I'm way too excited about this:


Here is the full trailer for the Sex and the City Movie!!!

and I own the Fuchsia Complete Series Collector's Giftset...not even gonna lie.

Hey guys... I never pretended to be cool. eep!

Some nights a girl just needs to ditch yoga class, go home and eat chocolate cake whilst watching crap TV with Smashley and Smelli. Last nights was one of those nights.

My darling friend R calls me at 6:30 Thursday evening:

R: Do you want to have dinner tonight?

Me: No, I can’t I’m going to yoga in 30 minutes.

…Chattychattychatwordswordswordschattychattychat…

…5, 10 minutes later…

Me: Hmmm…maybe I should skip yoga and have dinner with you.

R: Well here’s the thing. My boss gave me two tickets to see The Color Purple tonight. And BeBe Winans [one of the headliners] gave him the tickets so the seats are amazing. Plus the show is closing soon so I was wondering if you wanted to do that?

Me: WHAT? Why didn’t you open with that? I mean I look scruffy and homeless because I’m about to go to yoga and all…but forget yoga I want to hear sing BeBe sing!

R: Well, you seemed committed to going to yoga and I didn’t want you to have to choose and then feel bad.

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MORAL OF THE STORY: two FREE tickets—worth 120 dollars each—given by the headliner himself—with amazing seats—to a closing Broadway musical TRUMPS doing Hatha Yoga 105 degree heat for 90 minutes ANYDAY. In elidia’s book anyway. So always open with that.

Note i: I use to sing WITH BeBe back in the day with my choir in Los Angeles.
Note ii: That does not mean I sing LIKE BeBe. Truth be told, I was placed in the middle/back so my voice could “blend”.
Note: iii: The musical made my heart smile.

In other work related news, my boss was on a conference call and asked co-worker S something and I guess she was taking too long to answer because my boss then said impatiently, "S you're delaying my plan for world domination by five minutes."

Remember the TV show Family Matters? It was my favorite show back in the day. Remember the Western episode? Where Aunt Rachel is a madam/showgirl and sings "Rick-a-Shay Rachel"? No? Well, I do. I can actually sing the whole song.

Anywhoo, due to my unhealthy obsession with all things Family Matters I have different cast pictures as my background on my work computer. So, my office messenger guy T comes by today and sees one of the pictures.

Now I love T because he is this sweet old guy who always asks me questions but never gets my answers…but then again few do.

Le Sigh.

One of these days he's going to stop asking me questions all together.

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T: Why do you have a picture of a black man as your background?

Me: That's Steve Urkel!

T: Who?

ME: From the TV Show Family Matters?!

T: What?

Me: Carl Winslow? Laura? Aunt Rachel?

T: Oh. So here's your mail. Bye.

Once upon a time my father and step-father did bad things to me.
And my mother--fully aware--did nothing. This broke my heart.

So I had to make the difficult choice to move far far away by myself and find my own path to heal. This broke her heart.

But it was the best choice for me.

And now that we are 3,000 miles apart we have somehow figured out a way to forgive, re-connect and support each other.

The people who know this ask me how.

I don’t really know. It’s an on-going process. Lots of distance, Lots of prayers, lot of grace, and lots of faith in a God who is bigger than our circumstances. And lots of love.

I’m sharing this with you because I know a lot of you are hurting. You tell me sad things and I don’t know how to respond. I tell you that you’re in my prayers and leave it at that. However, I need to say one more thing because I know this much is true: the same God who holds me in the palm of his hand, the same God -- loves you too.


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I walked back to my desk and heard C in London talking and talking and talking via the speakerphone on co-worker B’s desk. The only problem was B was not there. Nobody was there. So, when I passed by, I stopped, leaned over the speakerphone and asked C (in London) who she was talking to (here in NYC). She said B. I said B is not here. C was not happy about that little revelation.



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My mom told me that there would be a surprise for me when I got home on Valentine’s Day. So, I get home around 9:30pm and there is a box on the table that my roommate says she thinks is mine. I say whoo-hooo! and open it up. Fancy Valentine’s Day Package! Hooray! I open up the cookies inside offer them to one of my roommates and one of our friends who is over hanging out. I eventually get to the card that reads:


Happy Valentine’s Day Brian

I LOVE YOU!!!!

Love Always, Jessica.


OOOPS!

Now, I have NO idea who Brian is and I have NO idea who Jessica is but…thanks for the cookies! You’re the best!


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My boss just said that N, "ran into the office like her pubic hairs were ablaze."

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Coworker N:

“I did not know South Africa was a country. I just thought it was the South of Africa.”


siiigh.

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My boss just said Dante’s 7th level of hell is reserved for whoring developers.

*edit: I am NOT a developer!



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