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| Leaving T-blog |
| 08.01.04 (12:00 am) [edit] |
Hey all. Just wanted to do the lady-like thing and inform y'all that I'm thinking of quitting this joint. No beef with anyone on here on anything, just that I've reached a chapter of my life where that should only be reserved for those offline. The net has been great for me, but I'm done tired of putting my business out there, especially since I am aware that my exes and some other folks that I don't want all up in my grill and reading on. I write about my life, can't help it, you know, but enuff is enuff.
I'mma officially shut down this page like tonight or something, that's if I get the time. I have a couple projects to work on so that may be the only thing that may keep me back from doing so.
To all the friends that I've made on here, I say thank you for your friendship :lol:
I've come very close to Cyberpal because he's just a nice person to talk to as all the ladies on t-blog will feel me on this, and to you man I raise a glass of Mojito (yuck!!) and say thanks for being there for me through the good and bad.
Shit this is beginning to sound really really sappy right now. lol. There won't be another blogging location so don't even think it has to do with rotten ole tblog lol.
Eka, you take care girl and I wish you all the best in your studies ok. Go woo them with your charm and your fweakening intellect. giggle
Jazz is out y'all.
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| For Mimi |
| 07.30.04 (8:43 pm) [edit] |
Girl I created a banner for you just because I think you're a nice person. Thanks for your kind comments.
Hope you like it. If you need help with placing the banner at your site, send me a tmail. :D
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| Enjoy the weekend... |
| 07.30.04 (8:11 am) [edit] |
Don't know if I'm gonna get into anything this weekend but I just wanted to wish my peeps nothing short of fun this weekend. To kick it off, I thought I'd borrow a hiliarious clip from my friend Kei to start your weekend the right way. Enjoy by clicking the pic. :lol:
Kenya
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| Classfied Personals crack me up! |
| 07.29.04 (11:58 am) [edit] |
Y'all ever thumb through the classified ads, particularly the personals in your local newspapers?
Man there are some funny funny shit up in there. I remember once placing an ad in search of a mature gentleman (I wasn't so hooked on email and online chat just yet). Next thing I know I'm receiving mail from [i][u]gramps[/u][/i] clocking an age of 65. And I'm like telling myself, what I'd need you for. Do I look like a geriatric aide or something to you? Geez!! :roll:
So anyway, while flipping through the daily today, I saw these ads and thought they were so funny, I had to share:
[i]SWM, mid 30s tall, fit and attractive seeks small or large group of Gay/BIM's who want to watch me strip naked and perform a show. Nothing expected in return. Light touching acceptable.[/i]
or this:
[i]SWF, attractive seeks male with very small equipment who enjoy being serviced hand and oral. I love to please. It is my fantasy to just meet someone to do this. The smaller the better!!![/i]
HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!
Smaller the better??? :shock: I wonder why? Man I just think she's doing that for fun to get a laugh off of them cuz ladies don't usually request that. I'll say that chica should just put her fweakening fantasy on hold. She ain't gotta fantasize that, it exists!! lol.
As for the man who isn't expecting any, I wish him well. Cuz he described himself as fit, attractive and slim, man you already sold the fweakening product to be molested.
lol
I'm sure before the night is over, he won't be a virgin if you know what I'm saying. :D
Yeah I know this post was a tad bit offbeat but it made me laugh this evening. Going back to check out the funnies... I mean the personals. lol
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| Blue Funk |
| 07.28.04 (1:23 pm) [edit] |
Not up to my old self today. Why? Well I'll tell you it has a LOT to do with having to be financially dependent on my boo for EVERYTHING. There is so much red tape to get a fucking job in this place y'all ain't know half of it. I did up some paper work like a week ago and heard that I have to wait like six fucking weeks to get a number so I can work. Ain't that a bitch.
Boo loves me and loves taking care of me. That I know. But see I ain't used to this kind of stuff where people give me things, especially money. I've known my independence for far too long for this. Sometimes I feel as if I'm taking advantage of the situation. Poor boo. :cry: He's working overtime at his job and is contemplating taking up another just so that me and baby B are well taken care of and to ensure our happiness. Some girls will kill for a man like that, who will have them sit their asses at home and do nothing while the man bring home the bread. But that ain't me. He gives me money for groceries and cash to do what I want, whether its to get my nails done, hair done or go shopping for things I need. And that cash does not include the maternity clothes and clothes for the baby that he plans to get for me.
