Totally Predictable

I do not like the J. Foxx song “Unpredictable.” Don’t really understand his appeal as a musician. Just wanted to share that with the masses.


A Few of My Favorite Things

Here, in no random order are a few things I’m enjoying these days:

1. Kindred the Family Soul’s latest album – “In This Life Together”. I am particularly feeling the track “Woman 1st” as it puts into words so well the struggle I go through on a daily basis to keep it all together – as a woman, as a wife, as a mother, as a daughter, as a sister, as a friend . . . you get my drift. Truly feeling this album. Music for grown folks.

2. Lorac gloss stick in Berry. Talked about it in a previous post – still loving it.

3. My hair. I am feeling particularly liberated from my hair and it is a wonderful feeling. I’ve still got it braided up – smaller cornrows this go ’round – and haven’t made up my mind what I’m going to do with it yet – cut it, big ‘fro it, twist it out or lock it up. Do you know what its like to walk into drizzling rain and enjoy feeling the rain on your face as opposed to freaking out ’cause your hair is going to be a mess?!? Simply wonderful. I should have done this a long time ago. Not that I had the confidence then. Even now it is a little unnerving to walk into a room full of mostly relaxed, sometimes pressed heads of flowing hair. But. I have finally realized that I will never – never – fit the standardized notion of beauty. So, I’m working with what I’ve got. Cantcha-dontcha hair and all.

4. Gardenburgers. The original. So good. Lovegirl and I eat them way more than I should admit to. I even caught Smoochy sneaking a taste of Lovegirl’s the other day – and he’s a straight meat and potatoes type fellow – I knew I’d get him to swing my way sooner or later! (Not down with the Boca Burgers at all. Soy trying to be beef? Not so much.)

5. Grey’s Anatomy. Sunday nights at 9, you can definitely catch me in the company of Meredith, McDreamy, and the rest of the crew. I particularly love Sandra Oh as Yang, Chandra Wilson as Dr. Bailey (and I don’t usually enjoy the angry, black woman roles) and Isaiah Washington as Burke (I’ve had a crush on him since “Love Jones”). Good TV.

6. Being in better physical shape. Not a 10 (yet) but definitely moving away from heart-attack-after-two-flights-of-stairs range. Maybe I’ll post a swimsuit pic one of these days. BIG maybe.

7. Pom brand pomegranate juice. Original and blueberry. Delish.

Does my heart good . . .

to know that all of my efforts to instill manners in Lovegirl have not been in vain. She’s down with the please and thank you and will even self-correct and tell me “no ma’am” just before she does something wrong.

Her newest trick – she fake belches and then says “excuse me please.” Of course, when a 16 month old says “excuse me please,” it sounds more like “scummy peas.” Hillarious -cracks me and Smoochy up every time! I am absolutely loving this parenthood journey 🙂


My friend T’s father died in the early morning hours of the 16th. He was diagnosed with cancer right after Thanksgiving and it spread quickly – brain, lungs, spine.

Another reminder to be kind to those you love, kinder to those that you don’t, and to enjoy this life that you’ve been given – there is no do-over.

R.I.P. Mr. C.

Sweet, Sweet Baby

I haven’t said anything about my beloved Lovegirl in a while, so I thought I’d rectify that today!

Lovegirl is now all of 16 months old and continues to be the best thing in my world. Smoochy runs a close second, but she definitely has the lead in this race.

She walks – my girl decided to give us an early Christmas present and really started walking on December 18, 2006. Sometimes she does her Redd Foxx as Fred Sanford impersonation and puts her left hand over her chest while slightly waving the right one in the air for balance. So unbelievably cute.

She talks – dog, God, yes, please, no ma’am, juice, Mama, Da (refuses to add that second “da”), nose, hi, bye, night-night, walk, and six are among her favorite words. I don’t know what’s up with “six,” but if you count to five, she’ll definitely pipe up with six. Weird kid.

She’s an addict – imagine pulling into your garage after having filled a cough syrup prescription for your baby less than 3 minutes prior. Now imagine opening the car’s back door. There’s your kid in her car seat – legs crossed, big smile on her face with an empty cough syrup bottle in her right hand, the bottle top in her left hand and all she’s saying is “mmmm, good!” Ever called poison control? Let me tell you – save yourself the headache and wasted time and just hightail your *%$ to the emergency room. Ever cursed, prayed to God, and tried to figure out how you were going to explain to your husband that your stupidity killed the baby all at the same time???? Long story short – she did not consume an entire bottle of cough syrup (which totals 100 ml just in case you do ever decide to go against the wisdom dispensed here and call poison control). She had instead somehow managed to pour it under the floor mat on the passenger side of the car. Of course, that was the one spot in the car that her semi-hysterical parents hadn’t patted down and felt. We discovered this after 2 1/2 hours at the friendly local emergency room and a clean bill of health from a doctor who made Doogie Howser seem middle aged. Believe me when I say she will never again have the opportunity to hold the stapled prescription bag from the pharmacy. Never.

She’s outgrown her “fro-hawk” – when Lovegirl was born, her hair laid flat on her head. When she was about 4 months old, it started kind of sticking up and we noticed she didn’t really have a head full of hair – the sides were on the spare side. She had an afro/mohawk kind of look going on. So we’d say that she had a fro-hawk or a mo-fro. Well, lo and behold, her hair has come on in and my beloved now has a head full o’ hair. It’s the small things in life that keep me happy!

I never really thought I’d be one of those parents who talked a lot about their kids. Now I realize that all parents do it. We can’t help it. They’re awesome. They’re funny. They are love. They’re all-consuming.

I have however decided that I’ve got to find some outlets in my life that let me slightly remove myself from “all Lovegirl, all the time” mode. So, I’m instituting 1st Thursdays with a small group of friends/acquaintances. On the first Thursday of each month (hence the clever name) we are going to get out of the house and do something different. A movie we wouldn’t normally see, an experience we wouldn’t normally partake in, a new restaurant. Something different once a month. A once we’ve exchanged greetings – kids, husbands, and significant others are not to be discussed. I always complain about living in this great Mississippi metropolis because I find it boring without a lot to offer. I’ve finally realized that I have no right to complain because I don’t take advantage of the things it does have to offer. I’ll keep ya posted.



I usually try to make it a point not to get caught up in celebrity stories or worry too much about what’s going on in other people’s lives.


This makes me sick. I really would be okay with not hearing another mumbling word about this whole nasty, nasty situation.

In the real world, who gets to fall in love with EVERYBODY they work with, sleep with them, have them adopt your adopted kids and get pregnant by them? Oh – did I mention that the coworker was married during half of this stuff going on? Geez. But, what do I know. Maybe they’ll live happily ever after – one big United Nations melting pot of a family.

Some Like it Hot

Just this morning I was thinking I’ve got to get the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Under the Bridge” for Nano the nano (creative name, I know). What do I hear on my way to a school visit this morning? You know it! One of those signs that it is going to be a great day!!!