Random Pics for Kicks

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Back to business!

YAAASSSS!

So, if you’ve been following this blog for awhile then you know how much I love to post random pictures from my i-phone.

Randomness!

I love it!

Most of these are shots of food, but some are straight up selfies of The LadyG herself!

LOL…..

Narcissism is a helluva drug!

And so, without much more fanfare, here we GO!

Butterpeas
Butterpeas with Okra and Bacon!  Good God YES!
EmoryMom
Lady G is a proud Emory Mom!
Skagit Valley
Bestie at Skagit Valley Tulip Festival in Seattle
Walking Owl
I love to collect stones and I get them from Eve!
Oatmeal
BREAKFAST!  So necessary

 

Face
Lady G giving FACE!
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Beautiful members of The Flowering Vine (My cousins)
SearedSalmon
Seared Salmon!  Lady G does not play!
Cut up Veggies
What to do with these veggies?
Me and Rods Grad
(L) My son graduating from Emory University (R) My son at my graduation -age 4.  That’s my Daddy in the background 🙂
WooleyBully
LadyG…again
Scallop and Garden Fresh Succotash
Those veggies became a Scallop and Garden Vegetable Succotash..Delicious!
Veggies
Before the veggies were cut
Boiling Asparagus
Asparagus boiling like hell!
Friends
Good friends!
BioSymposium
My son presenting his research project–Lady G don’t even understand it 🙂
Magic Stones
Gem stones that I got from The Walking Owl
LadyGside
Lady G…Yet again! LOL!!!
Goodies from the Sea
What I got from Your Dekalb International Farmer’s Market
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What I DID with what I got from Your Dekalb International Farmer’s Market
Loveandlight
Graying hair is really okay
Crab Louie-Trumans Tavern
Crab Louie from Truman Tavern in Downtown Decatur, GA
PreGrad Dinner
Prime Rib from Truman Tavern
TiredFeet
Lady G and her tired toes!
LadyJ and the Cat
Lady J, my daughter, and the kitty cat!
Lazy Sunday at Bookstore
Lazy Sunday at the bookstore
Shots
Tequila!

 

Hope you enjoyed your peek into my life!

Have a magnificent week!

Love and light to you!

Lady G

😘💋

I’m Good!

Update post pic

It’s been a couple of weeks since I last pecked out a post on the old typewriter 🙂

And no, I have not lost interest in blogging…

I’ve just been busy with life stuff.

No worries though, it’s been mostly sunny with a few scattered showers but that’s to be expected right?

I plan to pick back up with new posts some time in mid to late May.

Meanwhile, I’ll be trolling your blogs—in a good way! 🤣

A special thanks to those who reached out via e-mail!

I appreciate that very much.

By the way, if you are interested, you can always poke around on my Instagram page to see what I’m up to.

I’ll be ‘seeing’ you guys soon 🙂

Love and light to you all!

Lady G 😘💋

 

Song Challenge- Day Four

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Speaking of flipping….

The song for today comes from this one cat who flipped the entire freaking script–musically that is!

Don’t believe me?

Well, allow me to present you with:

“Whirly Girl” by Oxo (1983)

The front man for OXO was also one of the same dudes who wrote, produced and performed “Get Off” by Foxy (1978) !

 

Say what????  How can two songs be so different?

Dude flipped from R&B right over to Pop!

It’s called FLEXIBILITY!  An absolute prerequisite for flipping!

LOL!!!!

That doggone Ish Ledesma ain’t no joke!

My kinda dude!

Did he flip the script or what?

Anywhats…

Today is open to any blogger who wishes to participate.  Just follow the rules in my post entitled “Song Challenge-Day One.”

Lady G 😘💋

 

Song Challenge- Day Two

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Ok, now that we’ve danced a little jig to Charlie Daniel’s “Devil went down to Georgia,” please indulge me while I imagine myself waiting in line to watch “With Six You Get Egg Roll” at Augusta’s Daniel Village Shopping Center Movie Theatre.

