I'm Getting Old

Don't know why this was depressing, but I went to look up a player for the Dallas Cowboys, noticed he was younger than I, then proceeded to count every single player that was younger than I. 29. 29 professional football players in the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex are younger than I am.

That is all.

Woe is me............again

So I had my little woe is me rant again on Friday. I'm just convinced, for real this time, I'll never have a real, real relationship. And I'm sure I'll never get married, never have kids. So, I'm just gonna have a good cry about it and move on, at some point. I'll still try to be the best me I can be, till the second coming. I'm gonna have to go back and immerse myself in the church, and work, and hopefully other things soon.

But I think what's making this all so much worse, and what I just realized, but I've always thought about it. Almost everyone I know, even those I don't even care about anymore, even those I can't stand, are in relationships. Most married, too. And I've always thought that getting married, and having kids, were two of my life-long goals/dreams. And it's frustrating when people who don't even deserve to be with anyone, let alone have kids, have what I want. What is wrong with me that I can't even have one relationship? What is wrong with me that I can't even get past the first date with someone?

I am now officially swearing off guys/men/the male species. I don't wanna deal with anyone on any other level than friendship. It's just too heartbreaking, and it hurts too much. My heart, and my emotions can only get stomped on so many times. I'm not allowing any other guy to wipe his dirt off on me, so he can find someone else to be with.

No more. Not gonna do it. Gonna dedicate myself to my job, and getting healthy, and getting the things I want, non-relationship related.

Why does this crap have to be so hard and hurtful?

Saturdays are good

So I woke up Saturday, thinking for the most part it was gonna be a pretty boring day. I went back and started tutoring my kiddies again. I had 2 new 2nd graders. They were cute. They started out not being very combative with the work. But my little girl didn't want to move on past math. And my little boy decided he would draw a guy with his eye shot out, as decoration for his notebook.

So I started this post on October 7. Don't even remember why the rest of it was good, but it was. I just don't remember why. I think I went to a game, and it was a good game, even though we lost. I think.

A Happy Medium?

So.........I vented to one of my friends about my last male species issue.....and he told me something that I never thought of before. I divulge too much personal information, and I do it too soon. Idk. I'm a journalist, I talk. And I like to be completely honest and open. Because I would want someone to show me the same respect. But on the flip side, it seems if one is too secretive, not willing to be open, "playing hard to get," then the guy also seems not interested. So what's the happy medium? What can you tell, how soon can you tell it and why do ya'll immediately want to move to sex? If ya'll don't want a relationship, why don't you just be upfront and say, "all I want is sex?" It's really just that simple. If you're talking to a real, mature woman, then you can tell the truth. She'll either take it and still deal with you, or she'll take it and she won't. 'Cause she doesn't have the desire to waste her time on someone who doesn't want what she wants.

So.....a lesson for the men. The REAL men, and those that want to be real men; tell the truth, ALWAYS. Be honest, ALWAYS. Be upfront and straightforward, ALWAYS. Because when you're "spittin' game," to a woman that doesn't have time to deal with it, you're only turning a good woman into a bad one, thinking all men are dogs.

It's better to have loved and lost.....

than never to have loved at all? Is it really though. Does it make sense to put yourself through something, especially if you know the outcome is going to hurt you, than to just sit there and be lonely and miserable? All of this stems from a weekend encounter. Someone who claimed they were so into me, talking about all sorts of things, about me "adopting" them, but the minute something happens, they act like you never existed.

I've been through this before, several times, so why do I put myself through it again? I told my friend "because I'm lonely and the closest person who seems to want me is more than 6 hours away." And he says something I never really thought of before, and it's hard to choose. Choose the lesser of the two. Lonely or Hurt. How do I choose between being lonely and miserable and not having any real friends here at all.........or meeting someone, thinking it would work out b/c we were cool on the phone?

I know, if you've ever read more than just this one post, you must be tired of me reading about how I think my appearance is hindering my career and love life. But I really think it is. And you know what? Getting "advice" and the "you should do something about it's" don't help from people who have never been in my situation, so thanks, but you have no clue what it's like. But Idk if I might also be scared to change it. I feel like other flaws will come out, or then also, I might be judged solely on my looks, which I already am, but I've seen the attention the "skinny" chicks get, I definitely don't want that, cuz I'm not exactly nice about it, with the little attention I do get. But seriously Idk if I could handle it, and I don't think I want to.

But we'll see....I will now have a free gym membership thanks to my apt. complex, but unfortunately they decided 3 months after I started paying at the other gym, to switch their contract. So.......I'm sure I'll have to pay early termination fees.

And on another high note.....www.peekyou.com is a wonderful site. I found my best friends from elementary and junior high, and high school on myspace, so I'm reconnecting, trying to only deal with people who are there through the thick and thin, no matter what.

