Me and My Baby

You've seen how it looks on the model. This, of course, is me.

Random

Things I NEED:
1. A jump rope (the most feasible!)
2. A total gym (or something like it)
3. An elliptical machine

Things I NEEDED:
1. A long red dress! My baby bought it for me and had it shipped to my job. Can you believe that?! People were trying to get me to try it on, but I'm not wearing the right shoes and you KNOW how that can make or break an outfit.

Am I not the social butterfly lately? Last week was the housewarming, this week was a marriage re-committment event. The people can't seem to get enough of me. LOL. BUT, I got to wear my new red dress. And you know I was the best dressed up in that place! :) I would post a pic but Hello isn't working for me at the moment.

I like what Neena said about love in one of my previous posts. I think she hit the nail on head!

A Public Thanks

I received my Super G wireless USB adapter yesterday. I was so excited!! As soon as I got home I installed it and wouldn't you know it, my connection speed is beautiful! All thanks to NYABG. She bought me a gift certificate for Amazon.com for my birthday (May 25) and I only recently figured out what I needed (besides a ceramic flat iron).

Thank you!

To Love Or Not To Love

Do you think it's possible to truly fall in love with someone when you are already in love with someone else? What would make this possible (or not). If you find yourself falling for someone else, can it be stopped? How can you prevent yourself from getting in a situation like that?

(Don't get any ideas, I'm just throwing it out there.)

Yesterday...

...was a nice day. A couple from our church has retired and moved to the west coast of Florida, Cape Coral, and they had their house blessing/warming yesterday. I don't get out much but whenever I do that's when I remember how much I enjoy social settings. There was food, fun, and, of course, the football game. It was a two-hr drive but it was well worth it. Oh, in their garage they have an amazing piece of workout equipment. Hubby had fun coaching me on it. Now I want an elliptical machine and a total gym.

...was SP's birthday. She went out for Indian food and I really wanted to go, but that would have been too much activity in one day for this old woman. I did call her though and wish her a happy birthday.

...my husband was aggravated with me, but I made it up to him. :)

...I checked one of my friend's blogs and he moved it, but he won't tell me where! (He better email me!)

...was the day after the end of my church's evangelistic series. It was a blessing. The guest speaker was Pastor Keith Morris, and what a dynamic speaker he is! My husband has been diligently editing and rendering DVDs of the sermons. No more reports on that guy who was giving me the eye. Thanks to everyone who gave me much needed feedback on that situation. You gave me a lot to think about.

A La Sexy

Maybe I'm inherently sexy?? Maybe. Maybe not. Tiff had a good point about possibly taking some of the responsibility for attracting the aforementioned man's attention. I admit, most of the time I dress to impress. I like to know that I look at least decent if not down-right cute. Dressing "sexily" is not me though. I'm well aware that attire is not the only thing to attract the "eye" and I've been thinking about it. Now, I can add the bit of information that the man in question is a fellow church "brother." I see him (and his wife) just about every week. I like to believe that I'm not acting seductively esp while I'm going about the Lord's work. However, I admit, that I could be. So I talked to my husband about it. He doesn't see it either (he thinks I'm worth his eye 99% of the time. hehe). Regardless, I'll have a talk with God about it and I'll take mental notes on myself. (Benthebald, we'll talk about those scriptures you read.)

The Eye

There's a guy I know, an acquaintance, who's been giving it to me lately. The eye, that is, not "it." I started noticing it about a week ago. My immediate instinct was to continually act as if I didn't notice. I still do that. But I did mention it to my husband. He found it amusing. I told a friend of mine about it (benthebald) and he said my reaction was the best one. Anything else would be letting the guy know that I've noticed his attentions, and that would in effect encourage him to continue. I guess so. It's just a strange position to be in. I'm married and he knows it; he's married and he's knows I know it. Yet still.... Yes, it's nice to be "appreciated" but it's not so nice to be given an unwanted invitation.

I plan to continue on with my tact of acting as if I'm missing his cues. Hopefully he'll give up whatever it is he's trying to do.

My Bad

I know, I could have at least told you all that I'm back from my trek to Georgia. I got in about 1:30 am Wednesday morning. From there it was a looong day. I was fortunate in that my power got turned on sometime Tuesday. Once we flipped the switches in the fuse box, it didn't take long for me to get hot water for a shower and then jump into my OWN bed. That felt so nice.

What To Do?

True to form I'm in a bit of a quandary. Remeber a while back I said I wanted to write a book? Yeah. And remember the other day I said I've always been indecisive? Right. I really want to try my hand at finishing a book. Especially with NaNoWriMo starting November 1st, now would be a great time to try again. With all the zillion possible topics my problem is choosing one. Real-life documentary type? Fiction novel type? Person? People? Place? First-person narrative? Third-person? Superficial entertainment? Meaningful?

You see I have issues! LOL

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I'm still hanging out in Georgia. I almost don't want to go home. NOT because I love it here but because I'm not looking forward to going back to a musty house where the fridge had to be left open, the floor needs to be cleaned, and gas is in short supply but I'm still expected to go to work!

10+1 Dalmations

Walking contradictions? You tell me.

1. I'm shy but I like to be the "talk of the town" in a good way.


2. I have a mixed heritage (doesn't everyone). My father's side of the family is from Grenada. My mother's family is from Jamaica but that includes her Indian grandparents (from India) on her mother's side, and her Irish and English grandparents on her father's side.


3. I like decisive and confident men because I'm not.


4. I would love to move back to a place with seasons but I would so miss the sunny days of South Florida.


5. I have one child and would love more; I just can't seem to make it happen.


6. Once upon a time I wanted to be a judge but I didn't want to have to be a lawyer first.


7. I used to have a high metabolism - it takes more work now than it used to for me stay trim (read: I'm getting flabby).


8. I'm a girl who doesn't have many girlfriends - no patience.


9. In many ways, I'm the opposite of my mother. In other ways we're the same. (Profound, huh?)


10. I would love to be a social butterfly but I don't have the patience to get to know people.

You knew it was coming...

Wilma
The storm, I thought, was pretty bad. I heard of cars being turned over, we saw school portables and airplanes overturned. Concrete poles holding up power lines were broken from being pulled down by other poles; huge trees toppled over blocking streets; street signals swinging at dashboard height. Fortunately I had water, but of course no power. We were lucky to have a grill with gas as did our immediate neighbors.

I slept through most of the storm but I heard it battering the window - esp. the second half of the storm after the eye passed.

By Tuesday we decided we may as well leave South Florida and head on up to Jacksonville for a day since there was nothing else to do. My mother invited her neighbor so we ended up having to drive two vehicles. 60 miles later my car ran out of gas on the highway. Our efforts to find gas along the way were fruitless obviously. We did find one place but we got turned away because the 7 o'clock curfew was only a half hour away. The local hotels were full. K and K Jr were stuck on the highway and my mother's truck had less than half a tank left. My mother's neighbor didn't want to end up in Jax for two days so we figured the best thing to do was head back home, which we did. We left my baby (the TL) on the side of the road and went home. Dinner was rice cooked on the grill along with various other things we found around, and some soup. Wed morning we found that my father-in-law had some gas in a gas can. He drove with us the 60 miles north, refilled the truck, filled the gas can for the TL, and drove it the 60 miles back! And here we are in Albany, GA, at my sister's place. *whew* Of course, yet again, we didn't make it to Jax.

I suppose we'll head home on Sunday. Maybe we'll stop in Jax on the way back.

New Additions

Hey, All! Just wanted to let you know that I've recently added a few blogs to my blogroll:

What's da Buzz? - This girl, Lily, is on top of the entertainment scene

No Longer Confused - I've been reading her for a while but I figured I was being selfish keeping her to myself

JDid - a buy from my hometown of Toronto!

Stunner - writing from yawd (Jamaica)

Ben the Bald - a thirty-something yr-old friend of mine I've known since college

So Like Me

SP had a cool post about who would play her if there was a movie about her life. She didn’t know and I don’t know either. I thought and I thought but I just couldn’t think of anyone. But as I read on she also talked about how people see her versus how she sees herself and, of course, logically, I started thinking about myself.

At first glance most would find me "cold, emotionless, and intelligent" as I’ve been told. Those who know me think I have an answer for everything; that I’m argumentative. “Is there anything good about you, ShellyP?” I respond with a resounding “Yes!” My friends would also say that I’m sincere and caring, intelligent and articulate (what?).

As for myself, I agree that to the casual observer I appear uncaring. That’s because I really don’t care. I don’t care if people don’t agree with me, or if they don’t like what I’m wearing, what religion I am, or any of that. Intelligent and articulate? Ok, I certainly don’t feel that way most times. I’m shy (which is strange considering how much I claim to not care) and don’t like speaking in public. I do it if I have to but my body goes through a lot of stress beforehand. I feel like I struggle to find the words to say. Caring and sincere I agree with. Argumentative? Me? Yes, I’ll admit that I love a good fight, but you best come prepared cause according to benthebald if we’re arguing about apples I’ll throw some oranges in there. One of my main problems is that I have hard time choosing one thing. I remember back in high school during lunch nyabg and I would go by the corner store to buy some chocolate and it would take me, like, ten minutes standing in front of the display trying to decide what I felt like having. I still do that but I’m getting better. Things don’t tend to bother me too much unless I expect you to know better in which case I’ll wink at your ignorance. The fact that I can hide most of my emotions goes hand in hand with my seeming coldness I assume. You never know how close I am to breaking because I won’t give you that upper hand. And if I you think you see a chink in my armor, it’s probably because I’m letting you see it for a reason.

