Saturday, October 29, 2011


My boss came to me and said that she needed to talk to me in her office. I didn't know what was going on but I went in with an open mind anyway. She started out asking me if I was ok and I said yes. My open mind was now shut. What did she want me in here for? I sat in the chair and proceeded to listen to what she was about to say. She said that she had gotten offered the position of Dean (a higher position) and that she accepted the position. So with her accepting that position, that means she would be moving from our department and our building. I did not express any emotion at that point and I continued to listen.

My boss took a deep breath and said, "You are moving with me." I didn't know what to say. I had so much going on inside at that point because instead of thinking of me, I thought of all the 70 people I work with and I was just one admin and how they would be lost without me. I started to think of what they would say when the announcement would be made that I was moving out of my department. Then my boss said that the move should take place real soon. That is now the talk around the office of what they will do without me being there. I want to be excited but I do not know what to feel. It's like a bittersweet moment.

I know I will be in a better looking office and I am so grateful that I still have a job and I also know it will give me an opportunity to move up. I have packed up everything in my office and there are 5 boxes sitting there. The people that used to come by and say hello says that they just can't come down the hall like they used to because they can't bear to see me leave. They see the boxes sitting there and says that it just don't feel the same. They are happy that my boss chose me to go with her but they are definitely not happy that I have to leave. I know it can't go both ways. I am so used to the office being somewhat noisy with people coming in and out, people down the hallway...and this week has been the quietest week EVER!! All I know is that moving day will be approaching soon and I have to go and I tell the people in my department that they can come and visit me in my new office but they say it just will not be the same.

Puppy sitting

I have never really been a fan of having animals myself but when my daughter's friend gave us a puppy at the beginning of the year for free, I went on and agreed because it put a smile on our children faces to have a dog....and I was the first one who said that I would NEVER get a dog. Well when the puppy died a few months ago from Parvo (a disease that dogs get) again, I said that I do not want to get another dog.

Hubby asked me one day not too long ago if we could get another dog. I was adamant about my decision and said no, no, no, no, no. I did not want the children to get attached like they did before and I was content on how things were. Well one night, after I came home from my class, the children met me at the car and said, "It wasn't our idea, it was his (speaking of hubby) and I asked them what it was and they said that we had a puppy. I knew it wasn't April Fool's Day but somehow I felt like I was getting punked.

I got out the car and walked inside and asked hubby if there was a puppy here, he smiled and pretended he didn't know what I was talking about...until I heard some barking outside. I looked at hubby and even though I was upset that he strictly went against my wishes, I said, ok what's the story behind the puppy being here. He said that it was a friend of his puppy and that now the friend is being charged $200.00 a month for the puppy to be there and that the puppy just had nowhere else to go....and I looked at him again and said, "So you said the puppy can stay here?" And I said, "I hope it's temporarily, right?" Hubby was silent and started humming like he didn't hear me. I told him that he should have consulted me first.

Well after having this puppy for a week, both of our children went to the fair and left me and hubby with the puppy. At first we had the puppy out on the patio but she started whining because she is used to the children (mainly our daughter) tending to her and her whining actually made me feel sorry for her, so hubby made her a bed on the floor next to the couch where I was sitting so the puppy can lay there. She wanted to run around but I told her that she was going to sit right here until the children come home. The puppy knew something was different but she stayed right there. I never would have imagined me doing this in a million years. Now here I am puppy sitting!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The day the squirrel went beserk...AGAIN.

If you have never heard about the squirrel that went beserk in a Mississippi church, you may want to see this video before proceeding.... ..... but if you have heard about the Mississippi church who had a squirrel in it, then here is a story for you.

It all started Friday evening at work, most of the people had gone home and the supervisor was out to some meeting and that left me, a student assistant, and about one or two people in the building. It was almost close to 4:00 (closing time) and I was just finishing up a few things on the computer....I was just typing away, when.......I heard this man down the hall say that he thinks a squirrel got in the building. I stopped typing and began to listen to the conversation because I know if a squirrel had gotten into the building, that I may need to leave before 4:00. I walked to where the student assistant was sitting and asked her if she heard the man say he think a squirrel got in the building and she told me that I must have good ears because she didn't hear anything.

When I looked down the hall, there were two instructors standing there with a student and I kindly interrupted thier conversation and said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to be nosey and get in your conversation, but did you say that you think a squirrel got in THIS building." One of the instructors said that he thinks he saw it out of the corner of his eye but he wasn't sure. The student then said that as he opened the door to come inside, a squirrel got in but don't know where it went. I immediately grabbed my purse and figured that we should shut down and get the heck out of there. One of the instuctors (A TYPICAL MAN) was trying to act macho and say that it was just a squirrel and that it won't hurt ya. But don't squirrels carry rabies and such if they bite you!!! My point exactly!!

Well no one knew where this squirrel ran to, but I know it wasn't in my office and I already had keys and purse in hand, so I don't know why they were still pondering if they should leave or not so me and the student assistant got our things and we left. Well Saturday and Sunday passed and Monday rolled on around and we didn't really think anymore of the squirrel until someone mentioned they heard something in their office. I was like WHOA!! I HOPE IT'S NOT IN MY OFFICE OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO TAKE LEAVE and go back home. It was not in my office but when the instructor went in her office, she said that papers were scattered everywhere and there were little animal droppings in her office. We all were on the edge.....she sat at her desk and said that she could hear some scratching in a desk drawer and when she slowly pulled it out, there was the squirrel. Now I am sure inquiring minds want to know how this squirrel got in the drawer in the first place. It had been in her office the entire weekend.....just thinking about it makes me want to spray everything down with bleach.

