What?!

I went on an actual date! I though they had gone the way of the customer service rep and $30 parking tickets. But no, today was a date. a meeting with food, conversation, and getting to know someone without yelling in bar or pretending to be interested the morning after drunken hooking up!

breakfast, sunshine, the beach, dogs. . .it was like a movie. And yes, he was very nice and not at all scared of my career or my tattoos.
Interesting, very interesting.

In other news, I am moving into the urban myth of local real estate- a rent controlled apartment by the beach! I am quite lucky this week. I should remember that next time I have a car cry/nervous breakdown upon hearing that people are pregnant and getting married (sorry mom).
Next time I write it will be from the bestest little apartment on the Westside. Goodbye Clubhouse, you've served me well.

Single Person Awareness Day

To celebrate Black Sunday, or Valentine's Day as it is more commonly known, I stole all of the candy that kids gave away of Friday. I decided that if you were married or living with someone, you didn't really deserve candy, as you were pretty much guaranteed to get some (read that how you wish. . . ).

So every time someone put candy on the desk of a coupled person, I promptly went behind them and said, "Nope! That's for me!"

Supernana has since elected herself the true Saint Valentine, saving the singles from the onslaught of flowers and balloons that we are sure to see our friends innundated with, by dispersing candy throughout the single people land.

The kids were a little confused, but I told them they would understand when they got older.

Then in some sort of karmic retribution, I got sick. Again, with a sore throat.
Damn.

And we're back.

So I was told last night by a man much too old to say this, "we can't date, but we can, you know have fun."
Uh, no I don't know.
WHERE ARE ALL THE MEN?

In other more important news, I am moving at the end of this month and wildly excited about the new place and dedicating time to home improvements.

I must give a special shout out to Sparrow! I made her recipe yesterday and it was so yummy and easy. More to come I promise.

My mind and my life are disjointed as of late (much like this post). Things are going along quite smoothly at work, but I can feel the craziness creeping in(more on that in another post).
I am also realizing that perhaps I myself am emotionally unavailable. I kinda want the trappings of a relationship like someone to go places with and dress up for, but I don't want to deal with all the emotional stuff. Plus I think that men just don't trust the fact that I don't care if they are busy, I'M BUSY! I don't care if they can't spend every minute with me. I don't want that.
I have learned that men are scared little babies. And I'm just happy to have a bunch of guy friends who laugh with me and remind me that yes indeed, men are stupid.

So the Saints won . . .

but the best part of the day was my daddy texting all the way from Africa "Who dat say who dat!"

I miss my dad, everyday. I wish I could make gumbo with him and watch the Who Dats on Feb. 7th.

sigh.

I love New Orleans. It took a long time for me to understand why I didn't love it the first time I went. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to understand my past, myself or anything.
It's time to go home.

2010 Year of the Dread Pirate

My pirate name is:

Dread Pirate Kidd

Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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The Rainy Monday Playlist

Today was not a glorious day for the Supernana. Not only did I not get my cooking project started, it rained. In Southern California, which always brings up memories of that awful song "It Never Rains in Southern California." Which of course gets stuck in my head, then I get all upset because it is in my head and I don't like it. So then I am forced to go to the trusty ipod and create a play list to get the bad song out of my head (and chase away my rainy day blues which have nothing to do with anything). So here it is:

Rolling Stones "You Can't Always Get What You Want"
Nina Simone "Ne Me Quitte Pas"
Laika Faitien "This Is For Albert"
Coldplay "Yellow"
Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers "Night in Tunisia"
Dexter Gordon "'Round Midnight"
Johhny Mercer "Moon River"
Serge Gainsbourg "Je Suis Venu Te Dire Que Je M'Envais"
Velvet Underground "Pale Blue Eyes"
Frank Sinatra "Fly Me To The Moon"
U2 " All I Want Is You"

sigh. I hate the rain!

Thanks!

You guys rock for sending me all the recipes. Project Feed Supernana will officially commence this Sunday. I will brave the wilds of the Farmer's Market and come back with some good stuff (Eggplant anyone? Thanks Sparrow!).

Don't expect too much too soon. Just as I decided to establish a routine, I also decided to move. oops. Given that my apartment will not be ready until March 1st and my lease is up Feb. 1st, I will be couch surfing for a month. I hope to wow my hosts with my new recipes and I promise to keep you updated with pictures and whatnot.

This is going to be fun! You also have the stories of my impending downsizing to look forward to, as I have promised myself (on the advice of a dear friend) not to let anything, useless, broken, or bad into my new place.

Dear readers, this has proven to be the start of very eventful year.

Now for all of you who read dear Savvy's blog. . . we need to start the campaign to get Savvy here in the spring to help me create a beautiful living space and bring good vibes back to Southern Cali. Any ideas?