When I was leaving work tonight, I played Jamie Foxx's CD "Best Night of My Life," and I was listening to that single. It took me awhile to be able to get into this CD because I'm so used to him doing ballads. It was difficult to be able to get into an entire party CD from him. At first I felt robbed of his voice, but the more I listened to it, the better it got. This song is specifically one of my favorites because it's a feel-good track. Plus, it makes me crack up laughing thinking of Kevin Hart's comedy DVD "Seriously Funny," when he talked about how women don't like men to have a good time without them.
"I swear to God this is like the best night of my life."
"Do you, boo boo."
*cracking up* If you've never seen this DVD, please head to Netflix now!
Sometimes you do something and you think you're totally right. Nobody can tell you a thing. You know you're right, and you're about to sing it loud for the crowd. Then there are things that make you go, "Well, wait a minute, maybe [INSERT NAME] has a point." I had one of those kinda moments today. Previously I was mad at a person who I felt was being incredibly selfish. (I stand by that. I'm absolutely NOT wrong about that.) But he apologized. I ignored the apology and reminded him several times why what he did was wrong. He didn't react the way I wanted him to react, but I was still furious at the reaction. All right, now fast forward.
Today, someone reminded me of something I made a mistake on. I got so tired of this being brought up after the third time (by two different women), and I just flipped out.
Recently I got a copy of Jaime Morrison Curtis' "Prudent Advice: Lessons for My Baby Daughter (A Life List for Every Woman" and I immediately loved this book. The primary reason is because it's got some great advice in it, and the secondary reason is because when you've got a mother like mine, you know a mother's advice is the best there is. No matter how personal or how embarrassing the topic is, the first person I call up or visit is my mother. One reason is because our personalities are so opposite. She's a peacemaker. I'm a bridge burner. She's a hopeless romantic. I'm a realist who's slightly commitment phobic. She likes a routine. I'm a free spirit who will do something just because it seems like a good idea at the time, never mind how it'll work out in the future. She's more laid-back around company. I'll talk to everybody who'll listen.
So much advice in this book sounds like it shot out of my mother's mouth instead of an author I don't know, and all of the advice was good (minus the one about banned books--I'm still not a fan of some of the language in Mark Twain's book after attending NMU). But let's move on to funny, surprising and thought-provoking advice in the book:
I found out today that I'm now considered a Libra after I've spent 29 years perfecting my craziness as a Scorpio. Yes, I know everything about astrological signs may not be perfect and some things are so vague that they could fit any sign, but overall, if you describe a Scorpio, that's me. In January, I spoke with a "person of interest" about astrological compatibility and found some pretty on point things. With
Ophiucus being the new 13th zodiac sign, I lose my scorpion. When I first decided to get a tattoo, I wanted a scorpion, but the only reason I didn't get one was because Pepa had one, and I was trying not to look like a copycat. (That's the type of insane logic you have at 17, knowing good and well Pepa [from Salt n' Pepa] didn't know a thing about me and wouldn't have ever known.)
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