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This one tagged me. (Oh, John McCain, you slay me)


Gotta say I guess I needed it, judging by the sparse posts as of late. Not exactly sure what the award means other than an excuse to post, but whatever.


I'll take it.


Here are the rules:

1.) When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back
2.) Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more) that you find brilliant in their content or design.
3.) Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with ‘Honest Weblog’
4.) Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).
5.) And then we pass it on!

The way this thing seems to be working lately is that we're posting 10 honest things about yourself. So here goes.

1. Sometimes I wish I had a perm again. I love my natural hair and my afro, but sometimes the styles are limiting. I miss the days of ponytails, sleek wraps and bouncy curls. I'm not considering getting a perm again, but I am strongly thinking about getting a press and curl, just to see how it feels.
2. I'm kinda awkward, and this whole, "reinventing myself/establishing my swagger" thing is kinda weird. So, I've been wearing different types of clothes, putting makeup on every so often, basically trying to keep up appearances. And it gets you attention. I'm not used to that. I'm used to kinda posting in the background and shining on special occasions. Yesterday, I wore my birthday boots, some skinny jeans, a sweater and a blazer to go meet the BF for a movie. I waited for him at the Harvard bookstore and I got approached by this guy who complemented said boots and asked for my number (after coming back three times). It was sweet. He was nice. I said no. And I was self conscious the rest of the night, catching glimpses of my butt in storefront windows. It wasn't like a slutbucket outfit, and I'm comfortable in the pieces separately, but it felt really awkward to put myself out there like that.
3. I don't think that Tyler Perry can ever make a movie that I will like. I just have this unequivocal dislike for him. It's probably unwarranted. I'm sure he's a nice guy. Probably flosses daily and helps old ladies across the street. But here are my problems with Tyler Perry: he makes bad movies and black people support him -- and tell me to support him -- because he's black. Now, full disclosure -- V and Marcus said "The Family that Preys" was pretty good actually. I will never find out of my own free will. If I have my choice, I will go to my grave without seeing another Tyler Perry movie. I saw "Diary of a Mad Black Woman" (on bootleg) and I was ruined forever. I can't deal with the bad acting, the sappy and predictable plots and Tyler Perry in that damn fat suit.
4. I have given exactly one body shot in my life. I was super drunk and volunteered to lay on the ground and have a guy take one out of my chest (I don't really recall how that worked because it seems like it would defy gravity. Details are sketchy. My apologies). The oddest part of the whole thing was looking up and seeing the circle of guys standing above me. Decided at that point, volunteering for anything like that again is probably not a good idea.
5. When I was a little kid, I bit my toenails. I used to sit on the back of the couch with my back against the wall, and bite them while I watched cartoons. I don't know why it started or how long I did it. I just kinda grew out of it at some point, definitely before I started school like talking about. My sister used to make fun of me all the time for doing it.
6. I felt like a loser because it took me a long time to get over my ex from college. It was a bad situation and I had to see him a bunch because we were in college -- ain't but so many people at Hampton. It wasn't until I took a drive to Florida and spent two weeks on a friend's couch that I felt like I was over him (this was about 2 months after we broke up). There, on her floor, I made a mix CD. First one I ever made for a guy. I blasted it all the rest of the way to St. Pete. I still have it and listen to it and kinda feel guilty for liking the CD so much. (And I wasn't super over my ex because I fell for the swindle when I visited for homecoming that year.)
7. I read into simple things a lot. A guy who liked me once gave me a mix CD (because he had a bunch of cool music and I asked him to put me on to some good stuff) and I spent the entire drive to Naples (Florida has LOTS of memories for me) on the phone with my girl analyzing the track list, which included this song "Erotic Dreams" and all these love songs. He was cute, but the songs didn't mean anything. It just caused me a bunch of anxiety needlessly. (In my favor, I'd gone to Ft. Lauderdale to have a date with him [and interview at his paper] and he gave me the CDs then, so I wasn't just making this stuff up out of thin air.)
8. I have a type. I never thought I did. I thought I was an equal opportunity dater. But I'm not. My type tends to be light to brown skinned, short to medium height (5'6" to 5'8"), high cheekbones and/or strong jaw, sweet smile (slight dimples or any quirky things are also a plus), slim yet strong build, and involved someway in the arts (writing, music, dance). It was a revelation. I accept it.
9. I don't keep in contact with many people from Flint mostly because I don't want to be reminded of where I came from. I love Flint and I'm proud to be there, but it's a rough place. And I always feel guilty for getting out and leaving my friends behind. It's hard, sometimes to hear how their lives are going, not be able to do anything about it, and think there, but for the grace of God, go I.
10. Whenever I'm flipping through channels, I kinda hope I'll stumble across The Proud Family Movie, just for this one scene. If I find it, I call my sister immediately so we can watch it together. Here it is:
    
