Well, I've gone and done it (AGAIN). I re-activated my membership to blackpeoplemeet.com. I figure I'll give it a try for a month and see what happens. More then anything I would just like to meet some new people and maybe go out a few times. We'll see what happens.
It's been quite a productive morning. I've already made some connections.
(Zip it Heather Locklear!)
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Just wanted to Share
A friend just sent me this picture of "my love". I wanted to share it with all of you because I think it's just a beautiful picture! Did I mention that I will most likely be seeing him in concert this June? I'll keep you posted!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Bacon
As some of you may have heard I reached a new all time low in mothering a couple of weeks ago. For those of you that don't know, here's a quick synopsis...
In celebration of Valentine’s Day I thought I would treat “the son” to some fast food. He doesn’t eat fast food that much and I figured it would be a nice treat. I know that he especially likes Wendy’s so I made the quick trip. So, here I am, pulling up to the drive thru. What immediately caught my eye is the NEW sandwich, The Baconator. The title alone should have dissuaded me, but no, I heard myself screaming into the black box, “I’ll have a Baconator combo”. In my defense, I did hesitate (for a millisecond), but confirmed the order when they read it back to me. As I rolled up the window and pulled up to the pay window, all the bells and whistles of my “mommy meter” were going off, “What are you doing? Are you really gonna let “the son” eat something called a baconator?” But here I was handing over my money and readily accepting the food through my open window. All the way home the “mommy meter” was going off but still I pushed on. Once home and “the son” saw his treat there was no turning back. I felt sick as I sat back and watched him devour the sandwich. I even called Heather Locklear for her opinion (big mistake) – “You might as well have opened his mouth and poured the grease down his throat” was her response. And as much as I hate to admit it, she was right! WAAAAAHHHH !! Bad Mother! Bad Mother!
Now, many of you are probably saying to yourself, “what’s wrong with a little fast food now and again”. I would have to agree, however, this particular sandwich supports all the arguments against fast food. Have a look-see…
Baconator
Six strips of hickory smoked bacon piled high atop two 1/4 lb.* patties of fresh, never frozen, beef. Complete with two slices of American cheese, mayo and ketchup for a mountain of mouth-watering taste.
All that to say, the bacon temptation is back! I recently viewed a television commercial for Chili’s Smokehouse Bacon Burger. Behold…
JALAPEÑO SMOKEHOUSE BACON BIG MOUTH BURGER*
Extra thick-cut applewood smoked bacon topped with layers of smoked cheddar cheese, crunchy tortilla strips, jalapeños and mayo. Served with jalapeño-ranch dressing on the side.
SOUTHERN SMOKEHOUSE BACON BIG MOUTH BURGER*
Extra thick-cut brown sugar & chile-rubbed bacon topped with smoked cheddar cheese, crispy onion strings and mayo. Served with ancho-chile BBQ sauce on the side.
SMOKEHOUSE BACON TRIPLE-THE-CHEESE BIG MOUTH BURGER*
Extra thick-cut jalapeño applewood smoked bacon triple-layered with smoked cheddar, Swiss and provolone cheeses, sauteed onions and jalapeño-ranch dressing. Served with jalapeño-ranch dressing on the side.
Not sure if I can resist! If I can’t stay away, if I can’t fight the need for swine, I PROMISE not to take “the son”. Not on my watch!
In celebration of Valentine’s Day I thought I would treat “the son” to some fast food. He doesn’t eat fast food that much and I figured it would be a nice treat. I know that he especially likes Wendy’s so I made the quick trip. So, here I am, pulling up to the drive thru. What immediately caught my eye is the NEW sandwich, The Baconator. The title alone should have dissuaded me, but no, I heard myself screaming into the black box, “I’ll have a Baconator combo”. In my defense, I did hesitate (for a millisecond), but confirmed the order when they read it back to me. As I rolled up the window and pulled up to the pay window, all the bells and whistles of my “mommy meter” were going off, “What are you doing? Are you really gonna let “the son” eat something called a baconator?” But here I was handing over my money and readily accepting the food through my open window. All the way home the “mommy meter” was going off but still I pushed on. Once home and “the son” saw his treat there was no turning back. I felt sick as I sat back and watched him devour the sandwich. I even called Heather Locklear for her opinion (big mistake) – “You might as well have opened his mouth and poured the grease down his throat” was her response. And as much as I hate to admit it, she was right! WAAAAAHHHH !! Bad Mother! Bad Mother!
