After much deliberation and discussion (thanks Steve, Ryan, Larse, and Mercy), I decided to name her Sprout. So, when you get a chance, please take a couple of moments out to welcome Sprout Davis into the fold.
Also, I would like to send a special shout out to Sprout's first cousin (on her Mama's side): Pinkie. Pinkie is the daughter of my sister Krissi: one of my bestest friends ever, and my all-time favorite Bride to be. A gift from her soon to be hubby Jay.
Go Sprout...its ya birthday!
Hehehe.
xoxox
6.24.2005
The Love is like Whoa
Good morning.
I cant believe that I am up and functioning...wait. No. I am UNABLE TO SLEEP! What the hell is that about? Lets all guess who is not going to be a happy camper tomorrow (or rather, later on today).
Part of the problem of having house guests is that they generally interrupt your schedule, and I believe I was generally prepared for that. As a caveat, I have stopped having weeknight sleep-overs if I can help it. I seem to turn into a super bitch when I am either sleep deprived or sleepy. And super bitch is really anoying. Anyway, what I wasnt prepared for the "10 mins" that was asked of me, leaving me un-orgasmed and basically wide awake. Not only was I concerned about the emotional implications (so I turned them off, which fail-safed into the attitude), I was worried about being heard. Yes, I have 3 progressive black men in my house right now. Three I love quite dearly. However, part of living by yourself is to not have to worry about that kind of stuff...Hmph!
Moreso, I was concerned that he believed that he still "had it like that." Where did our signals get crossed. True enough, I didnt mind at all, but where in this proof was it a given? Yes, maybe 3 years ago...but maybe not. I really dont know and that isnt the point right now. All I know is that I am left saying "Whoa."
Now, Mya said the love was like "Wo" which I assumed was a positive. I wont knock it being positive tonight (no WEB, but you make do...) and it definitely wasnt a Tampa moment either. It was like like "Whoa." Probably more like "Whoa, is this what it would be like to do you regularly?" or "Whoa, I dont remember it being like this" or even better (lol) "Whoa, I see why we stopped doing this" and "Whoa, I have gotten so much better since the last time..now I know how these things are supposed to go."
Hehehe.
Now, if only I could manage to get back to sleep. Im going to read Quant in the meantime.
xoxox
I cant believe that I am up and functioning...wait. No. I am UNABLE TO SLEEP! What the hell is that about? Lets all guess who is not going to be a happy camper tomorrow (or rather, later on today).
Part of the problem of having house guests is that they generally interrupt your schedule, and I believe I was generally prepared for that. As a caveat, I have stopped having weeknight sleep-overs if I can help it. I seem to turn into a super bitch when I am either sleep deprived or sleepy. And super bitch is really anoying. Anyway, what I wasnt prepared for the "10 mins" that was asked of me, leaving me un-orgasmed and basically wide awake. Not only was I concerned about the emotional implications (so I turned them off, which fail-safed into the attitude), I was worried about being heard. Yes, I have 3 progressive black men in my house right now. Three I love quite dearly. However, part of living by yourself is to not have to worry about that kind of stuff...Hmph!
Moreso, I was concerned that he believed that he still "had it like that." Where did our signals get crossed. True enough, I didnt mind at all, but where in this proof was it a given? Yes, maybe 3 years ago...but maybe not. I really dont know and that isnt the point right now. All I know is that I am left saying "Whoa."
Now, Mya said the love was like "Wo" which I assumed was a positive. I wont knock it being positive tonight (no WEB, but you make do...) and it definitely wasnt a Tampa moment either. It was like like "Whoa." Probably more like "Whoa, is this what it would be like to do you regularly?" or "Whoa, I dont remember it being like this" or even better (lol) "Whoa, I see why we stopped doing this" and "Whoa, I have gotten so much better since the last time..now I know how these things are supposed to go."
Hehehe.
Now, if only I could manage to get back to sleep. Im going to read Quant in the meantime.
xoxox
6.22.2005
I am so proud :)
Today I became the parent of an adorable green ipod mini. I think I'll name her Sprout. Or maybe Zest. I better think on that a bit...especially since she doesnt have any music on her yet (I had to leave for school).
I'll keep you posted
xoxox
I'll keep you posted
xoxox
6.20.2005
Why Do People Get Married
Not too long ago as I was walking down the lovely hill that separates the huge parking deck I park Ashleigh in and my home away from home the Psychology Building, it occured to me that I really didn't know why people got married.
