Is it just me, or has anybody else NOT really thought about making resolutions for the year? There are a lot of things that I definitely want to work on that I didn’t accomplish in previous years. But to sit down and make a list of resolutions….I just couldn’t do this year. Well, I wouldn’t say ‘couldn’t - more like, just haven’t done it. Maybe because I know deep down that after the first 30 days or so of the year, I will have resorted back to my old ways of doing things. We’ll see. Maybe things will be different this year. *rubbing chin* So when is it too late to make new year’s resolutions. *smile* I think I just need to work on making a few lifestyle changes.

Anywho, nothing much has changed since the last time I blogged. I’m still not feeling the whole teaching thing. Most of my students get on my damn nerves. Seriously. I can’t wait until the last day of school. I did a lot of thinking over my short ass Winter Break. I decided that I am not going to continue a teaching career. Now I just have to figure out what in THE hell I’m going to do next. While most of my friends who are teachers tell me to give it another try, I can’t see it. Everybody keeps telling me that every school is not like the school I’m at.

Part of me is thinking that I might need to get back into law enforcement. Only….as a civilian. I’m not trying to go back thru anybody’s police academy again. No way Jose! I don’t know. The only reason why I say law enforcement is because that’s what I did for the past 9 years. Maybe I should just stick with what I know, huh? But…I wasn’t exactly happy doing that either. That was really my first “real” job and I just rolled with it. The next thing I knew, I had been there for almost 9 years. Unhappy to say the least. So…I guess I should just leave well enough alone. Shoot. From my first day of the academy, I KNEW I didn’t want to be a police officer. But….I didn’t have anything else to fall back on at the time. So…I just stuck with it. Although, I can say that I don’t regret it. I definitely gained a lot of experience. I was a police officer, detective and lastly one of the department’s spokespersons. Good experience all around, I’d say. I just want to find a job that I love and will allow me to utilize my skills. Ya feel me? A few weeks ago, I was talking to a girlfriend who talked about how much she loves her job. That’s what I want. I want to LOVE my job. I want to go to bed at night, wake up in the morning, get ready for work, drive to work (all of the above) and be excited about going to work. Instead, I do all of the above DREADING going to work. *sigh* Not to mention that I’m bringing my damn work home with me everyday! I just want a job that will allow me to leave my work at work. Of course, unless I absolutely have to. *sigh* Things have to get better! Things WILL get better! I know this!

But check it out, I have even more on my mind today. Unfortunately, I can’t get into it all. I need to look over my lesson plans for the week. Then I need to get my son ready for bed. So with all that being said, I’ll holla!

I moved into my own place last month. Prior to that, I was staying with one of my linesisters. When I was first offered the job I was all stressed out about finding a place to stay. Then another one of my linesisters suggested I ask said linesister if I could crash at her spot until I found my own spot. To include my loving son AFTER he returned from a week turned four week vacation with my parents. I hadn’t even thought about asking her. I had a million and one things on my mind at the time anyway. To no surprise, my linesister had no problem with my son and I crashing at her spot. For one, she probably felt the need to return the favor because she stayed with me for one summer while she completed an internship in ATL. But I’m sure she would have let me stay either way. She’s cool like dat. *smile* And simply fabulous! Anyway, I always had somebody crashing at my spot. Be it a couple of days to months and months…..and even more months at a time. *sigh* My cousin used to always say I ran a shelter out of my apartment. And you know….for a minute it seemed like I really was. LOL At any rate, I figured it was time for me to start cashing in favors. Although, I don’t do things to get something in return. Know what I mean????

*sidenote*
Anybody watch the “Flav.a of Love” this season? That shyt was too crazy. I got sucked into that madness! LOL Although, I didn’t watch every single episode. During season one, I didn’t miss a damn episode! I was too busy trying to get my life together. I’ve been missing out on so many of the tv shows this season. Usually when I turn the television on these days, it’s stuck on the darn Cartoon Networ.k, Dis.ney, etc. All day and day.
*end sidenote*

