2009: A New Year

I will return blogging after the New Year. I miss you all and I miss writing my thoughts and experiences down.

See you then!

Smooches :-)

I Couldn't Talk About It, I was Being About It...

Hey, Blog Fam!!!

Yes, the dead has arisen. I know, I know...I have been gone for well over 6 months, but shit (life) happens. I have been checking on you guys and seeing what you're up to...lurking if you will. I just didn't have the time nor desire to pen my thoughts and experiences.

Moving back to Chicago has been the best decision I've made in a long time. Since moving back I have been trying to get reacclimated to the city, learn and do my job, and most of all...fall into a groove with my daughter, who by the way is doing really well. It's funny, but since moving back I have felt a little incomplete. You know that feeling like you're missing something, but you don't know what. Better yet, you know EXACTLY what it is, but you don't want to give any one thing that much power over you life.

To sum it up...I have missed you guys. I have missed this venue to vent, to laugh, to judge (which is what we do everytime we read one another's posts and comment) and to be judged. I missed BLOGGER! My boy asked me when I was going to get back to blogging so he could keep up with me and I was kind of like, "Eh"....But, tonight while sipping a glass of merlot the spirit moved me.

So, Guess Whose Bizzack!!!

Smooches :)

P.S: Here is a picture I took during a photo shoot...enjoy!

Whirl Wind

That's what I'm caught up in.

I know it has been a minute, but I am over here in it knee deep. I'm trying to get this move thing situated. I'm trying to say bye to everyone before the offical going away party...which I will have pictures of because my new Boo bought me digital Camera for my Birthday...which is next Friday the 13th. I know it was an early gift, but I digress.

Anyway, I have been putting in 10-12 hour days at work trying to wrap up my old job and get into my new job. They have basically thrown me into the deep end and told me to swim. I guess I wouldn't have it any other way.

Moving from state to state is hectic. My company is having the movers come and pack everything and they'll drop it all off in Illinois and unpack it, but coordinating everything has given me a headache. See, it's all my fault because I don't have any sponge room. Everything has to run like a well oiled machine in order for it to all go right. Not to mention, I still haven't found an apartment in Chicago...LOL! I go to Chicago on the 12th to do that, though.

Luckily I don't have to drive myself down to Chicago. My company would have shipped my car, but I need my car immediately! Not to mention, if I drive it I get reimbursed for mileage. My new beau offered to pull it down, so I don't have to drive myself and I get to keep the reimbursement check! Chi-Ching!

Too bad I'm going to miss those of you coming in town for Missy's B-day! I'll be in Miami celebrating mine with my Line Sisters. I'll be there from the 18th through the 25th. However, you all are more than welcome to come to my Going Away Party on the 27th. It will be big fun trust me.

I know you all are wondering who this new guy is....I'll tell you more when I get settled into Chicago...which will also be the next time I blog. I don't have the time right now. Every night when I make it home I fall out...I am mentally and physically exhausted. Last night, I went to bed at 9:30 and didn't open my eyes again until 8 this morning. I even missed going out. You know that's not me!

Tonight, I'm have a going away party with people at work. We're actually getting started at 4...Alcoholics...LOL!

Just wanted to touch bases and let you know that I'm okay and I haven't abandoned ship.

Smooches :)

This is for 1969 and Roycee...Your post inspired me to post this. :) Me and my Ship after you know when, but right before you know what! That's me at the bottom left.

S.S Dangerous Liaison

Fall 1999

Windy City here I come!!!

I’M BACK!!!

Thanks Everyone for all your thoughtful comments and emails. I appreciate knowing you guys are out there. I had to take a moment to direct my energy and focus where it needed to be...God and my career. As a result, I have been blessed to go back to CHICAGO!

You read it right...

I will be living back in Chicago by May 1st! God is good. Please believe that. You guys know how heavy my career situation was weighing on my mind and heart. God worked it all out. Not only do I get to go back to Chicago, I get to be with my daughter who definitely needs me and I get to work from home in a job that was CREATED for me in SALES! Lord knows that is something I have wanted to do forever. No more trudging into the office for me! I also didn't have to switch companies to get my dreams realized. Everyone knows I love my company and it's culture. I've contributed so much and made such a name for myself that starting over at a new company was a daunting thought, to say the least. You ask for one thing and God blesses you with many...