    
    
    Man. That was hard.
    And it just so seems that everyone that I read has either already done this or has been tagged already, so I'll just leave it up to you. If you decide to do it, let me know and I'll come read it. Otherwise, peace out.
    

This is what I get for trying new foods

I've been on a salad kick lately.

Not making them myself -- just buying them when I go out to restaurants. I've been finding that when I get ready to eat, it's not so much beef or chicken that I want, but rather fresh fruits and veggies.

So I try to listen to my body.

Sometimes it works out wonderfully. Like the honey chicken salad at Unos. It has vermicelli pasta and warm chicken tenders. mmmmm. or this new salad with Craisins, pears and nuts, also at Unos.

Well, at work today, I got a little hungry and didn't want the fried goodness of Wendy's. So I stopped at Cheesecake Factory with the full intention of getting an appetizer. (In addition to being on a salad kick, my stomach shrunk recently or something. I can't eat grown-up portions for some reason.) But the salads caught my eye.

I saw a veggie salad with cheddar, cucumbers, asparagus, green beans, edamame, beets, chicken and radicchio and I figured I'd give it a shot. I'm not a huge fan of beets, but I figured i could eat around them if I found them horrid in the salad.

I'm very sorry I decided to take a chance.

Everything was chopped and in cubes, for one. I'm a big fan of presentation. And I know I got takeout, but can you slice some cucumbers? Even the cheese was in blocks! What kind of mess is that? YET, the chicken was sliced so thinly, I'm positive they cut half a chicken breast in half and sliced it horizontally to give me these slivers of chicken.

Bastards.

In addition, something just doesn't taste right. There's a slightly bitter taste to some of the food. (By the way, I'm no fan of the Cheesecake factory house vinaigrette) I'm blaming it on the radicchio, but I've eaten radicchio before and it's never tasted so blech.

My face is scrunched up and I'm sad because I just spent like $11 on this monstrosity.. I should have just gotten some buffalo wings.

Fruity (pause) Suprise

I got an Edible Arrangement today!


The BF got it delivered to my job. I don't have my camera, so I couldn't take a picture to post, but I found this one on the Web site. Mine is a bit smaller than this, but it's still HUGE.


What better way to start the week?!


I remember telling him about how cool I thought they were when a friend of mine got one while we were in Florida. They're usually huge, so you kinda have to share.


I hesitantly cracked mine open (it was so pretty) and ate at least one of everything in the bouquet before I sent an e-mail to my co-workers saying they could stop by my desk for a fruity treat. Even now, I keep taking the pineapple (one of my favorites) and wondering to myself whether i should save any for anyone else.


Eh. No. It's my gift. I'll eat all the pineapple if I want to. I did share a pineapple daisy with the security guard. See? I'm generous.


And really, who knew that chocolate covered strawberries were so tasty!? And why wasn't I informed of this deliciousness until now?

P.S. -- T minus six days until my birthday. There's still time to get those gifts in the mail. Hop to it.