Thursday, April 23, 2009

"Dreamer"...Ozzy Osbourne

"Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering will mother earth survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime
After all there's only just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself
Time after time

I'm just a dreamer
I dream my life away
I'm just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days

I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I'm hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those Who will come after us ...
This time

I'm just a dreamer
I dream my life away oh yeah
I'm just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days

Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ
It doesn't really matter much to me
Without each others help there ain't no hope for us
I'm living in a dream of fantasy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

If only we could all just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and biggotry ...
Be gone?

I'm just a dreamer
I dream my life away
I'm just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
I'm just a dreamer
Who's searching for the way
I'm just a dreamer
Dreaming my life away
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah"

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

"Gravel Pit"...Wu-Tang Clan

"...Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!]
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!]
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]..."

FW: Why I was fired...

For the last company picnic, management decided that, due to liability issues, we could have alcohol, but only one (1) drink per person.
I was fired for ordering the cups.

"My Swag"...T.I

"...I'm the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for?
This dope got me geeked up
I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week bruh
These ni**az can't keep up cause they see me in London
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me

Been around the worrrrrld
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the worrrrrld (yo, yo)
They keep callin me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin that they get a shot of me
It's my swaaaaag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool)
(That why e'rybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swaaaaag (for some reason all the real ni**az love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fu*k him, I guess)
Gotta be my swaaaaag..."

The past weekend with IL Buddy in town for the annual poker tourney, was what was expected; full of mischief, kraziness, drinking and fun. I had planned on meeting up with the gang the Friday evening that IL Buddy and others arrived. Although because of mis-communication between WB, IL Buddy and myself it didn’t occur, so I hung out at my place. It was probably a Godsend, since the evening even without going out was drama. In the end, after a conversation with a more than buzzed WB, a conversation with a very drunk IL Buddy and some angry texts from WB, WB called – asking for a place to crash – in fear of Detached Buddy and moreso, because he didn’t want to deal with him.

So- despite the angry texts I had received from WB, I changed the pillowcase, got his bed ready on the couch and stayed up for his late arrival. I found out, after WB arrived about the drama between the others that had occurred and decided that after the evening he had, the fact that he was blitzed and it was late, I couldn’t be mad but felt thankful for not being out.

The next day, I met up w/IL Buddy and AsianKid for some quick drinks in the neighborhood before we headed off. It was good to catch up. Maybe because WB wasn’t around or maybe because IL Buddy was sober, he was himself and it conversation was good. The drinks were quick, since time was short til we were due at the tourney. I had originally accepted the invite for the tourney, since I decided I had played in the 5 previous ones. But after thinking about it and knowing I wasn’t going to make it to the final table, the money would be lost and it could prove to be more costly than what it was worth. No such luck, since after speaking w/ the tourney’s host, I was in – they had counted enough people with me and needed the body (or my money, ha)

I’ve made it to the final table twice in my previous years playing but not this year. Though, I have to say I feel good about how I played, with the exception of one good hand I really should’ve bet more. The tourney started around 5:15 and I managed to stay in the game til a quarter to 11 – most impressive for me! It seemed that everytime I was close to being out, I got lucky and had a good hand – it saved me twice in the game! But alas, I was out, the final table to start and it was time to go out on the town.

I might has well have gone out by myself. It was IL Buddy’s ‘grand idea’ to head back to our old dance/bar from college days, downtown. And though it was fun to be back at the old club, I was way too old and after the first drink we all had together, I don’t think I saw any of them for the rest of the night. So, I ended up making friends w/randoms in the bar and as usual met some interesting (using ‘interesting’ loosely) people. By the end of the night, my feet were hurting and I was ready to jet. Of course, not everyone was gathered and in the chaos of closing time and me getting impatient, I left them at the bar, dancing or whatnot – while I retreated my old self back to my place and bed… ha

"Mercy, Mercy Me"...Marvin Gaye

"Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Where did all the blue sky go?
Poison is the wind that blows
From the north, east, south, and sea
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas
Fish full of mercury
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no..."

