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Come Shop with Me and Afrobella at Marshall’s on Nov 30th in Chicago

Luvvie — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 17:01:52 +0000

My peoples! So you know I like to shop. Especially for shoes. Wells, Afrobella put together a shopping event with TJ Maxx and Marshalls, and yours truly will be on hand to give shoe-shopping tips!

So come shop with me and my blog besties: Afrobella, Renewed Fitness and The Sassy Peach on November 30th at 1pm, at the Marshall’s on Michigan Ave.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year –the time to celebrate the season with friends and family, give gifts and bundle up in wonderful winter fashion! Christmas is less than a month away, so it’s time to get down to some serious shopping. And we’re here to help! RSVP now for the Afrobella and Friends T.J.Maxx and Marshalls Holiday Shopping Party!!

Your official party hosts are…

* Patrice Grell Yursik, creator of beauty, fashion and culture blog, Afrobella.com (@Afrobella) on plus size fashion!

* Luvvie Ajayi, creator of pop culture and humor blog AwesomelyLuvvie.com and shoe blog Mustluvvshoes.com (@MustLuvvShoes, @iLuvvIt) on shoes!

* Renisha James of RenewedFitness.org in the fitness and activewear department (@renisharenewed, @renewedfitness)

* Aramide Esubi of TheSassyPeach.org in the designer department (@thesassypeach)

So come shop with us on November 30 at 1 pm, at the Marshalls on Michigan Avenue (600 N Michigan Ave, #1, Chicago, IL 60611). We’ll even have cupcakes and hot cocoa so come get you a piece! AND… ANDDDDDD you might even win T.J.Maxx and Marshalls gift cards! Mmhmmm, so RSVP, Chi folks!

So I Went to Rihanna’s Chicago Concert

Luvvie — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 19:25:49 +0000

So last night, I went to Rihanna‘s concert at the United Center with my girl Patrice (aka Afrobella). We got hooked up with some VIP tickets so we got dressed up, funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party.

Picked up our passes

The United Center was hella packed with all types of folks. White folks, Black folks, Young folks, Old Folks. ~~Red folks, Blue folks, Green folks, Blue folks.~~ Straight folks, Gay folks, Tacky folks, Cute Folks. ALL TYPES! The Rihanna Navy was in full-fledge. And so was the high heels struggles.

Folks were coming to the Rihanna concert dressed to the nines. By nines, I mean CLUB GAME PROPER! People were there to get CHOSE! Women were wearing their love pockets out for all to see. Rihanna’s concert ain’t the place to get a boo if you’re a straight woman, seeing as how there were very few straight men in the building. But I guess this is concert wear. I haven’t been to a concert in so long so I kinda forgot how folks be making sure they wear as little clothes as possible. I don’t enjoy concerts much as the average human. I prefer my music at levels that won’t blow out my eardrums. And I don’t like to stand in one place for hours, with my view obstructed because folks won’t sat the hell down. AND pay $100+ for these annoyances? No thanks. Me and my iPod will kicks it HARD! Although I will make some exceptions.

But this was not that, and it was with an artist I actually know most of her songs? AND I got to sit. WINNNN!!!

Also, the high heel struggle was SO REAL! People were wearing heels that they had no business being in or walking in. Many people were limping into the arena before the concert even started. Ma’ams… PUT ON SHOES YOU CAN WALK IN!!! OR bring flats you can change into (like I did). Rihanna ain’t gon see your feet so why the suffering? AND whatever look you were going for is irrelevant once you do the “My feet are hurting so bad” stutter step. Chile…

Afrobella

Anyway, so we got some food (that was overpriced, of course). One soda cost $6.50. MUTHAFUCKA FOR WHAT??? Does it suck itself through the straw and sing on your tastebuds??? NAWL. *hangs head* But we bought em though since we were quite parched. *shakes fists at smart ass capitalism* We had no other choice.

By the time we made it into the arena itself, after eating and people watching, we had missed the opening acts (J. Cole and B.o.B.). Our seats were in the VIP risers, which were like cushioned loveseats, so we were pleased.

15 or so minutes after we settled in, the lights went off in the arena and the stage lights came on. The place ERUPTED into cheers!

It was RIHANNA TIME!!!