Why beef? Why not salmon?

The doctors are right you know. If you just ignore the bully, they'll move on and pick on someone else. But NOOOO!!! People gotta "prove" they're a "man" and step up to people.



It's really not that serious. And it's a turn-off. A MAJOR turn-off. Why must people insist on broadcasting their dislike for someone? Celebs and everyday folk? It's really not a good look, and people just think you're hateful, mean and evil. And no one wants to be around that. Just let it go and move on with your life. If you dwell on what someone else is doing, then you need something else to fill that void.

But.....they also say, if someone's hating on you, then you're doing something right.

Family Guy Cranks Dat Soulja-Boy

One of my favorite shows and a song I really don't understand, and don't care to understand.

Should I be offended?

Why can't I be black, but not be ghetto?

Congratualtions! You are 10% ghetto

It looks like you keep yourself out of the ghetto and are living ghetto free. Also, you may be white.

How Ghetto Are You
Create Your Own Quiz

Monday, Monday

Too much crap today. My day is done, well my day was done at 7:45 this morning, and I desperately needed a shot of Wild Turkey. My show was going great, until......video hadn't been edited correctly....so we're rolling video that has no audio. Add to that, my anchor tells me after the break that the lady that was scheduled to be a guest on the show "called" and emailed 15 minutes after the show started, saying she had to cancel. So on top of my package not rolling, I had a 3 minute segment that couldn't air. So I had 3 minutes to fill. I added a minute of commercials, gave my weather guy an extra minute, and tried to just ride out till the show was to end. Got the 2 packages on that we missed, and got off on time. Luckily.

Now, I get home, and I have to take care of my speeding ticket that I got in KKK town. The lady was nice, she told me everything I'd need to to so I can take defensive driving, and it looks like it's going to be $10 cheaper than what I was expecting to pay, so things are looking up. Now I just need to find my rebate card from ordering my Internet service, so that I can hopefully get my rebate before 2008.

Woe is me

So I guess I'm semi having another pity party. After reading blogs about black women being independent: is it a good thing or a bad thing, I'm wondering if it really is. Some say, as do I, that's it's something that we kind of fell into. Daddy's leaving home, women have had to be mommy and daddy and bring home the bacon. But also, we're so busy getting degrees, being an executive, devoting ourselves to our church and community, that we don't leave room to "take care of a man." Which, okay, I'm cool with that. But then you complain that we're too clingy, too much into you, and we need to have something outside of you to be more well-rounded. So what do you want? Why is it that the good men are being snatched up, hiding, whatever. And the good woman are left, with their career, church, community involvement, etc., and they can't find a good man? What do you want from us?

Vegas Baby!!!!!!

So I wasn't too thrilled with my father when he woke up at 9:45 the morning we were to leave for Vegas, but we didn't hit the road until about 3:30. I was wanting to rest, and check out the place and actually go to the opening ceremonies this year, because I missed them last year. But.....we got there at 7, I got to see a few friends before checking in, met my roommate for the 4 night stay (more on her later), and got to the Spirit of the words poetry contest just in time to hear my friend's contest-winning poem.
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Thursday

I've waited so long to write this post, I've forgotten quite a bit, so I guess it really wasn't all that memorable. Ah, yes. There are professional development breakfasts; basically free breakfasts where we can here people speak about a certain issue in journalism or media, and make contacts, sometimes they give stuff away, whatever. And of course, I missed it. So I'm standing in a LONG line downstairs at one of the coffee stand-type places in the lobby, waiting to pay $14 for 2 muffins some water and some juice, but I had no problem with that, really.

Hillary Clinton was the first of 2 possible presidential candidates to speak at the convention, in our "Conversation with America's Candidates" session, and she was up that morning. She likes to talk, and dance around the question a little bit, but eventually she answers part of it. But the highlight of that session was when a man asked about "socialized healthcare" and she basically told him "if you would like to be educated on universal healthcare then you can visit with my staff after the session, instead of being rhetorical and uneducated about the issue..." And that was that.

I ran into a former co-worker and ran into the job fair really quick before going to a workshop on how to perfect your live shot (that's the "live from the scene" shot you see reporters out on during the newscast. They were pretty much talking about making them better, making them draw the viewer in and really stay there and listen to the story. It was interesting, to say the least. My mentor later said she thought some, well one person in particular, went a little overboard on their live shots. But the room was packed, good information was shared. Sometime after that my buddy got there, and I was mad at him, for some reason, don't really know why. And he made it worse when he didn't answer my calls or text messages later that night, while I was hoping from media reception to reception with my mentor, her husband, and an L.A. columnist. And then he made it EVEN MORE WORSE, when I was told he was looking for me at a party, so I called and texted him, no answer, but when he finally finds me, all I get is a head nod, and he walks on. Like I'm just a random acquaintance. I eventually forgave him, but writing that got me a little heated up again. We left the party about 1-ish, caught a cab back to our hotel and fell asleep. (It was a fairly good party, for $20)
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Friday

