Monday, December 14, 2015

Hoopin Chronicles: Petty LaBelle

As the Sunday morning hoop session was winding down, I end up on a team with some young dude who isn't part of the usual Sunday morning crew. The first game, we won mainly off his 2-pointers that he was launching and another guy. Yep...he only passed to one other person on the team. Me trying to get open was basically pointless. I didn't touch the ball at all during the game.

So, the 2nd game starts. I don't even bother trying to get free; I'm just an on-court spectator. He dribbles towards me and gets trapped. There are two guys on him, and my man is on me. He makes the dumb pass and the ball is turned over. He says "You gotta keep going" or some ish. I'm like "I've been moving around all game (referring to the first one). Why don't you pass the ball? You have 4 other teammates."

Then he goes "This is why I don't play with girls." And repeated it!

Oh, nigga.


I said "I'm no girl. I'm a grown woman. Watch your mouth."

For the rest of the game, he didn't say shit else to me. He was actually passing the ball to me. I hit a two and someone yelled "That's a grown woman right there!" Every time he made a dumb mistake I would yell "Damn, I hate playing with girls."

We lost the game.

But, I won.

Petty LaBelle
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Tre'd up.

The day before my birthday, I received a call from my doctor's office with lab results. A week prior, I went in for my annual physical. I learned that I have a Vitamin D deficiency, which can be remedied by simply taking vitamins. I hate taking pills...seriously. But, it's something that has to be done. I also learned that my mom does the same, so it's hereditary. Yay, genes! 

While reading up on symptoms of Vitamin D deficiency, I began to figure out what was going on with me in the past few months. Symptoms of Vitamin D deficiency include aching joints and feeling "blue." For the past 3-4 months, this is what I had been experiencing. 

My right knee was bothering me in ways it's never bothered me before. I've been playing since I was 8, and the only knee problems I've ever had was "jumpers' knee." But, yoga wasn't helping with the aches I had in my knee. I initially thought my body was in shock after picking up this new hobby of running. So after the Hot Chocolate 5K, I went from running 3x a week to only once a week.

Also, I felt like I hadn't been myself the past few months. I initially thought I was suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder. When the sun was out, I was fine. But, it just seemed like there were more cloudy days than sunny days. It was like I was in a constant state of "blah".

When something makes me upset, I acknowledge that I'm upset, and then say to myself "OK, what are you going to do about it? Dwell on it, or change your mood?" It seemed like the pep talk wasn't working for me. Was I depressed? It's possible. But I do know ever since I've returned from vacation, my mood has gotten so much better. I started taking the Vitamin D supplement while on vacay. Monday, I came home and practiced yoga for an hour after work. I hadn't done that since July or August. And I slept peacefully, like I've always done after an evening yoga practice.

My vacation in New Orleans, along with my doctor letting me know what was going on with me was right on time. I feel like I'm getting back to myself. I really enjoyed my trip and really appreciate my peoples for hanging with me. 
The homies after dinner at Superior Seafood
Chillin' on Bourbon Street
Good times as the clock struck midnight on 12/4
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Thursday, October 22, 2015

"You Can Feel It All Over..."

Last Friday, my mom and I had the pleasure of watching Stevland Hardaway Morris aka Stevie Wonder perform the entire "Songs in the Key of Life" album, including "A Something's Extra" EP and other hits, while he was in Chicago. We jammed for nearly 3 1/2 hours.

In addition to a full band, including Nate on bass (listed in album credits), a bad ass horn section and background singers, Stevie had a full strings section from a local Chicago orchestra.



I played trumpet in high school for two years until my schedule forced me to choose between band and basketball. Needless to say, the horn section holds a special place in my heart. However, the's something about the strings that just makes a song sound so beautiful. I found myself looking forward to the next time the orchestra was accompanying Stevie's band.

I'm an all day sucker for live instrumentation, yo.

When Stevie was performing, "Ngicuela - Es Una Historia - I Am Singing", he was playing an instrument that I had NEVER seen before. Video was zoomed in on his hands so you can see him play this instrument and I immediately went "WTH is that?!" I searched online for two days trying to find out the name - harpejji. It was developed back in 2007, and Stevie was playing it like he'd been playing the instrument since his first album dropped.

Musical. Genius.

And possibly a psychic.

He told us that he wrote "Isn't She Lovely" before knowing the sex of his first child. He knew he was having a girl, and her name would be Aisha. I need him to holla at my bff and let her know if g-baby is having a little bro or sis.

