Sunday, January 11, 2009
First off, let me just say that this Nutisystem thing is a bit harder than I had originally anticipated. I am a natural foodie- a fat ass, if you will (SHUT UP, please... just this ONE time)- so I think about food all the time. When I get up the morning, when I have just finished one meal I am thinking about what I will have for the next one... that sort of thing. But with Nutrisystem it's all planned out in advance. For breakfast I willl have one Nutrisystem entree, one dairy or protein serving, and one fruit serving. For lunch, it's one Nutrisystem entree, one fruit serving, a salad serving... blah blah blah. I started yesterday and was acually pleasantly surprised at the fact that I didn't feel hungry because I was eating about every three hours or so. I forgot to get a scale when I FINALLY got back from Brooklyn yesterday, so I have no idea what my starting weight was. But if the number of times that I ran back and forth to the freaking bathroom is any indication, I should be at my goal of 40 pounds in no time, LOL! At any rate, I just finished my breakfast and I am plottng on how fast I can get out of church so that I won't be starving by lunch. **sigh**
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Saturday, January 03, 2009
On my re-emergence into Blogland and it's timely coincidence with the start of yet another new year, I figured that I would look back at the things I was going to try and accomplish last year.
1. Make nine consecutive on-time student loan payments. Handled that, off to a good start.
2. Speak what is not as if it were so. Tried that... sometimes it worked a little better than others.
3. Stop letting other people put their trash into my trashcan, because when I have something that belongs in there, it won't fit. Yeah well... we can't win them all, LOL!
4. Stick to the yoga AT LEAST three times a week. And on this note.. 2008 was a COLOSSAL failure. I haven't SEEN the inside of the yoga studio since January... **sigh***
5. Stop pulling him in when I want and pushing him away when I don't. Okay, so in my defense, I tried that... I REALLY did. HONEST. It didn't work. I tried to respect his choice, and to be honest, it worked for a while. But then I looked in the mirror (both the literal and the figurative one) and realized that he, in fact, deserved better, and that maybe, just MAYBE that the better choice would be me. And so we are here. Multitasking together **snicker**
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. I think I did a pretty good job of distancing myself from the past, and it gets farther away in my rearview mirror every day.
7. I'm growing my hair out. No scissors (unless it's for a quick trim) until 2009. I'm even going to try to go without a relaxer until then too, but that's iffy. Yeah, about that. So if you have peeked at the post below, you already know that I have failed miserably at this. Well, I did go without a relaxer until December 27, so that was pretty much a roaring success. But I took the scissors to it that day as well, so... wait, you were thinking that THIS was an actual haircut? Aha! Made ya look! That was a wig.
8. Say no. I actually tend to do that quite a bit- not as much as I should, but I am working on it.
9. Find my birth parent(s). Well, I did accomplish that. Found... what was I calling them... Maureen and John. Spent New Year's Eve with Maureen and her husband, got a text message from John on Christmas Day, so check that one off the list.
10. Bring Christmas in on an island. Yeah, no. I was on my couch watching old episodes of my favorite soap operas. **sigh**
Did I mention that I don't like doing this whole looking back thing? LOL
1. Make nine consecutive on-time student loan payments. Handled that, off to a good start.
2. Speak what is not as if it were so. Tried that... sometimes it worked a little better than others.
3. Stop letting other people put their trash into my trashcan, because when I have something that belongs in there, it won't fit. Yeah well... we can't win them all, LOL!
4. Stick to the yoga AT LEAST three times a week. And on this note.. 2008 was a COLOSSAL failure. I haven't SEEN the inside of the yoga studio since January... **sigh***
5. Stop pulling him in when I want and pushing him away when I don't. Okay, so in my defense, I tried that... I REALLY did. HONEST. It didn't work. I tried to respect his choice, and to be honest, it worked for a while. But then I looked in the mirror (both the literal and the figurative one) and realized that he, in fact, deserved better, and that maybe, just MAYBE that the better choice would be me. And so we are here. Multitasking together **snicker**
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. I think I did a pretty good job of distancing myself from the past, and it gets farther away in my rearview mirror every day.
7. I'm growing my hair out. No scissors (unless it's for a quick trim) until 2009. I'm even going to try to go without a relaxer until then too, but that's iffy. Yeah, about that. So if you have peeked at the post below, you already know that I have failed miserably at this. Well, I did go without a relaxer until December 27, so that was pretty much a roaring success. But I took the scissors to it that day as well, so... wait, you were thinking that THIS was an actual haircut? Aha! Made ya look! That was a wig.
8. Say no. I actually tend to do that quite a bit- not as much as I should, but I am working on it.
9. Find my birth parent(s). Well, I did accomplish that. Found... what was I calling them... Maureen and John. Spent New Year's Eve with Maureen and her husband, got a text message from John on Christmas Day, so check that one off the list.
