Tuesday, March 7, 2006
'Cause Y'all Won't Leave Me Alone
...I'll FINALLY post something!
This morning I passed by a large bearded black guy holding a big white sign that reads:
NINJAS KILLED MY FAMILY. I NEED $$$ TO LEARN KUNG-FU AND GET REVENGE.
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SO I haven't been in much of a mood to write lately. Suppose it is due to the jumbled thoughts in my head. Or it could have to do with the fact that I live with a psycho and it's taking all of my mental properties not to lose my damn mind...LOL...sorta.
The other night I had a hour and a half converstion with my bestest friend Sonya in Cal. She talked about her man...which is a version of a man...the I-can't-believe-it's-not-butter of boyfriends... he's a boyfriend substitue...lol So she's talking about him, her kids, her new baby girl that is 5 months, her mom, her job...everything..... but I hung up with her and 5 minutes later I couldn't remember shit she had said.
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Mi Amor has been contacting me via IM for the last week. He doesn't know about my "situation"... He doesn't know where I live. I'm scared to tell him. You see, I don't want to hurt his feelings. I know that's "punk-ish" of me...but...in case you didn't know...I am a punk! Not like I am screaming that from the mountain tops but I don't cower away from what is...fact.
Either way, he has been on my ass...asking me to come out to Brooklyn. Asking me to meet him for dinner. Wanting to come over after his weekly Tuesday night out at C.afe Wh.a. Now, he knows I am in a relationship...he just doesn't know how far I'm in it. ....and as you all know, I am deep in it!
I am the double standard....meaning I like a man to take control but I don't like to be told what to do or bullied. Well DipSet is a bully and Brooklyn is very...I don't want to use demanding...but he is...or rather he has...conviction. He sometimes forces his way in and makes me have uncomfortable conversations. I know your wondering what I am talking about... I think I am wondering that too. All I am saying is that...I need people in my life that are understanding, that will handle me with kid-gloves and who will be constructive. I am a baby right now. Feeling a little....needy...LOL
I like Brooklyn...maybe even more than like...but that is not what I need RIGHT NOW. DipSet is.......something else....! I need to remove myself physically from that situation. I am working on that now. I am still planning on taking that trip at the end of the month...but to tell you the truth, that's 3 weeks away...I doubt it will come to fruition. RJ thinks that DipSet is going to get me to PR and dump me in some bushes somewhere where no one will find me....that's a scary thought.... Would he? lol....sorta.
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My 12 year old son got asked out.........by another boy last week. It sorta traumatized him. My son (supposedly...in his mind he is the shiznit...takes after me..lol) is very popular in his school. Knows all the kids, something of a class clown, is the cute kid, has a steady "girlfriend"...more like someone who he walks to class and passes notes back and forth with....well that's my mothers mind thinking that's IT. He was standing in line at lunch and some kid comes up to him and hands him a note...saying it's from a girl...then he walks off. Well, TAC reads it and turns out...it's from this male child asking my son for a "date". It sorta scared TAC because he doesn't know a whole lot about people being gay... much less, KIDS being gay.
So he shoves it in his pocket and waits until he gets home to show my 15 yo son.... LAT laughs. Just like a big brother. Then he wants to know who it is and wants to know if he needs to come down to TAC's school....for some big brother smackdown. When their father gets home they show him the note and their dad says....
"When you get to school tomorrow, find that kid...and cordially tell him that you don't get down like that and to please not give you anymore notes." He told him not to be mean, don't hurt the kids feelings. Just let him know very forcefully...that he doesn't get down like that.
Their dad has gotten soft in his old age.......lol.......sorta.
