Mexican Soul

Howdy Awesome'ettes! Yesterday, my super-boss informed me that I'm really a Mexican woman. My whole soul and being and everything about me is Mexican. She told me that although my complexion is that of a Black person, I'm not really Black. Did yall know that? I had no idea that I was Mexican. A bit of background on her ignorant ass statement: Because I enunciate, am articulate, and not from a city or state that has a large Black population and that many of my friends happen to be Hispanic, this makes me Mexican. The kicker is that she doesn't even know any Mexicans. And I don't believe she's lived anywhere in the U.S. that's west of the Mighty Mississippi. So... after that ridiculous discussion, I came home and really thought about where I want to be. Not sure if I've ever mentioned this to you Delights, but everyday I give myself a pep talk about "making it" in the south. I know I'll be uncomfortable at various times in my life, but I'm pretty sure I do not wanna purposely live in a state (literally and figuratively) discomfort unnecessarily. Tomorrow, I may go in and have a chat about finishing my internship at another Education Center in another state. I'll keep you all posted. Thanks for listening/reading & your comments are definitely welcome.

Celebrations:
= Maurice came a week early but the Lumberjack wasn't as hungry as usual
= Another pound or 2 lost
= A super productive & busy week
= Walking every day
= MUSIC!

Objectives:
+  Send in absentee vote
+  Clean off dining table
+  Have a positive Friday and weekend
+  Make some folks laugh and smile
+   Not over eat

Happy Friday! Let's Get It!