Good Morning!
How is everyone today? I have a band aid on my finger so I am typing a little kooky. If you see a typo, don't persecute me. Well you can, if its fun and harmless. I don't know how much of me I can afford to give you today, my staff is especially chatty. I don't know what's in the air, I guess Spring. Whatever man, I just want the end of the month to get here so I can have yet another week off. This job is sweet.
Did I tell you about my fabulous birthday weekend? When last we spoke, I told you it was coming up. On Friday, My Lovely took me to Don Coqui. YumTASTIC! I could go on and on about the service and presentation, but unless you are a foodie like me, you only care about the actual grub. We started with plantain crusted crab legs. For entrees, she had plantain crusted salmon and smashed yuca and I had oxtails and white rice with avocado. The food was so good, I barely remember what we had for drinks. My only regret with the oxtails, is that Don Coqui is not the type of place where you can suck the bones. I mean, with oxtails, you really have to get in there! You must annihilate the bone! There I was in this glamorous place with these delicious fatty oxtails and I was using a damn butter knife to gently coerce the meat off the bones. Mmmmmmmmmm. I imagine that there must be some hungry guy in the kitchen who sucks off all the old tails. Alright, that was a bit much, but damn they were good.
When we got home, we got home. Alright?? Don't start none, won't be none.
The next morning we had to get ready for my birthday dinner. I'll skip all the details, but once again...the menu counts....for the first time in my life history I had a BBQ for my birthday! Yes, grill and the whole nine. It was so much fun. I thank everyone that came, which was everyone that was invited. How often does that happen? We had so much fun. My Lovely really made my BBQ dinner spectacular. I've never loved February like I love it now that she is in my life.
On Sunday, my actual birthday, we stayed in. I pretty much vegged all day. She cleaned up from the night before. This is the time when I mention that a guest to my party makes a special drink..it was fabulous, however, this guest has a bear like grip and FOR THE LIFE OF US, we could not twist the top off the beverage container to wash it. I must remark that it had nothing to do with staying up late the night before--I'm no weakling, neither is My Lovely. Even after changing colors trying to open it, her dad had to COME ALL THE WAY FROM FLORIDA to get it open. Alright, he didn't actually come all the way from Florida to open it, but he did come all the way from Florida and open it. After My Lovely cleaned everything up, we ordered food, seeing as the menu from my party was so yumTASTIC, there weren't any leftovers. Thanks again to everyone that came.
This past weekend I celebrated my sister's 30th birthday. I had misgivings, seeing as My Lovely was not coming, I didn't expect to have so much fun. I'm so glad I was wrong. On Friday we went to dinner at Cuba on Thompson Street. Did you hear about the fire? That was us. Yep. My sister's best friend gave her a gift that was bedazzled with tissue paper and the damn paper caught a little spark from one of the candles and THAT IS HOW WE NEARLY BURNT DOWN CUBA. There were six of us, counting my sister. Onset of the fire, you could totally see our personalities based on our reaction. Two kind of looked at the fire in awe, one got up and doused it with water, one grabbed her weave with one hand and fanned with the other hand, one GRABBED HER GIFTS AND NEARLY LET THE FIRE consume her best friend, and I got up with the bill and my phone and calmly informed the waiter that there was a fire at our table.
Long story short (as if I could condense anything) the staff was very nice even though we nearly charred the white sofa.
On Saturday we all went to Volstead for the BIG PARTY. Fun, fun, fun and more fun. I even had the insight to make a call when I got home safely, something I neglected to do on Friday, because Dear Readers, I can be a jerk. At Volstead, we drank, ate and danced. My sister's oldest childhood friend came and we were all weepy and crap. What a bunch of pansies! I love us. There are loads of pictures of both events on Facebook that the majority of you will never see BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW ME! LOL!
On Sunday My Lovely, her Lovely Parents, her Work Wife, McKinley and I went to see Alice in Wonderland. Awesome! Awesome was the movie and even more awesome were My Lovely's Workwife's boots. She'd been dating them for a while and finally went to buy them. They are very time consuming like a difficult relationship, but a relationship with someone who rocks your world just right so they are SO worth the difficulty.
This blog is reading more like a journal and if this is not what you paid for, I'm sorry. Oh wait. You don't pay for this. You just mosey on down here and read if you feel like it. I don't force you. I will leave you with a conversation I had with my mother on my birthday. What you thought that I was a motherless chile?
Ma: Oh. Happy Birthday. Its so nice that you actually answered the phone.
Me: Hi Ma. Thank you.
Ma: So. Are you enjoying your day?
Me: Mmmhmm
Silence.
Me: What did you do today, Ma? Are you enjoying your day?
Ma: I went to church...
Me: Oh that's great...
Ma: ...to pray for the sinners.
Me: Ah. How'd that work for you?
At that point I rushed her off the phone. My man...is that what you do to commemorate the birth of your oldest? I wonder if I was in her prayers? Probably.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
51st Tuesday - Though I Barely Trust Me
Dear Readers:
I hardly know where to begin. I have to say, I do not have the internet at home, nor am I having much luck stealing a signal anymore. That is a poor excuse for being so sporadic, but truly...this is a weekly blog and I will pay more attention. Even if it means blogging at work more often (during my lunch of course, because I wouldn't DREAM of blogging during work, otherwise) or even at My Lovely's home.
I don't mean for this to look like a monthly blog. I really do love you guys, and I apologize. Today was the first time I was even able to view my last blog online, if you read it, than you know I did it on my FABULOUS NEW PHONE, while in the mountains.
I want to welcome back my Dear Readers, plus I'd like to welcome new ones. Dear New Reader, you know who you are--I'm sorry FB was being a real hole. Each time I tried to inbox my blog address, it asks me to complete one of those ridiculous TYPE THIS TO PROVE YOU ARE NOT A HACKER OR TELEMARKETER BULLCRAP, and then when I complied, I got some dang OTHER MEMBERS HAVE REPORTED THIS POST AS ABUSIVE. I don't know who did that and honestly I cannot spend anymore time on this, my Dear Readers may get restless with such talk. In any case, thanks for asking for my address, I hope you enjoy. If this is the first blog that you are reading, you may enjoy reading them in chronological order.