I used to be a ‘yes’ person (Ms. Giget, can you relate?). It was very difficult for me to say ‘no’ to most requests. Being married helped me to change that. My husband helps me to keep my priorities straight. Now, for the most part, I don’t have a problem saying ‘no’. As a matter of fact, I’ve gotten pretty good at it.

My self esteem is ok. It could be better but it has improved over the past few years as I’ve come into my own and realized my independence. I’ve been blessed with a great support system.

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What makes you feel sexy? The Princess mentioned jeans and a baby tee (#92). I’ve heard others talk about lacy undergarments. Some may say it’s wearing makeup or perfume or a particular hairstyle. What about a bubble bath? Silk sheets? How about you?

I think I found them!

http://duoboots.com/2_classic.php

Pour Some for the Lost

I have this thing about eating in my car - I love to do it. If it's a nice day I'll park in the shade, roll the windows down, recline the seat after turning on some music and eat my lunch. It doesn't matter if I'm alone or not. Usually it's just Sean Paul and I chilling - me eating, him singing. Those are good times. These times were more frequent before my job changed locations. Today, however, I had the luxury to indulge, but dang it if I didn't lose a black bean!

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A while back I introduced you to Steve. I don't know why I thought about him today, but I did. I said I would have loved him, but I believe I always have. That's not to say I would forego life as I know it to be with him, but it's the kind of love you have for someone who is close to your heart - not necessarily an erotic love. The last time I saw him I was in Toronto for a short period of time visiting my sick grandmother. I managed to track him down and he came by to see me. I bought grapes and strawberries for us to snack on. We sat in my grandmother's living room and talked and ate. He was pleasantly surprised that I prepared anything at all. Then he had to leave. We walked and talked and talked some more. What a sight we were standing on the sidewalk across the street from the subway station - me in my "I'm too cute Shirley Temple curls and semi-sophisticated outfit" and him in his rude boy gear - we looked like opposites. I didn't care. Just before he left we kissed for the first and last time, but dang it if I didn't wish we could stand there kissing forever!

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I found these on Manolo's Shoe Blog - they are so amazing! I have a problem with my calves being too skinny to fit into ANY boots I find. I did a search a couple of years ago and finally found the perfect leather boots made to fit, but dang it if I didn't lose the website!

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Love Suggestion: Go home and play in your loved one's hair today for at least 10 minutes. (You nasty people - I meant the hair on the top of his or her head!)

Long days. Short nights. Not enough sleep. No time to think.

I was talking to a friend on Friday and the question came up: Why do men feel the need to impregnate women? I mean, even men that have their own women - a guy will have a female friend and the thought of her having his baby will be a fleeting thought in his mind. Why is that??

I don't know what would happen, but I would NOT be the one!! Check this out - an 18-yr old 'girl' moves out of her mom's house and into a friend's basement, but she's suing her parents for child support so she can go to college!!

I have no words for this. You can't have your cake and eat it too. If you think you're grown enough to move out and live by your own rules, then go ahead, but think you can force me to support you. Shoot. I'd have to put all my money in some offshort account or something!

I Wonder

...if the Princess would approve of these?

What To Say?

What do you tell someone who is quickly losing faith in marriage? I have a good friend (no, I'm not talking about myself) who is contemplating getting married. He says he doesn't have many examples of successful marriages to look at. What can I say? He says too many marriages end in divorce, and even if they don't, a lot of times the couples aren't happy. I point to mine and he agrees that it's a'ight. But that's about it. Any ideas on how I could help him to regain the lost faith?

I Didn't Deserve It

I've guess I've gotten on someone's good side. I went in to work this morning only to find a tin of cookies waiting for me on my desk. Apparently, one of my co-workers made good on his promise to reward my efforts of fixing bugs for his project.

Ceramic Iron

My sister recently purchased a ceramic iron. When I called her up and asked her how she liked it she told me that she loved it. So, being the product junkie that I am I went out and bought one ($70). I currently have the old style metal flat iron that you put into a ceramic oven. I burned myself and my hair a few times with that one. The ceramic one is electric and has multiple settings. So far I love it. Although I read reviews on the particular model that I bought and it got low marks for reliability. I'll be returning it this week and buying a better model ($127)...eventually. In the meantime it has worked wonders in my hair. My hair is now pretty much how I've always it to be. There has usually always been a trade-off: stick-straight permed hair that's easily damage and has to be roller-set and re-permed every few months, or natural thick frizzy curls that can't be worn loose, or flat-ironed straight and frizzy and dry and damaged. Now, it's none of those. It's soft, not sticky (I only use one heat-protectant product on it and that's it), smooth, thick, straight, full, and healthy. I've gotten many requests from girlfriends who want to come over and have me try the iron in their hair. I just smile.

You've seen the front. Here's the back.

Me and HIM


More here ->

3 More Things

THREE THINGS I DON’T UNDERSTAND:
[1] unconscious drivers (those unaware of their surroundings and are inconsiderate)
[2] how anyone could hurt a child
[3]

THREE THINGS ON MY DESK (at work):
[1] a wedding picture of me and my husband
[2] a picture of my friend/co-worker's son
[3] my daily work journal

THREE THINGS I’M DOING RIGHT NOW:
[1] trying to answer these questions
[2] watching Sid eat dinner
[3] mentally preparing myself for a 4-hr drive

THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
[1] be financially independent
[2] write a book
[3] travel the world

THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
[1] frustrate people
[2] figure things out
[3] make my husband laugh

THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:
[1] quiet
[2]
[3]

THREE THINGS I CAN’T DO:
[1] whistle
[2] tell an outright lie
[3] not feel deeply when something really good or really bad happens

THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:
[1] God
[2] your conscience
[3] the people you know love you unconditionally (but still evaluate their advice)

THREE THINGS I DON’T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:
[1] You can learn something from everything and everyone, but you shouldn't necessarily follow through with the advice.
[2]
[3]

THREE THINGS YOU SAY:
[1] really, now?
[2] Sidney, I love you.
[3]

THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:
[1] my husband's tilapia dinner
[2] my husband's mom's soup
[3] Longhorn's chocolate stampede

THREE THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO LEARN:
[1] how to be more of a people-person
[2] cosmetology
[3] doing voice overs

THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:
[1] lemonade
[2] water
[3] sprite

THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID:
[1] Voltron
[2] Electric Company
[3] Flintstones
[4] Thundercats
[5] Smurfs
[6] The list goes on, and on, and on....

THREE THINGS YOU WISH PEOPLE WOULD LEARN TO DO:
[1] be honest with themselves
[2] not judge others
[3] be more logical

As you can tell, I had a bit of trouble answering these questions.

"My Peepz"

A fellow blogger is trying to do something. Let's give him some support! BrothaBuck has designed a calendar and he'd like to introduce you to his characters. Meet "My Peepz" here. And if you can, send him some feedback. Good or bad, I'm sure he would love to hear from you.

I played hookie today

I took the day off from work. I guess you can tell by the post title. *shrug* There's something to be said for not being at work when you're supposed to be. It's different than a holiday or a hurricane day. I spent the day with my boo. We hung out, ran errands, picked up Sid early from daycare. It was nice. And now I have a short work week to look forward to. Plus, hopefully I'll be in Jacksonville on Thursday signing the closing papers on one of our properties that we're selling. Then we only have one other to get rid of. I tell you, tenants can be a pain in the behind. Why people feel they have the right to live for free while you have to fight to keep your property is beyond me. These people in our other property are driving me crazy. They're preventing potential buyers from even looking at the house and besides paying the mortgage every month I have to pay to evict them! It's not like I'm rolling in dough. Even if I was, other people's children are not my responsibility!

At the risk of sounding fanatical

If I didn't make this post, I wouldn't be true to myself.

This morning I attended part of a 24-hr prayer session at my church. It began Friday at 6 pm. The Sabbath School department was responsible for leading out from 6 am to 10 am Saturday morning. Trying to be responsible (since I had to ask all of my secretaries to also be there at various times during our segment) I got there just in time. It was only a few of us at first. There were some sincere prayers and testimonies and as others showed up they joined in. One particular lady came and changed my morning.

I never attend these sessions expecting anything. As a matter of fact, I've only been to one other event similar to this one - it was a sunset to midnight prayer session some years ago. I remember leaving the church with such a feeling of peace and harmony. I can't even begin to explain. The following Sabbath morning service was unlike any I had ever had before or since. But still, I went this morning expecting to fulfill my duty and go home and take a nap. We have regular prayer meetings every Wednesday night, but it's not the same. It feels too routine, too...forced.

