How A Bill Becomes A Law...

My girlfriend asked, " I wonder if she (Gov. Palin) even knows how a bill becomes a law? Maybe I should send her School House Rock"

Well...

Was I Being Petty???

I went to Walmart today to purchase a few necessities. Apparently Walmart has this new $4 prescription and over the counter drug program and the usually expensive medication that my child is in need of today was on their list. I found the medicine on a big display case that said $4, I was happy and picked it up. I go to check out and it rings up $0.96 higher than advertised. I politely told the cashier that it was supposed to be $4 and she had the slow dude go check the price. In the mean time while she is checking the price I am holding the line up. *biting lip*

Yes, I know I am cheap and I take advantage of every opportunity I have to save some money (pissed to find out gas is $3.42 a gal here and I paid $3.45 a gal where I was at) but I could not help but wonder if I was being petty by holding up this line all over $0.96??? I mean in these times every penny counts, but still.

The Office...

I was walking to the kitchen today and I noticed one of the facility workers down the hall way on the other side of the building and I began to wonder, how much distance should there be before you actually acknowledge or say hello to some one? For a second I thought should I just wave? Give a head nod? Or, just go into the kitchen and wait for him to get down on my end before I speak/acknowledge him? I went a head took the safe route and waved to him sweetly. :) I try my hardest to establish relationships with people who work in other departments, never know when I will need some preferential treatment.

Anyway...

No matter where I work I am always in an office that is ice cold. Or maybe it is just me, but I am cold. Right now I have my heater cranked up and there is a significant temperature difference in my office and outside of my office. It can be hotter than the Devil's toe nail outside and I will have my heat cranked up. My supervisor has threatened to call Life Management on me and have them send me to the doctor to make sure I am alright but I am anemic and I rather crank up the heat then be bogged down with the side effects of taking iron pills.

Ahhh well she could be like one of my other supervisors (Rashad) who took a moment to clown me like it was no bodies business.

Speaking of Rashad, can I just say after reading his blog entries about office sharing I am more thankful each day that I have my own office?? Not that I have taken it for granted but dang I am thankful.

Ok, this rambling must cease and I must get back to work.

Everybodies A Critic

I am sure that no more than 59 1/2 seconds after Mrs. Clinton finished her speech endorsing Barack Obama for President (AKA consoling her supporters, unifying the party) the comment section of CNN was set a blaze with various negative commentary about Obama and his run for presidency.

I know not every candidate is going to be liked as it is so hard to be liked by virtually every one so I can understand that one would have critic or as I lovingly call them HAAATERS.

Is it just me? Or, does It seems as though they are missing the point and true spirit of this thing called politics?

I love politics. It is strategic, interesting, at times a teeth clincher and apparently it can drive other wise normal people to do the most immoral and unethical things (overall a suspense thriller). No matter where you go, whether it is work or various organizations you work with or in there will be some level of politics that one will be witness to and affected by.

All in all politics is one big game, that most people play to get into a key position(s) (most times a position of power). At the end of the the game there is a clear winner and loser (or so one would like to think...Florida and the 2000 election comes to mind).

With politics being the game that it is, where does the sense of entitlement come from?

Where do people feel the nomination should have been so and so's because we worked so hard? Or, because so and so was qualified? Where does it come from? Politics is gambling, a game. You can either win or lose and there is no guarantee that the jack pot will be yours in the end, unless it is one person running unopposed. Well unless you do some sneaky underhanded, immoral and unethical things along the way (hey folks are rather forgiving in this area...surprisingly), yet that is still not enough to guarantee that numba 1 spot.

Furthermore, what did Clinton supporters expect in last nights speech? For Hil to come out and bust the DNC wide open with her rendition of Jennifer Holiday's "And I am Telling You", proclaiming that she is still in the game?

Come on folks. It is what it is. See the forest for the trees and look at the real issues.

With this country being at war, economy about to hit bottom (where ever that is) and unemployment rate rising. Folks are really going to throw a vote away and not even give this man a chance to fail or succeed?? I mean not even attempt to put this country in a position where it can be in a better position than it is in now?


ROFL! Wow, just wow.

Things I Just Don't Understand...

I will never understand...

what would make a person so heartless to the point where they don't give a fuck about how their actions effect others.

what makes a person pretend as if they care about another when they really don't.

what makes a person lie just because they can.

what makes a person not care that they have hurt some one who truly loves and cares for them.

what makes a person become yet another nigga to crush a scarred heart that they know has been broken by others in the same manner in which they just broke it.

