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I'm chilling!!!!
At
this very moment, listening to the raindrops dance on the cars outside my window
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| Moment of Clarity ... |
| 01.23.05 (5:41 am) [edit] |
It's cold as .... cold outside.
BLECH!!!!
I have to go to Kroger...need some vittles for Sunday Dinner. Back to finish my thought in a minute or 30.
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| Now I remember ... I forgot ... |
| 01.22.05 (7:45 pm) [edit] |
My mind has started doing the strangest things lately. 1st of all - it's working! hee hee ... Seriously though, in an effort to conserve space I guess ... my mind has taken it upon itself to rewrite or flat out erase memories.
For example, there are a couple of dudes from my past with whom I no longer deal.
But, I have little to no recollection as to why I no longer deal with them besides the thought [i]"well, I must not be dealing with them for a reason...I don't disconnect from people on GP"[/i].
As you can imagine - this gets a little old, especially in light of their seemingly collective "Get Back" attempts. You see when a brotha is in "Get Back" mode - he does all the right things, says those keywords that you used to love to hear him say, pays attention to how you look, asks you how the j-o is going, inquires about mom/pops/the fam/friends (even the ones you knew he couldn't stand), compliments you on the "impact" that you had on his life while you were together. Empasizes just how much he regrets how things went down...etc; etc; etc;.
It is during these endless diatribes that a sister tends to get a lil [i]fuzzy[/i] on the details. At these times, it would be nice for the mind to trigger the "spidey sense". Not happening for the kid ...
But luckily, one dude in particular (who shall remain nameless -bastid!) who is currently mounting his own "Get Back" campaign, messed around and decided to reminisce about our glorious past, and well ya know ... I know that I forget stuff ... but if things were truly as fuggin' fantastic as this dude said - we wouldn't be ignoring each other's phone calls, right?
As you can prolly tell by now - this post has no real point. Just trynna get shit off my chest ....
Good Night
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| Moving?!?!?! |
| 01.22.05 (6:10 am) [edit] |
It is time to put up or shut up. I've been talking to myself for the last few years about leaving Atlanta.
Now - it seems - is the best time for me to prepare for the move.
Just found out last night - that my friend (the ex-roommate) is going to make the move also.
Now it is time for me to research ... plan and execute ...
Scary ...not really. My problem is not necessarily leaving my friends (I'm only going 3.5 hours away) ... but that [url=http://www.tblog.com/template...]How to Deal[/url] Dude...could (if we don't fuck it up) ... could pose a big heart problem this time next year.
So question is - do I even bother to get close to dude knowing full well that I am going to dip in 12?
He's aware that I am making the move - he will prolly make that decision for me ....
I can't worry about it now - guess I'll just have to let God show me the way.
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| How to Deal? |
| 01.18.05 (3:46 pm) [edit] |
I want to walk the walk with you.
I feel (eyes closed, mind open, heart ready, soul is listening kind of feeling) like you will have a positive affect on me ... and my sons.
I need a man that I can trust, who keeps it real with me, who is not married to/dating/missing/wanting someone else.
I have to feel like you have my back at all times. In public, in private when I am right and especially when I am wrong.
We aren't going to be able to do this thing if you are not ---HERE<----- with me.>
Don't leave me guessing, shaking my head or doubting you ...
If we are to be successful - I have to know in my heart and, most importantly, my mind, that you have my back. I have to feel like you want me in your life - not as an option but a necessity.
I just need to feel you - feeling me.
Don't attack me - ask me.
Never question my motivation - once I tell you what it is. I'm not that deep. When I tell you why - know that is indeed - why.
That's How you deal with me ...
Now can you please give me a cheat sheet, a F.A.Q.'s on How to Deal with you?
How should I react when on the phone, you sound bothered by me - when all I really want is resolution...?
What is the best course of action when you are being unreasonable and inconsiderate?
When you choose to make your negative feelings about me known - do I laugh it off or take it to heart?
Will there ever be time when you'll make the positive feelings known as well?
If you don't want to be bothered with me, right now, today, tomorrow or at all - will you take the time to let me know that?
Please, please, please tell me ... How to Deal with you ...
