Hello my fellow bloggers and readers old and new. You remember me? Short, black, full beautiful beard; speech impediment; easy to get along with(I hope). Yep that’s me. I’m back!
This week I had a birthday. Not just any old bday. The big Three O. I know Courtni had been looking forward to that day, as she loves the idea of being with someone that age. I keep looking in the mirror to see if a third grey hair has surfaced. My birthday was very sweet and laid back. Lots of sleeping in and lots of Netflix the first half. The night prior Courtni surprised me by cleaning my apartment living area, including my dishes, and arranging this nice birthday display of signs; balloons; cupcakes made by her; two new books; and a card written with affection.
As I walked into my apartment, beholding everything she had done, I couldn’t help but wonder, Does she care about me that much? Am I THAT special to her?
The night of my birthday I went out to Olive Garden with my Mom and Dad, where we ate and had a good time just talking about life. Afterwards we went back to the house and watched som standup comedy, which not only made us laugh but opened our eyes about some things. I think nowadays people are determined to pick apart comedians who joke about certain things. At the end of the day it is the job of a comedian to make us laugh while at the same time raising awareness about things that people like to biased about. That’s what I love about comedians; artists; writers; poets; rappers; singers; songwriters. In creating these people inspire; open eyes and ears; and entertain us.
Two weeks ago, as a birthday gift my mom and I went shopping at GQ Fashions, where you can buy 1 suit and get another one free. The issue with this store is that you can’t walk inside and not get something. Everything, even a pair of cuff links is tempting to the eye. I got two suits; a dress shirt and a tie to go with one; and a new pair of Blake Stacy Adams. I share what they look like later. I promise. Before I decided what I wanted I asked Dad to come in later for his opinion on what suits I should get. Little did I know that by bringing him in he’d be just as entranced by all the clothing as I was. Dad himself ended up buying himself one suit and another one free. Fun fact: he refuses to wear a red suit-his favorite color- up in front of the church. Why-you’ll have to ask him. Me- I happen to own two.
As soon we made our purchases something in a glass counter case below caught my eye. Of course the cashier caught my gasp and asked if I wanted to take a look at it. Using my own money, I got myself a nice African style vest; bow tie; and handkerchief. I’ve loved this type of clothing for years and I wanted a vest like this for so long. I’m proud to wear cultural clothes, especially to church. Hot fitting that I got this the month before Black History Month.
I got another gift- from my sister Christina! This is gift I know I’ll be using. A tool set with more tools than the one I already had.
Having two sets of tools is never too much. Those Allen wrenches come in handy! This will be good in emergencies if I ever get stranded on the road. I know for sure I’ll be assembling things for myself and the future wife. Looking forward to it! Thanks Christina.
Being 30 isn’t bad at all. Though I haven’t done anything drastic or had some great epiphany. It’s just been me being grateful that I made it through yet another decade. In an upcoming post, I am planning to go further into depth about what I’ve learned in the past ten years and what I’d like to pass on to some of you still in your 20s and those who haven’t entered your 20s yet.
Guess what happens to me my first week of being 30. Is it another gray hair? A new brain of wisdom? Nope. I get sick. 😩😩😩😩 Somehow Ms. Corona finally caught up with me. I’ll spare you my gross symptoms, but I will say that I’m steering clear of everyone to avoid passing it on.
Not working is odd, but it hasn’t been all bad being stuck at home. I’ve been able to rest and get the proper medicine to treat myself. This morning I took a relaxing, warm eucalyptus and spearmint bath, which helped open up my nasal passages. God truly knew what He was doing when He made the plants of this world.
Wednesday night I was able to finish reading my first book of the year. It’s called Charming As A Verb- a story by Ben Phillippe, set in the modern day melting pot city of New York, about a charming teenage boy named Henri with his own dog walking business, looking to get into a fine college. Along the way he befriends a teenage girl named Corrine, who lives in his building and wants to fit in with the cool crowd at their highschool. My goal this year is read at least ten books and to write reviews on all of them. Heads up!
Here’s to good health and praying that this year I can get better and by better especially consistent in all my writing. To all those who are dealing with any type of ailments, may the Lord restore you to good health.