the message

I got my hair done last saturday and was slightly annoyed for most of the time there. Now my hair came out amazing but my hair dresser and one of her collegues AND that dresser's patron were talking so much about how much they give. and it almost became a contest about who is the most giving. Scripture was exchanged, each lady was one upping the other,

"My sister and I are cooking for people at church who do not have families. you know the holiday season is when the suicide rates rise..."

"Yeah? I make sure I send money to ALL my relatives and then I put what little is left in my bank account for my family"

"I am going to the hospital to visit before and after work..."

"I give to every charity..."

"I'm going to heaven and you're not..."



I'm kidding about the last one but I was waiting for that to pop out of someone's mouth. Now I am ALLLLLLLLL about helping those less fortunate but I kinda think it defeats the purpose when you are trumpeting to the world how much of a "gracious" giver you are. Its not really gracious when you are tooting the hell out your own horn (and I know a thing or two about tooting my own horn).

I think I did get a message out of them though. The patron said something about not knowing when you might be helping Jesus out, "the least of these..." or something like that. It made me think of those bracelets that were the rage and lost the original point of the question: "WWJD?" Whatever the case, the next day in church, the Gospel of the Lord according to Matthew brought me to tears.

May the Lord be with you this holiday season.





Addendum
Starbux is giving $0.05 from every hand crafted drink they sell on Dec 1 to an African AIDS fund... I don't know if I should be upset about that. On one hand, what's 5 cents when you're barstucks? can we at least get a dime out of you? but on the other hand, if they sell 50 million drinks across the nation, that's $2.5 mil to G. Fund/AIDS in Africa. How much am I donating to the fund? How much are you donating?


And this is where I am today.

sibling convo part deux

and this is why I don't watch T.E.B


Me: (with nose high in air) ugh. this video is wack. what kind of baller are you when the mercedes in your video is a c-class? couldn't even step up your rental game for at least, the cls?

Bro: oh, is that the one you have?

Me: *blink, blink*

Bro: which class benz do you have?

Me: (silent with nose dropped down several feet to where my deflated ego lay)





Me: ay man, fcuk you nigga.

Belve and Black

Yesterday, the band went to Tommy Li's joint on Souf Beach for R.C's birthday

The party people with birthday boy in the middle

me and the VJ in the DJ stairwell! Peep my shoe that happens to match the decor!

The crowd from my view

Bartender who sprays the crowd every hour

drink and my two step. I so don't drink dark but that's what was at the table when the song came on!

Me and the the Drewski/Booski

I would so go out during the week again! Now about that job thing...

bacefook convo

Me: word on the street is you be killing the kang wang in the club... to reggae music

Mini Me: word on the street is you pulled a muscle doing the charley brown part of the cha-cha slide

Me: well a bird told me you do the tootsie roll to the electric slide

Mini Me: everyone knows that you won the wu-tang contest at bingo night

Me: ...

(giggling)
(time elapsed: 10 minutes)

Me: yeah well, you cripwalk to booty music

a much better tally

Yay! it wasn't even homecoming and I had a MUCH better time!!! Woo, hoo!


Friday
I plan on leaving immediately after school. The turnpike is all of 1.5 miles away from work and it will be nothing to just hop on and GO.

Aww damn, forgot my camera at home. There canNOT be a StaceJam event withOUT a camera!! I drive way east to go get the thing and who do I meet at the door?


Mom Dukes a.k.a GG (Ghanian Goblin)

she wants me to fill out an application. a looooooooooooooooooooong application. an app that come to find out, requires an actual interviewer who I think may need to be a notary or something official... yeah...

So now my plan to leave at 230pm 3pm 330pm 4pm has been pushed back tremendously. and I didn't want to leave during rush hour on a friday so I waited and waited till I just said, "freak it." I should've remembered that I do NOT like to drive at night and should've trucked thru the traffic. I ended up leaving at 530pm. boooooooooooooo...



Dear Daylight Savings,

I hate you.


Sincerely,

Adei



i FINALLY get to Jam's crib and was accosted by a frog that was probably half the size of my thumb but real talk, looked really really mean. I moved out of HIS way cause I PROMISE you, he ice grilled me. Now that i think about it, it was probably a girl. Hater ass hoe.


Jam and I hang for like 20 minutes and decide to go eat. Our usual spot had a 2 hour wait so we walked to another sushi restaurant that was cool. Aside from the waitress who kept on spilling things, the tepid miso soup, the nasty absinthe, and the extremely loud neighboring conversations, it was a decent. It'll do. When we finished, Jam got the page on her phone that our table at 'Fly was ready!! LOL

I really have no idea what we did after that. I think I went to sleep. I'd been up since 530am and it was around midnight.


