Eaten Today
Breakfast: oatmeal peanut butter honey cookies
lunch: salami and cheese on crackers
snack: oatmeal peanut butter honey cookies
dinner: popcorn and orange juice
resumes: none
exercise: managed about a half hour or so of yoga
bought: nada
hours on phone: less than two
God! I have had the most awful jaw/head pain all day. It actually started yesterday or maybe the day before but today, it is just plain irritating. I am not sure why I even have this pain. It isn't as though I go around chomping on bones or other hard edible matter. Actually, for at least the last two days, I have been gorging myself on oatmeal peanut butter honey cookies, popcorn and my main staple, Frosted Flakes. I took some asprin and laid down for a bit but, I am still in some pain. Being a crazy hypochondriac, I think I have meningitis or some other brain affecting disease. I have two interviews on Monday so I am definitely going to the doctor on Tuesday morning.
Mysterious Ex has not been feeling well lately. He says his stomach and side hurts and he's been complaining of joint pain. He went to the doctor earlier this week and his doctor ran some tests so he tells me today,
Mysterious Ex: my doctor says what he expected came out negative
Me (feeling quite nervous): what was your doctor expecting?
Mysterious Ex: he says it was more than likely not going to be that serious but he tested for hepatitis
Me: ewwwww, you have hepatitis? (I'm allowed to act stupid from time to time)
Mysterious Ex: Nooo, he said he wasn't expecting it and it came out negative
Me: So what's wrong with you?
Mysterious Ex: he's not sure, he wants to do a few more tests
Me: (thinking not saying) ewwwww, note to self, no more sex with M.E., and going to have complete blood work up done yet again
What is wrong with me? Why do I do this? If Mysterious Ex has a cold, I think automatically that he has AIDS or at the very least some other uncurable sexually transmitted disease. I should be very supportive saying "oh, it will be okay honey, I'm sure it's nothing" that is what a good girlfriend would do but me being the sicky I am, is thinking "oh God, I hope he hasn't given me anything, I wonder if flu can go through condoms" I'm so ashamed.
When I mentioned the jaw/head ache thing to The Heavenly One, she straight away was all, "do you want to go to the emergency room?" "are you hurting now?". She then called me at least once every hour to check up on me. I told her, "mommy, at least give me a chance to die before you call again". Needless to say she didn't think that was funny. I'm tired, between getting my hair done, fighting off my "illness" and worrying about my impending Mysterious Ex induced death, I'm beat.
6.03.2005
ai, ai, ai
I wahsed my hair yesterday but didn't blow dry it so now I have this tri - mongous afro sitting on my head. I'll have to wash my hair again so I can blow dry it. I got up at like 2 in the morning to satch Resevoir Dogs, I ate a chef salad while I was doing so. I then realized at about 2:38 that my life was pretty boring. Just a short while ago I would have been up at 2 in the morning shaking my butt or at the very least drinking in some club, but here I was, the highlight of my evening getting up to watch a movie I've already seen and eat. Wow.
I'm realizing without the Mysterious Ex - He whose name shall not be spoked here again conundrum, my life is pretty bland almost blah. Shall I go stir up some type of trouble for excitements sake? I think I'll just try the old and boring route for a minute or two. I gave Sam a bath this morning, he doesn't really like taking baths but, he tolerates them well. I trimmed him a bit, just to get rid of a bit of the length but he jerked and I had to give my baby the most pitifully short and weird looking haircut ever. I am consoled by the fact that it will grow out and as The Heavenly One always says, "it's just hair" but my poor baby, he has to go around looking like who did it and when.
I am waiting for my cousin T to come by, she is supposed to do my hair in this funky curly, crimpy, kind of way. It's already nearly 2 and I told M.E. I should be finished by 4, we'll see. He, Sam and I are supposed to go down to the boardwalk today just to walk around and shoot the shit. I kind of feel bad for all of the New Guy (I know I'm not supposed to say his name but didn't feel like coming up with another substitute, even though writing this proves that I did have time to come up with one) stuff earlier because Mysterious Ex has been so sweet lately. I can see that he's truly making an effort with us and it makes me very happy, I must admit that. At this point we have been together for nearly a year and a half and I can honestly say that this is the first time that I can see that he is making a concerted effort in our relationship. We were on the phone last night talking about whatever so when its time to hang up, I go, "Good night baby, feel better" (because he said he was not feeling well) he tells me, "you too sweetie, I'll talk to you tomorrow" we hung up and right away my phone rings again. I answer it and he goes "I love you, I just wanted to tell you that" I was so suprised, tight lipped Mysterious Ex?! I mean my God, I nick named the man "Mysterious Ex" of all things. So I go, "thank you, I love you too" he then goes, " I mean it, I love you" not knowing what else to say, I let out a rather girly "awwwwwwww!" I nearly had tears in my eyes. Even though I admittedly have been splitting my time with him and maybe have not been giving him the attention he was seeking, We've been back together since April with no major hulabaloo. I know it's only two months but believe me, I was not keeping a blog when he and I were going through it but God knows maybe I should have just for the reference.
