The Ploy

I swear I've got some kind of Spidey senses because after I posted yesterday, I got a gut feeling that Mr. Toolbelt would call me and you guessed it he did; this morning.

I was at the Dr.s office and my phone rang; well actually it spoke. I have a feature on my phone that announces who's calling. Good thing for me I don't have his number stored in my phone, or it would have sounded something like this, "call from The Stalker" or "call from The Asshole" or "Call from Bugaboo" or something else to that effect, which could have been either amusing or offensive to anyone in ear shot. Instead it announced, "call from 516-435-xxxx and I groaned in disbelief. The nurse, as she was drawing blood asked, "do you need to get that?" I furiously shook my head "no" and allowed her to continue on with her business.

Upon leaving the Dr.s office, I went to grab a bite to eat as I had to fast and by then was really hungry. I went back to work and saw the Message Waiting light on my phone flashing. I immediately thought, "I bet that )*%)*#_*^ already called me and left a message before calling my cell. I reluctantly listened to the message, but was pleasantly surprised to find it was someone I actually enjoy talking to. Figuring I might as well find out what the hell Mr. Toolbelt wanted (he'd left a message), I check my voice mail. He announces who he is (like I wouldn't recognize his voice) and then tells me that I have something of his and that I should call him about it. I chuckle. It's his ploy to get me to call him. I chuckle again.

I do in fact have his authentic Christian Dior sunglesses, which I've had since late August mind you. They look great on me and I honestly was going to keep them. *lol* Anyway, my chuckle now turns into full blown laughter because I think it's hilarious that all of a sudden he realizes that I have them and he wants them back. I guess he figures I'll call him back and then he can try and engage me in conversation...NOT! I'm too slick to get caught out there like that. So, here's how it's going to go down...

1...Find said sunglasses

2...Package them up

3...Address package to my cuz

4...Call her to let her know to expect a package from me and that she needs to give it to her b/f who's friends with Mr. Toolbelt and he can give them to him for me.

5...Aniticipate another phone call once he gets them back.

I've got a feeling I'll probably get another phone call before I even get the sunglasses in the mail, but unless he catches me at work, he won't hear my voice in his ear.

I swear, I just don't get folk, but I'm getting that some of them can be a form of perverse amusement for a twisted mind like mine. *hysterically LMBAO*

Love to live; live to love!

Ruffling Feathers

Those who know me; know I’m not one for conflict and drama. It is a monumental peeve of mine and no matter how you slice it; I’d rather not deal. However, there are occasions when I know I have to face the fire or voice my distain for a situation. Yesterday was one of those occasions.

After realizing that a situation I knew much about came to a head, I couldn’t help but voice my thoughts about it, though the other parties weren’t really aware of the extent of my awareness. I’m one for laying low in the cut and I tend not to reveal things I may have overheard as I feel it’s none of my business. This kind of gives me a voyeuristic observation of things and oft times when I do have to speak up; I’m able to provide an insight that may have been overlooked.

The case in question has had me pissed off for some time as the offender has the misguided impression that the world revolves around her and that gives her the right to lie; manipulate; treat people as her personal toilet paper; and other such offenses. Being that I’m a grown ass woman with little time for that kind of drama, I tend not be bothered with her simple ass. However, there are others very close to me who are subjected to her delusions of grandeur. From the little I’ve spoke on the situation, my opinion is that I don’t want to see good people get fucked over by her or anyone like her. I’m a firm believer in victims becoming survivors and those, this brat is offending don’t deserve one iota of the treatment they’re getting.

Now, you may be wondering where I fit into this fucked up equation, so I’ll tell you. Well, chick decided to put my name in her mouth and inquire about things that are of no consequence to her. WRONG MOVE! In addition, she’s offended me a time or few and I’ve for the most part let it slide; however, I haven’t forgotten and she’s been checked for her lack of decorum and/or manners. Well, back to the point. In her verbal rampage, she seemed to overlook the fact that I’ve (on more than one occasion) overheard her running her mouth; a fact that I’ve now made public seeing as she decided to put my name in her mouth. All bets are off now and she best to pray that I’m not somehow in a position to blow her spot up. It’s a bad move to mistake what I don’t say for ignorance; trust and believe the Jewel is far from that. Being feline natured has afforded me the opportunity to lay low, observe, and then attack if/when provoked. That time has come. In addition, it’s warranted because the parties she’s offended are near and dear to me as I’ve said and like the mother I am; I protect mine.

So, if you hear of some strange fall out in NJ or some major change in atmospheric pressure, it could be that chick has been atomized by the many who want to take down the one.

Peace!