Oh, my

So, I volunteer at at animal shelter, cleaning cages, staffing adoption events, etc. one or two days a month. I can’t do fostering right now, because I am not home enough to provide good care, but I just got an email today re: dogs needing foster (so they’re not euthanized because the shelter is full). This dog is too cute not to be adopted. Somebody better get her:


Sweet, sweet, sweet. And, look how cute. Unconditional love in that little package? You’d be a fool not to take her home with you.



Today is the day I get motivated — spring is here, rebirth and rejuvenation is upon me! No more bad food, bad habits, bad attitude. Just fun, fun, fun, all the time!


Uptown is opening on April 15th. Gina at Ginagraphics did a great job on the logo — one more revision, and we’ll be good to go. And, Olive is up and running — three clients! No money yet, but whatever, it’s fun anyway, and it’s not costing me anything. So, these are things to be thankful for and that provide some relief from an otherwise mundane life on 120th Street.

Speaking of 120th Street, did you know there was something called Rap Snacks? I saw an empty package on the street when I was walking Lou this morning. Thank the Lord for Russell Simmons’ Hip Hop Yoga to act as a counter to high-fat, high-calorie, low-nutrition foods marketed to people of color. It’s a good bet, these aren’t available in Whole Foods.



Whew. I’m just saying.

Bad Hair Day

Also, this is what my hair looks like right now. I have to find a cheap sylist:

afro ken
Originally uploaded by douggiedoo16.

Some Fun Stuff

Here is the view out of my living room window across the street:

View out the LR windoww

Here is the view standing on my stoop, and looking east:

From my front stoop looking east


So bad! I had all these plans for how I could fix my life in 24 hours, but I was a lazy slob today. Lou and I went to the park, then I got a coffee, came home and did the Rodney Yee (easier than Hemalaya Behl) yoga tape for 30 minutes. How can I be sweating like a pig when all I’m doing is breathing and stretching? Pitiful. And, speaking of pitiful, I got the weirdest direct mail piece today. It was addressed to The Family at my address. It was a brochure for an outfit that sells “skirmish weekends” to families, where you go out in the woods and shoot each other with paintballs, in camoflauge, on courses with names like “The Hood”! I’m NOT KIDDING. You can also have a BBQ or kid’s birthday party at their facility. This does not seem very family to me, and I spent the last 4 years in ham-loving, deer-hunting, peanut-eating Virginia. I’m country, y’all. But this? Kind of weird.

In Lou news, only one person asked me if he was a wolf today. He was an old man, dressed to the nines, with a snappy cane and he said, “Hey, girl, is that a wolf?” I said, “Why would I have a wolf as a pet?” He said, “You know how black folks are.” He made my day! We both broke up laughing. I told him Lou was a coyote, rottweiler, pit-bull mix. So funny.

I’m also still working on the linear regression model for the bones — it’s hard because we don’t take the same route all the time, so going back through the data to figure out where the propensity for bone sighting-eating is is a challenge. Can you say procrastination? I surely don’t feel like putting together two slide decks for what turns out to be some anciillary off-site presentation at the WOMMA conference. At least I’ll get to see my old alma mater. Go Maroons!

Okay, so

Maybe I won’t be going to Montreal next week — boo! I have lots of travel un-arranging to do for work because of that whole WOMMA thing. I thought it was at the beginnign of the week, and it’s actually at the end of the week. Par for the course.

In other news, no celebrity sightings today, but I did get the best presents in the mail:

1) a HUGE box from my Aunt Eunice! It was full of yarn, yarn, some yarn, yarn, and more yarn. I am so excited to get to work on making more goodies — I just figured out how to knit in the round without it coming out crooked, so socks for everyone this Christmas. There are pinks and oranges and greys and reds … all of a quality I would never buy for myself. Plus, she sent me some works in progress that I can either take apart or finish (I’m taking it apart, because, I mean, come on — I’m not trying to cable knit anything!); and

2) RAT POISON! My mom and dad are accessories before the fact to the death of Ferdinand and his brothers. On the one hand, I feel like a loser that my Saturday is going to be all about poisoning the mouse. Well, actually it will be like this:

* Get up
* Walk Lou to the coffee shop & buy a large w/3 Equals
* Come home, drink coffee while watching 2 episodes of Living Single on Oxygen Network
* Do Hemalaya Behl’s Morning Quickie Yoga workout
* Map out a strategic plan for placing poison around the unit
* Place poison according to plan
* Work on WOMMA presentations while keeping one eye on the closet to see if Ferdinand or one of his friends comes out, tiny claws clutching the throat saying, “I see the light”, or “Elizabeth, I’m coming”, or “Rosebud”.

Can’t Sleep

So much work to do, so little time. I submitted 2 papers for review/consideration to present at the WOMMA (word of mouth marketing association) conference next week, and they both got accepted. This is hilarious, I mean, HIGH COMEDY. Who am I? A frustrated anthropologist, passable pianist, good cellist, crafty knitter and new blogger. What the hell do I know about marketing? People might demand their money back if they come to my session, because I am 100% sure that my research is bogus — it’s all based on intuition. At least I get to go to Chicago for free. Right after, I’m off to Montreal to see Erica, Andrew and Tiny Baby A (whose real name is Atticus. This is a brilliant name for a baby, by the way, so don’t steal it. I can’t wait to meet him.)

So, today? Ugh. No celebrity sightings, the belly lump is bigger than ever, Lou is crazy with the itching, and I had popcorn for dinner. One would think I’d be skinny by now. Apparently, popcorn has lots of calories. Who knew? Maybe it’s the tumor.

Later – j.