Now, many of you are probably saying to yourself, “what’s wrong with a little fast food now and again”. I would have to agree, however, this particular sandwich supports all the arguments against fast food. Have a look-see…
Baconator
Six strips of hickory smoked bacon piled high atop two 1/4 lb.* patties of fresh, never frozen, beef. Complete with two slices of American cheese, mayo and ketchup for a mountain of mouth-watering taste.
All that to say, the bacon temptation is back! I recently viewed a television commercial for Chili’s Smokehouse Bacon Burger. Behold…
JALAPEÑO SMOKEHOUSE BACON BIG MOUTH BURGER*
Extra thick-cut applewood smoked bacon topped with layers of smoked cheddar cheese, crunchy tortilla strips, jalapeños and mayo. Served with jalapeño-ranch dressing on the side.
SOUTHERN SMOKEHOUSE BACON BIG MOUTH BURGER*
Extra thick-cut brown sugar & chile-rubbed bacon topped with smoked cheddar cheese, crispy onion strings and mayo. Served with ancho-chile BBQ sauce on the side.
SMOKEHOUSE BACON TRIPLE-THE-CHEESE BIG MOUTH BURGER*
Extra thick-cut jalapeño applewood smoked bacon triple-layered with smoked cheddar, Swiss and provolone cheeses, sauteed onions and jalapeño-ranch dressing. Served with jalapeño-ranch dressing on the side.
Not sure if I can resist! If I can’t stay away, if I can’t fight the need for swine, I PROMISE not to take “the son”. Not on my watch!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tattoo
I just won a $50 Gift Card to get a tattoo here:
http://www.foreveryourstattoos.com/index.html
I've been wanting another tattoo since I got my first (and only) one about 10 years ago. For those of you not privy to the info - I have a cat (RIP Leroy) on my lower back. While the pain was intense I would do it again.
HHHMMM...now I just have to figure out what to get. Take the Poll! (Shut it up Heather Locklear!)
http://www.foreveryourstattoos.com/index.html
I've been wanting another tattoo since I got my first (and only) one about 10 years ago. For those of you not privy to the info - I have a cat (RIP Leroy) on my lower back. While the pain was intense I would do it again.
HHHMMM...now I just have to figure out what to get. Take the Poll! (Shut it up Heather Locklear!)
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Observations II
Slip
So, Heather Locklear and "the son" don't think that this is a big deal, but for some reason I find it kinda strange. Let me explain...last night me and "the son" were talking/bonding/sharing information (gotta make sure to keep the lines of communication open with the young people) and I said something about a slip (no clue where that came from). And he had absolutely no idea what a slip is. HUH? So, I tried my best to explain it to him, finally having to go into my "secret things" drawer and pull out my silky, white slip. Never forget that there are always special moments when we can share the little gems of life with the younglings. So, now "the son" knows what a slip looks like and what pupose it serves.
I immediately began to wonder if the slip has become an artifact, much like the record album, rotary phone or television with knobs. There are so many things that we grew up with that our children will never know. It just makes me feel old. I mean really what use does the slip hold for "the son's" female peers? They wear skirts that barely cover their butt cheeks - I don't think they make slips that short. And when they wear longer skirts, I don't think the same level of modesty exists - what do they care if someone sees the outline of their thighs or undergarments? It's almost a badge of honor to have their thongs exposed.
Weird? Am I overeacting? What do you think?
Juice
The other day while perusing the juice aisle, I happened upon something that stopped me in my tracks. I did a double take because surely my eyes were playing tricks on me. Positioned between the Grape Juice for $3.29 and Cranberry Juice for $2.99 was a 32 ounce bottle of Cherry Juice Concentrate for $19.99.
Um, right. Sure, I've seen pomegranate juice for about 1/3 of that price, but even that is too much. I almost want to buy it just so I can partake in what must surely be sweet nectar from Heaven. Because short of Heavenly nectar or maybe a magical elixir, I can't see why any juice would cost so much. That's .62 cents an ounce for the Cherry juice. I'm used to drinking juice that cost about .05 cents an ounce. I just can't see how it cost more to squeeze the juice out of cherries then cranberries or grapes. Maybe it's the seeds.
