"There are notes between notes, you know." -- Sarah Vaughan

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The year is drawing to a close...

And it's been a good one. Yeah, there were some bumps here and there and I don't have/am not carrying the kid I thought I would be right now, but hell, nobody gets everything they want exactly when they want it.

I have to admit though, these past few days I've felt really happy and peaceful. I hope this good feeling continues into 2009 and beyond.

Not sure what you're doing to ring in the new year, but we're having some friends over and playing guitar hero then the musicians in the room will play some tunes. I'm looking forward to it.

Whatever you plan to do, be safe and until next year....

Funny MySpace Comments

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Give it up, turn it loose!

Mr. SLS juiced up my iPod Touch the other day and as I was surfing through the additions I saw this old favorite.



My friend Shelia and I used to jam to this back in the day. This was our "f' em, girl, f' em"* cut when one of us was bluesing about some dude.

*If you don't know this Martin Lawrence reference, let Google enlighten you.

Monday, December 29, 2008

The musical rope-a-dope

This past weekend we went to a jam session at Mr. SingLikeSassy's best friend's house. Those are always cool: great food, great friends and great live music all in one place. They usually play chamber music and jazz (with lots of improvisation from Mr. SLS). I love watching Mr. SLS play his instrument. I mean *really* love watching him play his instrument, it's usually the prelude to some good married folks bedroom time. (smile)

Anyway, I'm drinking spiked eggnog and jamming to the music and the next thing I know he's whipped out this piece and is introducing ME. Now, what's funny about this is the night before he had playfully pulled out this music and asked me to sing with him, so I did and we worked on this piece for a good hour or more, me thinking we were just playing around. But, um, no, he was making sure I was ready to sing the damn song at the party. Slickster.

Well, the feedback I got was pretty good. And these are musicians so either you sound good or you don't. There was discussion about the timbre of my voice and my sounding like Cassandra Wilson and how it was interesting that my speaking voice is higher and lighter than my singing voice.

So, I leave you with this today:

Sunday, December 28, 2008

What happened with my sister-in-law, you ask?

My husband and mama handled her so I decided to leave her alone.

First, some backstory.

A couple of months ago Mr. SingLikeSassy bought me this little iHome iPod thingy that I use in the kitchen and when I'm showering.

Because he has so much music people always want to listen to Mr. SLS's iPod when we get together so on Thanksgiving we decided to take the iHome to SIL's so he wouldn't have to pass the iPod around. Well, it was a hit. His sister was raving about it and I said, "Well, maybe Santa will bring you one," to which she responded, "Well if that's the case can Santa get me a Bose because I need to have the best." Yes, she was serious. Her husband mumbled to me, "Always wants the best but has no money."

Before I could call her out of her name my husband hustled me out of the house and into the car. But that squashed any plans I had to spend any time or money purchasing her a Bose or an iHome. I got her a scarf. Mr. SLS got her a CD. Yes, we are hateful. :::snickering:::

Well how about on Christmas day, chick opens her gifts and says "Oh, I thought yall were getting me that Bose iPod thing" and as I cocked my head to the side gearing up to say alllllll I felt about her, that damn iHome, the Bose and her ungratefulness, my husband so, "Oh no, you talked yourself out of that when you demanded we buy you the Bose WE didn't even have. Merry Christmas." Nothing else needed to be said.

OK, on to Mama SingLikeSassy. As I said in an earlier post my mama does not suffer fools gladly. Also I'd like to note here that I had not told my mother about my frustrations with my SIL.

First, my SIL ticked her off when she arrived and proceeded to walk up the stairs to our bedroom (which is an absolute no, f'in no) where I was getting dressed even though my mom said I was not ready yet and to have a seat. Without even seeing it, I know my mama's face was realllll crooked over that cause she KNEW I did not want to be bothered just yet as I had hurt my shoulder and was tired from cooking and cleaning for two days.

THEN the Bose conversation I recounted above went on and I could tell my mama was right on the edge of being too damn through with SIL, but was holding her tongue cause these are my new in-laws and she was trying to hold back for my sake.

ANYWAY as my SIL prattled on, as she tends to do, dominating the conversation and not letting folks get a word in edgewise my mama got to the end of her patience and politeness and said, "Hush, shit, let somebody else talk for a change."

