#7-12 hotel and 13-21 restaurant i need someone to hit me with a car right now and put me out of my misery

[vampmilf]

FUUUCK MEEEEEEE i forgot i got a double shift tomorrow 💀💀💀💀💀💀

[aaronjamesoisb-blog]

TUPAC SHAKUR : TIGER OF RAPPING

HEY GUYS THIS A BLOG ABOUT THE “TIGER OF RAPPING”....... 2PAC SHAKUR, HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!!

Tupac Amaru Shakur (/ˈtuːpɑːk ʃəˈkʊər/ TOO-pahk shə-KOOR)[2] (born Lesane Parish Crooks; June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996), also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American rapper, poet and actor.[3]Shakur sold over 75 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling music artists of all time.[4] His double disc albums All Eyez on Me (1996) and his Greatest Hits (1998) are among the best-selling albums in the United States.[5] Shakur is consistently ranked as one of the greatest and most influential rappers of all time[6] and he has been listed and ranked as one of the greatest artists of any genre by many publications, including Rolling Stone, which ranked him 86th on its list of The 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.[7] On April 7, 2017, Shakur was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in his first year of eligibility.[8]

Shakur began his career as a roadie, backup dancer and MC for the alternative hip hop group Digital Underground, eventually branching off as a solo artist.[9][10][11] Most of the themes in Shakur's songs revolved around the violence and hardship in inner cities, racism, and other social issues. Both of his parents and several other people in his family were members of the Black Panther Party, whose ideals were reflected in his songs. During the latter part of his career, Shakur was a vocal participant during the East Coast–West Coast hip hop rivalry, becoming involved in conflicts with other rappers, producers, and record-label staff members, most notably The Notorious B.I.G. and his label, Bad Boy Records.[12] Aside from his career in music, Shakur was also an actor, starring in six films and one TV show in the 1990s, including Poetic Justice (1993), Gang Related (1997) and Gridlock'd (1997).

On September 7, 1996, Shakur was shot four times in a drive-by shooting at the intersection of Flamingo Road and Koval Lane in Las Vegas, Nevada.[13] He was taken to the University Medical Center of Southern Nevada, where he died from his injuries six days later.[14]

EARLY LIFE:

2PAC, was born on June 16, 1971, in the East Harlem section of Manhattan in New York City.[15] His birth name was Lesane Parish Crooks,[16][17][18] but in 1972, he was renamed after Túpac Amaru II,[19][20] the 18th-century Peruvianrevolutionary who was executed after leading an indigenous uprising against Spanish rule.[21] Shakur was African American.[22]

His mother Afeni Shakur (born Alice Faye Williams in North Carolina) and his father Billy Garland were active members of the Black Panther Party in New York in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Lesane was born a month after his mother was acquitted of more than 150 charges of "Conspiracy against the United States government and New York landmarks" in the New York Panther 21 trial.[23][24]

Many people in Shakur's life were involved with the Black Liberation Army; some were convicted of serious criminal offenses and imprisoned, including his mother. His godfather, Elmer "Geronimo" Pratt, a high-ranking Black Panther, was convicted of murdering a school teacher during a 1968 robbery, although his sentence was later overturned. His stepfather, Mutulu Shakur, spent four years at large on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted Fugitives list beginning in 1982. Mutulu was wanted for having helped his friend (no relation) Assata Shakur (also known as Joanne Chesimard), Tupac's godmother, to escape from a penitentiary in New Jersey in 1979. She had been imprisoned since 1977 for killing a state trooper in 1973. She lived as a fugitive for several years before gaining asylum in Cuba in 1985. Mutulu was caught in 1986 and eventually imprisoned for the 1981 robbery of a Brinks armored truck in which two police officers and a guard were killed.[25]

Shakur had an older stepbrother, Mopreme "Komani" Shakur, and a half-sister, Sekyiwa, two years his junior. Mopreme performed in many of his recordings.[26] In 1986, his family moved to Baltimore, Maryland.[27] After completing his second year at Paul Laurence Dunbar High School, he transferred to the Baltimore School for the Arts. There he studied acting, poetry, jazz, and ballet.[28] He performed in Shakespeare plays and in the role of the Mouse King in the ballet The Nutcracker.[25] Shakur, accompanied by one of his friends, Dana "Mouse" Smith, as his beatbox, won many rap competitions and was considered to be the best rapper in his school.[29] He was remembered as one of the most popular kids in his school because of his sense of humor, superior rapping skills, and ability to mix with all crowds.[30]