10. Bring Christmas in on an island. Yeah, no. I was on my couch watching old episodes of my favorite soap operas. **sigh**
Did I mention that I don't like doing this whole looking back thing? LOL
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I Made the Wrong Choice
The music is loud, there's a red cup in everybody's hand, and the house is packed... I guess that's the standard definition of a "good party." I came here with one guy, but I haven't seen him since we walked in the door. I just feel... pulled toward another. This is the guy I'm attracted to, this is the guy I want to be with. I don't know his name and I never see his face, but I just... I just know. I can see my date's head across the room watching me intently, but I just turn my body and occupy myself with something else, someone else. He'll be fine. It's a party.
I'm outside- it's a beautiful afternoon, and I am turning the corner to go to my car. I'm by myself; I haven't seen my date in hours, and even though I know there's another guy, I don't see him either. As I'm walking across the lawn and down the driveway, I stop short. There's this... this feeling. This really intense, heavy, pressure in the middle of my chest. Suddenly I am overcome with this genuine, absolute certainty. The certainty that I have made a mistake. Something is wrong. I have to find him, I have to explain. He has to know. I made the wrong choice.
I immediately turned around and walked toward the backyard to find him. My date... I needed to talk to him. I see him in the midst of a large group of friends, dancing with three girls. He is smiling, laughing, being his usual, gregarious self. Everybody loves him, he makes people smile. As I get closer, I see his friends eyeing me, but I ignore them. "Hey. Can I talk to you for a second?" "Nah, I'm busy." And he turns his back to me and keeps dancing. The closest girl to me tosses her hair back over her shoulder as she looks me, a momentary look of pity on her face. The friends give me that "damn, shawty" look- you know the one. The one where people are embarrassed for you, but not so much that they don't appreciate and approve of the fact that you just got played. "Please, just for a second. I have something to tell you." he looks at me for the briefest of seconds and sighs. "Fine. Just let me finish here." I continue to stand on the sidelines of their mini party, watching while the girls laugh and dance; watching while the friends studiously ignore me and simultaneously egg him on. The song finally ends, and he walks towards me like he'd rather be doing anything else.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I know that how I have treated you today is wrong. We came here together, and I haven't said a word to you since we walked in the door. I know you've seen me with him, I know I have hurt you. I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. He's not the one I want, he's not the one I love. I made the wrong choice. Please can I have another chance?" The entire time I am speaking, he is looking directly into my eyes, absorbing every word that I am saying. He didn't want to talk to me, but he can't bring himself to walk away either. When I ask the question, he opens his mouth and...
I wake up.
I'm not crying, but I feel close to tears. The room is dark, it must be about 4 or 5 in the morning. Stone is sleeping at the foot of the bed- completely oblivious to my situation. Just like in my dream, there's this... this weight on my chest, this heaviness on my being. It's like... is this heartache? Is this what people mean when they write about heartache in love songs and sappy movies? I don't think I have ever felt this before. Sure, I've been in love, and ABSOLUTELY I have cried myself to death over the end of a relationship. But I have never felt this... this FEELING. Like I made the wrong choice. I haven't done anything wrong, I don't think I have hurt him- well, that's not true. I think I did hurt him, but that was a long time ago, and we've talked through all that. But it's like.... hmm... if you watch Deal or No Deal, you know the part at the very end where there are only two cases left, and Howie gives the contestant the choice to ride out with their original case or switch with the one that's on the stage with the model. The contestant decides to keep her case, and when they open the one on the stage, it has the million dollars. And hers has the penny. One measly penny. One cent. And she had the choice to switch that would've given her one million dollars. Of course there was no way she could have known. No way she could have realized that all she had to do was make a different choice, and she would have her dream. Well, that's how I feel... I made the wrong choice.
So now what do I do? Because the choice is no longer mine alone. I need another chance. I need him to ask me the same question that he asked me a long time ago- if you didn't have him, would you want to be with me? And I need to ask him the same question he asked me- if he decided that he really did want to be with me, would I have him? Because the answer to my question is yes. I said no before, I said it was too late. But I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong. There are some less than ideal circumstances- no, there is ONE less than ideal circumstance. But it is what it is, and it doesn't have to matter. I made the wrong choice once. So... can I have another chance?
I'm outside- it's a beautiful afternoon, and I am turning the corner to go to my car. I'm by myself; I haven't seen my date in hours, and even though I know there's another guy, I don't see him either. As I'm walking across the lawn and down the driveway, I stop short. There's this... this feeling. This really intense, heavy, pressure in the middle of my chest. Suddenly I am overcome with this genuine, absolute certainty. The certainty that I have made a mistake. Something is wrong. I have to find him, I have to explain. He has to know. I made the wrong choice.
