When people that are close to you die unexpectedly, you are immediately reminded of your own mortality. When someone you revere as a legend dies, you are reminded of how important it is to utilize your talents and make an impact in the world. At the end of the day, you are left with memories so make your moments something worthy of remembering.
Me (age 10), my mom, my sister (age 7), and my brother (age 4) sat around the tv and danced around the tv watching this performance......
RIP MJ!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
He's Playing With Being Single...
Sweets thought he was the funniest person in the world, by suggesting that I could consolidate my handbag collection with this foolishness.....This level of craziness needs to stop AND why is this commercial so tacky?
(sigh).....He better be glad that I love him....
(sigh).....He better be glad that I love him....
The Truths
I am intense.
I wouldn't date myself for that reason...too much work, expectation, stress.
I love hard.
I don't deal with disappointment well.
I hurt easily.
Conversely....
I am silly.
I know that I'm the best co-pilot/girlfriend/homie,lover, friend (yep aged myself on that one) you could hope for.
I hate, what I hate, without reservations.
I expect little from most people.
I live my life with a fair amt of indifference.
Just a bit of AM self-deprecation
I wouldn't date myself for that reason...too much work, expectation, stress.
I love hard.
I don't deal with disappointment well.
I hurt easily.
Conversely....
I am silly.
I know that I'm the best co-pilot/girlfriend/homie,lover, friend (yep aged myself on that one) you could hope for.
I hate, what I hate, without reservations.
I expect little from most people.
I live my life with a fair amt of indifference.
Just a bit of AM self-deprecation
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Stay In Your Lane
I'm rather tired of people in the service industry giving me sub par service. I just think that we need to be a wee more selective with job assignments. Everyone can't do everything and thusly, it results in sub parness (yep...made it a noun).
1. Thin servers---those that aren't thin because they supplement food with a smoking habit, but are just naturally thin--- should not create my steak bowl at Chipotle. They consistently dole out the stingiest of portions.
Dani: "Um....can I have more lettuce please?" ((thought) I can clearly see the bowl through the 7 shreds you gave me)
Server: (places 2 more shredded pieces in the bowl)
Dani: ((thought) For $7 stop being so stingy....its not like I'm asking for you to fill my bowl with steak!!!!!!!!!)
2. Along those same lines--Sweets and I have started to look for the chipotle worker that seems most likely to have a fetish for the stickiest of the icky. Without fail, the formula for a tightly wrapped burrito, has been to seek out/request the person with slightly darkened lips and an empty soul, indifference-laced gaze. Added benefit....sticky icky lovers tend to be generous with portions and/or will forget if they already gave you a spoonful of something....so they'll give you two.
3. #2's point also translates over to wrap makers. Although you have to be a bit more discerning with that crew. If your sandwich lady looks as though she accidently put on her child's shoe that morning, someone smeared hot coals over her face and so a smile is impossible, and/or if she looks as though, in the 3 seconds that it took for you to get to her, she already hates you....then just order a sub. Otherwise she will, as one wrap lady did for me, just pile all of the ingredients on top of a wrap casing and then just harshly turn it over once so that is breaks in the middle and becomes a flat bread sandwich.
Sweets and I make it a point to ask for the type of sandwich meat that requires the sandwich lady to walk over to the slicer to get it. That way we can #1 see if her shoes are too tight, #2 flash her a smile to see if she reciprocates, and #3 listen for the "i hate the sh*t out of you" sigh.
4. Finally, if you do not drink coffee or cocktails don't work anywhere that serves either. Any coffee drinker understands how futile it is to put the cream and sugar in the bottom of a cup, pour the coffee on the top and then serve it without stirring it. The woman at McD's had the audacity to pull that stunt this morning and then smile as she handed me what im sure would take like a love child of fertilizer and pigeon drippings ---without a stirrer. When I then asked her for a stirrer she seemed perplexed. Madam.....the added loveliness to accompany my coffee is sitting in the BOTTOM OF THE CUP!!!!!
Likewise, as a bartender if you do not understand these points you may want to reconsider your profession.
a. The proper way to marry a chaser with liquor
b. The quality of the liquor is directly proportional to the amount of the chaser that is needed
c. You can't have low quality liquor and a low quality chaser, with a slightly used lime and think that the drink will be tip worthy.
I'm all for upliftment, I just think that we should be slightly more selective in some areas.
1. Thin servers---those that aren't thin because they supplement food with a smoking habit, but are just naturally thin--- should not create my steak bowl at Chipotle. They consistently dole out the stingiest of portions.
