Monday, June 30, 2008

I Need a Vacation, Man!!

My favorite writer, that Platinum Plus Card Carryin' Original Oldgirl Miss Celie aka Racer X aka Queen of Lurk City aka Ta.yari Jones , the best writing mentor in the Solar system, is off again on one of her many writing retreats.

They tend to call them "Artist Colonies".


You look happy and content Miss Celie!!

I know she looks at me with the *gas face* for calling her my mentor.

Let me tell you something. . . Everytime I talk to her, afterwards I go and write VERY ferociously. I mean GOOD useful stuff. She answers my questions, no matter how incredibly stupid they are.

That's a mentor right there.

I owe that chick a tank of premium gas for her car.

Really though.

But she is Racer X - She sets me, the Speedracer, back on course and goes back to doing her own thing.

Enough jocking of the Queen. (She's quite use to that by now).

I wish there was more I could do for her because she sows much writing wisdom into my life.

So like I said, she's on this "Artist Colony" trip, for a month, I believe. She tells me about them. I listen with glee. She hipped me to the fact that I, LadyLee, can apply for them. I just need writing samples, etc. (Lawd knows, I got plenty of those). All the things she said. . . goodness, I was dizzy for a couple of days, just thinking about it all.

So she applies to these programs, and gets into them.

Here's the issha: the sista went to this particular retreat, in the middle of nowhere, for a month without hair care products.

*crickets*

I think she thought, like we all do, that there would be a Wal-mart, Target, or local Asian Beauty supply nearby.

"I can just run out and get some pink oil!" I imagine she says aloud as she unpacks her bags.

Humph.

No such luck.

So she wrote a post, sending out an SOS for some help.

Man, I hooted and hollered over that. I could see her asking the the people of non-color all around her:

"Does anyone have some Blue Magic? Or even a little Afro sheen?"

LOL!!!

But on the real. . . she said something in a post that made me laugh. She said she swiped some Olive oil from the kitchen to do her braids!!

And it made me think one thing: You can take the girl out of SWATS [Southwest Atlanta], but you can't take SWATS out the girl!!

You will forever be ATLien, girl. You know about the bootleg, for sho!

Next time, Miss Celie, may I suggest that you swipe the Crisco. . .

Or swipe the bootleg Crisco can from the top of the stove, as it contains bacon grease drippings.

(Yeah, that's how they do it in the south).

I think lard will do the trick, too!

Anyway, Celie, your braids look great. The olive oil was the bomb! I might splash some in my hand and rub it through my hair (Humph. I only have bottles of rosemary and red hot chili infused oil in the cabinet. Never mind. Not a good look).


She said she was taking her hair down, and needed some product.

I read this, and laughed REAL HARD.

Then I went to Tar-jay, and got her a PHAT box of stuff.

And what's funny, since she has an off the meter readership over at her blog, she probably got deluged with stuff. I bet the mailman up there is looking at her real funny right about now.

You can open up your own beauty supply store up there, man! LOL!!

But this post ain't even about all that. I was looking at the BACKGROUND of that picture again.



I was memerized by that water, the scenery, the sheer beauty of it all

Look at that water.



Move your doggone feet, Celie!! DANG! Move them dogs out the way!

Look at that WATER.



I've been staring at those pictures, and I was thinking: I need a vacation. For real.

I am 38 years old, and I've never been on a real vacation as an adult. Oh yeah, I've been plenty of places on the company's dime. All over the place.

But to plan something on my own? NO. And that's a shame.

One of the Original Oldgirls Ms. JustWriteNow, that fly poetess Sharon, called on Sunday, and we had a long convo about the family cruise she and her HUGE clan are taking around Thanksgiving. I keep getting these emails about it, and it was good to hear her talk about it. I could feel the excitement through the phone. She was trying to talk me into going. As usual, I have excuses...

"N'awl girl, I'm trying to pay off some stuff."

My cup runneth over with excuses.

That, and I am constantly working. I had a doctor's appointment today, and I was chit-chatting with my doctor. I told her I have a 4 day weekend for the fourth of July. Her eyes got big, and she almost dropped my chart. She's so accustomed to snapping on me for working too much.

