What [My] Saturday Mornings Are Made For

•January 7, 2012 • 2 Comments

It’s inevitable.

Every Saturday morning, I have all these grandiose plans of a jammed-packed day filled with crossing off all the activities that I can’t do during the work week: making brunch (or meeting up with friends for brunch), trekking down to Findlay Market, working out in a park, strolling through a museum art exhibit, thrift shopping, scenic car rides to nowhere in particular, enjoying the unseasonably gorgeous weather, et cetera, et cetera…

And while I manage to cross off making brunch, all I want to do afterwards, is curl up on the couch, still in my PJs, catch up on my TV shows, movies and the sleep that I lost during the past five days.

I’ve lost many Saturday morning this way and I often feel guilty about it, especially when I see all my friends’ updates and check-ins of all their Saturday activities around town.

But just as I’m about to get my lazy ass off the couch, a scenario like this unfolds…

Fiona jumps onto either my chest or the couch and wants to play…

… and before I even know what happened, my stomach hurts from laughing so much at her crazy antics and facial expressions, and literally, hours have gone by.

And that’s when I don’t feel guilty about not leaving the house, since I was part of Fiona’s grandiose Saturday’s plans:

Catching up on play time that she wasn’t able to have with me the past five days.

Because if I had left the house, I would’ve missed all this craziness that I like to refer to as my “fur therapy.”

This is what Saturday mornings are all about for me, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Modern Day David & Goliath

•January 5, 2012 • 2 Comments

This is how I feel most of the time, battling the devil.

He’s a scary SOB.

But I’m def scarier.



Living for Para- Para- Paradise

•January 4, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I often use mainstream songs as worship songs.

A tune will come along that just resonates with me on a spiritual level and I can’t help but sing-along, [re]assigning the lyrics in my head as a worship song to God.

They are definitely few and far between, so I really cherish the ones that “click” for me.

This one elicited strong emotion for me.

It’s hard living a life devoted to God. The world begins to weigh you down and the devil tries to break your spirit. Being a Christian, for me at least, means a constant and daily renewal of my faith through devotions, prayer and reminders that through all the trials and tribulations and victories, it’s all worth it during AND in the end.

People always say, “I’m working for the weekend.”

This song reminded me that despite it all, I should hang in there, be strong, not lose faith and press forward, because I’m not just working for the weekend, I’m living for that moment one day, where I’ll see my God face to face and be able to spend an eternity with Him, loving Him.

I’m not just working for the weekend, I’m living for paradise.


When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she’d fly.

And dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

She dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

La la la La
La la la

So lying underneath those stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun must set to rise.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
This could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo

#CincySM Instagram Meetup: Findlay Market

•November 14, 2011 • 4 Comments

I missed the first Instagram meetup that Kevin Dugan organized in June.

Glad I didn’t miss Saturday’s meetup at Findlay Market.

It was a glorious fall day, to capture all things urban and local.

All pics were taken using my iPhone4 and processed using various Instagram filters.

Check out everyone else’s FABULOUS pics here: http://inkstagram.com/#/tag/cincysm. Also, check out the video at the end that Kevin compiled of all our shots.

The coolest thing about these photo walks is seeing the different perspectives/interpretations of the same subject matter. I highly encourage anyone remotely interested in photographing things, to join the meetup group and check out the next meetup. It’s a great time…and FREE!

Hopefully, it’ll be a winter-themed one!


•October 13, 2011 • 2 Comments

Yesterday, my beautiful mommy turned 60 years old.

She, my dad & sister were back home in Nevis.

And I wasn’t there with them.

I was supposed to be, but I wasn’t, and I was super bummed.

So I decided to make myself be there to celebrate my mom’s epic milestone.

I arranged with my sister to have a surprise Skype birthday tea party for mom.

Mandi baked a cake for mom and got the tea party ready.

I decided to get a special-order brownie cake from Taste of Belgium. I decided that since I couldn’t be in the Caribbean celebrating with my family, the least I could do was treat myself to the most delicious brownie I’ve had in a while.

I also got some takeout Indian food to really make me feel like I was with my family.

So when 6:30p.m. rolled around, my mom had no idea what the sis and I had in store for her.

This was mom’s expression when I showed her the brownie cake…

What’s the point of having a lighted birthday cake, if you don’t make a wish and blow out the candles?

Needless to say, it was the best Skype session I had with my mommy.

Thank you Jean-Francois for being so wonderful in accommodating my special request for the brownie cake and making my mom’s birthday that more memorable.

Thanks sis for taking care of things on your end.

Thanks technology for being so awesome!

And thanks to all of  you who sent birthday tweets and Facebook comments about my mom.