Hell, at times, he's complaining, says he wish he could give me much much more to do fun things with. But I end up keeping the cash stashed away for a rainy day while it builds up. I love Boo. And I wanna be able to one day set him financially free in terms of pooling together our dough, you know.
I pray everyday for God to land me a great job so that together we can be financially comfortable without sacrificing quality time. Hmm. A managing editor position of a magazine here has opened up for me. This lady has been courting me for like two months now but see I have to get my clippings and shit from home. She was patient enough to say that as soon as I receive it send them to her. I hope all goes well with this. God knows I'm so totally bored with watching soap operas and spending time online when he ain't at home. Something good will happen on that front, I won't ever give up on believing that. But I wish to God that I knew when and how soon. :(
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| Let the battles begin.... |
| 07.25.04 (10:14 pm) [edit] |
I kinda knew this was coming. Yep. This meaning the fact that boo and I may have to lock horns when it comes to our baby, in a playful way of course. lol.
See for those new readers, I'm an island girl from the Caribbean and he's American. No doubt, GOd's willing, our baby is gonna be American. Thing is, when it comes to food, I think boo is trying to convert me into the American culinary way of thinking.
I mean I'm ok with it. I cook mostly American food for him and if I don't have a recipe, I go look up one. But he's not too thrilled about trying new things.
So we're over at one of my friend's home yesterday for lunch, and she cooked some real down-home island food that made my mouth water: callaloo, rice, pigeon peas, macaroni pie, baked chicken, sliced cucumbers, sliced avocado, potato salad, sliced tomatoes, hey this is traditional Sunday food back home. And it augered well with the fact that my island's Carnival was featured on BET yesterday too.
The first thing out of his mouth was "I'm not eating all those things. I'll just have the rice and chicken." I was like "baby, come on, look at all this stuff. This is traditional island food." He refused to even sample the other stuff. So, I eventually convinced him to sample a couple off my plate (which is hard work, trust me) so that he would have more variety on his. I mixed the macaroni pie with the callaloo and fed it to him from my fork. Man I couldn't believe what he did. He actually scraped the callaloo off the macaroni pie and had it. Said he didn't want to eat the "green stuff" (it looks like green soup) lol. "You're such a baby sometimes", I told him.
In the end, he took slices of macaroni pie (I had to convince him it was baked macaroni and cheese lol) and pigeon peas. Couldn't believe it, he actually enjoyed it since he was asking for more of the pie. Then he declared "my baby ain't eatin' no island food tho. (like wasn't he eating it yesterday when I had it. giggle). I don't want you cooking it for him". I was like "excuse me. My baby will eat whatever I prepare for him". He mustered up a faint "we'll see".
The conversation switched from food to baby names. Said he wants his baby to have an American name. :roll: Here we go again. Truthfully I had plans on naming the baby after a jazz musician and I told him that but he said no, he will choose the names. :D So the battle with Daddy has begun my friends. And I ain't saying too much cuz I know in the end, I [i]always [/i] get my way... Stick around y'all see. :wink:
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| I hate Cats! |
| 07.25.04 (12:43 am) [edit] |
Yep, I've said it in my previous journaling home and I'll repeat it here, I really really really REALLY hate cats! Man, it's something about them that can be evil looking, I'm thinking that it was a [i][b][u]cat[/u][/b][/i] and not a serpent that deceived Eve back in Bible day. lol. Nah, but on the real tho, people are like, "I love my cats, cats are great, they are cuddly and friendly etc..." Yeah but keep them in a cage or a separate room man. Not fraternizing with your guests. This one time we went over to a friend's home my twin and I, and man they like had about over ten cats in the house. We sit for lunch in their dining room and hey you might as well set a table for the cats cuz they were all up in our grill: putting their paws on the table checking to see what you've got on your plate to eat, walking under the table between your legs and when you think it's someone playing [i]footsie[/i] with ya, it's the god-damn cat's tail running 'long your calves.
Man that stuff ain't right. And for the highfalutin among us, it ain't kosher etiquette wise. :lol:
I don't know but the feline colony must have figured out my hatred for them and wanted to seek revenge.
