Hi Lo

I have been quite busy these past few days. Let's play a game! Well it's not really a game for y'all, but it's a game for me, here we go!

 

Wednesday

 

High: I spent the night at my parent's house so my momma could drop me off at the place I was working for the day. I had an open house/health fair to attend and it was right around the corner from their house. The fair was wonderful, very well attended and the campus was very nice. There was a dude there that I went to high school with- he didn't remember me. He kept coming back to my table flirting and telling jokes, I just laughed. At one point he sat down at my table and we were talking (I honestly thought at this point he thought I was familiar and was trying to place it- nope, no clue). When he finally asked, "so are you from around here," I said, "dude, we went to the same high school. We graduated the same year, and you were friends with my husband." About 15 minutes later it finally clicked and he remembered me. I was laughing so hard, because he kept on asking, "are you serious? For real?" Dude yeah, but don't feel bad, I didn't talk until my Senior year of high school. He kept calling all his coworkers over to the table to tell them the story because he found it so funny.

 

Low: My daddy is tripping. He came into my room and said, "TM, I want you to pay for your sister's hotel room next week when we go on vacation." Say what now? I thought he was joking. I looked him in his face and laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more- he wasn't joking. He said it again, I got smart, he said it again, I turned the t.v. up. What's wrong with what he asked? Let me count the ways:

1. I'm not going on the trip. I'll be darned if I pay for somebody to go on a trip whilst I stay home because I already decided it wasn't a wise financial decision.

2. You're not going to tell me how to spend my money.

3. Did you ask my husband? No, you waited until he was distracted so you could come to me with this bull.

4. You're not going to TELL me how to spend my money.

5. I'm not obligated to financially support anybody I didn't birth.

6. You're not going to tell me how to spend MY money.

7. Vacations are a luxury, not a right. You can't afford to go- you don't go.

8. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL ME HOW TO SPEND MY MONEY!

 

 

Y'all I was really mad. I ended the conversation with my daddy by saying, "everybody should be talking to Jesus and not each other. I live in a rented apartment, his daddy owns Heaven." I texted my sister to see if she needed money, if she had asked me I would have gladly given it to her. She said, "no, I'm fine, daddy said he was going to pay for my room, so he needs to pay for it." I told my momma and she said, "HE DID WHAT? Let me tell that man, he don't have no business asking his kids for money. Maybe it's because we used to give our parents money. But our parents ain't have it like we do. Don't worry about it honey. We aren't asking for your money until we get old."

Was I wrong to be upset that he tried to tell me how to spend my money? Wait until after you read this next part to decide.

 

Thursday

High: So they found our car last week. For days and days, we called the impound lot but nobody could figure out which lot had our car. They finally figured it out- it was in the evidence lot because it was involved in a hit and run. We got to the lot to get our car and my shoes and TheCount's football cleats were still in there.

 

Low: Rest in Peace Nissan Altima- cuz you're going to the junkyard! Those sucker thieves took the whole radio/heat/air section, the fricking steering wheel (who does that? LOL), our gps system that was hidden under the seat, my sweet potato oatmeal chocolate chip and pecan cookies AND the container they were in (y'all could have left my tupperware) along with TheCount's sports equipment.

 

High: Our trip to the MVA took all of 30 seconds. As I was arguing with TheCount about me walking in that room full of people to ask a dumb question the exact person we needed walked outside and said "Are you here for XYZ? Push this button and walk here." Just like that we were done!

 

Friday

 

High: My outfit is banging!

 

Low: My hair is so horrendous I almost did the big chop this morning  so I could I could rock a fro to work. I've gone through a major hair growth spurt in the last month and blending wasn't even an option this morning. I rode to work with 3 bright orange flexi rods in my hair and my purple scarf tying down the back.

 

 

TheCount's birthday is Sunday, if you're in town and you wanna hang out and watch the Redskins/Cowboys game with us, email me!

Will this stuff work?

I love trying new things. I'm always grabbing something while in the store just to see if it works. That leads me to this awesomely random post today. The fresh balls product made me laugh and honestly that's why I bought it. Sherri Shepherd tweeted about it, I clicked the link, thought it was funny, and said "ohhh I'm so getting this for TheCounts birthday." Is this TMI? Probably! I just want to know if it will work (I'm not going to link the site because I really don't think googling fresh balls is a good idea at work, lol). TheCount uses baby powder everyday to keep his life fresh, but I get so mad because he always leaves a white coating of powder on the rugs/carpet/bed/wherever his crazy self is dressing and it is aggravating! I'll keep you guys posted on if this works or not (ok, I KNOW that's TMI).

