I love this song! I love the way that it makes me feel when I listen to it....I love the fact that it puts a smile on my face!
Well I hope you enjoy...
Lorenzo Owens
Wanna See You Smile
So did you enjoy that?
Well here is another one...an oldie though...
Tyrese (man that boi can sang)
Lately
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Its whatever
Man I got to go to Vegas for Five days...
I just got back last night from Atlanta...and now I have to leave and go to Vegas on Tuesday. I guess I should be excited, but the thought of being away for Five days working doesn't really excite me. Initially, I was supposed to leave Tuesday and come back Friday, but then someone left our job so now I have to stay until Sunday.
I am glad that I am going to Vegas though, I have never been before, so that's what's up!!!
I am so tired, but I am supposed to go to Adams Morgan Day Today...am I really going? I don't know. I haven't heard from my partner in crime on that trip so who knows. I am good just laying on my couch all day watching TV.
Why did I just have soup for breakfast? I don't know it was in the Fridge and why not...
That hotel we stayed in, in Atlanta was the WORSE! Tara's Inn & Suites...yeah right...that place looked like bugs was about to get us! Literally...we slept in our clothes....got up showered and hit it to the meeting...it was terrible, in fact when we checked in, which was late Friday night, the man behind the front desk had a gun, yes a GUN! I assumed that he was a police officer doing a part time job, but man....
I never had breakfast at the Golden Corral until yesterday...that was cool...it was the first someone from Atlanta was nice, so much for southen hospitality....
Anyways...this is the song that is in my head right now...
I love this man, and his use of the guitar...wonderful artist!
I just got back last night from Atlanta...and now I have to leave and go to Vegas on Tuesday. I guess I should be excited, but the thought of being away for Five days working doesn't really excite me. Initially, I was supposed to leave Tuesday and come back Friday, but then someone left our job so now I have to stay until Sunday.
I am glad that I am going to Vegas though, I have never been before, so that's what's up!!!
I am so tired, but I am supposed to go to Adams Morgan Day Today...am I really going? I don't know. I haven't heard from my partner in crime on that trip so who knows. I am good just laying on my couch all day watching TV.
Why did I just have soup for breakfast? I don't know it was in the Fridge and why not...
That hotel we stayed in, in Atlanta was the WORSE! Tara's Inn & Suites...yeah right...that place looked like bugs was about to get us! Literally...we slept in our clothes....got up showered and hit it to the meeting...it was terrible, in fact when we checked in, which was late Friday night, the man behind the front desk had a gun, yes a GUN! I assumed that he was a police officer doing a part time job, but man....
I never had breakfast at the Golden Corral until yesterday...that was cool...it was the first someone from Atlanta was nice, so much for southen hospitality....
Anyways...this is the song that is in my head right now...
I love this man, and his use of the guitar...wonderful artist!
You can find me in the A? Stop playin...Fo Real Though
So I just got back from a quick business trip down in the good ole Atlanta GA...it was quite interesting because the cost of living down there is pretty decent and I could easily get me a teaching gig (something I have been thinking about my purpose in life, and if I am meant to teach, you know be with the kids, make a difference...) and get me a condo downtown for under $200K or buy an older house for like $115K...you know...the market is pretty much like the Baltimore market right now.
But man that's a HUGE step, to just jump out there and just go dolo...well I really wouldn't be dolo I have two line sisters down there, I just met another soror this weekend, and I have a homeboy down there too...JAC is talking about moving there and so is Jessi, so I mean I would have folks down there.
I would only be 4 hours from my grandmother, and eventually my parents when they move back to Alabama. But man, I have lived in DC all of my life, ALL of my life! I am really ready for such a move? Yeah its hella high here, but I mean this is all I know, this is what I know, all day long...there are still some things that I haven't done yet, like Adams Morgan Day (which is today), the Black Family Reunion, you know just stuff that is strictly DC and I haven't even gotten around to doing it. I know I could always come back to visit, but dag on...