I'm realizing without the Mysterious Ex - He whose name shall not be spoked here again conundrum, my life is pretty bland almost blah. Shall I go stir up some type of trouble for excitements sake? I think I'll just try the old and boring route for a minute or two. I gave Sam a bath this morning, he doesn't really like taking baths but, he tolerates them well. I trimmed him a bit, just to get rid of a bit of the length but he jerked and I had to give my baby the most pitifully short and weird looking haircut ever. I am consoled by the fact that it will grow out and as The Heavenly One always says, "it's just hair" but my poor baby, he has to go around looking like who did it and when.
I am waiting for my cousin T to come by, she is supposed to do my hair in this funky curly, crimpy, kind of way. It's already nearly 2 and I told M.E. I should be finished by 4, we'll see. He, Sam and I are supposed to go down to the boardwalk today just to walk around and shoot the shit. I kind of feel bad for all of the New Guy (I know I'm not supposed to say his name but didn't feel like coming up with another substitute, even though writing this proves that I did have time to come up with one) stuff earlier because Mysterious Ex has been so sweet lately. I can see that he's truly making an effort with us and it makes me very happy, I must admit that. At this point we have been together for nearly a year and a half and I can honestly say that this is the first time that I can see that he is making a concerted effort in our relationship. We were on the phone last night talking about whatever so when its time to hang up, I go, "Good night baby, feel better" (because he said he was not feeling well) he tells me, "you too sweetie, I'll talk to you tomorrow" we hung up and right away my phone rings again. I answer it and he goes "I love you, I just wanted to tell you that" I was so suprised, tight lipped Mysterious Ex?! I mean my God, I nick named the man "Mysterious Ex" of all things. So I go, "thank you, I love you too" he then goes, " I mean it, I love you" not knowing what else to say, I let out a rather girly "awwwwwwww!" I nearly had tears in my eyes. Even though I admittedly have been splitting my time with him and maybe have not been giving him the attention he was seeking, We've been back together since April with no major hulabaloo. I know it's only two months but believe me, I was not keeping a blog when he and I were going through it but God knows maybe I should have just for the reference.
6.02.2005
Woooooow!
Eaten so far today:
Breakfast: Nada
Lunch: popcorn and a pear
Dinner: not sure what I will eat, probably pasta and vegetables
Resumes: none yet
Hours on phone: less than 1/2
Exercise: Walked about four miles today though I didn't wear my pedometor so that may not be right
Bought: Oh My, Big sale at Lane Brayant, got to use my Real Woman Dollars so, I got 465 dollars worth of stuff for 225, that kicks ass!
So, I wake up this morning and sleepily walk into the living room. I pass by my huge mirror, which I hate to pass by, especially in the morning and lo and behold what do I see? My damned clavacle!! I haven't seen this thing in like a year. This is basically how the conversation went, well not actually a converstaion because as we all know, a clavacle can't really speak but you know what I mean:
Me: Wow, bitch, where have you been?! I haven't seen you in like a year.
Clavacle:
Me: (touching the clavacle and admiring it from many angles in the mirror) Wooooow!
Clavacle:
Me: (turning to the side, pushing up my boobs and doing all things clavacle accentuating) Wooooow!
Clavacle:
Me: (pulling my night shirt off my shoulders as to create a more clavacle enhancing neckline) Wooooow!