Dani: "Um....can I have more lettuce please?" ((thought) I can clearly see the bowl through the 7 shreds you gave me)
Server: (places 2 more shredded pieces in the bowl)
Dani: ((thought) For $7 stop being so stingy....its not like I'm asking for you to fill my bowl with steak!!!!!!!!!)
2. Along those same lines--Sweets and I have started to look for the chipotle worker that seems most likely to have a fetish for the stickiest of the icky. Without fail, the formula for a tightly wrapped burrito, has been to seek out/request the person with slightly darkened lips and an empty soul, indifference-laced gaze. Added benefit....sticky icky lovers tend to be generous with portions and/or will forget if they already gave you a spoonful of something....so they'll give you two.
3. #2's point also translates over to wrap makers. Although you have to be a bit more discerning with that crew. If your sandwich lady looks as though she accidently put on her child's shoe that morning, someone smeared hot coals over her face and so a smile is impossible, and/or if she looks as though, in the 3 seconds that it took for you to get to her, she already hates you....then just order a sub. Otherwise she will, as one wrap lady did for me, just pile all of the ingredients on top of a wrap casing and then just harshly turn it over once so that is breaks in the middle and becomes a flat bread sandwich.
Sweets and I make it a point to ask for the type of sandwich meat that requires the sandwich lady to walk over to the slicer to get it. That way we can #1 see if her shoes are too tight, #2 flash her a smile to see if she reciprocates, and #3 listen for the "i hate the sh*t out of you" sigh.
4. Finally, if you do not drink coffee or cocktails don't work anywhere that serves either. Any coffee drinker understands how futile it is to put the cream and sugar in the bottom of a cup, pour the coffee on the top and then serve it without stirring it. The woman at McD's had the audacity to pull that stunt this morning and then smile as she handed me what im sure would take like a love child of fertilizer and pigeon drippings ---without a stirrer. When I then asked her for a stirrer she seemed perplexed. Madam.....the added loveliness to accompany my coffee is sitting in the BOTTOM OF THE CUP!!!!!
Likewise, as a bartender if you do not understand these points you may want to reconsider your profession.
a. The proper way to marry a chaser with liquor
b. The quality of the liquor is directly proportional to the amount of the chaser that is needed
c. You can't have low quality liquor and a low quality chaser, with a slightly used lime and think that the drink will be tip worthy.
I'm all for upliftment, I just think that we should be slightly more selective in some areas.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Log Out
I've been working for the last two weeks straight. The last two days of work have felt like a week(all by themselves). I did enough paperwork today to rival the work I've done in all of 2009. I'm burned out beyond belief. I realized at 7am this morning that my Monday was completely booked. With that being said, I'm going to try to log out this weekend AND schedule a personal development day some time next week. I need to find my sanity!!!!! Forgive me if I'm scarce on twitter, texting, blogs, the phone etc. for the next few days I'm tired.
Thankfully, Sweets is delusional about my appearance so I'll avoid 'foot dragger' status/a Clinton & Stacey intervention. Love that man....Sweets, not Clinton.
Oh and I don't have any details about that 'professional issue' that I blogged about yesterday. Hopefully, I'll know something on Monday....correction: Prayerfully.
Have a great weekend!
Thankfully, Sweets is delusional about my appearance so I'll avoid 'foot dragger' status/a Clinton & Stacey intervention. Love that man....Sweets, not Clinton.
Oh and I don't have any details about that 'professional issue' that I blogged about yesterday. Hopefully, I'll know something on Monday....correction: Prayerfully.
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Today.....
Today is the day that could determine my personal/professional future as well as the future of my company....Unfortunately, as it has been since the beginning, everything is so confidential that I've never been able to really talk abt it, blog abt it, etc., but I will say this....Prayerfully, I will have some good news after today.
Prayerfully.
Prayerfully.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I DOn't
Engagement, Weddings, Engagement, Weddings, Engagement, Weddings, Engagement, Weddings.....Marriage
It's like a light switch went on in the minds of every 24-26 year old in the last 2 years and engagement fever is in full swing. Facebook stalking has become the norm. Bridezilla, Say Yes to the dress, Whose wedding is it anyway? are like CNN, Fox News, and MSNBC to those awaiting their nuptials, a proposal, and/or a significant other.
As the economy worsens, single people have gone into overdrive to find THAT person. Realistically, who in the hell can afford to live a single life anymore? Clearly, there is safety in numbers...2 incomes are better than one. How romantic!
