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I thought you may be able to assist in getting him some votes for a special needs bike. Thank you, even if you just vote for him (or share it on your FB wall).
Thanks
Marla It's for Tarrell, the young boy with Cerebral Palsy. Thank you again.
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Please go vote for Weezy's small business, iRent2U.com (Houston, Texas) to give him an opportunity to win $250,000 for his company. He works REALLY hard and everyone knows how hard it is to run a small business.
CLICK HERE: Chase Mission Small Business
COMPANY: iRent2U.com
City / State: Houston, Texas
THANK YOU GUYS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS! IT'S SO HARD FOR A SMALL BUSINESS! Yall know I would do the same for you!
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What did you send to the school?
If you're a teacher...what's the best gift you've ever received?
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I love mother-daughter pictures. Especially when they are color coordinated!
This is my dear, dear, friend. She's been through so much recently and this profile shows her strength. Seriously.
Jaru is surveying the Easter egg decorating center.
The very thought of an Easter BASKET when you're 13 made E shudder so he got an Easter JAR. LOLOLOLOL!
Play clothes! LOL! #OldSkoolMama
Of course he wouldn't let me take a REAL pic of him.
Another of my "Huxtable family" friends. LOL! SO PERFECT!
Don't be fooled. She has no use for flowers. LOL!
Looking like her daddy with hair. LOL!
My Becca brought me a Georgetown Cupcake. Red Velvet! Okay...so she brought enough for all. I just wanted to be special!
A tabletop terrarium! This is lavender!
Sage! I searched high and low for small pots and couldn't find any. These are sugar containers I found for $2.99 at HomeGoods. I removed the lids and VOILA! A small pot!
Speckled eggs!
I only got to take pics of those who arrived super early and I'm soooooooo sorry. Everyone looked stunning in their Easter finery and I really wish you guys could see it. I didn't post mine cuz seriously...I'll be wearing it again soon. ROFL!
The food was delicious and we had a REALLY good time hanging and laughing. Truly hope you guys had the same!
HAPPY EASTER FROM 13700!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well...you know...except for the mansion and the Burberry jacket.
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I've been waiting for Kid Icarus Uprising for Nintendo 3DS FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And finally, finally, finally the lovely people at Nintendo decided I'd been punished enough and sent me a free copy so I may fall into the droopy stupor of addiction which grabs me and holds me hostage FOREVER cuz we all know this is TOTALLY me:
Are any of you fans of this game? Any of your kids? You know you're welcome to come try it out at my house but don't be trying to sneak it out in the waistband of your pants. I shall get my bow and arrow after you. LOL!
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It's my sister's birthday!!!!!!!!!
She's 89 years old today! Doesn't she look good for her age?
I love you baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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During take-off, as these things sometimes go out of Baltimore...it got a bit shaky before we were where the plane needed to be before it leveled off. I saw one of her girlfriends reach for her hand and hold it.
When the first drink cart came by I gave her a coupon for a free drink to calm her nerves and to congratulate her on making her first flight.
Her: I haven't made it yet.
Me: Well I'm on here with you and it's not my time to go yet...so we're good.
We all laughed.
I started talking to them and finally asked my girl why she'd never been on a plane before.
Her: I was always too scared.
Me: Why did you decide to fly now?
Her: I needed to do something for me.
Her Girl: Yeaaaaaaah! And we're going to do just that down at Mardi Gras. The city ain't safe!
And they all laughed and everyone who could hear them laughed and smiled too.
I thought about what she said and I realize I know a lot of people who feel the same way. That they just really need to do something for them but they don't know what exactly. They feel like they want to do something new. Something different. Something that will make them feel...ALIVE.
Someone I love told me they want to do what I do. I was like...you want to make movies? They laughed and told me no...they just want to be able to get up everyday and have the opportunity to do something they love to do.
I want that for them too.
Another person I love is in the middle right now. Like...they are at a point in life where they can do whatever they want to do. They just need to figure out what to do that will make them feel that feeling of completeness so many people crave.
A mission.
