WHAT THE FUDGE?

A woman made the headlines this week after delivering 8 babies. It now turns out that she already had six kids when she was undergoing fertility treatments.

When implanting embryos, they usually implant more than one so there is a better chance of implantation. When they informed her that all the babies implanted, she opted to have them all and not remove any of the embryos.

In addition, her Dad is currently headed to Iraq in order to go back to work to help feed these grandbabies. So far, there has been no mention of the children having a father of their own.

AHEM.

Something in the milk ain’t clean folks (thanks Crunk and Disorderly for that phrase).

The woman lives in a very modest home trying to make ends meet. They are already trying to find out how she was able to afford these fertility treatments,  why she felt she needed them after already having six children under the age of 35 and was there any type of mental screening by the doctors.

I am all for science when it can help someone struggling with infertility to have a child. That is a wonderful thing.

However, we really need to understand why someone would walk in to a clinic with six children and feel that they needed more, even if  it meant paying a doctor to give them more.

I can’t wait until this story unfolds. It’s gonna be a doozy.

Easy Chicken Meatball Soup

4 cups of chicken broth
one diced carrot
one diced stalk of celery
two turkey or chicken sausages (skin removed and diced up)
1/2 cup of penne pasta
Salt, Pepper, cajun seasoning to taste

This soup is the easiest thing in the world. Saute your cut up veggies in one tblspoon of butter until slightly translucent. Add the stock,
the pasta, the sausage and season with salt, pepper and cajun seasoning to taste.

That’s it. Basic chicken soup. You can use chicken breast instead. You can add kale or escarole or spinach leaves. Take the basic recipe and go crazy.

I always keep cans of chicken stock at home so I can whip up easy soups. Have fun with it and use up your old vegetables and yesterdays chicken breast.

To The Rescue

Normally, I relish a good snow day. Lounging on the couch all day in pajamas is always fun.

However, last night, Tali 1 woke up at midnight and proceeded to heave everything but the kitchen sink for the next three hours. Mr. 1969 wins Father of the Year for cleaning him up, washing sheets and cleaning up both bathrooms. (Hey, he owes me. I had the last illness and it was FAR WORSE.)

So as Mr. 1969 left the house (after shoveling us out) to go after a big account today (Good Luck Honey), I was left with one sick kid, one crazy kid and a whole lot of snow.

What does Wonder Woman do? Well, first I woke up and gave Tali 2 some crackers and warm ginger ale. After seeing that he kept that down. I decided to make him some soup.

One pot of chicken meatball soup and he was up smiling and finally had some color back in his face.

What did I do for Tali 2?

You already know. CUPCAKES. He saw the red velvet cupcakes and immediately started dancing in the kitchen.

I swear, I don’t know where all of these maternal urges come from. I just hate when my kids are sick and I love to cook. I never planned on saving the world. But hey….when your kid looks like this?

It forces you to throw on your Wonder Woman cape and save the day.

Feel better Tali 1~

The Randomness

Rumor has it that my old boss is having a tough time without me downtown. Why does that make me feel good?

Tali 1 always has friends come over on the weekends for play dates. Well, Tali 2 had his first play date this past Saturday. He was walking around the house with his chest all puffed up like “WHAT, Yeah….this is MY friend.” LOL

They asked if they could get a puppy. Uh, after the Goldfish was murdered? That would be a NO.

Does anyone else love the way Barack and Michelle look at each other?

I repeat….I hate my PHONE.

I have been here for two weeks and have already sent out three contracts. TEAM 1969!

I’ve lost five pounds in the last two weeks. All from counting calories cause I will still sneak a cookie here and there.

I need to go to the dentist and I keep putting it off.

I am soooo happy that LOST is back. Does anyone else think Miles is the son of Marvin Candle?

I think this move was a good one. I am really liking going to work again. I hope it’s not the newness.

My brother is on Facebook and he is all excited by it because it’s new. His master plan is to have more friends than I do. He called me yesterday to tell me that he added ten friends yesterday. His next step is to poke random people so they will add him. He needs JE-SUS.

Happy Tuesday.

