Soon I'll be on blogging hiatus as I'm begninning another most AWESOME adventure (more details to follow). For now, I just feel like getting my shout on!
Old School Fred Hammond
Not quite old school/not quite new school Kirk Franklin
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Foot fantasy
Cool weather, changing leaves...time for boots.
Oh how my feet long to be dressed in this kind of fabulousness.
Friday, October 26, 2007
For your aural pleasure
Angélique Kidjo. She's a baaaaaaaaaad chick. I saw her in concert in Chicago...a-freakin-mazing.
Yet another way to fight random bugs
I have been travelling on planes quite a bit lately. When I get home, I feel icky....run down, stuffed up - you know what I mean.
However, I was determined not to get sick because I had interviews on my plate. Monica gave me some Airborne, but I wasn't noticing anything. I saw a commercial for Alka Seltzer Plus Immunity Complex and figured - "What the heck?"
Trust - that ish really works. As far as I'm concerned it's right up there with MAC as a product that rocks my world.
However, I was determined not to get sick because I had interviews on my plate. Monica gave me some Airborne, but I wasn't noticing anything. I saw a commercial for Alka Seltzer Plus Immunity Complex and figured - "What the heck?"
Trust - that ish really works. As far as I'm concerned it's right up there with MAC as a product that rocks my world.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Mommy's Little Helper
Now this one brought a smile to my face and tear to my eye...thanks to Monica and Danielle for bringing it to the front of mind.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
For your aural pleasure
A lot has been going on in my world. Will get back to regular posting soon enough.
In the meantime, I heard the instrumental hook for this song on the radio this morning. Good times, good times. From one of the best soundtracks for R&B/Hip-Hop fans (Brown Sugar is also up there)
In the meantime, I heard the instrumental hook for this song on the radio this morning. Good times, good times. From one of the best soundtracks for R&B/Hip-Hop fans (Brown Sugar is also up there)
Sunday, October 21, 2007
A different generation
NMF #2 continues to amaze me with her bravada. Last week, her mother gave her $1 to put in the Sunday School offering. Offering time comes around and what does chick do?
She hands the Sunday School teacher a play credit card. "Put it on the card?" The Sunday School teacher nearly fell out. It took about five minutes for the Sunday School teacher to convince NMF #2 that she couldn't take the card in lieu of cash.
Totally a different generation.
She hands the Sunday School teacher a play credit card. "Put it on the card?" The Sunday School teacher nearly fell out. It took about five minutes for the Sunday School teacher to convince NMF #2 that she couldn't take the card in lieu of cash.
Totally a different generation.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
You are what you look like, right?
Last night, I came to the realization that by all charts and tables - I will forever be a fat chick. Even when I reach my goal weight, my BMI classification will be "overweight". You know what, I am totally okay with that. Why? The road that will take me from morbidly obese to overweight will make me fitter, stronger and even more fab than I already am!
Last night, I was perusing some fat blogs and ran across Kate Harding's Illustrated BMI project. It's a visual representation what underweight, normal, overweight, obese and morbidly obese looks like.
As far as being "overweight", I'll be in good company - cuz all of these women are "overweight" too!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Hall of Fame
Last night, I was watching the VH1 Hip Hop Honors for two reasons: Whodini and A Tribe Called Quest...not because these are two of the greatest hip hop groups for all eternity....but because because of the experiences associated with their music. So I've decided to induct them into my hall of fame. In addition to Whodini and Tribe, I'm also inducting Fugazi. circa 1990 I've discussed my love for Whodini in previous post...so here's the back story for Fugazi circa 1990 and Tribe.
Honoree: Fugazi circa 1990
In my sophomore year of high school, a kid named Joaquin transferred in . He got sick and missed a lot of school. Since he lived near me, and we took a lot of the same classes, I began tutoring him when he got better. He was so awesome. Very much an alt/punk kid with his Doc Martens and blue hair. Very much a contrast to me and my buttoned up conservative nerd appearance. And his girlfriend Dominique was even more fab. Joaquin introduced me to a whole new world of music. Fugazi was my favorite. "Shut the door/so I can leave"...I wore the tape out. It broadened my musical tastes and my personal horizons.
