Speaking of the blog that got pulled, it was speaking on job security; which according to the bestie, is an oxymoron. I agree. There is no job security. That shit went out the window back in the 80's. People who have been with companies 20 and 30 years are being "let go". So if you think it's all good, and your job is secure; think again. One day you'll be there, and the next day you're gone. Bills are getting too expensive and gas is lifting it's skirt again; showing its ass! People honestly can't afford to lose their jobs now days. Although, I feel like I'm being under paid, I'm thanking God every morning for both of my jobs. Play time is definitely over. I must admit that I got comfortable, and slacked off a bit in my job duties and my focus on my job in a general thought. I had been in my "I don't give a fuck" mode for quite some time. Gosh, I guess it's time to start caring again. Lord take the wheel.
My body is aching something serious. When you're intoxicated you tend to do things to the extreme measure. I guess I was moving muscles that ain't never been moved before. I feel it now though!! No real recovery time unfortunately. All activities over the weekend ran into one another, and before I knew it Monday was here again. I hope this week goes by fast, and I'm able to have a smooth transition into the new facility, get use to the new rules and job duties.
Hope everyone enjoys their week ahead. Work hard so you can play later...
What a glorious night...
This is where I'll be each and every Saturday.
Follow the flashhhhhh
Kenya, 1953
Ernest Hemingway on Safari.
Photograph by Earl Theisen for LOOK Magazine, in the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Library, Boston.
"The parody is the last refuge of the frustrated writer. Parodies are what you write when you are associate editor of the Harvard Lampoon. The greater the work of literature, the easier the parody. The step up from writing parodies is writing on the wall above the urinal."
- Ernest Hemingway, "quoted in A.E. Hotchner, Papa Hemingway, 1966 edition, pt. 1, ch. 4 (1966)"
The most astonishing way a person lives their life, makes it so easy for people to try to imitate them. It's funny, because they are really tying to be you, walk in your shoes, live the life you're living. However, no matter how immaculate the imitation is, the person dwelling in their own reality will always be living above and beyond, while the imitates wallow below in the pissy waters of false facades.
Children look up to their parents, big brothers, big sisters when they are still running around in diapers. They childishly mock their older mentors and try so hard to be older than what they actually are. At this stage in life, it's cute! If your grown ass is still running around mimicking people, jacking swags and attempting to be something you weren't meant to be, than you've reached the stage of pathetic.
This shit kills me. Here I am living my life in high definition reality, and here comes some lame on some three stooges shit trying to imitate me in crappy black and white. This shit is not a game, this is life; my life. I wake up every morning thanking God to be able to see the sun shine again. I'm on my grind everyday, busting life wide open and doing everything in my power not to lose myself in some hopeless dream or illusion of happiness. So, "give me back my point of view, because I can't think for you." So stop taking the easy way out, co-writing my life with your parodies, because my life ain't no joke…apparently.
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!"
- Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775
**horrible photos, I know. Taken from my Sidekick ;[**
One of the things we spoke about in the meeting was black people and our pride. I mentioned that I feel that black people have pride in the wrong things. We have pride in our rides, our big homes, our flashy jewelry, and all things adding up to great material value, but we seem to have no pride in our history. Part of the reason why we opted to have this meeting and call it The Black Experience, was to get more in touch with our past. Our individual pasts. How did we get to where we are today? Do we truly understand where we came from? Perhaps if we confirmed and understood our past we could develop some real pride to hold on to.
".. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!"
I wonder what the exact number is of the people who died for freedom. Died for speaking their mind. Died for the safety of their family. Died for the compensation they earned. Died for their last name. Died for the color of their skin. Do you have pride in those who have died for your freedom? I do, because as I strolled through that exhibit I realized just how far we've come, but also how far we still have to go. I couldn't even imagine living back in those times. I couldn't imagine being caged for days on end, because I tried to shield my children from pain. I couldn't imagine being shackled by the feet, neck and hands while red ants were poured at my feet to eat me alive. It was those same men and women who dies these horrible deaths that had pride in something more deep than one could imagine. It were these same men and women who said, "give me liberty, or give me death!"
The storm surge in Galveston was 18-20 feet. You could just imagine how under water the city of Galveston is. People's homes are completely washed away. It will take years to rebuild the city.