Sunday Morning

I come downstairs and find this awaiting me on the couch:

So I guess it’s safe to say we’re chilling today. Hope your day is equally relaxing.

People in Hell want Ice Water…

I try not to judge people, I really do. However, in some cases, I am judgemental as HELL.

The body of Ca.yl.ee An.tho.ny was found with a heart sticker over her mouth. WHAT THE FUDGE? If her mother did this, OMG….there is no torture they could come up with, no way to die, nothing that could be good enough to punish her for what she has done to this child. And what? Afterwards, you stuck a heart sticker on your kids mouth as what? Decoration?

And Ru.sh Li.mb.au.gh actually said on his show “I HOPE OBAMA FAILS”. If you care about our nation, our people, our country….who would ever say they hope the President and his administration fails? How many levels of ignorant are you to even form those words?

As jacked up as Bush was, no one WANTED him to fail. We wanted all of us to be able to eat, afford our homes, have healthcare and schools. We always want our President to succeed despite our personal feelings about the individual.

And as for today when my “South Philly co-worker”  said the older Obama daughter seems very sweet but the younger one looks like she is a spoiled rotten brat and she doesn’t like her.

**PAUSE, GIVE EVIL SIDE EYE and say…

“Wow, have you actually met her? You sound like you know her personally.”

“Uh…no. I just don’t like her, she seems like a real brat.”

“Really? You have such a strong  judgement on a little kid that you don’t know and have never met? That seems very narrow minded. She strikes me as a cute little girl. Period.”

“Well, I can tell these things.”

“Oh you have a knack for judging people you don’t know and have never met. Interesting. Wait till you get to know me. I can’t wait to hear what you really think. *Smiles sweetly and walks away*

I hope some folks have reservations cause ice water is scarce down there.

The Hotel Chronicles

My new Hotel is near South Philadelphia. No more downtown, Center City. One of the interesting developments has been an abundance of erra….interesting co-workers.

How do I explain the working class European folks of Philly without sounding elitist? Hmmm. Think of the movie Rocky and most  of our employees would probably blend right in. Yes, I know the movie is like 20 years old but let me reiterate….most of the folks here would fit RIGHT in.  Gotta love South Philly.

So anyway, we have this one associate…she is the Assistant for the GM. She is the gatekeeper of our office and has been here forever, knows everything and is a great resource. However, you cross her and you’re done. LOL

So yesterday, we all went to lunch and everyone was excited about the Inauguration. What tidbits of wisdom did “South Philly’s Finest” have to share?

“Somebody needs to teach that new First Lady how to dress. She looks terrible in that shiny gold thing.”

“That President messed up the oath. He’s an embarrassment to the country.”

“Laura Bush was the best dressed and classiest woman there.”

“Obama’s speech was boring. He didn’t even have anything to say that was memorable. It was too long.”

The hateraid went on and on.

Pray for your girl because you know I will have to hit her with my Claire Huxtable nicetyness in the near future and gut check her azz. It’s only a matter of time.

Yo! Adrian…..

The Start of a New Day

Today, our President-Elect will be sworn into the highest office in our Nation. We are beginning a new era in America and today will bring us one step closer to the dream of MLK. A nation where a man is judged not by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character.

I know that this day means so much to so many of you. For me, it’s all about my sons. I see how excited they are and how involved they are, even at their young ages, in this whole process. They were engaged in the election, my oldest checking primary results with me every morning. My three year old saying “A-rock Obama” everytime he spotted his face in a magazine or on tv.

I can’t recall this type of energy about our country in a long time. The last time I felt this surge of patriotism was during 9-11. That tragedy helped to unite us but it alienated many others in our community as well. Yes, we were proud to be Americans but than many turned on our Arab Americans, our Pakistani Americans….we discriminated out of the same fear that has been a part of all of us for so long.

Today is the start of something new. A new day. When my sons watch the news with me, they will see a face like theirs and he will be running this country. I am set to witness history today and I can’t wait. It’s been a lifetime coming and I am so glad I am alive to enjoy and see this moment.

Happy Inauguration Day America.