Then she proceeded to tell me alllll about the 2 week vacation she's taking to her home of India over the fourth of July weekend. Shoot, I think she goes to India twice a year. . . for two weeks each time.

Sigh.

I need a vacation.

Funny thing, I've been invited all over the place this year. I glance from side to side, wondering. .

"Are you talking to me?"

I've made it a goal to take these negroes up on some of these offers.

But hear me now, believe me later. This Oldgirl is taking a vacation.

Ya'll gonna be like. . . Dang Oldgirl, you blogging from the Moon?

LOL!!

That's my goal. Take a REAL vacation within the next twelve months.

Thanks Miss Celie for posting those pics... You know how to make an Oldgirl. . .think.

Reminds me of the relaxation I am longing for, and how I must step out and do something about it.

And when I do go on vacation? I've learned from that Oldgirl Miss Celie that I must take plenty of:

Ultra sheen.

Afro sheen cosmetics.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

More Congrats in Store, More, More, More: Congratulations Lil' Cory!!

Man, I don't know what's going on lately, but it seems like good GOOD stuff is happening for people all around me. There's stuff going on that I didn't even blog about.

But, if you don't know by now, KNOW THIS:

I ABSOLUTELY love when someone I know achieve's a special goal in their life.

I LOVE IT. I LOVED-ED it.

If you don't know, you better ask somebody. Yeah, I'ma be skipping around, singing the smurf song, clapping my hands hard, tossing rose petals high in the sky...

I Love to see someone achieve goals... doing good postive things! And you know, I'm not thinking about the achievement, I am thinking about the story behind the process and path to that goal.

And I was wailing, yelling and crying this weekend at LadyTee's baby cousin Lil' Corey's graduation.

Congratulations Lil' Cory!!!!!!!!!





Lil' Cory graduated from Atlanta Area Tech this weekend.





If seeing Lil' Cory graduate wasn't enough of a treat enough, I got a chance to see the Hardest working man in show business, Tom Joyner, give the commencement speech.


That man is something funny. I have GOT to catch a Sky Show when it comes back to town.

You may ask why we call him "Lil' Cory". Afterall, he's a huge linebacker looking dude, lol. Well, LadyTee's man was named Cory. So we called her man "Big Cory". We came up with "Lil' Cory" to distinguish the two.

And he was little at one time. I remeber when he was 2 or 3 years old, and me and LadyTee would pick on him something terrible, have the poor boy wailing, even. His Mama, Nita (miss you, Nita!) would yell at us, and warn us constantly:

"You know the boy gonna be big when he grow up, right? He's gonna get ya'll back!"
We were like. . . so what. And we kept picking on him.

He got big. Was huge by age 12. Could pick us up and move us out of his path. Thus, we tred quietly around him.

He has been our rap expert FOREVER. We use to pay him no mind, but then we started seeing trends. Cory knew the hot music. He would boom different artists LOUD on his stereo equipment. We all do that, yeah. But, the difference is, Lil' Cory would do this 2 to 3 years before they blew up, before anyone had ever heard of them.

"Lee, this group is called Wu Tang, and you watch, they gonna be worldwide in a minute."
"Shut up, Cory, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Ya'll hear this right here? That's that Kast [Outkast]. They local folk right there. They gonna do it."
"Cory, shut up! And turn that mess down!"

"These peeps right here. Cash Money Millonaires. This boy name Master P. They gonna be fiya!!"
"Man, turn that mess off. You always playing some craziness."

Well, after awhile, well. . . Over the years, let's just say I get in contact with Lil' Cory before buying questionable music. He is ALWAYS right.

Anyhow, Lil' Cory has had a rough time of it over the years. Both parents passed away, and he's moved around a lot. He dropped out of high school. I mean, there were times when I hoped he was alright, where ever he was. Sometimes, all you can do is pray for people.

Then. . .

He and I had a private conversation one day.

We (Me, lil' Cory and LadyTee) were standing outside at my car some seven years ago, I believe. It was a dark fall evening. We were at LadyTee's house, outside talking. LadyTee ran in the house to get something for me.

Lil' Cory looked over his shoulder. Then he turned back to me.

