I'm starting to get nervous about this film contest. It's not that I can't write...cuz I can...but I'm afraid of what I come up with on demand.
What if I'm not good enough?
I'm having a meeting this evening with my partner in crime and we're going to discuss logistics, etc.
What if I'm not good enough?
I've read and re-read the genre's and thought about all kinds of stuff regarding.
What if I'm not good enough?
I don't like failing so before I try I can generally talk myself out of something. It will be hard to do that this time since yall are VERY vocal witnesses but...in the back of my mind...all the time...is the question:
WHAT IF I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH?
I find this outfit sexy as hell. SEXY AS HELL! Anybody ever order clothes from Speigel? What's the quality like? Whatchall think of this fit? I have a bag sorta kinda like that one that I have yet to rock...hmmmmmmmmmmmm...thinking...thinking...thinking.
I gotta be honest and say that if you like this dress...you should buy it because this is an AMAZING price for a formal dress.
...and if they catch you in your lie...CHANGE THE LIE! SIMPLE!
That must be in the handbook that folks who have political aspirations read. Gotta be.
I woke this morning to Tony Snow saying something so utterly ridiculous it was insulting. Basically he said..."We never said Saddam had anything to do with 9/11. *sigh* Then I guess we must have all had the same terrible dream at the same time huh? Okay.
Tenet is about to bust a brain vessel and is stomping all up and down Washington saying how he will never, ever, ever, EVER believe anything the White House says and neither should we. AND HE WAS THE DAMN HEAD OF THE CIA! Doesn't that make you scratch your head?
Some dude resigned this weekend over the current sex scandal with the madam. You know...the one who is selling her records. The part that makes me laugh the most about this is...MADAM'S ALWAYS KEEP RECORDS! I mean geez...there have been enough of them in the media WHERE ALL IDIOTS SHOULD KNOW THIS BY NOW! Oh but wait...this dude is like...no...I never did anything with them...I just got (You ready for this? You sitting down?_ MASSAGES!
Dude...you can't trust a SEX MADAM! Geez.
I remember a neighbor telling me that she vote for W because he lead the moral majority. HOW'S THAT WORKING FOR YA?
I bring that ish up every time I see her azz.
What in the heck are we gonna do about our government people? Or does it even matter any more? What is it about politickin that makes it end up being so damn scandalous no matter who is doing what? And again...WHAT CAN WE DO ABOUT CLEANING UP OUR GOVERNMENT?
NOTE: Please remember I have normal skin. There are masks for every skin type so choose one for YOUR type. If you don't know your type...maybe you can visit an esthetician who can tell you your type. I used a few different ones until I started using this one regularly. I like how tight it makes my face feel and how smooth.
Why lemon and hot water? My mother used to do it every morning. She said my Grandmother did it every morning too. I don't know if my Grandmother does...I'll have to remember to ask her. I've never been at my Grandmother's house when she first woke up. LOL!
My mother told me it helped speed up getting rid of impurities in our bodies. Her skin was always flawless and her hair was thick and gorgeous. Every morning before she ate anything or relieved herself she drank it. I feel much better when I do it regularly.
Most folks drink coffee first thing...I drink hot water and lemon. :)
It also helps with your digestion and speeds up your...erra...elimination process. :)
I do the mask weekly and I do the scrub when I wash my face on a day I've worn make-up as well as during my weekly at home spa day. The body scrub is weekly too. That scrub is warming so it's an interesting sensation on your skin.
I usually use a shea butter body cream that I buy from Whole Foods by Jason Organics but this weekend I used one I bought at the Beauty Night Out event by this company: http://store.africansheabuttercompany.com/sheabodycreams.html
What do YOU guys use? Folks sent me emails asking me which of these products I used after I posted about my day Saturday. What do you guys use and why do you use it? Did you try a bunch of other stuff prior to finding the perfect thing for you? Please put your skin type in the comment so folks with skin like yours can benefit.
Today was the antithesis of my day yesterday. I've been working my butt off in my yard and on my deck. Robby went to play golf since I'm pretty peculiar about how my flower beds look and he's learned to just let me play in the dirt solo.
I hit Wal-Mart first and got some cleaning supplies that I was out of and that Ms. Olga has been looking at me out the corner of her eye because of. LOL! Then I went to Borders and bought my favorite contemporary author's new book, J.D. Mason, "This Fire Down In My Soul." I hope it's good as I haven't really been able to get into reading for a while now and was hoping she'd cure me of my complacency.
Then...I picked out some stuff for my flower boxes that I have on my deck and I got a neet ivy topiary too. Cool.
I like my beds to be mostly green with a smattering of flowers. Spring before last I actually planned it out the way you're supposed to and planted a hardy mix of perrenials and allowed for spaces within to add annuals so I can change up the colors. The difference? Perrenials come back year after year and annuals die and you gotta replant.
I don't like the "normal" flowers. You'll never find pansies in my yard...BLECH. I like to mix it up and find things that are different. I have a neighbor who asked me to help her do the same...but I pretended that I didn't do it intentionally and it was beginners luck when in fact I PLANNED every square inch of my beds for consistent blooming throughout.
Perrenials also help cut back on how much money you spend on your plantings since you're not replacing everything every year. Nice.
I was upset with my tulips this year though. I planted 50 "Merry Widow" year before last because they were the tulips I used at my wedding celebration. I just picked the flower which was a bright fuschia with white trim and my florist (who is FABULOUS) found them for me. When I wanted to plant them...and asked her the variety she was like...I was hoping you'd never ask me that. ROFL. I ordered the bulbs online and planted them and last year...OHMYG...they were sooooooooooooo beautiful. I expected that they would be even more beautiful this year because they are supposed to double while dormant. Well...this year they were coming up wonderfully and then we had that serious cold spell. Thus far I only have one bloom and even though it's beautiful...I'm disappointed to say the least.
