I pick up my men where I pick up my coffee

Okay, so, dress rehearsal is in like an hour, so I have to hurry with typing this. I'm supposed to be coming home to change into my clothes for the show, but being a model I have a certain amount of skill when it comes to changing clothes with speed. I just had to take the opportunity to tell you about what happened to me this morning.

I made a stop off on the way to work to get some coffee. While I was standing in line this FINE man with a briefcase and a suit comes up and just starts talking to me about, ya know, stuff...small talk. Anyway, he says something funny that makes me smile. I give him one of my patented "Sweep the hair out of my face, head half turned, over the side of the shoulder smile" and I can see it hit him just right. He recognized me, but he couldn't remember where from (It was probably from the billboard across the street (that's why I go there for breakfast) but it could be something else.) So we talk a little more and he asked if I was doing anything this weekend. Of course I am, but I tell him I'm not (I can move things around). And he asks if I want to go out for dinner. Natch, I said yes. I'm so excited! I haven't had a date in like a month and even longer with someone I actually thought had any hope!

Alright, I'm gonna catch up on Zuri's blog real quick then I'm gone.

Kisses, Paula.

Don't let your sister use your computer

Just a note for anyone that saw it, somehow Zuri managed to post on my blog. I guess when it said my name at the top, didn't set off any alarms. Anyway, if you thought you saw a post raving about how I'd bought an apartment...not me.

So, if I'm not buying apartments, what am I doing? Well, let me tell you, since you're so interested. I'm really starting to get the hang of this whole "teaching" thing. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'd want to do it like permenantly or anything, but teaching for my year of service was definitely the right choice. When I say choice, I mean I didn't really have any qualifications and my dad kind of pulled some strings so I wouldn't end up getting military service or anything. I mean, if you aren't really in good standing for a particular service proffesion, the odds are pretty good that you get sent to military or medical. I'm not mopping up blood from the ER for a year, thanks anyway.

As I was saying though, teaching chorus has turned out to be a real...I guess my daddy would say, "character building" experience...thing. Before all this started, I couldn't stand children. Even when I was one I didn't really like the idea of being one. When other girls were playing with ponies and drawing rainbows, I was practicing my Naomi Campbell walk and planning after parties. But I really feel like I have a chance to give back to these girls. I mean, some of them can't sing for anything, but they sure try. I want them to get the best experience out of a semester with me as they can.

Speaking of which, there is a date! August 22nd is the first concert for my girls! All new uniforms with make their amazing debut and you can come and be so jealous. lols.

Anyway, I got to get off of this thing and get my beauty sleep. What's that you say? Oh, you're just too kind!

Kisses, Paula

Lying naked in front of a fireplace...

It's been two days and she won't stop talking about this stupid apartment. Yes, I get it, you're a big girl now. Hurrah for you. It's just an apartment, it's not even like you even signed a lease yet. I don't want to seem bitchy or anything, but there's just so much I can take. Here I was, trying to plan something big for her birthday coming up and all she can talk about is how much she can't wait to get away from me!

I don't get what she likes so much about the place. Scratch that, I do. It's totally Zuri, through and through. The place used to be some kind of factory or warehouse or something, then some people bought up the abandoned building and turned it into apartments. It's got those ugly exposed brick walls and the newly replaced but made to looks worn floorboards and the whole place is extra tall. It's just the kind of hipster bullshit I would expect Zuri to go for. Now a woman of taste like myself, I'm going to get an apartment that was actually built to be an apartment. I want some place with carpet and heating and a fireplace. I don't know where I got the idea, but I've always been in love with the idea of laying naked in front of a fireplace. Weird, maybe, but I bet now you're picturing how sexy I would look laying naked in front of a fireplace, right? I mean, really, sexy right?

Anyway, if it weren't for all these service hours I put in teaching I could afford to get myself an apartment now with what I could make from modeling. But no, it's every citizens duty to give a year of their lives to their community. I do like teaching chorus, I do, but it hurts my soul to think that when I'm trying to squeeze an e flat out of done deaf little Maria, I could be lying naked in front of a fireplace.

She could have at least looked at some two bedroom apartments. Am I really that bad to live with?

No really, am I still doing this?

So I have to confess, this is like the twelfth blog I've started, but I think this is the first one where I've made it to two posts. Go me! I got on to read Zuri's and now I'm forced to say, "I can't let Zuri out blog me! I'm way more interesting than she is!" Although, honestly, I saw the girl with her legs kicking out of the trash can, LOL! That was good stuff.

But like...that was me in high school, so a little uncomfortable laughing. Not that I got beat up or ended up in trashcans, far from it. I was the daughter of a General and the countries foremost fashion designer. I never went to school in an outfit that cost less than $400 off the rack. I hung with the most popular girls and I could and did have any boy I want. Zuri was the one getting picked on and usually by me.

What do you want me to say, I feel bad about it? Yeah, I do. I feel bad that for most of our school years I took part in torturing my sister because she was the little mixed girl and I was part of a clique. My bad y'all, gosh.

Anyway, back to what I want to talk about and not my more talk about my very very few faults. Since the modeling is getting in the way of working out at dad's dojo, I've started a regular jogging routine. It's all the physical benefits of working out, plus I get to show all of Durham how hot I am! Bonus! I'm trying to get Zuri to run with me, even though she is keeping up with the dojo workouts. I tried just asking and I don't think that's doing the trick, so I'm moving to guilt at dinner tonight. Wish me luck!

Oh, I almost forgot to talk about my girls! So, as many of you know, for my service year I am teaching at my old high school. My old chorus teacher took me on as her mentee and she even gave me a whole class that's just mine. So my class will be having a super special show, choreographed by yours truly with songs they pick out and...here's the greatest part...my mom is going to help with the costuming. Goodbye sequins and tophats, hello designer fabrics. BEST CHORUS SHOW EVER! Dates to follow, so quit asking already.

Well, I think that's a rap for me. Not that there isn't more to be said about the glorious life of Paula Greene, but I'm you look tired and I could talk all night. You're a dear for listening this long!

Kisses, Paula