I'm Having a Boy!

Naw not really, at least I don't think I am. But the dream I had last night was so real I really thought I did have a little one. He felt so soft, so real, so cute. The little boy in my dream was absolutely precious. He had to be between 6 months-1 year old, he had his hair "cut short," and he looked sort of similar to my boyfriend's nephew, although it wasn't him, but he still shared a strking resemblance to him.
Now, before you read the rest, please keep in mind my dreams are off the chain and weird and often make no sense in real life, but in my head while I am dreaming it it makes perfect sense. So the dream begins where I am holding the little fellow, holding the back of his head. He kept drooling on my back, but I didn't mind because he was my son, it was cute to me. For about 1/3 of the dream I never saw his face. I was just so overwelmed with the idea of having a son, holding him and feeling his warmth and smelling his baby smells that I was lost in the moment and didn't care how he looked. Eventually I cradled him in my arms, and got a short glimpse of his face. He had a big dome like his daddy (lol) but he was just so cute. He turned away before I got a really good look at him.
Then all of a sudden I got the idea that I should put him down to sleep, but I was not sure how I should lay him down. I didn't want to kill the little fellow, because I knew that you have to put the baby down a certain way or else he could die. In real life my neice died due to crib death and I was very paranoid in my dream that my baby could meet the same fate unless I did what was correct.
While still holding him in my arms I contemplated jumping on the internet and going to google to find out how I should lay the baby down to sleep. I don't know if I ever did it because the next thing I remember doing was sitting in my car, which wasn't really my car because for one it was clean, and it was built like a cadilac. I think my boyfriend was in the dream somehow, I felt his presence in it, but I never physically saw him. I remember my childhood best friend's grandparents being in the backseat of the car and they wanted to see the baby and I let them hold him, and we listened to one of the songs my boyfriend made and then I woke up.
Now, this story might not be special to you, but I really wanted that dream to be true. It is funny to me that I loved the little boy like I did because I have always wanted a little girl. But I loved the little boy so much in my dream that if God sent me a little boy I know I would love him just as much as if I had a girl. Hopefully whenever I do have children I will have the same little boy that I dreamt about last night. That was the best dream that I have had in a long time.

Da Man Alway's Trying to Hold Me Back!

Ohmigosh! This was so funny when I read it I had to add it here....somebody asked on that yahoo question site if Barack Obama became president,does that mean white people can start referring to black people as "the man? ! lmao!

Big People Give You The Hookup!

My mother always says that when she goes to a cafeteria style restaurant like Piccadilly she likes it when the server is a big person. She says that the big
people are the ones that hook you up with the big portions. Them skinny
people be stingy with the mac and cheese...but the big ladies will give
you two scoops while the skinny ones will give you a little dab.

That's why I was happy today when I went to the sub shop (Mr. Submarine, the
best subs in the WORLD) and a big lady was fixing my sub. I was so
hungry and she hooked that ham n cheese sub up. But I should have known
better though, she put too muchmayonnaise on the sub. I had a feeling by looking at her that she loved mayonnaise and I should have mentioned light mayo, but I didn't and my sandwich was swimming in it. I ain't gonna lie, it was bum though.

She even asked me if I wanted my meat toasted too, something nobody else
ever did. Next time I go there I hope she is working cause that sub was
all I ate all day today. It was that filling. So much meat on thatish I could have made another sub off of it.

I Want Her To Apologize To Me!

Yo! I had the most craziest day ever at work! I work retail, where basically anything goes. I will never forget the time somebody peed in the fitting room and then WIPED their stankin arse with the clothes! Working in retail you see some nasty stuff that make you change your opinion of the good nature of human beings.

