Another Dreaded Week . . .

SONG OF THE MOMENT: "Sexy Can I" - by Ray J feat. Yung Berg
As much as this week is another one I'm really starting to hate, I have to admit, I'm in love with this raunchy, misogynistic groove. I find myself dancing along, shaking my ass, singing the lyric (which I especially love) " Sexy, Can I visit you at work / while you're sliding down the pole, no panties, no shirt / Then you climb back up the pole, then you drop and do the split / how you make that pussy talk, baby damn, you want some new shit?" LOL! LOVE IT!

So can we talk? I mean it really can't be too long because I'm writing this at work but let me catch you up on a few things and then I'll vent for a few about this dreaded week and the most hateful day of all.

The trip to NY was great as it always is. No fender bender this time, especially since I wasn't the one driving and I placed 33 out of 700+ participants in the Memorial Run. Not bad, but I am stuck at finishing around the same time for the past few years which is slightly frustrating. Its this damn thick-ass thighs and ghetto booty. But congrats to my best gal-pal Janet for winning the whole women's division of the race. She definitely deserves it and I am extremely proud of her.

Speaking of thunder thighs, I also purchased a bunch of cloths in NYC from my favorite store, Uniqlo. Now buying jeans is not easy for me. I have a 29 inch waist (28 on a good day when I'm not bloated) but I tend to have a thicker leg than most. So I'm trying on all these jeans which are suppose to fit my waist. The problem is, I can't get them up past my mid point of my thighs. I can't even jump up and down to make them move further up. I had to settle for a pair of regular fit boot cut jeans, at a waist size of 31 and those still don't fit my big bottom half . . . I hate shopping.

So now to the big story. First off, I hate this week. Why do you ask? Well because it the day that I hate most is this week. MY BIRTHDAY! Now it has nothing to do with age, I could care less if I get older. Its has more to do with the fact that the day of my birth has never been a real positive one. My 18th went by without some fanfare that you would think, love the family for that one (and I didn't get the computer I was promised). My 21st found me stuck in an emergency fraternity meeting because the university cited us for "gay bashing" (ironic, huh?) and the party that I planned myself for my 25th was, to say the least, disappointed especially when all the people who said they would show up didn't even come. So yeah I am extremely disappointed by that day and try not to have any celebratory occasion even though deep down I'd like one. But we can dream, can't we? And all these people are asking about what we are going to do for my birthday and I really don't want to do shit just because I know I'll always end up being disappointed! Sounds like my love life. LOL! Let's just say the sooner the day passes, the happier I'll be. Always the eternal optimist.

So if this week wasn't bad enough, I was rushing to catch my transfer yesterday at the Clark / Lake stop on the "EL" and as I ran to jump on the train and feel my pockets, I lost my god-damned phone . . . AGAIN! And I couldn't jump off and check because the doors of the train had already closed. I can't catch a fucking break! And again everyone is telling me to be positive because they have lost phones and got it back . . . but I never do! Maybe, I'm the one giving myself the bad karma. Oh, and my watched died this morning. FUN TIMES!!!!!!!! So send me your contact info again because I'm going to need it when Sprint ships me out a new one . . . whenever that will be.

Yeah, I know, this blog is kind of bitchy. I'm just in a really bad and surly mood. Hopefully things will get better. What goes down has to go up eventually, right? On the lighter note, I read my HS alumni newsletter and funny thing is, when they were talking about high school memories, they mentioned my current employer, World's Finest. That made me smile. I've also attached a picture of a happier time. It was gloomy and overcast, cold and rainy but it was Cubs Opening Day and I never miss it. I love my baseball games and enjoyed every minute of it. Good Times. Anyway, I'll update again soon.

Until then . . ..

migs

Another Update after a long break . . .

Hey everyone,

So I do have to apologize for not keeping up with the blog. I will admit things got quite boring and then I got too busy. But I promise to at least write something even if it is small. So I feel I should update, but I'll try and keep this short.

It really was one hell of the past two weeks.

The GOOD NEWS: I am back in coporate america (using my degree no less) and am back on salary. Even better, I have benefits! So no more worrying about paying for things out of my own pocket and how I would do it if anything really drastic happened.

But just like everyone knows, the Higher Power definitely has a wicked sense of humor. The following week after my first full week of work, was a complete downer. Besides seeing someone unexpected that weekend, I was told that my roommate was going to give the dog we have to his parents since we both no longer have the time to take care of him, which is not what I want (and he secretly blamed me, I know he did!)

But the "Coup de Grace," was when I called my mom on monday and she told me the family dog, Tundra (the picture you see above), had passed away after 15 years. Now it's silly to see someone get so emotional about a pet, but he was definitely more than just a pet. He was a part of the family for so long. And my mom felt guilty that she would get annoyed very easily with him but she did love him . She even told me a few days later that she really has been crying alot because the dog was always around keeping her company when everyone was gone from the house, so she really did love him. Two weird things, the dog died on my sister's birthday. Now you would think that just bad luck but what makes it weird is the fact that she got the dog for her birthday 15 years ago. The weirdest thing was the dream I had the night before. I dreamed the dog had visited me in Chicago. I mean he literally walked all the way from my parents place in WV to my apartment in Chicago even though he was in extreme pain. So in the dream I let him in, did my best to carry his heavy body to the bath and clean him, and even though he was clean, he was still having trouble using the bathroom and bleeding, so all I did was lay down with him and pet and comfort him. Then, I woke up. Thinking back on it now, it really made me cry.

Anyway, I'm in NY right now for a race that I enjoy so much with a good group of friends. Hopefully, that will lighten my heavy heart. I'll keep you updated.

That, and my birthday is coming up. GOD, I hate my birthday . . .

Until next time. . .