Saturday, August 30, 2008
I'm going on a Blog trip!
With Maire @ MomSoapBox.com. These are the details written by her:
Here’s the basics …
You are invited to …
WHAT: Mommy Community’s 5th Birthday
WHERE: Online (most details can be found in that link - so click it!)
WHEN: Sept 1-5, 2008
WHY: Too wrap up the Summer and also to get a chance to visit other places without having to leave your own home. Meet other mom bloggers and just have fun!
So … in the next few days, I will start posting stuff about the blog trip here in my personal blog. I am soooo excited and I hope our paths cross during this trip. I hope to stop by your blog so you can give me a tour of your city - I will do the same for you if you stop by my blog during the Blog Trip - I’ll take you around my city and make sure you have a great time!
Friday, August 29, 2008
The other night, I watched the Democratic Convention, the first night where Hillary delivered a breath taking speech about President electee, Barack Obama. I have to say that I was disappointed that he didn't choose Hillary as his running mate because I felt the two would have made a great team. She spoke eloquently and positively about Obama and his ability to run our country and address the changes that are needed to get the US back on track.
On last night, Sen. Barack Obama formally excepted his position as VP electee, a proud moment in history, as this was the first time a black man has been nominated to be the President of the United States. A proud moment as it was also the 30th Anniversay of the "I Have A Dream" speech delivered by none other than the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.. A sign that there has been great growth within our country and we have surely come along way.
On today, McCain announced that his running mate is, get this, A WOMAN! Imagine that.
For me, this is extremely exciting. The possibilities that a Black man could become President or a woman ,a mom like myself, could become VP shows great change in our world. I, for one, am proud of what our country is accomplishing and today I can say that I am proud to be an American.
All comments and opinion are welcome. Let's talk.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
So I simply couldn't resist telling all about Henrietta. We, I had to be in about the 1st grade when Henrietta came to live with us. I remember wanting a Cabbage Patch because they were all over the TV and every little girl had one. I think I must have gotten her for Christmas because, like Kat, I didn't toys outside of special occasions either. When I got her, I remember thinking that she really wasn't the one that I wanted. She really didn't look anything like me, i.e red hair and freckles. EVERYONE had to know she was adopted, but hey, she grew on me. I wanted a little more like me with dark hair, but more than anything, I wanted a Corn-silk Head Cabbage. You know you MEMBER! The ones with the soft hair you could brush? I remember Trying to brush the yarn on Henrietta's head. Nah Uhh. Not the same.
Soon, maybe next Christmas, she was joined my the twins, Lisa and Jimmy. or maybe it was Michael, don't remember. They looked just like the picture. Yellow velvet outfits and all.
Henrietta was still the fave. She was the oldest. I don't really remember what happened to the twins, but Henrietta was ripped to shreds by Cocoa, my first dog, many years later. RIP Henrietta! No Pun intended there.
I wish I could fly from one place to the next, particularly since I'm suffering with these gas prices and I own a ten year old Navigator. The only thing is that they would surely find a way to tax that too. Make me pay for the wind beneath my wings or something.
I wish I could finally get off my butt and get some energy to really work out and that after only a 10 minute workout I would be down to my ideal weight and be able to prance around in an Itty Bitty Teeny Weeny, you know? One workout. Or better yet, I wish I could eat all I want and never change in appearance. How about that?!?!
I wish I could have it all. The ability to be a stay at home mom and a career woman. But it seems that the only way that could happen is if I worked my business at night while ...the kids... are sleeping..... hmmm. Do prostitute moms have it made or what! Highly adored stay at home mom by day, avid dedicated business women making her own money, making many people HAPPY by night....... Hmmm.
Most of all, I wish I could shield my children from all pain and hurt in their future. The thought of anything happening to them, anyone hurting them or any pain coming their way makes me cringe and I certainly wish I could shield them from it all.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Big changes from the dreams of a kid, never experiencing anything. Only thinking of my own happiness. Not knowing about the monkey wrench that would be thrown into my life plans.
