A friend of mine is 34 weeks pregnant and her baby’s room is all decorated and she has spent the better part of the last few months obsessing about color schemes. My niece is preparing for her pregnancy and just announced the crib is in and she and my nephew are having fun fluffing the nest. We get a weekly update from babycenter telling us how big the baby is in our belly right now…
We ended day two of the astronaut diet by having wine with our friend visiting from PR and neighbor. And a couple of snacks – and then collapsing into bed at 8:30 due to a blood sugar low then spike then low. After 11 hours of sleep, and a loss of two pounds, we greeted the day with oatmeal and decided moderation is better than outer space. Ground Control to Major Tum.
First evening of astronaut’s diet and I’m holding fast while T caves to two beers and a hot dog. Of course, when you’re as thin as her, you can cheat galore. But I’ve got to pull through to the other side. This is a big weekend – one that involves excess – and Fat Tuesday is days away and I’ve got to be a good Barbie, not a fat Barbie. This is Ground Control and…
An email shot through the neighborhood recently putting down Endymion because it is not a neighborhood parade. The writer was correct – it isn’t. People from Timbuktu come set up tents and chairs and camps and take over the neutral ground pretty much canceling out anyone from the hood walking over casually on the actual day of the parade and seeing it. I passed Orleans around lunchtime and the camps were getting started in earnest…
Scott at Jupiter was cutting my hair this evening, and he spun my chair around so we could watch the Krewe of Morpheus roll by. I was telling him about my ongoing education on black hair. Most of what I’ve been reading is that a black woman’s hair instead of being a source of pride is a source of misery. And that everything in the world is being done to burn it right off of…
Bayoudate: Astronaut’s diet started 7:00 AM 20 February 2009. Log: Did not weigh in, couldn’t bear it (get it?)
We left the parade and headed to Camelia Grill – an institution I told the boys – we waited in the typical line and then were seated within a reasonable amount of waiting. The service and food were horrible. What happened? I think it might be under new ownership since Katrina but long gone is the excellent service, the delicious and fresh tasting ingredients. My chili cheese omelet was uninspired and skimpy on the chili.…
It’s Carnival time and around 4 I drove my truck over to the Milan Lounge uptown and left it there. I biked home and then we all rallied at about 6 to head back uptown to catch Muses. Only every person and every publication had a different agenda – historically Muses is the third parade on the Thursday before Fat Tuesday. Generally doesn’t roll till around 7ish. Well, we got in a cab with a…
Now that we have found a routine of eating and drinking and chatting with our Croatian boys, they are going home tomorrow. Boo hoo.