Hearts & Cars

I came back from the best California trip that I have had in a long time. Not so much that I did a lot or that I saw a lot of people. I did see my father and I did see my boys but I also spent time with a very good friend and got to show him around SF…and although we have travelled from coast to coast and parts in between…a part of my heart was left in SF. *the rest of my hearts are on my FB page*

Speaking of travelling, he bought me a car…well two but we will get to that in a minute. So he buys the car from Philly. At the last minute he decides he wants to fly up there and get the car and make it a roadtrip back to NOLA.
*I kept forgetting to take pictures as we hit every state so I only have a few, boo*
I’m down.
We fly out of NOLA at 75 and sunny. We wake up the next morning in Philly and it’s snowing…what the frick is that about! I haven’t even been gone a full year but act like I have forgotten what snow was. I didn’t dress for snow nor was I mentally prepared for cold, that’s all I am really saying.
We pick up car and hit the road…we end up in Charlotte, NC to rest our heads have some eats and listen to some music…back on the road next morning and we make into Atlanta to get some gas and some eats…as we are pulling back on the road I look over and see this car shiny little sportscar sitting in a car auction lot…we stop. We get out to see it and as we are walking up to it, the owner is pulling into the lot with a trailer on the back. Apparently the owner had purchased the car the night before and he was on his way to hauling it to his own car lot. Mister asks me if I like it, I say yes, and Mister buys it for me. So now here we are in Atlanta with two cars and I am trying to get rid of one. A week later the Passat is sold and we’ve made $1500 more than we bought it for.

Mister’s “hobby”…he flips cars the way that people flip houses. He goes on e.bey and bids on cars, buys them, then sells them for their blue book value rather than the lower amount he paid for. *must be nice having reserve just for a hobby like that, hmmm, whatever...I ain't hatin' 'cause HA, I gotta car beeeches!* I suppose he could do that with going to car auctions like most people but that’s too time consuming…although the auction is a good place to get them because my cars blue book is $4k more than we paid for it. Believe me, he’s been trying to get me to sell my car so that we can get that extra $4k…so far, no. And tho, I’d like a 4-door car, I think I look cuter in my speed-racer.

With the hair issue I have going on, the no ass having, and the saggy chi-chi’s…I think I need at least one shallow attribute, feel me.
I mean I have cute feet and what not 'cause they're all little and stuff...but if they start to look anything like my aunties feet when I get older than I am truely ass out. Shhhh, don't eva tell her (them) I said that...

My hair fell out. It mostly just broke off but some hair actually did fall out and so…it’s thin and short. My hair has always been my “pride” so to speak. Now it’s just…well let’s just say I am not taking anymore pics anytime soon. It will take at least a year for my hair to get good and another half a year for it to be long and luxurious… if it ever does. Maybe it’s stress or maybe it’s just me getting old…or God forbid…maybe it’s some sort of karmatic lesson about pride and humility.

Speaking of God…went to church today and heard the “word”. Apparently, being urban is not just for the streets of New Orleans…it’s for the pulpit also. Whatever women’s day crazy lady speaker they had, she came across a little “damaged”. She actually said “that negro never did anything for you anyway!”… she was trying to emphasize freedom and letting go of whatever you had in your life that had you bound. She had a good lesson…had she stayed focused.
She didn’t.
Which (I think) could have been sort of discouraging for some of her congregation… Just saying, if you have young dredded-baggy-pants-haven’t-shaved-in-a-month-coulda-been-out-robbing-your-house-while-your-preaching young man coming to church…the last thing he needs to hear is another black woman…or person…telling him (and those like him) that he’s no good. I’m pretty sure he is faced with that negative stereotype every day of his life, he need not have to walk into a place of love and "non-judgement" and hear it there too. But what do I know, I barely go into a church much-less pick up my bible and study it word for word.
*don’t get that confused with me not knowing the word…grew up in the church dang near 7 days a week and went to a “Christian” school, married a pastors son and was the daughter of a minister*

This past weekend I went to the Mississippi Crawfish Festival, I am not a crawfish type of chick but I went just because it was something for me to do… the next two weekends will be the Jazz & Heritage festival. I will be in Houston this coming weekend so I won’t make that one…but the following weekend is the one I want to go to…Lauryn Hill will be performing.

I guess I have more things to tell and lord knows I have a gang of pictures...I'll be back