Some white dude being lifted by the winds in Galveston. I thought it was pretty senseless to be doing this when he should've been evacuating. I hope he was found later.
Most of the city was in high water status. Some places more severe than others. I was stuck inside my apartment until Sunday. There was no way anyone could have travelled the roads after that.
Saturday was miserable. My cellphone battery was completely dead and I had very little food. The power was out and so was the water. It was steaming hot and the neighborhood was trashed. The complex was gloomy and pitch black once night fall came. Saturday night brought more heavy rains that lasted all night long. Sunday I woke up to more rain. I packed a back Sunday afternoon and made a 2 hour trip to my parents house that normally take 30 minutes. The roads were hazardous and cluttered with debris and flooded with rain water. I got to my parents house around 4:00 and they were sitting in the living room with their feet up drinking cappuchinos. I was too through. I was shaking, hungry, thirsty and hot! And they were parlaying! WITH POWER and steaks on the grill!! I guess it pays to live way out with the white folks in the gated community. Ugh! Uppity asses.
So needless to say, I stayed at my parents house all week. I was on vacation from work and I still enjoyed myself even though I didn't and couldn't go anywhere. Houston at that time had a curfew of 9:00pm. I went back to work on Friday and still did not have any electricity in my apartment. In fact the electricity was off for 9 days. The city was and still is black. The gas stations were horrible. Here are a couple pics from a crowded Chevron station I was at. Spent an hour and fifteen minutes trying to get gas...
I'm thankful that my family and friends are all okay. A lot of them are still without power, but they have their homes in tact and they are in good health and all accounted for. We are blessed and thankful for it. The city is still in a great deal of turmoil, but as the days pass; it's all getting better. I do pray for all the families that were effected by Hurricane Ike. I took the storm for another flop, but the next hurricane I will not sleep and be much more prepared for.
My blogging will hopefully start back up. I missed you guys.
Man, I had one hell of a weekend. Even though I'm tired come Monday morning, I do enjoy experiencing two fun filled days. I didn't go to work this weekend, as I should have; instead I stayed at home. Blah. Anyway, I'll pay for the consequences of that later. After hanging out with my friends and doing things that we use to do back in the day; I came to a few revelations this weekend. The most important one is that having a social life is very healthy and it maintains your youth.Monday, August 25, 2008
Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)
You are not overly excited about working too much today, especially if your heart is set on creating time to kick back and relax. If you are presented with the opportunity of teaching or otherwise playing with youngsters, don't hesitate to say "yes". And in the meantime, keep up the fun activities with your friends.
Sometimes I get so involved in my life's responsibilities that I forget to have fun. I convince myself that I don't have time to goof around or take a break. I will go months cancelling on my friends with outings, drinks, parties or just hanging out. I would rather stay inside my apartment; reading blogs, writing blogs, watching DVDs or chatting on AOL. LAME, LAME, LAME! Well, let me take the blog part back, because I truly do enjoy reading and writing blogs; fuck what anybody thinks about that.
I'm young, confident, focused and single! I have no reason not to be having fun. I am an extreme home body, but I don't want to become older and be stuck in my house miserable. I live in a big city with a lot to do and yeah I have two jobs, but it's still no excuse to commit social suicide. People have been asking for quite some time "where have you been?", "is Mica still alive", "why don't you chill with us anymore?" Welp…Mica is back people. I'm going to start hitting the Houston scene again. My friend network is confidently secure again and I'm still extremely happy with my life. I took whatever time I needed to take to re-evaluate myself and seek the reasons why I have had so many clashes with people in my past. Now that I have my solutions and have redirected my mindset on the human species; I must get back on the road.
So to all my friends whom I hung out with this weekend, thanks for not ditching me totally, loll. We will have many more weekends to come like the one we just had.
