Coming From Where I’m From: North Minneapolis Past and Present.
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
July 10, 2007
“Miss Cato”
Photographer: Charles Chamblis (1927-1991)
“It’s a neighborhood often making headlines for what many say are the wrong reasons. Forty years ago, this summer, North Minneapolis was one of several communities, across the country, making the news after the Civil Rights movement sparked a rebellion.” - Kare 11 News
Saucy Dame Says: I will share my thoughts after reviewing the second segement which airs tonite @ 10 pm Central Standard Time.
I Be On That Kryptonite, Straight Up On That Kryptonite!
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
July 9, 2007
Friday Night
+ Tequila
+ Hennessy
+ Top Shelf Long Island Teas
+ Old School Music at Gabbys (peep the comments)
= Saucy Fun, Deviant Behavior and Drunk (CRUNK) Dialing. Oh lordy!
The good news is that I had MUCHO fun. The relieving news is that despite my drunkenness, I knew better than to embarrass myself by calling the WRONG people (ex lovers, my sons father, former employers, bitches I don’t like, etc.)
Play Another Slow Jam
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
July 5, 2007
Just curious.When was the last time you slow danced with someone?
Sadly, I can’t remember the last time. Probably because I have yet to have a ’slow dance’ encounter that I would consider, OFFICIAL. Sure, I’ve awkwardly two-stepped with a guy or two in my day, but it wasn’t the stuff that dreamy memoirs are made of. It was more like some jive negroe pulling me close at the end of the night, tryna create an entry way into my ‘femininity’. He’s thinking he’s all extra smooth & stuff and I’m just waiting for the song to end.Unfortunately, the men who offer to slow dance with me, I don’t want to slow dance with. The fellas I would like to share a slow jam with, never ask. But, why do short men always want to slow dance with me? I’m 6 feet tall! I guess they want a face full of breast. I can’t blame ‘em for that. Still, I’se be needing collar bone to rest my head on or at least some pretty brown eyes to stare into without cramping my neck.
Am I the only woman who has been deprived of a tender and meaningful slow dance? Feels like that way . . .
The good news is that I have plenty years left for the DJ to play another slow jam. One day I’m sure he’ll make it extra sweet.
So tell me . . .
When was the last time you slow danced with someone?
Do share.
30+ Days and Not a Word From Me. LUCKY YOU!
Posted by Saucy Dame Dizzle on
July 2, 2007
Blogging? What is that? *ha ha*
A handful of people have been urging me to update this joint! I suppose if I want to be relevant in the blogging/online community I probably should.
Yup. *shakes head*
I probably should step up my writing game and crank out some interesting ‘posts’ for the masses. Surely as I sit here scratching my head, in lavender, bikini-cut, Fruit Of The Loom drawals and a “wife-beater” showcasing 34 year old titties without support — there are oodles upon oodles of fabulous writers keeping up with the world and every breath it takes. Dedicated and fierce, they know how to fire up a lean, mean, information machine, filled with all of the goodies readers love.
Fa’sho.