Well today was no different. I am a supervisor (not really a big deal in retail), and one of my duties is to make sure the cashiers have enough change. After being on the register for about 2 or so hours straight I hurried up and booked up off the registers and decided to check the change of one of the associates behind me. It was about 3 or 4 pm, and change had not been checked since about 12 pm. And with the volume of traffic we were experiencing I thought that maybe she was running low on change and because she was new, she might not know that she needed to let me know, "Yo G, I need a pack of ones" or whatever else she might need. So I closed my line up, checked the change of the register next to her, and then proceeded to head over to her register. I stepped into her cubicle the same way I always do when I check change, turned the key, popped the register open and saw that home girl had more than enough money. I told her she was good on change and then proceeded to head over to the registers on the other side of the store.
I was in the cubicle with a male associate, letting him know I was about to check his change so he could make room for me when a middle aged white lady with a green shirt who was standing in his line asked me, "What is your name?" I told her my name and then she asked me, "Can you get me a supervisor?" I told her "Yes ma'am, I am the supervisor." Then she said, "No I want to speak to someone above you." I told her okay, a little caught off key because most customers who find out I am a supervisor let me know what their issue is and if it is more than minimum wage is worth fussing over I call a manager. But this lady blew me off and wanted to speak to my superior so I had a funny feeling she wanted to say something about ME. I looked at her and her duffel bag in her hand and did not recall ringing her up or even coming across her all day long so I was baffled. I had a radio on and could have easily called my manager with the radio but since I saw her in the cut, I opted to walk over to her and let her know I had a feeling this lady wants to say something about me.
My manager walked over to her and I tried to be a little respectful and not eavesdrop to much into the convo but caught bits and pieces of it, including my name. According to my manager, she was mad because I was "rude" to her. When I went to check change I did not say excuse me to her (the customer, on the other side of the counter, who I did not even make any contact with at ALL) when I went into the drawer. My manager told the lady I was checking change and that was the way we checked the change. Then the lady went on to say that she worked at a bank for over 8 years and somebody would never do that to her. They don't do that there. Then this lady wanted me to APOLOGIZE to her for going into the cashier's drawer and not saying EXCUSE ME to her. My manager told her, "No, I will apologize to you, I'm sorry that that happened to you but we do not make associates apologize." This crazy nut then says she is so mad over the "incident" that she wants to return the duffel bag. My manager told her we can't return it up here and she had to go to customer service.
You would think the story ended there wouldn't you...you would be so wrong too.....when she GOT to customer service she was still "upset" and complained to the customer service clerk about her "bad experience," telling her the story all over again. I was right there too lol, cause I was trying to be nosey. My manager passed her while she was walking away from customer service and was still talking about how rude "Ms-gg was to her and ' don't nobody go in my drawer' " ?!?!? She then added on right before she walked away, "and other customers were complaining about her too."
Apparently this lady in known very well in the store and she is known as the "homeless lady" who comes in our store and complains and finds fault in our store every time she shops. Just earlier another black associate asked for a scanner and then the homeless lady said "what did you call me?"
I am sure this will not be my last encounter with her (or other interesting people) and I will be sure to keep you updated with the craziness of my job....

Ms-gg's Pick of the Week

If you are anything like me, then you have just about had it with the radio. You are tired of hearing every other RnB artist booking Lil Wayne and T-Pain for the next big hit. You want to buy a new CD but you are tired of wasting your money on crappy Cd's where the best songs are only the radio singles. If you are like me then you often like to dip back into the throwbacks but sometimes find that a lot of the tunes are outdated and didn't really stand the test of time.
Well, I have one good recommendation for a CD that is still knocking almost 14 years later. You need to add Soul 4 Real's Candyrain to your collection. This CD is a classic. Their voices are amazing, and they harmonize well together. The version of candyrain on the CD is not the one with heavy d, but it still is the bomb (yes we still say the bomb in 2008). Ms-gg would not lie to you, I don't like to waste money either. I would actually pay full price for this CD and not be disappointed it is so good. But if you ever happen to see it at a thrift store, a goodwill, fye used, definitely add it to your collection and not pass it up. It is worth every penny.

Screw Snakes on a Plane, there were snakes in the wattah!

