I love these girls...

freshfaced at Hampton!

rooftop in Miami!

In football game in Daytona!

Birthday in DC!

football game in Tallahassee!

off to get some class in NYC!

birthday in Brunswick!

birthday in Gainesville!

birthday in Philly!

Wedding Day in GA!

We like to party in Manhattan!

listening to a story at a crab boil (LMAO)

reception Upstate!

(SMH) even on her wedding day, no class.

A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A!

have you met our friend?

partying in southern Georgia!

birthday in NYC!

CREW LOVE

...let me count the ways

Yesterday was a BLAST! I ate good food, drank good drinks, and hung with good people!  But I won't forget to shoutout how Friday started like straight doo-doo (had a meeting with the principal at 9am, she didn't even know about it so I knew I was good.) but it ended with me feeling VICTORIOUS (which bled into Saturday)!

At 5:05 on Friday, I was out of the school doors and on my way to a co-workers house.  5 of us convinced our shuttle driver to drop us off at her door instead of taking us to the train or bus. WIN!
We went to a bodega, got some chasers for the teq, whiskey, and vodka she already had at the house and then we straight chilled. peach punch and smirnoff for me. Ordered Chinese food and simply vibed! Yo, if I had to choose between chilling at a house and going to a club, 8 out of 10 times, I'd choose a house.  We listened to music and had a good time.  Oh, her roommate is a professional make-up artist so she brings home ISH tons of samples and giveaways.  YOINK on products!

We didn't leave Maia's house till 11pm. I got home after missing both the train and bus. half an hour later knocked.out.

Enter Saturday.  I was supposed to go to zumba at 1130 but I told Abs that was too late in the day.  How? Seeing how I wake up at 6am on the weekends, by 1030, I'm sleepy again.  And because it's Saturday, I have the luxury of going back to sleep, so I did. After I ate my leftover Chinese food.

Wake up, decide I need to get my hair washed, legs waxed, and feet done. But I get a text from Lish.  We've been talking about the GM fest at Prosp Park all week and decided to troll around in case someone wanted to give away (or even scalp their free ticket.)  It happened, but the guy only had one ticket so we declined :-(  Spent most of the day walking around the ginormous park that was way too easy for me to get to! I'm disappointed in myself for not going more often!  Oh well, summer is almost here and I'm going BEAST MODE.

OH! I met the guitar player from the Roots! He was just walking down the street with his guitar on his back and I stopped him! "Captain Kirk! Can I take a picture with you?!!?" *CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSEEEE*


After Lish and I pretty much walk the perimeter of the park, we meet up with BooThang.  He's done with walking so we hop in a cab to the BurritoBar and Kitchen. It was PACKED inside and out but we were able to be seated right away.  This bangin arse steak burrito was about to be housed by yours truly.  It was almost gross how I ate the whole gigantic thing.  With a fork and knife too LMMFAO!! But can I tell you about their pomegranate marg?  Made with pomegranate juice ice cubes? It was LIKE.THAT. The other two started out with coconut and traditional margs but ended up ordering FIVE MORE of the pomegranate ones! Yeah! I knew my limits and stuck with one. LOL  Cinco de Mayo was not that far away #NeverForget.

The night is still young.  Lish texts a guy she met at my Cinco de Mayo bar crawl and he's in the city at a latin spot.  MORE MARGS ON DECK!  We hop in a cab to Manhattan then arrive at Gonzalez y Gonazlez.  I decided on a sangria this time and it was good!  We're there enjoying the music; I do a little latin two step to the live music and think, "Okay. I will never be Hispanic enough to really enjoy this place." Lish's buddy (Kristian) takes us to two other spots before we come to the conclusion "We're tired." Leaving Man at 1am after a fun-filled Saturday with my lovies, I don't even want to know what's going to happen in the DR this summer!!

Ole!!!

What do you do when someone tells you, "You don't need me, you think you're better than me."

a) blink
b) agree with them
c) disagree with them
d) all of the above

I bubbled in 'd'.  Here's the backstory.

