That dumb broad Nicole Ritchie

I wanna jack slap her. Just on GP.

I had something akin to sympathy for Nicole Ritchie and her obvious issues with not enough weight. Imagine...a fat girl feeling badly for Nicole who doesn't eat enough.

She fugged that up when she was seen on Tyra saying that no one talks about fat people. No one points at fat people and jokes about them. That broad is off her rocker. She's probably made fun of a size 10 in her day. She probably made fun of JLo for having that famous rear of hers. She might have talked about Buffy the Body to her face if she saw all of that. Deelishus (sp?) on Flavor of Love, too.

But no one talks about fat people? Where has she been for the last four years? She must have forgotten what it was like in Paris Hilton's shadow (that she was casting) when she was a little chunkier just a while ago. What do you think made your dumb arse lose weight? Just for your health? Get outta here with that bullllllisht!

SEC Football is the best! Sum Grek Stuf, two

I'm watching one of my favorite games of the NCAA football season: the Tennessee Vols vs. those damn Florida Gators. I watch it every year, and it always delivers the drama, the excellent plays, the competition, and the awe that I always expect in this game. It's currently 4th Quarter with 2:52 left, and Florida is leading 21-20. The good thing is that you can't give up on Tennesse....but I have to take that back since Florida just intercepted a 4th & 10 pass! At least the Vols had the balls to give it a shot at this point in the game. I LOVE THIS GAME! There's been interceptions and bad judgement calls galore like the fool Gator that decided to run the punt...from the end zone and ended up getting tackled at the 10 or 12 yard line. The announcer said the same brilliant thing I said: He should have taken the knee. You and the fans think you're great, but you're not Superman. What were you thinking? Or were you thinking? You big dummy. *sigh*

I'm sure that none of my friends would believe that I'm really this deep into a game with two of Georgia's biggest rivals. I've finally come to the point in watching college football that I can actually appreciate schools other than Georgia. Yes, Georgia is the greatest school in the state, and we have a championship filled sports program. (Hate and the truth are the same; they hurt.) But the SEC is the best football conference. Period. I can't get into debates with hardcore fans about players, records, and coaches, but I know that we have a powerful conference that gives great entertainment and demands respect in the fall. It makes me proud when I see those SEC commercials. It's another tradition for Southerners to be damn proud of.

The irony? I've never attended a single Georgia game. Never....I want to. It's one of my goals on 43things.com. But I was a poor college student who worked in the student center on Game Day. Can you imagine working for and directing fans and alumni who are drunk at 8 AM? I promised that it's gone down like that. Especially trying to tell a 40 something year old former frat boy who returns to his frat boy identity, "Sir, you can't bring that beer into the Student Center." What about the returning sorority girl, "Ma'am, you cannot leave your children in front of our television. You must remain with your children." I can't make this up. It did not make me want to attend the game with those same people. I still love my Dawgs.

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That second part of the title is appropriate. Sororities are serious, especially down South, but it's STUPID to let things get too serious. If you get in, great. If you don't, maybe you'll get in through a grad chapter. If you get in or not, a sorority will not make or break your existence. It is fun, but you will not need to be committed to a mental health facility if you're not in a sorority during your undergrad years or ever. But to the girls I saw today....


Being the dutiful sorority woman that I am, I did some sorority business outside of the usual chapter meetings. I supported our undergraduate efforts by attending a Greek Forum for a local college (and there are several in metro Atlanta). At this particular institution, interested young ladies must attend the Greek Forum held only once per semester before they can begin the process of joining a sorority. The purpose is to give the young ladies basic information about the sororities as well as making the ladies aware of hazing, legalities, and membership requirements such as a minimum 3.0 GPA. It's a great idea, and I applaud the school for such a great program. The only issue is that it is taken sooo seriously by the Greeks and the interests. You would've thought we were at a funeral. I was just waiting for a coffin to roll on the stage. Even some of the Greeks put on their game faces. Quiet. Stiff. Somber. Not a smile on a face. Barely anyone whispered.

