FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK MCFUCKERSON!!!!

Late last night, some jackass broke into my lil beat up ass Cavalier and stole my favorite fucking bag. It was this gorgeous bag that is originally 89 bucks and I got it for 35! They also broke the lock to my glove compartment and took my wallet. I've never been so happy that I don't carry cash. I got my credit cards cancelled, they'll be back to me in about 10-14 days. That's always good. And, on top of this...wait for it...THESE FUCKERS STOLE MY FUCKING ROSARY!!!!! If your ass is willing to break into someone's car, what the hell are you going to do with a fuckign rosary???

My mom heard them break my windows out and turned the light on. I guess she just thought it was the dog. I'm pissed beyond all reason, though. They didn't take my stereo, or my $800 Louis Vuitton bag, or any CD's...just my lil $89 purse from TJ Maxx that I absolutely loved. I wouldn't even be that mad if I could just find my wallet/purse in our neighborhood somewhere. So needless to say, I'm pretty fucking pissed and hate the world right now.

On top of all this, my parents don't have me covered for Comprehensive Insurance. Which is the type that will cover basically anything/everything that could possibly happen. So, now I have to pay out of pocket for this shit!!!! Life sucks

War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing...

I try not to get really political in blogs, but this is something that has been on my heart for a while. There are so many people in my life who have fought in Iraq, are fighting in Iraq, or are about to be. It doesn't make any sense to think that this war has been going on for 4 years! Not much has changed. Our soldiers are still in danger and are STILL over there. It just doesn't add up to me, but I guess I'm overly sensitive because so many people I love are directly affected.

One specific person that I care about very deeply is over there fighting, and I hate to think that he's over there for no reason. Another person that I care for quite a bit will be going over there within the next couple of months. I really do hate to think that they are putting themselves in mortal danger on a daily basis for no reason. I know that if they read this, they will probably be pissed, but it doesn't matter to me. It just seems to be a waste...this war has been going on for 4 years without much change. The only change is the number of soldiers dying there on a daily basis is getting significantly larger.

I do appreciate what they are doing. I mean...HELL, I was an Army girlfriend for a good portion of my life. I will always support our troops, they are brave and truly phenomenal individuals to get up and do what they do every day. To not see your loved ones for 15 months requires a certain, special type of dedication. I support our troops most definately, just not the war.

Blah....PICTURES!

I was a bit bored today so I decided to take some pictures of random things as well as post pictures that others took. Sorry for filler crap, but I just can't think today!






Descriptions: Me putting lotion on my legs in Curt's dirty ass dorm room, my cat watching TV, my dog looking really surprised and my mom trying to get out of the pic, my brother mugging for the camera, me being bored and snapping at least one emo-esque pic .

My One Great Love

Today I sat and sipped coffee with a few of my closest friends, both male and female, when the subject of romance came up. One of my male friends posed a question to the rest of the girls and I. He asked what it is we wanted in a man. What we most wanted to find in the men we want to spend the rest of our lives with. I have to say, my answer was a bit more complicated than the others.

Instead of rattling off a laundry list of qualities, I was drawn more to describing the qualities that stood out the most in the men that I love. The first on the list was Rob, he is quite possibly the closest to perfect man I've ever met. Everything, every sentence he has ever said to me, every time he's ever touched me, and every time that he has made me laugh, has simply been dripping with the essence of love. It is amazing that every little action can be filled with love. He also has this way of making it seem like I'm the only woman in the world that really matters (besides family members).

The second was my best friend, B. No one on the planet can make me laugh the way he does. No one in the world has ever made me feel as cared for as he has. When we were younger, we used to wrestle around and beat each other up all the time. Even then, he was always checking to make sure I was never REALLY hurt. He has been there for me through thick and thin, he is one of the only constants in my life.

Next would be Curt, who has shown me some of the deepest dedication that anyone could ask for. Regardless of how I was feeling at the time, he worked to make me smile again. True, he most definitely made some mistakes, but he always made up for them and wouldn't get out of my life if I made him.

