I am so vain its ridiculous. I don't even do it on purpose. I look in every reflective surface available. Most of my Hampton friends have this same problem. A mirror, any mirror, every mirror, a giant plate glass window. The plate glass is my fave because you can walk past them and pretend you're not looking or that you're only looking at the display. Except I always manage to preen somehow whether its a hair pat or a slight turn to get a different angle as I walk past. It's ridiculous. But great. Hahahaha.
We had a legal seminar at work and I loved it. I was like wow I'm TOTALLY going to law school. Not. Legalese bores the crap out of me. I just like news of the weird-type stories and other stuff out of the ordinary. That's it. I was captain of the debate team in high school. My coach tried to get me to consider a career in law. I passed on that (obviously). Plus reading dream's law school tribulations, I do not have the study patience for law school. I like to read, but COME ON! No thanks.
I can be so selfish sometimes. Kyle has this long lost friend who went to his mom's house to say hi and get his phone number. She called while I was talking to him and he was like, let me call you back. I go ok, then throw a temper tantrum as I'm hanging up. He heard it (hahaha) and when he called me back was like, "What was that?" I go, "What? I didn't feel like sharing you right then. I can't help it. Sometimes I'm just bratty." Hilarious. I'm spoiled. We know it.
How about I love my bf. He's fab. One of my co-workers told me every time she asks me about him I get this giant grin. Know why? Because he makes me sooooooo happy. He's wonderful. AND he's coming to visit me for Valentine's Day. YAY!!!!!
1.22.2007
I'm going to kick
something or someone. I don't know who or what but it's coming. It's either that or punch a hole in a wall. If I borrow my dad's steel-toed shoes, I can cause more damage to what or who I punch than if I were to use my hand. Plus I haven't given up on my dream of becoming a hand model. So there. I am going to lose all my frustrations very soon. I'm on the edge. I am going to KICK SOMEONE (or something)!!!!!
That is all.
That is all.
1.15.2007
Dear God (Part 3)
I can't take it. I really can't. The foolish people. I know I'm not supposed to question you so I won't ask why. I'll just request a limit to my contact with them? Right now I feel like I have a ridiculous amount of them bothering me. Not like earlier in life when my patience and tact were a lot closer to zero, but still. Sometimes I really want to shake and choke folk and I know that's not what you want.
You'd probably like me to go to church more, too, since I haven't been in about 15 months now (oooh, heathen). I could give you a myriad of excuses (hmph), but there really isn't one now is there? (show ain't). Especially since the amen corner is so loud over there!! (well, you are wrong, ain't you?) But that's not the point. I'm kind of scared to go to church. I don't want to get struck by lightning. (that surely is a danger with your attendance record right now). That's enough amen corner. (what? tell the truth, shame the devil).
ANYWAY!! How about I just make an effort (any effort at all would be nice). *sigh* I'll start with Bible Study. K, God? On Wednesday nights so there's no excuse of being too tired and working for 11+ hours.
Jameil
You'd probably like me to go to church more, too, since I haven't been in about 15 months now (oooh, heathen). I could give you a myriad of excuses (hmph), but there really isn't one now is there? (show ain't). Especially since the amen corner is so loud over there!! (well, you are wrong, ain't you?) But that's not the point. I'm kind of scared to go to church. I don't want to get struck by lightning. (that surely is a danger with your attendance record right now). That's enough amen corner. (what? tell the truth, shame the devil).
ANYWAY!! How about I just make an effort (any effort at all would be nice). *sigh* I'll start with Bible Study. K, God? On Wednesday nights so there's no excuse of being too tired and working for 11+ hours.
Jameil
1.10.2007
Iwanngoooommmmmmeeeeeeee!!
You know how when little kids get upset and start crying they get unintelligible? That's how I feel right now. I saw the bf for 20 minutes yesterday. I drove to the airport to see him during his layover. Then I had a 40 minute drive home. I was happy to see him. As soon as I turned around from leaving the gate, I thought, "Is that all?" And I had something in the car I wanted to give him AND I FORGOT IT!! So pissed. I'll mail it to him now but STILL! Whatever.
As I was leaving, I just felt overwhelmingly sad. All I could think is, "I WANNA GO HOME!!" (hence the title). I haven't seen my mom since April 2006. I may not be able to get home before March. I'm trying to figure out a way to change that. 1) I want to see my mom, 2) one of my closest and oldest friends from home just had a baby and I want to see the adorable Tristan Joshua in person, 3) I just want to be home, in a thriving, metropolitan city. Did I mention I want to see my mom? HOME SICK! And I never get like this. I'm used to not going home a lot. Freshman year one of my fellow Hamptonians from Charlotte whose mom is in the Hampton Alumni Assoc. in Charlotte w/my mom used to take me home with her. After that I only went home Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring Break and Summer. No middle trips. But this is different. It's been nearly a year.
Sigh. Someone send me home.
As I was leaving, I just felt overwhelmingly sad. All I could think is, "I WANNA GO HOME!!" (hence the title). I haven't seen my mom since April 2006. I may not be able to get home before March. I'm trying to figure out a way to change that. 1) I want to see my mom, 2) one of my closest and oldest friends from home just had a baby and I want to see the adorable Tristan Joshua in person, 3) I just want to be home, in a thriving, metropolitan city. Did I mention I want to see my mom? HOME SICK! And I never get like this. I'm used to not going home a lot. Freshman year one of my fellow Hamptonians from Charlotte whose mom is in the Hampton Alumni Assoc. in Charlotte w/my mom used to take me home with her. After that I only went home Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring Break and Summer. No middle trips. But this is different. It's been nearly a year.
Sigh. Someone send me home.
1.06.2007
Kyle's Crazy Question 2
You've heard about the NYC "subway hero," right? The black man, a Navy veteran, who saw a 20-year-old white guy* having a seizure, then falling onto the tracks with a train coming. The hero jumps down with his two young daughters standing nearby, rolls the man underneath the platform, saving his life.
Kyle's question: is this man a hero or should we call him what we would have called him if he'd died, stupid?
*I mention race because when I saw this story I was amazed by it. Sue me. I'm a cynic.
Kyle's question: is this man a hero or should we call him what we would have called him if he'd died, stupid?
*I mention race because when I saw this story I was amazed by it. Sue me. I'm a cynic.
1.02.2007
New Year, New Blog
Not really. But I like to make things up to make y'all pay attention. LOOK AT ME!! So, it's 2007. FINALLY!! I'm usually the girl dragging her feet into the new year. I never really care about celebrations. Big Kyle (not my Kyle) had hotel parties in Charlotte two of the years we were at Hampton so those were always mucho fun.
Otherwise, I'm not really into going downtown to crane my neck upwards at fireworks, I don't want to drop $50 on some wack club that's $5 any other night, I don't want to spend all my money (is that the same? yes and no). Basically I want to do the same thing I've done the last 3 or4 years, either bring in the New Year on the phone with Kyle or speak to him and a million other people within the first 15 minutes of the New Year.
I also am not the type to make resolutions. This year I decided I will commit myself to a few things. Not world peace. I want something attainable. I am not Miss America though I could give her a run for her money with my gangstalicious fiyah walk. That's right. I said it. Though I guess a fab walk is more model. Too bad I'm 5'1. Whatever. Semantics.
Les Resolutions:
1) continue working out. I'm in the rhythm now and paying too much money a month to let it go to waste. I will need to start switching my routine up a little though because my eyes are starting to glaze. I reallly (count the l's) need a workout partner.
2) as a result of the aforementioned fitness, buy a Rosa Cha bikini because I only have about 3 years to wear it. Go to collections, Summer 2007. 2nd on the left, 3rd on the right. I would prefer them in other colors. Something to make my skin pop but those are the styles that caught my eye. Her 2006 collection was ick. (No, I don't want to be THAT skinny). Yes I will have to do some strategic placement to make either of those work with my Black woman body.
3) get somewhere to wear #2. clearly i can't go to va beach or rhode island (right t?) w/that on. I'll get arrested and that will NOT be a resolution. Never been to the Carribbean. I'm overdue.
4) Go to Canada!!! Geez! Its ridiculous that I'm this close for a year and a half and have never been to Canada. It's something crazy like 2 hours or less away. So field trip for me.
5) Save $3000. This starts with nine west. sigh. I just bought 2 pairs of shoes. They were on sale, but they will be my last for a while. Ugh. Why did the sales lady show me a pair of white slouch booties? *shudddddder!!!* WTF are you thinkin about? White shoes? And booties at that??? *vomitttttt!!!* Why don't you just spit on me? Absolutely not. These shoes were so ugly I can't even find them on the website. Not that the site is AT ALL easy to navigate but still.
6) Budget. I'm already a step ahead b/c I've written down all of my bills, including food, entertainment and gas. Now implementation is the key. My first test is Friday when I get paid again.
7) Promotion. I've made August 23rd (my birthday) the promotion deadline for each year as long as I'm at a relatively entry-level position. Not quite entry-level, but still not in a job I would want to keep for more than a year. 23rd birthday, got the associate producer job, promoted to weekend morning producer by 24th birthday. 25th, I don't know what it will be, but not weekend mornings. Onward and upward people, onward and upward.
8) Meet a blogger. This is ridiculous. I'm sick of y'all comin to Pittsburgh, or me going to your city and suddenly we're unable to connect. FINE!! Don't meet me!! You smell like feet anyway.
That's enough, right? Those are the goals. The Carribbean may not happen because of the whole saving money thing but I'm down for an October or December trip. That would be so fun. I'm thinking December. While you guys are freezing, I'm heading South! Way South! Speaking of the Carribbean, has anyone seen the Bahamavention commercials??? HUH-LARIOUS!!! Please watch Lyle. I couldn't stop guffawing for like 15 minutes... at work! Hilarious! SOLD! But I think the Bahamas is the place Stace doesn't like. Is that right?
So! Thanks to Wise, I'll be reviewing the last year in blogdom and revealing somethings about my blog that my bloggiversary (how rambling is that post??? wth? pick a topic!!!!) and 100th post did not.
Inspiration for This Blog: Jamar, Erin and Talia's blogs. All fellow j-school Hamptonians. I wanted to get in on it too!! Only Talia still blogs. Booooooooooo!! But I've started a few people blogging myself which I'm quite proud of including my line sister and sister (both no longer blogging boooooo people, booooooo!), Wynel (never posts), and now for my proteges, Ashli and Stace. Love them mucho. I couldn't live w/o their blogs.
