Babs in Blogland

I’ve been doing a lot of salads at lunch lately, which leave me ravenous and evil by about 3pm but whatever.  The thing I hate about salads at work is the dressing.  It’s never good.  I usually keep a bottle of my favorite here.

Recently I discovered this little gem at the market.  Individual packets of dressing.  Perfect portion control!  You all know I love individually wrapped anything!

Yesterday I posted about the potential who compared me to his ex-girlfriend in a particular scenario.  I told you all that it upset me and I abruptly ended the call.  Most of you assumed that is the last of said potential.

Babs is not in the habit of letting good men get away all willy nilly!

Sure he made an error.  Sure it hurt my feelings.  But that doesn’t mean he has been disqualified.  If I disqualified every man the first time they did/said something I didn’t like I’d surely remain single for the rest of my days.

This was his first error.  I let him know I was upset.  I’m hoping it won’t happen again.  Besides, I’ll bet I’ve said/done something he probably didn’t like.  In fact, I’m sure of it.  We all have room for improvement.

Have any of you had a mate do/say something early in the relationship that almost made you walk away but instead you stuck around?  Are you glad you did?  Or do you regret not getting out earlier?

You know, I have sincere affection for my Intern.  He’s funny, he’s entertaining, he’s helpful, he’s dependable and he’s easy on the eyes.  A girl couldn’t ask for more of her BFF.  Oh wait, yes she could.  She could ask that he NOT BE CLUMSY!

Yesterday, blogland’s favorite Intern came over to help me with my toilet.  I knew what needed to be done, I just didn’t have the strength to turn the nut thingy.  Intern came over and was able to get it unscrewed with little effort.  Well, hey, since you are here…let’s go ahead and finish fixing the toilet!

We looked at some of the pics on the instructions and commenced to replacing the part.  We got it all completed and turned on the water and what do you know, water was going everywhere.  What could be have done wrong?  Well, if we had taken the time to actually READ the directions we would see that we forgot an important piece- the rubber seal thingy.  So we, and by we I mean he, had to take everything apart and start all over.  Mission accomplished and now my toilet repair is 50% done.  One toilet down, one to go.

How does that make the Intern clumsy you may be wondering?  Afterwards, we headed to meet my friends for drinks because, you know, it was Tuesday.  The evening called for pizza and beer.  We were having a great time when the Intern was so taken with my beauty and sparkling personality that he knocked 24 ounces of red stripe right into my lap.  I was soaking wet!

Needless to say, that kind of put an end to my evening.  I’m all for wet panties, but not the beer soaked kind.

What do you think about lowering the drinking age from 21 to 18?

I think it should be lowered.  Let’s face it, the laws aren’t currently stopping 18 year olds from drinking.  There are plenty of people that will buy for them, and there are plenty of places that don’t even card.  Moreover, if you are old enough to go to war and fight for your country, then why in the hell can’t you end a long azz day dodging bullets with a cold one?

My boyfriend in college was romantic.  He was affectionate.  He was thoughtful.  He wanted nothing more than to run me baths (which, grody to the max, btw), give me massages or just generally pamper me in some sort of way.  He also wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and embarrassed me on more than one trip home to see the family.  I would cringe when we would break out the trivial pursuit or some other game.  I’ll never forget that one time we played pictionary.  How does one seem dimwitted during pictionary??? Exactly. (more…)

Last night I had the pleasure of dining with two of my favorite bloggers. Wait, we were friends before we were blog junkies. The lines of blogland are very, very blurry ya’l!

Noche in VaHi was the dining location. MiMi and Keyalus were my dining companions. I was excited because it had been two full months since I had laid eyes on Mrs. Keyalus and I am always honored to dine with the Countess.

Monday nights at Noche offers $10 all you can eat tapas. This is a great way to try out a restaurant without breaking the bank. It seemed everyone was getting that deal. So bite-sized plates of salads, chicken with hominy, cod and sticky rice, risotto and maduros were constantly whizzing past us. The food was pretty good. Sure I’ve had better tapas in Atlanta, but not for a ten-spot! My fave dish was the cod and sticky rice. I could have had an entree sized portion of that and called it a day.

