Return of the WU

So the other night, around 8pm, I looked outside my window and there was a man standing on my lawn. Mr. 1969 had just left the house for a run to Lowe’s for something he needed for a home project.

 Now you guys may recall that my block is extremely residential and quiet with the exception of the people in the house next door to me. My husband (and now my children) refer to these neighbors as The Wu Tangs. Why? Because it seems like there are 25 of them in that house and they are loud as HELL.

Now all summer long, I have ignored their kids running over onto my lawn. I have ignored waking up and finding trash on my property, the loud friends and music.

However, looking out the window at 8pm and seeing some grown man outside standing on my lawn was too much for your girl.

I walked outside and lo and behold….this man had spread three rugs on my grass. Say it with me…..WHAT THE FUDGE?!?!?!

I came outside, stood there and gave him the “Are you crazy stare.” There was no niceness, he got the straight Brooklyn 1969.

“I need you to pick up all of your stuff and move it over to your property.”

“I heard you ma’am but I was praying.”

“I appreciate that you are praying. Allah appreciates your devotion. Now pick up all of your stuff and move it to your property and pray over there.”

“I heard you the first time. You don’t have to say it again.”

SCREEEEEEEECH. He said that last line with an attitude. Are you kidding me? You have spread three rugs on my grass and are praying on my lawn and you have the nerve to have an attitude with me?

You know it was on and popping now right?

“Excuse me? You are camped out on my lawn and you have an attitude? Maybe if all 25 of you decided to mow your own lawn one day when you are loitering on your steps….your grass wouldn’t be ten feet tall and it would be more conducive to prayer time. I wish I would just roll up on someone’s property and throw down a damn blanket and start picnicking on someone else’s property. If I had come out here and started swinging a bat cause I thought you were trying to harm me and my children….I’d be wrong…right?”

So basically, he upped and picked up all of his stuff and went back into his house as I stood there going off.

When Mr. 1969 got home three minutes after my altercation….I was still pissed off and talking to myself. I filled him in and his words of wisdom:

“That’s why I didn’t talk to them about that damn baby stuff.”

The Hotel Chronicles

I am hearing grumblings from several of the GM’s that they are not happy with the red-suited lady’s performance. When they say things to me….do I remind them that they chose her for the job? Nope, I smile and say “I’m sure she will get it together.”

Basically, we have weekly meetings to review productivity with each of our hotels. Out of five downtown hotels, she comes to *wait for it*……ZERO meetings. She’s probably been to a total of two meetings since she was hired.

Of course, her sales units’ performance is not as good as they were in years past and the focus is on them to deliver right now. If my team was not doing well and sales were down, I would make sure I was at every one of these meetings to tell the GM’s exactly what we are doing to proactively go after business.

I review the numbers every week and they ask me “What are we doing to shift share from our competitors?”

And my answer is “That’s a great question. I am interested to know the answer too. I can’t, however, speak for Red suited lady because that is her area.”

The GM’s are growing restless. I think they have had discussions with her boss about her performance.

The plot thickens.

All the things we should have said …..

I am so excited for the concert. Today, I was scanning youtube and came across this gem. Maxwell performing at Holly Robinson’s charity event a few weeks ago. He sounds like he is ready for that concert….what say you? And you gotta love the rose petals and Holly Robinson jumping out of her seat acting like I do at the concert. And yes….this is how he sounds LIVE. Enjoy.

Huh? What?

You ever have a huge test and you just knew you were unprepared? Going into it, you didn’t really study. You didn’t read the material.

So the night before, you buy a six pack of mountain dew, some Red Bull and a Starb.ucks Venti and get ready to pull an all-nighter.

You stack up all of your textbooks, grab that yellow highlighter and get to work. Study, study, study.

After a few hours all of the words start blurring together. The dates are making your head hurt. You stand up, do some jumping jacks, wash your face and keep going. You remember those one nighters you have pulled in the past, that one time you did nothing and still managed to squeak out an A. You are motivated and hit the books again.

Hours later, you wake up with drool hanging from your lip. Dagnapit. You fell asleep and the exam is in 15 minutes. You jump up and throw on yesterdays outfit and rush out the door.

When you see the first question…..you smile. I can do this.

The 2nd question? Uh….I remember a few key words, I can wing it.

The 3rd question? YOU HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE.

Ladies and Gentlemen…..that’s how I interpreted THIS.

Happy Friday.

Never Forget

Car Convo…

Tali 1: Mommy, why do you like to exercise?

1969: Well son….exercise is good for you. It helps to make sure that your body continues to work and keeps you healthy.

Tali: Do you work out because you’re fat?

1969: Nope. Mommy’s not fat. I just like to be healthy. Working out keeps me going so I can be around for a long time and play with you and Tali 2.

Tali 1: Oh….okay…..it’s just…..

1969: What’s the matter?

Tali 1: Well, I think you might be a little fat….

1969: You think so?

Tali 1: Not a lot mommy…..just a little….like in the middle. Maybe you should exercise that part?

1969: Maybe, I should? Thanks son.

Inside 1969′s head “Ungrateful little so and so…..see if I ever make your behind some brownie’s ever again…..”

It’s Friday Baby….

and I feel like this:

Mr. 1969 is in California until Sunday so I am flying solo for the next couple of days with the kids. We have been living it up. I took them to Mickey D’s last night. We stopped by Target and they got new hot wheels cars. I am telling you….life has been good.