As we stood there one lady came and poured out her heart about the burden she felt for her children. She was so sincere. Her three oldest children (of five), when they were home in Jamaica, were in the church. But in seeking a better life for her family she brought them all here and I feel she almost regrets it. Sometimes she doesn't know where they are for days at a time. I couldn't imagine her pain and guilt. As a visiting brother prayed for her children by name I couldn't have spoken even if I wanted to. All I could was think of Sidney, and all the other children, and all the broken-hearted parents.

Other prayers went up for various things like healing and thanks and forgiveness. This last one again made me realize how far short I fall from being the person I should be.

By 8:30 am I left to come home and get the rest of my family. I didn't really want to leave. The closeness and the fellowship and the open hearts were healing to the spirit. I wish we had more prayer sessions like this. Not necessarily 24 hours, and not necessarily set up for a specific time each week or month, but as the Holy Spirit prompts.

This one thing I can say for certain, I would rather live my life as a God-fearing Christian and die wrong, than to live my life to please myself not believing in God and be wrong.

In the News

SOUTH FLORIDA, USA (Spinn Press) - Contrary to popular belief, ShellyP has not gone AWOL.

ShellP has been sighted at various locations around town including her job, out walking with her family, and at home cleaning out her garage of old college notes. All of this occurred only yesterday with not as much planned for today. Experts say that while these sightings would seem to imply a leisure life, ShellyP is far from relaxed. "ShellyP is quite busy. I'm surprised she found time to attend that two-year old's birthday party this past Sunday," once source close to ShellyP was quoted as saying. "I really wish I had more time to spend with my family," ShellyP said when recently questioned about her life. "I want to be able to set my own schedule and not have to check the budget just to go grocery shopping." Although these sentiments ring true for many people, ShellyP is working on plans to turn things around for herself and her family. The media has been following her life closely over the past few years and it's not expected that that will change anytime soon.

ShellyP's future plans have not yet been released.

MIA

It would appear that that's what I have been - missing in action. Actually, I decided to take a break, not from blogging, per se, but from work. My blog was an an innocent bystander that got dragged in against it's will.

It started out as a weekend trip to Albany, Georgia, to visit my sister. It ended up being a road trip - South Florida to Albany, Georgia, to Toronto, Canada, then back again in the same order. It was me, my husband, Sidney, and my mother. Sid, as usual, was the best travel partner. He slept, he ate, he kept himself and the rest of us amused. During the last leg of the trip he was through with the ride though. He was calling, "Mommy, mommy. Get me out."

Toronto was nice. The crime was shocking. Some record homicide numbers the past few months. Every weekend kids are killing kids. I hear that the neighborhood I used to live in, cabs won't even go there anymore. As a matter fact, the local newspaper is doing a 7-part story on the crime in that particular area.

Met up with tons of family. I even managed to surprise nyabg by attending her housewarming party. That was one of the incentives for my going on the trip in the first place.

Of course, no trip is complete without some sort of drama, of which we had our share. On the way to Albany, the tranny on my TL-S went...again. We're on our fourth transmission now. Fortunately, it's a known problem so Acura swaps it out with a new one and off we go - almost. It was Friday, 4 pm before a long weekend, no new tranny in sight, a trip to Canada on the line. As it turned out, Acura will be reimbursing us for part of the rental we had to get - a Mazda mini van. That meant no more miles on my car and a roomier ride. Not bad. That was drama #1. Drama #2 involved me and my husband spending six hours of the next Friday night in an emergency ward because he was having chest pains. Fortunately, after $300 and another bill to come, the doctor determined it wasn't his heart, which was, undoubtedly, a relief. They figure it's some other muscle spasm thing going on. I think it may be related to a hand injury he got not a week before.

I've never been so glad to be back in my own bed.

A Week Late and a Million Dollars Short

I'm glad that Diggs and Gian are ok.

I wish there was something I could do. I donated some money through my company who matched all donations. I didn't think about giving blood but I can do that too. What else can I do? Suggestions?

For The Curious

Edit: How could I forget the nasty weather? We thankfully survived another hurricane with minimal inconvenience to ourselves, but a lot others were not so fortunate. Not to mention the rainy season in general where every day it pours at least once, sometimes twice for the day, for weeks at a time. The sun still shines brightly which can be disconcerting but I've gotten used to it. So, the rain (and the fact that we're surrounded by water) causes constant humidity. Oh boy, let me stop. I could go on, and on, and on....

I'm a Canadian. I would say "through and through" but that's not entirely true anymore. I became a naturalized US Citizen about five years ago. I moved to Florida way back in 1991. It feels like a lifetime ago. Well, being 14 years ago, I guess that is a lifetime. I didn't want to leave my hometown of Toronto. My mother left a year ahead of me allowing me to finish my last year in high school. That was a good year. I lived with my grandparents right in the city on one of the main roads. But eventually the year ended. I vowed to keep in touch with all of my friends, and I did for a while. I used to write draft letters and then write the "good copy" like we used to do for papers in school. (That's one reason I love email - because I can type and delete and reword phrases effortlessly.)

I moved down just in time to start university. I literally arrived the week before school started. What can I say about this place. Florida is nice place to visit, but I didn't want to live here. I came with an open mind, but that closed pretty quickly. I never experienced racism until I moved here. I barely knew what racism was. I'm sure that racism existed in Toronto also, but it must be have been more covert because I was totally unaware of it. With respect to the culture, I liken Toronto to a garden salad, not a melting pot. That was one of my biggest issues with Florida. I couldn't understand it. I couldn't understand the ever-present emphasis on "the man" or the idea of being held down. I couldn't understand the negative attitudes towards a whole race of people. I found it all to be extremely frustrating. I wish everyone understood the importance of travelling, or at least learning about other cultures.

Geographically, Florida leaves much to be desired. The seasons don't change. I miss the colors of Autumn, the icicles and snow of winter, the new life of spring, and the dry heat of summer. My first Christmas was strange, to say the least.
And don't even talk about the topography, everything is flat. Plus, you can't get around without a vehicle since everything is so spread out. Of course there is no subway. And I know there's really no need for brick homes down here, but I miss those two.

So why am I still here, 14 years later, you ask? I decided to grin and bear it the first few years because I had to. But with time came roots. My husband found me and now we have a family, not to mention a lot of extended family that live nearby. Yes, we could still leave, but there are other factors to take into consideration. From time to time I bring up the idea of moving but we don't get very far in our discussions. We both fell in love with Germany when we visited but I know moving there is just a pipedream.

The Latest Question

Edit: Me and my "local" mindset assumed everyone just knew I was referring to Naples, Florida. Boy, do I WISH I had it the way Brotha Buck thought. Just goes to show how tired I was.

I'm in Naples right now. It's 1:41 am and I'm beat. We got here only 2.5 hrs ago after a long full productive day at church. I would have much rather waited until daylight on Sunday to head out, but K was insistent on coming Saturday night. So here I am, tired and restless.

Oh, I remember what question I wanted to pose to you. (Hopefully you made it past my rambling!)

• I believe God gave us marriage for companionship.
  
  I don't want to be old and alone, I can tell you that much. I want to share my joys and sorrows with a sympathizing/empathizing person who actually cares how I feel. And really, there's nothing like being open and free with someone you totally trust who feels the same way about you.



• I believe God gave us marriage for "legal" sex.
  
  Of course, with this comes the obligation to actually HAVE SEX with our spouses. I don't want to harp on this subject too much since we touched on it before, but I gotta put in a plug for the undersexed spouse (male or female). *Hint* If he's asking for some go ahead and give it to him with a smile. He'll be happy and in turn strive to make you even happier. It's an amazing cycle. Women, we have to realize the power we wield!



• There's no doubt He gave us marriage for "legal" procreation.
  
  I don't have much to say on this one. I remember when I was pregnant and especially after Sid was born, the thought that he was a product of the two of us amazed me. It still does. He is a perfect combination of the two of us.

Do you agree or disagree with the statements I made? What is the purpose of marriage? (Not what is marriage.) There's no right or wrong answer I just want to know your thoughts.

My Dreams

I am notorious for having crazy dreams. I've especially noticed that the older I've gotten, the more my surroundings affect my subconscious. Take yesterday, for example, when a few uninteresting things happened. SP sent me a link to the local newspaper with an article about how blogs can sometimes bite and they referred to dooce.com. Part of my dream later that night involved me visiting Ohio which sort of looked like San Francisco to meet up with dooce's creator, Heather Armstrong. Nevermind that she lives in Utah. In my dream, she lived in a penthouse of sorts atop a six or seven story building. While I was up there, of course, there was an earthquake.

I saw the safe landing of the navy plane last night also, so what else do you think was a part of my dream? Apparently my husband has a friend who owns a jet fighter and he offered to take me and Sidney on a joy flight, which was very cool.

Oh yeah, and I forget the part of the dream where one of my coworkers emails everyone in the team and emphasizes the fact that I, among a few others, have not yet filled out my trip report about the Human Computer Interaction Conference I attended in Las Vegas almost three weeks ago.

