I guess that when you want to lose weight, all you can do is think about food. So another day, another post about what I want to eat. Tonight I'm having sushi compliments of Fujiyama Mama and a lovely little cheap ass bottle of wine that I found on my quest for the mysterious Nuvo that I hear about all the time on the Wendy Williams Experience. I really cannot understand why I can't seem to find this anywhere; I'm starting to feel like it is a figment of my overactive imagination! But at any rate, that's what's for dinner.
Today is Friday, I have the weekend off, and it is supposed to snow again tonight, so I have lots of hours of uninterrupted television watching and reading ahead of me. Hope you guys have a good one!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Bon Apetit
I wish I could say that I have been trying to lose weight, because I haven't. Not at ALL. But I really would LOVE to drop some major pounds; now if only they would meltaway on their own! Today I got inspired to cook something moderately healthy for dinner, so I consulted my favorite easy to follow chef: Rachel Ray. So tonight we're having (well, we actually already had) Crab-Stuffed Portabellos and Citrus-Mustard Dressed Greens.
Oh.
My.
Goodness.
The crab stuffing turned out a little less solid and dry than I would have expected, but it was oh so good. And the citrus dressing for the salad was FANTASTIC. It had me looking through the grocery store for 20 minutes looking for some freaking lemon curd, but it was so worth it. I also made some biscuits with something else I found while trolling through the grocery store for that damn lemon curd: pumpkin butter. Now I was late to the bandwagon with the apple butter because it always looked so nasty to me whenever I saw people eating it with their biscuits at Cracker Barrel (one time for Jefferson Avenue in Newport News!!). But I came around one day, and now I'm addicted, so when I saw the pumpkin butter next to it today in the grocery store, I simply HAD to try. Fantasmo.
Good eats.
Oh.
My.
Goodness.
The crab stuffing turned out a little less solid and dry than I would have expected, but it was oh so good. And the citrus dressing for the salad was FANTASTIC. It had me looking through the grocery store for 20 minutes looking for some freaking lemon curd, but it was so worth it. I also made some biscuits with something else I found while trolling through the grocery store for that damn lemon curd: pumpkin butter. Now I was late to the bandwagon with the apple butter because it always looked so nasty to me whenever I saw people eating it with their biscuits at Cracker Barrel (one time for Jefferson Avenue in Newport News!!). But I came around one day, and now I'm addicted, so when I saw the pumpkin butter next to it today in the grocery store, I simply HAD to try. Fantasmo.
Good eats.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Breaking News
If you're a member of the Blogger Familia Book Club (or whatever our lame ass group of readers is called), listen to this. Since I only know of one (two?) people who participate in this little venture, it probably won't mean much. But oh well... it was an announcement.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Wowwwwww
Another day off, another day of television... damn, I need a new hobby! While I was catching up on my DVR, I was watching this show that comes on MTV called America's Best Dance Crew. When I first saw the commercials for this, I thought it was gonna be wack because it's a Randy Jackson show. BUT..... I watched one episode and I was HOOKED. There is this one dance crew who does all of their routines on skates. They aren't as good technically as some of the other crews, but because they're on skates, it looks CRAZY hot. Check them out...
There's this Asian crew that is FIRE... who knew that Asian people had this much rhythm? They kill it every week, but here is their latest performance...
There's this all male crew called Status Quo who hasn't been doing very well, but somehow they manage to get saved every week. Last week this one guy injured his ankle and was told by ALL the doctors not to perform this week. But they were in the bottom two and had to battle another group to stay in the game. The trick for them was that they had to perform part of their routine upside down, and their song was Soulja Boy. Okay.... the guy with the bum ankle is the one who is jumping OVER the kid who is acting as the jumprope. FIRE.
The best crew on the show according to the judges every week is this group of guys called JabbaWockeez They really do kill it every week.
But the real reason for this post was another crew on the show. They are called Live in Color, and it's a group of young Black guys and girls who dance like FIRE. HOWEVER... every week the crews dance and the judges throw in a little twist to their routines. This week Live in Color had to dance to DJ Unc's "Two Step," and the trick to their routine was that they had to change clothes in the middle of the dance. Cool... they were all dressed in blue and yellow. Cool. But one of the guys had on a Sigma Gamma Rho tshirt. To his credit, the bottom of the Rho was cut off, so it looked like... I don't know. Errrrrrrrr???? Is that some new shit like the MIAKA's or that Delta fraternity **snicker** down in Texas? At first I figured, "okay, maybe he will be the one switching his shirt with one of the girls." Umm.... not so much. He rocked that bad boy the ENTIRE time. Priceless.
