People really need to mind their own business...

I' ve never really cared what people said or thought about me, nor have I e v e r entertained petty bullshit. Really tho, some people need to get lives of their own, some people say I should be flattered that I'm even on someone's mind, or better yet that my name is coming out of someone's mouth, but I'm not. I find it to be pretty pathetic. My GM told me the night that I went in to talk to him about my suspension and all that jazz...that people WANT to see me fail. Now he could have just been talking noise, but I believe him. Failure isn't even in my vocabulary, and it's really sad that even if I was to...not accomplish something...someone would actually be happy about that...but oh well. I'm going to keep doing me, I gotta be doing something right, especially if people want to see me fail.

It really is a small world...

...about 4 months ago, this guy named George approached my sister Whitney in Sam's Club. Whitney gave him her number. About 2 weeks later, I went to Sam's to refill my prescription, and apparently the same guy asked for my number, but I knew who George was because he and I use to go to Dillard together. When I told my sister about the Luda lookalike, she was like "he doesn't work at Sam's does he?" Indeed he did. So we're like, the same guy asked for both of our numbers. It was pretty funny when the both of us went back to Sam's together, and he saw us. He couldn't say much. Most people get us confused, while other people think we're twins when they first meet us, so I don't know if this guy was trying to run game on both of us, or it might've been an honest mistake. Neither one of us gave him the chance to find out...which brings us to

...Vahojeh

About two years ago, I started "seeing" this dude on the rebound. It was during Christmas time, and he approached me in Wal-Mart. We talked for awhile, but it was really nothing serious because he went to Clark, he was just someone I hung out with during the Christmas break before school started. Well needless to say, we lost contact. So today, my mom is calling me to come downstairs so I can meet the guy Whitney was going on a date with. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I was like I don't really care who he is, as long as it wasn't Daniel that was taking her out, more power to her. Well, before they left, I came downstairs in my pajamas, about to go by Donald's house. And there he was. I didn't recgonize him at first, until he said his name. I think he might've been somewhat embarassed, this same dude who I use to hang out with was taking out my little sister 2 years later. I of course waited until they left to tell my mom. Momma thought it was hilarious and told me
-"who haven't you messed with you little skeez".
It was pretty funny tho, and I told her the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. When Whitney got home I gave her the sugar coated version. She didn't think it was as funny, and siad something along the lines-
"Damn Quinn why can't you save any of the good ones for me."

lolI'm enjoying my vacation time...

...but feeling kind of frustrated. I had an idea for these bracelets that I wanted to sell...the only problem is, I have no idea how to go about getting my idea off of the ground...so I'm thinking, is it going to be like this for all of my ideas? Ugh...just gotta keep trying, I don't give up easily.


Dee told me today that my ringtone on his phone is I Wanna Love You by Donell Jones. I'm like okay...he just got back together with his crazy ass girlfriend, and yet, my ringtone is set to something that should have obviously been set to hers, but okay. I don't have a problem with it...but still, something about that isn't kosher.

So anywho, I've put this post off long enough. I didn't know what I expect when James and I started talking again, apparently I didn't expect much. After we broke up, I did a lot of self-evaluating, trying to better myself as a person. And that's what I did. And like I told him, I feel like I'm on a whole different level than what I was before, and by us rekindling whatever flame there was left was like me taking two steps backwards. Now there was nothing against him as a person, but I refuse to go back to all the drama and fights, I have a lot going for myself. I don't know much if he's changed or not, but I doubt that he has. He suspects that Donald and I "mess"...along with ::BLEEP::(the insecurity still might be there). Oh well, there isn't much I can do about the way he feels.

Yes...I've been suspended for 6 days...and yes, they shortened me about 150 (after taxes...)dollars out of my next check, but I don't really care. This is like a vacation for me. I'm not upset at all about being suspended, because for once, I was able to say what I wanted and how I felt about Wanna. So all that frustration that's been building up is gone.

So your next question is WHY I was suspended?

