PYT's Random Little Things

Where is the Love?

2010-04-05T10:49:00.008-04:00

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged and it’s partly because I’ve been in kind of a rut as of late. Not a “you can tell from the outside” kind of rut but more of an internal “wtf am I doing with my life” kind of thing. For the past couple of weeks, ok, make that months, I honestly feel like I’m living in reverse. Doing things I know I shouldn’t. Not thinking before I act. Having a “f*ck the world I’ll do what I want” mentality. It wasn’t until yesterday that I started to realize that all of this pent up anger and frustration is my mind’s way of defending my heart. My defenses are in overdrive and I’m regressing as a result. I don’t know when this happened exactly. I was doing well for a good while. Staying focused and doing the things that were good for me and not just what FELT good (keep your mind out of the gutter, or don’t…). Somehow though, I ended up in this space. Now don’t get me wrong. My life is great. Work is great. Friends and Family are great. Life, on paper at least, is effing fantastic. I definitely can’t complain because I know I am blessed beyond measure. But all of this awesomeness in my life fails to conceal that nagging feeling deep inside telling me I’m not where I need to be- emotionally that is. Back in the day, a long, long, long, time ago, I was in a relationship. Although it didn't work out, I was the most in love I’d ever been and have ever been since. Love and marriage and kids and all that good stuff were always on my mind and the future was bright- full of endless possibilities and wonderment befitting that of Alice and that damn smiling cat (even typing that made me feel sick to my stomach….le sigh) But then, we broke up and everything came tumbling down.

Fast forward to the here and the now. I’m 27 years old and I hate love. Ok, I don’t hate it exactly, I just don’t understand it like I used to. I cannot for the life of me imagine myself so totally engrossed in someone else; so in love that I’d give them my last breath…my last dollar…or even worse, my last drop of Simply Raspberry Lemonade (that sh*t ain’t cheap!). Where did all the love go? Your guess is as good as mine. Love and being in love has somehow lost its appeal. Now the intellect in me says that this is a defense mechanism I’ve picked up as a way of dealing with whatever lingering hurt/pain currently residing in the deep recesses of my heart. It’s a mixture of regression, repressions, and a hint of disassociation (I guess that Psychology elective I took at Howard paid off after all). I get it. I really do. But how, pray tell, do I work through this nonsense? How do I get to the point where love isn’t that big, scary, overwhelming emotion that inevitably finds a way to screw me over in the end? Other than praying like it’s going out of style, I’m at a loss. It’s not that finding a date is the problem; it’s more about being open and receptive to something other than a couple dates here and there. Part of me wants to blame it on the other person. Like if they were really the right person, I’d change my mind- my mind set would be different and I would just KNOW. But realistically, I know that it can never get to that point because I just can’t or won’t let myself even go there. I know I have it in me. It’s just that it’s been lying dormant for so long I’m afraid to wake it up. Anyone else been here before? Any suggestions or advice?

She Wants That Old Thing Back

2009-07-14T10:12:00.007-04:00

As it is for most women my age (and damn near every age, for that matter), breaking up is hard to do. It's especially trying when the reason behind the break-up is less than dramatic--he didn't cheat, lie, or pull a 'Chris Brown' on your ass. Sometimes relationships just don't work and neither party harbors any ill will toward the other. This particular circumstance is the perfect breading ground for a quandary I'd like to call the 'Old Thing Back' scenario-or OTB for short. The OTB usually occurs without warning and there's usually nothing you can do once you've fallen in the trap. Something as small as a simple 'hi' in a text message can snowball into an impromptu late night session of horizontal mambo. It's not too hard to figure out why back-tracking is so easy to do--it's familiar, you already know what to do and you don't have to worry about all the B.S that comes with meeting someone new. From my personal experience, I've come to realize that there are particular instances where the desire to want that OTB is much more apparent. For those of you fresh off a new break-up, you may want to avoid these situations at all cost:

1. Being home alone, DRUNK: Now there are several ways this can happen. You could have met up with a few co-workers for happy hour and end up having one too many swirl margaritas or you simply decided to get yourself a good bottle of Riesling and call it a Blockbuster night. Either way, once that alcohol kicks in and you’re sitting on the couch alone, you can pretty much kiss your strong will goodbye. The next thing you know, you're dialing those all too familiar digits and he's over your place before you finish that third glass of wine.