I immediately turned around and walked toward the backyard to find him. My date... I needed to talk to him. I see him in the midst of a large group of friends, dancing with three girls. He is smiling, laughing, being his usual, gregarious self. Everybody loves him, he makes people smile. As I get closer, I see his friends eyeing me, but I ignore them. "Hey. Can I talk to you for a second?" "Nah, I'm busy." And he turns his back to me and keeps dancing. The closest girl to me tosses her hair back over her shoulder as she looks me, a momentary look of pity on her face. The friends give me that "damn, shawty" look- you know the one. The one where people are embarrassed for you, but not so much that they don't appreciate and approve of the fact that you just got played. "Please, just for a second. I have something to tell you." he looks at me for the briefest of seconds and sighs. "Fine. Just let me finish here." I continue to stand on the sidelines of their mini party, watching while the girls laugh and dance; watching while the friends studiously ignore me and simultaneously egg him on. The song finally ends, and he walks towards me like he'd rather be doing anything else.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I know that how I have treated you today is wrong. We came here together, and I haven't said a word to you since we walked in the door. I know you've seen me with him, I know I have hurt you. I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. He's not the one I want, he's not the one I love. I made the wrong choice. Please can I have another chance?" The entire time I am speaking, he is looking directly into my eyes, absorbing every word that I am saying. He didn't want to talk to me, but he can't bring himself to walk away either. When I ask the question, he opens his mouth and...
I wake up.
I'm not crying, but I feel close to tears. The room is dark, it must be about 4 or 5 in the morning. Stone is sleeping at the foot of the bed- completely oblivious to my situation. Just like in my dream, there's this... this weight on my chest, this heaviness on my being. It's like... is this heartache? Is this what people mean when they write about heartache in love songs and sappy movies? I don't think I have ever felt this before. Sure, I've been in love, and ABSOLUTELY I have cried myself to death over the end of a relationship. But I have never felt this... this FEELING. Like I made the wrong choice. I haven't done anything wrong, I don't think I have hurt him- well, that's not true. I think I did hurt him, but that was a long time ago, and we've talked through all that. But it's like.... hmm... if you watch Deal or No Deal, you know the part at the very end where there are only two cases left, and Howie gives the contestant the choice to ride out with their original case or switch with the one that's on the stage with the model. The contestant decides to keep her case, and when they open the one on the stage, it has the million dollars. And hers has the penny. One measly penny. One cent. And she had the choice to switch that would've given her one million dollars. Of course there was no way she could have known. No way she could have realized that all she had to do was make a different choice, and she would have her dream. Well, that's how I feel... I made the wrong choice.
So now what do I do? Because the choice is no longer mine alone. I need another chance. I need him to ask me the same question that he asked me a long time ago- if you didn't have him, would you want to be with me? And I need to ask him the same question he asked me- if he decided that he really did want to be with me, would I have him? Because the answer to my question is yes. I said no before, I said it was too late. But I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong. There are some less than ideal circumstances- no, there is ONE less than ideal circumstance. But it is what it is, and it doesn't have to matter. I made the wrong choice once. So... can I have another chance?
Friday, October 17, 2008
Once again I have ripped somebody off for this, but it was THE MOST entertaining thing I have seen all week- which is saying alot considering how much television I watch! The best parts were about cross-dressing Mayor Giuliani, Barack Steve Obama, and any and ALL digs at Senator McCain. LOOOOOOOVE this man!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Honesty is the Key
So this is where I get crunked up about being nominated for this shiny little award (see above), otherwise known as the Honest Blogger Award. I used to be honest, hell I used to tell yall everything. But since niggas started finding me on the web and throwing vases at my shit (I'll bust the windows out yo' carrrrrrrr!), I had to dial it back a bit. Well, at any rate, the lovely La is responsible for this nomination, so.....
thank you. I would post a picture of her (according to the optional portion of the rules), but then we would no longer be friends and Bob would whip my ass, so.... alas, here we are.
First I'll tell some of my business, then we'll pass the torch to someone else.
1. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Set it up, and I'm in.
2. Walking 2 miles in 36 hours let me know that I am far from being the loser I was starting to think I was. Now if I could just make that feeling last...
3. I want to quit my job more than anything in the world, but have ABSOLUTELY no means to make that happen.
4. I may or may not be a cornball. Case in point? I left a lipstick message on a boy's mirror and kissed it. **sigh** I'm sooooooooo far gone.
**this has stopped being fun because now I just feel silly... we're done here**
I have really been slacking on this blog joint lately, so the idea of choosing seven people to receive this illustrious award is a bit mind-bending. Plus La stole at least two of my choices (yes, we are TOTALLY wrong for hoping for the expose), so here are my nominations:
Jarrod... that is if he is even still blogging. Something about his blog outliving its usefulness and all that... so if you're still here, tag, you're it.
