She's got new music and this new jacket! I want both! Jennifer Hudson Shows Her ‘Dangerous’ Side
You have a good friend.
You don't see her often because you live in different states.
You tend to catch up and talk about once a month or so.
She is a friend you can count on and always has been.
You visit the friend recently and during the visit she confesses to you that she is having an affair.
With a married couple.
Both the man...AND the woman.
What do you say?
Would you distance yourself from her after this confession?
Would this weird you out?
Would you wonder why in the hell she told you this and didn't keep that a personal secret?
Up until recently, I've only owned one pair of thong sandals and I keep them in my truck for when I go get pedicures because I hate wearing those paper ones the nail salon provides. I have never liked the feeling of things between my toes and it's extremely uncomfortable to me.
I was shopping recently and saw a pair of Birkenstock thong sandals. On a whim, I decided to try them on. They were sooooooooooooooo comfortable! I didn't even feel the thong part at all once I tightened the buckle. And...I loved the way they looked on my feet.
GO ME! I pick things out and bring them home. (In voice of muscle man who picks things up and puts them down.)
Have you ever owned Birkenstocks? Do you have a problem with thong sandals?
"You can get pissed off about it but what pisses me off more is when Raheem kills Tyrone and it's business as usual. Twenty-three Black people got shot in Chicago this past weekend and five died. Yet...everybody is focused on the White man who killed one over yonder in the Midwest. That right there is the stuff that pisses me off. They killing each other left and right down in New Orleans too. You only know about it if you read the Picayune and, truth be told, you tend to start skipping over those stories because they are in the paper far too often. Same old same old. Black kid kills other Black kid or two or three of them. 'Cept they are not kids by that point. They are hardened criminals who are just trying to figure out how to survive in the world they live in and are restricted to by economics and society. And people, no matter what color they are, are going to steer clear of them and the section of the cities they are restricted to live in by economics and when they are seen in other areas, they stand out. You know you see them and you know you steer clear. Doesn't make it right per se...but hey...we're all just trying to survive. I gave my children and my nieces and nephews some of the same warnings everyone else gives their children and told them who to stay away from and where to stay away from. You can't make people value what you value. People got their own way of being and you rarely know the rules unless you were raised that way too so yeah...Well, that's my take on it now let me go. I have some work to do so get off my phone. I Love you."
Is this something only an Elder can say in private? Thoughts?
We have a list of things we want to get done around our house so we reached out to some handyman/repair/contractor people. Licensed and insured, of course. I called three companies and they all came out today to give me estimates on the work I needed done. The price tag on two BLEW.MY.MIND AWAY!
The price tag from Ramon & Son's? 1/4th of the others. www.RamonandSons.com
Ramon Espin came out personally, was professional, had good reviews and ratings. Yall know I'm particular and he had amazing energy. Jaru LOVED him! Reviews on Home Advisor: http://www.homeadvisor.com/biz/ramonandsons/
He didn't have a fancy Sprinter van with his name on the side and he looked like if I wanted him to get started in 10 minutes he would have gone out and returned in a work shirt and some boots while one of his sons was on their way to help.
Yup. Ramon & Son's seem to keep their prices down by having low overhead. I like that. It translates to my pocketbook well. Guess who has a new handyman service? That would be me! GO ME!
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I almost lost my mind on Sunday when I saw this sale at Target. See, as someone who planks on the regular...this stuff is essential to my elbows. LOL! I hit them up every.single.night at bedtime. And then I hit my knees. And my feet. Yup...all that rough stuff stays soft with my nightly Aquaphor ritual. GO ME!
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I am on the lookout for this $9.99 hat from Target in khaki and black. I visited two Targets and couldn't find it. If you see it at your Target, please send me a bat signal because I want them so and they aren't available to buy online. It fits my peanut head perfectly and I love it so.
Thank you in advance.
When I get mad, you can't tell me nothing. You can't dangle a carrot in my face and think I'm going to take the carrot and settle down somewhere. See...I expect certain things to be unfair and have prepared myself for disappointments so I don't get that darn mad often...but when I get mad fo' real? POOT.YOU.
Seems to me, this is what's going down in Ferguson right now. People are mad. FO.REAL.MAD. Not the kind of mad where you can have a good meal and get over it after a back rub...but the kind of mad that will make you skip a meal or two because dammit...you're tired.
