My Month Was a Sh*t Show

Ain’t God good?!

I need somebody that’s with me.

AIN’T GOD GOOD?!

[congregation in my head responds] Yes, He is!

I’m sitting in a rocking chair gazing out at the aircrafts lined on the tarmac at Charlotte Douglas International.

I’m alive and well, good and breathing, with food in my stomach. And not any old food. Hot food! When I bit into my sandwich, I could see the steam coming up from the chicken breast, or whatever that is Chick-fil-A puts in between those soft buns. Mmm hmm.

I'm in good spirits, I’m feeling good. Let’s get it on.

30-Day Writing Challenge, Day 30

Day… THIRTY?! Wow, if I had been on my shiz-nye-ee thee entire month, I’d be completing my 30-day writing challenge for June. But nooooo, I had to be a procrastinating princess that ain’t do what she was ‘posed to do! Now, my efforts in this battle have to rollover into July. Aïe aïe aïe!

Writing Prompt: Your highs and lows for the month

Hm, does the writing prompt want me to respond in regards to this writing challenge? Or, is it asking me about my life outside of blogging? Being that this is my own personal lifestyle blog, and I assigned myself to this month-long task, I suppose it’s up to my discretion. … If you’ve read previous posts in the 30-day writing challenge, you may not be surprised that’ll I’ll do both.

Writing high

Hold up, let me go scroll thru the whole section of 30-day writing challenge posts. It’s definitely going to be one of the ones in the beginning. I told y’all, my ENFP personality type is good for starting strong.. then falling off. [face scrunches up]

Okay, yeah, without a doubt, day 1 of this month’s blogging journey is my high. The writing prompt, “list 10 things that make you really happy,” is a good one, and I seriously went TF innnnnnn. It’s more than a list. It starts with a list, then it turns into an essay on happiness. I know bloggers are making money with flat listicles, but I like full (REAL) articles.

I spent ‘bout 3 work days on day 1’s post. Please go check it out. No, PLEASE! Click on it below:

My Grandmother's Laughter, and Other Things That Make Me Really Happy

I need to share that one on Medium and pray the algorithms work in my favor. That’s a good one. Dang. I’m grinning, in a silly type of expression; I promise I’m not egotistical.

Writing low

Well, you miss every shot you don’t take. That’s what they say, hein?

My writing would have to be the days I missed. Like come on, girl, it was only 30 days and you only had to make yourself write on the given writing prompt for 30 minutes. Aaaaaaaaand your raggedy a** didn’t work a lick thee entire month. [inserts Martin telling Tommy he ain’t got no job]

Even the days where I rushed in the last moments before midnight, the blog post came out halfway decent. At least it was something. I did day 25’s “think of any word, search it on Google and write about the eleventh image” prompt while I was on FaceTime in all of 15 minutes and when I sent it to the person with whom I was on FaceTime, to my surprise, I was met with laughter and told how creative I am. That’s always interesting, as I don’t find myself to be creative.

Every day I skipped was another low. I could’ve done something, it would’ve been better than nothing.

Month’s low

I don’t know.

Not to sound like the old lady deaconess that I am on the inside, but, count it all joy.

I don’t really have lows, not that I hold onto anyway. I’m trying to think of what I’d consider a low and I really don’t know.

I mean, both my landlord and the credit card company may look at me like I’m stupid this upcoming payment cycle because I spent the past 7 weeks f’ing off around the South, spending money I don’t have to spend and not earning money I need to be earning, but hey.. [arms bend at elbow hands swing up, palms to the sky] They’ll be alright.

I’ve spent two months doing a whole lot of nothing that means a whole lot of something — not making any money, but spending time with loved ones. This photo was taken at a popular event in Atlanta called “The Shit Show” with one of my cousins, Rashan.

Oh, I let the flights for my girls’ trip DOUBLE from the original estimate I gave the girls, so I need to figure out where in the world I’m going to get another 7-thousand-dollars to give American Airlines.

And I’m sure I made another slew of poor decisions that aren’t coming to mind at this moment these past 30 days.

Child, I ain’t go’ let them worry me, ya hea?!

Month’s high

[cheek tilts toward shoulder, corners of mouth turn up, hands clench behind back, body twists from side-to-side, eyes gaze in direction of floor, then girlishly flip up…]

I met a boy.

It’s nothing serious. Obviously, it’s barely been weeks. But it’s fun. I allowed myself to open up. I’m dating. I’m actually dating a guy and being a total girl, calling him at the slightest inconvenience during the day and pillow-talking into the wee hours of the night until one person is snoring on the other end.

Do I see my life with him? Um…

Do I see myself having oodles and boodles of fun with him for as long as God sees fit? Absolutely. Even if it’s only for a couple more weeks, that’s cool, that’s still my high of this month.

What a sh*t show?!

And I enjoyed it.

Attending “The Shit Show” in Atlanta, an Apollo-styled series of performances by aspiring entertainers.

Like the event I attended last night in Atlanta, this month was an entertaining sh*t show.

Scroll thru all the posts from this month by clicking here: 30-day writing challenge.

Old People Are Funny AF

30-Day Writing Challenge, Day 28

[Yawns] Whew child, the girl is feeling fatigued.

No extended intro today, how I was in the pet peeves post. Let’s get in here and out of here.

Related: Unfollowing People That Post Newborn Babies On Social Media, They're All Ugly

Writing Prompt: Post 5 things that make you laugh-out-loud.