Ri-Ri came on the stage after a decent intro. Her stage setup was DOPE!!!

Rihanna's stage set up. All Lights Everything!

She came out to “Only Girl in the World.” Her outfit was a blue shiny short trench with hot pink heels, with her red curly wig, which I’m getting used to. By the 2nd song (“Disturbia“) the trench was off. I was rocking.

And yes, she did sound good. Rihanna’s gotten some vocal training, y’all. No doubt about it. She sang live and it was pretty good. But all I kept thinking “Dang. When did Rihanna get thick like this?” Y’all know I’m shallow. Once the trench came off and I saw #ThemThighs. Ri-Ri is thicker than a snicka. I ain’t gon LAH!

#Ennehweighs, then she did a coupla more songs, which included “Man Down.” THIS is where I acted a fool. THAT IS MY SONG!!! The moment I heard it a coupla weeks back, I loved everything bout it. It’s been on repeat on my iPod so when she was singing it live, I stood up and did a reggae two-step. YESSSSSSS!!!

She changed and then did a cover of Prince’s “Darling Nikki.” This is where she started getting sexy ratchet. The stage had 2 stripper poles on it and Rihanna had on a suit. By the end of the song, she was in a white onesie and gave a female fan a lapdance. The crowd went NUTS.

Then, Patrice looks over to me and goes “Umm… I think you’re sitting next to B.o.B.”

Me: *looks over to my left and sees the dude in an Adidas hoodie sitting next to me* *turns to Patrice* Oh. Is that him? Iunno what he looks like.
Afrobella: “Yeah I’m pretty sure that’s him.”
Me: *tweets* “Soooo I’m sitting right next to B.o.B. He came and sat in the VIP Risers after his set. Do I ask him for a pic?”
All of Twitter: “YESSSS!!!”

*after 10 minutes*

Me to Afrobella: “Hmmm… I kinda wanna ask him if he’s B.o.B. for sure. But I’ll do it in between one of her sets.”
Afrobella: “Yeah you can ask him. Just wait for a good time.”

*5 minutes later* I notice he’s texting so I leaned over.
Me: “Scuse me? Are you B.o.B.?”
Him: *smiles* Yes I am. What’s your name?”
Me: “Luvvie.”
Him: *shakes my hand* “Nice to meet you.”
Me: “I was wondering if that was you so I had to ask. What’s your Twitter name?” (I’m such a lame)
Him: “@BobATL. Tweet me.”
Me: “Mkay I’m bout to tweet you.”
Him: “Cool.“

So he checked his tweets and saw mine, then he RTed it.

Aawwww. Sure I’ll be #TeamBoB now ~~that I know what he looks like and think he’s cute~~.

Nice dude with a great smile. Anyway, back to Rihanna. So she continues the concert with some more of her hits (S & M, Hard, Hate That I Love You). THENNN she got off the stage and started coming through the crowd. And THEN she headed towards the Risers! A stage appeared outta nowhere RIGHT in front of us with drums and Rihanna got on it. She performed RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, beating those drums like she was mini Sheila E. She wasn’t e’em bad at it. But I might have been distracted by the fact that she was just like 10 feet away.

Pretty darn cool, if I might say. I coulda reached out an touched the hem of her boots. Chile…

She got back on the huge stage and sang more of her hits. To be quite honest, I had NO idea how many hits Rihanna had, until I realized that I knew almost EVERY song, and each one was just as big as the next. As a non-Rihanna stan, I am hella impressed. I’m not a Rihanna hater by any means because I do love a lot of her songs. They’re hella catchy. But even I’m like “this child has had HELLA hits!” Rude Boy, Please Don’t Stop the Music, Take a Bow…

Well DAMB, Ri-ri. Do your thing! I ain’t mad atchu at all.

Then B.o.B. was leaving and I finally decided to ask him for a pic, and he graciously said “yes.”

Heyyyyyyyy B.o.B. He's a cutie!

YES LAWD!!!

Rest of the concert was good. I did do a coupla hip twurks to “What’s my name?” I LOVE when I see Rihanna perform that on award shows because it is the one time I’m usually impressed by her dancing. That Barbados is deep in them hips. GET EM!

