Monday, August 24, 2009

"Paging Claudine, paging Claudine"


Ok, so yesterday I went to the BBQ with the girls & we had a blast. Uncle Leroy thankfully was not there, there were no ribs, just chicken & fish (which was delish), moscato (not a fan...I'm a pinot grigio kind of girl), there were only about 15 people there so it was quite intimate (cool), the weather was great...not too balmy, not too chilly...perfection. The conversation was nice. All in all a great time. Afterwards we went to this bar nearby that was relatively new & the bartender who was a friend of Madison & Honey's let us eat & drink for free AND he gave us plenty of credits on the jukebox which we played everything from the essential Earth, Wind, & Fire's "Can't hide love" (my fav) to Erykah Badu's "Otherside of the game".

It was oh so fabulous fun :-D

Anywho, I made it back home about 1:30 in the morning with the rest of my shrimp from the bar in a take out box & feeling mellow & content.

Today I woke up feeling pretty good. I went light on dinner today since I went HELLA hard yesterday & cooked grilled mesquite shrimp with couscous. It is really good, filling, & not to mention pretty healthy.

Don't worry. I will hook you up with the recipe at the end.

Anywho, after I ate I left out for a few hours, ran some errands, hit up my favorite smoothie spot then came back supposedly to tell you all a whole bunch of nothing about how I went to a BBQ then a bar then came home.

Boring as shit huh ?

Instead I curled up on the couch to watch one of my all time favorite classics, "Claudine". I love this movie for a number of reasons, besides Diahann Carroll being absolutely beautiful in this film I love the strong black woman that she projected. She had 6 kids, no man (until James Earl Jones came in on his golden garbage truck & swept her off her feet), had "Mr. Welfare" on her ass, worked as a housekeeper, then came home at the end of the day & worked her ass off in her OWN house all while raising 6 damn kids.

Damn. Do they even make them like her anymore ?

I watched the movie as I had countless times before but this time I wondered quietly to myself ?

Where have all the Claudine's gone ?
Now I don't mean where did all the welfare mom's struggling to survive go ? I mean where did all the strong black women who believe making it was not JUST an option, but the ONLY option. What happened to that woman that would bust her ass daily at a job she didn't necessarily care for (& probably caught the bus there), but did it because she was a survivor. A fighter. She was independent & took no shit from anyone, especially a man,

Oh, & her hair STAYED laid, pants with a crease that could cut butter & she smelled like Chanel No. 5.

Where is SHE at ?

You had women who worked during the day & took business classes at night to better themselves & give them an edge for when they went for that promotion. They had small apartments probably no more than 600 square feet but when you walked inside it was neat, clean with fabulous dime store knick knacks, Chaka playing in the background & smelled of incense sticks. Women were strong, proud, & demanded respect.


Don't get me wrong. We still have a lot of chicks that are out there making the donuts, but where did our strength go ? Can we all agree that today's woman appears to be a largely watered down version of the strong, black woman of yesterday ? Did we get soft because a lot of our men stopped acting like real men & instead became glorified & celebrated gigolos ? Are we now getting more paranoid & desperate because more & more of our men are either in jail, gay (or downlow), or already married (& not a lot of them to US)

Misogynist lyrics have been increasing in not only rap, but in some r&b songs since the 90's, but when you are in a club & you see the women singing along louder than the men - ladies we have a serious problem.

My girlfriend & I were just talking about Lil Wayne's "Every girl" song in which he expresses oh so eloquently "I wish I could f%*k every girl in the world". Why are their women singing this song & LOVING it ?!

He couldn't want to just love them ?

*sigh*...bless them babies...

Yes ladies & germs, Claudine has left the building...hopefully she will find her way back soon because she was a class act & lord knows we need her.

XOXO

Barbii

P.s...

Here is the recipe for the shrimp & couscous (YUMMY) !

Enjoy kids :-D

Grilled Mesquite Shrimp

Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 4 minutes
Ingredients:
3 pounds large shrimp, peeled with tails on and de-veined
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
8 tablespoons butter
3 tablespoons chili powder
1 tablespoon garlic powder
skewers

Preparation:

Place peeled shrimp in a large bowl. In a medium saucepan, combine all ingredients, except for shrimp. Once butter has melted pour marinade over shrimp, cover, and allow to marinate in refrigerator for 20-30 minutes. Preheat grill for medium-high heat. Place 4-5 shrimp on each skewer. Place shrimp on grill rack and allow to cook for 2 minutes her side. Remove and serve.

Couscous

Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Ingredients:
1 1/2 cup couscous
2 3/4 cups water
1/4 teaspoon salt

Preparation:

In a saucepan, bring water to a boil. Add salt and stir. Add couscous and remove from heat and allow to sit for about 5 minutes. Couscous should be light and fluffy, not gummy. Be sure to allow the couscous to absorb the water.

