Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Twenty-first Tuesday

Hello Readers!

In high spirits today...work was not a nightmare, my son arrived in one piece from camp and I'm home with my woman. What more could I ask for? I'll tell you, since you asked, well not really..but who is the blogger?

Enter Me...Sweaty at the bus stop, wearing a pink skirt, dark purple top near blue and black flats (what else?). Don't forget my super big pink/black plaid shades. I am only on my way home-not looking for any trouble.

Enter Old Pimp Daddy...I saw him coming before he even got there-I could almost read his mind. You think I was sweaty? My man was almost floating down Webster Avenue. Here he comes down the steps of the Senior Center.

(Pimp Music Please)
And Scene!!

Old Pimp walks toward me fake looking at his watch. He is all shaking and because I am a believer, its because he is nervous, not afflicted. He takes another glance at me, digs out his handkerchief (egads) and wipes some of the Hudson River off his brow.

Old Pimp: Hot enough for you? (Readers, I can't make this up)

Me: Ah, yes.

OP: mmmhmmm Say! What's your favorite season!!!?? (He was VERY excited)

Me: Mmm Spring, or even

OP: FALL???!!! Yes me too, not too hot, not too cold, ah yes.

Me: Blank stare turned elated at the bus approaching.

OP: Hey, what do you do!?

Me: Dietitian (that's what they all call me, right?)

OP: Hey!!!! We got a kitchen in there, I'm like a social worker, you should visit!

Me: Ahh (heading stealthy toward the bus) ooohhh um

OP: Lemme give you mah card!!!!

Readers. This OP actually gave me his business card. What the hell? I have to admire his boldness. I still got it. Yep, that's me, Lola...he must think my name is Lolita. Since I wanted him to smile all the way back into the Senior Center, I dutifully put it in my wallet. Its still there. No, I don't think I will need to look him up anytime soon, but I've not had a chance to toss it yet.

Who knows? (Pimp music, please) I might just need it one day.

On other fronts, I watched the first 8min of More To Love, the Bacheloresque show featuring big girls and the one big guy who loves them...and I just can't. They look so hopeful, and there is no reason for them not to-but their hopefulness is almost at a pathetic level. Each girl would either bounce or seductively swagger up to the "John" and say a few words-then the screen would switch to their private interview and they would say a little something about themselves. One woman was crying about buying the clothes that fit her right now and not promising to diet tomorrow. I turned the channel then. I don't really watch those type of reality shows-I much rather Intervention, Housewives or Bridezilla. Perhaps if the hook of the show was not plus sized women, I'd check it out. Why can't all the plus size ones and negative sized ones vie for the same man? What are people really watching for? Not for me, that's just my opinion.

Now I am watching Disorder in the Court. This is a good show. Whoo hoo...the drama of Cops without all the chasing and sirens. Its a reality show with real videos of court mishaps. When I say mishaps, you ought to read beat downs. In between there are lawyers, officers, and psychologists offering their thoughts. Oh yeah. Its a little emotional to see family members so upset, but if you can see past that, its good tv.

My Lovely is out of the shower and as much as I love you all, it is hard to concentrate on anything but her right now. Anyway its 9:30 and some of US have to work tomorrow. Speaking of work, I have a meeting on Thursday. Oh joy. I'll keep you posted.

If any of you would like the opportunity to meet an Old Pimp from the Senior Center, let me know. I'll hook it up.

You get me. That's why I love you.


Thursday, July 23, 2009

Insanely Late At Night Waste of a Blog

I don't think I suffer from insomnia, because I am good and tired. I could sleep real hard right now. I think since I get up so early, my day feels "over" too soon...and that leads me to "prove" something to myself and stay awake.

It is truly ridiculous of me and I need to stop playing games. I need to be awake and about no later than 5:45am and here I am.


Ok. Goodnight.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

20th Tuesday

Good Day Readers,

How are you all today? You all, or you one, or you four; you ALL count to me. I want to take this moment to thank you for visiting my blog. You have made Tuesday, and some Wednesdays, Thursdays and Sundays, the best days of my week.

