Shake Ya Body Down To The Ground!

So, this weekend, several work girlfriends and I headed to a local bar/club to hear a band that our male coworker plays for. (sorry English majors!)  They’re a really good cover band, and I had a great time!  I don’t go out often at all, but am glad that we finally took him up on the invites to hear them play.

Random thoughts that ran through my mind that evening:

  • Hmmm, I believe that girl is flashing her breasts at the crowd.  Indeed she is.  She shouldn’t be.
  • I’m glad I’m not single.
  • How strange is it that the girl in the A.didas pants has hunched almost every man in here – and that her mother is here with her?
  • Why does this mother/daughter duo keep trying to pull me on the dance floor?
  • Did that random stranger just try to run his fingers through my hair?
  • Who knew “Paralyzer” would sound this good covered?
  • Some people should not dance like no one is watching.
  • Did this lady really just ask me how to twirl? 
  • I should leave before the drunks hit the road.
  • I think I smell like a M.arlboro Red.
  • Hee-hee, I got a shout out from the band.
  • I do not “got a big ole butt, oh yeah.”
  • Thank God I’m the mom – I definitely won’t make it to church tomorrow.
  • I just tried to “get low,” I’m outta here.

Today I . . .

  • Will be thankful for this day;
  • Will reply “great” when asked how I’m doing;
  • Will begin to speak more positive things aloud;
  • Will not write a rant about how stupid it is that F.ord has the following disclaimer in their commercials featuring a “talking” car:  “The part of the car was played by an actor.”  Okay, so I kind of snuck that one in.  Anyhoo . . .
  • Will look at my daughter and be thankful for the blessing that she is in my life;
  • Will call my 87 year old grandmother and tell her how much I love her;
  • Will text each of my brothers and tell them how much I love them;
  • Will drink 8 servings of water before I leave work – even if it means my staying late, and that’s not happening;
  • Will buy a piece of clothing that is neither black nor tan;
  • Will find one new recipe to try next week – baked chicken is getting old.

Okay, I think that gives me enough to commit to for one day.  I hope you and yours have a lovely weekend!

Like I Needed Another Reason


I love T.arget.  You know, the giant, mass merchandise retail store.  The one whose siren song calls to me and that I must answer nearly every Sunday afternoon.  Yeah, that one.

 Anyhoo, I was browsing around in there recently and discovered my newest love:  exercise pants with an option on lengths!  That’s right, I can now buy Champion exercise pants in tall.  Are you feeling my excitement yet? 

I don’t wear shorts, can’t stand capris and have been relegated to wearing exercise pants that were always just a schooch too short, forcing me to look like some awkward middle schooler being taunted about being ready for the next big flood.  No longer.  I am finally getting fit and fine in exercise pants that fit properly – from my six pack abs to the tops of my toned tootsies.  Or something like that.  Thank you T.arget.  Thank you!

Life Lesson #22

If you let your three year old daughter choose her own shoes on the Monday after Easter, there is a very real possibility that she will spend the day wearing a pink/white striped t shirt, blue jeans, and very white “Easter shoes.” 

I plan on capturing this on film and posting a pic this evening!

Taste The Rainbow

Okay, I know that we should obey the laws of the land, but, this honors student was suspended, stripped of his student council post and barred from a honors dinner.  Because he bought a bag of S.kittles from a classmate.  You read right – a bag of S.kittles.  And no, that’s not code for the newest illicit drug, I’m talking about the fruity rainbow candies!

This is the kind of stupidity that I am in no way prepared to deal with when Lovegirl reaches school age.  These types of decisions make me think that she will definitely attend private school.  I used to get incensed when Smoochy would tell me about students being suspended for defending themselves in a school fight.  I’m all for peaceful campuses, but it boggles my mind that one student could walk over to another, slap ‘em around for however long they please, and if the student being attacked fights back, they are both suspended.  What kind of nonsense is that?????

