If my seventh grade year was my roughest, eighth grade was a close second….and academically my performance was the worst in 8th grade….

It’s a little known secret that I actually failed 8th grade English….you see our teacher gave us this assignment to do a 10 page research paper on any topic you wanted….whatever grade you got on the paper counted 10 times…..but if you didn’t do the paper you got 20 zeros (failed the class)….guess who decided to not to the paper?….actually I was going to do one on Major League Baseball but I just got really apathetic all of a sudden….

So imagine my parents surprise when they got that report card from Camp Creek Middle School and saw that F….I had a season pass to Six Flags and I had already been a couple times, but the first thing my mom did was take that away from me….my Super Nintendo was also banned….at first they were considering making me do the paper during the summer but never happened….

We had just moved into our house on Loch Lomond Trail (the other side of the lake this time)….so I spent alot of time playing basketball and football with Nile, who lived up the street….and I went down to Rashard’s house alot….and of course I would go and harrass my next door neighbor Jennifer….

My mom also had a couple of “trips” planned for that summer….and she still went with Nina and Che but she made me stay in Atlanta with my dad….Dad wasn’t really all that upset, or at least he didn’t express it outwardly….he did tell me that he was disappointed, but I think he could kind of understand what I was going through so he didn’t harp on it….

The first trip they went on was to Jekyl Island which is off of the coast of Georgia….it’s a nice place to just get away….and when Nina and Che got back they made sure to rub it all in….then they went to Chicago to go pick up my aunt and her kids who would be staying with my grandmother for awhile (I can’t believe that at the time we were actually looking forward to it!!!….it ruined our lives for the next 9 years!)….and yet again Nina and Che came back talking about all the fun they’d had…..I still haven’t been to Chicago (not that I’m bitter or anything….I mean who wants to see Wrigley Field and United Center????)….

While they were away I went to work and stuff with Dad….he had moved and he also had new hours (the later 10PM - 2AM shift)….he was staying with my Aunt Kym at the time (they shared a condo, he had the bottom she had the top)….I remember my mom giving Aunt Kym instructions to not let me watch Beavis and Butthead….but at the same time me and Dad went to go see Menace II Society (go figure?!!?)….

Eventually that summer began to wind down….I remember my dad taking us to see Poetic Justice at the very end….and wanting to get a Paco outfit so I could be hot and sweaty on the first day of school like the rest of the cool people….instead I got some wack ass clothes from a place I’m ashamed to name….

Yep….that was the wackest summer….and it ended on a perfectly wack note….I started high school at Westlake that August and they didn’t even have my record….

Yeah, yeah, so what…I was supposed to write about the wack ass summer of 1993….in due time homie, in due time….I honestly tried to sit down yesterday and write about it, and for the first time EVER the words just wouldn’t come together….it wasn’t all that bad a summer actually….just boring and dumb and it was all my fault….anyway I’ll try again to write about it Sunday night or something….

I FINALLY got a haircut yesterday….I need to make more of an effort to not go more than two weeks between haircuts, I don’t know what my problem is….actually I do….I never really had consistant haircuts growing up….my mom would take me when she felt like it….I guess she liked me having alot of hair….

*sigh*Yesterday I also had my most bitter and humiliating defeat at the hands of the homie Geoff in Madden 2004….let me give some background….in all the time of playing Madden with this guy I’ve never defeated him….so when I started the game with a kickoff return for a touchdown and then on his second play returned an interception for a touchdown….then forcing him to fumble and getting a fieldgoal from that….I JUST KNEW that for the first time I was going to defeat him!….I mean I had Mike Vick and Peerless Price….but then he scored….and I got scared….then I returned ANOTHER kickoff for a touchdown….and I got ANOTHER interception….and I connected with Peerless Price for a touchdown….but then in the second quarter things started to turn around….Needless to say I pulled a Houston Oilers in 1992-esque choke and lost the game 48-45….I should be banned from Madden….there is NOTHING I can do to beat that guy….

I did manage to redeem myself later on that night….we headed to a spot called Sam’s in Bellevue to help the homie Heather (aka H to the Izzo) celebrate the fact that she took her Step 1 exam….they have this trivia game that I used to play at the TGIFridays on Elliston….When we came in it was a “Battle of the Sexes” trivia game….I don’t even need to tell you that the Males RAN AWAY with it….and the top scorer?….of course the Killa Cal….all in all I did relly well finishing as the top scorer 3 times….including my demolition in the last round where I led pretty much wire to wire….props to Julie, Geoff, Julian, and Heather (who had her brain fried from taking her test) for giving me some comp….but I am the king!….I’m a poor winner I know, but it’s like one of the only things I’m good at….let me have that people!!