This one time I'm walking down the Boulevard back home with my ex-boo and we're heading for pizza. Saw this white cat in the distance who decided that he wants pizza too. Mind you, the gentleman tom cat he was , he allowed us to pass him by.
Afterwards it was on.
I was like "boo, this cat is following us. I hate cats". "Man Jazz stop being so paranoid girl. The cat is doing his own thing," he tried to convince me. So I try to take the cat off my mind and we continued to talk. Instinctively I looked around and the cat was still behind us. We stopped walking and he stopped walking, pretending to eat away at some imaginary food on the sidewalk. We continued to walk and he continued to walk too. "Man this is getting scary here." Ex-boo wasn't saying anything now. He was like, let's cross the street and we did, and guess what. The cat crossed too. We crossed back, and he did too. WTF!!!! Now ex-boo was scared. We started to pick up our pace and the cat started running behind me, when boo looked around and saw the speed it was coming in, he practically lifted me out of the cat's way and allowed it to pass. :shock:
"Man, what is really going on here???!!", ex boo said half mad, half frustrated. "This cat has something with you?" "Don't know" was all I could muster up.
Boo tried to chase it away by stomping his feet, but it won't go anywhere. We continued walking in the street where cars were passing like crazy until we got to the pizza stop and that's the only way we were able to lose the cat.
After we ordered our dinner, ex-boo was still mortified by the whole thing. He sat there in awe, his forehead still damp from all the night's fweakening activity, questioning the reason why the cat followed me. He said that at first he thought I was over-reacting (ladies don't they always think we over-react?) :roll: until he had to lift me out of the way.
To this day I don't have an answer and I ain't looking to even suggest something about it. I just know that cats and downright nasty lil beings that I ain't trying to ever mess with. lol.
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| Must be good |
| 07.23.04 (8:32 am) [edit] |
Must be getting [i]good [/i] in my old age. I tell you, before meeting boo, I've had many a male friend that I flirted extensively with. No big, with flirt being the operative word here, whether online or in person, they never went beyond that in any shape or form.
I preferred it that way, especially those that I met online who always invited themselves to my home on the islands to get to know me better, well really, to get to know about the love below.
Some of them that I've chose to forget about in one way or another, well they are the ones that are contacting me on a regular. Neat!!
So we get to talking and I let them know that I'm no longer on the market and that I'm pregnant in hopes that they would get turned off from my increasing body weight and growing tummy and [i]bounce[/i].
No such luckf or me. I'm learning that there are some freaky lil bitches out there who are controlled and possessed by their [i]dicks.[/i]
When I arrived here I touched base with an old friend from Boston. Well I told him I was pregnant and everything, but he was more interested if I had put on excessive weight. Nope was my reply. He then made me an indecent proposal. :shock: I couldn't believe it. He wanted to take me to Cape Cod to relax a few and shoot the breeze, ya know and then give me, as he called it "the greatest sex I've ever had". hahahaha.
Excuse you, I've had that when I conceived and continue to have it thankyaverymuch. Just look at him, disregarding my boo. What's up with that.
And another, he wished me well on my pregnancy and everything but said that he has one regret: that I [i]came [/i]without him. "I always wanted to climax with you mama. And if you didn't put on too much pounds with the baby, I can still give you that chance with me."
I couldn't believe what he was writing to me. WTF!!!
Then he talked some thrash about wanting to take me to "heaven and back when he was through with me."
lmbao!! Y'all I'm amused to say the least. Really I am. My boo said that I spend too much time online. I really think he has a point with that one. It's time to cut loose some of these jokers who fill my inbox with nuff shit. Thing is, boo has ALL my passwords to my email addys(It's only fair i had his). Like I told him, I ain't got nothing to hide. I know he won't use them (the passwords) but something I wish he does so he can go in there and regulate some of their asses. Set them straight. lol. As for me, I'm done flirting man. Some folks take that shit too seriously.
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| Words from the newly GED graduate... |
| 07.21.04 (12:53 pm) [edit] |
Remember the woman who gave you [i]Suzuki[/i] for[i] Jacuzzi [/i] (check my entry at [i]Soaking it all out!!
Wednesday 05.05.04 [/i]), well she is at it again. Help us Lord. :roll:
Said I must be careful not to stretch the baby's [u][i]biblical [/i][/u] cord if I'm stretching for things in the cupboard.