The year is ‘fictional 1968,’ and somewhere, in the distance, I can hear one of my favorite pop tunes, “The Rain, The Park and Other Things,” by The Cowsills.

You remember them…right?

They were the family that The Partridge Family was patterned after.

You remember The Partridge Family…right?

You don’t?

GEEEEEZZZZZ!

Anyway, listen as those lovely Cowsill harmonies float through the air!

Not being able to contain myself, I proceed to sing along–changing the words a bit by chanting, “I love the flowers girl, was she reality or just a dream to me?”

Trust me, it makes sense.

 

Today, I nominate Ang from “Out of Tune, Right on Point.”

On a serious note, my friends, we almost lost this beauty back in March so this is my way of sending a hug and a kiss to her while celebrating her wonderful life and our hometown—Augusta.

Love ya Ang!

Lady G 😘💋

 

 

Song Challenge- Day One

What’s up Lisa A?

I’m sending a huge thanks, a hug and a kiss to you girl for nominating me for the song challenge.

If you are a regular reader of this blog, you already know that I am a huge lover of music so I was MORE than happy to dig right into this challenge.

As always, here are the rules of the road…

 

  • Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
  • Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
  • Post the name of the song and video.
  • Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

About a year ago, I started posting my favorite R&B songs in a series called “My Jams.”  It was a real blast!

And so…

For this challenge I decided that I would focus on a few of my favorite Pop/Rock songs.  As with “My Jams,” the order is completely random.

But, in this case, I must abide by the rules and stick to a five song limit.

That said, I have so many Pop/Rock favorites that it would take a lifetime to list them all.

Alas, I am bound by regulations 🙂

Today’s Pop/ Rock jam is actually a Country jam with some R&B influence. It’s by Charlie Daniels who tips his cowboy hat toward my home state of Georgia.

“The Devil Went Down To Georgia”

But did you hear that joker play that rhythm guitar while Charlie slid that devilish bow across the strings on that black fiddle?

FIRE!!!!

Sounded like LIGHTNING!

Wait, does lightning have a sound?

Oh well…thunder then!

Seriously?

For Lady G, a nine-year-old budding violinist, this was the JOINT!!!!

FYI:  The fiddle has a flat bridge and the violin has a round bridge–that difference creates a sorta distinct difference in sound. Hell… at least that’s what my violin teacher said………..

Now if you ask a sistah, the devil won that duel! LOL!

Okaaaaaay?

Anywhats, I nominate my beautiful, crazy, sexy, cool, blonde blue-eyed Georgia homegirl Lennon Carlyle for this challenge.

Lennon, if you’ve already been nominated please forgive me love.

 

 

 

Uh Oh…We Got A Problem…

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Today’s Breakfast (L) compared to yesterday’s breakfast (R)

Yes folks!  We got a PROBLEM.

You see, the button on my pants has distanced itself from the button-hole!

Methinks the lady doth partake in too much ‘real good food!’

And now…

She looking all pitiful ’cause her clothes is too tight 🙂

What to do?  What to do?

Should we go:

Low calorie?

Low fat?

Low carb?

Many mini meals?

One meal?

Eat like a king for breakfast, a prince for lunch and a pauper for dinner?

Good grief!

This is such a first world problem to have.

But it is a problem nonetheless.

So what do you all do when your pants start struggling?

#Monday Motivation?

 

 

***Stay tuned for the ‘Real Good Food’ series. 😂

 

My Very First Post Revisited #MyFirstPostRevisited

 

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Here is a nice little blogging challenge!

Lisa A  from “Life of an El Paso Woman” hit me with this “Very first post revisited” tag!

Okay, you should know that I love Ms. Lisa to pieces!  She’s been a great supporter of my blog for quite some time and I value our blogging sisterhood.

Thanks pretty girl!

If you don’t know Lisa, you SHOULD!  Go check her out!  Tell her Lady G sent you 🙂

Anywhats, this challenge was started by fellow blogger Sarah Brentyn.

Thank you Ms. Sarah!

So…my first blog post was/is entitled “Why I chose Montessori.”