Becoming a mom at 20 surely wasn't on that "Things to do before I turn 25" list. But it happened. I was young, married and away from home for the first time. As a matter of fact, I was as far away from home as a young person could get as I follow my new husband off to Germany, still thinking how kids were going to be far off in the future somewhere.
But my little dumpling and other plans, and when he made his debut to the world a few months after our first annerversary and a few days before the turn of the Millenium, he change my whole perception on life. Imagine my surprise when I fell in love with someone other than myself. I wanted to be that perfect mom for him, doing everything right and by the book. Breastfeeding, reading all these "First Year" books, and playing classical music and educational videos to stimulate his little mind. I made it a point to always listen to his doctor on when to do this and how to do that. I took much of mom's advice as well, but thought, she couldn't possibly have more knowledge than an MD. on what was best for my little dumpling, 3 kids or not.
Everything sterilized, no cereal before 6 months, and never ever could he sleep on his stomach.
Funny how things change. When babies number two and three came along, the love was no different. But mommy was. Some things just didn't seem that pressing. Bottles didn't have to be sterilized for 5.5 minutes, passies did sometimes return back into baby's mouth after falling on the floor without being washed, the expensive diapers somehow didn't seem to hold leaks better, the baby did sometimes sleep on his or her stomach because the baby slept better (and, in turn, so did mommy), and no the baby was not required to have a t-shirt under his or her clothes and a pair of socks on at all times.
I realized that no matter how perfect of a mother I wanted to be, there just wasn't any one out there who is can be absolutely perfect. Though I still strive to be a fabulous mom to my kids, I do fabulous in my own way. I don't spoil them with toys, I don't let them go to every event they want to go to, I don't let them say what ever they please as a way to give them freedom of expression.
Eight years into this motherhood thing, I still stive to be a great mom, doing PTO, chaperoning field trips, running children around from one after-school activity to another, yes, but most importantly, I strive to keep my kids well round and respectful, I teach them responsibilty and values. Being a perfect mom doesn't mean you have to be a June Cleaver, it simply means that you be the best mom you can be for the ones you love the most.
Monday, August 25, 2008
So for my laziness, here is my online birthday wish to my beloved Hubs:
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birhtday to you!
And a Birthday Video:
Okay, I'mma cut it short because he doesn't read this yet anyway.
But it was also my moms birthday. She turned 35..... again. Funny how she and Hubs are now the same age. But yes, she's a bit delusional. I remember her being 29 for about 10 years and then right before she remarried she decided to take it up to 35. So Happy 35th, MOM! You've only got me by 5 years now. Seems I'm catching up!
Wow, Saturday seemed to be another one of those lazy days. It had to be the rain, which came from Faye, that tropical storm, which was thought to come our way but never made it. The chick decided to make some turns and twists and, anyway, we got a little rain, but not half as much as those weather people said.
Man, if I had their job! They never have to be right. What other job can you have where you can tell thousands of people wrong information and still keep your job??
So the day was gloomy. Well, Runnin' Man got up from eating breakfast and before he made it down the hall, prodeeded to puke in his hands and on the floor. The majority of it did get in the toilet, though, thank goodness. But after a few more trips to the tiolet to RALPH, he was fine. Funny how that works.
But then here's the funny part. After sitting the kids down for a snack of some freshly baked
Neither child was sick there after. Hmmm, think it was my cookin'?
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I searched my cabinets and found some brownie mix, but DAMMIT! No friggin' eggs. Don't wanna bother the neighbors for some eggs. They might ask for some and from the way I feel, once brownies are done, I ain't gonna wanna share! No hubby here and the kids are in bed. Can't run to the store and leave them here....... or can I????
