Cellphones

Today as I drove past several people on the street, I could not help but notice that the cell phone is very dangerous. I mean I know that for me the cell phone means a quick link to the puss and big puss if anything goes wrong. I am sure this is the case with most people.

However, to some it seem to be nothing other than an expensive toy, to show off who has the better gadget. Way back in the day when there was no cellphone, you would have to wait from someone to get home before you were able to call them. God forbid there was an emergency, you would have to wait to get to the nearest home or callbox.

Then there was the invention of pagers, but back then it was only doctors who had that luxury. Somehow, it found it's place in the public and so that one could leave a callback number or a short text if you will. However, you still had to wait for the recipient to get to a phone. Then came the huge cellphones that looked like walkie talkies with buttons. Those suckers could have easily been used as weapons (LOL).....I know... I had one. Those who had one, proudly show them off. Those who didn't have, could only wish.

Cellphones have evolved so much over the years, that now it's more of a nusiance than a necessary commodity for some. People call all hours of the day (nevermind that you are at work).

Caller: "hey where are you?"
Me: "uuuuuum, at work"
Caller: "can you talk?"
Me: "uuummm, no"
Caller: "what you doing,later?"
Me: *rolling my eyes* *silence*
Caller: "hello" "hello"
Me: "I have to go"
Caller: "guess you can't talk now"
Me: *hanging up the phone"

Then there are the early morning talkers (3am-8am), what in name of Jesus could you seriously be talking about at that time of the morning. There are some that talking and walking cannot be achieved at the same time. They stand in the middle of the sidewalk, saunter across the road with no regard for the motorist..... uuuuum news flash here in the big NYC you will get run over by uncaring drivers who are also texting and driving.

Some people cannot even drive, and if they so much as take their eyes off the road for a second, they end up in Mr. Chin corner shop. Let alone talking and driving and worse yet texting and driving.

Cell phone.....the evil necessity.

That's crazy

So I saw the funniest sign today, at least IMO.

I walked passed a hair salon in the prestgious Manhattan NYC today. As I did on numerous occasions when I walk by, I would read the list of services that you can go in for.

Yet today was different as the list had a particular service that they have never advertised before. The list read:

1. Brazillean straightening $250.00

2. Cut and Blowdry $80.00

3. Henna $70.00

Now for those who have natural hair and prefer to use a natural color for their hair...this would have been hilarious.

Shoot, I know I was laughing. Why? b/c 100g of henna is like $1.99 - $3.99 if bought from the local India store and a litte more if bought online.

Now, my hair which is probably a little pass brastrap when stretch. I use about 100g-200g for all of 7.00 bucks. You don't need a professional to slapped the ish on your head and wait for a couple of hrs (Depending on the color you want).

So, c'mon $70. Not even if you add light and water...now here's a thought you morons, how about you pay me the $70 to slap the ish on myyyyy head.

Beware

Me: Puss, did you eat dinner?

Puss: "No"

Me: "you're such a liar."

Puss: "I'm not a liar."

Me: "If you are not a liar. Who is the liar?"

Puss: "Daddy."

Sorry big puss, it was my turn to laugh. Bawaahahaha...heeeheeeeeh..ROFL

Pet Peeves

One of my biggest pet peeves is getting skipped while in a line........I will tear the mutherother down if someone as much as put their little toe in front of me.

Since I have to ride the subway to work, I have a problem with people standing in the doorway of the train or rushing to come in, while you are trying to come off.

Standing at the top or bottom of a stairwell talking.......Cmon move your a$$ this is not ONESTOP.

People having a three course meal on the train. I saw one man pulled out a salad, then his dinner and then his dessert and drinks. Instead of putting the bones and box into the bag it came in, brotherman threw (yes I say threw) the bones and boxes and cup under the seat.......OMG !!!!!! I rolled my eyes, looked at him in disgust.........ummmm but noone else batted their eyelids. The only conclusion that I could come up with was that this NYC host a bunch of nasty Meffas.

Parking in the city is ripoff, parking anywhere is a ripoff.

People just spitting anyway. Now, where I come from, if we must, bound and compound to spit it would be in a area with dirt or grass (hence the coverup). No!! these people spit anyway. On you, in close proximity, in the train etc. I can't tell how many times I have to hop, skip and jump spit on a sidewalk.............utterly disgusting.