So, I'm back to blogging now that a load has been lifted off my shoulders.
Although, I have to get so much together is a month. I know you're looking at the calendar thinking, "Dynasty you have more time than that". But I don't. I'll be in Pittsburgh at the end of March. I'll be in Chicago on business for 5 days in April and when I get back from that the very next day I head to Miami for 8 days! So, I don’t have as much time as I think...LOL!

Nonetheless, I'm too blessed to be stressed…

Smooches :^)

More to come …

Hiatus

There is so much going on right now clogging my mind and spirit leaving me with no energy or desire to blog. I went skiing this weekend looking for some peace and quiet. I went looking to forget about everything that is or is not happening in my life. You know a boost to my spirit. I was hoping to come back with a renewed vigor to blog or at least a smile, but I didn't. I'm over here living life and need a break from blogging about it. I'm not leaving, though. I'll be back when my spirits are lifted and I want to discuss it in detail with 3rd parties. I've even contemplated moving it, but I'm not 100% sold on that idea just yet. That doesn't solve the reason why I haven't had the desire to blog. I intend on reading your blogs and occasionally commenting if the spirit moves me. But, until I sort out what's going on with me and make some decisons...I'll be on a blog Hiatus...

Smooches :^)

The Nerve

I had to kick my hair dresser to the crib this evening. He pissed me off to the nth degree.

First, know that he has been doing my hair every 2 weeks for 2 years and 3 months. I go to him faithfully. I'm loyal.

Also note, that he got out of line with me about a year ago and I almost stopped coming. We made up and I put it behind me. See, my hairdresser is a closeted homosexual and occasionally acts like he's on his period. He tells all these tall tales about his sexual conquests and constantly hits on women, but his mannerisms, his attitude and the occasional, "Girl" that he sprinkles in the conversations say otherwise. In a nutshell he's moody like a woman. Which is fine by me so long as he directs that shit to someone else. I mean, I work within his personality as I'm sure he works within mine, but tonight was it!

So, last week when I was leaving I told him that I wanted a Perm Rod set. Ladies, you know the smaller rollers. I wanted my hair to look like a curly afro and as it drops the hairstyle changes...you feel me? Cool. Tuesday, I even called him to make sure he was going to be ready to do it because I know he's lazy. He wants to do a roller-set or blow you out and curl it. He doesn't like to do complicated or time consuming hairdo's. I've never tripped off that because this is the healthiest my hair has ever been. Plus, he doesn't charge me for deep conditioners or trims, so I let it go and continued to go to him and get the same ish.

Today, I walk in the shop and issue the customary greetings all around. My line-sister calls me on the phone and we're discussing our up coming trip to Miami to celebrate me and 2 of my other line sister's birthdays. So, he's asking me which rollers I want. *Red Flag* If I tell you I want a rods what rollers do you think I want? See, a beautician who is comfortable or knows what look I'm trying to achieve would already know what size rollers I want. So, I'm on the phone and trying to get him to make a suggestion. So, he starts getting indignant talking about I better hurry up and choose because he doesn't feel like doing it anyway AND he's only charging me $55 for something that normally costs $85.

STOP THE MUTHAFUCKING PRESS!!!

Do, I look I just started getting my hair done TODAY! Sucka is not my middle name. Who in their right mind is going to pay $85 for a freaking rod set?! Not I said the Cat! Run that ish on somebody simple!