Wanna is what I like to call a control freak, and yesterday was my first time working with her in a LONG time. Now she makes the schedules, and every now and then if you cross her, she likes to hang that fact over your head, to kind of remind you that she is indeed a big control freak. Well guess what, she can't fuck with me, because anytime you interfere with my work, it will be known. Well Saturday she was steadily interfering with my work, so when she got her signals mixed up with another manager, I used that to my advantage. So when she found out that I "supposedly went over her head" (impossible because they have the same position...dumb bitch) she was furious...So she starts yelling at me like I just broke a hundred dollar vase in front of all the employees. At first I'm kind of taken back, but there was no way in hell I was going to let her talk to me any kind of way. So I told her that her intimidation tactics might work at home with her son and maybe with some employees here, but she wasn't going to yell at me like I was fucking child. So she and I got into it. Blah blah blah blah, she suspends me. OH FUCKING WELL. She and Therass tried to double team me in the office when I refused to sign the paper, because what they were suspending me for was a lie. Then Wanna makes the mistake of bringing up old shit that was irrevelant to my suspension, and when I brought that to her attention, she got upset...again.Then I proceeded to say, and yes I was angry, she didn't deserve her position because she's unprofessional and immature. She got even more angry, and said I had no right to go word for word with her, and I laughed in her face and told her to give me my suspensions papers so I could go home. She was so angry she called the GM and requested that I be terminated. He said no. Then she suggested I be demoted. He said no. The suspension stands because she made the call, and after hearing my side of the story, he's going to have a nice little chat with Wanna because she's unprofessional and immature.

Guess who got suspended from work...

ME!!!!!!

Want to see my pretty pink write up? I know it's kinda small... but if you can't see at the bottom where it says "refused to sign"...the manager who suspended me was ::dundundun:: Wanna Howard. Well...I'll update you later on why I got suspended.

Randomness as usual

Somebody keeps calling me restricted on my verizon phone! And it's driving me crazy, I don't answer when they call, but someone called me this morning at 7 *woke me up just as I fell asleep*and then again tonight at 12. Now it's just starting to get annoying. It has to be someone really desperate to hear my voice or something, it's gotta be someone I don't like either because they don't have my other cell number. Donald suggested it might've been my asshole anonymous blogger, but I figured out who SHE is...don't think I don't who you are loser! I can't stand cowards...but anyways.

I don't think I've had so much fun at work tonight, it actually was a GOOD night...

I love Usher's song "Dot Com", who knew cyber sex could be so good!

A fire ant bit me the other day while I was walking my dogs, my foot is red and swollen, my mom said if she didn't know any better she would swear my foot belonged to a pregnant woman...

My grandmother Dolly and my aunt Jackie never made it to my sister's graduation...I guess being unreliable runs in the family...

I wish I knew how to send pictures off of my Razr to my e-mail, I have a shit load of pictures I want to print out...

I rEaLlY hAtE wHeN pEoPlE tYpE lIkE tHis...or talk like dis...

I especially hate it when women put money in their bra's and when they finally decide to purchase something just start digging in their bra's for money at the counter...gross

Why is that when you're interested in a guy they don't really want to be committed to you, so when you move on and you don't pay attention to them anymore, they decide that you're the ONE for them? Selfish bastards, be honest, you don't want me, but you don't want me with anyone else

I hate cookies on my computer, I'm so glad AOL has that automatic spyware running every 6 hours...God knows I'm too lazy to delete cookies on my computer everyday

I never learned how to put on make up...but apparently I don't need it because I'm constantly being asked what kind of eye make-up I wear...thank you God for my raccoon eyes...

The Victoria Secrets IPEX bra does wonders...I recommend all women to go buy it!

I have to get up at 7:45 to get up and go to work for 8:30 today...I don't know how much longer I can do these 8:30-6:00 shifts...on a Saturday nonetheless

My mom almost got into a fight the other day at a Chimney Wood board meeting (she just resigned from being president, it's almost like real politics) with one our neighbors...it was pretty funny...my sister's and I almost hopped in!

I'm expecting to move out by November...We've been looking for apartments in Metairie...we're tired of the east...but now that I'm moving, I don't want to go, me and moms are getting along really well...

Really considering getting together with ::BLEEP::

I'm still in happy mode...partly because of moms

I have really cute feet...and a beauty mark above my lip

ok I ran out of randomness!

When you're bored...

1) First Name: Quinn

2) Middle Name:Marie

3) Last Name (optional): Gordon

4) B-day: October 1, 1984

5) Height:5'8"


6) Weight (optional): err...155 or something

7) Race (caucasion, african, asian, indian, etc.): niggerachi



FAVORITES

1) Food type: Mexican or chinese (real chinese)

2) Non-alcoholic beverage: Hi-C fruit punch or Mountain Blast Powerade

3) Movie: Napoleon Dynamite flippin rox!

