Hustla never just came out and said, "I don't want you dating my brother EJ," but her message couldn't be clearer.
Just now she told me that he left her hanging (wouldn't help her go get her car in Mississippi) because he's seeing three different women and he has to handle something with that.
Before, it was telling me that he sure does like to drink too much.
Either she's looking out for me or doesn't much like me.
Either way, I should probably listen to her. Because even if she's exaggerating, dating a promiscuous irresponsible man with a drinking problem - it's not what I need now. Or ever.
Sigh. Need to get out and increase the rebound boy ranks.
The Hot Honduran was kind of an ass today, so he's got some making up to do for that. IT was about work stuff and to my neighbor, but it still bugs me.
Neighbor came over and told me the whole scoop about the squeaky bed boy, and I approve. And we're the kind of neighbors where I don't really have to wear clothes, I guess. She knocked right as I had scrubbed two rooms, leaving me in the front room - and I don't usually clean with clothes on. So I grabbed just a jacket and explained the situation, not wanting to walk across the wet clean floors for a robe, and she came in for a long time talking to me mostly naked.
I also told Hot Honduran (not about the nakedness, but about the clean floors) and he avoided coming inside with muddy boots though I kind of need him to fix something inside (I wasn't here). I told him that if he remarked upon the clean floors, it would earn him points. "And hey, are you doing the yard work without your shirt on, like we decided before?" "No, but it wouldn't take me long at all to get out of it." "I'm on my way." "Um, there's another guy here helping me." Rats, foiled again. Hot Honduran, raining, manual labor, no shirt? That would make it a good day indeed.
Then again, the new guy may be even hotter. He has a hotter name and he's Mexican. And he has yet to be an ass because I've never met him directly. I wonder what he's been told about me - I guess I'll be able to tell based upon how quickly he runs away from me when I try to chat him up when we meet.
Still don't want to work. Blah.
Friday, July 27, 2007
not the only ho in this house
Last night I went to bed and couldn't figure out WHAT ON EARTH the sound was keeping me awake.
Bed springs.
I don't usually hear Neighbor's voice, and her music isn't too bad unless she's really blaring, but the floors carry sound - I can hear her dogs walking as if right next to me, and vacuuming and the like.
Apparently the bed movement is in that category. I'm hoping that something can be done - moving it further away or putting a rug under it or something. Because last night it sounded like two feet above my head. And I could totally laugh about it, but I won't feel that way once school starts.
And I just saw the guy - totally my type. Young, hot, athletic, muscular but not muscle-bound black man. Maybe there's a warehouse to order up my type? haha
So, I'm not quite sure how to broach this subject. I of course want details such as who he is and where she met him and if he has hot friends. And I want her to put a muzzle on the bed springs. But I don't want to be a nosy bitch. Hm. OK, I just emailed her, to avoid agonizing about it.
I MUST MUST MUST go to work today. Even though scrubbing every surface in the remaining three rooms to be cleaned sounds MUCH more satisfying. I'll give myself an hour to clean, and then I'm out the door. This is my only attempt at hard-to-get, since I think the Hot Honduran will be showing up here to do yardwork today if it doesn't rain. The last few conversations on the phone, our timing has been off. I've stopped being totally "on" and we're talking about three things simultaneously, which gets confusing (his work on my house, friend stuff, and fooling around stuff). I know that when we're hanging out again it'll be cool again - we totally click and now we've shared enough about ourselves to have lots to talk about. I just hate talking on the phone, particularly when it's my landlord's phone and the landlord is probably standing right there listening.
[Good - Neighbor just emailed back and was embarrassed but cool. I just want to know that she'll tell me if I'm too loud - my exercising indoors can be obnoxious, I'm sure - the jumping around.]
Bed springs.
I don't usually hear Neighbor's voice, and her music isn't too bad unless she's really blaring, but the floors carry sound - I can hear her dogs walking as if right next to me, and vacuuming and the like.
Apparently the bed movement is in that category. I'm hoping that something can be done - moving it further away or putting a rug under it or something. Because last night it sounded like two feet above my head. And I could totally laugh about it, but I won't feel that way once school starts.
And I just saw the guy - totally my type. Young, hot, athletic, muscular but not muscle-bound black man. Maybe there's a warehouse to order up my type? haha
So, I'm not quite sure how to broach this subject. I of course want details such as who he is and where she met him and if he has hot friends. And I want her to put a muzzle on the bed springs. But I don't want to be a nosy bitch. Hm. OK, I just emailed her, to avoid agonizing about it.
