Alice Q. Foodie

Alice Q. Foodie

new found appreciation

I'm proud to say that I've stuck to several goals over the past few weeks. Everyone needs accomplishments to be proud of, no matter how big or small, so I'm celebrating. I've been working out since May 1, and I went tonight to work out on machines after missing one of my fave classes. I'm getting on my way to having the great health and body that I want! Totino's party pizzas haven't made it into my fridge since May 21, and I really think that has made a small difference. I can easily eat one in one sitting, and they're over 700 calories a pop! I'm doing pretty well, and I'm trying to be positive about these different strides in my life.

I'm also doing pretty decent trying to start up my home business as an independent contractor for Slumber Parties. Sex has always been an easy topic for me to talk about, anytime and anywhere. I'm looking forward to helping other women improve their sex lives with our products. Honestly, you know I'm looking forward to getting paid, too. LOL The 9-5, 10-6, etc. grind is not something I want to stay involved in, and this is a business I can honestly see myself succeeding in. I don't care about others' opinions of my ambitions; I gotta do me.

Of course I have to mention a man in here somewhere. My friend, "Ced", is great! I had no idea that I would feel so strongly about him because he used to bore me so badly. I actually fell asleep as he was talking during our first face-to-face meeting. I was kinda tired that day, but he was kinda boring me, too. We hung out last Friday, and I really enjoyed him, his sense of humor, his style (how many folks are blasting Les Nubians on a Friday night, for real? Ced is!), and more. He has a beautiful voice that makes me melt. Now. I like the way he calls me "gnarly". LOL Everyone can't handle that, but I think it's cute. When we talked tonight, he made me giggle like a schoolgirl. I can't believe that I want to kiss all over him, but we've done nothing more than hug. I love that! I'm looking forward to seeing where things go with Ced.

I really was aiming for a short entry.

It's the weekend, and it's on!!!

Great weekend so far! I went to Piedmont Park's "Screen on the Green" with thousands of other Atlantans on Thursday night. We saw "Ferris Bueler's Day Off" for the free free! It was my first time seeing it in its entirety. How is it possible that one kid could do so much? How many of you know a Ferris? Trust me that they exist. There are plenty of students that can charm their teachers and the student body. I know I could see myself sending flowers to "Tre" if we learned he was "sick". He could possibly corrupt the student body, too. LOL Anyway, the event was something new and different to do, and I had a good time with my friends, Meredith, Jan, and Hal, Jan's new husband. We laughed, talked, and just had a good night. Imagine that: a black woman kicking it with her white friends and it doesn't matter to anyone. I hate having to take it there because if you're cool with me, then your race/ethnic group is almost invisible to me. So...I wasn't really kicking it with my white friends; I was kicking it with my peoples!

Friday nite: I kicked it with a new friend. He was boring to me at first, but he's starting to open up somewhat. We went to Caribou Coffee where he was smart and had Mango Tea but I had the cold press coffee with mint and cream. Wanna know how truly brilliant I was at 11 pm??? I had a second helping (thanks for the freebie Caribou Worker...I can't put her name out there!). So, I'm still awake at 4:34 am when I'm supposed to be waking up to work out at 9 am with water aerobics. Sheer brilliance to have that much caffeine that late! Anyway, we talked and laughed and just enjoyed each other. We also went to Atlantic Station and hung out in front of Strip restaurant. Well, we sat on a bench in the "courtyard" under Strip's patio. It's obviously one of many places to see and be seen on a Friday night. The DJ was pretty good, but I'm not one of those chicks who's concerned with making sure I'm seen in the right places. So, it was irritating to see people making sure they were seen. Bless their hearts. One lady who walked by assessed Strip just right: "That ain't Strip Restaurant; that's Club Strip." She wasn't lying. LOL

I don't know what can happen between me and the friend, but he's decent. He didn't try me one time meaning he never touched me in anyway, and he didn't even suggest anything intimate, not even a kiss or hand-holding. Thank Gawd! We talked about that after he arrived home because I had to tell him about a dumbass neighbor. It's 1:41 am, and this fool actually approaches me to tell me that he's seen me around the area and can tell that I'm about business because I don't associate with too many folks around here (including himself) and I stay out of the drama. (You daaaamn right , I do!) He asked me out, but I don't know him from Adam. Beyond that, dude does not have a car because he walked by my parking space. He was nice, but he fucked up when he mentioned that I "deserve HEAD every day of the week". What the hell does a chick you don't know do to assure you that I'm worthy of oral sex every day? Why did this dum dum offer some HEAD to me? Why did I promptly have to tell him to go home? Why did he take it further and knocked on my door after he watched me (and my booty) enter the apt? I had to yell at him, "GO HOME!" I don't have time for trifling men, especially one that spits all in front of me and reeks of alcohol. Beyond unappealing.

What happened to men not trying a sista by mentioning sex in the first 5 minutes? I'm not falling for that isht! I'm nearing 30, and I'm a little bit wiser. That's not even doable in the least. Dumb asses! It's not an age or social status issue because a 47 year old did it last weekend. He licked the hell out of my ear, and that did...not a damn thang for me!

I've made some errors in judgement in my 20s, but I'm done with that shit. I have some guidelines I need to go by, and I'm gaining more knowledge from a good book called "Why Men Love Bitches" by Sherry Argov. It's got some good stuff in it, and it's real talk. I have two decent prospects to contend with, and this book will help.

I'm looking forward to seeing my soRHOrs at the annual Greek Picnic on Saturday! I may hit the afterparty at Mick's, but I'm not banking on it. Either way, we're gonna hold it down this weekend. Shout out to the NPHC Greeks. I got love for others, too, but I love my Divine Nine Greeks.

Be blessed folks!