Missed another breakfast, I think I only had a rice krispies treat and a couple of sips of water that morning. It was Barak Obama's day to speak (we did ask all of the people taking a stab at the presidency, Democratic and Republican, but Edwards couldn't make it at the time allotted, and no Republicans responded---what does that tell you?) He was late, but he came in, joking, that now he hopes, finally, that he's proved he's black enough to be President. I hung out for 2 seconds with my buddy, went to lunch and a workshop and headed back to the room. Btw, in the middle of all this, we switched rooms; ours smelled like smoke and it was SO hard for me to sleep cuz my sheets smelled like smoke and I couldn't breathe.

The first night of the convention, my roommate, being the friendly, Chatty Cathy I would later find out she was, she talked to a chick that was part of the Spirit of the Words poetry event, and she said she worked for Toni Braxton, and could get us in to see her. I had already determined before hitting Vegas that I wanted to see her, but I wasn't trying to pay at least $70+ tax. Thursday didn't work out, but Friday evening we got a call, and we had 30 minutes to get over to the hotel across the street to get in the show.

It was great, I got a very blurry photo of her legs, LOL. She's a great entertainer, and it didn't even feel like 2 hours had passed. Unfortunately I didn't discuss it with the guy sitting next to me. But she was sitting on guys' laps, and then shaking their woman's hands. She asked me and the dude next to me if we were together, and we shook our heads no, so we missed out. Oh well, she's great, and a humble person. I ran into more former co-workers, and turned in early.
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Saturday

I believe there was another professional development breakfast, but I wasn't even interested in going. I think I had water this morning. FINALLY got around the job fair, ran into some college buddies, and eventually saw my dad again, we had lunch at a buffet. I wanted to see one of the movies, although the one I wanted to see, tickets had run out days before anyway, so I wasn't that pressed to see any of the other ones. I went to another workshop, balancing life and work. It was very good. They had very good panelists who were funny and had good information to share, and have accomplished a successful career and successful personal life, whether single or married, with and without kids.

I had dinner that night at an Asian restaurant with a very good friend, and mentor, and we talked about all sorts of stuff. It was just fun to actually get to hang with her this year. I don't remember seeing her in Indy last year, but I know I literally stopped her in the hall in ATL, we hugged, and that was the last time I saw her that year.

Went to the Chicago kick-off party. It was awesome. Fairly good music, good hosts, Chocolatini's that were VERY strong. Too strong. And lots of laughter. Good times were had.
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Sunday

I always go to the Gospel Brunch. Honestly, best food of the conference, and you get to hear great artists. This year it was a group called Damali, Marvin Winans and Jonathan Butler. They were all great, and I got a picture with Marvin Winans. I absolutely LOVE the ENTIRE Winans family.

Now.......
This is where my vacation went downhill. It stumbled a little bit earlier, but completely fell off here.

Got to the airport, it's horribly designed (but I'm partial cuz at DFW you really don't have to walk more than 50 feet to get to your gate, you get dropped off right there). But here, you got dropped off down where the ticket counters are, and checked baggage goes. THEN you have to ride an escalator up to gates, walk, ride a moving sidewalk, and then walk some more to your gate (also like this at LAX).

So I get to my gate, an hour and a half till we're supposed to leave. I'm good, got a green tea frappuccino and a banana nut muffin, and just people-watching. Trippin off the slot machines 20 feet away from me. Now the flight was to leave at 3. At 2:30, the plane wasn't there, but it showed up shortly and deboarded, and they were cleaning and checking equipment, then....."we'll be boarding in 14-20 minutes, there's a mechanical situation we're gonna take care of, and we'll get you to Dallas as close to on-time as possible."

2:45- "We're not at a 'we'll let you know' stage. It's going to take longer and we'll let you know at 3:45 when we'll be taking off."

3:15- "I'm sorry I have more bad news, we'll let you know at 5:00 when we'll be boarding and headed to Dallas."

3:45-"I'm very sorry, more bad news. This flight has been cancelled. All coach passengers follow Kay to the ticket counter and we'll get you on another flight, first class and special needs passengers can stay and we'll find another flight for you."

Now before leaving for L.A. I did have the opportunity to bump up to first class for $150, but I wasn't that concerned. I should've went ahead and did it.

So we're waiting, forever, for them to get people on other flights. Luckily they were putting us up in a hotel, and even gave us $20 in meal vouchers (half of which I still have now) and we were all schlepped to the Hampton Inn.

