Every Year, Every Christmas

I know, I've been missing in action.It's that time of the year again. Today my sister and I finished our Christmas shopping. There was so many people. I mean dayam. I really didn't want to be out there because last minute shoppers,really tend to lose their minds.Fortunately,we weren't out too long.

My nephew will be here this year. I haven't seen him in 2 years. It will feel good to sit down and talk with him face to face. I've missed that.

You guys know I miss you as well.I hope your holiday is filled with love and laughter. I hope you smile so much that your faces hurt. I pray for your health and safety. Be Blessed people.

Have a very Merry Christmas!

My Everything

I'm loving Chrisette Michelle's" Be Ok "and Mary's "Just Fine".



I spent the day with the parents yesterday. They are finally going on the cruise that we planned to send them on over a year ago. The journey we took to get them to this point has been one hell of a ride.

The first thing was getting a birth certificate for my father.That's easy enough right? Wrong, my father had been under the impression his entire life that he was born in Patterson N.J. So my sister and I sent for his birth certificate from there. Well it turns out they had no record of him.We went back to my dear father and explained that someone must have told him wrong because he was not born in Patterson. So now we had to figure out which parent told him wrong where the heck he was really born. You can find out an awful lot about someone on the internet.After finding his birth place was actually Jersey City we were elated! We received his birth certificate.

The second thing was getting a Passport. We soon found out that the passport couldn't be issued because the birth certificate was filed a year after his birth. Still him, just a year later. Go figure.Made no sense at all to me, but this was our gov't at work. Urggh!

So now they needed two other forms of proof of citizenship. Not marriage or work records. Not social security or pension records. Not Teamster membership or dues paid. A whole lifetime of memories none of that mattered. What they wanted was school records or baptismal records. Are you kidding me? Keep in mind my dad is no spring chicken. The school he attended to my surprise was still standing however the records ( over fifty years old)had been archived or destroyed. So we tried repeatedly to no avail to get some help from the people who originated the phrase " Hold Please".

Finally, in a last ditch effort to make this cruise a reality we called the church were he was baptized, some 70 years ago and the woman who answered the phone actually remembered the pastor and knew where the records were kept. Ain't God good?

We received his passport. They are already packed and just waiting to go.I told them both I want them to party like it's 1999 from the first moment they get on board until they get back.

I'm glad that we are blessed enough to be able to do this for them. I can't wait to send them off.

Let Your Hair Down

Hair Trauma- Before you guys start clowning me. YES I do have hair! Long thick uncooporative hair. So I like to wear wigs and weaves. They are more manageable for me. I don't have to fight, plead and wrestle with them. Most times...

You get what you pay for. You would think as long as I have been sitting in the weave chair that I would know better. But honey, Sista Lee had a sale on the hair and I lost my mind gathering packs. I used my new cheap hair for my doo for Thanksgiving. After seeing Queen Latifah's hair on the American Music Awards, I had to have that style. Intially, my hair was the bomb! I couldn't quite get it like Queens but it was cute.

Friday - Took a shower, water hit my head. No biggie. I will just flatiron and go!

Uh oh, Houston we had a problem . Now, although Sista Lees hair said 100% human. I don't know which human it came from, because I sat there for 30 minutes with the bumpers and could not get this hair to bend or flip. So I decide to wrap it and sit under the dryer.

Saturday- Wrap didn't work, and the weekend is coming to an end and I'm looking at myself in the mirror saying what are you going to do with this hot mess?So I decide to roller set it. Lawd, why was the hair melting, sticking what the hell ever to my rollers? WTF!!! That is not supposed to happen with human hair!!!!

Saturday night- Pulled weave out head, because the disaster that was once a hairdo has gone to far to save. So now I am sporting hair that sort of looks like this...
as a matter of fact it looks exactly like this. Being I'm not going to any casting calls for the live version of the Boondocks I'm pissed and wondering what I am going to do with not only my hair( which looks like its ready for a fight) but all this hair I bought. Because you know they never take it back, no matter what the reason is. No matter if you have a receipt. The answer is always no!

Sunday- Bushy Ponytail. (Hell, I got some of it to lay down and behave. I can't push it.)

Monday-I'm still pretty hot about my bargain hair. I visit Sista Lee and let her know about my hair don't experience. I explain to her that this hair cannot possibly be human. Perhaps,its marked incorrectly. To my surprise, Lee takes the hair back. (I guess looking at my head was enough to soften her heart). Or the fact that I have put at least one of her children through college . I don't know, but I leave happy. With new hair, yay!

Tuesday- New doo, and lesson learned... again.

Stop In The Name Of Love

I absolutely love this time of year! It's the time when peoples hearts are a little softer. Their smiles are genuine. They aren't as rude. I love Thanksgiving because I get to spend time with my family and friends. ( And I get extra days off) that is always a blessing. I wish we could all just slow down and enjoy it all. I have seen so many Christmas decorations and heard so many Carols you would think it was Christmas here. Forget 12 it's The 90 days of Christmas-

I appreciate Thanksgiving, and not just because of the Charlie Brown special with its cool jazz piano.

I appreciate Thanksgiving because it gives me a chance to reflect on my life. I'm am grateful to God everyday for my blessings but, on Thanksgiving I can share those blessing with my loved ones. I wish we all could just stop for a minute, and forget about stuffing ourselves with so many calorie filled entrees and just notice the love that we are surrounded with.Don't just break bread with your familyor friends but,talk with them.Tell them how much you love them. Forget about the sales for a minute ( I know some are irresistible) and think about all the things you have in your life that you are truly thankful for.

I'm not knocking on the sales or Christmas. I am crazy about the day Christ was born. But we have to , to coin a phrase "Remember the reason for this season." Enjoy each holiday. Give each one its due. Nothing is promised. But if I am fortunate enough to be here years from now, I want to be able to reflect on holidays, spent with my people and how much it meant to me.

So go have your Turkey day. Enjoy your families and your friends. Look at your football games. Eat till you (almost) bust. I'll see you at the gym. And thank God for the day.

Have Happy Thanksgiving...Be Blessed.

These Three Words

These may be the three most important words in the English language. Parents say it to their children. Lovers say it to each other. Teachers say it to students. Every now and again some may even say it strangers.

Some people find it hard to say. I don't know, I think because of the way I was raised it comes so naturally for me. Whenever I feel its needed in someones life I share these words. As I watch so many wandering aimlessly through their lives I often find myself wondering if anyone ever said it to them. I feel like yelling it from the rooftops sometimes. Especially if they are young people. Just chillin' not knowing what to do with themselves. Not realizing if only someone had just mentioned it. Things might be different. If only someone cared enough about them, or set that example for them.I remember when my parents first said it to me; I was complaining as youngstas sometimes will about things I wanted. Not needed ,wanted. My father called me into the den sat me down and said. "GET A JOB".

It stung a little at first I admit. So used to having my hand out( and having it filled). But hey, it was what I needed to hear.

You want to eat...get a job
You want a house...get a job
You want a car...get a job
You want nice things..get a job

Simple huh???

Ohh Lalala

Being I have been complaining, some of my girls have decided to "hook" me up. These are people who are supposed to know me, and yet they don't know me. You know?

Coworker M- decided I should met her cousin, how many times have you,people I have never met in my life read here"YOU MUST HAVE ALL YOUR TEETH???!!!" This is not an option. So dude shows up, he's dressed nice. He smells nice.Then he opens his mouth and the left side is just missing in action. Teeth just gone. And dude has adjusted to this and has trained his lip to try and cover it.So he looks sort of like looting lenny to me. And I'm waiting for him to say "Psst, can I holla at you for a minute". He was nice enough on the phone. But I couldn't get beyond the missing teeth.Are you kidding me? Keep it moving Brah, keep it moving. When I asked M had she lost her mind, she looked a little pissed. But damn, don't show me pics of your people from back in the day and present day is tore the hell up.

My girl L- Now this is what I am talking about. She is feeling me. Brotha had it going on. Currectly has a MD after his name and currently working towards adding esquire. Yes!!! I ain't saying I'm a golddigger. So we decide to meet for drinks, damn this dude boring. I mean dayaaaaaam, it was all I could do to keep from falling off the stool. When I went to the bathroom, I was ready to start a fire so they could evacuate the restaurant. Brotha had no conversation beyond his work. See, I told you I'm not a GD.

