Is there a remedy for kicking a song out of your head? I've had one stuck in mine for about three days now. It's one thing to go around humming the old tune. It's another when you catch yourself skipping a step and dancing to the beat...
But it's a whole different deal when it's the Old Navy Super Skirt jingle set to the tune of SuperFreak.
The people that came up with those Old Navy ad concepts need to be stuck in a room 24/7 listening to the jingles they came up with.
Seriously, this should be illegal.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Have a great Memorial Weekend.
Friday, May 27
Thursday, May 26
Chaotic: Part Two
Who knew there'd be a part two to this mess?
This time it's about Britney. This time, I knew I was watching this show. Incredible is in New York City, which means I watch whatever I want. Is it me or does it sound kind of like: when the parents are away the kids will play?
Last night, I did a run, took a quick shower, ate, and made myself comfortable on the couch. It was 7:57 when my phone rang and it was the boy. I quickly rolled my eyes and answered. Can you believe he asked me to record Contender for him because he was at a bar that was not showing it? No, we are not repeating last Tuesday night, so I told (lied) him that I had no free space on my one and only VHS tape. Which is sadly holding 4 episodes of Sex and the City.
Yes, I own the DVD's. I recorded them before the final 8 episodes were released in stores. Then I lent my whole DVD collection to a good friend (over a month ago) and haven't seen them, yet. I won't say who, but I'm looking right at the letters A and P. So, to tide me over I watch those episodes when I miss the 'girls'. So, I'll be damned if I record some boxing over it.
Incredible huffed. Oh, well. When I was out of town two weeks ago, I set my own VCR to record my favorite shows, like a big girl does. Reason #8, we are not living together.
I compromised and told him, I'd watch and text him the situation.
This is how those two text's read, not in order:
"Sergio won. I think this show is fixed"
"WTF? JT and Cameron are there!"
You know Incredible was upset that that was the only replay he got. The winner and some not-so-news to him celebrity gossip. Hee hee. I'm sorry I could care less who was fighting, but the arena was chock full of celebrity-goodness. I had to tell someone and none of my friends watch "Contender" or do they?
With Cameron and her man at the Contender Finale in Vegas that meant Justin was not home watching his Ex make a fool of herself. I am sure he must TiVo it and make fun of her later with Cameron. I can just hear that annoying Cameron laugh right now, while she watches Britney 'think' she could have Brad Pitt. You know that laugh? I hate that laugh but I also dislike Cameron, so...
Seriously, I wonder what he thinks of this mess that he used to date and love? You know he probably rolls his eyes and thanks the Reality TV Gods, that now we all can see what a crazy she is and why he really broke it off with her.
Either way, I will let you know that I enjoy Chaotic. I love drunk Britney; she is so much fun. You know what I love more than Drunk Britney? Sexed Britney...I nearly lost it when Kevin asked her if she was feeling great. She said, she was. Why? "because the sex is great" Holla! I love it. This show makes me like her more because we can all see that her trashy ways are fo' real, y'all.
This time it's about Britney. This time, I knew I was watching this show. Incredible is in New York City, which means I watch whatever I want. Is it me or does it sound kind of like: when the parents are away the kids will play?
Last night, I did a run, took a quick shower, ate, and made myself comfortable on the couch. It was 7:57 when my phone rang and it was the boy. I quickly rolled my eyes and answered. Can you believe he asked me to record Contender for him because he was at a bar that was not showing it? No, we are not repeating last Tuesday night, so I told (lied) him that I had no free space on my one and only VHS tape. Which is sadly holding 4 episodes of Sex and the City.
Yes, I own the DVD's. I recorded them before the final 8 episodes were released in stores. Then I lent my whole DVD collection to a good friend (over a month ago) and haven't seen them, yet. I won't say who, but I'm looking right at the letters A and P. So, to tide me over I watch those episodes when I miss the 'girls'. So, I'll be damned if I record some boxing over it.
Incredible huffed. Oh, well. When I was out of town two weeks ago, I set my own VCR to record my favorite shows, like a big girl does. Reason #8, we are not living together.
I compromised and told him, I'd watch and text him the situation.
This is how those two text's read, not in order:
"Sergio won. I think this show is fixed"
"WTF? JT and Cameron are there!"
You know Incredible was upset that that was the only replay he got. The winner and some not-so-news to him celebrity gossip. Hee hee. I'm sorry I could care less who was fighting, but the arena was chock full of celebrity-goodness. I had to tell someone and none of my friends watch "Contender" or do they?
With Cameron and her man at the Contender Finale in Vegas that meant Justin was not home watching his Ex make a fool of herself. I am sure he must TiVo it and make fun of her later with Cameron. I can just hear that annoying Cameron laugh right now, while she watches Britney 'think' she could have Brad Pitt. You know that laugh? I hate that laugh but I also dislike Cameron, so...
Seriously, I wonder what he thinks of this mess that he used to date and love? You know he probably rolls his eyes and thanks the Reality TV Gods, that now we all can see what a crazy she is and why he really broke it off with her.
Either way, I will let you know that I enjoy Chaotic. I love drunk Britney; she is so much fun. You know what I love more than Drunk Britney? Sexed Britney...I nearly lost it when Kevin asked her if she was feeling great. She said, she was. Why? "because the sex is great" Holla! I love it. This show makes me like her more because we can all see that her trashy ways are fo' real, y'all.
Tuesday, May 24
A Communion of Sorts
In the building where I work, we have security guards. Mainly to keep the solicitors at bay and to make sure the bank across the hall is not robbed. They don't do a great job at either.
Most of the time they can be seen reading the newspaper, making personal calls, attacking a crossword puzzle, and harassing me. Well, I would be lying if I said I mind. Back when the security guards were young, college boys that one time gave me a rose, I didn't mind. Now, we have older women and a man.
This man is probably in his sixties. He is Black. With that said, let's get on with it:
Each day, this man runs to the door when he sees me coming. He insists on opening the door for me. It's nice, but it also comes along with: "How you doing today, sis?"; "Why didn't you curl your hair today, sis?; "Did you park in the employee section, sis?"; "That's a neat outfit you got on today, sis"; and "What church you go to, sis?". The last, I should have ignored but I didn't. I answered. Quick to put it together, he looked at me oddly and asked: "Is that a Black church?"
"No. I'm Catholic"
This is where I have to let you guys know something. Down here in Texas, it is very very very rare to meet a Black Catholic. I am not from Texas, neither are my parents whom baptized and raised us Catholic. It's really not my fault. Each time a Black (non-Catholic) finds out this information about me, they react as if I am the anti-Christ. It's not enough that I am a believer and do go to Church (every once and awhile), oh no, I am crazy because I am a Black Catholic. To the majority; you can only be Hispanic and Catholic in Texas.
Don't ask because I have yet, to get that as well.
"You're a what, now, sis?" He asked. I explained it to him. I'm used to it. "Well, then, sis, we need to get you to a real Church"
Don't hate on him, yet because this is about the same response I get from every Black person.
