Bmore's Thoughts

Monday, October 30, 2006

I'm A Slacker

So I fell off on staying current with my posting. For the two people that read this blog my apologies. Shoot me it’s been a rough few weeks. My mother and I had a huge fight, my brother (the first born) also has an attitude with me, and so I have been staying at the Love Shack.

It’s been really nice staying with the Fiancée and not having to go back and forth like I usually do. Although I missed my baby – my cat, but the Fiancée is not ready to live with the cat just yet. Speaking of my cat let me tell you about him. He is the cutest male black cat with silky like hair. I adopted him from a farm in MD about 7 years ago.

My Fiancée is not a cat person. I made it very clear from the beginning that we are a package deal. So he has tried to get use to the cat. About 3 years ago he cat sat for me while I was out of town. He came to the house once a day to feed my poor baby that loves having the comfort of people around. So the day before I was due to come back my cat decides to break free from the basement. So at first he was nice to the Fiancée and the Fiancée tried to pet him spend some time and make friends. My cat bites him. And the Fiancée was pissed and turns to leave when the cat makes a mad dash out the basement.

So I just happen to call and check in with the Fiancée around the time this was all going down. The Fiancée “that SOB bite me and escaped”, I am trying not to laugh and explain that I would be back early just let him stay out and explain how to set the alarm. The Fiancée isn’t trying to hear what I am saying. Proceeds to say he would catch his ass and get him back into the basement and hung up on me. So what I later found out was my cat was hiding in the tub and the Fiancée comes up with the brilliant idea to throw a rug over him to carry him back to the basement. My poor cat.


So I say all this to show that they have a turbulent relationship. And I love them both and don’t want to give either up. What’s a girl to do?

Friday, October 20, 2006

Dress Shopping #3

Please keep me in prayer. I am going back this weekend to two places that I found dresses that I really really like. It’s just going to be my mother and me on these visits.

Now when I was telling her the price of these dresses she got very quiet, which is her way of nonverbally saying that I am spending too much. So I am not sure what her reaction will be once she sees me in these dresses. I really would like to see her get excited about this but she is very guarded with her emotions.

I say keep me in prayer because I would like for this to be a very special mother daughter moment and not a huge fight over money. I don’t want her to worry about the money aspect I want her to see her only daughter in a beautiful gown and give her honest opinion.

The Fiancée and I knew going into this we would be paying for this wedding ourselves so if I am not worried about that money then she shouldn’t be either. Well I am a little worried because it’s more then I planned on spending but I love the dress and I think that is how I should feel about my wedding gown. Not just buy something that is just okay just because it’s cheaper.

It sound like I have made my mind up doesn’t it? WRONG! I still have no clue what I am going to do but I am going to make a decision real soon.

Also this weekend is our engagement dinner. We are not having anything real formal. It’s just our families and basically the bridal party. The Fiancée’s mother already made a comment about not getting an invitation, which I sent in the mail along with everyone else’s. So lets hope that all goes well at the dinner. Really pray on this, because my mother and his mother are like oil and water, they don’t mix, at all. This is going to be real interesting evening. And I am assuming I can’t be drunk while trying to get through it. Or can I?


344 days to go and counting

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Ode to Steve McNair


I love me some Steve and not just because he plays for the home team. I have been crushin on him since he was with the Titans. I am sure you all cannot see what I am seeing. But this man is HOT to me! And when he talks and/or smiles I just melt. His teeth are AWSOME. There are so straight and so white. He has this sweet southern way about him that just makes me well stare. I gather all of this from pre and post game interviews. I know you all think I am crazy but I am not stalking him. I just like to look at him.

I can’t let on to the Fiancée that I am feeling Steve like this, he might not take me to any more games. I almost met him a few weeks ago. I don’t really get star struck or want to run up to famous people and ask for their autograph but Steve ohhh I was planning on talking to him.

The Fiancée and I had gone out to dinner after one of the Ravens home games. And they were all over the place. Now before me and the Fiancée started dating I never ran into a single Ravens player. Since we have been dating I have see more then a handful. Still have not seen Ray Lewis but this post is about my man Steve McNair. So we see a few players enjoying their dinner with friends and family. And this little boy that is sitting across from us tells us he got McNair’s autograph. I am almost as excited as the little boy when I ask him “are you serious?”

