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

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The great blanket battle of 2009

Last Christmas Mr. SLS' sister gave us this orange velour throw that I claimed immediately as my own.

Mr. SLS and I started calling it my Linus blanket after a bit because I move from room to room with it and sometimes use it as a pillow.

One day a couple of weeks ago Mr. SLS was cold and I put the throw over him and he discovered how toasty warm and comfy it is and now, this is the two of us with this blanket (sans the pop-up commentary from the person who posted the video):

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Christmas redux

It was a great day. All the dishes I took over to the in-laws were eaten up. The gifts were loved. The vibe was fun with lots of laughter and gaiety.

Our niece loved the gift my mama gave her and played with it from the time she opened it until the time we left. What really made my day was when Mr. SLS' sister and her husband left, our niece and nephew (his brother's kids) jumped up and down screaming: "AUNTIE [my name] and UNCLE [hubby's name] ARE STAYING! AUNTIE [my name] and UNCLE [hubby's name] ARE STAYING! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" So I guess we are ALL on the same page in reference to Mr. SLS' sister. LOL!

That said, Mr. SLS' sister cried when she opened our gift. Apparently the idea that we picked out something that was so perfect for her overwhelmed her. His sister is very hippy dippy and emotional so while the reax was a little bit much it wasn't out of character for her.

Anyway, gotta get back to my family. Type at ya later!

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas mes amies!

Well I am loving my gifts so far, which include a flip video and a ca-ute dress. Mr. SLS also got me another iTrip for my car, which is a standing joke between us because he has had to buy me one for every year we've been together because I keep tearing them up. Meanwhile he's had the same one pretty much the whole time.

What's really funny is I said we should get my mom a new phone for her house cause I swear every-damn-time I call her that phone is crackling or about to die or something. Well, apparently me, my brother AND her boyfriend all were disgusted with that phone and all got her the same thing. She laughed and laughed and laughed. We'll take ours back and get her this book she wants and some other things.

I baked two pumpkin pies last night with my gingersnap and walnut crust and topped with my homemade cranberry sauce. I also got my sweet potato souffle ready so I could pop it into the oven this a.m. after putting the topping on it (I used crushed pecans, crushed cinnamon cookies, light brown sugar, butter and a little flour for the topping) and in a bit I'll make the oyster stuffing. We're going to Mr. SLS' brother's house and it will be fun to watch the kids open their presents.

All in all, not a bad morning. Hope yours is as lovely and that you are sharing it with your loved ones.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Transgressions of my mouth

For some reason I was thinking about my mouth ... and how I can snap off with it from time to time. Or, how I *used* to snap off with it from time to time.

In all the time we've been together I've only gotten greasy about the mouth once with Mr. SLS. He left the house. Later he told me not to EVER cuss at him again. And I haven't.

But in the past I have said some things with the intention of slicing and dicing a muthaeffer with my tongue.

Like the time I said to a dude, "Hell, all this yipyapping and shit, you sound like a bitch. Get some ballz 'bout yourself."

And the time after that when I said, "I'm sorry I said the shit, but only because you keep bringin' it up two, three years later, hell! Stop whining wit' yo' bitch ass."

There was the time I said, "If I gotta figure this out all by myself, what the hell do I need you for?"

And oh yeah, the time I said, "If you want to eat here, you need to bring some groceries, cause my money don't feed me and big [N-words]*, too."

I get it honest, I do. I've listened to and watched my mama, aunts, grandma, great-aunts, cousins and beyond grind a mofo down with their words. I used to be proud of being mouthy and having a quick comeback on the ready in case a negro acted up.

Not anymore. I remember my mama telling me a few years ago that she wanted me to be married and if I wanted to be married I couldn't do what she did. She had had her husband and didn't want another one, I still had to get mine and talking any kinda way to a man I supposedly cared about was not cool.

If it matters at all, I said all of that to the SAME man and I eventually realized I didn't respect him. Or love him. Or like him. We broke up and have never spoken again.

What about you? Do you let whatever comes up come out and talk to your mates/dates disrespectfully? If so, how's that working for you?


*This was before I decided to remove that word from my vocabulary.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Hola! Bonjour!

I'm back! So much to tell you, I'll see if I can sum it all up.

I went shopping with my sister-in-law in a "bonding" outing. It was OK, though she is much more of a shopper than I am and about an hour in I was done. (Why does it seem like people with the least to spend stay in the mall frittering away money they aint got?)

I've talked to the people in the other city twice now and am just waiting to see what they intend to do. It's both a great opportunity and a not-so-great opportunity at the same time. Hard to explain. I'm not sure what I'll do if an offer comes. Whatever happens it will be the right thing, I'm sure.

Mr. SLS and I had our first big disagreement as a couple this past week. I was so mad I couldn't talk to him for a day or so. I finally calmed down enough for us to talk and we aired our grievances and got it all out just in time for the snow to fall and trap us in the house for a day.

Which leads me to being snowed in...and being snowed in and making up. I hate snow. But, I like making up all snuggly BECAUSE of the snow.

Finally, my mom will be here in a few days and when I was putting up the Christmas stockings I realized that she isn't extended family she is a part of our little family here in D.C.

I thought about starting my next IVF cycle this month and then changed my mind. Maybe next month.

There's more but I'm already tired of typing so, until next time!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Let's get the weekend started a tad early

I'm in a good mood for at least five minutes so let's Get Off with Foxy:



And get a little Knee Deep with Parliament and George Clinton:



Then let Slick Rick tell us a bedtime story:

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Our Internet is out...

And I haven't been able to post. BlackBerry is problematic for posting and I try not to blog at work so I'm in a blog bind.

But I can still read so I'm following you guys even if I can't post much.

      *** Sent from my BlackBerry***

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

My mom called last night...

To tell me the husband of one of her longtime friends died over the weekend. Then some of her first cousins died. And she felt like everyone was dying.

She was sad and teary.

By the time we got off the phone she was gut laughing. I'm glad I could make her feel better.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

A possible change in the works...

Tomorrow I am traveling to another city to talk to some folks about a career opportunity. It would be a great move for me if it happened, but would require a lot of change and sacrifice for Mr. SLS.

Despite that, he is happily supporting me and encouraging me and even helped me pick out the right outfit and shoes so that I would make the best first impression.

But still, there are things to weigh and discuss and work out, if I come home with good news. It's no longer about what's best for ME, but about what's best for us. Us.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Thoughts while under the hairdryer...

I don't really like this BlackBerry, I want an iPhonem

I can't even see what I'm typing on this damn thing. I could see on an iPhone

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Tiger and Elin

Clearly Tiger missed this hit last year:



I feel sorry for Elin. And I don't condone any abuse against anybody.

But, I understand.

If Mr. SLS gets crazy and decides to wander, in the words of Miss Sophia from "The Color Purple," I will bash his head open and think about heaven later. KNOW THIS! Cause he does.