Sunday, February 25, 2007 

Weekend Post

Baloo is on another ski trip so I was left to my own devices this weekend. I'm getting pretty jealous of all the trips he gets to take. Here, I work full time and can't even plan a weekend away because I'm either broke, or something else needs to be taken care of around The Dungeon. Why isn't Daddy Kiki funding my existence so I could jet off and ski all the time? Yeah I'm jealous. Moving on.

So I started Saturday in Detroit. Like, the real Detroit. I was going to this place that sells pretty much anything that can be stripped from old houses. They're into preserving the materials in old buildings and houses and selling them to the public. The place was an old warehouse and you totally had to hunt around for things, but it was neat. I didn't buy anything, but I got some good ideas about some projects I want to start.

As I was leaving, I saw that I needed gas and went to a station to fill up. My first clue should have been the lack of credit card payment on the outside. I went into the gas station where the clerk was sitting behind about 4 inches of bullet proof glass. I asked him to turn on the pump and he said he can't without a prepay. I told him that I was filling up my tank and didn't know how much it would cost. He didn't budge. And I got the hell out of there.
I hate to feel that way. Here I was in a situation where the people looked just like me and I honestly felt a bit uncomfortable. I've never felt that way before. I've been in the hood in the past and I just simply try not to stand out. Never before have I felt uncomfortable. But on that corner in Detroit yesterday, I felt that even I could get jacked.

So, I went from the hood to the hoity toity. In fact, in the drive to the mall, I pass a Ferrari on the highway. I was definitely
not in the hood anymore. I ended up buying a piece of jewelry at a store that was going out business. Do you like it? It's Tanzanite, which I learned is an increasingly rare gem. I'm so proud of my new purchase.

Today is all about cleaning. I was so tired last night that I didn't get any cleaning done. Baloo comes back on Tuesday, so I'm pretty excited about that. When something more interesting happens, I'll let you know.

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Weekend Post

Baloo is on another ski trip so I was left to my own devices this weekend. I'm getting pretty jealous of all the trips he gets to take. Here, I work full time and can't even plan a weekend away because I'm either broke, or something else needs to be taken care of around The Dungeon. Why isn't Daddy Kiki funding my existence so I could jet off and ski all the time? Yeah I'm jealous. Moving on.

So I started Saturday in Detroit. Like, the real Detroit. I was going to this place that sells pretty much anything that can be stripped from old houses. They're into preserving the materials in old buildings and houses and selling them to the public. The place was an old warehouse and you totally had to hunt around for things, but it was neat. I didn't buy anything, but I got some good ideas about some projects I want to start. As I was leaving, I saw that I needed gas and went to a station to fill up. My first clue should have been the lack of credit card payment on the outside. I went into the gas station where the clerk was sitting behind about 4 inches of bullet proof glass. I asked him to turn on the pump and he said he can't without a prepay. I told him that I was filling up my tank and didn't know how much it would cost. He didn't budge. And I got the hell out of there.

I hate to feel that way. Here I was in a situation where the people looked just like me and I honestly felt a bit uncomfortable. I've never felt that way before. I've been in the hood in the past and I just simply try not to stand out. Never before have I felt uncomfortable. But on that corner in Detroit yesterday, I felt that even I could get jacked.

So, I went from the hood to the hoity toity. In fact, in the drive to the mall, I pass a Ferrari on the highway. I was definitely not in the hood anymore. I ended up buying a piece of jewelry at a store that was going out business. Do you like it? It's Tanzanite, which I learned is an increasingly rare gem. I'm so proud of my new purchase.

Today is all about cleaning. I was so tired last night that I didn't get any cleaning done. Baloo comes back on Tuesday, so I'm pretty excited about that. When something more interesting happens, I'll let you know.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2007 

Well Fine!


