12.11.2008
Lol - I've never really wanted to do this, but
more often than not I see that people visit from towns that I've lived in and it excites me. I just saw a visitor from Mesquite, Texas. Guess where SunFresh was born? Yep, Mesquite, Texas. *waives hand and yells howdy* I've also seen a few Virginia towns that I've lived/gone to school in. 757 and 434!!!!
Can we do a roll call? lol, please. Just a name/alias, and where you're from. I'm curious!
Can we do a roll call? lol, please. Just a name/alias, and where you're from. I'm curious!
Random thougths
I had a dream that I was involved in a robbery. Except I was proud of myself because the person stole my purse, but somehow I managed to still have my passport, phone and debit card.
In part 2 of that dream, I was getting married. Initially I had no clue who the groom was. It was a disasterous wedding. Very unorganized, and I didn't even have a dress, there were no flowers. I ended up wearing a blue version of my senior prom dress. At one point, all the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in and somebody told me to just go ahead down the isle, despite the fact that the groom wasn't there. I was standing at the alter by myself waiting, hoping for somebody to show up. Well he came in, walked past the alter and gave dap to one of his boys and then rolled out. LMAO. It was one of the ATL pretty boys that I saw recently who is out in the streets trying to validate his existence to strangers instead of proving to one woman that he is a real man.
Until recently, I've felt rather insulated by the current recession/economic woes. By nature my career field and job is very stable. But more often than not I'm finding out that people near me are getting laid off.
For Christmas, I'd rather my family get gifts for another family. We're not rich, but we certainly don't NEED. At my ripe old age and career, I have every material want (within reason) or will get it soon. Until somebody can deliver the perfect love for me, I can do without this holiday.
I've been working late every day. And it's weird, I really don't mind. I guess at the end of the day, I really like what I do.
Jennifer Anniston drives me bat shit crazy. I was always team Jolie. I know she appeared to be a home-wrecker at first...but sometimes you can't destroy what's already broken. From my understanding (of course this is all rumor) Brad wanted to start a family, but Anniston wasn't ready to 'alter her body' by blessing the world with a baby. So he found a woman that shared the same values that he did. Can you hate him? Now him and Jolie are happy. And here you have Anniston posing naked on the cover of GQ magazine. Can we say ultimate attention whore. While your posing naked, Jenn, Jolie is beng ambassador to some 3rd world country. Get your priorities straight.
In part 2 of that dream, I was getting married. Initially I had no clue who the groom was. It was a disasterous wedding. Very unorganized, and I didn't even have a dress, there were no flowers. I ended up wearing a blue version of my senior prom dress. At one point, all the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in and somebody told me to just go ahead down the isle, despite the fact that the groom wasn't there. I was standing at the alter by myself waiting, hoping for somebody to show up. Well he came in, walked past the alter and gave dap to one of his boys and then rolled out. LMAO. It was one of the ATL pretty boys that I saw recently who is out in the streets trying to validate his existence to strangers instead of proving to one woman that he is a real man.
Until recently, I've felt rather insulated by the current recession/economic woes. By nature my career field and job is very stable. But more often than not I'm finding out that people near me are getting laid off.
For Christmas, I'd rather my family get gifts for another family. We're not rich, but we certainly don't NEED. At my ripe old age and career, I have every material want (within reason) or will get it soon. Until somebody can deliver the perfect love for me, I can do without this holiday.
I've been working late every day. And it's weird, I really don't mind. I guess at the end of the day, I really like what I do.
Jennifer Anniston drives me bat shit crazy. I was always team Jolie. I know she appeared to be a home-wrecker at first...but sometimes you can't destroy what's already broken. From my understanding (of course this is all rumor) Brad wanted to start a family, but Anniston wasn't ready to 'alter her body' by blessing the world with a baby. So he found a woman that shared the same values that he did. Can you hate him? Now him and Jolie are happy. And here you have Anniston posing naked on the cover of GQ magazine. Can we say ultimate attention whore. While your posing naked, Jenn, Jolie is beng ambassador to some 3rd world country. Get your priorities straight.
12.10.2008
"just tell the truth!"
With the intersection of a casual dating relationship and conflict up, you will see people respond, "just tell the truth!"
