Are you full?

Well hello. I hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey Day. I didn’t do as I planned (sit at home on my couch and watch movies). My uncle invited me to his house, so I cooked my famous collard greens and made way to his house. I had fun. I always have fun with that uncle. He was drunk by the time I got there, and burnt the Turkey. But, it tasted good anyway, so no complaints; but you know we had jokes! LOL!! I had to work at the bar that night, so I left around 6:15. The bar was slow, not many people came through. It was a holiday weekend, and a lot of people went out of town for the holiday.

Friday, I got up, and had to come into work. My cable modem wasn’t working and I had to run a couple of jobs. I ended up staying until 2:00, which was WAY past the time I wanted to stay. I went and got my daughter to spend some quality time, and then got ready for work, AGAIN at the bar. Friday was a little better than Thursday, but it was still slow. I have my usual customers that tip me well, so it made for an OK night in tips. Now, here comes a funny story. Friday night after I left the bar, I went to visit my friend. This is the friend I mentioned in my last post, that I didn’t want to go into details about. He’s an Irish man, 6’5”, 315 pounds, very muscular, cute. He went out that night as well, so we planned to meet up at his house after we both were finished hanging out. I get to his apartment about 5 minutes before he arrives. I see him pull up, so I get out of the car to meet him. As I’m walking across the street, I hear a gate rattle, and I see two guys tussling. I wasn’t too sure as to whether it was him or not, but I was interested in seeing what was going on (yes, I’m nosey). I see one guy get knocked on the ground, get back up, and start tussling with the other guy again. Then I see the same guy who was on the ground before, get knocked on the ground again. After that all I heard was, “What, What, you don’t want it. I’m a BEAST, I’m a BEAST! Now pick your fucking shoe up and go home!” Can I tell you that I almost pissed my pants in the middle of the street? Yes, it was my friend, the Irish man, tussling with his friend. His friend was 6’6”, 330 pounds. Irish man knocked his friend to the ground twice; the first time against a gate, and his shoe flew over the gate. I think the worst part of all of it was that his friend had to do the walk of shame in front of me. Irish man walks behind him, towards me, and says “Hey baby, I can’t find me keys.” LOL!!! The whole thing was very funny. And it all started because big boy didn’t want to leave the club, and wanted to stop and get a hot dog. LOL!!!

Saturday I stayed in the house all day. As I was getting ready to wash clothes, the manager at the bar called and asked if I could work. Since Christmas is right around the corner, I said OK. This was the worst of the 3 nights. I worked from 7:30 to 1:45. For 4 of the 6 hours, I didn’t have not one customer. Yes, very, VERY sad. But the few customers I did have were my regulars and tipped me very well, and also got me drunk; so drunk that I spilled a Long Island Iced Tea while I was trying to mix it. I knew then that I didn’t need anything else to drink. LOL

Sunday, I got up, washed clothes, cleaned house, cleaned my daughter’s room, and got ready for work today.
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As for my video, this goes out to that one who’s got me “Sprung” ;) You know who you are….

Happy work week everybody! Have a wonderful week.

Sorry I'm late.....

Had to take out some of the breaks.....

Hello blogland. It’s been a while. Yes, yes I know. I’ve been very busy with work, and haven’t had much to write about. But, this weekend was pretty interesting, so now I have something to say.
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I went to a fashion show on Sunday. It was interesting (I guess, if you like the show being on CP time, them not following the itinerary, them scamming us out of a raffle for a free Chinchilla fur coat), but hey, what can you expect? I love my people, but we REALLY need to get it together! I did meet someone there, who took me to the movies tonight, but I’m not going to talk about that right now. We’ll see how that pans out. If anything he’ll be a good friend, and good for contacts too!

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This week is Thanksgiving, and I have no plans. Since my ex-husband was in Egypt last year for the holidays, I told him he could take our daughter, SO that means I’ll be home by myself chilling on my couch, sipping on some Baileys, watching some football, and the Thanksgiving Day movies. YES, I’m being real BAH HUMBUGGISH this year. Just not in the mood for the holidays. I’ll probably be better next year :)

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The rest of my 10 days absent have been monotonous, work (about 10 hour days)-home, work-home, so there’s not really much to say. Everyone please have a safe and Happy Thanksgiving.

Today is a sad day for me......

As many of you probably know, Foxy and I are neighbors (at work) sitting right next to each other. Foxy and I have become great frinds over the past 2 1/2 years he's been working here, and has provided many days of joy for me. He was there through my toughest times, and always offered a shoulder for me to cry on, an ear to talk to, and hug whenever I needed it, and of course, a good piece of advice (whether I wanted to hear it or not). And vice versa.

Foxy will be moving into a new position, with the same company, but in a different location. This is a great step for him in his career path, to help him gain more knowledge, to get him to that VP role... ;) I'm happy for him, but will miss him dearly.

