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So how was your holiday? Did you eat a lot of good food? Find a lot of great deals?

Our Thanksgiving was fine. TheCount plays in the Turkey Bowl every year so I was just glad he came home injury free :) We went to his best friend's house for our first meal and our follow up dinner was at his momma's house. At one house the food was good, at the other house it wasn't- we'll leave it at that. This was my first Thanksgiving without my family :( My dad's side decided to have the family reunion this Thanksgiving down in Myrtle Beach. I refuse to travel for holiday's, especially Thanksgiving, so we didn't go. The traffic just isn't worth it to me to be out on the road (my theory was right, my parents were stuck in 5 mph traffic for hours coming back home- and they came back on Saturday). I also am not the biggest fannof my daddy's side. They never seem to know what to say out of their mouths and I didn't want to stay in a house with all of them.

At midnight on Black Friday we went to the outlets. I find that I get much better deals in the store than I do online. I won't go through everything I got, but lets just say I went crazy, and TheCount let me. I was honestly waiting for him to tell me it was time to go. I don't know what was going on in that generous heart of his. Perhaps it was the fact that he just got a raise! The highlight of my little shopping trip was Ann Taylor Loft. I have recently fallen in love with this store, two weeks ago I got 2 skirts from Loft for $13 each. Well Friday I got (drumroll please).........a lovely $128 blazer for $17.92, a $79.50 dress for 11.93, and a black button down shirt for $11.93 (I don't feel like getting up to see the original cost). I walked out of that store grinning from ear to ear. You couldn't tell me I didn't accomplish greatness. I got some other stuff from Esprit, Radio Shack, and Sears. I had so much fun shopping with TheCount, which is quite rare. I will say, if he weren't with me, I would have gotten much more stuff, so I'm glad he was there to remind me of reality.

After a 3 hour nap, we got up at 9am to go buy a car! As much as I teased TheCount about how girly the Pacifica looks- the inside is oh so lovely. The black leather seats, all the leg room, oh how heavenly. Once I load the software for my new camera (told y'all I went crazy shopping) on my computer, I'll post pictures!

I really want some bacon

Yo body. We're not going to do this. You can stop feeling like crap, we won't be getting sick. Thank you in advance for complying.

 

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Car Wants: Heated leather seats, separately controlled heat/air for driver and passenger. Yep that's about it. Car will not tolerates: red or green vehicles. Don't know why, but I just don't like red or green cars, I'm strange like that.

 

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My coworker ran up on this girl in the store this weekend thinking she was me. It wasn't me- it was his niece. He was so embarrassed but he keeps telling me we look just alike, even down to our acne- sigh, I gotta get this skin clear.

 

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We're supposed to be test driving cars tonight. TheCount still wants a Pacifica, I want a Mountaineer. There are other vehicles that we like, but they aren't in our price range. Of course God may do something crazy and miraculous so we'll see what happens.

 

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I'm really contemplating a January 2 big chop. I'm thinking long and hard on it. TheCount wants me to get locks, I'm 2 seconds from telling him to get out my hair and stop making suggestions. I don't want locks, I want big crazy hair that will make my momma mad and make me my aunt's favorite.  I have plans man.

 

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My daddy has started making his own beer. Why oh why does this man keep telling TheCount and I about it? We don't care daddy, we don't drink! We don't drink wine, we don't drink liquor, we don't drink beer, we don't drink alcohol period!!!!!!!! I'm not going to taste a bottle of basement beer.

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Last year at work, we played a game where we had an anonymous gift exchange. Wouldn't you know the gift I picked was alcohol. Everybody in the room was all mad, they were like, "she don't even drink! Somebody steal her gift." I'm glad somebody stole it because I wouldn't have known what to do with it.

 

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I think I know what I'm getting my blog secret santa person ;)

Naptime yet?

Friday TheCount and I went down to my parent's house to spend the weekend there since all of our weekend activities were closer to their house than ours. My mom was giving my old bed to my friend for her daughter, so I went with her to drop it off. On Friday nights there house is a free for all. There are two 4 year olds and a 3 year old. Y'all it was mass chaos. At 11 p.m. they decided they wanted to be pirates and started getting dressed and singing pirate songs. I have a video on my cell phone so I'm going to see if I can post it.

