Life and Times of a Nigga Called Da Muhs

I was driving to the store with the girls in the car and I started playing some Celine Dion. I sung along with it, hitting the high notes and all (terribly), and really getting into it as if nobody can see me or hear me (well, it was dark, so I don't think anybody coulda really seen me). After a while, I stopped singing and asked my girls if they like my singing. They both said "Yes." I started laughing because I totally expected them to say "No" and make fun of me. They can be real honest and critical, so that caught me by surprise. I guess they really do like my singing. Thanks. Another day, we stopped at Wal-Mart and I got out the car to walk toward the store to find Mumina a motorized wheelchair to use. An old, white, big guy was using one of those chairs coming out of the store and he was close to his vehicle, so I went to him to ask if I could take the chair after he unloads his things. He said "sure" so I went and got everybody out the car. Afte...

I parked at the grocery store in a handicap spot, put the tag up and walked toward the entrance. A guy was walking behind me and as I entered the store I hear him say "It must be hard being greasy." I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, so I kept walking. But then I heard him say it again. This time I felt like he definitely was talking to me, but I kept walking without looking back. As I was trying to figure out if he was really talking to me I heard him saying something else, but it sounded like he was on the phone with someone, continuing a conversation as if what he said before was part that conversation. I didn't catch what he was saying, but it was something like "...so my mom was trying to buy something or other from someone...." I don't know, I forgot what exactly he said, but it sounded like maybe he got on the phone and his earlier statement was leading him to tell someone about how someone tried to scam his mom or something. I didn't look...

I was doing more training with another coworker I just met today and he said he was soon going to be transferring to our company's Phoenix office because his fiance got a job there. After talking for a bit I asked a question about his "wife" and he started using "he" to refer to them and in my head I'm like "oops, I thought for sure he said he had a wife". I didn't remember if he actually mentioned a wife or something else. Of course I didn't catch any of what he was saying since that just threw me off. Later on he did say "fiance" and I'm like "oh, that's what he must have said initially...my bad". That must've been so awkward for him to hear me say that and try to answer with the switch up. He didn't correct me and I didn't apologize or correct myself, so it made it really awkward going forward in our conversations. I felt bad for assuming things, but I swear I'm not a homophobe. I don't jud...

I accidentally cut part of my right index finger off with a 1-blade folding utility knife (had to look up exactly what to call it). Anyways, I was working in the field training with one of our soil techs. I recently started a new rotation at my job where I'll be in the field testing soil compaction for various projects. We were taking a break so I left the job site and pulled into a shopping center parking lot. I was planning on looking for a battery for my key fob for my car since it's been needing a replacement for a while. I previously bought one battery but realized later it needed two. Well, I put off getting another battery for a while because I'm lazy, it seemed to still be working ok, and I wanted to see how long it can last before it craps out and I get stuck not being able to lock or start my car (it's one of those button start cars with a remote fob). Well my car almost didn't want to start so I decided I should probably finally get another battery (Well ...

I was at work in my office and playing different youtube videos to get me thru the day with things to listen to. One of my recommended videos was a news piece talking about a program that allows kids to spend time with their incarcerated dads for the day in a gymnasium. It's from about 6 years ago but I just clicked it since it seemed interesting. As it played I started to get teary eyed. It was so weird because I didnt expect to really react to it. When I caught myself and tried to just let it play I was getting teary eyed again. It's not like it was super emotional but it did have some moments. I didnt know what to make of it, but I  think it made me think of my kids and the idea of not being able to see them for such a long time. I've watched videos before or listened to songs which made me think of my kids and felt emotional, so I guess this was one of those times. But it reminded me of the time some years ago before I even had kids where I was watching some program and...

I was out at a couple of stores, a Japanese market (Mumina loves the Udon noodle soups there) and WalMart. In both I had a quick interaction where I thought afterwords "what if I said what I really wanted to say?" just to see how they respond. In the Japanese market, I went into a section and a girl worker was on a step stool doing something with the products. She didn't see me initially, so when she turned to me she got a little startled. I asked if I scared her and she was like "oh, no". She was nice and told me to let her know if I needed help with anything. That was that, but my alternate response that came to me after I asked if I scared her would be "don't worry, I'm scared of black people too" 😄. I'm so racist. I say that when I accidently scare Mumina. I wonder how she would've reacted....probably turn red feeling guilty and embarrassed. I should do that one day. At Walmart Mumina was with me and I had a big vacuum in my cart. ...

I was at the grocery store gas station and a lady on the opposite pump from me came up to me and just started talking about her experience with the negative attendant. She was basically saying that so many people just have negative attitudes so thats why she tries to stay positive when dealing with them. She went on to describe several different situations dealing with negative people. I chimed in here and there but for the most part she did all the talking. Not only that, but she was a rambler. She would mention something and add meaningless extra details while staying on topic. She kept going on and on, but it's fine. I'm a listener. I just got off work and was in the middle of some errands, but was in no rush and wasn't bothered. She was nice, but just needed to get some stuff off her chest. Anyways, I thought it was funny because I seem to attract ramblers. In all my relationships with females, they have been ramblers, but in slightly different ways. They all can talk a...