Clavacle:
So, there. Even though I refuse to actually get on the scale, and I still have to hold my breath to pull up my pants, even though I have to smush my boobies into my bra and I take up more room on the couch, despite the fact that I eat cookies, cakes and ice cream and refuse to really exercise, and despite the fact that I have a little (lets face it, a lot of) tummy hanging around my pants, I can see my clavacle, so there. :P
Goodness, I bought so much stuff today. I was feeling pretty blah since yesterday so waking up this morning and seeing my clavacle then going on my shopping spree really worked wonders for my mood. Sam and I ran around in the park (well actually Sam ran around, I just sat and looked, occassionally getting up to give some other dog mommy a bad look if her big scary dog got too close to my darling baby), then I ate a big bag of popcorn, I dropped by to see The Heavenly One who made me feel terrible for not buying her a big bag of popcorn despite the fact that I NEVER see her eating popcorn and when I offered her some of mine she didn't want any. I then planned on taking a nap but caught up watching Judge Judy which I NEVER watch but which admittedly was very good. I then called Mysterious Ex and had him listen while I worked myself over. All and all a pretty good day.
Since it doesn't get dark until like 8:30 or so now, I said I would go for a walk in a bit but, I don't know if that's going to happen. Maybe I'll just settle for a bit of yoga, if I can muster up enough energy to do that. God I'm lazy.
Breakfast: Nada
Lunch: popcorn and a pear
Dinner: not sure what I will eat, probably pasta and vegetables
Resumes: none yet
Hours on phone: less than 1/2
Exercise: Walked about four miles today though I didn't wear my pedometor so that may not be right
Bought: Oh My, Big sale at Lane Brayant, got to use my Real Woman Dollars so, I got 465 dollars worth of stuff for 225, that kicks ass!
So, I wake up this morning and sleepily walk into the living room. I pass by my huge mirror, which I hate to pass by, especially in the morning and lo and behold what do I see? My damned clavacle!! I haven't seen this thing in like a year. This is basically how the conversation went, well not actually a converstaion because as we all know, a clavacle can't really speak but you know what I mean:
Me: Wow, bitch, where have you been?! I haven't seen you in like a year.
Clavacle:
Me: (touching the clavacle and admiring it from many angles in the mirror) Wooooow!
Clavacle:
Me: (turning to the side, pushing up my boobs and doing all things clavacle accentuating) Wooooow!
Clavacle:
Me: (pulling my night shirt off my shoulders as to create a more clavacle enhancing neckline) Wooooow!
Clavacle:
So, there. Even though I refuse to actually get on the scale, and I still have to hold my breath to pull up my pants, even though I have to smush my boobies into my bra and I take up more room on the couch, despite the fact that I eat cookies, cakes and ice cream and refuse to really exercise, and despite the fact that I have a little (lets face it, a lot of) tummy hanging around my pants, I can see my clavacle, so there. :P
Goodness, I bought so much stuff today. I was feeling pretty blah since yesterday so waking up this morning and seeing my clavacle then going on my shopping spree really worked wonders for my mood. Sam and I ran around in the park (well actually Sam ran around, I just sat and looked, occassionally getting up to give some other dog mommy a bad look if her big scary dog got too close to my darling baby), then I ate a big bag of popcorn, I dropped by to see The Heavenly One who made me feel terrible for not buying her a big bag of popcorn despite the fact that I NEVER see her eating popcorn and when I offered her some of mine she didn't want any. I then planned on taking a nap but caught up watching Judge Judy which I NEVER watch but which admittedly was very good. I then called Mysterious Ex and had him listen while I worked myself over. All and all a pretty good day.
Since it doesn't get dark until like 8:30 or so now, I said I would go for a walk in a bit but, I don't know if that's going to happen. Maybe I'll just settle for a bit of yoga, if I can muster up enough energy to do that. God I'm lazy.
6.01.2005
Eaten Today:
Breakfast: Frosted Flakes
Snack: half and pear and half an apple
Lunch: Leftover rice and pork loin with mango chutney
snack: coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Resumes: 1
Hours on Phone: a little less than 2
Exercise: None
Bought: nothing
Today was pretty uneventful, which in light of yesterday believe me, is no complaint at all. Went on an interview for this school in the Bronx. It's a pretty nice school, it just opened last year so it's brand new and full of promise, we'll see. Hung out with Sam today, he's still gassy, not as much as before but still, goodness its bad. Had a slight argument with The Heavenly One who seems to forget from time to time that I am 27 and not 7. Spoke with Mysterious Ex for a bit but overall, just feeling kind of "blah" today. Was hoping and pryaing that it wasn't because of yesterdays occurences, being the bull headed strong minded chick that I am, I would hate to put myself in the "feeling sad over a man category" but, I'm not sure if that's it. Not really sure what's going on with that.