Besides simply being in awe that I was watching a genius at work, other thoughts came to mind while watching him:

1. Is he visiting a doctor on a regular basis? We gotta keep him alive. He can't die.
2. He has to have, at the most, 30 locs left. He's draping, though.
3. How'd he know that girl's dress is red?*
4. *said multiple times* He is walking by himself. He can see. Playing us since 1950.**

Stevie stated the current tour was the last time he'd be performing the album live in the U.S.. I am so glad I was able to see him. Dozens and dozens of roses for a true legend...icon...genius.

K to the...

*I know someone told him
**I know he was counting steps

Friday, October 2, 2015

"Tell Diamond to get her funky ass on stage..."

This year, I popped my "strip club cherry" while I was Jacksonville, FL for America's birthday weekend. I came in with $50 in singles, and proudly left out with none of those singles.

Men, I get it.

I get it.

These women in Jacksonville were so hospitable, hugging and thanking us after they got off the stage. Seriously, I was impressed. Not only were they flexible, and smelled heavenly, but the tricks on the pole were what got me.

Yes, please...take all my singles.

All at once.

There was one who just blew my mind. Her name was Brittany (I don't know if this is the correct spelling; wasn't like there was a scrolling marquee. Or maybe it was, but I was just so amazed by what was going on...). Now, Brittany was called to the stage multiple times. When she finally got on stage and got on that pole, she worked that pole with so much attitude. Like "Let me give these people what they want so I can get back to my game of '2048' on my phone."

Now, when Brittany came on stage, I was out of singles (LOL) but my girls would pass me a few to give to the ladies since I was standing up.

At one point, Brittany gets off the pole; showing her flexibility, patting her pum pum...working for those dollars. She lays down, places both ankles behind her head, calmly folds a dollar bill length-wise and places it over her vagina opening.

"What is she about to do?"

*dollar bill floats up into the air*

"HOLY SHIT!!! That's it! We can leave!!!"

Thank you Jacksonville. Thank you Mascaras. And most importantly, thank you Brittany!

K to the...

Friday, September 18, 2015

"Keep ya heart, 3 Stacks..."

A couple of months ago, there was one guy on my radar with whom I would get in a relationship if he asked. Seriously. I asked on some "YOLO" steez if he wanted to go to Jamaica together for NYE. I really didn't want to be in Chicago for NYE. We are not going on the trip, due to circumstances that were beyond both of our control. And I'm OK with that. I do think us not going on the trip is a sign.

A sign for what?

After thinking about my last relationship, then when I re-dated someone last year after 10 years of sporadic communication, I've realized that I have to stop being so reckless with my heart. I have to get off that "Let's just do it...what do we have to lose" steez. I can't, and really don't feel like, dealing with another heartache due to some hastiness on mine and the other guy's behalf.


I know I'm not getting any younger, as I age like the finest Cabernet Sauvignon from Villa Sceriman winery (I need to figure when I'm going to drink this bottle I've been saving). But I damn sure don't have to rush into anything, or settle. I still have a few years before I give up on giving my G-babymama a G-baby of her own.

So what now? Just continuing to live, love myself, and Euro-step the bullshit thrown my way.

"Play your part, play your part."

K to the...

Friday, August 21, 2015

Yogi Chronicles: ... 8.20.15

*You're is not the 20th*

There was a 5-day period earlier this month during which I taught four classes. I was a sub for 3 of them, and 1 was taught as a part of birthday festivities. Nothing like the waves crashing against the rocks in the background being your music for class. I enjoyed teaching the classes and got some great feedback. But, what I learned in that 5-day period is though I'm guiding others through a practice, it doesn't mean that I should stop attending class for myself.

Can't stop. Won't stop. Take that. Take that.

The last two classes I taught in that 5-day class were back-to-back. I had a 15 minute break in between the classes. Also, I had to work my full-time job before heading to the studio to teach. I was t-i-red after that last class. But a good tired.

What exactly is a good tired? Like, after sex? Is that a good tired? It's been so long, I can't...

Where was I? Tired.


During my class, at the end, I guide students through Savasana, pointing out parts of the body to relax from toe to the top of the heads. As I was guiding the students in Savasana, I was actually getting relaxed myself. Maybe that's what it was...I was extra relaxed. Lord knows I wanted to come into Savasana with them, but the class isn't about me. It's about them. That's something else I'm learning as I teach more. I've become very of observant of students' as they move into different poses. So, while I'm teaching others, I'm learning, as well.