I bought a nemisia because it smells soooooooooooo good. It's not the prettiest plant with itty bitty white flowers with yellow centers but WOW...the fragrance is sooooooooo beautiful. Me likey. :)
Three of my neighbors stopped by and we chatted and chatted. One of them was taking notes. LOL. She's ALWAYS biting my flava...lol...but hey...if it beautifies the neighborhood...so be it.
I was finished by the time Robby got home and we threw some meat and veggies on the grill and sat on the deck and finished a bottle of wine and talked and laughed and laughed and laughed. I can't tell yall how funny Robby is. He has me ROOOOOLLLLLLING on the regular.
As he was sitting back talking I was focusing on just how great my life is.
Did I tell yall I'm about to have a new niece or nephew? Yup...me is. My family is expanding. We have some other good news that is potentially on the horizon and if it comes to fruition the way we hope...life is gonna get even better.
I wonder about what it is about me that makes it so that I have such a blessed life and I've decided that it's probably because of all my suffering. I've hurt bad and now...I'm finally getting my reward. My husband is wonderful and great and we have a pretty awesome life.
This morning, as always, he brought me breakfast in bed and that's how I started off my day. Thanking God for a wonderful husband who, even though I can be a bit "special" takes such good care of me to the point where I don't even THINK about my well-being sometimes cuz I know he's got that.
We are currently on our deck and I'm sitting across from him. He's in the swing bench with his legs crossed and we have the iPod on playing Kem. The music is right and the wine is delicious (Napa Ridge Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon). The corn is on the grill and in a few minutes we are going to have a delicious meal. We've been out here talking for about two hours and there is nothing I would want to do more.
Robby: You know what my parents do every day?
Robby: Every morning at 4:00 am they sit on the swing and have their coffee together.
Me: That's nice.
Robby: We should do that.
Me: I wouldn't know what 4:00 am looks like.
Robby: Well...we could do it at 8:00 am.
Me: Lemme sleep on it.
I love the fact that his parents are such wonderful role models for him and I love the fact that my guy enjoys hanging out with me and the poochies.
Sometimes, as yall know, I hurt because of how long it's been that we have been trying unsuccessfully to have a baby...but not this weekend. This weekend was absolutely perfect.
We decided to eat on our deck and Robby just pointed out the moon to me. The sun is going down and it's nice. Pefect even. Dinner was perfect and being with my guy was wonderful. Life just keeps on getting better.
I write about times like this so that when I'm down...I can read about the reality of good times. I'm loved and am in love. RIDICULOUSLY so...with my husband. Days like today...normal, regular days become monumental because of him.
When is the last time you ate outside with you sig other? When is the last time you packed a picnic? When is the last time you did something a bit different with your guy?
When is the last time you looked up while he was talking...and fell in love all over again with him? When you walked up on him while he was talking about something like the Democratic debate or getting his truck serviced and kissed him? REALLY kissed him. When you thanked GOD for his presence in your life? When you realized that life's pleasures would be diminished without him?
Excuse me...I gotta go. I'm going watch "Planet Earth" with my guy.
This weekend has been complete.
Now I don't know if we sposed to be laughing at this...cuz I KNOW ya boy was prolly feeling it in his heart...but Sunny sent it and I KNOW her evil behind was over there HOWLING so Imma post it.
Did yall think it was funny? Did you feel guilty thinking it was? Or is it just me? LOL!
Last night before bed I slathered shea butter on my feet and put on a pair of socks.
When I woke up this morning they were like butta baby. I did a gentle scrub on my face and prepped it for my weekly mask. Oh...and I drank a small glass of hot water with fresh lemon juice.
I washed my hair and then I put on my deep conditioner. I put on my bonnet dryer and deep conditioned my hair for 45 minutes while I lay on the sofa and watched an episode of "Heros" on my puter.
When I finished, I got in the shower without the water running and rubbed in a sugar scrub body exfoliator, then I turned on the water and rinsed the sugar off and the conditioner out.
After that...I moisturized my skin with a shea butter body cream and my hair with jojoba and sweet almond oil. I pulled my hair back in a loose ponytail and got ready for my mask.
I went downstairs and poured a kettle full of hot water into a large wide mouthed bowl and added three drops of lavender oil. I leaned over the bowl and draped a towel over my head for about 6 minutes and then moisturized...decided to forego the mask. Why? Cuz I could.
So I'm on the sofa relaxing, chilling, enjoying life and the phone rings. It's someone I haven't spoken to in a minute. She asked me how my day was going and I told her I was relaxing today. Then she said something disrespectful:
Her: So all you gonna do is lay around all day and do nothing? I wish I had that kind of time. I gotta go...blah, blah, blah and then I gotta...blah, blah, blah.
And I hung up on that heffa.
She called back. I didn't answer but I'm sure she left a message wondering if her signal dropped or some ish. Yeah...her signal dropped aiight.
I thought about letting her piss me off...but to be honest...I was having too good of a day. A MY KIND OF DAY.
I'm not going to apologize for the ease of certain things in my life. Nor am I going to apologize for the fact that I have a lot of down time. I REQUIRE a lot of down time. And I don't have ish else going on today BY CHOICE.