Now I had several friends who weren't flying out till Monday anyway, so I called them, asked if they had a place to stay, and said they could come stay with me. But since I hadn't heard anything, I went ahead and got a room with 1 bed. Friend #1 calls, sure, I'll be over in half an hour. So I call to get a 2-bed room. I switch, and the a/c doesn't seem to be working. So I said I'll wait an hour, and if it doesn't work I'll switch rooms again. My friend gets there, and I'm waiting another 30 minutes, it's not cooling. So I call down, they send up an engineer, and he says "oh you're on the 6th floor, it's not gonna get any cooler than his, with all the heat rising and all." So he has a switched to another room, and he gave us free drink coupons.

So we move, friend #2 shows up. Friend #3 calls, finds out where we are and tries to get a room there. I gave away the coupons cuz I wasn't interested in drinking anymore, and me and friend #1 go and get something to eat. Jack in the Crack says they were open for people to come in till 11, but at 10:30, the doors were locked, and they weren't trying to let us in, so we move on to McDonald's. On the way there, friend #3 calls back, asking to stay in our room. It's cool with everybody, so he shows up just after we get back. We had good times. Laughing, HARD, every 2 minutes. Idk how friend #2 slept through it all, but she did. I think we went to sleep around 2, and me and friend #1 woke up at 6:15 to catch our flights. I got a little comped breakfast, talked to friend #2, and then rushed down to check out and catch the shuttle. I was told it would come every 10-15 minutes, there was a shuttle sitting out there, but the lady downstairs said 8:00. It was 7:50 so I was sorta okay, my flight was to board at 8:55. I get to the airport again, dragging bags, had to check them again, had trouble finding the baggage counter, got back upstairs and the security line was LONG. I had to consolidate bags, throw out the water I bought AT THE AIRPORT less than 24 hours before, and got to the gate just before they started boarding.

Finally getting to Dallas and heading to go get my car at 3, I had to move my bags to my car, get some Chick-fil-a (hadn't had it in ages) and gas, and headed back to Wichita Falls. My air's out, I'm sleepy and frustrated, so I'm trying to get home ASAP, and I get pulled over. For going 10 over. He wasn't very sympathetic to my terrible time getting home story, nor the fact that I had to be at work in 4 hours and still had to go to sleep. I would actually go and try to get this one dismissed, but I got it in KKK town, so I don't even wanna try and show up. But the trooper hoped I could make it to Vegas again and have fun next time.

So I get 2 1/2 hours of sleep. I'm dealing with new and temporary people on my show, it went okay. The next night, I wake up, terribly sick. So now, I'm getting over a cold, I have a little bit of a lingering cough, but I think I'll be okay.

And that's Vegas. Not too sure if I'll be going back anytime soon. I'll be trying to figure out how to put pictures up at some point.

My first vacation

So.........

I finally got to take my first vacation. I decided to take a few days off before my journalism convention and went to visit my dad in L.A. I arrived on his birthday, and was incredibly tired, with my crazy schedule and the time change. But we went to a crawfish festival in Long Beach, and then went to see The Bourne Ultimatum that night. It was great, that that I saw, b/c I kept falling asleep. But I got the gist. And I stayed at my dad's house, chillin, relaxin, watchin tv Monday and Tuesday, even though I had planned to go to work with him and knock a story out before the convention. But since that never happened, I was cool. I realized I really wasn't ready to have my work critiqued just yet. It was pretty much the same stuff from last year, and, I can't move on to another job yet anyway, so I'd just be wasting their time. Besides, anybody I'd really want to get a critique from, at the particular point, I can get it. In fact the last of my contacts that I talked to at the convention told me to send him a tape when I get back to Texas. So my next post will be some of what happened in Vegas, b/c, as you know, what goes on there.............stays there.

Small Town Television....

...is very interesting. It's almost like anyone who's a journalist should minor, or double major in psychology. Because people call about the most idiotic things, the most trivial things, and because they are essentially your "customer" you have to pacify them.

I remember one of the first calls I got here, a lady complaining that the Lotto numbers didn't stay up on the screen long enough to check her numbers. Another guy called asking about a meeting, and ended up telling me about his lack of education and who wasn't helping him at the city and who was leaving him to practically live on the street. I have to do local birthdays, and people will TAKE YOUR HEAD OFF if you don't get their name, or their loved one's name on. ESPECIALLY, if they didn't call in time for you to get it on the air, they EXPECT you to get it on the next day. Annnnddd........I love how people call asking about commercials and infomercials that happen to air on our station, and EXPECT us to know the information from the infomercial. Honestly, had I ever watched the one I was asked about the other day at 4:10 in the AM, I could've given her the number. BUT, I don't watch infomercials, and TWO I was working. Don't have time to write down numbers. Anywho, this will never stop for me, as long as I'm in this business, so I'm learning to deal with it.

