It's Bring Your Kids to Work Day

Yet another reminder to take my birth control. Luckily these kids seem pretty cool. They're relatively older - not old enough to drive or actually work legally, but still older nonetheless so they'll be spending most of their time sitting in Mom or Dad's cube all day and getting snacks from the vending machine while entertaining themselves with their parent's iPads.

But let me tell you about my experiences with bring your kid to work days (BYKTWD). When I was younger, young enough to participate in BYKTWD my mom worked at the elementary school that I went to. #Fail What's the point of going to school to go to work with your parent when it's the same school you usually go to to learn? So I went to work with Daddy Dearest when he was being all electrical engineer and what not at the VA hospital. So I'd go to work with him and while he checked on a few things I would either:

1. Talk to the admin assistant, Peggy. She would give me candy and let me sit behind the desk with her. Let me tell you, that's all that a little kid needs in order to decide she's going to take over the world when she grows up.
2. Play Solitaire on the pc. Either that or mouse trap. Was that the name of the game? Where you were a mouse and had to get out of the maze on the screen before the cat came and ate you? Whatever it was, I remember it used to give me nightmares.
3. Be used a free labor Help my Dad out with some of the projects he had. Looking back at it, that was our bonding time (outside of softball and me sneaking in to use his tools when he wasn't home- yes this started in elementary school. How else was I going to take over the world if I didn't know how to use a rotary saw by the time I was 7?). He would spout of questions and I'd have to answer them - most of them were about obscure facts that no one knows about but for some reason...he did. And therefore, I did. Or I'd hand him his tools while he was face deep in blue, red, green, and white cables. He'd tell me what he was doing, I'd hand him tools, he'd walk through the process of him fixing something or another, and it would repeat. Or I'd even cut some of the wires and join some of the cables that he needed to do. I even learned how to strip cable wires by the time I was 7. It was great. I'm not sure what little girl wouldn't want to spend 8 hours fiddling through cables, wires, phone lines and all that jazz while getting quizzed on my times tables (which I still to this day have not mastered). No sarcasm.
4. Sleep. I'd take naps in his rolling desk chair (not even the comfortable ones, the basic rolling desk chair). I'd somehow contort myself into this position that made it comfortable enough to sleep and he'd leave me there. Or if I was really bold, I'd fall asleep under his desk. Like a boss.
5. Draw on the gigantic whiteboard. He had a whiteboard that took up an entire wall. So I'd have my square that I could reach (aka the very bottom) and I'd draw or doodle or just write stuff for hours on end. Again. It.Was.Great.

Plus, we'd go to the park for lunch and I got to play on the playground. #winning

The Struggles of Having Natural Hair

As described by Buzzfeed. Pretty damn accurate if I do say so myself. Since you know, I do have natural hair and all. Take a gander and if you ever found yourself committing one of the "Can I touch your hair?" crimes, please stop. Things can, and will, turn ugly if you don't. That's not a threat...just a promise.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/hnigatu/28-exasperating-afro-problems

On a related note, I probably had the best braid out of my life today. I recieved compliments a many and scared myself about 20 times today because my hair kept brushing my back and I thought someone was touching me. Or even worse, my hair was so big/long that when I used my peripheral vision, I thought something was a) crawling on my shirt (nope, just hair practicing it's hang time) or b) there was someone eerily close to me or c) someone was touching me. Side eyes to my hair being long and in the way were a plenty today while I was sitting at my cube, by myself. That is until I went to lunch and was complimented on my hair by a group of ladies. There was a lot of "I want my hair to look like hers." going on.

Trust.  I was blushing on the outside and doing the dougie, electric slide, wobble, and the hammer time all at once inside.

Life is [Naturally] Good.

Until Next Time....

P.S. This bomb ass braid out was later ruined by Shaun T and his cray cray cardio thing that some people refer to as Insanity. Month 2...what up!?

WTF Wednesday || A Somber Event

I'm sure all of you by now have heard about the bombings at the Boston Marathon on Monday. Like September 11, it'll be a day that I remember exactly where I was and how I found out it had happened. On September 11th I was in gym class in middle school. We were instructed to stay in the locker room until further notice. Further notice came about 2 hours later when we found out what happened. Some kids were immediately picked up by their parents others stayed throughout the day.

On the day of the Sandy Hook shootings, I found out via twitter. I went to the bathroom and silently cried for the children who would never experience their awkward teenage years or the have to worry about sneaking in after curfew. I cried for the parents who had to suddenly change course from Christmas planning to funeral planning. I cried for the little piece of innocence that was taken from every child in that town. But most of all, I cried for the future of our country and our citizens.

On Monday, I found out via twitter, again. This time I was in shock. I spent the train ride home going through my news feed trying to piece together what had happened. By the time I got to the live stream it was just the shot of the bloody sidewalk. I wasn't sure how many were harmed or dead and I wasn't sure if anyone was safe. But what bothered me the most was that this event, a holiday in the Boston area, brought together people who ran for the love of running. Now, many of them may not be able to walk again. There was a gruesome picture circulating of a guy being wheeled away and his leg was blown clear off. All that was left was the bone. That my friends, is the picture that put me in a funk for the rest of the day.  I'm actually still in a funk-like-fog but I'm slowly crawling out of it. When your innocent people in your country have been attacked, it leaves a heavy heart in it's path.

So I'm sure you all have your own acronyms for what today's WTF Wednesday could stand for, so I'll leave the creativity up to you - I'm honestly not feelin' it. All I ask is that you (if you so choose to) not only pray for Boston but pray for this country and it's citizens.

Bloggin' On A Budget || Week 16

It's the sweet 16 of the 52 Weeks Savings Challenge. Did you put your money in the bank yet?

Start saving and stay tuned for more budget friendly tips, tricks, and activities.

Until Next Time...

WTF Wednesday || C Is for...Criminal?

Happy Hump Day! This week's version of WTF Wednesday will be two fold. One part will be about Cookie Monster getting arrested for wreckless endangerment in NY  (I can't make this stuff up people) and the second part will be about a dream I had where my nose was broken and my elementary school nurse was there. Weird.

Here's the link to the Cookie Criminal Monster story. I bet he just wanted some cookies.

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2013/04/for-this-cookie-monster-c-is-for-cops/

Until Next Time...