I felt annoyed with her...probably irrationally. You see...one day I MIGHT be running around with my kids too. Taking them to the barber, to basketball games, to swimming lessons, to whatever. You know...stimulating their minds...instead of lounging having a relaxing day all to myself. One day...but for now...I'm going to enjoy my down time. Because what else would I do? Sit around and bleed from my broken heart?
If I hang up on you. It means I'm done.
How did you spend your day? Running errands or chilling?
How's it going? I hope all is well.
I have sent you a link to an article regarding paternity fraud. I don't know if you have read it, but I found it interesting.
When I met my husband 15 years ago he had two daughters. I accepted them and treat the same as I do our children. Throughout the years he has always had a nagging feeling that both of the girls are not his biolical children. It even got to the point where the oldest told one of his nieces her mother told her he was not her father. When he confronted his ex, she of course denied everything. He contemplated having a paternity test done on both of the girls, but since they are teenagers (17 and 15), he decided it would be too much for them to deal with if he is not their father. So he pays the child support and they continue to visit.
My questions are: What do you think is going on in the mind of a woman who lies to a man about paternity? Do you think there is ever a time when a paternity test should not be done and the psychological well being of the child/children should be considered?
You drive a very expensive car and don't own a home even though you're old as hell. Your pants sag off your butt and your speech is faaaaaaaaaar from ideal...you know...for someone YOUR AGE. You're interesting looking enough...but not REALLY enough to make someone put up with your dumb stuff. You sit back and talk about how AWFUL black women are and why you're not letting one "catch" you that doesn't have her stuff together. You know...you're not falling for the OKEY DOKE.
You say how much you work out...but your gut kinda contradicts that. It seems no one has told you that those tight see thru shirts aren't really the thing to do anymore. Your dress shirts are too short...and the amount of wrinkles that show up when you take off your jacket tell the tale of the quality of them. And FRENCH CUFF dress shirts that are too short at the sleeves...man...that's just comical when you put on cuff links. ESPECIALLY cuff links that are clocks (WHADAFUG?????????). Just a flapping MESS.
But you know...you ain't falling for the OKEY DOKE.
You might NEED to fall for the okey doke. Get a woman to help get your shit together. Show you for once and for all what your pudgy azz need to be wearing. Point out to you quality by way of shoes and thangs. You know...simple ish that a woman's touch does for you. AND YOU NEED TO BE GRATEFUL AND TREAT HER LIKE A QUEEN TO EVEN TAKE ON A PROJECT SUCH AS YOU.
A smart man knows to hook up with a smart woman. But you...you ain't falling for the OKEY DOKE.
All the women you meet have issues huh? Well maybe it's cause only women with issues are attracted to you...you know...cuz maybe YOU GOT ISSUES and like attracts like. I'm just saying. THAT'S why good women are staying away from your azz. Ain't nobody got time for an over-inflated issue when the package is presented as YOU.
And the funniest thing of all...YOU DON'T SEE IT! And your dumb azz keeps talking and talking and yapping and yapping about how women ain't ISH. LOL! Dude...shut up cuz we stop listening when you open your mouth and just laugh...and laugh...and laugh.
In the event you stumble onto my blog...Here's a hint and a half for your azz...
You might not be a CATCH.
Anybody else know dudes like this? Always dogging women like their azz some kinda star and they packaged like whadafugandwhy?
The Beauty Night Out event was a bunch of overpriced crap we didn't need. We did our quick one two and hit up the martini table and food and bought a few butters and scrubs:
Saw a couple of the organizers that Lesley and I knew from volunteering with them previously at the Fasion Fights Poverty event:
So we left and then the REAL fun of the evening began. We went to dinner and baaaaaaaaaaby...we all laughed so hard our stomachs hurt. The chick sitting behind me...LOVE HER! She is so dang funny it's ridiculous...when I think of what she did when we were talking about the W Hotel...Killa. ROFL! Imma hafta hook up with her again as she was TOO.DANG.FUNNY!
Whew...good times man...GOOD TIMES!
OF COURSE my evening wasn't uneventful. OF COURSE. LOL! When I dropped Shawn off at the Metro...I headed home. As yall know...I'm a one trick pony when it comes to driving. I know one way in and one way out. Well...I went the way I know to get on the GW Parkway...AND THE DAMN ENTRANCE WAS CLOSED!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! WTF????? WHO DOES THAT WITHOUT WARNING? SHEESH!
So I'm driving and see a sign...WELCOME TO VIRGINIA. Aw crap...I don't know ish bout Virginia cept where the Trader Joe's is and the best Marshall's. *sigh* So I call Robby and he talked me through getting where I needed to be. I know he made a note to self to make SURE that the next vehicle I get has that talking person in the roof. LOL!
Well...I made it home safe but wow was I tired. I've decided that I need to think REAL hard about hangin on a "school night" from now on. LOL! Why? CUZ I'M OLD! I ain't good for NUTTIN today. Whew. Just too tired for words.
I would tell yall more about our discussions that were HYSTERICAL...but hell no...I'll just say...you had to be there. ROFL!
The evening was well worth it being able to kick it with my girls and new cool chicas. LOVED THEM LOVED THEM LOVED THEM!
Oh yeah...Belinda...did you show? Oh and yes...Imma be PISSED if you didn't cuz I had three other people who wanted the ticket AND IT WAS RUDE AS FUG IF YOU DIDN'T WHEN SOMEONE COULD HAVE ENJOYED THEMSELVES.
Muhammad Ali is one of my biggest heros.
