Showing posts with label "Control. Show all posts
Showing posts with label "Control. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2009

FEATURED BLOGS

Folks:

Today's featured blogs are:


http://www.abagofchips.typepad.com/ (Tina can TAKE some pics, folks.)
http://tessaann.blogspot.com/ (Let her BEDAZZLE you with her buttons)
http://angieinpink.blogspot.com (This woman will melt your anger down to a pool of nothingness with her sweet, calm spirit). Check out the post RE: her daughter. I LOVE it.

Okay, folks, I declare that I am trying to complete this certification. Another class will be done in a few days; I simply need to take the final exam. I just completed the last homework assignment for it. I sent an email (like I did last summer) asking folks if they wanted to study/exchange study guides. Some CLOWN put me on blast. Do you know that some of the students did a Reply All and put his behind on BLAST for BLASTING me?! They commended me for my commitment to this program and trying to do well/help others.

And, these are teachers of YOUR children, local residents?

DELIVER ME!


SWEET LORD.

Yesterday, I ventured to the mall for a hot 45 minutes. Mr. A. and I engaged in the following discourse. Note: I usually always have my Bluetooth ear piece in my ear. Mr. A. calls me, "Janet." I have told him, "That's Ms. Jackson to you, and I am always in CONTROL." Did I take y'all back to 1986, and make you want to pull out a black pantsuit and DANCE?

Here's the dialogue:


Mr. A.: Where are you?
Me: @ the mall, man. I told you that as I stood in line @ the Food Court. I will only be here for a few minutes.
Mr. A.: Please. You know that your 1st stop is to take your ass to Borders.
Me: SHET UP. It's Barnes and Nobles, and I need to see if my magazines are now available.
Mr. A.: Yeah, read up on some gossip. You could open up your own version of a TMZ website.
Me: GO directly to HELL, Mr. A.
Mr. A.: I'll travel any place that you'll be.
Me: You know that I'll be there singing "Go Tell It On the Mountain."
Mr. A.: You've got that right.
Me: You make me SIK.
Mr. A.: You know that I love you.
Me: Ditto

He's one of my dearest friends, but I do want to choke him most of the time.

Thanks for ALL the kind words!

Love y'all!

Quit LAUGHING, folks!