So the Inaugural Busy Black Woman Hump Day Happy Hour was a success and I am still riding the high! Again, thanks to everyone who came out and remember to be on the lookout for more events soon!
But, as I am the BBW, I had to move onto the next thing, which includes writing up a few committee reports, preparing for meetings, and planning a conference for the Fall. Somehow, I need to figure out how to get in some time to exercise so that I can keep the love handles at bay.
Speaking of exercise, I did make it back to dance class for the first time since the recital and thankfully, class was taught by a substitute who did not have too many expectations...not that it was easy, but let's just say that she was merciful. And I did not feel anything until this morning when I went for a walk around the monuments.
For a moment, can I just add my voice to the chorus of Washingtonians who find tourists annoying? I know that the city benefits from the visitors, but there has to be a happy medium between stopping the flow of traffic for pictures with a monument in the background and the economic boon we enjoy from all the crappy trinkets purchased and junk food consumed downtown. Something has got to give--today I got really close to shoving a woman out of my way after saying "excuse me" at least 50 times.
And speaking of shoving folks, I am not generally a violent person, but if one more person stands too close to me while I am trying to pay for my groceries in the self-service checkout line...
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Fried Chicken Wednesday: Hugh Hefner
This is one of those times when I just need to come clean and admit that I cannot begin to explain my fascination with Hugh Hefner...
The BBW cannot explain why, as a life-long feminist, I actually used to watch full episodes of The Girls Next Door. I cannot explain how I was able to use an article from Playboy magazine in a course I taught and not get into trouble. I cannot explain why I kinda dig the bunny costumes. And I cannot explain why the cancellation of Hefner's wedding to a woman old enough to be his granddaughter has me wishing that he would jump on a scooter and make his way back to Holly Madison before time runs out.
Does this qualify as an eight-piece meal with sides?
The BBW cannot explain why, as a life-long feminist, I actually used to watch full episodes of The Girls Next Door. I cannot explain how I was able to use an article from Playboy magazine in a course I taught and not get into trouble. I cannot explain why I kinda dig the bunny costumes. And I cannot explain why the cancellation of Hefner's wedding to a woman old enough to be his granddaughter has me wishing that he would jump on a scooter and make his way back to Holly Madison before time runs out.
Does this qualify as an eight-piece meal with sides?
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Chick-flickering
Now that my dance recital is behind me, the BBW actually has had quite a bit of free time on the weekends! And honestly, I do not know what to do with myself...
So instead of filling the time with gardening (too hot), house-cleaning (too much), re-caulking the bathroom tile (too lazy), I have been watching a lot of movies. Actually, I have been catching a lot of bits and pieces of movies. You know how it is, you start off watching one piece of a movie, and then when it ends and you start flipping channels, you happen upon another piece of another movie, and the pattern repeats until you've spent an entire day trying to catch the repeat of the movie you only saw the end of the last time it came on.
So instead of filling the time with gardening (too hot), house-cleaning (too much), re-caulking the bathroom tile (too lazy), I have been watching a lot of movies. Actually, I have been catching a lot of bits and pieces of movies. You know how it is, you start off watching one piece of a movie, and then when it ends and you start flipping channels, you happen upon another piece of another movie, and the pattern repeats until you've spent an entire day trying to catch the repeat of the movie you only saw the end of the last time it came on.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Watch Your Mouth!
The BBW is switching hats for a brief public service announcement aimed at a few folks whom I love dearly, but who are too old for me to put across my knee...so just think of me as your Busy Body Mama.
Because for the life of me, I cannot understand why some of ya'll (mostly under the age of 25), feel the need to use Facebook and Twitter to send out dim-witted stream of conscious rants aimed at your equally dim-witted friends. For real...profanity-laced tirades about nothing in particular?
Here is something you need to know--no, you are not cool. You are just an overgrown child with a dirty mouth!
Because for the life of me, I cannot understand why some of ya'll (mostly under the age of 25), feel the need to use Facebook and Twitter to send out dim-witted stream of conscious rants aimed at your equally dim-witted friends. For real...profanity-laced tirades about nothing in particular?
Here is something you need to know--no, you are not cool. You are just an overgrown child with a dirty mouth!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Just Keep Dancing
On Saturday I did not make it on time to meet my team for the Komen Race. Not that being late for a meeting is all that out of character for me, but I was really late this past Saturday for the stupidest of reasons, so now there are a couple of people out there who probably think that I am the most unreliable flake.
