PSERENDIPITY

is a very good number for us today.  That’s how you identify a Senior Chief in the United States Navy.  You can also identify one by the insignia above that will appear on the hat or collar of his khakis.  Another way you can identify one is by asking me what Tim is.  I will proudly tell you that my baby is now a Senior Chief in the most powerful Navy in the world.  He finally made it, and no one could be more proud of him than I, his biggest fan.

CONGRATULATIONS, SENIOR CHIEF!!!!

but I got a new fence yesterday! So, actually I DO have posts! LOL! Get it?? Fence posts??!! Bwaa, I kill me. What? You didn’t tune in to hear about my new fence? Well, thats all I got for you today, the waters aren’t running too deep around here. So, you guys know that I’m moving to Memphis, right? As soon as I find a job. Part of that must include the sale or possible renting of the Pserendipity home. Did I really just say that? Out loud? Whew, that is really a hard concept for me to grasp and hold on to. Part of that must include improvements.

So, I was feeling kinda bleh about all the things that go along with preparing to move and finding a job. But lets face it, here I am. Preparing to move. Mentally, its draining…but that’s another post. See, I had to take a break right there because I was getting mentally drained. Back to the story, the fence was both a necessary project for the home, and my first official act of preparing the house for our departure. I did it. Both a small step and a giant leap.

Now, another break is in order.

Oh, dear readers.  There are several crises going on in the Pserendipity home.  You see, Timothy, who is by all intents and purposes, responsible for the maintenance of my small front yard, went out and purchased some beautiful yard lights.  For his yard.  But he didn’t get me any, and I wanted some.  Backstory:  he got some lights for my yard a while ago, but they are solar and the solar thing that makes them work happened to break (coughtimbrokeitcough).  Well, it never got fixed and the lights never worked.  So…instead of fixing MY lights, he goes and gets his lights.  Now, my yard looks way more less desirable than his, plus he swaggerjacked my yard’s style.  I tell you, Fab14, I’m outraged!  I’m a good person.  I’m a great girlfriend.  Don’t I deserve yard lights, too???  Don’t I?  Vote here:  if I win, I get yard lights.

Next.  Aidan wants a chipmunk.  You see, Sister (of the Berenstein Bears family) got a chipmunk.  And Aidan decided that since he and Sister are friends, he must also have a chipmunk.  He wanted to call my brother to ask him about this chipmunk, because, after all, he determined that Uncle Shad absolutely must like chipmunks.  I mean, who doesn’t?  But Uncle Shad didn’t answer his phone (probably because Aidan picks up the phone and hits a button and he thinks that whoever he’s calling in his head should answer…but the button only calls Granny and Paw Paw).  Unfortunately, he asked Granny and PawPaw and they shot him down…but dear old Daaaaddy says that if Aidan wants a chipmunk, then that he shall have. Where are we going to get it?  Why, the chipmunk shelter of course.  Silly you.  What say you fab 14?  Should Aidan get a chipmunk?

I really appreciate you guys helping me out.  Stay tuned for the results.

Nike Run’s Serena Williams Spontaneous Speed Workout.  Last weekend, I was playing around on iTunes and I found Serena’s workout series.  Then I learned that Nike Run has a series of workout music, go figure!  This was a surprise, because I’d been looking for new music to liven up my time on the treadmill.  Well, Serena’s Spontaneous Speed is where its at!  This one is only 30 minutes long andwhile you run, Serena talks to you, tells you when to speed up, slow down, helps you breathe, all that.  Its a fun workout, but its also challenging.  So, if you’re looking for something new, try Serena’s spontaneous speed.

Sway’s Bistro.  While in the nail shop, I came accross a menu for Sway’s, which is conveniently located right off the Spillway.  Last night, Aidan and I decided to go in for dinner.  It was pretty impressive!  These ladies next to me all had salads and they raved over how good they were.  I had these crabroll appetizers..to.die.for.  For an entree, I had tilapia with mango salsa, yellow rice, and fancy green beans.  Good!  Things there are moderately priced, my tilapia was $13.95, Aidan’s kids spaghetti was $4.99.  So, if you have a chance, swing by!

Jennifer at Supercuts on I55 North.  I know that some of us African Americans shudder at the thought of a “white girl” cutting our hair, but um…really, whats that all about?  Let’s just think about this thang.  “White girls” cut hair probably 75% more than your regular lady at the beauty shop whose gonna do your roller set and cut your bob.  They work with all textures, and all kinds of people.  They can cut and color, its what they do.  So, I did finally get my hair cut last week and I keep forgetting to post the picture, but Jennifer cut it up, baby!  In less than 20 minutes for less than 20 dollars, you can get a super cut.  Go in there with your hair straight, tell her how you want it, and you’ll walk out with what you ask for. 

That’s it.  Let me know if you happen to try any of my suggestions.  What do you endorse?

And I’m NOT extra large.

And that’s all I got to say about that.

On Sunday morning, I woke up to about 10 Happy Mother’s Day text messages.  And I woke up early.  Throughout the day, I probably got about 10 or 15 more.  First of all, let me say this so that it will be understood:  I really appreciated them.  I just didn’t respond to them.

On Christmas Day, on Thanksgiving Day, same deal.  Everyone wants everyone to have a Happy Thanksgiving and a Merry Christmas.  So they send texts.  And I really appreciate them.  I just don’t respond. 

Are you noticing a theme?  I think you’ve got it.  I’m a non-responder!!!  If you want to know me without being personally offended, that’s just one thing that you have to accept.  You don’t have to like it, just accept it.  Know that I’m not sitting home wishing that you have a sh*tty mothers day, or a jacked up Christmas, or a terrible Thanksgiving just because I don’t respond to your text. 

I got an email from a friend that had sent me one of the texts.  She told me I was rude for not responding.  Okay, now I get that she needs a little extra TLC from the P and I’ll probably try to remember to respond to her messages.  Probably.  So, now on to you.  If this offends you, then just don’t send me a “Happy ____” text if you’ll only feel complete if you get one back.  If you call me, I’ll answer but if you text me….well, you know.