A Shout out and a bag of coffee beans
Ladies and gents,
Anand is in da houuuussseee!!Mi bwoy, welcome.
Who am I? Does that really matter in the WWW? Check the profile, stay a while.
Anywhoo, Mr YingYang took this photo. He thought that there was something very...West Indian... about a gripper zipper Ziploc bag - with a
knot in it. Ha.
Posted by YingYang at 8:38 PM
Monday, Monday Pt II
Oh that site I linked to is great fun. I couldn't resist some snappy (well, not really snappy but whaddeyouwant? I'm sick) responses to those amazing facts.
- The United States has the highest minimum drinking age in the world. And the most drunken teenagers - PERIOD
- During lunch breaks in Carlsbad, New Mexico no couple should engage in a sexual act while parked in their vehicle, unless their car has curtains. You hear dat Pedro! Curtains, por favor.
- In a year, the average person walks four miles to make his or her bed. I knew making my bed wasn't good for me.
- To burn off one plain M&M candy, you need to walk the full length of a football field. Good to know. Maybe I should make the bed more often.
- If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. You'd probably need to drink 876 cups of coffee to generate eneough caffeine to yell that long.
- Most tropical marine fish could survive in a tank filled with human blood. What I want to know is how did we ever verify this fact?
- Dentists in medieval Japan extracted teeth by pulling them out with their fingers. You cannot tell me some dentists still don't practise this. Hoooawwwww.... WuTang Schwin Wong Hawwarrrgghh. (Oops, that's Chinese).
Righty-o. Enough with the useless trivia.
Posted by YingYang at 10:13 AM
Monday, Monday
I'm sick today so this is as
good as it gets. Whenever will I finish that rant on the road works in St David's?
*sigh*
Posted by YingYang at 9:33 AM
Star cruising
I'm an unabashed Alicia Keys fangirl. As a typical big bam-bam West Indian woman, I can appreciate that she puts the
Boootay!! in the word bottom. Pity about those unfortunate boots though --- eek!
Perhaps she could check out JLo's new shoe line.
This is sorta cute. Looks even better in
cream. Now if only I could afford a pair.
And what?... what?... what is UP with Whitney Houston?
This is an old shot of her in Antigua last year. My gawd. Crack is
whack, yo!
Posted by YingYang at 4:23 PM
Bananarama
I must admit that I honestly thought the Windward Islands banana trade had died years ago. I didn't realise that we were
hanging on by our fingernails still. Well, at least until next year when the giant conglomerates will finally have put the last nail in our collective coffins.
By the way, for years I had refused to buy imported apples, grapes and what-not after I discovered that the vast majority of the grapes sold in Grenada come from.... flipping Dole! I broke that boycott when Toddler YY was born, and after I found out that the foreign fruit sold at Andall's supermarket came from the UK not Latin America (not like that is much better but..). Andall's is no more, but I still do buy apples, grapes and pears from a great street vendor in Grand Anse on Sundays. And everytime I do I hope against all hope that I do not spy a Dole or Chiquita sticker anywhere in sight. 'Cos if I did, then you know I'd have to reinstate the
foreign fruit boycott again. And Toddler YY would never know what a pear tastes like.
I must admit I have always been surprised that the Windward Island governments didn't try to regulate (whoops... forgot about the WTO) the importation of produce specifically from Dole and Chiquita. I mean.... they destroy our little puny agricultural contribution to the world, and we in turn put $$ in their pockets by purchasing their stuff? What gives?
YY
ps: I also refuse to buy any tinned or packaged products from Dole and Chiquita. Just my little form of protest, y'know.
Posted by YingYang at 1:00 PM
CuteKidSyndrome-By-Proxy
I saw
this article and at first I thought "Jeez!" Whether or not these findings are unsupported, I can attest that people (adults and children alike) respond much more positively to "cute" or "pretty" children (
as they do with anything cute and pretty really). Toddler YingYang is - for the lack of a better way to say it - damn cute. The type of attention she gets when we are out in public is really quite amazing. Supermarket cashiers, bank tellers, the hair-wash girl at the beauty shop all light up, giggling and cooing, whenever Toddler YY comes by.
