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

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Got my prize money yesterday!

I won a journalism award recently that had some money attached to it (the best kind!) but I had forgotten about the money part (I have no idea how I forgot this most important part of the award) so when I got two check stubs yesterday I thought, wait, is this severance (in these economic times, it's not outside the realm of possibility)?

But no! It was my prize money! What makes it really great is that we have to take several unpaid days this year and the amount of prize money (after taxes) covers that lost income with some leftover to help boost our savings. We are on track to meet our savings goal for the year a little early now.

I like money. ::rolls around in cash like Scrooge McDuck::

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

SingLikeSassy celebrates one year of blogging!

So today is the first year anniversary of this blog! I've enjoyed doing this for the past year, though admittedly I have petered off here lately.

One of the things I've really enjoyed are the other bloggers/Interwebz folks I've "met," including Tiffany in Houston, Cyndy (photocynthesis), TravelDiva, CreoleinDC, FreeMan Press, AverageBro, BlackWomenBlowtheTrumpet, Lilu, lacochran, Stylin' and Profilin' and others. It's been cool reading your blogs/comments, taking advice from you and sharing moments of my life with you.

There's a lot of stuff going on in my world and I haven't been able to really sit down and write about it, though I plan to do so. I hope you stay with me as I continue to read all of your blogs even if I don't post very often at the moment.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Sure you can go home again!

My trip home last weekend was actually not as grim as I had anticipated. My Grandma *is* sick and could pass at any moment, make no doubt about it.

But trust me, she's still sassy (check her out over there dancing at my wedding in Sept. 2007). She said she was glad I came home to see her, but don't get all worked up cause she's 87 (I thought she was 88 but she got me straight on that point) and yeah, she's going to die. People are born and they die. (<--this is the woman everyone compares me to in the family). 

Then she commenced to telling me I wasn't too old to have babies, shoot she saw on TV that some lady 60-some years old just had a baby and we get these thoughts in our head about what we can't do but we can do anything we want to do so I shouldn't feel like I'm too old to have a baby. I just smiled and nodded respectfully, but in my head I thought, "that's good, Grandma, since I wasn't feeling too old to have a baby, in fact, I wasn't feeling old at all until this conversation, so THANK YOU Grandma!" I should note that she doesn't know we have been undergoing infertility treatments. Only my mother knows this and for once in her long extra blabby tell Grandma EVERYTHING life she has kept something to herself.

She also told me that she really likes Mr. SLS, but to keep my eye on him cause "it's the quiet ones that'll kill ya." Something else I hadn't thought about, but thank you again Grandma for alerting me to that potential danger.

But, you know what, that's my Grandma. Gotta love her!

I got to spend some time with my two girl cousins. I have eight first cousins and three of us are women. My youngest cousin Chelle (I blogged about her here and here) and I rode around in my car with the top back. She loves fast cars as much as I do (her dad -- my favorite uncle -- turned me on to sports cars back when I was a kid, so it makes sense she would have an interest in them, too). We then went to visit our other cousin who we've nicknamed Celie.

Rewinding for a minute, I think we three girls bonded because Celie and I are close in age so we did a lot together as kids and both of us babysat Chelle when she was little. Also, my two uncles married two sisters and Chelle and Celie are related twice over.

Anyway, we went to Celie's house and snacked on the cookies and smoothies she made for her son and his sleepover guest. It's interesting how very domestic we all are, we truly were raised to nurture and take care of families. Cause I *knew* when we decided to go over, there would some fresh baked good and/or some healthy dinner cooking and at least one extra kid if not more at that house.

(to be continued...)

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Road trip music

I don't drive home that often but when I do I tend to rock out the whole way. One of the songs that's on constant rotation is Green Day's "Holiday" because I *love* the drummer.



I also have to put on my boy T.I. because the horns at the beginning before the drum machine kicks in is hawt. Plus, I *do* like my beat down low and my top let back...



But then I'll switch it up and put on Lizz Wright's first album.



Anyhoo, that's how I get down South and back. What are your road trip regulars?

Friday, May 15, 2009

Headed down South for the weekend

I'm going home to see my Grandma. She's doing poorly and I want to hug her while I still can do that.

Honestly, no part of me is acknowledging or even accepting that my Grandma is dying. I'm going home cause I know I will regret it if I don't, but in my mind I'm going to go home, pull into the driveway and toot the horn as I have done since I had a license and access to a car, then wait for her to get to the door and take all the locks off. Then once I'm in the house, I'm kicking off my shoes, and I'll go in the kitchen and check out what's on the stove, nibble a little then settle in for a long chitchat and possibly a nap.