Shakur developed a close friendship with Jada Pinkett (later Jada Pinkett Smith) that lasted until his death. In the documentary Tupac: Resurrection, Shakur says, "Jada is my heart. She will be my friend for my whole life." Pinkett Smith calls him "one of my best friends. He was like a brother. It was beyond friendship for us. The type of relationship we had, you only get that once in a lifetime." A poem written by Shakur titled "Jada" appears in his book, The Rose That Grew from Concrete, which also includes a poem dedicated to Pinkett Smith called "The Tears in Cupid's Eyes." During his time in art school, Shakur became affiliated with the Baltimore Young Communist League USA.[31][32] He began dating the daughter of the director of the local chapter of the Communist Party USA.[33]

In 1988, Shakur and his family moved to Marin City, California, a suburban community located 5 miles (8 km) north of San Francisco.[27] He attended Tamalpais High School in nearby Mill Valley.[34] Shakur contributed to the school's drama department by performing in several productions. In an English class, Shakur wrote a paper, "Conquering All Obstacles," in which he said: "our raps, not the sorry story raps everyone is so tired of. They are about what happens in the real world. Our goal is [to] have people relate to our raps, making it easier to see what really is happening out there. Even more important, what we may do to better our world."[35]He began attending the poetry classes of Leila Steinberg in 1989.[36] That same year, Steinberg organized a concert with a former group of Shakur's, "Strictly Dope"; the concert led to him being signed with Atron Gregory. He set him up as a roadie and backup dancer with the hip hop group Digital Underground in 1990.

DEATH OF THE “LEGEND” :

On the night of September 7, 1996, Shakur attended the Bruce Seldon vs. Mike Tyson boxing match with Suge Knight at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada. After leaving the match, one of Knight's associates spotted Orlando "Baby Lane" Anderson, an alleged Crips gang member from Compton, California, in the MGM Grand lobby. Earlier that year, Anderson and a group of Crips had robbed a member of Death Row's entourage in a Foot Locker store. Knight's associate told Shakur, who attacked Anderson. Shakur's entourage, as well as Knight and his followers, assisted in assaulting Anderson. The fight was captured on the hotel's video surveillance. After the brawl, Shakur went with Knight to Death Row–owned Club 662 (now known as restaurant/club Seven). Shakur rode in Knight's 1996 black BMW 750iL sedan as part of a larger convoy, which included many in Shakur's entourage.[145] At 11:00–11:05 p.m. (PDT), they were halted on Las Vegas Boulevard by Metro bicycle police for playing the car stereo too loudly and not having license plates, which were found in the trunk of Knight's car; the party was released a few minutes later without being ticketed.[146] At 11:10 p.m. (PDT), while they were stopped at a red light at the intersection of Flamingo Road and Koval Lane in front of the Maxim Hotel, a vehicle occupied by two women pulled up on their left side. Shakur, who was standing up through the sunroof, exchanged words with the women and invited them to Club 662.[146] At 11:15 p.m. (PDT), a white, four-door, late-model Cadillac with unknown occupants pulled up to the sedan's right side. Someone inside rolled down a window and rapidly fired gunshots at Shakur. He was hit four times, twice in the chest, once in the arm, and once in the thigh.[147] One of the bullets went into Shakur's right lung.[148] Knight was hit in the head by fragmentation. The bodyguard, Frank Alexander, stated that, when he was about to ride along with the rapper in Knight's car, Shakur asked him to drive the car of Shakur's fiancée, Kidada Jones, instead, in case they needed additional vehicles for the drive from Club 662 to the hotel. The bodyguard reported in his documentary, Before I Wake, that, shortly after the assault, one of the convoy's cars drove off after the assailant but that he never heard from the occupants.[149] After arriving at the scene, police and paramedics took Knight and a wounded Shakur to the University Medical Center of Southern Nevada. Chris Carroll, the first Las Vegas police officer to arrive on the scene, heard Shakur's last words, "fuck you". Carroll reports that he refused to say another word to him or another officer.[150] According to an interview with the music video director Gobi, while at the hospital, Shakur received news from a Death Row marketing employee that the shooters had called the record company and threatened Shakur.[151] Gobi informed the Las Vegas police but said that the police claimed to be understaffed.[151] No attackers came. At the hospital, Shakur was heavily sedated, was placed on life-support machines, and was ultimately put under a barbiturate-induced coma after repeatedly trying to get out of the bed.[14] While in the intensive-care unit, on the afternoon of September 13, 1996, Shakur died from internal bleeding; doctors attempted to revive him but could not stop the hemorrhaging.[14] His mother, Afeni, made the decision to tell the doctors to stop.[148] He was pronounced dead at 4:03 p.m. (PDT).[14] The official causes of death were noted as respiratory failure and cardiopulmonary arrest in connection with multiple gunshot wounds.[14] Shakur's body was cremated the next day. Some of his ashes were purportedly later mixed with marijuana and smoked by members of the Outlawz.[152] However, E.D.I. Mean claimed in an interview in 2014 that, despite his belief at the time that the ashes were those of Shakur, he later found that the ashes did not belong to Shakur, which has led some people to believe that Shakur didn't die at all.[153]

