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i ♥ dc.

Posted in happyness, Home, Life, Me, randomness, The Wonderful Internet on 02/16/2011 by asante

…And always will. Yes, technically I was raised in “The Area” (never actually lived within the DC borders) but I love DC like it was my own, because it’s an amazing city. You can routinely find me telling people I’m from DC, talking about different parts of the city I’m familiar with, before mumbling the requisite side-note that I actually grew up in Maryland…. #shrug.  I still rep the District. And pretty much every DMV-raised person I know does the same.

So when I saw this, my heart did a little nostalgic happy dance:

Source: OrkPosters.com

¤ Source: http://www.OrkPosters.com¤

I’m in love all over again.

And they have other cities too! New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Philly, Boston…. All with really cool typographic style of ID’ng the neighborhoods. Check ’em out and  see if they have your city! Meanwhile I’ll be buying this one… and putting it prominently in my new home come the fall…. (more on that soon ;)

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Secrets…

Posted in friends, happyness, Home, inspired, Life, Me, memories, rant, sadface, ugh. on 12/11/2010 by asante

“… Some mine, some his, some hers…”

Line from one of my favorite Alice Smith songs: “Secrets” off her album “For Lovers, Dreamers, & Me”.  That line for me is so simple, but loaded.

We all have secrets, right? Those stories or details that we keep to ourselves. Don’t tell anyone but our closest confidantes (and even sometimes, we may not tell them either).

…Or maybe that’s me. Personally, I have some things that I just can’t tell anybody. Maybe it’s because I think that certain things aren’t mine to tell. Other times I just don’t want *that* look on people’s faces. Sometimes it’s just not any of their business. But by and large,  I like to keep to myself. I don’t tell most people jack. I’m a secretive introvert.

Why? Because people judge. And people pity. And it’s a natural human reaction to OVERreact to certain tidbits of news. And on those most secret of topics in my life, I’d rather not deal with all of that. Kindly #STFU, please.

Not for lack of trust, but it’s mostly borne from a tendency to keep sensitive info to myself. While with a whole lot of stuff I’m a total blabbermouth, certain things I have no desire to tell anyone. It makes it complicated when it comes to my confidantes, because there are a few things that even my very closest friends don’t know (aside from probably my best friend and my ex, who know just about everything there is to know about me).

I prefer to keep my secrets.

I think there is something to be said for those of us who can maintain some level of secrecy/candid-ness in the face of the openness that social media provides us these days. I may be extroverted on many levels, I can sometimes be super TMI, I have a Twitter account that I use somewhat obnoxiously, but when it comes to certain topics, I’m totally mum. I just feel like certain things aren’t other people’s business.

Somethings  just don’t need to be shared. The increasingly open nature of the internet has taught me that I need to be more careful with my secrets. They’re secrets for a reason, right?

I may have some trust issues.   o_O

It keeps me a tad closed off from the world, but I like the fact that there are certain things about me that people will never know about me unless they really give me reason to invite them to my inner circle.

Wanna know more? Ask. And maybe in a few months, you may receive. But until then, there are only certain things that I’ll feel comfortable telling people. But it’s a personal deal.

Sharing every facet of my life with EVERYONE I know can’t possibly be healthy. So I’m gonna stick to this method until someone proves me wrong that silence can be golden in some situations. Because seriously, I think sometimes it pays to keep your mouth shut. Meh.

Series of Random Thoughts…

Posted in catching up, Family, friends, happyness, Home, inspired, Life, Me, randomness, The Holidays on 12/01/2010 by asante

Hey y’all!

I don’t care what the calendar says. Winter is here. It’s freakin’ cooooooold!!! >:-O As a consequence, my brain/creativity is somewhat stalled. So instead of a coherent post, what have I got for ya today? Basically a brain-ticker-tape. lol.  Sue me. #lehgo!

Home was amazing. Seriously, Atlanta’s got NOTHIN’ on the DMV. I miss my fam and friends already. Can’t WAIT for a whole 2-ish weeks for Christmas/New Years!

I make a mean turkey. Seriously. Ask about me. Not a leftover anywhere. Mmmmmm Thanksgiving :)

Speaking of food, clearly I’ve been indulging lately. +8 lbs since this summer… Eeek! Back on my gym grind I go. Can’t be a chubbster in the New Year lol.

Music currently in heavy rotation in my head… “Pretty Girl Rock” (Keri Hlison), “Ay Yo” (Melanie Fiona), “What’s My Name” (Rhianna/Drake), “Rap Song” (T-Pain/Rick Ross), “Closer”(Goapele), “I’m Single” (Lil’ Wayne), “pretty much every song they sing on GLEE, such as “Teenage Dream” (Katy Perry), “F**k You” (Cee-Lo), “Hey Soul Sister” (Train)….. But as always I’m always down for new suggestions. Bring em’ on!