This, of course, rendered SIL speechless for maybe 10 seconds and everyone stared at my mama who looked like she would go there if SIL was bold enough to jump and get froggy with her...I went into the kitchen and laughed silently to myself.


After that, the evening flowed on, folks ate and got swole with food and everything was loverly.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!

I was the first one up in my house yesterday and no one else wanted to get up so I went around taking very unattractive photos of them while they were sleeping. That'll teach folks to sleep late on Christmas day. HA!

Dinner came off well (apparently I'm known as "the down south girl who can rattle the pans") as folks brought their appetites and took plates home. The only bad part of the whole night was when Mr. SingLikeSassy's 2-year-old niece fell down our stairs (she was determined to toddle up and down them repeatedly despite warnings and removals). Thankfully she was not hurt badly though it scared everyone. She did alert everyone to the dessert I made by going in the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, sticking her finger in it and running back into the dining room with her mouth covered in whipped cream yelling "CAKE! CAKE!" and running back to the kitchen. She also spent quite a bit of time playing the piano and wanted us all to hear her "songs." She broke my piggy bank, then proceeded to try and fix it by collecting all of the money that fell out in a cup. And she toted one of the books I gave her around all night long. Is it obvious that I really like this kid?

I got what I wanted (in the color I wanted!) for Christmas and Mr. SingLikeSassy and Mama SingLikeSassy are happy with their gifts. The two of them are even better buddies now because I told each of them what to get for the other so they both got gifts they *really* wanted or needed, but you would think I had nothing to do with it, all the damn mutual admiration society they have going on. Hmph. Nah, I actually like it that my mother and husband get along. I know it could have gone another way.

In any case, I hope all of you had as fun-filled a holiday as we did and are having a great weekend.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Things I've learned in the last day or so

1. My need to have a spotless and perfect looking house clashes with other people's need to live and eat in said house.

2. My mama and my husband have developed a relationship independent of me. Last night they were up while I was asleep talking and making a potato dish.

3. I need to hurry and re-up my piano lessons.

4. I could be a stay at home wife. I love cooking and taking care of my husband and home.

I'll add more later.

Everybody get up!

It's Christmas and they are all asleep. =(

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

My mama is on the way!

It was close (I was up til 3:45 a.m. cleaning and whatnot last night) but we got the guest room all finished. The cabinet is assembled and in the kitchen ready for me to move the rest of my kitchen over (I wanted to get this done last night but after we moved my desk, TV and a bunch of other stuff, it was midnight).

So, I'm getting dressed now so I can head to the airport and pick up my mama. Hope you are all having a wonderful Christmas eve.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Knowing when to shut up and sit down

This morning I woke up at 5 a.m. and woke Mr. SLS to ask him if he had finished putting together this little cabinet I need in the kitchen. He looks at me all crazy and side-eye through his sleep and mumbles "no."

I then proceed to get all upset because I need that cabinet finished and we have to get all of this stuff done and move all these things from my house to this house and clean the house and get the guest room finished before my mother arrives and now we'll be up all night and nagnagnagnagnagnagnagnag.

He said, "I'll handle it." And turned over to go back to sleep.

Now, those among you who know better knows this is when I should have shut up, right?

Nope, I went right back in to nagnagnagnagnagnag and then I got up and got dressed (I had a hair appt downtown at 7 a.m.) and started pulling on the covers and he said, stop I'm not getting up for another hour or so and I said, how can you lay there and sleep when we have sooooo much to do and he said, because my workshop was cancelled today.

Now, let's put aside the fact that he could have told me from the beginning that he was planning to work on it all day, when he said "I'll handle it," that's when I should have let it go. He said he got it, I should trust he has it and it will all get done in a timely fashion. Whether he handled it during the day or overnight or whenever, he said he would get it done and I should have trusted that he would get it done and laid back down and got me 20-30 more minutes of sleep because I have a headache now.

The turkey is in the brine...

I have two more things to pick up from the grocery store and in the morning, the prep work will begin in earnest, and I'll bake my pies and make my cake.

Monday, December 22, 2008

We ain't sisters!

So my SIL sends me an e-mail asking why I never answer my cell phone and to call her today.

Now it's a whole lot wrong with someone who ain't my mama or daddy sending me an e-mail in which they ORDER me to call them. I see I have let this situ carry on too long and I should have nipped it in the bud long ago cause obviously some folks don't believe fat meat is greasy. But, no worries, it will be skrait before the week is out.

