Tastes Like Chicken!


I just ate a piece of beaver.  Wasn’t half bad.  It does not taste like chicken.

** Edited to add:  I literally mean beaver – the dam building rodent.  Nerd Girl has not gone all porno on ya!  And yep, it was on purpose.  One of the docs traps them and brought some in for us to taste.  So I did. **

It’s my loc-aversary!

So actually, this post is a little late.  I started my locs on January 25, 2007.  I don’t know why I had a February date in my head . . . .  Anyhoo, some observations to commemorate this great occasion:

  • My locs are between 5 and 5 1/2 inches long now. 
  • I wish I’d taken a picture/measured them the day that I got my inital twists.
  • I’m still going to the shop for maintenance.  They’re fully locked and I wash and condition them, but can’t get them as nice and tight as my beautician can.
  • I love my hair in its natural state.  That may sound trite, but really I do.
  • I’m still surprised when people compliment me on my hair.
  • I still get slightly perturbed when people see pictures of me with permed hair and say “oh, you had such pretty hair.”
  • I think I’m only going to let my hair get to shoulder length, and not try to grow it to great lengths.
  • My beautician says that all of her clients say that, but once their hair starts growing long, everyone seems to change their minds.
  • People often comment on how fast my hair has grown.  Honestly, it seems the same length to me.  This growth process is S-L-O-W.
  • I hope that this journey of mine will be an inspiration to my daughter as she grows up and that she will choose to continue to wear her hair naturally – once she’s old enough to make that decision that is.
  • But I won’t trip if she should choose to straighten hers.  (I promise!)
  • I’m thinking of getting a rinse or maybe putting  a little ornamentation in my hair – a small bead or shell perhaps.
  • I’m also thinking of letting my locs grow out, cutting them off and rocking a ‘fro.  Aaah the possibilities!  Who knows what the future holds?



 5 things I’m feeling:

  1. Powdered sugar donut gems.  Yeah I know, right?  I don’t eat these on the regular, haven’t had ‘em in years, but lately I’ve been craving them and eating 2 or 3 packs a week. 
  2. Anthony Hamilton.  This brother has been on heavy rotation in my iPod this week.  I’m particularly feeling “Pass Me Over.”
  3. Tupac.  Yep, I go from one extreme to the other.  Been you-tubing him all week at work.
  4. Black.  I’ve worn black 4 out of 5 days this week.  I am a neutral colors kind of gal, but I think this may be a bit much, even for me.
  5. My husband.  We have a good marriage – lately it has been great. And I appreciate him for it!

4 things I’m not feeling:

  1. Rude people.  They really do bite.  I don’t understand the lack of common courtesy that just seems to be pervasive lately.  I try not to take it personally, but there are several people who made me wish that I was a fighting kind of girl – I would’ve done some serious damage this week.  Yep lady in the Target parking lot, I’m talking about you!
  2. My ankles.  They’re killing me.  We’ve been running a lot in boot camp, and my ankles have really paid for it.  The good news is that I can see the changes in my physique and am pleased thus far.  Of course, I’m eating donuts by the roll, which is counteracting the boot camp work . . .
  3. My boss.  She actually banned a group of us from going to lunch together.  Alrightie then.  Just because no one wants to socialize with her, I guess she’s decided there will be no socializing at all.  It’s not like we’re leaving the office staff-less at any time.
  4. The mountain of clothes in my laundry room waiting for my attention.  Where do all of these clothes come from?  We wear the same thing week after week.  If you looked in the laundry room, you’d swear we had wardrobes to rival Mariah Carey’s!

3 songs just played on my iPod:

  1. Every Time I Turn Around – LTD
  2. Candy – Cameo
  3. Love Shack – B-52s

2 things I’m doing this weekend:

  1. Continuing my quest for a table for our entryway.  I found one that I love at Cost Plus, but I don’t want to drive to the nearest one (Baton Rouge) to pick it up.  So, the quest continues – I’ve already tried Pier One, Kirkland’s and Tar-jhay.  Wish me luck!
  2. Going to church.  We haven’t been in . . . a while.  Time to rectify that.

1 thing I want right now, but can’t have:

  1. A fish taco with extra lime!

Vanity, thy name is Nerd Girl

So, I just spent $33 and some change on lipgloss. 