Today is World AIDS Day. Do your part. Donate, get tested, protect yourself, educate, wear red, whatever it is you can manage. Silence and stigma are things of the past. Whether your life has been touched by this disease or not (I personally have an uncle who passed last year from HIV-related sickness, after transmitting it to his wife.) this is a GLOBAL cause. Not one to be ignored.

All my graduate school applications are DONE! Now the waiting game begins. My top 3 (in order): Northwestern, Columbia, U. Maryland. Time to call on that power of positive thinking! Interviews WILL happen, and there WILL be awesomeness emanating from my pores. Still got my fingers crossed though. lol

My hair has stalled, I think. I’ve said this before, I know, and it turned out not to be true. But I swear it has stopped growing. lol. Although the front bit (that was darn-near bald when I initially BC’d) has come back and almost caught up, I feel like I’ve been hovering around 5-6 inches for EVAH. But it looks/feels healthy…. So maybe it’s in my head. lol. Oh yeah, and I totally missed my 1-Year Afro-versary, but it was 10-23-10 :) Still kinda can’t believe I had the ‘nads to chop all my hair off lol!

I’m a total Scrooge this year and I don’t know why. I’m not in the Holiday mood at ALL. Haven’t listened to a single Christmas song yet. Haven’t changed the decor in my cube (ok that’s a lie, one of the ladies on my floor gave my adorbs pumpkins a mean side-eye this morning, and I finally put them away lol). Have no idea what I want under the tree. Just…. blah. Got 3 weeks to change that. lol

Saw my ex for the first time since we ended things. And it was very…. comfortable. Surprisingly so, actually. I built it up in my head to be this super awkward encounter, but it was so easy-going. We had coffee, caught up on life-in-general, and parted ways with mucho-positivity. I really missed him. I have high hopes that we can be good friends :)

I’m seriously pondering a 6th (!!!!) tattoo. I don’t have an exact design in place yet, but I do have the spot all picked out. Top of my left shoulder. I’m thinking something family related? Who knows. I’m such an addict. lol.

That’s all I got for today. Hope you all are starting your December’s off right! You have 30 days left to make 2010 worth it. Take advantage :)

we. are. family.

Posted in 2+3, Family, funny, happyness, Home, Love, memories, Uncategorized on 10/07/2010 by asante

I grew up surrounded  by girls. Me and my two younger sisters (who were all “supposed” to be boys. lol). COUNTLESS female cousins (literally, countless. Real difficult to keep track of my clan lol.). Six years of single-sex education. Seriously, my formative years were all about female bonding. Well, maybe not bonding so much. But anyways. Today I’m focusing on the 4 women who lived in the same four walls as me.

Me and my sisters and my mom. To this day, it has not ceased to amaze me how four people, who by all science-y genetic arguments, should be very similar, can be so unbelievably different. Confounds the nature AND the nurture junk. But it does give a great foundation for some conflict, lol. Lets run it down, shall we?

Well there’s my Mother first, of course. Bubbly, talkative, lovingly goofy and just a liiiittle bit dramatic. Loves to sing (off-key, mind you :), a big ole’ bundle of love and smooches wrapped in an unfailingly strong, sometimes terrifying, and loyal exterior, my mother pretty much holds my family together. She’s the one who beat the sense into us when we needed it, and drove 3 cars into the dirt (Civic, Windstar, Montero) supporting our every want, need, aspiration and desire, along with a few unhealthy shopping habits :)

Next? Me. Oldest child, a.k.a. “#1.” Y’all already know. lol. Moving on…

#2 is by far the most outspoken of the bunch. She’s LOUD. In the best ways possible. Unique, daring, unapologetic, angsty and raw, she is that IDGAF chick throwing up the “rockstar” who you wish you could kick it with. Neon sneakers, red lipstick and leopard print? Check, check and check. lol. My complete and utter opposite, we NEVER got along growing up, we were always at odds about something or other. But she is FIERCE. lol.

#3 probably outpaces me in one respect: she is definitely more bougie than me. Don’t think it’s possible? Seriously. She is all things bouge and valley personified lol. Quieter and a little more acquiescent, she’s the most mellow of us all. Laid back and chillin’ in the cut, she’s effortlessly relaxed at all times. A little more like me, but because she’s the baby, she got everything she wanted. So it was easy for her to be chill lol.

See what I mean though? Some similarities, but overall, we are completely, utterly, and sometimes irritatingly different people. From the same family. And the same house. *cue the chaos* lol.

Understandably, we butted heads more than most. I was always confused as to why my friends with one sister, or two sisters with greater age differences seemed to get along so much better than the ladies in my house. Now looking back, I realize there was just too much going on in my house. We were too different, too close in age, there was just way too much personality in one house lol. (My mother was mid-twenties when she had me, and there’s only 9 years between me and #3. So it’s a tight age gap.). And then you throw in the fact that we’re all loud, African, and a little bit crazy? I think you get the picture.

Growing up in my house meant operating on the understanding that with this many other personalities and individuals vying for center stage, the only way to get there was by bumping the person currently in the spotlight. Girls by nature are always at each other’s throats. And we were sisters. lol.  Talk about upping the ante.