Saturday TheCount hijacked my car knowing I needed to get some additional groceries for his birthday party. He plays football Saturday mornings and goes to the barbershop in the afternoon. His haircut appointment was at 4pm, when I called him at 5:30 his sorry sucka barber was in the background hollering "Sorry Mrs. Count, Sorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy." This sorry sucka fool had me waiting for hours for him to bring me my dang groceries. He called me every 5 minutes from the grocery store making me want to chop him in his throat:

 

Heavy cream? What's that? Is it on the coffee aisle? By bread crumbs do you mean croutons? Does it matter if the cream cheese is reduced fat? Do you want name brand graham crackers? Where is this minced garlic? What if they don't have Italian salad?

 

 When TheCount finally got back to my parents house with my groceries he also had a new outfit, 2 video games, and some dinner, all courtesy of the barbershop. I spent all Saturday night cooking for his party. My wonderful mama was in the kitchen helping me and she kept asking, "how the heck were you going to do all this by yourself?" Ma, it's just what I do. I get it done.

 

Sunday morning we went to church went back to my parent's house and I immediately had to finish the food for the party. We got to the house at noon, the party was at 1pm. I served baked chicken sausage ziti, a vegetarian ziti in a cream sauce, cheesy garlic bread, salad, meatballs, sweet potato cheesecake, sweet potato cupcakes, and coconut/ caramel/ chocolate cookies. We had 9 additional guests than I was expecting, so yeah, there are no leftovers. The food got rave reviews though, surprising the thing people loved most was the ziti I was just throwing stuff in. That afternoon we went to my friend's house for an hour because she was having a jewelry party and I wanted to show my face. Since TheCount and my daddy had to work on my car today, TheCount decided we should spend the night at their house again, so I got to spend a fun filled weekend with my momma. Now, I'm tireder than tired can be so I'm glad I only have to work 2 days this week :) Tomorrow is my Friday!

 

 

Hi Lo

I have been quite busy these past few days. Let's play a game! Well it's not really a game for y'all, but it's a game for me, here we go!

 

Wednesday

 

High: I spent the night at my parent's house so my momma could drop me off at the place I was working for the day. I had an open house/health fair to attend and it was right around the corner from their house. The fair was wonderful, very well attended and the campus was very nice. There was a dude there that I went to high school with- he didn't remember me. He kept coming back to my table flirting and telling jokes, I just laughed. At one point he sat down at my table and we were talking (I honestly thought at this point he thought I was familiar and was trying to place it- nope, no clue). When he finally asked, "so are you from around here," I said, "dude, we went to the same high school. We graduated the same year, and you were friends with my husband." About 15 minutes later it finally clicked and he remembered me. I was laughing so hard, because he kept on asking, "are you serious? For real?" Dude yeah, but don't feel bad, I didn't talk until my Senior year of high school. He kept calling all his coworkers over to the table to tell them the story because he found it so funny.

 

Low: My daddy is tripping. He came into my room and said, "TM, I want you to pay for your sister's hotel room next week when we go on vacation." Say what now? I thought he was joking. I looked him in his face and laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more- he wasn't joking. He said it again, I got smart, he said it again, I turned the t.v. up. What's wrong with what he asked? Let me count the ways:

1. I'm not going on the trip. I'll be darned if I pay for somebody to go on a trip whilst I stay home because I already decided it wasn't a wise financial decision.

2. You're not going to tell me how to spend my money.

3. Did you ask my husband? No, you waited until he was distracted so you could come to me with this bull.

4. You're not going to TELL me how to spend my money.

5. I'm not obligated to financially support anybody I didn't birth.

6. You're not going to tell me how to spend MY money.

7. Vacations are a luxury, not a right. You can't afford to go- you don't go.

8. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL ME HOW TO SPEND MY MONEY!