After performing for almost 2 hours, Rihanna ended the concert with “Love the Way You Lie” and “Umbrella.”

Overall, I had a dope time. I am even more of a Rihanna fan than I was before because she just makes you LIKE her. She may not be the best singer or dancer but she shows you a good time. Plus you realize that her songs are ear viruses. They get stuck in your head whether you like em or not. I happen to like a bunch of hers so I’m not too mad.

Decent way to spend a night! I’m VERY thankful for the opportunity. Thanks for taking me, Patrice!

Check out our #alphets. These goofy looks on our faces...

Anyone planning on going to one of her concerts on the Loud Tour?

P.S. Afrobella‘s recap of the concert is HERE.

P.P.S. To view more pics I took at the Rihanna concert, check out my Facebook page.

SnowtoriousBIG is Here! Stay Safe, Chitowners!

Luvvie — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 04:03:13 +0000

WHHHAAA??? I don't e'em see a road. Lawd... Shourrout to @Okanta83 for taking this pic

As you all know, we’re in the midst of SnowtoriousBIG, the goon ass blizzard that is coming through Chicago and the Midwest.

Skinny people of Chicago! If you’re going outside today, please wear a heavy backpack so you don’t get blown away by the wind. Kthx! Don’t get Dorothy’ed from the Wizard of Oz, my fellow skinny people. This wind today is apparently on dummy. Wear heavy things. Or walk hand in hand with a thicker friend. Let’s hold each other down in this way. Literally.

Skinny people survival kit in windstorm: heavy backback, bigger friends, ankle weights, stable poles, timberland boots, big jacket. A skinny girl/boy child ain’t safe in no windstorm. This is how mofos come up missing. Then you somehow find them on a rooftop shaking. NAWL.

I walked to Potbelly to get some lunch and for a good 5 minutes I was hanging off a pole horizontally. #ThatWindAintNoJoke – @RenishaRenewed

Also, since everyone’s gonna be trapped indoors tomorrow, I hope they’re behaving themselves. Those of you with boos. If you have children 9 months from now, we’ll know they were conceived during Snowprah 2011. And those of you without boos, if you have chilrun in the next 9 months, we’ll judge you. I’m just saying. Either way, I hope everyone’s stocked up on water, condoms and rice.

*singing* Windy, windy, windy, can’t you see? Sometimes your snow just hypnotize me. And I just hate ur gusty ways… #SnowtoriousBIG

I hope you’re all staying warm and indoors!

P.S. I know this is selfish but I’ma need #SnowdiggitySnowdoubt to clear up before Thursday. I got a flight to catch to Florida and I can’t have it playing these bald-headed games. If my flight gets cancelled, I’ma cuss so hard, I might make up NEW expletives.

P.P.S. The snow hashtags that folks created have had me DYING laughing ALL day. #Snowprah #SnOMG #SnowtoriousBIG #SnowZilla #snowdiggitysnowdoubt #Snowmageddon #OhSnowYouDidnt. HA!

And of course I had to add my own. #SnowWomanSnowCry #SnowMansion #RedemptionSnow #SnowSurf #WindySmalls #Snowvivor #TurnYourLightsDownSnow #SnowIsBlind #MercyMercySnow

Rio Won Olympics and Chicago’s Mad

Luvvie — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 19:03:00 +0000

So by now, you already heard that Rio won the 2016 Olympics. My poor city, Chicago was the first one eliminated. The Olympic Committee went: “I’m happy for you, Chicago & I’mo let you finish, but Rio had the BEST Olympic bid of ALL TIME! Oh, and 2016 DEEZ!!! Giggity, giggity!” *pelvic thrust*

So now, Chicago’s mad and he went at Rio. This is how their conversation went (in my head, anyway):

Rio: “Chicago, you mad, huh?”
Chicago: “Mad DEEZ, Rio!”

Chicago: “Rio??? That fool owes me $5! If I CATCH Rio in a dark alley, he gon get stole on, jo!”

Rio: “That negro Chicago is a straight HATER. He’s mad cuz I stole his prom date. He oughta just step his game up. Hating ass!”

Chicago: “Man tell that fool, Rio I’m done with him. Besides, I aint hating on that high HIV stat he got. What I gotta hate Rio fah?”

