Thursday, September 30, 2010

25 - A First

**Happy Birthday thummyb**

Let's talk about my first plane ride.

I was going to see a friend who lived in Memphis. We were bffs in grammar school and then her dad's job moved them to Memphis. This was customary for her, she'd lived in Dallas, Houston, LA, Chicago and then Memphis. Her family was in LA during the riots. Womp.

So anywho, this was before September 11th, but I vaguely remember my mom still couldn't come all the way up to the gate with me. She kept telling people it's her first time flying. I was young, but I grew up pretty fast because I had to, so I didn't consider myself young. I was, however, embarrased.

Then they had the nerve to put me on a little rickety one seat on one side and two seats on the other plane for my first ride. I remember I was listening to Brandi on my CD player and the flight attendant came over and kneeled and was like "you can't listen to that right now, but you can turn it on later"

She was so nice and sweet and I was thinking "Can you move, people are staring at me weirdly now."

Then we had turbulance and like any pre-tween I held onto the seat. Everyone in my section turned to make sure I was ok. I was such a little twit, I was just like I'm fine, stop staring at me. No teenager likes to be put on display (yes, I'm using pre-tween and teen interchangeably because I don't know how old I was).

Anywho, the flight was short and uneventful and I was never scared of flying, just hadn't done it yet. After that ride, I knew flying was something I could do all the time.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

23 - Something That Make You Feel Better

Peanut Butter Chip cupcakes from Sprinkles. LAWD.

Monday, September 27, 2010

22 - Something that upsets you

300...

That's the number of murders that there were in Chicago in 2010 on the day I wrote this post. Google it, I bet it's much more now.

That's 1 or 2 murders each and every day and this is just the city. This says nothing of the depressed suburbs like Harvey and Maywood that have just as much violent crime, but in a much smaller area.

Yep, 300 upsets me.

Friday, September 24, 2010

21 - Another Moment

Another moment. You're welcome.


Thursday, September 23, 2010

20 - This Month

This month is September.

- A whole heap of my homies went to NYC for Labor Day. I didn't go to keep some money in the bank, but it's fortunate, because I was really sick at the end of August. I had a case of you-do-too-much otherwise known as a lingering cold.
- Both of my best friends' birthdays are this month
- My little brother's birthday is this month
- By the time this post I likely will have already taken a work trip this month (Boo! I was really trying to stay on the ground in September, but whatever #moremiles)
- When I see 9 as it refers to September I see it in the color green, light green, seafoam. LOL! (I actually see all the months in colors... I should do a post about that)
- This month has been phenomenal for me mentally because I've traveled for work a lot less and spent a lot more time with friends and family.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

19 - Something You Regret

Dang. I don't want to talk about regrets. Boo!!!

Alright, I have plenty of regrets. You know better and you do better and you live and learn and all that jazz.

On my study abroad trip there was about 18 people from the U of I. There were only two black people: me and another girl. She was African-American, but English wasn't her first language. She may have been from an island, I'm not completely sure, but she was misunderstood a lot because we couldn't figure out the meaning of her sentences and then she would throw a hissy fit when someone who spoke clearer English said the same thing she was trying to say.

I can't remember my other beefs with her (I should pull out my journal from Spain and see if everything I thought was so bad then is still so bad today, I doubt it). I pretty much let her have it in Spain at every opportunity. Looking back, I see that it's not my place to put others in their place. If she wants to have an attitude, let her have it. Sure we were in close quarters and HAD to see each other every day, but my voice, strong as it is, may have turned others against her and I can only imagine what it feels like to be in a foreign country and feel like the people you came with don't like you.

At the time, I couldn't care less, but looking back, I feel like I ruined parts of her experience and I regret that.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

18 - Your Favorite Birthday

My favorite bday was 25. I'm a year younger than most people who started high school and college with me, so when I turned 25 most of my homies were turning 26. To say that Miami, New York, Vegas, LA and D.C. had already been "done" to bring in 25 is a gross understatement. They had been destroyed, broken, killed, murked, whatever you want to call it.

So I decided for my big 2-5 I'd do it a different way. I'd take a chill trip. So I rented a house in Phoenix, invited a whole heap of chics and put together a chill itinerary. The house was so ballin' we could have just did that (5 BRs, 3 baths, pool table, outdoor bar, pool, jacuzzi, master bedroom terrace, outdoor and indoor dining... it was nice).

But we went wine tasting, horseback riding, had a spa day and because I'm Tea, we hit the wack Phoenix club scene two out of the four nights we were there. We also did a birthday dinner for me and my birthday twin at a steakhouse. The trip was so nice because I had a squad of pretty, succesful, like-minded women with me (we took about a million photos and not one person complained EVER). We also had wine with every meal (pancakes and Gew├╝rztraminer... yessir!)

So I did the trip the week leading up to my birthday and then on my actual birthday I had drinks with like 20 people at Martini Park, moved to Tantrum from there and then Buddy Guy's Legends after that... It was a Monday.

