Monday, April 25, 2011

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

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I Think I May Be Grown Up Now

Oh my.
It's been a while, hasn't it?

I can't say that I have alot to write about...well, I do but for all intent and purposes...most of what I have to write is all sort of private and sort of...well, I guess you could say that this time around, I am playing it close to the chest with some of my goings-on.

Ok...so let me start off by saying this...

I feel like I may have done something crazy... You know, something out of character.

Either I turned a wrong corner, fell and bumped my head or...
Whatever. All I know is...
It feels like I kinda grew up...
Sorta. Maybe.
A bit.

You see that living without a job and traveling for the past 3 years sort of had me thinking I could do that for the rest of my life.
Live footloose and fancy free.

I even had visions of me going to some tropical island and finding a old beat down hut to live in while I sold seashells on the side of the road to the tourist. Even thought about wearing a moo-moo like my granny used to wear...all the time.

I was traveling, dating, dining and dancing...flying here and there and literally living from one dollar to the next.
I was living... Yes, to an extent just surviving but all and all...I've got more memories from the past 3 years then some people have in a life time... regardless of struggle or whether I was coasting. I was like a new born baby...or to put it so that it actually means something...I was like a twenty-something year old who had their whole life in front of them and they were young fun and just living for the experience.
That was me...but way past my twenty-somethings.

But then,

I moved down here to the Souf. Met a gang of dudes, fell in and out of love and back in love again, been used and abused, had a pocket full of dolla bills to not having a pot to piss in. I've attended every festival know to Louisiana...with some being "go backs" and others being "stay away froms". Experienced weather I've never seen from 90% humidity to hail the size of baseballs to electrical lightening shows to rain down pours to make my toes curl because of flooding, regardless of how minor it was. I've re-connected and dis-connected with people.
All within 9 months.

But somewhere in there...I turned a corner and lost my way from the spirit of the care-free lifestyle I had.

Basically,
I fucked around and grew up.

Got a "man".
Got a job.
Got a car.
Got a place.
Got some friends.
...and am thinking about home ownership.

I've never wanted to own a home. Those of you who know me...or used to read me know I have a problem with commitment.

Yet, here I am thinking that it might be ok to think about those types of things now. That it's time.

I've always associated owning a home with being locked down. Confining. Commitment and responsibility.
I'm not good with that. Any of that.
Or rather, I wasn't.
Hmmm.

Now don't get this post confused with being for real, for real grown. I still have my moments of total chaos. Or with being uninhibited and without any moral compass.

Oh no no mon ami, I am still that woman. The one most mothers told there sons neva eva to get caught up in.Yeah, I'm still same old Bloopty...

Just with some grown up stuff to go along with it.

I'd liken myself to Ba.rbie but...she's not my complexion and from conception has never needed a got damn thing...yet, she has it all. However, to use her as an analogy... grown up with grown up shit but all and all...I'm just someone to have play with. Not to be taken seriously...nor do I think I want to be taken seriously all of the time.
Everything in life is replaceable...
Even that bitch Ba.rbie.

But for now...
...got me a Ken,
...got me a Ba.rbie sports car (but not pink or convertible)
...got me a Ba.rbie New Orleans shot-gun type of dream home (not quite the dream home...and it's not in Malibu)


Disclaimer: I reserve the right to flip back into old Bloopty mode any damn time I feel like it. One must always remember that Blah Blah Blah is a constant contradiction.