First I have to define casual dating. In my opinion or rather my world, a casual date would be the first 3 to 5 dates. It doesn't take me more than 3 dates to know whether or not I want to continue dealing with a person. Dates #4 or #5 might come along because you're lady parts are speaking louder than your brain, "ohhh but girl he's so cute/phyne." Brain chimes in with, but you just found out that his ass still.
We all find ourselves at different points in our life, where we want different things from a potential SO. Sometimes you just want a 'convenient late night relationship.' Sometimes you want a relationship. Sometimes you want companionship. Sometimes you want love and to be loved. But in a casual relationship, chances are you're being selfish. You are getting what you need most (could be sex, free meals, adoration) but you aren't truly concerned with returning the consideration. (Gosh, I'm such an accountant). But anywho - if it's casual you are in selfish mode going for yours.
So why in de hell would anybody expect a person in that mode to 'just tell the truth.' Sure it's the noble thing to do. It would save the other party pain, confusion ect. But if one person is getting what they need most at a certain point in life (sex, free meals, ect) what would their motivation to just tell the truth be? They risk not getting what they want. They are not in a relationship, they do not truly care about the other person. They are looking out for self.
I'm not saying I agree with this action. Heck, when I don't want to be in a relationship I am okay rolling solo. But I do understand what motivates other people.
I just made those most awesomest soup. That's my new thing. I like making soups.
First I have to define casual dating. In my opinion or rather my world, a casual date would be the first 3 to 5 dates. It doesn't take me more than 3 dates to know whether or not I want to continue dealing with a person. Dates #4 or #5 might come along because you're lady parts are speaking louder than your brain, "ohhh but girl he's so cute/phyne." Brain chimes in with, but you just found out that his ass still
We all find ourselves at different points in our life, where we want different things from a potential SO. Sometimes you just want a 'convenient late night relationship.' Sometimes you want a relationship. Sometimes you want companionship. Sometimes you want love and to be loved. But in a casual relationship, chances are you're being selfish. You are getting what you need most (could be sex, free meals, adoration) but you aren't truly concerned with returning the consideration. (Gosh, I'm such an accountant). But anywho - if it's casual you are in selfish mode going for yours.
So why in de hell would anybody expect a person in that mode to 'just tell the truth.' Sure it's the noble thing to do. It would save the other party pain, confusion ect. But if one person is getting what they need most at a certain point in life (sex, free meals, ect) what would their motivation to just tell the truth be? They risk not getting what they want. They are not in a relationship, they do not truly care about the other person. They are looking out for self.
I'm not saying I agree with this action. Heck, when I don't want to be in a relationship I am okay rolling solo. But I do understand what motivates other people.
I just made those most awesomest soup. That's my new thing. I like making soups.
12.08.2008
Stupid Shit
Without going into too many sordid details of the EX...he is driving me crazy. I get to work this morning. The Company I work for is rather large...so when you receive a package, it goes to the business service center (BSC). They contact you and tell you to pick it up. Well, this morning I saw two e-mails from the BSC. Subject line: Floral Arrangment Reminder.
You're thinking, "Geez, SunFresh...cut the brother some slack that's a beautiful flower arrangement." You know what...it sure is. I LOVE roses. They smell wonderful and are very pleasing to the eyes. But then you must realize that the following was attached to the arrangement:
I had to walk through the halls of my big company with that sorry ass I'm sorry balloon. WTF.
And no, what he did is not forgivable...at least not by me in the near-future. I can give grace and not hate him, and I honestly don't hate him. I just don't want him in my life. But my acceptance of his sorrow doesn't equate to...I'll give you one last chance to prove something to me, marry you and live happily ever after.
Because for me...there would be no happiness. I tried to fool myself once into thinking...welp SunFresh, you're feeling ripe towards marriage and don't like the dating scene, he's successful, attractive...a great Mona Lisa effect. Perfect from far away. But then you get in close to examine the reality and truths and find flaws. Unfortunately these flaws don't make our relationship a work of art...it's simply stupid shit.
Ladies and gentlemen...when it's done. Let it be done.
