Bmore's Thoughts

Baby Notice

2010-02-10T20:56:00.001-05:00

So I am so bored I decided to create a post. I know its been like almost a year since my last post. I've got this stupid job that blocks most websites, and once I get home from work getting on the computer is the last thought in my mind. But since we are in the midst of the second blizzard in a weeks time I got time on my hand. I'm so bored I am thinking about joining Facebook (I prefer to call it what them young kids are doing). My brother is on there and he is old as dirt so I figure if he can figure it so can I. While I contemplate joining "what them young kids are doing" I will update here.

I am pregnant, very much pregnant. I'm actually due in two weeks. We are having a baby girl and I'm too excited! I've had a very easy pregnancy for the most part. I had a couple of bad days here and there but over all this pregnancy have been great. Till now, I have developed this very uncommon rash that started on my stomach and has spread every where but my face (thank God). But this rash itches like nothing I have ever experienced in life. So because of that I may be having our sweet baby this weekend. I didn't really want to have my baby on a holiday but it might be kinda sweet to have a Valentine baby. I went to the doctors Tuesday and she told me to do some walking. Not sure what planet she is on but at that time there was about 3 feet of snow on the ground, and snowing when I enter the office with the expectation of another possible 2 feet of snow. Where the hell am I gonna walk? Nothing is open and driving is practically impossible.

I think hubby is in a bit of denial that his daughter will be making an early appearance. This morning he asked me where I wanted her dresser, it's now 9 pm and it's still sitting in the box. So I think he just got mad that I reminded him that it's still sitting in the box. Oh well, he will get over it, he needs to get to working.

I think that’s all I got for the time being. I might be back later.

Until next time….

Met Our Baby

2009-05-07T01:08:00.004-04:00

This is our baby Miles. In this picture he is about 6 months old and spoiled rotten. As you can see he was a fur ball. And then we got all his fur cut off. He destorys every toy he gets, humps on my leg when he is not following close behind me. But isn't he the cutest puppy every. We love him to pieces.

It's Been So Long

2009-04-17T15:16:00.000-04:00

It’s been so long since I have posted anything. Why, you ask. Well I got a new job. My old job was sweet, laid back, casual, chill, but so was the money. I wanted more for our family. So I got a new job, making more money and supposedly more opportunity (noticed I said supposedly). I hate this place. So when I started here all my free time was devoted to learning the job, and working longer hours. So my internet time decreased drastically. It’s been about eight or nine months now and I still hate this place. And I know with today’s economy I should be happy to have a job, but who wants to dread coming to work every day. So I guess I need to go ahead and have a baby and leave this hellhole.

By the way me and the husband are in negations on having a baby. After getting our taxes done we wished we could pop one out before the end of the year. That sounds kinda of cruel – but we did joke about it. So the husband has said several things recently about having kid(s) soon, I think he is getting the itch. His best friend just had a baby about 2 months ago and he nearly swoops her out their arms as soon as he sees her (its really cute).

In other new news we have a puppy. We got him the day after Christmas, he is a black Cocker Spaniel and his name is Miles. If stupid ass Comcast internet worked at home I would have a picture of him up (who am I kidding I haven’t uploaded any pictures), but he is very cute. He is so spoiled its crazy. When we first got him he cried so badly that me and the husband took turns sleeping with him on the floor. I think the first month or so was torture, I had never been so sleep deprived in all my life and if this is what having a kid is like please pray for us.

I guess that is enough of a recap for now, I will try and not stay away as long any more and I promise to upload my pictures. I also have some great pictures of Inauguration. I will share that story next time.

Untill then ......

My Little Bit of Political Talk

2008-09-04T16:36:00.000-04:00

So McCain picked a lady for VP. Seems like a strategic move, but did he not do a background check first? Controversy seems to be surrounding this woman. I really hope this backfires in is face.

Sarah Palin has a baby that is 4 months (I call him baby TrailMix) and has Down syndrome. That alone is a huge handful to manage. But she also has Bristol to deal with. She is 17 years old and 5 months pregnant.

Something seems fishy here. There are reports going around that at 7 months pregnant Sarah looked much like she does to this day. No pregnant belly. Another thing that seemed odd was that in most early reports/video of the family Bristol is always holding baby TrailMix.

So I have come to a couple of possibilities: Bristol is a freak and baby TrailMix is really hers and she is already knocked up again. Or baby TrailMix is hers and she is mysteriously going to lose the current baby she is carrying. (I am not wishing any ill on Bristol) But will we ever really know?

One last thing before I pass out at my desk. Every time I turn to the RNC I didn’t see any minorities in the audience. Did anyone else notice that?

Until next time.....

Twins

2008-08-27T16:08:00.000-04:00

So my new boss is cool. She is super smart and her brain works faster then anyone I have ever met. I mean she is amazing even on 5 hours of sleep her brain moves faster then mine and I am younger and have no kids. That’s my introduction of her, what I really want to talk about are her kids.

She has the most “beautyfullest” twins. She brought the babies into the office for a little visit this week. They are about 9 months actual and 7 months adjusted she says. Meaning she had them early and they are still playing a little catch up. To me they look perfectly health and have pretty blue/gray eyes. Baby A is a girl and baby B is a boy. Baby A is a little bigger then her brother and tries to run the show already. But baby B is a little more clever then she gives him credit for. They are just the best mainly because they are not mine.

Some of you that know me know that I would love to have twins. My justification of having twins is so that I only have to deliver once and if its not twins I may head up with only one child. But I think after talking with my new boss I may be over that desire. It’s great when they are a little older and can entertain themselves as well as each other. But the issue comes when they are born how to feed two babies at one time, how to change two diapers at once, how to grab them up when they are crawling in separate directions. All this to say I think I may be over it my having twins fascination. I mean if it happens it happens, I do have a couple of twins in the family. But if it doesn’t I guess I will have to deliver on more then one occasion. God help me the hubby wants like 5 and that just cannot happen.

Until next time ……

Hello Out There .....

2008-08-19T16:06:00.001-04:00

It’s been ages I know. So much has changed and so little has changed. Instead of catch you all up I am just going to pretend like I haven’t been away for months.

So I have a new job, I now work downtown Baltimore. Catching the subway to work everyday and laughing at the crazy sites. My old job was really comfortable and easy for the most part. And they treated us really really well. Gave us luxuries most places don’t offer their employees. I can look back and say I miss it there and if it wasn’t for the jump in pay I might have ran back begging for my old job or any job. I have to tell you about my co-worker that reminds me of a midget (and you all know I have a fear of midgets) at another time. So needless to say it’s been an adjustment but I am enjoying it.

Also the Husband and I just bought our first home. So we have a whole new set of nerves and worries going on. Its exactly what we wanted – a single family home with a front yard and back yard. Actually its bigger then I could ever image for our first home. So that means we have plenty of room to grow into so we will be staying here for a while. I will say this, my finance lady was awesome! And I wanted to smack my realtor towards the end. I will keep you posted on house developments as they come.

