O happy day
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Things have been pretty damn busy the last few weeks. My three-day weekend went by in a big blur. In 72 hours that I did not have to work (Thank you Jesus for paid holidays), I spent about 8 awake hours at home. In between the Reno Trip on Saturday, Black Expo and my Grandfathers 93rd birthday celebration on Sunday, taking my car to get serviced, lunch with a new friend (more about him below) and a farewell dinner with a former co-worker on Monday, I did manage to wash three loads of laundry, which are now conveniently sitting on my couch waiting to be folded and put away. This weekend looks no better. My weekday evenings are just as full. Tonight I have a movie date with the co-workers, tomorrow is a date with Dad to get my Taxes done, Friday night is a date with a whole lotta people to go see the new Tyler Perry movie, Saturday is my job�s crab feed and Sunday I am going to make my annual appearance at church to see my little cousin sing and attend the birthday celebration for my Grandfather (yes, another one but we try to squeeze as many as we can in, after all he is 93). The following weekend is just as busy with crazy ass Mia and even crazier Buppie (I can�t wait to see you guys). I know I should not be complaining, after all, I kind of enjoy actually having a social life. But I need some ME time at home in my pj�s for at least a solid uninterrupted 8 hours. I had a hard decision to make last week. In case you were unaware of it, I will gladly inform you, that I am the shit. Yes, I am and don�t you forget it. My city has a black newspaper and yours truly was honored. The paper was doing a special in which they honored 30 people under the age of 30 who have contributed to their community in positive ways. It was definitely an honor and I was/am excited to received the recognition and get my lovely mug shot in the paper. However, the morning of the award breakfast was the same morning that I told Rie that I would go to Reno with her on a bus trip. I didn�t want to flake out on her since I told her that I would go long before I knew about the award breakfast. It was a hard choice, but I chose to keep my word and go on the bus trip. So far, I have not regretted my decision. And the only reason for that was because I met a boy. Oh, excuse me, a man. I am trying not to jump ahead of myself and spill all the goods just yet. But so far I have few complaints. Our conversations flows quit fluidly despite the 10-year age difference. We spent two hours talking as we made our way from the Sierra Mountains back to the valley and we talked for another two hours that night by phone. We have already been out once (for lunch on Monday) and that�s more than I can say for Dogg (who I have only spoken to briefly last week and that was only because I broke down and called him). Already, he wants to see me again soon. But as you can see, my schedule is jam-packed. I am trying to remain hopeful and still working on securing that REAL date for the year. Lunch doesn�t count, only because it was spontaneous and we met there. I am waiting for my REAL date in which he comes and picks me up from my house (and he gets extra brownie points if he brings flowers). The sun is shinning and I am happy. Happier than I have been in a long time. |
2:42 p.m. || February 23, 2005 |
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