Cooking up a storm...

I forgot to tell you all I have been on a cooking spree. Not ramen noodle cooking either. Like today, I made an italian pasta salad and added garlic bread. Yesterday I made black bean burgers. I know...it may not sound appealing, but it is delicious. I saw a recipe in Gourmet magazine and I tweaked it with the actual ingredients I had in the pantry.

I was telling my girlfriend it is because when I went home for Christmas, I didn't eat out fast food once. I ate home cooking everyday accept the one time my mom took me to a nice restaurant called Lily House. And it was basically home cooking too. But I appreciated that time with my family and the good delightful eats that I consumed.

Since being home, I have eaten out at some fast food joints, but not like I used to. I will forego a double cheeseburger for the grocery store. I now swing by the markets more frequently, look at recipes more often and actually taste my food. All I can say is my tummy has been screaming hmm hmm good an awful lot lately. Ciao.

That's Just Nasty!

Wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight! Gross.

Driving while...

On my way home yesterday, I was behind a stupid driver who was actually SEWING. Sewing. That's what I said. Need I say more?

Dating on a Budget Series

Valentine's Day is coming up really soon. I've been writing a dating on a budget series over at queercents. It runs every Monday afternoon. If you've missed the goods so far, be sure to catch up:

Dating on a Budget: The Rules

Dating on a Budget: Simple First Dates

Dating on a Budget: Hmm Hmm Good!

I got another job....

I interviewed for this job back in October. Tuesday I got a call to see if I was still interested. I told you all about it...I had to do a presentation and I did mine on napkin folding. I don't think I ever did put up those pictures. But here's another part-time job. Hey don't 2 part time jobs make a full time job? YAY! I start training today, so I will let you know how it goes.

Inauguration

I got a little misty. I am so proud.

"Fake" Name My Ass

So today, I was looking at a magazine and I came across an article about black women on the down low. One of the interviewees reminded me of a girl from college. Now we weren't friends by any means. There was a situation that impeded a possible friendship. I believe this article was talking about her, eventhough it said it wasn't her real name. Bull!

There are several clues that lead me to believe that is indeed her; the psychologist and amateur FBI profiler in me says it's her. And frankly, I was pissed. But why was I pissed?

As I looked back on my undergraduate years, I thought about our encounters. I thought about how the first few years, I really did care about fitting in and acting the proper way. I've always been a good girl to the average person, but I've done my share of dirt. However, this particular person used her perception of a situation I was involved in and tried to tarnish my good reputation.

I felt under constant judgement from her and her friends. I did things that I didn't necessarily need to do, just so I could feel justified in previous actions. I know this is kinda vague...but essentially, I cared what this chick thought of me so much, that I did stuff...I guess..in a way to win her approval.

So essentially, I am pissed at myself. Pissed that I gave her that much control in my life. But glad, that I'm a big girl now and can learn from my mistakes and be honest with myself. I am even more committed now to watch what I say to others, about others.