Finally finished reading "A Widow for One Year". This has to be the longest it has eever taken me to read a book, I was reading it for like 6 weeks, strange. It actually is a very good read, I just couldn't seem to get myself through it. GOing to bed now, despite taking a nap earlier, I really am just tired. I'm in a funky sort of mood tonight.
Breakfast: Frosted Flakes
Snack: half and pear and half an apple
Lunch: Leftover rice and pork loin with mango chutney
snack: coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Resumes: 1
Hours on Phone: a little less than 2
Exercise: None
Bought: nothing
Today was pretty uneventful, which in light of yesterday believe me, is no complaint at all. Went on an interview for this school in the Bronx. It's a pretty nice school, it just opened last year so it's brand new and full of promise, we'll see. Hung out with Sam today, he's still gassy, not as much as before but still, goodness its bad. Had a slight argument with The Heavenly One who seems to forget from time to time that I am 27 and not 7. Spoke with Mysterious Ex for a bit but overall, just feeling kind of "blah" today. Was hoping and pryaing that it wasn't because of yesterdays occurences, being the bull headed strong minded chick that I am, I would hate to put myself in the "feeling sad over a man category" but, I'm not sure if that's it. Not really sure what's going on with that.
Finally finished reading "A Widow for One Year". This has to be the longest it has eever taken me to read a book, I was reading it for like 6 weeks, strange. It actually is a very good read, I just couldn't seem to get myself through it. GOing to bed now, despite taking a nap earlier, I really am just tired. I'm in a funky sort of mood tonight.
5.31.2005
The most posts ever posted by me in one day
Wow, I've never written this much in one day but there's so much to write about. I'm sitting here eating the rest of those tea cakes I baked in a state of semi shock. It was so shocking, I had to tell Mysterious Ex, though I told him it happened to a friend of mine, not actually me. I don't like to lie to him and truth be told, I am glad I had so many strained feelings about the New Guy thing. I've decided today that no matter our problems, no matter all of the b.s. we sometimes go through, no matter that I sometimes get upset with him, Mysterious Ex is an okay guy. He's not to my knowledge, lied to me, I'm not worried about some other woman coming and de throning me. Holly GoHeavy sent me this a while ago:
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
At the time, I thought, wow, what a beautiful thing, that's so sweet, but it's one of the first things I thought of today. Was this New Guy thing my lesson to look at what I already have? Why do M.E. and I keep coming back to one another? After a year, our relationship is finally becoming what I wanted before, does something like this just take time? Are we so conditioned to think of love as this bang, boom, knock you to the ground type of thing? I always say I want a lasting, trust filled relationship based on friendship that's going to last a life time so duh, why do I think that would happen in a few months time?
I am 27 years old, it has taken me this long in life to understand who I am, what I want and how I am going to go about getting there. Mysterious Ex is 33 and he now knows what he wants, basically the whole shabang as me, what makes me think that two people who are bumbling through life trying to make it work individually can just come together and instantaneously make it work? Basically, I have new perspective on what is important to me. Mysterious Ex sent me this months ago when he was trying to get back together with me:
I will bring you a whole person
and you will bring me a whole person
and we will have us twice as much
of love and everything
I be bringing a whole heart
and while it do have nicks and
dents and scars,
that only make me lay it down
more careful-like
And you be bringing a whole heart
a little chipped and rusty an'
sometimes skip a beat but
still an' all you bringing polish too
and look like you intend
to make it shine
And we be brinigng, each of us
the music of ourselves to wrap
the other in
I will be bringing you someone whole
and you will be bringing me someone whole
and we be twice as strong
and we be twice as true
and we will have twice as much
of love
and everything
That's a poem by Mari Evans. I love that poem and I think it says a lot.
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
At the time, I thought, wow, what a beautiful thing, that's so sweet, but it's one of the first things I thought of today. Was this New Guy thing my lesson to look at what I already have? Why do M.E. and I keep coming back to one another? After a year, our relationship is finally becoming what I wanted before, does something like this just take time? Are we so conditioned to think of love as this bang, boom, knock you to the ground type of thing? I always say I want a lasting, trust filled relationship based on friendship that's going to last a life time so duh, why do I think that would happen in a few months time?