When I was young my dreams were not nearly as complex. Like the one where I was dressed as my superheroine idol, Wonder Woman, and I got sucked down the bathtub drain and ended up on the other side of the world, in China. Or the one where I was running from Count Dracula through a department store in my pink slippers.

Life was so much simpler then.

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Taking Too Long To Update

I know it's taking me way too long to give ya'll an update on my trip. Really, now, you know nothing interesting happened. The city of sin had no hold on me. First off, I was surprised to see slot machines at the airport. I should have known. I took the shuttle to Bally's. It was 8:30 at night at the city was live. As I walked into the hotel lobby the first thing that hit me was the smoke. I was beat so I checked in and found my way to my room...on the 22nd floor. What a view I had the next day! I settled in, took my shower and got on the innanet and waited for my babies to arrive. The whole trip planning had happened so quickly. That's a whole 'nother (almost bitter ending) story. Anyway, they got in after 11. The next three days saw me getting up at 7 and getting back to the room at 6:30. I'd meet the babies for lunch and the rest of the time they were on their own to wander the streets while I sat through presentation and presentation. Monday night, K's old high school friend took us to the old Strip where we ate talked and ate fried twinkies. Tuesday evening we toured the expensive shops and wandered the various hotels. Wednesday was more of the same but that day also included packing and rushing to catch our midnight flight. Sidney was great. We made sure to wear him out beforehand so by the time he got on the plane he was ready to sleep. 100+ degree weather will do that to you.

I did say that I would eat well, and boy did I ever. No expense was spared when it came to my food. Ok, I didn't splurge and buy dessert, but that's cause I was too full from the drinks (virgin), appetizers, and entree.

No pictures. We were bad. We brought the camera but....

I can honestly say, though, that I was one of the cutest conference attendees. I was always dressed to impress (which I did). But the important thing is that I learned a lot. I took copious notes and I bought three relevant books on usability. Now I have to sit down and put together my trip report for distribution in the office. I better do it soon before I forget everything and I'm not able to decipher my notes!

Anything else going on in my life besides the bills? Not really. Trying to sell my car. It's a silver 2002 Acura TL-S with 89000 miles on it.

I'm not back in the swing of things at work yet. It's been three days and I don't feel like I've done anything productive. What do I want to do? I want to post some more relationship related questions. I like to read your responses. But that will have to be another day. Gotta go play with my toy (hehe).

5 Thangs List

Ten Years Ago
I was 21 years old and in college. The youngest of my friends, they made a big deal out of my finally becoming a real adult.

Five Years Ago
I had no idea I was about to meet my husband.

One Year Ago
I had high hopes of having multiple streams of income.

Yesterday
I got a reality check going through my bills that I'm nowhere near where I wanted to be at this time.

Today
I feel like I haven't done any work all week so far and it's Wednesday already.

Tomorrow
I'll still go to work and not feel like doing anything.

Five Snacks I Enjoy
pineapple slices, seltzer water, grapes & strawberries, almost anything with chocolate, nutri-grain peanut butter granola bars

Five Bands I Know All The Words To Their Music
None that I can think of.

Five Things I Would Do With $1,000,000
Pay tithe & offering, pay off all my debts, buy real estate, give some to my mother/sister/mother-in-law, move to a new house on a bigger lot.

Five Lodations I Would Like To Run Away To
Venice, Italy; Cairo, Egypt; Barcelona, Spain; The Cayman Islands; Toronto, Canada

Five Bad Habits
grind my teeth at night; play devil's advocate; sit on my legs; eat junk food; I'm an impulse buyer (sometimes) (SP says I'm obsessed with shoes)

Five Things I Like Doing
spending time with my family; looking cute; helping others; getting/giving affection; reading

Five TV Shows I Like
Girlfriends, Kim Possible, That's So Raven, Star Trek, ER

Five Famous People I'd Like To Meet
Jesus; Jada Pinkett-Smith maybe?; Angelina Jolie?; Ooh, Morris Chestnut!; uh, Bill & Hilary Clinton

Five Biggest Joys At This Moment
Sidney; K; working for the Communication Dept of my church; (I guess that's it then)

Five Favorite Toys
K, K, K, K, K

Five People Plus Two Who Have Been Tagged
Hmm, who can I torture? proactiff, n.y.a.b.g, picasso the grey, ms. giget, neena, lawda, devasT (you all have Aziza to thank for this!)

I Made It

Yeah, so here I am in the hotel room just about ready to go to bed. It's only 10:40 pm on Sunday but my body thinks it's 1:40 am on Monday. Of course, the city is alive, and it's calling to me. "At least walk the strip for an hour," it's saying. "Check out the slot machines in lobby at least," it whispers. But I'm too tired. I have clothes to iron, a shower to take, a cold bed waiting to remind me how much I love my own bed. But tomorrow night I'll be better rested and ready to take on the lights and whatever else the city wants to throw at me (that can be legitimately expensed). Hey, I may not see a show but at least I'll eat well.

I'm off to Vegas

Wouldn't you know it? There's a conference I really want to go to, but it's in Las Vegas. I told management about it about three months ago. They finally decided on Friday at 4:30 pm to say 'yes'. (I understand that I'm the only one in my office that does what I do and with our product going to a beta site they were afraid to have me unavailable to fix potential problems, but still.) What that meant was a mad rush to book my flights and get me registered. Lizzy was an angel staying with me til 6 pm getting everything just right. I owe her big time. So, I'm leaving at 3 something tomorrow and won't be back until Thursday morning. I'm bringing my laptop and my webcam, of course. Don't know how diligent I'll be in bringing you updates from the Strip, but I'll try.

Til next time, viva Las Vegas!

I'm working on it....

It went. I went. It was good.

My friend, Rainy, is Misty's neighbor. Misty was the one having the going-away get-together last night. I've known Rainy since college. I really like having her as a friend. Our relationship is so simple. We can not talk for years but when we hook up it's like old times. Well, I've been endeavoring to be a more frequent friend so I've been making more of an effort to call her up this past year, esp. when she was expecting. Anyway, last night she called and left a message asking if I was going to Misty's. When I called her back I confirmed my attendance but I told her I really wanted to come by and see her baby girl. She promised to try to keep little mama awaky for the ten minutes it would take me to get there. Unfortunately, I didn't make it in time. Little mama was out. We sat and talked for a bit and looked at baby pictures and then I figured I should head over to Misty's since her scheduled timeframe was 5-11 pm and it was already 9:30 pm. Rainy went back with me and that's where it got interesting. As I walked in I was greeted by quite a few familiar faces - some of whom I hadn't seen in ten years. Didn't have much time to catch up because I really wanted to scope out Misty's new man. He wasn't hard to spot. He wasn't as GQ as I expected but he was cute enough. I guess they'd make a nice couple. He seemed friendly and helpful enough. Apparently he's a brainiac too. Hey, if Misty's happy (she is) then I'm happy for her. After seeing him I decided to "work the room" with Rainy in tow, so to speak. I think I spoke to 99% of the people there. That's quite odd for me. Remember, I'm not a people person; I'm more of a people watcher, which leads me and Rainy to a comfortable corner of the room with the perfect view of most people in room. Now how can I put this mildly...we some good laughs from the vantage point of that corner. It was all good though. Aside from being accosted by a three-year old every few minutes (Sidney taught me well how to handle toddlers), we met some cool people. We had a good time. Right when Rainy was about to leave (at 11) I decided I was hungry. By the time I finally made it back to her house where my keys were, it was 11:30. (Aside: Where were my babies, you might be wondering? They went to some graduation celebration my pseudo-cousin was having.) Rainy and I and her torn-ligament foot husband talked and laughed some more. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time; you know the kind of laughing that makes you cry. I had planned to be home by midnight (a mama's curfew, you know) but I didn't leave Rainy's til 12:30.

So this post was supposed to be about Misty's event, but yet again, you can read my heart is really feeling the good friend time rather than the get-together time.
Although, the get-together gave us some good fodder for our conversations!

I'm tired, I'm restless, and I'm ready for this project at work to be over. I need to be able to get on with my life. At least I've been pretty consistent with my bike riding in the evenings.

Is that so wrong?

SP and I sort of share a mutual friend. I say "sort of" because this friend is much more SP's than she is mine. But anyway, this friend is having a going-away get-together. I plan on attending but I can't afford a going-away gift. Tell me: do I have to buy something in order to be welcome?? When I told SP I wasn't bringing a gift, she looked at me like I was crazy. But I'm not kidding. A card I can do but that's about it. I tend to be quite a generous person. My friends know that. I'm frugal, but I when I have some dollars I spread the wealth. I would expect that my friends also understand that if I can't give, it doesn't mean I've switched to being cheap, it just that I don't have the means.

Regardless, should I not go or will a card suffice?

What is the color of love?

