Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I hope you all have a wonderful and safe holiday.

Everyday I give thanks to God for letting me wake up another day.

I am thankful for the loved ones that I have in my life, JT, TT, Mama, Dot, BB, AJ, NS, TP, FM.

I am thankful for my health.

I am thankful for the roof that I have over my head.

I am thankful for a job.

I am thankful for an education.

I am thankful for the food in my refridgerator and pantry.

I am thankful for my cat, Tigger.

I am thankful for all that I have, not just today, but everyday.

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Hmm okay, so why haven’t I been able to log on to Daflaava in about three weeks? Is it just me?

So anyway…

The other night some guys came into the store about twenty minutes before closing. I recognized two of them from earlier in the evening; one inquired about purchasing a Sprint PCS phone and running credit without an ID (dumb ass…), and the other simply wanted to pay on his bill. The short, ugly ass one with a mouf full of gold came up to the counter. I’ll refer to him as GG for ‘gold grill’.

GG: “Yeah umm, I need to pay on mah phone.”
Me: “What type of bill would you like to pay?”
GG: “Uhh ya know… mah cell phone bill.”
Me: (All along I knew what he wanted to pay on but I just felt like messing with him). What of phone/service do you have? Sprint PCS?
GG: “Uhh yeah, I wanna pay on my Sprint phone.”
Me: “Do you have a payment card?”
GG: “No.”
Me: “Have you EVER had one before?” (I’ve seen this cat before, so I know he got one somewhere)
GG: “Umm no… well yeah but I ain’t got it?”
Me: “Well, where is it?” (By this time his stupidity is beginning to urk me)
GG: “I ain’t got it wif me. It’s at my sister’s house.”
Me: “You are going to have to get that one because…”
GG: “Well, ain’t you got some new ones here.”
Me: “You are going to have to get YOUR card because we have a limited amount of cards to hand out. Our cards are primarily for NEW customers and if you already have one, I cannot give you another.”
Lanky ass friend in the background: “Why you can’t give him a new one? What you gonna get a raise, a promotion or sumthin?”
Me: *Holds in laugh* “Umm no. You need to get your card. I’m sorry.”
Lanky ass friend in the background: “What you wanna be called a queen, princess or what? Just give him a card so he can pay his bill.”
GG: “Yeah, I need my phone and I ain’t got time to go and get my card.”
Me: “Where does your sister live?”
GG: “South County.”

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Today I finished reading a wonderful book that I borrowed from Cheryl. The book is entitled ‘Soul Mates Dissipate‘ by Mary B. Morrison. There were plenty of steamy scenes, but the moral of the strory was stronger than anything. Morrison’s leading characters, Jada, Wellington and Melanie learn about soulmates and true love or at least what they think is true love. The following is an except from the book where Jazzmyne recited a poem to Jada:

Soul Mates Never Dissipate
And they never part
The spiritual bond that connects the two
Is connected heart to heart

It matters not–dead or alive
The bond cannot be broken
And you feel the pain of the other
Even when words are not being spoken

You can deny in your head
But never in your heart
What God puts together
No man can tear apart

Soul Mates Never Dissipate
And they never part
The spiritual bond that connects the two
Is connected heart to heart

Sure you may have another lover
Or a husband or maybe a wife
But the eternal bond of your Soul Mate
Gels the existence of your life

Flesh will perish
We all must die
But the spirit of a Soul Mate continues
Because your Soul Mate lives within you

For man was not meant to live alone
So your Soul Mate you must embrace
To ignore the existence of your Soul Mate
Is to doubt your very own faith

Soul Mates Never Dissipate
And they never part
The spiritual bond that connects the two
Is connected heart to heart

Excerpt from Mary B. Morrison, Soul Mates Dissipate. p. 141-142.

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Okay, so someone please tell me why former 7′7″, former NBA player, Manute Bol thought he could play hockey? He obviously didn’t succeed on the court; which doesn’t make sense why he think he could succeed on ice. *SMH*

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St. Louis Rams defeat the Chicago Bears, 21-16. Look out now we now have a winning percentage of .500, 5-5. I’m not getting all worked up about the wild card though (yet).

Battle of the quarterbacks this Sunday…

I’ve had a busy weekend and stuff but don’t worry about me. I’ll get to bloggin some more in a second.

Yesterday was Aunt Dot’s birthday.. Happy Birthday <3

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Today was a not-so-bad day, but I severely struggled to stay awake. I didn’t get much sleep because things weighed heavily on my mind and when I did eventually fall asleep it seemed as if I only slept for fifteen minutes. I woke up late due to a technicality with my Bose alarm clock. Thankfully, at work there was an afternoon meeting that didn’t apply to the new hires (me), so I had plenty of time to catch up on my sleep *grin*. Other than that, we’re getting even more behind on our recorded shows, so I’ve decided to take somewhat of a break in recording them. To me, it doesn’t make sense to keep recording things when we have no immediate intention on watching any of the shows. I suppose that we’ll catch up in the summer when all of the repeats start.

While I was at the new Shop N Save by my house, I called my mom and she told me some bad news. Mrs. Madison died in a car accident in Florida. My thoughts and prayers go out to the Madison family. Mr. and Mrs. Madison were killed in a car crash yesterday in Florida enroute to home in Kirkwood, Missouri. Mrs. Madison was a walking counselor at my alma mater, Kirkwood High School. A lovely woman we have lost, I am truly saddened by this tragedy.

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What a nice and shitty day I had today. I had a three day weekend because yesterday was Veteran’s Day, so basically today was like a Monday to me. I woke up late (as usual) and of course nothing went right as I prepared things for work; no time to make lunch, barely had time to arch my eyebrows and I couldn’t find my keys as I started to walk out of the door.