So I figured I would have to just go back to doin' me. Because my folks were obviously confused. I decided to go to the movies with Dude I met at the gas station. I need to get over "pretty boys" for real. This playa, kept trying to convince me to come back to his place. How many times do I have to say it Damn! I'm just so damn pretty ( I am) and he just didn't want the date to end. Do I have UMFUFU written on my forehead? In what lifetime would I come back to your place to talk? You couldn't possibly have anymore to say because you talked enough during the damn movie. I wished I had an eject button. His ass would have been airborne.

The struggle continues....

Fairytales

While reading in the blogosphere,I was reminded by Blujewel
of the woes of the dating game. Sometimes we as women get caught up in the fairytale.Most young girls dream of a prince ( so to speak) their own personal princes' coming to sweep them off their feet.Dating becomes harder because of the fairytale. Once we believe that we have connected with a person, we look for the next level. We want to define ourselves. Who am I to you? If we believe he is our Prince, well then I must be your Princess. But because of agenda,timing, gameplay, whatever the reason sometimes we just disconnect. The reality is there are no princes, there aren't always happy endings. When we realize this we are caught off guard, because we believe in our heart of hearts that if we do all the things needed to make our relationships work then everything will be fine. How many of our girlfriends have we listened to, and how many have listened to us going over where it went wrong? Sometimes there just isn't an answer dammit. You did everything right, you just happened to be with a toad. So what do we do? We walk around with one damn glass slipper searching for the prince again because we are holding fast to the fairytale. Heartbreak is a powerful thing. No one wants to be hurt. For some it breaks not only the heart but also the spirit.We as women have to ugh...for lack of a better term "man up". We have to stop letting our hearts be our guides because the aren't always on point. Being the more sensitive sex allows us, to forgive and forget more easily, all in the name of love. Let go of the Princess and become the Queen. How powerful I am? Once you realize this you free yourself. You will not allow toxic relationships to continue because you love yourself. You will not be so desperate for companionship that we will lower your bar and settle for whatever comes your way. You will not compromise your beliefs.You will not attract a prince,with his limited power but a King, who appreciates you and all your glory. Your story will be your own. And you will smash all the fairytales and that one slipper to pieces.

I just love the man

Denzel is too fine. He is getting better with age. I just spent the past two hours with him. Just he and I having our quality time. I love just watching this man walk. I'm no stalker. I say again, I am no stalker. But,I could easily become one for him. Now, I'm going to go pray on this. Stay Blessed and go see this movie. Bootleggers are running rampant!

Arthur

I used to be able to dance for hours. I was< the energizer bunny. Now, I have a three dance limit. I remember power walking from parties I told my parents we had a ride home from and making my Cinderella curfew!I remember playing endless games of handball. Running a million suicides,( although I hated them and my coach for making me do them)I couldn't do one now if you paid me.Not one ache the next day. As I listen to my body snap, crackle and popping, like my name IS Rice Krispie,I recall my great-grandmother talking about Arthur.

Arthur is bold, ruthless and ageless, he doesn't introduce himself and try to get to know your likes and dislikes. He just enters your life, he doesn't ask permission to hold your hands, rub your knees, back, legs or hips. He just grabs hold and he doesn't care one bit if you like it or not. Arthur entered my life around 38, and although I've tried to leave him many times, his jealous, stalking ass won't let me be. Each time he comes back, he comes with a hard lesson he wants to teach me. When I ignore him, he becomes downright abusive, sending sharp pains my way. I swear if I could catch him slipping I would bust him in the forehead with one of my cast iron pots. He knows, and every time he gets me it's on a sneak tip.

Most days I'm fine. Something about cold weather makes him even more evil.As I am typing this, this punk is messing with me. Making my fingers tingle and numb. Making my knees throb.

I used to be able to dance for hours...

Just The Two Of Us

I'm going to talk about breast so men,turn your head if you don't want to read about my woes. I've had these breast of mine for some thirty years now. I was an early bloomer, real early. I disliked my breast at first because I wanted to be like the other little girls and wear tiny little "T" straps. I couldn't. The problem was in 5th grade there were only two other girls who had developed as much as I had and we all earned the nickname "boomboom". Boys were dumb to us then, and their fascination with my breast caused me to fight them. By the time I was fifteen, I thought I would like them but large breast and basketball was causing me some problems. Other than tapping them down, I had no choices.Lord knows I should have invented the sports bra.At least been in on the prototype.
When I had finally grew into my breast. I learned to love them. But, I still don't know when they started to take on a life of their own. So to speak. I mean I've always had to deal with men staring at them,Talking to them instead of me. Fighting with them for attention is probably why I don't wear anything low cut, nor do I show much cleavage. They just ARE, and always have been.

I know I shouldn't complain beacuse women pay ( huge sums) to get what I have been blessed with but, sometimes I wonder why. Like today for instance. Now keep in mind I don't buy any cheap bras. Those just don't work for large breasted women. But this beautiful bra I had on today,ladies you know the cute sets we buy, it was sooo pretty. But this one must have been irregular. I have a mind to take it back because something is definitely wrong. I know my size and have for some time. I've been measured for goodness sakes! When I put it felt a little snug but I figured that was because it was new. By the time I got where I was going The TWO were trying to peak out from the bottom of the cup. No biggie I figured I would adjust the strap. Lawd,what did I do that for? You ever see women with that third breast thingy going on? Well I had a fourth. Of course I was too cute, to have four breast today so, I readjusted the strap. When I did that the TWO decided to really act a fool. They didn't want to stay even or inside. So there I was Four- breasted, lopsided lady. You can't get your flirt on looking like Quasimoto (hump reversed). So I decided to call it a day. The TWO are on punishment for showing out in public and I have tossed yet another beautiful bra in the don't even think about it pile.

Somewhere

Rant- Michael Baisden of radio and now televsion "Baisden After Dark". Asked this question on his late night program on TVone. Do you believe that men are incapable of being monogamous? 99.999999 percent of the women in the audience said no.His response was, if women truly believe that then why are we so upset when a man cheats.One of the panelist, sorry I forget her name stated there is also something called free-will. Which I totally agree with. Am I to excuse a man for his transgression simply because of his gender. Hell NO!!!, I expect to be treated with the same respect that I give you. I expect to be honored. I expect that when a man tells me that we are in a relationship that he will do all he needs to keep that relationship strong. I expect that if he should see something else he wants to try to he will come to me and tell me so, then let me decide if I want to be involved in a threesome.9 (That would be another Hell No but tellme anyway).Everyday women are tempted, everyday we smile politely and say no thank you, I have a husband/man. Hell I even make up men. Why can't men do the same? Why can't they be content with what they have.Simply because your testosterone levels are higher? So, women with mustaches or beards cheat more than woman with no facial hair? This is not a gender flaw that is psychological. Men have been conditioned to this way of thinking. If we taught our girls the same way then, we could say that women aren't capable of being monogamous.What it really is, is BS with a capital B. I am so sick of men using this tired excuse to wreck havoc in women's lives. Why don't we try to teach our young men that its not cool to bed everyone woman who is willing. It's not cool to deceive people. STD's aren't cool, heartbreak isn't cool. Multiple baby mamas' is not cool. Soon these poor kids won't be able to date anyone, anyway because they will all be related. Why can't we try to raise young men to be chivalrous, honorable men. Why can't we instill the same values in young men, we hammer into young women?

Ok, there are some treacherous, scandalous women too. I know. Women who do not care what relationship that man is in so long as he does for her. These women sadly do not care enough about themselves to look for honorable men. They are willing, to settle for whatever because they do not have the esteem or the mindset that they are worth more. I can only pity these women and pray that they wake up.

Enough said...single me.I can't forgive and forget repeatedly.I don't have the desire or capcity to tolerate bullshit. So, single I will remain,if that's all there is.

Does anyone else find it despicable that Monopoly now comes with a ATM cash card? Do we need to dummy down our children anymore?