Why the Name Mindspace: Because I liked it. It was also around the time I became addicted to myspace. Well, not addicted, but first introduced. I can go days w/o myspace, but not w/o the blogs. I come home and run to the computer like crack.
My Fav Blog Entry: Hmmm... many of the early ones. They were so truly free and hilarious. I go back and read them and can't stop giggling. Some mindspacing. Good times, good times.
Fave Concept: Letters to God. CRACK me up.
Defining Moment: I don't know that there's one. Any suggestions?
Most Popular: State of Black America. All of y'all stop pressuring me. Those take a lot out of me and I ordinarily have to be in a really bad mood or pushed to my wit's end to post them. Why Men and Women Can't Be Friends.
Entry I Wish I Never Published: I don't think there was one. I think very carefully before I post things. They are all representative of who I am whether its unpleasant to others or not. There are, however, some posts I wish I had published but who knows if I will.
Why I Blog: Because I am vain. And bored as all get out. If I hadn't created a blog la familia, I really don't think I would've made it in Pittsburgh. Thank God for computers and the internet.
Blog Resolutions: continue to be me. B/c who wouldn't want to by this fly?
My fave blogs: there are so many. I don't even know where to start. Plus I really don't want to leave anyone out. If pressed, the blogs I check most regularly would be Stace, Ash, X, Cnel, Dream, Wise, Joy, La, and Veronica. If Karamale would come back to regular status, I would be overjoyed. I cannot link all these people. I don't have the patience. Read the comments dammit.
First regular reader: Ashli. We weren't super close in college, but through her reading my blog and sometimes bullying me into posting when I thought no one was reading anyway, we've become pretty close. I love that.
The State of Blogging: Ya know... I really don't care. The dramatics and antics can't ever keep my attention. I don't keep negative people in my life, I'm certainly not going to read it on someone's blog. So. Folk will do want they want to and that's fine. Do you.
Most Personal Entry: it's all personal. Life with D. It's also hard for me to divulge too much about me and the bf's relationship because I know there are people who read this who don't need to know my business. Plus there are some things so good you just want to keep them to myself. So when I do, that's very personal.
Funniest Entry: Fresh AzImiz, Ugly Sweaters, I don't know! Office Ebola and Open Toes? Like I said, a lot of them make me giggle. I can't walk you through 151 posts people! Hahahahahaha
My Blog Style: fluctuates with my mood, pensive, angry, hyper, romantic, political, suppressive, oppressive, brooding, silly, crazy, evil, bitter, I think it pretty much runs the gamut. I also promise lots of posts and rarely deliver on them. I just forget. So if you have something you've been waiting for and I haven't gotten to it, you should tap me on the blog shoulder. But don't be too insistent. I'm known to slap at people who tap me.
The Entry People Still Email Me About: Well, since I hate forwards and try to discourage stalkers, only the few who've directly asked me for my email and sent me their email addy have my email addy. So I guess that's none.
Most Bizarre Encounter Set Off by the Blog: Hmmmm... since I've never met most of you, I have no idea. I don't think this one even applies to me. Now I have gotten some juicay (not juicy) stories from some of you from e-mailing. You guys have some faaaaaaaaabulous lives. I'm telling you, life is so much cooler than fiction. You wouldn't believe it if you read it in a book.
Biggest Disappointment: the first few months when no one read my blog. I felt like such a failure! Boo hoo hoo. Hahaha.
Greatest Blog Triumph: Being shouted out by bloggers I love!! Starting another blog. Getting others to blog. The post w/33 comments.
Place I Most Wanna Visit Thanks to Blogging: Colombia, Panama (Karamale for both of those). Both sound and look cool as hell. And actually, Rhode Island. Tdot makes it sound very picturesque. I don't think I should be lured, though. She's a writer. It's her job to lure people. Lolol. B-more. I'm really jealous Cnel, Epsi and Wise met up. Plus I just love that city.
Place I Least Wanna Visit Thanks to Blogging: Michigan. Y'all make it sound awful.
What I Think Other Bloggers Think of Me: Hyper. Geniastic.
What I Hope Other Bloggers Think of Me: Fabulous writer, fun, I would buy any book she wrote, I can't wait until she posts again. Hahahahaha.
What Readers Can Expect in 2007: Same fly me. But better. Yeah... better. Ow! Come on. How am I seriously supposed to answer that? I don't know. I just aim for the stars.
Otherwise, I'm not really into going downtown to crane my neck upwards at fireworks, I don't want to drop $50 on some wack club that's $5 any other night, I don't want to spend all my money (is that the same? yes and no). Basically I want to do the same thing I've done the last 3 or4 years, either bring in the New Year on the phone with Kyle or speak to him and a million other people within the first 15 minutes of the New Year.
I also am not the type to make resolutions. This year I decided I will commit myself to a few things. Not world peace. I want something attainable. I am not Miss America though I could give her a run for her money with my gangstalicious fiyah walk. That's right. I said it. Though I guess a fab walk is more model. Too bad I'm 5'1. Whatever. Semantics.
Les Resolutions:
1) continue working out. I'm in the rhythm now and paying too much money a month to let it go to waste. I will need to start switching my routine up a little though because my eyes are starting to glaze. I reallly (count the l's) need a workout partner.
2) as a result of the aforementioned fitness, buy a Rosa Cha bikini because I only have about 3 years to wear it. Go to collections, Summer 2007. 2nd on the left, 3rd on the right. I would prefer them in other colors. Something to make my skin pop but those are the styles that caught my eye. Her 2006 collection was ick. (No, I don't want to be THAT skinny). Yes I will have to do some strategic placement to make either of those work with my Black woman body.
3) get somewhere to wear #2. clearly i can't go to va beach or rhode island (right t?) w/that on. I'll get arrested and that will NOT be a resolution. Never been to the Carribbean. I'm overdue.
4) Go to Canada!!! Geez! Its ridiculous that I'm this close for a year and a half and have never been to Canada. It's something crazy like 2 hours or less away. So field trip for me.
5) Save $3000. This starts with nine west. sigh. I just bought 2 pairs of shoes. They were on sale, but they will be my last for a while. Ugh. Why did the sales lady show me a pair of white slouch booties? *shudddddder!!!* WTF are you thinkin about? White shoes? And booties at that??? *vomitttttt!!!* Why don't you just spit on me? Absolutely not. These shoes were so ugly I can't even find them on the website. Not that the site is AT ALL easy to navigate but still.
6) Budget. I'm already a step ahead b/c I've written down all of my bills, including food, entertainment and gas. Now implementation is the key. My first test is Friday when I get paid again.
7) Promotion. I've made August 23rd (my birthday) the promotion deadline for each year as long as I'm at a relatively entry-level position. Not quite entry-level, but still not in a job I would want to keep for more than a year. 23rd birthday, got the associate producer job, promoted to weekend morning producer by 24th birthday. 25th, I don't know what it will be, but not weekend mornings. Onward and upward people, onward and upward.
8) Meet a blogger. This is ridiculous. I'm sick of y'all comin to Pittsburgh, or me going to your city and suddenly we're unable to connect. FINE!! Don't meet me!! You smell like feet anyway.
That's enough, right? Those are the goals. The Carribbean may not happen because of the whole saving money thing but I'm down for an October or December trip. That would be so fun. I'm thinking December. While you guys are freezing, I'm heading South! Way South! Speaking of the Carribbean, has anyone seen the Bahamavention commercials??? HUH-LARIOUS!!! Please watch Lyle. I couldn't stop guffawing for like 15 minutes... at work! Hilarious! SOLD! But I think the Bahamas is the place Stace doesn't like. Is that right?
So! Thanks to Wise, I'll be reviewing the last year in blogdom and revealing somethings about my blog that my bloggiversary (how rambling is that post??? wth? pick a topic!!!!) and 100th post did not.
Inspiration for This Blog: Jamar, Erin and Talia's blogs. All fellow j-school Hamptonians. I wanted to get in on it too!! Only Talia still blogs. Booooooooooo!! But I've started a few people blogging myself which I'm quite proud of including my line sister and sister (both no longer blogging boooooo people, booooooo!), Wynel (never posts), and now for my proteges, Ashli and Stace. Love them mucho. I couldn't live w/o their blogs.
Why the Name Mindspace: Because I liked it. It was also around the time I became addicted to myspace. Well, not addicted, but first introduced. I can go days w/o myspace, but not w/o the blogs. I come home and run to the computer like crack.
My Fav Blog Entry: Hmmm... many of the early ones. They were so truly free and hilarious. I go back and read them and can't stop giggling. Some mindspacing. Good times, good times.
Fave Concept: Letters to God. CRACK me up.
Defining Moment: I don't know that there's one. Any suggestions?
Most Popular: State of Black America. All of y'all stop pressuring me. Those take a lot out of me and I ordinarily have to be in a really bad mood or pushed to my wit's end to post them. Why Men and Women Can't Be Friends.
Entry I Wish I Never Published: I don't think there was one. I think very carefully before I post things. They are all representative of who I am whether its unpleasant to others or not. There are, however, some posts I wish I had published but who knows if I will.
Why I Blog: Because I am vain. And bored as all get out. If I hadn't created a blog la familia, I really don't think I would've made it in Pittsburgh. Thank God for computers and the internet.
Blog Resolutions: continue to be me. B/c who wouldn't want to by this fly?
My fave blogs: there are so many. I don't even know where to start. Plus I really don't want to leave anyone out. If pressed, the blogs I check most regularly would be Stace, Ash, X, Cnel, Dream, Wise, Joy, La, and Veronica. If Karamale would come back to regular status, I would be overjoyed. I cannot link all these people. I don't have the patience. Read the comments dammit.
First regular reader: Ashli. We weren't super close in college, but through her reading my blog and sometimes bullying me into posting when I thought no one was reading anyway, we've become pretty close. I love that.
The State of Blogging: Ya know... I really don't care. The dramatics and antics can't ever keep my attention. I don't keep negative people in my life, I'm certainly not going to read it on someone's blog. So. Folk will do want they want to and that's fine. Do you.
Most Personal Entry: it's all personal. Life with D. It's also hard for me to divulge too much about me and the bf's relationship because I know there are people who read this who don't need to know my business. Plus there are some things so good you just want to keep them to myself. So when I do, that's very personal.