Now, when I heard this whole story....it almost made me cry. Told y'all I was a punk! What freakin' 12 year old has to go through this??? It hurt MY feelings that my son was naive to anything like this...but now has to second guess himself. Why second guess himself? Because...the day before that happened...my son thought he was the shit! Laughing and joking, little girlfriend on the side, worrying about what I would say about his grades, trying to figure out how he could talk his dad into buying him a cell phone. Now, he's wondering if he did something that "seemed" gay enough for this boy to approach him, did he say something to the kid and the kid took it the wrong way, do other people think he's gay, does he now have to "act all big and bad" so no one thinks he is gay..... so many questions going through his 12 year old mind!
They don't have a manuel for this shit! Parents don't come with a quick reference for shit like this. My first thought was...What The Fuck?!? But I can't say that...I never swear in front on the boys....I couldn't say all the things that came to mind....
I haven't heard back on the outcome of his conversation. He hasn't brought it up and I haven't asked. I will ask if he hasn't said anything about it by the weekend. Just to be a mom.....to be nosy...and to offer whatever input he needs from me to help him get back on track...and for him to go back to being the kid that thought of nothing but...being a kid.
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My friend who works at Sony asked me to send her my resume 2 weeks ago...I finally did yesterday. It took so long because...I wasn't really all that interested. From what I hear, Sony has a great benefits plan and is a relatively good company to work for. Yet, I still wasn't interested.
My favorite job was in 2001...I worked as a merchandise coordinator for XXXX XXXX. I did contract work. Was suppose to work 7.5 a day. half of that was in commuting hours....and I got paid for it. I was traveling all over the country. Meeting atletes and entertainers. My boss was in Dallas and I was living in California...NO ONE breathing down my throat...no micro-managing, no surprise visits. I was getting paid only $42K a year but the perks of that job were awesome. I made my own hours, I came and went as I pleased...I was really living a very awesome life. Fat ass apartment, dude had bought me a car (2nd car in 8 months from THIS guy), my job paid for my insurance-any repairs-EVEN for the cost to detail my car, awesome, stress free job AND I was single...single as a dolla bill. I loved life.
.....and then....
My dumb ass ran into the regional director for Vi.ctoria's Se.cret while out shopping in LA..... She liked my style (truth be known, THAT chick liked ME), she'd seen some of my "work" and thought that I was good....so she asked me to come in for an inpromtu interview. Told her I wasn't dressed or prepared for it...she said don't worry...I went in for a 20 minute "interview"...the next day I got a call from the HR Director and was being given a job offer...for WAY more money than I was making. I told her I had to think about it and would call her back in a couple of days....so she up'd the ante.....I called back the next day and accepted.
I lasted one year with VS as their District Visual Director...then I woke up one morning...went into work and gave them the keys to all my stores and quit. I hated that job worse than B,ush ha.tes bla.ck people. Thee very worst in job experiences possible.
So from that day forward I learned that not all money is good money. Happiness and stress-free is what makes us live longer, better people, and enjoyable to be around.
Although, Aries keeps telling me to give her my resume....I was hesitant. The job I have now is probably one of the most stress-less jobs I could ever have with the responsibility of having to run everything and be the eyes and ears for my boss....it's worth keeping over any job out there. I have the flexibility to leave when I want, come in late, leave early, take last minute days off, come to work in jeans when I feel like it, talk on the phone, cruise the internet, run errands, take 2 hour lunches...all that. I don't get paid extra good money...but enough...realistically, who get's paid enough money to be satisfied? I have benefits and I get bonuses. So having to be on time (lol), do work (lol), and having someone breath down my back on some deadline project...welll....not so appealing, right?
But I did email her my resume.....and guess what....
this chick then turns around and ask me if I have a picture or a headshot.....da hell?!?
LOL...turns out...she wants to get me a job AND a man...lol I asked what kind of job needed a headshot...I'm not an actor! She said they were for 2 seperate people. Now my resume AND my one and only picture is floating out there in internet space..........
::shaking my head::...lol....sorta.
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The TrimSpa isn't working. It DID NOT mention that I have to work out. March 15th another $70 get's deducted outta my account for my gym..... awww, shut up!
