A farmer's market in Bed Stuy?

YES! A farmer's market in BedStuy. Sam and I walked over this morning to check out the wares. It's very small, like really, really small. There isn't a WHOLE lot to choose from but, there was a decent variety and the people working there are very nice. Today, I bought: Cherries, 2 bucks a lb, peaches, 2 bucks a lb, corn, 5 for 2 bucks or 50 cent an ear, a pint of blueberries, 4 bucks and zucchini which was 79 cents a pound. Not bad, We then headed over to BreadStuy and bought a cracked wheat loaf. Then whe headed over to this unnamed store I found a while back and chatted with the owner and her husband who are fantastic people. I bought a great necklace and a beautiful bag, which her husband makes himself. I put thos on hold though since truthfully, I didn't have that much money on me since Sam and I WERE just going to the Farmer's market. We laughed and talked then went over to The Heavenly One's house to share the bounty, eat bread, butter, jam and tea. Then, we came home, I put up groceries, then we took a much needed nap.

I'm having this weird tooth ache. It isn't bad, but just a bit tender and swollen. It's my stupid wisdom tooth which hasn't bothered me in years, I've already threatened it to stop its foolishness because, and I am very serious about this, I AM NOT HAVING MY WISDOM TOOTH PULLED! Sure won't. Lets hope this salt water rinse and anbesol helps.

So, I responded to Mysterious Ex. My response was: I am well. My mom is well. I wasn't trying to be a smart ass, I just know where this may lead if I open myself to it and I really just don't have the energy or the emotional stamina to deal with him again. As great as that man can be. He is VERY tiring. I know that I complain about the men I date but, I know this sounds like a cliche but I would honestly rather be by myself than knowingly in a horrible relationship. Things were not good with M.E. They never were. I know that three years have passed since the beginning of our relationship (yes, three years) and its been an entire year+ plus since we've broken up but, I don't think he has changed. He and I just were not supposed to be, we would not have had so much strife to begin with if were, right?

Wow!

So, today I get to work. I finish up a report I have been working on. Then I sit back to play on line because, I really don't have much to do. I check out this vintage forum that I go to to see what they're talking about, then, I check my email. I open my mail and there is an email from...... Mysterious Ex! WTF! I was ridiculously surprised because I was just talking about him with my cousin T the other day. It was like, weird and stuff.

So, What does the email say you ask? I'm thinking about posting it, I've done that in the past. But since I'm supposed to be going through growth and development and what not, a small side of me says that immature. Let's just say, if I were still a dumb bitch (which I'm hoping I'm not) I would believe him. Its gushy and mushy and full of all kinds of stuff my romantic silly little heart wants to hear but, my brain, the logic, the thinker of this tank say BULLSHIT! the old me would throw a complimentary (nigga) on the end of that sentence but since I'm supposed to be righteous and stuff, I won't use that word.

So, what possesses someone to email another person that they've fucked over out of the blue? I've never had the urge to call or mail someone that I was done with. I'm going to go mull this one over some more.

I know I go through this every so often but,

I really am tired of meeting such assholes. It's SO annoying.

Dating Story # Kabillion and one

New month, new guy, same shit.

This one was named B.

We went out a few times. During one phone conversation, he montioned that I "lived a very comfortable life style". I asked what that meant. He answered "you seem to have a lot of things together". I answered "I'm a nearly 30 year old woman, I should have some things together". I didn'thear from him for a few days. I called him to ask what was up. He answered, I seemed to not "need" a man in my life. I seemed to be okay by myself. I asked, what does that mean? He answered, you know, you have a lot going on. I asked, like what? He answered, I don't know, you just have stuff, what do you need me for? I answered, okay.

The end.