Ok. Enough of that. Dear Readers, as this month comes to an end, I'd like to call your attention to March 1, 2010. March 1, 2010 is the day after my 34th birthday. Please don't bellyache that I didn't tell you. Did I mention one of my Dear Readers, the really intelligent grad who recently started a great blog...has moved on to greater things, and I wish her well. Were you guys able to check out her blog? My name is Lola and I approve of this endorsement. I crack myself up, good thing because I cannot expect everyone else to.
HERE IS SOMETHING YOU DON'T NEED TO RETAIN BECAUSE ITS MEANINGLESS right now, I opened a Twitter. Before you start..yes, I know Facebook, My New Fabulous Phone and My Lack of Internet Access at Home has only taken me away from my Dear Readers, and YES I am aware that I don't have time to commit to something else. I do bite off more than I can chew, figuratively and literally, but I only started it to follow Tweets. I don't necessarily want to Tweet, but you know me well. Just to prove that I mean well, I only signed up the other night, and I have yet to do anything but one lousy little sentence. I didn't even mention it to My Lovely, that is how UNNECESSARY this information is. The amount of characters you are allocated are way to little for my thoughts. Imagine me tweeting an entire blog..I'd probably be fined by some group that's so important and selective that they only go by their initials.
Let's move on. LOL. I feel sooooo distracted today. This is what happens when I don't speak to you weekly. I have so much to say, so little time to say it in. Thank you for the Day After My Birthday wishes, I know I will feel the good vibes being sent my way. Of course this is another opportunity for you to send me lavish gifts. I'm proud to report that my Christmas List was pretty much fulfilled. I was so happy, I am still very happy. Special thanks to the following: My Lovely, Her Lovely Parents, a Dear Mentor, and a Dear Friend (Mama of the Cutest Lil Fantastic)for reading my blog and making this Christmas so great. I can't believe I actually got stuff from my list.
I was going to use this blog to write a nice Day After My Birthday Wishlist, but really, who the hell am I? I appreciate you for reading, that's good enough. Sometimes I fear that my persona online is going to take away from Lola Live, and there is a good reason for that. If I were to sit down and really take time to think of my favorite activities, the majority of them have to do with being somewhere in cyberspace. I like to think of myself as a relatively interesting person, but I think I'm getting to a place where I have to prioritize. I know this sounds like responsibility rearing its ugly head, but humor me for a second. I LOVE blogging, Facebook posting, texting and emailing. I am the type of person that has always preferred expressing myself through my writing, so the way the world is today is a great thing, however it could also be a disaster for me.
Anyone that has known for 10+ years would say that I was a quiet, reserved, shy person...back then. I never felt comfortable speaking up, I preferred to blend into the background. I always hid behind something, glasses, books, hair, weight...I was always hiding. My writing gave me a voice, but I still kept my thoughts (and my writings) to myself. As I matured, I would toe the line and share very little with teachers, who in turn would encourage me to do more. My first computer was in my 20's and there I found "friends" online. This was great, because I could be whomever I wanted. From there I found the Sims...where I could create whole families and relationships-something that I kind of lacked growing up.
Is this too heady for you? I'm sorry...I'm in a reflective mood-I think due to the Day After My Birthday. Where were we? The Sims took up so much of my time that I only left the computer go to work. I barely slept and took all of my meals in front of the pc. I guess I was not that hooked to the computer, because during this time I managed to get pregnant. Anyway...shortly thereafter I found something new that made me so happy...I fell in love with women and realized my true calling-Lesbian Extraordinaire. Lol! Actually, that realization pulled me further out of my shell...into happiness. I'm dragging. Sorry. I was ok for a while, but when I realized I was lacking something--I was not making time to write. I found MySpace (laugh if you want) and that worked for a while...plus the Sims. Don't forget the Sims. Eventually, I ended up on Facebook and eventually here.
Its almost to the point that I roll my eyes when the phone rings. Don't get me wrong, I am a people person, but sometimes I feel like I could revert back to my inner JD Salinger, and I don't want to do that.
I say all this to say, that as much as my true joy is writing, I cannot forget to interact in live time.
I will have loads of live time this weekend as My Lovely has a fabulous birthday planned for me. I actually have to have a little live time now, so we will speak soon.
I promise.
You get me, that's why I love you,
Lola
I hardly know where to begin. I have to say, I do not have the internet at home, nor am I having much luck stealing a signal anymore. That is a poor excuse for being so sporadic, but truly...this is a weekly blog and I will pay more attention. Even if it means blogging at work more often (during my lunch of course, because I wouldn't DREAM of blogging during work, otherwise) or even at My Lovely's home.
I don't mean for this to look like a monthly blog. I really do love you guys, and I apologize. Today was the first time I was even able to view my last blog online, if you read it, than you know I did it on my FABULOUS NEW PHONE, while in the mountains.
I want to welcome back my Dear Readers, plus I'd like to welcome new ones. Dear New Reader, you know who you are--I'm sorry FB was being a real hole. Each time I tried to inbox my blog address, it asks me to complete one of those ridiculous TYPE THIS TO PROVE YOU ARE NOT A HACKER OR TELEMARKETER BULLCRAP, and then when I complied, I got some dang OTHER MEMBERS HAVE REPORTED THIS POST AS ABUSIVE. I don't know who did that and honestly I cannot spend anymore time on this, my Dear Readers may get restless with such talk. In any case, thanks for asking for my address, I hope you enjoy. If this is the first blog that you are reading, you may enjoy reading them in chronological order.
Ok. Enough of that. Dear Readers, as this month comes to an end, I'd like to call your attention to March 1, 2010. March 1, 2010 is the day after my 34th birthday. Please don't bellyache that I didn't tell you. Did I mention one of my Dear Readers, the really intelligent grad who recently started a great blog...has moved on to greater things, and I wish her well. Were you guys able to check out her blog? My name is Lola and I approve of this endorsement. I crack myself up, good thing because I cannot expect everyone else to.
HERE IS SOMETHING YOU DON'T NEED TO RETAIN BECAUSE ITS MEANINGLESS right now, I opened a Twitter. Before you start..yes, I know Facebook, My New Fabulous Phone and My Lack of Internet Access at Home has only taken me away from my Dear Readers, and YES I am aware that I don't have time to commit to something else. I do bite off more than I can chew, figuratively and literally, but I only started it to follow Tweets. I don't necessarily want to Tweet, but you know me well. Just to prove that I mean well, I only signed up the other night, and I have yet to do anything but one lousy little sentence. I didn't even mention it to My Lovely, that is how UNNECESSARY this information is. The amount of characters you are allocated are way to little for my thoughts. Imagine me tweeting an entire blog..I'd probably be fined by some group that's so important and selective that they only go by their initials.