 

 

Y'all I was really mad. I ended the conversation with my daddy by saying, "everybody should be talking to Jesus and not each other. I live in a rented apartment, his daddy owns Heaven." I texted my sister to see if she needed money, if she had asked me I would have gladly given it to her. She said, "no, I'm fine, daddy said he was going to pay for my room, so he needs to pay for it." I told my momma and she said, "HE DID WHAT? Let me tell that man, he don't have no business asking his kids for money. Maybe it's because we used to give our parents money. But our parents ain't have it like we do. Don't worry about it honey. We aren't asking for your money until we get old."

Was I wrong to be upset that he tried to tell me how to spend my money? Wait until after you read this next part to decide.

 

Thursday

High: So they found our car last week. For days and days, we called the impound lot but nobody could figure out which lot had our car. They finally figured it out- it was in the evidence lot because it was involved in a hit and run. We got to the lot to get our car and my shoes and TheCount's football cleats were still in there.

 

Low: Rest in Peace Nissan Altima- cuz you're going to the junkyard! Those sucker thieves took the whole radio/heat/air section, the fricking steering wheel (who does that? LOL), our gps system that was hidden under the seat, my sweet potato oatmeal chocolate chip and pecan cookies AND the container they were in (y'all could have left my tupperware) along with TheCount's sports equipment.

 

High: Our trip to the MVA took all of 30 seconds. As I was arguing with TheCount about me walking in that room full of people to ask a dumb question the exact person we needed walked outside and said "Are you here for XYZ? Push this button and walk here." Just like that we were done!

 

Friday

 

High: My outfit is banging!

 

Low: My hair is so horrendous I almost did the big chop this morning  so I could I could rock a fro to work. I've gone through a major hair growth spurt in the last month and blending wasn't even an option this morning. I rode to work with 3 bright orange flexi rods in my hair and my purple scarf tying down the back.

 

 

TheCount's birthday is Sunday, if you're in town and you wanna hang out and watch the Redskins/Cowboys game with us, email me!

Will this stuff work?

I love trying new things. I'm always grabbing something while in the store just to see if it works. That leads me to this awesomely random post today. The fresh balls product made me laugh and honestly that's why I bought it. Sherri Shepherd tweeted about it, I clicked the link, thought it was funny, and said "ohhh I'm so getting this for TheCounts birthday." Is this TMI? Probably! I just want to know if it will work (I'm not going to link the site because I really don't think googling fresh balls is a good idea at work, lol). TheCount uses baby powder everyday to keep his life fresh, but I get so mad because he always leaves a white coating of powder on the rugs/carpet/bed/wherever his crazy self is dressing and it is aggravating! I'll keep you guys posted on if this works or not (ok, I KNOW that's TMI).

 

The second product I saw in TJMaxx when I had no business being in there. The ingredients are Green tea with natural garcinia, natural black seed, natural cumin seed and natural fenugreek. The box claims that these are slimming agents. It was only $4 so I said what the, hey, why not? I made a cup yesterday and it smells and takes like cumin water. My solution was to add in another teabag of a flavor that I do enjoy so I can get through it. {BTW: that's the lovely view from my office window.}

 

What totally random product have you purchased lately? Anything you're thinking about purchasing?

He loves me!

I forgot to tell y'all MrC brought me my cheese from Wisconsin. What does it taste like? Cheese, but I was just so happy he got it for me. He let me rant and rave for 20 minutes on the way home from the airport and he listened to me threaten his life over the thought that he went all the way to Wisconsin and didn't bring his wife back her cheese. It reminded me of the time my mom called me from my favorite store on my birthday and didn't come back with any gift for me (I was mad at her for like 6 months. Turns out she bought it but lost it and was too embarassed to tell me, when she found it, she gave it to me).

Sigh, I'm crazy and unreasonable, but he knew that when he married me.

Another blame the hormones post

Friday

I had to leave work early to pick TheCount up from the airport. Somehow I found my way in TJMaxx buying boots, still not sure how that happened. We got home around 6, I think, and I had plans to cook dinner and chill out in the bed reading my Real Simple, Harper's Bazaar, and In Style magazines. My best friend called and said she had the stuff I ordered from her sister's fundraiser to drop off. I really didn't feel like having company, but I did want my stuff so I told her to stop by. In all honestly, I haven't talked to her int he last 2 weeks because I just couldn't take her constant complaining/worrying/drama. She also never knows what to say and most of the times I find it funny and can laugh it off, but sometimes I just want to say,"you are 24 and you have a college degree. You should have more sense than that." The very first sentence out her mouth when she arrived set the tone for the entire night.