But in ref to today's e-mail, I merely responded that I don't answer my cell because I don't like talking on the phone. E-mail is the best way to reach me.

Cruisin' in a booster seat

I just saw a commercial that says children must use a booster seat until they are 4'9" tall.

Um, I am 4'11" tall. My two female first cousins are an inch shorter than I am. I don't know about them, but I got that last couple of inches in college. So, I reckon I would have ridden in a booster seat until I was 16 years old -- when I was a senior in high school -- under that rule.

Wow. Imagine the dates I would have had dragging along my booster seat (I didn't date much in high school as it was cause I was not *that* chick, believe me) every time someone picked me up.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

My parents married 40 years ago today

I would have scanned a photo for you, but my mother doesn't let that wedding album leave the house. I'm hoping someday she'll let me have it as I'd like to keep it for my child.

When I was a kid I would stare at the pages of my parents' wedding album imagining how I would look on my wedding day. My mother looked so beautiful and happy. Her dress was a beautiful satin empire waist with a bow, and she wore long white gloves. The bridesmaids wore chartreuse satin empire waist sheaths trimmed with yellow satin ribbon. My dad wore a suit with a yellow tie and he looked really young with his big ears sticking out. They did the arm wraparound thing with the first toast and wedding cake. The cake was tiered and there are clippings of their engagement and wedding announcements and a copy of the invitation and thank you cards.

My parents got married during the Christmas break of my mom's freshman year in college (my dad had graduated from college the previous spring) because my father had been drafted for the Vietnam war. Fortunately for me, he reported for duty a few weeks later and discovered he was partially deaf in one ear. So he was 4F'd out and never served a day. That meant he could go home and make a life with my mom and, a few months later, make me.

It's a shame it didn't work out, and I suspect if my father had not been drafted they would have dated longer and eventually fizzled out as they were not suited for each other at all. As it is they struggled and fought for the next 13 years before separating for 10 years and finally divorcing after 23 years of marriage.

But today, I don't want to think about that. I want to think about the young couple I stared at in that photo album all those years ago, who looked at each other like no one else existed.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

On a less sad note...

I FINALLY got all our accounts in one spreadsheet. It's only taken me 15 months! Mr. SLS was groaning because he knows how I am about money and budgeting and now that I have it all in front of me there will be some mandates and spending restrictions.

But I think he appreciated seeing it collectively because now we have the full picture and can develop a better spending and savings plan. What we were doing before was less organized plus it was focused on me managing our savings and investments. This way we both can be involved and make decisions (consulting with each other, of course) and see where we are at all times. We are still likeminded about finances and when I pointed out that we had taken a hit in our savings thanks to the market, Mr. SingLikeSassy immediately moved to get back on the stroll (that's what I call it when he works gigs) which he hadn't been doing so much recently mostly because he's been focused on teaching.

I was saying to someone recently that I think we had such a good first year of marriage (compared to what I heard from some other people) because we put a lot of this stuff off and just focused on enjoying each other. Now that some of the hard work of blending households, accounts and lives is happening, we're bumping heads more. But I know we'll be OK.

But all this talk about money makes me think of a recent incident with my sister-in-law that reminds me why it's hard for me to be "sisters" and chat and hang out with her all of the time.

My SIL is very much an instant gratification person. As I said in my earlier post about her, she is not working right now, but she continues to spend money and create debt.

She's been trying to get us to buy some $4k water filtration system for a couple of months now despite us saying repeatedly "no." Last Sunday, she, Mr. SLS and I went out to see a relative of theirs that was in town performing. SIL starts in about this filtration system and I say, again, no, and she keeps pressing despite me saying we are not creating more debt, but rather are focused on eliminating debt and building up our savings. So then she says, "don't you think you are worth it? You can pay $99 a month." Now, it took alllllllllllll I had not to get Mama/Grandma SLS on her (my mama and grandma will get raw with folks who work their nerves), and say something about that being why her ass was broke and living hand to mouth right now, because at 49, she STILL doesn't know the difference between her needs and wants and rather than trying to convince us to spend money in an f'ing recession she should be doing what she can to support us in our quest to save more and spend less. Mr. SLS saw where I was about to go and jumped in and said something which distracted her from that not f'in happening ever stop talking to me about it water filtration system.