It doesn’t take much to send me cackling and sending someone sitting next to me out of their seat. At a moment’s notice, I’ll yelp and my arm will extend to connect with whomever’s nearest. That being the case, why am I drawing a blank?

Oh, I know. Once again, that darn Granny.

1.A Sassy pants grandma

My 82-year-old grandmother with early onset dementia, who has been telling people she’s 28 (jokingly, but sometimes acting like she believes it), that doesn’t care WTF she says. Well, she cares, but I think she doesn’t always realize. For example, a “will you look at her head?! goodness!” in a not-so-low volume as we walk directly past a lady having a more-than-bad hair day.

@tekeyakrystal i love when old ppl keep it real #grandmasoftiktok #funnygrandma #caribbean #familyvacation #funnyoldlady #OutlanderChallenge #ilovemygrandma #granny ♬ original sound - T.K.

Above is one of Granny Mable’s many funny moments I happened to catch on camera (@tekeyakrystal TikTok).

2. My mother reenacted by her sister

My mother is a hoot all her own, but it especially tickles me when my Teedie (as we call aunts in New Orleans) impersonates her. As we were leaving the bowling alley a few days ago, I wish I would’ve caught it on video, but by the time I’d caught my breath from cackling, the moment had passed. My Teedie Terri was telling the story of my mother checking, then choking, a lady behind an unpaid loan.

3. Making fun of hypersensitive people

When I was in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, my cousin’s baby’s daddy exposed me to comedian George Carlin, and oh, what a delight?! He was immediately my vibe when he began ragging on how stinking hypersensitive the world is becoming, resulting in idiotic soft language.

4. People making fun of me (accurately)

It really tickles me when people accurately tease me. “Yeah, I left T.K. over there talking to a brick wall.” That’s funny. Lord knows I’m good for sparking up conversation with anybody.

“Uhnt uhn, juicy mouth, not over my food!” This is a tad embarrassing.. My salivary glands tend to overproduce.

“Well dang, you ‘bout know my whole life story and social security number; tf is even your last name?!” This one is especially tickling because it’s touching. At a glance, being extremely outgoing, I can seem open or oversharing. People with a keener eye, however, will notice that I’m pretty closed off and highly selective about what I choose to share and with whom I choose to share. It’s humorous when someone catches this and calls me out on it.

5. A real knee-slapper movie

Most movies that intend to be comedy, like anything with Kevin Hart in it, don’t evoke a single chuckle from my belly. However, the few that do, do! I’m no film fanatic. I can’t recall movies like magic bunnies out of a hat. I know there have been some where I actually LOL’d though. Hm, I think Life was one. Hey, it’s been a minute. Okay, yep, yep, just looking for a gif to embed into this blog post, Life is definitely a movie that makes me laugh aloud.

Life Movie Eddie Murphy GIFfrom Life Movie GIFs

Ah-hee, ah-hee, ah-hee! [inserts bunny] That’s all folks!

Check out more of this 30-day writing challenge, with a range of prompts producing my laugh-out-loud responses, by clicking here.

Real B*tches F*ck With Me

30-Day Writing Challenge, Day 27

That’s wild. I’m really nearing the end. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. After today, of course. And then, I have to go back and do days 12, 18, 22, and 24. And after that, I’ll do a summary page, listing all the writing prompts of this 30-day writing challenge, including a hyperlink to each corresponding blog post. Goodness. Looks like I’m not that near the end after all. That’s what happens when I don’t crack open my planner for weeks; I don’t realize how unproductive I’ve been. But, we’re not going to get on the topic of productivity (or the lack thereof) because we talked about that yesterday.

Related: A Gluttonous, Procrastinating Princess

What are we talking about today?

Writing Prompt: Conversely, write about something that’s kicking a** right now.

These transitions just write themselves, don’t they?

Last night this time, I was sobbing on my keys about my lack of productivity in pursuit of my passions. That’s an area of my life that has quite a bit of room for improvement. When I think about an alternate area of my life, where I’m doing my thug-thizzle, it would have to be relationships. My romantic life is on the up and up, but don’t quote me on this a week from now because Lord knows it’s good for fluctuating. And, I’d have to pay myself on the back in the friends department of relationships as well.

Blatantly honest with myself and others, in a previous blog post of this 30-day writing challenge, I told you how I’m All F*cked Up, especially when it comes to vulnerability. I tend to be closed off, and/or withhold, when it comes to deeper or softer emotions. As of late, it seems I’ve had a bit of a turnaround. I’ve made conscious efforts to think about how I feel and share those feelings when appropriate. Writing has helped considerably… dare I say, tremendously, even! What else could it be? I spill words on paper, and in turn, that habit has spilled over into my everyday life. My body is even more open, more receptive. I still have a tendency to be on edge, but I’m readily able to find calm in my physical.

Being more vulnerable, having a better relationship with me, has allowed me to have a better relationship with others. I’ve long been a good friend to others, but now I’m learning how to let people be a good friend to me. And, respecting myself enough to distance myself from those who are not.

My relationships are good.

Real n***** f*** with me, and I don't give a f*** who don't
- Lil’ Wayne

People really f*ck with me, and I’m learning to care less about those who don’t. I want to give my energy where my energy is being reciprocated. I want to be loved the way I love. And that’s what it seems I’m achieving in my relationships right now. It’s possible I’ve had this, but had to pull out some weeds to better admire my beautiful garden.

We’re watering one another. We’re growing. We’re glowing. And whoever is not, is going.

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