Adei because she's pure comedy and besides, I keep hoping for more scoop from her pharmacy days :)
I got nothing else... this was strictly out of obligation (OMG, is THIS what marriage feels like?)
Here are the rules:
1. When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back
2. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more) that you find brilliant in their content or design.
3. Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with ‘honest weblog’
4. Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).
5. And then we pass it on!
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
October 4-5, 2008
**thump thud thump thud**
That sound you hear is the sound of me hop-hobble-crawling over to the couch in order to post these pictures. This past weekend was the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer... YAYYYYY!!!!!! Thank you to all of you who contributed to such a worthy cause (and if you haven't, the website will be available for donations for 28 more days!!). After two days of walking across every available corner of Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Randalls Island, I am finally home. And to be honest, I am in paaaaaaaaain :( But it was a WONDERFUL experience. Five thousand women and men walking in tandem to help eradicate a disease that affects an alarming number of people every year. Of 39 miles, I was able to finish 29 with no training shut up- I've been busy!), so I am very very proud :) Okay, okay... enuogh of all that. Here are some pics of the road.
Mile 4- still fresh and bouncy :)
Kelly and me on day 1 at mile 9
Here I am on day 1 at mile lucky number 13 :) I was still smiling, as you can see, so all was well.
We made it to the half way point on day 1... that smile is starting to slip a bit, LOL
We made it to the Brooklyn Bridge... YAY!!!
Yeah... when we woke up Sunday morning it was POURING down rain and neither of us had ponchos. So the crew was handing out these thermal "blankets" which amounted to a square of tin foil which was supposed to... I guess keep us warm and dry?? Anyway- this is what it turned out to be.
I should probably know what this little piece of art is called, but I don't... it was outside The Plaza in front of Central Park.
THE FINISH LINE!!!!!!!!!!! We made it at last :)
That sound you hear is the sound of me hop-hobble-crawling over to the couch in order to post these pictures. This past weekend was the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer... YAYYYYY!!!!!! Thank you to all of you who contributed to such a worthy cause (and if you haven't, the website will be available for donations for 28 more days!!). After two days of walking across every available corner of Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Randalls Island, I am finally home. And to be honest, I am in paaaaaaaaain :( But it was a WONDERFUL experience. Five thousand women and men walking in tandem to help eradicate a disease that affects an alarming number of people every year. Of 39 miles, I was able to finish 29 with no training shut up- I've been busy!), so I am very very proud :) Okay, okay... enuogh of all that. Here are some pics of the road.
Mile 4- still fresh and bouncy :)
Kelly and me on day 1 at mile 9
Here I am on day 1 at mile lucky number 13 :) I was still smiling, as you can see, so all was well.
We made it to the half way point on day 1... that smile is starting to slip a bit, LOL
We made it to the Brooklyn Bridge... YAY!!!
Yeah... when we woke up Sunday morning it was POURING down rain and neither of us had ponchos. So the crew was handing out these thermal "blankets" which amounted to a square of tin foil which was supposed to... I guess keep us warm and dry?? Anyway- this is what it turned out to be.
I should probably know what this little piece of art is called, but I don't... it was outside The Plaza in front of Central Park.
THE FINISH LINE!!!!!!!!!!! We made it at last :)
Thursday, October 02, 2008
This is probably mad old, and I am ridiculously behind in watching this, but...
Oh.
My.
God.
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Oh.
My.
God.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Weekend Recap
Man... My stomach is JUST starting to deflate from the ridiculously GINORMOUS brunch we had on Sunday! If you're in the Richmond area, definitely check out the Sunday champagne brunch at The Jefferson Hotel downtown. It was, in a word, WONDERFUL!! I was gonna post the menu here (and I still might), but Shortcake is hatin right now, so... Besides, just LOOKING at all that food we ate might send me into another food-induced coma!
**I decided to post it anyway... it brings back such tasty memories**
Breakfast Items
Various Poached Egg Specialties
Eggs Jefferson
Sausage
Bacon
Three Cheese Grits
Hash Browns
Made-to-Order Omelets
Freshly Made Waffles with Fruit Toppings
French Toast
Assorted Danish and Pastry
Fresh Seasonal Fruit
Luncheon Items
Poultry, Meat and Seafood Entrees with seasonal accompaniments
Bountiful Seafood Display with Smoked Salmon, Mussels, Scallops, Poached Shrimp and Oysters on the Half Shell
Chef's Weekly Choice of Carving Station featuring Roasted Prime Rib, Beef Tenderloin, Turkey, Lamb or Glazed Ham
Seasonal Pasta
Soup of the Day
The Jefferson's Signature Spoonbread
Imported and Domestic Cheese Display
Seasonal Salads
Housemade Charcuterie including Pates and Terrines
Desserts
Chocolate Truffle Torte
Variety of Cheese Cakes
Key Lime Pie
Citrus Tarts
Cannoli
Toasted Almond Torte
Pecan Bourbon Torte
Sundae Station with Chef's Choice of Bananas Foster, Cherries Jubilee, Stuffed Crepes or Waffle Cones and Ice Cream
The best part was that every time you took a sip of your champagne, the server was there to refill your glass! So as if the Patron and pineapple juice extravaganza the night before wasn't enough, now I'm HIGH on champagne too? **sigh** We sooooooo love it there.