No No NO!!! I can get through this. I mean, guys, I am on a path to lose my jiggly belly (as Sir-Talks-A-Lot calls it.... Brutally honest my gluteus Maximus!), right. Two of the worse things to counteract that are two of the best things in the world to me. I think that if I just stop surfing the blogosphere and get my but in the bed the craving should go away. Or should I call hubs and ask him to stop at a store when he comes home IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to help me satisfy my craving. No I'm not pregnant!! Just greedy!
Monday, August 18, 2008
That use to be my excuse. When the kids are gone, it's me time, right?
Becoming a PTO officer was ideal for me. I was spending a lot of my time volunteering in my boys' classes anyway, right? Well the only thing that made me nervous about becoming an officer was the rule that says you'll be volunteering about 30 hours a week. Now, I'm all for helping out, but the idea of 30 hours out of my day... and FREE? Want want me to VOLUNTEER my time, then give me a set amount of hours that I need to do it? Okay where is that darn hill?
Lucky for me, I love the idea of passing the buck, uuhh I mean delegating out duties to others.
Everyone is always saying that I don't know what I'm getting yourself into. I must be crazy for becoming a PTO VP. They're going to work me to death. The simple fact is, I don't do it because I have to, guys. Hence VOLUNTEER. The simple fact is, I'm a stay at home mom. Why shouldn't I take time out of my precious schedule to do all I can to help make the school better? Help raise money for the very place that houses my children 8 hours a day and crams their heads with all of the things they need in life? Why shouldn't I do my best to help out the teachers, address their concerns and do everything possible to make things easier for them?
Getting people to follow suit isn't always easy, but I've learned that if you possess a positive attitude others will follow. So my goal is to get as many people involved by making their first volunteering experience with me as great as possible.
Besides, before PTO, I was seriously considering going back to work. Taking on ANY job I could get, just to get some adult conversation during the day. Would haven't been beneficial to the family, though with the price of gas and childcare. So for me, I get a since if pride and importance. I feel like I get to do something other than sit home with Miss Missy and watch Dora all day. It's fulfilling, so I plan to stick with it for a while.
WELL.......... Here is the straw. The perfect ending to a perfectly nerve wrecking weekend. Runnin' Man almost drowned! Okay, well maybe I'm over reacting. But I wasn't there and I say he almost drowned! My child fell in a pond. One that I knew nothing about. One in our neighborhood, right behind one of their friend's house. A new kid. Neighbors that just moved in. Yeah, a pond. Yeah, he fell in.
Okay, so the water only came up to his stomach or so, but Runnin' Man can't swim. No matter what he might tell you. He just started being brave enough to put his face in the water without having a panic attack. So when I see him, coming home, soak and wet, I'm thinking, okay these boys have gotten into some body's sprinklers. Well, that's what Sir Talks-A-Lot says he did, but for Runnin' Man, that just wasn't enough. Fell. in. a. pond. Said he had to grab on to some rocks on the side. No big deal, Mom! It only came to my stomach.
Initially I wasn't panicked so to say. Don't every do it again. Blah. Blah. Blah Then, all the possibilities and What-If's started going through my head. All of the accidental drownings, even in shallow water. Even when the child's feet could have reach the ground. And the fact that I have been living here for 3 years and had no idea that there was a lake, something of potential danger, so close to where my kids play is a bit nerve wrecking for me, okay. So I encourage you, if your kids play outside with other kids in the neighborhood, know they're surrounding.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
One the way home I passed two of our local businesses that had gone out of business. One had a rented moving truck outside. It's sad to know that so many small businesses are suffering. Our town is so small and there's not much more you can take away.
As I'm writing, I'm also texting a friend of mine who is out looking for book covers for her son. She can't find any large ones, as the teacher requested. You know what my answer is to that? Paper Bags! This is a RECESSION! Isn't that what our parents use to do? I'm serious about that too. I still need a few more book covers to cover all the textbooks Runnin' Man has this year and I think I'm just going to go that route. Hey it was good enough for us! I'll just make a big deal about how he can draw on them and decorate them how ever he wants to. Think that will still go over with a 3rd grader?