So we argued, fought tooth and nail, for a couple minutes to shine, before the next person decided it was time for you to keep it moving. But I definitely don’t think this is a bad thing. If anything, I think it (and my mother) taught us each to thrive on competition. I mean when you’re constantly up against such dynamos in your own household, the rest of the world can kick rocks. Getting your shine on in my house meant that once you walked out the door, nobody could tell us nuthin’. Seriously. I don’t think I would have liked so much the person we each became if it wasn’t for our tumultuous childhood lol.

Eventually, the chaos subsided. I moved out, #2 jumped the pond, and #3 gets to kick  back and conquer highschool with the effortless calm she always had, with the peace of mind that her nutty older sisters are far-far-away. We understand each other a lot better now. A more distant perspective on those years way back when all we could do was fight has, in my opinion, made us closer.

My little sisters and my mom are amazing women. I may not say it enough, but they really are. I cherish every scuffle, shouting match, slammed door, and smart-ass comment lol. We’re a bunch of born n’ bred fighters, and with that kind of history behind us, there is nothing we can’t take on. So don’t try us. ‘Cause we’re crazy. lol.

Apologies and Explanations and Catch-Up

Posted in catching up, F, FML, friends, Home, Life, Me, randomness, rant, ugh., vacation time on 07/09/2010 by asante

Tsk tsk tsk me. Bad blogger. lol

I manage to get all these new awesome fun readers and what do I do? Stop posting. lol. Sorry y’all, but my brain has effectively checked out, and I honestly haven’t been able to think of anything to write. So in an effort to make amends, here’s a definitive, visually-stimulating list of what has been occupying the space between my ears (since properly operating gray-matter is not exactly cutting it lately. lol. excuse the nerdyness.)

1. I’m going on vacation next week folks. And not a “visit people in other cities” type trip. I’m talking sun, sand, drinks, and nothing constructive expected of me other than deepening my skintone. And it’s pretty much consumed my thoughts. lol. I CANNOT wait, I really needed a legit break from life as I know it. *happy dance*

2. So as an aspiring academic, it significantly behooves me to be literarily productive. Unfortunately the snarky folks at a certain journal called “B_________P_________” (I probably shouldn’t publicly badmouth them… In case I need them in the future….) decided to reject my article submission. After a good rousing round of choice 4-letter words screamed within the confines of my apartment, I’ve done my best to get over it and start working on making it even more awesome than before. Take that, reviewers.

3. F and I had a minor-ish fight over the past few days, resulting from a few weeks of a veritable communication breakdown. Of course in any long term, long distance relationship, communication is essential, I think we both just needed a reminder about that. Thankfully all is well again, and things are back to normal. And he’s coming to visit soon!!! (Get your handsome self down here, ASAP, mister. lol. ♥ you :)

[Note: clearly the above picture is NOT me and F…. lol.]

4.

I’m movinnnnnn. Not any large move, jsut across town to a more affordable apartment. But it still requires the boxes and the trucks and the tape and the easily bribed male friends to pick up boxes and furniture and such. *sigh*. Maybe I should start packing… hrm…

Anyways, that is my lame attempt at a photographic explanation to why I haven’t written a significant blog post in almost a week. Here’s hoping I can continue riding the popularity wave from my “Freshly Pressed” post lol.

Anyways, I promise to re-insert my brain into my skull sometime between now aind July 20th. But most likely later than that. #whoops.

Later blogfriends!

Summer Rain…

Posted in beautiful, happyness, Home, Life, Me, rain, randomness, Uncategorized on 06/22/2010 by asante

Yesterday was technically/literally/officially the first day of the Summer season.

But when I was a kid…

I grew up in Silver Spring, Maryland.

The summer I was to turn 10, the weather acclimated itself to a frightening, but beautiful routine.

Every afternoon, at around 3:00-4:00pm, we would be blessed with a violent, amazing thunderstorm.

It was like clockwork.

Sitting by the large bay window of my kitchen, or the thinly veiled window of my front door, I would be rewarded every afternoon with a splendid display of torrential rains, exhilarating light displays, and the deafening thrill of an early evening thunderstorm.

At the time, the regular occurrence helped me get over my fear of the boom-clash-boom-clash of nature’s angry daily exhibit.

But today, I miss the regularity. These days, I spend almost every one of my adult afternoons basking in the oppressive, dense Atlanta heat, hoping and praying for the beautiful reprieve of a real afternoon thunderstorm. But as of now, these days, I have rarely gotten the chance to see such an awe-inspiring sight.

Tonight, I hear the rumbling-bumblings of a short-lived late storm quickly passing through. Sadly, it’s just not the same.

Maybe next summer.

What can I say? I’m a Daddy’s Girl.

Posted in Family, happyness, Home, Life, The Holidays, Uncategorized on 06/20/2010 by asante

Make sure you do something nice for dear old Dad today.

Happy Father’s Day to all!

Me and my Dad, circa 1989