I was also gonna go into this long detailed recap of what we did the whole weekend, but I figured nobody really cares. Here are the highlights: Friday night we went to the Martini Kitchen for drinks. Definitely need to take a bulldozer to that place and try again. Boooooo. Saturday we went to Short Pump mall and then the step show that night. Lessons learned from that experience? I am too old for the collegiate step show experience. I can only hear so many bars of "Atomic Dog" before I'm reaching for a sharp implement and all those children singing and dancing to songs I've never heard before just make me tired. But we did win first place (yay HT '07!!), so it was worth my $10. Like I said, Sunday was brunch. That morning Jigga drove up (get it? As in MY NIGGA!!!!! Never mind, inside joke) to eat with us. **sigh** He soooooo makes my heart sing. Anyway... brunch, sleep, football, 60 Minutes, and **ahem** other stuff. The end. Happy 31st birthday to me :)
**I decided to post it anyway... it brings back such tasty memories**
Breakfast Items
Various Poached Egg Specialties
Eggs Jefferson
Sausage
Bacon
Three Cheese Grits
Hash Browns
Made-to-Order Omelets
Freshly Made Waffles with Fruit Toppings
French Toast
Assorted Danish and Pastry
Fresh Seasonal Fruit
Luncheon Items
Poultry, Meat and Seafood Entrees with seasonal accompaniments
Bountiful Seafood Display with Smoked Salmon, Mussels, Scallops, Poached Shrimp and Oysters on the Half Shell
Chef's Weekly Choice of Carving Station featuring Roasted Prime Rib, Beef Tenderloin, Turkey, Lamb or Glazed Ham
Seasonal Pasta
Soup of the Day
The Jefferson's Signature Spoonbread
Imported and Domestic Cheese Display
Seasonal Salads
Housemade Charcuterie including Pates and Terrines
Desserts
Chocolate Truffle Torte
Variety of Cheese Cakes
Key Lime Pie
Citrus Tarts
Cannoli
Toasted Almond Torte
Pecan Bourbon Torte
Sundae Station with Chef's Choice of Bananas Foster, Cherries Jubilee, Stuffed Crepes or Waffle Cones and Ice Cream
The best part was that every time you took a sip of your champagne, the server was there to refill your glass! So as if the Patron and pineapple juice extravaganza the night before wasn't enough, now I'm HIGH on champagne too? **sigh** We sooooooo love it there.
I was also gonna go into this long detailed recap of what we did the whole weekend, but I figured nobody really cares. Here are the highlights: Friday night we went to the Martini Kitchen for drinks. Definitely need to take a bulldozer to that place and try again. Boooooo. Saturday we went to Short Pump mall and then the step show that night. Lessons learned from that experience? I am too old for the collegiate step show experience. I can only hear so many bars of "Atomic Dog" before I'm reaching for a sharp implement and all those children singing and dancing to songs I've never heard before just make me tired. But we did win first place (yay HT '07!!), so it was worth my $10. Like I said, Sunday was brunch. That morning Jigga drove up (get it? As in MY NIGGA!!!!! Never mind, inside joke) to eat with us. **sigh** He soooooo makes my heart sing. Anyway... brunch, sleep, football, 60 Minutes, and **ahem** other stuff. The end. Happy 31st birthday to me :)
Monday, September 22, 2008
So dears... here are some pictures from my birthday celebration this past weekend. I went back to VCU to hang out with my linesisters for our tenth anniversary and then had the most FAAAAAAABULOUS champagne brunch on Sunday with them and a friend. Shout out to the right side of the table and the lucky gentleman in the middle :)
From Airport Security
Happy birthday to me **sniffle** happy birthday to me **sniffle** happy birthday to Monique
**sigh**
Happy birthdaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy
Toooooooo
Meeeeeeeeeeeee
**sniffle**
**sigh**
Happy birthdaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy
Toooooooo
Meeeeeeeeeeeee
**sniffle**
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Anna-Lula is the New FAB!!!
OOOOOOOOOOH!!!!! Look at me! Look at me! I got an Anna-Lula original for my very berry own :)
**sigh of contentment**
Is it December yet? Cause I am sooooo ready to curl up in front of the fireplace with my new blanket and a good book... wait... I don't have a fireplace. **shrug** Ah well- whatevs. I gots me a new blanket!
