Oh me…Oh my…

What a great day today is 1/20/09. The inaguration of our 44th president – Barack Obama. Oh I feel the tingles in my stomach, I can not even begin to imagine what he and his family must be feeling this morning and they awake on such a momentus day. Let us keep this man in our prayers as he takes on the biggest job that there is.

I truly feel blessed

If you’ve been reading this blog, you know that other than a few ups (ok a BIG up…finally earning my degree), things were kinda shitty in ‘08. Ok, yes, in hindsight, things could have been much worse so I do thank the Man above for watching out for me. You may also have read that the last day of the year was pretty traumatic for me, yeah, once again it could have been worse, but shit, to loose all of your hair in one sitting is pretty bad for me, then to wake up the next morning aka the 1st day of a brand new year with the same hair (Lord knows I prayed that it was a nightmare and that I would wake up with not a hair missing from my head). Let’s just say that I was non to happy. In the midst of that mini crisis and in the midst of this crazy economy, I was offered, not one, but TWO jobs within the span of about 2 weeks. Since the second offer was the better of the two, that’s the one that i’ll be starting in shortly. I have to admit that at this point 1/13/09, I truly feel His blessings, not that I never have in the past, but when the second offer came through, I felt as though Ed McMahon had knocked on my door with the million dollar check. I’ve promised myself to find happiness, do things that make ME happy, get over this haircut issue and just embrace it, hell it’s gonna take at least a good 6 to 8 weeks before it grows to a more mangeable length, no use being upset that long. Folks around me like it and I must admit that i’m kinda liking it too. I’ve promised to be  a better friend, stop texting and emailing and actually picking up the phone and having person to person conversations, but at the same time, I’m not going to be more of a friend to a person than they are to me. I’ve promised myself to speak up more and to also stay away from situations that have no positive effect on me or will not better my life in anyway. I’ve promised myself that no matter what a person’s opinion might be of me, to still be ME.

I’m not perfect, faaarrr from it, I know that I lots and lots to work on and anyone that can be honest with themselves knows that up until the day we die, we as humans will always be a work in progress. I’m not going to do things that others agree with, but as long as it’s not harming them or most importantly ME…i’m going to do them as long as it makes ME happy.

I currently have a very close friend that is going through a very difficult time and I wish that I could help, in this time, no words can comfort this person, I truly wish that it were Ed Mcmahon at my door, because that check is the only thing that can currently save my friend. I’ve been keeping this person in my prayers nightly in hopes that at the last minute, just when all hope is given up, something comes through and gets my friend through this difficult time. Today my friend hit me with more news and my heart sank, as blessed as I currently feel, I wonder why He is not bestowing His blessings on my friend. Why is He putting my friend through all of this, it does make me wonder if He listens to prays, but when I think that within 2 weeks I received 2 job offers, I have to admit that in fact He does, but in His time. I’ll continue to pray for my friend and ask that He delivers and rights both situations for this person. I’ve known this person way to long and this friendship means the world to me…you’ll get through this my friend, you’ll get through this…

Ahh to be 21 again

Today is my neice’s 21st birthday and all day I remienced about when I turned 21. I was mother to a 1 year old and had recently moved into my very first  apartment. I just knew that my 21st birthday was going to be this big shabang…but nope, it was just my little one and myself, a regular old day.

I hope that on this, my neice’s 21st birthday, that she is totally carefree, enjoying her day to the fullest and I look forward to us having our annual bday celebration at our favorite little spot.

Here’s you to niece…HAPPY BIRTHDAY…auntie loves you…smooches.

Please pray for me

Something major might happen before the end of the week, it’s been a process, not a long one, but a process nonetheless. I need all positive thinking and vibes to come my way. If things work out they way i’m praying they do, all will be revealed by the end of the week. I feel so nervous, i know that i can do it, but will they feel that i can?

Relax…Relate…Release…whoosaaa

What a way to go! (part deux)

So after having  a very down 1st day of the year, i decided that I was going to call the salon and give them a piece of my mind. The front desk girl answered, told me that the owner would not be back until Tuesday but heard my complaint and sympatized. She remembered seeing me all screwed faced and just knew that I was unhappy with my cut and could not understand why the stylist would do me so wrong. She said that she would talk to the stylist (which I told her not to) and would have the owner call me. Well a few hours later the stylist calls (damn front desk girl) and asks how my hair is doing. I was like “not good at all, i’ve been pretty much crying since I left the shop, this is NOT what I wanted. Her response: “Well i’m convinced that it is the cut that you told me you wanted, i’m very sorry. I’m not sure if i’ll see you again, but if so i’ll make it up to you.” First of all, what that hell you mean you’re convinced? huh? I’m convinced that i can fly, but if i push off of a ledge, trust me I will drop straight to my death. Just how does she plan on making this up to me? She has the special hair version of Chi pet for human hair? Because other than that…kick rocks! As for seeing me again, hell to the no! I’ve already made an appointment for another stylist in the shop (on her day off might I add, don’t want her cutting her eyes at me while i’m getting my hair styled).

