Wednesday, April 30, 2008
posted by thee modern isis at 12:00 PM

Brief intermission from work.

My car got side swiped in the parking lot while I was at the grocery store, talk about someone being HOT. I was heated and looking around the parking lot looking for a white vehicle., I swear if I would have found them they would have gotten the business.

I am loving MJB's hairstyle. Not everyone can rock the asymetrical style but she started that.. not R.ihanna.

I have a big issue. I am suspecting my BFF of foul play.. it basically includes her, another mutual female friend and her ex boyfriend. I'm sure you can put 2 and 2 together. Something isn't adding up and she's starting to act paranoid. Hmm..

This Sunday at church, pastor is doing a sermon entitled, " Fatal Attraction - Why do we keep picking the wrong mate?" I am definitely going and will probably stand the entire time. Preach pastah, preach!

My appetite has disappeared. I might eat breakfast, usually I don't. I don't eat lunch but may eat a salad and sometimes no dinner. Thing is.. I don't be hungry.

I can't wait to go on vacation, starting May 23rd ... less than a month away.

I haven't been to a concert this year, I want to go see Kanye if he comes to Cleveland.. his last concert was real nice.

I've been listening to Lil' Mo's last cd, that song "Lucky Her" is my jam.

I have to bake 2 cakes, 20 cupcakes and 4 dozen pecan tarts. I need to get to work.

I need to go out this weekend, get me a midori sour and do a line dance or 2 (and no not country line dancing)

Back to work ..

Wednesday, April 23, 2008
posted by thee modern isis at 10:26 AM

That crazy chica Mon tagged me so I guess I have no choice huh?

Here are the rules:

1. Link the person who tagged you…

2. Mention the rules in your blog…

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours

4. Tag 6 bloggers by linking them

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

1. I have a fetish for anything and everything dealing with gadgets. I not so long ago got a T-M.obile D.ash and when the S.idekick LX came out I decided I wanted it. I bartered my D.ash on C.raigslist for a brand new S.KLX and 2 months before this I got a 8 gig i.Pod T.ouch, I so want the 32 gig now.

2. I am a packrat to the 5th power. My second bedroom is a junkroom and I still have boxes of things from when I moved (2.5 years ago). At my grandmother's house, I still have books from when I was in 4th grade and I recently found my old cabbage patch doll with the diaper and my nightgown I put on it many many moons ago.

Wait.. I found my training bra too... that thing won't even cover a nipple now let alone anything else.

3. I have a thing with cleaning my nose and my ears. I will whip out a compact mirror in a second and look in my nostrils to make sure all is well. As for my ears, I use q-tips every other day and I love the way that it feels.

4. When I was little, I used to love the smell of gasoline when my mom used to gas up the car. I don't know what it is, but I still like it.

5. No matter where I am, I always crack my back not to be confused with.. getting my back cracked.

6. I eat extremely s.l.o.w., unless I am starving and haven't eaten in a couple days, I take forever to finish a plate.

And I added a bonus just for good measure. I hate my food touching. For example if the meal is greens, chicken, corn bread and macaroni and cheese then my plate will have on it the chicken and macaroni. The collard greens will be warmed up separately and any excess juice will be drained into the sink. The corn bread will be on a piece of paper towel.

I'm not tagging, do it if ya want.
Monday, April 21, 2008
posted by thee modern isis at 2:33 PM

So since I'm at work and don't want to be here, I've compiled a list of things that I would rather be doing.

Here goes:

  • I would rather be cleaning up my place, I have a thing for the smell of pine-sol when you walk into a home
  • SHOPPING!! The weather is nice and I need to go get that lovely pedicure so I can wear my peep toe shoes.
  • Playing Wii
  • Baking .. I have a couple of pound cakes I need to be making.
  • If gas wasn't so damn high, I could go for a nice long drive with E.ric R.oberson on rotation (I swear Softest Lips was made about me)
  • Sitting on the porch talking to my granny with a glass of lemonade. I swear she is the funniest person I know.

Things that I am doing since I can't do the things I want to do:

  • Printing out a 131 page specification to be duplicated 9 times
  • Creating a spreadsheet of projects with outstanding warranties dating from 181-365+ days old.
  • Shipping out a pre-bid package
  • Waiting on the CM to call me with information on another pre-bid coming soon
  • blogging and reading blogs
  • Trying to get superintendents to sign these damn final inspection forms
  • texting
  • Checking the time

2 hours and 9 minutes left.

Friday, April 11, 2008
posted by thee modern isis at 8:17 AM

So I'm sure we have all heard the term "Cougar". It is defined as a older woman who is on the look out for younger men. Cougars usually are 40 and up while the men they check up on are 20 years their junior.

I think I am in training.

So I am five feet tall... plus a little change here and there. I have a baby face so I am usually carded everywhere I go. Depending on the hairstyles I choose to rock, it can make it better or worse. Last year I was rocking a short, spiked hair style. Now it's in micro braids. I look young.

I get hit on by older dudes that were in the graduating class of 22' as well as younger dudes that just graduated (high school).

SOOooo.. I meet this dude and he approaches me unlike guys my age. He actually has a little suaveness. I see him about once every 3 weeks because I am usually always on the go. A few weeks ago I actually have nothing to do that day so I come home to relax a little and watch a dvd. He's coming outside as I'm going in my complex, so we stop and chat it up for a second. We exchange numbers and we laugh. Later on that day, he sends me a text letting me know that he was glad we actually got the opportunity to talk for a second and whatnot. My curiosity sets in and I shoot him a text asking how old he is. A few seconds later, he answers with.. 19.

I think I stared at the text for a couple of minutes too long because he sends another text asking if he scared me off yet.

He is 19 years old and I'm 7 years older then he is. So I started putting some things into prospective, such as. He does have his own place, his own car, a job at the hospital, in school, no kids.

He's 19 though.

My name is Isis ...

and I'm a cougar in training.