Morning my beauties! Today is a day of rest... well, not really rest because I'm not off, but I'm working at a store that fills 25-35 prescriptions a day (in a 12-hour shift). In case you're wondering, that is very VERY slow, so... thought I'd pop in and say hello.
First off, virtual book club. "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picoult this week. I loved it. Couldn't put it down. To give you an idea of just how great I thought it was, I went to heaven yesterday (commonly known as Barnes and Noble!) and bought everything she has written (13 new books... yay!). Anyway... "Nineteen Minutes" is a work of fiction about a high school shooting in New England. Right off, you're probably either saying to yourself "that's too much for light reading, no thanks!" or (like me) "ooh... brave choice, let's do it." The characters are so real and relatable... even though I can't claim a memory of even a single incidence of childhood torture that this boy experienced, I felt his story... and I felt sorry for him. The book is a bit like the movie "Vantage Point" (if you haven't seen it, I recommend that too) in that it jumps around in time and keeps returning to the day of the shooting. But instead of confusing you, each trip backwards and forwards helps to fill in the holes of the story and you get a fuller view of the characters. I don't know... the very idea of a shooting at a school where I (or my children) go to school sends chills down my spine. But this book tells the story without seeming sensational and without making you feel like you've heard it all before. Check it out... it really is a fantastic read.. I started "The Pillars of the Earth" yesterday, so I guess that will be the book for this week... all 973 pages!!
Today is the 12th, so only 23 more days until the cruise, yay! I went to Old Navy last week when I went into the city (haven't been there in FAR too long) and saw all kinds of stuff that they didn't have in Jersey. So I bought some summer clothes which is SUCH a step for me because I do NOT wear shorts and stuff in the summer! I was a late comer to the Old Navy bandwagon, but they have such bright pretty colors this season and they carry my size all the time (a minor miracle in and of itself, lol), so I'm a fan. Bought shorts and tank tops and a dress and flip flops and... sorry! I love new clothes. So now all I need for my trip is suntan lotion and travel size toiletries (damn those airlines!!).
So Barack Obama won Mississippi yesterday... kudos. Also looks like they've credited the Texas Caucus to him... finally. Something about those primary results down there still doesn't sit quite well with me, but oh well... he wouldn't have come out much better with the delegate count anyway because the numbers were so close and Texas isn't a winner-take-all state, so... onward and upward. I heard the audio from Geraldine Ferraro's comments about Obama's candidacy this morning on the radio. Booooooooooo and hissssss. She's just bitter because she wasn't the woman who broke the mold and now she's hating on Barack for having a shot now. "If he weren't Black or if he were a woman of any color, would he be in this situation?" Umm... yeah. Heard of a woman named Hillary Clinton? She's in this situation. **sigh** It's a shame that prominent Democrats (even those who's time has passed) are hating on Senator Obama because he has developed such a following. A damn shame.
Yesterday was supposed to be the long awaited day that I got my shiny new red Blackberry Curve 8310 because my indentured servitude with Verizon.. I mean my two year contract... is finally up. But alas- it was not to be. Best Buy was completely out of SIM cards for Verizon and AT&T phones, so they were only able to do new Sprint contracts. **tear** So thanks to that and a little tip from Will Smith the wireless guy (his real name, I asked!), I'm riding out with this one until March 30. CURSES!!! I neeeeeeed the red phone in my life!
And lastly (for now), speaking of the color red: my best friend called and told me that she had her interview for the Sorority the other day... YAY! I've been trying to get her to join since she was a sophomore (I wasn't even in yet!) and her mom has been trying since she joined a few years ago... gotcha! I'm so excited that she finally slowed down enough to do it. **running off in a mad search for elephants and red stuff**
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Book Club
Anybody remember Book Club? It was supposed to be yesterday, but I fell asleep, so.... done with this book. Now I'm starting "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picoult.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Barbados, Part Three
And so my trip to Barbados turned out to be the very thing I was afraid of. It didn't matter how fabulous I looked, how much effort I put into seeming like the beautiful, carefree girl he had fallen in love with. It didn't matter that he did end up coming alone. I ended up leaving alone. My heart was torn into a million pieces and I couldn't even talk to my best friend about it because he was the one who did the damage. The man who said he would never hurt me, the man who said he would love me forever, couldn't even look me in the eye and say hello.
So that is when I realized that it was truly over. No more mooning over old pictures and thinking about what could have been. He made his decision, and that decision was final. No more listening to the people who said that he'd be back; I just needed to give him some time and space. Bullshit. G was gone. He had been gone in his mind for a very long time, and I was the last to really get it. But I got it. So goodbye.
So that is when I realized that it was truly over. No more mooning over old pictures and thinking about what could have been. He made his decision, and that decision was final. No more listening to the people who said that he'd be back; I just needed to give him some time and space. Bullshit. G was gone. He had been gone in his mind for a very long time, and I was the last to really get it. But I got it. So goodbye.
Barbados, Part Two
It is so beautiful here. Everything is so lush and green, the colors are so vibrant, and the people are so.... NICE. This is going to be okay, this trip is going to be fine. So what if the man that I love is coming in less than 24 hours, and I have no idea whether or not he is coming alone. He wouldn't do that, anyway, would he? He wouldn't bring a new girlfriend all the way to Barbados for his sister's wedding, would he? Not the man who never introduced a women to his parents before me... that guy wouldn't bring just any old body from California to Barbados to parade in front of his closest riends and family (and ME). Right? Well... guess we'll just have to see. But in the mean time, this Barbados thing is alright with me.
A few hours later, I have arrived at the hotel and taken a short nap. G's mom is my roomate for the evening until everyone else gets in and we move to the villas on the other side of the island. I spent the evening on the beach with my journal, crying. What the fuck? Why did I even do this to myself? This was the world's WORST idea EVER. I came all the way over here, and I am going to go home the same way I left: alone and broken. Well, at the very least, I am going to try. Everyone here knows that G and I used to be together. Most of his sister's friends have become my friends as well, so they're supportive. They all know how I feel about him, so they've resolved to keep us away from each other and me entertained until the minute I get on the plane to go back home. **DEEP SIGH**
I've done the best I can with tonight's look. Tight black capris and a black sequined top designed to advertise my limited assets while simultaneously giving the people "cocktail" and "elegant." Rhinestone sandals, silver hoops, and a black alligator clutch complete the look. Tonight is the welcome reception, and the first time that I will see G since he arrived on the island. I mingle a little, stop here and there and greet family members I haven't seen in a while; thankfully no one asks me about G. I go for a short walk around the property, pray by the pool for a bit, then head back to the party. And it's then that I feel him. Like a physical presence on my skin, I feel him. Before I even heard his laugh ring out over the noise of the gathering, I feel him looking at me. There's a heat between my shoulder blades like someone is prodding me with a blazing fire poker, but when I turn around, there's no one there. My heart siezes up and I have to touch the wall for balance because I know that he is here. Every feeling that I have tried to suppress for the last 10 months is suddenly bubbling to the surface, because I catch a glimpse of a light blue button up and khaki shorts in the distance. The crowd shifts and I see more of his beautiful bald head and his brilliant smile that warmed me so many cold days. He has arrived. I was determined not to go over to him; if he wants to speak, then he will.
But he didn't. A group of us left the party and went into town to have drinks and dance at a lounge. At this point, my nerves are so tightly wound that I think I will break if I bend the wrong way. But I still can't go over to him, I won't let him have that victory. I see him heading my way, and I brace myself for the impact. He gives the group a general hello and reaches out his hand to me for a quick squeeze. Ladies, you know how you see someone that you know vaguely as you are moving through a crowd, so you extend your left hand and briefly squeeze theirs? Yeah, like that. And maybe a quick, "Hey, how are you?" I really don't remember. But what I do remember is the pain, like a sudden and very forceful thrust to my chest. This person that I laid awake and watched sleep, this man I shared every single one of my hopes and dreams with, this man who has helped me to pick up the pieces of my life and put me back together again, just squeezed my hand and kept it moving. Like I was nothing. Nothing at all. Like I had never been anything.