Saturday
Jam gets an oil change as we peruse Garden and Gun magazine, a magazine of the south and then even more important, the latest In+Style. I just want to know how does Bey manage to get on the cover of EVERYTHING?! When her album is about to come out, that hoe is EVERYWHERE! AT THE SAME TIME! SNL, TRL, EMA, VMA, ETC!!!! That's that Obama hustle! Actually, he got it from HER. It is definately B Season!

we ride to Tally and get to Kitty's house!!! YAY!!! Its Labor Day 2007 Part 2!!


or not. we are so not in South Florida cause it is colder than a b!tc#! (and a b!tc# be cold)

The game starts at 3 so Jam and I decied to go to the mall to meet up with her cousin and buy a sweater. yeah, on the way there, we find out the game was changed to 1pm. It was 120. Jam turns the car around and we finally make it to the game where FAM beat up on HU. I didn't recognize that HU on the field. NO receptions or completions, no O-Line, nothing *smh*. We leave before the game is over and mosey on over to the HU side.

tumbleweeds.

Jam attempts to speak to some HU folk and they look at her sideways. Eww! Keep that! I know you see the sweatshirt AND the tee! Why else would she be wearing that!? Yeah, they might have been mad that their team was losing... we'll go with that.

As we make our way back to Kitty's we peep an older man in a black brocade(?) suit with red shirt and pocketsquare. He looked like flavorflave. ole dark skin, crispy yet greasy looking lil nasty. here's the kicker



he had a fingerwave with the bump.






HIS WHOLE HEAD WAS FINGERWAVED


and



THE BACK WAS DOWN AND CURLED UNDER




i'ma let y'all marinate on that one.

Jameil

Is so cool. This is the best trip ever!!! I want to be just like Jameil when I grow up. I'm going to teach my children to be like her, too. What better model for life could there be? I'll tell you what. None.

I'm Out!

I'm going to Tally this weekend!

I'm sure it will be better than last time; Jameil is coming!!


the Rattlers of Florida A&M vs. the Pirates of Hampton U



Do I "strike, Strike, and STRIKE again!"?

or do I

"Rock the Blue and White, Rock the Blue and White!"?

In one, I see my begining, my first time away from home, my first time with people like me, my first friends who I DIDN'T know since forever, my first time listening to Mos and Ghost

yet, the other was more my home, easier to just be, closer (in proximity) to family, more "real" (not everybody is born with a silver spoon in their mouth, or even a silver plated one for the 'fake it till you make it' folk)...




well, its State's Homecoming. Maybe I'll be a Seminole for the day.

I'm here

I actually posted yesterday but the wifi at drew's place was trippin. maybe its a draft waiting for me to publish...

it was 20 questions VIBE Mag style. while in tally for homecoming, i HAD to get the issue with our latest president on it!!! obama obama obama obama oba-oba-obama (i know you've heard the fellow hamptonian's version of 'a milli' by now... if not, look up apt on youtube and have a blast!) anyhoo, I realized I haven't read a magazine in a while and decided to do a 20 questions post

20. why did i let a home girl of mine talk me into get my legs waxed?

19. do you think it hurt?
(HELL YEAH!)

18. was it worth it?
(HELL YEAH!)

17. why did marra (brazillian [she's from brazil] wax tech) assure me that next time (i'm sorry, did i miss a meeting?), we're going to work our way up the body?

16. don't you love how it wasn't that he was an old, bellicose, yellowed out grill of a vet, but that Palin "cost" mccain the election? I can now watch Fox noise cause they are hanging her out to DRY!

15. does anyone but me think housewives of atlanta is a grown-up version of baldwin hills? plus a barbie?

new.
money.


14. who DESPERATELY (like, would sell a kidney and a piece of liver) wants to be in D.C. for the Jan '09? This is better than the all-star game.

13. besides jameil and myself, who is excited about Slim's new album? anyone? anyone? bueller? I LOVE the tracks that are playing right now!

12. does anyone have The Renaissance?
as a true Tribe fan, I got (or was given, same thing) Q-.Tip/Kama.l/the Abstract P.oetic/Jonathan .Davis' latest album and I like it a lot!

11. so why was jes-ee jackson really crying that night? i looked at him with such scorn. such an actor. was he crying cause that "should've" been him? or like letterman said, "he's one of the folk who makes more than $200,000"? chile boo.

