The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 20 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
I considered not going, even up to the last minute. But I am strong, I thought, so why should a pair of forceps frighten me?
Hah!
Got there and there were a few (two) patients waiting ahead of me. I told the ladies I would come back. They advised me not to leave because the dentist might call me anytime. I was trying to get them to let me go for 20 minutes, and then I mightn't have come back. But I listened to them. Good thing I did because the dentist called me soon after.
After chit chatting about Jamaica's disastrous performance in the Stanford 20/20 final last night, he aimed the needle at my gum. I gurgled, like a puppy getting its first shots. The dentist was laughing so hard, he had to stop. One injection down, he aimed again. Same reaction from me....same reaction from him. He then said he has had patients make sounds before but mine was the strangest.
I had asked him to tell me how long it would take to yank the tooth out. He said in about the same time as it takes for one of Jerome Taylor's balls to reach the batsman. Oh! Real quick. Goody.
He did a pain check. Everything was in order. The knock-out medicine was good. Then came the forceps. With his first hold of the tooth, I heard the sensation of the tooth being ripped from its roots. Mind you, I could FEEL nothing. But the mind is a helluva thing and so I envisioned what was happening and assumed what I should be feeling.
He stopped for a bit, and I took the opportunity to reach for the assistant's hand. As he yanked, I squeezed. I don't know how I didnt break her fingers.
In quick time, it was out, the gauze was in, and the worst was over. But I felt like a part of me had been ripped out. It's psychological. You see, I always get compliments about my smile and teeth. Now my crowning glory has been altered.
I immediately asked him about stopping up the gap. A denture is an option, and so are implants. Maybe I will go for the latter. Some how, I don't think the cutting of the gum to put the implant will be as traumatic as the yanking. Again it's mental. I will know that it will be restoring my glorious smile, and so that will make everything feel better....I hope!
Oh, I asked him for the tooth. He told me that the Tooth Fairy stopped working long, at my age! It's now in a bottle being bleached. Then I will keep it as a memento of the day when I became Baby Toothless.
I am having second thoughts about yanking out the tooth today. Especially too since the swelling on my gum has gone down.
But I should think about all the days I get pain there, and the tooth really feels like it should not be in my mouth. Lemme go sleep on it......
In 1986, I spent the summer obsessing over my missing tooth. It was bound to happen...
Genes is a helluva thing and I noticed that the parents had some baby teeth during their adult years..and then they were missing. One day many many years ago, I was at the dentist (I go regularly) and she said to me "you know that these are still baby teeth?" What???? By this time, I was a horse back adult.
What did this mean? It meant that when they fell out, nothing would grow to replace them. So in 1986, one started to rock rather badly. The end was near. Went to the dentist one Saturday morning (it was a Polish lady) and she finished the job off. I went to work on Monday and asked my then boss (summer job while a UWI student) if he could see the gap when I smiled. He reassured me that I was obsessing unnecessarily. (Kelly, this is your brother's father-in-law I am talking about). So I resumed my big smile.
Fast forward 22 years (when I was counting it up today for the dentist, I said "eegad...already????"). Two days ago my gum over the other side starts to hurt....AND...there is swelling. So after speaking with a colleague today about it, she suggests I go to the dentist. Off I go. He says it's more than likely an infection, do I know it's a baby tooth, did they do an x-ray to check that there was none hiding in the gum (I think so) and I should be thinking about taking it out.
He was all suited up ready to take it out right there and then.
No!!!!!!!!!! I exclaimed
Why? he asked.
"Because I am not prepared," I said. He said he was quite prepared. I explained I had guest cocktails later, so he said ok, it probably is best that I don't do it today.
I told him I had to prepare mentally for my tooth to be yanked out with a jack hammer. He laughed and said it was quite a simple process, even though the tooth is not shaking. I envisioned him yanking...... rocking......pulling hard. He said I would get local anesthesia, he would use forceps and it would be over in a jiffy.
But then I would be toothless for the rest of my life! I suppose I could put in one of them false teeth. Ah....aging is a helluva thing. To be fair though, that tooth did last me all of nearly 42 years, so I shouldn't really complain. In preparation, I am going to the hairdresser later this week!
Went out on Saturday night. Came back late and got ready for bed. Part of getting ready for bed is emptying my bladder because I hate to be awaked mid-sleep to let out stuff.
So was there in the bathroom waiting....just like my granny used to do when she was alive.
It was about 4am and I was tired, so I closed my eyes for a bit....or so I thought!
When I woke up 45 minutes later, I could feel nothing. My legs were dead and for some strange reason, I didn't feel like I was in this world. Then I started to scream. Real screams. Good thing the neighbours above me, their bedrooms are situated on their second floor. Wonder what would have happened if they had heard me?
Anyway, I started frantically banging my feet on the floor, while still sitting on the throne. Slowly, the blood started to circulate. By this time, my heart was pounding in my chest. I thought this was it.
Hmmm, wonder who would have missed me, had I popped off?
Take a look....
(and oh....I would cut it off again in a heartbeat, because as the pictures show, hair does grow back!)
ooops, the picture has disappeared
I dug up some old pictures of me recently. It was interesting to see how I had morphed from being a geeky looking child. Well, I don't know if I have quite morphed into 'chic', but certainly there have been some improvements. Take a look. You be the judge.
