This is how we show love...

So…I am getting ready to wrap up my day around 5pm CST on Wednesday when the office phone rings…

“This is Keli.”

“Yes, they just delivered my Dell flat screen TV and it is not working.”

“Sorry, but I cannot help you with that, this is not Dell.”

“Well, they just delivered the TV and it is not working.”

“What would you like me to do about that?”

“I called you because the TV is not working and I need you to send a technician.”

“This is not Dell, but I could give you the number to Dell if you would like?”

“No, I don’t want the number…I want my TV fixed!”

“Well, I can’t help you with that! But, I can give you the number to the people that can…its xxx-xxxx”.

“Ok, xxx-xxxx”

*click*

*dial tone*

Yes, I played along with this foolishness…why you may ask? Because it was my 10 year old niece, and she has it honest…Crazy starts early in our family…plus, I mean, she’s learned from the best. *grins*

And yes, I really did give her main number to Dell, lol. I just hope she blocks the number if and when she calls into Dell.

She did later call back to say that she did not mean to hang up in my face, and that she loves me a lot. :) So she ain't too crazy!

Backazzwardness

My family is azz backwards…

That’s one reason why I never call and ask them for help with anything…it becomes a damn event…really?! It is not that damn difficult.

Yes, I am using the three and four letters words, but that’s just how damn mad I am right about now.

Then they have the nerve to ask bullshit questions, and then get offended when I lose patience. I already gave you the answer, rephrasing the question will not change things…NEXT!

They wonder why I don’t visit?! Well, because…I know from whence I came…and I ain’t in no hurry to get back…most of the folks questioning why I never come home don’t call me, don’t ask about me other than wanting to know why I have not been home. If you are really concerned pick up a phone and call…and when I do visit, I only go see the ones that take the time to call and see how I am doing…WHATEVER!

Do I sound selfish…well, maybe I am. We don’t choose our family, but I can choose not to have to deal with the backazzwardness!

But...

Even with the backazzwardness family came through for me...I guess that's all that matters at the end of the day, that we have each other's back...

I still only claim certain folks, and I guess those are the ones I can truly say I both like and love...well for the most part.

Only In My Dreams

Me & Lil Wayne?

Well at least in my dreams…

We were a couple. I was going to visit my mother, and he was already there when I arrived…flowers in hand. I assumed they were for me, and he informed me they were actually for my mother. So he presents momma with the flowers and she is gushing…and I am in awe thinking…wow, she actually likes him. I have on heels and I am like towering over him...

I sleep in a diagonal, and in the dream, we went to bed actually cris-crossing each other. I wake up the next morning, to find him gone, but he left me an envelope full of money…with a note telling me to have a good time with my mother and the family...

So moving ahead…I spend the rest of the dream trying to get to his performance at the county fair before it’s over.

The thing is…I appeared to be extremely happy in my dream…not sure if I have been that happy in reality (well not with a man that is).

If dreams are our subconscious speaking to us…Can someone break down what is going on in my head? Please and thank you!

Road Block

As in the road to Denver for the 2008 National Democratic Convention...

I have decided not to put in my bid for candidacy to be considered as a delegate for the national Democratic convention…

Before I hear the boos and hisses…this is a mini political campaign in itself…you have to declare your bid, then you have to campaign for votes…as fun as it sounds…I work full time, and I don’t have the time, money, or energy to do what’s needed right now…

I don’t have the time to attend fund raisers, nor do I have the time to host. I don’t have money to give to the democrats, and right now my time is sparse, well at least my time during the week…I am already using vacation days to attend the State Democratic convention.

So for those who wants to know what it takes to become a delegate…let along a super delegate…it’s takes a lot of time, money, and effort…the more money you give over time, and the more volunteer hours you give over time, helps you to gain that status within the party…

And right now I am exhausted.

But...

I still might try to get on as a volunteer, we shall see.

Maybe a future in politics is not in the cards for me after all…I tire of bullshit real fast.

A Rose for My Mother

Here is a single red rose for the rose of my life…my mother…

My mother has taught me what it means to give, without any expectations. If she has it, and you are in need, it’s yours. I use to think it was odd when I saw her go into her purse to give a stranger a dollar…but now I do the same. I found it odd when she brought home a homeless woman for Sunday dinner, but there was a homeless gentleman that I used to by breakfast for some morning. She has taught me that blessings are not monetary, and just when you think you have it bad…there is always someone that is doing worse.
My mother has taught me the importance of family and love…and that family does not equate biology…by her example I first learned to love myself, and I know have the ability to love others.
My mother has always exemplified beauty and strength…I look back on my childhood, and I see the sacrifices she made when daddy was not holding up his end…I know that she did everything within her power to keep things in the house as normal as possible for my sister and I.
My mother defines mother…loving, caring, selfless, giving, strong, disciplinarian…not only is she my mother, she truly is my friend. My mother is my pillar, my rock, and I always make sure to end our conversations with I love you.
My mother, a strong, faithful Christian woman… I one day hope to be half the woman she is.


