Creole Wisdom

no scrubs.

I have been thinking recently.  Over my four years of school I have had some stellar learning experiences.  I feel blessed and fulfilled.  One of the major lessons is this: don't settle, because nothing is sadder than a good woman with a really trifling man.  Okay, certain things are worse than that, but this what we're talking about on my blog this fine evening.

Here is what I mean: people caring more about having someone than the caliber of the someone.  Okay, it's not all about what "your man" can do for you (it is for some), but instead what is fair to put up with.

People are not perfect, but there are some things not worth touching...

drugs addictions
serious psychological issues
can't keep a job
can't live on their own (men who live with mom permanently past the age of 20 concern me)
issues with finances
anger problems

Also, being alone is actually ok.  I think nothing bad about women who don't have boyfriends, in fact, many of my sorority sisters who are smart, funny, kind, and gorgeous don't have serious relationships right now.  They won't settle, and I commend them on that.

What is going on with my generation of men?  Oh Lord, here we go, and it is 10:20pm and I've been to Figlio's for dinner and such!  Goodness! But I am being serious.

Not going to school
Living off mom and dad
Expecting sex always and whenever
Smoking pot
Drinking 40s (cannot even be bothered to pop a cork of lovely champagne!)
(and my personal favorite) want to be be a stay-at-home-dad so "my cougar sugar momma can pay the bills"
having kids (you know what I'm talking about)

Either way, there is no "ready made man," but I truly believe that good things come to those who wait.  And yes, in many ways we deserve what we get. 

fml

So here's my list, graduation is May 17th.  I am really wondering if I am going to make it.  I'm graduating with a BA in gossiping Communications and minor (pending prayers. another post I tell ya) in History. 

Academic Pre-Grad:
•Hand in German History research paper (11 pages!)
•Prepare Nonverbal Group presentation (don't get me started! But I will sum it up for you in one sentence: foreign student who hardly knows English and doesn't want to pull her weight. oy vey!)
•Correct Nonverbal Group paper  (We are on about draft 5, see frustration above)
•Take Nonverbal test
•Take Interviewing final
•Take Holocaust final (organizing a fun study group!)
•Take German oral final (from the instructor grad student who thinks I am a dumb Greek.  And this dear readers, is why you shouldn't wear your letters until after the first graded assignment)
•Order cap & gown
•Pick up graduation tickets : )

Personal Pre-Grad:
•Buy Courtney's bed (so exciting.  I am getting a great deal!)
•Transport bed, chair, lamp, rug, nightstand to new apt (lease starts Sept, but I can use the storage room. yes!)
•Move out of AOII : (
•Send graduation party invites out
•Double check time off at work for PA & DC trip : )
•Sell desk to Katie (schools. out. forever.)
•Pick grad dress and iron gown
•Smile

But... but... but... I just want to go out with my sorority sisters and get happy hour with J and spend my whole weekend working at Melly and watch tons of movies in the basement.  Sorry to disappoint the parents, but I don't think I'm ever going to do this (school) again.  But I will take the gre : )

Can you get a masters degree is home economics with a focus in planning parties?

we go round

I wish I had some cute new photos of J and I to show you all.  But I don't.  I'm exhausted.  I have a million things to do in the next few weeks.  But I will leave you with the above, a favorite of mine.  I love it so much.  I think it is passionate.

J is sweet.  2 recent phone convos:
CW: So, formal is on Friday, and we need to be at AOII at 7:45pm
J: Ok.  I just found out that the University is hosting a concert of Beethoven's 9th symphony.  The 9th is my favorite.
CW: Oh, cool (J paid way more attention in orchestra than I did!)
J: But it's on Friday night, and we're going to go to your formal.  We'll have so much fun and dance

: )

CW: I am so stressed because of x, y, z...
J: Well, it will be okay
CW: I know, you are right
J: Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?
CW: Sure.  I can make it.
J: I just have one small request.  Could you add another sandwich... I get hungry late when I'm in the electrical engineering building.

I'm sorry if it's late and I've lost my mind, but I think he is so sweet for wanting another pb&j to tide him over.  And we've never missed a Wednesday date.  Rain, shine, snow, wind, group meetings...

first day

I know so many of you were looking forward to hearing about my experience working at Melly (the Lilly Pulitzer store here in MN) so here we go...

I know.  To die for.  Certainly one of the most beautiful stores I have ever set foot in.  A pleasure to work in!  Aesthetically pleasing in so many ways from the tiled floor to open ceiling and lighting. 

Working the register... not!  Well, I did, not that hard to learn.  I was nervous about that.  I spent most of the time in different dresses walking around the mall "modeling" with my new boss' grandchildren.  It was a treat.  I love this dress, it is so well made and has a great feature that all strapless dresses need: the fabric dips slightly under the underarms- brilliant design. 

I love this brand. I own three Lilly dresses and they are like pearls to me.  I feel comfortable selling this (expensive) brand because of the quality.  Lilly never goes out of style and dresses that are older never look "old."  I wore a Lilly from 2005 to work and I fit right in.  Of course I had my eye on some new stuff, and that will come once I am working full time : )

Something exciting, and new that Lilly has done is stationary and party supplies.  I am in love with the coasters, note cards, sticky pads, and pens.  Too much!  Too much!

I am drooling over this dress I modeled.  It's amazingly flattering because of the fun bubble bottom.  Those are the cute grandbabies of the owner.  They were my co-models and we had too much fun.  They helped me pick out new dresses to model!  Time of my life!

if you're having stealing problems I feel bad for ya son!