The one with the 70's afro was taken in about 2nd form, and the other in 6th form. The recent one was taken on 16 August 2007.
If I asked everybody who reads this blog to put a comment saying "I read", wonder who I would see in the comments section?
Could there be people as far as from Timbuktu or as near as my backyard reading? With the World Wide Web, it just could be the Whole Wide World reading init?
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Then the question is, if you know who's reading, do you change what you normally blog about.
Probably.
So.....
WHO'S READING?
From the GM's secretary's desk at a hotel in Trinidad, I wrote my first blog entry for you.
Some of you were here back then, four years ago. My....it seems like just yesterday.
You can go down memory lane and read the entries for that August month. I particularly liked Zee French Dentist one!
I think I will be moving to Word Press. But check here first.
The derms always tell you not to pick the zits. But tell me how many of you can resist that ripe, bulging, bumpy bump when it is staring right back at you?
So then I squeeze, it bleeds - after shooting out the white oily smelling bit, it forms a scab, you pick off the scab and start the process all over again! Very satisfying. But very scarring.
I have several scar marks on my chin, where bumps seem to have moved to en masse, once I got older. And eating ice cream and cookies for the past couple of days has started a bump party on my chin! Eeegad!
Don't go....there are pics....
....then of course when you get the scar, you gotta get some Ambi with Salicylic Acid to fade the blemishes. The derms will tell you if oonu neva squeeze it inna di fus place, oonu wudnt need di Ambi! But seriously though doc, if you don't squeeze it, what will eventually happen?
And why is it that hair grows back into the skin instead of sprouting out?
Anyway, I took these pics tonight....
Let's shed some more light on the situation....zits with flash!
(Dr D, I am lining up for my licks!)
I'm watching a repeat of the historic You Tube debate with the Democratic candidates. I missed the whole of it last week.
Every time I look at Obama's lips, I wonder if he smokes. His lips are very dark.
The analysts said that Hilary Clinton was miles away from the other candidates, and that Obama's inexperience showed. I think that Hilary should be President, and Obama her Vice President. Now THAT would be historic!
I'm still here. Just lots going on at work. Busy Busy.
See you next week. Probably with some pictures too.
Ok, so I did ANOTHER of those quizzes....
| You Are A Green Girl |
 You're curious and logical - and enjoy a good intellectual challenge. You're super cool, calm, and collected. Very little tries your patience. Your only fear? People not realizing how smart and able you are! |
Imagine, two tiny nations - Grenada and Trinidad & Tobago, have won gold at the prestigious Chelsea Flower Show in London.
Last year, Grenada went down a step when they won only silver. In previous years, they had won gold always. I believe this is TT's first gold, based on what I heard the TT lady say on TV tonight.
Go Caribbean!
Email is a good thing, but it can also be a bad thing. I have 1,230 emails in my In box that I have failed to file away in their respective folders. Cricket World Cup added plenty to it. I tried using filters, where it would send the email straight to which ever folder I wanted, but what I found is that I would forget to check each folder!
So I just sit and look at the email and endeavour on each trip while watching cricket, to file them away. Let's see if being at Lords will inspire me to get rid of them.
Look up the meaning here and see if you are a termagant. For the ladies only.
Ah cyan tek when tings not good.
I bought some regionally made Knee Highs to wear to work. I think they made in Panama. I really should get up to go check the label, but I jes know it nuh mek in UK or USA.
I can only get one wear out of a pair, and that is not very economical. It always runs at the toe. Bloody annoying I say.
I was in the pharmacy in Jamaica the other day and picked up a whole heap, and then remembered I was 'hoff to Hingland' in a few and prompty bought only just enough to tide me over until next week when I arrive there. I'm a Boots brand devotee. Good and sturdy, like me.
Please keep the weather good for me. I hear it's been brilliant.
....That previous post wasnt completed! I started it the night before I departed Grenada. So on Monday night, after I came home far too late from work, I saw the toad or tree frog (the tiny ones tittilayo...nothing to be afraid of) and came to do the post and then said I really needed to pack.
So I left the computer and of course when one has a 6am flight, doing a blog entry before one leaves is just not on!
What I was going to go on to say is that the lizard comes in through the bent screen at the kitchen window, and have no idea where the tree frog comes from. I dont see the frog in the day and I don't see the lizards in the night, so they are on shift I think. I am away until 30 March (Jamaica, St Kitts, Antigua back to Grenada) and they are going to have a grand ole time while I am away. I will have much lizard droppings to clean up when I return. Which brings me to this question.....
.....do tree frogs deficate?
I've spent the last 3.5 hours online, viewing items at J C Penney, Target and Amazon. Mostly clothes items because I really don't spend money on clothes and I don't have a wardrobe. I wear the same things over and over again...plus, I don't go anywhere because I am either at work or at home. In Jamaica, it's either home or the gym, so I really don't have need for clothes.
But there is the matter of cricket this year - Jamaica, St Kitts, Antigua, Grenada, and Barbados, and I figure with the little bit of weight loss, I deserve some new shoes and clothes.
I first shopped on Amazon years ago and found their service to be great. They continue to be very efficient and I don't have any complaints with them. The last time I was in Florida, I went to J C Penney and liked their clothes - very simple...very me. Decided over Christmas to give them a try. Bought some sheets and clothes from them. There was a problem with the address (their fault) and so I did not get the items for Christmas and one of them was a gift. I emailed them and they said they would refund the shipping charges (US$65) which they did (got the statement last week).
