Happy New Me..and You..and You.. and..

*whispers* Happy New Year!!! Ok yeah, I know I'm a few weeks late but hell, who gonna check me boo?

With the new year, means new resolutions and a new you..right? How are y'all and your new selves so far? mmmk..just what I thought.

Me and my new self? Well, I decided to try weight watchers.

What?!

Yes...I said it, admitted it and will repeat it for the slow readers.. I AM DOING THE WEIGHT WATCHERS PLAN.

Well you don't look like you need to lose THAT much!

Ok I am just imagining that y'all are saying that but in reality my grandma, bless her soul would be the one telling me that, but I am only trying to lose about 15-20 lbs.. maybe..more would be cute, but I'm being realistic here..and I'm only signed up for a 3 month period LOL

Why am I trying to lose weight?

To be healthier and to feel better and well hell to look better in my clothes without all the lumps and bumpty bumps--tho I suppose spanx could help that but I'd rather not go that route just yet..

Week one wasn't so bad... except I AM HUNGRY! I cannot understand the logic in this point system, but towards the end of the week I got the hang of it and have even started turning down foods in the newsroom that I normally wouldn't turn my nose up at like donuts.. in my brain I'm calculating, if I eat that then I can't eat ish else for the rest of the day except fruit or veggies..nawl bruh..nawl..

I'm also finding that I am able to pre-plan meals because I am a creature of habit and once I start eating one thing I ride with that til the wheels fall off or I get bored with it. My biggest issue is that I hate cooking (sorry future boo that could be reading this.. I cook, but I just hate doing it.. you will still love me tho right? I have a mean takeout game chile) but anyhoo.. I am learning that there are some recipes that I can get by on.. like I haven't eaten an egg salad sammich in years.. my mama and grandma made the best ones..but a healthy version..I was like EWWWW but shockingly..it wasn't bad!

I am a snack fiend.. so giving up potato chips is just not gonna happen, then I discovered Simply Balanced Baked Sea Salt & Cracked Pepper chips *wall slides* yessssssssssss.... I think I just got a lil too excited..forgive me. I love that Weight Watchers has lots of fun snacks..especially for my sweet tooth.. those lil cakes that are enough to piss you off but also satisfy that yearning for something sweet and the ice cream.. gawd.. deelish.. and let's not forget the skinny cow variety of chocolates.. listen.. I don't need to see a peanut butter M&M ever again in life as long as I can have a caramel filled skinny cow chocolate mmk?

Water is key.. that's all I can say. You must move.. go walk or dance around the room. I am a lil limited in what I can do because of my nerve damaged leg but I have found that even my therapy exercises and my attempts at pilates and yoga and ballet stretch workouts or even limping around Target are better than just being a couch potato.

Weight loss for the first week..wasn't what I expected but some loss is better than none right? After all.. I am the ONE POUNDER of the show "I Want to Look Like A High School Cheerleader Again" and in true form.. I lost ONE dayum pound again. I'm not discouraged though because I lost inches, and my pants are a lil looser.. soooooooo the journey continues..

Onward to week 2...

Are any of you on a weight loss journey? If so.. let me know your tricks and tips and let's encourage each other!

Until Later..

Meik..

Get the hell on 2013

It's me again Mofo-ville! Yes..2x in one month *faints*



Anyhoo..as the year winds down, many of us are in a reflective state of what did I learn this year, who needs to get banT from the inner circle, what decisions did I make that backfired, and what do I need to change, or we just are recycling the same ole bs that we do at the end of every year knowing dayum hell well we ain't going to the gym, we ain't banning nobody, and we ain't gonna change LOL

For me, 2013 was absolutely one of the worst years ever. I lost my best friend, my grandmother, and I now suffer from some ish cuz of an incompetent surgeon. Loads of fun huh? But there were some highlights of 2013.. let's run down a few of those---

I got to interview some legendary folks--Billy Dee Williams, Ron Isley, Chris Jasper,Charlie Wilson Boogalo Shrimp, Glenn Jones, Jon B, Big Daddy Kane and a host of others.. AHHHHHHHHMAAAAZING!

I got a call from a magazine wanting to interview lil ole me for a job..only problem is..just like a man..they never followed up and that fizzled BUT.. it made me realize that I do have what it takes and it felt good to be wanted *twerks*

The year can't go by without learning a few things..here are the lessons that I learned:

Mofos will judge you by what you put on Social Media and ASSume that your wreckless MOUF is what you get in person.