Truthfully if this wasn't my husband's sister we wouldn't have had this many conversations about it cause she would have been snapped off long ago. But trust, if she brings that damn thing up on Christmas, which we are hosting, I will not hold my tongue because I think it's time for her to understand that when I say no I mean no and that's the end of it.

Babies and Christmas

No matter how tough you think you are and how much you think you have a situation in hand, something can throw you off kilter. Today I got three beautiful Christmas cards from my three best friends. All the cards have portraits of their kids and I saw them and smiled as these babies are all gorgeous. And then, I cried. Because I remembered being all excited back in August and September about being pregnant this Christmas.

Friday, December 19, 2008

The ghetto hood rat buried deeeeeeeep down inside me can't wait for this...



Though I am puzzled as to why all the women have terrible weaves. Ugh.

Who's That Lady Shaggin'?

I heard this song on the way home yesterday and was jammin' cause this is a Daddy SingLikeSassy fave and I could just see hs younger self hustlin' and bumpin' to this with my mama in our basement.


My daddy introduced me to funk, but my mama schooled me in Motown. She also taught me how to shag (it looks like what they call hand dancin' here in D.C.) cause she said every Southern woman should know how to shag. I stumbled on this video of some hand dancers and laughed cause this is my mama all day long. I can't wait until she gets here next week. And yes, I can do this, though not as well as these foxy ladies.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I forgot to make the call

My granny's birthday was today and I forgot to call her...and now it's too late to call her without scaring her half to death cause she's from that generation of folks who go to bed promptly after the 11 p.m. news ends and you only call her after then if it's an emergency.

I've got to do better. Sigh.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Chicken pot pies...

I made not one, but TWO homemade chicken pot pies for my husband tonight after work. The crust was flaky, the filling was creamy and chock full of chicken and veggies and all the seasonings were used in just the right amount so that no one flavor overpowered another.

Is that Donna Reed stamped on my forehead or B. Smith????

Monday, December 15, 2008

Hunger in America

Heard an interesting radio piece tonight building on this premise: The latest report from the U.S. Department of Agriculture finds 36 million Americans living “food insecure.”

Give it a listen and think about what you can do to improve those statistics. Then do it.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

My mama the cougar?

My mother has been dating the same man for most of my adult life. She says she doesn't want to be a wife again ever. Recently I asked her why she is always going on dates with other men when she has a boyfriend, to which she responded, she is not married and therefore is free to do what she pleases, with whom she pleases. And I guess at 59, with two grown kids and an ex-husband, she is.

So last week my mom tells me about this man she had met who told her she was the "sexiest woman he had seen in a long time." That's some serious playa game right there ain't it?!!! They exchanged numbers and had been chatting it up on the phone, getting to know each other.

But then she tells me she is hesitant to date him because he is younger than she is. So I ask, how young is he, because I'm thinking of "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" and she says he's 49. Which sends me into WTH mode cause 49 is the same as 59 to me. LOL!

Anyway, after our conversation, she goes out on the date and has a great time. He's asked her out again. She's going. I'll let you know how it all works out. And yeah, the foxy chick on the left is my mom. The one on the right is my grandma (she's 87 and has a suitor courting her, too).

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Second Take: SATC the Movie

When I saw the "Sex and the City" movie earlier this year, I liked it alright, but I wasn't blown away.

Last night I watched it again and I think I liked it more this time after putting some distance between that first viewing and all the hype. Plus I watched it with Mr. SingLikeSassy who hadn't seen it before and though he fell asleep a couple of times, managed to get the gist of the movie. LOL!

But one big question lingers for me. After the movie premiered I remember some women being all worked up because Steve cheated and Miranda took him back. Those same women had no problem with Big and Carrie ending up together in the end. Now, I'm not suggesting that what Steve did in the movie was comparable to what Big did in the movie, though both were very hurtful and stemmed from poor communication and unmet expectations, but let's pull the lens back a bit and look at this in its totality -- from episode 1 of Season 1 up through the movie.

From the day they met, Steve pretty much worshipped Miranda. He worked with her shortcomings and moodiness and got through her tough hide to show her how to love and essentially helped make her a better person. So, he made a serious, SERIOUS mistake that he even confesses to, but in 10 years, damn, a man can't get some forgiveness for ONE mistake??