Are there any selfless, genuine, caring loving men left in this world?

*tears*

Excuse me while I continue to feel stupid for truly believing in, loving and caring for this person.

Excuse me while I continue to feel stupid for ever believing this person could/would ever come to truly love and care for me.

I serious just don't get it... I just don't understand...

Black Folks...

There are a few things that will bring black folks out of the wood works, bar b ques, weddings and funerals. Today my heart broke as I stood and watched my line sister say her last good byes to her mother, who passed away last week after having fought an illness for years. A sad moment yes it was, however you can always count on black folks to act out.

Things started off good. My other line sister and Sorors got to the church really early however we chit chatted in the church parking lot. I got complimented on the weight loss which quickly followed comments about my rather large behind and its impact on the world...black folks. As I always say... don't hate, appreciate.

Anyway...

We get into the church get seated and this lady walks in and trips, I seriously thought she fell but it turned out to be the beginning of an "acting out" next thing I know it was, "Praise Jesus! *tears* *screaming* Jesus!" I tried not to laugh but there is always one in the bunch that will act out... black folks.

Then the Pastor did go on, and on, and on and on. That is not an issue I'm AME so I know about the long winded sermons but could he of taken a REAL breath in between words, sentences? I thought the poor man was on the verge of having an asthma attack. I was hoping he had an inhaler on him, nebulizer, something.

Now... this is the thing that got me... Pastor got up and said, "You all are gonna die! Repeat after me, I am gonna die!" Ummmm Boo Boo no. No maam, no, no, no maam. Not today. Yes, I know one day I will go home but I have already had a near death experience before. When some one says "I should not be here, I should be dead" I understand completely because I know I should be dead and buried; BUT I know that I have not served the purpose that God has placed me on this Earth to fulfil therefore I won't be speaking my demise into existence. MMMMkay?! Good. Thanks.

Lord it has been a rather long day... mental note eat before I go to another funeral.

....black folks.

Tithing, The Giving That Keeps On Giving?

I sat on the phone with my girlfriend watching Michelle Obama (I love her) shine her light on America. In the middle of her speech I was of course multi tasking; I was surfing through CreditBoards and came across some valuable information which lead me to take things a step further in stabilizing my financial situation. Eventually I went onto start setting up my automatic payment for my most important (fixed) bills.

Let me just stop and say that I am grateful that a way has been made for me to get this together because just a month ago I was on the verge on filing bankruptcy (my first time saying/typing it to some one other than my gf) for the second time...

Anyway, I was telling my girlfriend that I was rather nervous but excited that I got all of my bills set up automatically to come out of my account and this is the first time that I am having the FULL ten percent of my tithes coming out of my account. Yes, I know I said I "etithe" but I never said how much I tithe. LOL!

Real talk though that is a large chunk of money that I am paying out, but in the end I have to believe that God will give it back as promised, because in the end God is all that I have. So, in expressing this to my girlfriend (who has been crying all night) that tithing has been something I struggled with because after paying all of my monthly bills I barely had anything left to give and I was quite nervous for the whole thing to go out up front. At this point she took the time to testify to me about the power of tithing... this emotionally challenged heffa began to cry, again and she made me cry. :-I All is forgiven though, don't let it happen again. LOL!

Anyway, this took me back to a few Sundays ago when all I had to "safely" tithe (aka the check won't bounce) was $5. That was the day that God said, " sit back and watch what I am about to do" while I was sitting in church. I got home that Sunday afternoon and my Dad gave me $20 to get the kids some food, because their spoiled butts did not want hot dogs.

So I took their spoiled butts to get some food and my change back was $5. 55. Now usually this would be of no bother to me but for some reason it seemed as though that lil $5 was eyeing me from my purse... I have a Way to Save account with Wachovia (I love them). Every time I use my check card, automatic withdrawal or bill pay they put $1 into a savings account. I check my accounts a few times a week to make sure it all matches up with my check registry and I noticed that I had exactly $5 in my savings account.

Funny how that $5 kept on materializing in some way shape or form. I suppose I will be holding onto that as proof (along with holding onto faith) of God's word.

As I look back on where I used to be and where I am now, I can say God has brought me a mighty, mighty long way and no one cannot tell me that God is not good.