Some years ago when I was working in DC, a stranger on the sidewalk said excitedly...MUHAMMAD ALI IS IN THE BIG AND TALL STORE ON THE CORNER. And yall...PEOPLE STARTED RUNNING! I am soooooooooo serious. Folks in suits, in heels, on cell phones, walking with co-workers, etc. They started running to get a glimpse of The Champ. And I did too. My co-worker and I hot-footed it in there and we joined the HUGE crowd that had gathered outside the store and watched him through the glass. He was in there trying on jackets and then...he walked over to the window and the crowd got quiet...AND HE STARTED DOING SOME BOXING MOVES WITH HIS HANDS...WE. WENT. NUTS! Like off the charts. We were cheering and roo-roo-rooing...and then...someone started the chant...ALI, ALI, ALI, ALI, ALI, ALI!
I looked around me at the crowd. No one passed by without stopping and folks were rushing from all directions to get there. Word had spread. The Champ was in town and EVERYONE wanted to see The Greatest.
Man that was a cool day. I smiled from ear-to-ear and I'm smiling now just thnking about it again. I got to see Muhammad Ali...in real life. That's like the hugest thing EVER to me even today.
One day I'm going to Louisville, KY to visit his museum. There is no way I'm leaving this world without doing that. http://www.alicenter.org/
I have a free ticket that you can have but you need to contact me BEFORE NOON TODAY so I can put your name on the list. BEFORE NOON! I don't care who you are...if you want to go...you can have the ticket.
DOG'S DAILY DIARY:
8:00 a.m. Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 a.m. A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 a.m. A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m. Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 p.m. Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 p.m. Playing in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 p.m. Nap time! MY favorite thing.
4:00 p.m. The kids are home! MY favorite thing!
5:00 p.m. Puppy treats! My favorite thing!
7:00 p.m. Get to play fetch! My favorite thing!
8:00 p.m. Watching TV with my master! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m. Sleeping at the bottom of my master's bed! My favorite thing!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:
Day 1183 of My Captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ''good little hunter'' I am. The audacity!! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow-- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released--and he seems more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be the informant-- I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe-- for now. But I can wait. For it is only a matter of time.
...my mother stopped fuggin with me? Prolly not. It was a low point in my life but yup...it happened. My mother stopped fuggin with me.
Now you're probably asking what kind of mother would stop fuggin with her daughter? Also...you're prolly asking...what in the world does she mean bout stop fuggin with her?
Lemme clarify. MY. MOTHER. STOPPED. FUGGIN. WITH. ME. Got it? LOL!
She stopped talking to me, she stopped acknowledging my existence. There were no shopping trips, no buying me something special just because, no smiles, no kisses, no good nights, no good mornings, no checking to make sure I'd done my homework, no special snacks, no ironing my clothes, no helping clean my room, no taking care of my hair, no going to my games, no showing up for anything I had going on. FOR LIKE A MONTH AND A HALF or maybe two months even. AND IT FELT LIKE SHE DID IT FOR 10 YEARS!
See...I wasn't all that great of a kid. I was a little too damn smart for my own good and I had a tendency to be a lil shithead with anyone of authority except my father. Why not with him you ask? Well...CUZ HIS AZZ WAS CRAZY! THAT'S WHY! My father would beat you for GP just to make sure you hadn't forgotten who the alpha dog was. And TRUST...I was not stoopit.
Well...I figured out pretty early on that my father played mind games with my mother on the regular by making her feel like she wasn't a good mother which was the furthest thing in the world from the truth. BUT...when my daddy wasn't mad at YOU...he'd play super dad with you for a minute. And my dad in super dad mode was the funnest...coolest...most FABULOUSLY outrageous daddy in the WORLD! And THAT daddy was the BESTEST!
I told him how hard my mother was on me and how she was mean to me because I looked just like him. And he egged that ish on. And we must've talked about how terrible my mother was to me for a good solid half hour. He was being favorite daddy of the world regardless of the fact that he was not hands on AT ALL and my mother was the parent that did EVERYTHING for us.
Well...my father charged my mother up with all this nonsense and when she denied I would say something like that about her...he called me in to confess. And I did. In a smug azz way all up on my father's side and ish. The only difference is...I saw the look in her eyes and read it correctly. I saw that she was devastated. I saw that nothing in the world meant more to her than being a good mother. My father's illness allowed him not to see it. But I knew better. This was my mother who protected me. Who...the night my father was having one of his episodes and was in a corner of the living room behind an armchair cluthing a gun...came and woke my brothers and I and told us not to leave our room under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. And then she went in and dealt with a crazy man with a gun. The mother who protected me, comforted me...who was my everything. MY EVERYTHING. Without her...I was truly nothing...not a damn thing.
Sure...I was my daddy's princess...but shit...that didn't mean he did a damn thing besides ooooooohing and aaaaaaaaaaaaahing and buying me something pretty.
I'm writing this because I'm pretty annoyed that someone I love has a daughter that pretty much did the same thing to her and she is feeling like maybe she is a bad mother. Maybe she's too hard on her daughter. Maybe she should loosen up a bit and allow her daughter a bit more input and control over her choices because after all...she's the ripe old age of TWELVE. Humph.
I want my friend to know that I think she is an AMAZING mother and that the sacrifices she makes so that her child can have the best of everything are not unnoticed by me and that right now...to me...her daughter is being ungrateful AND WILL GET OVER IT. Just like I did.
When my mother stopped fuggin with me...I recognized just how much she did for me and how blessed I was that she did those things. Why? Cuz I COULD have a mother that didn't fug with me. AT ALL. EVER. And not just to prove a point. But because she didn't give a damn.