Let's move on. LOL. I feel sooooo distracted today. This is what happens when I don't speak to you weekly. I have so much to say, so little time to say it in. Thank you for the Day After My Birthday wishes, I know I will feel the good vibes being sent my way. Of course this is another opportunity for you to send me lavish gifts. I'm proud to report that my Christmas List was pretty much fulfilled. I was so happy, I am still very happy. Special thanks to the following: My Lovely, Her Lovely Parents, a Dear Mentor, and a Dear Friend (Mama of the Cutest Lil Fantastic)for reading my blog and making this Christmas so great. I can't believe I actually got stuff from my list.
I was going to use this blog to write a nice Day After My Birthday Wishlist, but really, who the hell am I? I appreciate you for reading, that's good enough. Sometimes I fear that my persona online is going to take away from Lola Live, and there is a good reason for that. If I were to sit down and really take time to think of my favorite activities, the majority of them have to do with being somewhere in cyberspace. I like to think of myself as a relatively interesting person, but I think I'm getting to a place where I have to prioritize. I know this sounds like responsibility rearing its ugly head, but humor me for a second. I LOVE blogging, Facebook posting, texting and emailing. I am the type of person that has always preferred expressing myself through my writing, so the way the world is today is a great thing, however it could also be a disaster for me.
Anyone that has known for 10+ years would say that I was a quiet, reserved, shy person...back then. I never felt comfortable speaking up, I preferred to blend into the background. I always hid behind something, glasses, books, hair, weight...I was always hiding. My writing gave me a voice, but I still kept my thoughts (and my writings) to myself. As I matured, I would toe the line and share very little with teachers, who in turn would encourage me to do more. My first computer was in my 20's and there I found "friends" online. This was great, because I could be whomever I wanted. From there I found the Sims...where I could create whole families and relationships-something that I kind of lacked growing up.
Is this too heady for you? I'm sorry...I'm in a reflective mood-I think due to the Day After My Birthday. Where were we? The Sims took up so much of my time that I only left the computer go to work. I barely slept and took all of my meals in front of the pc. I guess I was not that hooked to the computer, because during this time I managed to get pregnant. Anyway...shortly thereafter I found something new that made me so happy...I fell in love with women and realized my true calling-Lesbian Extraordinaire. Lol! Actually, that realization pulled me further out of my shell...into happiness. I'm dragging. Sorry. I was ok for a while, but when I realized I was lacking something--I was not making time to write. I found MySpace (laugh if you want) and that worked for a while...plus the Sims. Don't forget the Sims. Eventually, I ended up on Facebook and eventually here.
Its almost to the point that I roll my eyes when the phone rings. Don't get me wrong, I am a people person, but sometimes I feel like I could revert back to my inner JD Salinger, and I don't want to do that.
I say all this to say, that as much as my true joy is writing, I cannot forget to interact in live time.
I will have loads of live time this weekend as My Lovely has a fabulous birthday planned for me. I actually have to have a little live time now, so we will speak soon.
I promise.
You get me, that's why I love you,
Lola
Monday, February 8, 2010
Greetings Dear Readers. Before I go any further, you should know that this blog is so short, it can't even rival a FB status update. The only reason for this mini blog is the fact that I'm doing it from my new phone. Blogging from a phone seems so wrong-like if Twitter was personified, it would be hella pissed. I have so much to say but I don't know if I have the thumb or battery power. My awesome new phone is a touch screen and has a full qwerty pad, but my fingers don't feel comfy enough to go that way or at least blog that way. Omg! I'm in a public place also occupied by a huge group of kids and their parents. They are so loud that my entire person feels molested. I'm not going to turn my blog into a bitch about forum, but be assured that if I wanted to, I have more than enough material. Readers, please be aware that this method of blogging leaves loads of space for error and no space for bells and whistles. If that's what you have the taste for, have a little bite and be on your merry way. NEWS: I signed up for Bikram Yoga and went three times! I only tried the one week trial. For my Dear Readers that are unaware bikram yoga is about 26 poses done in high tempertures, OMGWHYDONTTHEYCONTROLTHESEBADFREAKINKIDS??? about 100°, I think. It is super hot and super challenging. Ah ha, unlike some people's kids, my phone has a battery that runs out of charge and I have to catch up with you later. Now I know for sure why there are whole resorts that are children free.
You get me, that's why I love you,
Lola
You get me, that's why I love you,
Lola
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
46th Tuesday...First Blog of 2010
Happy New Year Readers!
Don't even think about growling at me...I am well aware that we are halfway through January, but I didn't see any of you looking for me. I bet if I were Amy Adams in Julie & Julia, you'd have been searching the streets for me.
As usual there is a lot to discuss today on LolaLand, but please be mindful that unlike in Julie & Julia I do not have loads of time to type away and mull over recipes. Ok, enough with that movie. Let's move on...hold on, did you see it? Is it ok if I give you homework? Today's Aim: Watch Julie & Julia..hehe that could be a spoiler, we will revisit, I promise.
I'm trying to put my thoughts in some sort of order, but I don't see that happening. Remember how I told you that I don't do resolutions? Well I still don't but I do make little flimsy promises to myself and one of those flimsy promises was to go to the gym at least three times a week. So far, I've made it once. Yes..ONCE...in this entire year. You would think since I've missed a couple of blogs, I've been living in the gym, but no. I went on a Monday, maybe last week and I really worked out. There was nothing of note on GymTV so I had to resort to people watching. I love people watching! That reminds me of a new list:
The Things People Wear To The Gym That Cracks Me Up:
1. Matchy-Matchy: My favorite! This person wore black sweats, red and black sneakers, red socks, and the best part, A RED SWEATBAND! He looked like a ladybug.
2. Traveler: I don't know about this guy. He clearly intending on moving into the gym, seeing as he was geared up with his ipod, a cell phone, a gallon of some energy drink, an extra sweatshirt, a backpack and sunglasses. I want to say that he had a tent strapped to his back, but I think you guys will think I'm making that part up.