And it only got worse. I gave what was possibly my best fashion performance EVER at the wedding. People I had never met were stopping to ask where I got my skirt, family members were crossing the room to say how beautiful I looked, even the older people were complimenting me on my choices. But all I wanted was for him to notice me. All I needed to make me happy was for him to look over and catch my eye and smile, just for a minute. Maybe to come over and say, "Wow Mo, you really look beautiful." No dice. He avoided me like I was a pariah. I had to watch him during the entire ceremony, so handsome in his tuxedo at the altar, so beautiful as he sang his sister's favorite song. My mind started to wander, maybe it was the Barbados sun, maybe it was my silly lovestruck brain, but I imagined the two of us standing before the people that we loved, exchanging vows of intimacy and forever. A tear escaped my eye as I thought about how desperately I just wanted one more chance to be to him the woman that he wanted. I pulled it together somehow before anyone noticed, but I don't remember much else about that night. I just know that he never came over to me, not even once, to say hello. He never caught my eye across the crowded dance floor and motioned for me to join him. He never looked, even for a second, like he even knew that I was there.
A few hours later, I have arrived at the hotel and taken a short nap. G's mom is my roomate for the evening until everyone else gets in and we move to the villas on the other side of the island. I spent the evening on the beach with my journal, crying. What the fuck? Why did I even do this to myself? This was the world's WORST idea EVER. I came all the way over here, and I am going to go home the same way I left: alone and broken. Well, at the very least, I am going to try. Everyone here knows that G and I used to be together. Most of his sister's friends have become my friends as well, so they're supportive. They all know how I feel about him, so they've resolved to keep us away from each other and me entertained until the minute I get on the plane to go back home. **DEEP SIGH**
I've done the best I can with tonight's look. Tight black capris and a black sequined top designed to advertise my limited assets while simultaneously giving the people "cocktail" and "elegant." Rhinestone sandals, silver hoops, and a black alligator clutch complete the look. Tonight is the welcome reception, and the first time that I will see G since he arrived on the island. I mingle a little, stop here and there and greet family members I haven't seen in a while; thankfully no one asks me about G. I go for a short walk around the property, pray by the pool for a bit, then head back to the party. And it's then that I feel him. Like a physical presence on my skin, I feel him. Before I even heard his laugh ring out over the noise of the gathering, I feel him looking at me. There's a heat between my shoulder blades like someone is prodding me with a blazing fire poker, but when I turn around, there's no one there. My heart siezes up and I have to touch the wall for balance because I know that he is here. Every feeling that I have tried to suppress for the last 10 months is suddenly bubbling to the surface, because I catch a glimpse of a light blue button up and khaki shorts in the distance. The crowd shifts and I see more of his beautiful bald head and his brilliant smile that warmed me so many cold days. He has arrived. I was determined not to go over to him; if he wants to speak, then he will.
But he didn't. A group of us left the party and went into town to have drinks and dance at a lounge. At this point, my nerves are so tightly wound that I think I will break if I bend the wrong way. But I still can't go over to him, I won't let him have that victory. I see him heading my way, and I brace myself for the impact. He gives the group a general hello and reaches out his hand to me for a quick squeeze. Ladies, you know how you see someone that you know vaguely as you are moving through a crowd, so you extend your left hand and briefly squeeze theirs? Yeah, like that. And maybe a quick, "Hey, how are you?" I really don't remember. But what I do remember is the pain, like a sudden and very forceful thrust to my chest. This person that I laid awake and watched sleep, this man I shared every single one of my hopes and dreams with, this man who has helped me to pick up the pieces of my life and put me back together again, just squeezed my hand and kept it moving. Like I was nothing. Nothing at all. Like I had never been anything.
And it only got worse. I gave what was possibly my best fashion performance EVER at the wedding. People I had never met were stopping to ask where I got my skirt, family members were crossing the room to say how beautiful I looked, even the older people were complimenting me on my choices. But all I wanted was for him to notice me. All I needed to make me happy was for him to look over and catch my eye and smile, just for a minute. Maybe to come over and say, "Wow Mo, you really look beautiful." No dice. He avoided me like I was a pariah. I had to watch him during the entire ceremony, so handsome in his tuxedo at the altar, so beautiful as he sang his sister's favorite song. My mind started to wander, maybe it was the Barbados sun, maybe it was my silly lovestruck brain, but I imagined the two of us standing before the people that we loved, exchanging vows of intimacy and forever. A tear escaped my eye as I thought about how desperately I just wanted one more chance to be to him the woman that he wanted. I pulled it together somehow before anyone noticed, but I don't remember much else about that night. I just know that he never came over to me, not even once, to say hello. He never caught my eye across the crowded dance floor and motioned for me to join him. He never looked, even for a second, like he even knew that I was there.
Barbados, Part One
"You are cordially invited to a union of hearts. The parents of NJC request the honor of your presence at the wedding of their daughter to Mr. JLC at four o'clock in the afternoon of May 6, 2006 in Barbados."
And that is where the fun began.
My ex-boyfriend's sister is geting married to the love of her life, and in order to be a part of the festivities, I have to spend five days and four nights with the love of mine. One caveat: I am no longer the love of his. Bah. Did I mention that this lovely little union will be taking place in Barbados. Sun, ocean, drinks, steel drums (I think), general debauchery. But no sex, though. **sigh**
As a quick recap, I dated G for a little over a year, but we were best friends since college. When we finally got ourselves together to try and make a go at a relationship, I was in school in Virginia and he was finishing school in Maryland. It had been clear to everyone who knew us that we belonged together, but apparently we were the last to get the memo. So after about five years of heavy flirting and some wonderful benefits to the friendship, we agreed to commit to each other and see where it went from there. Two years later, I was still in Virginia and he had moved to California, when he decided that "it just wasn't working." Umm.... okay. G really was my soul mate; I had loved him like I had never loved anyone else, and I was firmly convinced that I would never love another. But he didn't want any parts of me, and the more I pushed, the more he pulled away. So back to the wedding.
I was so torn up over whether I should go. On the one hand, this was the trip that I always imagined G and I would take together. Holding hands on the beach at sunset, taking naps in the hammock on our balcony, dancing until the wee hours of the morning at the reception... when his sister got engaged, we were still together, so this was going to be our trip. But now "we" were just "him" and "me." I loved him so much that it made my heart hurt, and I wanted to go to Barbados more than anything. But the two of us hadn't talked in months, and I didn't want to be that one girl at the wedding who was always off by herself crying and looking miserable. But I deserved this trip, right? I paid for it, it was a week before my graduation, and what better way to celebrate my pending entry into a whole new (and hopefully better) life? So at the last available minute, I decided yes. I packed my best bathing suits and headed for the airport.
And that is where the fun began.
My ex-boyfriend's sister is geting married to the love of her life, and in order to be a part of the festivities, I have to spend five days and four nights with the love of mine. One caveat: I am no longer the love of his. Bah. Did I mention that this lovely little union will be taking place in Barbados. Sun, ocean, drinks, steel drums (I think), general debauchery. But no sex, though. **sigh**
As a quick recap, I dated G for a little over a year, but we were best friends since college. When we finally got ourselves together to try and make a go at a relationship, I was in school in Virginia and he was finishing school in Maryland. It had been clear to everyone who knew us that we belonged together, but apparently we were the last to get the memo. So after about five years of heavy flirting and some wonderful benefits to the friendship, we agreed to commit to each other and see where it went from there. Two years later, I was still in Virginia and he had moved to California, when he decided that "it just wasn't working." Umm.... okay. G really was my soul mate; I had loved him like I had never loved anyone else, and I was firmly convinced that I would never love another. But he didn't want any parts of me, and the more I pushed, the more he pulled away. So back to the wedding.
I was so torn up over whether I should go. On the one hand, this was the trip that I always imagined G and I would take together. Holding hands on the beach at sunset, taking naps in the hammock on our balcony, dancing until the wee hours of the morning at the reception... when his sister got engaged, we were still together, so this was going to be our trip. But now "we" were just "him" and "me." I loved him so much that it made my heart hurt, and I wanted to go to Barbados more than anything. But the two of us hadn't talked in months, and I didn't want to be that one girl at the wedding who was always off by herself crying and looking miserable. But I deserved this trip, right? I paid for it, it was a week before my graduation, and what better way to celebrate my pending entry into a whole new (and hopefully better) life? So at the last available minute, I decided yes. I packed my best bathing suits and headed for the airport.
Making the Blog
In case you're wondering, this one is under pressure. As a member of Jizzy's Making the Band (go Team Diva!), my first challenge is to write a three part story with "all the elements of a cliffhanger." Err???? This is much more La's forte than mine, but she's on my team, so maybe she'll make us proud. You know what- I'ma be on some real rebellious, fuck you, I ain't walking to Brooklyn to get you no damn cheesecake type shit... I'm only giving you two parts. So there! **nah nanny boo boo**
Part 1
I can't do it. Sorry, I tried. Honestly, I did. For two hours, I tried. And I got nothing. Please don't eliminate me Jizzy.