Rio: “While you talking bout me, Chicago. Go handle that violence problem you got. It ain’t cold in the D. It’s cold in the C!”

Chicago: “YO MAMA! Rio, you betta watch yo mouf ‘fo I fly over there and make some CHANGE outta you. You think you all’at now. PSHT!

Rio: “I ain’t scared of you, Chitown. BRING IT. Whatchu gon do? Blow me away with ur wind? I ain’t NEVER SCURRED!!!”

Chicago: “Rio, me amd my goons (aka Mayor Daley) gon come over there and mollywop you into 2016. Don’t play these bald-headed games with me!”

Rio: “At least I’mo be playing GAMES. I got these Olympics. What you got? An obese mayor and bad weather. KEEP THAT!”

Chicago: “Rio, you ain’t nothing but a jive turkey. I’mo have to go re-assess my life on top of the Sears Tower. *sobs*”

Rio: “Why’ont you congratulate, Chicago? I really needed this. I thought God had given up on me!!! *weeps*

Chicago: “Fine Rio! Congratulations on #HoShit Olympics 2016. I’mo just go do a world class *WALL SLIDE* on the Hancock Building now.”

Rio: “Aight then Chitown. I’mo pay you your $5 next week. I got Olympic monies on deck! *singing* Just got paid, Friday night…”

Chicago: “Until you right by me, Rio, every game you touch gon FAIL! You betta OWE ME BACK my monies! I needs it for LakeShore Drive!”

Rio: “Come on, Chitown. You KNOW I gotchu. Wanna go get some dranks later w/ Tokyo? He’s feeling kinda down too.”

Chicago: “Hmm… I’m in the mood for sushi. Yeah I’mo call my boy Tokyo. Don’t tell Madrid though. I’ont feel like hanging with him.”

See? They’re buddies again.

I’m dumb.

Cabbie Chronicles Continues

Luvvie — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:30:00 +0000

So this is an emergency post, which usually comes when I need to go off about something that just happened. I’m STILL heated.

Seriously, Chicago Cab Drivers are officially the bane of my existence. One of my uncles is a cab driver, and I respect him SO MUCH. So he is an exception to this (Hey Unc!). I’m not an extra frequent cab rider but I take cabs when where I’m going isn’t convenient on public transportation or when I’m running late to get somewhere. Otherwise, me and my bus pass are TIGHT!

So y’all remember when a Cabbie Quit me and kicked me out his cab a couple of weeks back, right? But I kind of deserved it though lol, trying to pay a $4 cab fare with my debit card. I may have quit me too. Well, my Cabbie Chronicles continues because this week has seen me have two exceptionally bad experiences with my cabdrivers.

First was on Tuesday morning on my way to work. I got into a cab at 8:15, and did not get to work until 9:05! Why, pray tell did my usual 25 minute (in rush hour) cab ride take 50 minutes and cost me $10 more than it should have. My cab driver (who was Ethiopian) decided to take the route that would take 10 minutes to go 3 blocks. I was HEATED! I wanted to be early to work that day and ended up 5 minutes late. May his pinky toe nail fall off and a curse on his curls. May they be forever frizzy. Hmph!

Then today, I was running late ~~because I couldn’t decide on what to wear~~ so I had to take a cab instead of the bus. Welp, this cab driver was fast getting me to work and I was actually in front of my job 10 minutes early. However I was late to work. *Pause* Read that again.

YES! I was in front of my building EARLY but didn’t get into work until 15 minutes later because the cab driver did not want to accept my debit card as payment. *PISSED*. My fare was $13.45 so it wasn’t like my $4 fare from last time. He was also East African. Methinks Sudanese. Anyway, I hand him my card and first he looks at me funny. Then he swipes it in their janky machine, which is of course a process within itself. So I’m sititng there and after 5 minutes, he says it didn’t go through.

Me: *thinking* THE HELL IT DIDN’T! My bank account ain’t echoing so I know that isn’t it.
*actually say* What do you mean? (Because I truly didn’t understand)
Him: It didn’t go through. Do you want me to drive you to your bank?
Me: *with more sass than I imagined I would have* No I don’t. I’m going to be late.
Him: Well I can’t let you go.
Me: Um why don’t you just use that carbon paper to record my credit card number?
Him: Because there’s no way i can tell if it goes through
Me: Well it’s in my Passenger Bill of Rights. I can pay with a credit card, so work that out!

