Calgon...Take Me Away!

It's the "end of the year" for us at work, so there are many contracts to be written, policies to be made, and schmoozing to do for more money during this drought season. I am just tired, tired, tired.

My sons got in the car the other day and had a VERY interesting convo...it went a little something like this:

Me: It's looks like you boys are getting along with the kids very well at Summer Program!

W: (Under his breath) Yeah, the girls!

D: (Realizing that I hear W and looking at him with the look of, DAMN you're a snitch!) And the boys too, Mom!

W: For real, I got like 7 girls that like me Mom!

D: (After a long pause and seeing my grin in the rear-view mirror---total affirmation it was okay to continue this conversation) Well there's a 15 year-old girl who likes me!

Me: D how do you know, and why would a 15 year-old girl be interested in an 8 year old?

D: I don't know, maybe it's my personality...perhaps it's my style...Mom, she just digs me!

I was speechless...utterly speechless.

I had to pay roughly $240 today to renew my tags...and gas here is $4.29/gallon. No further explanation needed on how I feel about that.

I went grocery shopping yesterday and realized the ridiculous markup on food! I may be forced to live off of bologna and cereal for a while!

My bedroom TV is on the blink.

Things are going pretty well with Wal-Mart Guy...wait, did I tell you guys about him? Hmmm...guess not...great idea for my next post!

W is starting Middle School next year and aside from the fact that I will be paying out of the wazoo to buy uniforms, I am NOT mentally and emotionally ready for this!

I have not produced one, single thing at work today except this blog post.

Did I mention that gas is $4.29/gallon?

*Sigh*

Woe is me.

I'm In Love-Part 2...The Reveal

Now that everything has been perused and pondered, all the ado is done, and 69 comments have been posted, I thought it high time to share with you who the said Blog Crush is. I mean I haven't been reading his stuff for very long, but the time that I have been seems like an eternity. You just never know what to expect when you go to his place. And aside from the great anecdotes, the smut, and the "high" times, he also keeps it all the way real...Damn it, 100%.

And do you want to know, my friends, how he put the icing on the cake? He stood up for me and was ready to put a Mofo, that found me through his blog, on BLAST for disrespecting me. The guy e-mailed me thinking that I was the skinny, bustaceous broad on the cell phone depicted on my avatar and was disappointed when he found out I was a thick, voluptuous, CORNBREAD-FED sista from around the way! I told the Good Doctor not to bother, but I rested assured that this "folk" had my back.

So with that being said, Torrance Stephens, Raw Dawg Buffalo, you are, beyond the shadow of a doubt, undeniably, almost inexplicably, and unequivocally, my Blog Crush. That's you my friend.

And there you have it "folk...the truth, uncut funk, DA BOMB!"

I'm In Love-Part I

Okay, Nina brought it up, so...I dare to go there. The topic you ask? Blog crushes. I know that many times before, we've toyed with this, and had a few cute-sy ones of our own, but what I'm speaking of here my friends is something a little deeper...

Each day we visit our blogs, those of you who are like me, we go up and down our Blog roll and read the latest post by our wonderful friends. We also check out any new Bloggers who may stumble upon our paths in comments. Well, one day I stumbled upon...correction, actually, I think he stumbled upon me, and the moment I clicked that link, I was hooked. Literally.

This man is someone to be admired. He is the epitome of greatness in/through his writing. His words quite often jump right off the screen and move me in ways unknown to mankind. To him, it seems as though the world is crazy, life is real, and time is of the essence. The more I read, the more I'm drawn to him. His writing has taken my imagination down the road less traveled. He has style, grace, and a certain charm about him...he's mysterious, he's untamed...he's all that and a bag of fucking Lay's potato chips...I'm telling you Nance!

So when I confessed "my love" to Nina one day, before she alluded to it in her blog, she decided to check him out, and was quite impressed with him. She completely understood my overactive hormones, and my impetuous fervor with each and every mention of his name...I am in Blog Love!

In comments...how do you feel about Blog crushes? Is this a naughty little thing for us to do and/a sly little way for us to "cheat?" How about a stab at who my crush is?

While I'm Still Drafting The More Serious Stuff...

Now THIS my friends is TRULY Ghetto Fabois!!!!

On The Bandwagon...

Everyone is doing this, and I am quite intrigued by how they are turning out, so I decided to give it a whirl!!!

If you'd like to do one, too, here's how:

1. Using the questions below, type your answer to each of the questions one at a time into Flickr Search.

2. Using the result, select an image from the first page.

3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker. Choose the 4 x 3 or 3 x 4 option. There are 12 questions, so you’ll need 12 images.

4. Save your mosaic and upload it to your post. Or print it out and mail it to Grandma. She’ll think you painted it yourself and she’ll invite her friends over to make them jealous.The questions:

1. What is your first name?

2. What is your favorite food?

3. The name of your high school?

4. What is your favorite color?

5. Who is your celebrity crush?

6. Favorite drink?

7. Dream vacation?

8. Favorite dessert?

9. What do you want to be when you grow up?

10. What do you love most in life?

11. One word to describe you?

12. Your flickr name?

In comments: I'm sure you can guess the less difficult ones such as my name and my favorite food/dessert...how about a few guesses at the others?!

Alas...

It's Official!

This morning at 8:40 and 59 seconds, it was my very last moment and second in time in my twenties!!! Hmmm, how bad can it be? A couple people told me that I should now officially stop counting and claim and profess to be 25 for at least 5 more years. There are others who tell me that I should embrace it and embark upon my new decade with my head held high. I don't know yet...I guess you can ask me after free drinks for ladies tonight from 9-11 p.m....I am so there!!!

In comments...did/will your 30th birthday depress you?

It's My Party...She Can Strip If She Wants To!

Okay my friends...I sat on this for a couple of days, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it or not, but against my better judgement...along with the fact that I am too far away to open up a can-0-whoop ass, I MUST scream on my blog.

We all have that "one" in the family that's just not right...be it that drunk uncle, that conniving aunt, or that "special" cousin that swears his plaid pants matches his polka dot sweater and fluorescent tie. You just accept them because that's who they are, and don't mind putting up the liquor, hiding your purse, or pretending you're blind.

But there is a certain one in my family that I'm not quite sure we have in common. She is not a CLOSE cousin, but a me and her father would share a last name hadn't my great-grandmother married type of cousin. I love her to death and have often times over the years hung out with her. Now, don't get me wrong, she has a HUGE heart and would do anything for you, and is quite fun to be around...we just lead 2 separate lives. We are a few years apart, but she had 2 daughters before I graduated...you know, that kind of stuff. She is also a hustler...hated by many, but I say hey, get down how you live, because her children STAY fly...the crib is SO crispy, and the ride stay kitted. She's my homie...my ace.

I'm a little upset with her right now however I won't express it to her due to the fact that it would be totally futile...I am going to just get it off my chest on my blog...in my space...where I can say whatever the hell I want!

Her son, her 3rd oldest child, just recently turned 13...it's all good right? Right on the threshold of manhood and so close to going to high school...13 is the first "teen" year...the SHIT! Bring on the cake and ice cream right??? Wrong! Not only did she have his party in a bar, she hired a stripper!!!! Several things about this have me livid, but I will only mention a few...um why are parents allowing their 11, 12, and 13 year olds to go to a bar? Why does he have to have a party that lasts until midnight? Why didn't that bitch realize she could get 15-Life grinding on those youngins who half of which don't even have pubic hair yet??? Is there any particular reason she couldn't just buy a PSP and some fucking collection baseball cards and call it a day?

I am furious...I could go on and on, but you guys go ahead...HAVE AT IT!