My mother and aunt are both recovering from sinus infections. Mom is in Charlotte. Aunt is in Phoenix.
I began to think I could have one, too, or an ear infection. It must be genetic. I was having headaches and fatigue and just feeling icky. It was stopping me from working out. (When your head begans to pound along with your heart, its a problem). I mean, it felt like something was sitting on my face this morning. Now some diehards can work out through stuff like that. I wish I could. I am not there yet. I'm just getting to where I can lift weights and walk during my period. Baby steps......
I used the ear wax remover in my ears and I felt better for like 10 minutes. So now my ears are really clean and I have to remind myself to use it more often.
So I went to the student health center to see if something was really wrong so I could get back to working out as soon as possible. If I wasn't worried about working out I would have gone another week or so just popping tylenol sinus.
So I go. My ears are clear. She looks up my nose. She says "your nose is swollen." She presses my face. Doesn't really hurt....until 30 seconds later. She tells me to stand up, bend over, drop my head between my knees and wave it back and forth. Then stand up. She asks if I'm dizzy...
"um shouldn't I be?"
She says I feel better than I really am because I've been taking tylenol sinus. Uh, then how really am I? She never gives it a name. I guess she thought I knew. She gives me instructions to take 4 medications:
Tylenol sinus
Claritin-the 24 hour one
An antibiotic-"just to get it all out," she said
Prednisone-now this scares me because I thought this was something that really really sick people took and is a steroid I think.
Oh I'm supposed to drink a ton of water, which I already do.
I'm supposed to take this all at the same time. She says they won't interact. Hmmmm, there is a first time for everything!
All the medicines together cost less than 4 dollars so I was pleased (I already had the tylenol and claritin). I've taken all the medicines and I feel slightly worse. I'll give it time. I'm supposed to call Monday if I feel worse. All those drugs together, I betta not feel worse!
I have tylenol daytime and nighttime sinus and let me tell you I can't wait to take the nighttime sinus! I sleep soooo good with it.
I want to find a dairy queen and get a cookie dough blizzard..perhaps that would make me feel better....SIKE!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
It's over...let it go!
All you people with campaign paraphenalia from candidate's who are no longer in the race(This includes but is not limited to Billary, Romney, Huckabee and Edwards-with his cute little hair cute self):
Take that stuff down! T-shirts...bumper stickers...signs...take them down...stop wearing them....put the buttons way for your collections.
Suck it up and pick a side. I am still seeing way too many Edwards bumper stickers.
This goes for my grandmother who still has her Christmas card from Bill and Hilary on top of her TV. (Cuz they family, right?) My grandmother was a staunch Hilary supporter. Hilary was her candidate and she would let the world know, as my mother and father rolled their eyes behind her back. I think she liked Obama, she just didn't want him running against "her girl." Now, she insists that Barack needs Hilary. Okay grandma...love you anyway...but next time I'm down there I'm ripping up that dang Christmas card..(I think she thinks they actually signed it.)
And how was Mitt Romney going to be president with a name like MITT...is his name really Matthew or something? Anything is better than Mitt..a president should have a name like William..John..George....BARACK! And Huckabee is not a presidential name either. He kinda looked like a Huckabee, too-whatever a Huckabee is. How can you be conservative with a name like that? I think some of these politicians need to think about changing their names like some celebrities do...some of them might want to get some "work" done, too. Hmm if you knew my name, you would know I have no bizness joking at anyone's name. Looks do count, though!
Aight Imma say this...don't beat me up. I like Barack Obama...not that it matters now, but a year ago, I was on the fence. But if he was short with a pot belly, acne, jacked up teeth, and glasses, he would not be as popular as he is. I'M JUST SAYIN!!!! So thank goodness he doesn't/isnt. Looks do count. I didn't make the rules.
Take that stuff down! T-shirts...bumper stickers...signs...take them down...stop wearing them....put the buttons way for your collections.
Suck it up and pick a side. I am still seeing way too many Edwards bumper stickers.
This goes for my grandmother who still has her Christmas card from Bill and Hilary on top of her TV. (Cuz they family, right?) My grandmother was a staunch Hilary supporter. Hilary was her candidate and she would let the world know, as my mother and father rolled their eyes behind her back. I think she liked Obama, she just didn't want him running against "her girl." Now, she insists that Barack needs Hilary. Okay grandma...love you anyway...but next time I'm down there I'm ripping up that dang Christmas card..(I think she thinks they actually signed it.)
And how was Mitt Romney going to be president with a name like MITT...is his name really Matthew or something? Anything is better than Mitt..a president should have a name like William..John..George....BARACK! And Huckabee is not a presidential name either. He kinda looked like a Huckabee, too-whatever a Huckabee is. How can you be conservative with a name like that? I think some of these politicians need to think about changing their names like some celebrities do...some of them might want to get some "work" done, too. Hmm if you knew my name, you would know I have no bizness joking at anyone's name. Looks do count, though!
Aight Imma say this...don't beat me up. I like Barack Obama...not that it matters now, but a year ago, I was on the fence. But if he was short with a pot belly, acne, jacked up teeth, and glasses, he would not be as popular as he is. I'M JUST SAYIN!!!! So thank goodness he doesn't/isnt. Looks do count. I didn't make the rules.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Affirmative Action.