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| I'm a GEEK |
| 01.12.05 (6:51 pm) [edit] |
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So I just purchased the t-shirt below from [url=http://www.thinkgeek.com]THINKGEEK[/url]
Sometime ago I saw this on someone's website .... I got it immediately and it cracked me up so now I'll have even more reason to laugh at myself in the mirror!
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| Hug Therapy |
| 01.06.05 (4:53 pm) [edit] |
So we are on a little streak of sorts ... My little dude has been less bad at school ...and I think around 6:35 yesterday - I saw my big dude actually ... smile.
I decided to lay down my arms - the belt is fastened neatly in a pair of pants hanging in my closet.
My shoes are lined up haphazardly along the baseboard in my room.
The switch is chilling out side soaking up some much needed rain and I've managed to talk the "Evil Eye" into semi Michael Jordan-esque retirement.
All of the above have been replaced by ... not money or promises of McDonalds or Pizza Hut - no ma'am/sir ...
I have decided simply to HUG them.
Whenever I feel like picking them up and throwing them over the balcony into the bushes - I hug.
Whenever I repeat an instruction to clean/stop/pick up/throw away/get down/sit up/be quiet/shut up/ look at me when I'm talking to you boy ... I hug.
Whenever I feel a serious case of rage boiling through my veins ... I drink Ketel One, chew some Extra! Gum ...and then ... then ... I hiccup...I mean hug.
So far so good ... wait it is 10:03 p.m. on a school night and they are wrestling/yelling/whining instead of sleeping ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh !!!!
I need a hug!
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| So last night... |
| 01.02.05 (5:05 am) [edit] |
I'm minding my own bizness - watching "Eurotrip" wondering why the film was ever made. So I'm watching this crap on tv and suddenly I smell something burning.
I was sitting on my futon facing my fireplace - the smell seemed to be wafting in from there. I tried to ignore it -even did a crotch and underarm sniff (what?) .... it wasn't me.
It seemed to be getting stronger and deserving of my full attention- so I ran into my bedroom grabbed a sweatshirt and pants...stepped into my sneakers and headed downstairs to my front door. Half expecting to see flames and smoke billowing out from the units below me - I mentally inventoried the possessions I would throw outside if I felt time allowed (the smell was that strong!) I opened the door and was greeted by ,not smoke/flames, but by air that was both hazy and malodorous...something was definitely burning - but what?
I walked down to the parking lot headed towards the street. Just then a late model Volvo station wagon pulled up - its' driver, a middle aged woman, rolling down the window. She asked me if I smelled it - I responded that I did. As she parked the wagon, she informed me that she had called 911 a few minutes ago.
(Great - I wasn't crazy and it definitely wasn't me!)
About 30 seconds went by when, through the leaf-less trees, we saw the fire truck headed - quietly - toward us. (I love living here!).
The fire truck pulls up to the end of the driveway - and a hottie firedude hops down.[i] Muscles rippling through his tight blue firedude t-shirt. The big baggy yellow pants leave much to the imagination. He tipped his big, hard hat in my direction - and gazed "wantingly" into my eyes. His hose - strapped securely on the big long truck was flacid - yet I couldn't help imagining him whipping it around as it swelled with water... He said to me ... Excuse me if this is too forward - after we find what's burning out here ..why don't you and I go inside and start a little fire of our own?[/i] Whooops ... um...er...clears throat ...uh ...
So anywho, fire truck pulls up, and a fireman asks the Volvo lady what she wanted ...they perused the neigborhood searching for the source of the smell.
By this time, another neighbor had joined us in the parking lot... with him he brought his own interpretation of the stench. Apparently, yesterday he smelled something that smelled like BBQ only different ... I recalled that yesterday it did indeed smell but to me it was more like warm trash. I'd just assumed because of the holiday - the community trash had yet to be collected.
Now with this guy and the Volvo lady - I was convinced that we had a corpse rotting in the area somewhere and that someone was burning it to conceal evidence of a crime. Satisfied that this was indeed the case - I bid my neighbors adieu and headed back inside.
What happened next is the reason why I am adding this blog entry.
