Its been HOURS since I got home. Seriously… hours. But I over-did it at the Do Over and my head is still spinning. I’ve already yakked and I’m already anxious at the fact I have to get up and go to work tomorrow.
While standing in line I overheard a girl in front of us say she graduated high school in ‘06 and I was too lazy to figure out how old she was. Then I realized I had half a decade on her.
Faaa.
That’s what I’m up against these days. For some strange reason I still get surprised when I enter a random club and the girls are in tight dresses and heels and its nothing but a Saturday night. I can always spot the fresh-21 kids a mile away. I’m gettin’ old folks.
It’s funny, because never before had I this many reasons to raise a glass to. Cheers to you for getting that permanent position at work. Cheers to him for landing that dope ass client. Cheers to me for just getting through the damn work week. I’m sayin’.
Excuse me for the lack of posts, if I have no need to touch a keyboard past 6pm I don’t even approach a computer—cause if I do I seem to lose all productivity & quality time with my husband. I’ll try to be better about it though..
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_ I want to FALL ASLEEP every time I put The Weeknd on. Happened with “House of Balloons” and I’m having the same reaction with the “Thursday” mixtape. I can’t figure out if I love or hate his music. The only song I purposely play is “The Zone” because Drake is featured. That’s a no brainer since almost any Drake feature is like candy for me. I guess I can safely say I don’t hate it… but love it? Don’t think so. [Download link below]
_ I bought the shoes below thinking I could hang. FAIL. I couldn’t even last a minute standing in them, let alone walk more than 20 feet. Back to the store they go… what a freaking shame. If you happen to find a taupe/nude platform pump with a chunky heel (preferrably with a 3″ height minus the platform) then please let me know. I happened to fall in love with these but they are no where to be found (in a size 7) anywhere in cyberspace. The internet has failed me—I can’t believe it.
_ The Brazillian Blowout is THE SHIT. I’m such a believer its ridiculous. My hair is the longest its been in years. I think its even longer than the day I got married. If you have frizzy/wavy hair and you absolutely hate it… you need not suffer. #trust
I turned 28 a week and some change ago. That’s two away from dirty 30, which is halfway to 60 and next thing you know—LORD WILLIN’—I will naturally have platinum gray hair and grand babies.
My 28th birthday was beautifully spent with all the people I love: my homies, my in-laws, and my immediate fam. We ate, watched baseball, played baseball, and ate some more.
- I spent 4th of July weekend with the husband’s fam in wine country.
- Celebrated my 2nd wedding anniversary.
- Road-tripped down to LA, I didn’t have to plan a single thing before/during this trip. I can’t say how much I appreciate not having to stress about anything. Friends, feel free to invite me to trips more often.
- And of course, GIANTS baseball. STILL FIRST (in the NLW), let’s continue that all the way into the post-season.
Plug: I’m addicted to the iphone app “Instagram.”
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The first one was was necessary. I’m glad to see they came out with a second.
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For the record, “Outstanding” by the Gap Band is my ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG. EVER. “All night long” by the Mary Jane Girls is a close second though, close.
July 4, 2008 – Spent driving around the entire island of Oahu from Windward side to the North Shore and back down to Waiks. Fireworks on Waikiki Beach. [On vacation for a cousin's destination wedding. Scouting trip for our own wedding.]
July 4, 2009 – Spent driving around the entire island of Oahu from Windward side to the North Shore and back down to Waiks. Fireworks on Waikiki Beach, well—mostly. [In Hawaii to get married. Everyone in this photo is from the mainland, no locals. Crazy, right?]
July 4, 2010 – At sea in the Carribean on a Carnival cruise ship. No fireworks, not in U.S. territory. [Celebrating our first anniversary as Mr. & Mrs., decided to hop a different set of islands this time.]
This is the first 4th of July in the past four years where I will not be in tropical paradise. I’ve been spoiled. No beach vacation for us this year, time & money has already been spent in Paris. (Blog yet to come…)
So I’ve fallen away with the attempted 30 day challenge. It became too much of a bother—theres no competition between the sake of just posting something (anything) vs. something of real content. I was definitely lacking quality with some of those daily prompts.
So I’m back.
But do me a huge favor—only visit if you’re feelin’ me.
As I’ve stated before—I have no clue who reads this. I don’t keep a stat counter and I don’t allow comments. I do this for one simple fact. I don’t want any influence on how I feel/write/believe. This is a small plot in cyberspace I keep for myself, and I’ve always enjoyed it. I’ve been writing for-ev-er.
The only indication I get that someone happens to reads this is when a homie sends me an email on his own accord, a girlfriend hollers at me through FB in agreement, or someone I randomly know lets me know wassssssup cause I was 100% on point. I appreciate it folks, I really do.
As for myself, I really only follow about a handful of blogs, I don’t waste my time on anything else. They all just happen to be strong-minded-positive-people. All with voices who sound like they’ve got pieces of me in their outlooks and personalities.
So if you disagree with my opinions, never understand my context and where I’m comin’ from, or simply cannot stand me—just refrain. It’s that easy. Let this be the last thing you read from me, cause I’m not one to who likes to waste someone’s time.
Deal?
For the rest of us movin’ forward from here. Lessgo. =)
I’m old. I know. So old that I graduated high school ten years ago.
This is my attempt to get the positive ions flowing at a continuous rate. Please don’t mistake me for being corny, that is an attribute I don’t seem to have. I’m just thankful, and as my previous post will want me to claim—I am absolutely BLESSED.
Despite the multiple falling-outs (between various times in our growth as women, between certain individuals), the fights, and the times we wanted to lock-ourselves into a room until our drama was squashed, my girls are still my girls. Seven girls are a handful but throughout our journeys I’m glad we have each other to rely on through it all. Its been hard work at some moments, but they’re completely worth it.
I’d raise a glass to you all, but I drank wayyy too much at the reunion.
- For standing beside me as I married my best friend, other than the rest of you
- For the beautiful baby boys you’ve all made, totaling 7
- To Hawaii, circa June 2001
- For the laughs, and being completely on my level
- For not giving a fack when food is in front of our faces
- For insisting I learn how to sneak out of my house in the middle of the night
and so many other ridiculous things that I cannot even think of…
