Baby Mamas…

Mann… I know a gang of ladies that are either gonna have a baby or have just had one. I know at least 5 friends, or people in Xanga/Blogger land that are gonna have bundles of joy in the near future or has just had one. Dayum, this has me thinking about my own situation… hmmm, maybe a little too much at times. Like what kinda mom will I be? What will I do differently or similarly to my mom? Not too mention how would I handle the morning, noon, and sometimes evening sickness, aches and pains, and that whole actual birth thing. *shudder* All these grown up thoughts are making my brain hurt… which leads me too…

Say your prayers and eat your vitamins…

My sister twisted my arm in to watching the Wrestlemania Pay Per View this weekend… I mean, write a program plan or see Undertaker take on Randy Orton, which would you pick on a Sunday nite? It was actually pretty cool though, because they inducted some old school cats into the Hall of Fame – folks like the Iron Sheik, Nikolai Volkov, Cowboy Bob Orton, Mr. Wonderful Paul Orndorf, and the Hulkster! I owe all my valuable wrestling knowledge to my older brother, who I am convinced really, really, really wanted younger brothers. How many girls do you know can through a spiral pass and a forkball baseball pitch (let alone knows what that is)? That’s some sexy skills. Who knows, the salvation of the world may come down to this final question: Who won the WWF World Championship Title from Bret “The Hitman” Hart at the 1997 Survivor Series in Montreal in a screw job win? Again, some sexy ass knowledge!

Me and my big mouth…

Not to self: get full info before agreeing to something… My boss at the gym asked me to sub a spinning class, in which I said yes. I can only defend my reasoning because I was only running on 4 hours of sleep and/or it was a brain fart of an idea to try it… I think more of the latter. Anywhos, what makes this more amusing is that (a.) I don’t know how to teach spinning, and (b.) I have never seen NOR taken a spinning class. Hence why my response was more of a brain fart idea. It was actually pretty cool because the participants mainly wanted someone to play some music for them, and they even taught me a few things. It was funny, I told my homegirl Ana I was gonna lead this class, and after laughing HELLA hard for like a full minute (no lie) she says, “You see how funny that shit is, right? I mean YOU teaching SPINNING!” Yes, and I love you too punk! =P

Past couple of days….

Well, Friday and Saturday. Life has been a whirlwind… and for the most part good stuff. On Friday, we had a pretty good meeting with the agency we are doing semester work for and not only hashed out some technical and logistic items in regards to our program planning and implementation (I know, some realllly hot stuff to talk about about), but we also touched on some sensitive stuff too – more importantly the various ‘isms’ that have been experienced during this assessment. I say ‘isms’ because I am sometimes never really sure where a person’s nonsense comes from, well the covert crap anyways. But the more and more I look back upon the work we did last semester, the more pissed and disappointed I was because I wasn’t treated justly, and unfortunately most of my teammates couldn’t see it or knew how to approach it. Anywhos, I’m glad that I am at a point to share my feelings and frustrations with my agency, my team, and faculty and not worry that my voice will be discounted. Much props for that! My homie John told me that he never really has had anything racist or discriminatory done towards him, so it’s hard for him to empathize… and I respect him for not wanting to give me any “fake empathy” as he put it, which I totally respect. The agency and my instructor were very receptive and I thank them for allowing me even the forum to bring this up on the agenda… oh, and afterwards, John treated me to Thai food and we kicked it for a bit. JB, you’re good people my friend… next time, fried bananas and ice cream on me! I tell ya, Eccolo, getting treated to Chez Panisse by my boss, dayum… all a conspiracy to plump me up… gee thanks =P

Speaking of getting plumped up, despite the good and abundant Thai food I had for lunch, I still saved room for Dave and Buster’s later that nite. Dayum, I can’t believe that my sister is 22… she’s getting’ old… hehe… anywhos, it was fun hanging out with the fam and friends and celebrating someone that truly deserves it. My sister is bomb man and I am sooooo proud of her… ya have no idea! I’m still kinda pissed tho that the karaoke guy didn’t get to my card and me and my cuzzo Wing-yin missed out on doing a dope ass “Billie Jean” rendition… they’re loss huh? All in all it was fun – tryin’ to get my sister blitzed, playing the basket ball shoot game with Wing-yin and Neema (dayum, my arms still hurt), and seeing my mom and sister smile for a change. Yeap, it was all worth it. =)