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How true do you think that statement is?
I just finished having a conversation with a girlfriend and she was complaining about not having been on a date in a very long time BUT...she's has "dated." I was confused and asked her to elaborate.
Turns out she considers a REAL date to be when a man asks you out, makes reservations all on his own, picks you up and takes you to dinner. That's a date to me too.
Robby's and my first date was in 2001 so he's been all my dates for a minute now.
What do you think happened to dating? Did women just stop EXPECTING dates and therefore men stopped asking?
I know folks who invite guys over to their homes to watch a movie before having an official date. Ummmm...I'm not feeling that. Don't you want to have an opportunity to dress nice and get pretty and go out on the town with a guy? Why let him into your personal space and you don't even know him like that?
N E Way...as always I got off on a tangent. What do YOU think happened to dating? Are you dating someone? If so, what was your first date like. If not...what would you like your NEXT date to be like?
Did you most identify with and why? (Yall figured out yet that I've been having a SATC marathon at my house? ROFL!)
Carrie?
Samantha?
Miranda?
Charlotte?
Guys...which chick was your type?
Me...I guess I'm more like Charlotte than any of the rest. Not EXACTLY like her of course...but I'm less like the rest of them.
I'm going see this IMMEDIATELY once it's released here. LOVE me some karate movies! NINJA'S RULE! Info here: "Curse of the Golden Flower"
We got up early and headed out. We were told if we didn't want to wear a hairnet...to wear a hat. Uh...HAT PLEASE!
The Robinator drove and I snoozed por supuesto.
I've never been to DC Central Kitchen before so I was unprepared for the bleakness of the area surrounding it. We knew we were getting closer when we started seeing more homeless people leaning up against buildings with their possessions and when we got to the actual building...there was a lot of them already getting in place.
DC Central Kitchen feeds 4,000 homeless people a DAY right down the street from our nation's Capitol. Right around the way of the White House.
How is it that homeless people get cigarettes?
I have a sensitive disposition and the scenery got to me a bit. Robby says I was shell shocked and looked like a dear in headlights as I was truly unprepared.
Homeless isn't BETWEEN homes. Homeless isn't crashing on a friend's sofa or in a relative's spare bedroom until you can get on your feet. Homeless is without a home and without a means to get one in the near future. Homeless doesn't seem to be temporary as it appears to take over your whole psyche.
The Robinator and I were put to work opening cases of cans of blackeyed peas. We opened about 300 cans or so. There were a lot of volunteers all assigned to different things. Cutting up veggies, cooking and dicing chicken, etc.
They put us out at noon and we went and got into the Rover and drove back to our side of town. Back to where we can ignore homelessness because it's not in our face. Back to where we can pretend the world is rosy and happy and pretty.
I'm not feeling too good right now. Maybe I shoulda stayed my azz at home. *sigh*
This bag is by my favorite bag designer, Isabella Fiore. I love, love, LOVE her stuff because she creates art with bags.
They are not the kind of status purses the masses wear and that is EXACTLY why I love them so much. Let me know whatchall think!
http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2908540?Category=&Search=True&SearchType=keywordsearch&keyword=isabella+fiore+in+All+Categories&origin=searchresults
I did a bit of shopping today and picked up a few things that made me smile.
I usually buy myself something really FABULOUS for Christmas and I didn't this year. I usually buy it and consider it a gift from my parents. I think I didn't do it this year because I knew the Robinator was getting me a new MacBook with all the bells and whistles and software I wanted. Well...that cost a bit more than fifty cents as I'm sure yall know...so I kinda decided I wasn't going to do my gift to me from them this year. Now...I feel sad that I didn't.
Today I missed my mommy.
I wonder what our relationship would have been like with her getting to know me as an adult. Would we have a super close relationship like my girl Shelly and her mom or would we have a 72 hour rule meaning we could only be together for 72 hours at a time max? Interesting huh?
I don't know how my mother would have been able to take me having my own mind and living my own life as I know she lived her life vicariously through me. She had EXTREMELY high standards for me because she wanted for me what she never had. I guess all mothers want that but there is a fine line before smothering comes into play.
(I love Lil' Wayne...have I ever told yall that? LOVE HIM!)
Can I be for real? This is how I feel.
I think I'm finally ready to make the moves I'm meant to make. My life has been in limbo for the past couple of years with the baby making crappola. It seems every decision rests on whether or not I've been pregnant month after month and we all know the answers to that. But every month something gets put off or pushed back not knowing where I'll be in my cycle and/or treatment plan.
