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

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


This makes me miss my kitties...one of mine looks just like this fat orange one and is greedy like this, too.

But I know they are happier now getting rubbed all day and spoiled.

Monday, March 22, 2010

My spring project...

Is to make our backyard into a space I want to spend time in. In the four years we have been together, I have been in our backyard once. My gray tabby ran out there and I had to get him back into the house. Other than that, I haven't even turned the doorknob on the back door.

I had a little back patio at my house with a small porch and a front yard. Mr. SLS' house is closer to the city center with a porch, but the street -- and all it's foot traffic and noise -- is right there, too. No front yard. As a result, I never go outside and just sit out there with a drink and a book.

The backyard is promising, however. It just needs some work. Mr. SLS is not really a yard person and that's OK. He does plant some tall grass out front in the little patch of earth for me every year and will tend to a potted plant or some homegrown herbs for sure. But he's not really going to tackle overhauling the back yard.

That's why I have decided to find someone to do it. I want a relaxing outdoor space and with a little bit of work I think we can have one.

Here are a couple of ideas I like:

I like this built-in bench idea:

We have a nice-sized tree we could use to hang lanterns from like this:

This one best matches the dimensions of our little yard:

Share links of any ideas you have for our outdoor oasis.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Baby, baby, baby, I got so much love for you. -- TLC

On Saturday I am doing something I have never done before ever as an adult -- taking a road trip with a 3-year-old. Pray for me. I am frightened.

One of my longtime friends is having a first birthday celebration for her son and I'm taking Mr. SLS' niece to Philadelphia with me for the party. She is so extra excited she can barely contain herself and has called me everyday to ask questions about it: Will there be a big cake? Will other little girls be there? Is it far away?

Why am I scared? My friends didn't have children until the last few years and those friends -- like the one I'm driving to Philly for this weekend -- live in other places. As a result, I haven't spent a lot of time around children (the last baby in my family was born 8 years ago and I haven't lived in my hometown since 1988). I'm worried about the ride up. It's a long ride. She's chatty but will she get bored and fussy? Will I? And I'm really worried about the ride home because by then we will be some several hours into this adventure AND she will be jazzed up from cake and candy and party revelry.

But, I love this kid, and she loves me. We went to visit her on Sunday and she rannnnnnnnnnnnnn to the door and grabbed me by the legs and yelled out "you're hereeeeeee! yaaaay!" She was born a couple of months after I met Mr. SLS and I took a yen to her immediately. My mama did, too, and sends her books, cds and other educational materials all the time. At Christmas she opened my mom's gift to her (some educational book thing), threw MY gift to her down on the floor and ran over to my mother and said "I WAS WAITING FOR THIS!" and then didn't put it down the rest of the day.

And part of me doing this is because I need to get accustomed to spending time with children so that it won't be so scary to do something like take a road trip with a kid.

Anyway, today instead of having my eyebrows threaded -- which I desperately need and have NO IDEA why I keep putting it off -- I went shopping for a gift for her to take to the party. I found a nice educational toy and card and I'll run out tomorrow to get some healthy lickies and smackies for the ride.

We roll out early on Saturday. Wish us lots of fun!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Don't Rain On My Parade! -- "Funny Girl"

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.

Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Happy Birthday Mr. SLS!

My husband is sick with a head cold today. He's been sick for all but one of his birthdays (last year) since we've been together. He hadn't even realized it until I pointed it out. He says the children at school give him germs for birthday gifts. LOL!

You'd think after all of this time I would remember that he's always sick and stop having stuff delivered to him at work on his birthday. But no, I forgot. Sigh.

Nevertheless, he loves his gifts, my family sent him cards and I'm picking up a cake today. So, happy happy day baby!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Things that make me cuss

I have a coworker who is pregnant. That's nice right? Not so much.

She's the third woman I work with to have a baby in the past 18 months, but you'd think no one had ever had a baby before this chick got pregnant.

She has spent the past 7 months complaining about how big she is and how fat she's gotten and how her clothes don't fit and how she has all these inconvenient doctor appointments and so on and so forth.

One day this chick fixed her mouth to ask me to send her all the links for ideas I had saved for my nursery cause she wanted to use them for her nursery. Then she asked me to come to her house and help her decorate her nursery. *blink* If I haven't been to your house in all this time, why am I coming now?

Now, I know some people reading this may assume I'm bitter because of my barren womb. Nope. When the other two ladies were pregnant we feted them with gifts and they talked about and showed pictures of their nurseries and I was even part of the emergency plan for one of them in case they went into labor at work. They send me pics and we talk about their kids all of the time, watch them at day care on Web cam and they even bring them to work sometimes just so I can love the babies up and play with them.

No, it's *this* chick that's on my last nerve.

Yesterday she gets to work and the first thing out of her mouth is, "I told my husband if I go into labor at work you would take me to the hospital because you drive so fast in your little sports car." I just frowned and blinked at her because, um, you and whatever offal and other yuck that falls out from between your legs are not getting in my "little sports car."

Later in the afternoon I was trying to track down a reporter to verify what I thought was an error in something that had gone live on the Interwebz (I was right, it was wrong) and she comes to my desk to prattle on about something to do with the baby/her belly and I cut her off by saying, "I am working." She makes a face like I'm a bitch (I am) and walks off. Then when I put my laptop in my bag and pushed my chair in at 6 p.m. she asked, "How do you do all your edits and leave on time everyday?!" I said, "I work instead of chitchatting cause I have a life outside of this building and I want to get to it" and then I walked off.

I can't wait until this baby gets here in two months so she can take her ass on maternity leave.


Sunday, March 7, 2010

My blogging "schedule"

If you've noticed...I don't have a schedule. I used to feel pressure to have at least one post up a day. I would sweat over what I was going to write about on a given day because, you know, my readers needed me.


Well, now I blog when I feel like it. If a week goes by and there's no post, so be it. Cause this is a vanity blog and I can do what I want with it, you know?

I'm enjoying it more now that I don't feel pressed to come up with daily posts. And really, I prefer reading your blogs at the end of the day, as they are interesting and funny.

But if there's something you want me to write about, DM me on twitter (@singlikesassy) and I'll get at it.

Take care! -- SLS

Friday, March 5, 2010

Our Wedding Vows: I DIDN'T!

Earlier today @CreoleinDC asked in a post if people wrote their own wedding vows or just used traditional vows and I happily posted that we wrote our own, as we did.

Then I thought, "I know! I'll do a post and share them with everyone!" So I clicked to the e-mail account where I KNEW they were and...they weren't there!

Which naturally put me into a panic because, THESE ARE OUR WEDDING VOWS! More clicking and I realized that they were saved on my laptop. The old, broken, won't power up anymore PC laptop.

Now, I'm trying to decide if I should take it to computer geeks just to recover the vows or dig through Mr. SLS' e-mails and see if he still has them, which is very likely because he doesn't delete e-mail. Ever.

It also may be on my external hard drive which is at home right now. I backed up everything on that computer and this is the first thing I've had to hunt up since it died more than a year ago.

Still, I'm upset with myself for not printing out a hard copy. Forehead meet palm. ::smack::