Dead To Us...

Happy New Year, everyone… as is customary, the only thing that can seem to shake me out of my silent streak is a particularly harrowing dream that requires documentation. I haven’t blogged as of recent because keeping busy had kept my mind from exploding. I fear sitting still too long will force all that has happened in the last three years and three weeks to come slamming to the front of my life’s car as if I hit the breaks. I can’t afford to have that happen, so I apply steady pressure to the accelerator. Sometimes, you miss the sign that says “BUMP”…. Again...

Homegoing...

I haven’t posted in a little while – there’s been so much going on. I started today’s post with the intention of documenting this CRAZY dream I had last night. The longer I’m awake though – the less of it I remember – but it was along the lines of this. I was supposed to drive somewhere. But I really was in NO condition to drive. I was either DUMB tired or really drunk. I obviously fell asleep at some point but had the wherewithall to pull the car over to sleep. It took me a second to regain focus in the dream upon waking up but...

My Favorite Remakes...

Yaaay – I’m Oprah status with my favorite things. I guess I can do a little something every day (c’mon son… you know I’m not on here every day LOL) But I’ll try. I’ll start with my favorite musical remakes of all time. No profound commentary – I like songs that take the original and flip it on it’s ear and make you look at it in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT LIGHT. I really mean it. But somehow maintain all the purest elements of the song. Musicians are genius! I threw in the Estelle song as a bonus. I can’t hear the...

Designed to Change...

Everytime I find the meaning of Life, they change it - Unknown Luckily for us, Humans are designed to change. It’s through change that we grow and evolve and become better (and sometimes worse). But to expect that we’ll always stay the same is a fallacy. Even the most stubborn, non-changinist person in the world is changing every day (and I am calling ONE person into my mind that I know…) and how does he change? By becoming more stubborn and more entrenched in his old ways than ever. That’s still change though. Last year about this time… I...

Lying and Tiger’s Affairs… o...

(corny, I know… I just HAD to) So… I’m kind of on the outskirts of all of this getting random reports every now and again about the latest. Here’s what I know in short: There was a *makes fingers do the quotations move* “Car Crash” involving Tiger Woods a week ago where he hit a tree head on, air bags didn’t deploy and there didn’t seem to be any damage to his door. In a valiant attempt to *quotes move, again* “save him”, his wife Elin busted both back windows *cue up Jazmine Sullivan quietly in the background*...

Thoughts, Memories, Flashbacks…...

Yesterday was a pretty busy day for my mind. It was occupied with though from the early reaches of the morning till the depths of the evening when I finally gave up and went to sleep. I woke up at 5 AM and jumped to work as there were some items that needed to be handled even though we had a 5 day weekend. Work never ends, so I can’t stop working sometimes. A conversation later on with a close friend revealed to me his proposed reasoning behind “romance”, “marriage” and “fidelity”. This one, my mind chewed on for a LONG time....

Too Hot for FB...

Hi, FB Fam…. we need to talk. Without getting too technical… we need some space… But here’s the technical of it, because I know you just said “Why???” I’ve been journaling since I was about 10 years old. Writing poems. Putting down my personal thoughts. Writing out the going ons of my life since then has always been a freeing experience. Literally. It frees up space in my head for new thoughts to form or for old torturous thoughts to be expelled. It got harder to journal growing older because having all the thoughts in one...

Throw some Ds On It...

Yesterday I went on an unplanned excursion (aren’t those the best) with my bff Max to a store called La Petite Coquette (the little flirt as per their direct translation). It’s a famous lingerie store in the village that Max wanted to visit to get some new underthings. The store is small and crowded with customers and clothing and frilly tables and lots of drapery. It was bustling (no pun intended) with clientele on account of their Black Friday sale. So we went in and were waited on by Rebecca herself – the owner of the store and the name on which...

“Emergency” Surgery...

So… I finally went to see the fertility Doctor this past Monday. Admittedly, I’ve been avoiding going back for a second. I got used to the look of my arms sans needle pricks in them and I was enjoying not being drained of blood at any turn. But the babies must be made… so he reported back that Earl’s stuff was fine, which made him feel like he had an “S” on his chest. Then they said they’d take a look at me – via sonogram. He laid me out on the table and this time let Earl have the birdseye view of what was going on. Usually...

Nightlife...

Today’s song was inspired by a hefty to-do list. Things have changed at the job piece and as a result, my workload has doubled (almost tripled… but still a little less than tripled). To say that a sistah hasn’t had a chance to BREATHE lately would be an understatement. I’m moving at a much quicker pace lately and it’s intensely important for me to keep on top of things… crossing t’s and dotting i’s. My latest dream was of me at work (those who know… already know how bad it is when I start to dream of my work place)....