Funniest Entry: Fresh AzImiz, Ugly Sweaters, I don't know! Office Ebola and Open Toes? Like I said, a lot of them make me giggle. I can't walk you through 151 posts people! Hahahahahaha
My Blog Style: fluctuates with my mood, pensive, angry, hyper, romantic, political, suppressive, oppressive, brooding, silly, crazy, evil, bitter, I think it pretty much runs the gamut. I also promise lots of posts and rarely deliver on them. I just forget. So if you have something you've been waiting for and I haven't gotten to it, you should tap me on the blog shoulder. But don't be too insistent. I'm known to slap at people who tap me.
The Entry People Still Email Me About: Well, since I hate forwards and try to discourage stalkers, only the few who've directly asked me for my email and sent me their email addy have my email addy. So I guess that's none.
Most Bizarre Encounter Set Off by the Blog: Hmmmm... since I've never met most of you, I have no idea. I don't think this one even applies to me. Now I have gotten some juicay (not juicy) stories from some of you from e-mailing. You guys have some faaaaaaaaabulous lives. I'm telling you, life is so much cooler than fiction. You wouldn't believe it if you read it in a book.
Biggest Disappointment: the first few months when no one read my blog. I felt like such a failure! Boo hoo hoo. Hahaha.
Greatest Blog Triumph: Being shouted out by bloggers I love!! Starting another blog. Getting others to blog. The post w/33 comments.
Place I Most Wanna Visit Thanks to Blogging: Colombia, Panama (Karamale for both of those). Both sound and look cool as hell. And actually, Rhode Island. Tdot makes it sound very picturesque. I don't think I should be lured, though. She's a writer. It's her job to lure people. Lolol. B-more. I'm really jealous Cnel, Epsi and Wise met up. Plus I just love that city.
Place I Least Wanna Visit Thanks to Blogging: Michigan. Y'all make it sound awful.
What I Think Other Bloggers Think of Me: Hyper. Geniastic.
What I Hope Other Bloggers Think of Me: Fabulous writer, fun, I would buy any book she wrote, I can't wait until she posts again. Hahahahaha.
What Readers Can Expect in 2007: Same fly me. But better. Yeah... better. Ow! Come on. How am I seriously supposed to answer that? I don't know. I just aim for the stars.
12.27.2006
Christmas
wasn't that bad. I'm actually really glad I went to work. Everyone was very jolly, blasting Christmas music, exchanging presents and cards. One girl's mom brought us a breakfast casserole, fruit, oj and bagels. It was nice.
Two days earlier, a package came for me. YAY!!! You know I love packages. Of course it was from Kyle (the bf's actual name. I was trying to maintain his anonymity but he says he doesn't care). I know how he feels about me opening presents before the date... but I couldn't wait! I never can. I never get packages and they excite me. He knows how I am.
So, I open the package. Another lovely card. He picks the best ones. And... a diamond journey necklace! You know the ones that look like a squiggle and go from the smallest diamond to the largest. 7 diamonds. Wheeeeeeeee. I love diamonds. I told him last Christmas that jewelery is always a fabulous present for me. You can't go wrong with jewelery! Such a fabulous one, that one.
He was upset that I didn't wait.... but come on! If he wants me to wait, he should make sure it gets there on the exact date. That's the only way. He asked me to make a pact not to open a gift until the intended date. Er... um... yeah... I said I can't make that guarantee. I'll try. Now he says he'll just never send me anything again. FINE! Deliver it in person! Thanks! I prefer that anyway!
He's going to Chicago in January, so I bought his plane ticket. He has a one hour layover in Pittsburgh on the way back so we'll have to steal half an hour. Hopefully his plane will get in a little early. I'll take 10 minutes if that's all we have. That's love.
Two days earlier, a package came for me. YAY!!! You know I love packages. Of course it was from Kyle (the bf's actual name. I was trying to maintain his anonymity but he says he doesn't care). I know how he feels about me opening presents before the date... but I couldn't wait! I never can. I never get packages and they excite me. He knows how I am.
So, I open the package. Another lovely card. He picks the best ones. And... a diamond journey necklace! You know the ones that look like a squiggle and go from the smallest diamond to the largest. 7 diamonds. Wheeeeeeeee. I love diamonds. I told him last Christmas that jewelery is always a fabulous present for me. You can't go wrong with jewelery! Such a fabulous one, that one.
He was upset that I didn't wait.... but come on! If he wants me to wait, he should make sure it gets there on the exact date. That's the only way. He asked me to make a pact not to open a gift until the intended date. Er... um... yeah... I said I can't make that guarantee. I'll try. Now he says he'll just never send me anything again. FINE! Deliver it in person! Thanks! I prefer that anyway!
He's going to Chicago in January, so I bought his plane ticket. He has a one hour layover in Pittsburgh on the way back so we'll have to steal half an hour. Hopefully his plane will get in a little early. I'll take 10 minutes if that's all we have. That's love.
12.26.2006
UPDATE!!
Remember the previous post? They're together now! Though I would LOVE to take credit for this one, I don't think I can. BUT I'm glad whatever worked did the trick!!! Hurray!!!!!
12.21.2006
Dearest Friend,
I love you so much. You are one of the closest people to me. I don't know how to tell you this. I've been saying it in one way or another for months, maybe more than a year now. I'm not really sure. My time perception is a little off. But I'm reasonably sure it's been since before the bf and I made it official.
Your best friend.
I know he's white and you're black and I've been one of our most vocal friends about interracial relationships. It's kind of funny actually because growing up where I did, surrounded by white people, nearly all of my early crushes were white guys. The rest were older males. I've been boy crazy since birth (according to my mom). My time perception was so off that I was certain I could make a relationship work with my crushes at the time. When I was 5, it was a 13 year old, when I was 7, it was a 14 year old, when I was 14, it was a 17 year old. They all ignored me for obvious reasons but hey. All I knew is that they weren't adults and they were cute! Hilarious.
I think the evolution away from interracial relationships started for me when I was in 3rd grade. The white guy down the street, Matt, rebuffed my attempts. Then the white guy, Brad at school rebuffed my attempts in 4th grade. I was confused. We were cool, we were friends, what's the problem? (Neither of them are doing anything interesting with their lives at this point. I say that not to be evil, but to say you stick with me kid, and you're goin places! Hahahahaha).
My mom was not a fan of interracial relationships, but she grew up in Mississippi in the 1960s. Its kind of ironic considering her grandfather was half white. The other day I found out my dad's grandmother was also half white. But ultimately, its not up to our parents, or grandparents or anyone else.
That boy loves you. He really does. I've never met him, but I know he loves you. He will do anything for you. And I don't think you could really do anything to make him stop. Don't be afraid of what other people will or would say about your relationship. You can't stop people from talking, but you also can't ignore your heart. It will only cause you pain in the long run. It's ok to be scared. Do you think I wasn't scared when I stopped fighting how I felt about the bf? You know I was. Because I talked about it incessantly! Lololol.
Look. The point is, you love him, he loves you. A lot of times it's not that easy. But this time, I think it is. Don't be afraid. Just jump. I know he'll catch you.
Your best friend.
I know he's white and you're black and I've been one of our most vocal friends about interracial relationships. It's kind of funny actually because growing up where I did, surrounded by white people, nearly all of my early crushes were white guys. The rest were older males. I've been boy crazy since birth (according to my mom). My time perception was so off that I was certain I could make a relationship work with my crushes at the time. When I was 5, it was a 13 year old, when I was 7, it was a 14 year old, when I was 14, it was a 17 year old. They all ignored me for obvious reasons but hey. All I knew is that they weren't adults and they were cute! Hilarious.
I think the evolution away from interracial relationships started for me when I was in 3rd grade. The white guy down the street, Matt, rebuffed my attempts. Then the white guy, Brad at school rebuffed my attempts in 4th grade. I was confused. We were cool, we were friends, what's the problem? (Neither of them are doing anything interesting with their lives at this point. I say that not to be evil, but to say you stick with me kid, and you're goin places! Hahahahaha).
My mom was not a fan of interracial relationships, but she grew up in Mississippi in the 1960s. Its kind of ironic considering her grandfather was half white. The other day I found out my dad's grandmother was also half white. But ultimately, its not up to our parents, or grandparents or anyone else.
That boy loves you. He really does. I've never met him, but I know he loves you. He will do anything for you. And I don't think you could really do anything to make him stop. Don't be afraid of what other people will or would say about your relationship. You can't stop people from talking, but you also can't ignore your heart. It will only cause you pain in the long run. It's ok to be scared. Do you think I wasn't scared when I stopped fighting how I felt about the bf? You know I was. Because I talked about it incessantly! Lololol.
Look. The point is, you love him, he loves you. A lot of times it's not that easy. But this time, I think it is. Don't be afraid. Just jump. I know he'll catch you.
Ask me 9xs and I'll tell you the same
I love the people in my life who are closest to me. I hate their interrogations. My mom, my sister, Stace and the bf have this thing they do. They'll ask me a question. I'll say I don't know. They'll ask it in a different way, maybe change 3 or 4 words. I'll say I don't know. This time they'll ask eliminating 4 or FIVE words (notice the difference?). I yell, "I DON'T KNOW!!!" Then they get defensive or accusatory or sheepish and try to make me look like the asshole. Ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls, shems, GLBT, ALL OF YOU!! Asking the same question multiple ways will NOT yield a different answer.... I. DON'T. KNOW!!
*NOTE*
(There was no particular event that yielded this post. I'm just inordinately bored today and restless.)
*NOTE*
(There was no particular event that yielded this post. I'm just inordinately bored today and restless.)
12.20.2006
Why...
*am I in contact with more than one person who likes animals more than people, but works with people everyday. I do not understand people who will throw themselves off of a bridge to save an animal but would not spit on a human being on fire. I know it's possible to love animals and still be a compassionate person because my cousin is a fabulous vet and a nice person (as long as it's not morning).
*does the bf ask about you guys all the time? as in "How are your bloggers?" It's hilarious.
*does he also usually have a crazy question he'd like me to pose to you guys so that he can prove me wrong or get a question answered survey-style? I may feature the bf's crazy question of the week or however often it comes up. This week: Is there an age limit to drinking Kool-Aid? If so, what is it? (see what I mean?)
*is a friend of a friend cheating on his wife? I think he's a nice guy in general, but it really bothers me for reasons that I won't go into right now. I'm not rude to him but a little more reserved than is natural for me to be with people I share friends with (unless they're crazy. I have no problem ignoring/distancing myself from the nutty).
*do I love "Brown Sugar" so much? I can't figure it out. When its on tv, I have to stop and watch just a little of it and/or flip back and forth... and I own the movie! Hilarious.