We never talked about how hurt she was cuz she wasn't that type of mother either. We just fell back into our routine and I hugged her more and loved her lots. I tried my best to not fall for the okey doke my father was dishing out ever again to pit us against each other. Nobody won when he did that...not even...as he thought...him.
Any advice for my friend? She's not the type to pull the drastic measures my mother did cuz she's just too dang nice which is one of the reasons I love her so much. Yall know what I told her: "Beat huh." Ceily, "The Color Purple"
LOL...Thank goodness she doesn't listen to me huh? ROFL!
It's finally happening. I'm going to have to break down and get a new cell phone as mine has been dropped one time too many. It hurts cuz I haven't bought a new cell phone since I lived in Dallas because my office always provided me with a phone. When I left my last real job, I got to keep the phone. Before that phone died my surrogate dad bought me the latest and greatest for my birthday two years ago.
I was trying to hold out till the Apple phone dropped this summer but I don't think I'm going to get it. Why? Two reasons. First...Apple is well known for needing a few runs before working out the bugs and second...I hate the fact that it's only going to be available with Cingular. That's like forcing me to do something you know? And I find that irksome as hell. Who the hell do they think they are...they are going to charge me $500 for something and then they are going to dictate who I can have the service with? No. Enough. I draw the line at the iTune monopoly with it's rules and restrictions.
Okay...so...I'm ready to get a new phone but what should I get? A phone or a one of those super dooper fancy things that email and such?
What do you have? Why do you have it? Do you like it? What problems does it have if any? Are you a basic phone or a fancy phone kinda person?
Holla atcha girl.
“Mother…explain to me how you left your makeup bag? You’re the most organized woman I know.”
“Angela, I have told you I don’t know. I had a headache and your father was in a rush. I’ll just pop into Neiman’s and it will take me 10 minutes tops.”
Angie sighed. A big deep sigh.
“I have to pick up Zachary at 2:30. We’ll go by Bloomingdales after we pick him up. I’m sure they sell Laura Mercier.”
“But my lipstick...”
“Mother,” Angie said warningly “I’m not picking Zachary up late so you may touch up your lipstick. When did you start wearing makeup on a plane anyway? You used to preach to Mia and I constantly about the ills of wearing makeup in a pressurized cabin.” she laughed.
Adele said nothing.
“When you’re as old as I am, you don’t have to worry so much about your skin as you used to.”
“Mother you’re only 55 years old. You’re far from old.” She glanced over at her mother, who had always been beautiful to her and she softened knowing how difficult it was for a woman like her mother, who took so much stock in being beautiful…to age.
Her mother’s schedule of facials and peels and scrubs had kept her line free for a long time, but it wouldn’t last forever she knew and when it did it would be traumatic at the least.
“Would you like to try the color I have on?”
Her mother said nothing.
“Mommy…let’s not fight. You just got here.”
Adele patted her leg and smiled. “Drive faster. I miss my grandson.”
Angie’s cell phone started ringing. It was David. She didn’t answer it.
“What’s daddy doing this weekend?”
“What else but play golf?”
“Do you still play with him?”
“Sometimes. Usually when Warren and Elyn play. Not usually so much when it’s just him.”
“So what have you been up to?”
Adele thought about it. What HAD she been up to?
She was saved from answering as they pulled up to Zachary’s school. Angie showed the guard her identification and drove though the gates of Georgetown Day School. By the time she reached the top of the key, Zachary was shifting from foot to foot with the guard on duty.
“Grandmother!” he yelled! and Adele got out of the car and hugged him to her hard.
“How is my baaaaaaaaby!”
“Mmuffhhhhumpphhhfffff.” She was suffocating him it seemed.
She stepped back and held him at arms length. “I believe you have grown an entire two inches since the last time I saw you.”
“I did." he said seriously. "What did you bring me?”
“It’s inside.” They both got in the car and Adele and Angie were silent as they listened to Zachary tell them about his day.
“Moooooom! Why are we at the mall! I don’t want to go shopping!” when they pulled up next to Bloomingdale's.
“Grandmother left her makeup case and needs to buy more. We’ll only be 10 minutes so it’s not really shopping.”
Zachary pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
Adele turned around and looked at him. “So you’re saying you don’t want to do this one thing for Grandmother?” and she made a sad, pleading face.
Zachary giggled. “Okay…but just 10 minutes…you promise?”
“I’ll try my best sweet pea. I’m only going to one counter in this store and then we’re leaving.”
And they all got out of the truck and went inside.
At the Laura Mercier counter, Adele asked for what she needed and Angie and Zachary roamed to the other side of the floor.
“Mommy…is that word Juicy?”
“Yes precious. What do you think of the bag?”
She laughed. “I agree.” And she looked down at her son. He had his face all scrunched up something ugly and she laughed again and pulled his earlobe gently.
“Moooooom!” he playfully slapped at her hand. “I’m not a baby!”
“I know precious.”
She was still looking at her son’s beautiful profile when they rounded the corner. Her mother had finished her transaction and was walking towards them and she smiled at her. A woman with a stroller was behind Adele and Angie froze when she saw her face. Her smile wavered and turned into a thin line, her eyes like steel.
Adele stopped, confused, recognizing the look in Angie’s eyes as the same look her husband sometimes gave her. It was a look of hate and disgust and she dropped her brown bag against the venom in her daughter’s eyes thinking it was directed at her. Her right hand automatically up to her heart as if to protect herself from a known evil.
“Mom, mom….” Zachary tugged at Angie’s hand because she had stopped but she didn’t hear him. She was looking at the woman coming up behind her mother. The woman was chatting away on a cell phone and politely stepped to the right of Adele as Adele bent down to pick up her bag.