Man, it’s hard to keep up with a blog when you’re not a true ‘writer’ and time is limited… ha The past couple of weeks have been mostly fun filled. Although, it wasn’t fun to go to my grandpa’s funeral – it was fun to see the kids! An unexpected and unfortunate way to see the nieces and nephews but no matter, it brought a lot of enjoyment. We headed down south for the visitation on Friday and came back Sat evening, after the funeral – w/the kids. It was sad since my grandpa was my last grandparent but more difficult to see the tears shed from my mom, whom – up until then, I had only seen my mom cry once (not even when her mom passed). One of the most memorable moments was sitting next to my 6 yr old niece at the funeral and when she saw her name in the service bulletin, she announced she was famous, ah – kids, so cute ha. That and on the ride back from the south to my rents – I sat next to Olivia. In the last 10 minutes, my youngest niece (1 yr old) started screaming and the first thing Olivia said, was that that the screaming was definitely something she had to blog about. I love it, my 6 yr old niece can keep up w/her blog better than I, ha.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Double Vision"...Foreigner

"Feeling down 'n' dirty, feeling kinda mean
I've been from one to another extreme
This time I had a good time, ain't got time to wait
I wanna stick around 'till I can't see straight

Fill my eyes with that double vision
No disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me,
it's always new to me
My double vision gets the best of me

Never do more than I, I really need
My mind is racing, but my body's in the lead
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna push it to the limit
I live all of my years in a single minute..."

True Answers...

What kind of shopping do you hate doing most?
All of it!!! (grocery, clothes, etc)

In your opinion, what is your biggest character flaw?
I relate too many things back to myself – not because I’m self centered but in trying to understand the other person better

Cotton Candy; Delicious treat or disgusting mess?
Uh….delicious treat!!!!! Yum….I’ll take it over flowers or chocolates any day!

If you woke up the opposite gender for one day, what would be the biggest downside to that for you?
I probably wouldn’t be able to talk as much as I do… ha ha ha


I'm tired of: working

Maybe I should: be more responsible

I Wish:i was richChocolate is: yummers!

Right now I'm craving: mountain dew

I will always remember: my great, great AuntLove is: dumbToday is: long!

Tomorrow: is my Friday!

"All The Young Dudes"...Ozzy Osbourne

"...Now jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen
He can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
We can love
And my brother's back at home
With his beatles and his stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
It was such a drag, too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is this concrete all around me, or is it in my head?

All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear ya)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to relate to you)
Carry the news..."

FW: A New Community College Course

Spring Classes for Men @ the ADULT LEARNING CENTER


Class 1
How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation. Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 2
The Toilet Paper Roll--Does It Change Itself? Round Table Discussion. Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.

Class 3
Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub?--Group Practice Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor--Pictures and Explanatory Graphics. Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.

Class 5
Dinner Dishes--Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink? Examples on Video. Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning At 7:00 PM

Class 6
Loss Of Identity--Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other. Help Line Support and Support Groups. Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM

Class 7
Learning How To Find Things--Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming. Open Forum Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours.

Class 8
Health Watch--Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health. Graphics and Audio Tapes. Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 9
Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost--Real Life Testimonials. Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined

Class 10
Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks? Driving Simulations. 4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.

Class 11
Learning to Live--Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife. Online Classes and role-playing Tuesdays at 7:00 PM, location to be determined

Class 12
How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques. Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

Class 13
How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy--Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.. Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered. Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

Class 14
The Stove/Oven--What It Is and How It Is Used..Live Demonstration. Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.

Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.

"I'm Bad"...LL Cool J

"...I'm bad
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
(C C C C Cool J J)
(Cool J)
(C C C C C C C Cool J J J J J)

I'm like Tyson icin'
I'm a soldier at war
I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more
Got concrete rhymes been rappin' for ten years and
Even when I'm braggin'
I'm bein' sincere
MC's can't win I make 'em rust like tin
They call me Jaws my hat is like a shark's fin
Because I'm bad as can be got my voice on wax
Some brothers think he's making records now he must have relaxed...."

