Friday, December 28, 2007

Friday Rap Up - What do you resolve?

I'm still here in Mississippi visiting with the MooMoo and the doggies. It took me a little while longer to to my rap up today I guess because I'm in Mississippi mode, but it's here and it's still Friday.

I'm really excited about 2008 y'all. A lot of things are changing for me this year and I'm anxious to go ahead and get them started. I'm going to post my resolutions as an entire post a little closer to New Years Day, but this Rap Up is asking all of you what kind of resolutions you're making for the new year.

Hopefully this year we'll all be able to keep them.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Twas the day after Christmas...

...and my back really hurt; it's supposed to be good that my mother's a nurse.

Actually, I woke up on Christmas day with a pain in my upper back. It felt like a muscle sprain or something of the sort. My mom gave me some pills last night and when I woke up this morning I was actually okay (sort of). My mom and I were off to try to grab some post-holiday deals and when I turned my head, put my hand on the headrest of the passenger seat, and started to back my car out of the driveway, the pain returned - FULL FORCE! It really caught me off guard, I even lost my breath for a minute. And I have a high threshold for pain, brought about from years of my mother telling me to count to ten when I hurt myself before she'd do anything about it, but I digress. My mom was convinced my pain was not a muscle sprain, but gas.

This is our conversation at Target:

Mom: What you need is some Tums or Mylanta.

Me: What? What kind of solution is that to a sprain?

Mom: That's not a sprain, you ate too much macaroni and cheese yesterday.

Me: Is this what you tell your patients? Like oh, you have a bone protruding from your leg, must be gas. I'll get the Tums, but in the meanwhile do some jumping jacks!

Mom: Remember when you were little how I used to make you run around the house to get things moving? It works.

Me: Can we not talk about this now, please.

Mom: Is it the upper back or lower back?

Me: Upper, like in between my shoulder blades.

Mom: Mmmm hmmmm, gas.

Me: How is that gas? You would've said it was gas no matter what I said.

Mom: (to cashier) Do you not have Tums up here?

Cashier: No ma'am, not up here.

Me: *spewing evil eye darts at mom*

Mom: (whispers to cashier) She doesn't want you to know that she has gas.

Me: (internally) WTF...I DO NOT HAVE EFFIN GAS!!

Cashier: *uneasy giggle*

Me: Wow.

Mom: We're gonna have to hurry up because I need to release my bladder.

Me: Double wow.

Let's just say, I can't wait to embarass my kids. Oh, it must be much fun if my mom is still doing it and I'm 27 years old. Geez!!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Murr Crimmuh y'all...

Let me know what y'all got for Christmas. Okay, just one thing you got for Christmas, so I can be jealous and live vicariously through all of my blog fam.

I'll start: One thing I got for Christmas is - mama said she'd braid my hair today. That's something.
Whatchoo get?

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Tracie in Wondaland

Okay, let the updating begin!

Last weekend Kuh Reel Yuh asked if I would like to join her at a cabin up near Lake Lanier for the weekend. (This is where we had the brush with the law) The Wondaland Arts Society, where she interns, had rented a place out there and it was gonna be a good time. I couldn't pass it up. I mean, really, what else am I doing with myself?

If you're not up on Wondaland (an indie record label), I highly suggest you get to know Janelle Monae. *ripped from Wikipedia* She was first featured on the Purple Ribbon All-Star's Compilation Got Purp? Volume 2 in 2005. Her song "Lettin' Go," from this album became a cult hit and a fan favorite. Her next major feature was on OutKast's movie soundtrack for Idlewild, where she is featured on the songs "Call The Law" and "In Your Dreams."

Anywhooo, she's great (get the album on iTunes for like 5 bucks), everybody was so great. I had so much fun. Let's see, to tell it all very quickly here's what went down:

-We arrived around 8pm Saturday.
-It was just me and the interns at first.
-We all got drunk and tried to sleep a little, but...
-Around 6am, EVERYBODY else came (after a P.Diddy party)
-Around 7 (AM!!!) we barbecued
-slept a bit more
-'round 11am ate breakfast
-tripped out
-talked about pretty much everything
-I was the score keeper in the hypest game of Taboo I've ever been a part of (let's just say there was a small marching band involved)
-Went home, crunked out.

