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!