3. Next Stop, the Club: There was nothing extraordinary about this woman's gym wear except for the fact that she had on huge hoop earrings, two necklaces, a charm bracelet, rings and brace yourself, an anklet which was draped over her sock, because damn it, if you can't see the anklet, what's the point in wearing it?
4. The Girl That I'm Hating On: She doesn't really belong on this list, but this is my blog, therefore a forum for my OWN insecurities. This fit as a gazelle chick was wearing stretch pants and a little (cause anything medium would drown her)black top and a huge rubber velcro belt around her waist. You have seen this blue rubber belt, the one that always rolls either up or down, depending on where your fat is recklessly placed? In my case, by the time I finish working out, its fighting for its rights near my double chin. This girl was so perfect that her blue belt was wrapped around her twice! How do I know that? Because she wore it OUTSIDE her shirt. Yes!!! Outside her shirt and it was wrapped around twice and it looked so unnecessary. I wanted to ask her who she thought she was, floating ballerina like in the gym with the fat belt wrapped around her twice?
I didn't because then I would look crazy. I can't even remember #5, though its probably the girl wearing spandex that looked like jeans because she was trying to take a stand against the no jeans policy. Whatever. Now I can barely get my mind off of the Double Wrapped Gazelle.
I want to call your attention to another blog. I don't want you to leave me, rather I want you to check out this blog written by a very brilliant friend of mine. Yes I have friends, and yes some of them are even brilliant. I'm trying to find the address on my FB, it is TBA. I'm fighting for reception. Hold on...http://instantvyntage.tumblr.com. I don't know why the address is so long, but check it out, its worth your time. Today's Do Now: Check out A New Blog...another spoiler! I'm full of them today.
So I have a new school now, because apparently its believed that I am talented enough to hold down four locations. I am, actually. Listen, if you don't believe in yourself, then it does not matter what anyone else thinks of you. I'm at the new school now and everything looks like its working. Every now and then I get up and walk though the kitchen picking things up, jotting things down and hmmming. It works! You should do that at work. Just grab a notebook or even a file folder with one lousy sheet of paper and go for a walk. You end up looking uber important and together.
Its almost time for me to skidaddle...I can't wait to spell check that one..but first let me leave you with a recipe. This past weekend I made a stuffed blue fish. I looked long and hard for the recipe since I made it a year ago, but after a while I just decided to wing it. It came out really yummy and I want to share...here is what I used for the stuffing:
A can of crab (pricy as hell! I know I paid for the labor)
A can of clams
A can of medium shrimp (I'll never buy them again, because I had to clean them anyway, I'd do fresh next time)
A box of StoveTop Sage Stuffing
I made the stuffing and then mixed everything in...I seasoned, but lightly because the stuffing was seasoned already. Perhaps next time I will dice and sauteed some onions for texture.
Once all that was done, I prepped the fish. First of all, when I went to buy the fish, none of the fish seemed big enough for what I wanted. I spoke to the Fish Monger (lmao) and he told me that he had a fish in the back. Well. Dear Readers, when I tell you this fish was a FISH..I'm not kidding. I would guesstimate from the tip of my middle phalange to a little past my elbow and Dear Readers, I am tall. The FISH was 10lbs. I had them clean & gut and cut off the tail, but I wanted the whole fish. Flashforward or Backward to when it was time to stuff the FISH.
The FISH was too long for the pan. Can you believe that? I tried my damnest to get this heifer in the pan, but it did not work. I had to crudely saw off his head (its in the freezer, I'm going to make soup or send someone a threat) and stuff him. After he was stuffed, he was REALLY BIG. I drizzled some olive oil and placed him in a preheated oven at 350 degrees for 90min.
Delisious, Dear Readers! Mmmm mmmm good. I strongly suggest you try this recipe. I want to make it for Patterson and McKinely, but since its just the three of us, I will stuff three little fish. Speaking of Patterson and McKinely, they really annoyed me yesterday night.
I was going to blog about how annoying they were, but when I woke up today I remembered how much I love them and the mood to gripe is over.
I hate losing a good gripe, but I'm sure someone/thing will inspire one soon.
Last Call, Last Call!! My Very Good Friend Is On Day II of Her Fabulous Maternity Leave...we can't wait to meet him....we love Joaquin already. Its ok for me to mention his name, because his name is going to be in lights or on the new constitution anyway, and then you Dear Readers can refer back to this blog.
You Get Me. That's Why I Love You.
Lola
Don't even think about growling at me...I am well aware that we are halfway through January, but I didn't see any of you looking for me. I bet if I were Amy Adams in Julie & Julia, you'd have been searching the streets for me.
As usual there is a lot to discuss today on LolaLand, but please be mindful that unlike in Julie & Julia I do not have loads of time to type away and mull over recipes. Ok, enough with that movie. Let's move on...hold on, did you see it? Is it ok if I give you homework? Today's Aim: Watch Julie & Julia..hehe that could be a spoiler, we will revisit, I promise.
I'm trying to put my thoughts in some sort of order, but I don't see that happening. Remember how I told you that I don't do resolutions? Well I still don't but I do make little flimsy promises to myself and one of those flimsy promises was to go to the gym at least three times a week. So far, I've made it once. Yes..ONCE...in this entire year. You would think since I've missed a couple of blogs, I've been living in the gym, but no. I went on a Monday, maybe last week and I really worked out. There was nothing of note on GymTV so I had to resort to people watching. I love people watching! That reminds me of a new list:
The Things People Wear To The Gym That Cracks Me Up:
1. Matchy-Matchy: My favorite! This person wore black sweats, red and black sneakers, red socks, and the best part, A RED SWEATBAND! He looked like a ladybug.
2. Traveler: I don't know about this guy. He clearly intending on moving into the gym, seeing as he was geared up with his ipod, a cell phone, a gallon of some energy drink, an extra sweatshirt, a backpack and sunglasses. I want to say that he had a tent strapped to his back, but I think you guys will think I'm making that part up.
3. Next Stop, the Club: There was nothing extraordinary about this woman's gym wear except for the fact that she had on huge hoop earrings, two necklaces, a charm bracelet, rings and brace yourself, an anklet which was draped over her sock, because damn it, if you can't see the anklet, what's the point in wearing it?
