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The Daniel Fast and Other Stuff

I am attempting the Daniel Fast again. I lasted 7 days before but now I have a website with recipes. I am also equiped with mangoes.

I used to be intimidated by mangoes and would never by them. Now, I have learned what a ripe mango looks and tastes like and I am hooked.

I went to the fruit market today and they were on sale for 88 cents each.

SCORE!

In other Talulazoeapple news, I think I have another crush. It's funny because a friend was like,  ooh I was gonna try to hook you guys up but blah, blah, blah. 

It all started with that darn Red Revival lipstick episode. Now he is all smiles and conversations. Unlike cute puerto rican dude, I am deliberately coy. It's all in good fun anyway.

BUT, I may just have to buy a couple flowers for my hair. *see this post*

Oh, and I Went To The Ballet

Nothing like seeing your employer on the news announcing possible layoffs to get a girl into the spring spirit. 

This has been my week in a few words.

Oh, and I went to the ballet.

Yes, that is the juxtaposition that is my life.

At least I looked really cute.

On Friday, I decided to shop by my job, which is an hour away (in traffic) from my home so that I could attend church. I spend all this time in my work shoes, feet KILLING me! After about an hour and a half, I realized shopping in the hood, like, really sucks. I also realized my church does not have Friday service.

SCORE!

I don't even remember Saturday.

Sunday was nice. I went to the early service. I and a new friend went to the Texas Ballet. It was really nice one I got past the super skinny girls and stopped counting how many ribs I could see.

I need more distractions in my life. Something in the line of this:

 
 

 

Dear Single Women: Don't Be Delusional

Sitting at lunch with a group of people and the conversation turned to relationships. Seated at the table; a 60-year old married man, myself, another girl my age, a divorcee of 40ish and a 40ish single woman/no kids.

The other young woman, let's call her Precious, starts going in about the type of guy she does not want. In the company of these older folks she says she wants a "ten". I, naively, ask, "What's a ten?" I thought she meant on a ratings scale. No, she was talking measurements. *use your imagination* In the company cafeteria! Then she, an overweight woman, stated that she doesn't want a fat guy because she cannot do anything with that.

I am not exaggerating when I say everyone fell silent. This chick was loud, vulgar and rubbing everyone the wrong way. I am surprised Idris Elba had not scooped her up. *insert sarcasm*

I say all that to say why do people expect perfection in a person - physical perfection that is - when they are far from perfect.

I believe it was President Barack Obama who stated be the change you want to see or something like that.

I wonder if we single women hold on waiting for a perfect specimen of man when perfection does not exist and we are not perfect.

What do you think? Am I being to hard on her for just being honest?

So I Finally Got Asked To Dinner. . .

 
. . .by the wrong guy! lol

Thursday was the last day of my internship. My manager planned this celebration. There was cake and snacks. A lot of people came down to say goodbye.

Soooo my manager starts telling all of the delivery guys throughout the day that it was my last day. This one in particular, I have always known he has liked me. The first day he started work he just stared at me without saying a word. I had a one word. . .creepy! lol

So, gradually he started making small talk. Well long story short, my manager comes into the party and says. "The UPS guy wants to see you before you leave, oh he wants cake." She then hands me a plate of cake and snacks.

So I go back to my desk, he is all like, "You should let me take you to dinner." Blah, blah, blah.

So I say, "Um, that would be ok." I mean what else could I say.

I know you, my frequent readers, are asking, "What's the problem?"

He is kinda cute. He just seems like a neighborhood guy. Those of you who grew up in the hood may know what I mean.

I know I suck. I'm contradictory.  I may as well go buy a couple of cats. It's just that I had a vision of who would ask me out and this wasn't the guy.

He gave his number. So I ask you - should I call?

The Wrong Perception

Ever think you being you is misinterpreted.

Well, yesterday at work, I found out that I am the biggest flirt - female- in our office.

Really? Must be a low bar.

I was then told that it's because the things I say can be taken more than one way. So, is that my fault or your stinking thinking?

*Background* Cute delivery guy is always telling me how good it is that I work inside under the air conditioning and he is all hot outside in the sun.* #fastforward

So the cute delivery guy comes by and says, "You're cool?" and I say, "You're hot?"