My infection is getting better. My white blood count is getting lower but it's still not normal. Apparantly this is normal when there is a rupture. Once we get it under control I'm having the surgery to remove and replace my implant and hopefully that will be immediately after my cycle starts so I will have time to get off the pain meds and try to get preggo.
I'mma keep trying with every breathe of me.
Question I spoke into my voice recorder while I was at the mall today...people that are always holding hands...do their hands get hot and sweaty after a while like mine do when the Robinator is holding mine? I know...I'm weird...but I did wonder this. ROFL!
I'd like to take a quick minute to tell my girl Jazzy thank you for hanging with me today. I had a FABULOUS time having lunch, catching a movie and then shopping with her. She has an AWESOME personality and I'm really glad we have people like her on the forum (www.FabulousLifeForum.com). In fact...most of the folks there are the exact same. When we have something to say we go there, say it, and then we go about our day. LOL! It creates a positive, supportive environment and I have been the recipient of so much love from the group there. There have been times when I have been soooooooooooo down and the phone rings and I know it's a member of FabLife calling to tell me to keep my chin up. And man...them folks know they know how to email ya! THANK YALL!
Okay...bedtime for Bonzo. The Robinator and I are cooking food for the homeless tomorrow morning and we have to be there at 8:00am. (Remember I'm NOT a morning person...ROFL!)
Wait...this year...even though I do a pretty fair amount...I'm going to volunteer more and this time I'm going to step outside of my comfort zone and volunteer with a program wherein I will have to interact with people. Baby steps for me. Itty, bitty, baby steps.
I was just going to keep doing what I've been doing which is trying to work on myself and my issues a bit everyday. LOL! Something that I've decided I REALLY need to focus on, however, is to understand that I can't be everybody's friend.
My friend's and family always tease me about "new" people that I've picked up and am trying to be friends with and they always have something to say because they know how big my heart truly is and they don't want me to get hurt or taken advantage of as I really, TRULY want everyone to be okay and I do what I can to help others.
Sometimes this help can come in the shape of just being there for someone when they need someone to listen to or in just listening when someone talks...BUT...my loved ones are right...I can't be everyone's friend because I can be such a GOOD friend.
There are some things I just don't DO. If you do them cool...that's you...but...I have to think really hard about my involvement in your world if you do things I consider immoral and/or against the way I choose to live my life.
Let's take a drug dealer. You could be cool as a white box fan...but ya know what? I can't have you in my world. I can't be around you and having my friends and family wonder if maybe I'm into drugs too because of guilt by association. So...hey...do you...but Imma hafta keep the expanse of space, time and distance between you and I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay big cuz I'm not the one.
I love it when people who are doing jacked up ish try that mess about you judging them. DUH! Yes I am but hey...if I sit back and decide I can't have that kind of stuff around me then that's not hindering you doing what you do. It's only going to hinder the progression of our friendship and you knew that all along. I know you did.
I understand the world needs to have all kinds of people in it to make it go around. I do. AND I'M STILL NOT GOING SLUMMING. I STAY ON MY SIDE OF THE TRACKS.
One of my favorite things about blogging is reading the comments of the people that come here regularly. We're all pretty much the same class of people and in my mind classism is really what defines the groupings within society.
I love knowing that the people who come here are all educated and smart, have good taste, work hard, are homeowners or striving to be and don't have to lie in order to make themselves seem more than they actually are. I JOCK THAT. LOL!
YOU AIN'T GOTSTA LIE CRAIG!
Yes...I have had my crazies and yes I've had to cut a couple off for a plethora of reasons...but for the most part...my blogging life has been pretty good and I've made a lot of friends I would have not normally met because of where we all live. My blogroll is like my internet friend address book. If I find myself in a city of one of my blogger buddies you can BET we will be bending an elbow chatting it up over dinner! LOL!
I've been fooled by a couple too. Fooled into thinking they were my kind of people when in actuality their lives and mine were as different as Russia and Espana. ROFL!
The standards by which I hold myself are pretty high as I was raised with Princess Syndrome...LOL...and sometimes it's difficult to live up to my own expectations (that are actually my parent's) be it because of disappointments in my life or memories that just won't let me live free of them.
I have lots of ugly in my life and I'm not going to add on to that.
By the same token...I have a lot beautiful too. A LOT!
My demons are such that they wake me in the middle of the night with tears on my cheeks, my silk pillowcase damp and cold.
The moment may be fleeting enough and as soon as Robby feels me hurting he kisses the tears away...but that fleeting moment was enough to rock the core of me.
