Pursuant to your Request

Life in general has it's ups and downs.  It's good and bad days.  But every day I look out my office window, I see some interesting people doing some interesting things.  After posting some of them on Facebook for the last 2 years, I was told I needed to write a book.  While I don't believe my writings would be worthy of a book deal, they might be worth reading in a blog.  So here goes.

So far today, I've seen two people park their cars and open their doors into the sign - thereby damaging their car doors.  One guy looked pretty upset, not at himself for being an idiot, but at whoever put that damn sign there.  The other lady didn't seem to care one bit that her door was dented up good.  She probably thought it gave her car some character. 

So far this morning, I'm missing my regular homeless man.  Although I did see him driving in this morning. His job and home are on the Downtown Raleigh streets.  Hopefully, I'll see him today and give you a run down of his awesome outfits he puts together.  Lately though, I have had this one guy who walks by about 5-6 times each day with one ski pole.  He also has a cast on one foot too.  Now I don't believe he is homeless.  He dresses like you or I would.  He's a clean cut, older black man.  Not sure about the ski pole though.  Any guesses? 

I would like to say I get amazed at what I see each day, but after a couple years of watching people - nothing amazes me.  I think my favorites are the people who walk by and check themselves out in my mirrored windows.  The ones that I think need to change their outfit, lose some weight, etc.  Those are the ones that seem to be the happiest with themselves.  The ones that dress to the nines don't always look to favorably on their reflection.  Very odd.  I've seen some big ass black women that could carry a TV tray on their ass, that seem perfectly fine with the fact that their stretchy pants have expanded to their limit. 

This guy from my bank always stops in my window in his mad ash to see his boyfriend.  Yes, he's very gay.  Anyways, I'm always tempted when I make my deposits to tell him that I can see him in my window preening all the time, but I don't.  Part of me doesn't want him to stop I think.  It's like I'm drawn to the weird and odd. 

Two More Days!

Well folks, I have two more days until the magical moment when I will be able to express my love to the most wonderful man I have ever met in the presence of friends and family.

Not everyone could make it in for the wedding but I know they're with me in thoughts and prayers. I am very excited and a bit nervous at the same time. To be expected I suppose. I hope things go well as planned and I don't trip over my dress or flounder over my words due to nerves or spill anything on my beautiful dress.

Words cannot express the excitement and overwhelming joy I feel when I think about the moment when I am standing next to him and get to look into his loving eyes, knowing all the while that this is what marriage and love is supposed to feel like.

For that moment, will be the best day of my life.

What? No Sex?!!?

Last night on the way home, PC and I went to Chilli's to eat before sundown to observe Yom Kippur. Lord, did we eat. I about rolled out of there and I was amazed that he ate as much as he did and some of my food too. I felt like a cow or more like a fat bear who had packed it on for the winter. We went home and were supposed to do all these chores around the house on this list I made. Yeah, right. Like we had the energy to do any of these things. At least I didn't. He knocked a few things off the list but I felt fat and lazy.

Then I found out that you can't drink coffee. How am I going to survive? I am addicted to coffee and can't function without it. It was so difficult, no terrible, no unbearable not to have coffee this morning. I feel like a slug right now and can't stop yawning.

Then I find out (the hard way) that you can't have sex too. What the hell is up with that? What is there left to do all day? No food, no drink, no coffee, no wine, no cookies before bed. Did I mention no coffee? That one hurts the most. I'm hangin in there but can barely keep my eyes focused on the computer monitor.

Just One More Reason I'm Pro Choice

I had an appointment to get my hair done after work last night. I just had it colored on 9/16 but apparently no one told me that the back of my hair was two different colors and part of the color did not take. I came to find this out when I was getting ready for my hot adult only date this past Friday night and grabbed the hand mirror to check out both my ass and my hair in the mirror. I was mortified that my hair was two different colors and I called PC in the bathroom to show him and he said the same thing my boss said when I confronted her for not telling me. I thought you wanted it that way and didn't say anything. God God people!!! Of course I didn't want my hair looking like shit right before my wedding and for wedding pictures. Thank God I was being vain for a change and trying to check out to see whether my butt looked good in jeans or I would have had crappy hair for my wedding. Needless to say, I told them both from now on to tell me when my hair looks bad. I give them permission to make me feel bad, for the greater good. Moving on to my story.

I get to the appointment and my hairdresser and I are talking and she is fixing my hair and putting the color on it to even it all out, etc. And this guy walks into the salon with his young son, maybe 5 years old, to get hair cuts. I can't see the man because of the station partition so I asked Jill if he was the guy that works there in the first seat because he sounded just like him and I can't see the guy. She asked why and I told her that he had the same voice. Now the guy who I am referring to is extremely gay and talks as such. If you get my drift. So a minute goes by and he walks back with his son with another hairdresser. Ding Ding Ding.....he's gay. I mouth to Jill, he's gay. She said no he's married. I was like, so he's gay. Perhaps they have an arranged marriage. She tells me that she has tried to cut his son's hair before and could not finish because he was so bad. Just then the guy starts asking her if she had ever cut his hair and proceeds to talk about how misbehaved his son is or was to the other lady. They are all being nice and pretend not to remember but they all do. So I am sitting there talking to Jill about stuff and this guys starts listening in on my conversation and takes bits and pieces of what I am saying and starts talking to the other girl about it. I was a bit annoyed and talked a bit lower. Then it was time for this dad to get his hair cut and this meant that the kid was going to run wild. And that he did. Oh my God, did he. I think that little monster touched everything in that shop, screamed, ran around, bounced off chairs and counters and nearly knocked over a glass shelf with products on it. The dad said nothing. Nothing I tell ya. Then after the dad gets his hair cut, he asked to be shampooed. This is afterwards. The kid still shrilling and acting out. Not a word to him. I was shocked. It was unbelievable. So I am right next to the guy getting my hair rinsed while he is getting his after haircut shampoo and the kid is running, grabbing water, etc. and screaming. I just said "oh my God" and the guy looked over at me sitting next to him and didn't say a damn word still to the kid.

They left the shop, not fast enough mind you. And I just could not help myself. It was as if I was taken over by some force and blurted out "That's why I am pro choice." All the people in the salon laughed and we bitched and commented on this guy and his awful kid for the next 15 minutes. It was a hoot. That kid wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes in my house. In fact, nor would his gay dad.

Another Political Joke

I usually don't forward or post jokes but I thought it was cute -

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'
Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way:
I am the head of the family , so call me The President.
Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.
We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.
The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.
And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.
Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him.
He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.
So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny.
He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'
The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'
The little boy replies,'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep.The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.