Living Without Facebook and Twitter

I decided to give up Twitter and Facebook for Lent. It was a bit of a split second decision, although I did decide to sleep on it for a night. How could I give up the almighty Twittuh’s and “The Book” so easily,  you may ask. The easiest answer that I can give is: It was time for a much needed break from Twitter. I spend so much time on Twitter that it’s really a shame. As far as Stalkerbook is concerned, I think I’ve researched enough folks Facebook profiles to know everyone whereabouts, and I’m more than certain that people have done the same with my profile. In short, it just wasn’t that hard to walk away from those “Faces”. However, before making my final decision, I Googled the length of the Lenten season for this year – 46 days. “FORTY-SIX DAAAAAYS!?!?!?!”, I thought. That’s a long time for someone who usually checks Twitter after a quick morning prayer! But then I thought, “If Jesus gave his life for me, then I can give up Twitter… and Facebook for good measure!”

For those of you who are unaware of what Lent is, Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines Lent as, “the 40 weekdays from Ash Wednesday to Easter observed by the Roman Catholic, Eastern, and some Protestant churches as a period of penitence and fasting.” For me, it’s always been a time to give up those things in life that I know aren’t as much of a necessity as I may think they are. As a kid I would give up my NES System. It was a struggle giving up Super Mario Bros. 3. Oh how I enjoyed having Mario and Luigi jump on those evil mushroom heads! *sigh* Sadly, though, I remember giving in and playing my games, several times. But let’s be honest; for the amount of time I planted myself in front of Mario, Luigi and King Koopa, I could have been reading a book or enjoying a cooking show with Grandma. As a college student I’m not sure that I gave anything up. I was so wrapped up in school work or the lack thereof on some occasions, that I rarely remembered to get ashes on Ash Wednesday. Now that I’m out of school and in the working world, and more importantly now that I’m trying to get my life together spiritually, I figured that this year would be a great year to start fully participating in the Lenten season. So far, we’re 6 days into Lent, and I haven’t bothered to log onto Twitter or Facebook… and I don’t intend to.

Snowmageddon 2010

The blizzard of 2010 has arrived! Is it “Snowmageddon”? Possibly. If it is, is your soul saved? Me? *Italian voice* “I’m workin’ on it!” Eh… *Kanye shrug*

Before I fell asleep last night- from sheer boredom- I looked out of my window at the snow that was falling but wasn’t sticking and said, “Maybe when I wake up, it’ll be a lot of snow out.” Well didn’t I ask for it! By the time I mustered up the strength to look out of my window, I saw plenty of snow. I even decided to step out onto the balcony and take some pictures of the snow. See?

Pretty serious, right?

Tyler came out and decided to play in the snow.

 

After throwing that snow ball (up in the corner… see it? Yep, right there.) he said, “Uh… I think I just hit somebody…” Gotta love that kid.

I’ve been on Twitter and Facebook ALL day. Literally. The last time I was snowed in, I remember my sister and me taking turns building houses and 50’s style restaurants on The Sims. Too bad I don’t have my The Sims 2 games right now; if I did I’d probably still be in need of a shower. Anyway, being in the house all day has afforded me plenty of time to do productive things. Too bad I didn’t do any of them. I probably could have researched some jobs and determined what I wanted to do with my life- but I didn’t. I think that’s part of the problem I’m having. When you feel unfulfilled with your current situation you’re supposed to sit down and take some time to do something about it. Write out a list of the things that you want for your life, pray over them, put them in your Bible. Something! I think I’ve been sitting for too long. I did however read over some information that I had requested to be sent to me from Baltimore International College. I’m thinking of taking a certificate program in Professional Cooking and Baking. I would actually prefer to take the certificate program in Professional Skills in Baking and Pastry, but unfortunately, it’s only during the day- and I work during the day *Kanye shrug*. If you’re interested, check here. I’m going to attend their open house on February 20^th (hopefully) and I get to take one guest. I think I’ll take my oldest god-son, Tawain (he’s 14!!!), who told me that he wants to go to “cooking school” after high school. It should be a fun day for us. I should probably run the idea by him first. In other news, this being in the house all day is for the birds. I’m seriously having a flash back to some of those nights in college where it was just me, Papa Johns and Robert De Niro in either Goodfellas or Casino (have you seen either of those movies? You should!). The difference is that those nights were usually planned. Today was not. I’m hungry and sleepy. BUT! Mommy did make chili and a lemon pound cake, which I can’t wait to taste. I’ll be sure to post a picture of it. Wanna know how bored I am? See below.

