Archive for January, 2010
Jan 10
22
This is a deviation from what has become Friday Funk but I must pause and share all this gloriousness with you. It would be wrong not to.
Funky Cold Medina
Why are white people compelled to line dance? We MUST dance identically and judge each other for deviating from the approved dance moves.
Jan 10
18
Michael and I got “Boooo”ed at Wal-Mart for sporting our Saints gear.
Twice.
Twice.
I had on my Shockey jersey; Michael had on his WHO DAT t-shirt (gotta get this boy a proper jersey!).
Why Shockey?
Dat’s why.
The first half of my day Saturday was spent volunteering at the Houston Public Library warehouse.
This was my first visit to the warehouse and I was as nervous as a whore in church.
I wanted to help AND be a part of the library “in” crowd.
The “in” crowd being aged 70 and older! There were canes and walkers and hover ’rounds all over the damned place!
I was the youngest person there.
Well, except for this one guy who gave off a heavy serial killer vibe who never really looked at me but, rather, shot quick glances from under thick, black lashes.
I was given a brief tour by a lovely lady named Monica who, you could tell, was trying to find the best place to put my able hands to work.
When I told her that I was from New Orleans and had moved to Houston after Katrina, she exclaimed “GREAT, we’ll put you in African Studies.”
What – the – fuck.
You saying ‘coz I’m from New Orleans I have a certain familiarity with the blacks? True, yes, but it don’t make it any less inappropriate.
While I wouldn’t say that I had fun, it was easy to see they need sturdy hands, a strong back and someone who is not afraid to get their hands dirty.
Well, you got it.
Next time though, next time I’ll take an allergy pill BEFOREHAND. I walked in the door and immediately sneezed.
The second half of my Saturday was spent watching the Saints game (WHO DAT BITCHES!) while cleaning out our bedroom closet.
I gathered 8 bags/boxes of items that we then delivered to Goodwill.
Sunday, after delivering the bags/boxes to Goodwill, I cleaned the bathroom and linen closet.
With bleach.
So now I smell bleach with every breath and taste it with every swallow.
Powerful shit that there bleach and boy howdy it sure does the trick!
So kids … what did you do this weekend?
Surely nothing as fun as being “boooo”ed at Wal-Mart.
Jan 10
16
It has been ten months.
Boy-o-boy though, how I wish I could fall into the arms of my former mistress.
Mistress Nicotine.
No matter what, I will always love you.
