happy November

My sister bought me a blackberry as an early birthday present. I am loving my big girl phone!
I have to admit, I generally update at work, but last week my supervisor thought it would be cool to give us as much work as possible. I'm not complaining (yet), just saying. She is my latest struggle. There are five perple in my division. Three of us are under 30 and my supervisox and another woman are old enough to be our mothers. This may sound arrogant, but I really think she is intimidated by my age and education. I can't help that people like me.I'm just a likable kinds person, hater. So I'll show her by doing a fabulous job. I am a big fan of killing people with kindness.
My car is back in commission! Keep praying please!
Friday's outfit was my pseudo jeans copper shrug sweater, brown tank, and rocket dog clogs.

No deep titles today

My car is sick. I am so so sad. But on the upside, yesterday I received confirmation that I didn't mishandle the situation with my friend the other day. It's interesting how some relationships are always easy, no matter how much time has passed. Is that a hallmark of a true friendship? I envy men some days because they don't really have to think about stuff like this. On the other hand, women don't get blue balls ;)

Today's outfit: baby blue off the shoulder sweater, gray cords, black and silver flats with bows, wide grey belt, grey bracelet.

Jesus vs. Jeezy

I'm saved. Yes, we're talking the churchy kinda saved. The kind where you go up to the altar and feel such a weight lifted cuz you're not going to hell!! Woot! Did I mention this happened about a decade ago? I've wandered in and out of churches since then. Backsliding you could say (and you'd be right). Now here I am, all graduated from college, working the big girl job and getting my adult life together. I avoided church for awhile cuz I'm not really a fan of churchy people. You know them. They will judge you sooo quick your head will spin like on "The Exorcist". I'm a smart girl, and my comprehension rate is above average (not bragging, just saying), so after reading the Bible, I know that's know what Jesus would do. So I figured I could do me over here without the church. But the last 2ish years I've been really wanting a church home. I actually missed church...or at least what I thought church was supposed to be like. Last spring I actually found a church! Yay for the good people there too. But I've still got some habits leftover from my "heathen" times in college. And let's be honest, I'm not in a huge hury to break these habits either. I'm easing back from them, but I can't see myself just going cold turkey. Sometimes I really like to get tipsy and act a fool in a club. And sometimes Jeezy or T.I. just speak to me lol. In fact, sometimes I think Kanye is writing the soundtrack to my life (and no sister, you STILL can't tell me nothin!). So I'm struggling with balance. Sometimes I feel guilty about keeping these habits up. And it's not like drinking a bottle of wine or a 12 pack of beer (I get thirsty...) is more important than my mortal soul. But I like to...so what do I do? Lol, you're right. I'll pray about it.

Friends...how many of us have them?

Why is so much of life spent biting your tongue and doing things you don't really want to do? If that just part of being a grown up? Does it make me a selfish person because I'm sick of doing both? Of course I'm going to say no. But if someone is supposed to be your best good friend, doesn't that mean you shouldn't have to spend as much time biting your tongue?

Okay, so I got into an argument with a friend regarding some New Year's plans, and I had to bite my tongue (like I've been doing for over 2 years now) and I'm just a little tired of it. So I decided to stop. I wasn't rude, but I let her know how I felt, because if we're truly good friends, I should be able to do that. She wasn't pleased, but she said she understood. I don't know what's going to happen with that friendship, but to be honest, I don't care nearly as much as I thought I would. To me, the important thing was that I could stand up and say "this is how I feel and I won't apologize for it". I don't always agree with my friends, but I want them to feel like they can come to me and express their feelings.

Clothes:
I forgot to post on Friday, but I wore my brown shirt, brown printed skirt, brown footless tights, green corduroy jacket, and brown flats. Today I'm a true diva with my purple coat, black leotard, black patterned pants (borrowed), gold bangle, gold and purple bracelet (borrowed), thick gold beaded bracelet (borrowed), and gold earrings with purple stones (borrowed). I do love borrowing stuffs to accentuate the stuff I own...much cheaper than shopping

Do I wanna be popular?

I was wandering through blogs today, and immediately I began trying to figure out what made the heavily visited ones different from those which were not. I read what they had to say; it didn't seem much different. Is it the layouts? Nope, not that either. Then I got to thinking...do I want my blog to be one of the frequently visited? Well of course it would be nice to know that someone wants to read the randomness that I come up with. I figure what I say is pretty important (of course), so why not try to build up a fan base. Then I entertained myself by fantasizing about having fans...ya know, people who just couldn't wait to see what I'd write next. This dream was popped by a coworker handing me a stack of files. *sigh* back to the real world. Gotta love responsibility. And then it hit me...with the way my personality is, I would feel driven to keep providing entertainment for these imaginary fans. Even if they were satisfied with whatever drivel (check me out, I gotta degree and big words to go with it) I happened to write, I no longer would be. Ew. Who wants that kinda pressure? I get enough pressure at work and at home. I don't need to seek any out. So I guess I'll have to content myself with knowing that at least one person reads this, and even thinks it's pretty cute. And really, that's good enough for me.
Oops! Almost forgot...outfit for the day: brown pants (the khaki kind), coral tank top, brown speckle-y sweater coat, brown flats, sister's brown and cream earrings.

As my coworker reads over my shoulder...

I was listening to the Tom Joyner Morning Show on my way to work this morning, and Reverend Al was on. Now, since this blog is new, you won't know that I am generally not a fan of the Reverend. He tends to rub me the wrong way and usually when I hear him, I'll change the station, be it TV or radio. Anyway, so I'm listening and I heard him and went to do the usual. But then I caught what he was talking about...churches having watch night prayer services after the polls close so that instead of black people showing their butts and getting drunk to celebrate, they can bring in this new era with dignity. For anyone who's a nerd like me, here is a page that gives some history on watch nights. Interesting stuff, and I think it would be kinda symbolic. Plus we all know (or are related to) at least one person who will cut a straight fool election night, and that is definitely NOT the way to tear down stereotypes, or to show honor to the winner. Which is the point of celebrating right? Honor? Maybe I'm just confused...

On to less serious topics. I've been trying to figure out a way to make sure all my clothes get put into rotation, but I am a scatterbrain and honestly don't remember what I wear. My last (and quite lazy) attempt to remember involved me leaving clothes in a pile as i wore them...this just left my clothes really wrinkled and actually caused me to lose some stuff. So I've decided to use this awesome blog to track my wearages (yes, I did just invent that word). Feel free to ignore that part, I'll try to remember to put it at the bottom. Today's outfit: gray skirt, teal argyle sweater, white shell, black mary janes, and the pearls. Yes, it's preppy...wanna fight about it?

I'm truckin!

I got a wonderful treat for the week: my dad's Explorer. He's out of town on business, and since my sister and I have been sharing my car (which means she takes it and I bum a ride or walk to work). Now, I don't mind helping my sister out, I just miss being able to run errands during my lunch break. But for this glorious week...I have transportation. You shoulda seen me this morning...I was asking all kinds of people if they wanted to go somewhere for lunch. Not because I have money (I surely don't), but because I wanted to drive. Sadly no one wanted to take me up on that today, but I've got alllll week.

Hello World

I've always been a big fan of blogging, and I was just forced to create a gmail account (yes, I still have my 1998 yahoo account and I LOVE it!!). Anyway, I figured I should embrace my new community and try out blogger to see if I like it. So far so good...