Hip-Hop

I read a post on this blog (sorry cant remember which one) that made me think about real hip-hop. Hip-hop that made you think. Rewind the tape back hip-hop. Made you memorize it like your life depended on it hip-hop. How did hip-hop evolve into the bullshit you hear on the radio today? How did it become commercialized and trivialized? When did hip-hop assimilate? The state of music today depresses me. So this is kind of my ode to hip-hop… maybe if I put it out there in the universe the suffering (50 cent, crunk music, lil john, ja rule, cash money, etc…) that has been the past decade will end.

Some of my favorite hip-hop songs/records

1.Rappers Delight – Sugar Hill Gang. This was the song that bought hip-hop to the masses. Before that it was mostly underground. The focus was more so on DJs & break dancers not MCs.
2.The Breaks – Kurtis Blow. He was the first hip-hop MC to perform on TV. He performed The Breaks on Soul Train.
3.White Lines – Grand Master Flash & Melle Mel. Anti-cocaine public service announcement. I love this song. The beat is crazy.
4.Roxanne, Roxanne – UTFO. Roxanne Shante came out with a response record to this called “Roxannes Revenge”, I thought it was kind of wack but it got good air play.
5.The Show/La Di Da Di – Doug E. Fresh & the Get Fresh Crew - no explanation needed. Released in 1985 it still gets mad love 20 years later.
6.Paid in Full – Eric B. & Rakim – Eric B was always a good lyricist. It seemed like every album he dropped just got better and better. He kind of fell off on some of his last ones though.
7.You Gots to Chill – EPMD. You couldnt go to a party in 88 without hearing this song.
8.By All Means Neccesary/Stop the Violence – Boogie Down Productions. The whole album was fly but the stand out song was Stop the Violence. It was the first hip-hop collaboration (that I can think of) song of this magnitude. “Heavys at the door so therell be no bum rushing.”
9.The Bridge is Over - Boogie Down Productions. One of my favorite songs of all times. KRS One is one of the dopest lyricist ever. The Juice Crew song “The Bridge” was a battle son in answer to BDPs song. (actually I cant remember which one came out first). Honorable mention to “Criminal Minded”.
10.Radio/I Need Love – LL Cool J. Yes the ladies loved LL. I still do. His fineness just grows and grows. But lyrically I think this is his best album. I Need Love is just one of the classics hes put out over the years.
11.All Hail the Queen – Queen Latifah. The one and only. She was the first female rapper that I really paid attention too. I could play that record from beginning to end without skipping any songs. I loved it that much. My favorite was Ladies First.
12.Hot, Cool & Vicious - Salt-N-Peppa. This album was pretty commercial but commercial wasnt anywhere near as bad as it is now. Push it & Tramp were party tracks that got a lot of airplay.
13.2Hype – Kid N Play. I must admit I had a crush on Kid. I guess it was the hair. A lot of people dont like their music but if you listen to the lyrics they werent too bad. Rollin with Kid N Play was the song and I know we all have House Party in the collection.
14.Licensed to Ill – Beastie Boys. Paul Revere… enough said!
15.King of Rock – Run D.M.C. This wasnt their first album but for some reason I wasnt really feeling them until this second album. King of Rock was the joint.
16.Living Large – Heavy D & The Boyz. I dont care what anyone says… I loved this record. I had the biggest crush on Heavy D. I used to cut pictures of him out of magazines and paste them on my wall.
17.Midnight Marauders/Bonita Applebum – Tribe Called Quest. Before Midnight Marauders came out the only song I like of theirs was Bonita Applebum. When that album came out I fell in love with Tribe. They recorded a song with The Jungle Brothers called “Buddy” that has to be in the top five of my favorite songs.
18.For the People – Boot Camp Clik. If I had to name a favorite song by them, I couldnt. All of their songs were lyrically superior to so many things that were out at the time. I do love How Many Emcees though. Honorable mention to Black Moon, Ras Kass, Group Home etc…
19.Daddys Little Girl – Nikki D. Ok this is a stretch but I just loved that song and the record was pretty nice too.
20.Brendas Got a Baby – Tupac. Before all the drama.
21.Sally – Stetsasonic. The song didnt make to much sense but I loved the beat.
22.One For All – Brand Nubian. I loved this record. I played it just about everyday.
23.Ready to Die/Gimme The Loot – Notorious BIG. Bigs rhyme style is like no other. It took me a minute to figure out it was him doing both voices on Gimme The Loot. I had never heard anything like it.
24.It Aint Hard to Tell - Nas. My favorite Nas song.
25.One Day Itll All Make Sense/I Used to Love H.E.R. – Common.
26.Black on Both Sides – Mos Def. One of my favorite artists of all times. Ms Fat Booty is such a sexy song. I love New World Water too.
27.Love, Peace & Napiness – Lost Boyz. Ive always loved this group. My favorite songs are Music Makes Me High and Renee.

