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Kickin’ It Wit’ My Daddy

True, all healthy father/daughter relationships are beautiful. Still, this one is special to me. Not long ago, me & my daddy looked a lot like that. We never had an elaborate handshake (Can we, please?) but he made sure to squeeze in numerous noogies instead. Like Kayliyah and her daddy, we also shared music. In fact, growing up I used to “borrow” his CDs. For us, bonding over music was an everyday thing. Each old school jam on the radio incited a well warranted “who’s singing?”

Just today, with the volume turned up, it hit me, “I really am my father’s daughter”. Like so many times when I would come home from school, hearing Kool & The Gang all the way down the block; here I was, in my own living room, doing the exact same thing. And when “Too Hot” stopped, The Commodores took over, and I carried on shuffling my feet.

See, when you’re little, and your Daddy is damn near 6 feet (his words, not mine) you figure all daddies must do strange things. As I fumbled through adolescence I thought, “why is he doing this to me?” But now? Now all those oldies but goodies feel perfectly familiar and bring back happy memories.

He always say he love me, and my daddy show me.

We haven’t kicked it in a while, Daddy & me. It’s been a few years actually. And no, nothing bad happened. Why then? Because he’s back home supporting me and my big life dreams. I’m studying abroad so we no longer ride in the diamond lane, play Duke Nukem (with all the cheats), or gobble down mountains of Baskin-Robbins’ Pralines & Cream. Instead, we’ve settled for phone calls, texts and FaceTime sessions which are few and far between.

But, I agree. Kickin’ it wit’ my daddy is pretty great, even if he tricked me (multiple times) into getting in the carpool lane.

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Me, the Fly and Teddy Pendergrass

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When you’re chasing a fly around your apartment at 3 o’clock in the morning listening to Teddy Pendergrass, you may need to re-evaluate some of your life choices. It’s one of those moments when you kinda need to take a step back and actually laugh at yourself. Never did I think I’d be swinging a dish rag around trying to get rid of a fly. But in this shoebox of an apartment, there’s really not enough room for the both of us. Seriously questioning who’s the more “fit” species. This little bastard is ruining my Teddy Pendergrass playlist and I refuse to let some common house pest dictate my music selection because the damn thing is just about driving me insane.

What’s that “like a fly on a wall” saying? Do flies actually just sit, perched on walls because this one hardly pauses from its aerial cardio? I cannot help but notice it. I can see the shadow it casts when it flies around the naked light bulb. I can hear it when it buzzes by my ear. I can see it when it takes a break just out of my reach but not directly under the high ceilings. The thing is taunting me.

Teddy knows a thing or two about seducing the listener but I don’t know how much he knew about the shoo-ing or killing of flies. I do, however, feel as intensely about getting rid of this thing as Mr. Pendergrass does about turning off the lights. The only reason I want the fly to come closer is so I can swat it. Life’s full of unsexy moments, and I’m sure Teddy has been played during some sexual mishaps, but swinging a dish rag at a fly with a vengeance has got to be pretty high up on the list. I look and feel ridiculous. Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror — mistake.

I’ve opened the window. I’ve tried to shoo it outside. Now I just want to kill it. It would be nice to be super in tune with nature and calmly direct it back outside, but I’m not that person. I’m fully aware how silly the whole situation is but if I just “let it go” I will have been defeated by a fly. Saying I do not like to lose would be putting it lightly. My efforts have not been made in vain. I should probably be redirecting this dedication to some more fruitful area of my life but the fly is a problem right now.

Finally made rag to fly contact but my follow through was weak. Unfortunately it’s all about the follow through. I know it’s late but I’m not ready to throw in the towel just yet. I may not be winning at the moment, but I will. For now, it’s just me, the fly and Teddy Pendergrass.

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