Since everyone is too busy to comment, I'll just write about randomness! What do you think about that?! So I think I have a crush on Brian Williams. It started with all the Gawker coverage. Now I read his entries on the NBC Nightly News Blog. He sounds so real and sincere. Someone I'd like to have a couple glasses of wine with. Then we'd move on to beers, then we'd end up at a local dive bar doing shots of tequila. And if I wasn't with Baloo (he doesn't like me having crushes on other men) we'd end up at my place where who knows what would happen. And then Brian Williams would make me breakfast in the morning and give me a shout out on the Nightly News. Yeah. It could happen.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007 

Happy Valentine's Day

Baloo and I agreed to not celebrate Valentine's Day. Number one, we want to cut down on unnecessary expenses. Number two, we don't need a calendar to tell us when to display our love. I like the fact that he's as cynical as I am. However, I did want to share this with y'all. It came from here.

love sucks (and that ain't bad)

"If love doesn't suck, you're not doing it right."

"I'm going to quote you on that," said my sister, laughing into the phone.

"Go ahead," I replied. "But I'm serious. Really real love is all about inconvenience."

Not that I know a whole lot about really real love, but I'm a shrewd observer. I know what I see. And if my sister's boyfriend loves her, not only will he drive thirty minutes out of his way to run her errands or take her to church, he will do it in a blizzard, on bald tires, and with a choice swear word or two on his tongue. Because that's what love is: irritatingly inconvenient.

I know StepBob loves my mom, because every time her four chaos-loving girls descend on their home, stripping him of his privacy, peace, and quiet, he thanks us for coming and invites us back again. Love is all about losing your sanity, bit by ever-loving bit.

I know I love Hal because just about everything he does has the potential to be annoying (Yeah, see that scar on my leg? Sneak attack!), but somehow, it's totally adorable. Like when he insists on sleeping across my shins. Love is about sleeping in uncomfortable positions because the object of your affection looks too damn cozy to disturb.

I know my friend Angie loves me, because when I asked, "Is our friendship strong enough to ask you to help me with my corset?" she didn't even flinch. Love is about seeing folks naked and being real nice about it.

Ari cooks me mom food for dinner. Sarah keeps her hopes up for me. Torrie has given me part ownership in her baby (having my own scares the shit out of me). Because love is about seeing someone's shortcomings and picking up the slack. Goldner lets me choose the dessert (molten chocolate cake!) and always lets me have the last bite. Because love is about not always getting what you want, and pretending you didn't want it anyway.

See? When you're doing it right, love really does suck. Which is probably why we can never get enough of it.

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Monday, February 12, 2007 

Kinky Hair

Baloo sent me this video today. I relax my hair. He really wants me to grow my hair out natural. That's an argument he's not going to win. Anyway, he saw this on YouTube and sent it to me. It's part of his strategy to get me to go natural.

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Saturday, February 10, 2007 

Drunk Black Girl

Baloo is out playing with his friends today. I couldn't be happier. I really enjoy my 'me' time. This way I can wake up at 8A on a Saturday morning and plan my day. Today includes buying my daddy his Valentine's Day gift and pricing painting supplies at the local home improvement stores. Seeing the wonderful job that Kipper and Dave did on painting their bedroom has given me motivation to finally paint the guest bedroom. We'll see how long this motivation lasts. Did I tell you that I went rock climbing last weekend? Here's photographic proof. As you can tell, you can't really make out my face so things are still pretty anonymous! It was fun. Baloo is a real adventurous person and he's been rock climbing for years. Last weekend he invited me to join him and it was fun. I started out bouldering which is climbing on little rocks with no harness. That was scarier than the harness, in my opinion. But I was determined to do a good job and I mastered the easiest boulder climb in the gym. Next we went on to the harness. I had to learn the knots to tie and tie myself in and off I went. The first time I went up, I made it over 1/2 way up the wall before I got scared and told Baloo to let me down. The second time I went up I made it all the way up the wall. I was so proud of myself. After my climb, I held the rope for Baloo. That was fun. Basically I had to be attached to the floor of the gym because my weight would not have been able to sustain Baloo's if he 'fell'. So when he did have some announced falls, I did a good job of not letting him die, but at the same time, my body was lifted into the air and thank goodness for the attachment to the floor, because each time, I went flying! And one last thing. I got the following email this week:
I bet someone that I could find their name on Google by typing drunk black girl in the search box. I lost the bet, but found a blog you wrote. I believe you have enormous potential as a writer if you desire to do so. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your material. Anyways, have a good one, and stay warm up there. I wont rub it in and tell you how nice it is down here where I am. Peace and chicken grease, B..
Apparently this person typed 'drunk black girl' into Google and stumbled upon my blog. Well I tried it myself and apparently I'm entry number 32. Who knew?! Well, I aim to please. Everyone have a good weekend!