After giving him ANOTHER card that he says “didn’t go throgh”, this numbnuts of a man then decided to *wait for it* use that carbon paper to record my credit card number!!! I was BEYOND pissed at this point! So I went OFF!

Me: Isn’t that what I asked for you to do in the FIRST place? What the hell?? You are wasting my time and I have to go to work! You could have BEEN done that!
Him: Can I see your state ID?
Me: *I was downright indignant at this point* What for???
Him: So I can write down your ID #.
Me: *deep sigh* *hands it over* I don’t have time for this.
Him: *writes down my address and ID# & hands it back*
Me: Ok, so GIVE me a copy of that receipt
Him: I can’t do that.
Me: What do you mean??? That is not an option. GIVE me the receipt and let me get out this cab!
Him: Fine! *hands it off* See you later
Me: Or not!!!

As I made my dramatic exit out the cab, I called him a “Foolish IJOT!” and slammed the cab door as hard as my puny biceps would let me.

I HATE EVERYTHING! (c) Durty Mo. I’m so calling the Cab Complaint hotline and reporting Cab #231 to them. That driver was beyond rude! My tiny fists can’t shake vigorously enough!

Like my driver from Tuesday, this Classless Wonder of a Nonentity also had curly hair. I hope his tendrils shrivel up and die an unemollient death!!! East African cab drivers ain’t treating me right this week.

This is gonna really drive me (hehe no pun intended) to get a license (or REALLY REALLY start carrying cash). But once again, who carries cash anymore?? I mean, really!

Cabbie Quit Me

NorthFace Strengthens me

Luvvie — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 06:15:00 +0000

Y’all already know this winter has been on some Kentucky Freeze-A-b*tch type stuff. It’s been horrendous. I’ve quit Chicago a plethora of times, telling it to pack its sh*t and GO and I meant it. It actually had the nerve to be -11 for a couple of days. What in the not-so-hot pits of Dereon hades? *Sigh* But y’all know I love the Windy to the core. Like Google, Chicago is that abusive husband who kicks me in my throat often but I stay with anyway because he is nice to me for 3 months out the year. I can change HIM, ok? hehe

My regular winter jacket is a Kenneth Cole Trench thats actually quite warm (and cute to boot). But a couple of weeks ago, I decided to go invest in a NorthFace coat (yes, I consider anything you spend over $200 an investment. And, of course I wait til most of winter is over to make this decision. *Side-eye*). And I’ve seen a lot of folks rocking this cute long NorthFace jacket that looked soooo warm. It didn’t look like one was wearing a puffy sack nor did it look like folks were doing their best Michelin Man impression. I trotted to the NorthFace store on Michigan Avenue and described the coat to a worker and they knew exactly what I was talking about.

I goes to find it and I see a rack of them with a sign of 25% off. I sweahfoGAWD and 3 wise White men that I did a lil jig. I scooted my feets and slid across the floor like Usher from the “Burn” video. BEST.DEAL.EVER! Thinking that you are going to pay full price for something and finding out its cheaper is better than:

Finding $10 in the pocket of the jeans I hadn’t worn in a while (I was so thrilled I made it my Facebook status)
Realizing that “Scrubs” was coming back for an 8th season (I need some JD in my life)
Getting an “A” on the paper I finished 15 minutes before it was due (the story of my entire college career)

Bought the jacket for $75 less than the retail price so I was all grin at that cash register, and armed with my new (and first ever) NorthFace jacket (henceforth known as Northie), I felt confident that I could handle whatever winter could throw at me.

Of course, it ended up being super warm for most of last week, reaching 60 degrees on Tuesday, so I was unable to put on my newest purchase. Yesterday though, the high was 35 degrees and I was super geeked to put on the jacket. My sister goes “You best wear a tank top under that coat because clearly you won’t need nothing else.” Me: “Thou shan’t hate on me and my coat. Kthanx”.

