A day (or two or three) in the life of...

So, truth be told, I've been hiding a wee bit of a secret. I've been cheating on you. Though you're special to me and I truly love you, I wasn't being completely honest. I was carrying on another blog a couple months back. It was shameful and completely just out of instinct but you know what? It felt good. I said things on that blog that I couldn't say on here. No offense, I just needed a completely anonymous outlet that I could let go with and not be judged. I wanted to vent w/out having judgement be passed on me immediately. I unloaded like you can't even imagine. I couldn't even believe what I was sharing as I typed it but I did. Don't we all want to feel like we're good, honest, and raw people in our own way? So what happens when we want to unload thoughts and fears that we have which aren't 'safe' anywhere else? Do we just let them sink into our depths and do nothing with them? I'm not saying that I don't trust people arou...

So I watched episode 1 of 'Barreras de Amor', which is the new Novela that Mas and I are going to be watching together. Yes, I've finally owned up to my destiny and it's on... The thing with Novelas is that they are on every single night so you have to really keep up (thank you TIVO) w/the scandal or you'll miss that the Baby Mama really kidnapped Pepito from hospital when her archenemy gave birth and thought her baby died via labor. It's tough but I'm up to the challenge. To my pleasant surprise, Grasshopper even watched it with me and brushed up on his Spanish and started guessing who'd be sleeping with whom and who's the secret son of the Hacienda owner. I couldn't be more proud. See, I tried watching a Novela that Mas suggested a few months back but I couldn't get into it and told her I would wait for next scandalous one. I've decided to start doing my makeup like the Novela chicks do too. It's like an 'evening look' (squa...

I've always wanted to be a regular at a bar. I thought, how cool would it be to walk in and everyone's all "Heyyy Claudette! Another tough day at the mill?" and I just chuckle, sit down, sling my jacket on a hook and wait for Jerry (sounds about right) to bring me my usual. I don't have a 'usual' yet though. I can't even distinguish what that drink of choice for me would be. When I sit down at a bar, I try to do a mental inventory of what I've had v/s what I'd like to have again. I don' t have a drink of choice which would lead to people trying to decipher my personality . I'm really not much of a beer kinda girl, not for lack of trying though. I've tried, it just never really stuck as something I'd like to pay to put myself through again. Though, in a pinch, I'll sip on a Corona (definitely w/a lime wedge though) or a Heffenweiser (w/lemon, lums), otherwise, no sank you. When I sit down at a bar, my first few instincts woul...

So, Grasshopper does not want " Welcome to America " party as I had hoped to throw for him. He only wants to celebrate w/his woman and some warm apple pie. Regrettably, the celebration will most likely not be quite as freaky as it sounds but American nonetheless. We're going to grill out, actually he will grill outside while I wait for warm food inside because it's not quite warm enough out there to really enjoy deck dining yet but I'll be waving little American flags in window for him. What kind of music should I play though to really represent 'America'? Not country. Please don't say country music. For Jems.... I'm a strong black woman! I'm a soldia sista... reco'nize! Went shopping yesterday and bought these awesome new intense red sheets. So I was afraid that red sheets would be too much since, well, the walls of bedroom are red too. Nope, it looks awesome! I could just sink into my red room and never come out (as long as I had room s...

I must forewarn all that this is a purely fluff post and I am having a hard time saying anything in my blog for past few days for some reason so I took pics to trigger a complete thought to share but the thoughts are about as deep as my empty cup of coffee... So, I'm driving to work today. First of all, while I pull out of my garage, I pummel my passenger side mirror into the side of the garage. Good job clussy... shattered mirror peices await me in driveway. So on drive to work, when a car showed up in that busted mirror, really about 27 cars of same color and make were showing up in mirror. I was thanking God that I had no yellow fug mobiles pulled up along my right side. So, I'm listening to the Junkies and driving along, sipping my coffee, when I am cut off by a person who decides to cut me off for the sole purpose of pissing me off and slowing down to 15 MPH under speed limit. God give me patience... This is obviously not the look of patience though. Northern Virginia driv...

HA! Excellent series finale tonight! This show( Flavor of Love ) , which is guilty pleasure of mine (I have too many to actually 'fess up to), was hilarious! I watched from the first show to the last and I'm telling you, it had me in stitches. The first time Grasshopper actually watched it with me (I am owner of the remote control because it means much more to me than him so he lets it go... phew) he, of course, thought all the chicks were trifling and ridiculous and couldn't believe Flavor Flav had his own reality show (again) but he laughed right along w/me. It turned out to be undeniably contageous and addictive and I'm not going to apologize for my delight in watching this ghetto fabulous car crash. I'm so happy that Flav actually picked the chick that we were all (those of us who've comitted 30 min to watching this hilarious insanity every Sun night for past few weeks) rooting for. Hoops was high-larious in the end when she finally won and described th...

