26-I'm a stress eater.
27-I hate people that litter.
28-I want my next job to be located in midtown Manhattan.
29-I have a major crush on him.
30-I thought Dreamgirls was overly hyped.
31-I love getting spa pedicures.
32-Last year, my prom date died of brain cancer.
33-The Xmas prior to his death he sent me the book "1001 Places to Visit before You Die".
34-Growing up my dad was emotionally unavailable due to his substance abuse problems.
35-My dad is a great grandfather to my LuvBug.
36-My career counselor told me to "kick" the term resume to the curb.
37-Currently, I'm working on my summary of professional accomplishments.
38-I can drive a stick shift.
39-I love rainy spring days.
40-I'd love to take a cooking class.
41-I prepared to take the LSATS.
42-I hate standardized tests.
43-While I was pregnant, I had erotic dreams starring me and PDiddy.
44-My hubby and PDiddy have the same birthday.
45-I have a great sense of humor.
46-I'm the office clown.
47-LuvBug is a clown.
48-I love bling!
49-Flattery gets me everytime.
50-My hubby can be the most charming MF you'll ever meet.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Simply Said
As you know, I'm a Wei.ght W.atch.er. A key component of their program is the weekly weigh-ins.
At my WW center an older woman is responsible for our weigh-in. For this story let's call her Jane. Well, it's evident that Jane can sense my nervousness because she always "drops" some thought provoking "gems" on me. Our last exchange went something like this:
Jane: Good Morning K. How was your week?
Me: Ummm, good. I really worked hard. I worked out 4 times this week!
Jane: Okay. When you are ready get on the scale.
Me: *I get on the scale*
Jane: Beautiful, you are down 2.8 pounds.
Me: Yipppeee!
Jane: K, you look like the kind of person that if I asked you to do something for me you'd be right there.
Me: *giving her a yes nod*
Jane: Do me a favor; be there for yourself. Take time for yourself everyday.
This has stayed with me all week.
Fam, do me a favor...today take sometime for yourself.
At my WW center an older woman is responsible for our weigh-in. For this story let's call her Jane. Well, it's evident that Jane can sense my nervousness because she always "drops" some thought provoking "gems" on me. Our last exchange went something like this:
Jane: Good Morning K. How was your week?
Me: Ummm, good. I really worked hard. I worked out 4 times this week!
Jane: Okay. When you are ready get on the scale.
Me: *I get on the scale*
Jane: Beautiful, you are down 2.8 pounds.
Me: Yipppeee!
Jane: K, you look like the kind of person that if I asked you to do something for me you'd be right there.
Me: *giving her a yes nod*
Jane: Do me a favor; be there for yourself. Take time for yourself everyday.
This has stayed with me all week.
Fam, do me a favor...today take sometime for yourself.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Go Figure
My husband is angry with me because he broke the TV in our bedroom. No your eyes haven't deceived you; this fool ain't half way speaking because he broke the TV.
Funny thing is that I wasn't in the house when he dropped said TV. When I returned from exercising, the LuvBug announced to me "that Daddy broke the television and deserved a spanking". *In my mature voice* I explained that "we all have accidents, it's no big thing and it'd be okay". But this fool is still salty.
Now don't get wrong pre-LuvBug my temper was to be reckoned with. This juvenile behavior would have caused me to blackout. I'd get all frustrated by his shortness with me. No more!
Mommyhood has changed me. I'm more thoughtful with my actions and words. I try to stay conscious of the WORDS my little one is exposed to. I'm not talking about being a push over or wimpy; I'm talking about being a grown azz woman. I'm talking about picking battles and not letting HIS stuff be MY stuff.
He'll get over it.
Funny thing is that I wasn't in the house when he dropped said TV. When I returned from exercising, the LuvBug announced to me "that Daddy broke the television and deserved a spanking". *In my mature voice* I explained that "we all have accidents, it's no big thing and it'd be okay". But this fool is still salty.
Now don't get wrong pre-LuvBug my temper was to be reckoned with. This juvenile behavior would have caused me to blackout. I'd get all frustrated by his shortness with me. No more!
Mommyhood has changed me. I'm more thoughtful with my actions and words. I try to stay conscious of the WORDS my little one is exposed to. I'm not talking about being a push over or wimpy; I'm talking about being a grown azz woman. I'm talking about picking battles and not letting HIS stuff be MY stuff.
He'll get over it.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Weekend Recap...
- Friday, I came home from work dog tired. I tried to watch "The Illusionist" but feel asleep within the first 15 minutes.
- Saturday, we attended my family's Annual Whitney Young Tailgate Party.
- Sunday, was my day! The LuvBug was hanging with her auntie and I was able to get a mani and pedi. I spent the rest of the day organizing for this week. I was able to cook some bbq chicken and veggie ziti that I think may last us for a better part of this week.