"Don't worry, I'm good. Really, I am. Thanks" I said. There have been many times that I have fought for my right, but once you do it more than five times, you learn to just ignore.
"Uh, okay, sis...but when you are ready to believe, come let me know"
End of that. Every other day forward, he asks me if today is the day that I will believe. Every other day, I reply with a Hail Mary.
Then, one day, my oh so very white boyfriend stopped into the offices. That was the whip cream on top of the chocolate pudding for our security guard. Hell just broke loose.
After I walked Incredible out to his car and came back to the building; there he was arms folded--not opening the door. I walked in.
"Sis, I got to ask you a question" He said.
"Yes?"
"That's your boyfriend, right? Is he a believer?" He asked.
"Oh yeah. He's Catholic, too." Wrong answer...oh gosh, why I didn't think...but it was the truth.
"Hmm...I see, sis, I see. Well, you know we are what we eat."
Ewww! What did that mean, seriously what does that mean?
Can I sue for sexual harassment or something? Did he imply that I ate my boyfriend and that's how I became Catholic?*
I wanted to shout back: I don't swallow!
*I know that is not what he meant. But seriously--what did he mean by that?
Most of the time they can be seen reading the newspaper, making personal calls, attacking a crossword puzzle, and harassing me. Well, I would be lying if I said I mind. Back when the security guards were young, college boys that one time gave me a rose, I didn't mind. Now, we have older women and a man.
This man is probably in his sixties. He is Black. With that said, let's get on with it:
Each day, this man runs to the door when he sees me coming. He insists on opening the door for me. It's nice, but it also comes along with: "How you doing today, sis?"; "Why didn't you curl your hair today, sis?; "Did you park in the employee section, sis?"; "That's a neat outfit you got on today, sis"; and "What church you go to, sis?". The last, I should have ignored but I didn't. I answered. Quick to put it together, he looked at me oddly and asked: "Is that a Black church?"
"No. I'm Catholic"
This is where I have to let you guys know something. Down here in Texas, it is very very very rare to meet a Black Catholic. I am not from Texas, neither are my parents whom baptized and raised us Catholic. It's really not my fault. Each time a Black (non-Catholic) finds out this information about me, they react as if I am the anti-Christ. It's not enough that I am a believer and do go to Church (every once and awhile), oh no, I am crazy because I am a Black Catholic. To the majority; you can only be Hispanic and Catholic in Texas.
Don't ask because I have yet, to get that as well.
"You're a what, now, sis?" He asked. I explained it to him. I'm used to it. "Well, then, sis, we need to get you to a real Church"
Don't hate on him, yet because this is about the same response I get from every Black person.
"Don't worry, I'm good. Really, I am. Thanks" I said. There have been many times that I have fought for my right, but once you do it more than five times, you learn to just ignore.
"Uh, okay, sis...but when you are ready to believe, come let me know"
End of that. Every other day forward, he asks me if today is the day that I will believe. Every other day, I reply with a Hail Mary.
Then, one day, my oh so very white boyfriend stopped into the offices. That was the whip cream on top of the chocolate pudding for our security guard. Hell just broke loose.
After I walked Incredible out to his car and came back to the building; there he was arms folded--not opening the door. I walked in.
"Sis, I got to ask you a question" He said.
"Yes?"
"That's your boyfriend, right? Is he a believer?" He asked.
"Oh yeah. He's Catholic, too." Wrong answer...oh gosh, why I didn't think...but it was the truth.
"Hmm...I see, sis, I see. Well, you know we are what we eat."
Ewww! What did that mean, seriously what does that mean?
Can I sue for sexual harassment or something? Did he imply that I ate my boyfriend and that's how I became Catholic?*
I wanted to shout back: I don't swallow!
*I know that is not what he meant. But seriously--what did he mean by that?
Not So Delicato
Saturday night Incredible and I had what some would call a "date night". Since that phrase makes him roll his eyes; we had an "outing". What is wrong with 'date night'? To him, every night is date night. Awww.
Remember last week when I got all excited about Sushi Zushi? Guess what? We went there for dinner Saturday night! WHOO HOO! I nearly peed my pants when Incredible called and asked me out to try it. I didn't even pick up the menu and ordered a delicato roll - my absolute favorite with a Japanese salad on the side. Funny, two of the chefs/sushi rollers behind the counter were from my original Zushi in San Antonio.
Then my man got tipsy on Sake. This would have been okay if we were not headed to the Nasher Sculpture exhibits following dinner. Uhm hmm. Words like; orgasm, cocaine, and fuck were said amongst the hoity-toity museum dwellers. This would have been fine, if he knew how to whisper when tipsy. This would have been fine, if I too, were tipsy. This would have been fine if some older man, didn't keep giving us mean looks.
Remember last week when I got all excited about Sushi Zushi? Guess what? We went there for dinner Saturday night! WHOO HOO! I nearly peed my pants when Incredible called and asked me out to try it. I didn't even pick up the menu and ordered a delicato roll - my absolute favorite with a Japanese salad on the side. Funny, two of the chefs/sushi rollers behind the counter were from my original Zushi in San Antonio.
Then my man got tipsy on Sake. This would have been okay if we were not headed to the Nasher Sculpture exhibits following dinner. Uhm hmm. Words like; orgasm, cocaine, and fuck were said amongst the hoity-toity museum dwellers. This would have been fine, if he knew how to whisper when tipsy. This would have been fine, if I too, were tipsy. This would have been fine if some older man, didn't keep giving us mean looks.
Hollaback Girls
I'll let you guys in on a secret: when I was single I was brave. Correction: BRAVE. Now, that I am paired up, the level of braveness is up BRAVE to the tenth power. I have nothing to lose.
If you complain that you cannot meet any men in our city. You a) are going to the wrong places; b) have way too high of standards; or c) are not doing enough about it.
Toxic is definitely C.
AP, me, and Toxic Friend met up at TABC (bar/grill) Friday night. This place is crawling with young professionals. The ratio of men is definitely in the woman's favor here. This night in particular was Game night. Mavs v. Suns. So the ratio was high in a single girl's favor. If I were single, I know I would have left with at least one man's number or vice versa. I'm not boasting, but it's like I said before: I am BRAVE.
As it turned out Toxic did as she does best.
We sat down in the patio area. AP spotted our Guy first. He was with a table which could be called a Melting Pot. Any kind of spice that you like, was in attendance at that table. There was White, Black, Asian, Black/Asian mix, and Hispanic. Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Moe, you feel me?
Our Guy was tall, built, dark eyes, dark hair, dark olive skin, and perfect on the eyes. I took it a bit further and loved the way he carried himself: the way he spoke on his phone, the way he stood, the way he listened to conversations---he was very much into whatever he was doing. He looked genuinely interested in all that was happening.
AP switched seats with Toxic; so that Toxic didn't have to twist her head all out of control to get a look at our Guy. She agreed, he was her kind of Guy, too. She was interested. If this was 1995, I would have been Dionne and AP would have been Cher and we both would have yelled out simultaneously: "Project!", with glee.