On one hand, I'm glad that the young ladies take Greekdom so seriously because this is a big life decision. We Greeks want to know that you take your pursuit seriously because having the privelege of wearing the letters is not the end of your journey. We want to know if you'll still be serious enough to work hard at being a productive member of the sorority if you're chosen just like you worked so hard to be accepted for membership. Even so, no one should be that doggone intimidated. The ladies didn't even want to smile when the keynote speaker, my beautiful legal eagle soRHOr who keeps it real, encouraged them to loosen up. Sad.

Now, I spoke to a homie tonight who is an alum of said institution, and she said that was standard procedures. You bet' not smile. Don't even look around too much. I'm so glad I went to Georgia. Greek Life wasn't perfect there, but it wasn't that doggone serious for an open forum. It was actually fun. Now, it might have been more uptight at a specific sorority event where you're putting your interest on the table, but it wasn't to today's level.

How serious was it for me? I drove back home after being in my beautiful royal blue suit and banging black heels for over 6 hours. On the way home, I made a decision from the left lane to slow down so I could ease my Honda into the gas station so I could go to the package store to pick up the TGIFriday's White Russian. I wanted a drink after that event, plus I was gonna enjoy my college football. I removed my sorority pin and put my keys (on the sorority lanyard) away as I sashayed and twisted all of my hips into that store. Yes, I knew I was tight for the day, but I couldn't enter da licka sto' in my letters! I got my stuff, got home, stripped quickly out of the suit and enjoyed LSU vs. Auburn.


BTW, I'm losing weight! I'm gonna be so fine in September '07! I already know what's gonna happen, too. I'm gonna attract more men as I lose more weight. And not just random dudes. The ones that I really like. But I can already see a couple of convos going like:

Moi: "Where do you work out?"

Likable: "LA Fitness."

My face will light up: "Really? Me, too! Which location?"

Now, if'n Likable says, "Camp Creek" or "Akers Mill/Cumberland," then I'll have to say, "Really? Well, it was nice meeting you."

Former Likable who is slightly puzzled: "Is that a problem?"

Moi with a cool demeanor: "Yes, because you didn't talk to me when I was a fat girl trying to get healthy at Camp Creek or Akers Mill. You were probably chasing snow bunnies at Akers Mill. Now, you want to reap the rewards when you could've met me at the gym while I was on the Leg Press or lifting free weights. Negative on that, Captain."

I know that'll always be an issue for me. Would you have dated me when I was "pretty for a big girl"? (That's a dumb comment, not a compliment.) For now, I'm investing in moi by working out and eating better. Cottage cheese and green tea. Yeah...yummy, but an investment.

I got comments!

It's a doggone shame, but I just found some comments that were left for me. I had no idea that folks I don't know were reading my words. How exciting!

Thanks for the support on those comments...from 3 months ago. (I am so ashamed....)

See, this could motivate a sista to get very serious on writing the stories and possible novels that are under the fro. Even if the comments were short, I'm glad that I moved someone just a small inkling to have some response or connection to my words. Yay for ME!

Maybe I'm lame for this, and I'll apply some of Redman's favorite words to this situation just like any other: "I'll bee dat."

Next on the menu: learn how to get pictures all up in the middle of my posts.

Go 2 hell! How's that 4 a text?

I'm trying to be dedicated to my working out. I slipped up on Sunday and Monday by not working out and/or eating some trash. I decided to bounce back and make sure I work out each day and eat better. So, I did my time at the gym on Tuesday night, even after I had to visit Target and buy black socks to go with my black pants. I just can't stand white socks with black pants! I did my time well because I warmed up for 10 minutes on the treadmill, completed 50 minutes on the elliptical (including the 5 minute cooldown), cranked out some crunches and ab exercises, and loved every minute of the lower body weight training. (I'm gonna be sooo fine in September '07 for my best friend's wedding!)

The cell phone stayed in the car. I left it on in case someone thought enough of me to place a phone call. I could see who called or sent messages. One of my close friends sent me two messages about some deranged chick yelling in a cell phone conversation about a pregnant friend with Herpes...while riding the MARTA train. Good job....

Lo and behold, I see another phone number that looks familiar. I think to myself that it cannot be who I think it is because I ignored his earlier text messages and e-mails to me. Maybe it was a telemarketer that I would cuss out if they called again. But the telemarketer theory can't work because the message was sent around 9:30 pm. Damn....