I came into work today and everyone likes the cut. I mean, it’s not horrible kids and at some point i’ll even grow to like it, but when  you have an idea of what  your hair should look like and end up with something totally different, nothing can fix that pain you feel deep down inside.

It’s day 2 of 2009 and i’ve now put that behind me and plan to move on to positive thinking. today begins my countdown to Vegas…18 more days to go!

Happy New Year Kids…

P.S. excuse any grammatical errors

What a way to go!

12/31/08-Well, with this being the last day I decided to go out with a bang, little did i know just how much of a bang it would be!

For about a year now i’ve toyed with the idea of cutting my hair short (up until about 3pm this afternoon it was shoulder length), my father’s side of the family is Haitain and the women in his family have good growing hair and if i got nothing else from him, I got that and have always enjoyed having long-ish hair. Well today i decided that in order to possibly change my luck for ‘09 that I would start off the year with a fresh start aka look. I had an appointment to relax my hair and decided that today would be the day to go short. I explained to my hairdresser that it could not be too short as I’m unexperienced with such dos and did not want to wake up the next day in full tears when my hair had gone flat, i even showed her the style of one of the customers and said “i want that!” i thought we both had the same idea. I even went as far as showing her the size flat iron that i have and said “i need to be able to use that one all over my hair when i done” she said fine and cutting she began. When she was done I said “you know what, take off just a wee bit more” why oh flipping why did I utter those words, the woman then began to behave as though she had a close and personal relationship with Edward Scissor Hands…she cut and cut and cut and cut and when I put my hands in my head, i had no more hair. I got pissed, vex and even shed a few tears. she saw my face and began to tell me all sorts of fuckery about how my hair would last two weeks, how I could go to Ricky’s and get another sized flat iron (never mind the Chi that I have cost me close to a freaking $100 and this heffa wanted me to purchase another one because she got scissor happy). I was pissed pissed pissed, I felt as though I was gonna have a panic attack, i even felt as though I was beginning to suffer from the early stages of PTSS – post tramatic scissor syndrome. I’m not happy kids…if this is how my 2008 ended and i’m going to wake up this cut in 2009, it’s hard for me to “keep hope alive”, this sure is not “change we can believe in”. i can’t even tell you how much I spend for this cut that I am very unhappy with and never mind my precious time. I got there at 1:30 and never left until sometime after 8pm and very very very unhappy might I add.

A friend of mine could not understand how or why i was this upset, well originally i had not mentioned the butchered  hair cut, but I dont think that a man would have fully understood anyway. I mean if a guy gets a messed up cut, a few days later his hair would have grown back. I’ve got at least a good 2 to 3 months ahead of me before I can see a change. To a woman (at least a black woman) her hair is her crown, so to have it fucked up is NOT a good thing and can be very traumatizing.

Father in the Heavens above…please watch over me (and all my loved ones) as I enter 2009.

Christmas is here…Christmas is here

12/23/08

Ok, it will be here in less than 4 hours, but for all purposes intended, it’s here. So far I did get one of the things from my list, the hot cocoa maker…yipee cause lord knows that i’ve been on a serious hot cocoa kick lately and i’m just about done giving my money to Starbucks, but hot damn the Supreme Hot Chocolate is delicious. What else did I get? a freaking $15 Dunkin Donuts GC from this lady at work, never mind I work my lil ass off for her, guess i see how much my work truly means to her, never mind she never once in our conversation hear me mention the words Dunkin and Donuts in the same sentence. Plus, how in the name of Rudolph do you give a grown woman a $15 GC? Huh? how about an even $20? oh well, it’s the thought that counts right?

Thought my wee one was originally on the Christmas diet (read no gifts) thanks to her picking up grades in one of her classes, she’s now on the modified version of the Christmas diet, 1 gift instead of the 4 I had planned and guess what, it aint the Uggs that I was gonna get her.

I got the cuzzo something, nothing like in past year, hell these are hard economic times, but lately she’s been harder to get in touch with than a monk in the Himalyan mountains, guess i’ll have to call it a new years gift.

Gave a special friend some much needed things for christmas and he was super happy to have gotten them, made me happy to see that person smile and made me wonder why someone else didn’t take care of those basic needs.

I’m looking forward to spending Christmas tomorrow with my friend and her family. Her birthday is Christmas day and I’ve enjoyed spending time with her and her family during Christmases past…should be a fun day and this year they are doing a secret santa, i’ve got my gift ready and look forward to whatever I might get.

Last week i decided to get a New Year’s eve dress, don’t have any place to go, but I decided to buy one, hmm actually two this year. I figure if i do get invited out, at least i’ll be prepared.