We figured out that he was sitting at the table near the front of the restaurant. I am watching the door so I could get his autograph on his way out. The Fiancée was cool with it because he is a big fan also and he has no clue that I have a huge crush on this man. So I get all involved in my conversation and dinner with my baby, when I look up and see the back of Steve’s head. Damn damn damn.

I almost got up and ran out to get his autograph and just say hi. For fear of having my engagement ring snatched off my finger I decided it was best that I keep my butt right where I was with my baby.

I do have a new hang out now after home games. I am going to try my hardest to get his autograph and not flirt. I am wishing him well after last weeks injury.

Would It Be Rude?

So yesterday I mentioned a co-worker that insist on not covering her mouth when she coughs. Well I am almost at my breaking point. This old heifer was outside my cube this morning talking to someone and turns in my entry direction to cough and not cover her mouth. Would it be rude if I sprayed her with Lysol? And aim towards her mouth? She is really pissing me off already this morning.

I got this damn cold and her ass will not cover her damn mouth. I got my Green Ginger tea, my Airborne, my Echinacea pills and she still will not cover her damn mouth. I am having hot flashes and this heifer will not cover her mouth. Last night I greased myself down with Vicks and damn near burned to death all because this heifer will not cover her mouth.

Why won’t she cover her mouth? It is only common courtesy to keep your germs and spit to yourself. My mother taught me that at a very early age. Even when I am home alone I cover my mouth. Even in my sleep I cover my mouth. Why wont she? I am near tears here.

I am going to teach her a lesson. I am going to give her a taste of Crisp Linen Lysol in a few more minutes. I am going to pour Purell in her mouth while she is coughing. I am going to trip her or push her down the stairs.

Have You Ever Witnessed an Accident?

I witnessed an accident over the weekend. For those that are familiar with Maryland let me start by saying I was heading home from the Severna Park/Pasadena area. For those that don’t know – you are guaranteed to see some crazy folks while in this area.

Most of the afternoon I saw some pretty unusual looking people. But that is to be expected when hanging out in the “dena dude” and immediate surrounding counties. So I was prepared for that. But what I wasn’t prepared for was the accident I witnessed on my way home.

Here is what happened. I am traveling at a normal rate of speed keeping with the flow of traffic, just called my mother to fill her in on my dress experience. When all of a sudden I hear something that sounds like a small plane engine. I look to my left and this large black pick-up truck fly by me with his mullet flying out the window. He drives across the shoulder and starts to cut back across two lanes of traffic.

I start to say ohh sh… (but I remember I am on the phone with my mother) let me slow down because there is nowhere for him to go. And just as I think that this idiot spins out and hits the guardrail. So me being the good person I am I pull over to see if he may need some help. And I say ohhh shit this time (off the phone with moms) this crazy fool is trying to start his truck back up and take off and I am directly in front of him. I think at this point I better move up and I see a car this idiot hit.

So as I pull up I look in my mirror and see this fugly dude with a mullet flying in the breeze jump out of his truck and grab a large jug off the front seat and hide it in the back of his truck. So this mullet having, jean cut off shorts on with a NASCAR tank top wearing idiot most have been drunk or high out of his mind.

Another lady pulls over in front of me and says she saw him about 10 miles back doing like 120 and driving on the shoulder. So we all write our information down as witnesses to the accident. And I look back down the road at Mr. Mullet and see he is still trying to get his truck started. So I turn to the couple that was hit and I was like ummm you may want to call the police and an ambulance or something you got kids in the car are they okay? Hello? I think they were a little in shock.

I am glad this accident wasn’t any worse. No drinking and driving people!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Dress Shopping #2

So over the weekend I went back out looking for dresses. I had two appointments lined up and they both went fairly well. Two of my bridesmaids were with me and I have known both since college and I knew that I could get honest opinions from both.

To give you all a little background before I got engaged I found this dress I loved online, but the dress wasn’t sold anywhere locally. I didn’t feel comfortable just ordering it online and hoping that it fit. So I found a collection that had something very similar. I will come back to this in a few.

