Happy New Year

Because 2010 and 2011 Both OWNED MY ASS!

Volunteers being accepted...

My co-worker is obsessed with Vybz Kartel.

And not in a "OMG he is like sooooo hot!" kind of way (actually imagining my co-worker even saying that is funnier than this post will likely be)

If you're saying "Who the hell is Vybz Kartel?" well you're not alone. Until about two weeks ago I too was blissfully ignorant of his very existance.

Vybz Kartel is a Jamaican dancehall artiste' (and if you dont know what dancehall is, google it)
I could tell you about his many children by different momma's, or the multiple counts of murder he's facing (so many that each week when he goes to a bail hearing, they have to postpone it until next weeks NEW murder charges are filed)

But what is really got the bee buzzing in her bonnet is that Vybz Kartel is apparently bleaching his skin with soap.
Blue soap...well blue soap is what he is admitting to, but come the hell on. If soap were all it took to bleach your skin why the hell isn't everyone slowly getting paler? I mean one would reason, the more baths you take the lighter you would get so all these little old white men scuttling about playing shuffleboard really used to be Djaimon Hounsou?
Umm we're calling bullshit. bull to the shit.

He's taking pills. And he looks like deep fried crap that's covered in ashes...so I suppose we can add ridiculously oblivious to the list (or maybe he's a vampire and CANT see his reflection and therefor cant see how stupid he looks)

But what she really wants is to find someone black as night to start taking these things for us so we can chart the difference.
FINDING a real live human being that we know who is
1. blue black
2. willing to take these pills
3. Willing to PAY for the pills (hey we're interested by we arent funding this experiment)
4. willing to let us study him like a chia pet while he's taking the pills..
Well it's not proving so easy.

I being on the whiter shade of pale am not much help.
She, while black apparently isnt aquainted with anyone black enough who is willing to bleach themselves for our amusement/enjoyment/lets pretend it's an education (gee I wonder why?)

Nontheless...she is obsessed. So I get to listen to Dancehall music and look at pictures of his zombi-fied self throughout the day.

Ohhhhh yeaahhhh...so how have you been spending the year and half we've been apart?

Ok, so not so soon

Ugh. How is it life just manages to run away on me?

The wedding is in twelve weeks! How the hell did that happen?

Chris and I went to the gym yesterday, and I am thrilled to report I made it 15 friggin minutes on the Elliptical on Random without puking.
WIN!

My arms are stiff as hell today though, so I've been doing some periodic stretching during the day.

Hope everyone is doing fantastic..!

I know I suck.

I'm sorry.
Between the horror of Brishell's Murder, the einsuing media storm, funeral and trying to help my friend gather the shreds of her life back together I have neglected you all.
Fear not I shall return soon.

Rage Against the Machine..

That woman laying on the ground grieving for the loss of her sixteen year old daughter is my friend and co-worker Nardyne Jefferies. That was the photo on the front page of the Washington Post. The crushing grief of the knowledge her child was shot and was most likely dead.

Does it hurt to see someone I literally spend almost eight hours a day, five days a week ten feet from plastered on the front page of the newspaper? Hell yes.

I'm still to numb and angry to say much more. But god I am sick of journalists.

A bunch of my teammates and I went to a bar after our soccer game the other.

It's a sportsbar, which is not my normal hang out (who the hell am I kidding? I have a two year old, the ball pit at IKEA is my normal hang out these days)

There was an airhockey table. And those who know me, know I love me some air hockey.

(the bruised knuckles from getting dinged with the puck, no so much)

A couple of firefighters (apparently this is also a local hangout for the firefighters..huh wonder why CA suggested it?) came over to chat us up.

-This never fails to amaze me. Men just dig chicks in soccer gear.

Anyway, one particular thick necked individual decided he would challenge me, and he even wagered money!! Now I'm not a betting person. But give me a sure thing? And I'm in.

So after I won twenty bucks and debated whether Varlamov or Theodore would be the starting goaltender for the Caps.

He said "You're the kind of girl my Dad told me I should marry"

I smiled and said "Thanks but I'm already engaged"

The tentative date is September 25.

Does Barry Manilow know you raid his closet?

(title nicked with much admiration to Andra)

Yesterday the much adored director John Hughes died.

I spent most of my formative years watching his movies.

His movies have stood the test of time of being relatable and most importantly quotable.

Everyone at one time of their life or another has been - the jock, the princess, the geek, the troublemaker or the freak...and we have John Hughes to thank for making all of them cool.