There's this Asian crew that is FIRE... who knew that Asian people had this much rhythm? They kill it every week, but here is their latest performance...
There's this all male crew called Status Quo who hasn't been doing very well, but somehow they manage to get saved every week. Last week this one guy injured his ankle and was told by ALL the doctors not to perform this week. But they were in the bottom two and had to battle another group to stay in the game. The trick for them was that they had to perform part of their routine upside down, and their song was Soulja Boy. Okay.... the guy with the bum ankle is the one who is jumping OVER the kid who is acting as the jumprope. FIRE.
The best crew on the show according to the judges every week is this group of guys called JabbaWockeez They really do kill it every week.
But the real reason for this post was another crew on the show. They are called Live in Color, and it's a group of young Black guys and girls who dance like FIRE. HOWEVER... every week the crews dance and the judges throw in a little twist to their routines. This week Live in Color had to dance to DJ Unc's "Two Step," and the trick to their routine was that they had to change clothes in the middle of the dance. Cool... they were all dressed in blue and yellow. Cool. But one of the guys had on a Sigma Gamma Rho tshirt. To his credit, the bottom of the Rho was cut off, so it looked like... I don't know. Errrrrrrrr???? Is that some new shit like the MIAKA's or that Delta fraternity **snicker** down in Texas? At first I figured, "okay, maybe he will be the one switching his shirt with one of the girls." Umm.... not so much. He rocked that bad boy the ENTIRE time. Priceless.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I Smoked the TV, Momma!!!
Oh how I wish that I didn't have to work on Sundays. When I was hired, I SPECIFICALLY told my boss that Sundays were for church, and that I would happily work more of ANY other day just so that I don't have to work on Sundays. What happens? TODAY HAPPENS. Welcome inside the world of a retail pharmacist in a small New Jersey chain pharmacy. ENJOY!!!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Listen
Okay, I don't honestly remember what today's voice post is about, but I wanted to put at least a few words here because I hate seeing that ugly gray and yellow thing across my blog when I am recording.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Oh The Weather Outside is Frightful!!!
Hey guys, not many words today. Just that I, once again and as usual, HEART BARACK OBAMA!!!!!
I woke up this morning to about six or so inches of snow on the ground, on the steps of my house, on my car... well, you get the point. If you want to hear my dismay live in color, check out my voice post here or just listen on the little red widget at the bottom.
Okay... more "In Treatment," and then beddy bye for work tomorrow. Maybe I'll call you guys from work. **ooh!! ahhh!!! pharmacy post!!!** LMFAO!!
I woke up this morning to about six or so inches of snow on the ground, on the steps of my house, on my car... well, you get the point. If you want to hear my dismay live in color, check out my voice post here or just listen on the little red widget at the bottom.
Okay... more "In Treatment," and then beddy bye for work tomorrow. Maybe I'll call you guys from work. **ooh!! ahhh!!! pharmacy post!!!** LMFAO!!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Television, Politics, Books, and Family
Evening, guys... another day off, another 24 hours of complete lack of productivity. I guess I should enjoy it since I have to work through the weekend, huh?
Is it just me, or was the season finale of Nip/Tuck pure GARBAGE? I just watched it on DVR, and I was sooooooo disappointed. Granted, this season as a whole has been pretty drab, but the crazy stalker fake agent lady with the Arthur the Aardvark glasses stabbing Sean in the back in the las scene? Not so much, and tres predictable. Oh well, as many of you are probably saying to yourselves: it's just television, Mo. Chill. Okay, chilled.
But speaking of television, raise your hands if you plan to watch Barack Obama roll over Hillary Clinton yet again, my bad, the Democratic Presidential candidate debate.
**waving both hands in the hair**
ME, ME , ME!!!!! According to my CNN countdown, it will be on in 49 minutes and 17, 16, 15 seconds. SI SE PUEDE!!!