Ok….well I guess you want to know what’s really been going on with me. Well for one, I am now a 6th grade teacher. Go figure! I’ve gone from policing to teaching. I don’t know which one is worse these days. For one, these kids are off the meter! They are so damn disrespectful it is unbelievable. I’ve never seen anything like it. But….I don’t miss being a police officer one bit. Not even a smidgen. Not a tiny bit. Nope. *shaking head from side to side* One of my co-workers came running up to me and asked me if I watch “The Wi.re.” She was telling me about a man on the show who went from being a police officer to a teacher - just like me. Thus far, I can say that it’s been a rather interesting experience. I did not have any teaching experience prior to this - besides substitute teaching. That basically gives you classroom management experience. There is so much that comes along with teaching. I have been overwhelmed with it all from day one of my training until now. LOL There’s so much information. So much! Some days, I don’t even know where to start. The ultimate question is….can I see myself doing this for twenty some odd years??? The answer to that question is, Hell to the naw! I enjoy the whole teaching aspect of the job. However, I can’t stand the bad ass kids. It’s just too much for me. I have to catch myself on some days. Sometimes I want to snatch those smart mouth ass kids up and tell them a thang or two. But….I can’t do that. *sigh* So I just deal with it.

Man…I’m sleepier than a mug. It’s like 1 something in the morning. The time is going to fall back tonight. So…we gain an hour. An extra hour of sleep! Yippie! It sucks for those third shift workers though. they have to work an extra hour! LOL But it works out for them in the Spring. *smile* Anyway, I’m about to go to bed. I’m actually sitting here in a hotel room in VA.
I’m with my boyfriend. He wanted to come visit his grandmother for the day. He stepped out to kick it with his cousins. I’m not trippin about him leaving me here. I’m tired as hell right now. Besides, I need to get a nap before he gets in anyway. He may want to have a long HOB© session tonight! Ha! Yeah right! Sista girl is tired than a mug. I can’t hang tonight. Now you know I MUST be tired! *smile*

Alright….feeling cross-eyed now. Signing off….until next time.

~brown sugar (sorry for any mispelled words!)

By month’s end, I will be moving back the the DC area. Sometimes I can’t believe it. Why? I’ll tell you why. Because it happened so damn fast. Literally. I got hired one week ago exactly. I have to be in training next week. Talk about moving fast. Yeah…I had to make some quick decisions. So…like my big sister said, “Either get off the pot or continue to sit on it.” And well…..I got my ass up off that pot. *flushing toilet* LOL I gave my resignation letter this past Tuesday. You just don’t know how relieved I feel right now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually kind of nervous about this whole moving thing. But I don’t have time to even put any energy or thought into that. I have work to do!!
I’ll keep you posted!!! Wish me luck!

I somehow ALWAYS find myself in situations such as the one I’m in now. I’m always opening my home up to a friend to stay until they get on their feet or whatever. Sometimes it’s for a few days. Other times, it’s for months. *sigh* I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done this. The minute I do it, I end up regretting it. Maybe not IMMEDIATELY. But it’s damn sure inevitable. My goodness. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m very sincere in my actions. For some reason, I feel almost obligated to help my friends out. But sometimes, it’s at my own expense. In the back of my mind, I might be screaming, “Nooooooo!” *kicking & screaming* But….out of my mouth comes, “Yeah…you can stay with me.” Have you ever done something like that? Agreed to doing something when CLEARLY you want to do the opposite.
Well….I have a friend that’s been staying with me for a little over two months now. Ok…bear in mind that I have a 3 year old child. She also has a 3 year old child AND two dogs. *deep sigh* So….imagine my discontent at this point in time. I thought it would be cool at first. But between my son and her daughter constantly bickering over who’s toy belongs to who and her dogs pissing and/or shitting on my carpet - I’m about to explode! That shyt drives me crazy. Seriously. This has turned into a bit much for your girl. *shaking my head* I’m always game to being a good friend. But dammit….I think I’ve surpassed my duty as a “good/great friend.” Seriously.

I think the problem is that I’ve been there so many times that I’m basically tired of being “there” anymore. Therein lies my selfishness. I guess…. *shrugging shoulders* I’m ready to do me and ONLY me….and son, of course. That’s a given. In addition to when me and my my man get married and get our family thang on. *smile* That would be different, of course. Grant it, I’ll always need my “me” time. Although, I’m sure I’ll rarely get it. But it’s different with family. At least when family gets on your nerves, you have no problem telling them. At least you shouldn’t. But….that’s another story.

