“Sure Honey, You Can Choose Your Outfit”


Weekend Recap

  • Took Lovegirl to a birthday party Saturday.  At 3pm.  At a park.  In July.  In Mississippi.  Yep, I was all kinds of grumpy and hot.  So not a good idea.  I’ve got two words for you next year sweetie – pool party.
  • Saturday night I went to a surprise 40th for one of my coworkers.  Everyone was asked to dress in black, white, or a combination thereof.  Some of those jokers were straight big pimpin’ in their white suits and matching hats!  The party was really nice, and there was a lot of love in the room which is always great.  Had a good time, but I just can’t hang anymore – how can I possibly still be feeling the effects of a Saturday night party on Monday morning?!?!  I drank one beer and danced a lot.  I feel like I’ve been run over with a steamroller.
  • Sunday I did not go to church.  I stayed in the bed until 9 which was quite lovely.  I grocery shopped, cooked, did a little cleaning, and chilled.  I did manage to make it to Target and bought Lovegirl a uniform skirt. 
  • Speaking of uniforms, she’s got enough stuff to make it through exactly one week. I’m going to buy her two more ‘fits – and that should hold her until cooler weather arrives.  Oh, and I have to buy patches for her shirts.  I sure hope they’re iron-on . . .
  • My kid has been getting downright jazzy with me lately.  And by jazzy I mean smart-mouthed and/or giving me looks.  You know that slow, look you up and down, like you want to fight look.  Yep, that one.  The first time she gave it to me was last Friday in a department store – I told her to put a bottle of lotion down.  She did.  And promptly stamped her foot, crossed her arms, said “hmph”, and gave me the look.  OMG!  I am still waiting for the police to pull up at my door.  I exposed her little brown cheeks and proceeded to give her a nice little spanking right there in front of the Kiehl’s display.  I couldn’t believe my child was acting this way – and thought surely that spanking effectively took care of that behavior.  Not.  She gave me that same look yesterday at home.  I had to walk away.  I just walked away.  I gave her a nice little lecture after I cooled off, but I’m pretty sure she’s going to get at least one more spanking behind “the look.”  I’ll be totally honest – I wasn’t expecting this type of attitude for another 10 years or so.  Looks like I’m going to have to gear up for battle a whole lot sooner!

Guess that’s about it.  Hope your week is off to a great start!

Finger Latching

Umm yeah, I’m pretty excited!  A few weeks ago, Creole in DC posted a pic of Roslyn on her site.  First thing I noticed?  Ms.  Hardy Holcomb’s hair – beautiful!  I emailed Roslyn and asked her what she used on her hair.  Her response – Suave shampoo.  And she finger latches her locks as opposed to twisting them – which is what I do.

Roslyn explained the finger latching process, but I’m a “visual learner” so I looked it up on youtube, found a video and cannot wait to wash my hair tonight to try this out! 

I don’t think I’ve got many locked readers – Kia you out there???  Has anyone tried this?  Do you prefer it to twisting and clipping your locks right after you wash them?  I think the reason this has so much appeal to me is because it can be done on dry hair.  I can work on my head a bit at a time, and not worry about rushing to get my hair twisted before it dries.

Okay, I’m rambling and I know it.  Anyhoo, if you’re interested in the finger latching process, the video is below.

Vignettes of Negativity

“Vignettes of negativity.”  That’s how my oh-so-wise mother described last night’s “Black in America” special on CNN.  I wholeheartedly agree.

Let’s see, there was:

One positive:  The married couple who owned their own company and had six children – five of whom were in college or were college graduates and their youngest, a senior in high school who was headed to Southern Methodist in the fall.

One neutral:  A black lady traced her genealogy and discovered (gasp!) a white branch of her family.  Knock me over with a very small feather.  I don’t claim to be a statistician, but come on now, don’t like 97% of black Americans have a white branch on their family tree?  Is this really a surprise or news to anyone?  Geesh.

Let the fun begin:

Some dude rapping between all of the segments.  Because that’s what black people do you know – rap.  Incessantly.

A story about a father being kicked out of his apartment, having to move his two children to yet another home, the son attending his fourth or fifth new school in as many years . . .

A boy rounded up and encouraged to go back to school to finish his high school senior year.  The boy agrees, registers for school a month late, and never returns.

A 24 year old young woman with HIV. 

A single mother of 5.