I'm saddened by this whole recession thing and the fact that I have to cut back EVERYWHERE POSSIBLE. I guess the only good thing that might come out of it is that we will definitely learn the 3 R's. Recycle, Renew, Reuse! (That is what they are, right?)
Recycling has really been on my mind lately and probably my next big community venture. We'll see.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Okay, yesterday evening Sir Talks-a-Lot comes in from playing outside:
Sir Talks-a-Lot: Mama, I just had a big giant car crash.
He's very graphic in his descriptions.
Me: Really. (I don't think I even looked up from whatever it was that I was doing.)
He goes on the describe how he and Little X (Same kid from the other story, nicer name) were riding and somehow crashed into each other on Little X's bike was on top of him.
But there were no tears, so as usual, I just brushed him off and told him it was time to come inside.
About 15 minutes later he comes back and says that his lip hurt. This time I look at him and wow is his top lip swollen! And the boy already has some serious soup coolers anyway! "Bad Mom!" I think now! The boy could have really been hurt and all I said was "really"?
Okay, so today, my doorbell rings and Hubs is already opening it before the DONG. Runnin' Man is at the door with about 3 of his friends and a dad. I look at him and there's a HUGE KNOT on his head right next to his eye. Hubs had seen them coming through the window. The Neighbor Guy was almost running down the street cradling my boy. Apparently Runnin' Man had tried to ride the neighbor's son's rip stick, I think it's called? One of those darn skateboards with only two wheel that twists and in the middle. Oh yeah, I was wondering what he was thinking too. Well he fell and went head first. And I mean really head first. There's like no other scratched on him. Poor Neighbor Guy must have thought he had a concussion!
Needless to say, he spent the rest of the day in the house. I spent the first hour trying to convince him to no avail to put ice on his "boo boos" and keep him awake. Grandma always said don't let them fall asleep after a head injury.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I haven't even mentioned the whole back to school thing. I was excited about back 2 school. Today is day four and the kids seem to really be excited about it so far. Runnin' Man, my oldest, is more excited than the younger one, who I will now call Sir Talks-A-Lot instead of MCS. Anybody who knows him knows that name just fits him so much better.
I think it's so cute that when he chose his clothes and he wanted to wear a collar shirt rather than the t-shirt and shorts I'd picked for him. He wanted to look, "handsome" on the first day. He's my photogenic one. The one that loves to be in every picture. He's the one that has always come home clean, even back in Pre-K.
Sir Talks-A-Lot on the other hand wanted to wear a wrestling t-shirt on the first day, which I decided against. I put him in a polo shirt as well. He came home unsure of how much he likes school, same as last year. He said they have a lot of work and some of it is hard. Not the same as last year. He's usually saying that he knows everything. He's a lot more difficult that Runnin' Man ever was. If he doesn't understand something, he doesn't want to get it. I'm not looking forward to homeowrk nights with him at all!
I know that school is going to be a bigger challenge this yea for the boys and I love it. They are bothe very smart. And I love it when they are challenged and not just flying through everything. Let's me know they're learning something.
This year is going to be a challenge for me. I'll say it in 3 letters...... P. T. O. ! Yeah I got suckered into this PTO thing and they were true to their word when they said I'd have to do 20-30 hours a week. UNPAID??? Are you kidding me??? LOL. For the looks of it, Miss Missy and I will be spending plenty of time at the school for one reason or another, for one fundraiser or another, then for one fieldtrip or another on top of that. I'm not so bothered by it, but I think Hubs might be a little annoyed by it taking up more of my time. I enjoy having something to do personally, since we've agreed that I'd stay home with the kids, PTO is a great way for me to have some adult interaction.
