Monday, May 04, 2009
What in the...
Can somebody PLEASE explain to me how to get this on my Facebook page? I need it to live.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I am Getting There.... Slowly
Man... I really don't know how I used to do it. I don't know if I never really had anything interesting to say before and I just faked it, or if my life USED to be interesting and now it's not. But every time I sit down in front of the computer to blog, this is what I hear...
**cricket cricket**
Plus nobody is really reading anymore anyway (thanks to my ridiculous three month hiatus), sooooo... I appealed to my funnier half (no really, she's like HALF of me, LOL) to supply me with some topics to blog about. And the first of these is:
5 Inappropriate Places I Think About Sex
1. The nail salon. Ridiculous, no? But seriously, think about it. If your nail salon is any good, you're all relaxed into this cushy chair, Ming Na has massaged your neck and shoulders to within an inch of orgasm, and then... then you hear the drill. Now if you haven't had any in a while like me, then the drill reminds you of vibrators. And vibrators remind you of.... SEX!!! I rest my case.
2. The Holland Tunnel. Honestly, the Holland (or the HELL-and as I like to call it) isn't really the place for any kind of momentary loss of concentration. One false move, and you've plowed into the side wall, and there are 8millions metric gallons of dirty Hudson River water pouring in to provide you with a watery grave (complete with rats to expedite the decay process). But forgive me, sometimes I can't help myself. I am stuck in traffic just inside the opening to the tunnel and my mind starts to wander... and if you know me AT ALL, you know that the first place it goes is to sex. **shrug** What??? The tunnel is a phallic symbol.
3. The grocery store. This should be pretty self explanatory.. all the cucumbers and bananas and... hold please.
**running off to take a cold shower**
Okay, I am back. Really, though. What is more inappropriate than pushing a grocery cart up and down the aisles of the A&P and having to brace yourself against the Glory Greens to ride out the shockwave of an orgasm memory? Exactly, nothing. Inappropriate.
4. GYN office. Now this place is just plain wrong. While one would think that simply being on the gynecologist's table with your pants off and your legs gaped open while your feet are held hostage in a pair of leather stirrups would automatically place your libido on "hibernate," there's always an oddball in the bunch. And nothing, I mean NOTHING spells inapporpriate like the doctor saying "okay now I am going to press down here" and your back arches up like an angry housecat. Please do not think about sex at the GYN.
5. Church. I am pretty sure that I am going to hell for this one, but honesty is the middle name of this blog (actually it's "Of a Professional," but whatever...) When the middle aged woman with the tambourine welded to her left palm suddnly jumps up in the middle of the sermon and yells "HALLELUJAH!!!" I bet yall thought she was filled with the Holy Ghost Yeah... no. Number one, she isn't middle aged, she's 31 (middle age starts at 35). Number two, she's only holding the tambo because it's real owner is SOOOOOO obnoxious with it. And number three, it isn't the Holy Ghost she's thinking about being filled with....
**heh heh heh**
Okay, that woman is me.
**cricket cricket**
Plus nobody is really reading anymore anyway (thanks to my ridiculous three month hiatus), sooooo... I appealed to my funnier half (no really, she's like HALF of me, LOL) to supply me with some topics to blog about. And the first of these is:
5 Inappropriate Places I Think About Sex
1. The nail salon. Ridiculous, no? But seriously, think about it. If your nail salon is any good, you're all relaxed into this cushy chair, Ming Na has massaged your neck and shoulders to within an inch of orgasm, and then... then you hear the drill. Now if you haven't had any in a while like me, then the drill reminds you of vibrators. And vibrators remind you of.... SEX!!! I rest my case.
2. The Holland Tunnel. Honestly, the Holland (or the HELL-and as I like to call it) isn't really the place for any kind of momentary loss of concentration. One false move, and you've plowed into the side wall, and there are 8millions metric gallons of dirty Hudson River water pouring in to provide you with a watery grave (complete with rats to expedite the decay process). But forgive me, sometimes I can't help myself. I am stuck in traffic just inside the opening to the tunnel and my mind starts to wander... and if you know me AT ALL, you know that the first place it goes is to sex. **shrug** What??? The tunnel is a phallic symbol.
3. The grocery store. This should be pretty self explanatory.. all the cucumbers and bananas and... hold please.
**running off to take a cold shower**
Okay, I am back. Really, though. What is more inappropriate than pushing a grocery cart up and down the aisles of the A&P and having to brace yourself against the Glory Greens to ride out the shockwave of an orgasm memory? Exactly, nothing. Inappropriate.
4. GYN office. Now this place is just plain wrong. While one would think that simply being on the gynecologist's table with your pants off and your legs gaped open while your feet are held hostage in a pair of leather stirrups would automatically place your libido on "hibernate," there's always an oddball in the bunch. And nothing, I mean NOTHING spells inapporpriate like the doctor saying "okay now I am going to press down here" and your back arches up like an angry housecat. Please do not think about sex at the GYN.
5. Church. I am pretty sure that I am going to hell for this one, but honesty is the middle name of this blog (actually it's "Of a Professional," but whatever...) When the middle aged woman with the tambourine welded to her left palm suddnly jumps up in the middle of the sermon and yells "HALLELUJAH!!!" I bet yall thought she was filled with the Holy Ghost Yeah... no. Number one, she isn't middle aged, she's 31 (middle age starts at 35). Number two, she's only holding the tambo because it's real owner is SOOOOOO obnoxious with it. And number three, it isn't the Holy Ghost she's thinking about being filled with....
