I sat down, determined to write and have nothing really important to say – that hasn’t stopped me so far and I won’t let it stop me now. If anyone is here in search of enlightenment – stop reading right now! This ain’t the place.
I had the stupid stomach virus that the little kids are getting – the only positive is that I think I lost a couple of pounds. (I know… ewwwwww)
I’ll admit it on the internet: I watch American Idol – regularly. I vote for the ones I really like too. How many cool points have I lost by making that confession? I know – I didn’t have too many to begin with but I want to be real today.
Last night the women were much better than those sad sack 12 dudes that sang on Monday night. My votes went to Stephanie, Melinda, Lakeisha and #4 – the curly hair girl with the long nose. I HATE poor little Antoinella (the remaining half of the Jersey girls) for no good reason. The others were good I guess – just no goose bump moments. Song selection was a big factor to me.
Here’s an old entry from the Monday after the Superbowl:
Tony Dungy is my new Superbowl man! He doesn’t know about our relationship yet, but I’m sure he’ll be happy when he finally gets to meet me.
The artist formerly known as my Superbowl man (Adrian) is back on the “hmmmmp” list. “Hmmmmp” as in “whatever” – not hmmmp like in hump. The humping will of course continue – let’s be realistic, but the Superbowl is a year away and he’ll need to do a lot of good in the next year to make up for this year.
Adrian blew it with me yesterday. I’m not white hot angry anymore but about this time yesterday I was frantic. Adrian left home at about midnight on Saturday night to hang out with a buddy and his side of the bed was cold at 8:30 when I got up on Sunday morning. He doesn’t do this stuff, so I panicked and dialed his celly repeatedly to no response. I dressed (no shower just yesterday’s clothes on a scared chick)to go outside – I’m not even sure what my plan was – but I needed to do something.
I got to the front door and MY SET OF KEYS WERE MISSING FROM THE LOCK. This is no small thing. Whoever is at home ALWAYS leaves their keys in the door so that in case of emergency we can get out in a hurry. I remembered locking the door and leaving my keys there on Saturday night.
I tried the door – LOCKED of course.
Adrian finally answered his phone about 9 or so – by this time I was scared and furious. He was so eager beaver to get out that he inadvertantly took my keys along with his own.
He explained that he fell asleep waiting for his boy to drive him home.(Fell asleep -um… how shall I explain? Passed the &%#& out from too much consumption of um…stuff) I 100% believe him. I was still pissed off that it happened.
We had plans to go to his boy’s Superbowl party/housewarming. When Adrian walked in the door he asked me if I was still going to the party – before any apology (which I was really expecting) so my answer was “no!”
He grabbed a clean shirt and walked back out, “I thought you would have that attitude.” His boy was waiting for him in the car.
I was so pissed off at the time that I didn’t want to finish the stupid story. Things are cool again and all turned out well.
Adrian is such a cool dude, that our falling out periods are pretty brief. He puts up with a lot of crap from me – so in turn, I’m learning to put up with his baby crap too.
I wrote a fan letter to the little boy in the Publix commercial with the Valentine’s Day cake and I got a response from his mom. His name is Zach Mills, http://www.imdb.com and will be in a new movie this November. (I love this stuff)
To cheap tippers: Stop that selfish shit and leave 15-20% no matter what! You’ll feel better overall and won’t look like such an asshole.
Parents: hold your children’s hands in mall parking lots! Damn – don’t you love them?
Hopefully I’ll find something blogworthy tomorrow… or the next day…