Go ahead! Pour yourself a glass.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Cookie Day
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Costa Rica 1998: A Look Into The Past
In January of 1998 I set out on a grand adventure. I studied abroad in Costa Rica, and traveled to Panama, and had one of the most memorable times of my life. The above photo is of a beach in CR named Manuel Antonio.
This woman is actually riding in the clouds.
These people are so high up (11,345 feet above sea level) that they are ABOVE the clouds.
When you visit the rain forest or cloud forest in Costa Rica, you've gotta wear covering because you come out wet.
Back to Manuel Antonio.. This was also the place where I spotted my first sloth. For those who aren't acquainted with these exotic and freaky-looking beings, here's a pic:
They have the sweetest grins on their faces and they move unusually slow.
In Manuel Antonio monkeys roam the beach and are always trying to take your belongings. The following picture isn't very clear, but it's a monkey trying to steal a beach-goers water bottle.
And there are plenty of iguanas roaming the beaches as you attempt to sunbathe.
Speaking of Erica... Girl, do these photos look familiar?
Um, remember that time you told me there was a faster route to our favorite spot on the beach? Remember how you dragged me through the woods (past sexy, bare chest natives riding--bare back-- on horses and carrying machetes) only to reach the spot you see in the first photo above this paragraph? We were to the right side of that rock and you told me our spot wasn't far away on the left side of it. We walked and we walked until there was no sand to walk on and we had to wade/semi-swim (a sista ain't a good swimmer like Erica) through the DEEP part of the ocean and climb over that damn rock. The rock looked as if it were moving because hundreds of crabs we walkin' around with their precious shells on their backs! It scared the crap out of me as I tried to stay away from them. And please note the crashing waves in the first picture. Those bad boys were hitting us as I tried to wade/semi-swim to the rock. It was the most beautiful and frightening thing. I made it, but that didn't make it right. Once we reached the left side (the second picture) we still had to walk a ways in the water before reaching sand. When we arrived at our destination where our other friends were, we watched more beautiful native men playing soccer bare chest on the beach. Beautiful.
While in Costa Rica Erica and some others took the one trip that I didn't take for many reasons. They went to see Volcano Arenal:
On the early morning of my departure day from Costa Rica, I was in bed when I felt my bed and the house tremble--I'd experienced my first earthquake (which is a big deal for an East Coast girl like myself).
Please note: The photos on today's post are not from my albums. Back in 1998 digital cameras were not heard of and folks had to use 35mm, and there ain't enough time in my day to scan and upload my own photos to this blog. I searched the internet for pictures of the exact locations that I'd visited (Example: Those sloths/iguana/monkeys are actually real Manuel Antonio sloths/iguana/monkeys. Example: Those beach photos are of the actual location that Erica and I had to tread through. You get my point. I wanted to make the experience as real and close to my own as possible.).
A Healthful Reminder
Instead of chatting it up with your coworkers by the water cooler, ask Jennie, Bill or Bob to take a short walk on the stairs with you. And if they say no, do it by yourself.
Instead of taking the elevator, take the stairs.
Park a tad bit further from the office door than usual.
And for those who need it, have something sweet today, it'll keep you from binging later on.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Lounging
Well, mom and I thought this was a squash plant, but overnight it blossomed into these enormous leaves and giant balls. Um, pardon our ignorance, but this is actually a pumpkin patch growing in my father's garden from the pumpkin we threw out last fall! Here's what it looks like today...
If you look closely at the bottom pic, to the left you'll see a second pumpkin.
Here are some other great shots I got this morning...





Sir seems to be inheriting my mom and dad's green thumb. Everyday he runs to get a garden tool, and weeds the herbs around the tree. He's very drawn to the parsley and rosemary (as are the rabbits), and she yells at him all the time for pulling out the herbs instead of the actual weeds! And the rabbits? She doesn't bother them as they munch away at her hardwork. Hey, they've gotta eat too.
