I'm Out

Hey People...I know I've been slacking on my pimping with the blogging, but I have been SUPER busy at work and too tired when I make it home. I haven't even checked out my favorite bloggers pages...So, I'm sure I'll have a lot of foolery to catch up on.

I'm about to call a cab after I write this and head to the airport...On my way to Chi-town! I haven't seen my family since March, so this trip is well overdue. I'll be there until Tuesday and can't say I'll be back on the net...I intend to fill my days with love, joy, and kicking it...LOL!

With that said...enjoy your Holiday weekend and holla at your girl next week!

Smooches :)

Beer Goggles...

What up, Peeps?!

My weekend was cool and involved a lot of liquor....ummmm, about 3 martinis, 2 Grey Goose and pineapples, and 4 shots...all in one night. Never should have done it. What was I thinking?

Me and my girl Youth (She's 37, but looks 27) and 2 of my boys met up for dinner at Cafe Umbra. I really classy spot. Youth and I set at the bar had a drink while we waited on B and J. I had a Lush Martini...the name should have tipped me off, but it didn't. SO, they arrive we get our table and continue drinking and eating. I ordered 2 more Lush Martini's I guess making me a Lush...LOL! I crack myself up. I had this delicious steak. It was one of those steaks that don't need anything extra just the juices it was cooked in. Yum...

When I hang out with B I expect to have a long night. He's one of those kind of people that works hard so he plays hard. Put it like this...He went to Syracuse and Colgate, so he parties like a white boy and you know how they do. We decided to go to Aqua. Aqua is basically a white club with a black DJ spinning all black music...all hip-hop and R&B, which was cool with me because I like to dance. I really enjoy and appreciate good music and good drinks everything else is secondary. I don't go to the club looking for a man or to hook up, just to have a good time. As soon as we walk in J buys us a round of drinks. I get a Grey Goose and Pineapple...my signature drink. B walks over and orders a round of Hennessy shots. WTF! I don't drink Henny! Gimme that Grey Goose and put the Yak back, which means all dark liquor in my mind. Being the drinker that I am I say fuck it and take the shot. I mean, I can't just let good liquor go to waste, right? WRONG! I should have slapped B for handing me that...LOL! So, all night I'm cutting a rug on the dance floor. Eventually becoming the black girl that all the white boys want and all the white women envy...LOL! So, about 30 minutes later B orders another round of shots. Kamikaze shots this time. I take it to head and get another Grey Goose and Pineapple. I'm chilling. Every song became my song. By the end of the night these 2 white girls started hitting on me. I mean really trying to mack me down...WTF! I had to tell the fat one that I didn't roll like that...LOL! I remember taking 2 more Kamikaze shots and mind you I didn't drink any water. Usually, I have a drink, then water, drink then water, you know pacing myself. But, noooooooo I had to try to hang with the big boys and take shot after shot.

All was good until I dropped my phone and broke it! Yes, the front LCD screen doesn't work anymore. It's not busted or anything, but no information comes up. I have to open it to see anything. My night went down hill from there. I was livid. It's like I got mad and drunk at the same time...a bad combination! I wouldn't talk to anyone and anyone that said anything to me got a piece of my mind. Under normal circumstances I'm a happy-go-lucky kind of drinker. I dance, I talk shit in a good way, I laugh, etc. But, if you piss me off its on. As was the case Saturday. I was pissed. All I kept saying is, I don't believe this shit!!! My girl said every time the phone rang I would say, "What the fuck kind of shit is this!" "My phone is fucked up". Needless to say, Cingular is sending me another one 1 day priority. Its still operational, I just have to do and see everything on the inside I can't do or see anything on the outside. And, it won't hold a charge anymore. I personally think this phone is defective, so I'm glad to be rid of it.