I MUST MUST MUST go to work today. Even though scrubbing every surface in the remaining three rooms to be cleaned sounds MUCH more satisfying. I'll give myself an hour to clean, and then I'm out the door. This is my only attempt at hard-to-get, since I think the Hot Honduran will be showing up here to do yardwork today if it doesn't rain. The last few conversations on the phone, our timing has been off. I've stopped being totally "on" and we're talking about three things simultaneously, which gets confusing (his work on my house, friend stuff, and fooling around stuff). I know that when we're hanging out again it'll be cool again - we totally click and now we've shared enough about ourselves to have lots to talk about. I just hate talking on the phone, particularly when it's my landlord's phone and the landlord is probably standing right there listening.
[Good - Neighbor just emailed back and was embarrassed but cool. I just want to know that she'll tell me if I'm too loud - my exercising indoors can be obnoxious, I'm sure - the jumping around.]
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Parental Advisory
OK, ROMANTIC DINNERS. Anyone? Anyone? What do I serve?
How did I know that my message to Hot Honduran (asking if he wanted to come over to dinner Saturday evening) would be answered in the affirmative? Because seriously, what single man turns down FOOD prepared by someone in my particular state of ... I hate the word horniness, but it applies here oh too well. And he knows my state.
Right now he's only a mile away from me, calling as soon as he got back to town, and I said, "You know what, my mind's on other things. Could you call me tomorrow?" That my mind is on cleaning my apartment, he doesn't need to know that's more important than chatting with him. [I opened the door to dump the filthy floor wash water in the backyard, and huge cockroaches began to swarm me. Sigh. I'm a prisoner in my own house. Seriously - is it even possible to get rid of outside cockroaches so they go live somewhere else?]
He likes meat. I knew that. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COOK MEAT. Seriously, I'm retarded about it. No chance I can do that.
The one thing he said he doesn't like? Spinach.
Spinach rivals only zucchini and sweet potatoes as being my FAVORITE FOOD. Last time I remember fretting about cooking a meal for a man (K2, for anybody keeping track), I made spinach lasagna and spinach salad. Seriously. I'm not joking. It's sort of my standby semi-romantic meal. I make a great spinach salad. I am thwarted.
We are so completely ill-suited for each other. In SO MANY WAYS. Yes, I know this. I know it well. I don't want a real relationship with him - I just want him Saturday night. He will hopefully quench my thirst, so to speak, and I will be done with him then - just in time for him to leave.
What I don't like? How my heartrate accelerated when I saw his phone number. (I deleted him the other day, but maybe I should reinput him.)
I just want to have a good time and feel good about myself and move forward with getting over shit. No entanglements, no drama, no complications. Just fun. I want to cook a nice dinner and enjoy his company, because we do have a good time together.
Hm. Meatloaf? I could make garlic mashed potatoes (YUM! I never allow myself potatoes because of their glycemic load) and bake sweet potatoes as well (there - getting in one of my favorites) and serve with a salad and maybe asparagus or broccoli or green beans or another steamed vegetable. That may be overkill with vegetables, but that's pretty much all I eat now that I'm feeling better. And then angel food cake (which I won't make from scratch because it's way too expensive to buy everything I'd need) with berries and whipped cream. In a can. I would usually always whip it up myself, but I'm kinda hoping the can gives him ideas.
Verdict? Anybody? Will that work?
AND WHAT THE HELL DO I WEAR? Joan isn't here to help! Where's The Committee when I need them?
How did I know that my message to Hot Honduran (asking if he wanted to come over to dinner Saturday evening) would be answered in the affirmative? Because seriously, what single man turns down FOOD prepared by someone in my particular state of ... I hate the word horniness, but it applies here oh too well. And he knows my state.
Right now he's only a mile away from me, calling as soon as he got back to town, and I said, "You know what, my mind's on other things. Could you call me tomorrow?" That my mind is on cleaning my apartment, he doesn't need to know that's more important than chatting with him. [I opened the door to dump the filthy floor wash water in the backyard, and huge cockroaches began to swarm me. Sigh. I'm a prisoner in my own house. Seriously - is it even possible to get rid of outside cockroaches so they go live somewhere else?]
He likes meat. I knew that. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COOK MEAT. Seriously, I'm retarded about it. No chance I can do that.
The one thing he said he doesn't like? Spinach.
Spinach rivals only zucchini and sweet potatoes as being my FAVORITE FOOD. Last time I remember fretting about cooking a meal for a man (K2, for anybody keeping track), I made spinach lasagna and spinach salad. Seriously. I'm not joking. It's sort of my standby semi-romantic meal. I make a great spinach salad. I am thwarted.
We are so completely ill-suited for each other. In SO MANY WAYS. Yes, I know this. I know it well. I don't want a real relationship with him - I just want him Saturday night. He will hopefully quench my thirst, so to speak, and I will be done with him then - just in time for him to leave.
