all about thanksgiving.

I was actually happy this year since I got a big turkey from work and decided to cook it and invite my friends. So anyway I cooked a herb roasted turkey and it actually turned well. So I had a nice little dinner with close pals and that was it.

Next day I slept till 3pm...I mean seriously I slept at midnight, so now how can I explain sleeping that long? I woke up not so psyched up and was intending to stay indoors till I remembered that the local church usually has a thanksgiving concert. I dragged myself out of the house and got there at 8.30 pm....the thing had started at 7 pm but who cares. I sat till 10pm then met some galfriends there, who told me the plan of the night. I left church half way...oh well...and I fikad home ate some food, then headed out to this bar/restaurant called Chaucers....now that place is the shit! or can I say the company that I had. I felt like I was redoing san diego all over....my galfriends, and jamaaz and some other chicks who we rocked San D with were there. God Knows I love that crew...oh and the deal is done...we are back to Diego again next year...what can I say....Its one vacation that you will never feel bad or feel like you wasted time. I love San Diego. back to the Friday night...I seriously don't know where this jungu chick came from but I swear I was doing my dance then she comes behind me and I thought oh hell...no prob...so I am dancing raised my hands up grooving down then in a snap second chick lifts my top up to my boobs...kinda like she wanted to grab my boobs...ok now that was crazy and the boys surely loved that but I jumped for a second but I continued to do my thang! Thing is I don't drink so at 2 am I'm usually the only sober person....lol... That is expected with a drunk jungu so its just another day....
The same same place there was this dude who is supposedly getting married and he wants to sleep with as many gals as possible before he does the "I do".Now that's dumb...come on what's the point of kuolewa? Anyway I knew he had a fiance so I decided since he really needs my number and I will not bail, I will give him a run for his wishes...lol... I flirted, danced with him but wasnt gonna give up shit. He needs to grow up.

Anyway I loved the place and the music is also ok...its "white" place but actually they play some hip hop and ofcourse some rock......rating 10 out 10 with the right crowd.

Pissing Moment!

After so many months of talking and planning on getting a new ride, I finally got one. The ride is sweet,I hate to be materialistic but first I was in love with my lovely apartment, then now I'm mad in love with my ride.Seriously. There's not a single thing I can change in that ride. The power, the buttons, the interior, the color, the wheels...I mean everything. I am serious when I say that. However, today came as a surprise. As we all know, I now had to get rid of my old car's insurance and insure my new ride.

I spent the last 2 weeks shopping around for the best insurance rate. From Geico to State Farm etc I shopped all over. So Finally I settled to my original choice. I have Farmers so I went to my agent today and I really did not expect to "Sweat" in the name of getting an insurance discount. My agent had told me I would get upto a 20% of my auto and renter's insurance if I take on a Life Insurance Policy. See I was paying 99 without the Life but with life I now will be paying 88.30. This being a new ride that's a great deal cuz its full coverage , rental car and other perks.Now by all means the Kenyan in me I had to get the discount.

Around 3 pm I rush to my agent's office and the paperwork starts. I have a phobia for paperwork.Lots of paperwork drives me crazy, its too much. She had everything printed out and all I had to do was sign and fill in a couple blanks. Ladies and Gentlemen I got to the point where they I had to write down who would take the Life Insurance payment should anything happen...well I've never felt like pissing on myself. So techinically I was expected to decide what percent I would pay out to anyone on my list. Ofcourse I listed my family but damn....my parents are at home, 2 siblings here, and 1 at home. So now I had to think....If shit happened my siblings who are here would be more accessible to pick the money etc but on the other hand I wanted more cash on my parents..Lets face it. Parents go thru hell raising kids so I want a bigger chunk to them if not all...Oh wait then I remembered damn its just a freaking Insurance. Does not mean I will die but how the hell would I not think of being dead for a minute to resolve the policy pay out incase of anything.

Finaly I left the office happy I got the discount but shit....death?...F that!

Friday shopping

So yesterday I decided its time to stock up on supplies...actually not stock up-get supplies. You know when you keep post poning to go buy stuff just because its a pain. I really hate shopping so the less time I take in the store the better.