I just remember this birthday being stress-free, drama-free and full of good times and good people both in Phoenix and the Chi. It was like my first woosah birthday as I entered into lower insurance rate territory. We'll have to make sure 30 goes as hard (or in this case, as soft).

Monday, September 20, 2010

Tyrese & his single-bashing

Ran across this post

I don't feel like getting into Twitter arguments on THIS subject today, so I'll say my peace on MY blog.

Dear Tyrese,

I agree with everything you said on the show. But not because you're not single. You ARE single. Here's a quick lesson:

single=not married & married=not single. Unless those papers are signed you're pretty much just boo-ed up. Tell a friend.

17 - Your Favorite Memory

This is pretty tough. I have some awesome memories, but I think my favorite is college graduation weekend. The entire weekend was phenomenal. I'm pretty sure I'd taken off work (I worked at the Limited in the mall), I went to the club Friday AND Saturday night.

We had black congratulatory on Saturday night, then my college (LAS) graduation on Sunday morning. Then my mom rented out the conference room in the hotel where my family was staying in and got Famous Daves for all the fam who drove down to Champaign. You can act fancy if you want to, but Famous Dave's goes hard in the paint. Everyone went around the table and said why they were proud of me. I cried the entire time. We don't really do mushy in my family. It's not like they called every week that I was in college (or now for that matter) to say they're proud of me or WHY they're proud of me, so it was just a lot to take in at one time. It was touching and completely unexpected. Plus, I'm a crybaby.

From the top-notch partying to the fellowship with family to the feeling of accomplishment to the kind words my family had for me to saying goodbye to four uber-fun, but very trying years in Champaign, it was just a phenomenal weekend.

#FunTimes

Friday, September 17, 2010

16 - Your First Kiss

My first kiss was interesting. It was with a dude with big lips and I kind of find that attractive (I'm black, what can I say).

But... they didn't have the intended effect. We were young, probably like 11 or 12 or something, so it was just a peck. But it was a sloppy peck and everyone kept asking me how it was and I was supposed to say awesome or wonderful or something like that.

Just pecking his lips left all kind of wetness on my face. And I don't care how fresh your breath is someone's saliva on your upper lips and upper chin is just absolutely disgusting and I'm sure it didn't smell nice. We were in a back yard, so I couldn't really go wash my face. It was just horrid. Then, of course, after that he wanted to kiss me all the time. I broke up with him immediately (or stopped calling or stopped going by his house or meeting him at the playground or whatever you call it when you're 11 or 12).

I lied and told everyone the kiss was fine. It was not fine.

Currently, as I'm typing this I have the icky, something smells like garbage look on my face which FURTHER lets me know how not fine it was. UGH!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

15 - Your Dreams

I'll talk about physical dreams. My dreams are nutty. I have like 7-10 dreams when I dream and I rarely remember any of them.

This reminds me, when I was in France I had a dream so asinine and I remembered it and I wrote down every juicy detail. If I can find my notebook in my boxes (won't be tonight), I will come back and tell you all about it.

So long as there are any forbidden fellas or dirty acts I'll write it verbatim. Who's excited? LOL!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

14 - What You Wore Today

I told you all I was doing all 30 posts in one sitting right. It's 5 minutes later, I'm wearing the same thing. If I remember I'll come in here and say what I have on the day the post is posting vs. the day I'm writing the post, but I probably will NOT remember.

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE

I did remember. YAY! So today I have on these shoes and a dark gray skirt suit with a black V-neck tee. Yes, I have the calves on display. Tell a friend.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

13 - This Week

(read: the week I wrote this)

Sunday - A wedding in Homer Glen
Monday - took a half sick day
Tuesday - Work, Home
Wednesday - Work, Home, Pack
Thursday-Sunday - Vegas for work

Monday, September 13, 2010

12 - What's In Your Bag

This is a true mess, but here goes

Wallet
Sunglasses
NBA Cares Pin
Gum
Tac-tics (not tic-tacs, don't tell anyone)
Tampons
business cards
digital camera
Dayquil
sore throat losenges
a can of chicken noodle soup
my blackberry
my other cell phone
a checkbook
Pepcid AC
Ibuprofen
My iPod nano
a keycard for the gig
a flyer about Jesus a random saint gave me on the street
pens
dermalogica samples
an empty M&M wrapper

womp.

Friday, September 10, 2010

11 - Your Siblings

I'll do these in chronological order too

J - big sis. Super crazy. Talks a big game, but I used to beat her up when we were kids. Her kids are scared of me now, but I swear I'm #bigfun when the kids are well behaved.

M - This is my stepbrother. He's quiet and goofy. We don't talk a lot.

T (yes, another T) - This is my little sis on my biological father's side. She looks nothing like me. She's prepping for med school. I'm extra super proud of her and hope we can be closer one day.

S - My college graduate and workaholic baby brother. He'll do anything for me. He has such a great heart and he's the father of my baby niece (who is cuteness personified thank you very much!)

