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So I'm finally back at work after the long hectic weekend. I needed just a day to recoup.. chile my back, legs and arms were all sore.. I never knew that tailgating was so much physical work! I have a new found appreciation for all those folks who let me crash their tailgate with beer in hand as a peace offering! I will never ever ever again try and cook and feed 20-30 mofo's AGAIN! I had a great weekend with alot of pitfalls, unexpected results, and alot of hard work. I managed to burn my arm on the grill Sunday, lose my cell phone during the game, and get the worst migraine in migraine history!

My gripe today has to deal with the Raider organization and the fact they don't have their stuff together.. and I'm not just speaking for the on the field shenanigans of losing the game.. Here's my dilemma...

I had all week to go by the coliseum to purchase my tickets.. I mean the same road I travel to and from work, I pass by it twice a day.. naw but that would have been too much like right. So day of the game I'm in line trying to purchase tickets. Now I think I'm being pretty smart by carrying cash and leaving my credit cards at the tailgate area. I've got a $100 bill and some $20's so I figure I should be able to purchase two tickets easy right?? No ma'am.. the Raiders want me to jump through hoops and do somersaults before I can enter the gates. So as I walk up to the counter I ask the lady behind the 3 inch thick Plexiglas how much the cheapest tickets for today's game are. She tells me $71 a piece.. okay well I'm a fan.. I'm already late.. so yeah I'll take em. As I reach in my pocket and pull out my money she reminds me very kindly that she doesn't accept bills over $20

WHAAAT?? I have a choice - go back to the tailgate and retrieve my credit cards or find change.. Now where in the hell am I going to find change for a hunnered? I ask a few attendants where I can get change and they point me in the direction of the Raider store, but when I get there it's blocked off by a gate so now I have to yell through the gate to ask the guy behind the counter for change... dayum he don't have none (liar.. I see your cash drawer) so a kind Raider fan in line comes to my rescue and gives me change for the bill. Now I make a mad dash back to the line which has now grown exponentially due to fans of the A's (ARE YOU FRIGGING SERIOUS?? You pick today of all days to come get tickets for a game that ain't even going on today...) but they have a credit card and the first card gets declined. So the fan pulls out another card and that is declined as well, but by this time the fan knows this one has money on it for sure so instead offers to pay cash (wrong move buddy) and gets the same answer I do.. so now I'm back in front of the lady who sent me on a wild goose chase in the first place and now the tickets have gone from $71 to $81 a piece...

Let's just say next time I'm buying my tickets in advance and I'm bringing them mofo's all $1's... count that bish!

It's so hard in the "O"....

I just couldn't wait to upload this video.. this was the tailgate and the folks I call my Raider fam! You can hear me oh so distinctly in the background as I'm livening up the crowd. We had a ball even though the Raiders lost by a horrible 10 points.. 7 of which should have never been scored..

But I digress..

Some things you can't make up.. some things you can't pretend.. love is one of those things and I'm glad I got to spend a day with the people that matter most in my world of being a Raider fan!

(from left to right, top to bottom) Jazzy Pha, Niakins, Anna Banna, Wifee, Coley Cole, Kita, Mr Husband (check out the new name given ya'll.. LOL!!)

(Dayum.. Raider fans don't PLAY!!)

And how in the calculus, fraction, whole numbered hell did we lose this game by 10 points???? Hmph!!!

We are not that different...

It was a cold crisp afternoon when my coworkers and I arrived at our destination. We had driven for miles upon scenic routes with plenty of stops along the way that included jewelry stores and ceramics, beads, shells and things.. *like you don't remember Crooklyn* but what mattered most to me was our actual destination. Coming from a small town, I was a girl growing up knowing that I was the "third" black "person" to go to my elementary.


*WHOLE UP*


Now please don't act like I was talking about slavery or some ish like that.. nah.. I'm not that old, BUT - I do have my perspective about growing up in "middle class" white America. Yes I was the product of a childhood which had reached the promised land.. white chilluns and black chilluns (only 3 blacks in Newark, Ca in 1973) could all rejoice.. or some mess like that. Nope I spent my elementary years in an average white middle class town.. next...


*2 mins & 2 secs are over - tell me you remember Love Connection... ROFL*


So back to the story right? Okay.. ahem.. so we arrive at our destination which happens to be the Mendocino Lighthouse quarters.. pretty ain't it?

But what they failed to tell the yt folks who happened to travel this distance with me was that I had a fear of all things "wildlife" Yup.. I'm afraid as a city girl in a room full of bats - of anything wild life.. I even had an issue with my daughter appreciating the fine art of the WWF (World Wrestling Foundation) until they officiallly changed it to WWE (Fake Arse BS) so yeah I get it... and now so do the yt folks I used to work for...



As we embarked one day onto the covered terrace for lunch after a meeting which entailed multiple choice questions (ain't this a vacation??) we mosied over to where we would be able to relax.. chill.. eat.. smoke a blunt (this was the before "I quit mode" - remember?) I went out and tried to saunter over to where all my coworkers had assembled. Before I could step out the back door.. one of my crazy yt coworkers decided this was the perfect time to feed the raccoon family leftovers from our breakfast.. but c'mon peeps! I read the sign clearly on the front of the refrig that said:

Please do not feed the raccoons... they will come back with more representatives of their family and are sometimes aggressive...yada.. yada.. yada.. blah.. blah.. blah





So not only do you mofo's not care about the fact we getting ready to have a pack of coons (no pun intended) at our backdoor, but your silly behinds ain't doing nothing to stop the crazy heffa at the back door? Okay.. I see...