Last would be Ace, if only for pure spontaneity and the fact that it is impossible to figure out what he's going to do or say next.

My perfect man is combined into 4 separate entities. One for the immense love he has for me and his desire to make sure I know how special and important I am to him at all times. Another for the trust and bond we share that can never be broken as well as his stability. The third for his sheer dedication to my happiness and desire to be a constant presence in my life and the last for the amount of fun and new experiences he brings. All put together, they represent different assets that are essential for a man to have if they want a successful relationship with me.

Refund Check Catastrophe

Excuse me if I've been a tad bitchy lately, but there is a complication going on that I just need to vent about. When a student gets a loan or a scholarship and it is a larger amount than is owed, the school will normally issue a refund check to the student. My school, good old Central Michigan University is no different. I got a loan for $14,000 and I only owed CMU $7,000. My refund check was for $7,000 even. This loan was paid into my account on June 5th, I STILL have not received my refund check.

I decided to call CMU last week when the money hadn't come, apparently some genius in their office put 3 incorrect addresses in my account. Now, this wouldn't be that big of a deal normally...but this is CMU we're talking about and a lot of their staff go above and beyond the call of idiocy. Anyway, they sent my $7,000 dollar check to one of these incorrect addresses, mind you two of them I have never lived in as they are in cities I have never heard of. So, CMU sent my check to some random address in Hartford or Homer.

Not to be topped, the supervisor of the Receivable Accounting Office has NO IDEA which address they sent the damn check to. So I told them to stop payment immediately and send it to my permanent address. This woman told me that they have to wait 3 weeks before they can issue a stop payment. This made me pause for a minute...I calmly told her that I work in insurance and I stop payment on checks the day they are issued incorrectly, so don't try to tell me what can and cannot be done.

This was at least a week ago and they are JUST NOW sending me forms and other random paperwork I need to fill out. So let's think about this: CMU sent my $7,000 check to a wrong address, they somehow have no idea which address they sent it to, and they somehow "can't" stop payment until a week from today. SO THERE IS $7,000 OF MY MONEY FLOATING AROUND MICHIGAN SOMEWHERE!!!!!! I need to pay my rent (since I told my roommate I wouldn't leave her hanging this summer just because I left to take my internship), a parking ticket, and other things that need to be taken care of. So needless to say, I'm sure my roommate hates me right about now because of the bullshit that CMU has done and I'm sure she's thinking about taking me to court or something...all because some jackass in Receivable Accounting put a bunch of addresses on my account that I've never lived at.

Daddies' Little Girl

Well, today is Father's Day and I feel as if it's time to shed a bit of light on some things. I am a child of divorce. Both my parents have gotten remarried and have separate families now. Now, please don't get it twisted, I am a Daddy's Girl through and through, but in that same breath, I am not one of those people who felt as if my stepfather was trying to take my father's place. My biological father is my Daddy and he always will be. I love him with everything in me; if it was not for him I would not exist. My stepfather is who I grew up with; he is the man whose house I've lived in my entire life, and he is also the man who woke me up in the morning and showed me what hard work and dedication looked like. My stepfather is my heart. He is the man who paid for my braces, who I came to talk to whenever I had boy problems, who has scared the crap out of any man who has looked at me for more than 30 seconds. I never felt as if he was trying to take my father's place.

Both of these men raised me. I love them equally. My biological father has been there every step of the way, making sure I knew that if I fell along the way he would be there to catch me. Any time something was wrong in my life, especially financially, he would step up and tell me, "Don't worry about it, baby girl. Daddy will always have your back." My stepfather is who has taken care of me all my life and who has worked his fingers to the bone in order to make sure that I could make something of myself later in life. He always made sure I knew the value of a dollar and how far he has come in order to be as successful as he is. The two of them are who I have always looked to in order to show me the measure of a real man. Combined, they are the ultimate Super-Dad. They do so much and show how much they love their children in hundreds of ways every day!

