Random Thoughts

My roses are growing beautifully. Well, twenty of the twenty-two, that is. Besides some fertilizer last week, and cutting on Good Friday, I haven't really done anything. I can't wait until I really get in there next week. They were beautiful last year, and I'm thinking this year will be even better. I'll have to take pictures.

I am being pulled in many different directions and it seems everything has suffered. I know I can do it all and do it well. It's just a matter of better organization.

Mr. and Mrs. Jovial had a terrible experience recently, due to their precious children having a traumatic experience while mom and dad were out of town. They never leave their kids, and this happens. I feel so bad for them, but I am also grateful, as they are, that their babies are okay. We are all thankful to God for that. I first found out about the incident from a MyS.pac.e bulletin posted by the oldest child.

I have been talking to someone with whom I have very little in common. We are clicking like you wouldn't believe. Story of my life.

I'm very happy I have family coming to visit. I hope the visit is enjoyable comfortable, relaxing, reflective, and everything else she wants it to be.

My car is acting funny.

My new bedroom is more beautiful than I anticipated, and I anticipated it to be beautiful. I am quite pleased.

I have a writing gig! Can't wait to get started.

Sometimes, your family will kick you in the ass worse than a stranger with ill intentions. Sometimes, you have to save yourself from your own family. That makes me sad, but not for one minute will I let it slow me down.

I have begun working out again. Pray for me.

FEMA sent me a letter saying they were removing all the trailers in Orleans Parish as of May 1. According to this letter, I cannot appeal this decision. I laughed at that for about a minute.

I saw a bottle of wine at the supermarket last week and decided to check it out. It's called Gewurztraminer. I enjoyed it thoroughly, with Thai food. I will be purchasing again.

I got the wood floor refinished in the very last room that needed it upstairs - the guest room. It is beautiful, and more shiny than the rest of the floors.

I am currently pleased with my legs. This is something I never say. Now that I'm working out again, they will go back to being the legs I don't like, but they'll be toned, healthy, and take me where I need to go as they always have.

I often think of Idris Elba in an impure manner. Ditto for Chiwetel Ejiofor, with some extra. There's just something about that African-English combo that turns out some beautiful people. Mm-mm-mmm!

Now, I need a glass of water.

I would say I need new people, but I fit right in just where I am:

I called a relative on Good Friday. She told me she watched The Ten Commandments earlier that day. I commented that she did that every Easter and it was a good tradition. There was a loooong pause. She then commented that the Hebrew slaves were very fine.

I found myself agreeing with her. Hey, I already asked you to pray.

Our group is having lunch at one of my favorite restaurants today in commemoration of Administrative Worker's Day.

One of our secretaries received a beautiful heather plant from her boss. I went to sniff it. Something went up my nose and hit the back of my throat. I started coughing and sneezing. Secretary nearly killed herself laughing. I may cut her when my respiratory passages are clear and I can think about it without laughing. This is the stuff that happens to me all the time.

I will be doing the "pieces of me" thing soon, with a little twist I stole from Mark.

I don't understand the desperate behavior of some women. Do you need a man so badly you'll take anything? This is what makes ugly men who don't have much on the ball act like their you-know-what doesn't stink. That burns me up. It makes me want to crush the berries of such "men". Think of your worth, ladies. If you're not treating yourself like a queen, he won't either.

Me? Sometimes I'm a queen, sometimes a princess. More often than not, I am a goddess.

Later,

New Computer

I am loading this one up now, and should be on and poppin' tomorrow.

I've missed so much...

Saturday

Today, I gave myself a facial, got a mani-pedi, ran some errands, including buying fresh produce and fish at the Hong Kong Market. I try to do that every couple of weeks. I'll season and freeze the fish. It should last a while. I'm trying to live a more healthy lifestyle.

The weather started off warm and muggy, and within a few hours turned cold and windy, without any rain.

I'm currently on the sofa in the den, supposedly for the purpose of clearing out some DVR memory. However, I see that Chiwetel Ejiofor is on. He's not a man I like to keep waiting. So, it looks like the DVR Memory will not be changing today.

I have a few more posts about wine for our tasting next week. I pray there are no more delays.

It's time to start working in my garden. My roses need some attention, and they show gratitude in such beautiful ways.

What's up with your weekend?

It's Carnival Time!!!

What y'all doing today? Please tell me you're enjoying yourselves.

Some Random Thoughts

My hair is falling out. About a fist full every day. I have to pour drain cleaner down the drain every 7-10 days. Thank God it's kinda thick, otherwise I'd be completely bald. I'm starting to really worry now, which will probably cause me to lose more hair.

I hate racism. Hate it. When directly and personally faced with it, there's a combination of shock and hurt, and then I get pissed. That's what happens when it's against my people. I hate it just as much when it comes from my people, but the process is different. There's frustration, then an effort on my part to get the offender to see a different view of things, then I get pissed. It's just bad business all around and doesn't do a damn bit of good for anyone. Why do people have to be so ignorant?