Part 1
I can't do it. Sorry, I tried. Honestly, I did. For two hours, I tried. And I got nothing. Please don't eliminate me Jizzy.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Saturday Night Live Plays the Hits
I saw a skit last night that was a parody of the Ohio Debate last week between Clinton and Obama. The premise of the jokes was pretty amusing, but one thing kinda rubbed me the wrong way: with all of the out of work Black actors in the New York area, why couldn't they hire one to play Barack Obama? They chose a white actor and slapped a little foundation on him. I guess that was probably the unspoken part of the jokes, but I didn't find that part funny. Anyway... I was looking for this last night as soon as I saw it on Saturday Night Live, but it wasn't up yet. Disregard the beginning few seconds because, to be honest, it's foolishness. But it was the only copy of the skit I could find on youtube. I thought this was HILARIOUS. Enjoy...
CHU'UCH!!!!!!!!!!
I went to church this morning. It's no secret that I wish that I could go more often, but with this job, I usually have to work every other weekend. Coincidentally, I have been out of town for the last two weekends I had off, so I missed church then too. Anyway, I went this morning. I have never been the person who was all gung ho about going to church on Sunday mornings. I grew up in the church with my mother, so it was really never a choice kind of thing. But when I got to be an adult with my own means of transportation and my own schedule, my church attendance started to slip. I am one of those people who is moved the most by the music; if the choir is good, it really doesn't even matter what the pastor is saying, I've got what I came for. When I joined Morning Star, I was really blessed to be able to get both. The recording choir here is amazing (and I'm not biased just because Bishop sings with them!), and the pastor is second to none. The church isn't too large, and I always leave feeling better than when I came.
So this morning, the choir sang one of my favorite songs by Donald Lawrence and the Tri-City Singers, "The Blessing of Abraham."
I SOOOOOO love this song. Now I have never been the get up and clap you rhands kind of worshipper... I grew up in the Episcopal church, so you can imagine how quiet and reserved that experience was. But there is something about this song that never fails to get me up out of my pew. So as if that wasn't enough of a message for me, I then got this song, also by Donald Lawrence and his choir called "Bless Me..."
So I had to ask myself, what is this inheritance that I love to sing about so much? What is it that the Lord has in store for me? And when I am praying for him to enlarge my territory, what exactly is it that I want? That's my problem... I am afraid that my inheritance might have passed me by and I wasn't paying attention and missed it.
There was a point to this post; I started off with a very specific message, but it's gone now. I'll just leave you guys with some songs that inspire me with the hope that they will do the same for you.
"Encourage Yourself" by Donald Lawrence and the Tri-City Singers
"Giants" by Donald Lawrence and the Tri-City Singers
"For Every Mountain" by Kurt Carr and the Kurt Carr Singers
"God Blocked It" by Kurt Carr feat. Yolonda Adams
"Yesterday" by Mary Mary
"Can't GIve Up Now" by Mary Mary
So this morning, the choir sang one of my favorite songs by Donald Lawrence and the Tri-City Singers, "The Blessing of Abraham."
I SOOOOOO love this song. Now I have never been the get up and clap you rhands kind of worshipper... I grew up in the Episcopal church, so you can imagine how quiet and reserved that experience was. But there is something about this song that never fails to get me up out of my pew. So as if that wasn't enough of a message for me, I then got this song, also by Donald Lawrence and his choir called "Bless Me..."
So I had to ask myself, what is this inheritance that I love to sing about so much? What is it that the Lord has in store for me? And when I am praying for him to enlarge my territory, what exactly is it that I want? That's my problem... I am afraid that my inheritance might have passed me by and I wasn't paying attention and missed it.
There was a point to this post; I started off with a very specific message, but it's gone now. I'll just leave you guys with some songs that inspire me with the hope that they will do the same for you.
"Encourage Yourself" by Donald Lawrence and the Tri-City Singers
"Giants" by Donald Lawrence and the Tri-City Singers
"For Every Mountain" by Kurt Carr and the Kurt Carr Singers
"God Blocked It" by Kurt Carr feat. Yolonda Adams
"Yesterday" by Mary Mary
"Can't GIve Up Now" by Mary Mary
Friday, February 29, 2008
It's Friday!!
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!
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!
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.
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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.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Young and the Restless, Real Life
I have always joked about my life being like a soap opera, but I never knew how true it would turn out to be. A lot of people are very careful about what they post on their blog because they are worreied about people at their job knowing about their personal lives or people in their personal lives finding out about things that they do in the dark. I have always been pretty open, and the one time that I decided to go private was because I was tired of getting these angry, petty, anonymous messages from God knows who. At any rate... I say all of that to say that some of you may disagree with my decision to publish this post, but oh well. My blog, my rules... damn the consequences. I told you last week that I, in my aimless wanderings through the world wide web, uncovered the identity of my birth mother. What I didn't give you was the details, so here you are.
We'll call her Maureen. In 2001 she set up a profile on adoption.com looking for the child that she had given up 30 years ago. The profile listed her whole name (maiden and current), her date of birth, the name of the hospital where she gave bith, the city where the adoption took place, the name that she gave me (Lauren Grace), and my birthdate. I knew from the minute I saw those details that I had found the right person because everything on the profile matched the information that I already knew. There was a link to contact Maureen by email, so before I realized what I was doing, I had drafted a quick email and pressed the "send" button. I was a little apprehensive because even though it was clear that she had been looking for me at one point, I didn't know the last time she had checked the site for an update and whether or not the email address was still valid. But I waited... for about 12 hours. The next morning I had an email from my birth mother... yeah, get with that.
There are so many details and so much to tell, so I will try my best to summarize the saga. After she gave me a few more details about herself (her height, the fact that she is white and her daughter's father was Black, her occupation, blah, blah blah), we pretty much confirmed that Maureen is my birth mother and I am the child that she gave up for adoption. Maureen was 20 years old and on active duty in the military in Virginia. Her family lived out of state and she didn't know anyone in the area where she was stationed. She met a man who was eight years older than her and fell very hard, very fast. John was also active duty military stationed at the same base, and they began to date. He was married with a young son and was also helping his wife to raise her son from a previous relationship. Apparently they had a very tumultuous relationship, frequently separating and getting back together. When he met Maureen, John and his wife had just decided to divorce, so he and my birth mother moved in together off base. This was in December, so since I was born in September, I guess you can figure out that she got pregnant very quickly. Three months later when she discovered that she was pregnant, John came home one day and said that his wife had called and said that she was pregnant. She hadn't known it at the time that they decided to separate and divorce, but she had been to the doctor and it was confirmed. John felt like this meant that he was supposed to move back home and try to salvage his marriage. So Maureen felt that in a competition between her and John's wife, she would never come out on top. She decided not to tell him that she was pregnant, and because she couldn't afford to live off the base by herself, she moved back into the barracks. Her family was in the midwest, and she knew that they would never have approved of her dating a married Black man and getting pregnant out of wedlock. Maureen decided to have her baby and give her up for adoption without telling anyone. Apparently at one point, John suspected that she was pregnant, but she denied it and nothing more ever came of it. Later that year John's wife gave birth to a second son, and they divorced three years later. Maureen, I guess through mutual friends and acquaintances, kept up with what was going on his life, but they never reconnected. She got married 11 years later and relocated to another state. She doesn't know where John is now or what kind of family he has (whether he has remarried, had more children, etc.).
So that, my friends, is the story of how I came to be. They say that there are three sides to every story: his side, her side, and what really happened, so I am very interested to hear what John has to say about the whole thing. Maureen has not told me his real name either or any other identifying information about him because like I said, he does not know that the two of them conceived a child together. She's supposed to be trying to find him so that she can tell him the complete story. Yeah... good luck with that.
We'll call her Maureen. In 2001 she set up a profile on adoption.com looking for the child that she had given up 30 years ago. The profile listed her whole name (maiden and current), her date of birth, the name of the hospital where she gave bith, the city where the adoption took place, the name that she gave me (Lauren Grace), and my birthdate. I knew from the minute I saw those details that I had found the right person because everything on the profile matched the information that I already knew. There was a link to contact Maureen by email, so before I realized what I was doing, I had drafted a quick email and pressed the "send" button. I was a little apprehensive because even though it was clear that she had been looking for me at one point, I didn't know the last time she had checked the site for an update and whether or not the email address was still valid. But I waited... for about 12 hours. The next morning I had an email from my birth mother... yeah, get with that.