I posted it on January 7, 2016.

Imagine that, these are the very first words that Lady G scribed on the ethers of the interwebs!

WordPress is a serious thing 🙂

YAAASSS!

And now for the rules:

  • No cheating. (It must be your first post. Not your second post, not one you love…first post only.)
  • Link back to the person who tagged you (thank them if you feel like it or, if not, curse them with a plague of ladybugs).

Other rules:

  • Cut and paste your old post into a new post or reblog your own bad self.
    • (Either way is fine but NO editing.)
  • Put the hashtag #MyFirstPostRevisited in your title.
  • Tag…um…tentwotwelve five (5) other bloggers to challenge.
  • Notify your tags in the comment section of their blog (don’t just hope they notice a pingback somewhere in their spam).
  • Feel free to cut and paste the badge to use in your post.
  • Include “the rules” in your post.

 

I nominate ANY of my readers who would like to participate.  Just follow the rules–even though I didn’t.

Drum roll PLEEEEZ!!!!

And now……

My VERY first post–revisited!

Why I chose Montessori

In the late 1990’s, I was a graduate student and single mother of a preschool aged son.  Like most mothers, I promised myself that I would do all that I could to provide my child with a lifestyle where he felt loved, encouraged and equipped to reach his highest potentials. In order to keep this promise, I decided that I had to make his education a top priority.  Don’t get me wrong, I know that most mothers count their children’s education as a major concern.  However, as a black mother, I also knew that the stakes were extremely high for black children; and even more so for black boys.  During my graduate studies, I couldn’t help noticing a couple of research studies that seemed to indicate that young black boys were often inappropriately placed in special education courses or misdiagnosed with any number of behavioral conditions.  In my mind, this did not bode well for my son’s wellbeing; not to mention his educational outlook. Hence, this was an urgent matter.

Nevertheless, with my son’s 4th birthday approaching, I began researching local learning centers in hopes of finding a good preschool program. I spent several weeks observing primary classes at various schools.  Suffice it to say I was not impressed by what I had observed.  In fact, I was completely turned off during one specific school visit when a preschool teacher told me that “kids just wanna learn their numbers, colors and letters.” To make matters worse, she went on to say that most kids are simply not interested in learning much more than the basics.  Needless to say, my eyes completely glossed over and I politely, yet abruptly, ended that conversation.  After taking immediate leave of that insanity and regaining my composure, it occurred to me that most of the schools that I had visited seemed to share the belief that younger children should spend time playing, rather than engaging in robust learning activities. To be honest, at that point, I was beginning to feel a bit dejected.  I worried that I might not find the educational setting that I had hoped for.  I wondered what to do about my son who, at age 3, had already met the “numbers, colors, letters” milestone and was, by this time, reading, adding and creating rather sophisticated Lego superheroes to boot. Was I supposed to allow my child to settle for a subpar early learning experience? Were my expectations too high?

After spending a few weeks feverishly seeking but not finding, I ran into a former co-worker and friend whom I had not seen in quite some time.  Naturally, we began to play “catch up” and I mentioned that my son would soon be starting school.  I also mentioned my dissatisfaction with the schools that I had visited thus far.  After patiently listening to my gripe fest, my friend encouraged me to check into the local Montessori school where her daughter was in attendance.  Montessori? What? Do black people even go to Montessori schools? My curiosity was immediately peaked!  I asked and she answered about a hundred rapid fire questions about the educational philosophy as well as the social and learning environment. At the end of the conversation, she assured me that the school strongly encouraged diversity and that we would feel very welcome.

The next day, I contacted the school and within a few days my son was scheduled to attend a class on a trial basis; I was invited to observe. After the observation, I was brimming with excitement!  I was intrigued by the practical, hands-on learning techniques.  I also loved the fact that the students were encouraged to think independently, work cooperatively, and to respect each other as well as their larger environment.  I also liked the practical nature of the learning activities.  I was thrilled to see 3, 4 and 5 year olds happily and successfully engaging in activities like identifying parts of the human anatomy and locating world continents!  But, above all else, I loved the fact that my son was genuinely happy with the Montessori experience.  After we left the school that day he told me that he couldn’t wait to go back.

