You can't get through to stubborn people. They have to come to the conclusion on their own. Just stand by and watch. It is much easier on your psyche. Although you can drop subtle hints.

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I have volunteered in the past for Habitat for Humanity. I loved it. So my 1 day to volunteer would be with them.

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Twitter.. What a phenomenon. There are hundreds of thousands of people on Twitter making connections, networking, promoting their business, basically we are all yammering through this public forum for one reason or another. I admit. Twitter is used as a stress reliever as well as a venting booth for me. I can't say whatever I want on Facebook anymore due to many people I desire to talk about are my "friends". Soooo.. I take the bitchfest to Twitter where I am nice and anonymous. I say whatever comes to mind no matter how evil, and I like it. Sadly a few people I know in real life follow me on Twitter so I can't be completely uncensored. The idea of opening up another account and keeping it mum has been meandering down the canals of my thoughts. Then again. That would be too much work. I can barely keep up with my two blogs and one is sadly neglected.

So. Twitter.. I checked my statics out of sheer curiosity. I have been on Twitter for 2 years 3 months 2 weeks 3 days 18 hours 58 minutes and 22 seconds as of right now. 2 years? 2 YEARS!!! As with any good relationship I can't believe the time has flown so quickly. I admit I am rather chatty. I do not think any of the people I tweet with have as many updates as I do. Currently I have 81,553 updates.. Which may seem like a LOT. However, considering I am following 1,214 tweeps and I have about 4,887 people following me, it is easy to rack up some serious numbers. I am always getting thrown in Twitter Jail for over tweeting in one hour. This would be a great time to use that second account that I should make. In real life I don't talk to 1,214 people in a whole MONTH! So I decided to break down my Twitter stats to see what I am really up to. I am always the psych.

Two of the people I tweet with most I know in real life. (All this information is provided by various Twitter apps I'm not pulling this out my my high heeled shoes) The other two are scorpios. Which in my estimation make them superior to everyone else. I do not know what criteria is set for these Twitter scores people keep posting, however I was intrigued enough to have mine calculated. Supposedly my score is a 7.5 out of 10 which to me sounds.. Average.. I personally believe I am ABOVE average so I am totally dismissing this as BS. It also seems I tweet about 94 updates a day.. Which is a dramatic decline. I used to tweet over 100 in an hour. Especially when I watch reality TV with my Twitter Buddies. It is so much fun to rip apart tomfoolery. Just like the twitter score there is also a Twitter grader. Also with unknown methods of coming up with numbers. I like my Twitter grade better as it is 100 out of 100. In the real world this means.. NOTHING. Another ridiculous Twitter analyzer claims I am a social butterfly (perhaps) and my impact on Twitter is 4% which translates to just about the salt that goes into bread. Being in the 88.6 percentile of Twitter away from my Droid or MacBook is basically worthless. Twitter is entertainment for me. Nothing more. I do not take it seriously and never will.

Twitter has been good to me. I've met some rockin people on Twitter. I've done several Cupcake Tweetups. All of which I have show up late thanks to crazy snafus. All of which my Twitter Friends have been extremely gracious. I don't think I can calculate the exact number of people I have met in person due to Twitter but I can attest I haven't been raped, assaulted, or serial killed yet. According to another Snake Oil Twitter site I have about 43% friend loyalty which is higher than the average of 24%. I suppose people are entertained by what they read. I am involved in conversations about 79.3% of the time which again is waaaay higher than the average 31.5%. So it looks like I actually talk to people rather than just stand on a soapbox shouting my thoughts and opinions randomly to the crowd like some deranged zealot. I very rarely retweet as I am narcissistic enough to believe me own thoughts are better reflective of what I am thinking than someone else. I also don't quote the Bible or put up inspirational stuff as I would feel like a fraud and a hypocrite considering LOTS of my tweets are about sex and drinking. Honestly I come off as a hyper sexual booze kitten.

Twitter also serves a purpose. I had some issues with Bank of America and was just venting on Twitter about how they are sucking the marrow of the working class and keeping us on the wheel of debt with unnecessary and exorbitant bank fees. Within 20 minutes I was contacted by a BOA rep and my issue was resolved. I used the same tactic with Chase. I suppose Chase doesn't care about negative publicity. They didn't do a damn thing. I subsequently closed my Chase account. Bastards! I complained about Delta airlines with a pleasant outcome as well. Even Fiji Water pays attention to tweets. Then again when you call their product "over priced kitty pee pee infused tap water" anyone would pay attention. Fiji Water rant also garnered great results. The recommendations provided on Twitter are quite useful as well. They have lead me to some amazing cupcake places and steered me away from terrible restaurants. I was informed about sales and where police were setting speed traps. Ah.. I love having the inside track. Twitter has become a powerful tool to get companies to do the right thing (most of the time) and for me to save cashola which is always a win win winnah in my book.

Yeah.. I'm a Twitter pro. I've been on Twitter so long I remember the good old days where the Fail Whale never showed up, celebrities didn't have accounts giving all sorts of bullshit advice, inspirational quotes, and shameless plugs. I was there when people actually made connections, knew what was going on in your life, and CARED. Now it is just an over crowded football field filled with people who have an overrated sense of self, screaming out to no one in particular about the most boring and mundane shit ever. Twitter should have been like Fight Club. First rule. You do not talk about Twitter. Second rule. You do not talk about Twitter. That would have prevented the wannabes who spam and misuse the site would have never polluted such a great entity.


