My love affair started from the womb, as my mum has the worst sweet tooth in the whole world. The woman is about to be 60 and still eats chocolate like a five year old.
Growing up, I always had at least one of these in my “My Little Pony” lunch bag – smarties, choco-milo (Choc, choc choco-milo, choco milo, milo, milo…), cadbury’s éclairs and goody-goody (Goody-goody is back, sweet sweet flavour, something something sweet…). And then, my mum would bake and decorate the cakes with smarties. Whenever we travelled, we always came back with bags of chocolate and sweets. There was a time, they come to visit me in school in the states. We went grocery shopping, we were about to go check out and my mum says, “Something is missing”. I look at the overflowing cart, thinking we couldn’t have missed anything. She’s like, “there’s no chocolate”, so we go back to the chocolate aisle and buy at least five bags of different kinds of chocolate.
Over the years my chocolate addiction has built up to be quite expensive…. I still enjoy the occasional Bounty chocolate bar but my love is GODIVA chocolate. My addiction to SP&B’s makes this even worse. Whenever they fail me, GODIVA chocolate is there to nurse me back. For you to understand how bad it is, GODIVA is not sold in Nigeria, but I always have at least one box on reserve at home.
Lol…I just remembered a funny story. It was Valentine’s day, I was in high school then. It was closing time and some guys drove by while we were waiting outside for our parents. All of a sudden, one of them threw a bag towards one of my friends. In it was a mars and snickers bar, some bobby pins and pressed powder…Happy Valentines Day indeed… Guys, NEVER give a girl a chocolate bar for a gift. You can never go wrong with a box of chocolates.
I read somewhere once, I think in Cosmo, about the effect chocolate had on a woman. I didn’t really believe until I tasted freshly made GODIVA chocolate. It was at Schiphol airport (now my favourite airport in the world). Apparently, whenever the temperature is just right, they’ll bring a GODIVA chef that will make chocolate truffles right there...mmm,mmm good. The next best thing to that, is the day old chocolate sold in the walkway working toward gate E. The chocolates are made the previous day…hmm…heaven on earth.
I love all kinds of chocolates, white, milk or dark. I do not discriminate. White chocolates are a little too sweet, so I only use them when I bake. Dark chocolate is bitter but the healthier choice (depending on how much cocoa, the more the cocoa, the better…doesn’t that sound like D’banj). I use that mostly when I’m baking a chocolate cake. Now, even though I’m a lover of all chocolates, milk chocolate is my favourite, not too sweet, not bitter just right. My favourite cupcakes to make are white chocolate cupcakes. My brother is constantly bugging me to make more. My favourite chocolate cakes are German chocolate. Every single thing we celebrate in my house, we get the chocolate cake covered with chocolate scrapings from Goodies. My favourite boxed chocolates are Belgian chocolates, can’t wait to go visit the chocolate museum in Belgium. My favourite chocolate bar is Bounty…see…I’m an equal opportunity chocolate consumer. My favourite cereal…of course…coco pops. My favourite snack…yup...chocolate chip cookies. Favourite ice-cream…rocky road. Favourite Muffins…chocolate, chocolate chip muffins.
Last, but definitely not least is drinking chocolate. Growing up, if we were really hungry, my mum would give us Bournvita to drink. That would keep us until food was ready and it’s kinda stuck. In the morning, we’d have a cup or two of Bournvita to drink and it was quite filling as a substitute for breakfast. Lol…till now, if I get home late and haven’t had dinner or there’s no food and I’m too lazy to make something or also cos they say in order to keep your weight, no meals after 8:00 pm, I make myself a mug of Bournvita and I’m good for the night. But when it comes to hot chocolate, you can’t go wrong with Swiss Miss, extra chocolate with marshmallows. I always make sure to buy a couple of boxes…
So that’s my love affair with chocolate. Hope you enjoyed it. Next up...Chinese food...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Favourite Things - Six packs and Biceps
Six-packs and Biceps…let’s call it SP&B’s. This is one addiction that has brought me nothing but heartache. But like Amy Winehouse, they tried to make me go to rehab and I said no, no, no….