So the weekend turned out to be fun, minus a couple of incidents. Friday, I skipped the college group gathering had fit in my afternoon nap. And after, was the man hunt w/ CuteK. We didn’t end up meeting til pretty late that night, so I think it took some pressure off the night. We arrived at a jam packed local bar. Deciding that it was too crowded and the environment was not conducive to meeting people, we headed to the next venue. Unfortunately, while in the midst of CuteK picking me up and deciding where we were headed, WB texted several times and called. In the end, it became a text argument between WB and I. I found myself over irritated with the situation but being a better person than I am normally, I invited him out to meet up with us, which seemed to be the gist of the texts.

When CuteK and I arrived at the 2nd bar, we found a good spot by the bar and ended up talking to several yahoos. Yahoo#1 had to have been quite drunk, as we discussed topics that should never be discussed drunk or sober. Entertaining as it was, I hoped that CuteK would take the lead in the conversation, as it was her who seemed to want to meet the lads that evening. It didn’t occur but for what it was, at least she spoke to someone new. Yahoo#2, wearing some kind of alternative top hat and missing a tooth – apparently from his occupation – travelling around the world doing stunts and such on a bike. I never did receive a reply if the missing tooth was due to the stunt riding or what. Again though, entertaining and I think while I was speaking w/Yahoo#2 – CuteK was speaking to another new lad, so in the end – despite her walking out without any numbers, she had a good time. And as for WB – he never showed up, to which I received a text the next day, advising he had passed out. Thank goodness he was drunk while he was sending the texts.

Sat was the other ‘big’ evening out. With L-Y back, heartbroken and needing entertainment also, she had planned a ‘big’ night out. I met up w/L-Y and her 2 very young friends out at my favorite bar down the street. Staying for a very short time, we headed to the next place so the girls could do shots. Obviously that was not on my agenda, so while I waited outside (as it was strictly business – order, drink and leave), I ran into K*Bliss and her mom. They were in the neighborhood after leaving a comedy show that K*Bliss’s husband was to attend instead of mom, for his b-day. But just like K*Bliss’s husband, true to his crap behavior, decided that attending a friend’s son’s hockey game was more important than going through w/K*Bliss’s plans for his big day – opted out.

It was good to see K*Bliss since I hadn’t seen her since he recent news of expecting a new baby boy. Congratulations, she has built a new house, gotten engaged, married and now expecting all in a year. I can’t wait to see if she’ll try and top the next year, ha. Even so, after shots were completed, the greetings and good bye with K*Bliss and the others were done, we headed to the next place; a b-day party of one of L-Y’s friends.

The b-day party was normal, nothing over the top and fun. The 2 Young’ns headed out early, since they had a b-day party of their own to attend which left L-Y and I headed w/the rest of the b-day party to the next ‘trendy’ locale. L-Y and I stayed for a total of 6 minutes at the trendy club and headed to meet up w/the Young’ns at their party – despite the fact that their friend was turning a 10 decade younger than ourselves, ha.

I’m pretty sure it was the most entertaining part of the evening. With a bar full of college kids, cheap drinks and music, you can only imagine. Though it’s not my scene, I definitely got into it, when a young lad asked what year I was in. My gosh – I was mistaken for a college kid and I luved it! I went with it, explaining where I went and my major – thankfully it was dark, so they were unable to see the wrinkles and age my face very definitely show, ha. As if I wasn’t already riding high from the awesome compliment, I was asked by another young lad – what year I was again and as he carried on about his internship he asked if I had one yet. As a matter of fact, I did have an internship, an internship that has apparently lasted 8 years, ha. By the end of the conversation, I found myself making friends w/the young lads, trying to krump – very unsuccessfully of course and enjoying the very young scene. And yes, I came clean and revealed my actual age, * gasp *.

It had been a fun evening and while L-Y and myself walked back into my place, I discovered that I had left my wallet in the cab. My gosh, how could I do something so silly! Args – the rest of the evening, I called companies to cancel cards and prayed that the wallet would show up. Thankfully, the next day – I received a call – my wallet had been not only found but driven back w/everything in it!!! There are honest people out there! All was well….

Thursday, March 26, 2009

"Twisted Transistor"...Korn

"Hey you, hey you,
Devil's little sister
Listening to your Twisted Transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
Low end is coming through
Can't get enough
A lonely life, where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do
Music do [x6]

Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you forever preaching
F*ck you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted Transistor..."

