Sunday, December 24, 2006

Merry christmas

I want to wish everyone a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I probably won't be posting again until ' 07 so until then be easy!

Tuesday, December 19, 2006


Inspiration - "Cheatin' " Little Brother - "You was cheatin' (yes you was)/, caught you creepin' (yes I did)/To the window, to the wall, [to the wall] skeet-skeetin' (you cold busted)/Heavy breathing (out the door), now I'm leavin'.."

What I'm Listening To - Jay - Z - "Kingdom Come" on my work speakers. I'm probably not supposed to do that. LOL

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - "Am I really getting paid to do crossword puzzles and surf the net?"

I was having an interesting conversation earlier and I wanted to open it up to the readers to see what you think. A female friend and I were talking about cheating. She said that cheating was worse for a woman if it was emotional in nature rather than physical. She would be more apt to forgive a transgression if it was just sex than if the man had an emotional connection. It makes sense; I've heard that from women before. But for men, I think it would be different.

My opinion, in this hypothetical situation, is that a man may not be able to forgive easily if his woman got down with another man. It seems like that would be the ultimate blow to a man's ego. If it's just emotional, then there's still a chance that you can win the woman back, but once she takes the steps to consumate that union, its a wrap. To quote Jay -Z "once a good girl is gone bad, she's gone forever." It may not be right, but I think that's how most men think. I know there probably aren't many men who would admit being cheated on, but I'm interested in how they would handle that situation.

Personally, I don't know if I could just forgive and forget. I think that if I knew, that would be the end of the relationship right then and there. There is no cooling off period, or trying to work it out. Perhaps it's a pride thing, but I think it would be easier to get past it if no sex was involved.

So, now I ask you... Which is worse, emotional cheating or physical cheating? How would you handle a situation in which your mate cheated on you? Is that a deal breaker for you? I know for a lot of people it would be ideally, but when it happens in real life, what have you done? If you don't wanna put your business out there, leave it anonymously if you like. I'm interested to read your opinions.

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Monday, December 18, 2006

A Good Weekend

What's good bloggers and bloggettes!?!? I had a pretty good weekend. Friday, I hung out with some of my former coworkers. After work, I went to the Cheesecake Factory at Cumberland Mall with a crew for an early birthday celebration for my homegirl, K. I got off at 5 and was supposed to meet them at 6, and for one of the first times ever in my whole entire life, I was the first one there. Matter of fact, I was so early, that I walked around the mall for a little. I hate the mall most times, but since its been probably about 6 months since I been there, I was okay. Went to Macy's to find me some new smell good and I came across a few. My favorite was Polo Double Black, so if you just so happen to be in the market to get T. a Christmas gift, that would be a good choice. Enough shameless pandering, everyone finally arrived and we finally got seated at the restaurant around 7:15. We had a good time catching up and cracking jokes and stuff. I had the Chipolte Chicken Pasta and a couple of mojito's that weren't quite strong enough. All in all, it was a good time and I wasn't my normal reserved anti social self.

After the dinner, I headed to my sister's crib to watch my niece and baby nephew. I love them kids something terrible. My older nephew had a function at his school and I stayed with the other kids while my sister went with him. My niece was knocked out, but the baby fought sleep for awhile before I finally got him down. It's so cool watching a baby learn things. Their minds are like a blank slate. It could be my imagination, but I swear that I taught the baby how to count on his fingers. Okay, I know he didnt know what i was saying, but when i counted on his fingers, he did the same on mine. I got him to sleep at about 11, and chilled the rest of the evening.

I didn't really do anything on Saturday, besides talk on the phone and watch TV. My love hate relationship with the Falcons continues as they lost once again.. this time to the Cowboys. Loudmouth T.O. scored a couple times and although I do like him, I hated to see him run through our defense. On a side note, i'm starting to get my appetite back and I ate twice on both Saturday and Sunday. Sunday was another day to chill. I hung out with my nephew and niece while they cleaned up the guinea pig cages and played with the baby some more. Later that night, I got up with a friend and hung out with her and her baby at a lake (okay, its a man made lake, but you get the point.) We had a good time just chillin, and as much as I don't do outside, I really enjoyed being one with nature. The skies were clear and the stars were shining. I think its time for me to have a baby of my own and stop bogarding other people's kids. Anyway, that was my weekend, how was yours? Anything exciting?

