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The Art of Story Telling: The J Dilla Box Set

12 Dec

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I’m clearly not in the mood to do any work today so I am going to do what I do best: write.

These last few months have been nothing short of a dream. I remember back when I was dealing with “The Friend” and the other band of losers that paraded through my life in 2010, I never thought I could do any better.  I distinctly remember the despair of feeling like I would never know what it was like to be loved by a man, for real for real.  The longer J and I have been together the better it gets.  I know I have sung his praises before, but this man gets me y’all.  This was evident in an incident that will forever be known as “The Dilla Box Set Day” (ooooh so original!).  Anyone who knows me, knows I love my beatmakers and producers, especially J Dilla.  When I saw the Dilla Boxed set (which I have been waiting for since that Snap Judgement episode) I simply shared it on my FB newsfeed and my mom expressed interest in purchasing it for me as a gift.  A few days later while J and were sitting around he asked if my mom checks her FB messages.  I didn’t think of it, and I put the conversation out of my head.  Fast forward after Thanksgiving, there are two boxes on the porch which is not a big deal because if Amazon Prime was a religion we would be the pastor and first lady of the Church of Amazon.  I recognized the first box came from Amazon, but the second I didn’t recognize.  I looked at the address and noticed it said it was from “J Dilla, King of Beats” and the package came from Detroit.  This is how oblivious I can be: I didn’t care about what could have possibly been in the box, all I wanted was the shipping label because it had Dilla’s name on it.  I texted J and told him he had a package and where it came from.  Even though he too, is a Dilla fan I could feel in my spirit whatever was in that box was for me.  I circled the box like a shark in the water until J got home.  I tried to carry on a conversation but it was KILLING me, because I needed to know what was in that box!  So after small talk, J announces that yes, the box is indeed for me.  In about 3 seconds I mentally went through all of the possibilities as to what it could be.  The “DC Loves Dilla” shirt I wanted so bad? Maybe a Dilla coffee mug (I love coffee mugs)?  You know what wasn’t on my list of possibilities? The boxed set.  As I cracked open the box, my heart nearly stopped when I caught the first glance of a box that was an exact replica of Dilla’s SP-1200.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I removed each vinyl and ran my hands over the certificate of authenticity.  That man knows me y’all.  My friend Cookie made my eyes sweat a little when she expressed her happiness over seeing her friends being loved.  I immediately thought about an interview Drake did years ago where he talked about his mom.  I remember him saying that “she’s never been loved properly” and I just knew that would be my story.  J may not be perfect, but when it comes to me he always goes above and beyond.  This morning he was up with the chickens to make sure I had the new MF Doom Wallabees and is going to start taking The Boy to daycare so he can get the extra sleep he needs.  There is not a day that goes by that I don’t remember how fortunate I am to have a relationship that is easy and I am not in any type of distress and turmoil.

My friends and family probably think I have fallen off the map, I haven’t.  I have been studying for my PMP certification and it’s not the easiest thing.  I don’t have a lot of PM experience so I have to use a lot of resources beyond the online course.  The course is self paced and I have a year to complete it.   There are a lot of days I really don’t feel like being bothered, but I know this is necessary for the next step in my career.

That’s all I have for now, I got my WordPress app back on track so I will be posting a little more. Peace.

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Just Call Me Amazon Barbie……

30 Sep

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Quelle Surprise!  I know I said I was on a blogging break, but lately I am feeling like I still need an outlet so I am returning to what I do best:  putting my feeling on paper (or computer screen).

This week I returned to running after a year of….um…not running.  As I have stated before, the winter was harsh as shit up here and I just lost my motivation to run.  In the last few months I have had a few starts and stops because my shins and hips were not cooperating.  My joints have been in a great deal of pain and I am 100% sure that is because the 20 that I worked so hard to lose have returned.  If I ever needed proof that I am not made to be on Team Chunk this is it. It is very humbling to go from running 7 miles for fun to doing the Couch to 5k program all over again.  Sometimes I want to cry, give up or punch something but the best thing I can do is just keep going.  Does it depress me when I am only able to do one mile?  Absolutely.  The silver lining is I know that I will get better, the key is not to rush so I can stay injury free this time around.