AP laid it down for Toxic. Toxic agreed. The question remained, how would we get him over here? Let's just say this, when Toxic went to the bathroom, AP and I both agreed. If it were one of us, single and interested, we would just get up and go over there and start a conversation. That was not the case. Dang!
Toxic came back. I told her, "Listen, that guy is coming over here by the end of the night. Are you prepared?"
She must have thought I was joking. Ha ha ha ha---NOT. He was coming over, either from my come hither stare or I would stop on his way back from the bathroom.
It was the latter. She was not prepared.
As he walked by, I stopped him in his tracks and had my ice breaker all ready: "Why do you have two cell phones?" I asked. (observation is vital)
"Oh. Ha. One is my personal phone and the other is my Bat Phone for work" Ooh whee, personality, too? I likey. From there the conversation went on and on. He told us about his job, how he was from the East Coast, his run in with drugs here in Dallas, and (hold your breath) how he just loved Texas girls, all the while looking directly at Toxic. Then when he asked us all a question: he went to her first to answer! (and I was the closest to him and she was the farthest)
Hello? Toxic? Were you listening?
unfortunately...no.
She gave her answer and that's all she gave. I can bring the horse to the water, but I cannot make it drink. AP and I gave each other a look. With that our Guy was back to his Melting Pot table and Toxic was empty-handed.
I never want to hear from Toxic again how she cannot meet men. Never, ever. I have given her all I can: places to meet men, a Dallas dating guide, and invited her out when the ratio/scenario was the same as this incident.
If AP or I were in the single mood, we would have left with our Guy's number and I know some other friends of mine, sure would have as well. If not, consider this your warning.
If you complain that you cannot meet any men in our city. You a) are going to the wrong places; b) have way too high of standards; or c) are not doing enough about it.
Toxic is definitely C.
AP, me, and Toxic Friend met up at TABC (bar/grill) Friday night. This place is crawling with young professionals. The ratio of men is definitely in the woman's favor here. This night in particular was Game night. Mavs v. Suns. So the ratio was high in a single girl's favor. If I were single, I know I would have left with at least one man's number or vice versa. I'm not boasting, but it's like I said before: I am BRAVE.
As it turned out Toxic did as she does best.
We sat down in the patio area. AP spotted our Guy first. He was with a table which could be called a Melting Pot. Any kind of spice that you like, was in attendance at that table. There was White, Black, Asian, Black/Asian mix, and Hispanic. Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Moe, you feel me?
Our Guy was tall, built, dark eyes, dark hair, dark olive skin, and perfect on the eyes. I took it a bit further and loved the way he carried himself: the way he spoke on his phone, the way he stood, the way he listened to conversations---he was very much into whatever he was doing. He looked genuinely interested in all that was happening.
AP switched seats with Toxic; so that Toxic didn't have to twist her head all out of control to get a look at our Guy. She agreed, he was her kind of Guy, too. She was interested. If this was 1995, I would have been Dionne and AP would have been Cher and we both would have yelled out simultaneously: "Project!", with glee.
AP laid it down for Toxic. Toxic agreed. The question remained, how would we get him over here? Let's just say this, when Toxic went to the bathroom, AP and I both agreed. If it were one of us, single and interested, we would just get up and go over there and start a conversation. That was not the case. Dang!
Toxic came back. I told her, "Listen, that guy is coming over here by the end of the night. Are you prepared?"
She must have thought I was joking. Ha ha ha ha---NOT. He was coming over, either from my come hither stare or I would stop on his way back from the bathroom.
It was the latter. She was not prepared.
As he walked by, I stopped him in his tracks and had my ice breaker all ready: "Why do you have two cell phones?" I asked. (observation is vital)
"Oh. Ha. One is my personal phone and the other is my Bat Phone for work" Ooh whee, personality, too? I likey. From there the conversation went on and on. He told us about his job, how he was from the East Coast, his run in with drugs here in Dallas, and (hold your breath) how he just loved Texas girls, all the while looking directly at Toxic. Then when he asked us all a question: he went to her first to answer! (and I was the closest to him and she was the farthest)
Hello? Toxic? Were you listening?
unfortunately...no.
She gave her answer and that's all she gave. I can bring the horse to the water, but I cannot make it drink. AP and I gave each other a look. With that our Guy was back to his Melting Pot table and Toxic was empty-handed.
I never want to hear from Toxic again how she cannot meet men. Never, ever. I have given her all I can: places to meet men, a Dallas dating guide, and invited her out when the ratio/scenario was the same as this incident.
If AP or I were in the single mood, we would have left with our Guy's number and I know some other friends of mine, sure would have as well. If not, consider this your warning.
Wednesday, May 18
Chaotic
This is not about Britney Spears. Sadly, it's not. I'm not some crazy Spears fan. I was counting down for her show: Chaotic.
I love to make fun of her and when it comes to reality television; I have no boundaries. Incredible told me he had to pack so he'd be over later. That made me glad. I cannot get into mindless television with him around. Plus he is not into reality television unless it's "Contender". I cooked Carbonara, by Incredible's request since he would be gone for the rest of the week; did two loads of laundry; did a 15 minute run; showered and into PJs and then I got comfy cozy on the couch. America's Next Top Model re-cap show was wrapping up. I was so excited: 3, 2, 1--Show on! I will admit I was entertained, girlfriend has no style when she is out on the streets but her house was kicking it. I laughed my butt off when she was jumping around like a monkey due to over doing the Starbucks. Then...my phone rang. It was Incredible so I picked up; he was downstairs making his way up----WTF? Ugh. Quickly, I ran to take the trash out and thought I'd make it back before him (in order to gain remote control); boy was I wrong. When I got back to the apartment; he was already sitting on the couch, bowl of carbonara in one hand and the remote in the other. I glanced at the screen; great, Britney was interviewing her dancers about relationships and commitment.
"What the F is this?" he asked.
"Uhm...Britney Spears' new reality show, haven't you heard about it?"
"No. She's dumb and dates white trash. Are you really watching this?"
"Uh, well...uhm...yeah?" I said. He looked at me like I was insane.
"We're not" and with that he changed the channel--ZAP!
He changed it to AMC...OH HOLY FUCK! KILL ME! I could've argued this since we were at my house and this was my television and I was watching it first. I know how to pick my battles...
We watched In the Heat of the Night. A really old movie with Rod Stiger and Sidney Poiter. We watched the whole deal and you know Incredible knew every line, subplot, and awards that it won. The whole time I was secretly wishing it was Britney and Kevin.
This is why we cannot live together. I live in the present year 2005 and he is stuck somewhere between 1950 and 1995. I cannot live like that. I cannot live with my TV on constant rotation of AMC and TMC. You may be saying, won't you have more than one television if you live together. You are right, we would have three. (currently he has two and I have the one) I'm old school and like to watch TV with my man, cuddling on the couch, and spending quality time together----he is never in town so those moments really count.
