When Mofo'n Matchmaking Goes Wrong

What’s up Mofo-ville?



A couple of housekeeping things to talk about first:

Bloggers we are at the halfway mark for this month so I do hope you have already posted one blog for the #mofobloggerschallenge for September. If you need a reminder: Post 2-3 posts this month to get those creative juices flowing..any topic, just make sure you have a blog to participate cuz nawl you ain’t posting on mine! *I kid—I always welcome guest bloggers*

Secondly, in my quest to leap..no jump.. escape.. hell IDK what the best word is but get the entire hell out of television news sums it up, I have discovered that perhaps it is the name MOFO that can be off-putting..with that said, my @mofochronicles twitter handle will be changing to @meikchronicles in the next few days and eventually this blog will phase into that when I get the time to do it..but don’t look for it anytime soon LOL #cuztrife.


Alright now that we have that taken care of—let’s proceed.

Y’all know I love doing interviews right? I thought this time I’d tell you a story about the time I finally met one of my interviewees face to face and well, let’s just say, it was EVERYTHING but at the same well.. lemme just tell the story and let you judge for yourself.

Who is it Meik?

I’m glad you asked, BUT y’all know I can’t tell you WHO it was, but maybe when I’m old and gray and write a book about it, you’ll find out.

Picture this—I had initially done the interview via phone and we hit it off and made plans to hang out if he was ever in town. Most of the time when folks make these empty plans I just agree knowing I have no plans to leave my couch either. This dude actually came thru so win for him! We hung out, chatted, laughed, and discussed some industry ish.. not on a best friend level or anything… but chile.. the next day.. we had plans to meet up and schedules conflicted so it didn’t happen UNTIL he says he’s at the hotel chilling and I should meet his boy.



Um.. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH.. whet?

Now, *scratches head* you have known me all of 2-3 days and now you want me to meet your boy?

So me being me..asks FUH WHAT? TO INTERVIEW?

He responds with –“or whatever”

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.



Y’all know what is about to happen don’t you? I don’t even have to finish this foolishness.

BUT I’m all about this “try something new, keep an open mind” bull ish lately so I figure, what’s the harm in seeing who his boy is???Because after all, what if this person can set me on the road to TV news freedom or he could be the prince charming I've been waiting for, or better yet, …eh I got nothing else. Needless to say I went.

I get to the hotel and it’s like some secret ops type of ish.. very hush hush.. one text every 10 minutes on where to go once I get there. Everything in my soul is screaming getcho arse back in the car and go home. It is 1 in the dayum morning..WHAT ARE YOU DOING? But me being me, I don’t listen. I even heard my grandma’s voice telling me to get in the car and take it on back to the house, but nope I don’t listen. I hop on the elevator and go up to the top floor..it’s eerie quiet up there. Lawd, am I about to be KILT? I lightly tap on the door.. this fool opens it a lil bit.. I push the door like who the hell is in here? Let me walk on in..see what's goings on..




I see a chick sitting at the table..but I don’t see another dude. Now.. I don’t get down with the lady on lady action but if you do that’s cool but for me and my household HELL NAWL. So he lets me in the door and I look around this big arse suite and I don’t see not a nar nother person in there. Is he trying to hook a threesome up? Cuz nawl.. I’m sure that is NOT in the abstinence rule book that I currently adhere to.. again WHY AM I HERE?



He then says his boy is in the bathroom, he’ll be out in a minute.

Hmmm.. ok.. my first thought is .. does he have bubble guts cuz at this point I’ve been here at least 5 min and he still hasn’t materialized. So I sit and chat with the chick at the table and realize oooooooh she is a groupie… now I’m intrigued. I can’t say that I’ve ever chatted with a groupie whose sole purpose is to hunch a celebrity for the evening.. just as I’m bout to put on my interviewing hat.. 10 min have gone by and the bathroom door opens and a child walks out.

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Ok.. he wasn’t a child but he was the size of one. So I just keep on talking because this clearly is not the dude homie wanted me to meet. COULD NOT BE.

Because this is me..

You know it was.

I stand up towering over him..and I’m 5’5 so….. take what you will with that..

Y’all. I just…

I’m just not sure what is happening here or why?! *fights air*

He reaches to shake my hand and I’m a little funny acting when it comes to germs and shaking hands when you just came out the bathroom..nawl bruh. *insert head nod* what up tho?

So we all sit down at the table and chat.. I think dude needs a booster seat cuz without me looking under the table, I’m pretty sure his feet aren’t touching the ground, but he looks like the table is swallowing him up. But, me being the nice person I am, we chat a little bit about his career which by the way I thought he had just started out on the journey since he said he wasn’t making a lot of $$ and then he tells me he’s been doing it for 15 years..hell sir do you work in tv news too? Cuz..