On a side note: It's interesting how I ended up ALL over in this story on a competing station's newscast.

Casual Proposals

Okay. For future reference, for my future husband, I'm going to need you be a little more dressed up than this guy when you propose. I could understand if we were at a baseball game or something, I could understand if we were at the park. But if you're going to be on tv, and you KNOW your hopefully soon-to-be fiance has to dress up and look nice for her job, you should be somewhat dressed up too, i.e. NO SHORTS. But he's not a bad looking guy. Congratulations Andrea!

Getting to know you.....

The male species can be SO frustrating. I just got off the phone with this dude who claims he likes me, but everytime I talk to him, he's always distracted or not listening or anything. And he said something kinda strange today about girls leaving relationships b/c they don't know what they want. They go in thinking they know what they want, and expect people to change, and he said people don't have time for you to think about what you want. And as I got sick of having to repeat everything I said b/c he was falling asleep on the phone, I thought, I don't have time to waste on somebody who can't stay awake and listen to me.

I'm at a frustrating, confusing and upsetting time in my life right now. I want to get married one day. Have kids one day. My profession already makes it hard to meet people and establish a relationship. But not being able to find anyone PERIOD to try and start the relationship is even more frustrating. It almost makes you wanna give up when you do meet that person you think could be right for you, but they don't feel the same way. Or worse, you don't even know how they feel, and you're too shy to figure them out, or even just ask. Maybe one day I'll get around to it.

On another note.......today is the birthday of the guy I had a crush on for forever and a day. He's still far away, as far as I know, still attatched, unfortunately. But whatever will be will be. I guess I'm just living this life till the Second Coming.


Until next time!!

For the love of Pete!!!!!!!!!!

So....I had been talking to this guy for a few weeks. Just talk, friendly stuff. I'm sure he could tell I was flirting, though. There was even a time that I thought I'd never speak to him again. I thought I was being overbearing and he was tired of me, and he didn't initiate any convo........................until.......this week. He invites me to an event his fraternity is having next month. I was geeked, psyched, over the moon. Not only did he talk to me again, but he INVITED me to an event. Once I got over the shock, I went back and read his impromptu invite, and he gave the date................and bam. OF COURSE it would be the SAME date as the ONE TIME I'd be OUT OF TOWN for my journalism conference. I told him so too. But told him to make sure to let me know about other stuff. Cuz I support the kids, you know?

But I also checked flights, just to see, if I changed mine, came back a day early. And it turned out to be $145 cheaper than what I've already paid. BUT..........I wouldn't get a refund AND I'd have to pay an EXTRA $100 to change my itinerary. So much for that. But I'm thinking of asking him if there's a make-up event I can go to (wink, wink).

So wish me luck!!!!

Ciao!

Video Mode

Someone sent me a youtube link, so I started watching more. THESE ARE HILARIOUS.

If you know anything about Alexyss K. Tylor, you'll find this friggin hilarious.


"Fosse" Dancers "Walkin it Out"


Teletubbies "Walkin it Out"

The Wedding

I had forgotten all about this for a minute. EVERY man should be this happy to be getting married.

ETA: I just remembered I had posted this before, and when I went and looked, I posted it exactly 1 year and 2 days ago.

Consequences and Repercussions

You know, it's crazy how people don't think about the consequences and repercussions of their actions. We're the "Right Now" generation. We want everything right now, and want everyone else to worry about the results. Myself included, but not in the particular instance that sparked this post. My ex is getting all hot and bothered b/c of his best friend's ex/baby mama. Apparently in their state, whoever doesn't have full custody isn't required by the state to pay child support. UGGGh I wish! If I was ever in that situation, I'm glad I'm not in that state, and don't plan to be in that state. But everybody's all upset, and huffing and whining, when it ALLLLL could've been avoided by doing what, class? STAYING ABSTINENT. Don't do the deed if you don't plan to deal with the consequences and repercussions. ESPECIALLY if you don't know that the person you're dealing with is THE ONE.

So please, if you're reading this, and you don't know if you want to be a parent yet, or if you're not ready to be a parent yet, don't take the chance. Cuz I don't wanna hear you bitching and moaning. And I surely don't wanna hear your friends bitching and moaning for you

Trapped in the Drive-Thru

Kinda long, but hilarious. Classic Weird Al. Based on R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet" series.

Saving Dr. Burke?

Although, it's kinda, bring back Dr. Burke now. A member of the gay and lesbian community is sending out a petition to get his job back. Save Dr. Burke. I signed it. People have said and done far worse (i.e. George W.,all of the politicians against gay marriage, the female politician who threw a homophobic slur at a male politician, I don't remember names) yet, none of them have had to go to counseling, none of them had to do a PSA, and more importantly, NONE of them have lost their jobs. Don Imus lost his job for saying something that the gay and lesbian community says is equally as hurtful, but no one asked him to go to counseling, or to do a PSA about racial harmony. SAVE DR. BURKE!!

