Oh Guys

You ALL have made my life complete. I can't stop LAUGHING at the comments you left on my last post!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OMG, I so wish I was home so I could actually leave each and every one every day!!!! But alas, I'm in the D.C. "urrrea" till Tuesday and tomfoolery + laughter will have to wait :-(

Pooooo.

So I'm HERE!! So excited!! But first, let me outline the past couple of days.

Sunday, Kitty and I get pretty and go to Cityplace to do a little shopping and dining. Macy's and Cheesecake Fact. Waitress was wack and I wanted a comment card to let her know. Whatever the case, I'm eating my pasta when INSTANTANEOUSLY, my throat starts to hurt. No ma'am, not now. I was wondering if the fork they gave me was dirty from someone who had a cold and asked for another one. That probably wasn't the case, but it made me feel better. We eat, hit up Macy's and my throat is really killing me. I'm thinking, "please not now. not before my trip" Didn't matter. One of my "noses" was not "breathing" by the time we got home. Downed some OJ, packed my suitcase and made my wait to Drew's. Once there, we went to Galwreens for some drugs. The biggest fan of ibuprofen, i headed straight for the cold and sinus version. oh but that's behind the rx counter. rx dept was closed so it was supposedly behind the front counter. try again. i settled for some ricola and sudafed extra strength.

Boooo on the sudafed!!!!!!!! I still had a headache and my congestion got worse!!! that's why i don't even FUX with apap!! raggedy bastard!

we hit up SVC. no cold and sinus stuff. its a conspiracy, i swear. oh well, let me grab a cepacol spray cause this throat is not the business. that and some more OJ. we're on our way to dinner at the sushi room: a sake lounge when drew reads the ingredients. "aren't you allergic to castor oil?" why yes, yes I am. "well i wouldn't put this down your throat"

BASTARDS!! HOW COULD I HAVE NOT READ THE INGREDIENTS?!??! and it was Cherry flavored!?!?!?!? OMG, i just wanted to kill myself. I don't do castor oil (unless I have a diphenhydramine drip ready for action) and I don't do cherry (can i get some phenergan?)!!!!!!!! but, my sickeness was going to have to wait. I was too hungry.

We went to SR which was a walking distance from Drew's place. Last time we went, it was so-so. This time, the menu upgrade was well appreciated! OMG, that was some of the best we've had! I a order miso soup to soothe my throat and then came the sushi! The best roll was in green soy paper paper. Minced tuna with tempura shrimp among other things. another roll had temp. flounder, marscapone and sundried tomato paste; I was hesitant to try and it was BANGIN!! the last had soft shell crab and another fish! Hmmmm ummmm! We are SOOO going back!

After dinner, go back to SVC to return the deadly ceepakol. Got some lemon honey lozenges of the same brand instead. now finally, back to drew's place.

I won't bore you with how i almost threw up the ceep loz. Ugh. I hate the taste of medicine which is why i'm a pill whore. The closest thing to a lozenge i've ever liked was a jolly rancher.

yeah. candy.

I drink some more OJ and we go to bed. Set the alarm for 7am cause my flight leaves at 825 the next morning. Will be back later on today with more. I gotta tell you how a book AND an iPod don't deter some people, and why we had to get some duct tape on the plane.

SIDE NOTE: ONLY WHEN I GET REALLY, REALLY UPSET DO I TALK TO DREW LIKE THAT. LAST TIME I RAISED MY VOICE AT HIM WAS WHEN I WAS ON MY WAY TO MY ARRAINGMENT AND THE DIRECTIONS HE PRINTED FOR KITTY AND I WERE SOOOOOOOOO WRONG. I called him to get municipal directions, not residential and he tried to say something and I interrupted with, "BITCH, YOU GAVE US THE WRONG M#$$%#&%@!#$%ING DIRECTIONS! WE ARE IN FRONT OF SOMEONE'S CONDO WHEN I SHOULD BE AT COURT!!!" Kitty found it amusing and said she talked to her (then) white beau like that too. It's only happened twice y'all, I"m not a verbally abusive girlfriend!!

here's anotha one!: UPDATED!

see now, I gotta take my earrings off.

SATURDAY UPDATE:
So yesterday, I get a new note on my car!! oh bitch, someone done REALLY lost their mind!!