I like JC Penney's navigation. Very simple. They also have a wide product selection, so just finished selecting a fair bit. Haven't closed the order yet because I had to see what Target had to offer. Was very disappointed in their site. Only bought two bras as a result because the site was hard to navigate. As I usually do, I've given them some feedback. Don't suppose they will take it on board, but mi ah give it anyway!
I wrote..
I usually shop on JC Penney and Amazon, and I have to say that I found your site very difficult to navigate. Specifically, regarding shoes, I wear 11W and could not tell if you have that in stock because you only list the size and not the width for each product.
Also, there are multiple viewings of the same product, just for different colours. A suggestion is to have one picture of a product, and then give the shopper the option of selecting colours from a drop down menu.
I have spent several hundred dollars with both amazon and jcpenney because it is easy to view and select the products. I got frustrated with your online shopping so only bought two bras and I don't think I will return.
And I seriously won't return. I don't think I need to work so hard to give away my money. Anyone who wants it must make it easy for me to give it away!
Apart from admiring Professor Trevor Munroe's butt in his jeans while he taught me Introduction to Politics at UWI Mona, I know zilch about politics. But I am following this American Democratic vote very carefully and will watch all the tv I can to see this Obama dude and Miss Hilary fight it out.
In the meantime, can someone in the know explain to me about being left of centre, centre and right of centre? That I have never been able to get.
I was really trying with them. I wore them for the second time today. Wednesday was the first day.
Well, this is what happened today.
Just came home from the movies (see the Dreamgirls entry), the right eye came out ok. I still quite haven't got the knack of taking them out just yet. The left one took a bit of doing. Rub, rub, rub. Wet, wet, wet with some drops. Pull down. Pinch. Nothing.
Do it all over again. I guess I was anxious to take them out cause they were irritating me all night in the movie theatre and I wished I coulda just grabbed them out with all that hassle.
Anyway, so after about three of four tries, I yank out left eye. Is that a fluff thing? Nope. It's a tear. The damn thing tear. Fortunately it was a free trial pair. I was supposed to tell the eye doc if she should order a three month supply for me (disposable lenses), but I dunno, I dunno. Too much hassle. Glasses are so much easier, and after 34 years of wearing them, it's really going to take some doing to get into another habit.
WARNING: Full frontal features on show.
(and they won't stay up for many days)
Should I get contact lenses? I've worn glasses since I was 6. I am now 40. Do the math. I got a pair of contacts when I was about 22 or so....I remember wearing them while I was in Nassau at school, but only one day per 6 months because they never felt comfortable. When I went to work in Grenada, I wore them all of 4 hours at work one night.
When I went back to the opthal-doc in October, she said when I come in December she will have a trial pair for me. But ah dunno....is so much trouble. Is it worth it? (Mad Bull....the "no-face-cut-out-photos" are especially for you" but of course you know they will soon disappear!)
YOU'RE TOO LATE!
I just came on to do a post and realize that this is the 1001th entry. Wow. Three years and three months, 1000 posts.....that's nuff init?
Anyway, what I was going to post is this.
I need to go to England. Running out of Marks & Spencers baggies (the best in my opinion...durable, comfortable, washes well and all that jazz that you need in a baggie) and Boots tights.
I was first introduced to Boots tights while working at the Excelsior Heathrow hotel. The Assistant Housekeeper was telling me to get some 15 denier stockings. I think I was complaining that the ones I had come up from Jamaica with were chaffing my legs......rubbing together, course stocking fabric etc. When she said "tights", I pictured what I refer to as "leggings" (and indeed most Caribbean persons who have never lived in foreign would also call tights leggings) and I am thinking how di ass she expect me to wear leggings to work. Then she explained.
In Britain, tights are the same as panty hoses. Stockings are the real stockings that you need hooks to keep up. Men, are you taking note?
So out I went and bought my first Boots tights in Summer 1992. Don't wear anything else. The supply that I returned to the Caribbean with in May 2003 after I left school is almost done.
So I need to go to England.
I'm not a team player or whatever is that group thingy that allows posts on your blog.
*sniff*
Hilarious...especially if you are over 40!
Found a quiz through one of the Human Resource sites.
It's fun. Do it and see what type of cheese you are.
Cheese Test: What type of cheese are you?
I am a Cheddar Cheese!
It took Amelie Mauresmo a couple of tries to reach the Finals or Wimbledon and then to win it. She has been accused of losing it mentally when she reaches the brink of victory. That nearly happened to her in the semis against Grunter Sharapova but she pulled through.
It must be a relief for her. She told the reporter after the match that now, nobody can talk about her nerves.
Congrats kid. You've been around for a long time and you've obviously worked at your game. First the Australian Open, now Wimbledon. It must feel special.
I never played any sports, so I have no clue what a victory like this means. I do, however, know what it means to earn a Masters degree with distinction and being one of only 10% who did the same thing!
Now I already say I aint no football expert. I aint know didly squat about the game and tactics and who playing good and who doh playing good.
But after watching the last 30 minutes of the game, I have to say that the win was thoroughly deserved. That goalkeeper Bufon or whatever his name is, must get any amount of money he asks for after this. But also the defenders, cause the Germans only could get possession of the ball for 43% of the time.
