"Lemonade Was a Popular Drink and It Still Is..."

     As long as you're still walking and breathing , life is going to continuously teach you important lessons. You never stop learning ,however some choose to never take the lesson as it was given and grow. You simply cannot repeatedly do asinine sh*t and expect things to work in your favor.Whether it be at home , at work , or in love, you learn to understand that the energy you put out is exactly what you will get back . Your intentions mean absolutely nothing if not carried out by your actions.
     Its kinda pitiful actually. To hear a grown ass man or woman gripe and grown about what's so wrong in their life,know they are fu*king up royally,yet they wonder why their life sucks and want a damn pep talk. Even worse is when they want to get all religious with it ,shouting and speaking in tongues, knowing they haven't been living right. Truthfully, you do know He's not fooled, right? There is gasoline in your underwear drawer as we speak,Simpleton...

     Our time here in physical form is limited,and we never know when the credits are going to roll. Until then, try making the most out of the time you have. If you know you want success at work, do your job to the very best of your ability. You cant choose your family,but allow your home life to be harmonious. And in love,shoot,there's so much to be said on that subject .Most importantly though, send out the vibes you want in return. Be on bullsh*t in these streets and that's exactly what will meet you at your doorstep. Don't believe me ? This is Shenanigans and Mayhem, I know how that works!!! This is a first -hand account ,and I know right from wrong . But karma gives me no leeway!! I get immediate results when I mess up, so my playing days had to come to an end. Straight up and down ,use logic if you want a peaceful heart. Hell, life may hand you lemons,but make lemonade-and mix some vodka in it...

The Music Sounds Better With You...

         As we all know, I like the artistic type. Well read, cultured,talented. Men that fit that bill turn me on something fierce,and they are who I'm attracted to. I totally don't apologize  for that. Downside though, things often don't work with us romantically, likely due to being too much alike. My mind is also creative ,random, and sometimes (nah, who am I kidding, most times)lacks focus. So to be quite honest I already know some of the games that are going to be played and excuses to be used. There's always a wild card though. You Know Who did a job that slapped the hell outta me like Debo did Red when he was tucking in that gold chain his Grand momma gave him. Even still, that mutual love and admiration for all things creatively based  draws us together. Especially music.

         I have dated a few that are indeed musicians,i.e. rapper dudes,and I liked their music . Only when I liked them though . After the relationship soured I thought,"Dude is TERRIBLE! Who approved this 4 minute piece of sh*t to be written and recorded??"Funny thing is ,when we were all good, so was their art. I somehow had this epiphany at takeyoassbacktosleep o'clock and I realized that when you are head over heels,you'll support almost anything they do. And I did. Ive posted videos on my blog and Facebook page . I may not have really liked the record , but I loved me some him ,and that at the time was all that mattered.Think about it . You're at the lamest party on this side of the galaxy with Bilal on the wheels of steel and Chill keeps bumping the damn table... but you don't notice a thing. Public Enemy at that point sounds like Kenny G., and why? Because you're in the company of someone you enjoy .

         Ive learned my lesson. I will use discretion when dating an artist. Just because he paints doesn't make him Picasso. It doesn't even make him JJ Evans. But I will like him first, and put that 'fan' sh*t in a box under the bed...

You A Non Mutha Fu*king Factor...

   Yeah alright. A little harsh, but it had to be said. Sometimes people think that just because they pop sh*t, you're going to flinch. If Moms is cracking the whip, absolutely. But these wanna be hardcore thugs and bullies? Nah,son. Move right on around.
   To add to the utter foolishness of my weekend(see prior post please), I received a call bright and early from the baby mother of an old friend. Is he just a friend? Not exactly . Are we currently dating ? No. Have I been head over heels for dude since I came out of 8th grade? You bet your last dollar. As I said though, we're not seeing each other, and she's on some 'woman scorned' type sh*t. Adding insult to injury,did I mention she called me long distance,like 400 miles away. THEY DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE!!! Really Toots? You have nothing better to do than stalk someone from way over yonder??Let me just lay some of this on the line . Disclaimer: I'm about to act a WHOLE fool,so again, no eating or drinking as you scroll down and read this.