Me: Heyyyy, EJ

Ej: Wow, your house smells like fish.

--stop the track. this heifer is rude--

Me: Yeah, we just steamed and ate 3 pounds of crab legs for dinner.

 

But what if we hadn't? What if we just had a stinky house? What if I was sick and had a bad body odor and was uncomfortable with the situation? Maybe I'm ultra sensitive, but I've been to some downright funky houses, but I never insulted the residents by saying, good lord your house stanks as soon as I walk in the door. That's rude. If you don't like the smell, go home. If you need to say something, find a more tactful way of saying it. By the way, your moms house smells like pee, but I haven't found a nice way to say it yet. There are 8 people living there, somebody must smell it too, maybe I should say if while I'm still at the door next time.

Anyway, she stayed, and stayed, and stayed. I was planning to get in the shower and wash my hair, but she stayed, and stayed, and stayed. What did we talk about? She's balding, she hates her hairdresser, her 16 year old brother is getting on her nerves, her car is messed up again, she hates her part time job, she wants to sue Yaz because she thinks it made her depressed, she was mad at Target because the pharmacist was rude, oh and she thinks I should cut my hair now.

 

Ej: You should cut your hair now, you have enough new growth

Me: TheCount doesn't really want it this short, so I'll wait.

Ej: But you have enough hair, you should cut it.

Me: I'll wait

Ej: But you have to face to get it cut short.

Me: I'll wait.

Ej: When?

Me: Either June of next year of for my birthday in August.

Ej: That will be a good birthday present, but you should cut it now.

Me: I'll wait.

 

Dear God, please deliver me from this madness. I started venting on Twitter because I was sitting next to TheCount and I knew he was reading what I was typing. He kept on accommodating Ej. Ej, want some food? NO!!!! I want her to be hungry and go home! Ej, you said you wanted to watch the Monique show? Well here it is. PJD finally typed some sense into TheCount and he stopped changing to shows that Ej wanted to watch and she went home. I washed my hair and was so tired I fell asleep on my magazine with my wet hair still in the towel.

Hmmm, reading that makes me seem mean. Well, it's how I felt Friday (perhaps this is PMS talking, yeah, lets blame hormones).

Saturday

I stayed home and cleaned up, braided my hair, and we had people over to watch the fight.

 

Sunday

Worked in the nursery at church, had a meeting afterward, went to my parent's house, went to a youth event at another church, went home to read my magazines and chill out. 

What's going on with you?

They found the car! It got towed on Monday and they mailed us a letter Tuesday and we got it last night. TheCount is working in Wisconsin today so we can't go get it until tomorrow. If it's totally trashed we'll probably just get anything out of it that's left and go buy a new car. At least we know where it is now. We won't have to sit around and wonder if we should buy a car or not.

 

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This morning when I dropped TheCount off at the airport I asked him to bring me back some cheese from Wisconsin. He told me no. How rude of you to go to a place I've been dying to go to since sixth grade and not bring my back some cheese. That's just mean. I should leave him at the airport if he comes back without my cheese. In sixth grade I had this boyfriend that was obsessed with cheese just like I was. He could name over 100 types of cheese. I used to sit and listen like he was reading poetry. If anybody knows a 24 year old Stephen Crocker, let me know!

 

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I've noticed something about our apartment. It's loud. Really, really loud. Not the apartment itself, but the inhabitants. If we're quiet, it usually means that somebody is upset. We don't do that yelling in an argument let's slam doors and act like words don't work stuff. We get quiet, calm ourselves, then talk it out. But when we're happy? I'm screaming random jokes {this week it's been "pow, right in the kisser" as I run toward him full speed with my fist out}, TheCount is usually chasing me trying to get on my back, or I'm dancing on the furniture to whatever song is in my head. We really need a house, we are too loud for apartment living.

 

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God answers prayers y'all. You should try it out.