BUT, Good Lord is it going to be a lot of work. Get ready PTO parents, cause I aint doing all of this alone. I'm soooooo about to start delegating.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
It was great. I got up and get the boys on the bus thins morning and just as I said I would, I got my butt up and went a-walkin' The trail was wonderful and shaded, quiet. I wanted to talk my MP3 player but couldn't find the headphones. No problem. Wasn't gonna let that stop me. Loaded Miss Missy into the car along with my trusty companion, Ginger and off we went. Armed with water bottles and stroller.
And do you want to know the best part? It didn't kill me! I'm still here! I didn't pass out and nobody tried to mug me! LOL! I just got up and did what I had to do. No excuses. Me and Miss Missy. Her in a stroller, giving me more resistance.... GREAT! And me taking one of the best BRISK, power-type walks I've had in years.
And NO EXCUSES!
Okay this has absolutely gotta be an every day possible thing.
Tomorrow, my friend and neighbor (we'll call her Mrs. Confidence, or maybe Mrs. Big Head, don't know yet) has agreed to go with me. Okay, I came back sweating after one trip through the trail. This chick is a marathon runner and a FORMER skinny b*tch. She's still skinny but not like she was! Yeah one of those. Before she had her baby I thought she was sick. Anorexic. No, not really, but the chick was PO! Not poor. PO! LOL. talk about 13 miles of running in the morning and a size 0. Yeah she was a skinny b*itch! So my little walk isn't gonna be nothing to her. She's still like 12 sizes smaller than me. LOL. Bu it'll be great to have someone along for the ride that wants to keep it movin'!
She's gonna motivate me tremendously. " I can hear her now, "Come on, Kay, Stop being a punk! Just 8 more miles!" LOL.
So today is day one to my 30lb weight loss. Let's see if I can stay motivated!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Okay, so I have had the LAST person call me big today.
I know that people like to joke with me a lot about me gaining weight and not being as small as I once was, but it's really getting to me more and more now. Guys, I beleive that I have gained about 25 pounds in the past year, and I can't blame that on no baby, no depression, or no major life changes. All I can blame it on is my weight issue. Can't Weight To Eat! In all seriousness, I don't this it's the amount of food I put into my mouth that is the problem, but the content of the things that go in there. The things that are stuffed with bad stuff that doesn't come out. I guess it's more that I have become so uncomfortable with myself that I am way more sensitive than I should be in this body that has been given to me.
I've decided to do something about it. The excuses are getting crazy. I have an excuse no matter what the situation. Even blogging has become an excuse as to why I can't work out. Sure I have an addiction to the blogosphere, but I can't let it be one more reason that I don't get off my butt!
If Nap Warden over at The Chronicles of a SAHM can run a half marathon while suffering from cold and fever than dag nabbit, why can't I walk around the block a few times or do a 30 minute workout.
Tomorrow is my day. Tomorrow I'm gonna start doing something. Something other than sitting on my butt all day BLOGGING and eating unhealthy foods. Tomorrow, once the boys are on the bus, I WILL take my butt to one a nice walk, hopefully a power walk if I can get someone to keep an eye on Miss Missy. Either that or borrow a stroller. Never thought I'd need it again, but when walking with Kennedy, it's a slow walk. She's 3. She wants to ride her bike or just can't keep up the pace I need to burn calories or fat or what ever I need to burn to get rid of this extra jiggly stuff I've been trying to ignore.
But tomorrow, I'm hoping that my blog readers can go through this with me. Pep me up to get this going. Keep me modivated. Be my personal trainer. All, well most, comments and advice welcome.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Well, that was working out for me just fine until the summer kicked in and Sports Nut, my 8 yr. old, decided that it is obviously okay to say these words, as long as mommy, who he knows is crazy doesn't hear it. He is really into the name calling now and I don't know if it's the age or if he is just losing his mind.
I know these words are minor. Shut up is another that they use to think was a bad word until their friends said otherwise. But to me, these lead to bigger ones, i.e the story I was suppose to tell you about MCS's two new words.
