Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Nike loves Chicago

On August 14th thru 16th, Nike held the World Basketball Festival in my city, Chi-City. This festival wasn't on the north side; it wasn't downtown. No, this festival was held on the best side of the city...the south side, at the 63rd street beach.
Of course I had to throw on the #8. 
I didn't know what to expect at the festival; I just knew I had to go. I checked out the Tournament of Champions, watching some of the best in the Chi play against some of the best in NYC. I saw hella Chi-town basketball legends. Current NBA players, retired NBA players, and plenty of movers and shakers of the city.

But the highlight for me was the exhibit that gave a history of Nike basketball shoes. From the very first pair of basketball shoes made by Nike, to Forces, to Flights, To Jordans, to Lebrons, to Kevin Durant's...I wish I would have taken pictures of everything. What was so dope about the exhibit was how it was customized for Chicago. When I saw pics of two parks I've frequented as a kid and adult, I couldn't help but to smile.

Seeing these pics took me back to when I first started playing basketball. I didn't even have proper basketball attire, but I was in the alleys on the milk crate trying to establish my game; pretending to be Scottie Pippen in a game we made up called "The Passing Game." When we got older and were able to ride to the parks, we'd go to Avalon, Cole or Tuley Park; wherever we could find a pick-up game. Then, as an adult, I was at Cole, and then 63rd & Hayes when I moved to the South Shore area. Some people got their suntans at the beach. I got mine on the basketball court.

I truly do love this game of basketball. I'm sitting here typing right now with my left forearm on fire after it caught a serious elbow this morning. I don't know. Maybe it's not meant for me to wear heels until I'm 75 like my grandmother. But I do know I can't let this game go. Whether I'm playing or watching...it's in my soul. And it's nothing I can and will do to stop it.


K to the...

Monday, August 18, 2014

The more things change...


Usually when on Instagram, I scroll by the posts with words because a lot of it is common sense being posted for likes. But one day, a fellow WY Dolphin by the name of Jarquetta posted the pic above and it really hit me. Because I was torn, at the time, as a result of jumping back in a situation with someone I had no business dealing with again. But I did.

Because we're 10 years older.

Because there was an apology.

Because I saw changes.

So after a couple months of courting, I gave in. The wall that was up finally came down and I was happy.

Then...I wasn't happy. I was mentally drained. Things really didn't change. I asked what was going on. I was told it was nothing...but my gut said otherwise.

And then I came across the pic above.

After a lot of thinking and crying, I decided I had to let that situation go. And regardless of how much others liked him for me, or the fact that I'm going to be 32 with nobody with whom I could settle down...I made the right decision for me. And there isn't an ounce of hesitation in me as I type this.

I made the right decision for me.

But, there is this feeling of hurt. Because I put up a fight for us. I communicated. I was an open book. I was patient. It wasn't until after I stated that I couldn't be with him anymore that he communicated his feelings; that he answered questions that I had been asking.

Too late.

I'm not going back to that situation again.

The wall is back up.

Damn, that was quick.

K to the...



Monday, July 7, 2014

True Life: I Don't Know How To... 7+7=14

Jump double dutch.

That's right!

And every summer I am reminded of this lil known un-scientific fact about my life.

When I was younger, my nickname was Tweety. Because of the constant teasing about my big head, I was extremely self-conscious about it. Therefore, I stayed away from anything that could hit my high-yellow forehead, leave a mark, and bring more attention to it. 

Sidenote: You'd think this would have kept me from playing basketball. 

You're wrong. 

So, there was this constant fear of being hit in the face with the rope while playing, which I couldn't overcome. Even when starting off standing in the rope, I couldn't get pass "2,4,6,8..."

So, yeah. My name is K.D....and I can't jump double dutch.

I might be one of the best turners, though. And I'll kick your auss in Chinese Jumprope.

K to the...

P.S. My mom, a child of the 60s, can still jump double dutch. And my lil sis can too. -__-

P.P.S. I'd kick both their ausses in Chinese Jumprope, though.

