Hey, hey, hey!!! We finally went out and did something with our bad selves.
...and took my place as the "drunk man magnet." Teehee.
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.
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?
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.
Test shoot for one of Lynn's projects. I'm so bad, I kill folks with a flashlight. 
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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)
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 - 
I've decided to just stop looking. You know how they say once you stop looking for something, whatever you were looking for will find you. So that, my friends, is what I'm going to do. I still would like to go different places around Atlanta though, get out of the house and do things, but I think I'm gonna start just focusing on me.
I've made a schedule for my everyday life that if I can follow, should get me to where I want to be educationally, physically, and domestically. I've scheduled myself to work out 4 times a week, time to go to the grocery store, and I've even scheduled a night to go out and do something fun. My birthday is quickly approaching and I don't want my life to be focused on having a man, I want to be focused on being the best me I can be. I'm numero uno to me, I need to start acting like it.
Soooo here's my rhyme.
Enjoy!
Some dude in Atlanta is claiming this, but I think it's been out up north (like in Baltimore or somewhere) for a while now. But uhhhhhhmm, all my grown folks, ain't this just the "Tom and Jerry" from back in the day reincarnated?? Real talk.
Also, let me just add that I have indeed attempted this dance...I can definitely do it - I just have to be picked up off of the floor afterwards.
I joined Nappturality a couple of weeks ago and my "Naps Won't Quit" video has shot up to 1020 views according to YouTube making it my first video to reach over 1000 views. Naps are apparently interesting.
They just voted Sabrina Bryan (one of the Cheetah Girls) off of Dancing with the Stars. She was the best dancer on the show. Are you telling me that America thinks that Marie Osmond is better than Sabrina!?!?!? Hellz Nawww. In my mind, the finale was going to be Sabrina vs. Mel B. (Scary Spice / Eddie Murphy's baby mama). But no, America ONCE AGAIN votes all crappy and this kind of stuff happens. The judges are at fault too though, they judged her harder than the other people (i.e. - Marie Osmond) because they knew how good she was. This girl made me want to learn how to ballroom dance, she effin rocks. And the fact that she wasn't uber-skinny was refreshing as well.
Sabrina and partner: WEEK ONE!!! The best Cha-Cha the judges had EVER seen on the show!!!!!
Maybe I should actually venture out into the world, the world of regular dating. You know, the world where you don't need an internet connection to meet someone, the world where you meet someone and hear their voice at the same time, the world where the first meeting is already out of the way. It sounds effin great right about now! I'm so tired of this whole routine, looking at profiles, updating my own, talking on the phone about meeting (but never actually doing it).
So I was thinking, maybe I should try to visit a new place every week. On my own or with friends, whatever. I'm not sure of where I'd go every week, or even if I'd have the time to do any of this. Right now it's just a thought, but I do need to get out more.
Any suggestions? (Atlanta area only please)
At the PC Halloween party one of my classmates, Kinzie, told me that it's impossible for you to make a tight fist when you first wake up. I've been trying to do it ever since. I think I even try when I'm turning over mid-sleep (thanks Kinzie, I really needed another weird thing to do while I'm sleeping). I've found it to be true when you first wake up the tight fist ain't happenin' (it takes a few tries to tighten up).
Is this why people sleep with weapons under their mattresses?
Didn't happen, AGAIN - for the third weekend in a row.
As far as I'm concerned 3 strikes and you're out.
We were supposed to meet today - he never told me what time he wanted to meet and when I asked him yesterday, he had no idea of what he wanted us to do, but he hinted around at doing something at the park (during the day).
So at 6:20 PM (!!!) I received a text from him. Here's the convo:
Strong - Hey Ma!
Me - Hey
Strong - Sorry I hit you so late. What are you doing?
Me - Just catching up on homework stuff.
Strong - Don't laugh. This weekend was not good.
Me - I'm not laughing.
Strong - I will make it up.
Me - No need.
Strong - Damn.
Me - The excitement has passed.
Strong - One more chance. Please!
Me - It's too late, I know what your thing is now.
Strong - What's my thing?
Me - You're the guy that doesn't keep his word.
Strong - I'm sorry.
Me - I know.
First off, let me say that I totally wasn't gonna do a Friday Rap Up today. Thic talked me into it; so everybody thank him. I was just gonna show bloopers (which I'll now save for another lazy day).
Okay, I've realized that even though I've cut back dramatically on my fast food intake, I haven't been eating great foods at home. Just because it's home cooked, doesn't mean it's good for you. I have at least 4 hotdogs everyday (two in my breakfast sandwich, and two in my dinner sandwich - teehee) and I know that can't be healthy. In addition, I put cheese on EVERYTHING. I gotta stop that. And mostly everyone knows that Koolaid is my drank! First quarter when everyone was sipping on tea and coffee trying to stay awake, I had a thermos full of Tropical Punch Koolaid.
Well, something has gotta give, other than the waistband on all my jeans.
I gotta diet y'all.
And I've been rocking this semi twist-out, wet-n-wavy without the wet look. It's alright, I just don't know how to keep it up (twist it every night?). I've been reading those darn Nappturality forums until my eyes Apple Shift Q (log off, for my non-Mac users). I have purchased some Kroger Olive Oil (extra virgin) and some more good stuff for my hair. I almost bought the damn flavored olive oil. I would've been walking around school smelling like Basil and Herbs. Can we say learning experience?
I told y'all I would try to post an old picture of me so that you could see how my hair looked before I started relaxing it. Looks like there's a wave there, but sadly no curls. It may have changed a little in almost 20 years of chemically treating it - we'll see.
I don't know y'all. Something is up. Remember when I told y'all that he was really nice and sweet? Well, that hasn't changed one single bit. It's just that we've been talking on the phone for almost 3 weeks now and we haven't seen each other yet. In my many months of experience in online dating I've never run across this scenario. Usually guys can't wait to meet in person. Strongman, though, is taking his sweet time trying to see me. The first week I wanted to meet up with him at the Taste of Atlanta, he was busy. The next weeked was his college homecoming, busy. And now, coming up on weekend numero tres plans are very iffy. He's saying we're definitely going to see each other, but I'm not holding my breath.
I really don't want to give up on this one though. He's so sweet to me; if he was just okay on the sweetness scale he woulda been gone a long time ago. But if we don't meet this weekend he'll be where? To the left, to the left.
In addition: He could be married with like 5 kids or something...geez.
Introducing Baleigh Reese Adams, born October 21, 2007....was the day of random people calling me.
The ex called. Left a message saying something about my rap skills - whatever.
Then, "Mr. Long Name" called. I haven't talked to him since I wrote that blog (over a month ago), his message was extra pitiful, so I thought I'd put it here for everyone's enjoyment:
"Yeah wassup with you, this is Darnell. I've been hittin' you up, but I give up...cuz you never pick up. So, I'll never call you again, it was nice talking to you, you had good conversation at first, but I understand where this is going. So uhm, you have a good life, I wish you the best in school, I wish you the best with God, and I wish you the best in life. Alright Tracie, peace out."
ugh.
Remember those knee slides I told y'all about? Yeah, so uhm, they hurt. In addition to this little doozie, I also have tightness pretty much everywhere. Waking up should be so much fun.
Today my classmate Ty and I went to Dance 411 for a beginner hip hop class called Juice. As you can see from the picture we were hella excited and ready to be all Hippy and Hoppy. On the way there we even sang a little diddy that went something like, "We going to hiiiiiip hop, it's gon be fuuuuunnnnn, and we gon liiiiiiiike it..."
Upon arriving we paid our first time class fee of $10 (not bad I must say) and waited for the Reggae class to end. And that's when I saw her - a girl walked in with the EXACT hair I want. It was natural, curly, wild, long, and uber-cute; turns out, she was our teacher. Before class started, Ty and I were kind of just standing around while all the younger, more agile dancers gyrated to the music. Some people were talking, some were stretching, some were biting their nails and smiling nervously (uhhh, that would be Ty and me). We warmed up and the teacher (I think her name was Mia) had us doing crazy push ups and ab work. My energy was already spent before we had learned a single step.
The dance was hella difficult; it involved scoops, knee sliding, kicks, pointing and all sorts of other dancy-goodness. Ty and I held in there (in the back of course) trying not to look too elderly and out of shape amongst all those youngins. She wouldn't allow the air conditioning to be turned on, she said, "Y'all supposed to be dancers, you're supposed to be sweating." I begged to differ. We sweat so much, my pores are exhausted. And as the class continued, Mia's clothes got fewer and fewer. When class first started she had on two shirts, a scarf, sweatpants, etc. That scarf got thrown probably 5 seconds into class. The first shirt maybe 10 minutes into class, and the second shirt left her shortly after. Now she had on a bikini top and sweatpants. I wish it were me. So not only did she have the hair I want, but the body as well. We learned the dance in sections and kept adding on until we'd learned the whole thing. Then she broke the class up into two groups, Ty and I were group 1. We went back and forth doing the entire routine alternating groups (somewhere in the middle of that Ty disappeared). I loved and hated it at the same time because I wanted to get everything down and some moves just weren't clicking with me. I finally spotted Ty, almost in the fetal position in the corner. He'd given up on life. He said he felt light-headed, and really I did too - but something made me keep going. He joined back in for the cool down though. The class totally kicked our butts. Most of the folks in class stuck around for "Advanced Juice" which followed, but Ty and I hauled ass out of there. And remember how happy and excited we were before class? Well here's us after class:
All and all, I don't think the class was beginner level. But it was fun nonetheless. It was what we wanted: an hour of hip-hoppy goodness - we just didn't expect to be so close to death afterwards. Dance 411 has so many fun-sounding classes on their schedule (Salsa, Jazz, ATL Crank, Pole Dancing, etc) that I can't go to because I have school. But the weekend ones I can (and will) definitely try out. For bustin' my butt, they get an A++.
