Happy Monday

Happy Monday blog world, and Happy Halloween! How was everyone’s weekend? Great I hope. Mine was OK. I didn’t go to the Mike Epps comedy show, but I did go out Saturday (by myself) and had a good time. I finally made it to the Jazz spot. It’s a small place, but the music is good. Of course, there was an old man sitting next to me, trying to talk my ear off all night, who wouldn’t let me breathe, or make any moves. So I had two drinks, one of which he bought, and left. I then went to an after hours spot, which was WHACK! But I got in for free, so that was good!

I can honestly say that yesterday was the first time in a LONG time that I had fun at the bar! On Sundays, all of the local flag football teams come in for food, drinks, and go-go girls. I don’t work in the back with the go-go girls. I’d rather sit up front, with the old folks, and the people who don’t like to see the go-go girls. And that’s exactly what I did yesterday. We were listening to old music, just laughing and talking! And I made some money too, so that was a plus!

The one thing I hate about that bar is the constant, never ending getting hit on. And I don’t mean by different guys, I mean by the same ones. If I’ve been working there for a year, and I haven’t given you any play, what makes you think I’m going to give you some now? Ummmmm, NO!!!! When I said no the first time, I meant it. Now please, leave me alone, DAMN!

In honor of Halloween, I thought I would tell you all some of the dumbest costumes I’ve worn, and why they were so dumb.

1. In Germany, back in 1989, I decided to be a punk rocker. Now, that was the thing during that time, the crazy hair, the leggings, the short skirts with the long shirts, and the pumps. You had to have the pumps. I had on a jean mini, a yellow and orange shirt, with a yellow belt wrapped around the shirt, some pink leg warmers, some red gloves, I was a MESS! And I had the pumps, my moms yellow pumps. Now, that was dumb of me, because we walked, and walked, and walked for I don’t know HOW long, and then we went into the Haunted House. While inside the Haunted House, running from the fake chainsaw, I broke the heel on my mom’s pumps. OH BOY!!!!! She didn’t even know that I took them. Well, I guess I don’t have to tell you what happened to me when she found out! LOL!!

2. In 1992? I was an Oreo cookie. Just a simple Oreo cookie, with all white on, and some cardboard thing I put together that had Oreo in the front and cookie on the back. I don’t know what my fascination was with the Oreo, but I knew I had to be one. That leads me to my costume the next year.

3. In 1993, I was a box of milk, and my girlfriend was the Oreo cookie. Yes, the same Oreo cookie I was the previous year. I took pride in my box of Milk costume. I got a cardboard box, glued it to look like a milk carton, painted it white, cut a whole in it for my face to stick out of, and actually took the milk carton we had in our fridge, and copied everything it had on to my costume. I wore it to school the next day, with my face painted white, flour in my hair to make it white, and all white clothing. It was the dumbest, yet most unique costume that year. Me and my girlfriend won first prize in the Halloween costume contest. :)

That’s enough embarrassing costumes for me. For those of you who will be taking kids trick-or-treating tonight, or out in the streets, please be safe. Talk to you all later!

Very busy week.....

This week has been a BAD week for me. This job has me going crazy, home life is a mess trying to get my house situated, but I did get offered a wall unit for free from my manager, so that was a GOOD thing!
Well, I know I haven’t been telling any funny stories lately, so I thought I’d give you another funny one (hopefully it’s funny to you).

I was always a clumsy child, VERY CLUMSY. I’m still a clumsy adult. Here are a few of my embarrassing moments (blushing)……

When I was 10, an ex-friend and I were playing chase. We stopped, and I told her to give me something (whatever it was she had in her hand). Don’t you know this bitch spit in my hand!!! WTF???? So, I started chasing her again, but this time was to beat her ass. I grabbed her by the back of her head (her hair), and tripped on a rock at the same time. When I fell, I somehow fell on my foot. It hurt SO bad, but I was able to walk on it. The following day, I was running around, playing with someone else and sure enough fell again, on the same foot. Needless to say, I broke my ankle. BUT, the ca-ca is that when I went to the hospital (well, clinic. We were in Germany on a small base, and all they had was a clinic) everyone was gone, and they couldn’t take X-Rays. So they wrapped an ace bandage around it, gave me some crutches and said if I still couldn’t walk on it after three days come back. That night, we went to eat, and someone almost stepped back on me, which forced me to step back on my ankle, and I could hear and FEEL the bone crack even more. OK, 3 days? Yeah right, I was back there the next day! They put this big ol’ dookie cast on my leg that was so damn heavy. I hated it!

