Has Anybody Seen My Invisible Plane? ...And Other Musings

Babies R Me
Before you even THINK about not using a condom, listen to my show tonight... This evening on Monday Musings w/The Jaded NYer & Friends, Brother Omi returns to start off my new Child Rearing 101 segments on Blog Talk Radio.



The first part will deal with the delicate little sleep-stealer you'll be bringing home from the hospital if you forget to use that jimmy hat- immunizations, staying home vs. working outside the home- all that good stuff! So make sure you tune in!!

I Need To Tell You This So You Can Check In On Me
I know I said I'd be keeping projects to myself, but this one needs to be out there in the Universe so that I'm accountable to someone other than me: I'm attempting to write a 50,000 word novel by November 30th. It's part of an online challenge that Brother Omi sent my way and I thought I'd give it a shot.

So far, I have ONLY 2500 words written. YIKES!!!!! If you want to try it, too, visit www.nanowrimo.org and sign up. My username is RaquelP75, in case you want to "friend" me *hint, hint*

They Come In Flavors Now
This one is from the West Indies



I. Swear. To. God. I'm not making this sign up- I really saw it in a bakery/restaurant off Church or Flatbush Avenue. I forget which one.

Has Anybody Seen My Invisible Plane?
J sent me this photoshopped pic of him as superman



and I was totally jealous. *I* wanted a superhero picture, too, so I made a request.

The results:



Hey, F$%k-it List; how fitting is this, seeing as you made Alicia Keys' Superwoman my theme song?!?!

I LOVES IT!

And The Beat Rocks Steadily
This weekend I was thinking about my childhood (mostly because I'm in therapy, y'all- she is killing me with this looking inward crap!) and I remembered how Titi Gloris used to date this black guy named Warren and she always played the hottest R&B music. I loved the days I got to go over to her apartment on Pulaski Street.

So while I'm reminiscing, this song pops in my head:



And that made me think of sleep away camp, because the summer I came back from camp this song was playing on all the stations:



I guess therapy ain't all THAT bad.

*smooches...keeping my feet on solid ground til the break of dawn*
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I hate to sound like an old fogie, but back in MY day, the music was AWESOME!