For graduation, he took me to a Fugazi concert. It was so much fun, so different from anything I had experienced. When I dressed for the concert, I had on ripped jeans, a ripped tee, a skullcap and some combat boots...my MOTHER and GRANDMOTHER made me change into dress pants and this purple silk shirt. When I got to the concert, security didn't even bother to pat me down. They just looked at me with a mixture of confusion and pity and said "Have a good time". It was my first (and last mosh pit). Other people at the concert saw the way I was dressed and were protecting me from getting hurt. At one point, I was standing at the front of the stage and it was wild. I had gotten separated from Joaquin. Elbows were flying left and right. Next thing I know, this arm came out of nowhere on my left side and landed on the guard rail, then another came on my right side and landed on my guard rail. I turned around and there was a gargantuan guy (at least 6'5" and very muscular) with a huge mohawk and multiple piercings standing behind me. He leaned in and whispered, "Enjoy the concert, I'll make sure you won't get hurt". So I did. After the opening act finished, I realized that I lost my earring. I dropped to the floor to look for it. He was right there "Are you okay? What's going on?" I told him I lost my earring. My guardian angel got on his hands and knees and crawled around until he found it. I never got his name and he never was inappropriate with me. He stayed with me the whole concert and made sure that I found Joaquin when it was time to go.
I need to find some Fugazi. I haven't listened to them in years.
(Monica or Natalie - based on this entry, would you please recommend some new bands for me? I feel the need to expand my musical horizons. I'm going to go ahead and investigate of montreal because you both raved about them SOOO much. :) )
Honoree: A Tribe Called Quest
Ay has been a great friend from jump. I remember how we met. We were in a pre-frosh summer program at school and had to partner up for an activity. She was wearing an orange shirt, so I chose her to partner up with. That's it...just because she was wearing an orange shirt and I liked orange. I figured she must be a cool person if she was wearing an orange shirt. The funny thing was that I didn't know her from Eve. Plus, there were other people in the program that I knew. She was my introduction to hip hop, and in particular, A Tribe Called Quest. Benita Applebaum, El Segundo, and the whole Low End Theory album. In fact, Low End Theory was the FIRST hip hop album I ever bought. We were fortunate enough to see A Tribe Called Quest in concert in a small venue during our first year of college. So awesome.
Honoree: Fugazi circa 1990
In my sophomore year of high school, a kid named Joaquin transferred in . He got sick and missed a lot of school. Since he lived near me, and we took a lot of the same classes, I began tutoring him when he got better. He was so awesome. Very much an alt/punk kid with his Doc Martens and blue hair. Very much a contrast to me and my buttoned up conservative nerd appearance. And his girlfriend Dominique was even more fab. Joaquin introduced me to a whole new world of music. Fugazi was my favorite. "Shut the door/so I can leave"...I wore the tape out. It broadened my musical tastes and my personal horizons.
For graduation, he took me to a Fugazi concert. It was so much fun, so different from anything I had experienced. When I dressed for the concert, I had on ripped jeans, a ripped tee, a skullcap and some combat boots...my MOTHER and GRANDMOTHER made me change into dress pants and this purple silk shirt. When I got to the concert, security didn't even bother to pat me down. They just looked at me with a mixture of confusion and pity and said "Have a good time". It was my first (and last mosh pit). Other people at the concert saw the way I was dressed and were protecting me from getting hurt. At one point, I was standing at the front of the stage and it was wild. I had gotten separated from Joaquin. Elbows were flying left and right. Next thing I know, this arm came out of nowhere on my left side and landed on the guard rail, then another came on my right side and landed on my guard rail. I turned around and there was a gargantuan guy (at least 6'5" and very muscular) with a huge mohawk and multiple piercings standing behind me. He leaned in and whispered, "Enjoy the concert, I'll make sure you won't get hurt". So I did. After the opening act finished, I realized that I lost my earring. I dropped to the floor to look for it. He was right there "Are you okay? What's going on?" I told him I lost my earring. My guardian angel got on his hands and knees and crawled around until he found it. I never got his name and he never was inappropriate with me. He stayed with me the whole concert and made sure that I found Joaquin when it was time to go.
I need to find some Fugazi. I haven't listened to them in years.
(Monica or Natalie - based on this entry, would you please recommend some new bands for me? I feel the need to expand my musical horizons. I'm going to go ahead and investigate of montreal because you both raved about them SOOO much. :) )
Honoree: A Tribe Called Quest
Ay has been a great friend from jump. I remember how we met. We were in a pre-frosh summer program at school and had to partner up for an activity. She was wearing an orange shirt, so I chose her to partner up with. That's it...just because she was wearing an orange shirt and I liked orange. I figured she must be a cool person if she was wearing an orange shirt. The funny thing was that I didn't know her from Eve. Plus, there were other people in the program that I knew. She was my introduction to hip hop, and in particular, A Tribe Called Quest. Benita Applebaum, El Segundo, and the whole Low End Theory album. In fact, Low End Theory was the FIRST hip hop album I ever bought. We were fortunate enough to see A Tribe Called Quest in concert in a small venue during our first year of college. So awesome.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Solid Serenade
I was never a huge fan of this show...but Solid Serenade is one of my all time cartoon favorites, in large part because of this song.
