364: sweatin' as an oldie

to quote adele givens in Beauty Shop "it's hotter than a jalepeno's coochie out there"!

i just got back in from giving my neighbor a ride to sam's.

the car was parked right in front of our building, we hopped in and had the air going full blast, hopped out at sam's and swooshed our way into the air conditioned building to shop, burst out the doors and right back into the car.

now tell me why my clothes were soaking wet when i got in my door?

sweating is good i know, to release toxins and what not. but i still don't like it. partly because it makes me use extra water (for showering and drinking).

but i guess it has its place in a good weight reduction program. not that i'm officially on one but a sista is trying to lose a few inches before we go to Disney.

hmmm... maybe i'll do another apple fast or two before we haul it outta here.


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172: way past my bedtime

i really should be sleep but i'm not even sleepy yet.

guess what i'm doing y'all. (besides typing this, i mean.) i'm checking out other people's blogs. specifically, i'm checking out all the blogs on the Crazy Hip Blog Mamas blogroll. i'm still on the A's y'all and i've been at it for 2 days now.

but i'm taking my time. i'm reading at least 3 posts per blog, to see if the blog touches a nerve, makes me feel some sort of kinship, or moves me in some other way. then i'll leave a comment or two; maybe more.

i really do need to get to sleep. baby bliss and i are 'sposed to make it to the 10:30 free movie later. if i don't get at least 4 hours sleep, i'll be nodding off during the movie.

on a totally different topic, my scalp needs a good scrubbing. i don't know why it's gone all itchy on me. there was a time i could go weeks without washing my hair and it never bothered me.

maybe this is cuz it got used to being shampooed every other day or so?

45: kids...

originally posted Wed., Oct. 25, 2006; 1:20 p.m. EDT

just this morning, my tween daughter said something that reminded me that she really is just a kid. this munchkin--who has been on the planet just about 1/4 of the time i've been here--is a know-it-all and can usually tell me why and how in several verbose sentences filled with 3- and 4-syllable words.

we go toe-to-toe daily--on topics like why one should (or should not) take care to brush bedtime lint from one's hair before presenting oneself in public, why sleeveless dresses and flip flops are/are not appropriate clothing for 40-degree temperatures, and the ever-popular why one should/should not brush one's teeth for more than 20 seconds per session.

she has a tendency to present her arguments with the shrewdness of Marvin Belli so when i heard something so... elementary-schoolish come from her lips this morning, i was shocked back into the real world.

(she's getting ready so we can go out as soon as i'm done with this. and even as i'm typing, i hear her toothbrush whir for 10 seconds. "that's not long enough", i shout. ok... she added another 10 seconds. next it's, "did you brush your hair?" no. she goes back into the bedroom and comes out with a headband on, in 3.5 seconds.)

any way, back to the topic at hand.

she was about to put on one of her favorite movies, "13 going on 30" when i heard her say, "mommy, you know most people don't understand this movie. they just don't get how a girl can go from 13 to 30 (finger snap) just like that."

i had a deja vu moment, feeling as if we'd gone back to the days when my word was gospel to my daughter's ears.

then i had a sudden flash back to an incident that happened last night...

my daughter and i were in wally world, picking out the appropriate congratulatory greeting cards for friends and family members. my daughter came across one that she thought was perfect for me. i watched her laugh hysterically as she read and re-read the card, peeking at me several times to make sure she had my attention.

she (laughing uncontrollably): mommy! this card is perfect for you. oh my God!
me: what? lemme see.

she: here mommy. (still giggling like a hyena)

she handed me the card and i checked out the illustration first. i love interesting illustrations and i took in every detail--mostly to see if there were any subliminal messages--before i read the actual text. this one was nicely done but nothing spectacular.

the cartoon depicted two women, seated on opposite sides of a small round kitchen table. a round birthday cake with a slice missing was in the middle of the table. the missing slice lay on a dessert plate beside the cake dish. the women were half-smiling and each had a steaming mug in front of her.
i checked out the front caption: Only the good die young.

then opened it and read the inside: Bitches like us live forever. Happy Birthday.

my mouth dropped to the floor and that lil crumb snatcher laughed so hard she almost peed her pants.

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12: the gliterrati

12: originally posted Oct., 30, 2005; 8:35 p.m.

7:30 p.m.

why is is that people are so outraged/disgusted/furious when Britney Spears, Tom Cruise, Janet Jackson, and the rest of them folk do their thang?

so what if Janet was sunbathing naked? was she on private property or was she booty up in the middle of Wilshire?

if Tom Cruise has "derailed" Katie Holmes' career by knocking her up, that's a his and her thang. is the sista over 18? yeah? then i think she's able to make her own decisions. so what if the rest of the world don't agree?

and if Britney and Kevin never brush their hair or wash their butts ever again, why is it a mortal sin? cuz other people think they should? and if he spends her into the po' house, then she must be allowing it. maybe the sex is so good it blinds and deafens her to the ching-ching of her coins being siphoned into his coffers. she got a momma! if her momma ain't looking out for her why is the general populace so up in arms?

why do people feel celebrities should be held to a higher standard than the rest of us? is it because people generally live boring lives and feel the need to mind every body else's business?

probably. i guess that's what makes the internet such a fun place to hang out.

but when folk seem to think that this actor or that actress owes them some great debt of Morality by Example, they need to think again. these people are just people. they aren't gods or goddesses. except in the minds of those who need to get some business of their own.

when people get upset because their kids saw a naked nipple or a flash of cooter, they need to ask themselves why. my daughter saw the flash of boob and she didn't freak out. she laughed. and so did we. i breast fed my daughter. she knows what nipples are.

it's highly likely that children learn the most from the people they spend the most time with. if it's Tom, Janet, Britney et al, then someone is letting their rug rats spend too much time watching telly when they should be spending time with live people. my daughter admires ME, her momma, not some stranger she sees on telly.

sure, she likes to see all the hip hop divas and sundry singers when she gets the chance. but mostly she doesn't know who those folks are cuz i monitor what she watches on telly, what she listens to on radio, who she hangs out with, and what she wears when she leaves my house, with me!

so i say to Janet and the rest of 'em, ROCK ON. do your thang. sunbathe nude, pee in the bushes while walking your dog (Matt LeBlanc), flaunt your uncombed hair for the pooperrazzi, smoke enough crack to finance 10 college educations (Whitney and Bobby), and it ain't NO body's business if you do.

yeah, i know. people who buy your music/go see your movies 30 times/write you a gazillion fan letters/swoon at your concerts think they own you cuz they've contributed time and $ to your overflowing coffers.

to those people, i say this: if you don't like how they livin' then cut 'em loose!

don't go see their movies.

don't buyed their crack-infused CDs.

don't go to their tit-revealing concerts.

boycott them.

or just shut the hell up.

that's a wrap.

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