Somebody Talk To Me!!

Well, it's Monday night 10:38 p.m. Today was very hectic at work. Question? Do you ever just have a moment where you just want to slap a coworker, or just tell them to shut the hell up? I know I can't be the only one!! Today was one of those days where I had a lot on my mind, but couldn't even focus on my thoughts because work was work x 5!! So, here goes my venting session...

I am a strong believer in "treat people the way you want to be treated". I'm a giver, lover, friend, etc. When I do stuff it is out of the kindness of my heart, but I also believe that people who give eventually become doormats for the people aren't so giving. I don't look for things in return, but I do expect or hope (these days, you can't expect shit outta nobody) that just like I'm there for others, others are there for me. I have a family member who only calls when she's in need of something. We are nowhere near as close as we used to be or as I'd like us to be, and it's for this very reason. I just don't think it's right when people want or "need" something, they expect you to drop eveything (no matter what-wedding, funeral, hair appt, etc), and you come through for them but when you need something (every single time), they got a damn excuse for ya ass!! It's been happening for a minute now, and I know that people only do what you let them do...I think it's about time I said something.

So, going back to last week. I'm at work and Chef C calls me and tells me that one of my "friends" came by. Let's call her "Snake". So, Snake is banging on the door like she's 5-0 and of course your gonna think somethings wrong if someone is banging on your door like that right? So, my hubby( Chef C) opens the door and Snake is doin' what (on sight) you'd call the pee-pee dance....she runs in to use my bathroom. A few minutes go by and Chef C smells something foul and sees green smoke coming from the bottom of the bathroom door (LOL, not really, but you get what I'm saying right?) She finishes doing her biz, thanks Chef C, and leaves.

HOW TRIFLIN' CAN YOU GET? Am I wrong? When I'm wrong, I accept it and move on. Somebody let me know! Mind you, we used to be good friends. But along the way, I noticed how sneaky and conniving she was. We hardly talk at all, maybe a text hear or there. That's it. I think that maybe she should have sent me a text or something letting me know that she was in my house taking a s@!* You don't just drop by someone's house to take a s@!* ESPECIALLY IF YOU AREN'T COOL WITH THE PERSON!! Whether you were cool at some point in time, doesn't matter! WHO DOES THAT? Somebody talk to me!

Awaiting Change

You know, I gotta say that I'm Super-Excited (a new term that I often used nowadays) about Election Day!! I'm proud to say that I'm voting for Obama, and I really feel that with him as President, we'll get the change that we have all been waiting for. I look at the debates and the ads that come across the tv and sometimes I get so pissed by the actions, and/or comments, what I feel is ignorance, and arrogance of the other candidates. I sit at home with Chef C and we occassionally blurt out "not so nice things" to the television. But, as I'm watching, I see Obama listening attentively to McCain awaiting his turn to deliver an answer to a question that was directed to both he and McCain. Now, it's obvious that Obama doesn't like and is not in agreeance with a lot of the things that McCain has to say. But, never, not once have I seen Obama lose it!! He listens, looks up briefly and cracks a confident smile. It really makes me want to be a little more humble. It's inspiring....and most of all, it's history in the making!! It's a blessing that we can be a part of it!

What was absolutely mind blowing to me is this...

So, I'm in line at the grocery store. I look over and I see Barack and Michelle Obama on a magazine cover with their kids. My daughter (Mini Diva) is at the age where she is all up in mommy's business...or wants to be anyway. So, she notices that I'm reading the cover. She says "Mommy, I didn't know O'rock Barama had kids" I looked at her and said, "You know who that is"? She said "Uh, yea" as if to say...."what? And you don't? Where have you been?" Now, of course she didn't say that, but that's what her tone suggested that she was trying to say. Not to mention the fact that she pronounced his name wrong (that's neither here, nor there), that really didn't matter to me! MY SIX YEAR OLD BABY KNEW WHO HE WAS!!! I was so proud!! She told me that they talk about the debates, and the presidential election in school which is important to me because even though she's only in first grade, young children sometimes have input and their own opinions about topics as important as this one that I think todays leaders (parents, teachers, counselors, pastors, senators, presidents) should be ready to listen to!
After all, they are tomorrows leaders.