What I don't like? How my heartrate accelerated when I saw his phone number. (I deleted him the other day, but maybe I should reinput him.)
I just want to have a good time and feel good about myself and move forward with getting over shit. No entanglements, no drama, no complications. Just fun. I want to cook a nice dinner and enjoy his company, because we do have a good time together.
Hm. Meatloaf? I could make garlic mashed potatoes (YUM! I never allow myself potatoes because of their glycemic load) and bake sweet potatoes as well (there - getting in one of my favorites) and serve with a salad and maybe asparagus or broccoli or green beans or another steamed vegetable. That may be overkill with vegetables, but that's pretty much all I eat now that I'm feeling better. And then angel food cake (which I won't make from scratch because it's way too expensive to buy everything I'd need) with berries and whipped cream. In a can. I would usually always whip it up myself, but I'm kinda hoping the can gives him ideas.
Verdict? Anybody? Will that work?
AND WHAT THE HELL DO I WEAR? Joan isn't here to help! Where's The Committee when I need them?
I have the cleanest floors in this hemisphere
I'm not bragging. I'm just saying I spent the past hours on my knees with a washcloth and scrub brush. My hands are Pine-sol wrinkled, my knees are pounding with pain - but I have the cleanest floors in this hemisphere.
Take one part "holy shit there's a mouse in my house" and one part major sexual frustration and one part ovulating Virgo and one part "my job is so freaking boring - what else can I do all day" and one part "I want to do physical activity but exercise is so boring." And you too can have the cleanest floors in your area.
In my case, it desperately needed to be done - the previous tenant(s) had cleanliness standards different than mine. I've mopped the floors numerous times - but with a mop. I had to be putting some more elbow grease into it to get the job done right.
Now I have just three more rooms to clean tonight, and tomorrow I will be really able to go to work for real.
Once when he was here the Hot Honduran suggested that my apartment wasn't clean enough and that was causing my insomnia. Not that it's unclean or anything, but I was at that moment telling him not to judge me for not having all my travel gear packed away and for having dirty floors because there's boric acid everywhere and it doesn't work if it gets wet. He said (because he's a man, even if he is a Virgo) that he hadn't noticed but made above suggestion, which reminded me of a man I used to work with, also a Virgo, who couldn't sleep if ANYTHING in his house wasn't spotless and perfectly arranged. Now, I'm clearly not like that - but maybe it has had an impact on me.
Or I'm just so sexually frustrated that I can't sleep. I'll suggest that to him. If he EVER leaves freakin Natchitoches.
Which leads me to Tiffany's recent email, telling me she has to read my blog "after hours" so that her 7-year-olds aren't reading over her shoulder.
Hmmm ... should this be tattooed all over me and everything I do/write?
Take one part "holy shit there's a mouse in my house" and one part major sexual frustration and one part ovulating Virgo and one part "my job is so freaking boring - what else can I do all day" and one part "I want to do physical activity but exercise is so boring." And you too can have the cleanest floors in your area.
In my case, it desperately needed to be done - the previous tenant(s) had cleanliness standards different than mine. I've mopped the floors numerous times - but with a mop. I had to be putting some more elbow grease into it to get the job done right.
Now I have just three more rooms to clean tonight, and tomorrow I will be really able to go to work for real.
Once when he was here the Hot Honduran suggested that my apartment wasn't clean enough and that was causing my insomnia. Not that it's unclean or anything, but I was at that moment telling him not to judge me for not having all my travel gear packed away and for having dirty floors because there's boric acid everywhere and it doesn't work if it gets wet. He said (because he's a man, even if he is a Virgo) that he hadn't noticed but made above suggestion, which reminded me of a man I used to work with, also a Virgo, who couldn't sleep if ANYTHING in his house wasn't spotless and perfectly arranged. Now, I'm clearly not like that - but maybe it has had an impact on me.
Or I'm just so sexually frustrated that I can't sleep. I'll suggest that to him. If he EVER leaves freakin Natchitoches.
Which leads me to Tiffany's recent email, telling me she has to read my blog "after hours" so that her 7-year-olds aren't reading over her shoulder.
Hmmm ... should this be tattooed all over me and everything I do/write?
Notice to demolish
Pages and pages of these notices.
These started showing up a while ago, just a couple pages then. Notices to demolish.
It makes me wonder. Have they been abandoned? Are people waiting for Road Home funding to rebuild? Are they slumlords who cut their losses? Why only now after two years are they being dealt with? Will they really be demolished? Who does that - FEMA? What's the mechanism for contesting? Are certain (read: poor) areas targeted more than others? Are historical structures being destroyed? What will be the effect on the city overall?