I went to the park during lunch yesterday. I was feeling so restless at work. I dragged a co-worker with me. We didn't know what we wanted to eat but we were hungry. But I didn't want to talk about anything I just wanted to DO something. So I drove. And we ended up at the park. We found some swings. I haven't been on a swing in years. But there they were, in the middle of an unshaded grassy area. We got out of the car and I trudged over to the swings, in my black top and heels. Did I mention the sun was out? There were two sets of swings. Three swings for little kids and three swings for older kids. I picked one of the latter and sat down and started to swing. I almost felt like a kid again. Except I kept seeing my heels. And my butt was starting to burn. I remember not having much fear as a child. I would swing really high and then jump off. I thought, for a minute, about trying it. Then I remembered I'm not 10 anymore. Plus, I'd probably have twisted my ankle. We swung for a while, til my behind couldn't take the searing pain anymore. I have a good friend. We sat together on a bench in the shade afterwards. Then I thought I really shouldn't let him starve so we left to find something to eat.

There aren't that many people who I consider tried and true friends. B has been around since college. Thanks to me (and I never let him forget it) he has a great-paying job *and* he gets to work with me. We sit in opposite cubes. We talk all the time. All. The. Time. He's good peeps. His wife is cool. His children are my children (not literally, but you know what I mean). I love them.

Me and my crazy babies!

Edit: You guys are so crazy! Thanks for the compliments. Btw, the whole dress is the same material as the bodice. K likes the dress too. As for the couches, I fell in love with them when I first saw them. I guess they're a sort of wine color. And the legs. Welllll....

Here I am about to get my grub on (again) after the wedding with some wedding cake. The real purpose of this post is to show some of the detail of my dress.

Can We Do Better, cont'd

Got some interesting feedback on my post about how to keep a man. I particularly liked the advice Anon 1 gave - very practical advice. Men, if you have anything to add to that, let us know!

Where am I going with all this? Hey, I'm always open to learning new things. Things I can use to make my relationship even better. This forum seems like as good a way as any to get input from others. And with it being public, maybe others can read and learn and apply.

That said, let's expand on the previous post. We know guys are not the best at taking 'hints' as to what we want or like, when we're ready, etc. They say we're complicated. Men, what do you find confusing about us? Women, what do you wish men understood about you?

My Cousin's Wedding

So yesterday we went to my cousin's wedding. It was really nice. I had a good enough time. The church was nicely decorated. The bridesmaids wore a lilac color. The party was huge, like six bridesmaids, a maid of honor, a matron of honor, two best men, six groomsmen, jr bride, flower girl, bible-bearer, kind of huge. Her dress was beautiful - simple and sophisticated. I don't know how much she spent but I really liked it. I would post a pic but my husband said not unless I get her permission. Overall, she looked amazing to me. I couldn't take my eyes off her. All the times I've seen her she draws me with her poise, her confidence, her beauty, her intelligence. She's a few years younger than me but she has impressed me greatly which is not easy to do since I'm so critical. All of those who toasted her said all of the things I already mentioned. I'm wasn't suprised. Her husband to me has been an associate of mine for years. I had to get over that weirdness because I knew him way back when he dated this other girl I know. Anyway, they met just before she moved to NY from California. She must have spent a year in NY and then she moved here. And in all that time, approx two years, they say they have never even kissed. Kudos to them. I thought *I* was a tough nut to crack. I guess not! I wish them the best. I know they'll be happy and successful and give me many cousin babies!

Another Pet Peeve

Most people who know me know that I can't stand inconsiderate drivers. Well, I just recently realized that I have another pet peeve that gets under my skin almost as must. Recently someone came to me and said that someone told her to come to me because I had something for her, but she's not going to tell me who. I barely know the lady and I didn't have anything for her. But what bothered me is that she had to make a point (and re-emphasize the fact) that she's wouldn't tell me who sent her? What's the big deal? Was it really necessary to 'protect' the identity of her source? And if so, why even tell me that you're not going to tell me?! I would never have known that anyone "sent her" if she didn't mention it. Maybe I'm just over-sensitive. I can't put my finger on exactly why it bothers me so much. I know I won't stop thinking about it til I do.

Me?

After the wedding

You didn't miss anything

I apologize for the confusion. I was a busy bee the other night (when I took a half) and so I ended up with three posts in one evening.

And, I know, I'm such a tease, promising new looks and stuff. Don't worry. A change is coming. I'm still working late though so it'll have to be next week sometime.

Webcam

We bought a webcam today. It is THE COOLEST THING!

Can We Do Better?

Edit: Hubby wants ya'll to know, that this post is not referring to our relationship.

Men are just as complex as women. I don't think that fact is emphasized enough. Men are expected to be 'men'. But they have feelings too. Just because they may not cry does not mean that they don't hurt. I came across an interesting post yesterday, "I now believe that it's not really sex that I crave. Nor is it love. I have both already. The sex could be better and more frequent, but it's not like we never, ever do it. And the love is there in abundance. No, it's not sex or love that I crave. It's desire. And by that I mean that I crave a relationship with a woman who really, truly desires me. A woman who lusts after me." This was written by a married man who loves his wife. Women, why do we let our men suffer like this. I know, we're not the only guilty party, but let's focus on our part for now. If your man doesn't feel desired, he will look for someone who will desire him. Don't doubt it. He WILL. And you know what? He will find someone or someones who will do for him what his woman won't. And then what? If and when he cheats, whose fault is it? Yes, he's grown and he can choose to not break the vow. Biblically, his woman can leave him. But is she really an innocent party?

My questions then are, what can we do to keep our men? How do we keep them interested? What big or little things can we do to show our desire for our mate?

I took a half day from work today. Girl issues. They don't usually plague me so I knew something was 'off'. Went to the doctor's instead. After ordering a pregnancy test and an ultrasound he left me to myself. So I sat. And I wondered. And I started psyching myself up, preparing for the worst. Another miscarriage. I tell you, I almost started crying right there in the office thinking of all the horrible things that could be wrong. What if I couldn't have any more kids from some complications or something? Well, turned out I was worried for nothing. (Or so he said.) My 'timer' was off a little bit. Not a miscarriage cause the pregnancy test came back negative. So I went home and rode my bike.

Let's Talk About Me, Shall We?

O, why not? It's my blog. May as well show the vain side of me (like you've never seen that side of me before).

Recently I asked a couple of my friends what makes me desirable. (I know, this assumes that I am desirable, but I thought that was a safe assumption to make.) And I got back some interesting answers...

1. It's just you. You know when you just like everything about someone and you can't put your finger on why exactly you find them attractive? (My response was "No, I always know why I find someone attractive.)
2. Smart and slimly sexy
3. You have never been anything less than a lady... anything less than caring, respectful and attentive.
4. Intelligent.
5. Funny.
6. Good to talk to (when you finally open up).
7. Nice figure.
8. Opinionated (there are men that DO NOT like that trait in women).
9. Covertly sexy.
10. Difficult\impossible to “conquer.”
11. I liked your voice (hubby said that one)
12. Nice smile. I liked your teeth. (hubby said this one too)

I'm not sure why I asked them that question. Maybe I was feeling like an old married woman, I don't know. But they made me smile. That's what friends are for. Thanks guys!

Today is my anniversary!

Four years and counting.... I always say I wish we got married earlier but I wouldn't have been ready for him. So, I have to make the most of what time we do have. Maybe buy a lei and grass skirt a la Tiff. :) Or maybe just a lei? hehe.

To All The Men In My Life

For the love of men, I have to say HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!

I've mentioned it before but it can't hurt to say it again - I have been so blessed by the men that God has put in my life throughout the years. They have inspired me, taught me, protected me, encouraged me, loved me. I am so grateful for them. ALL of them.

I have friends who are fathers. I am always amazed at how time has flown. Most of them I have known since college. The days of carefree youth, fun, studying, our whole lives ahead of us. Now we're the grown-ups, the responsible ones. Happy Father's Day to You, my friends!

My stepgrandfather was the father I never had. I love him so much. He was the first man who ever apologized to me. He didn't have to. Back in my day, children had to respect their elders whether the adult was right or wrong. He didn't have to apologize to me. An adult saying sorry to a child was unheard of. And at the time I was so surprised I didn't know what to say. But I never forgot. And when it was my turn to apologize to him, I did it not because it was expected of me, but because I respected him so much I felt he deserved it. Happy Father's Day to You, Yappy!

My father-in-law is so amazing. He's the sweetest man and he treats me like a princess. He embraced me from the beginning. He's calls me "daughter." Anything I ask, I know he will oblige. Happy Father's Day to You, Dad!

My husband is the love of my life. He is everything. He is my heart. He's my baby daddy. (Sometimes he's my daddy. Is that TMI?) I want him in my life forever. One of the things that attracted me to him in the first place was parenting. He loves his children. He wants the best for them. I knew he would be a good father if we had children together. We only have one right now. I'm working on making that "child" a "children." Happy Father's Day to You, Baby! I love you.

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SP lent me some books last Friday. I started reading, "The Devil Wears Prada." I'm so superficial, I know.

Btw, I added SP to my blogroll. Check her out.

Look Out!

