Not only does she insult me in her blog but she abuses me and forces me to blog. I wish I'd never introduced her to blogger. If one of these days you can't access my blog, know that I took it down because of her. She's more of a buggerbutt than a bubblebutt.
I can no longer remember what I was originally going to blog about.

Whoever said "the secret to a good life is good health and a bad memory", was right!

A fool is someone who does the same thing over and over again expecting different results. Zero the cat is a fool. He keeps inching closer and closer to my bar of chocolate thinking I'll give him some.

"Age is a matter of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."

Anal?
What is soo anal about arranging books by author. Or arranging tapes and DVD's alphabetically, by category or color? Doesn't EVERYONE arrange thier CD's in some way? Isn't it easier to find what you're looking for if it's arranged in some fashion? Alphabetically, by genre, by rating, does it really matter? Why do I have to be called anal for trying to make things easier for who ever wants to find something?

What a weekend!
Started on friday we did a whole bunch of things in the day. In the evening, we went to the waterfront. They were having an African style "By the Fireside" story-telling night. The only light we had was a bonfire craclking casting it's light onto the water giving it a surreal glow. People were sitting on the bank huddled in groups of twos and threes. A full moon shone in the distance. Beyond the bridge and on the other side of the banks, the lights of the city flickered on and off. We were so close to the waters edge, I wanted to wet my feet during intermission.
Storytellers took turns telling Ananse stories with thier thick accents and loosely translated english. they entertained the crowd. There were storytellers from Ghana, Gyana, and even a white Cameroonian born man whose pidgin would put most fluent pidgin speakers to shame. Each story was periodically interupted with jama by drunk Ghanaians singing at the top of thier lungs, playing all sorts of instruments, dancing and plain out fooling around. A very memorable experience. I guess that's because it was my very first of such. Somehow it felt like a memory was made. A memory which should have been made a long time ago but I'm glad it was made with Bubu around. I think she enjoyed it too.
The homowo festival the next day was almost as nice. We got a chance to meet some Africans. There was dancing lessons, live music, stuff for kids to do, things to learn, drumming, things to buy, african food etc. We took some pictures. I feel like we've done soo much already this weekend. Sunday will truely be a day of rest!

Look what Bubu sent me. Isn't she sooo sweet?

Specially for u...
I used to think that love never existed
and that I enjoyed being alone
I used to think
that I was too independent
that I didn't need anyone
because I was so strong
But after meeting you
I realize that my attitude
towards love
was merely a cover-up of
my disappointment with relationships
I put on a strong, noncaring front
so no one would know how I felt
But after meeting you
I could no longer pretend
My feelings became transparent
and now I want to tell the world
something I always knew but was
afraid to admit
that love is the most important
feeling one can have
and I want to thank you for
causing me to be honest
with myself and others
I love you

Adinkra china
I was looking around for some Adinkra designs I could use to inspire some artwork I'm about to do and I found this site. Imagine that! Adinkra on china. And other Adinkra merchandise. Now why didn't I ever think of that. It's such a great idea, and you know a think like that would sell in Ghana and over here just before Kwanza. Amazing. I'm pretty impressed.

While braiding
We were braiding Bubu's hair and listening to music. On comes Gloria Gaynors song, "I will survive". There we are singing along till she comes to the part that goes.. "go on now go. Walk out the door, don't turn around now, cos you're not welcome anymore", and we hear a door slam. Aparently Yahoo has the sound of a door shuting when someone logs off thier instant messenger or something. It was a pretty funny coincidence. You had to see it to get the full effect.
I might add, Bubu's hair looks good. I don't think I've ever done microbreads before but I've got to admit we did damn well for 13 hours worth of work.

I Thought
I thought everything was cool.
I though were were going to make nokey tonight.
oh you had me singing in the shower
you had me singing ..this is the night tonight
you had me singing ....girl I want to make you sweat
as I scrubbed every inch of my body
I thought the neighbours we going to complain tonight
I thought you were going to ache in the morning
you had me singing ...I'll make love to you
you had me singing ....can I touch you there
yes I even scrubbed my navel because I know you like to go there
I though we were going to see the stars and moon
you had me singing . ...red light special
you had me singing ....sexual healing
I thought I was going to blow your mind tonight
I thought all hell was going th break loose
you had me singing ...can we get freaky tonight
you had me singing ..get your freak on
I thought about showing you the meaning of
"my love is the bomb baby"
I thought the earth was going to shake tonight
I must have thought too much, I must have sang too long
and I must have thought wrong
cos you feel asleep on me.

Ok, so it's depressed that I feel but why and where is it coming from?
Yes, I miss my father but I always miss my father. Could it be that I miss him more because he's ill? Because he's the closest thing by blood to me? I have friends and family who love me dearly but why is it that it hurts so much when I miss my father? Daddy's girl I truely am. I wish I was much closer to him. I wish I wish I wish.. If wishes were horses beggers would ride.
Or could I be depressed because I have a fear that she's going to realise that I'm not all that she wants me to be. That I can't give her everything she needs, that I'm weaker in every way. In the end it always comes down to one thing, "you've changed". And I don't know how to change back. I hope she never thinks I've changed.
Or it could just be hormones, hormones, hormones, I wish they'd just leave me alone. Wait, but then I'd be a man!