I've been watching all of the demonstrations and marches going on all across the country in support of Ferguson with ambivalence because I remember the same demonstrations and marches about Trayvon Martin. I remember the same going on about Sean Bell and Oscar Grant and I remember it going DOWN-T in New Orleans about the Danziger bridge shootings. And I read and know of so many more. I touch base with my loved ones and have the same tired azz conversations with them, the males especially, about being careful and learning to detect danger in the presence of authority.
Street smarts is what they call it.
As a Black woman, I've never really had a bad experience with a policeman. When I was wrong, I was wrong, but they never acted a fool with me. Probably because my stature and weight didn't pose a threat to them.
Whenever I hear of police opening fire on citizens I try to always remember that police are people too and, just like you and I, they want to get back home to their family alive as well.
It's got to be hard as hell wearing a gun and knowing that there may be cause for you to have to use it to save your life and the lives of those around you.
Because of this, I was cool with them not releasing the name of the officer involved in the Ferguson murder. I felt that when the FBI stepped in, all was going to be dealt with properly and that officer would be investigated. I didn't think releasing his name during the riots was a good idea because I didn't want the blood of his family shed. I hoped they'd put his people in protective custody while they figured this all out.
I hated watching the video of the young man shoplifting earlier that day. It doesn't mean he should have been killed, but I just hated watching it knowing what it meant public opinion was laying on him.
And I knew that those who decided to release the video knew that too.
"Look...he stole some cigars earlier that day piece of shit thug!"
Not a good person right?
I had a problem with how long the young man's body lay out on the sidewalk for all to see. I don't know the proper procedure for these things but I feel like 4 hours was excessive.
I had a problem with, if the young man was really trying to take the officer's gun, and the young man was with his friend, and his friend stayed at the scene...why wasn't his friend questioned and/or arrested?
Lots of big, Black scary guys around I guess.
Autopsy reports say the young man was shot 6 times. Twice in the head. From the front.
Big. Black. Scary.
Able to kill a man with his very presence.
No weapons necessary.
I remember the protests of the previously murdered unarmed Black men. The marches. The t-shirts. The hoodies. The uncomfortably heated conversations with White friends and people you THOUGHT understood but who said shit like...Why was he wearing a hoodie? Why was he walking that time of night? Why did he...
Big. Black. Scary. Wrong. Blame. Victim. Character. Assassination. Assassinated. MURDERED.
I reminded a White friend this past week of some trouble her son had gotten into when he was 14 and then again when he was 16. They lawyered up quickly and got him off. No record. If he did some shit tomorrow, the news would report that he's never been in trouble. He's a good dude. Never did a damn thing wrong.
Money is a great eraser. The big block kind you used to get for the first day of school.
If a kid without parents with money did the same things he'd done...they'd have a record. They'd have been sentenced. They might have served some time.
If that kid ever got murdered by the police...the things they didn't have money to erase would be laid out for all the world to see.
The friend just nodded during my tirade. See...she's tired too. And it's easy for her to understand the unfairness but not really know what to do so she just goes back to doing what she does. Takes care of her family. Protects them with all she has.
Same as any mother.
Sometimes...it's too much.
I hope the dust settles in Ferguson soon and calmer heads prevail. I pray the violence stops before more people are hurt and killed. March if you want but public perception isn't changing. What YOU know to be true gains skewed outlooks from others.
Because Black men will always be scary to them.
I don't like clutter. I'm just like everyone else, however, and sometimes things get stacked up on top of each other. I have a specific clutter area. The area where I sit in the family room, my nightstand (inside and out) and any purse that I'm carrying. At any given time you can look at those areas and they aren't neat. STUFF is spilling over and out and I have to search to find what I need or want. Sometimes I change my mind looking for what I was looking for simply because it required too much work.
So I stop.
And I sit.
And I do nothing.
And the clutter stays in a heap and it disgusts me because I know I can and should do better.
Then...one day it's too much for me and I get up and get a bag, or a box and I dump all the clutter in it. Then, I go through the box and throw away what needs to be thrown away. I put away what needs to be put away and I replace the things that were supposed to be there.
And I feel better. Every time I do this...I feel better. And I KNOW I'll feel better after just as I've known all along as I lived with the clutter.