But the stats tell you that Italy had 10 shots on goal. They were more accurate. The Germans only had 2. So there you have it. It's Italy vs ? If it's France they play in the finals, then I speak both Italian and French, so I can chant in either language.
Well, not really.....
It's funny you know. I did three semesters of Italian in England and all I remember is uno, due, tre, buon giorno, buena cera, la cena, and ciao. That's not good enough really, for a person who is supporting the team.
Well all I really do need to know is the uno, due, and tre, for 1, 2, or 3 is the number of goals that Italy will score in the finals!
Just finished watching the Italy vs German match....well the end part of it actually.
It was nice to see the big Germans sob after the loss. Our West Indies players should try that more often. It would make the public more sympathetic towards them! Losing obviously meant something to the Germans. You wonder how much it means to our players sometimes.
I was scared that the match today against Germany would have gone to penalty shoot out, but my Italy prevailed and here we are in the finals!!
Two goals. In the last two minutes of the game. What luck! Go Italy. Whichever one you meet, Portugal or France, we will be ready!
I wonder if they will have a good night's sleep tonight before the big day tomorrow. All former colonies want to whoop their former colonial masters big time. Wouldn't it be a great story if Trinidad earns a win against England?
And I have read that the substitute goal keeper will play in this match. Hmmm, I wonder if the regular keeper Kelvin Jack, saw how much better Shaka kept and decided to not get fit. He had a leg problem I think.
Go Shaka!. Go Trinidad!
Rodney Clarke and Robert Anderson. Also click here for more on Robert.
(and I know them both. Watch this space)
The retired landlord is Grenadian who migrated to Canada at age 15. He still has his Grenadian accent though. He met me at the unit. There are seven or eight of them, some two bedroom, some one bedroom. I had secured a one bedroom for March as a temporary measure because I needed to know where I was coming back to on the 2nd from Trinidad.
It is bare, bare, bare. But for the price what could one expect? A TV maybe? Some hangers even. How about an iron? Well nada. But I knew that before because I had emailed him from Jamaica to find out what it had so I could buy stuff in Jamaica at Azan's (there is a blog entry about that I think).
Before left for Trinidad, I had seen a two bedroom, however although the rent and location was good, I felt I needed more space. Went to look at a three bedroom today closer to the hotel, right on the Grand Anse main road and even better, close to the gym. The rental agency is going to try and negotiate with the owner to see if she will come down off her price.
Interestingly enough, in 1997 or 1998 when I was looking, I had gone to look at that apartment and it was 'fugly'. Brown drab furniture like what your grandma would have purchased when she moved to London in the 1950's. Serious. And it had three bedrooms and ONE.......ONE bathroom!
Anyway, the upstairs has three bedroooms and two bathrooms, a large kitchen and all the modern conveniences - microwave, washing machine and dryer, air conditioning units in all bedrooms, a large living room (furniture not too pretty but it will do), television with cable etc.
So I am keeping my fingers and yamtoes crossed. Cross yours too.
You think these spammers will get the message? Don't send no damn junk about penis enlargement!
I have to say that in Jamaica we do a good job with sports coverage generally. For example, on a day like yesterday when two Carib Beer matches were going on, on Jamaican stations, you would have got the close of play scores from both matches.
In Grenada last night, I could only get the match that was being played here....Windwards vs Barbados.
Then when I turned to Gayelle TV, their sports section had a story on Dwayne Bravo getting a 3 year contract with - I think - a batting company. Now I didn't watch Gayelle from the start of news so not sure if they reported that first thing, but I certainly didn't hear the scores in the Jamaica vs TT. Is a good thing. It would have pissed me off (just like today's close of day scores will!)
I was watching a Trinidad station the other night and they had a clip on a hockey competition. What a ridiculous sport! You run around with these sticks that are too short for you, from one end of the court to the next, with the risk of another player wacking you on your shin, or worse....in your head!
I remember taking up a hockey stick at P.E. in my early high school years, but it certainly didn't make an impression and the other night, I saw why. I think my sister played for a bit.
Anyway, somebody like Dr D could be saying the above about cricket. The moral? To each his own sport!
I am so happy I don't have to do that. I dislike shopping for other people. I would rather invite somebody to a nice meal, or have people over. But this walking from shop to shop to try and find something for family and friends.....I don't do very well at all.
I will attempt to buy gifts when I return home next year.
Happy Shopping!
I should have a category called dreams because quite a few of my entries are about dreams.
This one that I had about 10 days ago involved a Grenadian Orthopedic consultant who works in Jamaica, whose cousin coincidentally was my doctor while I lived in Grenada. Now because time had passed, I don't remember all of the details, but this is what I do remember.
In real life, I am having some pains which my "Guyanese" doctor seems to feel is musco-skeletal and so he gave me a referral to this Ortho doc. Well, neither time nor money allowed me to see him before I left The Rock. Moreso money, for his fee is J$6,500 a visit, but if you've been to him before it's J$5,000. I HAVE been to him before, but the wife (receptionist) say that if it's over X years ago, one has to pay the higher fee. And yes, I went to see him over X years ago. The diagnosis for that problem was Plantar Faschitis (Dr D, please correct the spelling for me).
Anyway, back to dreamland.
