My (random) thoughts

I've always been of the mind that I have to get to know a guy first, before divulging a lot of info about me, in order to know who he is and know his intentions toward me.  The guy I met at the party I went to Saturday seems like a really nice guy.  The more I talk to him and get to know him, I find myself ticking off a couple items off my list.  You know, the "list."  I asked him today what he thought of me and he said I'm interesting, but I'm hiding so he doesn't know me fully yet, but I'm definitely intriguing based on the snippets he's been given.  He's physically attracted t me but he's still learning or attempting to learn what makes me tick.  I told him that I have to know someone and their intentions before I open myself up to them and he said that he's the opposite.  He has to know someone before he knows what his full intentions are toward them.  He also said that he knows he likes me and is attracted to me but does that really co...

This is my dream dinner. I have been craving this cut of meat for weeks now and I'm hoping that next week, it will be a reality. My goodness. What this is doing to me. lmao. I'd definitely have it more done than this, about a medium well. I'll also have it with tons of sautéed spinach, mushrooms, broccoli and carrots. I might even have it with a bottle of non alcoholic wine. I'm adding the wine cause I've been inspired by NaijaLine's tales on her wine experience (tipsy ke lol). I'm drooling now. I'll let y'all know how it turns out. I'll even take pictures of the entire process. Tootles.

This post has nothing to do with that song, but it's what was in my head so I thought it would make a great title.  This post is about the party I went to on Saturday night.  I'd like to say thanks to Musco, Tnotes and Rethots, who made me go. I didn't want to go to this party, but was bullied by my mom and sister into going.  I went w/ absolutely no expectations.  As long as the music was good and I could dance, I was fine.  The party was off the chain, like Americans say.  It was a great party, didn't end till almost 4am. I met a great guy there.  He's Caribbean, an Attorney, 6'1, very attractive and patient.  My sister and I were on the dance floor pretty much all night so we went into the house to take a load off and this guy approaches us.  I already check out because I figure he's there to talk to my sister and imagine my surprise when he sat next to me.  I just figured that he couldn't find a seat next to my sister s...

Name: YN Ht: 5'11 Wt: Nunya What's with the stats?  Cause I'm trying to show that as big as I am, I'm a coward.  Yes folks, there it is.  My mom brought home a "fresh" chicken today and asked me to cut it up and clean it.  No problem.  I opened up the bag the chicken was in and as I lifted it out of the bag, I saw it's head was still attached and it's eyes were half closed.  I dropped that chicken so fast and scooted so far away from it.  I ran to the stairs, to find my mom and ask that if she cuts the head off, I can get on with the task of dismembering the bird.  She laughed her head off.  She always does when I find myself in these situs.  These moments don't happen often, thank God, but they do happen.  The last time I can remember was eons ago and I had to clean some catfish mom got.  I walked to the sink, not even thinking anything at all, then I saw eyes looking at me.  Mind you, regular fish eyes don't bug me. ...

There's something about being different that can't really be explained.  I watch my son and how he's so American.  He was born here, is part of the "American culture."  Granted, my son knows he's Nigerian.  He eats more soup and fufu/pounded yam, than he eats hot dogs, hamburgers, etc.  He loves his rice and stew.  But he also gets the stuff that only kids in America get.  I came to this country when I was 6 going on 7.  I didn't get the bed time stories with the usual cast of characters (snow white, Cinderella, Bambi, etc), I never saw the movie Bambi, still haven't to this day or Snow White and the 7 dwarfs or Cinderella.  I didn't do any of that.  I can remember when I was in the second grade, we were given an art project to do.  It was a swan in a lake.  Each of us were given markers and were told to color.  I just colored.  I colored my lake red and the swan some off color.  When we were done, we h...

So, instead of bellyaching and moaning about whatever is bothering me, I will just praise Him. I was reminded tonight, while praying with my family, that I should just praise Him. I am grateful for all that He has done and all that He will do.

I hate waiting.  I have no patience whatsoever.  That, I think is one of my worst traits.  I think that's why I hate surprises because I don't know what's going on.  Even when I got engaged, Uzoma and I went ring shopping together because I didn't want to be surprised.  I picked out my own ring.  When I was pregnant, I had to find out the sex of the baby.  Why am I saying this?  Cause the waiting for a mate is getting to me.  Not the whole not having sex bit, but I miss having a companion.  I miss it a lot.  Having that someone you can talk to whenever, you can see whenever.  But at the same time, I sick of not having what I want.  I'm tired of compromising just to have someone around.  I keep chanting in my head the same mantra, "wait on the Lord, wait on the Lord" and that is exactly what I'm doing, waiting on Him to provide me with the best.  Still, I guess while I wait, I should pray for patience and a calmin...