   For starters, buddy just got out of prison. Not 4th district,let alone the county.I said damn PRISON. He did his time, things were unfortunate, but that's my man,a hundred grand. Ive known him forever, and we're still cool. The dynamics of our relationship is a little weird and convoluted, nevertheless,it is what it is. That call was such a mess( I want to know how you know-----),girl, please killyoself. And you're forgetful. We met years ago. I kicked it with your sister. Oh, and that near ass whooping back in 98(my Pops held me back, ignant ass scene).So really. This is your longtime love , and you don't even recognize my name?? On top of being absentminded,you're a lame. He's in the house with you(by circumstance). Make the best out of it instead of playing yourself calling me. ME!! I'M IN CHICAGO BIT@H!! Get your priorities in order. And if you really wanna do something , try to stop him from buying that plane ticket ,cuz he already has a trip planned.That ship has sailed ,Honey. Seems like you didn't get the memo...

(In My Lou Rawls Voice) You'll Never Find......

   Fans , friends,and participants of  DiddyBop's shenanigans, y'all gon love this one. When I say I can't make this stuff up , oh, I mean that sh*t. Im about to go in , so if your eating or drinking something ,swallow it now. I am not responsible for any choking incidents, nor do I know CPR...
   Saturday night as usual, or so I thought. My girl called to rescue me from a night of reruns ,Facebook foolishness, and bad late night decisions,so I decided to partake. She mentioned an event earlier in the week but I decided I wasnt going to attend because it was a bit far ,even for me . However  I was later invited to the shindig myself and said ok, I might go. She prepped me before we even got there. Why do you ask? The likelihood that Rapper Dude would be in attendance was as high as Rodney King's chances of getting arrested for a DUI yet again. I know, I know. Oh , but it doesnt end there. This incident could have been an episode of Punk'd. So uh Ashton, how about running me my money ??

   This mark saw me as soon as I walked in . I spotted him as well, next to THE WIFE I may add,but I stayed composed. I didnt come there for him . I came to have a good time after a wack ass week, plus another friend was meeting me there. After say,10 minutes of chatting with the host and others, who walks up but this ni**a. And ALONE at that!! I could tell he didnt expect to see me, but he also didnt expect for me to respond like I did,meaning I was cool as David Ruffin-before the cocaine and egomaniacal behavior. Apparently he doesnt know I know he's married,but Ive known for a month.Then he leaves and comes back like "We need to talk..." Really? No we dont. Mind you all this time Weezy was still standing by the damn speakers or something. Homegirl's spidey senses must've started tingling because eventually she got tired of watched this idiot talk to some chick she doesnt know. Like Hammer said, its all good.Funny thing, I really dont think he expected to see me walk in the joint with another guy though, because when I came back in with my buddy ,the side of my wig lit up like I was doing a Pepsi commercial. I KNOW you not salty!!!The crew finally departs,then as he damn near runs out the door and  Sweetiepie extended her hand to me is when he says"This is my wife." Wow. The first honest thing you've said in 9 months.Cheers and applause.Im not upset, you did me a favor by getting the hell on. When Im done, Im done. Excuse me, waiter. May I please have the check?

Its Yours!!!

I ve been taking a bit more time than I really anticipated this summer in getting myself together . Everything being as compounded as it was really took me off my square. Not too drastically, just unexpected. I ,as the rest of you ,have been waiting for the shenanigans and mayhem to just do an Oak Street flash mob and out of nowhere, whoop the hell out of me, but no dice. The foolery has been at bay,and for good reason.During the last few months Ive had some growing pains, but real talk, I wouldnt trade them for the world. My broken heart and  shattered feelings forced me to face the facts about what I really want. Sure I can "scoobydoowow" a fella as easy as I can make a grilled cheese sandwich, but the ever -changing cast of characters is not what my heart desires. I want so much more ,and I am willing to wait for it. I found myself wasting time,tears ,and beautiful Saturday evenings on those that have already been forgotten. Those are precious moments in time I will never get back. Every second is meant to count , and I have only me to blame and to hold accountable. So at this point, ITS ON SON!! Life is short. I need to get the world on board with Team Diddy Bop,and stop playing the game with myself. I know Im worth a good man. So there's no sense in just passing time with those I know have a limited shelf life. Today is the first day of the rest of my life.Momma didnt make no mistakes New Year's day 1977....

I Told My Girls You Can 'Get It'...

                  YES LAWD!!!!!