And now….on Saturday Morning…I present the Friday Five, which I am sorta of lackluster on….

1. Are you going to school this year? Yes, Meharry still owns me for another year….

2. If yes, where are you going (high school, college, etc.)? If no, when did you graduate? See the answer to the above….and I’m a graduate of Morehouse College in Atlanta with a degree in Chemistry and also Westlake High School in Southwest Atlanta with a magnet seal….

3. What are/were your favorite school subjects? My favorite subject right now is Pathology it really ties everything together….back in the day it was General Chemistry

4. What are/were your least favorite school subjects? My least liked subject right now is Microbiology/Immunology….it’s too much minutia and theory….just give me the effing T and B cell count and my complete blood count and let’s call it a day!

5. Have you ever had a favorite teacher? Why was he/she a favorite? I’ve had a favorite at each level….in Elementary School it was my fifth grade teacher Mrs Miller (with honorable mention to Ms Jones in 4th grade). She was no-nonsense, but she also had a fun side….one time she ran with us and everything….she was just really cool….in Middle School (which was HELL for me) my favorite teacher was Mrs Menefee, you could tell that she really cared about everyone in her class….she was really genuine….in High School it was Mr. Cobb who taught me Honors Physical Science and Honors Biology….he was the first teacher to really challenge me….he had high expectations for everyone in the class….also Miss Sy (AP Physics) was kind of great too…she was the most excited teacher I ever had and she was REALLY good at teaching a pretty difficult subject to grasp….I never got anything less than an A in any Physics class after that and I credit her! At Morehouse it was Dr. Usher my history teacher….once again he pushed me to really give it my all….and he really helped me understand alot more about the History of Black Americans and Africans….there is alot of misinformation out there….at Meharry so far Dr. Atta in Biochemistry has been my favorite professor….he makes a really difficult subject pretty easy to understand and he’s really enthusiastic about what he does….

damn that was a long response….I guess I did like this Friday Five after all….

The next summer story is one of my worst summers so I’m gathering myself a little before I start to talk about it….I’m gonna just be random for a while….

First of all congratulations are in order for my homie Rashard….I wrote about Rashard possibly being shipped off to serve the country in Bush’s war a while back….you probably don’t remember….anyway, he proposed to his girlfriend today….I’m really happy for them!….I got STORIES about this guy….we go back so far….I think I wrote a little about our summer job when I wrote about him before….he and his brother played such a big role in my teenage years, he’s one of my few consistantly true friends….

I just got off of the phone with my cousin Radiance….it’s always good to hear from her….I remember growing up we would go AT it….and let’s not forget the time she slammed my hand in the car door at the drive-in movie theater….but as we get older I appreciate her more and more….she’s grown into a really wonderful woman….

Today was an overall good day….I was a little late to pathology small group session, but I still managed to arrive in time to take my quiz, which I passed….today was a pretty light day as far as class went….I had a slight hangover from last night…

Last night….wooooo….I made an ass of myself last night….for some reason I had both of my beers in the same hand (I usually “double fist”) and I was talking crazy to this girl….I don’t think she was aware but I was actually saying the lines that Martin was saying to that girl in House Party when he was dancing with her to “Always And Forever” by Heatwave….he says, “Girl you so warm and snuggly, like a bunny….you so soft and comfy like my Hush Puppies….you make a nigga want to sang….*bad singing*Alwaaaays and Foreverrrr….each moment with youuuu”…..well right when I got to that part I tried to drink from one of the bottles but the one on top had more beer and it spilled all over my shirt….needless to say I was VERY intoxicated at that point….and I didn’t “give no fuck”…..but at that point it was pretty obvious that I needed to go home….and I did…..

I’m working on my super slowjam playlist on my computer….I’m up to 952 songs so far and I probably have another 200 or so songs to add….right now “Careless Whisper” by Wham is playing….certain songs can just make me stop what I’m doing….”Careless Whisper” used to be like that for me….right now I’m really feeling Whitney’s “All The Man That I Need”….I want a woman to feel like that about me….