Of all days I decided let me go to walmart on a friday evening. Oh Gosh..I live in Texas which loosely translates to having plenty of hispanics around. Even before I ingiad the store there was one running up n close asking if I want Tamales....of course I'm like no..I'm like I don't even know what the f. are tamales.....freak. So I go to the store and its full like hell. I need bathroom cleaning supplies so I go to that aisle and there is a woman with like 4 kids all running up n down the aisle. Let me say I pity women with many kids. Pretty much those kids can drive you nuts. So anyway I move to the next aisle and there's a couple on heat. You those muthas when you have your cart they cann't even move even after you've "excused" yourself. So basically you cann't even check out what's on the shelf cuz they are right on your face. I cann't stand that crap...oh no its referred to public affection.Ok I know y'all love each other but can you let other people shop in peace? So I continue seeing this phenomenon from aisle to aisle till I decided its time to go.

Ok now I fika check out. I swear it was like hell, the line was a nightmare. I did my check out and thanked God I survived another day of shopping. God that was really frustrating. No more Friday nite shopping!

The L o V e got me freaked!

So of late I am beginning to wonder what or who should say the famous "L" word. You see if you are in my shoes its actually something that freaks me out. Funny?....funny not. The word has long histories in me. It makes my little "hairs" stand. Well the word love has been the cause of all the betrayals save for my parents..seriously from boyfriends to "best friends". The only people who've not fucked me up after using the word love are my parents. My mom may be takes a better crown. My mum is the only human that I know that used the word love and caused pain at the same time..ha ha ha. for instance my mum would pinch me hard and at the same time say "this is for my love for you.....If I don't do this, you will end up blaming me later in life" and lets face it. Every kid goes to the supermarket and as soon as mom faces the other direction, you quick to pick s'thing...or may be let me tell you this real tale--Gosh...so My brother and I may be we were 5 and 6 years old at the time, we took kshs200.00 from my mum's purse and went to the local shopkeeper-I forget his name- to buy patco...patco.. yes memories fade but the LOVE I got that day reminds me its "illegal" to take someones property.

So basically, the most emotional pain caused has been made by people who used the L word on me. I know everyone has gone thru this "rite of passage" where someone has to break your heart. However, I think mine left me with some serious injury that I didn't know existed until the word was repeated. I'd rather not hear the word than have to deal with what it brings at times.I have come to fear the word. I actually prefer some one act it until may be I can take in the "L" word later....which of course I don't know when. Ah well I don't know what I would prefer really, all I know is that I need some seasoning to let me accept the word as what it is supposed to mean...the real meaning from The Oxford...really.
2 days ago I was watching Maury show and this girl left her husband five years ago but later she found out she was pregnant with his baby. Maury show watchers know that you always have the DNA test results coming up...yeah actually he was the dad..but what made this gal leave?...she was freaked out by his love cuz she was in previous abusive relationships and in her mind too much love was directly proportional to hurt or pain...freaky huh?...got me freaked! I don't want that but again how do you prevent that?
If it comes from my family that's acceptable but from anyone else I am not sure whether with time my body will stop having this "counter" reaction of fear.

What I should have blogged about but I didnt....

Roger Federer and Nadal- Final Wimbeldon match...I have that game saved...that match was a killer...oh I love Tennis!

See I am trully looking forward to see what's gonna happen at the US open. Truth is Roger Federer is just good. The boy is good and yah after he's done he can cruise on and live the high life of celebrity based on his good looks. Honestly I think Nadal should have won Wimbeldon but the spaniard has a very unappealing cocky sort of demeanor. Truth is he ranks no 1 for me when it comes to endurance on the Tennis Court. That boy got real endurance. So what made R federer win? The aces may be? nothing else. I will have to say that is the toughest Match I've ever watched well save for the longest and painful Djokovic match against Nadal.