J - My baby who went all the way to FAMU for college. (I'm not saying I suggested it so I could live out my HBCU dreams through him... I'm just saying it's a good damn idea.) He is CRAZY and mean and extra, extra funny (if you like crazy, mean humor). I love him to pieces.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Whip My Hair

I interrupt today's excruciatingly boring post to talk about this video. If you've been under a social media rock (it's ok, it happens), you may not have seen this yet. If like me, your a voracious consumer of social media then you've seen and heard it a million times, but uh...

It's Still Hot.

Man, I always knew this youngin' was gonna do her thing. I mean from the moment Jada conceived I was looking around trying to see if I had a sibling with a child coming so I could be a part of the Smith family one day. (I do have young nieces, but no fellas yet).

Anyway, this is a CLUB BANGER. I might go to the club, ask them to play it and leave. Like for real. It goes so hard.

Anyway, please enjoy this like it's the first time and whip it ladies!!!

10 - What you wore today

H&M Skinny dark wash jeans
Old Navy ribbed black tank
H&M fuschia V-neck cardigan
9 West pumps to start the day
TJ Maxx cheap flip flops to end it

(I'm sorry, this is boring me just writing it, but I'm following the script)

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

9 - Your Beliefs

- I believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God and that he died for my sins
- I believe that what goes around comes around, you reap what you sow and all the other ways that you say Karma is real
- I believe everything happens for a reason
- I believe good things come to those who wait
- I believe in love and the very power of it

What do you believe?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

8 - A moment

(Side note: this is the dumbest of the prefixed topics yet)

Start Moment:

Ok, let us all take a moment out of our day to appreciate the fineness that is Idris Elba



End Moment

Monday, September 6, 2010

7 - Your Best Friend

Oooh, this is awesome because I have two. I'll just go in chronological order (i.e. who came into my life first.)

Dorian is my best friend and she's AWESOME. We started being bffs because we liked to argue with each other. Yes, you read that correctly. We held almost identical religious beliefs in HS, but we butted heads on everything else. I think junior year after dance class we would walk from the arts building to the gold house (lunchroom) walking slow as hell and arguing the entire time. We were the only people who were 35 minutes late to a 50 minute lunch EVERY day. And people would just shrug us off and ask what are you all arguing about today?

In fact, others, even our friends, would become exasperated at our arguments. They couldn't understand why we wouldn't just let stuff go. The beauty about me and D is that we would agree to disagree, but on our own time. We didn't too much care how other people felt about our raised voices or philosophical disagreements and when we were done we still loved and respected each other.

Today, D is a voice of reason, a Christian perspective and a champion of my causes. I love her.

thummyb is my best friend and she's AWESOME. thummyb and I met in high school too, but we got really close in college. We decided not to room together freshman year because we'd heard horror stories about that ruining friendships and we didn't want that. It worked. We roomed together for the 3 years following.

What I love about her is her standard of excellence. Anyone who knows me knows I have certain "standards" about myself, as does thummyb. We took time to marvel in how the rest of the world doesn't hold our same high standards, but instead will do anything from drop out of school (unacceptable) to come out of the house looking a mess (also unacceptable). (Oh yes, we have standards on every level of everything).

We've grown to be less judgmental, of course.

Today, she always brings me a fresh, more enlightened if you will, perspective on things. We butt heads a lot too, but in a different way. We both are just like *pursed lips* mm hm, ok, on to the next topic instead of arguing it out.

Just like a best friend should be, she is always unequivocally on team Tea and I love her.

Friday, September 3, 2010

6 - Your Day

**Happy Birthday D!!!**

6:30 - Alarm Came on
7:20 - Actually got out of bed
8:30 - Went to work
11:45 - realized I hadn't eaten breakfast, hit up McD's
6:00 - left work
6:30 - got home and put laundry in the wash
6:37 - Sat down to write Tea & Such posts

It's 7:07 p.m. I'm still writing posts. Also, I need to take a break to get these clothes out of the wash, pardon me.

5 - Your Definition of Love

Someone define the word "your" first.

My mom's definition of love is when you want to be with someone throughout all of their emotions. Like you see your man act like a punk when he's sad or act really irate when he's angry, but you still want to be with him. She told me this when I was a teenager. I need to check back in because that just sounds like insanity.

The bible's definition of love is a man who would lay down his life for a friend. The ultimate example being Jesus, who laid down his life for the entire world.

I know that God loves me, my mom loves me, my family and friends love me. I know that I love all the aforementioned just the same, if not more. I don't know how I love them or why I love them and I don't have coherent, intelligent ways to describe that love.

So as far as MY definition of love I just know it starts with respect and hits some sort of dramatic climax when life's challenges arise, but I don't know where it ends. When I find out for sure, I'll keep you posted.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

4 - What you ate today

(This topic is as boring as dry sand. Sorry.)

Today (read: the day I wrote this)

I ate:

- A McDonald's Crispy Chicken Salad
- A fun size pack of M&Ms
- Some Planters nuts

Actually, that's it. It's 7:02 p.m. I guess I should eat dinner and I didn't have a cookie or a cupcake today. #IndulgenceFail

Eff it, I'll make it a QOTD: What did YOU eat today?