So, after the club we go to News Cafe. It's this 24 hour ritzy joint that's set-up like its a lounge, all dimly lit, but its really a restaurant. So, I'm sitting there not talking to anyone pissed off. B is in the corner macking bitches and dropping shit. I mean he broke a light, a plate and a glass. WTF! J is kicked back on the couch and 2 of B's friends are all cozy on the other couch...this chick and her obviously gay boyfriend. Why and How is it that people don't see that their men are gay, but it's obvious to the outside world? Anyway, all I know I'm sitting there and I say I have to hurl and next thing I know I did. It was in a split second. Youth comes running to grab my hair, the waiter instantly starts cleaning up. YUCK! I instantly felt better. I was so embarrased, though. I don't throw up in public. Damn Hennessy!!!! I felt like I was back in college again. Soon after we left and I was all good. Made it home safely and everything. I will say that I woke up fully clothed with my shoes still on at noon....LOL! Text told me that all I kept telling him over and over again on the phone was that my FUCKING PHONE IS MESSED UP!!!! Classic.

Needless to say, my Sunday consisted of drinking water, throwing up and trying to relieve a headache. I didn't feel better until 3 this morning. Seriously. It was that bad.

So embarrasing...

Smooches :)

My Word Cloud...

I finally figured it out...on my own...Thank you!

HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!!!!

' SMOOCHES :)

Don't Let The Smooth Taste Fool U...

First, I would like to thank everyone for stopping by and engaging in my previous post. I really enjoyed the different perspectives, especially from the newcomers and the particular person that felt the need to vindicate himself...LOL! It's all good...no harm, no foul...

Anywhoo...

Why did I almost have to pimp slap a hoe in traffic today ?! Okay, so I'm running late for work. It's 8 in the morning and I'm just leaving the house. I'm suppose to be at work at 8, but this is what happens when you're bored of your job. When I left I was anticipating traffic and what not...not in no real hurry. So, I'm driving down Melnea Cass in the right lane headed towards the highway. The left lane is backed up because the first driver is turning, holding up the people that need to keep straight, so they're all looking for the chance to jump in the right lane to keep going. So, as I'm coming by this Bitch in an old ass Infiniti decides she's going to just jump out in front of me trying to scare me into stopping and letting her in. One of those, either she hits me or I stop situations. I'm an aggressive driver, though, so that shit don't work! I did stop as she was about to hit me, but I didn't stop far back enough to where she could jump over. So when I stop and look at her this hoodrat is giving me thing finger and I mouth, well shout in my car, STUPID BITCH and keep driving. I'm heated by now. How is this bitch gone call herself cussing me out when she almost hit me. Boston!

So, she pulls up on the side me and we're mean mugging each other. The whole time I'm thinking "Don't Let The Smooth Taste Fool You! I will jump out this car and stick my high heel in your throat!" I'm not above slapping somebody when I feel like it. See, I have on my eye-glasses (I'm blind as a bat) and my hair is pulled back in a neat bun today...I'm looking all professional. So, I think she got the wrong impression about the situation. This trick looked all hood and shit, so she probably was thinking I was some punk and easily intimidated. So, we're headed toward the highway and she's in front of me when we merge onto 93 and she calls herself trying to acting ignorant and blocking me from getting pass her. Why did she almost get hit by another car forcing her to swerve over in another lane?! I just drove by and shook my head in distaste. That's why people shouldn't act so ignorant. That could have been a freak accident...

On another note:

ING recently raised their interest rates to 4.15%! WOOHOOO!!! When I looked at my account today I started doing the funky chicken at my desk. I love my ING account!!! It's fun and it feels good to watch your money grow and make money. ING is just one place my money is sent on payday, so every now and then I take stock of all my accounts and pat myself on the back for embarking on the road to financial freedom. I wasn't one of those people that had good financial role-models. No one took me by the hand and taught me about money...I had to learn everything the hard way. Which makes the taste of success that much sweeter...

Until Later,
Smooches :)

He Got Me Fucked Up!

I know 2 posts out of me in one day...something must be up and it is. Tell me what you think.

So, Text and I are chit-chatting over email and I tell him that everyone keeps asking me about the man that keeps sending me flowers. He says some on sweet shit about trying to get into my heart. I ask him does that mean if I let him that the flowers stop and of course he replies, no. Then he says, and I quote, "I'm still waiting to see your methods of affection." WHAT! Which is exactly what I reply. Clearly he thought I was asking for suggestions or something he responds, "just any type of off the wall methods you use to show i'm on your mind, other than txt-ing, etc." WTF!

