Yes, I am talking about se.x

A couple of weeks ago, 1969 and her office posse of Brown people (four of us) went out for drinks afterwork. Three women in their 30′s and our young buck little brother who is a whopping 23 and thinks he knows everything.

So we start enjoying some beverages and he tells us about this new chick he is phone macking from How.ard. So we ask him how far he has gotten with the young lady.

He tells us that he has been talking to her on the phone but he was slated to visit her over Memorial Day weekend and he was pretty sure “the deed” would be going down.
So we asked him what tricks he was going to pull out of his arsenal. That boy said …”I don’t need any tricks. I am me.” After a full three seconds of dead quiet…**crickets chirping**….all three of us burst out laughing.

He proceeded to tell us that he would not perform any oral activities the first time out and that he doesn’t need to.

Now you know, three grown azz women had to get all in his business (but we are all cool like that so it’s okay). He claimed that it’s against his beliefs. WHAT?

So my question is….your beliefs allow you to stick other parts in but you cant do oral?

So after we challenged his beliefs, we had to ask if it was okay for her to do it to him? Of course, it was……

Now I am gonna assume it was because he is a young buck but dayum. What’s up with that? Now I remember back in the day when brothers would swear to Big Baby Jebus that they didn’t do “IT” but would get behind closed doors and …..LOL

Are these stigma’s still out there? I know I am asking the right people….cause ya’ll are all nasty. Seriously, as wild as these kids are, we were shocked that he had this puritent kind of mentality. I am all for making sure the individual is legit before engaging in safe activities but he really was like “I just won’t do that PERIOD.”

I will say that the three of us advised him that if he was a true mack….he would go up there, just give her the oral of her life and then break out. LOL (Mr. 1969 agreed.)

I’ll leave this one open to the forum….what things won’t you do? Do Rules Exist for you when dating or is it all fair game?

To Do List

“The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have.”

Today is one of those days I dreaded getting up. I have several really important meetings and i feel like I am drowning in projects and falling behind. I may have to pull a few late nights this week to keep my head above water. Thank God for Mr. 1969 and his support. He will hold the fort down at home so I can catch up to my responsibilities.

Every now and then, I have to think about re-organizing my priorities to make way for some blessings. If I am too busy doing all kinds of things….I might miss out on a friend, a new opportunity, a free smile, a really good idea or some emotional support.

I would hate to think I am too busy for all of that goodness because I am stuck in a meeting or trying to make a deadline.

Have a great one….

Cook out etiquette

I have high expectations when it comes to Barbeques/cookouts.

For me, a standard cookout should serve at least the following:

Hot Dogs (Grilled and slightly charred)
Burgers (the homemade kind are better than the pre-packaged patties)
Chicken (clean, seasoned, nicely grilled with barbeque sauce)
Potato Salad (must be made with celery, relish, Hellman’s mayo somewhere in your recipe)
Baked Beans (brown sugar, hint of onion…)
Fruit Salad or Watermelon.

I can pass on anything else but if you have these basic items, I am straight.
So when I show up at your cookout and you are missing any of these? 1969 is heading home to eat. It’s like sacrilige.

Ghetto cookouts are the worst. You know, they tell you the cookout starts at 2pm….you get there at 4pm and they still haven’t heated up the grill?

They are taking meat and chicken out of the packs and just throwing it on the grill?
No seasoning, no cleaning, etc?

The drinks aren’t cold. They have one bag of ice for 100 drinks.

**sigh**

Not everyone needs to entertain. If you can’t cook…..don’t. Just order some pizza and keep it moving people.

Can you tell I ended up somewhere I shouldn’t have this weekend?

The Good News….

The Good News is….

one of my meetings today was cancelled.

The Bad News is….

Strategy meeting has been moved up and it’s gonna be a doozy.

The Good News is…..

Lost was SUPERFANTASTIC last night

The Bad News is….

We have to wait until Feb 2008 for the next new episodes (AnonymousNupe….holla at your girl on the episode last night!)

The Good News is….

I have been sticking to my exercise routine.

The Bad News is….

I have been sneaking donuts…shhh! Ya’ll know I can’t say no to frosting.

The Good News is….

The View was actually interesting yesterday after that fight!

The Bad News is….