It gets even better when he does that horrible cheesy accent to woo the lady cat: "I love you, and you set my soul on fire. It is not just a little spark, it is a flame. A big roaring flame. I can feel it now."
The episode in its entirety:
Sunday, October 7, 2007
What we used to watch...
Here's a little blast from the past.
When I watched this today, it was slightly disturbing....maybe because the villians were named after very important parts of the brain (Sara Bellum and Lobe), maybe it's because Sara Bellum was a cougar, maybe it was the red jumpsuit, maybe it was the fro, maybe it was the steppinfetcit robot, maybe it was the high cheez factor, maybe it was the high quality opening graphics, maybe it was the chalk on nails theme song...not quite sure.
When I watched this today, it was slightly disturbing....maybe because the villians were named after very important parts of the brain (Sara Bellum and Lobe), maybe it's because Sara Bellum was a cougar, maybe it was the red jumpsuit, maybe it was the fro, maybe it was the steppinfetcit robot, maybe it was the high cheez factor, maybe it was the high quality opening graphics, maybe it was the chalk on nails theme song...not quite sure.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Society for Prevention of Ashy Lips
This morning I was listening to the Tom Joyner Morning Show. A listener called in and asked Tom the following: "Tom, why didn't you ask Tyler Perry if he had enough vaseline for Malik Yoba's lips?"
Man, that brought back memories. It always amazed me that Malik Yoba could be so careless with those things. How could he look in the mirror and not see that we he was in reverse blackface? For that matter, how could the makeup people or the produers not stop that travesty?
Maybe I'm over reacting...maybe his lips weren't so bad.
This afternoon a rerun of "New York Undercover" proved me wrong.
I remember reading an interview he did where he addressed the lip situation. His excuse "I lick my lips a lot and they tend to dry out". If that's truly the case, then, to paraphrase the TJMS crew, brother needs a vaseline drip.
Just talking about this makes me wanna go find my lipchap.
Man, that brought back memories. It always amazed me that Malik Yoba could be so careless with those things. How could he look in the mirror and not see that we he was in reverse blackface? For that matter, how could the makeup people or the produers not stop that travesty?
Maybe I'm over reacting...maybe his lips weren't so bad.
This afternoon a rerun of "New York Undercover" proved me wrong.
I remember reading an interview he did where he addressed the lip situation. His excuse "I lick my lips a lot and they tend to dry out". If that's truly the case, then, to paraphrase the TJMS crew, brother needs a vaseline drip.
Just talking about this makes me wanna go find my lipchap.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Time
Not having a job yet and having a limited income lulled me into becoming a major couch potato. When the highlight of your day is an update to dlisted.com, it's time for an intervention.
So, what am I doing now? I've gotten my ass out of the house and back to the cafe. I have a phone interview on Friday and a TBD in person interview. I'm prepping for them. I'm also going to try a free e-course to improve my French and add some other languages under my belt.
I am so used to being engaged that not having anything to do is really a pain. However, I am determined to hold out for the right match for a job - assignments/responsibililty, location, compensation package. Opportunities that meet all criteria are not as plentiful as one would think. As it turns out, many CPG companies exist in Nowheresville. Being in Nowheresville pretty much forces your life to revolve around the company...been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
I live a faith based life and that's pretty much all that's keeping me going right about now. Belief that there is an entitiy (God - cuz I'm a Christian) greater than me who's looking out for me during all of this and prepping me for something better. In the meantime, I'll keep plugging away, doing what I can until it's my time.
So, what am I doing now? I've gotten my ass out of the house and back to the cafe. I have a phone interview on Friday and a TBD in person interview. I'm prepping for them. I'm also going to try a free e-course to improve my French and add some other languages under my belt.