Y'all think she meant umbilical cord?
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhhh!! lmbao!!!
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| Assembling Fan - 30 minutes. Boo's comment...priceless. |
| 07.21.04 (1:21 am) [edit] |
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Boo purchased a fan and we spent a whole time assembling it together. Thing is, he swore that there was a piece missing somewhere and I'm telling him that I think it's right there. See what had happened was, the fan is supposed to stand at 18'' i think it was and he couldn't understand how it would get to that point when the pole thingy was like half of that. He tried not to get me involved in putting it all together but I still took away this particular part from him and what do I know, there is an inner piece that he didn't even see that pulls out to the length. He was like "Shit, how come I missed this". So we giggled and everything and then it was time to figure out how to connect it to its base for it to stand. It just wasn't working. So I go "Sweetie, just push the thing in and leave it there". His comeback was so fast it made my head spin. He was like. "and that's what got you pregnant in the first place!!!" I laughed out really loud and then he started laughing. Some 10 minutes later and I'm the one who convince him that he needs to get the screws undone at the base to attach the pole. Then, what do you know. We're done and it took all of thirty minutes prolly more of our time. Can you imagine if we didn't have the instructions. :roll:
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| It never fails eh? |
| 07.20.04 (7:10 am) [edit] |
I made a declaration some entries ago on not keeping women as friends, no way, no how. My twin sister is as far as any good female friend I have and I intend to keep it that way. And then you wonder how smart the God we serve is? Well he gave me my own personal female friend. In other words his message to me was "no need to look further for female friends". Well I can't agree more. :lol:
Had this [i]so-called [/i]friend, she's like six years older to my 31. She and I had this huge fight over gossip stuff, and when we became friends again I learnt my lesson" no talk about relationships please, let's just keep it strictly professional. I made that clear to her. After a couple weeks she was spilling the beans on her ex giving me all the juicy details and stuff but it really didn't interest me. It went through one ear and out the other.
Meanwhile I remained tight-lipped about my man's business you-know-what-I-mean.
So anyways, she and I always talked about the fact that we want to have kids and stuff. She even encouraged me to come up with names for our children and we sorta fantasized about the kids. So I'll ask "how's Logan" (her fictitious name for her son) and she'll say he's good, gotta take him to soccer practice and then she'll ask about my "Becky".
It was fun in the beginning but after a while it wasn't funny no mo'. I mean here we were big professional people with imaginary friends. Come on. Well I discontinued it, would laugh when she asked about my kid until it fizzled out.
Before I left home, she was talking about getting one of her four male friends to get her pregnant because she was looking at her age and the fact that this is a leap year (leap year for islanders mean that if you've never conceived before, it could happen around this time of year. Some islanders are superstitious like that, trust me) she has to get something done. Said "I work for enough money to take care of my child and myself and that's what I'm gonna do." So she was in the process of choosing baby daddy. Said that her deadline for conceiving is December 31, 2004 [i](go fweakening figure!!!)[/i] and that she had to get the sperm in her before the clock strike 12 midnight. :roll:
Y'all may laugh but this is a true story. So anyways she asked me what I was gonna do. Truthfully, I don't believe in planning. The good book warns about planning far ahead in James and I ain't about to start doing that. I may know what I may be up to within a couple hours but I don't plan ahead and I told her that much.
Fast forward July, I'm in the US, pregnant for my boo and obviously she knows about it cuz another friend of ours is talking. This friend wrote to me after such a long time to find out how I was doing and I revealed the good news. So now I understand that deadline baby momma is bad mouthing me and you know what. I don't particularly care. Heard she's mad that I didn't tell her about my boo and about my plans to come see him. But you only share good news with people you know would be happy for you too ain't that the truth? So I've lost another female friend. [i][u][b]Rats!!!![/b][/u] [/i]...