4. The Girl That I'm Hating On: She doesn't really belong on this list, but this is my blog, therefore a forum for my OWN insecurities. This fit as a gazelle chick was wearing stretch pants and a little (cause anything medium would drown her)black top and a huge rubber velcro belt around her waist. You have seen this blue rubber belt, the one that always rolls either up or down, depending on where your fat is recklessly placed? In my case, by the time I finish working out, its fighting for its rights near my double chin. This girl was so perfect that her blue belt was wrapped around her twice! How do I know that? Because she wore it OUTSIDE her shirt. Yes!!! Outside her shirt and it was wrapped around twice and it looked so unnecessary. I wanted to ask her who she thought she was, floating ballerina like in the gym with the fat belt wrapped around her twice?
I didn't because then I would look crazy. I can't even remember #5, though its probably the girl wearing spandex that looked like jeans because she was trying to take a stand against the no jeans policy. Whatever. Now I can barely get my mind off of the Double Wrapped Gazelle.
I want to call your attention to another blog. I don't want you to leave me, rather I want you to check out this blog written by a very brilliant friend of mine. Yes I have friends, and yes some of them are even brilliant. I'm trying to find the address on my FB, it is TBA. I'm fighting for reception. Hold on...http://instantvyntage.tumblr.com. I don't know why the address is so long, but check it out, its worth your time. Today's Do Now: Check out A New Blog...another spoiler! I'm full of them today.
So I have a new school now, because apparently its believed that I am talented enough to hold down four locations. I am, actually. Listen, if you don't believe in yourself, then it does not matter what anyone else thinks of you. I'm at the new school now and everything looks like its working. Every now and then I get up and walk though the kitchen picking things up, jotting things down and hmmming. It works! You should do that at work. Just grab a notebook or even a file folder with one lousy sheet of paper and go for a walk. You end up looking uber important and together.
Its almost time for me to skidaddle...I can't wait to spell check that one..but first let me leave you with a recipe. This past weekend I made a stuffed blue fish. I looked long and hard for the recipe since I made it a year ago, but after a while I just decided to wing it. It came out really yummy and I want to share...here is what I used for the stuffing:
A can of crab (pricy as hell! I know I paid for the labor)
A can of clams
A can of medium shrimp (I'll never buy them again, because I had to clean them anyway, I'd do fresh next time)
A box of StoveTop Sage Stuffing
I made the stuffing and then mixed everything in...I seasoned, but lightly because the stuffing was seasoned already. Perhaps next time I will dice and sauteed some onions for texture.
Once all that was done, I prepped the fish. First of all, when I went to buy the fish, none of the fish seemed big enough for what I wanted. I spoke to the Fish Monger (lmao) and he told me that he had a fish in the back. Well. Dear Readers, when I tell you this fish was a FISH..I'm not kidding. I would guesstimate from the tip of my middle phalange to a little past my elbow and Dear Readers, I am tall. The FISH was 10lbs. I had them clean & gut and cut off the tail, but I wanted the whole fish. Flashforward or Backward to when it was time to stuff the FISH.
The FISH was too long for the pan. Can you believe that? I tried my damnest to get this heifer in the pan, but it did not work. I had to crudely saw off his head (its in the freezer, I'm going to make soup or send someone a threat) and stuff him. After he was stuffed, he was REALLY BIG. I drizzled some olive oil and placed him in a preheated oven at 350 degrees for 90min.
Delisious, Dear Readers! Mmmm mmmm good. I strongly suggest you try this recipe. I want to make it for Patterson and McKinely, but since its just the three of us, I will stuff three little fish. Speaking of Patterson and McKinely, they really annoyed me yesterday night.
I was going to blog about how annoying they were, but when I woke up today I remembered how much I love them and the mood to gripe is over.
I hate losing a good gripe, but I'm sure someone/thing will inspire one soon.
Last Call, Last Call!! My Very Good Friend Is On Day II of Her Fabulous Maternity Leave...we can't wait to meet him....we love Joaquin already. Its ok for me to mention his name, because his name is going to be in lights or on the new constitution anyway, and then you Dear Readers can refer back to this blog.
You Get Me. That's Why I Love You.
Lola
Thursday, December 31, 2009
43rd Tuesday...Last Blog of 2009
Dear Readers:
Bear with me when I tell you that I double fist-pumped the air as I typed Last Blog of 2009! Woo-hoo! I am so proud of myself, and as always I thank you. As we proceed to give you what you need, I need you to know that my contacts are a little dry, I'm at a strange pc AND its New Year's Eve. I know its only 7:29, but I am two hard drinks and two beers in, so please bear with me. Don't worry I'm not Drunkedly McDrunk Drunk, nor do I aspire to be so. There is so much I want to wrap up in this blog.
However, (somehow the paragraph does not seem to end right, damn you Jack Danials) I don't have too much time, nor do I have the focus, but I can tell you BEYOND THE SHADOW OF THE DOUBT THAT I'VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE YOU since I saw the movie that changes the lives of all bloggers, Julie & Julia, or the other way around....
Julie and Julia is the story of an ordinary chick (see me) who decides to start a blog (see me x2) in which she completes all the recipes in the Julia Childs cookbook.
Those of you who know me in my ordinary life know that I love to cook. It only makes sense that someone (oink) who enjoys eating should enjoy cooking. Imagine how excited I was to watch this movie.
It was like watching me. I was played by...Amy Adams..I think. Anyhow, I don't have time to go to one of the greatest sites ever, IMDB (internet movie data base) but I am pretty sure it was Amy Adams. She did a great job playing me. She kept telling her husband (ew..not so much me) that her Readers (thats you guys) would miss her blog.
I can tell you that the one thing that differed with my story and hers is that HER DEAR READERS started sending her gifts. Not gifts like NY&Co cards, but foodie gifts to help complete her recipes. I would say that that sort of thing only happens in movies starring Amy Adams, BUT the movie was based on true events.
mmhmm We are going to just let that tidbit go.
Anyhow, she talked so fondly about her Readers, I feel like she got it...like she gets us.
Oh boy, I have been informed that Spence is here. While I don't know Spence, I do know that I am on a strange pc in someone else's home and the statement "Spence is here!", roughly translates that its time to eat.
I want to return to you, Dear Readers, there is so much more for us to discuss before 2010...but time is running out. I know you don't want me to miss dinner!