Online dating ain't fuh me.

Having a crush has never done much for me but get my feelings CRUSHED so no need to carry that over into 2014.

You can still be cute in flats.. shorter..but cute.

Friends that uplift and encourage are the keepers ..not the ones that discourage

Some folks will always have some kind of drama surrounding them.. and ain't nothing you can say to help them ride thru the storm..they are hard headed and ain't gonna listen anyway, they are gonna ask 50'levum people their advice, get the same response, and still end up with drama..so in the end, just don't even bother giving advice to the hard headed.. they ain't gonna listen.

You can hate where you are, but respect is just a minimum.

Family is everything.

If someone doesn't like you without knowing you, that's their loss.

Forgiveness of self is essential in the forgiving process before you get over it and move forward.

Don't give your number out just b/c it might make a good blog story.. chile.... LESSON LEARNT!

People will make ASSumptions about why you are single, but you are the one that is single and you are the one living your life, not them, and you are the one that has to be comfortable and embrace it. Don't settle just b/c they think you should.

Scales are the debbil, if you look good, you'll feel good who gives a dayum what the scale says.

Hell hath no fury like an enlarged fibroid pressing on..well you get the point..

One of the highlights for me before my grandmother passed away was she told me how proud of me she was.. so going into 2014, I hope I can continue to make her proud and get off my arse and get this web series into gear! Happy New Year y'all!

Let me know what lessons you learned this year!!

-Until Later..Meik

A Christmas Wish List

Merry Christmas Mofo Chronicles Readers!

I know ya'll are probably saying "Harpo..who dis woman? She don't hardly write no mo'"

I deserve that. My sincerest apologies, but I thank y'all for sticking around and letting me get myself to and gether so that I could have a clear ...ok somewhat clear mind to get back to blogging.

So.. without further ado..here goes nothing.

Christmas time... a time for spending the holidays with your loved ones and celebrating Jesus--after all He is the reason for the season.

This is my first Christmas without my beloved grandmother. While I know in my heart of hearts she wouldn't want me down and out, rocking and sobbing in a corner, she need not worry, because I have to work and I REFUSE to let tears fall there..I'll wait til I get home LOL. But as usual I was thinking of some crazy things that happen during the holidays and it just wouldn't seem like the holidays without em..

Since I like lists..here we go:

5. Those random "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays" text messages from folks you NEVER hear from any other time of the year, and if you are like me..their number is no longer saved in your phone so you have to play that darn guessing game or you send back the generic "Same to you! How is your fam?" In hopes they will respond with some clue to who they are..but if you are also rude like I can be..you just hit em with the "WHO IS THIS?!" But since it's Christmas..that isn't nice.

4. People forever ranting and raving about people having to work on Christmas. Now, chile look.. you better be glad, doctors, nurses, emergency folks, athletes, and us journalists are working..god forbid you have an accident, get bored and want to watch football or the news?! Let's not forget the folks that don't cook.. let's say amen for the chinese restaurants that will supply us with cooked cat and dog with a side of rice and lo-mein noodles..hallelujahhhhhhhh *bangs tambourine*

3. Who can forget that drunk aunt or uncle that comes over to ruin everybody's Christmas with family secrets revealed.. you just knew there was a reason why you didn't fit in with the fam..now you know whyyyyy LOL

2. The smells of chitterlings or chit'lins as we call it, Glory greens and (I'm about to vomi-gag typing this) and those family members that know dayum hell well they can't cook, yet they volunteer to make the potato salad, mac n cheese, and any other dish they can ruin. Yet, nobody ever tells them the ish sucks..they just chew it up politely..and spit it in their napkin when no one is looking. Yum Yum!

1. Ahhhhh the joys of re-gifting. I KNOW I am not the only one that gets gifts that leave you blinking and wondering WTF am I gonna do with this..ESPECIALLY if you don't have a receipt for it. Besides, shopping in your house saves on gas and money! WIN WIN!


I pray you all have a wonderful holiday! I especially pray for strength for those that have lost someone and experiencing that first Christmas without them. I am right there with y'all.. my strength comes from God and my grandmother's spirit. Besides, I swear I heard her tell me STRAIGHTEN YOUR FACE UP!! LOL.

Merry Christmas y'all.. and I leave you with one of my fav Christmas songs:




-Until Later...

Meik

My 12 Play-My Story

Yo I got 12 things to say.. and 12 ways of saying it...

Do you mind.....if I give you some of myyyyyyyy.......12 Play???