[i]and the world is a much happier place to live in[/i]... 8)
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| Checkin in with ya |
| 07.19.04 (6:40 am) [edit] |
They say, well on the islands anyways, that if you are giving birth to a boy, girl kids will cling to you while the boys will reject you. Y'all ever heard about that? It's funny aint it? :lol: Well, in my case both boys [u][b]and[/b][/u] girls are clinging to me as a moth to a flame, so I guess I'll have to wait for the doctor to give me the results. So while shopping for light materity wear (my major shopping hasn't commenced yet, believe me), I pulled out a shirt and while checking the price and stuff I felt a hand gently rubbing my left butt cheek. :o I immediately turned around and had to look down. There he was, a cute lil hispanic fella looking up and me and smiling. I was relieved.
"Hey love, what's going on? You ok?" I said while giggling. He blushed and said yes. His mom who had seen her lil hunk in action came up to me and was like "I'm sorry, he loves booty". I tried to supress my loud laughter with the palm of my hand over my mouth but it didn't work. At least mom was being honest, right? :lol:
On another pregnancy note, I've gone through the tedious stage of hating boo and throwing up when I see him (blame the pregnancy, trust me) to loving him all over again. :D The love has intensify within the last couple weeks and I'm hoping it will last throughout the pregnancy too. Don't know what it is but I'm working up quite a [i]heat [/i] for him tho. :lol: Luckily for me I'm already pregnant cuz the rate we are going, hell I'd get pregnant repeatedly lol. No but on the real tho, the baby is intensifying things for us a great deal. Yeah we had mad intimacy before, but it's now on a whooooooleeeee new level and I'm really enjoying the ride. giggle. Boo told me that he thinks I'm having a boy tho. And truthfully, I've been thinking that way for a while too. He's never wrong on these things, trust me. He was the one who came home one day from work and told me that he thinks I'm pregnant. So I'm not gonna take stuff he says too lightly. I'll be glad its a boy tho, since boo only has girls. But then again, there's this fear that he may want our kid to join the army too, you know, following in daddy's footsteps. I'm so not up for that. Having one body in the army to worry about is enough. I mean how much can a girl like me take huh??? Enjoy your Monday y'all.
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| Carmen Lundy - jazz singer not to be taken lightly |
| 07.15.04 (6:39 pm) [edit] |
Jazz vocalist Carmen Lundy is such an underrated singer. After viewing her on BET on Jazz's [i]Impressions[/i] program, I knew I had to pick up her Moment by Moment CD particularly for Samba La Playa. The following is the lyrics to the song, one that I love to sing along with and be transported to her song subject.
sunset
colors
melt from the sky
silken shorelines
is where i will live
at the end of the day
feel the touch of golden sands
so like our lover's hands
warm and sensual
a breeze that gently strokes my hair
invites a love affair
a wave that whispers in the night
mysterious delight
calling out to me
the sea commands and i obey
my body swept away....
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| Doctor's visit went well |
| 07.14.04 (2:55 pm) [edit] |
My prenatal care officially started today. After running around and checking out institutions and not to mention affordable healthcare we settled on a location not to far from where we live. Boo was all sweet complimenting me on the top I wore. I always vowed that if I ever get pregnant, I must still look sexy.
So anyways, he said I looked so good. giggle. I felt good to hear him say that because let me tell you, at times during this pregnancy, you feel as if you look like shit, feel me lol. So it brought a smile to my face. And then he started on my toes, and how pretty they were. :oops: I blushed and told him thanks. Can you say he's good for my ego. hehehehe.
Today I had to get like tubercolosis shot cuz I am not a citizen of the US. Go fweakening figure!! :x They said that they don't mean for it to be an insult, but they recommend it. I am scheduled to go back for the result of that, a blood test and my long awaited ultrasound. I mean I had like two ultrasounds already but I'm excited to see the baby at three months, ya know. Boo is too. Man you'll think its his first baby. We can't go ANYWHERE without him calling attention to my belly. We went to the movies and he told the girl he was paying for three: me, him and the baby. He loves to rub my tummy and blow kisses to it in public or kiss my tummy when we lay in bed. :oops: So cute. Then at the restaurant, this five month pregnant woman came in and was talking to the waitress and we were standing nearby as the waitress was asking her how far along she was. Man, boo just jumped right in to their conversation and raised up my tee-shirt and was like, "three months over here, and I want a boy". The waitress and the lady laughed and told him congrats. Of course I never lived that one down. :lol: My blood pressure is screaming 170/80 though, and I've gotta try to take things easy for a minute. The most hilarious moment at the doctor's office was on my application form, when they asked for race, the woman didn't ask me but put Hispanic. :o I almost died laughing. I'm Afro-Caribbean is what I wanted to tell her. Oh well, when I bring an African American baby into this world (God's willing), I hope she aint think I cheated on my boo. lol. I'll keep y'all posted tho.