I am sure I have mention in prior post that I love Starbucks. I am not a coffee drinker I go there solely for the tea. My sister-in-law got me hooked a couple of summers ago while in Chicago. Summer time its ice tea and winter its hot tea. Well I have found a new drink that’s taken the place of the ice tea. I now get the blended strawberry lemonade. LOVES IT!! So I was looking online to see where the nearest Starbucks is near the new house. It appears like I will have to go to the same one I been going to which is not too far away, but there is a midget that hangs out there on the weekends. I was kind of looking forward to trying a new spot.

Now don’t get me wrong I am not making fun of “little people” or anything I just get a little unsettled, uncomfortable, uneasy, (however you want to say it) around them. It started out with dreams when I was young and then it turned into nightmares. So I don’t poke them and make fun of them I just keep my distance while making indirect eye contact. I do believe they possess super human strength. Please don’t hate me.
On that note I am gone. Until next time…

Momma's Boy

2008-03-03T14:24:00.001-05:00

A few months ago I had a great revelation my big brother is the biggest momma’s boy I have ever known in my life. I had to say to him and I quote “you are 51 years old (had to add a few years to make it sting more) get off the tit already.” I left him speechless, which isn’t easy to do and I was crying laughing. I had to tell myself that was a good one, and I shared this story with a few friends.

I am the baby and the only girl, so that alone makes me very special to my mother. Her and I can share everything like dating talks, sex talks, and personal female stuff that she could never share with her boys. And because of this bond her and I share this bothers my oldest brother the most. He feels the need to call me and say he is loved more then me, or my mother only loves me because she has too. I really think he is trying to convince himself that he is loved.

So needless to say this is an on going battle between us (that he has created) and I really wish he could just let it rest. I am her favorite child, I am the most consistent in her life, and I am the one that is always there and available. Daughters are always the reliable ones.

Our mother just recently was diagnosed with Glaucoma. Who was there to go to the doctors’ appointment with her? Yours truly. Who is there to comfort her when she gets quiet and stares off into space? Me again. Who calls her everyday to check on her? And when she is sick goes by the house and check on her? You got it – her daughter.

As far as my mother’s diagnoses – it seems like it was caught early and the first course of action is eye drops. Her being in the nursing profession can some times make her the worst patient, but she is doing the drops (this time, this is the second eye drop) or I was gonna have to go over nightly and give them to her myself. And prayerfully this will regulate the progress, which in a lot of cases it does. People can live normal and healthy lives just by using the drops alone. And I am convinced my mother will be one of those people. Besides she is too strong and independent for it to go any other way.

Until next time.

I'm Back and Im Black

2007-12-12T10:40:00.000-05:00

It’s been awhile since I have written anything – so where do I begin?

Our wedding was wonderful. For the most part things went smoothly except for a few random dramatics. Which I am still waiting on an apology for. But I guess I am suppose to just bury my feelings as usual and pretend like I didn’t spend a small fortune on a beautiful reception that some didn’t stay to enjoy. And then there was the monster-in-law’s comments that I didn’t appreciate. And here I thought that her new boyfriend had taken her negative focus off me but surprise surprise monster decides to rear her ugly head at Thanksgiving dinner no less.

Okay this is not what I want to talk about.

I had the best honeymoon ever. I recommend a trip to Aruba to everyone. You absolutely must go there at least once in life. It’s such a beautiful island and the weather was great. It’s hot but with the tradewinds its comfortable and they don’t usually get rain, although it did pour down one night while we were there. We ate great food, that’s one thing hubby and I are not going to skimp on. If you need any recommendations hit me up I got a whole list.

We went ATVing, which was the best. Went jet skiing and I didn’t enjoy that too much but that’s my own personal thing about falling into the water doing 50 miles an hour. We also went deep sea fishing one day. Now this experience was strictly for the hubby and for fear that he might get shipped to Venezuela into the sex slavery industry I went with him. This probably could have been a nice experience if the water wasn’t so rough. Because of the natural winds that blow constantly there I thought that I could go overboard at any moment and we almost did once. But the hubby enjoyed it, he caught three fish and we had fresh Maui Maui for lunch.

So now we have been married for two and half months and everything is going great. We are fat and happy.

I might add some pictures later so be sure to check back.

Drunk at work??

2007-10-23T15:06:00.000-04:00

This is drunk typing at its best. My former supervisor took me out for drinks at lunch. Isn’t that wonderful? I must say HELL YEAH IT IS!!!!!!!!!! A co-worker has gotten completely under my fucking skin for the past two days. I couldn’t take it anymore, I went to my supervisor who wasn’t here so I went to “Bob”. Finally today he said it sounds like you need a liquid lunch and you know what he was correct. I am sitting at my desk with a buzz at 3 in the afternoon. My first post back was suppose to be I’S MARRIED NOW but no its I am drunk at my desk at 3pm. LOL

9 Days and Counting

2007-09-20T14:04:00.000-04:00

I am so excited that I am only 9 days away from my wedding day. I don’t feel nervous, I don’t feel overwhelmed, and I don’t feel stressed. I feel like I am getting things done and can’t wait for the 29th to get here.

Now my body is saying something completely different. Last Saturday I started with a headache that I thought was cause by not eating. So I ate, took Tylenol, took Clairton, took something that someone gave me - headache still there for three days. Then I found this home remedy that suggested drinking Gatorade for headache pain. So I tried it and low and behold soon after drinking it my headache was gone.

Along with the headache came an eye tick, which unfortunately is still here. This is going on a week people. My wedding is in 9 days. I can’t have an eye tick on my wedding day. Just think about what those pictures are going to come out looking like. The fiancée says he can’t see it moving but to me it feels like it is so noticeable. This is absolutely driving my out of my mind. I feel like I need an eye patch or something so I can let my eye rest because for some reason my left eye is stressed the hell out.

HELP anyone know what to do about an eye tick? All suggestions welcomed.

Update

2007-09-07T16:18:00.000-04:00

So it’s been awhile since I posted something new. I say almost daily “I got to write about this shit here” but I never do. So much has happened and so much as changed. I am now 22 days away from my wedding. I can’t believe its almost here. I am so excited and emotional. I started crying the other day at the hair salon because my stylist was telling me about her wedding day. It was funny as hell but it brought tears to my eyes cause I just cannot wait for my big day.

My biggest issue right now is getting response back. There are several people that say that are coming but have not sent their response in or have lost them. Then there was the issue of who to invite to the formal reception and who just to invite to the ceremony and the reception at the church. It hurt my feelings that I couldn’t invite my people that live here to the formal reception when I know good and hell well that my great aunties are not coming. They are old and live in Tennessee and I have a cousin getting married in October so they probably can’t do both weddings. But I had to give them the option of coming.

So I have a secondary list prepared, but how do you go back and invite people? I am feeling like some people are pissed with me because of this. Which is silly if you really think about it but oh well you live and you learn. If they stopped speaking to me because of this then I guess it’s for the best. Who knows I could be just being overly sensitive due to the circumstances.