This addiction started when I moved to the states for college. I latched on to my first SP&B for two years. It was a hell of an emotional roller coaster ride. I latched on and wouldn’t let go like some lovesick puppy. In my defence, I was only 17 at the time. Yeah…young and stupid. Funny enough, he's now one of my best friends
SP&B no.2 didn’t actually start out as one, was a little skinny at first. Nothing really happened there. He’s one that will go down in the history books as “what if?”. It’s like you go to a store, see a dress or a pair of shoes. You’re not sure it would fit but you don’t try it on for fear of messing it up (like your feet are too dirty or smelly or your scared your deodorant would stain the dress). So all you can do is just look at pictures.
SP&B no.3, I met after I’d moved back to Nigeria. It was cool…we connected but it ended up that he had a girlfriend in the UK. Only for him to go around saying that I was confused and didn’t know what I wanted… And everything went downhill from there. Basically, every guy I’ve really been attracted to since then has been in some sort of a relationship. He’s married now
SP&B no. 4, I met through a friend/boyfriend at the time (that only lasted a weekend). He was engaged at the time and since I was in a “relationship” with his friend we just spoke casually. After a couple of months they called of the engagement. He was depressed and started calling me everyday. It was going good. His mum loved me, blah, blah, blah. Only for him, from nowhere, to say that he’d gotten back together with his ex-fiancée. For the first and last time in my life, I cursed someone out. I guess he was shocked that little, gentle me could react like that. He later confessed that he didn’t actually get back with her. I’m guessing he got cold feet plus my no-sex-till-marriage policy didn’t really sit well with him. The romance ended there but we remained friends after I got over it.
SP&B no.5, I met at work. He’s really cool. Had the bad guy thing working for him and we could just talk for hours on end. It also turned out that he had a girlfriend. I asked him why he would do whatever he was doing with me if he was in a relationship. His response was that he wasn’t married yet and that there was nothing wrong with him keeping his options open…lol… He also said that he wanted to come and take care of my plumbing and I kept turning him down. He’s married now with a baby girl. We’re still friends….
SP&B no.6, I met through a friend. He was her boyfriend’s friend. He wasn’t in a relationship at the time so that was good. We got along fine…he was different from the guy I’d dated. He was very protective and quite lovey dovey and the romantic bug hadn’t bitten me yet. Needless to say after about two months, I was already getting tried. My friend had broken up with her boyfriend cos he’d cheated on her. SO the boyfriend came to us to go beg her for him. Well we got there and met another friend there. So we’re talking and that how MY boyfriend starts going on about how “it’s a man’s world. Men are allowed to cheat. Women however cannot cheat, if they do they should be disgraced”…I didn’t say anything then. The girl we met was even like, “you’ll say that in front of your girlfriend” and he was like, “she’s okay”. I waited a couple of days after that to confront him. When I did, this was his response, “I don’t know why you’re making a big deal out of this, I’ll cheat on you after a year, it just wont hurt you cos you wouldn’t know”…lol…really, I must have had stupid written on my forehead at the time. I told him I couldn’t be in a relationship with someone I couldn’t trust. He also wasn’t too pleased with my policy so I nkwo he’d definitely have cheated. A couple of people were like, “at least he was honest”. Yeah, he was but the attitude towards infidelity I couldn’t deal with.
SP&B no.7, I met while on a course in Holland. We got along very well. I think that was the most sappiest/romantic I’ve been. He had a son (I loveeeee kids) and wasn’t currently in a relationship. After the course, we had a farewell good enough for a romance novel and we were going to do it long distance. Only for me to travel to the states, I call him and he goes he and his girlfriend got back together. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? A year later he’s still trying to make a comeback, that the mistake he made was telling me they’d gotten back together at the time. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? That he was sorry if he hurt me (sorry for yourself) and that I should stop playing hard so that we could just move on.
SP&B no.8, is an addiction I cant seem to let go of. He’s such a cutie and really sweet. Age must have really softened me cos I was not really the sappy kind of girl. We’ve hung out, gone out on dates…and we get along very well. He said he really liked me but he never went further. My policy didn’t help matters either. For him, I think he’s just not at that place where he’d need to be in order to be in a serious relationship. Most guys tell me when they get to know me, they see marriage and it scares them cos they’re not at that point.
