Pile up

Have you ever had a day when your desk was a mess, you have a stack or work looking at you, you remembered that there is something important due in two days, you have a meeting with your boss in 20 minutes, your direct reports keep nagging you about their work you assigned them, and you have to pee?

Yet, despite it all you eat chips and check facebook.

Expletive!

I didn't realize how salty my sailor mouth was until I surrounded myself with underage folks and statues of sad face jesus' (jesuses, jesui, saviors o' plenty?). Ahhh Catholic School... I'm pretty good at controlling my vulgar in normal day to day talk, being an overachieving only child I was skilled in the language switcheroo. The main problem is when I bang my head/foot or drop something. This would be fine if I muttered a mild mannered "crap" or "damn" no... I go full on "MOTHER F**KER". I picked up this lovely verbiage from my father, my mom still whispers the word damn and will occasionally thrown in a "h-e-double hockey sticks" for good measure.

Nothing like having this staring at you when you drop a MF Bomb:

I'm so sorry Sad Face Jesus. 

Tis the Season

Jesus in a manger it's busy this year.

What in the devil's eggnog was i thinking, when i decided to take on a new job, move into a house, re-decorate said house, all promptly around the holiday season?! I do know one thing, next year this time will be a lot more quiet. Unless you know, the Mayans and Hippies were right, and the world will end. Then I'm thinking this time next year will be a little stressful.

day dreaming and I'm thinking of you

I have some incredibly creative friends.

No, seriously. They are fucking creative. Like painting/drawing/acting/musical/vocal/sewing/knitting/crocheting creative. Many of them perform on the regular and get compensation for their crafts.

You understand now? I'm friends with artists which is pretty amazing. Even my boyfriend, who wouldn't classify himself as an artist per se, can build a computer out of thin air. Can you do that? I for hell can't.

So what am I getting at... well, I'm proud. Very proud, and feel that I am in a very unique circumstance of surrounding myself with people who are doing quality things for themselves. I just wish I could emulate this creativity. Now that I'm settled in my job, I feel more comfortable sneaking in a little bloggie-bloggie every now and again. So hopefully this will stir the juices. I'm crocheting again... which is nice. I think it just takes practice and major dedication to make sure your craft is fulfilled. Also, to be inspired by the ones that surround me instead of jealous. Jealousy does nothing but create wrinkles.

As much as I like being a librarian, I do have a dream... that one day I'll be interviewed by some one famous (like oprah or conan) and one of the wacky facts about me will be that I was once a high school librarian.

:-/

When "big" and "black" evoke the image of scary, you begin to wonder what people think of you as a tall African American Woman.

sigh.

If I had a goddamn tumbr would that make me cool or passe. Or does it even matter any more. The Cool Meta factor has gotten out of control.

yo.

What? No write for month? Damn.

Will write more. Thanks. Good. Bye.

PS- I totally bought a slut wear costume this year for Halloween... I know right, I normally would go as something witty and inanimate, like Bea Arthur's sensible hand clutch... oh that's a good one. Yet this year, teenagers, boyfriend, and the deathly crawl towards 30 has lead me in to the boob hugging petty coat land of ridiculous that defines being sexy. Here's the real sad part... I found my costume in the Teen section.

God Bless America.

and good night.