Who's afraid of the big bad trunk?

So, they delivered the big azz trunk and now it's sitting in the hallway. This thing was so huge and so heavy my uncle had to open it so we could take 1/3 of the stuff out so we could carry it in the house. So now my house is smellin' all mothbally. Yikes, I think I am high from the smell. Can you get a high from sniffin' mothballs? Anyway, the trunk...it's full of shi*. A whole bunch of stuff is in there. A lot of bags and large envelopes full of papers and mail is in there, a big giant bible full of papers and some pictures is in there, a broke leg white Ken doll is in there (mine), a lot of shi* is in there...sorta like those old commercials for Prego...it's in there. I must confess, I don't have the energy (mental or otherwise) to go through all that stuff tonight. This is going to take a while. In the meantime, I have got to figure out what to do with that big azz trunk. It is has got to get the hell up outa here. I'm afraid me and the kids are going to start smelling like little old nursing home ladies if I keep that thing in my house. Not to mention, I think the strong mothball odor is giving me an asthma attack. Wheez, wheez...maybe tomorrow I will buy some boxes and transfer all that stuff and throw away that big azz trunk...lata

Wake Up...

o.k...have you ever had one of those days when you feel like "God is tryin' ta tell me sumthin'"? Well, I am having one of those moments/days now. Well, it started like this, at 7:15 a.m. a colleague of mine called to tell me, while reading obituaries this morning (huh? did you say while reading the obituaries? Do people read those on purpose? I personally don't even want to touch the pages with my bare fingertips in fear of...in fear of...catching something, I don't know...I just don't go trolling through the obituaries, it just ain't right. Come on man, seriously) he noticed another colleague had died so he thought I should know there was going to be a job opening in the city and I should therefore immediately call my contacts and get the scoop on the application process. Riiiight...am I that desperate for another job? ummm, yep. But really man, who am I going to call about a job at 7:15a.m. on Sunday. Not to sound ungrateful but it couldn't wait til say 12:00 p.m. or even better in the morning? Wow, talk about a way to wake up...huh? So, I told him, never fear, I've already applied for that job, because another friend of mine told me, about a month ago, about the "potential" job opening as it was rumored that...ummm...the gentleman in question, um, his "term" on the job was coming to an end. I thought he was retiring. I didn't know he was "retirin'" sho nuff. So after chatting it up with him for a minute or two, I tried to will myself back to sleep...one sheep, two sheep,...37 sheep...snoring now, mouth open. Then my niece walks in my room and I instantly wake up and she announces that she is leaving...on her way back to her mother's...I chat it up with her for a while, then she leaves. I try again to will myself back to sleep, then ring, my auntie calling to tell me they are coming through town to bring me a trunk that my mother left behind. Now this sorta creeps me out. Who knows what's in that truck? My mother was a very strange lady to say the least. She guarded the contents of that trunk like it had a body in it. Me and my sister have been waiting many years to get that trunk to see what it may behold. But now that it's close enough to almost touch, I just don't know if "my mind is right" enough to take a peek, namean? Well, then I chat it up with her for a while and we decide they will call when they are close. I try to go back to sleep, but I can't now because I am engrossed in an episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (who's the real Blue?)...but then the phone rings yet again and its a friend of mine who needs some info from the Internet, so I get it up out of the bed. I give it up and just go on and get my black a** up... o.k. God you win, I'm gittin' up out the bed. I can't wait to see what the rest of the day beholds...

Getting my mind right...

As the new year approaches, I've decided once again as I've done for at least the last, say, 10-15 years of my life, to make some "maaajor" changes in my life. And, of course I intend to implement these "maaajor" changes throughout the year, in an attempt to (1) fix everything I feel is wrong in my life as of December 31, 2007 and to (2) become a highly successful and extremely motivated person and do this all in 12 months or less. I've even, for at least the last 5 or 6 years, have come up with catchy phrases to title each new year...gonna get fixed in 2006, mo betta in 07 (forced rhyme there I know), all the way live in 2005, you know shi* like that. Yes, I know ridiculous, right. Well, why change now. So it's, "Get yo biznass straight in 2008".... I think I've settled on that. So the trick or twist rather this year is to break the vicious cycle, or as I loving call it, the downward spiral, I've been on for a while and actually "get my bizznass straight" this year so there won't be another sequel to the never ending quest to get my mind right each year...no "Gon' be just fine in 2009"....I'm not saying I'm going to dispense with the rhyming tho' just not the same old themes...maybe something like, "drink some wine in 2009"..... So this blog, among other things, hopefully will serve to keep me on task, will chronicle my ever so important quest for enlightenment and self-improvement and will be something to do when I am up at 3:30 in the morning looking crazy and watching infomercials 'cause I can't sleep anymore. Plus, and possibly the most important reason, it wil serve to one up my sister as she has on several occasions attempted to blog, but never gets too far (yes maaam, my priorities are straight). So here we go, man! It's time for me to get my mind right!