Thats just a few. I could go on and on, but I wont cause this post is long enough. Happy Hump Day!

I still don't know what's going on with this template. I may have to change it again.

just catching up

Not too much has been going on lately. I’ve been preparing to go back to school trying to get my money right. Why is financial aid such an issue? It was in issue when I went in as a freshman and it’s an issue now that I’m working on my Masters. It’s driving me crazy. But the refund check makes up for it doesn’t it? I love a good refund check. I’m going to make sure this isn’t an issue for my son. I’m saving now and investing for him for college. I would like to have at least $80,000 saved by the time he’s ready to go to college. It may not pay for everything, but at least he won’t be in so much debt when he graduates. I think something really needs to be done about the cost of higher education. Your reward for going to school is $400 student loan payments every month. It’s ridiculous.

Things with Benjamin and I are going pretty smoothly. Not too many bumps. I’m actually surprised. I think I was a little afraid to take him seriously when he sent me that poem. I had reservations about his sudden change of heart. I was thinking that maybe the reason he wanted me back was because someone else wanted me. Sometimes men have that ‘I don’t want you, but I don’t want anyone else to have you’, mentality. Which is selfish if you ask me. I was also wondering if it was about sex. I wasn’t giving it up like I normally do. I knew he would never buy the cow if I kept giving up free milk. Occasionally I would slip though. Every now and then my body betrays me. We would be laying in bed together and I would feel him up against me, and those familiar tingles would start running up and down my spine. . . before I knew it we were making love. The sex with us is pretty amazing. He knows what I like and I know what he likes. It was very hard for me not to be with him in that way because I’m very attracted to him. But the free milk thing was getting to me. So I told myself I wasn’t going to go there with him. Since he wasn’t getting it as much as he’s used to, I was wondering if that had anything to do with the sudden turn around. Sex or lack of sex can make you do some crazy things. That’s true for me anyway. My fears about all of that have subsided and I’m on board with this 100%. I want to see if we have a shot at a future together. White picket fence, maybe another son, a dog…. the whole enchilada.


I’m planning to go on a cruise for my 30th birthday in December. I’ve never been on a cruise before so I need suggestions from those of you who have. If you can let me know what cruise line you used and where you went and what you liked/disliked about it. I would really appreciate it. I want to have everything booked and confirmed by the end of October. I’m really excited about doing this. I’m going by myself too. No friends or family to distract me. I want to enter my 30’s with a bang but I also want to do it alone. I want to take some time to reflect on my past and things I’ve been through and when that boat brings me back to shore, I want to have shed all negativity, all doubt, all issues. I want to embrace womanhood and eradicate anyone and anything that doesn’t respect my life and how I want to live it. I’ve always been a people pleaser. I put others needs in front of my own, which is fine… sometimes. But when I do it all the time, it makes me unhappy. I don’t stand up for myself with my family. I can with my friends or my man, but for some reason I don’t with my family. I let them tell me what I should or shouldn’t be doing when it comes to my son. I let them go against my wishes for him. I let them question every decision I make. Every time I say something I want to do either for my son, or myself there is always a ‘why’ offered up. Because I said so that’s why. I know I’m the baby of the family but I’m not a baby. I’ve been on my own since I was 18 and that deserves respect. And they are going to give it to me. Either the easy way or the hard way but nevertheless, I’ll get it. I’m sure it will be hard because everyone is used to me just going along with the flow. Change is always hard, but it’s also always necessary.