I feel strange, guys. This whole thing with my birth parents is so... strange. I don't want anyone to think that I am not grateful to have found them or that I feel any kind of animosity toward either party. It's just that I really don't feel anything at all. Because I didn't enter into the search with any expectations or holes that needed to be filled, I don't feel any differently now that I have located them. John asked me today how I felt now that I have "had time to digest the whole thing." Honestly? I feel like someone who has just read a really interesting story and who wants to tell everyone she knows (plus Oprah) about it. I'm not excited. I'm not overwhelmed. I'm not happy. I'm just.... the same. As far as I can see, Maureen and John are interesting people with interesting lives and an interesting history that somehow is intertwined with mine. Would I like to learn more about them? Sure. Would I like to meet more of this so-called family of mine? Sure, why not. But not because I just can't wait to add to my collection of cousins, aunts, and uncles. Just because they will be more interesting people to add depth to the story. **sigh** I accuse people all the time of being emotional cripples, as if I am some deep, insightful, empathetic person who feels everything and tunes into everyone. Not so much. I am just a woman who met two new people who, through some biological twist of fate, happen to be my parents. I was thinking that maybe I am so nonchalant because, at least as far as Maureen is concerned, she is white, and you all have to know by now that I am not the biggest fan of white people. I grew up in a Black family with Black friends in Black churches and in the shadow of Black idols.... it is so weird to be connected by blood to this white woman from Ohio. Again, no offense is intended here... I just feel disconnected. And as for John... well, I'll choose my words carefully since the walls have ears up in here
**hey computer geek nephew who found me online... how YOU doin?**
I like him. He is Black (yay! Score one for the home team), so that immediately makes the situation at least a little more comfortable. He is funny and kind of charming, but it's just that... he is so happy about this whole thing, and in a way, I am happy for him. But happy in a sense that is disconnected from the situation. Almost as if I am floating in the air above our meeting and taking it all in, but not really a part of the whole thing. He has wanted a daughter for as long as he can remember, but the difference is, I have had a father, and he is pretty cool. So this new father thing is taking some getting used to. But at the same time that I say to myself it's okay not to be all gung ho abouthim, I start to feel that tiny little twinge of guilt around my sternum... guess those are my heartstrings. It's kind of like what I say to people when they are excited about something WAY out of proportion to how I feel about it:
Okay, right now you're at like a 13, and I need you to bring it on down to about... let's say a 2. Mmkay? Thanks.
But I can't say that to him because he is happy and his sisters are happy and his mother is happy (I think) and.... well, you get it. Everybody is happy. Contrast it with Maureen's part of the world where the only person who is happy is her because no one else knows. Yeah- get at that.
Anyway... it's almost debate time, and my steaks are almost done, so... oh yeah, one more thing. Book club starts Sunday with Love in the Time of Cholera. So if you have it or want to buy it, and want to read it with us, you have 72 hours to get started. Smooches!
Is it just me, or was the season finale of Nip/Tuck pure GARBAGE? I just watched it on DVR, and I was sooooooo disappointed. Granted, this season as a whole has been pretty drab, but the crazy stalker fake agent lady with the Arthur the Aardvark glasses stabbing Sean in the back in the las scene? Not so much, and tres predictable. Oh well, as many of you are probably saying to yourselves: it's just television, Mo. Chill. Okay, chilled.
But speaking of television, raise your hands if you plan to watch Barack Obama roll over Hillary Clinton yet again, my bad, the Democratic Presidential candidate debate.
**waving both hands in the hair**
ME, ME , ME!!!!! According to my CNN countdown, it will be on in 49 minutes and 17, 16, 15 seconds. SI SE PUEDE!!!
I feel strange, guys. This whole thing with my birth parents is so... strange. I don't want anyone to think that I am not grateful to have found them or that I feel any kind of animosity toward either party. It's just that I really don't feel anything at all. Because I didn't enter into the search with any expectations or holes that needed to be filled, I don't feel any differently now that I have located them. John asked me today how I felt now that I have "had time to digest the whole thing." Honestly? I feel like someone who has just read a really interesting story and who wants to tell everyone she knows (plus Oprah) about it. I'm not excited. I'm not overwhelmed. I'm not happy. I'm just.... the same. As far as I can see, Maureen and John are interesting people with interesting lives and an interesting history that somehow is intertwined with mine. Would I like to learn more about them? Sure. Would I like to meet more of this so-called family of mine? Sure, why not. But not because I just can't wait to add to my collection of cousins, aunts, and uncles. Just because they will be more interesting people to add depth to the story. **sigh** I accuse people all the time of being emotional cripples, as if I am some deep, insightful, empathetic person who feels everything and tunes into everyone. Not so much. I am just a woman who met two new people who, through some biological twist of fate, happen to be my parents. I was thinking that maybe I am so nonchalant because, at least as far as Maureen is concerned, she is white, and you all have to know by now that I am not the biggest fan of white people. I grew up in a Black family with Black friends in Black churches and in the shadow of Black idols.... it is so weird to be connected by blood to this white woman from Ohio. Again, no offense is intended here... I just feel disconnected. And as for John... well, I'll choose my words carefully since the walls have ears up in here
**hey computer geek nephew who found me online... how YOU doin?**
I like him. He is Black (yay! Score one for the home team), so that immediately makes the situation at least a little more comfortable. He is funny and kind of charming, but it's just that... he is so happy about this whole thing, and in a way, I am happy for him. But happy in a sense that is disconnected from the situation. Almost as if I am floating in the air above our meeting and taking it all in, but not really a part of the whole thing. He has wanted a daughter for as long as he can remember, but the difference is, I have had a father, and he is pretty cool. So this new father thing is taking some getting used to. But at the same time that I say to myself it's okay not to be all gung ho abouthim, I start to feel that tiny little twinge of guilt around my sternum... guess those are my heartstrings. It's kind of like what I say to people when they are excited about something WAY out of proportion to how I feel about it:
Okay, right now you're at like a 13, and I need you to bring it on down to about... let's say a 2. Mmkay? Thanks.