I walked around the corner and up the hill, but I couldn’t run much because I had the ‘good shoes’ on. I looked to my left and there is a red light but the bus is about to pull off! I started to panic and I half-way crossed the street. Green light and the on-coming traffic began to pass by. I started waving my arms and hands dramatically to the bus driver, but to no avail, the bus driver didn’t stop and he passed me on by. Mind you, this is the same hillbilly that left me last Friday when I attempted to wave him down. I catch that fucking bus everyday, I know he saw ME. I started to yell, but I immediately calmed down because I realized that the anger wouldn’t change anything.

I turned my back to the street and I heard someone honking at me. Normally, I would get mad when someone is honking at me, but I turned around to see who it was. There was a little school bus (yes the short one..rofl) and the bus driver asked me if I needed a ride to catch up with my bus. How crazy was this? Very, but at the same time I was thinking about how much I didn’t want to be late for work. I asked him if he was going the same way and he responded, “sure.” Normally, I wouldn’t just hop on a bus with a complete stranger, but I was not in my right mind I suppose.

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Monday Mission:

1. Has someone you know ever told you they had a terminal illness? What was it like for you when you found out. How did that change your relationship with them?
I have not experienced that directly.

2. If you found out you had 12 months to live, what would you do with that time? How would it change the way you live? Or would it?
I would take a vacation to Africa; spend about a month in Egypt and a month in Kenya. Also, I would spend a great deal of time with my loved ones, read several books, write a book of my own and pray a lot.

3. If you were (or are) in a situation where chemotherapy might cure you, or might not, would endure the usual side effects and discomfort?
I probably wouldn’t take chemotherapy, but that is a very hard decision. I would do my best to find alternative methods to healing.

4. How is your health? How are you doing?
My health is pretty good. Blood pressure normal, sleeping habits okay.. I would like to exercise a bit more though.

5. Do you use, or have you ever tried, any alternative heath remedies or procedures? How did that work out? Anything out there we should try (or avoid)?
I have taken Ginko Biloba and Ginseng and I drink a variety of teas for healing.

6. How do you feel about Flu shots. Do they give them where you live? Are you going to get one or take your chances?
I’m not sure. My job is offering them for free, but the idea that I may get sick from a shot that is supposed to prevent illness scares me.

7. Do you like to go to see flicks at the movie theater alone? Or would you rather have company? Seen any good (or bad) movies lately?
I hate seeing movies alone. I much rather go with someone. I saw 8-Mile last Friday and I really enjoyed the movie.

BONUS: Don’t you want somebody to love?
I already have someone to love.

Today’s comment question: What Would Jesus Drive?
A blue Crown Victoria.

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This email brightened up my evening (thanks TT): For all you players and pimps.

BOOTY CALL AGREEMENT

This Booty Call Agreement (Hereinafter referred to as the “Agreement”) is entered into on the _ _ _ _ _ day of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ,20_ _, by _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _, between _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .

THIS AGREEMENT SHALL COVER THE FOLLOWING RULES AND PRINCIPLES:

1. No sleeping over, unless it is very good and we need to repeat it in the morning.

2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the events of the evening.

3. No calls before 9 PM, we don’t have shit to talk about.

4. None of that “lovemaking” shit, only mind-blowing sex allowed.

5. No emotional discussions… e.g.. Where are we heading with this? Do you love me? The answer is no, so don’t ask.

6. No plans made in advance - that is why you are called the “backup”, unless you are from out-of-town, then only a one-time advanced arrangement.

7. All gifts accepted, money is always good.

8. No baby-talk, however dirty talk is encouraged.

9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers, it’s really none of you damn business.

10. No calling each other “friends with privileges”; we are not friends, just sex buddies.

11. Calling out the wrong name during sex is OK, don’t be offended.

12. No extra clothing. I don’t want your ass leaving anything behind when you leave.

13. No falling asleep right after sex; it’s over, so get your ass up and go home.

14. Don’t be offended if I don’t ask if you enjoyed it, I don’t care.

15. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.

16. If anyone asks who you are, the standard response will be: “My roommate’s girlfriend/boyfriend.”

17. Doggie style preferred, just hit it hard and right or get the hell out!

18. Reason for doggie style: the less eye contact the better. I don’t want to look at you, just do you.

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It was hard enough to find one good man in a pile of ignorant, don’t-wanna-commit, immature, knuckleheads. Compare this to finding a needle in a haystack, multiplied times 11.7849. Why didn’t Mama and Dot tell me that keeping a GOOD relationship together is going to be difficult? I swear they never told me this. Did I tune them out in the midst of zoning out? Nah, I don’t think I did. I recall a whole lot of talking about how and relationship can fall apart. Plenty of that. From about age 14, after Papa died, through age 21, I had such a strong hate for men that I had no desire to get married. In between those ages, I did have the first love in my life, but you know I was here and he was hundreds of miles away so I knew that was destined to not work out. Then I met another man who became a really close friend, but just didn’t feel that we had enough for a commitment. Amongst that were plenty of men who are/were intimidated by the combination of beauty and intelligence.

When I turned 21, I began to think that it was possible that men weren’t so bad after all. I was a junior in college at the time and outside of class in my own apartment I had a lot of “me time.” I thought a lot about why he (read above) didn’t want to commit and there must be someone out there that I was meant to be with. I don’t want to grow up having a baby daddy. I want a husband. Natasha and I talked about this at work during lunch on Friday. She and I have higher standards for ourselves.

Sunday, June 3, 2001 I met my soul mate. I won Cardinals tickets at my job, went to the game with some co-workers and ended up meeting my soul mate at a baseball game. How was it so simple? I often think this now. JT and I have been together almost a year and a half now.

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