Nineteen Sixty Nine

Although we've come to the end of the road

2007-09-14T07:00:00.000-07:00

Still I can't let go.......

It's official. My blog is moving to

http://nineteen69.wordpress.com/

Please update your links and then stop by and visit.

Peace!

Blogger Issues

2007-09-14T05:44:00.000-07:00

Bear with me. My whole template is out of whack and I may be changing the scenery.
I have to go find a background I can live with.

The Week in Review

2007-09-14T04:55:00.001-07:00

This has been an interesting week.

*I have had to deal with a Shawty at my job.

*I have been chosen to plan and execute a Regional Meeting in three weeks.

*My son started Kindergarten and his soccer schedule starts tonight.

*Two rappers with huge egos faked a rivalry to sell lots of records.

*We learned that Ms. Porter was not the only chick in D.iddy's arsenal that was sitting around for over ten years making babies. (go.ogle Sar.ah Cha.pman) They both fell for the okey doke. That man is a P.I.M.P

*A former pop star watched her star fade.

*I decided to not wear anymore babydoll shirts after the coffee lady asked me if I was pregnant.

Yup, it's a wrap. Have a nice weekend.

When I grow up...

2007-09-12T18:55:00.000-07:00

I want to have the class of Michelle

The Clout of Opra.h

The Classic Beauty of Iman

The Intelligence of Lani

The Will of Assata

The voice of Heather

The Iconic Style of Naomi

Go Shawty, It's ya Birthday.

2007-09-11T13:30:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: This post may offend the vertically challenged. Any thoughts or observations are strictly the tainted views of Ms. 1969 based on her personal experiences. Any resemblence to you or your life are purely coincidental.

I work with a lot of men. In my past 8 years with this company...I have come to make certain observations regarding men of a "shorter" stature. I would now like to share these with you.

1. Short men in the business world tend to overestimate their importance.
It's almost like they need to let you know their existence is vital to make themselves feel taller. **reference: Napoleon**

2. Short men in the business world tend to speak down to everyone around them.
Talking down to co-workers = Ego Boost
Since their height can't get a boost, why not their egos? **reference: Ka.nye W.est**

3. Short men in the business world seem to be experts at EVERYTHING and delight in sharing their knowledge depsite a lack of interest from related parties.
Perhaps the further distance from the quality air over time has made their brains evolve slightly ahead of their taller counterparts? **reference: George Jefferson, of The Jeffersons**

4. Short men in the business world are angry at women.
Perhaps hearing "You're cute but too short." in their personal lives have made them bitter? **reference: John L.egend**

5. Short men in the business world can be ruthless and will do anything to get noticed.
Perhaps constantly being looked over in other arenas has forced them to develop their other senses and skills. Watch your back. They will do what it takes to win and get what they want. **reference: Jermain.e D.upri**

1969 works with a short man.

This has been a 1969 public service announcement (c)

Never Forget

2007-09-11T04:47:00.000-07:00

There is nothing I could write that would be as important as remembering our loved ones that perished on this day six years ago.

I was pregnant with my first child when the attacks happened. I watched when the second plane crashed into the Towers. I watched as people jumped out of the windows.
I watched as the plane crashed into the Pentagon, in the field in Pennsylvania.
I saw the towers, once the symbols of fortitude, collapse and disappear from the New York City skyline.

I gasped when I realized the towers were collapsing on top of one of our Hotels, where we ended up losing three brave individuals who had gone back after the evacuation to make sure all the guests were out safely.

I waited all day to hear from my mother, my brother. I rejoiced that they made it home safely. My brother walked from midtown Manhattan all the way to Brooklyn. He practically carried an old woman across the Brooklyn Bridge and it took him 8 hours, but he made it home.

And lastly, I can never forget, my wonderful and brave New Yorkers. On that day, we solidified our status as the greatest city in the world. Magnified by our actions and the strength we displayed. I have never been more proud to be a New Yorker.

Rest in Peace to the casualties, the victims of 9/11.

I will never forget.

9/11/2001

This is the remix....

2007-09-10T07:11:00.001-07:00

Just got into the office. I am happy to report that no tears were shed as we left our oldest son in the hands of total strangers now responsible for his daily well-being :)

I did fight off a few tears as I helped my son get dressed in his new uniform. I thought about the fact that this may be one of the last times I actually help him get dressed. The tears started to form, but I fought them off and was victorious.

He walked into his new school a little anxious but extremely excited. We'll see how he feels at 4pm when I pick him up.

As for the rest of the weekend, I attended my favorite cousin's wedding on Saturday.
It was a beautiful wedding and I got to spend time with my entire family (without kids). We danced, consumed lots of alcohol and ate way too much. A good time indeed.

Sunday...football and lots of it. I knew going into the season that my Giants were going to have an uphill battle and so...*gasp* I did not pick them to win against Dallas. Yes, we may have lost our running back too. This is going to be one tough season for us. The loss of Tiki is going to really be felt. The good side? Eli had a good game :)

As for those EAGLES? LMAO. I love coming to work after an Eagles loss....everyone is quiet.

Oh yeah....and Britney S.pears is DONE. Whatever she called that performance last night was HORRIBLE. Her career is done. And Sarah S.ilver.man? Okay, I get it. Her comedic schtick is all about insulting people. However, to say that Brit.ney's two kids are "mistakes" was so not appropriate. If a b.lack com.edian had made that joke???? Yup.....we would all be reading about it this morning on CNN.

PEACE!

Open House

2007-09-07T09:34:00.000-07:00

So Tali 1 and I are spending his last day of freedom at home today. His school had an open house for the Kindergarten parents to come and meet their teachers and tour the classrooms this morning. Parents can only drop the kids in the schoolyard and then leave on Monday. They don't want the parents wailing and falling out on the first day. As his new teacher said "The kids will act the way their parents act...so no crying! Be excited and happy for them."

As I toured his new classroom, I didn't have high expectations as far as amenities. While we were looking at private schools, I saw everything from horseback riding to squash courts. His school, although superb academically, is still a public school in Philadelphia. **insert deep sigh here**

As I pulled up to the nondescript brick building, I prepared myself to see the standard industrial greyish green classrooms with bad lighting. Instead, the doors opened to a bright and beautiful space. The floors are in a bright checkerboard pattern. There is gorgeous artwork everywhere. His kindergarten class has it's own computer lab. They have a science lab in the building and an art class. In his classroom, the walls are painted with a gorgeous mural. Heck, my first grade (did we even go to Kindergarten back in the day?) was that industrial green and not overly exciting.

More important, his teacher is young, enthusiastic and excited to teach. She already had the kids names memorized. She has their names up on the board and she made them feel right at home. She showed them their cubbies, their library and where all of their learning activities will take place.

I feel so good about dropping him off on Monday. And I promise not to cry.........

until after he walks through the doors.

Too much TV is a bad thing....

2007-09-06T06:21:00.000-07:00

Me: Son, you know Christmas is coming right?

Tali: It is?

Me: Yup. Do you know what you want for Christmas?

Tali: YES!!! I want a Tempurpedic.

Me: **crickets** A What?

Tali: A Tempurpedic.

Me: The Mattress?

Tali: Yes! Mom, it's so cool. I can jump on it and my juice won't fall. And you can sleep on one side and I can jump on the other side and you won't wake up.

Me: OH-KAY. Uh, is there anything else you want?

Tali: Um...a big Transformer?

Me: **wipes forehead in relief** okay...that's more like it.

An Open Letter to Miss Porter

2007-09-04T14:28:00.000-07:00

Dear Kim:

May I call you Kim? I may not know you, but your story strikes a chord with me. I know so many women that are caught up in a similar situation and I feel that it must be addressed.

Over the weekend, you were spotted back in the arms of your ex-boyfriend at his annual party in the Hamptons. In addition, a close friend of mine who is also a close friend of yours claims that you have taken him back due to his current promise of marriage and you were seen "canoodling" with him throughout the party and then spent the night with him "allegedly".

Now I know folks going through this same situation and yes, at least you stand to gain some money.

However, it seems that you have sold your self-respect to the highest bidder. As a mother, I implore you to think about the message you are sending to your children. To continually allow a man to cheat and then take him back leads to a dead end.

The man obviously has lost respect for you. You can lie to yourself but you have damaged your own self-worth.

Make that clean start, don't allow him to throw in the claims of "marriage". You were good enough to sit up in the house and make babies for him. To look pretty at the parties in your nice dresses. To play house with. But he has proven time and again that he is not willing to stop living the single life for you. Your feelings are not at the forefront of his mind when he is spending time at the Riviera.

Even if he does marry you, what then? Like I said, I don't know you, but I know that enough is enough. Start over and live your life. Leave for good, leave for your children. Teach them that mommy is putting herself and their happiness before the money. Good luck....you're gonna need it.