Anywho I am alive and well and the wedding planning is going extremely well – now. Only 22 more days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Phobias

2007-09-07T15:34:00.000-04:00

Do you have any? I have a couple, some more drastic then others. First I wouldn’t really call this a phobia, more like “they make me a little nervous”. But I have a thing with midgets, yeah they may want to be called little people but damn it they are midgets to me. I am not “really” scared of them but they do make me feel a little nervous when I see them. Like I could break out and run away at any moment, like I don’t want to look them in their eye or rather top of their head, like if one approached me I might just start swinging. But I don’t really call that a phobia.

Now bugs especially spiders scary me to death. I can’t even kill spiders, I can drown them in bug spray but to step on them HELL TO THE NAW that’s not happening. At my place I have bug spray and I spray the whole place regularly, and if one slips through the cracks I get my trusty can of spray and kill, but I don’t do clean up. At the Fiancée’s place it’s the same way. He doesn’t know this but I periodically spray there too.

Now here is where I face a problem – the Fiancée doesn’t understand the fear I have of bugs. He doesn’t get it, doesn’t care to get it, and pisses me off when he takes his sweet time killing a bug. Last week I was dog sitting for HIS family. I ended up staying at his brother’s house just cause it was more convenient then going back and forth. First two days we’re great, puppy was easy to take care of well trained, etc. Then morning 3 I am all ready for work got to the basement once and set up the room for the puppy come up to get puppy and head back down and hot damn there is a giant spider on the damn steps. I freak, probably squeeze the puppy to tight as I scramble to find some bug spray. I call the Fiancée and he is already on the road and provides no assistance at all or support. I end up calling sister in law and ask her where she keeps the bug spray – “in the basement” she says. Hell no I can’t get to the basement. I am sweating and shacking at this point. I found some carpet cleaner thinking that will at least make this spider sticky. No – it infuriates him. I call future mother in law and ask for her to come and help me. But she can’t come for another 20 minutes. DAMN DAMN DAMN. Meanwhile this damn spider is running up and down the steps – I kid you not. I can’t let him get up to the living area cause this damn puppy will be on his own for 3 days if that happens. Finally mother in law gets there (thank god) and she just as calmly walks down and steps on it and picks it up and throws it away. I think I love her.

Now through this all the Fiancée is pissed at me cause of my fear. What the heck is that about? Doesn’t he know that people have real phobias? So a co-worker helped me do some research on getting over phobias and there are three steps: looking at pictures, looking at them live, and then holding one.

That’s not going to happen.

Peace out.

Open Letter to the Fiancee

2007-06-27T11:01:00.000-04:00

Are people really so clueless as to the stress planning a wedding can cause? Why the hell would someone wait till 3 months before the wedding to want to make changes? I have only been planning for 9 months. Asking for input, suggestions, and your opinion for 9 fucking months. And now NOW you want to change something. Where the hell is this coming from? Why now? What is the motivation behind this? Is this your mother finally trying to get what she wants at my fucking wedding? Okay okay fine you can make whatever changes you want BUT you have to take responsibility for the changes. YOU will have to call the wedding coordinator, YOU will have to change the program, and YOU will have to let these new people know what to do and how it should be done. Take charge or your change and do it and I mean everything! All of a sudden it’s not a big deal, everything can stay the way it is. Ohhhh really?

Don’t come to me after 9 months of planning and want to make changes. I don’t give a damn if the wedding is 3 months away. It is hurtful when “all of a sudden” you got an opinion.

I just needed to vent.

Two Things That Make Him Scream Like A Teenager

2007-06-12T16:54:00.000-04:00

1. Ray Lewis. The fiancée is a huge fan of Ray Ray. One day last week while he was working he called me screaming incoherently about seeing someone. I am laughing at this high pitch scream while trying to understand what the heck he is talking about. Finally he calms down and explains he just pay Ray Ray on the highway and what he was driving. Thank god Ray was going the opposite direction because he may have been driving off the road by my crazy fiancée.

2. Earth Wind and Fire (EWF). I have mention before the fiancée wants to be Verdine. Well we went to a concert recently and it was great. The theater was outdoors, cool weather, and cool crowd of people. EWF gave a great performance. Now leading up to the concert the fiancée said he had to give me a quiz. Quiz for what you ask. To make sure I knew enough songs as to not embarrass him at the concert. He is a fool for EWF. To his surprise I knew several songs, the only difference with him and I is that I don’t listen to them daily, I don’t have all the titles memorized, and I don’t know all the facts of the group since their creation (eye roll). So we danced like fools for over an hour and had a great time at the concert. There were a few moments that he sat their like a deer caught in headlights as Verdine did his thing on the bass.

Which reminds me fiancée bought a bass and hasn’t touched it in weeks. I am guessing there will be no solo at the wedding reception.

Open Letter to the Writers of Sopranos

2007-06-11T09:40:00.001-04:00

Sopranos writers can go to hell. That ending pissed me off so bad. How the hell after your fans been watch this series for years. Devoted their time to follow the characters and know their names and family connections. How the hell do you just end with some many unanswered questions, with no finality with what happened? How can you do that to us your loyal fans?

I make sure I am home every Sunday evening at 9 o’clock to watch the week’s episode. And if by chance I am not home I DVR the episode or watch at soon as humanly possible on DEMAND. Some years I subscribed to HBO just for Sopranos. I lived with this Italian family as if they were my own family for years. I loved Silvio like he was my own uncle and laughed when Phil finally was killed. How could it just go off like that leaving me with so many assumptions?

Did the guy in the members’ only jacket kill Tony? Did the black guys kill the whole family except Meadow since she was running late? Is this about what Tony and Bobby were talking about in the boat? How when death comes you don’t hear anything it just goes black and silent? Didn’t they think that people will think their cable went out and start frantically looking for the remote (or was that just the Fiancée and I)?

As my brother said “this is the worst TV break up I have ever experienced”

Signed,

Never getting hooked on another series

So Much To Share

2007-06-11T09:23:00.000-04:00

I have so much to share, where should I begin?

Lets start with my 30th birthday celebration. The fiancée planned the best surprise for me (which is hard for anyone to do) we went to New York for the weekend to see the Color Purple. That play was so damn good, I was nervous about seeing Fantasia because I can’t stand her speaking voice. But this girl did a wonderful job, no an amazing job as Sealy. I even cried toward the end of the play. It was awesome to say the least. I was a little surprised about the added part of Sealy and Sug living together as if they were lovers. I didn’t remember that from the movie but I did pick up the book and will be reading it soon. They whole weekend was great, we stayed in a wonderfully plush hotel right in the Time Square area. I feel really great about turning 30. I love that my man spoils me rotten.

Next topic – 2nd bridal fitting. Well I went in there dreading this fitting. You see I haven’t been working out and I have been eating everything in sight. So I told them going in the I had gained weight and that they better not let that dress out because I have 3 months and I will be losing that 5 I gained plus some. So my Russian dress make comes in with my gown and says, “I wont zip it all the way up”. Okay that pissed me off and motivated me at the same time. Needless to say the dress still zips up it just fits a little tighter then before. My goal is to get down to a size 8. And I believe it will be done!