2. Going to the movies, WITH YOUR GIRLS: Think back to those days when you were dating or had a man. Where's the first place you usually end up after dinner? That's right, the movies. So when you and your BFF are at the theater for the 9:30pm showing of 'Transformers' you best believe that you'll be surrounded by couples of all ages- so much so that you start feeling like the only idiot NOT on a date. While you're sitting there trying to enjoy the movie, all you can really think about getting that OTB. It's a guaranteed disaster waiting to happen.

3. Going to the club: Even though your intentions to go out with your girls may be to take your mind off of “him,” going to the club usually ends up doing more harm than good. This is because, for the majority of the night, you’re continuously shooting down one brother after the next --the fool with in the wide legged jeans rocking the single gold hoop earring; the clown sporting the bedazzled D&G shades and We R One bandana; the fool in the skin tight Underarmour tank and pleated slacks. After being barraged by these questionable characters for a good part of the night, your ex doesn’t seem all that bad and before you know it, you’re BBMing him for an adult sleepover at your house.

Please keep in mind that there are some instances when getting that OTB is completely warranted. There’s that space in time between ending one relationship and starting a new one where things sometimes just happen (hey, we all got needs!). Everyone slips up now and again and unless you’re really ready for it to be O-V-E-R, the chances of falling back into the groove of things is increased ten-fold. At the end of the day, you gotta do you. If the getting that OTB is what you want to do, do it. Just make sure to keep my tips in mind when you’re finally ready to move on.

Husband Material

2009-06-05T10:53:00.005-04:00

A fellow blogger and HU Alum, Shaka Shaw (shakashawshow.wordpress.com), had a rather interesting post recently, outlining what he considers the most important traits in a woman, or ‘Wifey Points’ as he calls them. This got me to thinking about what attributes make a man ‘Husband Material.’ It’s only fair that we (women) have our own list, right?

So now I present to you, my list of qualities that makes a man worth settling down for…..

1. Humor Me- I know that this may not be on the top of every woman’s list but I love to laugh and consequently can’t stand a man that lacks the ability to crack a joke, make a sly remark, or just keep the hell up. I’ve been blessed (or cursed depending on how you look at it) with a smart mouth and the keen ability bring a smile (or at least a smirk) to the faces of others with one gratuitously humorous remark. If I’m at a party cracking jokes and having a good time and you’re in the corner somewhere looking like you’d rather be at the doctor getting a prostate exam, it won’t work.

2. Fix my sh*t- There’s nothing sexier than a man that knows how to use a power tool. I’m not saying that you need to be the black Bob Villa but there’s something to be said about a man who can fix a broken shower curtain rod or install a ceiling fan. I know that these 2009 “educated” brothas out here are more apt to call a handyman then risk ruining their fresh manicures, but a man who can break out a cordless drill gets 1,000 hubby points in my book (extra credit for a man who can change the oil in my car).

3. Put me on- When we’re on the phone discussing what we’re gonna do for our first date and you suggest going to Lucky Strike and catching a movie, the odds are not in your favor. Dinner and a movie is SO 2001. I want to be put on to some new sh*t. Jazz at your favorite underground spot, an art exhibit in Anacostia, rock climbing, ice skating, SOMETHING. Either dudes have stopped trying or just don’t know any better. Either way, I’m over it. Can I be put on for once?

4. Music to my ears- This one is simple. If your favorite artists are Soldier Boy, MIMS, and O.J. da Juiceman, I probably won’t want to date you let alone marry you. My musical taste is pretty broad and it’s important that my husband’s IPOD contains more than just Lil Wayne mix tapes and DJ Khalid’s greatest hits. Every heard of J* Davey my brotha? Step your game up….