STOP THE PRESSES

2007-09-04T07:14:00.000-07:00

I have been waiting for this day for YEARS.

Maxwell just released a snippet of one of his new songs on his myspace page.

If you are a fan, check it out.

And I have lyrics:

Pretty Wings Lyrics

written and produced by
hod david and musze

time will bring the real end of our trial
one day they'll be no remnants
no trace no residual feelings within ya..
one day u won't remember me

yo face will be the reason i smile
but i will not see what i can not have forever
i'll always love ya i hope u feel the same

oh u played me dirty your game was so bad
u toyed with my affliction had to fill out my prescription
found the remedy i had to set u free

away from me
to see clearly the way that love can be
when u are not with me
i had to leave, i have to live
i had to lead, i had to live

if i cant have u let love set u free
to fly yo pretty wings around
pretty wings your pretty wings
your pretty wings around

8:31-1:38-8:31

It's a wrap

2007-09-04T06:20:00.000-07:00

For me, the Summer is officially over. Back to re-focusing on the rest of the year.
All of my activities and personal committments reconvene and I have to dust the Wonder Woman crown off and get ready to leap tall buildings and save the universe.

Next Monday, my big Tali goes back to school. My sorority meetings enjoyed a nice summer break but we are off our hiatus and I will be chairing a few new committees.

Work starts to get busier, more projects due as we start to focus on 2008. I also have projects to do at home that fell by the wayside months ago.

Sometimes, I need to feel like I am under pressure because then I will actually get things done. You know, that college feeling. Like when you waited all semester and slacked off and then had to pull an all-nighter to hand in that last minute paper that was like 70% of your grade? LOL

I think I thrive under pressure and deadlines. I really should be more proactive with my life. However, when I do plan something, my plans always get cast aside by some unscheduled turn of events. I now leave well enough alone and just prepare for the onslaught.

No real post today...just feeling the turn of the tides as fall approaches. Hope you enjoyed a great Labor Day weekend.

Independence Day

2007-08-31T07:40:00.000-07:00

Today is the day that my home, the beautiful twin islands of Trinidad & Tobago celebrate Independence Day. Big Up to Da Trini Massive :)

Enjoy the day and to all of my family back home....I love you. Enjoy de jump up for meh.

Bye, Bye, Summer

2007-08-30T16:12:00.000-07:00

When next we speak, the fall will be upon us...the kids will be back in school and before we know it...cold weather.

Enjoy the weekend, make the most of the three days off. Swim, Eat, Lounge.

A few housekeeping notes....

Best of Luck to my Soror Royce's Daughter as she prepares to run her marathon. Because she is a strong woman and has trained hard for this....I know she will emerge victorious. Good luck Roycee!

I also want to shout out a very special individual. HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the beautiful, dynamic, sassy and sweet MISS LEE. I can't even begin to put into words how much I love me some Miss Lee. She is a talented writer and a bad azz Brooklyn chick. Enjoy your special day and this one's for you Missy! They Can't Knock The Hustle...keep shining!

The Hotel Chronicles

2007-08-30T04:52:00.000-07:00

I was a new employee at my hotel and I had recently left one major Hotel chain and had started at another. Same stuff but the corporate climate was very different.

I had been in the job a month and so far was enjoying the change.

Coming down the hallway, I see the General Manager. I stop and say hello and he starts walking with me. We both get on the elevator and as we descend to the Executive offices he says....

"So, How is your period looking this month?"

**CRICKETS**

For a solid minute, I was dead quiet. In my head, I was like...WHAT THE FUDGE DID THIS MAN JUST ASK ME? Then my mind started racing and I started thinking....IS THIS SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, DAMN, I JUST GOT HERE?

Finally a lightbulb went off and I remembered that at my old company, we called the end of the booking cycle "Month End". Here at XYZ Hotels, they call it "Period End".

Whew.

"My Period looks like it's turning out to be a good one."

I went downstairs and told my Director of Sales what happened and she was in tears..."At least you didn't smack him." LOL

Gone Fishin'

2007-08-29T06:21:00.001-07:00

No post today. My team at work is headed to see the TUT exhibit followed by lunch and lots of cocktails.

Have a fabulous day and I will holla at you tomorrow blog fam.

1969 tackles the news

2007-08-28T06:06:00.000-07:00

All along I kept saying that Michael Vick needed Jesus, now he says he has found Him.
Problem solved.

Senator Larry. Cr.aig from Idaho, a staunch Republican who voted against same sex marriage and several other gay rights issues was found engaging in same sex activities in a men's restroom. Ahem. To quote Mama Sixty.....GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY.

Scott B.aio is 45 and single but his girlfriend is knocked up so he better get over those committment issues fast.

If arsonists set that fire in Greece, they need their azzes locked the eff up.

Both Se.rena and Ve.nus won their matches after the tribute to Althea Gibson at the US Open. How appropriate.

AND THE METS BETTER NOT LOSE TO THE PHILLIES TONIGHT.

I believe the children are our future

2007-08-27T10:53:00.000-07:00

Mind over Matter

2007-08-27T06:17:00.000-07:00

I woke up on Sunday morning with a goal. It was 6am and I got dressed. I laced up the sneakers, slathered on some sunscreen and got in my car. I drove to East. F.alls and parked my car and from there I hit the ground running.

I ran alongside my favorite stretch of road in Philadelphia. I was determined to tackle "The Drive".

I love K.elly D.rive. The drive stretches all along the Sch.uyll.kil River and winds next to Boathouse Row and ultimately leads to the Art Museum (you know, where Rocky runs up the stairs). It is serene and peaceful and on this day....I decided to talk myself out of the "I Can't Do it" attitude and force myself to try.

My IPod was playing and I stopped thinking and just ran. Up to now, I had only run maybe two miles at best....and always on a treadmill at the gym.

On Sunday, I ended up doing a personal best for me....4 miles. I was utterly exhausted. But I felt great. Sometimes, I have to stop thinking so much. I think myself out of situations I can physically handle. I need to trust myself to just live. Just do it (as the sneaker giant says).

I need to just run.

10 Things I like About Me

2007-08-24T05:23:00.000-07:00

My friend Liz tagged me (not THAT kind of tag) and I will now present to you:

TEN THINGS I LIKE ABOUT ME

1. I am a great cook. Yes, 1969 can throw down in the kitchen. I am one of those people that cooks without recipes. I go to restaurants, taste something and come home and make it. Friends always want to come over to eat or they ask me to teach them how to cook. It's one of my most favorite things about myself and I have to thank my Grandmother, My Mother and my five aunts and one uncle....all great cooks.
(I am not a baker though....shhh!)

2. I am great with people. I can walk into a room with all different kinds of people and make myself at home. I love meeting new folks, talking to them and can probably strike up a conversation with almost anyone.

3. I am a "boy" mom. Some moms are perfect for girls. They shop, get their nails done, etc. I am most definitely meant to have boys. I love football, I play in the dirt and I wrestle. My son learned to play baseball from me taking him out every night and teaching him how to hold a bat and pitching him balls. He can now hit like a champ. :)

4. As much as I like being a tomboy, I love getting girly. I love shopping, pedicures, new purses and shoes. I live for fashion and love to talk style. I think women that can be sophisticated and elegant but still rock a ponytail and some sweats are the hotness.

5. I can fix things. I can put things together. I can hang drapes, install drywall, etc. I am great with electronics and gadgets. I am the female Bob Villa.

6. I love the fact that I am healthier than ever at 38. I take care of myself. I plan to be around, GOD WILLING, for a long time.

7.I love my nose. It's cute.

8. I love my ability to roll out of the Boardroom and then roll through the hood. Many people would never meet me and know where I come from or what I am capable of.
I am proud to be from brooklyn....that tough upbringing has grounded me and prepared me for almost any challenge I could ever face.

9. I love being Caribbean. Our people are beautiful. Our culture is diverse. Our food is extraordinary. Our history is proud. I love going home to Trinidad and feeling that sense of pride and HOME.

10. The thing I love about myself the most is my ability to persevere despite any obstacle. I am so hard on myself but somehow I manage to wake up everyday and keep trying. I have faith in God and in myself that I will do my best. Sometimes my best isn't good enough. Sometimes, it downright sucks.....but I can't stop, won't stop. I enjoy my life. I love my family. I am grateful for every single day that I get to breathe. I never let the negative forces take over. I stay out of those holes. It's so easy to be "woe is me". I am like most of you....a product of a single mom, no father, financially unstable upbringing, nearly evicted more times than I can count, struggled through bad relationships, fell in love only to have that person die, etc....I could go on and on....but I am here. I never gave up. I always believed that God has a plan. No matter what has been thrown at me....I keep the faith and keep it moving. Thanks me, I love you man!