But I can't say that to him because he is happy and his sisters are happy and his mother is happy (I think) and.... well, you get it. Everybody is happy. Contrast it with Maureen's part of the world where the only person who is happy is her because no one else knows. Yeah- get at that.
Anyway... it's almost debate time, and my steaks are almost done, so... oh yeah, one more thing. Book club starts Sunday with Love in the Time of Cholera. So if you have it or want to buy it, and want to read it with us, you have 72 hours to get started. Smooches!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
How I Spent My Day
I just realized that usually when I am off, I spend a large portion of the day Internet shopping and posting Couture Fridays (or whatever day it is) on my blog. Damn, I missed the opportunity today! Ah well... this morning I got up early and went to run an errand for Bishop and then I dipped by the gas station for some Five Cent Off Tuesday gas... yay! Up for $2.72 gas!!! After that, I came home and vegged out for a while. I caught up with all of the episodes of "Making the Band 4" that I've been saving on DVR. So many things to comment on, but I am so late and everyone else has been doing their recaps, so I won't bother. But my personal fave of all the episodes? BITCHASSNESS. Oh yes, my beloved bitchassness. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.... Diddy is sooooooooooooo right. Bitchassness is DEFINITELY an epidemic in today's society, and I have SO adopted it as my new philosophy. There will be no bitchassness in Bad Boy, I mean Mo's World. LMAO
So after a little television - no too much television - I left the house and went out to my favorite place: Barnes and Noble. HOORAH!!!! While at the lovely B&N, I picked up twelve, count em, TWELVE books. Here's the rundown:
Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Love Across Italy, India and Indonesia by Elizabeth Gilbert
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
Love in the Time of Cholera and Memoirs of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
6th Target and 7th Heaven by James Patterson
Some Love, Some Pain, Sometime by J. California Cooper
The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother by James McBride
Dreams From My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance by Barack Obama
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
I am sooooooo looking forward to breaking into this stack of books with my three new bookmarks. And my rib and I are starting a little book club, so I have somebody to read with me. Yay!
So here is the part of the blog where I live to regret it the next day. Blog readers: if you have read this blog at least five times, I am talking to you. You have read my thoughts, been a voyeur for my vents, and peeped some of my not so fine moments. So my question to you is this: what kind of person do you think I am? Now, YES, I do realize that you can't formulate any sort of definitive judgement about me based on some words on a page, and I am always the main one saying that people need to stop boxing me in because I made a sarcastic comment on someone's page. But this has a point, and I'll share it with you soon... what do you think about me?
Oh yeah, and please do listen to the voice post below... it's the story of how I met my birth father this weekend. **SPOILER**
So after a little television - no too much television - I left the house and went out to my favorite place: Barnes and Noble. HOORAH!!!! While at the lovely B&N, I picked up twelve, count em, TWELVE books. Here's the rundown:
Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Love Across Italy, India and Indonesia by Elizabeth Gilbert
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
Love in the Time of Cholera and Memoirs of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
6th Target and 7th Heaven by James Patterson
Some Love, Some Pain, Sometime by J. California Cooper
The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother by James McBride
Dreams From My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance by Barack Obama
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
I am sooooooo looking forward to breaking into this stack of books with my three new bookmarks. And my rib and I are starting a little book club, so I have somebody to read with me. Yay!
So here is the part of the blog where I live to regret it the next day. Blog readers: if you have read this blog at least five times, I am talking to you. You have read my thoughts, been a voyeur for my vents, and peeped some of my not so fine moments. So my question to you is this: what kind of person do you think I am? Now, YES, I do realize that you can't formulate any sort of definitive judgement about me based on some words on a page, and I am always the main one saying that people need to stop boxing me in because I made a sarcastic comment on someone's page. But this has a point, and I'll share it with you soon... what do you think about me?