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| My top music downloads |
| 07.13.04 (8:10 am) [edit] |
Makeda - Les Nubians
La Costa - Natalie Cole
If Your Heart Isn't In It - Atlantic Starr
Kissing You - Keith Washington
So Good, So Right - Brenda Russell
Getting Late - Floetry
Diary - Alicia Keys
More later. :lol:
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| Meet the Step-daughter |
| 07.07.04 (11:25 am) [edit] |
The day I've been agonizing about finally came yesterday. I met my stepdaughter for the first time. I was a lil concerned about what it would be like to actually see her face to face and interact with her. I mean I have seen gazillions of her pictures, both of the girls anyways, and had already fallen in love with them. I mean I love their father, so of course it's part of the package. The older one, well I knew she was gonna be a sweetie from day one cuz we have one thing in common: we both like wearing makeup and I thought we'd get along famously. Matter of fact I thought she was gonna be the first one I'd meet but then I met the younger one and waited to see how things would play out. She came over at her dad's place to spend a week with him and I must admit she was quiet when we were first introduced. I was like thinking, ooooooookkkkkkay this is gonna be a piece of work right here but like fifteen minutes into it when we went out for dinner, she was talking up a storm. I thought I'd have to be the one making conversations with her but she was the one doing all the talking, and let me tell you that she's got jokes, lots of them and a sense of humor just like her father. And she's quite a pretty looking girl too (again from her dad) :lol:
We had a good time tho, I must admit and I felt good about this. Even when her father went to work, we spent some time together and she was all laughing and goofing around with me, god that warmed my heart. Afterwards I was like, what was the fuss all about anyways, you know. This is the first time that I've actually seen boo interact with one-a his kids and it blew the socks off of me. He's a good father. No two ways about that now. And the fact that they love him so much means that he is doing something just about right. I rubbed my belly and felt proud to be pregnant for this man knowing that my baby will be in good hands and never want for love. :wink:
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| Unbelievable |
| 07.06.04 (8:54 am) [edit] |
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Part of the reason for my short hiatus from here was to attend my aunt's 25th anniversary in NJ. So I got there, and we're all preparing for her party which happened over this weekend on a boat. Aunt Lyn asked me if I had anything to wear for the party and I told her no so then she took me shopping. Although pregnant, I tried on a black dress that was simply off the hizzy: long, elegant, low back just a lil over my big booty, man i was smoking. No I'm not tooting my own trumpet, but the girls at the store couldn't stop commenting on how great I look. To my surprise even those in the changing area came out and said that I looked great. But not my cousin tho. She was angry that they were reacting the way they did and said that I should try getting a two piece suit. [i]Go figure! [/i] I mean it's not my fault if she has more breasts than butt. Shyt! So anyways, we refused to converse with me after we left the store. Fast forward two weeks later and my aunt is calling to firm up on my presence at the party. And it occurred to me that since I was throwing up like hell, I should really not be on a boat so I decline. Then she goes "did you adjust the dress like I told you", I told her not yet. "Is the tag still on it", again I answered in the affirmative. She was like "well then I'll send back for the dress so get it out and ready." :x What did you say? Oh no she ain't just asked back for the dress cuz I ain't going. I can't believe this cheap ass bitch. I called her daughter, told her that her mom had taken back the dress and asked her to collect it. She came through in a NY minute to get it and I then disconnected them from my lives. How can people be so damn mean! I tell you, money changes a lot of folks, and that ain't pretty.
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| The sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me... |
| 07.05.04 (1:09 pm) [edit] |
and i damn near cried after hearing it too. It came from my twin sister. She said [i]"You are my first love since I met you in the womb"[/i] :cry: and I answered [i]"I knew I was in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you. Then I decided that I'd be in love with you for the rest of my life". [/i] giggle.