The woman tossed her blond hair as she laughed and then she saw Angie. She stopped talking and turned around quickly the stroller on two wheels. But not before Angie saw the baby whom she’d heard looked exactly like her husband except he was a blond and blue eyed version with skin the color of the insides of her palm. Her husband...whom she used to laugh with and share every detail of every little thing with. Her husband to whom she was bound because of the child tugging at her hand. Because of the expectations of her parents, her family, because she hadn’t finished the path of education she started…because she gave up her dreams to further his, because she was a housewife in the middle of a city where image was everything.
Adele stopped and followed her glare at the hastily retreating woman. She looked back at her daughter and saw the raw pain that resided on her face. Angie started shaking and Adele squared her shoulders and rushed to her daughter’s side.
A mother knows. A mother knows.
I'm sure everyone received their email letting them know the event venue changed right? Cool. Since everyone will prolly get there at different times...I say we meet up at 7:00 and say hi. So this is what you do. At 7:00...turn and face the entrance and then walk to the FAR RIGHT HAND CORNER. COOL? Cool. Just to say hi...what's up, etc. If you wanna hook up before then...holla atcha girl. It looks like this is gonna be fun. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Bush on Gonzales: "He went up and gave a very candid assessment, and answered every question he could possibly answer, honestly answer, in a way that increased my confidence in his ability to do the job."
I SOOOOOOOO think Gonzalez helped him hide that DUI even more so now. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6857224/site/newsweek/
Why would you have a problem with it?
Why wouldn't you have a problem with it?
Would you date a man my age-ish that goes to a Young Jeezy concert?
What do you think it says about a man my age-ish that does? Does it say ANYTHING about him?
Could it be an indicator as to why a "good woman" won't date him?
I've always loved that song by Jill Scott, "The Fact Is (I need you)."
Could buy my own groceries baby Get my hair tight, my nails right I can floss my own bling bling Write the words to the songs I sing I can even raise the child we'll make Make sure he's loved and knows what God gave us I can teach him how to walk and stand But he needs you to help him be a man
I've had lots of conversations with folks about the need for fathers to be in their daughters lives. I'm sure you have too. Question: Have you given the same amount of thought about fathers in their sons lives?
I guess I've thought about it...but not really put too much into it ya know. Why? Cuz menfolk don't really talk about emotions like that much so you don't think it's a major issue.
It's a major issue.
Someone told me recently that it's a boys last real cry. Wanting his daddy. I've been thinking about that ever since.
So many mothers have been raising their children alone for so many years that you really don't give much thought to the long term affects when you know they will exist. I guess it's kind of tough to do when you're in it living it every single day. Who has time to focus on that particular aspect of their child's future when you're trying to focus on all the other aspects like his/her education, day to day welfare, health, etc. instead of trying to work with someone that you find brings nothing but drama to the situation.
But children without their fathers hurt big time. And yes...they still hurt as grown azz men.
You oughta ask them. I've recently done so with some men in my life who weren't raised by their father. Two of them had a father in their home who was there for them that was not their father and they were okay...but when asked does it bother them they give answers like "...it used to" or "...sometimes."
When I think of these men's lives on the large scale, they are fine. Successful and happy. But when I break down individual circumstances and think with empathy about wondering why as it relates to their biological father in their lives...I see some damage. Damage that's not really all that noticeable to those that don't KNOW them...but enough to make you wonder what they would have been like had that not been a factor.
I look at my brother's lives and I wish my father had NOT been in their lives and my mother had had the opportunity to marry a man that would have been more of a consistent role model. Funny huh. But I am sooooo serious.
This is a VERY real issue and I hope it's something that mothers AND fathers are thinking about and taking seriously as children are being raised.
Have you asked a man raised without his father about this? What does he say? What are the issues you see in them that may have been helped by having an active father figure in their lives? What are the types of things fathers teach their sons that mothers seem to not be able to get? And finally...
HOW DOES A MAN TEACH A BOY HOW TO BE A MAN WHEN NO MAN TAUGHT HIM?
I'm standing at the curb at the airport waiting for my loving husband to pick me up. There was crazy traffic so he was like 10 minutes late. While I'm standing there...this dude was idling in his car near me and this happened:
Him: Hey (smile, smile, smile)...you need a ride?
Me: No thank you.
Him: You sure? You been standing there for like 10 minutes.
Me: (thinking...why in the helz you been looking at me for ten damn minutes)
Me: (see Robby in the Rover headed my way...start walking) Nope...there's my husband now! Bye!
AND THEN ROBBY DOES NOT SEE ME AND DRIVES THE FUG RIGHT PAST ME! HE AIN'T EVEN SLOW UP. I'M RUNNING YELLING AND ISH...ROOOOOOOBBBBBBBYYYYYY! ROBBY! AND THIS FOOL KEP-A-KICKIN! Just...DOODY DOODY DO! Don't see Monnie...me keep driving. DOODY DOODY DO!
I kept walking trying to wipe off all the egg on my face. I just KNOW that dude was laughing his AZZ off at my dumb butt. Prolly thinking...unh huh...her azz waiting on the bus she ain't got nobody picking her up. I hate him too.
So after I get in the truck and tell Robby what happens...THIS FOOL BURSTS OUT LAUGHING LIKE HE WAS AT THE IMPROV OR SOME ISH.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan...I gets NO LOVE when I come home. NONE!
This was on "60 Minutes" last night.
