It is interesting...

...being married. It's not quite what I thought, and it's not whne I thought...but it is everything I've ever wanted it to be. I love being married.

A Wintery Mix...

Let's start with this...


The phrase "A Wintery Mix" makes no sense to me...but that seems to be the only weather condition they have out here...


See, back home, we had snow, we had sleet, hail, ice...all types of stuff. Here though, here they give you all of those things at the same time...and that is retarded. It snowed approximately two inches, then it sleeted for about two hours...now it's raining. So what does that do to the streets? It turns it into a hockey match.


Well, I mean, really, it wouldn't be too bad if they had a fleet of plows with salt coming out of the back...but they don't. So it just stays that way...but wait, there's more...There is a high of 40 today. Does that make sense to you???


...not to me.


Be Safe or Be Smitten.

The Waiting Game

So I have a job, but I don't start until the 16th of Feburary...so what do I do everyday? Mostly nothing. I mean, I clean the house in my own way...dishes, laundry...organize stuff...but that's it. Nothing much.


I'm getting kinda bored, I mean, there is only so much you can do just sitting at home, but I know I'm gonna miss this when I start working...so we'll see.





I went to Alma de Cuba in Philadelphia with Liz on Sunday...it was pretty dope. It was a nice place with a good atmosphere, but not too posh that I couldn't wear jeans and sneakers...it was cool. Liz had the 'Fried Cow' which was a twice-cooked steak and I had a chicken dish...it was very tasty...and for two three course meals, it wasn't that expensive...

Well, the dryer just went off, so I'm going to start folding clothes, but before I go, let me leave you with this...





Yes, Steven Segal has an album out...you know you want it!

I know...

...it's been forever since I last posted, so I'll try to catch y'all up since I have a few hours to kill:


I'm at Panera right now sponging off of their wireless and drinking coffee...I feel so important. You know when you see those guys over at a table by themselves using the computer and sipping coffee? Today that's me! Ha! I know, right?


...anyway, I went to the inauguration the other day. It was interesting. I mean, I couldn't really see anything besides other people. I wasn't close enough to see Barack, or even the screen showing the inauguration...but being there was special. I saw things that I know I would've never known about unless I was there...like the Barack Obama mixtapes. Or the Barack Obama Bubble crystal paper weights, or the keychain version...or the knit caps...or the super bogus bootleg t-shirts. All of the black people...the old black women wearing furs of animals that varied from mink to ferret pelts...the guy wearing a jacket made from blue-backed gorilla...the guy that wore sugar cookie shoes to middle school because his Spaulding sneakers were stolen...it was eventful.


I don't think I've ever seen that many people in one place...for anything. There were some downfalls...a woman that was wearing a coat made of walrus moustache said some threatening things to Liz's sister...and I lost it on her...while I was eating Pringles. This white dude was pushing me, so I had to rib check him with my elbow and hip...but it is a memory that I will have for the rest of my life...in my grandmother's lifetime, they wouldn't serve you lunch at the same counter that they would serve white people in North Carolina...and now we have a Nigerian-Hawaiian/Black American president...who would have ever known...




On another note:

I have a job! Well, I haven't started working yet, but I am starting on Febuary 16th with Comcast...that'll be cool. I'll get free cable and free high-speed internet. I'm excited about working there...it's been so long since I worked, I know it's going to feel weird waking up to go sit somewhere for 8 hours...but I know I'll do well, and everything will work out.



I'M MARRIED!

Yeah, I haven't posted in forever because I wasn't sure if I was going to write about being married...I am so happy being Liz's husband, you have no idea. If you go back to this time last year...man, I wasn't feeling marriage. I mean, I wanted to be married, but I didn't think that I was going to be within a year. It's crazy, right? We didn't do anything large, because, well, for one, we couldn't afford to at the time, and I didn't have the opprotunity to have anyone here...so we are going to have a more traditional ceremony later on this year to have all of my loved ones present...but I'm just so happy. I had no idea that I would ever meet Liz in real life when I first started reading her blog...and as silly as it sounds, I really liked her back then...about 4-5 years ago. Then she dissapered...deleted her blog...and I was SO sad about it, I didn't know what to do...I kept up with my blog for a while, but since she wasn't there to read it, I just stopped writing all together...but because of how God works, and because he made her for me...he made her for me before I was even born...he urged her to email me...encouraged me to write again...and now I'm married. I feel like Tom Hanks in Castaway when he was back home drinking out of a glass with ice in it...it's, it's unbelieveable. It's unbelieveable because I had given up. I had given up on finding someone that actually fit the characteristics that I picked out in my head as a 17 year old boy...I figured that person didn't exist... or that I didn't deserve to be happy...that my expectations were too inflated, that I needed to shave down my list, and settle for someone that I could tolerate instead of love...and then this happened. Everytime I think about it, I get choked up. You never know how good God is, and how much he loves you until you have given up...until you see no hope...until you have run out of options.

I was watching Katt Williams the other day, the "It's Pimpin' Pimpin'" comedy special, and he said something that I could definately identify with. He compared the tiger at the zoo to black men. You keep trying and trying, but you are still a real tiger in a fake environment, with fake food, and people staring at you...and despite all you try, the stuff that you were taught isn't working...and then something happens to make you feel like a real tiger again...I'm not going to spoil it, just watch the special; it had some great social comedy in it...with explitives scattered throughout.

