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This weekend I helped Baloo out with his car. He got considerably more dirty than I did, but I did hold the flashlight, handed him various tools, and brought him water and a sandwich when I thought he needed it. Otherwise I was either reading a book out in the yard with him or watching the hick neighbors across the street.

One thing that sucks about the Michigan economy is that it's tanking. That means that my property value has gone way down and many of my neighbors have defaulted on their home loans, abandoning their property. It was a really nice neighborhood when I moved in with kids playing in yards and young families. Now, only three of the original neighbors remain.

Our new neighbors are hicks. I won't call them what I want to call them, because that's just mean. But to be nice, I'll say that they're hicks. On two occassions I've seen the woman (who I believe owns the home) having a shouting match with her baby daddy - also her currrent boyfriend - in the front yard. On one occasssion one the nice neighbors stayed in his yard watching just to make sure the baby daddy didn't hit her. Baloo and I call them the domestic dispute couple.

Anyway, domestic dispute couple decided to do some yard work while Baloo and I were working on the car. Their plan? Cut down a tree that's been in their yard for probably over fifty years. That's one of the great things about my neighborhood. Even though my house is newly built, all the other houses are old. And I live on a nice tree lined street. I can only imagine how long some of those trees have been around. Well, apparently the tree in domestic dispute couple's yard was creating too much carbon dioxide, so it had to go. So, naturally domestic dispute boyfriend calls over his hick dad and friend to take the tree down. Since Baloo is a tree hugger, he knows the proper way to prune and remove branches. He even has all the equipment to do so. The first thing the boyfriend did wrong was he had no support or harness when he climbed the offending tree. Just a chainsaw and a wobbly ladder. Fantastic, I thought! This would be my afternoon entertainment. Watching one of them seriously hurt themselves and perhaps take out the power to the entire neighborhood! Next, they decided to take down the tree the true hick way. Instead of starting at the very top and taking down branches until you get to a managable size, they decided to take down as huge of a chunk they could handle. Which, of course, resulted in them also taking down their phone and cable line. Genius! At one point they tied a rope to a branch to guide it's fall after the boyfriend made the cut. Unfortunately, they all have 4th grade educations, so the limb began falling into the house. So, they decided to tie the rope off to the back of their truck for additional strength/leverage. Baloo looked up from under the hood of his truck and whispered to me, "that rope is going to snap." And exactly two seconds later, the rope did indeed snap.

What's very fortunate is that no one got hurt and they did very minimal damage. But, they did get lucky each and every time they let some huge chunk fall to the ground. They used no skill whatsoever. And when they had cut down the beautiful tree with no damage, they grilled out and had some beers and talked about their awesome accomplishment. Good Lord I can't wait till I finish my degree so I can move out of this state!

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Baloo was sweet enough to come back to Notre Dame with me for my five year reunion. I can't believe I'm that old! It was a good time. Naturally the highlight of the trip was seeing Kipper. He's been hanging out in Indiana getting back to his roots or something. I'm not sure. I really try not to care. Other than that I got to see some friends I haven't connected with in ages, and friends who I mostly stalk on Facebook. I like how all my gay friends (yes there are gay people at Notre Dame) knew exactly who Baloo was just because they had successfully stalked me on Facebook. Good Lord I love stalking.

On Friday night, Baloo and I headed to the beer tent. Oh yeah, at Notre Dame, they have a beer tent that serves free beer from 9pm-1am. Then we went to the bar across the street, the Linebacker. We started out with our free drink - long island iced tea. Then I bought a round. Then Baloo bought a round. Needless to say, we were fairly drunk by the time they called for last call. Somehow we stumbled back to the dorm where I thought it would be an excellent idea to reconnect with some of the girls I lived in the dorms with back in college. So I went upstairs and grabbed one before she went to bed. I think I was so loud that I woke Vin up so she came out to investigate instead. Then Baloo and I went back to our room where we bumped uglies. Now, I know no one really wants to know about me and my steady bumping uglies. I mean, talking about sex isn't interesting unless it's anonymous and you steal something at the end of the night. But the reason I speak about bumping uglies now is because Baloo apparently blacked out. He 'finished' if you will, but he didn't remember anything happened the next morning. Fantastic! Kiki is back! If I would have known he blacked out, I would have stolen something from his wallet. Apparently he didn't remember visiting my friends upstairs when we came back from the bar either. I guess that's what Notre Dame drinking does to you.

On Saturday we took it easy and recovered from our hangovers enough to play some golf. I was really excited as I haven't played golf since last summer. I had the worst golf experience ever. Let's just say the Spirit of Notre Dame does NOT live at the Warren Golf Course unless you're an obsessive compulsive golfer. Now, in Notre Dame's defense, Baloo didn't make things easier by wearing flip flops to golf. But still, it was Reunion weekend and we were there to have fun.