I wish I could fix lots of things I think are wrong but I also wish I had the power to note that it's not my lot in life to fix everything. But I'm going to try. I'm going to sit back and keep track of people I've chosen to distance myself from in the hopes that they find what it is they are searching for to make them whole and then...I'll be the first person to offer congratulations because I love it when people become FABULOUS!
You guys know I started a podcast right? Well...erra...yeah I did. LOL!
For those of you unfamiliar with one...allz it is is my reading or saying something I think you might like to hear me say. (I plan on doing a video one soon too...lol!)
This lastest is the installment of "Home," the piece I posted yesterday and wanted your feedback on.
For the record...the woman was black. :)
Okay so...here it is. I hope you like it because I plan on continuing the story and see what direction it flows. Click here: Monnie's "Home" in Audio
Soooooooooo...me had a bit more traffic today on the site and I must admit I did wonder...hmmmmmmmmm. Then my girl QTPie (THANKS CHICA!) sent me an email telling me that she saw a quote from me and my blog address in "The Blog Log" of The Washington Post Express which is a magazinish kinda version of The Washington Post. Check this out:
COOL HUH? WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! GO ME!
Here's the PDF file...I'm on page 44 in the middle: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/express/pdfs/EXPRESS_12292006.pdf
DING DONG!
Me going to door see mail lady, open door.
Me: Hi!
Her: I just need you to sign here.
Me: (signing)
Her: I like your hair.
Me: (look up smiling) Thank you!
Her: Is it yours?
Me: (whadafug look) Uh...un huh. (hand her pen, back up, close door thinking.....THAT'S WHY YOUR DANG HAIR LOOKS CRUNCHY!)
Geez. Just....GEEZ!
Any of yall had anything crazy happen to yall like this recently?
You could be Halle Berry beautiful and have a stank azz attitude and yup...you're ugly to me and I don't like your azz. Does that make me awful? LOL! I don't like ugly.
Nothing makes a person uglier than having a nasty azz attitude. Always in the middle of some drama or some mess or saying something about someone else...JUST NASTY AND HATEFUL!
I know someone who when she is standing with no expression on her face...she's so beautiful...she looks like an angel. AS SOON AS SHE OPENS HER MOUTH...and her face transforms into that sneer that looks like something stinks...GEEZ...she takes on a demonic quality to me. Just...EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! Talk about scary!
So...that said...am I the ONLY person prejudiced against ugly people? Or is it truly just me cuz I CAN'T STAND EM!
Do you think people can become physically unattractive from being "ugly" inside? Do you think that a person who has unfortunate features can become prettier because of their positive outlook and pleasant demeanor?
Holla atcha girl...I'm serious. CreoleInDC does NOT like ugly people.
So...it looks like they are really going to kill Saddam huh?
I don't know how I feel about this one yall. Seriously. I mean yeah...he did some pretty bad stuff but look at Iraq now. Look at all the crazies on the verge of civil war. Seems to me Saddam HAD to be the way he was to keep order over there.
I mean...I guess it doesn't sit well with me the reasons we went over there in the first place which were bogus...and then...we take ya boy outta a hole...try him and now he's going to be killed?
I'm really, really worried about this.
Look at it this way. What if someone invaded us, tore up our country, and took "W." I mean hey...I know ya boy has done some messed up stuff (not Saddam-ish but yall know what I mean) but I don't care WHAT he did. He's ours and nobody better not touch a hair on his head. So when I hear people saying flat out that they agree with killing Saddam...I guess I really wish they would think about it in the context of what if it were our country and W. Personally...I think it would be high hell to pay if someone tried that over here and I have a feeling that even though Saddam did some pretty messed up stuff to a lot of those people...it's going to end up being high hell to pay over there too.
*sigh* This mess just keeps on getting worse.
Whatchall think?
Am I the only person who wanted to smack the crap outta Carrie for hurting Aidan?
I can never watch the re-runs of when she was with him knowing what's coming.
Tramp.
For 2007? What are you going to do different? Are you going to resolve to make any changes in your world?
I'm going to make one Saturday a month "HOME IMPROVEMENT" day. On that day I'm going to get up early and the Robinator and I are going to do things around our house that we keep saying we want/need to do.
That's my third resolution. My first is to finish this dang book I've been struggling with and the second is to shop less. Note I didn't say to STOP shopping. Baby steps folks...baby steps.
I want to finish our bedroom. I couldn't wrap my brains around the feeling I wanted for it so I just stopped. I mean...it's fine..it just needs "finishing."