A young girl going in for a HIV test; admitting she has lots of unprotected s.ex.

The “marry your baby daddy” movement.  I applaud the concept, abhor the name.

Paying kids to go to school and do well on tests since blacks score so abysmally low on all standardized tests across the board.

And on and on and on it went.  I wasted two whole hours of my life last night, and I’ll never get them back.

I don’t disagree that there are problems in black America.  I do however, have a problem with a program entitled “Being Black in America” that was totally skewed toward the negative.  If you wanted to highlight all that negativity then call the show “Problems in Black America.”  I don’t think the show should’ve focused only on positives either – because that wouldn’t have given an accurate picture of blacks in America any more than did last night’s program.  Balance people.  It is called balance.   Last night’s program was not an accurate account of being black in this country.

My mother brought up an interesting point when we briefly discussed the program – and our disappointment in it – this morning.  She thought that this was an attempt to discredit O.bama’s campaign for the Presidency.  She mentioned that it has been years since she’s seen a special on blacks advertised and promoted the way this one was, that she couldn’t necessarily remember any special programming during black history month, and then all of a sudden in late July – BAM!  A program on black America that only dealt with negatives.  Definitely something to consider.  I’m not one for conspiracy theories, but Mama may be on to something with this.

Did anyone else watch the show?  What did you think?  Will you watch tonight’s episode which will focus on black men in America?  I’m going to watch it.  I can’t believe I’m going to watch it, but I am.  I guess it’s like watching a train wreck – I should turn my head, but for some inexplicable reason, I’m going to watch until the ugly, bitter end.

Life Lesson #9627

Consuming a sweet potato pancake, a strip of turkey bacon, two glasses of water, two cups of coffee, a cup of tea, 1/4 of a blueberry muffin and a handful of sour cream and onion Sun Chips all before 10:00 is not a good idea.

“Tee Mani”

This weekend I took Lovegirl and her cousins to the zoo.  We walked around, visited the “nice” animals (no lions or rhinos), sampled ice cream flavors – we went during the annual Ice Cream Safari, cooled off in the spray stations, and a grand time was had by all.  When we finished up at the zoo, the girls wanted to continue the party.  Off we went to Chick-Fil-A and back to our house where they watched the Backyardigans and played their little hearts out.  All in all they spent about 7 hours together. 

When her cousins left, Lovegirl told me that she no longer wanted to call me Mama.  I was a little shocked, but managed to ask her what she wanted to call me. 

“I want to call you Tee Mani.”  Which is what my nieces call me (I can’t stand being called Tee-Tee!)
“I’m your Mama, why would you want to call me Tee Mani?  I love being your Mama.”
“Tee Mani is more fun than Mama.”


While I have always taken my job as a parent seriously, our conversation got me to thinking that I do need to lighten up.  Sure, the rules remain, she must obey, must be respectful – I’ll always be “The Mama.”  However, she also needs to see me having fun, laughing, enjoying life, doing things that bring me pleasure.

Sunday afternoon, I walked past the piles of clothes needing to be folded, left the dishes in the sink (gasp!), and ignored the little handprints on the front door.  “Tee Mani” and Lovegirl spent the afternoon at the pool – playing, laughing, enjoying each other’s company, just chillaxin’.  We had a ball!

Welcome home, Tee Mani!

Get a Job!

You know how “they” say when you want something that you should put it out there – write it down, tell people, tell God?  Well that’s what I’m doing. 

I am Nerd Girl.  I was fired from my previous job by a boss who was wacko.  I have a B.S. in Biology and a M.P.H. with a concentration in Environmental and Occupational Health.  I am currently working as an Administrative Assistant – a job for which I am grateful, but which bores me to no end.  This is my current reality.

I want a new job.  I would like to do something in the advocacy arena.  If public health is involved, lovely, if not, perhaps something in the education arena.  I am a great project manager.  I enjoy traveling for my job, and would relish a position that would allow for a little travel – not too much since I’m playing “married single mom” right now.  I have experience doing presentations to both small and large groups.  I’ve worked with a wide variety of constituencies from college presidents to day laborers on small farms in the Arkansas Delta.  I have experience grant writing, producing and publishing newsletters, conducting college tours, reconciling budgets, tracking cohorts – I’ve done a little bit of everything.

My name is Nerd Girl, there’s a job out there with my name on it, and I am ready for it.

I’ll let you know when I get it.