He examines me for the specific problem that Guyanese doctor referred me for. Then I tell him that there are other issues as well. For whatever reason, he flares up at me, sends me out of the room to go and do some procedure and so when I get back to his room, he is with another female patient, telling her about this annoying patient named Yamfoot!
Ah vex, ah vex, ah vex, ah vex, ah vex, ah vex so til.....
And in real life, I have heard people say he is miserable, but I personally didn't find him to be like that when I went to see him, around 6 years ago. And my whole family has been to him, including the kids, at one time or another and speak very highly of him as he has sorted out their dilemmas.
So I don't know which side of the bed he got out from that morning, but he was in a stink mood. I can't tell you how the dream ended because I woke up!....thankfully!
SGU students and the other thing I mentioned in one of them entries today..Ah fuhget.
Global Voices online, which is a blog that seeks to involve speakers from around the world in its international effort to diversify the conversations taking place online (lawks, I hope I got that right!) featured an online conversation Georgia Popplewell had with Nicholas Laughlin.
The interview is quite interesting, focusing on Caribbean bloggers and this whole seemingly new blogging phenomenon (boy, that word look like it spell tres wrong).
You should really read all of the interview to get the essence of it, but for those lazy ones reading (ah jes jokin'....lawks!) you can click below for the relevant bits....
GP: While several Caribbean bloggers do use handles, I'm sure a good part of their audience knows very well who they are - they're probably more nicknames than Salam Pax-like pseudonyms. But what you've been doing lately and what you were doing in the early part of your career as a blogger is certainly citizen journalism.
NL: Which brings us to this crucial point - both your blog/podcast and my blog are run by people who are, in their professional lives, journalists (of a sort).
GP: That's true. But why aren't more journalists blogging?
NL: Aren't they? Imran Khan in Guyana has worked as a journalist. Keifel Agostini, who now blogs from Tennessee, used to write for the Trinidad Guardian.
GP: You're right. Ryan Naraine is a sports journalist and tech writer. Michelle MacDonald (EDITOR'S NOTE**that should be McDonald) from Jamaica also does quite a bit of cricket journalism. Another trend I've noticed in certain territories - Bermuda, Belize-is expatriate bloggers.
NL: It's also worth noting that many Caribbean bloggers don't actually live in the region. Ryan Naraine and Free Trinidad in New York, for example.
Yesterday I felt in the mood for a hair cut. If you know what natty head look like, that's the kind of hair I have without processing. Because that is really really tough to comb....really tough.....I put a texturizer in it. The natural hair has curls that are really very tightly wound. So think of a coil that has almost no space in between each rung. That's how my hair looks when it is natural.
The texturizer stretches out the coil of the curls a little, so it's still curly, but much lighter, and much easier to maintain and look after. Now sometimes, if you leave the texturizer cream on too long when it is being processed, the coils straighten right out. That's what happened to a few of my ends.
There is a hairdresser I go to when I want a hair cut. Nobody else in Jamaica or the Caribbean or England (and I've been to a few in those places) can cut hair as good as Mrs A. NOBODY. Period. She operates a salon called La Claire's on Constant Spring Road near the plazas.
She wasn't there yesterday, so I had to go today. I just sat in the chair, she asked me how I wanted it cut, I spent a couple seconds explaining it to her and then sat back, closed my eyes and listened to Days of Our Lives.
When she was done, she asked an assistant to give me the hand mirror so I could have a 360 degree view of my head. I said "no, no, I don't need to look in the mirror. Whatever Mrs A does will be great". And it was. Even some fo the other hairdressers said it looked great.
Dang she's good. When she was writing up my bill, I told her that I don't let anybody else cut my hair because I know she always does a perfect job. She said thanks and said that made her feel really good. I sent my mother to her one time, because her hairdresser was giving her some non-descript cuts. What Mrs A does is gives you a cut with precision. And it's always even.
So I'm liking my new short hair cut. I went to the gym today, so it all wet and sweaty. Maybe one day when it looking decent I will post a picture.
May the gods of servers be with us all.
Amen
Read about Francis Wade's blog in Sandor Panton's weekly article.
Francis is a friend of the Princess, and he recently moved back to The Rock after being away since 1984.
I gotta tell you....I doan know where dem dreams come from.
I dreamt last night, that I read that Nick and Britney were breaking up. Now of course you know that Nick is married to Jessica, so I don't know how the dream had Britney as his wife.
Anyway, the journalist in me decided to seek out the story from the horses' mouth and so I went up to their hotel room. Saw Britney/Jessica first (they kinda look alike anyway) and she started to tell me the story.
She said she fell madly in love with David Copperfield (the magician), but they didn't do anything, and then she and Nick committed to their marriage again.
We moved into the bedroom, where Nick had fallen asleep, then when he heard us talking, he woke up. Typical man, he start acting all business like and want to know how much I selling the story for.
True to form, I tell him I not interested in money, and that the newspaper/tabloid might pay me US$500 for it, which would be fine. Him was making a sound like him woulda charge me money for the interview! Rapacious capitalist.
Anyway, next thing, the dream ended. Just so. So had no idea what the final story looked like, or how it was received in the public domain.
I know....I know.....far fetched init?
Ryan introduced me to the sound recorder programme on the computer, so having fun.
Take a listen......
Took 2 x 81mg aspirins (was having a head ache......still having a head ache after 30 mins), then took 2 x Hair & Nails supplements, then 1 x Cod Liver Oil tablet.
