Question

Let me set the scene for today's question.....

picture it: You're in the break room at work. There's you (let's assume you're black) and 3 of your coworkers. One of them being your black friend, the other two being coworkers of the "other color"...one of them is your boss. A news story about Barack Obama comes on and your boss remembers this hilariously funny joke he's heard about President Obama.


aaaaaannnnnndddddd.........ACTION!!!

Your boss: What is Barack Obama?...

You: <~BLANKSTARE~>

Your boss: living proof that no matter how successful a black man is, he's still living in government housing.


Meanwhile, you're getting heated. Your chocolate colored skin has turned an unusual shade of beet red. Normally unachievable by a person your complexion, but understandable in this instance because you're mad as hell.

Your boss oblivious to the extremely racist joke he just made can't understand why you don't see the hilarity of his joke and looks to your "same color" coworker to explain it to you.

You, expect your co-worker to feel the same as you...but he slaps you on the back and tells you to "lighten up".

Oh hell naaaaawwww!!! This negro is NOT making light of this very racist situation?! Oh yes he is...he has assumed the role of "Uncle Tom" and he's playing his part to a "T" (pun intended). He's laughing hysterically and puttin' on a show for the boss man like never before. Which pisses you off even more.

Later that day, you confront your "friend" about what happened and he says he was just doing what he had to do in order to stay in good standings with the boss.

Which leads to my question: Is it ever ok to be the "Uncle Tom" at work? Have you ever been put in this situation before? Were you the Uncle Tom? Do you consider being an Uncle Tom a form of selling out?

*Uncle Tom- A black man who will do anything to stay in good standing with "the white man" including betray his own people urbandictionary.com


Uncle Tom- a term for a black person who behaves in a subservient manner to white people. The term comes from the title character of Harriet Beecher Stowe's 1852 novel Uncle Tom's Cabin. *wikipedia

Learn How To Spell...GOT Damnit!!!

Today's Affirmation: I am associated with a WHOLE lot of dumb ass people. I have tried for so long to give some of the people that I'm friends with on Facebook the benefit of the doubt, but I have painfully come to the conclusion that I went to school with some Leap Frog/Learn To Read/Hooked on Phonics/My Baby Can Read ass muhfuckas.One or two misspelled words I can understand. One or two words used out of context, I can understand. But what I can NOT understand is how you can think "they're" and "their" is the same word...or how you can use the word "are" where you should be using "or". These things may seem minimal to some, but I'm a grammar geek and what seems small to you is killing me softly every time one of these posts comes up in my newsfeed. I damn near need the Rosetta Stone to decode some of these damn statuses and enough is enough. I feel that it is my duty to school these idiots on proper word usage.

Facebook English/Spelling/Grammar class is now in session. Please be seated quietly and take out your pencils and writing pads to take notes.

*(let me go visit the pages of some of these repeat offenders so I can put focus on the words/phrases that are misused the most...I already have a few people in mind)

One of my Facebook chums posted the following:

"hey fb, i'm so board the hubby went to play basketball and the little one is gone for the hole week my aunt wanted to spend some time wit her but i miss her already smh..."

-no bitch...I'm shaking MY head!!


COMMONLY MISUSED WORDS:

1. here ~ hear (ex. girl, did you here about such and such...)
2. are ~ or (ex. wassup man, you wanna go shoot pool are go to the club?)
3. pass ~ past (ex. hey girl...I heard your granddaddy past....)
4. come ~ cum <<<<< this is a serious no-no
5. their ~ they're (ex. I gotta get my kids a outfit for they're party.)
6. loss ~ lost (ex. sorry for your lost...)


*Please do better. I'm available for tutoring. Inbox me...serious inquiries only.

New Kelly Price...'bout time!!

Can i get a muhfuckin' AMEN!!! SAAAAANNNGGG Kelly!!! I'm tired too gul!!