Unlucky in Love

Soooooooooooooooooooooo..........I feel like I'm going to be an old maid. Like I'll semi-be like Oprah (as my family and friends seem to think I'll be, career-wise, though I'm not trying to be) in that I'll never marry and never have kids. Not that I don't want to, but it's frustrating.

I met this guy, online (I need to like stay away from the internet) about a month ago. He seemed really nice, we talked quite a bit, he had a lot of the traits I want in a husband, but I haven't talked to him in a few days. I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, b/c I know he's been online, but I don't know if he just doesn't "seem to have time" to write back or what.

But I'm just gonna keep on doing my own thing, and someday my prince will come and find me.

Dissin the ex

And so how bout I pissed off my ex, and I don't even care. I told him what I had to say would piss him off and hurt his feelings, but he wanted me to say it anyway. I always hated his little "my story's better than your story" stories. And he got all offensive, first jumping to the conclusion (as usual) that I thought he talked too much, then thinking that I thought he interrupted me too much. When all I said was, I didn't have to hear about his experience every time something happens to me, especially if it didn't happen recently.

And I'm not sure why he feels the need to talk to me everyday, we're not together for a reason, and granted I've been friends with some of my exes before, I don't think we can be friends. Everything that pissed me off when we were together is pissing me off now.

La Policia

Soooo..............I left work, getting breakfast for the morning crew. I went the wrong way, well it's not the wrong way, just not the way I normally go. And I'm sure I wasn't going the speed limit (30), but there were no cops there at the time. So I picked up the breakfast burritos, dropped them off, and then took off to go home, on the same street, 20 minutes later. I'm not even thinking about the speed limit, my stomach had started hurting, and I was tired and ready to just crash. And I saw the lights first before I saw anything else, looked down and realized I was going over 40, on the 30 mph street.

And so I'm thinking "Nooooooooooooooooooo my record!!" I haven't had a ticket in over 3 years, "I hate the police." He asks why I'm in a hurry, I tell him I just got off of work, I have a stomach ache and was just trying to get home. He asked me where I work and I tell him, and he was like "geez ya'll news people are always flying down this street." Well he takes my license and insurance, writes down a few things, and luckily, he let me off with a warning.

I LOVE THE POLICE! ME GUSTA MUCHO LA POLICIA!!!!

3-day weekend

So I took a comp day off from work. My first, and ironically, the day before my 6 month anniversary at my job (which is now today!). I was supposed to go to Houston, to visit some friends and family. But............it's too hot, I was too tired to do all of that driving. And the main person I was going to see, I hadn't really talked to in a while. So while there were other people who could've kept me busy the whole weekend (and not like that, get your mind out of the gutter), I didn't wanna deal with it.

So I went home, didn't have much to do, wanted to go to the free Erykah Badu concert, that didn't work out either. I didn't wanna go that badly b/c everybody and their mama would've been there, and it was hot, I would've had to find a lawn chair and I KNOW getting to and from there would've been hellish.

So I actually ended up spending the entire weekend at a friends house. There were 5 people in the house, 3 dogs and a cat, and it was actually fun. Something I'm not normally used to. I can't even remember what we did Friday...Oh yeah, we went to see my friend's cousin who had just had a baby. HE'S SOOOOOOO ADORABLE!!!! I told her she needs to have more so that I don't have to have any, I can just come and play with her babies. But he was so precious, he was a wild sleeper in my arms.

Saturday, we went to East Texas, came back, and went to Maxwell's, which is supposed to be like a more sophisticated club, an older crowd. Although you have to be 23 to get in. Uhhhh, I hadn't been there before, but I wanted to look nice, cuz, it was a more sophisticated club. And so the capri jeans I wanted to wear did not go with the shirt I wanted to wear. Well..................when we got there, I couldn't believe how dressed down people were. Well, there weren't that many. But I was disappointed to see this one chick in a plain tank top and some jean shorts and flip flops. I was like I could've kept the capri jeans on. And I was upset that it was $20 to get in, but they did stay open till 4.

So, they had about 3 different places where they were playing music, and it just seemed like everybody knew everybody, or everybody was together, it was kinda boring. We went outside, where they played a lot of old school , 90's stuff, and this dude in all white, almost lookin like a skinny Juvenile was dancing, giving us lap dances, giving us dap, and I told my friends that he would be great blog material (and hence, here he is). He was cute, but he was smoking a black (which I have done in the past but ONLY on occasion and ONLY when I went to the club). But I had a feeling he smoked often.