Me & Janelle Monae

Kuh Reel Yuh chowin' down

Delvin, Alex, and Rico

Jon, tapped out.

A little thing called WondaPunch

BBQ Chicken in the morning

I like how Mitch looks all "cabin-esque" with his iPhone.

AND, I finally found somebody to braid my hair. Thanks Alex!

Friday, December 21, 2007

Friday Rap Up - DWB

Wow! I can't believe one Friday Rap Up is stacked on top of another one on my blog; that means I didn't blog all freakin week. Well, I plan to catch you all up on my life when I have time to take a breather. It hasn't been that involved, just busy that's all; I don't want to build you up to let you down.

Anyway, this week's video is about something that happened last weekend.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Friday Rap Up - Why I Youtube

Happy Friday y'all!

You all know that you're my blog family, right? But what you probably don't know is that I also have a YouTube family. I have about 80 people who subscribe to receive my video every Friday. Last Friday one of my subscribers named Andsanp sent me a message asking me to record a response to a video he'd done asking people why they YouTube. I guess it's almost like I was video tagged. Maybe. A little.

So anyway, here's my response.

**OH! And I've added a little intro to my Friday Rap Ups. It's a little After Effects project I worked on this quarter. Hope you likes.**

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Sorry guys...

I know it's been a while. My critique is tonight, then I'm finished. Just hang in there!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Shorts are now allowed...

For a limited time only.
It was like scarf and hat cold last week, this week they are forecasting mid 70s! Just to remind you, it's December. Global warming eh?

Planned Parenthood

**My male readers might want to run and hide from this post, but it's not that bad.**

Planned Parenthood. Just the name alone makes me think of an old dusty room packed with teenagers, pregnant teenagers. But when I stepped off of the elevators, that's not what I found at all. The place was nice and clean; there were females (and males) of all ages. I even saw a cute young couple who were there to get HIV tested together (smart girl, I thought). I only went there to get my annual exam and HIV test because one of my friends told me it was cheap for students. And it was. Yay!

Let me just tell you, I'm not a fan of being naked on a cot, feet in stirrups, with all my business out there for some strange person to inspect. In fact, I've been going to the same gynecologist in Mississippi since I was 17. He knows I laugh during the breast exam because I'm ticklish; he knows that my cervix is tilted (oh the horror stories I have with other doctors trying to get that damn cervix). But I have to say, my experience at Planned Parenthood was THE BEST exam I've ever had.

The wait was horrible, though. I waited an hour and 15 minutes in the waiting room and another 30 minutes one I got into the room. But when the nurse practitioner came in, we talked, mostly about the history of breast cancer in my family. During the breast exam, we talked (and I didn't laugh), while she tried to get the right angle to find my cervix (didn't take her long), we talked, during the pelvic exam, we talked. And I didn't mind. In fact, it was great, and before I knew it, it was over.

In the end, I only paid a little over 75 bucks for a flawless annual exam, 3 months BC, and an HIV test. Score! So, if you're a full time student, like myself, I highly recommend the downtown Atlanta Planned Parenthood for your next annual exam. Plan to be there for at least 3 or 4 hours though. teehee.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Friday Rap Up - Apple Z

Requested by Chrissy.
What if we could Apple Z (undo) stuff in everyday life. Like, remember that time you peed in the bed? Well, what if when you woke up you could push Apple Z on your life and have that part undo itself. It'd be good.

Ready, go!

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Tania's gonna kill me!

But I think she may be living a double life.

Here's her alias "Mindy Mylrea," the 2004 Can Fit Pro International Fitness Presenter of the Year. I just saw her on an Orbitrek infomercial.

Oh Tania, I knew you were up to something.

Just a thought...

Shouldn't white men stop wearing black trench coats? (At least in schools) It makes me nervous.
I'm just saying.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

101 things about me.