Went to Hampton, transferred to FAM, caught the eye of a guy in COE with me.  fast forward 5-6 years later, we're chatting on the phone and it's going okay. He asks me how I feel about him and I hit him with the, "damn lil... I haven't talked to you in about 5 years..."  I don't know why he's so pressed but I eventually find out he's been checking for me since our days in College of Ed but I wasn't checking for him, "You thought you were too good for me since you came from Hampton."

Here we go again.  I thought it was just a Norfolk State thing.  Does every state school hate Hampton?

I reassured him with what my dad told me long ago, "I don't think I'm better than anyone, I just know no-one is better than me."

c) disagree with them

Anyway, in later conversations, he mentions me being engaged to a white guy. I told him that was in the past, I'm moving on from that, let's keep it moving.  Then he hits me with the "Oh, so the black man wasn't good enough to marry, you had to find you a white man."

a) blink


"Mr. Blackman, that was years ago. And since you brought it up, let me tell you about your brethren i've encountered thus far along the way..."

But here's his, "Well, I'm not all black men so don't put me in that category."
"I didn't. But your insecurities are about to get you added to the list of Failed Black Men in Stacey's Life".

Blah, blah, blah, we talk some more, something that was an inside joke became unfunny and we fell out, ONLY after he had this whole lemon squeeze about me glorifying Hampton even though I graduated from FAMU, how I need to find me another white guy cause i don't know how to talk to black men, how I need to find myself, Uncle Thomasina, how he's getting his PhD so I can finally be impressed since it's apparent just regular ass teachers are not good enough, and on and on and on.

I looked at my phone in disbelief.  Then I went in on him.

I don't even remember what I said cause it was 115am and I was just tired of him and his whining. I do remember saying, "If you think I'm better than you, it's cause I am. Is that what you wanted to hear? Do you feel better now? I hope so. Let the world know that I am better than Jonathan!" and then I told him to leave me alone cause I don't have time for bitchassness.

b) agree with them






WTF?

Joy

I'm feeling it. (this was the first day I was in Coconut Grove and stuffing my face with ceviche and seared scallops)

Insecurity

Every once in a while, a few may creep into my psyche... actually, they are signed, sealed and delivered into my head by Lyds.


*blink*


 Anyways, I'm going on a inclusive excursion to DR with my crew (Lish, Liz and Boo Thang) the day school ends and you wanna know what i've heard since we decided to go (the week before Spring Break)?

 "OMG, I'm so fat!" (Liz is a 2/4 and Lish is a 6)

"OMG, I'm so pasty!"

"OMG, I'm so...!"












 It must suck to be a WG before swimsuit season.

Cold?

Him: Being friends makes it harder to breathe, so if you're ready to fly then just forget about me, but if you're willing to try then i'm willing to leap, out of the window and fall in love at your feet. i ain't the man you want me to be, i guess that's what's been bothering me.

Me: Can you not send your emo proxy, Drake?

Him: that's Big Krit

Me: ...

DMG's Gem

Him: I don't care if you're a Knix fan, I could care less

Me: Lies.

H: It's all your fault

M: watching my show...

H: Watch your eggs freeze to, bye

M: as soon as your grammar improves we can talk. homophones steal thugness

Home for the Holidays

and by "holidays" I mean spring break. I've never wanted a spring break so badly in my life. The System is killing me softly. I don't believe in it and I can't let money dictate my happiness. I laughed one time when Jameil was telling me about a spoiled colleague who once said something like, "it's not about money, it's about your quality of life." Well, I retract that laughter from 6 years ago cause daggummit, she's right!

Speaking of quality of life, I decided to spend a few days at my favorite place in the whole wide world: The Mayfair. But on my drive *giggling* down here, some hurtful words said to me just last week crept into my psyche and a single tear rolled down my face. 30 is a few weeks away and now I'm getting scared. All that "bring it on!" talk? That was in the past. I don't know what I'd do if I had more months but damn, can I get an extension on the twenties? I guess not.