***Pause***

Is this nigga fishing for compliments and gifts? A huge turn-off. Am I suppose to drop what I'm doing and prove myself? I think not. I will not be pressured or made to feel like I'm suppose to be doing something because he is. Game recognizes game NIGGA! Let me look in the mirror again and see whose the woman here. Me or him. Vagina...check! Tit...check! WTF! Should I be courting him? HELL. NO. Is this a contest? I belive in give and take relationships, but I'll be doing the giving when i see fit and I'll be doing the taking when he see's fit...You feel me? My Ex pulled this same shit at the beginnning of our relationship. Bitch Ass Nigga. Had me feeling all obligated and shit. Honestly, I can be a little selfish when I want to be. So, I try to make a concious effort to be more thoughtful toward people. I took that nigga skiing for his birthday. Bought him a fly ass briefcase for Christmas. I bunch of shit only to regret that I spent one red penny on his therapy needing ass. Don't get me wrong he did things for me, too. But, I didn't ask for it. I didn't hint toward it. I didn't need it if you really want to be honest. Just like I don't need these damn flowers or this shit! But, both him and Text are making me feel like I HAVE to do something. Also, don't get it twisted I've had other boyfriends that I've done things for, bought things for and I don't regret it because I did it out the kindness of my heart...no pressure, no extra thought, no conversation, no here you go now what do I get....surprise type shit because I wanted, too. You feel me? Maybe this is an insecure thing. Maybe he feels like he has to hint around or he'll never get nothing. Hey Text? Have you thought about this...maybe I don't like you enough to think beyond our conversations and the time spent. Has that thought crossed your mind. Geesh! Now if I tell him that I'll be wrong, right?

***Back to the email***

So, basically I email him a watered down version of what I just told you. Ending it by asking him does he want flowers or something? Being the asshole I can be when provoked. He emails me back, " no, it's not a contest. again, it's not that big of a deal. trust me." If it's not that big of a deal then why did you even mention it? HUH? Everyone moves at their own pace. Natural. Progression. You may think I'm the one, but I'm still feeling you out and I told him that in Florida. So, don't think I'm leading him on either. I told him that I didn't really know if we had a future. He's cool, but I don't know if I can trust him. That's a whole nother post. Basically, It's not like he's proven himself to be my man in shining armor. And, it's not like I've asked him to send me flowers. I appreciate it...please believe, I do. Hell I mentioned it on my blog. I had an enjoyable time while I was in Florida. That doesn't mean I'm about to start showering him with gifts and shit. I know my worth, so some flowers and few sweet nothings ain't going to get him or anyone else an all access key to everything that is Dynasty. I've learned my lesson...Will the real men please stand up! Damn! It shouldn't be this hard.

Holla...

He made me lose it for a minute. I was over here twisting my neck and what not.

Rain, Rain Go Away...

I'm back in wet ass Boston...BOO!!!! I made it back Sunday night after a 2 hour delay due to rain...go figure. Guess how happy I am to be back??? NOT AT ALL! Who wants to come back to flooding and storm watches? WHO?! "Not I", said the Cat. So, I sit at my desk today and pout while I dream of blue skies, purple rainbows and alligators. That's right, alligators. That's who was running Florida when I left Sunday. On the news left and right someone was being eaten by an Alligator! WTF!? Some shit I'll never understand. For instance, one person was a 24 year old girl who was running by the canal at night. WHY?! Let's remove the possible Alligator attack out the picture...it's unsafe for any woman to run anywhere at night alone. She wasn't able to get away and the Alligator got her. Then there was the 80 year old woman who was gardening and the Alligator came up out the water and bit her leg. She beat him in the head and he ran. My question is this: How is it that an 80 year old can beat an Alligator but a 24 year old can't get away? By no means am I making light of a horrendous situation, but that is something that makes me go hmmmm. Nevertheless, I'll fight off a few Alligators to move to Florida over dealing with bogus ass weather in Boston anyday! Bring it on!!!!

