Monday Madness...

After a really good weekend...I had to come to work and deal with some major crap from upper management. Sorry G'Nae for being mean to you.

Friday...I left work a little early to go pick up my clothes for my cruise. I had put things on layaway to work on my impulsive shopping problem. I had picked up some shoes and wound up leaving them right there. I walked out the store with a smile on my face. If you seen my closet you would have been proud too. I only got one pair of shoes this weekend. After I picked up my clothes I went on home to get ready to go to "G and Pocketbooks" house. I showered and packed a bag. In the midst of doing this I was having some serious pain in my jaw. I have been dealing with dental issues and this was not a good feeling. I jumped in the car and started on my way and actually had to pull over because the pain was so intense. I managed to get to the house and was begging for drugs to get some relief. Pocketbook hadn't fixed my dinner and she told me to come back next week and it would be ready. So I had to fix my own and I fussed at her the whole time. After chucking down 2 650mg Tylenol I was feeling really good. I forgot about my pain and was ready to rock. About 2 hours later I was feeling a little sleepy so I sat down, before I knew it, I was sucked into that spot on every one's sofa that defies gravity. Around 2 or 3 I managed to get up the steps and fall onto Pocketbook's Princess Bed. It wasn't my pillow top but I was whipped.

Saturday...early to rise and late to bed. We were up and preparing for the onslaught of guests. G was having a housewarming cook out. And warm house it was. Once the folks got there all the air that was in the house was sucked out. Kids and people everywhere. Sissy and I did the smart thing and grab chairs and sat on the deck. It was actually cooler outside than inside. GQ45 was on the grill and he was making all kinds of creations. I sampled a few and we decided that we would add those to our ever growing cookbook. GQ45 is G's dad and my godfather. He is so protective of me and who I date. So I got the inquisition every time my cell phone rang. He was there Friday night when it rang around 11 and he wanted to know who was calling me so late and why I was giggling. WHATEVER!!

A couple of guys feel through the cookout that had the potential of putting in some work with me, but only because of looks. The first guy was very attractive, nice build, BALD and CHOCOLATY....yummy. But he immediately started being OVERLY helpful, getting in my way. So i took advantage and had him take all the trash (12 bags) from the back of the house to the front, empty the coolers and lock up the grill. Then he started talking about having 2 jobs and 2 kids and traveling. Yada, yada, yada, I got bored with him. Then he asked to be excused to go smoke a cigerette...yuck...he was off the list. He came back and said he was going to leave for the evening and that it was a pleasure to me me. I was like cool. Nice to meet you maybe I will see you before the summer is over...about 45 minutes later he comes back with a different shirt and standing around trying to be noticed. I talked to him casually for a few minutes. He goes in the house and comes barreling out with a small child in tow, apparently this little boy had been beating up some little girl, he makes the boy drop and do 25 push ups. I was totally turned off then, who knows what this nut job would make me do if I didn't do what he asked me. The other guy has been an acquaintance for years. But he is about 7 or more years younger than me. When he was in high school he would call me at work and just talk. We always exchange long hugs and neck nuzzles when we do see each other. Well this brother was seriously about to be violated on Saturday. I was sitting minding my business. I had taken a few sips of "Bubbles and Blue" and was a little relaxed. But very aware of my surroundings...and here he comes...looking sexy and smelling good. He runs his hands through my hair and tells me that it feels really soft. Since I am wearing it natural I don't trip because some water and my fingers would straighten out the damage. But the thing that bothered me the most is that men's fingers in my hair drives me over the edge. Sissy and G seen it happening and knew it would be trouble. He stopped and laughed, he said "I knew I should have gotten with you, I wouldn't have to put in much work for you." Little did he know that would begin his work. :) Anyway, after I regained my composure and said a prayer that he wouldn't return. He came back. This time the kitchen was full of people and I could not escape. He even went as far as sitting on my lap to pin me down. It was feeling soooooo good I had considered flipping that fella on the floor and riding into the sunset. But I didn't, I lost a contact because my eyes rolled in the back of my head. At one point a few people had taken out their cell phones and took pictures. After that I was done. I retreated to the recliner and pulled a blanket up on me and went to sleep. He came by before leaving and told me good night and how much he enjoyed our time together. Funny....

Sunday...I popped up around 5, I was still on the recliner and my mouth was DRY....I grabbed my stuff and asked G to turn off the alarm so I could go get ready for church. Now I don't care what time I get in, I am going to church if I am in town. I went and the message was wonderful. I left and went back to G's to help her clean up the rest of her stuff and grab some grub for later. I watched a few movies, or should I say they watched me. Around 10 ish, little sister came barreling in my room to tell me that her husband's car had blown up. I sat straight up in my bed, I was half in and out and needed some clarification, since she wasn't screaming or crying, I knew he wasn't in it. My dad took her to see what happened. Apparently he was getting ready to go in the building and he smelt smoke in the car, when he looked up he seen flames, he tried to grab some stuff before someone grabbed him and told him to get away. The only thing left are the tires. I will have to wait until I get home to actually see the car.

Monday...this office is crazy and so are the people. I am ready to slap someone and needed this time to blog to do something that didn't require me to think.

Thanks for spending the time.