These 2 other guys come by, and talk to us, mostly about our chests. Telling us we were intimidating people with our wealth. And apparently a girl told my friend she wished she had chi chi's like hers (she's like a FF or GG). But these guys were talking to us, and the white outfit guy was kinda upset. And then one of these dudes thought I was being mean(I found out later his name was Johnny) and didn't want my friend to talk to him. And I said uhhh no, his cigarette was 2 cm from my eye, that's why I made a face. But he later asked me to dance, and then my friends pulled me away.

The nice thing though was, #1, I could've sworn I saw Tony Rock, Dirk from the CW's All of Us, and Chris Rock's brother. When he passed by again, I realized it was him, I stopped him and shook his hand and said nice to meet you Mr. Rock, and he was like, "ohhh Mr. Rock is my father, call me Tony." So, he was nice. And near the end of the night, the flower man passed by me, asked me where my man was and I said I don't know cuz I don't know him. And he was like awwww that's a shame, and gave me a BEAUTIFUL red rose. So I had fun. Sunday, we just sat around, watching music videos and other videos on You Tube. And I came home late, my eyes were crossing I was so tired. And today, someone was mad cuz I didn't call them. I fell asleep instead. That's another blog post.

Monthly update?

Ok, I said I would post more than once a month, but so far, that's been a bust. Some stuff has happened since my last post. In fact, a week after my last post, I finally did my first story. That aired. On a real tv station. I was happy, and told any and everybody. And only 2 days before I was wondering if I would EVER get to do a story.

The day after that, I get a note that the man that hosts the show before mine had a heart attack. So I ended up doing an hour and a half show for almost a month. It's hard enough to do a good show, find some good stories for the morning. But with an hour and a half, I basically used everything I could find, and then some. Gave the weatherman all the time he wanted, and let them banter.
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My ex is kinda back in my life. He im's me everyday, telling me about his business, and how he wants to date but doesn't want to date. And then had the nerve to say we might end up getting back together one day. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm if I have anything to do with it, it's not happening. Sorry if you're reading this.

21st Century, Old-Fashion Woman

Soooo.....I decided to go ahead and type this up now, since it was kinda on my mind.

Can you be a 21st century, independent, but old-fashion woman? I'd love for a man to come and open doors, pull out my chair, drive everywhere, pay for everything, sure, he can pump the gas too. Granted yes, I can do it myself. I'm paying my own bills, cooking, working, taking care of myself. It's nice when someone buys something for me, even if it's just a steak dinner.

But chivalry needs to come back. And some of ya'll dudes need to quit spitting out this "I thought you were an independent, 21st Century woman" crap. Just because I got my own doesn't mean I need or want to spend my hard-earned money on YOU. Whatever happened to people doing something because they want to be nice, or because they love someone? Nowadays, people are doing waaaaaaaaay too much, and their only motive is to get something in return, whether it be money, material things, or sexual favors. I can understand 50/50, ya'll get tired of always paying, always driving, always, always, ALWAYS doing something. But why do I have to give EVERYTHING before you give ONE thing? I can understand if you don't have a car. I can understand if you're IN BETWEEN jobs. But if I found a way when I was in between jobs and without a car to get what I needed done, then you so-called "grown azz men" need to be able to do the same. We get tired of paying, and doing all the time,too; trying to support and not turn our backs on our Kings, but you can't be acting like a bratty prince, hollerin' "give me, give me, give me."

So.....why is it that I keep meeting, or attracting broke guys, who want me to do any and everything for them? Where is my equal? Where is the man who is taking care of himself, working on his life and career goals? Why is it that these men that I meet that seem to have these qualities, are close-minded and only want one type of girl, i.e. skinny. Didn't you hear Mo'Nique, skinny cooks can't be trusted. But no, this isn't a hate the skinny bitch rant. It's just a very,very common theme that I have seen in about 99.9% of the guys I've met that I thought were quality guys, had the qualities that I wanted in a potential mate, yet, they all, and I do mean ALL wanted (okay, with the exception of one that I can think of at this moment, but he's too far away so he doesn't count) a single-digit sized chick.

Anywho, now that that's off my chest. Now if only I could tell the one person that I've had a crush on for forever that, I've had a crush on him for forever, I can move on completely, and breathe deeply again.

May Day, May Day

Soooo, uuhhhhhh, yeah. I coulda sworn my blogger account was deactivated b/c the last time I tried to log in, it said I wasn't a registered user.

But good thing that wasn't the case, and I'm back. Soooooooo, what's been up?

Well it's now T minus 19 months and approximately 2 weeks till I'll hopefully be starting another job. I've been dealing with my boss, dealing with the people I work with, for the most part. I just go to work, do my job, and go home.

I just very recently started going back to the gym again, and I'm starting to like it again. Cable is evil, b/c that's part of the reason I didn't go to the gym for almost 3 weeks. But we'll see how much I really am into it after I go to Turbo Kick tomorrow.