**skipping off to turn the air conditioner down to 50 so I can wrap myself up**
**sigh of contentment**
Is it December yet? Cause I am sooooo ready to curl up in front of the fireplace with my new blanket and a good book... wait... I don't have a fireplace. **shrug** Ah well- whatevs. I gots me a new blanket!
**skipping off to turn the air conditioner down to 50 so I can wrap myself up**
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
**YAWN**
Lord.
Have.
Mercy.
So yeah, I am a proud card-carrying member of the Democratic party. And hell yeah, I am a very vocal, downright obnoxious supporter of Senator Barack Obama. But I mean, really.
That was, quite possibly, the WORST speech I have ever heard. In my life. Yep, that would be including the intention speech of the girl who ran for SCA Secretary when I was in third grade.
JESUS!!!!!!
I kept hoping someone would come along and punch me in the face, thereby killing me and preventing me from spending the rest of this evening in a hell created by Governor Sarah Palin- sorry, Sarah Plain and Tall. Now if it wasn't apparent to you all at home why I was calling her that before, it should soooooo be clear to you now. Aren't you supposed to be such an effective and inspiring speaker that you cannot even get through a sentence without being interrupted by the screams and chants of your rapt audience? Not this gal... she stopped at the end of every third sentence, hoping fervently that someone, ANYONE would clap their hands. I'm sorry Wolf Blitzer, she "hit it out of the park?" This speech proves why "she is such a beloved public official?" Chile, please! You can't possibly be serious! Why am I the only one who feels like this speech tanked? Is it because I support Obama-Biden? Is it because I am Black? Or is it just because I have two eyes and two ears and I actually saw and heard this travesty? All the commentators are raving about it... all the pundits are saying what a clinch performance this was and how Sarah Palin delivered past everyones' expectations. Errr???
This broad got up to that podium and basically decided that she wanted to throw darts at Barack Obama. Wait, I take that back. She bored us to tears with the introduction of her family and the long, drawn out story of her husband and what a great standup guy he is, and THEN she started with the darts. Community organizer doesn't compare to small town mayor? Estabished United States Senator doesn't compare to flash in the pan governor of the darkest, coldest state in the union? CHILE, PLEASE!!!!!! I didn't hear NOT ONE THING that- if I were an undecided voter- would've persuaded me to vote McCain-Palin. Not one thing. And surely those quick flashes of the one Black man, one Black woman, and one Latino woman in the crowd didn't really do it for me either. Maybe I was supposed to be inspired by this country music song "Raisin McCain?"
**puzzled look**
I dunno. But I really am just way too confused. I can be honest with you and say that I wasn't familiar with Joe Biden before he was selected as Barack Obama's running mate- I haven't always been too interested in our beloved political machine. But the minute he started speaking in Denver last week, I was persuaded. And when he finished, I was a supporter. He clearly stated his background, he emphasized his strong points, he elucidated how he planned to support Senator Obama after they were elected, hell... he just MADE SENSE!!!! No age jokes about McCain, no jabs at how he left his first wife and hooked up with the second one, then subsequently broke her arm for looking too long at some Black man on the campaign trail (kidding... sometimes I go too far!)... just a very clear and concise statement of his objectives and how he (and his ticket mate) plan to achieve those goals. What does Sarah Palin do? She makes some lame ass jokes about being a soccer mom and basically holds up a sign that says "I don't know what to say, please don't vote for me."
And this family of hers.... did she REALLY have her pregnant teenaged daughter trot her boyfriend out on stage at the end of her speech... better yet, have him to make sure he was holding Bristol's hand the whole time just so we could BE SURE to take them seriously as a couple? Does anyone else find that to be inapporpriate? If I am running for Vice President of the United States, the LAST thing in the world I feel like championing is my fast ass daughter's ill-adivsed teenaged love affair. They ain't married yet. Hell does preggo even have a ring? Then why the FUCK is that little wide-eyed boy on stage at the Repulican National Convention holding on to his girlfriend's hand, dreaming of a new life in the slick big city of Washington Deeeeeee-Seeeee (YEEHAW!!!).
This speech was a joke. It was a joke and it was an insult to me as an American voter. I will not be persuaded to vote for you just because you have the visual of an "all American family." No thank you, bitter white lady. I'll put my money on the tall, handsome Black man with the genius, elegant wife and the staggeringly bright and beautiful young ladies. Yes, please, I'll have Senator Obama for President.
Have.
Mercy.
So yeah, I am a proud card-carrying member of the Democratic party. And hell yeah, I am a very vocal, downright obnoxious supporter of Senator Barack Obama. But I mean, really.
That was, quite possibly, the WORST speech I have ever heard. In my life. Yep, that would be including the intention speech of the girl who ran for SCA Secretary when I was in third grade.