Speaking of Instagram, I have over 100 followers, yet average 12 likes per posts. And some of the likes are from folk who don't even follow my page; they search hashtags. And I'm OK with that. I can't get caught up in the likes and followers. I post because I want to share with others my knowledge, and at the same time, getting some practice on how I give instruction. And if what I posts makes one person go "Let me try that," then I've succeeded.

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Monday, August 3, 2015

#MusicMonday 7.31.15

That darn Jilly from Philly has done it again! I've stated before that Jill sings my life with her words. Last week, she released a new album entitled "Woman" and let me tell you...she has done it again. The are so many quotables on the many! But there is one particular lyric that stood out to me that is so me.

In my past I made mistakes because 
I was drunk on love
Too quick to trust 
Jumped in too easy


I let the album play all the way through with each listen, but there are some songs I will repeat before moving on to the next one:

  • Can't Wait
  • Fool's Gold
  • Cruisin
Have you heard the album? You likes?

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Friday, July 31, 2015

103 years later...

A few weeks ago, I randomly started reading books and watching movies that show the struggles of Black people in America, from the end of the Civil War up until the Civil Rights Movement. Earlier this week, I finished James Weldon Johnson's "The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man." Judging from the notes written in the book, it seems the last time I read this book was while I was in high school.

Though the book was published in 1912, it seemed like what was going on in the book is what is going on in America today. There were two quotes that stuck out to me in the book on which I wanted to write:

"I noticed that among this class of colored men the word 'nigger' was freely used in about the same sense as the word 'fellow,' and sometimes as a term of almost endearment; but I soon learned that is use was positively and absolutely prohibited to white men."

That word is still a term of endearment for those of us who still use it. The only difference, it seems, is that we say "Nigga," instead of "Nigger."

"I once heard a colored man sum it up in these words, 'It's no disgrace to be black, but it's often very inconvenient.'"

With all the injustices Blacks have been incurring recently, I feel like this quote applies today, just like it did 103 years ago when this book was published. I'm proud to be Black. But I do know that because of my complexion, I could get hurt or, worse, killed because I stood up for myself against an officer (black or white) who overstepped his or her boundary. I know that because of my complexion, I am seen as a threat more than someone who lacks melanin.


We've all heard the quote "The only thing constant is change." I think that quote could easily be changed to "The only things constant are change...and the struggles of a Black person in America."

K to the...

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Bifcake Chronicles: Yeah...right

Back in 2014, I exchanged numbers with a guy I hoop with (no-no) so we could hang out outside of the gym. He has about 8 years on me, so I figured (no-no) he'd be different than the others who have tried to holla. We went out to dinner, once. Had a good conversation and said we'd hang out again. From the beginning I told him that I wasn't lookin for a FWB*. I guess he took that as me wanting a relationship because after that, he had all the excuses in the world to not hang out; then the polar vortex wreaked havoc on the Midwest. I was comfortable sitting in the crib, cooking and watching Netflix solo dolo. Thanks, Winter.

After a while, I stopped communicating with him outside of sideline chatter in-between games at the gym. Well, during the NBA Finals, I get a text. His number was no longer in my phone, but I knew who it was from the area code. I had to remind him that he played me before. He apologizes.


So he's like he wants to hang out or what not. I'm thinking he wanted to go to a bar, eat, drink, and talk shit about the Cavs.

Nope, not his plan.

So the subject changes...start talking about yoga and then:
Feel free to go the cheap, lazy route of hanging out with someone else.

K to the...

*Friend with benefit

Monday, July 27, 2015

Now what?

I didn’t want to let the month of July go by without me updating the blog. There has been so much going on that I can blog about, but after I say to Self “I could blog about this,” something else happens that I can blog about. It's like monkey brain...but outside the brain. hahahaha

Last time I wrote, I mentioned how I got started with my certification class. I'm certified to what?

Well, because of people going on vacation and other summertime activities that occur, summer isn’t a good time to start a class. So, right now, I’m subbing when needed and posting to @AHoopinYogi.

I really like posting pics and videos, guiding others through poses. I’ve had people ask questions, and I’ve also learned about different ways to do different poses. Though I can teach others, that doesn’t mean that I stop learning, ya know?

I’m also really enjoying the now. Yes, I look forward to upcoming trips or events that are planned, but I also enjoy what goes on in the present. Mediation really helps me with that because in those 5 minutes of stillness, I’m getting rid of any mental trash that clouds my thinking.

