7.30.2007

week off...

I'm taking the week off...I'm too busy.

In the meantime, check out the Diva's Thought's blog. The link is to the right.

7.27.2007

ideas...

As previously stated in my last entry, Sweetness and I finally did the deed. But it wasn’t until afterwards, I realized Mother Sweetness could really hate me (the slut) for taking away his purity. So here are some ideas I pitched to Sweetness:

Idea #1: He could tell her I was a virgin to and he was my first.He said: My sister saw your profile on match.com. It said you loved going to Vegas.
I said: So many virgins love going to Vegas.

Idea #2: Here’s a novel idea, don’t tell her. He said: She’s going to know. My mom just knows these things. She always knows stuff.
I said: No, she just knows you, because she’s knowing you for 24 years. Besides you are pretty easy to figure you. You need to get better at covering up things.

Idea #3: When she asks, just kindly suggest that nothing happened.He said: Are you telling me to lie to my mom?
I said: Of course not! I would never do such a thing. I’m just saying to hint that nothing really happened.

You see Sweetness has the uncanny way of being honest with people. Apparently he says he can’t lie. (We’ll have to fix that, because he’s going to have to do some story telling whenever he meets my parents if he wants to make a good impression.) So when people ask him things, he just tells the truth.

Sweetness said his mom will not care. After all, she is the same woman who thinks you should make sure you are sexually compatible before you get married.

But I can’t help but think, did we do it too soon? Maybe she’ll think I’m one of those loose girls. I guess the good part about it is, once you do it, you’ve done. It doesn’t matter how many times you do it after that. So I guess we better get to practicing.

7.25.2007

touched for the very first time...

Sweetness and I have been dating since March and there is one thing I have failed to mention. You remember how I kept saying he is so innocent? Well, he really is. He is so innocent to the point that he is still a virgin.

You see I figured it out after we had been dating for a couple of months. There had been slight clues like his lack of recent relationships. Well that and the fact the man just screamed nerd. Like most women would, I just figured this 24-year-old wasn’t a virgin. (What are the odds?) But just out of curiosity I asked him one night. He said he was, which I still found it hard to believe. I thought he could be lying. But after carefully assessing everything he had told me before, it is quite plausible the man is still a virgin. What are the odds? Of all people me with a virgin? Is this some joke?

Well, Sweetness isn’t waiting until marriage. He said he is just waiting for the right girl. And apparently that girl was me. (Notice the verb change.)

It was getting harder and harder everyday. Every time we got hot and heavy, I was always the one who had to stop it. Quite naturally he wasn’t going to be the one to stop it because he has been ready to do it for a long time.

So Sweetness and I finally did it. And I have to say for a virgin, the man wasn’t bad at all. He was actually pretty good. He was worried he would be a “minute man.” But he had no problem there. I was ready to stop before he was. It was so good we went for round two.

I think I was just as relieved as he was to get it over with. That is until I put more thought into this whole thing. You see everyone knew Sweetness was a virgin -- his mother, father, sister and friends. So now, I will forever be known as the girl who took his virginity.

On one hand, his father would high five me. On the other, I don't what is mother would think. What if she thinks I’m the devil for taking her son’s purity? I’m the slut who converted him. I have to correct this. So later this week (since this entry is getting too long for my taste) I’ll tell you the ideas I pitched to Sweetness to tell his mother.

7.23.2007

the boy is mine...

Like in almost every relationship, a couple usually has the subject of ex’s come up. I no longer talk to any of my ex-boyfriends. Mainly, because I don’t have many ex-boyfriends. Secondly, most of the boyfriends I did have, the relationship ended badly.

On the other hand, as you can probably imagine some of Sweetness’ past relationships ended amicably. One quite notable relationship he had from seventh to ninth grade. It was with this girl we’ll call Miss Gulch. The two broke up because Sweetness moved. From that time on, Sweetness and her kept in touch. Even when the two were out high school, they randomly ran into each other at a Walmart in Atlanta. Every since then they have been in touch on and off. Sweetness even sent Miss Gulch flowers this past Valentines Day.

He says they have been just friends since the ninth grade. In fact, when I refer to her as his “ex-girlfriend,” he doesn’t even think it should count since they went out in seventh grade. I think it should considering they have been corresponding ever since. And let’s just get real, obviously he has always had some sort of crush on her ever since. After all, he did send her flowers for Valentines Day. Not to mention it was while she had a boyfriend. Miss Gulch and her boyfriend's relationship was obviously on the rocks, especially since she was spending time talking to Sweetness on the phone. Either way I have no right to get mad because I didn't start dating him and we weren't exclusive until two months later.