There's a hole in my heart...
My soul... is bleeding...
I need to free...my mind...
And see what...I'm feeling
Cause Lord knows, Lord knows
I'm......(I'm tired)Tired of the way he treats me(tired)
Tired of the guilty feelings (tired)
Tired of the broken dreams (tired)
I'm (tired) tired of the old routinesI'm (tired) tired of the Baby Mamas (tired)
Tired of the ghetto drama (tired)
Tired of the back and forth (tired)
I'm (tired) tired of in and out the courts
I'm (tired) tired of all the games and lies
I'm (tired) tired of phony alibis
I'm (tired) tired of praying that it works
I'm (tired) even tired of going to church
I'm (tired) tired of paying these bills
I'm (tired) said I'm tired of keeping it real
I'm (tired) tired of crying (tired)
and I'm tired of smiling (tired)
I'm tired of all the haters I'm (tired)
I'm tired of all the players
I'm (tired) tired of the games
I'm so tired (tired)Cause it's about to drive me insane (tired)
And Oh I'm so tired of taking it (tired)
Said yeah I'm so tired of faking it (tired)
Cause you don't do it for me no more (tired)
You just don't do it no more (tired)
I'm tired of being wronged and doing right(tired)
Said I'm tired of keeping peace in time to fight (tired)
I'm tired of letting go, then holding on (tired)
I'm tired of feeling weak and being strong (tired)
So let me hear if you tired (tired)
Gotta make some noise if you tired (tired)
Oh throw them up if you tired (tired)
Oh wave your hands if your tired
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Let it go! GO, GO, GO, GO

What's Up Wednesday

What's up with these fake hairlines, lacefront, helmet-hat looking wigs? Who told people it was ok to have a Barbie hairline? Nooooooooooo, STOP!!!


That is all... 'til next week.

The Gospel of Gucci

Turn with me now to The Gospel of Gucci. Book of Burrrrrr. Chapter 3 verses 1-5.

-1 and on the fourth day, there was an album release party and all the homeboys and record label execs were there.

-2 Gucci Mane was also invited along with all his groupies.

-3 When the vodka ran out. And Gucci's manager proclaimed, "We outta Ciroc!!" and Gucci said unto him, "What's that gotta do wit' me? I'm still partyin'"

-4 Now, there were many bottles of Mike's Hard Lemonade, Coronas with lemon juice, and lots of lemonade daiquiris...lemon errythang!! And Gucci said to his disciples, "grab the lemons!"

-5 And he turned them into Ciroc with Lemon and he proclaimed "PARTY PARTY PARTY!!! Let's all get wasted!!"






Last Week's Lesson: If you would, open up your books with me to the Gospel of Beyonce. Book of Lacefronts. Chapter 6, verses 4-5.


Read along with me please:

-4 And she said unto thee, "get me bodied."

-5 And she proclaimed "Diva is the female version of a hustler."


*Let us bless ...the reading of this word. Join us next week when will be reading from the book of Gucci.

Big Money + Black Folks = Basic Ass Movie

Just when you thought we had made it through the summer without a basic ass black comedy, Ice Cube manages to sneak one in there just before it was too late. {Shout out to Tyler Perry for taking this summer off. 'Preciate that bruh!!}




Just like any other ratchet ass black comedy, "Lottery Ticket" has everything a basic black comedy needs.

Simple Plot: broke black man wins the lottery and every family member, friend, and loved one comes out of nowhere to claim their share.

Rappers Who Act: Bow Wow, Ice Cube


Singers Who Act: T-Pain, Teairra Mari (that may be misspelled, she's not important enough for me to look up the correct spelling) and that black chick that got kicked out of 3LW...you know, the one who played Lil' Kim in "Notorious"(she' s not important enough for me to even look up her name)


Comedians Who Act: Mike Epps, Charlie Murphy, Brandon T. Jones


Loud, Ghetto, Country Grandmother: Loretta Devine


The Bad Guy: ????? ol' boy that played Chris on "The Wire" (his name is too complicated for me to look up)



The plot here is simple, Bow Wow's character is an everyday working dude who lives in the projects wit' his granny. They hit the lottery, the family, the neighbors and everybody else wants a piece and the bad guy wants to take it from him. Blah blah blah...the usual predictable black movie. I can probably tell you how it's gonna end, but I don't wanna spoil it for you idiots out there who haven't a clue.