What is it for? What is its goal? Why did we need it in the first place?
Is it for people, like descendents of African slaves who historically were oppressed. Is it also for other groups like, women, who were discriminated against and denied opportunities.
Or is it just to keep things "diverse."
Let's say a university has X amount of slots for minority students. We know this is illegal now but just play along. Who is more deserving of a slot? The student whose great great grandparents were slaves in Georgia? Or the student who is an immigrant from China. Or does it not matter as long is the student is a "minority"
I hate that word, minority, by the way.
Is it for people, like descendents of African slaves who historically were oppressed. Is it also for other groups like, women, who were discriminated against and denied opportunities.
Or is it just to keep things "diverse."
Let's say a university has X amount of slots for minority students. We know this is illegal now but just play along. Who is more deserving of a slot? The student whose great great grandparents were slaves in Georgia? Or the student who is an immigrant from China. Or does it not matter as long is the student is a "minority"
I hate that word, minority, by the way.
29 and 48
A 48 year old man is too old for me, correct? I can't take someone that old home to meet my momma, who will be 52 in October. Right?
I must be getting desperate. Someone talk some sense into me.
I must be getting desperate. Someone talk some sense into me.
Hungry I should not be!
Why am I hungry. I should not be. This is not period-related. There is nothing wrong with my blood sugar. Went on a wild goose chase getting my blood checked out in December. There is nothing wrong with me, I'm healthy
Today I have eaten:
Whole wheat English muffin and 2 slices of veggie bacon
Grande green tea frappacino from starbucks (cuz I was still hungry on the way to school.)
Vegetable soup-Healthy Choice
apple
290 calories worth of trail mix.
This totals like 1110 calories.
I'm still hungry, I feel like I didn't eat lunch at all. I want a burger, some fried chicken, something of substance. I thought soup was filling!
It will be after 8 when I have my dinner of a turkey burger. How will I make it until then?
Maybe I have really been exercising so much that my eating isn't keeping up. I dunno.
Today I have eaten:
Whole wheat English muffin and 2 slices of veggie bacon
Grande green tea frappacino from starbucks (cuz I was still hungry on the way to school.)
Vegetable soup-Healthy Choice
apple
290 calories worth of trail mix.
This totals like 1110 calories.
I'm still hungry, I feel like I didn't eat lunch at all. I want a burger, some fried chicken, something of substance. I thought soup was filling!
It will be after 8 when I have my dinner of a turkey burger. How will I make it until then?
Maybe I have really been exercising so much that my eating isn't keeping up. I dunno.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Yes, I am still single
While I was in England a friend called. I haven't spoken to her in about 8 months.
She left me a message asking me if I had gotten married.
So you know I had to call her and ask her where that came from.
"Oh I hadn't talked to you in so long I thought you might have gotten married."
TO WHO? She didn't have a response...that's why she's a dummie.
Did I tell her she has a 41 year old Nicaraguan boyfriend? and he has 2 kids. Good for effin her. She's 28.
It's sort of known that Europe takes a whole different position to interracial relationships than the US. I think I saw more black women other there with white men than the reverse. I even saw advertisements for furniture, restaurants, everything with interracial couples hugged up. You would never see that here.
So several people, including family, said things like "you know they like black women over there" or "you might come back with some blue eyed soul" I don't think I saw anyone that was remotely cute to me over there (read: I didn't run into Idris Elba!)
Upon my return, people keep asking me did I "meet" anyone over there. Um no..and what was I going to do with him, stuff him in my suitcase and bring him back with me? I didn't go to England to meet any men! Newsflash: I'm not desperate and I'm still single and those things can go together!
She left me a message asking me if I had gotten married.
So you know I had to call her and ask her where that came from.
"Oh I hadn't talked to you in so long I thought you might have gotten married."
TO WHO? She didn't have a response...that's why she's a dummie.
Did I tell her she has a 41 year old Nicaraguan boyfriend? and he has 2 kids. Good for effin her. She's 28.
It's sort of known that Europe takes a whole different position to interracial relationships than the US. I think I saw more black women other there with white men than the reverse. I even saw advertisements for furniture, restaurants, everything with interracial couples hugged up. You would never see that here.
So several people, including family, said things like "you know they like black women over there" or "you might come back with some blue eyed soul" I don't think I saw anyone that was remotely cute to me over there (read: I didn't run into Idris Elba!)
Upon my return, people keep asking me did I "meet" anyone over there. Um no..and what was I going to do with him, stuff him in my suitcase and bring him back with me? I didn't go to England to meet any men! Newsflash: I'm not desperate and I'm still single and those things can go together!
2-24-2000
Since I'm talking about birthday's I'm gonna share about my 21st one.
I think I can probably remember every birthday after 15. I remember 13. Everything before that is a blur. Which is why parents need to stop spending all this money on their kids birthdays. But anyway.