Drama is my middle name

2007-08-23T10:36:00.001-07:00

I returned to the office only to be thrown in the middle of some office drama. WHY ME?

Why can't people just come to work and do their jobs? I don't feel like having to write anyone up on my first day back. I don't feel like spending half the day dealing with childish, petty shyt. Just focus on the task at hand. For me, trouble always comes when you are focused on everything BUT your job.

So, because I work for more than one hotel (as do my team members), our review gets sent to our shareholders and they can comment on the survey anonymously. After that, we sit down and review their feedback.

Well, one employee wants to tell me who her survey should be sent to. Uh....no.
I am going to select who gets the survey. I know you are buddy, buddy with the Director of Sales over there but I am sending your review to the General Manager. I want objective feedback not all praise and hugs. I want to hear what kind of job you are doing and not just from a friend of yours.

So she goes behind my back and calls corporate to get some folks added to the survey without my authorization.....so uh....corporate calls guess who? ME.

It ain't rocket science sister. Someone is going to have to authorize it. Who did you think they would call?

So anyway, 1969 is over here dealing with some "issues". After I kick some butt, I will get a real post out tomorrow.

Adventures in Suburbia

2007-08-22T05:07:00.000-07:00

Mr. 1969 calls our neighbors kids the Wu-Tang Clan. They have a tendency to hang out late on their steps and they are loud. Our block is extremely quiet with the exception of these kids. **sigh**

On weekends, when their friends come over, he looks out the window and announces that the "Wu Affiliates" are visiting.

He is kind of obsessed with making sure these kids don't step on his grass, don't leave any trash on our property, etc. It's actually funny. He is turning into one of those neighbors that says things like "You boys better get over on your yard." "Uh, you gonna pick that up?". You know, the old man next door.

Well, yesterday, we were in the car. He picked me up from the train station and we pull up in our driveway and sure enough....the two neighbors kids are hanging outside of their house with their friends.

His radar goes off and he starts scoping out our lawn to make sure everything is in order. So Tali 1 shouts out, "DADDY! The Wu Tangs are outside again."

I give Mr. 1969 a dirty look. He starts laughing and says, "What?"

"Why did you teach him to call the neighbors the Wu Tang? That is not cute."

"He won't say it around them."

"That's not the point. They are "our neighbors" not the Wu Tang."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. They don't know what it means"

I am interrupted by both Tali's sitting in the back of the car holding up "W" signs with their fingers chanting in unison "Wu Tang, Wu Tang, Wu Tang".

I turn and look at my husband, who is cracking up with tears in his eyes.....laughing.

Maybe I should have stayed in DC?

Shhhh......

2007-08-21T06:00:00.000-07:00

I am supposed to be training right now. Bad blogger, bad blogger.

I just wanted to publicly say that I had a great time last night and met up with a few of my favorite DC Bloggers. I don't have time to get into all of the details but we had a great meal despite the nasty weather and the company was excellent.

Thanks to all of the ladies for taking time out to hang out. We have to do it again soon.

And a special thank you to my Soror, Roycee for taking care of her Big Sis. Love ya girl!!!

Back to work....

Who woulda thunk it?

2007-08-20T09:55:00.000-07:00

Who woulda thunk that I would have SOOOOOoooooo many lurkers and regulars? Delurking day was a huge success. I have a reader in Kenya? WOW. Thanks so much to everyone for delurking. Please come by and comment often...even if it is just to say hi. I am so honored to have you all here.

I am currently blogging from the nation's capital. Yup, I am in Chocolate City today and tomorrow on business. Mr. 1969 will be holding down the fort at home with the Tali's.

I have a few friends that are Stay at home moms and they are always commenting on how "great" my husband is with the kids. "He watches them while you are away on business? My husband would never go for that."

Uh...yeah. They ARE his kids too. Why wouldn't he watch them? That's his job, D-A-D- D-Y. Just like, I am here to take care of them if he ever can't. It's called parenting. The men don't get a medal for doing stuff they are supposed to do. You are not "babysitting" your own kids. LOL

I guess, these ladies have husband's that don't help out with the children. They feel that they are working and the moms are at home so the kids are mom's job. Well, we don't have any family near us. No dropping the kids off to grandma. So if I am away, Daddy takes over. If he has something to do, I turn into Superwoman. I can honestly say that we share the responsibilities of parenting. I am blessed because I know this is not the case in a lot of households.

How do things work in your house? Did your mom run the house and dad just played with you every once in a while? Let's talk about it.

Delurking Day

2007-08-17T04:28:00.000-07:00

So a very wise person, CreoleinDC, suggested a delurking day. You know....a day for everyone to come out of hiding and introduce themselves.

I was suprised that a few of you came out and introduced yourselves yesterday. Even better, I have a reader in Germany? Who would have thought my little crazy existence would have interest to someone from another country? Very cool.

So if you would like to come out, introduce yourself and say hello, please do. I would love to get to know YOU as well.

Happy Friday!

and on a sidenote.....Happy Birthday to one of my favorite Bloggers.....Big Ups to The Brutha Code!!

A Public Service Announcement

2007-08-15T16:17:00.000-07:00

I am taking a minute to address people that leave anonymous comments on my blog.

When I started this blog, I never thought for a minute that anyone would care about my life, my experiences or my writing. It seems that along the way, I have made several friends, and many of you stop by on a consistent basis. I am flattered that you would even spend a moment of your time here. So thank you.

However, while I do enjoy everyone's feedback, agreeable or disagreeable, please note that I share a lot of my daily life here. I talk about my family, my job, my friends and me. I do not feel comfortable getting anonymous comments, especially when they only seem to come when someone is trying to be negative under the cloak of anonynymity. We are all grown ups here and trust me, I love a good debate and have no problem taking criticism, feedback or comments. Just be respectful and leave your name.

When you come here and leave comments without a name, I feel uneasy sharing so much of myself with you , allowing you to disect it all, but you are allowed to hide.

If anonymous comments continue, the blog will have to go private, by invite only, in an effort to protect my privacy. Besides, trust me when I say that I am highly computer savvy and have your ip addresses stored just in case. I already know who you are.

Feel free to comment, all I'm asking is be an adult and leave your name. Hell you can make up a name if it makes you feel better. If you can't do that, the posting freedom I enjoy will most definitely be restricted.

This has been a 1969 public service announcement.

The Hotel Chronicles

2007-08-14T11:03:00.000-07:00

I had a lead one day for a convention. It was called the P.AF-C.ON. Of course, I had never heard of this meeting so I decided to google it and low and behold....I learned something new.

See, I used to book National Association groups. In my ten years in Sales, I have learned that there is a convention for everything under the sun. If you are into it, there are some folks that have a National Club dedicated to it.

Everything from NA.FA (the National Association for F.at Acce.ptance) who enjoy being larger than life and beautiful, to the World S.cience F.iction folks who revel in wearing Science Fiction costumes as grown ups. I think part of my tolerant nature is the fact that I come into contact with so many different groups of people at work.

So anyway, I start to google and find out that this group actually does exist. This conference is dedicated to P.lush.ies and F.urr.ies. If you don't know what they are...these are groups of individuals who like to dress up as either fu.rry animals or characters (like human sized mascot costumes). They call it F*urry F*andom.

There is even a portion of the Pl.ushies that engages in se.xual activity while in costume. Yes....they dress up like their animal and then have governing rules for mating. Like, dressed up dogs can't get with anyone dressed like cats. No cross breeding. While reading up on this stuff, I felt that I had learned entirely TOO MUCH. Needless to say, we chose not to bid on the convention.

I don't understand the group's motivation but I do respect the fact that these souls have found each other and are probably overall, very happy folks. They meet up with their friends once a year and have a great time. Doesn't mean I plan on donning an Easter Bunny suit anytime soon....but hey, different strokes for different strokes. And in my business, we just want heads in beds... even if they are a little fluffy.

Advice Needed

2007-08-13T08:44:00.000-07:00

I was so touched today by this post that was left in my comment section. If you have advice for this wonderful lady, please post it. She needs some upliftment today.

1969,
I'm truly happy you did this post...however, I am late reading it ...excuses 0-101 for my lateness. I'm so glad you did the post because I wanted to vent and sometimes you can't vent w/family and friends. I really don't know how to start my story, because I'm not sure if it really falls under this post...but I'm going to put it out here.

