It's all good

I was on my way to work and it seemed like I didn't have a freakin' care in the world. For some strange reason when I'm by myself in my car just cruising down the street listening to my music life just seems so good. I was happy to be going to work because there are some people who do not even have a job to go to. I was happy that me and my child are both healthy. Some people don't have their health. I was happy that I am driving a descent, reliable car. I was happy that my bills are paid and I still have money in the bank. I was happy that in less than 2 weeks my baby girl will be 13. That mean God has blessed her to be hear to see another year.

For her birthday I finally decided what I am going to do. We are going to stay in Atlantic City. There is a car and bike show there on her birthday. Puffy will be there, or P-Diddy, or whatever the hell his name is these days. Fat Joe and Terror Squad will be there and a few others. I think she will really like that. Me, her Carla and Carla's god daughter which happens to be my daughter's best friend. Then the next day when we leave we will be on our way to Clementon Park. My job is having our company picnic there. So that will be what her birthday weekend consists of.

Now, we might run into a small problem because what if her dad wanted to see her for her birthday. We used to always have parties or barbeques for her b-day. She is getting older and I don't have the energy to have a party. I hope he doesn't think I'm being selfish because I have the whole weekend planned out.