I’m not cooking an entire meal this year so I can’t give you the full menu.  I DO know that I’m in charge of greens, green beans, and cakes of course.  I initially intended to make Genoise cakes for the first time but both of my aunts specifically requested butter pecan cakes.  I also promised my sister in law a pecan praline pound cake after the holidays.  I’m hitting the road tomorrow for land of the casinos and the toll roads and the first driving playlist is full of Nicki Minaj.  I like this lil chick.  I’ve got some T-Pain, Mario, and somebody named Dorrough on here too.  The other list is full of house music and Raheem  Devaughn.

I’m thankful most of the time….I truly try to be.  I’ve already done posts about the friends and family that I’m glad to have in my life.  But why not take the opportunity to do another post about those things…..in memory form maybe?

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EastWood – Fort Worth, 1987

A new girl named Yvonne had moved into the neighborhood and was trying to be everybody’s best friend.  I didn’t like her.  You see….I was the center of attention in the neighborhood.  Everybody had their place….we had a fashionista, an athletic superstar, the lil hot ass girl, my best friend was the church girl, and I was the spoiled princess/nerd (I was probably the spoiled princess cause I was the nerd. LOL).  In my neighborhood being smart made you high society!  People were proud to say that the girl from THEIR hood won all the spelling bees and had trophies for math and english.  Well I didn’t like Yvonne because she was trying to take my shine.  At some point her cousin moved in with them.  I can’t remember who the fighter in our clique was before her cousin moved there…but once she did, her ignent ass wanted to fight everybody.  So one morning, while waiting for the school bus on the corner, Yvonne’s cousin had had enough of my spoiled ass and decided it was time for Yvonne to whoop my ass.  Let me tell y’all something.  You put a spoiled princess in a rough ass hood full of boys that thinks she’s cute…SHE WILL KNOW HOW TO DROP A BITCH!  TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THIS. So her cousin pushes her into me (that’s how we used to get the fight started back in the day) and I proceeded to knock her upside her head…..the cousin jumped in and got the upper hand on me.  I know by now you’re asking yourself why this is a Thanksgiving post……the funny thing is that my girlfriends reading this can already imagine what happened when the bus showed up.  There was the rest of the clique and I still remember who the first person off the bus to throw the first blow was.  My point is that I have ALWAYS had good friends! LOL  I’ve had fun reconnecting with a lot of people from the old hood on Facebook.  We’ve got great memories.  My thankful memory of the day is my girl Kesha and the rest of the clique not letting me be in an unfair fight in the 6th grade.

I actually have some good news to announce and a few things to say…..but you have to bear with me for a little bit because right now I have a headache at the base of my head that could take out a small village of fishermen.

But be on the lookout.  I’m going to talk about friends, Thanksgiving, family, cooking, colors, and some other stuff…..

as soon as my head stops hurting.

I have been working on this post for a week now!

I’m good at financial analysis.  I don’t see how anyone can’t be though.  It’s simple and easy math.  Let me give you an example.  If you are working for a catalog company and your role is to perform analysis and report on the monthly expenses….and you notice that the expenses related to returns have increased by 30% since last quarter, you can find out why and explain it.  Anyone can do it.  Look at your sales.  Have sales increased by the same variance as returns?  If not, investigate why the returns have increased.  Are you using a new shipping method?  Are goods becoming more damaged?  Is it only one specific product?  Ask questions and find answers and their relative costs.

I’m good at that.

Does it make me happy?  Nope.  I remember the days when I used to enjoy digging into the numbers and understanding what they meant.  I used to look forward to special projects calculating risks of new products, negotiating vendor contracts, evaluating contracts, forecasting and planning and budget cycles.  I have never enjoyed working until midnight, putting in 8-10 hours on Saturdays, office politics, not being in command of my own time and progress, and being put in a position to kiss ass for an already well deserved raise or promotion.  I’m good at finance, but I don’t like it.

I LIKE designing events.  I like stepping into a blank room and envisioning a fantasy.  I’M GOOD AT designing events.  Color combinations, sensory explosion, uniqueness, setting new trends.  I once built a structure that would fill the entire ballroom so that Cirque de Soleil type performers could perform….without risking the integrity of the room’s foundation.  I was hired to design a birthday party in Dallas about 5 years ago.  The client wanted the pool to glow.  This was before various sized glow balls were a big commodity.  So Original Diva bought clear beach balls, put LED lights in them and floated them through the entire pool.  At the time, that was ingenuity and innovation.  I was featured on the cover of a worlwide magazine with the headline “TOP DOLLAR DIVA”.  It came from one of my peers.  During his general session workshop at our convention, he pointed me out and said that Original Diva doesn’t say no to any crazy request…..I just add it to your bill. LOL.  You want flying monkeys?  No problem…..it’ll cost.  You want a real yellow brick road?  No problem….it’ll cost.  I can drop a house on your mother in law and have her feet curl up into her shoes……if you’re willing to pay for it.  And I enjoy it! I was a guest on the local morning television show back at home during the holiday season.  I was the expert on hosting the perfect holiday soiree’.  I’m trying to figure out what to do with that now.

I’m a kick ass pastry chef.  I can count the number of baked goods I’ve screwed up on one hand in my entire life…..and the last one was TJ’s fault.

When I attend a family gathering I am EXPECTED to bring something sweet.  I have been put out of houses and told to come back with a cake before. LOL  When I decide to make a butter pecan cake, it involved butter, whole pecans, a baking sheet, and some sugar….no box mixes for me.  I made my sister in law a box cake once…cause I was tired and it was late.  LOL  EVEN THAT was better than the usual box cake.  There are a few people in my life who think I could make a business out of pastries.  I don’t have enough faith or confidence in myself to market myself.  I’d feel comfortable if people would just knock on my door and say they want to buy something.  Let me tell you what I found out this week.  A food safety and sanitation handler’s license in Tulsa is $15….it’s $170 in Chicago.  So, if one gets that mundane detail out of the way and gets the proper liability insurance coverage, they could rent time at a commercial kitchen and bake to their heart’s content….assuming that their home kitchen isn’t up to par.  I’ve gotten some good suggestions on marketing myself……not sure how to convince myself to follow through.

You see….it’s easy to get up every day and commute to a big box that makes you quite miserable.  Because if you get up and go and repress your misery for 8-10 hours each day….at the end you’ll get a check.  That’s it.  But when you rely on YOURSELF to get money…..it’s easy to get scared.  Fear over Misery….ain’t that a helluva choice to make?

This is my post….what I’m good at versus what I like to do.

…to ask yourself.

What do you like to do?

What do you want to do?

What are you good at?

Then ask yourself….do you want it all…..or just a nice piece of it?