Even though we had Monday off (well I did – let me not speak for erybody), this feels like the longest week ever. My work woes make me wanna holla, throw up bof my hands, then bring em back down and smack my crazy co-worker. This week has me being like eff this thing called adulthood. Eff bills. Eff continued car problems. Eff these centipede bugs in my house. Eff working out and tryna be fit. Eff my responsibilies. Nope I don't wanna do it. Don't wanna help you. Or you. Or you either. What I really wanna do, what I really wanna do, I wanna go back and lay on the beach RIGHT FREAKIN NOW!
Ahhhhh but that is not life. It goes on and so do we, just how we it is no mystery...* But this week has me thinking about what we put weight on. How the things we dwell on probably will be of little importance in life’s overall timeline. How what we think matters so much at the time will barely register years from now. And if it does, you be like, "I was trippin off that?!? What was wrong with me?"
This week I thought about how I used to work for a crazy woman who lived in DC, but one day claimed she was stranded at Reagan National Airport. Yes, you read that right. No it didn't make sense then and years later it still don't. And it made me realize in the midst of my current crazy how far I had come.
Back then I truly hated my job. Not just the people. The whole job. I was living at home. Waitressing at the skrip club on the weekends. Dating some dude who is now engaged to another chick. Ha! But what did I focus on back then? The crazy. The totally insane. The negative. The stressful situation. The complaints. The I needs. The 'get me the hell outta here', please and thanks pleas.
It’s what we do. Get bogged down in the details of life. Let the daily grind wear us down. Sweat allll the small stuff. Focus on the tears. Forget the things that make us smile. Shoooottt...forget to even smile.
But last night after I cooked myself a tasty meal and enjoyed being a couch potato, I stood in the front of my bedroom mirror with a hairbrush in one hand and channeled my inner 12 year old to Willow Smith’s new song ‘Whip My Hair’. Ok. I know. It’s not the best song ever. But it’s catchy and cute. And I, Rum Punch, whipped my hair back and forth, and did the wop, and almost gave myself whiplash. And in those three minutes I was carefree. Laughing. Unburdened. Shoved adult things aside for a few moments to just breathe. Sing. And whip it. Whip it real good.
That’s my time y’all! Happy Rum Punch Friday!
*I really loved Empty Nest back in the day. NBC had a good Saturday line up back then.
Go 'head and whip yo' hair back and forth at your desk! :-)
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
it's yours to lose
sometimes in life, the stars are aligned and preparation happens to meet opportunity and cue Nas "the world is yours"...
So given the DC primary is next week - the defacto mayoral election, I have to wonder is hubris Mayor Adrian Fenty's downfall? Mayor Fenty, as a native Washingtonian, how could you not be a pupil of DC mayoral politics? Yes, it is about results, but folks have to feel good about the results. Your constitutents have to feel like THEY HAVE OWNERSHIP of those results even the "good" results. And not just the oligarchy, hermetic elite, and/or the gentrified transplants. Speaking of constituents, did you forget the demographics of your city? Fool, it hasn't tipped over yet!
But the real question is who are your pollsters? Where are your trusted confidants? Some sources claim you wouldn't listen, given your hubris that's plausible. How is it that four years ago you claim every ward in the city, and now can't even stake claim in your home turf? And to think if you fail next week, there is no one else to blame. Fool, don't know your political hustle is about the work you put in. Remember, you beat Linda Cropp beacuse you excelled in pedestrian politics (i.e. knocking on doors, meeting residents on both sides of river, etc.). You appeared operative word that you cared, espoused empathy and in contrast to your formal challenger Ms. Cropp you coerced the narrative framing her as aloof and distant.
Anyone who is contemplating living in DC or currently lives there should know this: DC is on par to be that da$$ city. There is no rewinding of the clock, so rest assured if Fenty does not win there the city is not going backwards. The Mayor's contendor, Vince Gray, will maintain the tempo. He has too - he has no other choice. All Gray can do is facilitate cosmetic changes to his or his constitutent's preference hint-hint.
You can only understand the depth of Fenty's fall from grace, when a DC resident also Fenty supporter expressed his perspective about Fenty's opponent, "How can people vote for a man whose never articulated a policy before, never uttered anything?" That's the way the cookie crumbles my apologies for the colloquial speak.
Bellini, What about Rhee and the state of DC education... folks that's another post. Promise to break it down next week...
cheers,
Bellini
P.S. DC 101: Folks never understood how former Mayor Marion Barry got reelected. 'cuz Barry knew his constituents and was well aware that demographics were still in his favor.
So given the DC primary is next week - the defacto mayoral election, I have to wonder is hubris Mayor Adrian Fenty's downfall? Mayor Fenty, as a native Washingtonian, how could you not be a pupil of DC mayoral politics? Yes, it is about results, but folks have to feel good about the results. Your constitutents have to feel like THEY HAVE OWNERSHIP of those results even the "good" results. And not just the oligarchy, hermetic elite, and/or the gentrified transplants. Speaking of constituents, did you forget the demographics of your city? Fool, it hasn't tipped over yet!
But the real question is who are your pollsters? Where are your trusted confidants? Some sources claim you wouldn't listen, given your hubris that's plausible. How is it that four years ago you claim every ward in the city, and now can't even stake claim in your home turf? And to think if you fail next week, there is no one else to blame. Fool, don't know your political hustle is about the work you put in. Remember, you beat Linda Cropp beacuse you excelled in pedestrian politics (i.e. knocking on doors, meeting residents on both sides of river, etc.). You appeared operative word that you cared, espoused empathy and in contrast to your formal challenger Ms. Cropp you coerced the narrative framing her as aloof and distant.