I think Nadal having previously played Djokovic for about 4 hrs then goes to play the world number one, making him get a run for his money and 5th wimbeldon title, was truly phenomenal. Federer is just like a big teddy...lol...jamaa cried for winning that match...oh no I dont even get emotional like that but we can let him pass on that it was really a career mark. Holding the Wimbeldon and the US open for 3 consecutive years and the Australian for 2 years at the same time is real huge. The French which is ofcourse controlled by the King of Clay(R. Nadal) is a long shot. Actually I think if Federer wins the French he might retire cuz afterall that's the only major glam slam he he yearns for.... ofcourse that's gonna happen when the fiery spaniard, Nadal,will be out on some serious knee problems.

I love Tennis and I hope one day I can get to watch these major titles courtside. I absolutely love sports n I play my good share of sports so nothing is out of order....just a Kenyan mama keeping it real.

Michael Vick.

Ok he is one of the very best picks anyone would have wanted....now surely surely Michael Vick might lose his career, the hefty 100 mil contract, and all endorsements just because of freaking dogs....dogs....Ngui....what the hell. I have a PASSIONATE hatred for so called "man's best friend". All the freaking animals do is lick people on the face,hump on your feet,give you rabies,fleas and ants, besides they don't have any manners..poop and pee anywhere....oh well I hate dogs and I wouldn't give a rat's ass if all were drowned or shot by Michael Vick and his comrades. Can u imagine this shit- Paris Hilton and her other skinny bitch friend-Nicole Ritchie, drive with suspended licences,Driving while drunk risking a human being's life, and all they get is ridiculous short amounts of jail. Didn't Nicole Ritchie just serve 82 minutes....what the hell 82 minutes!Now Michael is messing with freaking CANINES!!!....damn! I could care less 'bout them dogs.. Kama ni nyumbani familia yetu tungeserve life sentences juu we poisoned and snared dogs if they tresspassed our land....yep. Actually my biggest worry is there is a chance I will not see Vick again on Monday Night Football, a season or let's say forever..why take away talent away just like that and also who the hell came up with "dogfighting charges" I am disappointed.

Of summer and the jeans,the dresses and the skin.

I cannot believe its been almost 2 months since I blogged....damn it is already mid August. Oh well things have been OK and lots of stuff to talk about...I will first address the Texas weather and what effect it has on gals....yes I luv Texas.In fact I adore the Texas weather. You may say 100 degree weather over the summer is nothing appealing but I will have to say it really feels OK. Recently the weather has been between 80-95 degrees Fahrenheit but that is just the temperature. Sometimes the humidity is like 100 so it feels like 110 degrees outside. Well now that sucks ....big time!!! . I have taken numerous trips this summer and of course different cities have different weathers. I really enjoyed Chicago but that is a story for another day...soon though. Spring and summer are the months of temptation at least to men. u see men really think women dress to impress them, but how about I look at the glass of water half empty. My comfort comes first. Who likes feeling like chicken breast on a grill? By general consensus less dress means better aeration and less heat, of course with gallons of water.


Gallons of water or not, warm weather makes my day. I really love the skirts, the dresses and shorts...or is it short shorts. I keep my self dressed to a minimum....decent and legal in most instances. Jeans for one I sport them early spring then through the fall and winter. Simply, its illegal to wear jeans over the summer....at least in my world...I love the skin exposure the simplicity of wearing a thong/pants if necessary and a bra and just sliding a dress. I love that. I personally like the dresses that just fit snugly on the body or just take the body shape. There is feeling of comfort that comes with that. I will have to also give props to skirts.Yes the loose skirts that fit as though u ain't wearing anything. A close friend to the loose body fitting skirt is the spaghetti tops as some call them....no bra...yes thank God for days without bras. I think my boobs aerate the most over the summer.

Y'all get the flow....summer=warm weather=less dress=less cover up= well aerated boobs. God bless Texas weather and God bless the warm weather!

Change over time?? may be...may be not!

So today was a little different than usual. First,lets recap. Last december I went to Downtown Dallas and as fate would be I got a packing ticket worth 30 bucks ! I will never forget seeing that luminous green envelope stuck on my windshield! I wasn't really amused about it based on the fact that I overstayed the office by some 15 minutes. I had put in about 2 bucks in the meter so I really didn't expect it to run out. However, my lawyer is Italian and she is the real definition of bubbly! That woman is so bubbly for a lawyer. You know how lawyers have that tough look that says they are very serious and will really "prove their case"?....yep that look. Ms C. aint like that and thats one of the main reason why I overstayed cuz she also talks too much...