I am so used to being engaged that not having anything to do is really a pain. However, I am determined to hold out for the right match for a job - assignments/responsibililty, location, compensation package. Opportunities that meet all criteria are not as plentiful as one would think. As it turns out, many CPG companies exist in Nowheresville. Being in Nowheresville pretty much forces your life to revolve around the company...been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
I live a faith based life and that's pretty much all that's keeping me going right about now. Belief that there is an entitiy (God - cuz I'm a Christian) greater than me who's looking out for me during all of this and prepping me for something better. In the meantime, I'll keep plugging away, doing what I can until it's my time.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Job search brought blues but Pinky brought joy
Today has been a meh kind of day. The job search started to take its toll, so I took a day off to get refocused. I know that everything that I didn't get wasn't a match (and that's not just sour grapes - for example - I emphasized work/life balance and having outside interests only to find out in subsequent interviews that people in that company live,work and breathe each other. I mean...c'mon - you people live/work in NYC) but it was still kind of demoralizing.
Fortunately, I have a most awesome Mommy who has some idea of what I'm going through and she listened from a knowing place. Relaxing, reading, talking to Mommy, prayer - feeling much better now.
But I digress...
Nothing was on TV tonight but as I was channel surfing I came across one of the best cartoons ever..."Pinky and the Brain". It was on Toon Disney!
When I was in college, "Pinky and the Brain" and "Animaniacs" were the bomb. Everyone watched. Now that I'm older and seeing it again, I have a greater appreciation for "Pinky and the Brain". For example - in the episode I'm watching as I write this, Brain dresses up in a man suit...chaos and hilarity ensue and Brain ends up in court. An example of the sheer brillance of the show - the prosecutor is modeled after CHRISTOPHER WALKEN.
I'm so glad that that was on tonight!
Fortunately, I have a most awesome Mommy who has some idea of what I'm going through and she listened from a knowing place. Relaxing, reading, talking to Mommy, prayer - feeling much better now.
But I digress...
Nothing was on TV tonight but as I was channel surfing I came across one of the best cartoons ever..."Pinky and the Brain". It was on Toon Disney!
When I was in college, "Pinky and the Brain" and "Animaniacs" were the bomb. Everyone watched. Now that I'm older and seeing it again, I have a greater appreciation for "Pinky and the Brain". For example - in the episode I'm watching as I write this, Brain dresses up in a man suit...chaos and hilarity ensue and Brain ends up in court. An example of the sheer brillance of the show - the prosecutor is modeled after CHRISTOPHER WALKEN.
I'm so glad that that was on tonight!
Birthday Bust
My birthday is January 1st. People tend to think I get shafted on presents because it's so close to Christmas. I don't get shafted on presents, I get shafted on parties. That sucks because in my family, birthdays are the most important days of the year. That's the day that God blessed the family with another member. It's a day to be feted to no end. For example, one of the NMF was born on Thanksgiving. When her b-day falls on Thanksgiving, my sister and her family don't have Thanksgiving, they have a big birthday celebration. A huge party with friends and family. Cake, streamers, balloons, games and presents.
In my life, I have only had one birthday party on my birthday. It was in high school. That turned out to be a hot mess because my friends were still recovering from New Year's Eve. With my family, it was always the traditional New Year's Day soul food meal and then my presents as an afterthought.
If I do end up celebrating my birthday in some way, shape, form or fashion - it's usually tied into some New Year's Eve thing. Like the year I turned 25...I ended up at Mad Bar in Chicago. I went by myself and told everyone it was my birthday on Jan 1. I had a great time that night - everyone bought me drinks, the band played happy birthday, I danced. Don't get me wrong, it was a lot of fun, but it wasn't a birthday party.
My birthday dream - to have a party with my friends and family on my birthday. I want a cake with candles, music, good food, streamers or some other random decorations. I don't want it to be second fiddle to New Year's Eve either. One day it may even happen.
In my life, I have only had one birthday party on my birthday. It was in high school. That turned out to be a hot mess because my friends were still recovering from New Year's Eve. With my family, it was always the traditional New Year's Day soul food meal and then my presents as an afterthought.
If I do end up celebrating my birthday in some way, shape, form or fashion - it's usually tied into some New Year's Eve thing. Like the year I turned 25...I ended up at Mad Bar in Chicago. I went by myself and told everyone it was my birthday on Jan 1. I had a great time that night - everyone bought me drinks, the band played happy birthday, I danced. Don't get me wrong, it was a lot of fun, but it wasn't a birthday party.
My birthday dream - to have a party with my friends and family on my birthday. I want a cake with candles, music, good food, streamers or some other random decorations. I don't want it to be second fiddle to New Year's Eve either. One day it may even happen.
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