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Retro-blog: “…And We Sip Champagne When We Thirst-ay”

Time for another retro-blog! Since the NBA is currently on hiatus, I’ve resigned myself to the fate of having to get friendly with some other sports real quick. I’ve been watching a bit of NFL, but really only the Chargers games, for reasons that will become clear soon enough :) However, I’ll be keeping up with more games so that I can get my pro sports fix for the winter. 

On April 26, 2009 I wrote the following blog post on my friend and little brother Vaughn Martin, aka #92 for the San Diego Chargers! Because I will never stop being proud of this dude, read on to see my ’09 draft day reactions…

I read lots of different blogs, and I always laugh when bloggers take a photo with a celeb, then caption it by saying “Me and my good friend so-and-so”, and I pretty much figure they’re just trying to name-drop on the photo-op. But now I have my very own celebrity friend! Meet Vaughn Martin.

Vaughn and I go back to high school days…he’s been good friends with my younger brother, and we’ve all been tight like briefs in batty creases. Years later, after South Secondary, parties at Jim Bob’s, and chillin’ at the Twins’ house (lol), Vaughn decides he’s going to make history by becoming the first Canadian underclassman to enter the NFL draft. Was he crazy? As of today, not only did he accomplish that, but he was also the second-highest selection ever for a player from a Canadian school! As Vaughn is now the newest addition to the San Diego Chargers, I know which home game I’ll be traveling for when the next NFL season opens! Whether he plays in the first game or not, I gotta be there to support. That’s what friends do.

With all the hype surrounding Vaughn, none of it has gone to his head – he’s still the same Vaughn he’s always been, and I love him for that! All too often, people are quick to switch it up and start feeling themselves a bit too much, but not Vaughn. Not only am I ecstatic for him and his new venture, but he’s kind of given me a kick in the pants and reminded me that I don’t need to be complacent in my own life. I need to go out there and get what I want out of life, create my own opportunities, and not wait for someone to hand something to me – especially in the face of people telling me that I can’t do it. First Obama, now Vaughn…on so many different levels, people are constantly proving the status quo wrong, and I’m loving it!

Go Vaughn – it’s ya draft day – we gon’ party like it’s ya draft day! Corny? Yes, I know…lol!

Click here for an insider’s look at Vaughn’s story, courtesy of TSN.

Retro-blog: “I’m Being Tested” (Dedicated To All The Parents)

I don’t have kids yet. God willing, I’ll have a nice little brood of healthy mini-Bees running around at some point, but for now, I’m living that selfish newlywed life. However, I have had enough experience with chirrun to know that it is NOT a cake walk. Here is a post of mine from April 21, 2009, where I detailed the stress of being “Mommy” for the weekend…enjoy!

So, for the past few days, I’ve been babysitting a friend’s little girl. I’m just in the middle of my tour of duty, and I’ve learned so much more than I thought I would have…let’s just say, I’m exhausted.

First of all, she’s a GREAT child. A very well-mannered, smart, and happy child, which I love. However, going from my “bachelorette” lifestyle to one of a temporary mommy has had its eye-opening challenges. As a teen, back when I wanted to be a paediatrician, I surrounded myself with kids every chance I could get. Working at summer camps, volunteering at children’s hospitals, you name it, if it involved kids, I was down. Since moving on from those days and those dreams, I’ve been a pretend adult faking it amongst real adults, and seem to have lost my kiddie vibe. I for sure thought this favour was going to be a disaster.

Let’s just say I never knew how hard it was to put a child to sleep. My mom had the bomb “hushing” skills, but I’m fairly rusty. Kid-friendly food portions? What are those? It’s a big guesstimate of how much will be enough to fill her, but not stuff her. And it seems like every day and every meal, that amount changes. Grr.