I'm a single mom in my early thirties and not so secure in myself, I know I should be but I'm not. I've given so much of myself to other's, that I don't feel I have anything left to offer. I always ask the question why me, what can I do to change things? To me my life has been a down hill battle since 7th grade and I saw a glimmer of hope when I graduated from 12th grade. Books should have been all I was thinking about, but peer pressure was hell. I was never the talkative type and didn't dress the way I wanted to (the money just wasn't there), didn't go to my senior prom because I didn't have a date. I mean guys just didn't seem into me. I am a little heavy, but I feel I carry it well being that I'm 5/7. Well any how, I got to college and was off to a wonderful start...then what I thought was the man of my dreams came into my life. Let's hit fast-forward.

Needless to say I didn't finish school....I left school and got a job and had a baby girl. My pregnancy was hard finically, because I had to foot my bills (doc visits) and I started to purchase baby things...because I didn't want people saying what they had to do for me. The love of my life was there, but wasn't happy at all and didn't want me to bring "our baby" into the world.....but I chose to have "my baby" because she was apart of me and I don't think I could have lived w/myself. It took me months to tell my mom, because I was scared and I knew I let her down. She didn't want me to be an unwed mother, at a dead end job. My mom went through the same thing, she was just younger and my father was older.

My mom raised me w/the help of my grandmother, I never really had a father figure and didn't know what to look for in a mate. To this day I still carry the pain of not having had a father in my life and now, my child is going through the same thing. The life I'm leaving is not the one I pictured. I dream of going back to school, I only have 6 hrs. left but my job is not flexible ( not to mention the stack of bills) and now I have a child to care for.....In a world full of hope, I feel so lost and all alone. I stress to my daughter to always give your best and never settle for anything less. There's so much more to this, but you would be reading for days. I once had dreams of living a brilliant life and raising a wonderful family. Please, don't misunderstand me...I love my daughter to death and have sacrificed a great deal to make sure she's in one of the best schools. I try to give her everything she ask for, because I feel I have short changed her in some ways.

I'm trying to find my way back and I just need a little advise...how do I start to put the pieces back together? I just want to be happy, I haven't had that feeling in along time.

Lynn..........

Does my sassiness upset you?

2007-08-10T14:40:00.000-07:00

When I was pledging, I had to memorize a poem by my Soror, May.a An.gelou. You may be familiar with it.

As I have grown older and more comfortable with who I am, I have learned to love myself....flaws and all. I have truly come to respect the power of Maya's words. As a teenager, I was insecure about so many things. How I looked, would people like my outfits, my hair, my jokes. As a young woman, I was worried about dating, finding a husband, my job, money, making my family proud, my life.

At the age I am now, I am so comfortable with me and my existence. I am not afraid to say that I love who I am. Of course, there is a lot of room for growth. I can always do better. But, overall, I am pretty awesome and I know it. I accept it. I feel it and I walk around with that certain something. That confidence.

In life, there are always people who will try and point out your flaws. The naysayers, the negative influences, the "haters".

Some people always like to judge others from the outside. I know because I am one of them. I judge all the time. It's human nature.

However, only YOU (and the BIG GUY) can judge yourself. Only you know what you have overcome to get to this point. Only you know what special gifts lie in your heart for the right people or person to share. Only you fully understand what you are capable of. The gifts that you possess.

I am not afraid of anyone judging me anymore. I know what I bring to the table and you should too.

Let the naysayers all fade away and walk like you've got oil wells in your backyard.

Have a great weekend. Be blessed!

My new anthem!

2007-08-10T14:25:00.000-07:00

Leave it to Jilly from Philly to drop a pertinent song with a great beat.

Hate on me haters....cause I'm gonna do me! Loves it.

Conversations with Tali

2007-08-09T04:44:00.000-07:00

My son's list of school supplies has arrived in the mail. In addition, his uniform list is here. It's time to do my first "official" back to school shopping for my Tali.

As I sat there last night, reading his list, I had to smile. I know that down the road, I probably won't enjoy school shopping like I will this weekend. I have visions of a surly teenaged son being dragged to the store, arguing with me over styles and overpriced sneakers.

This time out, Tali and I will shop together. He will be excited as we pick out his knapsack and lunchbox (Hmmm...Spiderman or Transformers?). He will agonize over which pencils are the coolest. I will swing through the aisles with pride oozing out of every pore.

Last night, we were sitting on the couch together reading "Don't L.et the P.igeon Drive the Bus!" for the 300th time. Tali says to me..."Mom, can you believe I made it into that school?" "Of course!", I said. "You worked hard and because of that, they chose you. Hard work is the key son. It's not always about who is the smartest or fastest.....Mommy just wants you to work hard and to always do your best."

"Mom"

"Yes"

"I think I made it in because you and Daddy always do work with me."

"We do. But the 1969's always help each other. We're a family."

"I think my family might be the best in the whole world."

"I think you're right."

"I am."

Car jackers beware....

2007-08-07T14:37:00.001-07:00

I will be at a meeting in Newark, NJ on Wednesday. Just wanted to leave you with a little something.....King Beef. One of the greats.

CRUSHED

2007-08-07T05:27:00.000-07:00

My husband and I compared our crushes last night. His list of ten was hilarious.
Today I will share with you my current crushes, excluding Maxwell cause that's a given.

1. Will from Making the Band....this youngster is HOT. And the boy can dance and sing. I picked him out from the auditions back in Chicago and he's gonna be a star.

2. Now you know I ride with my New York Football G.iants all day long. And ladies, after seeing this man in person....let me tell you that he is beautiful. To top it off, his teeth are perfection. Mr. Tiki Bar.ber

3. Darren Sharper. Whew. Take a minute ladies. Breathe. This man is stop traffic fine. I think it's the eyes....nah, it's definitely the dimples.

4. I'm going old school with this one.....you know the scene....the one in the Best Man when the music hits, the camera swings to the restaurant/bar entrance and in walks....Morris Chest.nut? Yes. That's all I am gonna say.

5. Speaking of perfection.....Boris

6. My favorite Euro.....Beckham. Welcome to America Becks!!!

and hell....I'm throwing in a Max photo just for GP. There is no list without my main man. Hair or no Hair, he's still hot to death.

Lifetime

2007-08-06T06:49:00.000-07:00

I was reborn when I was broken......

Whenever I hear this song, I have to pause and listen to the lyrics. This song is about hope, courage and strength. Everyone has an event that has happened to them that has rendered them broken. Where you feel the hurt or pain so deep, you can't find the strength to get out of bed, to talk or even to just breathe. If this hasn't happened to you yet, you best believe that it is coming.

Life happens, it spares no one.

I believe we are judged and measured not by how well we responded during our good times, but how we got up, dusted ourselves off and rebuilt our spirits after we had been broken down. That is the true measure of an individual.

Some people have a tragedy or hurt and they never recover. They walk around blaming folks, hating their lives. Some lose themselves and in that split second, take a life or take their own lives. Some just remain bitter and angry at everything and everyone around them.

The rest of us allow ourselves to feel the hurt and eventually, we rebuild ourselves. We never forget, but we learn something, accept our new reality and we continue to live.

I often think about my life. My struggle. While I know that I get many things wrong, I am continually striving to get better. To learn. To grow.

Like the song says............I can let my life pass me by......or I can get down and try, to work it all out this Lifetime.

Sunday Ramblings

2007-08-05T09:24:00.000-07:00

Can I confess something? One of my favorite bloggers was out of the office on a well-deserved vacation last week. Can I tell you how many times I needed to call that fool to discuss some blog craziness? Bloggers have drama!!!!! To my blog BFF, I am so glad you and the Fam had a nice week off.....but your homie in Philly missed yo azz. No more time off until Thanksgiving, Okay? LOL

This month is going to be interesting, in addition to work kicking my behind....literally, I am stepping up my workout intensity. I woke up yesterday and today and ran **drumroll please** OUTSIDE. For sometime, I have been able to run my 2.5 to 3 miles inside the gym on a treadmill. Well, in order for me to do the 5k in October...I have to learn to run outdoors. Well I did two miles outside. Huge accomplishment. In addition, I was rocking some short runners shorts and a tanktop and my old behind almost picked up about five guys while running :)

We took the Tali's to the pool yesterday and now I am burnt. I swear I was wearing Sunblock the whole time. This sun is no joke....cover up people.

And last but not least, today, August 5th, is my wedding anniversary. 7 YEARS. Whew.
It ain't easy but we made it another year. Tonight, grown folks fun.........champagne.......fine dining............. and the rest is censored.

Hope everyone is having a great weekend.

Be a Father....to your child

2007-08-03T08:17:00.000-07:00

photo courtesy of Dlisted

Eddie.....the exes are meeting and having lunch? I hope you have a good lawyer. That's all I'm gonna say.

Bloggers Block

2007-08-02T08:14:00.000-07:00

I have nothing to write about but I feel compelled to say something. Why is that?

Why can't we just say nothing?

Damn blogging.....it's an addiction.

I feel guilty when my life is not exciting enough to share some tidbit of information.

No cool stories are popping off in my head.