So thanks to Schatzi, I found a template at blogskins.com that I liked. I worked on it for like two days to get it the way I wanted it (yes it took that long), and now in every post there is a funny character wherever there was an apostrophe. If there is anyone who can tell me how to fix that I would really appreciate it.

Abuse, Sesame Place, and Moving

I just got off the phone with a girlfriend of mine and I’m reeling from the conversation. She has been going thru so much with her husband. They have been married for about 5 years and he’s only treated her well for about 5 minutes. He has beat her ass on numerous occasions and I can’t count how many times I’ve had late night phone calls with her crying over him. I can’t count the times I’ve put on my clothes and driven to her house to sit with her because she was scared. I can’t count how many conversations I’ve had with him where he wouldn’t even admit he put his hands on her. All he would say is he was stressed because he couldn’t find a job and take care of his family, or stressed because he other children’s mother keeps taking him to court for child support, or he was stressed because it’s been raining outside (no joke, he seriously said that). This morning I find out her daughter’s hair is falling out. She’s taken her to several doctors and a dermatologist and they can’t tell her what’s wrong. They all asked her was there any stress in the home or is she going thru any major changes in her life. This fool said no. Hello? No stress. They fight constantly and the last time I went over there both of the girls were sitting right at the kitchen table eating dinner and crying their eyes out. So I can’t begin to imagine how many times that little scenario has played out. If that isn’t stress what the hell is? I grew up in a house like that and by the time I was 12 I had an ulcer. If adults don’t think kids suffer from their stupidity they are sadly mistaken. I also found out this morning that he’s been gone for six days and she’s worried about him. What the fuck? You’re worried about him? The man that punches your lights out so much we call him the electric man? She should fall on her knees and pray he doesn’t come back. How stupid do you have to be? I think at this point she likes it. I think she would rather have negative attention then no attention at all. I experienced this kind of mess at an early age. My dad beat my mom’s ass one night and stabbed her in the head with a screwdriver. I wake up the next morning and go into their room and blood was everywhere. I mean everywhere. On the floor the walls the bed… it was horrible. She fell. Can you believe that shit? I find out a few months later after she fled to Texas what really happened. She came back. Six months later she’s fleeing from our house half naked trying to get away from him. Those are the two times that I know of. How many times did I not know about? The thing I try to impart to her is sometime the abuse spills over to the children. My dad beat our ass. We were punched and slapped and pushed all the time. How long before he starts putting his hands on their girls, if he hasn’t already? What I don’t understand is why this doesn’t make sense to her. Why does it seem like I’m speaking a foreign language to her. How can a reasonably smart woman let this shit happen? It’s not like she doesn’t have anything going for her. She’s got a good job, the house she’s in is in her name only, and her mom baby-sits her kids and helps her out so she has family support. Why doesn’t she leave him? She keeps saying that all she knows is abusive relationships because she grew up in that kind of house. She and I have been friends since the 9th grade and it’s no secret that her dad used to beat her mom’s ass. On the regular. Like he was getting paid to do it. But wouldn’t that make you want different for your children and yourself? It did for me. I keep trying to figure out the difference between us. We both came from abusive homes so why is that she will put up with that shit and I absolutely will not? I don’t know. What I do know is I’m done. I’m going to have to love her from a distance until she can love herself and her kids enough to leave him. I can’t help her anymore. She’s going to have to help herself and learn to stand on her own two feet. She’s going to have to decide when the last hit will be the last hit. Hopefully it won’t be to late.

