C.R.E.A.M. get the money

Late in December 2012, I came across this challenge while cruising the Tumblr streets:

I saw the end result and knew I had to do it. My best friend's husband is stationed in Italy for three years. I told her I'd give her a year to get settled before I came to visit. You see that total after week 52?

Airfare, baby!

As of the start of next week, I'll be up to $1,128. I think when 2014 arrives, I'll continue to put money back; but I'll start with $52 and work my way down until we leave in September 2014. This could be my spending money. Whoop!

Ciao!

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#31WriteNow Day 31 - Fantastically and Randomly KD

Thanks for hanging with me with this challenge, y'all. I hope you enjoyed what you read.  I also hope you don't expect to see a post everyday after today.* My next post could be next week...or two months from now.

I know...random.  But, you see the name of my blog.  What did you expect? ;-)

Shoutout to Luvvie for coming up with this challenge. Coming up with posts for 31 days in a row isn't easy.  Neither is pimpin, but it has to be done.

"Green for the money, gold for the honey!"

Till the next post.

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*Don't want to get any of my 6 readers' hopes up.  I care.

#31WriteNow Day 30 - Another #Realissue

I was jamming, per usual, during my commute today and came across "Arab Money" on the iPizznayee.



What. The Hell. Was. Ron Browz. Saying?

Here's my interpretation:


Click "megaphone" for sound if red "x" is showing

Happy Friday!

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#31WriteNow Day 29 - #Realissue Thursday

I asked my peeps for topics to write about as the challenge comes to a close.  My girl, DJ T-Race, posed the following question which made me cackle:

"Why is it that we never see baby pigeons?"

After I cackled, I said "Self?"  Self said "Girl, that's a deep question!" So I was thinking.

You know, with my brain.

Do pigeons come out mother pigeon's vagina as a full-size pigeon? Do they age faster than dogs?  Like, is a pigeon at 2 months the equivalent of a 5-year-old pigeon?

All this talk about Destiny Hope Cyrus and her flat ass "twerking"...let's talk about the real issues, people!

Do baby pigeons exist?  

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#31WriteNow Day 28 - Unpopular Opinion pt. deux

Title is self-explanatory.  Let's get it!

Milk

I love drinking milk! I haven't been cursed with lactose intoleration in this dancerie...yet. I'll, gladly, accept a glass of 2% milk. Add some Strawberry Nesquik to the glass?  Deliciousness! Chocolate milk post-workout? Awesomeness!

Chicken

Tasty? Yes!  Nutritious? Depending on how it's made, yes!  Is my life out of whack when my "chicken levels are low"? No. 

Bacon

Keep your bacon-scented, bacon-flavored, bacon-wrapped, bacon-soaked, bacon-slapped items away from me! Though I don't eat bacon often, I do love it.  But I don't need my dessert to have bacon pieces in it. Nope.

Yogurt

Greek, American, French, Indonesian, Sri Lankan...get that away from me! Yogurt tastes like bad decisions. No thanks!

Grits

Gross!

Jhene Aiko

My opinion hasn't changed.

Feel free to share your unpopular opinions.

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#31WriteNow Day 27 - So Much Drama in the LBC...

On November 23, 1993, the world was introduced to Snoop Doggy Dogg's "Doggystyle".  That album is, indubitably, the most ignant album I own...with the most ignant album artwork with the comic strip.  I have hella songs on my hard drive that are just as ignant. Waxamillion's "No Panties On" is one of them.

Yes, from BET's Un-Cut.

Judge not!

I am not ashamed of my love for Snoop's debut album. Rapping the lyrics to "Gin & Juice" in front of my mom and grandmother, then blasting it on a beautiful Sunday afternoon (o_O) is proof of my lack of shame.

Anyone have any albums in their collection that you should probably be ashamed of loving...but you're not?

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#31WriteNow Day 26

In honor of today's date, I want to share with you some my favorite jams from the group, Day 26.

Music Monday.

Enjoy!

#31WriteNow Day 25 - 1 Space, 2 Space, Red Space, Blue Space

My sister from another mister, T-race, posted a status on Facebook a couple of months ago that blew my mind.  She had learned that hitting the space bar twice after a period is for typing on a typewriter.

WHAT?!?!?

So, I've been trying to break this double-space-after-period habit, outside of work emails, and I've been struggling.  During this blog challenge, sometimes I single-space after a period; sometimes I double-space.  And I don't have the time (read: I don't really feel like) going back to check spacing at the end of all of my sentences. Even in this paragraph, you can see the struggle.

One day, I'll get it together.

Happy Sunday

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#31WriteNow Day 24 - "Bifcake" Chronicles: I Don't Think So!