All this movie needs is Madea to do some ass shakin' in the church scenes and it'll have everything it needs. Anywho, here's the trailer.



There are better things to spend your money on...I PROMISE

*Go see a classic film at the Saenger Theater.
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*Visit your local art museum.
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*Take your kids to the Exploreum.
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Love Is Blind

Have you ever been out and about and seen a couple that consists of the finest, flyest, best dressed, sexiest, Shemar Moore, Tyson Beckford, Tyrese, Dwayne Wade lookin man to ever set foot on any surface of the planet...with a woman who couldn't pull a decent look together if you payed that bitch?...Yea, me either. Actually, I see this shit all the time and sometimes it really grinds my gears. I know you have all seen it, and you may not wanna admit it, but you've all thought to yourself "how in the FUCK did she get him?" Well, I'm here to explain to you why this may be. There are a few understandable reasons why this "Fine Man/Beauty Challenged Woman" situation can occur. Let me break it down for ya.


REASON #1: They were high school sweethearts. Back in the day (circa 1998) she was probably the finest thing in a pair of lime green Bongo jeans and a fan ponytail wit' a swoop (you know you had a pair of Bongo's). They fell in love when he was still "finding himself" style-wise and she thought she was grown and had already established her look. He was attracted to her confidence and she loved the fact that his position on the football team would elevate her popularity stock in the school. So they got together and the rest was history. Years later, when styles changed and what was cute back in 1998 was no longer acceptable as far as fashion was concerned she was stuck with her old, outdated style. But he evolved over the years and now he's fly by the fashion standards of today. He's lookin' like today while she's still looking like a broke down high school student.


REASON #2: He ain't shit and he's using her. He saw her out with a bunch of her ugly girlfriends. She was the best looking one in the bunch, which compared to her friends wasn't hard to accomplish. His pockets were low and the light bulb over his head lit up. He preyed on her insecurities and had her believing that it was a privilege for him to even be considering her and she should do all she could to keep him. Now, they've been together for a while and she believes he's the best thing since sliced bread and she does whatever it takes to keep him.


REASON #3: He feels like he owes her. When he was down on his luck, she was the "friend" that was there to help him out. They started a relationship and when he got on his feet his conscience wouldn't let him forget about all she had done for him. He feels like he owes her the loyalty that she gave him when he had nothing. A prime example of this is Tiny of the group Xscape and T.I. When they started dating, her group was hot shit and T.I. wasn't even a blip on the celebrity radar. Now, her group is obsolete and he's a household name, if he was to leave her, people would say, "he blew up and dropped her in a hurry."







*They say love is blind...that bitch must be deaf and dumb too.

Would You Rather...

If given a choice, which job would you choose? BE HONEST!!



1. Slingin' drugs?





2. Slingin' sandwiches?




3. Slingin' ass?




MY DECISION: By no means would I ever turn to ass slinging as a profession. I know there are women out there who do it because they claim to have no other means of providing for their children, or those who do it to "pay for college". But fortunately I have family who would be willing to assist me in caring for my child if I needed them to. There is absolutely nothing respectful about a woman who takes her clothes off for a living. I don't care how much they'd pay me (*side eye*). My body is not a playground for many men...it's an amusement park for ONE man. Now, drug dealing...this is a tempting profession. The ability to basically be my own boss and set my own work hours sounds good. But having to constantly look over my shoulder to watch out for cops or my competition trying to take me out. No thanks!! That's way to much pressure, and I'm not sure if the large amounts of money I stand to make are worth it. Which leaves sandwich slinging. The pros would be a steady (minimum wage) income, an honest days work, and free sandwiches. The con, working under a manager who probably thinks they're "the shit"...even though they manage a damn SANDWICH SHOP!!

