Monday, March 20, 2006

Sunset Monologue 173

A Tisket A Tasket

Blog Musical Mood: Whateva Whateva - Jill Scott

Hey peeps! How's it hanging? I decided to take it back to some classic soul this evening for school, you know the Temps, Supremes etc. Can you believe I'm almost done with my second class. I'm pulling an 88 right now and this weekend is devoted to the final paper. I'm enjoying school - I wasn't as interactive this class as maybe I should have been in terms of the boards, but the book is great. I actually read some chapters that wern't assigned, lol.

So this is a mind dump sorta thing - enjoy...

• Well AtlNEWbian is gone...she moved to Charlotte. Had to get out of a bad situation that was just not allowing her to grow or giving her any peace of mind. I hope I left her with some words of wisdom and that she finds a place to plant her feet firmly on the ground. Mini-me was really affected by them and enjoyed having them in our lives...as did I. I am actually a bit mad that it had to go down this way. However, having been in the 'defining your self worth' chapter myself many years back - I understand. We still miss her!



• Well Spring is upon us, calendar wise anyway and I am almost done gathering the things I need to overhaul the house. I haven't changed out comforters, kitchen stuff etc. in two years and I'm tired of looking at this stuff. My Landlord has agreed to paint the entire house, my choice. So fresh paint will definately pick the place up. I so enjoy the home and decorating etc. I can't get off like I would like to, because I've run out of room and money - but I like a home that feels homey and is not just articles sat around for artistic sake. It feels good when, for instance, LA's Finest says he likes my decor and the way my home is laid out. I can't wait to do my thing. I need to find me some storage space however, we are definately running out of room in here



• Spring also indicates that I gotta get my physical shit together. I can admit, I have totally tossed Diabetes care in the waste basket and that's one of the reasons I'm so tired. I intend to throw myself on the mercy of my Dr. and get back on track, before something funky happens and I only have myself to blame. I need to get back on my meds, I need to get back on my diet and I need to get OFF of my ass. Why is it so hard?


Oh and Before I forget....


• "I've fallen in love" there I said it. I had to whisper them a bit so they could gain strength and momentum to burst forth. No time for fear, no time for over analyzing, no time for mathematical equations - this feeling was not taking no for an answer....I am getting chills just allowing the feeling to come forth to write this entry. I have so much bubbled up inside of me and it's spilling out in all kinds of ways, from constant daydreaming, to smiling like I've lost my mind, to a single tear just appearing for no reason. Wow! for once I'm absent of words - totally unexpected, totally unrehearsed. Channeling my Negro Pop Culture - remember the scene in Boomerang when Halle and Robin were sitting on the couch and Robin was just gushing "OOOOO This Man" well there you have it. He's a man, he's focused, he's gentle, he's kind, he's giving, he's strong, he's handling his business, he's standing straight no crook in his back, he has morals, he has values, he has God, he is funny, he has street sensibilities and white collar credibility, and when he looks at me...everything else disappears.
  
  "I Love You"..."I Love You Too" The words felt foreign to my ears and my heart. My heart was beating so fast - I thought I would have a heart attack - WE have fallen in love...
  

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