There are so many details and so much to tell, so I will try my best to summarize the saga. After she gave me a few more details about herself (her height, the fact that she is white and her daughter's father was Black, her occupation, blah, blah blah), we pretty much confirmed that Maureen is my birth mother and I am the child that she gave up for adoption. Maureen was 20 years old and on active duty in the military in Virginia. Her family lived out of state and she didn't know anyone in the area where she was stationed. She met a man who was eight years older than her and fell very hard, very fast. John was also active duty military stationed at the same base, and they began to date. He was married with a young son and was also helping his wife to raise her son from a previous relationship. Apparently they had a very tumultuous relationship, frequently separating and getting back together. When he met Maureen, John and his wife had just decided to divorce, so he and my birth mother moved in together off base. This was in December, so since I was born in September, I guess you can figure out that she got pregnant very quickly. Three months later when she discovered that she was pregnant, John came home one day and said that his wife had called and said that she was pregnant. She hadn't known it at the time that they decided to separate and divorce, but she had been to the doctor and it was confirmed. John felt like this meant that he was supposed to move back home and try to salvage his marriage. So Maureen felt that in a competition between her and John's wife, she would never come out on top. She decided not to tell him that she was pregnant, and because she couldn't afford to live off the base by herself, she moved back into the barracks. Her family was in the midwest, and she knew that they would never have approved of her dating a married Black man and getting pregnant out of wedlock. Maureen decided to have her baby and give her up for adoption without telling anyone. Apparently at one point, John suspected that she was pregnant, but she denied it and nothing more ever came of it. Later that year John's wife gave birth to a second son, and they divorced three years later. Maureen, I guess through mutual friends and acquaintances, kept up with what was going on his life, but they never reconnected. She got married 11 years later and relocated to another state. She doesn't know where John is now or what kind of family he has (whether he has remarried, had more children, etc.).
So that, my friends, is the story of how I came to be. They say that there are three sides to every story: his side, her side, and what really happened, so I am very interested to hear what John has to say about the whole thing. Maureen has not told me his real name either or any other identifying information about him because like I said, he does not know that the two of them conceived a child together. She's supposed to be trying to find him so that she can tell him the complete story. Yeah... good luck with that.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Let It Go! (A message from T.D. Jakes)
I saw this on someone else's blog. I was going to simply say that and let you click on the link if you so desire. But some of you are lazy and I figure if you're already here, maybe you'll stay here and read on.
This is a MIGHTY powerful message, and for me, a message that was RIGHT ON TIME. I don't listen to TD Jakes because I have such an immediate and negative reaction to him when I hear him speak, but this message was IT. Seriously... IT. So take heed.
There are people who can walk away from you.
And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you, let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you, let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.
The Bible said that they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.
Let them go.
And it doesn't mean that they are bad people. It just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over.
Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift. I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful. I's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have, He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat, I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.
Let them go!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains...
LET IT GO!!!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...
LET IT GO!!!
If someone has angered you...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents...
LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude...
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...
LET IT GO!!!
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship...
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help himself...
LET IT GO!!!
If you're feeling depressed and stressed...
LET IT GO!!!
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to...
LET IT GO!!!
Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing for 2008!!!
LET IT GO!!!
Get Right or Get Left. Think about it and then...
LET IT GO!!!
This is a MIGHTY powerful message, and for me, a message that was RIGHT ON TIME. I don't listen to TD Jakes because I have such an immediate and negative reaction to him when I hear him speak, but this message was IT. Seriously... IT. So take heed.
There are people who can walk away from you.
And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you, let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you, let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.
The Bible said that they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.
Let them go.
And it doesn't mean that they are bad people. It just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over.
Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift. I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful. I's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have, He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat, I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.
Let them go!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains...
LET IT GO!!!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...
LET IT GO!!!
If someone has angered you...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents...
LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude...
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...
LET IT GO!!!
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship...
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help himself...
LET IT GO!!!
If you're feeling depressed and stressed...
LET IT GO!!!
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to...
LET IT GO!!!
Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing for 2008!!!
LET IT GO!!!
Get Right or Get Left. Think about it and then...
LET IT GO!!!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Here I am, Baby... Signed, Sealed, Delivered... I'M YOURS!
I just watched Barack Obama deliver a speech in South Carolina after he was declared the winner of the South Carolina democratic Primary. I really hadn't come down on either side of the fence in this Presidential race. I like what I see in Senator Obama. I respect his hustle, and I can't help but admire any Black man in America who stands up and says (while simultaneously actually BELIEVING) that he can be our next President. His ideas aren't radical or even terribly new, but his presentation is PHENOMENAL, and he seems incredibly genuine. So if politicians are all assumed to be liars strictly by definition, then Barack Obama must be a damn good one, because I am SO buying what he is selling. He has managed to spark debates that have been lying dormant in corners across America for decades. I won't lie: I am nervous for him. Anyone who has studied political history in America can't help but be a little fearful for a young, handsome, popular man running for President in the United States. Add to that the fact that the candidate is a Black man, and I feel like I need to cross the fingers on my left hand as well as my right. But I can honestly say now that I feel that he is the best man for the job of trying to get this ridiculously backwards country back on its tracks. He has a strong woman by his side who has thoughts and ideas of her own creation that she is not afraid to share. She is beautiful (even though there is something in the mouth region that freaks me out a little!) and stylish, smart and savvy, warm and very relatable. I don't hate Hillary; I don't even dislike her a little bit. She has made some dumbass moves- chief among them, the distinct and remarkable need to take everything that Barack Obama says and make it sound like something entirely different. But she is doing what she feels like she has to do. She, too, has good ideas to move our country forward, and she believes in every word that she is saying. I just think that she is too polarizing of a figure. Hillary Clinton as the Democratic candidate for President of the United States would hand-deliver the victory to the Republican party. So, push on Reverend Obama (didn't he sound like an old school preacher a little bit during his speech?!)... you've got my vote.
YES WE CAN!!!!!!!
YES WE CAN!!!!!!!
HI! Ny Name Is....
Allow me to first introduce myself... my name is MO. M-to the ... ah well, that's where all similarities to the song come to a screeching halt. Yes, my name is Monique; however, apparently that was not always so.
So, hi. My name is Lauren. Riiiiiiiiiiiight. See how that just rolled off the tongue? Almost as if it were REALLY my name? Well, apparently it is. And no, this is not another freakish similarity plotted and schemed by me and The Rib just to convince people that we're really not just two weird ass women on the Internet who have formed some kind of absurd bond based on a shared love of shoes and all things NOT P.F. **whew, that was a long ass sentence** If this seems random, it's because it is. If it seems odd and even slightly manic, again that's because it is.
REWIND.
My name is Lauren Grace S. Born somewhere in Chesapeake, Virginia in September of 1977. To a white woman. Yeah, it's finally official: I am a card-carrying member of The Establishment. DAMMIT... just when I was all set to laminate my Black card and go on a VOTE OBAMA OR DIE frenzy. Oh well.... at least that much hasn't changed. I'm still weird and funny and slightly offbeat, and I still relish my deeply cultivated love of all things sweet potato and chicken :)
We all like to think that at the end of evey day we have learned something that we didn't know the day before. Well folks, mission accomplished for January 25, 2008 because I DEFINATELY know some shit today that I didn't know yesterday. I know the name of the woman who gave me life and what city that took place in. I know her birthday. I know what she does for a living. I know her married name. For God's sake, the only thing I don't know is her blood type and whether she prefers pepperoni or sausage on her Pizza Hut deep dish.
Google is amazing. Truly. Now if only it can direct me to a site to help collect this back child support, cause a sister REALLY could use a first class upgrade for the cruise in April, ya dig?
So, hi. My name is Lauren. Riiiiiiiiiiiight. See how that just rolled off the tongue? Almost as if it were REALLY my name? Well, apparently it is. And no, this is not another freakish similarity plotted and schemed by me and The Rib just to convince people that we're really not just two weird ass women on the Internet who have formed some kind of absurd bond based on a shared love of shoes and all things NOT P.F. **whew, that was a long ass sentence** If this seems random, it's because it is. If it seems odd and even slightly manic, again that's because it is.
REWIND.