4) Song: at the moment...Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls

5) Singer: Beyonce

6) Actress: Halle Berry

7) Actor: Orlando Bloom

8) Band: Citizen Cope at the moment

9) Colors: pink, blue,silver, black

10) Name for a girl: Audra

11) Name for a boy: Quinn

12) Subject: Math

13) Day (monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday sunday, etc.): Friday

14) Number: 7

15) Thing to do in free time: read...or write...

16) Job: The Grand Freakin Theatre

17) Clothing brand: American Eagle

1 Clothing store: err...American Eagle

19) Sport: Volleyball

20) NFL (national football league) team: football sux

All of these represents a fallen soldier killed in Iraq

I had to post, I was touched by these pictures.

Pretty right? These are the princess diamond cut earings I wanted for Christmas... and now they're on my ears thanx to ::BLEEP:: He waited until the ones I wanted went on sale, they were originally $1,200, which is why I didn't get them at all, that was all I wanted for Christmas...well, they were marked down about half the price, but in order for him to get them, he had to open up a Kay's Jewelers credit card...if he isn't so sweet!

Karma is a bitch...

Last Friday, I had to work the closing shift, Jerrod had to work the opening shift. Well, early on into my shift, I realized the pizza dough which was stacked in the boxes vertically (pizza makes up about 45% of concession sales) wasn't freezing. In fact, it was thawing out pretty quickly, it took me a matter of seconds to realize ::dundundun:: the freezer is broken. So I call the managers and let them know, and they call someone ASAP to fix the freezer. But the damage was done, I brought over 80 pizza dough to the cafe freezer in hopes of saving what couldn't fit in the two other freezers. But with limited space, time wasn't really on our side. I know it sounds dramatic for pizza dough, but it is part of my job to keep up with inventory and food spoilage, and we were already in about $200 dollars worth of spoilage just from that weekend. Well, Tuesday, I come into work, and whoa and behold, 26 out of the 80 pizza dough has to be spoiled. The GM was not happy, in fact, he was pretty upset about it. So how does the freezer break after 2 1/2 years without any problems? One word...Jerrod. Last Wednesday when stock arrived, Jerrod assured Donald that by stacking the boxes vertically (when it should have been horizontally) we were saving space. Results are an extra $130 dollars worth of spoilage added to the $200, so that's

$130
+$200
______
$330 in one week...

good call Jerrod!

Can you imagine how the GM was up his ass? Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Another situation? Sunday, one person was fired, another suspended all on his account...now managers are questioning his ability to perform his duties...in other words, possibly a demotion. Am I getting any pleasure out of this? Not really, of course there may be flare ups every now and then, but Jerrod is a bitch...just like karma.

I think I realized today how happy I am with my life. I was walking to the car to get the digital camera (we ate at Semolina's after Whitney's graduation), and I was thinking about how nice the weather was this afternoon, and then it kinda dawned on me, I LOVE MY LIFE. It was more like a declaration I guess. I love my family, I love myself, I love being spiritual and not religious, I love having a crummy job with shitty pay and stable hours, I love being in school and gaining more knowledge, I love Donald, I love my dogs, I even love the dent on the left side of my car. I know this sounds crazy, but I don't think I could live my life any other way. It's sort of like this natural high that I haven't come down from yet. There will probably be a day that I question anything and everything, but for this moment, for however long it last, I am probably one (of the many) of the happiest people on earth.

The Graduate...Whitney Danielle Gordon

and I must say, her graduation was ghetto...I think more ghetto than mine, of course the nuns stopped the program when people started getting loud and had people escorted out of the building...but her graduation actually had people using horns and what not, it was very entertaining, especially when the Asians got loud...yes...Asians. But here's pictures from dinner, to bad my sperm donor wasn't there, he'd see how beautiful his 3 girls are...oh well, his loss.






some random kid my mom picked up...

and then his hands on her chest...mini perv j/k
me and my mom and my grandma

3 generations

momma and grandma

Randomness...

I can admit that I didn't learn how to do the bus stop until I was in the ninth grade, but that's not my fault!

How come when black people find out that you have a job that sells some kind of "service/product", that they want a discount...Or better yet, something free? It never ceases to amaze me that when someone finds out that I work in a movie theatre, their next question, I PROMISE YOU, will be, "can you get me some free movie passes". I think that if I was able to even get passes, because I can't, I still wouldn't give them out...I mean, I can see a movie for free, I can bring friends to see a movie for free, but I do not get movie passes or even free concession food.

I once again had the opportunity to stay and help out tonight because they were short like 3 people, with 3 people to train. But when I saw the whiny bitch, I said that's ok, I don't need to create a situation, because my mere presence probably would have just provoked him to start another episode of ::dundundun:: The Grand Dramatics. Oh well. He will be OKAY.

