Thursday, February 17, 2011

*insert title here*

I joined a new gym on 1/31 and was given a free body assessment yesterday.

Effed me up!!!

The only scales I really trust are the one's at my doctor's office, and digital scales. I definitely don't trust scales at the gym, and yesterday confirmed why. According to the scale yesterday, I've gained 8 lbs in the past month; even though I've been playing bball and working out way more often. This doesn't make sense to me. And we won't even talk about the measurements.

So I decided, eff the numbers! I'm just going to continue my workout routine of cardio, lifting, and basketball. I'm comfortable with my range of 135-140...but hearing 147 yesterday? Psssh! Ain't no way!

I have another assessment in 3 months. Aside from Mardi Gras, there won't be any moments where I just KNOW I'm going indulge in decadent cuisine and copious amounts of liquor! Hey, I'm just being honest! :-)

This whole getting older thing sucks, sometimes. But grandmother always say "Just keep living."

K to the...

P.S. I found out my biceps are about 10 inches. Whenever y'all wanna buy tix to the gun show *kisses biceps* let me know!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


People have been crossing the line lately when it comes to my relationship. I mean, putting their nose all up in my business when I didn't ask. And this morning, I got even more irritated.

If I'm on wikipedia reading about a celebrity and their wedding picture is showing in their biography...that doesn't mean I'm thinking about marriage.

If I'm googling Usher's tattoos, tryna get a closer look at them...that doesn't mean I'm looking at pics of my boyfriend.
**He doesn't even look like Usher. And why would I google photos of my work?**

I'm currently searching for an apt because I refuse to renew my lease in Baby Stateway Gardens...that doesn't mean that we are moving in together.

If we spend a splendiferous weekend together...that doesn't mean I'm, now, engaged. Excuse me if my great-grandmother's ring (which doesn't look sheeit like an engagement ring) fits better on my left hand's ring finger.

I don't know if he goes through this insinuating shullbit that I go through, but it seems like I do, on a weekly basis! I'm tired of it. It's like maugs are reaching!

Well, ya arms are too short to box with God...or something like that.

I'm extremely happy, and I don't feel I have to constantly tell everyone that. The ones I'm close to know how I feel about him; he knows how I feel about him. He and those people are the only ones that matter.

So, the moral of the story this blogpost?


Worry about YOUR relationships...or lack of.

Use that button at the upper right hand corner of your phone labeled "Fall Back,"* Jabroni!

K to the...

*Borrowed :-)

Monday, February 7, 2011

"You think y'all kick it...but, boy we puntin..."

What up, folk! Time for another installment of "This Time...Last Year..."

If you know me, then you know that New Orleans is like my favorite city to visit. I first experienced New Orleans during Mardi Gras in 2009. I had so much fun, it was automatic that we would be down, again, in 2010. We made plans, but those plans had fell through about two weeks before the trip.

Disappointed wasn't EVEN the word!

Exactly a year ago, today, the Saints won their first Super Bowl...and one week later was Fat Tuesday. After seeing how CRAZY it was in New Orleans the night of the championship, and after much coercion from my cousin hitting me with the "Nawlins or Bust"...we scrambled to make this trip happen.

And we did!

Six days later, at 12am on a Saturday, we hit the road in the rental which we christened "Lady Ratchett".

Fifteen hours later, including a two hour nap at a rest stop (excitement can only give you so much energy), we made it to Baton Rouge, LA. Since we decided at the last minute to go...and it was a week before Mardi Gras...we were able to get a hook-up on a room in BR. And let me tell y' matter how fast you are going, BR is ALWAYS an hour from New Orleans.

Saying "We had a blast!" is an understatement!
  • Went back to our favorite restaurant, Ralph & Kacoo's.
  • We gave ourselves a tour of the 9th Ward (which looked like a ghost town)

  • We met new friends thanks to my "Illinois" hoodie. (No, we don't know who those people are behind us)

  • We hit up the Zulu Parade

  • Maxed a couple of po' boys

  • Killed a "WTF" daquiri. You might be asking, "WTH is a 'WTF'?" Well, it's thirty-two ounces of pure inebriation...THAT'S WTF it is!

  • We had one...four many Hand Grenades

However, I think the highlight of the trip was getting kicked off Bourbon Street when the clock struck midnight on Ash Wednesday...AFTER doing the cupid shuffle in the middle of Bourbon Street!

Well, it's almost that time. Fat Tuesday is in March, this year...and please believe, we down there again!

Third time's a charm, right?

K to the...