Big, on the other hand, took 6 years to commit to a relationship with Carrie, during which time he acted the fool, married another woman then proceeded to cheat on her with Carrie, then got divorced and dropped in and out of her Carrie's life whenever it suited him. Then, in the movie, when it comes down to the real heart of the matter, he chickens out like a punk azz biyatch. This scene from the end of the series sums it up to me, specifically at 03:41:



Anyways, that's what was on my mind after seeing the movie again. What do you think?

Friday, December 12, 2008

I'm SO doing this when we have kids...

From Carolyn Hax's online chat today.

The Breakfast Stocking: This isn't really a holiday horror story, but just a testiment to my parents' cleverness.

When I was a kid, my family would have big blow out parties on X-mas eve (all the family and extended family would be there). Naturally the adults would get drunk and send the kids off to bed before the raunchy caroling became too raunchy for our ears.

When we (the kids) would wake up on X-mas morning, there would always be a stocking on the pillow next to each of us -- filled with breakfast pastries, cereal, fruit and a little note that basically said Santa wasn't going to stop by the house until noon-ish, and until then, we were to watch TV VERY quietly and feed ourselves from our X-mas stockings. If we woke our parents up, then Santa wouldn't stop by the house.

Needless to say - we were very quiet... and all of our parents and guests had time to nurse their hangover in peace.

It wasn't until I was married, and spent my first X-mas with my husband's family that I realized that the X-mas stocking wasn't supposed to be filled with breakfast foods...

Carolyn Hax: Brilliant.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

iSight camera makes me look fat!

OK, yes I *am* fat, but that is besides the damn point. I didn't pay a couple of grand for this laptop to have its camera remind me on a regular basis that I am fat.

I have mirrors for that. 

:::crosses fat ass arms over fat ass belly and sticks fat lip out:::

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

My friend just got laid off

We have worked together for the past three years for two different employers. There was no warning and I feel like I should do SOMETHING but don't know what that something is to do....


Feel Like Making Love

That D'Angelo post the other day made me dig this song out because it's one that conjures up memories of my parents when they were still in love and we were a happy family.



These other videos also make me smile as I remember my parents swaying -- or swingin' depending on the beat -- to the music in our basement. (The first one is the song my dad and I danced to at my wedding reception).




Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Guest post: Black, white and ho

As I noted yesterday, today's post is by someone who is considering starting their own blog, so I invited them to guest blog** here to test it out.

Now, let's all put our hands together for today's featured guest, Shades of Reality. :::applause and whistles:::




I was taking the girls out of their car seats when a black woman in the car beside me rolled up with her two children and a cart full groceries.

“They are so pretty,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said, continuing to unbuckle the oldest.

“Are they mixed?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Well, they sure are beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Tell me,” said the woman, tapping into my friendliness, “what are they mixed with?"

“White,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Really?” she asked, looking like she didn’t believe me. “Because they don't look white.”

“Oh, we get that all the time,” I tried to reassure her. “Some people think they are Asian.”

Four years ago, when my oldest daughter was born, this conversation would not have been possible. I would have shuttled my girls into the discount store long ago, thinking that woman was beyond rude. Today, I’m willing to give folks the benefit of the doubt.

“Black children who are mixed with white usually have sandy hair,” the woman said, as if she were some kind of expert.

“Well, their father’s hair is brown and my hair is brown, so they have brown hair.”

The woman didn’t respond and I took the opportunity to tell my girls to say bye-bye. They waved their hands, and we went inside.

Translation:

I was taking the girls out of their car seats when a black woman in the car beside me rolled up with her two children and a cart full groceries.

“Look at those high-yellow girls. They are so pretty,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said, continuing to unbuckle the oldest.

“Those kids look exotic and they don't look like they belong to you. Are they mixed?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

“Well, I knew that. They are beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I said again.

“Their father must be fine. Tell me,” said the woman, tapping into my friendliness, “what are they mixed with?”

“White,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Well, they sure don't look white. Are you sure you know who the father of your children is because I've seen white and black kids and these kids don't look like they are mixed with white, you ho.”

“Oh, we get that all the time,” I tried to reassure her. “Some people think they are Asian.”

“Yeah, because you laid down with a few folks, didn't you? Perhaps you should have a paternity test.”