Anyhoo as we are talking I notice my new buddy ole pal has moved onto to canoodling with this groupie chick and it now makes sense why I’m there. I am the “get my boy outta my way so I can get with this chick” card…and since I have no plans to entertain small fry, I do the next best thing.

*yawn* and claim I have to get up early in the mawnin so I must go!

While I think I’m shaking dude off my trail, he flips it and volunteers to walk me to the car. So off we go.. 4’9 (ok I’m exaggerating maybe he was 5 feet tall) and me—looking like I’m walking with my 9 year old son to the car. So I keep telling him it was nice that he offered to walk me to the car, but really I’m LITERALLY a big girl and can make it the last few steps to the car. BUT NO.. NAWLLLLLLL.. He wants to be a gentlemen. Now men, sometimes, just take the hint, be that triflin negro and just go when we say go.. this only makes it harder and you are still gonna get curved.

So we get to the car.. I open my car door.. he leans in like he’s gonna hug my waist.. I pull my best MJ Smooth Criminal lean to dodge it, throw out my hand and say nice to meeeeeet yeeewwwwwwww! BYEEE!!!




Don’t judge me like this. I see you reading this with judgement all in your eyeballs. I SEENT IT.

Just know.. that I was soooo mad at my new celebrity friend over this mess but decided you know what…. Sometimes it’s adventures like these that are needed to shake things up a bit and add a LITTLE …u know lemme just stop..I was mad..for about a day or two lol The end.



Lesson Learned: While this dude may not have turned out to be a love connection, or even a potential interview.. he was really cool— so if he's reading this I do hope he is chuckling.. but the whole incident was hilarious and you know, I think it’s still okay to have an open mind, but—look here—if you just met me… don’t try hooking me up with someone..YOU DO NOT KNOW ME AND THE TYPES OF FOOTBALL PLAYER BUILD TYPE OF MENS I LIKES LOL

~Meik

Mofo'n Birthday Reflections

*tip toes in* I know..I know..but heyyyyy Mofo-ville! I know it's been a minute since I've posted but I'm baaack (for now lol). Let's get this out of the way before I jump into the point of this blog--this month I challenge all the triflin bloggers like myself to post at least 2-3 blogs to get our creative juices flowing and bring our blogs back to life. Any topic is cool..just make sure you have your own blog to post on! Be sure to share your links with me either in the comments or on social media.. cool? Cool.

Now..let's get into my first post of the month. September is my birthday month..GO VIRGOS! With my birthday right around the corner (9/11) I have been going between sitting in a corner rocking and crying that I'm getting older than I'm ready for and wondering where in the hell I went wrong because I still am not where I thought I would be at this age and trying to look back over the years to see if I have learned any dayum thing at all.

What you talking about Meik?

I'm glad you asked! Bear with me..this blog is a look back on the things that I have learned so far in my 30's. (I think I just low key told y'all I'm old! LOL)

1. Everybody is not your friend:

Allow me to elaborate. If you can't pick up the phone in a time of need and call certain folks--cuz they either send you to voice mail, ignore your texts, or hell change their number.. more than likely--that ain't ya friend. If they can't support you and have your back or even just shoot the ish with you--nawl ain't ya friend. Several folks I THOUGHT were friends over the years..just weren't..they were acquaintances that I now keep at a distance. (look at yourself and wonder if that's you LOL)--not everybody wants to see you succeed so some will tell you they will help you..and then lo and behold they get missing until they need something. Others just want you to be their sounding board and could give two damns about what you are going through.. again..not your friend.

2. Forgiveness is necessary:

I have held on to so much hurt and anger over King Mofo (he's the one that broke my lil heart into 1000000001 pieces and why I started blogging) anyhoo.. that hurt and anger got me nowhere..Unfortunately it took until just a year or so ago before I finally really realllllllly got some closure and was able to look him in the face and realize he ain't what I want or need anymore so I let go and forgave him and them trifling hoes he cheated on me with. See....okay maybe I still have a smidgeon of petty left.



3. Family is Everything!

Losing all of my grandmothers (I had 3--one was a step-grandparent) over the last few years has made me realize that work is work.. it will be there..family won't. I wish I could take back every single time I missed a family gathering, holiday, visits..all that because I had to work. I also realized that taking it back now won't bring them back but I sure wish I had those extra memories. So now I try to cherish every moment spent with family even when they tick me off to high heaven.

4. Embrace who you are:

For years I have struggled with weight, my self-esteem (a mofo cheating on you will do that ish to you --see more petty) and really trying to figure out just WHO Meik is..and by gawd I think I figured it out finally and am able to accept that this is me.....take me as a I am..a little pudgy in the middle (thanks fibroids) with a slight limp, and I'm a Jackson family loving, old school music loving chick that collects vinyl, and I'm a cheerleading judge that loves to write..I'm a lil shy..I cuss a lil bit..but I luh God.



