The Life of A Ladybug

Hotter than Hell: Matthew Morrison

It's been way too long since I posted a "Hotter than Hell" pick.  Problem is, I'm not finding any dudes that I'm feeling passionate about lately.  I mean, I could write weekly odes to Alexander Skarsgard and Ian Somerhalder, but those would get boring after awhile.  I mean, they'd just go, "Hot.  Hot.  He's hot.  Oh, God, he's so hot.  Look at the fangs.  Look at the eyes.  Look at the abs.  Lovement."  Over and over again.  Ad nauseum.  It would get old.  Though it would be pretty.

Anyhow ... (Alexander in a black tank top) ... moving on!  Imagine my delight to have a new object of affection!

Hotter than Hell (In Memoriam): Michael Jackson

 

There is no way in the world that I could pick anybody else this week.

Hotter than Hell: Justin Timberlake

 

I am surprising myself with this post.  Not that I didn't already know that I find Justin Timberlake dirty hot ... but because I am shocked that I am so willing to admit it.

Hotter than Hell: T.I.

In honor of my beloved T.I. who has now had to shuffle off to the pen:

 

"I Am Not My Hair"

At work, I keep my iPod with me and I wear it during most of the day.  It keeps down distractions and I love having a soundtrack to my day.  This morning, I listened to India.Arie's "I Am Not My Hair" and it struck me how poignant the lyrics are.  They're words every woman, especially African American women, could stand to hear regularly.  Enjoy. (click through for the lyrics)

Hotter than Hell: Adam Lambert

I know this week's choice is a polarizing figure, but whatever, y'all!   I love him and that's that.  This post will include bits from a post from my "Makeda" blog because I have been loving him since the beginning, so I'd already written about how in love with him I am and why.

I have developed a ridiculous-sized crush on Adam.  It is of massive proportions.  He is dirty hot.

What is it that I love about him?  It's the blue black emo hair.  The painted fingernails.  The 82 bajillion necklaces.  The rings on sundry fingers.  The Depp-like amounts of guyliner.  It is the constant leering through the camera that should have reached Constantine levels of smarm and ick, but somehow managed to avoid it.  It is the fact that the sheer power of his voice could blast the hats off of people in the nosebleed seats.  But mostly, it is because this fool's eyes make me feel some kind of way. And it's this:

 

Workout music?

Hey, y'all!  I'm going to be adding music to my iPod in the next couple of days.  I have an iTunes gift card I got for my birthday that I haven't used, so I'd love if y'all would suggest some great music to workout to.  Let me know in the comments!  Thanks!

Whatever happened to ...

... MC Brains???  Come on, y'all - don't tell me you forgot!  Sing along with me!

Oochie coochie, lalala

I am the Brains and I'm up to par

Quit actin' brand new - I know you're fruity

'Cause when you're walkin', you're shakin' that booty ...

What happened to that dude?  He was extra cute!

The whole darn East Coast Family has just disintegrated, hasn't it?  BBD - pretty much done (though New Edition is trying their damndest to make a comeback).  Boyz II Men - Mike done up and left and he was the best part.  ABC - all grown the heck up and nowhere to be found.  I know it's some other ones ... a group of R&B White dudes, maybe?  I seem to remember that.  Some girls thrown in there somewhere???

Michael Bivins has been relegated to judging Diddy's latest Making the Band season and Boyz II Men is trying to hold on with only three members, by making Motown remakes.  Darnit.

Blast from the past: "Computer Love"

Today, riding into work, I was listening to "The Steve Harvey Morning Show".  They were talking about music from "back in the day" and how it compares to today's music.  And, suddenly, they played "Computer Love" by Zapp & Roger.  Oh, my  God.  Can I tell y'all how much I love that song?  (And "I Wanna Be Your Man" since we're on the subject.)

My mind immediately went back to, I would guess it was probably the beginning of 1997.  Susquehanna, UMBC.  Women of Diversity floor.  Me and Meloni are roommates.  We're performing our nightly ritual of gossiping while listening to "The Love Zone" on 92 Q.  And what should happen?  I have a song dedicated to me.  And that song was "Computer Love."  I had just gotten off the phone with K.  At the time, I still had a boyfriend (though there was no love on my part), but K and I had been flirting, outlandishly, for a couple months.  He'd called to ask what I was doing.  "Listening to 'The Love Zone' and chatting on the computer," I replied.  Okay, he'd call me back.  Well, instead, he called 92 Q and dedicated the song.  He knew I had a boyfriend and that folks I knew would be listening, so he used his middle name and my middle name in the dedication.  I was thrilled ... then freaked out.  I called and reamed him out about dedicating a song to me when he knew I had a boyfriend.  But I was pleased and he knew it.  After I finally broke up with my boyfriend and started dating K, "Computer Love" kind of became our song.  And I still love it, though my relationship with K is way in the past.

Hey, K ... should you ever come across this ... "Who ya wit!!!!!"

My new bellydance beatbox boyfriend!

This past weekend, we danced at Rakkasah East in New Jersey. Of course, it was a weekend of fun, festival and dancing! In the midst of all the shimmy shenanigans, I fell in love.  Onto the stage came this band and in the midst of this band was a skinny little dude. He proceeded to pick up a mic. I expected him to start singing something Middle Eastern-y. But no. Instead, wonder of wonders, he started to beatbox. Like hell, you say! Yes, indeed ... this skinny little dude is a beatbox wonder. He boom boom katted for bellydancer after bellydancer and, over at my table, a happy little dancer named Makeda (that would be me) popped and locked and shimmied to her heart's content.

I could not contain my love for him and declared him my new "bellydance beatbox boyfriend" at that very moment. One of my fellow troupe members actually went over and told him and he came over to introduce himself to me and give me a big hug. I then bought two of his CDs and he signed them: "To Makeda, with love from Pete ... Your bellydance beatbox boyfriend". SIGH.

See the attached pic for my new love. He's on the right.