If I Had My Way

Yesterday while I was listening to the Steve Harvey show,Chrisette Michelle-If I had my way was on . She sang this song and others live. This young woman can blow,sang, tear it up, rip it.This little sis(23) did things with her voice yesterday before 9 am than I can do all year. She did it so well, she impressed me so much with her vocal rnage and skills that I went and bought this album, sorry cd today. I only do that for Anita.If you are in the mood for a little Billie, Etta mixed with a little Aretha, Gladys and a heap of new school do yourself a favor.
Now you know this woman does not disappoint. Oh, by the way, in you are in NY she is playing Ms. Sophia, Sophia( such a pretty name) in the Color Purple on Broadway. Now her single Angel is very good. But Disrespectful w/MJB and Back in the day are on fire!...

I love music. You guys must know this by now. I love to hear talented people doing their thing. I don't care which genre you fall under as long as you are good. I've been dancing all morning. I better get some work done. Stay blessed!

Let It Be

So often I find myself at a crossroads, thankfully most times I have chosen the best path. I've never claimed to be a christian, but I do believe in God and I know many a day that he watches over me.I know most times I call on him, when things go wrong. But I'm not alone there. Today I want to thank him for the good things in my life, for the smile on my face.For patience. For sunshine. My family, my friends and yes even my job. LOL.. I want to thank God for my life. For carrying me and cradling me. For testing me, then giving me the answers. He knows all my flaws and he still loves me.I just wanted you guys to know I'm feeling blessed. Hope you are as well.

Party Up

Certain things just come naturally for me. People do things for me I say thank you, when I ask for things I say please. When I walk into a room full of people I speak. I say good morning/evening.Often you will find a smile on my face. That's just me, I'm not a frowner. I don't cause trouble, I'm not "catty". I don't buy into drama. I think I treat people fairly.

So anyway, the whole point of this post was to get off some steam because I was threatened with bodily harm this week and called a nigger.( Yes, to my face) Here I am doing my job and I have to put up with this. Okay, I know people can get heated when faced with certain situations. I understand that. But don't shoot the messenger. Especially when the messenger is me Me, who has been nothing but fair to you. Me,who has sat down and counseled you. Me,who has warned you numerous times. Me, who although I have never shown it, will become a damn fool and show you all kinds of ghetto if you put your hands on me. It was almost like an outer body experience for me. I'm not used to this shit,yeah I know some of these Caucasians I deal with may think it. They may even say it when I leave. But to say it tomy face? Then tell me that you will kick my ass? I felt like I was in a ROOTS episode.WTF??? All this southern hospitality is getting the best of me. I swear it took everything in me not to react.

In my line of work I come across so many different types of people.I don't give into the preconcieved notions some have. I give everyone a chance because I truly believe it's not where you have been but, where you are going, I only ask my people to challenge themselves. Most times, I am recieved warmly. But then there are those who just don't want anything more. They are content to stay where they are because it is all they have known. It kills me when they say," Well this is the ghetto." So many believe that because of their economic situation certain behavior is tolerated. Or even expected. Sometimes I just want to scream like Larry Fishburne at the end of School Daze, WAKE UP! Damn, it's 2007.

We didn't go to blows. Although it really seemed like she wanted to. I refused to go there. I refused to stoop to that level, not there on my job. Hell Naaaaw. All that talk and she never passed a lick. I think because my non-reaction to her words and behavior, really left her clueless. I remained the professional. But, I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I was thinking..@5 p.m.'Meet me outside, Meet me outside, Meet me outside'!

Get To This

No more blogger at work.No more anything. I'm surprised I can get the Yellow Pages. As if I have time when I come home and read all the blogs I do.Man, why is it that many have to suffer because of the few? Why can't they just cut the fool off who downloaded the internet porn. How out of control are you that you can't stay away from porn at work? It's creepy.What is really going on in your life? And why isn't he fired anyway? He was given a final warning. That is bullshit. Let me try that. Let me get on Ebay for a couple of hours and management will make a special trip to escort my ass off the premises.

I'm in love with this guy. Big Mike from Making the Band 4. He made the band. I've liked him from the start. Not because he is from Gaffney N.C. I could care less. It might as well be Nutbush. I like Mike because the dude can blow. He never gave up although Diddy was riding him hard about the weight. Dude lost 50 pounds. He did the damn thing. Diddy didn't pick Bryan H. though, I think it was out of spite. He made the boy cut his hair ( locs that he was growing for 4 years) and then still cut him.This guy could sing too. I liked this season more than the others.

Did anyone hear Nephew Tommy on the Steve Harvey Morning Show today? He called this woman pretending to be a store security guard asking her to come in because she is suspected of stealing. I damn near wrecked my car, I was laughing so hard. This dude is funny. Please tune in if you haven't.

My doctor gave me good news..SEE...I told y'all the DEVIL IS A LIAR!!!

I have a two day budget meeting.Yes,I'm packing again...ughhhhhhhh!

Do You

I do not like potlucks at work. This time someone came up with the bright idea to include clients. As I look at the spread, I am associating dishes with people for instance Catwoman (hmm..three kitties) bought a spinach dip.She has enough cat hair on her chair to make a sweater.( I've seen pictures of her cat walking walking on her counters)...I'm good, thanks. Then there is Chatty-Patty whom I am sure cannot pay attention to details long enough to make this whatever this is. It's supposed to be potato salad...I don't think so. She put apples in it too?...Yum. Did you think that up yourself? I want to smack her for this one. Youngsta(26),bought meatballs, they are floating in oil. I don't think missy drained them . I mean I like her and all but, uh there is no way in hell that I am going to eat those greasy meatballs. One client bought cabbage, Ms.Nasty, I have this motto,If you don't wash your ass...need I say anymore? Another made a cake. It really does look good, but no.Another made baked-beans and even if I did eat them I wouldn't today because I know they may not all be beans. I bought paper products and drinks because I know some people feel like I do. I just cannot eat every ones food.It's nothing personal. My stomach is not made of cast iron and somethings are not meant for me to ingest.. Mr. Comedian bought chips,thank God! Wait is that Bojangles??? I will take my chances with that.

You Got Me

I know, I have been commenting on blogs sporadically please forgive me I have a lot going on this month.Since taking this position 8 months ago I have been enlightened on a few things. I really undercut myself on the pay, but if you don't know, you don't.I will take that blame for not doing my homework. There were 4 people in this position in the last year. Hmm,things that make you say WTF? Can everyone be wrong?
No they can't. I understand why the ran away screaming. But on other days when a client stops in and says something to brighten my day. It seems worth it. Wendy loves the kids. Anyway, never the quitter I am hangin'in.

In other news...I have blogged about the relationship my brother and I had for most of our lives. I contribute it now to the fact that we are both stubborn and spoiled. But last week my brother confided in me some things he wanted his big sisters opinion on. It touched me. All this time, I thought the boy needed meds. Turns out,he doesn't. Ain't God good?

I got some bad news from the doctor last week. For a very short while I was down. But baby I'm back!. So I am saying and TYPING aloud. THE DEVIL IS A LIAR! I have things to do.

Can R please stop releasing gospel songs around his court dates? If he was stepping in the name of God he wouldn't have these problems.Nuff said...

The Look Of Love

I pride myself on being able to come out of awkward situations unscathed, but recently I was hit with a doosie and now I'm feeling a little bad about it. Z and I are cool. He is a constant flirt but married so I cannot go there. But he gets plenty of attention from the ladies because he is attractive as well. He claims to have never cheated in his marriage and hell all I can do is take him at his word.

Whenever we are speaking of some of the women we know and I say she is pretty, or cute he ALWAYS has a negative comment. Like "She has a nice face but she fat, or she has a bangin bod, but her face is tore the hell up" Being that bruh always has something to say I thought for sure that his wife must look like a super model.

Well, I saw his wife the other day in pictures. The wild thing is his boy just just threw them down like PlADOW!!! I think for shock effect because he wanted to see my reaction. He's sneaky like that. Anyway, thankfully I was on a call so I wasn't hit full blast with it. You know how people will avoid calling ugly babies cute? They start talking about how fat they are, or the outfit the child has on. Well, I couldn't even do that. I mean it was all I could do to hold a straight face. I couldn't bring myself to comment about anything.Everything was jacked up!It would have been crazy as hell for me to say that is a nice hairdo.I mean damn the only thing missing from ol' gurl was a bearskin and a club. I'm sorry. After the shock wore off, I managed to comment on the background. I don't really think he sees her how she is. I mean I KNOW love is blind but I wanted to shout "Z, don't ever, ever, evereverevereverrrr, call another woman fat or ugly!" After he left us all sitting there looking either shocked, bewildered or amazed, I kinda felt bad for him.No one wanted to say anything but you could see " What the hell was that, or are we being punk'd?" in all our faces. Finally, Mr. Comedian in our group said, "Those were some nice shoes she had on.We laughed until, we had to race to the bathroom. Normally, I wouldn't but the way ol' boy talks about other women. He brought it on himself.