5. This season of single is here for a reason:

Like most, I'm OVER being single and have been single for hell *counts* well a lot of years.. but one thing that I am sure of is..I needed to be single because I wasn't healed from the demise of my previous 8 year relationship. I needed to get to know me, heal, and figure out what it is I'm actually really looking for and throw away the 50 mile long list that I had of my requirements for a mate.. cuz lawd knows half of these mofos I went out with didn't even meet the top 5 --eh you live and learn I guess. Going into this next year has me excited about the possibilities that maybe just maybe bae is right around the corner!

6. I am not built for the hoe stroll:
I'm not knocking anyone who is comfy and prefers to go the casual sex route with any and everyone that tickles their genitals but for me and my household..nawl. After my breakup and trying to basically replace what I thought I had lost--I realized that this ain't for me.. I prefer to be in a relationship and not deal with all the "oooh catching feelings but I still wanna play games and have drama" ish-- so much so that I have been abstaining for quite some time (yearssss actually--judge if you want to chile) -- The struggle of abstaining is real when you have a fine arse dude that can hold a conversation and has a twinge of act right in front of you.. but ahem.. let me focus.. stimulate me mentally and then we'll see where it goes physically mmmk?



7. Hone your craft and don't be ashamed of it!

Like I said before I didn't really tap into my writing much until I got my heart broken repeatedly--and even then it took a while to find my voice. During my writing journey I stumbled upon something else I love besides blogging and that is doing interviews and telling the stories of some of our favs from back in the day..and even some of the current stars. Each interview that I have done has taught me lessons, I've made some great friends along the way, and more doors have opened. However, I don't get too comfortable--I still work my arse off to make sure I'm delivering a top notch quality interview--I do my research--I go to you guys to see what you want to know..and I wave my magic wand of words to make sure I make the subject and myself look like we have some sense.. basically hone your damn craft--but know that the work is never done..keep at it! I got picked on a lot for the types of interviews I chose to do..but look who ended up in Vanity Fair..where you at bruh?

8. Eating humble pie isn't as tasty as you'd like but it's needed:

Chile that Facebook "On This Day" feature will reveal all kinds of ish..for me it's shown me that from 2008-2012 I was an unbearable cocky arse mofo. Lemme explain-- appearing on a national television show in 2007 low key blew my head up but what humbled me a lil bit was not being able to find a job because of my portrayal on the show. Fast forward a few years because I still thought I WAS EVERYTHANG-- fibroids said "hey girl.. you think you bad..lemme add on some weight" ..and take it a step further get them thangs removed and then I'm half arse cripple.. I believe I have eaten a big arse piece of humble pie. I quickly humbled myself when I couldn't walk..couldn't do the things I used to..(see other blogs for the deets) but I literally had to realize that patience is a virtue and I needed to calm my arse down and stop being so... just..ughhhh thank goodness for growth right?

9. Sometimes YOU get in the way:

Sometimes the biggest obstacle in our way is well... US. I have an opportunity looming ahead of me now and I keep talking myself out of it cuz.. well I guess I like road blocks or something but maybe it's my virgo nature to look at things from all angles..but either way I'm in my own way. I have missed countless opportunities --because I was scared. Fear is a mofo.. but I have learned you have to get out of your own way! Step out on faith! (that really sounds good when I type it out but....)

10. Lastly, pretty boys ain't ish! LOL Just kidding! Seriously, this one is I have learned to walk away when it is evident that your crush is just not that into you. STORY OF MY LIFE CHILE!:

If you follow me on social media, you know I stay with a list of crushes..but there are a couple that I have had for a long time that reach all the way back to high school (let me just pause right here to say them mofos aged like fine wine and look so delicious but I digress).. and while it took me a long time to realize it, I finally said 'bish if he was interested, you wouldn't have to dayum reach out to him all the time, you wouldn't get stood up every time y'all make "plans," and he would actually oh I don't know... ACT interested?' Whew, another tough pill to swallow but a much needed slap in the face. Don't waste your time on mofos that ain't interested and don't want you. In the end, you are the only one who is walking around with hurt feelings and a pity party.


The ultimate lesson for me is to live life to the fullest and enjoy every single moment and not to give one hot darn about what anyone says.. I'm me.. take it or mofo'n leave it.



Of course there are more lessons but I thought I'd share some of them with you guys. Hopefully you learned something as well :)

So tell me dear readers..what are some lessons that you have learned in the past 5-10 years?

Bloggers--I will be looking for your posts this month!

Until Later..

~Meik

Doves Are Mofo'n Crying and So Am I

Dig if you will the picture...

No.. there's no kissing going on but I do have several things running through my mind so bear with me.

What's wrong Meik?