Then there is Kiamsha, what's going to happen to Kiamsha? I don't see anyone who is going to step up and take my roll, not now, not any time soon...Kiamsha is a wonderful organization, and I know something would work out, but man I love them kids, what will I do with out them?
Its a lot to think about...a lot to ponder over...what ya'll think?
But man that's a HUGE step, to just jump out there and just go dolo...well I really wouldn't be dolo I have two line sisters down there, I just met another soror this weekend, and I have a homeboy down there too...JAC is talking about moving there and so is Jessi, so I mean I would have folks down there.
I would only be 4 hours from my grandmother, and eventually my parents when they move back to Alabama. But man, I have lived in DC all of my life, ALL of my life! I am really ready for such a move? Yeah its hella high here, but I mean this is all I know, this is what I know, all day long...there are still some things that I haven't done yet, like Adams Morgan Day (which is today), the Black Family Reunion, you know just stuff that is strictly DC and I haven't even gotten around to doing it. I know I could always come back to visit, but dag on...
Then there is Kiamsha, what's going to happen to Kiamsha? I don't see anyone who is going to step up and take my roll, not now, not any time soon...Kiamsha is a wonderful organization, and I know something would work out, but man I love them kids, what will I do with out them?
Its a lot to think about...a lot to ponder over...what ya'll think?
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Gurl...oh no he didn't...
When I was in high school my older brother brought home a white girl and said that he was going to marry her...Now mind you he is 15 years my senior so it wasn't like he didn't know what he was doing, he was a full fledged grown 30 year old man. I wouldn't say that it was the easiest thing for him to do because my father can be a tough man to please (now mind you this is ALL the way around, but he is hard on those we chose to date, he is extremely protective) but he did it anyway...what did I care if she is white, black, yellow or purple, as long as he is happy...
(furthermore, we ain't but a shade or two removed from white folks, a fact that many people tend to want to remind me of constantly by you know commenting on how light I am or how dark I need to be or can be via a tan...anyways)
Back to the post.....
But the issue that I DID and DO have with my brother is the fact that he stopped dating black women specifically because of various stereotypes that HE placed on us, you know we got to much attitude, we aren't as nice as white women, we play to many games, we are too materialistic...the list can go on and on...
To this day he will not date a black woman...how do I know because I asked him, and we got into this heated debate about it...I didn't care that she was white I just wanted to know what happened to the sistah...and boy oh boy why did I ask...she did this and she did that...and he would NEVER go back...now, mind you he was head over heals in love with this woman, whom which my father told him she was up to no good but he choose not to listen, but anyways...he was going to marry her...then about 6 months later, she is gone and the new woman is in..it wouldn't have matter black or white, I still would have asked what happened to the other chick just because I am noisy...but that man went OFF you hear me...and told me straight up, I love you and my mother but you are the only black women I will ever love again, I will NEVER date another black woman I am DONE!
Now, I am sure that he loved his wife, their marriage lasted a few years, but it wasn't that he loved her because she was his soul mate, but rather because she was the opposite of what he had dated and experienced...she wasn't a Black Woman and that's all that mattered...that was the FIRST requirement...NO BLACK WOMEN ALLOWED!
MAN now that's deep...
I guess what sparked this debate was because Kepa decided to write a post about this very topic...it was an interesting read and I suggest that you take a moment to read it before you finish THIS so that you can understand my point of view...
To me, true love has no size, shape or color, it is what it is...me, For example, I am a thick light skinned African American young woman...who may just happen to fall in love with a Blue Black (that means black as night) African American young man that is as skinny as Tommy Davidson...and by the way he will probably end up being only about a 1/4 an inch taller than me!
Now picture that...but who cares as long as it unconditional love...
With that said, it doesn't matter if a black man dates a white woman, to me anyways, if that's whom he truly wants to be with...BUT if the brother is making a conscious effort to ONLY date white women because he thinks ALL sistahs are the devil on earth...NOW THAT I have a problem with...