So...that pic up yonder is our bedroom as it currently is. What you CAN'T see are the super tall wall and weird arched ceiling in it and I'm not going up to take a pic b4 I post this so...I'll hit yall later with that.
But...back to my dilemma. I need to figure out window treatments. I have wide slat wooden blinds but I was thinking about doing something like this:
A bordered cornice with a coordinating panel to the floor. These are from, of course, Calico Corners. There are three windows in the room and I need a big expanse of fabric to bring more of a cohesive style to the room. The only problem is Jaru's bed is right under one of them and I'd hate for him to Jaru-up the panels.
I have already bought a mitre saw and some crown moulding to put in the bedroom. I'm going to box it off to break up the wall color. When I post a pic of the wall facing the bed...you'll understand why I need to break it up.
I've already purchased two pieces of art I would like to put in the room but I need one more significant piece. Heck...hold on..might as well go up and take the dang pics....okay...back. This is the best pic I could get to show you what I'm talking bout. The wall was super dooper high so I broke it up by painting up yay high. I want to put a moulding along the top of the yellow to give it some direction and depth.
I think I'm going to mount the television on the wall, move that dresser over to the wall on the other side of the bed and create a seating area where the dresser currently is.
Or...I could put a seating area next to the entrance to the bathroom:
But that might look cluttered that close seeing as though I have a bench right inside the door:
I'll need to put a HUGE rug in the room to break up the color of the carpet that I detest and I'm thinking of something bodacious. Like this one:
I'm also thinking a substantial plant in the left corner of the bedroom. Something huge.
And I need to change the ceiling fan. Currently it's white...I need a fixture that ties in with the room...which means I'll have to chance the fixtures in the bathroom which won't be easy since I've wanted something FABULOUS like a mini chandelier.
Crap...so NOW yall see why I haven't finished the dang room. Cuz I can't make up my mind and I want to do too much. Cripes.
Well...those are my ideas...whatchall think?
Here is one of the pieces of art I've purchased so far...can't find the other one...two words. Ms. Olga. No telling where it is. It's probably in one of the guest bathroom bath tubs. Geez.
2007 is going to be my year. I CAN FEEL IT! That and the fact that I'm working on getting my mind right and comfy.
I like it when people do gratitude journals...I think Imma bite it in minuscule proportions.
What I'm most grateful for is my husband. As yall already know...he's my Prince. I love him more than anything imaginable and for those of you who don't have a love like mine...I wish it for you in spades. It's exactly as it should be...my love...my life.
I've been through some serious ish and it just keeps getting more and more challenging. Some days it's hard for me to leave my house. Other days I feel more FABULOUS than anything. I know. I got issues.
I know what I need to work on and I promise I'm trying. Everyday...I'm trying. Hard as it may look...but I still keep trying.
Thing I love most about my husband:
He doesn't co-sign everything I do or say. He's just with his. He tells me the truth and he gives me the bizness when I'm wrong. Steady as an oak.
I love how much he supports me no matter what the situation and he understands when I need him right there next to me. When I need him to rub my hair and lead my head to the crook of his neck. When I need him to hold me tight enough to imprint.
I love the way he can make me laugh during ANY SITUATION. LOL! He's hysterical. LOL! We were waiting on the doc to tell us the results of the MRI. I had told the doctor of my arm going numb as I was having the MRI because I had to hold my arms above my head. Well...there was an orangutan picture on the wall with his arms raised and Robby says...there are your results on the wall there. Punk.
I just wanted you to think about your loved one and all of the things that make him/her your perfect mate. Think on it hard and then...if you're a blogger...blog about it. If not...let them know...it will be appreciated.
We had such a beautifully laid back Christmas! Absolutely perfect! I got mad loot and so did the Robinator. Wheeeeee!
I think I'm gonna hafta make it known to family and friends that my crystal pattern is Crosshaven by Waterford because I keep getting stemware that is gorgeous and beautiful but doesn't match my pieces. This year I got two seperate pairs of crystal stemware and whereas both were exquisite...I can't really use them as we usually entertain more than two people at a time...LOL. Can't have everyone walking around with a different pattern now can we? They'd talk about me. Hell I know I would.
Is it okay in that instance to return a gift? Sure...it's nice. Sure...you want the person to know the thought was appreciated. But I REALLY can't use them.
Someone sent me some STUNNING crystal stemware for my birthday that I can't use either. I'm flattered that folks think Robby and I sit around in velvet sipping expensive champagne alone together I guess...but that really ain't us.
Lemme describe the scene here right now.