1. I'm a planner.
2. I stopped wanting to get married.
3. But then I started back.
4. I'm a hopeless romantic.
5. I've been writing plays since I can remember.
6. I have a tattoo of a 4 leaf clover on my shoulder.
7. I got it for my gramma who passed away; her birthday was on St. Patrick's Day.
8. My granddaddy was the one who called me Tracie Mae.
9. My real middle name is Diane.
10. Which is also my mom's first name.
11. I have lived in a battered woman's shelter.
12. Gymnastics and cheerleading used to be my life.
13. My mom is funny.
14. So is my dad.
15. I think I'm slightly psychic, or highly intuitive.
16. I have two degrees in broadcasting.
17. I found out being a TV reporter is too serious for me.
18. I love to laugh.
19. I am an only child.
20. One Christmas I had 36 presents under the tree BEFORE Santa came.
21. I was that girl.
22. I had a skee ball machine in my house.
23. I'm not a trier.
24. I stick with what I know is good.
25. I enjoy rollercoasters.
26. I worked as a mortgage loan specialist for about 2 years.
27. I cry when I get mad.
28. I wish I could stop that because I think others look at it as a weakness.
29. I sometimes have dreams about beating people up. Men mostly.
30. I've never been in a fight.
31. I love Beyonce.
32. I wish I could be one of her background singers.
33. I tried out for American Idol.
34. I tried out for VH1's Diva show.
35. I tried out for VH1's Pop Culture Trivia show.
36. I lived in Mississippi for 12 years.
37. Now, I notice when I'm the only black person in the room.
38. While growing up in Chicago, I never noticed that.
39. My first best friend was Holly Panazzo.
40. I tried to find her on myspace once.
41. Death is one of my biggest fears.
42. Not my own, but people around me.
43. If I didn't make jokes, I'd cry.
44. I'm a worry-wart.
45. And a perfectionist.
46. I get it from my MooMoo.
47. I don't remember when I started calling my mom MooMoo.
48. I was named after one of my mom's friends from nursing school, Cie.
49. And my dad, Tyrone.
50. I wrote a letter to myself when I was 15.
51. I'm supposed to open it on my 30th birthday.
52. I can hardly remember anything I wrote in it.
53. I love being in love.
54. I think I'm a great girlfriend.
55. My ex used to constantly remind me that I wasn't.
56. My ex and I were together for 7 years.
57. I'm totally over it.
58. I love when a guy can make me laugh.
59. I fell in love right after I became single.
60. I shouldn't have done that.
61. My mom says I've been trying to win something since I was a little girl.
62. That's why she understands why I get sad when I don't win.
63. I feel like winning something big is my destiny.
64. I can't be on a treadmill next to someone who stops every 2 minutes.
65. Or someone whose sweat is flicked on me with every step they take.
66. Or when the person next to me is reading; you can't read and walk, it's just impossible.
67. I can usually remember what a word starts with even if I can't remember the word.
68. My friends think I'm wrong most of the time.
69. I need to start keeping a tally of when I'm right.
70. I believe in traditional gender roles.
71. Most guys are surprised when I tell them that.
72. I've never been given flowers by a man.
73. I think that the first man to give me flowers will be my husband.
74. I want to delete #73 because it might give someone an unfair advantage.
75. In high school the people at Burger King knew my order before I gave it.
76. BK was the hangout after school or a football game.
77. That was back when the Whopper was still 99 cents.
78. I'm not feeling the "happy Mary J. Blige."
79. I liked her music better when she was "Going Down."
80. I'm an R&B chick to the bone. Oldies through today.
81. I believe that any TV show is good as long as you watch it from the first episode.
82. I'm 5'3.5" tall (please say the half).
83. I'm a sucker for romantic gestures.
84. I love all Cranium games.
85. I want to have a party at my house but I don't want anyone to spill Kool Aid on my carpet.
86. I'm more patient than I should be.
87. When I was little, I felt sorry for 18-wheelers that couldn't make turns.
88. Not for the driver, but the actual truck.
89. I did some things in my past for the sole purpose of making my diary interesting.
90. I want some one to find my diary one day and publish it.
91. My mom and I sing songs randomly from old commercials. Like "Blockbuster Video, WOW, what a difference," and "Mommy. What is it dear? I want a Salerno Butter Cookie..."
92. "...You can lookie, lookie, lookie, but you'll never find a cookie with a better butter batter than Salerno, Salerno Butter cookie." I felt strongly about finishing that song.
93. I used to stick my head out of the car window like a dog and laugh cuz I couldn't breathe.
94. I fell out of the car when I was 3. Seat belts weren't the law.
95. I had an appointment to take pictures that day, so my mom put makeup on my exposed white meat, drew a right eyebrow on me, and we kept our picture appointment.
96. I used to perform for my family (plays, songs, etc.)
97. Occasionally I get a hankering to paint something.
98. Once I thought I could do a total room renovation before my mom came back from work. I emptied my room, ripped up the carpet, and drew up plans. It took me about 2 weeks. My mom wasn't mad.
99. Once I get something in my head, I have to do it, or get it, or research how to do it.
100. I think I want to live in Chicago again, as a grown up.
101. I went to Double Dare on tour back in the day. It was great.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Friday Rap Up - I don't know how to freestyle.

