Monday, May 21, 2007

A blast from the past that bites you in your...

So, I was walking back to work from lunch last week with my co-worker when we strolled by the Mickey D's in our building. I hear a rap on the glass window and glanced. As did the coworker. Who could it be, tryin to get our attention like this? I looked and looked again. Then I took the shades off to make sure I was seeing correctly...

It was a guy I knew from waaaaay back.

He waved and I waved. And then he left his food and came outside to say hello.

It had been ten years since I had last seen him. He was a youngin back then, me, I was just starting out what would be the hardest years of my life: my 20's. Lets call him Young Buck for the sake of this blog.

Young Buck was a cutie pie back in the day. He a grown ass man now! But more on that in a few.

Young Buck came outside, gave me a hug and said how I been? I introduced him to my coworker and we chatted for a few. Hows your brother? Got any kids? Married? Family is good. No kids, not married. I don't know why, maybe I was getting a vibe from Young Buck or something, but I felt the need to say, "You know I'm married, right? Um Uh, been married for almost 5 years now."

Later, coworker said Young Bucks little face dropped.

But as if to brush off my statement, he said, "You didn't think I would forget your face, did you?" And smiled his little cutie pie smile, the same way I remembered it back in the day.

As you can guess, Young Buck had a crush on me back then. I was the older lady that didn't look old. And, I would go out with guys younger than me. Okay, okay...why lie? I was sticking up the nurserys at the hospitals something awful. But at that time, I was going out with Young Buck's best friends brother (who WAS my age AND a dog) and there were a variety of other factors that also played into our not hooking up. But the chief one wasn't age...let me tell ya that.

So Young Buck looks good. Damn good. He's a grown ass man now. And when I said, "Damn, the last time I seen you...was about 10 years ago. You must be twenty-something now..." He said with a straight face, "Umm, I'm 28". I was like WHOA! Wit my old ass.

All of that being said, I still eyed him up and the first thought that popped into my head was, "He look good but he don't look good enough to cheat on my husband." I guess I had gotten all of my playa-playa, cradle robbin out in the 90's. And that is a good thing...

I know for certain that I only have two types of ex's:

The ones who will be like, "Oh, hey - you still look good" or "Man, you was my baby back in dem days"

or

The ones who will be like, "Fuck her, I hate her ass" or "That bitch is..."

There is no middle ground when it comes to the ex's. I'm prepared for anything. Gettin crazy dap or a psycho runnin up to me on the Metro like, "Bitch, you broke my heart twenty years ago..."

I'd like to think that the men I left behind don't hold any animosty or hard feelings...but I'd just be lying to myself. And whats the point of that? If I'm real honest with myself, I'd say that the ex's are split an even 50/50 for those that love/hate me all these years later. At least I'd like to think they are. I could be surprised. But NOTHING! Nothing could be a bigger surprise than the boost my ego got from a 28 year old that remembered his crush back in the day.

Awwwww...

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

"How many caskets can we witness before we see it's hard to live this life without God, so we must ask forgiveness?" - Tupac Shakur

Everyone in the area knows that when the temperature rises in this vicinity, so does the body count. Its a sad reality to face. Yet another truth about living and being in this area is that most folks can't own nice shit without being jacked for it. There is an entire population of young, dumb, jealous haters out here.

I bring this up because I have a major sunglass fetish. They don't always have to be expensive or brand name, but who am I fooling? I usually buy a nice pair every spring and rock the hell out of them all season. Now, as I walk around downtown, I done caught some of these spring chickens eyeing my shades. Bump the iPod stealing delinquents on the train, supposedly "grown" folks giving me the "Oh, no she don't" look. I know the look and I know it well.

I will give you the reason why I ain't worried about being jacked. One, to take my sunglasses you are going to have to physically remove them from my face. Should you be able to accomplish that - hell, you can have 'em. But I'mma be real - Its NOT going to happen, so why stress over the what if's?

Folks, I've been robbed before. At gunpoint. On Montana Avenue. In the late 80's. I've been robbed on Naylor Road. At the gas station. At 12am. For my leather jacket and gold earrings.

Would it surprise me if one of these crack babies were to try a fast one and "take" my shit. No. But I do believe it would be a shock to THEM if I commenced to whuppin they ass in front of a cheering crowd on the Metro. So I send this out to all ya'll haters that are lookin at me extra hard this spring: STOP lookin at me and eyeing my shit.

Whew. Feel better that's off my chest. Now for the randomness:

Ursher is engaged to someone considerably older then he is. Got no problem with the age difference. Do however take issue with the fact that the woman you are marrying left her husband and three children to be with you. She'll make a great wife and mother. Oh, wait...she already is...GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!

Akon is in trouble for simulating sex at a concert with a 14 year old preacher's daughter. I seen the pictures. This chick was having the time of her life. A few things to point out here: Youngin had on a shirt that was split down to her navel and bared her belly ring, among other things. She also had a tattoo on her lower back. Ummm...where was the preacher and his, uh, wife? They want to sue the singer but do they know they're own child and what in the hell she been up to? Cuz she damn sure wasn't behaving like a 14 year old...

Paris Hilton is going to jail for 45 days. Cue the "awwwww" track. Sympathy over.

Bobby Brown is suing his now ex-wife for spousal support. LOL. Bobby done smoked up the money from "Being Bobby Brown" already. Wow. He better get him a Vegas stage show or something.

Welcome to Hollyhood...Three Six Mafia's MTV reality show. These folks are funny as hell. Peppered with lil country slang like, "Ya'll look like two bugs in a jar" and a big man named Computer, who of course, knows shit about computers...this show is entertaining. At least to me.

I know I had more to say, but damn....can't remember what it was now. Ah, well, til next time.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Not much time to chat today...

Folks, I am a busy woman! Family, business, regular job, friends and an occasional good time are all I can cram into my life at the moment. Let me catch you up on the latest...

Was invited to a party for Russell Simmons while he was in DC and got to breathe the same air as he. LOL.

Friday went to a bowling party for Mya with a few of co-workers...had an excellent time & also beat my hubby's co-workers and almost his boss...

Saturday, headed up to Philly with my girl Tiff to see one of her favorite singers right now, Amy Winehouse. The girl can sang! She's this tiny little thing with an extra large bouffant hairdo that just belts 'em out. Had an awesome time hanging out in Phil. and gabbing with a good friend I see far too little of.

Sunday was back to work with the baskets...and prepping for Mother's Day...

I've got a pretty good life ya'll!

Uh, wait...a...damn...minute...phone ringing!!!

Ya'll never guess who the hell that was? RDB...just been released from detox/jail TODAY. Hmmmm....says that this is his chance to be on the straight and narrow. Says he been doing thinking. Says this time is different.

"Heard it all before" like Sunshine Anderson.

Now, not to slam a brotha when he down but me and him, RDB, we've got an 8 year old child. We dated for 2 years before we had her. You do the math. I've been fed that "shit done changed" line like, a million fuckin times. So pardon my disbelief that some minor time in the DC Jail done did the man some good.

Pretty harsh, right? Well, for this chick here seeing is believing. So pay up on my child support and then you might make me a believer!