So, I let that roll of back and make a choice in rollers and continue talking on the phone while he's getting himself together. So, he calls me over to the shampoo bowl and I'm still on the phone and I hold up the one minute finger to signal that I'm getting off the phone. He gets indignant again. He starts talking about I need to hurry up because he can start on his other client whose appointment is at 5:30 and mine is 6:30 and he doesn't feel like doing it anyway. Mind you, he's loud as hell and at this point he has told me he doesn't want to do it about 4 times, so I started getting pissed. I told him I don't care less whose appointment is when...it's 6:15, she just walked in and she'll have to wait. AND, if you don't want to do it then don't! After I make my statement I lean back. He starts washing my hair and I ask him who is he trying to show out in front of. See, he's that type of person...extra when he has an audience. So, I tell him that I think he was very rude and disrespectful, especially since I come in damn near every week. He corrects me and tell me I come in every 2 weeks..clearly forgetting that he saw me 7 days ago. So, I concede and say so what I'm still a regular and he was being very unprofessional. He tells me I don't have to come every 2 weeks, 3 weeks or 4. I told his ass very calmly, "I'll keep that in mind".

At this point he knows that I'm pissed. I stopped talking and anyone that knows me knows that I'm a motor mouth and love to argue unless something is really wrong or I'm really mad. So for me to clam up means I'm about to blow. After he washes my hair we go back to the chair and he's starting to get his stuff together to rod my hair. I tell his ass to not even worry about it...give me the regular...blow me out, curl it tight and wrap it. I swear this is the best he has ever done my hair. He paid extra attention to everything. Every time I opened my mouth to someone else in the shop he chimed in trying to piggy back on my statement or agree with me. I ignored his ass. The receptionist walks up and ask me why I didn't rod it. See, she was there last week when he agreed to rod it...everyone was. They all knew that I wanted to put less stress on my hair and roller set it for a few weeks. I told her ass loud and clear, "Because I don't want my hair to be shitty. I'll go somewhere else to make sure the job is done right." She turns to him and says, "See, why you got to be so mean." HA!

After he did my hair and the owner did my eyebrows, I grabbed my book I just loaned him today, put it in my purse, paid at the front and told the receptionist to take me off the books for the rest of the year because I wouldn't be back. Yes, I make my appointments by the year. I'm a hairdresser's dream...a consistent, paying client.

The problem was that he doesn't feel comfortable doing it for whatever reason and he tried to divert me from getting it done. He knows my temper and attitude would stop me from letting him do it. What he wasn't expecting is that I'd take my name off the books because we've had spats before and it was like, "same time, same place". You know what I mean? But, not this time. He crossed the line on too many levels.

1. I tell you what to do to my hair. You don't tell me what you FEEL like doing.
2. You don't respect me or my business if you think you can tell me I don't have to come.

I'd be a fool to walk back in there.

You would think I was at some hood shop with the treatment I got today. Nope. It's a diverse salon with diverse stylist and clientele. It's a upscale shop. They use the best products and my hair is healthy as hell, but he's not the best, nor is he the only person that can achieve that look. Not to mention, he's limited in his hairstyling abilities. I had to damn near beg for streaks. I literally asked for streaks for 6 months and he kept giving me excuses or reasons why. Then the shampoo girl told me that he can't do color that well. AHA! It made sense. He pulled the same shit tonight.

I immediately called my girl for the number to her stylist. Her hair is healthy, full, shiny and always done. I'll have to start paying for trims and deep conditioners, but that's the price I'll pay to have a stylist that respects me as a client and more importantly as a person.

We'll meet again because I'll be back in 4 weeks to get my eyebrows arched. She keeps my arch thick and it's always perfect. At which time I'll make sure my wig is tight.

I had to get this off my chest. Thanks for listening.

Smooches :^)

The Mafia should wack the Bears!

The Mafia party this weekend was a blast! Although, I was so stressed that it had me a little uptight. I will admit that. And, I'm very curt and to the point when I'm under pressure.The party almost went off without a hitch until we realized at 4 in the morning that my roommate phone had been stolen. And, she doesn't even have a snazzy phone. It's an old beat up flip phone. It forced her to finally get a PDA that she loves. Funny how a seemingly bad situation turns out good. We have an idea who it was...a guest of a guest. I can account for everyone in there with the exception of about 5 people. And all my friends have PDA's, good jobs, etc. Unless one of there azz's likes to steal for sport, but I doubt that. It's all good, though. In the future, people won't be allowed to bring guests. I know enough people to not need extra's! I'm also mad at BZ for not showing up. She called me and everything and then fell asleep. I guess that's what you do when you've been playing doctor all day! LOL!