I put on a thin sweater and Northie. I walked outside and was like “PSHT its NICE out here. What cold??” whistling and sh*t. And I kid you not, after like 5 minutes, I touched my forehead like “Is that… noo… that’s actually SWEAT.” In 30 degree weather. This jacket is AWESOME! I had to unzip it for a bit to air myself out. And I get cold easily. Hell, I don’t have ANY natural insulation so any help I can get is welcome.

I can do all things (in winter) through NorthFace which strengthens me (and my defenses against the bitter cold). Bring it on, Chicago!! I’m ready!

*Looks outside* Are the birds returning from the South? Oh HELL NAW! I need at least one week’s use from this coat. Ain’t that about a b*tch?!?

P.S. And no, I’m not getting paid for this. I just truly stan for that coat. But umm… NorthFace, if y’all wanna throw a coupla things my way, I ain’t too proud. *crickets* No?? Dang, y’all are stingy! *sings* Don’t be stttiiinnnggggaaayyyy (from McDonald’s commercial)

Coldest Winter Ever

Luvvie — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 15:38:00 +0000

And no, I’m not referring to the most overrated piece of urban literature (I even use “literature” loosely) known to man. It’s -26 degrees (feels like it anyway) right now in the Chi. That is a screenshot I took of weather.com. Like in REAL life, not virtual. it’s reported that this is the coldest it has been since 1996. I don’t know how I’m supposed to put on for my city under these conditions.

Like, in REAL life, this is what weather.com just told me

For people who don’t know how it feels to be in -30 degree weather. This ish is JARRING. I walked outside with my 100% cashmere scarf covering my face, looking like a Colored Ninja. Yet when I breathed through my nose, it burned like hell. That must be what snorting crack feels like. I walked a block and a half from the train to my job and my toes got frost-bitten, I sweahfoGawd and 3 wise men!! My eyes involuntarily teared up and when it hit my scarf, it had turned to ice. I kid you not.

I need to be somewhere hibernating. And get this, even them hood ass city pigeons that run the streets are nowhere to be found. Maybe they realized that their counterparts that go south for winter are on to something.

I call bullsh*t. I need to start looking for other locales to move to beause this ish right here… this ISH right here… is DEF (not death, but DEF). Either that or I need to rob a bank and go buy a winter home in Fiji.

I rebuke this weather to the pits of Dereon bedazzled hell!

Chicago, I quit you and your aura. I do not put on for my city, and will not until it gets its life together. I just can’t.

Brain Freeze

Luvvie — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 15:47:00 +0000

Seriously, I was going to write an entry today but I stepped outside, and I believe my brain fluid froze. Chicago ain’t SH*T for this weather. How cold is it, you ask? According to weather.com, It is currently 8 degrees, but the wind chill makes it feel like 11 degrees below zero. Yes, ELEVEN DEGREES BELOW ZERO. Add to that the fact that I work by the Lake, in the Loop.

It hurt to BREATHE.

I quit Chicago, its lifespace, essence, soul, id and subconscious. This is some BULLSHIT.

Yes, I will probably complain ALL winter about this.

I Hate Winter

Luvvie — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 15:15:00 +0000

I just can’t cope. I’m not sure why it hits me hard every year like its the first time, but I hate cold weather/winter like crackheads love gingivitis!!! I mean really. This ish is ridiculous. Today is like 20 degrees below obscene in Chicago (ok, its 17 degrees, but you get my point). I walked out my house, and the crisp air b*tch slapped me, and I cried (inadvertently. My eyes are sensitive so tears came out). I’m walking down the street with tears pouring down my eyes and folks look concerned, not knowing that they are crying too. We all look a mess.

I hate winter for a plethora of reasons.

- Oppressed Afro. I can’t wear my afro in all its glory. I have to rock a thick hat, and a dented afro makes not a cute hairstyle. This week, I’ve been unable to twist my hair like I usually do, so me and my lopsided fro have been looking a bit of a mess. Besides, rocking an afro in this element may have me looking like Grace Jones by April. It will all fall off from crunchiness.

- Icicle snot. Having a cold right now is not only unattractive, but dangerous. Folks walking around with icicles for snot. That could cut somebody.

- Rudolph’s Twin. My nose STAYS red, and sometimes I’m afraid it does glow. *Sigh* I hope they let me join in reindeer games.