So, if given a choice, I would probably choose neither. I'd rather sit at home and collect my unemployment.

Hoes, Girlfriends, and Wives

As so many of my young friends are navigating the romantic relationship waters, it occurred to me that grocery shopping was like dating in so many ways. On the one hand, the different grocery aisles can be a metaphor for the type of woman you are.

First up, you have the HOE AISLE: This is the most self explanatory aisle, but I will elaborate. You can often find several men in the hoe aisle at the same time and they'll be talking, the 'net will know, her neighbors will know, Facebook & MySpace will know, and most importantly, a man will know when he is dealing with a hoe.





Next, there's the ETERNAL GIRLFRIEND AISLE: There's nothing truly wrong with this aisle. In a perfect world, there would be one man for every Eternal Girlfriend(EG) Aisle. But, we live in the real world and now-a-days you might find 2 or 3 men in the same EG aisle. The girl could be a cheater or the man could be giving her the "we don't need to have a label" talk or the "we have an understanding" B.S. This could also be called the "I Love You, But I Love You More Without A Commitment Aisle".





And finally, there's the WIFE AISLE: This is the aisle that EVERY woman (no matter her true aisle) thinks she's in. Women will give every tangible reason as to why they should be in the Wife aisle. "I cook, I clean, I'm cute, I'm educated, I can change a tire, etc." As if there aren't stupid women, ugly women, or nondomestic women in the world who are wives.


*The wife aisle is the place where men go to find someone with which to spend the rest of their lives. Unlike the hoe aisle, where men just so happen to wander onto, men purposely navigate to the wife aisle. In the eternal girlfriend aisle, men want to have their cake and eat it too. Contrary to popular belief, the wife aisle is not some place where a bunch of elite women reside. Women of all shapes, sizes, religions, moral backgrounds, and beauty (or lack thereof) are chillin' in the wife aisle. I would argue that there are more women in the wife aisle than the hoe aisle, and we all know hoes are plentiful.

It is my opinion that the actions a woman takes, the decisions she makes, and the amount of honesty she has with herself and others dictates which aisle she will find herself on.


SO, WHICH AISLE ARE YOU ON?

Please Just Don't....

The following is a list of things that you really just SHOULD NOT EVER do:


1. Please just don't... brag about how many Facebook friends you have. NOBODY GIVES A FUCK!!

*~BLANKSTARE~*



2. Please just don't...wear an entire coogi outfit.

*~BLANKSTARE~*



3. Please just don't...approach a woman in any way other than a proper introduction. "Wassup boo?" is no longer acceptable.

*~BLANKSTARE~*



4. Please just don't...claim to be a 5 star chick when you're rockin' fake EVERYTHING. I'm not a fashion snob...if your leather is pleather, rock that shit wit' pride. But don't try to convince us that it's real.

*~BLANKSTARE~*



5. Please just don't...ask to borrow my car. HELL NAAAWWWW!!!

*~BLANKSTARE~*



6. Please just don't...bring insignificant men around your children. Your kids do not need to meet every man that "takes you out to dinner".

*~BLANKSTARE~*



7. Please just don't...mention how broke you are within the first few days of meeting a man. FAIL

*~BLANKSTARE~*



8. Please just don't...be over 25 and still dress like the OMG girls.

*~BLANKSTARE~*



9. Please just don't...be out there f*Ck!ng all willy nilly and expect a man to roll out the red carpet for yo' raggedy ass. Bitch get a grip and compose yourself!!

*~BLANKSTARE~*



10. Plaese just don't...stab another woman in the back over a man. Women need to stop betraying each other for the love of penis. I promise, there's another one around the corner.









*to be continued...

Ms. Celie Mad!!

Anybody who knows me knows that one of my favorite movies of all time is "The Color Purple". I've seen the movie hundreds of times, and I loved it's characters so much that I eventually read the book. Although I loved the entire movie from the beginning titles to the end credits, sometimes when it comes on I only watch for this particular scene.