Moving along….I had my weekly gathering (Andrea, Jamila, and Romni showed up this week) to watch Making The Band II….somebody needs to slap some sense into Dylan….and their “freestyle” session with Kay Slay at Hot 97 was AGONIZING to watch….however it wasn’t as excruciating as the show they showed after MTB2….good grief!!!….those people couldn’t dance at ALL….they looked like some Darren’s Dance Grooves video rejects….yet this Wade Robison dude seemed impressed by them…..at a certain point I thought, “Surely this show is a spoof…this can’t be real….” and I think the interview dude with the big ass hoop earring was on the same wavelength as me at times, the way he was looking at those people….

Well, that’s enough randomness for now….I’m out….tomorrow (or later today as it were) I’ll write all about my terrible summer of 1993….

Okay, back to where I left off….

In 1992 I had just finished 7th grade….it was probably my worst year “socially”….I was getting bullied at school by old boy Robert (I wrote about this awhile back)….I was a CLASSIC nerd….skinny, glasses, low self esteem (yep lower than now!!)….anyway I was in need of some direction or something….all I had was my Super Nintendo and a couple friends who were true (Nile had my back most of the time although sometimes he’d be the worst one clowning me….better me than him I guess)….

I don’t know exactly how it all came to be, I just sort of ended up packing all of my stuff and staying with my dad all of a sudden….I remember that Street Fighter II as BRAND NEW that summer and my dad used to take me to the arcade to play it….Dad loved Blanka….he liked the way he walked….well we spent countless hours playing against each other that summer….

At the time dad was just starting to become “locally famous” for his radio talk show….so more often than not I would go up to the radio station with him and learn the ins and outs…..sometimes his producer Liz would let me answer the phones and screen the calls….he already had a list of “banned callers” from his show, people that called up with some racist shit or were just plain ignorant….people would trip out when they found out that it was his son answering the phones….sometimes I would even get on the air (I took that for granted)….other times I chilled in the sports office reading old sports almanacs and media guides….they would give me the older copies sometimes….then other times I would chill in the newsroom and read news as it would come off of the AP wire….most of the people that worked there were really nice to me (and my sisters when they’d come)….

That summer dad’s station also got the rights to carry the Braves games (they already had the Hawks) so I had de facto season tickets….my dad would go out and make public appearances at the games and then if we felt like it we’d go watch the game (something else i took for granted)….the previous summer we actually went to more games and I actually met Ted Turner once because my dad knew his personal usher (this dude named Walter)….1992 was the year that the Braves lost to the Blue Jays in the World Series….my favorite player then was Ron Gant and I also liked Deion Sanders alot….he was extra flashy….

Most days were spent chilling though, because dad’s show was from 7-10 at that time (he also had the 10PM-2AM shift for a while)….his place was on a lake, so more often than not he could be found down there fishing….I remember I battled with a bass one day for about 2 hours…he kept spitting out my bait pissing me off!….

One day we came down to the lake and ALL of the chairs were thrown in!…..turns out these kids I used to play with had a delinquent cousin, Osirus, in town and he threw them in….Dad used to trip us out telling us how the little girl Naimah told on old boy….she had a raspy voice and according to my dad she said, “I tried to stop em” (Che and Nina are probably the only people that will get that…oh well…I put that in the story for them!)….

Then there was the one day when my dad and I got into a fight….he provoked me…..turned off the Super Nintendo….then pushed me or something….we ended up fighting for about 30-40 minutes…..don’t worry readers…we didn’t punch each other in the face and try to kill each other….we just wrestled and such….it was actually kind of great in hindsight….we had never had even a disagreement prior to that point….and we haven’t since….

Somehow just like how the summer started, it ended….nothing official….I just got my stuff and moved back into my mom’s house….but to this day that summer was the best ever….if I could go back to any summer I would go back to 1992….

And not a moment too soon….

Man your boy has been going through it….as you may or may not know my right eye is possessed by Devils….on Friday morning the Devils decided to wage warfare on me for wearing contact lenses to bed….my eyes turned red and I was unable to open my eyes….I needed assistance getting my contact out of my eye….

Long story short I suffered all weekend and today found out that I had a bacterial infection….no more contact lenses for your boy for a while….

I went to the gym today and realized I might be the weakest man on Earth….I can barely lift the bar…..I am ashamed of myself….I decided to make up for it by riding a little longer than usual on the bicycle today….