But it has to be said: I hope with all my might that UPN repeats it.
I love to make fun of her and when it comes to reality television; I have no boundaries. Incredible told me he had to pack so he'd be over later. That made me glad. I cannot get into mindless television with him around. Plus he is not into reality television unless it's "Contender". I cooked Carbonara, by Incredible's request since he would be gone for the rest of the week; did two loads of laundry; did a 15 minute run; showered and into PJs and then I got comfy cozy on the couch. America's Next Top Model re-cap show was wrapping up. I was so excited: 3, 2, 1--Show on! I will admit I was entertained, girlfriend has no style when she is out on the streets but her house was kicking it. I laughed my butt off when she was jumping around like a monkey due to over doing the Starbucks. Then...my phone rang. It was Incredible so I picked up; he was downstairs making his way up----WTF? Ugh. Quickly, I ran to take the trash out and thought I'd make it back before him (in order to gain remote control); boy was I wrong. When I got back to the apartment; he was already sitting on the couch, bowl of carbonara in one hand and the remote in the other. I glanced at the screen; great, Britney was interviewing her dancers about relationships and commitment.
"What the F is this?" he asked.
"Uhm...Britney Spears' new reality show, haven't you heard about it?"
"No. She's dumb and dates white trash. Are you really watching this?"
"Uh, well...uhm...yeah?" I said. He looked at me like I was insane.
"We're not" and with that he changed the channel--ZAP!
He changed it to AMC...OH HOLY FUCK! KILL ME! I could've argued this since we were at my house and this was my television and I was watching it first. I know how to pick my battles...
We watched In the Heat of the Night. A really old movie with Rod Stiger and Sidney Poiter. We watched the whole deal and you know Incredible knew every line, subplot, and awards that it won. The whole time I was secretly wishing it was Britney and Kevin.
This is why we cannot live together. I live in the present year 2005 and he is stuck somewhere between 1950 and 1995. I cannot live like that. I cannot live with my TV on constant rotation of AMC and TMC. You may be saying, won't you have more than one television if you live together. You are right, we would have three. (currently he has two and I have the one) I'm old school and like to watch TV with my man, cuddling on the couch, and spending quality time together----he is never in town so those moments really count.
But it has to be said: I hope with all my might that UPN repeats it.
Tuesday, May 17
I Cannot Wait For Lunch
Here is a salad that I re-created from the one that I had at Moonshine:
Strawberry vinaigrette
1 tablespoon of Smuckers strawberry topping
1 tablespoon of vinegar
1 tablespoon of olive oil
Whisk together and put aside.
About a handful of spinach, rinse, and chop.
1/4 of a red onion sliced.
Toss well in a bowl with dressing.
Top with 4 sliced strawberries and goat cheese.
Enjoy!
*This was for one serving, accommodate to how many servings you wish.
Strawberry vinaigrette
1 tablespoon of Smuckers strawberry topping
1 tablespoon of vinegar
1 tablespoon of olive oil
Whisk together and put aside.
About a handful of spinach, rinse, and chop.
1/4 of a red onion sliced.
Toss well in a bowl with dressing.
Top with 4 sliced strawberries and goat cheese.
Enjoy!
*This was for one serving, accommodate to how many servings you wish.
Monday, May 16
The Great White Hype Known as Paranoia
When I wear white, and let me tell you, there are no rules when I wear white. I don't care what time of year it is and that we are passed Labor Day. While wearing white, I'm in a state of paranoia all day long. I check and dust off all seating. I do a double take before I leave the bathroom. Each mirror I pass, I have to do the "underwear check". You know, making sure you cannot see mine, that's if I'm wearing underwear. When it comes to white bottoms, I sometimes, don't. TMI? Oh, well. I never white when I am expecting that time of the month to come around nor do I wear white while on that time of the month, is that just me? Am I weird? I don't think so, so why is it all the Tampax/OB/Kotex/Always commercials have the woman wearing white like it is nothing? I'm sorry, but if I am paranoid wearing white on a normal off-cycle day, then can you imagine the paranoia when you are on the rag? Yeah, I just said "rag", like I am in high school. Hee hee. What troubles me is the commercial where the girl is wearing all white, head to toe and uses the uhm, er, personal products as if she is McGyver. Puhleeze. Don't get me started with the one where the tampon is used to stop the boat leak! (let's not even get into the irony of that one) You have your period AND you are on a boat! Near water!! Wearing white?!?!?
Now, I thought I saw it all. Lately they have been showing the commercial where a woman in a white skirt is all over town and people are staring at her backside as if she has a...uhm, leak to show. It turns out there is no mortifying leak, just that her skirt was tucked into her underwear, which I think may be white...
Oh. Hell. No.
Now, I thought I saw it all. Lately they have been showing the commercial where a woman in a white skirt is all over town and people are staring at her backside as if she has a...uhm, leak to show. It turns out there is no mortifying leak, just that her skirt was tucked into her underwear, which I think may be white...
Oh. Hell. No.
Caught Up
Whoo-hoo, I finally found time to update. Boy, do I have a lot to say.
Fortunately for you (and me), I'm going to make it quick.
I was in Austin last week for a conference. The conference was great, mainly because they had speakers like Molly Ivins. Yep. She was a blast.
The trip started out poorly because for the first time, I was randomly chosen for additional screening at the airport before missing my flight. Ugh, damn TSA.
It took 20 minutes in the line and 5 minutes for them to find a woman to conduct the frisking. I really wouldn't have minded if some guy did it, I had a flight to catch (miss). Three magazines, a McDonald's Griddle (no 's'), and two hours later I was inflight networking and schmoozing.
Here is a shocker: I actually enjoy staying at hotels. I don't do it often, so I think that's where the appreciation comes in. I become the messier version of myself when in a hotel room. Un-made beds, six towels for one shower, and I make sure to use the whole tiny bottle of lotion in one application. Slick! What is better than coming back the next afternoon to a new fresh room, all tidy and cleaned up for you? We ate at some great places: Moonshine, Jaime's, County Line, and Stubb's. What's even better than that was that it was all on the company dime. Thank you! What's bad is; I'm sure I've gained all that I lost in that first week of Bootcamp, but I did make sure and make it up at the Marriott gym.
Back in Dallas and I didn't seem to stop eating, but thanks to a group of pretencious Gays I ate at overpriced Ciudad but found a times of yore sushi joint: Sushi Zushi. This place holds special memory with me because the one in San Antonio was the first place I've tried sushi and was one of the hangouts with the PR Crew, which included Twisted Panties. Those were fun times. I was with Daniel and you could imagine the excitement in the car when we saw it. I swore up and down that one didn't exist in Dallas. I learned something that night at dinner; when dining with a bunch of Gay men--make sure they eat while ordering every drink on the menu. Or else you end up the sober girl that grope and feel up all night long. I don't understand how you can be Gay and obsessed with breasts or is it just all men in general who are obsessed? Shockingly, Incredible met us out at a gay club. Thank goodness because I was feeling like the odd one out. I never before have seen a straight man in a gay club and was a bit worried how he would take it. Why? With the Ex-Who-Found-God it was not reasonable for me to hang out with Gays. He didn't see the point. I'd have to lie to him just to eat lunch with Daniel. Ugh.
