Musings

1. Saw this on a t-shirt: 'Train.ing is the op.posite of hoping'

--good one ni.ke

2. I wish you didn't twe.et....
-While I love twit.ter (thanks Ana) I don't love everyone in the twit.ter world.

3. Is it wrong to want to work out for the sole purpose of looking great on the off chance that you'll run into someone from your past and they can spread the word that you are even more amazing than last remembered?

4. I like to watch TV on mute and at times I ride in the car with no music playing.

5. In a completely contradictory note....I cannot function when my ipod FM transmitter stops working in my car..also....I hate when speakers/sounds/notes aren't balanced.

6. A friend texted me to say she was in my city on the 3rd day of her 4 day trip. That lets me know she didn't really want to meet up. Is it wrong that I texted her back to say 'sorry I missed you' 2 days later when I knew she was back home?
(She fb-ed that she was excited to be visiting my city before she got here..so I knew she was coming---FB will get you caught up)

7. I'm so excited about my b/f's bday trip....I need a vacation. Selfish I know.

8. I love a good office supply shopping spree as much as I love a good target run.
-Along those lines...when my boss asked me for a staple remover and my usually stocked desk didn't have one...I peeped that he had swiped it previously and it was on his desk....hmm time to
find my night goggles and grappling hook...I need to get back my post-it notes too!

9. Spring Bli.ng is back in town this weekend...so excited about leaving!

10. My boss and I have the same computer... he left his charger at home and is using mine...I'm watching my battery die...minute by minute.

Spring Break

It's funny to me now, how 'tired' I was in undergrad. Spring Break was 'so necessary.' I'd come back to school feeling refreshed and ready to knock out the rest of the year.

What I wouldn't give right now for Spring Break. I am tired of being tired and while I could take a few days off, I know that work will be right here waiting for me. Hell, work might just interject itself on my mini-vacay.

I miss the simpler days, when broke was just broke. It didn't mean that you'd never be able to buy a house or that your credit score went from numbers to letters. It meant that you might actually have to use dining dollars, instead of ordering in. Broke meant that you were intimately familiar with the dollar menu(which is still the case), but your waistline wouldn't reflect your menu choices because you walked everywhere anyway.

School provided insulation from the pressures of the 'real world' and you were cocooned from real-world expectations, prices (student discount anyone?), and in some cases consequences.

Fail a test? You had a good shot of being able to talk yourself into a better grade during office hours.

Fail a work project? Please clear out your desk by the close of business.

I know, you can't go back. I don't think I could deal with even attempting to 'go back.' I am, however, wistful of how good that time was in my life. I feel like I'll be saying the same thing about my haphazard 20s ten yrs from now.

Yes!!!!

Good Morning, Happy Monday, Shalom, Peace & Blessings, etc.

My weekend was busy, tiring, and too short, but I made it, so I won't complain. I did by chance stumble on this video that absolutely combines several things I care about dearly. All things M.ac (computer not makeup), the Transformers movie, and a suspenseful score.

I wish that I could have created something this entertaining as a student. Enjoy!

Wedding Bells

So...Sweets and I have discussed marriage and a family. Ever so often we talk about the actual wedding. We usually stop whenever the stress part comes into play for me. There are a few givens/constant ideas.

1. Sweets will wear grey.(Looks great on him)
2. Plum will be one of the colors.(Looks great on/around the both of us)
3. Sweets will not be singing.(He has a lovely voice, but who wants to work at their own wedding?)
4. We will not write our own vows--but obey won't be anywhere in the ones we say.(Again--didn't come to work--and I don't do well with instructions--lol)
5. There may or may not be a bridal party (more on this later)
6. Water/fountains/hell, dasani bottles have to be present. (Sweets loves all things water-related).
7. Oh...it can't be hot...(I don't have a relaxer, he gets hot & bothered easily).
8. We have to eat before, during, and after...(we love food #1 and are collectively mean as hell when we are hungry).
9. No smashing cake in anyone's face....(Armageddon will ensue).
10. We will prob blog/twit.ter/text through whatever type of reception we have....

Hmmm...

Ok so ...All of my 'walk down the aisle'/'first dance' songs have been vetoed....So I thought I'd get some other opinions.

Here's what I came up with....

1. Every Little Step/Bobby Brown
2. Hello/Beyonce
3. We gon' fight/Jennifer Hudson
4. Waiting in Vain/Bob Marley(although my sister has claimed this one as well)
5. How Many Ways/Toni Braxton
6. Swagga like us/Ti, Jay z
7. Listen to your heart/Roxette
8. Together Forever/Rick Astley
9. I will Die for you/Prince (don't take that literally---homicide before suicide...always)
10. Love is a battlefield/Pat Benatar
11. If it isn't love/New Edition
12. He's Mine/Mokenstef
13. Get Down On it/kool and the gang(special arrangement by Ana)
14. love ya like I love ya/Justin Timberlake and/or Sexyback/Justin Timberlake
15. I Like/Guy


Any other suggestions???
Lol---have a great Friday :)

Lazy Is....