That bring us to the latest one, SP&B no.9. We get along great, we can talk about anything…just perfect. I catch myself checking my phone constantly to see if he sent me a text, or if he called and I’d missed it. Anything happens, he’s the first person I want to call…but there’s a problem…you guessed right. Yup, he has a girlfriend…so I guess I’ll just have to relax and not get in any deeper. And start coming down from the clouds. If nothing, he’d definitely be good to have as a friend.
There’ve been other guys that weren’t SP&B’s but if I told all the stories, it’d be 10 pages long.
It seems like everyone wants to sample the merchandise before purchasing. This ain't Burger King! You can't always have it your way! You know how you go to a store and you see a dress, shoe, whatever and you don’t need to try it on. You just know it’ll fit and you’ll feel great about it? I’m just like that dress waiting for the right person to step up.
So you’re thinking maybe she really needs to give up SP&B’s. My answer…No, no, no….lol… My addiction to SP&B’s always takes me to the next one in our instalment...CHOCOLATE!!!
This addiction started when I moved to the states for college. I latched on to my first SP&B for two years. It was a hell of an emotional roller coaster ride. I latched on and wouldn’t let go like some lovesick puppy. In my defence, I was only 17 at the time. Yeah…young and stupid. Funny enough, he's now one of my best friends
SP&B no.2 didn’t actually start out as one, was a little skinny at first. Nothing really happened there. He’s one that will go down in the history books as “what if?”. It’s like you go to a store, see a dress or a pair of shoes. You’re not sure it would fit but you don’t try it on for fear of messing it up (like your feet are too dirty or smelly or your scared your deodorant would stain the dress). So all you can do is just look at pictures.
SP&B no.3, I met after I’d moved back to Nigeria. It was cool…we connected but it ended up that he had a girlfriend in the UK. Only for him to go around saying that I was confused and didn’t know what I wanted… And everything went downhill from there. Basically, every guy I’ve really been attracted to since then has been in some sort of a relationship. He’s married now
SP&B no. 4, I met through a friend/boyfriend at the time (that only lasted a weekend). He was engaged at the time and since I was in a “relationship” with his friend we just spoke casually. After a couple of months they called of the engagement. He was depressed and started calling me everyday. It was going good. His mum loved me, blah, blah, blah. Only for him, from nowhere, to say that he’d gotten back together with his ex-fiancée. For the first and last time in my life, I cursed someone out. I guess he was shocked that little, gentle me could react like that. He later confessed that he didn’t actually get back with her. I’m guessing he got cold feet plus my no-sex-till-marriage policy didn’t really sit well with him. The romance ended there but we remained friends after I got over it.
SP&B no.5, I met at work. He’s really cool. Had the bad guy thing working for him and we could just talk for hours on end. It also turned out that he had a girlfriend. I asked him why he would do whatever he was doing with me if he was in a relationship. His response was that he wasn’t married yet and that there was nothing wrong with him keeping his options open…lol… He also said that he wanted to come and take care of my plumbing and I kept turning him down. He’s married now with a baby girl. We’re still friends….
SP&B no.6, I met through a friend. He was her boyfriend’s friend. He wasn’t in a relationship at the time so that was good. We got along fine…he was different from the guy I’d dated. He was very protective and quite lovey dovey and the romantic bug hadn’t bitten me yet. Needless to say after about two months, I was already getting tried. My friend had broken up with her boyfriend cos he’d cheated on her. SO the boyfriend came to us to go beg her for him. Well we got there and met another friend there. So we’re talking and that how MY boyfriend starts going on about how “it’s a man’s world. Men are allowed to cheat. Women however cannot cheat, if they do they should be disgraced”…I didn’t say anything then. The girl we met was even like, “you’ll say that in front of your girlfriend” and he was like, “she’s okay”. I waited a couple of days after that to confront him. When I did, this was his response, “I don’t know why you’re making a big deal out of this, I’ll cheat on you after a year, it just wont hurt you cos you wouldn’t know”…lol…really, I must have had stupid written on my forehead at the time. I told him I couldn’t be in a relationship with someone I couldn’t trust. He also wasn’t too pleased with my policy so I nkwo he’d definitely have cheated. A couple of people were like, “at least he was honest”. Yeah, he was but the attitude towards infidelity I couldn’t deal with.
