My Last Day

My friend and I have this recurring conversation about how we will leave our jobs. We have turned over many scenarios in our discussion and I'm sad to announce that great debauched minds attract and think alike (which is probably why we are friends). But of all the scenarios I would have to say there is one that's my absolute favorite.


You see in my synopsis I've won the lottery. Yes I would go to work the day after receiving my first check of many because I know this is my last day. Of course I would drive up in a Panemera and park in the President's spot or block her in...whatever option is available at the time. Proceed to my office with my big designer sunglasses, and purse to match the stilettos. In my purse would be a huge towel, I will need that to sit on....we don't any dirt to touch..that's not sanitary. Oh I forget to mention my outfit. Yeah it would be a thong bikini and nothing else.

I would turn on that computer and start approving Epars like nobody's business. I'd wait for the morning pleasantries to commence because I would have a the most chipper and delightful hello to this one particular person we've named Big Red (she's my boss). At that point I'd would wait for the response that would cue me to tell her everything I really want her to know...like how I feel about her. When I'm done being bored with her expression then I would move on the next asshole on my list. Walking down the hallways to offices of those I dislike, Missy here would politely knock on the doors and ask to have a word. Removing my towel to be seated of course, I think I would start the conversation a little something like this...."You mind if I have a word with you?...There's something I think you should know..."


See! That's why I won't be the one to win the lottery.

Just Say the Word

I was getting my hair washed over by my sister's house this Sunday and as always we talk...about everything that comes to mind, good or bad. But this particular conversation comes to mind that sticks. We were talking about handbags. The styles, the brand and of course the price!

Recently I celebrated my birthday with my husband and he took me shopping. I was telling my sister about the event. Anyone who knows me knows that I love style, clothes, shoes and I am admittedly a self proclaimed purse slut. We scanned a few stores and of course a few handbags screamed my named calling me to rescue them from bondage of the shelf. Yeah I heard them...I heard them all. However, some didn't need my rescuing. Some were perfectly content being imprisoned on display. But there was this one. One that I thought about saving. One that I thought would look sooooo good on my shoulders, forearm, resting at my side, and sitting shotgun in my car, one that matched my wardrobe winter, spring, summer and fall. One that wanted me to be her mommy. I wanted to be her mommy too. I tried her on. I took a picture of her. I even got permission to adopt. Then I looked at the cost.

You see I am an everyday person. I count pennies. I pinch. I'm wise. My husband and I do pretty well in the money department. We live comfortably and from time to time can afford some luxuries through God's grace and mercy and through being good stewards. This purse (notice now it's a purse..not a handbag because I didn't buy it) cost over $7oo.oo.

My husband has some stuff with him for certain. He causes me some pain from time to time but whose husband doesn't? When it comes down to doing what he knows how to do best, like spoiling me, he's supreme. He picks up right from where my father leaves off everytime and needless to say this time was no different. He was willing and wanting to spend that kind of money on me for this purse.

I thought about it. This is when reasoning kicks in. As slutty as I can be with handbags and fashions there has to be responsible party. I'm proud to say that party was me. But there's nothing more satisfying then knowing all I had to do was say the word....that handbag could have been MINZE!

Cancer

July is the month that belongs to Mandisa!

I celebrate my birthday on the 10th. The reason I love birthdays (anyone's birthday) is because that's the day God set aside to make that person! You can gather some things about a person without even knowing them simply from the time they are born. How cool is that?!

My zodiac sign is Cancer and though I love being born in July there are some benefits. If you live down south you always know what the weather is going to be like and can plan accordingly your activities for celebration. It's always hot!... (may or may not rain). We are committed to our emotions. We aggressively work to accomplish goals fueled by our emotions of course. We are nurturers and make others feel like they are a strong part of our circle...make them feel like family in a sense. We are motivators to get things accomplished. Pretty good huh? Yeah well I think so too. BUT

I'm not very fond of some characteristics of Cancer; for instance we are very moody, we hold grudges and our emotional sensitivity can get in the way. For me it's extremely hard to find that balance where you need just enough feeling for something or someone to know when to embrace or when to let go. I hope one day to master my discernment abilities before this lifetime but it's unlikely.

I allow people into my arena giving them the benefit of a doubt ( my stupid ass) allowing them to fuck up before I put the shield up and then cut you off. Most normal people do the opposite; they put the shield up and get to know a person first then decide if they want any dealings with them or not. This is where my zodiac sign fails me. No matter how cognizant I am of the situation and start off attempting to do it like most normal people, I always end up acting just like a damn Cancer. I just can't help it!!!

This year I celebrated with the best of both worlds...my girlfriends and my husband. I had a blast doing what I love to do most...eat, drink and being merry (and being merry is shopping). All of them really made me feel special, loved and appreciated. I got great gifts but my most valuable gift I got this year is a little more clarity, a little more hope and little more expectations. You see this year for the first time I didn't do the "I'm ....years old and look where I am now." This year I did "I'm 25 years old (again).. and look where I'm going!"

Cancer and all.