For them.
The thing I know for sure is this. Just like that wonderful woman on that plane had dear friends who were willing to take that ride with her...I've had the same by way of unconditional support. I'm sure they hashed it out and played devil's advocate and vice versa and I'm sure that the second she made up her mind for sure...they were on board cheering her on.
I hope, wish and pray I'm that way for those I love. That they know I will play devil's advocate with the best of them until they make their decision and then...I'm going to support and love them through their choices.
When you love people or even have genuine affection for them...you want them to be happy. I hope you're out there helping folks be happy and...I hope you have people to do the same for you. Sure...there will be disappointments but we have to learn how to deal with disappointments as adults and try not to take so much personal. We have to understand that sometimes...some people REALLY want to be there for you...but they simply don't have what it takes to be what you need.
And that's okay.
Stay prayed up and get you some friends who will take you on the first trip of many during the ride of your life.
It's that time of year for me again. Film season. I have some big announcements coming up. :)
Yall keep me prayed up and thank you for coming along for the ride. I hope you know I'd do the same for you.
Love,
Monnie
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I got into a pretty deep conversation with someone recently about something they did to someone they love. I didn't understand why the person would do such a thing and continued to listen hoping I'd eventually understand.
As we talked, I remembered other things I knew about the person and the picture became so clear. So very, very clear and I broke it down for them in a way they'd not pieced it together before because they were so close to the flames.
See...the person had been hurt so badly by someone who was supposed to love them unconditionally and, when that relationship was over...they continued to deal with everyday life while putting on a brave face for the world. Showing up, doing what they were supposed to do and continuing on.
FOR YEARS.
As these things go, life got better. They rebuilt their life, moved, continued on. They got a new job, got promotions, more money, all the things that pointed to their having a really good life.
And then they met someone and fell in love and that band aid on their heart got ripped off from the swelling it did from being in use again in that area.
Underneath the band aid, that old wound had simply festered under the scab and then they started picking at the scab and releasing all those old feelings...magnified...cuz they'd never dealt with the pain before.
The person they started dating probably started labeling them as cute crazy when they asked questions like, where were you? Why didn't you answer my call? Over and over and over again. Seemingly innocent questions but not really cuz remember...they were betrayed and hurt in a way which devastated them before. Before long, however, those cute questions would manifest into pent up anger and they would lash out in ways which confused the hell outta the person they were dating because, unfortunately...they didn't know the whole story because this story was so painful, so debilitating...it was hardly EVER shared.
And that old crap they hadn't dealt with starts fugging ish up. Starts making them behave irrationally out of full on protection mode. Starts canceling possibilities left and right. Starts making people back away cuz a lot of people just don't have what it takes to help work through something they don't even know anythign about. And before long...that person bows out.
Cuz some things you can't put a band aid on. Some things you really need some serious help with or you won't have the life you want and deserve.
Therapy is medicine and there is nothing wrong with taking what you need to get better. Better on the INSIDE. You can't continue allowing things from your past screw with your present and future. You can't keep thinking that putting on a good face is working. You might fool those looking at you but you can't fool yourself EVER. When you look into your mirror before you put on the face and the clothes and do the hair...you're at your raw and you know who you are.
Make you your best you.
If you need therapy...go get you some.
Simple.
Do YOU know anyone like this? Have you ever BEEN this person?
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Yesterday, after school, Cole revealed his plans for Shelly's birthday.
I knew it was going to be delightful by the sound of Shelly's voice as she was telling me.
Cole never, ever, EVER gets to have sugary cereal so in his mind...they are obviously the BEST.THING.EVER!
So he figured he'd make her a breakfast of Apple Jacks this morning to celebrate her birthday. (Yes...he got to have some too, of course.)
For dinner tonight she'll get anything she wants that comes out of a can. He was VERY 'pacific. I love how he keeps expectations where they should be you know? Like...that kid was thinking. He was like...I don't want her to get it too twisted...I am only 7.
Oh...and she can have corn.
LOL!
