Cause it's Friday…

you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do…

One of my favorite movies of all time…yes, I am woman enough to admit it…don’t front…you know you have watched this ish over and over too. Chris Tucker made this movie…the others have just not quite hit the mark…I love me some Katt Williams (yes I have a crush on the leprechaun pimp…I just have a thing for men that can make me laugh…I guess…), but even he could not make Friday After Next worth watching over and over and over…

I do have a job…but I decided to take off this Friday…I am debating just how accessible I am going to make myself today…Do I want to return emails? Should I call candidates if they show interest? What do I do…I mean, I did take vacay…not a work from home day…so I guess I have my answer.

I really don’t have ish to do today…I originally was going to go home for the holiday weekend, but I’ve been a bit under the weather…last week was rough, this week was recovery…and I now have a ticket to the Texas season opener against Florida Atlantic (hook’em)…they will be retiring my boy VY’s jersey before the game…I only came up on one ticket…thanks Tim…but I don’t mind going to the game by myself...it’s a football game, although going alone, I will not be alone. I am so excited football season is really here. Now I have to call my cousin and tell her I will not be making the trek to Brazoria County this weekend…I am sure she will be disappointed…yet she will forgive me…I am such the prodigal daughter…I can’t tell you the last time I went home…oh yes, I can…It was in July…I rode back home with my sister to pick up my nieces from my mom’s…it was a turnaround trip…I see my parents all the time, they love coming to Austin…it’s the rest of the family I have not seen since 2005…oh well…

Have a happy Friday and enjoy your holiday…if you 'que for Labor Day, send some my way. *chunks deuce*

Tip'n on 4-4's

She didn’t tag me…but I was told that I had to do it anyway…because she meant to tag me, lol.

And this one is easy enough, and will give me an updated blog posting…so here goes…

Four placees I go to over and over:

1. The office

2. HEB Grocery

3. My sister’s house

4. The gas station (shame that the gym did not make this list)

Four people who e-mail me (regularly):

1. Patrice

2. SDM

3. Timothy

4. Millie

Four places I would rather be right now:

1. Houston

2. DC

3. Miami

4. Vegas

Four TV shows/programs that I watch over and over:

1. The Hills

2. Making the Band

3. What Not to Wear

4. One Tree Hill

Four things I have for breakfast:

1. Belgian Waffles

2. Post Great Grains Crunchy Pecan cereal, with plain soy milk, and banana slices.

3. Ham and cheese croissant

4. Breakfast Tacos

Four animals I like best:

1. Ones

2. that

3. live

4. elsewhere LOL

(I have to agree with my girl Patrice on this one…and I don’t deal with other people pets either)

Four beaches I’ve been to:

1. Galveston

2. Corpus Christi

3. Surfside

4. Quintanna

(I pretty much grew up on the last two)

Tagging 4 people-since I was not officially tagged…I will not tag anyone.

Romance and ish like that...

Romance means different things to different people...takes different things to get us in the mood...

me, sometimes...I be on that hood ish for real...tell me how you want to beat it up and slap me on the azz...that's romance...I'm wit Black Ty...you know we be tearing it up, breaking stuff, that ghetto love...I don't know about you...but these lyrics right here...that's romance at it's best, ha!

I'll be obliged
if you step outside
because my ride is awaitin
our date an
of steak an
a night cap
we matin
awakin
by smells of perfume that I inhale
and then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell
satin sheets
heat from your feet keep me warm
The mood is perfected with the sounds from the storm
You came stronger
I lasted longer
Than I've ever lasted
your mouth was fantastic
the fuk test
you passed it
the way you made a nigga laugh
I had to getcha
and when I saw that ass pass
I had to hit cha
ya makin me fight against my will
What must I do?
[Would ya kill for me?]
Yeah if my life in danger too
[Even steal for me?]
Yeah if that shit belongs to you
[Then feel for me?]
Yeah if the way you act is true
Who knows
fine clothes
Lexus doors you'll be closin
when you become one of the chosen...

1...2...

So…

I heated up my leftovers at 1:45 pm…then he hit me up at 2pm, asking if I was in the mood for a late lunch…

I am not feeling well…think I am coming down with something…have not been taking the allergy tablets like I should…and I was not feeling my best…so I hit him up and let him know that I was already eating, and working through lunch.

Around 4:30 my phone rings…it’s him…asking me how I was doing…the conversation ended with him making some phone calls to look into a car for me (I am in the market for a VW Passat).