I can always say I ended them in the most fabulous city in the world... I like that spin!

I digress at the word "fabulous".

I think because of my mini heartbreak, God saw fit to get me an upgrade. Even though everything is called a suite at the Mayfair, I have a real ass suite. Like, doors to separate rooms and everything. All I need is for that second bathroom to be kitchenette and I would never leave this place. I don't know what it is about this place but I am truly madly and deeply in love with this resort. Now that I look around, there's nothing extravagant, it's just that understated Miami glamour I like. Wood. Linen. White. Glass. Green. Orange. I'm so happy to be here right now, feeling like a queen and I'll be doubly excited when Kitty comes to join me tomorrow :-)

Life's too short. Do what makes you happy. And thaaaaasssss real!

angst.

Lord knows I didn't feel this way when I was a teen. Maybe cause when I was a teen, I was treated like a child...

L Boogie

When It Hurts So Bad is playing in my head so hard right now.

Make it stop.

Thru It

That's what I'm going thru.

A teacher at my school was fired on Monday. Integrity issues.

My question remains: what kind of place do we work at where people feel the need to cheat? Data driven instruction or just data driven?

I've been called out several times for my "low data" but guess what? My class is LEARNING. These 6 & 7 year olds don't care abt Eva and her previous system; how the system looks to the public... They want to learn and I'm going to teach them.

It's re-hiring meeting time. She wants me in kindergarten but she won't give me responsibility for my own students who aren't making the grade. Yeah, for guided reading, she feels like another teacher is better suited to teach the below grade level students, the ones who are still at a kinder level...

Wait, what? I taught kinder, will teach kinder next year but can't teach the ones at a kinder level right now?

Oh, ok.

FOH.

Day Made? Check!

Your girl just got her hair done, right? Fresh mizani relaxer in this mug. Anyway, jet black hair is blowing in the wind as I'm walking from right-aid and leave it to the stoop niggas to say something.

SN: Hey Miss...

SN 2: Miss...

SN: Sweetheart...

SN 2: Sweet Miss...

SN: Chocolate...

SN 2: Sweet Chocolate...

SN: Swiss Miss

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I BUST.OUT.LAUGHING WHEN DUDE CALLED ME SWISS MISS!!!!! I had to turn around and see who deemed me Scandinavian!!! I flashed a smile and said, "Y'all just made my day!"

and then I scurried home.

I've decided to get relaxers every 4 months and keep it moving.

Miss Me

I miss teaching kindergarten at a regular school.

I miss getting relaxers.

I miss wearing open toed shoes.

I miss wearing jeans.

I miss my car.

I miss having my own place.

I miss the Mayfair Resort.

I miss the DMV.

So what am I going to do about it?

What's Good, Miss?

Spring time is here. Stoop snowbirds are returning to their perches. So you want to know what's good? Let me tell you.

1.

i hate ghetto people. the bitches on welfare with their wic checks taking forever at the grocery store but let's not forget their new and improved ugs, winter 2012 northfase, fresh mani and using their ifone 4... on speakerphone of course. yeah the face of welfare is actually white trash but damn it if the black people on public assistance aren't ostentatious as hell! you have four children before you reached 25 and ALL OF THEM ARE WEARING JORDANS; baby being pushed in a maclaren stroller... iCan't.

Speaking of ugs, what happened to just your standard sand colored classic boots? why does a winter boot have to have satin and sequins? and leave it to Starkeisha to get that pair and a matching set for her two daughters.

2.

our charter is being changed. well, just the brooklyn schools. priority in the lottery will no longer go to 'at risk' students. well damn. what's the point of opening a charter school for children who would otherwise be attending failing schools? 6 years of closing the achievement gap was good enough i guess.

3.

i have finally decided to do something the weekend before my birthday. Keep your calendars and stomachs open for Friday, May 4 thru Sunday May 6th. But don't keep it open for birthday cake, I want that on my actual birthday (make my cake, snitches!). I've already started on my beauty diet of vitamins, cocoa butter and a bottle of water a day. Bringing in 30 gorgeous!