Peace…

But on the serious tip, I believe this is definitely a good move for me. I’m really satisfied. And let me tell you why. If you ask any body that knows me well, they can tell you that it was my goal (one of them) to become the police spokesperson. While I am not the ONLY spokesperson, I’m there. *clapping wildly* I really feel as though I’ve accomplished something. However, I’m still not thoroughly satisfied with the department. I want to get as much as I can out of my current assignment. From there I plan on moving on to other things - which include relocating. It’s funny all of this happened when I was in the middle of planning to relocate. I guess some things are in order for me. At one time, I was planning on moving back home. For whatever reason, wasn’t shyt poppin’ off there. Not to mention that everybody I talked to kept telling me, “You don’t want to move back here.” *sigh* The only reason I wanted to move back home or closer to home was to be closer to my parents. Decisions….decisions…

Now, I’ve seriously been entertaining the thought of moving back to DC. I seriously think I’m going to do it. It’s just a matter of when. I’m quite sure I can find employment. I was looking over my resume the other day. I actually have a good resume. At least I think so. *smile* Then again, who doesn’t think they have a good resume. LOL
But you know what? With all this talk of moving, I get a little nervous. Only because, I’ve been here in ATL for almost 10 years. I’ve been employed at the same job almost 9 years. But…I just can’t see myself staying here in ATL or at the same gig. But back to what I was saying, I get nervous about moving. Why? Well, I just think about how settled I am here. You know? It’s like, I’ll have to start all over….again. And that’s what I’m afraid of. Only this time, it’s not just me. I have a little boy now. I have to take that into account too. Schools, support system….etc. But….I’m also afraid of NOT making a move. I’d hate to remain where I am and be miserable. Saying….shoulda, woulda, coulda. Know what I mean?

I’m really skatterbrained right now. I need to come up with a detailed plan. Once I come up with my master plan, I need to figure out how to put it into fruition. That’s my problem. Making shyt happen. *sigh* I’ll freeze up due to my nervousness and then I’ll end up settling. Which is what I don’t want to do. I have so many thoughts, feelings, plans, etc going on in my head right now. Have you ever been like that? I’m sure we all have. I know it can be done. My linesister just moved here a month ago from Cali. She also has a daughter the same age as my son. If she can move all the way from Cali to GA, I know I can move from GA to DC. Whaddya think? I think so.

I used to be a more “together” person. It seems with age (as if I’m old) I’ve lost a little bit of my drive. I need to get back in the right gear dammit. I’ve been slipping….foreal. More than anything, I think, rather I know I’ve become complacent in my 30-ish years.
I’ll move full steam ahead for a straight month or so. Then the next thing you know, if shyt ain’t poppin’ quick enough (for me) I slow down to a minimal. Eventually, I put that shyt in park. *smh* I think I get easily discouraged these days. Where’d that shyt come from?!? I gotta get back on it doggone it!

Well I guess I’ll end my dissertation here. *glaring eyes at X* I’ve been gone for a while. I have a lot built up!

Ok. As you all know I haven’t exactly been thrilled about my job. Rightfully so.
I’ve been wanting to make some changes in my life for the longest. Career and geographically speaking. I think the last time I was here….well even before that, I spoke of how I wanted to relocate AND find a new job. Well, the search is still on.
Back in April an opening in our Public Affairs unit was posted. Naturally, me being the communications-driven person that I am, applied for the position. To make a long story short, I interviewed for the position. In addition, I provided references, video clipping with me on it (of course) and writing samples. Needless to say, the interviewer was impressed with what I had to offer and went as far to tell me that out of everybody that she had interviewed, she was most impressed with me. She told me right then and there that she knew I’d be a good addition to the unit. With that being said, I walked away from the interview feeling good.

Well….about two weeks after my interview, my immediate supervisor wanted to speak with me. He was in route to a weekly meeting so he wasn’t able to speak in full detail. But what he said was not good. Ok. First he asked me where I was trying to go. At that point I knew he had already caught wind that I had interviewed for another position. I replied that I was trying to go to Public Affairs. His response was, “Well…I’ma tell you this. A call came through the major’s office. I happened to be there when it came thru. Apparently the person from Public Affairs was calling to get a reference and the major gave you a negative reference.” *blank stare* Well naturally, I’m trippin out in my mind. He went on to tell me that he totally disagreed with what the major had to say because he knows me better than that. He went on to say that he’d do some damage control. He wanted me to find out who the major spoke to on the phone. First of all, I was pissed off because the major does not know me to give me a good or bad reference. What he should have done was forwarded that call to my immediate supervisor who mind you, was in the office with him at the time the call came thru. Bastard! But let me just tell you what this muthaphucka said. He said that I never come to work. *rolling eyes* He said that I wouldn’t do good in that unit. *rolling eyes again* AND he questions my work ethics? WTF?!? How in the hell does this man work up the nerve to even say some shyt like this?

