Just so you know...

birthday wishes do come true.

So you want to walk away...

I get advice. I get it because I need it. I need advice because sometimes I revert back to my 8-year-old self and become a bit neurotic and worried and require some words of guidance. Today I have been thinking about some decisions, some big and some not so big…and I keep going back to some good advice a wise and very pretty friend once gave me, it may be the best advice I have ever received. I thought I would share it because who doesn’t need a little advice now and then…

Regarding quitting, not trying, walking away, giving up, being scared, holding back – you get the idea….

If you really just don’t want this, then you can walk away, no questions asked…but if you are just scared then pull it together and do it.

Thanks t-tot.

Goodbye Golden Arches

For at least the last decade of my life when March 8 rolled around I would eat lunch at McDonalds. After all it was my birthday tradition and I liked it. People have been judging me for years about it. People have offered to take me somewhere else, they have begged actually but I have always stood strong. I never faltered.

Over the last decade there have been good times, embarrassing times, sick times and silly times. Yes, I once made my pregnant friend take me there even though she may or may not have thrown up during and or after the meal. Yes, I once got a little too excited and ate a couple fries off someone else’s tray and was publically shunned for it. But I wouldn’t change thing, I have loved every minute of it.

But this year when March 8th rolled around I just knew that it was time, time to say goodbye to the golden arches. As the good word reads: To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven…

Some get over the golden fries and happy meals at 6, who cares if it took me a little longer…and by a little longer I mean until I was 30.

We have had a good, long run. Thanks for memories. Goodspeed.

I am Lazy.

I just got back from the Virgin Islands. I spent 6 consecutive days at the beach. And by 6 days I mean 6 full days—morning to evening. Wait was it 5? Anyway I am not over exaggerating for effect. And I loved it, absolutely loved it. So this week it was back to life, back to reality…and everyone started asking me about the vaca, which is so kind, people are nice, people care about me.

But I started getting concerned when I kept having a similar convo with everyone who asked.

The chats have been going something like this:

Nice person who cares about me: “So what did you do on your trip?”

Me: “We went to the beach and just kicked it.”

Nice person who cares about me: “Well, what else did you do?”

Me (confused): “Ummm…well we went to the beach and we kicked it.”

Nice person who cares about me: “No, really what else?”

Me (still confused): “Well, I guess there was some snorkeling, and some kayaking and some swimming and some reading and some eating and some walking and some talking and some journal time but like I said mostly just kicking it on the beach.”

Nice person who cares about me: “Really? You weren’t bored?”

Me: “Um, no it is the beach…”

Nice person who cares about me: “So you pretty much just layed out for a week? I could never do that, I would die.”

Me: “Really? That sucks. I guess I am just lazy.”

Seriously? How could you not be happy for the rest of your life doing this? But what do I know I am lazy. I'm lazy and I like it.

Flip Flops Are For Feet Not Feelings

I tend to be a flip-flopper. So after I acknowledged the omens that 2010 has sent my way in my last post I went ahead and flipped…

Against my better judgment I went ahead and decided to give 2010 a little test. I was on my way to church and I was having some trouble. I had made a bad wardrobe decision, I was hungry, tired and I was late. As I pulled into the parking lot it didn’t look good. I could see there were no spots and my only option would be to park far away from the door which would be the complete opposite of an awesome parking spot. So I went ahead threw out a dare—if it still was going to be a good year then I needed a sign, I needed a killer spot. And I wasn’t about to help by applying “the secret” and so I drove down one isle and nothing, just as I had thought. And then I drove down the second and nothing and then I got near the door and the sidewalk and what do you know…there was a spot, right in front, and just for me. Needless to say I felt like a sheepish idiot. But the good news is I guess I can’t fight it, because it turns out it IS going to be a good year and I thought it was only fair to be honest and share the update.

2010 Omens

So it is 2010. And I feel pretty good about it and not just because I was ready for 2009 to get out of my face. It is just that I really think that 2010 is going to be an exceptionally awesome year. I just feel it.

Everyone has been making fun of me but the reason I know that it is going to be such a great year is because I keep scoring the absolute best parking spots. It feels like everywhere I go I have a reserved spot, you know, right in front which in turn makes me feel like a VIP, yeah even at Ross. And it is not just when I drive. It is occurring every time I am in a car, even if the driver happens to think it is going to be a mediocre year. And without fail we pull in and I say, “yeah, it is going to be a great year.”

I don’t know if it is all the excitement from the parking spots but here are a few things I plan to tackle this year:

• Incorporate “yep” and “you bet” into my regular vocabulary.



• Break-up with high fructose corn syrup and his processed friends, but this doesn’t mean I won’t say hi if we run into each other at a party every now and again.



• Cut back on the whirling.



• Have a summer fling with an RV and America.

Here’s to a great and exciting 2010.

The songs I sing and sing and sing

I sing a lot. I sing songs that I hear on the radio, that I mak up my own lyrics for. I sing songs from the past including a Navaho lullaby that I learned when I was 12 that may or may not really be a Navaho lullaby. I tend to ask and answer questions in song. I also like to opera-ize songs especially the rapper ballads…

Anyway I guess I sing because I always have a song in my head. Although they come and go, a few days ago I realized that I have atleast 10 steadies. By steadies I mean the songs that I have had in over the last 12+ years that I sing I would say on a weekly basis.

After all these years I have never been able to shake them…and I don’t even know how to try, so a couple days back I just decided that yeah they are a part of me and will always be and I am cool with it.

So here they are and I guess if you wanted to be accurate and as lame as it sounds these songs would make up the soundtrack of my life.

So here are the top 10 for now…

1. I don’t know much but I know I love you, Aaron Neville. I haven’t mastered much in my 29 years, but I can confidently say I am pretty close on this one.

2. Je suis un enfant de Dieu – I can’t even tell you how often I have referred to this and how many people I have been able to impress. Thank you Glenda.

3. Baby Got Back, Sir Mix Alot – I like to sing the original as well as my own lyrics I wrote a few years back.

4. Blackbird – I think it may be a Beatles song but I have changed the lyrics to: “Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly punka#@ fly” not sure why I have to thrown in the punka#@...

5. It Could Been Me Standing Next to You, Billy Ray – Nobody has summarized so much in so few words. And Stacy this one all started with you…

6. Shoop, Salt and Peppa – I wouldn’t dare mess with these lyrics, if they aren’t perfection what is?

7. Biggie Biggie Biggie Can’t You See – I have cut back on this song after the unfortunate tum tum incident with a good friend…what I wouldn’t give to turn back time…sorry Tiff.

8. Looking for Something In Red, Lorrie Morgan. I like to sing this when I get dressed in the morning - judge me.

9. A Child’s Prayer – a primary song from back in the day. Helps me CTR.

10. Regulators (Mount Up), Warren G – This played a big role back when I was dreaming of being black.