As a gift to myself for certification, I got some new ink on my leg. My biggest tattoo…and the 3rd one from the very talented Ryan Henry at 9Mag Tattoo Studio. When I arrived at my appointment, he was like “So I heard you’re going big with this one?” He LOVES doing big tattoos, especially on fresh skin. He was able to go ham with this one…and that he did! You’d think I would have gotten a yoga-related tattoo since this was a gift to myself for finishing my certification class. Well, the lotus that I have is yoga-related…so that’s handled.

But I had to get something that said so much about me without me having to say anything. I thought a customized Chicago flag was perfect. The placement of my zodiac sign and basketball is intentional. And I love it. Totally worth the pain.

Well, I randomly decided that I want to run a 5K that my gym has every year. Not a big deal, right? Wrong! I hate running when I’m not on a basketball court. I’d rather ride a bike for a 3.1 miles than run. The name of the 5K is “Anyone Can Do A 5K”. Why not me? Training begins tomorrow (Today, as you read this). Y’all pray my strenf!

Rest well, Ellean "Elaine" Wafford-Williams and Sandra Bland.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Yogi Chronicles: The Hoopin' Yogi

“One door closes, another opens. You never know who is watching you…and seeing a skill in you that you definitely didn’t see in yourself. That’s a dope feeling.”

I posted this status on August 30th, 2014 (Facebook Timeline is good for something) after having a nice, lengthy conversation with my yoga instructor. Before she excused us from class on this day, she told the class that she would be teaching a certification class and she had flyers for those who would be interested. I go to get a flyer…just to be nosy. As I grabbed the flyer, she looked up and said, “So, you’re ready to start teaching?”

*scratches record* What?

Though I had been taking a more advanced class for about a year, in addition to her class…I didn’t feel I was “experienced” enough to guide others. But, she saw something that I didn’t see in myself. I told her I would think about it and get back to her. It took less than a week to decide to go through with it.

And I'm glad I did.

This past Saturday, I received my certificate of completion. I celebrated by taking a nap (Because...32), then popping the finest Italian bubbly with the peeps that put me on to it. I still have some ongoing training to do (subbing so I can get used to teaching), but there is a good chance I'll have my own beginners' yoga class by the end of the summer.

The class will more than likely be at the gym I go to...which I joined thanks to an ex...who is the reason I started taking yoga. Ain't life funny?

I had created an Instagram page, but I didn’t want to share the information with anyone until I was officially done. I'm not sure where I want to go with the page, but in the meantime...gon’ ‘head and follow TheHoopinYogi. :-)


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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Hey June!

Seems like I was just maxing some Beggar's Pizza while sipping the finest Cabernet Sauvignon while waiting for 2015 to arrive. Look at us now...almost halfway through the year.

I'm officially out of hibernation due to warm weather showing up in Chicago, and having only two classes left until I am certified to teach yoga.

Less than a week after I am done with my classes, I will be on the beach, working on abandoning my light-skinned sisteren and brethren for a few months. I haven't been on a vacation since Italy last September. So this trip, and suntan is long overdue.

A year ago, I was falling in love with someone. Today, I'm falling more in love with myself. Flaws and all.

And my locs are growing.
Post shampoo...pre shrinkage.

Ya bish!

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Sh*t I Didn't Miss About Social Media During Lent

Everything I that I see on Social Media now that Lent is over.  LOL

OK, let me be a little more #Pacific

  • Links to serious-but-dumb-ass GoFundMe campaigns. Nobody wants to fund your personal vacation. 
  • Facebook groups for sorors. I'm Sweet Brown to the petty auss discussions I've seen in the groups.
  • Condescending posts about single women. 
  • People trying to regulate others outrage.

Here ends my 200th blogpost. Whoo-to-the-hoo!

Happy Hump Day!

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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Basketball Chronicles: It's Like I have ESP(N)

Around this time last year, I got into a heated argument with a guy at the gym. Dude reminds me of Patty Mills who plays with the Spurs.

So that’s what I’ll be calling him throughout the post.

Patty and I were on opposing teams, and he's yapping the entire game. His team hits a “game-winner” when really, the shot only put them up by 1 point. After a lot of back-and-forth, I just take the loss and go sit down. I’m Sweet Brown to the excessive arguing.