Meet me at the altar in your white dress
We ain't gettin no younger we might as well do it
Been feelin' you all the while girl I must confess
Girl let's just get married I just want to get married
We ain't gettin no younger we might as well do it
Been feelin' you all the while girl I must confess
Girl let's just get married I just want to get married
Oh and please don't misinterpret this post as judgment. I'm right there in the middle. Trying to figure myself out(career wise, life goals, etc). All the while, trying to silence the unspoken mental mantra of "marriage before 30"... Despite knowing, without a shadow of a doubt, that I can't even afford a wedding. Hell, I can't afford to travel to see my friends getting married(this year, I will miss my fourth wedding).
I did start this rant with a point in mind. Yesterday, being the eternal optimist, sadistic masochist, and supreme romantic, I watched both 'Bride Wars' and 'He's just not that into you' with my Sweets. I had an interesting train of thought after those movies, a less than obvious, personal rant in my own brain.
During the break-up proceedings with the ex (yes, I do look at the break up as a divorce....He got my ipod player, old ipod and the sympathy vote of friends and family, I got some jewelry and happiness) I told him that after nearly a decade I wasn't even sure if we'd make it to the altar. His response was "My plan was to marry you three years from now, once we were both more financially stable."
Was that supposed to be a 'this I promise you' moment? If so, I missed the memo. There we were with nothing more than a decades worth of 'one day' marriage convos between us and a 'piss in the wind' intention that he had failed to ever share with me(before that moment).
Sitting on the couch, I remember thinking:
"(surface thought)Hmm....Lets see....that would put that 'hope/wish' wedding somewhere in the 2011 ish timeframe." (deeper thought) I had already tried a hypothetical guest list(with a 50/50 split in guest slots) months before(he wasn't gung ho about that activity), but I couldn't fill my half of the list, so I moved slots over for his family, friends etc(I mean they are my family and friends too, right?). There was an implication that it would be a destination wedding(Jamaica, of course). The wedding party would be groomsmen-heavy, to accommodate his high school rat pack. It would cement two Jamaican families and be the ultimate high-school sweetheart wedding story. "(surface thought) Ok....hmm...everything we've (I've) been talkng about....if I can just be patient. What's another few years, it'll give me time to get myself together....hmm...I can't be mad at him for wanting to get himself together. He's a new homeowner, recent graduate, settling in his job...This is exactly what I wanted." (deeper thought)why three years? What if I'm not 'financially stable' in three years, then what? I don't even want to live in this state and someone with a mortgage and an job obligations isn't going to move any time soon. Am I making the mistakes my parents made? Why does what I think I want feel so dissatisfying?
Watching the movies, absorbing wedding mania on a day-to-day basis, being anywhere in the proximity of facebook's status section I've realized that we are all chasing something....I finally realized that subconsciously I've been chasing a marriage. The ex thought I was chasing an engagement and thought what I needed was the promise of a wedding. My older sister asked me if I felt like I was taking a step back by moving on. As I think about it today, I'm further along with the promise of a marriage than I ever was with the promise of a wedding.
'How you like them[sic] apples?'
I did start this rant with a point in mind. Yesterday, being the eternal optimist, sadistic masochist, and supreme romantic, I watched both 'Bride Wars' and 'He's just not that into you' with my Sweets. I had an interesting train of thought after those movies, a less than obvious, personal rant in my own brain.
During the break-up proceedings with the ex (yes, I do look at the break up as a divorce....He got my ipod player, old ipod and the sympathy vote of friends and family, I got some jewelry and happiness) I told him that after nearly a decade I wasn't even sure if we'd make it to the altar. His response was "My plan was to marry you three years from now, once we were both more financially stable."
Was that supposed to be a 'this I promise you' moment? If so, I missed the memo. There we were with nothing more than a decades worth of 'one day' marriage convos between us and a 'piss in the wind' intention that he had failed to ever share with me(before that moment).
Sitting on the couch, I remember thinking:
"(surface thought)Hmm....Lets see....that would put that 'hope/wish' wedding somewhere in the 2011 ish timeframe." (deeper thought) I had already tried a hypothetical guest list(with a 50/50 split in guest slots) months before(he wasn't gung ho about that activity), but I couldn't fill my half of the list, so I moved slots over for his family, friends etc(I mean they are my family and friends too, right?). There was an implication that it would be a destination wedding(Jamaica, of course). The wedding party would be groomsmen-heavy, to accommodate his high school rat pack. It would cement two Jamaican families and be the ultimate high-school sweetheart wedding story. "(surface thought) Ok....hmm...everything we've (I've) been talkng about....if I can just be patient. What's another few years, it'll give me time to get myself together....hmm...I can't be mad at him for wanting to get himself together. He's a new homeowner, recent graduate, settling in his job...This is exactly what I wanted." (deeper thought)why three years? What if I'm not 'financially stable' in three years, then what? I don't even want to live in this state and someone with a mortgage and an job obligations isn't going to move any time soon. Am I making the mistakes my parents made? Why does what I think I want feel so dissatisfying?
