dang,mj, dang...

With such a tragic death, I'm sure the world's bloggers are all online clamoring at the chance to add their two cents.  Even though I'm new at this I don't wanna write about the same stuff everyone else is.  How unoriginal.  But I'm touched so I'm gonna just say what i gotta say - briefly.  Because as shocking as his death is, a feeling a relief is outweighing my grief.  He struck me as being so lonely and so confused in this world.  He was, from my point of view, a prisoner of his own success and wealth.  Some feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me he's not suffering anymore.  Don't get me wrong, I clearly remember dancing to his music in my parents basement.  I mean, hello, spinning records.  I remember having his doll (who exclusively dated my black Barbie; black Ken wasn't cutting it.  Had this weird Afro thing going on.)  Posters on my wall.  Dreaming about meeting him.  Waiting up way past my bedtime to see him perform at the Grammy's.  But THAT Michael left me a long time ago and since then his existence seemed to have been more pain than joy.  So at the risk of sounding cliche I sincerely hope MJ does...rest in peace.

whatta co-inky-dink

hi brenda

funny thing happened to me today. i got this magazine in the mail that id never heard of. it was addressed to someone who i guess used to live at this address. miller-mccune - never heard of it. but then i noticed the cover story, racism's hidden toll, and decided i would check it out before i chuck it. i get to reading about geronimus, who i never heard of, and how she's at michigan. no kidding. i wonder what school. public health? get out. HBHE? shut up. so as i'm reading the article i'm already planning to email my HBHE fam to see what the skinny is on her work when i come across YOUR NAME in the article. wow lady. i just thought it was the weirdest, coolest thing how i happened to come across this journal by mistake and then someone i know is actually quoted. it was a long one but i read the whole thing. dying to know what you think of her, her theories and the article if you've seen it.

hugs
rhonda

no blogging in a whole year

i've been meaning to get back to this..."blogging".  kinda weird that i thought about it today because it's been exactly one year since my last post.  and what a year it has been.  my life is totally different.  but i'm happy.  actually was talking to a good friend recently about happiness and dating.  she's seeing this guy and there's lots of sparks but she's waiting for tragic flaw to reveal itself.  well, every dude is imperfect - that's for sure.  even you spot a good one, trust that they didn't come out of a box that way.  so i assured her that even when some blemish does appear, it won't necessarily be a deal-breaker.  and he may be as good as he seems.  chances are some other chic put a lot of work into him already.  at our age, that's likely the case.  she thought about it and recalled plenty of ex's that she'd put tons of rehabbing into only for some other woman to reap all the benefits.  love recycled.

Sex and the City...worth the wait!

Is it presumptious of me to claim this a box office winner based on my solo opinion? Yeah but I don't care. You will not be disappointed because it's really true to the series. Despite this being a bona fide chic flic and a teensy bit predictable, it delivers and any Sex and the City fan worth her salt will be sa-tis-FIED. I cried throughout the whole movie (disclaimer: I am very hormonal)...put your Minolos (sp?) on and walk, don't run, to your nearest theatre.

Say What You Want About Denny's...

...but this is my new favorite franchise to make potty pit-stops. They are always in the middle of nowhere but conveniently so because that's where I am usually when nature calls. I don't know about their food but it's always right off the highway, there's ample parking and when I bust in past the hungry, waiting masses straight to the restroom, no one bats an eye. The hostess doesn't stop me or even notice me for that matter. It's hassle-free and wonderful. All that and clean, modern facilities to boot. We're talking automatic soap dispensers and plentiful toilet-seat covers. Hands down better than the truck stop accommodations you get at the gas station or the gamble you take at the nearest McDonald's. Welcome back, Denny's. Welcome back.

Blog Virgin

This is my first blog and it truly will be elementary. Work wit' me, people! First, I want to thank Rachel for inviting me into the blogger world. I know this sounds like an acceptance speech but whatever. So where was I?...oh yeah...thanks Rache for bringing me into your worldly existence wit' all your fabulosity - snapshots of Kanye AND Obama - two for-real-for-real rockstars. Obama literally can't get through a stump speech without someone yelling "We love you, Barack!" I don't know if the White House is ready for all dat but we'll see. I was also honored to have a candid from my wedding included - even though I'm not in it...? But ok, I'll take what I can get.
It really was an awesome day and I'm not just saying that because it was all about me. I have to echo the sentiments of having rockstar friends myself. Proud to say I grew up wit' y'all bucketheads. In that picture alone they're repping VA/Jersey (which one, Doo?), Boston, DC, and New York. So grateful for my girls.