Birthday Candles And Birthday Wishes...

Look Who's Back!!!! *lol* Have A Slice Of Cake!!!

Hello good people. It's been a while since I've blogged regularly. Thank you for bearing with me. I don't do like other folks and announce that I'm leaving my blog for a little while. I just show up when I have the time to do it. I've been extremely busy at my job. It's that simple.

Let's play catch up. A couple of weekends ago, your girl celebrated another birthday. I'm in the deepend of my 30's now. *eek* I demand a complete up and down investigation as to where all the years have gone. I want to know. *tapping foot* Okay, I'm okay now. *lol* Well, anyhoo I usually don't have a lot of fanfare going on with my birthday. And since my family and friends live quite a ways from me, I usually celebrate alone with plenty phone calls all day long on into the next few days as I open their gifts to me. I was happy with that.

Every since my little speeding incident with the Five-O, I've become a little more aware of their presence. I just don't know why they started trying to pull me over. A cop I never noticed before lives in my condo neighborhood. Am I a po po magnet? Perhaps not. Someone told me that I live and work in an area concentrated with lots of law enforcement agencies. That makes sense. I drive through 3 counties and on 2 major highways from central Maryland to Baltimore and back everyday. That means that I see county cops, county sheriffs, city cops, park police, state troopers, and other federal law enforcement on the regular. Shux, I think I can spot just about any po po vehicle in enough time to slow the car down before reaching them.

But something happened to me on my birthday which I couldn't spot. Like I said, I had been receiving my birthday wellwishes from family and friends most of the day. What people should know is that I don't officially celebrate my birthday until night time when I was born. I try to hang onto any shred of youth earlier in the day. I hold onto it like me holding onto the back of a car bumper with the car rolling down the road at 80 mph. Shux.

Well anyway, why when I was talking on the phone did I have to click over for another call? I naturally thought it was another family member or friend reminding me how I was about to lose my spring chicken status. Not. At night, the County Police called me from the outside front door intercom to tell me that they needed me to open the condo's front door so they could access someone from another unit. I didn't believe it. In fact, I told them that they had the wrong number and that I was on a long distance phone call. I really didn't feel like going downstairs to open the door after I had just taken a nice, relaxing shower. It would have taken a stick of dynamite to blast me out of my place as comfortable as I was. I wonder how they came to call me. From the outside of the building, my last name is smack dab in the middle of the directory. The old lady who lives in the front of the building would have been more than happy to open the door and help them investigate any happenings. Old folks be on those stings. *lol* And my unit number is on another floor from the one they claim they needed to get to. So why are they calling me? Well, after my good senses kicked in I told the police I'd see what I could do. Afterall, one of those old ladies from downstairs could have been choking on a piece of fatback. I called 911 to verify the police's presence. Yup, it was legit, but they were at the wrong condo building. I never went to the front door. Shux, I had gifts to open.

Was this really a coincidence? Maybe so. I don't think it was Officer Freckles. My friends thought he was at the door and they said that I should have come down the stairs slowly wearing feathered highheels and a silk robe. *lol* I keep crazy friendss. *lol* How was I going to do that? I'd probably slip and fall down the stairs since I'm not use to wearing highheels anymore. How stupid will I have looked? The po po would have had to break the door down to let the paramedics in to tend to me. Not. I think the whole situation with the po po calling me on my birthday was all a coincidence. I think that my wild self is attracting the po po, because I still love to speed in my space shuttle of a car.

Well, I have to get going to work. Take care and have a great day. : )

Tag, I'm It...

Tiki Tagged Me...I Guess I Deserve It For Being MIA On My Blog For A Few Weeks... *lol*

Link the person who tagged you.
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Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
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1. I'm claustrophobic. I don't care for small spaces. I start hyperventilating.

2. I feel a little safer knowing that I bought my boxcutters last week. I couldn't find my old ones. I need to find my bat. Are civilians allowed to have billyclubs and slapjacks?

3. I love cake. If I ever get married, my groom will have to let me have some time alone with the wedding cake. I mean that thing too.

4. I need personal space. I can't stand when people walk up on me and touch me. I usually always step back. Sometimes I've had to tell people not to touch me.

5. I keep a lot of handwipes in the car and at work. Once when I was in church, a man sneezed in his hand and then shook my hand. I drove home with one clean hand, and then washed my hands with COMET CLEANER.

6. Sometimes I talk too much trash to be shy sometimes.

Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Jay-Z

They Were Smart To Keep Their Wedding Private...

It appears by all media reports that Beyonce and Jay-Z got married on Friday under a cloak of secrecy. Supposedly, they got married in a building Jay owns. I guess that makes sense. He can control the comings and goings enough to keep the media out. All we've seen are the pictures of a few guests arriving and some expensive flowers on the sidewalk. Did any of you catch a picture of Beyonce's dad? My sister said that he looked like he was going to a funeral. I guess it's that whole Joe Jackson thing. Once folks get married, the whole focus of the career and control shift in a whole another direction. Oh well, they'll be okay.

When I emailed the first reports to my sister, she proclaimed that they had already been married a long time ago. Like years ago. Hmm. That's a thought. But what I will say is that Beyonce and Jay-Z were right to not talk publicly about their relationship, although they are seen together all the time. It seems like this is the way to do things to keep from creating a circus-like atmosphere. I can't tell you how many weddings I have been to that have bordered on becoming a spectacle, because of the many side shows with jealous folks who wished that they were getting married, gossipmongers, reluctant in-laws, unruly kids, complainers (they don't like the cake, the dinner, the music, the bride's dress), the workhorses (bridesmaids), drunkards, the women who will put somebody's eye out behind trying to catch the bouquet and so on and so forth.

I've heard people say that they want a small wedding. By the time, their family members and friends get involved, the wedding becomes a full-scale social extravaganza dipped in solid gold. They end up having several bridesmaids, who have to kick out some major cash to pay for the dress (inlcuding the alterations), shoes, make-up, hairdo, etc. And the brides end up inviting a long list of people, which means that they will need to reserve a huge reception hall. If they are going to have that many people, they will go out their way to impress and to show their appreciation to them with nice food and music. That's got to translate to a big price tag. That's totally fine if that's what the bride and groom want. It's their call.

Big wedding, small wedding, to each his/her own. But I really can't see me spending a lot of money for one day. I was watching all those wedding shows in the WE channel and some of those brides were spending as much as $50,000 -$100,00. *Blink* I'd rather take that money and put it towards a down payment for a really nice and larger house. Plus, a big wedding would take too much out of me since I'm a shy person. What would I look like with that spotlight on me all day? If and when I ever get married I just want to concentrate on my relationship with my groom with very few distractions. A small ceremony with a few close family members and friends would be good enough for me. As for Beyonce and Jay-Z, they pulled it off. The media don't have one picture of them getting married. All the media has to go on is hearsay. Congrats and best wishes to Mr. and Mrs. Carter.