SO I was going through my old blog reading some old posts and I came across a comment on this one that made me smile.
2 years ago
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Puppy's case
I couldn't stop seeing the image:
Charlie, lying in the bottom of her cage, bleeding out from her incision, her floppy ears sagging, yelping at the top of her lungs for help.
I rush to her, mopping up the blood with a towel, crying as I watch the life slip out of puppy's body.
I'm losing her. I CAN'T BE LOSIN HER!
---
When I woke up, I ran as fast as I could to the front room, only to find Charlie on her pallet in the corner of the dining room. She was gnawing at a bone, with her squeak toy a few inches away.
I took her out for her morning walk, and got called into work on some breaking news.
It was hard for me to leave the baby home alone. Yesterday, she'd gotten her puppyrectomy (a spay for you lay people) and was a little under the weather. I had been watching her incision to make sure she wasn't playing with or scratching it.
On my lunch break, I came home to get Charlie up for her midday jog. I came in, put my keys on the table and went to the bathroom. I unlatched the cage as I walked past to the fridge, grabbing a bottled water.
Charlie didn't move.
When I got to the door, I smacked my leg, beckoning for Charlie to join me outside. She got up and ambled toward me, collapsing halfway there. The cage floor was full of blood...
Charlie, lying in the bottom of her cage, bleeding out from her incision, her floppy ears sagging, yelping at the top of her lungs for help.
I rush to her, mopping up the blood with a towel, crying as I watch the life slip out of puppy's body.
I'm losing her. I CAN'T BE LOSIN HER!
---
When I woke up, I ran as fast as I could to the front room, only to find Charlie on her pallet in the corner of the dining room. She was gnawing at a bone, with her squeak toy a few inches away.
I took her out for her morning walk, and got called into work on some breaking news.
It was hard for me to leave the baby home alone. Yesterday, she'd gotten her puppyrectomy (a spay for you lay people) and was a little under the weather. I had been watching her incision to make sure she wasn't playing with or scratching it.
On my lunch break, I came home to get Charlie up for her midday jog. I came in, put my keys on the table and went to the bathroom. I unlatched the cage as I walked past to the fridge, grabbing a bottled water.
Charlie didn't move.
When I got to the door, I smacked my leg, beckoning for Charlie to join me outside. She got up and ambled toward me, collapsing halfway there. The cage floor was full of blood...
Monday, March 9, 2009
Hypocrisy?
Radio stations across the country are turning away from playing Chris Brown as he and Rihanna go through this ugly court process over the fact that he smacked her up and threatened to kill her.
That's right, no more "Kiss, Kiss." Don't tell me "Yo." Not gonna be "With You." He's the only one who can "Run It!"
I like the music dude's been putting out, but even I've cringe and change the channel when Forever" comes on (and not just because I hated the song, either). It's out of courtesy for their trials and tribulations. When they're done in court, depending on how he handles all this, I may put him back in, unlike I did R. Kelly.
Too bad I seem to be the only person who put down the Pied Piper.
People spent the 90s making kids to R. Kelly's music. Now, he's having doin the "Bump 'N Grind" wit those kids.
What gives?
He wasn't found guilty, but the most grainy footage in the world showed what was clearly R. Kelly swapping spit (and other bodily functions) with a girl too young to have hair "down there."
But none of that mattered as long as he was putting out "Flirt," "Trapped in the Closet" and "Step in the Name of Love."
Yeah, that hurt to me. We as a people were basically tellin him that it was OK to do what he'd been accused of, and we'd still cop his shyt if it was hot enough. Meanwhile Brandy puts out the bravest (and best) CDs of her career and nobody hardly bats an eye.
What up wit that?
Now CB's being called to the carpet.
Too bad we couldn't have made an example out of R. Kelly. Maybe CB wouldn't be in the studio now putting together his third disc...
That's right, no more "Kiss, Kiss." Don't tell me "Yo." Not gonna be "With You." He's the only one who can "Run It!"
I like the music dude's been putting out, but even I've cringe and change the channel when Forever" comes on (and not just because I hated the song, either). It's out of courtesy for their trials and tribulations. When they're done in court, depending on how he handles all this, I may put him back in, unlike I did R. Kelly.
Too bad I seem to be the only person who put down the Pied Piper.
People spent the 90s making kids to R. Kelly's music. Now, he's having doin the "Bump 'N Grind" wit those kids.
What gives?
He wasn't found guilty, but the most grainy footage in the world showed what was clearly R. Kelly swapping spit (and other bodily functions) with a girl too young to have hair "down there."
But none of that mattered as long as he was putting out "Flirt," "Trapped in the Closet" and "Step in the Name of Love."
Yeah, that hurt to me. We as a people were basically tellin him that it was OK to do what he'd been accused of, and we'd still cop his shyt if it was hot enough. Meanwhile Brandy puts out the bravest (and best) CDs of her career and nobody hardly bats an eye.
What up wit that?
Now CB's being called to the carpet.
Too bad we couldn't have made an example out of R. Kelly. Maybe CB wouldn't be in the studio now putting together his third disc...
Friday, March 6, 2009
But what happened?
I didn't know Ryan was on Facebook until Ray told me.
It shouldn't really be a big thing that he's there and I didn't know it, but it speaks to more than some simple slight. I haven't heard from Ryan in exactly two years, for what reason I do not know.
---
It was CIAA weekend 2007, and I was still getting adjusted to being in North Carolina. I picked up the phone and told Lindsay I was overdue for a visit, and she'd agreed. The trip to Charlotte was on.
