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Daughter’s Prom Dress Designed by Daddy

My niece just sent this to me in an email! Had to share…

Blog Tells What? EDITED!!!

 

EDITED: TO MENTION WHAT PROMPTED THIS POST? A friend and I were having a discussion a few days ago and we talked about blogging and the content it involves and who, what, when and why people blog. Then she spoke specifically about my blog and asked how or why I chose to only mention certain things and did I feel I had developed a certain writing style since writing is what this is about for me anyway.

Although, I've kinda brushed up on the blogging topic before, I thought the conversation we had definitely sparked a flame, which brought me to put it down here on what better place...?

What I choose to not discuss in my/this blog:

1. Specific details about my job and work environment = There's a certain confidentiality and work ethic clause which ties to this. I've known some people to lose their jobs over blogging about the specifics in the workplace.
2. Personal Finances = Do you really need to know this?
3. Personal Relationships = Just know that a sistah still mingles while still single.
4. Specific personal and trifling details about friends and family = Come on now, this is a world-wide thing here and the cache lives on forever. Plus they would never forgive me for it.
5. Politics = BOooo-RING!!!! It's too warped and too much corruption, plus it's just not my cup of tea.
6. Racism and Hatred = Why? I'm colorblind! Plus a sistah loves everybody until they cross up on me, then I only love them a little bit.:) Life is too short! Can we all just get along?
7. Won't use harsh profanity. I aint gon' use the eff word, the inn word, or the bee word at all; you might see the occasional wtfreak, ish, p'o'd, or damn. I think I may have used the word pissed one time or two, but that was pushing it for me. Now I aint gon' lie, sometimes I'd like to use those words mentioned above. :0
8. S.ex.u.al or Po.rno.grap.hic Content = Pullllleassse! Hey, we're talking private personal parts here. TMI!!! Private business! Do we really know each other like that? Hell naw, I aint going out like that.

    

That's all I could think of right off the bat. Some would even argue that there's nothing left to talk about…LOL! As a matter of fact my friend did...LOL. However, I'm not an under-cover blogger. I know some of my family folks, friends and co-workers all read my blog. They're not BIG on commenting though; they send emails... ahem...plus I aint all about discussing or conversing these things in real life with people. It's just who I am. 

I know some people go under-cover to discuss these things, and some don't care who knows what. To each his own, right?! More importantly, I'm just a general happy-go-lucky combusationalist (< --- yes I did …again hehe). I know you read my one-liner in the heading. :) Just random ish…

As for the writing side of me, I'd thought about creating another blog which actually tells a story. I'd include chapter after chapter of a bunch of lies interesting tales. Each entry or post would be a chapter or sub-chapter creating a novel. Just to see the reaction…of course I would go wayyyyy under to do this. I've read where another writer did this and eventually published a book.

Yo gurl, Vanessa, aka Gumbo Gurl, aka Lady Tha ProducHer

Post B’day

Yesterday I got my first Happy B'day wish from a friend in the DC area, who sent me a really nice e-greeting. Later, more emails poured into my inbox. The phone calls started around 11, and went on throughout the day. M.ySp.ace also acknowledges B'day's, that is if you have the notification turned on to let all your friends know. I didn't have mine on and by time I turned it on, it showed up too late. Actually I didn't think it showed up at all until I received a B'day wish from a singer friend of mine.

I had a lite lunch with a co-worker while we discussed work. (When do we ever let it go?)! I ran a few more errands and later hit the studio. I received cards in the USPS mail from friends and neighbors.

Other friends of mine were also celebrating their anniversary yesterday. We planned weeks ago to collab in our celebratory efforts. Having just learned they had other plans, I figured I'd just chill, especially since I was already being quite productive in the lab.

A few friends called last night to see what was popping off and my friend the DJ had still planned to do his thing at the daiquiri spot we hang at. Around 9ish last night, the DJ's son who's also my god son (Tyler) brought me a single pink rose. His mom (the DJ's wife) said lil T walked in W.al-m.art and decided on getting it all by himself. I told her the little young man already knows how to treat a lady.

After they visited, I was still contemplating getting out. I don't know what was going on with me, but I was surprisingly content with just staying in.

I finally browse through my closet and quickly threw something together. I showered up, faced up, dressed up and drove over to the spot. My DJ friend was doing his thing on the 1's and 2's. The usual regular folks were cornered off and chilling in their respective areas. It seemed the whole room was in chill-mode although Bet.ty Wr.ight's Af.ter t.he P.ain was slamming down the walls. There weren't many people at the bar, so I sat there, while my DJ friend ordered me Vodka with cranberry juice with a slash of Sprite. I eventually had two of those and then I had two of my usual, Cognac (Martell) straight up.