About 3 years ago, I went to Myrtle Beach for Black Bike Week. I was planning to have SO much fun. Ride on some bikes, chill on the beach, party, whatever the weekend held for me. Well, the first day I get there, I sprain my foot. Don’t ask me how, cuz I don’t know. My foot just started hurting all of a sudden, and I couldn’t walk on it. I had to go to the emergency room while I was there. So, my four days in Myrtle consisted of me sitting in the car, looking at people walk down the street, riding their bikes. I was so upset. The next year, I went back, and said that this time, I wasn’t spraining anything, and I didn’t. BUT, I did fall, and when I say fall, I mean fall, bust my ASS!!!! We were walking back to the car, and I had on some platform flip flops (first mistake). I was walking and talking, and not really paying attention to where I was going. My foot went down in a pot hole in the street (wasn’t a really big one), but I went down with it. I was SO embarrassed. Luckily, we were on a side street and not too many people were there, and I think only one person, besides my friends, saw me. But they all were laughing. I was SO mad! Had an attitude for about 3 hours. LOL!!!

OK, I’ve had other embarrassing moments, but I’ll choose not to make a bigger fool of myself. Have a good weekend everyone. I’ll be posting on Monday, because I’m going to see Mike Epps live. Should be fun!

My Weekend……

Well, I didn’t go to the club like I thought I was going to, but I did have an eventful weekend.

Friday night - I worked at the bar. I’m ‘bout sick of that bar and it’s non-tipping customers. I’m going to go today to the jazz club to see if I can get a job there.

Saturday – I took my daughter to a birthday party, and come to find out, the little boy has a crush on her…. OH BOY!!!! And, he lives in the same complex as we do (yeah for me)! No, not really. He’s a cute little boy, but that’s my baby, and she WILL NOT, I repeat, WILL NOT have no boyfriends, until she’s 18. (OK, maybe 16, but no earlier than that!) When we first got to the party, he was always around her, and he asked her to sit by him. Then, he’s opening gifts, and ONLY gave my daughter a hug… WTF?????? I jumped up and ran over to the crowd, like hey, what’s going on here? His father and mother is laughing hysterically, saying where is Kim. I’m like I’m RIGHT HERE!!!!! His mother says to me, oh boy, we’re going to have problems. I say, oh no the hell we ain’t! LMAO!!! Saturday night, I went to Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond. Got a rug for my kitchen, with matching towels and oven mitts, got a fondue set (like I really needed that), and a runner for my hallway, and a rug for the top of my steps. At Target, I got a lot of stuff. Started Christmas shopping, got some miscellaneous stuff for the house. Went back to the house to clean, so I could put up my new stuff. :)


Sunday – I worked on the bar again! I’m REALLY going to go to Cecil’s to look for a job. I hate fat mother f’ers who come in the bar with a whole wad of money, and don’t tip not even one dollar, after they buy $30 worth of drinks. You cheap, fat, black BASTARD! I HATE YOU! Don’t bring your fat ass back in here if you don’t know how to tip, ugly ass! I’m going to get a T-shirt that says I accept tips. LOL!


Hope everyone else had a joyful weekend.

I’m back, and with a new attitude……

Hello Blog world. How ya’ll doing out there? I hope everyone had a healthy and productive week. As for me, the class was very nice. Learned a few things about leadership, time management, delegation, communication and some other relevant stuff that I will need for my new position.

Well, this week, I’ve reflected on my past, past experiences, past relationships, past jobs, past EVERYTHING! I’ve realized that there are some things that I need to change, and some PEOPLE I need to change around me (not change them, per say, but change who I’m around). As many of you know, I’m in line for a promotion that will help me advance in my career to a better place. So everything seems to be on the up and up as far as my career is concerned, but personally, things aren’t looking so good. I’ve had two failed relationships in the past three years, and I was forced to take a look at the things that I did wrong. Why is it that I couldn’t make one of these relationships work? What are the things that I need to change within myself? What are the things that I need to change outside of myself? So, after great consideration, and some advice from a good friend {you know who you are, and I thank you so much!;)} I’ve decided not to focus on love right now, not to focus on finding that “one”, and focus on me. As my friend said “what you display, is what you receive.” Meaning, what ever type of “mood” I’m in, people read that, and if it’s a negative mood, I attract negative people. If it’s a positive mood, I attract positive people. So, I’m going to make it my business to be in a positive mood most of the time. I’m not going to say all of the time, because, be real, who is a positive mood ALL of the time? LOL!