On a less depressing note, we are taking our baby to Sesame Place next week. I am so excited. He’s going to have such a good time. I just hope it’s not too hot. I do not do well in the heat. I don’t care who you are; you can’t be cute when it’s 110 on the heat index. I think the melting point of cuteness, divaness, and sexiness is around 100 degrees. Either way we are going. There are water rides so I’ll just have to stay on them if it’s really hot. Right now my mission is getting in for free. My sister can get four free military passes to the park. She’s not going to use them and of course I don’t want them to go to waste so I’m trying to finesse the situation. I think the biggest problem will be me not having military i.d. You just reserve your tickets and when you get to the gate you have to show i.d. I’ll have to figure a way around that one cause free is definitely better than $40 a ticket.

Has anyone but me had mosquito bites that have lasted for like two weeks? I mean I got bit on the top of my foot almost two weeks ago and this thing is still itching. It’s starting to hurt and get all red and puffy. We must have some mutant alien mosquitoes in Delaware.

Anyway… I want to move my blog somewhere else or at least find a template that I like. When I started blogging I didn’t know all the options that where out there. So I picked a basic Blogger template and researched how to make rudimentary changes to it and that’s how I got the purple on the black. I don’t even like purple, I was just so proud of myself for being able to do that little bit, that I left it. Now I see other people’s blogs and they look so pretty and nice. Can someone take pity on me and please please please tell me how I can get a better template on Blogger or move to a site where the templates are nicer and more abundant? I would greatly appreciate it.

Renewal

Ok. This post is going to be a long one so forgive me. Anyone who reads my blog knows the issues I’ve had with my son’s father. The on again off again relationship that has driven me crazy for over two years. It’s also no secret that my heart’s desire is for us to be a family under one roof. Living in two different states has taken a toll on so many aspects of our relationship. I love this man. I adore this man. He’s one of the best people I know. I never understood how a person could form a relationship with someone they wouldn’t even be friends with. I mean if you put the relationship part on the shelf, this is still someone I would kick it with. He’s just that cool. He’s never disrespected me in any way. He’s been a rock for my son and I from day one. I’ve never been loved so completely in my life. He loves me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet but love was never the problem. The only problem we ever had was how we talk to each other. There is some major disconnect when we talk. We both have such strong personalities and are so opinionated that our discussions kept turning into arguments. That gets real old after a while and that’s why we’ve been apart. I digress… I had pretty much decided after many conversations and much debate to just let it go. Let him go. Move on. Let us be apart and not fixate so much on each other. That was about two weeks ago. In those two weeks instead of us talking multiple times everyday, I think we had two conversations and both of them were about our son and this trip we are about to take him on. It was definitely hard and oh so weird but I thought it was best. So on Friday we were IM’ing each other trying to get our vacation plans for our son ironed out and he tells me to check my email. I did and this is what he sent me.

Broken

My mind feels like a thousand shards of broken glass across the floor, confusing, chaotic, wandering franticly as it tries to pull itself together. My mind is broken wondering how to tell her that not hearing her voice everyday makes it ache. That it throbs from those wasted hours arguing when it should have been thinking of ways to love her more. Can she believe how broken you are after the things you’ve said, how broken that brain is I have inside my head.

Broken is my heart as I watch her struggle, barely making it on the edge of trouble. Do you tell her your body is falling apart starting with your heart, a man of stone I thought knowing that fear fills my heart with the thought of being alone. How do you tell her of your broken armor when you were supposed to be her Knight, especially now that it seems your afraid to fight for her.

Broken is my heart that skips a beat as it feels me push you away because I’m so afraid you’ll stay. Broken are the lines of tears that I have cried to the thought of losing you to God’s side. Broken is my smile because you are gone no longer thinking of me and singing my song. The answers to your questions are in my broken face, swollen from tears and expressions of fear.