As I’m gathering my items to go home, Patty proceeds to come to sit right by me and continues talking. He goes “These mother****ers…,” and before he could even finish his statement, I calmly go “First of all, I’m no mother***er. I am a grown woman, so you will address me as such.” He’s still talking, being loud and disrespectful…and I’m steady reiterating that he will address me as the woman that I am with some respect. I'm calm, but I'm fuming on the inside because he has came over by me with the intention of starting mess. The one? I am not.

He must have gotten the point that I was making because ever since that day, he is nice to me every time I've seen him; even when I run into him outside of the gym. I’ve seen him get into arguments with multiple people, but he has yet to try that with me again.

Usually when I get into arguments with guys, they ALWAYS try to flirt sometime later. Never. Fails. Well, Patty made a move on me while we were on the court this past Sunday. -__- Before the game begins, he tells me that he might be an asshole on the court, but he’s a sweetheart in person. I just laugh it off. Then the following happens:

Patty: So can I get those digits? Can I take you out sometime?
Me: Don’t you have a baby on the way? Which means you have a boo, right?
Patty: Well, we can go on a dinner date. Can we go on a lunch date? [Note: Our jobs aren't that far from each other. We've run into each while on lunch.]
Me: *scoffs*

As we were all gathering our items so we can leave, my phone was next to me on the bench. He picks it up and goes “I’m just going to put my number in your phone now.” He sees my phone is locked and goes “I don’t even know your passcode.”

And you won't know my number either. Beat it!

K to the...

Friday, March 27, 2015

Shit I'd Post On Social Media If It Wasn't Lent pt. trois

"Sometimes you need a 90-second dance break to Nelly's 'Na-Nana-Na'. I hit that damn Chickenhead/Monastery like it was nobody's business."

"I think the world needs a new Jazzy Phizzle Product-shizzle, My nizzle. Oh boy!"

Rocking blue at "Rock The RED" #thuglife
"Don't understand calling someone a 'ho' after you've been with them. At some point that 'ho' was your wife. At some point you were in love with that 'ho'. STHU and move on."

Happy 2nd Birthday to my babies! :-D

"'Hood Politics' is like 'Cut You Off pt. 2'"

"Why didn't anyone tell me 'The Little Rascals' is streaming on Netflix Kids?! This is such a wonderful discovery!"

"If I can prep my apt for a party full of drunken adults who spill liquor, surely I can prep my apt for a play date with a 7-month-old, a 9-month-old and two 13-month-olds.

Look at me saying "13-month-olds' instead of '1-year-olds'. #godmotherswag #LaMadrina #BawseStatus "

"As someone who has a plastic bag full of plastic bags in my crib...I must say I've noticed a change. The durability of plastic bags has decreased exponentially in the past few months. I see you, Food 4 Less. I see you."

"This week, someone's 7-month-old goddaughter started waving when you say 'hi'. See...she already got the follow-thru hand motion. 2036 WNBA Draft pick. I'm tryna told y'all!"

"I hate Dwight Howard's haircut."

"No my name ain't baby. It's Kenya. AnditaintMissJacksonifyounastycuzthatsmymomsnameandthatsgross. Kenya will do just fine. Thanks."

"I roll my eyes when the camera constantly goes to her forever-grooving-at-awards-show ass. Like, OK we get it...she is enjoying herself. But I am seriously enjoying this Taylor Swift '1989' album."

"I'll stop listening to this Kendrick one day."

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Sh*t I'd Share if It Wasn't Lent

I check out the breaking news section of Chicago Tribune's website multiple times a day. I came across this article about an HIV outbreak that is occurring in southern Indiana. A lot of focus is placed on us protecting ourselves when having sex to prevent HIV/AIDS; or practice abstinence. But the cause of this outbreak in Indiana isn't the result of people having unprotected sex. The outbreak is the result of intravenous drug use. Reading this article broke my heart.

Check it out:

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Music Monday - 3.23.15

Played this album the other day and sang my heart out to this song. If this song is an option next time I go do karaoke, I'm going off! *bodyrolls*

Happy Monday!

Friday, March 20, 2015

Sh*t I'd Post On Social Media If It Wasn't Lent pt.deux

"Pretty sure I just saw a Blues Brother on the train."

"I'm seriously not gonna be able to teach my child how to effectively tie a shoe or jump double dutch. This is when the godmother, aunt and father get their moment of glory."

"Joy is not having to wear leggings under your pants while commuting because highs are in the 50s. Won' Who do it? He."