A change is gonna come. Funny thing is, I've been planning to change the look of my blog but I've been so busy (you know - b.u.s.y). And I'm noticing that quite a few others have gone through some changes also. Mine will come. I 'stole' some time today to work on a new logo. Soon to be unveiled...I hope!

It'll be friday in a few minutes. I'm so glad. I'll get some much needed rest this Sabbath!

Reading

I recently finished reading "Gotham Diaries" by Tonya Lewis-Lee (Spike Lee's wife) and Crystal McCrary Anthony. Excellent Read! I wished the story didn't end. But now I'm left feenin' for another book to read. Yes, I have my stash but those books are packed away in boxes. Does anyone have any recommendations on a good next book? Fictional or not, it doesn't matter.

I'm Not Guilty

Or am I? Should I be held accountable for my apparent neglect of my blog? Certainly you jest! I'm not guilty on any counts of intended neglect. But do you remember my job? The one I love? Yeah, that one. Well, they have me under a strict deadline. I should be working right now, but I don't feel guilty. My brain needs a break. I've been pulling these crazy hours. Even coming in on the weekend! *gasp* I miss my family. I have pictures all around but that's no substitute for the time I'm losing, missing out on Sid's developments. I know, it's only a month out of my life, but so much can happen in that time. My only solace is that Sid isn't spending all of his time at daycare - he's there about 6 hours a day, sometimes less.

I miss reading you all too. I don't even have time for that. By the time I get home my husband tells me to go to bed so I can wake up the next morning and not be so tired. If he catches me online....

Oh, the good news is my business (conference) trip to Vegas at the end of July has been approved (yay)! I'm looking forward to it, can you tell? Pics will definitely follow!

Spend Update

Ya'll would never believe! Someone gave me a 20% off coupon for Macy's that expired today. So, I did the logical thing: I brought all my shoes back and re-bought the two I intended to keep. I REALLY made out like a bandit!
Savings 1: in Orlando I paid 6.5% tax; in FLL I only paid 6%
Savings 2: the Unisa's were on sale for almost half off plus I got 20% off
Savings 3: I returned the black Unisa's
I'm so excited! I know Tiff and SP are exited for me too.

On the downside, we all went to the dentist for our biannual cleaning. My mouth hurts.

Me and My Baby at the Banquet

Me at the Couples' Retreat Banquet

Verdicts and Such

Black vs Pink Unisas: As much as I LOVE the black Unisas, they're going back. I was apprpriately reminded that nice black pumps are easy to find while pink ones are not.

Anne Klein vs Versace: Definitely keeping the Versace glasses. Still on the fence about the AKs.

Just finished reading The Hamptons.

Currently reading Gothem Diaries.

This weekend we went to a couples' retreat in Marco Island. The kids, of course, we left with various respectable guardians. Sid stayed with his favorite teacher from daycare. He didn't ask for me all weekend. But he did ask for his Daddy a couple of times after two days of not seeing him. So while I was half-agonizing over how he was doing he wasn't even thinking of me! Regardless, we had a good time. Don't think I need to fill you in on the agenda this time though.

Pictorial Review

My Versace glasses and Coach watch

My Anne Klein's

My gold sandal pump thingys

Black Unisa's

Or pink Unisa's?

Trip Report

Preface
K spent Thursday throwing up due to a stomach virus

Act I Scene I - Friday Night
K was too sick to drive but determined to make it to Orlando come what may = I had to drive the whole three hours.
(in unison) "Chunky butt blue!"
(one kid says) "I saw it first! You cheated!"
(other one says) "How you gonna say I cheated?"
(sid says) "Chunky butt white!"

Act I Scene II - Still Friday Night
We arrive in Kissimmee, a half hr south of Orlando, just after 11 pm. We stayed at my "cousins" house. 3900 sq ft. Twice the size of my own house and three times as many garages. Each of the older children had a room. My suite I had to share with my husband and youngest child. We had our own bathroom and our bedroom opened onto an enclosed side patio. The bed was more firm than my delicate self is used to. Dinner was waiting. We talked. We laughed. We showered. We went to bed.

Act II Scene I - Saturday Morning
Breakfast was waiting. We went to a local (small) church instead of attending the camp meeting service at FLA. The service was nice and so were the people. Lunch was served but we went home anyway where, you guessed it, lunch was waiting.

Act II Scene II - Saturday Afternoon
The Bible Bowl competition was scheduled for 3:45 pm. At 4:30 pm we (sans K who stayed back with his stomach virus to keep him company) left the house to find the hosting church. Despite mapquest's greatest efforts we got lost. What should have taken 45 mins max ended up taking 2 hours! I was not a happy camper. But the evening wasn't done. The oldest kid wanted to go to FLA to see what was going on. Well, how could we go all the way up to Orlando and not partake in some of the festivities??

Act II Scene III - Saturday Night
Ran into lots of people at FLA, some of whom I hadn't seen in a while. That was nice. Stayed for the 7:30 service. Watched some of drill teams compete (9 pm). Grabbed something to eat. Home by 11:30 pm. It was a long, long day.

Act III Scene IV - Sunday afternoon
Went back to FLA to buy the tickets for Wet'n Wild but the ticket sellers were already gone. Mad beeline for the park. By 4:00 pm we worked it out and the two older kids got in. Another mad beeline, this time for the Belz Outlet Mall. (pix of goodies to come) Dinner was at Sizzler's where I stuffed myself at the buffet and waited for my blog buddy to call me back.

Act IV Scene I - Monday
The usual - breakfast was waiting. We packed and cleaned up our spaces, thanked the hostess and headed out - not south, no, but north instead. Our sights were set on Macy's. Spent a few hours there then went to Chevy's for dinner. Stalked my blog buddy til she finally relented to bring herself and her family to meet myself and my family. That was cool. (I gotta tell you, that girl looks good. When I saw her get out of the driver's seat of her vehicle all I could wish was that I could one day look as good as she does. My husband even commented on her excellent muscle tone and how jealous he is. I would post a pic if I had her permission but I look so fat compared to her I couldn't show you all anyway!) Got back on the road heading for home at about 8 pm.
(in unison) "Chunky butt blue!"
(one kid says) "I saw it first! You cheated!"
(other one says) "How you gonna say I cheated?"
(sid says) "Chunky butt white!"

Afterward
Overall Weekend Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
The food was good, the company was good, met old friends, made new friends, hubby was sick, I got sick (cold), the kids had fun, I'm back in my own comfortable bed now.

PS According to the kids, a chunky butt is a PT Cruiser.
PPS Sorry if you think this story had TMI, but it's my party and I'll cry if I want to!

Shoes, Shoes, and More Shoes

So, eLuxury is having a 40% off sale and I've fallen in love all! Here are the two shoes I'm feinin' over...
Gold Pumps by Christian Lacroix
Black Pumps by Donna Karan

You all know what would happen if I even mentioned these shoes to my husband, right? *ding ding ding* That is correct - he would laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more.

"On The Road Again"

We're trying to get on the road by tonight. That means I'll be out of the blogging loop for DAYS!! I don't know how I'm going to manage. Hopefully I'll at least come back with some good stories to tell. And some new sunglasses.

Have a happy and safe Memorial Day Weekend, All!! For those driving somewhere, puhleeze be careful!

Blog Tagged

*sigh* Jinny got me. I couldn't get away.

How many books do you own?
Tons. I love reading. Always have. Did I mention I have tons of books? For a long time I've wanted to have a library in my house. The place we have now there's just no room for it. As a matter of fact, if my husband could he would donate all my books to the nearest library. (I did donate all of my Sweet Valley High books to a library a few years ago.)

What was the last book you bought?
"The Hamptons" by Princess Dominique.

What was the last book you read?
"Emma" by Jane Austen. I finished it yesterday.

Mention five books that mean a lot to you and that you've read more than three times.
I don't think I've read any book three times, except maybe Sid's books. Some books that I would recommend would be "Crime and Punishment" and "The Godfather".

Tag 5: Make 'em blog it.
Hmm, who should I punish?? purfiktgurl, mz giget, ...and devast. oh, I gotta add neena.

Happy Belated Birthday To Me!

Oh, where do I begin??!! Yesterday was a really nice day. A friend of mine called me at the crack of dawn to wish me a happy birthday. When I went to work I saw a happy birthday message on the board, I was taken out for lunch, and I got the funniest card. I got tons of well wishes, e-cards and pseudo-singing from blog buddies and friends and family, and to top it all off Tiffany dedicated a whole post to me! A special mention goes out to Purfiktgurl who bought me a gift certificate to Amazon.com.

Last night I left Sid home with my mother while K and I went out for dinner. We decided to try the Art Institute Culinary School restaurant. Of course, the food was presented well. It was more expensive than I anticipated but overall is good. Today I got taken out for lunch (again). Can't complain about that.

How do I feel about being 31?? Pretty darn good. As Devast tells me, I'm not over the hill just yet. But as my loving sister reminded me, I'm not that far away either. GeckoGirl mentioned riding a motorcycle. How could I have forgotten to add that my wish list?! I will one day own (and ride) a motorcycle.

