IZZIE AND GEORGE-

I know what it is like to be Izzie in a way. I haven't ever slept with any women's husband, or even flirted with another woman's husband for that matter, nor would I. However, I have been really good friends with a guy and somehow that friendship has blossomed into something more between us. I completely understand the awkwardness of switching from best friends to lovers and how once you turn that corner you can never really go back to being what you once were.

When it doesn't work out, it is pretty devastating because not only do you lose a love relationship but you truly lose your best friend as well.

(sigh)

Good luck with that.

I AM BAAAAAAAACK!

SO. My friend who I like to call 'America's Next Top Model' or ANTM for short sent me a text, talkin bout' "Can you update your blog?"

What can I say...When my fans call...I must respond.

I am back with a few pieces of utter insanity.

First and foremost, my hair has been outshining my face.

Seriously?

Uh...let me explain. For the last few weeks my hair has been jammin'. People have been flagging me down in grocery stores, parking lots, church etc., just to tell me my hair is cute. And I have to admit, it is pretty bangin'. I am rocking twist outs every week and my hair just does what it do, and I love it.

But a few days ago, I was in the mirror and my eyes shifted between my face and my hair...back to my face...then to my hair, all of a sudden I started wondering if I my face had lost its cuteness. And then, because you know I take it there and I had to put on a contest with me as the judge.

Hair, full and free-2 points.
Face, clear and clean-2 points.
Hair-textured and strong-4 points.... Yeah, y'all know I am crazy.

Next item.

I have been getting to work on time all week. It is miraculous. I am scheduled to be to work at 9am. I generally roll in around 10a. Before you start invoking stereotypes of black people being late to the job, please know that I work in a large corporation where many directors (Black, White or Striped) roll in around 9:30a or 10a. Heck, my supervisor usually isn't to work until roughly 10:30am. But now that I am able to get ready in 45 minutes, I am not really sure why I was getting to work late in the first place? I am a little puzzled as to what my shiftless behind was doing with that extra hour.

Moving on.

I have to make lists or my life falls apart.
There I said it.
It is true folks. Bills don't get paid, folks don't get called. Work doesn't get done.
The world nearly ends.
I made a call list yesterday and I took it out while I was getting my hair done.
My stylist was like "You have to write down your mother on your call list."
Uh, did I not just tell you my life falls apart without a list!

That's it for now. Ima watch Grey's.

Holla at me in the comments.