So today I decided I wanted to ride the train pay $2.50, no gas used, no wear and tear on my ride lol... and ofcourse not risk getting a ticket. The last time I rode the train was in 2003...it's been 4 years and the trains have the same damn smell.....ok why why??? There
were other things that caught my attention: There was a mama with 5 kids and they looked like they had just come from swimming or s'thing. The train is like a bus...2 seats then the middle aisle. Kids were seated over 3 seats. Technically there was an extra single seat but as soon as the train stopped I wondered why the white gal quickly damped a bunch of sweaters on the extra seat....ok....kumbe there was a black dude entering the train and yah he didn't get the seat....wait... as soon as the train made the NEXT stop within 3-5 minutes and a white dude ingiad the girl chucked the belongings and she was happily seated next a fellow white jamaa. Anyone from Dallas will tell you its a very friendly city. Until today I was yet to see open racism or so may I call it. The girl was about 11 years old so imagine by the time she gets to 20,30,40.....she is getting from home...don't you think? It was such an automatic act and the mum did not even butt an eye for her to move the stuff away....that's the way life goes...mwana wa nyoka ni nyoka.

Things took a turn when 2 meth infested white jamaas ingiad the train. I aint hating but that was trully something beyond coke...beyond coffee, beyond parkinsons...beyond coke again and yah beyond weed...lol....Haki that was a "Video" moment. I was laughing hysterically cuz men! One of the jamaas for real his mouth and eyes were twitching with an interesting well coordinated rythmical movement. I felt as though I was watching puppets or something..God that was some funny shit...and that's why the damn trains will never stop stinking...the meth infested dirty people who ride in them day in day out...no day jobs...just riding the train. I am so not looking forward to my next train ride.....

Pass them balls

Yesterday was sunday and yes I am a christian. Well I am not as committed as I can, but I try to attend church at least once or twice a month. Yesterday was exceptional because it was a sad preaching but also made me laugh. For starters I woke up with a lot of negative energy. I donno why but sometimes when I get a call from my last ex I feel like I wanna strangle a 1000 chicken. I just donno why I cannot stand that boy. He knows I don't wanna talk to him so why insist on calling me up. I hadn't talked to him in 2 months and then he starts the whole convo of missing and shit. I hate that. I know I disappointed him cuz I told him unlike him who misses me, well I dont miss him. I don't even wanna see his caller ID on my fon. Now, one of my friends happened to be on the receiving end and I decided, ah it would be a better idea to go to church and calm down my nerves! It was a last minute decision so I fikad church about 20 minutes late. Lakini, si better late than never?



The preacher was gonna talk about "Healing the land" I must admit it was an unusal preaching because he showed us a video/movie/documentary on the Fiji Highlands. The documentary was about 30 minutes long. He just did an intro and then a conclusion sort of statement to his "preaching". It was nice overall. Now about the documentary... In the Fiji there's my favorite people- the tribals..ha ha ha...yah remember the ones I talked about a while ago who do the "primitive" things?Nudity really ranked high on my charts. I know y'all got screwed minds ati thinking we were watching the sagging boobs and supported dicks in church...ah no! But what caught me cracking is that, by as late as 2003, if the tribals went to war the enemies killed or captured would be eaten...what the civilised call "cannibalism".LOL! Now here the drama starts- Imagine you went to war, captured say 10 men. We are going to assume only men are captured cuz in the Fiji lands women don't go to war its not like America and other civilized nations which have "equal opportunity" laws and have discriminative laws. he he he. God I love primitive-no wars for life!



So anyway 10 men. Right away what I thought as the tape was rolling was, which part would they prefer? I am a kyuk mama and some parts of the goat meat are only eaten by men or say in a hen only women can eat the kidneys. U feel me? So now I have a human carcass and now begin to wonder.......do they fight for the balls? I mean that's as much a man can get- dare u to eat 6 pairs of balls with chopped dick to be crowned tribal chief..he he he..we can hand them over raw and juicy, smoked or well made. So jamaas one after another yelling- pass 'em balls! stack them up.....who's the maaaaaaaan! pass that flava!



