Hey yall, I’m back in NY. After my trip to Detroit, I turned around and did a quick trip to Houston, and ended up sick and exhausted. But I have a lot to share!

Including:

• Detroit and why I’ll never go back.
   

• Best friends, and why they’re the best.
   

• Why having a sharp mind means you HAVE to get involved (and stay involved), or risk losing the movement to the nit-wits.
   

• Houston, and why I can’t live there (but I’ll def go back).
   

• How my job really isn’t that hard for me to do, and how I BEST get a raise for doin’ it.
   

• How having a pseudo-boyfriend showed me reasons (as in multiple) as to why I don’t have a real boyfriend (and reasons why I’m yet and still in the game).

So, let me catch my breath, get my bearings, and I’ll get to writing as soon as possible. So glad you guys are still hangin in here with me!

*HUGS*

 
Well folks, tomorrow I’ll be heading off to Detroit for a week. I know, I know. Why the hell am I going to Detroit? Not my ideal vaycay spot either, but I’m attending a national business convention that’s being hosted there, so……yeah. Off I go!

 
But the good news is, I’ll be in GREAT company, meeting and networking with some great people, doing some great things, and experiencing the love experience. That’s right, my man, Raheem Devaughn will be performing at the conference. Are you kidding me?? I was SO upset that I missed his performance here in NY, and now he’s being hand delivered to me. I could just spit!

 
There’s also word that Dr. Ian Smith will be in attendance. Lord, that man. He is the quintessential man. He’s also married. With child. *sigh* I can still stare and dream, right?

 
So yeah, I’ll be MIA for a few. I wish I had some posts lined up to publish while I’m away, but……I don’t. Hell, I ain’t even have anything to contribute the last week I was actually here.

 
The 20 Sexiest Black Women over 40 (shout out to Victoria Rowell!) But umm, WHAT??? These women look better than I do at nearly twice my age. Damn shame. While I could hate, I’ll choose to feel blessed that I still have a shot in hell of being super fly yet! They’ve truly given me something to aspire to.

Elise Neal is over 40? Who knew!

Sade is kissing 50…is she really???

We already know Stacey Dash is a beautiful freak of nature.

When did Chante’ Moore and Toni Braxton reach 40?

 

I’m just BLOWN away.

Oh, and I managed not to gain any extra pounds this week. But it wasn’t like I tried one way or the other.

 
I will leave you with one thing. This song by Flyleaf that I absolutely love.

Enjoy!

 

 
This is some bullshit. I’m done with this weight loss shit.

 
How da fuck it take me five weeks to lose 5 lbs, and one week to gain it all back?

 
Its a C-O-N-spiracy. And I’m done.

 
I’m tired of counting, writing, and measuring.

 
Can’t I just live and breathe?

 
Fuck it.

 
So I think I have a boyfriend. At least, that’s what he says. But he hasn’t convinced me to stop dating yet, so I don’t see it the same way.

I messed around and treated a guy to dinner this weekend. I didn’t mean to, but I guess since I picked up the check first, that meant I was paying. I was just ready to go since they took forever to bring the check, so I was tryna hurry up and contribute my part. He didn’t even bother to look at the check, and instead looked at me all gratuitously. Ummm?? Note to self: don’t do that again. Oh, he did try to pitch in on the tip. But uhhh, he took too long to do that; I already had it covered. Let’s just bounce.

I guess I should add that he “treated” me to a movie and drove for the night (which was surely a treat for a notorious driver like myself); hence why I was gonna buy my OWN dinner. But whatever. I hope he enjoyed it, cuz that’ll be the last time that happens.

Then he had the nerve to get cozy in my apt and volunteered (several times) to drop by during the week to bring DVDs for us to watch. Gee, thanks for the offer and all, but ummm, just cuz my place is the bomb, and you recognize this, doesn’t mean I want you there. How bout I invite you first, eh? Tryna be all up in my spot, cuz his place is a matchbox and his TV sucks. I’m cool. Drop off the DVDs, then take your ass HOME.

Besides, the boy friend might be coming over.

 
I’m stingy. Like, for real. At least, when it comes to spending money/time on anyone but myself. I guess that makes me selfish too.

I’m too independent for my own good. Thats what my “boyfriend” told me (not in so many words, but thats what he meant).

He’s right.

But just because I don’t ask for nothin, doesn’t mean I have it all. It just means I ain’t askin’ for it. Apparently I should be asking for the things I want & need, instead of getting ‘em for myself.

Note taken.

My weekend was everything I wanted it to be.

(except for unexpectedly coming out the pocket for dinner).

This is one of those “I wanna do nothing with someone all weekend” weekends. I wanna be locked up in the house…occasionally in the room…with someone the whole weekend, and never leave……their side, anyway. I wanna order in, drink shot for shot, watch movies, smoke a blunt, take a nap together, wake up and chase each other around the house, until one catches the other and gives them something they can feel. Maybe we’ll take a walk to get some fresh air…maybe go see an outdoor concert…maybe crash a barbecue…but whatever we do, we do it together. All weekend.