I have orders to rest so we rented a bunch of movies. I'm on one end of the sofa and I have on a pair of light green fleece pajama bottoms and a white fleece shirt with a hot pink and black fleece and nylon vest and some brown wool Timberland socks. On the floor is a tall bottle of Fiji water and on the cube table in front of me...there is a half empty cup of tea. Robby is on the other end in blue flannel, green socks and shearling slippers holding a bottle of Deer Park water.
Robby's newspapers are stacked on the floor along with magazines and such that I'm reading. My stuff is scattered all around me so I don't have to get up and a VERY bloody cowboy movie is playing and we keep rewinding the parts that our sick sense of humor finds funny. Now...see how country we are? LOL! And we like it like that.
What gifts did you get that you're going to have to return? Do you feel guilty returning them? Holla atcha girl.
This regularly scheduled blogcast is being interrupted for a very important message to someone.
What makes people think my feelings don't get hurt? I have feelings too ya know. Someone VERY close to me hurt me yesterday and it cut like a knife. I'm tired of being a casualty of this SAME DAMN WAR EVERY DAMN TIME. Sick and tired. Sick and GD TIRED.
I guess I don't come across as the sensitive type to those who think they know me so well. That I'm all hard and don't let stuff bother me. Well I probably hurt more than most because I'm so damn loyal to my friends and I expect the same from them. When I don't get it...when I'm used as a scapegoat to soothe the insecurities of others...it gets old real quick.
I used to be able to do it...just get in on a plot and play my part...more and more I can't do it as I'm sick of being the person it's okay to blame ish on when you've run out of excuses for your own behavior.
So...when you read this...you'll know. You've done this before and we've danced this same dance. I'm tired. I'm done.
You wonder why things have been different this past year. It's because I've known for quite some time things you don't know I know. Things you'd be shocked to find out I know. Dare I say even EMBARRASSED.
You say I've been distant? That's not the word for it. I've been SELECTIVE WITH MY TIME. Do I love you? Always will. Will I continue to play this role in your life? As someone who can be dismissed as soon as my being me raises the insecurities of others? Hell no. That ain't got ish to do with me.
NOTHING.
You let "them" think it's always me when I KNOW what the common denominator is. I stayed outta this as I told you once before that I was done with your shinanigans. I TOLD YOU.
And you wonder why I've been so damn distant. I'm sure you can guess why.
Scapegoat I'll be no more and THEN see what you have to blame it on.
It's always some ish with one of "them." I'm done. Finito. As of this moment and how I feel right now...
YOU.
ARE.
DEAD.
TO.
ME.
How dat grab ya? "Let your mind be free!"
Ding...you are free to move about the country.
I ate sooooooooooooooooooooooooo much yesterday! I ate so much I gained weight overnight. We googled it and figured out that you need to consume 3,500 calories to gain a pound. Geesh. I won't tell ya how many pounds I gained...but just know that I consumed over 10,000 calories apparently. CAN YOU BELIEVE?????????????
In my next life...I'm gonna be Miranda Priestly daaaaaaaaahling.
We're trying to teach Lucy that she can't have her way all the time. It's gonna be hard and she ain't happy at'tall. Can't say I blame her if I really think on it. Guess that would be hard. When Robby tells me no I sulk.
Lucy has gotten out of control though. She is just too dang spoiled. When she can't get right up on top of you...she cries this annoying whine cry and then she jumps on Jaru cuz she can't jump you while he is just minding his own business. He looks confused and jumps up like...WHADAHELZ and then they have a LOUD discussion about it. Then...she trots right back over and tries again. She's stubborn and spoiled rotten but we are going to re-sort the pecking order in this house. So far it's been Lucy first. I'm planning on taking over her spot so she's gonna hafta learn how to deal. It took us only a year and eight months to train her to only "go" outside. I figure this lesson will take about three years cuz she is SPITTING MAD about not being able to be on top of us on the sofa tonight.
She keeps looking at me outta the corner of her eyes from the floor. Like I'm short or sumptin. Yeah...this is gonna be a battle.
Stoopit Imaginary Person: I think she can take ya if you ask me.
Me: Me too.
Stoopit Imaginary Person: Ya bet not turn ya back on her. Whoooooooooooooweeeeeeeeeeee she mad!
Me: I know. I'm not. She better get with some act right if she know like me.
...do you always take? Who ALWAYS takes your calls?
I mean ALWAYS.
We thought about that after the line in the movie "The Devil Wears Prada" when the dude says something like whomever's calls you always take is usually the person you're in a relationship with.
