A Day in the Life of a Master(s) of Education

This new song by rapper Wiz Khalifa "Work Hard, Play Hard" has a verse that pretty much summarizes my life and related goals. I have liked Wiz for a while but sometimes have a hard time listening to his non-radio cuts. I like his mixtapes but being a girl I got to be in the right mindset otherwise it's a little manly and not enough "poppy". This song is on his latest studio album and I would swaer on the Bible that he wrote it for me. I love the whole song and the hook is nice, but when I heard the last verse I was sold. So what are these lyrics you wonder? Here you go freshly stolen from the internet: Go hard, make sure you do it everyday It's what you gotta do That's your job And n-gga's gone hate, but that's no prob So hey, f-ck 'em, don't need nothing from 'em So n-ggas talking, but the sh-t they claiming Don't mean nothing Now on to the chorus and hook: The bigger the bill The harder you ball Well I'm t...

So a girlfriend of mine who abandoned me and moved to Rhode Island (do black people live there?) came down this weekend for a visit. She had the genius idea to head to a place called "Sips & Strokes". The concept isn't new but I loved it nonetheless. I have never thought that I was the most artistic person but you would have fooled me once you glazed upon the final product. I even think that the painting got better every time I had another glass of wine. I would definately do again...can I get a whoop whoop for pint size picasso!!

Last night I was faced with an issue that I didn't quite know how to handle. You can zip your lips now blogger world...the shock of me not being able handle something will pass. Anyways back to the dilema I faced. On Tuesdays I usually play group trivia with my friends. We don't really have a set team, people float in and float out. Last night a guy floated in.....he was pretty knowledgeable and funny so we had a great time there. I went to the bathroom and when I came back the check had been paid. Hmmmmm I let it go and thus we moved on to the next spot, a local "strip" (I use that term as loosely as the strippers breast hang and morals are) club called The Claremont Lounge. Before we got there I had to get some gas, and while I was digging around for my debit card he paid for my gas. Ok really? Finally we get to the Claremont and while there drinks were flowing and so was the money. The dilema you ask? When do you close a gift horses' mouth? I just met the guy a...

So yesterday Atlanta hosted the Red Bull Soapbox Race for the second time (previously held here in 2009). Oh and what a race it was! Before yesterday my only soapbox "experience" was watching the most recent "The Little Rascals" remake about 15 years ago. Nonetheless that little (pun intended) taste was enough to get me intrigued about yesterdays extravaganza. So at about 10 am yesterday I gathered my Jimmy and some refreshments and headed to Piedmont Park for some suntanning and some man powered fun. Highlights of the day: 1) Picking the winner 2) Eye Candy 3) Seeing my Wesley at Metrofresh 4) Watching a very drunk guy do backflips 5) Cute EMT at the First Aid Tent 6) Meeting some of the racers and the Red Bull Girls 7) Clouds and wind throughout the sunny day 8) My tan that lasted about 5mins after about 6 hours in the sun 9) Chocolate Sea Salt Popsicle courtesy of King of Pops 10) Free event 11) Sexual innuendo at a family event Lowlight...