Just a piece of nonfiction I whipped up in honour of my new crush.  Tootles.   P.S.  Don't ask me, cause I won't tell you.    *sticking my tongue out* First impressions are supposed to be defining moments.   What a defining moment indeed.   The moment I laid eyes on him, I was stunned into silence.   He walked across the room, so confident, so self assured.   I tried not to stare, but it was proving to be quite difficult not to.   He seemed so focused on where he needed to go so he didn’t seem aware of me ogling him.    How could I not?   What was before me was a god, sent down to earth to meander with us mortals.   He was tall, about six feet and lean, but not to the point of being emaciated.   I hoped that underneath that suit, there would be a well defined, muscular physique.   His face, more than his height and build, was what drew my attention to him.   Not a pretty boy by any means.   He co...

A bunny and a bear both go into the bathroom and both do number 2.  The bear asks the bunny, "do you ever have problems w/ poop sticking to your fur?"  and the bunny say, "no."  Then the bear says, "good", then takes the bunny and wipes his ass. Thank you, thank you.  I'll be here all week.

Driving to the store, I saw all the kids who were let out from their high school, all walking to their respective homes.  It made me think about my teenage years.  You couldn't pay me enough money to ever go back to being a teenager.  But I see these kids, the girls mainly, and see how confident they seem.  For me, it sucked being a teenager.  I was so awkward, such a nerd and not even a cool nerd at that.  I went to an all girls Catholic high school.  We were required to wear uniforms, blue skirts, walking shorts or pants, white shirts, blue sweaters, penny loafers or oxfords.  What distinguished each class were the color ties we wore.  Depending on the incoming class, you wore either a red, green, gold (yellow) or blue tie.  My class were the green ties.  Go Green ties!!!  Anyway, my way of rebelling, breaking away from my nerddom, was to be out of uniform in some fashion, whether wearing non uniform shoes, taking my bac...

Great song.

Aldis Hodge. So cute. Not Nigerian. Damn.

Living in L.A. is always an "adventure."  It never ceases to amaze me that weird shit always seems to happen out here, more so than anywhere else.  What is the deal really?  (this is not a rant, written w/ a moderate tone)  Was there some mass recruitment of all the nut jobs that live in other parts of the world, seeking asylum?  I wonder.  I was running around town, just for the fun of it, and I saw the oddest thing.  I was at a red light, and in front of me, this dude gets out of his SUV, looks around then shakes like he's doing the Harlem Shake.  How bizarre.  I just chuckled and thought, "well, here's another one for the books."

This song is my latest find. Well, it's actually a movie but the song really gets to me. I love how the song and these parts of the movie fit. I was introduced to Indian movies by my uncle, who I lived w/ in Lagos. I've tried every way possible to find this particular track, but no luck. Found it purely by accident and so glad i did. Hope YOU like it.

Marcus Samuelsson Born in Ethiopia, raised in Sweden.  He and his sister were orphans in Ethiopia and were adopted by a Swedish couple.  He is just so yummy.  A man after my own heart, not only really attractive, but can cook.  

YES!!!!!!  HA HA!  I got it, oh yeah I got it.  La la la la    la.  lol.

Yes, I'm at it again.  I have a new crush.  His name is Scott Conant and he's a chef.  He can be seen regularly on the Foodnetwork's Chopped and he now has his own show, 24hour Restaurant.  I first laid eyes on him when he appeared on No Reservations.  It was a special episode where Anthony Bourdain focused on the basics and had world renowned chefs make basic meals.  Chef Conant was in charge of making spaghetti.  Funny thing is, I didn't think there was anything special about him, at the time.  But after catching that episode again, there was something about him.  Imagine my surprise when I saw him on Chopped.  He looked, dare I say, good.  He was wearing a sports coat and shirt, unbuttoned, and had a handkerchief in his coat pocket.  He looked really snazzy.  Mind you , I was watching Chopped long before Chef Conant was asked to be a guest judge, so imagine my surprise when I'd tune into Chopped and I'd be hoping to see...

My family and I pray every night at 9pm, one of the hours of prayer.  On Saturday, we read Job 1, the whole chapter.  We each go around and share our thoughts about how the passage we read touched us, how it spoke to us.  When my mom spoke, she focused in on v 21, He said, "I was born with nothing, and I will die with nothing.  The Lord gave, and now he has taken away.  May his name be praised."  She talked about how amazing it was that Job was so faithful to God.  Not only did he lose his wealth, his livestock, but lost his children, all of them, in one fell swoop.  But instead of cursing God, like any one of us would do, Job praised the Lord.  Such faith.  It blew me away.  She went on to tell us that we must praise God.  Especially when times get bad.  Don't complain, but praise Him.  Don't curse Him, but praise Him.  I found that to be so profound.  It led me to the song by Marvin Sapp "Praise Him i...