Monthly Archives: December 2012

~Still Reeling

~Still Reeling

December 14, 2012 wasn’t just the day I turned 40.  It was the day America stopped breathing for a moment.  Two and 1/2 days have passed and I’m still having problems breathing.  I haven’t felt this way sine 9/11.  In the shower or any other quiet moments my mind is consumed with it.  Social media lite up with story Friday morning.  Yet it became cemented in time when news anchor Brian Williams said 27 souls were last in New Heaven Connecticut.  A twenty year old gun man walked into an element and went on a shooting spree.  20 children between five and ten are amongst the fallen.

I went back and forth whether to write about this.  Then I realized how couldn’t not write about it.   It’s now apart of all American’s yarn of life.  NO matter how deep your head is in the sand you CAN’T get away from this one.

Even the Commander and Chief of America shed tears speaking to the nation about it.  He said something has to be done about all these shootings of late.  True but WHAT?  This America “The Land of the Free’.  Freeness of speech allows people to bare arms.  Albee often say’s “absolute freedom is NOT true freedom.  When you are free  you will absolutly infringe on someone freedom”.

Some people complain about all the rules of flying.  As if 9/11 never happened. The TSA THIS the TSA THAT.  I’ve even heard statements no terrorist have been in a wheelchair, old or blonde hair and blue eye’d. They shouldn’t make us go through all these hoops.   REALLY!? REALLY?!  Ok please allow me to ENLIGHTEN.  The shooter was a white, brown eyed boy.  He lived in a city where the AVERAGE household income is $111,100.  The SAME city was voted safest city in America!  So, SHUT UP, TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES AND WALK THROUH THE SCANNER!!  Whatever they decide to do about school security DON’T complain and JUST DO IT!!!.   Nothing in this system is perfect.

Oh and I am THREW with the people that say this is why they don’t watch the news.  Next words out of their mouth’s is it’s always bad news. Ok so if you have kids DO you just let the world raise them?  Friday 20 children between five and ten were gunned down.  Just because you CHOOSE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.  If you don’t talk to them someone at school will.  Oh and DON’T tell me you get your news from social media like FB.  In truth that is where we first heard about it.  My friend read he killed his Dad at home, then his wife, killed his Mom and kids at the school.  The Evening News told us killed his Mom at home and then went to the school.

All the religious leaders they interviewed were at a loss for words.  One priest broke down like President Obama.  Event’s like this can make some people question their faith.  QUESTION?  How does this fit in with evolutionist?  I’m sure this support’s Darwin’s no God theory.  If it is the survival of the fites’s that works.  The children or unarmed people in a movie theater are weak.  What about people worshiping in a shrine or shopping at the local mall?   Weak right?  Wouldn’t that mean people are evolving into unconscionable, heartless monsters?

Karma doesn’t work for me either.  The shooter killed himself.   He doesn’t have to face the parents of those children.  He won’t have to spend the rest of his life in a jail cell.  He died on his own terms.  What’s interesting is an age old book found in most homes in America nails it.  Timothy wrote this in 65 C.E. wrote “…in the last days critical times hard to deal with will be here.  For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, self-assuming, haughty, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, disloyal, having no natural affection…without self-control, fierce, without natural affection.   He nailed it! CRAZY! That kid didn’t have natural affection for people, children no less.   It doesn’t matter what version of bible you read.  Second Timothy chapter three has the same sentiment. In 65 C.E. he  NAILS 2012.

There are a lot of people that have put their bets on the Mayan’s.  Their calendar ends on the 21st of this month.  With all  the craziness it feels like it could all end but it wont.  As for me I’m putting all my money on the bible.  As accurate as Timothy is I’m not going to question John who says “Do not marvel at this, bbecausethe hour is coming in which all those will come out, those who did good things to a resurrection of life…” Those children aren’t lost…