The only reason I would ever watch it, is to see a fight.

The Good News is….

the daughter of a former NY Giant is the new American Idol.

The Bad News is….

I only glanced at the show to see if Paula’s nose was chipped from her fall…LMAO

The Good News….

Mr. 1969 got the JOB

The Bad News….

There is none

Wednesday’s Musings

Clog shoes are so ugly. I don’t care how comfortable they are….they are hideous. Unless you are a five year old girl….you should not have these on. And on boys or men? Oh heck no.

The new birth control pill that stops your period. I know ladies, it sounds attractive but aren’t you supposed to have a period for a reason? It’s nature. Ten years from now when folks are getting uterine cancer and they don’t know why…..mmm…hmmm

Can Par.is just go to jail already? DAMN!

Who watches “Dancing With The Stars”?

I think some major stuff is gonna go down at my Strategy meeting tomorrow. Someone is gonna get in trouble and it ain’t me

Revlon Lip Gloss in Raisin Glaze is the truth for brown girls….thanks Tia!

50 is retiring from rap music? Is anyone mourning the loss?

Who are ya’ll voting for? Obama or Hilary? or hell, Al Gore? LOL

Does it matter as long as Bush is gone?

Margaritas on the rocks with salt…..YUM. (But the last hangover is still fresh in my head….ouch)

T2′s new thing is having me kiss boo-boos. If he finds a scratch, I have to kiss it like five times. Mother’s deserve awards for this stuff. Kissing scabs is YUCKY.

Are skinny jeans gone yet?

Is anyone else mad that Angelina Jolie is playing Marianne Pearl in that new movie or is it just me? Can a brown person get a brown person’s role?

I need a Rita’s Mango Water Ice……..

and for the record….Heroes was a great show all season and then showed the weakest season finale ever. Lost started the season weak and will make up for it tonight with a killer finale. Go Figure.

How bout them Mets?

Another Hotel Adventure-

So one day, 1969 was working the weekend shift. Ra.ge against the Machine and The Wu Ta.ng Clan were performing together on tour and both acts were staying at our upscale hotel.

That night, I get a call on the radio about “damage and groupies”. I get up to the Wu’s floor and there is a line outside of the suite with a whole slew of underaged girls. All ethnicities, dressed in hoochie attire. These heffas looked like somebody’s 12 year old daughter playing dress-up. As I start walking down the hallway….the suite door opens, a cloud of smoke comes out (I swear) and out comes one of the Wu’s (name withheld to protect the guilty) who is naked and holding a towel around his waist…

He shouts out into the hall…”If you ain’t here to f*ck then GO the F*ck home” and takes one of the girls and walks back into the room.

OKAY….

So I come down the hall while calling security on the radio. I let all of these young ladies know that unless they can produce an ID with their age, they will be escorted off the premises. Most of them had no ID, so we rounded them up and walked them out. I wished I could have called some mommas. Little Becky and Uniqua needed an azz whoopin.

So as I am chasing these girls out….I get a 911 alert on my radio and rush up to the other suite. The other group had thrown a chair out of the window into the courtyard. Are you fr.eakin kidding me?

Needless to say….the next morning when they left and housekeeping got into those rooms we almost had a revolt. All I remember is one of the latina houskeepers telling me “Mami. You no pay me enuf money to clean dat nasty sh*t okay? You look at it. I not a dog. No Perro aqui, okay?”

**sigh**

Summertime

Summer is in the air. My favorite season. When you are born on a tropical island in July, you can’t help but love summer.

I have been waiting all year for the sunshine and heat to return. This weekend will kick off the beginning of summer for many. We are not heading out in all of that crazy traffic….but we will be grilling and chilling at Chateau 1969 and taking the kids to the Aquarium and to a few street festivals.

Mr. 1969 just finished a fourth interview this morning with the RVP of the new company. It went really well and he should be hearing from them by the end of the week. I am praying that he gets this job because 1) he’s perfect for it, 2) the salary is GREAT and 3) he is bored out of his mind at home.

As for your girl, I am enjoying the sunshine, doing what I do. I am currently obsessed with the food network again after a long hiatus and saw a few really good ideas yesterday. Ni.gella was serving up some great breakfast recipes. I mean, what’s not to love about strawberry cheesecake pancakes? WOW. Wouldn’t that be a great item to serve at a brunch?