However, this is based on the primary assumption that the two people are in love (with each other), and the secondary assumptions that they are in a loving equally yoked relationship, they know and appreciate each other, and they can afford (yes, I mean the dinero) to do so. However, those other reasons dont hold a candle to "two people are in love" and I mean really in love. Not that stuff you see on TV, or God forbid the celebrities, but that in your face, cant live without you, unconditional madness that sweeps you up and off your feet and makes you say to yourself "What did I ever do without you?."
I think I can safely say that this is the optimal situation to be proposed to, engaged to, and be married in.
But what about those people who get married for reasons other than those mentioned above. Like: "We didnt want to live in sin" yet, they were already sleeping together and co-habitating (last time I checked, God advised against those right?). Or another of my favorites: "We want to try and make it work for the baby." Yeah right. Does this sound like a good plan to you? It makes me giggle. And there are countless other reasons. But my point here is, what is it that says "Lets get married" or "Lets wait awhile."
This brings me to my current non-married status. No, Im not getting married anytime soon (I dont think), but I am not opposed to the idea. Granted, I am not in the financial situation I would love to be in prior to getting married, nor am I out of graduate school (and won't be for a good minute). And then there is mom, who (kinda) lovingly criticizes a certain cousin of mine for getting married (they used our "lovely living in sin" rationale), saying that "she didnt have to get married when she did." Which I'm sure is true. But she did, and now she will probably be getting divorced. Does it matter that a majority of the time she was hoping that her husband would change to be more like the man she would have loved to marry but didnt? Does it matter that she eventually started cheating on him? Oh, and does it matter that she got married and was married for a good month or so before she told her family?
I don't know.
And I dont have an answer really. Do I even have a question?
Ahh yes! Why do people get married?
I guess I am afraid of getting married for one of those wrong reasons. A la "this is the right man for me" or "this is who [insert some random other person here] would love for me to be with."
I am afraid of landing in one of those unfulfilling marriages that so many women I know have landed themselves in. Im afraid of questioning my choice years down the line. I dont want to be a statistic.
I want to get married for love.
xoxox
However, this is based on the primary assumption that the two people are in love (with each other), and the secondary assumptions that they are in a loving equally yoked relationship, they know and appreciate each other, and they can afford (yes, I mean the dinero) to do so. However, those other reasons dont hold a candle to "two people are in love" and I mean really in love. Not that stuff you see on TV, or God forbid the celebrities, but that in your face, cant live without you, unconditional madness that sweeps you up and off your feet and makes you say to yourself "What did I ever do without you?."
I think I can safely say that this is the optimal situation to be proposed to, engaged to, and be married in.
But what about those people who get married for reasons other than those mentioned above. Like: "We didnt want to live in sin" yet, they were already sleeping together and co-habitating (last time I checked, God advised against those right?). Or another of my favorites: "We want to try and make it work for the baby." Yeah right. Does this sound like a good plan to you? It makes me giggle. And there are countless other reasons. But my point here is, what is it that says "Lets get married" or "Lets wait awhile."
This brings me to my current non-married status. No, Im not getting married anytime soon (I dont think), but I am not opposed to the idea. Granted, I am not in the financial situation I would love to be in prior to getting married, nor am I out of graduate school (and won't be for a good minute). And then there is mom, who (kinda) lovingly criticizes a certain cousin of mine for getting married (they used our "lovely living in sin" rationale), saying that "she didnt have to get married when she did." Which I'm sure is true. But she did, and now she will probably be getting divorced. Does it matter that a majority of the time she was hoping that her husband would change to be more like the man she would have loved to marry but didnt? Does it matter that she eventually started cheating on him? Oh, and does it matter that she got married and was married for a good month or so before she told her family?
I don't know.
And I dont have an answer really. Do I even have a question?
Ahh yes! Why do people get married?
I guess I am afraid of getting married for one of those wrong reasons. A la "this is the right man for me" or "this is who [insert some random other person here] would love for me to be with."
I am afraid of landing in one of those unfulfilling marriages that so many women I know have landed themselves in. Im afraid of questioning my choice years down the line. I dont want to be a statistic.
I want to get married for love.
xoxox
6.19.2005
Happy Sunday!
Sooo I almost forgot it was Father's Day.
I have been trying to remind myself every day this week that Father's Day was approaching. But for what? Its not like this is a holiday I particularly celebrate. In fact, its been historically so uneventful that I cant even tell you what I did last year on it. I wanna say that mom made Granddaddy a pie or something, and we took it down there. But come to think of it, Im not sure that happened either...maybe that was the year before.