Oh yeah, and please do listen to the voice post below... it's the story of how I met my birth father this weekend. **SPOILER**
My Sunday with John
While I realize that it appears as if I am now utter crazy, I promise that I'm not. But today is my day off, so I needed to fill up some time. I forgot that I hadn't told you guys the story of my weekend (or more specifically my Sunday), so... wanna here it? Here it go.
Mobile post sent by X Factor using Utterz.
My Very First Utter.... Embrace It
I did it.... I jumped on the bandwagon and recorded my very first utter. **sigh** I really didn't have much to say, but maybe I will later.
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
Long As I Live...
Yesterday was my one day off this week, so I spent it doing what I do best... sleeping and eating. Well, I did do a few loads of laundry in between all that, lol.
I was sleeping around 5 when my girlfriend called to ask me if Eric and I wanted to go to Atlantic City to see Avant and Carl Thomas? Not really. Do I want to pay for the privilege when I have to get up for work the next day at 6 a.m.? No ma'am. But the tickets were free and I didn't have to drive because we had a limo. Umm.... did you ask me if I wanted to ball out to Atlantic City and spend only a few dollars to tip the driver? Yes, please.
So I put on my best "I no longer have to dress like a whore to get attention because I'm 30 years old and love myself" tank top and skinny jeans with my black crocodile peeptoe pumps and my brand new matching bag (go pharmacy!), pulled my hair back into a clip, and climbed into the party-mobile.
**disclaimer: no, we are not the losers that you see pulling up to random parties in a limo with clothes from Old Navy. We only did that because her brother is this international poker player (who knew that we played competitive poker?), and I honestly think that he owns half of Atlantic City and maybe a quarter of Las Vegas**
Anyway... we get there and check into the penthouse suite even though we have NO intention of being there past 2 a.m. and drop off our coats. Then we walk over to the House of Blues and catch Carl Thomas right in the middle of "Summer Rain."
They'd started 90 minutes late, so our asses were right on time! Some ridiculously large man showed us to this cute little booth over the stage where I proceeded to drink Hypnotiq and pineapple (hey- us beige people drink Hypno too!) until Avant's set was finished. He was surprisingly good, but he looks a lot like Fifel the Mouse.
After the show we went back to the suite, ordered a gang of food from room service, and stuffed our faces. Then back to the limo where I promptly stretched out and fell fast asleep. Yay for two hour limo rides, good food, and free shit!
I was sleeping around 5 when my girlfriend called to ask me if Eric and I wanted to go to Atlantic City to see Avant and Carl Thomas? Not really. Do I want to pay for the privilege when I have to get up for work the next day at 6 a.m.? No ma'am. But the tickets were free and I didn't have to drive because we had a limo. Umm.... did you ask me if I wanted to ball out to Atlantic City and spend only a few dollars to tip the driver? Yes, please.
So I put on my best "I no longer have to dress like a whore to get attention because I'm 30 years old and love myself" tank top and skinny jeans with my black crocodile peeptoe pumps and my brand new matching bag (go pharmacy!), pulled my hair back into a clip, and climbed into the party-mobile.
**disclaimer: no, we are not the losers that you see pulling up to random parties in a limo with clothes from Old Navy. We only did that because her brother is this international poker player (who knew that we played competitive poker?), and I honestly think that he owns half of Atlantic City and maybe a quarter of Las Vegas**
Anyway... we get there and check into the penthouse suite even though we have NO intention of being there past 2 a.m. and drop off our coats. Then we walk over to the House of Blues and catch Carl Thomas right in the middle of "Summer Rain."
They'd started 90 minutes late, so our asses were right on time! Some ridiculously large man showed us to this cute little booth over the stage where I proceeded to drink Hypnotiq and pineapple (hey- us beige people drink Hypno too!) until Avant's set was finished. He was surprisingly good, but he looks a lot like Fifel the Mouse.