Let me explain...the reason I love this scene is because it was the moment in the movie when Celie realized that she could release everything she had gone through and start over. And in doing that, it started a chain reaction with the other women at the table. A depressed Sophia was awakened and became her normal, bubbly self again. And Mary Agnes AKA "Shug" realized that she was following in the same footsteps as Celie by being tied down to Harpo and that she could be happy without him and she decided to follow her dreams.

Moments of empowerment like this between women are virtually non-existent today. When we see another woman doing bad, instead of helping her, we look down on her and talk about her when we SHOULD be doing all we can to help her. Or, when we see another woman doing better than we are, instead of drawing from her success and being inspired to be better, we find negatives within her in order to knock her down from her pedestal. Saying things like, "Oh, she think she the shit. She got that good job, nice house, fine ass husband, and cute kids, but....." There's always a "but". Why can't another woman just have her shit together and we be happy for her. Why must we shoot daggers and say any and everything possible to bring her down and insinuate that she hasn't honestly earned everything good that has happened for her. Basically ladies, DO BETTER!!

Another reason I love, love, LOVE this scene is because of the stomp down hilarious cussin' out Celie put on Mister. My favorite line is, "DID I EVER ASK YOU FOR ANYTHING!!! I never asked you for anything, not even yo' sorry ass hand in marriage!!" Tomorrow when I go to work, the first person that asks me something, no matter what it is, I'm gonna get "Ms. Celie Mad" on 'em. It's gonna go a lil' something like this.

ME: Good morning.

CO-WORKER: Hey, Jovan. Do you know what time ___________comes in today?

ME: DID I EVER ASK YOU FOR ANYTHING!!! I never asked you for anything, not even yo' sorry ass hand in marriage!!

They gone be confused like a muhfucka!!

*If somebody pisses you off at work tomorrow, just get "Ms. Celie Mad" on they ass...DID I EVER ASK YOU FOR ANYTHING!!!

I'm Not A Player, I Just Crush Alot

After a conversation with the homey at work today, I have come to the conclusion that I am a professional crusher. Most, if not ALL of my "relationships" came to their demise right after the crush phase ended. Except for the one that I got a child from...but he was so wack and dry I don't even count him.

Can I remember my first bonafide crush? Yep! I was 13 years old. A late crusher by today's standards. Girls now-a-days start lusting after "the penised ones" (AKA boys) right outta the womb. I was a huge tomboy so my only interaction with boys up until that point was through playing sports and games and such. My first crush was no different, I met him while I was in a summer tennis camp. His group home (I know right?!) came to the camp for a field trip or some shit...who knows? He was there...he was cute...he was funny...I was crushing. Crazy thing is, I never saw him again after that day. First crush down the drain.

My next substantial crush came a few months later when I started my freshman year in high school. He was a football player. He was really funny. I'd be lying if I said he was cute, but looks don't really matter, do they? <*BLANKSTARE*> I crushed on him all through freshman year (hell, most of high school too) but nothing ever came of it. And now he's engaged to a family member of a family member...can you say WEIRD?!

There were lots of other crushes and fantasy boos in between. Often more than one at a time, but that's my prerogative. But none really significant enough to tell y'all about. Now, let's get to the most recent. I had a lil' crush on him a few years ago, but it was cut kinda short, because he had "other obligations". [DONTJUDGEME] But thanks to Facebook, we "found" each other again. Good ol' Facebook pimpin' at it's finest. He still had those "other obligations", but you know how that goes, and if you don't then you don't need to be enlightened. Anywho, we talked for a while, and went out a few times. But as always, things fizzled down to the abyss of nothingness. I'm a little flustered about it, only because it seemed to have promising qualities. I have nothing bad to say about him as a man, I just feel that he was still a little dazed and confused about what he wanted to do about his "other obligation" and I can't be leading no grown ass man.

Now, it's on to the next one. Another one bites the dust. And I'm still here...still me...still a chronic crusher.

cue Big Pun wit' my GOT damn theme music!!!

Fashion Commandments: You Know You Dead Ass Wrong!!