I am beginning to wonder may be I should hit that land....but on second thoughts I am not too willing to walk around bare in the name of blending. Hell my boobs won't even match up to the natives...they need alittle more stretching and appreciate the role of gravity to blend in. Plus they might suggest an easier way which I guess would be hang 10 kids on my boobies every day to sag them out- he he he...not a very brilliant idea..ah well I am still shopping around for tribal stuff...if you have shows that you enjoy and they have a tribal stint in them let me know.

The baby aint cute!

Ok so its been a while since I updated this joint, but it doesn't mean there is nothing to talk about. Actually lets say it this way...there's lots to say. So ofcourse the Texas Lotto is the hardest thing to come by. Its so hard to get any cash from the damn thing I don't even play it...let me rephrase that. Back in the day u know in Kenya how they used to have those competitions and draws splashed all over the Nation. Omo, Kasuku, sijui Kimbo yep and the winners would get a grand prize of kshs 500,000, and the other little prizes like hats and t shirts. I guess I must have sent in more than 100 applications over the course of years. The thing is, my dad was a faithful newspaper subscriber. He gave all sorts of reasons-it improves your English, Updated info.bla bla bla. I always wondered kwani what's the radio and Tv for? I will have to admit however I always used to sprint to the nearest newspaper vendor to see if it was my lucky day.Getting to the vendor was 2.30 mins...back to the house about 30 minutes. Yah cuz the mofos would print 2000 names on one page and there I was tryna figure out if my name was part of the micro print.....Finally I saw the light..it knocked me headfast LOL! I will never forget reading from the King James Version, book of revelation, chapter X- Reality 101..conveniently in red..."gal don't u get it?? You're doometh to worketh for a longeth timeth." I must say that was the devil's voice.he he he. I woke up first thing in the morning and checked out King James.. and to there's no "gal" in that shakespearean bible version. So u can imagine the relief..ha ha ha... Shetani is the only one who gives us negative thoughts....ah well some one has to take the blame. Whatever the case I decided not to rely on so called lotto tickets and winnings. My fate is decided on whether I can probably come up with a state of the art revolution that will send me into "early retirement".

Now, I will have say like I've always suggested at my work place, the fellow mamas suck. I absolutely hate the child talk. Why does every damn woman feel the need to talk about their kids to everyone?I don give a fuck whether your kid is attending summer camp, visiting kenya, taking the bass/piano lessons. I mean fer real. Dont get me wrong- I dont hate kids but I easily get tired of listening to women who keep thinking their child is the only one born on that hot summer day. Yaani this mamas want to talk about kiddos its like mshuto meen! You know how if you have to shuta you cannot hold it... its there....them they have an ever present need-to-talk-about- kiddo mshuto. I will have to say as a mama bila kids, so called child talk I want to talk about it when I get there. I only need the info when I request it... Stop feeding me with kid BS. Stop lying, there is nothing sexy about baby x's diapers, or the ones who are born and they are TRULLY not cute. There's nothing as painful as seeing an ugly baby being branded "aint she/he cute"..ok seriously do we have to go there? Imagine dealing with kid BS before you get your own and when u get your own.CRAP! So mamas with kids-Humble request- If I dont look pregnant, or I don't ask about your kids or I dont have a kid tagging along with me-Please dont talk about kids. Enough is enough. When are women bila kiddos going to Beijing??LOL!

If by any chance any of y'all work with majority males..count your ass lucky dammit...men are bila this chronic problem ..yap cuz among many things-"child talk" will make me request the "golden handshake" p-r-e-t-t-i-e p-r-e-t-t-i-e quick!

My Tribal nature

I think I am a tribal negro...Yah..I know what y'all think...I am this person who never dates beyond their tribal inclinations...ah well.