The people that NEED to read this...won't ever. Because of that...YOU read it...and tell em bout it when you see em. This was a VERY thought provoking article. Like...WOW: http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/04/19/60minutes/main2704565.shtml
That's how I'm feeling. I went to H-town and grubbed something terrific and my old olive oil and veggie based stomach has apparently REJECTED all that good eating I did.
Man my tummy is scrunched up. Like...wow. I AM NOT LEAVING MY BEDROOM TODAY. PERIOD.
I had fun with my people, of course, and helped Cojoe spend a whole lotta loot...which makes his cheap...I mean frugal behind ill too. So I guess we BOTH sick. ROFL!
I wanna say something about my best friend/baby brother here. I'm very proud of him. We ain't no ole mushy folks or nuffin...but I am. I'm so proud of him I could just BURST. I thought this weekend if I put too much pressure on him. I hope not. I mean...I expect excellence from him...and that's what he shows the world. I'm very, VERY proud of him.
Cojoe and I have been best friends for a long, long azz time. At times it's been rough because we both have VERY strong personalities...but he's pretty much always had my back and he KNOWS I got his.
I always wonder when people say men and women can't have platonic friendships. Why? Cuz I have them with both my best friends. My Cojoe and my Weezy. When I hear men OR women say stuff like that, I immediately think...uh...they must be ho-ish since it seems they have slept with every person of the opposite sex they started a friendship with if they think it's not possible. LOL. When I break it down to folks like that...they usually change their tune.
Stoopit prolly ho-ish person: Oh...I mean...not for old friends...I just meant folks you meet now.
Me: Unh huh.
LOL! Okay...that was my moment of telling yall how proud I am of my baby brother. I ain't saying ish nice bout his azz no mo.
His mother, my Louisiana mother, outdid her damn self in the kitchen...as always, and I had to take her out to dinner, of course to show my continued appreciation for all that she is in my life.
This is like...THE STRONGEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD. Katrina dealt her a blow...and baaaaaaaaaby...she didn't let it take her down. She's raising her granddaughter, the beautiful Miss D., who is making A's in math and science and is such a beautiful personality it ain't even funny!
I got to see my cousin (who only likes to see me to know what she's going to look like in ten years by the way...LOL) and her husband and the newest member of our family who is now 14 months old...the FABULOUS Mr. Z. in their gorgeous home that I hadn't seen since it had been built all the way out in Egypt, oops...I meant Pearland...ROFL!
Then...it was over to visit my girlfriend and her husband and adorable baby who just moved from here to Houston about 4 months ago. THEIR HOUSE IS SOOOOOOOO HUGE! Like...wow! It's amazing how them folks in H-town get to kick it! I am sooooooooooooo jealous! I always call them the perfect Black family cuz they just soooooooo storybook it's unreal. LOVE THEM!
I think Imma have a copy of this pic framed for her. It's SUCH a good pic of her handsome men!
Whew...can yall see why I was so tired? LOL! On top of shopping, shopping, shopping for Cojoe's house...we still had a lot of running around to do with family and yall know I ain't used to moving too fast ya know? LOL!
Oh yeah...almost forgot. I got to meet that punk cbean while I was there. I say she's a punk cuz she came by the house while we were slanging tile (that's playing Scrabble for those of you not in the know...LOL) and wouldn't get in on it. THEN SHE HAD THE NERVE TO TRY AND HELP THE ENEMY BEAT ME! Humph. Heffalump. Dat's aiight...I STILL WON. Even though they tried to cheat ya girl.
CreoleInDC...WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! (That's the sound the toilet makes by the way. ROFLROFLROFLROFLROFL!)
I have decided the worst thing in the world is for someone you love to take something you said and twist it into something you didn't mean. And you know there are a lot of bad things out there so this must be bad if I've said I think it's THE WORST.
Where does this mentality come from? How is it that someone who KNOWS you can play something over and over in their head until the end result is that the scenario they come up with is the furthest thing from what you meant? WHY DO THAT SHIT?
I'm a say-what-I-mean kinda chick. You never have to wonder where you stand with me cuz Imma tell you. I have absolutely no problems with that. And I have always been this way.
I guess this goes back to another level of game playing...except this time...apparantly you go for so long without saying what's REALLY on your mind to others and just assume they do as well. And hey...that's not my problem...that's yours.
But if you love someone sometimes their problems ARE yours huh?
I deal with this misinterpretation of what I say versus what I musta meant pretty regularly with some folks and I get tired of explaining myself. AND...according to who it is that is doing it...I get insulted and hurt. Why? Cuz this is US and we better than that. Or so I thought.
Is it really true that some folks internalize YOUR happiness and YOUR successes as negative because they only see that as an example of where they ARE NOT in life? And if that is true and the person is someone you love, admire and respect...what do you do about it? How do you get past just talking about the simple things you're used to being turned into a reflection of the haves vs the have-nots? Is there a viable solution?
Have you ever even just shared a funny story and found that someone focused on the one thing that's not even important in the story just because that one thing is something they don't have or has never experience and therefore think is a big deal and think you said it to make you feel BETTER THAN them?
I say what I mean. It hurts me when you think I mean to hurt you when I love you.
CreoleInDC mood: Shitty
THAT H-TOWN BOOGIE BABY!
Man...I love being around my people!
So, OF COURSE, my flight WAS NOT uneventful. Of COURSE. And of course it wasn't anyone's fault by mine. OF COURSE.