Anyone who is contemplating living in DC or currently lives there should know this: DC is on par to be that da$$ city. There is no rewinding of the clock, so rest assured if Fenty does not win there the city is not going backwards. The Mayor's contendor, Vince Gray, will maintain the tempo. He has too - he has no other choice. All Gray can do is facilitate cosmetic changes to his or his constitutent's preference hint-hint.
You can only understand the depth of Fenty's fall from grace, when a DC resident also Fenty supporter expressed his perspective about Fenty's opponent, "How can people vote for a man whose never articulated a policy before, never uttered anything?" That's the way the cookie crumbles my apologies for the colloquial speak.
Bellini, What about Rhee and the state of DC education... folks that's another post. Promise to break it down next week...
cheers,
Bellini
P.S. DC 101: Folks never understood how former Mayor Marion Barry got reelected. 'cuz Barry knew his constituents and was well aware that demographics were still in his favor.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Headline News?
Maybe the solution is that I just shouldn’t watch it anymore, but I am getting sick and tired of the news media opining about these mid term elections! Oh the Democrats are in trouble! President Obama’s approval ratings are down. The Democratic incumbents are becoming the underdogs. Enough already! Who gives a beep?!
Haven’t we heard all this flim flam before when Baby Bush ran things and the Republican majority was ousted? How about under the Clinton Administration and there was this whole movement to return to conservatism? Why is this even news? Well actually I get why its news because it’s all about the Benjamins what! And that’s what they want me to care about-but I don’t, I really really don’t like for real! There ain’t nothing new about this story of whose going to control the government, it isn’t going to be me or my friends anytime soon so, yeah next! Dare I say I’d prefer to hear the standard news fare of a missing white kid, how it’s anti-American to be against illegal immigration, or heck I’d take a nice story about how the South will rise again. But alas, I feel like the media is insulting my intelligence by shoving these pundits and experts in my face, sans crystal balls, to tell me what’s going to happen next. Say whaaat? The best these folks can do is spectulate and I can do that without being in the business of politics and tell you that the Republicans will rise again!
Now for my close up! How do I know? Because that’s what always happens. The economy goes up and down. Sometimes we feel like saving our planet, sometimes our water bottle ends up in a landfill. Sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I don’t. At the end of the day, or at least around 7ish I need news that I can use. Like tell me where the cheapest gas is at! Tell me how I can convince my bosses that I don’t have to come into the office-like ever again! Tell me how to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.
So why don’t I just turn the news off? I guess because I am a stickler for weather reports and their “Do They Really Do That” segments. And I don’t want to be the bumpkin who doesn’t know what’s going on in this here world of ours, or at least not know what everyone else is talking about. But I think this morning whilst getting ready to wheel and deal with my workmates I heard them diss President Obama once again, and blame him for why the Democrats are on shaky ground right now, and that was my tipping point! I just had to audibly say-to no one in particular because I live alone-Really? Because in my humble opinion what’s happening now has no direct cause or effect, it’s just time. Just like always, its time for a change. I am so tired of the sensationalShirleySherrodgateNoonebotheredtochecktherest/
of.the.tape?! type of news they are trying to get me to buy into. I just want to know if the latest George Foreman grill will make my food taste like I studied at Le Cordon Bleu, is that too much to ask?
See You In Seven
Haven’t we heard all this flim flam before when Baby Bush ran things and the Republican majority was ousted? How about under the Clinton Administration and there was this whole movement to return to conservatism? Why is this even news? Well actually I get why its news because it’s all about the Benjamins what! And that’s what they want me to care about-but I don’t, I really really don’t like for real! There ain’t nothing new about this story of whose going to control the government, it isn’t going to be me or my friends anytime soon so, yeah next! Dare I say I’d prefer to hear the standard news fare of a missing white kid, how it’s anti-American to be against illegal immigration, or heck I’d take a nice story about how the South will rise again. But alas, I feel like the media is insulting my intelligence by shoving these pundits and experts in my face, sans crystal balls, to tell me what’s going to happen next. Say whaaat? The best these folks can do is spectulate and I can do that without being in the business of politics and tell you that the Republicans will rise again!
Now for my close up! How do I know? Because that’s what always happens. The economy goes up and down. Sometimes we feel like saving our planet, sometimes our water bottle ends up in a landfill. Sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I don’t. At the end of the day, or at least around 7ish I need news that I can use. Like tell me where the cheapest gas is at! Tell me how I can convince my bosses that I don’t have to come into the office-like ever again! Tell me how to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.
So why don’t I just turn the news off? I guess because I am a stickler for weather reports and their “Do They Really Do That” segments. And I don’t want to be the bumpkin who doesn’t know what’s going on in this here world of ours, or at least not know what everyone else is talking about. But I think this morning whilst getting ready to wheel and deal with my workmates I heard them diss President Obama once again, and blame him for why the Democrats are on shaky ground right now, and that was my tipping point! I just had to audibly say-to no one in particular because I live alone-Really? Because in my humble opinion what’s happening now has no direct cause or effect, it’s just time. Just like always, its time for a change. I am so tired of the sensationalShirleySherrodgateNoonebotheredtochecktherest/
of.the.tape?! type of news they are trying to get me to buy into. I just want to know if the latest George Foreman grill will make my food taste like I studied at Le Cordon Bleu, is that too much to ask?
See You In Seven
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