But anyways, Im sititing here importing music, trying to at least not be a Scrooge about the day- because frankly, its just another day for me. Yes, I wholeheartly support the institution of Fatherhood, and yes, someyears, I even tell Mommy "Happy Fathers Day!" for kicks, but when it comes to the actual celebrating of my own sperm donor, I um... (how else can I say this) tend to forget its Father's Day.
For those of you out there who do celebrate, enjoy the day. Dads, you deserve it, because I can imagine that Fatherhood is very similar to Motherhood...and you cant put the babies back once they get here (lol).
...and for the rest of us: Happy Sunday!
xoxox
I have been trying to remind myself every day this week that Father's Day was approaching. But for what? Its not like this is a holiday I particularly celebrate. In fact, its been historically so uneventful that I cant even tell you what I did last year on it. I wanna say that mom made Granddaddy a pie or something, and we took it down there. But come to think of it, Im not sure that happened either...maybe that was the year before.
But anyways, Im sititing here importing music, trying to at least not be a Scrooge about the day- because frankly, its just another day for me. Yes, I wholeheartly support the institution of Fatherhood, and yes, someyears, I even tell Mommy "Happy Fathers Day!" for kicks, but when it comes to the actual celebrating of my own sperm donor, I um... (how else can I say this) tend to forget its Father's Day.
For those of you out there who do celebrate, enjoy the day. Dads, you deserve it, because I can imagine that Fatherhood is very similar to Motherhood...and you cant put the babies back once they get here (lol).
...and for the rest of us: Happy Sunday!
xoxox
6.18.2005
Full of Shit
Alot of times, we are all full of shit.
And yes, I mean that both literally and figuratively.
But treading the more figurative path, this is a great opportunity to ask yourself "How full of shit am I?"
Have you met or exceeded your shit quota for the week...the month...the year? I have.
Now by shitty, I mean us carrying around our true feelings/intentions/desires for them only to be held down by our feelings/intentions/desires for others. And our related ones for how we want others to percieve us. This could stem from us wanting everyone to like us, or to keep controversy to a minimum, or my favorite "I dont want to hurt their feelings." And while we are managing to shield whomever from whatever emotional wrath we have for them, we are left holding in all the shit we should be releasing...our (emotional) shit. And where does all this holding leave us? Generally in a not-so-nice place.
Did you ever wonder why it feels so great to get things off your chest? LOL.
And it wasnt until today that I realized that it isnt just me, but others around me. Take for instance the cornerstone of my buddy list that I havent quite forgiven yet for an crime that essentially has served as the spark that has ignited an entire powder keg of drama/emotions that have gone unattended for some time now. I havent immed her and she hasnt really immed me. And from the outside looking in, yeah, it was pretty messed up, but it was so much more than that. Even just the events that transpired (or didnt) for the 3.5 weeks that I was in the greater palm beaches speak volumes about the status or rather the changes that have happened over the course of I dont even know how long.
I'd safely assume the last calendar year.
Not only is the situation shitty, but our apparent inability to address it makes us both shit perpetrators. And as I sit here and write this, I realize that acknowledging it is the first of many steps, but the only one Im willing to make right now. Which infact seems to be testing the theory "let sleeping babies lie" or something like that to the effect of if you dont address it, it will go away.
I dont really think that happens....I think it just gets heavier and stinkier, and harder to get rid of. Okay okay okay. So Im really enjoying my poop analogy.
However, things do get harder when you wait it out. More to explain, or piss them off by not explaining, and more to potentially feel some semblance of guilt about because in this instance, you both held on for so long. In my experience, sometimes things merely get brushed over for the greater good of the relationship. Some age old issues, things that were once the center of the gossip column, get brushed under the carpet...glossed over, and seemingly forgotten.
Sidenote: Some matters of the heart are also a little shitty, but thats for another time.
But I do have a point here (somewhere). Ask yourself: How full of shit are you? And when are you going to expell this shit? Do you need an emotional laxative (lol...I know, that was nasty)?
I (think) am taking steps to be less shitty. And you should too. True enough, saying that we are full of shit sends me into a fit of giggles, but I would LOVE to say (with a straight face) that I only mean it literally.
And yes, I mean that both literally and figuratively.
But treading the more figurative path, this is a great opportunity to ask yourself "How full of shit am I?"
Have you met or exceeded your shit quota for the week...the month...the year? I have.
Now by shitty, I mean us carrying around our true feelings/intentions/desires for them only to be held down by our feelings/intentions/desires for others. And our related ones for how we want others to percieve us. This could stem from us wanting everyone to like us, or to keep controversy to a minimum, or my favorite "I dont want to hurt their feelings." And while we are managing to shield whomever from whatever emotional wrath we have for them, we are left holding in all the shit we should be releasing...our (emotional) shit. And where does all this holding leave us? Generally in a not-so-nice place.