SP&B no.7, I met while on a course in Holland. We got along very well. I think that was the most sappiest/romantic I’ve been. He had a son (I loveeeee kids) and wasn’t currently in a relationship. After the course, we had a farewell good enough for a romance novel and we were going to do it long distance. Only for me to travel to the states, I call him and he goes he and his girlfriend got back together. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? A year later he’s still trying to make a comeback, that the mistake he made was telling me they’d gotten back together at the time. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? That he was sorry if he hurt me (sorry for yourself) and that I should stop playing hard so that we could just move on.
SP&B no.8, is an addiction I cant seem to let go of. He’s such a cutie and really sweet. Age must have really softened me cos I was not really the sappy kind of girl. We’ve hung out, gone out on dates…and we get along very well. He said he really liked me but he never went further. My policy didn’t help matters either. For him, I think he’s just not at that place where he’d need to be in order to be in a serious relationship. Most guys tell me when they get to know me, they see marriage and it scares them cos they’re not at that point.
That bring us to the latest one, SP&B no.9. We get along great, we can talk about anything…just perfect. I catch myself checking my phone constantly to see if he sent me a text, or if he called and I’d missed it. Anything happens, he’s the first person I want to call…but there’s a problem…you guessed right. Yup, he has a girlfriend…so I guess I’ll just have to relax and not get in any deeper. And start coming down from the clouds. If nothing, he’d definitely be good to have as a friend.
There’ve been other guys that weren’t SP&B’s but if I told all the stories, it’d be 10 pages long.
It seems like everyone wants to sample the merchandise before purchasing. This ain't Burger King! You can't always have it your way! You know how you go to a store and you see a dress, shoe, whatever and you don’t need to try it on. You just know it’ll fit and you’ll feel great about it? I’m just like that dress waiting for the right person to step up.
So you’re thinking maybe she really needs to give up SP&B’s. My answer…No, no, no….lol… My addiction to SP&B’s always takes me to the next one in our instalment...CHOCOLATE!!!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Favorite Things - Family
So family…
My family was made up of my dad, mum, younger sister and brother until we lost my dad 8 yrs ago.
The last time my dad and I saw, he told me to make sure to take care of my family when he died. That no matter what happened, family was the most important thing and I should never let anything separate us. I basically told him to shut up…lol… If I’d known he knew what he was talking about, maybe I’d have been more compassionate…lol.
I’ve been through a whole lot in the past couple of years, more than most people know and I wouldn’t be where I am today without the three of them. So yes, family IS the most important thing
So basically, my mum and I have a three-fold relationship. She’s my mum, co-parent, friend. I really had to grow up fast. Moving back home was a battle. I’d been away from home for five years. Adjusting to not having my dad around was one of the hardest things, especially since I was known as my daddy’s baby. Now my mum and I have come to adjust to the new dynamic of our relationship. It took a lot of arguments and tears to get here.
So now I’m both a parent and a big sister to my siblings. It has taken me a while to figure out when to wear which hat. But sometimes, both hats merge like when it comes to girlfriends/ boyfriends… The thought just kills me, because of course no girl or guy is good enough for my brother or sister. I’m sure eventually I’ll get over that. My brother on the other hand would be happy with any guy that showed up and paid dowry to him.
Then there are my god babies. My goddaughter is 8 years old and my godson is a year. My goddaughter is my little princess. She loves anything Disney princesses. So of course, being the type of godmother, I’ve spoiled her with every Disney princess outfit. But now like every pre-teen, she’d added Hannah Montana and High School Musical to her favourites. Now she talks about Troy, how he’s cute and how she loves him and is going to marry him. Lord have mercy. My godson on the other hand is just a rambunctious tyrant. He terrorises everyone especially his parents. He’s gong through this biting phase now, he just bites everyone for no reason. Mealtimes are a battle for him and his mum. Everytime I’ve fed him though, he eats all his food. I guess, I’m not as affected by his tears as his mum is and he knows that…lol. But I’ve love d watching him grow and do new things. He’s started school now…so proud…sniff, sniff.
