Short and Sweet... nothing like me

Ok so I know that my blog yesterday was overwhelming... far too long and so many links. I went a little blog happy. As restitution, this blog with be short and sweet which is nothing like me...



well I am short but I'm not that sweet. I'm direct and to the point and while I care deeply for humankind (I always care about the underdog and I couldn't make fun of someone for something they can't control), I can't help but comment on what I see and/or think (i.e. I can and will make fun of something that you can control)



Case in point... last night, I had my first class. There were 40 people there. Mainly couples, ok exaggerating, about 50% couples, 30% single/blood related and 20% in a relationship but there other half wasn't there. I was in the 20% and I was ok with that because RJ and I discussed it in advance, he paid for the class and we talk about it when I get home. However there was one instance where I wished he was there so I could say something just above a whisper in hopes that the offender would hear and apply some deoderant or move seats....

"Man, somebody is sweating whatever they ate for dinner tonight!"

Ugh! but I had no one to say it too. So instead I investigated. Was it the breath of the guy next to me? Don't think so. Was it the well dressed woman across from me? No she is in retail at Saks and dresses impecably. Was it the average looking girl behind me? Nothing against average girls.. I'm pretty average. Then it happened... the potential smelly breath guy knows the average girl and he says

"Hey, we went to BGood for dinner. What did you guys do?" note: BGood is a healthier version of fast food

She replies "We went to fgdguyhfmg (incomprehensable) King"



That is it. My face lit up. You are the smelly culprit and you are sweating that ethnic grub that you ate. Nothing against ethnic grub.. I love thai, asian, italian, mexican. I don't care if you like the bizzare foods along with AZ... but consider your surroundings when you eat certain foods; we were in a TINY room. She reeked all class. I couldn't turn in her direction (see earlier post on my sensitive nose) UNTIL...

I contributed in class. Hello, it costs $300 and its an intellectual class and I had a well researched, valid question. And that smelly bitch shakes her head at my question as if it was the dumbest thing ever. Oooh how my head snapped in her direction as I caught the little shake in my peripheral view. And I breathed in and thought



'F you.. your pores reek of something unholy. I mean people ask stupid questions in these classes and I hold judgement bc its a religious class and I'm trying to be good while here... you would think she could hold her snooty attitude until class was over. Not to mention, it was a valid question about the temple in Jerusaleum and the Messianic Age... well thought out.'



But since RJ wasn't there and I couldn't say anything, I gave her the nice smile that says I will f**k your shit up if you judge me again. And I swear, I saw her try to stop her pores from leaking any more smelliness and she cowered just a little.



Thats right... you better bow down. I will end you. At some point, you will say something, contribute to class and in the most sincere seeming way, I will make a different point even if I don't agree with it just to put you in your place and make you recognize.



Go enjoy stinking up your clothes and having everyone on the T look around til they realize its YOU who smells like a backed up garbage disposal in a highschool cooking class after Around the World day

Women actually propose?

Ok so my last post title, "He said Yes!" got me thinking... do women actually propose? I've seen it on tv shows. I've read about it in magazines. My coworker teases me that its ok to do it. But I would never do it.

Now don't get all pissy at me. Remember I'm someone who has a lot of opinions and I share them freely. But I respect your right to have opinions too.

Foreshadow: This will definitely end up a future post.

I'll tease and make fun to support my opinion but I can take the return teasing so you can support your opinion - bring it on! Interestingly enough, I actually said I love you to RJ first. And I was pissed at myself for doing it. It slipped. I had wanted to say it for awhile and we had been dating exclusively for a year. And then of course after it slipped, I immediately yelled Don't say it back! Because of course then I'd always wonder if he meant it. He said it a short time later and more importantly he shows it and proves it on a very regular basis. But for a little while after saying it first, I was mad at myself because women are insecure creatures and this act of going out on a limb could result in always wondering. Lucky for me, RJ is a great bf and he truly loves me and shows me so I don't need to wonder.

In the meantime, enjoy the images of women proposing and tell me, would you do it?

Seriously, the sister of the esurance chick would not propose? Especially not the sister who has money and designer labels!

Maybe this chick would propose but look at her bf, all aloof. yeah ok, this is not the guy or the way to propose. this dude is thinking about it. like weighing the probability as to whether he could meet someone hotter. The sign should say "Get lost, loser!"

