It's 5:07 a.m., and I'm restless as hell. I hate it when that happens. Lately I sleep better on my couch than in my own comfy bed. I think it's because my living room is warmer than my bedroom, but it could be because as soon as I get up and get ready for bed then I get another burst of energy. Being hyper has its perks, but then it has its drawbacks, too. I had a dream about cleaning my parents' basement since their attic got remodeled. What's that about? I don't know, but I finally got on the computer to get some work done. Yeah, working at 5:09 a.m. on a Saturday is not the most exciting thing, but sometimes my mind's wheels spin too fast to relax. But let me do something fun before I get to work--these "Five things I'm obsessed with."
1. Eminem's "Syllables" rhyme: I pay attention to what a rapper says. There are CDs I don't buy from my favorite lyricists just because I don't agree with something they've said. One particular rapper comes to mind who did a recent song about how he didn't vote in the last election and won't vote in this one. I HATE it when people complain about politics and then take pride in not voting. It's counterproductive. Speaking of voting, I wouldn't consider myself an Eminem fan. I think music about abusing women, drugs, violence and making fun of icons like Michael Jackson is not the way to go. However, when Eminem released "Mosh," he won me over. Since that time, I pick and choose what I listen to from him, and this is one of those songs I absolutely love. 50 Cent, Jay-Z, Eminem and others are basically making fun of folks for buying mediocre rhyming just because the chorus sounds nice. I'm not in that group, but I totally appreciate them for making the song. Jokes on you, like Jay-Z said. (Side note: Jay-Z held his own on this rhyme, too. On "Renegade" [another Eminem song I like], Slim Shady completely snatched the spotlight. This time around, it's even all around.)
It's my guilty pleasure. I never miss an episode of " Real Housewives of Atlanta," even though I know I'm going to be mad at the foolishness. Same deal with " Basketball Wives." I watch every episode and am temporarily mad at women worldwide, and then I snap out of it and realize it's reality television. Anyway, the host of " Watch What Happens Live" Andy Cohen (who does the RHOA recaps) had a great idea about five things he's obsessed with. I thought about doing that weekly, but I already know I'll eventually lose interest. In the meantime though, here are five things I'm obsessed with. 1. Jeremih's CD "All About You": When I saw the video with Keenan Cahill and 50 Cent doing a cute dance routine to " Down on Me," I found myself paying more attention to Jeremih's part. I liked his last CD, but I just thought he did more melodic talking than actually singing. However, after watching the video over and over again and then blasting that song on the radio, I finally ponied up the money for the CD and absolutely love it. I don't even press the next button. I let it ride out on my mp3 player until the end and then replay it, but " Broken Down" is my absolute favorite song. I think that song alone shows how much his voice has improved. (Side note: I interviewed him a couple of years ago when he first came out. You can check out the interview here.) 2. Urban Prep graduates: I watch the news and shake my head...a lot. I read newspapers, check out online news and sit in a newsroom reading breaking news all day long, and so much of the stuff I hear wears me out. I'm a news head. I like knowing what's going on, but when I run across stories like "Urban Prep is golden again," that big grin you see on most of my homepage photos spreads across my face. I love that all 104 members of the 2011 graduating class will go on to college. The quote about stereotypes at the end was especially impressive to me.
I was headed on a shopping trip, got in my car and the first song I heard was Joe's "Baby, Where You At?" featuring Papoose. I adore that song. I first heard it on an author's MySpace page a few years back. He always had the best R&B songs on there (and the craziest stories about some woman he was having trouble with), and I first heard songs #5 and #4 on his page before I heard them on the radio. Great author, even better taste in music! Then again, the East coast tends to get songs before the rest of us do, so there ya go. Anyway, these are my top five favorite R&B songs about love, in honor of Valentine's Day tomorrow. 5. Joe featuring Papoose "Baby, Where You At?"Favorite part: As much as I like Joe's singing, it's Papoose who killed this song for me. He lost me when he accused a man of being stupid for telling a woman he loves her, but he cleaned it up with "Words don't express your love/You've gotta prove it." Then I went, "Ah, okay." (Side note: This was what I was pretty much saying in this blog entry.) But I also liked how strong he came with, "You don't even got to accept my apology/But I'm man enough to admit it/Acknowledge me." I liked that, that he knew the odds were against him, but he apologized anyway because he knew he was wrong.
I got home Friday night after working hard at the j.o.b. and saw a card-sized letter in the mail. Now getting a Valentine's Day card is always a treat for me. I love love love cards. Gifts are cool, but I enjoy cards because people have to go through a gang of them to find one that they think is suitable for me, even if it's one of those boxed sets. Every year, I give out cards to loved ones, and I still remember a very special moment for me one Valentine's Day a few years ago. (If you want to know what that special moment was, pick up the Sunday [" Love is in the Air"] section of the Chicago Tribune and look under " Sweet Surrender." Or, click " Celebrating the bitter...and the sweet.")
Hey folks, got a tattoo? Want to vent about it? Love your tattoo? Want to tell me how much you do? Feel free to weigh in on my first article " Pencil this in: Removing tattoo ink is costly, painful ordeal" in the Chicago Tribune. It's also on page 2 of today's paper. I look forward to hearing from you all about body art. Clearly I've had quite the experience, too.
I was flipping through the channels waiting on "90210" to come on when I stopped at "106 & Park." I laughed at Terrence's joke about Valentine's Day being around the corner so it's time to break up with your significant other and save money on gifts. As absolutely trifling as that sounds, it's not something strictly for guys. True story. I remember going out with a guy in high school who I did that to. We'd just started dating and his birthday was around the corner. I kept thinking, "If we're together on his birthday, I'll have to buy him a gift. If we don't last, I'm going to be so mad." I picked every argument I could think of with him, but it didn't work. You see, minus one or two guys, I rarely date guys who aren't nonchalant or peacemakers. Why? I'm fiery. Why would I want to date someone who's just like me? We'd butt heads all day long.
I'm attracted to people who can hold their own. I've never dated a "yes, dear" dude nor would I. I have no respect for a guy who won't stand up for himself. I'd much rather a guy stand on his own two and say, "Look, I've already told you ___________. Now that's all I have to say about it. Talk to me when you calm down" than the "Baby, please, baby" guy. Bleh. That last guy makes me cringe. Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
I wag my finger at the television screen and mumble "spoiled brat" whenever I see someone on a reality show like "You're Cut Off" who has never done any chores or depends on someone else to do all their dirty work. I consider myself pretty independent. I remember a relative asking me, "Why do you keep driving back and forth eight hours to school without a man in the car with you? What if you get a flat tire?" I curled my lip up and went, "I can change a flat! I don't need a chaffeur." The thought. Psst. Ugh. Never!
Liberal, I am. I've been described as independent many, many times. But today I had a super spoiled moment--the kind of moment that I would've yelled at myself if I was a reality show cast member.
After the third largest storm in Chicago that started on Tues., Feb. 1, I didn't really take the snow seriously. I'd seen snow before. Big deal. I even kept my car equipped with emergency equipment (i.e., first-aid kit, extra blanket, automobile paper towels, two snow scrapers, gas jug, gas funnel and bottled water). Notice anything missing...for snow?
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