JESUS!!!!!!
I kept hoping someone would come along and punch me in the face, thereby killing me and preventing me from spending the rest of this evening in a hell created by Governor Sarah Palin- sorry, Sarah Plain and Tall. Now if it wasn't apparent to you all at home why I was calling her that before, it should soooooo be clear to you now. Aren't you supposed to be such an effective and inspiring speaker that you cannot even get through a sentence without being interrupted by the screams and chants of your rapt audience? Not this gal... she stopped at the end of every third sentence, hoping fervently that someone, ANYONE would clap their hands. I'm sorry Wolf Blitzer, she "hit it out of the park?" This speech proves why "she is such a beloved public official?" Chile, please! You can't possibly be serious! Why am I the only one who feels like this speech tanked? Is it because I support Obama-Biden? Is it because I am Black? Or is it just because I have two eyes and two ears and I actually saw and heard this travesty? All the commentators are raving about it... all the pundits are saying what a clinch performance this was and how Sarah Palin delivered past everyones' expectations. Errr???
This broad got up to that podium and basically decided that she wanted to throw darts at Barack Obama. Wait, I take that back. She bored us to tears with the introduction of her family and the long, drawn out story of her husband and what a great standup guy he is, and THEN she started with the darts. Community organizer doesn't compare to small town mayor? Estabished United States Senator doesn't compare to flash in the pan governor of the darkest, coldest state in the union? CHILE, PLEASE!!!!!! I didn't hear NOT ONE THING that- if I were an undecided voter- would've persuaded me to vote McCain-Palin. Not one thing. And surely those quick flashes of the one Black man, one Black woman, and one Latino woman in the crowd didn't really do it for me either. Maybe I was supposed to be inspired by this country music song "Raisin McCain?"
**puzzled look**
I dunno. But I really am just way too confused. I can be honest with you and say that I wasn't familiar with Joe Biden before he was selected as Barack Obama's running mate- I haven't always been too interested in our beloved political machine. But the minute he started speaking in Denver last week, I was persuaded. And when he finished, I was a supporter. He clearly stated his background, he emphasized his strong points, he elucidated how he planned to support Senator Obama after they were elected, hell... he just MADE SENSE!!!! No age jokes about McCain, no jabs at how he left his first wife and hooked up with the second one, then subsequently broke her arm for looking too long at some Black man on the campaign trail (kidding... sometimes I go too far!)... just a very clear and concise statement of his objectives and how he (and his ticket mate) plan to achieve those goals. What does Sarah Palin do? She makes some lame ass jokes about being a soccer mom and basically holds up a sign that says "I don't know what to say, please don't vote for me."
And this family of hers.... did she REALLY have her pregnant teenaged daughter trot her boyfriend out on stage at the end of her speech... better yet, have him to make sure he was holding Bristol's hand the whole time just so we could BE SURE to take them seriously as a couple? Does anyone else find that to be inapporpriate? If I am running for Vice President of the United States, the LAST thing in the world I feel like championing is my fast ass daughter's ill-adivsed teenaged love affair. They ain't married yet. Hell does preggo even have a ring? Then why the FUCK is that little wide-eyed boy on stage at the Repulican National Convention holding on to his girlfriend's hand, dreaming of a new life in the slick big city of Washington Deeeeeee-Seeeee (YEEHAW!!!).
This speech was a joke. It was a joke and it was an insult to me as an American voter. I will not be persuaded to vote for you just because you have the visual of an "all American family." No thank you, bitter white lady. I'll put my money on the tall, handsome Black man with the genius, elegant wife and the staggeringly bright and beautiful young ladies. Yes, please, I'll have Senator Obama for President.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Labor Day
Back on the block after a very very good weekend in the 757. I have a new favorite television show (Weeds), the memory of some FANTASTIC Mexican food from Moe's Southwest Grill, a blunt MAC lipstick, and.... yeah, good times were had by all.
The first thing I did when I got home was rip open the box containing THOSE little beauties (look down there.... down there!) and then try to figure out where I could wear them :) It turned out to be PetSmart and Applebees, but whatever... I was getting the message out!
Now I am sitting in mysecond home far left cushion of my couch watching hurricane coverage on CNN and trying soooooo desperately not to laugh at Bristol Lynn Spears Palin with her illegitimate baby and her Sarah Plain and Tall mother. **shaking my head in dismay** What are they doing?????? Can you really be qualified to be Vice President of these United States if all you ever really did with your life was marry a dog racer, be the mayor of some ice-encrusted town in Far Meltaway, Alaska, and push five children out of her hooch?
**pause**
That broad gave birth to FIVE children! One of whom, I firmly believe is the illegitimate child of her 17-year-old daughter that she passed off as her own to protect their 1934 values.