The guy that abandoned me over Memorial Day weekend sent me a text message: "I really miss talking with you. If you could, please give a call or a text. Either way, take care of yourself."

You ever heard of something being "white hot"? Now, that was me. Not just furious. More along the lines of incensed, infuriated, off the wall, and pretty much pissed the f**k off. Where does he get off still contacting me after months of solitude? How could he miss talking to someone who sent countless text messages and e-mails and made several phone calls? I can't believe I'm admitting it, but I even tried to pop up at his house to confront him. He lives in the boonies of an Atlanta suburb; he's closer to Alabama than Atlanta. I drove out there hoping to rely on my memory, but I realized I missed getting there by one street off. I left two messages, and I never got a response from him. Nothing at all.

I intended to tell him nothing at all because that's what I did for his previous messages. I was so pissed that I had no choice but to text him back: "Go 2 hell! How's that 4 a text?" I was gonna leave it alone and keep it moving because that's what he did.

I've been on a dating hiatus for quite some time now, and I realized that it felt good to be alone. I have my Slumber Parties business that I need to take more seriously; my eating and exercise habits are becoming more focused as I try to become healthier and trimmer; and I have to find a roommate and a place to live by the end of the year. Do I need a man around? Not at all. I like male companionship, but it's nothing critical at this point.

Funny. My curiosity got the best of me, and I wanted to know where his mind was when he decided to bail on me. The worst thing was he bailed exactly one day after I chose to call him over anyone else and share that my dear cousin, DeWayne, had passed. I hadn't been touched like that in a long while, but I knew that he was someone I could count on when I needed the support. When he disappeared, I assumed he was taking a break for a couple of days or maybe a week. He does that when he needs space, and I wouldn't spazz out over that. When it reached two weeks, that's when things changed, but he was like a blown light bulb: OUT.

**This is a long post! Take a break. Get some water, coffee, or some popcorn. Get some air. Isn't this pre-fall weather wonderful?**

To make a long story short, I blew up at him when we eventually talked. I let him apologize several times. I also let him feel funny when I informed him that he had a funny way of showing someone that he missed them when he was incognegro for months. Major synopsis: I was a major bitch.

Did my bitchiness resolve things? No. Now, the words that I chose later helped a lot. He could completely understand where I was coming from because how would you feel if someone wanted to prove they were trustworthy once they broke the trust that they had previously earned? There was no understanding why he bounced.

And why do men do that crap anyway??? If you are having difficulties, you want some time alone, or you just don't want to be bothered with that one chick in particular ever again, just man up and say so. I've said that before, and I still mean it. I live by a few rules, and one of my favorite ones is Say what you mean, and mean what you say. How hard is that crap?

I don't know what to do with him in the meantime. We've talked since Tuesday, and we had some REAL TALK on Wednesday night. Some realities had to be faced. If someone reminds me, I'll speak on them. I don't know if he really should have the chance to be my friend or if he should just be gone. I really don't know. I know a lot of things that he told me, and I understand a lot better now. It still ticks me off.

Now, rest your eyes or post a comment.

They Say Be Careful What You Ask For

I said I wanted an easier job without 100+ students on my nerves and their parents that swear that they could no wrong in a classroom setting. I have no administrators, test scores, failure rates, or spiral curled stick up the arse department heads to contend with. This new job is pretty sweet for the decent pay I'm getting.

But I'm bored as all get out today! I'm trying not to fall asleep, but there's not much to do on a Wednesday! To top it off, the nice people let us go to lunch FOR AN HOUR whenever we get good and doggone ready. This is so unlike other customer service jobs I've had. (More on that later.) I had a nice salad from the ultra-convenient Publix that's about 1 mile away. It's such a nice location in The Vinings - which from the native Atlantan point of view is still Smyrna. Who are these transplants trying to fool??? Anywho, the salad was splendid! Crab meat, sweet peas, some special ham with a black outside (scared me but it was delicious), cucumbers and tomatoes in their own special salad, and red onions all on a bed of Romaine lettuce with Parmesean Cheese. Sorry, no croutons because I'm getting a little more seroius about my weight loss efforts. Absolutely splendid salad! Why did a sista catch The Itis? I had to go make some tea to try to wake up.

