I love Kanye West

aaaaaaaand I think he’s suffering from the ONLY CHILD SYNDROME. I know because I suffer from it. Yes, I walk around the house with a scarf on for no reason. Yes, I take 20 extra minutes to look like I didn’t give a shit about what I had on. Yes, I love accessories more than clothes. Yes, I talk to myself when I’m standing in front of a mirror. Yes, I’ll walk out of the house without combing my hair and think it looks flyer than yours. Yes. Yes. Yes! Get over it.

See as an only child you dont have someone to tell you that what you do or what you feel is foolish. It’s liberating. It’s freeing. It’s damn near scary! But it’s me all day everyday. An only child’s sentiment is if you dont like it then delete yourself.

 

Kanye, I feel you! It’s okay boo. I was just saying that I needed a pocket hankerchief for my jacket. Shiiiit…but your friend next to you…that’s a NO!

HGTV and me?

I blame HGTV. We find ourselves sitting in bed for hours watching show after show about renovations, swapping homes, buying homes and all that other jazz. We start comparing our own likes and dislikes finding out that we pretty much like and want the same things. NO SIDING! NO WHITE APPLIANCES! Next thing you know I want it. I want a “house house”. I have owned before and I was so happy to rid myself of that place so I could move to the next city. I own now but it was more of an investment purchase than a personal one. But now I want to settle into a place as a family. I want to find a place that we call our own. As I started to reconcile these desires with my past ones it got me thinking about how much I have changed. No, let’s say how much I have grown.

I vividly remember standing in my ex fiancé’s bathroom telling her that the life she wanted and the life I wanted were totally different. She wanted to get married, buy a house and have some kids. That plan sounded like the worse thing ever to me. I knew I was not ready to do any of those things with her or anybody else for that matter. I remember my parents telling me that once I fell in love that I would want all of those things too. Well, I waited and waited and that feeling never came with her so I moved on. Most of the women I dated wanted all those things too and it turned me off in the worse way. Yeah, I would stick around for a little bit, but I knew in the back of my head that it was not going to happen. I wanted to travel more and live fast. I remember after school all I wanted was to a certain car, a therapist and a personal assistant.  Never once did my plans include marriage and G-d forbid a kid. Yuck! I wanted to always be light on my feet and able to pick up and move at the drop of a dime. I craved and longed for that kind of life. Kids, mortgages and marriage just seemed like too much of a burden and too much of a load. I was settled in nothing but in the fact that I was not a settler. I was okay with that truth.

The good life

Waking up to the love your life.

Mimosas for breakfast.

Flipping the pancake just in time and it doesnt break.

Eating your favorite food at your favorite restaurant with your favorite person.

Wearing a brand new white t-shirt. Hanes please?

Getting in your car and turning on seat warmers when it’s 30 degrees below.

Having a little money left after you’ve paid all your bills for the month.

Sitting in a suana right after a good rub down.

Sex in the middle of the afternoon (followed by a good nap).

To have your laundry done and folded in your drawer just the way you like it.

To not have to say what you need but get it.

The good life is wanting some things but not NEEDING a damn thing.

 

The good life….ahhhhhh

Nevah Scared!

A black president walking in the streets and he’s NEVAH SKUURED!!! Wow.

Black Love is…

…simply, beautiful!

 

My president is black…

I have to admit to cranking that song up really loud when I crusing through the streets of Atlanta. Even last night the wife and I were doing a little jig to it. There is something empowering about witnessing something like this. You cannot just allow this moment to pass without really celebrating and being in the moment.

At dinner last night we talked about what this means and how we feel about Barack Obama being our new president. It dawned on me then that my excitement is not because he is black but more because he is REAL. We finally have a leader that understands what is it like to get up and go to work everyday. A leader that shops in the grocery store and knows how much things costs. A leader who was raised by a single parent on a single parent income. A leader who knows what it is like to be an outcast and to be different. A leader who understands the challenges of wearing the skin of darker shade but does not let that confine or limit him. A leader that understands that the help and support he received is needed by others.

I have 100% confidence that Barack will lead from the perspective of the common man destined for greatness. He will choose policies that will open the door so that people willing to work and sacrifice will be able to walk in and stay there. There is enough opportunity for everyone.  

The next four years will be tough. I know. But knowing that President Obama is in office gives me a sense of peace and encouragement for what is to come.

Operation Restoration: Day One

So for the next ten days my wife and I are fasting. Our goal is to be healthy in 2009 in all aspects. Being married makes it easy to pile on the pounds. It is something like the freshmen fifteen theory. So we are rejecting the notion that you have to be fat, happy and married by restoring our bodies through fasting. This will be a true test because we love to eat out at least two to three times a week. However, I am confident we will reach our goals since we are doing this together.

I was reading last night that humans only needs a week or so of fasting in order to facilitate the restoration and regeneration process. That is my personal goal. I want to replenish, restore and renew my body from all the damage I do to it. Yes, over the past couple of months I have been going full speed ahead.  One of my goals for 09 is to be appreciative of the gifts that have been given to me. This fast will hopefully give me some time to focus on those things and to really enjoy each one.

Here’s to day one…and not being hungry yet. (smile)

Happy New Year!