This weekend I also did some other wedding planning with my mother (which is always interesting). We were looking for stationary for the programs and she had us on a wild goose chance all over Baltimore. Which lead to a wonderful blessing. I used to work at a jewelry store and this is the same place the fiancée and I purchased our rings from. So since I was in the area I decided to stop by and drool over a ring I want and just look around. So the owner’s wife offered me some jewelry for my wedding day. Can you believe that? Just out the blue, like she had been reading my mind. I have been looking for something to wear and not spend a lot of money. This was a completely unexpected and wonderful offer.

So the wedding is about 118 days away. And I am so excited!

Hooked

2007-06-01T14:16:00.000-04:00

As many of you I too have a Starbucks addiction. But I consider my addiction a good one – my crack is tea. In the winter it’s a venti Zen or Green Ginger and in the summer its venti black iced tea.

So a little over a week ago a lady decided to run her car into the front of my Starbucks near the love shack. This is the one I always go to when I am home, although the one near my job I frequent more often I love them both the same. So when I heard of this horrific accident my first thought was “now where the hell am I to go and get my tea this weekend?” How the hell she managed to do this is still unclear to me, but I am glad she didn’t seriously hurt anyone.

I personally prefer the Starbucks store then the ones located inside the grocery store or bookstore. Does that make me a Starbucks snob? So, I could drive 25-30 minutes out of the way or I could just go to Barnes and Noble and get my tea. But will they shake my tea the right way? I decided to go by the usual spot, just to look and see what the damage was. SURPRISE SURPRISE they are open!!!!! I love me some Starbucks, they quickly put a temporary wall up and was back in business.

Starbucks rules and I owe this addiction to my sister in law!!! Love her.

30 and Fly!!

2007-06-01T08:22:00.000-04:00

Well it came and went in a blink of an eye. I was dreading the thought of turning 30 but the closer it got the more comfortable I became with it. Its here I am 30 and fly!!!! At least I hope I am fly.

Had a great birthday dinner with close friends and family and this weekend the fiancée is taking me to New York to see the Color Purple. He just spoils me rotten. I did have a dream of getting a new car for my birthday but he assured me that wasn’t what my surprise was.

So folks I am 30 and I love it. I am getting married in 3 more months and I really love that. I think I need a new tattoo something with the number 3. Anyone have suggestions?

Today is a Better Day

2007-05-17T10:13:00.000-04:00

I think I have mention before that I am turning 30 this year. Actually in a few more weeks I will be officially old. Another sign that my body is falling apart is the new on set of allergies. Yesterday I felt like shit, couldn’t find any Claritin so I resorted to taking one of my mothers allergy pills. Now I learned along time ago not to take other peoples prescription medicine. BUT since my mother is a nurse and she assured me it would make my eyes stop itching I decided to try it. Now this pill did successfully stop my eyes from itching but everything else started to itch – not good.

I stopped to pick up some Claritin at a nearby grocery store and they were completely sold out. I tried calling around to see who may have some in stock and proceed to knock over a whole cup of ice-cold water into my lap. As I am screaming shit into the phone out of shock the pharmacist sympathizes with me about not being able to find Claritin. LOL.

So what am I to do at this point? I am walking around scratching like a junkie. My butt is wet (literally) and the seat of my chair is also wet. And I really can’t take any more drugs for 12 hours. I was miserable. I went home took a nap and woke up with a headache. I never had allergies like this before. Tylenol didn’t work all I wanted was some Claritin and I couldn’t find any.

The fiancée said he is going to buy me sippy cups, because this isn’t the first time I spilled a liquid into my lap. Last year it was hot tea and I had 2nd degree burns to my inner tights. So I am thankful this time it was a cold liquid but still embarrassing.

I finally found a store that had Claritin at about 10 last night and I can say that today’s start is much better then yesterday. Keep your fingers crossed that there are no spills.

Am I My Co-workers Keeper?

2007-04-26T14:12:00.001-04:00

Do you feel like you should look out for your fellow black co-workers? I have this one co-worker that is cool but young. The company I work for is very laid back, and if you have a get over/lazy personality then you will do exactly that for a little while and then be on your butt real soon. So I have tried to say little stuff to this co-worker to let her know that people can see her lack of productivity. Shit I can see it and I am in a completely different department. I am not the only one that has said something to her, but it seems like it goes in one ear and out the other.

I feel like there is an unwritten rule that all the black people are to stick together and look out for one another here. But I think if you are taking advantage and I know you are and you are not listening to whats already be said - what more can I say? Unfortunately with maturity there will be hard times and trials. I hope she gets her act together before more drastic measures are taken.

I wonder if she reads my blog? Ohhh well posting anyway.

The Fiancee

2007-03-20T15:42:00.000-04:00

Part of him is very youthful at heart and I love that about him. But I am starting to have some concerns about a new hobby he has picked up. Let me give you some background.

Last summer we went to the Essence Festival in Houston. Terrible place to hold it but the music was good. Earth Wind and Fire preformed one of the nights we were there. And they were great. Now we were fans before we saw them live and enjoyed their music. Ever since then the fiancée listens to them at the very minimum once a day, when I am not there I am sure its more like 5 times a day. He has been playing his “air bass” regular now for months. He has Verdine’s moves down pat. Then he started talking about taking lessons, which I am cool with. I mean really there are worse things he could be doing.

Well the time is now. He purchased his bass guitar last week and since then there has been nonstop talk about practicing, cords, tuning and amps. I told him all the time he spends on this bass (who I think has been named Sheila) he better play a solo at the reception.

Hyperventilate

2007-03-20T15:18:00.000-04:00

Remember that episode of Sex in The City when Carrie and Miranda went to try on wedding dresses just to have a good laugh. And when Carrie put on her dress she started to freak out and broke out into a rash. Well let me tell you about my moment.

Over the weekend I had my first dress fitting in which my mother attended with me. And she has some strong feelings about the more tradition style wedding dresses. Like she wanted me to have a pure white dress but my actual dress is Candlelight White, which she is now okay with. But the other thing that she wanted was for me to have a veil with a blusher (which is that part the comes over your face). I already knew I didn’t want that mainly because I am a bit clumsy and I don’t want anything obstructing my view.

Once I had my dress on my friend Russian dressmaker helped me try on veils. I quickly say I just want a single tiered veil and my mother more quickly says well at least try the other one with the blusher on. No soon did they pull the veil over my face did I start to freak out a wee bit. Next thing I hear my mother saying is get it off of her she is shaking. I had not noticed till they took it off but my hands where shaking and I was hot as hell.

Now I am not saying I have a fear of getting married but I am saying I don’t like feeling so confined behind that veil. I don’t care if it’s just netting. I don’t like it one bit. We did find a beautiful alternative that is perfect for me and makes mom pretty happy also.

192 days to go!!!!!!!!!