My yellow rose bush has three full, fat roses on it. They are beautiful.

Sasha has gas. Stinky, foul gas. The kind that smells flammable. The kind that makes you screw your face up, lean in the opposite direction and say "Eeew, Sasha!" Bless her heart.

I love a good kissing scene in a movie.

I detest it when my integrity is meritlessy questioned. Someone I haven't known very long, someone who obviously does not know me, did that to me three times. Nice person, just misguided and extremely paranoid - we all have our issues. Anyway, no hard feelings, but I am done.

I still think Chris Brown needs his little punk ass kicked. Biting ladies whilst you're beating the shit out of them and whatnot. I wonder what kind of mother he has. Seems to me she's upholding his behavior. Not condoning it, but trying to help him the wrong way. You know, no accountability.

I have a headache and a backache, and I am in the pissiest of moods today. Can't put my finger on it. I'll pull myself out of it. I always do. Starting tomorrow. Today's a wrap.

Friday, Random Stuff

I came home from work a little early, which is not unusual for a Friday. I took fifteen from the hundred shrimp rounds I have in a box in the freezer, put them in the toaster oven and warmed them. Delicious!

I washed them down with a beverage I made using my blender for the first time. It's delicious, too! I put a little of this in it, courtesy of my son's girlfriend, Stormy:

It has mango and black pepper. What's not to like?

Cinzia is doing much better with going up and down the stairs. I still have to retrieve her at times, but it's not like it was when she would wait for me to tote her little behind down the stairs, and then wait for me to get her and bring her back up when she was ready to come up Who does she think she is?

I have a friend I've known since I was about ten. For the last few years, her idiotic, self destructive behavior has tried my patience, and the very few friends she has are ignored in favor of any man she could have just met last week. Our history meant something to me, but the truth is, we have very little in common. It is difficult to have even the simplest conversation with her. Recently, she commited what I consider a major indiscretion, then treated it like it was nothing, tried to deflect everything and came up with every weak excuse in the book insted of just apologizing. I really think this was the last straw. On top of everything else I don't trust her, and I have lost what little respect I had for her.

That guy on the Match.com commercial who talks about cheeseburgers, has long braids in a long ponytail with a hat and eats a Hostess cupcake at the end? Name is junkfoodie? Works on my nerves.

Remember the Honeycomb Hideout?

I can't wait to do my planting plant next month.

I think my son thinks he has to tell me how to do everything. Yes, he's smart, but where does he think he got it?

I wish my friend (another one) would change her disposition in her relationship. She has given him the upper hand and he has no reason whatsoever, to make much of an effort. A friend and I were discussing this type of predicament, and it really has me thinking.

When I think of what Robert did to my air conditioner and my window, I want to hit him with my baseball bat.

The one person who de-friended me on MySpace a few months ago is an alcoholic who talks too much and has extremely unfortunate features. I mean eyes, nose, mouth, even his teeth, just messed up. His pride was hurt because I wasn't quick to show the type of affection he wanted. I was trying to take my time and get to know him better, hoping I would like him so much his looks wouldn't matter, but all he talked about was himself, and about all the women who wanted him for a husband, but of course, he just didn't want that. Maybe it was a combination of the face and the attitude, but every time I saw that face, he was either talking smack or trying to get all up over me, and it made me want to upchuck. The only information he wanted about me was in relationship to how he could benefit from it. Uh, no thank you. I really think I could have gotten used to his looks if he wasn't such a jerk, but this combination is not a good one. He ended things with me when I confronted him about his behavior and he couldn't take hearing about himself. I think he had been down this road so many times he knew just what to do. There were no tears over the loss of the "relationship," but being rejected by a jerk with an ugly face? That hurt. He loves to say he's single by choice. Translation: He has no choice. He doesn't know how to act, women for some reason don't stick around long and when they leave, it's on bad terms (he has a bad track record). He still gets drunk every weekend to avoid the life he wishes were different. Listen up, buddy! You have some things working for you: you're intelligent, neat, have a nice family, you can cook, you actually can relate to women on some level, and you have a sense of humor. Take inventory of your behavior, change what you don't like and perhaps you can settle down with a nice girl and have some funny-looking kids of your own! Hell, you'll love 'em. That's all.

Etta James really and truly does need to be quiet. Stop talking. Just sing, Blondie. Really.

I always eat more when something bothers me. Something must be bothering the hell out of me.

I am looking forward to setting up my pantry tomorrow, and getting the basement together. I have to get the floors ready for me to stain the concrete. Looking forward to that, too. I really must get out more.

I sure do like firefighters. Laughing out loud at that one.

I bought some leopard print sheets because my grandmother had some just like it. I hope they're just as soft as I remember hers were.

I miss both my grandmothers. They were very different about almost everything. One thing they had in common (besides four grandchildren)? They both threw down in the kitchen. I like to think I got 'it' from both of them, 'cause I don't play, either. Maw-Maw Weezie's drink of choice? Tom Collins, only on special occasions. Grandma's fave? Justerini & Brooks Scotch, better known as J&B. Every day.