I am 27 years old, it has taken me this long in life to understand who I am, what I want and how I am going to go about getting there. Mysterious Ex is 33 and he now knows what he wants, basically the whole shabang as me, what makes me think that two people who are bumbling through life trying to make it work individually can just come together and instantaneously make it work? Basically, I have new perspective on what is important to me. Mysterious Ex sent me this months ago when he was trying to get back together with me:
I will bring you a whole person
and you will bring me a whole person
and we will have us twice as much
of love and everything
I be bringing a whole heart
and while it do have nicks and
dents and scars,
that only make me lay it down
more careful-like
And you be bringing a whole heart
a little chipped and rusty an'
sometimes skip a beat but
still an' all you bringing polish too
and look like you intend
to make it shine
And we be brinigng, each of us
the music of ourselves to wrap
the other in
I will be bringing you someone whole
and you will be bringing me someone whole
and we be twice as strong
and we be twice as true
and we will have twice as much
of love
and everything
That's a poem by Mari Evans. I love that poem and I think it says a lot.
!!!!! NEWSFLASH !!!!!
So, today I spoke on the phone with New Guy's WIFE of all people. WOW!!!!!!!!!
Mind you, I noticed that he had called like a day or two ago but, he didn't leave a message. Usually I know who called by my messages and then every few days or so I check my caller ID just to clear it out and such. She said she got my phone number from the phone bill, she noticed the number before but really didn't think much of it. She saw it again this month and saw the frequency at which we were speaking so she decided to give me a call. She sounded like a very intelligent and well educated woman and she and I had a very lengthy conversation about how he and I met, all the times we had gone out, what we did, etc. I felt terrible at first because believe me, it is not my intention to go around screwing with another woman's husband, that is the absolute last thing that I want to find my self apart of, it isn't something I would purposefully do but, this was not my fault. When I met New Guy, he was alone, he presented himself as a single and available man. Before we even went out the first time we spoke for about a month and not just quick "how are you?" type conversations, but long three, four, five and more hour converstions. One rainy weekend instead of going out we spoke on the phone ALL day Saturday and Sunday for like 12 hours each day. She told me they are in the process of moving to NYC, he already lives here because he got a job first and she is in the process of coming here which explains all the ample time he had to talk, woo and hang out with me. I mean, I spoke to this man WAY more than I ever speak to Mysterious Ex so, I was truly under the impression that he was a single and available person. Now the thing is this, it would be one thing for a man to present himself as being a married person seeking some hooch if that is what he were so inclined to do, (I am not supporting this in any way, shape or form) but, to present oneself as a single man and go on and on about how he wants to be in a relationship, how he wants to be with someone, how he wants to start a family, etc. WTF is that about? Why would he invest so much time in trying to get to know me, spend so much time charming me and basically making up lie after lie after lie? It's very scary to me to say the least. Here this man was inviting me on vacations, taking me to dinner, spending hours with me on the phone and in person and the whole time he is married. What is that about?!
I have been cheated on as a girlfriend and I know that hurts exceptionally, it is a very hard thing to get over, to know that someone you cared for and trusted has lied to you and has shared confidences with another person. I can not even begin to believe how this would feel if I were married to that person. It is almost un-imaginable. Here this woman is sharing this man's last name, she cahnged her identity to share her life with person, here she is moving her life from the Mid West to big horrible NYC and this man is screwing her over. To me, that is devastating. I don't know if I could handle it.
She thanked me for the information I gave her and actually said "I'm glad it was you and not someone else, you obviously are a smart girl". I'm not sure precisely what that meant, I took it as "thank God you're not some ghetto sounding hooch", but, ah well. She gave me her job and cell phone number and said she would be in touch. I had to run and tell The Heavenly One (my mom) so of course we sat around for like an hour or so discussing the evils of men (and women) but mostly men. Wow man, this is one for the books.