My first stop was a nice experience. Although I didn’t see anything that I fell in love with, left with a few possibles but nothing defiant. And one sales associate was more interested in my boots than pointing me in the right direction for wedding dress. So my girl with the keen since of personalities concluded that the young lady helping me dates a black man. She was young and very nice, even joined in on our little jokes and such.

The second shop was interesting in several ways. First it was the minorities in the back that I ran into as I used the ladies room. I came back telling my girls “this may be some type of sweat shop”. They seemed scared to speak when I smiled and said good afternoon. Then there was the biracial young lady that was also trying on dresses, whose mother was clearly white and grandbaby that was clearly black. So my sales associate wanted to know if this young lady was adopted. I was shocked. Especially when I came out the dressing room to over hear her asking them was that her real mother. Then there was the sales associate that started to become a little too comfortable with me and began to bad mouth another bridal boutique that I went too and she use to work for.

And through all that, I ended up finding a dress very similar to the one I found online that I loved. It was the first dress I tried on and didn’t want to try any others. My girlfriends quickly told me I would be trying on more. Between the first two I think I have found my dress. Combining some elements of each I think I am in love with a dress, which I have not felt for any others. My only issue is justifying the expense of the dress. This dress will have me way over what I budgeted to spend, but it’s the only one that I fell in love with so far.

What should I do just get it and cut money from somewhere else or keep looking?


P.S. Give me advice soon I am going back Friday so my mother can see it. Oh and I believe both ladies that helped me where straight. Although the second lady touch me a lot. Hmmm....

Pet Peeves

1. Sucking of the teeth – you know when people eat something and it gets caught in their teeth and they proceed to try and suck it out instead of grabbing some dental floss or a tooth pick. Some people do this no matter what they eat i.e. yogurt or ice cream. What can possible get caught in your teeth I have no idea.

2. Popping on gum – I don’t know how some women do it but they manage to make the gum make a consistent snapping/popping sound. My mother does this at time but she is conscience of the fact that it’s annoying and tries to only allow herself to get carried away when at home or in her car.

3. Coughing and not covering your mouth – now this is a lesson that should have been taught very early in life by ones mother. You cover your mouth when you cough even if you think you are not contagious. Your germs and my germs don’t want to play together, ever.

4. Not flushing the toilet – how do you forget that you have not flushed the toilet? It makes a noticeable flushing noise, if you did not hear that then you did not flush, duh.

5. Taking a #2 at work – while we are on the subject of toilets lets talk about proper ladies room etiquette. Drop and flush and have the common courtesy to use the spray that is so nicely provided for us.

These are just pet peeves that I came up with that i experience mainly at work. I came up with this list because I feel like I am getting another cold, when I just got over one recently. And I am blaming it all on the lady that doesn’t cover her mouth, damn her. But I am going to fight this cold with all my strength, I went and stocked up on my Airborne and Echinacea. I also found a new Tazo tea that I really liked. Starbucks didn’t have my Zen tea that I normally get so the not so pleasant cashier gave me a different tea bag. I believe it was the Green Ginger tea in the lighter green package. And we all know ginger is good for you. The Fiancée wasn’t too happy about me making him run down to Starbucks before our movie started or how the tea smelled but I am convinced that it made me feel good and that is all that really matters. I will be stocking up on that too this evening. I am even contemplating the flu shot this year. I have never gotten the shot but so far I am thinking I just might need it.


Good luck all its cold/flu season.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Friday the 13th

So the Fiancée and me have finally made up, so I have been over at his place (aka the Love Shack) most of the week. So I get up this morning not really awake trying to make it to the bathroom without opening my eyes all the way. I proceed to trip and almost fall back onto the bed. I finally make it without any more accidents. So I laid back down for a few more minutes and tried again to get up and in the shower. This time when I get going I trip and almost fall on the floor. The Fiancée looks at me and says, “is there a reason you keep tripping over the bed?” Me “shut up”. I didn’t realize till I was out of the shower that it is Friday the 13th. Is this going to be the tone for the rest of the day? I did manage to drive to work without any incidents, I am going to keep my fingers crossed the rest of the day.