I am very honest when it comes to dealing with guys I'm dating, or in relationships with. This can be blamed on my first love. You know how Quincy and Monica met in “Love & Basketball”?  That was us, back in ’91 or ’92. There wasn’t a basketball rim in someone’s backyard, though. There was a milk crate on the light pole in an alley in Chatham-Avalon.  As we went from friends to being a couple about 10 years after we met, there was always great communication between us.  If a question was asked, an honest answer was given. These weren't insecure, jealous questions; just random questions to spark conversation.

I haven’t been with him since 2002. However, I've gone into relationships with the expectation of my partner being open and honest with me as I am with him. It seems to be a "curse"...a "curse" that has been a factor in why the 4 relationships I’ve been in since 2003 have failed.

This week, I got a friend request on Facebook from an ex. I ignored the request and I sent a message asking what he wanted.  He responded, stating he wanted to say hello and was confused as to why I asked the question.  I proceeded to remind him of the last time there was any correspondence between us.  It was in 2010, via a text message he sent to his sister, in which he said:

“Tell Kenya I said ‘F*** her!’”

Oh, I aired that nigga OUT on Facebook and Twitter. First, middle AND last name. Thank God for growth, though.  I had forgiven him way before this apology I received during the exchange this week.

After, politely*, reading him, he states:

“One thing I’ve always loved about you is you always tell the truth.”

Hmm.  I couldn't tell when we were together.  And I couldn't tell when we attempted to be friends in the years since we were together.  Now he wants my number so we can talk.

This "rekindle friendship->act like an ass->disappear->repeat" cycle.

Miss me with that.

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*I say “politely” because I didn’t curse him out.  I’m classy.

#31WriteNow Day 23 - Friday Jammin

Happy Friday peeps!  On today, I shall share my favorite Friday jam.

It's Friday, Bizzniyeeees!

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#31WriteNow Day 22 - Throwback Thursday

*Facebook Note from September 25, 2008.  Enjoy.*

A Bird in the...Office, Beats Two in the Bush

Greetings and salutations everyones and everyones. It has been a while since I blessed the fb world with my ignance via notes. But today, I just HAD to write about what I experienced at approximately 8:35a this morning

First of all, today started off pretty good. I was up earlier than usual so I could go take my mom her b-day gift before heading to work. I scooped up The Diva to take her to work...save her some f...oh wait, she's a senior citizen. They ride for free. D'oh! Anywho, she said I was going to have her at work too early, so I dropped her off at Carsons. Sounds like another excuse to shop.

So I get to work, get my breakfast out the cafeteria and head on upstairs to my office. I share my office with another accountant, and usually she beats me here, but not today. So, I proceed to unlock the door with breakfast, RedEye and Solange's CD (It's hot!) in my hand. I open the door and I see an unusually large, dark colored object flying across the room and lands on the shelf above of my desk. What is this object? A d@mn bird.

Kid you not.

So I'm like "What the?" Nobody else is in their office, so I'm just standing there...in awe, with all this ish in my hand. I go to find someone to share this discovery with, and my officemate walks up. I'm like "Yo, it's a bird in our office." She's in disbelief too.

So another co-worker comes out and overhears us chatting and somehow directs the bird to a window in the hallway. This brave, male coworker of mine actually GRABS the bird, holds it till we get the screen open and let the bird loose. End of the story? Negative!

So I finally walk in my office and sit down...literally LMAO at what I just witnessed. I send a big dumbauss mass text message to people cuz I'm still in awe. So we're looking around, and I notice there is bird poop up by my officemate's printer. It's just a little, but Tweety bird's dark-feathered cousin (We'll call him Sweety) pooped on a spot that isn't easily cleaned.

So, how did Sweety get in the office? Well, the window in my office can't be opened, so I figured when the clean-up crew came through last night to clean the offices, Sweety came through an open window in the hallway, flew in here and called NR7-141 his home for the night. End of story? Negative squared!

Let's fast forward to approximately 11:30a. I proceed to grab some papers on my desk. The papers I needed were under the RedEye I had with me this morning. I lift up the RedEye and what do I see...bird poop on this check request that had all the required signatures on it. Laughter resumes again. So imagine reading a post-it from an accountant starting with "Due to a bird...yes a bird flying in my office last night..." Yess, I did write this on the Post-It.

I swear nothing can mess up this day. I mean really...absolutely...NOTHING!

Moral of the story:
Don't let bird poop make your day a sh*##y day! lol Happy Thursday!

#31WriteNow Day 21 - 5 Months and Growing

Happy 5 Months to my babies!

3.21.13...the day it began.

4.24.13

5.22.13

7.1.13

8.13.13

#31WriteNow Day 20 - 13 years...

Thirteen years ago, I was getting ready for life as an undergraduate student. I was leaving my mom, grandmother and little sister behind.