Not much else is going on, I start summer classes in less than 2 weeks, and I can't wait, it'll give me an excuse not to be home around my mother who's turning into a lush.

My mom tells me the other day that she wants to quit her job, and knowing her, she might just do it. But then again, it could've been the alcohol talking...She's been drinking A LOT lately, I came home and she was drinking red wine or something like that, last week, everyday that she came home from work, she had herself a nice apple martini, now I've known my mom to smoke under pressure, and I don't mean cancer sticks, but now it seems she's replaced the illegal substances with the bottle. Hopefully whatever phase she's going through will pass, I blame it on pre-menopause...kidding. She also told me that when Dolly comes down for Whitney's graduation, I DON'T even have to speak to her...but then again...again, it might be the alcohol talking.

Your questions answered...

I don't think I've had so many comments pertaining to one post, but I guess the juicier the topic, the more interested these anonymous bloggers are. So here are your questions, and my answers.

NICE Anonymous said...
Hey, I haven't been on in a while I've been a bit busy with finals and all. I hate school. Anyways did you ever get on a register? When did Jerrod get to work? Why does he think you and Dwayne have something going on? Is Dwayne a manager or a supervisor that part was a little confusing? And another part that was confusing about Jerrod. You said that they suspect that he is suspect of what? Why do they think that? And about the sex. I have to ask. You said it was horrible but did you get off on it or in Jerrod's words "[Did you} get anything out of it"? I can't stand when a man is small.

Like NeoDes said above why haven't you had it out with him yet? How is your job search going. I read that you were looking for another job because Jerrod or Wanna or somebody was pissing you off.

response to the nice anon: I hope you did well with finals, I could of done better on mine, but there's always this semester to boost my GPA. I helped out the people who were on registers, there was no point in me getting on one since I was leaving at 9:30 and then having someone UNDER me count my down. I (the supervisor) don't know why he thinks Dwayne (who's a manager) having something going on, he's not that bright obviously. When I say he's suspect, that means he's suspected of being gay. There are a lot of reasons why people think he's gay, he has mannerisms, and a bellyring...I wasn't so much in it for the sex, I was very patient with him and was trying to in more or less words teach him. There's no need for me to even stoop to that level, and have it out with him, what drives him even more to be angry with me is that I don't react to him at all, and that's what he wants. I've been at my job for the past 2 1/2 years, and I'm just tired of being there. Neither Jerrod or Wanna have driven me away, it's to the point where I just dread being there, just time for me to move on. I was actually considering quitting in a week or so, but I'm going to find something else before I just up and quit.


ASSHOLE Anonymous said...
Ok, I know this is totally irrelavant, but if I recall correctly your ass started out on the register too. Now because you making a few dollars more you too good to work it?

response to ASSHOLE anon: You can't have recalled anything because I never said I started out on register. I am the head supervisor, supervisor of the supervisors...I'm not suppose to be on a register, and neither are the supervisors. I never said I was too good to work on a register, being on a register isn't included in my duties, if anything, the supervisors under me will get on before I do. So next time come correct, don't ASSume anything, because ASSumptions are based on ignorance, and when you ASSume, you make an ASS out of yourself. After all, you are posting a comment in MY BLOG as an anonymous blogger, which gives me reason to believe you THINK you might know me. ASS

My mom recently gave me a book, Rich Dad Poor Dad, and I've been reading the hell out of it. It's basically being financially literate If it's one thing I've learned from my mother's mistakes, it's to TRY and keep yourself out of debt. My main goal is to keep my credit GOOD, and by the time I'm 25 (that'll be in 4 years!), I can buy my dream house. Sure, I'm half tempted to max out my main credit card, but that would be so bad in the long run, I am just now getting a hold on the payments, and I'm expecting to pay off the balance by July, that is, if I stick to what I plan on paying. By reading this book, I've been able to balance my payments out evenly, so that I can pay off any accounts that may have a remaning balance, and still have money to set aside for myself and money to save. I'm proud of myself, it's like a mini-plan that works into my regular 5 year plan that I'm still working out. So I guess that Louis Vuitton purse that I want so badly, will remain that Louis Vuitton purse...that I want so badly, for a little while anyways. There's no reason for me to blow any of my future savings on a $1,200 purse, I can always get the fake one :). Hey, when I'm able to do what I really want to do in the future, I can buy whatever the hell I want. I've come up with a new idea for another business, the only problem, is that I suck at drawing, and the only person that could possibly help me (she and I could share the same brain) sux at drawing too. We're both creative when it comes to this stuff, but she's highly more fashionable than I, so all I need is an artist. Anyone up for the job? Can't pay ya yet...we're still in the beginning stages!