*tip* Prepare couscous with chicken broth instead of water. It really makes for a nice flavor :-D

Sunday, August 23, 2009

"Sugar to shit"











Ok, so the margarita's made Barbii get a late start today, but it's Sunday ("Lifetime Sunday" to be exact ladies) so it's acceptable. I showered, teeth are brushed, & have digested my turkey bacon & egg whites with low fat cheese (damn Atkins). I really wanted a mimosa but had no champagne so just simply orange it was (because it would have been TOO early to put vodka in it...right ?)...

Anyway...moving on. As you all know last night I decided against going out & instead kicked it at "Club Barbii" solo dolo ending the night conked out on my couch with "Purple Rain" on repeat & an empty pitcher of pomegranate margarita on the table. Oh & it was SOOO delish ! I'll include the recipe at the end kids :-D

What to wear, what to wear...

It's not really hot today, so far it is only 68 (damn...where did summer go that quick?)...but I actually like the weather when it's cooler (me thinking fall :-D). The clothes are way more fabulous...knee boots, UGGS (I oh so LIVE in my chocolate ones), fly jackets, dope sweater dresses that accentuate said knee boots, tight fitting Joe jeans (I am a jean addict)...I think it has to do with me being born in the fall, I just love it.

But it's not THAT type of weather yet, so let's find something to wear today kids.

My girl Madison called me today & invited me to go to a BBQ w/her & my girl Honey (not her government of course, but her true nickname) around 6 ish. Now I NEVER turn down a chance to grub on some ribs (at least Atkins is good for something right) so I happily accepted even though it looks kinda gloomy out & rain may be in the later forecast.

Ok, I think I know what I am going to wear today, so let's move on to today's topic shall we ?

Ladies, what do you do when the great guy you are dating is great on paper, but the spark just is NOT there ?

Hmm...

We have all been here before. After dating asshole after asshole you FINALLY get a gift from the date fairy & meet "him". He has his shit together. No kids (sans the baby momma drama), He has a degree, maybe even an MBA, a fly ass loft (think Brian Kinney on "Queer as Folk"), bomb ass gig...hmm...maybe a financial analyst (yea, Im reaching I know), pushes a fly whip, teeth that look like he was BORN with braces or some ish because his teeth are THAT perfect.

Anyway, you all see where I am going right ? Dude is the ish.

You guys go out a few times & each date is better than the previous. You are TOTALLY enamored with this dude even though you are trying your hardest to not fall so quickly. You email each other while at work & continue during your lunches by texting.

It is flirtatious, it is brand new, it is bliss.

Then IT happens.

You two have just left one of your favorite sushi joints & the sake has you feeling SUPER sexy & him as well. You are driving back to his place & Neyo is crooning through his sound system...

Damn, the night couldn't get any better could it ?

You make it back to his place & you are doing your BEST Melyssa Ford strut across the hardwood floor to him (damn that Sake is a confidence booster right?)...

You & him begin to kiss (he is a great kisser), hands are going everywhere (you are READY for it), you both make your way to his bedroom &...

...20 minutes later you are lying on your back trying to figure out how to get the hell up out of dodge & fast.

The foreplay, the equiptment, hell, even his moans....all wack .

After you hit your girl while he is asleep with that "call me with an emergency" text so that you can get the hell out of there (which always works like a charm right girls) you get dressed, race to your car, sit behind the wheel & wonder.

What the hell just happened ?

Ladies & germs, sugar to shit just happened.

Sugar to shit is that dreadful experience when you meet the perfect guy who unfortunately can't screw his way out of a paper bag. He is good on paper, looks are flawless, he is so YOU. But he will also be the reason that you have to go to Rite Aid every week to restock on KY Jelly. Now sex is not what defines a relationship of course, but it does help keep things running along quite nice doesn't it ? We all say we want the aforementioned guy...the "good guy", but do we really ? How many women are willing to walk away from the "good guy" because his sexual skills are lacking ? How about the ones that stay with him only to cheat on him with the "bad guy" who has you sweating out that press & curl that you stayed in the shop for 6 hours to get ?

Oh now DON'T act like you don't know about the "bad guy" ?

The bad guy is that dude that your silly ass met at (of all places), the club. That hot ass club that was advertised a gazillion times on the radio & facebook. He is gorgeous of course, whip is nice, as far as his crib it can be one of 2 things...

You haven't seen it because he lives with "a friend"

*side eye*

He still lives with the 'rents (MASSIVE fail in which you deserve to be burned)

Or he simply just doesn't want the jump off (oh, that would be YOU) to know where he lives because Mr. Playa has had 1 too many drive by/pop ups while entertaining other lady friends.

His sex is OH SO bomb ! I'm talking afterwards you are at the crib (YOUR crib because he didn't invite you to stay the night ) basking in the after glow.

He doesn't offer to go out on a real date too much & if he does it is probably because you are taking too long to put out & he feels that is the sacrifice he must make. He goes out damn near EVERY night to clubs, not upscale lounges or bars, not restaurants, but "free before 11" clubs, & much like Norm at Cheers, "everybody knows his name".

