Belle of the ball

I went to an inaugural ball. An unofficial inaugural ball, but a ball all the same. It just felt good to be out and about, in the moment, part of the electric energy that was Washington D.C that night. And waht a great night it was. Cold though - which is why though resplendent in my Vera Wang silk and chiffon dress, I accessorized with black thermal leggings. Terribly unchic, I know, but muy, muy smart, if I do say so myself. And I do.

p.s guess the celebrity in the photo with me?

Love ya, pp

Awwwww

Whoohoo! So Obama is the presumptive nominee - and I am bursting with pride like I'm his mama or something. This is a big one for me, and not just because I am black, but because this election cured me of my prior apolitical ways. You must understand that coming from Nigeria, politics was more or less a joke for me. Half the time, the elections were rigged and ballot boxes were stuffed- that is, when the military junta didn't stage a 'coup d'etat' (Yeah, fun times). Small wonder politics left a bitter taste in my mouth for the longest time. And then along came the 2008 democratic primaries and I was fired up, even to the point of voting in my FIRST ever primary elections. Now, I was this close to voting for Hil (I can call her that, right?) but after 'Big O' pulled that big win in Iowa, I was like whoa, He could really do this! And it was all down hill for Ms Clinton (in my opinion at least) from then on, with her stomach churning 'political jabs'. What infuriated me the most was the fact that she came across like she felt she was somehow 'entitled' to the nomination right off the bat. Got my goat, I tell ya. Then a friend emailed over this picture and I was like, awww...
The very image of how things could be, makes me so very proud to be American and to be part of the process. And now, I wouldn't have it any other way.

p.s I really cannot stand Elisabeth Hassleback on 'The View'. She is one annoying chick. I have no problem with Republicans or people with opposing views, but seriously? That lady can be so hateful. It's one thing to be a die hard Republican, but to hide behind that and take cheap shots at Obama? Or maybe she's angling for a cabinet position, cause you know Barbara (Walters) must find her so very annoying and would fire her if it wasn't such good TV. eitherAnd I don't care how much they 'love' each other on air. Ever since she took out Rosie, she's been feeling mighty tough. Maybe Whoopi will take her out. Oh pretty please, Whoopi? Okay, rant over. Brava, 'O to the B'! PP

SATC

Yes 'it's' here. 'It' being SATC. SATC being 'Sex and the City'. 'Sex and The City' being, (for all ye 'under rock inhabitants')apparently, the hottest thing since, well, 'Sex And the City' premiered on T.V. I am excited to watch this movie. This is news because, well, I have never watched one single episode from start to finish before. Like Ever. Shocking I know - in some circles I would be shot at sunrise. I even had a friend who bought me a dvd player as a present before they were de riguer just as an incentive for me to go out and get the box set. Or at least one dvd. I would be hooked, she was sure of it. Uh, well she was wrong. I watched it on HBO a while later and I just couldn't get into it. I couldn't relate. I mean, no one I knew was like any of those characters. Not as fabulous, not as sex starved, certainly not as old. This was in my glorious twenties when thirty was, you know, old. Which is why though I am excited to see the movie, I am kind of saddened that I am. I mean, does the fact that I can finally relate to Carrie mean that I am advancing in 'fabulousity' or that I am simply getting old? Like fine wine, of course, but aged nonetheless. I prefer to look at it as a shoe thing. Or maybe it's the more definitive fashion sense that I have acquired over the years, knowing what works for me and having my own style, which actually doesn't make me look demented in a fashion (no pun intended), just me. And stylishly so, if I do say so myself. That being said, I wouldn't be caught dead in that wedding dress. Or the headpiece for that matter. I'm not quite that fabulous, I'm afraid.

smooches, pp

I 'heart' Scott Baio

I have been watching way too much TV since I have all this time on my hands. I mean, I'm a reality TV junkie on any given day, but I'm now into EXTREME midnight reality TV marathons. So I have been watching the most random shows that I can find between 12 and 3 am. 'Scott Baio is 46 and pregnant' (on VH1) has been a favorite these days, along with 'The Salt n Pepa show' and quite a few others. Maybe it's the hormones, but there is something about this middle aged italian-american, former chronic bachelor that I find strangely appealing. He just seems like someone I would have had a crush on in say, grade school. I always went for the quirky types back then. Um, yeah, we'll chalk it down to lack of sleep.

Miracles do happen. I don't care if you believe me or not, but I have to put the word out just in case there's someone out there hoping for one. My darling sister-friend has had huge tumors in her lungs for over a year now and no chemo or radiography treatment was shrinking it so the doctors could not operate. Alot of good people and churches had been praying for and with her for a while, but the situation just never seemed to be getting better in the physical. But two days ago, God showed up. Hello! She went for her checkup and the doctors told her the tumors are rapidly shrinking. The keyword here is RAPIDLY. It's hard to understand if you didn't know her, or have never battled something like this, when modern medicine and treatment seems futile, but I feel like I am speaking to someone reading this today. God hears. God listens. God heals. God answers prayers. Praise God! Yup, I'm testifyin', y'all.

ps I have lost 1 pound. No, I'm not kidding. I need an intervention people!

muuah! pp