10. who here loves more than ANYTHING that Sasha and Malia get to live in the white house?!?!!?!?!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

9. Why did this late 40-something, white lady named JANE see me this weekend and was like, "heyyyyyyyy boo!" and why did I giggle like Andy Cooper??????



8. does anyone really like love lockdown or are you just buying the 'ye' hype? are you just "feeling it" cause it's "different"?. yo, just cause its different doesn't make it good. that song is not the beat. the message? sure, i'll take it. the presentation? still not buying it!

7. who wants to move to texas with me at the end of the school year? you in the back? anyone? wait, why did u put your hand down? :-(

6. has will smith denied those gay call boy allegations? you know, the ones the madam of L.A spilled before she left the west coast? i for one, am so not surprised.




and i bet jada put him up to it.


5. who still loves will and jada?
(meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!)

4. who does NOT love nick and mariah?
(meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!)

3. who wants to go to Vegas with me in January??? Ohhhhhhhhhh, now all the hands want to shoot up with the quickness!!

2. who can believe we are sooooooooo in the 2nd week of novemember already? OMG, 2008 went by at record speed!

1. so why did I delete 3 bacefook friends who were ardent mc-p supporters?
we can't be friends. i'm deborah, you're RL.

You know I had to!

I celebrate EVERYTHING in my classroom!

Question of the Day

I am SERIOUSLY sitting here wondering if I can be friends with people who vote for McCain...


a HU homie of mine has been blasting his love for the McCan't-Plain ticket and I thought he was joking or being facetious. But it kept on going and going and going...

today on bacefook, his picture is of his ballot with a plain as day mark for Mc & P!


HE WAS DEAD ASS SERIOUS!!


It just makes me wonder what does he see in them? I know he's not a military man or someone over 65 or a large corporation who would "benefit" from the Mc-P administration...

he is a young man trying to become this great director. he's "directing" his first movie in 2008 but that got changed to "tv show".

I guess the movie didn't work out.


he is a middle school health teacher and I know for a fact that the Nat'l Ed Assoc, and the American Fed of Teachers; the two largest teacher orgs have publicly endorsed Rocky. not saying, "well if they did it, then I should too" but...

I'm not sure if his parents went to school here the way my dad did but I know he is Nigerian, 1st generation. Immigrants for education or just a better way of life?

I just don't get what a young black, first generation, college educated, teacher by day, "budding" artist by night, civilian man would see in anyone besides Barack. In Barack, we see ourselves. How can you not want the best for yourself?

superface

THURSDAY
I get off of work around 4pm. I'm thinking, "I've packed my bags so we can get on the road asap"

nope. Bro doesn't get to the house till 530 and after all the talking and reassuring (pops is such a worrier although he tries to be the cool one) we FINALLY leaving around 6pm.

*face*

We get to tally around midnight as expected b/c of the time we left, chat it up with Kitty and I hit the sack. Bro drives the car to his fiance's house which is out in the northern part of bumbafcuk, just past 'the hell we at?' population 215.

FRIDAY
I'm soooooooo looking forward to homecoming convocation!! we get up, bro comes over for breakfast, and we're off. I'm looking cute in a cream boat neck top with dark denim bottoms tucked into some flat brown boots. luckily, kitty lives in the neighborhood by school so walking to the gym where convocation is is no problem. we're walking on campus and thinking, "its awfully quiet for homecoming friday... maybe EVERYBODY is in the gym"

yeah, no. the gym is DECKED OUT for the president's inaguration reception following convo. we ask someone in the gym, "where is convocation at?" he tells us, "Lee Hall" (the eqiv of ogden for my REAL HU people). Ok, no worries. another walk across campus and up some stairs and down some hills... we've done this before...

about that Lee Hall?

yeah, no. Doors locked, parking lot empty, tumbleweeds rolling...

*face*

We ask ANOTHER person, "where is convocation this year?" and she tells us, "its streaming live from the Civic Center" (see: colliseum)

Kitty & I did one of those quick, "civic cen-? oh hell naw" That means cars and parking and traffic??... hell naw on that one. we walk back to her house and watch harlem nights. fall asleep on the couch and wait for another friend of ours to come in from daytona.

Trissy comes in, we wake up and go to Yardfest. The dope boy music is in full effect. Not really my scene cause its a whole bunch of baby goons and I'm actually looking for alumni I haven't seen since graduation.

I saw 1. and he's not even my favorite person.

I did see my ZPhi friends of mine but again, they weren't the ones I was coolest with. I asked about their LS friends of mine and none of them made it.