Album II by Kem

Tonight was some straight bullshit! Well, it wasn't too bad with my lovely sorors. I always have fun when I'm hanging with those crazy, loud ladies. They invited me to a fight party thrown by a cute (but short) Omega. How ironic that I'm using purple; that usually never happens. The Ques were hospitable and fun, and they enjoyed the sorors! They even had some "Mating Oil" or Passion or whatever they called that grape lemonade concoction. Trust that it was not just grape-ade because the alcohol was there. It was all gravy between da Ques and the Rhos. (I hate being called a Rho, but I let 'em have it for the night.)

The bullshit started with these two older men. One was cool. We flirted from the start, and there seemed to be something drawing us to one another. Then, I met another one who was significantly older but didn't look it. Why was he so freaking direct about wanting to get some??? I'll give him credit that when I asked him if he was always so fresh with the ladies, he confidently answered, "Of course." At least he didn't claim some mess like, "No way! You're the only woman who has ever made that side of me show. I've never been so direct with anyone." Well, I talked to him for about 15 minutes, and I had to inform him that I have self-respect which should have been a clue that I wouldn't let him hit it and quit it. Not having that bull. Why did we go back in the apartment, and this older fool (damn near 50) actually slipped into a dark hallway like I was 15 and gonna let him grope all over me...at a party...with other Greeks??? Whether there were Greeks or not, I respect myself too much to put myself in such a dumb situation. I let him slip back into the party, but I didn't talk to him after that. Why did he hit on my soror standing next to me and about 5 other women before I left?

The other guy wasn't too bad. At least he wasn't trying to get in my pants immediately. At least he didn't throw around all kinds of X-rated (NC-17 for those that aren't familiar with X-ratings) for my body and what he wanted to do. I took his number, but we'll see where things go.

Dudes be on some straight bullshit in the A, and I wish I knew why. The sad thing is I know there are some good guys out there, but they avoid me like the plague. Maybe I do have a flashing sign that says "EASY" somewhere over my head. I just know that I have too much respect for myself to just give it up. I want a real future with someone, and I won't get it by putting my feelings out there or forgoing feelings in the interest of having sex. I think I'm going to stop trying to figure this out, but I'm going to keep all of this bullshit in mind as I continue to attempt to date.

Meanwhile, I titled this "Album II". This is the CD that I thought I'd never listen to again thanks to the guy that I really wanted. I decided to reclaim that CD tonight. As much as I cared about Michael, I care more about myself. I want my sanity still intact, and the situation with him does not deserve to take away a great CD because he couldn't handle the idea of committing. It's not as bad as I thought because I'm already on Track 6 out of the 11 tracks. Well, I skipped track 3 because I don't like it, and there's probably one more uptempo track that I won't tolerate. I have another CD to reclaim after this one.

In the meantime, I still have to go to bed so I can wake up, work out, and do other stuff. I'm going to have a great week because I've been working out. I even walked for about 20 minutes today, and the walking included 2:45 of jogging. I'm making some things happen! Two a days will be great.

What song would describe your love life right now?

Mary J. Blige's "Enough Cryin" is part of my story. I can't relate to every single word, but I know that chorus is for me.

"Don't wanna Play house No more So dumb To think You gon' Marry me I got to be out My mind To
think I Need someone To carry me I've done enough Cryin', cryin', cryin' (Cryin', cryin', cryin') It's
time to say Bye, bye, bye It's time I Do something For me"

I keep dealing with these dummies, idiots, vile fools that do absolutely nothing for me except create heartache. I thought I was doing the right thing by being direct with my feelings, but that did nothing for me with the one I wanted or the one I thought that wanted me. Even the one that I thought wanted me disappeared for unknown reasons, and his name did not appear in the obituaries. (Yes, I took it there.) It's mindboggling, but I've decided to let all of these men just drift off, float away, or just die. I almost don't care what happens to them because I've done enough cryin', worryin', overanalyzin', attemptin' to ignore the circumstances, and lookin' for someone new. It does nothing for me. So fuck 'em. Fuck all of 'em.

Now, this doesn't mean that I wish ill on them. I just can't deal with them. I'm sure at least one guy out of all of them will try to return, call, whatever, and I'll soberly tell them to go away. None of the men who aren't related to me cannot be trusted or relied upon, so I don't want them to come back, even the one that I so dearly wanted. I'd love to say all men are jerks, ree-ree's, and whatever else I can come up with to characterize the drama they take women though, but that would make me sexist. One of my best friends is a lesbian, and one woman in particular has taken her through the ringer, too. So, be assured that I shall not be crossing over to the other side. There's no benefit in it, even if I was remotely attracted to the opposite sex. I might as well deal with the bullshit that I'm getting from the species that I can't live without. Well, I can for a while....

Life is too short, so I'm redirecting my mindset back to God. He's always there on time, no matter the circumstances, so I know I need to turn to The Word and doing what God needs me to do for Him...or maybe even for me.

Meanwhile, I still miss my cousin so much. The funeral was packed as I expected with friends and family from near and far. It was a lovely service that served as a wonderful testament to who DeWayne was. Just a beautiful human that I was blessed to know and love. I think about him a lot. I feel badly because I don't think of my older brother as much as I think of DeWayne. I loved my brother, but DeWayne and I had a lot of things in common, and hI got closer to him than I did to my brother. I hope that DeWayne's friends and family are still cherishing memories and using his life for some sort of inspiration. If someone was inspired to make those t-shirts with DeWayne's picture (they wore them to the funeral! Glad they're not my blood relation...yes, I'm bougie; so what?), then they should be inspired to do bigger and better things in some or all aspects of this life.

I'll be at LA Fitness the rest of this week, so I know I've been inspired.