So once inside - with the 'eurotrip' credits gratefully scrolling up my television. I fired up 'Old Unreliable' aka the laptop ...googled and 'felt lucky' Dekalb Fire (really wanted to know just how close to the fire station we live)..Lo and behold, I was introduced to something I had long forgotten about ... the streaming police/fire scanner sites. [url=http://audio.scandekalb.com/p...]Scandekalb[/url]. Needless to say - I'm addicted! Even now, as I type this I am marveling at all of the activity early this morning.... I've only been listening for about 45 minutes and I've already heard 3 calls for shots fired , chest pains, a seizure, at least 10 traffic stops and 2 residential alarms and just now - a mattress in the far left lane on I285 near Bouldercrest!
I'm half tempted to pick up my phone and dial up an emergency just so I can hear how quickly my call comes across... I said HALF tempted ... I wouldn't tie up emergency resources for my amusement. Nope, instead I'm going to bookmark this site - and wait ... surely, if my "burning to conceal a crime" theory is correct. There'll be a call going out soon and when it does - I'll be listening ....
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| By any other name ... |
| 01.01.05 (4:56 pm) [edit] |
1st let me say that I am incredibly saddened by the unfathomable tragedy and suffering that is the reality of millions in SouthEast Asia. I can't even imagine ...can't even imagine ...
That being said ...
I've pretty much immersed myself totally in the news coverage of this story. Attempting to gain some perspective on the whole thing. I've read articles on all the major's websites ... one thing strikes me as weird ... just a random observation. Nothing too brilliant or enlightening ... you can stop reading now ... really i don't want to disappoint you ...go away!
For whatever reason, in each of the articles that I've read online - the author of said article feels the need to let the readers know that their interviewee goes by only one name. [b]TOLD you it was nothing!![/b]
I dunno ...my brain works funny ... I just notice things like this ...
In any case, it seems to only be the American press who engage in this practice - wonder why!
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| More of the Same |
| 12.30.04 (6:54 pm) [edit] |
Question is ... will I be sitting here on New Year's Eve eve 2005...wishing I'd done more..
I've completely wasted this past year of my life - as per usual - I talk the talk ...but when it comes to walking the walking ...I'm under my bed looking for a clean pair of socks.
Also, I've never been a resolver ...as i lack the resolve to resolve ... in other words - I lack follow through - that sticktoit-ness!
If I decided to ... no ... I if DID what is on my mind, and in my heart - how would that affect my boys?
I've operated in the mindset that I need to be the stable rock solid influence in their life. Trynna make up for the lack of father figure ... but somewhere in the shuffle - I ignored that nagging lil bi'atch named Kendall! I've put off what I want to do because I didn't want to take any time, energy, or money from them.
The result - I am pretty much miserable, frustrated, easily aggravated and broke.
In the midst of trynna be what I thought was best for all -
I lost sight of the truth ... which is - my health and happiness are integral parts of my maintaining a strong successful familial unit.
Just random thoughts as I sit here putting the finishing touches on a website that I've created for a friend of mine who has oodles of "justdothadamnthing" a.k.a. motivation/follow through!
*SIGH*
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| Butterflies |
| 12.25.04 (7:00 pm) [edit] |
Everytime I talk to you - my stomach does flips. I envision what you must look like on the other end of the phone. Doing so is a bit challenging as I haven't had much time to memorize your face - yet!
It's in your voice, the words you use, the questions you ask - the answers you pull out of me ...
We spoke of intimidation and desire... trust and communication.
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| maybe i need to take a chapter |
| 12.25.04 (4:57 am) [edit] |
from this guys' book!
[i]HOUSTON, Texas (AP) -- -- The kids were naughty, Dad put the presents on eBay instead of under the tree -- and Mom's been crying ever since.
Now, even the tree's down.
Saturday morning was sure not to be very jolly for three brothers -- 9, 11 and 15 -- who didn't straighten up when their father told them Santa wasn't too please with their fighting, cuss words and obscene gestures.
Dad and Mom had warned their sons that the Nintendo DS video system -- and the three games that go with it -- were headed for the auction block if they didn't get their act together.
"No kidding. Three undeserving boys have crossed the line. Tonight we sat down and showed them what they WILL NOT get for Christmas this year. I'll be taking the tree down tomorrow," the man announced in his eBay posting.
"If you don't buy them, we'll return them to the store," the seller known online as magumbo--2000 reported on the site.
Thursday night, the auction wound down with bidding at $465.01 -- below the price the man had set. He said he would probably list the items again.
A single day of particularly bad behavior set the Christmas crackdown in motion.