My trip was OK and I mean that in the worst possible way. First of all I was SICK most of the trip. You'll note in my last post I mentioned that I was feeling a little sick. So, I figured I'd drink some tea on the plane and everything will clear up once I breathe in some NON-Boston air. WRONG?! The first thing that went wrong was my left ear didn't pop back out. WTF! I swallowed, I yawned, I leaned my head to side as if I had water in it and nothing worked. Shit! I didn't panic. I figured that it would probably resume to normal over time. It was annoying but nothing major...I could still hear. SO, Wednesday I chilled out with Text. We watched Hostel and drank half a bottle of Grey Goose. Thursday (ear just a smidge better) I wake up with a sore throat and blowing my nose. I drank a little tea, took a shower and hit the beach. Laid out there for about 5 hours. We met up with some folks, drank a couple of cases of beer and chilled. I went home, took a nap, another shower, got beautified and we hit the club. Great!!! Ear still feeling a little full, but nothing major...I can hear. The drama started Friday!!!

Friday comes and I can barely get out the bed! WTF! How is it that I'm in 90 degree weather and I'm sick. God has a good sense of humor and I could see him laughing at me from above as I lay in bed drinking Theraflu. I mean who do I think I am. I thought I was going to just hop on a plane, bypass all this yucky weather, lay out in the sun and have a good time while my Bostonians were left to swim for their dear lives. Yeah Right! Thank God for small favors, though. Text was exceptional in his taking-care-of-sick-people abilities. He waited on me hand and foot. He anticipated my every need. He made me tea, Theraflu, went and got me some Sudafed, made me some Soup, got Orange Juice, kissed my forehead, rubbed my feet...you get the picture. I was the worst on Friday. I threw up that night. My entire body just shut down. We had to cancel all plans. Saturday rolls around and I only felt slightly better. I still had to drink tea, Therflu, OJ, eat soup, blow my nose and take tylenol...Did I mention that I had a fever?! Basically, I spent ALL day Friday and ALL day Saturday in the bed or on the couch SICK! I got ONE good day out of Florida.

I went to the doctor Monday because my ear still feels funny and it hasn't fully popped back out. For a $15 co-pay you want to know what the doctor told me? Get some Sudafed! WTF! I told her straight up no bullshit in my best Denzel Washington in Philidelphia voice..."Break it down for me like I'm a 5 year old because youou could have told me that over the phone." This is Dr. Lim talking..." Well, no Dynasty we had to bring you in to be sure you didn't have an ear infection or anything. Everything looks fine. Some things just have to heal themselves. Take sudafed everday as it says on the box for about a week and you should be back to your old self. You were sick before you got on the plane and the high altitudes aggravated your ear. Had you taken Sudafed about an hour before you landed that would have cleared everything up allowing your ear to naturally pop." I understood, but I want my money back! Quack! So, word to the wise. If you're sick while flying take sudafed before you land...

So, here I am today back at work...ear all jacked up. I'm actually getting used to it, LOL! It's raining and it's cold. I just want my ear to be back to normal for my next trip. Chicago here I come for Memorial Day!!!

BTW: I got a half dozen roses today from Text...I like flowers :)

Robert Mack: Was that enough of an update? ;-)

Smooches :)

Miami Here I Come...Again...

Hey...I'm going back to Miami today. My flight leaves at 2 and I come back on Sunday. I'm hoping to have BIG FUN leaving me no time to blog. I'll have to recap when I get back. I'm going to have to start drinking tea as soon as I'm done typing this, though. I woke up with a headache and a funny feeling in my throat. I'm sure all of this will pass once I leave this cold wet climate and land in a hot dry one. I have my fingers crossed....

Until Next Week...
Smooches :)

Happy Cinco De Mayo!!!

Hey Blog World! Since it is in fact May 5th and it's Friday that means drink, party, and bullshit!!! In Boston, tonight is First Fridays at The Rack. So, you know I'll be there in rare form. I'm meeting my girl for food and drinks beforehand then its on and popping. I had a good time last month, so I anticipate more of the same! I'm ready to kick it...