I was the only with a car. One friend already cancelled on the festivities because she was studying for the MCAT. She's an OB/GYN now so that was time well spent. My roommate is like "Okay get dressed, you are driving." (Of course I am because I'm the only one with a car, duh)
So we get dressed and get in the car. She is directing me. I don't know where we are going. They blind fold me and direct me out of the car. We end up at this club in Bad News. We go inside (for free). We go up stairs. (I'm still blindfolded) I'm waiting for people to jump out screaming or something. We sit down and they remove the blindfold. People are handing paper, I later realize its money. Off goes the blindfold. We are in front of what looks like a boxing ring. More friends come out of the woodworks. I really didn't think I had that many friends but I guess it was just that they were all there together. Everyone is giggling and I'm in the middle of it all. Its early, like 8pm. Dumb me still doesn't get what is about to take place. I'm like "why are they giving me money? 3 dollars for my birthday? Thanks....I guess. Then the music starts....
And the strippers come out. Y'all I was not ready. The first one hands me some kind of gel stuff to squirt on him which I politely oblige. I gingerly rubbed it on him. Camera's are snappin. There is a pic somewhere of me with the stripper. Then this other one comes out and since I'm the guest of honor I get the lap dance. Well I sit and he gyrates in front of me. Its weird because we are like the only women in the club but its like they knew we were coming, thanks to my roommate. A few more minutes and its over. I gave out the money but I really wanted to keep it. (Hey I was a broke student!) We hang around. One of the strippers who I guess is also a manager is trying to persuade us to stay. I think he his feeling me but I don't like men with long blonde hair. He says they are doing a money drop later. Whoo hoo. But if we stay, everyone but me would have to pay to get back in because I was the only one who was 21. So we went back to campus. And everyone in the dorm seemed to know where we had been. Fun Times. My mom sent me a monogrammed bathrobe. And I got phone calls from people I hadn't heard from in years. It was a big deal that I was turning 21.
I think I can probably remember every birthday after 15. I remember 13. Everything before that is a blur. Which is why parents need to stop spending all this money on their kids birthdays. But anyway.
I was the only with a car. One friend already cancelled on the festivities because she was studying for the MCAT. She's an OB/GYN now so that was time well spent. My roommate is like "Okay get dressed, you are driving." (Of course I am because I'm the only one with a car, duh)
So we get dressed and get in the car. She is directing me. I don't know where we are going. They blind fold me and direct me out of the car. We end up at this club in Bad News. We go inside (for free). We go up stairs. (I'm still blindfolded) I'm waiting for people to jump out screaming or something. We sit down and they remove the blindfold. People are handing paper, I later realize its money. Off goes the blindfold. We are in front of what looks like a boxing ring. More friends come out of the woodworks. I really didn't think I had that many friends but I guess it was just that they were all there together. Everyone is giggling and I'm in the middle of it all. Its early, like 8pm. Dumb me still doesn't get what is about to take place. I'm like "why are they giving me money? 3 dollars for my birthday? Thanks....I guess. Then the music starts....
And the strippers come out. Y'all I was not ready. The first one hands me some kind of gel stuff to squirt on him which I politely oblige. I gingerly rubbed it on him. Camera's are snappin. There is a pic somewhere of me with the stripper. Then this other one comes out and since I'm the guest of honor I get the lap dance. Well I sit and he gyrates in front of me. Its weird because we are like the only women in the club but its like they knew we were coming, thanks to my roommate. A few more minutes and its over. I gave out the money but I really wanted to keep it. (Hey I was a broke student!) We hang around. One of the strippers who I guess is also a manager is trying to persuade us to stay. I think he his feeling me but I don't like men with long blonde hair. He says they are doing a money drop later. Whoo hoo. But if we stay, everyone but me would have to pay to get back in because I was the only one who was 21. So we went back to campus. And everyone in the dorm seemed to know where we had been. Fun Times. My mom sent me a monogrammed bathrobe. And I got phone calls from people I hadn't heard from in years. It was a big deal that I was turning 21.
Year 30
I will be 30 in February, insha-Allah (god-willing)
30 is definitely the new 20. For me anyway. I will look better at 30 than I did at 20. I should weigh less, too. People always think I'm younger than I am. It's my fat cheeks. I just say "I drink water and use moisturizer" That always gets a laugh.
On my 20th birthday, I had a cookie cake in my dorm room, a surprise from a motley crue of friends. I still have the picture of a group of guys (include my friend's now husband) holding me down and wiping frosting all over my face. Big Fun. I wore my hair in cornrows straight back, before I realized it wasn't really a good look. I wore my polo ralph lauren buttonfly khakis with the hole over the back pocket. bootcut. And a seafoam colored tunic sweater. Lipgloss. My wool "jockey" hat I got from Baker's and my Brown corduroy peacoat I have since ruined with bleach. Black ankle boots. I really didn't get too cute in college. My flame of the moment got me balloons and flowers. This Freshman named Glenn (yeah I had a younger man!) He had talked about getting a room at the Radisson (how about NO I wasn't ready for all that!) We walked across the bridge (in the February freezing cold-no one had a car) to Fuzzy Wednesdays. My (former) friend went up to the mic and asked the whole club to sing happy birthday to me (they did) The MC sent over a glass of wine, thinking I was turning 21, but I wasn't so they sent some kinda peachy drink mixed with sprite, instead. Guys were stopping me trying to holla (Glenn left to go study)-I was like the woman of hour! Ah memories!