Don't put me in a box and say we are more materialistic, don't make me out to be the woman that ONLY wants to have the well-dressed thug...don't make me out to be the enemy because I have to protect my heart...
I think my gurl Jessi put it best when she said this:
This is so late...but:
First things first...I feel where you're coming from. Its a genuine
concern.
But for the record, statistics show that African Americans & Africans,
when compared to all other Ethnic Groups, are more likely to NOT date
out side of their race. So interracial dating is a small fraction of
our population - it seems huge because of the drama surrounding it.
Now to address the "White Women are welcoming" - you might have a
valid argument there. You have to look at the two species (white women &
black women) and compare the two.
There are so many differences between the two women. When comparing
them, you have to look at them socially, spiritually, sexually, physically,
emotionally and economically. All of those facets pay an intricate part
in the development, attitude and overall life of the black woman. (we
do not have time today to break that sh*t down, my brother - we need a
conference at the DC Convention center with a panel of speakers, etc. to
that.) LOL
But hopefully you get my point.
However, I will address the concern you have about Not to mention "so
many black sistahs are caught up in thug images or clothes. Look at what
white people wear. They ain't concerned about fashion! At
least not to the extent that uppity negros are."
Mr. Man - this statement has everything to do with CULTURE than ones
race or ethnic group.
White people are jiggery than us brother! Please - thousands of white
women spend tons of money on bags that cost 4,000 and shoes that cost
1,000...they are more concerned with labels than us.
They just don't broadcast it....Step outside of your circle and go to a
modern mall and or urban nightclub or nightclub that's frequented by
whites (girls & guys) you are guaranteed to see the following:
Coach , Fendi, Dooney & Burke
Stella M, Abercrombie and Fitch (a place where a raggedy tank top
starts at the price of $45.00)
Gucci/Versace Shades, Purple Label Polo
I could go on and on. White girls and guys the like are as obsessed
with fashion and name labels as your average "sistah"...so its about the
culture that we live in. White women stay Jiggy - please trust and
believe. IT may not be as important as it is for SOME black women, but they
are obsessed with labels just as much as we are. But I'll admit , some
white women will holla at brother that doesn't have on the latest roca
wear sweat suit. They will.
I will admit that some "sistahs" have a problem with dating a guy that
doesn't quote on quote keep up with the jones's e.g.(air force ones,
nikes, enyce, rocawear, etc.) but if you're well groomed and confident in
your everyday look. I personally won't mind hollering - especially if
you're nice looking. So some are different.
Our obsession with image is something that is innately human - it
crosses color lines...We like the human body more with adornments, etc. So
its only human.
As far as the black and white thing - I have NO problem with a brother
courting or marrying a white women if that is who he loves. PERIOD.
But his premise for being with her should not be because "I (a
"sistah") "played games",and had an "attitude" or wasn't "welcoming to him" it
should be because he loved her and he feels that this is the woman for
his appointed time on this earth.
And I say, more power to him. But don't blame me because you chose to
go to a white woman.
Cause if you wanted me bad enough, you would have taken the time to
work sh*t out with me to help heal the wounds and meet me at a common
ground so that I could learn to treat you how you deserve to be treated and
you could do the same for me. IT's a two way street.
John Henrik Clarke - Master teacher speaks on this subject of the black
woman and black male in one of his lectures about the relationship of
the black male and female. I'll give it to Tiffany so you can hear it.
IT speaks on the Black Man's (hidden) obsession with the white woman
because he (black males) had to stand by and watch his mothers, sisters
and daughters be violated by white people (& men) and the majority of
the time he was not able to defend her.
Thus giving you the break down in the family unit within the black
community - thus you see the demise of the black father, husband and
overall role model within the black family and community. And the period of
the MATRIARCH rises for the remainder of the 20th century.