While I was getting ready Friday, something told me maybe this wasn't the right time for a trip.I thought about calling Lindsay the next morning to cancel.
Then, Ryan called.
"Hey man, I'm staying at home for awhile," he told me.
"I just moved to North Carolina. Wow," I replied.
"How's it been?
"Actually, I'm supposed to be down there this weekend."
"Great. We should get up while you're here."
With that, there was no way in hell I'd be missing out on this trip. I packed up my car the next morning and headed down.
Ryan and I hadn't really spoken since the previous year, when a trip to New York to visit him sort of brought out a side of me I didn't often see. Maybe I really was jealous of his friendships with others, but I should've never aired his (and our) dirty laundry on the blog.
We caught up at a bar downtown -- where I was hanging with my FAMU peeps, too -- stealing away to an almost secluded balcony where we were able to finally hash some things out face to face. I never really understood why he was as hurt as he was, and he hadn't gotten a chance to really hear my side, but we left that all behind us on that balcony. The drinks continued to flow, Ryan and I mingled with the FAMU peeps, and we parted with plans to meet up before I headed back.
He called me the next morning to say hey, then I said I'd likely come back in the immediate future. After that weekend, I got a call from him saying he'd been thinking about getting back to New York. I told him it was a decision he'd have to make, but I didn't see where he'd been so unsuccessful since leaving the Big Apple behind. But he missed his friends there, so the move was bound to happen.
I haven't heard from him since.
---
My Lenten ritual is forcing me not to find him on Facebook, forcing me to not look for him and ask him why our friendship just ended. Maybe it's the love affair with New York that has him too busy. Maybe the Big Apple brought back memories of me that he didn't want to indulge in.
Either way, I sort of miss the best friend I didn't have long enough in my life...
It shouldn't really be a big thing that he's there and I didn't know it, but it speaks to more than some simple slight. I haven't heard from Ryan in exactly two years, for what reason I do not know.
---
It was CIAA weekend 2007, and I was still getting adjusted to being in North Carolina. I picked up the phone and told Lindsay I was overdue for a visit, and she'd agreed. The trip to Charlotte was on.
While I was getting ready Friday, something told me maybe this wasn't the right time for a trip.I thought about calling Lindsay the next morning to cancel.
Then, Ryan called.
"Hey man, I'm staying at home for awhile," he told me.
"I just moved to North Carolina. Wow," I replied.
"How's it been?
"Actually, I'm supposed to be down there this weekend."
"Great. We should get up while you're here."
With that, there was no way in hell I'd be missing out on this trip. I packed up my car the next morning and headed down.
Ryan and I hadn't really spoken since the previous year, when a trip to New York to visit him sort of brought out a side of me I didn't often see. Maybe I really was jealous of his friendships with others, but I should've never aired his (and our) dirty laundry on the blog.
We caught up at a bar downtown -- where I was hanging with my FAMU peeps, too -- stealing away to an almost secluded balcony where we were able to finally hash some things out face to face. I never really understood why he was as hurt as he was, and he hadn't gotten a chance to really hear my side, but we left that all behind us on that balcony. The drinks continued to flow, Ryan and I mingled with the FAMU peeps, and we parted with plans to meet up before I headed back.
He called me the next morning to say hey, then I said I'd likely come back in the immediate future. After that weekend, I got a call from him saying he'd been thinking about getting back to New York. I told him it was a decision he'd have to make, but I didn't see where he'd been so unsuccessful since leaving the Big Apple behind. But he missed his friends there, so the move was bound to happen.
I haven't heard from him since.
---
My Lenten ritual is forcing me not to find him on Facebook, forcing me to not look for him and ask him why our friendship just ended. Maybe it's the love affair with New York that has him too busy. Maybe the Big Apple brought back memories of me that he didn't want to indulge in.
Either way, I sort of miss the best friend I didn't have long enough in my life...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Make them stop sending me free food!
Pizza Hut and Papa John's and Golden Corral and Sonic.
These are a few of my favorite things.
And they've also been hit hard by the economic downturn. What other reason could there be for them sending me all these free food coupons?
This morning, I woke up to an offer from Pizza Hut: Get a .99 cent pizza on us, it said, just for purchasing one of equal or greater value.
My mind's tellin me nooooooooooooo!
But my stooooooomach, my stooooooomach's tellin me yesssssss!
I'm not going into detail about what it took for me to delete that e-mail. Let's just say I've got a new pair of shoes coming in the mail instead.
It seems like everywhere I turn, there's something going on to get me off track with this damn diet (yes, I'm admitting that it's a diet). Starting on the first day of Lent, I swore off junk food with the notion it'd be the jumpstart I needed to get back on the wagon and lose this additional 60 (now 70) pounds that've been nagging me.
I tried holding out in other areas of my life... no dice.
Then, I tried only awarding myself after I'd reached a certain level... uh uh.
Last chance, for romannnnnnnnnce!
I jumped on the scale after deleting the message, though I've been telling myself not to do that until the end of the week. I'm down 7 pounds since last Tuesday. Nothing wrong with that, especially considering I've only been to the gym three times.
But if I get something that's FREE free, it's on...
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Lol I'm a 1st time reader. I'm dying of laughter in the car blogging to pass time. This post is def funny my nig. Its to many homeless people down south I'm riding 85 north (downtown Atlanta) an I see so many people holding signs. "God bless can u spare a dollar" a dam mess lmao.
Sun Oct 07, 02:07:00 PM 2007