Being the adult that I am, I told Sweetness I trust him. (I just don’t trust her.) He can still correspond with her. After all, she is thousands of miles away in Michigan.

The story continues…
Miss Gulch called him Saturday. Sweetness said it was a short conversation. She asked him why he hadn’t called her. He told her it was because he didn’t have her number. She asked him when he was coming to visit her. He said I don’t know. He doesn’t have any plans as of this moment to come home.

Now women, I think we can all read between the lines. Miss Gulch has probably broken up with her boyfriend. She’s probably thinking “Well Sweetness will be available.” Sweetness hasn’t told her he has a girlfriend. I keep insisting that he does. In fact I told him exactly what to say,

“I have a supermodel-like girlfriend who works in the fashion industry. She’s beautiful, smart and sexy. I’m in love with her. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

We all know the minute he says that he has a girlfriend, he will automatically become really attractive to her. She already got her chance and missed out. Sweetness is mine.

7.19.2007

the snack cart lady...

I’m sure we’ve all had times where we perform duties that are not our job description. Well most recently, I’ve been the “snack cart lady.” Twice this week, I’ve had to push a cart around, playing music similar to what the ice cream truck plays, as I go down each aisle.

It is somewhat my fault that I’ve become the snack cart lady. My boss was encouraging us to volunteer for it, since all the proceeds go the charity, so I decided to help. It wasn’t until my co-worker and I went to go sign up we realized we were the only two names on the page. Suddenly, we felt scared – this could potentially be our new duty everyday for the next three months. Then we felt bad because no one else had signed up. So we decided to put down another co-worker’s name to help. (Misery loves company!)

So twice a week I must push a cart (which is not that light might I add) down aisle after aisle, lightly screaming “snacks, soda, 50 cents.” I’ve never considered myself a good salesperson, but I suppose I did pretty good the first few times. Those who I knew, I could get to buy at least one thing. After all, everything on the cart is cheaper than the vending machines. Even better, we have Dr. Pepper, which is not sold anywhere within our building.

Then there were those people who asked, “Are you new here?”

“No I’m not,” I said smiling. “I’m just anti-social, so I usually just stay in my corner by the window in the women’s area.”

I suppose it wasn’t too bad, I got to figure out where those associates I see all the time in the hallway sit. I also was able to compare my cubicle to others. (I need to get to decorating my cube. There are some that are really good!)

I suppose I should admit my motives weren’t completely pure in volunteering for the job. I knew the big boss would find out who’s been volunteering. He knows everything. Therefore, I knew it would look good especially when I come by his office to offer him some treats. I had to compensate for the fact that I hadn’t been parking next to him these past few weeks (due to rain) in the morning. That’s my way of being able to chat it up with him. (Hey, after all, he is the man who decides who gets raises or not.)

Anyways, I’m stuck pushing a cart around week after week until September. The good news is I don’t have a ring a bell anymore. And I guess it doesn’t hurt to meet some more people.

7.17.2007

bootylicious and all that...

Five classes down. Four more classes left before I complete the program. Three left for this year. One left for the summer. I think I need a month-long vacation, but I guess a week will have to do.

As you might have noticed I haven’t been updating this thing as frequently once again due to school. I just got done with a double header (a.k.a. class two weekends in a row.). I feel like I’m going to strike out if coach doesn’t put me in the bullpen for a bit. But I’ve got to crank out enough energy for two more classes and a few more assignments.

Enough about school and my lame references to baseball. The highlight of my weekend was going to the Beyonce concert. To sum it up, it was off the hook; bootylicious and some. …if I only had time to change into my entire outfit. I had to settle for a black tube top and tight jeans, instead of my black miniskirt, since I had to change at the hospital. (It would been a bit odd coming out of the hospital looking all bootylicious.) Unfortunately, my friends didn’t get a chance to change into their bootylicious outfits either.

Beyonce performed for two hours singing songs from her two albums and songs from previous Destiny Child’s albums. It was great! Everybody was dancing and singing. I couldn’t help but yell, “I love you Beyonce!”

It wasn’t until Friday night I realized how captivating the diva really is. (I say diva, because she has every right to be one.) She made me want to jump up on stage and do the dance she does during the “Crazy In Love” video just like I’ve been performing in my room. “Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no.” I want some weave like Beyonce. I like her outfits too. I just might be Beyonce for Halloween.

The opening act, Robin Thicke wasn’t so bad either. It took my two friends and I a huge margarita to really feel it, but the man is kind of hot.