So today was the first day I have ever been down to the river. My parents are the most paranoid people in the world and have heard about all of the drownings and bad stuff about the river that they have never been themselves (despite being over 60 years old). So after telling me how much fun he and his friend had several times and convincing me about how it really isn't that bad my boyfriend finally convinced my paranoid self to go on down to the river. I was scared because of all of the bad things I heard too...shoot, if I'm going out, I want to go out like a soldier....I don't want to have my cause of death to be "drowning at the James" if I'm going out, I'm going out.
First of all, I almost lost my life on this raggedy bridge (this thing was off the chain ya'll). As you walk across this broke down ghetto thing you can hear the wood squeaking underneath your feet, and if you look down in certain spots you can see the rocks down below, probably 100 or more feet below you where the river is slightly dried out. It was scary. Cars, bikers and everything else goes across that bridge. And there were a couple of spots where they patched it up with more wood and a few spots that felt really weak where you feel like you might fall below. I almost cried ya'll because I am so afraid of heights....

So we got to the river and we got in and everything, chilling right....next thing you know my boyfriend is like, there go a turtle...then I look, then we found out that bad boy was a snake! I was out with the quickness! That thing was coming at us so fast and Ms-gg don't play that mess! No sir...we yelled snake and all of the white people around us like "and your point is"...naw I'm good with that....I think I am scarred for life though because who knows how many more are in there or WHAT ELSE is in there. I know it is a river and not the local pool and all sorts of "stuff" is in there, but still though, that was a little too freaky for me.

And the dogs! My white people, please put your damn dogs on a leash! I don't care how nice he is to you, dogs don't like everybody they meet! As if it wasn't bad enough the snake big boyed me out the water, the dog effin big boyed me off the James River...growling and following me around. He just did not like me for no reason. And whoever his owner was was not paying him one bit of attention. I bet he would have been paying attention after I clubbed the sucka in the head with one of those heavy arse rocks! Please white people, be considerate of everybody around you and keep your Ilethimeatoffmygoodchinaandlickmeinthemouth creatures on a leash or keep those nasty things at home! Dog!

Dated Goods

Lord have mercy. I am the best by date patrol at my house. If milk is one day past due I won't touch it. I don't care if it is still good for a week later, I ain't drinking it. So while my mother was fixing collard greens and went into the fridge to look for bacon to add for flavor she pulled out a bag of unopened carrots and some meats. The compartment that she pulled it out from was one that rarely sees traffic and is known for harboring goods that is well over due. As I was telling her that most of that stuff she pulled out of the fridge is not safe for us to eat I glanced at the date on the carrots. Did you know those jokers said best MAY 2001!!! I damn near had a heart attack ya'll! Those carrots been here since I was in the 9th grade (I am now going into my 5th year in college), before the terrorist attack, and before Aaliyah and Left Eye and Luther died! Those carrots been riding and dying through a lot of things....and my mama tried to justify it saying that she probably recently just bought it from the store. Sorry mama, I don't think no store, not even Save A lot is selling seven year old carrots.

Then, I proceeded to check the cabinet to prove that that is not the only out of date goods in the house. I looked all of the way deep in the back of the cabinet in the corner where nobody really disturbs. I picked up a bottle of lemon juice and checked the date on it....I kid you not, that thing said Jan 1987! I was on the floor gone! That stuff expired when I was just barely 11 months old! I have never, seen no mess like that ever! Then my mother tried to justify it AGAIN and say she probably just bought it a few years ago! No mama...ain't nobody selling no 21 year old bottle of lemon juice! I have not laughed as hard as I laughed today in a long time. That was too funny.

Hawt Ghetto Mess of the Week Award

Goes to a fresh out the womb high school grad at my niece's graduation. A overly joyed boy who obviously was so thrilled to be done with school did a double back flip off the stage right after he received his diploma. Maybe he was in such a hurry to get off the stage before they realized they made a mistake by giving him a diploma. Or maybe I have not been to enough graduations, but I have never seen no mess like that in my life....who knows....I have JOKED about doing something like this but this negro actually did it!
And for that I give this new graduate the hawt ghetto mess of the week award. Congrats grad! I'm sure you made your Mom and Dad very proud.

Okay, maybe I'm just a hater because I didn't do it lol! But you still get the award and you can back flip off the stage after receiving this one too....

Trying to get my hustle on

I keep saying I'm going to sell pocketbooks, keep procrastinating and never doing anything. Well this summer I plan to stop bullishing and get this thing jumping off. I want to sell some over the net too but I have no idea how to do that. I am sure I would need a host site, or to have my own site but I don't even know how to do that. Then how do you make sure the site is secure enough to make transactions over the net? Maybe I need to start on Ebay or Amazon and work from there.