"People who drive really small cars shouldn't pull all the way into a parking spot. I thought that space was unoccupied, you inconsiderate nimrod."

"So when someone splits their pants in a dance-off, is there a winner by default? If so, who?"
It's Super Juker...and her fellow ignant, superhero friends.

"I have three words for 'Gone Girl': CHEESE AND RICE!!!"

"I'm fawked up. Homie, you fawked up. But if God us then we gon be alright."

"Sure can't wait to take this sew-in out. *pats head*"

"'To Pimp A Butterfly.' Great day to have the gift of hearing."

"Unsolicited dick pics (UDPs) are annoying. Someone I hoop with sent me a pic, and asked if I got it; as if he was so sure that the UDP made me pat my pum pum. -__- I hope me saying 'Unfortunately' keeps him from sending me another one."

"Guess who'll be fresh as they turn 2 this week! My babies"


"Looks like the 2016 Posh Patty's Day Party will be at a different location than this year. Bye Bye Dolphin."

"Today is the first day of Spring, bizniyeees! Almost time to show off those bodies that we worked on during Winter. *kisses biceps*"

Friday, March 13, 2015

Sh*t I'd Post On Social Media If It Wasn't Lent

"So, SAE..."

"My goddaughter just started crawling and but if you stand her up and hold both hands, she walks. Well on her way to being the #1 pick in the 2036 WNBA draft"

My hair is official the longest it's been all my life.
"So we clowning at Rock The RED again this year? #squadup" *tags my gangsta boos*

"D. Rose needs to do yoga."

"If we can just get Karrueche, Chris Brown, Tyga, all of the Kardashians and Wiz Khalifa the fawk outta here for the rest of the year..."

"Time to go sniff my g-baby."

"Why are Lebron's shoes $200? I'm not paying $200 for no hooping shoe, dammit!"

Had to buy some basketball shoes in kids sizes because Nike doesn't wanna make my go-to shoe in my size anymore. Well, whenever I get upset, I guess can just look down at my bright auss feet and smile. 

"Last time I got down with my boo PATrick RONald for a day party, I woke up the next morning in pain from all the dancing. So, what do I do different on Saturday: No drinking or no dancing #realissue LOL"

Bring dat sexy auss here!

"Nick Gordon sounds like he's crying throughout this interview...and not one tear has fallen. Get this nigga some help!"

Monday, March 2, 2015

March Madness...or som'n

Can you believe it's already March?? I swear, 2015 just started!

Downside: I have another month and a half to pay 2014 Indiana county taxes since my employer is in IL and those taxes aren't deducted from my check. *shakes fists* How the hell am I supposed to buy that Bentley now!?

Upside: I'm officially halfway through my certification program. AAAAANNNND My bff is home for good!!! Guess whose g-baby is used to her, now?

Will I be writing Babysitting The G-Baby Chronicles?
Will I ever be able to watch TV on my couch without falling asleep?
Is Jamal Lyons on "Empire" really that girl's father?

Stay tuned for the next episode of "Bish, whet?!"

K to the...

Monday, February 23, 2015

Questions - 2.21.15

**Written on Saturday.**

This blogpost could have been written while I was on the train, heading to work. But because I'm torn between doing homework and taking a I am. I randomly decided before falling asleep on Mardi Gras night to give up all social media for Lent (along with candy). So, I use some of that idle time that was spent on social media to write in my little notepad.

Geez, what a lame.


So, in honor of Vibe magazine and indecisiveness...I present to you 20 Questions.
  1. Why can't I sleep past 9a when my alarm clock is off?
  2. Am I old?
  3. Did they ever find out who let those dogs out?
  4. Whose version of "Creepin" is better: Luther or Stevie?
  5. Is Lil Wayne ever gonna release Tha Carter V?
  6. What do my neighbors "like" me to blast more: "Songs in the Key of Life" or "Innervisions"?
  7. Why didn't Drake give us a date and time so we'd know if we'd be late? 
  8. Why aren't there are more recreational basketball leagues for women? 
  9. Who told Nike to stop selling my fave hoopin shoe in my size?
  10. Who else is ready for Winter to get the hell up outta here?
**OK, so I could only think of 10. Maybe I should take that nap.**

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Friday, January 30, 2015

Becuase it's almost February...

...and I didn't want January to go by without me posting something, I am sharing with you a cut from an album I've been playing all week. I bought the album on iTunes, but I'd love to find the vinyl for this.

Happy Friday!

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