I have so much to do currently and my mind is so cluttered with thoughts of how I'm going to get it all done. I need to prioritize and sort tasks and I need to get started on this YESTERDAY. My ind is racing with all that I need to do and I don't have many days to do it all and yet...yesterday I hung out on the sofa all day with Jaru doing nothing. I surfed the net and watched back-to-back episodes of "Baby Daddy" on Netflix. I just discovered the show this past weekend and I'm already on Season 3 so yeah...I'm quietly procrastinating knowing that I need to get with the good foot.
And this morning I'm sitting here thinking about options and planning in my mind because the project ahead of me is SO.BIG. and I'm about to go make some stuff happen.
Any minute now.
Yup...any minute now.
My cluttered mind needs a box.
Totally wish mediating worked for me.
Do you ever have a lot to do but can't get started? Have you ever watched "Baby Daddy?"
I can be sad about Robin Williams.
I can be sad and MAD about Michael Brown.
I can be concerned as hell about ISIS.
I can be wary of Ebola.
I can be annoyed by my HOA.
I can be nervous about Russia's aggression.
I can still be shocked about that damn missing plane.
I can be happy by BIG.THINGS.POPPING.
I can smile at a picture of my Godson.
I can laugh at something my husband said.
I can miss my mommy.
I can be grateful cancer didn't kill me.
All in the span of TEN.DAMN.MINUTES.
And wouldn't give two shits as to what you are SO.OVER.
How dare you attempt to dictate what the hell people can and cannot feel whenever the hell they want to feel it.
The only feelings yo stankin' azz gets to dictate are your own.
You have a family member who marries a woman that you really like.
They get married and have a child.
Years later, it comes to light that the child isn't his.
His wife had an indescretion the night before their wedding that didn't mean anything.
He comes to you for advice as he is devastated.
What would you tell him?
How are YOU feeling? Things going well? Is it raining out by you? Any good news to share? Pics of cute kiddies? Pics of fabulous shoes? Promotions?
Any good news we can get down with?
The Robinator and I had a full schedule last week so we didn't get to see the movie and wanted to get a good hike in today since he's traveling tomorrow. We still wanted to see the movie so we caught the first showing Saturday morning at 9:45am. We got up, had breakfast and rolled out for a cost of only $6.50 each for a total of $13.00. *BLINK* Since we'd just had breakfast, he didn't want popcorn. Like...we saw a movie, two people, for $13.00. ONLY. Usually it costs us between $40 and $45. Seriously.
The movie started with me dancing in my seat. The opening song is one that I knew but didn't "know" ya know? Like...whenever I hear it I rock. Shoulders shake, neck dip, stupid grin, all of that.
It was pretty sad opening up to Peter's mommy's death, but I soon had more questions and, some of them went unanswered. Where, oh where, is his father and who, oh who is he?
I loved watching Zoe Saldana kick butt as Gamora. Would have loved seeing more of her and her sister's backstory but I can see how they didn't have time for it. I did wonder how in the world she dealt with being painted green all day, every day. I bet that was a bit of a challenge that kinda pales in comparison to checking her bank account balances you know?
Chris Pratt brought me complete joy as Peter. He was basically himself. LOL! He strikes me as a funny, cool, laid back kinda guy just like Peter. I've decided that whenever I want to say something profound from now on I'm going to say, "I am Groot" and then sit back and wait for someone to answer me as if I answered their question. Yup.
Friend: Monnie, what is the meaning of life?
Me: I am Groot.
Friend: Yeah...that's what I think too. That's for helping me realize that.
Friend: Monnie should we fight this battle?
Me: I am Groot.
Friend: Yeah...we need more guns and stuff. I'll call Pookie and Earl 'nem.
Robby: Man...they didn't need Vin Diesel for that role. Anybody could have played that role. I could have played that role.
We all know that the raccoon, Rocket, straight up stole the show. He was straight up SIP in action. Diabolical, snarky and cheeky as hell. But he always came through and he REALLY came through for his framily.
The evil stuff was evil and the meanies were mean. The meanie turned good guy however? Drax? LOVED, LOVED, LOVED HIM! His straight up grammar snark brought me JOY!