 

This is what happens when you’re hungry and bored. You take your night scarf off and stuff yourself with Fruit Roll-Ups. And you take a picture of yourself. Don’t act like you haven’t done it before!

I made spaghetti the other day. The meat sauce was from scratch. Wanna see it? It’s actually Emeril Lagasse’s meat sauce for lasagna. I figured it couldn’t hurt to use it as a spaghetti meat sauce.

 

It took all of 2 hours to get the end result.

You guys should try it and doctor it up to your liking. Check here.

There are a lot of pictures on this blog, because I’m actually writing it through Microsoft Word 2007’s blog publisher. It’s pretty amazing. Try it. I could probably think about some other things to blog about… But I’ll wait a little while- I’m going to go check on that pot of chili and lemon cake! And by the way, I don’t look that way (picture above) every day- only when I’m tinkering on insanity from cabin fever. See below for a cuter photo (lol). Enjoy your evening everyone!

*UPDATE* Don’t try Microsoft Word 2007’s Blog Publisher if you’re using Blogger. It sucks ass after all. And by now I’ve eaten both a bowl of chili and had a slice of cake, all of which was delicious. Don’t you wish you had some? Peace.

Thanksgiving with The Dorsey's

Any event with the Dorsey's is always an adventure. There's bound to be joy, laughter, and at the very least, alcohol induced excitement! Mommy, Tyler, and I headed up the street to Cousin Gary and Ms./Cousin/Aunt Torin's (my play Auntie, Victoria, that fell in love with Cousin Gary's inherited Dorsey magic) house for Thanksgiving dinner this year. By the end of the night, my two younger cousins, Jayden and Ryanne (pronounced Ryan) had used my camera to start their own photography company (lol). I must admit that the little boogers had some pretty good aim. The food was good, the Mascato was sweet and the laughter was loud. Oh! Lest ye not forget the "world premier" (to the family) of my twin cousins, Julius' an Julian's, music video, "It's My Birthday". They taped it during August right in front of their grandmother's house (stifles laughter) and over at Druid Hill park. I must admit, that after a consecutive 3 time viewing of the video, and amidst all of my jokes, the video was nice. I'm proud to say that my cousins are "tryna get up out the hood." Take a look-see at some of the family.

The Way We Were

I was searching youtube, looking for a video of something random that I like. I'm extra EXTRA corny for this, but I really do like "The Way We Were" by Barbra Streisand. She be sangin' on this song, ya'll. I remember seeing Beyonce perform this song at the Kennedy Honors and it made me do some research. I even went out and bought Funny Girl just to see what Ms. Streisand is really all about. But the "funny" thing is, I haven't watched it yet. Ha. Well anyway, take a look at Ms. Streisand....

And here's why I fell in love with the song to begin with.
Beyonce sings the hell out of this song.

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Thanksgiving Tips for 2009 as Provided By Brian 'Protype' Ajayi

My best friend Brian, in his infinite wisdom, decided that he would come up with 10 Thanksgiving tips for everyone this holiday season. Just looking at his tips made me die with laughter, so I thought that (with his permission of course) I would provide them to you all.

1. Don't show up to anyone's house (including mine) uninvited. Don't think cuz it's thanksgiving u won't get embarrassed. I will thank God u made it safely and then show you the door.
2. Don't go questioning all the food.......If you got to question it, take your hungry and picky behind home and heat up some oodles and noodles.........wit ya picky self.
3. Dern it its thanksgiving. Be thankful. Don't be mad because Aunt Luquasia didn't bring the pie...
4. Don't go to 8 houses and eat at all 8. That's being fat, not social.....
5. Don't go to someones house with the intention of wrapping food to go. There is a 45 minute visit time minimum to become eligible for a to go plate.
6. If u like a particular item on the menu, don't try to eat all of it in you first sitting. That's cause for you to get kicked the hell out. You know u wrong for that whole plate of stuffing. I wanted some.
7. DO NOT bring ur own plastic wrap to someone elses house. Its ghetto. BUT if you insist on being ghetto raise your standards and bring gladware. Its better for the environment.
8. If Aunt Bertha makes a Red Velvet cake that looks like pink cotton or mashed potatoes that look like chunky potato soup. TURN UR PLATE DOWN. GOD IS NOT PLEASED.Ur health is more important than her feelings.
9. If you get sick, don't blame it on that last corn kernel. Blame it on that 8th meal u just ate wit ya fat tail. U really want me to believe a corn kernel put u over the top.
10. If a family member is Not saved, wears dentures, has an oral disease, or is just plain nasty don't let them pray over the food. If they do pray and aren't saved, the family needs to pray harder. For all other discrepancies tell them to pray in their secret closet.