Now, I'm all about "change is good" but here, not always.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
my new crush
I have a huge ass crush on Timbaland. He would be a perfect next boyfriend - or somebody who looks just like him. Usually Jenny likes the "thick middle boys" and I like 'em lean, but Timbaland, well, I like him just the way he are.
I hate Natchitoches
I hate Natchitoches. Stupid spelling (pronounced NAK-a-tish), stupid lack of cell reception, stupid four hours away.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
the cockroaches are gone ...
... because the mouse ate them. It just jumped out at me and scared the bejeezes out of me.
I love New Orleans, I love New Orleans, I love New Orleans.
It must be eating boric acid, because everything else is sealed up in containers.
I love New Orleans, I love New Orleans, I love New Orleans.
It must be eating boric acid, because everything else is sealed up in containers.
Talia Zain
It didn't take long for me to cross that damn bridge to head over and meet my newest little friend: Talia Zain. She's ever so adorable. I was able to wait awhile, but it wasn't long before I was ripping her out of Tifany's (Tami's sister) arms to hold her for hours. "You're not leaving until Thursday," I reasoned.
I just about tried to take her home with me, but she reminded me that my breasts are deficient to her thinking. So, I'll be back to visit again. Nothing like that new baby smell.
Wow, so many people going through so many things - Gail & Shelton married, Tami & Ahmed with a new baby, and Lara & Sadie expecting twins in December. Life moves forward and how exciting!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Gail & Shelton got married!
Yay! It was so wonderful to be able to share Gail & Shelton's very special day with them!
Our day started with Lalo picking me up and Michele & Joan being moms and taking our "prom picture." (For anyone keeping track, Lalo has been my friend for many years, and he is so dear to me, and despite everyone saying this trip that we make such a cute couple, it's not that way and won't be that way.)
The wedding was lovely, and I loved that it was in Cantonese and English. The first minister was really funny and kept things moving along. Other highlights were the best man (who gave a great toast later) dropping the ring, and then Gail not being able to get Shelton's ring on him - having to work really hard at it. I was a little worried it would be so somber, but there was definitely laughter.
Then we had our group wedding shots taken, and I was in a group with her college friends so I also hijacked the group with the other teachers whom we all worked together with. It was so great to see George and Sharon and Lynda and others, and to meet spouses. My favorite George-ism was during the praying time, when the second minister was talking about the man being the head of the household, and George was shaking his head. (I always look around during prayer times for exactly this reason. George didn't even realize he was doing it, and his wife and I got a good laugh out of it.)
They had a fun ceremony with cake and yummy food (liked that sushi!), and then we took off to meet later at the banquet.
There was so much food at that banquet! We were probably served 30 different things - the food just kept coming and coming. Started with seaweed and jellyfish which was yum. Lalo had quite a challenge with the chopsticks. This fish was one of my faves - check out those teeth. :)
Then the wedding party went around and toasted with all the tables. Poor folks - I would have been exhausted by then! I'm standing beside Shelton's mother and Gail's mother here. Everybody looked so great!
So, I'm so glad I made it! Huge thanks to Michele for making it possible, and huge thanks to Shelton and Gail for being such great people and including me in their lives. And now they're off on their honeymoon ...
Our day started with Lalo picking me up and Michele & Joan being moms and taking our "prom picture." (For anyone keeping track, Lalo has been my friend for many years, and he is so dear to me, and despite everyone saying this trip that we make such a cute couple, it's not that way and won't be that way.)
The wedding was lovely, and I loved that it was in Cantonese and English. The first minister was really funny and kept things moving along. Other highlights were the best man (who gave a great toast later) dropping the ring, and then Gail not being able to get Shelton's ring on him - having to work really hard at it. I was a little worried it would be so somber, but there was definitely laughter.
Then we had our group wedding shots taken, and I was in a group with her college friends so I also hijacked the group with the other teachers whom we all worked together with. It was so great to see George and Sharon and Lynda and others, and to meet spouses. My favorite George-ism was during the praying time, when the second minister was talking about the man being the head of the household, and George was shaking his head. (I always look around during prayer times for exactly this reason. George didn't even realize he was doing it, and his wife and I got a good laugh out of it.)
They had a fun ceremony with cake and yummy food (liked that sushi!), and then we took off to meet later at the banquet.
There was so much food at that banquet! We were probably served 30 different things - the food just kept coming and coming. Started with seaweed and jellyfish which was yum. Lalo had quite a challenge with the chopsticks. This fish was one of my faves - check out those teeth. :)
Then the wedding party went around and toasted with all the tables. Poor folks - I would have been exhausted by then! I'm standing beside Shelton's mother and Gail's mother here. Everybody looked so great!
So, I'm so glad I made it! Huge thanks to Michele for making it possible, and huge thanks to Shelton and Gail for being such great people and including me in their lives. And now they're off on their honeymoon ...
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