5. It’s 2009, dress accordingly- I’m not saying that I’m the black Posh Spice, but I like to look good. With that being said, there’s nothing worse than a man who still dresses like it’s 1999. Is that an ED Hardy T-shirt? Wide Legged jeans? Diesel Sneakers? Come on now. I don’t expect you to be Thomas Pink-ed or Purple Labled from head to toe but at least look like you’re dressing for this decade. And while we’re on the subject of clothes…..

6. Mix it up- There’s nothing more pretentious than a man that only wears one brand of clothing or doesn’t own a fresh pair of kicks. Yes, we are grown, but does that mean you have to wear loafers and a sport jacket to the grocery store? I like a man who can go from rocking an Armani suit one day to a Polo hoodie and a pair of Blazers the next. On the flip side, a man whose idea of dressing up is an Express button up and a pair of Kenneth Cole’s won’t be getting any points from me either.

7. Chivalry is NOT dead- Contrary to popular belief, women still appreciate a man with manners. Open the car door for me, pull out my seat at the restaurant, and pour my glass of wine first. Yes, I can do these things myself but I fully believe in a man and a woman playing their respective ‘roles.’ Unfortunately, chivalry has become a lost art in 2009. A man who still possesses these characteristics gets an extra 5,000 hubby points in my book.

8. Cook for me- Ok, ok. I know a lot of men do not possess the same prowess in the kitchen as most women but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. I thin k that in 2009, every man should have one go-to meal to ‘get the panties wet.’ Call your Mama for a recipe and practice! Even if it isn’t all that tasty, we’ll appreciate the effort.

9. Be secure with your sh*t! - Whether you’re a teacher with a second job at Macy’s or the CEO of your company, own it! There’s nothing worse than a man insecure with where he is in life. I know we can all stand to do better but as long as you’re working toward a goal, I can’t be mad. Just because you drive a Civic and I drive an Audi, it doesn’t mean I won’t give you a chance. But if you act like it’s a problem, it will be.

So ladies, did I miss anything? Leave me a comment and let me know!

It's not me, It's you

2009-06-02T14:12:00.003-04:00

At 26 years old I've had my fair share of break ups, make ups, and everything in between. I've cheated, been cheated on and completely lost myself several times along the way. I'm now in this weird transitional period where I finally know what I want but can't seem to find anyone on the same page. I no longer wish to be bothered with someone who wants to casually date for a couple months then fade into the background when they feel like things might be getting a little 'too serious.' Nor am I interested in having a 'friend with benefits.' I have enough friends and the supposed 'benefit' isn't worth the headache. I also value myself enough to want and expect more than just sex from a man. So here I am, in my prime, ready to finally be an adult and do things the 'right way' and yet, meeting a man who even remotely knows what he's doing with his life is like finding a black person still living on U Street. That's not to say I haven't come across some good guys. It's just that most of them are either too intimidated by who they 'think' I am or are so busy proving themselves that I never get to see who they really are. Then there are the ones that don't feel like they have to put in any work and expect me to just hand 'it' over on a silver platter. I'm not saying that I'm the easiest person to get to know. I'm extremely picky, sarcastic probably to a fault and have an impossibly low threshold for bullsh*t. But, I'm a genuinely good person. I have a great sense of humor, I'm not needy or jealous, and I'm not in a rush to get married any time soon. All I want is to find someone who doesn't play games, keeps it 100 at all times, and enjoys my company (being tall, dark, and handsome surely doesn't hurt either!). I know there are some good men out there and I haven't completely lost hope just yet, but the dating scene is whack and I'm tired of kissing all these frogs. I'm ready for my Prince.

I'm in Love with a Stripper (song)

2008-10-10T07:56:00.009-04:00

One of my biggest guilty pleasures is my affinity for stripper songs. I don't know if I was a stripper in a previous life or what but whenever I hear one of these songs I immediately have the urge to dance. And I'm not talking about a two step. I'm talking about full throttle, knees touching my elbows, gettin in like it's my freshman year at the Ritz, dancing. I can't understand why on earth I would get so hyped over songs that are so overtly sexually degrading to women but it's like singing along to a 'Too Short' song, you don't want to but you can't help yourself...