[kellexplainsitall]

This is going to be a novel. TLDR; Calf wasn't an issue, the sun and humidity were. Did not BQ, but finished in 3:34:57.

Thursday

Tim, Miles and I hit the road around 5:30, and got to WB a little after 7. We ate dinner, went for a walk with Miles and just hung out with my parents. Miles had gotten his hair cut earlier and he just looked so handsome in his scarf. I accidentally stayed up until 10:30, my mom and I were laughing and looking at old pictures. It was really nice.

Friday

No one wanted to run, and I was up early, so I took Miles out around the block. As we got back, I realized he had diarrhea all over my parents' rug! I tried to find carpet cleaner, but could not locate any. My father told me to just use multi-purpose cleaner, which I had to tell him was not a good idea. Tim ended up running to WalMart to get some, since it was so early. I felt guilty, but he told me to just go  so we could get on the road. I ran six easy and showered before leaving around 9.

We survived on snacks and got to Boston around 2:30, it really wasn't a bad trip, I do better in the car if I just mentally prepare myself for it. Once we got to the hotel, we dropped off all of our stuff, each had a very overpriced drink and then went out to explore. We hit a few bars, but it was quite busy everywhere. We ended up going to dinner at 5 p.m. because we were famished from not having a real meal all day.

Post-dinner, we went to two Irish pubs (discovering one had my FAVORITE cider from Scotland. I WAS SO HAPPY!). We called it a night early, it had been a long day.

Saturday

Tim and I were up before 7, he planned to go watch the Spurs game at their bar, and I went to meet Rebuck for a run. Rebuck and I watched some of the 5K, and then finished our run along the Charles River, we saw Sarah Sellers and some of the NAZ Hoka Elite guys!  That was cool. Post-run, Tim and I got ready and headed to the expo, which was a goddamn zoo. We waited about 25 minutes to get in, and Scott Jurek walked by, so that was neat. We got my bib and I also bought a shirt and a hat and then we got out of there. I wasn't that impressed and it was way too crowded.

We also visited Tracksmith, where I did some damage and a few other places. It was about 1.5 miles back to the hotel, so we stopped to get a drink and a snack and then we just ate PBJs at the hotel while relaxing. We met Jenny and Bob for a few drinks, and then my family friend, Ronnie came out, so we ended up being out from 5-8. WHOOPS. We had planned to go to this healthy-ish place for dinner, but they were close to closing, so I had some carrots and a sweet potato for dinner. NOT IDEAL.

Tim and I stopped at Walgreens and he got some beer and I got some veggie sticks because I was still quite hungry. His cousin, Sam, came to the hotel to see us, and I hung out for a little, but eventually put my sleep mask and earbuds in and went to bed at 9:30. I had over 35,000 steps by the end of the day, and at least 25,000 of those were JUST walking.