1969 Public Service Announcement

What’s up Party People? In case you have been living under a rock (not that there’s anything wrong with that)….you know that I have started a new gig.

Well, so far it’s been great. While I lucked out with a better laptop….my phone now sucks. SUCKS. Bye Bye Verizon, hello Sprint. WHOMP, WHOMP, WHOMP!

My new office is gorgeous. Big, roomy, spacious and great furniture. *Ding! Ten Points*

My new commute? *insert sigh*

So yeah, it’s been a week full of adjustments. Blogging has fallen to the wayside but I am back. I think I can fit blogging into my new schedule.

Anyway, we are on the verge of swearing in our new President. Folks will be braving the icy tundra to witness this historic event. NOT ME HOMIE!

That ceremony will look great on my High Def, with surround sound as I toast from the couch with the heat blasting and my pj’s and socks keeping me cozy. While my brave friends are out there freezing in long underwear and ski pants….I will be texting them…..”girl….Mrs. O ‘s dress is fabulous. You should see the close up!”  You think they’ll hate me after two hours outside? LOL

For me, MLK Day also brings about an annual tradition in my house. The National Day Of Service. Every year, Mr. 1969 and I take the Tali’s out and join our prospective fraternity and sorority for various activities throught the city. We may be out cleaning a park, painting a school or feeding some folks. We look forward to this tradition and to teaching our kids to give back and really represent what the day is about.

When our President Elect ran for office, he called upon each of us to get off the couch, turn the tv off and roll up our sleeves right? How many of you are volunteering on MLK Day to make a difference in your communities? If you are looking for something to do…GO HERE!

Without community organizers, we wouldn’t have MLK, or Mr. Obama. We got to this point because of people wanting to make a difference. I am sure, you can all find something to do or someone to help.

Give an hour….it will make you feel good. Then when you watch our new President get sworn in on the 20th, you’ll feel even better.

Have a great weekend!

Sometimes I Rhyme Slow….

I had a talk with a friend of mine recently. She had been dating a nice guy for two years and was at a crossroads in the relationship.

He had a daughter and had been in his previous relationship for five years. When he met my friend, he told her that he was gun shy regarding relationships. He wanted to date and get to know her but he wasn’t ready to commit. As she was coming out of a relationship, this was exactly what she was looking for. Things have been going great between them for the last two years.

Flash forward to now. After two years of dating, they have had the talk about moving to the next step. He is giving her the “Aren’t we happy? We’re both not seeing anyone else. Everything is good.” speech. She is wondering why he can’t just say “This relationship is exclusive. I want us to have a future together.” In short, he is not defining their status as a couple. He likes it just how it is.

We went out to lunch right before the holidays and talked. Let me just say that my friend is a beautiful woman. She is physically attractive (all of Mr. 1969′s friends ask about her constantly-LOL), owns her own home and car. She is doing great in her career and is fun to be around. She can cook, loves sports and is a classy individual. In short, she is a catch.

As she started telling me all the stuff he was saying…..I listened. I listened to what she wasn’t saying and when she was done….I asked her my one question. You keep telling me about him….”What do YOU want out of this relationship?”

She said, she wanted him to commit to her, plain and simple. I asked her if he was doing that. She said no.

I gave her the “Well….you already know my answer” look and we bust out laughing. She knows me.

I told her it was great that she wanted to give him time to heal from his past relationship. She was taking things slow and getting to know him. However, at this point, she is only seeing him and he’s had two years. She is acting like his girlfriend and he is not claiming her as such.

At this point, I told her that she has some choices to make. Does she feel that she can continue on in this relationship in the hopes that he will eventually come around or does she want to control her own happiness?

After the New Year, we talked and it turns out…she broke up with him. He has called her non-stop ever since. His main issue? Even if they are no longer seeing each other, why can’t they hook-up anymore? Hang out? Have relations? *sigh*

She is now seeing exactly where she stood with him in the first place. She was a long term friend with benefits.

I am so proud of her for cutting him off. Sometimes, you have to sit and ask yourself “What exactly am I getting out of this relationship?”  .

Who else needs to leave some baggage behind in 09?