A Rose by any other name is still edible, can I get a *Amen* bruthas and sistahs!

I awoke on Saturday with a loaded agenda, first off to work to cover for ailing employee.....pick up dad's bday gift, stop at grocery store.....come home ****frazzled***** it's 2:30 and I haven't changed into my church clothes yet, the phone rings..it's the sister saying that they are close to my apartment....I ran around in my bra and panties cursing like a mad woman...heh. Sis arrives, I finish dressing....no make up, fuck....ack. We head to Olympia to meet with some family for and early dinner. We ate, yum......my nieces covered me in pasta, fun...it's great having noodles stuck to your ass. My sister realizes that she didn't bring a present for our step dad, so we're off to Target, my youngest niece Aimee kept trying to escape the confines of the shopping cart, I threatened I'd tell her Nana she was bad, she pouted and literally bitched me out saying I was a mean Auntie, then some crazy, geriatric wench with a thick ass russian accent Target employee comes and tickles Aimee and tells her she should listen to her grandma.......I turn and look at the near death and apparently blind employee and say...."yeah...she should listen to her god damned grandma" I quietly crumble and push the basket and my bitchy niece over to the make-up department to buy myself a nice youthful glow, we made our purchases and I ran out of the store to sneak a quick cig as not to smoke in front of the nieces who now, through the ever present anti tabacco campaign on the boob tube think I'm trying to kill myself and constantly ask me to quit being mean to myself with the nasty ciggarettes. After I extinguished the cig I met them at the van where I proceeded to apply the youthful glow before we were to meet our family for a celebration of Black History Month at my parents church. My parents attend a predominately black church and if you haven't ever experienced this, get yer ass there! I'm not particularly religious but when I'm at this church I almost believe that God is up there and he knocked up some wench as to bring us a messiah to save us from our sins, not to say I sin regularly, but when I do, fuck me with Hail Mary's, yikes. We enter the church and I didn't go up in flames, always a good sign. So, like a good daughter I watched the choir sing their joyous angst (my step dad is the only whitey in the mix ;) ) and I watched my niece Hanna find the spirit of the lord and dance her ass off. She did her freaky dances and we all *Amen'd* and *hallelujah'd* fascinating event. At the end of the evening, all sweaty and tired (it's hard work praising the lord African American style), We made our way back north exhausted and god ridden, amen.

On arriving home I had a birthday party to attend to.....my friends were already at my apartment it's 11 pm, I'm exhausted and having nicotine withdrawl, we leave. We reached the ever hideous party destination of PJ Pockets and made our entrance, as usual I found my throne and plopped my ample ass down for the next three odd hours. I was fawned over, fondled and kissed repeatedly as I tried to resurrect my fatigued body with Vodka Tonics. As the novelty of my cuteness began to wane I had some time to just relax and unwind in the midst of the pounding music I found a quiet moment in my mind (the Vodka kicked in)......I reflected on the day's events and thought of what I'd do with my one day off, I chatted with some friends, had some more drinks, danced once or twice then I ate someone's rose.....yes....it was there, it was red and I ate it. Foliage is good, and yes I would have to agree that eating a rose is an act of a crazy person, but I rationalize it with the fact is was just so pretty I had to eat it and I'm pretty sure it's not a sin to um....eat a rose. So, that was my Saturday, my body aches and I have no hang over......can I get a *amen* I've got loads to do today....like find my bedroom floor.....intresting concept and dangerous adventure, I'm sure that in its self will be a blog entry.....Hallelujah!