Check it out!
http://www.amazon.com/Seaquist-Orchards-Cherry-Juice-Concentrate/dp/B0000DG6ZQ
Wipe Your Nose
For the past few days, we have been at "Old Man Winter's" mercy yet again with frigid temperatures ( that equates to about 40 degrees below zero with the wind chill). Most people in Minnesota seem to have this winter thing under control and dress appropriately, etc. However, there are those few that still dress like it's 50 whole degrees or warmer; like the lady I saw with no socks and ballet slippers. WTH! I could just imagine what her body was going through simply by the expression on her face. Crinkling of the forehead = baby toe lost feeling. Squinting of the eye = big toe frozen. You get the message. Anyways, what I really want to discuss is people's inability to feel snot running out of their noses when the temperature plummets. I just don't get it, when the temperature gets below 15 all the sudden people can't feel the viscous mucus draining from their olfactory orifice ("The son" just asked why I didn't just say snot running outta your nose. Thanks "son", but I think my word choice sounds much nicer and besides I already said that a couple lines up) I have never been so cold that I didn't feel the offending fluid trying to sneak out. And because I know other people don't feel it, that makes me overly conscious so when it's cold I'm always doing a "nose swipe" with my mitten. So all I'm asking people, is that you please start doing nostril checks, when outside for any period of time. It's really not fair for other people to have to view your bodily fluids - they belong on the inside or in a tissue.
Just couldn't do the people "snotty-nose" picture. Besides, I've had a enough visuals to plague me for a lifetime. The thought turns my stomach. (Not that this animal nose - can't tell if it's a kangeroo or a rabbit or what - is much better because every freakin' time I look at it, I get kinda nauseaous. I watched Cujo this past weekend - the 1983 movie based on the Stephen King novel about a rabid dog terrorizing a woman and her child "Breathe Tad breathe!"- and really had a difficult time watching it, not only for the fear factor (I was 12 years old all over again) but mainly because by the time Cujo was thoroughly taken over with the rabies virus, he looked like he had been dipped in snot. EEEWWWW)
So, Heather Locklear and "the son" don't think that this is a big deal, but for some reason I find it kinda strange. Let me explain...last night me and "the son" were talking/bonding/sharing information (gotta make sure to keep the lines of communication open with the young people) and I said something about a slip (no clue where that came from). And he had absolutely no idea what a slip is. HUH? So, I tried my best to explain it to him, finally having to go into my "secret things" drawer and pull out my silky, white slip. Never forget that there are always special moments when we can share the little gems of life with the younglings. So, now "the son" knows what a slip looks like and what pupose it serves.
I immediately began to wonder if the slip has become an artifact, much like the record album, rotary phone or television with knobs. There are so many things that we grew up with that our children will never know. It just makes me feel old. I mean really what use does the slip hold for "the son's" female peers? They wear skirts that barely cover their butt cheeks - I don't think they make slips that short. And when they wear longer skirts, I don't think the same level of modesty exists - what do they care if someone sees the outline of their thighs or undergarments? It's almost a badge of honor to have their thongs exposed.
Weird? Am I overeacting? What do you think?
Juice
The other day while perusing the juice aisle, I happened upon something that stopped me in my tracks. I did a double take because surely my eyes were playing tricks on me. Positioned between the Grape Juice for $3.29 and Cranberry Juice for $2.99 was a 32 ounce bottle of Cherry Juice Concentrate for $19.99.
Um, right. Sure, I've seen pomegranate juice for about 1/3 of that price, but even that is too much. I almost want to buy it just so I can partake in what must surely be sweet nectar from Heaven. Because short of Heavenly nectar or maybe a magical elixir, I can't see why any juice would cost so much. That's .62 cents an ounce for the Cherry juice. I'm used to drinking juice that cost about .05 cents an ounce. I just can't see how it cost more to squeeze the juice out of cherries then cranberries or grapes. Maybe it's the seeds.