So, from this day forth, I’m going to work on ME, and do what’s right for ME, and put ME first (well, behind my daughter), but you know what I mean! Have a great weekend everyone, and I’ll see you on Monday (I’m going to go out this weekend, so I’m SURE I’ll have a funny story for you guys).

*Ciao Bella*

My Nightclub Adventure

Last night, I went to a local club. I haven’t been there since my birthday (March), and about 3 weeks ago, my cousin and I rolled past and it was PACKED; so last night we decided to go. I had an all right time, not too many people came, since it was raining cats, dogs and horses outside, but it still provided us with a good laugh.

There was this one girl there, who thought that her dance partner was everything BUT another person. This girl was on the floor, on the speaker, on the pillar, ALL over the place. And I swear she fell a minimum of 3 times, from what I saw. When did it become OK that after 30, you’re still dancing like you’re a stripper at the Redwood (the bar I work at)?

Then there was this guy, who felt like he was the sexiest thing on the mother fucking planet. He was just walking around, trying to dance with everyone. Some people were dancing with him, but when he unbuttoned his shirt, oh THAT took the cake. This fool had a pot belly, and titties. And when I say titties, I mean TITTIES. Some men have titties that poke out, but his actually hung, like a girls. For me, that is one of the worst things to see on a man. YUK! But what made it even worse, he had BOTH nipples pierced (OK, now I’m ‘bout to throw up). Please, BUTTON YOUR SHIRT!!!! And stop walking around here, like you’re the shit with your busted up Timbs. (For those of you who know about “flossing”, you know what I mean).

There was this cutie that I was eye flirting with, tall dready, but no action. No worries, I wouldn’t have talked to him anyway, he was too linky (thin). But he and his friend were very nice looking. But I have a question. Why is it that there could be three friends, you think two of them are cute, and the one who you aren’t even remotely attracted to will come up and say some corny shit, like “Why you looking so mean?” Ummm, maybe because I want you to get out of my face? I don’t know… why do you think I’m looking so mean? (rolls eyes). Sheesh, get on my nerves!

All in all, it made for a night that I could laugh and get my dance on a little. I’m out Monday through Wednesday next week, have a “Management Skills for New Supervisor” training course. I will check in with everyone periodically, and post on Thursday. Everyone have a happy and healthy weekend and early part of next week.

*Smooches*

My weird quirks....

People have things they do and don't like to do. I thought I'd share some of my ways, and see if people feel the same way.

1. I HATE for a shower curtain to be open, especially if you have a really nice shower curtain. Why don't you keep it closed to show it off?

2. I can't mix certain foods on a plate. Like my pancakes have to be on a separate plate from my eggs, because I don't like syrup on my eggs. And I can't have collard green juice mixing with yam juice, YUK!

3. I hate to do dishes, but I hate to go in the kitchen when there's a lot of dishes. Don't like the mess (go figure).

4. I hate when people add an extra ed at the end of words (lookeded, likeded). I have been known to snap and call somebody illiterate for that. I know, that's bad.

5. I hate a man to put his foot ANYWHERE on me. He could have the prettiest toes in the world, just don't bring them close to me.

6. I hate the hard lotion balls that form when the lotion has been sitting. I can't even touch it to get it off. Have to wipe it with a tissue.

7. I like bananas, and strawberries, but don't like the artificial flavors of the two. So, I don't eat banana pudding, or anything flavored strawberry. I hate watermelon, but love watermelon jolly ranchers. Go figure!

8. I have a bad habit of smelling things, especially when I don't know what it is. One time, I smelled some cookies and cream pudding stuff in the supermarket, and this lady looked at me like I sticked my tongue in it. LOL!

9. I hate to see a dresser drawer open. I can deal with clothes on the floor, on the bed, whatever, but I can't stand to see a drawer open. I can't stand to see it cracked with a piece of clothing sticking out of it.