4.

living soshul is going to be the death of me. you already know abt my 4-day mexican vacay i have to use before october but now i've been hitting up the restaurant deals as well. Those truffled fries I had last sunday????? OMG, I was in heaven. And let's not even talk about the baked potato soup amuse bouche, crabcake appetizer, or the most delish burger. then the fresh doughnuts with cinnamon sugar and whipped creme fraiche, AND the chocolate shortcake sandwiching salted caramel... (i don't like shortcake or salted caramel but everything else was so good, i just ate it. i tasted nothing but sea salt.) All for $30.

*weeps*

Soigne, I will be back.

I have a dozen oysters and a bottle of wine on tap, a 4 course prix-fixe dinner for two, and some tapas to enjoy this spring!

5.

yesterday evening, i text officer anderson cooper to ask him where a good place to enjoy the St. Pat's parade would be. he called me at 1030pm and I was knocked the fcuk out. What's really funny is how I just knew in my head, I sounded okay but he was clearly like, "Umm, I woke you up. I will call you in the morning."

Would you believe he called me on his way to the gym? I was like, "Sir! You're not doing the parade?! YOUR NAME IS PATRICK!" He laughed and said he's done it more than enough times, he's going to enjoy his day off.

I would find the one Irishman who doesn't drink more than a bud light and avoids the St. Pat's Day parade. No fun!

6.

me and the other 30 something teacher have decided to be in a heterosexual domestic relationship where each of us has a baby by a hispanic man. We asked Boo Thang and BeyAndre but they both grimaced, choked on air, and quite simply over-reacted to our proposition. Ew, it so would've been artificial insemination, duhhhh!

7.

I bought JJ some DVF. I'm so excited for her!!! and i'm even more excited to be that auntie! do country things with your momma's side of the family. when it comes to me and mini me, be prepared to get glamourous! The Glamourest!!! (shout out to trina!)

8.

counting down to Summer vacay! BRING IT! I EARNED THE HELL OUT OF IT!!

Liq'd Saturday

Like any and every other Saturday, I lie in bed for hours and around 4pm, get to getting. Yesterday started off a little differently. I didn't want to get up and go. Matter of fact, I was in such a bad mood, I wanted to stay home and feed myself papa jon's pizza. I cancelled plans to meet up with friends at 1st Saturday and chatted with my sister. we both decided we will get married under the radar. i used to wonder why people elope; make 200% sense now.

Anyway, around 6pm I knew I couldn't waste a precious saturday being pissed at family and in-laws so i text Lish to see what she's up to. she was with another teacher who just happened to text me at the same time. they asked what i wanted to do and i said, "The ideal place for me would be a lounge that happens to be a bakery and a bar. I want red velvet cake and red wine. I want dessert and drinks.

Well lo & behold, there is a place just like that. Well, minus the lounge vibe. The Chocolate Room in Park Slope Brooklyn was a bakery with wine (& one beer) pairings!! Are you freaking kidding me?! I can really get cake and wine only? And the cafe setting is perfect for you and a date or your girlfriends?!

I got the flourless chocolate cake with a Spanish port.

Fraser and Niles would be so proud!

The Weekender

my phone was tripping for most of the day. since it was saturday, i didn't really care. Around 10am when it went on the fritz, i said, "Okay, i'll go to ATT when i get up." Yeah, i never got up. I actually went back to sleep and didn't get up till 2 something. Phone was still frozen. Made the biggest and most delicious bowl of cereal (just corn flakes) and got an email my fave colleague (alisha) about a wing fest in brooklyn and hot chocolate fest in man. I SOOOOOO needed to be there! But that would mean getting up and getting dressed...