I know it's been like forever since I've blogged. It's that time again my peoples. Studio Week. For all of my new readers, studio week is a week at school that we're given to complete all of the assignments we've been working on all quarter. Then we present them to a critique panel and either get good reviews, torn apart, or a little of both. So around this time I end up blogging less, but I'll try to keep up this quarter.

This Friday Rap Up is totally random much like everything else I do.
I killz 'em with the freestyle! teehee.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Hey, it's me again.

Done by the one and only photographer in my quarter, Jamie Hopper; awesome shot.

My new celebricrush.

Reggie Bush.
Or as I like to call him "Reggie the so fine."

He used to be linked to Ciara. They do look cute together.

But now it's out that he's dating Kim Kardashian. The bootylicious Armenian beauty who had that sex tape with Ray J (Who, by the way, was one of my previous celebricrushes, until I saw the tape; let's just say there's a hook involved, teehee.). I can't even hate on Kim though, she's pulling fine men but she's beautiful, so it doesn't seem outta order to me. Mo' power to her.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Is that all it takes?

Earlier today Lynn and I risked our lives by doing a photo shoot in an abandoned building with a homeless lady sleeping in there. (There was a water bottle filled with pee in there, too.) She told Lynn if she'd known we were coming she would've cleaned up a little bit; awwwww. Anyway, Lynn had a make-up artist come over and get my face ready for the shoot. So for the shoot I looked like this:

After we were finished with the shoot, I had to go grocery shopping. I wiped off most of the makeup; the only remaining fragments were my still stained lips and fake eyelashes. So I looked a little something like this:

When I'm telling you I found the secret, I found the freakin secret. So, apparently, eyelashes are the thing; I'm guessing. In Kroger (the same Kroger where I've been shopping since May) not only one, but two guys tried to talk to me. I felt like I was in highschool again! One guy was an employee who asked, "When will I see you again?" I replied, "You've seen me every other week, this is my Kroger, where I shop." "I've never seen you before, I would've remembered," he yelled back as I pushed the cart away trying to hide my disbelief in the power of the eyelashes.

The second guy stalked me for a while. I didn't notice him doing it though, HE TOLD ME. Teehee. He even said he was scared to talk to me, like who the hell am I? Beyonce? Yes. I. Am. *wink, with one humongous eyelash* He introduced himself and we talked for a quick second before he asked if he could take me out sometime. "Possibly," I said. Dude looked young. He told me he went to Grambling so I'm guessing he's at least 23 or 24, but I don't know. We exchanged numbers and that was that.

**SIDEBAR** See, that's the thing about meeting people in person, I really don't remember dude's name, don't know how old he is, and in a short while I probably won't remember what he looks like. Online, though, I can research a dude.