( I know, that was so extra - but its all connected. EVERY subject is
connect. FULL 360)
Just my take,
Jessi
Back to me:
To me love is love, but if you are putting sistahs in a BOX because of past or because of your own prejudiences...now that I have a problem with...
I don't know ladies and gentlemen what do you think...
(furthermore, we ain't but a shade or two removed from white folks, a fact that many people tend to want to remind me of constantly by you know commenting on how light I am or how dark I need to be or can be via a tan...anyways)
Back to the post.....
But the issue that I DID and DO have with my brother is the fact that he stopped dating black women specifically because of various stereotypes that HE placed on us, you know we got to much attitude, we aren't as nice as white women, we play to many games, we are too materialistic...the list can go on and on...
To this day he will not date a black woman...how do I know because I asked him, and we got into this heated debate about it...I didn't care that she was white I just wanted to know what happened to the sistah...and boy oh boy why did I ask...she did this and she did that...and he would NEVER go back...now, mind you he was head over heals in love with this woman, whom which my father told him she was up to no good but he choose not to listen, but anyways...he was going to marry her...then about 6 months later, she is gone and the new woman is in..it wouldn't have matter black or white, I still would have asked what happened to the other chick just because I am noisy...but that man went OFF you hear me...and told me straight up, I love you and my mother but you are the only black women I will ever love again, I will NEVER date another black woman I am DONE!
Now, I am sure that he loved his wife, their marriage lasted a few years, but it wasn't that he loved her because she was his soul mate, but rather because she was the opposite of what he had dated and experienced...she wasn't a Black Woman and that's all that mattered...that was the FIRST requirement...NO BLACK WOMEN ALLOWED!
MAN now that's deep...
I guess what sparked this debate was because Kepa decided to write a post about this very topic...it was an interesting read and I suggest that you take a moment to read it before you finish THIS so that you can understand my point of view...
To me, true love has no size, shape or color, it is what it is...me, For example, I am a thick light skinned African American young woman...who may just happen to fall in love with a Blue Black (that means black as night) African American young man that is as skinny as Tommy Davidson...and by the way he will probably end up being only about a 1/4 an inch taller than me!
Now picture that...but who cares as long as it unconditional love...
With that said, it doesn't matter if a black man dates a white woman, to me anyways, if that's whom he truly wants to be with...BUT if the brother is making a conscious effort to ONLY date white women because he thinks ALL sistahs are the devil on earth...NOW THAT I have a problem with...
Don't put me in a box and say we are more materialistic, don't make me out to be the woman that ONLY wants to have the well-dressed thug...don't make me out to be the enemy because I have to protect my heart...
I think my gurl Jessi put it best when she said this:
This is so late...but:
First things first...I feel where you're coming from. Its a genuine
concern.
But for the record, statistics show that African Americans & Africans,
when compared to all other Ethnic Groups, are more likely to NOT date
out side of their race. So interracial dating is a small fraction of
our population - it seems huge because of the drama surrounding it.
Now to address the "White Women are welcoming" - you might have a
valid argument there. You have to look at the two species (white women &
black women) and compare the two.
There are so many differences between the two women. When comparing
them, you have to look at them socially, spiritually, sexually, physically,
emotionally and economically. All of those facets pay an intricate part
in the development, attitude and overall life of the black woman. (we
do not have time today to break that sh*t down, my brother - we need a
conference at the DC Convention center with a panel of speakers, etc. to
that.) LOL
But hopefully you get my point.
However, I will address the concern you have about Not to mention "so
many black sistahs are caught up in thug images or clothes. Look at what
white people wear. They ain't concerned about fashion! At
least not to the extent that uppity negros are."
Mr. Man - this statement has everything to do with CULTURE than ones
race or ethnic group.
White people are jiggery than us brother! Please - thousands of white
women spend tons of money on bags that cost 4,000 and shoes that cost
1,000...they are more concerned with labels than us.