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Perhaps I will be back before the BALL drops, but if not...I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR VISITING, READING, COMMENTING, MOSTLY LOVING ME! I DON'T COME FROM A TERRIBLE BROKEN HOME, BUT IF I DID, I WOULD FEEL COMPLETED BY MY DEAR READERS! BE CAREFUL, BUT HAVE FUN...if fun means drinking until you puke all over a loved one, I strongly caution you against such base behavior...there are only a few Lovely's in the world that can withstand such pressure.......mmmhmmm.
Bear with me when I tell you that I double fist-pumped the air as I typed Last Blog of 2009! Woo-hoo! I am so proud of myself, and as always I thank you. As we proceed to give you what you need, I need you to know that my contacts are a little dry, I'm at a strange pc AND its New Year's Eve. I know its only 7:29, but I am two hard drinks and two beers in, so please bear with me. Don't worry I'm not Drunkedly McDrunk Drunk, nor do I aspire to be so. There is so much I want to wrap up in this blog.
However, (somehow the paragraph does not seem to end right, damn you Jack Danials) I don't have too much time, nor do I have the focus, but I can tell you BEYOND THE SHADOW OF THE DOUBT THAT I'VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE YOU since I saw the movie that changes the lives of all bloggers, Julie & Julia, or the other way around....
Julie and Julia is the story of an ordinary chick (see me) who decides to start a blog (see me x2) in which she completes all the recipes in the Julia Childs cookbook.
Those of you who know me in my ordinary life know that I love to cook. It only makes sense that someone (oink) who enjoys eating should enjoy cooking. Imagine how excited I was to watch this movie.
It was like watching me. I was played by...Amy Adams..I think. Anyhow, I don't have time to go to one of the greatest sites ever, IMDB (internet movie data base) but I am pretty sure it was Amy Adams. She did a great job playing me. She kept telling her husband (ew..not so much me) that her Readers (thats you guys) would miss her blog.
I can tell you that the one thing that differed with my story and hers is that HER DEAR READERS started sending her gifts. Not gifts like NY&Co cards, but foodie gifts to help complete her recipes. I would say that that sort of thing only happens in movies starring Amy Adams, BUT the movie was based on true events.
mmhmm We are going to just let that tidbit go.
Anyhow, she talked so fondly about her Readers, I feel like she got it...like she gets us.
Oh boy, I have been informed that Spence is here. While I don't know Spence, I do know that I am on a strange pc in someone else's home and the statement "Spence is here!", roughly translates that its time to eat.
I want to return to you, Dear Readers, there is so much more for us to discuss before 2010...but time is running out. I know you don't want me to miss dinner!
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Perhaps I will be back before the BALL drops, but if not...I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR VISITING, READING, COMMENTING, MOSTLY LOVING ME! I DON'T COME FROM A TERRIBLE BROKEN HOME, BUT IF I DID, I WOULD FEEL COMPLETED BY MY DEAR READERS! BE CAREFUL, BUT HAVE FUN...if fun means drinking until you puke all over a loved one, I strongly caution you against such base behavior...there are only a few Lovely's in the world that can withstand such pressure.......mmmhmmm.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
42nd Street...I Mean Tuesday, 42nd Tuesday!
Greetings Readers!
Its all about good stuff..that's what IT'S about! I'm in high spirits today and I hope you all are too. We had Secret Santa at work today and I got a gift card to my FAVORITE STORE, NY&Co. Dear Readers who want to earn gold stars, should jot that fact down.
Today I got up and decided that in light of the fact that it is less than 48hrs to my holiday break, I would really dress up to commemorate the occasion. I want to tell you what I'm wearing, however, we all (or you all allow me to believe) that my identity is a secret. I will tell you that I am wearing holiday colors and a big black satin bow in my hair and a big green ribbon around my neck.
I'm like Gossip Girl and Santa had a baby. There is so much on my mind and I am trying to keep things light and airy. This morning I had a momentary blah, but I just looked in a mirror, straightened my satin ribbon and kept on moving.
Life is good, its so good. One of my Dear Readers arrived home safely from a trip yesterday. Welcome back, I hope you received my voicemail.
Uh oh...upset in the ranks of Dear Readers!? I do sometimes pick up the phone. If I have your number, you know that. If I could I would call you ALL tomorrow at 5am to gaily announce, TODAY IS THE LAST TIME I'M WAKING BEFORE 9 UNTIL NEW YEAR!
If you would like that feel free to leave your number at the end of this blog. I.WILL.HOOK.YOU.UP. I have so much work to do, but its so hard under the pressure of ALMOST OFF UNTIL NEXT YEAR.
I must share with you that I was under the impression I was off for two weeks. It feels like it will be two weeks, but I just counted the days and its NOT two weeks. That's ok. That's truly fine. I'm so happy that I will be able to sleep in a little bit. Of course me sleeping in is not the biggest deal. McKinley is up every day at the crack no matter what, and she HATES for anyone to be asleep when she is awake, but I am hoping that her Christmas gifts keep her occupied. I'll probably just offer her a little incentive (read: threat) to keep her quiet.
I have given myself a little end of the year resolution. Typically I don't do resolutions, not for anything grander than I can barely stick to anything, I'm certainly not going to beat myself up for it. Maybe I should not even call this a resolution..a dare..a promise...a challenge...see all those words reek of resolution. Damn. Ok. How about this, I might, just might, NO PRESSURE, not be aggravated until next year. How's that? With every contract there must be the fine print, and in this case, if/when/however I am aggravated, I will SMILE. I will flash a dazzling smile. That's all. I am a firm believer that smiles make you feel better. They do make me feel better.
I smile every time I see a reflective surface--not just a mirror. It may seem silly, but you ought to try it. For those Dear Readers who lack the GOODWILL to send me a NY&Co card, you can do me that one solid for the holidays. Smile. It's not as easy as it sounds, but once you start it gets easier.
I don't care if your smile is that creepy Disneyesque villain smile, still smile. Don't believe that when you smile, the world smiles with you-that's all hype. In fact, you DON'T EVEN know what people are smiling about, but you know what your smile is about and that's good enough.
CONFESSION TIME CONFESSION TIME CONFESSION TIME CONFESSION TIME
I'm watching Jersey Shore. Yes, I am. I know you are surprised, me too. I only started watching it because I wanted to see what was so terrible about it. I mean, don't ALL REALITY shows portray people in a prejudiced light? Hello...Baldwin Hills, Real Housewives, Who Wants to Love So and So and Be a Millionaire Matcher Maker TriSexual? Aren't they all the same? I heard that there was such a big deal about Jersey Shore, so I went to see for myself. I am a longtime reality tv follower. I'm a people watcher by heart so it makes sense for me-what's your excuse? So yes, they do a terrible disservice to Italians, but so what? The Real World started it.