So…still no lunch plans…but the negro is car shopping for me…

On another note…

#1….because “lunch date” is actually in the #2 position right now...he just don’t know it…so I spent some QT time with #1…late Saturday night, early Sunday morning…however you want to call it…it wasn’t face-to-face…he’s traveling on business…so we have to work with what we have for the moment. The thing is…I can go without talking to #2, and I’m good…but I actually miss #1 when I go a day, two, or three without talking to him…

A friend said that I get the intellectual stimulation from #1 and the physical from #2…maybe so…but I am physically attracted to #1…trust…and I have connected with #2 on a level beyond the physical (apparently since we have not been physically intimate)…I just feel a dilemma coming on…options are always good…but I have a feeling someone is going to get hurt here…possibly me…with that being said…I am still keeping my options open…I don’t have an exclusive relationship with either…I have not even gone on a “date” with either…so, right now…I mean…may the best man win…but then again...is it best to have options, when they are both viable options?

And on a completely different note…

I was at the white party on Friday, when my homeboy walked by. I met him freshman year of college…he was a few years older. He’s been married for a minute, and the past few times I have seen him, he is giving his whoa is me sob story because his wife is insecure and has trust and jealousy issues…Now, he usually greets us with hugs, but all we got was this awkward wave as he kept it moving…my friend said, “Oh, so that’s all I get?” To which he replied, “Let me get something to drink first”. So…I am thirsty and I want a sprite…don’t feel like going to the bar, so I say, “Hey, bring me a sprite.” He keeps going…did not acknowledge my request, so I call out after him by name. “(insert name) get me a sprite”. He turns around and replies…mind you, we are now standing a good five feet from each other…

“I can’t do that, I can’t do shit…I got my wife with me”.

I am looking at his stupid azz like wtf?!

So later, I guess he calls himself putting me in my place…

“Yo, you can’t be doing that?”

Me being me…I laid into his stupid behind…

“How in the hell was I supposed to know your wife was with you. We were not fuking then, we are not fuking now, and we will not be fuking in the future…but you made us look real suspect with that little scene. I don’t need anyone’s wife in my face with some bullshit. I guess my expectations of you are too high…I expect you to always act the same with me…so if your wife has a problem with you giving women hugs, and buying them sprites when she is with you…then you shouldn’t do it when she is NOT with you”.

“I see what you’re saying, but you don’t understand my situation…everything I do is suspect…you don’t understand.”

“I guess I don’t”…and that was the end of that.

Men.

Pissing on Trees

He extended a dinner invite, which turned into lunch plans…which he canceled an hour before we were supposed to meet…

He was hosting a white party that evening, and I knew I would see him there…and I knew I would be looking damn fly.

I wore a white pencil skirt, that hugged the azz just right, had on a white button down (with the peek-a-boo) cleavage, and a wide black belt around the waist to break up all the white…with large gold hoop earrings, a black sateen clutch, and my black and gold peep toe sling-backs (pictured here). I always feel sexy, but I was in overdrive this evening…

The party started at nine, we got there around ten…normally would not be in the house until eleven, but they stopped serving the free Ciroc then, and my friend was trying to get her $20 worth.

I decide to go the ladies room to adjust myself…had a slight wardrobe malfunction getting out the car…well, my entire right boob decides to pop out of my undergarment…just as the parking attendant was approaching, lol. (This happened later that night while on the dance floor too).

So, I am on my way to the ladies room just to give myself a look over and refresh the gloss…when I see him approaching…looking sexy as hell in his white pants, button down shirt, and white vest with thin pink pinstripes…

“You look good.” he says through a smile as he hugs me. “What are you up to?”

“Going to the ladies room right now”, thinking…damn that smile, I wanted to be mad at him for cancelling, but he was just looking too good for me to care at the moment…

“What are you up to?” he asks again.

“At the moment, I am going to the ladies room.” As I walk off.

I go back out and catch up with my friends, in the same spot I left them…by the bar, lol.

I have a clear view of him standing on the corner of the dance floor…I take off to make my rounds, to see what else is going on in the spot…I approach him, intending to walk past him, when he reaches out and takes my hand…drawing me into him…

“You’re looking good.”

Ha, I’m thinking…this is the second time he’s said that…

“Thank you and you’re looking nice yourself.”

“What have you been up to?”

I wanted to say…cussing your flakey azz out for cancelling on me at the last minute…but I do not want him to know I am the bit phased.

So I reply with, “Working hard and I am kinda tired and sleepy now”

“You better drink a red bull” I hear him say as I walk off.

The night goes on, and I am having a good time…actually trying to stay away from him because the last thing I want is for him to think I am watching him…although I caught him watching me on a few occasions.