10. I can't stand to see or hear someone blow there nose at a dinner table. That is just disgusting. Go to the bathroom, blow your nose in the stall, and wash your damn hands, you little NASTY!

11. I can't stand for anything to be thrown over the shower curtain rod. That's what they make towel bars for.

OK, I think I've bugged ya'll out enough. Fell free to leave me some of your quirks.

Random Questions

Stole this from Jomama

1. Name someone with the same birthday as you.
Don't know anyone who is on the same day, but I know some people whose birthday is the day before or day after.

2. Where was your first kiss?
If you read my blog, then you know! :)ILK!

3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?No

4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?Yeah. Too many times to count.

5. Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?Nope, acted, but not sung.

6. What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?Lips

7. What do you order at the Coffee Bean?WTF? Don't know what Coffee Bean is.

8. What is your biggest mistake?Dating this guy Brian YUK!

9. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?yeah

10. Say something totally random about yourself.
I want to get a breast reduction.

11. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?Yeah, Jill Scott, Raven Simone.

12. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?Sometimes.

13. Did you have braces?Nope. Lucky enough to never have a cavity in my 28 years of life.

14. Are you comfortable with your height?All 5'9" of my sexy ass!

15. What is the most romantic thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you?Gotten me a big, big teddy bear, and roses.

16. When do you know it's love?Love? What is that? Sike, you just know. You just have that feeling.

17. Do you speak any other languages?I can speak Pig-Latin like Jomama and Cherry.

18. Have you ever been to a tanning salon?Nope.

19. What magazines do you read?Don't really read magazines, rather read the news or a book.

20. Have you ever ridden in a limo?Yep!

21. Has anyone you were really close to passed away?My cousin this year. i miss you Warren!

22. Do you watch Mtv?No.

23. What's something that really annoys you?Liars, cheaters, haters!

24. What's something you really like?Mountain Dew

25. Do you like Michael Jackson?Yes, Yes, YES!

26. Can you dance?Sho 'nough!

27. What's the latest you have ever stayed up?I think 48 hours straight

.28. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?No.

29. Do you actually read these when other people fill them out?Of course.

My weekend and another story....

Hello all. Hope everyone had a nice weekend. I wasn't feeling too good, had a lot of things on my mind that I needed to just take some time out and think about, so my weekend consisted of me laying on my couch, watching movies. From Friday night to Sunday night. I've thought somethings through and am feeling a little better now.

So, since I've been telling some stories from my childhood, I figured I'd keep it going.

CHECK THE LOCK ON THE DOOR BEFORE YOU CLOSE IT!

As I have mentioned before, I lived in Germany for a short period of time. We lived off base, in Enkenbach-Alsenborn, Germany. it was a cute little town, with a lot of bakery's and cute little German knick-knack stores (at least that's what I remembered). I also remembered that they had cigarette machines hung up on the side of buildings where you could buy a pack for 4 marks. My mom used to send me out to get her some, if she ran out, and whenever me and my friends had 4 marks, we would go get a pack, to "fake" smoke.

One weekend I had a slumber party at my house, and my mom left all of us home alone so she could go out. Us being the adventurous kids we were decided that at 12:00 midnight, we would go out and room around the town and in the woods for a little while. We knew my mom wouldn't be back anytime soon, so we would get back just before she did. I grabbed the house key (well, at least what I thought was the house key) and headed out. We had a good time, going through the woods, in the pitch black, trying to scare each other. Tired, and now close to the time my mom would be getting home, we head back. We get in the downstairs door and head for the front door to my house. Low and behold, this is NOT the key that opens this door. OH SHIT! What am I going to do now? We go back outside, everyone looking like a dear caught in headlights. Quick, quick, what to do now?

We lived on the second floor, so, it shouldn't be hard to climb up the drain and get on the balcony right? Yeah, OK. That was one of the hardest climbs I have EVER had to make. Actually, that any one of us has ever had to make. We had to jump on the garbage can, which still wasn't tall enough for us to even reach the bottom of the balcony, climb somewhat up the drain, hook our feet underneath the bottom rail of the balcony, grab onto the second rail of the balcony and pull ourselves up.