Anywho, today mom, dad and I are off to a family members wedding & reception. Sir will be spending the evening with his Auntie LuCiana and her rowdy bunch. Peanut and Thembi are off on some grand adventure. And Tony... He's at work. After that, who knows where he'll be. Gia is hosting a wedding at her house. As for my other Connecticut family members (those who aren't attending the wedding) and friends, I'm hoping they sit back and enjoy the relaxing storm that Ernesto will bring.
And I've finished just in time, as the three bears have just returned home. It's time for this Goldie Locks to sign off.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Something You Might Want To Know
Lactation without pregnancy
Although it is not widely known in developed countries, women who have never been pregnant are sometimes able to stimulate lactation sufficient to breastfeed. This is called "induced lactation", while a woman who has lactated before and re-starts is said to "relactate". If the nipples are stimulated as in breastfeeding for a while (such as by a breast pump or actual suckling), eventually the breasts will begin to produce milk which can be used to feed a baby. Once established, lactation adjusts to demand. For this reason, adoptive mothers, usually initially in conjunction with some form of supplementation, such as a supplemental nursing system, are able to breastfeed their infants and young children [29]. There is thought to be little or no difference in milk composition whether lactation is induced or a result of pregnancy. Rare accounts of male lactation (as distinct from galactorrhea) exist in the medical literature.
Some couples may choose to induce lactation as a solely sexual practice.
Additionally, some drugs, primarily atypical antipsychotics such as Risperdal, may cause lactation in both women and men.
--The information was copied from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breastfeeding
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And although we American women get stares for breastfeeding our children beyond one year, historically, women in other countries breastfed for long periods of time. I'd read how in one African tribe women breastfed their adolescent children. I always found this information to be extraordinary. And then I read this bit of information about Japanese women from the above article which read: Traditionally, Japanese babies were born at home and breastfed with the help of breast massage. Weaning was often late, with breastfeeding in rare cases continuing until early adolescence.
(Picture removed for safety reasons.
It was a photo of a mother nursing her toddler and newborn at the sametime)
Now this is a woman dedicated to breastfeeding! A newborn and a toddler? She didn't even wait to leave the daggone hospital. You go girl!
--Tidbit of info: No, I don't know this woman!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
This One's For Ang
My Family!
22. Gianetta & Wallace's One Year Anniversary
23. Wallace's Birthday
24. Thanksgiving (That's a good one, Gia)
25. Aunt Theldra's Birthday
26. My Dad's Birthday
27. Jaden's Birthday
28. - 11,000. Nikki Getting a Job
Note about #28 to #11,000: Tony, I promise that there will be ramifications and repercussions! Believe it!
Funny, I just received an ANNOYING phonecall. It seems that my cousin, TONY, is declaring war on me. He told me, and I quote, "Cuz, I'm starting the fire." And I responded, "Well, then I've got the gasoline."
TONY!!!!! Looka here, man, you don't want none of this here, Cuz!!! You get your new job and now you want to put me on blast? It ain't fair, and it ain't right! Anyway, aren't you the same dude who was tearing up at the wedding? Yup, it was you.
But bring it! I'll be waiting....................
21 Things To Look Forward To
2. Tasha's new business endeavor
3. Erica's school opening
4. Sir starting gym class next week (if the money's right!)
5. Paul completing his graduate work in the upcoming weeks
6. Kessa making progress on starting her practice
7. LuCiana's new job
8. Marquita going back to college
9. Kimani's injury healing
10. Tony's first paycheck
11. Erika's (this is my Erika with the K, not C) senior year in high school
12. Preston's birthday
13. Gia's birthday (rumor has it we're all going to Atlantic City for her bash)
14. Thembi's birthday
15. Nikki Ann, Paul & LuCiana's birthday on the same day
16. Seeing Deb and Zoey at gym class--haven't seen them in months
17. Autumn & its Fall foliage
18. Piping hot dressing (some folks say stuffing, but they are two different things)
19. More and more rowdy kids heading back to school next week
20. Sir frolicking in the colorful, fallen leaves
21. Cool, fresh, misty morning dew
My life is motivated by the progress of my family, friends, and Mother Nature. I am looking forward to all the upcoming changes for the fall. There are so many exciting things happening for all of you. Just know that although I'm not good at phone calls, I think of you all often; it's these thoughts that help to keep me going. When you reach for your goals it is a reminder to me that I too must continue to strive; that I am capable of fulfilling my dreams. Thanks for being my inspiration.
