#116: McDonald's Breakfast and Childhood Nostalgia

Who knew a quick run to McDonald's for some sausage patties and a small coffee would have me fighting back tears during the ride home?

Bruh...we are about to go down memory lane.

Growing up I remember every other Saturday spending the day shopping with my family. It all started with waking up early that morning to watch cartoons on ABC. Doug. Pepper Ann. Recess. You know, REAL cartoons. 

A quick shower later and we packed ourselves into my Aunt Frances' grey Lincoln. It would be my Mommy. Aunt Frances, Aunt Annie Ruth, my cousin Brian, older sister Tequilla and myself. As years went by, we got older and grew bigger, the Lincoln became a F150 truck and we welcomed a new addition to the family, my younger sister Kayla. Tequilla went off to college and Kayla's car seat took her place.

I remember us always stopping at the local McDonald's in Belle Glade for breakfast before driving over to the Palm Beach Mall. It was a forty minute ride and eating breakfast in the car was usually finished before we reached Loxahatchee.

My mom and aunts and their obsession with McDonald's coffee! Every time I get a whiff of it now I can still remember one of them, who shall remain nameless, making loud slurping noises because she was too impatient to wait for her java to cool off. I usually asked for a sausage biscuit sandwich and ate each part seperately. I would be so disappointed if they were out of strawberry jam because grape jelly was just too ordinary.

Clean up was always fun. Whichever adult sat in the front passenger seat was in charge of collecting trash.

Once we made it to the mall, we poured out of the car and into the mall. Store after store, we shopped until us kids got restless and were rewarded with Sbarro's pizza for lunch and a trip to the toy store. 

In 2001, our beloved Palm Beach Mall slowly began losing customers to the newly built Wellington Green Mall. We soon jumped on the bandwagon and our weekend family outings continued. When the kids became teenagers, trips to the toy store were replaced with visiting the music store to pick up the latest rap or R&B album.

The death of my mother. My aunt and cousin relocated to Georgia. I moved to Jacksonville. Kayla's in college. Although we may not continue to live one street over from one another, the memories are still there. Just as warm and fuzzy as ever.

#115: The End of Lucky Magazine and Shake Ups at Teen Vogue

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I couldn't believe the words I was reading. Lucky Magazine is no more?! That was the very first fashion magazine I fell in love with. I was in high school and bought a subscription every year. I would hoard each issue vowing that I would be as stylish as the models on the pages one day. Although I couldn't afford any of the clothes then (and even now), Lucky taught me how to have an eye for spotting both trendy and classic wardrobe pieces no matter what store I visited.

I'm so sad to hear it's the end of the road for all those in the Lucky family, but I would like to sincerely thank each and every one of you for the things you taught me in my early beginnings with fashion.

And what's up at the Teen Vogue offices? Are decrease in sales the reason for the publication to merge with its older sister Vogue? Could this be the end of teen fashion magazines? I mean, what else is out there for them? I guess we will have to wait and see?

#114: Why Being Complacent in My Career is Working for Me Right Now

I swear I have therapy sessions all by myself when I'm grocery shopping. I'm in the middle of getting everything I need for chicken enchiladas when it all came rushing to me at once. It only took 7 years after graduating from Florida State University for me to realize this but better than late than never.

I don't want a different job. I do not desire another degree. I do not want to move up in the field of education either.

Pick your jaw off the floor please. Y'all can be so dramatic I swear. *insert hair flip*

But seriously, for seven years...naw make that ELEVEN years that I've always taken the safe route when it came it choosing a career. It began my freshman year of college when I decided I wanted to major in Fashion Merchandising. My family, however, was not so receptive of that.

"So you're going to work at Macy's for a living?" "Fashion who??" "Is that a stable field?"

Ugh! The word stable immediately pierced my soul and fear flooded in. Education. Business. Medicine. Law. Now those are stable careers.

I settled on earning a degree in Business, marketing and management to be more exact. I really didn't enjoy it but at the same time it wasn't that uninteresting. Long story short I graduated at the peak of the economy crisis and I had to become a teacher. It was that or become a correctional officer. Uhhhh yeah, you can miss me with the latter.

I hadn't even written one lesson plan before people were inquiring about graduate school! Really bruh? Another long story short I've attempted three different graduate programs only to quit each one less than halfway through.

Oh, remember that time I took a break from teaching? Yeah, that went well. NOT!

Become a principal they say! Work year round and deal with all 1200 students of a high school? Never. I can barely keep it straight with the 95 students I have now.

So no longer will I listen to other people's suggestions and recommendations. Fashion is in my blood and soon it will replace my grading papers and factoring polynomials.

From this blog post to God's ears...