The first time being as I approached my homeboy, his business partner…it was beginning to get a lil' warm in the place, and “e” said I was hot only because I had just been hugged by him, to which I responded, I was already hot before you touched me, and shimmied as I walked off…

Yeah, I caught him eyeing me during that entire exchange.

My girl, was like…”He is all up in your shit, I can tell by the way he’s looking at you”.

Well…I know I was looking good…and he was up in my shit as my girl stated…but I don’t know what led to this…

I am standing on the dance floor, front and center…

This negro walks up to me, in a public place, in a room filled with people that we both know…says “Hey pretty lady”, as he rubs his hand across my azz…while kissing me on the cheek then on the neck…

Now…this caught me completely off guard…I looked up at the chick standing across from me and she had this “I ain’t mad atcha smirk” on her face…I mean, the man is fione!

But in the moment…I don’t think I was flattered or turned on…I was more so puzzled…

What was the motivation behind that?

Was this negro pissing on trees?

I mean, the biatches are not going to care, if anything that will only motivate them to be in his face even more, because they want an azz rub too, lol…and the negros well, they might be like, “Aww, my bad, I did not realize that was you man.”

And if so, why did he feel the need to do that? Why do men do that?

We ain’t fuking, but his body language throughout the night would have told a different story…

Hmmm…

Oh yeah, and we are supposed to be rescheduling lunch…

We shall see.

k-spot Flashback: 2 for 1

This time two years ago, I had an pestilence issue...things got pretty bad, I was considering packing my bags and leaving my home of 4 years...glad that it's all behind me now, only a memory...thought I would share my traumatic experience with my new blog friends...

Somebody's Watching Me!

When is it crossing the line of being a friendly neighbor to just down right stalker?

This guy moved into the apartment next to me this past May. The first time I saw him was on Labor Day walking up the stairs as I was going down, with baby mama and kids in tow. After this occurrence, I noticed that he would open his door as I was approaching the top of the stairs, peep out, and then abruptly close the door (probably because I was giving him one of my “What the hell do you want" looks). About a month ago on a Friday at approximately 10:30pm , he opened the door as I was approaching the top of stairs tugging groceries. He said “I knocked on your door last night but I guess you were not home”. I then gave him my “why in the hell are you knocking on my door" look and he proceeded to tell me that he wanted to make sure that his music was not that loud because some one had complained. I informed him that if it were too loud I would let him know, and then he proceeded to try to make small talk. But actually all he succeeded to do was weird me out. He informed me that he has been watching my coming and goings and that he has noticed I am never home. He also made a comment about my friend, Calvin who was with me the first day I saw him with baby mama and kids in tow. I gave him this look of bewilderment because I forgot all about that day and was trying to recall what he was talking about…so he pretty much took that as “Calvin could not have been my man”. I was trying to be neighborly and had a brief conversation with him, but I had a handful of groceries that I needed to put away, so I politely excused myself and went inside my apartment. 5 mins later I hear a knock on my door, I am on the phone with my mother and I let her know that she is not to hang up…I answer the door and of course it’s my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) asking me if I have a burner. I am now giving him my “Yeah, but you can’t borrow it” look and he then says “Oh no, I don’t want to use it, I just have a lot of cd’s and you can come over and see if there are any you would like to burn”. I gave him a thumbs up, waved good-bye and closed the door.


Since this first incident HWSRN has knocked on my door on several occasions. He has even gone as far as asking me if I work 2 jobs because I never seem to be at home. He has invited me over several times to watch movies, but the problem is he waits until an inappropriate hour to knock on my door, and he always seems to have an alcoholic beverage in hand. I’ve asked if I could borrow the movie when he’s done, but this does not seem to be acceptable…he wants me to step inside his space to watch ATL…I don’t even like TI, so my thought to that is Hell to the Naw! I do not find this brotha attractive and he is really weirding me out. Brotha even asked me if I would go to the new spot in town if he paid my cover, and had the nerve to tell me that I am not black “my skin is, but not on the inside”, because I am not attracted to his gold fronts and raggedy azz Cadillac! On my first encounter with HWSRN he told me that “I looked out of his league and he was afraid to talk to me” Well, I don’t know when he drank his cup of courage (maybe that’s why he always has the alcohol in hand when knocking on my door), but he was right, I am out of his league, and I really do need him to leave me alone. My friends tell me not to open the door, but I really do not want homeboy to start acting crazy and overly aggressive. Stalking is not going to make me come around, but it may force me to have to get a restraining order!

