Well. Another sleepless night at the home front but its cool. I know Mama wants to hit an Old Navy sale soon so if she's up to it, we'll go.
Also today is the Saints/Cowboys game. We have to go 14-0. I know to some that's great but to us NOLA fans, this is some scary shit. For forty something years, fans have suffered many disappointing seasons. In 2006, we were so close to the Superbowl (Damn Chicago Bears) but alas, it didn't work. For the first time since Hurricane Katrina, the people of NOLA (that's New Orleans, La. to those who may not understand what NOLA means) have something to think about instead of raising homes and fixing up shit that contractors didn't finish. There was talk that we have a racial gap in this city but it seems that the Saints have healed the wounds of the cuts of separation. No one knew that this year would do so much.
However, the big wig media heads will not give us our credit. Why you may ask? Because no one wants to believe that a "small" city like NOLA can have something so big in a place that's not considered a big major city. There's always sayings that the Saints are "lucky" or haven't played anyone too sound but lets look at the facts shall we:
First, yes we played the Lions and it was a hot mess on their end. 1-0
Then, there was Philly and yes, McNabb was hurt but the the replacement QB did a smashing job. 2-0
Third were the Bills and the talkative T.O. (yet he is sexy). We did well and in a colder condition. 3-0
Then, the world famous Jets. The home of Broadway Joe and the new sensation Jeff "dirty" Sanchez. Another New York defeat. 4-0
And on the fifth week, the Lord and the Saints rested. Waiting for the chance to continue their domination.
Here came the Giants and the one part of the Manning dynasty Eli. Another great game that made people say "Look at New Orleans" 5-0
Then, we went fishing in Miami. Now don't get me wrong, we were getting our asses kicked but once again, we prevailed with faith and a good defense. 6-0
Now there's talk in the media that the Saints maybe someone to look at. However, while we are on our streak, The Indy Colts with another part of the Manning herd, Peyton were going on a streak of their own. So once again, we are on the back burner.
Then some Dirty Birds from Georgia came in thinking they were going to knock us off on a Monday night making us look bad on our jobs. They were plucked. 7-0
Some Kittens from Carolina purred their way in and barely escaped with their nine lives. 8-0
Went to the Lou and the Midwest Swing. 9-0
Back to Florida where we met the Bucs. Home of the creamsicle unis and the winking pirate. Well the sicles melted and the pirate opened his eye. 10-0
Then he came. The Holy one of the NFL. Tom Brady. The model baby-maker and Stetson spokesperson. He and his Patsies came in and went back to Boston confused. "The Saints did what?" 11-0
Then off to our Nation's capital to face the Redskins. We had more problems than the Dems trying to pass health care. However, the faith and the unknown Who Dat watched as we kicked into history. 12-0
Now the talking heads are saying that we can't hold our own. We're going to fall apart and Minnesota has a better chance....yet we won our division. Keep talking haters.
Then those Dirty Birds came back. Damn peckers almost got us...but lucky 13 smiled our way.
Now they're saying that were falling apart more yet we have one of the best offensives period. Keep on believing that we're going to crack the levees and you might drown in denial.
So here come the Cowboys and the golden boy Tony Romo. The one who broke Jessica's heart and her scale. Once again, the talking heads are talking defeat....
Have you ever wondered if dreams come true? We'll know by January 3rd....
WHO DAT!
Lovely :)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
And I want to live in my dream part 2
Well, a few months ago, I started a blog about Jay and mine's relationship. For you who may have forgotten since it's been a while and you don't want to re-read the first one, I'm black and Jay is white and there has been some things that have shaped and affected our relationship.
Well now that Jay is home, the stares have come back. Its almost 2010 people. Almost 50 years after the Civil Rights Era, people still cannot get over the fact that people can cross racial borders and find love.
However, since moving home, I have learned something. When I first came home, there were many Latinos who moved here to find work in the rebuilding process. Some have a big ass problem with them coming here but I was like this: If they want to do it and you want to sit on your ass, shut up bitch.
Well, as they started living here, they started to become more involved with the NOLA society and with its people. Now three years later, there are more Latino/Black, Latino/White and Latino/Asian couples walking around. As I see them, I smile yet I see those same people who looked at Jay and me with stupid dirty looks. I hear them mumble: Is he/she from here? (meaning if they are illegals), I wonder if they speak Spanish to insult people cause people don't know what they are saying?, I wonder how many people live in their homes?
Stupid shit that makes me wonder what's going on in their lives that makes them comfy to judge others? What makes them feel that their way is the right way? Then it hit me: These people are unhappy. There is something missing in these people's lives and they are trying to fill it with hate and ignorance. Their hearts are hurting and instead of embracing love for themselves, they decide to hate on others and their happiness.