I told Drew what happened and he said, "well why don't you just park where you're supposed to?"
BITCH! CAUSE NO-ONE PARKS WHERE I AM NOW!
"Yeah well, it's not your spot whether someone parks there or not"
SHUT YOUR WHITE ASS UP!

See, that's the difference between blacks and white. White people are always worried about the wrong thing, all in stuff that don't pertain to them! With black people, as long as its not hurting anyone (see: me) I ain't got NOTHIN to do with it!

It all started when I didn't want to get my hair wet AS I bring groceries in from the car. Now its exploded to me bout to get buck wild. Can I tell you how I (again) drove all over creation with raggedy envelope on car?

And when I got home, you already knew I parked in 159 but to top it off, I BLEW MY HORN SEVERAL TIMES, HOLLERED OUT THE WINDOW, "HONEY, I'M HOME!" and WAVED to my roomie who was sitting on the stairs. She looked at me like, "you crazy, ghetto bitch... you are my mtherfcuking dog!" Best believe we sat on the stairs waiting for someone to come out and say something...

the guy who makes small talk with us came out and went to work. We ki-ki-ed it with him and he reluctantly went on his way. Don't think its him.

The guy I call Nick at Nite (watches tv alllllll day and nite) came home from the vet with his kids' 8 week dachund puppy named 'Sugarbritches'. Oh yeah, he was smelling like straight liquor and damn near tossed the puppy into my arms slurring, "hol her, i gotta get my keys" Umm, okay stranger! He's definitely off the list, he doesn't give a fcuk about anything besides his tv and 'drank'

Now the weirdo who wears sweat, shades, and dress socks came out... non speaking ass locked his door to take out the garbage (dumpster is about 50 yards away). Kitty and I peeped where he lived and I *pointing to my eye* think its him. He lives right in front and can see who comes and goes. OHHHHHHH speaking of who comes and goes...!!

Before we even sat down to "people watch", we figured out who lives where and basically tried to figure out who'd leave another note on my car!! How bout we went to E3, the alleged owners of parking space 159. Knocking, knocking, knocking; Just as I thought, no-one there. We have NEVER seen anyone coming or going from that apartment; no matter what time of day or night it is, the door doesn't open, the lights don't come on, the parking space remains empty. OOOOOOH BITCH, I'M TYPING A NOTE FOR NOSY NEIGHBOR!

I almost want to start a dialogue...I'll write back, "Is this YOUR spot?" or "Does anyone live in E3?" or "Are you minding YOUR business?" and see what happens. Maybe not. Just a typed note:

Dear Concerned Tenant of 1009.
Please refrain from leaving unofficial notices on my car. I do not like the harassment. I park in a space that is unoccupied (and has been unoccupied for the past year) by a so called tenant of E3. I do appreciate your vigilance of our lot and I will definitely nominate you for president of our neighborhood watch.

For the 1st part, click here
Part 2, here

cowlick

I got my hair relaxed last saturday morning.  Over trying to be cute, I told her not to roller set it cause last time, she had me looking like Sophia Petrillo (RIP Estelle).  She actually wrapped my hair like they used to do back in the late 90s... actually wrapped my hair around my head.  I told her that won't work because my hair is too thick for that but per usual, hair dressers to what they want to do (or is it just mine?).  Plus, I know she wanted me to sit under there so she could get two relaxers in... *side eye*

Any way, after unwrapping it 17 hours later, my hair was as flat as I don't even know what.  Not my steelo.  

SIDE BAR: i remember the days when I wanted my hair "bone straight" lol those were the days when my hair was 'bottom of your shoulder blade' long and my years of cutting bangs had grown out to a nice 'aaliyah side bang over one eye' look

I NEED VOLUME! I NEED FLUFF!  I NEED BOUNCE AND CURL! BIGGER IS BETTER IN MY BOOK!

Yesterday, mom and I went to get my hair and her nails done.

mommy getting mani shot from me under the dryer

I finally remembered what the happy medium for fluff is; it was first done when I went to HU and I've loved it ever since (thanks Shalizar from Jersey)

all hail the ROLLER WRAP!

Roller set your hair, sit under the dryer, take them joints out, wrap your hair, back under the dryer, and you're set!