Add to that, the picky eater. I almost cried from hurt feelings when I slaved to cook dinner the way she likes it…not too spicy, not too hot, just right. Then, after 2 bites, she whispers to the BF: “I don’t want anymore”. Thoughts of my mother explaining “how much food costs” and “don’t think about wasting that food!” zoomed through my head. NOW I know what she was talking about all those years ago when I just pushed food around in my plate, or purposely chewed up a huge bolus until she made me spit it out for fear that I’d choke.

Why do kids always want to chat when you’re in the bathroom? That seems like prime discussion time. And kids always want to ask you to do something that you can’t possibly do while on the toilet or in the shower. Then when you come out, they don’t need you anymore. What’s up with that??

Now I’ve had a taste of how my mommy friends are livin’. I have to throw my hat down to all of them and bow, because I don’t know how they do it! I can’t just pick up and go to the movies. I’d like to go out on Saturday night, but who’s going to watch her? Shyt – can’t watch Family Guy this evening because some little eyes are too curious for their own good! Plus, I’m the “getaway” temporary replacement while Real Mommy is away. That means kids have higher expectations of you – you have to be just as fun, just as cool, and just as awesome as all those times you were in their presence for a short period. It’s hard being consistently cool to a 6 year old! I’m pooped. I’ll try to post again and document some more, but we’ll see if I can find the time :S

Big-ups to all the parents out there, and a special holla to the ones doing it on their own…phew. Y’all are good. Everyone tells me when I have my own, my personal momma instincts will kick in, and it won’t seem so foreign and hard. Right now, the BF has more mommy skills than me, and I’m kind of doubting myself. Ah well…when the time is right, hopefully I can still be a cool, bathroom-chattin’, perfect meal cookin’, bomb-azz putter-to-bedder mommy, and still be a fabulous, sexy chica in every other dimension as well :)

Retro-blog: “I’m A Bass Girl”

Instead of getting to bed like a good girl, I’m here wandering through old blogs of mine and reading up on the various posts. I figure I’ll post a few of my oldies-but-goodies here, for no other reason than entertainment and to compare then and now.

Here’s a post from January 5, 2009, dedicated to my love for the bassline:


I was driving to work this morning, listening to some tunes, and I realized something. I love bass. Not bass the fish, but bass in music, as in that thump that rattles in your chest when the beat drops. Don’t ask me what it is, but something about a serious bassline makes a song sexy to me.

I think I’ve been this way since I was a child. My dad worked in a factory, but held a side gig as a “selecta” and would regularly host weekend dances in our basement. The laundry room held 2 huge club sized speakers that were conveniently located right under our kitchen, so when the bass hit, pots on the stove jumped to the beat and plates shook out the cupboards to join the party. My mom would rush in the kitchen screaming, and my dad and I would laugh, and in true Jamaican form would take a swig of his Heineken and say “Jus’ cool man, di music sweet, eee?” Mom would laugh too, and I couldn’t help but link bass to warm fuzzy feelings.

There’s nothing I love more than to be in my car, or in the club, listening to a real bass-heavy song and feeling the vibrations move through my body. In the car can be a bit dangerous, because I find myself banging out the bassline on the dashboard with one hand while driving with the other. Not a good look in the wintertime. At the red lightbulb basement jams back in the day though, you best believe I’d be knocking out a bassline on somebody’s mama’s furnace with no hesitation!

Go listen to Timbaland (circa Aaliyah “One In A Million” days) and you’ll see what I mean. I have to give T-Pain props for his production (and dutty bassline) on “Chopped N’ Skrewed”. Drum and Bass says it all (don’t even dare call it techno). Find some early 90s gun-man reggae tunes (Bounty Killa anyone?) and tell me if the bass in those songs doesn’t add something serious to the track. Nothing like this tinny, jiggy-jiggy crap that’s been out for a while…sounding like a song that hasn’t gone through puberty yet. I’m a grown-ass woman, I like grown-ass men, and a song with a heavy bassline sounds like grown-people music to me. Get familiar.

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