Let's See How Far I Get With This One

After Sid's graduation last night we stopped at Target to find me a bicycle. I know I don't have a uniform I have to fit in to anymore, but I still need to improve my overall health. Soo, I picked up a bike. You could say it's for my birthday but it's really not. It's a 15-speed mountain bike; the cheapest, sorry, most inexspensive bike they had. I'm looking forward to riding it. What I'm not looking forward to is riding in this nasty hot Florida weather. It's humid and the sun burns. Wish me luck. In high school I used to ride almost every day after school. In college I still rode a bit. I remember one time I rode 45 mins to a friend's house. Let me just say, he had to drive me back home. Now I'm going to make another go at it. We looked at a couple of bicycle trailers but they cost twice as much as the bike. I wanted to be able to stick Sidney in the trailer and take him riding with me. We have to save up for that one.

Speaking of my birthday. What do I want? Hmm? The big day is this Wed, May 25. I'll finally be over the hill: 31 years old. I'm happy with my life. I have life and health, an amazing husband, an angel for a son, a decent job with terrific benefits, and a TiVo. What more could I ask for? I mean, really? (Besides financial independence, more kids, a bigger house, a motorcycle, a BMW, my own company, and a wireless adapter for my laptop, what else could I possibly need?) I forgot. I need an iPod and some new sunglasses.

Ooh, this Friday is the start of the BMW Ultimate Driving Experience. This year the feature is the new 3 Series. It will be fun. I'm taking the afternoon off. (SP, shh).

This week I'll be back to the grind at work. Not. Looking. Forward to it. That's exactly why I'll need Friday afternoon off. What a way to start the long weekend. (The countdown to the weekend trip has officially begun. 5 days and counting.)

@The Princess - SP finished reading your book this weekend. I just started. I really want to finish reading "Emma" first.

Replies

Edit: I wanted to make sure that those who commented on my previous post saw my reply without having to search for it. THANK YOU, ALL! I love you guys!

@Proactiff - Of course you can call me Shell. We're virtual friends (but that's about to change)! I hope your girl is better now (for her sake and yours). Indeed, it was hard to find you. I was workin' that "Next Blog" button pretty hard. It was discouraging, the junk that I found. Then I tried going through other people's blogroll which was much more effective.

@Lawda - Just say hi once in a while and I'll be the happiest girl in the blogosphere. :)

@SP - I'm glad I could have had such an influence. Although it would be really cool if you did start a blog. You could put up pictures of your niece and not tell your sister (hehe).

@Purfiktgurl - Blogging as another form of friendship - my sentiments exactly. My husband rolls his eyes everytime I turn on the computer but he doesn't understand that instead I could be making phone calls and it would essentially be the same thing to me, i.e. me sharing myself with others.

@Jin - Thank you!

@Mz Giget - I really don't mind if people don't comment (cause I don't know any different). But if a person starts to comment but eventually stops, then I wonder why. I especially wonder if I finally bored the person away.

@Don - It's funny you should mention my (15 million) blogs. I started out with one but it snowballed quickly. I already know I'm an unsociable weirdo. Nothing too wrong with that as long as I'm a functioning unsociable weirdo. I guess birds of a feather...

@Iselfra - LOL - I didn't know you were reading me. Even if I did, my statement would be the same.

@Neena - I too love reading people stories and I know you have some interesting ones to tell. I'm (im)patiently waiting! :) (We should do do a duet)

I'll Admit It

I'm superficial. I'm drawn to the linguistically inclined, the creative, the artistic, the beautiful people of the world. If this is what is meant by the phrase "opposites attract" then it is so correct for me. I have found some blogs (see my blogroll) that I can't seem to do without.

I like blog conversations. Blogging is different things to different people. I think I'm beginning to find out what it means for me. I've read bloggers who say that they love to get comments. I'm of the same mindset. I liken blogging to talking with my friends. Regular conversations involve dialog. People take turns speaking and listening. With my crazy schedule blogging is so convenient. I can say as much (or as little) as I want and if my friends are 'listening' they'll respond. At one point I thought I was addicted to blogging and it felt bad somehow. But how can it be bad to speak and be heard? To all my beautiful and handsome blog buddies (I don't have any ugly ones that I'm aware of) please don't leave me alone out here! Without you I have no reason to post. "I can't live, if livin' is without you." And without you I won't have any interesting posts to read. Do you know how hard it was for me to find you'all in the first place??

Just wanted you to know I appreciate you.

Shelly

FYI

EDIT: Thanks for compliment, Tiff!

Tiff, those who hath offended me KNOW who they are. You stood up for me when no one had my back. *in my best Dionne Warwick voice, "That's what friends are for* Fortunately, I don't hold grudges. I hath forgiveness in my heart of hearts.

Btw, I just found out that one of my co-workers reads my blog every day. (Hi, SP!) Don't worry, it won't affect what I write and since I barely write about work it wouldn't matter anyway.

Also, I modified the template to allow anonymous comments, just out of curiosity to see what kinds of other comments I'll get, if any.

TiVo Info Here. I haven't had time to play around with mine yet. I'll have to dedicate some time to it. I can't let K beat me to it.

I coming out of my funk, people. Jinny, are you with me??

Technological Advance

I've always been a late bloomer. I didn't get my driver's license til I was 18. I wasn't ready for college to end no matter how much I prolonged it. I didn't even lose...oh, I'll leave that one out in case my mom's reading this. But, you get the idea. Anyway, we just got cable last Friday. Really, we had cable when we first moved into our house two years ago but cancelled it and got a dish instead. Well, we gave up the dish so we could get broadband. How do they all fit together? They do. Trust me. The real bottom line though is that we also got a TiVo! When I made the announcement in my office my coworkers applauded. (You gotta understand, I work with a bunch of g-g-gee. I shouldn't say it. I love those guys.)

Just So You Know

I posted some pix from two Saturdays ago, when Sid was playing with the goats and one with us on the beach. I also put up a pic of me in my Pathfinder uniform (taken yesterday).

Talk about a long day. I was asked to facilitate a Sabbath School class (Gig, you know what I'm talking about). (I have to thank the class members for participating in the discussion thus making it easier for me - I was nervous and cotton-mouthed. Yesterday was Pathfinder Day (in case you missed it the first time) so they wanted all of the Master Guides teaching the classes. For me, that meant trying to fit into a modified army uniform I bought FOUR years ago. I just barely fit into it back then much less yesterday. I tried to change my diet and exercise more over the past two weeks. Didn't help. I almost couldn't get the skirt zipped up! Anyway, I wore it. All. Day. Long. That would be from 8:30 am teachers' meeting until 10 pm after taking members' photographs for our church directory. Also, some friend's of mine brought their beautiful baby girl down from Orlando (because most of the family and friends are down here) to be blessed. I wish I could show you a picture of her but her daddy would murderize me.

I went to work today. SUNDAY. We have a Wednesday deadline for an upcoming trade show or something like that (hence the crazy hours I've been working). To make sure I don't become the bottleneck I had to do it. I had to go in to the office. I got there at 11 am. I left at 4:25 pm only to find myself rushing back to church for our first 4:30 pm Board meeting with our new pastor. And here I am, online at 11:45 pm after getting home at 10 pm.

Not that you asked for all that boring information, but I thought I'd share it anyway. *hmph*

I could pick some bones with a few fellow bloggers here but I won't. I will be the bigger person. Instead, I will put in a plug for The Princess. She needs to get as many copies of her book sold by Monday as possible.

Still Nothing

Hey, All!

Remember not long ago I mentioned that work was kicking my butt? Well, yeah, it still is. I've been in as early as 7 am and out as late as 8 pm (like last night). That's overkill for me. But, I. Am. Dedicated. It's amazing how tired you feel after spending 8 hrs staring at a computer screen. My mother used to always ask how I could be tired sitting down all day, but it happens - mental fatigue and eye strain are the major issues. I shouldn't have to think this hard to make some money!

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Some things have changed since I've last blogged:
Jinny had a birthday.
Devast put up a new profile pic (quite attractive).
Tiff switched up her site.

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I've been so out of it the past couple of days. I'll post something (hopefully worthwhile) when my head clears.

My Day, My Way

I must say, I enjoyed my Mother's Day.

Breakfast: fruit salad, callalou, festival, boiled banana, hash brown, veggie meat something, mint tea, orange juice (all courtesy of the men's ministry dept at church).

Post-Breakfast: took a nap

Lunch: Krispy Kreme donuts (glazed, chocolate glazed, raspberry filled, apple cinnamon filled, strawberry shortcake filled)

Post-Lunch: went to the beach and did some grocery shopping

Dinner: broiled tilapia, basmati rice, macaroni & cheese, carrot & celery soup

Post-Dinner: watched "The Incredibles"

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I had a nice relaxing day. Just as it should be.

In Advance...

To all my girls!
To all the girls of my boys!
To all the boys playin both roles!

HAPPY MAMA's DAY!!

I'm Destined To Be A Superstar Diva

At least in my own mind!