I wasn't having an easy time on the course so we let a total of three groups play through since I was so slow. Every group we let play though was very appreciative and very nice. The golf ranger wasn't so nice. He came by while I was teeing off and spoke to Baloo. Apparently he very condescendingly told Baloo that we were being very slow and we should let people play through. Apparently the Warren golf carts have GPS so they computer on board tells you how many minutes behind play you are. If it hits the yellow, speed up. If it hits the red, skip a hole. We were consistently three minutes behind the group in front of us and never hit the yellow warning. I was so angry and naturally I played even worse. However, Baloo was wonderful and cheered me up, letting me know that we were just out there for fun, and we wouldn't let some cranky old man ruin our time. And we didn't.

So yeah, that was Reunion. It was fun. I got to see a lot of people and Baloo and I got to hang out. A good time was had by all.

Labels: baloo, notre dame, weekend

Baloo and I had a wonderful time in the woods this weekend. We drove 3 hours west to Lake Michigan at Manistee where we met up with about 20 of Baloo's friends and went camping. I've been camping before. It was actually a graduation requirement at my high school. However, I didn't enjoy those trips as much as I enjoyed this one. I think the addition of alcohol was key!

It was a really good time. I'm beginning to like Baloo's friends a little more. We didn't do much besides drink and tend to the camp fire. I accompanied the boys on a frisbee golf tour where I fell in love with the moss on the forest ground and had to pick at every little bit that I found. On the tour I also got to frolick a bit on the beach by myself. It was rather cold and windy, but it was nice to sit and listen to the waves.

The next day the entire group went out to the beach because it was much warmer and we threw around frisbees and footballs and just hung out. Later that night Baloo and I took a sunset walk on the beach. How cliche! But it was nice nonetheless.

I'm sorry but camping is such a white folks thing. Not that I didn't enjoy myself. I had a wonderful time. But i have never had any of my black friends get together to rent a campsite and spend a long holiday weekend not showering and peeing in the woods. But like I said, it was fun. And in all reality, anything that involves drinking is just fine with me.!

Labels: vacation, weekend

Hey kids. Sorry I've been AWOL. Baloo and I got a dog! And now she's gone. Here's the story: Two weeks ago I went to David's Bridal to try on bridesmaid dresses for my Roomie's wedding. The size I normally wear was a tad to tight, so naturally, I flipped the fuck out! I was so disappointed. So, being the wonderful boyfriend Baloo is, he offered to take me to the petstore to look at kitties so they would make me happy. While there we met Layla who was up for adoption. I've never been one for adopting a dog. At least not now in my life. Since Baloo and I aren't living together, I knew the dog would be living with me full time. I also knew that I would be paying for the bulk of her since I make more money than Baloo. I wasn't too excited about the details, but I was willing to try it.

Layla was super sweet and nice and well behaved in the store, and everyone remarked on how cute she was. And really, all I want in life is that have my dog be the envy of all other dogs. So, I volunteered to foster Layla for two weeks. If we liked her, we could keep her, and if it didn't work, we could return her, no strings attached. To make the situation better, her former owners had surrendered her because they ran out of time to spend with her, and they brought us her crate and toys and food so she could have familiar things at my house. It really was a perfect situation.

So we returned Layla to Petsmart today. It was harder than we thought. Baloo and I decided that we're not ready for a dog. We had a fight about a week ago where I pointed out that I'm not his sugar mama nor his crutch. Just because I have the house and the yard and the money doesn't mean that 'we' should get a job. I really felt as if he was having all the fun and I had all the responsibility. But on the plus side, Baloo did start actively looking for a full time job. I think he realized that he couldn't have me take on all the responsibility, so he took it upon himself to find proper employment. He's still looking, but I was glad that he manned up.

So that's the story of Layla. It was a bit easier to give her up since she did puke a few times within the past week. And last night she decided to pee on the carpet. Something she hadn't done in all the time that we had her! But I did feel a little sad when I walked away from her at Petsmart. So, to make ourselves feel better, we did some preliminary shopping for new living room furniture and then ate some Mexican Food! Hopefully I'll have more time to blog now that I no longer have a dog in my life.

Oh, and if you're considering adopting a dog (I'm so against folks who buy dogs) offer to foster them first. I know the shelter was happy to have us foster because it takes the dog off their hands for a while and you have an opportunity to spend time with the dog in your daily situations to know whether it's the right time or the right dog for you.

Labels: baloo, layla, weekend

I haven't been blogging much because not much has been going on in my life. I'm working crazy hours at my new job and loving every minute of it, and Baloo and I are doing quite well. Tonight we went out with some his work friends and that's where things got scary.