Anyway, my LT. went on to say that he would speak to whomever he needs to speak to in order to make things better. However, he couldn’t promise anything. For one, they were trying to “borrow” me for a few months. He claimed that since we were so short the major didn’t want to let me go anyway. I’m like, “Hell…if that was his only reason, he should have said just that. He didn’t have to defame my character! ” I’d like to say that I don’t give a phuck what people think of me but I’d be lying. For one, my reputation is all that I have. What upsets me most is the fact that people that I work with continue to lie on me for no apparent reason. I’d like to say that they’re just jealous. But…I don’t know. I guess I shouldn’t care. Some of you may remember reading this entry. Haters…. If you get a chance, go back and read it. Then you’ll better understand.

Well a couple of days went by and I was still pissed. I even contemplated filing a complaint through the EEOC on the major. I actually went as far as making the call and speaking with a city representative for EEOC. Well, he told me that I’d have to go through my chain of command. Which included having to actually speak with the major about the situation. Well, I did just that but only made it up to my LT who thought it wouldn’t do any good to speak with the major about the situation. He said he’d probably just deny the whole thing. *rolling eyes* WTF-ever! Anyway, I just left it alone. Regardless of what my inner feelings were telling me. My LT went on to say that I shouldn’t worry about it and that some things were going to change. He wanted me to relax. He further advised that he had some good things planned for me. Ohhhh kay. *sigh* Moving on!

Two weeks ago, I got a call from the interviewer’s assistant. She said that the interviewer wanted to speak with me about a few things. Well, to make a long story short, I met with her and we discussed this whole situation. She told me what the major told her and I told her that does not know me well enough to give me any kind of reference. I went on to tell her that I was more upset because if another opportunity presented itself for me to apply, I didn’t want her to have a negative perception of me. Especially with it being untrue. Every.last.bit.of.it. I further advised her that the major more than likely got his source of information about me from a female LT who doesn’t like me for unknown reasons to me. I figure she’s just a hating azz heifa. Anywho….that’s neither here nor there. Plus, I mentioned her in a previous entry. She went on to say that she still thought I would be a good asset to their team and would see what she could do. She said that she couldn’t promise anything though. Prior to the end of our meeting, I met the Chief of Staff and then went on about my merry way.

Well my darlings, as I sat in my office on this past Thursday yipping and yapping on the phone with a dear friend of mine, my LT said to me, “Brown Sugar, get off the phone.” He said it in a jokingly yet commanding way. So…I told my dear friend that I would call him back. Well once I hung up the phone my LT said, “You done back doored me. You think you slick.” *blank stare* So I said, “What are you talking about LT?” At this point, I kind of knew what he was going to say. He went on to say, “You’ve been transferred.” *timeout* This is where I jump up and down and click my heels in the air. LOL Remember that Dave Chappelle episode where Oprah told him that she was pregnant and the baby was his? Remember how he was running all around his office acting a damn fool? Yeah….that was me. Well, that’s what I wanted to do anyway. LMAO *time in* He went on to say that I had been TRANSFERRED to Public Affairs. Know that I had a BIG ASS SMILE on my face. Oh no. I wasn’t about to hide my happiness. I wanted to run over to the main precinct and yell, “PHUCK ALL YA’LL!” But…ofcourse, I didn’t. I just sat there and acted surprise. But I did say, “All I got to say is, God don’t like ugly.” LOL Then my secretary said, “God don’t like pretty either.” LOL *rolling eyes*