How do I tell her she is for me the title of her favorite song, knowing all this time I have been wrong, and no matter what my love for her is still strong. To tell her I’m so consumed with fear whenever she’s not near. That my fear of losing her in so many different ways devastates me for days. That our battles are not worth the cost, and that my promise to love her is not broken just lost.

Broken is my body now that it cannot feel yours, the touch of your lips, the feel of your hands and the shudder in your hips. How can she believe a broken man is sorry for all he’s done after filling her world with pain and tears and not fun, that he’s truly full of emotion even if she never sees it, that tears fall down my broken face repeatedly, that jealousy fills my broken heart frequently, and fear fills my heart endlessly.

Broken is my conscience as I see her leave to stubborn to yell to her and plead,” Don’t leave me broken and falling to pieces here alone without your love because I am too arrogant to fully understand your love.” I’m broken without you I have to admit, and I’ve pushed you so far away I know why you’ve quit. How could any complete man ever doubt the love you have for him after all you’ve shown, knowing for a broken one it’s your love that will bind his bones.

Broken is my world because you are not in my life; broken is my future because you may never become my wife. Broken is this man because I’ve waited this long to sing you this song. Broken I’ll always be because I’ve missed this boat, broken is me in a sea of emptiness barely remaining afloat.

Broken

Needless to say I was floored. First of all he hasn’t poured his feelings out to me in while so it was very surprising. And he doesn’t really do the poetry thing (I found out later it took him quite a few hours to write that). I had no idea that all this time he felt this way. Benjamin tends to internalize things, so it’s hard to read him sometimes. Knowing him like I do, it could not have been easy for him to tell me these things. All of this conversation happened while I was at work so when I got home he called me and we talked some more. Around 9pm he told me he was going to take a shower and he would text me when he got out. So I waited for a while but I was tired so I feel asleep. Around 12am I got a text asking me what I was doing and I was so sleepy I don’t even think I replied. So it’s around 3am and I wake up to the feel of someone sitting on my bed. Of course my heart dropped cause I thought someone had broken in to steal my cookies:). It was Benjamin (he has a key). He came down from Philly to surprise me. He said he wanted to look in my eyes when he told me that he loves me, that he never stopped, and that I am the love of his life. He was afraid he waited to long to tell me all of that but he wanted to anyway. He stayed the whole weekend. He called out of work Saturday, which says something in itself, because he never calls out. I’ve seen him sick in pain and he still goes to work. So this weekend we’ve just been talking and cuddling and trying to work thru things and find out where we went wrong. I think the main thing is that we rushed into our relationship so fast that we really didn't know each other. We didn't become friends first. I think if we develop and honor our friendship more then the relationship part will be a piece of cake. As long as we communicate with each other and keep it fresh and sexy we’ll be ok. So I’m pretty happy with this sudden turn of events. I guess that little bit of time apart did us some good.

Happy Monday!

my blues

my blues ain’t for you to write
my story’s already been written
i wrote it my damn self
cause nobody ever listens

like the time I was 10
and stole candy from the store
stuffed all I could in my pants but still I wanted more
ran so fast i thought my legs would fall out the socket
got home and realized
the candy had fell out my damn pocket

when i was 13
i set the crabs free from the pot
i didn’t want my daddy to cook them
he whipped me on the spot

my first kiss at 15
with the boy up the street
we talked that day in school about where we were gonna meet
we were in our garage kissin and drinkin beer
my little brother caught us
and blackmailed me for a year

the time I was 18
and had my first real drink
i spent the whole night
throwin up in the bathroom sink
i swore up and down i would never drink seagram’s gin
i went out the next night and did it all again

the time when I was 19
and got my cherry popped
i was so damn nervous
my stomach did a flop
he rubbed my back, my feet and head
threw up on him and the bed

24
i broke my toe falling down the hill
all cause I was rushing
to pay my sprint bill

when i was 28
i had my baby boy
7 pounds and ten ounces of love, pride and joy
now he’s 18 months and easily 30 pounds
pudgy legs, easy smiles and tantrums on the ground

