Five mo' to go

I'm beginning to see a hint of muscle definition in my abs. So far I'm working with a one pack. Only five more to go...

Joy of Cooking feat. BGI

I'm experiencing an overload of creativity right now. I'm exploring various outlets to release this energy. Lately one of my outlets has been cooking. BGI has been in the kitchen whipping it up! On weekend mornings I tune into the food channel. Watching so many episodes of "Paula's Home Cooking" and "Semi-Homemade Cooking with Sandra Lee" inspire me to get my hands dirty in the kitchen. I never thought of myself as the domestic type but I really enjoy cooking.

Depending on what you're making it can be a lot of work, but its still fun. The final product is worth it. There's nothing better than making something really good and nourishing the bodies of those you care about. It gives me a sense of accomplishment when people compliment my meals.

A lot more goes into cooking than seasoning up some meat, popping it in the oven and serving it over a bed of rice. Of course, sometimes that's all there is to it, but other times there's more to it. Think about how different flavors meld together, how temperature affects your creation, marinating, mixing flavors, baking, broiling, grilling...there's so much you can do.

Another thing is that preparing your own food gives you ultimate control over what you put into your body. I mean, you always have control, but do you want to choose from the selections presented by some disgruntled Taco Bell employee, or do you want to take control? I don't know about ya'll but TB always gives me the bubbleguts. I still eat it sometimes though. What can I say? Fast food is my weakness.

Random sidebar: remember the rumor that Taco Bell uses kangaroo meat in their restaurants? Or was that Jack in the Box? Damn, I can't remember which one it is. Too many rumors of unethical food practices for me to keep up with.

To bring it all in: cooking is fun, fast food may give you the bgs but it's still good, and making your own food is healthier for your body.

Peace.

I'm officially an adult now...

Yesterday I turned 25. I've been caught up in the birthday celebration hoopla for the past week or so, but now that it's over reality has begun to set in. I rang in my new year with a night on the town on Saturday, a beach bonfire on Sunday, and a party at the Monday Night Football spot yesterday. I had a good ass time.

By the way, the bonfire was fantastic! My fam was representing, old and new friends came out, we had burgers, links, liquor, herb, music, people...we even had my friend's neighbor, the random white middle aged dude, cranking the soulja boy and doing the cupid shuffle on the beach. Hilariosity. Superman that hoe, Dave! It was kind of like watching Napoleon Dynamite's uncle get down.

Thankfully this birthday was drama free (I'm sure we all remember last year) and spent with my loved ones. It was so good to see some of my family members and friends who I haven't seen in ages come out for my bonfire. It felt great that they came out to see me for my special day. That meant more to me than any material gifts.

In a way I feel like I made some some kind of milestone when I made 25. Like I made the transition from being a girl into a woman. Or, I should say the transition from a girl-woman to a full-fledged woman. I believe that females evolve from girlhood to womanhood in stages.

Although I feel like an official adult now, I'm still a big kid at heart. I watch bad tv, I eat cereal for dinner (like, three times a week!), and I drink my chocolate milk with a spoon. I do that one in private, though.

Peace ya'll.

100th Post

Wow, I made 100! How am I supposed to commemorate that? Let's see...go me! It only took me a year and a half to make the 100 mark.

I want to take a moment to thank my readership (however many there are of you out there), my regular commenters (you know who you are), and all lurkers. I'm a lurker too. It's all love.

Admittedly I go through these weird phases when I have so much stuff going on in my head that I can't get it out onto the dashboard but I love blogging and I love writing. Thank you all for taking the time to read my thoughts, no matter how odd they may seem.

Peace ya'll.

Oh, is that right?

I couldn't really think of a title for my random thoughts today.

Ya girl is going to be 25 next Monday. My birthday came around much faster than expected. I'm excited for it though. I'm planning a beach bonfire for my special day. A small gathering with friends and family. My mom is going to be pissed, because she's on potato salad duty, and initially I told her that I planned on only having 10-15 guests. So far it's looking like 20 or so. Oops.

I'm having a little trouble finding a birthday outfit. I'm so indecisive. Nothing has really piqued my interest. I have an idea of what I want, but I just haven't found it. Funny, I experience the same thing in my dating life.

In the past seven days I've had the craziest dreams. One dream included Jay-Z setting me up with Ludacris, another one with me hanging out with Kanye West, and another with me shooting at my sister with a rifle gun. I need to stop firing up the greenery before nighty-night.

Fashionista Diaries is my new favorite show. Obviously, I'm rooting for team Janjay. She is the most competent between her and her colleague.

I'm so not the typical Virgo. Well, in some ways I am, because I'm very prissy, a bit of a diva, and I have a demure persona with a secret wild side. But I'm kind of messy, disorganized, and ADD-ish. I'm a little daring and spontaneous, with a touch of recklessness. Not at all uptight, but definitely conscientious. I'm all over the place.

I haven't blogged about my dating life much lately, because I thought it was bad luck. But I think not blogging about it is bad luck. It's been a lot going on like ya'll wouldn't believe! I need to update you on that. I don't even know where to begin. Yes, it's like that...

I'll put it to you like this -- I'm playing the field again and it's nothing nice. I'm a monster when it comes to these dudes. She's back with plenty of stories to tell.

Play on, players. Peace.