So we went to the bowling alley with two other couples who were having a good time. All of a sudden, a fight breaks out two lanes down from us. Like a serious fight. With this dude covered in blood and police. Well, I kinda saw what happened. This big dude had the skinny dude by the hair. When the big dude released the skinny dude, there was blood everywhere and the big dude left. That's when I got scared. I was totally freaked out and thought the big dude would come back with a gun or something. Fortunately both guys left, the cops came, and we had a quiet rest of the evening. I was kinda hoping the alley would like comp our beers or something. It was pretty traumatic. But this is Lansing. What can I expect?

However I really am freaked out about people shooting up places. Since Virginia Tech and NIU it's really been on my mind. Especially since I'm in school again and in a classroom setting. The campus I'm at is very open and anybody can wander around. Plus, the campus is pretty huge. We had a scare last semester when some douchebag set off firecrackers in the stairway (of the only building I have classes in!) and some kids got so freaked out they jumped out of windows. That shit is real and scary, and I'm a huge believer that 'it can happen to me.' So yeah. Add that to my ever growing list of fears!

But I'm still here living life. Things are good. When something more interesting happens, I'll be sure to let y'all know!

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So it's 3:00 a.m. and I'm still up. Don't worry. I've already passed out once tonight!

So I was just thinking to myself, "Did I take a Dulcolax or a Dexatrim earlier tonight?" See, I figured I'd take a laxative tonight because Baloo is out of town ice climbing, and I have a three day weekend. Why wouldn't I want to be regular? But I took the pills a few hours ago and nothing has happened as of yet. I have a lot of pills in a drawer in my bathroom and you'd be surprised how similar Dulcolax tablets and Dexatrim tablets look. Oh well, if I don't poo by tomorrow, I'll try something else.

So tonight I've been rediscovering Janet Jackson in prep for her new album drop. Currently I'm listening to Design of a Decade, Velvet Rope, and Rhythm Nation.

Sorry I don't have more interesting stories, kids. Maybe cooler things will happen later on in the weekend...stay posted!

Labels: diet, random, weekend

Baloo and I went to the theatre last night to see Spamalot. It was a lot of fun. However, I had a complaint. Why don't people get dressed up to go to the theatre anymore? When I was in high school, one of my jobs was an usher at the live thetres in town. I had to wear a tuxedo and most patrons dressed up. Of course, when Jeff Foxworthy came to town, the patrons were dressed down more, but for the most part, women wore black pants/skirts, and the men wore khakis or nice dress slacks. I was appalled last night. I saw so many people in jeans. Both young people and adults. I even saw one person wearing jeans and a Camo jacket. Come on people. If you're going to pay more than $50 for a ticket, the least you could do is wear something nice. I'm not asking for ball gowns and tiaras, but just look like you showered and tried. I was especially mad at the parents for not making their teenagers dress more appropriately. However, the parents were fashion victims as well.

Other than that, the production was great. Baloo has a great time as he really likes Monty Python, and he was able to get a picture with a part of the cast, so that made him happy as well. It's nice going out like that with him.

So, what do y'all think? Are jeans appropriate at the theatre?

Labels: baloo, random thoughts, weekend

I'm sitting here supposed to be working on a paper, but yet I'm thinking about sex.

Do you ever think sex is unfair? And when I say unfair, I mean unfair for women. If you want a quickie, it's almost like eating a piece of chocolate. Sure it tastes good and you can savor it, but you don't get the full shebang like boys can. I find it frustrating. It's not fair that men can get off each and every time they have sex. Yet women need perfect lighting, the right smells, and the right mood. Sorry, I don't know what brought that on. Sex with Baloo is actually great. I have no complaints. But I thought I'd just mention that.

In other news, I have a paper due on Friday. I thought said paper was due in two weeks! Oops! Fortunately for me, I've done all the research and it's on a topic that I'm intimately familiar with. I should actually be typing on this paper instead of typing on my blog. Minor details.

Does this make me a bitch? So you know Baloo's BFF, Bug Eyes, who I don't like. Well we went to Ann Arbor last night to celebrate Doug's 30th birthday. Apparently Bug Eyes and Doug went out many moons ago. Doug ended up rejecting her and Bug Eyes is still in love with him. Well I met Doug's new love interest last night. I like her. I've met her before and she has a great career and lots of money. So obviously she meets my approval. But am I a bitch because I'm glad that Doug is with someone new and happy and Bug Eyes will probably be jealous and miserable to find out that he moved on? I know, I'm evil. I better watch out. Karma is a bitch. Oh, and Doug's new love interest also has bug eyes. But she's skinny and has self made money, so she's much better than Bug Eyes. Maybe Doug has a thing for that. Who knows.

Ok, back to the paper. Wish me luck. In the comments. To prove you love me!