So what can we do to live in our dreamworlds? Easy, just love and be in love. Love your life, love your happiness and love your special someone. Be in love with love and all that it can build and fulfill.
Til next time,
Lovely :)
Well now that Jay is home, the stares have come back. Its almost 2010 people. Almost 50 years after the Civil Rights Era, people still cannot get over the fact that people can cross racial borders and find love.
However, since moving home, I have learned something. When I first came home, there were many Latinos who moved here to find work in the rebuilding process. Some have a big ass problem with them coming here but I was like this: If they want to do it and you want to sit on your ass, shut up bitch.
Well, as they started living here, they started to become more involved with the NOLA society and with its people. Now three years later, there are more Latino/Black, Latino/White and Latino/Asian couples walking around. As I see them, I smile yet I see those same people who looked at Jay and me with stupid dirty looks. I hear them mumble: Is he/she from here? (meaning if they are illegals), I wonder if they speak Spanish to insult people cause people don't know what they are saying?, I wonder how many people live in their homes?
Stupid shit that makes me wonder what's going on in their lives that makes them comfy to judge others? What makes them feel that their way is the right way? Then it hit me: These people are unhappy. There is something missing in these people's lives and they are trying to fill it with hate and ignorance. Their hearts are hurting and instead of embracing love for themselves, they decide to hate on others and their happiness.
So what can we do to live in our dreamworlds? Easy, just love and be in love. Love your life, love your happiness and love your special someone. Be in love with love and all that it can build and fulfill.
Til next time,
Lovely :)
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Guess who's back?!
Well, well, well. It's been almost a year since I've typed anything that isn't school related. I know I have been gone for a minute but a lot has changed...a lot. Well, let's get to it shall we.
Well first things first...JAY IS HOME!!! Yes, nine almost ten months ago, Jay got into some bad financial problems and things were getting worse by the minute. So at 6:00 AM on a Friday morning, I hopped on a Greyhound straight to Houston. Seven hours of boredom and half sleep filled my day.
After landing there, my BFF Rena drove me to a U-Haul place and I rented a truck and drove to other side of Houston. When I got there, Jay was packing everything he could salvage and we loaded up to leave. After a seven hour ride, my phone died so we bought a charger cause no one knew if I was ok. (In another post, I will give you the story of the bus ride. Two words: Hot Mess)
After loading up everything, I realized three things: A. It was the end of February and it was hot as hell, B. I was running on maybe three hours of sleep and C. Jay had a lot of shit to say he lived alone.
So we left, mind you like I said in the last paragraph, I was only running on three hours of sleep and Jay license had expired, I had to drive home.
I was okay for a while. We talked and it kept me up for a while. However, Texas has a lot of long, skinny and winding roads when its after midnight. After a while, things started looking like a blur and before I knew it, I was driving on two wheels! I had ran into a winding curb and drove sideways for like five minutes. Then all of a sudden, I felt a hand guiding my hands and the road didn't seem so dark. I got back on the road safely and drove to the Louisiana border where I started to fall asleep again so Jay and I went to a hotel. I don't remember much after that cause I fell straight to sleep but I kept wondering how that dark road I almost flipped over on became so much brighter.
I when I woke up the next morning, I dreaded looking at the truck thinking it was damaged from us almost running off the road. Alas, there was no marks on it! It was like nothing happened. Pleased that ordeal was over, we headed home.
Now, coming was pretty hard for Jay to do. In Houston, he had his own apartment, a good job and was content. Now he was coming home to live with me and my mom in this tiny ass apartment. Moving his stuff and my stuff couldn't flow so we put some of his stuff in storage.
Well, as much as I was glad to see him come home, Jay and I hit a few bumps. Fuck it, we hit a lot of them. Now I know relationships get rocky but it was to the point we were screaming at each other. We had lost the communication we had built our relationship on years ago. Things were different now. I had a heavy load at school and he tried his best looking for a job since his old one couldn't find him a place here. So for seven months, Jay tried his best to get a job but it didn't work out well. He ended losing all of his stuff in storage cause he couldn't keep up with the payments.
This is also when I noticed some things. Not big things but shit that makes you think. Well first of all, we looked at life differently. He mourns silently while I'm a blubbering mess. I stress out a lot yet if he is, he rarely shows it. That and two independent people can clash over simple things. I yell at him for not picking up a towel and he yells at me for not eating and not taking my meds. Its nothing to break up over but it makes you think.
Secondly, we had our own different worlds yet we didn't fuse them together. While he talked to his friends online, I was chatting it up with mine but in my mind, I just thought he didn't want to be part of this family or our relationship was fading.