Hershey showed up to my surprise. He wasn't suppose to be there.Imagine my surprise when he walked through the door. Immediately, his cousin wanted to take a picture of us. I've been debating on whether to post the picture or not. Maybe I should pull a Roycee and just crop him out...I think I'll do that. Not ready to reveal him like that until we're official! Then I can pull a TTD and GTL! LOL! Got to love them!

Don't we look adorable???? LOL! In case you were wondering my shirt says, "Catch Me if You Can". Pac Man Style.

Speaking of Official...my girl got engaged Friday. She come walking up in the party with this 2 carat solitaire bursting at the seams. Her fiance was standing there looking all bashful. It was too cute. Even though I love them as a couple and wish them all the best I couldn't help but be a little envious. Don't get me wrong it's not hating...it's more like, "Damn, when will it be my turn?" LOL! I'm waiting patiently, though.

I am soooo pissed at the Bears!!! I'm almost ashamed to be from Chicago...Almost, but not quite. This had to have been the worst Superbowl I've ever seen. Boring with a capital B. I wasn't even impressed by the half time show and I love Prince. Such a waste. Well, I'm happy for Dungy. If any coach or person for that matter, deserves to win it's him. ***Applause***

It's cold as shit outside, so I'm about to get out of here. Yep...I'm still at work.

Smooches :^)

Tired Tuesday...

I am sitting at my desk, after quitting hours, tired as hell! I have had meeting after meeting after meeting. You see I'm still at work. I wanted to carve out a few moments to jot some things done, though.

First: Thanks everyone for your suggestions and motivational replies. I think I am going to take the advice of everyone that said FUCK THEM! Read on playa!

Missy & Roycee: Click on the Site Meter at the bottom of the page. It should take you to the site I got mine from and you can set one up from there.

Rob: Thanks for checking on me. I appreciate that. Although, you never texted me back! I guess you had your hands full with all that new booty! LOL!

Reesie: Don't forget to tell me how it's going...

BZ: Girl I had a blast Saturday. We have to do it again sometime. As a matter of fact, you're comign out tonight...right? Also, glad you liked Hershey...

I have done absolutely nothing for my party. I haven't purchased anything, cleaned anything...nothing. All I know is that I have about 50 people coming over...LOL! This should be interesting on so many levels. And, you know that 50 is really going to be 60-70. People always gotta bring people...LOL!

Why is it when people are unhappy in their lives they try to start shit with you? Case and point: Saturday after I made it home from a night out with my roommate and BZ and Hershey, who decided to show up out the blue with his boys, Hershey called and I went over his house. On my way out the door and out of my roommates room, where I was before I left the house, I asked her to lock the top lock. My keys were in the bottom of my purse underneath my wallet, makeup case, tank top, pajama pants, and toothbrush. Why did this heffa come texting me talking about we need to talk? So, I called her concerned. Do you know she had the nerve to tell me that she didn't appreciate me telling her to lock the top lock when she was already in the bed! You know I was pissed, right? I told her flat out...and I quote, "I know you're lashing out at me because something is going on with you right now and you may be feeling alone especially since I left. Because I know ain't no way in hell you just texted me twice over some bullshit and you know I'm over here in la-la land. So, before you make me an enemy over petty shit, you better let me be a friend and just open up about what's really bothering you." I shut it down. We had other words and she apologized and we laughed. See, she has some issues and she's unhappy about her single status amongst other things. So, I was able to recognize hurt when I heard it. I've lashed out unneccesarily, too in the past. No harm, no foul. But funny as hell!

I know I have peaked your interest by mentioning Hershey...Nothing much to report. Just another 2nd base night at his crib, if you get my drift! We were suppose to catch a movie Saturday, but I dropped my phone in the toliet...again, and we missed the movie. He and I were running around trying to get me a new phone.

***Commercial break***

I love this phone more than my old one...it's a Sam.sung Black Jack! Look it up! PDA's are the best!