Monster-in-Law

2007-03-05T10:37:00.000-05:00

Have you seen the movie? Well I have watched it a couple of times and I plan to go and buy it today. For those that have not seen it here is a brief description – Jennifer Lopez’s character meets a guy and they move in together and decide to get married all in a pretty short amount of time in HIS mothers opinion. So all throughout the movie the mother of the groom is doing stuff to try and sabotage their relationship. J-Lo character started to daydream about ways of getting back at her mother-in-law. Once she thought of slamming the mother-in-law’s face into a cake or smacking her in the face with a cast iron skillet and even smacking her across the face when she showed up at the wedding in a white dress trying to up stage the bride.

So I have decided this movie is going to become my new theme movie. I want it to serve has my way of release. Why do I need to release you ask? Because I am about to inherit a monster-in-law. Instead of me getting mad and chocking her, I will pop my DVD in and laugh my ass off when J-Lo mashes her mother-in-laws face into a cake.

There is a weird bond that happens with mothers and their boys. My oldest brother has the best wife. My sister-in-law is great, patient, loving and one of the kindest women and she is great with their children. But I think she had a hard way to go initially when it came to my mother and now they are cool as peas in a pod. In talking to my sister-in-law over the weekend I think she put it best when she said my soon to be mother-in-law is just “pissing on a fire hydrant”. And that is exactly what she is doing, trying to mark her territory with me. She also suggested that we move out of state quick fast and in a hurry. LOL

Happy Dreams

I WANT

2007-02-06T10:41:00.000-05:00

I want a new car. Want is the key word here. I know I might not need it but I sure as hell want it real bad. The car I have is the only car I have ever owned. It runs pretty well and it’s a Honda so that means it will probably run for the rest of my life. But I want a new car damn it.

My car has 148K miles on it, it was broken into last year and they stole my cd player that I only had for a year. I think they also tried to get my airbag but ran out of time. So now I have a pen stuck under the radio to help hold it in place and keep it wedged in the dash. A few weeks back my drivers side widow got stuck in the down position, the night before our first snow was expected. The fiancée and his brother got it back on track but it’s still shady when the window may decide it wants to stay down.

So one day last week I snapped. I went to the bank and was looking like an idiot while stand in the drive thru lane (I had forgotten my window was iffy). I want a new car damn it, I already know what I want, so what the hell is the hold up. So two nights ago the fiancée notices I had a headlight out as we were leaving from watching the boring Super Bowl with some friends. He waited till I was safely in the house before telling me for fear I might run my car into a wall (I’m guessing). So here I am last night in the bitter cold holding a flash light while he tries to replace the light bulb. Which ends up falling into the lense of the headlight. End of store – paid someone to fix headlight and I got an extra rolling around in there for safekeeping.

I understand that the issues with my car are mainly cosmetic but am I suppose to wait for it to break down on some back road before I can get a new one? It does make a weird nose in the mornings when it’s cold. And when I apply the break the whole car vibrates. Isn’t that enough people?

In Good Health

2007-02-05T17:08:00.000-05:00

For those that don’t know I can be a tad bit dramatic. Just a tad. And recently I had some medical issues that came up that caused me some great concern. I now that my faith says give it unto the Lord and do not worry, but by nature I am a worrier.

So when there was the possibility that I had a “goiter” I started having dreams of large crazy shaped objects growing from my throat/neck area. Or my fiancé running from me at the alter once he pulled the veil back and seeing my “goiter” protruding from the top of my beautiful wedding gown. And then there was the one when I stopped breathing because the growth had gotten so large my airway was blocked. True dreams and thoughts people.

All that to say that it’s not a “goiter”. Thank God. “Goiter” is still one of the most ugly words ever in my mind.

Anywho I also had some other heath concerns going on at the same time as the “goiter’ fiasco so that may be why my vivid imagination go the better of me. I met with a very nice Asian doctor. So I gave him the run down of my medical history going back as far as high school, and he is listening and asking questions and apologizing for not having eye contact because of the new electronic system everyone is being forced to use. So after taking all his notes (no physical exam yet) he says to me:

Dr: - “well you don’t have cancer, you want to know how I know?”
Me: - As I clutched my imaginary pearls because I had thoughts of being on my deathbed, I ask how do you know that for sure?
Dr: - “cause you would have been dead by now.”

As weird as it was it really made me feel better. I still have a few more test that need to be ran but I do know that I am not dying tomorrow, well at least not from cancer or a “goiter” attack.

Goiter

2007-01-29T12:23:00.000-05:00

Isn’t that such an ugly word? The first thing I think about when I hear the word Goiter is that Seinfeld episode where Elaine was helping some old lady. All she had to do was go over and visit with her for a few hours spend some time with her. But the women had a goiter “the size of a football” (I believe is how it was described) growing from her neck. It was so hideous that Elaine could hardly look at the women.

So I have a large Thyroid and this came up last year at my physical. Doctor order blood work and everything came back fine. So I went back last week for something un related to my neck area and this time she is wanted to take a closer look at my thyroid so she recommended having an ultrasound done. The nice lady that performs the easy procedure said to me “the doctor will review your goiter and call your doctor with his report”. I almost started crying right there. I don’t want a football size lump growing from my neck. No wedding dress in the world can hind that deformity.

God Help Me.

5 Things You Didn't Know About Me

2007-01-19T13:57:00.000-05:00

Okay I guess Avin tagged me cause I have not been updating that frequently. So here goes it.

1. I am really clumsy, some know, most do not. But I am a complete klutz, walking without tripping is a task, falling every so often is the norm for me. Most of the time these accidents occur in the privacy of the house but every now and then it occurs for the whole world to see. Like right before the holidays when I fell in the parking lot at my job. Still have no clue what caused me to fall. I am going skiing in March and god knows I can’t break anything that close to the big wedding date.

2. I have never had to physically fight anyone (besides my brothers). I did smack the snot out this little girl when I was like 6 but she didn’t hit me back. So does that make it a fight? I think not. I’ve been ready to fight several times and it always seemed like it was with a fat girl that I was gonna have to get on with. One day I came to school no jewelry, hair pulled back, Vaseline on my face. The girl beat up my friend at the bus stop instead. LOL. I talked a lot of trash but never had to back it up. But don’t get it twisted I am ready to back it up if need be.

3. I secretly dream of one day being able to impregnate men. I think that if that were possible I would have like 20 kids and a bunch of baby daddies. I would be a deadbeat parent, not pay child support but I would be there to spend time with my kids. I want men to feel what women have to go through to take care of their children.

4. I had a dog name Taffy when I was younger and my father had her put to sleep when we moved. I stopped eating my favorite candy at the time Laffy Taffy because I thought my dog was in it. This is back when Laffy Taffy came in those large square piece and there were jokes on the inside of the wrapper.

5. I wanted to be an archeologist. I think that was my first passion before I really got into math/numbers. I even went on an archeological dig here in MD with my mother a long time ago. It was interesting. I guess because I am not that interested in history that dream never panned out. I used to think that I would go to Egypt one day and go on a dig.