 

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I really want a steak and cheese sandwich and a salad for lunch. You know what that means? I'll be having a steak and cheese sandwich and salad for lunch.

 

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I hate Dunkin Donuts' donuts. They're nasty to me. I just ate half of one so I would have some food on my tummy to take my vitamins. Gross. I had to wrap it up and move my trash can because the smell sickens me.

 

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Yesterday I was trying to tell a joke to TheCount and I messed it up so badly he wouldn't stop laughing. It ended up being funnier than my joke.

Me: Man, I left my B-12's at home today so I was walking around the office trying to bum a few pills of people.

TheCount: You on drugs man?

Me: Yeah, I was like a fiend, I had the scratches and everything.

TheCount: What!?

Me: I mean the shakes, you know what I meant fool. Don't judge me.

TheCount: Bwhahahaha, you're an idiot.

 

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I thought I had my shopping under control. I've proved myself wrong. I don't know how this happened: lovely cognac colored boots, 2 watches for TheCount (his bday is coming up), a new men's hygiene product (it's really funny, when it arrives, I'll post about it), some Victoria Secret smell goods, a new sweater (that's so warm I may go get it another color on Monday, it was only $20 from Nordstrom Rack), a really cute phone case, new gloves, new tennis shoes, some yoga pants (yoga pants are my version of leggings), a new face wash, mask, scrub, and moisturizer from Mario Badescu, and a subscription to Cooking Light magazine all within the last 2 weeks. Well the boots may have been 3 weeks ago, if they are, that doesn't count in my list. Dear Jesus, TheCount needs a raise, his wife is out of control. Please bless him with a raise, because I know you value our marriage. Thanks and Amen.

 

Goodnight Moon

Y'all I'm so dang tired I don't know what to do with myself! I started my new workout plan Tuesday, walked all around NY yesterday, and went to bed late, only to be awakened several time by my darling husband's monstrous leg crushing me. I almost didn't come into work today, but I put on my big girl panties and made my way in. I didn't but too much in NY because of our current car situation, and me not wanting to waste money, but I did buy some really cute gloves and my Mother and Sister in law's Christmas presents. When my momma posts the pictures on facebook, I'll steal them and post them here. Let me go get some tea and water so I can keep my eyes open, I'm the note taker for today's staff meeting (eek!). Enjoy your day folks.

Today's Tasks

My boss is working from home today which works out perfectly for me, because I have so much stuff I need to get done.

 

Eyebrows Threaded

 

Buy another pair of New Balances

 

Find some pants to go with an  burnt orange plaid boyfriend shirt. Any suggestions? I have a feeling it could be worn as a dress if I didn't have such a huge butt, but I do, so that makes this dress fall into the shirt category.

 

Not spend too much money because it looks like we'll be buying another car

 

Research cars, even though TheCount will be working in Detroit tomorrow. I told him to catch his flight there, do the inspection, then go buy a car and drive back. It made perfect sense to me, but he looked at me like I was a fool, lol.

 

Figure out what the heck we're going to do in New York tomorrow besides walk around. What's the weather like up there y'all? We're having mommy- daughter day. It'll be 6 of us up there. Why? I have no idea other than the fact that my mom hops on the bus like once a month to go to New York and this time she invited friends.

 

Start my new work out plan with my workout buddy. Today is Arms & Abs. Wednesdays are butts and thighs, but I'm off tomorrow.

 

My first order of business is to get some food. How I managed to leave my breakfast and lunch at home is beyond me. Not one of my finest moments.

 

 

What are your tasks for today?

 

 

 

Faith

Last night TheCount and I had to go to DC for a charity event for one of my coworkers. I had completely forgotten about the event and only remembered an hour before the event just as we were about to leave my parent's house and go home. I didn't want to go, TheCount really didn't want to go, but I had given my word, so we went. The event was nice enough and he was really excited that we came through. TheCount called one of his friends and he came and chilled too. We left around 7:30pm and walked back to where we parked the car, only to find that our car had been stolen. Sigh, deep breath, look around, call police. As TheCount called the police I called his friend:

Me: Dude, somebody stole our car.

Friend: What? Dag, I'm turning back around, I'll be there in a second.