Hopefully HWSRN is not Internet savvy and has not found his way to my blog!

Here is a video in dishonor of HWSRN....



Bug-A-Boo!
Ok, if you read the last post you know that my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) has become somewhat of a nuisance. However, last night homeboy took the insanity to an all time high. Today is apparently his birthday, and for some reason he got it in his head that I would want to spend the day with him. He knocked on my door this past Thursday (I had only been home from work like 15mins)and I did not answer. Last night around 9pm I left my apartment, and when I returned at 11:30 pm I hear "Hi Neighbor". This all too familiar voice seemed to come from behind the bushes. I turned around to see HWSRN standing in the pool area (I always park near the pool. He was sitting out by the pool waiting for me to return home. He mentioned that he looked out his window and did not see my car anymore. He then informed me that he knocked on my door the other day, and had the nerve to say that he did not knock again because he did not want to be a bug-a-boo. Well to late "You a bug-a-boo...you buggin who...you buggin me and you know it ain't cool."

Well, apparently HWSRN took it upon himself to buy 2 tickets to Schlitterbahn Waterpark for the day. He assumed that I wanted to get in a car with him, take an hour and a half ride, and spend the day with him because it is his birthday. Stop the Insanity!

k-spot Flashback

If you go back in the archives, you will find this post from a year ago today...

I thought I would revisit it...seems a bit fitting considering some of the male-female banter I have been a party to recently...

Woman Seeking Man

Woman Seeking Man, but not any ol’ man will do. Unless you fit the following criteria please do not respond…

You must be…

Intelligent, Honest, Trustworthy, Passionate, Compassionate, Ambitious, Determined, Loving, Sharing , Humorous, Creative, Stylish, Respectful (of self and others), Faithful…Oh…and you must love Football!

I want a man that wants me…not the idea of me. You must realize that my world does not and will not revolve around you, but that does not mean you are not important in my life. You must realize I have my own dreams and aspirations and your support is needed, wanted, and expected…sometimes I need a cheerleader too. You have to understand that both of us have to give 100% in order to build…no 50/50 here. Sometimes I might need you to do something you may not want to…are you willing to make that compromise for me? So what, we have differences, that’s what makes life interesting…I would be bored if we were exactly the same, however, you must be willing to experience new things, understand that our differences is what makes us special. It’s ok if you’re hip-hop and I’m R&B…you can’t have one without the other. You must be willing to sit and chill with my family all day because it’s important to me. You must be willing to make a complete fool of yourself if it will bring a smile to my face…don’t want a man that takes himself too seriously. You must be willing to pray with me, and for me. You have to understand that I come with issues for I am not perfect…but neither are you. You must realize that I like what I like, and just because I don’t share your opinion, does not mean I don’t honor and respect it. You must realize that sometimes I will become frustrated and upset with you…but that does not mean that my feelings have changed. Will you call me before you go to bed just because you want to hear my voice? Will you sit with me in silence just because you want to share my space and time? It’s the little things that count, and I am well worth the effort!

Can you accept me…my differences, my quirks, my faults…those things that make me me? I expect a lot from those close to me…do you think you can handle the responsibility? If you meet the minimum qualifications for this position, then your response is welcomed…otherwise, please don’t respond.

Copyright © 2007 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.

The Walls Around Us

Secretive? Guarded? Both were used to describe me today…

The first could possibly mean a lack of trust? But who am I not trusting? The situation or the person?

I think that one reason I tend to be guarded, is because everyone always tend to a form an opinion…good or bad, and sometimes I am just not wanting to have to listen to other’s opinions on the situation. I guess I feel, that if you open up, you open yourself to ridicule.

Other times I just don’t flat out trust you…can’t trust that you will not try to manipulate things for your favor…or to hurt me…misery does love company.

Another reason that I chose to not disclose all, is because some people automatically want to think the worst…they automatically assume that you're acting with malicious intent...or that someone you're close to is purposely trying to hurt you. They see the worst in everyone…not just me…others...they see the worst in themselves, in everyone close to them…and sometimes these same folks that want to see the worst in those close to them, come to the defense and/or aid of someone they barely know…that barely knows them.

But most importantly…I think that the reason that I choose to keep certain things to self, is because not all is meant to be shared…some things are best kept to self…if there is anything to tell, it will be revealed in due time.

So, should I not mention anything? If I have to be vague about the situation, I guess it is probably best for me not to mention it at all.

At the end of the day…it’s my happiness, my trust, my feelings that are on the line.

And right now, I am just not ready to take the risk…way too much at stake.