So today I want to talk about something that I have done my best to eliminate from my vocabulary, regret. Now regret is defined by dictionary.com as a feeling of sadness or repentance for something that has occurred. I am not saying that I don't have feelings and I am definitely not saying that I don't feel that I make or have made mistakes. What I am saying is that I have learned to try to accept things as my reality.
Now if you think this is easy, well let me tell you it isn't. I have learned that everything happens for a reason. I know, I know, I sound like a bumper sticker. Let me explain this a little. I have had a crazy life. Full of ups and downs due to my awesome decisions, not. A good friend of mine taught me that a hard head makes for a soft ass but that's another story. The best example I can provide that support my theory is the prayer of serenity. "Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change." In a nut shell that's what it's about, acceptance.
Would have, could have, and should have should all be eliminated from your vocabulary. If you didn't do something correct the first time or at all. LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKE. So that you can get it right if the situation comes back up.
In every tragedy there is a lesson. How many people have been saved from near death experiences because something has happened to divert them from their overall destination? Example, I was always in a rush when I was running late. One day I was in the car with my best male friend. We were stuck in traffic and I was upset of course. He told me "Yo Chucky (don't ask), calm down. You don't know why there is traffic. This traffic could be keeping you from death. As we began to drive up, we found that the traffic was from a car accident. If I would have left my house 5 minutes earlier it could have been me in that accident. From then on I told myself everything happens for a reason.
Try your best to live life without regrets. If you are going to love, love with your WHOLE heart. So what you've been hurt or cheated on etc. If you choose a different caliber of male/female you may not have to worry about it again. If something doesn’t go as it should, try not to get upset. Think of alternatives or reasons why things didn’t go right and fix them (if you can).
In my personal experience I found that I encounter many people who are going through things I have gone through. Instead of dwelling on my past and consuming myself with pity I speak of my experiences and advise the person on different things they can do to improve their personal situation. I can only advise. People do what they want after that. I can't say I don't tell them I told you so because I do. I wouldn't be me if I didn't.
Is your life full of regret? What can you do to change this and how will you change it?
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011
What makes for great sex?
Sex can be the best as long as you keep it safe, you are clean, and your partner is clean. Let's face it no one wants to have sex with someone who has Herpachlyminosis. (Don't worry that is something I made up so please hit stop on your Google browsers.) I want to know, what sex makes great sex?
Is it going at it for hours upon hours without end only stopping for an occasional bathroom break or a drink of water? Is it getting pounded or pounding out your partner in rapid manor? Is it about the size? I’m not just talking penis size. Let's talk honest, no one likes a flabby vagina. You know the kind I'm referring to, the ones that swallow the 10 inch round penis' and still have room for more.
For me great sex consists of many things. I need great sexual chemistry with a person. I am not saying the person needs to be good looking. You can have great sexual chemistry with someone that looks like the ass end of an elephant. There's this feeling of attraction that you feel when you are around the person. Your loins begin throbbing and you don't know why.
Another aspect of great sex for me is the person needs to be close to my level. I don't want to have sex with someone who decides that missionary is the best thing since slice bread and will not try anything else. Guys, it’s like those women that just lay there still and say nothing. What a waste of a vagina! I need variety. I need adventure. When I say adventure I do not mean that I want to be strapped to the hood of a moving vehicle while you attempt to put it in. I do like living.
While a quickie is always good when you have guests and have snuck into the bathroom with your significant other. A quickie cannot be the standard of every day sex. Give me at least 20-30 minutes with 10 minute breaks in between sessions. I don’t want to go for 5 hours at a time. Eventually I will get bored and will start thinking about my errands.
There are so many other things I can talk about that makes sex the best thing ever but i want to hear from my readers. What makes for great sex in your opinion?
Is it going at it for hours upon hours without end only stopping for an occasional bathroom break or a drink of water? Is it getting pounded or pounding out your partner in rapid manor? Is it about the size? I’m not just talking penis size. Let's talk honest, no one likes a flabby vagina. You know the kind I'm referring to, the ones that swallow the 10 inch round penis' and still have room for more.
For me great sex consists of many things. I need great sexual chemistry with a person. I am not saying the person needs to be good looking. You can have great sexual chemistry with someone that looks like the ass end of an elephant. There's this feeling of attraction that you feel when you are around the person. Your loins begin throbbing and you don't know why.
Another aspect of great sex for me is the person needs to be close to my level. I don't want to have sex with someone who decides that missionary is the best thing since slice bread and will not try anything else. Guys, it’s like those women that just lay there still and say nothing. What a waste of a vagina! I need variety. I need adventure. When I say adventure I do not mean that I want to be strapped to the hood of a moving vehicle while you attempt to put it in. I do like living.
While a quickie is always good when you have guests and have snuck into the bathroom with your significant other. A quickie cannot be the standard of every day sex. Give me at least 20-30 minutes with 10 minute breaks in between sessions. I don’t want to go for 5 hours at a time. Eventually I will get bored and will start thinking about my errands.
There are so many other things I can talk about that makes sex the best thing ever but i want to hear from my readers. What makes for great sex in your opinion?
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Cheesy or Romantic
So a very special person that I hold dear to my heart loves to express himself in music. Those that know me know that I love all the artsy stuff. I love music, poetry, art, etc. Last night during our conversation he decided he wanted to express himself through music. Playing various compilations of music in order to say what he could not say in words.