This post is for the poor people who just can't seem to get it together when it comes to fashion do's and don'ts

I. Thou shall get a pedicure. Yes, your sandals are fly, but your crusty ankles and jagged toenails are a little distracting. Please make an appointment with your A.T.M. (Asian Toe Master) immediately.

II. Thou shall not show booty when wearing booty shorts. I know the name can be confusing, but it's just a name, sweetie. It doesn't actually mean you have to have ass peeking out when you wear them.

III. Thou shall shave/wax/nair your armpits. If you are wearing a sleeveless shirt and you plan on raising your hand for any reason (even to scratch that itch in your weave) please please PLEASE make sure your pits don't resemble Ben Wallace.

IV. Thou shall not have matching mommy-daughter skank outfits. Stop this...right now.

V. Thou shall buy shoes that fit. No matter how cute they are, if your toes or heels are hanging off, just leave them on the shelf. Your feet will thank you later.

VI. Thou shall not wear your freakum dress to the family barbecue. No explanation necessary.

Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man: The Musical

THE MUSICAL

So I was gonna do a blog series on Steve Harvey's book (pictured above) but in the last week I have come to the conclusion that I'm a lazy beeyotch. Although I still plan on doing it, I have come to grips with the fact that because of my laziness, it won't get done any time soon. And then the answer to all my lazy blogger problems came to me in the form of a song. Kinda like an epiphany.

*cue Chrisette Michele*





The first time I heard this song I really didn't pay it much attention, and then I realized that this negro MUST have read the Steve Harvey book and decided to put it in a song, because he is basically saying the same shit. He just condensed it down to two verses, a bridge, and a hook...came up with a simple melody...put it to a beat...and TADA!!!

So, here you have it. Act Like A Lady Think Like A Man: The Musical




*sidenote: did this basic bitch say she found out her boyfriend was cheating on Facebook...ugh!!

Periods and Point Blanks: First Edition

*This is the first installment in what I am sure will be an ongoing series. In the "Periods and Point Blanks" series, I will give a list of statements that require no argument. They need no explanation. There's no need to go back and forth about why they are true or untrue or how they can be looked at differently. They are the simply and plainly the truth....point blank, period!!



-If a man doesn't need a lawyer to leave you, you are NOT his wife. He doesn't owe you shit!!

-fucking a man will not make him wife you up. (this one has been studied and proven, by many)

-all black people do not wear Baby Phat. (some of that shit is TACKY!!)

-people who need constant reassurance of their good qualities are insecure, and nothing is more annoying than an insecure person. (yes, your hair is cute...SHUT THE FUCK UP!!)

-arrogant is the new confident.

-there is a special corner in the pocket of hell for men who don't take care of their children.

-there is a special corner in the pocket of hell for women who marry men who don't take care of their children.

-it takes alot of energy to put up a front all the time.


Most definitely to be continued.

New Music

I will admit, I am probably the biggest music snob I know, but I must give credit where credit is due. When I saw this video pop up on my Facebook wall, I wasn't expecting much, but I was pleasantly surprised. I can't wait to hear some more from this guy. And I'm not just being biased because our moms are tight, his music is good. I give it two enthusiastic thumbs up.

*and shout out to the classmate Stan Ross Jr. on the exceptional interviewing skills. Stan is always cooler than a polar bears ass in a blizzard.

ENJOY and support!!!

Spank Lee-Spank Lee-H.264 from Harold Lett on Vimeo.

Know Your Co-Workers

We've all seen it happen time and time again. The crazy boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/jump-off/booty call goes on a wild shooting rampage at a business killing everybody in site and in some instances, themselves. All because ONE person pissed them off (why everybody gotta die?). Most of us have only seen it in tragic news stories, but what we must remember is that these things do happen to regular people (regular being yo ass) and they CAN happen to you.

