Measuring Up

It is 12:34 AM, and I am up blogging. WTF?!!

I need to be sleeping. I have a horribly busy week coming up. But you bloggers are so damn prolific. I tried blogging at work, but I found that I have become terribly unproductive. I tried blogging after work, but my daughter lamented, "Mama, you're always on the computer!"

I've started to feel guilty about not blogging more frequently. I feel like I'm missing something. Like I'm not getting the full effect of the experience. I thought about quitting and just becoming a lurker but the word just sounds kinda scary. Sorta stalker-esque. Plus then I thought that I would be a quitter and I can just hear the name calling and see the razor blades flying. I'm feeling the pressure. Pulling at the strands of my hair, racking my brain trying to think of what to write about next. Thinking that even if I wanted to do this everyday, I'm not sure that I could. I'm feeling inadequate.

What makes it worse is that I miss out on everyone else's blog. I get around to reading hours or days after everyone else, so I miss out on the rap battles, the heated debates, the comment blogging. I feel like I'm being a rude host to those who visit my site who post comments. I feel like I should be commenting to them in my comments, but then that's like blogging too, so I might as well just post to my freakin' blog, but then....well you see my dilemma. *cut to me looking wild eyed and crazy as if I were a Starbucks junkie*

And I love reading everyone else. I read all these great topics about current events and introspection and calls to action and music and just plain ol' funny for no reason posts and I get so caught up that I find myself either spending way too long doing this or blogging in other people's comments. I think I just need to be the TRACKBACK BLOGGER because I feel like I'm much more creative in response to others than on my own. And that's another thing...I read many of my posts and think...now that was not good writing...and I wonder if anyone is reading. But then I get these awesome comments and think I must be doing something right, but what do I know! *cut to me exasperated and frazzled...twitching a little*

Here's a good question:
WHERE THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE WORK?!!!!!!

The only reason I can read and write as much as I do now during work is because my boss is in Chicago and I haven't hired an intern yet. (Btw, the organization with which I work was featured in Jet Magazine...the one with Rosa Parks on the cover...just in case you were interested). I have a system to my daily reads: There are those that I read in the morning when I first get to the office(Ted, Mia, Beloved, Bulletproof Diva, DJ Diva), those that I read on my lunch break (Leah, ManNMotion, Amadeo), and those that I get to either after work or when I need a distraction during the day (Eyeneye...my long lost cousin, Faith, Marquis, Clueless, Mack, Midlife Crisis). But there are those who I wish I had time to visit or revisit. Like Kajuana...the first post I read rubbed me the wrong way, but I have just never gone back. No reason really. I would like to try again...she gets SO MUCH love, it's gotta be good, right. Then Jia. She is RAW. I like it, but it made me feel dirty. LOL Kinda reminded me of myself in my younger days. I like Panama's blog...ALOT...but I have only been there twice. Again, no reason. I like Xquizzit too, but the same deal. How do you read everyone? HOW DO YOU GUYS DO THIS?!!! ARGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *curling up in a ball on the floor, whimpering*

*regaining composure*

It's late. I'm obviously sleep deprived. I'll see you all in the morning.

On Hustlin' and Midgets

I have all of these things I could write about from my October from HELL, but seeing as how I don’t post so often, it would take me ‘til, like, 2007 to get them all out. By then it’ll be old news, so I’ll be very selective. Also, I thought it best to start you off with a light and airy story, seeing as how I left you with the pissed off deity vibe for a minute.

And Okay. I know. You don’t have to say it. I’m well aware that I have been M.I.A. the entire month of October. My bad. But I have a good excuse.

Well…two good excuses.

Part of my break from blogging has a large amount to do with the fall-out associated with my last post. I just had the wind knocked out of me. Literally. I got all puffed up thinking I was something special and just got my feelings hurt. But I’m good now. Humbling experiences build character.

The other reason…the main reason…why I’ve been gone is because duty called. I have been bustin’ my hump…working 80 hours a week or more, trying to be the model employee. I’ve been traveling with my job doing events all over the country this month. I actually got back last Sunday but I needed a mental break.

I have determined that my boss is a paranoid schizophrenic (if only I were lying!). And, the girl who left our organization, whose job I was doing in the interim, announced that she had OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and was unhappy because she thought that people were talking about her. (Wait…is this high school?) Added to that DRAMA, our last event, which went very well from a spectator standpoint, was described by the producer as “half a train wreck.”

So needless to say, I was drained and needed to recover. But,…

I’m baa-aack!

I spent the first week of October in Los Angeles. City of the stars. And, if you ever go to L.A. and want to meet celebrities…I meet A LOT of celebrities, I have discovered, it’s all about where you stay. And Hotel IT is called The Standard. This hotel was cool as hell. Ultra posh. Super chic. Hella freaky. A clear glass wall separated the shower and the bedroom, so you could totally get your voyeur on. The mini bar was stocked with liquor and condoms. And I kept thinking…why did someone book our business accommodations here? But I didn’t complain too much. There was a club in the roof that I found out was the spot. Among my star sightings were Cuba Gooding, Jr., Tyra Banks, Sean Patrick Thomas, Christopher B. Duncan (from Jamie Foxx Show) and some random guy who said he was the producer for New Edition. He got mad because I didn’t recognize him from VH1 Behind the Music. (Uh…get over yourself already)

Now with my job, celebrities come out to do our events. There I met Della Reese, Lorraine Toussaint, T’keyah Crystal Keymah (a fellow Rattler…hisssssssss), Louis Gossett, Jr. and Magic Johnson.

Brief aside: I was a little concerned about Magic Johnson at first. Do you remember when he used to do commentary for NBA games? I remember thinking, “What did he just say?” He had this major speech impediment. So I was truly expecting the same thing. But he surprised the heck out of me. I was blown away. Erving Johnson (as he didn’t want us the call him Magic) has been transformed into this really phenomenal inspirational speaker. One time for speech therapy.

When I was in Chicago, I had a few sighting too. The only on-the-street sighting was Spike Lee. It was actually a riding-down-Michigan-Avenue sighting. I saw him in the car next to us. But how do you get a celebrity to roll down his window so that you can just waive and say “hi”?

Uh…you don’t.

My friend and I let little ol’ Spike Lee just ride on by us after the light turned green.

At our event in Chicago, I met Angela Bassett (who is actually extremely shy and reserved). Did you know she was married to Courtney Vance (Law & Order SVU)? That seems like a very odd coupling to me. I saw Lynn Whitfield too, but I didn’t recognize her until after I helped her to her seat. I knew she looked familiar, but in the movies, she always has her hair pulled back so her eyes look slanted, like the ponytail holder is too tight. I still think she’s amazingly beautiful.

And you know what I’ve determined from all my sightings?

Movie stars are really, Really, REALLY short. And skinny. They’re like anorexic midgets. Wait. Midgets is not politically correct. Anorexic Little People.

Oh yes….and in September when I was in Chicago, I met R. Kelly at Chili’s. I don’t think I mentioned that before. But the whole occurrence was suspect. He was coming out of the restroom. And he had been in there for 20 minutes. With 3 other dudes. Things that make you go hmmmmm…. But he was very nice.

And wouldn’t you know it…I forgot my camera. (But I promise I’m not making it up. I have co-workers who can corroborate my story.)