This Montessori school seemed to be the answer!  So what about cost?  Naturally, I had to seriously contemplate the price tag.  Granted, this was a private school, but after doing the math, I determined that the tuition was not much more than the cost of a “good” local daycare.  And with that, I began the application process.  Within a month he was enrolled in primary class and ultimately completed each grade level though grade 7.  It is important to note that at that time, our local Montessori schools did not extend beyond grade 8. As a result, my son ended up graduating from a traditional college preparatory high school.

All in all, I cannot stress how happy I am with our Montessori experience! In later years, I enrolled my daughter in the same Montessori school that my son attended.  She is currently a 4th year student in upper elementary. I love to tell people that I am the proud mother of two “Montessorians” and to answer my previous question; yes, black people do go to Montessori schools!

Today, I am proud to report that my son is doing well and is a Biology Major at Emory University.

I would love to hear your thoughts on education in general and Montessori or other alternative education philosophies in specific.

 

The Flowering Vine: That Time At Wendy’s… An Audio Episode

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This is a true story.

Allow me to present you with a knock-off mini “radio show” re-enactment of an event that took place at Wendy’s in Eufaula, Alabama—Summer of 1987.

The major players were:

  • Grandma, aka Mother
  • Me, aka Lady G
  • Poor random guy at the drive-thru window

The whole thing was poorly written, poorly voiced and produced on the fly by Lady G.

Enjoy:

Mother and The Wendy’s Drive-thru Sign:  Run time: 1:48 (Not even two minutes)

 

 

 

 

Melodic Memories

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I remember telling my cousin Ron about several memories that I had which seemed to lack any clear context–yet they continued to float around in my mind.

He chuckled and said, “I have those too, I call them ‘cryptic memories’.”

And so…

This post contains several ‘cryptic memories’ that may or may not have happened on the same day–though I presented them as if they did.

And, since I’m a music lover, each memory (event) is closely tied to a song from my early childhood years.

I hope you enjoy this quick exercise in dreamy quasi-stream of consciousness.

 🙂 🙂 🙂

Bus driver, please look for me

‘Cause I couldn’t bear to see what I might see

I’m really still in prison and my love, she holds the key

A simple yellow ribbon’s what I need to set me free

I wrote and told her please…

Tie a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree…”

 Tony Orlando and Dawn begin to fade as beautiful voices harmonize,

“WBBQ…Augusta.”

It’s 6:00am.

Mama comes in and wraps me in a blanket to keep me warm while we drive Daddy to work.

As we arrive at Nixon (Railroad) Yard, I can’t help noticing a shadowy locomotive sitting stern but proud in the distance.

His headlight shone straight and strong-never faltering…not even a flicker.

Daddy interrupts my gaze with, “See you later Doola Bug!”

He gives me a kiss, gets out of the car, and waves goodbye…

No need for sad farewells.

He’ll return tomorrow.

Mama takes the wheel and turns on the radio.

“Sun, sun, sun….Here it comes!”

“Sun, sun, sun….Here it comes!”

I love this song!

George makes me happy.

So does my pink jewelry box.

Why?

Because whenever I open it, a graceful ballerina offers an eternal pirouette to

“Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing…”

Her elegant dance is so joyful.

Later that day, Mama takes me to the store.

I glide down the toy aisle mouthing:

“Everything is beautiful…in it’s own way…”

Life is good!

Alas, the day has come to a close.

At home I settle back into bed.

Mama’s still up folding clothes.

Lawrence Welk’s soothing lullaby plays in the background.

Good night, sleep tight and pleasant dreams to you

Here’s a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true

And now ’til we meet again

Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen

Good Night!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !!!

Do you have any ‘cryptic memories’ to share?  I’d love to chat about them 🙂

Until then, have a magnificent week!

Love and light to you all!

Lady G 😘💋