30 I’ll enter my sexy phase
i hear 40 is the new twenty
50 i’ll be dying the grays
60? well hopefully i’m still humpin

my blues ain’t for you to write
my story’s already been written
i wrote it my damn self
cause nobody ever listens

Unexpectedness

You ever meet someone and you like them but you don’t like them? Then one day you realize they’ve sort of found their way into your subconscious? You find yourself thinking about them more and more, and you can’t figure out how or when it happened. That’s what I’m going thru right now. At first it seemed weird to me that I would be feeling like this because it’s so soon after things ended with my son’s father. I was talking to my sister about it last night and she made me realize that it isn’t soon. We haven’t been together as a couple since right after my son was born and before that there was a huge amount of time when we weren’t a couple either. In three years we’ve spent more time apart then together. The only thing that remained ‘couple-like ‘ between us was the sex. We never stopped having sex. And even that hasn’t been a regular thing because we live in different states. I guess I had sort of a pseudo-relationship with him. It’s been living a half-life for a very long time. But I digress… last night Max called me and we talked on the phone for 10 hours. I have not slept at all. Not one lick. The conversation was effortless and easy. I guess it always is in the beginning. He asked me about my life. Where I had been and where I wanted to go. We talked about the things I wanted for my son and what kind of parent I want to be. He laughed at me when I said certain things but laughed in a good way. Not mocking or patronizing. I never realized what a good conversationalist he is. I never realized how similar our views are. We never had the time in the past. He was always here one minute and then gone the next.

So this morning when we finally got off the phone, I started my getting ready for work routine. I get up first and take my shower and do all my hygiene rituals and pack my baby’s bag for the day then I get him up and dressed. Well this morning while I was packing his bag I realized I had been singing. Now I am not a morning person. I hate to get up, so singing is the last thing I’m doing. Bitching and complaining about going to work? Definitely. Never singing. But this morning I was. I felt a little funny in the stomach too. All nervous and jittery. It took me a second to realize what it was. Butterflies. I hadn’t had them in so long it had become an unrecognizable feeling. When you’ve been dealing with the same person and same stagnant issues for a while those feelings are refreshing. Even though I would never get involved with him romantically it’s nice to have the option.

Yesterday I was walking out of the store and a car full of young Black males stopped and the driver shouted out the window “ hey ho come here” his friend said “ I see you bitch with that fat ass and those big ass titties” “When you gonna let me get in that pussy?” When I didn’t reply he drove off but not before he spit out of the car window and said “fuck you then bitch you aint all that anyway.” This is disturbing on so many levels. First of all, I had my son with me. Had he been older he would have understood every word. Secondly there were people all around. I was so embarrassed not only for myself but for them also. I mean damn. How could anyone think that is acceptable behavior? Why was it ok in their minds to completely disrespect me and themselves? Why was it ok for them to expose my son to that verbal assault? I’m still pissed about it. I mean men have approached me before, but never like that. I didn’t even realize I was on the verge of tears until I got in my car and sat down. I don’t know if it was because my son was with me that it hit me so hard but the more I thought about it the madder I got. Are there women out there who would have ran over to the car to talk to them? Is this why they feel it's ok to talk to women like that? If so where are these women, cause we need to talk. All I know is if I EVER EVER EVER hear anything remotely like that come out of my son's mouth it's gonna be some jump off. That's just trifiln. UGH!!!!!!!

