Holy Summertime

Confessions:

THis summer has been very different. As far as the weather, it's been a while since I've been exposed to heat like this. Michigan summers usually aren't nearly as hot as St. Louis summers. So....the hard part has been figuring out what to put on to go outdoors, and I don't know how good a job I'm doing.

It really is hard sometimes to dress for the weather and still not look like I don't serve Jesus. Maybe next year I'll start some sort of clothing line, for Holy Girls Gone Wild. oh well

People watching

I realized that I can people watch for long periods of time and be thoroughly entertained. It can get you in trouble sometimes though. Some guy make thing you're "making eyes" at him, when he's really just being people watched. i don't know if it's because I'm nosy, or curious, or just bored. Either way, it's fun. Now, I must confessed, sometimes I have to repent as I people watch. Have you ever seen an extremely large woman come into a restaurant and order like a world of food? You catch things like this as you people watch, and have to keep your brain from thinking things like, "Maybe she shouldnt be here..." Who knows where I shouldn't be that I continue to go to, like the shopping mall, so I can't come down on her.

In other news, I'm coming closer to my target weight which is 138 lbs. I'm now at 142, and I think I like it. I will need a gym membership soon though, because we probably only have another month or so of morning jogging weather. It's back to school time, and I'm not back to school--that feels good!

DE leetle things

It still feels strange to be back in the city where I grew up. Things are starting to get a little more comfortable. In the evenings, I've been going to the Bread Co. to surf the net. Now, everyday at the bread company there's a group of men, of all ages, races, beliefs, etc. etc., who unite to play chess in the corner. Usually there's like 5 or 6 games going on at once. There's never any chics. Well, this week, I changed the demographics. I became a "regular." You become a regular when the players know your name, and some begin to respect your game. Thus far, my overall record is about 10-4. I'm not doing bad, but I could be better. I gotta work on my game.
Other than that, I also commenced my job search. I'm starting to think that the benefits of having a job--having food, water, shelter, clothing--are somewhat overrated in comparison to the free time you enjoy during unemployment. Who wants to clock in for the man everyday?

I think I need a hustle.

simple status update

It shouldn't be that the older you get, the more confused you become about life. I thought things got better at 25. It's supposed to be that perfect age, where everything comes together, and you know all the answers to any life problem that could present itself. In fact, there's only one thing I'm clear on; man = ego. women = play doh. I think us ladies adjust way too often. And, I also think that due to 25 years of unnecessary adjustments, I've become stubborn. I never thought it would happen to me....but I think it has.
anywho, I saw another old lady with no ankles yesterday. It was so cute---her legs looked like little pegs that had been jammed into a shoe.
there's a bunch of men that sit around the bread company daily playing chess. I never see any woman, so i felt the need to become involved. I played a few games a few weeks ago. i beat one guy, this one old russian man tore me to pieces, but he lectured me on the game in his thick russian accent as he beat my tail. i should've been more appreciative.