When I called this morning to sing to her she told me the other part of her FABULOUS breakfast! She got to eat it with the Buzz Lightyear spoon. I mean sure...it took her much longer because it's a really small spoon which only fits one circle of sugary goodness per scoop...but it made the special mommy breakfast that much more memorable.
And long.
COLE BRINGS ME LEVELS OF JOY WHICH ARE LIFE SOARING! ROFL!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHELLY BEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SISTER I FIGHT WITH CONSTANTLY! LOL!
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Seriously...if you're not a fan of this page...you're missing out BIG.TIME! Black Vintage Glamour
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I only subscribe to 1 magazine. I used to subscribe to like 4...but I found I had unreasonable expectations of when I'd get to read them. The magazine I subscribe to?
Whole Living (1-year auto-renewal)
Seriously...this magazine is the business. LURVE IT!
What magazines to you subscribe to? Do you have any digital subscriptions? Am I the only one who let mine run out and didn't renew? When do YOU have time to read magazines?
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This has been around for quite a while, but the message is just so wonderful...
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a
fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall..
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present. '
Wishing you ~
Heaven in your Heart,
Starlight in your Soul and
Miracles in your Life.
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I totally got sick. Well...I was already sick...but I got really sick. I'm talking fever-y tired-y sick. I'm sure you can tell from this picture. LOL!
Continue reading "Randoms from the Sundance Film Festival!" »
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Good morning Monica,
Can you ask the tribe to send good vibes & prayers up for T today? She has her college audition at VCU today. WHEN she gets in she will also have the opportunity to study as a member of the Richmond Ballet company.
She is following her dream. Thanks so much!!
BK
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A friend got some bad news yesterday and shared it with me.
I was PISSED!
I listened but seriously...I was mad.
Then I told the friend, "I'm not going to tell you any old sappy, cliche' crap. Hell...sometimes ish ain't fair and it should piss you off."
The friend was like..."I appreciate that."
What say you? Do you like to hear the sappy cliche' crap or sometimes...do you just want to keep it extraordinarily real?
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One of the most important things I can honestly say which has helped me the most in my desire to do better and be better is sitting quiet with my own thoughts regarding situations that arise. I find that I Iearn the most from myself because only I know why my initial reaction to something was why it was.
See...most folks have demons they battle from childhood to adulthood that only they know the full story behind. It's like...something so simple to someone else could have triggered a memory I hadn't shared with them by using all the senses. So yeah..my reaction might seem, to someone else, irrational but to me...I'm stunned that I was able to ONLY snap right quick and leave whereas in the past my reaction would have been to show my en-tire azz based on deep seeded feelings I had yet to deal with.
Most of the people who are close to me know when something is weighing heavy on me but they also know that, for the most part, I hold my own counsel and will talk about it when I'm ready to. See...I gotta weigh it all out myself first and consider all options as it relates to my involvement. I don't have to pick up the phone and call X and then Y and then Z to get their individual opinions on things that are major decisions for me. Sure...I might ask folks for their opinions on not so major things but the real deal stuff? I trust myself and The Robinator enough to know how to weigh the pros and cons and don't usually share with anyone, other than him, until I've made a decision considering all factors in my life I SHOULD consider.
I know me. I know why I am the way I am. Other people won't have all the information needed so...why even go there if I'm not willing to get into everything with them?
Why do I need all of those different voices in my head anyway if I trust myself and my memories and...I've made a commmitment to myself to do and be better?
That was a free flow of rambling between takes.
Did it make sense?
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I don't like it when people neglect themselves. I always wonder why? I asked someone recently why were they neglecting themselves and she told me time and money were the reasons.
Okay...I get that...kinda.
HOWEVER...one of the things I know to be true is that people make time for what they want to make time for. I asked the person what would they do if a family member called and said they needed them to do X, Y or Z. The person said..."I'd do it."
See how that works? They would make time in their overly hectic day to accommodate the family member.
And nothing would probably suffer.
Now let's take money. That's a difficult one but what's even more difficult is equating needing money to do something for yourself.