*does going to the gym make me (more) obsessed with the mirror? I've always been a mirror person. I have high self-esteem. But going to the gym makes me nuts. I'm always looking for a new cut, ripple, muscle, lack of fat, something. I also get obsessed with going to the gym so that I'll have more cuts, ripples, muscles, lack of fat to look for. Plus it starts to feel really good. Like I'm accomplishing something.
*(PAY ATTENTION!! THIS IS THE BIG ONE!!) do I have to spell out for my dad that it is not acceptable for him to be out of town on Christmas? Last night I was leaving to go to work and he tells me he's going south (vacation) and won't be back until Monday or Tuesday. I have to work Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I do not want to come home to an empty house. I do not want TO BE BY MYSELF ON CHRISTMAS!! This is why I don't talk to people and boycott holidays. If Stace doesn't come like is now planned, Christmas is going on there with Thanksgiving. DON'T TRY ME!! I'LL BAN CHRISTMAS!!
*does the bf ask about you guys all the time? as in "How are your bloggers?" It's hilarious.
*does he also usually have a crazy question he'd like me to pose to you guys so that he can prove me wrong or get a question answered survey-style? I may feature the bf's crazy question of the week or however often it comes up. This week: Is there an age limit to drinking Kool-Aid? If so, what is it? (see what I mean?)
*is a friend of a friend cheating on his wife? I think he's a nice guy in general, but it really bothers me for reasons that I won't go into right now. I'm not rude to him but a little more reserved than is natural for me to be with people I share friends with (unless they're crazy. I have no problem ignoring/distancing myself from the nutty).
*do I love "Brown Sugar" so much? I can't figure it out. When its on tv, I have to stop and watch just a little of it and/or flip back and forth... and I own the movie! Hilarious.
*does going to the gym make me (more) obsessed with the mirror? I've always been a mirror person. I have high self-esteem. But going to the gym makes me nuts. I'm always looking for a new cut, ripple, muscle, lack of fat, something. I also get obsessed with going to the gym so that I'll have more cuts, ripples, muscles, lack of fat to look for. Plus it starts to feel really good. Like I'm accomplishing something.
*(PAY ATTENTION!! THIS IS THE BIG ONE!!) do I have to spell out for my dad that it is not acceptable for him to be out of town on Christmas? Last night I was leaving to go to work and he tells me he's going south (vacation) and won't be back until Monday or Tuesday. I have to work Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I do not want to come home to an empty house. I do not want TO BE BY MYSELF ON CHRISTMAS!! This is why I don't talk to people and boycott holidays. If Stace doesn't come like is now planned, Christmas is going on there with Thanksgiving. DON'T TRY ME!! I'LL BAN CHRISTMAS!!
12.15.2006
When are you getting married?
This is one of the most annoying questions you can ever ask me. Do you really think I know? If I knew the answer to that question, I would have a ring on my finger. Yes, I want to get married. Yes, I may have talked about marriage with the bf. No, we don't know when if it has come up. No, I also do not think you (the endless questioner) need to be the first to know.
Asking me about it every other month will not make the date come any faster. Asking me about it every other week will not make the date come faster. Asking me about it every time you see me alone or in a relaxed atmosphere... guess what? WILL NOT MAKE THE DATE COME FASTER!!!
I am 24 years old. 24. I have a pretty good job, make decent money, with few bills. Can I live on my own for a while before I start shacking up (if ever), getting married and having babies? I've never lived on my own. My parents house, then in a dorm for 4 years, then back to my mom's house, now I'm living with my dad. I would like to just once in my life live on my own before I go straight to the house me and my husband will own. Is that so much to ask? And no I'm not ready to move out yet. I may wait until I leave Pittsburgh. The point is I DON'T KNOW!! SO STOP ASKING!!
This is annoying when you are single. It is annoying when you're in a committed relationship. It's annoying when you hit a year and people act like perhaps you need to be moving it along because you're not getting any younger. What the hell is the rush? No, I don't want to necessarily wait until I'm 30, but that doesn't mean I need to run down the aisle right now. Marriage is a big commitment I only want to make once. It's annoying when half of the married people you have regular contact with are trying to pressure you in that direction. LEAVE ME ALONE!! I PROMISE I'LL SEND OUT ANNOUNCEMENTS WHEN THE TIME COMES!!!
This has been on my mind a while because one of my work friends stalks me about it and it drives me nuts. She told me she was the last of her friends to get married, which makes me wonder why she choses to torture me this way. I'm sure she heard that from her group of 5 or 7 more than a few times. HEY!! CAN YOU LET IT GO!! Sweetlime asked the question and you can see I was more than ready to provide an answer.
Some things you just want to keep to yourself. Maybe the bf and I have talked about it to each other or other people or maybe we haven't. Or maybe we'll never get married or marry other people. Maybe I'll end up the 96-year-old cat lady with no eyebrows who sits at home singing "Dum dum didday!" Who's to say? But asking me about it. It doesn't make it come faster. If you're married and you're reading this, stop antagonizing all of your single friends. Next along this line: male biological clocks. It will be riveting.
Asking me about it every other month will not make the date come any faster. Asking me about it every other week will not make the date come faster. Asking me about it every time you see me alone or in a relaxed atmosphere... guess what? WILL NOT MAKE THE DATE COME FASTER!!!
I am 24 years old. 24. I have a pretty good job, make decent money, with few bills. Can I live on my own for a while before I start shacking up (if ever), getting married and having babies? I've never lived on my own. My parents house, then in a dorm for 4 years, then back to my mom's house, now I'm living with my dad. I would like to just once in my life live on my own before I go straight to the house me and my husband will own. Is that so much to ask? And no I'm not ready to move out yet. I may wait until I leave Pittsburgh. The point is I DON'T KNOW!! SO STOP ASKING!!
This is annoying when you are single. It is annoying when you're in a committed relationship. It's annoying when you hit a year and people act like perhaps you need to be moving it along because you're not getting any younger. What the hell is the rush? No, I don't want to necessarily wait until I'm 30, but that doesn't mean I need to run down the aisle right now. Marriage is a big commitment I only want to make once. It's annoying when half of the married people you have regular contact with are trying to pressure you in that direction. LEAVE ME ALONE!! I PROMISE I'LL SEND OUT ANNOUNCEMENTS WHEN THE TIME COMES!!!
This has been on my mind a while because one of my work friends stalks me about it and it drives me nuts. She told me she was the last of her friends to get married, which makes me wonder why she choses to torture me this way. I'm sure she heard that from her group of 5 or 7 more than a few times. HEY!! CAN YOU LET IT GO!! Sweetlime asked the question and you can see I was more than ready to provide an answer.
Some things you just want to keep to yourself. Maybe the bf and I have talked about it to each other or other people or maybe we haven't. Or maybe we'll never get married or marry other people. Maybe I'll end up the 96-year-old cat lady with no eyebrows who sits at home singing "Dum dum didday!" Who's to say? But asking me about it. It doesn't make it come faster. If you're married and you're reading this, stop antagonizing all of your single friends. Next along this line: male biological clocks. It will be riveting.
12.13.2006
The Anniversary Trip
First may I say how opposed to the term anniversary the bf's mom and my dad are? They were both like, you're not married, it's not an anniversary. HEY PARTY POOPERS!! WE ARE CELEBRATING OUR ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!! I plan a trip out there and he finally gives me what I've been asking for since my birthday party... ANOTHER PARTY!!! YAY!!
We decide we'll have the party on Saturday, the day before our ann'y so we have time to hang out with only each other on Sunday. I get to CT, and Ashli picks me up from the airport. We go to Olive Garden, and have a wonderful time gossiping. Then we head across the street to the mall so I can find SOMETHING to wear. We head to Forever 21, pick up a multitude of polka dot shirts, and settle on a shirt I didn't even have time to try on.
Ash leaves to go see the Nutcracker. The bf picks me up from the mall and we go to the liquor store for a bottle of 1800, fabulous tequila. I'm a huuuuuuuge fan of tequila. We also pick up a couple of bags of chips, then head back to his apartment so I can take a nap before the party. Of course he's doing his normal bother me thing like a 5-year-old when he first sees me. I'm always sleepy and not in the mood. I get extremely cranky when I'm sleepy.
I take a mini nap (2 hours or less), then the bf wakes me to say Ash is on her way and being belligerent. This shocks me (not!). So I get up, get dressed in my skintight jeans, black and white polka dot top and black and white polka dot flats! (nine west, of course) and walk sleepily around until her and her bf get there. She bought us a present! How sweet! It was 2 blue flutes and 2 blue wineglasses from Lord & Taylor, a bottle of 3 blind moose chardonnay, and a bottle of sparkling wine, and a card. So lovely, that one is. We all stand around drinking and talking for about 2 hours. I was so glad they came... esp. since she was my only friend who was able to make it. They leave and its just me and the bf again until about 1. He gives me the sweetest card that brought tears to my eyes. I won't tell you the whole thing, but one line was "A lifetime isn't long enough to tell you how much I love you." Wow....
He was getting worried that no one would show up to our party. So cute. He'd already told me no one he works with gets off until 1 (yes, AM, Sportscenter and all the other shows have to get on the air somehow, don't they! lol), so I was sure we would have a turnout.
His neighbor gets there at about 1, feels supremely uncomfortable being there with the 2 of us for about 10 minutes, then 3 more people get there, then 2 more and suddenly within half an hour, there are about 10 people in the house... and I'm the only female. But I've always had a lot of guy friends so I'm just flitting about in my adorable way mingling with the folk and answering the door. I'm feeling quite nice by this point. Then fellow Hamptonian, BP starts pouring drinks and I make myself a tequila and oj. More people start getting there, and by 2:15, its one hell of a party. Still not many girls, but there were spades and dominos games, people taking shots in the kitchen (pass), and some dancing.
Everyone started leaving around 4. The bf and I were asleep by 5 and slept for most of the next day and watched the games on and off. BOOOOO PANTHERS!! I'M HATIN!! Always a fan, but they really pissed me off on Sunday. I wanted a burger for dinner so we went to Ruby Tuesday. I got a yummy pepporcorn swiss burger and the most delicious strawberry lemonade you have ever had in your life!!! The restaurant has really, really stepped up its game. Loved it.
Afterwards, we rented Pirates of the Carribbean. I fell asleep after the first 10 minutes, until the last 10 minutes.... hahahahahaha. Then I woke up, we watched more football, etc. It was great fun. We fell asleep. The next day, we chatted, ate breakfast, and talked. He's wonderful. I felt absolutely refreshed when I left. Hurray for trips to see the bf.