Now my headache is 'worserer'!
A couple months ago, I burned some music off my computer to a Compact Disk. Then I put the CD in a portable player and recorded it on to a cassette so I can put it in my walkman when I am at the gym.
Yesterday, I burned some different music off my computer to a different brand name CD. When I put it in the player to record on the cassette, it said 'No Disc'.
Then I noticed that the first CD said "CD Recordable" and this second one said "CD Rewritable".
So I get it so far. That some CD's can only be played in the computer drive and not like a regular music CD in a CD player.
But then I wanted to use the first CD again. So wanted to erase what I had put on there a couple of months ago. It couldn't be done!
Now you know I like variety, so I am going to want to change my gym music again a couple of months. You mean I am going to have to buy another blank CD?
Aren't there CD's that I can erase and use again?
Any IT experts around can enlighten moi? I would be grateful. Music is a HUGE part of me having a successful workout.
I figured out all on my own, how to change the background colour.
Next I will try and see how I can change the font colour and stuff.
So....now that I know how to do it, expect changes often. Why?
Because variety is the spice of life
Now if I could change my weight downwards as often as I will change this, bwoy that would be awesome.
Found this also on SlimSpirited.com. I've changed the responses to suit me...
3 names I go by:
1. My real name
2. Mich Mac
3. Yammie
3 physical things I like about myself:
1. Smile
2. Teeth
3. Skin tone
3 parts of my heritage:
1. Jamaican
2. African
3. Scottish
3 things I am wearing right now:
1. Gold bangle
2. Purple T-shirt
3. Purple cycle shorts
3 favorite bands/musical artists:
1. Earth, Wind & Fire
2. Richie Spice
3. Mary J Blige
3 favorite songs:
1. Reasons by Earth Wind & Fire
2. Best of my love by Emotions (song written by an EWF member)
3. Ghetto Girl by Richie Spice
3 things I want in a relationship:
1. Independence (that's dichotomous I believe!)
2. Passion
3. Honesty
3 physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to me
1. Butt
2. Fingers
3. Smile
3 favorite hobbies:
1. Exercising
2. Writing
3. Listening to music and dancing
3 Things I want to do badly right now:
1. Lose weight and maintain it
2. Earn money
3. Earn money!
3 things that scare me:
1. Dying young
2. Dying young
3. Dying young without notice
3 of my everyday essentials:
1. The Internet
2. Food
3. Oprah / Days of Our Lives
3 Careers you have considered or are considering:
1. Author
2. ??
3. ??
3 places you want to go on vacation:
1. Providence, Rhode Island
2. Anguilla
3. Turks & Caicos
3 kids' names you like:
1. Temnit Rianna
2. Timon Reece
3. I gave you four! Bugger off! (smile)
3 things you want to do before you die:
1. Do a PhD
2. Go to another far away cricket playing country that I haven't been to. Maybe India or Sri Lanka
3. Write a book
3 ways I am stereotypically a boy:
1. Assertive
2. Independent
3. Logical thinking, unemotional
3 ways I am stereotypically a girl:
1. I like to get a pedicure
2. I like clothes
3. ??
3 celeb crushes:
1. Wesley Snipes
2. Keanu Reeves
3. ?
I have no ideas. And in fact I am dog tired. Why? Because the night before last night (Saturday night), I had a torrid time in bed. Chest/back pain, fast heart beat, heavy feeling etc. This was after taking a Voltaren Retard before going to bed. I don't normally have that kind of reaction to Voltaren.
And I usually have it with a slice of bread, which I did Saturday night, but bum, bum, bum went my heart. My father said it wasn't enough food.
Anyway, I sat up in bed because lying down made it feel worserer and worserer. Eventually I fell asleep and when I woke up, I felt like Death Warmed Over.
So last night, I was determined to get a good night's sleep. Didn't need to take Voltaren because the pain had gone. Instead, I took a Lexotan. Only 1/2 (1.5mg). Although I went to bed around 11:30 and got up for the first time around 8 to go potty, I still felt kind of drowsy throughout the day.
It meant that I didn't go to the gym. Not good. So didn't go Sunday, didn't go Monday, not sure if I'll go tomorrow cause I have a meeting in the morning.
So I don't really have anything to blog about....ok?
Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea. As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom!
When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist. "Miss Beatrice", he said. "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" pointing to the bowl. "Oh, yes" she replied, "isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter."
Men, don't wish to be a woman. Then you'll have the curse. And if you have those blood sucking things on your insides, then it's even worserer.
(Forgive me for being so open!)
Was just about to call Loraine, when the telephone rang.
"Hello, may I speak with Michelle please"
"This is she" (you must never say "This is her" because "her" is a possessive pronoun - learn dat)
"Hi Michelle, this is Guyanese Doc, letting you know that the referral letter to the Cardiologist is ready"
What time was this? About 9:15pm.
I said...
"Guyanese doc, you call patients on a Sunday evening? Don't you have a wife and a daughter and another kid on the way?" (jokingly)
He said yes, but he still has work to do and his patients will cuss him if he doeesn't call him. I told him that that is cruel, and that I wasn't one of the patients who will curse, but I do appreciate the call anyway. We chatted some more about the cardiologist and an ultra sound on my mammaries that I have to do. (Just checking, you know).