What's up Mofoville?! It's been a long time but I AM BACK! Let's pause and bow our heads and thank God that today is the day the Lord has made, and 20 years ago on November 9, 1993, HE allowed 12 Play to come into our lives. Amen and let's body roll!

Now most of us can remember our first tapes, our first record, album, cd, and digital download purchase.. and there are some albums along the way that just hit you right in your soul and you still jam to it years later. 12 Play is one of those albums. Put aside all the legal drama that R Kelly has gone thru cuz this ain't the purpose of this post, it's a blog to celebrate all the 12 ways a mofo is supposed to love on you and sweat your baby hair out.

Do you recall when you got the 12 Play album Meik?

I'm glad you asked cuz I sho nuff do!

I recall it was a cold day in the mountains of Asheville, and it was a time in my life that cheerleading ruled everything, I ate, breathed, slept, everything cheerleading, so I was only checking for Michael Jackson songs or songs that could work for dance routines and ish at the time. Also at the time there was a well..let's just call him bugaboo that I couldn't seem to shake. He would call my house all the time ( I wish I could recall how he got my number but that's neither here nor there) and he would constantly tell me how much he liked me. He would come to our games and didn't even go to our high school, it got to be a lil much when folks would be like "Ohhhhh you are bugaboo's girl!" jflk;asdjfkl;adjf;klsdj;fjasd;fasdfsdj; <-----curses!! Nawl..Nawl..NAWL. So what it boils down to is I wasn't interested in him, and he had a bad lil habit of lying about everything. So anyway, he calls me up probably a few weeks after the album had already been released and says he has a gift for me. Yeah ok.. I know you lie. This mofo CLAIMS he walked from West Asheville to my part of town to deliver this gift (but I bet he got that arse on the bus cuz it's too cold in the mountains for all that ish) and he knocks on the door. I answer...he hands me a brown paper bag that looks like it's been thru some things and says Merry Christmas..here's your gift. I open the bag and the light shined down on the R Kelly 12 Play album. Thanks dude! But wayment.... wayyyyyyyyment.... The cover is all cracked and dented...the plastic has already been ripped off.. Ummm..... He says oh, that's the way it came. Now mind you I'm in high school at this time and may not be the brightest or the most savvy but dammit I KNOW cd's don't come like this. He mumbles and says he has to go and high tails it out of our yard. I run to my stereo to play it...................cd is scratched to the highest of high.. and I just..............well.. I guess it's the thought that counts..but who gives someone a damaged cd to prove their love or lust probably in this case?!!!! luckily my deddy did something to the cd so I could listen to it without all the skipping n ish.. tho if he knew what Kells was singing about I wonder if he'd let me listen to it? LOL.. Anyway.. Happy Anniversary 12 Play ... some of y'all were probably conceived off this joint.. This song is one of my favs off the album..do you have a fav?


Lesson Learned: Keep body rolling to 12 Play..it's the ish 20 years later.. that's how you define classic music.

Until Later..
-Meik

Reflections on Grandparents Day

What's up Mofoville?!

Happy Grandparents Day! :)

As the days turn into months, the loss of my beloved grandmother has NOT gotten easier..y'all lie :) In just a few days I'll turn 28 again..on 9/11 (shut up...I already know what you guys are thinking..just go with me on this)... and this is the first year that when I go to the mailbox, a birthday card with my grandmother's handwriting and a $5 bill won't be in there. The phone won't ring with her laughing in my ear trying to sing happy birthday, and she won't be waiting by the phone the next day to find out what birthday shennanigans I have managed to get myself into.

If that's not enough to send you down a strawberry limerita well of despair...add in the other ish going on in my life..

Not only am I STILL trying to bounce back from a simple procedure to remove fibroids back in June (that I can't really go into right now)..the hits just keep coming. And if one more mofo'n person asks me WHEN I'm coming back to the plantation I just might snap.

But this blog isn't about the dark tunnel that I am currently in..it is really to just honor Grandparents Day. Hell, I didn't know that existed until today, I celebrate my grandparents everyday.

Granted the past few weeks I have cried my eyeballs out to the point I am walking around with puffy lids simply because I NEED MY GRANDMA RIGHT NOW. She was my strength..the person that could make sense of all things that seemed like the debbil himself crafted it, and she could make me laugh and see that all my fears and frustrations were just silly. Today on Grandparents Day I'm reminded that I still honor her and her advice (as well as ALL of my grandparents) every minute of every day.. what you mean Meik?