I've come to the conclusion that Jerrod is gay. Why? Because he acts like a little bitch. And I mean just that, he pulls the bitchest moves, trying to get a rise out of me. Keyword: TRYING. His attempts are flattering, I mean, thanks for taking time our of your so-called "busy" schedule, to try and get my attention. And instead of acting like the "mature adult" he claims to be, he backslides into high school territory. Want a scenario? Maybe two?


Saturday: We had a meeting that day, and I decided to stay until 9:30 that night to help out because they were short on people. He tries to over-ride me, but he can't because we have the same position, so he goes over my head instead, and still doesn't succeed in getting what he wants: Quinn on a register. Nigga what do I look like getting on a fucking register? So anyways, like planned, I clock out at 9:54, that's 24 minutes after I was suppose to go home, which means I gave that prick an extra 24 minutes of my time to help HIS ass out that night. Well, in more or less words, he is LIVID, and I mean pissssssed. So he goes to the GM, and says "I don't think it's fair that Quinn gets to leave before everyone else (eventho I worked my shift earlier,11-6), and Dwayne shows favoritism to Quinn. I think they might have something going on." End of statement. Bravo asshole, you look like a whiny bitch. I personally thought it was funny, but instead of Jerrod pissing me off, he pissed Dwayne off...poor Jerrod, he did this in vain. I'm sure the GM is going to want to investigate this accusation, I mean, we can't have one of his managers sleeping around with one of his supervisors, why, that's just wrong. ::said with complete sarcasm:: moving on to....



Monday:so Donald calls me in the morning, and aparently, Jerrod is going around telling people at work that we had sex, and he was really upset because he didn't get anything out of it. What did I say? Well, I was his first, he was a virgin, and I'm not the type of person to be mean to anyone, so I wouldn't embarrass him about the size of his penis or how as predicted he sucked horribly (does that make sense?), but you can't expect anything from a virgin, you gotta teach em! But the sad part about him telling people this? They already suspect...that he's suspect. So in the process of trying to fuck my name over, people are questioning your sexual preference. Good job dickhead!

I'm not into pricey things, and I always stay within my budget,even with my Razr, but that was at a discounted price. I saw this picture in my mom's Elle magazine, and I feel bad because I feel like I'm comforming...I really really really really really really want this purse... without Uma...

Guess what's temporarily keeping a smile on my face....notice the keyword temporarily

my brand new toy...don't hate! The best part? It was only $200, and not $500

I can't really say where I've been since my last post, it seems that these past four days have gone by in a blur. I've been feeling kind of down, and that's not normal. I guess you can say I feel somewhat overwhelmed by certain things, and I find myself feeling OVER emotional. I had to go sit in the girls bathroom for about 10 minutes just to clear my head, and in the process of that I started to cry...why? Many reasons, one crazier than the other. I can't really say why I got so upset. My day started off with my sister having to wake me up for that damned meeting today, which was for 9. The meeting didn't start until 9:30, so I was pissed because I woke up early and didn't have to. Then when the GM called on me to ask for my input, I sat there in silence, which isn't like me at all. I had a million things to say and didn't utter one word. I might as well have been a mute. Then the day slowly went on, and I became more and more anxious, possibly because I was hungry or tired...or both. Then in the middle of my shift, one of those thieving bitches stole $30 out of my purse. Now I don't carry cash, and the time that I actually decide to some idiot steals it. I've never had anything stolen from me, but I was pretty upset about it. I felt so violated and angry, I just wanted to scream. Then Donald and I got into a fight while we at work, I swear he can be an asshole sometimes. But the icing on the cake was when Wanna said something to piss me off tonight, she caught herself trying to be Jerrod's little messenger, and eventhough it was so small, I got really upset and sat in the girls bathroom until they came looking for me. Dwayne says he doesn't like to see me in this state, he's not use to Quinn not being bubbly and happy. I'm not use to feeling this way either, it sux.