An aside: Truman Capote drank J&B exclusively, but only called it by its formal name. When he would travel, he'd go into a liquor store an ask for Justerini & Brooks. If the clerk did not recognize the formal name, Capote would never let them know it's J&B. Even if he saw it on the shelf, he would walk out without it rather than call it J&B, or enlightening the clerk. I do not know why.

Our Mayor and City Council have stopped fighting over the waste management contract. Thank goodness. It was turning into a circus.

Sidney Torres is just as cute as he can be.

New Orleans may have its problems, but I often thank God for the blessing of being born here.

There's a sweet smell that hits me when I'm in an old New Orleans neighborhood. The smell takes me back to my childhood. I still don't know what it is.

I can't imagine what you'd have to pay me to sleep in that FEMA trailer again.

I detest insincerity.

I also hate when people know they're going to be on television, yet they show up looking jacked up. Comb your hair! Put on some Chap Stick! Think of others!

I want to go to the Krewe de View parade tomorrow, but I don't know anyone who wants to go.

Okay, I'll stop now, although I have much more.

What's random with you?

Random Stuff

I'm participating, for the first time, in WOTC with Monnie 'nem right now. Interesting. I'll probably be visiting again. I like smart people with something to say.

I went to the dentist today. I have to replace a crown and get my wisdom teeth pulled.

It is warm and muggy right now, and my air conditioner is not connected because, well, it is January, and I just didn't think I'd need air conditioning.

I'm supposed to have my satellite repaired Saturday. So far, DirecTV has offered me $100, free HD service for 6 months and reimbursement for being without use of the equipment. This is in response to my informing them I would be looking for service elsewhere, and telling them why. We'll see what happens. I still say DirecTV is shit, and I can back up everything I say.

I have a lot of posts coming up, but who the hell is going to see them? I'll continue doing what I do, but don't be surprised if I repeat posts in the future, 'kay?

I feel sleepy. Think it's because I've had 3 glasses of wine?

Talk to you tomorrow!

Monday, Monday

Good Morning Folks!

I spent the first night in my house since August 27, 2005. Yes, I am glad to be back in, but it 's one of those things that has to grow. The sounds and spatial factor may take some getting used to, as it was difficult to fall asleep. I am operating on three hours of sleep, and have on more makeup than a drag queen, but not as pretty. Cinzia and Sasha are acting a little weird, too. We'll all be fine.

Couple of notes:

Even though it's not complete, I LOVE my room. I like my area rug, love my floors, and,

I love, love, love my chaise!

Let me see if I can find a picture of one like mine. There it is. Obviously, I like the look of it, but Honey, sitting on it is like BUTTAH! The leather is soft, and the tufts are nice and deeply padded.

I wonder if I'll love the rest of my bedroom furniture as much.

What's going on with you today?

It's Friday!!!

Saturday I'm working in the house - (surprise), waiting for a furniture delivery - I'm a little excited about that, and possibly having lunch with my aunt and cousins in Mississippi. For Sunday, I think I'll be staying home and cooking some Indian dishes, but who knows?

What's up for your weekend?

Sunday stuff

Today started out with lots of rain, but it was all done by 9 am and was sunny and cool the rest of the day. I woke up at 8:30, later than I expected, maybe because I took a decongestant and an antihistamine last night. I have been in a funk all day.

Someone was supposed to come today at 1 to look at my oven. He didn't show up, didn't call. I hate that!

I cooked two dishes - arroz con pollo and navy beans. I'll have lunch for most of next week. Bully for me.

My house seems huge, cold and drafty. There's an echo of every sound. The new floorboards creek when I walk on them. I wanted to get used to being in the house before I completely moved in, guess the only solution to feeling weird is to completely move in. It's not that I'm scared, just uncomfortable.

I wish people would visit me here more. I'm kinda disappointed, but I'll keep doing what I do. They'll show up eventually.

My hair needs a new style or something.

I found two blankets from my grandmother I had packed away for years. One she crocheted, and a gold blanket she had since before I was born. It stayed on her or my aunt's beds for as long as I can remember. I just washed both of them. The gold blanket will be put to use in my den as I lounge on my sectional, where there's storage in the ottoman when I'm not using it.

I love the smell of Downy fabric softener.

I feel better when I look better. May explain why I'm in such a mood. I look turrbul!

This week I'm going to set up my bedroom and bathroom.

I'm watching Ghost for the first time in years. Everyone does such a great job in this movie. Whoopi Goldberg is the bomb. Demi Moore does really good crying. Patrick Swayze does right by a pair of jeans.

I have to set up my bedroom, including the closet, and bathroom. Everything else is I need is already done.

Tonight I'm going to do my hair, lay out what I'm wearing tomorrow, pack up a lunch, and pray for a brighter outlook tomorrow.

What about you?

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