Friday, June 6, 2014

The Godmother

Last month, my bff was home from Italy for a week for her baby shower. So I took a couple of days off and had a great staycation with the crew, the crew's babies (ovaries were like "HELLO!") and our sisters.

I also I went to Target 5 days in a row and didn't go broke.

5 days.

Won't who do it? HIM!

Prior to the baby shower, none of us knew what she was having, or the baby's name. All I knew was I was going to be Peanut's godmother. First she revealed the sex by cutting the cake. The color of the inside of the cake told us the sex.

EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

Prior to cutting the cake (I think; was such a blur) she gave a box to her sister and myself to open. We were told to open the box after she cut the cake and read the baby's name.
QUEUE THE BABY BISH TEARS!
I couldn't even read the name out loud because I was too busy crying. My g-baby and I share a middle name!!!

The baby is no longer Peanut. The baby is a girl named London Danielle...and I'm already in love with her. Not sure how I'm going to act when I see her after she is born.

My flight to Italy has been booked. Feel free to call me Vita Corleone.

K to the...

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Walls

From my g-babymama
The wall I said was up is coming down. But, I'm not going blindly into a relationship like the last time. I want us to get to know each other. Establish that friendship.

But, I feel so free, right now. Having a wall up is draining.

K to the...

Thursday, May 1, 2014

May Day!

So much has gone on in the past few weeks. Things that'll make me go "I should blog about this." But, I'm no blogger. I simply have a blog.

But I'm here. 

Unlike Spring in the Chicagoland area. 

Bazinga!

So a lil catching up is in order. Let's see...

  • I had typed this hilarious post about my actions at Posh Entertainment's St. Patrick's Day party on my phone, right? Had to get out of the Blogger app for a minute for something. Return...and the post was deleted. I might still tell the story, though. It's quite entertaining and slightly embarrassing. 
  • I gave up cursing AND all sweets for Lent. The sweets was easy. But Lent was in the beginning of budgets season. Add to that new software on which we had to train people. A curse-worthy experience...and not one curse word was dropped. Not even under my breath. Won't HE do it?!
  • There is a bird that keeps trying to make a nest on my balcony. My balcony is facing a mini-forest. Trees galore. I knock that nest down and sweep away his crap everyday after work. Wait till I put these spikes up!
  • Due to the two international trips I'm taking this year and the birth of my godchild...the stove and I have become best friends. Matter of fact, I'm waiting on my dinner to be done as I type this. I refuse to got back to 80 hours at the gig, and take away time I can spend with my grandmother. So, something had to change. And hella money is being saved.
  • Speaking of my grandmother, though I never know if I'm going to encounter a Cooperative Mei-Mei or a Mean Mei-Mei (Somewhat mentioned in my last post. It got real bad, y'all), I really do look forward to our Funday Fridays.
  • Though my mom is the youngest of 3, I am proud of how she has stepped up like she is the oldest to take care of her mom. 
  • I admitted to my bff that I am so jaded when it comes to men. Until someone comes along with their actions matching their words...it's all bull to me. I'm Sweet Brown to maugs saying ish just because it sounds good. I'll let this wall down...one day.
  • I have a thing with sunlight, as you can tell if you read my last blogpost. I moved in another apartment that isn't facing any buildings and I love it. The previous apartment was rented to be closer to someone who is now an ex. Though I've been moved on from that situation, it feels good to not be in that space anymore.
  • My queen-size memory foam bed is my bae. We've been together a few weeks now and I love him. See you later, Brandon Edward Daniels.
K to the...

Saturday, March 22, 2014

"There's nothing greater than the Sun"

There is something about waking up to the Sun peaking through my closed blinds that gives me hope in the morning. Hope that maybe the day on which I woke up will be better than the previous. Everyday this past week, I've looked forward to the Sun. Even on a cloudy day. 

With every sunrise is the beginning of a new day; a chance to start fresh. And on the day where the Sun is shining in all its glory; where I don't even have to turn the heat on in my car beause the Sun is outcheah; on a day when I feel some relief after dealing with simpletons who make me question how and why they make as much money as they do...Alzheimer's casts it's dark shadow over it. 

I'm tired.

Next week, it'll be a repeat.

I need a break.

K to the...