Falling from Grace

In the past week, we have all become a little too familiar with Tiger Wood’s personal life. Since the crash, the unsavory characters have been rushing to sell the tabloids voicemails, texts and photos of their exploits with him.

As much as I admire Tiger as an athlete, I am saddened to watch this shake down. See, he was never someone they wanted to accept in their circles in the first place.  His kind was never allowed to play at their exclusive clubs. A black golfer. A young golfer. Cocky. Arrogant. Who did this kid think he was to arrive on their scene and then dominate the way he did?

The endorsements rained in. The accolades. The money. The fame. Sure, they accepted him because they were forced to. Clearly, he wasn’t going anywhere. But they never really liked it.

I have been watching all of the coverage and the sports shows and while it’s unfortunate that his private life is spiling out in the media, it’s still his private life. It’s a situation he and his wife will have to deal with. The vitrol and personal hate for him that seeps into the opinions is so blatant. I think one reporter on ESPN actually said “He was always cocky and finally he’s fallen down to earth like the rest of us.” If that is not a fine example of hate, I don’t know what is.

Tiger definitely effed up. I also can’t hate on Mrs. Woods for handling her business. Sometimes you have to bust the windows out his car (c) Jazmine Sullivan. However, focus on reporting the facts and not on how glad you are that his shine has been tarnished. No one likes a hater.

So much for the flu shot….

Thanksgiving was great and I was having a good time. After dinner, I started getting a headache so I took two Tylenol and went to bed. Well, I woke up on Friday shivering, with a fever and a pounding headache. I spent much of the day in my heavy duty fleece clothing wrapped up in blankets on the couch.

Saturday, I woke up determined to feel better. I took a hot shower and got dressed. My sorority fundraiser Philly’s Men Are Cookin was that night. In addition to helping Mr. 1969 prepare his world famous wings (insert your own “can’t even boil water” joke here) I was chairing Public Relations for the event. I had to show my face. I swear I would put wings in the oven and then crawl back under a blanket for about three good hours.

At the event, I showed my face, sat at the welcome table and tried not to move around too much. Finally, Mr. 1969 came and dragged me home.

On Sunday? It was a wrap. I slept basically the entire day. I finally came up and ate one bowl of oatmeal and went back to bed.

This morning, I jumped out of bed determined to go to the office. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, turned around and crawled right back into bed. *sigh*

After another day of couch sleeping and an afternoon delivery of chicken soup from my hubby…I am feeling slightly better. I couldn’t even imagine having the real flu. Oh my lawd. This knocked me on my azz. I can’t remember the last time I was this sick.

Hope your holidays fared much better.

Happy Thanksgiving

UPDATED: 4:30pm Thanksgiving day.

Eating too much turkey leads to folks being knocked the eff out.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Knocked out on the arm of the chair.

Don’t eat turkey and drive!!!

Holiday, it’s a Holiday….

Firt off, I must wish a very Happy Birthday to the fabulous MELONIE who is probably out well, being fab. Enjoy your day Missy and we will celebrate when you return. Happy Thanksgiving!

The menu is all set and I leave here at 3pm today and don’t return to work until next Monday. Ahhh….life is good.

Tomorrow I will hit the ground running and try to finish most of my baking and prep work so I can just cook on Thursday. I wish you all safe travels and yes, yes….as always, I will post pictures of the food. Most important, remember to be thankful for all of your blessings. I am so grateful for my kids, my husband, our home, my friends and family, having a job, being able to provide for my loved ones and of course, my health.  I am also thankful for everyone that stops over here to check me out.

Enjoy the Holiday, God Bless.

 

The countdown is on…

to the Superbowl of food. After a whirlwind weekend in DC where I attended a fabulous dinner, laughed till my sides hurt, hung out with my family and then learned some Wii yoga…I returned home to chaos.

Three days to go until Thanksgiving and I am soo not organized. Luckily for me, I am a lame duck Sales Executive. With four weeks to go until my last day at the job and having already made my numbers for the year, your girl can focus today on two things. Fine tuning her menu and shopping list and the Black Friday sales.

Yes, I do believe that I am headed out to Tar.get for my first ever….Black Friday shopping experience. The lure of $5 pajamas and socks while battling screaming sleep deprived shoppers is too tempting. Every year I say I am going out there and I never do. This may actually be my year. I will of course take pictures and document the process for your entertainment.

How are you planning on celebrating the holiday and how was your weekend? DO tell.

What women want…

I had a lively cafeteria conversation yesterday. The Mars vs Venus discussion was raging and the men were asking the women at the table the age old question “What do women want?”

I sat back and listened as each woman talked about the things they wanted….faithfulness, honesty, financial stability, sense of humor, etc. The men listened intently and when they finally got to me I gave them my honest answer.

“YOU CAN’T EVER PLEASE US BECAUSE WOMEN WANT IT ALL.”

Yup, that’s right…we want everything we can get. Women are selfish creatures. Ladies, some of you are shaking your heads right now and telling yourself that 1969 is crazy. I’m not crazy, I’m honest. You can sit there thinking you’re low maintenance but trust me, to a man….you’re not.