Did you ever wonder why it feels so great to get things off your chest? LOL.
And it wasnt until today that I realized that it isnt just me, but others around me. Take for instance the cornerstone of my buddy list that I havent quite forgiven yet for an crime that essentially has served as the spark that has ignited an entire powder keg of drama/emotions that have gone unattended for some time now. I havent immed her and she hasnt really immed me. And from the outside looking in, yeah, it was pretty messed up, but it was so much more than that. Even just the events that transpired (or didnt) for the 3.5 weeks that I was in the greater palm beaches speak volumes about the status or rather the changes that have happened over the course of I dont even know how long.
I'd safely assume the last calendar year.
Not only is the situation shitty, but our apparent inability to address it makes us both shit perpetrators. And as I sit here and write this, I realize that acknowledging it is the first of many steps, but the only one Im willing to make right now. Which infact seems to be testing the theory "let sleeping babies lie" or something like that to the effect of if you dont address it, it will go away.
I dont really think that happens....I think it just gets heavier and stinkier, and harder to get rid of. Okay okay okay. So Im really enjoying my poop analogy.
However, things do get harder when you wait it out. More to explain, or piss them off by not explaining, and more to potentially feel some semblance of guilt about because in this instance, you both held on for so long. In my experience, sometimes things merely get brushed over for the greater good of the relationship. Some age old issues, things that were once the center of the gossip column, get brushed under the carpet...glossed over, and seemingly forgotten.
Sidenote: Some matters of the heart are also a little shitty, but thats for another time.
But I do have a point here (somewhere). Ask yourself: How full of shit are you? And when are you going to expell this shit? Do you need an emotional laxative (lol...I know, that was nasty)?
I (think) am taking steps to be less shitty. And you should too. True enough, saying that we are full of shit sends me into a fit of giggles, but I would LOVE to say (with a straight face) that I only mean it literally.
The requisite "Hi" entry...
So hello there.
New blog, newish blogging attitude. I cant say that one particualar situation motived me to get back in the saddle, but here I am. My Olu has a wonderful blog, and so does my Krissi for bridesmaid updates general wedding items, and so now I have one for my random rants. Because we ALL know how much we missed my random rants. LOL.
And since I decided I wasnt leaving my lovely apartment today, for lack of something else to do right now, I decided to blog.
When I was coming up with the junk to say about me, I initally decided to do quotes from others. But when I posted it, it was waaaay too long, and in one huge paragraph formed blob, so here it is for your pleasure:
A few quotes from those who know me best!
From my favorite bride Krissi:
"Idunno -- there are so many positives about you. Definitely wise beyond your years but at heart many years immature. Definitely a cheerleader of a friend. You have a heart as big as your smile."
From the love of my life William:
"Nobody loves her crazy ass like I do."
And from my mommy:
"Youre just so spoiled"
And I would counter that with not spoiled, just loved. LOL.
So yeah, that was it really. Just wanted to say hi, and all that good stuff. Im going to go for now. Windows keeps harassing me about restarting to the updates I just installed can take place (or some crap like that) and if that little box pops up one more time....
Coming soon:
"How to manage wedding proposals"
and
"We are all full of shit"
(in no particular order)
xoxox
New blog, newish blogging attitude. I cant say that one particualar situation motived me to get back in the saddle, but here I am. My Olu has a wonderful blog, and so does my Krissi for bridesmaid updates general wedding items, and so now I have one for my random rants. Because we ALL know how much we missed my random rants. LOL.
And since I decided I wasnt leaving my lovely apartment today, for lack of something else to do right now, I decided to blog.
When I was coming up with the junk to say about me, I initally decided to do quotes from others. But when I posted it, it was waaaay too long, and in one huge paragraph formed blob, so here it is for your pleasure:
A few quotes from those who know me best!
From my favorite bride Krissi:
"Idunno -- there are so many positives about you. Definitely wise beyond your years but at heart many years immature. Definitely a cheerleader of a friend. You have a heart as big as your smile."
From the love of my life William:
"Nobody loves her crazy ass like I do."
And from my mommy:
"Youre just so spoiled"
And I would counter that with not spoiled, just loved. LOL.
So yeah, that was it really. Just wanted to say hi, and all that good stuff. Im going to go for now. Windows keeps harassing me about restarting to the updates I just installed can take place (or some crap like that) and if that little box pops up one more time....
Coming soon:
"How to manage wedding proposals"
and
"We are all full of shit"
(in no particular order)
xoxox
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