Um…have you ever been in a meeting and wondered to your self, “Da hell am I here for? What in the sam hill are they talking about?”

I mean the kind of meeting where folks are pontificating all over themselves, making sure they sprinkle their conversation with all the latest business buzz words (If one mo’ person talks to me about “vetting” anything, I will NOT be held liable for my actions!!), looking for synergy, yada yada yada…and all you hear is this: “Wonk wonk wonk. Wonk. Wonk wonk. Wonk wonk wonk wonk.”

Sweet Jesus part the sky.

Ever been in one such meeting AND been the deisgnated “notekeeper”? And can’t muster up enough interest to even FAKE being attentive?

She who does not believe in “signs” recognizes this malady for what it is: TIME.TO.G-O.

*SIGH*

Neva mind me…I’m just asking….

They are truly “killing me softly with this crap…killing me softly….with this crap…ruining my whole life…with this crap…killing me softly…with this crap.” (Take it to the bridge now ya’ll!)

Me soooo bored right now,
*~* MsJayy *~*

Last night as I was sitting home euphoric about my treasure trove of creative ideas and thinking about my muse (NOTE: Pssst….you…yes YOU…I’ll save you some cut/paste time…for the record – yep, it’s Y-O-U. Seriously).

I remember smiling and thinking about how great my week has been. There’ve been a few bumps and nonsensical moments but nothing to take the shine off what else has shown up. As a matter of fact, I had the same conversation with a coworker about 2 hours ago.

And then…it happened.

My nephew…D…”Da Dynasty”…sent me this whacked out series of text messages. My head hurts. Me confuzzled. In a mighty way. AND in a bad way. Honestly? I just want to go home and shut the world out. Am I being overly dramatic? Prolly. But I don’t know where this latest ‘thought’ of his came from. And it is quite clear that he has not thought deeply about it because the ramifications are huge. But…I remind myself that he is not my child…and in many situations (including this one), he’s considered an adult.

So….here’s what I’m doing about it:

1. Said a prayer – for clarity on his behalf and peace for myself
2. Emailed him & asked him some questions, a few things for him to think about
3. Let it go
4. Dug up J. Anthony Brown’s parody of Rev. Jesse “Foot-in-mouth-so-deep-I-can’t-walk” Jackson based on Jennifer Hudson’s “Spotlight”. (What a hot, befuddled, idiotic mess! Ugh! Jesse gets my “SCAD” award - “Sit Cho A** Down)

Why? Cause in addition to peace and surrender, it helps if I laugh (well, at least in lieu of what I’m told is the most awesome hug. I’m gonna need to do a little “quality control” on that issue. What? I’m just saying….)

Enjoy the “music”!

Jesse’s Not Right

In case the link doesn’t work, cut & paste this in your browser:
http://affiliate.kickapps.com/kickapps/_Jesses-Not-Right-/audio/148849/16936.html

Off to enjoy a refreshing lunch…sans libations (for the moment),
*~* MsJayy *~*

(Hmmm…third post of the day…what’s up with that????)

Maybe I shouldn’t ask but….

Should I be Concerned?

Um…ok….so…I go into a restroom. It’s small…3 maybe 4 stalls. As I open the door to the restroom, a lady comes out of one of the stalls. We speak. I enter a different stall. She washes her hands and leaves.

As I’m coming out of the stall, another lady enters the restroom and goes to a different stall – not the one that the first person exited.

Ok, I’m standing at the sink washing my hands. When I turn to get paper towels, I notice that…in the stall that the first lady used….the seat is up….

THE.SEAT.IS.UP.

Um…er…neva mind. I’on EVEN wanna know. Seriously.

Slightly “confuzzled”,
*~* MsJayy *~*