They just don't broadcast it....Step outside of your circle and go to a
modern mall and or urban nightclub or nightclub that's frequented by
whites (girls & guys) you are guaranteed to see the following:
Coach , Fendi, Dooney & Burke
Stella M, Abercrombie and Fitch (a place where a raggedy tank top
starts at the price of $45.00)
Gucci/Versace Shades, Purple Label Polo
I could go on and on. White girls and guys the like are as obsessed
with fashion and name labels as your average "sistah"...so its about the
culture that we live in. White women stay Jiggy - please trust and
believe. IT may not be as important as it is for SOME black women, but they
are obsessed with labels just as much as we are. But I'll admit , some
white women will holla at brother that doesn't have on the latest roca
wear sweat suit. They will.
I will admit that some "sistahs" have a problem with dating a guy that
doesn't quote on quote keep up with the jones's e.g.(air force ones,
nikes, enyce, rocawear, etc.) but if you're well groomed and confident in
your everyday look. I personally won't mind hollering - especially if
you're nice looking. So some are different.
Our obsession with image is something that is innately human - it
crosses color lines...We like the human body more with adornments, etc. So
its only human.
As far as the black and white thing - I have NO problem with a brother
courting or marrying a white women if that is who he loves. PERIOD.
But his premise for being with her should not be because "I (a
"sistah") "played games",and had an "attitude" or wasn't "welcoming to him" it
should be because he loved her and he feels that this is the woman for
his appointed time on this earth.
And I say, more power to him. But don't blame me because you chose to
go to a white woman.
Cause if you wanted me bad enough, you would have taken the time to
work sh*t out with me to help heal the wounds and meet me at a common
ground so that I could learn to treat you how you deserve to be treated and
you could do the same for me. IT's a two way street.
John Henrik Clarke - Master teacher speaks on this subject of the black
woman and black male in one of his lectures about the relationship of
the black male and female. I'll give it to Tiffany so you can hear it.
IT speaks on the Black Man's (hidden) obsession with the white woman
because he (black males) had to stand by and watch his mothers, sisters
and daughters be violated by white people (& men) and the majority of
the time he was not able to defend her.
Thus giving you the break down in the family unit within the black
community - thus you see the demise of the black father, husband and
overall role model within the black family and community. And the period of
the MATRIARCH rises for the remainder of the 20th century.
( I know, that was so extra - but its all connected. EVERY subject is
connect. FULL 360)
Just my take,
Jessi
Back to me:
To me love is love, but if you are putting sistahs in a BOX because of past or because of your own prejudiences...now that I have a problem with...
I don't know ladies and gentlemen what do you think...
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
5:20 AM
What in the hell makes someone send someone else a text message at 5:20 in the freaking morning...
Now its not like this person does NOT know that I don't get up until like 6:45/7, so why would you want to send me a freakin text message that early in the morning...its also not like this person doesn't know that I am light sleeper so if you send me a message or call me or whatever, 9 times out of 10 its going to freaking wake me up, PERIOD!
So when I get this text message from this person, who know that I am really NOT feeling them right now, because they have acted like a complete "woo" (if you don't know what that means, that's my term for being an A$$) and I really just don't have time for the BS/DRAMA/UNHAPPINESS...you name it I don't have time for it...so this person, again, who knows that I am not feeling them sends me a half-hearted I guess supposed to be apology, but without the word...but really, I mean dag on, let's keep it really gully...
WHY the hell did you chose to do it at 5 freakin 20 AM! I mean it could have waited until, ummm like you know like 12 noon...geez...
but maybe that's the time where they finally got the nerve to say something to me...that's really not my concern though...who knows, who cares...
All I know is this person is totally on my UNBELIEVABLE LIST!
So I finally get back to sleep only to have my alarm wake me up an hour and some change later...HEATED...especially since you all know I didn't get any real rest this weekend...Hell I was so tired I was in the bed by 9PM...that's right people 9 PM!!!!