I thought it was interesting. What do you think? Wait...think on it some first...THEN tell me whatchu think.
Needs to be replaced after infection is dealt with. Surprisingly it can be done as an outpatient surgery and will take all of two hours. It will take several months, however, to heal.
Reminds me of when I had my mastectomy. Man...if you think you know pain...you don't till you've had a major muscle cut on your body. The body don't like it. LOL! (Insert DUH here.)
I'm watching "The Devil Wears Prada" GREAT MOVIE!
I TRIED to watch "Forbidden Fruits" AWFUL, HORRIBLE, ICKY, ICKY, YUCKY POO MOVIE! Oh my goodness! This was the worst thing I have ever, EVER seen! Just...BLECH! I picked it up in a moment of "hmmmmmmmm...this might be good" and I REGRETTED IT WITH EVERYTHING IN ME...GEEZ! Friends don't let friends watch crappy movies. Info here: Bleck, icky, movie.
Stoopit Imaginary Person: Did you just make up that word?
Me: Yup.
Stoopit Imaginary Person: What about Beyonce? That's a B word. And Bootylicious?
Me: Just like a damn man...imaginary or not.
Stoopit Imaginary Person: I liked her in that jumpsuit.
Me: Say bruh...you wrecking my flow.
Yall...JENNIFER HUDSON, JENNIFER HUDSON, JENNIFER HUDSON! That hooka is an Oscar contender hands down! In my opinion she was the lead and Beyonce was the supporting actress. When she sang that damn song. GEEVUS...I got chills. I got chills everytime the girl sang...but man...that song...THAT SONG! WOW! We broke out clapping twice during THAT SONG. In the middle and at the end. And she wasn't performing that song...she was LIVING IN THE SKIN OF HER CHARACTER! The raw pain was there...all of the emotion of a woman scorned...all the emotion of a woman who is in the beginning of turning love into pure hate for someone who is breaking her damn heart. Just....BEGUILINGLY BEAUTIFUL!
Now HER STORY would be a Lifetime movie I would enjoy...cuz I know she could act unlike Fantasia (how bad are ya when you're bad playing YOURSELF!!!!! GEEZ!). LOL1
Beyonce was good...seriously. No...she's not an actress...but she was pretty and she kept your attention when she spoke. You never really thought of her as Deena though...she was still BEYONCE to me.
Eddie Murphy STOLE EVERY SCENE HE WAS IN! His lil narrow hips were to the left, to the left! Just FABULOUS! GO HEAD EDDIEEEEEEEEE! (Ya gotta scream his name like the Bush B) EDDIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WHO IS THIS DUDE???????????
Keith Robinson is who he is. I know I've seen him somewhere...but I bet I won't forget him no mo! LOVED HIM! Mr. Foxx was, of course, excellent. He played the hell outta his role too. When he rolled in and holla'ed "DEENA GET YO AZZ DOWN HERE!" Humph...made me jump. LOL! When I hear good singing...I get chills. I still remember getting a chill the first time I heard Whitney Houston sing. It's how I recognize good music. When Beyonce sung "Listen" I get them same chills. LOVE THAT DAMN SONG! And love the outfit she was rocking while singing it! Another notable outfit...that rust and gold caftanish dress...ERICA B...CAN YOU MAKE YA GIRL ONE'A DEM? LOL! SIZE 6 PLEASE...FOR A 5'9" FRAME. GOT IT? Fo sho! LOL!
FIYA, FIYA, FIYA!!!!! The clothes, the music...EVERYTHING!
THAT DAMN SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS INTERNET FAMILY!
If someone from your past who is married with children contacted you to tell you they still loved you? How would you feel especially if you'd always felt this person was the love of your life and broke your heart? What if you were still single and this happened? What would you think the person was up to and would YOU look at it as a VERY selfish act on their part?
Me...I'D BE MAD AS HELL! What about you?
A lot of people have sent me a request for a gumbo recipe. This isn't mine...but it looks really, really good so I'll give it a thumbs up. It's from www.Emerils.com and his recipes are usually pretty good even though a lot of them are very intense.