~My Truth


WELL the day has come. I’ve lived 40 years, 40 years!   That’s just WILD!  WILD I tell you. I’ve lived half a life time in my cases.  So much has happened.  It’s been some good, some BAD. I’ve had VERY HAPPY times and some DOWN RIGHT COLD BUSTED times.   Let’s see in this first quarto decades…been black, a girl, a woman, have walked, even ran, been called a nigger.  I worked in cosmetics, advertising,  marketing and now I’m handicap.  I was diagnosed with an incurable disease; scuba dived, had God, lost GOD and then found him again.  Seen five countries, been fired, was pregnant once but never a mother.  I married the love of my life.  MAN!  Many the miles

It’s interesting that by 40 our lives our like a good size ball of yarn.  No one ball is rolled in the same pattern.  Conzatti went with some friends to Jazz Alley to see a local guy that was on the Voice.  Not just ANY guy I managed him back in the day.  Seriously one of the MOST vocally talented people I’ve ever heard sing.  I did everything COULD get him a record deal.  Conzatti is always irritated he didn’t stay in touch with me when my health went south.    After the show she talked to him and he told her to tell me thanks for all my support in the early days.  She said he’s improved so much and she will buy his next CD.

I should care and want a copy.  It’s strange but I don’t.  So much yarn has been rolled since.  I’m HAPPY for him.  I really am but he is a memory.

Thinking about those days brings back a rush of feelings.  Mostly feelings of anxiety. In the past I always felt like I had something to prove.  Whether it was about the color of my skin, my gender or my looks.  I hated being viewed as “pretty”.  Some people would insinuate that is why I got where I was at.  I was in my twenty’s hosted Funk/hip hop night’s, booked bands at one popular club, Dj’d and managed bands.  Oh and had a FULLTIME day job.  How DARE you call me pretty!  I worked my tushie OFF.  I wont bore you with the list of things that went into making it all work.  Conzatti could tell you about the hard work.  Her poor butt was coming with me on the ride whether she wanted to or not.

My Mother has been nudging me to sell my records and turntables.  Even Conzatti has told me Dj Cut Father asked about buy’n them.  For some reason I CAN’T catch mybreath everytime I try to sell them.

Learning how to Dj was such a profound part of my life.  Squeezing in getting with Dj Classic. Him making me do things OVER and OVER again.  I didn’t think I would get it.  I Can’t tell you how many record stores try’n to find the MY perfect songs.  FINALLY I spun in public leg’s shaken and all.You see once you’ve been paid for your job you are LEGITE!  When you are paid for your second appearance at the same place you’ve earned your name.  Allison F Walker was in the wind.  Dj AlleyKat had arrived.  The day a Dude yelled across a movie theater “Dj AlleyKat”, I had a voice.  My message was a crossed.

No two Dj’z are the same.  You have a unique signature.  I took steps to sell.  Cutfather Face Booked me about buying them.  That’s COOL Right.  He was Dj’N before me.  He’s still GIG’N and just as HOT!  When he hit me up on FB he was like “WHAT’Z UP ALLEYKAT”.  I’d hadn’t been called that in like 10 years.

Once Dj Kun Love told me he had MAD respect for me.  Not because I was the best Dj. Rather It was because I had the balls to be heard.  He explained there are a ton of people spinning in the basements. But you’re not a Dj until you’re willing to play in front of people.  People that will love or HATE you. Kun said the ones that don’t like you will be very vocal about it.  He said he wanted to check this girl out that he keep hearing about.  Keep practicing Mz. Kat you’ll get it, you ALL’ ITE.

Dj Kun Love is THE god father of Hip Hop R & B Dj in Seattle.  Not ONLY is he still spin’n he is now a club owner.  He bought the old Twilight Bar in downtown Seattle.  The most GUETTO club in Sea-Town!  ONLY go there if you are STRAPPED!  Having Kun checking me out is only second to Michaela Jordan walking through the door.  YES friend’s waz POP’N on our club NITE!  Not only the KING of basketball but Pippen and Harper were with him.  It was the 90’s.  Phill Jackson’s Bull’s LITE the Country on FIRE.

Not to mention spin’n with Dj Woogie D.  He taught me how to scratch.  He is from New York and didn’t drive.  If I booked it he took it. No questions asked.  I picked his butt up from Burien to Greenwood.  We were THICK as THEIVES! 