So what is the moral of this post...NOTHING...I was just pissed and wanted to vent...I would have vented earlier but I got work to do...but I needed to get this off my chest....freakin unbelievable people....just unbelievable
Now its not like this person does NOT know that I don't get up until like 6:45/7, so why would you want to send me a freakin text message that early in the morning...its also not like this person doesn't know that I am light sleeper so if you send me a message or call me or whatever, 9 times out of 10 its going to freaking wake me up, PERIOD!
So when I get this text message from this person, who know that I am really NOT feeling them right now, because they have acted like a complete "woo" (if you don't know what that means, that's my term for being an A$$) and I really just don't have time for the BS/DRAMA/UNHAPPINESS...you name it I don't have time for it...so this person, again, who knows that I am not feeling them sends me a half-hearted I guess supposed to be apology, but without the word...but really, I mean dag on, let's keep it really gully...
WHY the hell did you chose to do it at 5 freakin 20 AM! I mean it could have waited until, ummm like you know like 12 noon...geez...
but maybe that's the time where they finally got the nerve to say something to me...that's really not my concern though...who knows, who cares...
All I know is this person is totally on my UNBELIEVABLE LIST!
So I finally get back to sleep only to have my alarm wake me up an hour and some change later...HEATED...especially since you all know I didn't get any real rest this weekend...Hell I was so tired I was in the bed by 9PM...that's right people 9 PM!!!!
So what is the moral of this post...NOTHING...I was just pissed and wanted to vent...I would have vented earlier but I got work to do...but I needed to get this off my chest....freakin unbelievable people....just unbelievable
Monday, September 04, 2006
My Weekend
My three day weekend started off cool...
I went to the "Goodbye Party" for our CEO...that was cool...
I was with them folks from about 2 to like 8:30pm...we partied though...them folks at my job are off the hook
Then KW came through and we chilled out, nothing major, she took my weave out though, aw man aw man was I happy about that!
Saturday I chilled, then my mom and niece came over, we watched a movie and just chilled, I got up and went to my line sisters housewarming. That was cool. I had to get home and get to sleep because I needed to get up at 6am on Sunday to get my hair braided.
Sunday I got up at 6am go and get my hair braided...it only took about 5 hours and it turned out HOT so I was happy about that...I went to Bible study, went over my folks house for a second but I needed to get home to get things straight because I was having my first "Card Party" Spades of course
What made me decide to have a card party, who in the hell knows but I just wanted to play cards with my peoples, laugh, joke and act a fool.
And that is EXACTLY what we did!
MikeSee, B, RM, Jessi, JT Money, Reds, KW...and eventually S Boo and her boo boo...
Up first it was me and KW against MikeSee and B...man we whoopped them boys...I can't remember the score but we got em...they chilled for a little bit, but they only played one set with us...
Then it was US (MD) against North Carolina (JT Money and Reds)...
First round was books made...them jokers, I ain't even gonna front...mopped the floor with us...that first hand lasted about no more than 5 minutes....
KW went OFF! It was too funny...
This would be the pattern for the rest of the night...MD (me or RM and KW) v. NC...get spanked in the cards...
It was cool though because we were talking trash, eating, have a couple of pieces of chicken and a beer....it was real cool just have folks over and just have a nice chill time
Mind you remember that I got up at 6am and I didn't go to bed until about 3am this morning & I got back up at like 7:45am...MAN I need to go to bed...
Today I hung out with Mommy again...we went to Annapolis Mall to do some shopping for my Dad, and I ended up getting a suit and two cocktail dresses (my first actually, so I am pretty excited I am really gettin grown...)
Anyways...I had a decent weekend, it was cool...got my hair done, spent time with my Momma, saw my Dad and hung out with my peoples....
I went to the "Goodbye Party" for our CEO...that was cool...
I was with them folks from about 2 to like 8:30pm...we partied though...them folks at my job are off the hook
Then KW came through and we chilled out, nothing major, she took my weave out though, aw man aw man was I happy about that!
