What a week its been. For some reason no matter how much i sleep (or try) to sleep. I always wake up tired. I think I need to start taking some vitamins or somethin, cause I can't be nappin @ my desk..not a good look... So miss Hollywood ( Jilli-bean) decides to have a Passion party for her bday with all the ladies. Some I kno, but most I didn't! This was my first passion experience. Wasn't too sure how to prepare myself, but there was a surplus of bottles that made it easy to adjust. If some of you have no idea what a passion party is....GOOGLE IT!! An array of colorful, sparkling, vibrating, fragrant and even beaded toys and books lay across Jilli-Beans table! Some looked relatively harmless and potentially enjoyable; while others should have came with warnings, and an instruction manual. Scary! While the idea of pleasing yourself sounds harmless and healthy, at which point does one consider it a problem? Cause a few of the ladies were on some "..oh I have that one in pink..hey mine doesn't spin that fast....does this one come in a bigger size?"... If my hubby came home n found me with a basket of toys, how would that go? What would that say about my partners abilities to please? Probably not much, but to each their own. It was still an eventful and memorable night. Sina J was lucky enough to be one of our models n ring toss catchers (I'm not gonna tell u what she used to catch the rings though lmao) use ur imagination...by the way I only got 1 out of 3 rings onto the target...it may have had something to do with Sina Js constant swaying back n forth! What a champ! Juicy kept the momentum going with her fantastic puns n dancing, Miss Fancy joined us a lil late after work but she knew her duty was to catch up as quick as she could once she got it. All in all the night ended great.
My next quest was to conquer this baby shower with old friends. Now I've never done one of these either so I wasn't too positive of the what to bring or expect. Buying baby clothing is soooo not fun..they grow like wildfire n puke on everything so why not jus have em wrapped up in a towel all the time. All the ladies I work with have somehow made child bearing seem like the worst thing in life. Swelling here, throwing up there, mood swings, tearing, stitches, not having sex for 6 weeks. They speak all kind of horrendous things into my young spongy mind..uuuuugh! So Sina J and I arrive (and I somehow managed to drag my fantastic boyfriend with me, he really took one for the team being the only guy there!! Tanks babe!!) It was quite a pleasant experience. Seeing all those faces from high school was so surreal. I remember when some of us would just lounge around at lunch time and now they're bout to push out children of their own. There were three pregnant ladies and 2 children already running around, rings on fingers and curfews in effect. Where did all that time go? So apparently Sina J and I have some catching up to do. WE had spent maybe 7-11 minutes in the store asking " So what do you buy a pregnant lady...??" Bottles? Nipples? Socks? Formula?...no...NONE of those...apparently what you buy them are BREAST PUMPS!! I've never seen someone so excited, you would think it was her birthday. She enjoyed it so it was all good. Sina we did great! High Five!!
This road trip coming up seems like it will be a cleansing experience. But I'm still on the fence only cause I'm really trying to MOVE OUT...like all the way out! I kno the expense of the weekend won't be that much, but it adds up, as does everything else (like the Wendys I jus ate) Discipline is the only thing that's going to get me where I need to be, and I need to O.D . on it for the sake of my mental health...lol. But..the forces on the other side of my shoulder are tellin me to just go and not think about anything but the moment "Live ur life" Lala would say!
Remstaar!
My next quest was to conquer this baby shower with old friends. Now I've never done one of these either so I wasn't too positive of the what to bring or expect. Buying baby clothing is soooo not fun..they grow like wildfire n puke on everything so why not jus have em wrapped up in a towel all the time. All the ladies I work with have somehow made child bearing seem like the worst thing in life. Swelling here, throwing up there, mood swings, tearing, stitches, not having sex for 6 weeks. They speak all kind of horrendous things into my young spongy mind..uuuuugh! So Sina J and I arrive (and I somehow managed to drag my fantastic boyfriend with me, he really took one for the team being the only guy there!! Tanks babe!!) It was quite a pleasant experience. Seeing all those faces from high school was so surreal. I remember when some of us would just lounge around at lunch time and now they're bout to push out children of their own. There were three pregnant ladies and 2 children already running around, rings on fingers and curfews in effect. Where did all that time go? So apparently Sina J and I have some catching up to do. WE had spent maybe 7-11 minutes in the store asking " So what do you buy a pregnant lady...??" Bottles? Nipples? Socks? Formula?...no...NONE of those...apparently what you buy them are BREAST PUMPS!! I've never seen someone so excited, you would think it was her birthday. She enjoyed it so it was all good. Sina we did great! High Five!!
This road trip coming up seems like it will be a cleansing experience. But I'm still on the fence only cause I'm really trying to MOVE OUT...like all the way out! I kno the expense of the weekend won't be that much, but it adds up, as does everything else (like the Wendys I jus ate) Discipline is the only thing that's going to get me where I need to be, and I need to O.D . on it for the sake of my mental health...lol. But..the forces on the other side of my shoulder are tellin me to just go and not think about anything but the moment "Live ur life" Lala would say!
Remstaar!
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