Prioritizing my Life

Okay...
So, I've decided that Philly is not the biz for da kid.
I've been here since January 13th, 2007. I've had 5 jobs, with 3 companies.
I've moved 3 times. I've gone on countless outings with "friends" (I use that term loosely, 'cause I really never connected solidly with anyone here that I didn't know before I moved here), numerous dates, and one "relationship" ( I use that term loosely, 'cause that clown had an ex-girlfriend that wasn't an ex).
I hate the traffic, I hate the attitude. I don't care for cheesesteak and I'm SOOO over the Philly beard.
So, now that the decision has been made, its time to do something about it.
I'm looking at LSAT courses. I figure if I can take it in September, I can start applying for 2010. I figure if I can't break into the job market where I wanna be, I'll go back to school there. I can at least be local then. I got to do something y'all. Philly is driving me crazy!

First Text Post...and I'm complaining (feel free to skip)

You know, I'm real tired of not being in the loop about stuff...how can I do my job? I'm constantly having to follow up rumors on stuff that has to do with my job, only to find out I'm just out of the loop and last to know!!! GRRRRRR...

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Feelin' Real Proud Rat 'Bout Na!

I AM THE CURE.
That's what the sticker on my shoulder says.
Well, I guess I should back up a bit. Today, I walked in the 18th Annual Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Indianapolis. It was really special for me and my family. We lost my Aunt Marla Jean to breast cancer in December of last year. It was really tough on me, 'cause she was like my second mother. She took care of me when I was in college in FL, put me and my friends up for Spring Break at "Chez Marla's", and even bought me my first (legal) drink. I miss her so much. But I know she's in a better place.



Here's the kicker: right after burying Aunt M in December, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer too. I was soo scared. Not just for her, but for me. What if I get it? I've always been heavy up top; what if I never felt a lump, and I ended up with stage 4 and had to go through everything Aunt M had to? The only thing that has really kept me sane and prayerful is my mom. She's a trooper. She's been going though chemo, and she's doing SOOOO GOOD y'all! She's not had any nausea, she had no sores, and she's still teaching her aerobics class! She's my strength. I see where I get it from.



But today, WE CLOWN'D!!! We were dancing and singing and just having FUN!! Our team had nearly 30 members total, but about 25 or so came out and walked.
My BF and her mom


my cousins (one of which who also overcame breast cancer; she's a 2 year survivor!!)



my other aunt and uncle...it was just a great day. We went to eat afterward and I had FAB SUSHI!



I'm just really grateful that even tho so many are touched by this disease, people are taking it seriously, and WE WILL FIND A CURE.
My cousin beat it, and my mom will too. I lost an aunt and a great aunt, but I know they will find a way to defeat this disease. In the meantime, if you are in Philly on Mothers Day, I'll be walkin' with my Alumni Association too!

Peace and Love,
T

Dude, are you serious??!

It could just be me...y'all know I's a Southern gal, and I live up here in Philly. Now, I can accept cultural and gerographical difference and preference, (the "Philly beard", the "jawn" and all matters of whatnot)but at what point is it just straight up backwards??

Case in point, there's a cat I've been chatting with, we'll call him Locs(most beautiful locs you eva wanna SEE on a man, chile!). 33, never married, no kids, good job...I suppose I should be jumping for joy...eh. Anywho, this cat is real extra with the terms of endearment from jump street (I'm baby on the first date?!?! WTF), and forthcoming with other shows of affection...not exactly being fresh, but that territory's about a stones' throw away, ya dig? Furthermore, he's always asking to see me, but never initiates REAL plans (at my age, chillin at yo house watchin cable is not a great date. After we chill a few times is different, but I'm still getting to know you playa! You could be crazy!). He wants me to do all the work (where, when, what time)

I had a talk with him, and he was like, "that's how dudes in Philly are. That's how we let you know we are feelin you." "And you know, I feel like, if you want to kick it with me, you'll make plans to see me."



DA HAYLE?

Lemme get this straight: you want me to be baby and boo and love and ish, but you can't call me up and say 'lets go to dinner?' I don't think so homie...WOMP WOMP!! Methinks I will be doing a LOT of outta state dating if this is all that Philly is bringing...I canNOT be bothered.

Love, Peace and Nappiness,
T

Getting my life togetha!!

So I said like a year ago I was going to write in this thing more...

Clearly, a dayum shame.

So, this is me, writing. I must say, I found myself inspired by some of the other fabulous blogs I've read on here. Shouts out to Rantings of a Rebella, Renaissance Black Woman, and Chile Please. These ladies speak the truth!

So taking a cue from them, I'm gonna explore this bloggin thang. I got some thangs I wanna put into the universe, like....

...I needs to get on my grind with this working out thang. Since last July, I've gained about 15 pounds!

LAWD hep me!!!

I bought a Cardio Twister (C) and am committed to working out. I'm starting with the first week; if I can work out for a week straight, I can build on that. One week, two weeks, 3 weeks...

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE A HABIT!!!!

I'm on day 3; so in the words of Madagascar...

I gotta MOVE IT MOVE IT!!!

I'm trying to get right with this lifestyle change. That's right, I said it. Diets don't work...it only took me 10 years to figure it out. Its simple really...I did it when I was in college, albeit unintentionally. Eat good stuff at regular intervals, drink water and exercise. The cafe was about a quarter mile away, it was HOT AS HAYLE in the Tally-Ho, and the food was so NARSTY, all I ate for my entire freshman year was salad and rice...with some chicken on occasion. On top of that, I ran on the track 3 times a week, cause I was so scurred of the freshman fifteen. LOL...nobody told me about the Senior 17, the post grad 24 or the gotta desk job 35...SMDH.

I'mma git rat doe!

Peace and Blessings,
T