I'm glad you asked!

Prince.is.gone. MY HAIR & SHOE IDOL DONE WENT TO GLORAAAAYYYYYY jeeezus




Even as I type that I can't believe it. Most of you know that I am a HUGE MJ fan, but you probably don't realize I do love me some Prince and I can say that I am absolutely glad that I got to see him in concert when he came to NC in 2011. Best concert ever.

When I heard the news I was getting ready to leave for work, and I started getting tweets asking me if it was true? Of course they were cryptic so I ASSume they meant something else..like did I find a bae? Is it true? Which we all know is a crock of ish. So I started scrolling thru my TL and see the mentions of Prince..I hop over to FB and see that TMZ has posted that the Purple One was indeed the one that was found dead at Paisley Park. *moment of silence as I slide down the wall again*

Prince may be the reason I have an affinity for pretty men...then you bring along El Debarge, Al B. Sure!, Christopher Williams, and Ginuwine and you understand right? Baby hair on a grown man.. chile...

Anyway.. needless to say SHOCKED...STUNNED... and any other word you can imagine is how I felt. This past week started off with the death of the ex's aunt that I told ya'll about before a few years ago, I adored that lady..she always treated me like family and I love her for that. Then the anniversary of the death of my grandma was next which always sends me into fits of WHYYYYYY CANT MY GRANDMA BE HERE?! .. then Prince died..ALL THIS IN THE SAME DAYUM WEEK!!!!! If you saw me walking around like a zombie with swollen eyes and bags under em..now you know why.

Back to Prince.. I can remember riding the school bus and the conversations would be "who is your boyfriend... Prince or MJ..pick one." Of course I always picked MJ but hell you can't go wrong with either choice. I think my love of MJ ran deeper since that is the music I heard the most in our house. My deddy played the Purple Rain album, had the poster in our basement and I would gaze at it.. wondering the story behind it because the poster was odd to me, but I knew I loved the Purple Rain album. My cousin was and is a die hard fan so whenever he came over, that's all we heard..Prince..Prince..Prince...hell even at his wedding..it was literally so much purple I thought doves were going to start crying.



Anytime Prince or MJ was on television my parents would let me watch their performance, but I think I was a little too young then to really understand just how talented Prince was as a musician, but I knew I wanted a Red Corvette cuz he sang about it, and I wanted to party like it's 1999 in the 80s cuz Prince said so. I wanted to see this Purple Rain he spoke off but when I went outside it was never that color..maybe it doesn't change colors here in NC chile but anyway..I was always super shy growing up but watching both MJ and Prince and hearing about how shy they were gave me some kind of push to drop that shyness when I cheered in front of hundreds of people every week for 12 years.. off the field, you couldn't get me to look you in the eye or speak more than "TREE" words (I'm sorry I gotta keep using Birdman's ignate arse language lol) but on the field..I stepped into my performer mode and transformed into a completely different person. Those two artists, showed me that it's okay to be different, and munk what people say about you...just study your craft and keep getting better at it. That's what I did.. most of the time, while folks were out being fast arses running the streets, I was at home trying to perfect new jumps, teaching myself how to aerials (it's a damn wonder I didn't break my f'n neck doing this ish on concrete but anyhoo)...u get the point.. just like the great artists--I wanted to be great in cheerleading.. and as I got older the same mentality with my writing. THAT is why I'm always like "I'm busy..I'm writing.. I can't..I'm writing.. Nawl.. I gotta write.." and why I constantly have my head in a book or at the WRECKA STOW.. I want to be the great just like they were. I had also hoped that one day in my lil writing career that I could interview Prince --but I knew it was a long shot but it was still a goal that will remain unfulfilled. The amount of artists that I have interviewed over the years that say Prince influenced them is amazing..even some of the old school artists tip their hats to him, so that tells you right there the man was talented.



Anyhoo.. seeing Under the Cherry Moon at 8 years old left an impression..eh well the first one being..did my mama n'em know what I was coming to see? The second was.. gawd dawg Prince is fine and how can he walk in those shoes?! LOL Fast forward years later.. over the weekend I finally got to see Purple Rain in the theater for the first time. I've seen it on television many times over the years but seeing it on the big screen was amazing. It felt like a concert with the audience up dancing in the aisles, singing, and shouting I LOVE YOU PRINCE! I was mesmerized by his performance in the film and walked away feeling like I needed to purify myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka--because it hit me.. Prince really is gone. I didn't really cry until that night after reading that he had been cremated and I'm like I JUST SAW HIM IN PURPLE RAIN (leave me alone with my logic mmmmk?) and I sobbed..ugly crying thinking this amazing musician has left an incredible legacy for us..he had such an impact on the music of our generation and well I'm not even going there putting this trap music ish on him..but the influence he had on some of my favs is evident and I thank Prince for sharing his gift with us. I also thank him for the gift of shade..cuz BABBAYYYYYYY that man could shade the entire ish out of someone with one look and I was here for it. I already miss seeing his tweets on my timeline..and me wondering why won't someone teach him how to use twitter so he isn't replying to himself LOL but anyhoo.. part of our childhood is gone... MJ, Whitney, and now Prince...and for just a little while I have felt like music died..until I turned on the radio and realized it ain't dead..they left us alllllll this music to listen to so we aren't forced to listen to this generations weird non talented arse music.