"Lee," he said. "I'ma tell you something, and don't you tell nobody."
I nodded. Didn't know what the heck he was about to say. I just nodded. Almost smiled.
"Lee, I've decided to go ahead on and get that GED. I'm going to do it."
"Well you do that, man," I said. "Go ahead on and do it."

We talked more about it. He wanted to do it, but didn't want every one on him about it, pressuring him, I suppose.

I socked him on arm, popped him in his chest, told him he could DO IT.

I get a lot of that. I have convos with folk and they break out with "Lee, I got something to tell you, but don't tell nobody."

When I hear THAT? I'm like - Awwwwwww, suki, suki, now!!!

Why? Because that is the START of things right there. That person has been privately pontificating about something they want to do. Then I imagine them getting so swole up with the idea that they got to just tell somebody.

And they like to tell me. Let's just say I've seen one other person reach a goal this week, and I am not even blogging about that, since it's too private. But I saw the light in that person's eyes, and uh... got all happy again!!!

And that's how I'm feeling about Lil' Cory right about now.

He not only got his GED. Shoot, he did that a few years ago.

He went on to get his degree in Dental Lab Technology.

He not only achieved his GED goal... He went over and beyond.

And seeing him march into the Atlanta Civic Center in his cap and gown, I got a little choked up.

We had a convo awhile back during his first year of school. He explained the intricacies of denture making. I didn't know what the heck he was talking about. I just remember him being VERY enthusiastic in his explanation of the tools he used and all that. I had the *blank stare* most of the time, trying to take it all in. I eventually smiled, and asked if he was gonna be able to hook up the gangsta grills. He said he was thinking about it! LOL!! I also wanted to know if I could get the free teeth cleanings. (You know how we always looking for the "hook-up").

But, while he was explaining his craft to me, and now while at that graduation, I was remembering that night he said he verbalized that GED goal and was gonna do some things...

And here we were... he had done that and more.

So, congratulations, Shawty!! (Yeah, I'ma call you what you call me, man! LOL)

You know me, I took plenty of pictures. A TON.

I'll only post a few here.

First of all, Cory's best friend was there. Nothing like a BFF representin' for ya.


I think ol' Rodney has been his road dawg since high school. And that's a good thing!

LadyTee's Mama "Babs" was cheesing a bit too hard. That chick was fighting to get in the pictures, showing all 32 teeth.

"We need you to turn down the wattage, Babs!" LadyTee said.

It was as if the sun was blinging off her teeth. But she ignored us. She was happy for her nephew, and rightly so. So smile as big as your heart's delight, Babs!!!!!

All the fellas lined up for a group pic with Cory.


I tell you, why can't the young folks smile? Why do they have to always look like they're about to make a hardcore rap video? Even Rodney's little son got his mean-mug going.

Anyhow, that's cool.

Because there was one person with the sweetest smile of all. . .

Cory's 3 month old apple-cheeked baby girl.


Now, I was standing outside of Nell's graduation a few weeks ago, talking to Cory, and I asked him what his baby's name was.

Her name is "Korea"," he said.

*Crickets. MAD a$$ crickets*

I snapped on him. "How the heck you gonna name your child after some foreign country?"

He stared at me. "Lee, it's Corya. She has my name, just add an "a" to it."

I nodded. "Oh, my bad, my bad. That's cool. That's a good name!"

And Lil' Cory killed the mean mugging when it came to his baby girl, Corya.


His girlfriend was very proud. I can tell by that "leaning on the shoulder" thing she was doing. (Ladies, you know how we get when we know we got a good man!)

Baby Corya was sharp... Even down to the Polo sneakers.



Not suprising, because Lil' Cory is always sharp as a tack. Some 10 years ago, he taught me how to properly iron and crease pants, using the bootleg starch you mix in a bottle. ("Lee don't you EVER fool with that starch in the spray can. That's booty. Don't you EVER use that!!!")(I'll never forget that longwinded discussion! LOL).

More pics of Cory and Corya.



He's such a proud papa!!!

I'm proud of SO many people right now. I don't know WHAT'S going on this past week, but I've been getting good news from so many folks... I wake up with a smile every morning!