"These are normally really good kids," said Dad, who asked the Houston Chronicle not to reveal his name.
Naugty kids forewarned
Dad even admits he and Mom are partly to blame for being too lax at times.
But enough was enough. The warning of an impending sale came earlier in the week at a sit-down between offspring and parents.
"We told them they were destroying each other and the calm and peace in the household. It had to stop," said the man, who did tell the paper that he works as an information technology specialist and lives in Pasadena.
The boys pledged to be nice, but were back to their old ways the next morning.
That night, Dad announced that he would indeed be putting $700 in video games up for sale on eBay. The oldest boy double-dared his dad to make good on his word.
Son shouldn't have done that.
Dad said Mom has been in tears since the showdown.
"I don't do it outwardly," he said, "but I'm crying on the inside."[/i]
Why didn't I think of that ...
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| Locked Up |
| 12.24.04 (6:15 pm) [edit] |
Nothing worse than having your 'puter put you on lock just when you realize that you didn't save that document you've beem typing for that last 35 minutes...
fuuuuuuuuuuugggg!
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| Bah Humbug |
| 12.24.04 (5:17 pm) [edit] |
Certainly not the most original of titles but whatever ...
Any whoo ...I'm sitting here hoping that my Latitude D505 (the D standing for DISSHI*KEEPSLOCKINGUP) doesn't freeze and force me to do a hard boot ... I've called Dell 3 times and finally got them to agree to send me another stick of memory. Hopefully - it will work. I need this laptop to function properly as it is the integral part of my grand scheme at the JO. Operation "Pitch the PC"! Sick of my desktop ... and want a new toy!
Not feeling much in the Christmas spirit. [b]YIKES[/b] It almost did it again ...friggin Dell piece of shi* ...gonna throw... stewpid just ridiculous ..oh! It's okay now ...
As I was saying - I'm not in the Christmas spirit at all. There's no tree, no presents, no lights, no fake snow sprayed on the windows, no cards, no bows, no sugar cookies on a plate next to the fireplace. I'm not even watching the 24 hour[i] 'A CHRISTMAS STORY'[/i] marathon on tbs.
The last few months of my single motherhood have been pretty challenging for me ....As I've stated before (have I stated it?) I don't believe that I can do this alone much longer.
First of all, this is not the way God intended parenthood to go anyway!
Secondly, why am I doing it alone? I mean is it because I want to? (HELL NAW) or is it because I have shouldered the responsbility automatically never requesting/demanding any type of assistance?
Thirdly, (is that a word?) - my boys need balance too much mommy and very little daddy ... pisses mommy the fugg off and robs the boys of perspective.
I know that I can't force a man to be a man ... but I feel the urge to at least present the opportunity., right?
So we are definitely parting company this summer - they are NOT going to my parent's house...they are going to the OTHER parent's house ...
I say all of this to say that my kids have really tested my resolve this year. The one thing that I've always been proud of - is their behaviour. If they aren't going to be Nobel Prize winning whatevers at least they will be respectful and kind. Now it seems as if I'm failing at accomplishing ... that.
After putting so much emphasis on this - to hear the teachers tell me that not only are they disruptive (talking during class or having tamptrums) they are discourteous - aaaaaaargh. It's just an awful feeling ...
So in honor of their behav or MISbehaviour this past year - I am giving them exactly what they deserve for Christmas. Absolutely nothing.
Surprisingly enough - it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Especially since - they have been true to current form for the past few days....UGH!
Oooh ..willy Wonka is on ... can't miss that!
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| Coach Spunck |
| 12.13.04 (5:32 pm) [edit] |
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My son's basketball coach's name is Coach Spunck....
SPUNCK ...
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| Diarrhea of the ...MIND |
| 12.12.04 (6:04 pm) [edit] |
It's been a very long time since I put anything about [url=http://www.tblog.com/template...]HIM[/url].
Part of the reason is my sister reads this ... and I told her that I am no longer dealing with him anymore. I want to put her mind at ease...
Part of the reason is because I'm tired of repeating myself over and over again.
Part of the reason is my readers ... I'm actually concerned about what one man that reads this frequently/occassionally may think.
Let's see - we are spending much less time together ... that may seem like progress but honestly, it just means that we cherish the time we spend together more than ever.
He is still in my heart - and I fear he will be there, period.