First let me first say I love that TV show tribal life. I mean how are those men able to hold up those dicks? What is that they tie around the poor thing?..hahaha.. Like really I have always wondered. I love the basic life they live and it looks like 17th century life but it actually amuses me.The only thing I dont like about it is the women who don't have any bras. I hate to say this, but sagging boobs going to the waist are not appealing. I am straight but I find it unsightly. One more thing-I always wonder since the men get to see the boobs all the time, when they have to have sex, is it just a matter of seconds cuz there is no foreplay? I mean the kids suck on the poor boobies all day, and the men probably dont wanna suck on boobies that feed the young ones. I donno the hygienic status or is it freak status? Do they know they can suck on them boobies or are they afraid cuz they have been exposed all day?.hahahaha....I think beyond what I see...in other words I love culture and I am ready to know something new about cultures esp the ones westerners regard as primitive.... its ok for a civilized mama to try and see the "primitiveness" of a different culture...ama?...

Back to my tribal nature...I am a kyuk mama but I will have to say I love Luo men. Not that I have dated any but I find luo men very eloquent and they are just charismatic. I donno whether its the luo thing of wanting to be the best, but the brothers from the lake got their tongue captivating my mind. I find the luo language interesting. I love the stress of the r and words ending in consonants...wow...I just like listening to them luo people talk.3 years ago I did a multicultural class with emphasis on the Aztec. ...Ohhh I loved that. The world is just amazing. I had a portfolio of different pictures taken that would show the Azteca's similarities with current spain. The buildings were quite similar, the shrines...amazing...then that school instructor refused to give me back my one valued posession.... all the same I was not so enticed by the spanish language or Azteca to be more precise..... I would however want to visit that land. I want to go close to the deep culture....I would like to see the stone henge....

The British-One word.....I love that accent.That accent is.....ahh....it's wassup!

Now I have been wondering what has made me have a crush on 3 merus and subsequently gone out with one. Then I figured.....it has to be the same thing.The language ...nope.... The teeth and dark skin combo. A dark dark brother with white teeth appears like they just came from pluto...I donno but I tend to like people with good dentition. I like the combo but that does not over ride the one guy I thought he shoud have modelled. Why lie he happened to be a light skin brother,about 6 1',kyuk, with the best dentition ever created by man. Did I say he also had 2 topaz studs. The brother was just f-l-y and I mean it ask all my friends.....then nigga decides to jet back.I was heart broken but...its a life you let people be....he would be giving Boris Kodjoe serious compe and I had to say beckford aint got shit on him.Damn the brother was fine!

I love cultures.....I love being tribal...but I keep my bra on!

Break to Focus.

In recent months I am increasingly getting pissed by the above statement. In fact I hate that statement. I am tired of men who say this statement. So today I went to a wedding and I met one of my old girl friends. She is in her final semester of her Masters. I mean gal got it going on.She happens to be very pretty too and you would be surprised she's 28. So anyway I'm talking to home gal and she says that she hasn't seen me in a while. She goes further to ask whether I have a dude now...well u know the old adage of people tend to disappear when there's a new person in their lives... but anyway that's a story for another day... so I ask my gal about person x who she was seeing..Home gal says they broke up with the boy in December....the main reason was the bwoi needed a break of 2 months to focus.

Right there and then my hate for the above phrase re suffices. She tells me she asked him what I have always wondered. Why the hell would a man hook up with u, knows your level and then "request" for a time to catch up and refocus. I see it as a man who is in either of these 2 situations
a) Has found another gal.
b) Act dumb enough to think he needs to focus as though he didn't know where the gal was "level wise" when they met.

I have had the same statement delivered. It ain't my fault I tried to do what I had to do early. So for me when I meet a new guy my question is " where are you in terms of your goals? Are you focusing at this time,trying to focus or are already ready to have another full time job(a relationship) as you continue focusing? Dammit ask me my level. I am also tryna get to another level so please if you feel a "level" below when we meet, how about try and catch up before you even attempt to ask me out. See I really don't care about levels but of course men think a woman with her shit or say better shit-read education,$$ etc as a threat. Please! men want an intelligent woman, educated,who holds down a decent job,pays her bills but when the platter is offered the brothers chicken out....and that's another reason why I will never try to figure where the hell men came from...really!