Tonight, after I got off of work, I went to the 24 hour Walgreens on Read and Lakeforest to get my bottle of water like I usually do. Now it's like 12:15, and the line is long as hell. So I grab my Aquafina and got in line. So, this guy gets behind me, and he has on a cutoff t-shirt. He takes this can of what I assume to be deodorant and starts spraying underneath his arms...I thought it to be hilarious, you can never put ghetto-ness past black people. Then he starts making comments about how he likes girls with braces and girls with real hair, and I'm like ugh, gross. He's putting on what clearly looks like Secret deodorant spray with a cutoff shirt and flabby arms, and he looks like he could be about my mom's age talking about going to the club so he can't be funky. Then he said something like "for real, I just want your number" he could have said something else because I was distracted by the smell of his breath. I didn't want to be mean so all I said was no thanx. So I got out of there, only for him and his "boys" to pull up next to me in a Hummer...he sat in the back seat. This guy is steadily trying to get my number, and by this time, I was getting kind of nervous. So I get on the interstate...and I'm doing like 95 mph, and I get off on the Morrison exit...only for that guy to make it seem like he was following me to my house. Luckily, I was somewhat ahead of him and he couldn't pull into the gate without the code.

Me and my dogs





and yes, I do have a lot of love for them...

Can I say blessed?

Nah I'm kidding...Donald thought it might be funny to take pictures of my boobs when we went to Semolina's... anywho, there's an employee meeting Saturday at my job, and unfortunately, the one I decide that I'm NOT going to go to, I have to go because my GM wants to have a meeting with Jerrod and I. ::Thinks to self:: I wonder what that will be about...but I already know. I've decided that I'm going to join a gym, I feel so fat. I'm not fat, far from it in fact, I'm just...jiggly. All I have to do is find a gym...and commit to exercising and losing weight, or toning up as Dwayne would put it. I'm actually considering buying Gilmore Girls on DVD, but I also said that about Dawson's Creek and Buffy the Vampire Slayer...and I have bought none so far.

My sister's Graduation is on the 25th, and God knows I am dreading it. I know that sounds bad, I love my sister to death, but I have the attention span of a 6 year old. It's going to be BEYOND boring, and I will find myself texting people, ignoring phone calls, playing in my hair or with my nails, I might even memorize the program...front and back. I told my sister already that I didn't plan on staying after they called her name, and she had a hissy fit. My mom probably won't let me leave, especially since my FATHER'S mother Dolly, will be there. WOW MUCH? I haven't seen this woman since I was 11 years old, she sided with my father when my parents divorced eventho he was at fault *I mean c'mon, if my son left his wife for a white woman he was cheating with while his wife was PREGNANT, I would have quickly come to her defense* She hasn't called to wish me or any of my sister's a happy birthday, Merry Christmas, hell, she hasn't even called to say hello. She wasn't at MY graduation, but all of a sudden she feels the need to be apart of our lives by coming to Whitney's? I would tell her fuck ya later, see you in hell! But she's not my dad, she probably feels bad because she raised such a crummy human being. I'm being an asshole...I know, but I don't associate with anyone on THAT side of the family, except for my aunt Jackie and my cousin Summer who actually give a damn about me and my sisters. But I'll stop talking about the Gordon's before I upset myself, that's a very sensitive subject.

So in other news...finals are over! Woohoo! How did I do? A...B...and the dreaded C. This may sound crazy to some...but I'm taking that Accounting class over...I mean, does it really make sense for me to move on to the next level of Accounting if I can't get the basics down? I don't think so, so I'm setting my pride aside, and taking the class over, and I promise, I will make an A...even if I have to take it 10 times!

Philosophy of Life
GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.
GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing up is mandatory; growing old is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Clause.
2) You don't believe in Santa Clause.
3) You are Santa Clause.
4) You look like Santa Claues.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . having friends.At age 16 success is having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . having friends.
At age 80 success is . not peeing in your pants.

ok now the real post...

My mom had sooooooo much fun tonight, I was really happy to see that she was happy. Being together with my family is so special to me. I love my mom and sisters so much, and just being with them tonight has made me appreciate them even more and thank God that they are in my lives. I couldn't ask for a better family. After dinner, which was $150 (priceless when you're with your loved ones) we went and saw Crash. I don't think I've ever been so touched by a movie. I encourage everyone to go see it...:) see if before House of Wax tho! The movie is a reminder that life really is short, and we should take advantage of every breath we take, and live each day like it's our last. Life is such a blessing.

Mother's Day...

My beautiful mother...and her 3 girls

I'm such a kid

my mommy was kinda tipsy off the Long Island Ice Tea...

the stove...






































Whitney missed it the first time

the 2nd is a charmer!



a heart for my mother




and the end results which is in my refrigerator :)