Wishing all of you the happiest of holidays! May your cookies be sugary and your cocoa be warm. Lots of love from me to you! Heart emoji.
Whiteside was injured during the playoffs- wants max money for immaturity and injuries. Also his home all packed up on Snapchat. Full of boxes.
— SARAH RAMSINGH (@SarahRamsingh) June 3, 2016
Bradley Beal get 3 million, KD getting a billion. Hell, I might be able to finesse million from a team
— Cherchez La Femme (@FrankieVtotheD) July 1, 2016
Biggest NBA trade/sign so far Jeff Teague to Pacers. Joakim Noah signing w/ Knicks tomorrow 2nd- er today. Hometown NY & bff Rose.
In four minutes NBA Free Agency starts and since I’ll be up a good portion of the night- I got you covered.
I never assumed I’d never miss sleep again after school. It was just a happy thought I rewarded myself with at graduation.
While this half of the hemisphere gets ready for bed, on last day before the fourth of July holiday weekend, I am buried under work. Saturn sized work. In a effort to stay awake, not google 40 foot bridges, and train tracks, I bring you a live blog. Maybe you have to stay awake too. Maybe you have a small child crying and you need entertainment. Or maybe you want to laugh at an Indian girl who thought all-nighters ended after college but she saw that dream die years ago.
Come tag along. I’ll make you a good cup of coffee.
Did I ever tell you guys that I lived in Hialeah in college. Oh, yes, yes I did. God bless, Ludlam Road and the Palmetto Expressway. Before they renamed themselves Miami Lakes, they were west Hialeah. Some of the greatest food, the worst traffic, and the craziest people.
Love you, Hialeah. Love ‘ju’!
For us Hindus, it’s Holi! Holi is the start of spring and the beginning of the new year. It’s a triumph of good over evil as we say good-bye to the darkness of cold and usher in the goodness of the light.
Spring is all about color. Nature brings back her greens and blues. Flowers dust us in pink. We celebrate by throwing these colors on each other to remind us that life is reemerging.
With the start of the new year we put behind us all past regrets, make sure all debts are paid off (although- find me an Indian person that carries a balance), and start off with a clean slate.
Religiously, it’s about King Hiranyakashipu becoming arrogant and thinking he is bigger than Vishnu. Through a fire, Vishnu appears and kills Hiranyakashipu.
We reflect, we pray, we eat, and we slap each other with color! Come be Holi with me!
I really think it’s hysterical when a man thinks that the worst thing he can call a woman is a slut. I laugh it off because I know that the idiot probably has the IQ of a peanut (an insult still to the vegetable- I know).
When my Miami Heat won our glorious, thrilling, and amazing season, I didn’t notice it. No one sent me hateful messages- or maybe I was too busy reveling in the joy of pounding on my pots and pans to see it. I even made a new Spurs friend on Twitter.
— SARAH RAMSINGH (@SarahRamsingh) June 21, 2013
I’m not the type of person to spread hate. I close every video I make with live long and prosper; no truer geek greeting if there was one. However, my positivity does not mean the whole world was raised with sunshine and good parenting.
It wasn’t until a few weeks after the Heat championship that a negative tweet rolled in. The best part is it wasn’t from a San Antonio fan (that town is way too classy for hate). It was a Los Angeles Laker fan- which in all fairness- made complete sense.
@SarahRamsingh lol that ish is getting old sloot
— Ricardo Sanchez (@ItzYerrp) July 8, 2013
Am I shocked that none of my guy friends (that I know of) received nasty comments on Twitter? Not really. It’s a thousand times easier to hate on a girl. I even had to google what ‘sloot’ meant because I wasn’t raised in the gutter. I initially responded nicely to him because I had no idea this internet big shot with 8 followers was calling me a slut.
Then when I went down to the Florida SuperCon, a friend of a friend proudly announced how Knicks fans, (him being a NY fan himself, though not sure if he was in the name calling) were calling female Heat fans sluts. How a grown man could be proud of this kind of behavior again was beyond me.
Listen, first and foremost, it’s always hysterical when a dynasty loses. So, of course I tweet funny things when the Celtics, Lakers, Yankees, or Knicks crumble. Why? Because these titans are use to glory and the money that buys it. I am a proud Miami girl. I love all Miami teams and am a University of Miami alumni. They only dynasty team Miami has ever had is the Miami Hurricanes. I am thrilled that the Heat is properly restoring our dynasty crown (my next prayer is for the Dolphins; I have faith in the Canes).
I wasn’t going to write about this or even make a video (oh, it’s coming) – but I am choosing to address it because when some loser out there with his loser team is choosing to throw hate at female Miami Heat fans, he needs to shamed. Shamed the same way he is trying to shame a woman. And girls need to know to stand strong and not let these fools run you off the internet.
If you think you’re representing your team and your city by calling a Miami Heat fan a slut- you’re not. You’re PATHETIC. You’re a LOSER. You’re SAD. And we female Miami Heat fans are still CHAMPIONS.
Last night, Ernie from TNT debuted Thanksgiving in May, since we’re at the half way point to that glorious day (scary, I know). Every week I usually do Happy Happy Joy Joy which is just a list of things I’m grateful for told through pictures. I haven’t been keeping up because
I am the laziest biatch in the known world I’ve been busy and I’ve had ridiculous server issues. However, all of those excuses have been fixed and we’re back in business over here! So below are things I am thankful for. Let me know what yours are! A great example would be: pizza.
★ Second City Coffee table book from @Jotenko!
★ More books, cards, and a new Flamingo from @Jotenko!
★ And of course, I am always grateful for the playoffs on TNT.
You couldn’t pay me to be a mother to a two legged child- at least not nine months from now. Or eighteen months from now. And more than likely, not even twenty-seven months from now.
I get in on the weekends at four in the morning. Four. If I really want to party sometimes that gets pushed to seven. In other words- the sun beats me to my bed. Can you imagine if I had a child to look after? I can’t. Most week nights dinner is a oh-shoot-there’s-only-Vodka-in-the-fridge type scenario. Children require vegetables.
I see girls younger than me, with their own kids and I often wonder, “How the heck do they manage?” Some of them are students. All of them have at least one job. I don’t even know how anyone can go to school and raise kids. It seems impossible. College is for drinking and picking the wrong boyfriends.
Being a mother is the stuff that real super hero’s are made of. You’re responsibe for a human life. For bringing caring, thoughtful, and intelligent human beings into the world.
When I look at my two-legged child, I realize that Mother’s Day is about a choice to do those things. Every day I look at his sweet fluffy face, I realize that June 1, 2006 was the greatest day of my life. It was the day this little ball of wonder came home would not stop running through my apartment. The vet told me to leave him in one room and to slowly let him have full rein of the whole apartment. I didn’t listen. From the minute he came home, he goes where he wants, whenever he wants. He sleeps in cupboards or on top of the fridge.
While everyone else thinks today is a day to do laundry for your mom, I think for mommies it’s a day to just stare at your kids- be it two or four legged- and realize just how perfect they are.