Guess what? You better be sitting down (preferably@work, DOWN WITH THE ESTABLISHMENT!!) while I share this next tidbit with you. Guess who started jogging? Mmmmhmmm..ME! I'm just as shocked as you are. Don't worry, this does not mean an end to my gym blogs; this opens a NEW chapter of blog. We started jogging in Florida, led by a very experienced jogger, you know who you are..and I'm so proud to say that we (Lovely & I) are jogging 3x weekly. This is our second week and we feel a difference in our lung capacity already. We have been joined by MamaLovely and Lil' Lola, each one reach one. Dear Readers, it feels so good to jog. Never mind the stitch on your side, the charly horse, the nasty little blister on your toe, your bad knee or that light headed OH NO feeling toward the end....once you reach end, it feels wonderful. You can't expect just straight good feeling without at least one or five calamities. I encourage you all to start jogging. Just go. Don't try to keep up with YogaGirl (yes! I have seen my VERY own YogaGirl, the one and only from my gym at the track), the Jocks or even the Stroller Moms. You would think a stroller would slow them down, but even they have passed me. There is something truly refreshing about working out at the park. Everyone is doing there own thing in a big open space. There is something so closed in about working out at the gym. At the park-we are united and 100% apart at the same time. Its beautiful.

OMG, did I just give a whole entire passage to jogging?? Gosh, I am so healthy. Gosh. Have a bucket of fried and sit your bleep down, Lady!

Whitney Houston in on Pandora crooning about her wanting to run to you, and that reminds me: I believe she is releasing or has released an album. I love her, who doesn't and although I was a little more than disappointed at some of her choices in her life-it is and still is her life-and her business. I've never wanted to be a celebrity. If I want to turn to a life of promiscuity and drug abuse, I want to do it in private-not with the world watching. I'm just thinking. While I'm thinking Whitney, can I tell you that I saw a picture of Bobby Brown...he looks like he ATE Bobbi Christina. He is so bloated and out of shape. Sad for him, but I am on Team Whitney, so he can kick rocks....or in his case, start jogging. I read somewhere (ages ago) that when addicts start "cleaning up" they put on weight. I will double check that before you all go and start telling everyone that "Lola said...", if that is the case, perhaps he is on to a healthier life as well. I wish them both well.

To add on to my love list from last week's blog, 11. Love is knowing when to let someone go, if that is their wish. A Dear Reader shared that with me in an email and I thought it worthy to repeat. You've all heard, "if you love someone let them go, if its meant to be they will return to you". That's true, but that has happened to me and guess what? When she returned I did not even want to be bothered. Does that mean the love was untrue? I'd like to think at least in my case, that meant that I had an opportunity to see what it was to concentrate on loving myself-giving way to the thought, that I didn't need her anymore. I believe strongly in a blueprint. Everyone has one. Your blueprint is your life plan. You don't always have a say in the blueprint, but if you follow your heart (and sometimes mind-though it be persnickety) you will find that everything really does happen for a reason. I'm on a blueprint now, and I'm so happy, so blessed and so sure that everything I have experienced thus far, both good and bad-has led me to this very place where I am now.

I am loving my life journey. I wake up every morning with a smile on my face, it does not matter what day it is. I know that my blueprint will not lead me in the wrong direction, that is why I am thankful for everything that I have and will attain. Even all this melodramatic is blueprint! Follow your own blueprint. Don't be distracted by everyone else-they've their own to follow.

Go with the current...just don't drown.

You get me. That's why I love you.


Thursday, July 16, 2009

Nineteenth Tuesday Somewhere in America

Dear Readers,

I know its Thursday, days after the real nineteenth Tuesday, but you are here and that's what counts. Things are quite sporadic lately and while I keep coming up with things to talk to you about...here and there and quite frankly everywhere I run into situations that change my whole course of action.

I know what I promised you last blog and I'm good for it. Let's get one thing out in the open-I abhor email forwards. I don't care to thank St. So and So, nor do I care if forwarding an email will get me a cell phone credit, or do I think dancing babies and giggling sunflowers that wax poetic are worthy reads. Don't get me wrong, you are talking to someone who reads everything, including cereal boxes, to say the least. Er...four letter word, Lady...yes, yes, I'm getting to it. Over my vacation, during one nearly sleepless night in particular, I started thinking about love.

Pump the brakes! I know you feel like I am leading you on, I swear I'm not. I was thinking about things that indicate love, you know the verses...love is yada yada. I came up with many different ones, but naturally, I'm not going to preach you to death. Please don't click your mouse and get the hell out of my sight, humor me.