Remember, they had the following characters, no matter what:
1. The Angry Black Person (my personal favorite)
2. The Alcoholic (the one who always hopped into the hot tub 1ST)
3. The Gay/Bi/Trans (depending on the season)
4. The Jock (a popular character)
5. The Homo/Black/Phobe (sometimes this was the Jock, some seasons had TWO
PHOBES, the homophobic and the blackphobic)
6. The Good One (the peacemaker)
7. The Nobody (poor casting rears its ugly head)
8. The Whore (could be any of the above or singular sensation)
Since the Real World was such a success, what makes you think that this would not grow? Why can't all the Angry Black Girls have their own show...I might be on that one. Who says all the Nobodies can't enjoy popularity for a minute? As far as the Alcoholic...Intervention is only a few clicks away. I think the only show that would get low ratings would be the The Good One Show. Good just doesn't sell. I'm sorry Good Ones. No one want to play with you, Good Ones.
Dear Readers, its noon and my 180 minute break is sadly over.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Lola
Its all about good stuff..that's what IT'S about! I'm in high spirits today and I hope you all are too. We had Secret Santa at work today and I got a gift card to my FAVORITE STORE, NY&Co. Dear Readers who want to earn gold stars, should jot that fact down.
Today I got up and decided that in light of the fact that it is less than 48hrs to my holiday break, I would really dress up to commemorate the occasion. I want to tell you what I'm wearing, however, we all (or you all allow me to believe) that my identity is a secret. I will tell you that I am wearing holiday colors and a big black satin bow in my hair and a big green ribbon around my neck.
I'm like Gossip Girl and Santa had a baby. There is so much on my mind and I am trying to keep things light and airy. This morning I had a momentary blah, but I just looked in a mirror, straightened my satin ribbon and kept on moving.
Life is good, its so good. One of my Dear Readers arrived home safely from a trip yesterday. Welcome back, I hope you received my voicemail.
Uh oh...upset in the ranks of Dear Readers!? I do sometimes pick up the phone. If I have your number, you know that. If I could I would call you ALL tomorrow at 5am to gaily announce, TODAY IS THE LAST TIME I'M WAKING BEFORE 9 UNTIL NEW YEAR!
If you would like that feel free to leave your number at the end of this blog. I.WILL.HOOK.YOU.UP. I have so much work to do, but its so hard under the pressure of ALMOST OFF UNTIL NEXT YEAR.
I must share with you that I was under the impression I was off for two weeks. It feels like it will be two weeks, but I just counted the days and its NOT two weeks. That's ok. That's truly fine. I'm so happy that I will be able to sleep in a little bit. Of course me sleeping in is not the biggest deal. McKinley is up every day at the crack no matter what, and she HATES for anyone to be asleep when she is awake, but I am hoping that her Christmas gifts keep her occupied. I'll probably just offer her a little incentive (read: threat) to keep her quiet.
I have given myself a little end of the year resolution. Typically I don't do resolutions, not for anything grander than I can barely stick to anything, I'm certainly not going to beat myself up for it. Maybe I should not even call this a resolution..a dare..a promise...a challenge...see all those words reek of resolution. Damn. Ok. How about this, I might, just might, NO PRESSURE, not be aggravated until next year. How's that? With every contract there must be the fine print, and in this case, if/when/however I am aggravated, I will SMILE. I will flash a dazzling smile. That's all. I am a firm believer that smiles make you feel better. They do make me feel better.
I smile every time I see a reflective surface--not just a mirror. It may seem silly, but you ought to try it. For those Dear Readers who lack the GOODWILL to send me a NY&Co card, you can do me that one solid for the holidays. Smile. It's not as easy as it sounds, but once you start it gets easier.
I don't care if your smile is that creepy Disneyesque villain smile, still smile. Don't believe that when you smile, the world smiles with you-that's all hype. In fact, you DON'T EVEN know what people are smiling about, but you know what your smile is about and that's good enough.
CONFESSION TIME CONFESSION TIME CONFESSION TIME CONFESSION TIME
I'm watching Jersey Shore. Yes, I am. I know you are surprised, me too. I only started watching it because I wanted to see what was so terrible about it. I mean, don't ALL REALITY shows portray people in a prejudiced light? Hello...Baldwin Hills, Real Housewives, Who Wants to Love So and So and Be a Millionaire Matcher Maker TriSexual? Aren't they all the same? I heard that there was such a big deal about Jersey Shore, so I went to see for myself. I am a longtime reality tv follower. I'm a people watcher by heart so it makes sense for me-what's your excuse? So yes, they do a terrible disservice to Italians, but so what? The Real World started it.
Remember, they had the following characters, no matter what:
1. The Angry Black Person (my personal favorite)
2. The Alcoholic (the one who always hopped into the hot tub 1ST)
3. The Gay/Bi/Trans (depending on the season)
4. The Jock (a popular character)
5. The Homo/Black/Phobe (sometimes this was the Jock, some seasons had TWO
PHOBES, the homophobic and the blackphobic)
6. The Good One (the peacemaker)
7. The Nobody (poor casting rears its ugly head)
8. The Whore (could be any of the above or singular sensation)
Since the Real World was such a success, what makes you think that this would not grow? Why can't all the Angry Black Girls have their own show...I might be on that one. Who says all the Nobodies can't enjoy popularity for a minute? As far as the Alcoholic...Intervention is only a few clicks away. I think the only show that would get low ratings would be the The Good One Show. Good just doesn't sell. I'm sorry Good Ones. No one want to play with you, Good Ones.
Dear Readers, its noon and my 180 minute break is sadly over.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Lola
Thursday, December 10, 2009
41st Tuesday
Good Day Readers!
What a week, what a month, what a life! I have so much to do yet I keeping getting distracted. I know that there is some way I can blame this on my childhood. Anyway. I will put that on my to do list. Well, I would put it on my to do list if I had such a list. My lists are never really functional and helpful. They are more like Top Ten lists. You are my Dear Reader, you know what I speak of. There are a few things I'd like to cover today, one thing that I find VERY EXCITING..like the evening news, I'm going to hold the VERY EXCITING news until the end of the blog to keep you interested.