Drax is like that dude who does NOT care! He's a badazz and he knows it. Dude got drunk and called up like the dude who wants to destroy the world. Just...say bruh...you want us? We are over here. BRANG YA AZZ!
I loved how his character didn't understand irony or satire and was serious as hell. LOL! When Gamora's sister insulted her in front of him and he pulled his version of the Hulk smash? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH YEAH! BRING THE HEAT BABY!
All-in-all the movie was super entertaining and extremely funny. I was surprised at just how much we laughed. We did notice that a lot of the younger people didn't laugh as much as we did and figured out that the humor went over their head because it was something straight up from our childhood or for our generation. That was cool that they included our demographic. There was more than enough for the kids to enjoy so I'm glad we got a lil' something something too.
It was PG-13 so I was surprised to find how many parents brought their much younger kids to see it. I'm talking 5 and 6 years old but hey...I guess if a parent is with them then it's all good right?
I give this movie a solid B+.
Did you go see it? Will you?
It's not a secret that I adore me some flowers and that I try and do something different once a week to make me smile. I have been adding flowers to pretty much every room that we use daily by dropping a bud or two in bud vases. The impact is simply lovely and cost pretty much little or nothing.
Whenever I'm in HomeGoods or TJMaxx, etc. I look for cute little bud vases. Surprisingly, some of my favorite ones were only three or four dollars. Then, I hit up Trader Joe's or my favorite flower shop, Kentlands Flowers & Bows, and buy some fresh blooms to put in them. My favorites these days are alstroemeria, bupleurum, hydrangea (especially green), stock , solidago and spray roses (orange ones are 2.DIE.4!)
Hand blown glass vases bring me joy, joy, joy and I love grouping them together to make fun stuff! I'm kinda in a funk of sorts so I'm about to head out to get some flowers. I'm already thinking of what I want to buy and I'm wondering if this week is going to require sunflowers.
Do you currently have flowers in your home? Do you buy them weekly or monthly? Do you only have flowers in your home when someone gives you flowers?
A few years older than you.
One child with ex-wife.
In the entertainment industry.
Is very close to his family.
Is smart, fun and funny.
His mother is deceased.
You look EXACTLY like his mother.
From The New York Times
Walgreen, in Acquiring Rest of Alliance Boots, Will Remain U.S-Based
The American pharmacy giant said it would keep its corporate headquarters in the U.S. as part of the deal to acquire the rest of the British pharmacy chain that it did not already own.
You are a great mother.
Everyone knows this.
You also tend to keep to you and yourN.
Everyone knows this too.
A parent gains knowledge of something they knew you'd want to know about one of your children.
This parent doesn't know you well.
The parent goes to a mutual friend of both of you and tells the friend to tell you.
But she asks the mutual friend to NOT tell you where she got the information because she didn't want to dime out that it was her child who told her.
The mutual friend tells you because again...it's something you would WANT to know about one of your children.
And it's something that could be checked out quickly beyond a shadow of doubt quickly.
You check it out and find that it's true.
You're devastated and want to know more.
You ask the mutual friend who told her so that you could double back.
The mutual friend says she can't tell you because she promised she wouldn't but that she'd ask to see if the woman would change her mind.
She asks and the woman says no, she doesn't want to get involved any further. She has her own shit to deal with surrounding the situation.
The mutual friend tells you she asked but that the woman declined to be identified.
Would you get mad at the mutual friend?
Would you consider her untrustworthy now because she wouldn't betray the confidence of the other woman?
Would you be mad about this even though it was true and it was something you SERIOUSLY wanted to know about your child?
Should the mutual friend have not told you if she couldn't tell you where she got the information?
Was the woman with the information wrong for putting the other woman in the middle?
Fingertips on edges of ears.
Pulse for 15.
Crunch for 15 without head touching floor.
Hold for 15.
Repeat 5 times.
3 - 5 sets depending on how long Jaru lets me be on the floor without him.
Reach through side planks? HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THEM! But hell...I do them do them do them. Often. UGH!
Weighted lunges and squats? When I'm doing them I constantly think:
But I do them because I am vain.
I do the majority of my workouts before I get dressed in the mornings before I brush my teeth. I have some hot water and lemon, eat a banana and then a cup of coffee. Then...strength stuff. Then...I drink as much of the water in my water bottle as possible. Complaining. I do them in the mirror so I can see myself and make sure my form is good because if I'm not doing them right...it doesn't work. I fight with my brain every second and tell myself, "Self...this is some bullish!" But I keep going cuz hell...I know I have to do it.