I know this 'nadaship' will be ending soon ... surely, something has got to give- right?
My question is why hasn't it ... given already.
In any case, I'm exhausted. G'night!
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| Too much sex... |
| 12.12.04 (5:48 pm) [edit] |
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So now that the . has started.
I am officially asexual AND irritated by anyone who brings up the topic (especially after being told - I am cramping dude ...so not in the mood to even think 'penile-y' wait, isn't penile a word used to describe a correctional facility?) BUT I DIGRESS
On the phone tonight with an old friend of mine ...and this dude was informed of my 'condition' but proceeded to try to get a straight answer about why he can't get it again ...just once!
To be honest folks - it has been so long since I had this dude ...I don't even remember the experience. I remember his reaction afterwards (awe) but not mine ....I am completely befuddled.
Knowing me as I do, I can only assume this was either a pestering fugg (his constant begging wore me down), a tie me over fugg (batteries in the B.O.B. died and CB wasn't available), a curiosity fugg (new d*ck is always good to try), or a deadline fugg (. was due to start and feeling especially horned out) ...it had to be a situation .... he is NOT a person I've fantasized about being with ....he's just kewl people ...
I've told him several times that he ain't getting it again ...because:
1) I'm looking for a relationship (hey, this ALWAYS scares them)
2) I'm IN a relationship (what - technically I'm not but HE doesn't know that)
3) I'm just not interested in him that way anymore (bad move - "why I wasn't good/big/thick/long/hard/ etc; for you?")
4) I just don't remember the experience (stupid response - "that's alright - I'll work harder on 'it' this time)
Any advice folks ...how do I stop avoiding his calls, keep him as a guy friend with whom I can consult on all things male but make it clear beyond a shadow that my puss is something he'll never have again?
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| Quick Mental Note to Self |
| 12.12.04 (2:08 pm) [edit] |
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Today is December 12th, 2004.
My last . of 2004 started today. I've decided to switch from the Ring back to the Patch. I 'think' that the Ring is what was causing my horrible migraines - haven't had one since I removed it. So back to el patcho .. I will keep ME posted ....
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| So I'm 31 now... |
| 12.12.04 (10:48 am) [edit] |
Spent the best part of my evening with a group of friends - who in my most humble opinion - went out of their way to make certain that I had a ball on my (twin sister less) birthday! Awesome!
From Wise arriving at my hotel room with 3 pairs of boots, 3 different outfits, and the patience to waste time putting rollers in my head
To Dask… driving all the way from B’ham for me (and TOS) … was this the 1st road trip for the new ride?
To DJB – agreeing to transport us all (and arriving on time) … thanks for not peeling off when you saw all those blue lights heading your way ... I appreciate you looking out for me
To Rhys and Suga – thanks for arriving on time and being the fabulous ladies that you are … Rhys – thanks for the Ketel One and for refraining from headlocking Keith across the table …Suga – your hair is fly…and I wonder if your hairdresser can get mine to look like that should I decide to relax ….hmmmm.
To CSC – you walked in the place like ya owned it – can you teach me how to do that?
Thank you for hanging around – and for that candle …. Yum yum
To Misa – you came through! You came through! And stayed (sp?) longer than you were ‘sposed’ to … that paella was worth the money –eh? I’m just mad that I let it get taken away ..that should have been boxed up!
To Carrington – woo woo …every birthday girl needs a dose of grown man sexy … it was a pleasure ..thanks for being my eye candy ( you know that was you, right?)
To Str8 – thanks for coming through … it was great to lay eyes on you …but um… you seem to have forgotten the grapes and the fan … You get a pass this time
To Keith – now I see why you couldn’t let old girl go – if your relationship is anywhere near as good as how you two look together … you two have struck gold
(why does this blog entry feel like album liner notes? – YIKES!)
To Teddy/SD … ditto for you guys ….not the liner notes …but the looking good- good together thing …Thanks for my drinky drink …sent me over the edge .. must have been the plastic cup …WHOA
To Ivy … looking good in your P. Leather outfit … wudda never known..wudda never known …After battling 1.5 hours in traffic – you still came through …THANK YOU!
To Adub – you have to come earlier next time … it was hilarious seeing you put faces with words … like little flash bulbs going off left and right … thanks for making the stop on the way to Snellville!