I have a friend who comes home from work and goes straight upstairs after greeting everyone with a hug and a kiss to change out of her work clothes. Then...she sits in her room for twenty minutes and her children and husband know to leave her alone for twenty minutes. I asked her what does she do for the twenty minutes and she told me, "Not much. Most times I just lay on the bed and breathe." When she finally opens the door after twenty minutes her family darn near tackles her because they missed her so.
Cute.
I have another friend who sits in her car at the Metro station for 15 minutes or so listening to music. She says it's the only time of the day she can hear herself think.
I get that.
The thing I took from both of them is that they've figured out how to carve some time into their day to think about THEM and it doesn't take a thing away from their family. When the kids are up...it's all about them and...once the kids are in bed (that's another reason kids need a SET bedtime) they have a bit more time and get to spend that with their husbands ONLY.
If you are one of those people who think they don't have time to do something for you...I'm sure you are feeling it. I'm sure you're tired, stressed and generally worn out. Only you can fix that.
What do YOU do to carve out time for yourself? Do you schedule time for doing something YOU want to do regularly?
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I LURVE wearing bracelets and will rock a sparkly one with some plain cotton in a heartbeat! What about you? Do you rock fun bracelets?
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Cuz me and 999,999 other people are SUPER SPECIAL! GO US! LOL!
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I bought myself something FABULOUS today! GO ME!
I went to Marbles, the brain store and started playing with all the games. Then...I played this one and got HOOKED! Mindware Square Up
It is soooooooooooo AWESOME and I'm up in here HOOKED! Robby thinks he's gonna win this next one. NOT! LOL!
Robby: Um...it says ages 6 and up.
Me: Then that means we're old enough.
SIP: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It's an awesome game the entire family can play!!!!!!
Does this game look like something that would make you stop and go hmmmmmmmmm???
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Remember this? Wool Socks
So...I was in TJ Maxx (or was it Marshalls?) last week looking for new wool boot socks. I was mad because all of the Cabot socks I saw were made of acrylic. *sigh*
I figured they were making cheaper changes and I was SO.WAY.BUMMED!
But it wasn't a deal breaker because my Cabot & Sons socks from last year are still holding up AWESOMELY!
Yesterday I got a gift in the mail!
AND THEY ARE THE MERINO WOOL ONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TALL ENOUGH TO WEAR WITH MY TALL BOOTS AND WARM ENOUGH TO WEAR WITH MY RAIN BOOTS!
GO ME!
Turns out that Bill over at www.RunAwaysStore.org has a whole kit and kaboodle of them! AND HE HAS PINK! (Gonna get me some of those pink ones STAT!)
The only thing about this gift is that even though there are 4 pair...only 2 are for me. The other 2 are for The Robinator. WHO SAYS HE SHOULD GET TO GET NEW CABOT & SONS MERINO WOOL SOCKS? Humph. Nobody cares if his feet are toasty good too.
LOL!
Special shout out to Bill for being so lovely and sending these to us cuz I was seriously bummed that the ones I saw last week were were acrylic and not wool. Whose feet are going to be all toasty in acrylic???? THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
Nobodys.
SIP: Did you see they have Extreme Hats too?
Me: YEAH BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A dude rolled up on me last night.
He was dressed really nice and was very well groomed.
Looked like someone took GOOD care of his azz.
I was hanging out laughing and he joined in on the conversation because we knew several people in common.
Dude ended up standing next to me for the rest of the time as people moved around and we were talking.
He saw my wedding jewelry and was like..."How long have you been married?"
And I groaned inwardly thinking this was going to be one of those ridiculous situations where dude was about to try and holla and I was going to have to tag his azz and keep it moving even though I had a REALLY great spot and was comfortable.
Me: Going on 7 years.
Him: We've been married for 5 years! Don't you love being married?
And he was all grin-T up!
Me: Yes! I truly do. My husband is all kinds of awesome.
Him: My wife too. She couldn't come because the babysitter got sick so I'm sending her lots of pictures.