Incredible was living it up. He was disappointed that two men hit on me and none hit on him. What can I say?
We lasted longer than the drunk Gays and stayed out until 3 AM dancing. I was so tired the next morning, but there was brunch and shopping to be done. There is nothing more fun than a Gay with a Banana Republic discount to shop with. We tore it up.
Yes, there was an anniversary to celebrate. Saturday marked one year for Incredible and I. As promised I never once mentioned it to him. Not once. I've been that fool before. He planned a not so surprised night at the Magnolia Hotel. Yes, he had to spill the beans when I tried to get Belvis to come into town for another night of Destiny. We had the romance package and since I love staying at hotels; it was a great night capped with champagne and chocolate strawberries.
On Sunday, I witnessed my first golf tournament: The Byron Nelson. It was so much fun. We didn't stay under the pavilion like every other couple; where the woman was in heels and the man was staring at the coverage on the big screen. No way, we walked the course following Sergio Garcia, Ernie Ells, and Vijay Singh because we were there to see golf not pretend that we were Sheer: Dallas.
I'm glad we did, we witnessed the ball in the beer garden and Singh's hole in one.
So exciting and one of the best weekend's ever.
Fortunately for you (and me), I'm going to make it quick.
I was in Austin last week for a conference. The conference was great, mainly because they had speakers like Molly Ivins. Yep. She was a blast.
The trip started out poorly because for the first time, I was randomly chosen for additional screening at the airport before missing my flight. Ugh, damn TSA.
It took 20 minutes in the line and 5 minutes for them to find a woman to conduct the frisking. I really wouldn't have minded if some guy did it, I had a flight to catch (miss). Three magazines, a McDonald's Griddle (no 's'), and two hours later I was inflight networking and schmoozing.
Here is a shocker: I actually enjoy staying at hotels. I don't do it often, so I think that's where the appreciation comes in. I become the messier version of myself when in a hotel room. Un-made beds, six towels for one shower, and I make sure to use the whole tiny bottle of lotion in one application. Slick! What is better than coming back the next afternoon to a new fresh room, all tidy and cleaned up for you? We ate at some great places: Moonshine, Jaime's, County Line, and Stubb's. What's even better than that was that it was all on the company dime. Thank you! What's bad is; I'm sure I've gained all that I lost in that first week of Bootcamp, but I did make sure and make it up at the Marriott gym.
Back in Dallas and I didn't seem to stop eating, but thanks to a group of pretencious Gays I ate at overpriced Ciudad but found a times of yore sushi joint: Sushi Zushi. This place holds special memory with me because the one in San Antonio was the first place I've tried sushi and was one of the hangouts with the PR Crew, which included Twisted Panties. Those were fun times. I was with Daniel and you could imagine the excitement in the car when we saw it. I swore up and down that one didn't exist in Dallas. I learned something that night at dinner; when dining with a bunch of Gay men--make sure they eat while ordering every drink on the menu. Or else you end up the sober girl that grope and feel up all night long. I don't understand how you can be Gay and obsessed with breasts or is it just all men in general who are obsessed? Shockingly, Incredible met us out at a gay club. Thank goodness because I was feeling like the odd one out. I never before have seen a straight man in a gay club and was a bit worried how he would take it. Why? With the Ex-Who-Found-God it was not reasonable for me to hang out with Gays. He didn't see the point. I'd have to lie to him just to eat lunch with Daniel. Ugh.
Incredible was living it up. He was disappointed that two men hit on me and none hit on him. What can I say?
We lasted longer than the drunk Gays and stayed out until 3 AM dancing. I was so tired the next morning, but there was brunch and shopping to be done. There is nothing more fun than a Gay with a Banana Republic discount to shop with. We tore it up.
Yes, there was an anniversary to celebrate. Saturday marked one year for Incredible and I. As promised I never once mentioned it to him. Not once. I've been that fool before. He planned a not so surprised night at the Magnolia Hotel. Yes, he had to spill the beans when I tried to get Belvis to come into town for another night of Destiny. We had the romance package and since I love staying at hotels; it was a great night capped with champagne and chocolate strawberries.
On Sunday, I witnessed my first golf tournament: The Byron Nelson. It was so much fun. We didn't stay under the pavilion like every other couple; where the woman was in heels and the man was staring at the coverage on the big screen. No way, we walked the course following Sergio Garcia, Ernie Ells, and Vijay Singh because we were there to see golf not pretend that we were Sheer: Dallas.
I'm glad we did, we witnessed the ball in the beer garden and Singh's hole in one.
So exciting and one of the best weekend's ever.
Friday, May 6
6 Feet Under
Today I told my boot camp instructor that I would miss a class next week. I am going away for work.
She only heard half of it and asked me to bring her proof or I would suffer the consequences. What? A note?
Maybe, I did really go back to middle school P.E.
I asked what the consequences were. I realize now that that was not the response because it only aided in her second guessing the business trip further.
"The consequences will be grave."
I'm scared. Grave? I don't put it above these crazies to actually put me in a grave and see how long I last. Then I made second mistake and asked; "How grave?"
"Very!"
Ooooh (I'm scared)--kay...part of me doesn't want to bring the note just to see how 'grave' exactly she is talking about here.
Funny, I was that brave back in the school days as well, when I was caught skipping, once (it was more than once, but I was only caught, once), Oh fuck, may as well tell the story:
When I was in high school (Abilene--so you know exactly what fun I could have when skipping school) I had two types of friends. My good friends and the bad ones. I did anything to be with the bad ones. When I say, bad, I don't mean gang bangers or the types that sat in the back of the bus. I mean, the ones that skipped school and took their Doctor Daddies car for a ride. But, I was along for that ride and my daddy was in the military; so those consequences were definitely "grave".
Anywho, one time skipping, my bad friends and I had to make a pit stop at my house because I needed to change clothes. We were going muddin'. If you know what that is, you understand, if you don't--how can I explain it? Basically, you get a truck and drive around in the fresh from rain mud. Rain was our birthday present.
When we got to my house, everyone involved decided that needed to use the bathroom. We all went in. It was at that exact moment that my mother came home. I know what you are thinking, my poor mom, she always caught me in so many mischievous acts. Don't worry because I'm the good child out of my brother and I.
My mom made us all sit in the den together, she closed the door, and called the school and my father. My bad friends made the suggestion to escape out the window, it was too small.
Twenty minutes later, the school cop was at my house. Did you read that: The school cop was at MY house in broad daylight! People saw and they talked. We were all hailed back to school.