I know gynaecologists' patients don't determine when dem pickney going to born, but outside of that, a doctor should take time for himself. But I thought that was nice of him anyway.
He actually writes down the name and contact telephone numbers for ALL his patients. He did it when I went a few weeks ago, and I said "but you wrote it last year". He said he got a different book......a bigger one!
(Ah sorry for Mrs Guyanese Doctor)
Maybe two years ago I wouldn't have had this encounter, but this beautiful Jamaican girl named Nadine Willis is a rising star in the international modelling world.
If you haven't heard of her, she was an exotic dancer who was discovered by one of the top local modelling companies, then carried abroad and within weeks, she was as busy as a bee.
Here is a picture of her.
Click here
and here is an article on her
Click here
Anyway, as I was entering the hotel (she lives at the Pegasus when she is in Jamaica), she came out of a car with her daughter, whose name, I think is Tatianna. Her father is a European bloke (who is not around) so the daughter is mixed.
Later, I was up on one of the bedroom floors (I'm doing a small project there) and out comes Nadine and her daughter from their room. The daughter says to me "do you know today is my birthday?" So I wished her happy birthday. Her mom said something to her, I can't remember.
Then I caught up with Nadine (they were walking towards the lifts) and said to her that I read the feature on her in SHE magazine (a lovely Caribbean magazine out of St Lucia) and it was lovely. She said thanks and proceeded to motor along to the lift while I did what I had to do on the floors.
Make up artists and fashion stylists are great people! You would not have looked at Nadine that day and been able to tell that she is an international model. But she takes really great photos, and apparently people like to work with her. No diva-esque attitutes.
You go girl.....from not being able to provide for your daughter except by showing your body, to being able to more than provide for her....by showing your body, but in a more respectable way.
Was surfing, looking for the logo of Wolmers Boys School when I came across Graduates.com. Pretty neat. So I signed up both for my primary school and high school.
Here is the Jamaica page. (Yes, me is partial. The non-yardies reading this, just go to graduates.com and at the very bottom of the page it says 'browse schools'. A list of countries will come up. Choose yours and see if your school is listed).
Well actually my nephew found the tape recorder. It was squashed down in the couch in my sister's room.
Phew!
I have to get used to calling my former boss in Grenada this. On Wednesday he was knighted by the Queen at Buckingham Palace. So it's now Sir Royston O Hopkin, KCMG.
Here is the picture....
J$100,000,000 went to one person in the lotto yesterday. As Shaggy sings..."it wasn't me". But I did get 3 numbers out of 6. 50% not bad huh.
Next jackpot is a paltry J$7 million. You won't find many people playing.
Not Cash Pot...which was a given (I played yesterday all three draws and didn't win a thing!)
But more importantly, is that I have misplaced my tape recorder. This is an important part of my life. I bought this little Panasonic thing in either September or October 2003 when I was going up in the country in Grenada to interview Devon Smith. It has been my trusty side kick since then, taping the voices of
Allan Rae,
Jackie Hendriks,
Easton McMorris,
Jerome Taylor,
Fidel Edwards,
Devon Smith,
Dwayne Bravo,
Courtney Browne,
Roger Harper,
Ridley Jacobs,
Ronald Rogers,
Andrew Simpson,
Robert Haynes,
David Bernard Jr,
Donovon Pagon,
Nikita Miller,
Runako Morton,
Junior Murray,
Carlton Baugh Jr,
Xavier Marshall and his mother, coach and manager,
Derrick Parry,
Chris Gayle,
Wavell Hinds,
Tony Cozier,
Rudi Webster,
Steve Bucknor,
Tino Best,
Tony Howard,
Michael Hall,
Tamar Lambert,
Jermaine Lawson,
Ricardo Powell,
Andrew Richardson,
Simon Crosskill,
the fans,
the pundits like Tony Becca, and a whole lot more.
Oh, did I say Brian Lara and Lawrence Rowe too? Yeah, them too.
So it means a lot. Now do I have a clue where I put it? I thought it was in my top drawer along with the mini cassettes I use in them. It was on the table here in the office all this time, then I decided that since I wouldn't need them until around 5th May, I could put it away.
Went to look in the drawer on Monday and to my surprise it was not there. I am feeling like a fish out of water. Is not that I can't get another because my father and brother have one each. It's that that one is mine, bought with my money earned from the 'Aliens' hotel.
I wish I were psychic. The powers would lead me to it. Of course, some day long after cricket is over, it will turn up. No, I don't think anybody has stolen it.
I was buying these numbers for a few days, then two of them played yesterday or whenever was the last time it was played. The two numbers, 6 and 35 played!
I guess if I had actually bought them on Saturday, it would have been useful!
So, ok, you get it. I didn't really win. But I could have!
Not lucky with the Lotto though. It's now at J$100 million. You know how that would help me out man? If only I could dream a number.
This is until we hear word about Keith Hammond.
I wrote this story sometime after I moved out of my parents' house. It was either written in 1997 or 1998, as the beginnings to my novel.
But then I showed my brother and he laughed at me.
So you are entitled to laugh as well!
Something's up with the comments feature, so when you click on Comments, you get an error....right?
I tried clicking the time stamp instead, but still no luck.
HELP! What's a blog without comments?
That's what not being able to sleep does for you. Read from the bottom up remember.
They say you shouldn't criticize because you aren't perfect, but I give myself licence.