So, Foxy, I wish you well, and I know that just because you're leaving my building, you're not leaving my heart. Remember, I know where you live, and will beat your door down every chance I get LOL!!!! I love you, suga!

PS... The video playing is dedicated to my boy FOXY... he knows why!!!

Isn't it amazing....

I was talking with some co-workers of mine yesterday, telling them about my evening Saturday night. There really isn’t much to say, I went to this club, it was too many damn people, too many bloods (gang members), and just too damn hot. So I will NOT be going there again. But we were discussing how when people get into bad situations, the adrenaline just makes you do things you never thought you would do. So, yes, I have some stories for you. :)

In Colorado Springs, there wasn’t much to do as a teenager growing up. My friends and I used to frequent the teen clubs often. My last teen club outing was to a country club, that had “teen hip-hop” night. The dance floor was in the middle of the building, with the seating areas, pool tables, bar, etc around it. My friends are on the dance floor dancing, having fun, when I fight broke out between the bloods and the crips. The fight went ALL THE WAY around the building. Every time we tried to run out of one entrance the fight would be right in front of us. When we finally got outside, somebody was shooting. So we had to literally crawl on the ground most of the way to my car. It was a MESS!!! I didn’t go to anymore teen clubs after that. It was just too much for me.

About 5 years back, I went to a club that the Mayor of Newark’s son opened up. It was a big club, with a big dance floor, and it stayed open until 5:00. My cousins and I were sitting on a bench they had located by a door. We heard a “pop”. But no one moved. I thought it was someone stepping on a plastic cup. About five minutes later, all these people came “bum rushing“ towards us. I had been pushed down, to where I was squatting, underneath about 3 guys. All of a sudden I got this superhuman strength, and pushed all of them off me, on the ground and ran out the door. It was amazing, because I had on a skirt and 3 inch stilettos.

About 3 years back, my cousins and I went to a club in Newark (as you can see Newark is a “not-so-hot” place to party). We’re standing on the side, taking in the view, and we see people gathering around the door. So, we look out the window. Wouldn’t you know that there’s a car on fire, right next to my cousin’s truck. Once again, I’m in 3 inch heel boots, and I ran to the car like I was Flo Jo. The fire was on the driver’s side of the truck, so I had to climb through the passenger’s side to get to the drivers side and pull off. I jumped that seat so fast you would have thought I was jumping a hurdle. LOL!!!

Week Update

Hello blog world. This week was a busy week for me, so I wasn't able to post that much. I hope you all enjoyed my Brian McKnight video. Beware, I listen to all types of music, so one day, you may get R&B, the next Soft Rock, the next Alternative, etc. I think you get the point. :)

I was talking to Foxy and Red's sister the other day and we were talking about cars. It got me thinking about when I learned to drive, and the issues I had. I was about 12 years old, and my dad lived in Arizona. We went to visit for the summer, and he had just bought a truck; a 1985 Jimmy, stick shift, light blue. It was SO pretty, and from then on, I was in love with trucks. My dad takes my sister and I in the mountains, pulls over, gets out and says drive. Now, the first mistake, you don't let a 12 y/o, who thinks she "got the wheel" drive on narrow-ass windy roads up and down a mountain. But, to my amazement, I did good. We didn't fall down the side of the mountain :). I did, however, pull to the side of the road, in a patch of mud that was about 3 feet deep, and was stuck for about ten minutes. My dad was HOT!!!!! He did eventually get us out.

After he cooled off, he let me drive again. Now, for those of you who have driven a stick, you know that when you first learn, it's very difficult. Having to control the clutch, the gas, the brake, the stick (shift)... AAArrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! But, I'm a fast learner, so I got that down pretty quickly. What I didn't get down pretty quickly was downshifting. We were coming to s stop light, and the light was red. So my dad told me to downshift gears (I think I was in 4th gear). I downshifted from 4 to 3, from 3 to 2, and just as I was about to downshift to first, the light turns green. He says OK, now you're going slow enough to put it in 1st and step on the gas. OK, I got this, I said to myself. YEAH RIGHT!!! I shifted and stepped on the gas and we jerked the whole way through the light. I was trying to put in 1st, but it kept going into third. I'm cracking up the whole time, and he's screaming and yelling, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!?! PAY ATTENTION!!!!!!! PUT IT INTO FIRST!!!!!!!! I couldn't help it. It was so funny to me. My sister was laughing too.

Tell me your funny driving stories. I know I'm not the only one out there with funny "learning how to drive stories".

My favorite male singer

*Updated*

Some of you can't see the video in the right sidebar, so I'll tell you that my favorite singer is Brian McKnight, and the video is Anytime.


I love this man. I love his voice. It's so sexy, so sultry, so sensual. He can lull me..... ANYTIME!