Operation Cohabitation has been going along well.  There has certainly been a learning curve over the last month has we meld our lives together.  More important, our relationship has grown in so many different ways.  If you would have told me three years ago he and I would be at this place in our relationship I would have never believed it.  We have arrived at the place where the Big M is being discussed and I must admit I am scared.  I am totally not scared of marriage, though judging by how the first one went I should be.  This type scared is the “I’m-scared-something-is-gonna-happen.”  All of my previous relationships there was always something that would show up that would be a deal breaker or I would discover some shit like he is a serial gigalo (true story), a Peter Panesque man child (check!) or he is on “hard” drugs (check!).  While our love is far from new, it’s still refreshing.  It has taken a lot to get used to what a healthy relationship looks like.  I remember one day I was stranded at the Metro Station because I was not able to get a ride home slugging and to add to the chaos I left my debit card at home so I was penniless and stranded.  Though J couldn’t come and get me, he made sure someone did and he made sure my son was not left at the daycare past closing time.  I remember when I finally made it home I apologized profusely and thanked him a million times.  He looked confused and said, “That is what your man is supposed to do.  What was I going to do just leave you out there until you figured it out?”  I am so embarrassed to say that in the past that is exactly would have gone down.  This is not to say everyday we are holding hands and singing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”  We have our ups and downs and that is mostly due to trying to figure out who is going to be in charge of what chores.  Bottom line, we are still growing and it looks like we are growing in the right direction.

I have a new love affair with Amazon.  Now we all know how horribly cheap I am so that $79 price tag for Amazon Prime in the beginning of the year was a hard thing for me to swallow, but then came Prime Music.  Anyone who knows me knows I love music and Prime Music has TONS of it!!!  So far I have over 1,000 songs on my list and I am still discovering new music!  Granted, I only bought the Prime Membership so I could watch HBO on demand and save on shipping when I made the occasional purchase.  Almost a year in, I will tell you my purchases from Amazon are anything but occasional now.  I buy EVERYTHING from Amazon.  My running shoes, hair supplies, school supplies, and anything else all came from Amazon.  The free shipping is a bonus, and I love that said free shipping is also FAST.  I have become accustomed to getting my items in 1-2 days tops and I don’t like waiting any long that that anymore.  The last addition that won me over was the introduction of the Kindle Unlimited.  I wanted nothing to do with Kindles when they came out.  Much like the old timers in the office that hate anything that doesn’t include paper I wanted to stick to books.  “You can’t cuddle with a Kindle!”  True, but when you are getting a catalog of books for ten dollars a month, you will make adjustment.  I just read from my Kindle app since I am staring at my phone(my secret introvert tactic) half of the time .

That’s my time…….I’ll be updating more and uh….yeah I need to buy my domain name back…….

Peace.

Ordinary People

19 Dec

 

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I have about four drafts of what I “thought” I wanted to blog about and then I remembered that the purpose of the blog was to be….uncensored.  This is my place where I can tell it like it TIS and lately I have been writing to cater to people who feel I should close up my open book or at least edit it so that I can appear to be a certain “way” to the world.  Anyone who knows me knows that I believe in being honest about life in every aspect, so here goes… Continue reading

Thanksgiving Re-Cap

2 Dec

 

 

This year my family decided to break from our tradition of eating at home and we went out to eat for Thanksgiving.  In previous years, my mother would spend a day and a half preparing a huge Thanksgiving feast and while we all enjoyed the food, it left very little time for us to spend time together as a family.  Continue reading

Stop Being Dramatic!

24 Sep

 

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*shoves Hello Kitty boombox in the corner*

I had a very bad morning.  Bad like, I wanted to get back in the bed.  I was thisclose to calling out because something said, “Gurl…don’t even step out the door, ” but I did and the hell commenced.  Things were going along pretty good at first, The Boy and The Girl got ready without incident and then we headed downstairs so I could make them breakfast.  Yes, I find time to scramble eggs and fry turkey bacon every morning, but don’t get it twisted.  It’s because I did it for the first day of school and now they expect it.  I hope this is remembered when they pick my nursing home.  Anyway, I go to change purses to match my shoes, and then I notice my debit card is gone.

