Butterflies

Today I have butterflies. I'm nervous. My mother-in-law and I have decided to start a catering business that is going to include an office lunch delivery program. The funny thing is that for as many people that have had my food and her food and for as many parties that we have both catered I'm nervous. This is completely dependent upon those who have enjoyed our food in the past wanting to enjoy it again but at a price. Ugh! Now having worked downtown and knowing that even a slice of pizza will run you $3 or a salad for $10 we are offering a great deal. We are a plate of food for $8. In this economy that is great especially not to have any MSG, lol!! Iguess I'm just using this blog to calm myself and realize this is a good thing and we will prosper. So...pat on the back Chels here's to another successful business venture!!

Let's Talk about Stress Baby

Let's talk about stress baby, let's talk about you and me, let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that stress me, let's talk about stress....I know many of think that I'm just living this Real Housewives of Harlem life but it is not G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S. I'm stressed I feel like I have never been more busy in my life. Between trying to get these workmen to show up when they actually are supposed to show up and dealing with my tenants needs. I'm ready to pull my hair out. Then while trying to manage that I am trying to be a good wife to my husband and a good president of First Ladies. oh and did I mention trying to find other sources of income to help pay for my life.



When did it all get so difficult. As a child and teenager all you want to do is grow up and be an adult because of the freedom that you supposedly are supposed to have. Then when you get to this point of adulthood you'd give anything to go back and be that bratty teenager.

I mean seriously, Bills? What kind of fuckery is that? it is not like Con Edison created gas or electricity. It is not like nYC created water that they have the right to raise the bill by 18%. It is not like Wells Fargo invented money to lend for my mortgage. And let's not even get into cable...Bills should exist for fun things like shopping or cars or vacations.

i don't know I'm exhausted just thinking about it..

Another Day

Good morning world. I have just risen and I am cleary not too shiny. I would like to take a moment and say Happy Birthday Rob(actually it was yesterday) and a Happy Birthday to one of my oldest friends, Keli. Keli and I are actually 3rd generation friends. Our grandfathers went to college together at Hampton and then our fathers grew up together as friends in Queens and now here we are. I'm pretty sure that as we continue to grow and have our own offspring the will be friends too, awwwww!!! There is something nice about that. It is so rare today. Especially because ususally as people grow up they grow apart. I mean that is a natural progression but I was always taught that it is important to at least be in touch with folks. So I try..

I'm supposed to go out baby registering with another dear friend Allison today. We went to high school together. She was actually present the first time that I ever tried the ganja, LMAO!! That was an experience (please note: I do not to drugs, but everybody has a first time to try something right? I was 15 and was severely choking). Anyway back to the day. Allison is preggers with her first child, awwww!! I have the honor of being the planner for her baby shower coming up in September. You know I forgot where I was going with this. My BFFMV just called and sidetracked me. Oh and BFFMV stands for Best Friend Forever Male Version that would be Jason. Oddly enough given my ganja history, Jason knew me since I was 15 as well, lol!! I guess 15 was that year for lots of things.

15 was the year that I got shipped off to boarding school. Good ole Oakwood Friends. According to my lovely mother I was "concentrating too much on the social aspects of teenage life and not enough on the academics". People I got my first C, in spanish for crying out loud. But the real truth is I was a handful. I was a less than desirable adolescent. I was a brat. I believe that I really sealed the coffin when I through that pork chop across the dinner table in one of my rages. That was the type of horrible behavior I was exuding. Sorry to my parental units for all the craziness. I am fearful of having children especially a girl because I feel like I will get it back to me 10 fold. However, unlike my parents who were nice enough to ship me off (which did wonders for our relationship) I might be in jail for beating the shit outta my kids. That was a joke I think that is child abuse. But I know I will be some kind of tough parent.

This reminds me of what is now a classic family joke. I remember that I was grounded but I had to go to the city to meet up with a good friend at the time, Meret. I remember my parents standing at the front door and my father yelling "YOU MAY NOT GO OUT THIS DOOR..." I simply responded with "ok" and preceded to the front window of the parlor floor of our brownstone and jumped out. Man, that was a long jump, LMAO!! I landed and kept it mocing to the D train. My parents were shocked but couldn't help but laugh about it later. They knew that I was determined if I was going to foolishly jump out of a window. I just can't believe that I did all that just to go hang out. But they did say I couldn't go out the door, that didn't rule out other ways of exiting. You have to watch how you word things to me.