It seems weird even saying that. I'M TURNING 30. I'm already thinking about what I want to do. I'm thinking an all out spa day. I've never been to a spa for a full day of stuff. I'm thinking that and lunch somewhere. Probably in Charlotte. Probably alone. My mother is the only person in Charlotte who I would want to come with me. Not my Sister in Law. SHE CRAZY. I don't want to be turning up my nose at her on my birthday.
In a dream world I would go to South Africa or Brazil. But not on a graduate assistant's salary. And Miss Student Loan is saying You BET NOT! And Mr. Visa says "I can get you there, but it's gonna hurt when you get back!!"
I would like to go somewhere with all my friends who are turning 30 next year. But its so hard to plan stuff when them heffas. Some of them have insecure husbands who might not "let" them go. Others are popping out babies...some have babies they refuse to leave even though they are old enough to be left. Some are just cheap. Others its just to hard to plan stuff with. So if I take a trip it will be kinda spontaneous. And less than $600 bucks.
30 is definitely the new 20. For me anyway. I will look better at 30 than I did at 20. I should weigh less, too. People always think I'm younger than I am. It's my fat cheeks. I just say "I drink water and use moisturizer" That always gets a laugh.
On my 20th birthday, I had a cookie cake in my dorm room, a surprise from a motley crue of friends. I still have the picture of a group of guys (include my friend's now husband) holding me down and wiping frosting all over my face. Big Fun. I wore my hair in cornrows straight back, before I realized it wasn't really a good look. I wore my polo ralph lauren buttonfly khakis with the hole over the back pocket. bootcut. And a seafoam colored tunic sweater. Lipgloss. My wool "jockey" hat I got from Baker's and my Brown corduroy peacoat I have since ruined with bleach. Black ankle boots. I really didn't get too cute in college. My flame of the moment got me balloons and flowers. This Freshman named Glenn (yeah I had a younger man!) He had talked about getting a room at the Radisson (how about NO I wasn't ready for all that!) We walked across the bridge (in the February freezing cold-no one had a car) to Fuzzy Wednesdays. My (former) friend went up to the mic and asked the whole club to sing happy birthday to me (they did) The MC sent over a glass of wine, thinking I was turning 21, but I wasn't so they sent some kinda peachy drink mixed with sprite, instead. Guys were stopping me trying to holla (Glenn left to go study)-I was like the woman of hour! Ah memories!
It seems weird even saying that. I'M TURNING 30. I'm already thinking about what I want to do. I'm thinking an all out spa day. I've never been to a spa for a full day of stuff. I'm thinking that and lunch somewhere. Probably in Charlotte. Probably alone. My mother is the only person in Charlotte who I would want to come with me. Not my Sister in Law. SHE CRAZY. I don't want to be turning up my nose at her on my birthday.
In a dream world I would go to South Africa or Brazil. But not on a graduate assistant's salary. And Miss Student Loan is saying You BET NOT! And Mr. Visa says "I can get you there, but it's gonna hurt when you get back!!"
I would like to go somewhere with all my friends who are turning 30 next year. But its so hard to plan stuff when them heffas. Some of them have insecure husbands who might not "let" them go. Others are popping out babies...some have babies they refuse to leave even though they are old enough to be left. Some are just cheap. Others its just to hard to plan stuff with. So if I take a trip it will be kinda spontaneous. And less than $600 bucks.
#1 Movie
I haven't seen Sex in the City yet. I was going to go see it but then I didn't get my GA stipend (long story) and the cost of gas and going to see it alone made me just wait.
Plus I was never into the show, kinda by default. I was in college when the show came out, I think. So my cable access was sketchy. My junior year we got cable on campus and we did have HBO I rememeber. But I didn't watch much TV in college. In fact, I think I listened to more music then. Then when I moved off campus I did get cable, HBO was just an extra expense (Heck I couldn't remember if SATC came on HBO or showtime anyway). Over the years I did manage to catch a few episodes.
So, since I wasn't going to see the movie immediately, I thought I'd catch up on the show via netflix. I rented the first season. I wasn't that impressed. I mean it was okay. Maybe watching a whole season of a show takes away from its goodness. Maybe watching whole seasons of shows is for people who are die hard fans. Like my friend who watchs whole seasons of 24 with her husband. It was just okay. I did laugh a few times. But not enough to get the rest of the seasons.
But I will go see the movie. Maybe I can get close enough distance wise to a friend who hasn't seen it and will go see it with me. For some reason, I don't want to see it with my mother. I love mom, but we don't really get down like that. And if I don't catch it in the theatres there's always netflix.
Plus I was never into the show, kinda by default. I was in college when the show came out, I think. So my cable access was sketchy. My junior year we got cable on campus and we did have HBO I rememeber. But I didn't watch much TV in college. In fact, I think I listened to more music then. Then when I moved off campus I did get cable, HBO was just an extra expense (Heck I couldn't remember if SATC came on HBO or showtime anyway). Over the years I did manage to catch a few episodes.