Check it out!
http://www.amazon.com/Seaquist-Orchards-Cherry-Juice-Concentrate/dp/B0000DG6ZQ
Wipe Your Nose
For the past few days, we have been at "Old Man Winter's" mercy yet again with frigid temperatures ( that equates to about 40 degrees below zero with the wind chill). Most people in Minnesota seem to have this winter thing under control and dress appropriately, etc. However, there are those few that still dress like it's 50 whole degrees or warmer; like the lady I saw with no socks and ballet slippers. WTH! I could just imagine what her body was going through simply by the expression on her face. Crinkling of the forehead = baby toe lost feeling. Squinting of the eye = big toe frozen. You get the message. Anyways, what I really want to discuss is people's inability to feel snot running out of their noses when the temperature plummets. I just don't get it, when the temperature gets below 15 all the sudden people can't feel the viscous mucus draining from their olfactory orifice ("The son" just asked why I didn't just say snot running outta your nose. Thanks "son", but I think my word choice sounds much nicer and besides I already said that a couple lines up) I have never been so cold that I didn't feel the offending fluid trying to sneak out. And because I know other people don't feel it, that makes me overly conscious so when it's cold I'm always doing a "nose swipe" with my mitten. So all I'm asking people, is that you please start doing nostril checks, when outside for any period of time. It's really not fair for other people to have to view your bodily fluids - they belong on the inside or in a tissue.
Just couldn't do the people "snotty-nose" picture. Besides, I've had a enough visuals to plague me for a lifetime. The thought turns my stomach. (Not that this animal nose - can't tell if it's a kangeroo or a rabbit or what - is much better because every freakin' time I look at it, I get kinda nauseaous. I watched Cujo this past weekend - the 1983 movie based on the Stephen King novel about a rabid dog terrorizing a woman and her child "Breathe Tad breathe!"- and really had a difficult time watching it, not only for the fear factor (I was 12 years old all over again) but mainly because by the time Cujo was thoroughly taken over with the rabies virus, he looked like he had been dipped in snot. EEEWWWW)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy Birthday Bee! I am so proud of you!
Love Always! Your FAV Auntie!
(Happy Birthday to you too Daddy! - I was going to add your picture too but I figured I might get put out of the will, so I decided on a simple shout out - HOLLA)
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Big Pimpin' II
Pimp Suit was on the bus with me last night. I guess he was trying to bring a little bit of spring into the dreariness of winter cause the suit color choice for yesterday was salmon (true salmon, not peach but a much darker, deeper shade).
My hope was to be able to provide you with an "example" here, however, I am having a hard time finding a picture of a suit online that even comes close to the exact shade of salmon that Pimp Suit presented to the world yesterday.
I so wanted to take out my phone and snap a picture, but couldn't quite figure out how to do it inconspicuously. But hey this is 2008. Maybe I could have channeled a “pap” (for those of you not hip to life of a celebrity monger, that’s short for paparazzi) and just pulled out my camera and started taking pictures. When questioned I could have easily said, “Oh I thought you were Brad Pitt” and quickly exited the bus. I’ll surely keep that in mind next time I see him because I really feel like I am cheating you by not sharing in the joy of this man’s suits.
So, I was regulated to just staring at the back of his head until I got off the bus. Wondering to myself, if like me his office mates anxiously await his arrival each morning, just waiting for the little bit of sunshine he brings into everyone’s lives.
Rock on Rainbow Bright. Rock on!
My hope was to be able to provide you with an "example" here, however, I am having a hard time finding a picture of a suit online that even comes close to the exact shade of salmon that Pimp Suit presented to the world yesterday.
I so wanted to take out my phone and snap a picture, but couldn't quite figure out how to do it inconspicuously. But hey this is 2008. Maybe I could have channeled a “pap” (for those of you not hip to life of a celebrity monger, that’s short for paparazzi) and just pulled out my camera and started taking pictures. When questioned I could have easily said, “Oh I thought you were Brad Pitt” and quickly exited the bus. I’ll surely keep that in mind next time I see him because I really feel like I am cheating you by not sharing in the joy of this man’s suits.
So, I was regulated to just staring at the back of his head until I got off the bus. Wondering to myself, if like me his office mates anxiously await his arrival each morning, just waiting for the little bit of sunshine he brings into everyone’s lives.
Rock on Rainbow Bright. Rock on!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Big Pimpin'
Hopefully this week will be better then last week. I don't know if I can take anymore bad news involving children. So far, so good though. Last night I watched the Grammy Awards. I hadn't planned on watching the show, but nothing else was on so I decided to have it on as background noise. Well, so much for the background noise because once I made it through Alicia Keys opening duet with Frank Sinatra (SNORE), I was instantly flashed back to the 1980s. Where had they been for the last 20 years? I couldn't believe it, there was The Time. There was Morris Day still in his flashy suit with his perfectly coifed hair. There was Jerome and he still had the mirror, still smudge-free after all these years. And wait there is Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, still rockin' the Blues Brothers fedoras. WWOOO, as sigh of relief escapes my lips, at least there are no jheri curls hidden under those hats. Some things were just not meant to be resurrected.