Now, I'm doing better thanks to this blog. While I'm complaining in this blog, I have to consider again that this customer service job for a web-based rental ads company is still excellent compared to other crap I had to endure. At my first okay job out of college, I was a customer service rep for a complaint line. Folks were always calling because they didn't enough napkins or they were missing ketchup. It was a straight bullisht job, but I made some cool friends there that I'm still in touch with today. I don't miss that building for nothing because there was politics at a bullisht job, and the whole place was ran by unprofessional people who wanted to be really corporate but couldn't be even if they found a corporate figurehead getup in a costume store. I don't miss that environment at all.

The other uffed up environment was at another company that tried to be corporate but had more folks (mostly one black chick) on power trips. Don't you hate folks like that? Just because you have a title does not mean you can treat people anywhichway you feel. Just because you're not getting loving like you want it does not mean you have permission to talk down to me. Not that it happened to me, but the group I worked with was united in the beginning, and we had to call for a meeting with our Customer Service Manager. But certain behaviors began to come to light, especially with my supervisor claiming her "favorites" (pronounce fay-vo-right). I don't care if you have a favorite or not, but don't come to me claiming I'm a favorite one time after you said it to one particular person 20 times. I don't deal well with fraudulent individuals. If you can't be real about your personal preferences, then I can't trust you to be real on a professional level when I need your support or your assistance with my benefits.

That's what I had to face. My current job is super sweet. I'm still blogging right this second about whatever comes to mind. I'm by myself from 6-8pm just in case someone needs help or makes a phone call; it's pretty dead around that time. Even my supervisor doesn't have major issues! She's actually a cool chick who dresses "goth chic" with her studded black leather wrist cuffs, cute black jackets and boots, and her short cute hairstyle with a fuschia streak! Really easygoing. She's a mixture of different ethnicities including Spaniard...but not African-American. She's my first European boss, and I'm digging it. She keeps my drama to a minimum because there really isn't drama. I love it.

But I won't stay with this for the next 5-10 years, and she knows that's not what any of us want. I really need to use this time to focus on weight loss as well as my career aspirations to become a writer and a truck driver. I'm trying to be focused on everything...if I don't fall asleep first.

one more thing

I know at least one person that reads my blog, so she'll be surprised to learn that my new "friend" is 50 years old! He doesn't look or act 50, but he's still mature, so I'm not worried about the age gap. I'm more entertained or amazed at the age gap, but it's not creating a problem between two cool people that enjoy spending time together. I love it when he talks mad shit when we play dominoes! He usually backs up his shit talking better than I do. LOL

It's Labor Day Weekend....oh no!

The end of summer is around the corner. It hurts my feelings because summer is my favorite season, but I'm sick of the heat and humidity in Georgia, so I guess this works. Meanwhile, September in Georgia usually is affected by the hurricane season. It's cooling off! I can wear an afro without it shrinking up immediately! I can even step outside and delay my perspiration for about 15 minutes. At least I don't have to run the air.

So, I have to make things brief in the middle of this "Noah's Arc" marathon. I didn't go out on a Friday night, and I'm kinda cool with it. If I had gone to work out earlier, I could've gone out and did something. But it's gravy. I just worked my ass off at LA Fitness, guzzled a lot of agua, and treated myself to some sushi. I can't afford to buy sushi every single day. I know I can't look rich.

I do have a new job, and it's kinda handy and dandy for right now. It's a temp position with an Internet based company, but it's the easiest, most laid back customer service gig I've ever had. I'm digging it, and I can't wait until my 3 months of temping are up so I can be hired by the company. Life is pretty cool right now. I just have to figure out how to eat better and work out consistently all at the same time. I had a love affair with Mrs. Winner's SUPER Cinnamon Swirl and steak biscuits this week. That's why I had to work out so hard! I've enjoyed eating the foods that I live, especially because none of this was emotional eating. I just wanted the Swirls! I may have to pray that I don't succumb to temptation tomorrow.

I'm inspired to write bigger and better blogs now. I can't confirm if I'll be blogging every single day or week, but I am definitely inspired. I found some cool blogs tonight by starting at my soror's blog, http://gradschoolsucks.blogspot.com. Who knows what could come of my blogging? A writing career? Less frustration? It sho as hell betta not be some kids.

Back to Noah's Arc. I love that show!