Using lies as alibis...

Ya'll remember that old EnVogue song, Lies, right? Well, this week I stumbled upon two instances of chicks lying their asses off! Whats up with that?!

Chicken #1 says that shes going to All Star Weeked b/c she loves sports and can't wait to see the AS game on Sunday night. She says that she was leaving Friday night and would be back at work on Monday morning.

Hmmm...I've got issue with that. The AS game doesn't even start til like 4pm. and I've done red-eye JetBlue flights from Vegas/Long Beach to Dulles and let me tell you...thats a tough one on the return trip. Factor in partying like an "All Star" and call me crazy, but be damned if your ass is showing up to work on Monday a.m. bright eyed and bushy-tailed, much less sober. So for me, that one statement raised a red flag. It just didn't even seem plausible.

Then, when she told me that she was going, I was like, "Oh, you should go to Mr. Lucky's at the Hard Rock, its open 24/7, the food is the bomb!" This is something that someone whose actually been to Vegas would know. But I digress. My hubby tells me that his labels artists took over the MGM Grand from Thursday on...something I relay to her. She doesn't ask to get her name on the list, she doesn't ask whose performing...nothing. She seems not too interested in meeting celebrities or artists - which perplexes me even more since she comes off as the gold digger type. That raises red flag number 2.

Breakdown: Chicken #1 shows up to work promptly at 8:00 without a trace of jetlag or alcohol on her person. Come to find out she didn't go to Vegas because, "the girl that was supposed to pick her up didn't come and get her". Thats one of the worst lies I think I've ever heard. Me and my friend plan a trip to Las Vegas for ASW...we pony up money for hotel and airfare...and then my friend doesn't come to pick me up for the airport? Yeah, you know me...I'm commencing to whuppin that ass! No seriously, I'm taking a cab to Dulles or calling SOMEONE to drop my ass on the toll road...something.

Chicken #2 comes to a work function and proceeds to tell everyone that will listen how she went to ASW and that her brother is a friend of <> rapper. Said "her brother" got her into all the parties for free and proceeds to just start braggin...

Breakdown: What Chicken #2 did not know is that one of her co-workers husbands actually DID go to Vegas for ASW and that all the parties she bragged about, get this...were free to ALL ladies before 11 pm! And that folks were passing out tickets on the strip to ANYONE, like they always do.

Oh - and we can find out if her so called "brother" works for <> rapper. Said rapper is on my husbands label. LOL. Who wants to bet thats a lie too??

And while on the subject of truth, let me give you the rundown on the latest RDB drama.

RDB says that he wants his daughter to come over and see him this weekend. That daughter should call RDB. So Friday evening, child asks to call him. I told her that she had stuff to do this weekend and that she probably wouldn't be able to go. He say, "Put your mother on the phone" and she hands it to me. Here's what I get:

RDB: "I need you to let her come over here this weekend."
Me: "Not going to happen this weekend. Maybe another weekend in March."
RDB: "That's not going to work for me...I...gotta go...I gotta go away."
Me: "What in the hell are you talking about now?"
RDB: "Tomorrows the only day I can see her...I'm going away...for a long time...and I want to see her. Can you do that for me?"
Me: "Ummm...sorry. Handle your business and holla when you come back."

What in the hell? Why not just come out and say, "I'm bout to get locked up and be gone for 5 - 10 years?" Why all the mystery? And then I figured it out. This fool wants to make me look like the bad guy.

So when child asks where her damn daddy is, the only thing I can offer her is, "Well, all he told me was that he was going way for a long time". Not me jack. I ain't been lying to my child about her biological father and I'm not fittin to start now.

"...just the devil in disguise"

Well folks...its been a rather odd and interesting two weeks since my last post!

Where on earth to begin?

