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21 more things = 42

The last post was the 21 things I KNOW at 42. At the end I said I'd consider writing 21 more things to make it 42 in total & then ...



Sunday found me sitting on the sofa in the same spot I'd occupied Friday night & ALL DAY Saturday, wearing the clothes I went to sleep in. I went back & forth between allowing the Deadwood boxset & a host of horrendously unscary horror flicks babysit me as I graded papers. My eyes eventually crossed & I'm sure white stuff caked in the corners of my mouth. The only move I made toward beautification was removing my scarf & I DID brush my teeth. The only times I got up were to relieve myself & to throw a meal into the mix--leftovers.

This wasn't the punishment at the end my own procrastination. This was procrastination of children recognizing the grading period is over & report cards will be coming out soon. I could've let those paper sit & get to 'em when I do, giving points or not since, technically, I shouldn't be accepting assignments from AUGUST & SEPTEMBER! The kind, generous teacher that I am, I decided they need all the points they can get. So, I sacrificed my weekend; apparently missed out on some late night grilling turned chicken & waffles. I missed a My President Is Black (Fela) party. & I didn't get to see my mother this weekend or make the Green Festival with her & my sister. Over it.

Because of all this weekend dedication, & the anticipation of my upcoming restoration period, I'm tossing ALL non-life threatening responsibilities. If you aren't bleeding, don't call me. If it requires me to do anything other than scroll down, don't send it. If you have a request of my time that involves me driving, cooking, or listening, it's going to have to wait til next week. Hell, posting ends in -ing so me thinks it will be put on hold this week too unless something or someone's antics are just so moving I can't help but type. If you know me & love me at all, you'll respect my wishes. If you don't really know me & just like to drop my "neighborhood," you'll understand why it looks a little deserted this week.

So, before I begin to look like this:

I'm gon' take a break.

Watch me move.


  1. Hey A-weezy,

    I feel you. Everyone deserves a break and I need you to not look like Celie, so gone chile and do you!

    And of course treat the kiddies nice, they need a little tender, love and care. I would have loved a teacher who let me get points for assignments from August. You are the bomb dot com!

    Oh and I appreciate you living the hootnanny that is my life, LOL!

    Side note, I think you'd appreciate the sheninigans at this blog if you haven't already checked it out! http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/

  2. girl, they're in my feed: "who i'm readin."
    i read them EVERY mon-fri morning before work. LOVE THEM!!

    & i love your hootnanny. it makes my presha rise, but i love it!!