EMERIL'S COUNTRY GUMBO
Ingredients needed:
1/2 cup vegetable oil (4 ounces)
3/4 cup all-purpose flour (4 ounces)
2 medium onions, chopped
5 celery ribs, chopped
1 green bell pepper, chopped
1 tablespoon garlic, finely chopped
1 1/2 gallons shrimp, crab or chicken stock
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
Pinch of cayenne
Dash of hot sauce
Salt and fresh ground black pepper
1 pound cooked shrimp, peeled
1 chicken breast, cut in 1/2-inch dice, lightly browned
3 links andouille sausage, sliced in 1/4-inch thick rounds, browned and drained on paper towels
1/2 pound lump crab meat, picked over for shells and cartilage
6 green onions, chopped
1/2 cup coarsely chopped parsley
2 bay leaves
2 tablespoons chopped fresh thyme
1 tablespoon chopped fresh basil
8 tablespoons file powder (ground sassafras), (available in specialty food stores)
Make a dark roux: Heat oil in a large soup pot over high heat. When oil begins to smoke, whisk in flour. Continue to whisk constantly until mixture is a rich brown color. Be careful not to produce specs of black. Roux must remain an even color throughout process. If specks appear you must start over. When roux is mahogany colored, add onions, celery and bell pepper.
Stir mixture until onions begin to brown. Add garlic. Slowly pour in stock, whisking constantly to prevent lumps from forming. Add Worcestershire, hot sauce, cayenne, salt and pepper to taste.
Bring to a boil, reduce heat to medium and simmer until gumbo is reduced to half a gallon. If it reduces too fast, add more stock or water. Gumbo should cook long enough for roux flavor to mellow.
Stir in shrimp, chicken, sausage, crab, green onions, parsley, bay leaves, thyme and basil. Taste and adjust seasonings, if necessary. Sprinkle in file powder and cook, stirring, 2 minutes more. Remove bay leaves before serving.
Yield: 4 to 6 servings
Robby and I met my surrogate dad for lunch today so we could do our "Christmas" since he's traveling tomorrow.
He always makes me smile when I see him because he has this big warm smile and he laughs easily. We had a really good time chatting and eating and I have to say...Cafe Milano is DEFINITELY worth a trip.
You hear so much about it when you're reading the Post about the who's who of DC being there as it's the currently reigning "see and be seen" place in DC that you would think it would be over the top luxury. Surprisingly...it wasn't. It was just ...nice. But the food....MAN! I'm telling you...the food was melt in your mouth delicious! The service was excellent and overall the entire experience was one I'll repeat in the very near future.
The entrees were in the $20's and the menu had a very good flow. Lots of variety but not too many dishes where you'd take all day trying to decide what you wanted.
The only thing that annoyed me was the parking across the street. It's just a small lot and it cost FIFTEEN DANG DOLLARS! Geez! But that's what you get in Georgetown I guess. *sigh*
We had a good time and when we left Robby said, "We need to spend more time with him." and I agreed. He's our "family" and I worry about him but he looked happy and healthy so I'm very confident he's good to go and besides...if he needed me...he'd yell. LOL! Seriously...HE WOULD YELL!
What did YOU do today? Anybody go shopping? I heard the stores are open till midnight. Man am I glad I finished early! Whooooooohoooooo!
I've been posting a lot of fluff these past few days because I've been dealing with something painful and personal. It's the reason Robby let me open a couple of my Christmas gifts early.
On Sunday I was kinda sore in the chest area but I didn't pay any mind to it because I'd been doing a lot and I figured I just pulled something. Well...on Wednesday night I was in a significant amount of pain around my implant. Robby noted I wasn't feeling well and we played a game of Scrabble to keep my mind off the pain. On Thursday morning, I was so sore...I couldn't raise my arm over my head and it hurt soooooooo bad.
Robby made me call my primary care doc and after back and forth craziness...he decided I needed to see a surgeon immediately and gave me a list of three to call because he felt it sounded as if my implant had ruptured. BLECH!
Neither of the surgeons he referred me to were available so I called back and got the number of another one. This guy could see me within a hour or so and when I told Robby he headed out from the office to meet me there. I got there first.
The doc annoyed me straight up. He immediately started talking surgery after he examined me and by examining me I mean he just felt around...noted the swelling and the amount of pain I was in and that's that. He said that since it was Christmas, the only way I could get an operating room was if it were an emergency and the only way it would be deemed an emergency if I had an infection. So his plan was that we'd go in and do surgery and remove the implant (saline and silicon) if there was an infection we'd treat it and I could have the implant replaced in 3 months. If there WASN'T an infection or a blood clot it could be replaced immediately.
Now...as he's explaining this to me I can't stop looking at his assistant. She's obviously had every bit of plastic surgery his office could offer. Her lips were like the size of Robby's thumbs. Just HUGE. And the rest of her was just very...DRAWN. I mean...she looked fine...but you could tell it wasn't natural.
