Two days back-to-back...isn't that a treat for you!

While I am over the moon about the upcoming inauguration of President Obama, I will be in the comfort of my warm home watching this historic moment on HD. That means, I can see every spectator on the mall, every Senators nose hair, every-damn-thing. When we watch sports, I can see the damn grass grow on the football field and the laces on the baseball. Attendees of the swearing in - you've been warned. Don't make me have to put you on blast for pickin your damn nose. The HD police will be posting it here!!!

DC, meanwhile, has gone fuckin nuts! Its going to be the Kennedy Center Honors/Howard Homecoming/Million Man March on steriods! I had no intentions of coming into the city - plans I made abundantly clear to my boss, my husband, and anyone that would listen on November 5th. I love the Obamas! I helped make and witnessed history. Hell, I even understand the want and need to participate and/or watch the parade. But I will be at home, crying tears of joy in my pj's. And when someone asks - Yeah, I was there. The day before and the day after. At work.

Staying in line with the glitzy glam world of celebrity and over the topness...I stayed up and watched the Golden Globes on Sunday. "Hello...hello...mama talkin'!" if I can find it, will be my mother's ringtone! Hysterical. Now we know what its like to be Diddy. Oops, my bad, Marc and the twins. I made a comment to hubby about my eye candy being in full effect. He shut me down. But anyway - Brad and Angie. Mark Wahlberg. Johnny Depp. Colin Farrell. And although I personally am not a fan of HERS, Beyonce and Jay always look very elegant at these events. Everyone looked really nice and behaved, um, alright - I guess. Mickey Roarke is off the chain - but from the man who brought you Wild Orchid's - what did you expect? Some of the cocaine jokes and personal attacks were a bit much (a la Sascha Baron Cohen) but whatever...I don't work in that town, you do! Deal with it. I haven't watched awards shows in many, many years but thought the GG were a nice return after last years writers strike "announcements". Wasn't feeling Drew Barrymore's 80's hair though I love her!

*IT WAS ALL IN MY MIND*

Ya'll know just how much I love my damn husband. I swear he is truly the best thing that has happened to me. But last night, this man tried to tell me the most ridiculous bullshit ever. On a topic that I know all too well!

It started out so simple: if you won the lottery, would you allow the place that sold you the winning ticket to put your picture in their place of business for all the world to see? I said, Hell no! I don't want everyone knowing my/our business. He goes on to ask why not and I say, "Haters".

He then proceeds to tell me, "If you don't think about them, haters cease to exist". EXCUSE ME? Is that all I had to do to banish these jealous, spiteful bitches away? Wish them gone. **POOF?!** Well I'll be got-damned! I guess thats what I've been doing wrong since the 7th grade.

Apparently, to hubby anyway, haters are a state of mind. I just can't disagree more. I have seen and heard first hand, hateration in full effect. Yes, I used to not understand it. But now, as a grown ass woman, married mother of daughters age 15, 12 and 10 - I acknowledge it exists, deal with it and move on.

15 years ago, if a chick stepped to me with that hatin' shit, there would of been some hollerin, a whole lot of cursing and some "hold my earrings" moments. But I ain't for that shit no more. So I deal accordingly. And for the record - most of the hating I've witnessed (let's say 90%) has been, in true catty style, said behind folks (or my) back.

I'm pretty sure my impassioned "haters DO exist" speech fell on deaf ears - but thats okay. Like the Notorious one said, "I HATE YA'LL TOO"