Have you heard it yet? Very catchy song...how can you not love a song that's almost like a cheer? "READY Annnnnd.... BRING- IT-ON!!!"
Props goes out to ma gurl Fantasia for her shout to the baby mamas. I'm especially moved by the following verse:
"And girl I know it's hard, And even though ya fed up, With makin' beds up, Girl keep ya head up"
I imagine that's the hardest part of RAISING A CHILD ALONE!!! Sometimes when I have to make my own bed alone, I feel like there should be a song about me. Remember on the show In Living Color (by the way this was such a good show, whatever happened to it?) the old guy who'd play the guitar? "Wrote a song about it, like ta hear it? here it go..."
"Laura...stop ya cryin, in this bed- you been lyin, no one's gonna make it but you, you're so strong, just like a jew!"
Fantasia better sing about Whews next. Is this the weird girl from American Idol? I don't know...I don't watch it. And YES! I said it! I don't watch it! HA! And I don't watch the OC, Lost, Survivor, Big Brother, The Bachelor, Average Joe, Desperate House Wives, etc, etc, ETC! Last night I worked and by the way, I love this job at Curves...it's actually so great. Wrote a song about it, like ta hear it? sing it later.... Anyway, my coworker there was so horny to get out by 7:55 to be home in time for American Idol. Apparently this show is on more than once a week as well! I suppose I better learn about the weekly TV schedule if I'm going to live with the girl who answers the phone on any given night, "I know this is nobody I know. Nobody I know would call during {insert whatever show is on primetime that night]!" Last time it was LOST.
Nik: Um...I can't talk! You watch LOST right?
me: I AM Lost.
I'm going into my big meeting now that I didn't prepare for thouroughly, even though I was up all night with insomnia talking to people on IM. That might have been a useful chunk of time. Since I don't know if I have the brain power to keep my job...I wore a very low cut blouse and a skirt. I was freeeeeeezing this AM, but I'm hoping that the "tic-tac smuggling" will divert the attention away from my stupidity.
Ok...will get back to you in a few. Whew...wish me luck! (oh and that was a SIGH when I said "whew", not a message just to you Lindsay-lou, although today's blog (the real one) will be dedicated entirely to you for pulling me off the ledge last night (boo hoo!)
Outtie! ;)
BABY MAMAS lyrics - sing it Jeanna! ;)
Props goes out to ma gurl Fantasia for her shout to the baby mamas. I'm especially moved by the following verse:
"And girl I know it's hard, And even though ya fed up, With makin' beds up, Girl keep ya head up"
I imagine that's the hardest part of RAISING A CHILD ALONE!!! Sometimes when I have to make my own bed alone, I feel like there should be a song about me. Remember on the show In Living Color (by the way this was such a good show, whatever happened to it?) the old guy who'd play the guitar? "Wrote a song about it, like ta hear it? here it go..."
"Laura...stop ya cryin, in this bed- you been lyin, no one's gonna make it but you, you're so strong, just like a jew!"
Fantasia better sing about Whews next. Is this the weird girl from American Idol? I don't know...I don't watch it. And YES! I said it! I don't watch it! HA! And I don't watch the OC, Lost, Survivor, Big Brother, The Bachelor, Average Joe, Desperate House Wives, etc, etc, ETC! Last night I worked and by the way, I love this job at Curves...it's actually so great. Wrote a song about it, like ta hear it? sing it later.... Anyway, my coworker there was so horny to get out by 7:55 to be home in time for American Idol. Apparently this show is on more than once a week as well! I suppose I better learn about the weekly TV schedule if I'm going to live with the girl who answers the phone on any given night, "I know this is nobody I know. Nobody I know would call during {insert whatever show is on primetime that night]!
Nik: Um...I can't talk! You watch LOST right?
me: I AM Lost.
I'm going into my big meeting now that I didn't prepare for thouroughly, even though I was up all night with insomnia talking to people on IM. That might have been a useful chunk of time. Since I don't know if I have the brain power to keep my job...I wore a very low cut blouse and a skirt. I was freeeeeeezing this AM, but I'm hoping that the "tic-tac smuggling" will divert the attention away from my stupidity.
Ok...will get back to you in a few. Whew...wish me luck! (oh and that was a SIGH when I said "whew", not a message just to you Lindsay-lou, although today's blog (the real one) will be dedicated entirely to you for pulling me off the ledge last night (boo hoo!)
Outtie! ;)
BABY MAMAS lyrics - sing it Jeanna! ;)
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I'm first! Hey LL, I know yer hurtin fer certain. The best thing you can do is get out there again. Pull up those bootstraps buckaroo. haha. Sorry, I couldn't resist. I hope your meeting went well. Have a great day. "THE....Sun'l come out....." Ugh! now I am even annoying myself. Just be good. Lindsay...good job, though you still suck for being sick last weekend and not commenting on my blog enough...or posting on yours for that matter. Later
Hey, I thought about calling you last night, but I was busy being selfish because two people got hit by a train and I was stuck ON the train and didn't get home until after 8:30pm. By then, I was cranky and didn't think that I would have been able to give you much comfort. In fact, I would have only stressed you out. But I wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you.