After the show we went back to the suite, ordered a gang of food from room service, and stuffed our faces. Then back to the limo where I promptly stretched out and fell fast asleep. Yay for two hour limo rides, good food, and free shit!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
XSively Yummalicious
I hyped up the sushi from this restaurant a few weeks ago; one, because I am such a fat ass, and also because I was so excited about seeing my friends and linesisters. Well, this past weekend I went down to Baltimore for my best friend and linesister's 31st birthday party. Her sister planned this surprise dinner at XS downtown with several of our chapter Sorors and her brother and sister-in-law. I have spent a lot of time in Baltimore, but had never been to this place before. I caught the train down, so I didn't have a car. My girlfriend dropped me off at the resturant, so I had my luggage with me looking like all kinds of bag lady, and it was POURING down rain too! When I staggered into the resturant, I was looking around like, "what the hell is this foolishness?" It was a coffee shop on the first floor with a second level that had a few tables and chairs. My first thought was "I thought we were having sushi?" and I really wanted to burst into tears. But the restaurant was on the third floor, and it was jam packed. I'd bore you with the details, but the bottom line is this: GO TO THIS RESTAURANT ASAP!!!!!!!!! I had the Black Angel Roll which was shrimp tempura topped with lump crabmeat and black caviar and the Kamakazi Roll which was spicy tuna inside, eel, avocado, smelt roe, tempura flake, and eel sauce outside. **sigh** Best sushi I have ever had. EVER.
Here are some pictures of us at the resturant before we went to see the BEST COMEDY SHOW EVER (Chris Rock). These photographs finally reinforced several things: number one, I am half white. And that is the TRUTH. Number two, I need a tan. Yesterday. And number three, I am abnormally tall. Freakishly tall. Like some sort of circus animal. **sigh**
Tyffani, Charteque, and me (#11, 10, and 13)... the B.O.T.L. from Spring '98 :)
April, Tyffani, Charteque, Me, and Kim - lovely ladies of DST
Here are some pictures of us at the resturant before we went to see the BEST COMEDY SHOW EVER (Chris Rock). These photographs finally reinforced several things: number one, I am half white. And that is the TRUTH. Number two, I need a tan. Yesterday. And number three, I am abnormally tall. Freakishly tall. Like some sort of circus animal. **sigh**
Tyffani, Charteque, and me (#11, 10, and 13)... the B.O.T.L. from Spring '98 :)
April, Tyffani, Charteque, Me, and Kim - lovely ladies of DST
No His First Name Aint Rocky. It's Barack; Mr. President, If You're Nasty
CNN projects that Barack Obama has won the Virginia primary. YAY! Good to see that my fellow Virginians are not completely ass backwards. If only he could pull a two fish and five loaves and win Pennsylvania, Texas, or Ohio.
Monday, February 11, 2008
A to Z by X
Award: In my room growing up, there was a trophy case built into the wall with glass doors and that special kind of light you put on art and stuff to make it look cooler.
Bikini: I'd love to, really, and I do... but it's usually not the best look for me given all this ass. I tend to stray toward the boy shorts and tankinis.
Character: Hmmm... Angela Bassett in "Waiting to Exhale" right around the time she struck that match and lit that cigarette.
Dreams: Not so many lately. But I had this recurring one when I was a child where my parents and I were in the car crossing the Hampton Roads Bridge. Something happened and we drove off the side of the bridge into the Chesapeake Bay and we all died. Great.
Eco-friendly: No. Sadly, I don't care that much.
Fashion faux pas: Late middle/high school when I was wearing those brown leather Bass shoes with the strings tightly coiled on either side and my jeans folded over to the side and cuffed SUPER tight. **sigh** Not interested in your input.
Goals: To be the woman that my children can look up to and my husband can love... forever.
Hidden talents: I speed read (honestly, it's not another "Lauren" thing)... my mom used to teach a speed reading class when I was growing up. The only thing is that a few days later, I can barely remember what I read.
Inspiration: Other people's success.
Jokes: I keep 'em but people don't always get them. I crack myself up, though I'm a bit of a cornball.
Keepsake: My mother's wedding rings, photographs, the handbill Bill Clinton signed for me when he was campaigning for President in 1992, stuffed animals, my mother's doctoral dissertation, blah blah blah... TOO MUCH stuff.
Liberal: For the most part.
Mom: Love of my life.
Nudity: SOOOOO uncomfortable with it in ANY setting.
Online surfing: All night long.
Perfection: I'm a Virgo, duh! It's a character flaw, I'm afraid.
Query: Err??
Reading: MY LIFE. J'adore books.
Song: Too many to list here. Depends on my mood.
Trip: Hampton this weekend. Cruise in April. South of France this summer.
Ultimate indulgence: Food.
Virgo: ROCK!!!!
Workout: Never. I simply cannot.
Xtra: This is wack.
Yuck!: Midgets.
Zen moments: Sleeping, reading when it's raining outside, playing with babies, buying that perfect pair of shoes.
Bikini: I'd love to, really, and I do... but it's usually not the best look for me given all this ass. I tend to stray toward the boy shorts and tankinis.
