BLACK PROFESSIONALISM- A PARADOX?
Sat. eleven a.m. I make it to my beautician's for my appointment. Right on time. So why don't I get to the shampoo chair till 12:15?
I mean, what is it with black beauticians and being as late as possible? I had to fire my former stylist cos of that nonsense. And she was good. Boy, was she good. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm never satisfied when someone does my hair. I have to fidget with it. Everyone knows that; they don't even get offended when I do that, they know it's simply a part of me. But when my former stylist Kiki did my hair. I was scared to touch it. I wanted to freeze the entire hairstyle till kingdom come. She was that good. When she finally got around to it. I should have known something was up when she had no clients except for me, on a Sat afternoon. But see, that's the problem. She got really comfortable when she got all those clients and then started fooling. Then lost them. I stuck with her for a while but gave up after she made me miss my flight and then the last straw was when she had me come down there and I found out that it was going to be at least two hrs b4 she started on me.
That's my point. It not that these black folks have not been blessed with talent. They have oodles of talents coming out the wazoo, it's how to use it to the fullest that's their problem. They build their businesss only to watch it fizzle out because they overbooked clients or let friends and family run it to the ground.
Yeah, call me racist all you want , but when I have a serious need for anything, a doctor, tax preparer, tutor, I go over to them white folks. They might not like me, but I promise you, they know all about professionalism.
Lynch me if you want, but I've about had it with these Akata folks.

 
UNITITLED
Oh wow, here I am again. Keeping up with these blogs, aren't we? I'm soo proud of myself. Well, anyways, I realized I couldn't, for the life of me, come up with a title for this particular blog. Why? Cos it's such a sensitive issue. For me at least. Well, I found out last month that I have a condition. Per my GYN, it's one that a lot of women have and is very benign. Sure, as benign as can't do a damn thing about it cos trying to rectify it with surgery might compromise my fertility and leaving the whole thing be might cause the same thing. Yeah, yeah, be positive, my ma tells me. Don't let it become a psychological thing or what you're afraid of WILL happen. So yeah, I don't think about it, even though I hear all kinds of horror stories, I'm still not letting it bring me down, cos I KNOW I'm having those little boys. That's a given.
But now, as paradoxical as it sounds, faith for me now is a damn exercise. Doing it is wearing me out. And now, I'm at a place where I'm all zoned out and sometimes I feel as if I've run all out of options.
One day maybe my faith will be restored fully.
I'm still having my boys. Do you hear me, God?

 
THIS NEPTUNE
"Beautiful, that's what he is, he's my favorite man"
I'm keeping my word. Ren begone. But, but, but, what about that Pharrell Williams? I mean, I don't have schoolgirl crushes anymore, hell, I barely remember what they feel like, but I think I'm crushing on this fine Neptune like crazy.
The fact that he's some really sweet eye candy is obvious, but the man's talent is what got me drooling. Move over, Babyface. (Those are three words I never ever thought I'd say) But yeah, Pharrell is the real baby face. I remember thinking when I first saw him, that he was probably one of those B2K age groups. I mean I love Justin T'lake, but I see him as a cute adorable little 'un. So when I found out that P Williams was much older than that, coupla years older than me, in fact, I was stunned. I mean, dude barely looks old enough to drive. He wears his age well. So well.
It's rare to see such a mix of beauty and brains. He's not just a pretty face; he's resposible for a lot of the music we enjoy today, and that's got my respect, more than everything. Specially since he's not as materialistic as as his peers. (What am I saying, Pharell has no peers, 'cept maybe for Chad Hugo, and he's as cool as Pharrell is.
Long and short of it, depite all that money and power, the dude is as unassuming and laid back as any kid in high school. Doesn't flex half as much as he should. Makes the 50 Cents, Dollar Bills, and Master P's of this world seem laughable.
My favorite man's got that ability to bend and twist noise till it shapes into something beautiful. That C. Hugo pardner of his is no joke neither.
So here's to you, Pharrell Williams, Great Neptune. You got me sinking to my corniest level, but may you soar onto an even higher plane than you are now. For you, the entire solar system is at your mercy, waiting to be conquered. Shine on, Mighty Neptune, Shine.

 
THIS IS ME, THEN
I'm sure my girl Jenny from the block won't mind my stealing her line for my heading. I just couldn't help myself, it's so appropriate.
I'm not going to make the usual noise about me taking so long to blog,( though I must pat myself on the back, kinda keeping up the blog even when I had virtually no access to the www.) I'm just going to plunge right back in. Cos I'm back in full swing again, sista. Got me a laptop, and some bad ass server; that road runner is any one who hates slow computers' dream.
anyways. here i am. back on the block. I hereby solemnly swear to blog more regularly. Only laziness will keep me away now.
that said and done. let me tell youthe SHIIIIT I have endured since I last blogged.
That whole ugly bizness with Ren is finally over. And I'm the one who put a stop to it. Or maybe it was fate, sent by God.
See, that Ren, he seemed real content to let things play itself out. You know, the whole" nothing really serious, just let's talk and see how it goes"
I realized it wasn't going to work. I was still in serious danger of getting my ass back in the sling. I mean, the guy was with someone else on New Year's Eve. That got me thinking, even though he swore he was just hanging out with the girls.
So it happens we been talking nicely an' we all friendly like. We talk when he goes to ATL, he promises to call me later in the evening and doesn't do so till almost a week later. Only to find that, I had changed my phone number.
That move, to me, was the final heave-ho, the final act of courage.
That final kiss goodbye. I don't know if that had anything to do with it or not, but I slept really good that weekend. I mean, I lolled in the couch and dozed on and off till two thirty pm. Any one who knows the dynamo that i am know that's really being lazy. huh.
But I digress. I felt really ( pardon the cliche) really cleansed. I felt that it I was finally on my way to closure. That hurdle was over. But it was not to be. Ren went berserk. He blew up my phone at work, when I didn't answer, he managed to patch himself throough to reception. I still ignored him. Then he decided to harass my family members. Theygot frustrated and told me to do something about it, or they would.
In addition, Barb gave me this little speech about we all being human and living together on the earth and live and let live and how not kosher it was to just cut someone out of my life like that and so on and on and on...
so I called Ren and fixed it. Wasn't too cold. not too hot neither.
I talked to him I think a coupla more times after that, then I stopped taking his calls. Just like that.
No fighting, no drama, nothing drastic. Since he didn't blow up my phone as is his MO, I assume he finally gets it and doesn't really care. Fine with me.
So henceforth, I solemnly swear that all the blogs which seemingly are centered on Ren's jackass will be no more.
Instead, I'll talk about the struggles that I'm experiencing now. I'll tell you later.
That was me then, this is me now.

 
okay!
I'm rubbing my hands with glee! I'm finally back on the world wide web, yaaaayyy!!!!!