Even more startling, I have seen parents accompanied by their own kids, react like they just saw the Second Coming of Christ. "Aieee!!!! Oh my god!! Hello little baby! Oh she is so cute! Blah blah de blah de blah! Oh I'll sell my soul just for the chance to touch her hand! Aieeee!!" Initially, I must admit it was terribly flattering. Call it CuteKidSyndrome-by-Proxy. As the parent of a cute kid, I myself was lavished a great deal of attention. It's quite addictive, let me tell you, for both my child and myself. The two of us would preen and act all coy, revelling in the limelight.
What fun.
Until one day I saw the eyes of the Other Parent's child. In them was a heart-rending look of conflicted feelings, like the child herself wanted to coo and fuss over Toddler YY, yet she was well aware that the display of attention that her mother was going on with was not directed towards her. And from that one moment, that one glimpse at that child's face, all the enjoyment of the CKS-B-Proxy attention began to wane. After all, who among us hasn't at some time or the other, experienced that same feeling of hurt and betrayal? Not just from our parents or friends or family, but also from our own selves? And despite how flattering it is, do I really want my child to grow up expecting this kind of reaction, having this odd sense of entitlement?
So now when someone Ooo's and Ah's, I thank them politely and move on. Toddler YY, as she enters the second phase of the terrible two's, is becoming less and less "cutesy" and more and more "toddler-y", thus diminishing the CuteKid reaction quite a bit. Just the other day in the supermarket, in Aisle 3 Toddler YY was singing "Are you sleeping, Brother John", complete with mis-prounciations. An older woman passing by smiled and patted her head. "Oh how cute". But when we met up with her again at the end of Aisle 5, Toddler YY was now a screaming ball of "I Want Dat!", complete with snotty nose and flailing fists. Yeah. No more "Oh how cute" looks. Instead I got the "Can't you control your kid?" look. *SIGH* Talk about Disapproval-by-Proxy.
Ahhh, kids. What. Fun?
Posted by YingYang at 12:38 PM
Reading is good
While updating (yet again) my blog profile, I came across this
"Summer Reading List". Just browsing some of the titles has made me vow, in all earnesty, to fit some form of reading back into my schedule. I'm
sure that if I look really hard I can find a 15 minute slot on every third Sunday. At that rate I should be able to get through "Green Eggs and Ham" by the time ToddlerYY starts high school!
Posted by YingYang at 1:09 PM
MJ and the Lame Excuse Factor
Came across this today
"Michael Jackson: King of Lame Excuses - Possible Truth". Yes, it does reflect some of my opinions about Mr MJ.
Posted by YingYang at 11:48 AM
Online Camilla Paperdoll
Camilla Parker-Bowles - Paperdoll Heaven This is so funny. And so damn cool.
Why can't Old Navy, Gap, etc have this feature on their websites?
Posted by YingYang at 9:22 PM
Wheel an' Come Again
Anywhoo, I've given ye Ole Blog a little makeover, and made a firm promise to start blogging
fer real. Brace yourself for the onslaught of disconnected rambling and intermittant ranting that will be going on. And be sure to stay tuned for updates on the Michael Jackson (
aka PedoPan, Crazy-in-Pajamas, or He-So-Sexy, depending on who you ask) Trial.
Posted by YingYang at 12:02 PM
Warning! Dangerous Cuteye
The Honourable Claris Charles, our venerable Education and Labour Minister.
Say what you like but Ms Charles knows how to sling it rough to the fellas across the Parlimentary floor. My favorite so far from her in the Budget Debate 2005?
Regarding our human resource development, she pointed out that
"Grenada does not have natural resources. We do not have oil or gas or mineral deposits.... [As a listener I am surprised to hear this. Minister Charles' colleague - Minister of Energy Bowen - has spent ages convincing all of us that we DO have to start drilling for oil! Then she says..]
...
yet! "
HaaaaaHaa! I shrieked with laughter. That's my girl! No one can say she hasn't got great comic timing.
As soon as I pore over the transcript of the Budget I'll have a few more favourites. Such as when she volunteered her services as a union representative for the opposition. She promised to fight
ardently for better wages and working conditions for them. Her tongue was so far embedded in her cheek that she must have given herself a jaw cramp.
Posted by YingYang at 10:51 AM
Yes I think he is guilty. Why do you ask?
Michael Jackson Trial Begins (washingtonpost.com) I can't rid myself of my morbid fascination with the Michael Jackson trial.
Posted by YingYang at 2:18 PM