I got phone calls/emails from just about everyone to whom I hope that I am important.
One quick little text message received at 2:30 in the morning ... it simply read "You looked good 2nite" ...
and that, ladies and gentlemen, capped my marvelous evening ....
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| Just here |
| 12.05.04 (4:28 am) [edit] |
Yesterday, my oldest son had his 1st basketball game.
So the game was held at [url=http://www.dekalb.public.lib....]Tobie Grant[/url] Rec Center which is located in the Scottsdale area of Dekalb County ... between N. Decatur and Ponce DeLeon.
[i]BACKGROUND[/i]: For the last 3 weeks, 2 days a week - I've been schlepping the boy to practice... I have to admit that I was a bit peeved that I'd paid my money and there were only 6 other boys on his team. I was also a bit perturbed because practice started at 8 PM! Add to the fact that I can't understand half of what the coach says ... He has the Decatur Dialect going on ... What's the Decatur Dialect (DD) you ask?
Take for example, the word "Christmas" ... in DD sounds like "Krima"
"Nothing" sounds like "Nun"
"I don't know" sounds like "I'own no"
"Practice is Wednesday at Eight" is "I'm not sure ...I can never understand what he is saying!!!!!"
SO MY POINT in the beginning - is if the game situation was on par with the practice and what I'd seen from the coach and other parent ...then UGH ...
Turns out that I was pleasantly surprised - naw .. I was BLOWN AWAY!!
The parking lot was full - In the gym, there were bleachers full of folk ... a schedule of games ... there were banners hanging ... people cheering. All in all, a tremendous show of support for the kids. I could tell my son was excited (and nervous - he was chewing on his necklace) ...
I am still less than thrilled with the coach - I have yet to see them do any defensive drills or anything remotely resembling actual plays - this was obvious the team was outscored by their opponent 18 - 0 in the first 2 minutes of the game ... YIKES!
But it is still early and now maybe he will see that he needs to step it up ....
There's a bigger issue here ... I will marinate on it a bit and post about it later on...
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| Weirdness |
| 11.29.04 (2:29 pm) [edit] |
Had the day off ... had to go into work .... found out the following things about my colleagues ...
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My coworkers' AOL screenname contains the word MILF!
My coworker emails pictures of herself to our male clients!
My [b][u]visibly[/u][/b] size 10 coworker confided in me that she has 'ballooned' to 106 pounds
My coworker wears 200 dollar shoes with Kathie Lee Gifford clothes from Wal Mart
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| I. My. Cheating. Beautiful. Champ! |
| 11.28.04 (6:19 pm) [edit] |
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Operation Veggie-Tate is coming to a close ... final thoughts ...
1. I can totally do this hermit thing ...probably not the best thing for the children ...but it most definitely agrees with me.
2. My boys are really good kids - they are truly just testing their limits. I am NOT raising monsters.
3. Married Cheating men suck ass ... not figuratively ..well, I have no real basis to um ...confirm or deny that statement but ... I digress ... I'm still loving HIM but the implausibility of the whole thing is finally wearing on me. I no longer consider his feelings when I make decisions ... say what you want about that ... it matters not to me. I have tired of trying to legitimize (sp?) my feelings.
4. I am a beautiful, intelligent woman ...and I need to get out there and meet my match. There are assholes out there ...someone is probably going to hurt/disappoint me again ... shit happens.
That's not all that I've uncovered this weekend but it is all that I'm going to share right now. I hate that I am censoring myself - I've typed this very same entry over and over hoping that I'd be able to let my thoughts roam freely on my own blog ...but ...um ...nope ... sorry folks!
Man ...did you see that catch by Jerry Porter - from Kerry Collins, 3rd down and long, 52 yards over the shoulder with Champ Bailey breathing down his neck ...swish nothing but..no ..uh ...he caught it!
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| Party. 100. Dudes. |
| 11.27.04 (9:08 am) [edit] |
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Day 3 of Operation Vegetate: Leaving the House! Tomorrow is my lil' dude's 5th birthday - I am only leaving the house long enough to buy decorations for his room and stuff for his birthday partie(S) on Monday. So technically, I'm not really leaving leaving ...just popping out for a bit. Back in time to catch more mind numbing television.