So there you have it folks. IN all the HATE that I was surrounded by, I STILL got what I wanted. I’m finally moving up and out of that hell hole of a place that I worked in. Not only did I have to deal with constant negativity from the victims, witnesses, etc that I worked with. I had to deal with the constant hate and negativity from muthaphuckas that I worked for. I think it’s worse on a professional level. *sucking teeth* Bastards!
You just don’t know how relieved I am to be getting transferred. The good thing is, I don’t have to wait a long time for it to be effective. That shyt is effective this up coming Tuesday. *clapping wildly* Yeah man. I’ll be working in the Office of the Chief. Doing big things. LOL Oh…I forgot to tell you what the position entails. I will be dealing directly with the media. Which is exactly what I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Now, I finally feel like I’m going to be putting my degree to use. I will be one of the police spokespersons. Which means, when shyt goes down and they need to speak witha representative from the department, I will be one out of two folks that will be speaking to the media. Outside of the big wigs, of course. Which means, I will be on television here and there. Yep. A star is born! LOL If you know anything about me, you know that I’ve been wanting to break into the industry. Although this will be from a different aspect, perhaps I’ll still be able to utilize what I learn to get my foot in the door….some where.

*wiping forehead*
Finally. I’m finished with that darn story. I guess, had I been updating on a regular, I wouldn’t have had to tell you all of that at once. And that’s the condensed version! LOL
My season has run it’s course at that spot. Tuesday….a new season starts. And I’m going to be all geared up for the storms that may or may not come. Hopefully, it will be smooth sailing with only a few bumps here and there. I still have big plans. Big plans folks. *rubbing chin* I hope that this will be a good experience for me. Whether it’s good or bad, I’ll be getting some good experience. Things are beginning to fall into place for me.

With all of that being said, I’ll be sure to keep you updated on what’s going on with lil ole me. For one, I have a new love interest. He’s been my only link to happiness this past month. Although he’s MyNotMan (Kajuana 2004), he’s soon to be MY MAN! LOL Yes….I’m already claiming him. I’m not going to even get into that right now. I’ll be typing for damn ever. But just know that he hasn’t even had a taste of the HOB (hand on booty)….yet. LOL I thought I’d define that for those first time readers.
I’ll get into our story at a later date and time. *smile*

Ta Ta for now!

~brownsugar~

My job search is still going….down the damn drain, it seems. Why does it seem that some people have more luck at finding jobs than I do dammit?!? Really! I’m not hatin’ or anything like that. But clearly, Brown Sugar is doing something wrong. It seems that every time I step out there to find a new job, nothing comes my way. This isn’t the first time I’ve decided that this career is just not for me. One of my close girlfriends told me a while back that it might not be meant for me to do anything else. Which explains why I’m still in the career that I’m in today. But this can’t be what my life is going to be like! I mean….DAMN! How much more miserable can a girl be? Gesh!

My son’s father is coming to get him tomorrow. He’ll be gone for three weeks. I think the timing is great. I love my son to death but boy…can he work a nerve! Not to mention that I simply just need a break. Plus….*putting on dancing shoes* my birthday is right around the corner! Let the games begin! *rubbing hands together* I haven’t the slightest idea what I’m going to do this year. However, it will involve some shaking of mine arse at somebody’s club. I haven’t been dancing in so long. I LOVE to dance! So yeah….that’s what I’m going to do. Go dancing. At least one time during my break. It would be nice if I could incorporate some HOB© details also, huh? Man. I haven’t been able to give ya’ll any type of details in a minute! That might explain my lack of postings! LMAO No seriously. That has nothing to do with it. *looking from side to side* I think. *sigh* Speaking of HOB©…..business is beginning to pick up. I have two parties scheduled for this weekend.
I’ve really been enjoying myself lately. I’ve actually been contemplating starting my own event planning/romantic getaway type business.
We shall see.

My relationship with my son’s father a.k.a. Sinister Minister is a working one to say the least. I’d like to say that it’s amicable…but he always does something to piss me off. So, I won’t say that. LOL But it’s cool. He seems to be trying a little more now. I’ll be sure to keep you posted on that one.

Well, I have a lot of work to do around my spot. For one, I need to get my son’s bag together for his trip. I usually overpack. But…I’m going to just pack 7 of every thing. Although, he’ll be there for three weeks. His father will simply have to wash his clothes and buy him some new ones too. Plus, it’s easier for me to keep tabs on what goes and what returns. I’m such a stickler for that. I can’t stand when my son goes some place and comes back with shyt missing. Especially school! Since I’ve enrolled him, he has already lost a Tshirt and a jacket. Mind you, he was wearing both on separate days. *sigh* Oh well. I’ll try not to trip too hard.