Everytime we ask for something and we actually get it? We change our minds and want something else. We are never satisfied. We’re moody. We rarely do a good job of communicating our needs. Why?

Because although we want everything…..wait for it……we don’t want to have to ask for it. We want someone who will just inherently know that and do it.

We want a man that will feed off of us, sense what we are going through, read our cues and handle things. It’s that simple. We don’t want to have to tell you what we need. We feel like if you were paying attention and really cared about us, you would make it your job to KNOW.

Is this realistic? NOPE. Essentially, we want a mind reader (with a six figure income, abs of steel, a house and a car who gets busy in the bedroom.)

That’s why so many women are single. We go into a relationship with unrealistic expectations of our mates.

A successful woman will soon learn that she needs to have more realistic expectations. Note, I am not saying settling….just having more realistic expectations. Men are not here to rescue us and save us from ourselves. Placing all of your happiness in someone else’s hands will ultimately lead to failure and unhappiness on your part.

You want something? Speak up. You’re angry? Let them know.

I also think women often seek perfection when they would be wise to take a long look in the mirror. What are YOU bringing to the table? Are you seeking a mate with qualities and posessions that you don’t even have? Are you essentially a food stamp trying to catch a tall glass of champagne?

Work on your fabulosity before you start complaining about what that man doesn’t have. Nothing wrong with wanting it all when you are bringing IT your damn self.

What say you good people? Weigh in.

I’m back!

I feel like I need one of those t-shirts that say “I survived training!”. Well, it was a long week but I made it and I am back to my normal routine, chilling at my desk with a cup of Starbucks, counting down the days until I am working diligently from my home office.

This was a good weekend. I fit in some me time and headed out to see Precious. The movie was tough to watch in many places but I thought the acting was excellent. Monique and Mariah (yes, Mrs. Cannon) did a great job, as did the young actress in the lead role. Lenny Kravitz provided me with some much needed eye candy as Nurse John. All in all, a good film that has a strong message.

Today, I got on the train and reunited with my commuter crew. You know I have train buddies right? LOL

One lady that rides the train with me every morning is from New York and has a daughter the same age as Tali 2. She is Haitian and Dominican so we are both Caribbean. We clicked instantly. We were talking about the problems she is having with her daughter’s school. When I asked her what was going on….she told me that she is trying to find a new school as she is about to transfer her daughter out of there.

Basically, the kids went on trip last week and when she came to pick up her child, the teacher informed her that the daughter was very rambunctious on the trip. She said she was running around and was hard to control. Just as she was about to discuss it further the teacher then stated “My spirit is telling me she acts like that because her hair is always out.”

*CRICKETS*

Her daughter looks very spanish and has shoulder length straight hair. She usually wears it out with two barettes in the front. The teacher ahem…clearly has an issue with that.

It’s too early for these types of shenanigans. Didn’t I already tell everyone to keep their hair issues to themselves? Who says that in 2009?

Anyway, what’s new folks? What’s happening? What did I miss?

Blessed.

Monday-Training started at 8am. Walked back into my house at 7:30pm

Tuesday-Training started at 8am. Walked back into my house at 8pm

Wednesday-Training started at 8am. Walked back into my house at 7:30pm

Does anything move slower than training? Powerpoint presentations, huge binders full of information I probably won’t remember when I start in January. The high point has been receiving all of my new equipment. New laptop, blackberry, aircard, wireless router, shredder, fax, printer, laptop bag….they have spared no expense for the new elite sales force.

I am bonding with my Area Team members. I really think we hired some good folks and although the new job looks challenging, I think I will really like it.

I am doing my best to really focus and pay attention but the days are soooo long and there is soooo much information.

I walked in the door tonight, cooked dinner and took a long hot shower. I am currently posted up in my flannel pajamas, sipping some Pinot and waiting for Glee.

No matter how exhausted I am, I am so happy to have a job.

My life on the D List….

No real focus to this post. I have a whole lot going on this weekend and next week so posting will probably be out of the question.

I begin training next week for my new job. I will be out of pocket since the training runs from 7:30am till about 6-6:30pm each day. At the training, we will also receive all of our stuff for our new home offices. New blackberry, laptop with air card, printer/fax/scanner…the WORKS.

I will do my best to schedule some posts to keep you all entertained or I may replay some of my favorite old ones (the 1969 Remix)….hell, knowing me…I may not do anything!

I am in the process of getting ready for Thanksgiving too. My shopping list spreadsheet is in full effect. My menu is being tweaked and I am scouring the stores for new platters.  I also just sent the boys Christmas wish list off to Santa (Mama 1969) so we can all get started early.

Lastly, my holiday gift to myself is getting my home office remodeled and decorated. I want to start the new year in new space so I will be ready and motivated to think big and be a success.

This weekend, I will be doing loads of running around and I will also cheer my Soccer Superstar, Tali 1 on as he competes in his 4th straight appearance in the ALL-STAR GAME. That boy is destined for greatness!

Try not to miss me too much next week and pray that I don’t fall asleep in training. So not the hotness. PEACE!

 

Philly, Who’s Your Daddy?

Congratulations to the World Champions of Baseball on their 27th Championship. I love you New York!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“King of the Hill…A Number one…..” sing it Frankie!