FW: In honor of Octup. mom

In honor of Nadya Suleman, the mother of the octuplets, Denny's is offering a new breakfast meal: "The Octo-Slam".

You get fourteen eggs, without a sausage, and the people next to you have to pay the bill.

"It's Gonna Be Me"...N'Sync

"...Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody
Guess what, it's gonna be me

You've got no choice, babe
But to move on,and you know
There ain't no time to waste,
You're just
Too blind, to see
But in the end you know it's gonna be me
You can't deny
So just tell me why..."

taken from my sister-in-laws blog... I luv it! :)

Sorry Buddy

in school last month around presidents' day the kids learned that money has pictures of presidents on yesterday i'm at meijer with garrett, ryan and josie. ryan found a penny out in the parking lot and wanted to "carry" it around the store. "drop it every30 seconds" around the store was more like one point garrett picked up the penny for ryan. before he handed it back to ryan, he stared at it for a few seconds. he shrugged his shoulders and with a totally disappointed look on his face said to ryan, "sorry buddy, it's not barack obama."

"Enjoy The Silence"...Depeche Mode

"...All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable..."

So I haven’t felt much liking posting anything- sometimes, it seems more like work. But I think it’s a good thing – since the blog was created for me to vent; I must not have that much to vent about, ha. Regardless, it isn’t because I haven’t been doing anything or that there were lack of deep thoughts and feelings lately.

With the advent of L-Y’s return from the other side of the earth has come entertaining stories, dinner at her place and back to the old stomping grounds, where we found ourselves getting into trouble, more times than not. It was good to hear her stories though she did what I expected; saved face and decided she ‘knew’ that nothing was going to occur between her and her far away love. But she was sweet enough to bring back gifts, a pair of earrings and a cute Asian keychain, much too large but it got put on the keychain anyways. And with her return comes drama, or what she is hoping for – come this weekend. Knowing L-Y, when she drinks, drama is involved; I can’t wait, pfff.

I’ve consistently met up w/WB – whom I am working on initiating plans with more instead of waiting or always accepting an invite. And always we’ve had good conversations, mostly about the future, relationships – seriously, it seems that coupledom is becoming the new epidemic – so sad, and some drinks either with Detached Buddy, who I’ve found, nice as he is – speaks entirely too much about the same topic or WB#2 – who brought along the half gf. The first time I met WB#2’s half gf, half because he keeps her around but isn’t working for the entire relationship, ha – I thought she sweet and full of nice compliments, maybe it was the drinks at the time. The last time I met her, I wasn’t too enthused. I found her a little abrasive and most definitely too needy. I suppose it doesn’t matter, she’s not my half gf.

I’ve gently declined an invite this weekend with my old college roommates. Though I think it would be fun to catch up and actually see them face-to-face vs using the social networking site, I can’t bring myself to go. Mainly because they all of kids and they are coming. And even though it’s fun to hear about what’s transpired in the past what 8 yrs (omg!), I’m not interested in rekindling friendships when are at completely different stages in our life. I like kids but it’s painful to listen speak about their kids, complaining about good night’s sleeps, naps and having to listen to them scold or discuss their child’s behavioral issues. I don’t have anything to bring to the table but random weird guys I’ve met, bar nights, relaxation and TV shows, big woop. I realize that I’m not giving my old college roommates credit for maybe caring but I foresee that it’s not going to be any different than what I imagine it. My Friday afternoon nap and going out is just more important; selfish, I know. In my defense, if they weren’t bringing their kids (probably full of snot and germs, ha), I’d go in a heartbeat.

