Henny???????
**picture courtesy of Concrete Loop
Man, that Henny is a powerful piece of liquor, especially when you drink it straight. It could burn baby burn going down. So yeah, when it hits you, it could very well make you do some crazy things.
So it’s obvious that it’s been a while since I last blogged…..let’s see, what’s changed………
“I got a little older, tid bit wiser” (anyone know what song that’s from?)
That’s about it. Nothing else to report.
I contemplated on shutting the blog down. Kaputz. Done. Finito. Audi 5000. Outta here like swimwear. But then I got a few emails from people saying they enjoyed it, then I thought, well maybe I’ll keep it a little while longer. Trust me, I’m not tooting my own horn but I was surprised and very appreciative of the love. I think the blog gods have something to do with it.
So what brings me out of hibernation?
Check it.
I remember ………..
…… When My clothes had to have logos on them. You had to rock them like that because that showed you had the real stuff and were fresh to def. No logos? Well that meant you probably got your stuff from a place like Value City (and I’m not talking about the furniture store)……Who remembers that?
…..Eating McDonalds for dinner was a privilege. I wasn’t eating it ALL THE TIME (like some kids). It was occasional and usually on Friday’s when mom didn’t feel like cooking fish. Anybody else’s mom always cook seafood on Friday nights?
……I knew all the kids on the block and their parents. Now it seems like kids don’t go out and play or know other kids.
I’m on 2 major projects at work and once my co-worker ducks out for the next 3 weeks, I’ll have a 3rd on my plate.
For one of my projects, I take the iron horse aka the subway aka the m.etro (if you live in this uurrea). Trust me, being on that thing provides more than enough writing material but by the time I get off, I can’t remember it anymore. (go ahead and say it, reason #12384 to get an iphone)
Until yesterday…………..
You see yesterday I was victimized. No, nothing serious or illegal but worthy of a few laughs and definitely worthy of a post. When I was coming home, mentally drained, I stepped on a crowded train. Now, I don’t know about you guys but I’m usually not the type to move to the middle of the car. I play the doors. I think that goes back to my days of being a strap hanger in NYC.
I went out with a few friends for drinks last Thursday. 4 of us. 3 guys and 1 gal.
For the first Vodka and Cranberry, I got an earful from the gal friend about how hard it is to find a man these days. By the time I got to the second drink, I asked the bartender for more Vodka and less Cranberry. This was going to be a long night.
Then the dreaded moment came…….
She asked “well what do you think Fresh?” It’s like I heard the words in slow motion. “whaaaaaaaaaaaaat do yoooooooooooooooooou thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink”.
Now when people tell me their issues/problems, I try to be the ear and just listen and only when they ask, do I offer my opinion. I mean, sometimes people just need to hear themselves out. But most of my friends know that when you ask my opinion, I’m going to give it to you. Straight. How I feel. No sugarcoating. And some friends respect that. They know I’m not trying to hurt them but help them. Others, well, they never ask because they know what they’ll get in return. And I expect the same in return.
DISCLAIMER: Let me say this off the top. There’s a lot of discussion about relationships in blogsphere right now so I’m putting out this disclaimer. By no means, is this post dedicated to anyone that’s writing about their love life right now. Love is love. You do you. BUT on the flip side, if you continue to read it and it offends you, then maybe you should look a little deeper in that mirror of yours. Cool?
It’s been a while since I’ve given relationship advice (on the blog that is). I drop my two cents when asked by anyone, via chat, email, in person whatever, but actually typing it? I’ve refrained for a while. Not sure why. I just have.
But as a man who writes a blog and has no hidden agenda of trying to be a blog pimp, I think I need to drop some gems and knowledge from my point of view ( which is a boo’ed up man that’s immune to chickenheads, b.ird flu, salmonella and the like) every now and then.
I sat around at a bbq this weekend listening to a female talk about her dealings with a married man. Then on the 4th, we all heard the national news about someone else dealing with a married man.
Well I don’t care how much he says he cares for you and how much he buys you stuff and says this and that. I don’t care if he’s married, or has a child (or two or three), I’m here to tell you that chances are:
HE’S NOT LEAVING ……..
and you are just another piece in his game. Just being real.
See if you’re naive, it’s easy. Too easy. Because then you hear lines like this………
“Me and my wife, we’re about to get a divorce soon”……or………..”We’ve been separated for a while now” ………or……….
“Yeah, me and my child’s mother, we’re not together anymore….We don’t see eye-to-eye”…..but they probably see pelvis-to-pelvis!
I know I’m supposed to blog about relationships this week but hold up for one second because this weekend was quite eventful in the news………..
First, Sarah Palin resigned on the 4th of all days and then threatens to sue media outlets and bloggers who speculate or spread rumors about her resignation *crickets crickets*
Then, Marion Barry who is 73 decides he needs to stalk his former ex-woman, who’s 40. *crickets crickets and more crickets*
And finally, Steve McNair. R.I.P. Talk about unexpected. Talk about mouth dropping. The more and more I hear about the details, the more and more I’m just in shock and disbelief. I don’t want to speculate, especially since I just wrote a post a few days ago about waiting until all the details get released but man, there has been way too much “death” in the news lately. What I will say is my prayers go out to the McNair family, especially his wife and kids. If what they say is true that he was having a relationship with this woman that died with him and IF this is the first time that the wife is hearing of this and now has to deal with this AND planning his funeral, I can only imagine how heavy the load is. *Shaking my head*
Thankfully, Barry and Palin provided me with the necessary comedic highlights to help me get through……
First I watched the BET Awards on Sunday night. Then this morning, I had to deal with people at motor vehicles. I’ve officially reached my nigga quota for the week……
Listen…real talk…..if you’re complaining to me that you’re late for work (and this is the new job you got after being laid off for 5 months)or you’re complaining that you haven’t gotten enough sleep AND I find out that the reason for this is because you’re on Facebook, should I really feel sorry for you?
And speaking of Facebook, if your profile is viewable to the world, heads up, soon so will your status messages…..that’s what I just read……
And to piggyback on that, can you please please please be careful about what you post on Facebook, who you allow as friends and what you post on Twitter? Especially if it’s something related to work? Writing “this place sucks ass” could come back to haunt you? I gave a warning before. Consider this the second one. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/25/AR2009062503931.html?referrer=emailarticle
*sigh* Do I have to? The B.E.T Awards 2009……
My thoughts….
* I played basketball this weekend for the first time in about a year. Half way through the game, my ass was tired, gasping for air. I quickly realized it’s not the same as running outside or the treadmill. Where am I going with this?
Well, if I’m tired after a year break, then why the hell would I think my ass wouldn’t be tired after a 5-10 year break on stage? Do you really think you can sing legendary songs in the same key and dance at the same time when you haven’t done a thing athletic in years? C’mon son…be real. And oh yeah Bobby, keep your tongue in your mouth.
* When you win an award, YOU win the award. Not your cousin Pookie. Not Ray-Ray. Leave them in their seats. The only person you’re allowed to bring up is your kids and even then, there should be a limit.