But.  My hair isn't the length it used to be... hence the cowlick

oooh, my eyes look cool.  you know you're pretty if you don't need make-up and you still look good... my lips are niiiiiiice! Me, Shani and Jameil got it going on!  *conceit rant over*

my next trip

I'm going to D.C for 8 days. get there next monday, leave the following tuesday.  i'm visiting my fave aunt, unc, and cousin AND attending a birthday party for one of my HU Homies!!  Woo, hoo! You know I LOOOOOOOVE them!!

the real question is: who's in the 'urrrrea'??  let me find out you live in b-more, alexandria, or dc and you don't want to get up with me...*side eye* boooo on you!

fcuk. i just realized i missed proj. runway.

Parking Lot: an Update

So we know on Thursday, someone left note on my windshield. If "we" don't know, read the previous post (see below) and catch up to the rest of us.

This morning, I went to my car that was parked where? In spot 159, thankYOU! and I noticed the envelope was gone. Oh, you didn't know? I left it there; drove my lil car to the store, mall, parents house... ran my lil errands with an envelope on the windshield. I wasn't moving it! I apparently didn't need to cause someone took it down.

I THOUGHT SO!  

You BETTER take that foolishness of my windshield!!

What do I look like caving in to some scribbled ish on an envelope???  

Boo nigga, booooooo.

I did want to leave the sweet & sour letter... that thing was funny.

The Lot of Them

This is not your parking space. This spot is reserved for another unit.


That was the note left on my car two days ago; scribbled on an envelope.

"Who tha!?" Indignant, I looked to see who was around; who was bold enough yet, too scared to leave a note on my windshield!

No-one.

Who could it be?

The neighbor who is ALWAYS on his porch watching TV*Land; morning, noon, and night?
The weirdo who walks around in shades and dress socks with sweatpants and never speaks?
The man who makes weird small talk cause I think he secretly like black girls?

Let me backtrack.

In our condo, the owner gets a reserved parking spot. Seeing how I'm renting from Kitty, I have to park in a guest spot that is, as you guessed, not as close as the reserved parkings. I noticed who drives what and where they park... and finally, all of two weeks ago, I decide to park in a reserved spot that belongs to a unit that isn't occupied. (Mind you, I've been here for over a year now) I wouldn't DARE park in anyone's spot, I don't even park in Kitty's even though I'm entitled to (my windshield has the same decal). I KNOW for a FACT that 159 is un-occupied and that's why I'm so amused/pissed about my note!

I come to you for some help. Its been brewing inside me on what to write back to un-bold neighbor. Here's what I've come up with:

Dear Concerned Neighbor,
The spot I park in is reserved for a unit that is un-occupied, therefore making it an un-occupied parking space. Thank-you for your concern, I will definately nominate you for president of the neighborhood watch.


Dear Meter Maid,
Unless I am in YOUR space, please do not worry about where I park my car. Thank-you.


Dear Watch-Dog,
Last I checked, this space was not being used. Since I am not doing anything illegal or detrimental to anyone's health, I would appreciate it if you tended to your own. Thank-you


Dear Parking Attendant,
When the owner of the unit (is there even one?) or the president of the HOA tells me to move, I will do so expeditious and graciously. Till then, un-official notices left written on envelopes will not deter me from parking closer to the building. Thank-you!

So? What should I say?

I Love It

I love everyone in this video (SaRa, Dre, 'Ye... Bentley amuses me).

I love how over the top this video is.

I love the music

I LOVE THE VIDEO!

the 4th (day) *edited for pics*

Ash and I wake up sometime around 730am. We just can't sleep in! No matter how long or strenuous the previous day was, we still get up early!! we start rummaging around in the kitchen to start on out fruit basket and soon every one else is awake. Bea and Bran get to cooking breakfast (biscuits, eggs, bacon) while Court attempts to ball some melon. Yeah. The cantaloupe was looking more like peach slivers... let me do it. AWWW YEAH!! Ya girl is handy with the tool! One cantaloupe, honey dew, a bunch of green and red grapes, and a diced pineapple later, brekky is ready. We eat and get back to the fruit. Ash has traced a line and cut out the necc. parts. now its time for me to get to ballin the melon.

But wait, Ash isn't finished. We must have a decorative basket, complete with jagged edges.

That thing came out so fierce!! I can't wait to make my own and show off my skillz! THANKS ASH FOR MAKING ME WATCH THE TUTORIAL!!!