The week has been kinda slow for me, leaving me with nothing much to talk about. I went to get my nails and toes done yesterday. Nothing funny or dramatic happened there. Not even an observation. Oh! What a minute. I did make an obeservation. Why is it that the most busted women walk around like they're the shit? I don't get it. This chick walks into the nail shop and stops in the middle of the shop, takes her sunglasses off and poses. Mind you it was 7 o'clock and the sun was going down. She was brown-skinned and her hair came just below the nape of her neck. She had on green eye-shadow over her blazed eyes, a green shirt that was tooooo tight, low rider jeans and some stripper type green sandels with the wooden heel. It took everything in my soul not to laugh out loud! She was sub-par in the looks department and that's a compliment. She was one of those chicks whose coochie looks like he stinks. Ya'll know what I'm talking about! I just shook my head and listened to her tell her girlfriend all of her hood tales. You know, "So, I told that nigga not to come back. The police was coming and he was about to run off the porch. Stupid ass nigga knew he had some work on him". Dumb Shit.

Anyway, I wanted to post this get to know me type survey that I got from M-Dubb...He claims he was going to tag me...yeah right :) It's about your college experience. Just a lil sumn, sumn for you to do over the weekend. SO, read it, steal it and enjoy it.

Until Next week,
Smooches ;)

COLLEGE......What do ya'll remember?

Where did you live during your first year of college?
Cougar Village. I went straight to the apartments. Never stayed in the dorms.

Who was/were your first roommate(s)?
Torri, Val and Dina

Do you still talk to them?
Torri is my Soror and Dina is my Line Sister...yeah we talk. I don't talk to Val anymore.

Ever get in trouble in the dorms?
Nope.

Something you remember about when you first lived on campus?
All the Alpha parties. They were running the yard at the time.

Your campus phone number or other number?
I don't remember

First party attended?
Alpha Welcome Back Party at the Alpha house.

First Bar you got wasted at?
My house for Labor Day. We had a party and we had a blast. I still look at the pictures and reminisce. I wasn't old enough to go to the bar...

Favorite Pizza Place?
Imo's

Favorite place to go out to eat?
Applebees and Denny's

Did you go to the library?
Only to meet with stud groups. I did my best studying at home...at least that's what I convinced myself to believe.

Club, Athletics, Frat or Sororities, you joined?
Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc., Leadership Development Program. I know it seems like I wasn't that involved in college. But, sorority life is a full time job and I pledged my Sophmore year. Throughout college I was the Vice President, the Secretary, head of committees and we were always volunteering, attending some retreat or throwing a party. I won't even mention bringing in new lines. Whew!

Where did you buy your books?
We rented our books, even new ones, and we got them at the library. You had to buy them if you returned them damaged.

Who made the best wings?
My Line Sister Joy...They are the bomb and she uses this special sauce that she won't reveal the recipe to.

Ever attend a sporting event?
HELL YEAH!

Ever attend a concert or comedic performance?
Yeah, but I don't remember who was there.

Have you ever spent the night on campus not in your dorm hall?
Second semester I started dating this Alpha and I spent most time at his house. We were together 3 years after that...

Favorite night to go out on, and where did you go?
Thursday night because I didn't have Friday classes...all throughout college I was able to pull that off.

Where did you get coffee?
I wasn't drinking coffee then.

Favorite part of Halloween?
Halloween sucks!~

Go see a play or been in one?
Nope...

Did you ever have a job at school?
Not my Freshman year. Sophmore year I worked front desk of Woodland Hall (dorm). I worked off campus at Cingular Wireless for the rest of my school life.

What do you hate about your college?
We don't have a football team.

What did you love most about it?
The landscaping was beautiful. The teachers really seemed to care. The greek system was in full swing and the curriculum was challenging. We also had a dental school, so going to the dentist was almost free.

Ever leave to go on a road trip, where?
University of Illinois (U of I) all the time. SIU Carbondale. Mizzu. We would go to St. Louis University and Wash U...if you consider that a road trip...they were 20 minutes away.

Where would you believe is the best location to live in? St. Louis. But, if you just had to stay on the Illinois side I would say Glen Carbon.

Graduated or still attending? Graduated !!!!!!!!!!!!