*face*

I didn't see ANY of my favorite people :-( But while on the subject of goons, I saw my sister!! YAY! She was showing too much skin under the pretense of it being "hot" and it took me back to those HU days when we'd have a 73 degree reprieve and I'd bust out the shorts and if it was HOT! Oh, south florida girls slay me. we took a pic

and I kept it moving.
Tris and Kitty had to do some stuff in the bandroom and we went over there, caught up with some drum major homies and then walked back to the practice field where the hundred was playing.

hung out there for a while and went back to kitty's. her family was coming in from west palm and we wanted to be home.

they get here, we catch up, we eat hamburgers cause her pops brought his giant grill and before you know it, its time for night practice. that's when EVERYBODY comes to the field and watches what's going to happen the next day.
Old heads take an instrument from a freshman and show them how to play stand music, sectionals take place, pics are snapped...

its over and we're back at kitty's; calling people up to see what they are getting into. afterall, its halloween and we know there must be SOMETHING going on!

or not.

i'm in bed by 11. on halloween, homecoming friday.

*face*

SATURDAY
Its game day! But before that, one of my fave fierce guy friends (read how you want to) is having a brunch and the mimosas are flowing. If you remember, Bro drove the car to the other side of east madagascar (affectionately known as 'the country'). I have NO way of getting there. I text my sadness and we plan on getting together after the game. After that, Kitty, fam and I start to get ready for the game. I'm crunk cause i'm wearing a long sleeve black tee with my fave jeans, patent leather mary jane flats and a green scarf in my hair. my spring jacket is the prettiest shade of peach so i feel school spirited without compromising style. i mean, a hanes tee shirt is only so fly (sarcasm). i cop these gangsta mirror aviators from a vendor and i'm done!

we're about to walk in when they tell us that students need to go to a gate opposite of where we are... *eye roll* fine. it just so happens that as we're walking, i see my fave professor!!! OMG!!! I start screeeeeeeeeeeeaming cause I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE her!!!!! hugs and kisses and pictures and talking about campaigning and on and on... then I realize kitty is standing there and we have to get going!! the best seats (by the band) will be taken by the time I finish chatting it up! we go, I use mini me's ID and its all good.

We find some good seats close to the section the band is sitting in. Then I see the cheerleaders and go down to get pics of MM. Snap, snap. and I come back to my seat. The crowd goes, "ooooh! someone fell!" Kitty says, "i think SK3 fell" and my heart drops.

"no, that wasn't.... where is she?"

I see the coach and asst, and captains surrounding someone on the ground and I'm looking for my big head sister and her barbie weave... I don't see her! "Ok, where is she? Lord, please don't let that be her!" Kitty says, "Stace, whoever she is isn't getting up and I don't see Steph" I run back down the stands and look. Its my little sister. I toss my camera and shades into someone's hands and hop the bar. I'm kneeling by my crying sister who is complaining about her neck and I ask, "what happened?" the coach says, "she was in a stunt and she fell. she landed on her neck and shoulder"

OMG, please no! I'm shaking and asking MM if she can move anything but the paramedics are strapping her neck and body to a board. she's taken off the field before the pregame show even begins.


we're at the actual ambulance now when Bro joins us on the verge of tears. he wants to know what happened and who her base was; who dropped his baby sister. i know from phone calls every week that her base was the mediocre group.

MM doesn't want to go to the hospital but her neck and back are hurting and we want her to get an x-ray. They take her and she needs a CT scan as well. As you can imagine, the ER on homecoming weekend was NOT the place to be. hella drunks. people all in the hallway on the verge of alc. poisoning.

it takes FOR.EV.ER.

We spent the whole day there.

She has a neck sprain and gets prescribed some rx strength ibuprofen.

The only games we watched was what was on TV.

PWI schools at that.

*face*

Now of course, the game is over so EVERYBODY is on the road. traffic is a BITCH cause like I mentioned earlier, Kitty lives walking distance to campus.

*face*

I was tired from being at the ER all day. I call people to find out what's going on and whatnot, people are paying upwards of $75 to get into the club. yeah no. any other weekend that place is $free.99 so you know I wasn't trying to see that.

I kinda wish I did. It would've been better than what I did...

NOTHING.

Saturday night, I did nothing. Wait, I'm lying.











I ate. I wrapped my hair. I went to bed. 1037pm.

SUNDAY
We go to the vendors and I cop some BOMB obama shirts!! then it's time for church, I go and come back, pack, grab Bro from a homie and we're out.

That was my weekend.



to add insult, FAMU lost.