Oh she's so cute when she's pissed. Hmmm.. I don't think I've actually seen her pissed. Well, not face to face and not when it's directed at me. She's one of those internal people. Keeping all her anger inside. It's a bad thing but don't try to explain that to her. I think I'll get her a punching bag for christmas, I might need to use it myself.
No matter the situation, there's always a way to deliver it without making it seem so bad. Right?

Recipe for her hugs.
There's nothing more calming and peaceful than a hug from Bubu. It's like the hug that makes everything feel like it's going to be alright. It's like grandma's recipe for your favorite meal, warm tasty and mm mmm good. Should be patented. Then again, there's a lot of things about her that should be patented. I wonder if you could patent the gene that give her a butt so firm.

The case of the haunted butt.
"My butt is haunted butt?" That must have been the first time in the history of mankind that those words were uttered. She seemed pretty scared as she muttered in her sleep, "My butt is haunted, my butt is haunted". Could there possibly be anything on this earth that could haunt it? I guess she was just having a bad dream so I stroked the mighty butt and said, "it's ok". I then went back to bed to continue my own nightmare.
I was the caregiver of a paralyzed dog. We went to a luncheon after which he turned into a paralyzed man. He later sued me for caring about him. Anyway, what I remember most about the dream was the luncheon, there were some type of bread which tasted like chocolate cake on the inside.
Odd odd night!

Bitch, I mean Bubu is CRAZYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She's kidnapped me. Locked the door and won't let me leave till I blog! How oh how?
I tell you! She's planning to kill me! I think the girl forgot to take her morning pills and she went out and bought the biggest truck she could find. A truck with space enough to carry 5 dead body's. Hmm.. the way she loves reading investigative reports and watches forensic shows, it makes you wonder. If I ever go missing. You know who!!!!

And on top of that, she wants a kiss by force! She's making everyone hug her by force!! Ayie!!!

Interesting reads

I can't get Bon Jovi's It's My Life out of my head.

This ain't a song for the broken hearted
A silent prayer for faith departed
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud

It's my life
It's now or never
But I ain't going to live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frank, he said "I did it my way"
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life

This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never back down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistakes
Luck, it ain't enough, you gotta make your own breaks

It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't going to live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frank, he said "I did it my way"
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life

Better stand tall when it's calling you out Don't bend, don't break
baby, don't back down

It's my life
It's now or never
'Cause I ain't going to live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frank, he said "I did it my way"
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't going to live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frank, he said "I did it my way"
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life

Ahhhhh!
I was having the weirdest dream when I was awakened by the doorbell. Actually, I first heard it ring in the dream. Ever had a dream and felt that something was out of place? I was wondering why no one was answering it when I was all alone. Then my body woke out of the dream. I jumped up to answer it. A minute later my head started pounding. I must have gotten up too fast. I couldn't go back to bed and no matter what I took, I couldn't get the headache to go either.
Now I have a cold. A cold in the middle of Summer, the worst thing ever!! Some say chicken soup cures all. Light soup cures all in my book.

Just thinking outloud...

- What does it tell you when you remember to feed the fish but not take your vitamins.
- I miss Barnes & Nobles.
- How do you know when your actions are based on hormonal imbalance vrs mental instability?

Sharpe permanent marker comercial.
There is a construction guy painting a wall, leaning over or something. You can see the top of his underwear sticking out from his pants. Sharpe dude asks the guy "I see you used Sharpie there Bob". Bob says, "my name is Dave".

I know why some people think most lesbians drive trucks. It's from the 1996 movie Bound. However the whole butch and femme couple thing seem overrated. I'm sure there are a lot of butch butch and femme femme couples. But for the movie, it's perfect. Bubu, no wonder no one is supprised.

Synopsis: "Violet(Jennifer Tilly) is the sexy mistress of Ceasar(Joe Pantoliano), a money launderer for the Mob. The comfortable "Family" lifestyle has become drudgery--until Violet meets Corky(Gina Gershon). Corky, a convicted thief out on parole, is hired as the maintenance person in the exclusive apartment complex where Violet and Ceasar reside. After forming a strong friendship with Corky, Violet wants out of the Mob lifestyle and sees Corky's theft expertise as her ticket to a fresh start. If Corky is willing to steal the two million dollars in cash stashed in the apartment that Ceasar must deliver to Marzzone the next day, together the women can escape the Mafia. However, when Ceasar discovers the money missing, he reacts differently than they anticipated... to say the least. Bound together against the wrath of Ceasar, Violet and Corky must rely on their instincts to survive."

I don't see why it's Rated R. There was nothing R in it. Or Maybe I didn't look hard enough.