So many memories lined the cases my turntables lay in.  How could I SELL them. I knew I couldn’t sell them  to a faceless person on Ebay?  That’s like WRECKOUSLY  give’n your virginity away.   Once it’s gone you will never get that moment in time back.  But selling them to Cut wasn’t right either.

Somehow everything changed last Saturday night.  I don’t know why but it did.  We were playing games with relatively new friends.  When Norflet was commenting on almost EVERY song on my playlist.  He was doing the heavy head bop that brotha’s do.  All act’n like his early 20’s self REALLY knew anything about 80’z/90’z hip hop.  I knew he did Dj in college.  If you can call electronic (iPad) mixing Dj’n. WHATEVER!!! He humbly said he was saving for turntables. And there it was.  I felt like Andy in Toy Story when he realized Woody and the gang didn’t belong in the attic.  They should go to the little girl next door.  I can’t lie I’m cry’n reflecting on my moment.  The moment I realized these turntables were no longer mine.  They were Norflets. I wept like a Mother watching her last child graduate.  Not that she’s NOT happy.  It’s just the flood of emotions.  ALL the late nights, early mornings, first steps. School work, missing teeth have been done.   They would never to happen again. We ALL have or will experience this kinda TIDEL WAVE of emotion about something in our lives.

Wooolf! Shake it off WALKER!  SHAKE IT OFF!  Seriously though you should have seen his face.  He asked me like 50 times through of the evening If I was serious.  He said he’d never received a gift like this.  I knew he was right.  He was just another little poor black boy.  I HAD to remind him his BEST gift was NEW bride!  They HADN’T even got their wedding pic’s yet.  DON’T lose focus son!

It’s FUNNY I can’t walk.  Some of my fingers are get’n all crooked.  At times I have CRAY CRAY nerve pain.  Yet I’m at PEACE.   The BEST dayis a Sunday afternoon is when Albee is on the couch reading a book.  PM Dawn is softly singing, “I’ll Die Without You” in my ears.  While I’m drinking coffee (yes it’s Foldgers.  don’t hate) composing a blog.  I Couldn’t feel better about my life now. I’ve earned that wrinkle under my left eye.   Who cares if my boob’s are just beginning to resemble Pigmies’ breast.  The girls have dropped some.  WHAT-CHA GONNA DO?  NO breast lift here!  I earned that sag fare and square!

Giving my turntables to Norflet was letting go of the past 40.  I’m so excited to start the next 40.  It is one more step towards being and old black lady.  BETTER yet an old black woman in a wheelchair!  STOP IT! STOP IT!  I can’t WAIT to be that old black woman that always speaks her mind.  YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHI’N YET!  Might as well give me the keys to the city NOW!  It’s gonna be a MESS!  Madea won’t have NOTHING on me. NOTH’N!

So, 40 I heard you knocking at my back door.  Come on and GET yo-self in HERE!  NO reason to be standing outside in the rain.  Come in where you BELONG.  Sit down and kick of your shoes.  Can I get you a cup of Foldger? I’m just SAY’N  let’s get the NEXT 40 POP’N!!!


~Brace for re-entry

We got back from Cabo at 10:30 Monday night.  GOODNESS it sure is cold here!  My body is in SHOCK!  My bones are so stiff they say’n “Slide some oil to me.  Let it trickle down my spine.  If you AIN’T got STP Crisco will be just fine” like the Tin Man!  No you white-e’s I’m not talking about your Dorthy’s Tin M.  All things will be reviled when you Google The Wiz…smile, wink with DOUBLE thumbs up.

First things First!  Please hear Bob Barker’s voice and The Prices Right theme music in your head.  Albee and I get to play Name That Substance!  In this game contestants have to correctly name food items in containers left in their refrigerators.  They can use sight, touch or the dreaded smell or taste test. However, sometimes sight is all that is needed. If that is succssefully container stays closed sparring, the nose.  The whole kit and kaboodle is tossed!