Sunday

Tim and I met Jenny and Bob in the lobby, then we ran over to Boston Common to pick up Rebuck and Pam. It was super hot and muggy, and we had fun taking pictures and looking at things. We got in about 5 miles at a 9-minute pace. We even saw Deena Kastor zip by! That was awesome.

Tim and I headed over to a brewery he had wanted to visit, but on the walk over, I started to feel pretty off. I had a terrible stomachache and felt very nauseous (I did have my period, maybe it was that). I thought maybe I was just hungry, so I ordered a side of roasted potatoes, but when they came, I wanted to barf. AND I LOVE POTATOES. I choked down half of them and then I walked back to the hotel and laid down. I spent most of the day in bed, my stomach just hurt so badly and I felt really weak. I did manage to eat a pbj and some pretzels, so at least I had some food in me.

I started to feel a little better, so we took an Uber to Harpoon to meet Tim's cousins Sam and Rachel. It was SUPER crowded and I had half of a cider before I started to feel sick again. I think it was just too crowded in there. I was also v. annoyed that everyone kept telling me I was just nervous. NO I FEEL AWFUL! I ended up Ubering back early, and taking another nap and Tim just picked up pizza and we ate back in the room. I was able to enjoy my dinner, so at least there is that. I still had a stomachache, but didn't feel as weak.

I went to bed around 8:30, Tim stayed up to watch GoT, but I slept like the dead.

Monday - RACE DAY

I was up at 5:30, got myself ready, ate PB toast with banana and then met Jenny and Bob in the lobby. We took an Uber to the Common to drop off our bags and while in line for the buses, the skies opened and started pouring. Fortunately, we had ponchos on (Thanks Jenny!). The bus ride was sooooo long, there was a crazy thunderstorm, and at one point, we were just stopped on the highway. Apparently, they had made everyone in the common not on a bus seek shelter, that's how bad it was! I was so grateful to have gotten on a bus.

Once we finally got to the village, I was a sweaty mess because it was 500 degrees on the bus. We made our way to the village, and the first tent was just a muddy, wet mess. Fortunately, we found some room in the second one, and sat down, taking turns to go to the bathroom and eating. Before I knew it, they were calling their wave, so I said goodbye and sat alone for 20 minutes, then changed my shoes and started the walk to my wave.

It had stopped raining and it was very muggy. I found a friend from home, Rachel, on the walk, and we talked for a bit before lining up, it was good to have someone there! While going to the bathroom for the last time, I saw my tampon had LEAKED ALL OVER MY TEAL SHORTS. I was mortified, but what can you do? I hoped it looked like mud. I was shaken up from that.

We finally lined up, and we were off. It was muggy, but overcast, so that helped. I took water from every single station and every spectator I could get it from. I was soaked in sweat by the second mile, but I was still feeling OK. The first half FLEW by. I hate saying that, it sounds so dumb, but it did. I had to put the brakes on so many times, the pace felt stupid easy and I felt like I could go so much faster, but I knew that would be dumb. It was still quite overcast, but I was doing OK with the fluids and getting fuel in.

7:49 7:44 7:45 7:40 7:42 7:40 7:42 7:41 7:44 7:44 7:41 7:36 7:39

I hit the half in 1:41 and change. I focused on getting to Matthew and Angela at 17.5, just for something to think about. I had my iPod on, but the volume was low and it was just for background noise.

7:41 7:45 7:42 7:48 8:02

Then, the sun came out. And the wheels started to come off. I saw Matthew and Angela and it was a huge boost. But it was so muggy and hot, and the sun was just blaring down on us. I was struggling. I saw my HR was 195 (!) which it doesn't usually hit in a 5K, so I knew I needed to do something. I took my first walk break.

8:21 8:49 10:36

I was in the midst of the infamous Newtown Hills, and I was on the struggle bus. I hit the 20 in 2:37 and change, and knew there was still hope to BQ, but I was toast. I was just too hot. I reminded myself to keep moving forward. A 9:30 mile is better than a 10-minute mile.

8:34 9:13 9:45

I saw Tim's friend Meg at 23, so that was great. When I hit 24, I made the decision to try to finish without any more walk breaks, and I DID! I wasn't running fast, I just wanted to be DONE. I saw Tim, with Rebuck and Pam, near the finish and they encouraged me to finish strong.