Come Sunday

Thank God for Sunday. I see why the lord chose this day to rest. I had an eventful weekend. It was my plan to come here pack and chill but my brother had other plans for me. My brother is the type of person that will not ever go to the doctor. In his defense he is in pretty good health. An athletic type.He rarely ever gets sick. ( I contribute that to the three sixes on his scalp)Seriously, he takes care of himself. So for him to say " I need to go to the hospital" The pain had to be unbearable. He has been getting these spasms in his leg, buttocks and back recently. Of course he tried to diagnose himself,.WebMDis not for everyone. I told him "Your just old man, you can't do what you could when you where 18".He wasn't too happy with that statement. So, yesterday we spent the day in the emergency room. He is okay now. I think it scared him enough that he will follow up with his doctor.

My sister called and told me that she has been promoted to director of her entire department. I am sooooooooooo proud of her!

I spent the day with my parents. I love watching them interact with one another.They give me hope that true love is still alive.They have been married for 49 years and when they look at each other you can still see they love they have for one another in their eyes. You can feel it.

I didn't get any packing done. But I did manage to find a few sundresses ( on sale of course) being that summer is almost over. Just what I needed more clothes. Now I'm going to take the longest bubble bath known to mankind ( I love bubbles!) not as much as the fish in the tank in Finding Nemo. But real close. I'm rockin' Gerald Levert's In My Songs CD DJ Don't is playing again.I love that cut! I'm Feeling Blessed. Thank you Father for Sunday.

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Extroversion: You have high extroversion. You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends. You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation. Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!" Conscientiousness: You have medium conscientiousness. You're generally good at balancing work and play. When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done. But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it. Agreeableness: You have medium agreeableness. You're generally a friendly and trusting person. But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism. You get along well with others, as long as they play fair. Neuroticism: You have low neuroticism. You are very emotionally stable and mentally together. Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly. Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is medium. You are generally broad minded when it come to new things. But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it. You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.

The Five Factor Personality Test

Every once and awhile I take these test and the results are so accurate it's creepy

Just Because

I got this one fromRosemarie and I promise I won't tag anyone.But, you can participate if you like.

Pick a singer/band and answer only using song titles:

My choice : Anita Baker



Are you male or female: You're the Best Thing Yet)Female, Of course!

I broke the rules for this one...I know.

Describe yourself:Priceless

Your best piece of advice: Ain't no need to worry

Describe your current relationship: Been So Long

Describe your last relationship: Wrong Man

Describe your last crush: Baby

Say something to someone you have a crush on:You Bring Me Joy


Say something to an ex: Sometimes I wonder why


Say something to someone who hurt you severely: Watch Your Step

How do you feel right now: Good Enough

Me, Myself and I

Wow!! I've come up in the world because I have finally been tagged!LOL I have to post the rules so here goes...

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.



2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.



3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.



4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.



5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
HERE GO'S!







1) I like to sing and go to Karaoke often.

2)I have written 2 novels and I'm currently working on my third.Hopefully, I will publish at least one of them this year.

3)I hate thongs!

4)I am terrified of bugs, rodents, basically anything that moves that isn't human( and some of them!).

5)As a teenager I watched my brother and sister while my parents worked. Once when I was supposed to be watching them, my sister was climbing a fence and I was running my mouth.She scratched her face on one of the sharp ends at the top of the fence,leaving a scar. I told my mother the cat did it.( that poor kitty) Thank God she couldn't really talk. It was years before I told my mom how she really got that scar. Sorry sis!.

6) I always wanted children, but never had any.

7) I read at least four books a month.

8) I have a secret crush on Anthony Anderson ( Tell anyone and i will deny, deny, deny!)


Tiki tagged me so, Now I am tagging you guys!

Rosemarie
Lyre
jenell
Shedeep
Nikki
Blu
tanyetta
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It's my house

Lawd , am I destined to be single forever?! My co-worker said that there were certain things his wife wasn't allowed to do. He had the craziest list ever. Okay, I know that a wife should submit to her husband. And the husband should be the head of the household, but some take it too far. They forget the part about honoring their wives.So what happens when your husband is a control freak? What happens when his elevator stops going to the top floor? Of course you love him and you know you should get help for him right? i mean how long do you put up with his crazy rules? Until you feel just as much a child as one of your children.

Now when you meet me and you let me know that you are cuckoo for cocoa puffs from day one; I have no one to blame but myself. So as the years progress and your ass gets crazier and crazier I did have some prior knowledge that it was bound to happen. But if you flip...Well....

She cannot hang out past 10 but, he can. She can't wear a wig, braids or a weave. Two she cannot wear make-up. She can't handle the money. Even her money.Not because she is careless or unable to handle finances. But because he is the MAN of the house ( this would mean skid marks for sure for me) Back to the hair, what if I get a new cut and decide its not as cute as my beautician led me to believe? What if my hair falls out?Do I have to sport a baldie? What if I break out in some crazy rash and need a little MAC to make it through the day? I mean I'm not a make-up person, but if I get a crazy looking blemish on my face you better believe it's a CoverGirl day!

Just so I understand, are you giving me an allowance from the money I worked all week to make? You must be out of your mind.

He has a damn cell phone and she doesn't have the number to it. WTF? So I'm just wondering why my husband would need a phone and I didn't have the number? So I asked. This dude had the nerve to tell me. His wife allows him to be a man, his exact words were. " She knows her role and I know mine, she allows me to be the man I am." Of course, I don't know what the heck I was thinking. That's exactly why I need to keep my mind out of the gutter.

Now ,if you can accept this and it's working for you. God bless you. All I am saying is I see problems for me.

Let's Get Serious

Most of the time, when people say foolish things to me I can ignore them. As a woman I've had to put up with the various ways men approach you. Some have come off smooth like Billy Dee in 'Lady Sings The Blues'and others like Billy Dumb.I've adapted to most situations. Those of you who read this blog know nothing burns my nerves up more than a mature man trying to recapture his youth. Return of the Mack, is his theme song.I think it's ridiculous to see young men with their pants hanging off their asses and hats cocked to the side. So if you are over 25 you really look like a fool to me. I have a friend who is 38 and he does not own a pair of dress shoes.He only wears sneakers. He is my homeboy but damn, come on man. Thank God he has his own business. I was caught off guard yesterday by this phrase. What it Do Ma?
I blame Jaime Foxx for this new mess, remember in the movie 'Ray' when he said "I'm gonna let it do what it do"? Being a creative people we just shortened it. But I have heard this phrase used at the middle and end of conversations. So frankly, I was lost. How do you respond to this? The only thing that made it worst was the fact that it was coming out of a mans mouth in his forties. For a moment, I just looked at him. In mind I was saying " Brotha, let it go please". Finally, I managed a smile and a hello and kept it moving.

Finally Made Me Happy

Charm School-

I know it was a reality show. The entire point of the show was to give these young ladies who really " showed their asses" on Flavor of Love a chance to redeem themselves. The thing I couldn't understand from the beginning was why the girls who seemed to halfway get it were cast off quicker than bras at a 'Girls gone wild' audition. Then I had to think..ratings...let the drama filled young ladies stay. Yesterday was the reunion show, and I really can't say this was a script. But I know this young lady named Larissa reminds me of the young women I come across everyday. This child was just angry at the world, conniving, vindictive,and hateful. She had no respect for anyone there, she has no respect for herself.

Sadly, Monique's final statement will be true. Someday she is going to run up on someone who thinks that the world is against them too, and they are not going to back down.

Last night during the reunion show she cursed at Mo. Well, Mo rose up on her. ( Later she would say it was her motherly instinct)But we know what it was. After she tried to help this chick, how dare she? My mothers instinct had I had the nerve to speak to her that way would have been to knock my ass out. However, I applaud Mo for not going that route. For rising above that situation on national T.V., even if it was warranted.The young womans's mother came to her rescue, but it may have been a little late for that. She should have gotten to this child maybe around 6 months. Got her in line then and perhaps she wouldn't be the way she is now. Perhaps if someone had loved on this child she wouldn't think the world was against her now, or owes her something.
So no, Mo didn't lay the sister flat. Like she wanted too. She said..." yeah we could have thrown the hands, then I would have stood you up and hugged you. I don't want to go there because I love you sister" No doubt more than this sister loves herself.