I'm pulling up in my driveway after a PTO meeting. Nice dinner out at a Mexican restaurant to discuss the school calendar of events, open house, stuff like that. Well I see MSC stomping his way to the house. He's mad. I open my window to ask, "Hey, what are you so mad about?"
He keeps walking. No answer. I pretty much forget his issues and go inside to talk to Hubs about the meeting.
About 10 minutes or so pass and I go back to the boys' room to check on MCS.
Me: So what's your problem?
MCS: They were calling me names.
He buries his face in my stomach as he always does when his feelings are hurt.
Me: Who was calling you names?
He gives the name of one of the neighborhood friends.
Me: Well what did he call you?
He looks up at me as if he's scared to talk and then finally answers.
MCS: They called me faggot and gay.
Okay, so you can imagine my horror because these are certainly words my boys don't hear in our home. These are certainly things that I would expect a 6 year old to be called. The other kids are older than MCS, and tend to treat him a little mean sometimes.
Me: Go tell him to come here.
Now by this time Hubs is in the mix and we both walk outside to talk with this kid.
Little Mouth come right over: Ma'am?
Anybody who knows me knows that I'm not one to yell at other people's kids, so I walk up to him like I was gonna jump on him.
Me: What did you call my baby?
Little Mouth: Nothing.
Me: Did you call my baby a faggot and gay?
Little Mouth: No, he called me that.
I immediately knew that wasn't true, but disregarded it. I walk up closer to him, stand almost right on top of him, smiling of course but stern enough to let him know that I meant business, and tell him that I'll go down and have a talk with his mom about him using those words if I ever hear them being said again.
Hubs jumps in and lets both boys know that they had better not be saying such things to each other... ever or there would be consequences.
He said that I shouldn't play with the boys like that, shouldn't be laughing or smiling when they do something wrong or they won't take me seriously. I say that they know I mean business and that I WILL call their mom.
MCS comes in the house with us and says that he never said those words and that Little Mouth wasn't telling me the truth. I know my child and I know that he those are words he hadn't even learned yet, up till now.
By the way, the kids both got the teachers I requested. Whoo Hoo! Think that could be because I'm PTO vice-president?
So I was going though the mounds of papers I had to read and sign. Allergy form, bus forsm, school insurance, lunch PTO info, emargency contact forms, student handbooks, classroom rules, and who know what else, but the chick captured my attention when she started answering questions that the audience had.
One question was, "Does wearing a bra at night really help keep my breast from sagging?"
This was something I was interested in. I've breast-fed 3 babies and now I'm 30. Yes I can admit it. The girls surely don't sit where they use to when we were 20.
Every since I started budding those painfully little knots, and especially once they were so much larger, I remember hearing nothing but, sleep in a BRA.
I was surprised that the answer was NO!
So are you telling me that I have endure the uncomfortableness (yeah it's a word!) night after night when I should have just been letting the girls go free. And I wear an underwire. Sometimes old ones with the wire escaping....... TMI, I know.
She said, and I quote, "Let them breathe."
So the most valuable thing that I've learned yesterday was that sleeping in a bra every night does NOT make your boobies any more fabulous!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Well, my neighbors think it's a spectator sport. They think it's hilarius to see me out there doing manual labor. While I'm out there sweating and getting bit my gnats and mosquitoes and whatever else bites (other than this job), they're sitting outside watching, undoubtfully placing wagers on how long it would take me to quit, pass out, or get a splinter and cry.
But, the process is going pretty quickly. He's working on it everyday after work, and I'm working with him after the sun goes down. That just happens to be my one rule. I don't do sun! I'm all for saving money and the do-it-yourself projects, but don't most guys get friends to help? I'm all for buying a few cases and grilling some hot dogs to keep the guys going. I don't remember signing up for fence building when I said my vows almost 10 years ago. But I must love him because I just couldn't stand back and watch him struggle to do it all on his own. Not when I have two capable hands and a semi-capable body to help out. Besides, it's good quality time for us, right?