Well it came to blows Thanksgiving evening and I thought this may be the end of what I thought was a fairy tale relationship. However, for the first time since he has been here, we finally got to say things and found out we wanted the same thing, just in a different matter.
Things got better after that, Jay found a job and we are talking more. My shrink wants us to go to counseling but neither one of us can afford it now so we try to talk out things but I think we will try counseling soon.
So I am at 5AM and not a bit sleepy. Jay has to be to work for 8 and I have a final on Sunday morning (who the hell made this testing schedule will hear it from me in a nice comforting letter). Last week, I was up for 34 hours. Why? I don't have the slightest idea. This semester has killed me. I found some gray hairs that weren't there when I started this school term. However, that's for another post to rant about that.
He's snoring so I guess that means I should try to get at least two hours in. I'm just glad to have him back.
See you guys in my next post :)
Lovely
Well first things first...JAY IS HOME!!! Yes, nine almost ten months ago, Jay got into some bad financial problems and things were getting worse by the minute. So at 6:00 AM on a Friday morning, I hopped on a Greyhound straight to Houston. Seven hours of boredom and half sleep filled my day.
After landing there, my BFF Rena drove me to a U-Haul place and I rented a truck and drove to other side of Houston. When I got there, Jay was packing everything he could salvage and we loaded up to leave. After a seven hour ride, my phone died so we bought a charger cause no one knew if I was ok. (In another post, I will give you the story of the bus ride. Two words: Hot Mess)
After loading up everything, I realized three things: A. It was the end of February and it was hot as hell, B. I was running on maybe three hours of sleep and C. Jay had a lot of shit to say he lived alone.
So we left, mind you like I said in the last paragraph, I was only running on three hours of sleep and Jay license had expired, I had to drive home.
I was okay for a while. We talked and it kept me up for a while. However, Texas has a lot of long, skinny and winding roads when its after midnight. After a while, things started looking like a blur and before I knew it, I was driving on two wheels! I had ran into a winding curb and drove sideways for like five minutes. Then all of a sudden, I felt a hand guiding my hands and the road didn't seem so dark. I got back on the road safely and drove to the Louisiana border where I started to fall asleep again so Jay and I went to a hotel. I don't remember much after that cause I fell straight to sleep but I kept wondering how that dark road I almost flipped over on became so much brighter.
I when I woke up the next morning, I dreaded looking at the truck thinking it was damaged from us almost running off the road. Alas, there was no marks on it! It was like nothing happened. Pleased that ordeal was over, we headed home.
Now, coming was pretty hard for Jay to do. In Houston, he had his own apartment, a good job and was content. Now he was coming home to live with me and my mom in this tiny ass apartment. Moving his stuff and my stuff couldn't flow so we put some of his stuff in storage.
Well, as much as I was glad to see him come home, Jay and I hit a few bumps. Fuck it, we hit a lot of them. Now I know relationships get rocky but it was to the point we were screaming at each other. We had lost the communication we had built our relationship on years ago. Things were different now. I had a heavy load at school and he tried his best looking for a job since his old one couldn't find him a place here. So for seven months, Jay tried his best to get a job but it didn't work out well. He ended losing all of his stuff in storage cause he couldn't keep up with the payments.
This is also when I noticed some things. Not big things but shit that makes you think. Well first of all, we looked at life differently. He mourns silently while I'm a blubbering mess. I stress out a lot yet if he is, he rarely shows it. That and two independent people can clash over simple things. I yell at him for not picking up a towel and he yells at me for not eating and not taking my meds. Its nothing to break up over but it makes you think.
Secondly, we had our own different worlds yet we didn't fuse them together. While he talked to his friends online, I was chatting it up with mine but in my mind, I just thought he didn't want to be part of this family or our relationship was fading.
Well it came to blows Thanksgiving evening and I thought this may be the end of what I thought was a fairy tale relationship. However, for the first time since he has been here, we finally got to say things and found out we wanted the same thing, just in a different matter.
Things got better after that, Jay found a job and we are talking more. My shrink wants us to go to counseling but neither one of us can afford it now so we try to talk out things but I think we will try counseling soon.
So I am at 5AM and not a bit sleepy. Jay has to be to work for 8 and I have a final on Sunday morning (who the hell made this testing schedule will hear it from me in a nice comforting letter). Last week, I was up for 34 hours. Why? I don't have the slightest idea. This semester has killed me. I found some gray hairs that weren't there when I started this school term. However, that's for another post to rant about that.
He's snoring so I guess that means I should try to get at least two hours in. I'm just glad to have him back.
See you guys in my next post :)
Lovely
Friday, January 9, 2009
And I want to live in my dream
*waves* I know, I know. You're probably thinking: "Where that heffa at?" LOL. Well after Chistmas and concussions also New Years and nose bleeds, 2008 ended kinda weird.