Labels: baloo, random thoughts, weekend

We went canoeing on Saturday and what fun it was! I don’t think I’ve been canoeing since high school where we went on wilderness trips. Baloo suggested we go out sometime on Saturday. So, I packed a little picnic and off we went. It was an easy ride since the river was very low and slow. We got to the place a little too late so we didn’t have time to go on shore and have a nice picnic, but we ate sandwiches on the canoe, saw a blue heron, and lots of neat fish. We want to go again real soon once the water levels rise and the river is a bit faster.

Apart from that we also watched 300 and Stranger than Fiction. I enjoyed both movies. However, I had recently read an article on the Huffington Post about 300 being a propaganda movie. It was actually hard to watch the movie after reading that article. A large part of me wanted to just enjoy the cartoon violence and serious man candy, but I kept thinking about how the story unfolded. How a brave 300 men fought for their land and water despite the rest of their countrymen being against them. How the Persians were depicted as makeup wearing girly men who engaged in sexually deviant acts with ‘freaks of nature.’ How although the Spartans were fighting for the good of country, the Persians were evil blasphemers, fighting a war for religious reasons and for a man god. (Oh, and my history is a little dusty, but when did the Spartans start recognizing themselves as Greeks? I always thought the two were pretty much sworn enemies…) Despite what thoughts I had about the movie before I went into it, I doubt the common man would have thought so deeply about the plot. It was in the same vein as Sin City (which I loved) and it was a good movie. I liked it and I’m thinking about adding it to my DVD collection.

So, what says you? Propaganda film about the Iraq (possibly Iran) war or good clean fun with a lot of great man candy?

Labels: weekend

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

Me: If musicals have taught me anything, that's totally the way you do smack.

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I had a relaxing weekend. I’m still in fat mode. I just think I’m obese. My face looks fat to me, and if my face looks fat, the rest of my body is fat too. On Sunday I took homemade cookies to Baloo at work. He had me try on a pair of shorts. Even though they were my size, they were a bit tight. I’ve come to believe that climbing/hiking/outdoor clothes aren’t meant for black girl booties. Even though the shorts fit, I was in depression mode and I knew I had to do something about my weight. I’m hitting the gym for the month of May and limiting my calorie intake. I hope to be back down to my desired weight by the end of the month. I can’t take much more of this feeling fat. Of course, it probably also has something to do with the fact that I was PMSing last week. However, I don’t like excuses. And I think I should be able to fit into a size 4 whether I’m bloated or not.

I made Baloo go home for Mother’s day on Saturday since he was working on Sunday. For a person whose parent’s pretty much still fund his existence, I don’t know why I had to pull teeth for him to go home and visit his mother, but I did. And he went. And I got him to do what I wanted him to do. So in the end, I won.

Other than some shopping and yardwork, I went to the movies and finally saw Blades of Glory with our friend from down the street. It was highly entertaining and very funny. A great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Labels: baloo, weekend, weight

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.

Labels: baloo, weekend

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.

Labels: baloo, weekend

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!

Labels: baloo, visitors, weekend

So I hate my internet. I spent all this time typing a post just to find out that my inet wasn't connected and I lost the whole thing. Ok. Let's start over.

This weekend was pretty chill. They were forecasting the storm of the millinenum this weekend so I had the good sense to bring home work on Friday. Troube was, the weather wasn't that bad. And as the person who lives the closest to work, I decided that it was much too dangerous to go in. Bossman called my bluff and said I was playing hookey. Whatever, I got some good work done anyway.

On Friday night I went to my volunteer organization's auction. It was a lot of fun. Naturally I dressed to the nines and everyone commented on my dress. I ended up getting a one nights stay at The English Inn. I thought Baloo and I could use it to get away. Little did I know that the Inn is literally 20 minutes from where we live and the free night was only for Monday - Thurs. D'oh! Oh well, I'm gonna see if I can negotiate some sort of deal.

When I got back home, Baloo had invited the couple down the street over and we played some computer game called 'You Don't Know Jack.' From this, game night was born. Since we like games so much and we tend to be a bit competitive, I suggested that we start game night ala Will & Grace. We'll have a game every other weekend and it will be hosted at the alternate house each time. Because winning is everything, we even decided that a trophy should be purchased from the local second hand shop to commemmorate each grop's victory. I'm totally stoked. I want to win every time!

On Saturday Baloo invited me to meet two of his good friends. So, we drove to Flint to hang out. By the time we got there, our host's daughter was still awake. She's two. And y'all know how I feel about children. however, I didnt' want to make a bad impression, so I sucked it up and played playdough with the kid for a while. I think everyone was delightfully deceived. Fantastic. I made sure to wash my hands of the child germs when she was finally put to bed.
Baloo's friends were very nice. They appreciated the fact that I not only laughed at their inappropriate jokes, but I made some myself. And i held my liquor well. Bravo to me. Overall, it turned out to be a successful meeting and a successful weekend.

Labels: baloo, game night, volunteer, weekend