- Crocodile Skin. No matter how much I try to moisturize my situation, I’m feeling ashy by midday. Sometimes, I think I just need to bathe in a tub of Vaseline. I gets down with Baby Oil Gel though.

- Dry lips. My baby soft lips take a beating in winter time because sometimes when its frigid enough, vaseline is not armor enough for the elements. I call this condition “Crackhead lips”, all white and busted. Looking like I been snacking on powdered donuts. If you see me scratch my neck, don’t be scared. I know crack is wack (besides, show me the receipts! I make too much money for crack).

- Shoe game compromised. Winter time automatically cuts my shoe wardrobe in 3/4s. I can’t wear shoes that will expose any skin, so all my pumps and certain flats are out the picture until April. All I can rock are my boots, and even some of those have to be worn on days that there is no snow, since they are suede. My 75 shoes (yes. I am aware of the fact that I have a problem) are now down to about 15-20. Woe is me indeed.

- Short days. Leaving work at 5pm, going outside and seeing that it is dark is hella depressing.

- Compromised Sexy. I get cold easily so I rock layers, including sweater tights under my jeans. Let’s face it. How is a chick sposed to stay SEGZY when rocking long johns, a thick scark, mittens, and snow boots? *Sigh*

When I grow up, I want to spend winters in a vacay home in Fiji. Then summers, I’ll come back to the Chi. I love this town, but like an addict, I can’t leave it alone despite this horrid weather. Maybe I need a Chicago intervention

Celebrate GOOD TIMES for Obama!

Luvvie — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 05:38:00 +0000

I was on YBF.com a couple of days ago, and she put a list up of ways for Black folks to celebrate if Obama wins to keep folks from getting nervous, at least for the first few days. I already broke ALL them rules and it has only been an hour and a half.

1. No crying, hugging or shouting ‘Thank you Lord’ at least not in public. – Too late. I thanked the Lord, Allah, Buddah, and Vishnu.

2 No high-fives at least not unless the area is clear and there are no witnesses. – High fives tempered with many “woo hoo”s.

3. No laughing at the McCain/Palin supporters. – I just chuckled a little. Does that count? Psht, who cares? They some hater *ss haters b/c they booed when McCain mentioned President Obama (ooo that feels GREAT)

4. No calling in sick on November 5th. They’ll get nervous if too many of us don’t show up. – We should do the opposite, go to work and spend the whole day skipping and cheesing all around the office. Optional: Ask people “How the hell are ya?” and before they answer, say “Well, I don’t know about you, but I am GREAT!”

5. We’re allowed to give each other knowing winks or nods in passing. Just try to keep from grinning too hard. – My jaws hurt already and I have smile lines that were previously absent.

6. No singing loudly, We’ve come this Far By Faith (it will be acceptable to hum softly) – DamNAT! I’m sanging from the rooftops! Negro spirituals, especially.

7. No bringing of barbeque ribs or fried chicken for lunch in the company lunchroom for at least a week (no chittlings at all) (this may make us seem to ethnic) - I’m eating a wing in honor of Barack!

8. No leaving kool-aid packages at the water fountain (this might be a sign that poor folks might be getting a break through) – This is just foolish. Get a cup and work it out.

9. No Cupid Shuffle during breaks (this could indicate a little too much excitement) – What about the Cha-Cha slide?

10. Please no Moving on Up music (we are going to try to remain humble) – I already sang it and customized it. “We’re moving on up, to the East Coast. To a deluxe white mansion in DC!!”

11. No doing the George Jefferson dance (unless you’re in your office with the door closed) – The song wouldn’t be complete without it. I just happen to be a pro at this dance. And if I happen to bust this out while downtown Chicago, folks will have to understand.

12.Please try not to yell—-BOOOO YAH! – I yelled “YES LAWD!!!!!” for at LEAST 15 good minutes. My throat hurts now but I don’t care.

13. Just in case you’re wondering, Doing the Running Man, cabbage patch, or a backhand spring on the highway is 100% okay. – Thank you for the permission I didn’t need. I even created a dance routine which added the perculator and the robot to the arsenal. I’ve just been doing all types of shucking since 10pm.

How are you celebrating this HISTORIC moment?