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It took me about 30 minutes to type this on a computer... I can't imagine the time it would take to type such nonsense on a blackberry or other cell phone. This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen. The recipient of the first message that looked like the above should have told the sender to cut the jokes. But nooooooooo... they decided they liked it and have spread this foolishness like an awful plague to middle and high schools alike. SMH. I just don't understand where we went wrong with these young people?! I'm sure your fingers will thank you once you stop this bafoonery and type real words! LOL.

Sincerely,

Confused reader

Elevator Etiquette...

Okay so I will surely admit that I am a bit of an elevator snob! There are few things greater than stepping onto an elevator and getting to ride up to your floor alone with no stops in between. Sweet Joseph, it makes any day just a little better... but since my office building wasn't considerate enough to designate an elevator just for my use I do have to suck it up and share with others... Fine with me.

BUT there are some people who think they rule all elevators they come in contact with and those jerkwads are who I am paying tribute to today.

If I'm on an elevator when you get in and I have "5" pressed already and you know its pressed because the orange halo of lighness is shining in all of its glory, why in tarnations must you get on the elevator and press "5" again??? We're clearly already on our way to "5" you ninny! Your double press will not get us there any faster!

Then there's the guy who you see walking towards the elevators just as the door is closing. You, being the proper polite individual that you are decide to risk a limb and throw your arm into the path of the closing doors, just to allow this gentleman a ride. So he gets on and immediately presses "Close Door" even though he sees other people walking towards the same elevator that just graciously accepted him at such a late moment. SELFISH! What if someone decided to press "Close Door" on you buddy??? You are not the king of elevators sir. They don't operate solely on your schedule! Hmmmph!

And finally, there's the hurried chick who gets on with you at "G" and presses "6" while you press "3" and the only other gentleman riding presses "2". She is annoying and impatient and has clearly deemed herself elevator door monitor because she jams her stupid finger into the "Close Door" button as soon as the elevator opens its door at every floor, hardly allowing the people a chance to get off.

So I say to you madame elevator door marm, I do hope you will forgive me for pressing "4 " and "5" as I was getting off on "3". I hope that those two extra stops gave you some time to think about your actions and re-evaluate the proper way ride an elevator in the company of others.

I bid you adieu.

No better way to start the day...

So... after a "Wild" night at home (and by wild I mean a Degrassi Marathon and ONE fuzzy navel wine cooler) I somehow slept through my alarm this morning... woke up over an hour late and with only 30 minutes to get out of the door for work. I am the chick who normally has to wake up at 5:25 AM just to be able to leave my house at 7:15 AM. Uber slooooow in the morning. *shrug*

On top of that, both of my eyes were nearly swollen shut. This day just has greatness written all over it. I'm brushing my teeth and somehow rub toothpaste in my already swollen left eye. God was certainly not pleased with my thoughts or my language at this point.

Took the easy way out and threw on a maxi dress for work. No effort... Commenced to grab my things and leave... Then the clumsy me that I love decides to trip over said effortless maxi dress while running down the stairs from the top floor of my apartment building, Awesome!

Having said all of that... I made it to work On Time! go figure! SMH. My eye still feels dumb but I medicated it with two Krispy Kreme donuts! Thanks Nate! *besos*

I hope everyone else had a good morning... Someone surely needs to.

Father's Day 2010

Let me start this by saying that I am a self proclaimed Daddy's Girl.

Now... Today I just want to honor the man who raised me and loved me as if I were his own. Although not biologically, you are my Father. My most trusted friend, the prototype for my husband. The one man I know without a doubt loves me unconditionally... even when I'm being a big spoiled brat and a whiny baby. A daddy's love is irreplaceable. I remember our countless arguments about why I wasn't allowed to date or wear make up until I was 16 and I look back on those days with a smile. You were molding me into a lady. Never allowing me to be an object.

My daddy gave me the best gift ever for my 19th birthday. He quit smoking for me. Because I asked him to. I selfishly want to keep you around as long as possible and I refused to let a cigarette shorten my time with you.

A Daddy's love can leave you speechless. Even in 4 feet of snow, I can depend on Daddy to drive to my house and shovel me out. It's the little things like the smiley face he puts inside of every birthday card he gives me that put a smile on my face on even my darkest days.

I salute you dear Daddy and I hope you know that on this and every day your little girl adores you!

29 and 3/4

So 30 is right around the corner and I am feeling some kind of way about it. Bored of the routine that is my life... so my vow to me is to try something new. Namely this Blog. :o)

I may bore you... hell I will probably bore myself, but as long as I COMMIT to this it will all be worth it for me.

Dija vs Diva... the autoblog'ography of me. LOL.