I had a mojito and it was just okay, though the server raved about it and it took forever to make. Keyalus did not enjoy her sangria at all. But she ain’t heavy, she’s my brother so I picked up the slack and drank some of hers too. I have to agree, it was just okay.

Overall, I’d have to say the food and drink at Noche was average. However, at that price it is likely that I would be willing to return again. Would I go on a regular night and pay full price? Likely not. There are just too many places in Atlanta to eat.

Noche is a part of the restaurant group that owns Shout, Strip, Lola and Home. Each of the restaurants in the group have some sort of special on one night of the week. Next up, $10 pizza and salad at Lola!

When recounting a recent date, a coworker told me “I’m not going to work hard for something that everyone else got so easily.”  I laughed when I heard this, but then I thought about it and realized he makes complete sense.  Why would a guy jump through hoops when he knows the last walked around them?  I think men like putting in the effort for a woman, but only the right one.  If her past behaviors are suspect, he’s going to take a step back.

But most women aren’t hoochies forever.  Most of them grow out of that phase after they’ve left college and are saddled down with a job and a nordie’s charge card.  Don’t they deserve the extra effort?  What if a girl runs into a guy she knew in college back when she is was a little hoochified.  Now she is respectable, working at the local fortune 500, attending church regularly and, hell, even volunteering in her community.  But the guy doesn’t see all that she has become.  All he sees is what she was. 

How does the reformed hoochie overcome her past?  Move to another city?  Stay away from alumni reunions?  I know most of you will probably say the right guy won’t care about her past, but I don’t think it is unreasonable for a guy to be a little choosy when selecting a partner.  Especially if she was known for being a one-woman pep squad for the football team.

Okay, readers and reformed hoochies, time to chime in!  How does one overcome their past?  Have you overcome yours?  Do you know anyone that has successfully left their hoochiness behind them?

I just like saying hoochie.

Recently, a reader sent me a link to an article about bad ways to break up with someone.  Some of the examples were funny (i.e., using twitter) and some were just flat out cowardly (i.e., using a blog).  When I think of breaking up with someone I think of ending a serious relationship, I regard that as a serious situation.  One that requires a face-to-face conversation.  A long-term relationship is worth at least that.  But these other situations?

If I’ve been dating someone casually for a few weeks or even a couple of months, it still requires some finality, but not necessarily in person.  A phone call will suffice.  An email is cowardly.  A text message is very degrassi junior high.  I’ve been on both the giving and receiving end of these situations.  I respect a man that picks up the phone and tells me he’s just not that into me.  Sure it might bruise my ego, but at least he was man enough to tell me.  I can’t respect the man that chooses the other two routes.

Some people skip over the aforementioned break-up methods and go straight for the chicken run.  They disappear off the face of the fuggin earth.  Don’t get me wrong, I certainly did that to the guy that likes pizza that comes from a hut.  But we had maybe three phone conversations and went out once (and went dutch).  I don’t owe him anything.  But if you have been dating someone for a while or have really vested your time in getting to know someone, abracadabras just won’t work.  It’s rude and it’s hurtful and it says, “I don’t give a sh!t about you. You aren’t worth my time.”

I caution you, gentle readers, to think about your break-up methods the next time you are tasked with ending a relationship.  Why?  Because karma is a muthersucker and the next one might just do the same to you.

This weekend I vowed to keep my happy azz planted firmly on the couch.  I wanted nothing more than to have a refrigerator full of food and to stay snuggled up with my main man tivo and my side piece netflix.  I knew I had two major tasks to get accomplished- car fixed and toilets fixed.  While I was able to get my car fixed on Saturday morning, the toilet is still in disrepair.

I need a man!

There I said it.  No shame in my game.  I gave it a go and I failed.  Now it’s time to get someone over here to help me. (more…)

I am a finalist in the Black Weblog Awards for Best Post for “Head, Head and More Head!”

I’m so excited!  Shouts out to all of you for nominating me!  I think this is the first time I have been nominated for anything since class clown in high school.  It truly is an honor just to be nominated, but it sure would be sweet to win!

Pop on over and vote for your girl, please.  Competition is steep- 4 other nominees.  I need every single one of you to vote.

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