Conversations

A friend of mine told me something today that I want to post here because it really made me feel special:


Really Good Friend CT: I appreciate you support, no matter where life leads us all far or close; you will always be my one and only greatest friend! I love you a whole lot you are my homey for life and don’t you forget that.


Really good friends are hard to come by and I appreciate her friendship.

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me.

Yesterday I celebrated a milestone: 35 Fabulous, Grown & Sexy. Wow, and I feel great. I feel every bit of fabulous, every bit of grown, and every bit of sexy. I love myself silly right now. I love my family. I love my friends. I like my job. I love life and it feels good. I know that this feeling is all because of God. Everything I feel is possible because of GOD and I am so thankful.

The best gift I received was when I got home and my youngest had a cup-cake with lit candles and he sang Happy Birthday in Spanish. He looked up the words on the internet. Awwwwww. That made my day.

To everyone who remembered and showed me love: I am so grateful. To those who forgot, thats okay, I feel fabulous anyway.

Happy Birthday to me!!!!

A Memory I Would Like to Erase.

Today is one of the saddest days. It's September 11 and although it has been six years, I try not to remember. Although I was not directly affected, the memory of the Twin Towers coming down brings tears to my eyes and I feel a weight on my heart. You would think that after six years I would forget, but it is just that I do not want to remember.

May God bless all those directly and indirectly affected by the collapse of the Twins. May God bless the Firefighters, Police Officers, EMS workers, and volunteers who put their lives on the line to save and/or help others. May God bless the servicemen and women who are still fighting for who knows what reason. May God bless us all.

Ever since September 11, 2001 I have not worked on that day. I was off on that day because I was taking the kids to the doctor. Then every year after that I just could not bring myself to work because it just felt like a day of mourning. I would always watch the news and memorials, and the reading of the names, and I would cry. As the years have gone by, it has become unbearable. I cannot bear to watch any more memorials. I do not want to watch any more movies. I wish the impossible. I wish this day would never have happened. It is the one memory I would like to erase.

Dogs and Flying Sh*t

So I was away in Arizona for a whole week back in the beginning of August. The flight was long and awful. There was lots of turbulence. But I am glad we were safe. Thank God for that. I have objections over the fact that if I wanted to eat on the plane, I had to pay $5 to eat. So many issues with airlines, from the cost of a plane ticket, to the wait times, the flights are almost always late in departure and arrival, and I have to pay for my food. Good thing I bought my own food before I got on the plane. On the way back to NYC they were serving breakfast instead of lunch and only had limited quantities. Whats that about? Oh and I want to bring up that at the airport in Arizona, Phoenix to be exact, there was a woman in the bathroom walking her dog. I mean newspaper spread on the floor, dog trying to sh*t, walking her dog. WTF, after seeing that I was so ready to come home. I thought the crazy stuff only happened in NY, apparently not. So glad to be back home.

Did she really just say that?

This is a real life conversation that I had:

Ignorant Girl: My favorite quote is "Unemployment insurance is a pre-paid vacation for freeloaders." by Ronald Reagan

Me: Hate to ask what you think about welfare?

Ignorant Girl: Poor people get everything, free housing, free food, free medical, free education, more $ for each kid, why the f*ck would you ever want to be a contributing citizen & work? Everyone I know on welfare is scamming it, I never met any legits. Best qualified should always get the job, pisses me off there are quotas, best qualified period.

Me: Well, well, well….that's quite an opinion there. Don’t know if I should RETORT or leave it alone.

That was the end of that conversation. I am not sure that at the time I could of been civilized enough to continue speaking to her. What I wanted to do is grab her by her hair and slam it against the wall and ask her what world had she been living in for her past 30 something odd years. I attribute her ignorance to being white. Not to say that all my white friends are ignorant but I know they don't all think like this. Do they???

Now that its been a few days I will start with her first comment. How can unemployment insurance be a pre-paid vacation? Correct me if I am wrong? but don't you originally have to be working to collect unemployment insurance? Does she think that most people quit their jobs to get unemployment insurance, which is never the amount you were making in the first place? I am sure there are people who delay going back to work to collect unemployment but that does not apply to everyone. Plus who pays unemployment insurance? States set up trust funds to pay be able to pay unemployment insurance to certain qualified individuals. I think I pay enough taxes that if I am unemployed, I should be able to get some funds for a little while until my next job. And last I checked unemployment is not only for poor Black/Brown people.

