crooked letter, I presents...

...another random blog.

It has been so long since I wrote about something aside from my mundane life. I have a drafted "angry" blog, but I feel as if the moment has passed and it doesn't even make sense for me to post it. Anyway...

Do any of you work with the "Is something wrong?" guy? My God, every-damn-day, he stands in front of my cube "checking on me". He is getting on my nerves. I'm thinking that he feels some sort of guilt. When I came in on Friday, I overheard my name when he was speaking to my supervisor. I startled him when he saw me and then all of a sudden he says, "Hey **gubment name**"...a little too nervously for my taste. I'm already paranoid, so I assumed that he may have been in the process of trying to throw me under the bus. I happily walked my ass around to his cube and stood there while he finished speaking with my supervior. After they finished their discussion, I confronted him. He was overly nice then...praising me and whatnot.

My coworkers in my department say that since I've been there, everything has been 99% better as far as this dude is concerned. Apparently, he likes to dictate minus the clout. He is really short with people and has no sense of accountability. But for some reason, according to them, he is afraid of me. He has never said anything crazy to me to my face and I'm sure that after I confronted him on Friday, he won't dare try me. It's funny b/c I am so non-threatening. I'm 5'3" on a good day and petite. I'm not sure if it's my race, 'fro or this "make 'em think you crazy" look that I like to sport. I could care less if he's walking on eggshells around me, all I want to do is my job and do it well. So far, so good. I've been getting nothing but kudos...so, he SHOULD BE scared.

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While playing around on the internet, I came across this picture of Lau.ryn Hill...

I'm not sure if she's loc'd, twisted, braided or what in this picture but I love the shape of her do'. It may be a little difficult for me to achieve since my sides are shorter than the top of my hair, but it motivated me to keep pushin'. This is what my coil-outs look like now:

This is either 3rd or 5th day hair b/c I'm lazy as hell, but maybe in 6 months or so, my hair may be as full as Laur.yn's in that picture. I also love the richness of her hair color but me and black hair dye parted ways last December after my second trip to the doctor over that PPD allergic reaction. So...that's a wrap on that.

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This past Sunday, I did the "Making Stri.des Against Brea.st Cancer" walk with my lil man. Now, I WAS supposed to do the walk with a group. Only one person showed up. The others gave me one reason or another as to why they couldn't make it. Plus, it was rainy and cold that morning. For a minute, I wondered if I was even going to do it. I was all emotional that morning too. But I was determined. Since my mom died, there may have been one year out of the ten that I didn't do it. But honestly, if you feel really strongly about something, it doesn't matter if anyone else will be around. I did it for me and enjoyed my myself.

They had a mini-warm-up before the race, during which they played the Cha Cha Sli.de and the Cu.pid Shuf.fle. Now, the former is J's jam (albeit he has no rhythm whatsoever and I will work hard at remedying that, lol.) And the latter...well, most of ya'll should know that I don't play when it comes to my Cu.pid Shuf.fle.

It's funny b/c I had J out there in the crowd, guiding him as the moves changed. It made me remember when my mom used to just randomly start dancing in grocery/convenience stores, parking lots, etc. and how that would embarass the hell outta me. J, on the other hand, was a trooper. We were laughing the whole time. We forgot about the cold and the drizzle and kept it moving. So, it was a good time had by all...and hopefully, my mom was watching us and having a hearty laugh as well.