Shoe Dazzle: November’s Batch

Sometime, not to long ago I signed up for a monthly shoe styling service.  Shoe Dazzle is the brain child of Kim Kardashian and several other stylist.  The premise: You fill out a style survey and choose from pics that you think are your style, you get 6 pairs of shoes to chose from.  From there you point, click and buy your one special pair of the 6.  Your credit card is charged 39.00 and viola shoes to your door!

So far i’ve only gotten one pair of shoes.  (see below)

This being my 3rd month of membership, I’d like to chose a second pair.  This is where you come in.

These are my selections for November(not all shoes are listed):

The Ezra

The Ophelia

The Rashida

So that’s 1, 2 & 3….which ones?

Closed mouths

They say that a closed mouth does not get fed.  What then of the mouths that open and actually say what they need?

At what point does one not fear rejection and throw caution to the wind?

I think there needs to be an update to this cliche.  Such as…

A closed mouth doesn’t get fed but, just because you open it doesn’t mean you’ll get fed either.

 

Slacking ain’t easy.

There’s a part of me that rears it’s ugly head often.  It consumes me and takes over my body rendering me stuck for hours.  In addition to being suspended in time and pushing off the things I need to do, I never accomplish these things after I’m unstuck.  Yup…I’m a slacker.

Prime example this weekend I had quite a few things planned.  I’d accomplished a few but, by the time Saturday got here I’d lost some steam.

I thought about how naps needed to be reinstated in our days.  And how it’d be great to take a lil siesta at work.

I laid down after this brilliant pontification fest I was having.  Thinking makes you tired.  I’d go on to lay in my bed for 5 hours.  It came time to get up and get dressed for the evening.  Nope!  I just ordered food and had folks over.

Apparently my slacker ways are catching .

Refresh yo game

Ummm your game should evolve as the years go by.
You can’t 1994 in 2009.
*smh*

I was just in the Gallery in Baltimore. Riding up the elevator feeling pretty happy about my purchases. This guy going down goes…”hay..u got a cute lil face on you. Yeah…keep dat..keep dat *strokes his skraggly beard*” I politely said thank you and when he motioned for me to get off the escalator i put my earbuds back in. I mean he tried yall but, fa real?

You have successful friends who bed lovely ladies every day. Please use them as a point of reference. You don’t even have to ask ya dude, just observe and take away from the lesson what fits you most.

Love,
Bew

Ps. Go on and press f5 right now and start anew.

Sometimes laughter is the best medicine

This week while at work in Tampa I met a few cool folks.  We all exchanged information and parted ways.  It was during this time I met a strapping young lad that conversed nicely.  Half way into the conversation he started flexing his whole ham sizes biceps.  During this time the sleeves of his polo began to rise up.  Higher and higher each time.  I feigned like i wasnt looking until i turned to ask him something.  Then I saw it.  Once, twice, three times.  Hmmm… is that a small heart and an angel?  Does it look extra homeade..Is that the only tat there?

Why yes Virginia there is a christmas…(That means it was)

Unable to contain myself i let out thee most ingnorant of laugh. He looked stunned and stopped flexing.  He immediately said he wasnt flexing to impress me rather his arms were hurting from a workout.  I reassured him that i wasn’t laughing at him flexing and that i actually liked it but, rather it was his young tattoo.

Is football the dating final frontier?

In dating it is often said, to find a man you must simply go where the men are.   This past Sunday my favorite watering hole was invaded by a cluster of hens.  Loud ones at that.

I’d gotten up extra early Sunday because it was an away game and I knew the spot would be packed.  Dressed in my finest of jersey and jeans I took my usual seat, which is saved for me every Sunday .  As I was getting into a rousing discussion about Baltimore secondary defense, 3 women walked in.  I smiled and said hi to them all, andddddddd nothing back.  I paid it no mind and kept on about my business.  Apparently one of the dudes I was sitting with had observed the whole exchange.  He’d interrupted me and said he hated when women did that.  He said there was no reason for them to speak and the only reason he said they probably didn’t speak to me was because i was the only chick in a group of dudes.  He went on to say how disappointed he was that they elected not to speak to me but, rather spoke to the 3 dudes.  He said he couldn’t wrap his mind around how they immediately blocked me out.