Happy Mother's Day to all the women out there holding it down!

I fell off my game BIG time!

I have not gone for a run since March. I had a bout with the allergies and sinus…barely could breathe, at one point my nasal cavities were swollen shut, so I did not do too much…I had problems breathing while chewing…but yeah, I did find a way to eat, lol. There were times that I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt like I was suffocating…I hate having to breathe through my mouth.

So…I did the elliptical machine last week, but I have not done anything this week. I am going to have to most definitely hit the pavement Saturday morning. Anyone want to come with?

I am popping the little white pill, so hopefully I will not fall prey to allergens again this season.

On another note…

I am the only person I know with man problems but no man…yeah, I have options…but just because you have them, does not mean the time is right to exercise them…if at all.

Kronche Krotch…this blogger ain’t right, lol.

Wait…this makes two new posts in one week. Short and sweet, but a new post nonetheless...Yay for me, lol. *pokes out chest and pats self on the back* Yeah…I am sure that some want to see that...tickets start at $50…ha.

It's Been A Minute

I feel like a teenager…I have a huge zit on my cheek…it’s under the skin, feels like a big knot, is beet red, and hurts like hell! And of course it decides to pop up the day before I have a meeting with a potential client…great.

It’s been 19months…but who’s counting. All I know is…my mind is playing tricks on me, and if I don’t get some soon…well…I will probably not be able to function! I was fine up until a month ago...damn TX Relays!

Hmmm…Miami…just maybe…

I almost had two reasons to root for the Cowboys this season…not sure if TO is enough to make me want them to win…I mean, he’s sexy and all…but it’s the Cowboys.

I am so ready for football season, but I am also happy it’s the offseason.

Houston yay! Katt Williams…yay! It should be a good birthday week…mark your calendars…the day is soon approaching…49 days and counting, lol.

I need to go shopping…better yet…I want someone to take me shopping!

My nieces have a miniature Chinese hamster? Why is the hamster Chinese?

On second thought…maybe I don’t need to go to Houston…too many temptations…I am most definitely likely to slip and fall…onto my back that is.

I am still busy…have a lot going on…but I have not been able to focus. Trying to finish up one book, so I can start working on finishing the next one…trying to get some promotional stuff underway…trying to make moves. I am meant to be a millionaire; this working just to pay the bills is for the birds. It’s time to make moves.

I don’t ever need to touch money again…electronic money …my favorite.

His back…OMG…his legs…OMG…whoo! Houston…I think we have a problem! Lol

As I stated earlier, and I am sure you can tell by this post…it’s been a minute…so forgive me.

Hopefully it’s like riding a bicycle…

K-spot Flashback....

I decided to repost this after eating my supreme croissant from Jack-in-the box. But in my defense, it's 1:20 pm, and that's all I have had to eat today.

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Am I judgemental...This is a question I have found myself asking a lot lately. It seems that recently I have just become tired of the bullshit. Tired of the whining...you're grown, act like it, you're not happy with your life do something about it!

But here recently my judging as crossed a line...it has become discriminatory. I have noticed that I have a bias in regards to overweight people. Now before you go off and have a hissy fit...I am by no means a skinny chick my damn self. I am a thick, chick, size 12/14. I don't have a problem with being large or pleasantly plump...my problem is with being sloppy, slothful, and exhibiting bad manners However, I think that I am more quickly to forgive these offenses from someone of a smaller size. Take for instance, the newest employee on my team. I am not going to even guess her size, but she is a "big girl"...more so, she's just plain nasty. I refer to her, in my thoughts of course, as Filthy McNasty! I know I can put down some grub, but she's always eating...her ass was eating at my desk while I was training her...don't know how many times I asked her to please not do that. And when she plopped all her big azz titties on my desk, I just 'bout had a conniption. But its not that she's eating, damn, I have those days where I eat all day myself...it what she eats that disgusts me...can't eat a regular taco from taco c, but has two make her version of the double decker combing three crunchy chicken tacos with three bean and cheese tacos. I know, I know...I am not one to talk with my Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream addiction, but you know, I also can fit in my chair at work and did not have my boss spending an afternoon searching for one to accommodate me. I also can walk from the front lobby to my desk without being over exerted. I also can pick up my feet and not have to shuffle when I walk. And let's not even talk about the loud belching without saying excuse me. She wears too little clothing, and her shit is always falling out the top or bottom. Someone even complained to HR (not that I should now this) about her manner of dress, said it was offensive. Now the same day they complained about her skirt being too short, my girls were popping out the top of my blouse...apparently no one complained about that. Am I a hypocrite? I mean, I am the same chick that got upset when her ex told her she went from being a Halle Berry to an Angie Stone. I mean, yeah, I am not in my best shape, but I will hit the elliptical machine, or do some crunches. So is it not just me? Does society hold an unfair bias against its overweight members? I mean, I never hear anyone saying, "Damn look at all that gut, he's so fine"! Or "She got belly for days, she sooo could get it".

Would I be more tolerant if she was thin? Am I really this type of person? Can I be this mean and shallow?