shree-yimp

Southern Dictionary:
shrimp - "shree-yimp"
mother - "moe-ther"
amen - "ay-min"
expression of exasperation - "Great day in the mornin'!" expression of exasperation, short-formed - "Great day!"

AJ Malett Jones and I went ("wee-int") to North Carolina this weekend for a women's conference at a church called East Side World Outreach Church (aka: "The Purple Church") this weekend and had an absolute blast. Let me tell you, those Southern women know a thing or two about love, life and laughter. I feel like I have a dozen mamas and a dozen more sisters in Shalotte now - and I miss them already.

AJ's little one, Zoe Abigail ("Abi") Jones, was a 4-month-old traveling MIRACLE. She grinned, snoozed and cooed through security checks, take-offs, landings, three days of conference, 37 degree heat, being jostled in car seats, strollers, cribs and various people's arms and even sleeping through a delayed flight in Washington D.C. on the way home and an impromptu hotel layover. Oh, and have I mentioned how cute she is?
Things I Learned:

1. Millionaires are sometimes confused as gardeners.
2. Lightening can strike your bum if you're sitting on a toilet during a storm.
3. There are at least five ways of eating rotisserie chicken.

two weeks

two weeks, at one time
the limit - but now two weeks
apart is as loss

it deserves to be mentioned...

...that A. and I celebrated a little milestone on Tuesday.

...and that I've been swooning ever since.


This first kiss on this cold street
could have jailed Galileo
for the heavenly point it proves
but tonight, merely moves
our two souls into steady revolution
around and about the warm fixed fact
of our brilliant lips.
Jason Guriel, "As Suggested By The Calculations Of Copernicus"

impostor

I'm hoping she doesn't become too popular...
...because then I'll end up reaping how much I teased my friend Ricardo Martin in university.

iBible

Yoinked from Angela's blog.

boys will be...men

Boy meets girl.
Girl comes on to boy.
Boy gives in.

"Well, what guy is going to turn that down?"

This story was relayed to me this morning by my co-worker (like, totally in more, like, detail). It's a morally complicated tale, involving infidelity, deception, and dodgy booty calls - the usual water cooler gossip - and was summed up with the dismissive quip:

"Seriously, what guy?"

Why does society not only excuse but expect animalistic behaviour from men? Why do we patronize them, like dogs, saying, "Well, what do you expect?", "He couldn't help himself.", or "Boys will be boys."

Girls, stop believing the media. Stop hardening yourselves. Stop making excuses for the behaviour that you will undoubtably be subjected to. Men are not animals. Men are not helpless to temptation. Men can be incredible, inspiring, caring creations.

As the daughter of one, the girlfriend of another, the sister of two, and, one day, hoping to be the mother of a few, I would like to stand up for men. I'd like to introduce my co-worker to not just one man, an anomaly, but many men who are "what guy".

"So society tells guys that we've got elephant-sized libido...that men are driven by sex and sexuality and that it's our number one focus, that's all men care about, it's pretty much all we're interested in...there's that saying that men think a sexual thought every five seconds - that's garbage."
- A. (March 19, 2006)

Where is my John Wayne?
Where is my prairie song?
Where is my happy ending?
Where have all the cowboys gone?
- Paula Cole

nessun parole

Before Al Pacino played a creep in Ocean's 13, before he had his face reconstructed with plastic surgery and tanning, he stole my heart in this scene from Scent of a Woman (1992).

I still get chills.