Yet, I feel compelled to write something.

To not leave folks hanging.

Hmmmm.....

Okay, here goes.....

HAPPY THURSDAY

Now go on amongst the masses and be productive.

Hotel Tales

2007-08-01T05:22:00.000-07:00

It had been a long week and I was on duty for the 6th day in a row. I was working in a Hotel in Harrisburg, PA. The convention checking in was Lyttle People of America.

So needless to say, our guests were "vertically challenged". We made lots of special arrangements like having steps placed at the front desk counter so they could reach check-in, etc...

As they arrived, it was kind of cool. So many people that were happy to see other people just like themselves. Finally, they were a majority and they were genuinely thrilled.

The convention was going well....I stopped in to check out their guest speaker. He was one of the Lollipop Kids from the original Wizard of Oz. The only one left alive. He was old....I mean old.....but he was signing Wizard of Oz memorabilia and other stuff.

So it seemed like a typical conference. Until that first night's reception.

Lyttle people like to get CRUNK. These dudes and dudettes were toasted. They drank up a storm and of course, ended up extremely drunk. Several people passed out. We had to call an ambulance for two people and the evening turned out to be quite hectic.

When we finally got most of the folks out of the Ballroom, we started cleaning up. We cleared all of the dishes off the tables and started breaking things down for the night. As your girl, 1969 starts pulling tablecloths off the rounds....I end up catching two individuals getting their groove on underneath the table. WTF?

"Uh....excuse me folks....the party is over....and I am sure you can continue this in your rooms upstairs"

"Just give me a minute" says my lyttle friend.

So you know what? My tired azz covered the table and told him to take his time.

1969 is for the children.

The advice fairy....

2007-07-31T04:29:00.000-07:00

One of the joys of getting older is that you acquire the right to expound on several topics simply because you have "lived". With age comes wisdom. I find that people now come to me and expect enlightened answers on various topics. Here are the top three....

1. Children

Once you have a child and you live to see them through the first five years of their life without going to jail, folks tend to gravitate toward you and ask you questions.
The other day, I was out with both Tali's at the playground. This pregnant woman comes up to me and starts asking me where I send my kids to daycare because they are so "well-spoken and well-behaved". While I told her about their school (because I love their school), I didn't have the time to explain to her that it's not just the school.....my kids are well spoken and well behaved because they learned that in their house. I wanted to tell her that it takes work and that her road was just beginning. Your children are a reflection of you and their environment. It's that simple. When folks have bad azz kids and they don't know why....ahem....hold up a mirror. LOL

2. Marriage

I am always getting questions about "how do you make it work"....and "you guys seem so happy and you have such a beautiful family". Rule number one with marriage....couples always look happy when they are out but nobody knows what goes on in their home. Everyone has rough spots and trouble. Couples fight, they argue, they disagree. No one has a perfect marriage.

Stop looking at other people and figure out what is not working in YOUR house.
Every situation is unique. Don't compare your husband to my husband. Work on you and yours. AND STOP LETTING EVERYONE IN YOUR BUSINESS. Whew.

Nothing in life is easy. You walk the road and sometimes it's smooth, sometimes it's long, sometimes it's rocky and bumpy. You just work on moving forward and paving the road together. He has to want it as much as you do. Don't worry about the other cars on the road. Drive yours to the best of your ability.

3. Men

If a man wants to be with you, he will act like it.

That's really all you ladies need to know. Commit that to memory. If you are spending more time trying to figure him out than enjoying the relationship.....kick him to the curb.

Nuff said.

Blog jacked

2007-07-27T11:09:00.000-07:00

I am totally stealing this from the genius that is Wise.

Today I present my favorite White women.

Number Five

Sophia. I love a smart talking, no shyt taking woman. Sophia is one sassy broad...what's not to love?

Number Four

Mrs. Butterworth. (She is white right?) I love her. No other syrup will do for my famous French Toast. She's rich, sweet and creamy (no Michelle Rodriguez) and I love her!

Number Three

You already know this is my girl. My icon. And she does it all while looking flawless and rocking the best costume with the high heeled boots and bracelets? C'mon.

Number Two

Posh. Mrs. Beckham is my girl. Say what you want, she brings the glamour. She is over the top but still laughs at herself. I love the whole look. And hey, she's married to one of my future baby daddies (Back up Roycee).

Number One

Now you know....when it comes to white people, we have stolen everything. We stole golf, stole the Preppy look (thanks Kanye and Pharelle), stole rock music...we are taking everything and making it our own. The last bastion of whiteness? Yes, B.arbie.
And slowly but surely....we are stealing that too. My favorite white woman has transformed herself into B.arbie...pink lipstick and all....no one does it better....

The Queen Bee...Lil Kim

carry on.....

The Legacy

2007-07-27T04:27:00.000-07:00

My mom is coming up to visit this weekend and I can't wait to see her.

My mom and I have been through a lot together. We have our ups and downs. She veers towards being harsh and extremely matter of fact. She's not always good at handling her children's emotions or saying something with tact.

I am sensitive but hide it under a tough exterior. My mother wears her sensitivity on her sleeve. You make the wrong comment and she will get hurt. However, she will turn around and feel that she can say anything to me and I should suck it up. Oftentimes, I do. I just take things and out of respect for her, I don't retaliate.
I am not a lover of drama.

Over the years, I have learned to not let some of her mom-isms get to me. A lot of it is meant well, she just doesn't say it in the right way. I really do think that is an inherent Caribbean trait. We may want to say "Wow, you look great. Have you lost weight?" but instead it will come out "Yuh too skinny. No man is gonna want a skinny woman." You feel me?

So many times, I call my mom looking for support and I will end up having to call elsewhere or find it in myself. However, I love her to pieces. That is just her way.

She is also the woman that had two children when my father was gone and raised us both to be good people. We care about our family and each other. Last year when she was undergoing surgery, her two kids stayed at her side the entire time.

Her greatest gift was to always make us laugh at ourselves and not take anything too seriously. She is a natural born comedienne. She can cook her behind off and she is always a diva. One of the best dressed women I know, with a knack for always looking pulled together. She will give you the shirt off her back if you need it and she would sacrifice her last dollar for her children.

So maybe she tends to have a harsh tongue but she has a huge heart. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Spreading My Wings

2007-07-25T04:40:00.000-07:00

official score: Donuts-zero 1969-one

Okay so I started out the day donut free. Yogurt and fruit. (BLAH) But I am going hardcore. Just thought I would share.

You ever feel like your life is mundane? Boring? Stuck in a rut? Sometimes, I wonder where all the excitement is. I mean, my life was never fireworks and festivals.....but sometimes I feel like I do the same things day in and day out.

For the most part, I love my life.....my quiet existence in my own little corner of the world. I am content, chilling in the house with my family.

But sometimes, I feel like there should be more. More what? I don't know....just more. I don't want too much excitement. Really, I am blessed. God could have chosen to place me in Rwanda where every single day trying to survive would have been excitement overload.

No I mean....something else. Something new. Something to shake up the routine.
Maybe a vacation? Maybe I need to take a class? Maybe I need to go back to school?

I am feeling the urge to spread my wings and do something. Challenge myself. Grow.
I hate being stuck in a rut.

Parting is such sweet sorrow....

2007-07-23T13:06:00.000-07:00

So I have been reading the book S.uperfoods and trying to educate myself on eating a more balanced diet.

All of a sudden, I read this:

Remember that all donuts, to my knowledge, have the so-called trans fats, which is another way of saying partially hydrogenated oils. There is no safe amount of trans fats. Even small amounts have an adverse effect on our health. They are even worse than saturated fat, which also can have significant adverse effects on many body functions.

Alright people. That hit home for me cause you know I love a good donut. MMMMMmmmm donut. Yes, me and Homer Simpson. ALL donuts are bad. WOW. What about the mutli-grain donut at Starbucks? LOL

Okay, okay....if I can walk away from red meat and pork...I can leave the small donut behind right? **starts sweating** I mean, you heard the man....they're ALL BAD for me? They are defeating the running and eating healthier. What? My eye is twitching? Oh....I'll be okay.....it's just this small thing that happens when I think about giving up donuts forever.

**sigh**

Refocusing My Efforts

2007-07-23T09:57:00.000-07:00

There is a lot going on at work right now. For my department, we are in the middle of our busiest time of year. All of this while I am still trying my best to learn this job. Coming from a Sales and Marketing background and stepping into the world of revenue is not easy.

I made this move to 1) Get the Title 2) Gain the Revenue Experience & Knowledge and 3) Learn an entirely new aspect of the Business. Was this the job for me? I can honestly say no. I am a people person. Sales is where I belong. However, I am doing my best to master all aspects of this job before I plan on jumping ship.