Back to the candy – I wouldn’t have been able to hold myself together if Lovegirl came home and told me she’d been suspended/banned/stripped because she bought a bag of candy.  There’s no way.  No way.

My Date With Senator Obama


3:00 – Left work, picked Lovegirl up, dropped her off at Ms. D’s and headed over to Jackson State.  Doors were scheduled to open at 5.

4:00 – Got to JSU, parked at a church on the corner of Lynch St., so I wouldn’t have to navigate those damn roundabouts when it was time to go.  Walked for a few minutes, was told by those “in the know” that I couldn’t take in any sort of bag.  Walked back to the car, emptied my very small purse, jammed stuff in my pockets, headed back.

4:15:  I’m in line, talking to folks, amazed at the sheer number of people lining the streets, waiting to get in.  People from every demographic category were represented.  I was inspired and uplifted by the crowd’s energy.  The line is slowly inching forward, indicating that doors have opened a little earlier than expected.

4:57:  I’m in!  After a brief delay at the metal detectors – I forgot to take my swiss army knife off my keychain – I was swept into the auditorium. Turns out I could’ve brought my purse – I’m slightly pissed because I left my camera behind, but oh well, that’s spilt milk. I find a seat in the nosebleed section and hunker down, waiting for the Senator to take the stage.

5:15:  A few people that I don’t recognize and can’t hear take the stage.  The loudspeaker is playing “I’ll Take You There.”  An older lady seated above me takes the music as her cue to get up and dance.  At first she was just doing a side to side rock – when the crowd starts noticing her, clapping, and making cat calls, she is encouraged and starts to -borrowing a phrase from my father-in-law here – “jook.”  I am amused and alarmed.  The lady next to me starts talking, and we have a wonderful conversation which continues through the rally, us exchanging telephone numbers, and onto Lynch street later that evening.

6:13 (or so – I don’t wear a watch – all of these times are guesstimates!) Senator Obama takes the stage after a prayer, a word from Congressman Bennie Thompson, and former Governor Ray Mabus. 

I confess –  I was a little underwhelmed.  Don’t get me wrong – I was happy to be there, thrilled at the likelihood of him winning Mississippi, and caught up in the moment.  But I also understood something my brother mentioned when we were discussing his experience in Houston.  My brother stated that going to the rally was kind of like class elections in the 8th grade where the kid who brings candy and promises no more classes is the one elected. 

“Health insurance for all!”  “Increased wages!”  “Equal educational opportunities!”  Etc., etc.

I think at this point in my life, I’m an optimistic cynic – I hope he wins, I hope change occurs, but I’m just not sure how many of his speaking points can be realistically implemented in the time frames he was referencing.

All in all, I’m glad I went.  He is still my choice for President.  And I am excitedly nervous to cast my ballot today. 

Barack the vote!

This weekend I . . .

Consumed:  Turkey bacon and Boca “chicken” patties for the first time.  Both are quite tasty and will become regulars on our table.

Read:  About 60 more pages in Mandela’s autobiography “Long Walk to Freedom.”  It is so easy to forget that our heroes are really every day men and women who answered a call and perservered in the face of adversity.  A great read, and I’m looking forward to learning more about Mr. Mandela and his struggles, both personal and political.

Slept:  Outside in the lounger.  The weather is just gorgeous and the combination of the sunshine, the chirping birds, and the inner peace I’m feeling right now just naturally progressed into a quick nap.

Bought:  4 t-shirts.  Two from Tar-jhay and two from Old Navy.  The sleeves on the two from Target stop right before my elbows and will be just perfect for Spring -got green and black.  The two from Old Navy are so soft and comfortable – and were on sale – heathered tan and gray.  4 new t-shirts in, 4 old ones out – and so the ruthless closet purging continues.

Finished:  Lovegirl’s Easter basket.  We never had Easter baskets as children, and I swore any child I had would always have one.  This year’s goodies include:  chocolate, a new garden spade and gardening gloves, lipgloss, and a bright yellow tshirt. 

What did you do this weekend?  What are you looking forward to in the upcoming week?