So while we're eating and prepping, Jo, Court's beau and Jo's pops are grilling the meat. Ribs and chicken have been leaving the kitchen and coming back o so sweet! Pans and pans of meat! But this was only the hard stuff! There were still georgia boy sausage and hamburgers to throw down on when guest start arriving around 1pm. Around 1pm, the 1st people show up. White people, of course. We didn't start seeing our folk till 2pm; that's when we went to get ready. Other Ash, Bea, and I had our teal/turquoise on and were reds-ta-go! Our Ash had on a polo where the horse was teal... *side eye*

Everyone who matters is at the bbq. Prayers are said and we get to grubbin. OMG,
the ribs.
the sausage.
the coleslaw.
the mac and cheese.

the potato salad.
the homemade poundcake.

there was waaaaaaay more food of course but that was what I ate.

a moment of silence for that wonderful lunch

the kids are in the bounce house, the dj is jamming and now its karaoke time. the old people get up there and do the mandatory old school jams (aretha, commodores) then we get up and do "Soldier" by DC. It was horrible!! NO ONE KNEW THE WORDS!! ABOUT 10 CHICKS ON TWO MICS, LIP SYNCING HORRIBLY!

but we looked good.

The day is pretty much chill; Bea got up and did Whitney, I got up and did Kool an.d the Gang, but the real funny part is this.

If you've ever been to a karaoke night, you know that its usually fun and games but there is this ONE person who sings for real, like she wants to get discovered. There was one here. She attempted to do Tam.ia's "Stranger /in My House". She said her mic wasn't working and she wasn't singing. I was singing from the tent, trying to help her find the words. When the struggling got to be too much for me, I said, "let me sing it!" Egged on by bitches to my left and right, I ran up to the stand and took the mic! I belted out Matia as if my life depended on it!!

Pop quiz!
Tell me where we
first kissed!
Tell me where my
spot is...

But wait, I bet you didn't know it was a duet. Ole girl comes back with ANOTHER MIC!! She walked back up with a WIRELESS!!! SHE STARTED SINGING ON TOP OF ME!!! If you know someone who was there, please ask about my facial expression! OMG, I was DEAD! D-E-D, dead! It kinda worked out cause I'm an alto borderline tenor (i got a deep voice!!) and she was a soprano...

she still got the KILLER FACE!

People start leaving slowly; we (Ash and I) go back inside to hit the showers before the masses and get a nap in. CC joins us inside, we all get clean and hit the sack. But what kind of 4th would it be without fireworks?

Jo starts them up in the backyard, right next to the bedroom window. I can't sleep, get up, and go watch. Then somehow, I ended up in the bounce house... I must've sleepwalked(? sleptwalk? sleptwalked?) over there.. I just don't know!


kidding. that thing is mad fun. and a serious workout so I stop. Plus I just showered and wrapped my hair. Now I really go inside and pass out on the couch. The rest of the weekend coming soon!

the Purge

We already know that my lil sis is off to college. The baby got an A on her 1st quiz and I was toooooooooo excited for her!! I was like, "THE BABY GOT HER 1ST 'A' IN COLLEGE!! AWWWW, LAWD! ITS GOING BY TOO FAST!!!!"

she called me "extra and dramatic."

*batting eyelashes* Who me?

BTW: 8 years ago, when I was a college freshman (damn), I was dubbed 'Miss Drama' and not cause I was from Florida.

I do have pics of the exodus to north florida





Wait. Why am I here? I didn't tell you?? I've been elected dog-sitter emeritus! This time, mom told me where some of my old sneakers and socks are "just in case [I] want to take them for a walk".

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So I'm here dog/house sitting for the parents who, on a whim, decide to take a vacay! OMG, who does that!?!? I guess when you have NO children in the house, no one to be responsible for, you can just up and go with your heart's desires. My roomie's parents decided to take a whale watching cruise in Canada. She called them on their cell and they just dropped it on her like that! Word? Is that how parents get down when the kids are away?! SIGN ME UP!

I'm in the room that was once mine... then around 8 years old, it became an "our" room... then it became a "her" room and now its a "storage" room; as is my brother's. Mom has cleaned this room and made beds and arranged shoes and folded clothes... its amazing. My pop took stanley's room and made it into his domain with music in all forms all over the place. Cassettes, CDs, ipods, DVDs, and a PC to store it all on. My parents are wilin'.