Peace

Michael Jackson 1958-2009

So I am a week late, but nonetheless remembering Michael Joseph Jackson. I remember back in my high school days, when there was a serious Michael Jackson craze. My brother and I had MJ's Jackets and stickers (we stuck them all over our bookbags and folders)

We would watch MJ's performance for hrs (thriller to be exact) and execute the moves flawlessly....(looking like two kids on crack...LOL). Good Times, Good Times.....thanks Michael. I am sad that he died and the way he died, but I am especially sad for "his" children.

I watched the memorial service at work.......shhhhh. It was tastetfully done and had a tear jerking moment or two. However, I almost shed a tear when Paris gave her little speech. Awww man. I don't care what noone says, his biological kids or not thats all they knew and they loved him. RIP MJ you will never be forgotten.

I can't take it anymore

Me: "puss, will you keep the noise down?"

Puss: *silence*, but he is still banging his cars.

Me: *louder* "puss, will you be quiet"

Puss: *blink* *throws hands in the air* and retorted "I cannot take this anymore"

While I was processing what the hell just happened, Big puss was cracking up.

Ummmm.....not funny.

Me: "well then there is the door, don't hit your diaper butt on the way out"

He promptly got up mumbling " Ok, I can't take it anymore", made his way to the door and proceeded to try to open it. Since it was locked and he could not get out, he remarked " I cannot opened the door mommy"

Me: "Sit your diaper butt back down and be quiet"

Puss: "okay mommy." "Mommy, I love you."

Me: " I love you too puss."

I am back after being sick for two weeks. I don't get sick often but when I do, I am knocked the fugg out.

However, I am back and I had time to think of stuff I wanted to talk about.

I will start off with caring for natural hair. I am by no means an expert nor professional, I can only tell you
what has worked for my hair.

I am natural, by this I mean that I don't process my hair with any chemicals. I decided a longtime ago that if I were to ever have a child, I would shave off my head and start over.

So 2 years ago I did just that. While it was not as extreme as shaving, I did cut off all the permed ends. What was left could barely fit in a scrunchie.

Fast forward 2 years later, I have a gorgeous head of curls (even I had forgotten the true texture of my hair).

At first I hd no idea how to take care of the darn thing. However, I did some research and started doing some experiments.

If you are a newly natural, or clueless as to where to start u can start here
naturallycurly.com. It is chock full of information so enjoy. I will be back with my own bloop and blunders with my hair...LOL...see ya

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Puss: "mommy"

Me: "yes puss"

Puss: "don't judge me."

*crickets*

Everyone when I figure this one out, I will let you know. You all know I am slow, right....LOL

My Lady

After a bout wheezing and two treatment from the nebulizer, it was clear that we were heading to the ER.

Looking at the little bugger you couldn't tell he was sick, however you could hear the wheezing a mile away.

First, he walked into the ER like he owned the place, then was asking to see the triage nurse....LOL

puss: "mommy, where is the lady?"

me: "she's coming back"

puss: "ok"

Triage Nurse: "what's your name?"

puss: "I'm puss"

TN: "what wrong with puss today?"

puss: "I'm coughing"

She quickly triaged him and set him in the chair to administer treatment and left. Little puss was not having it, and soon as he was done he went after her.

puss: "mommy, I want to go see my lady."

me: *blink* "your who?"

As usual I'm too slow, so he marched off muttering "I go see my lady"

He promptly marched out the room and down the hallway, amongst oohs and ahhs(women are such suckers for babies) He ignore them and found his lady and gave her a hug.

puss: "thank you lady, I feel much better)"

He even claim the doctor as his lady and told her too that he felt much better..and she told him, he made her day....awww, isn't that sweet.

Men are retarded

I swear men either do not listen or their brain is preoccupied with nothingness, or the next booty call to hear their spouse or S/O talking.

Ladies please do not address them when

1) they are in front of the television.
2) when he is reading the sports section of the paper. THEY CANNOT MULTI TASK.

This is what they hear while you are talking

You: " honeyremembertotakeoutthetrashtonight"

Him: "uh huh"

You: "did you hear me?"

Him: "suuuure, no problem"

After the garbage truck has reached the dump yard.

You: "Didn't I ask you to take out the trash?"

Him: " No, when?"

*crickets* *crickets*

Now you have his undivided attention.

Him: "seroiusly, when?"

You: "yesterday, while you were watching the TV"

Him: " NO, you didn't" (with attitude)

You: *sigh* never mind.....next time I'll do the ish myself.

Ladies, I think its is a ploy among men, not to do any work.....they just act like they retarded.