I told him I wasn’t bothered at all.  I spoke as I usually did to anyone coming through the doors of Midtown and if they elected not to speak, the burden of stank was not on me…rather them.  He asked me how I felt being that they classified me as competition off top.  I asked him what i was in competition for?  He laughed.  I looked at him and said i’m not laughing what am i in competition for?  The attention of men in a packed bar?  The attention of men during a good football game? We both laughed and continued watching the game.

As the game went on I noticed as the shots flowed the group of sisters were getting louder and louder.  Louder than the television.  The group of women had to be in their late 30’s/early 40’s.  They were using that “hey look at me tone.”  People were looking but, not in a good way.

I don’t know when i became an expert on woman behavior but, I found that most of the dudes in the spot steered clear of the boisterous bunch.  Asking me various questions about why some chicks come to sports bar when they know they ain’t paying attention to the game.  One dude responded, they think they slick, they just in here faking to catch a man.  I lol’ed and damn near spit out my beer but, is this a new trend?

I have noticed in the last few weeks that the number of women at my usual spot has doubled.  I wonder what their plan of action is when a game is on…Half time prowling?  hmmmmm but, even then the recaps are on and who’s paying attention then?

No one.

lol.

Peanuts for life

“I think I’ve discovered the secret of life – you just hang around until you get used to it. “
Charles M. Schulz

What is it about the chase?

I guess as humans we have a basic need to be desired.  In an effort to be desired we go after the fairer of the opposite sex.

We play our games to beguile and intrigue them enough just for them to consider staying around to figure you out.  To be in your world.

But what is it about some that draws them to want to be chased, more so than the average.

I’ve said it often, men and women are switching roles when it comes to dating and relationships.

Babble.cloudrant.

The not knowing

I guess you can say the worse part in getting to know someone is when you have a communication disconnect.

I was really feeling someone.  We had awesome conversations about our mutual families and lives.  He opened up about some things in his past and so did I.  I had hope.  For once in a long time I thought that someone got me, dug me and was reciprocating what I was feeling.

We had plans..those plans didn’t fly.

I’ll be the first to be honest and say I was a bit skeptical about the excuse but, I kept it moving..

Monday rolled around and it was like I had a case of the cooties..communication was limited to curt emails and texts.

And now Wednesday…nothing.

In a perfect world when u’re not interested in someone I guess you could say..no harm..no foul but, just letting it drag out is terrible.

It’s the not knowing..

Randumb thoughts

- How come when you want to get up early, you set your alarm and everything.  Get up at the allotted time but, still don’t get out the house early.

-Even though it only happens one week a year, I kinda cringe at the thought of spending 10-12 hour work days with a few of my coworkers.  Mostly because they always seem to be uptight.

-Having said that Tampa will be awesome.  4 days to frollick…of course after working.

-I’m packing liquor again this year as well.

-I’d hope for a better outcome.

-I’m thinking about deleting my facebook account.  I’m starting to feel the same way about facebook that I felt about Myspace.

-Twitter as well.  Like some days I log in and others..well..i don’t log in at all.

-Yesterday in the midst of my “bad day,” a friend so totally lifted me up.  They told me how beautiful I was.  It made me smile because I wasn’t feel so well yesterday.

-I’m still not feeling 100% this morning either.

-I should take the day off

-I want a boyfriend.  There I said it.  It’s not as if I’m pressing dudes but, eventually I’d want one.  Someone to cook for…to lounge and chill with…to smile at…

-reciprocity…u receive what u give

-I’m nervous about this Vikings game.

-Ex’s are ex’s for a reason.  When they come back around trying to flaunt how good their doing I take that as a compliment.  Why? it has to be a reason you’re trying to prove to me that you’re so happy without me .  Because you’re not! lol Or you have a deep seeded hatred for me and my happy tail. lol