Separately, each of us had a meeting with the Vice Principal. I was also on the swim team, a Tri-Hi-Y community service club, and student council. Talk about embarrassing. Before my turn to speak to the VP, my dad showed up, Air Force uniform and all. "Just Great"
He told me that if I were ever to embarrass our family with stuff like this again, there would be consequences. (Now that I think about it, wasn't he the one embarrassing me--nobody else's parents were there?)
I did it again and again and again. Caught only once more (but school had not started, yet, in this case, so it wasn't officially skipping)
She only heard half of it and asked me to bring her proof or I would suffer the consequences. What? A note?
Maybe, I did really go back to middle school P.E.
I asked what the consequences were. I realize now that that was not the response because it only aided in her second guessing the business trip further.
"The consequences will be grave."
I'm scared. Grave? I don't put it above these crazies to actually put me in a grave and see how long I last. Then I made second mistake and asked; "How grave?"
"Very!"
Ooooh (I'm scared)--kay...part of me doesn't want to bring the note just to see how 'grave' exactly she is talking about here.
Funny, I was that brave back in the school days as well, when I was caught skipping, once (it was more than once, but I was only caught, once), Oh fuck, may as well tell the story:
When I was in high school (Abilene--so you know exactly what fun I could have when skipping school) I had two types of friends. My good friends and the bad ones. I did anything to be with the bad ones. When I say, bad, I don't mean gang bangers or the types that sat in the back of the bus. I mean, the ones that skipped school and took their Doctor Daddies car for a ride. But, I was along for that ride and my daddy was in the military; so those consequences were definitely "grave".
Anywho, one time skipping, my bad friends and I had to make a pit stop at my house because I needed to change clothes. We were going muddin'. If you know what that is, you understand, if you don't--how can I explain it? Basically, you get a truck and drive around in the fresh from rain mud. Rain was our birthday present.
When we got to my house, everyone involved decided that needed to use the bathroom. We all went in. It was at that exact moment that my mother came home. I know what you are thinking, my poor mom, she always caught me in so many mischievous acts. Don't worry because I'm the good child out of my brother and I.
My mom made us all sit in the den together, she closed the door, and called the school and my father. My bad friends made the suggestion to escape out the window, it was too small.
Twenty minutes later, the school cop was at my house. Did you read that: The school cop was at MY house in broad daylight! People saw and they talked. We were all hailed back to school.
Separately, each of us had a meeting with the Vice Principal. I was also on the swim team, a Tri-Hi-Y community service club, and student council. Talk about embarrassing. Before my turn to speak to the VP, my dad showed up, Air Force uniform and all. "Just Great"
He told me that if I were ever to embarrass our family with stuff like this again, there would be consequences. (Now that I think about it, wasn't he the one embarrassing me--nobody else's parents were there?)
I did it again and again and again. Caught only once more (but school had not started, yet, in this case, so it wasn't officially skipping)
"Pizza, for Everybody!"
It is official. I have become the boy in this relationship and Incredible has become the girl. Sad, but very true.
Last night instead of celebrating Cinco de Mayo, like everyone else did, we took a world tour of Dallas. It was nice because he got a convertible for tomorrow's (gulp) trip. You so know, I will center my arrive-at-the-'rents house outfit around the scarf that will be holding my hair down a la Bridget Jones, in that convertible. Don't mess. Now, if I only had a pair of REALLY huge sunglasses to go with, oh, but I digress. We went on search for an audio book CD to listen to on the way up. Don't worry, we are not fools, we didn't get one because at the last hour of being in Borders, we (meaning I) realized we would be in a convertible, so what the heck are we doing here? Before that, we both had cravings for Greek food specifically gyros. I cannot believe we live in the restaurant Mecca and neither one of us could think of a Greek restaurant. So, we traveled outside of Dallas Proper (GASP!) and scoured Addison for one.
Okay, for those who don't know, lately I've been trying the Dallas Snob on for size. Thanks to Sheer Dallas on TLC. That means, if it's not within Dallas, proper, I don't want anything to do with it. Nada, and I cringe at the thought of the suburbs and the outskirt cities scare me. The fit has been too tight for my Payless Shoes (Thank you, BlueDreamer, I LOVE them so much, I want to definitely move in with my shoes).
We scoured Addison, which has a ton of restaurants. A ton and I am not kidding. It's crazy. Crazier that we still didn't find a Greek place to eat. We settles for Carmine's. Carmine's is a pizzeria, which sells by the slice and it is really good. So, good I still have the taste of garlic in my mouth.
While we sat on the same side of the table (to watch the game, we're not that cute), we ventured into conversations about our (future, not present) kids. Largely because there was a father/son duo sitting by us. Let's get you on a secret: I adore fathers when I see them doing fatherly activity in public because mine is an asshole and he never did those activities with us. Yeah, if you want to fund the therapy, let me know. Usually I can do my adoration internally, but since Incredible knows this about me, he likes to stop and talk it out. So, we talk about how we (he) would be a great parent to said un-born child. Since, I am on the cusp of that biological clock, I replied with how I wanted a child but not so much now. You can see where this lead to much non-needed conversation.
I survived it, somehow. Then went on a worry binge about a friend, to which he thought I was crazy and would make a super mom, but I'd be the fun mom. Hold it. Yes, he said that.
I ignored it because right now I am crazy and am channeling some non-committed person who does not live here. I even shook his hand free of mine when he tried to hold it walking back to the car.
When did we become that couple? I can make it 5 steps to the car on my own. Then, you know all Hell almost broke loose, in my head, when he opened my car door for me...is this the same man? Is it? I don't think so.
We leave tomorrow. Many thoughts are going through my head. Most of them are very shallow and center around what cute outfits I will be buying/packing tonight. The others are mostly angst, excitement, and nerves. I'll charge my phone up to the fullest bar tonight, so plan on emergency phone calls, text messages, or an S.O.S.
Last night instead of celebrating Cinco de Mayo, like everyone else did, we took a world tour of Dallas. It was nice because he got a convertible for tomorrow's (gulp) trip. You so know, I will center my arrive-at-the-'rents house outfit around the scarf that will be holding my hair down a la Bridget Jones, in that convertible. Don't mess. Now, if I only had a pair of REALLY huge sunglasses to go with, oh, but I digress. We went on search for an audio book CD to listen to on the way up. Don't worry, we are not fools, we didn't get one because at the last hour of being in Borders, we (meaning I) realized we would be in a convertible, so what the heck are we doing here? Before that, we both had cravings for Greek food specifically gyros. I cannot believe we live in the restaurant Mecca and neither one of us could think of a Greek restaurant. So, we traveled outside of Dallas Proper (GASP!) and scoured Addison for one.
Okay, for those who don't know, lately I've been trying the Dallas Snob on for size. Thanks to Sheer Dallas on TLC. That means, if it's not within Dallas, proper, I don't want anything to do with it. Nada, and I cringe at the thought of the suburbs and the outskirt cities scare me. The fit has been too tight for my Payless Shoes (Thank you, BlueDreamer, I LOVE them so much, I want to definitely move in with my shoes).
