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…if you won the lottery?

I just had a conversation with my coworker about the $135 Million jackpot for tomorrow night’s MegaMillions and we were discussing what we would do with the winnings.

ME? Honestly, I’d still work for a week following my winning. I know it’s crazy, but I would. I like my coworkers, plus it would give me a chance to get things in order. I would get another cell phone (a world phone) that only a select few people would have the number to. I’d put the money in a blind trust — I don’t want any new “relatives” finding out I came into some new money…lol. I’d take care of my mom, so she wouldn’t have to think about money ever again. I’d donate money to my alma mater and my high school. I’d put money into trust funds for my 6 favorite kids. I’d probably spend a year just traveling the world. I would donate to a few charities. And of course I’d go to culinary school. There’s a few other things I’d do, but that’s a good start…


Is it falling in love? Is it getting married?

Is it having lots of money and material things?

Is it a clean bill of health? Is it being a size 2?

Is it the springtime? Is it Christmas?

Happyness means a lot of different things for different people. For me, it means my closest friends. It means my family. It means my matriculation in college. It means my senior year of high school. It means sitting on the edge of the Grand Canal in Venice. It means sitting on the beach in Puerto Rico. It means riding in my car with the windows down and the sunroof open. It means a good mix cd. It means a great concert. It’s Mrs. Palmer’s cookies. It’s Strawberries & Cream from CakeLove. It’s hip-hop.

It’s all the people who matter to me — Mom, Tom, Decatur, B. Lanier, Lo’Chelle, Malachi, Sash, Cris, DJ, KRF, Malayia, Tandi, Hope, Paul, Nichelle, Ike’s Tina, my girls from high school, Erika Kane, Babs, Shanel, Lawrence, my St. Luke’s fam, Samilia, Thay, LeeVon, DW, The King of Jonesboro, DRyCuba, Cee, Joy, Trish, Fatimah, Pat, Barb, Jakey…and the list goes on.

It’s a feeling. It’s a color. It’s peace of mind. It’s unconditional love. It’s pure joy. It’s smiles and tears. It’s more than I can put into words. It’s a good time. It’s the Beautiful at 4am. It’s laughter. It’s feeling appreciated. It’s a compliment. It’s a phone call from a friend on a bad day.

For me, it’s all that and more…what does happyness mean to you?

How many of us have them?
Ones we can depend on
How many of us have them?
Before we go any further, lets be

Is a word we use everyday
Most the time we use it in the wrong way
Now you can look the word up, again and again
But the dictionary doesnt know the meaning of friends

And if you ask me, you know, I couldnt be much help
Because A friend is somebody you judge for yourself
Some are ok, and they treat you real cool
But some mistake kindness for bein a fool

We like to be with some, because they’re funny
Others come around when they need some money
Some you grew up with, around the way
And you’re still real close too this very day

Homeboys through the Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
And then there’s some we wish we never knew at all
And this list goes on, again and again
But these are the people that we call friends…

How many of us have them?
Ones we can depend on
How many of us have them?
Before we go any further, lets be

“Friends” by Whodini

Take this test!

Warm and friendly, you’ll have no problem settling into the lovely city also known as The Great Enchantress. You’re a laidback and fun-loving person who likes meeting new people and making new friends. Like your European counterpart, you ooze charm and make any occasion more interesting.

Whether you’re basking on the beach, checking out Gaudi’s work, or eating tapas and dancing ’til dawn, you’ll have a blast in a city that’s as playful, fun, and vibrant as you are. So bring your appetite for good food and great times. You’ll be sure to find plenty of both in your must-see European city. Now that’s caliente!

Last night, on Easter Sunday (how symbolic was that??), I met my father for the first time ever.  Originally, he had mentioned that I would be meeting everyone (his wife, my older brother and his family, as well as my younger brother,) but instead it was just the two of us and I think it was better that way. 

He gave me a big hug when he saw me.  We really just tried to get to know each other. It was funny because, even though it was our first time meeting, it felt like I had known him forever.  Our conversation just flowed and there weren’t any awkward silences. He kept looking at me, laughing and shaking his head as if he was thinking “I can’t believe this is my daughter.”  We did a lot of talking about food and cooking.  We shared recipes and cooking tips, and he said that he can really tell how passionate I am about culinary school.  We talked about religion, politics, technology, just about every topic there is. Come to find out, we have A LOT of things in common.  We were at the restaurant for about 2 and half hours.  It was really nice.  I’m excited to see where this goes in the future.


My mom, on the other hand, is really having a hard time with all of this.

Right after she picked me up from the airport on Friday, she started arguing with me and said “are you sick of me, is that why you’ve contacted your father?”  Like mom, what are you talking about.

I knew it was going to be hard for her, but I didn’t think she’d be so on edge about it.  I explained to her when I got the response from him, that it didn’t have anything to do with her, it was something that I had to do for me.  It was time that I find out about my father. She had tried to force me to talk about him at random times when I was growing up, but I always avoided it because I didn’t feel comfortable with the topic.  I had to do it when I was comfortable with it.  I know she doesn’t want me to be let down if things don’t go the way I want, but I keep telling her that I wasn’t expecting anything.  When I wrote the letter to my father, I honestly didn’t expect to get a response.  Meeting each other was his idea.  The phone call was his idea.  After I told her that I got the initial response from him, she thought that every time I was having a bad day, it was because he said something to me that made me upset, and that’s just not the case.

I’m really need her to chill out about it all, because it’s going to stress me out. 

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I’ve got a problem  It’s a new problem, and I just realized that I have this problem

I have a habit of over-punctualization.  Especially “,“s and ““s.

I happened to be going through my inbox and reread a bunch of emails and instead of using a “.” I used “” — EVERY.TIME.

Like it’s crazy how much I use “” like it clearly takes two more “.“s than just using “.” in the first placesee there I go!

I know this was random, but I just realized I had this problem — I think it was blog-worthy… 

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