Then, I'll wake up and Grandma will say, "Ride to the store and get us a Butterfinger and a Pepsi (<--the pride of the Carolinas!)" and I'll go do that then come back and my mama will be there and the three of us will lay around and then my uncles, aunts and cousins will come by and we'll all laugh and stuff and then Grandma will spit some knowledge on marriage, babies and general life, then I'll decide if I'm staying for the night or going home to my mom's house (and depending on how late it is me and mama will prolly stay at Grandma's for the night).

That's our rhythm. It's been that way for years. I'm not ready for it to change. So, I reject any information contrary to that scenario.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Here's a clip from the movie "Camp"

I don't condone what this little girl does to get her chance in the spotlight, but I do like her interpretation of this Elaine Stritch classic.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Hairy issues

My mother has never known how to do hair, not hers and definitely not mine. Until she went natural a couple of years ago, she got her hair done every Friday at 4 p.m. like clockwork.

When I was little my Grandma would straighten my hair with a hot comb for Easter and put the little roller in it so I could have a bang in front. Otherwise I wore it braided. I never had the fat ponytails like the other girls. I so wanted fat ponytails.

Then when I was in the 6th grade my mother decided to have a jheri curl put in my head. Sigh. As I said earlier, she couldn't do hair, and my hair is much finer than hers and wouldn't hold a curl for a week as hers did. She thought this was a carefree (<--haha!) way to make sure my hair was done. I wore the curl until I went to college. I still looked jacked up, however, cause it took me some time to learn how to use curling irons. But once I got the hang of it, I was off to the races.

At one (really broke) point in time I could relax, wrap or roller set my hair, while also touching up my color rinse and I thought I was the bomb diggity. Yes, I dye my hair. I started graying at 16 and now have a skunk stripe. I got permanent color back in 1992 and despite the stylist testing and doing all she was supposed to do, my hair fell out in clumps two weeks later. This was a week before I had to be in a friend's wedding. So every month since I've gotten a color rinse with the exception of Jan. 2009 when I didn't have a relaxer and got permanent dye again.

Over the years I've tried wigs, weaves, braids, two strand twists and most recently, a natural. But you know what works best for my hair? Going to the hairdresser every other week, good conditioning and staying away from curling/flat irons.

I get my hair done on Saturday and this lasts til about Friday with me just fingerstyling and then I wash, condition and wear it natural for a week.

It only took 30+ years to get here...

Friday, May 8, 2009

Another side of my sis-in-law

I never hesitate to tell you all the bad things about my sis-in-law, but today I thought I would share some of her better qualities to try and offset my rants. Don't get me wrong, she *is* crazy, but she can also be really sweet and if she would back up off of me, we might be able to have a better relationship than we do even if it's not quite the one she wants us to have.

Mr. SLS' mom died of cancer six months before I met him. His sister knows I wish I had been able to meet her and tries to do little things to make me know their mom.

For example, when we got married her gift to us was an unopened copy of a record album his mom recorded in the 80s. She's also given us all the newspaper clippings of his mom's reviews and posters and stuff with her promo shots.

When she cleaned out their mom's house, she found these really great artistic black and white photos of Mr. SLS and his mom took when he was about 3 years old and had them framed for us.

She has all her mom's jewelry and on birthdays and Christmas she gives me a new piece.

It's not all bad. It's not. We're just feeling out boundaries and what kind of relationship we're going to have with each other and that takes time. And I recognize that I am blessed as she's trying to be friends with me and make me a part of the family.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

I got nothing for you

Play with this while I continue working on my ark....

Sunday, May 3, 2009

A cartoon I loved as a kid

Love at first sight!

A few photos from my visit last month to see my BFF's son.

First, here's my sweetie in the little papasan musical chair thingy I got for him.

Here he is again, chilling in the papasan thing, sans music cause he wasn't feeling that so much.

This is one of his protectors.

This is another protector. There's a third protector, but she wouldn't sit still long enough for me to get a pic.

Friday, May 1, 2009

I'm in such a great mood today!

First, I went to see my primary care physician this morning to talk about all the various issues going on with me and he weighed in with his thoughts and recommendations.

I love having one doctor that is vested in me and my husband's care (Mr. SLS started going to him back when we first started dating and loves him, too).

This doc has taken care of us as a couple and individually, knows us by name and has a great bedside manner. He also has the sweetest dog that comes to work with him and let's me play with him and rub him (they asked me today if I wanted to take him home since we love each other so much), which is very calming when you're having a stressful day. It makes all of the health care drama less drama-filled, you know?

And some of the best news is I lost 10 pounds this month! I have been trying to slim down, with no goal in mind beyond trying to eat better, move more and generally be healthier. To see the scale reflect those efforts encourages me to step it up.

I hope all of you are having a great day, too.