And I'm out the front door like a thief in the night.. robbing and stealing.. um wait.. is that a raccoon standing on it's hind legs??... uhhhhhh why he hissing at me round the corner... aww ish.. is that his auntie in the cuts lickin her chops at my sammich?

Before I hit the front door and the yt folks could ask me wassup... ALL OF EM followed right behind me and not a nar nada mofo asked me why or what I was running from until we got to safety (i.e. behind a closed and locked door)

Moral.. we're not all that different if you look closely

Obama 08!!!

Busy Bee!

Well since this is one of the busiest times of year for me, I've made the decision to hold off posting for a minute and will resume on Monday 9/29/08. I've got my hands full since I've been "volunteered" *SEOD to Kita* to help cook at our tailgate for 50 hungry people this year. It will be our 5th annual Raiderfans.net tailgate this Sunday against the Chargers and I will be in full effect! If you look real close at the pic above.. I'm holding the sign in the front.. mouth wide open.. yeah that's how most people see me at a Raider game.. always talking ish! And on top of all that.. my birthday is this Friday (whoo hooo Libras!) and I plan on being loadedededd!



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Teenagers = Crazy.. Period!

Whoo Lawd.. you ever had your patience tested to the nth degree?? My daughter is a walking set of flippy floppy emotions.. it's like watching a tennis match somedays. This morning I swear it took all the strength I have in my body to not yell "Oh come the eff ON!! Are you serious??" Here's a prime example why all parents should just put all teenagers on a remote island until age 19.. then they can come back and join society as "normal" people and not the brain damaged emotional creatures they are now.


She woke up this morning and began her day with cereal (I buy that good stuff N0days0ff.. Cocoa Puffs BABY!) and then she gets dressed.. somewhere in the midst of coming up the stairs her mood switches from "I'm cool" to "Insane crazy teenager"




Today's dilemna.. the PE coach wants her to get in the pool first thing in the morning.. now most of you probably are siding with her at this point because of the "black girl" hair issue.. and for the yt folks - she would come out of the pool like this:


So yeah I understand this, but the attitude doesn't stop there.. oh no.. that would be too much like right! She then has beat box air blowing fit with her books.. you know the "spshhhh" and "argghhh" and "maaaaaaan" but she's very careful to not look at anyone for fear of a quick backhanded round off cross her bottom lip. Now a new dilemna surfaces.. not only does she not want to get in the pool, but she doesn't want to take a shower in the gym because they can see her...and throughout it all I'm just sitting there looking at her like she is officially 51/50

I mean.. if you already have to get in the pool.. you're wet.. why is taking a shower with all girls in there such a big deal? They have the same thing you do. But all this does is bring tears.. because now I'm an insensitive mother.. which brings me back to my original point.. "Oh come the eff ON!! Are you serious?"

Mr Wifee needs to "Wife" Wifee

From the request of N0daysoff.. I'm forced (just kidding) to give you more info on "Mr Wifee" - by the way he hates this name - so I'm going to update it and call him by his almost legal name "Krazy Kwame" The name fits him to a tee.. he's what I would consider my modern day caveman.. don't give him nothing to fix.. he'll just smash it and buy another.. but he always seems to have patience for his "kids".. and me of course.. you can't think it's easy to deal with me on a day to day, but he does and I gotta give hime props for that.

Krazy Kwame or KK as we'll soon call him has been taking his sweet time with getting my ring to me on bended knee. There are a few reasons why.. here's the jist of it in a nutshell:

• He has three children by two previous relationship (one marriage) and all are almost grown - the eldest being 19.
• Speaking of the "marriage" it was less than a year and done as one of those "I know we're too young, but let's get hitched anyway.. *smh*
• He got drunk before the wedding... ain't that a sign that you shouldn't be doing that mess?
• With this recession most of us are living paycheck to paycheck - savings is a thing for the rich folk
• His only brother finally married his "common law" wife after 32 years and then tried to kill her.. no seriously folks - I think this is the biggest fear he has.. not that he would do me bodily harm, but men are so stubborn about expressing their emotions and dude just snapped.

So with these things on his mind, it's hard to say when Wifee will actually be wifed. I know he loves me without a doubt.. I know he would bend hell in half to rescue me.. I know he would drink a Red Bull and sprout wings for me if he had too.. but this waiting is getting to me. We've had serious conversations, "not-so" serious conversations and everything in between. He still won't give me a definite date or an answer as to when he's going to pop the question. It's not even a question of "will he.." but more of a "when will he?" And what's making me even more anxious is the fact that my very best friend of 30 something years is finally getting married in the Domincan Republic next year after 5 years of dating. Isn't that the magic number? I mean how long should a dilligent faithful sista wait before she's proposed too? I'm not jealous about her pending nuptials.. I just always assumed that I would be the one to hop the broom first. On top of that.. I'm the eldest of 3 younger siblings... all have been hitched with the exception of one (and now even she can get married in the state of California)

So when in the hell is Wifee going to get her trip down the aisle? Advice readers???

Football.. Schmootball...

This is my prayer to the Almighty Sweet Lemony Scented Baby Jesus (yup I stole it IPS) I can't take the heartache much longer.. so this sobriety thing will have to go on hold till my Raiders win again.. I can't take losing AND being sober.. it's just too much!!

They played well yesterday (defense) and if we can just get the oline in a consistent move down the field we'll be alright.. *sigh* I guess 2010 it is as Eb the Celeb has predicted. All I know is it's not happening today, tomorrow, this season or the next....



Tis all till my Raiders win again...