***The End***

Anyway, since I had plans with the girls for 8 we were too late to catch a movie and I still be able to meet them on time. So, he dropped me off at home, but on the way there the conversation came up about us dating again. Long story short, he basically tells me that he is deliberately going to slow us down. No matter how much he wants to see me, he's going to put some distance between us. He doesn't want to get too close too fast without being 100% sure that he can live without kids. Ok. I got out the car calm, cool and collected. I bid his ass farewell without a hug or a kiss. I walked in the house talking to myself out loud and everything. "Who does this MF think he is?" "Does he know who I am?" "I got news for him, he will not hear from me ever again!" I was pissed. So, I go to M.atch with the girls and tell them what I just told you. We're finishing up dinner and who walks through the door? Exactly. Looking all bashful and smiling. All my angry thoughts fly right out my head because this was no coincedence. Him and his boys squeeze in our booth and everyone makes sure we're next to one another in the middle. He tells me that he had called and texted me to see if I would still be there. Of course, I didn't hear my phone. He admits that it bothered him that I got out the car and he wanted to smooth things over with us, so he decided to find me. ***CHEESE*** The night was one of comedy. LOL! His friends are a mess. So, imagine my surprise when he comes calling me after I made it in the house asking if I would like to come over...LOL! Men. Make up your mind!

While I am over here typing this Red Fez just stopped by my desk. He doesn't work in this building, but he takes German classes over here. Yes, my company offers free German classes...LOL! He just so happened to be lost in the building and passed my cube. Damn, that man is fine! Some co-workers are planning a ski-trip and he's going, too. If I go this should be interesting. LOL!

I know this post is all out of chronological order. Bear with me, though. My mind isn't thinking streamlined today.

Before the VP of my Channel left he told me to have a good day and he hopes my ears haven't been burning...HMMMMM!

Sunday, I had brunch with another group of girls seperate from Saturday. It was nice. I love hanging out with them. A few are married, a few are engaged, so I'm living vicariously through them and I get a real look at black love...you know what I mean. But, why is one of these chicks getting married in September and her dress is Vera Wang??? Must be nice. Both her and her fiance' are doctors, so they can definitely afford it, but damn! I kind of feel bad that I didn't invite any of them to the party, though. The guest list is already too big and besides, 2 are on call Saturday or whatever the doctor lingo is. 3 will be out of town and that leaves 4 more. They 'll be ok. I can't invite everyone to every thing. Although, I am going to one of their Superbowl parties...hmmm.

Ummm. I think that sums up all I have to say today.

Smooches :)

Kick Rocks

Is there a way to ban people from looking at your blog? I know I can make it invite only, but I don't want to limit myself to only those I already know. However, there are people that I don't want reading my blog. I feel like they are limiting me. There is so much I want to say, but I don't want them in my business like that. They take what I write, respond to it on their blogs and/or make it a conversational piece at their "National Dynasty Fest".

What sparked this is Honey Libra's blog. She is so candid and open with her writing. I feel like she's taking the words right out of mouth at times. Yet, I have to censeor myself over here because I don't want So and So sending out their negativity or even if their not hating... I don't want them to have that much access to what's going on with me. We don't talk on the phone or via email/text. They are not a part of my every day life nor will they be a part of my past when I retell it...Just to show you their level of significance. I'm flattered that they read, but when I check my site meter I get sick of seeing their IP addresses. Betcha didn't know I was tracking you, huh? Well, I am.

The more I blog and read other people's blogs I feel like I'm getting closer to those that read. We share each other's every day lives...more often than not. So, I'm getting sick of people having a piece of me when that chapter of our friendship or whatever it was is over. I know one particular person is going to take this to heart, but trust you are not the only person that reads this blog...male and female...I'm talking about. Get over yourself. I mean, I write something totally unrelated to anything remotely dealing with them and they automatically think I'm refering to them when I use an example. Then, I have to hear about some smart ass retort that was directed at me. WTF! Now I know why Janet sang the song, "I betch you think this song is about you"!

And, to those of you that may think I'm talking about you when I'm not. We may not be as cool as we once were or talk like we used to. But, there is always love in Ming's Dynasty. I appreciate you keeping up with my goings ons :) You know who you are because we talk, you're invited to my parties, I ask how you're doing and vice verse. I'm talking to the people who shitted on me in some form or fashion and they still want to keep up with me.

