extra extra read all about it!

if u don't know what it's about, please report to my office for spanking.

TaG along!

was double tagged by jinta and laspapi(are they related?)

what's the problem with tagging? they reveal way too much!
the rules? why follow rules if rules follow u? (see, what i mean?)

SiX QuiRks! (am a quirk!)

(1)It annoys the hexagons out of me when people think they're paying me a compliment by saying: beauty and brains! (are they mutually exclusive?)

(2)I have never been lonely in my life! the truth is, i crave solitude like an addict crave their drug of choice. (i actually become cranky when over stimulated)

(3)I loooooove to eat! yet, i wud rather starve than to eat just anything other than what i want at that moment or eat in a place i perceive as unclean. of course, i do bukaterias!(it's not unusual for me to skip meals or drive gazillion miles to kutuwengi just to satisfy my palate)

(4)I love my walls, floors and sinks spotless!(no matter how tired i am, i clear out the sink and i mop the kitchen floor every night! yep! i wash walls too!) i have my mum to thank for that o. bathrooms? please don't go there!

(5)I cannot sleep sitting up or in motion. i travel quite a bit so i know o.(11+
hours to Naija, nada! even 20hrs to Singapore sef!)

(6)my name is Sherri and i have a footwear problem! how bad is this problem? not bad joh! who's counting? lol

(7)i love tea with my sugar.chocolate? that's my oxygen.(this is jara)


phew!!

consider urself tagged if u've not been tagged.

April showers spring forth May Blossoms

i sure hope u're all doing well..
this month is chock full of emotions for moi.

roll out the drums o! am gushing with pride and joy! my two teenage mentees will be graduating high school with honors this month. (college bound in september)yeah!

mr my1 will be celebrating a buffday this month and it wud be two whole years we've been together.(how did that happen?)one of us is a saint.lol

am grappling with a friend's marriage breakdown. they seemed so perfect and happy together and yet they didn't make their 2nd annivesary!
theirs was the first wedding Mr my1 and i attended as a couple, his induction, according to my girl Udu and his first encounter with golden boy.(been meaning to blog about that)
am believing for God's intervention for them.(all prayers will be appreciated)

also grappling with another friend's serious health issues. (God is in control. more prayers o)





Brian Mcknight? heard some of his songs, thot he was a little nasal and whiny. that was until:

being dating this dude for two months after a two year sabbatical, he's sweet, nice, yada yada yada and a bit of stalkeraz. u'd think i wud be worried about the stalking and the eye lowjack, right? nope! i was miffed cos the dude hadn't made any attempt to kiss me!

as i drove to his house for the second time, with the intention of cutting him loose if he's still not willing to swap saliva. (ewwww!? na u sabi o)

he opened the door before i cud register a print on the doorbell, i quickly soften my eye as instructed by my girl Oyin(how? later! i have it down to a science)
as we entered the living room, the light dims and the music starts, no excuse me dance or nothing, dude just assumed the blues grip. i oblige thinking in my head(bush naija man!)
i asked him, who was singing. (this was not Barry white or Marvin Gaye)

he said: "just listen and pretend am singing to u."
midway into my rolleyes, the words registered!

i held my breath waiting for the song to end but it ended only to start again and again and again and again.
he raised my face to his just in time for me to see his lips leaving his face and coming at me in slow motion (twilight zone music)

as his mouth covered mine, my legs jellified...

thank goodness! my clothes didn't fall off! (yes o, it was that gooood)dude is a complete gentleman.

that's our first kiss and i became a Brian McKnight fan.

am back!

i missed u all o, no be small!

the past two weeks was the most tumultuous two weeks of my entire life!

no shaking my peeps, God is in total control.

the pictures? inspired by the sights of bathing beauties from my emergency trip to Cancun.

yes o, i took my lovely self to Cancun to recuperate.

Holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said,

"Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like."

The Lord led the holy man to two doors

He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.

The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, "You have seen Hell."

They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, "I don't understand."

"It is simple," said the Lord.

"It requires but one skill. You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves."

When Jesus died on the cross, He was only thinking of u and me!

He made me cry

What's new my peeps?

work is crazy as usual and to top it all, my Dad's in town.

it's not a huge deal to have my dad in town, cos he usually pops in without any prior notice. it's usually "am in the country and will be leaving tomorrow when can i see u?" and of course like an idiot, i wud drop everything, i have even skipped crucial classes a couple of times just to see him. after several late nights at various hotels and numerous meaningless conversations in airport terminals, the nostalgia gradually wore off. each hurried lunch,nocturnal meeting and hasty goodbyes left me emotionally drained. so i met him less and less and he called less. that was until my trip to naija in 2006. just like old lovers, we continued where we had left off, but with urgent fervor. i have my Daddy back!

ironically, he didn't travel as much as he used to, but he calls regularly and i call whenever the spirit moves me.

on his last trip he actually spent a night with me, it was rushed as usual, but it was very different. gone was the usual weariness i usually feel after he's gone.

back to the story: dad calls to say he was in Miami and will be coming to my city the next morning, which is Tuesday. as i was thinking in my head "does this man realize i work? he added, " i 'll see u in the evening after my meetings, shall i meet u at home? or we cud meet for dinner in the city? wow!

five days with moi, no meetings, just me and my daddy! one slight problem o, i had food shopping to do!
never mind that the naija supermarket was a good hour away, and i had no clue as to it's hours. more than two hours, a fortune and a half later, i was ready to cook up a storm.

chei, naija soups are time consuming! (if anyone knows any useful shortcuts, it will be greatly appreciated o) after the fourth pot was cooked and carefully refrigerated, i crawled up the stairs to my room. as tired as i was, there was no way i could sleep without a shower with the pungent odor of naija food pouring out of every pore! i finally get into bed at 1:00am! oblivious to the 4 messages from Mr my1 or even the fact that we hadn't spoken in 24hrs.

the phone rings a half hour or so later, i still have no memory of the conversation but Mr my1 swears, i begged for forgiveness and a promise of something he's really looking forward to collecting on. lol. i wished him luck.

anyhow, am still mesmerized by dad's "effusity" (his word)lol and dad seems happy and proud. the soups were a big hit and he noticed all the changes in the house from the minute details even to the new kitchen. and most importantly he loves the library!

we pretend to watch TV every evening after dinner, but all we do really is gist and argue about a sundry of issues till late into the night. every night, i learn more about the man and much more about myself.

last night he accused me of being an ethical humanist disguised as a christian!why? he wonders if i pray, cos he has yet to hear my night prayers.(argggg!)
he whips out his electronic bible to prove his point, his point: prayers shud be loud and forceful! i asked if God was hard of hearing or was in the company of rowdy angels. he didn't think it was funny.
back to the main gist:
earlier tonight, as we power watched ocean's twelve in prep for ocean's thirteen, he turned to me and said.
"u don't know how wonderful it is for me to spend this time with u.
i have missed the closeness we used to have...."

Between us girls

am just curious to know what emotions memories of "the first time" evoke in us girls.
from what i have heard so far, the range of emotions is just as diverse as our skin tones.

and for those yet to do it(coughing... Z e p hi ..& co)
what do you hope to feel?

of course, i'll share my feeling too.
giving nothing, losing nothing, just becoming. yes i have beautiful, not too distant memories.
the actual sex was nothing to write about.

this song sums it up perfectly for me.

Song lyrics | Tonight Is The Night lyrics