How many parking tickets have you gotten there? Man, I can't even count. The messed up part of it was if you didn't pay them they took it out of your refund check the next semester...LOL! They made sure they got paid!

Finally, ever gotten arrested? Hell No. My school is trifeling. Any little thing you do is reported in the school paper...traffic violations, everything. That's embarrasing.

Your Turn!

Damon is Judas!!!

That's all everyone was yelling at the Sox/ Yankees game last night. That's right, your girl set in the 8th row of the Field Box section behind 3rd plate at the first Sox/Yankees game of the season. Thanks Magic!!! He hooked a few of us up with tickets and we had a ball. We freezed our asses off, but it was fun all the same. My boy GP smuggled in a few Absolute nips to knock the chill off, but it didn't work...

I love going to the Red Sox's games. Being from Chicago I know what it's like to experience Baseball frenzy, but the Red Sox fans are unlike any fans on this earth. I mean, it was about 40 degrees last night and windy, but did that stop Boston from selling out Fenway...NOOOO!!! Them fools, including me, were packed in there like crayons in that big 64 pack box. Don't ask me why I thought of that analogy...LOL!


Everyone was decked out in Red, blue and white...carrying hateful signs in hopes that Damon glances their way from the outfield or while focusing on making a hit. He looked so, sad out there trying to focus knowing that everyone hates his guts, waiting to see him fall. I was waiting on him to give someone the finger, but he didn't. LOL! The Sox fans were letting him have it, too. He didn't do too well, either. I'm not sure if was because of the yelling, the weather or what, but he sucked! I would think he would have been prepared for the anger, insults and outrage. I mean Fenway was. While we were standing outside the stadium waiting on GP this white boy was turned around at the gate and told to take his "Yankees Suck" t-shirt off or he couldn't get in. I guess Fenway wanted to diffuse any possible drama. Their efforts were in vain though. These guys were passing out towels that said "Kill Yankees"...LOL! As they handed them out they advised you to use them to wipe your seat in case of rain...LOL! Boston fans...gotta love em....

I think I have a new crush...(((blushing)))...on a white boy..... Jonathon Papelbon....

Any man that grabs his dick and exhales is my kind of man..... (Goes to show what I was doing at the game yesterday) LOL! He literally turns sideways grabs his dick, takes a deep breath then throws the ball at 95 mph while his leg does a complete circle in the air. While he's taking that deep breath you can see his shoulders move up and down. Me and my girl was like damn! That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen a white boy do.... So, he has a new fan. I know, I know, I'm being real simple right now and I like it :)

Smooches ;-)

The Job I Didn't Get: Part 2 (Stop Pissing Down My Leg)

That's what I wanted to call and tell Ms. Interviewer last week when I received that email with all that damn double talk. Dynasty, you're the best and would make a wonderful Specialist for us, but we chose someone else. WTF! Instead I opted to send a very politically correct email thanking her for her time and vowing to stay in touch. I may have been pissed, but I'm not stupid nor am I unprofessional. I have read everyone's comments and I agree with everyone on all levels...especially with Zed! LOL! However, I still wanted to invite you to "Look through my eyes & see what I see", hence the title of my blog...But, I changed my mind. Why?

Over the weekend I did some thinking, soul searching and mediating. As a result, I decided to let go of the negativity. Stop assigning blame and suck it up. Those of you that talk to me outside the blog world have gotten an ear full about my disection of the email and my intial response, but I won't load my otherwise positive blog with negativity any more. I have vowed to reshape my perception of the "rejection", therefore reshaping my reality. Dynasty, you are intelligent, smart, successful, articulate, attractive and you already have a good job. SO, F Them! I wasn't denied a job, God denied them my expertise. I approached this situation all wrong from the beginning. I was so caught up in what I want, I never asked God to bless me with what I need. True, I still want to move to Miami and I'm still putting out resumes. But, this time I'm approaching it like I already have a job waiting on me. I'm just waiting for God to link the opportunity with my preparation. So, instead of praying to get a job in Miami...I'm thanking God, in advance, for the job he has waiting for me...

Smooches :)