Thirteen years later, my little sister is getting ready for life as an undergraduate student. She is leaving my mom, grandmother and big sister (ME!) behind.

We leave tomorrow.

Craziness.

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#31WriteNow Day 19 - Eh...

During the interview for my current place of employment, I asked about the hierarchy within the finance department. I accepted the offer with intentions of, one day, being able to get this manager position that was mentioned during my interview.  On the first day of work, I learned that position doesn't even exist.

I could have stayed my ass at my previous place of employment.

Needless to say, I'm not happy. I addressed this during my 6-month-that-was-done-10-months-after-my-start-date employee review. Favoritism shown, low employee morale, Bitter Betty, being told I don't have enough work because I get my work done in a timely manner...bullshit.

I feel stuck. The job search hasn't been going well.  I refuse to accept another job just to get away.  That's how I ended up in this current situation.

After randomly taking a day off last week, I can't shake this idea of decreasing my hours at work. If I can get a day off every other week just to have a break from hell, then I will take it.

My last job turned me into someone that I really didn't like the last two years I was there. I refuse to let this job turn me back into that person.

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Update: My buddy in payroll said working a half day every Friday might be accepted more than having a day off every other week.  I'll take it.

#31WriteNow Day 18 - It's the little things

*I couldn’t help it.  I had to write about this*

I talk to my grandmother, almost every day.  Most of the time, we talk in the a.m., which leads me to question her about breakfast.  If she hasn’t eaten anything, I’d politely ask her to, while explaining it’s the most important meal of the day.

Like clockwork.

Though there are hella struggles, there are still plenty of good moments when dealing with someone with Alzheimer’s.  Sometimes, when I call her, she says “I ate my breakfast today,” as soon as she picks up the phone.  She remembers that I’m that person who always asks her about breakfast.  And you can hear how proud she is when she tells me she ate.

Like a little kid.

And it makes me smile every time.

Love.

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#31WriteNow Day 17 - Naw, son!

Growing up, I had the smallest bedroom in the house.  It didn’t take much for it to look messy, so I always kept it in order.  As an adult, with a larger space, I still keep my place in order...especially the kitchen!  But, order doesn’t mean a thing when living in an apartment building because you may encounter some unwanted guests.

I’ve noticed a pattern with my current abode.  Once a year, 2-3 roaches show up in my apartment and I freak out.  It seems to happen when a nastass moves out or a nastass moves in.  The first time I saw roaches in my current abode, I called maintenance.  They came in and laid a glue trap under the sink…for a mouse.

A mouse. -__-

So I took matters in my own hands.  I bought some Raid and got to spraying.

I’ve seen two roaches this past week.  It’s time for the re-up.

I don’t play.

Odd Future Roach Gang KILL THEM ALL!

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#31WriteNow Day 16 - Halfway

I'm surprised I've made it this far with the challenge.  I actually hate writing.  My degrees are in Accounting.

Those last two statements are related.

I hope I haven't been too boring.  Maybe you learned something new about me.  Maybe you were reminded of some things about me.  Either way, I hope you've enjoyed what you've read.

Thanks for reading.

Feel free to subscribe.

Let's keep it going.

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#31WriteNow Day 15 - Thirsty Thursdays

Undergrad...no classes on Fridays?

Sheeeiiiiiiid...you know what we were on!!!

$1 shots at the club, sharing a $7 bottle of something or Hpnotiq* when we were feeling fancy.

Adulthood...gotta go to work on Friday?

Sheeeiiiiiiid...you know what I'm on.

Making sure I drink 64oz of water to reach my daily quota and that my bills are paid, because it's pay day.

Ha!

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*Hpnotiq.  Don't think you can pay me to drink that ish today. 

#31WriteNow Day 14 - My favorite Leo

Today, 18 years ago, at 4:32pm...a baby girl was born.

My baby sister.

Innocence in '95

My road dawg.

Thuggin' in '01

My heart.

Love in '12

Kiara Imani.

Beautilful for prom in '13

Where has the time gone?

JESUS TAKE THE CALENDAR!!!

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#31WriteNow Day 13 - Loc-a Flocka Flame

• As my hair gets longer, it's becoming more manageable for me. I don't have a countdown til my next appointment, anymore.
• Last time I got my hair done, my loctician said most of my hair is loc'ed. Maybe all of it is loc'ed, now.
• Organic lemon juice really does help to loc hair, but my scalp hated it.
• I love how untamed my hair can be, at times, and I still look cute.
• Well, I look cute to me...THAT'S what matters
• I've had a few folk ask how long will I have locs.  I don't know.  Too early in the game to think about long-term.  
• And of course...ya bish! ;-)

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