Honestly, I was in awe. I was definitely smiling from ear to ear but I was trying to play it cool. Sometimes I play coy so that I can hear the words directly from the person. I mean let's be serious; one can easily take a friendly gesture in the wrong context when the imagination takes over.
Then the greatest words ever left his mouth. "I am going to make you a mix tape." Now for you youngens that have no idea what tapes are they are these small rectangular things that we used to use in the 90's before CD's to play music. For you old folks, please don’t confuse tapes with 8 tracks. They are two totally different medians of music.
Ah, the good ol mix tape. I'm not talking about a Lil Wayne "mix tape" that can be purchased off of ITunes. I asked him to be sure that he didn't mean a mix CD. He confirmed a mix tape and said I needed to find a way to play it. Anywho, the mix tape in this particular case would be music that is recorded on a cassette tape that one selects to speak from the soul. People in the 80's would give mix tapes to people they were courting and or dumping.
Since we are now in the age of technology I think that this is really sweet and thoughtful. I was just wondering if my readers though this was cheesy or a nice romantic gesture?
Honestly, I was in awe. I was definitely smiling from ear to ear but I was trying to play it cool. Sometimes I play coy so that I can hear the words directly from the person. I mean let's be serious; one can easily take a friendly gesture in the wrong context when the imagination takes over.
Then the greatest words ever left his mouth. "I am going to make you a mix tape." Now for you youngens that have no idea what tapes are they are these small rectangular things that we used to use in the 90's before CD's to play music. For you old folks, please don’t confuse tapes with 8 tracks. They are two totally different medians of music.
Ah, the good ol mix tape. I'm not talking about a Lil Wayne "mix tape" that can be purchased off of ITunes. I asked him to be sure that he didn't mean a mix CD. He confirmed a mix tape and said I needed to find a way to play it. Anywho, the mix tape in this particular case would be music that is recorded on a cassette tape that one selects to speak from the soul. People in the 80's would give mix tapes to people they were courting and or dumping.
Since we are now in the age of technology I think that this is really sweet and thoughtful. I was just wondering if my readers though this was cheesy or a nice romantic gesture?
Monday, July 25, 2011
I am Rich and you might be too...
In a conversation that I had with my children today we discussed what made a person rich. My daughter began the conversation with a statement about her friend. "My friend said she was rich but I went to her house and I don’t think she is." I then began to explain to my daughter that money does not make a person rich. Although, money can make your life more comfortable there are plenty of things that can make you a rich person. In my opinion, as long as you have a place to live, have clothes on your back, never go hungry, have people who love you, and have a relationship with God (or whatever you call him); well you are Rich.
A person can be rich in family. Not everyone in this world is blessed to have a family. There are many tragedies that rip families apart. Hell, there are many family members themselves that rip families apart. If you look around you and you have any kind of family around, then you are rich in family. They may not be the best family in the world but none of us can choose our blood.
A person can be rich in friends. You never know the importance in having someone to talk to until you have no one to talk to. I am not saying you need 800 friends to be rich in friends, it only takes one. You need someone you can text when your day goes wrong or when you are drunk out of your mind and need someone to talk you out of calling your ex.
A person can be rich in life, culture and knowledge. I mean I can go on and on for hours but I really don't think I need to do so. I know that personally, I am rich. I may live paycheck to paycheck trying to make a dollar out of 75 cents but I have a family who loves me. I have friends that I wouldn't trade for the world. I live to learn new things. I yearn for growth as a person. I have a giving heart. I have my own working relationship with God. I do everything I can to the best of my ability. So yes, I AM rich.
A lot of people in this world tend to take everything they have for granted. One of my superiors when I was in the Corps pulled me aside one day because I was in a frantic state over something I had no control over, he said to me: "Devil, It can always be worse, you could be living on the street and even then it still can always be worse." That changed my point of view on life.
I hope the people who read this don't feel this was me boasting about the things I have but instead, take a minute to re-evaluate what they have and hold dear to their souls and realize that they are just as rich as me. If not even more so. Pinkies up, Mon Amis.
A person can be rich in family. Not everyone in this world is blessed to have a family. There are many tragedies that rip families apart. Hell, there are many family members themselves that rip families apart. If you look around you and you have any kind of family around, then you are rich in family. They may not be the best family in the world but none of us can choose our blood.
A person can be rich in friends. You never know the importance in having someone to talk to until you have no one to talk to. I am not saying you need 800 friends to be rich in friends, it only takes one. You need someone you can text when your day goes wrong or when you are drunk out of your mind and need someone to talk you out of calling your ex.
A person can be rich in life, culture and knowledge. I mean I can go on and on for hours but I really don't think I need to do so. I know that personally, I am rich. I may live paycheck to paycheck trying to make a dollar out of 75 cents but I have a family who loves me. I have friends that I wouldn't trade for the world. I live to learn new things. I yearn for growth as a person. I have a giving heart. I have my own working relationship with God. I do everything I can to the best of my ability. So yes, I AM rich.
A lot of people in this world tend to take everything they have for granted. One of my superiors when I was in the Corps pulled me aside one day because I was in a frantic state over something I had no control over, he said to me: "Devil, It can always be worse, you could be living on the street and even then it still can always be worse." That changed my point of view on life.
I hope the people who read this don't feel this was me boasting about the things I have but instead, take a minute to re-evaluate what they have and hold dear to their souls and realize that they are just as rich as me. If not even more so. Pinkies up, Mon Amis.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
WTF moment #161
Thanks to FaceBook and Twitpic a lot of people share their WTF moments online with the world. Unfortunately I am slow finding my phone to capture the pictures when these moments arise. So I never have any proof of the horror but, then again sparing some folks my WTF moments can be a good thing. For example, right now as I type my daughter is carrying around her bean bag with my 2 year old sitting in it holding a bunch of stuffed animals. WTF?! They are kids having fun though.