8:34 8:51 last .4: 7:46

I knew I was close to coming in under 3:35, and I ended with 3:34:57. When I finished, I felt... fine. I know I had more in the tank, I know I had a faster time in me. It was just too sunny and hot, my body was rebelling in that heat. It's hard not to be disappointed, but I know it could have gone a lot worse, and I am proud of myself for pushing through.

It took me a hundred years to get out of the crowds, and Tim and I FINALLY found each other.

Then, the skies opened up and it started POURING. What a lovely day! We walked for a bit to get away from the chaos, and eventually took a cab halfway back to the hotel. I took a very painful shower and then we laid around, me drinking a cider and Tim drinking a beer in bed. It was great! We then met Jenny and Bob and their families for a drink and then Tim and I found the best little Italian restaurant, which had a giant GF menu and was not overly expensive! I drank a martini!

We ended the evening at our now-favorite Irish pub, which had live music and a ton of people. It was SO FUN! Tim kept saying, "These are my people!"

We finally left around 10 (!), I finished up some work (WHICH THEY NEVER PUBLISHED LOL). And right to bed!

Tuesday

We were both up early, and on the road by 7, which was great. Because I was so dehydrated, we only needed one bathroom stop! We picked up Miles around 12:30, and it was SO good to be reunited. I think he missed us.

We were home by 2:30 and had a great team effort to get everything done. Laundry, groceries and a little cooking, before relaxing on the couch with GoT, since I hadn't seen it yet. I have to mention, this was the first intentional rest day I have taken in ten years. The only exercise I did was walk the dog. I have a pretty bad exercise addiction, but I am REALLY working on it. I reminded myself that sitting on an exercise bike or doing the elliptical for 45 minutes would not be enjoyable and what did it matter if I burned an extra 400 calories? SO I took a rest day!

I feel pretty good today, my quads are still a little sore, I went to the pool and swam, as much as I dislike it, I have found it aids in recovery.

I only have a 2.5 day workweek, so I am feeling pretty good.

If you read all this, congrats.

[riddlefromthemiddle]

I’ve hit the Big 4-6 today.  Past the decade midpoint.  On the downhill slide to 50.

Woo hoo, people, it’s party time!

In honor of this momentous occasion, here are 46 tidbits for the day.

  1.  Birthday cake is overrated.  Give me pound cake or anything from Maxie B’s and I’m one happy camper.

2.  Watching someone else at a restaurant get a birthday serenade is always more fun than being on the receiving end.

3.  Margarita on the rocks, no salt, please.

4.  It’s crazy what a difference ten pounds makes.  I try not to pass on my body issues but come on.

5.  Jack Bauer spends 30% of the time repeating his lines in an increasingly hoarse yell.  I wonder how he kept from losing his voice.

6.  I hear herbal tea is good for that.

7.  I spent the car ride to school trying to explain Putin to T-man.  Russia is a difficult concept to grasp for someone born in 21st century America.

8.  I’m sure the magic of spandex can be explained by some sort of molecular structure thing, but I didn’t pay enough attention in science.

9.  Phoebe snores.  Loudly.

10.  Mom and dad took a bunch of my friends to Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlour for one of my birthdays.  We ordered their specialty – an indescribably humongous sundae, two dozen scoops of ice cream, toppings, a tower of whipped cream – it was a veritable mountain of deliciousness, and the servers ran it to the table on a stretcher to the sound of a fire engine siren.

11.  It’s possible my family of four could eat that entire thing today.  We really like ice cream.

12.  And cheeseburgers.

13.  My kids are fascinated by the fact that none of the hotels we visit has a thirteenth floor.

14.  Bear asks me all the time what it’s like inside the jail when we drive past.  I wonder why she thinks I know.

15.  This may become my favorite form of writing since my brain jumps around like this.  All. the. time.

16.  My parents hung out upstairs so I could have a sweet sixteen party in the family room.  No, it wouldn’t have made the cut for MTV, but it was pretty awesome nonetheless.

17.  It was almost ruined by this cute but crazy boy who was extremely committed to convincing me his life was in danger.  Surprise, surprise – he played Dungeons and Dragons.