Here's the latest story:
http://www.boston.com/news/nation/articles/2010/07/12/police_search_for_gunman_in_albuquerque_shooting/
(in a nutshell: Robert Reza, 37, in the midst of a custody dispute with his girlfriend, shot her, a handful of her coworkers, and then himself at her job on Monday, July 12, 2010. Killing himself and two of the coworkers)

DID YOU KNOW:

- In 2005 there were over 500 workplace homicides
-1 million or more violent situations occur in the workplace every year
-The (OSHA) Occupational Safety and Health Administration states that female state employees are victims of workplace violence almost 9 times more often than those in non-government jobs. [that's right. All you bitches braggin' 'cause you get State benefits on yo' job gone die first...it's a fact, look it up]

*That's some information for yo' ass!!


Now, we all have that coworker who has constant drama with their significant other and while you may think it can't happen to you, it's only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan and you're ducking bullets while you're trying to get your work on. So here are a few signs that may help alert you to a "hazardous situation".


How NOT To Get Shot On Your Job
(signs that your coworkers man may go on a shooting spree at your place of business):

1. She's always on the phone arguing in hushed tones. You can tell she's arguing by the inflection in her voice and the way her eyes go from an amused wide to a pissed off narrow all in the same sentence.

2. She always ends her hushed tone arguments with a loud outburst like, "WELL DO WHAT YOU GOT TO DO THEN!!!" or "COME PUT YA HANDS ON ME!!!" Then looks around the office to see who heard her.

3. After the phone argument, her boyfriend drops by and asks her to come outside so they can "talk". (If this has happened more than twice in one week, you may need to call in the next day.)

These were just a few examples. Have any of you dealt with this kind of craziness on the job? If so, how did you deal with it?

30 Day Challenge: Two for One

Ok...Ok...so I missed a day of my challenge. So sue me...or don't 'cause you won't get shit. I can make it up though, because it's my blog and I do what I wanna do 'round these parts. So here goes, my two for one blog special. Days 4 and 5 of the 30 Day Challenge.

Day 4: What You Ate Today

For breakfast I had a bowl of Frosted Rice Krispies. Very yummy. These things have just the right amount of sweetness to them, but not too much. I love them.

For lunch I had a small order of Honey BBQ wings (8 wings) with Gooey Fries from Baumhower's Wings Restaraunt. The first time I ate at Wings, I hated it...with a capital HATE. I didn't eat there again until this year and I have fallen in love. This month I think I've gone there about 10 times. Their gooey fries are the bestest. They drown an order of curly fries in this cheese sauce and top them off with real bacon. Not those awful bacon bits. They are super yummy.



For snack I had a single cone of Chocolate Chocolate Chip Ice Cream from Old Dutch Ice Cream. The girl there hooked me up though and gave me a big hunk of ice cream. It was so hot outside, that it was melting before I got in the car good and ended up getting on my hands. But it was sooooooo good.


For dinner....I haven't made it that far yet.


OK, now that that's out of the way, let's get to the good stuff. Day 5




Day 5: Your Definition of Love

What is MY definition of love...I don't necessarily have one right now. The key word there is RIGHT NOW. I definitely want to experience it one day. Don't get me wrong, I feel love all the time from my family (most of them at least) but they love me 'cause they have to. I wanna experience love from someone who doesn't have any obligation to me. I want to have the kind of love that singers lie...i mean sing about in their songs. Like when Monica sings about having love all over her. I want to be able to belt that out at the top of my lungs and not be lying about it. (She was probably singing about Rocko when she made that song, and y'all know how that turned out). Anywho, back to the whole "definition of love" thing. I'll start off with some definitions I found on the internet.

urbandictionary.com had the following meanings:

Love- giving someone the power to destroy you, and trusting them not to.
Love- either a horrible disease or a blessing
Love- a word used by many but understood by few
Love- a zero score in tennis
Love- a feeling that is undefinable


These were just a few. They had over a hundred pages of definitions and my attention span is way too short to go through them all. Now, my definition of love as of right now is as follows:

Love- _______________________________________________________


yup...just blank. I have no definition of love right now. Check back in a few years maybe it will change.


This is gonna be me one day: