05.29.08

Fresh Out:

Posted in atlanta, blogging, food, life, random, television, thoughts, work, writing tagged , , , , at 6:28 pm by Lina

  • of energy
  • of remote batteries and I sure ain’t getting my ass butt up to change the channel
  • of milk, juice, and gatorade
  • of get-up-and-go
  • of good thoughts to develop
  • of tissues
  • of stupid soap operas to make fun of
  • …now toilet paper
  • of clean clothes (that aren’t my nice, saved for special occasion clothes)
  • of patience with my mp3 player
  • of Advil
  • of sick days (good thing I’M the boss)
  • of books that I haven’t read yet
  • of IOU’s from Scott (“but Bubby please rub my head… it Hurts!”)
  • of alcohol (NOOOO!!!) lol
  • of empty trash cans
  • of Jello and soup
  • of ammunition in which to kill Dollar Menus on GTA IV (man, where are those pages of code cheats?!)
  • of bad vibes (I sent them all to the producers of day-time television)
  • of the dryer and now wrapped around my body

Staying home sick is no fun when your significant other is on an important deadline at work and his sister is out on a “day date” with some dude from the bar.

I swear if she gets over Awkward (see Tears, Beers, and Somebody else’s Fears) this quickly and starts dating Eau de OMG (like that nickname do ya?)  :D   I will have to brain her with my trash can full of tissues. Enough about her. This post is a homage to self-pity, boredom, and snotty noses.

 

Allergies be Damned!!  :)

05.28.08

You Don’t Need A Reason To Celebrate!

Posted in City life, Dawgs, atlanta, blogging, escapades, family, life, love, relationships, thoughts tagged , , , , , , , , , at 11:34 am by Lina

My blog hit 2000!!! Wahoo! I pushed Skinny Me out of the bed and into the shower, shouting at her through the bathroom door to dress to impress becuase we were celebrating.

“Celebrating what, Picante?” Scott asked from the hall, where he had been taking out the trash.

I back-peddled quickly, not wanting to blow my secret identity out of the water. I like my freedom to say what I want. “We’re celebrating [Skinny Me] being here and all of us being successful, healthy and thriving!” I smacked his butt. “Go get sexy, bub.”

He pulled me back, coming This close to dislocating my shoulder because I was a millisecond into a dash/skip/dance something. “I already am sexy, and I would rather stay home and prove it to you.”

Que jelly legs and some hallway making out and we were off to get dressed for the night life. It’s been so nice at night lately (after the apocalyptic rain stopped) that I decided to wear a pair of short black shorts (made of suit fabric), a very cute red satin blouse that looked something like this:

, and a pair of black pumps. I had straightened my hair and stuck the comb from Halley’s wedding into my hair.

Once out and about, I stuck to Scott’s side like a burr, giving off the distinct signal of “Back off Bitches! I bite!” like it was a neon side above my head. Scott seemed to be enjoying every minute of my non-verbal war with the single women of Atlanta as a whole. “This was a good idea,” He murmured in my ear, doing his own little non-verbal attack by whispering in my ear and making it look like something else entirely as a richly-dressed guy with graying hair and great smelling cologne was about to walk up.

“I’m glad I didn’t have to compete with these girls to get you to myself. It would not have been pretty in the end.” Skinny Me had disappeared by the bar, but I could tell by the laughing circle of young men that she was over there having a good time. “I guess [skinny me] gets over her depression pretty quickly.”

He shook his head, making his new idea -a sexy but scruffy goatee- brush against my neck. Good thing I was already leaning on him because my legs gave up on the pretense of being self-controlled. “It’s all an act so that she doesn’t ruin the night. She’s been on antidepressants since she was 17. Our parents kicked her out at 18 because she went off her meds and disappeared for a week, so I kind of became her only family.” He led me to a quiet-ish corner. “I went to her graduation, drove to Kentucky with her when she got into a college there, send her some money periodically, and help make a tuition payment every now and then when she gets bogged down. She works two regular jobs plus is a teacher’s aide/tutor when needed.” He looked into my eyes. “I’ve been keeping her balanced by flying her down here a couple of times a year. Plus, I know her psychologist very well by now.”

I stared over at the thinning circle, watching Skinny Me sip her Corona. I snuggled closer to Scott. “So, you must be the only normal one in your family, huh?”

He laughed. “Who says I’m normal? I’m a editor for a women’s magazine, living in 2 apartments at the same time, and am entirely addicted to sex.” I hit his arm. “Just kidding! Better worded, I’m crazy about you.”

We kissed and just stood there for a while, watching the hubbub around us.

“I think we’re a little to old- I mean mature- for these kind of clubs,” I said, laughing, a moment later. “Don’t you think we should be at one of those small, family-feeling pubs or privately-owned bars.”

“I agree, Picante. We are the old married couple sitting in the corner booth arguing over who will drive home and how crappy the Bulldogs are playing.” This earned him another hit on the arm.

We spent the rest of the evening dancing and making out in our little corner, only coming out for air and more drinks. To think I had one of the best nights of my life, and it didn’t involve utterly destroying my liver, talking to perfect strangers, or making a idiot of myself in the middle of the dancefloor. Maturity-ville, population: two… for now.  :D

05.25.08

Don’t You Know It? I’m A Poet!

Posted in Drama, blogging, issues, love, single, thoughts, writing tagged , , , at 2:52 pm by Lina

As promised, here is the poem I wrote for Skinny Me. She happened to love it, and it seems I have a younger sister now. :)

Lovers Anonymous

My name is lonely.
I am addicted to you
Your touch, your laugh,
Your voice, your smile.

But you don’t know,
How I yearn for that connection.
I’m impatient.
Can’t wait for my next fix of you.

Obsessed?
Maybe
Addicted?
Definitely

Itching for that next moment.
Restless for that next touch.
Withdrawal is my symptom.
You are the disease and the cure.

Tell me what you think because I don’t know if I even like it. If I get any good reviews, who knows? I may even let Scott read it. He’s not big on poetry though, which is why I love him. There is no hidden meaning or questioning with him.

Tears, Beers, and Someone Else’s Fears (contd)

Posted in Drama, issues, love, relationships, thoughts, writing tagged , , , , at 2:46 am by Lina

*rubs hands together* Ok, Skinny Me’s emotional distress is over a guy. I swear the stupidity of guys is what makes our lifespan so short for some women! I don’t seem to suffer from this problem though. YAY me! lol Scott said that she was really open, blunt, and outgoing, but she must’ve changed or something because the nervous girl sleeping off wine on my couch isn’t very experienced with guys or the mind games that people play with each other.

Anyways, for Skinny Me it all began a month or so before her school-year ended. She described her little circle of friends which included two really close girl friends and a couple of guy friends, one of which is a friend and his brother from high school, to whom I’ve given the name Oblivious (the friend) and Awkward (thebro). Oblivious and Awkward are twins but ended up at the same college because their mom is on the board of directors. They share a small house off-campus, which is where they all congregate to hang out.

So, Skinny, Oblivious, Awkward, and Young’n (her other close friend and the youngest of the group) were watching a movie when Oblivious gets up and goes to bed. Young’n proceeds to pass out, which leads to a few jokes about her and some joking about them being alone. Awkward and Skinny end up laying on the couch together, watching the tv but not really watching it from what she said. They made out for a really long time before just laying there talking while he played with her hair. She blushed the whole time she was telling me this, so I’m guessing Skinny is still a virgin (Cheers to her!) The next day before she left, she caught him alone and they talked a bit; they came to a agreement that they both liked each other, but they couldn’t date because he has A LOT of stuff going on (*cough cough*- whatever) with his family and not supposed to be involved with anyone… weird if you ask me.

I interrupted with a quick “What the fucking hell?! He’s old enough to make his own decisions and take care of his own business!” then I shut up again. She went on to say how when she had seen him on campus a few days later because they all have a place where they meet up between classes and over the summer when they’re too broke to go anywhere else. Her friends were there too and he didn’t act any differently towards her. So, the next time she went to her friends house, it turned out to be just her, Oblivious, and Awkward sitting in the living room watching tv. And, he had tried to keep some contact between them through the entire time even though he was sitting on the other side of the couch and her friend was right in front of her.

Skinny almost started crying, but I just refilled her glass and told her to keep going. This is how I’ve percieved the whole crock of drama. He won’t really talk to her, he prefers her over Oblivious’ other friends (which is how oblivious has taken it), and he makes a lot of dirty when they end up in a room together, which she makes a stupid comment back and they laugh. She’s upset because he’s graduating before her. She doesn’t know if he’s coming back for the next level or if he’ll go out to work. If Oblivious knows, he sure isn’t saying anything-except Skinny did mention that Oblivious does make curiously specific jokes about her and Awkward.

I could’ve shook Skinny to death. Instead, I had downed my glass of wine and asked, “Why don’t you try taking that step and talking to him?”

She blushed further and went on about how she never knows how he’s going to react. He blows hot and cold, and will have days of joking around and days where he’ll get an attitude. Then, there are others when he’ll be cool- or drunk. Awkward has emotional problems if you ask me. He needs some help to balance HIM out and get rid of his male PMS.

I can’t shake the feeling that he may be using her to get what he wants. My head hurts from it all. This is why I gave up dating when I graduated college; it hurt too much on too many levels.

Skinny is all torn up over him, and I don’t really know what to say to her. I can’t say, “forget about his junk and find somebody” because it’s not that easy at all; I know all too well. She is totally stuck on him, but if he would clear up his junk (tell her straight up whether they have a chance or not) she said she would take it good or bad and deal with it.

“I need to forget him, for my sanity’s and grade’s sakes, but I just can’t. I can be distracted for a little while, but it creeps back like an addiction that I’m trying to get over.” -Skinny Me

I wrote this poem for her today while she stayed in Scott’s bed all day. I’ll post it after I get some sleep myself, if I can with all this swimming around in my head. Dammit!

 

Good bye personal funk, hello everybody else’s problems! I am a sponge soaking up your issues like spilled milk- tears included. I should’ve become a therapist!

Tears, Beers, and Someone Else’s Fears

Posted in Drama, atlanta, cooking, family, food, issues, life, love, relationships, thoughts, work tagged , , , , , , , , at 1:56 am by Lina

I have another new best friend (who came into town a week early on Thursday)!! Scott’s sister is so much like my high-school counterpart that it’s scary. As soon as we had our first conversation, in the longest car ride EVER out of the airport, I nicknamed her Skinny Me. Skinny Me is 22 years old, is going to college in Kentucky (wtf right?) to be a gynaecologist (or obstetrician) (EEK) , is about 6 feet tall, but weighs about the same I do (i am so jealous!). She has shoulder-length brown hair with pretty caramel and dirty blonde highlights (and a section of bright pink on the underside of the back!)

Anyway, I have named her Skinny Me because of her penchant for tactlessness, mental fumblings, and over-all hyperactive-kid-on-speed energy level. As she talked ninety miles a minute from the backseat of Scott’s truck, I half-listened and half-grieved on how I had realized how much energy I lost as I got older. She’s got a great sense of style because she knew that I was wearing this little pink cotton “smocked razorback” dress from GAP. Also, she was wearing really nice jeans (she confided she found them in a corner of a Salvation Army), a cute pair of American Eagle flats, and a loose-fitting boatneck t-shirt.

The three of us ate a quick lunch together, and as Scott was begrudgingly saying goodbye to his truck keys so we could back to the apartment he pecked my cheek and whispered, “Keep an eye on her please. She’s been under my responsibilty since my parents kicked her out at eighteen.”

He hugged Skinny Me who chuckled. “I’m 22, not 12. You can give her a proper bye without whispering junk about me.”

I leaned against the car and laughed. Scott turned a few shades of red before I caught my breath and pulled him to me, only for him to take it again. *sighs dreamily* His kisses are like drugs to a withdrawn junkie, relieving, wonderful, brain-mixing…  :)

“There you go big brother,” she quipped, earning a playful smack on the arm. Once out of the car park, I snuck a glance at her as I fought lunch hour traffic- sweating bullets because I’m not used to driving anymore, much less a 4×4 monster through crowded Atlanta streets. “You didn’t have to embarass him.” She laughed and turned to face me. “I know, but he needed it. I keep him from turning into one of those arrogant dickheads. But now, the job isn’t solely mine. It seems you don’t take shit either.”

I smiled, not saying anything because I would’ve ended up opening a can of worms to the past that I had closed and buried years ago, which I will go into another day. We went back to my apartment, where we mooned and drooled over our favorite brands and labels on my laptop for a couple of hours. She went next door to get settled into Scott’s bedroom-fresh sheets, vacuumed, clean bathroom, and fresh sunflowers courtesy of me, so I ran (in which I mean I speed-walked like the dickens) down to the store to do a quick check-in, sign for a delivery, and call in employees for my future absences while Skinny Me is in town.

When I got back to the apartment, sweating, barefoot (my flats were creating blisters OK?! lol), and my hair going crazy with the humidity, Skinny Me was sitting at Scott’s desktop PC cleaning out her email and sniffling. Wait, what? is the first thing that popped into my mind. I tried to walk backwards out slowly, but I hit my heel on the doorjam and crashed into the door. “sorry for barging in. I’m back and will be at my place getting dinner ready.”

“It’s ok,” she replied, “Wait just a second I need some advice from a objective third party’s perspective.”

Oh shit, I thought, and I must been an open book of facial expressions that day because she gave me a watery smile and shook her head. “It’s nothing to heavy or anything that you’ll have to keep from Pops.” Aww, she has nicknames for Scott too.

I sighed and told her to come back to my apartment, so we could talk over a glass of wine while I got the chicken meatballs and vegetables ready for the subs I had been wanting to make ever since I saw them on 30 minute meals. However, when I poured each of us a glass, dinner was forgotten. We ended up ordering Chinese because Pops got home late, and Skinny Me and I were a little drunk by the time he got there.

Next post will be what she told me because I even need some help deciphering this situation!! SOS

05.21.08

Getting Off My Bum

Posted in City life, atlanta, escapades, family, food, issues, life, love, random, relationships, thoughts, work tagged , , , , , , at 8:15 pm by Lina

I’ve been dealing with some emotional imbalance lately, and I’ve tried to “recharge” so to speak. However, it’s gotten to where I feel like I’m just putting on a mask when I get up in the morning. I still feel disconnected with my reaction time slowed down to “Huh? Something happened?” It feels like I’ve been wrapped in wool and put in a world of black, white, and monotone. Why couldn’t it be bubble wrap like that commercial?

I had coffee with one of my old professors this morning. All of her students used to call her “Queen Mum” because she had moved to the U.S. from London just a few years before I was graced with her knowledge and well… unique… personality. Anyway, as we were sharing a ginormous English muffin and sipping at our coffees, we filled each other in on the events going on in our lives. We had become friends once I got out of her class, and when I graduated, we kept up a consistent email friendship and having coffee or lunch together a few times a summer.

Somehow, without meaning to, I told her all about my emotional problems lately and how I feel liek I’m letting Scott down by not being this Yea-let’s-go-buy-a-house-and-be-together-forever kind of woman. I’ve realized I don’t run on optimism and sunshine like he does. I’m built of harsh realities and random peculiarities. She took a sip of coffee and looked pensive for a moment before smacking my bare knee and telling me to “get off me bum.”

I cocked an eyebrow at Queen Mum, who is everything all women want to be as they age. She’s about 54 with lustrious silver hair cut into a VERY chic bob. She has a slender figure to die for, which is accentuated by the lovely skirts, slacks, and designer blouses she wears with understated but flattering kitten heels or some of her collection of Christian Louboutin shoes. She once admitted to me that when she was younger, she picked a pair of those red-soled heels over groceries and had to get a loan from her parents to make it through the next few months. She is my idol.

She laughed at my cocked eyebrow and then explained. She had never heard bum used as a verb until she came to America. In England, it meant your rear end of course, so when one her students came into her creative writing class “bummed out” she was stumped. she had told the student to keep their sexual preferences for outside the classroom and was laughed at. Once said student also explained their wording, she proceeded to say, “well, get off your bum because we’re doing comedy not tragedy.” 

Yes, it is all corny, which is what I thought when she told it to me, but the more I think about it, the more I like it.

So, I’m trying to get off my bum and get back into the world where everything is in technicolor and usually smells just as bad as it looks. Not just because I want to start enjoying my time with Scott either (he’s getting rather frustrated and going through withdrawal *wink wink* if you know what I mean). I stood in the middle of the store today, staring off into space for a good thirty minutes, not really thinking of anyhting yet thinking about everything. Jesse looked at me funny; I could tell I freaked her out completely. Mental Note: Space out at home alone, less people to worry about you there

His sister is supposed to be flying into Hartsfield-Jackson airport sometime next week, and she’s staying for around a week and a half. Scott will be spending a lot of time in my apartment even though we prefer his. I don’t think he’ll last much longer of me holding out on him. I got him hooked on me!

Btw, I played GTA 4 for about 5 hours yesterday. I killed a bunch of people, got shot a few times, almost arrested, blew up approximately 100 cars, some motorcycles, and a couple of helicopters. I’m not going down without a fight!

 

 

But officer! I had every excuse to kill that Dollar Menu look-a-like!

05.19.08

So Tired Of Everything

Posted in Drama, atlanta, dogs, issues, life, love, random, relationships, single, thoughts, work tagged , , , , , , at 9:36 pm by Lina

My usual pleasant to the point of possibly medicated and chipper mood is MIA. My moods used to flucuate more than an airplane’s altitude when I was younger, but I always chalked that up to my single status and close friendship with alcohol. I spent the weekend playing the new Grand Theft Auto game with Scott because it is FRICKING AWESOME! So what if I’m going on 30 and love video games? We share a game because I’m the best at driving and doing random public massacres in crowded areas while he actually plays to finish the game. lol

Anywho, I woke up Sunday with this cloud over my head for some reason. I sat on the couch in my jammies trying to do work while I was really only surfing the internet for hours on end while Scott went on a run with the dogs. He came back with his shirt thrown over his shoulder, all sweaty and sexy-looking, but I just couldn’t focus enough to make those basketball shorts disappear. He looked at me kind of funny when I only waved at his return, but he didn’t say anything.

To make matters worse, there was some drama going on at work. I had hired a new part-time girl to work every other afternoon. I should’ve known better than to hire anyone who had their phone flashing ever couple of seconds. I’m not having kids…ever. Adoption or foster home? Possibility, but a lot (not all) of kids these days have no respect… FOR ANYTHING! I shot her down for more than minimum wage, and I kind of have a rule against open flaunting of skin. I may wear nice clothes that show off my legs or wear a low-cut top, but no belly-shirts, tube tops, hooker heels, bra tops, backless tops, or booty shorts allowed in my place of business. My store is like a library because of the diversity of the people who come in. I digress.

The new girl, who I have dubbed, Dollar Menu because at the strip club (which is where she’s headed by the looks of it) dollar bills are the main currency, is butting heads with Jesse like they were two male mountain goats fighting over a patch of grass and a female goat. Jesse is around 22, but she has the disposition of someone my age. She is big on respect and manners, so of course mayhem would unfold if the two had to to work together.

Today, I had to break up a shouting match that looked like it was going to turn violent in about half the tine it takes to blink. I had to fire Dollar Menu, who called Jesse a brown-nosing, dyke, ass-kisser. How mature is that?! I sent Jesse home to cool off, but I think she believes that I’m going to fire her. My send-offs may have been taken the wrong way because I’m just too tired to put feeling into it. I spoke very firmly, but remained calm. Usually, I probably would’ve yelled myself red in the face because nothing pisses me off more than dragging your personal problems into my place of business, but my brain just kept telling me that it didn’t care. I need to call her and assure her that she is not going anywhere… even if she wanted to.

I think I need to sleep and get my head all balanced out. I’ll probably stay out of work tomorrow and just rest. It’s really odd-feeling to know that you should be reacting and show emotions, but you just can’t. I feel just like my profile picture, which I don’t think is a good thing. I just want to curl up and forget about the world and it’s problems for a while.

 

Hope everybody had nice weekends

05.12.08

So Not Twenty-Something Anymore

Posted in atlanta, food, life, love, relationships, work tagged , , , , , , , , , at 8:25 pm by Lina

I’ve been riding on a wave of glee, contentment, and euphoria lately. Our earlier stumbles have repaired themselves, building a stronger structure for love and happiness. Oh… the sex -I mean happiness.   :)

This morning I walked up behind Scott has he was rinsing the toothpaste from his mouth and grabbed his butt. He gave me that look, which seemed to say “Oh no you didn’t,” “You’re gonna make me late for work-again,” and “Who cares about employment,” all in one bam. He then proceeded to chase me around his apartment with the dogs hot on our heels. After he caught me (because I tripped on the couch and bashed my knee into the coffee table) he relentlessly tickled me into breathless submission and left me on the bed red as a beet and holding my stitched up sides.

I got back at him later by wearing a short flower-print babydoll dress similar to the cover-up I bought at Victoria’s Secret, some flat, strappy sandals, clipping back part of my newly cut and highlighted hair, and taking him lunch at work. I thought his eyes were gonna pop out of their sockets in order to follow me around! He shook his head at me when I sat on the corner of his desk and propped one foot up on his chair, saying, “Indecent exposure, Picante.”

I played with the hem of my dress. “It’s only indecent if I weren’t wearing underwear stupid. And it’s only exposure if I drop something, duh.” Then, I started laughing and couldn’t stop. Before I started dating Scott, I never would’ve said something like that to my significant other for fear of scaring them or them thinking I was some kind of easy piece of trash. Having someone who pushes on no matter what you say or do, and he talks to you rather than just you being each other’s bed fellows and coming to each other for that only, means so much more than he may ever know.

This evening when I got home, he was already there, which is extremely surprising. We’ve been eating sandwiches and homemade brownies and snuggled on the couch in front of the tv. I’m gonna have to start going running or go the gym again if I’m going to be able to wear my lovely swimwear.

Dammit! I was so distracted by Skippy’s playfulness that for one stress-free moment I forgot about the aforementioned sister is coming down to visit and meet me.  :O   I be much afeared. From the pic Scott sent her, she’ll think I’m some young, club-hopping chic who will show her around Hot-lanta. This is either going to be lots of fun or the worst disaster ever. Scott couldn’t have put it any better as he chased me around the house this morning. “You know, I’m not twenty-something anymore,” he puffed, “I can’t be chasing you around this crowded apartment and bend to your every womanly-wiles whim.” Who’s my sexy drama king? LMAO

 

It’s time for a little ticklish payback!
Mwahahaha

You Can’t Put A Price On Everything…

Posted in City life, atlanta, escapades, family, holidays, love, random, thoughts, work tagged , , , , , , at 4:04 am by Lina

Just most stuff.

Like this that I found in my laptop bag:

I immediately called Scott, who was laughing as he picked up the phone. “You’re just now opening your bag?” He managed. btw, my computer is fixed now, so YAY

“How did you manage to get this without me finding out?” I whispered, “Are you gay? Tell me now, because no straight man would be able to be able to buy this and get it right.”