Don't think I don't know you can just click on down to the end of the blog and skip all the rest, but we have an honor system here. Ok. S'right?
S'right makes me think of one of the greatest old commercials of all time, the Parkay commercials with the talking butter tub. That's all I'm saying about that. If you don't know Warner Wolfe, then you won't know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry that I am in my EARLY thirties and I spent a huge part of my life watching television, lol'ing away.
Lol'ing: the act of laughing out loud. I'm using my poetic justice pull as a blogger to add that to our (you + me = our) vocabulary. Feel free to use it anywhere you like. I won't take credit for it, one of my Dear Readers mentioned it on her FB. This Dear Reader is the super smart graduate that I told you about many blogs ago. Who are we to deny a super smart graduate the right to make her own words? Its not like its something ridiculous like sniglicaboque for bread. I would never co-sign on any such made up word. Sniglicaboque? Even I have my limits. I think its perfectly acceptable to add on to words, providing you are not using your new words in something important like a thesis...do you hear me super smart graduate? Don't go around making up ridiculous words and utilizing them in important reports and blaming me.
Blaming me....I'm flashbacking...when I was in 3rd grade, a little misunderstood kid in catholic school (who knew?), I had a friend named "Weisha". As in We should never call her Kiesha, because maybe she won't want to be part of my blog. One day Weisha observed me feeding the pigeons puffy cheese doodles. Don't ask me how I was so independently wealthy to throw perfectly good puffy cheese doodles at birds. I think I was just lonely. Anyway Weisha was so fascinated by this that she asked if she could feed the birds. I told her to bring money the next day and we can feed them together. Dear Readers, is this starting to sound dangerous? Not yet? mmhmmm.
The next day I was called to the office (here comes the danger). Weisha, her mother and Sr. Whatzit were sitting in the office. Weisha was crying, her mother was fuming and the nun was NOT surprised that I was apparently behind this. Care to guess what happened? Turns out Weisha was so happy about feeding time on Hoe Avenue that she decided to go into her mother's bag for the money. I don't know how many bags of puffy doodles this chick thought we were going to buy because she took $100! All of this is almost slapstick, almost like the Facts of Life until you hear the punchline. Me. I was the punchline. Weisha confessed that I TOLD her that she better bring money if she wanted to feed the pigeons.
I think that's when the blogger was born. I talked my way out of that like it was nobody's business. All I needed was a choir behind me. I had to think fast on my feet, lose my shyness and defend myself.
I don't know what happened to Weisha. I was off the hook, her mother got her $100 back and the nun went back to counting pretzel money and praying. Weisha and I never really became friends, with her being stone cold crazy and whatnot.
Anyway, I'm happy I have all of you!
Oh the good news...now I am having second thoughts...stay tuned! Ha! I don't want to lose you right before the holidays, I'm happy to think that we will be together. I can tell you that there are some changes a'brewing and I don't mean my hair!
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola aka Puffy Cheese Doodle Pimp Mama
What a week, what a month, what a life! I have so much to do yet I keeping getting distracted. I know that there is some way I can blame this on my childhood. Anyway. I will put that on my to do list. Well, I would put it on my to do list if I had such a list. My lists are never really functional and helpful. They are more like Top Ten lists. You are my Dear Reader, you know what I speak of. There are a few things I'd like to cover today, one thing that I find VERY EXCITING..like the evening news, I'm going to hold the VERY EXCITING news until the end of the blog to keep you interested.
Don't think I don't know you can just click on down to the end of the blog and skip all the rest, but we have an honor system here. Ok. S'right?
S'right makes me think of one of the greatest old commercials of all time, the Parkay commercials with the talking butter tub. That's all I'm saying about that. If you don't know Warner Wolfe, then you won't know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry that I am in my EARLY thirties and I spent a huge part of my life watching television, lol'ing away.
Lol'ing: the act of laughing out loud. I'm using my poetic justice pull as a blogger to add that to our (you + me = our) vocabulary. Feel free to use it anywhere you like. I won't take credit for it, one of my Dear Readers mentioned it on her FB. This Dear Reader is the super smart graduate that I told you about many blogs ago. Who are we to deny a super smart graduate the right to make her own words? Its not like its something ridiculous like sniglicaboque for bread. I would never co-sign on any such made up word. Sniglicaboque? Even I have my limits. I think its perfectly acceptable to add on to words, providing you are not using your new words in something important like a thesis...do you hear me super smart graduate? Don't go around making up ridiculous words and utilizing them in important reports and blaming me.
Blaming me....I'm flashbacking...when I was in 3rd grade, a little misunderstood kid in catholic school (who knew?), I had a friend named "Weisha". As in We should never call her Kiesha, because maybe she won't want to be part of my blog. One day Weisha observed me feeding the pigeons puffy cheese doodles. Don't ask me how I was so independently wealthy to throw perfectly good puffy cheese doodles at birds. I think I was just lonely. Anyway Weisha was so fascinated by this that she asked if she could feed the birds. I told her to bring money the next day and we can feed them together. Dear Readers, is this starting to sound dangerous? Not yet? mmhmmm.
The next day I was called to the office (here comes the danger). Weisha, her mother and Sr. Whatzit were sitting in the office. Weisha was crying, her mother was fuming and the nun was NOT surprised that I was apparently behind this. Care to guess what happened? Turns out Weisha was so happy about feeding time on Hoe Avenue that she decided to go into her mother's bag for the money. I don't know how many bags of puffy doodles this chick thought we were going to buy because she took $100! All of this is almost slapstick, almost like the Facts of Life until you hear the punchline. Me. I was the punchline. Weisha confessed that I TOLD her that she better bring money if she wanted to feed the pigeons.
I think that's when the blogger was born. I talked my way out of that like it was nobody's business. All I needed was a choir behind me. I had to think fast on my feet, lose my shyness and defend myself.
I don't know what happened to Weisha. I was off the hook, her mother got her $100 back and the nun went back to counting pretzel money and praying. Weisha and I never really became friends, with her being stone cold crazy and whatnot.
Anyway, I'm happy I have all of you!
Oh the good news...now I am having second thoughts...stay tuned! Ha! I don't want to lose you right before the holidays, I'm happy to think that we will be together. I can tell you that there are some changes a'brewing and I don't mean my hair!
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola aka Puffy Cheese Doodle Pimp Mama
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