I know this is all my fault, though. I have no one to blame, but myself. I shouldn't have given them the address or better yet, even told them I had a blog. But, we share mutual friends...every last person I'm talking about. So, all they have to do is click the link...you know what I mean. And, I refuse to subject myself to the inconvienence of changing my blog. You leave because I'm not! Damn!

I just want to talk freely. I'm getting sick of keeping so much in.

So, again I ask...How can I block people from my blog?

Smooches :^)

Super Bowl Shuffle?

GO BEARS!!!!

I am ecstatic that the Bears are finally in the playoffs. I am even more ecstatic that they are going against Dungy! 2 black coaches battling in the Super Bowl on the first Sunday of Black History Month! Who would have thunk. Then you got OB running for president, even though I don?t think he's ready, but that's another post all together.

What's going on with me?

Chilling like a villain. I know that was wack, LOL! But, I'm feeling really silly right now as I type this from my desk.

***Weekend in Review***

Hershey, Hershey, Hershey.

***The End***

LOL! Just kidding, although we did hang out Friday and Saturday. We did the movie at the crib thing on Friday and Saturday we did dinner, J. Foxx concert and Blue Wave (a club).
I never paid attention to just how fine J.amie Fo.xx really is. I mean, post forehead hair plugs. Don't act like you didn't know he had his hairline pulled down over his forehead. Check out some old J.amie Fo.xx show reruns and then look at a picture of him now. You'll see. Anyway, he looks good. The concert was half comedy show and half music. I must admit the comedy portion was much better than the music. And, I was so tired of him saying he won an Oscar. After you applaud 5 times, you don't want to hear it anymore! We get it... you won an Oscar! All in all, I had a good time and I'm glad I went.

The ish hit the fan between Hershey and me at the very end of the night. The whole SC thing came up again, through no fault of his own...not entirely, anyway. I feel us getting closer, but I also feel like he's impeding our progress.

***Long Story Short***

I didn't want to end the night. I wanted to go back to his place, curl up and watch another movie. You know, wake up together. He didn't think it was a good idea because he was afraid of what MIGHT happen and he's not ready to take our relationship to another level until he has worked everything out in his head.

Ok, cool...I get that. BUT...

1. We're not having sex! I'm not ready for that, period! Last time I had sex, the experience scarred me. He wasn't worth it and neither was the sex. He completely overstated his position in life, his morals, his relationship status, and everything else that came out his mouth. So, I want to take my time.

2. You are conciously keeping me at arms length stopping our natural progression.

3. How long are we going to be on hold? Seriously! We spend damn near every weekend together, which is prime real-estate, I might add. The more time we spend together we're naturally going to get closer or grow apart, but I don't see the latter happening. So, again, how long do I wait?

So, I basically told him that if he intends on ending things in the future he might as well end them now because I won't allow myself to be stringed along. In all fairness, I know he's struggling and thinking about what to do. I also know that he likes me a great deal. But, this isn't about him. It isn't even about us, because we haven't made it that far. It's about me. End of story. I have to do what makes me happy and if he isn't the man for the job, then we have to move on!

Of course, when I paraphrased the above, he wouldn't let me get out the car. He couldn't believe that I had just given him an ultimatum and that I was willing to walk away from him and the situation. He's not ready for that to happen. He just wants a little time to resolve within himself the choices that are laid in front of him. My biggest fear is that he'll look up 6 months from now and realize life without kids is not a possibility.Where would that leave me? Alone and dejected. Even though I've done more research and discovered there is a 50/50 chance the child will have SC. So, all is not lost.

Needless to say, we ended up spending then night together after he convinced me not to leave. We went back to his place, watched a movie On-Demand and fell asleep. See, how easy that was? Damn!

From this point forward the ball is exclusively in his court. I'm going to sit back, relax and let him have the space he needs to be okay with whatever decision his heart, mind, and spirit leads him to.

I'm already okay with it.

Smooches :)