Mind you, I noticed that he had called like a day or two ago but, he didn't leave a message. Usually I know who called by my messages and then every few days or so I check my caller ID just to clear it out and such. She said she got my phone number from the phone bill, she noticed the number before but really didn't think much of it. She saw it again this month and saw the frequency at which we were speaking so she decided to give me a call. She sounded like a very intelligent and well educated woman and she and I had a very lengthy conversation about how he and I met, all the times we had gone out, what we did, etc. I felt terrible at first because believe me, it is not my intention to go around screwing with another woman's husband, that is the absolute last thing that I want to find my self apart of, it isn't something I would purposefully do but, this was not my fault. When I met New Guy, he was alone, he presented himself as a single and available man. Before we even went out the first time we spoke for about a month and not just quick "how are you?" type conversations, but long three, four, five and more hour converstions. One rainy weekend instead of going out we spoke on the phone ALL day Saturday and Sunday for like 12 hours each day. She told me they are in the process of moving to NYC, he already lives here because he got a job first and she is in the process of coming here which explains all the ample time he had to talk, woo and hang out with me. I mean, I spoke to this man WAY more than I ever speak to Mysterious Ex so, I was truly under the impression that he was a single and available person. Now the thing is this, it would be one thing for a man to present himself as being a married person seeking some hooch if that is what he were so inclined to do, (I am not supporting this in any way, shape or form) but, to present oneself as a single man and go on and on about how he wants to be in a relationship, how he wants to be with someone, how he wants to start a family, etc. WTF is that about? Why would he invest so much time in trying to get to know me, spend so much time charming me and basically making up lie after lie after lie? It's very scary to me to say the least. Here this man was inviting me on vacations, taking me to dinner, spending hours with me on the phone and in person and the whole time he is married. What is that about?!
I have been cheated on as a girlfriend and I know that hurts exceptionally, it is a very hard thing to get over, to know that someone you cared for and trusted has lied to you and has shared confidences with another person. I can not even begin to believe how this would feel if I were married to that person. It is almost un-imaginable. Here this woman is sharing this man's last name, she cahnged her identity to share her life with person, here she is moving her life from the Mid West to big horrible NYC and this man is screwing her over. To me, that is devastating. I don't know if I could handle it.
She thanked me for the information I gave her and actually said "I'm glad it was you and not someone else, you obviously are a smart girl". I'm not sure precisely what that meant, I took it as "thank God you're not some ghetto sounding hooch", but, ah well. She gave me her job and cell phone number and said she would be in touch. I had to run and tell The Heavenly One (my mom) so of course we sat around for like an hour or so discussing the evils of men (and women) but mostly men. Wow man, this is one for the books.
I am so Excited
I have three interviews over the next three days, all with great schools, all OUTSIDE of my neighborhood. One is almost a guaranteed job, the principal and I had a lengthy phone conversation, she just basically wants me to come check out the school on Friday (woo hoo!) It isn't that I despise my neighborhood but, the schools here do not educate the children (sadly) as I feel children should be educated. When I first started teaching, I thought that I would fight the problem from within, teaching my children against the stupid curriculum set up for children of color but, I met with so much backlash. In a way, I am so upset because children who live here are missing out on a huge advantage in life because the school system sucks. Not only does it suck, but everyone knows it sucks and no one is doing anything about it. I guess I am copping out by leaving the neighborhood the way so many teachers do but, for my own sanity and piece of mind, I cannot continue to teach down to these children. Being the fantastical person that I am, I thought I would go back to graduate school (once again) and get my certification in school administration, that way, I could be become a school principal in a few years and I could make at least one quality school in this god forsaken place. I school where REAL learning could occur.
EWWWW!
So this morning, I am walking down the street to my mom's house, (my mom lives literally five houses down) so of course, I'm not going to get all dolled up to walk a few houses over, I mean no one's even outside at that time. Anyway, I was wearing a pair of red jogging pant capri pants and a t shirt with a sports bra under and a pair of flip flops. My hair was thrown into a raggedy ponytail and I had no makeup and my glasses on. Also, my face was smeared in cocoa butter (my moisturizing beauty secret) so I looked as though I had just run ten miles in the dead of summer (read, my face looked greasy and sweaty). Anyway, as Sam and I were walking up the block, this grimey, two toothed, smelly looking, jobless (read, not unemployed but "I have NEVER had a job" looking kind of guy), man tells me, "Mmmmmmmmm, you look good enough to eat, let ME (louder than rest of sentence) know when you want me to eat you". I just looked at him in utter disbelief. I mean not to even talk about how gross his choice of words were but, did I look that bad? I mean come on, I may have had on my workout clothes but did I look like I was on this guy's level? I mean Jesus, he had like TWO teeth (maybe an exaggeration but a very slight one) in his mouth! Had he been pushing a shopping cart and had a needle sticking out of his arm, his look would have been too complete. I almost burst into tears thinking this man thought that I was "get-able" to him. I don't want to turn into this kind of chick but, from now on, I am NOT going outside with at least a coat of face powder, my contacts and hopefully an outfit not made of what ever material it is they make jogging pants out of.