So, since I wasn't going to see the movie immediately, I thought I'd catch up on the show via netflix. I rented the first season. I wasn't that impressed. I mean it was okay. Maybe watching a whole season of a show takes away from its goodness. Maybe watching whole seasons of shows is for people who are die hard fans. Like my friend who watchs whole seasons of 24 with her husband. It was just okay. I did laugh a few times. But not enough to get the rest of the seasons.
But I will go see the movie. Maybe I can get close enough distance wise to a friend who hasn't seen it and will go see it with me. For some reason, I don't want to see it with my mother. I love mom, but we don't really get down like that. And if I don't catch it in the theatres there's always netflix.
Baggage-directly from the shuffle
I got this from http://www.babsinblogland.com/
Music MEME Rules:1. Put Your itunes/ music player on Shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT
IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY? "Family Business" -The Fugees
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?“Behind the Groove" -Tina Marie
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY? “Lost Ones"-Lauryn Hill
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?“You Can't Hide From Love" Mary J. Blige
I'm not hiding!!!
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE? “Suite Lady (Will you marry me?) Maxwell-Unplugged
Very appropriate, I think
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? “The Beast” -The Fugees
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? “Peach” by Prince
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS? “Just run across my mind” Jill Scott
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? “I used to love him” by Lauryn Hill
I don't think I've ever been in love.
WHAT IS 2+2? “Take your time" by Heavy D and the Boyz
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? “Forgive them Father" Lauryn Hill
I don't have a best friend, only good friends.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? “Heartburn" by Alicia Keys
The person I'm even minutely feeling doesn't have my heart burning like that (sigh)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? “Cococure" by Maxwell.
Have I found the cure?
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? “Get your freak on” Missy
Yikes!
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey-The ODB and Puffy version
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? “Give U My Heart” by Toni Braxton and Babyface. Very appropriate
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? “Pope"-Prince
This is the last thing I would dance to.
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? “The Score” by The Fugees
WOW!
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? “Lyte as a Rock" by MC Lyte
Huh?
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? “We've Already Said Goodbye” by Pieces of a Dream
hmmmm Who have I already said goodbye to?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? “Best Days” by Des'ree
Yep, most of them were born in '79!
WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS? “Baggage” by Mary J. Blige
Music MEME Rules:1. Put Your itunes/ music player on Shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT
IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY? "Family Business" -The Fugees
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?“Behind the Groove" -Tina Marie
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY? “Lost Ones"-Lauryn Hill
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?“You Can't Hide From Love" Mary J. Blige
I'm not hiding!!!
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE? “Suite Lady (Will you marry me?) Maxwell-Unplugged
Very appropriate, I think
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? “The Beast” -The Fugees
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? “Peach” by Prince
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS? “Just run across my mind” Jill Scott
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? “I used to love him” by Lauryn Hill
I don't think I've ever been in love.
WHAT IS 2+2? “Take your time" by Heavy D and the Boyz
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? “Forgive them Father" Lauryn Hill
I don't have a best friend, only good friends.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? “Heartburn" by Alicia Keys
The person I'm even minutely feeling doesn't have my heart burning like that (sigh)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? “Cococure" by Maxwell.
Have I found the cure?
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? “Get your freak on” Missy
Yikes!
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey-The ODB and Puffy version
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? “Give U My Heart” by Toni Braxton and Babyface. Very appropriate
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? “Pope"-Prince
This is the last thing I would dance to.
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? “The Score” by The Fugees
WOW!
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? “Lyte as a Rock" by MC Lyte
Huh?
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? “We've Already Said Goodbye” by Pieces of a Dream
hmmmm Who have I already said goodbye to?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? “Best Days” by Des'ree
Yep, most of them were born in '79!
WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS? “Baggage” by Mary J. Blige
Food, Exercise, and PMS-Why Me?
I went to the grocery store and bought all this healthy stuff. Veggie burgers, stuff for salads, lots of fruite etc. Enough to last not quite a month.
All I want is greasy fast food.
In the last 2 weeks I have been to Zaxby's twice, Wendy's, and the Chinaman. I had a sugar attack and baked cookies. I didn't have brown sugar, so I used maple syrup (that I purchased for the lemonade diet that lasted 1 day) and baking powder.
So out of character for me.
I blame a really bizarre and intense case of PMS or even PMDD.
It started with the intense craving for baked goods...so intense it made me check my calender to see when Aunt Flow was coming. She was early. I think she was thrown off by my trip to England. She gets thrown off by daylight savings time, too. Then I had
All I want is greasy fast food.
In the last 2 weeks I have been to Zaxby's twice, Wendy's, and the Chinaman. I had a sugar attack and baked cookies. I didn't have brown sugar, so I used maple syrup (that I purchased for the lemonade diet that lasted 1 day) and baking powder.
So out of character for me.
I blame a really bizarre and intense case of PMS or even PMDD.
It started with the intense craving for baked goods...so intense it made me check my calender to see when Aunt Flow was coming. She was early. I think she was thrown off by my trip to England. She gets thrown off by daylight savings time, too. Then I had
- Heartburn..really bad I was eating Tums by the handful
- Bubbly stomach like I ate a gremlin along with
- Extreme bloating, worse than ever, like I drank a lake or something.