Today is the day I honor these men who have done so much for me and have taught me so much. Both of these men are who I turn to when I am at my breaking point. These two men have been my rock. They are who I run to when I feel like things are completely in shambles. They have always been there to hug me and tell me, "Baby girl, it will be ok." I remember discussing my wedding with my mother when I was younger and she asked me which of them I would have walk me down the aisle. I told her that we had better find a church with wide aisles, because they both will. These two men are such an influential part of my life that I couldn't imagine my life without either of them. They are the standard to which I compare all other men. My future husband has some BIG shoes to fill!

A PSA from WryBeauty

I don't want to sound like a complete witch, but I want someone to let some of my coworkers know that NOBODY GIVES A DAMN ABOUT YOUR KIDS! Oh my goodness, let me start from the beginning. I went into work today in an OK mood. My parents are out of town and took my brother with them, do all was right in the world. About halfway through the work day, my coworkers decided to strike up a convo with me...about their kids. Mind you, their kids are about the same age I am so you can understand why I'm not really interested in talking about them. For about 3 hours it was: "Jimmy does this..." and "Suzy majors in that". If you ask just about any college student anywhere in the world, they will let you know that the whole what's-your-major conversation is just about the dullest thing on the planet. It's not interesting because we do this shit every day; it's a lot of work. No one honestly cares what your kid's major is if they are the same age as your kid. I understand that they are pround of their children and all but when you drone on about them for 45 minutes, we all get a little bored and no one even listens anymore.

So please, folks...limit the time you blather on about your child to someone who is around the same age...it's not as interesting to us as it is to you.

Pop Lock and Break It???

Work was sort of tedious today, so I spent some of my time trying to introduce some of my coworkers to the music I adore. I really wanted to introduce them to the reggaeton which is my life but I stuck to things I know they'd understand: English. They loved The Pack and Lil Mama. What happened to The Pack? As young as Lil Mama is, she can kinda flow...I was shocked! Anyway, I was trying to teach a friend's mother from church(she's in her fifties) how to Pop, Lock, and Drop It. She almost fell flat on her ass the first time she tried it. I was so worried that she was going to hurt something! Jesus be a plastic hip. She got it after a while, though. In my head I was kind of like GONE 'HEAD MS. JENKINS!!!! Anyway, I posted the videos so you all could see what I'm talking about(note:I know most of you don't speak Spanish, but you'll love the beat and the English parts of the song):

N.O.R.E.-Mas Maiz




Lil Mama-Lipgloss


The Pack-Vans


Huey-Pop Lock and Drop It

JAILBAIT ALERT!!!!!

I caught myself watching the Disney Channel with my brother today and got a glimpse of the newest jailbait to hit the streets: Corbin Bleu. This boy is bound to get a grown ass woman locked up. (haha). Forreal, though...I think I'm going to end up in jail on this one. Those of you all who know me know I have a thing for the crazy, curly hair that's like mine. So I'm digging his lil young tail a bit. This one is cute enough to get a sista arrested! My interest had obviously been peaked and I went and did a little research. He's apparently been acting his entire life, which is great. He's very talented and my little brother's idol, apparently. Anyway, just thought I'd share my Chester the Molester moment.

Pictures courtesy of Disney and Exposay.com

Damn...It's Like That?!?!??!!

Sorry for not having updated in a few days, I had a really hard week and weekend. There's been a lot of bullshit and drama. The one thing that gave me pause today was the fact that there have been a lot of people who pretend to be close to me, yet go off on some little tangent running their mouths about me. It's pointless to get upset about it, those who are truly close to me have shown themselves to be true over the past few weeks.

