hope mccain is taking notes...

Err-umm, why did Barack Obama just singlehandedly bring back the lightskin black man????
Not since the days Christopher Williams and Al B. Sure has anyone cared this deeply what a brother with wavy hair had to say about any damn thing. I am so excited to part of this historical moment. Obama is the truth.
Trust, I'll be saying a prayer every day from now until election day. Cause I know every redneck in the backwoods of America who swore up and doen it could never happen is now rev'd up and about to mobilize in order to prevent this man from stepping foot into the big House.

nic and eb making moms nervous...

We lost Ebony a.k.a Sweetie-Sweetie this morning. She had to hightail it back to Oakland to be ready for work on Saturday morning. Even though we've only spent four days together, I was really, really sad to see her go.
One of best things about going on vacation is meeting new people. No matter who you leave home with, there's always interaction with new and interesting and yes sometimes, scary strangers.
So far in the Vineyard I've had the pleasure of meeting the aforementioned Ebony, Samantha (another one of the USC girls), Jeff (Sam's husband), Big D (a 300lb Omega who's still rockin the purple t-shirt he pledged in back in the 80s), Big Al (a former gangbanger who loves to sing karaoke) and Jason (a hardcore I-talian with an eye for the curvy brown girls). Fun times I tell ya, fun times...

I can't feel my thighs...

Turns out the bike riding is just what the doctor ordered to strech out the crazy muscle that's been kiling me softly for a week. Unfortunately, I'm so out of shape-or as I prefer to call it, soft and squishy- the three miles that we rode to the beach (and another three back), almost sent me to an early grave. With each push of the petal, I kept thinking dear God did I really do this EVERY freaking day when I was a kid? How in the world did I not give myself a heart attack?? Good grief. The only thing that stopped me from simply falling over into the ditch on the side of the street was the fact that I knew none of my equally unbalanced homegirls could've saved me. And I'd be the broken up chick on the side of the road in Edgarstown waiting for the ambulance to come get me and all my parts. Not cute.

But as usual, the actual beach was fun. Sure there was no soft white sand or seventy degrees, crystal clear aqua water but it was still a rocking, Pomegranate wine cooler, very opaque green water, seaweed filled time. At least until the jelly fish showed up. Then we scooted (yes, scooted) our jiggly behinds right up to the towels and prayed for the strength to pedal back.

Note to self: jellyfish are better viewed from behind the glass in an aquarium and I will never, ever, ever need to attend a spin class.

big ju takes it to the head...

Yippie, we made it! After much drama and confusion, I am finally in Martha's Vineyard for Nicole and Melissa's weeklong 30th birthday celebration. It's my first time in the Vineyard... so excited.

The gang of us spent the first day, lounging at the beach, drinking wine, junk food, watching Sex In The City and talking junk about different ways to say no thank you to fun times in the no-no hole.

Then the very next morning, Melissa's knucklehead boyfriend, Julius showed up for his three day cameo. Naturally, he brought the unique energy only an overly confident, good looking, college educated, former ball playing, single Black man with no kids and a good job can bring: no he won't stop talkin' shit; yes, he's knows everything and most importatnly, where's the McDonalds? Yeah, you heard me- Where's. The. McDonalds. Sigh.

Stay tuned for more updates of the ubsurd...

time to listen...

Ever feel like the Universe is trying to tell you something?
Last week Friday I pulled a major muscle called the iliopsoas. And it hurt like hell. To make matter worse, the strained muscle became inflamed and never went down. In fact, it got to the point where it got so big it was pressing on the sciatic nerve in my right leg. I know, sounds like a whole lot of personal medical information. But bear with me. Cause long story short? I was in breathtaking pain for almost three days straight. I'm talking tears in the street, looking for the elevator in the subway, can't get out of bed in the middle of the night, calling Elsa to come get me pain.
Now we all know, there's always a lesson in the struggle, right? And my lesson came when the doctor informed me of the cause the increased inflammation. Apparently, 75% of the severe inflammation was due to me not resting, running around the city trying to do 50 million things at once in no support having flip-flops and joggig on the pavement. The other 25%? Well that was from straight up stress. My constant worrying about what's next, what I'm not doing, who owes me what, where I should be, etc. Simply put, my inability to relax,relate and release finally caught up with me.
And so now, that I'm back at a point where I can actually get up out of the bed and move around again with some sense of normalacy all I say is- DULY NOTED. Ain't no fun being the cripple chick. It' time to let go and let God... while I make like GUY and chill for a bit.
(sorry if you're too young to understand).