There are a few stories that will go down in college history.  Like when Karen and I threw the nasty food on Sir Philip's porch.  Or Halloween running around on giant downtown avenues with Emma dressed as Amy Winehouse.  And then there was last night...

I went to bed around midnight after going out for a few drinks with J.  It was quiet, usual.  Spring Jam is going on right now, and so people have been busier than usual, but I wanted to sleep. 

3:30 am:
Kate comes home.  "Someone stole all my stuff."  Ok.  Now I'm up, and I'm angry.  She had been dancing at Sigma Chi, her purse at her feet.  Then it dissapeared.  She searched, the guys at SAE helped out.  One of them decided to call her phone, to see if the thief would answer.  And that's where it usually ends.  But oh, not this time.

"Ima cut you white boy" the thief said to the nice SAE "I'll give everything back to you for fifty dollars.  meet me at the McDonald's."

Lord have mercy.  A ransome for a cute brown coach purse and a phone?  So then all the SAE's and the cops and Kate go to McDonald's. 

"I'll be in a blue polo" he said "Ima bring my boys."  He never showed. 

Fast forward to Kate coming home.  So now I am pissed.  You know I had to call her phone.  He picked up.

"Let me tell you something.  You have no idea who you are messing with!  I have no idea who you are, but you do not steal from my friend.  I know people, you can get put in prison.  You will be arrested." 

"You're a b*tch"

"That's right I am!  And you are going to go to prison!"

"Ima cut you!"

"I'm sure.  And I've got my glock with me"

(just kidding, but look at this pretty pink one!)

Then he hung up on me. Guess he was scared.  The credit cards were never used, and the phone got cancelled this morning.  Kate and I have been running around, I bought her lunch, and I think she's feeling better.  I finally got to sleep this morning at 5:30am.

Love my life! I've got 99 problems but friends and comedy ain't one of them!

basic math

photobooth + google + photoshop =

so, I've got some "kinks" I need to work out.  But I've got the hang of it.  I would love to print and hand cut this, but it's getting late.

I think my mother's day and father's day gifts are taken care of. 

And I have wanted to make these since I was a child.  I have always loved silhouettes. 

are you excited?

I usually don't get excited about entertainment.  Do I really have a reason to be?  It took me an entire year to learn how to work the AOII TV because Kate was always with me, and always turned it on, so that left viewing to a minimum.  She's an enabler!  I watch lots of movies at home with J, maybe too many, but what are you supposed to do in the freezing MN winter? But going to movies and watching TV shows... not really my thing.

However.  I cannot wait to see Obsessed.  Can we talk about this for a minute?  What is better than a good mystery involving families and a crazed temp worker?  I have seen the trailer, extended trailer, and trailer with commentary all on youtube, and I have to say that this reminds me greatly of What Lies Beneath.  Another good, good movie. I cannot critique this yet, as it's not in theaters, but I did get a Thursday night pass for two (thanks to people giving Greeks goodies), but I have a night class.  So most likely I'll see it on Saturday. 

I'm excited to see how the race politics play out in this.  I think there's a nasty stereotype that given the oppourtunity, a black man will always leave his [black] wife for a white woman.  There is so much wrong with that.  However, I'm not going to get on interracial relatonships since I am a) in one b) a product of one c) a supporter of them- and wouldn't that defeat my entire up-in-arms spiritual battle?  I just don't like seeing other [black] women getting the short end of the stick!  I love seeing black families portrayed as strong, not in the hood, and beautiful.  Too often it's baby-daddy-broke-you know... sigh, how did I get into this already, Lord it's only 9:22am! But I digress, I love Beoyonce, and I think she is not only beautiful but everything else that a woman should be: confident, smart, and talented.  I am looking forward to seeing this, what do you think? Will you go?  Do you hate Beyonce?  Did you know that "Diva" is a female version of a... good morning!

lady, be bold

Jen gave me an award last week on her blog.  thank you. thank you.

and I must say, that yes, I quite like my life.  I like sorority living and late bedtimes and quite tea in the morning and weekend plans.  yes, I quite like.  wouldn't trade it.  it's kind of fun, and glamorous, and dramatic, and exactly where I should be.  so, I'm glad people like reading about it, because I am just as passionate about it.

the bottom of the matter

Elise's post got me thinking.  How many pairs of shoes do I really have?  I know it's bad, but here's what I own (minus a pair of navy heels, white flip flops, and knee high black boots all living at my parent's).  I am not a "shoe person."  Despite being a girly girl I do not enjoy shoe shopping.  Imagine this insanity that is my reality: I don't think it would be horrible, if I could, to buy an Anthro dress for $150.  I know I'd wear it, love it, and enjoy it.  Although I would wear (out), love, and also enjoy a pair of expensive shoes I won't buy them for myself.  I shoe shop at DSW.  I get uncomfortable about spending $50 on shoes.  Now, don't get me wrong, and I know with your eyes you can see my Uggs and Ugg slippers (thanks dad) I do appreciate nice shoes... but, but... I just cannot bring myself to buy them.

Reason #347 why it's good to be done (almost) with school.  A bit more money to spend on things like shoes instead of textbooks and classes.  I have some big [shoe] dreams, but knowing myself, I'll go more for quanitity at DSW.

What's your shoe story?

under an onyx sky

and just like that, spring is here.  thank you lord! after night class, i stood quietly by the bus stop with one of my buddies.  then guess who bounded down the stairs? j. 

"does surprising you creep you out?" nope.

to town hall we went, and under an onyx sky that was warm we drank beers, eat sweet potato fries with creole sauce, and smiled-