I've been working at the Las Vegas airport for the last few months. It's a project where they are installing bollards onto the sidewalk. The bollards are cylindrical structures which are lined up along the road to prevent vehicles from encroaching on the sidewalk. They placed them along "The Strip" recently and decided it was a good idea to place at airport. Anyways that's not the point of this. So the work is  in front of the terminal but we have to park down the hill in a closed off area near the airport employee parking lot. So I was sitting in my car writing up my report (or just getting some AC, either way) and a flight attendant (I think) walked by (I see a lot of people dressed up walking by and I think they're flight attendants and pilots, and they always have luggage so I'm pretty sure that's what they are). She was a young attractive white lady and she walked past my car toward the terminal. A little later I see her come back toward my car an...

 I nearly got scammed. I received a text from "my bank" suspecting fraud asking if a Zelle transaction was authorized or not. I've gotten similar texts from my bank that actually were from them that would ask if certain transactions were authorized. Over the last few months I've gotten those texts and have had to replace several bank cards, so it wasn't so weird to get this. I was just thinking "here we go again" since I just finished dealing with recent fraud activity and replacing a card. Well, I replied "no" and they immediately called me. They sounded so legit and even spoofed my actual bank's fraud #, so there weren't any red flags right away. I didn't realize right away that it was spoofed, but confirmed it immediately after the call. Anyways, the guy told me that money was being sent to someone (he gave a name that I don't remember) for something like $4500 and that they were trying to recover the money before it's pr...

I got into a discussion with myself the other day while driving. I was giving thought to what dreams might mean. Dreams can be so random, but seem so realistic at times. This discussion revolved around the possibility that dreams occur in a parallel universe or may even be a glimpse of a past life. I've heard discussions about parallel universes before but never really delved into it or given it serious thought. I don't have strong feelings either way as to whether it could be a real thing or not. But I thought it could be that because often dreams occur in the present time, but details are different. Like the dream that kinda triggered this discussion I had an infant son who had died, but he eventually magically came back to life. I felt that this was Sanai, but it was definitely a boy. I wondered if maybe in a parallel universe I had a son but it occurred in the present time. I don't know for certain if it was the present, so that opens the possibility of it being in a to...

I'm sure everyone goes through moments where they realize how short and finite our time here is. Our entire existence is so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. When you think of how large the universe is and how much we don't even know here on earth such as what exists deep in the oceans and the complex life forms all over the planet, etc. It becomes even scarier when we wonder what exactly happens when we die and if there is even anything for us afterwards. I feel confident that we experience life after death and not just by what religion teaches us. I'm fascinated with accounts of near-death experiences and how they all are unique but at the same time have eerily similar elements. I also strongly believe in a higher power and again not just from what religion teaches us. But I think we all wonder "what is the point of this life?", "How does it relate to our afterlife (if there is one)?". There has to be something to it all. Why is our existenc...

Throughout my grade school career I was an admitted loser. I barely had any real friends, didn't talk to many people, and sat alone at lunch time. I still made time to have many embarrassing moments during those lunch periods. I'll reminisce here a bit. Well I was enrolled in public school starting in 5th grade in elementary school. Lunch periods we only sat with our class, but I still didn't really talk to anyone. I remember one kid mocking the way I eat my popcorn. Mom always would pack some popcorn (made from those classic popcorn makers every morning). I would hold the bag of popcorn in my lap rather than just have it on the table. I don't remember it bothering me too much that he mocked me except it was a little embarrassing. It was another loser kid anyway so nobody paid attention. When I started middle school I was used to just sitting with my class at lunch, so at my first lunch I sat near people that were from my class not realizing I can sit anywhere I wanted....

I sold my Chevy Equinox for cheap. For the last few months I had it sitting in the garage. I called a place last week that buys cars but put it on hold when I found that the battery was bad. They wanted pictures of the car but I couldn't get any until I took it out the garage. Even when I got a new battery it was acting up and wouldn't work. I was able to use my battery charger to get it to start (the old battery wouldn't start when I hooked it up but this one did). So I got it running and backed it out to the driveway. I finally called the place back yesterday and got it sold for $175. I'm just happy to get rid of that piece of crap. Now that my garage is clearer I can sort through the rest of the crap taking up space in the garage. I still have a bunch of old stuff I brought from SC that I never fully went through. I'm sure most of it is useless crap but I need to get to it. I'm trying to declutter and get organized. Right now it's just a big mess. I also ...