I'm excited about my Vegas trip in August. I just got my confirmation of my registration for my NABJ convention...a month after I registered for it. Got a room, now I'm just working on a ticket, and my aunt called to tell me she's gonna give me a voucher she had from American Airlines. So now all I have to do is continue losing weight, and work on anoher resume tape.

I've reconnected with some very good friends recently, I've told some that I really appreciate them. I'm glad that there are some good people out there still. But.....on the other hand, I've met some crazy ass dudes (dude that asked me to buy you a phone 2 DAYS after I met you, don't call me again). So I'm just content with being by myself and somewhat happy, than being with someone just to be with someone and miserable. Elaboration on this will come in a future post. But, today is also my ex's birthday. He randomly texted me a couple of weeks ago, and we added each other as a friend on MySpace, so we kinda say hi and bye once a week now.

But I just wanted to talk about one last thing. I love volunteering now. Especially when I'm dealing with children. I've been tutoring kids during this Saturday School thing, and this past Saturday was the last one, so we took them out to this kiddie place to ride rides, play games and eat pizza. It was fun, the kiddies I normally worked with were fighting over who got to roll with me during the time we were there, so I'm glad I was somewhat of a positive influence in their lives, and I can't wait until next year when I get to work with them, and some new kids.

Until next time,
Ciao mi gente

On a side note

I wasn't too upset about the Miss USA controversy, but now I am. I can understand that pageant rules specifically forbid reigning while pregnant, but how the hell does someone letting nature take place have to resign, but someone who breaks the law doesn't?

http://www.nbc5i.com/entertainment/10752674/detail.html

Driving in a Winter Wonderland

Soooooooooooo, as some of you may have read/heard, there was this little ice storm in the middle of the country, and unfortunately, that included north central Texas, where I'm currently located. So I went and picked out some movies on Friday to make it a Blockbuster weekend, and prepared NOT to leave until I had to go to work Sunday night. I look outside occasionally, but I don't see anything I haven't seen before, so I think nothing of it.

Sunday night rolls around, I'm thinking I'm going to get to work early to meet some people I haven't officially met yet, and I walk out to my car and it's COVERED in ice. Mind you, I've had a little bit of sleet and snow on it before, but never 1/2 an inch of ice. So I got to spend about 15 minutes chipping away enough ice so I could see out of my front windshield, and let my front windows down to remove the sheet of ice covering them.

But now I might know what frostbite feels like. Before I left work yesterday, I tried to get some more ice off my windshields, and was pretty successful, however, I didn't appreciate the burning/stinging I felt once I got in my warm car. And now, my ring finger still hurts a little, but we'll see if it breaks off or anything.

But after that workout, I promptly left for my daily trek to Walmart and this time spent under $10, buying de-icer and an ingredient for a pasta dish, as I'm sure this will not be the only ice storm/freezing temperatures we see in 2007.

Now this is scary

Your Birthdate: January 8

You love being in love... so much so that it's very hard for you to be single. Unfortunately, it's difficult for you to stay in love over time. Too many people intrigue you! Only your true love will be able to keep you interested over time. Number of True Loves You'll Have: 2 Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 3 You are most compatible with people born on the 8th, 17th, and 26th of the month.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?

My life path-muy interesante

Your Life Path Number is 11

Your purpose in life is to inspire others Your amazing energy draws people to you, and you give them great insight in return.You hold a great amount of power over others, without even trying.You have the makings of an inventor, artist, religious leader, or prophet. In love, you are sensitive and passionate. You connect with your partner on a very deep level. You have great abilities, but you are often way too critical of yourself.You don't fit in - and instead of celebrating your differences, you dwell on them.You have high expectations of yourself. But sometimes you set them too high and don't achieve anything.

http://www.lammasafe.com/perl/proxy.pl/011010A/http/www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/">What Is Your Life Path Number?

New year, same old new stuff

So for the past 2 1/2 hours it's been 2007. And where do I get to be? At work. There's all of 3 people here, and I'm looking for stories to fill my morning show, and listening to all the calls about fireworks and accidents over the police scanners. But, I think I'm happy. It hasn't really kicked in yet, but now I really do feel like getting a calendar and marking off the days till I'm out of here.

But on the upside, my birthday is coming up. The downside, in exactly a week I will be a quarter of a century years old. Not really looking forward to it b/c I feel like an old maid, but then again, I suppose there are some people in worse predicaments than mine. But really, I can't complain. I shouldn't complain, b/c I know at any time God can take all of this away from me, as easily and quickly as he gave it to me.

So anywho, I'm extremely sleepy, wanting to go to sleep as soon as I get home, although I'm gonna try and make myself go to the gym, and I'm gonna try to get through the next 5 hours without falling asleep.

HAPPY NEW YEAR PARTY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ciao!!