Then...second cup of coffee, bath, etc.
And then...it's okay to speak to me.
I'm not on any type of schedule per se. After years of knowing what I need to do...I just do it. I get bored quickly so I'm always looking for something new to do and sign up for different stuff all the time just to make sure I keep it mixed up enough for my random as heck brain.
I still don't like running so I still don't run. Sometimes I'll do sprints during my walks or on the treadmill but I feel like that's not really running so I don't count it as running. LOL! Most of the time it's just to race Robby.
I love hiking because it's not boring and we tend to do a quick clip pace when we hike to keep our heartrate up.
And I weigh myself EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. I know the size I like to be and if I tip past that...I adjust. DAILY.
I was just talking to someone who does the majority of her workouts at home too or out at the school near her home. She was saying that she enjoys those workouts more than group classes or going to the gym even as she knows she has to go to the gym sometimes, especially when it gets cold.
What about you?
Do you do any of your workouts at home and outside or are you a gym person mostly?
A teacher unlocks her phone to allow a student to use it to call his/her parents.
While the student has the phone, he/she goes through the teacher's phone and finds nude selfies of the teacher.
The student shows other students and they take pictures of the nude pictures and post them online.
A student eventually tells the teacher about it and the teacher tries to get to the bottom of it on her own.
The school ends up finding out about it and the teacher is fired for being irresponsible with her phone, etc.
SIP: WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TAKING NUDE PICTURES OF THEMSELVES?????????????????????????
I pulled out my Driver's License and smiled. I like the picture and was happy I'd get to keep it. GO ME!
I filled out the application and added my credit card information to pay my renewal fee and clicked submit.
And I waited.
And it thunk on it.
And thunk on it.
And then...it said, "Say bruh...you gotta come in. You're over 40 now and your eyesight info has expired so bring your old azz up in here so we can handle this."
Color me NOT.HAPPY!
So, now I have to not have any wine or mojitos for a week, go get my brows done, make a hair appointment and put on mascara early one morning and head down to the DMV to get a new license.
What? Think I ain't?
Do you like YOUR current DL pic? How old is it? You got hit with the over 40 no renew online thing yet? Made ya feel old huh? That's alright...from what I see in these 20 somethings...we still fly. :)
At 13700 we eat a lot of fruit. Since it's all organic, I buy it twice a week so that not much goes bad. Since it's organic, however, I still run the risk of losing a couple of pieces and pretty much count out how many pieces of fruit I will need for the upcoming days when I buy fruit on Thursdays and Mondays. I know both of us eat a banana every.single.morning so that's 14 bananas a week. Then there are apples, pears, mangoes, peaches, nectarines, etc. that I buy too. Generally, we probably eat 3 - 4 pieces of fruit per day each so, as you can see...that's a lot of fruit.
And along with this much fruit, there are always fruit flies.
There are several methods of getting rid of fruit flies including slapping the smack out of them and driving yourself batty chasing them only to have them disappear goodness knows where while you've knocked down wall art and disheveled lampshades. LOL! The one I've settled on is the one I've always seen done. I add some apple cider vinegar to a jar and put some Saran wrap over it. Then...I poke some small holes in the top and sit the jar on the counter. The fruit flies can't help themselves and are drawn to it. They work to get in the holes and head down to the vinegar and well...NIGHT, NIGHT, GNATTER!
How do you get rid of fruit flies? Do you add a couple of drops of dishwashing liquid to the apple cider vinegar? How much fruit do you eat per day? Do you buy fruit in bags? Ever since that story about the spiders in the banana bag...I can't do it. Me scared. LOL!
I heard a new song the other day that was soothing. I went to iTunes and bought the song and then really listened to the words.
Basically the guy was having a one night stand but he was lonely. He asked the woman he was with to hold his hand. He didn't want her to leave and asked her to stay with him.
I can imagine it. Dark room, bit of light coming from the moonlit night. Blue lights rotating from where the music is coming from. The aftermath of sans ropas. Two people spent. Strangers. Seeking comfort.
Stay with me.