And Cory, I am, most of all, proud of you.

I saw it in your eyes, the fall night we were outside talking.

I wish we coulda got a snapshot of the future when we were talking way back then. But you didn't need it.

You had the one thing that you needed-

FAITH IN YOURSELF.

No glimpse into the future can trump that. And that was all you needed.

So Shawty... go hook some folks up with much needed dentures. . . or the occasional gangsta grill.

All I want to know is can you hook an Oldgirl up with some free dental cleaning?

LOL!!

Proud of you, man. Really, really proud!!! I know that you will do great things.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Food for Thought, Serenity Style: "Someone's got a New House!!!!"

*LadyLee skips up and down the street, yelling hard through a bullhorn!*

Somebody's got a new hooooooussssssssse!


*LadyLee snatches rose petals off a bush and tosses them high in the air*

Somebody's got a new hooooooousssssssssse!!!!!

*LadyLee does the HARD Rockette kick and follows it up with a back flip*

Somebody's got a new hooooooousssssssssse!!!!!

*LadyLee sheds crocodile tears from overwhelming glee, and from busting her behind on the hard concrete after doing that back flip.*

Nope. It's not I, LadyLee.

BUT... It is another Platinum Plus Card Carrying Original Oldgirl!

Serenity 3-0!!!!

My homegirl. . . My baby blog sista.

Serenity 3-0 has a new houuuusssssssse!!!

Look here... come close. . .

Can you tell how ecstatic I am about this!!

Can you??

Shoot, I'm all excited. Serenity 3-0 closed on her first home yesterday. June 26, 2008 will FOREVER be an important day for THAT Oldgirl.

I knew she was closing sometime yesterday, in the morning. I remember being back deep in the lab, concentrating hard on some work, and looking down at the cord that held my badge, and realizing that I did not have my cell phone clipped to the cord. I immediately thought, "I gotta get back to my desk, cause that Serenity is going to be sending out a mass text about this closing.
I hate texting. I'm old school. Pick up the phone and call ya girl, you hear me?

But I like texts from Serenity. Afterall, she taught me how to text. LOL!! (Really, she did).

Anyway, I rushed to my desk and saw my cell phone blinking. Sure enough, she'd sent out a text:
"Everything went well and I am now a homeowner!"

All I could do is smile like Celie smiled.

So congrats girl... I can just see you strutting up in that office and throwing down your Original Oldgirl Platinum Plus Card. . .

BAM. . .

*Everyone at the closing table jumping from fright*

*Serenity 3-0 staring down everyone around the table and saying ever so softly... Gimme a pen- let's do this*

LOL!!

I'm sure it didn't quite go like that (Or did it, S?)

Anyway, our convos of late have been about the house. I remember talking to her, either by phone or on IM (shoot man, trust me, it's ALL running together), asking certain questions.

"Serenity, you got your money together?"
"Yes."
"Whatever the closing amount, take some extra money with you, about a third as much."
"OK, Lee."
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, Bl-, Bl-, Bl-, BLAAAAAAAH, Serenity?!?!?"
"OK, Lee."

Ya'll just don't understand.

Serenity, I erased a bunch of your email the other day, maybe about 6 months worth.

All 1037 of them.

Goodness.

Ya'll just don't understand.

So maybe I'll explain.

Everyone sees the LadyLee blog as FUNNY, FUNNY. . . I like to skip along like a smurf, you see.

But one day, back in late 2005 I believe, a youngster named Serenity23, came stomping HARD all over my blog, talking MUCH trash about "Why don't you post something that could help a sista out!!"

I believed she even cussed at me a couple of times.

I didn't know this chick well enough, not enough for her to show up in MY house (blog), acting a plumb fool.

But for all the ladies that read her blog. . . Well, you know how good it is. I'd go over there and blog outta control in her comment section, and then skip right back over to my blog and have fun, fun, FUN!!!

So she was reading, and she was like "What the hell?"

LOL!!!

So those "Food for Thought" posts I do ever so often, the very serious posts... those are mandated by her, those are for her. (I can't STAND her fussing at me about my smurfiness so I must do something to sedate her. LOL!).