He laughed some more, which was really starting to bug me. “I emailed a picture of you to my sister, who lives in Kentucky; you’ve never met her. I asked her to pick out something red, kinds sexy but understated, and for a very hot, but self-conscious woman.” He seemed to back pedal a bit. “I’m not saying that you are self-conscious, but my sister, who’s almost 10 years younger than me, takes sexy too far sometimes. I was just telling her to pull in the reigns in a language she would understand.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Aww, were you afraid that I would get offended by a little skin?” I paused a moment. “What picture did you send her?”

I heard him grin, if that’s possible. “The one from the club that you sent to me.”

I hung up on his laughter, which only brightened my day, but I have been dwelling on the fact that the embarrassing pic may be circling amonst his family as I type. Sometimes, my bursts of confidence seem to bite me in my big butt, that’s why they are spaced so far apart.

The weird thing is… it fits perfectly!

Mwahahaha… He doesn’t know that I had also went swim suit shopping, and I’m not gonna tell him yet. It might hurt his feelings that he didn’t get to come along for the fashion show at the store. How’s that for revenge, bub? lol I bought this green camisole. If I had been a gold digger after his money, I could’ve cashed in already. All I’d have to do is do a little fashion show for Scott of all my best clothes, and he’d have a heart attack. Bam! Down he goes. Alas, Scott isn’t a eighty-five year old billionare with a soft heart for young, pretty women. However, it does makes things interesting when I go shopping.

I used to wonder where I would wear my collections of nice clothing. I don’t go out much anymore, and I SURE AS HELL don’t work in an office where one has to dress up. I could wear sweats to work and it wouldn’t matter. It has led me to he conclusion that I have half the customers I do just because they want to see what I will wear next.

My shoes came in by UPS, and I thought the man would lose it when I plopped down, ripped open the box, and started strutting around in my new heels, shorts, and loose button-up shirt over a ribbed tank. He had THAT look on his face, folks. Kind of made me tone down on the sexy clothes on delivery days.

I bet all the men at the post office, UPS, FedEX, and any other delivery service are gonna fight over coming my way now.  :D

I also bought a cute nighty and picked out a swimsuit of my own choosing and a cover-up that I know will seperate his jaw from his head. It’s so easy to impress men sometimes, ladies. Although we haven’t talked about it-yet- I know that him buying me a bathing suit is the definite green light to plan a vacation. WHOO HOO! I can’t spend any more money if I’m going to chip in any towards it though. Dang it

 

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mother’s and the aunts that help you keep your sanity

05.07.08

Iz Not Amused

Posted in City life, Drama, atlanta, food, issues, relationships, thoughts, work tagged , , , , , at 10:48 pm by Lina

I think I may have a virus in my computer, my feet are hurting like someone stuck a nail under my pinky toes, and Scott seems to find it amusing to help me find real estate ads all over his AND my apartment. Stuck on the fridge, to the toaster, the coffee machine, stuck to the bathroom mirror, and even slid into my laptop. I’m working from his laptop while mine is in the shop (Lol)

After a stressful morning of me rushing around trying to get dressed and get to the store on time, I find an agent’s booklet laying on my shoes. I threw it at him and stalked out. Ever since I told him that I would think about it, he has got it into the deepest recesses of his mind that we are buying a house, and it has taken root, settled down for the long haul. This a little shameful to admit, but I’ve never owned a permanent residence. Leased one, rented many, and helped fix up and sell one, but I never bought and lived in my own home.

Anyways, I digress. I get to work, dole out paychecks, and I boot up Scott’s laptop to find this on his desktop:

Humorous Pictures

That’s just the sweetest thing, isn’t it? aww… He knows just how to make me laugh and feel better when I was feeling more like this:

Humorous Pictures

So much can be said through these new craze sweeping the web! And, I’m caught up in it. I’m not a cat lover, but LOLcats makes me want to get one.

I’m going to eat some hot dogs and soak my feet in warm water. Maybe I won’t find a newspaper clipping in the bottom of the tub. I’m hiding all the scissors and canceling my newspaper subscriptions!

 

Wave Bye Bye to the AJC!

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