spurs? not a problem

Single Black Female seeking Cowboy of her dreams.

ok. this is a lie... well the cowboy of her dreams part. I'm currently COMPLETELY sucked into the Pioneer Woman's love story of how she met her Dreamy McSteamy Ranchero in Chaps husband who she affectionately refers to as Marlboro Man on her blog. It's like the best romance novel meets food blog. Home run. Touch down. GOOOOOOOOOAL. Break out the vuvuzela.

Anyway I'm gonna need you to read it. ALL OF IT (start at the bottom). And I'll need you to read it in one sitting like I'm currently doing. Feel free to ignore EVERYONE including clients at work, co-workers and/or immediate family to finish reading it. You wish I was kidding. YOU WISH!

that is all.

CHHOOOOCOLAAAATE! - spongebob squarepants

yep. that quote happens to be from Spongebob haha. I really do watch a lot of it... but I'm gonna go ahead and say it's made me smarter.

First of all - GUESS WHO RESERVED THEIR IPHOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!! WHAT WHAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?! oh MAMA i'm excited. SO excited man.

Second of all - another Abi has a blog and she's giving away chocolate. Oh... 'scuse me CUSTOM chocolate. That like makes it 80 times BETTER.

photo from Vanilla and Lace

Especially since that chocolate would be so loved by me! I'm hoping I win! Oh... I suppose I should give the link to all 5 and a half of my readers so you can partake in the custom chocolate getting! http://vanillaandlace.blogspot.com/2010/06/chocomize.html - best of luck to you! Support the Abby's/Abi's/Abbey's in the arts! oh man... that sounds like my next blog header... Abby in the Arts haha riiiieeeeght?!

I'll post substantially very soon-like!

OOH! p.s.! Story time! A lady RUSHES into where I work yesterday heads STRAIGHT towards me (I've had bad experiences with rushing customers haha) and is about an INCH from my face. Let's go on the record and say I HATE people invading my personal bubble. It's a bad idea... I'm an impulse puncher... ANYWAY. She gets really close and goes, "This... has NOTHING to do with anything... but...... does my make-up look okay?!?!" yyyeah. the first words out of my mouth were,"...WHAT?!" She was black and was across the mall at Bare Escentuals getting a make-up assessment and needed someone of her skin color to confirm that it looked ok!!!! Never... in my whole life has anything like that happened! I mean I totally understand and gave her my honest opinion (foundation? yes. blush color? no.) and she happily exited my personal bubble and the store. It. was. INSANNNNE. and awesome at the same time hahaha. I thought everyone would enjoy hearing that story. OK BYE AGAIN.

if you don't know me by now II

I've noticed I do this a lot. When I get home I immediately undress. Everything feels really HEAVY all of a sudden and the only thing that gets rid of that is pajamas (or just anything that doesn't have to do with pants, but that's another post for another day... I digress). I take my necklace off cuz suddenly it's too tight and the last thing I usually take off are my earrings because my ears feel heavy. Seriously I just need a complete disconnect from the mental marathons I run all day.

What actually ends up happening is I take most of it off then I sit down at my computer and peruse the interwebz until I... do something else. During that time I take off ONE earring. One. When I get up and do something else I realize there is something dangling from my ear and I immediately FREAK OUT because I lose earrings all the time and proceed to tear apart my room looking for my other earring or on the floor - maybe it came out when I took off my work clothes. Then I remember... it's sitting on my desk... where I left it... 5 minutes ago when I took it off. Then I calmly take off the other one and place it next to the formerly removed one.

I do this EVERY. DAY. The sad thing is I'm pretty sure it'll be part of my daily routine for a long time. I have the feeling I'm gonna be a CHAMPION old person. Stuff of legends.

don't you feel closer to me now? *The More You Know music plays*

livin' the dream

I have a fanTASTIC job. Really... aside from designing it's a dream. Actually if I could keep that job AND design then it would be the... HAHA the complete solution. But I'm gonna be honest. Work hasn't been going so well.

Turns out we actually DO things where I work... and they expect you to well haha. When it comes down to it I think I was so excited for SO LONG that excitement turned to nervousness and that nervousness turned into a perfection complex... and turned to fear. My voice felt like it wasn't my own. Like I was speaking too loudly in a foreign language I just learned. I had it all logistically down in my head but when I opened my mouth it was "EPIC FAIL" realized haha. And I kept saying work was going ok... just ok... i dunno!

Fast forward thru me sucking and some tears toooo a couple days ago. Told my mom about what's going on and of course she immediately identified the problem, "why aren't you being Abby? you don't even sound like you."

*awkward silence of revelation*
Now I'm working on getting out of my own head and being afraid of if I'm saying the wrong thing or not saying something because I think I'll get rejected. My thing is... I like being good at things. I know I'm not good at EVERYTHING - sports... maybe one day... *shakes head* - but for the most part I get things and then I'm awesome at it? So this not being awesome at an AWESOME job thing? *see aforementioned public breakdown at work... it was a brief mention...*

I'm also going to attempt to dance in public at least once when I'm there so I can kinda loosen the heck UP! actually let's dance NOW.