I realize I left you all hanging on the summer story thing but the Meharry lawsuit really made me take a step back….there were some interesting comments made….especially by “not important”….but I take issue with you….make yourself known….who you are is important to me….I hate the fact that people think they can hide on the internet and just say whatever….the points you made were very valid and allowed me to see sides of the equation I hadn’t considered, but at least allow me to e-mail you or something….if I REALLY want to find out who you are I can….but why go through all of that?

Anyway, now that my eye is somewhat back to normal I should be able to continue where I left off and talk about my summer with my dad….tomorrow!

Before I begin I realize that I left ya’ll hanging a LONG time ago….when I said I had a surprise….the surprise was I am in ONE (very small) picture in this month’s Ebony Magazine (with Erykah Badu on the cover)….I am wearing a bow tie and my white coat, I’m on the left holding a “conversation” with some of my classmates….it’s on page 90A….go to Border’s or some old Black person’s house (you know the “wiser” generation always has a subscription to Ebony) and check me out!

Okay on with the summer….

So 1991….after one of the longest and hardest school years of my life I couldn’t wait to begin the summer….and I have to admit, it was BY FAR the laziest summer of my young life….maaaaaaaan….I didn’t do anything but get FAT!

I played my Nintendo Entertainment System ALL DAY every DAY….I can’t remember whether Battletoads was out yet….but if it was that was the summer I played it nonstop….I beat so many games that summer!….Castlevania III….Metroid….Zelda several times….

This was the time when the NES was at it’s PEAK of popularity….I had traded several games with my boy Rashard (who had the BEST games of anyone I knew) and Eulus who also had a damned good collection….I would also spend just about every weekend at Eulus’s house or he at mine….

I also played baseball with the Cascade Youth Organization at the beginning of that summer (I think it was that year….Eulus correct me if I’m wrong)….man I was TERRIBLE….they wouldn’t let me pitch like I wanted to….they stuck me where all the bad players go…..left field….I don’t think I got a hit at all that summer….but I got better….now I can at least hold my own in Softball….

That summer was actually pretty uneventful besides the one day I fell into my Uncle Willie’s pool after I had put all my clothes and my glasses on….that’s my dad’s favorite memory of “Awkward Cal” I believe….he cracks up laughing at it to this day….

Speaking of Dad….the next summer was spent living with him….it was THE BEST SUMMER OF MY LIFE…..I was going to combine it with this one…but it deserves an entry all it’s own….

In 1990 I was 11 years old….

Every child has that awkward phase….this was the beginning of mine….I had just started to hit my growth spurt….I had just gotten glasses….I was becoming Steve Urkel….

As always me and my sisters needed structured activities….so my mom signed us up with the camp at our church….I had so much church in my youth….*sigh*

I really, really, really didn’t want any parts of this church camp ya’ll!!….I knew from the first day that it was going to be nothing but some mess….I was right….

On the very next day we were playing kickball on the concrete (mistake number 1)….someone kicked the ball at my “think I’m the kickball Andruw Jones” ass (mistake number 2)….I started running faster than my awkward body could control and then bent down ot pick the ball up (mistake number 3….the rate limiting step for my chemistry folks….also known as the point of no return)….I fell directly onto my front teeth and upper lip….

I was a bloody mess and I chipped my left front tooth and killed the other one….I ended up having to get root canals on both teeth and having caps placed over them….it was terrible….

Needless to say this got my summer off to a rough start….the church camp ended up being better than I thought it would be….the main “counselor” was Ryan, one of the older kids in the church (one of the Easter Egg buddies from the last story)….he was a really funny guy….he’d always try to get my little sister Che to play ping pong with him by saying “Lil Che Che…wouldyouliketoplaysomepingpongy?” really fast while bobbing his head up and down….Che really got a kick out of that….then sometimes he’d pretend to give people haircuts and spin them in a chair….and then there were the times he’d make up characters like “Dr. Fox” the school principal….

There were other folks who played prominant roles that summer like a girl from out of town named Rose and Chantra, who stayed down the street from my boy Eulus….then there was Monica and Philip….

Now Monica and Philip were about 6 years old….but they decided it would be a good idea to “get married” that summer….so we all set up an elaborate and overdone wedding for them….that’s what happens when you put together a bunch of kids with overactive imaginations….church camp was aight I guess….

At the end of the summer something pretty interesting happened though….my mom knew someone who was a producer for a local news station (WSB Channel 2)….they were doing a “Back to School Shopping Segment” so they decided to do it on my family….