 

The second product I saw in TJMaxx when I had no business being in there. The ingredients are Green tea with natural garcinia, natural black seed, natural cumin seed and natural fenugreek. The box claims that these are slimming agents. It was only $4 so I said what the, hey, why not? I made a cup yesterday and it smells and takes like cumin water. My solution was to add in another teabag of a flavor that I do enjoy so I can get through it. {BTW: that's the lovely view from my office window.}

 

What totally random product have you purchased lately? Anything you're thinking about purchasing?

He loves me!

I forgot to tell y'all MrC brought me my cheese from Wisconsin. What does it taste like? Cheese, but I was just so happy he got it for me. He let me rant and rave for 20 minutes on the way home from the airport and he listened to me threaten his life over the thought that he went all the way to Wisconsin and didn't bring his wife back her cheese. It reminded me of the time my mom called me from my favorite store on my birthday and didn't come back with any gift for me (I was mad at her for like 6 months. Turns out she bought it but lost it and was too embarassed to tell me, when she found it, she gave it to me).

Sigh, I'm crazy and unreasonable, but he knew that when he married me.

Another blame the hormones post

Friday

I had to leave work early to pick TheCount up from the airport. Somehow I found my way in TJMaxx buying boots, still not sure how that happened. We got home around 6, I think, and I had plans to cook dinner and chill out in the bed reading my Real Simple, Harper's Bazaar, and In Style magazines. My best friend called and said she had the stuff I ordered from her sister's fundraiser to drop off. I really didn't feel like having company, but I did want my stuff so I told her to stop by. In all honestly, I haven't talked to her int he last 2 weeks because I just couldn't take her constant complaining/worrying/drama. She also never knows what to say and most of the times I find it funny and can laugh it off, but sometimes I just want to say,"you are 24 and you have a college degree. You should have more sense than that." The very first sentence out her mouth when she arrived set the tone for the entire night.

Me: Heyyyy, EJ

Ej: Wow, your house smells like fish.

--stop the track. this heifer is rude--

Me: Yeah, we just steamed and ate 3 pounds of crab legs for dinner.

 

But what if we hadn't? What if we just had a stinky house? What if I was sick and had a bad body odor and was uncomfortable with the situation? Maybe I'm ultra sensitive, but I've been to some downright funky houses, but I never insulted the residents by saying, good lord your house stanks as soon as I walk in the door. That's rude. If you don't like the smell, go home. If you need to say something, find a more tactful way of saying it. By the way, your moms house smells like pee, but I haven't found a nice way to say it yet. There are 8 people living there, somebody must smell it too, maybe I should say if while I'm still at the door next time.

Anyway, she stayed, and stayed, and stayed. I was planning to get in the shower and wash my hair, but she stayed, and stayed, and stayed. What did we talk about? She's balding, she hates her hairdresser, her 16 year old brother is getting on her nerves, her car is messed up again, she hates her part time job, she wants to sue Yaz because she thinks it made her depressed, she was mad at Target because the pharmacist was rude, oh and she thinks I should cut my hair now.

 

Ej: You should cut your hair now, you have enough new growth

Me: TheCount doesn't really want it this short, so I'll wait.

Ej: But you have enough hair, you should cut it.

Me: I'll wait

Ej: But you have to face to get it cut short.

Me: I'll wait.

Ej: When?

Me: Either June of next year of for my birthday in August.

Ej: That will be a good birthday present, but you should cut it now.

Me: I'll wait.

 

Dear God, please deliver me from this madness. I started venting on Twitter because I was sitting next to TheCount and I knew he was reading what I was typing. He kept on accommodating Ej. Ej, want some food? NO!!!! I want her to be hungry and go home! Ej, you said you wanted to watch the Monique show? Well here it is. PJD finally typed some sense into TheCount and he stopped changing to shows that Ej wanted to watch and she went home. I washed my hair and was so tired I fell asleep on my magazine with my wet hair still in the towel.

Hmmm, reading that makes me seem mean. Well, it's how I felt Friday (perhaps this is PMS talking, yeah, lets blame hormones).

Saturday

I stayed home and cleaned up, braided my hair, and we had people over to watch the fight.

 

Sunday

Worked in the nursery at church, had a meeting afterward, went to my parent's house, went to a youth event at another church, went home to read my magazines and chill out. 

What's going on with you?

They found the car! It got towed on Monday and they mailed us a letter Tuesday and we got it last night. TheCount is working in Wisconsin today so we can't go get it until tomorrow. If it's totally trashed we'll probably just get anything out of it that's left and go buy a new car. At least we know where it is now. We won't have to sit around and wonder if we should buy a car or not.

