all dressed up nowhere to go

Woke up today to a delightful email from The Man.

“I received a call from Property Management who indicated that they have been monitoring the snow situation with the roof very closely. They have determined that the snow on the roof presents a risk and they have decided to close the building until further notice. …, we need to communicate to all other HQ employees that the … location is closed until further notice.”

I had fully intended to crank the Jolly Green Giant up and go into the office today, but now it sounds as if I can forget about it . Who knows when this further notice thing is going to kick in. When the snow melts? Do they need to go up and resurface some sh*T? I mean really.

 I’M OVER IT!!

freestylin

I have been trapped in the house for five days now.

I’m SO over it.

Grateful that I’m able to work from home. WHENEVER I’m able to get back to the office at least I’ll be caught up.

How nice that my boyfriend’s two week vacation falls on a week that I’m also snowed in the house. 

For my very single friend whoeats every meal outside of her home and is now stranded in the condo with 2 bottles of wine, 1 pack of Winstons and a few cans of soup…YOU KNOW YOU WRONG!

Time for you to try some  hood rat sh*t and hit your neighbors up for some vittles.

I’m really happy my power hasn’t gone out. And I’m really happy that of all the problems we’ve had with these storms, for ONCE, Comcast isn’t one of them. Who’d have thunk it?

I’m too dependent on electronics. Maybe I can find a way to simplify on 2010.

I can’t believe Fancy F.east puts shrimp in their catfood. Would I, could I ever love a cat THAT much? I’m thinking..not so much.

My thermostat seems to be stuck on its barely warm status. UGH. I can’t take it.

Modern Family tonight. Finally, something to look forward to.

Sigh.

did i mention i’m obsessed with cupcakes…

A quite unfortunate development considering I’m trying trying trying to get “the” weight off once and for all. We’re in the middle of a series of ridiculous snow storms in VA and all I want to do is hop in the Jolly Green Giant and traipse over to Buzz on Slater for some of their FABULOUS cupcakes. They are INCREDIBLE. I’d pay “good money” for just a bite of their 9:30 cupcake. OMG.

They were such a hit at a recent office party that noone complained too much when I strongarmed them politely requested donations. ( They aren’t cheap by a longshot). When The Great Snowpocalypse of 2010 is but a distant memory, you know where to find me. Look for me in a cute little cupcake shop on Slaters Lane. I’ll be the one, sitting by the window with my eyes half closed, in a moment of chocolate induced nirvana.

sweetness to go

So I was just informed that the cupcake craze has taken to the streets and now offers convenient, calorie packed curbside delivery service.

Lo and behold, Curbside Cupcake may be lurking outside your office door this very minute. How can you even resist it.

A reliable source has informed me that she just had the most delicious red velvet cupcake ever. I can’t stand it.

I wish I worked downtown. SIGH.

new phone

Finally getting a new phone. I’m so over my Blackberry Curve that I can’t even tell you. I was able to finagle Tmobile into giving me an upgrade, for the most part only paying shipping charge. The reviews that I’ve come across for the Motorola Cliq are pretty good so far- the main thing I’m attracted to is that it will fully support my facebook addiction what with the whole social networking interface. I’m expecting it within the next day or so. I’ll keep you posted.

24,15,37,25,13…8

Today is one of those days that I wish I had worked from home.Work is insane to say the least. I keep saying I will take a day off soon but I know that probably won’ t happen. When you’ve been heel to pavement for longer than you can even recount- sitting still only allows you time to stew over sh*t that still needs to be done. Who’d have ever thought that I would forget how to be lazy? Surely, its the end times. Gone are the comforts of eight hour work days. I arrive at the office when its dark and I head for home when its darker and sometimes still have to log in when I get in the house. New contracts, low headcount and no overtime pay makes for a fairly high stress situation.  Its funny, I left my old job, a major corporation, with “the grass is always greener” mentality. Its surprising that many companies, regardless of size face the same exact issues with high turnover, efficiency, and morale.

When I hit the mega millions, I’m really going to miss this sh*t, for real.

pretty girl

When I was growing up, I went through perhaps the longest ugly duckling phase that anyone has probably had to endure. Not only did I ALWAYS have a very ample derriere, too ample for a bookwormish kid at a predominately white elementary, middle and then high school- but I always had glasses that were always a little TOO big and bookish, and I always wore skirts- even in the dead of winter. My grandfather, the head of a small Pentecostal church in the country wasn’t about having females walking around in clothes meant for men. The day that I did get to wear jeans to school- my father, undecidedly UNPentecostal put his foot down- I felt that God was punishing me- as no sooner had I arrived to my second period class in my new white jeans that I officially “became a woman” -staining and imprinting the moment indeliably on my 10 year old psyche. It was a horrible day and I did not put on another pair of pants until I was 18 years old.  These days, I rarely wear skirts which I believe is pretty normal for women with backgrounds such as mine. I’ve had enough skirt wearing to last a lifetime, for real and for true. Add my general sense of awkwardness to the fact that I stood out as the girl who always wears skirts- hell that would have broken a lesser person in their very formative years I would think. I thank God for my grandmother who made me feel beautiful even at a time that I felt anything but. I really truly thank God for her. I guess I was about 13 when one day after walking across the lawns to get into her home, my grandmother made a little fuss and said “I was wondering who that beautiful girl was walking around outside!” Of course when she said it, I peeked out the window to see if this beautiful girl was still roaming around because surely she wasn’t talking about me. How could she possibly have been. Coming from my grandmother, who was and still is, one of the most beautiful women in the world- that was more than a compliment. When we used to pass around photos of my grandmother in her youth – we always marvelled at how perfect her hair always was, how perfect her outfits were- she looked like a young Lena Horne in her day.  How could someone so perfect find me, with my large Sally Jessy Raphael glasses and long skirts beautiful? It was unheard of. Over the years, I have learned to be comfortable in the skin that I’m in, and cultivate my own version of “beautiful”. I know that when I am happy, I feel beautiful. When I am smiling- I feel beautiful. I have learned to concentrate on the beauty that is inside me which is far greater than any physical beauty that I will ever posess and I find that it really does spill over into the outside. My booty is still too big, but its ok, because although its big, honey you better believe I keep it moving! I feel happy with the woman I’ve become.  And my beautiful grandmother in all her wisdom, cracked the shell way back when I just a young egg and at my most awkward. This weekend, when I was visiting the family- I tried somewhat of a new look which i was nervous about. After the church service, when I went to greet my grandmother- her beautiful little eyes danced, and she grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek and gleefully remarked ” Look at this beautful woman in front of me!” and my heart spilled over. Not because of any sense of vanity or anything of the sort. My heart spilled over because I am in a truly happy place in my life for the first time in a long time- at peace with myself, and those around me- and a tiny part of me likes to think that the beautiful woman that stood before my grandmother this weekend was smiling back at her,  from the inside out.