So...he finishes and I ask him why can't we rule out an infection prior to going in. Surely all we had to do was take blood and check my white blood count right? Now...this guy is a DOCTOR. He went to MEDICAL SCHOOL. I learned that off medical drama tv. So erra....yup...I don't like this guy but I'm kinda at his mercy if I have an infection and have to have an emergency surgery so I keep it to myself.
He sends me to get bloodwork done (I also hate doc's offices that don't have the capability to take blood, etc. Just a TOTAL inconvenience in my opinion...HUMPH.) and then to have a chest x-ray. I'm scheduled for an MRI on Friday. We wait for the bloodwork to tell me if I have an infection.
Just so you know...an infection in the chest area could kill ya.
I'm home on Thursday night on the sofa with Robby after taking drugs (Percocet...GEEZ THIS STUFF GETS YA HIGH!) and I start thinking about the discharge I had from my normal breast last month and wonder if this problem could be related. And for the record...I've NEVER had any problems with my implant and I've had it for 13 years. I've since learned that they don't last forever and will have to be replaced. I honestly never knew that.
On Friday morning the doc calls to tell me that I have a SLIGHT infection and it's nothing that makes him think emergency surgery is necessary. Cool.
I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday morning to discuss results of all the testing. Obviously SOMETHING is wrong and the implant looks like it has to come out. But this is what WON'T happen. I'm not letting ya boy TOUCH me. No way...no how. I'm going to take mytest results to a surgeon I have researched myself (she was also on the list of docs my doc initially gave me) and I'm going to deal with someone who doesn't give me the feeling that they are just looking at dollar signs when they find out I have PPO insurance. Yes I'm in pain but I've been in pain before and these drugs are DA TRUF! LOL! (Cept they make me itch).
(We just watched this movie called "Waterproof." It was really good. Didn't expect that.)
So NOW you know why the Robinator let me open my new puter...cuz he wanted me to have some extra happy flowing. He's a good guy that hubby of mine.
In your mind...what do you think a Preacher should be like? Reserved and conservative? Peaceful? Warm and caring? What?
In these times everything seems to have changed and the pastor I grew up with I see no where.
Maybe that's why I have a problem with the church aspect of religion. It just comes across to me as so fake. When I think of all the poor people going to church paying their tithes and watching their "leader" drive by in a new luxury car when they themselves utilize public transportation...that kinda irks the heck outta me.
When I hear stuff about married preachers praying on women I just want to start beating the crap outta folk...and man, oh man...there is just soooooooo much out there that keeps me on my side of the tracks. (Don't tell my Grandmother please...I've been called enough heathen's to last me a lifetime. LOL)
What is YOUR idea of what a preacher/pastor/minister etc. is supposed to be like in mannerisms and lifestyle?
I couldn't help it. I told the Robinator that I wanted the new deluxe turntable Scrabble for Christmas and since I had such a crappy day...when we opened the Amazon.com box that came today and saw it unwrapped...I was sooooooooooooo excited that we just HAD to play!
Having it on a turntable makes it easy to play while you're on the sofa with a dinner tray. Allz ya gotta do is SWIVEL! Whooooooooohooooooooooo!
The game was close...very close but alas...SOMEBODY had to lose and SOMEBODY had to add up the scores wrong to make it seem as if they were ahead so SOMEBODY would think they were losing. Punk.
LOL!
Today wasn't a good day for me. In fact...it was very, very bad. I've thought about it and it seems that I've had a pretty terrible 2006. Thank goodness it's almost over so that I can start fresh in 2007 and make it the best year ever!
Rosie irked the hell outta me with the Kelly Ripa mess here: Kelly, Rosie Feud
(By the way...I'dda knocked Clay's leightweight butt off that stool had he put his hand over my dang mouth...he's lucky all Kelly did was crack on him. Puhleeze...your dirty hand OVER MY MOUTH??????? HUMPH. He woulda been eating a leg of that stool.)
So...I don't watch the show...cuz she irks me. You know that person that always rubs you the wrong way? Well on tv for me...that's Rosie.
So NOW...she's got Donald singing, "YOU MUST NOT KNOW BOUT ME, YOU MUST NOT KNOW BOUT ME!" cuz she has pissed him off by being a loud mouthed, arrogant, craphead. Check this out: Rosie, Trump Feud
I know Star is just giddy with glee somewhere. ROFL!
I hope they smarten up and dump ya girl...she messy and I can't STAND messy folks.
The Black and Decker Simple Start. Don't laugh...I'm sooooooooo serious! Oh yeah...and not as her MAIN gift...as an additional something extra. We call that lagniappe. LOL!
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