Saturday I chilled, then my mom and niece came over, we watched a movie and just chilled, I got up and went to my line sisters housewarming. That was cool. I had to get home and get to sleep because I needed to get up at 6am on Sunday to get my hair braided.
Sunday I got up at 6am go and get my hair braided...it only took about 5 hours and it turned out HOT so I was happy about that...I went to Bible study, went over my folks house for a second but I needed to get home to get things straight because I was having my first "Card Party" Spades of course
What made me decide to have a card party, who in the hell knows but I just wanted to play cards with my peoples, laugh, joke and act a fool.
And that is EXACTLY what we did!
MikeSee, B, RM, Jessi, JT Money, Reds, KW...and eventually S Boo and her boo boo...
Up first it was me and KW against MikeSee and B...man we whoopped them boys...I can't remember the score but we got em...they chilled for a little bit, but they only played one set with us...
Then it was US (MD) against North Carolina (JT Money and Reds)...
First round was books made...them jokers, I ain't even gonna front...mopped the floor with us...that first hand lasted about no more than 5 minutes....
KW went OFF! It was too funny...
This would be the pattern for the rest of the night...MD (me or RM and KW) v. NC...get spanked in the cards...
It was cool though because we were talking trash, eating, have a couple of pieces of chicken and a beer....it was real cool just have folks over and just have a nice chill time
Mind you remember that I got up at 6am and I didn't go to bed until about 3am this morning & I got back up at like 7:45am...MAN I need to go to bed...
Today I hung out with Mommy again...we went to Annapolis Mall to do some shopping for my Dad, and I ended up getting a suit and two cocktail dresses (my first actually, so I am pretty excited I am really gettin grown...)
Anyways...I had a decent weekend, it was cool...got my hair done, spent time with my Momma, saw my Dad and hung out with my peoples....
Friday, September 01, 2006
Pumpkin
That's the name my mother called me when I was little. I was only called my first name when outside of that house OR when I was in trouble for doing something, which normally was me talking to much.
As a little girl I followed my mother EVERYwhere...I do mean EVERYWHERE...she even talks about how she couldn't go to the bathroom without me, knocking on the door to see what she was doing, or just pushing the door until I could get in. What can I say I loved my Mommy...she was and is the greatest thing since sliced bread to me. She was there everyday after school, I got a home cooked meal, clean clothes, you name it, she did it, the
World's Greatest Mom man she is the Bomb dot Com...
I just remember that there was never a time that she wasn't there for me. I can't remember when she stopped calling me her little pumpkin, it wasn't a bad transformation or anything, I think it was probably me more so than her who wanted to stop being called that. Let me think....naw I can't remember but its probably safe to assume that it was probably middle school when I started not wanting to be called Pumpkin...
What brings me to talk about this today....
Well to this day, I still follow my mother around, not in the bathroom or anything, but I talk to her, all day every day...she is my best friend! We talked like homegurls, fo real...that's my homie...and I am hers!
Its a good relationship, because I know for a fact that she is going to keep it real with me, even when I don't want to here it. But the thing is, that to her I am still her "little girl" so sometimes we really bump heads because as a 26 year old woman, I have to make my own decisions I can't live for her or anyone else...Her and my fathers opinion of me has mattered so much in the past that if affected the decisions or choices that I made...As time goes on I am learning that regardless if they agree or not, they will ALWAYS support me. Especially, my mother, well I can't really say especially my mother, because they are both equally supportive and equally trying on my nerves...but I know its only because they want the best for me..
My parents are truly the funniest people I have ever meet (I will write a blog about this soon...the stuff they say and do, they need their own reality show)...and I see how I am so much like them. The older I get the more that I see that I am like her though...she can be some kind of mean...most people that meet my mother think that she is the sweetest lady on earth. She just has this quite, soft, southern thing about her...just does...BUT she also has let me father rub off on her as well and that sister can be something else honey...This nice Christian lady, if pushed by the wrong person at the wrong time is nothing nice. But even still you can't help but love her and respect her.