We decide we'll have the party on Saturday, the day before our ann'y so we have time to hang out with only each other on Sunday. I get to CT, and Ashli picks me up from the airport. We go to Olive Garden, and have a wonderful time gossiping. Then we head across the street to the mall so I can find SOMETHING to wear. We head to Forever 21, pick up a multitude of polka dot shirts, and settle on a shirt I didn't even have time to try on.
Ash leaves to go see the Nutcracker. The bf picks me up from the mall and we go to the liquor store for a bottle of 1800, fabulous tequila. I'm a huuuuuuuge fan of tequila. We also pick up a couple of bags of chips, then head back to his apartment so I can take a nap before the party. Of course he's doing his normal bother me thing like a 5-year-old when he first sees me. I'm always sleepy and not in the mood. I get extremely cranky when I'm sleepy.
I take a mini nap (2 hours or less), then the bf wakes me to say Ash is on her way and being belligerent. This shocks me (not!). So I get up, get dressed in my skintight jeans, black and white polka dot top and black and white polka dot flats! (nine west, of course) and walk sleepily around until her and her bf get there. She bought us a present! How sweet! It was 2 blue flutes and 2 blue wineglasses from Lord & Taylor, a bottle of 3 blind moose chardonnay, and a bottle of sparkling wine, and a card. So lovely, that one is. We all stand around drinking and talking for about 2 hours. I was so glad they came... esp. since she was my only friend who was able to make it. They leave and its just me and the bf again until about 1. He gives me the sweetest card that brought tears to my eyes. I won't tell you the whole thing, but one line was "A lifetime isn't long enough to tell you how much I love you." Wow....
He was getting worried that no one would show up to our party. So cute. He'd already told me no one he works with gets off until 1 (yes, AM, Sportscenter and all the other shows have to get on the air somehow, don't they! lol), so I was sure we would have a turnout.
His neighbor gets there at about 1, feels supremely uncomfortable being there with the 2 of us for about 10 minutes, then 3 more people get there, then 2 more and suddenly within half an hour, there are about 10 people in the house... and I'm the only female. But I've always had a lot of guy friends so I'm just flitting about in my adorable way mingling with the folk and answering the door. I'm feeling quite nice by this point. Then fellow Hamptonian, BP starts pouring drinks and I make myself a tequila and oj. More people start getting there, and by 2:15, its one hell of a party. Still not many girls, but there were spades and dominos games, people taking shots in the kitchen (pass), and some dancing.
Everyone started leaving around 4. The bf and I were asleep by 5 and slept for most of the next day and watched the games on and off. BOOOOO PANTHERS!! I'M HATIN!! Always a fan, but they really pissed me off on Sunday. I wanted a burger for dinner so we went to Ruby Tuesday. I got a yummy pepporcorn swiss burger and the most delicious strawberry lemonade you have ever had in your life!!! The restaurant has really, really stepped up its game. Loved it.
Afterwards, we rented Pirates of the Carribbean. I fell asleep after the first 10 minutes, until the last 10 minutes.... hahahahahaha. Then I woke up, we watched more football, etc. It was great fun. We fell asleep. The next day, we chatted, ate breakfast, and talked. He's wonderful. I felt absolutely refreshed when I left. Hurray for trips to see the bf.
12.06.2006
i don't watch tv
This is one of the most annoying things you can ever say to me. No, it's not primarily because I work in tv, though I'm sure that has something to do with it. It's primarily because there is an air of assumed superiority in that statement. But you know what they say happens when you assume.
Guess what? Watching tv does not make you better than everyone else. You are missing out. How do you keep up with what's going on in the world? Yes there's the internet and newspapers, but seeing things unfold in front of your eyes. Until news outlets have consistent live, streaming video on websites, what's the point? I know I'm very tv heavy, but that's my medium. I love it. Moving pictures and sound speak infinitely. Don't get me wrong, I'm an avid reader, but when it comes to news? SHOW ME.
In the newsroom, there are about 15 elevated televisions assigned to ABC, NBC, CBS, MSNBC, CNN, Fox News, whatever feeds or live shots we're rolling on, the Pittsburgh Cable News Channel, and on and on, but those are the main ones. Then there are the tvs at each desk. I love it. If there's something on, I look at the topic bar and decide what I want to watch instantly. I also love seeing how each station is treating each story.
I wasn't always a tv person. Now I can't live without it. You HAVE to stay informed about the world around you. If not, it will pass you by. And don't think I only watch news... well I guess you already know that, huh? Well... you do now! Ha! So watch tv. Even if you can't watch my show. Thanks! *rolling eyes because this topic really annoys me*
Guess what? Watching tv does not make you better than everyone else. You are missing out. How do you keep up with what's going on in the world? Yes there's the internet and newspapers, but seeing things unfold in front of your eyes. Until news outlets have consistent live, streaming video on websites, what's the point? I know I'm very tv heavy, but that's my medium. I love it. Moving pictures and sound speak infinitely. Don't get me wrong, I'm an avid reader, but when it comes to news? SHOW ME.
In the newsroom, there are about 15 elevated televisions assigned to ABC, NBC, CBS, MSNBC, CNN, Fox News, whatever feeds or live shots we're rolling on, the Pittsburgh Cable News Channel, and on and on, but those are the main ones. Then there are the tvs at each desk. I love it. If there's something on, I look at the topic bar and decide what I want to watch instantly. I also love seeing how each station is treating each story.
I wasn't always a tv person. Now I can't live without it. You HAVE to stay informed about the world around you. If not, it will pass you by. And don't think I only watch news... well I guess you already know that, huh? Well... you do now! Ha! So watch tv. Even if you can't watch my show. Thanks! *rolling eyes because this topic really annoys me*
11.30.2006
It's Thanksgiving Finally
Y'all can stop cursing my name now. Here it goes...
Wednesday after work, I went home, washed my hair, packed the clothes I'd set aside that morning before I left for work, then headed to the airport. I'd spent the day warning all of Pittsburgh (via writing for and producing the morning shows) all of the things they needed to know about "the busiest travel day of the year," including getting to the airport at least 90 minutes in advance and the "3-1-1." That's you may carry containers of liquids of gels in travel-sized containers 3.4 oz or less in one-one quart bag per person. And prepare yourselves for a wait and possible delays. All of this information of course came from TSA and the airport. I get to the airport and there is no line to check-in, then a man directs me to the alternate security point where there are only 4 people in line ahead of me. I'm looking around thinking, this is less time than I've EVER had to wait at the airport.
I get on the plane and its a smooth ride to Detroit. I'd finally calmed down from all the hyperactivity I imposed upon myself about meeting the bf's mom for the first time. I try to get a pedicure at the airport spa (the one good thing about Detroit's airport) but they're all booked. Bah! So I sit and listen to my ipod, call my mom since trying to take a nap wasn't working. I knew this would mean I was ridiculously tired once I got to Norfolk since I'd been up for 15 hours already and it was only 4pm.
I get off the plane in Norfolk looking fabulous of course since I knew the plan was for the bf and his mom to pick me up and for us to go to a restaurant from there. I'm suddenly nervous even though some woman had been talking to me most of the way there, despite the fact that I had my ipod in my ears AND a magazine open on my lap. Wow... that's dedication. I was getting to see the bf, though, for the first time in more than 6 weeks, so I was actually nice. Plus it was her first time flying and she was going to see her grandchildren. How mean can you be to someone like that?
I call Stacey so she can calm me down a little more and to describe the fit. Black tweed blazer with 3/4 length sleeves, black sleeveless shirt w/a ruffle down the front, jeans, black and cream satin polka dot flats, the birthday diamond earrings, black drop earrings, and a black necklace with the Christmas bratch. I get to baggage claim, call the bf, see him, give him a brief hug, take a deep breath, then turn around and meet his mom.
She's tall. She had on heels and I had on flats making me 5'1 and her at least 5'9. I didn't even reach her shoulder. Hahahahaha. I gave her a hug, we got my bags and walked to the car to decide what to eat. He told me his mom had suggested Applebee's but he didn't think I liked it. I cheered and cursed him in my head. Cheered b/c yay! you know me! Cursed b/c clearly if your mom suggests it, the first time we meet, I can't be the picky bitch who says, "Eww! No way!" So I say "Applebee's is fine." It's not that I hate it, it's just nondescript. There's really no reason to eat there. I did want to try some of the stuff Tyler Florence makes there but I wasn't in the mood for any of it.
Once we were there, he left the table twice!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?! The first time, there was silence for at least 2 minutes. That is a long time to be silent. We were both perusing the menu, then she asked what I was going to get and I said I'm not sure and she said, me either, then more silence. He finally returned. We ordered, then he left again to go call one of his friends to tell him we would meet him at the club after we dropped his mom off. This time we sat in silence until I asked what she was cooking for Thanksgiving. That was good, then more silence. SO AWKWARD!!!!
We ate. No one was very impressed with it, then we dropped of his mom and rode around for a while. Then we went to Wynel's house. I put in Robin Thicke and sat on his lap and listened and talked while Wynel did her hair. I started to fall asleep and he kept waking me up. It was around midnight and I had been up for 24 hours by this point. Wynel left the house to us. "2 the Sky" came on and it was a wrap! That song is faaaaaaaaabulous. We were asleep within the hour.
The next day, Wynel and I went to her boyfriend's aunt's house for Thanksgiving dinner. It was so yummy. The dressing was offffff the chaiiiiiiiiiiin!! Mmmmmm-MMMMMMMMM! Lol. Then we went to her cousin's house for dinner. Ate more. Here the ham was the bomb. They also had she-crab soup. I wanted to try it but I was too full. I fit right in immediately. As soon as I walked in the door, Wynel's uncle said, "Jameil you gotta be more careful about the company you keep. You can come back anytime, and you don't have to come with Wynel, because if you do, we'll never see you again." Hahahaha. Then he says, "Also, there's a cover charge, you just give the money to me." I said, "Yeah, Wynel said she'll take care of me." He was like, "Naw, that ain't how it work." Hahahahahahahahaha. Just like home. Most of her cousins were around our age so we had a good time. We watched "Lackawanna Blues" (GREAT MOVIE), then "Grey's Anatomy." Man that show is great. Can't wait for this week. The last day of sweeps, too? It's gonna be off the chain.