This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's programmed in your brain!
1. WITHOUT anyone watching you and while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.
2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change directions.
I told you so!!! And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so.
Earlier this week I told you all that I am now starting my natural hair journey. I will be no longer relaxing my hair. I've received mixed reviews; some people say DON'T DO IT, while others are excited about the change. Me, I'm excited. I found an old picture of me at one of my birthday parties (pre-relaxer) and my hair was absolutely gorgeous. It had more of a wave pattern than a curl and it just flowed all the way down my back. The picture is pretty dark so I'll have to try to lighten it up in Photoshop or something and I'll post it on here for y'all to see.
Anyway, hopefully those of you who see me on a regular basis will excuse my upcoming trip to NappyLand and embrace the new hairstyles I will be trying. Laughing and pointing is not acceptable (applauding, however, is).
Get Nappy y'all!
I've decided to do it. I'm going natural. I'm going to grow out this chemically straightened hair of mine and let my natural, god-given, curl pattern show through. A lot of people (Kuh Reel Yuh, Lynn, etc.) don't think I'm actually gonna go through with this. Let's talk about this, I did just meet a guy; he probably likes my hair as is. However, I told him that I'm thinking about cutting my hair off and starting over; he sounded concerned, but not so much that if we were to become something more it would pose a problem. Either way, I've decided that my last relaxer will be my last relaxer.
I'm a bit nervous about this transition though, just because I haven't seen my natural hair since 5th grade. I just remember my hair being long and thick and not wanting a comb anywhere near me. I don't really know why, when my 10 year high school reunion is coming up, when I just met a really nice guy, why I would even venture into this natural hair journey now? I'm doing it, and I don't know what I'll be looking like for the next couple of months, but I'll definitely keep you posted.
I wish I had my MooMoo's natural curls:
But ultimately, I want my hair to look like this:
When I get further along, I will start a natural hair journal on Fotki, I'll be sure to post the link on here as well. For now, here's my 4 weeks past a relaxer picture:
Nappdom, here I come.
I've been trying to get some sort of motivation to work out everyday (or just any day), so I came up with this little diddy to get me pumped. Maybe it'll get you pumped too! Get fit y'all.
I recently realized that I haven't mentioned a lot of the man drama I've been going through while online dating in Atlanta on my blog. These guys are in fact characters in the story of my life (not major players, more like extras); let me introduce you:
"Ding Ding Guy" - We met for drinks at a nearby restaurant, had a blast. He seemed really cool and we talked so long we closed one restaurant down and decided to go to a bar for some extra talk time. I had a drink, he had a drink. When he drove me back to my car (parked at the other restaurant's parking lot), we talked more. I remember saying, "I'm so glad you're a regular guy." We parked and as I was telling some story I was looking out of the passenger side window, when I turned back to face him, his ding ding had emerged! (And had the nerve to be glistening in the moonlight!) I said, "What the hell are you doing?" He replied, "Aw c'mon girl, you know you want this." I ran.
"Rape Victim" - I only talked to this guy a couple of times on the phone, but he made me laugh (which I love) so I thought he had potential. On our second conversation, though, he told me he had something important to talk to me about, uh-oh. Well, apparently last year he was drunk at a party and a girl that wanted to be with him took advantage of his drunken state and "raped" him. And now there's a baby, which he doesn't believe is his, but is "too busy" to get a test done. AND after telling this whole story he had the audacity to say, "...but I'm drama free."
And I've already introduced you to "Mr. Long Name."
The losers are plentiful, but on the flip side there may soon be a good character added to my story. For now I'll call him "Strongman." Looking back, I haven't really met any "nice guys" online. They all seem damaged a bit - cocky, arrogant, gross, or angry because they "shouldn't be single." But this guy, "Strongman," approached me with respect from the very beginning. We've talked on the phone a couple of times already and I don't think there hasn't been a conversation between us where I haven't said, "Awwwww..." - because he's always saying sweet things. He's just super nice (plus he gets my silly side) and it feels good to finally feel excited about a man again. I guess I have a crush. Hopefully you'll hear more (good things) about my "Strongman." (insert girly giggle here)
...and that's okay with me. I have a lot to talk about, so I don't know why I've been slacking. Hmph.
What's my motivation?
I've been saying something new lately: Shun!
I got it from this episode of one of my favorite shows, The Office.
Dwight talks about shunning in the first minute of this video and then he does the actual "shun hand" around 6:05, but if you haven't seen this episode, I highly suggest you watching this recap.
Feel free to get yo shun on!
Yesterday was my first day of 4th quarter. It was cool, I had a night class but it rocked! It was Motion (After Effects), and we're learning how to make animated videos for broadcast. The first thing we did was to make this little square move around; I clapped when I saw my square turning all kinds of flips! It was so exciting. Oh, and I got my critique scores back and I finally received my first 10! I was happy about that.
*My first day of school shirt*