I'm starting to ramble so I gotta wrap this up... Prince worked hard to protect his music and keep his ish off the internet..and the minute he died, mofos started posting ish up on YouTube--videos, performances, and more. I for one can't make myself even watch any of that stuff, it feels absolutely disrespectful after he fought so hard to keep it off there. While I may be in the minority in this.. that's my way of continuing to pay respect to an icon.

Rest in Peace Purple One :(


Do you have a favorite Prince song?

~Meik

Love, Peace, and Mofo'n Soul

The Hippest Trip in America has come to a screeching halt.. well at least for me and several other writers for SoulTrain.com.



What happened Meik?

I'm glad you asked. Last week, BET Networks announced they had purchased Soul Train which signaled the end of a chapter for me and my fellow writers.



I started writing for Soul Train in 2011--Daron Jones from 112 was my very first interview. I recall sitting in his studio freaking out and sweating profusely, fumbling and not even knowing how to record the dang interview. He made it fun and I got through it and it was just what I needed to ignite my writing career for the next 5 years.

I always watched Soul Train growing up (and hell still do..if a rerun comes on--I'm glued to the television as if this is the first time I've seen the episode with the dancers, performances, scramble board, and the oh so cool Don Cornelius). I knew one thing from watching this show was that I wanted to be a dancer and go down the Soul Train line popping as hard as I can on stilettos wearing a sports bra and leggings like Rosie Perez with long hair to swing around hitting folks in the face like Cheryl Song.



I wanted to be in the audience watching the performers up close and personal..and if I couldn't do that, I wanted to be just like Don Cornelius and do allllll the interviews!



I guess in a way I got my wish. I could never have imagined that me..MEIK.. would have the opportunity to write for an iconic brand...a legend..I can't even put into words what this meant to me. I never would have thought that my ride with Soul Train would come to an abrupt end in 2016 and I'd be sitting here mourning like a close relative passed away. So instead of me sniffing and snotting I thought I'd write about a few memorable interviews and opportunities that I had thanks to Soul Train. From red carpets, to sneaking to do interviews in my car at work, to forming long lasting relationships and friendships. Soul Train has been so much fun! So here we go:



1. I interviewed my elderly bae in 2013 and if you follow me on social media then you already know this is Billy Dee Williams. The moment my phone rang and he said Hello.. I think I slid to the floor.. that man's voice is still so smooth and suave and I tried my hardest to come up with more questions just to keep hearing him talk. The best part..was he was so impressed that I knew about his jazz album that he released in the early 60s. Even better was the follow up email from his publicist saying they loved the article.

2. I covered my first Red Carpet in 2012 in Atlanta--listen y'all... all my life I have wanted to be on somebody's red carpet doing interviews and thanks to Soul Train..that dream came true multiple times. This first time was very shaky, but luckily I had my homie that runs the Sound-Savvy blog close by and showing me the ropes. I got to meet and chat with several artists and luckily I left just in time because I do believe they started shooting at the awards that evening lawd. This is why we can't have nice things.

3. 2012 I also dragged Tevin Campbell out of his hiding place in to do an exclusive interview..and it's so funny it's coming full circle because he's finally releasing new music this week and guess who has an interview?! Tevin was one of the most humble people to talk to, I just wanted him to sing Can weeeeee talllllk?! But anyhoo..

4. Joe Jackson, La Toya Jackson, Jackie Jackson--Y'all know I LOVE MY MOFO'N JACKSONS! Being able to interview these three were definitely highlights for me. When the Jacksons launched the Unity Tour--I drove my arse to Atlanta with a 101 temp to sit out in the blazing sun to write a review. As for Joe Jackson, I'm kicking myself in the butt for forgetting to hit record during most of the interview..I was just sooooo drawn into what he was saying and the fact of THIS IS MICHAEL N'EM DEDDYYYYYY on this phone!

5. Big. Daddy. Kane. I don't need to say anything else.

6. L.C. Cooke--Sam Cooke's younger brother. This was absolutely one of my favorite interviews. Why? I love Sam Cooke duhhhh but seriously--I worked on this interview for years to set this up. His nephew told me LC was on his death bed, and I had just about given up hope when I got a message from his publicist to set it up. Mr. Cooke had so many amazing memories and recall everything just like it happened a year ago. I was so happy he finally released his album that got shelved after Sam's death.

