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Random Saturday morning...

Can't sleep anymore...I've been up since 4:00 a.m. ish...what's up with that?!

I went out to gaze at the beach from my little "porch"...realized that despite what the news says, what my bank account says, and all the negaholics out there say...it really is so much to be thankful for

I have some really cool friends

My kids are pretty cool too

Umm, don't ever tell your kids you are "thinking" about getting a dog unless you are prepared to deliver the dang dog immediately...they DO NOT UNDERSTAND THAT "THINKING = MAYBE IN ABOUT 2 MONTHS OR SO"

I need a Toni Braxton CD STAT!

Why did one of my crackhead clients tell me she was about to have a birthday soon, that it was going to be the "big one" and that everyone tells her she doesn't look her age...I guessed 50, she said 40...she doesn't look her age...CRACK is WHACK!

I am seriously "thinking" about cutting my locs...off and starting all over again

If there is anybody out there...what's on you "random" mind?

Tuesday Legal Brief

Here's a quick "legal brief" for ya...


perp charged with possession of crack, the state offers to recommend probation, no jail time if she pleads guilty and opts out of trial (at a trial she can get up to 8 years if found guilty), she has given a "confession to the cops" but she doesn't think she has confessed and doesn't think she has done anything wrong...


perp: I told them I had smoked all my crack right before they got there (confession here)

me: blink

perp: so the rest of the crack that was sitting there wasn't my part, it belonged to the other guy that was smoking crack with me... (continuation of the confession here)

me: blink

perp: so I'm not pleading guilty, Imma go to trial (and promptly go to jail)

me: blink

perp: what? why you lookin' at me like that?

me: did you get high this morning?

perp: giving me a toothless smile...no response

I'm bored, therefore I cook...

Since I've moved, I've been on a cooking freenzy. I stay on the internet trying to find recipes. I was just over at Pserendipity's spot and she was posting about recipes, go figure!? Anyway, last night I cooked a meatloaf. I've never been a big meatloaf fan, partly because I could never get mine to come out right! I don't eat beef so I use turkey and could never find the right combination of ingredients to make it come out tasty and loafy...mine always came out bland and tooo moist...falling a part moist. So yesterday, I found a recipe called Brown Sugar Meatloaf that had high reviews from "the people"...and one lady said the ingredients worked just fine with ground turkey. So I printed it and dashed off to the grocery store for the items I needed. Boy oh boy, that meatloaf was a smash hit. I think it was the ginger. Deeeeeelicious!

Here's the recipe if you are interested and if you have any good casserole dishes you wouldn't mind sharing, please let a sister know?

INGREDIENTS
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup ketchup
1 1/2 pounds lean ground beef
3/4 cup milk
2 eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 small onion, chopped (I used Lipton's Onion Soup/1 package)
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
3/4 cup finely crushed saltine cracker crumbs (I used seasoned bread crumbs)

DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease a 5x9 inch loaf pan.
Press the brown sugar in the bottom of the prepared loaf pan and spread the ketchup over the sugar.
In a mixing bowl, mix thoroughly all remaining ingredients and shape into a loaf. Place on top of the ketchup.
Bake in preheated oven for 1 hour or until juices are clear.

Changes...

Soooooo, since the last time I "posted" I took a new job and moved to another city. Let me tell ya, I thought I had purged before, but when I began to pack in June and July to prepare for the move to a city 3 hours away, bay-bay, did I purge. I must have thrown away and given away more stuff than I actually put in boxes to keep and take with me to my "new" city. I know the trash people were frustrated with my a** (or delighted, you know they say one woman's trash another man's treasures).

Well, we (me and the kids) moved to a smaller city near the beach. Literally, we can cross the street from out home and be on the beach. The kids love it...thus, I am happy! So, we are here. A little, not much, drama has followed us here (insert bad karma from ex) but we are dealing with that and expect to be drama free in about 2-3 months of service of process. Stay tuned for the post(eseses) about that soon.

My coworkers are fab and I've even found a basketball trainer for BabyBoy! Life is good.

I miss hanging out with Pserendipity and my nephewcousin Aidan but I'm sure they will put me in the rotation when they come this way, and I'll be swinging through their neighborhood quite often.

Change is good, right?

1984

I just finised reading 1984 by George Orwell. I know, I know, most everyone read this book in High School. I didn't. I picked it up to read because I had every intention of joining our local ACLU Banned Books Book Club a couple of Wednesdays ago as they reviewed and disussed 1984. Well, didn't make the meeting but did finish the book even though it took me an unusally long time to read it.

However, I find it hard to believe a 12th grader would be able to fully understand all the poltical themes running throughout the book, many of which are most relevant today.

Read this if you haven't!

Legal Briefs

True stories
anonymous woman: Someone is trying to steal my inheritance.
me: oh, really
anonymous woman: (all dignified) Yes, someone drugged my husband and took him to the bank and made him withdraw $20000 from our account.
me: oh, really how do you know this? that your husband was drugged?
anonymous woman: He told me.
me: *cricket,cricket*
anonymous woman: My husband doesn't want to go to the police because the police 'round here are probably in on it. The people in this town are crazy. My husband is scared.
me: I bet.
...

duffus: I was playin' 'round on my job with a co-worker. I was just jokin' but he got all serious and told me he was gon hit me. I didn't believe him. But he walked up on me and punched me in the face. We both got fired. I wanna know what my legal rights are. I mean they didn't have no right to fire me. I was just playin'
me: You have the right to apply for unemployment benefits and be denied.
duffus: You playin'?
me: *crickets*
...

Like School on Saturdays, No Class

I've had locs for what...9 years now, so I am used to people asking questions about my hair. I usually am not offended by some of the things people say about my hair or locs in general. I just roll with it. But you know what, it never ceases to amaze me how some people just don't have home trainin' and will say and ask the most "irregular" stuff...

Earlier this week while getting "the frisk-down" by the bailiff while passing through the metal detectors in the courthouse, the maintenance lady (I guess) comes out of nowhere (really) and says, "Your hair is long. That ain't all your hair, right?!...I mean it ain't all real right?!" So, now everybody in the whole damn place is looking at my head.

Me?! I 'm trying to get to the PD's office and asking several times and several ways can somebody tell me where the PD's office is?!

She starts in again with the "that ain't your hair" business so the bailiff helps her out and says, "Mam she's talking to you." I say, "um, yes my hair." "Can you tell me where the PD's office is thank you" -to the bailiff. She tries to give me directions but Hairlady interrupts her and takes me by the elbow and shows me exactly how to get to the PD's office but not without trying to fondle my hair before we part. I do a quick Matrix move and escape being head molested.

Then later that same day in Popeye's tryin' to use their facilities and get an apple pie for my 2 hour car ride, another older lady comes up on me with hands outstretched asking me "if I bought all that hair on my head." She repeats and says "that ain't all your hair...haha...you didn't buy all that somewhere didja..haha..." I half-smile and advise her to have a nice day.

So unclassy, so uncothed...but I guess they didn't mean harm? Just didn't know that it ain't cool to ask people if their hair is "real"? Although, we are talking about grownarswomen though. I dunno...