Then we went to Wynel's college roommate's house. Her dad is a chef. He made some bangin gumbo!! I saw her adorable baby and we watched some more tv and caught up. Then we went back to Wynel's house. I talked to the bf for a little while, then went to sleep. The next day we woke up, ate, talked about our career goals (she was also in the Scripps Howard School of Journalism and Communications with me and the bf), then got ready to head to the airport.
So that's it. Are you happy now?
What I'm thankful for (in no particular order):
* Benefits!
* Going to the dentist today and having no cavities for the 24 year or however long I've had teeth
* Being able to fly where I want when I want
* My family
* The blog la familia
* Stacey, Ashli and the entire Hampton crew
* Life, health and strength
* Food (I love food!!)
* The bf
* Daddy-Daughter Day
Love you guys!
Wednesday after work, I went home, washed my hair, packed the clothes I'd set aside that morning before I left for work, then headed to the airport. I'd spent the day warning all of Pittsburgh (via writing for and producing the morning shows) all of the things they needed to know about "the busiest travel day of the year," including getting to the airport at least 90 minutes in advance and the "3-1-1." That's you may carry containers of liquids of gels in travel-sized containers 3.4 oz or less in one-one quart bag per person. And prepare yourselves for a wait and possible delays. All of this information of course came from TSA and the airport. I get to the airport and there is no line to check-in, then a man directs me to the alternate security point where there are only 4 people in line ahead of me. I'm looking around thinking, this is less time than I've EVER had to wait at the airport.
I get on the plane and its a smooth ride to Detroit. I'd finally calmed down from all the hyperactivity I imposed upon myself about meeting the bf's mom for the first time. I try to get a pedicure at the airport spa (the one good thing about Detroit's airport) but they're all booked. Bah! So I sit and listen to my ipod, call my mom since trying to take a nap wasn't working. I knew this would mean I was ridiculously tired once I got to Norfolk since I'd been up for 15 hours already and it was only 4pm.
I get off the plane in Norfolk looking fabulous of course since I knew the plan was for the bf and his mom to pick me up and for us to go to a restaurant from there. I'm suddenly nervous even though some woman had been talking to me most of the way there, despite the fact that I had my ipod in my ears AND a magazine open on my lap. Wow... that's dedication. I was getting to see the bf, though, for the first time in more than 6 weeks, so I was actually nice. Plus it was her first time flying and she was going to see her grandchildren. How mean can you be to someone like that?
I call Stacey so she can calm me down a little more and to describe the fit. Black tweed blazer with 3/4 length sleeves, black sleeveless shirt w/a ruffle down the front, jeans, black and cream satin polka dot flats, the birthday diamond earrings, black drop earrings, and a black necklace with the Christmas bratch. I get to baggage claim, call the bf, see him, give him a brief hug, take a deep breath, then turn around and meet his mom.
She's tall. She had on heels and I had on flats making me 5'1 and her at least 5'9. I didn't even reach her shoulder. Hahahahaha. I gave her a hug, we got my bags and walked to the car to decide what to eat. He told me his mom had suggested Applebee's but he didn't think I liked it. I cheered and cursed him in my head. Cheered b/c yay! you know me! Cursed b/c clearly if your mom suggests it, the first time we meet, I can't be the picky bitch who says, "Eww! No way!" So I say "Applebee's is fine." It's not that I hate it, it's just nondescript. There's really no reason to eat there. I did want to try some of the stuff Tyler Florence makes there but I wasn't in the mood for any of it.
Once we were there, he left the table twice!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?! The first time, there was silence for at least 2 minutes. That is a long time to be silent. We were both perusing the menu, then she asked what I was going to get and I said I'm not sure and she said, me either, then more silence. He finally returned. We ordered, then he left again to go call one of his friends to tell him we would meet him at the club after we dropped his mom off. This time we sat in silence until I asked what she was cooking for Thanksgiving. That was good, then more silence. SO AWKWARD!!!!
We ate. No one was very impressed with it, then we dropped of his mom and rode around for a while. Then we went to Wynel's house. I put in Robin Thicke and sat on his lap and listened and talked while Wynel did her hair. I started to fall asleep and he kept waking me up. It was around midnight and I had been up for 24 hours by this point. Wynel left the house to us. "2 the Sky" came on and it was a wrap! That song is faaaaaaaaabulous. We were asleep within the hour.
The next day, Wynel and I went to her boyfriend's aunt's house for Thanksgiving dinner. It was so yummy. The dressing was offffff the chaiiiiiiiiiiin!! Mmmmmm-MMMMMMMMM! Lol. Then we went to her cousin's house for dinner. Ate more. Here the ham was the bomb. They also had she-crab soup. I wanted to try it but I was too full. I fit right in immediately. As soon as I walked in the door, Wynel's uncle said, "Jameil you gotta be more careful about the company you keep. You can come back anytime, and you don't have to come with Wynel, because if you do, we'll never see you again." Hahahaha. Then he says, "Also, there's a cover charge, you just give the money to me." I said, "Yeah, Wynel said she'll take care of me." He was like, "Naw, that ain't how it work." Hahahahahahahahaha. Just like home. Most of her cousins were around our age so we had a good time. We watched "Lackawanna Blues" (GREAT MOVIE), then "Grey's Anatomy." Man that show is great. Can't wait for this week. The last day of sweeps, too? It's gonna be off the chain.
Then we went to Wynel's college roommate's house. Her dad is a chef. He made some bangin gumbo!! I saw her adorable baby and we watched some more tv and caught up. Then we went back to Wynel's house. I talked to the bf for a little while, then went to sleep. The next day we woke up, ate, talked about our career goals (she was also in the Scripps Howard School of Journalism and Communications with me and the bf), then got ready to head to the airport.
So that's it. Are you happy now?
What I'm thankful for (in no particular order):
* Benefits!
* Going to the dentist today and having no cavities for the 24 year or however long I've had teeth
* Being able to fly where I want when I want
* My family
* The blog la familia
* Stacey, Ashli and the entire Hampton crew
* Life, health and strength
* Food (I love food!!)
* The bf
* Daddy-Daughter Day
Love you guys!
11.28.2006
Thanksgiving Post.... Is coming....
soon. I promise. I just don't feel like it right now. Wise tells me its that "damn my ordinary life sucks so much more than my vacation life" syndrome. That's why it always takes me days or weeks to recap.
I just don't really have the patience to sit down and do it at this point. I also bought a hilarious book called Maneater, very trashy novel, but makes me giggle. Want to know what else makes me giggle? My latest post about wedding day hoochies on the Record Dish. Hahahahaha.
I just don't really have the patience to sit down and do it at this point. I also bought a hilarious book called Maneater, very trashy novel, but makes me giggle. Want to know what else makes me giggle? My latest post about wedding day hoochies on the Record Dish. Hahahahaha.
11.26.2006
Music Mindspacing
The Rules:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.
Opening Credits: "San Francisco" Second Hand Jive" Some randomness that was on my dad's computer and got automatically added to my computer. I don't even know what this song is about other than the title. Boooooooooooooo.
Waking Up: "Greatest Show on Earth" Andre 3000 f/Macy Gray from the Idlewild, Hmm... I'm not sure what this means.
First Day At School: "We Major" Kanye West f/Nas Ha. I was always rather well-known throughout school from kindergarten to senior year in college. I'm that I'll social butterfly.
Falling In Love: "India Song" India Arie. Don't know what this song is about either. Let's have a listen. "Go where the wind calls my name. Calling India, India, India." Want to be free I guess.
Fight Song: "U Know What's Up" Donell Jones... hahahahaha! Yeah foo'!
Breaking Up: "Vamos Nenas" Cordero... another one of those songs that automatically got put on my cd. I don't even speak Spanish. Go something. I heard "Andale Muchacha" so I'm guessing that means BE OUT DOG!!! Which is appropriate. I'm quick to cut people off when the relationship ends.
Prom: "Trouble" Jay-Z Hmmm... really? No, not really. Prom was very laid back for me. Oh wait! My grandmother was still making my dress when my date got there. Yeah... not fun.
Life is Good: "Freaken' U" Donell Jones... kind of a laid back party song. I can get with that.
Mental Breakdown: "Essaywhuman?!!!!(Organix Version)" The Roots.. a little disjointed and doing whatever I want. When I'm breaking down, I still usually make a good deal of sense and can talk me out of the craziest of ideas.
Driving: "Make Love Tonight" Trey Songz... Probably not.
Flashback: "Y'all Know Who" The Roots... probably a flashback for someone, but not me. I just bought this cd a couple of months ago. The Roots didn't really make it into my rotation until the last couple of months.
Getting Back Together: "Paper Chase" Jay-Z... wow... hilarious... but inaccurate again. Never about money. *HEY SHUFFLE! GET IT TOGETHER!! YOU'VE BEEN HIDEOUSLY WRONG!!*
Wedding: "Say Yes" 112... ahhhh nice. And I will be saying yes over and over and over again. Hahahahahaha.
Birth of Child: "Don't Leave" Donell Jones... but is Donell Jones really the soundtrack to my life? I always think people are going to die soon and am notorious for telling people they can't die, so I guess that could be it. But let's hope I'm not thinking that first and foremost when I have my child.
Final Battle: "I Belong to You (Everytime I Close My Eyes)" Rome. Huh? Daddy's 90s R&B mix. Clearly this annoying song should NOT be in my ipod. As should several others. Madam! How do I delete stuff from my ipod?
Funeral Song: "Stay" Ne-Yo f/Peedi Peedi... makes sense. The world will scream that when I die. Hahahahahah
End Credits: "Intro" Outkast (Idlewild) Well... every ending is the beginning of something else.
**Musical Shares
1. How does the world see me? "Roses" Kanye West... Persistent? Obstinate? Questions authority and life? Love family? Loyal?
2. Will I have a happy life? "Chain of Fools" Aretha Franklin... oh great. Did I tell you stupid people are one of my pet peeves? I have no patience for the foolish.
3. What do my friends really think of me? "Family Business" The Fugees... Don't know what this one is abt either. Let me take a listen... umm... they think I'm in a gang? Or that I'm hard core and I don't play?
4. Do people secretly lust after me? "Our Love" Mary J Blige. I guess that means they all love me. Much better. Lust fades.
5. How can I make myself happy? "Know That" Mos Def... Listen to self, do what's best for me.
6. What should I do with my life? "Racism" Janet Jackson... "To a world of secret Racism, get well soon" That's the whole song. Janet is one odd bird, that one. Wow. I've always wanted to do something that impacts the lives of Black folk. Documentaries about seemingly ordinary Black people. I would love that.