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Monday, February 05, 2007 

Comments

I had to modify the comments on the blog because someone keeps posting spam on my old entries. I'll have the easy comments back once the spamming stops.

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Friday, February 02, 2007 

Happy Birthday To Me

Yesterday I turned 25. I don't feel a change, yet. Maybe I'll feel a change when I rent a car and have a lower rate. Let's go through the series of events.

At midnight I received my first birthday greeting. I established a precedent on Baloo's birthday this past October. You can't get birthday nookie until after you've had the dinner and opening of presents. So, since I couldn't get nookie at midnight, Baloo tucked me in to bed (yes, actually tucked me in) and went home so I could spend my birthday morning well rested. And I needed it too. Because I had a meeting at 8:15 a.m. the next morning. Bastards! Being a grown up sucks.

After my meeting I went to the pharmacy where they asked my date of birth. 02-01-XX I said. Then I added, "Oh yeah! Today's my birthday!" I had totally forgotten.

Baloo later called me at my exact birth time (once for EST and once for CST) and wished me Happy Birthday again and then Daddy Kiki called at CST to wish me happy birthday and listen to me open my present. Although I had my present in my possession for a full 24 hours before my birthday, I'm not allowed to open presents until after my birth time. I know it's a silly tradition, but it's our tradition and I never cheat. Daddy Kiki got me a great pair of red leather gloves that I'll have to return for a bigger size when I go to Detroit tomorrow.

I was so excited to go home. Baloo took me out to dinner at Beggar's Banquet. It was nice because we had the entire restaurant to ourselves. He was acting weird the entire time and he admitted that he was a bit nervous about my present. It was very endearing. We had a fantastic dinner. I had Maple Dijon Pork Medallions with broccoli and yummy mashed potatoes. Baloo had the King Crab, and we had chocolate mousse for dessert. Then came present time. He prefaced the gift giving by telling me that when I open the presents, know that he was not trying to change me. He got me a silver bracelet that was hand made by an artist as well as matching earrings. Both with black pearl accents. Now I know why he prefaced the giving. He always remarks that he wants to see me in silver jewelry and I only wear gold. So he got me something silver for both of us to enjoy. And I love it.

The only thing I asked for on my birthday was a bubble bath. Baloo didn't think we'd be able to do it because he's too big to fit into my tub. (In his defense, it's a tiny tub. I only fit in it cause I'm a tiny person.) But Baloo came through and I had my first bubble bath in at least a year. It was great.

I had some trepidation about having my birthday with a boy. The last time I was dating a boy during my birthday, I was turning 22. Smitty for some reason couldn't celebrate my birthday with me so I went to Chicago and hung out with Kipper and his sister and brother-in-law and some of our friends. It was such a fantastic time. And Smitty called me the day after my birthday with a rousing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" He didn't realize he was a day late. So when Baloo came through like he did for my birthday, I really felt special. And it made me even more proud to be with him.

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Thursday, February 01, 2007 

Happy Black History Month


Don't think I've forgotten about you, kids. It's just that today is my birthday. And I'm going out to dinner with Baloo to celebrate. The big 2-5! I know. So I hope to have happy fun stories for you tomorrow.

Smooches!

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  • I'm young, single, got a great ass, a serial dater, a sometimes drunk, addicted to the gym, liable to make fat girls cry, have a mild ED, think Notre Dame is the greatest college and Texas is the greatest state. Currently at a standstill since moving from Detroit Area, Michigan (tons of yuppies) to Mason, MI (noted KKK presence). Come be a part of my random, shocking, and exciting world.
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