So, if you have'nt done so already, sit down with your kids, ask questions about who they'd vote for and why. Let them tell you how they feel about the presidential election and how it can effect not only your family, but billions of families across the world. You never know what they'll say, you may be shocked at how much they actually know.

Have a blessed weekend.

ANOTHER MAMA 4 OBAMA!!

BE F*&%$@! RESPONSIBLE WIT'CHA GROWN ASS!!

Good Morning All!! It's Tuesday morning and I've got something on my mind. You know there comes a time in everyone's life where they realize that they are growing up and should become more responsible for they're actions. If it's one thing that I hate is when people (GROWN-ASS PEOPLE) aren't responsible for their own damn actions!! I really need someone to explain to me why the hell people can point the finger but don't realize that when they do that, they got a finger pointing right back at their simple ass!! Why do people think they can do that? Another thing I hate is when you think you can trust people and just when something goes down, they throw your shit right back in your face as if to say "Take that!!". I've learned to stop talking to people and keep my distance. But after doing that, I realize, I like having people to talk to!! Why should I sell myself short of something I like to do? Then, I reality slaps me and I realize that even though I like having people to talk to, my dignity, my feelings, and emotions are way more important. I figured that if I don't tell shit, people can't throw shit!!

Time Flies....

Well, it's Sunday afternoon and the countdown starts. We all do it. You know, the countdown that tells you exactly how many hours you have to chill, relax, not having to rush around running errands, answering phones, tending to patients, and doing things that your supervisor ask you to do while you bite your lip in an attempt not to cuss him/her out. Whoo!! What a mouth full, but it's the truth. We spend the majority of our time at our job around people we MIGHT grow to like, but don't love, people that you don't know and sometimes don't care to know, and you'd rather be at home with your family, but life's necessities won't allow it!! So, guess what? Your forced to be there!! The weekends come and go very quickly while the work week drags by, day by day, hour by hour, and some days you get the slow minute by minute. I'm praying that this week goes by smoothly and noone pisses me off to the point where I feel like I'm going to explode. Truth is, I haven't had any luck having a "smooth sailing week" yet, but again, I'm praying!

Well, right about now it is 2:54 which means I have approx. 7-8 hours (give or take) to enjoy what's left of my weekend before I'm overworked and underpayed. Of course that 7-8 hours depends on my body as well. Sometimes she can take it, other times, she's like "okay Diamond, that's enough" and instead of me watching TV, TV is watching me.

To all my readers (whether it's 1 or 100) I hope that you enjoy the rest of your day. Relax, kick your feet up, put on your favorite show or favorite cd, and let the phone ring!!!

You deserve it!!

Have a blessed week...don't work too hard! LOL!

~xoxo~

Go With Your Gut Feeling....No Matter what!!

Okay, so last night one of my associates invited me out to the club for her birthday. I'm thinking to myself that it will be fun because I had "one of those weeks". I was thinking about it all day at work, how good it would feel to have a drink in my hand, just dancing the worries and stressors of the week away while the loud music engulfed me. So, I get off work, the night progresses and I get dressed to a T....I mean ya girl was looking GROWN~N~SEXY!!

Now, before I get all the way into the story, let me just add that I only go to the club with my girl J. I'm pretty sure that mostly everyone can relate to having (now or in the past) at least one good friend who no matter what, you can tell everything and not worry about what they think or what they're gonna say. The friend who's vibe matches yours , yall vibe off each other, and you know without a doubt that when you go out, if anything goes down, she's not running the other way...your fight is her fight and she's right there getting crunk with you if need be. (Even though we don't look for trouble, we go out to have a good time and we really are in our own little world). The friend that you can talk to and say things just by looking at her or have inside jokes and get she gets it right on time without having to wonder why your looking at her crazy. Anyway, I could go on and on about J. But, I won't. She's a great person and I'm lucky to have a great friend like that.