I was terrible at 15. But I also think that I was coming into my own at 15. It was clear that I was going to make my own decisions. While many of them cost me it was something I had to go through. I don't make the same mistakes twice. I have truly learned from all of my crazy behavior. I know some of you are shaking your heads saying that not much has changed this bitch is still nuts.LOL! WHATEVER!!!! If you are still around me then you are crazy too. Or maybe you are just drawn to my magnetic energy. I'm fun, shut-up.

Anyway, I will continue more with all of this later. I am now 15 minutes late for my workout. Lata!!

And So It Begins...

So now here I am writing my first official blog. Yay!! I have to be honest I was always wondering about this blog stuff. I guess you can all thank my best friend Crystal for getting me to start this. I love to write and I do so everyday. I love to talk and I definately do that everyday, lol. I guess this is just a combination of those things. Please expect lots of run-on sentences, typos and improper punctuation. That's just how I flow. I write like I talk. You can edit me later.

If you are wondering about what I am actually intending to write in this blog don't hold your breath..I have no clue either. I don't have a direction with it and I quite like it that way. It's kind of like my life. Now, I'm not saying that my life doesn't have direction but I'm saying that I am not in a mold that I feel I have to follow. Those of you who actually know me realize that. I have always just flowed and marched to the beat of my own beat box. I don't critcize those who do stick and stay with some mold or rather path layed out for them. I just believe that you only have one life that is not on a time clock so you better make the most of it for you. Do whatcha gotta do for you!!! I'd like to think that that is kind of my motto. I know that I will encourage my children (no not pregnant and no kids yet either) to follow their heart and mean it.

This all comes from the bubble I was bread to live in. Growing up I was part of an affluent upper-middle class African American family. I had access to everything in the world. I went to the best private schools. I lived in fancy homes in prestigious neighborhoods. I only hung around others that were in the same boat as me. Grateful and Thankful for all my opportunites but I found it incredibly BORING. It didn't excite me. It did not prepare me for the real world outside f that bubble. That world was full of phony, pretentious, gossipy, insecure and insincere people. From the adults all the way down to the kids. It was disgusting. In the real world you can't get by with that kind of nastiness and pompous attitude (unless of course that's what you like to hang around) and I just look at it as what's the point, who the hell do you think you are? Now I need to be clear...while it seems as though I turn my nose up at that world I have had some amazing times, and I have met and made some lasting friendships. But I think I've narrowed it down to who I can stomach and who can stomach me, lol!! As I said before I follow my own path and in that world you are automatically axed out or talked about for doing that. I have yet to finish college and I married a sanitation worker...Damn I must be the failure of Jack and Jill, God forgive me, lol!!

I am very happy thus far. I've stumbled and fallen but that is real life and I pick my big butt up and keep it moving, ya heard. Many of my former aquaintences who have the big jobs and all the education and only care about their so called "status" don't seem happy...I have a life that I love living (please note: I am not saying that if you have education and a good job that you can't be happy. I am a big advocate for education. I am simply writing about what I have seen with some of the people that I grew up with). I have a beautiful building that I own and reside in. I have an amazing husband who loves the hell out of me and I him. I don't have to go to bed alone. I won't be 40 and trying to figure out lifes next move...career vs. kids/husband (unless that's your choice of course). I have true, genuine friends that are in my life at all times not just when they're on top and I might be down or vice versa. It is no question that the things that matter to me are the riches in life not just being rich. I am a humane, generous, loving, caring, honest and loyal Diva. I live with integrity. I believe that at the end of the day you have to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and be proud of what you see. I am.....

The more I write this the more I think I realize where this blog might take me. I have always looked at writing as my therapy. It is my way of getting life's shit off my chest. I tend to come across very abrasive when I speak and judging by this blog maybe when I write too but it is what it is. I would hope that nobody would take offense as this is my blog expressing my opinions which everyone is entitled to.