- Fatigue ....I almost dozed off during a dissertation proposal! How embarressing!
- Minor depression. I was in bed all day yesterday just because I could. (played hooky)
- No acne, though, interestingly enough.
I probably need to go back to taking evening primrose oil. I think it helped me from getting that emotional kinda PMS (crying during grey's anatomy, etc). I used to think PMS was more physical, but the older I get, I get really weepy..sniff sniff...
I tried to exercise through it because I wasn't actually cramping bad. I just walked. No running my stomach couldn't take it. And did a weight class. So in addition to period pain my abdomen is sore from crunches on those big exercise balls. Booooo. I hate ab work. I won't see any kind of pack until I lose weight anyway.
So I am making a pact with myself. If I can exercise 6 days a week, keep a food diary, and keep calories around 1500 a day, I can eat what I want the week before my period.
I need my hormones and cravings to return to normal before I go bankrupt eating out. They are starting to recognize me in the Zaxby's drive through. I already ate a huge salad today. I don't want anything I have to eat here.
Off to Zaxby's...regular diet returns on Monday.The World Today.
How can a man who has 2 kids and has never been married say he has old fashioned views on relationships?
He went on to say that "We can learn a lot from our grandparents' relationships."
And what, sir, did you learn from them?
I don't know if the 2 kids are from the same woman.
Shut up, I know I'm being harsh. I'm conservative when it comes to things like this. But gee whiz I'm tired of seeing this.
I'm not saying if you get pregnant as a teenager, you should marry your baby momma or daddy (unless you really want to)
But if you are good and grown and lay down and conceive a child with someone not once but twice? I'm not thinking you have old-fashioned views about relationships. I'm thinking you partake in recreational sex. With insufficient protection. The condom broke? Guess what? You knew that could happen.
I'm sure you're a great person, though.
But it seems to me that men with kids zoom in on women without them. Nothing wrong with kids as people. Just their ignant parents that frustrate me.
I am trying to increase my pool of eligible men to include those with kids. The divorced ones, not the baby daddies.
I mean I'll give you one "accident"......she said she was on the pill blah blah blah. But two? I need to see that you at least gave marriage a try and got divorced.
I believe in marriage. It's half of my religion...seriously. And its not just for white folks!
Yes, I know the divorce rate is high. But the number of children born to unmarried parents is high, too. Too High.
He went on to say that "We can learn a lot from our grandparents' relationships."
And what, sir, did you learn from them?
I don't know if the 2 kids are from the same woman.
Shut up, I know I'm being harsh. I'm conservative when it comes to things like this. But gee whiz I'm tired of seeing this.
I'm not saying if you get pregnant as a teenager, you should marry your baby momma or daddy (unless you really want to)
But if you are good and grown and lay down and conceive a child with someone not once but twice? I'm not thinking you have old-fashioned views about relationships. I'm thinking you partake in recreational sex. With insufficient protection. The condom broke? Guess what? You knew that could happen.
I'm sure you're a great person, though.
But it seems to me that men with kids zoom in on women without them. Nothing wrong with kids as people. Just their ignant parents that frustrate me.
I am trying to increase my pool of eligible men to include those with kids. The divorced ones, not the baby daddies.
I mean I'll give you one "accident"......she said she was on the pill blah blah blah. But two? I need to see that you at least gave marriage a try and got divorced.
I believe in marriage. It's half of my religion...seriously. And its not just for white folks!
Yes, I know the divorce rate is high. But the number of children born to unmarried parents is high, too. Too High.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Cheers!
I spent a month in England. What was I doing there for a month, you wonder?
I did an internship at a university. I did not take classes, I worked at the university. My degree is in higher ed leadership. We have to complete two internships for the degree, so this was one.
I worked 4 days a week, leaving the other 3 to explore England. I visited Manchester, Liverpool, Birmingham, and even ventured up to Scotland.
It was all very interesting.
I stayed with a host family. I really wasn't that bad. It was actually pleasant. I wouldn't want to do it again, though. They did our laundry and had a maid, too.
I'm not a fan of traditional English food. But I ate way too much over there. I like prawn (shrimp) sandwiches. They seem to have more desserts available. They even have Ben and Jerry vending machines!!!! I gained weight and didn't exercise but I did do loads of walking. (they say "loads")
It's good to be back, though. I didn't think I would miss America so much. Don't talk about America!! I missed it, shoot. I got tired of ordering food and it not being what I thought it was. I got tired of people staring at me on the bus when I talked. I missed driving my car, (sho didn't miss putting gas in it, though)
I did an internship at a university. I did not take classes, I worked at the university. My degree is in higher ed leadership. We have to complete two internships for the degree, so this was one.
I worked 4 days a week, leaving the other 3 to explore England. I visited Manchester, Liverpool, Birmingham, and even ventured up to Scotland.
It was all very interesting.
I stayed with a host family. I really wasn't that bad. It was actually pleasant. I wouldn't want to do it again, though. They did our laundry and had a maid, too.
