I just read that movie version of The Kite Runner is set to be released next year. If it's anywhere near as painful and beautiful and ugly and heart-rending and touching and powerful as the novel is, what an amazing film this will be. Simply amazing.
I had some serious insomnia last night. Billy's on his way back from a business trip and last night I just couldn't settle down. I didn't go to sleep until 4am! I thought about jumping on the treadmill, but that didn't seem like a great idea at 2am. Instead, to busy myself, I decided to go through my humongous box of Cds, which has been a "box of Cds" since we moved here about 3 years ago. I only have about 100-and-somethin' Cds. I found 3 duplicates. Listen if you want...
India Arie, Acoustic Soul- 2 copies
This album is a jewel. I thought I left it in a rental car, which is why I bought another one. I love all the tracks on this album, but my top two are:
The Cranberries, Everybody Else is Doing It So Why Can't We- 3 copies
I don't even know why I have 3 copies of this CD. It's awesome. I love the Cranberries. I got all 3 copies during my college years. I guess with all the packing and unpacking, I thought I lost it a few time maybe. Favorite songs on this album:
Mariah Carey, Charmbracelet- 2 copies plus a bootleg
This is actually my least fav M.C. CD. I'm not inspired to share a track of this one.
I was SO excited to run across my Maxwell, MTV Unplugged CD. A.MA.ZING.album. The music! His voice! In my opinion, Maxwell's best album. His cover of Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work"--remember from that movie She's Having a Baby?--It's really a beautiful song. My favorite track from this album:
35 Years And they stiiiiiiiiiill together.
My parents celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary this week. Lord knows life for them ain't been no crystal stair. What they got goin' on is some old school black love (if you need an explanation, you'll never understand). They've been together almost 40 years. Unconditional love really does exist y'all. I'm a livin' witness. I've witnessed some serious bumps in the road with those two. But at the end of the day, when the dust settles (and on all the good days when there's no dust around), one can't be without the other. He's her Lurk and she's his Ann. Any way you slice it, they are together. For better or worse, richer or poorer, y'all know the rest. And that's just how it's gone be.
Secretly, I actually think it's kinda cool.
I have to admit, when it comes to marriage, I do have my limits. My love for Billy runs deep, but my marriage is conditional like a muffugga. Luckily I haven't been tried yet, so I can say that wholeheartedly. But I'm young, and our marriage is new. Holla at me in about 20 years after life and kids and whatnot--might be a different story.
Happy Anniversary Parents!
I just filled out the RSVP for our friend's wedding--the main reason we're going down there--and realized just how close I am to laying on the beach, chillin', breathing West Indies beach air.
Speaking of beach, I'm down one pant-size! I don't know what that is in pounds, because I'm not weighing myself, because honestly, I don't want to know. What matters to me is how I look. The number on the scale is not important. I'm trying to lose weight the right way this time, so I won't have to deal with this much weight again...ever. I'm trying to turn over new leaves and what better way to start than with this extra weight that's been hounding me for the past 5 years. Usually when I'm trying to lose weight, I do more talking than doing. And the doing I do is usually some restrictive diet, that leaves me hungry and stressed out. Anyway...
I wore these jeans I've been unable to wear for a while to a party last weekend. I didn't even know I could fit them until I said a hail mary and tried them on. Billy was impressed. I was cute y'all. I was so excited, I put on my gold strappy heels, a sparkly gold tank and all my gold jewelry. I was going to a birthday party, but I was dressed for my own private celebration.
Major change? Oatmeal every morning for breakfast. I usually have to wait until later in the day to eat, because I can't eat much in the mornings and once I'm at work, I get so busy that before I know it it's time for lunch and my metabolism is officially lazy. So I force myself to have oats for breakfast and I've noticed that M&Ms aren't calling my name by mid-afternoon; and by dinnertime, I'm satisfied with just a turkey sandwich and maybe fruit or something.
Since I'm 6 weeks out, this might be a good time to break out the big guns...my honeymoon pictures and my Tae-Bo VHS from 1998. I know newer versions are out, but it's a high calorie/fat-burning workout and Tae Bo is Tae Bo; ain't much changed in the new tapes 'cept maybe Billy Blanks covered his nipples? I want to do my Pilates DVD SO bad, but I'm still sore from my surgery last year and am unable to do all the movements in sequence, which is essential to the workout. So, between Tae Bo and sweatin' it out with the dogs, the beaches of St. Vincent should meet me lookin' a'ight.
Technically, it's "belated" but I'm still wishing you happiness in your 30th year. Cheronda had a "what tha...?" moment while we were talking just now, and we realized what day it was.
I love you, Paula. Enjoy your 30's. I'll holla at them joints in 'bout a year and a half. Peace.