7. Meeting Ron Isley lawwwd.. that was an experience I will never forget. Mr. Biggs was totally not Mr. Biggs at all and was so very humble and gracious. Through that meeting I found one of the folks that travels with him used to work for Jackie Wilson. Ya'll know I love me some Jackie Wilson so I was alllllllllll in for this convo.

8. Covering the Steve Harvey Neighborhood Awards was huge to me. I covered it for two years in Atlanta. I thought that I'd never get to be on a red carpet again thanks to my nerve damage, but when I tell you my leg and I worked that carpet on out in 2014 and was stronger and could last longer in 2015 bishhhhhhh I was soooo happy! I got kisses on the face from Shemar Moore.. and really that's all that needs to be said.



9. Writing for Soul Train also allowed me to reconnect with Case who was my very first celeb interview back in 199--err ya'll don't need to know the exact year. I was so excited to hear he was still putting out new music!

10. Covering Funk Fest and some other concerts and events allowed me to come face to face with some amazing artists--like MC Lyte, Tamar Braxton, Uncle Luke, Jodeci, Mint Condition, 2 Live Crew, Ginuwine, Noel Gourdin, Dennis Edwards, Otis Williams, Eric Roberson, Jeff Redd, Hi Five, H-Town, Glenn Lewis, Jon B, Keke Palmer, Big Bub, Me'lissa Morgan, Anthony Hamilton..the list goes on and on.

One of the things I loved about Soul Train is that I could tell the stories of those artists that were around in a time when the internet wasn't popping. I wanted to tell their stories so that folks today would know where the music hails from. I wanted to give these legends their flowers now..not later when it won't matter.

Now I didn't always chat with music folks, but I also chatted with some entertainment industry folks from Mr. Eddie Ray, to Devon Franklin, Orlando Jones to Bentley Kyle Evans and hearing their stories about their journey to success was inspiring.

During my tenure with Soul Train I also learned a lot about myself. Every interview was an opportunity to absorb and grow, every interaction was a chance to learn a lesson to carry me through to the next time, and as my writing improved, so did my interviewing skills (when I tell you it was painful in the first year chile..). More importantly, I learned that this is what I love. Not just writing and interviewing, but actually being excited to share these stories with y'all and hope that you too can take away something more than just ooooh they got a new song, or oooooh they have a new show. There is a lesson in everything but y'all don't hear me tho!

So while my ride with Soul Train may have pulled into the train depot for a stop.. I'm hoping BET revives the website to keep the brand alive. If not, I know that I can at least say I am grateful to have had the opportunity to write for such a legendary brand that has been around for years.


Thank you Soul Train. Thank you to all of the artists and everyone I interviewed, all of the publicists and managers..hell just anyone who contributed to my ride on Soul Train. I appreciate you more than you know!

As for my next move: "It's gonna be a stone gas, honey!" stay tuned.



~Meik

Dating While Mofo'n Degreed Up

Happy April Mofos!



I guess since I asked bloggers to get off their arse and post THREE blogs to their personal blogs this month, I should do the same huh?

Who knew being educated could throw a kink in the dating matrix?

What you mean Meik?

I'm so glad you asked!

About a year ago, I met this cutie while I was moving..he was one of the guys that came to pick up my Goodwill donation--and could hold a convo and seemed like he had some sense. After all, he had saved me from the neighborhood rapper named Mac N Cheez that wouldn't get out of my driveway. (That's a story for another day chile) So we exchanged info with plans to go out.



For the next couple of weeks, we chatted on the phone, he hit me with "Good Morning" texts every morning.. it was cute. Then I realized, we never really talked outside of his work day. So I would hit him up in the evenings while I was work around 7pm...and he wouldn't answer until the next day claiming he went to sleep when he got off work at 4pm.



So anyway one day he was asking me about my writing and what I hoped to do with it. I was explaining to him how I got started blogging and took a break once I was in grad school but have been slack ass ever since.

Crickets....

HELLO???

Him: Uhhh, You went to Grad School? You have a Master's Degree?

Me: Yeah I did and I do.

Him: I gotta go.

Click and Curved.

W
T
F
????????????????

This is new. I've never been cut off and hung up on for having a degree..let alone TWO of them mofos. I mean, wow.. welp NEXT.



About a week goes by and he hits me up and says he's been going through some things, and wrecked his car and blah blah blah. No mention of the degree, but then he keeps talking about how much he wants to own his own trucking company..now I'm all for someone bettering themselves so I played cheerleader and gave him the Rah Rah You Can Do It speech...and then I thought wayment..this mofo hung up on me cuz I have the nerve to have degrees and he made the choice not to go to college...so is that my fault? We never discussed it because..first he FINALLY told me that he does have a child... at the time the baby was about 2 months old and chile you know where there's a baby...there's a mother not too far behind and now it's making sense so I brought up the fact that he was never available after 4pm..and we had still not gone out on this so called "date."