Here is a short list, (I promise, wink...)Love is...
1. Thinking about a sick child fervently to the point of nearly sickening yourself.
2. Contortionist style spooning that you know will help your sweetheart sleep.
3. Picking out the last crunchy fry for the person who loves it best.
4. Giving up your seat on the bus for someone who makes you think of your Grandma
5. Swiping someone through with your unlimited Metro, even though they might be the killer. (This means that you love enough to believe in everyone, see#8)
6. Letting go hurtful things said to you, and picking out the true meaning.
7. Tearing at graduations, funerals, and weddings.
8. Seeing the good in everyone, despite their ugly misunderstood wrappings.
9. Smiling at your kids.
10. Smiling at yourself.

Of course this list is in no particular order and as I read over it, it made more sense at 3am. I don't know how you feel about my list, and by no means am I saying that you have to feel the same way. This list is according to me, as everything that I blog. A note about #10, I ALWAYS, no matter how I am feeling-smile at myself when I pass a mirror. A smile feels good, and you can't just expect everyone to smile at you, excluding the metrocardless killer-but if you save a smile for you, it will make your day better, if even for that second in time.

Yesterday afternoon I had a good cry. Relax, I'm ok now, in fact, I was ok right after the cry. I was by myself (a rarity) and had some time (a never-ity)so I took advantage. As I cried, I thought that with the tears I was releasing myself from the stress and trappings of the day. I did not need to call anyone and vent. I was all I needed. At the end of the cry, I got up, changed my clothes, tossed in a load of laundry and got on with my life. Sometime after the cry, I passed a mirror and yes, I smiled. True it looked a little maniacal, but it was real and it felt like the sun after the rain.

Today I woke up feeling hopeful and thankful for my new day.

OMG..before I forget, I watched Doubt last night with Meryl Streep. Well. The movie was slow and kind of artsy, like a Calvin Klein commercial. It was good, but in a quiet way. Everyone played their parts so well...the movie was based on a play and ran just like one. I won't spoil the ending for you, but if you want to see some fine acting and can get by the symbolic Kleinesque wind, then this is the movie for you. One uber cool thing about the movie is the fact that it is in the Bronx, in an area very familiar to me. Funny how I didn't notice until the first 34min or so.

While I watched Doubt on my laptop, I had the television tuned and muted on Channel 9. I was waiting for Wendy Williams to start. This show, Magician's Secrets Revealed was on. What a load of crap. Alright, given, its cool to see finally that I've been right about optical illusions and whatnot-however, this masked dude who was revealing the "secrets" was SO TOO MUCH..omg, I don't know why he was being so dramatic, but I swear there is no way to be interested in the secrets revealed when there is so much dum dum duuuuuuuuuum going on. Wow, he was so over.

Que mas? I bet you like my little espanol for ya. One last thing, and its never over-while on vacation, I learned a few things about Florida.

1. You never know the time, the entire day felt like noon, then bedtime.
2. Walmart is the hot spot and you must go at least 3x weekly, once after 10pm.
3. You can overfeed a family of four at Golden Corral for under $20.
4. Floridian bugs are no joke; frogs can be small enough to hop off the head of a needle.
5. Flip flops are the ish.

Guess who has to get to work? Yeah, me. Sigh..oh to be independently wealthy.

You get me, that's why I love you.


Monday, July 13, 2009

Nearly Nineteeth Tuesday


Dear Readers,

I have been on hiatus for the past two weeks and while that does not serve as a proper excuse for not checking in, its the best that I have. I have SO MUCH TO BLOG....I was on vacation, and I have so much to tell you, I feel as if I am going to explode. I hope you are all well and that your summer has treated you well thus far. Pardon my typing today because I am hella tired and hella busy. I went from vacation to tsunami. I am so serious. Just so you can get a better picture of where I am mentally..yesterday some time during my trek back to this city, I was "blogging" in my head, a terrible habit, and I was wondering what "blogging" in my head would be called...after "mlogging (mind blogging), and tlogging (thought blogging), I deliriously came to the conclusion that I was thinking!! WTH!!! Only my true readers will get that...that's why I love you.

Sloppily I promise to clean myself up and return. When I see you next, I'm going to address a four letter word.

Please come back. I'm sorry I neglected you. It won't happen again, at least not for two straight Tuesdays. We will catch up later. Thank you for even giving me another chance.

I missed you.

You get me. That's why I love you.