Those are definitely not the WTF moments I am talking about. I am talking about the moments where you see the girl walking down the street with all the colors of the rainbow in her hair. Or two guys stealing a manhole cover in broad day light. I have seen some of the WTF moments of a lot of friends and they serve as entertainment especially on a bad day.
Today at the CVS in my town I witnessed a true WTF moment. I was waiting in line to pay for the milk and there was a couple at the register. The guys shirt was partially up in the back, leaving part of his lower back exposed. He didn't have on a belt and his shorts were starting to slide down. As he lifted his shirt to pull up his pants, all I saw was a bunch of red pimples on the top of his ass cheek. Then as he pulled up his pants you could tell he was commando. Now I'm all for commando don't get me wrong but this guy really needed to be wearing some underwear because it was disgusting. So nasty, that I turned my head to look behind me. Just as I did that I noticed the patron behind me in line began to laugh because she had just witnessed the horror and my face said it all. I don’t know what part made it worse. The fact that he was overweight, the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear, the fact that he had all them damn pimples on his ass (vomits a little), or that he had all that against him and he was married. I don’t know about you guys but I'm not doing the hibbity dibbity with a guy that looks like he has the mumps on his ass cheeks. It was really that bad.
I mean I know you guys have witnessed some terrible WTF moments. So I’m sure comparing my story to yours would be like comparing apples to oranges. While they are all fruit they are totally different. With that being said, what are some of your WTF moments?
Those are definitely not the WTF moments I am talking about. I am talking about the moments where you see the girl walking down the street with all the colors of the rainbow in her hair. Or two guys stealing a manhole cover in broad day light. I have seen some of the WTF moments of a lot of friends and they serve as entertainment especially on a bad day.
Today at the CVS in my town I witnessed a true WTF moment. I was waiting in line to pay for the milk and there was a couple at the register. The guys shirt was partially up in the back, leaving part of his lower back exposed. He didn't have on a belt and his shorts were starting to slide down. As he lifted his shirt to pull up his pants, all I saw was a bunch of red pimples on the top of his ass cheek. Then as he pulled up his pants you could tell he was commando. Now I'm all for commando don't get me wrong but this guy really needed to be wearing some underwear because it was disgusting. So nasty, that I turned my head to look behind me. Just as I did that I noticed the patron behind me in line began to laugh because she had just witnessed the horror and my face said it all. I don’t know what part made it worse. The fact that he was overweight, the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear, the fact that he had all them damn pimples on his ass (vomits a little), or that he had all that against him and he was married. I don’t know about you guys but I'm not doing the hibbity dibbity with a guy that looks like he has the mumps on his ass cheeks. It was really that bad.
I mean I know you guys have witnessed some terrible WTF moments. So I’m sure comparing my story to yours would be like comparing apples to oranges. While they are all fruit they are totally different. With that being said, what are some of your WTF moments?
The Infamous Boob shelf
Many women across the world know exactly what the boob shelf is, but do the guys know? I broke down the boob shelf to my little cousin today and had my aunt cosign on exactly what it was. The boob shelf: A storage area for fallen objects in or around the breast area.
Now there are two types of boob shelves, it will always depend on the shirt that the woman is wearing. If a woman has fairly big breasts and she is wearing a shirt that shows no cleavage, the boob shelf will catch everything on top of the shirt. It sucks when sauce falls on the shelf cause it makes your breasts look like you were feeding them. Now dropping crumbs on the boob shelf can really serve for comic relief. Here's an example, one day I had eaten chips or something at my desk at work. I had gotten up and proceeded on my way to the bathroom. I briefly looked down and had found that my boob shelf was full of crumbs. So I began to wipe it off. As I looked up there were about 6 engineers looking up at me. All their mouths were wide open and then they began to laugh. I mean it was equally embarrassing for me as it was for them. Now I am mindful of when I wipe my boobs.
The second kind of boob shelf is the hidden one. This occurs when you are wearing a shirt with little or a lot of cleavage. Basically what happens is, things fall down your shirt without your knowledge. Leaving it possible for a later snack(gross) or a mortifying surprise. There is nothing funnier than taking your bra off after you have gotten home from a long day and having food and/or objects fall out. I've had all kinds of things fall out of my bra. From food to change. Ladies, ever find a small fortune in your bra? How about a quarter stuck to your bossom? Guys may not understand this one and might even think it weird but it is what ladies go through sometimes.
Well after explaining the boob shelf to my cousin, she looked at me like i was crazy of course. One day she will learn what I meant and she might find it amusing. Which brings me to this, why did I find a sesame seed on my damn boob when i got home? I laughed so hard then, I thought about this; What if I was having an intimate experience and the guy found a sesame seed suck to my boob? Would he eat it? Would he think I was nasty? Would he laugh as my face turned beet red? I really don't know the answer to these but I do know that from now on I will be extra visual as to what falls down on to and into my boob shelf.
Has anyone ever found anything crazy in their or someone else's boob shelf?
Inquiring minds want to know....
Now there are two types of boob shelves, it will always depend on the shirt that the woman is wearing. If a woman has fairly big breasts and she is wearing a shirt that shows no cleavage, the boob shelf will catch everything on top of the shirt. It sucks when sauce falls on the shelf cause it makes your breasts look like you were feeding them. Now dropping crumbs on the boob shelf can really serve for comic relief. Here's an example, one day I had eaten chips or something at my desk at work. I had gotten up and proceeded on my way to the bathroom. I briefly looked down and had found that my boob shelf was full of crumbs. So I began to wipe it off. As I looked up there were about 6 engineers looking up at me. All their mouths were wide open and then they began to laugh. I mean it was equally embarrassing for me as it was for them. Now I am mindful of when I wipe my boobs.
The second kind of boob shelf is the hidden one. This occurs when you are wearing a shirt with little or a lot of cleavage. Basically what happens is, things fall down your shirt without your knowledge. Leaving it possible for a later snack(gross) or a mortifying surprise. There is nothing funnier than taking your bra off after you have gotten home from a long day and having food and/or objects fall out. I've had all kinds of things fall out of my bra. From food to change. Ladies, ever find a small fortune in your bra? How about a quarter stuck to your bossom? Guys may not understand this one and might even think it weird but it is what ladies go through sometimes.
Well after explaining the boob shelf to my cousin, she looked at me like i was crazy of course. One day she will learn what I meant and she might find it amusing. Which brings me to this, why did I find a sesame seed on my damn boob when i got home? I laughed so hard then, I thought about this; What if I was having an intimate experience and the guy found a sesame seed suck to my boob? Would he eat it? Would he think I was nasty? Would he laugh as my face turned beet red? I really don't know the answer to these but I do know that from now on I will be extra visual as to what falls down on to and into my boob shelf.
Has anyone ever found anything crazy in their or someone else's boob shelf?
Inquiring minds want to know....
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Hot in Hurr....
So ever since the days of the E-club in Yuma, Arizona I have not been able to escape this song. It was then and still is one of my favorite songs. Not because of the profound lyrics but because this beat used to fill me soul like something you can't even imagine. Man, i made Nina of the Nina pop look amateur when I danced to this. My favorite line was and still is, "checking your reflection and telling your best friend like, girl i think my butt getting big."
My best friend is blessed with the ass and I had the breast. While I do have a mean under booty. You know, the kind that's fat on the bottom and flat on top, she was the " good gracious ass is bodacious". So standing next to her I always felt substandard. It really is a nice ass tho. But I digress. I was reminded of this song like 2 years ago when I had met up with an old friend that I hadn't seen in a while and knew since my days in the Corps. He invited me to his house because some friends were over and they still had the DJ equipment set up from a party the weekend before. So we were hanging out for a while and he stops and says "I'll be back, I got something for you." He goes upstairs and as he is coming downstairs it comes on. "Its getting hot in here so take off all your clothes."
I laughed and told him that he took it way back on that one, as he reminded me that I sang that song ALL the time and used to drive I'm crazy with it. To me it was an eye opener. Him and I had always had a special kind of relationship. Very much love- hate. Me, throwing him out in the middle of the night, and him referencing me to the girl from the big comfy couch. Yes, I didn't talk to him for a long time after that one but I guess our score was even. For him to go out of his way and play this song for me which was he furthest thing from my mind I knew I held a special place.
Today with this heat I thought about him and this song and about 4:30 today he texted me talking about the song. a few minutes ago a friend of mine posted the link on FB and I figured maybe i should write about it.
This song for me signifies: Good Friends, Great dancing, Great Sex, and the day I realized I was in love with Mangus. (Who ironically enough just drunk dialed me singing. lol)
Anyway, for those who know this song, enjoy. For those who don't well, welcome to my nostalgia.
My best friend is blessed with the ass and I had the breast. While I do have a mean under booty. You know, the kind that's fat on the bottom and flat on top, she was the " good gracious ass is bodacious". So standing next to her I always felt substandard. It really is a nice ass tho. But I digress. I was reminded of this song like 2 years ago when I had met up with an old friend that I hadn't seen in a while and knew since my days in the Corps. He invited me to his house because some friends were over and they still had the DJ equipment set up from a party the weekend before. So we were hanging out for a while and he stops and says "I'll be back, I got something for you." He goes upstairs and as he is coming downstairs it comes on. "Its getting hot in here so take off all your clothes."
I laughed and told him that he took it way back on that one, as he reminded me that I sang that song ALL the time and used to drive I'm crazy with it. To me it was an eye opener. Him and I had always had a special kind of relationship. Very much love- hate. Me, throwing him out in the middle of the night, and him referencing me to the girl from the big comfy couch. Yes, I didn't talk to him for a long time after that one but I guess our score was even. For him to go out of his way and play this song for me which was he furthest thing from my mind I knew I held a special place.
Today with this heat I thought about him and this song and about 4:30 today he texted me talking about the song. a few minutes ago a friend of mine posted the link on FB and I figured maybe i should write about it.
This song for me signifies: Good Friends, Great dancing, Great Sex, and the day I realized I was in love with Mangus. (Who ironically enough just drunk dialed me singing. lol)
Anyway, for those who know this song, enjoy. For those who don't well, welcome to my nostalgia.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Beating in the heat!!!!
Yes, you read the title right. This one is called beating in the heat. I don't know what it is about the summer time but it turns me on. Maybe its the temperature rising, maybe its the beach bodies, maybe its the smell of sun tan lotion or the hot glistening bodies moist from the heat. Whatever it is well it makes me hot down under. What makes it different from any other time you ask? Man, I don't know.
This heat wave that has hit the NYC tri-state area is enough to make me want to moan. As hot as it is, i still crave the hibbity dibbity. There are places and ways to beat in the heat and keep it cool. No air conditioning you say? well, try doing it in a cold shower. Fun, wet, and cool. Speaking of cool, how about in the pool. nice way to scare the nosey neighbors off as well. I would say do it on the beach but I am not bailing anyone out.
If none of those options are available to you then I guess the bed would do. Freeze a bottle of Gatorade and make sure you have had plenty of fluids. The frozen Gatorade will serve for 2 things. Hydration and pleasure. Try rolling the frozen bottle of Gatorade down your partners back. lol use it to cool your head when it gets too hot. I would say ice cubes but those will melt too fast. I'm sure you can think of other uses for the frozen bottle but I will let your imaginations take over.
Just make sure if you are pleasuring a random Suzy or a random harry that you use protection. There is nothing worse than finding out your partners last name is rotten crotch. That would make for a true beating in the heat but i don't promote domestic violence.
Until next time.... stay cool and stay SEXy. Time for me to go find BOB
This heat wave that has hit the NYC tri-state area is enough to make me want to moan. As hot as it is, i still crave the hibbity dibbity. There are places and ways to beat in the heat and keep it cool. No air conditioning you say? well, try doing it in a cold shower. Fun, wet, and cool. Speaking of cool, how about in the pool. nice way to scare the nosey neighbors off as well. I would say do it on the beach but I am not bailing anyone out.
If none of those options are available to you then I guess the bed would do. Freeze a bottle of Gatorade and make sure you have had plenty of fluids. The frozen Gatorade will serve for 2 things. Hydration and pleasure. Try rolling the frozen bottle of Gatorade down your partners back. lol use it to cool your head when it gets too hot. I would say ice cubes but those will melt too fast. I'm sure you can think of other uses for the frozen bottle but I will let your imaginations take over.
Just make sure if you are pleasuring a random Suzy or a random harry that you use protection. There is nothing worse than finding out your partners last name is rotten crotch. That would make for a true beating in the heat but i don't promote domestic violence.
Until next time.... stay cool and stay SEXy. Time for me to go find BOB
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The Higher Education blues
With the fall semester approaching people are doing the mad dash to get everything for their new semester squared away. If you assumed getting set up for college was easy. Well, you are wrong. One would think that the college administrators make this an easy process for the new students and returning students but this is truly not the case. I have experienced the higher education blues first hand.
Ideally administration offices should be like a one stop shop. Where every office you need would at least be close to one another. This is totally not the case at Bergen Community College; which I will be attending for the fall semester as a Liberal arts transfer student. Having been to college 3 times, yes I said 3 times, with no degree to show mind you but I digress. I knew there was always some run around but this college took the cake.
The best part of this experience is that the college application was free and so was the testing, not like some schools. *cough Essex cough* I went to apply online but was not able to do so since I had applied like 4 years ago and had already been accepted. After many calls to the admissions office, I was told to come in to get my status changed in the system so that I could sign up for classes. Sound simple enough? Well, since I was coming in as a transfer student and a Veteran, I had to make sure all my transcripts were sent over to the school. I did this about a month before I intended on going in that way I didn’t have to wait to sign up for classes because this semester I needed online and weekend classes. So I did my VA stuff and got my approval from them, gathered all the documents I thought I needed and proceeded to the school.
I was there literally ALL day. I got my status changed at the registration office, then was told I had to go to testing. Well, here’s the thing, I already took a placement test at my old school. What I wasn’t told on the phone is that I need to have my test results sent to testing so that they can put something in the system so that I can sign up for classes. After finally having my score sent over I was told I could go sigh up for classes. Well, I knew that I had to go to an academic advisor because I was transferring. I get to that office and was told I had to go make sure my transcripts were evaluated. So I went all the way to that office, waited and finally saw someone who then told me the person who evaluates the transcripts was on vacation until the 21st. Are you Serious?
So I trooped back to Academic advising with this news and they decided to help me. They helped me sign up for class based on my major. Once I had my schedule I had to go back to the Veteran Liaison so she could take my paper work and put a hold on my classes since the VA is paying for it. SO.... I thought I was done.
Yesterday I got an email from the Bursar's office saying I had until yesterday to pay for my classes. Seriously? Did the Veteran Liaison not do her job? So in many efforts to try to contact her, I decided to just go down to the school and take care of this. So as soon as I walked in she seemed to have a bit of an attitude. She helped me nonetheless but I am the one that should have been pissed. Once she put the hold in the system I went to the bursar’s office to make sure I was good to go. The line was long as expected because everyone had received the email that they had to pay for classes by the 19th. When I finally got to the line, they stamped my schedule and I was told I had to go get my college ID. Another journey to find ID's, I finally got that done.
I just have to say, school hasn’t started yet and I'm already exhausted. The Higher education blues have already started to set in. I am going to fight them though because this time I am not leaving without my degree.
A little advice to all those who will be going to school this fall, don’t let the college run around deter you from achieving your goals and dreams. In the End it will all be worth it.
Ideally administration offices should be like a one stop shop. Where every office you need would at least be close to one another. This is totally not the case at Bergen Community College; which I will be attending for the fall semester as a Liberal arts transfer student. Having been to college 3 times, yes I said 3 times, with no degree to show mind you but I digress. I knew there was always some run around but this college took the cake.
The best part of this experience is that the college application was free and so was the testing, not like some schools. *cough Essex cough* I went to apply online but was not able to do so since I had applied like 4 years ago and had already been accepted. After many calls to the admissions office, I was told to come in to get my status changed in the system so that I could sign up for classes. Sound simple enough? Well, since I was coming in as a transfer student and a Veteran, I had to make sure all my transcripts were sent over to the school. I did this about a month before I intended on going in that way I didn’t have to wait to sign up for classes because this semester I needed online and weekend classes. So I did my VA stuff and got my approval from them, gathered all the documents I thought I needed and proceeded to the school.
I was there literally ALL day. I got my status changed at the registration office, then was told I had to go to testing. Well, here’s the thing, I already took a placement test at my old school. What I wasn’t told on the phone is that I need to have my test results sent to testing so that they can put something in the system so that I can sign up for classes. After finally having my score sent over I was told I could go sigh up for classes. Well, I knew that I had to go to an academic advisor because I was transferring. I get to that office and was told I had to go make sure my transcripts were evaluated. So I went all the way to that office, waited and finally saw someone who then told me the person who evaluates the transcripts was on vacation until the 21st. Are you Serious?
So I trooped back to Academic advising with this news and they decided to help me. They helped me sign up for class based on my major. Once I had my schedule I had to go back to the Veteran Liaison so she could take my paper work and put a hold on my classes since the VA is paying for it. SO.... I thought I was done.
Yesterday I got an email from the Bursar's office saying I had until yesterday to pay for my classes. Seriously? Did the Veteran Liaison not do her job? So in many efforts to try to contact her, I decided to just go down to the school and take care of this. So as soon as I walked in she seemed to have a bit of an attitude. She helped me nonetheless but I am the one that should have been pissed. Once she put the hold in the system I went to the bursar’s office to make sure I was good to go. The line was long as expected because everyone had received the email that they had to pay for classes by the 19th. When I finally got to the line, they stamped my schedule and I was told I had to go get my college ID. Another journey to find ID's, I finally got that done.
I just have to say, school hasn’t started yet and I'm already exhausted. The Higher education blues have already started to set in. I am going to fight them though because this time I am not leaving without my degree.
A little advice to all those who will be going to school this fall, don’t let the college run around deter you from achieving your goals and dreams. In the End it will all be worth it.
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Truth will set you free....
It's not like it is rocket science people have been lying since the beginning of time. Eve Lied in the Garden, Judas lied to Jesus, politicians lie all the time, hell someone you love has probably lied to you recently. Does it mean its right? Hell NAH.
I have adapted something and I wish to share it with some of you; a man is only as powerful as his word. If a man's word is faulty then he has nothing.
Basically to all you lying ass bastards in the world I'm telling you that eventually your life will turn to shit. The truth is always revealed. There is nothing funnier than a person who was backed into a corner and confronted with the truth. The best part is when they try to lie to try to get out of the lie. Really? "Honey you’re the only one for me, that girl just tripped and her mouth ended up on my penis." "I don't know how I got the clap maybe I got it from masturbating too much." Sorry, my brain gets carried away with possible funny scenarios.
What's the purpose of this post? Shit be HONEST. If you don't like someone tell them you don’t like them. I would hurt them more if they found out later on that you were only trying to be nice. If you only want to have sex with the girl you meet last week hell, tell her that. Don’t make her think you actually like her. If you are a serial cheater, well hell be honest. Tell the person you like that you don’t know what it’s like to only be with one person.
Yes, maybe just maybe my advice might get you slapped, divorced, or stabbed. After you wake up from that coma you will feel like a better person for being honest.
Just try it....
You never know.
I have adapted something and I wish to share it with some of you; a man is only as powerful as his word. If a man's word is faulty then he has nothing.
Basically to all you lying ass bastards in the world I'm telling you that eventually your life will turn to shit. The truth is always revealed. There is nothing funnier than a person who was backed into a corner and confronted with the truth. The best part is when they try to lie to try to get out of the lie. Really? "Honey you’re the only one for me, that girl just tripped and her mouth ended up on my penis." "I don't know how I got the clap maybe I got it from masturbating too much." Sorry, my brain gets carried away with possible funny scenarios.
What's the purpose of this post? Shit be HONEST. If you don't like someone tell them you don’t like them. I would hurt them more if they found out later on that you were only trying to be nice. If you only want to have sex with the girl you meet last week hell, tell her that. Don’t make her think you actually like her. If you are a serial cheater, well hell be honest. Tell the person you like that you don’t know what it’s like to only be with one person.
Yes, maybe just maybe my advice might get you slapped, divorced, or stabbed. After you wake up from that coma you will feel like a better person for being honest.
Just try it....
You never know.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Do you boob or not?
Yes, this piece is on you guessed it... BOOBIES!
I know many people who are ass people while asses are great and I find myself being more of a boob person. Yes, I said I’m a boob person. While you are trying to close your mouth at the shocking news that I love boobs. I want you to take a second to think about this: Do you boob or not?
I like boobs in all shapes and sizes. You can say I’m a bit of a perv but if we really think about it the breast should be worshipped. I mean they are nourishing and really nice to look at. I find myself staring at women’s breast sometimes. I know it’s rude to stare, but I guess I’m always fascinated and intrigued to know what the nipple looks like. Lol I mean is it big, small, brown or pink? I feel like the Bubba Gump of breasts. LOL. I like big boobies, small boobies, medium boobies, big nipple boobies, little nipple boobies.
The kinds of boobies I don’t like are empty boobies. You know the kind, fried egg on a nail. Ever seen a woman sit down and her boobs meet the chair before she does? What a total turn off. Or a woman trying to be sexy wearing a dress or something without a bra and her boobs are so empty the nipple looks like an afterthought? I have seen this many times and let me tell you DISAPPOINTMENT.
I am going to let a few of you down by saying I am not posting my breasts. You already know who you are so please don’t text me telling me I suck for this. Lol.
Ok time to go, all this boob talk has made me hungry.
So do you boob or not?
I know many people who are ass people while asses are great and I find myself being more of a boob person. Yes, I said I’m a boob person. While you are trying to close your mouth at the shocking news that I love boobs. I want you to take a second to think about this: Do you boob or not?
I like boobs in all shapes and sizes. You can say I’m a bit of a perv but if we really think about it the breast should be worshipped. I mean they are nourishing and really nice to look at. I find myself staring at women’s breast sometimes. I know it’s rude to stare, but I guess I’m always fascinated and intrigued to know what the nipple looks like. Lol I mean is it big, small, brown or pink? I feel like the Bubba Gump of breasts. LOL. I like big boobies, small boobies, medium boobies, big nipple boobies, little nipple boobies.
The kinds of boobies I don’t like are empty boobies. You know the kind, fried egg on a nail. Ever seen a woman sit down and her boobs meet the chair before she does? What a total turn off. Or a woman trying to be sexy wearing a dress or something without a bra and her boobs are so empty the nipple looks like an afterthought? I have seen this many times and let me tell you DISAPPOINTMENT.
I am going to let a few of you down by saying I am not posting my breasts. You already know who you are so please don’t text me telling me I suck for this. Lol.
Ok time to go, all this boob talk has made me hungry.
So do you boob or not?
Crappy Care.....
I don’t think there is anyone I know who actually enjoys getting sick. Finding out you have to go to the hospital is even worse. My uncle was sent to the hospital the other day because his hand and arm were extremely swollen. Come to find out he has a blood clot. While he is getting better, he has the hospital blues. I honestly do not blame him, especially having to go to a NYC hospital that is extremely substandard.
I dub Bronx Lebanon Hospital one of the worst hospitals in the history of hospitals. On my visit with him yesterday my mom filled us in about how great that hospital is... Having worked there she knew a lot about the care and the facility. She told us stories of bedbugs, mice and insects. She also told us stories about how the night staff was rude and lazy. I mean, one patient complained about having called the nurse at 2am and when my mom had gotten to work @ 8am the patient was still waiting for someone to come.
My mother was sick the same day my uncle was and she ended up signing herself out of the hospital. The emergency room nurse who was tending to my mom decided it was ok to take a phone call during the time she was trying to draw my mother’s blood. Oh, so this is protocol? My mom's hand was so bruised when I saw it. I didn’t blame her for being upset.
I cannot fathom how people can treat other people that way, especially people in the medical field who take an oath to care for others.
I'm sure a lot of people have horror stories about this hospital and many others like it.
So if you ever get sick in the Bronx. I surely hope you do have to go to Bronx Lebanon.
I dub Bronx Lebanon Hospital one of the worst hospitals in the history of hospitals. On my visit with him yesterday my mom filled us in about how great that hospital is... Having worked there she knew a lot about the care and the facility. She told us stories of bedbugs, mice and insects. She also told us stories about how the night staff was rude and lazy. I mean, one patient complained about having called the nurse at 2am and when my mom had gotten to work @ 8am the patient was still waiting for someone to come.
My mother was sick the same day my uncle was and she ended up signing herself out of the hospital. The emergency room nurse who was tending to my mom decided it was ok to take a phone call during the time she was trying to draw my mother’s blood. Oh, so this is protocol? My mom's hand was so bruised when I saw it. I didn’t blame her for being upset.
I cannot fathom how people can treat other people that way, especially people in the medical field who take an oath to care for others.
I'm sure a lot of people have horror stories about this hospital and many others like it.
So if you ever get sick in the Bronx. I surely hope you do have to go to Bronx Lebanon.
Friday, July 15, 2011
So you think you know your city?
Today was an odd day for me; although nothing went as planned everything went accordingly.
First let me say that I have become oblivious to time in the morning. I have adapted the idea that if I have to be up early then everyone I need to be in contact with should rise and shine as well. I called one of my old friends this morning. Can you imagine he was sleeping at 10 am on a Friday, I mean who does that?
Ok, let me stop with the sarcasm. It was his day off and he had a long night. I decided to treat him for brunch because his birthday had passed and we hadn't seen each other in a while. So we decided to have diner food, god’s gift to fat asses. I don’t know what it is about going to diners all I know is that although you see the healthy shit on the menu, it always feels like you HAVE to order the greasiest thing they have. Well I googled diners in Harlem and you guessed it like 2 came up. He said "Let’s go a little further downtown, I need to get out of the hood."
The diner we were supposed to go to was on 83rd and 2nd, but if you live in NY you know that the subway construction is still causing traffic jams. So we ended up near 89th St, very close to our Alma Mata. Any way, we ate mediocre food and talked about the usual; who got shot, who was in jail and the latest baby mama / daddy dramas. I mostly listened because well, sometimes people need an ear. We ended the meal and proceeded back uptown. He told me he wasn't ready to go back home and I still had a few minutes to burn. As I was driving up 126th street I saw what I would like to call a diamond in the rough, The National Jazz museum in Harlem.