I will be saving that one in my arsenal.

Enjoy the sunshine today people. We’ll chat later.

P.S. Mets took 2 out of 3 in the Subway matchup. What’s up haters?

Overheard in the 1969 house last night….

1969 comes in the house and gives T1 a big hug that he can’t escape from.
He starts laughing because he can’t escape and 1969 starts giving him kisses all over his face.

T1: Mom, are you trying to get sexy with me?

(Record scratching……………………………)

1969: What does sexy mean T1?

T1: You know….when girls love boys alot.

1969: Oh. Well, I think sexy is a grown up word.

T1: But it’s not a BAD word right?

1969: It’s not a BAD word but it’s a word that grown ups can use. It’s not really for kids. Maybe you can say mommy LOVES you alot?

T1: Okay, but I like sexy better.

Pray for 1969 ya’ll.

TAG, I’m it!

And I see I’ve been tagged by my homeboy, Fresh.

Before I answer, I just have to say that Fresh is one of the coolest individuals I have never met. For real. If our paths ever cross, watch out, we will probably snap on your outfits, get drunk, eat some jerk chicken, go shopping and then take over your corporation. He’s good people.

So I have to answer 5 things I obsess out. Only five? Damn. I obsess over almost everything. I am a planner by nature so everything needs to be planned out. Hence the obsessing

Okay **breathe** here we go:

1. My Health.

1969 was a hottie back in the day. I used to eat everything under the sun, never work out and still remained a size 4. Tall and skinny. I could have given some of those Top Model girls a run for their money. Then came T1 and a 54 pound pregnancy. Did you hear me? 54 pounds. T1 was 9 lbs but that other 45 lbs was all stuck on your girl. A year passed and I got it down to about 20 pounds but I slowly realized that the weight was NOT coming off. It was gonna take work. Major work. So I started to eat healthier and exercise. Just when I started making progress, I had T2. I had to start all over. So although it’s an ongoing thing I agonize about (like most women), I have made tremendous strides and I am on the road to maintaining my fabulousness.
I plan on being that MILF mom at the soccer games, Holla!

2. My Style.

Call me shallow, but I like to look a certain way. I am a t-shirt and sweats girl at heart and will rock a pair of sneakers like no bodies business. However, no matter what, I like to have a certain look. I like to look “effortlessly chic”. Stylish without the “I tried too hard today” aura surrounding me. I make an effort to always leave the house looking pulled together. I learned a long time ago, that when you are dressed, you feel your best and at work I believe in dressing for the job you want not the job you have. Doesn’t always have to be expensive….just pulled together.

3. My Family.

This is a given. I am Wonder Woman. I take care of my loved ones and obsess about it. Hell, it’s my LIFE obsession and won’t ever go away. I sit in meetings wondering if T2 had his jacket on when I dropped him to school, I call and schedule doctor’s appointments when I am grocery shopping. I remember an entire list of details for everyone and forget mine. In short, I am a mom…..it’s my job to obsess.

4. LOST

Now you guys know I am a Lost fan. I now find myself on websites reading all of the geek theories. **sigh** I may be beyond saving at this point.

5. COOKBOOKS/KITCHEN GADGETS

I collect them. I have shelves devoted to them. I actually use them. I am a kitchen junkie.

Now let me go tag some folks…..

I Think!

I was nominated as a Thinking Blogger by this lovely individual.

I found out that it means I am supposed to cough up five great blogs that I read.
I know I could pick my usual suspects, the ones I read everyday that most of you are already fans of….but instead, I will try and give some other folks a little shine.

I love Go Fug Yourself and read it every day. These ladies critique Hollywood outfits and their commentary is usually DEAD ON. I laugh so much at the outfits but even more at their critiques.

Stereohyped is my newest obsession. It is a black blog for entertainment, political commentary, etc. It is only a few weeks old, but I am already hooked. Check it out!

For my Trinidadian commentary, I am hooked on the Manicou report. I catch up on the views of a young Trinidadian and enjoy his great writing.

For superb Trinidadian food recipes, I check out TriniGourmet. Not only is she gorgeous, the gyal can cook!

And if you really know me, you know that I spend a lot of time here or here.

Have a great day!