I am naturally a clumsy person, most people don’t know that about me but its true. Walking into things, tripping, dropping or hurting myself is a normal day for me. I think I have gotten better about bruising myself either that or the weight gain doesn’t allow as many bruises to show. I have to say one of my finer moments was about two years ago while in my own home I was going down the basement steps thought I was at the bottom when in actuality there were two more steps to go. I fell and landed on my knees. How the hell I did that I still can’t figure out. This may be the cause to my knee issues now, come to think of it.

Anywho I say all this to say watch out its FRIDAY THE 13TH.


PS – Trying on more dresses this weekend. I will keep you all posted on my gay male/female theory.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Project Runway Fans!!!

I love love love this show.

On the reunion show I was so trilled to see Michael with braces. He is a handsome young man but that one tooth just was too much for me to look past. And I am now really convinced that he is gay another reason why I love him the most. Michael I have loved since the beginning when they were not giving him any airtime. I thought his designs and execution were the best until the dreaded couture design.

I also love Laura but I really need for her to stop wearing the same clothes for days at a time. I thought I noticed that during the regular season, but I defiantly noticed in part one of the season finale. I mean come on you’re a designer make yourself more then one maternity dress please. Oh and who did her husband look like? I can’t put my finger on it. Someone really old with gray hair, who is it?

Uli she is just too cute. After seeing her home I now have a new understanding why she designs the way she does. Her condo was off the chain, beautiful view of the ocean. But a good designer has to be able to design more then flowing beach inspired dresses, right? And it looks like she has done it.

Jeffery Jeffery Jeffery. My least favorite of them all. How is it that you have completed your line before arriving back in NY? How is that possible? He just sits there in the studio twiddling his thumbs because he has nothing to do. Every single piece of clothing is complete. If he actually did all that work himself that is absolutely amazing. But by the previews of next weeks show and him bursting into tears it doesn’t look like he is going to get to show is collection.


I think you can tell whom I am pulling for. I just wish I didn’t have to wait another week for the results. But I think its been leaked who won already.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Gay Wedding Consultants: Male or Female, which do you, prefer?

So the wedding dress hunt has begun. I pose this question to you because I believe I experience one of each this weekend. I had three appointments this weekend and all very different experiences.

With my trusty sidekick and bluntly honest friend Avin and my wedding planner assistant and home girl in tow we arrive at my first appointment.

My appointment was with Rooooobert who came highly recommended and I loved insistently. This was a chain store and by the end of the weekend I realized the convenient of going to a chain store for your gown: A – your size is available and 2 – one stop shopping. So we pick a few things I wanted to try and left the rest to Roooooobert. And he was absolutely fabulous, he brought me stuff to complement my body and said no that doesn’t work take it off, and knew what he was talking about. He never made me feel fat, discourage or offended. I actually left with a few possibles in mind and bridesmaid options.

Second appointment was much different. Unfortunately my advice team had to go and my mother was trying her hardest to get to me. I started without her (first mistake). This appointment was a “boutique” and I know boutiques may not have as many options as a chain store but I did expect them to have options in all sizes. So this very nice lady who I believe to be gay with a Boston/Maine accent assists me. She proceeds to bring me every horrid beaded, pleated, ruffle, puffy, tent she could find. Now I understand that my usual 10-size body is not the same in a wedding dress but how dare you bring me a 16 and tell me to try it on. Are you fucking out of your mind? (Sorry excuse the language I am having a flash back) And why is it all the cute more modern dresses you only have in an 8 or smaller? So now that I am near melt down point and my mother still isn’t there, she has the nerve to bring me this dress that’s train reaches to Mexico (her exact words) and insist I parade out in the store to the three way mirror to see it. I almost cried standing there all by myself those other women looking at me. Me looking like a little kid playing dress up in her mother’s closet. I kindly told this nice lady I am done, don’t bring me another thing.


So as I think back on this nice lady I think maybe she is a little butch. Her oddly block shaped royal blue sweater with black slacks and black clunky loafers. Even more strange her jewelry selection, her bracelets were big and everywhere, nothing went together. And there was no make up. And maybe that is why she didn’t know how to pick a dress flattering to my body type.

I say all of this to say that I love gay men always has always will. So what’s a girl to do?