Lazy Is....

1. Wearing last night's makeup to work today.
2. Rotating your hat collection all week and just brushing the edge of your hairline that is visible to the world.
3. Driving past a Dun.kin Donuts & Star.bucks to get to the ones that have a drive-thru.
4. Going to Dun.kin Donuts to get a large bagel because you don't feel like going through the effort to toast two of the mini bagels you have in your fridge.
5. Not calling friends back because you can't find your earpiece.
6. Going to your b/f's house to watch t.v. when your universal remote stops working(instead of reprogramming it).
7. Realizing that you have the wrong color bra on with your current shirt and grabbing a scarf to drape over your shirt instead of changing.
8.Setting up i.chat to read all of your a.im & jabb.er messages to you.
9. Washing your face with handsoap...because its already on your hands.
10. Using an extra wide purse to detract from your sidemeat because lets face it...you're already using the purse anyway...and spa.nx, a tight tank, any additional slimming undergarment apparatus requires a whole other step.
11. Only getting your mail when you pull your car out of the driveway and pull right up on the mail box.
12. Repainting the chipped tips of your toenail instead of taking the nail polish off completely.
13. Signing online to work from my phone and going back to sleep for a hour/basing whether or not I sit up for the first hour of work on my twit.ter news update.
14. Taking a picture of your signature and emailing to yourself for future use instead of messing with the scanner.
15. Not being able to finish this post because the list of 'lazy items' that I wrote yesterday is in the other room.....

5:30 am

It's 5:30 in the morning. I'm watching Making the band, listening to the world sleep, and waiting for the networks to begin their news coverages. I've got 30 minutes before the world starts to wake up and I just want to go back to sleep.

Things that this making the band episode makes me think about......

1. Is Que PMSing?
2. I really need to order a blackberry
3. Why can't Diddy arrange a Proactiv ad for the entire group?
4. What are the remaining Danity Kane members doing all day?
5. Why is everyone wearing so many layers in the studio, but they stay sweating....I don't get it...take off a layer!

Ok...that is all for my random questions...back to work I go.

Pull Back

[Disclaimer: Explicit content to follow]

I don't often get angry. I'm blessed (or cursed) with the ability to talk myself down from rage. The resulting feeling is smoldering angst that attacks the pit of my stomach and the bottom of my throat. It's like heartburn, but without the antacid quick fix.

I have heartburn this morning. Well lets not talk in circles. I'm agitated. It's totally illogical, but a 100% genuine feeling.

What happened?

Ugh...my mother was right. Today she wanted clarity on 'twitter' vs. 'blogging' vs. 'face.book.' Once we went back and forth about the three things, she declared, "The scary thing about being that connected is that nothing is ever personal. Your entire life and your emotions play out over the internet for all to interpret."

My response: "Your life is up for interpretation anyway, so you might as well influence/control what is being posted about you."

So as I'm making my rounds on Sweets' blog this morning I realize that a post he'd worked on last night was no longer up. Now...the post plainly praised all that was well with the intimacy in our relationship. He'd worked really hard on it and it made me smile.

Yes there were bits in there about...hold on let me quote it directly....

"Time to go to work! I am experiencing the most dreamy, joyful, indulgent, euphoric, passionate, beautiful, gratifying, enchanting, heavenly, sensual, expressive, toe-curling, thumb-sucking, fulfilling, erotic sex EVER! She takes me to ecstasy and back EVERY time and I love it!

I don't want you all to be "jelly", but basically I just felt compelled to announce and quote the beautiful Sanaa Lathan in Brown Sugar...

She gives it to me on a regular basis... And the Shit is THE BOMB!

Don't hate."

Unfortunately, at times I can be too prude to be that plain (thanks mom), but I can appreciate his forthrightness. I assume that everyone here (in my blogosphere) is an adult. Content that is too...hmm...forthright can catch you off guard, but its not like saying 'Santa's dead' to a 6-year-old. You in the blogosphere can handle it.

So as I sent a twitter message out before I went to sleep that said that I was pleased with the post but had reservations.

By morning the post was gone. In its place was a post about hating to have to 'hold back.'

Courtesy of the internet we had an entire disagreement...while I was asleep. Had I not careful checked my goo.gle rea.der this morning, I would have totally missed the entire thing.

My reservations were more gender specific. You see...I hate that, prudishness aside, that my post about 'toe-curling, thumb-sucking intimacy' would/could be interpreted as 'ho-ish' or 'fast'(thanks mom for that one as well).

You're right mom, everything playing out via the internet I guess can't be a good thing. Maybe that's what actually is making me angry...the fact that she's 'right' about something....Hmm..no I refuse to let that happen. My issue is that Sweets felt that he had to limit the way he expressed himself because of me. He doesn't...and now that I've cleared that up in my own mind. I'm off to make it plain to him.