Serenity, you've really pulled the best out of me over the past few years here. You truly have...

So in honor of your FABULOUS accomplishment, I offer a little, uh- "Food for Thought"

It won't be long, hon...

But I think it will give you the gist of how I'm feeling right now.

How excruciatingly happy I am for you.

Food for Thought: Serenity Style.

When I think of Serenity 3-0 over the past few years, I think of something interesting:

Words, jumbles of words.

Words, words, words, a plethora of words.

When I think of Serenity and her blog, I think of how-

Words produce thoughts…
Thoughts produce action…
Actions produce our destiny…

Last fall, I believe, I'd gone to one of my book club sista's homes for a meeting, and I saw something on one of the end tables of her living room. It was a family vision of sorts. The kids of the family had even memorized it.

I came back to work the following weekend, and mentioned on the crazy email thread that me and my blog sistas kick during the day, this "vision statement" I saw, and how I wished that I'd had something like that growing up. I suggested that we should all come up with our personal visions for our own lives. Where do we want to be financially, emotionally, spiritually, etc? What are our goals? Stuff like that.

I threw it out there and forgot about it. Afterall, I had a good 4 months to think on it, you see.

Of course, Serenity didn't forget about it. She's in that "mode" anyway.

I do remember going over to her blog, that following week, and seeing her blog out of control concerning the vision for each area of her life - financially, spiritually, emotionally, physically. I mean, the girl ran with it HARD.

And that's when I REALLY understood the power of words. Of course, she'd been documenting and goal setting anyway, but she got real "gazelle intense" about it. She set goals, she made calls.

When she fell down, she dusted herself off and got right back up. . . and kept it moving.

Ya'll know how she do.

She's accomplishing everything she sets out to do. . . with a vengeance.

I was talking to her the other day, about house stuff and planning and all that. And I just had to mention, that I was in awe. Not just in the accomplishment she was about to achieve

But in how all this began. . . with mere words.

Words produce thoughts…
Thoughts produce action…
Actions produce our destiny…

I've heard her talk about how she has cried at times, getting a bit discouraged. . . and that has been the time we have, on email or blog or wherever, gathered around and encourage her.

Everything's a process, you know. . .

"Success is in the process, and if you don't quit you will succeed."

Really though.

Serenity, I've seen you burn through "The Process" over the past 3 years. The good, the bad, all of it. You've constantly talked about it, asked us to get in agreement in prayer with you about things. Heck, you even asked us to fast for a day over some things. (Uh, don't do that no more because an Oldgirl's stomach was growling hard THAT day. LOL!)

But seriously, S? I am happy for YOU!

So, something for you all to think about for the weekend:

Start thinking of where you are and where you want to be. Start writing it down. Keep writing about it. If you have fears concerning what you want to do, write about that too. Just get something on paper where you can see it. Stick it up on the refrigerator, on the bathroom mirror, in the car, whereever.

I am totally convinced from all of this, something important is born: VISION.

Secondly, who's around you? Do you have people around you supporting your agenda, or are they discouraging you? Sit down, evaluate who's around you. You got people around you who got your back, who praying for you? You got people around you who pour into your spirit, and they pour into yours? Or are you dealing with some straight up bootleg suckas?

I am totally convinced today, right here, right now, that us attaining our vision for our lives is DIRECTLY related to our support systems, the types of people we have around us. Who are you talking to? What words are coming out of your mouth? What are they saying to you?

We get this figured out? I'm talking about our vision for ourselves and getting support for our visions?

I have no doubt that we've solved 99% of our problems and issues. Prove to me that that ain't the case. Look at your own life, especially them bootleg times, and more importantly, the days of success, and tell me that ain't the case.

Relationships and frienships are important. They are either bridges to your destiny or they are holding you back, keeping you in bondage. One or the other, there’s no in between.

I've said it before, I'll scream it again. If I'm a good support for you, good. That's what you need.

But if you're around people who don't support your goals? Leave them alone. RUN in the other direction. Especially if I'm that person. Run real fast from me. (I'm for real, man. You're just that important that you shouldn't have to deal with the bootleg.