End this blog cause its getting too long and keep on the dress hunt.

Friday, October 06, 2006

"Out of Pocket"

So I talked to the Thing today and I should have known better then to have this conversation while at work but I couldn’t take it any longer. I missed my Pookie Pie. Sidebar: This used to be my pet name for him until that ghetto ass Trix commercial came out and this black lady is all in her husband face, big butt and all. She turns around for him and says “Pookie Pie how does my outfit look?” He proceeds to stuff a Trix in his mouth so what he says can not be understood. This is around the same time that the McDonalds commercial came out with the neck popping black girl that says “You better don’t” when it came to her chicken selects. Needless to say I don’t call him that any more.

Anywho back to my original point of this post. We kind of talked things out but we still don’t really like each other. It’s a cool day and raining perfect for snuggling but I still don’t like him. What is a girl to do? I could go home and eat a bunch of junk and watch a movie like Hitch (Will Smith always makes me smile) or maybe Wedding Crashers for a good laugh. I can't be extra bloated tomorrow.

I guess the only thing I can do is busy myself with wedding plans. I have appointments for this weekend and next to try on gowns. I am crossing this next hurdle with mixed emotions. My girl Avin told me to prepare myself for the size difference, which I already have mentally been trying to do. I don’t want to have a meltdown in the store when they see my size 10 body and come back with a size 20 dress. I fear that they will look at my breast and then yell to the back “bring her a tent we need to cover these girls”! I don’t want my breast to look like they are sitting on a shelf coved in white material and beads and ruffles. UGGGGGG!!!!!! The horror.

I fear a meltdown is going to come! I hope all attending are prepared for this, because I sure as hell am not.


358 more days to go…

Loud Mouth Co-workers

Most days I like them and even go out of my way to help some. But today I would like for them all to shut the hell up. The cubical next to me used to be empty (how I miss those days), but now I have the loudest, inconsiderate, sickly person sitting next to me. And a few more cubes up there is another person that is older but equally as loud. So just imagine when they get together to see who can out sick the other how loud they are. I am pretty sure they don’t realize most times that they are loud considering the sickness in one and the age of the other. But damn it if I ask you to lower your voice so I can record my voice mail message you would think they would tone it down a few notches. But no I repeat myself several times like I am talking to some children and still no change.

The one that sits next to me is suppose to be eating healthier per doctors request. This is a serious issue so you would think she would try harder to not eat at McDonalds every morning and grab some oatmeal or something instead. Well it doesn’t seem like she is trying at all to me. But the older loud mouth makes sure we all know what she eats, when she eats, and why she shouldn’t eat it. I am getting real tired of this daily routine. If she doesn’t care about watching her health why should I or anyone else care more about it? Secondly way does the whole office need to be concerned about her eating habits? Another thing she does that annoys me to no end – she sucks her teeth. Right after anything she eats she is sucking her teeth to get the food out or something. I am sitting here like damn you just had some yogurt what the hell could possible be stuck in your teeth and why does it take 20 minutes to get it out. Maybe for Christmas I will buy her a toothbrush.

I am not really a morning person but usually by the time I drive to work I am willing to talk to people. Unfortunately most of my co-workers are happy, chipper, talkative people. Some days I wish I had a roof and a door on my cubical so I can politely ignore them when they come to talk to me. Maybe in our new building my request will be taken into consideration. One thing I know for sure the loud mouth next to me will not be sitting in my department in the new building. That’s something to look forward too.


I really do like them most days but today is not one of those days.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The Fiancée aka The Thing

Some think that calling The Fiancée - The Thing is a bit harsh, insensitive, and rude. I actually thing it was the nicest name I could come up with given the circumstances. Don’t get me wrong I love him to pieces and can’t image not being with him. But right now I don’t really like him. And the sad thing about it is he doesn’t even realize that I don’t like him.

There use to be a time when all I had to do was go all day without calling him at the usual times or not tell him I love him all day, and he would just know that he was in the dog house. Apparently he has caught on to that stragy so now I most get more calculated in the torture I inflict on him. I know some that like to throw things at their man. I know some that like to kick them out of the house or make them sleep on the couch. We don’t live together so that isn’t going to work for me and I am not mad enough to throw something at him. I have also learned that when throw often times the women ends up destroying something she really likes.

