Let The Truth Be Told

It's Monday.

Just another manic Monday.

I thank God I have a job but it is always so hard to go back there after vacation. When I'm away from the madness of my job I feel so so inspired. I fall for my own hype that one day [someday] I can actually save the world.

:sigh:

Then back to reality. I like my job. I love my job, actually. I could do it for hours on end with no real problem. Helping people get enrolled in college? That's my jumpoff. Not only do I get to help people, but I help them get educated. The hours are wearing me down though. I wish my hours were 8 to 4 or 9 to 5. Also, the bs that comes with this job is wearing me down. :/

Being a grown up is tough work sometimes.

But, I'm here to live it, ups and downs and all.

This weekend was a blah one. Went to church on Saturday. I was getting so fed up with waiting on Mr. Man I was fixing to leave him and go to church on my own. :sigh: He's always late. I don't know why it irritated me on this particular day. Well partially because I didn't want to have an awkward conversation with my mom. She knows we're having sex and to her it's hypocritical for us to be having sex and not be married. I won't even go into the doctrine on that one, because Mr. Man and I have a different understanding...but more importantly, I like going to church. I'm trying to live my life the best way I know how. I don't want to leave that part out. So, my mom just kind of eyeballing me was making me anxious to leave. And the fact that I was anxious was adding to my impatience because I didn't want to be late. I went and waited for Mr. Man on the bus stop. I did want him to know that I don't like being late to church. He was getting a little touchy feely about it and I could tell. His bottom line response: don't. ever. leave. me. period. LOL. I really wasn't leaving [for real for real] I just wanted him to know that the thought possibly kind of crossed my mind to teach him a lesson. He got the point, lol. We didn't do anything else on that day because he fell asleep. Then after he woke up, I fell asleep, lol.

We've been apartment hunting [somewhat online, somewhat hitting the pavement]. I really wanted us to go big and get a house but I am realizing that is a way bigger commitment than either of us is willing to make just now. I still am looking into it, because even if we get married next year and have to rent, I only expect to do that a year - maybe two years tops. Truthfully, my credit is in the crapper [lesson learned!] and I'm still paying off my debts. Chicago is a beast. Houses are so damn expensive here. It's actually pretty discouraging, but I've been looking into these housing assistance corporations, and they give me hope that maybe within the next 1 or 2 years, I can have my own garden and what not. :)Otherwise, apartment hunting is not what's hot. I've got my wants and he's got his wants...but I find that more and more we're meeting in the middle. Like for instance, I have won the washer + dryer battle (in-unit). Score! Basically, he was firm on his position of a laundry room until I said: "I like to wash in the middle of the night. What if I want to wash clothes in the middle of the night in my panties? You've taken that away from me." He looked at me with his mouth open. He said "No you wouldn't do that..." I was like "Dude, do I not do everything in my panties when I get the chance?" And he thought about it. And caved on his original position.

Check.&.Mate. Sex trumps reason almost every time. I don't know why this troubles me...lol. It should be empowering...lol.

And I would like to say this is just a male thing, but I don't think so. Me personally? Like I would give a crap if he washed clothes in his boxers! Wouldn't do much for me at all, lol.

Anyway...I felt like sharing this awesometastic artist...Laura Izibor..I am finding that I like most music from across the pond..these girls can sang...it's one of the few albums in my rotation right about nizzow... :) I'm looking to add Maxwell to my repertoire within the next week..not until payday though...was sposed to get it for my bday *pouts* but I didn't get it...Amazon sent out the wrong CD. So until then...Laura Izibor from Ireland...

Pretty Wings

It's been a long time since I've blogged last. I look over to my calendar and I still can't really get over the fact that it's July.

Motherf*&$@#* July.

The year is officially more than halfway over. How to cope, how to cope - I just don't know.

I've wanted to write, at least mentally I've said over and over again "I'm gonna blog tonight." But - that hasn't translated into me getting off of my ass and pounding the keys.

First things first: my birthday was so awesome. I'm still semi-buzzin' from the birthday high. Mr. Man came and picked me up from work last Thursday, took me out to dinner. Picked me up Friday, to supposedly take me to get my eyebrows arched. When I get to the place he wants to take me to (of course, I didn't pick up on anything, thought he was doing the good guy thing by picking me up so I wouldn't be on the bus) the Russian lady tells me (in a beautiful Russian accent):"You're getting a facial?!" I stammered and replied "Uh, just my eyebrows thanks. I've gotta go get my birthday outfit." She tilted her head to the side, and laughed as she said "Oh your boyfriend has surprised you. You will spend the rest of the afternoon here at the spa, recieve a manicure, pedicure, massage, and facial. Oh and I can arch your eyebrows too!" I laughed and said "My boyfriend!?" She then informed me he would be back for the massage. It was such a wonderful experience. It was the whole enchilada...the cashmere robe, being waited on hand and foot, right in the middle of downtown Chicago - I was so emotional because I thought how thoughtful to not only get me a present I wouldn't get myself, but also to get me something I would just love! She called him to tell him to come back because she had done my feet and hands. When he walked through the door I kissed him on the forehead. The whole body massage was pretty funny to me - because I'm deathly ticklish. The room was kind of cold, but relaxing. Had the candles, and the music jumping off. I was so sure I was going to crack up but I held my composure.

We left the spa, he brought me home and I could tell that this birthday weekend was getting to him. He was exhausted, but so happy to make me happy. We went to church on Saturday, then to the hotel room he booked which was right by ESPN Zone (walking distance.) He even volunteered to pick up my family to take us to ESPN Zone, and when I went in my bedroom there were all these presents from my family, my boss. I was so overwhelmed. My mom got me a silver, diamond encrusted Mickey watch with a black face - it's sharp, lol. Definitely not for children. I had a basket of these African soaps (carrot and pomegrante) I love to use with candles and what not. That was from my boss. He gave me a silver heart necklace with pink stones. All of the love and presents was making me real emotional. Keep in mind this was technically my first birthday after my father passed away, so I was a little sensitive anyway.

The party was bomb. Even though a lot of people I didn't expect to flake out on me did flake out on me. My sister couldn't come because of work. I won't lie that I took it seriously; but it was all to the good by the end of the night. The people who came made sure I had a good birthday, and that I did. :)

I also got a new gold band because we thought I lost my original band. We went to Kay Jewelers but was kind of turned off by the bourgeois attitude of the saleslady. So, we booked it to K-Mart, went right to the the gold bands, and bought me a new one. Of course, I find it afterwards, but we still thought it's better to have a ring that actually fits, so we don't have to worry about that anymore.

I had the week off after my birthday from work so really...I just been chilling. I actually went to the doctor yesterday (my face, yes, my FACE has been killing me) and apparently I have a sinus thingie going on. They prescribed me some antibiotics - which I am opting to not take. Them shits will give me ANOTHER yeast infection, and I'm sick of having a hot crotch. I'm going to go to Whole Foods and get my natural healing on. So far, I've been sipping vinegar water, which helps me feel a lot better than taking all of these manufactured medicines. I think the doctor got an attitude with me but I didn't give a damn. How dare you tell me to take a medicine to make one thing better that would make another thing worse? That is so counterproductive and just plain stupid to me. I was telling Mr. Man that in about 20 years I'm going to be so earthy and hippie-ish it's going to be ridiculous. I was feeling a little righteous anyway since I've got my fro back. :) I love my hair, man. It's so thick and soft. Me personally, if I could walk around in linen tunics, flowy skirts and flip flops all the time I would. He didn't care too much, since he says he's going to grow a Moses like beard.

This is the end of this ramble. I'll be back to regular blogging about stuff that matters to me soon, soon, soon. Peace!

Build Me Up Buttercup

Finally something somewhat blogworthy and positive:

I met Erika!

And she is every bit as sweet, warm, funny, interesting, and COOL as one might think!!!

That totally made my summer, lol!!!