 

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This morning when I dropped TheCount off at the airport I asked him to bring me back some cheese from Wisconsin. He told me no. How rude of you to go to a place I've been dying to go to since sixth grade and not bring my back some cheese. That's just mean. I should leave him at the airport if he comes back without my cheese. In sixth grade I had this boyfriend that was obsessed with cheese just like I was. He could name over 100 types of cheese. I used to sit and listen like he was reading poetry. If anybody knows a 24 year old Stephen Crocker, let me know!

 

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I've noticed something about our apartment. It's loud. Really, really loud. Not the apartment itself, but the inhabitants. If we're quiet, it usually means that somebody is upset. We don't do that yelling in an argument let's slam doors and act like words don't work stuff. We get quiet, calm ourselves, then talk it out. But when we're happy? I'm screaming random jokes {this week it's been "pow, right in the kisser" as I run toward him full speed with my fist out}, TheCount is usually chasing me trying to get on my back, or I'm dancing on the furniture to whatever song is in my head. We really need a house, we are too loud for apartment living.

 

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God answers prayers y'all. You should try it out.

 

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I really want a steak and cheese sandwich and a salad for lunch. You know what that means? I'll be having a steak and cheese sandwich and salad for lunch.

 

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I hate Dunkin Donuts' donuts. They're nasty to me. I just ate half of one so I would have some food on my tummy to take my vitamins. Gross. I had to wrap it up and move my trash can because the smell sickens me.

 

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Yesterday I was trying to tell a joke to TheCount and I messed it up so badly he wouldn't stop laughing. It ended up being funnier than my joke.

Me: Man, I left my B-12's at home today so I was walking around the office trying to bum a few pills of people.

TheCount: You on drugs man?

Me: Yeah, I was like a fiend, I had the scratches and everything.

TheCount: What!?

Me: I mean the shakes, you know what I meant fool. Don't judge me.

TheCount: Bwhahahaha, you're an idiot.

 

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I thought I had my shopping under control. I've proved myself wrong. I don't know how this happened: lovely cognac colored boots, 2 watches for TheCount (his bday is coming up), a new men's hygiene product (it's really funny, when it arrives, I'll post about it), some Victoria Secret smell goods, a new sweater (that's so warm I may go get it another color on Monday, it was only $20 from Nordstrom Rack), a really cute phone case, new gloves, new tennis shoes, some yoga pants (yoga pants are my version of leggings), a new face wash, mask, scrub, and moisturizer from Mario Badescu, and a subscription to Cooking Light magazine all within the last 2 weeks. Well the boots may have been 3 weeks ago, if they are, that doesn't count in my list. Dear Jesus, TheCount needs a raise, his wife is out of control. Please bless him with a raise, because I know you value our marriage. Thanks and Amen.

 

Goodnight Moon

Y'all I'm so dang tired I don't know what to do with myself! I started my new workout plan Tuesday, walked all around NY yesterday, and went to bed late, only to be awakened several time by my darling husband's monstrous leg crushing me. I almost didn't come into work today, but I put on my big girl panties and made my way in. I didn't but too much in NY because of our current car situation, and me not wanting to waste money, but I did buy some really cute gloves and my Mother and Sister in law's Christmas presents. When my momma posts the pictures on facebook, I'll steal them and post them here. Let me go get some tea and water so I can keep my eyes open, I'm the note taker for today's staff meeting (eek!). Enjoy your day folks.

Today's Tasks

My boss is working from home today which works out perfectly for me, because I have so much stuff I need to get done.

 

Eyebrows Threaded

 

Buy another pair of New Balances

 

Find some pants to go with an  burnt orange plaid boyfriend shirt. Any suggestions? I have a feeling it could be worn as a dress if I didn't have such a huge butt, but I do, so that makes this dress fall into the shirt category.

 

Not spend too much money because it looks like we'll be buying another car

 

Research cars, even though TheCount will be working in Detroit tomorrow. I told him to catch his flight there, do the inspection, then go buy a car and drive back. It made perfect sense to me, but he looked at me like I was a fool, lol.

 

Figure out what the heck we're going to do in New York tomorrow besides walk around. What's the weather like up there y'all? We're having mommy- daughter day. It'll be 6 of us up there. Why? I have no idea other than the fact that my mom hops on the bus like once a month to go to New York and this time she invited friends.

 

Start my new work out plan with my workout buddy. Today is Arms & Abs. Wednesdays are butts and thighs, but I'm off tomorrow.

 

My first order of business is to get some food. How I managed to leave my breakfast and lunch at home is beyond me. Not one of my finest moments.

 

 

What are your tasks for today?