Breathless

The way that man smiles at me, and kisses my feet after polishing them. It makes me tingle all over.

Okay, I'm kidding. But a woman can dream can't she? As you all know I have been trying to incorporate more activity into my life. Today's exercise was the dreaded car wash. Usually I let Autobell do the job, but I thought why not? I got my bucket and my sponges and began the process, I lathered the car up, reaching as far in the middle as I could without a ladder and washing down. Soap was everywhere. After giving the tires a good scrubbing I went for the hose. Feeling rather proud of myself I might add.

I rinsed my baby off and I could almost hear her saying thank you."Thank you kind woman". You're welcome, I said. "I think I will continue to start up for you now" . I told her that I was sorry that I had been so slack and we were having a good time. The sun was beating but I was determined. I went to get a cool drink and the other cloth so I could put on the wax and I noticed from the window that my baby was still looking a hot ass mess. I mean she was clean in SPOTS. Being white, you could really see the places that I missed. So I lathered her up again and concentrated on the parts that I missed. Turns out there were many so, I just decided to start from the top again. After rinsing her again, she looked better but I was tired. I promised her that I would not let her get that dirty again and that we could go by her favorite Autobell tomorrow for the wax and tires. Because , I was a little breathless by now and sweating to death. She seemed to agree and told me to go into the cool house, shower and lay down before I fell out. I didn't argue. Don't know why I picked the hottest day of the year to pull this stunt.I'm damn near two shades darker but, at least I got my exercise on!...

Again

How many times did you want a do-over? I know I wished for one after my disastrous marriage. I wanted one for my last year of college. I wanted one last week just after my boss called. BUT, if we honestly were given the chance to change a few things in our lives would we? Keep in mind that changing those things would possible change the outcome of your life now.Surely, I could have chosen to listen to my parents, his parents and damn near everyone that knew us and not married my ex. But going through what I did, helped me establish an independence I didn't have before. I learned to rely on myself. Sure, not finishing my last year was devastating, but by taking the jobs that I did broadend my horizons and put me in contact with many wonderful people that I may never have crossed paths with, had I graduated and taken a position within my major.When things go badly we kick ourselves and wonder why we didn't chose the other path.Not understanding that door closed for a reason. That path was blocked for a reason. You weren't given that option for a reason. The things that I have gone through, and done were already planned for me. You've heard people say God knows...He really does. You may not know why, at the time when you are in the storm,you want a do over.I understand I had to have a little rain in my life, so that I can appreciate the sunshine although I will happily admit that there by the grace of God has been more sunny than rainy days. But, I needed the push, I needed the pain, I needed patience, the shelter and the comfort. I needed to struggle, I needed to hold on. I needed to let go. I needed the love, I needed the friendship, I needed to know I was needed. I needed the frustration, I needed to hear no. I needed to hear yes.I needed to cry. I needed to laugh. I needed to learn. I needed to live. I needed to lie. I needed to tell the truth and shame the devil. But most of all I needed my past to mold me into who I am today,the woman I see in the mirror has made me proud because she has come a long way baby... and I 'wouldn't take nothing for my journey now'.

Nothing Compares to You

This was an unbelievable performance.I just had to post it for those of you who didn't get the chance to witness these two remarkable women doing the damn thing to death! Bravo ladies!

Rainy Days and Mondays

My electricity went out sometime during the night so I was already late when the sun peeked through my window and tapped me on the shoulder. Usually the sun is not up,so I knew it was Very late. I wrapped my hair up last night, but when I noticed my scarf on the pillow next to mine, I was already dreading looking at the hair don't I produced in my slumber. One side of my head- the right- the right side of my hair is beautiful it behaves, it doesn't fight back. It listens. But the left, man. if it were a child I would have to send it away. It's special. Although, it did act right for a little while after I put my second relaxer in. Thank you Tiki for the suggestion of Profectiv. I will no longer use anything else! But you have to stand guard over the left side. You can't give it the benefit of the doubt, because it will act a fool. So by the time I reached my mirror it was already laughing and pointing at me, while my right side sadly shook it's head. The right side looked like the woman on the box, while the left was doing some sort of impression of the Statue of Liberty' Crown. Aagh! 20 more minutes, flat ironing...speaking of ironing. For years my mother has always ironed all of her clothes. I do mean all. Even sheets, but that is for another blog. She has a lot of time on her hands. But she always has at least a week worth of clothes ready.She always warns that I should do the same. But my hard head irons on an 'as needed' basis. Something told me to iron last night. But it was raining and Denzel was on my screen so I let laziness get the best of me. With no power, I had to come up with a wrinkle free outfit quick.So I am trying to look in my walk in with a damn flash light for a pair of pants that I may have ironed. NO SUCH LUCK!!This living in two places sucks!!! My dry cleaning is in Raleigh...So I'm left to wear a dress, which I didn't want to wear because now I have to buy pantyhose..shit. And where are my shoes?...in Raleigh of course. Not to mention the ash monster has really taken a hold of me and all of my lotionsand oils are in Raleigh too. So, I grab the Vaseline Don't trip y'all know your mother used to grease you down and put those knee socks on. So, here I am going into CVS with 1)a frown because I'm Late as hell and i hate being late. 2) Bad Hair 3)A floral dress with greasy, shiny legs 4)a pant shoe, sort of like a penny loafer 5 ) my dress does not have one patch of brown and my shoes are brown. I know the clerk was thinking, where is the fool going?...Lawd is it Monday!

Do You Love What You Feel?

I started working out today. I tried walking but it's too hot even at 7p.m.. So I thought hey, why not go to the gym? So I'm hyped, I have my work out gear, my Ipod and my determined spirit. I hit the gym. The treadmill was tempting but the stair climber was what I decided to try today. I set the timer for 15 minutes because I didn't want to over do it. Hmph... Reality check..

After two minutes I caught a cramp. Yes, I stretched beforehand. I stopped and it went away. I started again, it cramped again. The devil...trying to keep me from getting my workout on. Well, not to be deterred I decided that I would walk it out.I mean does anyone walk stairs for 15 minutes anyway? I need a flat surface. So as I was getting off...the young lady to my right said "You shouldn't stop, you should work the cramp out". What?? Mind you my leg feels like it will be in the shape of a pretzel if I don't stop. I said "I don't think so, I think I may have aimed too high today". Then she went into the everyone cramps at first spiel all this while still climbing and I believe her stair climber read 40 something flights. She was not winded or tired. No cramps and sis looked like she didn't have an ounce of fat on her, so to onlookers we probably looked like the number 10.But sis was really trying to be helpful, and she reset my resistance levels and I managed to walk a little longer..still not 15 minutes but I made it to 11. Maybe tomorrow I will get to twelve. She made this statement as she left "Don't worry, after awhile you are going to love it"...of course, of course!

Crazy

Thoughts...

I took one day. One. Uno. I come back to a damn pyscho ward. I don't understand. Why do I have to be here to make sure that you do what you are supposed to?

I took my braids out, then I had the bright idea that I could relax my hair myself... now I have an afro-perm. Normally I would fix this with a wig or weave but it's too damn hot!

I need to get my car serviced. I'm sure tick, clank, tick, clank is not normal.

My sis came back with us...I wish I were in Charlotte with her.

I'm searching for a fruit I can tolerate. So far a I hate apples, oranges, plums, nectarines, peaches and grapes.

I've lost 2lbs and I am mad as hell...

Although I wanted Larissa to get kicked off Charm School it was much more interesting with her on the show...

My manicure didn't even last a week???? Not going to her again.
And now that I think about it, she didn't want to give me those cute little slippers after my pedicure. She actually wanted me to walk over to the drying area barefoot...Yeah, she definitely gets the boot.

LOVELY DAY

Happy Fathers day!

Now that that's out of the way. It's the most wonderful day of the year. My birthday. The kid is 41 and holding...I had a good time. I went to Philly to see my sister, Mario Andretti the 2nd drove. ( that would be my brother) Of course he had to drive the whole way because no one can drive better or faster. A few times I had to let him know that I wanted to see 42.