Now for her welfare comments. "Poor people get everything.........." Is she suggesting that being poor is lucrative. Is she suggesting that people strive to stay poor so that they can continue getting everything? To this I say research your government reform laws on welfare. because the last time I checked ONE person on welfare gets 68.50 bi wkly and as far as free education and free housing,has she seen OUR school system and it's FREE education? NYC public schools are not havens of education. People send there children to NYC public schools because they can not afford the private ones. Has she ever lived in these so called free housing? The projects are no Trump Towers. Plus, it is not free to live in the projects. Rent is according to income. Which by the way does anyone know what it costs to live in NY these days. Rents are ridiculous. Thank goodness for public housing, shabby as it is and all.

Now about EVERYONE on welfare that she knows being scammers. Who are her circle of friends? I know several former welfare recipients, me included. The emphasis is on FORMER. I didn't strive to stay on welfare. I didn't even want to be on welfare. I used it because I needed it and I was working all the while. I just wasn't making enough to support myself at the time so it was a supplement. That was then and this is now. So here comment is pure bullsh*t.

As far as quotas go: If it wasn't for quotas black/brown people wouldn't get the job even if they were qualified. Most if not all jobs would go to the most qualified WHITE person. If it wasn't for quotas we might not get into certain schools. Segragation was NOT that long ago. If you have been reading the current news, segragation is still being fought in the courts. This is 2007.

To all who share the ignorant opinion: Educate yourself before you speak so that you can stop talking SH*T.

I love my job.

I just cant stress enough how important and how good it feels to go to work and love what you do and love to be where you are.

Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot!!!

I am currently OUT of New York and currently IN Arizona. It is so hot out here. 100+ degrees everyday. WOW. This is great. Everyone says that dry heat is different than humid heat. Heat is Heat to me and I LOVE it.
What I don't like is the same adobe color. Everywhere you see this same color. Nothing stands out. Everything looks so blah.
No matter I have the heat to keep me happy. Sigh........

Valentine's Day

I used to love Valentine's day. It was a day where I would rate how much someone loved me by how much they spent or what they bought me or what they planned for the day. And I have had some memorable Valentines.

One of the most special Valentine's of all was with a different love (Jermaine aka "Maine Love"). He was still in High school, and 17 years old and I was about 21. Some might call this cradle robbing. But I beg to differ because he knew how to treat me right. Anyways, he invited me to his house for V-Day. When I got there, he was dressed in a suit and tie. The house was decorated with balloons and candles and he had cooked for me. 17 and he cooked for me. All I remember about the dinner was that there was cornish hens. Fabulous. I think that was the best Valentines I have ever had. Wow. It was nice. I felt special. And it was definitely unexpected.

Anyways back to the subject. I used to love V-Day, and with good reason. But as I have gotten older and have put more thought into it, I realize that love should not be celebrated on one day of the year. Love should be celebrated every day. Not everyone is loved and if someone is loving you and making you feel love then embrace that every day. Don't wait until V-day to send some dead a$$ flowers to the one you claim you love. Don't wait until V-day to go out to dinner. Don't wait until V-day to give a card. Don't wait until V-day to make someone feel special. Don't wait for V-day to show your love. Stop waiting for V-day.

Love and appreciate the one your with all the time. Not just on Valentine's because Valentine's day may never come.

Stop putting up with Adultery

I have been thinking alot about adultery lately and I have come to certain conclusions:

1. Adultery is unforgiveable. Meaning you should let his cheating a&& go. If he gets caught cheating once either he has been cheating all along and/or he is more prone to doing it again.

1. Men cheat because the mistress has a better attitude than the wife/girlfriend. Hello, the wife is doing all the cooking, cleaning, and picking up after the man. She may not always be in the best of moods or ready to drop it like its hot all the damn time cuz she is too damn tired.

2. The mistress has a good deal. She has no wifely duties and doesnt have to deal with the toilet seat being left up, the toothpaste being squeezed from the middle of the tube, you get what I am saying etc, etc.

3.All is well until said husband is busted and she gets the beatdown of her life by the wife. and then the husband becomes her live in because the wife kicked his sorry, trifiling a&& out. Then he becomes her problem.

.4And just when the mistress thinks she has won the grand prize......the cycle continues.

It seemed like a good idea.

I love the idea of a blog where I can just write about anything thats in my mind. Sometimes I just need to vent and dont necessarily vent out loud because that can get out of hand. But now I find that I want to talk about things that I cant necessarily put in the blog. Thats because I dont want people to recognize themselves in my blog. I guess its my fault for sharing the blog in the first place. But most of the stuff I want to write about is shareable. And I like sharing. But as for the other stuff that I want to say I guess the only solution to that is to write an anonymous blog.