Happy Friday Readers, Happy Friday! I was going to take this space to bitch and moan about this stupid UGA graduate who grates on my nerves with her moronic whining monotone and dumbass questions, but it’s Friday and Pandora is playing Sheena E. Life is good. Have you ever worked so hard that you feel […]
Snniiiiifffff!!! Ahh…Spring. There’s pollen, pollen everywhere (gag!). The potbellied carpenter bees are digging holes in my siding, Atlanta drivers are driving like they have less sense, and Kohl’s advertising budget is on steroids. All these things can only mean one thing: The Easter season is upon us. I love Easter. It’s the one time of […]
Readers, I’ve got something for you all to judge. What’s your take on this? My husband and I are going through a quiet ‘battle’ concerning whether or not I should be allowed to have my own room when we move to South Africa. If we had the space in our current home, I would have […]
There are two types of women in the world: Those who take BS and those who don’t. It is the job of men to decipher – usually based on looks – what type of woman you are. This is a poor system/process of discovery, at least by my estimation, because according to many men that […]
April Toque: A cruel game played only by the Gyekye siblings. Simply put, it’s April Fool’s day on steroids. HAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA!!!! April Toque! I got you!! Man. I’ve had calls (some from Ghana AND England), texts, inbox messages on Facebook all asking WHY I’m shutting down M.O.M. (For the record, I’m not.) *Gasping and Snickering!* Oh […]
Dear Readers: I’ve come to a really tough decision today. This is going to be my last blog entry. I’ll be shutting down M.O.M come tomorrow. The blog has been a huge part of my daily life Ah, screw it. I’m not going to give a sappy, ridiculous explanation. Who even cares? Thanks for sticking […]
I KCQWYT!!! Can you decode the above statement? I bet you can’t! Never fear, I shall explain it to you. After much reflection, I have finally come to understand why God has NOT allowed me to hit the lottery the few times in my life that I’ve played, and probably never will. Oh I’ve […]
To shart: the phenomenon through which when farting, a little bit of dookie ends up in your pants. The more I think about marriage, the more I realize that it’s really one of the hardest things a person could ever do successfully. It’s easy to fail at marriage – I mean, all you have to do […]
Stop whatever it is you’re doing…right now! If you work in an office, strain your ears and listen closely. Someone is using, or about to use, an office acronym right now. And don’t they sound retarded. (That’s a statement, not a question.) We used to use certain acronyms in HR that didn’t translate well into […]
Actually, it was anything but; I just like the play on words, hence the title. Caroline celebrated her birthday this Saturday, and I was invited to her shindig by her friend Napoleon (yes, that’s his real name – and yes, he’s Black). I thought it was going to be a nice, somewhat quiet evening spent […]
Douche Bag is an amazing human being – and I don’t mean that in a complimentary way. How someone has managed to bungle their way this far through life with such stunted mental capacity and have achieved any modicum of success gives credence to the story of Forrest Gump. However, unlike Forrest who at his […]
Getting there: You leave Atlanta on I-20, merge onto I-95N, pass some cotton fields, take a deep breath and inhale a few lung fulls of horse manure and cow dung, blink and then you’re in Fayetteville. It’s a small military town with lush hills and where I rendezvousing with The Fabulous Bessie Afeku, my fellow […]
Nikki Hunter is the lead vocalist in the band Trials of Evolution – or TOE, as I like to call them. She is my little cousin, and was once the apple of my eye. I have spent many a hard week’s wages on McDonald’s, Target gear and outings for our “niece and aunt” days in […]
I was going to title this “Of Brides and Hoodlums”, but I like the former Ms. Shears far too much to dwell on the hood-rattiness of Cory Garner, whom she married just this weekend. (I KNOW you’re reading this Cory, you lawn jockey.) That, and she planned every detail of an amazing event all by […]
I wonder what it must feel like, to have people scream and throw under things at you as you’re sorting through the produce at the farmer’s market. After 40 years, does it ever get tiresome? I imagine it would take its toll on you – which explains why Prince is so reclusive when he’s not […]
I can’t even wrap my mind around what words to write. Where do I even begin? Well, let’s begin the middle! The Fabulous Dogooder, Bessie (my Prince compatriot) bought our tickets and guess where we’re sitting? The FORTEENTH ROW! Floor level baby! I’m going to see Prince for the first time in concert and I […]
A few weeks ago I blogged about a girl who came in to interview with my company who didn’t get the job because she didn’t have the right “personality”, when what my manager really meant was she sounded too “Black”. It’s an unfortunate event that happens every day to Black folk – the immediate disqualification […]
Next week, something will happen that I’ve been hoping and wishing for for over two decades. I’m going to see Prince live in concert! A series of events have kept me from seeing The Purple One my whole life. Either I was too young, too far away (in Africa) or too broke to go see […]
*For Mia I’m going through a metamorphosis right now that is surprising to those who know me best. I really don’t care about a lot of things that would typically drive me mad. I attribute it to turning 30-something, although it could just have more to do with my life experiences thus far. The 23 […]
Yesterday I was getting the kids ready for church, which was pretty much a catastrophe because it was daylight savings time (and not the good one where we gain an hour) and Marshall had to go to church to do sound, leaving me alone with all the kids. All the same, I managed to press […]
You came to my blog looking for an article today, didn’t ya? Well I have NOTHING. I’m just ready for the weekend, dang it. Wake me when it’s 4:30 so I can go home to my screamin’ kids.