There it is people 5 things you didn’t know but now you know. I guess I am going to have to tag some people now; Lu and Taa get to posting on myspace.

Update

2007-01-11T09:16:00.000-05:00

I know it’s been a long time since I posted. I have heard everyone’s complaints – LuLu. So I got lots of shit to talk about, some deep shit, so not deep at all.

First off – the Organization Specialist was not as bad as I thought it would be. She came and she made suggestions. She thinks she can get the one closet done in an hour and a half. LOL I would like to see that happen. So we left our meeting with a tentative date for her to come back and get started. She was going to call me to confirm. Well the day of that tentative date she calls maybe 15 minutes before the tentative time, and asked if we are still on. Okay colored me confused but when you say you is going to call and confirm in my world that means before the actual day. Since I didn’t hear from her I schedule an appointment and for those that know me I don’t play with my hair appointment. My stylist doesn’t play that late stuff either. So needless to say Organization Specialist hasn’t been back yet.

Secondly – A little promo for Dreamgirls and Pursuit of Happyness both excellent movies. Jennifer Hudson is the bomb. I watched American Idol when she was on and she did not have that same confidence she had in the movie. In my opinion she was way better then Beyonce. And Will Smith will make you cry with his portrayal of Mr. Gardner’s struggle for Happyness.

Thirdly – My beloved cat Peri may have to find a new home. I think he has “night terror” something I have diagnosed. Last week we are both sleeping comfortable in my bed, him on top the covers near my stomach (helps keep me warm in the winter). When all of a sudden he flips the HELL out. I have no clue what causes it all I know is I end up all scratched up afterwards. This is the not the first time this has happened, but this is the first time he scratch my face. So I get frightened out of my sleep at 4 in the morning, run to the bathroom to check my face cause I just knew I had a long slash across my left brow. Luckily for Peri it was just a dot, but the fact that he was that close to my face is terrifying. Doesn’t he know I am getting married this year and I can’t possible walk around with scratches on my face any day especially my wedding day.

Which leads me to my final topic – I AM GETTING MARRIED PEOPLE! Can you believe it? I can’t believe in 9 more months I will be someone’s wife. I absolutely love this man with all my heart and know that he is just for me. I have no doubts about that! Yes he may work my nerves some times, he is a sports junky, and a little messy but he is the best man for me. Besides doesn’t everyone’s spouse get on his or her nerves at some point in time?

There is much more I need to talk about – screwed up family issues, bridesmaids dress, exercise and dieting.

Stay Tuned.

Short and Sweet

2006-12-08T16:05:00.000-05:00

The dreaded day is almost here. The Organizational Specialist is coming tomorrow to do an “assessment” of the area. (Doesn't that sound like I am infected with something?) I am out of my mind with nervousness. I want to clean up so she doesn’t see things looking a complete disaster, but then on the other hand she needs to get a true since of the ciaos that I battle daily with my clothes and shoes.

I was thinking about having a few drinks and having a go at the rooms tonight. Try and get as much done as I can until the drinks kick into full gear. Sounds like a plan to me. Have a great weekend everyone.

Question for the Ladies

2006-12-05T16:31:00.000-05:00

Do you ever think back about your previous opposite sex involvements and wonder what in the hell you were thinking? I could have called them ex’s but in my book they were never “boyfriends” just someone that helped occupy some time.

There was the not so attractive one, the no good one, the thug, the stripper, the married man the list can go on for days. I some times think back over some of these “time occupiers” (is that a word) and get a little sick to the stomach. But at the time they didn’t make me sick but now they do. What was I lacking then that made me think he is fine as wine? Yes his penis is the size of my pinky but that’s okay, we’ll make it work. What drug was I smoking?

I know I am not the only women that has been through this, I am just one of the lucky ones that made it out with no real baggage or any children from some country bamma that I thought was cuter then Tim McGraw, who is by far the cutest country singer/husband in all the land.

My concern/question is why do we go through this ladies? I think for me it had to be a period of loneliness maybe even desperation. What else could explain settling for something deep down you know is not good for you or compromises your every belief?

I dated a lot of clown’s people and I am so wonderfully blessed and happy to have found my Prince Charming. Goodness I love me some him! Okay this is not where this entry was supposed to be going.

Sorry I digress. Ladies be strong hold on to your morals and learn from your mistakes don’t keep repeating them.

Organization Specialist

2006-12-04T16:20:00.000-05:00

Ever heard of one? I hadn’t till a few weeks ago, and now I have one. Let me break it down for you. Apparently as soon as I get married all my belongings and me must vacate my current residence and move to the new residence immediately. Basically my mother wants all my shit out as soon as possible. And to help in that process it was recommended by none other then my mother that I hire an Organizational Specialist to come and help me start to get organized. When I say recommended I really mean my mother said call this lady here is the number, she can help you, NOW.

I will admit that my clothes have taken over two bedrooms included the closets. And more recently it looks like utter ciaos stretching from my bedroom to my bathroom and down the hall to the spare bedroom. The bed in the spare bedroom looks like a clothing bomb went off. I will admit that I have let things get out of hand; I will wash clothes and throw the clothes on top of the pile of clean clothes from the last wash on the bed. It has gotten so bad I don’t even know where to begin to clean it up.

Hence the Organization Specialist (I guess) she is going to come in and help me figure out a better course of action. I thought about just hiring a cleaning person but a one time clean is not what I need. I need to bull doze everything and start fresh. I hope she doesn’t have any cat allergies. I haven’t been able to vacuum for a while due to the clothes and shoes everywhere. God I hope this doesn’t turn into a nightmare. I almost feel like I need to clean up before she comes because of how bad it looks.

So Organization Specialist come and do your magic. I will keep you all posted on how things turn out.

The Love of My Life

2006-11-29T16:49:00.000-05:00

I just need to spend some time gushing over the Fiancée. I never thought I would find someone that I never would good tired of. In the past I was quick to kick someone to the curb for simple things like he called too early on Saturday mornings, or he breaths to loud, or I didn’t like the way he walks. Something just crazy and out the blue and I was out the door.

But this handsome man that I have in my like now is great. I never tire of his company and we laugh laugh laugh. Yes he is a sports fanatic but that is okay, yes he is mamma’s baby but so am I and we are working past that too, and yes some times he may get on my nerves but I never once wanted him out of my life. He is consistent and never weavers in how he feels for me and wanting to be with me. Even in the beginning when I had my 3-layer concrete wall up, he stood patiently and slowly but surely chipped/chiseled his way through to my heart. We complete each other: when I am being stubborn and mean he reminds me to lighten up some. When he is being Mr. Nice Guy and letting someone walk over him I remind him its okay to say no sometimes.

He is even learning to accept my cat. Even though he doesn’t like him, he is making an effort to try and be friendly with the little beast. He has learned to accept my Coach addiction, he doesn’t like it but he accepts it (I had to break it down to him in football terms for him to finally get it. Ravens season tickets are the same as new Coach purse in my eyes). He accepts my obsessive compulsive behavior he doesn’t like it but he has learned the sooner he lets me pull everything off the bed at night and put it back the soon we both will get to sleep.