18.  I was stupid enough to get sucked in; I was smart enough to kick him out before the end of the night.  It took a while to convince him to stop contacting me altogether.  (Can you say stalker?)

19.  From then on, Dungeons and Dragons was a big red flag for me.

20.  Is that game even around anymore?

21.  I spent my twenty-first birthday with BrightSide.  We went to a bar, had a few drinks, and then I ordered an ice cream sundae.  ‘Cause I’m a party animal like that.

22.   BrightSide got the kids interested in watching Lie To Me.  It’s good because they’re learning to read people.  On the other hand, we’re losing a bit of our edge when it comes to spotting their lies.

23.  I’ve finally linked up streaming video through Amazon and it is awesome!  It’s beyond awesome!  It’s bee-awesome!!  (Shout out to Bolt.)

24.  I’ve also realized how many of my shows have profanity, sex, and/or violence.

25.  There’s a sliding scale for acceptable TV when other people are around.  I can watch certain things comfortably when workers are here, others when the kids are in and out, still others when the neighbors’ kids are visiting.

26.  This is why I’ve got everything from 24 to Suits to The Good Wife and Downton Abbey loaded on my watchlist.

27.  It also probably means I should watch less tv.

28.  Some days I like the background noise, though.

29.  T-man walked through the family room recently and pronounced the hanging family photos “creepy” because our eyes follow him around the room.  I say the more surveillance the better.

30.  I got a tattoo for my thirtieth birthday.  BrightSide is not a fan, but he came with me anyway.  Good man.

31.  Sista-friend has a saying: “I Do Big Time Stuff.”  Find an enormous snake (or two) hanging from your power box?  (true story)  The kids are present, you can’t freak out, and your hubby says you can handle it.  Here’s the internal dialogue: I can do this, I can do this, I Do Big Time Stuff, I CAN DO THIS!!  Or you open your back door to find a giant spider eyeballing you.  (true story)  It is huge.  HUGE.  But you have let the dogs out so you can’t run screaming for the hills.  Internal dialogue:  I can do this.  I can do this.  It’s not moving, it’s not staring at me, just hang on, I DO BIG TIME STUFF AND I CAN DO THIS.

I found THIS right outside our back door recently. They tell me it’s a friendly writing spider but still…

32.  Bee gave me the best throw for Christmas.  It’s downy soft, covers me from head to toe, and feels like a warm hug on a rainy day.  Phoebe has been trying to steal it all week.

33.  I can’t blame her.  I’d trick a small child to steal this blanket.  I mean, I’d give her ice cream to make up for it, but I’d steal it all the same.

34.  I’ve started reading Bee’s other gift, Raising Grateful Kids in an Entitled World by Kristen Welch.  Any time I tell people this they exclaim “You’ve got great kids!”  Well, (ahem) yes…but being selfish is human nature, and we’re doing our best to counteract that.

35.  The ladies on Downton Abbey wear the most fabulous hats.  I wonder why this fell out of style, unless it was because you’re bound to have horrible hat head once you take it off.

36.  Of course, I’d only have to worry about hat head if I invested time in fixing my hair.

37.  Which I don’t.

38.  My neighbor just called to get my vet’s emergency number for her dog.  I don’t know whether to be happy I could help or horrified that Gracie’s antics have made me this sort of resource.

39.  I also think it’s something of a miracle Gracie hasn’t needed that particular phone number yet.

40.  Birthday candles that won’t blow out are cruel.  Who gets off pranking the birthday kid?!

41.  I don’t understand people who put a slice of cake and ice cream on your plate then hand you a fork.

42.  What’s with piñatas?  Who thought it was a good idea to blindfold kids, let them swing a stick wildly, then have them swarm the candy?

43.  How young is too young for orthopedic shoes?  I’m asking for a friend.

44.  I’ve been able to keep one houseplant alive in my entire adult life.  One.  I’m like the Dr. Kevorkian of plant life.

45.  After forty-six years on this planet I’ve accepted these truths: yawns and smiles are contagious, singing almost always lifts my spirits, and dancing around with my kids makes them laugh.

46.  And yoga pants are da bomb.

  Passing the midpoint. #milestone #mylife #birthday #RFTM I've hit the Big 4-6 today.  Past the decade midpoint.  On the downhill slide to 50.