Sista sLedge.r

...to 1998. When I signed up for the new Hotmail today, I saw that I had an unsent draft email. I opened it up to see an email I sent to a Christian rap group who played at my Church back in 1998 (I was 16 years old!). Needless to say, I had a crush on one of these Christian Rappers and I was determined to make myself known to them. The email follows:

To The Cross Movement,

My name is Ms. Kiki and I was at the concert you had at Oak Cliff Bible Fellowship. 
(The girl who sat in the front with the camera!) 
I was so happy when I found your e-mail addy on your web site. 
I must say your presence was a spiritual experience. 
I praise God for allowing all of you to come and minister to us. 
Your message was so powerful that I have become more prayerful and I read my Bible more.

Thank you for showing us God through your presence. 
I hope you experienced much Texas hospitality while you were here! 
By reading your bulletin, I know that you have many other engagements
and I will continue to pray for you all.  God Bless ya'll!

Your Sista in Christ,
Ms. Kiki

Dork!

Labels: old school

What other girls out there remember this?

Labels: 80s, random

Well, actually it wasn’t all night. I drove during the daytime. But I had a work thing all weekend and Baloo couldn’t come with. Instead he went up to his parent’s friend’s cabin on the lake and spent Thursday – Sunday with family. Although I was invited, I had to tell Baloo’s parents that work called and I wouldn’t be able to make it. Well apparently his father was devastated and asked every time Baloo and I talked on the phone when I was coming up. Well I surprised him on Sunday afternoon. Although I had to drive three additional hours to see him, I showed up on his doorstep. It was pretty neat. I spent Sunday with his family out on the lake. It was nice, but pretty windy so I was cold. We went tubing and Baloo went wakeboarding. I haven’t been swimming in ages so I was pretty thankful for the lifejackets when we were thrown off the intertube cause I kinda panicked that I was thrown into that much water. Yeah, I’m not that strong of a swimmer. I may think about taking lessons (again) sometime in the near future.

I was also up at the cottage last weekend too where I spent time with Baloo and his parents. And next weekend we’re going to the 50th wedding anniversary of the couple who owns the cottage. So we’ll be hanging with the fam yet another weekend. I think the month of July has been dedicated to me hanging out with the Baloo clan. And it’s been fun.

Other than that, my house is going to shit. Work is consuming me right now and I can’t talk about it at all, but I’ve been working long hours and haven’t been able to take care of my house. I’m hoping this week to get back on schedule and clean up and take care of my plants and flowers.

So that’s it. Hopefully once work slows down I’ll be able to have more adventures and tell y’all about said adventures.

Labels: baloo, weekend, work

Since Mrs. Pink Shoe kindly identified me as a Rocking Girl Blogger, I guess the least I could do was update the blog-a-roo!

I must say that I’m enjoying the monotony of being with Baloo. It’s nice having a steady, sane boyfriend. During the extended weekend, I met his brother, had dinner with his parents, watched fireworks, and played golf. And, during the time we weren’t doing things, we spent the time hanging out, drinking beers, and enjoying my air conditioning.

So on Saturday I went to Detroit to get my hair done and my beautician and I had an interesting conversation. Apparently she gives her neighbor’s daughter hand me down clothes that she doesn’t want anymore. Both the daughter and neighbor are appreciative, but never reciprocate. However, other neighbors bake cookies or send over food when she does something for them. The same thing with me. When my neighbor let me borrow his power washer when my house got egged, I baked cookies and sent them over to his house as a thank you. It’s just the neighborly thing to do.

I don’t like how people are so unappreciative and so unneighborly. Discuss.

Oh, and since I’m blogging, I might as well tell this story too. Because really, what would my blog be if I didn’t share amusing sexual stories….

So Baloo’s roommate is working weird hours this summer teaching unfortunate kids how to read good or something. So we’re not always sure of his schedule. I saw that the roommate’s girlfriend was visiting, but I also saw them leave, and I thought they were leaving for the weekend. So, we decided to cool off and take a shower over at Baloo’s place. Long story short, we got more dirty than clean, and when it was all over I heard the front door open and roommate and girlfriend enter. I was mortified. Even though we finished our performance, I was convinced that they somehow entered the house, heard the commotion, exited, waited like 10 minutes, and then entered again. I wouldn’t leave the bathroom cause I knew I’d have to face them in the living room. Baloo was totally unsympathetic and tried to convince me that they only entered the house once, but I just wasn’t convinced. I got dressed in the bathroom, bolted to Baloo’s bedroom, and I haven’t spoken to his roommate since.

The End.

Labels: baloo, relationship, weekend

It has been a crazy week. Probably one of the craziest of my working career. Wish I could go into detail, but I can’t. However, I will say that I worked 12 hour days most of last week.

Aside from me working hard and not eating (which resulted in some awesome weight loss) I got to meet Baloo’s brother. I haven’t decided on a nickname for Baloo’s brother, so for the time being, we’ll call him Dr. Baloo, since he’s a PhD and all.

Dr. Baloo came over to my house on Tuesday and I made Smoked Chicken, Corn Pudding, Sautéed Spinach, and Key Lime Pie. Everything was a hit. Dr. Baloo was very nice. I’m not used to having siblings, so it was interesting to see the two of them interact. Dr. Baloo is like a more mature version of Baloo with blonde hair. It was pretty weird.

So anyway, Baloo spent the weekend with his family in Dayton, OH where they went down to celebrate Dr. Baloo’s wife’s birthday since she was all alone for a medical rotation. I was invited, but because I was working 12 hour days, I couldn’t get away to join them. I hoped I made a good impression and I kept asking Baloo what Dr. Baloo had to say about me. Apparently he called me crazy (because I was so anal about the food being perfect and everyone having a good time) and that I reminded him of his wife. Which I guess is a good thing. However, I’m so vain that I thought that they should spend the entire weekend talking about me and thinking about me. I wanted frequent updates from Baloo on what his family thought of me. Turns out, they think I’m a fun, crazy girl and they like me. So I guess I couldn’t ask for more.

In other news, I had to make an emergency call to Kipper last night to discuss something that Daddy Kiki said to me that kinda disturbed me. I called Daddy Kiki last night to talk about the nice time I had at the driving range and I mentioned that Dr. Baloo and his wife will be moving from San Francisco to San Antonio in the next few months so Dr. Baloo’s wife can start her residency. I commented to Daddy Kiki that it will be an adjustment for Dr. Baloo seeing as he’s from the country here in Michigan and he wants to buy a house on a couple of acres and Texas doesn’t exactly have that type of living in the cities. It’s very suburban. Daddy Kiki’s comment, “Well, they should feel comfortable since there are a lot of Hispanics in San Antonio.”

What? Come again? I told Daddy Kiki that I didn’t appreciate his comment and I don’t think they’re the type of people to base their comfort level on the type of people they are surrounded by. I asked him how we segued from talking about the amount of land they’ll live on to the type of people they’ll be around. He was confused. I was confused. He told me to forget about the whole thing. O.K. Whatever.

So I had to call Kipper to commiserate. Apparently it was racist weekend and neither Kipper or I got the memo. He told me a story about having a house guest who said inappropriate things. When Kipper told a story about someone asking a dumb question in class (Kipper is the smartest, thinnest, prettiest one in Community College finishing up some prereqs for nursing school) the house guest asked if the person asking the dumb question was black. Thankfully, Kipper had the balls to stand up to his house guest.

So that’s what I’ve been dealing with these past two weeks. Working my ass off, my boyfriend’s brother’s visit, and my racially incentive father. I hope this week is so much better!

Labels: baloo, daddy kiki, food