Smooches ya’ll! *blowing kisses*

I grew up Catholic. I went to church almost every Sunday with my parents. I wasn’t a die hard religious fanatic or anything like that. Most of the time, I’d just sit up in Mass, stand up and then sit back down. *smile* You know how Catholics do it. LOL All while drifting off, thinking about who knows what. Every once in a while, I’d get something out of the homily prepared by the priest. But…most times, I really didn’t. Was it just me or the person delivering the message? *shrugs*

I have to be honest though. I’ve attended many of Baptist churches. Most, if not all of the time, I get something out of the message. It might be because the preacher is a little more animated and active than the priest at the church where I grew up. I don’t know. You know how you go to church service and you feel like the preacher is surely talking about or to you or a situation that you’re involved in or dealing with?
Well, I most often experience that when I attend Baptist churches. Not to mention that the songs they sing tend to move me a bit more. But…don’t get it twisted. The Catholic church I grew up in wasn’t your average Catholic church. Well….the choir wasn’t. Our choir used to get down and jam. They had (still do) a choir director/pianist who also played at a Baptist church. So the music selections usually had folks tapping their feet and clapping their hands.

Anyway, I put my son in new school this week. The school is actually a Seventh Day Adventist school. Now, you don’t have to be a Seventh Day Adventist to attend this school. (Obviously) I wasn’t and still am not really familiar with what Seventh Day Adventist believe in. I only enrolled my son in the school because one of my girlfriend’s son goes there as well and she loves it. Plus, the price is right. Which is always a plus. Wouldn’t you say? At any rate, prior to enrolling him, I sat and spoke with the school director. She asked me if I’d have a problem with my son not eatting meat because they don’t believe in eatting ANY meat whatsoever. Instead of HAM, they eat MAM. LOL Or something like that. I really can’t remember exactly what it’s called but dammit it rhymed with ham. LOL No meat. No dairy. All soy. Which is fine with me because I give him soy milk from time to time anyway. We’ll see how it works out….

I got off subject a tad bit. I guess I said all of the above to say that I don’t know much about Seventh Day Adventist. I plan on doing some more research on the religion this week.

Well, I think I’ve rambled enough. I’m about to put my son to bed.
Am I the only one that thinks about this? Just wondering.
Nite!

I initially chuckled to myself because I couldn’t believe how much time we put into writing letters to each other in between our class hours. I mean, we weren’t talking about shit. The letters usually started off something like this:

Hey girl!
What’s up with you? Nothing much going on this way. I’m just sitting here in my 1st hour. It is so boring. What are you eatting for lunch? Did you see XXX today? He is so cute.

…and so on and so on. I’d usually get letters like this from the same person about twice a day. LOL *smh*
I came across a few letters from this one guy that I “dated” if that’s what you want to call it. It’s not like we were actually going out on dates. LOL I was like in the 9th grade. Anyway, he would start all of his letters off like this:

Hey sweetie or Hey Baby!
You were looking real good in the hall this morning. I wanted to kiss you so bad. Would you have let me kiss you? I love you so much. I think about you all of the time. I can’t wait to see you after class. Are you going to meet me at my locker after lunch? I’m going to ride down your street later on today. Do you think you will be outside? LOL

He learned at an early age how to push all the right buttons. One…telling me how good I looked and how much he loved me. LOL And he’d tell me this in every damn letter. LOL What’s even funnier is the fact that we really thought we were in love. There was no sex involved or anything. Maybe a kiss here and there. Other than that….not even any dry humping going on. LOL Life was so simple then.

I even came across a letter from this other little boy I dated. He was upset because I didn’t want to be with him anymore. *smh*

Hey “T”
That’s messed up what you did. I really liked you but you played me like a pootbutt. If you didn’t like me, all you had to do was tell me.

I’m not even going to go on about that letter. I fell over in a fit of laughter after reading that letter again. I remember falling over in a fit of laughter when I read it the first time. So wrong….so wrong. I know. I was young though. Shoot. I can’t help it if he was falling for good ole Brown Sugar at such an early age. I mean damn. I had it going on at an early age. LOL

I just wanted to share that with you since it was on my mind. Had to lighten the mood up a bit. LOL I’m sure I got more of a chuckle out of this than you did. LMAO