7. What is some good advice for me? "Intro" Big Boi... he just says Speakerboxxx over and over again. I guess that means I want to be heard.
8. How will I be remembered? "Nobody's Supposed to Be Here" Deborah Cox... I'm going to assume that I'm going to be breaking down barriers.
9. What is my signature dancing song? "Crack Music" Kanye West... I guess he's the other soundtrack to my life. Has a good beat but it's not Lil John and doesn't have the gangstaness or nostalgia associated w/Missy's "Under Construction."
10. What do I think my current theme song is? "See Saw" Aretha Franklin. Unstable? I'm only 24. I'll take that. I've never heard this song before. Another cd I snatched from Daddy for the collection w/o listening. This one is kinda hot, though.
11. What does everyone else think my current theme song is? "In the Middle" Trey Songz... All about love?
12. What song will play at my funeral? "Flip Flop Rock" Big Boi f/Killer Mike, Jay-Z... know what? I might take that just b/c its the ill collabo. The beat is hot. But I'm sure there will be school chiddlers there and it will be in a church so the cursing isn't really appropriate.
13. What type of women (men, since I'm a woman) do I like? "Who" Raheem DeVaughn.. leading by example. I like it. Community awareness.
14. What is my day going to be like? "The Love Experience" Raheem DeVaughn. Awwww. That's nice.
This was much more fun when I could use it just to make fun of X. Lololol. The next 5 songs in the shuffle? "Thank You" Raheem Devaughn, "Its Alright" Jay-Z, "Until the End of Time" Justin Timberlake, "Babymother" Musiq (yikes! glad that one didn't come up! I don't want to be anybody's baby mama. NO baby mama drama for me, thanks!), "Umi Says" Mos Def... oh buddy! I would've been crunk if this one had come up.
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.
Opening Credits: "San Francisco" Second Hand Jive" Some randomness that was on my dad's computer and got automatically added to my computer. I don't even know what this song is about other than the title. Boooooooooooooo.
Waking Up: "Greatest Show on Earth" Andre 3000 f/Macy Gray from the Idlewild, Hmm... I'm not sure what this means.
First Day At School: "We Major" Kanye West f/Nas Ha. I was always rather well-known throughout school from kindergarten to senior year in college. I'm that I'll social butterfly.
Falling In Love: "India Song" India Arie. Don't know what this song is about either. Let's have a listen. "Go where the wind calls my name. Calling India, India, India." Want to be free I guess.
Fight Song: "U Know What's Up" Donell Jones... hahahahaha! Yeah foo'!
Breaking Up: "Vamos Nenas" Cordero... another one of those songs that automatically got put on my cd. I don't even speak Spanish. Go something. I heard "Andale Muchacha" so I'm guessing that means BE OUT DOG!!! Which is appropriate. I'm quick to cut people off when the relationship ends.
Prom: "Trouble" Jay-Z Hmmm... really? No, not really. Prom was very laid back for me. Oh wait! My grandmother was still making my dress when my date got there. Yeah... not fun.
Life is Good: "Freaken' U" Donell Jones... kind of a laid back party song. I can get with that.
Mental Breakdown: "Essaywhuman?!!!!(Organix Version)" The Roots.. a little disjointed and doing whatever I want. When I'm breaking down, I still usually make a good deal of sense and can talk me out of the craziest of ideas.
Driving: "Make Love Tonight" Trey Songz... Probably not.
Flashback: "Y'all Know Who" The Roots... probably a flashback for someone, but not me. I just bought this cd a couple of months ago. The Roots didn't really make it into my rotation until the last couple of months.
Getting Back Together: "Paper Chase" Jay-Z... wow... hilarious... but inaccurate again. Never about money. *HEY SHUFFLE! GET IT TOGETHER!! YOU'VE BEEN HIDEOUSLY WRONG!!*
Wedding: "Say Yes" 112... ahhhh nice. And I will be saying yes over and over and over again. Hahahahahaha.
Birth of Child: "Don't Leave" Donell Jones... but is Donell Jones really the soundtrack to my life? I always think people are going to die soon and am notorious for telling people they can't die, so I guess that could be it. But let's hope I'm not thinking that first and foremost when I have my child.
Final Battle: "I Belong to You (Everytime I Close My Eyes)" Rome. Huh? Daddy's 90s R&B mix. Clearly this annoying song should NOT be in my ipod. As should several others. Madam! How do I delete stuff from my ipod?
Funeral Song: "Stay" Ne-Yo f/Peedi Peedi... makes sense. The world will scream that when I die. Hahahahahah
End Credits: "Intro" Outkast (Idlewild) Well... every ending is the beginning of something else.
**Musical Shares
1. How does the world see me? "Roses" Kanye West... Persistent? Obstinate? Questions authority and life? Love family? Loyal?
2. Will I have a happy life? "Chain of Fools" Aretha Franklin... oh great. Did I tell you stupid people are one of my pet peeves? I have no patience for the foolish.
3. What do my friends really think of me? "Family Business" The Fugees... Don't know what this one is abt either. Let me take a listen... umm... they think I'm in a gang? Or that I'm hard core and I don't play?
4. Do people secretly lust after me? "Our Love" Mary J Blige. I guess that means they all love me. Much better. Lust fades.
5. How can I make myself happy? "Know That" Mos Def... Listen to self, do what's best for me.
6. What should I do with my life? "Racism" Janet Jackson... "To a world of secret Racism, get well soon" That's the whole song. Janet is one odd bird, that one. Wow. I've always wanted to do something that impacts the lives of Black folk. Documentaries about seemingly ordinary Black people. I would love that.
7. What is some good advice for me? "Intro" Big Boi... he just says Speakerboxxx over and over again. I guess that means I want to be heard.
8. How will I be remembered? "Nobody's Supposed to Be Here" Deborah Cox... I'm going to assume that I'm going to be breaking down barriers.
9. What is my signature dancing song? "Crack Music" Kanye West... I guess he's the other soundtrack to my life. Has a good beat but it's not Lil John and doesn't have the gangstaness or nostalgia associated w/Missy's "Under Construction."
10. What do I think my current theme song is? "See Saw" Aretha Franklin. Unstable? I'm only 24. I'll take that. I've never heard this song before. Another cd I snatched from Daddy for the collection w/o listening. This one is kinda hot, though.
11. What does everyone else think my current theme song is? "In the Middle" Trey Songz... All about love?
12. What song will play at my funeral? "Flip Flop Rock" Big Boi f/Killer Mike, Jay-Z... know what? I might take that just b/c its the ill collabo. The beat is hot. But I'm sure there will be school chiddlers there and it will be in a church so the cursing isn't really appropriate.
13. What type of women (men, since I'm a woman) do I like? "Who" Raheem DeVaughn.. leading by example. I like it. Community awareness.
14. What is my day going to be like? "The Love Experience" Raheem DeVaughn. Awwww. That's nice.
This was much more fun when I could use it just to make fun of X. Lololol. The next 5 songs in the shuffle? "Thank You" Raheem Devaughn, "Its Alright" Jay-Z, "Until the End of Time" Justin Timberlake, "Babymother" Musiq (yikes! glad that one didn't come up! I don't want to be anybody's baby mama. NO baby mama drama for me, thanks!), "Umi Says" Mos Def... oh buddy! I would've been crunk if this one had come up.
11.18.2006
Thanksgiving... Less bah and looking up!
The Thanksgiving outlook is improved just a few days since I re-iterated the plan. Since Ashli essentially told me to suck it up and quit whining, I bought my ticket to Virginia for much cheaper than it was originally listed. Originally listed at $292, I bought mine for $177. See airlines? I will not allow thee to steal all my money from me. Unfortunately, I will be flying Northwest which I hate b/c no matter where you go in the nation, you have to fly to Detroit first. WTF Northwest? That can't be cost efficient. Instead of flying me direct to Hartford or Norfolk, it makes more sense to fly me to Detroit, THEN to my final destination? I'm going with no. Stop being stupid.
Anyway. Back to Detroit Wayne I go. I have about an hour and a 1/2 layover so I'm going to try to set up an appointment for a pedicure and try to relax since when I get off the plane...
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I'm meeting the bf's mother for the first time. I'M SO NERVOUS!! I don't know what to wear. Come on guys!! You knew that would be one of the first things I would think. So I'm trying to figure out what to wear right? I looked at the feng shui fashion guide just because it was on AOL's front page. I would like to let the author know she was NO HELP!! Thanks for nothing Stephanie!
An excerpt:
"Pink – Soothing and nurturing, pink is a great color for putting people at ease. This color also dissipates anger, so it’s a great choice when you want to kiss and make up. Avoid pink if you want to be seen as decisive and bold, however, as it conveys softness.
Brown – Whenever you feel scared or insecure, wear brown. This grounding color has an effect that is most comforting. Wear it when you want others to put their faith in you. Avoid brown, however, when you are in a rut or dealing with stubborn people.
White – Nothing inspires trust like the color white. Wear this color when you want to appear detailed, efficient and faultless. Keep away from white when you want to convey a relaxed, easygoing image. White can also promote anxiety, so use it carefully."
Erm... so are you saying I should go naked? Because obviously while each color has some redeeming qualities, if I'm feeling the slightest bit unsure (which HELLO I will likely be b/c I'm meeting mom!!), then I will spiral rapidly into a quagmire of depression never to resurface. And THEN what would his mom think of me? She would tell him to get far, far away from that psycho girl! And that would be no good!
*Deep breath and soothing thoughts* I'll be staying at my homie Wynel's house which she offered to me and the bf for a date night on Wednesday. How sweet is she? She actually was a part of the bf and me meeting freshman year. At least that's what I think. We were friends for so long before we became more that I don't even know how we met, let alone when, other than it was freshman year.
I have no idea what Wynel and I will be doing on Thanksgiving day but I'm sure we'll have fun... I'll let you know how it goes!
Anyway. Back to Detroit Wayne I go. I have about an hour and a 1/2 layover so I'm going to try to set up an appointment for a pedicure and try to relax since when I get off the plane...
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I'm meeting the bf's mother for the first time. I'M SO NERVOUS!! I don't know what to wear. Come on guys!! You knew that would be one of the first things I would think. So I'm trying to figure out what to wear right? I looked at the feng shui fashion guide just because it was on AOL's front page. I would like to let the author know she was NO HELP!! Thanks for nothing Stephanie!