Now, after about 30 minutes, everyone is up on the balcony. But now what? The patio door is locked, so we can't get in through there. Luckily the window was open, but the thing about these German windows is that they don't open like our windows here. They have a pulley (I guess that's what you call it), kind of like a lever, that depending on which way you turn it, the window opens a different way. So, the window that was open, was only cracked open from the top up. You could barely fit your arm through it. So, the young imagination of kids who are about to get their asses beat, we decide to take a broom, stick it through the crack in the window, and use it to pull down the lever by the door, so the door could open. Well, that took us about another hour.

FINALLY, FINALLY the door swung open. We all get inside, thanking GOD and promising that we would never do that again (yeah right). About five minutes later, my mom walks through the door. What did ya'll do tonight. "Nothing, just stayed in the house watching TV". Once again, the drama of pre-teens......

WTF is a median?!?!?!?!?!

I'm glad I'm writing this, and not trying to tell this. Everytime I try to tell it, I laugh so hard that I just jack the whole story up. It's one of those "you had to be there" stories, but I hope you all get a kick out of it.

I was living in Colorado, about 14 years old. A friend of mine (who I can't STAND to this day) was dating some random guy. She was staying the night at my house, and his cousin came from out of town and they wanted to chill. Cool with me, lets me get out the house. So they come to pick us up, and take us to Memorial Park. We're in the parking lot laughing, chilling, just having a good ol' time. Some slow song came on the radio and the cousin asks me to dance (insert the RIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHT face here). I agreed and we're dancing in the parking lot like two dumb asses. LMAO!

Everyone got thirsty, so we decide to go to the 7-11. This 7-11 was on the corner of two major streets, one of which had a median running down the middle to seperate the road. The store had two entrances/exits, one in the front of the store, and one on the left hand side of the store (I'm trying to give you a good visual here). We pull into the parking lot using the entrance in front of the store. We get out, get something to drink and something to snack on. Our plan is to head back to the park. Now, from where we are parked, cousins best bet would have been to go back out of the entrance we came in, and make a right hand turn. There's a whole lot of cars, so he goes out of the left hand entrance, which exits onto the street that has the median. The only way he can turn is right, but I see his left blinker on. Here is how the conversation went at this point:

Me: You can't turn left, you have to make a right turn.
Him:Yes I can. I just have to wait for the traffic to pass.
Me: NO, there's a median in the word.
Him: Yes I can.
Me: No, there's a median, you have to turn right.
Him: (insert silence)
Me: (insert silence and look like duh, do you know wtf a median is?)

After the traffic passes, he proceeds to turn left. Whadya know? Baddooop (him running the front end of his car over the median). I BUST out laughing. He's like WTF?!?!?!?! WTF was that? In between me laughing, and trying to catch my breath, I say, I TOLD you there was a median in the road. He puts the car in reverse, and I start laughing even harder. By now, I'm crying... tears rolling down my face. I say to him, you might as well go over the rest; you're halfway over it. Don't you know this fool backs up?!?!?!?! And he says to me after that, I don't know what a median is, you should have said there was blocks in the road.....

Fucking retard!

The mean little Filipino lady :(

My parents were in the Air Force so as a child I had the privilige of traveling and living in different places. One of those places, as you already know was Germany. While in Germany we had a housekeeper named Ms. Letty, a nice little ol' Filipino lady, or so I thought. She cooked, and cleaned for room and board and pay (I don't know to this day how much she paid her).

Now, my mom and I NEVER saw eye to eye. We are so much a like, but yet, we had our separate views on things, so we ALWAYS clashed. So, about a year after Ms. Letty was there, my mom started getting on me about the phone bill, and how I need to stay off the phone, blah, blah, blah. But I would always tell her, I don't call anybody in the states, and the calls I do make are local. See, the phone bills in Germany weren't like the ones here, where it details the calls you made. Nope, it was a bill with an amount, and that's what you pay (at least that's what I remember).

Then she started talking about I was taking her work uniforms, etc... now I'm really looking at this lady like she's crazy. It just so happened that one day, my mom came home for lunch (we lived off base in the "economy" which is a German town). Don't you know that she walked in on Ms.Letty packing up her uniforms, along with toilet paper, paper towels, etc. All this time my mom was blaming me, it was HER! She was sending this stuff back to her people in the Philippines. I was NEVER so happy when my mom put her out. Our phone bills went from 1000 marks (it was marks at the time) to 200 marks. HA! And the best part of all....... my mom had to apologize to me...... hee hee... HAHAHAHAHA!!!! It felt good!