You're thinking, "Geez, SunFresh...cut the brother some slack that's a beautiful flower arrangement." You know what...it sure is. I LOVE roses. They smell wonderful and are very pleasing to the eyes. But then you must realize that the following was attached to the arrangement:
I had to walk through the halls of my big company with that sorry ass I'm sorry balloon. WTF.
And no, what he did is not forgivable...at least not by me in the near-future. I can give grace and not hate him, and I honestly don't hate him. I just don't want him in my life. But my acceptance of his sorrow doesn't equate to...I'll give you one last chance to prove something to me, marry you and live happily ever after.
Because for me...there would be no happiness. I tried to fool myself once into thinking...welp SunFresh, you're feeling ripe towards marriage and don't like the dating scene, he's successful, attractive...a great Mona Lisa effect. Perfect from far away. But then you get in close to examine the reality and truths and find flaws. Unfortunately these flaws don't make our relationship a work of art...it's simply stupid shit.
Ladies and gentlemen...when it's done. Let it be done.
12.07.2008
Tattoo idea
They say tattoos are addictive. My first and at this time only tattoo is a Sesa Wo Suban and it means Change or transform your character. The description is, "This symbol combines two separate adinkra symbols, the "Morning Star" which can mean a new start to the day, placed inside the wheel, representing rotation or independent movement."
In 2007 I initiated several changes. The infamous ex and I had the first break-up, I bought a new car and I got a new job. At the time, those changes were tremendous for me, a person who values consistency and continuity. The tattoo was a reminder to K.eep I.t M.oving (my other alias).
Welp - 2008 has been one helluva plane crash...but I'm alive, resilient and not completely broken. One thing I really embraced and realized this year is that I need to love myself better...via a deeper connection with God...and as a result I should be able to love others better. As much forgiveness and compassion that I reserve for others, I don't have nearly as much for myself. So anywho...they say only tattoo things that you want for life. I want a reminder of the power of love. Love of self. Love of God. Love of Others.
Enter "ODO NNYEW FIE KWAN" which means, "Love never loses its way home." That is such a powerful statement. Think of how many times that you've felt abandoned or hurt by love (or rather loved ones). The reality is that it's always with you...Love (GOD) resides within you. For me, my main obstacle to loving myself is that I'm way too critical of myself. I rarely take a step back and just say, "Wow You, that was pretty fucking awesome...that thing you did there." I know where I want to put it. It'd be no bigger than a quarter (or perhaps a silver dollar).
In 2007 I initiated several changes. The infamous ex and I had the first break-up, I bought a new car and I got a new job. At the time, those changes were tremendous for me, a person who values consistency and continuity. The tattoo was a reminder to K.eep I.t M.oving (my other alias).
Welp - 2008 has been one helluva plane crash...but I'm alive, resilient and not completely broken. One thing I really embraced and realized this year is that I need to love myself better...via a deeper connection with God...and as a result I should be able to love others better. As much forgiveness and compassion that I reserve for others, I don't have nearly as much for myself. So anywho...they say only tattoo things that you want for life. I want a reminder of the power of love. Love of self. Love of God. Love of Others.
Enter "ODO NNYEW FIE KWAN" which means, "Love never loses its way home." That is such a powerful statement. Think of how many times that you've felt abandoned or hurt by love (or rather loved ones). The reality is that it's always with you...Love (GOD) resides within you. For me, my main obstacle to loving myself is that I'm way too critical of myself. I rarely take a step back and just say, "Wow You, that was pretty fucking awesome...that thing you did there." I know where I want to put it. It'd be no bigger than a quarter (or perhaps a silver dollar).
Weekend In Review
Friday - Flew back to Atlanta from Houston. Ate too dayum much. Like seriously. To the point where I was just in pain. And I've got an out of wack digestive system and was out of town. You piece that together. It equals extreme discomfort. I was not even in control while eating...there was a serious disconnect between my brain and taste buds on my tongue. Taste buds won every single time. I've got all sorts of heartburn STILL.
At night I went to CaliSlim's birthday party and had a ball. Good people, good times. I don't go out as much as I used to, so it was fun to get a lil' dolled up and be amongst folks. Although being out reminds me how I'd prefer to be in a relationship than subject to the dating by numbers game. Dudes are can be so grimey. At least a handful of dudes.