I'm on the plane, comfortable, enjoying watching "Heros" on my MacBook. (I'd downloaded 10 episodes and I figure by the time I get to H-town, I would have been able to watch 3 of them.) I flew out of Baltimore so I'd been able to get a Phillips crab cake and a salad to eat on the plane. It was sooooooooooo good. Monnie loves to eat good food as yall well know.
Well...I'd finished eating and was super comforable when I looked down and my stomach dropped to the floor.
MY RIGHT HAND RING WAS MISSING!
I jump up and check my pockets. You see...I have this thing I do habitually. Every time I wash my hands, I have to put lotion on. So before I put on the lotion, I put my rings in my pocket. Once I'm finished with the lotion, I put my rings back on.
I didn't find the ring.
The passengers on my aisle were like...are you okay?
Me: I lost something.
Should I tell them? Then I'd have to describe it. I don't want them looking extra hard, find it, and decide to put it in THEIR damn pocket with a quick slip of the wrist ya know? So I said..."Oh...it's just a little ring."
And they helped me look for it.
Yall...I was SICK. The whole time I'm thinking...ROBBY IS GONNA KILL ME!
Needless to say, the rest of the flight was terrible. *sigh*
When I got off the plane, I waited until everyone had unboarded and went back on to search myself. I was one of the first ones off so it took a while. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO DAMN SLOW! I enlisted the help of the flight crew to help me look.
I walked away from the plane damn near in tears and called Robby. He looked in my jewelry boxes to make sure I hadn't left it at home and then he checked his truck.
I went to baggage and Cojoe was waiting for me. I was so happy to see my best friend/baby brother and gave him a big hug and filled him in on what was going on. I thought I was calm. He told me later that I wasn't. LOL. He said...don't worry...I'm sure your loving husband will buy you a new one...(with a damn smirk on his face cuz he KNOWWWWWWWS Robby and KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS Robby well).
When we got to his car I decided to dump everything out of my backpack. While I'm doing so, Cojoe is telling me about his work day. In the middle of his story...I started screaming.
BECAUSE THE DAMN RING WAS IN MY BACKPACK WHERE I KEEP THE HAND LOTION.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! I called Robby and told him I'd found it.
Robby: Unh huh. (I took that to mean he was annoyed with me for even misplacing it for a second. LOL!)
I felt like I could FLY! I was so happy.
When we got to Cojoe's house, his mother, ONE OF MY LOUISIANA MOTHERS, was there. She'd been there all day cooking my favorite foods. Lawd geevus. I had on jeans and the first thought on my mind was that I needed to change into some elastic waist pants cuz baaaaaaaaaaaby...Ms. Caroline be trowing down! That's right...not throwing...TROWING! I feel like I've gained two pounds already messing around with her. Humph.
We sat up late looking at pictures and listening to music. I was showing Cojoe some inspirations for decorating his bedroom and we put our plan in place for today. I have a feeling I'm going to be super tired before this weekend is all said and done.
I love being around my people. And I love all my jewelry being where it's sposed to be! Whew!
Have you ever lost something very valuable? Or thought you had? How'd you feel? How did you find it? If you didn't find it...have you gotten over losing it yet?
"I know you are not a church goer per se but I'm just curious what you and some of your readers think about women submitting to their husbands. Does the word submit leave a bad taste in your mouth?"
Hee-hee...this one should be FUN! For the record...nope...don't go to church. Yup...BELIEVE in God. My motto: "Live morally...and you don't have to worry about focusing on living religiously." Why? Everyone's religions are different.
Yall got da flo.
...by NOT playing games.
I get a lot of relationship questions. I don't know why. LOL! My first answer is usually something that will land folks in the hospital and in jail so I always wonder why they come back. LOL!
Yesterday someone I love was VERY frustrated about men and decided to vent with me.
Her: I HATE MEN THEY ARE SO STOOPIT!
Me: I don't agree.
Her: They play games and get inside your head.
Me: How the fug somebody gonna play with YOUR head. It's YOUR HEAD! (Channelling Kat Wiliams...lol!)
And we went on and on.
I thought I was being hard on her cuz I was in the middle of a tense conversation with another friend so I asked her later if I was too rough and she said no...I wasn't rough enough.
Usually when folks are asking me these questions...I sense some game playing on somebody's part. Either the man is playing games or the woman is playing games...and that makes me laugh.
Cuz if you don't wanna play games with someone PLAYING games...JUST STOP! Seriously. JUST STOP. They can't play games with you if you refuse to participate. IT'S JUST THAT SIMPLE.
Dude says he's gonna call you and doesn't. So. He ain't wanna talk to your azz apparently. Now me...I can't stand when someone doesn't do what they say they are gonna do...so I'd be done unless they had a VERY good excuse which includes blood, parametics, and/or death. Why would I be done? Cuz when someone starts off doing stuff like that...they gonna keep on. Why? Cuz they know they can. They know that they can do ish like that to you and there will be NO accountability WHATSOEVER!
I KNOW you done heard them old folks say don't start nuttin you ain't willing to keep up. That ish is soooooooooooo true.
Back to my original point cuz I feel my girlfriend needs to hear it again. DO NOT ALLOW SOMEONE TO PLAY GAMES WITH YOU. JUST SAY NO.
If someone calls you that you know you shouldn't talk to...it's simple. Don't answer the phone. I don't care if they call twenty times. Don't answer. They'll figure out that you're on to them and move on to the next potential victim. AND...if ALL women did this...game playing would HAVE TO BE SHUT THE HELL DOWN cuz wouldn't nobody be falling for the okey doke no mo.
Thank on it some'mo. Thank on it.
Whatchall thank? Anything you wanna add? Does this pertain to you too? Know anyone dealing with such?