They say you don’t really know someone until you travel with them.  Which leads me to a new inductee to my “RIDE OR DIE”  Hall of Fame.  Less than 10 people in my life are a part of this.  Smith or as we call her “Lupe” is a RIDE OR DIE CHICK!  Smith is Different than the Lupe you may know.  Standing she is a 5’10 , blonde, BOMP SHELL! Sturdy as she goes ready to help however she can.  Thank you Lupe.  Thank you.  Your help in a small Sunset Cruise bathroom was priceless!  Albee and I are grateful!!  Nuti’n like three grown people and a wheelchair in a small bathroom on a moving boat! PRICLESS!

Back to all things CABO!  Well I only got to have two margaritas!  Yes you heard ME!  DOUS MARGARITS!  I know RIGHT!  My meds weren’t have-n it.  One margarita felt like 10 in the morning. “AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!” This is a must, so I WILL make it EASY fo ya (  

I could do wine at dinner or after dinner Vodka Collins or a CRP.  Wine in Mexico?  BOO!  I’m not try’n to be Booshie it’s Mexico!  Oh another new word for some of you.  You can’t Google this one.  Ask a Black friend (they won’t be offended by the question. It’s not one of those words).  Smith introduced me to CRP (Crown Royal with pineapple juice) and I ain’t mad at it.  Good Vodka and orange juice is barely alcohol anyway.  It’s like alcohol for dummies. Even with those drinks I had to be careful.  It’s all good though.  The weather was PERRRFECT!   It was between 80 to 84 degrees every day.  If it was that here I would be dyeing.  There it’s a dry heat.  So I’m GOOD! Oh sooo GOOD!

So I got a first-hand look at a white people phenomenon of EPIC proportions.  Growing up black you went to a swimming pool to swim.  I have and had friends of the caucazie persuasion but never witnessed their epidemic close up.  My Mother-n-law said first and formeost she wanted a good tan.  Albert second the desire and that was that.

Now it’s a process.  It’s much like pan frying a steak.  First, they slather this oil all over. It’s similar to olive oil for the steak.  Then a timer is set.  It’s like 15 to 20 minutes.  Then they flip like an Orca.  It’s very important to be evenly cooked.  Oh and a LITTLE bit of pink is acceptable I’m told.  FUNNY that’s how I like my steak.  Ok one day of this is NOT enough.  This done DAY after DAY!  What’s WORST their kids are out there with them.  I only saw ONE mother re-apply sunscreen to her baby.  YES people I said baby.  I’ve come to understand this is a learned SICKNESS.  It’s passed on from generation to generation.

I felt like Oprah.  I could point around the pool, YOU GET SKIN CANCER, YOU GET SKIN CANCER AND YOU GET SKIN CANCER!  When we weren’t in the sun someone was always asking me if they were darker than the previous day..  REALLY?!  It’s not a contest.   Do you ever see a high yellow brother pass $10 to a bro from the Sudan?  It really is INSANITY.

Ok as a non-white can I set the record straight?  If I hear another white-e say fat and wrinkles look better tan!  NO! WRONG!  It looks the same!!!  Have you EVER heard someone say “she was fat/wrinkled but tan so I ask her out”?  Usually the person saying fat/wrinkles look better tan is FAT or WRINKLED.  Better yet they are both.  Tan fat, wrinkled fat cancer still rhymes with THAT!

Ok so these aren’t white trash people.  We stayed at  These white-e’s paid big money for their skin cancer.  They are doctor and lawyer types.  I was only there because I married one of theirs.  Oddly the quest for sun made them, how can I say this sensitively?  Who am I kidding I can’t!  Made them A HOT MESS!  One of them called me a Debbie downer when it comes to tanning.  As if skin cancer WASN ‘T the most common cancer in America.  Why was I worried I’m black?  I’m just TRY’N to protect the rule.  Who want’s to the FIRST black to CRACK!  I’m TRY’N to preserve the pretty!  I’m already busted and in a chair!  Don’t HATE a sista for try’n to keep the little she’s still got!

Albee is a TRUE BLUE Caucasian.  He said he DON’T care about cancer!  He is gonna tan even if he gets it.  He likes the way tanning makes him feel.  Let’s see if it makes him feel good when doc starts slicing cancerous pieces of his face off.  Yet, ONE more reason I took life insurance out on his butt!  You CAN’T argue with Crazy…I’m just say’n….