Here's the list of my top 5 Favorite Stripper Songs

1. "Da Baddest" -Big Kuntry King feat. Trey Songz: To be honest, I don't even know who 'Big Kuntry King' is but I came across the video for this song a couple months ago and ever since then it's been on heavy rotation on my iPod (and having sexy ass Trey Songz on the track doesn't hurt!)

2. "Tip Drill" -Nelly: How can you not love the song that got B.E.T's 'Uncensored' kicked off the air?

3. "Get Loose"- T.I: This like "Tip Drill's" twin brother. You can't have one without the other. I'm pretty sure T.I. even mentions the Tip Drill video in the first 10 seconds of the song.

4. "I'm in Love with a Stripper"- T-Pain: This song made it socially acceptable to wife a stripper. Hey.....ho's need lovin too! ;)

5. "Make it Rain"- Fat Joe feat. Lil Wayne: Now I've actually seen this song in action. You can't be mad at a song that makes grown men blow their entire paycheck at the advice of a damn song (at least the strippers aren't mad anyway, lol).

Who Got Game?

2008-09-30T08:40:00.006-04:00

So I'm in Friday's last weekend with a girlfriend of mine sipping on my second Mango Berry Mojito at the bar when I get a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and standing before me is a young man no older than about 22. He introduces himself to me and we strike up a pretty harmless conversation. He asks me questions, tells me a little about himself and it isn't until halfway though the conversation that I realize that he's trying to pick me up. I guess I assumed that he was just being friendly up until that point (silly me). Anyway, we talk a little longer and then he leaves to go take the order of a couple who just sat down (oh yeah, he was a waiter). My friend and I continue our convo and every once and a while he'd walk by and kind of give me the eye. By the time I finished my meal, he returns to the bar with a rose and says these exact words to me " I got you a rose because it symbolizes the beauty that I see in you, inside and out." Ok....so I know it SOUNDS corny but for some reason, it didn't come across as corny at all. It wasn't like he was trying too hard and he seemed sincere about the whole thing. I was actually in shock for a brief moment. It wasn't really the fact that he gave me the flower, it was his GAME. I'm sitting there thinking...don't tell me this young boy's got better game a man my age ?! I mean seriously, what's that about?

All I have to say to the men in the 25 and up crowd is 'step ya' game up.' These young dudes are making you look bad!

Therapy is for black people too!

2008-09-29T13:28:00.006-04:00

Ok, so I'm back. I know it's seemed like FOREVER since I last posted anything but due to lack of inspiration, a crazy work/gym/drinking schedule, and overall laziness, I've completely neglected my blog.

Now that that's out of the way. I figured that I'd get back into the groove of things by blogging about something near and dear to my heart. No, not shopping, eating out, or drinking margaritas (although these are pretty far up in the list of things I absolutely love). I'm talking about therapy. YES, I said it, THERAPY. Now I know what you're thinking... "Damn, Teree is crazier than I thought." And although that could be true, it's really not THAT serious. I pretty much go to an office every week and sit in front of a man who listens as I talk about whatever is going on in my head at that particular moment. I won't get into what we talk about but I'm telling you, therapy isn't all that bad. It's nice to be able to talk to someone who is completely impartial. Now I know a lot of black folk think that I don't need therapy but JESUS. For some reason there's a stigma associated with Psychology. Even though I heart Jesus as much as the next girl, there's nothing like a little one on one with my therapist to get me moving in the right direction. I've only been going for a few months now and I already find myself being more cognizant of the things I do and say. That's not to say that I don't and won't pray. I just feel like every little bit helps and right now, my shrink is helping out quite a bit!

It feels good to be back. There's more to come. Stay tuned!

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you....