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Her: "Mommy, Linda said I can have her baby because she don't want it anymore. "
I say, cautiously because I don't like the idea of the kids coming home with other people's toys: "Oh really?" Looking around the room for the doll. "What baby?"
"The real one. She doesn't want it anymore"
Linda has a 6 month old brother.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Yesterday, a Saturday and a day for birthday parties. Well, we had to to attend. Two at Chuckie Cheese. Basically two at the same time. Yeah the kids enjoyed the four hours they spent eating pizza, cake and playing way too many games. For me it was HAIL. You know. It was hot. According the one of the birthday party coordinators, the AC was broken. Mind you, this place HAD to be filled past capacity because there was barely room to move and I continuously bumped into people or had people continuously bump into me.
I personally don't do Chuckie Cheese parties. In my opinion, in order the have a comfortable party you have to plan one during the week. Weekends are pure dee hell! There are way too many kids too keep an eye on your own. I have three, do you know how hard it is to spot them when there are 400 other children running around? Yeah I know they have people at the door check those numbers they put on you and your kids when you walk in, but still. Some may just one day slip through the cracks and I don't want mine to be the one.
Well by the time I got home last night it was 8:30. And I don't know about the kids, but I was pooped! I sat on the couch and I barely moved until Hubs said that he was going to the back. I got up, followed and I honestly think that I was out before my head hit the pillow.
I spent the most part of today sitting around, besides the hour of yard work I did this morning, finally planting some new flowers in front of the house the Hubs as been bothering about doing. Anybody who knows me knows that I am NOT NOT NOT an outdoors person. I have a BLACK thumb. Chris does the yard work, but in this Georgia heat, you can't drag me to a garden. But I figured since he'd spent the entire day taking car of the yard yesterday, the least I could do was plant a few measly flowers before the sun cam out this morning. So there. I did it and that's the extent of my gardening until next spring.
Not happening today. I just don't feel like cooking. There's plenty in there that they can grab and go. I just went grocery shopping yesterday. Well, maybe I'll make some Hamburger Helper. Miss Missy's still not big enough to make her own food and I won't feel as lazy.
Friday, August 1, 2008
This has embarrassed a time or two when the shirt is white or black.
Living in an extremely diversified community has been a blessing for me and the perfect environment for raising children. I grew up the same way. My dad was a soldier. Yes, I'm an Army Brat turned Army WIfe. HOOAH! Our military communities were giant melting pots. Understanding the difference between one "color" and another meant nothing to me.
It wasn't until I returned to my home town through PSC moves and for visits that I became aware of the differences in the way "we act".
I had to be as young as 5 or 6 when I remember my cousins, aunts and uncles saying, "You talk like a white girl."
At that time, I took it as an insult. "Nuh uhh. No I don't." And for years, the semi-teasing would continue. Someone would always comment on how... "proper" I spoke, and how I MUST hang around too many..... white people.
I've never to this day been able to understand that concept. Why is it that if a black person speaks proper english, as it is taught in every english text book I've ever known, even the ones that are sent to schools with 99% African American students, why is it that speaking the way that english is meant to be spoken, considered "a white thing"?
I teach my children to speak proper english. I correct them whenever I hear broken english or improper uses of verb tense, or whatever. I do this because I know that life is going to be hard enough for them when they get older. There are always going to be road blocks placed before them simply because of who they are. I don't want them to have doors slammed in their faces because they can't speak the english we are intended to speak. It would be extremely hard to get into Harvard, Princeton, Howard or Georgetown if you walk in for an interview talkin' 'bout, "What yo name is?"
I want them to know that there is a right way and a wrong way, not a black way and a white way.
I teach them proper english because I love them and I expect great things from them. I teach them that talking is the way you express your self to the world and is the mirror to your intellegence. And if that means that they will be accused of "acting white" or "talking like white people" the way it did for me, so be it. I'm thankful every day for my voice.