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!!