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Friday, December 15, 2006

The Christmas Tag

I haven't been reading blogs this week so I don't know if this one is out there. Hopefully this one hasn't been done to death yet. As always, feel free to do this tag on your blog. Thanks to everybody that has been reading and commenting. I know it may seem rude, but I havent had time to check your blogs out, but I'm hoping to get a chance to over the weekend. If not, please know that I do appreciate your presence.

The Christmas Tag.

1. Egg nog or hot chocolate? I like hot chocolate better, but chocolate gives me migraines, so give me some nog, preferably spiked

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? I can't remember the last time I got a wrapped gift from Santa or otherwise. Maybe it'll be one of those gift bags, but no wrapping paper.

3. Colored lights or white lights on tree/house? I like them colored and blinking. It's more festive to me.

4. Do you hang mistletoe? Not so much.. maybe this year I'll hang it from my belt. LOL

5. When do you put up your decorations? I haven't done it in a while, since I'm a lonely single bachelor (pause for sympathy) but it used to be the day after Thanksgiving

6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? My grandmother's Macaroni and cheese, no doubt. Our Christmas meals have been pretty non traditional. My sister doesnt eat meat, except for seafood, so in addition to ham or turkey, we would have shrimp and oysters. It's a great mixture.

7. Favorite childhood holiday memory. Too many to mention. I'm thinking about riding a sled down a hill in New York as a kid.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? For some reason I can't remember. I do remember seeing my father putting to get together my hot wheels track when i was 6, but I didnt make the correlation to my parents being Santa.

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? If I get one, I will.. I usually like to wait though

10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? Lots of lights, lots of ornaments, lots of candy canes.

11. Snow: love it or dread it? I used to love it, but I'm not trying to see no snow in the ATL. The city will shut down.

12. Can you ice skate? Not at all. I can't even roller skate

13. Do you remember your favorite gift? Probably 1990 when I got a new boom box/cd player and my first two CD's. K Solo's "Tell The World My Name" and Monie Love's "Down To Earth"

14. What’s the most important thing to you about the holidays? Being of good cheer. It's the one time when everyone at least pretends to get along.

15. What is your favorite holiday dessert? Red Velvet Cake. I need to solicit someone to make me one this year. I used to have a hook up a few years ago, but I need a new one.

16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? Just hanging with the family and having dinner. We don't do all that caroling and stuff like that, its just cool to get together and chill.

17. What tops your tree? If I had one it would be a gaudy, flashing star.

18. Which do you prefer: giving or receiving gifts? I like giving, but receiving isn’t bad, either. Nope forget that. I want to receive this year.

19. What is your favorite Christmas song? Is it called "The Christmas Song?" You know, the one Nat King Cole did about "chestnuts roaring over an open fire?" That one is my favorite. I used to be in chorus in high school, so every year we sang a bunch of Christmas songs. I had one solo in a doo wop version of "Sleigh Ride", so I like that one too.

20. Favorite Christmas movie? It's not a movie, but I have to watch the cartoons of "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" I guess the movie would be "It's A Wonderful Life"

Everybody have a good weekend. I'll get at you next week.

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Purple Rain

I dont know where this came from, but for some reason I am at work thinking about Purple Rain. I love this movie and the soundtrack. As you can see, my new job is not very exciting right now and my mind is wandering. I also don't feel like coming up with a real post, so just because I can, here are my 10 favorite things about the Purple Rain.

1. The music - This is obvious, but Prince and the Revolution and Morris Day and The Time were the ish. I even liked Appolonia's girl group and Dez Dickerson's group, whose name escapes me right now.

2. The pure pimpiness of Morris and Jerome. When Jerome throws the girl in the dumpster. That was the funniest pimp move I can remember

3. When Prince kooks out during Darling Nikki and starts humping the stage. I love when the club owner says " I dont know what you think this is, Kid, but this is bidness"

4. Appolonia's breasts. - The "wait that's not Lake Minnetonka" scene was classic. I remember being a perved out 11 year old, rewinding the tape to that scene over and over again.

5.The I Would Die For U dance. When Prince does the sign language thing and does the touching himself dance is hilarious

6. When Prince slaps the mess out of Appolonia and realizes he is just like his father - too cold

7. The motorcycle - Who was cooler than Prince riding through Minneapolis on that bike?

8. The scene after Prince's daddy shoots himself and Morris walks by the dressing room and says "How's the family?" The Time starts laughing, but Morris gives that look of regret.