The pictures are some of my favorite avitars that I have used on Twitter FYI.

I just watched the movie The Wiz. Can I just say the movie (which I have seen many many many times since childhood) struck a cord with me. I feel like Dorthy in Not so Wonderland trying my best to get back home. I even have a little dog too!

I am missing my home right now. It seems like ages since I have been there yet each time I step over the threshold a sense of relief overwhelms me. My best friend calls my home the Fortress of Naps. Well it may be that but the love and affection that radiates from the walls of my house.. Well.. It rejuvenates me. That house is the last place my father lived and where my mom comes when she wants to get away from the busy busy of her life in Tennessee.

If I was at home right now I would be sitting on the balcony looking at the lake. Most likely drinking a beer.. There is something about sitting by water and beer. It is as if they need each other to be complete. Lazing by water + beer = good times.

I am going to share a few pictures of my Nexus of Peace and Serenity and Anne's Fortress of Naps. Hopefully, I will be home soon so I can see the Magnolia trees bloom.


Lately I haven’t been blogging much. I suppose I have been too busy working, working out, and making changes in my life. All of these are good things. I am feeling confident, strong, and positive for the first time in ages. I am trying to ride the wave to the beach. Anyhoo.. Not to phone in a blog post but I came across one of my favorite poems. It sort of describes where I am right now. Powerful. Unstoppable. So here it is.


I was born in the Congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star that only glows ever one hundred years galls into the center giving divine perfect light.
I sat on the throne drinking nectar with Allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to Europe
To cool my throat
My oldest daughter is Nefertiti
The rears from my birth pains created the Nile
I grazed on the forest and burned out the Sahara desert with a packet of goat’s meat
And change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
So swift you can’t catch me
For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son Hannibal an elephant
He gave me Rome for mother’s day
My son Noah built new/ark and
 I stood proudly at the helm
As we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was Jesus
Men intone my loving name
All praises all praises
I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
The fillings from my fingernails are semi precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the Arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid across three continents
I mean… I.. can fly
Like a bird in the sky

Nikki Giovanni

I think my favorite line in this poem is
“I am so hip even my errors are correct”
I identify with that. Completely.


Today I made my triumphant return to the gym. Sadly it has been so long since I have been to 24 Hour Fitness, they actually did away with membership cards and now your finger is scanned.. I was chagrined to find out they started this system in OCTOBER. Can I tell you I am exhausted and sore already?

Anyhoo.. On my quest to better myself in 2011 since this is my year.. (I am totally claiming it) I decided to start off slowly. I did 45 minutes of cardio. Tomorrow I am going to start lifting weights again. I have lost major weight before and I am about to do it again. This time I am very focused and when I am focused on something you can put that in the bank. So. March 10th, 2011 is the first day of my fitness regime. Can't wait. Next month I will see results.. And a few more months down the line I will look like this..

After all Anne and I are going to Belize. I need to look good in a bikini.


I usually keep my phone on silent or vibrate however the alarm once went off while I was at work. Very embarrassing

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Wow.. I am addicted to passionate people. This one is tough. Just because someone loves you doesn't force you to in turn love them right back. I have learned (the hard way) to put my agenda first and if this relationship was compromising me then I would have to totally walk away from it. We can only be truly responsible for our own actions and must not always feel obligated to save people. Sometimes in trying to save someone we lose and destroy ourselves. I noticed in the question you did not mention loving the other person so that means you have the right priorities which is loving yourself first.

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I text my best friend Anne the most I believe but Liv is a close second. Sometimes first.

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Yesterday I did something I haven't done in a long long time.. I went to.. The GROCERY STORE!

I know. Imagine that. Most people go weekly or at least monthly, but I try to avoid the grocery store like the plague. It is full of children running around touching stuff, wailing babies, worn out tried mothers, fathers on auto pilot, and a whole slew of other things I want no parts of. Plus. Considering I am only responsible for Puppykins and he eats dog food, why should I go to the grocery store when I can just order out whatever I want? I do happen to go to the store but it is the

Anyway.. Back to the grocery store expedition. There was a time when I ate healthy and cooked 100% of my meals. I suppose I am coming out of a funk and somewhere in me is the desire to monitor what I am eating. Although I didn't have a specific list, I knew pretty much what I desired to purchase. I am a crazed label reader. It is nothing for me to stand in the cereal isle for 30 minutes comparing box after box until I find the cereal which is nutritionally balanced box of my dreams. I am also picky in the produce department. The skills of smart shopping haven't left me although they have been dormant for quite a while.

I feel pretty good about the things I purchased. Not everything is healthy. Somehow a bag of Twizzlers and some ice cream managed to find their way into the cart. I did leave my Sugar Devil Coke on the shelf so I am majorly proud of that. So. One step towards being healthier in 201.  That is what I call


I work as a night psych at a mental health facility which I lovingly call the Nut Hut.

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