Same Name?

December 30, 2008

** Disclaimer **

The thoughts and views of the following post are that of a pure hypothetical nature. Please do not take ANYTHING in this post the wrong way, it is for entertainment purposes only

** End Disclaimer **

So, I was on Facebook, looking at people’s statuses and such, and I discovered an old Facebook Friend.

I remember this facebook friend mainly because we have the same last name and are NOT related (well, as far as we could trace)

so we got the facebook chatting (which by the way, is slowly getting better, people aren’t randomly disappearing as much) and then I was hit with a very interesting “hypothetical situation”

If we were to get married: what would her new last name be? would she change it? Hyphenate it? superscript it?

What would be the appropriate thing to do if your last name was “Smith” and you met/fell in love with/planned to marry someone with the last name of Smith?

does she become “Smith-Smith” ?

what about ” Smith^2 ” ?

would it be considered laziness if she stayed Smith?

how do you tell this story to friends with a straight face ?

what would your Parents think when you first bring them home ???

how much fun would you have explaining this to anyone who asks for your maiden name for official business ?

What are your thoughts? concerns?

Holiday Matrix

December 26, 2008

I think some one has been slipping me the Red pill in my Egg Nog for a  few years now… because I think I’ve discovered something crazy. The Holidays aren’t as “magical” as we all grew up thinking them to be.

When you were younger, you would wake up rush downstairs (or down the hall) to the living room where your parents would have created a winter wonderland with a trimmed tree , and Christmas stockings over the fireplace (if you had one of those), some breakfast ready, presents under the tree, and a host of other things reminding you that “today” is in fact Christmas.

As you started to wade out deeper in the pool of life and hit the Adolescence section (now equipped with hoop and water guns) for some reason (depending on your economic status) Christmas starts losing it’s “coolness” factor; mainly because your relatives still think it’s cool to get you socks =/

As you start heading towards the deep end (adulthood) and you go out on your own, it hits you: the smoke and mirrors all fail and you realize that the “Essence of Christmas” is dependant on your family… 

Please keep in mind I am NOT talking about the “meaning” of Christmas, that never changes, I’m talking about the “flashing lights” that surround the holiday. The “Spirit of Cheer” if you will 

I haven’t been back to my Parents house for Christmas in YEARS. not necessarily because I don’t want to, but because now that I’m on my own, I have to work to pay bills and all that good stuff; since I’m still in college (Spring ’09 Graduation !!!) my options in the workforce are still somewhat limited so I have to work where I can.

Ask anyone that spends Christmas “Alone” or “Without their families” they usually complain about how much fun they didn’t have.

On the flip side, I’m noticing a new trend where college students are bored @ home with their families. I’ve even heard a few people say they can’t wait to get back to school; the very same school they tried to escape first chance they got.

Back when we played in the shallow end of the “pool of life” when we got back to school from Winter Break, you couldn’t wait to tell your friends all the cool things you got for Christmas. Now, you can’t wait to tell your friends how bored you were at home. Where’s the magic? where are the Christmases of our youth?

I am convinced that with a lack of Money Family, Christmas isn’t what it used to be. It’s like Santa lost his swag… 

or did Santa get hit by the recession? 

Wait, is there even a Santa ??? 


Here’s what I think is going on:

I think that “Adults” are given a chart. 

On this chart it measures out how much money spent on Christmas Quality is supposed to go down as the child gets older (unless you’re rich, then it goes in the opposite direction)

On this chart, there’s a red star, which is the estimated age where you start giving your child the red pill in their Egg Nog. I haven’t figured out that age yet… 

What I also don’t understand is why we keep it going. When we become “Adults” and start having our own offspring, it’s like we try to recreate the Christmas Magic that we lost many years ago… only to have it taper off on our children as they get older, only continuing a vicious circle of false hope, and broken dreams. </mild sarcasm>

What do you think? Do you think there’s an age where we realize the Christmas magic is smoke and mirrors? What was it like when you first woke up to the Christmas truth?

Mobile Moment 3

December 20, 2008

So I’m at the Barbershop today.
I’m not sure if you know, but it’s scientifically proven that Saturday is the best day to visit the barbers.

Yes, the lines tend to be longer, but the average barber seems to be much more into their job on this day.

Now, I understand that barbershops are the #1 spots to “expand your hustle”
If you are selling your mix-tape, or the latest Tyler Perry DVD (doesn’t matter HOW you acquire the merchandise) the barbershop is the place to sell it but…

While I appreciate “urban economical development” I believe that a line needs to be drawn somewhere

Today’s moment: an older gentleman was in the barbershop today selling the following:
– Dial Soap
– Washcloths
– Toothbrushes (looks like toothpaste was also available)

Like I said earlier, I can appreciate a “hustle” but really? Toothbrushes?? Next thing you know someone is gonna start selling…

This just in: a man walks in selling homemade cookies of various blends: I almost bought some (just kidding)

Ok, as I was saying, where do we draw the line?

Ladies, and gentleman; do you get the same experiences? How do you feel about the “mobile hustle” ?

*sorry for the poor spelling today; no spell check *

This just in:
The clothing/shoes man just walked in with a duffle bag filled with sneakers, t-shirts, and jeans. Apparently he brings in a sample, and has the rest in his car.

** Stop the presses !!! **
so my barber and his client are talking about some valentine’s day plans.
My barber then proceeds to produce a whip and tickler!!!
What a day to be low on battery

I am convinced GOD really enjoys my blog, and likes giving me stories.

The “urban merchant” count rests at 4 as a man walks in with an arm full p sweaters with “phat farm jeans in the car”