Yea, THAT guy.

This is the guy that you KNOW is bad news. You see through that smile & how he says ALL the right things but you STILL give him a chance to make you a damn statistic.

*Sigh*...smh...

So the question I pose ladies is this...

Why do we ignore those little "tell tell" signs that are there in the beginning & proceed with the facade of a relationship until the inevitable occurs ? Why do we set ourselves up to be 2 months down the line pissed beyond control, eating Ben & Jerry's & listening to Mary J non stop (oh, & I'm talking "depressed, drunk, & going through the ish with K.C." Mary circa '93).

Why can't we just give that "good guy" a try ? Is it because women secretly crave some sort of drama or chaos ? Is it because we too love the thrill of the chase ?

Hmm...Imma have to digest this bit today & talk it out with the girls on the way to the BBQ....

Damnit ! It's 4:43 & I am still in a damn robe !

Ok kids, I am about to get dressed & head to the BBQ. Pray that there are no drunk Uncle Leroy's there that will try to make me dance with them & that the ribs are beef.

Holla 'atcha later tonite !

XOXO

Barbii

P.s...

I didn't forget the recipe kids ! Enjoy responsibly :-D





Pomegranate Margarita


Courtesy of Danny Boome (http://www.foodnetwork.com/)

Prep time 5 minutes, makes 4 servings, real easy


Lime wedge, plus more for garnish
Salt
Ice
4 ounces white tequila
2 ounces Triple Sec
1/2 cup pomegranate juice
1 lime, juiced (optional)
Club soda

Saturday, August 22, 2009

"Where is my sexy night life" ??








My phone has been blowing up off my hip today. My inbox on facebook rapidly filling, twitter has tons of "@" messages. I'm not usually this damn popular. I mean, I am a fabulous kinda gal, but it's the weekend & everyone wants to hit the streets to either go to some overpriced, crowded club, bar, or lounge. I guess I should have on a pair of American Apparel liquid leggings, one of my many pairs of 4 inch heels & push my boobs up to my chin to join the masses, but instead I have on a pair of Target cotton girl boxers & a boy beater. My face is scrubbed clean instead of M.A.C. powder, exaggerated eyes & Dior gloss, and I am wearing a ponytail. Not the sexy, tousled ponytail that cascades down one of your shoulders, (hold my ponytail bish :-D), but the ponytail that you put in your hair to keep it off your face & out of the way while you exfoliate. Sexy eh ? Yea, I didn't really think so either. Why did I decline all the invites tonite ? Well, the club scene has been rather disappointing to say the least. No interesting people, the drinks blase`, there is the possibility that some jackass is going to get hammered & want to fight for no apparent reason forcing you to run your ass out the door & scuff up those hella expensive Stella McCartney pumps that you just had to have, then to top it off you have that ridiculous $20 cover, or $40 if you want to sit in a cramped, roped off area no different from the regular admission to feel like you are (Jesse Jackson voice), somebody. Then there are the faux ballers who walk around with that same half empty ass bottle of Grey Goose (not impressive by the way fellas) with their entourage of 21 year old girls who follow these losers around the club taking flick after flick (bless them babies) . They aren't buying drinks & they scream (yes bish, SCREAM) in your ear trying to holla & damn near force you to make an appointment the next day at the nearest miracle ear center. Anywho, that is why my fabulous ass is at "Club Barbii" tonite. The drinks are as strong as I like & overflowing. If I want a margarita I don't have to deal with some wack ass bartender telling me "yo baby gurl I can't make any frozen drinks tonite". The music selection is the ish AND they WILL play Jamiroquai "7 days in sunny June" without giving me the side eye. Oh, & did I mention that I don't even have to tip my bartender :-D

Love it !

I may step out for drinks tomorrow (as I do still go out pretty regularly), but we'll save that for next time :-D

Anywho consider this a psuedo introduction to my blog. There are a ton of entertainment blogs out & I am a fan of a lot of them, but this is not that type of blog. I will occasionally engage in discussions about celebrity current events, but this blog will be sort of a blogger smorgasbord. I will talk about my life & all it's fabulous happenings (or lack of, but I digress, glass half full people :-D), favorite cocktail recipes, favorite quotes that every single, black Barbii should know. Discussions about men, men, oh & of course men. Sex will be a frequent topic because this Barbii is not a whore, but not a prude either. It will be well rounded & entertaining because besides being intelligent & witty I am a pretty sarcastic bitch when I want to be. So tell a friend who will tell a friend who will hopefully tell a gay guy then EVERYONE fabulous will know (it's all love, I HEART my Divo's) because it is going to be great fun. Check in everyday because I will be sure to try my DAMNDEST to update daily & regularly.

*Yawns*...Margaritas are kicking in...

Ok, be easy kids,

XOXO

Barbii


P.S....

Quote of the day:

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." — Marilyn Monroe