Words That Rhyme
Saturday, November 29th, 2008dark, stark, lark, park, bark, quark, ark, hark!
This is vague, I know. Keep “cheeking” back to find out more. You know you want to!
Archive for November, 2008
I’m Thankful
Wednesday, November 26th, 2008I’m thankful that when this mediocre fella broke up with me, I took back the Pampered Chef items I had given to him, especially the mixing bowl with lid. It surely makes baking for my new boo quite pleasant.
Ooey gooey.
Let Us Give Thanks
Saturday, November 22nd, 2008This time of year is my favorite- most definitely. About this time last year, I met Redd. Cute, preppy Redd. I’m sure I’ve mentioned him before in my blog. Quite a character, he is.
The night before Thanksgiving last year, several of my work friends and I went out; Redd came to meet up with us. After the bar closed, Marga, Redd, and I came back to my condo to hang out. Our office Christmas party was coming up soon and I had just gotten this hott little number to wear. I just had to get the perfect little black dress because everyone at the office called my date “The Hottest Man Alive”-which barely even did him justice. I digress.
Marga, Redd and I were all in my bedroom and I was showing them my new threads. We talked and talked and all ended up falling asleep in my cozy bed. Marga woke me up about 5 in the a.m. or so to tell me that she was leaving. Redd roused from his sleep as well. And walked to my bathroom. In his underwear.
It was really awkward. And funny. Marga and I are not the type of people to hold laughter in. He got laughed at- until we fell asleep again. But really, who just takes off their pants and hangs out (literally) in their underwear when you’re in the company of others whom you aren’t going to get to know in the Biblical sense?
So at this time, I would like to give thanks- thanks to those guys out there that have brought awkward moments upon themselves or witnessed my awkward moments because it’s times like those that are just priceless.
Disclaimer
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008Please note: The stories in this blog are true stories as recounted by Cheeky Cherry (myself). I own all of the images/video that you see/will see on this blog. I use this blog as a vehicle for freedom of speech. Names are made-up to protect the identities of friends and ex-lovers.
If you are a disgruntled ex due to my blog entries, please know that had you not given me reason to tell these stories, I wouldn’t have been able to amuse so many others. Please refrain from texting, emailing, or calling me just to weasel your way back into my life. We’ve played that game before and I’m not as naive as I used to be. On the contrary to how my blog reads, I am actually totally head over heels for the hott, artistic musician whom is my sweet, sweet Italian lover. I understand that I unfortunately had to take the bad to appreciate the good that I have now.
Give Me the World
Thursday, November 13th, 2008My grandmother passed away. It’s been hard dealing with, but was very much a relief when she finally did pass because she had been comatose for three weeks with no chance of coming back.
Zack and I have been dating for about 2 months. He had never met my grandmother, but came to the services to be there for me, which was very thoughtful.
Zack was being introduced to everyone under the sun, including my brother’s best friend’s dad. Quite the jokester, Mr. Charlie is. He asked Zack what he was giving me for Christmas (jokingly of course). I didn’t know if Zack knew he was joking or not, so I instantly said “He’s giving me the world.”
Now, i was trying to save Zack from an awkward position, but instead ended up in it myself, when my boy replied, “You’re going to be really disappointed!” Everyone thought that was hilarious. Yeah, real funny Zack…you big jerkface.
Of course, it got around the whole funeral home how “hilarious” Zack was; it even got back to my dad. I’m always getting picked on by the fam and they were so happy I found a guy who will pick on me as well. Good thing the response was the perfect way to get in good with my family. Really.
They adore him.