Anyway, my surgery went as well as to be expected. They apparently had some complications while I was under which caused my family to go nuts for a while. Also, I woke up about halfway through and saw what they were doing. Thank God for local anesthesia! Some things that happened this week have been pretty damn shocking, a lot of things that I thought were true have been nothing but lies. After figuring this out, there have definitely been some changes in my life regarding who I hold close and who I don't. I was talking to Julie and she was saying how you have your real friends and then your Greek friends. I'm just now starting to realize what she meant by that. I used to assume that I would be close to most of the people that I have Greek ties with. I was really wrong. You see, there's a difference: there are those of them whom I've been close with since the beginning and then there are other people who just happen to be part of a minority Greek letter organization. It's crazy that I'm just now realizing this. I'm glad I realized it now instead of 5 years from now while I'm wondering what went wrong.

I tend to put too much trust in others. I care about others without even realizing that it's possible for them to not give a damn about me. Certain people that I comforted when a pet died or something else minor happened, didn't even give a damn that I just had a life-threatening surgery. It was crazy to me how people who have only known me for 2 months showed more concern (i.e. drove 4 hours to the hospital) than those who have known me for 2 years. Oh well...some folks just need to be written out...it's about damn time.

Light Skin Is In?

An interesting topic came up between some friends and I today and that was the "Color Complex". For those of you who do not know, the Color Complex is this theory within the black culture that tries to explain the whole, light-skin-good, dark-skin-bad thing. In the eyes of quite a few people in the black community, the most beautiful women are those with a lighter complexion. This is stemming from WAY back (think slavery), when certain plantation owners would come into the slave quarters and have their way with the females.

Most of the time, this resulted in the creation of a mixed-race child. In some cases, these children were allowed to live/work in the home of the slave owners, many of them treated as family. So let's think about this...the creation of the separation in the black race stemmed from the wrongdoing of another party. Most of the people in the group with which I was having this conversation were white. They started to get a bit uncomfortable, which I understood and asked them to not be. There was no animosity at all, mind you. I love my Caucasian Sistas! Back to the point, the African slaves saw the better treatment that the mixed-race slaves received and bitterness ensued; it seems that's where most research says it all began.

I haven't just noticed this pattern in black women. There are quite a few of my male friends that I've had to correct for saying the whole, "She's pretty to be so dark." or "Damn, she's black as hell!" I'm sure that there are quite a few black women out there who have had the humiliation of a new boyfriend's mother saying that because their skin is darker than a paper bag, their son cannot date them. There have been a few guys I've dated that have said that their mother would love me simply because of my skin tone or because I'm more than one ethnicity. Not for my intelligence or for my outgoing and open personality, but FOR MY F**KING SKIN COLOR!

I'm sorry for being so blunt, but WAKE THE HELL UP! There are countless black women who are absolutely beautiful and are dark complected. I mean, let's take a look at the women at the top of this post. In my eyes, these are 4 of the most beautiful black women on the planet: Angela Bassett(who looks just like a darker version my mother), Naomi Campbell(I DARE someone to say she isn't gorgeous), India. Arie, and Iman. These women are absolutely stunning and are all pioneers in what they do. Now, before you all try to get mad and say that it's your personal preference, blah blah blah...I'm probably not talking to you! I'm speaking to those who will completely rule someone out because of something pointless.

Skin color doesn't necessarily mean beauty! It's just differences between this person and the next. Everyone of every race has their own beauty. I don't mean to sound preachy, but I just need to get this off my chest. Look for beauty in different places. Beauty is not what the magazines, television, or bloggers say it is. It is specific to every person.

Here's to new beginnings and familiar surroundings...

Today was a great Sunday, I was pretty much just lying around the house and relaxing. My mom asked me to run to the store for her and all that, but it beats working. My internship is working out very well; I love my job. I spent a bit of quality time with the cat and the dog today, which was a TON of fun. That pic of Louis is my favorite (I know you love the sweatshiiiiirt). For once, it feels nice to actually be home. I fought for so long to get away from here that I forgot the wonderful things about it, like my parents. My family is my life, they are my support system, but at the same time they can tear me down like no other. I decided that I would change how I felt when I came home. I used to feel as if I was encroaching upon their space and that everything had changed since I've been at CMU for the past 3 years...it kind of felt like I had no place there. It took me this long to realize that this will always be home and sometimes, you just have to make some adjustments.