I am tired of reading the Trinidadian newspapers and seeing the spelling of one of the Trinidad players - Mr Ramdin. I have seen three spellings of it...
1. Denesh
2. Dinesh
3. Denish
No lie.
Since he is Trinidadian, and the newspaper is Trinidadian, can't the journalists just check with him one day and not just write what they feel?
Same thing with Samuel Badree, or is it Badrie? And is it Reyad or Rayad Emrit?
Come on fellows, don't guess. Just ask. I did that when Trinidad played here a few weeks ago, with Kyron Lynch (thought it was Keiron) and Emrit (It is Rayad, according to the Manager). Of course the best person to ask is the player's birth certificate! Well that's not a person, but you know what I mean.
Oh and lest it be said that I was being biased, I must add that there is a similar problem with the Jamaica Cricket Association's website. They have spelt Mr Findlay's name as Shaun instead of Shawn (I know it's wrong because I asked the young man myself) and Mr Robinson's name as Juwayne instead of Jowayne.
Check your bloody spelling!
(Of course, now everybody will be going through my articles with a fine tooth comb from now on! But if you see a mistak, please tell me.) *wink*
That's what Princess Anne's schedule looks like. I got tired just reading it.
The PR surrounding the visit was very low key. Does this mean that Jamaicans are not so much into the monarchy anymore? Was it a directive from the government to keep it low? From the monarchy?
**semi-serious post** I think
I stole the HTML thingy for one of them similies (or is it smileys) from Dr D's site. So lemme see if it works....
Last week, I traded in my natural afro tresses (ok, that doesn't accurately describe my hair since it wasn't long) for texturized hair. So it more manageable and won't bend the comb teeth when I comb it. Just hope it won't dry out. First impressions are good.
** another trivial post **
Compared to other blogs, I blog about 'light' stuff. None of the politics/social commentary/serious bizniz that others blog about. Does that make me 'light' and 'fluffy'?
Well here is more light and fluffy stuff....
I started to lick mah chops when the thought of roti galore filled my mind after reading this in today's Gleaner. Actually I read it first in the Observer last Sunday so the date was firmly placed in my head. This article today just serves as a reminder.
My sister likes 'injun' food too, so she me and my mother are going. Come to think of it, my brother likes 'injun' food too so he'll probably come. And not to forget my niece, who is a 'mini-me'.
So light and fluffy rotis will be the order of the day on Sunday. Now how am I going to work out that and the gym class at 11am? If I go after, the curry might sell off init. Maybe no. Maybe everybody will be at church until late afternoon.
There you have it.....more trivial stuff from Yamfoot. Well with a name like that, you couldn't expect anything else I'm sure.
Here's a picture of me eating 'injun' food at a Hindu wedding in Trinidad that I attended with Princess P in 2003. If you go to the archives for I think it was October 2003 you will read about it.
There will be turbulence. Just tighten your seat belts, stay seated, observe the no-smoking sign while I upgrade to Movable Type 3.0 so we can kill those &%*ing comment spammers once and for all.
- Ryan
This would sell like hot bread I tell you. See the time of this post? Well I've been up for an hour or so, after having one of my dreams.
Here's how it went. In two parts.
I am walking to a place - maybe a hotel - when I see a soap opera type character, oldish man, maffia looking type. Coming in the opposite direction is Bo Brady (ever watch Days of our Lives? He's a fixture, and a cop). Bo shouts out to maffia type, let's call him Michael Meira. Michael swings around, takes a small gun from his chest pocket and fires two shots at Bo. Kill him dead. Then as I am the only person around, and therefore a witness, he pops one at me too, but it misses and he doesn't shoot again.
Now this happened in the USA, and it turns out that this is not real life, but part of the soap opera. So long and short is that I was an actor in the soap!
The second dream is a tad more complicated.
I am in a hotel again (you can tell I like hotels) and I see my friend who is a BWIA senior pilot. He invites me to have Room Service dinner with him, which I do, and then I say to myself that before the crew checks out tomorrow, I must remember to give him the money for the dinner. (I don't have a problem paying my way).
The next morning early, comes the pick up time for the crew. I am on the crew bus. Then I remember that I haven't left the money for him, and he is not on the bus. So I beg a drop off, in the parking lot of another hotel. Same time, I hear one of the other crew get a call to say that Lisa's Aunt (Lisa is a crew member), has just sent money to the hotel for her. By this time, I was hightailing it across hotel car park, not knowing where the hotel I had been staying was.
I buck up a rasta man and ask him directions. Says he, "it's three trees away". Huh? He points to two tiles with tree patterns, and then another real tree across the road, and there was the hotel. The Savannah Hotel. That's really in Barbados, and this dream started out, I think, in Antigua. But that is how dreams go.
As it turns out, when I get back to the hotel, I buck up Lisa who took a taxi back. I told her she could have walked since it was near. She said she had a problem with her shoulder so couldn't carry her bags. We go up in the lift together and end up in nowhere particular.
Meanwhile, back at the front desk, I discover that there was a food voucher there for me from BWIA. You see, I had overnighted in that country - wherever it was - in order to get back to Jamaica, and the airline gave me a meal. I enquired if it covered Room Service, ready to dole out the extra. But there was no charge.
And btw, there was no sign of my pilot friend. He kind of vanished into thin air!
Right. That's a wrap! Cause this sure sound like the movies to me.