They followed us through Cumberland Mall as my mom took my sisters and I school shopping….I made bold fashion predictions such as “Ninja Turtles are for little kids….the big kids will be wearing Bart Simpson and Dick Tracy t-shirts”….but the best part was the segment where I was PINING over some Reebok Pumps (they were new then)….they had them on a spinning pedastal and I was saying how much I wanted them and how I’d do anything for them….and then they cut to my mom saying, “No…he’s not getting them”….it was cold business how they edited it!….

I started 6th grade at Camp Creek Middle School that August…and everyone I know had seen that segment laughing about my lack of Reebok Pumps….
Continue reading ‘Accident Prone - Summer of 1990 (Part 3)’

1988 and 1989 were like one big summer to me….my mom was in school during both summers….as I was writing the stories down in my notebook I got confused as to what happened when so I said eff it….I’ll roll them both up into one summer….

So, one of the summers I was involved in some summer program for Gifted Students in Fulton County….it was centered around enjoying nature….which has never really been my thing….I’m of the nerdy, allergy type so the great outdoors ain’t so great….

It was pretty cool though because there were some interesting folks….we used to have to roll out and pick this dude named Derrick up from the Boat Rock projects every morning….there was also this crazy dude named Chioke or something like that who Nina pinched the hell out of at our friend Nikki’s party later that year (Nina alleges that he said, “Heartburn, oh heartburn” as she pinched him….I still remind her about that!)….

To be honest the only reason I REALLY remember any of that is because of Nina’s story and this little rock formation I made….it was three rocks I found in a creek over by Paul D. West Middle School (where the program was based)….I had to polish them and then coat them with a glaze and glue them to a wooden pedastal….for some reason I kept it waaaaaay into my college years….

The other summer (which I’m inclined to say was right before I entered 5th grade at a new school, A. Philip Randolph Elementary….which has HELLA stories I’ll tell another time) I spent at the YMCA….Nina and Che HATED the Y….but I LOVED it….it was great….

They split all the kids into age groups or whatever….I was in the 9-10 group along with my homie Rashard, my boy Reggie (who wasn’t my boy at the time), and this INSANE dude named Mark (I think he’s in jail now)….our group leader was this crazy lady with a jheri curl who would bang pots and pans with a wooden spoon to get us to be quiet….

The best part of every day was swimming….I used to love the Y’s pool….it was a HUGE Olympic size pool….of course there was the one time that someone stole my clothes out of the locker room….I was HURT….it was my favorite Vision Street Wear short set….

The WORST part of every day was the lunch….man they should be SHOT for the lunch that they provided for what people were paying….they would give you a SOGGY ASS PB&J sandwich with government Peanut Butter….and then you’d get a nasty carton of fruit juice and some string cheese….luckily my mom would pack me my own lunch….I’m surprised I never got gaffled for it….

The end of the day would come and even though I had fun I was always ready to go….my mom would come RIGHT ON TIME….so would my Aunt Vale, but sometimes she’d leave her girls inside to suffer until she felt like going inside to get em….

Then there was vacation bible school….that was always fun (insert heavy sarcasm)….in hindsight I guess it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be….people were encouraged to bring guests so it wasn’t the same old folks that I saw every Sunday….but I did have one of my most embarrassing incidents there (it’s me talking so you KNOW this is going to be a good one)….

The older kids would get out first….and one of them, either Kareem, Sharon (that’s a dude), or Ryan found an egg from the Easter Egg Hunt….now I don’t have to tell you that this egg was rotten (Easter was in April at the latest and VBS is in late July to August)….so they were throwing it around trying to hit people with it….

Ya’ll I was doing good for awhile….I even ALMOST hit one of them….but that got them mad enough to actually aim right and it hit me RIGHT in the chest….man that egg smelled like DEATH!!…the worst smell I’ve EVER smelled in my life….and on top of that I had on my favorite Polo (it was probably Nolo) shirt….my mom made me take the shirt off and ride home with no shirt on!….it SUCKED!

Anyway those are the 2 fun filled summers I had at the ages of 9-10….
Continue reading ‘More of the Summer….9 and 10 Years Old’

The Summer of 1987 - 8 years old

My mom and dad would be surprised. I remember the day we left Atlanta for Mississippi like it was yesterday. I wondered why my dad was crying as we left the house for the train station. We went to Mississippi all the time after all. But this time it was like he didn’t want to let us go. It was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.