Coolest Moments at my first family reunion:
1. Being reunited with my sister-cousin (not a hillbilly-sister-cousin-for-real, but my cousin who's like a sister to me) after 5 years. We're only 5 months apart in age, so we literally grew up together. The last time I saw Cheronda was 5 years ago when she was a bridesmaid in my wedding. She's the one person who probably knows me as well as I know myself. We spent SO. MANY. hours of our teenage years together. We really should have seen each other way before this event. She's in Arizona and I'm in Texas, so it really doesn't make sense for us to have gone so long without visiting. As Summer suggested, more frequent visits are in order.
2. Being a group again with Cheronda, Paula (my other sister-cousin) and my twin brother, Rodney. We ran together all the time growing up. We made The. Best. memories together. One of our most fun times was when we made a movie at my aunt Margie's house. We made a cooking show, complete with commercials, at Margie's house one time too. The movie we made was called Fisher (Instead of Hunter--remember that show?), I played a Mexican drug dealer/pimp named Chico who was trying to kill my "main girl" played by Cheronda. Paula and Rodney were the investigators who eventually killed me at the end. We had a keyboard for dramatic "action" and "suspense" music and everything. We were so crazy. At the Reunion picnic and the next night at the banquet, we were right back into our silly ways. It was awesome laughing so much with them again.
3. Finding out that my Uncle Billy (the man in the straw hat in the picture) is really not my Uncle Billy. He's my Uncle Norman. I had no idea until that weekend. He told me how, growing up, my Aunt Margie called him "Bitty" as in itty bitty because he was so skinny. The name caught on and by the time I was born and introduced to him he was called Uncle Billy. I have other cousins with nicknames, but I already know their real names. At least I think I do. Let's see...
There's T.C., whose real name is Billie
Wooky, whose really Karen
Shauncy, whose really Leigh
Whooty, whose really Curtis
James, whose also known as Mitch, but whose really Quan
Uncle Paps, whose also Main, but really Vivian
Lisa, whose really Alicia (I was pretty old before I learned that too.)
Aunt Teen, whose really Ernestine
Aunt Nomie, whose really Leona
Sister, who's real name is Vera
I can't think of his name... Marcus! Any kin reading this post, if you know any other names and care to, feel free to share.
Of course the list goes on, but you get the picture. Speaking of pictures, the album of pics from the picnic are posted. So many people didn't make it to the reunion. This is only a small piece of my family pie. I didn't have my camera the night of the banquet, so I'll have to wait to get those from my cousins.
I ran across this website while looking for school contact information for work. What a fun little contest: making prom-wear out of duct tape. I'm postive I would have participated in something like this if it existed...or if I knew it existed...when I was at prom age.
Ok. I know I said my next post would be about the family reunion, but I'm still waiting for pictures from some of my peeps for the gallery. In the mean time, I got some hills on my mind...
I'm SO mad I haven't been watching College Hill on BET. I saw the season finale of the third season yesterday and was surprised at how good it was. I'm going to try to catch the Season 3 marathon, which I'm sure they'll air some time this summer.
BET's College Hill is like MTV's The Real World, but features college students at Historically Black Colleges and Univiersities rather than just strangers in different cities. I tried to watch it the first season, but I could barely make it through one episode. It may have had something to do with which HBCU they featured that year. I don't know. Anyway, I may have added "the first black reality tv show" to my watch list. Viacom has me on lock right now.
I'm watching The Hills on MTV...you know L.C.'s spinoff from Laguna Beach? She's in L.A. now going to fashion school and interning at Teen Vogue--a job she got ONly becasue she's being followed around by MTV's camera's, I'm sure. This whole thing has to be all about exposure for Teen Vogue on MTV. Am I complaining? No. Why? Because it's awesome?
Other Reality shows I'll be watching this summer:
Not that I could really know what that feels like having never been a junkie, but I've seen them in movies and read about them, so I have some idea.
I went home for my family reunion this past weekend and have been going through some serious withdrawal since returning to Austin. I haven't been crazy about talking to friends, or checking my email or updating my blog, or reading other blogs. I've been a little foggy-brain.ded at work. Just been a little blue. Serious withdrawal.
My husband's my only family here. I have sister-friend-family close by too, and that's great--but a WORLD of difference from my folks. My Folks. There was so much love there this weekend. I could hug my twin whenever I wanted and kiss my mom and aunt and little cousins whenever I wanted and give my sister love when I wanted--and trust me, there's lots of kissing and hugging in my family...we love to show the love.
Plus it never gets old hearing My Folks calling me "Quel" or "Quel-Quel". The people who really know me, and who really love me call me Quel. Hearing that will never get old.
I'm homesick. Even after 5 years of being away. I digress.
My next post will be a tiny recap of my very cool weekend...with pictures!
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