My name is Lauren Grace S. Born somewhere in Chesapeake, Virginia in September of 1977. To a white woman. Yeah, it's finally official: I am a card-carrying member of The Establishment. DAMMIT... just when I was all set to laminate my Black card and go on a VOTE OBAMA OR DIE frenzy. Oh well.... at least that much hasn't changed. I'm still weird and funny and slightly offbeat, and I still relish my deeply cultivated love of all things sweet potato and chicken :)
We all like to think that at the end of evey day we have learned something that we didn't know the day before. Well folks, mission accomplished for January 25, 2008 because I DEFINATELY know some shit today that I didn't know yesterday. I know the name of the woman who gave me life and what city that took place in. I know her birthday. I know what she does for a living. I know her married name. For God's sake, the only thing I don't know is her blood type and whether she prefers pepperoni or sausage on her Pizza Hut deep dish.
Google is amazing. Truly. Now if only it can direct me to a site to help collect this back child support, cause a sister REALLY could use a first class upgrade for the cruise in April, ya dig?
Friday, January 25, 2008
Sashay Shante
Giddyup boys and girls... it's time for another installment of Couture Friday. I was off today, so here is what I did with my time...
You must first start your day off with this fabulous black patent leather bag compliments of Gucci
I know, I know, but I had to hit you hard straight outta the gate. Next we have this fire engine red gown by Valentino. I can picture myself in this dress going to Shop Rite, I love it so much.
A few shoes to tickle your fancy...
Both of these are Dior. I couldn't resist the pearl-heeled pair.
These are my favorite pair of the bunch. I mean really, how can a 72" woman ignore a pair of giraffe skin Manolo Blahniks?
I was speaking with The Rib today about necessary things for life, otherwise known as Chloe bags. And that is when I discovered this:
And now for the piece de resistance. Dress: $1150, by Carmen Marc Valvo. Mental picture: priceless, by me.
**The end**
You must first start your day off with this fabulous black patent leather bag compliments of Gucci
I know, I know, but I had to hit you hard straight outta the gate. Next we have this fire engine red gown by Valentino. I can picture myself in this dress going to Shop Rite, I love it so much.
A few shoes to tickle your fancy...
Both of these are Dior. I couldn't resist the pearl-heeled pair.
These are my favorite pair of the bunch. I mean really, how can a 72" woman ignore a pair of giraffe skin Manolo Blahniks?
I was speaking with The Rib today about necessary things for life, otherwise known as Chloe bags. And that is when I discovered this:
And now for the piece de resistance. Dress: $1150, by Carmen Marc Valvo. Mental picture: priceless, by me.
**The end**
Yum Yum in My Tum
Happy birthday to my favor.... oh wait, it's a surprise, so I can't tell. But I can hardly wait to get some of this...
Monday, January 21, 2008
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Saturday, January 19, 2008
5:47 p.m.
Place an X by all the things you've done.
[x]Smoked a cigarette
[x]Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
[ ]Laughed so hard you pee'd yourself
[x]Been on a hayride
[x]Rode a motorbike
[x]Gone on a blind date
[x]Skipped school
[x]Watched someone die
[x]Been to Canada
[ ]Been to Europe
[x]Been to Mexico
[x]Been on a plane
[x]Been on the opposite side of the country
[x]Gone to D.C.
[x]Swam in the ocean
[x]Cried yourself to sleep
[ ]Played cops & robbers/cowboys & Indians with neighborhood kids
[ ]Recently colored with crayons
[ ]Sang karaoke
[x]Paid for a meal with only coins
[x]Done something you told yourself you wouldn't
[x]Made prank phone calls
[x]Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
[x]Caught a snowflake on your tongue
[ ]Danced in the rain
[x]Written a letter to Santa Claus
[ ]Been kissed under the mistletoe
[ ]Watched the sunrise with someone you care about
[x]Blown bubbles
[ ]Made a bonfire on the beach
[ ]Crashed a party
[x]Gone roller skating
[x]Gone Ice Skating
[ ]Gone Scuba diving
[ ]Been deep sea fishing
Part II
1. Any nicknames?
Mo, Monie, Big Bird, X, Amazon
2. Mother's name?
Sharon
3. Favorite drink?
Alcoholic: mango margarita
Non Alcohol: Coke
4. Love your job?
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. I'm sorry- you were serious? No.
5. Birthday?
September 22
6. Favorite vacation spot?
Out of the places I've been so far? Barbados. Ideal spot? Bora Bora.
7. Ever been to Africa?
No. But I absolutely would love to.
8. Ever eaten cookies for dinner?
Day before last as a matter of fact.
9. Ever been on TV or in a movie?
Yeah, but never as a feature.
10. Ever steal any traffic signs?
That's some white people foolishness... no.
11. Ever been in a car accident?
Yes. Quite a few as a passenger and a driver.
12. Drive a 2 door or 4 door?
Four door.
13. Salad dressing?
Raspberry vinaigrette.
14. Favorite season
Fall
15. Favorite number?
Duh... 13
16. Favorite movie?
"Braveheart"
17. Favorite holiday?
Not so big on holidays, but anything that pays time and a half
18. Favorite food?
Macaroni and cheese
19. Favorite dessert?
Red velvet cake
20. Favorite day of the week?
Saturday
21. Favorite month?
September
22. Favorite toothpaste?
Crest Whitening
23. Favorite smell?
Food
24. What do you do to relax?
Sleep
25. Do you have a message to your friends reading this?
Yeah, honor your commitments and mean what you say. And it's never too late to start over.
26. How do you see yourself in 10 years?
Married with children
27. What do you do when you are bored?
Sleep, write, Sudoku, watch TV
28. Furthest place you will send this message?
No telling
29. Who will respond the fastest?
Nobody probably will because things are getting soooooo old. Ah well...
Whoever reads it first.
30. Who is the least likely to respond?
Jameil
[x]Smoked a cigarette
[x]Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
[ ]Laughed so hard you pee'd yourself
[x]Been on a hayride
[x]Rode a motorbike
[x]Gone on a blind date
[x]Skipped school
[x]Watched someone die
[x]Been to Canada
[ ]Been to Europe
[x]Been to Mexico
[x]Been on a plane
[x]Been on the opposite side of the country
[x]Gone to D.C.
[x]Swam in the ocean
[x]Cried yourself to sleep
[ ]Played cops & robbers/cowboys & Indians with neighborhood kids
[ ]Recently colored with crayons
[ ]Sang karaoke
[x]Paid for a meal with only coins
[x]Done something you told yourself you wouldn't
[x]Made prank phone calls
[x]Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
[x]Caught a snowflake on your tongue
[ ]Danced in the rain
[x]Written a letter to Santa Claus
[ ]Been kissed under the mistletoe
[ ]Watched the sunrise with someone you care about
[x]Blown bubbles
[ ]Made a bonfire on the beach
[ ]Crashed a party
[x]Gone roller skating
[x]Gone Ice Skating
[ ]Gone Scuba diving
[ ]Been deep sea fishing
Part II
1. Any nicknames?
Mo, Monie, Big Bird, X, Amazon
2. Mother's name?
Sharon
3. Favorite drink?
Alcoholic: mango margarita
Non Alcohol: Coke
4. Love your job?
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. I'm sorry- you were serious? No.
5. Birthday?
September 22
6. Favorite vacation spot?
Out of the places I've been so far? Barbados. Ideal spot? Bora Bora.
7. Ever been to Africa?
No. But I absolutely would love to.
8. Ever eaten cookies for dinner?
Day before last as a matter of fact.
9. Ever been on TV or in a movie?
Yeah, but never as a feature.
10. Ever steal any traffic signs?
That's some white people foolishness... no.
11. Ever been in a car accident?
Yes. Quite a few as a passenger and a driver.
12. Drive a 2 door or 4 door?
Four door.
13. Salad dressing?
Raspberry vinaigrette.
14. Favorite season
Fall
15. Favorite number?
Duh... 13
16. Favorite movie?
"Braveheart"
17. Favorite holiday?
Not so big on holidays, but anything that pays time and a half
18. Favorite food?
Macaroni and cheese
19. Favorite dessert?
Red velvet cake
20. Favorite day of the week?
Saturday
21. Favorite month?
September
22. Favorite toothpaste?
Crest Whitening
23. Favorite smell?
Food
24. What do you do to relax?
Sleep
25. Do you have a message to your friends reading this?
Yeah, honor your commitments and mean what you say. And it's never too late to start over.
26. How do you see yourself in 10 years?
Married with children
27. What do you do when you are bored?
Sleep, write, Sudoku, watch TV
28. Furthest place you will send this message?
No telling
29. Who will respond the fastest?
Nobody probably will because things are getting soooooo old. Ah well...
Whoever reads it first.