[i]What really happened on Day 3:[/i] Left the house to do as described above actually ended up dropping a C note at Arbor Place Mall in Douglasville GA.... I've been in search of a cream colored mock turtleneck to wear with my suede outfit and my leather boots ... didn't find it so I bought a beige-y turtleneck and a beautiful pink shirt... aaaaaawwwwwww
Also, intended to spend $25 on the birthday boy ... doubled that as he discovered a sale at KB Toy on [url=http://www.techdeck.com/index...]Tech Deck [/url] Dudes ...complete with magnetic skateboards. Also noticed that the men in D-Ville seem to be "all man" ... and quite tasty looking ... will go back soon to confirm ....
Never did get those decorations - I'm going to sneak out in the morning and make a decor run ....
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| Miseducated Tribe |
| 11.26.04 (3:24 pm) [edit] |
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Sitting here on Day 2 of "Operation Vegetate" Today's objective ....watching videos on VH1 Soul
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I miss the Miseducated Lauryn Hill ....With her locs hanging ..the gritty raspy-ness of her verses ... & nbsp; &n bsp; &nb sp; &nbs p; ; & nbsp; &n bsp; &nb sp; &nbs p; ; & nbsp; &n bsp; &nb sp; &nbs p; 
I miss Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed and Phife Dog .... verbal deliveries over vividly syncopated beats .... Tip's smooth voice and Phifes' rapid fire candence .... good stuff ...
I never promised this blog was going to address my deepest, darkest, freakiest moments ALL the time ... sometimes a sista just needs to stop the neurons from firing .... and just be! 8)
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| Collards, Shagging and George |
| 11.25.04 (3:25 pm) [edit] |
My plan worked.
I made up my mind yesterday that I was going to spend Thanksgiving in front of my tv with the boys. There was a close call - but thanks to Mona's husband channeling a raving idiot .... I did it - I DID IT! A fantastic idea on my part - don't quite understand why I haven't done this before ... must consider this again next year
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One downfall to spending alot of time at home is the propensity to notice just how incredibly dirty/dusty/messy/clutter ed/un-NICE my abode is ... craziness! I've managed to collect a bunch of stuff that I have nowhere to store and no desire to throw away. My vacuum cleaner needs an enema - there is an abundance of green shag carpet clogging up its' innards - everytime I turn it on ..it pukes up green dust ...YUCK.
But in the midst of it all, I have discovered the show [url=http://www.sho.com/site/deadl...]Dead Like Me[/url] ... and now I'm regretting the discovery. Season 2 just wrapped up and there is no word on an upcoming season at all. Bites! I'm still waiting for the L Word to resume in February... UGH!
Oh and I managed to put together a half way decent Thanksgiving dinner ...the greens came out good ... yummy!
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| Easy like Sunday Morning |
| 11.21.04 (6:04 am) [edit] |
[i]I wanna be high , so high
I wanna be free to know the things
I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me ...
That's why I'm easy ...easy like Sunday Morning[/i]
[i]Woke this morning with a smile on my face[/i] ...ok ok ... I'll stop ...but I did!
I found out that my son (the elder of the two) has cajunas! Not in the literal sense -well yes literally he does have them, he IS a boy - I digress...The kid has been lacking in the assertiveness department when it comes to his dad.
You'll remember this [url=http://www.tblog.com/template...]post[/url] .. PopUp came to town left town leaving my child in tears? Yeah?
Well PopUp is in town again this weekend. He called yesterday to let us know he was in town and wanted to spend some "quality" time with his son. I communicated as such to the boy to which he responded [i]"Mom, I don't really wanna go with him ... it's too hard to not cry when he leaves - I'm okay talking to him on the phone"[/i] ... Well alrighty then ... I repeated that verbatim to PopUp who most certainly didn't want to take my word for it ...so I gave the boy the phone...
Now this is usually the moment in which the child backs down off of his belief instead choosing to be a loyal follower ... I caught the tail end of the convo something like this [i]"Yessir, I will see you tomorrow before you leave."[/i]. HA!
In an attempt to mask my pride - I tried to convince him to go ... [i]are you sure ..it might not be so bad ...you've talked to him more lately.. maybe you should?[/i] "No. I'm okay" he said ...
Well alright!
They just left to have breakfast together and I am sitting here in my nice comfy bed, curled up with the laptop at peace.
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