Who's The Master?

I have been saying this to myself over and over since last weekend.  It can't get any better than the immortal words of Sho'nuff.  Sadly he died not too long ago.  I love this movie so much.  It never gets old.  I especially like the DeBarge video in the middle.  The movie is chalked full of one-liners and "happening" dance moves.  They don't make movies like this anymore.  If for some cracked out reason you haven't seen "Barry Gordy's The Last Dragon" I suggest you run out and rent buy a copy today. Anyone I've ever shown the movie to loves it.  I want to walk into every room followed by my tricked out adoring entourage.  "Am I the meanest?  Am I the prettiest? Am I the baddest, mofo lowdown around town". Your answer better be "SHONUFF".  I'm gonna get a t-shirt made to say this.

Tags: Shonuff, Random, Movies

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That's Going to Be a Negative Ghostrider!

So I have been considering getting a roommate to save money.  The girl I had almost settled on has already gotten on my nerves.  Not just any nerves either... She is on my black nerve.  Anyone who knows me is aware that this is not the nerve to be on!!!  So I've decided that it would be best if we didn't live together.  I also talked to a mutual friend and he told me that she has had problems with every roommate she has ever had.  I think I dodged a bullet.  Of course I haven't had a chance to tell her yet but I'm working up to it. I had to work hard not to just tell her in a voicemail but I am a grown up and will wait for her to return my call and tell her personally.   I think I'll say something like "Yeah, so about being roommates.... That's going to be a negative ghostrider!" Deuce!!

It's Not Mono

I have been feeling kinda funky for the last 2 weeks.  Sweet Ryan thinks it might be Mononucleosis.  I'm pretty sure it isn't because my life hasn't been interesting enough for me to catch mono.  I feel super tired and have had killer headaches.  Maybe it is just that I'm tired of all the bullshit I've been putting up with one of my professors.  Today I came extremely close to calling him a jackass and stalking out.  Tags: Sick, School

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Temper Tantrums and Tizzy

When was the last time you had a really good temper tantrum?  I mean a rolling on the floor, screaming at the top of your lungs and kicking tantrum.  I feel like it should still be ok to do this.  I know I'm the first one to talk shit about a person's lack of parenting skills when I see kids having a tantrum out in public, but I feel like I need one.  Random everyday stuff is just upsetting me and I think a tantrum would allow me to keep my sanity for a good 3-4 weeks longer.  Maybe I'll just settle for bumping up my BGS (black girl swagger).  One of my professors is riding my nerves.  I fight everyday to keep from slapping the taste from his mouth.  But although I may fantasize about it and throwing a tantrum worthy of the title "Princess" in the real world I can't.  Oooh but I want to.  Tonight is most definitely a Tizzy night. Tizzy is actually the merlot from Tisdale Vineyards my fave cheap wine.  You can buy it 3 for $10 but it is really good.

Tags: Tizzy, Tantrums

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Ha Liz

I almost forgot to blog today. My friend Liz the Lakeview Critic  and I have agreed to blog everyday for the month of March.  I have no idea if I have enough to say everyday but I almost forgot that today is the 1st of the month.  I'm sure she thinks I forgot  so this is a big "In your face!"  Next time I'll have more to say but right now I have to be quick and short so I can finish while it is still  technically March 1st.  I haven't even checked her blog to find out if she remembered, but I'm not taking chances.  More to come.

WTF

Couple of random episodes in my life recently.  First and possibly strangest.  I had straight boy drama at a gay bar!! So, a couple of friends came into town.  I didn't know them well before they came but one has been my cousin's life partner for over a decade and the other is his son.  So when they come to my city of course I set some time aside to meet up with them and show them a few things.  I ended up spending more time than I anticipated with them because they were soo much fun.  We went to a parade then went to party on Bourbon  and Frenchmen St. (locals know that we only really go down to Bourbon when we have guests in town.  Frenchmen is where the locals play)  Anyhow we go dancing on the tourist trap that is Bourbon.  We go to this club and we are dancing it up.  I'm the ish.  I accidently knock over a beer that is on a table behind me.  The guy the beer belongs to looks pretty pissed and it was a full beer before I knocked it over.  So I offer to buy a replacement.  The club is packed and I didn't feel like waiting in line for the bartender so I just hand him a fiver (yes the pauper princess handed over money... what is the world coming to?)  He tells me the beer belongs to his girlfriend and I say well give her my apologies and buy her a new beer.  Shortly after this we leave and since both of my guests are gay we head to one of the gay bars farther down.  I've been here before with other gay friends and it is a treat because half naked men dance on the bar.  Once we were there about an hour I had to use the restroom.  When I come out guess who's there.  Spilled Beer Guy.. He starts coming on to me and telling me how pretty I am.  I ask him where his girlfriend is and he says she's not his girlfriend.  Regardless she wasn't there.  He makes a real nuisance of himself until I agree to dance with him.  He keeps trying to touch me and I am so not having it.   So I know you all have the same question right?  "Why is a straight man in a gay club by himself?  Actually I am more curious about what he did with my $5 if that wasn't his girlfriend!!.  I did say something along the lines of "I know why I'm here, why are you here?  This is not where I come to meet straight men."  I'm guessing he was on the DL.  Crazy straight boy drama at a gay club. Go figure.   I also ended up  having a conversation with two gay men about how they love boobs more than straight men.

Second is a little less exciting but just as random.  Like most hardcore coffee drinkers I can't function fully without my morning coffee. Normally I shell out the cash to buy really good beans and grind my own coffee.  A coffee grinder and French press are one of the best investments ever.  In an emergency I will go to the Starbucks or PJ's coffee around the corner from me.   These early morning trips are few and far between and rarely memorable unless someone impedes my access to coffee.  Well apparently Coffee Deprived Foxxy is very similar to Intoxicated Drunk Foxxy.  I met some guy in the coffee line and gave him my email address.  He waits 3 weeks then emails me.  When I get the email I almost deleted it thinking it was a Nigerian Money Scam.  Even though I can totally understand why a terminally ill Lady would want me to have her money so her greedy relatives can't have it.  Shhhhh she doesn't know I already one the UK lottery like 10 times and have no need for her paltry millions.  I digress...  I'm puzzled by the email.  At this point I don't recall what he looked like and don't think I should be held responsible for what happens in the pursuit of coffee.   But I'm intrigued.  Normally I am quite mean before my coffee fix so I want to know what he did to get past that.  This could be advantageous because mean is being generous.  I'm hell in high heels without my coffee.  Or maybe the mean turned him on which I've seen before.  I would always be dateless if there wasn't a certain breed of men that like a little mean and evil served up on big boobs and dimples. My dilemma is he was obviously cute, funny, weird, or skilled enough for me to give him some form of communication. (I'm not one of those women that gives personal info to some guy she has no intention of speaking to later).  The caveat is maybe he wasn't cute, funny, weird or skilled enough to get my phone number which is the most expedient way to get in contact with me.  It is also possible I gave him my email and not the cell because I wasn't functioning  properly before my coffee.....What's a girl to do?

Tags: WTF, Random, Men

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Some Days You Just Shouldn't Get Out of Bed

I had planned a cute and slightly dramatic emotional little blog about dinner and drinks with my friend last weekend.   It was gonna go a little something like this:  Last weekend was uneventful and busy all at the same time.  I did have a chance to have dinner with one of my good friends.  We'll call her "The Lakeview Critic".  We have been unable to get together for quite a while.  She's had some big changes in her life and I haven't been around to offer my usual dialogue to the process.  Sometimes you don't know how much you have missed someone until you are reunited.  I'm sure our waiter wished we were a little less vocal about our reunion.  It had been so long since we saw each other that we exchanged Christmas presents at the restaurant.  Something, something Pauper Tip #19 Tag along with friends that have gift certificates to restaurants.  There is usually a free or reduced meal involved.   Blah blah.... Oprah and Ted Haggard. ( I will definitely explore this in a future blog cause it was gut busting funny.)  Something else extremely witty and funny...global warming.  See delightful .  Instead today's blog is hijacked cause I'm sad.

Some days you really shouldn't get out of bed.  Monday I had a meeting downtown with another grad student to redo an experiment that didn't work last week.  On my way there I got a speeding ticket.  I was doing 35 mph in a 25 mph zone.  In my defense I had just left a 35 mph zone.  So I get the ticket, big deal.  My day isn't the best so far but still doable.  Next I get to the school and the parking lots are really full.  Damn med students.  Instead of parking in the boonies and walking the green mile in the cold I choose to park on one of the side streets.  Fifteen minutes wasted parking but whatever.  I set up my experiments and have time to have lunch with AllyCat.  Bonus points...she pays cause she is too hungry to wait for me to stop at an ATM.  When I get back to my truck to head to my own lab there is a parking boot on my truck.  A FRICKIN PARKING BOOT!! Someone booted THE WHITE KNIGHT.  I had to call a friend to come pick me up.  Take me to the sketchy place to pay the City of New Orleans .  I dropped a cool $200 plus dollars.  $75 for the boot, $15 to get them to come to my car and remove it, and $123 in past due parking tickets.   To top it off I found out the experiment didn't work AGAIN.  So I have to go back and do it a third time. I am so mad.  Mostly cause I know it's my fault.  I could have parked in the boonies without fear of a ticket. For that matter I could have paid my previous parking tickets, and I most definitely could have driven slower.  Most importantly I could have stayed in bed!!!

Tags: Oprah, Tips, Rants

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