I've learned to understand these truths in my 38 years, but it has been an HONOR to watch my baby blog sista Serenity be real intense in these areas...

She started with words, a plethora of words, words, words.

She has an OUTSTANDING fan base/blog fam over at her blog, who lift her up, encourage her, and push her forward. I mean, I get encouraged my own doggone self when I read her comment section.

I'm convinced with those ingredients in the mix... you can do anything.

She's proven that quite nicely.

Congratulations, Chicken. (my pet name for her. Inside joke).

You're doing the darn thing. Can't wait for the housewarming.

Serenity said something the other night on IM that made me frickin' shudder in my shoes. She said something that just about snatched the breath out of my body...

"I feel so good. I want to reach out and help others. I did it, they can do it to. I just want to help others."

When I read that? I was like... whoa. I could tell, just from what she was writing, that she's working some things out in her head. Not for herself, but for others.

Already thinking. . . about she can sow some of the things she has learned into other's lives.

Oh... the things this girl is about to do. Who's gonna benefit from her knowledge?

Goodness.

I. can't. wait. to. see.

Congratulations Serenity on that new home.

I am so proud or you.


So with that said. . . the virtual blog party is ON and POPPING. We celebrating, and we celebrating HARD!!!

You know how we get down with the get down at the House of LadyLee...

Ain't no party like a LadyLee party, cuz a LadyLee party don't STOPPPPPP!!!!

We got music (check out that playlist to the right!)

And we got plenty of food. Grab a plate, get your eat on...


And we got it all here. You know I had to fire up the grill:







Serenity love herself some Mexican food, especially fajitas, so we got that for the party!


Ya'll know how Serenity considers herself a wine sommieler of sorts. So we can't have a party without good wine. I got several bottles of Bee-yotch on ice!

And you KNOW there's always someone hollerin' about they don't eat pork. GEEZ!! So for them, I grilled up some shrimp and crab!





I cooked up some gumbo...

And for you REAL country folk: My grandma brought over some chittlins!



The salmon and biscuits are almost ready!



And for the super health counscious folks, we have all the stir-fry you can eat!








Grab a plate, and Party ON!!!

Oh, and don't forget to leave room for dessert.

"Grab that doggone ice cream out the freezer, playa!" LadyLee yells to her neighbor Tiny.



Party People, make sure you have a few of LadyLee's Oatmeal Raisin walnut cookies and Chocalate Chip Pecan cookies.


We got more dessert: double chocolate cake!!

Yeah, you know I got it covered...

"Ain't no party like a LadyLee party,

'Cuz a Ladylee party don't... STOP!!!!!!!!!!!"

LOL!!

Congrats again, You Homeowner You!!! Can't wait to see what you do NEXT.

Monday, June 23, 2008

The Great Refrigerator Meme!

Tag time...

The rules of this meme are as follows:

*Post the rules before the pictures/descriptions.
*Take a few shots of what's hiding in your fridge..freezer...pantry...cupboards. The more the better.
*You can either simply just include the pictures or even better give some description of what's in there...your favorites...where you shop..how (or how not) it's organized...and/or whatever else you want to include. The more info the better...
*NO tidying up! If you want to turn around things so you can see the labels thats fine...but no re-arranging or cleaning things up. The whole point is to see things the way they actually are...naturally. If there is nothing in your fridge show that... Just keep it real!
*Keep the tag going. Pick 7 other bloggers to join in on the fun and tag them by including their names after your post and by leaving a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged. I think it would also be great if you would let the person who tagged you know once you have posted your pictures.



I think I will concentrate on describing bizarre stuff going on in my fridge.

So, here we go!!

On the front of my 'fridge are VERY old photos of my late orange tabby Jeremy Girard and Oscar-Tyrone as a kitten. These photos are 11 years old. I found them while going through an old box of photos.



I want to WAIL whenver I see these photos. I MISS YOU, JEREMY!!

Here we have the usual stuff like margerine and sour cream and cream cheese. I also have some feta cheese for my salad.

I also have a little sliced jicama and ghee. (I'll let you look that up if you don't don't what that is!)