Me: So why is it we never talk except when you are at work?

Him: You know what ..we gonna have to change that.



That's the last time we talked LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I figured this was more about his arse tryin to be a playa playa and not really about the education level gawd.

Anyhoo I went to an event last night called Saved Single and Serious...and got into a discussion with a guy I met there along with a couple of my blogger buds and he told us that we all sounded the same. "Y'all sound alike." HUH?! We ain't even from the same places sir..whatchu mean?

"Y'all sound (he looks around) you know.... like y'all are educated and that can be very intimidating to men."

Jeezus..here we go.

I'm fed up. I can't get ahead in my personal life cuz mofos intimidated by some education and I can't find a new mofo'n job cuz I have too much education according to some of the mofos. HELP.

My longest relationship was with a guy that didn't have his degree and it wasn't an issue.. his peen being stuck in everybody was the problem but I digress. I'm not that chick that is stuck on a mofo having 50'levum degrees.

I guess I don't get the new fangled ish... are we supposed to be dumb and pretty b/c if so..I'm gonna have to pass. I worked hard for my degrees and bruh, I'm not going to apologize for it. Nor do I walk around with it on my sleeve that I have those degrees.. if you ask, I'll tell you..the end. Men, what are you NOT intimidated by? From the event, I gathered that men are intimidated by large groups of women, they scurred of rejection, scurred to ask chicks out these days, scurred of someone being smarter, making more money, and on and on.. goooooood got ole mighty!

Lesson Learned: Hell I don't know. I got nuthin for y'all except mofos need to stop being so scary acting. A lil education ain't never hurt a soul..and who cares if you have one or you don't.. your character and whether or not you are triflin as hell and have goals and some sense matter. Hell help me pay these student loans so I know it's real :)




So.. lemme know what have been your edu-ma-cated dating experiences?

Until Later
-Meik

Mofo'n Stood Up Shenanigans

I.
AM.
TRIFLIN!



Now that we've gotten that out of the way..HEYYYYYYY MOFO-VILLE!

I know it's been a minute but hey when you have 50'levum paying jobs, your personal blog takes a bit of a back seat. However, I see that I'm not the only one so I'd like to issue a challenge to my fellow bloggers.. for the month of April..let's vow to do at least THREE blogs next month! You in? Tweet and lemme know @Mofochronicles or post in the comments...let's hold each other accountable!

Now..in today's post..I want y'all to turn to the Book of Mofos That Don't Do What They Say They Gonna Do, Chapter:5 Scripture1: THOU SHALL NOT SET UP A DATE IF THOU DO NOT PLAN TO GO ON IT.



Raise your hand when you get there.

What happened Meik?

I'm glad you asked.

So, since I've entered the dating arena since King Mofo ruined all my marriage plans (LOL) and dreams of marrying in my 20's n ish.. I've seen my share of mofo-ish antics, well hell the blog is the proof. I've been asked on dates, and while they may not have been the best dates, they were dates that showed up and showed the f out. I've been asked on dates that well, have left me sitting here waiting and waiting and waiting...and..well you get the point. The mofo is a no call, no show.

Let's dig into this "let's stand my date up" phenomenon. WHAT IS THE DAYUM POINT?

1. If you don't want to go out, here's a thought; DON'T ASK FOR A DATE!

2. If you do want to go out and plans change, say your babysitter cancels, you get hit by a truck, teeth fall out (thanks twitter lol), or you get called into work unexpectedly, or you have the boo boo's and can't leave the toilet--a simple text, call, smoke signal will do. DO NOT TWEET OR FB THAT ISH! Make is personal :)

3. If you have a bae, but you aren't willing to claim that bae, your arse shouldn't be asking nobody to go no dayum where but that bae.

4. Falling asleep is not an excuse. If your arse is that tired, then you need to cancel that date well in advance (hours prior) and take yo arse to bed. WE betta not see you making it rain on IG.

5. Prior to the date, confirm the deets--time, place, who gonna pick up who..or if you are meeting.. or here's a thought..if you need to change some ish!

I recently got asked to go to lunch by a guy I've had a crush on for years! I was ELATED! He finally noticed that I am potential bae!



Well, I knew what was up when I didn't get a confirmation or anything prior to, I knew what was coming because I admit, this ish has happened multiple times with this dude...but just like Charlie Brown gets the okey doke from Lucy and that football.. I am the same dayum way. bless.

Long story short, he was a no call, no show. After being stood up multiple times over the years by various f*ck boys I have learned not to waste my gas driving anywhere until they text or call they are leaving their house and on the way. Otherwise, I'm sitting there staring at the ceiling blinking back tears wondering why I wore my suck the fat in panties and can't breathe for nothing.