Not much going on so I'll reminisce. In my freshman high school Spanish class one assignment was to do a report on a foreign country. I'm not sure if it was just to report facts about the country or create a fictional visit there. Either way it was obviously to be written in Spanish, but we also were to draw the flag of that country on a poster board as part of the presentation. Well I chose Scotland since I was a fan of them in the FIFA video games. For the flag I colored it purple instead of blue only because the soccer team wore purple. I think I knew it was supposed to be blue and wanted to make it blue, but went ahead with purple anyway since I guess I convinced myself that the uniforms were the correct color for the flag. This was before easy access to internet for us ('98), so I couldn't just do a quick google search (or Ask Jeeves as it were at the time) to look it up. But I'm pretty sure I used our old encyclopedias we had for research for this project, so ...

When I was buying our house in 2019, I was using my gmail to communicate with the realtor. At the time I recently switched my Google name to "Moz H", so that's what showed up as my name in the email. So when we spoke on the phone he says "Hey Moz" (pronounced like it rhymes with Oz, which I suppose is how it appears). It sounded too weird so I changed my Google name back to my real name. He was a cool guy...a bit hyper, but he was good. Thanks, guy, but call me by my actual name.

Well I've bought a car through Carvana. My old vehicle was having too many troubles over the last few months, but especially the last few weeks. We started a new rotation at my job where I'll be in the field for the next three months at least, but likely more in the next rotation also. So I have to do a lot more driving going to different job sites which are usually around 15-20 minutes from the office. My vehicle continued to overheat and I was adding coolant about everyday. When it overheats it shifts into a different gear and drives much slower and grinds a little bit. When I come to a stop after driving for a bit in that mode it will usually cut off. Thankfully it'll start up right away (unlike before when it was cutting off randomly and took 15-20 seconds to restart), but it could shut right back off. I had to time the lights right by quickly restarting the car and shifting to drive as traffic starts moving since it'll cut right back off if I don't start moving...

Earlier this week I was sent out to train with someone who reminded me of someone I worked with in South Carolina. His look and mannerisms were exactly the same. That got me thinking about doppelgangers. It's so weird how you can meet someone who looks exactly like someone you met somewhere else. A few people told me they know someone who looked like me when I was in the Greenville area. I even saw someone in the store who looked exactly like Mumina. It was so weird. That's why we had to move. There just can't be versions of us in the same area. We haven't seen us in Vegas yet so I think we're good now....hold on...actually someone at my job did say I looked like someone here. Nevermind...maybe we don't belong here. I joke with Mumina everytime she says 'that person looks just like my cousin' or something like that and I immediately say 'yeah a lot of black people do look alike'. She doesn't like that. It just seems like theres just a finite ...

There's a white curly guy at my job who works the shift immediately after my shift, so as I'm about to leave I usually see him come in. Today when I saw him I started saying in my head "Well Curly Boy is just being so curly..." in MC Hammer's voice. I wasn't sure where I remembered that from so I looked it up when I got home and found out it was from the short-lived cartoon "Hammerman". Hammer would give live-action intros and outros and there was a curly boy there. We used to imitate Hammer while saying stupid things about curly boy like what popped into my head. I searched for it on Youtube and sure enough it's on there. Sweet. I don't remember the actual cartoon very well but I definitely remember making fun of curly boy. Man, the 90s were so great. So many memories of stupid things we used to do. I can't believe that popped into my head. Sweet nostalgia.

When I was a freshman in high school, we had a sort of "fun" assignment in English class where we can pick a song and present the lyrics and play the song to the class. I don't remember exactly what the point of it was. (Of note this was one of the classes me and Shahadah shared since we were placed in the same grade for some reason). We had to submit the lyrics to the teacher along with the CD (or cassette in my case). Well at the time I think the only music I had was a Kenny G "best of" cassette that I would listen to sometimes that I got from Mom. For no particular reason I chose the song "By The Time This Night is Over" (song with Peabo Bryson, I don't know who that is). I guess I liked the song and it was one of the few songs on there that actually had lyrics. Well I wrote the lyrics down from listening to it (I don't remember having internet back then to just look up lyrics), so I remember listening to it over and over and writing the lyr...

This past weekend I replaced the garbage disposal. It was the first time I ever delved into that territory. The previous one stopped working about a week or so prior and leaked a bit, so I decided to replace it after not being able to figure out how to get it to work. It was a bit challenging but really wasn't that difficult. I did end up spending a few hours on it though. When I first put it together it leaked, but I was able to seal it eventually. It was very satisfying to complete it without many problems. That's one nice thing about owning a home (even though I don't really "own" the house since I have a mortgage on it and I will never really own it as long as big government charges me property taxes for existing within "their" territory...but I won't get into that). Rather than calling for a maintenance person when renting, you're responsible for fixing things around the house. That's actually good to learn certain things, but also can b...