Random All Up and Through This Joint

  • With the recent deaths of…several overweight young male (you know, my age) entertainers I once again attempted to talk to Smoochy about dropping some poundage.  His answer:  I bought more life insurance.  Pray for us.  Seriously.
  • I only knew about P.atrice O’Neal’s comedy from stuff like VH1’s “Best of…” shows (don’t judge me!), but was watching some clips of his last night early this morning when I should’ve been sleep.  Dude was hilarious!!! RIP.
  • Don’t forget book club discussion of “The Hunger Games” is next Monday, December 5.  I read it over the course of two days, so even if you haven’t started – it’s not too late!
  • I’ve seen two reports about the new face of hunger in America.  Am I being too racially/economically sensitive if I point out that hunger has always been present in this wealthy country of ours, but only now that the faces are…paler and/or in different ZIP codes does it seem to warrant journalistic attention?
  • I think there may be crack in those Chick-Fil-A chicken mini biscuits.  Those things are damned delicious!
  • I have a meeting this morning.  Let’s hope history does not repeat itself.
  • I was really pissed that no one made pound cake for Thanksgiving. Operation Buy A New Stove before Christmas is so on!
  • I just realized that I get a “free” check this month.  Guess I’ll be buying the aforementioned stove with it.  And converting Lovegirl’s bed from toddler (shame!) to full-sized. I’m ready for her to stop using the guest room as her second bedroom/playroom.
  • I started a pair of earrings last night.  And by started I mean I took everything out of the packages.  And realized the beads I bought are the wrong size for the hoops I bought.  Back to Hobby Lobby I shall go.  My projects always end up costing more money that I planned…
  • Speaking of Hobby Lobby, I was in line behind the world’s least intelligent woman last night.  Ma’am.  It’s a 50% off sale.  You don’t have to ask how much every.single.thing.is.  It’s not like they were having a 67.37% off sale.  Geez.
  • Smoochy came home this morning before Lovegirl and I left.  Yeah, that was me standing in the kitchen with Lovegirl behind my back and a butcher knife in my hand.  Dude.  I’ve asked you to call and make your impending presence known.
  • Have y’all heard of a favorite things party?  I so think I’m throwing one early next year.  Everybody brings 3 of their favorite things – under $6 each – and everyone leaves with 3 things to try out.  Fun!
  • That damn meeting was 1.75 hours long. And now I’m angry.

Defending Her Honor

I’m not real big on fighting.  I believe in walking away.  I don’t generally care too much about negative things people say about me. Now, if you threaten me or mine with physical harm, I will come out swinging. But talk?  Nah.  I realize everyone doesn’t operate that way, and that’s cool.  Or is it?

I was watching RHOA Sunday before last and Phaedra’s husband Apollo and Cynthia’s husband Peter almost came to blows because Peter had given an interview in which he said some not so nice things about the other “housewives.”  Phaedra wasn’t real thrilled about what Peter said and made some snide remark to him which set off the whole back and forth between Peter and Apollo.  Apollo was heated and said something about defending his wife’s honor.  And then it was on.  Old vs. young. Peter vs. Apollo. Folks vs. baby.  Whatever.

I got to thinking about how stupid stuff like this is how a lot of people lose their lives. Somebody says something someone else doesn’t like and the next thing you know, some dude has driven back to the club, sprayed it with bullets and folks are hurt or dead.  Because of something someone said.  If two old dudes like Peter and Apollo are willing to throw down – at a baby shower no less – over words, how in the world can we ever expect our  young men to resolve conflict without violence?

A lot of people were whooping and hollering about how Apollo was absolutely right to defend his wife. I guess.  If your wife – a lawyer and aspiring funeral home owner o_O – can’t handle someone saying something nasty about her, y’all have bigger fish to fry.

I don’t want – or need – Smoochy to get into any type of fight over something said about me.  People are crazy.  Always ready to pull out a gun and start shooting.  At the end of the day, I want my husband home, safe with us.  If someone calls me a two-bit whore, let ’em.  Don’t risk life and limb defending my honor.  I’m good.

I’m pretty sure Smoochy would disagree, and some of y’all probably do as well.

So, tell me – where do you stand on this one?  Do you want your spouse/SO fighting to defend you from verbal nonsense?  Would you prefer he walk away?  Have you ever been in a similar situation?  What happened?



Flowing From My Heart Is Gratefulness…

As we get ready to celebrate another season of Thanksgiving with friends and family from near and far, with tables filled with plenty of tasty treats from which to choose let’s take a moment and reflect upon those things for which we are thankful. Shall we?

I’ll start:  The health and happiness of my family and friends. My husband. My daughter.  Traveling grace for my parents as they travel internationally and nationally. Stability. God’s grace and mercy.  Music. Peace. Employment. Choices. November temperatures in the high 70s. Good childcare. Healing. Lack of need. Football. Tacos. My iPhone. The ability to calm. Babies. Nail polish. The ability to bless others.

This song:

What are you thankful for?

I wish you and yours the happiest of Thanksgivings.  Stay blessed.

My bad…

I’ve posted before about how non-fond of meetings I am.  I have the attention span of a gnat and I think most people call meetings just to hear themselves talk.