Talking about family, mums and tears. My friend and her son came home from the hospital for the first time yesterday. Some old lady from her mum’s side came over to bathe and massage her and the baby. Apparently, it’s a Yoruba thing. So first up was the baby. She put palm oil all over his body. This was to help remove all the dried blood and nasty stuff that babies come out of the womb with. Then it was followed up with a bath with black soap and koin-koin (that rough sponge grandmas brought from the village). Once they were done, he surprisingly looked a lot cuter and slept hard. I’m guessing all the crying tired him out and being his first bath in three days he must have felt a lot of relief. That was Phase 1. Then she massaged him with a washcloth dipped in hot water. She put his arms and legs to his back to help flexibility. She said it helps the girls put on their bras…lol. She then moved on to throwing him up, down, upside down and sideways. The whole time the boy would cry, sleep, cry, sleep. Whenever he cried you could tell it was hurting the parents, the rest of us were just enjoying the spectacle. Finally, he was done, dressed and placed in his cot. It was then my friends turn. I won’t really go into much detail on hers so I can keep this blog PG rated. She was massaged with hot water and mentholatum so the milk would flow and her stomach was massaged to ease the passing of the leftover blood clots in the womb. It was obviously really painful. For her to have gone through labour and STILL cry, it must have been painful.
Do you know the psycho thing though? In the midst of all the pain and the tears, I couldn’t help anticipating when it’d be my turn. I went home and narrated the whole story to my mum and asked which woman from the village would come to do mine…she said she was more than capable to do it. So, here I am excited about when I’d go through labour, have my babies and get massaged…lol. Psycho, I know….
Even though I love my mum, siblings, nephews, nieces and god babies to death, I’m still very eager to start my own family, my own brood like Angelina Jolie. Have my own house, with a big ol’ kitchen and backyard with swing sets and a pool. I’ve even played round with the thought of adopting as I’m not getting any younger and STILL as single as ever. That brings us to my next favourite thing instalment – six packs and biceps.
See y’all tomorrow…
My family was made up of my dad, mum, younger sister and brother until we lost my dad 8 yrs ago.
The last time my dad and I saw, he told me to make sure to take care of my family when he died. That no matter what happened, family was the most important thing and I should never let anything separate us. I basically told him to shut up…lol… If I’d known he knew what he was talking about, maybe I’d have been more compassionate…lol.
I’ve been through a whole lot in the past couple of years, more than most people know and I wouldn’t be where I am today without the three of them. So yes, family IS the most important thing
So basically, my mum and I have a three-fold relationship. She’s my mum, co-parent, friend. I really had to grow up fast. Moving back home was a battle. I’d been away from home for five years. Adjusting to not having my dad around was one of the hardest things, especially since I was known as my daddy’s baby. Now my mum and I have come to adjust to the new dynamic of our relationship. It took a lot of arguments and tears to get here.
So now I’m both a parent and a big sister to my siblings. It has taken me a while to figure out when to wear which hat. But sometimes, both hats merge like when it comes to girlfriends/ boyfriends… The thought just kills me, because of course no girl or guy is good enough for my brother or sister. I’m sure eventually I’ll get over that. My brother on the other hand would be happy with any guy that showed up and paid dowry to him.
Then there are my god babies. My goddaughter is 8 years old and my godson is a year. My goddaughter is my little princess. She loves anything Disney princesses. So of course, being the type of godmother, I’ve spoiled her with every Disney princess outfit. But now like every pre-teen, she’d added Hannah Montana and High School Musical to her favourites. Now she talks about Troy, how he’s cute and how she loves him and is going to marry him. Lord have mercy. My godson on the other hand is just a rambunctious tyrant. He terrorises everyone especially his parents. He’s gong through this biting phase now, he just bites everyone for no reason. Mealtimes are a battle for him and his mum. Everytime I’ve fed him though, he eats all his food. I guess, I’m not as affected by his tears as his mum is and he knows that…lol. But I’ve love d watching him grow and do new things. He’s started school now…so proud…sniff, sniff.