around 430pm, my a-hole phone was now dead. it committed suicide trying to unfreeze itself. i gchatted with alisha and we decided we're going into the city daggumit! i put on a see-thru shirt with sequined shoulders and made my way calle ocho in the upper west side for sangria and a shared plate of paella that had EVERYTHING in it... the best paella EVAAAAAAR!!! The portion was so huge we couldn't finish it but can i talk about the pulpo appetizer? the best grilled octopus i've ever had. i didn't even know octopus had fatty tissue but it was there and it was awesome; on top of a chickpea puree and a bed of diced smoked chorizo; get in my belly.

before that latin food made sweet, sensual love to my appetite, I was really thinking, "How crazy would i look with a bubble coat over a see-thru shirt? do those things go? isn't that like a coat with matching sandals?" Then I thought to wear the uniglo tank top underneath for an extra layer between me and the elements... didn't look right. Bump it, Hov said "en vogue with your skin out". Now was the time to try out my new NorthFase.

If you think I fell in love with my food, i am ENAMORED with my Upper West Side 700 Face!! YOOOOOOOOO, that is the most amazing piece of clothing I own!!!!! I love it more than my Jordans!!!!!! It was 37 degrees, drizzling snow and BLUSTERY AF when I left at 6pm. Ask me if I was cold...

Not a lick. The only part of me that was cold was the space between my boots and the bottom of my coat. So my knees were cold. Here is this Florida girl wearing a bra and a mesh top and a coat that by the way packs to less than 50% of its size. I don't know what space age technology they use but that coat is balloon light and does the damn thing! I am sooooo the biggest fan of NF!!!

I BELIEVE THE HYPE!!!

you know what hype i don't believe? the uniqlo heat tech. i had on the tights. might as well have left them off.

So after we eat and drink, we make our way to the east side. Park Ave to be exact. The Gansevoort. Rooftop is stuffy and boring, 35+ somethings. I see the Dunk Contest is on and that's the most amazing thing up there . Back down, Alisha's BF is off of work and he escorts us to the Champagne Bar.

I don't know where this has been my whole life but a bar that serves champagne is pure genius!!!! There were $6000 bottles of Cristal in my line of sight. I overheard the manager talking about this is a good time for rose champagne, etc and then he brought over a glass for me and Lish.

Cheers to the MF'in weekend.

Crash

Emo Stace esta aqui

So with every 28 days comes the emotional fallout. I was on a high the past few days; buying a new book, a NorthFace, summery SteveMads, Hunter rainboots, a 4 night vacay in Mexico, a glider & ottoman for my niece's nursery, a lobster roll, two camisoles and two tanks, lots of stuff from ON/Gap, EIGHT cans of tuna, FOUR bottles of kiwi strawberry snapple... the only thing I didn't buy was a new pashmina and that's cause I didn't see one I wanted.

I only shop like that when something is unconsciously wrong. It would be impossible for me to shop so recklessly unless I was trying to mask what's really wrong with material things.

And of course, why wouldn't I be in my feelings during this time of the month?

I just wonder if he knows his contribution to our fall out. I sometimes want to e-mail him and ask "What were you thinking the last year? Did you not hear my cries? What would it have taken for anything to happen? And how do you buy a house without telling me??!!?!?"

Or does he sit there and think I'm this cold hearted bitch who could've given two fux about him and his cats?

I remember the day of our engagement, we were talking about apartments. He had me calling places and if I remember correctly, we were going to look at a loft that day. Midtown Miami was going to be the setting for our new chapter. All the while he was sitting on the American Dream...

It's easy to remember the good times and want that person back. But whatever broke you up in the first place happened for a reason. I just have to remember that.

anyway, I'm going to continue to listen to Cake. Goodnight.

28 Days

it's worse than the movie.

So i'm in Barnes and Noble looking at the bargain priced books and rueing the day I didn't buy all the $5 hardcover classics before the New Year when I get that dreadful but familiar twitch in my ute. I think to myself, "kinda early, must be brought on by stress or exhaustion..." *eyeroll + sigh*

"can I please use your restroom?"