It's good being half of a twin sometimes, I swear to ya. Sometimes when you think that the world is totally against you, you have someone there who's got your back, will love you unconditionally and understands [b]EXACTLY [/b] what you are going through. :D
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| I'm trying...i swear |
| 07.05.04 (10:54 am) [edit] |
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God I've been trying to make a post for more than a couple days now but writer's block is getting the better of me. I guess when you're not in the habit of doing things, you just lose it altogether. Like I've done an interview with a Sous Chef in Manhattan for the Gourmet magazine I write for, told the editor about it but have been staring at my notes for like days. What's up with that? The story just won't come, you know. I'm so preoccupied with nausea and cravings that "baby-B" (my special name for my unborn kid) :lol: bring, that I haven't quite got it together. Thing is, i need the money cuz its the only job i have for now. To be employed in the US takes a lot of paper work, some of which I also have in front of me but haven't been able to fill out. Ho hum. Y'all pray for this procrastinator, ya hear!! lol. Anyways, so my twin sister was nice enough to tell me to send my notes to her and she'll put the story together for me. Next thing I know, after emailing her the notes, I put together an intro myself and sent it to her to see what she thinks. What do you know, she likes it. :D So at least I have some input in there after all. With my temporary state of unemployment, I'm starting to see my so called [i]friends [/i] for what they really are: hypocrites. Don't call or write me no mo', if unemployed, you're good as gone man and that ain't fair. Being unemployed now will never ever take away the mad qualifications and years of work experience I have. Never. Just as long as I don't forget what I've learnt and what I gotta do, I'm cool. So one by one, they're slowly but surely being [i]exxed off[/i] from my book. I don't need them now and I won't ever need them when I get back on track. To think that folks wayyyyyyyyyyyyy more important than they are are reaching out to me is amazing. I mean I've got this friend who is not only a Councilman in his state but also a jazz saxaphonist and he calls to see what I'm up to all the time. Threw me for a loop cuz I know he's mad busy and I never expected he'd have time for me. Oh well. You live and learn eh. I hope some of them folks know that what goes around comes around. Don't mean to sound bitter but I'm just a firm believer of not kicking a man when he's already down!
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| Pregnancy Cravings |
| 07.02.04 (7:27 am) [edit] |
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Here I am in the US, pregnant and craving my beloved West Indian food. As I speak, my mouth is watering for a good portion of hot pelau with fragrant peppers streaming from it with generous slices of avocadoes. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!! Yummmmy... :( Awww man. I'd do anything to eat that right now...
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| White Chicks.... |
| 06.27.04 (4:20 pm) [edit] |
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is a [i]freikkkking [/i]must see y'all. lol. Just got back from seeing it. Can't remember the last time I laughed out so loud. Money well spent. True that!!
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| I MISSED YOU GUYS AND UMMM..... |
| 06.26.04 (10:55 am) [edit] |
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I'm pregnant!! Hence the absence. :lol: Hope I didn't get y'all all worked up and worried about me tho. giggle. Cyberpal, you're gonna be an uncle. :wink:
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| Last night |
| 05.12.04 (1:02 pm) [edit] |
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Dinner last night with boobie was grrrrrrrreat!! I mean we've been arguing a lot for a minute, but last night was beautiful. We went to this like all you can eat chinese restaurant, and sat there talking and enjoying the good food. Man I saw a family there, collectively they're prolly close to 1,000 pounds, the three of them. [i]Them be big!!! [/i]lol. Now I know where they eat. lol. Shucks, they keep going back for rounds after rounds after rounds you won't think they have grocery items in their cupboard. Shit. I was like "fat asses, ain't them done tired of going for more food. Shit!!" But I must admit the sweet and sour pork was delectable and so was the fried rice. I put peanut chicken on my plate, but neglected to actually taste it. And the noodles. God I don't know who told me to put it on my plate. A lil battle between fork and noodles ensued and I was like, "you know what, this shit is over." I set it aside. lol. Boobie on the other hand was like "you got latex gloves" I said "no, why?" Said "Cuz I ain't got money to pay for this food. So I already arranged for you to wash dishes". I laughed. THen he started bitching about the fact that i hate to wear bra. Obviously I wasn't wearing any last night and he was upset about that. Hey