You know I love lists right? Well here we go..

1. Clean pannies with no holes-cuz you never know what might happen..and because of this gawdly incision across my abdomen that still doesn't feel too comfy..I am the queen of the granny pannies...unfortunately I forget they are pulled up to the high heavens way above my shorts..imagine having your shirt tucked into your granny pannies standing at the front of a long line in Starbucks. Yep. My life. LOL

2. Carry mace when you go for walks..ok so I have YET to follow this advice, but the good news is..I remember it so that counts for something right?? Tho, a couple of weeks ago I could have used this when I had a stare down with a scraggly dog in the neighborhood..I don't do dogs..atall. Hell I can barely walk right now much less run from the scariness that is Rover.

3. Always say thank you, and show your appreciation. It's always nice to have someone to care something about you. I remember my grandma telling me that about my granddeddy when she was sick...right before she added it was too late for her to start over and find someone new LOL.

4. Sometimes you have to say NO! Don't let people run over you. This proves to be true in every aspect of life..I'll be damned if I let a certain debbil run over me, and don't feel not one ounce of sympathy to the ones that let her do it. I know this one is cryptic, but my grandma knew exactly who I was talking about and this was her advice.

5. When in doubt on how to make some ish..just go to the store in buy it LOL. If you followed my blog on the disappearing cupcakes then this one makes total sense.


I could go on and on but the point is..the advice and lessons you learn from your grandparents are priceless and money can't buy that..so appreciate your grandparents while you still have em, take it from me, it hurts like a mofo and a half when you can't pick up the phone to call them to hear that advice...I am so grateful for the many conversations we had so I can literally apply some of that advice to various situations. I know she'd also be telling me to quit telling her biz on this inna-net LOL..

Bottom line tho..I love my grandparents..all of em. I'm especially blessed to have been able to know my great-grandmothers also.

Do you guys have any advice from your grandparents to share???

-Until Later..
Meik

A Grey Bug-A-Boo

*sigh* One day mofo friends.. I shall learn to just STAY in the house!!!

What happened Meik?

I'm so glad you asked.

Grey is back. Who is Grey? Well if you are an avid reader of this blog then I shouldn't have to refresh your mofo'n memory, but because I'm sugar and spice and everything that's kinda nice..here's a refresher:

http://www.themofochronicles.com/2013/02/but-he-nice-thopart-1.html



http://www.themofochronicles.com/2013/02/stuntin-like-my-deddy-part-2.html

Caught up now? Good let's proceed.

So here I am 8 weeks out from surgery and heading to my first physical therapy appointment. (mind you.. I didn't have ish done to my leg in surgery..but it's janky and hey that's another story for another time) So I arrive early for my appointment..SHOCKER..cuz I never get anywhere on time..much less early. Anyhoo.. whip Thriller into the parking space, roll out the car (yes it's a roll..thanks to a janky hip and leg..I can't just get out of the car like normal people right now) And I begin my long journey across the parking lot..ok I'm parked in front of the building but when your leg is f'd.. it seems like a long walk.

I hobble along..I hear my name being called.. F. Who the hell knows me up here..I specifically picked a PT so I wouldn't run into anyone. F. F. AND F.

I slowly turn around........................actually hoping..wishing..praying it could be someone ...perhaps even my crush has come to his senses..but since this is Meik..naw..bruh.. naw sis.. it didn't go down like that.. INSTEAD......

I see Grey speed walking towards me with a big grin on his face, gray chest hairs just blowing in the wind tangled up in that medical alert necklace.

Ain't this about a mofo and a half?!

So I roll my eyes and say "Oh hey".. He catches up to me and starts rambling and stuttering about how good I look (Let me give you a visual..I had on a red MJ Tee, Reebok gym shorts, and white/gray sneakers and my hair was pulled back in a raggely ponytail..I'm not here for his lies) ....

Sir..I'm gonna be late..so...........

Grey: Well, listen I was just wondering why you didn't want to go out with me again. I thought we had fun at breakfast at Bob Evans and the convo was good.

Me: *Blanket Jackson Blank Stare* and then I looked at his hands while he was talking..this ninja's nails are longer than mine!!! WTF?!!!!!!!

*sigh* Sir... No.. WE didn't have fun.. YOU had fun. I don't want to go out with you because I'm not interested and the age difference is entirely too great.

****now for anyone else that has some sense..you would think that answer would suffice right?!***

Grey: I don't understand. I like you and I want to go out again. What you doing later?