And other than hanging out randomly w/Small Town Girl – whom I am starting to agree w/WB – isn’t the best person for me to hang out with or meeting up w/CuteK, I’ve done the usual and watched TV, including a documentary where a transgender guy, with no morphine or pain killers cut off his 2 ‘oranges’ and then at a different point, cut off his banana, again with no pain killers; it was beyond krazy, ha.
But this weekend will be no krazy shows as that, since I’m again meeting up w/CuteK and honestly, kind of dreading it – mostly because she wants help finding a guy (which is ridiculous to come to me for) but includes going over her online dating profile to proofread!? and what she hopes for, some numbers. I just don’t think I’m good enough or qualified enough to help her. It shall be interesting. And then the next night to entertain and go along w/L-Y’s antics, I’m assuming I’ll be dead if not from physical exhaustion but emotional, ha. I’m hoping for the best with both scenarios.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

"Breathe, Stretch, Shake"...Mase

"Before 99 I was born again
5 years later and I'm on again
Man I think I'm born to win
Mase broke, that's a oxy moron
Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on
G-4's What I soar on, uh
You thinkin I ain't hot you so wrong
Sorry for the prolong
But now life goes on
Long list of hits and it goes on
I wake up, and I don't even feel like a star
And man I'm getting a million a bar
Indeed I need not take no lie
Man, ya'll gone make me cry
It's kinda eerie when you hear me
Ya hairs stand up
Been a change of plan
Rip your old plan up
Instead of hatin
Help me lift the big man up
(As we proceed...come on....yeah)

Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake,
Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake,
Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Betha I love this one...endeavor, for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake,
Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake,
Let it Go..."

It feels like spring here, finally! The temperature yesterday was in the mid 60’s and today – high 50’s with sun. Krazy – since just last week, we had a snow storm and Thurs – it was minus 4 degrees, gotta luv the north! So with spring like temperatures, it seems I’m starting to come out of hibernation, starting to. Friday – I didn’t do anything but nap and watch TV and as usual, it was awesome! Ha Sat, I decided that since L-Y was still away and Small Town Girl wanted to go out, we’d meet up for some low key drinks.

I should know by now, that if we meet up on a weekend – low key will not be low key, especially when there are 2-for-1’s involved and w/Small Town Girl. Because neither of us could really decide where to go, we ended up meeting semi in the middle of us, so we could both walk. My walk, though it was only 20 minutes, seemed to be a little bit farther – but decided that with a nice and friendly bartender and drink deals, the walk was worth it. A nice a friendly bartender indeed – as he bought us several shots (neither Small Town Girl nor I had either of them, ha) but nice anyways and good service, amongst the busy bar.

As the night carried on, I found myself talking to randoms in the bar, mostly frequent patrons – as they all seemed to live in the area, while Small Town Girl sat or would make weird faces at other people. For the most part, I had a great time talking and hanging out w/ her but at the end of the day, she’s a nice girl – entertaining but a lousy wingman. I wasn’t searching for anyone and I wasn’t interested in picking any guys up or vice versa, just some low key drinks. However, the more Small Town Girl started drinking, the more it seemed like it was the goal (her goal) for the evening.

While we would sit at the bar, me telling her a story or explaining something, Small Town Girl’s eyes wondered, looking at the different boys walking by and either made a disgruntled face, sneered (yes actually sneering) or coyly smiling hoping to get the attention of the tall guy walking by. And towards the end of the evening, it was Small Town Girl – turning and staring at random boys saying embarrassing comments (making me want to hide – seriously!), I’m thinking though she was picking them up?

The rest of the evening was odd. I met some interesting people, ended up going to another bar, despite it being bar close and taking the cab back to my place. I did play cupid a bit and if it wasn’t for the cancellation from the guy tonight – Small Town Girl and the random guy would be going on a date right about now! Ha Alas, it wasn’t meant to be though…

I had also, semi plans to meet up w/Church Boy that night. Church Boy is someone who located me via Facebook. I didn’t know him too well as he came and went from church. The last I remember of him, we went to summer church camp together, maybe 3rd or 4th grade and then – he was kicked out (I think maybe for stealing). Regardless, apparently I always – even at my young 4th grade age, liked the bad boys. So, we would talk on the phone (like you did as middle schoolers) back in the day, talking about who knows what and then, never heard from him til Sat.

Church Boy and I ended up texting a little, as he lives about an hour away and since he was going to be in town for the weekend, thought it would be fun to catch up. I still think it would be fun to catch up, want to and hopefully will. However, I am leery. Church Boy that day changed his status from ‘single’ to ‘in a relationship’ – no worries. But Church Boy’s texts, not necessarily naughty were not the kind of texts, a dating man would and should send. Hence, I did some investigating.