Other reasons I am happy? The RNC is OVA. Whew. Can we get back to real tv? No more speeches!!! Heroes, Lost, Project Runway, Top Design (I am watching Melonie)…bring it on. Hell, I may even watch that damned dance show just to see Kim KardASSian and Toni Braxton battle it out for skimpiest outfits. On a side note, how was Toni sick enough to cancel ALL of her Vegas shows but then turns up on that damned dancing show? I would sue the THONGS off her for breach of contract.

I am also happy because the Football season is BACK and last night….my NY FOOTBALL GIANTS beat up on the Redskins. We may not have Strahan and Osi but our D was looking good. Hell, even Eli looked like he had a little Superbowl swagger. I feel a little better about the season. Brandon Jacobs….MWAH! I see you.

I am happy because I recently purchased the entire RX for brown skin line by Dr. Susan Taylor at Sephora. I heard glowing recommendations by so many people (especially Monnie) that I finally coughed up my money and invested in the whole line. Now I know, you all think my skin is great. Trust me when I say, the texture of my skin has been suffering. It’s dry in some places, flaky….and then super oily. Since having my boys…I get monthly crazy breakouts that I never used to get. I turn 40 next year and felt like I wanted to make sure I was using cleansers and moisturizers that were helping me to preserve my sexy (damn that D.iddy). I must say that so far….Iam really liking the line. I was worried that my oily skin would breakout from using so many products layered on top of each other. Cleanser, toner, moisturizer and then the skin brightener. However, this is me right now at work:

Now I have on some powder and lipstick but that’s it and my skin is glowing! (At least it is to me.) In addition, the dark spots/acne scars are fading. I give Dr. Susan Taylor a thumbs up. (Her office is maybe five minutes from my house. I am tempted to drive over there with some treats as a thank you…I’m so happy).

Lastly, the Blog world has celebrated some FABULOUS women in the last week. So happy belated birthday to Miss Lee (this past weekend) the writer, Miss Ahmad (yesterday) the producer and to Ms. Monica Mingo (TODAY) the filmmaker.

These three women are beautiful, talented and truly an inspiration to me. I love reading all about them and their fabulous lives. I wish them all a year filled with love and continued blessings.

Hope you are happy today too. It’s gonna be a wonderful MariahCareyrainbowfilled unicornwearingabutterflyt-shirt kind of day. LMAO!

Open Letter to the Republican Party

Dear Republicans:

Your campaign has finally gotten what it has been lacking….a personality. Whereas the Democrats had Obama who has the “it” factor….you were missing a true star.

Enter Sarah Palin. She has caused a media frenzy since her announcement and all the shine is now off Obama and the actual issues of this election and onto Mrs. Palin.

I must say she gave a heck of a speech last night. She was funny and sweet while launching personal attack after attack on Mr. Obama.

She accomplished exactly what you wanted her to do….spread vitrol and detract from the actual issues. Despite her ” my family is private” demands, you had her 4 month old special needs child up for the photo op at 11pm at night…very effective. 

You made sure to fly in the “f-ckin redneck” babydaddy who “don’t want no kids” for the show and made sure he was holding hands with her daughter all night.

I waited and waited but did not hear her stance on education, the economy, women’s rights, the war (except to say it was ordained by God….really?) and any experience in dealing with issues affecting minorities and our large cities. I heard lots of talk about small towns being the real America.

Well, I am not living in a small town. I am a black woman born outside of this country who lives in a city plagued with crime. I care about how America is perceived in the entire world. I care about global warming. I care about health care. I care about crime and safety in our cities. I care about the homeless and the poor. I care about sending my kids to college. I care about large corporations and oil companies getting richer, getting tax breaks. I care about government corruption. I care about our trillion dollar deficit. I care about women’s rights. I care about gay rights. I care about the next FOUR YEARS.

I guess Mr McCain will address all of my concerns tonight between witty Obama zingers.

I just don’t get one thing.

Can you explain to me how you guys can keep saying that we need a maverick in Washington that is not afraid to shake up the system when YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN RUNNING SHYT FOR THE PAST EIGHT YEARS?

Also….the media asking Palin questions is their job. This is the Vice Presidency….not the PTA. It’s not because she’s a woman. It’s because we didn’t know anything about her. It’s not sexism.

Wearing convention buttons calling her “The Hottie from the Cool State”? Yes, that’s sexist.

Thanks.

Back 2 School!

Sing it with me….”It’s the most wonderful time of the year….”

Ahhhh…..life is good!

My thoughts on the Palin speech later…..

I now present…..Tali 2

So it’s not my pumpkins first day of school since he’s been in daycare all summer.

However, he did get moved up to the four year old room and was only one of two kids selected to go from the three year old room. He is officially a Flounder…..not a seahorse. 

Here is a picture of your buddy leaving for his first day with the Flounders.

**Please note huge knot over left eye. Older brother assured him that he could ride his bike down a grass hill in front of our house. Knot ensued when Tali 2′s face made contact with the concrete sidewalk. Mission Failed.

Also, he is a diehard Eagles/Steelers fan thanks to the brainwashing love of his Father. He LIVES in his older brother’s old Terrel Owens shirt and fights to wear it almost everyday. You will be seeing lots of pictures of him in it. Don’t think he doesn’t have any other clothes. Thanks.