So when I did I hear from this mofo? 12 hours later AFTER the fact and his response was CALL ME. Uh no sir..NO. You mofo'n pick up the phone and call me, YOU asked me to lunch YOU stood me up.. NOPE.



Here we are weeks later.. still no call...no show...no explanation.. just me....finally getting it-- he just ain't that into me..and lemme pick up my football and go home.

How do you deal with being stood up? It is an ego buster for sure, but I think over the age of 30, your arse should not be standing folks up. Be a man or a lady and pick up the phone and say "we ain't going." As for the standupee--all we can do is shake it off and not hold it against the next one..but as for me and my petty ways, I won't give another shot to a mofo that stands me up the first time.



Lesson Learned: Once a stander upper..always a stander upper-- move on. If you are actually at the spot sitting alone..hell just make it look like you meant for that to happen, order some drinks and have yourself a good arse time! Hell you never know..he or she may have been lame company anyway! :)



Until Later
-Meik

Farewell to Mofo'n 2015

Well Mofoville...another year is coming to a close and I'm still just as trifling with the spotty arse blog postings LOL



I kept thinking what do I want to say in my last post for 2015? I could rant and rave about all the things I didn't accomplish or even fight the air over the fact I'm still single but it all boils down to one thing:

I don't care.

What?! Why not Meik?

I'm glad you asked.

This year for me was about CHANGE.

I'm a stubborn ole heffa and old and set in my way so I don't fancy much change, hell joining instagram was like ripping off all my nails and pouring peroxide on em. But anyhoo... here we are.. the end of 2015.

The start of the year for me brought about a change I wasn't ready for..but I ended up being forced to move out of the townhome that I had lived in for 9 years because the owner wanted to "sell it" and ended up letting her sister move in. I cried and boo-hoo'd but in the end I realized..it was time to embrace change and besides, I had moved there.. healed my broken heart, semi-healed my leg, lost my grandma, some material items, and found me again. It was time to move on.

I moved and I'm still getting used to being in an apartment complex and it hasn't been without its challenges but hey, nobody ever said change was easy.

I still dealt with my leg issues this year--for those that don't know the story.. go back a few blogs and catch up. However, I was able to get out and cover several events from CIAA, to the Spring Jam, to Funk Fest Columbia, to the Steve Harvey Neighborhood Awards and more. Me and this leg WERKED it out ya'll hear me?! Part of that time I had a heavy boot to drag around on that leg thanks to tendon issues..but I did it!

I didn't meet my goal weight but I am ending the year 12lbs lighter than I was last year and a lot leaner with my ass kinda in a size 8 so I cannot complain amen!

Dating..well let's just skip that topic.

However I did venture to TN for homecoming for the first time in years and got to see some familiar faces and some I had no plans of seeing but God said "chile you finna deal with this NOW!"

It's been years since I have spoken one word to King Mofo since our horrid breakup and after thought fights and I hate you squabbles.. years of me wondering "what if?" "could it work again?" "do I miss him or the thought of having someone?" I got all that answered as soon as I walked smack dab into him and his entire dayum family at an event.. and I walked away feeling vindicated, feeling like I am really good and I can finally forgive, and put his non-apologetic ass in the past and move on. I wondered why he wouldn't look me in the face while talking to me, but then I realized who cares.. I's FREEEEEE!!!

Once that weight was lifted..I realized that not all change is bad. I changed my way of thinking this year..not everything is negative and bad... I find the humor and the bright side in things. I found that for me..I can embrace change and not run from it errr well walk as fast as I can with a slight limp I mean. Hell I even got bold enough to strike up a convo with my crush and well we're still at baby steps of hello and how ya doing..the small talk that I can't stand but hey it's something chile!

I started writing for Sheen Magazine, Charlotte Five, and continued on with Soul Train and WEtv and was able to meet and talk with more legends this year from Gerald Alston with The Manhattans, to Otis Williams with the Temptations and Duke Fakir with the Four Tops, shoot.. who else can say they got hit on by Otis this year! LMAOOOOOOOOO That's a whole other blog right there chile! Meeting artists like Uncle Luke, Noel Gourdin, MC Lyte, Tamar Braxton, actors and writers like Omar Gooding, Bentley Kyle Evans, Kym Whitley and more.. I have truly been in my element this year.

I say all that to say.. 2015 wasn't all bad at all. Hell, 2013 was the worst year in my book when I lost my grandma..but this year, I just remembered her words of wisdom, and thought of her every single day and realized she would want me to get off my arse and get out the house and live a little. Change ain't never hurt a soul!

I hope you all have a happy new year and an amazing 2016!

Cheers!

Meik