BACK TO PRESENT DAY
Watching the movies, absorbing wedding mania on a day-to-day basis, being anywhere in the proximity of facebook's status section I've realized that we are all chasing something....I finally realized that subconsciously I've been chasing a marriage. The ex thought I was chasing an engagement and thought what I needed was the promise of a wedding. My older sister asked me if I felt like I was taking a step back by moving on. As I think about it today, I'm further along with the promise of a marriage than I ever was with the promise of a wedding.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Rhythmless Nation
It started so innocently.......
Ladies.....arrange your steps like so and stand behind your step.
Put your right foot up on the step, bring your left foot up, put your right foot back on the ground, then put your left foot back on the ground. Repeat. Now Double time!
Simple!
Tap your right foot on the step 4 counts, bring your right foot back down on the ground, do the same with your left foot for four counts. Now step up on your right foot and curl your left foot behind your body, step back on your left foot and do the same on the opposite side of your body.
Ok....Got it! (double time...not so much)
Step up with your right foot, step up with your left foot, put your right foot in front of the step and step down, put your left foot behind your step and step down, then step back up on the step with you right foot and back up on the step with your left foot and then repeat. Repeat (*Face*), Now Double time! (oh hell naw!)
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I've realized that I don't have the rhythm for step class. Its a combination of repetitive steps and hand, eye, foot coordination that I just don't have. Not to mention after 10 minutes of the class, my face was cherry red and I had perspired through my clothing. At one point I just stood on top of my step and watched everyone else flounce around.
Who in the hell would rescue me if I broke an ankle, tripped and fell, effectively busted my a** trying to get in shape?
Oh....and to add insult to injury....this was the starter class.
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Next up? Kick boxing.....
punch 4 counts right hand, hook for 4 counts with the left hand, crossover punch with the right hand for 4 counts, undercut with the left hand 4 counts
Ok...got it
Now get loose, hop back and forth, dip and move...dip and move....
ok....got it
Now crossover punch with your right hand and kick your left leg 4 counts, then repeat on the other side
Got it.....
Now combine everything that we've covered.....in an 8 count....and go!
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So I went.....Back to my elliptical machine....
Ladies.....arrange your steps like so and stand behind your step.
Put your right foot up on the step, bring your left foot up, put your right foot back on the ground, then put your left foot back on the ground. Repeat. Now Double time!
Simple!
Tap your right foot on the step 4 counts, bring your right foot back down on the ground, do the same with your left foot for four counts. Now step up on your right foot and curl your left foot behind your body, step back on your left foot and do the same on the opposite side of your body.
Ok....Got it! (double time...not so much)
Step up with your right foot, step up with your left foot, put your right foot in front of the step and step down, put your left foot behind your step and step down, then step back up on the step with you right foot and back up on the step with your left foot and then repeat. Repeat (*Face*), Now Double time! (oh hell naw!)
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I've realized that I don't have the rhythm for step class. Its a combination of repetitive steps and hand, eye, foot coordination that I just don't have. Not to mention after 10 minutes of the class, my face was cherry red and I had perspired through my clothing. At one point I just stood on top of my step and watched everyone else flounce around.
Who in the hell would rescue me if I broke an ankle, tripped and fell, effectively busted my a** trying to get in shape?
Oh....and to add insult to injury....this was the starter class.
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Next up? Kick boxing.....
punch 4 counts right hand, hook for 4 counts with the left hand, crossover punch with the right hand for 4 counts, undercut with the left hand 4 counts
Ok...got it
Now get loose, hop back and forth, dip and move...dip and move....
ok....got it
Now crossover punch with your right hand and kick your left leg 4 counts, then repeat on the other side
Got it.....
Now combine everything that we've covered.....in an 8 count....and go!
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So I went.....Back to my elliptical machine....
I Swear.....
So Sweets and I have been "gym-whoring" it up recently. All in an attempts to right some of our wrongs. I swear, I feel like I'm living this commercial.
(sigh) I'll keep thinking positively. Damn men!!!!! :)
(sigh) I'll keep thinking positively. Damn men!!!!! :)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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