30. Who is the least likely to respond?
Jameil
Thursday, January 17, 2008
May 3, 2008
And now, after such meaningless drivel (see previous post!), something of substance. After being inspired by a fellow blogger, I have officially entered the 2008 Revlon Run/Walk for the fight against women's cancers.
Now I know I don't know yall (most of yall), but I think this fight is EXTREMELY important. As a child of a woman who lost her fight against cancer and someone who has watched countless other people succumb to the same ugly word, this cause hits particularly close to home. So if you're interested in making a donation for my participation, you can go to my personal website set up by the organization. Please understand that NONE of this money goes to me, so don't think that you are fattening my personal coffers so I can buy those goodies in the previous post! I just hope that you are as moved by this cause as I am and will agree to support it. Also, if you are in the area or will be that weekend (May 3, 2008), sign up to run/walk. It's only a 5K route (a little over three miles), and you can take it as fast or slow as you'd like. The entry fee is only $30, and if I get 14 or more people together, we can form a team. So holla at your girl if you have any questions, or better yet, go to my website and leave a donation. THANKS!!!
Time On My Hands... Since You Went Away Boy..... I Ain't Got No Plans.. No No No No
Alrighty, my lovelies. This is what I have been up to for the last several hours. I am on my fourth archived episode of "The Young and the Restless," my second cup of coffee, nestled comfortably in this dent on my couch, with my freezing fet covered by this lovely chocolate throw. I am IM'ing furiously with the only other person in the world who could appreciate my curren state, and this is what we have found.
So I have been stalking this watch for the last six months, hoping against hope that I will find $1200 with which to purchase this little beauty.
Oh yeah, and this one too...
I can just imagine how sparkly and beautiful these timepieces would be on my long elegant arm with my thin wrists. **sigh, wiping the drool from my side of my mouth**
Okay, I've recovered. Only to be taken by these:
And these:
Do yall have any idea how Amazonianly FABULOUS I would be with my 72 inches poised atop either of these gorgeous shoes? Do you? I mean, really. DO YOU????????
So then we moved on to these cute little cocktail dresses.
My GOD. The little yellow number almost made me drop my laptop on the floor in delight. I'm not always a fan of yellow, but this dress is so lovely, that I couldn't resist. Now if only I could find somewhere to wear these- what do you think? Maybe make Friday "Couture Day" at the new job?
So I have been stalking this watch for the last six months, hoping against hope that I will find $1200 with which to purchase this little beauty.
Oh yeah, and this one too...
I can just imagine how sparkly and beautiful these timepieces would be on my long elegant arm with my thin wrists. **sigh, wiping the drool from my side of my mouth**
Okay, I've recovered. Only to be taken by these:
And these:
Do yall have any idea how Amazonianly FABULOUS I would be with my 72 inches poised atop either of these gorgeous shoes? Do you? I mean, really. DO YOU????????
So then we moved on to these cute little cocktail dresses.
My GOD. The little yellow number almost made me drop my laptop on the floor in delight. I'm not always a fan of yellow, but this dress is so lovely, that I couldn't resist. Now if only I could find somewhere to wear these- what do you think? Maybe make Friday "Couture Day" at the new job?
It's Thursday, You Ain't Got No Job, and You Ain't Got SHIT To Do!
Don't you hate when someone says "Oh, I' so sorry to hear about _________ (insert appropriate event here)," when you know what they ACTUALLY want to say is "Ding dong the witch is dead!!"? Just thought I'd ask... DAMN I have a hard time letting shit go :)
Anyway... today I have a.... DAY OFF!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!! So as I got up this morning and looked around my new place thinking of all the things I need to be doing in order to get this joint in order, I thought to myself: forget about it. Today is my day off, and I refuse to spend it doing work- of ANY variety. What I would really like to be doing is taking my dog for a long walk in the park, doing a little more shopping at the sale at Banana Republic, going to get a fabulously long massage at the spa, and ending it all with a head massage at the hair salon. However, I am anxiously awaiting pay day, and therefore none of those things fit into my budget! So instead, I am laying on the couch catching up on my soaps from the last two weeks (yeah DVR) and leisurely reading other peoples' blogs. Since I moved here and took the new job, I haven't taken alot of time to myself. So today I am going to do exactly that. Give me a little while to think of something to profound to write about, and I PROMISE I'll be back today.
Anyway... today I have a.... DAY OFF!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!! So as I got up this morning and looked around my new place thinking of all the things I need to be doing in order to get this joint in order, I thought to myself: forget about it. Today is my day off, and I refuse to spend it doing work- of ANY variety. What I would really like to be doing is taking my dog for a long walk in the park, doing a little more shopping at the sale at Banana Republic, going to get a fabulously long massage at the spa, and ending it all with a head massage at the hair salon. However, I am anxiously awaiting pay day, and therefore none of those things fit into my budget! So instead, I am laying on the couch catching up on my soaps from the last two weeks (yeah DVR) and leisurely reading other peoples' blogs. Since I moved here and took the new job, I haven't taken alot of time to myself. So today I am going to do exactly that. Give me a little while to think of something to profound to write about, and I PROMISE I'll be back today.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I snatched this from Joy's blog (hope she doesn't mind).....
1. If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?
Hmm... the pageant house in "Crowned." It has a rose garden, for God's sake!
2. If you had a clone, what would you make it do so you could have free time?
Go to work. Sometimes I am just OVER working for a living. And the saddest part of all is that I haven't been doing it NEARLY long enough to feel that way! But I would send the clone to the pharmacy so that I could spend my days reading, watching soap operas, and blogging :)
3. Who was your best friend when you were 8? When you were 13?
I had the same best friend from 1 to 20... Dionne Long. Our parents were in that wonderful pyramid scheme Amway together, and we were ALWAYS together. Whenever my mom went out of town, she would let me spend the night at her house. Whenever we wanted to go somewhere, the only question was "is Dionne's mom/dad going?" **sgh** I miss those days! We lost touch when we went to college in different states, but we've remained friends through adulthood, and I was a bridesmaid in her wedding. Now she has a husband and a little boy, and I'm trying to catch up!
4. If you could travel anywhere, where would it be & why?
I would love love LOVE to go to South Africa. It's not so much about going "back to my roots;" I just want to see it. REALLY see it. My friend Kelly spent two months there studying, and she said that it changed her life. I just want to spend time in a place that is so drastically different then where I live. Plus I hear that it is devastatingly beautiful and one of the best trips you could ever take.
5. Would you hate losing your sight or hearing most?
Hmm... I think that losing my sight would be much more difficult than losing my hearing. I don't always have to hear what is going on, but I can't imagine what it would be like not to be able to see. Would I rather see the face of the man that I love or hear his voice? Would I rather see the smiles of my children or hear them crying? Would I rather see my food at a five star restaurant or hear the noise in the dining room? SEE SEE SEE.
Bonus (as in optional): Nature or nurture?
Now THIS is the best question of all. I think nurture, and can only look at myself and the woman that I have become. Of course I don't know anything about the people who contributed to my gene pool, so it is impossible to really know how they have shaped my personality. But I did know my mother, and I can unequivocally say that I AM MY MOTHER'S CHILD!! Not a day goes by that I don't catch myself saying something that she would say or giving someone a look that she would give. I just can't imagine that any biological connection between us would've contributed more to who I am than the time, energy, and thought that she spent with me.
1. If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?
Hmm... the pageant house in "Crowned." It has a rose garden, for God's sake!
2. If you had a clone, what would you make it do so you could have free time?
Go to work. Sometimes I am just OVER working for a living. And the saddest part of all is that I haven't been doing it NEARLY long enough to feel that way! But I would send the clone to the pharmacy so that I could spend my days reading, watching soap operas, and blogging :)
3. Who was your best friend when you were 8? When you were 13?
I had the same best friend from 1 to 20... Dionne Long. Our parents were in that wonderful pyramid scheme Amway together, and we were ALWAYS together. Whenever my mom went out of town, she would let me spend the night at her house. Whenever we wanted to go somewhere, the only question was "is Dionne's mom/dad going?" **sgh** I miss those days! We lost touch when we went to college in different states, but we've remained friends through adulthood, and I was a bridesmaid in her wedding. Now she has a husband and a little boy, and I'm trying to catch up!
4. If you could travel anywhere, where would it be & why?
I would love love LOVE to go to South Africa. It's not so much about going "back to my roots;" I just want to see it. REALLY see it. My friend Kelly spent two months there studying, and she said that it changed her life. I just want to spend time in a place that is so drastically different then where I live. Plus I hear that it is devastatingly beautiful and one of the best trips you could ever take.