Overall, the night was fantastic. It was well worth the $100, sore throat and droopy eyes during marketing class the next day. I might just have to get front row seats next time.

7.11.2007

dinner date gone well...

The day after the dinner date I got “rave reviews.” Sister Sweetness liked me. She said I was pretty too. Sister Sweetness told Mother Sweetness everything. (Yes!)

The dinner actually went pretty well considering Sweetness and I were very irritated at each other before we even made it to the restaurant. I got irritated because the plans kept getting changed at the last minute. Then I was even more irritated when Sweetness showed up to my house late. (I can’t make a bad first impression.) Sweetness was irritated because I got mad at him and he was overall having a bad day. So the car ride on the way was very tense. And for those of you who know me when I’m irritated or mad, I don’t hold back.

“You can tell your sister it’s your fault, we’re late,” I said.

“Ok, I will,” he said sarcastically, which made me even more mad.

I contemplated, whether I should drive horrible, (he already doesn’t like my driving) just to make him even more upset or not. But I decided to drive good. After all, his sister would suspect something happened if we didn’t show up, I thought. Not until after we leave the restaurant, that’s another story.

Despite our very tense and practically speechless drive to the restaurant, the dinner turned out well. Sister Sweetness has this way of uplifting people’s spirits. Well, at least mine. Sweetness looked like he was about to go off the edge.

When we walked into the restaurant the first thing Sweetness' brother-in-law says is "You're late!"

"It's his fault," I said pointing at Sweetness who looked pissed.

As the night went on between the waitress and his brother-in-law picking on him, his day didn’t get any better. I started to feel bad for him. Although, I’ll never admit it to him, I felt kind of bad for giving him a hard time. (Well, at least it toughens him up.) But at the same time, sitting next to him at the table, all angry and stuff, I thought it was kind of hott. I wanted to make out with him.

Anyways, at risk of sounding like a teenager, Sister Sweetness is really cool. She’s pretty, likes to shop and very smart. She is really, really talkative. Now, I see why Sweetness doesn’t mind me talking for hours on end. He’s got to be used it. She’s just fun to be around. She is the exact type of person I would hang out with as a friend. I actually wouldn’t mind hanging around her more often.

Overall, I'd say the dinner went well. Sweetness and I made up from our little tiff later that night. The entire ordeal was a stark contrast from the last time I met a boyfriend's family. His family tried to turn me into housewife #3. They preferred a woman who would be barefoot and pregnant in the country. For those of you who know me, that's NOT me at all.

Meanwhile, Sweetness' family is a bit more modern. He doesn't want kids. I'm not so sure his sister does either. From what I hear, his parents seem to be modern or a bit "hip" on times. They approve of co-habitation before marriage. It's nice to meet people in modern times.

7.09.2007

my funeral...

Lately, mother has been ragging me about going over the will with her since she’s having surgery this Friday. She always feels the need to review over the will with me every time she or dad has a surgery. I don’t know why, but you would think I would know the will by heart since we’ve reviewed it four times in the past year. But that got me thinking about my death and will.

Who will I leave my possessions to when I’m old, gray and fat? Especially, if I’m married and my future hubby is already in the grave. My best friend doesn’t need or really want anything of mine. Well, except maybe my bear, I’ve had since I was 5 years old. But I’m thinking I’ll have Boki retired with me too.

I supposed I could have all my money given to a favorite niece or nephew. Hmm…perhaps someone who exemplifies myself. We won’t get into that now.

Anyways, I want my funeral to be fancy and in style. Everyone wears all black (no color whatsoever). No flowers. I don’t like receiving flowers now. Why would I want to receive flowers when I’m dead? We’ll just recommend donations to a charity to be named later. Or better yet, everyone can bring a stuffed animal and they can all be donated to the Children’s Advocacy Center for Denton County.

My people tend to have food, like an entire meal, after the funeral. I never did get that and still don’t. (Would anyone care to enlighten me?) I don’t want an entire meal at my funeral. I just want cake - that’s one of my favorites. I want a huge buttercream icing cake with white inside – tiered!

There needs to be a book where everybody can sign it. I don’t just want people to write their names. I want them to write a message. You know kind of like you did in your high school yearbook?

I’ll designate the pretty picture I want blown up really big for the funeral. I don’t want an ugly picture. I’d want one of my parents to say a couple of words and my best friend to talk about how wonderful I was and how much he misses me. (I’ll prepare the speech beforehand. It wouldn’t hurt for them to cry a tear or two.) It’ll be a heart wrenching speech that everyone will remember forever.

