man-jammas

"man-jammas." thats what my husband calls my sleepwear.

am i the only one who feels cozy sleeping in sweat pants and a t-shirt. oh--and lest we not forget my big comfy socks. soccer socks to be exact.

i've been going through some weird food cravings lately. it was out of control the other night...until shaphan brought me to reality. this was after i entreated him to make a pan of chocolate and peanut butter brownies. he informed me of what i had already eaten thus far: a pork chop, a bowl of soup, olives, a root beer float, a pickle and last but not least -- after shaphan refused to make me brownies -- i ate a bar of Belgium chocolate. yikes. i hadn't exactly saw it from his point of view. unfortunately, it didn't do much to squash my appetite.

i made the best white chicken and lime chilli tonight. with cilantro. to die for girls.

i joined an Afro-Latin Contemporary Jazz dance class. this white girl is learning how to dance like a bird and a tiger.

actually, it's really interesting. the movements are foreign to this swing dancing girl. quite awekward at first. but the dance is so intrigueing. feel a bit like i'm a dancer in the Lion King. who knows...perhaps this will be my debut on family night. who would've thought.

gotta go....season premeire of SURVIVOR.