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That's it for my random randomness.
This morning I passed by a large bearded black guy holding a big white sign that reads:
NINJAS KILLED MY FAMILY. I NEED $$$ TO LEARN KUNG-FU AND GET REVENGE.
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SO I haven't been in much of a mood to write lately. Suppose it is due to the jumbled thoughts in my head. Or it could have to do with the fact that I live with a psycho and it's taking all of my mental properties not to lose my damn mind...LOL...sorta.
The other night I had a hour and a half converstion with my bestest friend Sonya in Cal. She talked about her man...which is a version of a man...the I-can't-believe-it's-not-butter of boyfriends... he's a boyfriend substitue...lol So she's talking about him, her kids, her new baby girl that is 5 months, her mom, her job...everything..... but I hung up with her and 5 minutes later I couldn't remember shit she had said.
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Mi Amor has been contacting me via IM for the last week. He doesn't know about my "situation"... He doesn't know where I live. I'm scared to tell him. You see, I don't want to hurt his feelings. I know that's "punk-ish" of me...but...in case you didn't know...I am a punk! Not like I am screaming that from the mountain tops but I don't cower away from what is...fact.
Either way, he has been on my ass...asking me to come out to Brooklyn. Asking me to meet him for dinner. Wanting to come over after his weekly Tuesday night out at C.afe Wh.a. Now, he knows I am in a relationship...he just doesn't know how far I'm in it. ....and as you all know, I am deep in it!
I am the double standard....meaning I like a man to take control but I don't like to be told what to do or bullied. Well DipSet is a bully and Brooklyn is very...I don't want to use demanding...but he is...or rather he has...conviction. He sometimes forces his way in and makes me have uncomfortable conversations. I know your wondering what I am talking about... I think I am wondering that too. All I am saying is that...I need people in my life that are understanding, that will handle me with kid-gloves and who will be constructive. I am a baby right now. Feeling a little....needy...LOL
I like Brooklyn...maybe even more than like...but that is not what I need RIGHT NOW. DipSet is.......something else....! I need to remove myself physically from that situation. I am working on that now. I am still planning on taking that trip at the end of the month...but to tell you the truth, that's 3 weeks away...I doubt it will come to fruition. RJ thinks that DipSet is going to get me to PR and dump me in some bushes somewhere where no one will find me....that's a scary thought.... Would he? lol....sorta.
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My 12 year old son got asked out.........by another boy last week. It sorta traumatized him. My son (supposedly...in his mind he is the shiznit...takes after me..lol) is very popular in his school. Knows all the kids, something of a class clown, is the cute kid, has a steady "girlfriend"...more like someone who he walks to class and passes notes back and forth with....well that's my mothers mind thinking that's IT. He was standing in line at lunch and some kid comes up to him and hands him a note...saying it's from a girl...then he walks off. Well, TAC reads it and turns out...it's from this male child asking my son for a "date". It sorta scared TAC because he doesn't know a whole lot about people being gay... much less, KIDS being gay.
So he shoves it in his pocket and waits until he gets home to show my 15 yo son.... LAT laughs. Just like a big brother. Then he wants to know who it is and wants to know if he needs to come down to TAC's school....for some big brother smackdown. When their father gets home they show him the note and their dad says....
"When you get to school tomorrow, find that kid...and cordially tell him that you don't get down like that and to please not give you anymore notes." He told him not to be mean, don't hurt the kids feelings. Just let him know very forcefully...that he doesn't get down like that.
Their dad has gotten soft in his old age.......lol.......sorta.