Thus if anyone who holds that opinion of me happens upon this blog, please know that I am only an occasionally unreliable flake...
Chalk it up to what I call the Newton-Murphy's Law to the Third Power, of which I am a perpetual victim. In the BBW universe, whenever there is a day when things fall exactly into place, there are two days when everthing falls apart. And it tends to be invoked when I can least afford to have things go awry.
Last Thursday, I succeeded in securing my trade name and registering my business without getting a parking ticket (which is no small feat in DC these days). Then I got my new business cards in the mail, opened my new bank account, and got free mailing supplies from the Post Office. I managed to get some work done for some clients, made it to dance rehearsal, and finished the evening with dinner and a couple of beers at a quirky Irish-Jewish bar. It was a very productive day!
Thus if anyone who holds that opinion of me happens upon this blog, please know that I am only an occasionally unreliable flake...
Chalk it up to what I call the Newton-Murphy's Law to the Third Power, of which I am a perpetual victim. In the BBW universe, whenever there is a day when things fall exactly into place, there are two days when everthing falls apart. And it tends to be invoked when I can least afford to have things go awry.
Last Thursday, I succeeded in securing my trade name and registering my business without getting a parking ticket (which is no small feat in DC these days). Then I got my new business cards in the mail, opened my new bank account, and got free mailing supplies from the Post Office. I managed to get some work done for some clients, made it to dance rehearsal, and finished the evening with dinner and a couple of beers at a quirky Irish-Jewish bar. It was a very productive day!
Home Improvement
The BBW has a confession to make: I live in an old house, so something always needs to be fixed and I love DIY! Unfortunately, I am the Queen of Unfinished DIY projects...And I am confessing this now in case you hear the husband complaining about not being able to use the bathroom.
This latest DIY bender started when I broke my toilet seat back in April (not by sitting on it), but it could not be fixed so I went to my local Home Depot to buy a replacement. Since it was late and I was on my own, my plan was to go in, find the replacement, jump on line to pay, and badda-bing, ten minutes later I would be on my way.
Except, as everyone knows, there is no such thing as a quick trip to the hardware store.
This latest DIY bender started when I broke my toilet seat back in April (not by sitting on it), but it could not be fixed so I went to my local Home Depot to buy a replacement. Since it was late and I was on my own, my plan was to go in, find the replacement, jump on line to pay, and badda-bing, ten minutes later I would be on my way.
Except, as everyone knows, there is no such thing as a quick trip to the hardware store.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Recap: Post-Oprah Finale 'Itis
I watched. And in good conscience, I cannot come up with any pithy, snarcastic comments since this show was so understated and entirely appropriate--in direct contrast to all of the hoopla of the last two days. Dare I say this...the Oprah has left the BBW speechless!
(Actually, the BBW prefers to wait for another more worthwhile occasion to poke fun at our Most Exhaulted patron saint...like maybe after I've watched more than an hour of programming on OWN.)
Anyway, at 4:00pm, I tuned in to watch a composed, calm, serene and humble Oprah Winfrey take to her stage to preach a farewell sermon of sorts to her congregants in the studio and around the world. And her message was simple: find your life's purpose and then fulfill it as God intended!
I know that to all of the Oprah-haters (and yes, there are apparently as many haters as there are die-hard Oprah-holics out there), this is consistent with her do-good and be-blessed New Age spiritualism, but in her 45 minute benediction, she found a way to mention the universe, Newton's third law of motion, and Jesus without making anyone feel alienated or excluded. The love she expressed for the millions of people who have watched her show over the years exuded from her like a warm, golden light.
Really.
(Actually, the BBW prefers to wait for another more worthwhile occasion to poke fun at our Most Exhaulted patron saint...like maybe after I've watched more than an hour of programming on OWN.)
Anyway, at 4:00pm, I tuned in to watch a composed, calm, serene and humble Oprah Winfrey take to her stage to preach a farewell sermon of sorts to her congregants in the studio and around the world. And her message was simple: find your life's purpose and then fulfill it as God intended!
I know that to all of the Oprah-haters (and yes, there are apparently as many haters as there are die-hard Oprah-holics out there), this is consistent with her do-good and be-blessed New Age spiritualism, but in her 45 minute benediction, she found a way to mention the universe, Newton's third law of motion, and Jesus without making anyone feel alienated or excluded. The love she expressed for the millions of people who have watched her show over the years exuded from her like a warm, golden light.
Really.
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