Anyhoo, yesterday afternoon I was in a meeting.  With two other people.  My boss and the statistics dude.  We were discussing the best way to go about testing students so that we’d get the cleanest data.  I’d started daydreaming around the time I heard “bias” for the gazillionth time.

***la, la, la. I guess we’ll finish those pinto beans tonight. Is it going to be warm for the game on Saturday? Should I buy shoes or a vacuum cleaner? I hope Lovegirl’s doing okay today.  I need to wash my hair….***

Boss:  Nerd Girl?  Nerd Girl?  Nerd Girl!?!
Nerd Girl:  Hmm?
Boss:  I was asking you if you thought color mattered?
Nerd Girl:  In post-racial America?  Nope.
Boss:  I was referring to the color of the scantron sheets.
Nerd Girl:  Oh. Well, the answer’s still no.


Sorry Ladies, He’s Taken…

Saturday evening – after spending 4 hours in the woods with 115 giggling screaming 1st and 2nd graders at a Girl Scout Princess Tea Party – I went to visit a friend and her new baby.  I was gone for about 4 hours.

When I came back I was greeted with:

I still don't like eggs. o_O









Old school - stacked TVs!








It’s a helluva man who secures both a big arse tv AND a flat of brown eggs in the time it takes to coo over a cute newborn baby.  I am truly living the life!

Also, here’s the recipe for the cheesy corn puffs I made last night.  I got the recipe from Food Network Magazine. I didn’t like them.  They were way too egg-y tasting for me.  Smoochy liked them, Lovegirl did not.  I forgot to take a picture of my finished product – though I will say that mine were very flat and not all puffed up and pretty like the ones in the magazine.  My oven is having temperature issues, and while I do think that affected the look of the puffs, I don’t think it had anything to do with the overwhelming egg flavor with which I was assaulted!!!  Yes, I realize this is not a glowing endorsement for the cheese puffs.  You may like them….

Here’s what they looked like all purty and glossed up for the magazine:







1 cup creamed corn
4 T unsalted butter
1 t salt
1 3/4 C all-purpose flour
3 large eggs
1/2 C shredded pepper jack cheese + extra
1 T chopped fresh chives (didn’t use these ’cause I didn’t have any)

1. Preheat oven to 400. Line 2 baking sheets (I used one) with parchment paper.

2.  Bring the corn, butter, and salt to a simmer in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Reduce heat to low. Add the flour and stir with a wooden spoon until the mixture is smooth and begins to pull away from the sides of the pan, about 2 minutes. (Um, yeah, as soon as I added the flour there was no stirring or pulling. The dough lumped up. I gave it a few stirs and called it quits.)

3.  Scrape the dough into a bowl, let cool slightly.  Add the eggs, one at a time, stirring well after each addition.  Stir in the cheese and chives.  Chill the dough 15 minutes.

4.  Scoop tablespoon-size mounds of dough onto the prepared baking sheets, about 2 inches apart.  Sprinkle with more cheese.  Transfer to the oven and bake until golden brown and puffy, 20 to 25 minutes.  Serve warm.

(I got about 12 puffs from this recipe – the recipe says it yields 24???)

And The Award Goes To…






Welcome to Nerd Girl’s 1st (annual, bi-annual, weekly?) Side-Eye Award Ceremony.

This go-round? We’ve got three awardees:

  • Penn State University.  I’m not a lawyer, don’t pretend to be one.  The only thing I remember from my two law classes?  Quid pro quo.  And that’s just because I like the way it sounds.  Anyhoo…I don’t know what the law says the administration, coaches, grad assistants should’ve done concerning the Sa.ndusky abuse allegations, but I do do know that common sense and moral decency should’ve sent one, some, most, all of them running to the police.  I pray to God above that if anyone I know ever sees a child being abused they won’t just tell their boss and walk away.
  • R.ick P.erry.  Did y’all watch the debate?  Sir, save yourself and your supporters time, money, and dignity.  Drop out now.
  • E.ddie M.urphy. This dude decided not to host the Oscars because his friend /director got in trouble for using a gay slur. Oh, okay.

Who else should receive a side-eye this go ’round?  Anybody/thing rubbing you the wrong way right about now??

My Heart Is Full

1.  The Personhood Amendment did not pass! As a rape survivor, as a woman, as a mother to a girl-child I am over the moon with joy that our choices as it relates to our reproductive rights are still intact in the state of Mississippi.  Everyone is entitled to their own opinions on this controversial movement – I’m just ecstatic that more people agreed with me than the opposing side last night!  Hell, I might start taking birth control pills just because I can!!!

2.  Heavy D died yesterday.  I remember when people my parents grew up listening to would die and how shocked and distraught they’d seem.  I never thought it was that big a deal – these were “old” people after all.  Well, now someone that I grew up listening to and admiring is gone at the age of 44 and I know exactly how they felt.  I’ve always like Heavy’s music – fun, positive joints that got and kept you on the dance floor.  I loved watching him on TV – particularly on Living Single, and I appreciated his guest appearances on other artists’ songs – especially Janet Jackson’s “Alright!” Diddly diddly dee indeed.  RIP.