9. The crazy fashion and hair styles. Prince is rocking a purple sequin coat with studs and everybody got big hairspray filled do's

10. The fact that I love the movie and cd, even though I have no idea what Purple Rain symbolizes. What is he even talking about? Can anyone break that down for me?

You remember this movie? What are some of your favorite moments? Or tell us about a movie that you remember every line to?

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Monday, December 11, 2006

Jordan or James (23)

I remember reading about the Nation of Islam when I was a teenager. I can't remember if this was in a book or in the Final Call, but I read somewhere that a man should find a wife that is half his age plus 7. For me that would make her 23. It's a good concept, but I feel like a dirty old man tryna holla at a 23 year old. I bring this up because over the last week at my job, I have run into my share of 23 year old women.

Now, KZ and Synsational, don't worry. I still am not messing with any of the girls at the job. I'm gonna leave that alone... for now. I hear your warnings and plus I have plenty of real life experiences that tell me that it is not a good idea. Like the stalker at the job in Savannah or the clingy work not my girlfriend at my last job. I'm leaving them alone. But... that don't mean I cant look right? The scenery is crazy out here. My training class is in a window encased room and I can't help but to look out and girl watch. I got 2 classmates who make sure I see everyone if I happen to miss it.

My point was this. 23 year olds are too young for me. They ain't been through enough to be able to relate. They still in the club every weekend phase. But damn if I aint tempted by the one who stands too close to me and likes to hit me on my lack of azz. Or by the girl who looks good some of the time... who now looks good all of the time. (She looks like Mya, that's her new name) or the one that just blew me a kiss when she caught me looking bout 3 minutes ago. They are all 23 years old, 9 years younger than me. That's too young, right?

On another note, this is my one year anniversary in blogging. I figured 1 year was enough, but I changed my mind. I have about 220 posts, which is probably way too many for 365 days. I need to get a life one of these days, and stop with the blogging, but that isnt likely to happen anytime soon, so I am still here. Thanks for sticking around and checking me out. I hope it's been entertaining.

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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

I Never

I'm biting off of Xavier's Truth or Dare idea from a couple months back. You ever played that drinking game called I Never? Basically, you say something you never have done, and if the people playing with you have done it, they have to take a drink. I wanna try something a little different on the blog. I am going to say something that I have never done and if you have done it then I need you either to tell us about it on your blog or in the comments section. Please be sure to let us know that you posted about it. Also, once you have answered truthfully, it is your turn to say something you have never done. It'll be either fun, or incredibly annoying. I'll start off with 3 things I have never done. Let's see how far we can spread this across the blog community.

I never have been bungee jumping.

I never shot a gun

I never been to Europe

If you did it, tell us all about it. And then give me an "I Never" and I will write about them later in the week.

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Monday, December 04, 2006

Drugs Are Bad, Mmkay?

Warning: The following is a rant...

I was going to write about my uneventful weekend this morning. I was going to tell you about how I hung out with my brother and sister on Saturday and watched football all day Sunday. Or perhaps I was gonna finally talk about what I did last week on my birthday or maybe even pull out a short story from the files. Then I woke up and saw the comment on my last post. Now all I can say are drugs are bad, mmkay? If you get a chance read this anonymous comment from 2:00 in the morning. It's long as hell and rambling so don't spend too much time on it, but take a look. I'm not sure what it has to do with me, but it makes no sense at all.

This brings me to my next point. The anonymity of the internet is one of the things that drew me to the blogging world at first. As time went by, I slowly took the opportunity to reveal more about myself and share some of my quirks with the handful of readers out there. I hope people don't think that they truly know everything about me just because they read my rantings everyday. I don't tell everything here, just like I don't tell everything to people in real life. As much as I try to be open, some stuff is just not for public consumption. The nature of this blog thing is egocentric. Everybody presents what they want you to know, and hides what they don't want you to know. I'm guilty of that as well. While I show certain aspects of myself, there are portions of my life that you will never know and I assume that most people are like that.

So Mr. Anonymous, (and I do know who you are, just not going to shout your name out to give you any notoriety. If you knew anything about me, you would know that I am obsessed with my sitemeter and matching up comments with locations and names) please move on. If you don't like what I'm writing, or if you in some way feel morally superior, then don't read. Reserve your diatribes for your own blog. If you want to engage in a debate, get at me personally or at least let it make some sense. My email is on my profile or I'm sure there are plenty of chat rooms out there that will listen to and encourage your rantings. This is a drama free zone, unless it's mine.

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