“Black children who are mixed with white usually have sandy hair,” the woman said, as if she were some kind of expert.

“Well, their father’s hair is brown and my hair is brown, so they have brown hair.”

“Look, you can say that all you want to, but I ain't buying it. You got with someone Asian and you know it, passing these kids off as black and white when they are clearly black and Asian. You should be ashamed of yourself. Hmmpfff.

I’m the mother of biracial children, and that’s the way I see it. -- Shades of Reality




**I am always open to guest bloggers so if you are interested, submit your post to me at singlikesassy at yahoo dotcom. Keep it clean, keep it short and keep it sassy.

Monday, December 8, 2008

D'Angelo recording again?

Man, I used to love me some D'Angelo. Apparently he's coming out with a new cd in 2009 that will include collabos with Raphael Saadiq, Q Tip, Roy Hargrove, Prince and Cee-Lo. Anyway, I'm posting some of my favorite D'Angelo cuts here to help you groove your night away.







**My daddy actually turned me on to D'Angelo during a roadtrip to our family reunion back when I was in college. He's always been cooler than my mom. LOL!

I'm a fashion guest blogger today!

Check out my guest post over at "Stylin' and Profilin'.

Hopefully that post will redeem me from yesterday's biyatchy post about the sisters-in-law. I think they were just on my good and last nerve yesterday when I wrote that one. I got an email from one with some needed information this morning and I felt bad about my post.

Finally, tomorrow there will be a post from a friend who is testing out the blogging waters here as a guest in my house. If she likes it, she may spin off her own spot.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

My sisters-in-law want to be my sisters...

And that would prolly be fine if I wanted sisters, but I don't and never have and dealing with them over the past year or so has been a dance in getting them to understand that and leave me alone. 

I am not a "friend" person. I know I may seem like it on this blog and I am friendly enough, but I am not the kind of person who makes friends. People make friends with me, I do not extend myself. I also am not the friend you will be pal-ing around with or gabbing on the phone with to all hours of the night. Not me. We're not going shopping and we won't see each other everyday or every other day or even every week. And, you don't ever drop by my house. Not ever. 

I'm what my mother calls "funny actin'." I don't engage with people to that level. People NEED too much and have problems and I'm real practical and don't sugarcoat things. For example, if I say "stop crying about that man cause his ass ain't thinking about you. Get some ballz 'bout yourself, you are better than this" and you start up with, "but you don't know the whole story..." I'm finished with you. 

I have a small core group of friends and they know me and give me my space. I don't want or need sisters. And my sisters-in-law haven't picked up on that, so they insist on calling me (because they call each other all of the time and chitchat about nothing) and try to keep me on the phone for longer than it takes to share some information, which means that the next several times they call me, I don't bother to answer the phone. I am not a telephone talker. Email is the best way to be in touch with me. 

I've managed to restrain my natural bitchy tendencies so far, but here lately they have ramped up the calling to where I'm about to start snapping these chicks off. The new strategy is to call Mr. SingLikeSassy and then ask where I am and get him to give the phone to me, which, of course he rushes to do like the phone has cooties or something cause he doesn't want to talk to them either. Which makes me say these are YOUR people and if you don't want to talk to them, why should I???

So for the health of my relationship with my in-laws, can someone offer up some advice for how to deal with them?

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Creativity abounds and other things...

It never fails. As soon as you turn the kaleidoscope a smidge, suddenly opportunities abound. My two fun writing assignments have led to two other opportunities, neither of which I sought out. I also have been asked by a friend to design a Web site for her (she knows my skills in this area are rudimentary right now, but I'm trying to get better and she needs it done for free, so this is a good exchange for both of us). 

***

We have infertility insurance coverage again! Or, we will as of Jan. 1, 2009. Mr. SingLikeSassy's employer offered some coverage so we moved over to his plan. This is better than great news because we are planning to do another full IVF cycle in a couple of months, and our savings got hit with the market drop. 

We were on my insurance because when we got married Mr. SLS was part-time with the school district and my employer had cheap rates and some excellent infertility coverage so it made sense. When I changed jobs earlier this year, Mr. SLS had just returned to full-time status so it made sense to just let me continue to cover us, even though my current employer offers no infertility coverage AND the premiums are high, though I am grateful in this economic downturn to have health insurance. I also am grateful we had sufficient savings that we could pay out of pocket for our last procedure. 