In hindsight the way my grandmama did it was smart. My sisters and I were enrolled in summer courses at some school/rec center in Meridian. I was taking a tennis class, an acting class, and a computer class.

The tennis class was cool, even though I still can’t play well. I remember there was a tall, pretty Black girl who I had a crush on. I don’t remember much about the acting class other than the “Found A Peanut” song I learned. The computer class was the best though. I already had considerable experience with computers thanks to Mr. Williams, the librarian at my elementary school.

All of this summer activity did a fine job of distracting me from the fact that I didn’t see mom and dad. I remember my dad calling and saying that he was going to visit (he never did). I remember mom coming and staying for a week, telling me that she was “back in school”. But I didn’t see the big picture yet.

I was too busy enjoying Weird Science and Lucas and The Boy Who Could Fly. My sisters and I (even Che who had just turned 3!!!) memorized parts of Karate Kid II and Howard the Duck. We jumped on Uncle James’s bed and got whippings. I even vaguely remember shooting fireworks on the 4th of July and going to some blues concert with my Grandfather.

The whole summer long, I don’t remember seeing my Granddad wear anything but a suit and tie. Every morning except Sunday he ate a bowl of oatmeal and then weht to his office (he was a dentist). Every now and again we’d ride to the bank with my grandmother. They’d give us Dum-Dum Lollypops (I loved root beer flavor). Sometimes after the bank we’d go to Granddad’s office and watch him work.

My favorite thing to eat that summer was fish sticks (never with minced fish though) and Meat Loaf, which my Uncle James called Gopher Loaf. Sometimes, if it was a really good day, Grandma would bake a frozen Apple Cobbler.

There was a WHOLE LOT of church that summer. Every Sunday I knew I was going to AT least sunday school. Sometimes I would get to dip out with Granddad and visit Big Mama (his mother, my great grandmother) at the nursing home. Then we’d stop on the way home at this restuarant called Weidmann’s that had some great soup. But more often than not we were in church, a BAPTIST church. That means we were there for AWHILE. One week, the week my mom was in town as a matter of fact, we even had Vacation Bible School (which figures prominantly in ANOTHER summer story back in the ATL) so we were in church ALL WEEK. I had enough church to last me 20 years that summer.

Then the day came. I was taking a nap when my mom came and sat on the bed beside me. She told me that “we were moving” first. I started to cry. I really liked our house on Loch Lomond Trail. How would I go play with Mike? Where would Dad fish? Then she told me that dad wouldn’t be moving with us. She went on to tell me about this nice little house on Kimberly Road, but I was stuck on what she said before. My dad wouldn’t be living with me anymore. Would I see him again?

I still don’t know all of the circumstances around the break up of my parents and I don’t really want to know. I know that I know more than either of them think I know thanks to my “great” memory.

This was the first of my memorable summers. Every event during that summer after that was a blur. We stayed at Aunt Carmen’s for awhile. Then we moved into that “great little house” on Kimberly Road and Grandma stayed with us for awhile telling us to “obey our mother”. I started the 3rd grade soon after in Miss Cooper’s class. I adjusted.
Continue reading ‘The End Of My World (Part 1 of the Summer Series)’

It’s Making the Band 2 time again….tonight at 9 PM Central time, Ness and Fred will finish what they started beforein the living room of the Making the Band 2 House….

I made some fliers for the show that were misconstrued as invitations to a “Making The Band” party….or “Puff Party” as Kara called it (hey Kara, thanks for the compliments….also thanks Fernando and Rachel)….I’m NOT having a party in my small ass apartment….however people who have standing invitations (they know who they are) are coming to watch it tonight….

On the way back from the gym and my Subway salad (Roasted Chicken, double meat, double cheese…..I’m on a no carb diet not a no cheese diet!) I went and got 12 Smirnoff Ice Triple Blacks (also known as feminine adult beverages….however only 8 made it into my building….as I opened the door to Geoff’s Expedition one of the bags fell out….but the odd thing is that none of the bottles broke….the tops merely came off…..somehow this made me angrier than if they had actually broke….

Well ya’ll I’m going to change things up a little bit for the next few entries….I have a long story to tell….so here is how I’m going to do it for the time being….I’m doing my story in installments….each day I’m going to write an installment of my story….if there is anything else “blogworthy” I will make an “extended entry” which you will be able to read by clicking “more” underneath the main story for the day….

So starting tomorrow….the Summers of my life….cuz all the good stuff happens in the summertime….