Much love, Nikki
awwwww baby mama! hahaha. that is too funny. matt's always talkin about all these perps (perpetrators) and their "baby mama"s. so and so stabbed so and so bc he bin disrespectin his baby mama. notice it's not "baby's mama" as that would be proper grammar. kinda like this other new ebonics trend which i have heard so many times since matt told me about it:
girl #1 wearing baby phat black quilted jacket: shanequa, you get those kicks at david z.?
shanequa, not quite hearing girl #1: what happen?
okay, now WHEN did "what happen?" (again, not "what happened" even because that would be proper) replace "what?" ? perhaps the question "what?", being around for decades now, has been left for the rest of us, the uncool as it were. oh well. i aint cool, i aint got no baby mama, and i dig.
now, on to more important topics:
DS...two weeks notice...a WEEK AGO...yikes. where is he going?! yes, had this happened about a hear and a half ago laura you would have been a disaster. though perhaps you would have had the opportunity to finalize some "work projects" you both had been exploring...bringing them to fruition as it were. hehe. though, who are we kiddin. it takes two to tango and DS was, well, a DS. as nice as he could be sometimes.
i wonder with whom we will fill the void..."volunteers are welcome and we'll be accepting applications throughout the next week. thank you for your expressed interest."
okay, HOW did that happen? i was all excited to be comment #1 and in the 20 minutes it took me to respond TWO other messages are already up? shit dawwwwg.
nice blog...
Clik?????
That's Le Clik....you know, like the pink cameras from the 80's? What can I say...I get a lot of foreign traffic on my blog. It's just like my romantic social life.
Ok...comment on the comments (eh hem...). Firstly, HH, you are a racist. Kidding...I know you aren’t in theleast, but Blay’s gonna come and get you and blay-slap you. I can't wait! Cat fight! That just reminded me of our most recent trip to NY the week before Christmas when we made the gingerbread houses...when we were getting ready, Linz said to Blay, "N, I never thought I would say this but, can I borrow your perfume?" hahaha That was like the best weekend ever. I am so lucky to have such hilarious friends. That night, Blay and I were holding one another outside Cinderella Falafel because it was bitterly freezing and we were drunk as hell and sweaty from shakin our groove thangs, and I thought I smelled a really tasty berry smell coming from him and we decided to kiss (just a swishy peck…don’t get excited all you bi’s) so that I could have some of his berry lip balm from B&BW..." Two things happened after that kiss that would change my life. One, he told me that he was ALMOST attracted to me, but not really at all, but that if he were not Blay, he would definitely be into me, but he's not. haha That's ALMOST a huge compliment, N! But not really... ;) The second was...I rushed out to get me sum B&BW berry lip balm since I myself wanted to do some kissing that week after Christmas and already had a few candidates lined up. I did meet one. Not one I expected. He was a GREAT kisser (a lil better than you Blay but I aint got nuttin but luv fer ya my bruther froma notha mutha). That was the beginning of the best and worst holiday I've ever had. I still have the tube of lip balm. That's about alI I have left from that week.
Ok-- on to my comment. gosh this is so long, but I don't give a GD...I'm feeling expressive. Meeting went superbly and I didn't even have to flash em...even when they were chanting "Show yer tits! Show yer tits!" I basically started throwing a number of confusing Marketing figures at them and respect grew...but woodies deflated. Ahhhhh...that glass ceiling is gonna shatter baby!
So, as I was saying...as far as SYMPATHY for Laura goes...I'm taking it. All of it. I usually wouldn't ask for help, as you all know. I would usually just try and bottle whole thing up and put on a smile and act like a clown to make everyone else happy, but that never did me any good. All I got out of that was an ulcer where I couldn’t eat spicy food for months (I’m surprised I survived that). My therapist paid off her Mercedes though ;) So Lindsay was the one who I lost my marbles with last night, it was ugly...but anytime any of you want to call and talk to me...about whatever I am feeling (and I know...selfish, but I'm making some changes) I am game. Nikki...thank you for thinking of me. Thank you also for being present all the time and especially for telling me that you like to practice 'hard love' and to stop my whining and I better be in a good mood for the show we're going to on Saturday and willing to meet men. haha I don't know how many MEN we're going to meet at the VAGINA Monologues, but I will be friendly and flirty and only you will know that inside, I really just love blue oysters. All of you are on freak-out standby, I know it. Thanks. Gosh, I'm acting like such the MF victim! Ok, I've annoyed myself. Back to bottling! ;)
One last thought… I want someone to write a song called Mamas Boy, as an answer to Baby Mamas. I could write it actually. I've known some in my time...
Love, me.
(really…you should love me, ok?)
B-A-B-Y, B-A-B-Y, holdin' it down for all tha baby's mommas!
Jeanna
Hey...Clik was on HH's blog too. I wonder who led whom to who's blog. Mine has no culture whatsoever except the part that says I am from Zimbabwe, so it must have been your many references to the Gates exhibit in Central Park babe.
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