So, anyway I took a chance and said yeah, I'll go to the club with this other girl because again, I had a bad week. J couldn't go because her husband just came back from being deployed and I understood that. I got to the club, ALONE, and I didn't even know where the hell the other girl was. I had to text her to see where her birthday table was. She texted me back and I found them. Now, I don't know about you, but me and my girl have club etiquette. The funny thing is that it wasn't something that we discussed, it was automatic. J and I have this thing that we don't leave each other alone in the club. If she goes to the bathroom, I'm there. And vice versa. If I go to the bar, she's going to. Vice Versa. So, what happens if one of us is on the dancefloor? The other one waits or is also on the dancefloor.

Last night, I was so out of my element. This girl (let's call her T), she'd be like "yeah, girl that's my song, let's go" We go get on the floor, we're dancing, I turn around and the next thing I know, she's gone. Gone to the bar, gone to the table, gone to the bathroom. Hell, I don't know where she went. But, to me that's messed up. Anything could happen. YOU NEVER DISAPPPEAR in a club!! I need to know where you are (and vice versa) just incase s!@* goes down!! To top it off, I didn't know any of the girls that were at this party...do you think she introduced us? Um, no!! I was so pissed. Here I am looking fly, walking around the club looking for her, dancing every so often and I feel like I really could've stayed home! Oh, and did I mention that when I ordered me and J's fav drink (sex on the beach), I had a amateur bartender that made my drink ALL WRONG? I was so upset, I took the drink anyway because at that point I needed something!! Lol!!

I got home around 2:30 am. You think I didn't call J to tell her that I had a bad time without her....SURE DID!! So, I should've went with my gut feeling, but I didn't. It's a bad feeling when your looking forward to something and the outcome isn't what you expected. I just felt it..I knew that I wouldn't have as much of a good time with T as I do with J. What a waste of time!!
J is my girl, and we just rock it!! I will never go against my gut feeling again!!

For what it's worth, I still have a bangin' outfit to wear when me and J go out again!! One doesn't outshine the other....we compliment each other...it's cool! Until, next time...

Intro to Serving It Up!!

Hello, and Welcome to my blog. I'm always trying new ways to express myself whether it's a funky nail design, a sexy haircut, listening to new music, or changing my signature on my cell phone to fit whatever mood I'm in (good, bad, sexy, playful, disappointed,angry...etc). This site was recommended to me by someone whom I love dearly. She knows me probably better than I know myself at times, and in due time as I suspect that you will become a subscriber, you'll get to know her. So anyway, let me start by telling you a little bit about myself and why I decided to start blogging.

I'm a 27 year old wife and mother of two beautiful children. For namesake, I'll refer to myself as Diamond (as have others), my husband-Chef C, my 6 year old-Mini Diva, and my 2 year old-Mr. MINE. We reside in VA, where I was born. I'm a healthcare professional and though it can be stressful, I love what I do. I love spending time with my family (game night), and hanging out with my girls. Depending on what kind of week I had determines what kind of weekend I'm look forward to having. I'm gonna be honest, at the end of the really stressful weeks, I like to let my hair down, rock a freak'um dress & high heels, get together with the girls and SHOWSTOP!!

Now, I believe that everyone (man or woman) should be able to let go. Thus far, "Serving It Up" came about. We all have moments in our lives where we just want to "let'er rip" but now days you have to be careful because America's Favorite pastime changed from playing monopoly to gossiping and is now a game of seeing how quickly one can spread another's business. I don't know about you, but while I love a good "venting session", my privacy is more important. Who says I can't have both? So, here is where I will say any and everything that I want to, share secrets, funny stories, and hope that you will enjoy as I embark on this journey to find myself, free myself, and relax-relate-release myself. I look forward to letting you in my mind, and my heart and welcome any feedback that you may have.

~xoxo~