This nosy chick is walking by my desk and only hears the, "You're hot?" part and gasps my name.

Delivery guys gets all embarrassed. It was totally awkward.

So I ask the normal girl in the office what was wrong with what I said and the guy who said I was a flirt says, "He totally thought you were calling him hot."

Ugh.

The day before that, The Kid, stops by my desk and we laugh and joke with each other. This other girl says, "Oh my God *insert my name* you were so flirty." I don't even like "The Kid" like that. I just like cracking jokes with him.

Then, this guy who works on another floor comes down and needs help. I offer to help him because THAT'S MY JOB. The same girl is like, "Oh, *insert my name* you are such a flirt, offering to help him."

She later says, "You need to watch that. Guys are gonna get the wrong impression."

Really because I have been here a year and no one has. You have been here a month and well. . .

So am I big flirt or are these girls - and one guy - trippin'

Another Day, Another Compliment

The right compliment from the right guy can turn a blue day around.

I decided to become a bit more strategic with the flirtation. I put the exact flower, that this guy said was fake, on the left side of my hair to see what he would say.

Well, today, he looked at me and said, "Your hair, the flower, everything. . .you look so beautiful." I almost died. lol

Then he said he was in a hurry and could not stay.

What?

So what should my next step be?

Ironically, The Kid shoots me an email asking when can we hang out. I told him I would let him know. Was that rude?

Help me out here.

**Updated** The "Kid" is a separate guy (younger) very different from the guy who gives the compliments (older.) See this post.

Nothing Like A Compliment. . .

. . .to give you that extra motivation to workout when you don't quite feel like it.

The other day at the gas station an older lady told me, "Can I borrow your legs? I just need them for Sunday."

I thought that was hilarious. Today a girl at work commented that since she started work five weeks ago I have gotten skinnier.

Later today, a guy I work with asked me why did I wear my hair straight for only a short period of time. I asked him why and he was like, "I liked it like that." So I told him, "It was fake." He was shocked. lol

My hair today was extra 'fro and all but who asked him to kill the mood. I know he meant it as a compliment but I like my natural hair. I hated the weave.

Anyway a compliment is a compliment. I'll take what I can get!

A Flower For My Hair Or. . .

NOT!!!!

So, my cute Puerto Rican comes to work finally and . . .NOTHING. lol

He shows up smiling and telling me about his trip. I am looking around and . . .NOTHING.

Not that I expected some delivery guy to carry a flower around all day in a hot truck BUT it would have been really nice if he had. #dreamer

Anyway, I gave my number to the young guy. Why? IDK, I guess he could be a cool friend or someone to hang out with.

So I guess I am still awaiting my flower. I wished for a flower once. I was walking to work, back in undergrad, and a homeless guy handed me a carnation. It was half-wilted. The guy looks at me a says, "Well, it still got life in it!" I started to laugh.

I need to get out more. lol

A Flower for My Hair

Really short post ahead. . .

So the really cute delivery man notices the flower in my hair. What does he say?

"It's cute but it's not real."

Um, are you talking about the flower or my weave?

This is the second time I've worn a flower and the second time he questioned its realness. Ugh!

What are you a deliver guy or a horticulturists? Geez.

So I say, "Well, maybe someone needs to bring me one."

And he says, " One from Puerto Rico. I am going to Puerto Rico this weekend to visit my parents."Blah, blah, blah!

He better bring me back a flower or else this crush officially ends!!! LOL

Eat the Cake Anna Mae! Ok, Not So Much Cake Anna Mae

I really need to stop judging people based off of small actions. However, I find it annoying when people behave like greedy horders.

I had an extra cake left over from an event so I decided to take it in to work. After everyone in my department had eaten their fill, I invited some peole from another department to have the rest of the cake.

Why did Anna Mae Bulluck, go grab like two extra slices of cake, before the others could get some. I mean like really thick 3 inches across slabs. Now don't get me wrong. I am not watching what people eat if I invite them to dinner. Eat until your head explodes for all I care. I just though this was an odd behavior - for an adult.

What does it all mean? Maybe Anna just really likes cake. *shrugs shoulders*

Not that this has anything to do with a real person, it actually does, but would you date someone 8 years your junior? Would you hang out with him? Would you go to his church if he invited you?

Just questions? No, really, would you? lol