Mother Nature, you are an amazing woman. And it's your myriad of faces that keeps life growing and changing. So much has been sewn over this past summer, and I am grateful for the harvest that we are all about to reap.
Love,
Miss Nikki Ann (Your Fan)
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Wants?
Monday, August 28, 2006
Another Bunny Spotting

I'm having so much luck with the bunnies!
And speaking of Paul...
And speaking of Tuskegee...
All my Skegee people should recognize this joint. Actually, this was my first visit to the Soul Inn. But I bet Tasha would know a lil sumthin sumthin about dis place back in the 90's. LOL!! Sorry for shoutin you out Tasha Smasha.
Connection
Well, after whining to Paul (and listening to him agreeing with me on things just so that he could get back to his important graduate thesis that's holding him captive in Tuskegee) I dived into the book. I left my window open and allowed the cool, 59-degree breeze to blow ideas around my mind. I edited; and I edited; and I edited. I edited until 1 a.m. when I finally just had to stop myself. I've now cut the book down to 313 pages and I'm on page 78 of those 313 pages; this being a big step from when I couldn't seem to move past page 32.
Something is brewing in the air, and I must ride the natural wave that the God and the universe are supplying--even if that means I lose as much sleep as I lost nursing/changing Sir through the night. And I guess it's worth it. I've spent enough time bitching and complaining about some of my life's purposes; it's time to put in extra work on some of them. And hey, the timing is always right. Always.
From the movie The Kama Sutra
Knowing love, I will allow all things to come and go
To be as supple as the wind
And take everything that comes with great courage
Life is right in any case
My heart is as open as the sky
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Amen
And school.... Schools... **sigh** Let's just say that folks in suburban towns pay too much money in taxes to have to send their children out of town for school because the school system is lacking. But then again, a school can only be as good as its children and children's parents want it to be. If they don't fight for it, then what?
But right now my concern is for my neighbors--most of whom I've know 31 years. They're all growing older and deserve the peace and quiet they pay for in this town. It's sad that one little, adorable park can attract such headache. I spend many mornings there swinging with Isom and exploring.
And now that Isom can walk, he's always running towards it. And I only go in when it's empty to avoid having to ask young kids not to curse and so forth; I hate having to spend fun time disciplining some bad teenagers who have the nerve to cuss grown folks out. The other week I had to scold three boys who were so arrogantly pronouncing that they were in town visiting from Atlanta. One jumped the fence that separates my house from the park after I'd yelled for him not to. **Now I'm becoming just like my mom because I'd watched for years as she asked rude children not to do that.** As the others ATTEMPTED to follow their foolish friend over the fence, I grabbed Isom and ran after them. When I caught up to them I said:
"Didn't I tell you not to jump the fence?"
The boys snickered like little punks.
I said, "What's so funny?"
In unison they said, "Nothing."
I pointed at Isom and said, "Don't you know you have to be the example for these younger kids? And you know your mother wouldn't want you acting like this."
Then I became really full. I said, trying to hold back tears:
I got no response from the boys. But I knew that we'd just had a spiritual moment together. And deep down I knew, I didn't hope, I knew that these boys would go through life differently.
And I don't want to paint the wrong picture because 95% of the time the park is quiet and empty (you've seen the pictures). I could go out there right now in the middle of the afternoon, it's empty. And most of the time those who are in the park are there to play ball, get on the swings and play gear, and have a fun/safe time. But slowly but surely, every so often, riffraff is beginning to flow in. And if you don't catch a problem at it's start, that problem can turn into a headache in minutes like a wildfire.
Living next to a park, I keep in contact with the local police department, and I chat with the Patrol Lieutenant about once a month. The Lieutenant informed me his problem isn't with the neighborhood kids, it's people crossing over from the city. Folks coming in from the outside. And I have to selfishly wonder, "Why my damn neighborhood?"
