I am getting to the point way quicker than I thought that
I am getting sick of my hair! JUST SICK
OF IT!! And then I go online to see new
styles and new whatever and these people doing these videos can be quite
hilarious. So I got stuck on videos of
pre-poo and pooing which means before you wash or shampoo OR co-wash because
God forbid if you actually use shampoo to wash your hair which is a WHOLE other
conversation OH and using vs not using combs.
It just gets to be a bit much.
Back in the day my mother would wash my hair, comb it, brush it, grease
it, press it and whatever else. The only
time my hair fell out is when she relaxed it.
My little virgin tresses did not like or take it very well. Then I got this hideous bob cut that I got
joked about, my ‘friends’ said I had a Beatles hair cut LOL. Then my head became a head of steal! I got used to getting relaxers and color…
until my hair started breaking off again.
It has come to my attention that a lot of folks still do
not know that my roommate is my mother!
A soror came up to me recently and said who IS THAT PERSON!!! They sound horrible sometimes! And I said well she IS horrible sometimes,
but it’s my mom! Putting it into context
makes some of what I say make sense. I
have another friend that asked WHY would you get water for your roommate? And I said because she gets real helpless at
night when she is sleepy. Which she
really does. All day she can manage but
as soon as I walk in the door she needs water, or kool-aid, or a cookie OR just
anything that will make me walking in the door a task. Some days I just go upstairs. It’s like I
know you have needs and you are probably ready for dinner but I need a
minute. 95% of the time I can get it
together quickly, but it’s that 5% where I am praying to all the Jesus’ that I
need help because I just feel I can’t do it no more. And I know I hide behind humor a lot, maybe
too much sometimes because folks really have no idea. But it’s funny to me and on the days it’s not,
then I don’t laugh. But here is this 71
year old woman that for a good 30 years of my life was vibrant self-sufficient
and then slowly she stopped being like she was.
I think the clue that she stopped being as independent was on that
winter day that she totaled her Aveo… then there’s the fact that she bought an
Aveo!! I think they stopped making that
car and for good reason, it was a dumb little car LOL She needed some chicken
wings, and I mean come on who doesn’t?!?
The Chinese place she was going to was literally down the street. She got in the car I think there were
flurries that day, the car spun around and hit the curb, I think. She did major damage but I think it was more
so that it was such a small car. Totaled
that dumb little car… IT WAS JUST DUMB!!
And small in not even a cute Mini Cooper kinda way… WHEW I digress. It was a lot of little things until she fell
broke her shoulder yadda yadda yadda… then came to live with me. ( I yaddaed a
WHOLE series of events LOL) Now saying
that my mother lives with me is not a bad thing, maybe it sounds better than a
40 year old having a roommate which I honestly don’t know which is better or
worse. I do have pretty stern thoughts
on people my age living with their parents but sometimes it’s what just needs
to happen. And my mother lives with me,
which is different and I started the whole roommate thing as a joke. I
still think it’s funny but maybe not.
She just says and does such funny stuff!
So The Voice is on. Last week she
said ‘Usher is kinda cute!’ This week
she asks me Do you think Usher is cute, I said not really she said ‘well he is!’ I mean how do you challenge that?
This project I am on is making me question my
sanity. I know I am not a crazy chick
but 3 emails ago my team lead said 1 thing and now he is saying something
completely different. And I am in a
total fuck it mode so… good luck with anything getting done today. After the back and forth emails that we had
this morning I have decided I aint doing nothing today!! I just got caught up on my Black & Sexy
series, that would be on the good YouTube which has, and I know I’ve said
before, a great deal of content. I need
to get caught up on my Wendy Williams, but the good Kindle decided it needs
more juice. I left my Kindle at work
last night and was really concerned about it still being here. I had a theft at my little desk. Someone took my charger and the charger
adapter. I know it’s my fault for not
locking it up, but really it’s not even for an iPhone. It was just very random and a violation of my
space. The Kindle was in my desk, so I
prayed that no one would take it. I got
it on HSN and it’s not even available anymore.
I was doing some heavy duty calculating on how much a new one would be;
thankfully it was where I left it LAWD what was my point? OH so I have to let
it charge more so I can watch Wendy! And other shows because I am (I totally just went on a IMDB
digression to look up that character from Office Space whose name I already
forgot… and it should be noted when I gave notice from where I work now back in
the late 90’s I totally took a ½ day and went to see Office Space… when he had
his interview with the ‘consultants’ after he had been hypnotized he said I don’t
like work and I’m not gonna do it anymore… yep that’s how I feel right now
LOL) Ummm if you can follow this thought
stream then you are special like me!
95% of the people in my building are moving to another
building, but not me and 2 of my co-workers.
Why? Because we are lowly
contactors. They could not be bothered
to make sure we had a new home like everyone else. It’s so funny to me because it just is. I think either 2 days before or after ‘they’
are gonna be like OH YEAH what about those 3 people?!? My 1 co-worker thinks they are just gonna
move us and not tell us and when we get to work Monday all out stuff is gonna
be gone. The only thing the new building
has is water and ice that you can get from the frig without having to touch
anything (you know like an ice scoop) and a fuse ball table. But this aint Google or Zappos, ie FUN places
to work so I can bet that those fuse ball tables don’t get used at all. This
brings me to I really wonder how it would be to work at a fun place. I am searching my brain for all 150elven (see
more than just 50eleven) jobs I have had I can’t think of a place that was out
and out fun. The restaurants had fun
people working there, but then you had to contend with management. Even bartending it was the fun job but at one
point it stopped being fun too. Corporate
jobs are never fun. The Country Radio
station in Richmond where I interned is about the closest to FUN. A few
years ago, probably when I wasn’t working I google fun jobs and I came across a
site that you could shadow people in the field you thought you wanted to
work. I can’t remember how much it cost,
but there was fee. For instance, if you
wanted to open a Pizza shop in Baltimore then you might pay to go to a
restaurant in Chicago for a week to see what it really takes. The concept is great. For some it might be OH
YEAH and others like OH HELL NO!! I have
worked around enough kitchens to know that is not the type of fun I want, but I
still think I have it in me to open a little bar/lounge. It wasn’t just food related stuff either, it
might have been a personal trainer, or a zookeeper; just a whole lot of things
some people may never even think about.
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