EWWWW part II
So my mom, I think I shall call her, The Heavenly One is so gross. Now that I am an adult, I must admit that our relationship has changed drastically. We sit and have coffee, we gossip about our neighbors and various family members, we shop together, I can genuinely say I enjoy her companionship and friendship but I still have a lot of "mommy" respect for her. It is a far cry from our former relationsip during my teenager and early adult years (gasp, it's hard to admit that I am officially in my dare I write it: 'late twenties'. I am ACTUALLY grimacing as I am writing this, ewww! Now I just emitted the word 'ewwww' from my lips) which was more along the lines of , " I hate her", "why doesn't she mind her business?", "she gets on my nerves" and various other teenage and early adult utterances. But sometimes, The Heavenly One gets ahead of herself. Like today, I don't mind telling her about my relationship with Mysterious Ex, she has heard almost everything about him since the time he and I got together. She usually knows if he and I are going out and such because either I tell her, or she babysits my Sam for me. She knew Mysterious Ex and I went away this weekend so she wanted to hear about it. This is basically how our conversation went. Mind you, this is over coffee, tea cakes and these wonderful omelets she made:
The Heavenly One: So, how did you weekend with M.E. go? What did you guys do?
Me: Well, we went to the beach, we stayed in this little bungalow, it was cute. It had a little kitchenette thing. We basically hung out on the beach, we went to the movies, we walked around and just hung out a lot. It wasn't really a big "going away type thing" we basically did what we would do here, just some where else.
THO: (speaking oh so casually) So, did you have sex with him?
Me: (after choking on a tea cake) Ewwww, Mommy, shut up, that's gross! Why are you asking that?
THO: Oh, please, you're a grown woman, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know you have sex? It's a very natural thing MY NAME. You're so childish sometimes.
Me: I'M CHILDISH? (Said more as a high pitched screech than a yell or anything). I don't care to talk about that, you're my mom.
THO: EXACTLY, I'm YOU'RE mother. How do you think YOU got here?! You think the baby fairy came and dropped you in my lap?
Me: I choose to believe that, yes.
THO: Well, Miss Missy (only used when The Heavenly One is trying to be funny or rub my nose into something) You did not come from any fairy, your father and I had SEX. SEX, SEX, SEX!!
Me: Okay. (actually, I was at a lost for words)
THO: (having to have the last word) So there!
#1 Is she still saying Miss Missy? That's too funny. I dare not laugh at her in front of her, she is still my mom and a back hand slap can't be far behind that Miss Missy thing. Where does she get that anyway?
#2 Ewwww, who wants to hear about HER having sex?
#3 With my Dad? I mean I KNOW they had sex but why does she have to tell me? Can't some things just be left alone? Now I'll have THAT image in my head next time I feel like getting amorous.
Thanks mom.
EWWWW!
So this morning, I am walking down the street to my mom's house, (my mom lives literally five houses down) so of course, I'm not going to get all dolled up to walk a few houses over, I mean no one's even outside at that time. Anyway, I was wearing a pair of red jogging pant capri pants and a t shirt with a sports bra under and a pair of flip flops. My hair was thrown into a raggedy ponytail and I had no makeup and my glasses on. Also, my face was smeared in cocoa butter (my moisturizing beauty secret) so I looked as though I had just run ten miles in the dead of summer (read, my face looked greasy and sweaty). Anyway, as Sam and I were walking up the block, this grimey, two toothed, smelly looking, jobless (read, not unemployed but "I have NEVER had a job" looking kind of guy), man tells me, "Mmmmmmmmm, you look good enough to eat, let ME (louder than rest of sentence) know when you want me to eat you". I just looked at him in utter disbelief. I mean not to even talk about how gross his choice of words were but, did I look that bad? I mean come on, I may have had on my workout clothes but did I look like I was on this guy's level? I mean Jesus, he had like TWO teeth (maybe an exaggeration but a very slight one) in his mouth! Had he been pushing a shopping cart and had a needle sticking out of his arm, his look would have been too complete. I almost burst into tears thinking this man thought that I was "get-able" to him. I don't want to turn into this kind of chick but, from now on, I am NOT going outside with at least a coat of face powder, my contacts and hopefully an outfit not made of what ever material it is they make jogging pants out of.