So pray. Pray that the children of today find opportunities that keep their minds busy. Pray that they have someone to teach them that their world is bigger than their block. Pray that the rest of us continue to have the patience to help those who want another way. Pray that we don't become so arrogant and self-absorbed that we can't help out "those people." Pray that we don't just sit around and take folks shit. Pray that we don't get so damn tired that we up-and-leave our friendly neighborhoods because of a few outsiders. Pray.
I pray for myself. I pray that my jaded days are short. I pray that I can continue to open up to people. I pray that I fear less and love more. I pray that I judge less and seek to understand more. I pray that I don't become my own worse enemy. I pray. I do pray. I do meditate. I do try to evolve. I do try to understand. I do try to love. I try to overcome all that holds me back.
And so I pray to have patience for those who are trying to better themselves, even if it doesn't appear to me that they are. I pray for patience. Patience. Because, in the end, things will be okay. And if I can walk around with a lighter heart, spirit, and mind it will make the difference--it spreads. The lightness spreads. It casts out the darkness. I just have to be willing to take that road. Everyday I must wake up and be willing to walk that road. If not? It's all just words on a screen.
Friday, August 25, 2006
I Have A Habit...
Shape Me Up
Last tidbit: It's raining. And as I much as I've hated swimming class, I hate that the rain is going to keep us from having the last class. Miss Leslie was a great teacher (I must post a pic of the cool hat she knitted for Sir) and I wanted Sir to say his last goodbye. There's less than to two hours before class should start, maybe the rain will subside. Maybe.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Yo, Bartender!!!
1. Fall foliage.
2. Decent summers.
3. Just "enough" black folks--too many is just way too many!! (Just playing; that's a joke. Folks always assume that CT doesn't have black people, when in fact, we've got cities full of 'em--lots of Puerto Ricans and Jamaicans too.)
4. Crisp morning air that cleanses your lungs.
5. Being able to play in the grass without being bitten by ants. (I love frolicking in the grass with the baby. In CT when you see a bed of ants, you set your blanket right on top of them--they don't attack.)
6. We aren't too far from some fun places: Boston, New York, Atlantic City, DC, Philly, Rhode Island, Maine, Cape Cod, Martha's Vineyard...THE BRONX (that's for you Paul!).
7. Folks ain't always that friendly, but on days when you don't feel like being bothered, it suits you just fine.
8. It's so tiny that it only takes a short time to get to all the places you need to go.
9. The FIRST snowfall is breathtaking--after that, winter is messy and downhill.
10. Lots of people I love are here; and that makes up for all of my loved ones around the U.S. whom I don't get to see too often.
Four sips in....
Erica--Yes, my aunt passed and we drove to Georgia. It was a long 9 day trip--since the baby is no longer a baby, but a bizzy, and impatient, bee. But it was a blessing to be able to lay my eyes on my family once again--minus one, whom I still love dearly (I made this same trip exactly one year ago when my grandfather died-- The baby was only 3 months and more easy to travel with. And this particular aunt was my deceased grandfather's daughter. And she'd just married some weeks ago.).
Still four sips in...
Man Up The Street Spotting: Mom saw him leaving his elderly mother's home early this morning with a bag in tow. She says it looked as if he was headed to work or something. He's been busy socializing with the neighbors, but no real action to be noted. BUT, neighbor told me that this new family down the street had some action while we were away. And it is rumored the woman of this same family has a baby by another dude up the street from me. It seems that some guy must have done something to her daughter (not the one she had with the dude up the street) and she ran him out of the house. They seem like fairly quiet people though. Sir and I always wave to the guy as we're making our daily trek to Aunt Theldra's. Who knows?
Six sips in.
About 8:15 pm. Miss Nikki Ann is going to head to bed.
Seventh and final sip. I tried. The can's still full. My brother and my cousin would be HOT to find out that I'm pouring the rest of it down the sink. I'd hate to tell them how many I've wasted this way.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Benadryl
Friday, August 11, 2006
Man Up The Street UPDATE & More
Sir and I spent some much needed time with Mrs. Miller in her yard. She was zapping weeds and sprucing things up a bit. Mrs. Miller is my second mom. Her daughter and I have been best friends since I was born. LuCiana and I share the same birthday (except she's a year older) and we've been neighbors for almost 31 years now--Ciana now has her own home, but she's always over.
Mrs. Miller and I delighted in old neighborhood stories, and, she spoke passionately about women being able to do things on their own. We both agreed that waiting on a spouse or significant other to get the job done can sometimes lead to it never being done (not in all cases, but in lots). Mrs. Miller was like a June Cleaver (actually, both she and my mom were). She was a stay-at-home mom until LuCiana went to school (they have 5 children in total, and with Ciana being the youngest, there was a HUGE age gap between her and her siblings). Mrs. Miller took a position at our schools JUST to keep a watch on all of us neighborhood kids. As soon as our last neighbor, Shawn, finished school, she left the school system. I always thought that was such an honorable thing.
She spent her time making Ciana and I matching, themed outfits for different holidays, and playing board games with us. She and my mother made a great unit and helped each other in many ways; both their husbands worked tiring full-time jobs, and they leaned on each other for extra strength. Mrs. Miller helped to nurture the responsible women I've become, and my gratitude is endless.
Added note: Man Up The Street is The Millers' neighbor. And I know we all wish more for him.
So it was a great day. Sir and I also spent time with Neighbor as she finished washing her car. Tony and Joe did some work on the inside of the house. Sir and I spent time in the park. Rishawn came to visit. I spoke with Crystal on the phone (that's ALWAYS interesting). I had a retina appointment--which inconclusively diagnosed me with White Dot Syndrome (more specialists to see). Sir and I made our daily visit to Aunt Theldra and Uncle Robert Earl's to watch the last soap opera. Mom and I caught the Poland Spring Water Sale at Big Y ($3.33 for a 24-pack). Sir and I skipped swimming class, AGAIN (yea!).
Overall it was busy, busy, busy. Tomorrow mom is making German Chocolate Cakes (yes, that's plural). Eating them always brings back thoughts of my grandmother, who is in the hospital right now. Oh yeah, I returned lots of phone calls between today and yesterday, which is pretty good for me. I have a few more to do, but I plan on getting back to everyone. And I can't forget to add that Thembi arrived safely by plane--and with the craziness that's going on, that's a blessing.
Latas!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
The Pain

The baby is doing some major teething, so we didn't go to swim class today! Yea!!!!! Of course I'm happy about the class and NOT the teething. Poor guy's face is swollen something awful! FYI: That picture is old; he now has 8 teeth.
I have a new mommy friend named Jakki. We met at the library during one of Isom's classes. Jakki and I have a few strange things in common. After speaking with her on the phone, I realized that we've both been applying for the same jobs. I remember telling her my educational background, but I'd forgotten to ask about hers. She too has a BA in English and a graduate degree in Communications. The only difference is that I'm a semester away from my Communications degree. Go figure. She went to an HBCU (Spelman), as did I (Tuskegee). She's black, I'm black! LOL She's funny and smart. I'm... Hmph! Maybe not so funny--depending on how the wind is blowing...
**Hmmm... Nikki stops to think a moment.**
Oh crap! With Jakki as my competition, I'll never get a job! I won't be able to buy food. Sir and I will starve to death...
Wait.
Actually, that's already happening.
Huh!
I feel better.
Anywho. I should go. The main character in my novel is having some issues and I need to help her out. Poor girl, I'm going to have to cut a couple of characters out of the book. I'm figuring it'll be a very traumatic experience for her and she'll need a shoulder to lean on. And that shoulder will have to be mine because, unfortunately, it won't be Kane's, her cake daddy, loverboy--I have to kill him off, too. I'm just trying to help the sista' out. Little does she know, I had written the part so that he was physically abusive to her. So she shouldn't miss him. **Note to Crystal: I'm sorry, but he has to go. I'm trying not to totally change the story, but the book is just way too long. Don't worry, you'll probably catch him beating up on another one of my characters in an upcoming book (That's a sick thing to look forward to!). And you know me, tomorrow I could decide that he needs to make a reappearance. Who knows!**
Until latas............................
Last tidbit: Um, Sir and I are nowhere near starving. But if you've got a few extra mil around and don't know what to do with it, we wouldn't complain about taking it off of your hands.