We scoured Addison, which has a ton of restaurants. A ton and I am not kidding. It's crazy. Crazier that we still didn't find a Greek place to eat. We settles for Carmine's. Carmine's is a pizzeria, which sells by the slice and it is really good. So, good I still have the taste of garlic in my mouth.
While we sat on the same side of the table (to watch the game, we're not that cute), we ventured into conversations about our (future, not present) kids. Largely because there was a father/son duo sitting by us. Let's get you on a secret: I adore fathers when I see them doing fatherly activity in public because mine is an asshole and he never did those activities with us. Yeah, if you want to fund the therapy, let me know. Usually I can do my adoration internally, but since Incredible knows this about me, he likes to stop and talk it out. So, we talk about how we (he) would be a great parent to said un-born child. Since, I am on the cusp of that biological clock, I replied with how I wanted a child but not so much now. You can see where this lead to much non-needed conversation.
I survived it, somehow. Then went on a worry binge about a friend, to which he thought I was crazy and would make a super mom, but I'd be the fun mom. Hold it. Yes, he said that.
I ignored it because right now I am crazy and am channeling some non-committed person who does not live here. I even shook his hand free of mine when he tried to hold it walking back to the car.
When did we become that couple? I can make it 5 steps to the car on my own. Then, you know all Hell almost broke loose, in my head, when he opened my car door for me...is this the same man? Is it? I don't think so.
We leave tomorrow. Many thoughts are going through my head. Most of them are very shallow and center around what cute outfits I will be buying/packing tonight. The others are mostly angst, excitement, and nerves. I'll charge my phone up to the fullest bar tonight, so plan on emergency phone calls, text messages, or an S.O.S.
Thursday, May 5
Loca en 05-05-05
I'm about to lose my mind up in here. Crazy stuff is happening. Correction Incredible is doing crazy stuff.
Details are going to have to be limited because I don't want to jinx my own parade, if that's what is to happen.
He is being shady. No, he is being SHADY.
Since Monday he has done, admitted, and is being speculated on: browsing wedding magazines, forbidding me to go away on a business trip next week, shady secretive meetings with friends, trying to convince me to move in with him, canceling his HBO as if he is certain the answer is 'yes', love making versus sex into all hours of the night (sorry I had to get TMI for a second, so you can get the full scope), and now we're meeting the parents.
Oh, yes.
Am I freaking out? A tiny bit. Why? Because that's what I do, I freak out. Plus, we have a one year anniversary next week. In true form, I have no idea what the official date is, but I am positive he has a heart circled around that date on his own calendar.
Theories are running around in my head and each time I speak to someone about it, another one pops up. If anyone knows anything, you can tell me. Really, you can. I can put on a good surprise face like the best of them...AP, I'm looking right at you.
Details are going to have to be limited because I don't want to jinx my own parade, if that's what is to happen.
He is being shady. No, he is being SHADY.
Since Monday he has done, admitted, and is being speculated on: browsing wedding magazines, forbidding me to go away on a business trip next week, shady secretive meetings with friends, trying to convince me to move in with him, canceling his HBO as if he is certain the answer is 'yes', love making versus sex into all hours of the night (sorry I had to get TMI for a second, so you can get the full scope), and now we're meeting the parents.
Oh, yes.
Am I freaking out? A tiny bit. Why? Because that's what I do, I freak out. Plus, we have a one year anniversary next week. In true form, I have no idea what the official date is, but I am positive he has a heart circled around that date on his own calendar.
Theories are running around in my head and each time I speak to someone about it, another one pops up. If anyone knows anything, you can tell me. Really, you can. I can put on a good surprise face like the best of them...AP, I'm looking right at you.
Tuesday, May 3
D-Bus not D-Cup and Sense not Sex
Last Friday night I had the best Friday in a very long time. Thanks to great company, a stranger at Starbucks, an Incredible surprise, and my new addiction. No thanks to Blockbuster.
I met AP and Toxic at Blue Goose. I haven't seen Toxic in a very long time, so it was good for the first 15 minutes because Toxic does what Toxic is. We waited for AP's husband and his pals to join us for dinner. As the hostess was walking us to our table, I said a silent prayer but knew it was worthless and inevitable that I was going to be seated next to Toxic. She knew nobody else as well as she knew me and that is my luck. Thank goodness AP provided a buffer on my other side. I really enjoy the company of the rest of the table and for that I was doomed. In true form, Toxic went on and on about how tired she was from work, how there are no men in her life, and how I, her 'single' friend was going to go out with her to find some men. Toxic has a problem, she cannot conceive of Incredible. For some odd reason, she cannot see us as a couple. I don't mind going out with her so she can meet some men but until she realizes I have a man, then that is on hold.
When my cell phone is off or on silent, that's when it decides to ring off the hook and give me a ton of missed calls and messages.
After dinner I looked at my phone and Incredible had called 4 times. Someone misses me because I think he is in New Orleans. Boy, was I wrong. He missed his flight out and is in town for the night. Whoo hoo! I quickly drive to Blockbuster before meeting him at his place. I am determined to make the rest of the weekend a Blockbuster Weekend. I really want to see Dogville, Birth, I Heart Huckabees, and Finding Neverland. I'm real in thinking that out of all those I listed, probably at least 2 will leave with me. Ha--joke on me and a big "F you" to Blockbuster. Is it just me or ever since they've had "no late fees", there has been a reduction in New Release availabilities. When you look on the shelf and what used to be a whole section of copies and copies of the one movie, is now a bleak two rows. Is that just where I live?
I left empty handed. Oh, well--maybe HBO will be entertaining. Ha ha ha ha...yeah, right.
Since Incredible had to make an early flight out the next day, he wanted to be cool and chill at Starbucks. On a Friday night?!?! Since I am always the life of the party, I carry fun things with me at all times. These past weeks, it's been crossword puzzles. I am so addicted. If you don't hear from me in a month's time, please call A&E's Intervention. Since I'm addicted, so is Incredible. We're co-dependent like that. (Toxic, can you hear me?)
Let me make this clear: He suggested Starbucks and he suggested that we do a crossword puzzle at Starbucks.
Can it get cuter? Oh, but it did...I had to go home first because the weather took on a cold front which I was not appropriately dressed to handle. I decided to take on the French-Cafe look. When in Rome, or Starbucks. I put on a long sleeve white tee shirt, dark jeans, my camel heels, a scarf, and a felt bucket hat. And I ordered hot chocolate---take that! We sat outside, it was cold but not that cold, and we did our crossword puzzle...okay, we did about five puzzles. While sitting there stumped, this woman came up to us and told us that we looked adorable.
Why, thank you. You know I soaked it up and Incredible rolled his eyes, saying "that brings me to a question". Uh oh. This ain't good. We are at a coffee house, which I will let you in on a secret: I have been dumped at a public place before. So, thanks to that asshole, I get nervous when something like that sounds like it's brewing...
"Seriously, would you want to live together?"
Seriously---let me think about it. Jokingly, I was kidding when I brought it up last week, really, I was. I'm seriously thinking about it and doing the pro/con lists like you would not believe.