Ok back to the point of this. Being her only girl and her baby girl (my youngest brother, the one of her two kids, is eight years older than me) she still calls me every morning to say Good Morning and I call her to say I got to work, I made it home, and Goodnight (yes, we really do talk every day all day) That may seem strange to a lot of folks, but with me living alone for the first time ever, its hard and she worries so its just become a habit so that she doesn't have a fit....plus like I said that's my homie...
So this morning, she called and I was about to walk out the door, and its raining really bad here, so she asks me, like only a mother would, "Do you have on your boots?" and all I could do was laugh and say "yes, ma...I'll talk to you later"
As I walked down the steps to my truck I laughed to myself because I felt like I was 5 again, and it was a rainy school day and she wanted to make sure that I had on my rain boots before I went to the bus...and that right there just goes to show that I will ALWAYS be my mother's Pumpkin in my own little way...
As a little girl I followed my mother EVERYwhere...I do mean EVERYWHERE...she even talks about how she couldn't go to the bathroom without me, knocking on the door to see what she was doing, or just pushing the door until I could get in. What can I say I loved my Mommy...she was and is the greatest thing since sliced bread to me. She was there everyday after school, I got a home cooked meal, clean clothes, you name it, she did it, the
World's Greatest Mom man she is the Bomb dot Com...
I just remember that there was never a time that she wasn't there for me. I can't remember when she stopped calling me her little pumpkin, it wasn't a bad transformation or anything, I think it was probably me more so than her who wanted to stop being called that. Let me think....naw I can't remember but its probably safe to assume that it was probably middle school when I started not wanting to be called Pumpkin...
What brings me to talk about this today....
Well to this day, I still follow my mother around, not in the bathroom or anything, but I talk to her, all day every day...she is my best friend! We talked like homegurls, fo real...that's my homie...and I am hers!
Its a good relationship, because I know for a fact that she is going to keep it real with me, even when I don't want to here it. But the thing is, that to her I am still her "little girl" so sometimes we really bump heads because as a 26 year old woman, I have to make my own decisions I can't live for her or anyone else...Her and my fathers opinion of me has mattered so much in the past that if affected the decisions or choices that I made...As time goes on I am learning that regardless if they agree or not, they will ALWAYS support me. Especially, my mother, well I can't really say especially my mother, because they are both equally supportive and equally trying on my nerves...but I know its only because they want the best for me..
My parents are truly the funniest people I have ever meet (I will write a blog about this soon...the stuff they say and do, they need their own reality show)...and I see how I am so much like them. The older I get the more that I see that I am like her though...she can be some kind of mean...most people that meet my mother think that she is the sweetest lady on earth. She just has this quite, soft, southern thing about her...just does...BUT she also has let me father rub off on her as well and that sister can be something else honey...This nice Christian lady, if pushed by the wrong person at the wrong time is nothing nice. But even still you can't help but love her and respect her.
Ok back to the point of this. Being her only girl and her baby girl (my youngest brother, the one of her two kids, is eight years older than me) she still calls me every morning to say Good Morning and I call her to say I got to work, I made it home, and Goodnight (yes, we really do talk every day all day) That may seem strange to a lot of folks, but with me living alone for the first time ever, its hard and she worries so its just become a habit so that she doesn't have a fit....plus like I said that's my homie...
So this morning, she called and I was about to walk out the door, and its raining really bad here, so she asks me, like only a mother would, "Do you have on your boots?" and all I could do was laugh and say "yes, ma...I'll talk to you later"
As I walked down the steps to my truck I laughed to myself because I felt like I was 5 again, and it was a rainy school day and she wanted to make sure that I had on my rain boots before I went to the bus...and that right there just goes to show that I will ALWAYS be my mother's Pumpkin in my own little way...
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