I'm stunned. I'm trying to psyche myself up to react the way my friend expects me to react at her just having told me she's 18 weeks pregnant. I was just a bridesmaid at her wedding back on Halloween weekend and I havn't really talked to her since. She's not a bad chick, she's just... well, she takes a certain amount of energy to try to always console her into understanding the whole world is not mad at her and, no, she's not fat (yeah yeah, I have my days where I complain too but until you meet her, I don't have shit on her complaints) and that sort of thing. See, when I got engaged, she was "happy" for me but I could see she was so wrapped up in thinking she was waiting for her beau to propose that she was feeling a bit competitive. She always has been and probably always will be. Because her self esteem is quite battered, she wants people around her to not be quite 'on their game' because that makes her feel bad about herself. Well, ...

I'm ready for all hobo/boho/shabby chic trend references to be over with. I'm thoroughly annoyed w/the peasant tops, the boho satchels and shabby chic wear that took over the trends of the last year. I realize things come and go but I find it unflattering, tacky and mostly ugly. Now, the only thing I can appreciate from this trend would be the peasant skirts, kept in moderation that is. I love a pretty flowy skirt that softens up a woman's (or man, whatever floats your boat) silhouette in spring/summer/early fall and in solid colors at that. I don't like all that tie dye shit that was trying to be pushed on us every where we turned. Wait, was it not everywhere else besides the Juniors department at the department stores? Ok, see, now this brings up another interesting topic (maybe just to me though). Where does a young (I'm 30 but I feel 22 so let's leave it at that) woman shop for clothes that won't make her look either dowdy, too conservative, ultra-yuppy...

Ok, I'm just going to blurt it all out and hope some or all of it makes sense. I can't stop the flow of these un-profound thoughts/questions or I'll just trip over myself. Trust. I've had 3.5 cups of coffee today and had a handful of trail mix for breakfast and no lunch yet because I'm full of coffee. Don't ask. Coffee drinkers know what I'm talking about, no? Shopping on caffeine is just as dangerous as shopping on alchyhol, 'cept it's not quite as fun. There were clothes flying off racks and into my arms, rapid scanning of price tags under scanner for price checks, clothes flying around in fitting room and very quick judgements (30 seconds, tops) on all articles of clothing. In the end, I bought 2 pairs of pants and 3 skirts. All very cute, all very flattering. 2 are my current size and 3 are size 4. Ya think someone's relying quick weight loss? yeah. Hopefully at least a reasonable one. I'm 4 lbs closer to my goal baby and ain't not...

So very fug to begin with. And then even fuglier. Everyone has a right to have their own tastes but come on. I mean, this just screams "I'm a f'ing idiot, please, please , please look at me! Even if you didn't want to look at me, you now are forced to. Muahaha, behold the blinding power of a yellow vehicle." I hate yellow scion owners. I just wanted to reiterate this. I don't like to use the word hate loosely so just know that in this case, it is not being used loosely. So, speaking of nightmares, I had one last night in which I had drank a lot of wine (I don't know why I was drinking blush but in my dream I was...odd) and then decided to head over to the mall. Well, after drunken shopping (so much fun), I was pulling out of the mall parking lot and I was just terrorizing the cars beside and behind me and in trying to get out of the parking space, I was suddenly fully aware of how drunk I was and I was just making these horrid 372 point turns to get ou...

I usually always remember my dreams or at least a main character in them or a feeling that's evoked by whatever I dreamt about. Sometimes when I have one of those kinds of dreams, well, I wake up feeling a bit saucy. heh. That usually lasts a good part of the morning and I'm walking around w/a bit of a craving. I should probably reduce my viewing of saucy movies but, meh. Why? So, right then, if you know me, you also know that the feelings that my dreams evoke usually last a bit and I either go with them or spend the better part of my day talking myself out of these feelings. So, in my dream last night, ((cringe)) my boss was in love with me. I know how this sounds and no I don't go assuming that random men in my life are attracted to me. Quite the opposite actually. I work with mostly men and take on that little sister role and embrace it w/no qualms. I'd rather be looked at as a friend/sister than a 'chick'. I'm too uncomfortable in my skin for the most pa...