Nothing pisses the dog shit out of me more than:
- Pedestrians walking AGAINST traffic. I have never seen anything like this in my life. My light is green…hell my light just turned green and folks are crossing the street in front of me LEISURELY. Give me a damn break! MOVE. Wait til there is no traffic….something! I see more offenders on my side of town than I do out where I work…..so going home I have to ride with my foot on the brake the entire time because folks just start out in the street like they have the right of way AT ALL TIMES. Not at the crosswalk. Not at the light. MIDDLE OF THE DAMN STREET….WITH KIDS IN TOW….SAUNTERING AND TAKING THEIR DAMN TIME!
- Unsolicited advice! That used to be my biggest issue in the world (until I moved to Chicago and ran into folks who cross the street whenever the damn mood hits em). Creole once asked me why it bothers me so much…..cause folks just have my best interest in mind. And THAT RIGHT THERE is where the problem lies. Having my best interest in mind…..no. What they have is my best interest in mind ACCORDING TO THEM. Unsolicited advice is based on how YOU would do something or what YOU think is appropriate. It’s not always formulated with MY methods of action in mind. So what you are really doing is telling me how YOU would do something or what YOUR plan would be. THAT’S why it annoys the shit out of me.
- Anonymous comments with balls. Yep Yep Yep. If y’all knew half of what went on behind the scenes! Folks call me and complain about this ish and that ish and the third…..bloggers jacking their swagger, jacking their posts, etc….then go leave 50 million anonymous comments on their blog with malice. If you got the stuff to pick up your phone and call me about whatever is irking you, and you’re not going to letitgo, then do the same to whoever. Or if they are jacking your swagger, call em on it. What good does being anonymous do? I don’t usually get anonymous comments. I’ve come to the conclusion that those who wish to say something crazy enough to need to hide are scared to say it here for some crazy unknown reason. And I have NEVER left an anonymous comment before. Don’t call me, instant message me, text me, or send me smoke signals about someone you have an issue with and then gather up your hive cell to leave them a bunch of anonymous comments. Maybe THAT’S what really irks me the most about it is the hive mentality involved in it. Folks throwing rocks and then hiding their hands. smh
Sometimes you get so tired…….you just give up. You give up your dreams. You give up what you want. You give up the desire to do anything different than what you’re already doing. Because you’re too tired to put forth the effort required for anything else.
When you’re not tired you’re excited about the possibility. You can actually see the fairy tale ending at the end of the tunnel and your joy in infectuous. Then it gets squashed. And you get tired. And you give up…….because it’s easy. Giving up is easier because it requires less of you. All you have to do is develop the ability to silently mask whatever little bit of sadness and misery you have. You put on your happy mask and keep to yourself. You keep your feelings to yourself. You keep your ideas to yourself. You keep yourself to yourself. And eventually people will stop attempting to pry anything out. So you give up and live defeated until you just stop living.
Barnes & Noble synopsis:
Catherine Sanderson seems to have it all: a fulfilling career helping immigrant women find jobs, a lovely home, and a beautiful, intelligent daughter on her way to Smith College. What Catherine doesn’t have: a father for her child- and she’s spent many years dodging her daughter’s questions about it. Now Phoebe is old enough to start poking around on her own. It doesn’t help matters that the mystery man, B.J. Johnson-the only man Catherine has ever loved-doesn’t even know about Phoebe. He’s been living in Africa.
Now B.J., a renowned newspaper correspondent, is back in town and needs Catherine’s help cracking a story about a female slavery ring operating right on the streets of Atlanta. Catherine is eager to help B.J., despite her heart’s uncertainty over meeting him again after so long, and confessing the truth to him-and their daughter.
Meanwhile, Catherine’s hands are more than full since she’s taken on a new client. Atlanta’s legendary Miss Mandeville-a housekeeper turned tycoon-is eager to have Catherine staff her housekeeping business. But why are the steely Miss Mandeville and her all-too-slick sidekick Sam so interested in Catherine’s connection to B.J.? What transpires is an explosive story that takes her world-not to mention the entire city of Atlanta-by storm.
From the New York Times bestselling author of What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day . . . comes another fast-paced and emotionally resonant novel, by turns warm and funny, serious and raw. Pearl Cleage’s ability to create a gripping story centered on strong, spirited black women and the important issues they face remains unrivaled.
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Today is going to be a good Friday……I have so many random things that I’d like to blog about, but at the same time I’m feeling selfish about my thoughts. Not only that but several things would require explanations and back stories and I just don’t feel like getting into all that.
I’m feeling a tad nostalgic today. Music usually does that to me.
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Original Diva is a do it yourselfer. I’ve put up shelves, put together bookcases and cabinets, painted, reupholstered furniture, etc…. Growing up in Texas, my preferred hardware store was Lowe’s. When I lived in Tulsa, my preferred hardware store was Lowe’s. When I moved to Oregon, my preferred hardware store was Lowe’s. Now that I’m in Chicago I’ve been to Home Depot at least 20 times and I can safely say that I’ll be going to Lowe’s from now on.
It is my humble opinion that Home Depot is a store for men who REALLY REALLY know exactly what they want and where to find it. The level of customer service in Home Depots significantly lacks in the service aspect. It’s not just a store here or there….I’ve had similar experiences at EVERY Home Depot I’ve ever shopped at. Let me give you an example….2 years ago I bought my mother a shelving system for her garage. She emailed me a photo of it and said that she wanted it for her birthday. No problem…hell it was even on sale. So I went to HD WITH THE PICTURE AND PRODUCT INFO FROM THE STORE IN MY HAND. As soon as I walked in the door I saw 4 employees standing around the key area talking. I stopped and politely asked them where I could find the product…even showing them the information. The ONE who bothered to look at it threw his hand to his right and said “over there.” and continued his conversation. No help whatsoever. Earlier this week I went to Home Depot to ask about nails. I asked four different employees where to find nails and every one of them said “hardware”. The problem with that answer, in my book, is that hardware is 8 aisles and if I wanted to wander around then I wouldn’t be asking you for a specific location.
That’s why I stick with Lowe’s. Lowe’s is a store geared towards women…I know it in my heart. Why? Because the service is amazing. Every time I have shopped at a Lowe’s and ask for assistance, it becomes personal. I never get an “over there.” Instead someone offers to show me exactly where to go, asking me what size nail I need and what I’ll be using it for, and offereing suggestions on other equipment that may be needed to complete my project. When I go to Lowe’s for shelves….someone even puts them in the basket for me (cause Diva ain’t but 5′2 in shoes and can’t reach shit on the shelf) and the cashier asks if I need assistance to the car.
I have always appreciated the environment in Lowe’s because I feel welcomed to ask whatever I need to to finish the job….and that’s what keeps me coming back.
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