The mood was slow and eventually the dancing picked up some, but it never got to full throttle. Remember the guy with the problem who couldn't keep his goods in his pants? He walked over to the bar to chat with me. I noticed he had the most stunning eyes; however his rap wasn't attractive at all. Kid asked me why I didn't follow him that night. He told me it made him mad. I told him, "I don't know you like that and you 'me -- to get mad."

He didn't even offer to buy me a drink the whole time he sat there, not that I needed him too, but if he gon' sit there and talk iisshh in my ear hole, the least he could do was buy me a drink. Right? By time I had enough (about 15 minutes) of his same ole' lame ole – I told him I was involved with a crazy man who would be there any minute. LOL! He got up and walked away. Dude was hopelessly trifling!

Another one of my boyee's came over and we chilled and talked the same ole flirtatious common chit chat we always do.

Just before the night was to end, a couple of white sistas came in and jumped right in the party. You could tell they had had a few. They were ready to get down honey. For whatever reason, one of them was very bold with me right off the bat. As I was dancing with my boyee, she asked me to dance with her. ……………………Hold up! …………Okay, not that I'm bothered with that ('cause it's common to see friend-girls moderately dancing with each other)…but uhm, damn, she caught me off guard. I politely told her no. She then grabbed my hand and told me I was a beautiful black woman. O--------kay> ….Then she said it again!!

I pulled my hand away and gave her a smile and my thanks. I continued dancing with my boyee until the song ended. I went and sat back at the bar. My DJ friend told me the white sista was staring at me the whole time I was dancing. He and my other friend laughed about it, but in all fairness, we assumed the white sista was just being herself and having a good time. You can't knock that.

I was flattered at the remark, and who wouldn't be if somebody told them they were a beautiful woman? To each his own ya know. I aint stressing to be flexing. I'm in chill-mode all the time. But if she had come off ridiculously disrespectful, then I would have had to put her in check.

By this time, the club was shutting down. The "can't keep his goods in his pants dude" ended up leaving with the other white sista.

My DJ friend and my boyeee began packing up his stuff and we drove over to our friends' house that celebrated their anniversary. We ate, shot the breeze and called it a night.

I got in and called a long distance friend of mine and he and I talked for a couple hours.

So that's how it all went down for the gumbo gurl.

Birthday Gurl

Okay, before I get out of here tonight, I figured I'd make a post with the July 28, 2007 date on it because…. it is MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! There it is. Alright I'll see y'all when I get back in. ~Much Luv

Communications 2007

How come these days I would rather email my friends or text message them than to spend too much time talking on the phone? When I was traveling a lot, I enjoyed the phone time as it kept me occupied while driving or sitting up in an airport. (To all you Po's-Po's in Illinois, I do have the Bluetooth earpiece device)

I have the Moto-Q and it is definitely a handy little device which also works well with my HP laptop. I use it for emails, text messages, media files, taking notes on the fly, viewing web pages, taking pictures (the thing has nerve to have a flash installed) and the local google web page is awesome for directory assistance. Not long ago, I added the service to use it as a modem which always leaves me with an internet connection no matter where I am.

How come an email address is more important than a phone number these days? And when was the last time you actually took time out to write someone their own personal email just between you and them? I'm not talking about those forwarding emails which are generically sent to everybody in your contact list. (Yeah I'm guilty too! As a matter of fact in another post I'll talk about those forwarding emails and how I deliberately remove all those other names before passing it on.)

I send Birthday Wishes and Thinking of You letters through email and TM. I rarely buy personal cards anymore. Damn this is bad huh? I think for someone to actually take out the time to go out and pick out and mail you a card is someone very special these days. I really use to be consistent with this. I mean my Momma still gets hers.

Have we lost it? Do some of us still have it? Anybody within reach of this post, honestly tell me when was the last time you sat down and wrote a letter (handwritten) and sent it to someone? I sure as heck don't remember the last time I did. And with kids born today, heck they'll never hand write anything….LOL. Shoot just the other day; I swear I saw computer learning software for 6-8 month old babies. I was like …yes innnndeeeeed!

Some may argue communication is so impersonal these days. Is it? I believe if it was hand delivered with a stamp on it or electronically falls into your inbox, the thought or act of communication still took place – which is the point right? These days and everywhere you go, you see everybody and their Momma's on mobile phones and with laptop lids flipped up. It's all a sign of the time. Technology is evident and increasing rapidly. (shhhhhh…don't tell nobody but my momma still don't care for or have interest in the use of a computer – she doesn't even have an email address)

On the real, I'm so behind with catching up and chatting with a good friend of mine. He and I worked out in the field and… Cliff baby I'm gon' call – I promise. Hey I can shoot you an email though…

Okay I’m over it now

See right here, I was feeling some craziness. But I'm better now obviously, and I thank goodness for the stttuuuuuuuuudddio! It always takes me exactly where I need to be.