I wondered about the woman. How would she feel being asked that. Would she stay? Would she take the risk? Would she think it was a red flag that he asked her this when all she was seeking was a bit of release as well.
What do you think...on a scale of 1 - 10...what is the likelihood of a woman staying in this situation, knowing that she will probably end up getting hurt?
I was talking to a high school student about making friends in high school and I agreed that it could be difficult to maneuver. First off, you guys are all lumped in together in classes. There is no commonality really normally, other than the grade you're in. Because of this, it can be hard to find teenagers who share the same interests you share. There are clubs, of course, but even then, there might not be any clubs you're interested in joining and some of those clubs are filled with kids whose parents forced them to join.
So...if you don't meet friends in high school, then you'll certainly meet people in college where interests are more organized by curriculum, etc.
Because I'm a stupid adult, I doubt if the teenager believed me because well...yall know teenagers know everything. I shared that I have friends from high school, of course, but I only really spend time with them when I go back home and we're all happy to see each other and have a good time but when I return to where my current home is...we only "see" each other on Facebook.
I can't explain that. It is what it is.
What say you?
Okay...I stopped using the rinse that the hair guru dude who wanted me to go natural told me to stop using. Now my hair is back to it's lovely (note sarcasm here) shade of reddish brown with gray straight up acting a FOOL all up and through it. I haven't been using anything because I don't like the way it makes my hair feel and I do love how soft it is to the touch but I swear whenever I get a good look in the mirror at it myself...I have to admit that I hate the gray.
And the red.
Oh how I hate the red.
To combat my not seeing it as much, I've been keeping it tucked up and under in a bun.
But I know it's there. UGH!
G-Baby: Ooooh Monnie! Look at your hair! All red and look! You've got gray!
Me: DIE GLADYS JUST DIE! WHAT ABOUT YOUR LIL FUNKY HAIR? IT'S ALL...I MEAN...LOOK AT...WELL YOU GOT...Hell, I gots nothing. Your hair is cute shit. Stop talking to me.
So...I'm thinking of options here and I was hoping you could help me based on your experience and opinion.
A. Let it go...let it goooooooo!
B. Get some for real PERMANENT color done by an Aveda salon?
C. Have a stylist do some type of rinse instead of doing it myself?
D. *INSERT YOUR SUGGESTION HERE*
What are YOU using for the gray if you have any?
Thank you in advance.
I met this woman in the airport recently when both of us decided the deal to give up our seats that Southwest was offering was bit too good to pass up. We had prime time direct flights but Southwest had oversold the flight. They were offering $300 voucher + what you paid for the flight and you'd get on the next flight out. The only thing that wasn't optimal was that the flight wasn't direct but hey...I didn't have anything going on and I was about to get some moooolaaaaaaaaaaa! I'd paid $361 for that flight so I got a voucher for $631 and I still got home.
I mean...come on. I couldn't pass that up. Sometimes I'm like...nah...I wanna go home. But when I did the math and realized that I'd only be getting home 2 hours later...NO.BRAINER.
So...the woman and I hung out. I noticed that she had a bag for the Black Enterprise Golf and Tennis Challenge so I asked her about it. Truth be told...they should hire her as PR because she RAVED at how wonderful it was. She said it was a gathering of really awesome professional people and it's the one thing that she doesn't think she will ever miss attending again.
As she talked, I paid attention to her. Beautiful woman. Obviously from good stock. Her legs were crossed properly. Neat makeup. Simple and elegant jewelry. She spoke with her eyes and smile. engaging. I knew she was successful just from the way she connected while she communicated.
So I started asking her lots of questions because I'm working on something that she would have been cast perfectly in as herself had she been an actress. LOL!
I'm so sorry...yes, I use bits and pieces about people all the time. LOL!
She told me about some other events throughout the year that she attends and I was impressed with just how much she does. See...she is single and enjoying the hell out of her life. She gets up and GOES. I like that. We exchanged numbers with a promise of keeping in touch because she's the type of woman you want to keep in touch with. Genuine and cool. A few weeks ago she sent me a text asking if I'd used my voucher yet because she was in the airport on her way to a conference or something in Vegas that weekend using hers. GET.IT!
I liked her energy and thought to myself that if I was single, I'd keep a future plan to attend something awesome too. Strategic you know? I'd be having fun in an environment where there were men I'd be interested in having fun too.
