k.unwrapped

I’ve been tagged by S23:

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.

2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Without further ado…

1. It’s hard for me to consciously talk about myself. When I’m not trying to do that is when people learn the most about me. I stared at the computer for a while trying to come up with these 8 things lol.
   
2. I’ve been wearing glasses since 1st grade. I wasn’t one of those kids that my mom had to fight with to make me wear the glasses (although they were bigger than my face) because I really could not see. The teacher would put me in the front seat closest to the chalkboard and I still couldn’t read a word of it without glasses. When I wake up in the morning I put my glasses on so that I can find my contacts and put them in…before I even shower. Driving, watching TV, and getting on my laptop without my eyewear ain’t gonna happen.
   
3. My mom is currently in Iraq for the next year b/c she’s in the army. I’m confident that she’ll be fine and everything will be okay but dang I miss her .
   
4. I officially gave up eating beef & pork about 3 years ago in an effort to slowly transition to vegetarianism. Never quite made the full transition…lol. I tried eating beef again at one point but after not having it for so long I didn’t like the taste and consistency, and it upset my stomach. I didn’t really grow up eating pork so I’ve not missed it much.
   
5. I’ve never been in an official relationship other than high school which doesn’t count (to me, anyway). I have a feeling that when I’m really ready for the commitment that is marriage, that’s when I’ll find myself in an official relationship that will probably lead to marriage. People sometimes try to make me feel weird about that, but those people are usually in relationships that have zero long-term potential whatsoever. I just don’t see any reason to be ‘official’ with someone w/ no potential just b/c I enjoy their company even though I do want a relationship. I will elaborate in another blog entry this weekend.
   
6. I totaled a car on the PA turnpike 3 years ago (lost control of the car). Because of the accident I’m a HUGE proponent of seatbelts b/c if I hadn’t worn mine I wouldn’t be sitting here typing this right now. The impact of the crash would’ve thrown me through the windshield at 75 mph. Just to paint a picture, after the crash the car landed on its roof and I had to climb out of the busted passenger window to get out. The tow guy had to slice up the back seat to get my stuff out of the trunk b/c it was so smashed in it couldn’t be opened. I walked away from this with a few cuts on my foot (had on flip flops), and some temporary muscle aches from the airbag impact.
   
7. I get a little anxious on the highway because of #6 and I don’t like driving if I don’t have to.
   
8. I’m quietly planning to relocate down south within the next year or so. I will talk more about it when I get some plans more solidified.

I’m not tagging anybody lol.

This post is piggybacking off of S23’s post here. I pretty much reposted my comment from her site and added a couple of things in.

People are always saying that if you consistently attract ‘certain’ types then you have to look at why you’re attracting them. I can understand that to an extent, but at the same time, when a man approaches you cold, he doesn’t know anything about you other than how you look. So unless you dress and/or carry yourself like a hoodrat or whore, how in the hell can it reflect negatively on you if random crazies find you attractive and decide to approach?

What I look at when a man approaches is how he talks to me (none of that "hey baby" crap), how he looks (if he has braids or sagging pants he can forget it), and in applicable cases the content of his convo (if he tells me his name is Jermaine but I should call him "J-Dubb" then there’s no way we could be compatible).

What’s up with all these false advertisers out here? They approach you looking good, very respectful and interesting. Then you get them on the phone and they say the craziest shit ever.

Exhibit A:

Me: So do you live alone?

Him: No.

Me: … (waiting for him to elaborate lol)

Me: So who do you live with?

Him: A girl.

Me: A girl??? You have a damn girlfriend?

Him: Something like that.

Me: Well it was nice meeting you then.

Him: *chuckles* But…

Me: *click*

If you’re gonna say crazy shit, I need for you to have a wonky eye, dress like a bum, and maybe a missing tooth or three. It would make things SO much easier. Seriously.

When and if it’s in your will for me to celebrate my 45th birthday, please don’t let me be like that pissy drunk woman in the middle of the bar singing "it’s my mafuckin berfday" while vigorously dancing to Back That Ass Up.

Thanks in advance.

–K.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before but I’m the oldest of three [excluding the 5 “half” siblings my biological father has that I’ve never met]. My sister is 16 and my brother is 13. I can remember when they were two and five and my sister would beat the crap out of him. They’d be sitting at their Little Tyke table eating Cheerios and I’d be watching TV or whatever and all of a sudden my brother would start WAILING. I’d run over to them and find his chair flipped on the floor and him laid out crying with his cereal spilled EVERYWHERE. I’d look at my sister and she’d be sitting there looking angry. This used to happen a LOT. I had to baby-sit them all the time and was permitted to spank some azz when they acted up…I STAYED popping her after that scene would repeat itself time and time again. I used to tell her to stop hitting her brother because one day he was going to be bigger than her and the tables would surely turn. I would baby my brother because I’d feel bad that my sister knocked him clear across the room. That girl was something else back then, lol
(she still is actually, ha!).

One day I was watching them eat chicken nuggets but they didn’t see me. My bro poked a hole in one of her nuggets with his sticky azz finger and she said stop. He laughed and did it again…she said stop a little more authoritatively. He thought it was funny and did it AGAIN but this time he stuck his tongue out at her to add insult to injury (btw, he’s STILL an annoying azz little taller-than-me snot). This time she smacked the smile off of his face and he starts boo-hooing. I told him he got just what he deserved and to keep his nasty fingers in his own plate…then I popped both of their azzes because they were still not supposed to hit each other. If he does something you tell an adult, don’t just start swinging at him, geez.

I think about that situation every time I catch the tail end of a ‘flip-out.’ Rarely do people just randomly flip out on someone without being provoked. Rarely do people lead lives full of drama without somehow provoking it. They may cry and wine about how drama always seems to find them, that they are just misunderstood or what have you, but when it’s a pattern folks need to realize that their actions, intentional or not, lands them directly in the middle of messes that they claim to want no parts of.