The ice storm displaced me from my home for three days. I ended up crashing with my brother, my sister in law and my nieces and nephew. I tell you - its been a long time since I've slept on a twin bed, thats for sure! At any rate, I was glad to be there as opposed to a hotel. Wasn't surprised in the least bit to hear that Metro buses were wiping out pedestrians at an alarming rate...have you ever had a personal experience with some of the loons that are employed by Metro? Ha! I ride into work on a train whose operator does her damndest Jessica Rabbit-come-hither-and-fuck-me-at-7am-voice. Every. Morning. I've got plenty more examples, but if you're in the area, I'm sure you've got your very own Metro stories.

Anna Nicole Smith. Simply put, I think old gal died of a drug overdose and a broken heart over the loss of her son. The fiasco that has insued since her passing is shameful. From the ex-boyfriends, to the lawyers, right on down to the judge...

Celebs Gone Wild! Britney, Britney, Britney...anyone that feels sorry for this chick is a moron. She publicly said she wanted to be married and be a young Mom. She gets her wish...and when it all goes to hell...she takes up partying with Paris Hilton?! Next thing you know, she's shaving her head and getting wierd tattoos. These are not things that sober people do. These are things that people on cocaine or Oxycontin or whatever it is they partake in, do. Go to rehab and sit your ass down! Get your life together.

All Star Weekend in Las Vegas. Off the top - I love Vegas more than anyone on this planet. I'm a gambler so its like mecca to me. With that said, I think David Stern and the NBA made one foolish move hosting All Star Weekend there last week. First - Vegas doesn't even have a pro basketball team. Does that make any damn sense? Second, in a city whose travel motto is "What happens in Vegas...stays in Vegas"...it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this is a diaster waiting to happen. Why do football players show up at strip clubs with a trashbag full of one's? To incite a riot, fools! Did you seriously think that he was going to lounge on a sofa and tuck them into garter belts all night? Hell nah! I think the columnist Jason Whitlock said it best when he said, "All-Star Weekend can no longer remain the Woodstock for parolees, wannabe rap artists and baby's mamas on tax-refund vacations." Yeah, lots of folks are taking issue with that one comment. I, myself, find it funny and true to a degree. There is one thing in his article that I did take exception to: Freaknik ended in 1999? To us old heads...Freaknik started its decline waaaay before then. LOL.

And while I'm on the subject lets put this out there:

Let's not put the blame on the NBA being thugged out soley on the shoulders of AI. Because whether you choose to admit it or not, there was hoodlums long before he touched down.

All Star weekend will continue to decline until a commisioner says enough is enough. Because as long as you have celebrities, athletes and anyone else with money in one place, your going to attract two things: groupies and stick-up boys. And they both have the same mission: to get in them pockets. You don't have to be from DC to know that either.

What else do I want to talk about right now?

OH! Finally got a myspace page...out of sheer boredom though. I got a whopping 3 "friends"...and thats including the guy that comes with the sign-up!

I'm sure there was more I wanted to say since it's been so long...but I've got other things to do. Next time it won't be so long.

Like "Sex in the City" but not quite...

If you've been keeping up, you will recall me saying that I don't really have large group of female friends. And to me, I don't. I just can't deal with the drama of it all. And with females there is always drama. But back in the day before I came into my own, I DID have lots of female friends and some of them (rather, very few of them) I still hang out with every now and then. Its a complicated dynamic...me and my female friends.

All of this is leading me to say that I was invited to a Women's Retreat Weekend in April and I am so excited. I'm going with a bunch of girls that I've known since middle school and college. I've never been on a women's only retreat and I'm thinking it's just what I need. A weekend of spa treatments, manicures, pedicures, boat trips and relaxation are in order, ya'll. No kids. No men.

Quite honestly, I never wanted to go on a whole weekend retreat with just women. But marriage and motherhood have definitely changed that. I guess it helps when the women your going with are friends you've known a long time, the ones that were down for beating some ghetto broads ass at the Eastside, the ones that passed out with you on the front steps of your dorm. Ah, the good old times. Maybe I'll crack out the old camcorder tapes and bring them for a good old laugh.

Anyways - the invite has revitalized me and has given me something to feel great about. Something that has been missing since Kim passed away - not sure if it was comradarie or what...but whatever it is, it sure feels good.