After this weekend I will never…
Drink another alcoholic beverage again in my life. Like many people, I've said this many times before, but this weekend was the icing on the cake. It was this weekend that I realized that I'm not 18 anymore. I can't drink until my legs give way from underneath me and truck it to work the next day. Every since I took up the second job, I am scheduled to work on Saturday nights between 5:00 - 9:00pm. I hung out with some friends on Friday night, went to eat and instead of heading home like a respectable young woman; I decided to head to some other friends home and knock back what I thought was only a couple of drinks. I honestly can't remember what all took place that night. I do remember getting up around 11:00am Saturday morning fully dressed (Thank GOD, there have been so many times when I wasn't!) face down on my friend's living room floor. For some reason I still thought it was Friday though and called my day job to tell them I would be in late, but it was Saturday! I'm so glad that my job's recording came on or I'd be embarrassed right now.
I finally made it back to my apartment by 12:00pm and went straight to sleep. I had to set my alarm for 4:00 so that I'd get up for work. However, when I actually did get up for work. I wasn't even hung over, I still felt drunk! It wasn't until I got to work and had to start using my brain to help those whining ass Comcast customers that my head started pounding and I was holding on for dear life. Why were they talking so loud in my ear?! Why were they not in the bed sleeping, instead of trying to watch t.v, talk on the phone and surf the internet? Go to bed! I was talking to every single customer like we know each other from way back! I kept leaving people on hold to go to the restroom, to the break room for coffee and ice. I released so many calls man and I hope they let me back on the premises come tomorrow when it's time to go back.
I didn't even learn my lesson though, because I had a similar night last night and did not go to bed until 5:00am and had to wake up at 6:30am for work this morning. I woke up with my face still plastered to my pillow obviously, because I can't feel it! I have no face this morning! Somebody told me I looked different, I'm like no shit! My face is gone! Go get some help! Time is going so slow!!! I swear it has been 9:53am for the past hour and a half. The clocks are not moving and the room is spinning. This red bull is at a standstill in my system and isn't doing a damn thing for me. I miss my face ya'll. I can't wait to go home and place it back on my head and go to bed!
So after this weekend, I will lay off the alcohol and remember that I'm not 18 anymore. Living an extreme adult life and trying to party like it's 1999 is not a good mixture. It's like Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley's marriage; the shit just doesn't work out!
So tell me after this weekend; what will you not do ever again?
After this weekend I will never...
Step foot in another theatre with my big sister. Now me and this woman are like 2 worlds apart. She is 15 years my senior and is as free spirited as they come. She does NOT give a damn about what anybody thinks. She's spontaneous and is down to ride whenever, however and wherever. But I will be damned if I go to the movies with her again. First of all, when I picked her up she came straight from church and had on what looked like a bridesmaid dress. Don’t get me wrong, my sister is a beautiful woman and was working the dress, but it was definitely not the attire for the movie theatre. So needless to say, people were looking like "where the fuck are they going?" I'm mean mugging everyone who even looked our way.
We called ourselves being like an hour early for A Dark Knight (Batman) and the show we anticipated going to was sold out of course, so we had to wait 3 hours for the next. We sat down and ate in the restaurant inside the theater. That part was cool. It was not until we had to stand in that LONG ASS LINE of people waiting to be seated in the theatre we were going in. So of course I was pissed. People who have ever experienced going to the movies with me know that I have to be on time and I can't stand waiting or I'll go home. EARLY! I'm really picky about my movie theatre experience.
Okay so we're both in line and people are steady looking at my sister in this dress and she's talking a mile a minute, loud and doing some kind of 2 step to whatever song was playing in her head. Lmao! I love my sister, I really do. The whole time, I'm.."Camille, please stop dancing. What the hell song do you hear?!" She pays me no mind. As we are all being herded into the theater like live cattle, we're both excited, but she's so excited she starts dancing more and FASTER. People have no idea what is going on.
So we all know someone who plays the role as an "Ad-libbing extra" in the movies. She has something to say, and quite loudly might I add, after every single break in the film. You know these breaks are the quietest moments so everybody on our row and above us could hear her remarks. Dare somebody to shhh her and it's over. The whole theatre will be cursed out. Never again ya'll. I said I wasn't going to do it again after she thought it was a good idea to bring a huge family dollar bottle of bubbles in the movies and start blowing them on all the people below. I was so embarrassed. The looks on people's faces were priceless. So I love you sis, but we'll have to catch it on bootleg and view it in the privacy of your home.
So I want to know from you; after this weekend you will never…
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