I was happy to see my sister. I miss her face.After getting the necessities ( Cheesesteaks and Cream soda) we caught up for a bit. My sisters soon to be ex roomate was there too. He happens to be flamin' and watching my brother try to cope was hilarious.

We decided to go to Atlantic City, because I had never been. I lost, but I still had a good time. Of course they walked me to death again and If I never see another boardwalk again, it will be too soon.

Now that I'm home I'm bored and ready to go back. I found a roundtrip flight for 159...Hmmm...

Sometimes I Wonder Why

Yeah, this will be one of those rare occasions when I talk about my love life. I'm picky when it comes to the men I date. I am for a reason. I have zero tolerance for for bullshit.I'm open and honest from the beginning. I expect you to be too. I'm becoming unforgiving. ( Miss a step today, you'll be frying fish tomorrow)I say becoming because I think of the crap I've put up with in the past that just won't fly with me now. Thank God for lessons learned.Thank God for wisdom and growth. So I take my time, I try to choose wisely;But, my God has a sense of humor and what he sends my way sometimes...
I've been seeing this man for a minute. He has all of the qualities that rank high on my list.( Employed, educated,drama/babymama free,sense of humor and a smile that makes me melt) We really enjoy each others company.Even when we disagree,it done with respect. Doesn't this sound great? Of course it does. But there is always something. One thing, that monkey wrench. His monkey wrench is his family.Whom seem to think he is their chauffeur, moving company, babysitter, bank,and grocery store. He cannot say no. Ever.Ever, ever. I mean I love my family too and there is nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for them. But,my family wouldn't pimp me like this.This irritates the hell out of me and although this guy could be the one for me. I have to let go because I see the handwriting on the wall and I don't want to be the one to make him choose. I don't want to be that evil, hateful woman( insert expletive,here) who takes his time away from them.

Pure Gold

The other day I watched child protective services remove three children from a home that the mother is going to lose next week. Child abuse...the mother had no electricity, gas or water. For nearly two months.The children were sickly. It saddened me because I tried very hard to get her to understand how precious her children should be to her. What she had was a jones...not what you are thinking. She had it for a man. A no good man. He has her nose wide open and to her he is it. the end all be all. No matter what you have to say. Although he is the father of her children he made no effort to support them. He did however stay in the house; playing video games and no doubt drugging and living off her stamps and 236 a month. In my many conversations with her I expressed concern that she was choosing this man over a children. This felon, who had no intention of helping her or her children rise above their circumstances. No intention of standing up and being a role model for his three sons.No intention of marrying her. But she... just loved that man. This poor excuse for a man had convinced her that she didn't deserve any better. That her children didn't deserve any better. At 24 how is life this bleak?

I know people go through trials. I have been through some, who hasn't? But I NEVER stopped loving myself. I haven't been so disillusioned with life that I gave up. Perhaps that's because I'm an optimist. Perhaps it's because I was brought up in a household that nurtured my spirit and built my esteem. Perhaps it's because I believe God IS...and all things are possible through him.

So this young woman was on my mind.Wondering how or, what I could have done differently or said. I pray for her babies.

Easy Being Green

- "I'm green and I guess that's just the way I'm supposed to be."



How many strong,beautiful women do you know who are overweight? ThoseFAT( yes I said it,with an F. I'm one of them so I can call it what it is) women that have told society that what they think is a healthy weight for them is bullshit. Gorgeous ladies doing the damn thing. I know a few. But, until I read my doctors chart ( being nosey)...Don't get me wrong I'm 5'2". I knew I needed to shed a few pounds but according to height/weight ratio, I am OBESE. I rationalized that people carry weight differently, and there is no way on earth( even on the best crack you can get a receipt for) that I will get to 110-131(MAX) range.After seeing those words Obeseblah,blah,blah, obese blah,blah,blah obese...I told myself well then dammit that's what I'm supposed to be. I became frustrated with the whole damn process,why should I do this to myself? So I'm not a 7 so what? I'm not a 20 either. Damn you Lean Cuisine!!! I want a pizza, I want Breyers Mint Chocolate chip and Chip Ahoy cookies. I want a Pepsi! With all the caffiene allowed by law...
Obese...Ha!, I started thinking these people are crazy, and trying to make me crazy too...I had given up. Then I thought of the Big, Beautiful ladies that I know. And these sisters are fine,accomplished, fierce women, and they seem truly content in life and love.They can dress their big asses off and the confidence these sisters have is admirable. Then I thought of my breathing lately when I have to walk one step further than my car door. I thought of all the different sizes that hang in my closet. I thought of the heart disease and cancer that is in my immediate family and realized that although it may be easy. I can't be green.

Lean Cuisine's Tucson chicken is actually pretty good and so was the cup of Breyers instead of the bowl.

Party All The Time

My girls birthday was this past week so when she said, " Wendy you should come up here." I thought cool. A mini vacation. I could go chill in VA and get my mind right. The plan was to leave work at 3 and be there around 7. Seven-thirty the latest. When I pulled out at FIVE I realized that I may not make the party.Yet, I pressed on, despite the fact that she moved from Oceanview and I haven't been to the new place. So here I am trying to read my directions and drive. All while noticing that my surroundings look similar to that movie Wrong Turn. Not one to be caught by deranged,cannibals, I decided to toss the directions and find a main Hwy.
My friend has just turned 44 and I swear she could pass for 30. I told her she should bottle whatever she is working with. She makes me sick. She is a karaoke fool so of course her party was held at a Karaoke Bar. Sis can blow too.When that ended we went back to her place and sat up until 4 A.M. catching up. This was her weekend so I told her whatever you want to do, I'm game. She decided she wanted to go to the some museum and Colonial Williamsburg(Where she basically walked me to death). Did I MENTION I came from work? But, I didn't want to be the pooper left at home,so I went. On the way back she decided we should go see Spiderman. Which I thought was cool but my body was like. What the hell is wrong with you? After the movie, we went out to eat, then back to Karaoke. Damn I'm tired. My girl is not only older than me but she also has much more energy. Even after all this, she went into work today. I don't have to be back until tomorrow and I'm already thinking of excuses.

I used to be able to hang with her like this back in the day. Not anymore. When I got home today I slept for five hours straight. And I still feel tired. I know I burned both ends this weekend but, somehow I feel like I'm losing cool points.

We Are Family

Today my parents are coming for lunch. I asked them over for dinner. But my father feels if he is out after 6p.m. he will have to shoot someone. My father is the original Angry man, He has mellowed over the years but even at 69 he will still kick ass and take names. We've had our difficulities, but I've come to realize that it's just because we are so much alike. Today he will talk about things I already know ( because he has told me) about my home and safety. He will remind me I should lose weight and that I should really make an earnest effort to quit smoking altogether and stop bullshitting with my life. <- his words. I will say that I know, agree with him and hopefully he will let it rest.

My mother will try to redecorate my home. Telling me how whatever would look so much better over here or there. I will of course disagree. She will also talk about her head so bad that I will be hoodwinked into doing it for her. I really don't mind. I love her to death and have spoiled her rotten. I guess turns go round. She will mention my weight too. But not as bluntly as my father. She will joke about it.

My brother will join in. I have to say in this family you need a thick skin because we are not tongue biters. My brother will bring his daughter and I will try to make some sense of what she is saying. I thought that speed french she spoke was cute at 3 and 4 but now, at almost 9 that shit is bordering on the special.
I miss my sis the most, she is the most wonderful, selfless, artistic, beautiful person I know. And I'm not saying this because she has patterned herself after me. I say it because it's the truth and I miss her laughter when my family is all together.

I am blessed to have them all in my life. Even when they work the one nerve I have left. I know it's all love.

Juicyfruit

You know when you cannot eat, everything looks good. I have been noticing food in commercials that aren't even about food. While surfing I happened upon this brother G. Garvin on BET's Turn Up The Heat. Now I know good and well that I am not going to cook one single thing this man is making. But damn, he does it well. I'm not usually attracted to his type but I find him sexy. Maybe it's the man in the kitchen cooking thing. Or, maybe it's the fact that I'm hungry as hell and anyone in the kitchen cooking is sexy to me right now.