He was tagged in a photo, so I went to that photo album, since the lady’s profile was open. The album was listed on the lines of ‘baby’ with all pics of Church Boy and she together. No biggie, except for again – the texts received and short conversation we had Sat were again, not appropriate. And researching further, I noticed that the lady’s profile was listed as engaged. Ha So, I plan to meet, say hi and catch up. And if the behavior changes or my gut tells me there are other motives – I’ll blind him with the knowledge I’ve learned! Ha (jk)

Thursday, March 12, 2009


"Do you remember,
Or should I rewind,
To that summer when you caught my eye,
I played it cool,
The weather was hot,
You had the beauty and the beach on lock.

With your flip flops, half shirt, short shorts, mini skirt,
Walkin' on the beach, so pretty,
You wasn't lookin' for a man,
When you saw me in the sand,
But you fell for the boy from the city.

I was like, "hey, girl, can I get your number"
I remember what you told me too, "Don't call after ten"
But you know that I did,
'Cause I couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you.

I think about you in the summertime, (Oh oh)
And all the good times we had, baby,
Been a few years and I can't deny, (Oh oh)
The thought of you still makes me crazy,
I think about you in the summertime, (Oh oh)
I'm sittin' here in the sun with you on my mind.
You're my, my summertime..."

Last night, I met up w/Perfect Ten and J*. For the most part, it was a blast; catching up, some good laughs and walking down memory lane. If it weren’t for J*’s incessant non stop ridiculous stories, it would have been awesome, ha. J* has a history of talking too much, sharing ridiculous stories that are most likely exaggerated if not sometimes flat out lies and all in all, showcasing her insecurities about herself, life and status. A good friend and yes, semi-entertaining but most definitely is a friend that should be hung out with in small doses, for sure. But it wasn’t even her stories that killed me but it was supposed to be Perfect Ten’s night, updating us about her engagement, trip down south and her new ‘status’. What it was, was J* or myself inquiring for more details from Perfect Ten and then J* jumping in about stories that remotely had to do with what we were discussing and then going off on tangents about this and that. Again, for the most part – fun but slightly annoying and it got worse when J* invited her bf for ‘the show’. It just became the ‘J*’ show…. Oh well, at least we were drinking and overall was fun to see both girls.

So, I think I have a crush. I have heard of man-crushes, the kind that men get when they respect, like and sometimes want to be ‘that guy’. I think I have a girl crush, ha. Not the kind that you want to date (straight lady here, ha) or the kind that interestingly enough or maybe not interestingly, Tyra B had on her show this week (I saw a preview for it on my day off, ha) about straight girls wanting to go lesbian for another girl. But it’s the kind of crush where you emulate her, want to know more about and have a general fascination with. In all honesty, I think I’ve had 1 before. I’ll reiterate again, not interested in romantic affairs but just interested in who she is, what kind of person she is, what she does and wears, etc - weird.

The first interest was a bubbly, care free, cute and friendly girl. I didn’t know her well but from what I knew of her and the small times we interacted, she fascinated me. There was a general aura about her that drew people to her; that’s cool. The most recent is a girl who is just ‘that girl’. She is put together, disciplined, also care free, intelligent, easy going and both cute and beautiful (a rare find in girls, in my opinion). I think I’m fascinated either because these ladies possess what I want to be or have similar traits as me, I haven’t decided yet.

As a very off note, I received an email from Older Brother stating that my niece who is 6 yrs old, now has a blog. Seriously, since when do 6 yr olds have blogs!? She named the blog herself, which of course has to do w/ fashion, seriously – that girl is going to be a SJP from SATC when she gets older, she lives for fashion now and she’s 6!? (the girl has gone to bed in ‘fashion’!) And, she writes her own posts, clearly – as the words are mis-spelled and in all honesty, I’m not even sure what she is saying in some of her posts, ha. But it’s cute, all pink – of course and she has some cute pics posted of her and her friends, it’s krazy and maybe just might the ‘sign of the times’. ha