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I started to panic as I turned my dining room upside down.  When did I last have it?  How long has it been missing?  Has The Boy been playing “Airport” with my purses again?  I immediately hoped and prayed that my card was in my desk in my office.  Sorry kids, no scrambled eggs and turkey bacon this morning.  I sped to the daycare and I don’t even remember saying good bye (put a pin in that).  I burned up 495 getting to my office, I opened the drawer and….no card.  I began to sob like I was three years old and someone said I couldn’t come to “their birthday.”  Which if you know any three year-olds that is the equivalent to saying, “Ya Mama.” So I got on the phone with my bank cancelled my card and then they tell me that…..I can’t get another card for 7 days, 3 tops if I pay an additional 50 dollars.  But get this:  That three business days is three business days from processing which takes two days.  I know you are asking why I couldn’t just go to the branch and get my life.  Yeah, no, my bank has no branch in NOVA.  Which also meant I get paid Friday and would have no access to my money on payday and I have a mortgage payment due.  So by this point I am damn near hysterical and I have had no coffee.  Finally I get someone on the phone who can help and long story short, they can do a wire transfer (for a handsome fee) and all will be right with the world.  I went in my desk got a Coke and sat there crying some more about being mean to The Goons this morning and acting the ass on the phone.  Then I log on to FB and see where a friend of mine has had a major health crisis.  I immediately feel super stupid for acting like my lost debit card was the end of the world.  I am wall sliding like I am in an after school special and she is in the most positive and happy moods.  This threw things into perspective for me:  This debit card is not a big deal.  Not having my coffee was not a big deal.  If someone is going through something far more life changing than me having to wait three days for a card and can keep a positive attitude, so can I.  I thought about Iyanla Vanzant’s interview with Oprah (pre Fix My Life) and remembered when she spoke about grieving her daughters death.  She was laying around feeling sorry for herself and saying how she would just never recover and she heard a little voice say, “Stop being dramatic!” and she found the strength to move past that moment in her life.  Today was my “stop being dramatic” moment.  I’m alive.  I have kickass kids.  I have a career.  I’m in my right mind (90 percent of the time, up from 80 percent lol).  I have a lot to be grateful for and little bumps in the road don’t mean it’s the end of the road.

Being Still

2 Aug

*turns down my Hello Kitty boom box* I don’t know if it’s the PMS or the events of the week, but I am EXHAUSTED. I know I am usually daytrippin all over DC on the weekend, but this weekend? I’m in the house, decluttering and finishing up my last week of school. I may seem like I complain a lot, but believe me, I’m grateful. I just need a little shut eye and most importantly to just be still.

To get my creative juices going tonight I am going get deep into my Pintrest and view the pages of some of my favorite DIY bloggers and see what kind of cool things I can come up with. I have a built in vanity in my room, and I want to do something to that space, I’m just not sure what. Also there is the issue of the basement. I want to turn that into a space into some kind of office, I’m just not sure how.

It’s time for mama to make a cup of tension tamer and get into my latest issue of Runners World…have a great weekend!

Hump Day: You’re Next!

8 May

I must be getting old, because this pollen business is knocking me on my ass every single day.  Monday night I could not function at all.  I came home, took out my contacts and just lay prostrate on my bed begging the swelling of my eyes and the running of my nose to subside.  Claritin and a rainstorm later I am feeling a lot better.

Everyone is pregnant.  No really.  Everyone.  Yesterday J’s brother had the distinction of listening to his baby’s heartbeat for the very first time.  Let’s all say a collective, “Awwwwwwww.”  Gosh I remember how much I loved to hear that sound.  The girl was really slow and The Boy sounded like a freight train.  Our conversation this morning made me miss those pregnant moments.  I know I complain about feeling like shit during both of my pregnancies amid swollen ankles, being pregnant in my neck and arms, and feeling like I was on a boat 24 hours a day, but I remember that both of my pregnancies were special in their own way.  This made me think: “Do I want more kids?”  At first my answer is, “Hell No….I like taking a nap on Saturday while watching copious amounts of documentaries and drinking HOT coffee!” But there is a part of me that wants to give the whole, “Marriage and baby” thing another try, but biology will be my biggest hindrance.  I am 32 and I am not even close to being married and my son is not down with being a big brother to anything.  I don’t see myself really getting married again until after I hit 35 and then I want two years to enjoy my husband so that gives me around 37/38 to began gestating (lol).  Then we have to account for the fact I have uno tubo fallopian (ruptured ectopic in 2005) this may not all happen until I am 40.  Sheesh.  I read somewhere a few weeks back before Kim Kardashian got pregnant, she was going to put a few of her eggs on ice.  Slap me, but Kimmy K gave me an idea……I may just look into freezing my little eggos until the right time.

Training for my first half marathon is just……falling flat.  I did not get up early enough for what was supposed to be my long run, and I was only able to do 3.7.  This weekend I am going to make it a point to get up early enough so I can do a solid 6.  The other problem I am facing is pulling back my pace.  On my Saturday run, I kept a 9:50 per mile pace.  I was able to maintain, but isn’t that too fast for a half?  I just don’t want to fizzle out, so I am going to concentrate on slowing down and waking up in the morning so I can do the whole run.

One thing I did realize this Saturday is I need to invest in a sports bra.  I am not particularly heavy chested, but I noticed my thin bra strap chafed the hell out of my right shoulder.  Maybe I should add bodyglide to that list as well.

I am happy to have made if through half of the week, as this has been an emotionally and mentally tough week for me (put a pin in that) and I am just happy that God did not allow me to collapse under the stress.

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