Safa means tranquil, serene, calm…I try

I don’t begrudge anyone whatever success they acheive. However, at some point, some people really can have too much money.

Personally, and only in my opinion, there are soooo many things a person can do with 12 million dollars than leave it to a dog! Yes, this is what Leo.na Hel.mseley did. Yes, it’s her money, but good grief!

What are they good for? I know I am not alone in my tiredness and feeling of not enough time in the weekend, blah blah blah. As Bella Noire said, the weekends will always be and have always been 2 days….but still….

My son’s back to school/end of summer party on Saturday was nice. The kids really enjoyed themselves. I was worn down but I guess that comes with the territory. I am just noticing how much food kids waste! I went light on the foold and only served hotdogs and tater tots for lunch…I am so glad I did. Kids are so picky! I felt like my grandmother inspecting plates before they were thrown away.

Back in the day, my grandmother would sit next to the garbage and check to see what food we had left. Forget about fried chicken night…she would literally pull the meat off the bone and try to make us eat it before we could throw it away. The worst part? I do the same thing to my family LOL!!!…puhleeze, my son leaves too much chicken on that leg!

I am going home this weekend insha’Allah (God-willing) to New York. I am looking forward to it. I haven’t been home for several LOOOONG months and I need my fix.

How was your weekend?

I am dealing with a situation that I am trying to be fair about. I am throwing my 5 year-old an ‘End of the Summer Jam”. We rented a moonbounce for the backyard, sno-cone machine and other amusements. We don’t celebrate birthdays so this is his opportunity to “party” with friends and eat ice cream/cake.

I invited around 16 kids who I know he has identified as his friends…including a few cousins. Now, I sent invitations addressed to the child from my son. I’ve had several phone calls/conversations about older and younger siblings not being invited. My aunt called to find out why I only put Cameron’s name on the invitation and not his older brother. I reminded her that Cameron is my son’s age and his brother is like 9. Of course he will come since they’ll travel a few hours for the party anyway. My sister was the only one who got the point. She is planning to hang out with my 9 year old nephew while the 6 year old comes to the party.

A few friends also asked the same thing. I reminded them that the invitation said mommies don’t have to stay…so if you want the 3 year old to come, you will have to stay. Also, I invited 17 and expect about 10. This was my “vision”. I don’t want toddlers being trampled on the moonbounce or big kids pushing my son and his PEERS around. The age range is 4-6.

Why are parents like that? Why should it be a package deal? Is it so hard to explain to your other kids that little Johnny may have friends independent of you? Am I being petty?

Let me preface this by saying that I do believe certain important jobs are grossly underpaid. However, a person should still approach their job with a level of professionalism and dignity no matter what the salary. I can’t stand when people hate their job and let it reflect all over their entire body.

The security guards in my office building leave a lot to be desired. Here are some observations I have made that make me wonder how they will fare in an emergency situation:

1. Female guards with fake nails so long they can’t possibly safely grip a weapon.

2. Female guards sitting at the desk reading the latest Zane novel or Black Confessions magazine while eating a Kri.spy Crem.e donut.

3. Male and female guards so obese they sweat while sitting.

4. Guards sighing and sucking their teeth when they have to get up and open a door or something.

5. Guards gossiping with office employees at the desk while visitors wait to be signed in.

6. Guards sleeping at the desk…go to the breakroom or something.

7. Guards cussing and complaining about their employers to anyone who’ll listen.

8. Uniforms so tight you can’t run after anyone without busting a seam.

9. Guards who will let anyone in without checking ID/signing based on the attractiveness of the visitor.

10. Visibly pregnant guards…unsafe much?

In order to access the underground parking garage at my job, you need a card key. For some petty reason, it ANNOYS me when I pull up, put the car in park, walk over to the little thingy, slid my card through, jump back in my car and them some jerk tailgates to get in on my access before the gate closes again. I’m sure they probably have their own and do actually work in the building but I don’t feel like unbuckling and getting out of the air conditioning only to have the guy behind me ride in literally on my coattails.

Just in case you’re wondering, sometimes I can reach it without getting out but often I don’t.