Weekend Recap

I had a pretty good weekend. First of all it wasn’t anywhere near as hot as it has been. That was a blessing. When it’s hot like that I can’t function. Friday night I whipped some butt on the spades table (as usual). Advice to Shauna & Darryl: don’t talk shit to me all week about spades and then don’t bring your A game. You will never hear the end of it. I love beating people who think they can’t lose. Especially in their own house. Daryl & Shauna are two of Max’s (my soldier friend) best friends. I’ve heard about them but this is the first time I’ve ever met them. I’ve talked to “D” on the phone and every time I do he talks shit about how he’s gonna whip me on the card table. It’s so funny cause after the second game on Friday a lot of that talk died down. You know the type… they’ll talk trash all night if they’re winning but if they’re losing you can hear a pin drop. This was my first time playing cards with Max too. His real name isn’t Max but for the sake of posting it is now. All and all I had a really good time. Saturday I slept in after getting home at 3am, and then went shopping. My son really needed sneakers. Footlocker had a 30% friends and family sale so I figured I would go in and get him a pair. I ended up buying three pair. I got him two pair of Nikes and a pair of Reeboks to play in, and I only paid $30 for all three. I love a good sale. I had to buy 7’s because they were out of 7 ½. So he won’t be able to wear them as long as I would have liked but for $30 it doesn’t matter. If his feet keep growing at this rate I’ll be buying sneakers every three months. I actually had to get his dad to put the money in our joint account so I could buy them. I just sent him an IM telling him that I needed money for sneakers. That is one of the things that I do appreciate about Benjamin. Even though things are over between us we can still come together when it comes to our son. Speaking of Peanut, that boy is a hot mess. He is talking so clearly now. It’s so funny how some things seem to happen over night. I just signed him up for a tot program at the YMCA he’ll have so much fun. The Y is so expensive though. It’s a four-week program and it set me back $280. If he has a good time and learns some things it will be worth every penny. If he doesn’t he’ll have to work it off:)

Anyway… after shopping on Saturday I went to help my mom get ready for my Aunts 55th birthday party on Sunday. She was only expecting 50 people but it seemed like she cooked enough for 100. We had ribs, hamburgers, hot dogs, fried cabbage, greens, seafood salad pretzel salad, cake, and watermelon… I could go on and on. She was cooking for two days. I love my mom but sometimes I don’t understand her. She has arthritis in her legs and knees but she chooses to stand up and cook into the wee hours of the morning. Then when I called her today she’s laid up in the bed so sore she can barley move. She keeps saying she’ll stop when she’s dead, and I understand that she wants to be active, but not at the expense of her health. I’m rambling again. Sorry.

After I left her house I went back on base. Anyone who is a civilian trying to get on base can understand how hard it is to get on base. Max was supposed to sign me on at the guard gate but forgot. So I had to circle around the guard gate and park, walk into the guard shack, show them id, registration, and proof of insurance. I don’t know why they needed all of that but when someone with a loaded gun strapped over his shoulder asks me for those things trust and believe he’s going to get it. Then I had to call Max but I couldn’t remember his number. The fool doesn’t even live on base so he stays with different people when he’s here. He’s given me no less then 10 numbers to reach him. So I had to dig thru my trunk to find my day planner and get the damn number but before I could he comes riding up. He was just a grinning and I was not in the mood. He thought it was funny and I surely did not. Next time he doesn’t sign me in, I’m turning around and leaving.

I finally got to see his motorcycle. It was really nice. I mean I really don’t know anything about motorcycles but the colors where nice. He convinced me to ride and I must admit that I liked it. A lot. I didn’t like the helmet but I put it on anyway. The faster he went the more I liked it. I can see how people get addicted to motorcycles. I wanted to drive it but of course that was a hell no. I’m going to wear him down on that one. After that we didn’t do much. Went to dinner and then I went home because I knew I had to go back to my mom’s house on Sunday morning to finish helping her.

Sunday was the birthday party. It started out well but around the middle I was ready to go. My family is crazy but if you add alcohol to the mix they reach a whole other level of crazy. I don’t even know where the alcohol came from but before I knew it several people were buzzed. After I saw someone walk into a glass door I went inside. My mom’s best friends where inside the house trying to school the younger women about sex and marriage. It was a trip to hear all of these church folk talk about stuff like that. I’ll save what they said for another post. I’m tired of typing.

Hope everyone had a good weekend!