January 11, 2010
Before you leave your house in the morning, do you really look at yourself? I mean, really and truly evaluate how you look in your clothes? Some people should. I am all for expressing yourself through clothing and accessories, but when your booty looks like a bowl of cottage cheese on stilts, you may want to reconsider. ;) And I always feel bad for these people, especially when their weave looks like a tornado whipped through it and the other half got blown away. Self-expression is great, but so is self-awareness!
Today is a pretty low key day. I go to BH&G, then head to The Capital Grille. I'm thinking to myself, I have nothing to write about today. Aha! But then I remember. I pass the firehouse this morning and I get really excited because the door is open and I hear men playing with mechanical toys-they like to call them chainsaws. I look at the muscular bodies bent over on the cement, only to find two middle-aged men--not my hunka, hunka, burnin' love. So sad.
So, I'm walking to work with my iPod, where only one earphone works, so I'm a total gangster with one in my ear and the other hanging down by my side. It's pretty B.A. Only to add to my ghetto-fabulousness, "Gangter's Paradise" starts playing in my ears! Haha! I start laughing out loud because it reminds me of the Iowa State Fair. Coolio came to perform and I told my friend, Tim, that I was taking him to a concert, but didn't tell him which one for fear that he would all of a sudden, "have something to do." However, when he finds out it's Coolio, he's all about it. So, we go and meet up with my brother and one of his friends. Okay, I have never seen so many white people at a rap concert before. I'm pretty sure the only other black people were his "entourage," or whatever you call them. Ha! AND...every white person there thought they were black for about an hour and a half! It was great! Brett, his buddy, and Tim...I could have sworn they were born dark-skinned--bouncing up and down, lips pushed out, and one hand in the air, pumping it up and down with their palm facing down. You know what I'm talking about! LOL! Good times!
I did get the pleasure of seeing my doorman. Oh, let me tell you, I am so embarrassed, I don't even look up until the last possible minute that I have to. He greets me with a huge smile and a, "HEY! What are you doin?!" I respond with, "Hey, I just got off of work." I kind of continue to keep walking. He says, "Yeah, can you believe this weather?" I say, "I know it's freezing!" Then...it's the awkward silence, where we both just stand there and stare at each other, waiting for the other person to speak the next sentence. I say, "Alright, well have a great night! I'll see ya' later!" He says, "Oh, okay, goodnight!" Yikes! Why am I always like a little school girl when it comes to attractive men? Stupid! And he's my doorman! I can't do that! Do you know how awkward this would be? Bad idea! Just a bad, bad idea!
Well, this is the extent of my excitement for the day. I know it's hard to contain yourself, but I suppose not everyday can be filled with funny and mildly inappropriate behavior. I do behave myself 99 percent of the time! I do like to make my parents proud of me! ;)
Note to self: "Smile, it is the key that fits the lock of everybody's heart." - Anthony DiAngelo
This quote fits into my everyday thinking and my all-time favorite quote of, "Smile, you never who's watching." ;) It's great! Who doesn't love when you get a smile from a random stranger on the street? It makes you feel good! I always smile at people-who knows if that smile made their day, or if it turned their bad morning into an okay morning. A lot can be said about a smile. It gives people a glimpse into your personality and who you really are. Are you sassy? Are you sincere? Are you outgoing? ;) It's a powerful thing, and it's so simple to throw around. Why frown and get all wrinkly? Smiling not only makes you feel better, but could make the stranger walking past you feel better too! ;)