Just Because

I've never had a toothache before. Although this kid looks cuteI don't believe missing teeth would have the same appeal on me. So I have always taken very good care of them. Imagine my surprise while chewing when one of my fillings came out. Well,parts of it. I don't believe surprise is the word I'm looking for here. Unbearable, indescribable pain would cover it... maybe...It's the sort of pain that stops you dead in your tracks. It stopped me from chewing that's for damn sure.

I have a friend that has been dealing with a rotten tooth for years. He is too scared to visit the dentist because a while back he had some work done and the pain that followed was worst than the original problem. So, instead he never chews on the right side of his mouth, and says that he will never trust a dentist again. I guess that works for him. I however, am taking my ass to the dentist as fast as I can. Since it happened I have been treading lightly on the offending side of my mouth but I couldn't imagine eating this way for the rest of my life. Or brushing the way I have been forced to,not when there are licensed people to help me.That is insane!I don't ever want to feel that type of pain again.

Between this tooth, a week of watching Roots and the Imus(Anus) bullcrap, this hasn't been a the best time to be around me.

Jesus Is Love

Happy Easter!!!

Straighten Up and Fly Right!

I just have to blog right now or I will scream. This woman came into my office today with her PJ's on. Yeah they were cute but they were still made to wear in the HOUSE. Lawd!!!Then she had no bra on. People she was swinging everywhere, Didn't comb hair on her head...nothing. Just got up and came as she was.I wanted to smack her ass into next week as my mother would say. But, I was afraid I'd have to see it again.

I didn't have much to say. My WTF??? expression, said it all. She said she didn't want to miss her appointment.

Tears

I end each weekend the very same way. In tears. Watching Extreme Home Makeovers does it to me each week. The expressions on the recipients faces touch me every time. It may sound a bit sappy but, this show reminds me that in the midst of it all there are good people. There are deserving people.People still genuinely, truly care about others. And you know what? I don't even mind the tears I shed.

Me Time

I'm on the hunt for a laptop. My puter has been on crazy( do what I wanna do) mode and it's making me crazy. I have read so many different articles about processors, ram,cd/dvd+ rw and drive space, I feel I can teach a class. All I want to do is get on the Internet, blog, write and be able to play my Sims, without the screen flashing red. I either want too much or not enough. Since my puter became completely possessed I feel lost. It's a damn shame. I didn't have a computer growing up, I didn't need to read blogs, or write my stories in WORD and create disk for them and I got along just fine. Hell, up until eight years ago I didn't even own a computer. Now without one, it's like losing my right hand. I'm on a borrowed laptop now and it's giving me my fix but I want MY own. Tomorrow I will take all of the knowledge I have acquired this past week and try to put it to good use.
I've been working on my me time, for some reason I can't get it together. I'm just tired. I've been burning both ends since I got this promotion and my body is just telling me to slow down fool! Eventually I will, one way or the other. I started the wieght watchers point system and I am eating a hell of a lot more now. Counting everything is working my nerves right now though. I also promised myself I would go to the doctor but I have one of those hard heads that will not go until something is falling or about to fall off. It's a bad habit that I need to break.
I'll get it together.

They sent another great singer home and left that Sanjay guy on Idol. Arrgh,America please wake up! This child cannot carry a tune, to save his life. He should have been at home watching like me. I'm wondering how the hell he made it through auditions. If they get rid of Lakeisha, that's it for me.

I don't know if you are familiar with this story Shaquandathis is another sad, absolutely ridiculous case of JustUs Please leave this young lady a few words of encouragement.

Well, I gotta return this thing..wish me luck in my search...Stay Blessed

I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing

- In perfect harmony...

I like American Idol, I have been watching since the beginning. This year is a complete mess. Some of the people they sent home they should call back.Why did it have to be guys against girls? Couldn't it have been all women, or here's an idea... the best singers! Now last night they sent a young man home, given he did forget the words. But if he forgot ALL the words he still sounded better than the young man they let stay.

I just wonder what people are thinking when they vote sometimes. When I vote, I vote for the best singer.
I just had to get that off my chest...

What's going on people, sorry I've been missing. I have been very busy. I am still reading I just can't always post.

When will they stop talking about Anna? I'm sorry she died, I feel for her family but dayammmmn. What did this woman do that requires so much airtime? They didn't devote this much time to Rosa Parks, Coretta King. And Maury Povich can tell you if you're the daddy in 1 hour, what is taking them so long?

Today a little boy( around 10) told his mother to shut up. It was so funny, I mean what he said to his mother was not funny. The faces of all the black people in earshot was funny as hell. She was embarrassed, and her face was so red. I couldn't feel sorry for her though, she brought it on herself.

We had a fire at work. People will move then won't they? Thankfully everyone is fine. The firemen said that we could go back inside but it was still too smokey. I don't know what he was talking about, I guess breathing that crap all the time makes you immune.

I need some serious me time...

Home

-When I think of HOME I think of a place where there is love overflowing

How true this verse is for me. I don't ever want to visit the state of Ohio in the winter ever again. It was just too damn cold. I think this was some sort of test. If I made through this week; I could keep my job. You know what kills me? When people say "Oh you're from NY you're used to this". What is that about? I live in NC for a reason.It's as if people think NYers have a thermal layer of skin or something. They're immune to cold weather.. In Ohio they have freezing FOG!! I have never heard that phrase in my life.

My roomie was a native of Kentucky. I thought she was going to pass out,she was so cold. She packed for summer as far as I could tell and that weather was tearing her ass up. She was a cute, blue Popsicle. She also had this twang that was put on and driving me crazy. And she just went on and on about (Black people the best thing since sliced bread!) She even told me about the black caretaker her children had and how they just loved their mammy! I kid you not. Can you say WTF for me out loud? That was it for me. I needed to go...it was for the best.

I think the trainer could have been a little more patient with those who did not understand what the hell she was zipping through at the moment. She was more of the type that said it once, and you had better get it because she was moving on. This woman didn't even stop when one of my co-workers notebook went offline! She also had the tendency to try an answer your question before you got it out of your mouth ( Or formed it in your head). I hate that, and I was really trying (HARD) to be cool, but I had to SAY something. I was thinking daaayummm, this is ridiculous it was as if she didn't want us to ask questions, because it would throw a monkey wrench in her schedule. On the last day she said " Well we made it and no one wanted to kill me." Don't bet your life on it honey. I know my facial expression screamed I wanted to slap you a time or two!!!. Thankfully I was able to grasp most of what she taught. What I didn't get I will just have to learn on my own.

This has been a long as week for me. I have never been happier to be in North Carolina.

Buddy

I just heard Musiq's song for the first time and I love it. I'm about to get on the road. I have learned that I will be SHARING a room with someone else. Not happy about this.My company decided it's cheaper to book 20 rooms instead of 40, great. Now I'll be freezing my ass off and unable to chill like I want to...

I feel like the first day of college. I've spoken to my roomie on the phone, but never met her. She seems nice enough. I hope she's not a real chatterbox, she seemed a little long winded on the phone. Or nasty, because that would definitely be my get the hell out pass. I don't know why they couldn't book me with my girl. Oh yeah I forgot, SHE'S going to FLORIDA. .

I think I've packed enough warm clothes, scarves, hats and gloves. I checked the weather earlier, it was 18 degrees. Imagine my joy! Ok, kids I'm going to try and be optimistic about this deal Really..., afterall it's part of the job and I must say I do love my job. I haven't been able to say that for quite some time.

Stay Blessed!

If It Isn't Love

So V-Day is upon us. Let me correct, the huuuuuusband thing, because some of you think that I'm on that track. I have that mindset. I would like to be married at this point in my life. I have friends, but no serious prospects. So being that none of them are serious, I'm really blah about them, I wish I could construct a man out of them, like one comedian said.That would be great.
I'm not going to hate on the people in happy,loving relationships. This is your day. Do your thing. I'm going to the movies and see Stomp The Yard. Stay Blessed!

Smooth Sailing

Now that the workplace is somewhat in order, I can get back to my life. Yesterday I lost my credit card. I've never lost it before. Within 1 hour someone had already used it. Damn, theives are on it! They got some gas on me. Thankfully that was all. I don't lose things. I just don't, especially money, credit/bank cards. I hold onto my things with a death grip. Of course this came after my starter died on my car. So I went into the store ( really to get a damn beer or something) because my car pissed me off but, I was still at work so I got a Pepsi. I remember pulling the card from my wallet to get to my bank card, but I could have swore I placed it back in the slot. I started paying bills last night and noticed it was gone. You know how you can feel it's gone, but want to check and recheck your steps anyway? That was me last night in detective mode.Had I moved a little quicker they may not have got me at all. Finally I cancelled it. Now I have to wait 7-10 business days for a replacement.