**jumping up and down in protest**
I know he's all "let's respect their privacy as a family" and "we will love and support the Palin family as they carry on the business of a normal American family," but I am pretty sure that when Old Man McCain got hold of this piece of information, he probably wanted to ram the coat hanger up there himself (that was for you, Gorilla Paws... you're the only one who will not find that INEXCUSABLY offensive). Ah well.... now if they could just hook Sarah Plain and Tall up with a suitable stylist and get rid of that Flashdance hair and Little House on the Prairie wardrobe, maybe we could all start to take her just a wee bit more seriously. I'm sayin... governor of Alaska? For less than two years? What sorts of experience did that put under her belt... how to skin a seal in less than sixty seconds with only an icicle and a dream? How to find oil by using the noses of your husband's racing dogs and a compass? Or maybe how to get all that hair to stand up on its own using only the leftover seal blubber and whale bones from last week's kill?
**ducking from all the Republican flag wavers**
The red candidates blow. Hard.
That is all.
The first thing I did when I got home was rip open the box containing THOSE little beauties (look down there.... down there!) and then try to figure out where I could wear them :) It turned out to be PetSmart and Applebees, but whatever... I was getting the message out!
Now I am sitting in my
**pause**
That broad gave birth to FIVE children! One of whom, I firmly believe is the illegitimate child of her 17-year-old daughter that she passed off as her own to protect their 1934 values.
**jumping up and down in protest**
I know he's all "let's respect their privacy as a family" and "we will love and support the Palin family as they carry on the business of a normal American family," but I am pretty sure that when Old Man McCain got hold of this piece of information, he probably wanted to ram the coat hanger up there himself (that was for you, Gorilla Paws... you're the only one who will not find that INEXCUSABLY offensive). Ah well.... now if they could just hook Sarah Plain and Tall up with a suitable stylist and get rid of that Flashdance hair and Little House on the Prairie wardrobe, maybe we could all start to take her just a wee bit more seriously. I'm sayin... governor of Alaska? For less than two years? What sorts of experience did that put under her belt... how to skin a seal in less than sixty seconds with only an icicle and a dream? How to find oil by using the noses of your husband's racing dogs and a compass? Or maybe how to get all that hair to stand up on its own using only the leftover seal blubber and whale bones from last week's kill?
**ducking from all the Republican flag wavers**
The red candidates blow. Hard.
That is all.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sol-Angel and the Hadley Street Dreams
Okay, so this is where we decide whether or not we love Sol-Angel and the Hadley Street Dreams," otherwise known as Solange Knowles' thirteen track soliloquy on how she is not her sister. Well.... DUHHHHH!!!!! The way I figure it, the lady dost protest too much. Honestly, I love the album. **peeking around to see I anyone caught that on tape** I love every single song on it. But what I don't so much love is how every time I start bobbing my head to the beat or closing my eyes to appreciate the surprising depth of her sound, she tosses in some not-so-subtle reference to Beyonce. And when she's not mentioning my beloved Bey, she's shouting out some unbelievably coonish shit like "I promise I'm not high!"
**blinkblinkblink**
Err?
Come on, Solange. Perhaps if YOU stopped comparing yourself to your older, established, quite talented sister, perhaps everyone else would too! There's plenty of room for both of you- especially since NOTHING about this album reminds me AT ALL of anything Beyonce ever wrote and/or sang. So chill, my sister.... do your thing.
Besides, who can hate on an album that has such priceless inside cover art? There's a picture of Solange standing between two white boards that read "I will not have a famous family" and "I will not get pregnant at 17" written over and over again. LMFAO!!!!!! Love in a CD case :) And the best part OF ALL... that bad boy was only $6.98!!! Yes ma'am and/or sir: as in six dollars and ninety eight cents. I can't figure out of that is Target trying to play her on the low and discounting her shit before it's even settling on the shelf good or.... Well, that's pretty much the only scenario I arrived at. **sigh** Ah well. Get that money, Solo.
**blinkblinkblink**
Err?
Come on, Solange. Perhaps if YOU stopped comparing yourself to your older, established, quite talented sister, perhaps everyone else would too! There's plenty of room for both of you- especially since NOTHING about this album reminds me AT ALL of anything Beyonce ever wrote and/or sang. So chill, my sister.... do your thing.
Besides, who can hate on an album that has such priceless inside cover art? There's a picture of Solange standing between two white boards that read "I will not have a famous family" and "I will not get pregnant at 17" written over and over again. LMFAO!!!!!! Love in a CD case :) And the best part OF ALL... that bad boy was only $6.98!!! Yes ma'am and/or sir: as in six dollars and ninety eight cents. I can't figure out of that is Target trying to play her on the low and discounting her shit before it's even settling on the shelf good or.... Well, that's pretty much the only scenario I arrived at. **sigh** Ah well. Get that money, Solo.
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