 

While waiting for Friend, I called my momma:

Me: Ma, somebody stole our car

Ma: Are you serious? Well don't stress, you know you can use my van for the week. You'll just have to pick me up on Wednesday, but it'll work out.

 

The police officer came and we talked to him for a while, he was a very polite fellow. Around 8:00 we were getting into Friend's nice shiny fancy Lexus (seriously thieves, you chose a 1996 Nissan Altima out of all the cars on that street? You're dumb).

Friend: Y'all want me to take y'all to your house?

TheCount: No, you can just take us to TM's parent's house.

Friend: I don't mind taking y'all up there {It was an hour away}

TheCount: Nah, her parent's are giving us the van to use

Friend: Oh ok, cool

 

We got to my parent's house and went inside to talk as TheCount called his momma to tell her what happened.

Daddy: Where were y'all at?

Me: H street

Daddy: Oh, ok. Well I work over there so I'll drive around tomorrow and see if I can spot his car.

 

When I think about all that happened last night, I don't get mad that somebody stole our car {and my dang tennis shoes that I need for Wednesday, and my freshly baked Sweet Potato Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Pecan Cookies}. In fact, I don't get mad at all, I laugh. Our friends and family all did what they could to help us, to make sure our needs were met. They took care of us. I know my Father in Heaven loves me much more than they ever could, so I know He has our back. Those character-less thieves tried to do us evil, but God will work it out for our good. I firmly believe that. Funny thing is, TheCount knew something was going to happen. He was praying on the way to the event so he could make sure his attitude was right, because he really didn't want to go.

God: will you still have your joy?

TheCount: Of course, it's only a few hours with her coworkers.

God: No, will you really have joy if something happens to you. If something happens to your car?

TheCount: Yeah, of course.

 

It reminded me of Kelly's post a few weeks ago, His Voice. God has our back. Always has, always will.

 

 

This Stuff Works: Nails

Weeks and weeks ago Nerd Girl asked what I used to make my nail polish stay. After years of research dealing with chipped/smudged nails I finally found my winning formula. I use the polish as a base and top coat, after a few minutes I spray the Sally Hansen on which doubles as a hand moisturizer. Tonight I used it with Zoya's Yummy polish and it dried so quickly! I didn't even have time to think about smudging it. What do you use to protect your paint job?

Finished!

Our living room is finally home-y! The redecorating bug that hit me 2 weeks ago wasn't an expensive one thankfully. I got the rust pillows from Home Goods for $20 (for both) and the black pillows are from Kohl's and they were like $17 (for both). The rug came from Kohl's for $89.99 (I also got $20 Kohl's cash that I used toward a pair of boots on Saturday- don't tell TheCount, he hasn't noticed them yet). The candle was $5 from B&BW because my huge purple candle was throwing off my design asthetic. The table is never that clean though. We normally at least have our 2 laptops, 2 glasses of water, and whatever mail we got for the day- but there was no need to show y'all all that.

My week in 4 counts

Me:Do you remember what happened last night?

TheCount: No

Me: Really? Because you woke up after I licked your eyelid for the sixth time

TheCount: What!?

Me: Hahahahaa, I was messing with you in your sleep. I kept taking pictures, but I couldn't get a good one of me licking your eyelid so I had to keep doing it, but then you jumped up. You don't remember me laughing and running?

TheCount: Naw man, what's wrong with you? Of all places for you tongue to be, you choose my eyelid? Did you put these pictures on twitter?

Me: No babe, TheWorld doesn't need to know I'm crazy

TheCount: I'm going to start a blog to expose you, just wait

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Phone conversation:

Me: Babe, can you freeze that meat I have in the fridge?

Him: Sure

3 days later

Me: You put all 3 packages of meat in one big bag?

Him: Yeah, see I wrote on the bag like you do so you would know how much meat is in there, 5.74 pounds.

Me: That made sense to you? We are 2 people! If I want to cook one of these steaks I now have to thaw them all!

Him: Oh

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Me: Yeah, we're having steak sandwiches for dinner

Him: If you buy me some milk, you don't have to cook

Me: Yes I do. I have 5.74 pounds of raw meat in my fridge!