Next week I have to go to Ohio. Half of the company will go to Florida. But my half gets to go to cold ass Ohio. That's just great, the only upside is that I will get to visit with my nephew. Yesterday, I made defiant one, the lost one. He is out of my hair. He was incapable of working for a woman, especally a black one so, I set him free. Now my enviroment is more pleasant.

I saw the cutest learning tool for my god baby,it's called a LeapPad and it helps him with reading, language, problem solving and memory. Yeah he's only 19 months but you can never start too soon. I warned his mother when he was born, that I wasn't the one to come to for the clothing labels, but I will help with educating the boy. He's such a cutey though I still get caught in the trap.

Well, it's Saturday and I am going to take it easy, I'm getting ready to throw on some old school, clean my house, and get my groove on. Stay Blessed!

Do You Remember Me?

Boy do I miss you guys! I read as much as I could this weekend. Until my eyes crossed. I wanted to comment on so many blogs this weekend. And BLOGGER refused to let me log in. So forgive me, you know I have something to say.It's crazy that I can comment on peoples blogs who are not on Blogger. Anyway, now I've forgotten what I wanted to comment about. Y'all know my mind is bad. I can only retain so much information, and right now I'm using what is left for job training. I will say that I miss my bed ( snob) I miss cooking whenever I want. I miss my computer( I'm at work),this one is alot better than mine though. I go home on the weekends but that's going to have to stop because although I'm getting mileage my car is thinking I must have lost my mind.

I did go and see Dreamgirls again. Just for the heck of it. I was really being 'fast. I'm trying to get a Husssssssssband in 07. Yeah, I think I'm ready now. That's all for now. Did I mention I miss you guys? Stay Blessed!!!

Cool'n Out

My first full week and I must say things are going well. All the drama of the last week seems to have vanished. I actually feel like we have accomplished something!It's the weekeeeeend baby! I'm ready to chill.

You all know Grey's Anatomy is my favorite show. Yesterdays show was GREAT!!!! I'm just disappointed in the media the show has been getting lately. The characters had words on the set. Somebody called someone a name , someone supposedly got choked out. These people probably spend more time with each other than their families. They probably get on each others nerves. Now some groups ( Gay rights) want the accused Isiah Washington, to be fired. Isn't this a little extreme? No one wants to be called out of their name, I understand that. But had he used the politically correct term, would there be so much hoopla? I don't know. Anyway, now Isiah claims to be seeking counseling. Give me a break. Is there counseling to keep you from calling homosexuals, faggots? Sure there is.That Kramer dude is seeking counseling too...Get my meaning?..

So You Wanted to Meet The Wizard!!!

Hello people, I have been working my behind off! Learning the ropes, getting used to my surroundings. ( I've only gotten lost twice...LOL) Anyway everything is going well so far. I seem to have a really good staff ( except for one) there is always one.This one needs a serious attitude adjustment. I have told him my expectations and given him just enough rope to hang himself. He seems to think my job should have been his. If that were the case then I would still be in Charlotte. Ya Heard! Anyway all and all the place needs organization. There hasn't really been anyone here in two months so these people have been basically doing whatever they please. Which isn't much. I have my work cut out for me. But no complaints mon. This is what I wanted.

This move has taken a toll of my eating habits. My friend does not cook, and eats out everyday. I could do that too. But the thought of being lifted out of my house by crane keeps me from joining her. I have to come up with plan. Light meal suggestions are welcome!!! I've decided that I am going to get my hair braided because this getting up extra early in the morning is killing me. You guys know I don't do mornings. I have managed to smile when I come in though.

There is a new show on tonight called Black Men Revealed. I'm going to check it out and see if I can learn something new about the brothas...
Have a great week. Stay blessed!!!

Here I Go Again

Well this is partially my fault because when asked "When do you want to start?" I should have given myself more time. I have not packed up the house yet. I'm going to test the waters first. Fortunately I have a friend in the city, who just happened to have a spare room. Yay! because I hate hotels. So I'm off, thank you all for your well wishes and prayers. Tomorrow is actually day 1 and although I'm up for the challenge, I still feel a little nervous. I'm sure that will pass once I get a true feel for my staff. So my posting for the next few weeks may be a little sporadic just know that I'm keeping up with you guys.

God loves Me! Stay blessed!

Do Not Pass Me By

I don't buy bootleg movies. Ok... anymore. I would like to say it was because I chose the moral high ground. I would but, in reality I got tired of having to stand on my head and adjust my right leg to a 90 degree angle to view them. I got tired of having to figure out if this is really the picture on the case cover. Having to listen to Pookie,RayRay and nem in the background and watching everyone go back and forth to the concession stands/bathrooms.

I voiced my reasons why I don't buy bootleg to hustleman as he approached. Hustleman has stepped up his game. Hustleman said I will let you view the movie right now. Pulled a small dvd player from his coat ( like Looting Lenny on Good Times) and said (Like Wanda on In Living Color) I got you. You ain't got to go no where!. Homeboy had business cards and everything. He started spewing off which corners Where he could be located if I had any problems. He said he could deliver if the order was big enough. I can't understand inviting hustleman to your home but, I was impressed. Hustleman means business!

His movies were so clear.He had a 30 day money back guarantee. He had Dreamgirls y'all for 10 dollars. You know how I feel about Dreamgirls.But I kept it moving. Although it was hard as hell to walk away from it. I started singing the songs in my head. Thinking I could possibly be able to watch this movie as many times that I have watched What's Love Got To Do With It, The Five Heartbeats, The Temptations. Lady Sings the Blues, Sister Act 2 or The Wiz!! I've got these down cold...LOL. My eyes were glued to his screen. I really started to talk myself into this purchase. I could buy this Bootleg and when the movie comes out on DVD I can purchase that too. Knowing good and well I wouldn't. Why?

So after watching my jaw drop, he went in for the kill. "No thank you" I said " I want to support this movie. I enjoyed it and besides I want the extras that will come with it". Aha! I had him. Truly about business he counter offered any two movies for 15. Sadly, I walked away from hustleman. He knew he had the goods. His face looked as if he was thinking. She'll be back...all I needed was to give her a little taste.

History

Rant- Just a warning.

While searching for something worthwhile on television I came across the Marva Collins Story. I saw this picture when I was younger, and thought I would watch it again. Had I not seen this picture before or even knew who she was I might not have watched it. Why? You may ask. Well although it was on TVONe which is supposed to be the newest station targeted towards African Americans it had this description for what this womans life's work was about.

Chicago teachers opens own ghetto school.

Which leaves much to my imagination. Are you kidding me? Why would I want to see a picture about a Ghetto school? Not that being in the ghetto was the premise of this remarkable story.

Mrs. Marva Collins began the very first black owned,preparatory school in Chicago Illnois in 1975, Westside Preparatory School. After teaching for fourteen years she became disillusioned with the Chicago public school system then decided to open and fund herself; a one room school in her home. Her first students being two of her own children and 4 other children who were labeled learning disabled, problem, borderline retarded or just unteachable by the school system. Although she meant adversity at ever turn, sometimes even from the children parents she was not discouraged. By the end of the first school year Mrs. Collins had these children and 14 others testing 5 levels above their grade. Which was elementary.

Today her school is still in operation and is now called the Marva Coillins Preparatory School. Mrs Collins won many awards for her unique, sucessful teaching method and was even offered the position of Secretary of Education by the Reagan Administration. She declined.

Given, they could not put all of this in the descripiton but what they put was ridiculous. This is not the first time I've seen this either. Another picture called Something the Lord Made had this description.

Black man helps white doctor with surgery.

This was the story of Vivian Thomas,although he never recieved a medical degree from any college was a black ,man who was a pioneer in cardiac/pulmonary procedures/disorders/corrective surgey. He was until he retired the Instructor of Surgery at Johns Hopkins University for goodness sakes!. What is going on? It really bothered me to see this. Maybe in February we will get more than a sentence.

It's Monday people.I'm going to drink my coffee and relax, relate, release...