Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A New Day

I am the the daughter of folks raised in the segregated South.


And now a Black man is the President-elect.


Look what G*d can do!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Red or Blue? Which are You?

Guess it's time to move back home.





You Should Live in a Purple State



Your preferences are 60% Blue, 40% Red

You may not be a swing voter, but you feel comfortable around moderate people.



You tend to do best in states with a red and blue mix - like Nevada and North Carolina.

You are adaptable. You can converse with a church crowd as easily as with grad students.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Jesse Helms is dead.

Someone in my life suggested that he couldn't bear the thought of a Black man as a viable candidate for the US Presidency.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Friday, February 15, 2008

Pig Uterus, Anyone?

On Colvin Avenue in Albany is the Asian grocery store (called "Asian Grocery") I like. It's where I get nori and rice for sushi, the ginger drink I often have with breakfast, and inexpensive veggies.

On my last visit, I ventured past the tanks of live fish (and lobsters and turtles) to the fresh meat. Lots of pork, including fresh neck bones. Since I've only been able to find frozen ones here, I was thrilled. Southerner that I am, what's a pot of black-eyed peas without neck bones?

Tonight I actually bought some. Yippee! I also looked at some of the other offerings. No chitterlings but they did have pork stomachs (hog maws) whole ducks, chicken feet, pork hearts (2 to a pack) and packages of pig uterus.

I've eaten (and enjoyed) my fair share of porcine large intestines, but the uterus? Oh my. And can I tell you it was white and gelatinous looking? It looked, well, "springy."

So curious was I about pig uterus that I did an on-line search and found this. Scroll down to "Number 1 Scariest Food to be had at Ranch 99." It had me laughing out loud.

Monday, January 14, 2008

ET, Phone Home!

The dial tone on my landline ran away. And before that, there was so much static on the line it was impossible to talk.

Read: I was paying for a phone that, intially, I could barely use (and recently, couldn't use at all). I didn't even know about the dial tone problem until someone told me they'd called me and not gotten an answer. When I tried to call out, there was no dial tone and when I called in, it didn't ring.

Today, after 3 trips to the basement and 2 trips down the road, a Verizon repair guy has corrected the problem. Woo-hoo!

Call me! A phone with a dial tone is standing by.