In other words bwois trying to halla at me and they don't know where they stand "level wise" have been having a really hard time...cuz oops I pass.Sorry guys I am not ready for another statement close to I need a break to focus!

Dirty market of punjab.

I will rant and rant and rant.Ever worked in a public company that feels like a privately owned antique shop? The workmates feel the need to go above and beyond to keep the stocks at bay...to keep the money coming...keep the profits in.There is alwayz this son of a bitch who makes your work feel like a guatanamo bay camp. If lucky enough to uphold this environment the son of a bitch is usually doing it with the help of 2 to 3 other motherfucka's who will kiss ass.The kind that is willing to use a long pipe to get drunk on liquid stool..u see how gross it gets?These little bitchez have been working at the joint for a while.They know the material that was used to reinforce the company's kitchen during the last renovation done about 20years ago.They can even tell u the minimum amount of tissue paper the facility needs to be at optimal perfomance. U see these bitchez know their workplace. They are so nosy and that's how they swim across the oceans. They know their fellow old hags and they know who's who, they know the fine details of every individual's insurance policy.....let me break it down like this-these ho's as they are need a job..a real job. Welcome to the world dominated by fucking old Indian women. I miss the days I used to work with men. Everyday was pizza day u feel me?

Lets assume the world shot all these little bitchez in the ass and we had to have them in the hospital...it would be a living nightmare to be taking care of these bitchez.Its called an over turn of power. These bitchez would rather die trying to go next door to find out what color of grand mother panties the fellow ho' is wearing .

I had to rant....vent -rant- vent- rant whichever works better.Lo and behold the day is coming. Nitalipuka kweli kweli. I will make sure they know this young gal has a voice....and oops it stings. Sooner or later I am fixing to change jobs or better still careers. When it gets to a point where you are pushed to the edge its time to rethink...time to make important decisions...time to know what you are and are not capable of handling... and I feel like I am coming to a close end..very very close..

The weekend after Mavs Loss...a spanish dance!

Let me start by saying I have had a great weekend in totality. My week started crazy.I had some bad allergy stuff so I didnt work on thursday...which means on Friday I was off. I had a good night out Friday then saturday was D day.

I went to Dukes on Friday with my friends. This is a bar with a large patio where people just chill and pass time.I had the opportunity to drink free sprite cuz apparently non drinkers can have any non alcoholic drink for free...I love that. free to enter...free to drink...doesnt get any better can it? They closed at 2 and 2.30 , the whole group decided to go one of the pals house where one of my pals jamaa (bf) decided to give me a drank :)- u know that buy u drank song by T pain...... I mean really I hadnt really drank any alcohol in like 1 yr, then I sipped on a couple alcoholic drinks...just sippping. The following day will be remembered the whole of this week.I had a serious hangie like crazy. I woke up , took 3 advils and a glass of water and back to bed. I repeated the same routine 4 hours later and soon it was time to get the saturday night going.

Practically summer translates to 3 main events ALL the time-graduations,weddings and cook outs if not baby showers. All those winter "warm ups" come with a cost. There are just so many kids born over the summer its amazing. So anyway on saturday...sato as we call it, one of my friends was graduating and so I went for the party. I was there for about 2 hours of which I had to leave so I could watch the Mayweather-De La Hoya boxing fight. Needless to say, I was supporting De La hoya, who I have been a long time fan. Last week I already had a major heartbreak. I was just about healing until I had the wounds unravelled. One of my friends warned me I am in for a surprise if De la Hoya wins. He went a step further,advising me to protect my already broken spirit by "crossing the bridge" and support Mayweather. Well, you know once a die hard fan always a die hard fan. Fans dont quit on their team for whatever reason. Oh gracious I wish I did. I mean De la Hoya did alot of nothing on the ring. How do u explain all those thrown shots with less than 30% landing? Aint that crazy? Yes and after all that he walked away with 25 million bucks...yes 25 million bucks. Me?.....ah something close to I was ready to drown all that disastrous weekend in something.