Nothing much here tonight other than I've been doing some writing. Between a few hundred words and as I was browsing the net, I found a place called I Am Bo.r.ed over at one of my blogging friend's site. Thanks Matt for the interesting goodies. (Details Edited! Removed! - Too gross to read - eye sore!)

Whew! Let's see, oh I know…Saturday is my birthday! Sure is! It's also my good friends' wedding anniversary. We're all supposed to get together and do a little som'eing.

I'm lying across my bed on my tummy as it seems this laptop will share this bed with me again tonight. I've been dozing off for the past 30 minutes or so.

Nite! (2:10 a.m. Thursday)

Zero Tolerance

As I was thinking, this just hit me. It's something I've wanted to say and hoping anybody who can relate will feel me on this…

Why are some people sooooooooooooo insecure when they absolutely have no reason to be? I mean I can understand they might be going through some things, but to be so sensitive and non-self-reliant over the smallest of things. And I'm talking about MEN and WOMEN!

And another thing – what's with these ASSuming people? Don't assume I said or done something. ASK! Don't assume my actions. Just simply REALLY GET TO KNOW me! And don't say you already know me, 'cause if you did, I wouldn't be writing this post.

I swear the older I get, the less tolerate I am of ignorant grown childish people. I try to stay clear of anybody trying to tear down my creative world of peace and contentment. I'm a very confident, strong-headed, self-reliant, intelligent, articulate and out spoken (call me arrogant if you want to) woman. I love people and I will go the extra mile for anyone (as I'm consistent with this), but don't play games with me. I may be of less noise at times, but know it is because I'm observing and I easily pick up on what you're saying before it comes out of your mouth.

Don't try to understand me, as I'm genuinely the kindest person you can meet, but when you cross me with stupidity and this dumb craziness, I'm gon' tell you about yourself with nooooooooooooo hesitation. And I don't care WHO you are and HOW long I've known you.

It's difficult to breathe 'round people like that. This is to no one in particular, but to everyone who took me there!

Now I'm going to the studio… to free my mind….

Hard Headed

I've been a naughty girl. A week or so ago, I ate shrimp, lobster, and shrimp and shrimp (yes I did!) and catfish ALL WEEK!!!! It was a serious craving. I had shrimp fried rice, shrimp egg foo yong (aahhh Hunan's is the BEST!!! – What a magnificent discovery), lobster tails from Ralph's and Kacoo's, (to die for!) and fried catfish and crawfish boudin from Tony's. I usually don't get an immediate breakout, but one day while having lunch at Hunan's, I immediately broke out on my left arm and hand. My stomach and chest area was already inflamed from eating this stuff, so I guess my body was saying ENOUGH ALREADY!

The immediate reaction freaked me out, but I still finished my meal and vowed to not do it again. (Yeah right!) On another day, I had catfish which had never caused a reaction that I know of, however some hours later, the already inflamed area became more irritable as more red spots developed. I think I had a slight swelling in my face during this time too. I noticed it more around my eyes, cheeks and lips. But of course with all the shellfish I had consumed in my body, it probably wasn't the catfish.

For real though --- this time I've got to let it all go. I had cleared up so well before. NOPE! I'm not going back to the doctor so he can talk about me. He gave me two more refills for my lotion, so uhm -- I'm gon' use it.

It's hard out here for a sustah having been raised up on this stuff while living in the heart of it and CAN"T eat it! Now that AINT right!

itaintmystyle!

I came in doing the right thing – I started ruffling some feathers. I began to see things, but they had a quest to stop me. They tried on the sly! They didn't succeed. Now the table's turned … And… it's HUGE!

I didn't adapt...

Itaintmystyle…

another day, another dollar...

Now I remember why I never tried it

Later this afternoon, I went to a cookout/barbecue at a friends' I haven't seen since I've been home. We were all chilling, sipping wine, and enjoying good conversation out in the yard, when a woman and a man walked up who were both smoking what looked like cigarettes. But it sure did NOT SMELL like cigarettes.

I didn't say anything and nobody else did either. A couple guys gathered around the couple as they went over to the coolers to get beers which were directly behind us. As I felt the headache coming on, I said my goodbyes and got on down.

I remember that nasty, terrible, irritable odor all too well from high school and college. It has always given me a BADDD headache and aint nothing changed about that over the years.

Yes it's true – I've never tried it. Never wanted to! How can anybody get past the smell??? That's some nasty STANKY stuff for real.