She loved every.single.one.of.them.

today’s my mom’s 60th bday! personally, & unbiasedly, i think she doesn’t look a day older than 30! 🙂 http://flic.kr/p/ab9rGB#ilovemymom
October 12, 2011
Thank you Steve! I’ll let her know! RT @snixon: @mojojacob Aww Happy birthday to your momma!
October 12, 2011
THANK YOU BOBBY! She loved meeting you too! RT @5chw4r7z: @mojojacob you have a beautiful mother Mojo, I’m glad I was able to meet her
October 12, 2011
She is! RT @brewnas: @mojojacob She looks happy. 🙂
October 12, 2011
THANK YOU! RT @geekjames: Your mom’s a beautiful woman,looks so happy,it’s no wonder you & @mandiraJ are as wonderful as you are #ilovemymom
October 12, 2011
Picking up my special order! Thank you so much JF! (@ Taste of Belgium: 12th & Vine)http://4sq.com/oosPjz
October 12, 2011
I just became the mayor of Taste of Belgium: 12th & Vine on @foursquare!http://4sq.com/mWk5M4
October 12, 2011
I checked in at Apna Indian (341 Ludlow Ave) on #Yelp http://bit.ly/eGyuQy
October 12, 2011
Best carryout in the city! (@ Apna Indian Restaurant) http://4sq.com/niZSSu
October 12, 2011
@mojojacob I hope your Mom is having a great birthday! #ThanksForIncludingUsInCelebrations
October 12, 2011
YES! RT @tasteofbelgium: (so you got ur mom a virtual brownie for her bday–I’ll think about that for my Mom next time. Love the concept)
October 12, 2011

A Memorable Girls’ Night

•August 24, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Last Saturday night, my girlfriend Toni and I got all gussied up to meet up for a ladies night out on the town to celebrate her birthday.

We had big plans: meet a new girlfriend, then dinner and dancing downtown to end the night.

It was truly a fabulous night, and while dinner and dancing were both memorable in their own rights, it was meeting our new girlfriend that left the lasting impression on us.

You know the stereotypes of women being intimidated by other strong, beautiful, accomplished, powerful women?

Well, Toni and I totally didn’t succumb to those stereotypes when we met this new girlfriend, instead, we both were simply blown away by her.

Blown away by her charm, intelligence, prowess, poise, finesse, grace, mystery, wit, ambition, drive, passion, regality & magnetism.

Blown away by her fluency in seven languages; authorship of numerous books; ease with numbers and figures; political and scholarly achievements; insatiable hunger for knowledge and learning; commandeering of naval forces, as well as both the left and right sides of her brain.

Blown away by her blinding fierceness for protecting her children, their destiny, her family name and honor.

Blown away by her blinding patriotism and fierceness in defending her country.

Blown away by her impeccable eye and taste for creating trends in the beauty/cosmetics, home decor and fashion/style arenas.

Blown away by her insatiable hunger for power, greed, money, wealth, riches, influence, relevance, significance and legacy.

Blown away by her vulnerabilities, insecurities, fears, strengths, desires, passions, romanticism, softness, hardness, hopes and dreams.

But I think the one thing that blew Toni and I away the most about how much of a role model this new girlfriend was -and just how many light years she was ahead of her own time and people- was the fact that she was light years ahead of ours.

That, and the fact that she had been dead since 30 BC.

But that tiny detail didn’t matter to Toni and I, because that night we both felt an instant connection to this incredible woman and considered her our new girl-friend. It didn’t matter that time separated her world from ours. Standing there, immersed in her world, she felt more like a modern-day woman, than a legend lost to the sands of time.

That was the night, we fell in love with Cleopatra.

The beauty of it all, is that you too can fall in love with her… but you have only until September 5th to do so.

So make sure to meet up with her…you’ll never forget when you do.

Photo provided by Cincinnati Museum Center

Spicy Watermelon Gazpacho

•August 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment


  • 2 boxes of pre-cut watermelon, cubed
  • 1 lb can of fire-roasted tomatoes, crushed
  • 1 small red onion, diced
  • 1 lime, all the juice squeezed
  • 1 small red pepper, diced
  • 1 small can of jalapeno, diced
  • 1 small jar of fresh mango salsa, diced
  • 2 tablespoons of granulated sugar
  • 1 small bunch of Cilantro, to taste
  • Salt, to taste
  • 1 Tablespoon of Sambal Oelek, to taste


  • Pulse everything in food processor or blender, according to desired chunkiness/consistency.
  • Add additional cold water, for desired thickness.
  • Refrigerate for at least one hour for optimum flavor. The longer it’s chilled, the better it becomes.
  • Adding an entire can of jalapeno definitely ups the heat level of this recipe, but the longer it’s chilled, the heat actually mellows out.
  • Personal recipe tweak #1: leave some watermelon chunks unpulsed, to add textural component. The gazpacho itself doesn’t taste like watermelon (more like a tropical, spicy salsa), so leaving some watermelon chunks really reinforces this feature ingredient and lends a sweet, crunchy surprise – against the mellow, spicy heat – while consuming.
  • Personal recipe tweak #2: Adding other fruits such as pineapple, cantaloupe or honey dew would be perfect complements to the watermelon. I’ll definitely be trying them in the future.
  • Major bonus, it’s vegan!

Tastes best served poolside…and with friends! 🙂

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