An excerpt:
"Pink – Soothing and nurturing, pink is a great color for putting people at ease. This color also dissipates anger, so it’s a great choice when you want to kiss and make up. Avoid pink if you want to be seen as decisive and bold, however, as it conveys softness.
Brown – Whenever you feel scared or insecure, wear brown. This grounding color has an effect that is most comforting. Wear it when you want others to put their faith in you. Avoid brown, however, when you are in a rut or dealing with stubborn people.
White – Nothing inspires trust like the color white. Wear this color when you want to appear detailed, efficient and faultless. Keep away from white when you want to convey a relaxed, easygoing image. White can also promote anxiety, so use it carefully."
Erm... so are you saying I should go naked? Because obviously while each color has some redeeming qualities, if I'm feeling the slightest bit unsure (which HELLO I will likely be b/c I'm meeting mom!!), then I will spiral rapidly into a quagmire of depression never to resurface. And THEN what would his mom think of me? She would tell him to get far, far away from that psycho girl! And that would be no good!
*Deep breath and soothing thoughts* I'll be staying at my homie Wynel's house which she offered to me and the bf for a date night on Wednesday. How sweet is she? She actually was a part of the bf and me meeting freshman year. At least that's what I think. We were friends for so long before we became more that I don't even know how we met, let alone when, other than it was freshman year.
I have no idea what Wynel and I will be doing on Thanksgiving day but I'm sure we'll have fun... I'll let you know how it goes!
11.15.2006
Thanksgiving... Bah!
The Plan is still on. So you don't have to wade through the Mindspace-ness of that blog unless you want to, here's the part you need to know.
Back in Charlotte, we'd go to one of my aunt's houses, then to the movies. My cousins would bring their boyfriends. We always had a great time and of course lots of good food. We would also house hop. My friend Laurie's mom made the best mac and cheese and broccoli rice casserole. Her turkey was never dry. Then she started getting fried turkey and everything was really, really good!
After those great memories, understand why Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh, or anywhere but Charlotte isn't really what I want to do? I know I'm being bratty, but I really don't care. Hahahaha. The moral of this story? Thanksgiving... BAH!
"Did I tell you I'm boycotting all holidays? All of them. I worked Christmas EveSo there it is. NO THANKSGIVING! This is the most important holiday injunction of all. While I may not boycott all the rest (I was very upset that day because I had worked and worked and worked during the holidays. So sad.), Thanksgiving is definitely on the chopping block. Remember how I said I might be going to Norfolk for Thanksgiving to hang with my college homie and the bf? Well my I hate Thanksgiving gene kicked in hard. I don't wanna go nowhere or do nothing! HMPH! So much so that I left my English lessons at home.
& Day and New Year's Eve and Day. The first holiday under my injunction
was Thanksgiving. I really do not get the big deal. It made me know that I
will NOT be cooking for a holiday ever again until there are at least 5
people to eat all that ish. I'm either ordering or going to someone's house. I
can't do it. I can't look at the left-overs and I don't like turkey."
*Jameil, January 2, 2006
Back in Charlotte, we'd go to one of my aunt's houses, then to the movies. My cousins would bring their boyfriends. We always had a great time and of course lots of good food. We would also house hop. My friend Laurie's mom made the best mac and cheese and broccoli rice casserole. Her turkey was never dry. Then she started getting fried turkey and everything was really, really good!
After those great memories, understand why Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh, or anywhere but Charlotte isn't really what I want to do? I know I'm being bratty, but I really don't care. Hahahaha. The moral of this story? Thanksgiving... BAH!
11.09.2006
Too Anti-Social For the Gym
Sigh. I think that's me. Even before I had a boyfriend, I hated being stalked at the gym. I've never really had to workout to maintain my weight, but these night hours are killing my diet (I don't mean diet in the sense of 2 crackers, 3 carrots and a lettuce leaf. I mean diet as in what you eat.) and my cute shape. I wake up in the middle of the night (945pm, 1145pm or 245am, depending on what time I have to be there), grab some fast food, eat out of the machines and sit down for 9 to 12 hours a day. See what I mean? I'm not overweight, but I know I've picked up a couple of pounds. I also know I have to eat better.
But perhaps I should go back a little. I hate running. Hate it. Even if I'm being chased, instead of being caught, I'll just give up because I know there's no way in hell I can run faster than you. I gave up sports after softball from ages 6 to 9 because my younger sister was better than me. We also took gymnastics, not on the Ashli level, but little kid stuff like forward rolls and walking across the balance beam. She was better than me at that, too. We also took tap, jazz and ballet, again better than me, but I liked it so I didn't really mind as much. I was the first person in our class to do a toe stand so I was very excited about that! :D I tried to show you a pic but everything came up but a tap toe stand. Its the move where you stand on your toes in your tap shoes.
Anyway sophomore year at Hampton, the student center opened, with a gym inside. My friends and I decided we would start working out. At first I rebelled, but then kind of started to like it. I fell in love with the elliptical machines. I also loved my hap ki do class taught by a set of twins. So fun. Sometimes I would even let CC drag me to the track. But like I said, I hate running. And she would make fun of how I run. Hater.
Anytime we'd go to the gym outside of my normal 7pm time, some jerk of a guy would come up to one or several of us and ask if we needed some help with the equipment. Mind you, these weren't the regulars because we all had a head nod relationship. We actually would wave and say hi outside of the gym even though we didn't know each others' names. No, the regulars know you don't need any help. It was these losers who were trying to get back in shape for something and wanted to show off. ACTUALLY I'm in here far more than you, so maybe I can help YOU out with something. OOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Yesterday, I went to work out. Everything was cool. I'm on my elliptical, of course guys are looking, no biggie. But this one guy makes eye contact for 1/2 a second, then decides he will stare me down until I speak to him. After I got off the elliptical, I went upstairs to the indoor track to do a couple of laps and stretch. Do you know when I was coming down the steps, this negro stopped at the bottom and stared at me?!?!?! What are you doing?! Can I work out w/o being accosted?! Is that so much to ask? Ridiculous. The bf was like, but you're pretty and the gym is like a club, you go to meet people. It's to be expected. Oh hell no. I don't EXPECT to be bothered while I'm working out!!!
Today I went and I'm already getting a little bored with my workout. I still haven't heard from this alleged personal trainer I'm supposed to get a free session with for signing up. I wish Madam were here and that she would hurry up and finish her new blog!!! Lolol. I thought that as I was working out today. Bally's does NOT want to get on my list because I WILL call a manager and send a note to corporate and whatever other thing I need to do to let them know I'm not happy with the service I'm paying for!!
You know how I have notoriously bad food service right? Well after one trip to Mad Mex, I filled out the comment card and got a free meal coupon. Did the same with Wendy's and got two. All I'm asking is for you to perform the service I'm paying you to do! Is that so hard? I don't think so but maybe I'm crazy.
On today's gym trip I saw the woman I want to be when I grow up. Beautiful black woman with the smoothest skin. She could be anywhere from 33 to 53. I had no clue what age she was. That's hot. I also saw a girl who could be my workout partner. I need one if I'm going to keep working out. This going by myself and having to beat the dudes off with a stick is no fun. I know that sounded incredibly vain but if you're a woman and have ever been to the gym, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Bally's needs to step its game up. I've now been to the gym 3xs this week... aren't you proud? :D
But perhaps I should go back a little. I hate running. Hate it. Even if I'm being chased, instead of being caught, I'll just give up because I know there's no way in hell I can run faster than you. I gave up sports after softball from ages 6 to 9 because my younger sister was better than me. We also took gymnastics, not on the Ashli level, but little kid stuff like forward rolls and walking across the balance beam. She was better than me at that, too. We also took tap, jazz and ballet, again better than me, but I liked it so I didn't really mind as much. I was the first person in our class to do a toe stand so I was very excited about that! :D I tried to show you a pic but everything came up but a tap toe stand. Its the move where you stand on your toes in your tap shoes.
Anyway sophomore year at Hampton, the student center opened, with a gym inside. My friends and I decided we would start working out. At first I rebelled, but then kind of started to like it. I fell in love with the elliptical machines. I also loved my hap ki do class taught by a set of twins. So fun. Sometimes I would even let CC drag me to the track. But like I said, I hate running. And she would make fun of how I run. Hater.
Anytime we'd go to the gym outside of my normal 7pm time, some jerk of a guy would come up to one or several of us and ask if we needed some help with the equipment. Mind you, these weren't the regulars because we all had a head nod relationship. We actually would wave and say hi outside of the gym even though we didn't know each others' names. No, the regulars know you don't need any help. It was these losers who were trying to get back in shape for something and wanted to show off. ACTUALLY I'm in here far more than you, so maybe I can help YOU out with something. OOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Yesterday, I went to work out. Everything was cool. I'm on my elliptical, of course guys are looking, no biggie. But this one guy makes eye contact for 1/2 a second, then decides he will stare me down until I speak to him. After I got off the elliptical, I went upstairs to the indoor track to do a couple of laps and stretch. Do you know when I was coming down the steps, this negro stopped at the bottom and stared at me?!?!?! What are you doing?! Can I work out w/o being accosted?! Is that so much to ask? Ridiculous. The bf was like, but you're pretty and the gym is like a club, you go to meet people. It's to be expected. Oh hell no. I don't EXPECT to be bothered while I'm working out!!!
Today I went and I'm already getting a little bored with my workout. I still haven't heard from this alleged personal trainer I'm supposed to get a free session with for signing up. I wish Madam were here and that she would hurry up and finish her new blog!!! Lolol. I thought that as I was working out today. Bally's does NOT want to get on my list because I WILL call a manager and send a note to corporate and whatever other thing I need to do to let them know I'm not happy with the service I'm paying for!!
You know how I have notoriously bad food service right? Well after one trip to Mad Mex, I filled out the comment card and got a free meal coupon. Did the same with Wendy's and got two. All I'm asking is for you to perform the service I'm paying you to do! Is that so hard? I don't think so but maybe I'm crazy.
On today's gym trip I saw the woman I want to be when I grow up. Beautiful black woman with the smoothest skin. She could be anywhere from 33 to 53. I had no clue what age she was. That's hot. I also saw a girl who could be my workout partner. I need one if I'm going to keep working out. This going by myself and having to beat the dudes off with a stick is no fun. I know that sounded incredibly vain but if you're a woman and have ever been to the gym, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Bally's needs to step its game up. I've now been to the gym 3xs this week... aren't you proud? :D
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