Because I know my bad ass ute, I am ALWAYS well prepared for this. I have an arsenal of weapons in EVERY bag, in EVERY suitcase, in EVERY car seat pocket, trunk, console, and glove compartment. If there's a zipper, there's a weapon. I'm sure Drew is still finding weapons in his car...

So I handle my lady business, buy my book and keep it moving. Maybe I'll go up to 116th and buy some red velvet cake then see what my Haarlemites are up to. If only I could shake this cold. Speaking of cold, my brother told me to take zyrtec for all the sniffling and sneezing. I told him it's a cold and not allergies but he swears by it cause it's an anti-histamine. I figure I'll start tomorrow cause i'm slightly buzzed off of mucinex AND advil cold and sinus *lightbulb* (THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE THIS BAD! THE ADVIL HAD ME FOOLED!)

I sneeze.

That sneeze is accompanied by what I imagine your water breaking feels like. No not like you tinkled a little but actual water BREAKING, a water balloon exploding between your thighs.

I wail, "OH MY GOD!" in the middle of Union Square then cover my mouth with both hands. I squat thinking that might help something, I start to think, "thiscan'tbehappeningthiscan'tbehappeningthiscan'tbehappening.ijustleftthefuthermuckingbathroom!!!" I feel like i'm in a movie scene where the protagonist sees everything is spinning around her. "OMFG I HAVE TO GO HOME!" All of a sudden, the world music playing on my ipod is annoying every last fibre in me and so i snatch out my earbuds, run down the stairs and try to hop on the next train without realizing I need to go the downtown and brooklyn side of the platform. Back up the stairs and down the stairs across the way. I find the nearest pillar and plaster my backside against it. Now I feel like everybody knows what has happened to me. But this being NY, I bet no-one was even paying attention to me. I wish I wore something, anything that goes past my waist. I wish I wore darker jeans, I wish I wore black sweatpants, I wish the train would hurry and get me back to Brooklyn!

I stand the whole way, transfer and stand the whole of that way. Then it hits me that on the weekend, the J doesn't stop at my stop but THREE stops past it. "This can't be life. I just want to go home and hop in the shower." I debate going the three stops past it and taking a Manhattan bound train back or just taking the bus from the stop before the skips... I just want to get off the train and I do. "The bus is taking too long!" Now i'm walking with my my bag behind me, trying to cover up any indication of my uterus' maniacal game. I must've looked utterly ridiculous as I walked home more blocks than I remember this route being... I was never going to get home and everyone on the street was going to see what a mess I made of myself. Maybe I look like a middle schooler and they'll have pity on me! I'd like to say that was the last time something like this has happened but haHA! You must be crazy if you think 28 days go by without any foolishness. Remember last month in Long Island with my 3 boy cousins??

I've talked to my doctor and she has one prescription for insane uteruses: pregnancy.

At this rate, I would trade 9 months & 18+ years for being a prisoner or a mental patient or a feverish mess every 28 days for the past 16 years and however many more to come.

Who got me?

Buenos Dias

It's 221 in the morning. Do you know where your Adei is?

1. Whitney died today. Such a shock! Everyone who was born in the early 80s loved them some Whitney. EVERYONE. Men and women. Her national anthem rivals that of marvin gaye's (I think hers is better, less "remixed") and of course she was the talent show go-to for YEARS. (Sexual Chocolate anyone?) But of course, the thing with social networks is you get some people who have to let people know they won't join the bandwagon of whatever the public sentiment is. Valentine's Day, Father's Day, 9/11; isht, even B.I.C.'s pics yesterday, there's always that one (or four).

