Wednesday, September 19, 2007

The Greater Good

This weekend, inspired partly by my friend Avin, but mostly after just being frustrated with myself, I chopped about 10 inches off my hair. What a freeing experience!

And, in doing this, I also helped someone else. I donated the ponytail to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for children with cancer. I have decided that that's what I'm going to do from now on: donate it. It's a wonderful feeling.

Not so wonderful was the feeling I had at the allergists office this morning. She said I need to stay away from wheat, nuts and seafood for the time being. That basically means, I am being forced back onto my NO WHITE STUFF diet. Which, as you recall, failed miserably after about 2 weeks. Talk about a sign to get my fat ass in shape. A doctor telling you is something totally different than doing it for sheer vanity.

So, Monday, I'm back to it.

Monday, September 10, 2007

What in da hell?!

Okay - first, I want to say that I was really rooting for Britney to make a nice comeback. But since that shit didn't happen, on to the real...

Ole gal looked high on something. Her dancing wasn't sharp, her lip synching was off (and she should have perfected that by now), the outfit was trashy and the whole performance was just stank. It reeked to high hell.

And this Sarah Silverman chick...I don't think she's funny, either. Maybe I don't get the dry humor thing but calling someone's kids a cute mistake...uh, yeah, not funny.

Now this fight with Tommy Lee and Kid Rock has me interested. Of course, it's over Pam. What else are they arguing over? Bud Light? Hell naw. I'm probably impartial here since hubby has hung out with Tommy Lee before and said he's a really cool guy but...Tommy has the two kids (and two marriages) to Pam. Kid Rock was engaged and married to her for about 10 seconds.

Have ya seen the pictures circulating from 50's new cd? Rumor has it that the chick is Ciara but I dunno. I don't recall Ciara having that much "body" if you will. And the picture with her hand down his pants?! That's just tacky. Honestly.

I'm no Kanye fan here so you know I'm bout to call him a big baby. He cries about everything. Get that man a pacifier and a bottle.

Congrats to Rihanna and Justin Timberlake. They deserved it. And that's my 2 minute review of the MTV VMA's. I would have rather watched a Runs House marathon or something.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

SO! Yesterday I had jury duty. What a complete and utter waste of time. I didn't get chosen (a good thing) and I sat in the juror lounge for 7 hours. I read Russell Simmon's "Do You!" cover to cover. Other than that, I chatted on the phone with RDB for a few minutes:

HIM: "Where you at?"
ME: "One of your favorite places, the Courthouse in Upper Marlboro".
HIM: "Whatchu doing there?"
ME: "Filing for more child support"
HIM: "Whatever"
ME: "Jokes, just jokes"

And that was it. I would have rather been at work. Oh, wait...I love my job...

Anyway, I am starting to think that I have some kind of social anxiety disorder. I don't really like being around people. Especially people I do not know. Funny, since I never seemed to have a problem with it before. I must be getting old. LOL.

No, really. This past weekend, a girlfriend from college had a massive cookout. I normally know everyone there but when I walked in (albeit, 2 1/2 hours late) I didn't hardly know anyone there. Not a big deal, but this is when I start to feel like, I would rather not be here.

Maybe I've just lost my social gene. I burned it all up in my 20's. Maybe some of them women/girls look at me so hard, they seem unapproachable and therefore, speaking to them is the last thing on my mind. Maybe I'm old and I don't want to make new friends, even temporarily. Who knows? I'm just not a people person anymore and to someone that knows me, that seems way out of character.

At any rate, I am focused on other shit besides being nice to strangers. School is back in session and my baskets are taking up considerable time. I've got baby showers, bridal showers, and birthday parties coming out of my ass. I've got kids in the 3rd, 5th and 8th grade. I've got no time to be social.