Talking about family, mums and tears. My friend and her son came home from the hospital for the first time yesterday. Some old lady from her mum’s side came over to bathe and massage her and the baby. Apparently, it’s a Yoruba thing. So first up was the baby. She put palm oil all over his body. This was to help remove all the dried blood and nasty stuff that babies come out of the womb with. Then it was followed up with a bath with black soap and koin-koin (that rough sponge grandmas brought from the village). Once they were done, he surprisingly looked a lot cuter and slept hard. I’m guessing all the crying tired him out and being his first bath in three days he must have felt a lot of relief. That was Phase 1. Then she massaged him with a washcloth dipped in hot water. She put his arms and legs to his back to help flexibility. She said it helps the girls put on their bras…lol. She then moved on to throwing him up, down, upside down and sideways. The whole time the boy would cry, sleep, cry, sleep. Whenever he cried you could tell it was hurting the parents, the rest of us were just enjoying the spectacle. Finally, he was done, dressed and placed in his cot. It was then my friends turn. I won’t really go into much detail on hers so I can keep this blog PG rated. She was massaged with hot water and mentholatum so the milk would flow and her stomach was massaged to ease the passing of the leftover blood clots in the womb. It was obviously really painful. For her to have gone through labour and STILL cry, it must have been painful.
Do you know the psycho thing though? In the midst of all the pain and the tears, I couldn’t help anticipating when it’d be my turn. I went home and narrated the whole story to my mum and asked which woman from the village would come to do mine…she said she was more than capable to do it. So, here I am excited about when I’d go through labour, have my babies and get massaged…lol. Psycho, I know….
Even though I love my mum, siblings, nephews, nieces and god babies to death, I’m still very eager to start my own family, my own brood like Angelina Jolie. Have my own house, with a big ol’ kitchen and backyard with swing sets and a pool. I’ve even played round with the thought of adopting as I’m not getting any younger and STILL as single as ever. That brings us to my next favourite thing instalment – six packs and biceps.
See y’all tomorrow…
Favourite Things - Kids
Hi guys,
This is my first blog and I've been undecided on what to blog about. I have too much to talk about.... I've decided to start with my favorite things. My experience this past weekend had to do with one of them.
I love kids. They are just the best. I haven’t always loved kids. According to my mum, I was one of those kids that didn't like having a sibling. You can't really blame me for that. I mean, I was an only child for 6yrs... She said I even accused her of not loving me cos she put my baby sis in my old cot…like I could still fit in it. Don’t worry I love my sis now. It took some time though.
Thinking back now, I thing my love affair with kids started the day my goddaughter was born May 8th 2000. I was there right after she was born and she was the cutest the baby I’d ever seen. Actually, I haven’t seen one cuter. She had this curl on top of her head that wouldn’t be brushed down…kinda like the munchkins in the Wizard of Oz. I held on to her and wouldn’t let go, didn’t let anyone hold her for like an hour. After that I started working at the nursery in church. For the next 4 yrs I watched kids, ages 0-4 yrs, once on Wednesdays and twice on Sundays. My most memorable day was the day I had 13 kids to watch. Yes, 13 kids all under the age of 4. Usually I had someone to help and also a volunteer parent but on this day I had neither. To make it even more interesting, I had the heaviest baby ever who just refused to be put down. My arm hurt for a week. I learnt a lot about kids though with that experience. I think it made my mum happy, preparation for “you know what”.
So anywayz, one of my uncles has three daughters and for years I’d been asking him to bring them over to spend the weekend. Well, he finally did this past weekend. So I had three girls, Charlie’s angels, Ages 8 to 12, my brother and two of his friends to hang with.
Friday
We didn’t do much. After work I went to this networking thing called First Fridays (that reminds me, I need to order business cards). Imagine going to a networking event without business cards. It really wasn’t all that for me, maybe cos I’m shy and everybody seemed to know everyone else. There were little groups of people here and there. So I just hung at a table with my friend and “observed”. There were lots of “banker looking” people, dressed in tight clothes (guys and girls). I will never understand why Nigerian guys, especially bank boys, like wearing tight fitting clothes. But I got to see my godfather, hadn’t seen him in a while. So after a couple of hours, I went home to meet Charlie’s angels. It was definitely different having girls that age over screaming and talking about boys and who kissed who. At that age, I was kinda scared of boys. They told us then you could get pregnant just hanging to close to a boy…lol… We gisted for a little bit and I went to bed.