October will be a year in the position. I plan on doing two and then exploring my options. So far, I am learning but some of the projects make me feel like I am in way over my head.

Therefore, I plan on refocusing my efforts to tackle the tasks I have yet to master. I refuse to lose. As the only Black person in the Region with my job.....I have to carry that responsibility and make us all look good. I know the Haters want me to fail but....it ain't gonna happen.

I am on the job.....

Work smerk....

2007-07-20T07:27:00.000-07:00

So I really need to finish a project but I don't FEEL like it. I worked like a slave yesterday. Oh snap, I am a slave...LOL. Seriously, I think I am done. Hell, it's Friday. Let the slacking commence.

Small confession....I did not do well as far as healthy eating at all this week. **sigh** I will kick it into high gear tomorrow though. Gym at 8am and I will work it all out of my system. Spinning class should do the trick. And it's an all seafood weekend at the 1969 house. Seafood, roasted veggies and lots of fruit. Gotta stay in the game and detox the cake and chips. Hush....I needed it!

Mr. 1969 will be out of town on Saturday so it will be me and the Taliban Maruaders.
I am probably going to take them out to the gym with me, then we will hit the Please Touch Museum and maybe go see Rat.atouille. My oldest wants to see Transformers but it looks too grown for him. Has anyone seen it? Too much for a five year old going on 40?

Lastly, when the Husband returns on Sunday....I am handing off his kids and I will be locked up somewhere in the house with my Ha.rry Potter book. Yes, yes, I read Ha.rry Potter. Retreat YE HATERS. The books are good....and I need to know what happens before everybody starts telling me who dies. If you are down with Hogwarts, holla at ya girl :)

If you are close to Philly.....Musiq Soulchild is giving a free concert tonight at Penn's Landing. Also popping off is the Que boatride tonight, departing from Penn's Landing on the Sp.irit of Philadelphia.

I will be home sipping a glass of Chardonnay, because mama is too old for all that hotmess. You youngsters get out there and enjoy yourselves.

I leave you with a Flashback Friday classic (this one's for you Fresh)...cause I got land in the sand of the West Indies......Damn I be paid......

I Got Work to Do

2007-07-19T08:37:00.000-07:00

I had a stress free week, chilling in the office, no bosses, surfing the web....then SLAM (cue the Onyx music)......projects, deadlines and responsibility have swooped in like a hawk.

Stay strong, my people and have a great week.....

Meme Madness

2007-07-17T12:18:00.000-07:00

I was tagged by Roycee AND Zed so here go the rules:

Rules:
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

1) A very close relative tried to molest me when I was 16. It didn't happen because I got away. They never tried anything ever again but I kept it a secret for years so my mom wouldn't be embarrased or feel guilty. I finally told her maybe two years ago and she was PISSED.

2) My greatest fear is either of my sons being molested. Probably because of what almost happened to me. I would kill someone, without hesitation. Seriously.

3) One of my very good friends (she was in my wedding) is no longer speaking to me. I don't know why. I don't care. She was high maintenance and I have no patience to call and find out. Hell, after ten years of friendship, you would think she would call and cuss me out or something right? Que sera sera.

4) My husband did nothing for my birthday. He sucks at holidays and birthdays. I sucked it up and acted like it didn't matter. It does matter and I am still pissed off.

5) Everytime I hear a Euro say "He/She speaks so well". I want to punch them dead in the face.

6) All of my underwear has to match. Even if I am wearing sweats and a t-shirt....my underwear is probably cute. I used to work in Bloomie's in lingerie in college....I developed a habit.....LOL.

7) I stole a lot of stuff out of the bookstore in College. I feel bad now but that's why one of my line names is Robin Hood. *sigh*

8) Men that don't watch or like sports just don't sit well with me. I will probably assume that you are suspect when you probably just don't like it. I am sooo judgemental.

No tags.....just posting :)

Reading is Fundamental

2007-07-17T04:46:00.000-07:00

I have read two books in the last week. I love books. I love all genres, from biographies to fiction. I have a penchant for quality writing. I guess I am somewhat of a book snob.

I will not read anything by Z.ane or any of the other mainstream modern authors. I read Z.ane's first book and was not impressed with her writing or storytelling abilities. I felt like she was trying to force a wild sex scene into the story instead of letting the scene develop. If she wants to read a well done sex scene, she needs to pick up this book.

I love Walter Mosley for his brilliant character development. I love intense mysteries and used to stay up late reading James Patterson and Stephen King when I was younger. Stephen King's The Stand is a classic.

I love Alice Walker and Toni Morrison. I love Richard Wright. I love Zora Neale Hurston.

My favorite author is Gabriel Garcia Marquez. His writing is amazing. He weaves a story like no other. He can take a simple story about love and transform it into a mystical experience. Simply beautiful.

I read stories to my children every night and I hope to pass on the love of quiet time with a good book. What are you reading?

Monday's musings

2007-07-16T05:01:00.000-07:00

The last three days have been crazy. Went to Brooklyn on Friday and spent the day with my best friend. We had dinner at a great restaurant. The sushi was amazing.

Played with my Goddaughter and my new nephew and chilled out and relaxed at my best friend's store. I left with a great book. The book had me bawling just like the Kite Runner. If you are looking for a good read, check it out.

Before leaving, I stopped off at my other friend's store and took a slice of her world famous red velvet cake with me for the trip back. Now you can see why I love going home.

I returned and attended the Que party at the African American Museum in Philadelphia with the hubby. The event was really nice and we had a great time. However, I was in recovery mode for the rest of the weekend after that. I am getting old I tell ya.

Yesterday, it was all about the boys. I know I say this constantly but they really are getting so big. I can't believe how fast they are growing up. The baby is a grown man pushing 30 and my oldest is about 35. I swear. I am starting to have these deep conversations with them and then I pause and realize that they are kids. LOL

Happy Monday.

Have a good weekend

2007-07-12T11:49:00.000-07:00

I am heading home to Brooklyn for a few days.......have a great weekend and behave yourselves while I am gone!

We interrupt this Blog ................

2007-07-11T05:44:00.000-07:00

Ladies and gentlemen....the time has come to address some of your fashion issues.

Men, what the heck are these?

1969 does NOT endorse Manpris. Pick one a) Shorts or b) Pants.

Ladies, this is not cute....

Now, we don't expect you to all have a six pack. Donuts are far too tempting and you know I can relate. However, we don't need to know all of your problem areas without even knowing your name. MUFFIN TOP is NOT a good look. EVER.

and this?

**sigh** Backfat should NOT be on display. There are so many better shirts to wear. Really. And you can still look good. This woman is not big at all, but she makes herself look bigger by accentuating her problem area.

Gentlemen...

It doesn't look good on Simon Cowell and it doesn't look good on YOU.....male highbeams are soooooo NOT sexy.

and last but not least.....

Is this STILL happening? Come on. Straighten up. We are all tired of it, and it AIN'T cute.

This has been another 1969 Public service announcement (c)

I Challenge....ME!

2007-07-10T04:36:00.000-07:00

I would describe myself as laid back. After years of working in the Hospitality Industry, I don't get frazzled easily. However, underneath the calm exterior, I am my own worst critic. I am constantly challenging myself to accomplish certain tasks.
I am a control freak when it comes to my life.

This year alone, I challenged myself to give up eating red meat and pork. So far, I haven't touched the stuff. Despite all of the cookouts, I have managed to walk away from those hot dogs fresh off the grill and eat the seafood or chicken. So far, mission accomplished.

My next goal is to run a 5k before I turn 40. (I gave myself two years to get it together). LOL

I work out almost every day but running is NOT my thing. In fact, I hate it. However, the best results I have seen in trying to rid myself of the baby weight has been through running. I am vain, if nothing else. So therefore, I have incorporated running into my morning routine.

So half of the year is up and I am making progress. What is my next challenge? What personal goal can I set for myself? Have you made any goals that you are proud to say you have kept or am I the only one that beats myself up and makes constant challenges?

"The reason most people never reach their goals is that they don't define them, or ever seriously consider them as believable or achievable. Winners can tell you where they are going, what they plan to do along the way, and who will be sharing the adventure with them."

Denis Watley

There's Nowhere to Hide.........

2007-07-09T05:22:00.000-07:00

This weekend I did something I haven't done in a long time. Absolutely nothing.
One of my best friends called and invited me to a pool party. Since the 1969 men had plans for the day....I was free to go all by myself.

I arrived at the pool party and promptly snatched up a lounger next to the pool. I proceeded to make myself a cocktail, whipped out my favorite book "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and chilled out. Four hours of nothing. Sun and water. For me, that is all it takes to leave me feeling rejuvenated.

