Life Lesson #952

If one is going to be so foolish as to throw away some of one’s offspring’s “art work,” one should at least have enough sense to remove the trash bag – immediately.  Because if one’s offspring spies the aforementioned artwork through the semi-opaque whiteness of the trash bag?  One can bet that tears will be shed, apologies will be demanded, and there will be an episode of all-around 3 year old drama!  Oops.


Dear Supervisor-type Person:

Please refrain from the following:

  •  Yelling at me. English is my first language, and I am in complete control of my mental faculties.  If you speak to me and let me know what’s expected, I got ya.  There is no need to scream, holler, or berate me.  You are beginning to piss me off.  I am keeping my peace because, unfortunately, I am not independently wealthy and cannot quit.  Though you are making my joining “Team Target,” more and more of a realistic possibility.
  • Making sexual advances.  I am married.  So are you.  Even if the preceeding statements weren’t true – it aint happening.  Let it go.  I don’t find you cute, attractive, or in any way appealing.  Some days I don’t have energy for my husband – the man I pledged myself to almost nine years ago – so there is no way that I’m squeezing you in on my “to do” list. 
  • Making stupid ass racial remarks.  I hate cursing.  Really.  But your dumb ass statements about my “muslim hair,” my “pot smoking habit,” and your “not noticing my tan” when I got back from vacation?  Not funny.  At all.  I can’t believe you’ve made it to middle age, are well established in your career, and don’t know better.  So, I’ve got to assume that you do know better and just don’t give a damn.  I’m not going to turn you in.  Today.  But someone will.  Better stop before it gets to that point.

There’s more.  But I’m at work, and you might pop up at any minute.  Peace.

NO Jazz Fest


Yep – hard at work today.  I’m back.

The line up for this year’s New Orleans Jazz Fest looks great!  I’m thinking I’ll pick a day, throw Lovegirl in the back seat and head down for a day of great live music and awesome food.

My difficulty will come in picking a day – Dr. John, Billy Joel and Trinitee 5:7; Buckwheat Zydeco, Burning Spear and Lizz Wright; Al Green, Cassandra Wilson, and Byron Cage???  Oh, the combinations and possibilities are endless.  There are at least three headliners I’d love to see on any of the 7 days that the festival runs, not to mention the lesser known acts that I’m sure will be marvelous as well!  I’ve heard The Roots are not to be missed . . . . oh, how’s a girl to choose??

Boot Camp!


I like boots.  I’ve been known to go camping.  I’ve never, however, been to boot camp.  This is about to change.

My gym – the YMCA – is offering a 6 week, women-only, boot camp starting February 4, and I think I’m going to fork over 100 of my hard earned dollars and go for it!  I’ve been looking for something to whip me into shape, and since I can’t afford my own personal trainer, I’m hoping this is it.  I work out regularly which helps me maintain the fineness that is Nerd Girl 🙂  Now, I’m ready to take it to the next level. 

Of course, I thought I was going to die yesterday at the gym – the Wednesday night instructor is tough!  So, I can’t believe I’m about to cough up more money for more regular torture.  I’m thinking “before and after” pictures may be in order.

Today’s scent:  Pure Vanilla by Lavanila Labs.  I really like this stuff.  Of the scents I’ve purchased/been given for my 365 days of perfume wearing goal (note: I do not have 365 different perfumes, I probably don’t have 15), this is one of my favorites.  Pure Vanilla and Beautiful by Estee Lauder will definitely be regular purchases of mine when this self-imposed scent wearing year concludes.

The Great Blizzard of ’08

It snowed in the ‘Sip this weekend y’all!



 The snow really was quite lovely as it came down – unfortunately it didn’t stick around long.  Lovegirl was not impressed.  “Mama, it snows better than this in Kansas City!”  Yes Love, it does.

We’re chilling on this MLK holiday.  Smoochy’s at work (he brought his truck home this weekend for the first time – niiiice), so Lovegirl and I got up and went for pancakes this morning, bought a set of sheets to go with my new comforter set (I may not make it to work tomorrow), and headed on in so she could get her nap on.  We’re off to the gym this afternoon, and then tonight we’ll enjoy dinner – smothered turkey cutlets, okra and tomatoes, rice, and black eyed peas.  Well, no turkey for me, it’s meatless monday. 

Anyhoo, hope everyone had a great weekend and day off.  Peace and joy to you and yours.  There’s a serious blog entry floating around in my head, and I hope I’m able to piece it together well enough to post it.  We shall see.

Oh – today I’m wearing “Om” from The G*ap.  I must’ve gotten it as a stocking stuffer.  It’s not something I’d buy myself.

That’s Gangster!

I certainly am not a proponent of crime.  But.  This dude called the restaurant, told the employees he was coming to rob and them and to “get the money ready.”

And the employees followed store procedure – and called the manager instead of the police, so the dude got away with the robbery!

I am so amused.

Today’s scent:  Dream Angels Desire by Victoria’s Secret.  It’s okay. 


I had a hair appointment this evening.  The stylist was a no show.  I am pissed.  Please reference this post if you are not familiar with the frustrations I have when it comes to beauticians/beauty shops/stylists/insert-your-preferred title here.

And please note that I am not judging the aforementioned profession as a whole.  I am, however, judging those that I encounter with alarming frequency.

 This is the second time that I have shown up for an appointment with this particular young lady only to be told, with quite a bit of nonchalance, “oh, she been gone.”  The last time I didn’t say anything.  I don’t know if I’ll say anything this time. 

Since Smoochy has started driving, my getting to a hair appointment looks something like this:  leave work, pick up dinner for Lovegirl – usually something that ends in “meal” and not the tasty, healthy goodness I prefer her to eat, pick Lovegirl up from school, drop Lovegirl off at her old sitter’s house, drive over to salon.  Go into salon.  Hope that person who does my hair is there.

My time is precious.  I skipped the gym for this.  I left my child in someone else’s care for way longer than I prefer to in one day.  I drove all over the city. 


BTW:  I am still wearing Marc Jacobs perfume.  I may be pissed, but at least I smell loverly!