So she said that when she left, she shut the door and just left the window open all weekend. Not to mention that a thief could have come in the window and took the computer and stuff but she said she was just hoping if she left the window open that the squirrel would go out the window. When we all walked in on Tuesday, you could hear a pin drop because we wanted to know what happened to the must have found its way out the window because he was no longer in the drawer of the instructor's office. I know one thing, I would never use that drawer again....EVER!!!

Monday, October 17, 2011

Never mess with a black woman's hair!!

Some black women may want to wear their hair natural, or kinky or whatever the term is today and I'm cool with that. I mean, it's your hair, you can wear it however you want to wear it but don't get upset with me about how I want my hair. Well, this weekend hubby was grilling a few things and so I figured that since he was grilling, that I would volunteer and go and pick up his medicine from the pharmacy since it was suppose to close at 6p.m. I looked up at the clock and said to myself that I had better go on to the pharmacy since it was almost close to closing.

As I was walking out of the house, hubby decided that he would water his newly growing collard greens that he had set out and I specifically said to him, "Let me get by so that I can get in the car and go and pick up your medicine." I knew he wanted to be playing around and just spray me with the hose and I specifically said to hubby, "You can spray me all you want, BUT DO NOT SPRAY NO WATER IN MY HAIR." He decided to continue to play and skeet bits of water here and there, as if to spray me. I then gave him THE LOOK.

As I was getting in the car, hubby took it upon himself to spray the hose a little harder and sure enough, the water hit my hair and some got in the car as well. He laughed so hard, but I did not see anything funny. I immediately got out the car door and walked back toward the house and told him that I was going to go and pack my bags and leave. (Keep in mind that I really need to get to the pharmacy) He was still laughing and asked where was I going...I told him that I didn't know and that he had pissed me off so I was packing my things and leave. I told him that I really don't have time and that I was going to pick up his medicine and that I would finish this when I got back.

I returned home and hubby had a friend in the yard as he was still grilling and I walked toward the door and hubby asked if I was still going to pack and I said yes. He apologized and said that he was sorry for spraying water in my hair. I wasn't really going to pack, it's just the principle that I asked for water not to be sprayed in my hair and even though I know he wanted to be in a playful mood, I was trying to get to the pharmacy so I can get back to doing my homework. So hubby said that he now knows not to mess with a black woman's hair.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Mushroom Saga

I used to really like mushrooms with my juicy steak off the grill, along with my sauteed onions...YUM. I use the words "used to" loosely because I think I might be changing my view of mushrooms. I am taking this substance abuse class at the university and so hubby and I were watching television and it talked about how mushrooms were once considered a drug. I wish I could have had a rewind button because I know they didn't say what I thought they said...yeah they said exactly what I thought they said. Anyhoo, I told hubby that I don't think I want any more mushrooms and he said that the kind we eat are not poisonous and that I didn't have to worry.

Well on another note, hubby decided to cook something (I don't even remember what it was) and he took it upon himself to try a different mushroom from what I was used to eating. And these things were big (I don't do big mushrooms, it's just my thing) and floppy (yuk), not like the little ones that he has always sauteed for me. Soooooo, I looked at these giant floppy fungi and told hubby that I am not eating those mushrooms. He said that I haven't even tried them and don't know if I like them or not....I don't care if Abraham, Issac, Jacob, Daniel and the Hebrew boys put them mushrooms on my plate, I wasn't going to try them.

Well about two, maybe three days had passed and hubby finally put my steak on the grill and he sauteed them onions at the same time and I knew this was going to have to be entered in a delicious steak of the month club because hubby always has good steaks off the grill. As he presented my plate to me, I looked down at it and almost felt like Shug Avery when Mister brought her that food and she threw it at the wall. Hubby had the audacity to put mushrooms on my steak, after I asked him not to....AND....(yall ready for this???) he also had the audacity to put them big ole floppy mushrooms on it too...BUT...he had them disquised as the little mushrooms that I like...he actually took the big floopy shrooms and cut them up, as if I wouldn't know the difference. He asked me how was my steak and I told him that I would let him know as soon as I scrape them mushrooms off...

He paused....and I told him that I know these were not the same mushrooms....and again he paused like he was just caught red-handed and then he said, "How did you know?" Duh, I just know what I like and I told him to stop trying to trick me, even though he claims this was his first time. The mushroom saga continues.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Animals are smarter than humans

I don't believe that for one single minute that animals are smarter than humans. I was in the bathroom getting ready for work when I heard something on television that said animals are smarter than humans. I did not go and see who was saying it or what show it was, I was just listening. Here are a few reasons why I think animals are not smarter than humans.

1. They can't drive.
2. They poo and pee all over the place.
3. They can't read or write.
4. They have to wait for someone to give them their food.
5. They lick their own balls and bathe with their tongue.
6. They can't get a job.
7. They can't go on dates.
8. They can't tell me how much they love me.
9. They can't let themselves back in if they get locked out of the house.
10. They abandon their young to go and get more puppies
11. And lastly, they screw any and everything....oh wait....some humans do that too.