So this week, I have a renenewed sense of spirit. As a mother, I now take the smallest things for granted. Had I taken my boys to a pool party, I would have spent the entire time on edge. Making sure they were safe, making sure they ate, watching them, playing with them, answering questions, bonding with the other parents.

It was really nice to lay in the sun and do nothing except get up to take a dip in the pool. Simple pleasures. Peace and quiet. Rest and relaxation.

I needed that.

Let the week begin.

On the Flip Side

2007-07-06T04:43:00.000-07:00

Some Things I love.....

1) My Boys.

2) Flip Flops

3) Cropped leggings (Hush, I love them with babydoll dresses and heels)

4) Song number 8 on Maxwell's Embrya CD.....whew.....

5) Chocolate covered pretzels from the Reading Terminal Market General Store

6) Sunsets

7) Early in the morning quiet time.

8) Caramel Macchiatto's, extra hot, skim milk :)

9) Don't think bad about me.....MAKING THE BAND 4.....okay, there, I said it out loud.

10) The New York Mets and the New York Football Giants (I miss Tiki already)

11) Good conversation

12) When the soloist at church can really SANG....

13) Walking barefoot in the grass

14) The Beach

15) Jogging on the Boardwalk in Cape May, early before anyone gets up and then walking back with a cup of coffee in my hands

16) A good book. I need one.

17) Talented People

18) A Random, Unexpected Compliment

19) Doing something to help someone else

20) The Weekend. Enjoy yours.

Whatchu Know Bout Me?

2007-07-05T04:39:00.000-07:00

Today, I offer, THINGS I HATE.

1) Rude children.

2) Parents that are dressed to the nines while their kids look a HOT MESS.

3) Bad Service

4) Micromanagement

5) Most Rap music after 1998

6) Liver

7) The Dallas Cowboys

8) Men in Cheap Shoes

9) People that smoke in their cars with kids in the backseat

10) When stuff that used to work on your hair or skin, all of a sudden starts to NOT work.

11) People that stand in my doorway and hover when I am clearly busy or on the phone.

12) Waiting

13) The words "Mommy, I'm finished!!!!!!!!!!!!"

14) Holidays that fall in the MIDDLE of the week...WHAT THA FUDGE?

I think, therefore I am

2007-07-03T06:50:00.001-07:00

Tali 1 @ the Rodin Museum

I Think that I think too much. I feel too much. I care when I shouldn't. My compassionate nature is endearing to people. It's what they love about me. I always hear about how kind I am, how generous, how much I care about people's well-being over my own. My unsacrificing nature.

Inside, I feel like that caring nature is the bane of my existence. You know what happens to people that care? They get kicked in the gut constantly. I try not to become cynical. I try not to have unrealistic expectations for other people. I know that I can't control anyone's actions. But somehow, this small glimmer of hope that individuals will do the right thing and look at the situation in the same light always rears it's head and eventually.....gets stomped on. I get my feelings hurt.

Then what do I do? I stay calm and focused on the exterior. I move on with the task at hand and handle my business. But somewhere, down below, the gates of kindness have shut down. I forgive but I never forget. It's the nature of my beast.

I am my sign. I am Cancer, the Crab. When hurt I will retreat. Bury myself in the sand....in my day to day life. But, there always comes a time when the crab, lays in wait....and then.....when you least expect it.....It snaps.

I dread the day when it all rushes to the surface. Not for me.....but for those around me. Cause once it goes down, I will be powerless to stop it and when in battle....I take no prisoners.

And I know that my day is coming. The day when I jump out of the sand and cut folks to the quick.

Until then, I will take a deep breath and wait under the surface. I think the tide is shifting on this beach.

Happy Birthday To ME!

2007-07-02T04:37:00.000-07:00

Well, it's finally here. My 38th Birthday. YAWN. LOL

Woke up, worked out, showered, dressed and left the house for work. The kids actually slept late on my special day so no Birthday hugs just yet....I am sure I will get some later.

Mr. 1969, hugged me and wished me a happy birthday. So all in all, a nice start to a good day.

The sun is shining and I am still here. Breathing and existing in my so called life.
That's really all I can ask for.

I'm blessed.

Flashback Friday

2007-06-29T04:52:00.000-07:00

It's old school day! Just try to remember how you used to feel whenever you heard this song or how it used to rock your school dances. It's still that fly.

"Being with you is a top priority...ain't no need to question the authority"

Happy Friday...........

The Best Birthday Gift I Ever Received

2007-06-27T13:09:00.000-07:00

It was not a present, a party or anything fantastic. It was these words, written on a piece of paper and left in my car.

Words. I have always been the master of my words. Plucking thoughts seemingly out of midair and transforming them into coherence and beauty.

Because of you, I am sitting here….grasping at words and reaching for sentences. My words have fled. They are floating above my head, visible but slightly out of reach. The thought of you, pushing them out of my head. Jealous of the space the words occupied, your presence has commanded the spotlight in my mind.

I am unable to shake you from my thoughts. Every word whispered softly in my ear, every warm breath on my stomach, every gentle touch exchanged as we lay listening to each other's heartbeat….they all render me speechless.

I concede defeat. I am awed by your mastery as you easily uncovered every one of my unspoken needs until they were all satisfied. Once strong, I fall weak. Once ambivalent, I now feel the loss as we separate.

No words are left, they fail me, just when I have so much to say. All that remains is the thought of you and one question.

Will I linger in your mind as you do in mine?

Jusqu'à ce que je rassemblement encore, soin de prise de ma mémoire car je prendrai soin à vous.

Don't ever wonder.

2007-06-26T13:55:00.000-07:00

Do people still count and then talk about the number of people they have "been" with? WHY? How is that conversation? Unless the number is zero, does it really matter?

If one more person is in the ladies room ON THEIR DAMN CELLPHONE.....whew, I tell ya.
Who do you need to talk to right at that moment? Nasty azzes.

Does everyone have a "conference room nazi" at their job? You know, the individual that keeps the schedule for the conference room. The one that bangs on the door as soon as your time is up?

What is the purpose of making us wear pantyhose in the summer? It's HOT. Will I do a better job in them? Useless.

Ladies, how come we always love a haircut until about two weeks after we get it? Then we start missing our OLD hair.

Why do sons always want to show you their "parts"? Yes, I know.....it's impressive and so cool....now put it away. LOL

People that hate their jobs with a passion.....that's cool....just don't share that with me as I am about to order your product or eat at your restaurant.

What the heck is Ah B.ay B.ay?

Is this remix of Maxwell and Loose Ends not the smoothest?

My son, moon and stars

2007-06-26T04:54:00.000-07:00

Tali got accepted to his school!!!! It's a great day. They want him to come in and meet his teacher and take a few assessments on Monday (yes, my birthday). That's okay though. I couldn't ask for a better birthday gift than getting him enrolled in the only Blue Ribbon Public School in the City (and it's FREE!!!!!).

The youngest Tali has been going through some emotions lately. He's 2 and he's entitled. If he weren't so funny, I would have a breakdown. My mom was here on Saturday and we were sitting outside with the boys. He was engrossed with my neighbor's cat. He was more than engrossed, he was stalking him. The cat looked like he wasn't having it. So whenever he got close.....the cat started hissing. My mom yelled out "Tali, don't touch that cat." He waved his little finger at us and said "I Be Right Back. I WANNA TOUCH A CAT!".....So I said, " Son....stay away from that cat." "MOMMY, I WANNA TOUCH A CAT" "No." "I WANNA TOUCH A CAT!"
"Tali....don't do it." "**waves finger** I WAAAAAANNNNNNNAAAA TOUCH A CAT, I BE RIIIGHT BACK".

So finally he touches the cat and gets scratched. Does he cry? No, he tries to punch the cat. Whew. Can we have a group prayer for the Taurus child? (Thanks for cursing me Slish). That boy is gonna require a lot of work.

The oldest is getting so big I can't even fathom where the time is flying. He was a baby last week, now he's off to Kindergarten in September. I will be doing school shopping and everything. It feels surreal. You know, I keep telling you guys that I have these moments when I have to shake my head like....WOW, I am someone's mother.
It's amazing.

Here's a picture of my Trini boys at Philly carnival last week.....

If that doesn't make you smile.....I don't know what does. Have a great day.

Age ain't nothing but a number

2007-06-22T12:47:00.000-07:00

My 38th birthday is exactly one week from today. 38. Doesn't it sound great? Yes, I could be all woe is me.........BUT I FEEL GREAT.

I am in good shape and I think I look pretty good for an old lady too. Don't believe me? Here is a picture of me and my NEW Soror (she's fresh out of college) at last month's walkathon. It is about 7am and I have not a stitch of makeup on. Not that bad right?