boobie, are you afraid that they will upstage you boo? Cut me some slack here. He said that I ain't got morals if I don't wear bra cuz my niipples were protruding. So?? I mean like I told him, I'm young, healthy and aint got no kids...yet. So why not flaunt what I got. I know, I know. See, when I came out of the apt. building to go meet him in the parking lot, he was talking to one of his friends and the minute he saw me, he was like, "get in the vehicle" and so I did. He wasn't snobbish or anything, just said that I should get in. And so his friend said something to him and he laughed and then joined me in the vehicle. Then he powered up the windows and started on me "this ain't Trinidad, this is America and I don't know if you don't wear bras down there, but you gotta wear it here". Well I went on to tell him that I wish I could burn ALL bras and torture the man who invent it and he was like "your nipples were the first thing I saw when you came out of the apt". So I'm thinking his friend made a remark on it cuz he ain't never said anything about them before. At the restaurant he was like "the left one is asleep and the right one is up and ready". hehehehehe. He kills me. So afterwards, we drove around for a second and he gave me a quick tour of the place. He said that he'll be taking me out for dinner again tomorrow night. We'll we'll see. ;) And incase you're wondering: I ain't plan to wear bra. :lol:
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| The Chef in me?? Prolly |
| 05.11.04 (7:15 am) [edit] |
See? I knew this shit was gonna happen. It started with the sweet potato pie and I've received kudos on it and now I'm just spending more time in the kitchen, you know doing my thang as if I'm Emeril Legasse lol. Sooo, I'm at booby's place and of course I'll be the designated cook if you will, that also means no more running to the Jamaican restaurant for him each day to get food. So he was like, make a list hun and I'll bring back grocery items so you can cook cuz he said he loves my cooking. :oops: So after preparing lunch one day, I got into baking a Lemon sponge cake for him, you know to surprise him a bit. By the time he got home, he went after the cake. Next morning I'm preparing breakfast for us (continental brekkie if you will) :D and i thought I'd take a peep at the cake pan while he wasn't looking and I couldn't believe it, it was almost done!! Surely I wasn't consuming that much. Then when I called him to the dining table, he was like "baby, I've been attacking the cake while you weren't looking". So I've realised T, I told myself, so I realized.
But you think I'd learn my lesson huh? Nope. Next day after lunch, I baked buttered biscuits, ummmmmm, those were heavenly I say. He got home and ah, well, put the food in the microwave, and was at the biscuits. Hell, I baked ten, and when evening time rolled around, there were only like 4 remaining lol. MInd you I only had two :) So this has been the trend for most days with us. But I feel good to know that he enjoys what I prepare and feel even better when the plate is literally clean when he's done eating. Tells me that I'm doing something good. Sooooo, he's making requests now. Yesterday he wanted rice-a-roni (I hate it actually) and baked chicken with lotsa sauce. I made it, and it came out damn good too. Y'all should've seen me eating the lil pieces of chicken from the baking dish as the juices ran down my chin. :) So this long post is really to say that I'm strongly thinking about signing up for a culinary class or two, prolly three. lol. I think I will do well in it and it can only enhance what I already know. As for booby, well he wants to give me a break from cooking tonight, and take me out for dinner instead. And I ain't complaining cuz even God rested for one day. :D
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| Wow!!! |
| 05.10.04 (11:51 am) [edit] |
Yeah I can be such a kid at times can't I? lol. Man, didn't realize that boo lived so close to Mark Twain's house. :D I so wanna try to make it to his house/turn museum this week. Mark Twain has been one of my favorite authors since high school. God I read Huckleberry Finn over and over and over. Yeah, I had a old copy of the book, so old that pages kept falling out, but Jazz would just keep stacking them in and reading again. I remember trying to find out what language Huck's African American friend, I think he's the guy with whom he used to sail with who owned the boat, was speaking. I reckon he was part West Indian. lol.
Heard it's 16 bucks to go in there too. No big. I think it is so worth it. Being in the literary artform for over 17 years, I trust this will be a good outing for me. God just thinking about being in Mark Twain's house, in its original condition, nothing removed or changed sends shivers up my neck. lol.
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jazz is currently grooving to:
Desafinado - Quincy Jones
You're Blase - Wynton Marsalis
Arubian Nights - Bobby Lyle
After Hours (The Antidote) - Ronnie Jordan
Summer Smile - Ronnie Jordan
Sweet Baby - Stanley Clark
Setembro - Quincy Jones
La Costa - Natalie Cole
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