But I am especially grateful that we explored all of our options during this open season as shifting to his insurance saves us some money on the premiums as it costs him less than half of what it cost me to insure us (I pay more than $500/mth for both of us) and we get the added benefit of infertility coverage.

***

My friend is adopting her foster son!! He's such a sweet kid, she's had him since he was 4 (he's 6 now), his mom can't get it together and wants my friend to adopt him because she sees how well he is taken care of and how much he is loved. 


Thursday, December 4, 2008

I'ma need Ugly Betty to get some ballz 'bout herself

I've always liked this little show, but for realz, it's starting to irk me that every week someone cooler wins the job/man/story or whatever of Betty's dreams because she's so boring/lame/honest/mismatched. START SHANKIN' MOFOS UP IN THERE, DAMN! I would be running Mode magazine by now if I were her, not doing coffee runs. And put some damn clothes on and quit wearing kitchen curtains from 1962.

She irks me man. She irks me.

The Block Is Hawt!

Brit Brit might be back on top of her game! I just saw her new video and it was a pretty darn good. But I have to admit I've always kinda liked ol' country Britney. She's not a great singer but she is an entertainer. She's the white Janet Jackson.



You can watch the full video here

All better!

It was scary there for a minute, though, and I need to go see a specialist, but for right now, anyways, I'm OK.

I'm in the ER

This is the first time ever in my life I have had to come to the emergency room. I don't like it. =:o(

*** Sent from my Blackberry ***

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Dienda, Fragile and The Shape of My Heart

When we first starting dating Mr. SLS turned me on to the "All This Time Live" DVD by Sting. It became one of my favorite DVDs and I listen/watch it all of the time (he put it on my iPod Touch) because of all the great musicians Sting brought together to make it.

I'm posting some of my fave songs from it here for you to enjoy today. Have a good one! (Note: the first one is just the song from the DVD with no visual, but it's one of my favorite songs ever, written by Kenny Kirkland).





Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Getting back to serious business

OK, I'm not sure I was ever writing about anything all that serious, but this post will take a sort of serious tone.

As I've moved along in my career I've gained new skills and realized, as most people do over the course of a career, that I am better at some things than others and I am more interested in some things than others.

I became a journalist because I wanted to be a humor writer/columnist. I envisioned myself as a mix of Erma Bombeck and Art Buchwald. I even found an article recently from my days as a newspaper intern where I said that's what I wanted to do.

But in the early days I felt (and was told!) that I had to pay my dues first, by covering cops and courts and school board meetings and city council meetings. I let editors -- who felt I had potential for newsroom leadership (HA!) -- steer me toward covering hard news when really, I wanted to write about nothing. Kinda the way "Seinfeld" was a show about nothing.

At some point I realized that I was not a hard news reporter. I like the news of the quirky and odd. I like writing things that make people laugh. OK, things that make people chuckle. Alright, things that make people Mona Lisa smile, damn.

Anyways, I moved away from reporting and into editing and then transitioned into another area of the business, but still, the content focus has always primarily been hard news.

But I realized recently that I haven't used to full advantage some of the opportunities available to me. 

To that end, I have two fun writing assignments right now. I plan to pitch more. The more I do it, the more I'll be asked to do it. Pretty soon, I'll be Queen of Stories About Nothing and you will all bow down and kiss my ring pop.

scribbling furiously in my notebook with a mad gleam in my eye

****Addendum****

Corny power ballads from two sangin' azz chicks that I listen to when I need to fire up my mojo:

1.
Make It Happen by Mariah Carey. Lyrics from the song that most inspire me:
If you believe in yourself enough and know what you want
You're gonna make it happen, make it happen
And if you get down on your knees at night, and pray to the Lord
He's gonna make it happen, make it happen

2. The Voice Within by Christina Aguilera. Lyrics from the song that most inspire me:
When there's no one else
Look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend
Just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength
That will guide your way
If you will learn to begin
To trust the voice within

Monday, December 1, 2008

Christmas cards are in the mail

Even the air mail cards. And I've pulled out my "A Charlie Brown Christmas" cd by Vince Guaraldi.

This weekend we're getting our tree and other little decorations and I'll start planning my Christmas menu. I'm considering ordering one of these turkeys. In any case, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!