Love you mom! ;)

My best... and my WORST kiss.....

Kissing... one of the first "sexual" acts a kid experiences (well at least when I was a kid). You remember, you get a boyfriend at 11, and the big thing all your girlfrinends wanted to know was "did you kiss him yet?"

Well, my first experience was when I was 11. I was in Germany, and I was dating this guy Jermaine. He was a cute little mulatto boy, (and I do mean little. I grew fast as a child, so all the boys were shorter then me.) We had been "going out" for a little while now, and it was about time for us to have our first kiss... a FRENCH kiss. So one day, we were walking home from school, holding hands, headed to one of my girlfriends house. She was already inside her house when we arrived, along with a few of my other girlfriends. We talked for a little while, and he stepped up on the first step, while I was standing on the platform, and leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and braced myself. He put his WHOLE mouth over mine, and proceeded to stick his tongue damn near down my throat. It was the worst kiss EVER! It lasted for about 30 seconds, and I was NEVER so happy when it was over. After he pulled away, he had this BIG Kool-aid smile on his face like he KNEW he put it down. YUK!!!! I will remember that kiss till the day I die, because I NEVER want to be kissed like that again.

My best kiss happened more recently in my life. I was seeing this guy for a while; we had been hanging out, just enjoying each others company and conversation. One Saturday, my girlfriends and I had planned to go to a party that one of the local motorcycle clubs was throwing. I asked him did he want to meet me at the bar I worked to have a couple of drinks. He agreed. There was a fight on, that wasn't very good, but we were enjoying each others company, talking, laughing and drinking. He asked what I was going to be doing that night, if I wanted to hang with him. I told him that I had made plans to go to a party, but he was welcome to come. He accepted my invitation. At the party, we had so much fun dancing, and mingling. I got DRUNK!!! To the point that at 4:00 a.m., I had to go outside to get some air, because I started to see doubles. My cousin drove my car to her house, and my friend followed. He then followed me to my house to make sure I got home OK (yeah, OK). I park my car, and walk to my front door. He follows. I'm fumbling to get my key in the door (because I was still drunk), and he calls my name. I turn around, and he puts his arm around my waist, pulls me close to him, and kisses me ever so gently. I just melted. He opens the door, and walks me up the stairs, all the while kissing me. It was like something out of the movies. The BEST kiss I've ever had..... *sigh*

My Weekend Recap…..

Friday – Had a conference to go to for one of the systems I am an administrator for, which was REALLY boring. I shouldn’t say that. There were a few interesting points, but most of it was boring. The guy who lead the conference reminds me of Mr. Hanky off of South Park… MKAY!!! Every other word is Mkay… Shut the hell up and pick a new word, DAMN!

We did get out @ 2:45, so I was able to go home and take a nap before I had to go to my 2nd job at the bar. That was boring as well. My 2nd job is at a Sports/Gentlemen’s Bar. I work in the front, because the men who go in the back (most of them) don’t tip the bartenders. But right now, the back is under renovation, so no one really comes in there. But I still make my money ;)

Friday night/Saturday morning – As soon as I got off of work, I picked up my daughter and hit the road. My nephews birthday was yesterday, and my sister was having a birthday party for him, so I was in No. VA this weekend. I got there at about 5:00 am.

Saturday – Got up at 9:30, went shopping for a gift for my nephew, went to the party, came home, took a nap, and went to go watch the fight….

MY BABY LOST!!!!!! Yes, Roy Jones, Jr. lost, BUT it didn’t matter to him whether he won or lost, just that he didn’t go out with a BANG… or should I say a KNOCKOUT, like he did the last two times. He’s done. He NEEDS to retire. He was a GREAT fighter, for a LONG time, but he’s getting old, and his time is up. Tarver will NEVER be as great a fighter as Jones was in his prime, POINT BLANK, and Tarver knows that himself!

Sunday – Slept, ALL day! I was so tired from that drive, and staying up ‘til 2:00 Saturday night, that I had to catch up on my sleep. I woke up, got dressed, and hit the road.

I had a nice weekend down at my moms; hope everyone else had a nice one, too!