The irony of it all was that my friend had just claimed to walk that path every day on his way to work and he has never seen the banner flapping in the wind on the flag pole. Which brings me to my title question, how well do you know your city?
Well I googled them and called the phone number and I found out that the museum is free. We decided to go and check it out. When we got into the museum, I was at first disappointed because I was expecting to see something grandiose. I didn’t stop to think that maybe just being there was pretty awesome. My friend got the attention of a young man who seemed to work there and later we found out he was an intern. Most non for profit companies thrive on the help of interns, for those who didn’t know. Well, the young man in the bright blue button down and shaggy brownish hair was excited and enthused to let us know about the exhibit that was currently on display, the events they were hosting and the Savory Collection. The current exhibit was something about Ghost’s of Jazz or something to that nature. It was basically a collection of photographs taken by the founder of the museum who had work with these great Jazz Legends.
There right before us mounted on the wall stood a black and white photo of Dizzy Gillespie. In the photo he was leaning over a pool table smiling. Now I don’t know if it was because he is one of the greatest trumpet players of all times or if it was the way the photographer had captured that single moment in time but, let me tell you this I was left in complete awe. My friend’s eyes lit up like the empire state building at night. When we left he was very quiet and I knew that I may have exposed him to a life changing event.
If you are ever near 126th between Lexington and Park Ave I really encourage you to check it out.
http://www.jazzmuseuminharlem.org/
Today my friend learned that he really doesn't know the hood that he considers his own.
First let me say that I have become oblivious to time in the morning. I have adapted the idea that if I have to be up early then everyone I need to be in contact with should rise and shine as well. I called one of my old friends this morning. Can you imagine he was sleeping at 10 am on a Friday, I mean who does that?
Ok, let me stop with the sarcasm. It was his day off and he had a long night. I decided to treat him for brunch because his birthday had passed and we hadn't seen each other in a while. So we decided to have diner food, god’s gift to fat asses. I don’t know what it is about going to diners all I know is that although you see the healthy shit on the menu, it always feels like you HAVE to order the greasiest thing they have. Well I googled diners in Harlem and you guessed it like 2 came up. He said "Let’s go a little further downtown, I need to get out of the hood."
The diner we were supposed to go to was on 83rd and 2nd, but if you live in NY you know that the subway construction is still causing traffic jams. So we ended up near 89th St, very close to our Alma Mata. Any way, we ate mediocre food and talked about the usual; who got shot, who was in jail and the latest baby mama / daddy dramas. I mostly listened because well, sometimes people need an ear. We ended the meal and proceeded back uptown. He told me he wasn't ready to go back home and I still had a few minutes to burn. As I was driving up 126th street I saw what I would like to call a diamond in the rough, The National Jazz museum in Harlem.
The irony of it all was that my friend had just claimed to walk that path every day on his way to work and he has never seen the banner flapping in the wind on the flag pole. Which brings me to my title question, how well do you know your city?
Well I googled them and called the phone number and I found out that the museum is free. We decided to go and check it out. When we got into the museum, I was at first disappointed because I was expecting to see something grandiose. I didn’t stop to think that maybe just being there was pretty awesome. My friend got the attention of a young man who seemed to work there and later we found out he was an intern. Most non for profit companies thrive on the help of interns, for those who didn’t know. Well, the young man in the bright blue button down and shaggy brownish hair was excited and enthused to let us know about the exhibit that was currently on display, the events they were hosting and the Savory Collection. The current exhibit was something about Ghost’s of Jazz or something to that nature. It was basically a collection of photographs taken by the founder of the museum who had work with these great Jazz Legends.
There right before us mounted on the wall stood a black and white photo of Dizzy Gillespie. In the photo he was leaning over a pool table smiling. Now I don’t know if it was because he is one of the greatest trumpet players of all times or if it was the way the photographer had captured that single moment in time but, let me tell you this I was left in complete awe. My friend’s eyes lit up like the empire state building at night. When we left he was very quiet and I knew that I may have exposed him to a life changing event.
If you are ever near 126th between Lexington and Park Ave I really encourage you to check it out.
http://www.jazzmuseuminharlem.org/
Today my friend learned that he really doesn't know the hood that he considers his own.
Popping my bloginity...
So... This is what blogging is like. Its funny, I know many people who blog but never thought I would decide to create one. Let's Hope that I can keep up with this as I am the biggest procrastinator in the history of procrastination.I didnt have a great title for my blog but i figured popcorn and pillows would fit.
Let me break it down. Popcorn, because my life is sometimes like a twisted film and it would be cool to give people an insite of who I and why I am. I chose pillows for a few reasons. Pillow, because pillow talk, I mean who doesnt like to talk about sex, right? Pillows are comforting, I mean look at music, "Lay your head on my pillow and just relax". Pillows are also bipolar, yes I said bipolar. When they get hot on one side you can just flip it over to the other side and it feels soothing and somber.
I would tell you more about myself but I figured if I gave everything away, then why would you read?
Well... Now why would you?
Let me break it down. Popcorn, because my life is sometimes like a twisted film and it would be cool to give people an insite of who I and why I am. I chose pillows for a few reasons. Pillow, because pillow talk, I mean who doesnt like to talk about sex, right? Pillows are comforting, I mean look at music, "Lay your head on my pillow and just relax". Pillows are also bipolar, yes I said bipolar. When they get hot on one side you can just flip it over to the other side and it feels soothing and somber.
I would tell you more about myself but I figured if I gave everything away, then why would you read?
Well... Now why would you?
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