::BONUS TIP::

Don't waste your leftovers. Give them to the homeless. But don't give them something you wouldn't eat. That's some inconsiderate stuff.

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160?!!? AreYou Kidding Me?

Earlier this summer, I went to visit my friend Ronnie's father in the hospital. While waiting for his nurse to finish up with him, my Aunt Victoria weighed me on the scale. 152 lbs. Ok. Cool. *side eye*

Shortly after that I decided that I would take up baking. Baking has always been something that I enjoyed watching, but now I could finally, in the comfort of my own kitchen, bake away! Pound cakes and cheesecakes (well... cheese pies. I haven't made a traditional cheesecake as of yet). Orange cake and Red Velvet cakes (!!!!). And then, this past Thursday rolled around. I was at a scheduled doctors appointment, and honestly I was so concerned with both getting home and the hope of using that $1 coupon at Boston Market (did you use yours??? Every time I went over there the place was full of Negroes!) , that I kind of just mounted the doctors weight scale without thinking that I could have gained more than a pound or two since my last time on the scale. I kicked off my shoes and hopped on the scale, and within a few moments, the nurse quickly and without remorse said, "160." She said it so flatly that I was stunned. It wasn't her that I was stunned with, but it was just so frank. "160." "Pounds??" I said. "Yes." She said. *In Gucci Mane voice* "Well daaaamn"

After the nurse quickly whisked me into a room, and instructed me to change into a gown, I sat there in this blue gown trying to stop the breeze from grazing across my back side, and stared at the wall that held the Body Mass Index (BMI) chart. The colors ranged from green (I think) to red. Well... as I adjust my eyes to my weight in accordance with my height... and notice that my color is a light orange... *side eye*... I see that I'm looking at heart disease. "Well damn!" I talked to my doctor and simply put she said, in her West Indian accent, "This is your wake up call Greer!"

Yes it is... I'm 23. And I'm fat. But I carry it well... =)

I say all of this to say, that I'm going to try to lose 10 lbs, all the while praying that my butt doesn't go flat during the process.

FOOLERY!

My mother sent me an email about this article from Blackamericaweb.com Please read.

Finished? Good.

So first of all; who gives a damn where the Obama's are going to vacation? I'm so over the Obama hype that it isn't even funny. They wash their behinds like the rest of us, so let's focus on the mortgage crisis or how Obama keeps giving these other countries the stank eye and saying, "I dare you!" and what the outcome of that will be.

But right now, the important part of this note is simply posing the question, "Why?" Why are these uppity Negroes slamming the Obama's? What about them says that they can't fit into the society of Oak Bluffs? Is it because they don't have enough money? I think they have more than enough. Is it because they don't wear the "right" type of clothing? If I recall, Michelle's Inauguration outfit and ball gown were hand made and tailored to fit her. Or are you mad because she can go into White House/Black Market or The Gap and come out with fabulous finds for her and the girls, without digging the country deeper into debt? And I believe that Obama's suits cost well over $1100. Check the specs on his custom suit that was made for his Democratic Convention acceptance speech here.

What? You mad cuz they stylin' on you?

None of the materialistic reasons I suggested are reasons enough for them not to fit into the society of Oak Bluffs. They won't fit in because the Obama's know that the way to change the world is to start at the home base; not by sitting on their asses acting as if they're better than everyone else. Or acting as if they didn't get to where they are through at least of a pinch of affirmative action. I'm not Obama's biggest supporter by far. But damnit Black people, what is going on?!?! Are we really just going to treat each other like this? Don't get me wrong; I'm the first to yell "FOOLERY!" when I see it, but if this isn't the most ridiculous load of bull I've ever heard in my life then I don't know what is (although I'm sure I can come up with something ). But seriously, all jokes aside- Why does Michelle have to be identified as a "ghetto girl" just because she recognizes where she comes from? And what is so bad about her coming from the same place that Jennifer Hudson did? Did these same buppies lend a helping hand or a heartfelt prayer for Jennifer when her family was murdered in cold blood? It's sad because these well to do African American's probably don't even understand that to the rest of the world they're still NIGGERS! They're just dancing on a wooden board while bullets are being shot at their feet. I shouldn't even have to result to saying such things about my own people. But if this isn't coonfoolery then I, sincerely, do not know what is!