2. Boo Thang told me he went to meet someone he met online and they went out for drinks in the upper west side. He seriously thinks dude put something in his drink cause he's never had margaritas that "strong" before. Because he was feeling weird, he didn't think he'd make it home (BK) on the train so they went to dude's house. Dude asked if he could ____ and BT said ok. When he woke up this morning, dude was trying to ____ some more and this time BT said no and left. I hate that these things happen and i've been lucky to not have any friends get drugged. I'm so upset for Boo Thang. I told him he needs to go to the police but he's trying to brush it off saying he ok'd it. "No! You were clearly under the influence..." but he's not tryna hear me. Probably cause even though he's gay, he's still a man and you don't know? men don't get raped! *sarcasm*

3. my saturdays have been AWESOME! Last week had two glasses of cab while at the BK museum and because Don Corn. died, it was an old school set the whole night. You'd've thought I never heard the Jackson 5 before! IDK, there's something about hearing your faves on loud speakers that make the songs THAT much better! even songs you don't like hit in the clubs (this timbaland, timberlake, hilson song sticks out right now...). After that, speech pathologist and another 1st grader teacher and I hit up Manhattan. I got a peach cosmo at some cool lounge near Times Square and then we went to a club. A bit housey for my taste but we had VIP/bottle service so I wasn't complaining. We know how that night ended. phone left in the cab,

4. speaking of phone, i haven't been too pressed to get a new one. although there are times when I NEED to talk to people, I can still communicate and that's all that matters. No phone makes me more accountable for where I'm going to be at what time. I have to order my steps b/c if I don't, I'm late to work or lost with no-one to call. yeah, that happened on Thursday. (It had to be thursday, didn't it?) I took my assistant out to dinner for all the hard work she does in the classroom and when it was time to go, I had no idea where I was and where I should go. I walked forever. In that part of Brooklyn, there are nothing but yellow cabs. (close to Man). I HATE yellow cabs. They know nothing about the other boroughs. I climb into one and tell him my cross streets. Nothing. I finally tell him I live in Bed-Stuy (most yellow cabs don't go there) and still nothing (I think he was faking.) He asked if I needed to go to Queens so then i ask, "Do you have GPS???" He says no. I get out and slam the door.

OH THIS IS WHY I LOST MY PHONE IN A CAB LAST WEEKEND!!! I TOOK IT OUT TO GET DIRECTIONS TO MY HOUSE FROM FUCKING MANHATTAN!!!!! BUT DRUNKY ME FORGOT TO PUT IT BACK IN MY PURSE!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! I HATE YELLOW CABS!

So I'm walking what seems like forever in luckily, the nice part of BK. But it's cold, late and a school night. I don't know how many blocks I walk, I finally see a livery cab. I tell him my cross streets, he tells me his price, i talk him down $2 and it's all good in the neighborhood.

5. I can't wait to go home and get my car. It has been consuming my mind since Christmas break.

6. I found a salon that does relaxers for $45 ($35 on Mon-Wed!) and she's a block away from my place. Yeah, basically the opposite direction as my Domi salon. She uses Mizani... what's a girl to do??????????????????? I really don't need to relax so why should I? cause it's there! and my hair is shinier with a relaxer! and I can do roller wraps with relaxers! and my edges won't look like Baa Baa Black Sheep!!!
Y'all know I'ma go back and forth with this. It's my hair, what else am I going to talk about??

7. My principal wants me to teach kindergarten next year... IDK how I feel about that. After having a taste of 1st grade, will I be able to go back to Where the Wild Things Are???? And in NY, you can be 4 y.o. in kinder. #HolUp

8. I don't know what has taken me so long but I am soooooo ordering Ugly Betty s3 and s4 from amazon! I watched a totally random episode and it brought me sooooo much joy! Thank you B. Suarez for adding to my love of Saturday!

9. Tomorrow is brunch day. I think I will have a brunch of baked goods. There's a pie place in Park Slope (BK), my patisserie in SoHo, cookies in Midtown and Oprah's cake place in Harlem. Wait, seeing how the high will only reach 32 degrees, I need some 'strategery' on how to make all that happen...

10. I cooked last week. Ribs, baked beans, corn, cornbread. I don't think I cooked the ribs long enough (too hungry) and they make me sick. Maybe my body isn't used to pork anymore. Oysters and sushi it is.

Alright good people, this was your weekly update! XOXO :-)

lush

i'm still drunk. luckily, no hangover. unlucily, i think i left my phone in the cab. a yellow cab at that :-(