I was thinking that I would make him met with our church appointed wedding counselor and possible photographer by himself. But that would only backfire because he wouldn’t get the all the information or wouldn’t ask all the questions that needed to be addressed requiring me to go back and do more work. So what can I do to him to make him realize just how pissed off I am?

I think this is going to take some time. I am on day 3 of brief conversations, no I love you and not calling like usual. I almost caved in yesterday but my good friend and master verbal abuser Avin (from AvinsDay) refreshed my anger and reminded me just why I am mad. So I am prepared for the long haul. I am making notes so that when the time comes I can adequately curse him out and make sure I cover all my points. I have tried to quiet cursing but when angry its much harder to control. And as Steve Harvey says “God ain’t through with me yet”.
So for now The Fiancée will be known as The Thing. 3 days and counting.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Raising Lunatics

So I mention before that I think that world has gone mad. Well here is yet another story about a person that has lost his every loving mind. Charles Carl Roberts IV walked into an Amish school Monday and took several Amish girls hostage. He killed 5 and injured several others and then took his own life. Leaving a suicide note saying something to the affect that he was righting some wrong that occurred 20 years ago. News reports today ay that the wrong he was correcting was that he had molested minor family members and he feared he would again.

Okay my question is why the hell did he kill these sweet innocent little girls? He is the lunatic, he is the one that did something unthinkable. Why do these innocent children and their families have to be punished for his bad actions? I just don’t get it. The Amish are quiet, simple, people (for the most part) what could they have possible done to deserve this punishment.

I am not saying that Charles should have just killed himself and spared others. It just concerns me that it seems that we as a whole are raising lunatics. I don’t have any children myself but from what I have witnessed it seems like children are not being held accountable for their actions. And the lunatics are getting younger and younger, and more violent. And it’s affecting all communities, cultures, and races, as this latest incident is a good example of.

Which leads me to another thought. I wonder if we will ever get the answer to questions like these and others. Like what really happened to JonBenet Ramsey? Did OJ really have his wife killed? Does Michael Jackson really have a thing for little boys are is he just misunderstood? What makes a man want to kill innocent children? What makes grown women what to have sex with teenage boys? How can a mother kill her own children? When we get to heaven (if we are so lucky/blessed) will we still have these questions or will we be just so happy to be there that nothing else will matter?


Stepping off my soap box.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Funk

I am in a funky mood today – continue reading at your own risk. Wedding planning sucks ass and I don’t want to plan any more. Why is it acceptable for the fiancés to sit back and do nothing? While the bride to be runs around like a chicken with its head cut off getting everything accomplished. I am beyond mad with my fiancé – I am to the point that I want to say screw the wedding lets just go to the courthouse and get hitched. Why am I already at this point and my wedding is a year away? Am I stressing myself out? Way to soon? Someone with some wedding/marriage experience please help me understand. Maybe its because I am premenstrual that everything is bothering me so very much this weekend.

I am as pissed off as pissed off can be. The following statement that was delivered to me on Saturday night on a drive back from Va. is what I think put me over the edge. This Thing (the fiancé) had the nerve to say to me “ you act like you don’t have a mind of your own”. If it wasn’t for the fact that The Thing was driving my car, and the minor that was riding with us I think I might have jabbed him in his throat. Two days later I still don’t know what the hell he meant by the statement. Cause as I see it everything that has been accomplished to this date is thanks to me. So what is The Thing talked about you ask? Good question. And when I start talking to The Thing again I plan on finding out.

I swear if I make another decision and The Thing sits back and judge I might just loose my mind. I figured that I don’t need to bother him with every detail but some things I throw out there just to make him feel involved. And when I do that I don’t expect any back talk or lip when I finalize stuff like our engagement dinner (I kind of felt like Ike Turner right then) for example. I decided on our menu items without The Things assistance. Not because I didn’t ask his opinion but simple because the Ravens had a home game yesterday and The Thing has season tickets. He better not complain at the dinner that he doesn’t like his choices. He better don’t.

362 more days to go. Will we make it? Another good question…