The Nerve July 16, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Randomly Speaking.3 comments
Recently, I connected with a cousin on FB. Although we are first cousins, she is someone I have not seen in probably 15 years. Her dad and my dad are brothers, but they have different fathers and they have never really acted like a part of the ‘O’Leary” clan. They live on the other side of the country, so when I found her on FB I was excited to reconnect.
She, too, was excited and we immediately exchanged a series of emails. However, I quickly learned that we weren’t exactly likeminded individuals when she revealed she had just ended her THIRD marriage and said some unfavorable things about her 2-year old daughter. Anyone who says disparaging things about children is automatically not my kind of people. No for real, I hate when people say, “wait til you have one, you won’t want one then.” Who says that crap?
One day I got a private message from her asking for my phone number. She said her mother was gonna be passing through Atlanta and wanted to call me. I don’t know her mother at all. I can’t imagine why she would want to call me. But I didn’t want to appear rude, so I gave her the number to my cell.
A couple of days later I got a call and recognized the West Coast area code, so I ignored the call. My cousin’s mother (I refuse to use the word ‘aunt’ for a total stranger) left me a voicemail stating that she was so excited to talk to me. She was going to have a layover at ATL and wanted to get together with me for dinner.
Awww, how sweet. Right? Notsomuch.
She continued to say that she has this great new product that I may have heard of and might be interested in and she wanted to tell me all about it.
*blank stare*
I.have.no.words.
I can’t even finish this post…
Riddle me this… July 16, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Entertainment.8 comments
How in da hayle is Ko.be gonna let that chick out of the house looking like this???
Tender July 16, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Dating.13 comments
Last night I met a handsome goodlooking for cocktails. What? I’m down but not out! I’m Babs in Blogland, bitches!
I threw on whatever so as to appear “casually fine” and hopped in my car. I had been listening to old school jams, so Lionel Richie’s “Dancing on the Ceiling” came on. I immediately had a flashback to, like, junior high when we sang that song for a concert. I even remembered some of the dance moves. Then I had a thought- my date probably wasn’t even alive when that song was out! I should have turned the car around right then and finished watching SYTYCD.
As I sat at the bar looking at the tenderoni, I realized we had absolutely nothing in common. Don’t get me wrong, he is smart, successful and wise beyond his years. But aside from the fact that he is hella-sexy and I want li-li-li-li-lick him like a lollipop, we have NOTHING in common.
His ten year plan includes career moves and relocation, while mine includes breastfeeding and montessori schools. He is by no means husband or fatherofmyunbornchild material. Still, I have every intention of seeing him again. How could I not? He’s fine!
Shit, am I gonna be one of those cougars? I’m not up for all that botox so I certainly hope not.
Anyway, I am spending the remainder of my 34th year just kickin it, and he fits right nicely into my 6 week plan. I’ll worry about all that other shit in the fall.
Have you ever dated someone younger than you?
Happy Birthday, Honest! July 16, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Randomly Speaking.7 comments
Honest is celebrating a birthday today.
Everyone wish her a happy day!
Happy Birthday, Soulcialite! July 16, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Friends.5 comments
Today is my sweetheart’s birthday!
Everyone wish her a happy day!
Flirting Has its Privileges July 15, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Exercise.10 comments
My coworker, the one with whom I workout with, is always commenting that theguys that work at my gym are totally smitten with me. When I have been gone for a few days, their faces light up upon my arrival. And when I am leaving for the day, well, let’s just say that their admiration is quite evident. I would like to say that I am ALL THAT*, but the truth is that there are few goodlooking women under 40 hitting my gym, and probably only a few of us are friendly.
This week I have put my flirtatious nature to good use. On Monday, one of my “stalkers” asked if I wanted one of the custom training tees that were reserved for the Peachtree. Why of course I did!
Yesterday, the other one got the nerve to come over and talk to me while I was on the elliptical. I am usually not alone, but yesterday I was at the gym all by myself. He was looking at my strides and pushing me to do better. I really appreciated that because I do so much better when I am being pushed. Afterwards he followed me to the weights and worked with me for a half an hour.