I got a digital camera this evening. It was a great deal. Kinda makes up for the parking ticket I got this morning...in front of my own house.... Anyway, most days I check slickdeals.net for the latest technology deals. gotapex.com is another good one if you're looking for a computer. One of today's deals was a Canon Powershot A400 WITH an iP3000 printer for $149.99. Ok, you might say that's an alright price. However, the rebate is for $70. That means I get an inexspensive point and click camera (just what I wanted basically) and a photo printer (which I know I won't use) all for under $100!

The ticket was stupidity on my part. I'm usually quite anal about following the rules of the road but this one time I couldn't be bothered and I got 'caught'. All I did was park parallel to my house. The problem is that I had all four tires on the pavement. I live at the end of a cul-de-sac and I was trying to get as close to the grass as possible without knocking over my and mailbox. 6 am bright and early this morning K is leaving take Jr to school when he sees Mr. Policeman writing up something. He goes over, they have a little chat, all seems good until the officer said that if K had come out just a couple of minutes sooner then he wouldn't have written the ticket. Instead he would have just told him to move the car. But, alas, the difference a minute makes. He already started writing the ticket and I guess there's some rule about finishing what you started. I don't know. What I do know is that it's going to cost me $27.50. Dang it, that means I have to return my hat!

Speaking of which....

Here's me and my hat! Never mind that I'm in the house. Notice the DKNYs and the oh so subtle lip gloss!

Workout Update

I was a bit sore yesterday, so I pushed it and went to the gym again. By the time I got home my left leg felt leg it wanted to cramp any minute. Fortunately I have a big strong manly man of a husband who took that itty bitty leg and pushed it and pulled it and beat it and rubbed it til I thought, "oh. my. goodness. I won't be able to walk tomorrow." But you know, it felt so much better afterwards. Today it feels like it wants to cramp again but superman is nowhere to be found. *sigh*

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I had carrot soup for lunch.
I had a chocolate muffin for dessert.

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So, I didn't feel working yesterday (all week, actually) and today it's kicking my butt!

Here's another one. I guess I don't feel like working.

Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Should I move? Guess I don't really have to.

American Cities That Best Fit You:

65% Miami

60% Honolulu

50% Austin

50% Boston

50% Los Angeles

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

One Elliptic Machine and Four Workout Machines Later

I forgot to respond to Tiff's reference to my undecisiveness and my notice of 15 million MAC Lipglass colors. I didn't even realize it when I wrote it, but you, Tiff, picked up on it right away. LOL

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Soo, I went to the gym this evening after work. Yeah, I did. My co-workers could hardly believe that I was really going to go this time. (I've had my workout gear under my desk for the past two weeks.) I went down to the gym (4:15 pm) and it was thankfully empty. I quickly changed cause by 4:30 pm I knew people would start coming. First was the elliptic machine. My stamina is non-existant these days. I could barely do five minutes. I decided it would be okay to move on. Lower body. There are only two machines dedicated to the legs (it's a very small gym, maybe three times the size of my bedroom, not that helps you to visualize it). I worked my thighs and my calves. Then I thought why not go all out and make my whole body sore so I can complain all day tomorrow...and the next day. I did some chest presses and lat pull-downs. Then I went back to my thighs and calves. I wanted to ride my bicycle but it's raining. Plus, I need new tires (and tubes, K says). All in all, I feel pretty darn good right now. I was tired before the workout but not so much now.

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Ooh, the subtlety!
Here are before and after pix of my lips with my new love lipgloss. 

So Much To Say...So Unlike Me

TO DO

• Get toned by May 13 (I have a Pathfinder uniform to fit into, plus Memorial Day weekend is coming up which means our usual family / church trip to Orlando and Wet 'n Wild)


• Meet with the Communication Dept. to put together mission and vision statements


• Get better. My throat was killing me last night.

My list isn't long, I know. There's just so much I can't even remember what I'm supposed to have on it. Gotta start somewhere though.

Men, don't feel guilty about skipping this section on lip gloss. Women, I need some help here...
Kind of like how Princess Dominique in search of the perfect shoe, I'm in search of the perfect lip gloss. I've been looking for years the perfect subtle shade with sparkle and smoothness and non-stickiness. If I had a camera I'd take a pic of my lips with yet another one I bought. The latest one is Cover Girl's wet slick crystal in chocofix and smells really good - like chocolate. If you have any suggestions on what glosses work for you I'd love to read them. Btw, I just tried it and it's perfect! Thanks to my sister, T for putting me on to it. (She has candy.)

Despite how materialistic I'll sound I've got to tell you a few other things I'm in search of:

• the perfect pair of sunglasses - K and I went to Germany two years ago and bought three pairs of sunglasses at one time! Yes, I have an affinity for nice sunglasses. My favorites right now are my DKNY's. I had some 'superstar' sunglasses once but the screw fell out. When I say 'superstar' I think of a woman driving in a red convertible with a head scarf and big sunglasses. Ahh, that will be me...except I'll be on a motorcycle minus the head scarf but wearing the perfect lip gloss. Anyway, back to reality, my superstar sunglasses had big, but not too big, blue lenses. My husband won't let me get sunglasses if the lenses are too big. Don't know why he doesn't like them as much I do.


• the perfect watch - There was a Movado Macy's special on sale two Christmases ago. With the discount it came up to $1200. I wanted it badly. K said no. What I wear right now: a "gold-faced" Disney Mickey Mouse watch with brown leather band that I got during a gift exchange at work last Christmas. You may laugh, but that watch is one of my favorites.


• the perfect car - There is none other like a BMW, the ultimate driving machine. I had a 740i once. It's time for me to have another one. Again, K says no. What is up with him?? I would settle for an Audi A6 if I had to.


• the perfect hair products - Something to stop my hair from drying and breaking, but not make it heavy and sticky.


• the perfect manicure - If I had perfect fingers and nails this would easy. I don't have time and money to spend getting my nails done professionally.


• the perfect massage - Ok, any massage will do. K says I can pay someone if I want, but he hasn't anted up the money. At least he said yes.

Oh, how could I forget to tell you that I bought my first hat! I absolutely love it. I call it my superstar hat. It's wide-rimmed, red, and you can see through it. I really need a digital camera! I imagine now I need an outfit to go with the hat. I can't wear the hat by itself! (he he)

Where Was MY Kid?

Today was bring your child to work day. I didn't know until I got to work though. Our company didn't send out an email about it so I guess that was their way of not encouraging us bringing in all our bebe's kids. When we realized a couple of my co-workers went and got their kids. They stayed for probably two hours. It was fun for them. They mainly drew on the white board and papers that one little girl brought in. Two of them even drew some pictures for me (and others, but most importantly me). One little girl drew a picture of me and Sidney. Her brother drew a picture of 'my' house. That reminded me of something not-so-nice that I did a while back...

I couldn't have been more than five or six years old on this particular occasion when my mom took me to work with her. She was a secretary for a provincial government in Canada. She had her own desk as did most others, but there also a few high-walled cubes. After she took me around to some of her co-wokers she put me in a cube near her and let me be for a while. Me, being the genius that I am thought it would be fun if I wrote 'anonymous' notes to her co-workers. Like, who wouldn't recognize the writing of a six year old. Anwho. I wrote four notes. Two contained compliments. The other two did not. Before my mother got me for lunch I went around and put the notes on the appropriate desks. One compliment was for my mother and the other for one of her friends. The other two notes were meant for two co-workers who I did not find particularly attractive. Well, you know what happened, don't you? Take a wild guess. If you said the notes got mixed up, you are correct and you win a blender! Needless to say, my mother wasn't happy and neither was her friend. On a good note, the other two ladies loved me and thought I was the sweetest.

What a bad kid I was!

An Effort

Yes, in an effort to post, I'm typing furiously til my husband is ready for bed. Ok, so I'm not typing so furiously, but I'm trying. I don't have much to talk about tonight. Eh, that's probably not true. I'm sure I could find a thousand topics. My problem is, and has always been, choosing one thing. Back in high school, during lunch, purfiktgurl and I would sometimes visit the local corner store looking for a chocolate fix. (For those of you who read purfiktgurl, you'll realize her addiction for chocolate has just always been.) Anyway, every time, without fail, I would stand in front of the candy counter trying to decide what to buy. She would have already paid for her stuff and I would still be standing there, our lunchtime quickly ticking away. At the last minute I would grab something, (pay for it, of course) and run out. What was my point again? Oh yeah, I've never been the decisive type. I've always either made a last minute spontaneous decision or I relied on my tried and true friends. Thankfully I've also never been a crowd follower or eager for popularity.

Times have changed and I've matured (hopefully). Now I have no choice but to think ahead (at least for my son's sake) and make informed, logical decisions. Guess that makes me an adult now??

NOW I know what happened!!

I had my husband take the seduction test and he's "The Natural." So, that's how I ended up married with three kids!!

K's Seduction Style: The Natural

He doesn't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen. Fun loving and free spirited, he brings out the inner child in people. He is spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find! People drop their guard around him, and find themselves falling fast.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

Me Having To Drive