2008-05-21T07:24:00.004-04:00

So, it's been about two months since my last post. Keeping up with a blog is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I haven't been feeling particularly inspired to write about anything, until yesterday on my way back from a meeting in the city. For some reason, as I made my way from the meeting, to Zara and H&M (for a quick midday shopping break),and back to work, I kept getting the "eye" from these old ass men. I don't know what it was about me yesterday. I definitely had gym hair and my outfit was just O.K. so why I was getting all this attention was beyond me. Not to mention the fact that not one man under the age of 40 even looked in my direction so it's not like I was walking around thinking I was cute. Anyway...as I dodged the googly eyes and smiles from men old enough to be my father, I started realizing that men over 40 have five very distinguishable characteristics that makes them easy to spot. So know, I present to you, 5 ways to tell if the man eyeing you down from across the room is over the age of 40 (long title, I know..):

1. He's wearing hoop earrings

2. His 'casual attire' consists of a button up (usually white) tucked into a pair of jeans and black or brown loafers

3. He's still rocking the '95 fade (see photo above)

4. He carries a man purse

5. His hair is super shiny, slicked back, or just looks 'juicy'

Question of the Day

2008-03-20T08:29:00.004-04:00

What do you think about overweight aerobics instructors? I went to the gym last night and took a class and to my surprise, my instructor was overweight. Now, I usually don't discriminate against overweight people (they've just got more to love!) but shouldn't fitness instructors be....I don't know...fit?!
I mean, she did a good job, I suppose, but something about this whole situation rubs me the wrong way.

Soo...

2008-03-19T09:39:00.003-04:00

I saw the nasty dude at the gym again last night. I have to start bringing my phone with me so that I can take a picture. This time, his shorts were purple (he must have been shopping because he usually only wears grey). They're still just as short and DEFINITELY still boxer briefs.

And another thing, how short do you have to be to be considered a midget? I was on the elevator just now and two short Asian ladies got on. Now I'm only 5'3" and these women were both at least 4 inches shorter than me. They didn't have the typical "little person" characteristics but they have to be classified as something as other than just "short." I'm short....but they're definitely pushing midget status!

Let me upgrade you....PLEASE!

2008-03-13T22:42:00.004-04:00

So I'm on the train the other day and I see a man with the old school radio headphones on. They were bright yellow and HUGE. My first thought was "Why the hell does this man still own those?" and my second thought, "How the f*ck is he getting reception UNDERGROUND?. Maybe he's on some new shit I don't know about."
Then, on the same day, I see a woman with a WALKMAN. That's right, a WALKMAN..not a iPOD, Zune, or even DISCMAN, she was rocking the Walkman with cassettes! Now I know not everyone can afford an iPod or any other type of MP3 for that matter but how the hell does she even buy new tapes for it? What is she doing, listening to old Jodeci tapes circa 1992? I'm confused...

Perverts, Farts and a Motherf-ing Asshole

2008-03-11T20:01:00.004-04:00

Today was pretty interesting. It started out as usual. I went to work and went to couple meetings, did some Internet shopping and chatted it up with my co-workers. It all started going downhill, at about 5:45pm. This is when I stepped foot in the gym. I usually take a Yoga class at 6pm at my gym and since I got there a couple minutes early, I figured I'd work out a little bit beforehand. This is when I noticed the Dirty Old Man that I try to avoid at all costs. This old man, who is at least 65, comes to the gym every day in his UNDERWEAR. Yes, you heard me right. This pervert comes to the damn gym in BOXER BRIEFS! I don't know if he thinks they're workout shorts or what but I know a pair of boxer briefs when I see them. The seaming in the crotch and ass, the lack of support in the nether region...they're DEFINITELY boxers. So anyway, DOM (Dirty Old Man...keep up)proceeds to sit at the lat pull machine, spread his legs open, and start working out. Now mind you, I'm sitting directly across from him and trying not to stare. But it's like anything else gross...you don't want to watch but somehow you can't look away. For about 2 minutes I sat there completely appalled and wondered if anyone else in the gym was witness to this atrocity. I even thought about reporting his dirty ass to the gym Management. Needless to say...the DOM has got to go!

So 6pm rolls around and I'm in Yoga. Things are going fine for the first 30 minutes or so when all of a sudden while we're doing our "sun salutations," the lady next to me lets one go. I'm standing there trying to relax when I smell this horrendous odor emanating from the skinny white lady next to me. For the next 5 minutes, I struggled to concentrate on my poses while intermittently putting my nose underneath the collar of my shirt so at least the only funk I smelled was my own. Smelled like something literally crawled up in her and died. The good thing is that the smell didn't last that long although I'll never look at that woman the same again and I'll make sure to put my mat as far away from her as possible the next time.

After the gym, I usually go to the grocery store (because of course I only buy enough groceries to last me 2-3 days at a time..I'm' smart like that ;)). Anyway, I'm in line when I remember that I forgot my rice (can't forget about the white rice...I'm 1/4 Chinese, it's in my blood!). Since the woman in front of me was still putting her things on the conveyor belt, I knew I had more than enough time to run and get the rice. Since the line was long, I had to leave my cart in the aisle directly behind the lane I was in in order to leave enough room for the other shoppers to get by. So I run and get my rice and when I get back, I notice that instead of it being the black lady in front of me as it was before I left, it was a white lady and her black companion. I immediately realized that this was the same wench that was in line in the lane next to mine. This heifer went ahead and got IN FRONT of me while I ran to get my damn rice! Completely pissed off, I proceeded to call the heifer out and here is how the next five minutes or so went:

Me: (making eye contact with the black guy) "Excuse me, did you just get in front of me?

Black Guy: *no response* He stands there and gives me this blank look and smiles which leads me to believe that A) he doesn't speak English or B) he isn't the sharpest crayon in the box.

So, I direct my attention to the while lady who at this point is standing in front of the credit card swipe thing at the front of the line

Me: "EXCUSE ME, I think you got in front of me"

*no response* Heifer wouldn't even turn around.

Me: (even louder this time and even more pissed off) "EXCUSE ME! YOU CUT ME IN LINE!"

Nothing...the wench refused to look me in the face. I'm thinking she was scared at this point but I didn't give a damn. I was PISSED.

So, I tried again, this time moving up to the conveyor belt...

Me: "YOU CUT ME IN LINE. YOU COULD AT LEAST APOLOGIZE"

And again, no response. The black dude keeps looking at me like he's on another freaking planet and my blood is boiling. I'm counting to ten, praying to God and taking deep breaths all at the same time as I tried to stay calm.

Now, anyone who knows me knows that I'm not loud & ghetto. I pride myself on not being the stereotypical "loud black woman" but in this situation, all of that shit went out of the window. As I was placing my things on the conveyor belt, I knew what was about to happen even before it did. Although I didn't want to, I had to say it...I waited..tried to calm down...and then it slipped out... "BITCH!"
For some reason, right after I said it, it made me feel a lot better. Even though she still didn't look me in the face, I know that wench heard me and that's all I needed.

What a damn night....

WTF?!: the Monday Morning Edition

2008-03-03T10:24:00.000-05:00

I almost didn't get this shot this morning but it was worth almost getting my ass cursed out. In case it's hard for you to tell, that's a french roll (yes, apparently they still make those) with finger waves on top. I don't know when this hair style was ever popular in the DMV so I'm gonna go out on a limb and say she's from somewhere in the South. Monday mornings....gotta love 'em!

When the Cat's Away

2008-02-25T21:16:00.004-05:00

You don't realize how much time you spend with your significant other until they go out of town. Here is a list of the 5 things I will do this weekend while my boyfriend is in Charlotte for CIAA:

1. Drink....excessively: For some reason my boyfriend thinks I'm an alcoholic even though I ONLY drink on the weekends (ok, and maybe a couple glasses of wine during the week, lol). He doesn't understand why I, and I quote... "feel the need to get a drink every time I go out." To appease him, I've been cutting back on drinking (at least when he's around!). This weekend, I'm gonna drink. Drink until I can't drink no mo'! I won't get sloppy but I will be "right!."

2. Spend my OWN money: This isn't necessarily a good thing but something I'm gonna have to do nonetheless. Since the BF's away, I will be forced to pay for my own meals and buy my own drinks...BOO!

3. Stay up past midnight: My BF's not much of a partier so usually, we end up going the sleep before Saturday Night Live even ends. This weekend, I'm staying up til the sun comes up and the cows come home....

4. Drive: This is another one of those things I don't want to do but will have to anyway. I guess this means I'll have to actually put gas in my car!

5. Sleep in the bed....sideways: I don't know why but I'm the most comfortable in the bed when I'm sleeping in it horizontally. With no BF around, I can sleep how I want and also not have to worry about waking up shivering because he's wrapped all of the damn covers around himself AGAIN!

We've got to do better!

2008-02-25T20:50:00.004-05:00

Thanks to my BF for "enlightening" me. Please watch and discuss. I'm disgusted...

WTF?!

2008-02-25T20:40:00.009-05:00

Can you believe that all of these fashion mishaps happened in one night?! I felt like I was in the twilight zone!

"Yes, I have on a velvet button-up and NO, I'm not hot!"

"I refuse to spend $30 on a strapless bra when I can just wear this one and make it work!

"Hmmm...what should I wear to the club tonight? I know, I'll put on that grey cropped sweater I haven't worn since 1997. They're still in style, right?"

Why Black Girls Don't Do the Gym

2008-02-25T20:00:00.005-05:00

As I wiped the sweat away from my forehead for the fifth time during step class tonight, it dawned on me why I don't go to the gym as often as I should...MY HAIR. Now if you're a black woman, I know you know exactly what I'm talking about. Unlike the white girls who can sweat it out in the gym, go home, wash their hair and be on their merry way, us black girls don't have it so easy. We actually have to "plan" when we will and will not go to the gym. Let me illustrate my point by having you take this short quiz:

On what days of the week will you find the most black women at the gym?

A. Mon, Tues, Wed
B. Wed, Thurs, Fri
C. Fri, Sat, Sun

If you picked B or C...sorry, try again. The correct answer is A. Now why A you ask?
Well, like most black women, I wash, blow dry and flat iron my hair on Thursday night (or sometimes Friday). This allows me to enjoy three days (Friday, Saturday and Sunday) of clean, bouncy, touchable hair.

By Monday, my hair is starting to get greasy and not really moving like it did during the weekend. This, by default, becomes the best day to go to the gym. Hair's already shot, might as well sweat a little in the gym. Now, Tuesday and Wednesday, we usually just throw those days in because supposedly, three days a week at the gym is considered "healthy." We kind of suffer through the week wearing our hair in some variation of a ponytail (half up/ half down, bangs pinned up, sides pulled back, etc.) and look forward to Thursday night when we can start the routine all over again. Thus, Monday-Wednesday are the most "hair friendly" gym days.

So this, you see, is the reason why black women don't do the gym. It's not that we don't want to. It's just that we are (as much as we don't want to admit it) defined by our hair. We don't feel as cute, as sexy, or as happy if our hair isn't exactly right. It's the black woman's dilemma and one we think about constantly. So give us a break, we aren't all lazy. It's just that we'd rather be fat with fly hair then skinny with naps. ;)

Amen!

Now this woman is trying to "hold on" to her weekend hair for just a little while longer (although it's probably just a weave, which makes the whole working out process a little easier!)

UUGGHHH!

2008-02-25T09:06:00.004-05:00

I lost it this morning...literally. How do you lose your work ID AAAANNNDDD your smartrip (metro) card all at one time? Freaking mondays...I hate them....

I'll holler in a little while..I need to get myself together. It's been a rough morning!

WTF?!

2008-02-21T15:37:00.003-05:00

Welcome to WTF. If it's whack, ugly, or just plain bad, I'm posting it.
My first victim is a young lady I saw in the club during Howard Homecoming 2007.
This outfit is just all kinds of bad.

WTF?!!!

Married with Children

2008-02-21T11:43:00.008-05:00

So over the past year or so, I know of about a dozen people who have either gotten married/ engaged, had kids, or both. It's almost like I'm the only person that I know who isn't and I'm only 25! Ok, so I guess I'm approaching the age when people start actually really "growing up" but damn! Can I just enjoy my single-dom for just a little while longer? In my younger years, I really thought that I would be married with kids by 25. Of course, now I realize how dumb of an idea that was. I'm not knocking those who have tied the knot and popped out a couple off-spring by now but I'm cool with just having a boyfriend and still being able to go to my own house when he gets on my nerves. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a little, insy, tinsy bit jealous of my friends who have gotten engaged in recent months. I mean, the whole planning a wedding, flashing the engagement ring, looking at bridal magazines thing looks fun and all but then I snap back to reality and think about what getting married really means:

1. spending all of your hard earned savings on one expensive ass party where the only reason half of your guests even come is to a) eat a free meal and drink tons of liquor b) see how fat the people you went to college with have gotten c) hate on you, your wedding dress,your husband, your wedding party, your decorations, etc.

2. giving up half of your sh*t (b/c all of your furniture and his furniture isn't going to make it into that newly purchased 'starter home.')

and most importantly...

3. getting fat: with marriage comes kids and with kids come stretch marks, random fat deposits, and sagging breasts. Not to mention the fact that you'll never again be able to fit into those size 26 "Sevens" that you bought your freshman year of college (unless of course you get lypo... which I'm all for should it be needed!)

So......no thanks...think I'll stick to being single for just a little while longer....

The EVITE Queen

2008-02-21T10:45:00.002-05:00

I'm the queen of the evite. I will whip one of those suckers up for just about anything. Want to invite firends to the movies? make an evite! Dinner on Saturday night? make an evite! I don't know what it is about those little electronic invitations but I love them! My friends have even started soliciting my services whenever they need one made. They give me their sign-on information and I work my magic. Unfortunately, however, not everyone feels the same way about evites. I mean, everyone will LOOK at the evite. They may even set a reminder in their Blackberry. But for some reason, they don't ever respond. Not a big deal, you say. Well, say for instance you're panning a dinner party and you need to know how much food to make. Out of the 15 people you invited, only 6 have actually repsonded with a "yes," "no," or "maybe." Everyone else just views it and then moves on. I mean, they actually may have every intention of showing up but unless they respond, how the hell am I supposed to know? What makes it even worse is that evite lets you know who has viewed the invitation and who hasn't. This means that I can see who viewed it and basically gave me the middle finger by not responding. I see you jerks! Stop pissing me off and just respond! It's not that hard!

Woosah.....let me get a grip.....

I'm a Virgin!

2008-02-21T10:20:00.001-05:00

Ok, not really. But this is my first post. I'm a virgin to this blogging thing. Not really sure what posessed me on this random day to start a blog but work has been kind of slow and I need SOMETHING to do to pass the time. Plus, I've been out of school for a while and my writing skills are diminishing by the minute so this may help me brush up . So, I guess at this point I'm supposed to let you know a little about me:

1. I'm 25
2. I work for "the man" (literally....Uncle Sam (i.e. the FEDs pay my bills)) Which means he's probably watching me right now as I type!
3. I'm originally from the DC Metro Area (Silver Spring to be exact)
4. I attended the one and only, Howard University
5. I'm a homeowner (yay me!)
6. And yes, I've got a man! ;)

Ok, that's all for now. I'm sure you'll learn more about me as time goes on.

I'm pretty much using this blog as a way for me to comment on the random things I come across on a daily basis. I actually wanted to name this "Random Little Things" but the name (and every freaking variation) was taken so I settled with PYT's Random Little Things. PYT happens to be my 'theme song.' If there was a way for me to get that song to play every time I started walking, I would (athough there will come a time when I'm 'not so young' and the song may not be as relevant...but I digress). Kind of like how Alley McBeal walked to Barry White back in the day (ya'll remember that show, right?)

So, thanks for reading my first entry. It was pretty painless right? Now just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. ;)