I said that to say this...I felt like nothing was working for me, I had changed myself so much, that I forgot what I was actually looking for...I kept adapting to women that were no good for me...kept changing and changing, and trying...but it wasn't working...then she came. She saved me from myself. I was ready to give up...not on women, but on trying...but I guess that is where faith comes in...because just before I'm ready to just give up, I say to myself, "If this isn't for me...if I'm suppose to be alone, then that I will be...if I'm not suppose to do this anymore, then I won't...but I know YOU will tell me what to do in the end." Then things just work out. And it's beautiful.

I know I'm going to be angry with Liz sometimes, and I already have been since we have been married...but you just have to know that in the big picture, that stuff doesn't matter, because she is down for me...all day long. And I'm there for her as much as humanly possible...and it's dope. It's one of the best things besides the love of God that I have ever experienced in my entire life.



I love you all, and I'm going to make my rounds around blogworld now...


Be Safe or Be Smitten.

Can't Sleep...

...so I'm still awake. My sinuses are not working right, and I can't take it right now. I need to go to the doctor...but I have no insurance at the moment...ughhh.


I'm not feeling this right now.




I think I'm going to try to find some Bat Masterson DVD sets online...

Is it just me...

...or does Ron Browz need to drink some hot acid?



I don't think I like rap anymore...


Here's why:

Arab Money:



I can almost deal with this version though...


Arab Money Remix




...and just when you thought they were done,


Arab Money Remix Part II




Come on.

Fast Times at Ridgemont High...

This wasn't suppose to be just a poster...it was a post. I wrote this lovely heartfelt piece that was magically deleted when I hit the publish button...maybe that was a good thing, maybe it wasn't...but I do have a new outlook on how things are at the moment.


Before I moved out here, people kept telling me..."Why are you moving so fast?"

...and I wasn't hearing it, but now, now I feel what they were saying. It does feel kinda fast. It does. But I don't regret the move. I don't regret the decision to propose...I don't regret us getting married this month...I do regret not having a surplus of cash, and I regret her roomate still being here even though she said she was going to be long gone by now...but whatever.


I know this move is going to strech me, pull me in ways that I have never experienced in life...make me feel...different. A good different, but different none the less. I have someone that depends on me now...and it's...odd. I like it, but to know that I am no longer responsible for just myself is a strange thing to grab onto initially.

I'm not saying that she needs me to do everything for her, but in watching her life without me, I see the gaps. I see the things that she doesn't do because she's too busy, or tired, or she just doesn't know how...and I try to do that for her...help her so that her life is easier. I don't know if that is truly what you do in a marriage...but it seems like it. I do notice things that she does for me that I never would've done...or I never would have thought of...it's nice...but weird.


But I do love it.


It's also just weird being away from home. There are times during the day when I feel like, "What time am I landing at O'Hare when I get home?" But this is home now...I live in Palmyra...I live in New Jersey. I can see Philadelphia just accross the river. There are bridges all over the place here...it's...it's fast, it's strange, and it's my new life.


...and I'm enjoying it.



Be Safe or Be Smitten.

Federal Expressed

I've finally emptied out the moving truck, now I just need to find where everything is...the small stuff...like...my phone charger, my other pair of glasses, my mind.


Well...I do still have my mind, but one thing really got to me about this trip, and it happened before I left Illinois.


I was looking to sell my car before I left town, but I really didn't proactively search for buyers, so as I loaded my moving truck, I was leaning toward just keeping it, and storing it somewhere in town until I have enough to get the car fixed, and just drive it back to New Jersey. About two hours after I made that decision in my head, my neighbor asked me if I was still looking to sell it...and because she was elderly and black, I decided to cut her a break...basically selling it to her for nothing, but I did tell her these things first: I don't have the title out, it's packed away in a box somewhere on the moving truck...I can find it after I get to New Jersey and send it to you. There are a few things wrong with it, and this is where you can get it fixed, etc etc. And honestly, for the amount of money she paid for the car, I'm not quite sure what she expected. You can't get a good mountain bike for the price she paid for my joint...but whatever.


So, like, two hours later, she pops up at my door telling me that she can't register the car yet without the title...and I looked at her like, 'Ummmm, I'm sure you can't...which is why I said I'd send the title to you once I get to New Jersey. You have the keys, and I'm going to be in another state...so I'll send it to you once I get there.' She keeps asking me to stop moving my things into the truck, and go with her to file for a lost title. Since I only had maybe an hour and a half worth of work left, I told her that I would do it when I finish...reasonable, right?

...about 40 minutes later, my other neighbor needed to get into her spot behind the house, and it was being blocked by my moving truck, so she asked me if I could pull out so she can park...so I went downstairs and I saw the Crown Vic was in the driveway too, so in order for me to move, I had to get the other neighbor to move as well...so we asked her twice to come out and move the car, but she never left her apartment, and the car never budged an inch. I looked at the other neighbor, and her face said the same thing I was thinking...'What the hell is taking so long???'


...so what happened? This broad called the police. The neighbor I was trying to help out by selling her a car for little to nothing called the police and told them that I was refusing to give her the title of the car.

Amazing.


I was SO LIVID...I tore up her bill of sale, threw her money at her, and snatched the keys from her hands. I mean, the police even told her that this had nothing to do with them, and if she agreed to the terms in the contract that she signed, there was really nothing else she could even do legally...but I really just didn't want the hassle...but I can honestly say that was the only time I've ever wanted to punch an older woman in the face...



I don't get it. Do you?