5. Would you hate losing your sight or hearing most?
Hmm... I think that losing my sight would be much more difficult than losing my hearing. I don't always have to hear what is going on, but I can't imagine what it would be like not to be able to see. Would I rather see the face of the man that I love or hear his voice? Would I rather see the smiles of my children or hear them crying? Would I rather see my food at a five star restaurant or hear the noise in the dining room? SEE SEE SEE.
Bonus (as in optional): Nature or nurture?
Now THIS is the best question of all. I think nurture, and can only look at myself and the woman that I have become. Of course I don't know anything about the people who contributed to my gene pool, so it is impossible to really know how they have shaped my personality. But I did know my mother, and I can unequivocally say that I AM MY MOTHER'S CHILD!! Not a day goes by that I don't catch myself saying something that she would say or giving someone a look that she would give. I just can't imagine that any biological connection between us would've contributed more to who I am than the time, energy, and thought that she spent with me.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Bitch Ass Motherfuckers
First and foremost, a moment of silence to commemorate what should be a very momentous occasion: post #200.
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Okay, moment over. Now, I have to apologize in advance if this post seems a wee bit angry. I am unleashing the fury... why? Because I'm FURIOUS. **tell 'em why you mad son!** I promise that you'll regret that you asked (especially if you're the person with whom I'm furious). But hey- disclosure is cathartic (or so I'm told).
Don't you just loooooovvvvvve when people do something that both they and you know is wrong, but they try to make it seem like it's not? And don't you also love when they try to call your bluff by acting like they don't care that you're mad? And don't you love even MORE when they act like your disappearance from their life is as meaningless as that last drop of water that evaporated from the Pacific Ocean? Ah well. Two can play that game. Actually, no... scratch that. It's not a game, and that's where he went wrong. I was SO very serious when I said that I was leaving you free to live your life as you see fit without interference from me. But when I said it, I wasn't mad. Just a little sad and resigned to the fact that our friendship has been irrevocably changed. And then you went and said it. "Okay. See you when I see you."
The fuck?
THAT'S how you want it to be, Billy Badass?
Cool. I hear you barkin, Mad Dog. You coudn't have made it any clearer. You don't need me, and with that remark, I could do without you too. It's kinda funny how how a friendship that has been built and tested and challenged and bent and stretched and ripped and patched and finally settled into a comfortable warm bond can be so easily supplanted by something else. Without even a fight. **sigh**
Well... it puts it all into perspective. You wanted me to be your homeboy- the female equivalent of your other running buddies. Oh but wait- you already have one of those! So what the hell do you need me for? You want us to sit around and paint each others' toenails while we dish about men and women and how to make each others' relationships better? I'm thinking no. That shit is selfish. We meant something to each other once. And even though we apparently don't anymore (even though you said different not so long ago), wouldn't you think that we could at least be fair and kind? Wait... you don't do kind. I knew that- what was I thinking?
So that's why I'm mad- boiling, actually. But what's done is done. While others are going about their daily lives, I should do the same. That was part of my plan for 2008 (along with not letting other people put their TRASH in my garbage can), so why not start now? We were good once, and when I think of you from now on, that's what I'll think of. I've been splitting my time for too long, and it stops here. So good luck to you.
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Okay, moment over. Now, I have to apologize in advance if this post seems a wee bit angry. I am unleashing the fury... why? Because I'm FURIOUS. **tell 'em why you mad son!** I promise that you'll regret that you asked (especially if you're the person with whom I'm furious). But hey- disclosure is cathartic (or so I'm told).
Don't you just loooooovvvvvve when people do something that both they and you know is wrong, but they try to make it seem like it's not? And don't you also love when they try to call your bluff by acting like they don't care that you're mad? And don't you love even MORE when they act like your disappearance from their life is as meaningless as that last drop of water that evaporated from the Pacific Ocean? Ah well. Two can play that game. Actually, no... scratch that. It's not a game, and that's where he went wrong. I was SO very serious when I said that I was leaving you free to live your life as you see fit without interference from me. But when I said it, I wasn't mad. Just a little sad and resigned to the fact that our friendship has been irrevocably changed. And then you went and said it. "Okay. See you when I see you."
The fuck?
THAT'S how you want it to be, Billy Badass?
Cool. I hear you barkin, Mad Dog. You coudn't have made it any clearer. You don't need me, and with that remark, I could do without you too. It's kinda funny how how a friendship that has been built and tested and challenged and bent and stretched and ripped and patched and finally settled into a comfortable warm bond can be so easily supplanted by something else. Without even a fight. **sigh**
Well... it puts it all into perspective. You wanted me to be your homeboy- the female equivalent of your other running buddies. Oh but wait- you already have one of those! So what the hell do you need me for? You want us to sit around and paint each others' toenails while we dish about men and women and how to make each others' relationships better? I'm thinking no. That shit is selfish. We meant something to each other once. And even though we apparently don't anymore (even though you said different not so long ago), wouldn't you think that we could at least be fair and kind? Wait... you don't do kind. I knew that- what was I thinking?
So that's why I'm mad- boiling, actually. But what's done is done. While others are going about their daily lives, I should do the same. That was part of my plan for 2008 (along with not letting other people put their TRASH in my garbage can), so why not start now? We were good once, and when I think of you from now on, that's what I'll think of. I've been splitting my time for too long, and it stops here. So good luck to you.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
2008
I resisted doing this for precisely the same reason as everyone else: I hate making all of these promises to myself and then being down because I accomplished exactly none of them. But I'm going to issue this disclaimer: shit happens. I may not get all the way there. But if you catch me slippin on any of these, call me out.
NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS 2008
1. Make nine consecutive on-time student loan mayments. Oh yeah, boys and girls, it's real like that. When the man is after you, you gotta follow the rules. So after $9360, I'l be good on #1.
2. Speak what is not as if it were so. Contrary to science, in life positivity attracts positivity. So if I speak it out loud, it'll be. Period.
3. Stop letting other people put their trash into my trashcan, because when I'm have something that belongs in there, it won't fit. Your shortcomings are not my doing. Your failures aren't mine. No more. If you're ungrateful, then I'm not giving anymore.
4. Stick to the yoga AT LEAST three times a week. At least. They're starting a 30-day challenge at the studio, but my work schedule is too iffy for that. Three days. I have to commit.
5. Stop pulling him in when I want and pushing him away when I don't. He made a choice and then I made a choice in response. He's gone and I need to let him go to be free to find something better with someone better. And there is someone better for him than me.
6. 2007 is over. I can't get it back and I don't want it back. Stop talking about what I could've done and what I should've done. I couldn't and I didn't. So release it. You can't reach out to grab something new if your hands are already full.
7. I'm growing my hair out. No scissors (unless it's for a quick triim) until 2009. I'm even going to try to go without a relaxer until then too, but that's iffy. I was so beautiful when my hair was long, and I DESPERATELY want it back.
8. Say no. It probably sounds crazy coming from me, but I don't say "no" HALF as much as I should. If I'm tired or I'm sick or I'm broke or I'm sleepy or I'm hungry or I just plain don't want to, then NO. And I'm not giving an explanation. No is sufficient.
9. Find my birth parent(s).
10. Bring Christmas in on an island. No matter where or for how long... sun, alcohol, suntan lotion, and water. Vamanos.
NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS 2008
1. Make nine consecutive on-time student loan mayments. Oh yeah, boys and girls, it's real like that. When the man is after you, you gotta follow the rules. So after $9360, I'l be good on #1.
2. Speak what is not as if it were so. Contrary to science, in life positivity attracts positivity. So if I speak it out loud, it'll be. Period.
3. Stop letting other people put their trash into my trashcan, because when I'm have something that belongs in there, it won't fit. Your shortcomings are not my doing. Your failures aren't mine. No more. If you're ungrateful, then I'm not giving anymore.
4. Stick to the yoga AT LEAST three times a week. At least. They're starting a 30-day challenge at the studio, but my work schedule is too iffy for that. Three days. I have to commit.
5. Stop pulling him in when I want and pushing him away when I don't. He made a choice and then I made a choice in response. He's gone and I need to let him go to be free to find something better with someone better. And there is someone better for him than me.
6. 2007 is over. I can't get it back and I don't want it back. Stop talking about what I could've done and what I should've done. I couldn't and I didn't. So release it. You can't reach out to grab something new if your hands are already full.
7. I'm growing my hair out. No scissors (unless it's for a quick triim) until 2009. I'm even going to try to go without a relaxer until then too, but that's iffy. I was so beautiful when my hair was long, and I DESPERATELY want it back.