Character: Hmmm... Angela Bassett in "Waiting to Exhale" right around the time she struck that match and lit that cigarette.
Dreams: Not so many lately. But I had this recurring one when I was a child where my parents and I were in the car crossing the Hampton Roads Bridge. Something happened and we drove off the side of the bridge into the Chesapeake Bay and we all died. Great.
Eco-friendly: No. Sadly, I don't care that much.
Fashion faux pas: Late middle/high school when I was wearing those brown leather Bass shoes with the strings tightly coiled on either side and my jeans folded over to the side and cuffed SUPER tight. **sigh** Not interested in your input.
Goals: To be the woman that my children can look up to and my husband can love... forever.
Hidden talents: I speed read (honestly, it's not another "Lauren" thing)... my mom used to teach a speed reading class when I was growing up. The only thing is that a few days later, I can barely remember what I read.
Inspiration: Other people's success.
Jokes: I keep 'em but people don't always get them. I crack myself up, though I'm a bit of a cornball.
Keepsake: My mother's wedding rings, photographs, the handbill Bill Clinton signed for me when he was campaigning for President in 1992, stuffed animals, my mother's doctoral dissertation, blah blah blah... TOO MUCH stuff.
Liberal: For the most part.
Mom: Love of my life.
Nudity: SOOOOO uncomfortable with it in ANY setting.
Online surfing: All night long.
Perfection: I'm a Virgo, duh! It's a character flaw, I'm afraid.
Query: Err??
Reading: MY LIFE. J'adore books.
Song: Too many to list here. Depends on my mood.
Trip: Hampton this weekend. Cruise in April. South of France this summer.
Ultimate indulgence: Food.
Virgo: ROCK!!!!
Workout: Never. I simply cannot.
Xtra: This is wack.
Yuck!: Midgets.
Zen moments: Sleeping, reading when it's raining outside, playing with babies, buying that perfect pair of shoes.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
More from the Foodie
Ooooohhhhhh.... I am such a foodie. So now I found this website on... the saddest part of all is that I don't even remember where I saw it. But whatever. The point is that I love cookies and this place looks like the real deal. YEAH! Valentine's cookies for me :)
(j smoov) keith sweat-nobody
I really just don't know what to say about this. I saw it on someone's Facebook page and, at the risk of looking like I'm promoting orn on Blogger, I had to post it. Umm... enjoy????
Foodie Chronicles
Rachel Ray was on when I was in the nail salon yesterday morning, and I saw her make this recipe for Roasted Ratatouille Pasta. I don't normally watch her show because to be honest, her personality annoys the shit out of me. But I do live her recipes, so...
This morning I chained myself to the gas oven that I still can't seem to master and made some Roasted Ratatouille Pasta. **sigh** YUMMO.
This morning I chained myself to the gas oven that I still can't seem to master and made some Roasted Ratatouille Pasta. **sigh** YUMMO.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Wednesday
My life is boring, my life is interesting, my life is boring, my life is interesting, my... SIGH. I really do wish that I had something to blog about. I am two seconds away from soliciting you guys' opinions on blog topics because this can't go on for too much longer.
I'm really pissed because I just realized that the Duke-UNC game is on tonight, and I've missed the entire first half. Boo... hissssss.... LET'S GO DUKE!! That reminds me of this one time when I... oh, never mind. That was a long time ago.
I'm really pissed because I just realized that the Duke-UNC game is on tonight, and I've missed the entire first half. Boo... hissssss.... LET'S GO DUKE!! That reminds me of this one time when I... oh, never mind. That was a long time ago.
Monday, February 04, 2008
The baby with the adult mouth kinda freaked me out, but the clown made it funny. Best line of this commcercial? "I really undestimated the creepiness."
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I thought this one was pretty wack. Naomi Campbell looked like a bootleg Beyonce, and watching her dance was downright painful. This commercial would've been saved if it had just stuck with the lizards doing the "Thriller" dance.
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I thought this one was pretty wack. Naomi Campbell looked like a bootleg Beyonce, and watching her dance was downright painful. This commercial would've been saved if it had just stuck with the lizards doing the "Thriller" dance.
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LOL
This commercial was the first one that had me laughing out loud. By far, I think it was the funniest Super Bowl commerical of the year.
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Sunday, February 03, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
All My Children
So when we last spoke, I found birth parent #1. Now I have found birth parent #2. Bingo, bango. Easy as pie.
**SIDEBAR** Is it just me, or is Vanna White simply WAY too old to still be
turning light brite blocks on Wheel of Fortune? Sorry, I got a little sidetracked while I was typing this post. Carry on.
