The 48 hour challenge.

One of my teachers challenged us to not use our cell phones for 48 hours. He talked about how times have changed and improvements in technology have basically enslaved most of us.

It just so happened that morning before I went to school I called the MooMoo who had called me 16 times during the night. She'd left 3 voice messages and 1 text urging me to call her immediately because it was important, very important. When I called her back, praying that no one in my family had passed away, she began scolding me for her loss of sleep. She claimed that I had her "sick" because I didn't answer the phone (in my sleep). I then found out that she had called my apartment complex to have them check for my car in the parking garage and to knock on my door. Luckily she only got the answering service because she called before the office had opened. Now mind you, I have a home phone that didn't ring ONCE.

Now there's a "call me everyday" mandate. How...fun.

The newly issued mandate, takes me out of the challenge but otherwise I think I could go 48 hours without using my cell phone. Internet, though, would be a different story. But aside from the occasional call from Kuh Reel Yuh, my friend Jade, and the MooMoo, no one calls me. It's really a sad situation. What's extra upsetting is that I am now used to it.

It was issued to me, so now I issue this challenge to you. Could you do it? Turn your phone off for 48 hours and not use it for anything? Or have you become addicted to technology?

The Holidays are over...

My holiday went okay. I wasn't extra surprised by anything that happened, it was mostly just a time to visit people and chill with moms and nem.
While I was in Mississippi I visited two babies: Baleigh and Bria
I've already introduced y'all to Baleigh, but Bria was just born Dec. 19th (I think).
And then on my way back to Atlanta, I stopped in Hueytown, AL to visit my long time best friend's baby Raven. The funny thing is when I was telling my mom about all the babies I had to visit we had this exchange:

Me: I have to go see 3 babies while I'm here.

Mom: Yeah, everybody's having babies huh?

Me: Yup, one day I'll have one.

Mom: I wish you'd hurry up.

Me: Uhm, I don't even have a boyfriend.

Mom: And?

Me: Well, a boyfriend is usually how a husband starts out.

Mom: You don't need a husband to have a baby.

Me: WHAT! Are you telling me it's now okay to have a baby out of wedlock?

Mom: You're old enough...

Me: After all those years of yelling, "You betta not bring no babies home," now it's okay?

Mom: Well, you were in highschool then. Now you're old. You're almost 30.

Me: Damn.

Me and the Baleigh Bop

Introducing Ms. Bria Riley

Bria and her daddy. (notice the little puppy on the couch too, I believe her name is Diva)

Introducing Ms. Raven Amber born Nov. 5th.

Twas the day after Christmas...

...and my back really hurt; it's supposed to be good that my mother's a nurse.

Actually, I woke up on Christmas day with a pain in my upper back. It felt like a muscle sprain or something of the sort. My mom gave me some pills last night and when I woke up this morning I was actually okay (sort of). My mom and I were off to try to grab some post-holiday deals and when I turned my head, put my hand on the headrest of the passenger seat, and started to back my car out of the driveway, the pain returned - FULL FORCE! It really caught me off guard, I even lost my breath for a minute. And I have a high threshold for pain, brought about from years of my mother telling me to count to ten when I hurt myself before she'd do anything about it, but I digress. My mom was convinced my pain was not a muscle sprain, but gas.

This is our conversation at Target:

Mom: What you need is some Tums or Mylanta.

Me: What? What kind of solution is that to a sprain?

Mom: That's not a sprain, you ate too much macaroni and cheese yesterday.

Me: Is this what you tell your patients? Like oh, you have a bone protruding from your leg, must be gas. I'll get the Tums, but in the meanwhile do some jumping jacks!

Mom: Remember when you were little how I used to make you run around the house to get things moving? It works.

Me: Can we not talk about this now, please.

Mom: Is it the upper back or lower back?

Me: Upper, like in between my shoulder blades.

Mom: Mmmm hmmmm, gas.

Me: How is that gas? You would've said it was gas no matter what I said.

Mom: (to cashier) Do you not have Tums up here?

Cashier: No ma'am, not up here.

Me: *spewing evil eye darts at mom*

Mom: (whispers to cashier) She doesn't want you to know that she has gas.

Me: (internally) WTF...I DO NOT HAVE EFFIN GAS!!

Cashier: *uneasy giggle*

Me: Wow.

Mom: We're gonna have to hurry up because I need to release my bladder.

Me: Double wow.

Let's just say, I can't wait to embarass my kids. Oh, it must be much fun if my mom is still doing it and I'm 27 years old. Geez!!