Friday Ramblings

Let the rambling begin!!

Pay Day! I am happy because it is PAYDAY!!


My smile is bright and my teeth gleam in the morning sun! It is PAYDAY!!

You know what that means. BALL 'TIL I FAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!

BLING-BLING, Baby!!!

Yeah right. I wish I WOULD have the nerve to go shop 'til I drop. I could see myself out shopping, having a GOOD time.

The "Gang leader" of my Triple F Possee (the financial freedom fighters, my finance group), Tiffy D would roll up on me, her light green eyes flashing bright red. They glow brightly.

And she'd slowly say... "Put that dayum stuff back, Trick!!!!!"

*Lee putting video games, CDs, sneakers and snow crabs back on the shelf... quickly*

No. No shopping for me. I will pay the mortgage, and a few bills. Then I will go do a little grocery shopping this weekend. That is IT.

*Tiffy D's eyes return to their nice green color*

Whew. Thank goodness. I don't want to deal with that girl's death stare! LOL!!

Dinter!! I had dinner with one of my faaaaaaaaaaaavorite LadyLee blog readers, Sherri, aka, Ms.Blackliterature.com, the true authority on the genre of black literature. She was in town on business, and wanted to get together. I was DOWN for that, man.

That chick has turned me on to some really good reading! Really though. And she has done me the HONOR of critiquing some of my manuscript and other writings. (She is HARD on an Oldgirl. Makes me think and makes me do better! I LOVE IT!) She's one of the best members of the Original Oldgirl Elite Critique Team.

(I'ma get some t-shirts made up for ya'll who are team members. I really am. And ya'll BETTER wear them.)

She called earlier in the day, and I was suppose to meet her at her hotel. But later, she said she'd come pick me up. The tail end of our convo...

"Alright, I'll see you in about 15 minutes, Lee."

"That'll work."

*LadyLee hangs up phone*

"Kentuuuuuuucccccccky!!!!" I holler REAL loud. "Come help me clean up real quick!!!"

We did an AMAZING amount of cleaning in 15 minutes. LOL!! I was just about to pull out the vacuum cleaner, but she was standing at my door and ringing that doorbell!

We had dinner at the Watershed. I've been there SO many times. I blogged about it the first time I went, with one of Miss Celie's homegirls, Nurse Cook (who I affectionately call "The Good Nurse"-yall KNOW I can't call peeps by their birth/gub'ment name). WOW. It's my favorite place to take someone when the come to town.

I had a green salad and some nice fried oysters, with the red bell pepper ketchup that I so dearly love. She had the fried catfish and mac-n-cheese.

I told her what The Good Nurse told me the first time I'd gone there. She told me and my brother Milk and Cookies...

"The macaroni and cheese is made by God."

I told Sherri this. We were having some nice convo and she took a bite of that... and ALL convo stopped.

I smiled. "I told you that that macaroni and cheese was made by God!"

She had that same look on her face that I had when I first tried it. Like she had seen the heavens open up and the angels sing.

Yes. That macaroni and cheese is THAT good.

She recently had a baby girl back in June, and I even got a chance to see and feed the baby.

All together now, Blog Fam...

"Awwwwwwwwwww."

Shoot. It almost makes me want to have one.

(Yeah right).

We had a GREAT time. I LOVE GOOD CONVERSATION! And we had a good one.

I'm glad that I got a chance to hang out with you Ms.Blackliterature.com! I had a GREAT time, and I hope we hook up again!

My Friday Video of the day: "Soul Sisters" by Finesse and Synquis.

(I know 2nd 68 remembers that one!)

My best friend LadyTee HATED them. "Aww Lee, those broads wanna be Salt-N-Peppa. That'll never happen. I can't stand them! Blah, blah, BLAAAAH!!"

We fought endlessly over them. She still talks crap whenever I mention them. LOL.

I must admit, I've always like Salt-N-Peppa better. (I'll never let LadyTee know that!)

This song is 20 years old, and contains 2 of my favorite rap verses:

"I know you're impressed by this Lady Godiva because your mouth is wide open and it's dripping saliva"

"You grab the mike and start screeching for no apparent reason. You should do what you do best, girl, and that's skeezin!"

Remember when calling a woman a "Skeezer" was the worst thing you could call her?

You know what we're regularly called in songs these days. Hmmmm.

Who would've thought those were the Good 'Ol Days???

Okay, I've finished with my rambling.

Do me a BIG ol' favor:

Have a nice weekend... on purpose.