Well, with that said, lets continue to todays post.
"There would be no black and white, the world just treat my wife right. We could walk down in Mississipi and no one would look at us twice."- Dreamworld by Robin Thicke
I finally had the chance to listen to my new Robin Thicke CD. If you dont know who he is, google his name and listen to a bit of the music. He's beautiful and has a beautiful voice. :)
Well while flipping through the songs, I stumbled into Dreamworld, a truthful song about wanting something that most dont think is possible. I sat and listened to it at least three times. What he said in this song make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
The song basically expresses, quote above also, his wanting to live in a world where life can be lived and there wouldnt be any problems, no racism or shame.
So this entry will be about my and Jay's relationship...an interracial relationship.
Now, now. Some of y'all are thinking: "So what? There are many of those around so what makes this blog any different?" Honestly, ever since I've been reading this entry for a while and I'm still deciding what I should say.
Well, everyone knows how Jay and I met and how we got to this, however, theres so much to it then just being in a relationship.
I knew when Jay's family found out about us, shit would hit the fan. Here's this girl they didnt know about and the cherry on top is she's not one of us. There were times I knew they wanted him to break up with me but my beloved has this "I dont give a fuck about you think" chip implanted in his brain.
I have to admit, when we first started dating. there was this little voice inside my head (not the regular residents that live in my brain. just a guest.) saying it wont work. Saying that he doesnt really love you, its just a fling. He's just doing something to piss off his family. However, my fears were taking the best of me and I almost broke it off a few times. Once, I was so depressed from my fears of this relationship, I had a minor breakdown.
I started slowly to face my fears and they began to go away but in someway as always, something brought them back.
At one time, Jay and I were discussing marriage was I was helping my cousin pick out her invites. As we were talking this, I had to ask. I had to ask him how would his people re-act to us getting married. First there was this pause and that was one of the longest pauses I've ever been apart of. Then, he just smiled and said "Fuck 'em."
It seems that once Jay and I because closer, the more drama would start. First, it was the stares, then the judging and the best part, trying to talk to the couple into dating their own race again. If I can get a quarter everytime I heard something like: "Why are you with him?" "What can he do for you?" "What are ya'll going to do when ya'll have kids?", I would be chillin at Bill Gates's house cooking gumbo with his wife.
Well, I gotta cut this short. My eyelids are fluttering. Please come back for part 2
Well, with that said, lets continue to todays post.
"There would be no black and white, the world just treat my wife right. We could walk down in Mississipi and no one would look at us twice."- Dreamworld by Robin Thicke
I finally had the chance to listen to my new Robin Thicke CD. If you dont know who he is, google his name and listen to a bit of the music. He's beautiful and has a beautiful voice. :)
Well while flipping through the songs, I stumbled into Dreamworld, a truthful song about wanting something that most dont think is possible. I sat and listened to it at least three times. What he said in this song make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
The song basically expresses, quote above also, his wanting to live in a world where life can be lived and there wouldnt be any problems, no racism or shame.
So this entry will be about my and Jay's relationship...an interracial relationship.
Now, now. Some of y'all are thinking: "So what? There are many of those around so what makes this blog any different?" Honestly, ever since I've been reading this entry for a while and I'm still deciding what I should say.
Well, everyone knows how Jay and I met and how we got to this, however, theres so much to it then just being in a relationship.
I knew when Jay's family found out about us, shit would hit the fan. Here's this girl they didnt know about and the cherry on top is she's not one of us. There were times I knew they wanted him to break up with me but my beloved has this "I dont give a fuck about you think" chip implanted in his brain.
I have to admit, when we first started dating. there was this little voice inside my head (not the regular residents that live in my brain. just a guest.) saying it wont work. Saying that he doesnt really love you, its just a fling. He's just doing something to piss off his family. However, my fears were taking the best of me and I almost broke it off a few times. Once, I was so depressed from my fears of this relationship, I had a minor breakdown.
I started slowly to face my fears and they began to go away but in someway as always, something brought them back.
At one time, Jay and I were discussing marriage was I was helping my cousin pick out her invites. As we were talking this, I had to ask. I had to ask him how would his people re-act to us getting married. First there was this pause and that was one of the longest pauses I've ever been apart of. Then, he just smiled and said "Fuck 'em."
It seems that once Jay and I because closer, the more drama would start. First, it was the stares, then the judging and the best part, trying to talk to the couple into dating their own race again. If I can get a quarter everytime I heard something like: "Why are you with him?" "What can he do for you?" "What are ya'll going to do when ya'll have kids?", I would be chillin at Bill Gates's house cooking gumbo with his wife.
Well, I gotta cut this short. My eyelids are fluttering. Please come back for part 2
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