MAC 4N lipglass to be exact.  I think this may be the most perfect lipgloss shade to ever grace my lips.  Brownish/reddish/sparklyish.  Perfection.  It is apparently a “limited edition” shade, and was no longer available at either of the 2 stores (same store, different locations) that sell it here.  So, after much internal conflict, I headed over to the MAC website and ordered two tubes.  I’m seriously contemplating ordering more.

Somebody, stop me!

Happy Valentine’s Day!


“Love is resolution added to my being, linking my present to generations past and future.” – Khalil Gibran

“Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs.” – Proverbs 10:12″

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” – I Peter 4:8

“Love doesn’t make the world go ’round.  Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”
 - Franklin P. Jones

“I love you.” – Smoochy

“Mama, I love you and Daddy so very much.  Really, I do.”  – Lovegirl



Yes, I realize this may indicate that I have too much time on my hands.

A*retha Franklin is upset because B*eyonce referred to T*ina Turner as “The Queen” during the Grammys.  Ms. Franklin issued some statement giving “love to B*eyonce, anyway.” 

Alrightie then.  Seems rather petty to me. 


Okay, I’ve taken some deep breaths in and out.  And while I am still truly bummed about my PhD program being eliminated, I know that another opportunity will present itself soon.  I don’t know why I reacted so strongly yesterday, but I really did feel like crying.  Okay, I confess – I shed a few tears.

But, today’s a new day, and I know that I can’t sit around feeling sorry for myself.  So, I’m not.

 How could I when I’ve got a kid who comes up with lines like this?

Lovegirl:  Mama, what are you doing with my clothes?
Nerd Girl:  Honey, they don’t fit you anymore.  I’m putting them in a bag so that we can take them to Goodwill tomorrow.
Lovegirl:  Okay Mama, but if Will has been bad, he can’t have my clothes!

Lawd a’mercy!

Today’s scent:  Sensual Amber by Bath & Body Works.  Yesterday’s was Marc Jacobs.

I want to cry

The department of Preventive Medicine is being disbanded.  Which means the PhD program to which I was preparing to apply will cease to exist.

What am I going to do?  I need to go back to school.  I really, really, don’t want to take out a loan.  There is no real reason to, I was getting a PhD for job security, the pay increase honestly wouldn’t be enough to warrant 10s of thousands of dollars in loans!!!  I cannot/will not do this secretarial crap for the rest of my working life.


Tuesday Tidbits

plank-position.jpg  (**Plank Position**)

 Maybe the computer folks at work read my blog and are so impressed by my wittiness that they’ve unblocked WordPress.  Or not.  Anyhoo, it seems as though I am once again free to blog to my hearts content – at work!

Boot camp may be, by far, the most difficult thing I’ve ever willingly taken on.  We started with a 3 minute run.  Yeah, I know – I’ve been going to the gym forever, I should be able to handle a leisurely 3 minute run around the gym.  Whatever.  All I remember from the remaining 57 minutes of the class was having orders barked out in rapid succession – “side step, run, knees up, walking lunges, squats, jump rope, jump rope faster, hold the **plank for 30 seconds, sit ups, plank again, kick boxing, punch, suicides, run!”  I thought I would die!  But I didn’t.  Which means I’m going back for another round of fun this Wednesday and for the next 5 weeks.  I didn’t tell Smoochy I’m taking this class – I’m going to see if he notices a difference without my having spilled the beans.  I got on the scale last night – weighed in at 164.5.  My reasons for taking this class were to increase my cardiovascular endurance and to tone.  I’m not really looking to lose weight, but we’ll see what the scale says on March 13.  I went to healthcentral.com.  According to that site I have a small frame (who knew???) and should weigh between 156-171.6 pounds and I have a BMI of 23.6 which is in the healthy range, but anything over 24 is considered overweight. 

My kid continues to crack me up.  On Saturday night, Smoochy asked Lovegirl what she did earlier in the day.  “Oh Daddy, I chilled out with the ladies, talked a little, and ate chocolate cake.”  Translation:  she went to a T*upperware party with me.  And no offense to the T*upperware sellers/lovers of the world, but as long as they’re selling G*ladware for $3 a package, please don’t count on me buying a set of storage dishes for $150 and helping you earn a car – not happening!

Today’s scent:  Dream Angels Desire by Victorias Secret.  I like it better today than I did the last time I wore it.