Ohhhh before I forget, the best news is that I had my weekly Wei.ght Wa.tchers weigh in and *drum roll please* I'm down 2.8 pounds. Yeah, booooy....
Outta Sorts...
Don't know what's wrong but lately I've been a little outta of sorts. Perhaps PMS is the culprit although I'm thinking the the source of my angst is my dang job.
I swear I work at the most dysfunctional place in America. I mean this place is the stuff that would make a good plot for those chiterling circuit aka "Why My Man Did Me Wrong?" and "I Ain't Trying to Be a Golddigger" plays. Crazy fo'real...
I think at the root of the problem is that there is a sharp contrast between the agency's mission and the way senior management treats it's staff. Ya see, my agency is supposed to be in the building strong stable families business. Not the humiliating and disrespecting staff business. More specifically, there is one senior manager that has run amuck in his department. I mean this guy is a clown. Sadly, the women (most are single parents) feel powerless and voiceless because they need their jobs and benefits.
It's sad! No, it's killing me softly. It sounds drastic but each time I enter my office a piece of my creativity, energy, optimism and brain power leaves my body. Sapped...
I'm down but not out. I'm survivor and over the last two weeks I have hired a career counselor. So far, we have discussed my work history and are completing some get to know you exercises.
I know that my work with this counselor is not just about a career transition but about a personal transition. It's about becoming the woman I was put on this earth to be.
It is my time to emerge from the warm safe cocoon...it's time to fly butterfly.
I swear I work at the most dysfunctional place in America. I mean this place is the stuff that would make a good plot for those chiterling circuit aka "Why My Man Did Me Wrong?" and "I Ain't Trying to Be a Golddigger" plays. Crazy fo'real...
I think at the root of the problem is that there is a sharp contrast between the agency's mission and the way senior management treats it's staff. Ya see, my agency is supposed to be in the building strong stable families business. Not the humiliating and disrespecting staff business. More specifically, there is one senior manager that has run amuck in his department. I mean this guy is a clown. Sadly, the women (most are single parents) feel powerless and voiceless because they need their jobs and benefits.
It's sad! No, it's killing me softly. It sounds drastic but each time I enter my office a piece of my creativity, energy, optimism and brain power leaves my body. Sapped...
I'm down but not out. I'm survivor and over the last two weeks I have hired a career counselor. So far, we have discussed my work history and are completing some get to know you exercises.
I know that my work with this counselor is not just about a career transition but about a personal transition. It's about becoming the woman I was put on this earth to be.
It is my time to emerge from the warm safe cocoon...it's time to fly butterfly.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Flip That House
My house has come undone. What was supposed to be a routine delivery of a couch, chair and stove (odd combination, I know) has turned into a bad episode of Design on a Dime, Design Star and Color Splash.
You see we live in a old two family home. This house has been in our family for years and my auntie lives on the first floor; we live on the second and third levels. Great starter space for our young family.
The problem is that we have narrow stairwells and doors. I'm sure that when the place was built there was no thoughts of 50 inch plasmas, mega refrigerators or overstuffed couches.
Well, last Saturday the furniture delivery men couldn't move our furniture thru the second floor landing. They pushed & pulled but to no avail. So, DH says to me "I'm going to knock out the living room door so that we can get the furniture in. *I'm thinking what the fugg is happening here.* DH again, "the door must come out", "it's too small", "it's not practical". Mind you, this is all with a couch and chair rammed all up in my front stairwell. Of course, the delivery guys had long gone. Making matters worse, is that shortly thereafter the guys came to deliver my new stove. After assessing the situation they too proceed to inform us that they couldn't bring the stove thru the rear entry and we had to reschedule when the front entry was clear. Argh!
Just as an update, the furniture is off the steps and in my living room. DH was able to get his weekend warrior on and freshen up some painting, add molding and begin repairing the door.
I'll post pictures later.
Holla back,
You see we live in a old two family home. This house has been in our family for years and my auntie lives on the first floor; we live on the second and third levels. Great starter space for our young family.
The problem is that we have narrow stairwells and doors. I'm sure that when the place was built there was no thoughts of 50 inch plasmas, mega refrigerators or overstuffed couches.
Well, last Saturday the furniture delivery men couldn't move our furniture thru the second floor landing. They pushed & pulled but to no avail. So, DH says to me "I'm going to knock out the living room door so that we can get the furniture in. *I'm thinking what the fugg is happening here.* DH again, "the door must come out", "it's too small", "it's not practical". Mind you, this is all with a couch and chair rammed all up in my front stairwell. Of course, the delivery guys had long gone. Making matters worse, is that shortly thereafter the guys came to deliver my new stove. After assessing the situation they too proceed to inform us that they couldn't bring the stove thru the rear entry and we had to reschedule when the front entry was clear. Argh!
Just as an update, the furniture is off the steps and in my living room. DH was able to get his weekend warrior on and freshen up some painting, add molding and begin repairing the door.
I'll post pictures later.
Holla back,
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