بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers,
So, “yesterday” 😉 I went to workout (cardio). I feel good because I’ve always been physically active, but for the past year, I haven’t been participating in any type of exercise. So, we did some floor work and I couldn’t do it all because my pants-skirt kept falling up.
(‘Member this????? What the hell happened??? Fergie??? Hollywood??? Maybe if I had said Yes, when William asked me if I could sing, I might have been able to save them…… Allah Only Knows. But HE HAD OTHER PLANS FOR ❤ ALLAH)
So, “today,” after “work” I knew I had to get a sewing kit but had no idea what I was going to do for food.
I have been going to the same stores not purchasing anything. But, Zawji Loves Me and he told me where to go. ❤ ❤ ❤ So, I look around but couldn’t find any sewing kits. But I did see some leggings that would be perfect to wear under my pants-skirt and cover my legs properly. They only had X-Large or just Large. I’m a medium/small. Or like Mad Skillz said “smedium” 😉 Which is cool because I can wear clothes that are too large. That’s the beauty of being small; I can just take them in.
But, then I saw something else that looked like leggings too, but the packaging was different. I checked the size and then my Beloved Zawji told me to hurry up and put them in my bag and “get ta steppin‘.” 😉
So, I got two sewing kits, a box of truffles (paid for by four hundred (400) years of free labor by my ancestors) and some q-tips.
So, I thank the cashier as I walk out, bag stuffed like a Thanks Giving Turkey. LOL Catch me if you can, Elmer!!!
Sure enough, I get outside, half-way down the block I hear somebody yelling, but I was NOT ABOUT to turn around and see who dat! #yaheard?#lotswife
Anyway, I could not wait to get into these cookies! I love cookies. I wanted that to be my nickname in jail. I was going to steal a cardboard box full for the inmates when the trustees weren’t looking, but I ended up with a box of fruit instead. #howtoeattolive #backthentoo 😉 #canthelpit 😀 Zawji and Allah are always watching out for ❤ .
So, I go through the days catch and discover the legging are not leggings, which I hate, but pants! I was ecstatic!!!!!! Thanks Zawji!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET HONEY!!!
I LOVE YOU ❤ ❤ ❤
7 DAYZ 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤
You cannot comprehend how supersaturated with PURE UNADULTURATED SWEETNESS is my Zawji. He’s like CRYSTALLIZED HONEY!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Or that crunchy coating on creme brulee!!! Yummy!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank-you, Bibi!!!! You know what I need and give it to me before I even have to ask. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED. YOU DESERVE EVERY GOOD THING THAT COMES TO YOU, LOVE (MOI) MOST OF ALL. 😀 😀 😀
WE WERE MEANT TO BE. NO ONE ELSE CAN COME BETWEEN THIS LOVE I KNOW ‘CAUSE I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So, the other day I realized Congo Square and Leimert Park are very similar. Initially, I was going to write that they are different because the African Cultural Center is so far away, but there is another center close by, which I like better.
They have a basketball court, a pool and better classes. It’s in a Black neighborhood – the oldest Black neighborhood in the country, no less – but I was so disgusted by all the devils that I almost wrote it off completely.
I don’t know why devils always seem to follow whenever I show up at all-Black places. I hate it!
So, “this morning” I woke up and I really, really, really wanted a bath/shower.
I’m an M.G.T. and we are the cleanest, most refined and civilized women you will ever meet.
This homelessness is really a challenge for someone like me who bathes every day without fail, washes my clothes after each wear without fail, performs ablution at least five (5) times a day and am almost OCD when it comes to washing my hands. MGT wear white gloves like BITD (Back In The Day) everywhere we go too.
So, this coupled with the fact that I refuse to use the dirty religion, Christian resources for ANYTHING, has made keeping as clean as I would like to be somewhat challenging, but Zawji said, “Don’t” which was cool by me because I also don’t want to be associated with Homeless people and the only place that is not affiliated with the devils’ religion where I could take a shower is the VA and although I’m grateful they changed their name to “Volunteers of America” from “Veterans of America” I still don’t like to go there. There are just too many chronically homeless people there and it’s just, well, it’s just depressing.
So, I went on to ‘work.’ But the chain on my bike keeps coming off, so I was looking for Earl, who fixed it the other day, on my way.
It’s kinda cool though because my Southern-Gentlemanly Brothers see a damsel in distress and immediately offer to help fix it. Of course, I bask in the attention and am obsequious with my gratitude. 😉
So, I thank them profusely as I ride off, smiling and waving graciously until it comes off again.
VIRGIL!!!!!! Where are you when I need you, Brother????? 😥 😥 😥 Naa, I know where you are. I luh you, man!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ Wish you were here!
So, on my way to ‘work,’ I pass by a donation bin and clothes are everywhere. And, haute couture is one of my niches, so I stopped and found some long skirts (a white one, at that!) which I desperately needed.
I don’t know how Sisters used to ride bikes BITD! I mean, I know they did, that’s why the bar between your legs is bent – to accommodate our skirts – but dang, I can’t go a block without getting tangled all up! Good thing I wear pants underneath…. 😉
So anyway, before I leave ‘work’ 😛 I go to this website on my list of things to do in NOLA and there’s a water aerobics class scheduled for that night!!!!!
All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!!
Zawji ALWAYS knows best. HEAR AND OBEY, your Zawjis, Sisters!!!!
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