I am looking forward to this year ending, I need a brand new fresh start for 2009. This year has been something real strange, can’t very put my finger on it, but I don’t want a repeat of it. I’m planning on waking up 1/1/09 with a brand new attitude and keep it moving from there. My first vacation will be to Vegas next month and I can not wait! I’ll be there the first two days alone (like a big girl)  and then a good friend will join me, sooo looking forward to that trip. I need it badly at this point.

The best news that I could have gotten before the end of this year is (drum roll please) I GOT A NEW JOB! what a way to start the new year…yipee

Am I?

So it seems that just about everyone I know has a comment on my single status. Most of them married folks mind you. It’s been a little while now that i’ve been told that I need to lower my standards. While visiting an old friend in a country far far away, i was told that if I lowered my standards, finding a husband might be in my very near future. She told me the tale of not initially being attracted to her husband and in addition to many physical things, the creme de la creme being his unibrow, well some time passed, he was very into her and she finally sucombed and he was even willing to get rid of his unibrow, 6 to 8 laser treatments later, he is unibrow free, they have been happily married for 3+ years and have the cutest lil 14 month old. She did tell me that if there is one thing that she truly misses is romance, he is a great provider, but bats a zero on the romance side of things – i guess that’s where she lowered her standards (I’m sure that there must be more, but no one really shares EVERYTHING).

My nail lady, who i have known for a good few years keeps asking me when do I plan on getting married. Like i have dudes lined up, but i just keep turning them down. Not the case at all my friends. First of all i was in school for 6 years and while I dated and even had a relationship or two during that time, for the most part it was hard to meet people with my schedule, she of course knows this because i’ve been going to her for about 6 years. When i graduated this past may, she made sure to tell me that now that i was done with school, i had better use this free time to find a husband and try not to be so picky. Hmmmm thanks!

On sunday, i went to my trusted nail lady l and her brother in law did my pedicure, he too asked me if i was married, nope correction, he asked me what i was planning on getting my boyfriend for christmas, i told him that i did not have one, he too got on the band wagon of me lowering my standards. I mean like WTF people?

Listen to me now, i do want to get married, hell if time is on my side, even have another kid or two, honestly the older i get,  maybe i would be just as happy in a fullfilling loving COMMITTED  & FAITHFUL relationship.

So i’ll put it out there for my faithful readers, do you think that my standards are too high? All i want is a loving~ romantic~ committed~ faithful~educated (street smarts can sometimes trump book smarts, but NO ebonics)~ ambitous~ funny~ spiritual (don’t really care which religion as long as you believe in a high power, though paganism might not really work for me)~ tall(hell a few inches taller than me in my 3 inch heels is good enough for me)~ handsome and just a good guy over all. Hell i’d like him to be rich, but i’d settle for him making at least my salary or more (aint’ going into those numbers kids…y’all just nosey). I would like to know that at some point in his life he’s left U.S. soil and even owns  a passport, i love to travel and going to jersey does not cut it for me. I’m not a great cook, so if you cook, i’ll clean, or hell, sharing chores is even better. I don’t mind a fixer up, really i don’t, but he has to be open to change and realizing that his way is not the only way (hell i’m sure that he could teach me a thing or two). All in all, i’m not looking for much, just a life partner, but as I settle nicely into my 30’s it seems as though EVERYONE wants to know why I am still single. I spoke to my godmother today and after a good 10 mins of conversation, bam! there went the question “So…tell me about your love life” I wish I had one to tell her about. While I don’t like being single, i realize that I don’t like dealing with bullshit even more. For those of you who said that I need to lower my standards, believe it or not, I have, back in the day, i would not give a chubby brother a chance, these days, well…i figure that we can hit the gym together.  I’m one for nice teeth, always have, always will be, but over the summer i was introduced to a guy with the worst teeth ever, correction, they were not badly shaped, but he had smoked for a long period of time and his teeth showed it, but I was willing to look past that thinking it’s nothing a few teeth whitening session couldn’t fix, but when he spoke to me and every other word was a F@ck here and a F@ck there, i figured that was just too much for me. I’m not really sure what the answer is honestly, but i do know for a fact, that after kissing more frogs that any one girl should, i’m more than happy to welcome MY king, the one that was put aside for me. My Mister Right…yeah i know he’ll come with his own set of baggage and his own issues and his past, but as long as he is committed to me and to us, i believe that there is nothing that we won’t be able to get through.

Comments kids?

You must watch this…lmao…too cute

I hope that she’s just as good with her school books:

“Never make someone a priority when you are only an option for them.”

The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve.   Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your  mediocrity.   An important attribute in successful people is their impatience with negative thinking and negative acting people.   As you  grow, your associates will change.   Some of your friends will not want you to go on.   They will want you to stay where they are.   Friends that don’t help you climb will want you to crawl.   Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream.   Those that don’t increase you will eventually decrease you.