When I got home, I had to take pictures forever preserving the day when Tracie's eyelashes helped get her groove back.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Friday Rap Up - Happy Holidays

Lynn's mama cooked for all of us who were staying in ATL for Thanksgiving. Thanks Lynn's mama! I ate goooooood, too. All diet restrictions went out the window. And I did gain 2 pounds. That's okay, I'm back on the grind. I just had to enjoy myself for the holidays.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Girlz Night.

Hey, hey, hey!!! We finally went out and did something with our bad selves.

Aisha, Lynn, Kuh Reel Yuh and myself all went to Verve Lounge tonight. It's down Peachtree and is basically 3 floors of clubbing fun. You tired of reggae on the second floor? Go upstairs. Wanna hear live music? Go downstairs. It was fun. I thought I was cute:

I had on my contacts (which I NEVER wear) because I didn't want to be bothered with my glasses. Me and Kuh Reel Yuh took pictures, myspace-style:
It rained a little bit, but we make anythang look good:

Lynn drove..

...and took my place as the "drunk man magnet." Teehee.

We danced:

We didn't know that when we got back to Lynn's car her tire would be flat.

We called Triple A and had to wait another hour after we left the club in a parking lot. Which would've been okay if we weren't fighting off homeless guys and crackheads. One crackhead, might I add, was sent over by an oh-so gentlemanly guy who was on his cell phone sitting on the hood of his car the entire time we waited. He didn't want to help us, so he told the crackhead to see if we needed help. Thank you typical Atlanta guy, thanks.
Guy after guy walked past, no one offered to help us. But as soon as the AAA guy got there we heard, "Y'all need some assistance..." "Oh, I didn't know y'all had a flat tire..."
Mmmm Hmmmm, save it fellas. As much as I hate Mississippi and have vowed never to date someone from there again, I can say one good thing about it. In Mississippi, we wouldn't have had to call AAA, somebody would've helped us.
*shaking my head* Step yo game up Atlanta guys. Geez.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

The bug that wouldn't die.

It is widely known that roaches can survive pretty much anything. They can still be up and walking around with their head cut off; they always seem to push through the pain of being squashed by my shoe (thrown from afar); and they are said to be the only thing that is going to be able to survive a nuclear blast. Here's what happened when I encountered one of those nuclear blast surviving roaches.

I walked into my living room, noticing a large brown spot on my light beige carpet. I didn't have my glasses on so I had to get closer to make sure it wasn't a stain or some lint off of my black slippers. When I saw what it was I jumped, I screamed, I ran around in circles. This is only the second bug I've seen in my place since I moved here. I had to have a plan.

Now, when I moved into my lovely uptown apartment I sprayed Bengal around the entire perimeter of the place, in every crack and crevise I could find. Living in Mississippi (with the biggest bugs EVER) helped me find out that little handy trick. So when I came across this huge beast of a bug on my floor, he was already on his back (thanks Bengal), but still fighting for his life.

My first plan: Throw phone books on him and do a tap dance on top of the books.
Result: Plan was thrown out when I remembered that he was on my soft, plush carpet.

Plan 2: Sweep him into a dustpan and throw him out the back door.
Result: When I attempted to sweep him I ended up turning him over and he started walking away. Screaming and jumping didn't phase him either. I had to sweep him until he was back on his back.

Plan 3: Put a wet paper towel on him, THEN sweep him into the dustpan. Move the dustpan into the kitchen (hard surface floor) and proceed with the original phone book idea.
Result: Got him into the dustpan (score one for Tracie), and pushed the dustpan into the kitchen with the broom. I was scared to pour him out of the dustpan so I just left him there to hopefully suffocate.

1 hour later - He crawled out of the wet paper towel and was now chilling on top of it. Almost like he climbed Mt. Everest or something, just perched up there feeling proud.

Plan 4: Knock the dustpan over with the broom, then throw 5 phone books on it, tap dance on top, and he'll be dead.
Result: When I knocked him out of the dustpan, I ran. Later, I peered around the corner to see that he was no longer in the paper towel, but he was still on his back. I had to get another wet paper towel, cover him again (which required me getting hella close to it), and then continue with the phone book plan.

Conclusion: I danced, twisted, and jumped on those phone books like I was crazy. I went to the store to get some Hawaiian Bread Rolls for Thanksgiving (my contribution) and when I came back, my phone books were gone!

Teehee. Just kidding. That's my mom's favorite joke, the "Roach stole my phone book" joke.
When I got back from the store, there just so happened to be two maintenance men outside talking. I asked them to pick up the bug for me and they did. That was nice.

I mean, what is a single, bug-fearing, girl like myself to do?
Add something else to my "What I like in a man list:" a man who knows that I'm scared of big bugs and will kill them without any hesitation. King Kong killed dinosaurs for that white chick, why can't I get somebody to step on bugs, pick them up, and not chase me around with them?

Can I get an AMEN?

Monday, November 19, 2007

King Kong.

If you know me, you know I'm not much of a movie-goer. I used to go a lot with "the ex" but mostly because he wanted to see something. I'm just a TV show watcher mainly. The last movie I saw was Oceans 13 (Lynn had to peel me away from a TV show to go). Most of the movies I see are when none of my shows are on and I'm just channel surfing (or when somebody makes me watch something with them).

So anywhooo, I just finished watching King Kong for the first time. Ever. I never even saw the original. And I remember wanting to see this new one when it came out, but like I said, I'm not really a movie-goer. I did, however, ride the King Kong ride at Universal Studios some years back. It came on HBO and I didn't see it from the beginning, so I don't really know the whole story. But...

Was it just me (being the single girl that I am) or was King Kong the strongest, most chivalrous, beast ever?!?!? I mean, okay, so he wasn't that cute, but homie could protect me anyday. And was this a love story? Did she love Kong? I never figured that out, but I know I did. I was (eyes filled with tears) yelling, "Leave him ALOOOONNNNEEEEE!" I know it could have never happened but I was hoping for the blond chick and Kong to go off and have some kiddie-kongs.

In the end, I was upset when Kong fell to his death. It was almost as if I was watching the last gentleman in the world perish. I mean, he saved her from like 4 T-Rex's and who knows how many other beasts that obviously preferred white meat. And c'mon people, he was learning sign language and everything. Kong would've done anything for blond chick, anything to protect her.

Add that to the list of what I like in a beast, er, man.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Foxy Tracie-patra

Test shoot for one of Lynn's projects. I'm so bad, I kill folks with a flashlight.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Another Saturday of nothing.

Yeah, so, remember that whole thing where I'm supposed to go out and do different things in Atlanta? Well, I'm finding it doesn't work so well when you don't have anyone to go with. I'm a fun gal, but I'm usually not one to venture to places unknown all by myself.

I wanted to go to this thing called PlayDate tonight. It's where you just play games (Twister, Scrabble, Taboo, Hungry Hungry Hippo, etc) all night with strangers. It sounded fun to me. Kuh Reel Yuh didn't want to go because she'd gone before and felt that there was "too much estrogen in the room." (I betcha tonight is gonna be like man-central up in there.) Lynn didn't wanna go because she'd just gotten in from out of town and wasn't in the going somewhere mood. PlayDate only happens once a month soooo, I guess that means I have a month to find somebody to go to the next one with me.

I guess tonight I'll just wash my hair, watch TV, and do some homework. Again.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Friday Rap Up - Gotta get my tag renewed

In Georgia, every year on your birthday your tag on your car expires. We all know my birthday was last week, soooooo, I'm riding illegally. I'm no stranger to the illegal ride, though. I rode around with an expired North Carolina tag for 3 years before I went ahead and got a Georgia one. But I almost feel compelled to stay current since I'm riding around in the state that issued it.

If I didn't have to go and get that freakin' emissions test it would be a whole lot easier. Geez.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

I feel smaller already.

I usually don't tell people when I'm embarking on (yet another) weight loss journey for fear of being ridiculed when my pants get tight again. But kuh reel yuh has set forth a challenge and even though I'm not competitive at all, I've decided to go ahead and make a REAL effort to lose weight.

I've started the 6 Week Body Makeover. It's the diet they used to use on Extreme Makeover (er, not Home Edition) for the people to lose a lot of weight before they underwent all those cosmetic surgeries. I attempted this program a couple of years ago and I didn't last long, but I know it works. I just need to have a strong mind and make it through.

*Where you at Thic??*

This virtual model is as close as I get to posting a picture of me in a swimsuit.

Me now versus Me later.

Isn't it funny how much my "after" picture looks like Beyonce? :)

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Feed me Seymour.

Lately, I've been living off of egg whites, strawberries, and cheese cubes. I ran out of strawberries two days ago; ran out of eggs today. After looking in my fridge, one would think I'd be much skinnier than I am. Damn genetics.

one day at a time

Most days I'm too consumed with schoolwork to think about being alone.
Most days I never even realize my loneliness.
Most days I don't cry.
Most days I don't acknowledge that no one calls my phone.
Most days I'm glad I'm just doing me.
Most days I know that someone will eventually find me.
Most days I don't focus on my empty house.
Most days I don't think about all my friends being married.
Most days I'm happy watching TV all by myself.
Most days I'm glad I'm single.

Today, is not one of those days.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

I'm a bitch in the afternoon...

Thanks to Ty and Chrissy for giving me something to post!

You Are 40% Bitchy

You're a pretty sweet person, and you're definitely not prone to bitchy outbursts.
Sometimes, though, you can't help thinking mean thoughts about people. But at least you don't act on them!

This is why everyone understands me.

Your Linguistic Profile:

65% General American English

10% Dixie

10% Upper Midwestern

5% Midwestern

5% Yankee

I need to get out more.

Look before you leap.

I've determined that since I've made the decision to no longer "look" for a man, I have absolutely nothing to blog about. I mean, what else do I do? School. New things with my hair. Uhhhh, that's about it. Without the occasional stupid guy encounter, my life is mad boring. Or at least it seems that way in the blog world. I should've thought about that before I decided to stop looking. Hmmmm. Oh well.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

We went back for more.

And we survived! Ty and I went back to Dance 411 today for the beginner juice class we took a couple weekends ago (Ty has been going every week). Remember the teacher I talked about (thought her name was Mia)? Well it turns out her name is Neo (Isn't her hair fabulous?), and she read my other post about her class. When we walked in and put our stuff down, she turned to us and said, "I liked your blog." We were like, "Whaaaaa?" I was semi-embarrassed (why? I don't know), but excited at the same time. She probably made the class a little more bearable for us elderly folks this time around (no knee slides), but we made it through without anyone reverting to the fetal position. We must join.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Friday Rap Up - Put yo summer clothes away

Listen, girls, I know. I know it's hard for you to get used to covering up your bodies again. I mean, it's been months of sweltering heat and wearing as little as possible was actually necessary (hmph). But now you must bid farewell to your sweet exposed arms, legs, and toes and say hello to boots, sweaters, and coats. It's cover up time people, so do it. Or risk getting talked about.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The Day of my Birth...

is today. November 6th. I am now a 27 year old woman. I guess I'm on the right track as far as my life goes. I'm getting this degree and hopefully by next year I'll know a little more definitely what it is I really want to do. I remember loving birthdays, not being able to wait until I turned 5, 10, and 13. I don't know what I was so excited about, maybe my party, maybe just being able to do more things because I was older. But now, birthdays remind me of all the things I haven't done. I haven't found my dream job, I don't have my dream car, or my dream man. But I'm accomplished in other ways, I'm smart, I think I'm funny (bump errybody else), and I'm hella determined to get this life thing right. So here's to me being 27! Yay! (I guess)

Monday, November 5, 2007

My Mississippi Weekend

I finally got to see the many faces of Baleigh Reese -

I also went to a bridal party for my friend Jade's mom where we had to wear "ugly" bridesmaid dresses, oh lawd -

I shook hands with my favorite man -
And learned a new funny trick -

(my arm, teehee)