EWWWW part II
So my mom, I think I shall call her, The Heavenly One is so gross. Now that I am an adult, I must admit that our relationship has changed drastically. We sit and have coffee, we gossip about our neighbors and various family members, we shop together, I can genuinely say I enjoy her companionship and friendship but I still have a lot of "mommy" respect for her. It is a far cry from our former relationsip during my teenager and early adult years (gasp, it's hard to admit that I am officially in my dare I write it: 'late twenties'. I am ACTUALLY grimacing as I am writing this, ewww! Now I just emitted the word 'ewwww' from my lips) which was more along the lines of , " I hate her", "why doesn't she mind her business?", "she gets on my nerves" and various other teenage and early adult utterances. But sometimes, The Heavenly One gets ahead of herself. Like today, I don't mind telling her about my relationship with Mysterious Ex, she has heard almost everything about him since the time he and I got together. She usually knows if he and I are going out and such because either I tell her, or she babysits my Sam for me. She knew Mysterious Ex and I went away this weekend so she wanted to hear about it. This is basically how our conversation went. Mind you, this is over coffee, tea cakes and these wonderful omelets she made:
The Heavenly One: So, how did you weekend with M.E. go? What did you guys do?
Me: Well, we went to the beach, we stayed in this little bungalow, it was cute. It had a little kitchenette thing. We basically hung out on the beach, we went to the movies, we walked around and just hung out a lot. It wasn't really a big "going away type thing" we basically did what we would do here, just some where else.
THO: (speaking oh so casually) So, did you have sex with him?
Me: (after choking on a tea cake) Ewwww, Mommy, shut up, that's gross! Why are you asking that?
THO: Oh, please, you're a grown woman, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know you have sex? It's a very natural thing MY NAME. You're so childish sometimes.
Me: I'M CHILDISH? (Said more as a high pitched screech than a yell or anything). I don't care to talk about that, you're my mom.
THO: EXACTLY, I'm YOU'RE mother. How do you think YOU got here?! You think the baby fairy came and dropped you in my lap?
Me: I choose to believe that, yes.
THO: Well, Miss Missy (only used when The Heavenly One is trying to be funny or rub my nose into something) You did not come from any fairy, your father and I had SEX. SEX, SEX, SEX!!
Me: Okay. (actually, I was at a lost for words)
THO: (having to have the last word) So there!
#1 Is she still saying Miss Missy? That's too funny. I dare not laugh at her in front of her, she is still my mom and a back hand slap can't be far behind that Miss Missy thing. Where does she get that anyway?
#2 Ewwww, who wants to hear about HER having sex?
#3 With my Dad? I mean I KNOW they had sex but why does she have to tell me? Can't some things just be left alone? Now I'll have THAT image in my head next time I feel like getting amorous.
Thanks mom.
Eaten for the weekend:
In not particular order:
Fruit salad, coffee, omelet, coffee, sausage, chicken burrito, pizza, soda, iced tea, fried rice, brocoli, garlic chicken, popcorn, ice cream, tea cakes (I made those), lemonade, curried rice, pork loin with mango chutney (made that too), pretzels, and a salad.
Exercise: Lots of walking but no "specific" exercise, oh, and lot's of sex
Hours on Phone: less than 1
Resumes: 0
Bought: I didn't really buy anything
Well, Mysterious Ex and I spent the weekedn together and I do have to say that I had a rally good time. We stayed in bed, laughed, read the paper, hung out, went to the movies, walked along the boardwalk. I would have to say an enjoyable time was had by all, even Samson, who snored louder than any living thing should ever be allowed to snore last night. I have to go over to my mom's house, she made brunch for us and she wants to hear about my weekend.
In not particular order:
Fruit salad, coffee, omelet, coffee, sausage, chicken burrito, pizza, soda, iced tea, fried rice, brocoli, garlic chicken, popcorn, ice cream, tea cakes (I made those), lemonade, curried rice, pork loin with mango chutney (made that too), pretzels, and a salad.
Exercise: Lots of walking but no "specific" exercise, oh, and lot's of sex
Hours on Phone: less than 1
Resumes: 0
Bought: I didn't really buy anything
Well, Mysterious Ex and I spent the weekedn together and I do have to say that I had a rally good time. We stayed in bed, laughed, read the paper, hung out, went to the movies, walked along the boardwalk. I would have to say an enjoyable time was had by all, even Samson, who snored louder than any living thing should ever be allowed to snore last night. I have to go over to my mom's house, she made brunch for us and she wants to hear about my weekend.
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