My sister Kentucky likes that little stuff that comes in little containers, like what you see here: apple sauce, jello, and yogurt. There's some cornbread ( I get that for a buck a hunk at the farmer's market. It's better than that doggone Jiffy, Southern black gal!).

There's also a thing of hot ground turkey sausage that I better crack open before it goes bad. I have a wierd thing for expensive salad dressing. I have a pint of Spicy Thai and Mediterranean. They cost 6 bucks a piece. (Don't worry, they last me a couple of months. That right there is enough for the rest of the summer).

In the carton is some leftover Yum's shrimp and fries. I blogged about Yumm's back on Christmas 2006. They got the GOOD $6.95 18 piece shrimp and fries dinner. And it's enough for at least three meals, man!!


I got this thing for pure Cranberry juice.

I don't drink the bootleg Ocean Spray, which is only 10 % juice. (YUCK!). A dash of the pure stuff in a quart of water wakes an oldgirl up every morning! I also see my oatmeal raisin muffins. That will be breakfast for the week. There's a container of cut-up strawberries there also. Kentucky LOVES the Vitamin water.

In the left hand door of the fridge: There's butter, and plenty of it. (I let Kentucky fool with that bootleg Country Crock). I love curry pastes, so I got plenty of that on hand. >There's a small package of Hawaiian Kona coffee beans. That coffee costs $26 dollars a pound. I only bought a fourth of a pound. The date of purchase, per the package tag, is June 26, 2007. So as you can see, I don't drink much coffee. When I make it at home, I like that good Hawaiian stuff, man!

Oh yeah, and there's a bottle of B*tch on that bottom shelf. I have been trying to get a bottle of B*tch to my bookclub sista Kim since January. Once again, we have to wait for another meeting because we couldn't hook up meetings this week.

Moving to the right hand door: Kentucky keep a gang of salad dressing there. We can run a small salad bar with all the types we have here. I got this thang right now, thanks to my Auntie Joyce, for non-alcoholic beer, so I always have bottles of it in the fridge.

There's a bottle of pure muscadine juice on the top shelf of the fridge door. And there's a bottle of muscadine wine. I like to give wine as a gift to the host of whatever gathering I'm attending, but this weekend, we had no host, so uh... the wine just sits there.



Here's Kentucky's cabinet. There's a lot going on- pop tarts, Swiss miss. Yeah, and it's packed tight. I hardly ever fool around in there...
I don't care for regular store spices. I get mine at Dekalb Farmer's market. Why, you may ask, because they waaay more potent than that store bought craziness. VERY STRONG. So I get stuff like cumin, tumeric, garlic powder, coriander, and other wierd ish like that there. Sooo much better! As you can see, there is WAAAY too much stuff going on in this cabinet. WAY tooo much!
And Southern Black gal, look up there in that left corner. That's REAL cornmeal mix. Throw away that bootleg jiffy and get some of THAT. (Just playing. I rarely make cornbread. Jiffy still SUCKS anyhow, but as long as you like it. . .)

The freezer is interesting. . . It needs to be cleaned out or something. Kentucky's liver is about to get tossed in the trash if she don't cook it. That package has been there for six months.
I see there's a GANG of ice! I am ever so slightly anemic these days and I feel an ever so slight craving for ice, nothing like when I was severely anemic. So, I think I will go take my iron pills, and have a small glass of ice.

There's a half gallon of Blue Bell's homemade vanilla ice cream. Man, that is my favorite. But I usually buy the pint size. The store didn't have it, so I bought the larger one. Not good, because that container has been there for 6 weeks. I end up throwing it out before it's done, because it gets all gummy.



Kentucky likes the popsicles. (Eat some of the ice cream, Kentucky!). There are lots of random frozen meats in there. Nothing like mystery meat!


Finally, yesterday, I made some red bell pepper ketchup (no tomatoes, and it tastes much better). I rarely make that, and it's the reason why I wanted Grandma to teach me how to properly can so I can make a gang of it and shelve it.



So Auntie Joyce, you got a pint coming your way! You too, Babs aka "Bobbie Jean" (LadyTee's Mama)

So, I have done a sort of "inventory".

Trash day is tomorrow.

Guess I better go clean out the fridge and cabinets!