I am so blessed and thankful that we found each other. I just want to share that: I LOVE ME SOME HIM.

He has been out of town a couple of days maybe I am missing him…
304 days to go!

Pet Love

2006-11-27T16:46:00.000-05:00

I thought this to be hilarious. I have mention before I have the cutest black cat in the world. Although some times he is down right crazy and mean, and beats up my mothers dog (a German Shepard punk).

So my mother went to spend Thanksgiving with her family (that’s a whole different story I might tell one day), so I have been home caring for the kids. By kids I mean her 9 year old Shepard and my 6 year old cat. I say they are our kids because some times it really feels like we have 2 toddlers in the house. Some times they fight, at times they ignore each other and other times they team up and work together to get what they want.

So I believe last weeks craziness started Thursday evening, there was a fight in the hallway. And this almost always happens when I have just gotten comfortable in bed. So I go out to break the kids up cause the dog is yelping. I make my “devil” cat as the fiancée calls him go down stairs. I notice he is not to happy with me and I try to back away slowly to get my water bottle to use to protect myself and the dog, but as I turn my back this little bad seed jumps me from behind and leaves a long scratch down the front of my shin. So I proceeded to wet his little mean ass from head to toe.

So Friday night I am sleeping nice and sound when the dog comes in and wakes me up to take her outside at like 4 am. I stumble my way down two flights of steps and back up but she is still restless. Usually when that happens I lay in my mothers room cause she is more comfortable sleeping on the floor next to her bed.

Sidebar: before my mother left she cleaned the house like the top of the Chrysler building, which included clean sheets and a new comforter on her bed.

So I took a picture and sent it to her and blamed the kids for messing her bed up. I don’t think she found it as funny as I did. It looks like he is trying to make himself as flat as possible like I can’t see him laying there. Hilarious!!!

Dress Shopping #4 and Final

2006-11-17T17:21:00.000-05:00

I forgot to mention I picked my wedding gown. And yes I picked the expensive as hell one. This is how I see it – I could get a dress I like and paid $400 or I could get a dressed I LOVED for my very special day and pay more. I am paying for this dress all by myself so it was totally my decision. Best believe I am going to be sexy and fly on my wedding day.

I told the fiancée he will love it and he will see it often. I am going to be in the house cleaning and cooking in my beautiful wedding gown. My neighbors are going to say “there goes the crazy lady in her wedding dress again” as I walk the dog in the neighborhood. So if you see a lady in her wedding gown often any time after September 29 it may just be me.

Since I am getting my dress custom made I have 5 fittings. Which is great I can lose weight up to a few weeks before the wedding. So the plan is to start a diet January and increase exercise. My goal is to get to a size 8. I am currently a 10 – 12 so I think that is a very obtainable goal. Keep me encouraged folks.

316 days to go and counting.

I Might Have a Stalker on My Hands

2006-11-17T16:06:00.000-05:00

This has been going on for some time now. And unintentionally I may have started this interaction. But I would like the record to show (channeling Clara Huxtable) that I never NEVER flirt with this young man. Also let the record show that if he was the last man on earth I would choose to hump a wall rather then pick him. Lets call him the office dork.

I don’t remember who initiated personal conversations but I do remember having long discussions about his girlfriend (at the time) and they’re soon to be break up. How depressed he was and how he couldn’t get over her blah blah blah. I tried to encourage office dork to get involved with old hobbies and friends to try and take the pain of the break up away. So he continued to cry about her and I started to become less and less patient with him, especially since I didn’t know the whole story behind the break up. Office dork kept saying lets go to lunch and I will feel you in on the whole story. I never took him up on this offer. My fear was that he would start crying and I would just have to get up from the table and walk back to the office.

All during this time he always would paid me compliments “you look great today”, “you don’t need to loose any weight”, and the most recent “if I drink around you I would probably be hitting on you all night”. (I just threw up a little in my mouth as I typed that) When he makes these comments I never return the compliment I just say thanks or nothing at all and keep it moving. But yet he persists on saying stuff and it makes me uncomfortable.

So the last straw came yesterday. Office dork works in a different department then I, but he always invites me to go with his departments for happy hour. I used to say I will try and make it but I never have gone out with them. So he invites me to yet another happy hour and I of course say no. He of course has to respond back with “I didn’t think you would”, so I ask “then why do you keep asking”. This is when he makes the comment about its best I don’t come because with him drinking he would be hitting on me all night. So I am done, I am sick of the comments and no longer will tolerate it.

I could kind of understand if this banter was mutual but its all one side, never encourage and never reciprocated. So its time I put my foot down I refused to be harassed any long especially by someone as fuggly and appalling has office dork. I told the fiancée and he suggested getting a voice disguise box and calling him and make a few threats. I told him to hold on to that idea we may need it later but I am first going to try and be professional about this. I kindly sent office dork an email and asked him to stop. But I am sure in a few months he will be right back to the same thing and then I might have to have the fiancée to kick is ass.

Doesn't Sound Like a Good Idea

2006-11-17T00:19:00.000-05:00

This fool has got to be the dumbest person alive aside from Kevin Federline that is. Have you heard Mike’s ass will now be available for purchase at Heidi Fleiss’ new legal brothel for women in Nevada?

Now what women in her right mind would pick Mike Tyson of all the men to choose from at this brothel? Mike Tyson the one that used Robin Givens as a punching bag. Mike Tyson the one that raped a woman. Mike Tyson the one that bit off a mans ear. Mike Tyson the one that can’t go anywhere crowded without getting into a fight. Mike Tyson the one that has that tribal tattoo on his face. Yes ladies that Mike Tyson.

He might get you back in that room and chock the shit out you. What in the world is wrong with this picture? Maybe he is that desperate for money since he is broke now, I am not sure. But I will say it doesn’t sound like a good idea to me.

New Technology

2006-11-15T14:42:00.000-05:00

The Fiancée and me got new phones. We were with Nextel and as we all know they SUCK. So the Fiancée’s contract was up but mine isn’t for another few months. So Nextel has been calling him trying to get him to resign a contract and give him a new phone for free blah blah blah. Well guess what happens while he is on the phone with them. You guessed it, the call drops (as usual). We go to Verizon and switched networks and got new phones.

So I have this damn phone and I have some much trouble using it. Yes I know I just got the phone but in past I read the manual and I am up and running. This phone – I read the manual and I am still scratching my head. So I go to the website and go through the online tutorial service. Still a little confused but starting to see the light. There is also a cd-rom that comes with the phone. Maybe once I do that I will be up and rolling and calling.

But in the process of having my phone for three days I realize I cannot access the internet like I was told I could. I take it to the store they check it and say call data support. Which I do, I spend 50 minutes on the phone with data support all for her to say I need to do a hard reset. I call back to the store and check with them, making sure I don’t lose all my contact information. They have been very nice and say they can back my information up and reinstall after the hard reset. Cool beans.