Monday night I got an email from Maureen saying that she was able to get John's telephone number and that she wanted me to say a prayer for her so that she would know how to have the conversation with him that she knew she needed to. Tuesday evening when I got home from work, she sent me another email saying that she had spoken to him and that he had given her permission to share his telephone number and address with me. If you're reading this and you got suddenly very dizzy, then you have a small idea what it's like to be me! It was all coming together so effortlessly that I could hardly believe it. I know I keep saying this, but it really does sound like a made-up story. But as creative as I am, PLEASE know that even I couldn't come up with this stuff.
John lives just outside of Atlanta. He doesn't have email (who doesn't have email in 2008???), so I could only contact him by phone or **gasp** write him a letter. Now that presented a bit of a problem for me. As caught up in all of this as I was getting, something about talking to my birth father on the phone made me stop for a second. I don't know... when you're emailing or instant messaging someone, if they say something you don't like or something that makes you uncomfortable, you can just choose not to respond to it. But when you're on the phone with someone, you're kind of stuck. I mean, what if he was mean or angry or... I don't know, whatever. Since I knew that the number she gave me for him was a cell phone, I decided to text him. I guess it was late and I didn't get a response. **sadness!** I won't walk you through every single step of the whole thing, but the bottom line is that I have spoken to him, and this is what I know.
He is not married, and he retired from the Navy almost 20 years ago.
**Second sidebar** Sean Combs in "A Raisin in the Sun," the television version? Anybody else got tivo, DVR, AND their VCR on standby for this little production?
Anyhoo.... like I said, he is not married. He was married when I was born and divorced shortly afterward. He was married again (I don't know when), but never had any children. In between the two marriages (I think), he had a child with a woman who now lives in the Chicago area. So he has three sons and five grandsons. He keeps saying how much he has always wanted a daughter to spoil and take care of, and how much he feels badly that he never had that opportunity. We didn't get too far into the story of him and Maureen, but he really does seem like a cool guy.
I don't know where this story is going or how it will end, but it really has gone a long way toward calming the nosy beast inside of me! Maybe more to come, but right now it is only 8:00 and I feel like I am going to slip into a coma. SO SLEEEEEPEEE.
**SIDEBAR** Is it just me, or is Vanna White simply WAY too old to still be
turning light brite blocks on Wheel of Fortune? Sorry, I got a little sidetracked while I was typing this post. Carry on.
Monday night I got an email from Maureen saying that she was able to get John's telephone number and that she wanted me to say a prayer for her so that she would know how to have the conversation with him that she knew she needed to. Tuesday evening when I got home from work, she sent me another email saying that she had spoken to him and that he had given her permission to share his telephone number and address with me. If you're reading this and you got suddenly very dizzy, then you have a small idea what it's like to be me! It was all coming together so effortlessly that I could hardly believe it. I know I keep saying this, but it really does sound like a made-up story. But as creative as I am, PLEASE know that even I couldn't come up with this stuff.
John lives just outside of Atlanta. He doesn't have email (who doesn't have email in 2008???), so I could only contact him by phone or **gasp** write him a letter. Now that presented a bit of a problem for me. As caught up in all of this as I was getting, something about talking to my birth father on the phone made me stop for a second. I don't know... when you're emailing or instant messaging someone, if they say something you don't like or something that makes you uncomfortable, you can just choose not to respond to it. But when you're on the phone with someone, you're kind of stuck. I mean, what if he was mean or angry or... I don't know, whatever. Since I knew that the number she gave me for him was a cell phone, I decided to text him. I guess it was late and I didn't get a response. **sadness!** I won't walk you through every single step of the whole thing, but the bottom line is that I have spoken to him, and this is what I know.
He is not married, and he retired from the Navy almost 20 years ago.
**Second sidebar** Sean Combs in "A Raisin in the Sun," the television version? Anybody else got tivo, DVR, AND their VCR on standby for this little production?
Anyhoo.... like I said, he is not married. He was married when I was born and divorced shortly afterward. He was married again (I don't know when), but never had any children. In between the two marriages (I think), he had a child with a woman who now lives in the Chicago area. So he has three sons and five grandsons. He keeps saying how much he has always wanted a daughter to spoil and take care of, and how much he feels badly that he never had that opportunity. We didn't get too far into the story of him and Maureen, but he really does seem like a cool guy.
I don't know where this story is going or how it will end, but it really has gone a long way toward calming the nosy beast inside of me! Maybe more to come, but right now it is only 8:00 and I feel like I am going to slip into a coma. SO SLEEEEEPEEE.
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