Yeah that sounds like a great idea! I really could use the extra money to pay for a lot of stuff, and maybe if I get good enough I could expand my company to other areas to. I would love to sell jewelry. Maybe I could be the next Carol's daughter and sell some hair products too!

Like Biggie said, "the sky is the limit."

He listens! He really listens!

So I have been telling my boyfriend about the benefits of apple cidar vinegar and dandruff but he never really listened to me, or so I thought. I always assumed he was brushing off my suggests, but he really was listening to me. Last week he told me randomly "that vinegar stuff really does work." I was driving down the street, listening to Mike Baisden, wondering what in the heck he was talking about. Was he talking about mixing up vinegar with his salad dressing to stretch it a little and give it a little twang, or about using it straight up as a dressing?
Then he goes on to say, "I mixed it up with some conditioner and shampoo and put it all over my head in the shower, and it works."
I smile a little inside, knowing that one of the many things that I have suggested to him and my mother have actually been tried out and they were not a waste of my breathe. He was listening when I told him that an apple cidar vinegar rinse cures dandruff. That made me feel real good inside.
"I told you to try it." I told him as I continued driving along. Maybe one day I can get him to try to get rid of that motor oil/pore clogging oil aka mineral oil based hair grease he puts in his hair next?

My life, my life, my life....

*Sigh*

I am now entering my fifth year of college, and I honestly still feel lost. I do not really have a clear idea of what I want to "be'. When I was younger I wanted to be a writer. I LOOOVED to write. I would come up with the best children stories. I wanted to be a writer all the way up until I got into high school and learned all of the things that writers did to be a "good writer". Writing a good novel involved more than just a good read. It required a long thought process and a message behind the story. You had to establish motifs, symbols, antagonists, protagonists, and all of that jazz. That def did not seem fun. And on top of that I suck at spelling and at using big words! Nothing that reading the dictionary every once in a while wouldn't solve, but it is def not something I want to do with my life (at the time). So there went my dreams of being a writer.

I am a creative being by nature. Creativity flows from my veins. I come from a wonderful creative force, my mother. My siblings share this creative gene as well. And I know that whatever I do in life it will have to feed this creative side of myself or else I will get bored VERY quickly. That is why one of my other dreams was to become a fashion designer. I have been interested in fashion ever since I was in the 5th grade when I took a sewing class. Boy! That class was the best class I have ever taken in elementary school! It fed my creative soul. I don't know why I didn't continue learning about making clothing, because I have always been interested in it...I guess that LAZY side of myself always gets the best of me :(

Did I mention I have ALWAYS wanted my own radio show? Since I was FOUR (yes FOUR) I have wanted to have my own radio show. I use to take old audio tapes, think I was doing a little something something by putting the masking tape over that hole, and record over old tapes my mother let me have for my delight. I would get my microphone that you would use with the radio by turning the radio to a low frequency station, and start recording myself on tape, creating my own radio show. That is def one of my all time dreams....

But with all these dreams comes lots of DOUBT. With writing, what if I don't make it? Everybody has a book, what makes you think that somebody wants to read MINE? A fashion designer? You can't even sew a hole up in your dress!

But at the same time I have gotten a lot of support from people saying if I made a design they would love to buy my clothes or I have always received positive feedback from my teachers and professors, telling me I am a great writer (and english is always one of my better classes in school). That fear always gets the best of me though. And fear is exactly what my pastor spoke on yesterday in church. He spoke on how fear made Mr. Saunders who is today because he use to be scared of the cementary by his house and ran through it everyday and he discovered that he was fast. What am I so scared of? Why can't I just take a risk and do what I really enjoy?

I don't see myself in corporate america. That is not me at all. I need more. I need something that will feed my inner soul, not destroy it. I don't want to kiss butt to get ahead. Never have, never will. I want to be my own boss. I want to have control of my future, not my future have control of me.

Hopefully one day I will get it together...but for right now I am entering my 5th year of finding myself in college....