Don't laugh... I was asleep on the couch a little after 6:30 yesterday evening. Yesterday morning, I wiped the dust from my Taebo tapes. Yeah, it's been that long ago since my purchase. I almost didn't ship my VHS player... what the heck are they called again? Mister, was eating breakfast while I was huffing and puffing away. His only comment was that I would sleep well. Man, Billy puts a whooping on you. It was like a sneak attack, I don't recall being this challenged in a while. I looked at the tape run time, 24 mins, and I was already talking back to Billy. A whole bunch of hell no's and what the. When I was finished I really felt chipper though. Mister was sitting in his chair telling me about his day. I recall telling him how sleepy I was and looking at the time. 6:30, what the, next thing I know I am waking up. This was not a nod off, I didn't hear Mister telling me he was going to the store, didn't hear the front door open or close. What's worse is, I didn't hear him return. Next thing I know, it's 8pm and I am getting in the shower and then bed. Unfortunately I was up and about at 3am, oh well. Be a great day.

I have so much to be thankful for. This week I have been under the weather, Mister and I clubbed it up last Saturday which brought on a head cold. My left vocal cord collapsed sans thyroid surgery, so breathing with a head cold is labored. So, we clubbed in our neighborhood, I had a great time. I was overdressed, but I felt comfortable. My mother always said "dress for your end destination". I know from experience that owning a business is expensive, so wearing slacks to a club is just my big up (respect)to the owner. Besides, I am a firm believer in keeping some clothing items in the bedroom. Seriously, isn't that why he married me, y'all know, act like a lady in the street and a hmmm behind closed door. The booty my grandfather gave me got felt up by a native woman while I was dancing. Mister found that funny. So many feelings shot through my head at the time. Laugh, smack her hand, slap her face, punch her face. Relax, I behaved like a lady, and looked her in the eye and laughed. She recognized the don't do it again look in my eye. I am so proud of myself. Mister would like to club in Ruppongi the next time we step out, I am very apprehensive as there is an Embassy warning about that area. Apparently Americans are being drugged and robbed in clubs that area. While y'all are playing, the Nippon women know how to do the "Stinky Leg". LMAO still! Peace, let's walk this walk with Grace

Rambling A few times a week I check out different Sierra Leonean forums, the views this week have me saying enough. Uncle, uncle, uncle! I can't take no more y'all. I could not understand how my mother made the decision to never move back to her birth place, now I do. I have been enamored with this country most of my life. No matter how bad things got in Sierra Leone, I maintained my reverence. I can't take African's bad mouthing Westerners for helping. Seriously, if Africans' can fix their countries they should shut up and do so. The sideline refereeing is played out. Sierra Leoneans' have been complaining about how Westerners' depict the country since it's inception. All the reasons my mother gave for not retiring in her birth place are still valid decades later. Is there a forum where Salone folks discuss the good they are doing?