I just don't think... no I know that I would not propose... its not for me. I want a guy to do it because he loves me enough to want to, not because he feels obligated or I push him. I loved that part of He's just not that into you (SPOILER ALERT- don't go past the picture)

when Ben Affleck proposed to Jennifer Aniston.. even though it was so obvious that even RJ & Charlie could see it coming (yes we dragged them.. well actually we dragged RJ but Charlie wanted to see it), it was just exactly what a proposal should be... simple, honest, heartfelt - something to build on. Not a cheesy restaurant proposal that is fit for a 22-26 year old bc thats what the movies taught you. Real love, real life proposals are simple and meaningful not overdone - overdone is like a man driving a ferari bc his manly package can't deliver the way the car does... a true love story doesn't need the big showy proposal, at least not in my fairy tale.

PS Examples of RJ showing me he loves me without having to say it:

- Waiting in the hospital for 3 hours while I had an exploratory procedure even though the nurse told him he could go home and they would call him (note we live 5 mins from this hospital)

- Bringing me candy when he returns from travelling

- Sharing his prized gummy bears with me even after I already finished my own candy and did not share

- Decorating christmas cookies with me and putting on a christmas cd even though its not his thing

- Buying and picking up pizza for my bff and I without a complaint

- Putting up with my passenger seat comments

- Busting a move in the car with me and singing along with my tone deaf self

There is way more but I don't want to make anyone vindictive jealous so I'll space these out.

He said yes!!

No I did not propose to RJ. My friend CBrown (not chris, I wouldn't be friends with an alleged woman beater; I'm talking about C to H to A to R to L to I to E... what's that spell?

CHARLIE

And not O'Connell either- poor guy got the short end in that family. He probably grew up thinking chunky Jerry would get the acting but he would get the looks. Not so much C-dawg.

Sorry, I got distracted. Ok so back to my friend Charlie.... its really a code name of course. Everyone in my blog gets a code name. My friends don't even know about the blog... well bff does (come on that means my best friend forever) but no one else. So far in the blog we have:

RJ (sometimes BF) - my boyfriend and no those aren't his initials

BFF - she is the best and we are such good friends that I can call her out for trying to take the best 2 slices of the remaining 4 cheese pizza slices.

S1 - My middle sister (I'm the oldest)

Sis 2 - My youngest sister

my friend - she needs a codename so I'm working on it... maybe Rocky because we box together

Charlie - My guy friend who is just too nice sometimes and occassionally lets work and exes walk all over him. But I'm here to remind him that he deserves better so that brings us back to He Said YES!

To vacation! We are going. California isn't just for happy cows anymore... its now for RJ, BFF, Charlie and I to rock out and make some kick ass memories.

Truth be told... bff and RJ were convinced that I could get Charlie to say yes and I am quite a good debater and I typically always get my way... if you made me give a percentage I'd say 90% of the time I end up getting my way and the other 10% I didn't really care but made you think I do so you'd feel better giving in 90% of the time... mwhahaha (thats my evil blog laugh!)

PS As for vaca, I will photograph and video journal it all... it will be so cool to watch in 30 years!

princess.. queen - whatever

So this is what happens when I'm cooped inside all day due to the snow; multiple posts..

RJ convinces me to leave the house to get snacks at the store and here is what ensued

Me: Ahhh! Its so cold. Couldn't you have started up the car?
RJ: You are going to warm up the car while I clean off the snow.
Me: I think you could have started the car and cleaned off the snow while I waited inside where its warm.

RJ shakes his head as the car comes into view; its SERIOUSLY covered in snow

Me: Ohh make sure you clean off the top of the car because thats dangerous when it falls as I'm driving

RJ again just shaking his head

Me: What? I'm just saying
RJ: Yes Princess
Me: Its Queen
RJ: Huh?
Me: I'm almost 30, its Queen
RJ: Princess... Queen... whatever - you are spoiled; same difference

Ok. This is not even the best part; wait for it. After 10 minutes of me sitting in the car listening to the radio and RJ standing in a foot of snow removing more snow off the car, he open the door and sits in the passenger seat.

Me: Um what about that mess on the windshield.

RJ: Use your wipers and fluid, it will defrost.

Me: (After trying it) Um not so much.

RJ gets out and leans over the windshield using his gloves to clear it off even more. Then he gets back in, his feet still dangling out while he bangs off the excess snow...

Me: (smiling at him) I guess it was good that I didn't spray the windshield fluid while you had your face peering over the glass.

RJ: Haha funny princess

Me: (opening my mouth) um..

RJ: yeah yeah Queen... Princess - whatever