Me: I'm gonna be late for PT and I'm busy and we aren't going out..ever.

Grey: Well you know some people your age act like people my age, or people my age act like people your age, so don't knock it til you try it.

*in my head I am thinking..oh I would try it if Jackie Jackson came knocking at my door..or even Denzel..but YOU SIR ARE NOT SESSY! OR ENTERTAINING*

Me: Well, that's not for me, I'd prefer to stick to folks my own age that I have something in common with. Again, I have to go. Nice to see you again..take care.

Grey: Well wait, what are you doing here, you look good tho.

Me: I just told you physical therapy. I had surgery. I gotta go. Wait. Are you going in the same building?!

Grey: You don't look sick. You look good tho.

If this ninja say that ish ONE MORE TIME LIKE I'M GONNA CHANGE MY MIND!

Grey: Actually I'm going to the chiropractor..I got in a car accident,totaled my car, but I'm okay tho. You know I still go to Atlanta every other weekend, so I'm here this weekend if you want to go out.

Me: I don't. But.. well I gotta go .. take care.

I limp off into the building to find the directory so I can figure out where the PT office is..

THIS MOFO................

slides in front of the directory...KNOWING DAYUM HAYLE WELL I AM TRYING TO READ IT!

Grey: So what you doing later.. you like football?

Me: I'm busy. I don't like anything. I am busy. Can you move?!

Grey: Listen, I was thinking about going to a sports bar tonight to watch the game, why don't you meet me there for drinks.

Blink Blink Blink

Clearly that gray hair in his ears is blocking his hearing.. NO NINJA!!!

I find the office location and limp off to the elevator..thinking he finally left.

*ring ring ring*

I start digging in my purse for my phone.. and hear "Hey.. That's me calling you so you have my number! Call me when you get done with your therapy and I'll tell you where I'm watching the game so you can come!"

ldfkjasd;jflakdjfg;kladjfja;kladjsfkds;fljs MOFO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just start punching the button for the elevator praying..hoping..wishing..calling on God and all his heavenly angels for this elevator to show up and save me.

I see him walking towards me..and YES the elevator is here.. I limp on and hit the close button before he can even say one more word.

I think I hate him.

Oh, you think that was the end? Noooooooo of course not..someone that persistent doesn't give up that easily. I left therapy and saw he had called 2 more times and left a message saying to call him. I see why he is "allegedly single"... tho I still think he has a wife down in the A.

Of course the weekend didn't go by without several calls (each one sent to ignore.. like this mofo can't even be thrown in the friendship prison..he is in solitary no chance in hell of parole..leave me be!).. even text messages have gotten ignored.

At what point does a mofo just give up and realize I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR OLD ARSE?!

Lawd just typing this has my blood pressure boiling.. I swear tho..I could hear my grandma's laughter in my ear the entire time..


The epitome of a bug-a-boo:




Lesson Learned: Continue showing up late to ish.. cuz showing up early only got my nerves twisted up. On a more serious note, I think the lesson here is to pay attention to the red flags and not give out my mofo'n number or accept any more dates from someone that's "nice".. Dating outchea is rough but doggone it..I'd rather be by myself than deal with a wormy mofo.

What would you guys have done in this situation? How should I handle his continued calls aside from blocking?

Until Later..
Meik

Some Mofo'n Perspective

What up Mofos?! As you know I love guest bloggers.. so please welcome DJ Royale to the stage.. he's gonna teach y'all a lil about relationships n ish...ok no he's not trying to be a relationship expert, but he is giving us an inside look to the inner workings of a man's mind...

And as usual.. my commentary is sprinkled throughout in bold print.. ENJOY!



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I just figured out what I wanted to say w/o ranting here it is; but first this disclaimer: I AM NOT A WRITER, NOR AM I TRYING TO BE DEEP WITH THIS, I am just telling you what I see and what I think I may know about life.

With that said let us begin. I am guest starring on this blog because of the numerous conversations me and Meik (can I call her that??) have had (I wish I was a comedian because I would surely take that act on the road) and she thought It would be interesting to get my thoughts on relationships.


Sure you can call me Meik.. after all, that's my name on this blog.. proceed...


I am not going to go in any particular order so here goes.

As I have begun to look online and read blogs and opinions about relationships and talk to my not so close associates about how they feel about relationships and what they expect and want out of them, there is one indelible fact that I have seen from both men and women and that is:



MEN ARE FLAWED.


*bangs tambourine* yes lawd jeezus they sho nuff are! FLAWED, F'd and wayment..lemme let you finish..