Saturday
We woke up, got dresses which seemed to take them forever, stuffed ourselves in my little Honda Civic and went out for breakfast and then did some shopping, video games, paper dolls, romance novels… After that, we went out for pizza, went to visit my friend that just had a baby (yes, all of us) and then we went home so I could get ready for a friend’s dad’s 70th birthday, which had an unexpected effect on me but that’s a story for another day. Got back home and went straight to bed…
Sunday
We all went to church, yes all of us in my little car. We then went out for lunch, bowling and then watched Pink Panther 2 at the movies. I slept through half the movie, saw the beginning part and the end but the parts I saw were quite funny. We then went out for Ice cream and went home. Was supposed to go for a baby dedication after, but just couldn’t make it. I had a visitor later, which was nice. Always nice to hang around people my age.
So that was how my weekend went…and that's my first blog. Hope you enjoyed it.
The next one will be on my family….
See ya
This is my first blog and I've been undecided on what to blog about. I have too much to talk about.... I've decided to start with my favorite things. My experience this past weekend had to do with one of them.
I love kids. They are just the best. I haven’t always loved kids. According to my mum, I was one of those kids that didn't like having a sibling. You can't really blame me for that. I mean, I was an only child for 6yrs... She said I even accused her of not loving me cos she put my baby sis in my old cot…like I could still fit in it. Don’t worry I love my sis now. It took some time though.
Thinking back now, I thing my love affair with kids started the day my goddaughter was born May 8th 2000. I was there right after she was born and she was the cutest the baby I’d ever seen. Actually, I haven’t seen one cuter. She had this curl on top of her head that wouldn’t be brushed down…kinda like the munchkins in the Wizard of Oz. I held on to her and wouldn’t let go, didn’t let anyone hold her for like an hour. After that I started working at the nursery in church. For the next 4 yrs I watched kids, ages 0-4 yrs, once on Wednesdays and twice on Sundays. My most memorable day was the day I had 13 kids to watch. Yes, 13 kids all under the age of 4. Usually I had someone to help and also a volunteer parent but on this day I had neither. To make it even more interesting, I had the heaviest baby ever who just refused to be put down. My arm hurt for a week. I learnt a lot about kids though with that experience. I think it made my mum happy, preparation for “you know what”.
So anywayz, one of my uncles has three daughters and for years I’d been asking him to bring them over to spend the weekend. Well, he finally did this past weekend. So I had three girls, Charlie’s angels, Ages 8 to 12, my brother and two of his friends to hang with.
Friday
We didn’t do much. After work I went to this networking thing called First Fridays (that reminds me, I need to order business cards). Imagine going to a networking event without business cards. It really wasn’t all that for me, maybe cos I’m shy and everybody seemed to know everyone else. There were little groups of people here and there. So I just hung at a table with my friend and “observed”. There were lots of “banker looking” people, dressed in tight clothes (guys and girls). I will never understand why Nigerian guys, especially bank boys, like wearing tight fitting clothes. But I got to see my godfather, hadn’t seen him in a while. So after a couple of hours, I went home to meet Charlie’s angels. It was definitely different having girls that age over screaming and talking about boys and who kissed who. At that age, I was kinda scared of boys. They told us then you could get pregnant just hanging to close to a boy…lol… We gisted for a little bit and I went to bed.
Saturday
We woke up, got dresses which seemed to take them forever, stuffed ourselves in my little Honda Civic and went out for breakfast and then did some shopping, video games, paper dolls, romance novels… After that, we went out for pizza, went to visit my friend that just had a baby (yes, all of us) and then we went home so I could get ready for a friend’s dad’s 70th birthday, which had an unexpected effect on me but that’s a story for another day. Got back home and went straight to bed…
Sunday
We all went to church, yes all of us in my little car. We then went out for lunch, bowling and then watched Pink Panther 2 at the movies. I slept through half the movie, saw the beginning part and the end but the parts I saw were quite funny. We then went out for Ice cream and went home. Was supposed to go for a baby dedication after, but just couldn’t make it. I had a visitor later, which was nice. Always nice to hang around people my age.
So that was how my weekend went…and that's my first blog. Hope you enjoyed it.
The next one will be on my family….
See ya
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