Him: Well as long as it's tender, I'm all for steak sandwiches.

Me: What? Did you think this was time for requests? Just for that, we are having tough steak sandwiches for dinner. How about that, so tough your jaw will hurt. Make another suggestion, hear?

Him: Whatever, bye girl, I'm about to go up on the roof

Me: Alright be safe

Him: Nope! I'm not taking your suggestions, I'm going to be soooo reckless

I have a picture he sent me from the roof, but I can't get it to post correctly, I'll try again tomorrow.

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Me: What the heck is this stain on the floor?

TheCount: That's been there babe.

Me: so you saw it and did nothing, sigh I asked what it was

TheCount: I don't know

It always amazes me that somebody can see something wrong and not fix it. I got out my carpet cleaner and went to work. As payback for him not taking care of it, I waited until he was good and sleep at midnight and then started vacuuming. I was laughing so hard because I just knew it would wake him up- that sorry sucker didn't even flinch.

Addiction

Confession: My name is TM and I have an addiction to smell goods. Most of these items were purchased in the last 2 weeks. We'll ignore my 3 bottles of Febreeze in the hall closet, my 4 sticks of deodorant, TheCount's 3 sticks, and my 20+ bottles of body spray/perfume. Yes I have an addiction, but boy doesn't my house smell good!

What's your addiction?

Life Rules

According to my mom, I'm crazy. There are certain things that I do that causes her to ask, "where did that come from?" Like my rule about shorts- only during the summer. It could be the day before summer and 182 degrees outside, and I would not put on shorts because it's not summer. I have another rule- no jackets in August. This year August 31st was quite cold, but I refused a jacket because it was August and arms should be free in August.

 

I hung with my mom from Thursday- Sunday and I'm pretty sure when I left last night she went in her prayer closet to ask God where she went wrong with me. Apparently my daylight savings time rules are stupid to her. We only have 2 comforters in our apartment because we don't have space for anything else. We have a lightweight cheap one from Target, and a heavier nice one from Macy's. When the time changes our comforter changes. The same thing with the curtains in our bedroom. The time has changed so the curtains must change. When we "spring forward" I'll change them back. My other weird rule is about when I eat oatmeal. Since we "fell back" yesterday, I pulled out my oatmeal for today's breakfast (for my birthday in August I got a packet of oatmeal for a gift, and I ate it, see I'm flexible). I'll eat oatmeal almost every morning from now until the time changes again, then I won't even touch it. 

 

The other thing I said this weekend that made my momma raise her brows at me was about "trusted food sources." I'm willing to bet most of y'all are like this too though, so I think she is the odd one. Friday at work we had a potluck. I wasn't on the invite, but they told me to come. Since I didn't know about it until 2 minutes before, I didn't bring any food and I didn't know who was bringing food. They make fun of me for being a picky eater and I really didn't feel like being bothered so I had to make some tough choices. These were the dilemmas I faced:

1. Only one person was a trusted food source. All others were of questionable sanitation practices. I cannot risk my health trying to be polite.

2. Thankfully a lot of people bought pre-made food from the store. Stores are trusted food sources because my family can sue them if I die from their mess, lol. However, Popeye's was the main food source.

3. I think Popeye's is the devil (their commercials anger me so much). I will not spend my money on Popeye's even though I had been craving their biscuits for over a month. I couldn't sit down with just a cup of chili, so I got a piece of chicken and a biscuit. It seem the lesser of the evils I faced.

4. My blackness was questioned in a room full of white people. The only other black person at our potluck brought cornbread from Safeway. He told me to get a piece and I declined because I don't like cornbread. He told me I wasn't really black then as I looked at this room of white folks chomping on cornbread. Seriously? I had chicken on my plate- clearly I'm black {sarcasm folks}.

5. I have a problem with home made baked goods. I don't eat cupcakes (thank God because apparently they were gross, and had 475 calories a piece) but I love brownies, but I was scared to eat them. I could just picture the person cutting them up and getting chocolate on their hands and licking it. Then picking up the rest of the brownies to put them in the container- yuck!

 

What are some of your strange life rules? I know I'm not the only one (please tell me I'm not the only one)!