I had a fantastic workout! He really pushed me to do heavier weights and routines I normally don’t do. I even did a couple of machines that normally intimidate me.
While I was working out I had a chance to talk to him, and I discovered that he isn’t weird at all. He’s perfectly normal when he isn’t oogling me while I do dead lifts. I am definitely going to put his services to use from here on out.
Flirting has its privileges!
Do you ever flirt to get special treatment or free stuff? Do you think it is wrong to do so?
*Sssshhhh…I really am ALL THAT!
That’s Not Pimpin’ July 14, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Dating.19 comments
Today, I’d like to talk about pimpin. There’s Fac.ebook Pimpin, Parking Lot Pimpin and even Pu.blix Pimpin. I’m no stranger to Pu.blix Pimpin. I’ve met many a handsome goodlooking while perusing the frozen foods aisle.
Last night I stopped at the store to pick up an avocado, which I’ve taken to eating all by themselves, when I spotted a handsome goodlooking. I know the game, so when he showed up in line behind me I readied myself for him to make contact. We both had clearly just left the gym and we were both buying seemingly healthy foods, so I figured that is how he would break the ice. I mean, hell, if I were a dude that’s what I’d go with.
So he’s putting his stuff on the conveyor belt, when an older gentleman taps him on the shoulder and asks if he can grab a grocery basket. The guy says sure and hands him one. Then, for no good damn reason, the older guy starts making conversation. Asking him if he played ball and where he went to school and whatnot. The guy was the friendly type and answers a couple of his questions. And the older guy was smooth. He was so unassuming that answering his little questions seemed harmless. I learned about his education, job and background all within a span of 10 seconds. I kept waiting for him to brush the guy off and turn his attention to me and my spandex pants, but before I knew it the cashier was giving me my total and bagging my fruits and veggies.
As I pulled out my cash, I heard the older guy saying a very familiar line, “have you ever thought about owning your business?”
Son of a bitch!
You mean to tell me I’m being cock blocked by one of those direct marketing people? It’s bad enough they stop me in Targ.et on my lunch break, but now they are coming between me and my dating life? I was seriously annoyed as I grabbed my bag and sauntered off. I didn’t look back as I left the handsome goodlooking there fumbling to find a business card that he clearly didn’t want to hand over.
That card should have been mine!
Week One July 13, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in dieting.8 comments
I know you are all waiting with baited breath on an update on my first week of weight loss.
*drum roll* (more…)
One is Black and the Other is White July 13, 2009
Posted by Babs O'Leary in Friends.13 comments
Last week’s discussion about my coworker whose daughter has the sambo statue left me thinking over the weekend. To be honest, I was somewhat surprised that a few of you suggested I should never speak to my coworker again. We are talking about a person I sit next to and speak to all day every day. She is someone that watches my dog when I go out of town, comes to pick me up when I am locked out of the house and shares her lunch when she has bought too much. She very much serves as a mother figure to me and I appreciate her.
Yes, some of her thought processes are a bit backwards, but I do not believe she maliciously says or does anything towards people of other races, she is just, as someone commented, a bit ditzy.
On the other hand, I have a Black coworker who is also older and I have to counsel her on some of the things she says. Her comments are almost always directed towards White people and when I tell her she is wrong she always says, “I’m from Birmingham, we think different.” While I agree that growing up in “Bombingham” is going to make a Black person a little jaded towards White people, it still bothers me to hear her say some of the things she says. Fear not, she’s not going around calling people crackers or anything like that, but I would say she has an overall negative view of White people that is probably based on her childhood experiences.
She knows that I grew up in Anytown and that a large part of my family is White, but she is quite comfortable speaking her mind in my presence. Again, I have no intention of severing our friendship.
In both of these cases, I have to just look at any situation that might come up as a teachable moment. Perhaps I have been placed in their lives to help them see the other side of some of their beliefs or to diversity their thinking. Each one, teach one does not just apply to children.
Besides, if I went around defriending people who said things that upset me I would really and truly only be friends with the Girl and Amyg.
Real talk on this lovely Monday morning.