What are some of the things you've heard about or attended that you think would be PERFECT for single professionals to put on their list of to-do's? Maybe we should ask Nisa! She would DEFINITELY KNOW!
Have you ever given up your seat for a good deal on a flight?
On Sunday, The Robinator and I were on a hike when it started to rain. We'd procrastinated leaving the house all day and ended up getting a later than usual start so we were a tad bit frustrated with ourselves. We contemplated what to do and decided to keep on since we were hiking in an area with a canopy of pretty large trees. It was warm enough so if we did get soaked, we wouldn't be too uncomfortable and we had towels and whatnot back in the truck to dry off if need be.
So we continued on. The sound of the rain on hitting the leaves and then sliding softly to the beyond was soothing. I'd forgotten my earbuds so all I heard was the sounds around us, The Robinator and the occasional voice of the woman on RunKeeper chopping down our stats.
Needless to say, it was peaceful as all get out.
We continued on and got to an area that was so beautiful, you'd swear it was a glade where fairies lived. The trees were strong and majestic, natural ferns so green and so lush. Nothing but trees, grass, rocks, dirt, and whatever lived out there. We reached the area by trudging up an incline and, just as the incline was about to level off...there is was. Perfection.
I found myself wishing I'd had my real camera instead of the camera on my phone.
As we continued on, the rain stopped and, just like that, the sun broke through the clouds once again. I looked back at my guy and I just smiled because, once again, he was right about continuing on.
I love hiking. I've loved it since I was a little girl hiking with my father. Robby teases me because I always keep my eyes out for a good walking stick. I very rarely find one, but I'm always looking for one.
We try and go to different trails and he checks out the trails online before we head out. We like there to be a changing topography, water, etc. Nothing boring. Constant change. And we like to hit pretty remote trails where we don't run into many people because sometimes, people can change the energy of the pace. The week prior we were hiking and came up on a guy in all black leather on a motorcycle in the woods. Just odd as hell. I didn't care for that. My imagination is too active. LOL!
Do you ever go hiking? Do you ever look for trails in your area? If you don't, I bet you'll be surprised at what you find. I'm constantly amazed at the stuff we find in our own "backyard." It's truly stunning. We're planning to do a 10 mile hike this coming weekend and we're trying to plan it out so we can have a picnic too. I'm considering taking my camera but hey...who wants to carry that for 10 miles plus food and water? Not me that's for sure.
What kind of workouts do you do with someone else?
When I was growing up, Saturday mornings were for cleaning. You got up, ate breakfast while you watched cartoons and then the television was turned off, the music was turned on, and everybody got to cleaning. Some of us had inside jobs and some of us had outside jobs.
Last week I was discussing this with my sister and how kids don't know how to REALLY clean anymore. Sure, they know how to "swish" with a Clorox wipe but get down dirty with it scrubbing? They are ill equipped.
Comet or Ajax with something you could scrub with was the main cleaner and once everything was cleaned, then it was Windex and lemon fresh Pledge time. The last thing that was done was vacuum. Nice, neat lines.
I'm talking HOUSEKEEPER clean. Dust boards, all the frames off the sideboard dusted and cleaned, sideboard dusted and cleaned. Refrigerator cleaned out and wiped down. Bathroom sparkling. Even the plants got dusted.
In our house, you couldn't do anything else until after it was FOR REAL clean.
What about you? Did you guys do this type of cleaning too? Do your kids? Are kids too busy today to clean weekly? Are parents? Have cleanliness standards changed?
A while ago I met a woman on a plane who was a speech therapist and I was very surprised to find that a lot of her clients were actors who wanted to learn to enunciate words properly.
The majority of the issues she helped people deal with were based on regional / international dialect but, she found there were lots of people who really just didn't enunciate their words at all and that they were aware that their speech made them sound uneducated and less smart. She also shared that she worked with regular people in business related fields who wanted to get ahead and felt the way they spoke hindered them.
I wondered at the person who KNEW they didn't enunciate properly but still had to talk to people regularly. What did that feel like and how did they determine they weren't "doing it right?"
I remembered the episode of "King of Queens" when a woman in the office told Carrie that she might not get a job she applied for because of her "Queens accent" so Carrie tried to work on her diction: