The profiterole recipe came from this book.

When I grow up, I want to be the Cool Mom and Wife who knows how to bake and cook things. I want my kids’ friends to love whatever snacks or desserts I make. I want other people to request certain dishes of mine for potlucks, bake sales, and random get togethers. And I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

But for right now, I’m working on being Cool Aunt. I want my nephews to come over and ask if I made [insert their favorite dessert that I make]. That’s pretty much the whole purpose of my Baking Quest. I want to be really good at something.

So, consider this my intro. The beginning of my journey. I made profiteroles for Easter and one of my aunts ate almost every single last one of them. Her birthday is at the end of this month and I’m going to surprise her with them. When I do that, I’ll make sure to take a picture and post it here for you.

Wish me luck!

1) HE BROKE UP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND.

Yeah, you read that right. That effin’ Facebook, the same source that informed me of The Girlfriend in the first place, later revealed that she was no longer an issue. And by later, I mean, after I had moved from Atlanta (or maybe just before I moved… that was 5 months ago, forgive me). “What madness is this?!” I thought to myself.

Lest you get ahead of yourself, let me just say right here and now that I had absolutely nothing to do with her removal. I do not share and I do not poach. Those are two of my own personal commandments right there.

2) HE MISSES ME.

Again, I ask, “What madness is this?!” He texts me, seemingly out of the blue one day in February I think, and tells me that he really misses me.

…..

What?!

3) HE WANTS ME TO COME BACK.

I went back to Atlanta in April to take care of a few things. While I was there, I went to visit my Twin (aka My Sister From Another Mister), who was 70% of the reason I went back. Well, where she was working is close to where he works, and I had every intention of just popping in. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer his phone and missed out. He calls me the next day, trying to shift the blame on me by pointing out that I could’ve stopped by even though he didn’t answer his phone.  But, wtf do I look like doing things like that?  Pfft.  Anyway, my Twin asked me to come back and see her the day I left.  So, I did end up seeing him and chattingwith him. At which time, he inquired about when I was coming back to Atlanta again and outright suggested I make a trip down this summer. Apparently, It (whatever It is) is “poppin” in Atlanta in the summer. Specifically, he thought I should come down for Freaknik (!). I successfully expressed my disdain for the event, which prompted him to…

4) HE OFFERED TO PROTECT ME.

The event is not known for… mildness or morals in any way, shape, or form.  I would never go to an event like that.  Never.  Ever.  I get harassed enough in my day to day life (and isn’t THAT a story for another day).  Why would I go to an event that would increase that by at least 60%?  The Ex-Potential gallantly (…..) offered to be my 24 hour bodyguard for the “festivities” and let other potential suitors (my words, not his) know that I was “off limits” (his words, not mine).

This ridiculosity was enough to give me a headache (which also could’ve been caused by the drinking that occurred every day that weekend, but I don’t think it was).  I was doing just fine minding my own business in Baltimore, flirting with bartenders, and doing my own questionable things.

Le sigh.

With that said, this totally counts for May. I have a few post ideas in the works and intend to implement them. The four of you will just have to wait and see what I’m planning.

muchmuchmuch love,
Cee

In the late 90s*, USA had a showed called La Femme Nikita. It’s about a woman who becomes a spy for an organization referred to as Section One. Each episode sees Nikita and Michael (her trainer, boss-ish type, lover man) going on a different assignment. A year or so ago, I found out the series was on DVD, but the seasons are ridiculously expensive. So, I put them on my wishlist and I’ve been hoping for the best… to no avail. Well, a few days ago, I decided to look up some episodes on the internet. Lo and behlod, you can watch the entire series (I think) on theWB.com. Amazing, right? I know.

After watching a few episodes, it occurred to me that this show was oddly familiar. Reminded me of another show that I like… a little show called Alias. Then it dawned on me… THEY ARE THE SAME SHOW. They are both about women who become spies, spend each episode using their spy tricks to catch someone or steal something, and then they fall in love with their Section One boss (Nikita) or CIA handler (Alias).

Then, I think some more and CHUCK IS THE SAME THING! But this time it’s about a man who becomes a spy, goes on new missions each week, and…. you guessed it, falls in love with his CIA handler!

Moral of the story? If there’s a spy show with a romantic relationship, it will have at least one avid viewer.

* I always thought the show aired in the early 90s, but Wikipedia differs.

If anyone is to blame in this situation, it’s him. I swear he’s flirting with me. Always. I try to be my usual, antagonistic self, but… I think he likes it. That is not my fault!

Here’s the situation. I thought I had a potential Mr. Cee. While he isn’t exactly what I prefer physically, I do enjoy listening to his voice. And I like it when he smiles at me. I would occasionally chat with him, usually about nothing. Like I said, being my usual self. Not too many people can handle my usual self, and I always give extra props to those who can. I have been known to say that anyone who has been friends with me for 4+ years deserves a freaking medal. At first, I was not flirting with him at all. I’m being serious. However, I got the feeling that he might’ve had the idea that I was flirting with him. Accidentally. Eventually, I can now admit that it might’ve been on purpose. Well, I add him on the Facebook to show a few of my friends what he looks like. While cruising around some of his tagged photos, one stands out to me and pushes me to check relationship status. Lo and behold, it states that he’s IN A RELATIONSHIP! I figure, pfft, there goes that one.

Apparently not. He always mentions how he’s sad that I’m leaving him (I’m moving from Atlanta), how he knows he’s not close to my heart of gold because I’m not nice to him, how he’s gonna miss me when I’m gone, etc etc and so forth. Correct me if I’m wrong here, but this is not what you say when you’re in a 3-year relationship with someone else! Today, it was more of the same. We were out to lunch with a bunch of people that we both know and he was getting ready to leave. I called him lame for leaving before everyone else was ready to go and he stayed. After making the decision, he made sure to let me know that he stayed for me. He also made a point of telling me that I’ve broken his heart every day and how I’m a heartbreaker and I don’t even know it. When things like this happen, I think to myself…. “Self, are you absolutely certain he has a girlfriend? Facebook could lie! You haven’t heard it from the horse’s mouth! Maybe it’s not real.” And that right there? That’s the kind of thinking that gets you into trouble.

But on the other hand, he could just be playing around. I could be reading into the situation. My BFF has said exactly that. But, let’s be real… if I was his girflriend, I most certainly would NOT want him saying things like this to another chick.

Point. Blank. Period.

Ever.

With that said, I was understandably heartbroken on Saturday.  Was I just upset because we lost? Absolutely not.  I was devastated by the manner in which we (yes, I said we) lost the game.  It was disgusting.  But if anyone thinks that will turn me away from my Gators, they got another thing coming.  Seriously.  If nothing else, I’m sad for Tim Tebow.  This is it for him.  This is the end of his college career and his team let him, and the Gator Nation, down that day.

While I do not believe anyone who was not on that field should cry, I was really, really, really hurt that night.  I hung up on one of my cousins and ignored a phone call from a friend (Alabama alum).  I then took to Facebook and warned everyone that if they posted a nasty comment on my wall, I would delete them.  I do not regret that and do not intend to take that down.  I even went so far as to delete at least three people who were talking shit in their statuses.  These people did not even go to Alabama!  The only team I wish to see lose ever is the stupid New England Patriots.  I revel in all of their losses.  If they perform poorly, my favorite team, the Indianapolis Colts, have an easier road to travel.  But these kids?  Some of them are stupid Georgia students who are just bitter.  And that?  I cannot abide by.

In closing, I love my Gators.  Yes, we lost, but we’ll get a good bowl game and move on.  If nothing else, this is a lesson for us.  We have been spoiled by wins.  We haven’t experienced pain like this since the Dark Years (when Zook was the coach).  Some students don’t even know about that!  They have experienced 4 championships in 2 sports during their time at Florida.  They have no idea how bad it can get.  But I know.  Some of my friends know.  And we’re ready.

We are all strong for old Florida.  In all sorts of weather, we all stick together… for F-L-O-R-I-D-A.

Then comes 2009 and Best I Ever Had. Best I Ever Had wasn’t my favorite song, but I liked it. It made me think, “Hey! Maybe I was wrong about this guy!” I tried to listen to a few of his other tracks, but I still didn’t like him.

Fast forward to more recent times. There’s a singer on YouTube who goes by Broadway (user name is hottlikefire03). He sang Bria’s Interlude during one of his live chats and even did a series of Drake songs on his YT. And forgiving person that I am, I decide to give this kid yet another try. I was cruising the internet earlier this month and downloaded So Far Gone, making it the fifth mixtape I’d downloaded since June (remember that Trey Songz entry I wrote?).

And, WHAT do you know? I like it. Best I Ever Had, in my opinion, gives the wrong impression of this mixtape. I was expecting a bunch of rap that I was likely still not going to be bowled over by. That’s not what it is. SFG is a decent mix of styles. A Little Bit, my second favorite song, is a duet with Lykke Li, and the album also includes appearances by Peter Bjorn, Omarion (on the aforementioned Bria’s Interlude), Lloyd, and Santigold.

My main issue with Drake is that people are speaking about him like he’s the end all be all of rap. And I just didn’t and, as of now, still don’t agree with that assessment. I enjoy his singing more than his rapping. Often, when he raps, it sounds like he’s trying to be “hard” and I’m just not buying it. Nothing he does will change that. Additionally, the ladies are drooling over him, but I can’t get past the unibrow and mysterious hairline, while his pancake batter-like complexion is off to me.

Though I’m still not sure if he’s the greatest rapper since Will Smith (….joke), SFG has quite a few tracks on repeat.  Below are my favorite songs on So Far Gone, in order of how much I like them.

1. A Night Off (Featuring Lloyd)
2. A Little Bit (Featuring Lykke Li)
3. Sooner Than Later
4. The Calm
5. Ignant Shit (Featuring Lil Wayne)  [This one made it cause of the beat alone.  Loves it.]

I guess I should advise you not to be surprised when you don’t see So You Think You Can Dance on this list. Fox’s decision to move it to the fall line-up has thrown me off and I haven’t been able to watch it. I work a lot of nights and weekends and I simply don’t have the time. I almost can’t be bothered.

SUNDAY
FOOTBALL!!!
Family Guy (FOX)

MONDAY
Monday Night Football (ESPN)
The Big Bang Theory (CBS)

TUESDAY
90210 (CW)

WEDNESDAY
Glee (FOX)

THURSDAY
Bones (FOX)
Grey’s Anatomy (ABC)
Private Practice (ABC)
The Office (NBC)

FRIDAY
Dollhouse (FOX)

Come January, that list will change. Psych (USA) and Burn Notice (USA) will be finishing up their seasons with the winter schedule. And CHUUUUUCCCKKKK (NBC) will be coming back in March. I cannot begin to explain how excited I am about those. Psych is quite possibly the funniest show on TV. You’ll also notice that FOX has moved up in the world as far as my schedule is concerned. It used to be pretty dominated by ABC, but NO MORE.

I tried watching Melrose Place, but it sucked the big one. I’ve heard great things about Modern Family and I have an episode that I need to watch on my iPod. Finding the time to do so has become a problem. A few people have also recommended Community, but… eh. I don’t like the main dude, the one from The Soup.

My main recommendations to the world are Glee and Dollhouse. They’re both amazing shows. One is a hit and the other is probably in danger of being canceled. Dollhouse is pretty fantastical, so if you have some free time - WATCH! I want this show to stay on for awhile. It’s genius, fresh, new, weird - all the elements of a good Joss show, no?

It’s rare, but it happens. There was only an EP. After some googling and downloading, I find out that Madcon is a rap duo from Norway. And they’ve had THREE albums. Just not in the US, which is a damn shame. I love their sound. So in case you’re curious, here are my three favorite Madcon songs:

1) Dandelion
2) Wholehearted
3) Beggin’

My grandfather died this week. He hadn’t been himself in years (for reasons I’m choosing not to disclose) and I think I’ve seen him twice since high school. But my daddy (it was his stepfather) took care of him. Granddaddy L (thus called because my paternal grandfather had already been dubbed Granddaddy, so this one’s name was added to the title to differentiate between the two) was SO much fun when I was a little girl. I remember going to his house for holidays. The DEElicious food and they way he laughed. When I think of him, I always see a face that smiled at me.

He had been in and out of the hospital a lot lately. Part of me has been waiting for that call for quite a few months now. But that didn’t make it NOT hurt when it came. I don’t really have family near me and I won’t be able to attend the funeral. So after I called my mom to tell her the news (she and my father met when they were around 13, they know each other’s entire family and friends), I plugged in the PS2 and the dance pad*. I danced for hours. And I’m ok now. With dance came clarity. He wasn’t doing well at all. It would be selfish of me to wish him here for MY sake, knowing that it was probably painful for him to be here.

So to my smiling, laughing Granddaddy L - LOVE. I danced for you.

* The Dancing with the Stars game does not constitute organized dancing.