8. Say no. It probably sounds crazy coming from me, but I don't say "no" HALF as much as I should. If I'm tired or I'm sick or I'm broke or I'm sleepy or I'm hungry or I just plain don't want to, then NO. And I'm not giving an explanation. No is sufficient.
9. Find my birth parent(s).
10. Bring Christmas in on an island. No matter where or for how long... sun, alcohol, suntan lotion, and water. Vamanos.
This is Why Healthcare Should Unequivocally NOT Be Universal
So I have a doctor's appointment at 1:30 and I've never been here before. I'm driving up and down the street looking for the address that the receptionist gave me when I made the appointment. 616 Grove Avenue. But I'm confused- 616 is a house. So I call for directions. "Ma'am 616 is a house. Ohhhh.... the office is in the house? On the side? Umm... okay." **sigh** That's what the fuck I get for taking a reference for a physician.
Now I'm waiting. It's 1:15 and my appointment is at 1:30. I have NO confidence that I'll be seen before 2:00. **looking around for a distraction** These Hispanic overweight women (mother and daughter- both adults) are sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office with a grocery bag of food. The mother keeps reaching into the bag and pulling out a fucking snack, then handingg some to her daughter. Orange. Crackers. Cookies. Chips. WTF??? That's probably why yall's fat asses are in here!!!! STOP SNACKING! And how come every where I freaking go, nobody speaks English? It's NEW JERSEY, for God's sake! And so fucking LOUD, though. **sigh**
Ladies: do women still buy (and floss) Agnier? Just wondering. Well, she obviously does.
Flashback to work yesterday. I'm enjoying my last few days at my wonderful place of employment, so I'm just chillin. This lady comes in- turns out her daughter works in the pharmacy as one of my techs. **all of the following is taking place at HIGH volume** "Hey babe- just left the doctor. I told him all about the itch problem. I wanted..."
WAIT. Now I know I don't speak Spanish, but the impossibly fat woman (mother) is talking to another patient in the waiting room. I just heard "Slimfast." Oh hell naw.
Okay. "I wanted a pill, but he gave me this cream. I sure hope it helps! So I used my Medicaid- everything was free!!" **insert cell phone blasting "rock Boys" here** MY GOD. Medicaid patients have iphones? Bastards. Ah well... she still has that itch.
Now I'm waiting. It's 1:15 and my appointment is at 1:30. I have NO confidence that I'll be seen before 2:00. **looking around for a distraction** These Hispanic overweight women (mother and daughter- both adults) are sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office with a grocery bag of food. The mother keeps reaching into the bag and pulling out a fucking snack, then handingg some to her daughter. Orange. Crackers. Cookies. Chips. WTF??? That's probably why yall's fat asses are in here!!!! STOP SNACKING! And how come every where I freaking go, nobody speaks English? It's NEW JERSEY, for God's sake! And so fucking LOUD, though. **sigh**
Ladies: do women still buy (and floss) Agnier? Just wondering. Well, she obviously does.
Flashback to work yesterday. I'm enjoying my last few days at my wonderful place of employment, so I'm just chillin. This lady comes in- turns out her daughter works in the pharmacy as one of my techs. **all of the following is taking place at HIGH volume** "Hey babe- just left the doctor. I told him all about the itch problem. I wanted..."
WAIT. Now I know I don't speak Spanish, but the impossibly fat woman (mother) is talking to another patient in the waiting room. I just heard "Slimfast." Oh hell naw.
Okay. "I wanted a pill, but he gave me this cream. I sure hope it helps! So I used my Medicaid- everything was free!!" **insert cell phone blasting "rock Boys" here** MY GOD. Medicaid patients have iphones? Bastards. Ah well... she still has that itch.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Monday Musings
#1 thing you will NEVER hear on white radio: "Don't forget Prodigy is in the studio this morning! He goes to jail on Wednesday, so this is one of his last interviews before he gets locked down!" **sigh**
Soooo... here I am back in blogland. Guess I'll have to build up my readership again since I've been on this unofficial hiatus. Went to yoga on Saturday morning- WHEW!! Please God, tell me (and be honest) that it'll get better soon. The poses are just so damn hard since I can barely touch my kneecaps, let alone my freaking toes! And watching all the serene white women in the front row calmly contorting themselves into rabbit and camel and God knows what else... ARGH! But the best part (and I mean this in the LEAST good part of the word "best") is the locker room.
Ahhh... the locker room, I sorry- CHANGING ROOM- of a Bikram yoga studio in Westfield, New Jersey. "Look at these! I guess after nursing three children, I should just stop being afraid and get them done." "Ooh did you just have yours done? Do you mind? May I touch them?" **sigh** For the record, I am NEVER comfortable with nudity... my own or anyone elses'. EVER. But nudity all around me in an enclosed space while carrying on a full and very lengthy conversation as if you are fully dressed.
I.
Just.
Simply.
Cannot.
Do.
It.
Under ANY circumstances.
Getting that many eyesful of the Caucasian female anatomy (and YES- it IS different) is simply more than I can handle. Honestly, I think my retinas are singed. And it's as if nothing unusual is going on!
Go yoga!
Soooo... here I am back in blogland. Guess I'll have to build up my readership again since I've been on this unofficial hiatus. Went to yoga on Saturday morning- WHEW!! Please God, tell me (and be honest) that it'll get better soon. The poses are just so damn hard since I can barely touch my kneecaps, let alone my freaking toes! And watching all the serene white women in the front row calmly contorting themselves into rabbit and camel and God knows what else... ARGH! But the best part (and I mean this in the LEAST good part of the word "best") is the locker room.
Ahhh... the locker room, I sorry- CHANGING ROOM- of a Bikram yoga studio in Westfield, New Jersey. "Look at these! I guess after nursing three children, I should just stop being afraid and get them done." "Ooh did you just have yours done? Do you mind? May I touch them?" **sigh** For the record, I am NEVER comfortable with nudity... my own or anyone elses'. EVER. But nudity all around me in an enclosed space while carrying on a full and very lengthy conversation as if you are fully dressed.
I.
Just.
Simply.
Cannot.
Do.
It.
Under ANY circumstances.
Getting that many eyesful of the Caucasian female anatomy (and YES- it IS different) is simply more than I can handle. Honestly, I think my retinas are singed. And it's as if nothing unusual is going on!
Go yoga!
Friday, January 04, 2008
Mama Say Mama Saw Mamacoosah
Now it's a damn shame that I haven't blogged in almost a month. Ah well... I've been keeping track of others, so... bygones.
Anyhoo! Last night I discovered that there are parts of my body I never knew existed. And I also discovered the human body's endless capacity for sweat. I went to my first bikram yoga class, and yall... whew. Every time the instructor called out a new pose, she'd say the name of it, and then she'd say something that sounded like some old J-5 hit: "mama say mama saw mamacoosah" or something. **sigh**
I.
Have.
NEVER.
IN MY LIFE.
Sweated so much.
110 degrees. Twenty or so white people. Oh yeah, and me. Sweating. Like a Hebrew slave trying to put that last brick on the top of the pyramid. My God. I'm not flexible- AT ALL- so I felt quite a bit like a loser as everyone else was downward facing dogging and angry cowing and peaceful eagling and whatnot. However, I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I see how bikram yoga can benefit me, I just have to stick to it like my clothes were sticking to me. So I went to Target and bought my very own mat and matching tote bag (no need to be sweaty AND mismatched!). Tomorrow's class is at 8 a.m. Stay tuned...
Oh yeah, and Happy New Year :)
Anyhoo! Last night I discovered that there are parts of my body I never knew existed. And I also discovered the human body's endless capacity for sweat. I went to my first bikram yoga class, and yall... whew. Every time the instructor called out a new pose, she'd say the name of it, and then she'd say something that sounded like some old J-5 hit: "mama say mama saw mamacoosah" or something. **sigh**
I.
Have.
NEVER.
IN MY LIFE.
Sweated so much.
110 degrees. Twenty or so white people. Oh yeah, and me. Sweating. Like a Hebrew slave trying to put that last brick on the top of the pyramid. My God. I'm not flexible- AT ALL- so I felt quite a bit like a loser as everyone else was downward facing dogging and angry cowing and peaceful eagling and whatnot. However, I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I see how bikram yoga can benefit me, I just have to stick to it like my clothes were sticking to me. So I went to Target and bought my very own mat and matching tote bag (no need to be sweaty AND mismatched!). Tomorrow's class is at 8 a.m. Stay tuned...
Oh yeah, and Happy New Year :)
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