Wednesday, November 25, 2009

tumbleweave

n. A random grouping and usually tangled mass of fake hair, which is generally the result of someones weave being pulled out in a fight, that tumbles down the street similar to a tumbleweed.

Man, you see that tumbleweave rollin' down the street?
Yea, and it looks like we could use it to fix Shaqonda's hair!

Source: Urban Dictionary



Friday, May 1, 2009

More than this

Our lives are comprised of a series a snap shots. When our path crosses with someone else's we are merely seeing a piece of him or her. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

April 29: Zoom Zoom

3:45 PM: Enter dealership to purchase new car
8:45 PM: Exit dealership with new car

Hopefully I won't have to buy another car any time soon, but when I do, I am definitely going to pack a snack.



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Monday, April 27, 2009

April 27: All Things Camouflage

Camouflage: Seat covers, Shoes, Clothes, Hats, Accessories, Water Bottle, Messenger Bag

Not Shown: Bikini, Bed Sheets and Renaldo's Sleeping Bag


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Sunday, April 26, 2009

April 26: Week 2

Game One Game Two
Their Team: More than 0 Their Team: About 11
Our Team: 0 Our Team: 2

Goal for next week: Score a run in BOTH games

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Saturday, April 25, 2009

April 25: Happy Birthday

She would have been 94 today.


I told you that the sun would be shining.

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Friday, April 24, 2009

April 24: That Car

When: Today at 4pm
Where: Kelly Drive in Philadelphia
What: My car lost all power & broke down
Why: I'll find out on Monday

If you were trying to get home on Kelly Drive this afternoon at rush hour and got stuck in a bunch of traffic it was probably my fault. Yes, I was "that car." The Camry bit it at the most inopportune time, Friday, rush hour in the city. I did my best to pull to the side of the road, but I had no gas, no brakes, no nothing. Thankfully, I have AAA roadside assistance and was able to call for a tow truck because let me tell you, those three cop cars that all passed by me didn't look like they were in a hurry to give me a hand.



When she was all loaded up on the flat bed, two of the North Side Scoots met me and we cruised down to Washington Square Park. Any day that ends with beer, burritos and a football toss can't be that bad.

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