PSERENDIPITY

If you’re reading this, then we’re on the way to Oklahoma.  And, why are you not eating?  It being Thanksgiving and all, I just wanted to take this time to tell you guys, and the Fab 14, that I am thankful and happy to have met allllll of you out there in blogland.  I hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful Thanksgiving day and enjoy every single minute of it.  Life is short, spend today doing something you love with people you love.  I am!

Those are the four commands that Coco learned last night in her first night of puppy training. As the trainer went through all the moves, Coco performed as if she was getting paid. What a fast learner!

Then, I took the reins. Coco, sit! **Coco looks at me like why?** Coco, leave it! **Coco continues toward the object, but for some reason sits down.** Coco, stay! **Coco immediately jumps up.**

So, Aidan tries. Coco, sit! **Coco sits**. Coco, stay! **Coco lies down on the floor and doesn’t move**

The moral of this story: I get no respect. Anyway, I took a picture of this because Aidan said that he wanted to bring this dog home to be Coco’s cousin, plus because the dog was 3 years old, Aidan figured he might also make the perfect brother. He absolutely loved this big ole dog, who is perfectly trained. The trainer taught Aidan how to raise his arms and shout “hooray!” and make the dog jump up, and now Aidan thinks the dog is the coolest thing ever. But um, the dog is three times the size of my baby. Nah, Coco’s cuz is gonna have to stay (which, by the way, he does perfectly).

Shaking Hands

Dear Amazon,  just a short note to ask you guys where the hell my stuff is?

It’s about to be Christmas.  Friday at Sams this chic was collecting donations for some people who couldn’t read or something.  Anyway, I had a bell ringer flashback.  Why must all my Christmas memories be marred by the bellringer day?  I need therapy.

Why can’t people read?  And if they can’t read, why should we give them money?

I made some gumbo tonight.  Once a lady at church told me that pretty girls can’t make pies.  Well, she might be right about that, but I can throw down on some dinner, baby!

I am SO excited that Thanksgiving is next week.  We’re going to Oklahoma.  What ya’ll doin?

Remember the firetruck that Aidan had a natural fit over and fell asleep in the floor?  I didn’t get it because it was already in the trunk of my car.  I had bought it for his birthday cause I knew he would love it.

My baby will be four in less than 3 weeks.  *sniff*sniff*

I think Aidan is allergic to CoCo.  This is, in fact, devastating if true.  However, all signs point to the pet dander allergy.

Why is the UniverSoul Circus using Barack Obamas speech in a commercial talking about change.  It’s the same dangone circus that we saw when Aidan was 2.  And what does Obama have to do with it?  I’m a little insulted.

You know the deal, leave your random comment below.  And have a great weekend!  See ya Monday!

Dear al-Qaeda,

Hey.  What’s up?  Listen, we heard ya’ll put out a tape this morning and all.  I mean, that’s all good if you just need to get some stuff off your chest.  We figured you were gonna have something to say about the new President and it wasn’t gonna be “Congratulations”!  So, you know, we was looking out for the tape and all.

But, ummmm, you had to say all that?  I mean, for real Q, you had to call Obama a house n*gga?  Okay, so we was gone let you make it at first ’cause we know you been pissed off for a hot minute and always talking shit anyway.  But now you using the N word?  And Colin Powell, too?  Whaaaa?  Ya’ll had to do it like THAT?  Yeah, I know you said “Negro”, but here’s a little note, when you put “house” in front of it, it automatically turns to n*gga. 

I wasn’t even gonna say anything, but I just felt like it would be better if I sent you this note to let you know that it’s ON now.  Nah, I don’t mean like President Bush’s version of “on”, I mean ON like you done just called the President a house n*gga.  I mean like Pooky ‘nem over on Capital Street are probably trying to find a way to get at you right now.  I mean like some Black women are taking off some earrings over here.  I mean like on January 21, we’re coming for you.  And ya’ll.ain’t.ready.  Get ya cave right, Bitches, cause we’ll be seeing you in January.

Love, P

It was 7:00 a.m. on the dot when the alarm clock went off.  I didn’t know how to turn it off, so I just hit snooze and stuffed it under the pillow, thinking “noooo….I don’t wanna go.”

Move a little closer, back to sleep.

7:15.  Beep, beep, beeeeeep.  Snooze again.  “Lord, can you please just freeze this moment?  Why is it morning already?  Why is this weekend over?”

Held on a little tighter.  Why can’t I just stay, why can’t I just stay, why can’t I just stay.right.here???

7:30.  Beep, beep, beep.  “Alright, it’s 7:30, Tim, we have to get up.  I have to get on the road.  I have to be at work before lunch.”

*sigh*

8:00.  See you next week?  Okay.  I’ll call you when I get there. Love you.  Bye.

What a weekend!  I left ya’ll hangin’ Friday, huh?  Well, me and Tim went to Arnold Air Force Base, TN because on of his friends retired.  One word for the trip?  Heavenly.  Details to follow,  I just got back to work, and I’m hungry since I’ve been gone for a day and a half, this place will fall apart if I don’t get some things done.  In the meanwhile, what ya’ll do this weekend?  What did I miss?

that I’m looking for a job?  Cause I’m moving to Memphis?  Yeah.  I am.  That is all.

So….last night my absolute favorite guilty pleasure came back.  The Keyshia Cole Show, baby!!!  I don’t know why, but I loves me some Keyshia Cole Show.  Last night had several hilarious moments, and since today I’m posting about foolishness, why not just throw this post in for kicks?

1.  Mandown!  Did anybody hear Frankie say that?

2.  “And it’s over now…”  Same scene.  I almost died laughing.

3.  “I paid my last money for this Popeyes chicken and I’m gonna eat every last drop of it.”  Same scene.  They could’ve made the whole show out of that one phone conversation and I would have been completely satisfied.  That lady knew Frankie wasn’t trying to hear that, and Frankie played her to the left for about fifteen minutes before she just gave up.

4.  The Chef.  How uncomfortable was he when they were arguing?

5.  “Why you gotta be so ghetto????”  *sigh* Cause then I’d have nothing to watch, Keyshia.  That’s why.

6.  I’m so very happy that Neffe had the baby.  Little cutie pie.  Neffe seems like she is really trying to get it together and keep it together.  She even kept going to counseling.  You gotta love that.  At least a little bit.

7.  This show is filled with bad weave and wigs.  The only persons hair that was remotely tight was Keyshia’s. 

8.  Is Keyshia gonna move everybody out of Oakland?  It seems like everybody is in the ATL now, even the sister that they never knew was a sister. 

9.  Frankie, stop starting sh*t then getting mad at other folks like they did it. 

That’s all I got.  I was glued to the screen last night.  Then I watched The Real Housewives of Atlanta.  Whenever NeNe and DWight get together, you can rest assured that I’ll holler at least one good time.  He sums the show up so adequately:  “How dreadful?”