Then I’d like a building named after me for all of my contributions to society and whatever company I helped turnaround. I like the sound of that. Have you ever thought about it? Your funeral is important. After all, it will be the last most important event of your life.

7.06.2007

meet the sister...

I knew it was a matter of time before I was asked. Sweetness wants me to meet his sister. Normally, I would be running scared or nervous, but for once I’m not. From previous conversations, it seems that Sister Sweetness and I are a very similar. (Though, I hope he doesn’t feel like he’s dating his sister, eww…)

So we are supposed to go on a double date with her and her husband. It should be interesting. I have to be on my best behavior because whatever Sister Sweetness perceives, thinks or picks up, she is going to tell Mother Sweetness who is miles away in Michigan. (Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I’d do the same too.)

It should be okay. She’s around my age. She’s 29, very talkative, loves to shop and likes the finer things in life, like I. I have a feeling she might have unknowingly prepped Sweetness for my sometimes odd and difficult behavior. Sweetness doesn’t seem to mind when I talk endlessly about anything. He doesn’t mind going shopping with me or watching girly movies. In fact, I find that he watches some of the same movies I like to watch alone like the Princess Diaries and 13 going on 30. I think a lot of that comes from the fact that he was around women a lot growing up.

Anyways, I just wonder what Sister Sweetness will look like? I mean, I’ve seen pictures of her, but I wonder what she’s like in person. I wonder what her personality is like. Do you think she wonders what I’m like? How much has Sweetness told her about me? I hope she doesn’t think I’m a slut. What am I going to wear? Should I go conservative, trendy or what? The clock is ticking.

7.04.2007

July 4

In honor of the fourth, can you ace the citizenship quiz?

I only got 65% percent correct. Let me know what you get!

7.02.2007

My FAQ's

Lately, there have been many inquiries from my friends and family (yes, even my mother and father) about my whereabouts. It seems that I have dropped off the face of this earth. And sometimes I feel like I have.

But never fear I’m still here – just really busy mainly with school and work. This blog right here is generally written in between working on pages at work. I try to keep up, but generally, it’s harder to write when you have nothing to write about.

Since I constantly get the same questions, I decided to make my own FAQ’s. That way, when people ask, I can just refer them to here.

What have you been doing this whole entire summer?
This summer I’m taking 9 hours. That’s three classes in three months. So that’s left me with class every Saturday from 9-5 for the next three weekends out of four. I end my accounting class in a week. Then I pick right back up (no break in between, in fact they actually overlap) with marketing. I do my entire marketing course in four weeks. Well, you only have class on Saturdays. So what do you do during the week? Well, I leave work around 4:30. Make it home no later than 5 in order to study/complete homework for at least two hours (sometimes more for those harder classes). I may only have three class dates per course but the rest of the work is online. I do that every day Monday through Thursday. On Fridays I either take the night off or (if I have class the next day) review over stuff for at least an hour and get tons of rest for an arousing 8-hour class. After class on Saturday, I’m so wiped out, that I usually go out to eat and come back home to be in bed by 10. And Sundays? I generally reserve that again for studying/sleeping.

When will the madness stop?
After November 10, it will all start to drastically slow down. That’s when I just finish up my last class of the semester, which is completely online. My only and last class of the program is next year. That’s completely online too.

So, do you ever do anything fun?
Why of course I do. I go to work. I watch TV occasionally. I write here on my blog. I go out to eat. Isn’t that fun? Other than that, fun doesn’t come until August when I get about a month off and go on vacation. Next year will be fun too.

Do you miss hanging out with your friends?
Of course I miss every single one of you – well almost all of you, j/k. But I’d rather do it all in one year than spread it out over two or three years.

Well, what if I want to hang out with you? Can you make time for me?
Sure. We’ll just pull our calendars and compare. It may not be in the next few days, but we’ll find something.

Well, do you even have time for Sweetness? Does he care?
Umm…a little, I guess. He works on the weekends. So I really only see him once, maybe twice a week if we are lucky. I don’t think he cares that much that I’m this busy because it’s for school. Besides I’m going to have to patient with him come this fall, when he’s in school.

When do you graduate?
I really don’t know when I will officially graduate. I don’t plan on going to graduation ceremony unless I’m dragged by my mother. I will be completely done with the program after I take a study tour (a.k.a. one week vacation). So more than likely next May.

Do you like being in school?
It’s ok. You have to do what you have to do. The thing I hate about it the most is that I spend $3,000 a semester, which leaves me with hardly any money. (Not that I need any money considering I don’t have time to go out.) I’m not that great at school either, but in the end it will all pay off.