**heh heh heh**
Okay, that woman is me.
Friday, April 17, 2009
The humpty dance is your chance to do the hump... do it baby... do the humpty hump come on and do the humpty hump. White people... Black people... Puerto Ricans... Samoans...
**giggle**
When he gets to Samoans, it cracks me up EVERY time. That song was on the radio when I got into my rental car in Phoenix... an old school hip hop station in the East Valley of Arizona... LOVE!!!! So I just got back from a much needed spa trip to Sedona, Arizona- good times were had by all.
Besides the unseasonably cold weather in the mountains (high 30s), it really was a wonderful trip. The food was good and healthy and the spa was DIVINE... just needed a couple more days... who am I kidding? Even if I had been there for three weeks, I'd still be complaning that it was too short, LOL
**giggle**
When he gets to Samoans, it cracks me up EVERY time. That song was on the radio when I got into my rental car in Phoenix... an old school hip hop station in the East Valley of Arizona... LOVE!!!! So I just got back from a much needed spa trip to Sedona, Arizona- good times were had by all.
Besides the unseasonably cold weather in the mountains (high 30s), it really was a wonderful trip. The food was good and healthy and the spa was DIVINE... just needed a couple more days... who am I kidding? Even if I had been there for three weeks, I'd still be complaning that it was too short, LOL
Friday, April 10, 2009
If You're Even Still Reading...
So I would like to say that this is what I have been doing for the past three months...
But let's keep it real... it's been a little bit more like this...
**sigh**
Well... whatever. Don't judge me... when I am idle, I cook. When I am depressed, I eat. Put the two together and you get... well you get bacon sweet potato hash and honey bourbon pork chops with red velvet bread pudding for dessert (not pictured, LOL). There has to be a better way... no, really... there HAS to be. Please tell me there is. Because between the unemployment and the fake ass spring weather and the fact that I am unofficially on the state (ask your hood ass cousin Kee Lo Lo if you aren't familiar with that term), I am two seconds from grabbing the plastic spork from KFC (again, DO NOT judge me!!) and ending it all.
KIDDING.
It's never really that serious. I have actually been instructed to view this all as an extended, much needed vacation... per my super wise sensai (read: La). And I kinda dig that- it's like a staycation (if you don't watch "In the Motherhood," go directly to abc.com and do so IMMEDIATELY. Do not pass go, do not collect $200). But as with all good things, it is starting to get a tad bit old... and it's only been three weeks. So I am working on something- got a little something cooking in the oven (and this time it is NOT butterscotch pie, it's an ACTUAL plan). I don't want to put a jinx on it, but please believe: this vacation will not last forever. Your girl is on the move, and very very soon **fingers crossed** it will all come to pass.
Sooooooo.... I think I might maybe kinda sorta perhaps be in serious sickening nauseating thought-consuming like with someone (read: he makes my heart sing). He's a good guy (even though every conversation we have somehow manages to include the phrase "you are NOT a nice man!")... tall, handsome, funny, smart... all that blah blah blah. I will spare you all the ridiculous details of how he came to be in my life... partly because I am old and don't remember and also because some of yall are nosy ass bastards and are too smart for your own good, LOL. But suffice it to say that I think he might heart me too and that fact alone makes the butt-shaped dent on my couch a little more palatable to sit in day after day. If all works out with the super secret high security clearance plan (read: my search for a new job), then maybe we can actually do the damn thing... we'll see.
But let's keep it real... it's been a little bit more like this...
**sigh**
Well... whatever. Don't judge me... when I am idle, I cook. When I am depressed, I eat. Put the two together and you get... well you get bacon sweet potato hash and honey bourbon pork chops with red velvet bread pudding for dessert (not pictured, LOL). There has to be a better way... no, really... there HAS to be. Please tell me there is. Because between the unemployment and the fake ass spring weather and the fact that I am unofficially on the state (ask your hood ass cousin Kee Lo Lo if you aren't familiar with that term), I am two seconds from grabbing the plastic spork from KFC (again, DO NOT judge me!!) and ending it all.
KIDDING.
It's never really that serious. I have actually been instructed to view this all as an extended, much needed vacation... per my super wise sensai (read: La). And I kinda dig that- it's like a staycation (if you don't watch "In the Motherhood," go directly to abc.com and do so IMMEDIATELY. Do not pass go, do not collect $200). But as with all good things, it is starting to get a tad bit old... and it's only been three weeks. So I am working on something- got a little something cooking in the oven (and this time it is NOT butterscotch pie, it's an ACTUAL plan). I don't want to put a jinx on it, but please believe: this vacation will not last forever. Your girl is on the move, and very very soon **fingers crossed** it will all come to pass.
Sooooooo.... I think I might maybe kinda sorta perhaps be in serious sickening nauseating thought-consuming like with someone (read: he makes my heart sing). He's a good guy (even though every conversation we have somehow manages to include the phrase "you are NOT a nice man!")... tall, handsome, funny, smart... all that blah blah blah. I will spare you all the ridiculous details of how he came to be in my life... partly because I am old and don't remember and also because some of yall are nosy ass bastards and are too smart for your own good, LOL. But suffice it to say that I think he might heart me too and that fact alone makes the butt-shaped dent on my couch a little more palatable to sit in day after day. If all works out with the super secret high security clearance plan (read: my search for a new job), then maybe we can actually do the damn thing... we'll see.
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.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Oh.
My.
God.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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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**
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