Pros:
I'd live with Incredible
Halving the rent and bills
Bigger, newer, better apartment
re-decorating
Security: crime wise and relationship wise
He spends 60/40 of his time out of town
Cons:
I'd be living with a boy
Nothing is sacred
I'm anal
Would we share a closet?
I met AP and Toxic at Blue Goose. I haven't seen Toxic in a very long time, so it was good for the first 15 minutes because Toxic does what Toxic is. We waited for AP's husband and his pals to join us for dinner. As the hostess was walking us to our table, I said a silent prayer but knew it was worthless and inevitable that I was going to be seated next to Toxic. She knew nobody else as well as she knew me and that is my luck. Thank goodness AP provided a buffer on my other side. I really enjoy the company of the rest of the table and for that I was doomed. In true form, Toxic went on and on about how tired she was from work, how there are no men in her life, and how I, her 'single' friend was going to go out with her to find some men. Toxic has a problem, she cannot conceive of Incredible. For some odd reason, she cannot see us as a couple. I don't mind going out with her so she can meet some men but until she realizes I have a man, then that is on hold.
When my cell phone is off or on silent, that's when it decides to ring off the hook and give me a ton of missed calls and messages.
After dinner I looked at my phone and Incredible had called 4 times. Someone misses me because I think he is in New Orleans. Boy, was I wrong. He missed his flight out and is in town for the night. Whoo hoo! I quickly drive to Blockbuster before meeting him at his place. I am determined to make the rest of the weekend a Blockbuster Weekend. I really want to see Dogville, Birth, I Heart Huckabees, and Finding Neverland. I'm real in thinking that out of all those I listed, probably at least 2 will leave with me. Ha--joke on me and a big "F you" to Blockbuster. Is it just me or ever since they've had "no late fees", there has been a reduction in New Release availabilities. When you look on the shelf and what used to be a whole section of copies and copies of the one movie, is now a bleak two rows. Is that just where I live?
I left empty handed. Oh, well--maybe HBO will be entertaining. Ha ha ha ha...yeah, right.
Since Incredible had to make an early flight out the next day, he wanted to be cool and chill at Starbucks. On a Friday night?!?! Since I am always the life of the party, I carry fun things with me at all times. These past weeks, it's been crossword puzzles. I am so addicted. If you don't hear from me in a month's time, please call A&E's Intervention. Since I'm addicted, so is Incredible. We're co-dependent like that. (Toxic, can you hear me?)
Let me make this clear: He suggested Starbucks and he suggested that we do a crossword puzzle at Starbucks.
Can it get cuter? Oh, but it did...I had to go home first because the weather took on a cold front which I was not appropriately dressed to handle. I decided to take on the French-Cafe look. When in Rome, or Starbucks. I put on a long sleeve white tee shirt, dark jeans, my camel heels, a scarf, and a felt bucket hat. And I ordered hot chocolate---take that! We sat outside, it was cold but not that cold, and we did our crossword puzzle...okay, we did about five puzzles. While sitting there stumped, this woman came up to us and told us that we looked adorable.
Why, thank you. You know I soaked it up and Incredible rolled his eyes, saying "that brings me to a question". Uh oh. This ain't good. We are at a coffee house, which I will let you in on a secret: I have been dumped at a public place before. So, thanks to that asshole, I get nervous when something like that sounds like it's brewing...
"Seriously, would you want to live together?"
Seriously---let me think about it. Jokingly, I was kidding when I brought it up last week, really, I was. I'm seriously thinking about it and doing the pro/con lists like you would not believe.
Pros:
I'd live with Incredible
Halving the rent and bills
Bigger, newer, better apartment
re-decorating
Security: crime wise and relationship wise
He spends 60/40 of his time out of town
Cons:
I'd be living with a boy
Nothing is sacred
I'm anal
Would we share a closet?
Monday, May 2
OK, Call Me Martha
I'm really enjoying sharing recipes:
rotessiere (sp?) chicken (or grill on your own)
1 ginger root
4 to 6 Green onion stalks
Olive Oil
Salt
brown or white rice
grilled chicken, shredded set aside
grate ginger, I like to use the big holes on the grater
chop green onions
combine in a bowl the green onions, ginger, about 1/4 cup of olive oil and salt (to your liking), the saltier the better---put aside
serve the chicken on top of rice (brown or white) then drizzle ginger sauce on top.
Enjoy!
rotessiere (sp?) chicken (or grill on your own)
1 ginger root
4 to 6 Green onion stalks
Olive Oil
Salt
brown or white rice
grilled chicken, shredded set aside
grate ginger, I like to use the big holes on the grater
chop green onions
combine in a bowl the green onions, ginger, about 1/4 cup of olive oil and salt (to your liking), the saltier the better---put aside
serve the chicken on top of rice (brown or white) then drizzle ginger sauce on top.
Enjoy!
Day One
I Survived.
Well, I should add that today we didn't really do much but get to know each other stuff. That entailed: weigh-in, body fat assessment, goal confessions, and what I would like to call "returning back to middle school P.E.".
I don't know about you guys but several times in the school year, our P.E. coaches made us do group tests. I think they were required by school law. They indicated your physical education level or something. At Jefferson Middle School in Abilene, TX--we had to perform each task individually in front of the class. Today at 5:30 AM; I was right back to that humiliation.
It wasn't so bad that they divided us into groups of three; but the humiliation factor was still present:
Chin ups: 3.5
Sit ups: 2
Push up (girly style): 10. I was super proud of that.
Mile Run: Way too long, I cannot even share.
The good news is that my weigh in/body fat percentage/height are all good. The instructor told me that I was right thinking that I didn't need to lose that much but tone what I have. She made sure to note that if I did lose a lot of weight it would be from my chest and booty. We both agreed those were my best assets; so not to focus on those. OK, not so much, but she did tell me that losing a lot of weight would make me look un-proportional and we don't want that.
Well, I should add that today we didn't really do much but get to know each other stuff. That entailed: weigh-in, body fat assessment, goal confessions, and what I would like to call "returning back to middle school P.E.".
I don't know about you guys but several times in the school year, our P.E. coaches made us do group tests. I think they were required by school law. They indicated your physical education level or something. At Jefferson Middle School in Abilene, TX--we had to perform each task individually in front of the class. Today at 5:30 AM; I was right back to that humiliation.
It wasn't so bad that they divided us into groups of three; but the humiliation factor was still present:
Chin ups: 3.5
Sit ups: 2
Push up (girly style): 10. I was super proud of that.
Mile Run: Way too long, I cannot even share.
The good news is that my weigh in/body fat percentage/height are all good. The instructor told me that I was right thinking that I didn't need to lose that much but tone what I have. She made sure to note that if I did lose a lot of weight it would be from my chest and booty. We both agreed those were my best assets; so not to focus on those. OK, not so much, but she did tell me that losing a lot of weight would make me look un-proportional and we don't want that.
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