Saturday - Despite a slight hangover, I drank a lot of water, took to Excedrin and got my @ss to the gym. I haven't forgiven myself yet for the gluttony of Houston, so I went to the gym. Oh yeah...the main reason I went to the gym was not to burn fat per se. There was a yoga class. I'd really like to start a yoga routine. To do a proper yoga routine is rather costly, so I'll stick with the elementary LA Fitness classes for a while more. After the yoga class I did 40 minutes of cardio. Felt good. Got my ipod shuffle and jammed out. Then I still wasn't feeling quite right and decided to attempt two day detox. Arden Garden (if you live in ATL - this is by far the best non-yogurt based smoothie place EVER). Anywho - they make this http://www.ardensgarden.com/cleansing.html, which is simply distilled water, grapefruit, orange and lemon flavored juice. That is all you can drink for 48 hours. You get 2 gallons and they suggest drinking 8 ounces an hour.
After Arden Garden, I headed to the mall. I realized that I had no energy in the mall. I have this outfit concept and I found the perfect sweater dress to work into my outfit vision. lol - sounds weird? I saw this outfit on a chic one day and came up with a variation or two and thought it'd be a good look on me. This recession is GREAT if you still have a job and are making decent money. I'm still on the hunt for the perfect work pants. I'm not quite a size 6 nor am I quite a size 4. I do not wear ass huggers to work and I can't find the right cut. I guess I should get stuff altered. I REFUSE to pay a bunch o' $ for some pants AND pay for altering, but since things are so heavily discounted, perhaps I can go out on a limb and get some pants and get them altered. *RANT - Express WTF do you get off charging $78 for unlined pants?* ATL folks - suggest a good alteration spot! I had more ambitious shopping goals for Saturday, but as I mentioned I had NO fuel left, so I had to take it to the house. I chilled out. Which is what I really needed.
I just counted how many times that I've been on a plane this year and the answer is at LEAST 30 times. And I have 2 trips, potentially 3 before the end of the year. I skipped out on the Company Holiday party. I was just feeling crappy. Plus, the gym ruined my hair. The top part was still straight, but then the part that was in a scrunchy was wet/curly. Not a good look.
Oh and HE called. Thought he was slick. Called my house phone. Only a handful of people have my house phone #. Not because I'm trying to be uber excluxive with it - I just don't use it. So if folks do have the house #, it's because my cell died or is lost and I gave out the house phone as an alternative. So he had that #. Only telemarketers call, so unless I specifically tell somebody to call, I don't answer. BUT I do answer in the middle of the night cuz it might be a family emergency. So it's 3 am phone rings and I instinctively pick up. WTF. Him: wimper wimper wimper Me: I'm going back to sleep. (Oh this is Friday to Saturday night)
Sunday - 7 amish - phone rings again. Between my house and cell it rings 6 times. Anywho. I can't quite go back to bed immediately, so I watch a lil' tv get online watch Obama on meet the press (what'd y'all think?). While lying down I decide, to hell with this detox! What I need is to be in better control what I put into my body and how much I put in. I wanted to take it easy with food this week, so I decided that I was going to cook a hearty veggie soup. And I wanted it as fresh as possible, so I went to Whole Foods Overpriced grocery store and got the ingredients for a delicious soup! I based it loosely off of a recipe that I found online; however, I made it FOR me by ME. Random it was: Green pepper, red onion, tomato, jalapeno, mushroom, cabbage, garlic, okra (yes okra) all mixed together in some chicken broth. It was honestly good. I didn't have to add much flavor to it. Actually I cut up the green pepper, tomato, jalapeno, garlic and onion first and put them in a bowl. I realized I had too much for the soup and scooped some into a seperate bowl. Can we say DELICIOUS salsa? Which I ate without chips.
Then I hooked up the Wii - Shame on me for not having hooked this up for well over a month. I played Wii Tennis and realized that I've got quite the potty mouth when playing. I mean who yells at a cute cartoon character tennis opponent named Patric and yells, "Suck It," while grabbing their crotch area? Oh yeah...I do. (and yes, I'm home alone).
I might go to a holiday party in Richmond next weekend.
I got an invite to go to Charlotte again with my cutie guy friend. Cutest white guy ever. I dunno. January is a busy month for work. He is so country tho! lol.
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At night I went to CaliSlim's birthday party and had a ball. Good people, good times. I don't go out as much as I used to, so it was fun to get a lil' dolled up and be amongst folks. Although being out reminds me how I'd prefer to be in a relationship than subject to the dating by numbers game. Dudes are can be so grimey. At least a handful of dudes.
Saturday - Despite a slight hangover, I drank a lot of water, took to Excedrin and got my @ss to the gym. I haven't forgiven myself yet for the gluttony of Houston, so I went to the gym. Oh yeah...the main reason I went to the gym was not to burn fat per se. There was a yoga class. I'd really like to start a yoga routine. To do a proper yoga routine is rather costly, so I'll stick with the elementary LA Fitness classes for a while more. After the yoga class I did 40 minutes of cardio. Felt good. Got my ipod shuffle and jammed out. Then I still wasn't feeling quite right and decided to attempt two day detox. Arden Garden (if you live in ATL - this is by far the best non-yogurt based smoothie place EVER). Anywho - they make this http://www.ardensgarden.com/cleansing.html, which is simply distilled water, grapefruit, orange and lemon flavored juice. That is all you can drink for 48 hours. You get 2 gallons and they suggest drinking 8 ounces an hour.
After Arden Garden, I headed to the mall. I realized that I had no energy in the mall. I have this outfit concept and I found the perfect sweater dress to work into my outfit vision. lol - sounds weird? I saw this outfit on a chic one day and came up with a variation or two and thought it'd be a good look on me. This recession is GREAT if you still have a job and are making decent money. I'm still on the hunt for the perfect work pants. I'm not quite a size 6 nor am I quite a size 4. I do not wear ass huggers to work and I can't find the right cut. I guess I should get stuff altered. I REFUSE to pay a bunch o' $ for some pants AND pay for altering, but since things are so heavily discounted, perhaps I can go out on a limb and get some pants and get them altered. *RANT - Express WTF do you get off charging $78 for unlined pants?* ATL folks - suggest a good alteration spot! I had more ambitious shopping goals for Saturday, but as I mentioned I had NO fuel left, so I had to take it to the house. I chilled out. Which is what I really needed.
I just counted how many times that I've been on a plane this year and the answer is at LEAST 30 times. And I have 2 trips, potentially 3 before the end of the year. I skipped out on the Company Holiday party. I was just feeling crappy. Plus, the gym ruined my hair. The top part was still straight, but then the part that was in a scrunchy was wet/curly. Not a good look.
Oh and HE called. Thought he was slick. Called my house phone. Only a handful of people have my house phone #. Not because I'm trying to be uber excluxive with it - I just don't use it. So if folks do have the house #, it's because my cell died or is lost and I gave out the house phone as an alternative. So he had that #. Only telemarketers call, so unless I specifically tell somebody to call, I don't answer. BUT I do answer in the middle of the night cuz it might be a family emergency. So it's 3 am phone rings and I instinctively pick up. WTF. Him: wimper wimper wimper Me: I'm going back to sleep. (Oh this is Friday to Saturday night)
Sunday - 7 amish - phone rings again. Between my house and cell it rings 6 times. Anywho. I can't quite go back to bed immediately, so I watch a lil' tv get online watch Obama on meet the press (what'd y'all think?). While lying down I decide, to hell with this detox! What I need is to be in better control what I put into my body and how much I put in. I wanted to take it easy with food this week, so I decided that I was going to cook a hearty veggie soup. And I wanted it as fresh as possible, so I went to Whole Foods
Then I hooked up the Wii - Shame on me for not having hooked this up for well over a month. I played Wii Tennis and realized that I've got quite the potty mouth when playing. I mean who yells at a cute cartoon character tennis opponent named Patric and yells, "Suck It," while grabbing their crotch area? Oh yeah...I do. (and yes, I'm home alone).
I might go to a holiday party in Richmond next weekend.
I got an invite to go to Charlotte again with my cutie guy friend. Cutest white guy ever. I dunno. January is a busy month for work. He is so country tho! lol.
If you want to smile & dance...click HERE.
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