In case you missed it, here is a flashback video. It's not the song they sang last night ("Jungle Love - oh we oh we oh"), but's it's one of my favs from back in the day. Take special notice of the irridescent suits. Nobody could do Big Pimpin' like Morris Day and Jerome. (Although there is a gentleman that lives Uptown, that I see most mornings, that gives Morris a run for his money. I wonder if he stumbled on a garage sell that Morris had once the hits stopped coming. This guy has irridescent suits in EVERY color, I'm talking hot pink, yellow, green, electric blue, cream, red. And don't forget the matching shoes. I always wonder where the hell he works. What office does he show up to everyday in these bright ass suits? He's got to be raising some eyebrows. And (drum roll), he's white. I guess Pimpin' is color blind)
And did I mention that I used to want to be a video girl. I'm talking about the video girls from the 80s not the hoochie video girls that emerged in the 90s. The first video girls were classy. They wore cute outfits, hair bows, pumps with socks, mini-skirts and bangs. They had simple dance steps, no gyrating here. Take a look at these girls. Yeah, I was surely sitting in front of the t.v. at 12 years of age, imagining that I was going to grow up, move to L.A. and side-step like the best of them in videos. Maybe it's not too late? Maybe I can bring back the video girl of old.
Friday, February 8, 2008
No Words (mouth hanging open)
This week has been crammed with prime examples of people lost. I debated on whether or not to share this but I just had to voice my disappointment in the people in this video.
(Stepping onto my soap box)
People. People. People. When are we gonna wake up? Why are the adults (I use this term loosesly) in this video encouraging the stripper like dancing of these children? These are our babies that should be playing with toys in that yard NOT dancing suggestively at the encouragement of those around them. I almost want to shield my eyes. What are they setting this child up for? She's got all the right moves for a life at the "strip club", but are they teaching her any of the skills necessary to be productive in life? These are children yet several times the "camera person" calls them bitches and then the "grandma/auntie" joins the charade and even provides some instruction. This is terrible, just terrible. These children are victims. This is a disgrace. See for yourself.
(Stepping down off soap box now)
(Stepping onto my soap box)
People. People. People. When are we gonna wake up? Why are the adults (I use this term loosesly) in this video encouraging the stripper like dancing of these children? These are our babies that should be playing with toys in that yard NOT dancing suggestively at the encouragement of those around them. I almost want to shield my eyes. What are they setting this child up for? She's got all the right moves for a life at the "strip club", but are they teaching her any of the skills necessary to be productive in life? These are children yet several times the "camera person" calls them bitches and then the "grandma/auntie" joins the charade and even provides some instruction. This is terrible, just terrible. These children are victims. This is a disgrace. See for yourself.
(Stepping down off soap box now)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Wedding...Ghetto Style "This is how we do it!"
Thanks again to CRUNKTASTICAL! My fellow blogger asked that we spread the word and "clown on these people", so here it is.
Well, it seems that ShaSha and Tiny Tony decided to make it legal and tie the knot when he got out of the joint last week. Apparently, the hall at Greater Redemption Church of God and baby Jesus Baptist Church/Community Center was booked, so they decided to go on and have the ceremony in the common area of their apartment complex (i.e. projects), The Brick Bungalows. And they lucked out cause Levi a.k.a. Big L agreed to go on and grill up some wings for the celebration following the ceremony. Peep the OE - it just ain't a party without Olde English 800.
I could spend all day pointing out things (like the 32 ounce BIG GULP cup that is most definitely filled with grape kool-aid), but I will leave it alone and let you all enjoy it for yourselves.
Well, it seems that ShaSha and Tiny Tony decided to make it legal and tie the knot when he got out of the joint last week. Apparently, the hall at Greater Redemption Church of God and baby Jesus Baptist Church/Community Center was booked, so they decided to go on and have the ceremony in the common area of their apartment complex (i.e. projects), The Brick Bungalows. And they lucked out cause Levi a.k.a. Big L agreed to go on and grill up some wings for the celebration following the ceremony. Peep the OE - it just ain't a party without Olde English 800.
I could spend all day pointing out things (like the 32 ounce BIG GULP cup that is most definitely filled with grape kool-aid), but I will leave it alone and let you all enjoy it for yourselves.
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