Ok, now that we have that out of the way and most of the women have said “ain't that the truth” and “amen” we can get down to real business of it and that is my response to the above statement.


uh oh.


SO WHAT if men are flawed, It makes us real people prone to mistakes and mishaps and bad decisions, which is just fine by me. I had tried the superman thing and I'll be damned if I ever do that again. NOT WORTH IT!!!!!!!!(And for the record I am REALLY single currently).


so basically men are the bad apples at the grocery store that are bruised and ... y'all supposed to have tough skin and man up but I'm sleep tho..


I think that the microwave society we live in had conditioned us for a few things, which we either knowingly or not so portray on to others. First there has to be someone to blame. I mean for the most part there is NO WAY that you could be single because the person that you could spend the rest of you life with either has not crossed your path or has and it didn’t work or blah blah blah right?


Well that's my theory, cuz the one I WANT I haven't met him yet.. so.... but carry on...


There always has to be someone to blame “their fault mentality” because you in all of your wonderfulness as you wait in the clouds for you superman or superwoman to grace your earthly presence could never be the problem right? Second, relationships are hard work and that’s all I have for that one.


hard work that these days folks don't wanna put forth any effort...


I have debated many women during the last couple of years about the timeline of dating and how it matriculates in the early stages to even get to the dating stage and one thing I have learned and seen in this most important of stages is this. (And this does not go for all women – I hate I even have to say that but ppl are really sensitive these days)


you got that right..ole sensitive in their feelings mofos..


WOMEN DON’T DO MUCH WORK IN THE BEGINNING STAGES OF PRESENTATION


pause. screeeeeeech.... wayment...


It has been my experience that in this beginning stage that the man presents (introduction) himself and then the two ppl begin to get acquainted. For most women this is a proving stage for them. “He has to prove he is worth my time” as one of my sorority sisters put it. The one thing that disturbs me about this is that women don’t do much in this stage. They are watching and waiting to be wooed, wined and dined, which is perfectly fine but life goes on and if you’re not paying attention you may miss it; life that is. I have learned that everything is better when you participate, This stage to me is the most important because it builds foundation in a relationship and I will leave it at that (we are all grown)


*raises hand* I must be missing something cuz in MY experience as this blog has proven..most mofo'n men aren't putting forth a dayum thing but their peen so they can text the pic or try to shove it ... sorry lemme get back to the present.. but the point is.. these days..ain't much dating going on so maybe neither party is putting forth any effort except to undress..


Last thing I have noticed is that people seem to be looking for the “formula” to make relationships work, they read books, blogs (even this one), watch shows and movies, even go to conferences and join single ministries (yes, I did put that in their for the church folk.


They listen to the likes of Black Ty aka Tyrese, Steve Harvey and other pretend relationship "experts" on da Twitter and other innanets..


Prelude to another blog post) trying to find the best way for two people to meet get to know each other and fall madly in love and spend the rest of their lives together.


The problem is the people who write and produce this stuff don’t know me or you or anyone else better than they know the weather each day. A person’s journey is exactly that. WE are all different so our situations even with similarities will never be the same. Life is an everyday experience to be enjoyed to fullest and I hope all that read this recognize that fact and live it up even in relationships.


U betta preach! We all have to discover our own path and create our OWN story..


I purposely didn’t deal with morals and ethics in this because I am no better than anyone one else so you do what you do. I will leave you with two corny sayings that have been said to me and have stuck with me for a long time dealing with life. The first “When you prepare to travel and go on a journey, when you pull out your luggage IT IS ALWAYS EMPTY” my great Grammy gave me that one and I’ve never got it until recently (R.I.P. Grammy) and the last one I will write it bigger so that all can see.



THE BIGGEST LIE IS OFTEN THE ONE YOU TELL TO YOURSELF



I hope this post was entertaining at best, if you feel like this was immature rambling and not worth your reading; WELL you just read it anyway so deal with it



GHOST



DJ ROYALE

Meik's lesson learned:
So the lesson I took from this post is.. You can't rely on ish to navigate your way through these dating waters..but you do have to step back, assess yourself, your situation and figure out how to make the most of your dating experience.. on a side note that is probably another blog post.. WHY COME women always gotta be blamed for the dumb ish men do?!

Anyhoo..so dear readers.. do you agree with these observations????

If you would like to write a guest blog..hit me up.. email me at shameika@themofochronicles.com or tweet me!

Until Later..
Meik