Now, when I heard this whole story....it almost made me cry. Told y'all I was a punk! What freakin' 12 year old has to go through this??? It hurt MY feelings that my son was naive to anything like this...but now has to second guess himself. Why second guess himself? Because...the day before that happened...my son thought he was the shit! Laughing and joking, little girlfriend on the side, worrying about what I would say about his grades, trying to figure out how he could talk his dad into buying him a cell phone. Now, he's wondering if he did something that "seemed" gay enough for this boy to approach him, did he say something to the kid and the kid took it the wrong way, do other people think he's gay, does he now have to "act all big and bad" so no one thinks he is gay..... so many questions going through his 12 year old mind!
They don't have a manuel for this shit! Parents don't come with a quick reference for shit like this. My first thought was...What The Fuck?!? But I can't say that...I never swear in front on the boys....I couldn't say all the things that came to mind....
I haven't heard back on the outcome of his conversation. He hasn't brought it up and I haven't asked. I will ask if he hasn't said anything about it by the weekend. Just to be a mom.....to be nosy...and to offer whatever input he needs from me to help him get back on track...and for him to go back to being the kid that thought of nothing but...being a kid.
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My friend who works at Sony asked me to send her my resume 2 weeks ago...I finally did yesterday. It took so long because...I wasn't really all that interested. From what I hear, Sony has a great benefits plan and is a relatively good company to work for. Yet, I still wasn't interested.
My favorite job was in 2001...I worked as a merchandise coordinator for XXXX XXXX. I did contract work. Was suppose to work 7.5 a day. half of that was in commuting hours....and I got paid for it. I was traveling all over the country. Meeting atletes and entertainers. My boss was in Dallas and I was living in California...NO ONE breathing down my throat...no micro-managing, no surprise visits. I was getting paid only $42K a year but the perks of that job were awesome. I made my own hours, I came and went as I pleased...I was really living a very awesome life. Fat ass apartment, dude had bought me a car (2nd car in 8 months from THIS guy), my job paid for my insurance-any repairs-EVEN for the cost to detail my car, awesome, stress free job AND I was single...single as a dolla bill. I loved life.
.....and then....
My dumb ass ran into the regional director for Vi.ctoria's Se.cret while out shopping in LA..... She liked my style (truth be known, THAT chick liked ME), she'd seen some of my "work" and thought that I was good....so she asked me to come in for an inpromtu interview. Told her I wasn't dressed or prepared for it...she said don't worry...I went in for a 20 minute "interview"...the next day I got a call from the HR Director and was being given a job offer...for WAY more money than I was making. I told her I had to think about it and would call her back in a couple of days....so she up'd the ante.....I called back the next day and accepted.
I lasted one year with VS as their District Visual Director...then I woke up one morning...went into work and gave them the keys to all my stores and quit. I hated that job worse than B,ush ha.tes bla.ck people. Thee very worst in job experiences possible.
So from that day forward I learned that not all money is good money. Happiness and stress-free is what makes us live longer, better people, and enjoyable to be around.
Although, Aries keeps telling me to give her my resume....I was hesitant. The job I have now is probably one of the most stress-less jobs I could ever have with the responsibility of having to run everything and be the eyes and ears for my boss....it's worth keeping over any job out there. I have the flexibility to leave when I want, come in late, leave early, take last minute days off, come to work in jeans when I feel like it, talk on the phone, cruise the internet, run errands, take 2 hour lunches...all that. I don't get paid extra good money...but enough...realistically, who get's paid enough money to be satisfied? I have benefits and I get bonuses. So having to be on time (lol), do work (lol), and having someone breath down my back on some deadline project...welll....not so appealing, right?
But I did email her my resume.....and guess what....
this chick then turns around and ask me if I have a picture or a headshot.....da hell?!?
LOL...turns out...she wants to get me a job AND a man...lol I asked what kind of job needed a headshot...I'm not an actor! She said they were for 2 seperate people. Now my resume AND my one and only picture is floating out there in internet space..........
::shaking my head::...lol....sorta.
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The TrimSpa isn't working. It DID NOT mention that I have to work out. March 15th another $70 get's deducted outta my account for my gym..... awww, shut up!
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That's it for my random randomness.
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