I left the house party where the fight was and went to a local joint for a chill out. If dancing was my professional career, I would be earning may be a million bucks in an year. I mean really. I love dancing. So I danced my troubles out, this night back to my usual no alcohol outings. I had the spanish dance. Ya'll I danced with this spanish guy but he actually would have passed for a white dude and let me confess I have never been challenged on the dance floor like that by a non black person.really.... That guy would go the chini kwa chini thing like crazy. He was a great dancer and I let him know that. It takes me a while to tell someone that but I surely think he deserved it..men! a brother could dance...I dont "meet" people at the club, I dont drink and so a good day to me is when I dance myself out or better still I get a good challenge...that was a good memorable night... and thank God I crashed tired, forgot my heartbreaks and was ready for another day, another week.....

Mavs

I have a special interest in sports. To be more precise I am very passionate about sports. Sometimes I take games very personal. I am a mavs fan but yesterday was a great turn around. This series against the warriors has really changed my perspective about mavs. It seems like Dirk Nowitzki cannot carry on the fire into playoffs. He worked so hard during regular season but only to lose in the first round of the playoffs. Now that was beyond description....embarassing. It was crazy. He did not show a hunger to win. He let the mavs down.
Needless to say, thank God I had sort of turned off my need to get a win from them. I was actually surprised they won game 5 Vs warriors in Dallas. However, I think it was better not be given a bad beating at home,infront of all the faithful 21,300 fans who had shown up on that day. I will still remain to be a mavs fan but at the same time I hope Mark Cuban does some serious revamping of the whole team. I'm tired of watching an unpredicatble team,I'm tired of supporting them....I am ready for my other love football....I ADORE football.
Football has a great sense of energy it instills in my system....I have played high impact sports so I feel as though I'm out there running the football field. I cannot describe how I feel about sports, but all I know is that its part of me.....its my life and I am not willing to give up that part yet....its an intangible love, one that I always protect and seek to keep for a long long time.

Life Life Life

I work in the health industry. If not familiar with this world, there are some serious privacy laws that apply.I want to share some of the most life touching experiences I continue to see/cross in my current career.I have come to appreciate life in a very significant manner.I have also realized I want to tell my story to someone...may be the internet...all I know is that I need an outlet.I dont want to be overwhelmed. I may use initials or just first names for Privacy and in compliance with HIPAA laws.
Last week I took care of a young man.He was in the Neuro ICU, Picture this. 18 year old AA handsome young man who was in good shape just started feeling tired, fatigued and then abdominal pain. He decided to go to the ER and he lost all his reflexes.The boy was diagnosed with Guillan Barre Syndrome. This is a very rare disease and it is possible to either come out of it or not.Your own immune system by mistake starts attacking your nervous system. The diaphram is a muscle and with the progressing weakness he could no longer breath well and was intubated.He is now on life support. He happens to have a beautiful young girl.God plans our life in an amazing way.How many 18 yr old boys have kids? Few. He was actually taking care of his daughter and his girlfriend. I hold life very dear to my heart. I was getting stressed when things dont go the way I want them, but now I appreciate my life.I see the bright side of most things and hope for the better. Eli* I hope you get better. I'm praying for you.

The other one was early this year.This lady in her 50's to be precise she was about 55.My mom is the same age.She was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer.Why.... why does it take you to be dying before they can diagnose Ovarian Cancer...its a horrible form of cancer.You never know when u have it...oh well I had 2 patients that day. Next door was this puerto rican boy. He was 25 yrs old. This boy went to Cancun with his friends over december.Came back and was in his bedroom when he started having blurry vision.Decided to tell his mom and by the time he got downstairs he was already having a serious headache. Came to the hosp and was diagnosed with a stage 4 cancerous brain tumor. Imagine having fun in a foreign land and after getting home you have no idea what life could turn to...... The truth-I was a nervous wreck that day taking care of the 2.The 55 yr old was like my mother and the 25 yr old felt like me.The Indian Lady with Ovarian cancer was a Neurologist...a DR....she died 2 days later..R.I.P. the puerto Rican boy is still living but his time is running out...he's been in the ICU for 4 months now. For that matter I appreciate life,I take in a different way...