Being the Youngest Sucks!

I'm the youngest of five girls. (Yup 1 2 3 4 5) and because of this, I have been basically ignored for the past 30+ years. I've made my own personality, my own likes and dislikes and I'm pretty much my own woman these days.

I have a IRA for crying out loud!

But it's obvious that some members of my family have not gotten the memo. My older sister seems to think I'm still the whiny 15 year old she used to drag around like a handbag everywhere so her jokes about the 15 year old Brooklynista are kind of lame to the over 30 Brooklynista who has outgrown being the butt of family jokes:

That kind of lame

Since I don't share her enthusiasm or joy in making fun of me. I'm now also too sensitive. Because you know I don't like the fact that everything I say is either a joke or get an eye roll because you know I'm the hermit who doesn't go anywhere, is never going to get married, and doesn't have a life. Actually, sis, I do actually go out, I'm too busy to date and yes I will get married eventually. I love you but the last time I checked, It's like 15 or so years later and the Brooklynista isn't the same person. She's grown up, got a life and is happy where she's at. So.  .  .

Darnit!!!

Hair Confessions: I won't do a hair blog and here's why. . .

I'm a natural girl. The reason is simple, my low tolerance for burning my very sensitive scalp with relaxers. Since I like having hair, I did the most sensible thing and let my hair be.  So far, I've been natural for four years. My hair would have been longer had I ran from my mother and her hair shears (Mama Bear was a licensed beautician and a Nurse. She can do it all!) I did research on my hair type and try to keep it healthy and moisturized as much as possible. 

For me, just because I have natural hair doesn't mean I'm inspired to make up a regimen and tell you all about it. In fact, I do this method most of the time because it makes my hair behave. I am not too caught up in length but more health at this point. I want to have a big ole fro but not at the expense of my sanity. I keep it simple. So why bore you with the details?

A whole blog about my boring behind hair story? That's not necessary. An occasional post about how I have issues with people touching my hair (you may as well grab my boob!), girls who have to say something about the texture (I didn't ask you, Felicia, bye!), and trying to find a styling gel that won't make me look like Frederick Douglas? I can do that. But a whole blog?!  Nu sir!

I love the community that has been inspired to help us lazy behinds care for the hair we have. You guys are wonderful, you'll never have to worry about me joining your ranks!

Me and my hair.  The only pic you'll ever see.  .  .

Getting Out of Town: My First European Trip

So, in little less than a week from now, I'll be going to another country for the first time for "Counseling in the Global Context" a class about understanding different cultures in their environment. So the pre-travel rigamoroll is off the chain.

I've been to 12 of the 50 states so far and so travelling for me is old hat. I've traveled by rail, bus, and plane. But  this is the very first time I'll be leaving North America to go to Europe. It's a pretty big deal for me. It's funny how those who've traveled already are trying to downplay my experience but I only smile at them. I'm a gal from Brooklyn, NY, I live in one of the most popular tourist stops in the world. I am now about to be a tourist myself in two countries that have their own pre-conceived notions about Americans and maybe even New Yorkers. This is going to be a trip!

Literally!

I'm a Christian, I'm arguing with you.

Seriously, it won't change anything. I realize that me arguing with those who believe that God doesn't exist is pointless.  In my experience, most folks don't want to hear you, they want to change your mind. It's more an attack than an intelligent discussion. I get bored quickly too. A finite being is trying to tell me that an infinite being does not exist. That basically makes the atheist omniscient. Well if that's true, then we'd have the answers for everything.

Last time I checked, we don't.

Resurrection Day!!

Today is Easter. It's the day that most people either do one of three things.

1. They go to church having not been there since Easter last year because you know that's what you do .

2. They spend the whole day posting on Facebook, blogs, and tell everyone who will listen that Easter is a pagan holiday for the goddess Ishtar and its fictitious, Jesus never existed and they are usually ignored. Because, yo shut up nobody asked you! (By the way, naysayers. Easter coincides with Passover. Which is why it moves and its a commemoration not an actual date. So there! )

3.Your church does a pageant. It may not be the best but it's about trying to convey why we believe what we do as Christians. This year  I was in my church 's production. Epic!

Brooklyn Tabernacle Theatre Company: We take it to the next level!

My other Factory Defect

I used to be a full on worry wort. I would obsess and flip over the smallest thing. Now I'm pretty laid back about a lot of things. I realize that my character quirk pisses off Type A folks like nobody's business. Like today. I went to get something notarized and silly me my ID is expired. Given that I actually have a valid ID (passport). I don't pay attention to my state ID since I only use it for official stuff. So while the notary is having a hissy fit. I'm already on solution mode. Whoops, gotta go get my passport.  He's still being an ass (is in the bible!). But again I'm already in solution mode. I guess everyone around me may need a chill pill or I need to update my ID.

Multitasking?

So it's midterms at the ole grad school. That time when perfectly sane people lose their natural minds. I'm talking certifiable (which is scary since we're all counseling majors!) Papers, exams, term projects are the source of some serious stress. So I'm attempting to multitask. My job and school work in some kind of harmony.  . .

Bull s#&!

I'm not even doing that much. I'm focused on what I'm paying for not what's paying the bills. There is no such as giving your full attention to more than one thing. It doesn't seem possible. Something isn't going to get the level of attention as something else. So I'm pretty much getting paid to finish my school assignments this week. Eh, the task masters and will get over it. Or I'll just have a lot of time for school work (permanent vacation!)