I am back from an impromptu trip to Rosarito, Mexico to shake off the last few days. It was absolutely necessary and absolutely right on time.
One of the best takeaways I had came in the cup (don’t judge me!). Say hola to the Mexican answer to the Bloody Mary – the Michelada! It’s light, refreshing and made with a dash of hot sauce.
Continue reading Did We Love it: Micheladas
As I stood there with both of my baby mamas I knew I was moments away from a Worldstar Hip Hop moment. There was absolutely no reason for Yaya to walk into Joy. I saw that shit, it was very intentional. She hadn’t been on bullshit this whole 8 months, I don’t know why she was starting now. I knew I should have told Joy when she first stepped to me about being pregnant but how could I? Joy loved my dirty draws and even through all this mess I loved her too. I should have cut Yaya off a long time ago. Now look at me.
Then I get a call from one of my lieutenants about some bullshit popping off at Treetop. Boogie should have been the one to call me not this nigga. I don’t know what he had going on but this wasn’t the time for fucking around.
As I drove up to the house, I was seeing red. It seems that not only was one of my trap houses hit but Black, one of my most loyal lieutenants was shot. Joy sat quiet holding my hand as I drove. I took her hand and put it in her lap. I know it hurt her for me to do it but her touch always softened me. This wasn’t the time for that.
Once we got to the house I called Pop and told him I was going to scoop him before we headed up top. He had already heard about what happened so he was waiting. I ran upstairs and pulled out my old uniform. Black shirt, black jeans and black Tims. When I got back downstairs, Joy was sitting on the couch eating her Popeyes in silence. I kissed on the forehead.
“I don’t care what you have to do, but you make it home to me Kevin” she whispered.
Continue reading Chapter 9: Money K
Book reviews are coming I promise. I reupped on my kindle credits and Mama Sew Right and I are back with our bi-monthly book club. Reading always makes things better.
First up is the selection from my 9 to 5 book club. Of all the book clubs that I have ever been in, I must say this one is the farthest out of my comfort zone. From the book selections to the life experiences of the members, I can say it is interesting to say the least every time we meet up. The last two books we read were deep, dark and slightly depressing. So for the third book we chose the best selling chick lit ,Maria Semple’s Where’d You Go, Bernadette?
I will say for sure it wasn’t deep… *forced smile*
Continue reading Sew Right Reads: Where’d You Go Bernadette? @bernadettefilm by Maria Semple
Here is part two of our amazing #boozybrunch at Quinto La Huella. Because no matter how hard we kick back, the best part of my birthday celebrations is making sure to give back.
For those who didn’t read about the Sew Right In the Bag Challenge in the previous post, here are the details. In the tradition of my birthday celebrations over the years, I decided (with the help of friends) to provide womxn centric items in 38 gently used bags/totes between now and my birthday 2020.
Continue reading After Kickback Giveback #SRInTheBagChallenge
I told you I was back. *does dance* I feel like I have been having a mental blockage when it came to blogging because so many things were happening and I felt like I was drowning. So now that I am no longer treading water I am going to write everything that I haven’t gotten to share… backward.
I will end up in Chicago in July at the Jill Scott and Anthony Hamilton. I’ll know if you don’t read this part when I see the comments congratulating my rekindled relationship… don’t be that person.
First up, let me tell you about the amazing brunch I had last Sunday with the odd trio (me, George and Donna) for my birthday. We were supposed to have it on my actual birthday but I took a last minute trip to Phoenix with Jai to ring in my new year (remember we are working backward). So this was a little makeup… brunch.
Continue reading Did We Love It: Boozy Brunch at @quintolahuella
I am so sorry for the lapse in blogging but let’s just say July/August was a roller coaster in the life of KK.
I got my CAPM certification, my birthday came and went, we started delivering bags for the SR In The Bag Challenge, and the love affair that was KK and Jai… changed.
I wasn’t actually going to tell you all, but honesty is part of the journey. No matter how ugly and hurtful. I promise not to overload you all with all of the details, many of which I am processing myself, BUT I can tell you, we are both better for it.
So what does all that mean…. MORE BLOG CONTENT COMING SOON.
I am working on the editorial schedule but trust me you will get more than your fair share of KK for now on. Thanks for those who stayed with me.
Today is the day that we are going to finally find out the sex of our baby. I am not sure why Kevin is so hell bent on it being a boy but whatever it is I will be happy. I just want them here and healthy.
It took me a while but I am actually really excited about being a mother. My mom is coming down from Baton Rouge to help us out after I give birth because Kevin doesn’t really let people in the house like that. His mom was off cruising the world with her new boyfriend. The way she spends money now you would never she is from the projects. She was bougie with a capital B but I love Mama Josephine. I wish she was here a little bit more for Kevin but there was nothing I could really do. All I could do was love him with all I got, and that I am down for.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed how much my body changed. I don’t know why I thought I didn’t look pregnant. My little love was definitely starting to make their presence known. I haven’t felt any kicks yet but according to Sinclair, who thinks she is my baby daddy, that usually doesn’t happen to first time mothers until 16-25 weeks. At just 17 weeks, I am waiting waiting waiting.