Me: And I'm sitting here texting my husband with a play-by-play too. LOL!
And then...we just had a straight up cool conversation about being married and our spouses and just...being happy.
I was so pleasantly surprised.
That's hot and totally the way it's SUPPOSED to be!
I LOVE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO, SO HAPPY! AND YES! I'M CLAIMING THE WEDDING PLANNER POSITION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Unless I'm shooting...cuz seriously...that comes first. LOL!)
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This is the BEST.THING.EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NERDS UNITE!
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Thanks to all of you who helped make the Nintendo Wii Play initiative a success! Did yall have fun?
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Today is my love, my life, my Robinator's birthday.
He got up this morning, walked and fed the dogs, got in some exercise, made coffee, put together the recycling, emptied the dishwasher, watched the news, read the newspaper, did some work and found my hiding place where I put some of the GOOD candy before I gave it out last night.
He left our home this morning dressed in an impeccable suit looking sharp and went to the office to do what he does.
When he returns later, he's going to get dressed in some jeans and probably a nice sweater and we're going to the Kanye West, Jay Z concert.
We love Yeezy.
My husband is truly the most well-rounded man in the world. He can switch from jamming MC Hammer, EPMD to Journey and Duran Duran seamlessly.
He can leave his executive position at the office and throw his hands in the air at a concert.
He has never allowed anything to make him feel it wasn't for him based on appearances and or stereotypes. He's always been his own person and he's always done whatever he wanted to do.
He is TRULY true to himself.
In that instance he is a man to be envious of because really...how many people do YOU know who have never, ever, ever cared what anyone thought of them?
That's truly a trait to be envious of.
Last night he told me some things he wants to do and I listened and we discussed. Flushed out some of the details. He spoke authoritatively and dreamy. As a man who believes in his plan would.
Robby: I want to BUILD something.
Me: Go for it baby. I got you.
I'm usually pretty darn good with using my words but when it comes to expressing how I feel about my husband...sometimes words escape me because he's so vast in all he does that words seem paltry strung together to try.
That said...I'll just say this...
Every morning, when I get my first kiss of the day from him...I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Because I am.
Happy birthday my love. Here's to many, many more milestones, laughter, crazy dances, and pulling your underwear up past your naval and doing your old man impersonation with your socks on.
You are the best of my world.
Thank you.
Your wife,
Monnie
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I stopped watching the local news on Thursday last week because there was a non-verbal autistic baby missing and I just couldn't hear the news of him being "gone."
He was hiking in the woods with his father and brother last Sunday and wandered off on his own.
That baby had been missing in those woods since Sunday.
It didn't look good.
The weather changed and got cold.
That baby was in those woods without food, shelter or warm clothes.
It didn't look good.
I told Robby that I wish I had what it took to go help the volunteers search for him but I don't.
I would never get over it had I been among those who found that baby..."gone."
So I prayed that he was okay.
And I prayed for a miracle.
And...even though I'm a believer...I didn't believe enough because there is so very much in the news about dead and missing babies that I just knew they'd find that baby and he wouldn't be alive.
So I stopped watching the news hiding from what I thought was inevitable.
Yesterday I said out loud to Robby, "I wonder if they found that baby yet? I wonder how his parents are doing?"
Robby: What? They found him Friday! I thought you knew!
Me: THEY DID? HOW IS HE?
Robby: He was alive and in good condition. Just a bit scratched up.
And I teared up.
Because I didn't believe.
But that baby survived.
That was a miracle huh?
Didn't that make YOU feel good to hear too? Missing Va. autistic boy found alive after 6-day search
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This article totally rocks: How to be THE LUCKIEST GUY ON THE PLANET in 4 Easy Steps
Like...I LURVED IT!
Probably because I feel it validates a lot of what I think as it relates to how I choose to live my life and the things I need to focus on in order to continue to get better.
Continue reading ""For me...and how I like it...you know...for me!"" »
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Have you visited yet? Do you have plans to? It's stunning! I want to go back on a Tuesday morning when no one else is there and sit quiet with my thoughts.
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