In the purge of our rooms, I am literally looking at 10 pairs of shoes I haven't seen in YEARS! one of them *tear* is I think, my 1st pair of Steve Maddens. I still see the white-out my dad used to write my name with on the sole. I wore them on the 1st day of school at Hampton!!! AWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! OMG, I was so embarrassed at how the 'rents tagged EVERYTHING with either a sharpie or a white-out pen!!!

There are also (I think) my 1st two pairs of pointy toe shoes (same shoe, different color patent leather. act like you know me a little bit),
one of MANY peanut-butter colored shoes I own (I LOVE that color shoe),
some silver wedges from when metallic was doing the damn thing,
some brocade pumps (wow Steve),
some round toe Steves (ewww. hate round toe. the price must've been too good),
my FAVE pair of purple shoes (I have 3. oh yeah, i also have that shoe in 'chocolate' and 'money green')
some Nine W shoes mom got me for my internship. Yeah, we knew I couldn't wear flip flops everyday.
wow. there are 3 pairs of boots (bone, peanut-butter, black) for those cold days in Tally and
some tie-up black heels.

*GASP* I JUST FOUND MY BLACK PATENT LEATHER FLIP FLOPS!!

I know that means nothing to you all, cause you know I have flip flops for days but, I had to settle for a cheap pair of flips b/c i lost this very dear pair. NO MORE CHEAP SHOES!! YAAAAAAAAAY!!!

okay, now i'm off to watch a L&O marathon :-)

Thursday, 7/3

I go to the hairdresser with hopes of getting a curly mop that rivals SJP on SATC.

Yeah. no.

Why is it that hairdressers LOVE to do what THEY want to do to your hair?!?!
I really shouldn't complain cause she conditioned the mess out of my hair. It was so soft and silky! And shiny! Just the way I like it! Too bad I was looking more old lady than sexy lady.

I come home, pack and hit the road. I'm thinking its going to be a quick like ride up 95.

NO.

The sky opens for much of my ride to GA and had me driving less than 80mph. Not my steelo. what was supposed to take 4.45 hours took 6 hours. The whole time, I was thinking, "I might as well have been going to Tally!" But aside from being forced to drive the speed limit, the hostess wasn't answering her phone.

Calm down. You'll get there.

I reach JAX and still no answer. I call Jameil to check my e-mail and get her addy for me. If you know me, I never remember to write down addresses or directions. I am the one to get to the airport and hope I hop on the right plane b/c I didn't check my travel itinerary before leaving the house. I have walked thru PBI saying, "Okay, I need to find the flight to Philly... delta? US Air? Southwest?"

yeah.

Jam checks e-mail and I have not only deleted itbut, but cleaned out my trash as well. Great. Well, hop on the good spacebook and send Bran a message, "Stace is in JAX, she needs directions". I get a phone call some 5 mins later and finally, all my fears are gone. I get to her beau's lovely house sitting on 1/2 an acre of land. I drive up the long driveway to see Bran waiting for me!!! YAAAAAAAY! I'M HERE!

"I'm going to be honest, I really didn't think you were coming"
That is my steelo :-( I was supposed to be at countless homecomings and only made it to one :-(

So its me, Ash, Bran + beau, and her cousin Court. 

(OMG, its Stacie! and Ashli! and Courtni! and Brandi!) 

We go to this BOMB seafood restaurant with horrible service. how can it be bomb and horrible at the same time? well, if you sit on the outside, the servers cater to you more. we sat on the inside. Bran and Jo (her beau)'s food didn't come out till some 30min after ours did. Not a good look seeing how she had to leave for JAX to pick 3 other friends up from the airport. I had a bomb scallop dish that was quarter lb of scallops, coleslaw, french fries, and hush puppies. oh yeah, Jo got the 1st round of drinks. we share a love for pineapple and vodka :-) too bad mine was more pineapple... Jo complained and got a stronger drink for us :-)

We come back to the house with Jo and start prepping food. Court and I cleaned 40 (FORTY) POUNDS OF CHICKEN!!!!! FOR-TEE! wait, I forgot to throw in the 5lbs of wings that just needed rinsing... Ash and Jo made some bomb marinade and threw down on 40lbs of ribs.

By this time, its 1am and the others are coming in with Bran. Hugs and kisses all over, showers for those of us who cleaned and we it the sack.

This was all Thursday.  I will be back with more!