So after my exercise class I go back up to the store I made the original purchase because they are expecting me at the technical support window. Explain everything to the gentlemen, he takes my phone looks at it, takes the battery out (which I had done earlier) and looks at me and says, “you want a hard reset”?

I am at the technical support window, right?

So I respond nicely “yes data support suggested a hard reset and since my information is not back up yet I needed for you to pull all my contacts out reset the damn phone and put my contacts back in”. His reply “ I don’t know how to do a hard reset on a Q”

What in the sam hell is going on here?

Needles to say I still have this new piece of machinery that I don’t fully understand how to use, but I refuse to let the “Q” beat me. I will beat the “Q” (or slam it into a wall and get an easier phone to use).

I Wear a Mask

2006-11-06T16:27:00.000-05:00

I wear a mask.

I walk around looking put together for the most part. I have a pretty good job, I have a great Fiancée, I am involved in church, and I have great friends. To look at me you would never believe the screwed up family issues I have.

I wear a mask.

What I hear is that this is supposed to be one of the happiest times of my life. Planning a wedding and preparing for marriage life. Well for me it is the source of the greatest internal struggle I think I have ever experienced. And I am not happy.

I wear a mask.

I smile all pretty when anyone asks me about my wedding. How are the plans going? I smile and say they are going great. When in the back of my mind I think eloping is sounding better and better. Only the two most important people need to be there, the Fiancée and me. Right?

I wear a mask.

Only 327 more days to go.

Here is Your Wildlife Lesson For the Day

2006-11-06T16:10:00.000-05:00

These damn birds scare me :

And I think they are following me. I see them all the time and it seems like nobody notices them but me. They are huge nasty looking things. When I first mention to my mother and the Fiancée that we had vultures in the area they didn’t believe me. So I went and did some research and here we have Turkey Vultures in Maryland.

During the summer when I see them I let my windows up in the car, I run from the car to the house or wherever it is I am going. I really think they are going to try and pluck my eyes out. They give me the creeps. I hate these ugly nasty ass birds.

Last week I was on my way to work and I lie to you not I saw about 20-25 perched on three street lights in a row. What the hell? I think they are following me. Some times I see them and they are just sitting there with their big ass wings spread open like they are waiting for me to have my window down so they can sweep in a snatch my eyes.

Vultures can range from 25 to 32 inches long and with a wind span of 6 feet. And I do believe I have seen several of the larger family members on my route to and from work. Maybe I am seeing so many now because there seems to also be a large amount of roadkill on the roads. You would think that I live in the country and not in a city but yes there are deer carcass everywhere and them damn ugly birds feed off of them.

In conclusion I read on the Turkey Vulture Society website that this nasty bird is protected by the international Migratory Bird Treaties reach means if I try and kill one I will probably get in trouble.

I'm A Slacker

2006-10-30T13:33:00.000-05:00

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?

Dress Shopping #3

2006-10-20T14:44:00.001-04:00

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

Ode to Steve McNair

2006-10-18T11:36:00.000-04:00

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?

2006-10-18T10:29:00.000-04:00

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?

2006-10-18T10:04:00.000-04:00

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!

Dress Shopping #2

2006-10-17T16:38:00.000-04:00

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

2006-10-17T15:29:00.000-04:00

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 the 13th

2006-10-13T09:23:00.000-04:00

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.

Project Runway Fans!!!

2006-10-12T12:10:00.000-04:00

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.

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

2006-10-10T16:36:00.000-04:00

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.

"Out of Pocket"

2006-10-06T15:46:00.000-04:00

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

2006-10-06T09:50:00.000-04:00

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.

The Fiancée aka The Thing

2006-10-04T10:13:00.000-04:00

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.

Raising Lunatics

2006-10-03T14:59:00.000-04:00

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.

Funk

2006-10-02T14:33:00.000-04:00

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…

Wedding Planning 101

2006-09-29T16:25:00.000-04:00

So I got engaged last month and I was floating on cloud 9 for about 8.5 seconds and then I realized THE REAL WORK IS ABOUT TO START. People didn't waste any time in asking "when are you getting married"? Hell I don't know it took two years to get engaged, get the hell out my face and let me enjoy my engagement. Unless you plan on elopping or not getting married for a few years, there isn't much time to enjoy your engagement. You got to pick a date, reserve you pastor, find a reception site, photographer, dress, have an engagement party, send out engagement notices, start your guest list, loss weight, exercise your ass off - lets all take a deep breath. Shit.

I say all this to say - I have another planning meeting this evening with my coordinators.
God bless and good night.

To Hell In A Hand Basket

2006-09-29T13:44:00.000-04:00

Isn’t that the saying to use when it seems everything and everyone seems to have gone mad?
What in the hell is wrong with people now of days? Is there something in the water that is making people flip their wig? I am so disgusted with the state of the human race.

There has been two widely published baby snatchings recently. Who thinks “I am going to get me a baby today? Let me go and cut this expecting mothers stomach open and steal her baby”. Or let me go and steal this baby out the arms of the mother because no will notice that she now has no baby and I magically do. Who thinks like that? And on top of that kidnap her other children, kill them and hide them in the washer and dryer. What in the hell is wrong with these women? You know you have to be extremely crazy to be able to cut a person open look past all the blood and organs and dig for a baby. I gave blood last night and almost passed out at the site of my own blood, hell to the naw at looking at someone else’s blood.

So in Colorado this week a man walked into a high school took hostages, sexually assaulted one or more of the hostages, killed one and then himself. What was he on? Read today that he hung out at the school for about 45 minutes before picking a classroom to attack. Why was this man able to chill with the kids and in the halls of a school? He looks old as dirt to me, which would have clued me in that he aint suppose to be here.

Lastly the fool Thursday in Florida that killed a police officer, his dog and wounded another officer. What was he smoking? What was in the car that he didn’t want the rap for? And was it so bad that killing a police officer would make things all better?

This world is going to hell in a hand basket and the above-mentioned people will defiantly be wearing gasoline draws.

Getting Started

2006-09-27T14:14:00.000-04:00

Well here goes nothing. I have finally caved into the peer pressure to start my blog. The added psuh is the fact that my old ass brother as started his blog and is doing very well with it. So to not be out done by the old man I decided to give this a shot.

What will I talk about you ask? Well everything - random crazy thoughts I have, my up coming wedding, soon to be in-laws, current news events, retarded celebreates, etc. You name it I might talk about it. So I hope you all can follow my random thougths.

Lets jump right into it. What in the sam hell is wrong with Terrell Owens? Did his mother not hug him as a child? Did his daddy beat him? What makes TO so desperate for attention? This fool has gone and tried to commit suicide. But he did make sure to take them pills with someone in his presence and to tell her I am not happy. Nice attempt TO (insert eye roll here). I wish he would go climb under a rock some where. I don't like no cry baby ass man.

Well thats a start and there is much more to come. I hope you all enjoy.