I'm not a fan of traditional English food. But I ate way too much over there. I like prawn (shrimp) sandwiches. They seem to have more desserts available. They even have Ben and Jerry vending machines!!!! I gained weight and didn't exercise but I did do loads of walking. (they say "loads")
It's good to be back, though. I didn't think I would miss America so much. Don't talk about America!! I missed it, shoot. I got tired of ordering food and it not being what I thought it was. I got tired of people staring at me on the bus when I talked. I missed driving my car, (sho didn't miss putting gas in it, though)
The African Guy
So we go out for some Bachelorette fun. Maid of Honor has some stoopid game we are supposed to play. We are each supposed to ask some random guy to do some random thing to the bride, who is wearing a tiara and bride to be sash.
Corny, but if I was getting married I'd wear it I guess.
I really don't want to play. I really just want to eat my turtle cheesecake. Most of the guys in this place are with women and if I were out with a guy I would not want some bridal party asking him to do pranks on a bride.
So my thing is to ask a guy to go up to the bride and ask her for relationship advice. Finally I spot a guy who is alone. I walk up behind him at the bar. I tap him on the shoulder (he's really tall) He turns around. Wow, he's really cute. So I ask him to do the prank. He says okay.
So he comes over to our table. He sits down and starts talking to the bride like they are old friends. She is open to this because random men have been coming up to her all night doing the pranks. He does not ask her what he's supposed to ask her. I'm looking at him like "dude you are getting too comfy...ask the question and move along! He asks her about marrying someone of a different religion. She responds that that's an issue for because she is Baptist and her husband-to-be is Catholic. (Those aren't different religions, but whatever).
So then he leans over and asks what I'm drinking. I don't "drink" so he gets me another cranberry juice. (That's my "bar drink") He asks me my name. I have an African name. He asks if I'm African. I say no. He says I look African (whatever that means). He says, "I bet my friends will think you're African." huh?
He has 2 friends with him. The friends were older, like pushing 40, but the cute one was 27. All three are from Kenya. He tells me not to say anything so they don't hear my American (southern) accent. He asks if they think I'm African. They stand there literally examining my every pore. I blow my cover and say something. They looked shocked. I look at them like they are crazy. One of the guys says, "you look African, but your hair is too good." He then proceeds to grab a handful of it, I presume, to see if its real.
I really was stunned, I had no words so I just yanked my head away blinked at him. I told the cute one, his name is JP, to tell his friends to behave.
So anyway, JP and I ended up hooking up the next night, after the wedding. I sent my friends his full name and license plate number in case I turned up missing. We went to this house party. I didn't want to go because I didn't feel like being in a crowd of people I didn't know. Plus I had done enoughe schmoozing at the wedding. But I was in dowtown Chicago and I didn't want to go to bed.
So we end up at this small apartment. Music blasting so loud you could hear it 4 stories below. I'm thinking I'm too old to be in someone's house with music playing this loud. And whose house is it anyway? I had just slunked into a corner and was poking my lip out when I see this chick in the corner of my eye. I think to myself, she looks familiar, but she's not black. Meaning: if I knew she was black, she would look familiar, but the person I'm thinking that could be doesn't live in Chicago.
So I turn my head and turn back and this girl has her nose in my face and is screaming my full name (which is a tongue twister to some). So she obviously knows me.
It's RL. RL stayed in my dorm Freshman year. There were only 50 of us and we grew close. RL's physical characteristics could cause one to wonder about her ethnic heritage. (In other words she's real real fair.) And she had chopped her hair off so I didn't really recognize her ..and I had no idea she lived in Chicago. And her boyfriend, who was there, knew JP and had travelled to Kenya with him. What a small world!
Back to the party. We ended up playing taboo, which is one of my favorite games. Then some white girls started arguing. Then they started threatening to beat each others arses. Then the police came. The music was too loud. Then we left.
I flew back to Charlotte the next morning. JP and I still chat on the phone and he even called me while I was in England.
Corny, but if I was getting married I'd wear it I guess.
I really don't want to play. I really just want to eat my turtle cheesecake. Most of the guys in this place are with women and if I were out with a guy I would not want some bridal party asking him to do pranks on a bride.
So my thing is to ask a guy to go up to the bride and ask her for relationship advice. Finally I spot a guy who is alone. I walk up behind him at the bar. I tap him on the shoulder (he's really tall) He turns around. Wow, he's really cute. So I ask him to do the prank. He says okay.
So he comes over to our table. He sits down and starts talking to the bride like they are old friends. She is open to this because random men have been coming up to her all night doing the pranks. He does not ask her what he's supposed to ask her. I'm looking at him like "dude you are getting too comfy...ask the question and move along! He asks her about marrying someone of a different religion. She responds that that's an issue for because she is Baptist and her husband-to-be is Catholic. (Those aren't different religions, but whatever).
So then he leans over and asks what I'm drinking. I don't "drink" so he gets me another cranberry juice. (That's my "bar drink") He asks me my name. I have an African name. He asks if I'm African. I say no. He says I look African (whatever that means). He says, "I bet my friends will think you're African." huh?
He has 2 friends with him. The friends were older, like pushing 40, but the cute one was 27. All three are from Kenya. He tells me not to say anything so they don't hear my American (southern) accent. He asks if they think I'm African. They stand there literally examining my every pore. I blow my cover and say something. They looked shocked. I look at them like they are crazy. One of the guys says, "you look African, but your hair is too good." He then proceeds to grab a handful of it, I presume, to see if its real.
I really was stunned, I had no words so I just yanked my head away blinked at him. I told the cute one, his name is JP, to tell his friends to behave.
So anyway, JP and I ended up hooking up the next night, after the wedding. I sent my friends his full name and license plate number in case I turned up missing. We went to this house party. I didn't want to go because I didn't feel like being in a crowd of people I didn't know. Plus I had done enoughe schmoozing at the wedding. But I was in dowtown Chicago and I didn't want to go to bed.
So we end up at this small apartment. Music blasting so loud you could hear it 4 stories below. I'm thinking I'm too old to be in someone's house with music playing this loud. And whose house is it anyway? I had just slunked into a corner and was poking my lip out when I see this chick in the corner of my eye. I think to myself, she looks familiar, but she's not black. Meaning: if I knew she was black, she would look familiar, but the person I'm thinking that could be doesn't live in Chicago.
So I turn my head and turn back and this girl has her nose in my face and is screaming my full name (which is a tongue twister to some). So she obviously knows me.
It's RL. RL stayed in my dorm Freshman year. There were only 50 of us and we grew close. RL's physical characteristics could cause one to wonder about her ethnic heritage. (In other words she's real real fair.) And she had chopped her hair off so I didn't really recognize her ..and I had no idea she lived in Chicago. And her boyfriend, who was there, knew JP and had travelled to Kenya with him. What a small world!
Back to the party. We ended up playing taboo, which is one of my favorite games. Then some white girls started arguing. Then they started threatening to beat each others arses. Then the police came. The music was too loud. Then we left.
I flew back to Charlotte the next morning. JP and I still chat on the phone and he even called me while I was in England.
I'm back!!
I keep saying I'm going to do something with this blog. You know...make it fancy...put up some pics...shoot just blog a little more often. It's not like I don't spend way too much time reading other people's blogs.
Anyway...its been over 2 months since I wrote anything.
So, I was in my friends wedding. Then the next weekend I left for England. Busy, Busy. Much to talk about.
The Wedding: It was a fun weekend, I have to admit. I hadn't actually seen her in over a year and if she wasn't getting married another year probably would have gone by before I saw her.
I was the best looking bridesmaid. Okay, two people told me that and one was my momma. I spent a lot of time agonizing over finding the right shoes to go with the dress and worrying about hair and make up you would have thought I was getting married. I just didn't want to look crazy because I knew a whole bunch of pictures would be taken.
Your normal wedding shenanigans occured. By the time I arrived in Chicago for the wedding (which was in Indiana) The maid of honor swore she was DONE with the bride and not speaking to her. *sigh* Something about not having time to get nails done. Of course all was well by the time we headed out for some bachelorette fun later that night.
I don't want to think about the money I spent on that weekend. The dress, the flight, the shoes, hotel, hair make up $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Can you put a price on friendship? I still think its usually an honor to be asked to be in someone's wedding. I've known this girl since Freshman year. I used to play Maxwell's urban hang suite in my dorm room by myself, with my black light on (remember those!). Lonely's the Only was like my favorite song. This chick knocked on my door and told me I needed to stop sitting around listening to that sad music, that I was never going to get a man staying up in my room on a Friday night listening to Maxwell.
Little did she know, Maxwell WAS MY MAN, and we were just spending some quality time. HUMPH! And what kind of man was I thinking about getting at 18 anyway?
Anyway...its been over 2 months since I wrote anything.
So, I was in my friends wedding. Then the next weekend I left for England. Busy, Busy. Much to talk about.
The Wedding: It was a fun weekend, I have to admit. I hadn't actually seen her in over a year and if she wasn't getting married another year probably would have gone by before I saw her.
I was the best looking bridesmaid. Okay, two people told me that and one was my momma. I spent a lot of time agonizing over finding the right shoes to go with the dress and worrying about hair and make up you would have thought I was getting married. I just didn't want to look crazy because I knew a whole bunch of pictures would be taken.
Your normal wedding shenanigans occured. By the time I arrived in Chicago for the wedding (which was in Indiana) The maid of honor swore she was DONE with the bride and not speaking to her. *sigh* Something about not having time to get nails done. Of course all was well by the time we headed out for some bachelorette fun later that night.
I don't want to think about the money I spent on that weekend. The dress, the flight, the shoes, hotel, hair make up $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Can you put a price on friendship? I still think its usually an honor to be asked to be in someone's wedding. I've known this girl since Freshman year. I used to play Maxwell's urban hang suite in my dorm room by myself, with my black light on (remember those!). Lonely's the Only was like my favorite song. This chick knocked on my door and told me I needed to stop sitting around listening to that sad music, that I was never going to get a man staying up in my room on a Friday night listening to Maxwell.
Little did she know, Maxwell WAS MY MAN, and we were just spending some quality time. HUMPH! And what kind of man was I thinking about getting at 18 anyway?
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