Okay...if it IS bad, tell your girl, 1969 so I can take that mess down immediately! LMAO

I don't know why people are afraid to say how old they are. Everyone has to age. Everyone goes through changes. We slow down, gain some weight, get a few wrinkles....hell, with age comes wisdom though. You have lived. You have stories and experiences. You are now someone with something to talk about.

I enjoy getting older. I love knowing that I have made it another year. I have completed another tough one, but I am still standing. I refuse to look at it as anything but LIVING.

Perhaps this week, I will stroll down memory lane and share a few stories about me back in the day. You know, when I was a young buck. I may even have a few photos.

Stay tuned, true believers....stay tuned.

That may be all I need...

2007-06-21T18:14:00.000-07:00

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
-Sunday Morning, Maroon 5

My life is hectic. Sometimes, it's downright crazy. When you are always racing to the next appointment or chasing a deadline, you grow an earnest appreciation for all things simple.

Simplicity.....breaking things down to it's basic compounds. The basics.

-I'm healthy
-I have a wonderful family
-I have a job
-I have food
-I have a roof over my head

We bring so much drama into our lives. Unnecessary drama. When you stop and think about the basics...you have to recognize that you probably have more than 80% of the world could ever dream of. People are dying to live MY Drama. It's really not that serious, now is it?

Enjoy your day and your weekend. I mean really enjoy it. Wake up knowing there is no gun to your head,, you can drink your Starbucks coffee and contemplate...."Hmmm, what do I feel like eating today?" and then...go out and get it. You can throw on your $100 sneakers and your designer clothes, start your car engine and just drive. You can drive anywhere you want to. You can roll your window down and shout outside to anyone and say anything. You can choose. You have options.

Today, remember the basics that you are blessed with each and every day. You know, the things you take for granted. Enjoy the simple things. Peace.

And last but not least....Brooklyn Diva

2007-06-21T05:40:00.000-07:00

It's been a good week. Thanks to my internet peeps for asking such great questions and helping me in my "Get to Know 1969" project.

The last blogger is my buddy BKDiva. BK is one of those cool people you feel like you already know. She is down to earth, funny, warm and caring. She is a single mom (To two highly talented children), working woman and a fitness trainer. I mean really.....after all that, you already know I look up to her. She has me on track to run my first 5k and she makes me laugh everyday. Here are her questions....

1. If you had to judge the greatest lyricist contest in the matches as listed.. who would you choose and why
Pac vs. Biggie, Nas vs. Jay-Z, Ice Cube vs. Easy E., Eminem vs. 50 Cent

I would have to roll with Biggie. I don't think he is a better lyricist than Pac....I just love Biggie :) He is the essence of Brooklyn.

Nas is a far better lyricist than Jay.... but Jay brings the hits. Hmmmm...I will give it to Nas but I am a Jay-Z fan.

Ice Cube all the way.

Eminem....absolutely. Fisty is so whack.

2. We know you dated a celebrity before you became the Infamous Mrs. 1969. If you were single and could date again.. which celebrity would it be and why? if none, why not?

Now you guys know that Maxwell is my 2nd baby daddy. LOL
Seriously, it would have to be because I liked that person as a man, not because of the fame. That road is not easy. When I stared dating THAT individual, I met him at a fund raiser for work and we went out a few times. When he started to pull that ....I'm famous crap....I rolled out. I am not a "play the background" type of woman....so I need someone that can deal with me being me and not fitting into a role. Kim. Por.ter, I am NOT.

3. You have the opportunity to go to Paris on a girls getaway/shoe shopping trip and you can only take 5 other female bloggers with you.. who would you take and why?

Just five? So unfair....we all need a trip and some shoes. I have to take Roycee, Erica B, Ms. Lee, you BK and...............everyone else can go too.....shhhh...just sneak on the plane!

4. It's Labor Day weekend.. it's you, Fresh, Slish, Ms. Lee, Me, & Roycee.. what is the 1st thing you take us to do as you show us Labor Day Trini Style?

In Brooklyn? Well, we have to go to a mas camp for the weeks leading up to labor day to get our costumes, drink and get into the Carnival spirit. Then we have to wake up early on Carnival day, eat a nice Trini breakfast and hit the Parkway. Throughout the day, we have to drink lots of alcohol (Trinidad Rum is best) (with required glasses of water in between), wine and jump up on total strangers, make sure Fresh and Slishy don't get into too much trouble....collapse on the sidewalk and eat another plate of food before we roll home.

5. As a native trini who is now americanized, what differences/similarities do you see in the cultures.. what would you keep in raising your kids?

Trinidad was originally a British Colony so you will find that the way of life in Trinidad is a little more proper. Yes, we have carnival and dance in the streets half naked but other than partying.....we are pretty proper. Trinidadians are big on having decorum, respecting elders, knowing your place and all around "properness". I am not as strict with my children as my parents were with me (I used to get beatings that would probably have someone arrested today) but I do have high expectations for them regarding how they conduct themselves, education, etc. Those things I take from my upbringing. Trinis also know how to have fun and families are very close. American youths have WAY more freedom. They can say things to their parents, I would never dream of saying. When I was younger, I thought that was a good thing.....now, I don't. LOL I try to borrow the best of both cultures.

bonus question: you can only choose one genre to listen to for the remainder of the year.. what would it be.. dancehall, rockers, soca/calypso, r&b or hip hop

ROCKERS ALL DAY.

The Daughter of a Black Man wants to know.....

2007-06-19T13:34:00.001-07:00

There's no secret that I LOVE ME SOME ROYCEE. This beautiful, intelligent sister is so deep. When you read her blog, you want to get to know her in person. She's witty, spunky, spiritual and wise beyond her years. She dresses her behind off, loves to read and travel and will still roll through the streets with you and have your back. Many of you get to enjoy her blog....I get to call her my sister for life....SKEE WEE, SOROR. Here are her questions.....Damn....she knows me too well...LOL

You’ve just passed away and learned that God is still on the fence about whether or not you will chill with Him for all of eternity or take the red elevator all the way down to the ground floor (you feel me?). Out of the kindness of His heart, God decides to give you one last chance to persuade Him and allows you 3 minutes to convince Him why He should let you into the pearly gates…what is your argument?

God...I know I have been far from perfect and for this I ask Your forgiveness. Temptations and distractions sidetracked me many times when I was feeling weak or unsure of myself but I always came back to You or sought You out when I knew I was slipping. I always recognized that I would only get this far with You. Even if you choose not to grant me a chance, please know that I never let my shortcomings affect my personal love of You and my faith in You has never wavered. I raised two children to love You and put You first in their lives and I hope for that act, You will grant me access to Your Kingdom.

Tali 1 has left for his freshman year of college and right before his first official break he asks if he can bring his new girlfriend home with him for the week (7 days)…you and Mr. Sixty are reluctant but later agree…and when the day comes you hear his key in the door around the time they are scheduled to arrive…in walks your oldest child, followed closely by his WHITE girlfriend…OHMY, what does Mrs. Sixty do?

I really do believe that Tali 1 would tell me that he was bringing a White young lady home way before she hit the door. If you knew him, you would know that Tali 1 shares EVERYTHING with me. LOL

However, I will go along with your little question....Heffa. :)

I would hide my initial shock and then I would treat her like any other girl that Tali would bring home. I would want to know all about her. When it comes to my sons and the future woman in their lives, I just want to make sure she has a good head on her shoulders, conducts herself like a lady and that she can stand up for herself, keep them in line but still treat them with respect and love. She also has to be able to compliment their personality and have goals. If she doesn't meet THAT criteria, he and I will have a talk when she leaves. My list for a good woman encompasses her character more than her color. Now you need to ask how Mr. 1969 would act.....that's a better question.

You’ve made it to heaven after a very long and full life and Mr. Sixty (who passed a year before you) and “Mr. SeeYouNextLifeTime” are both there waiting to greet you...you have to choose who you spend eternity with and you can only choose one, who do you choose?

Roycee...you know me so well. I struggle with this question all the time internally. Of course, it's a question I probably will face one day but I am confident that God will work this out for me. I can only guess at what will await me in Heaven. Somehow, I dont think it will be ex-boyfriend vs, husband drama. The Big Guy has bigger things in store for me.

I can't choose one cause I don't really know. *sigh* I really don't know.

Alpha Kappa Alpha and Delta Sigma Theta were never founded…but you still have to choose---Sigma Gamma Rho or Zeta Phi Beta? Whatchugonedo Cletus?!?!?

You know, both of these organizations are great ones. Powerful sisters doing powerful things. However....I would have to say that I know more Zeta's and my cousin is a Zeta....so I might have to go to the Blue and White. However, the SGRho's that I do know are cool as heck....shouts out to my girl Jameil1922!

You’ve just learned that you won $50 million dollars but you have to spend it within 24 hours, what do you spend it on (and can I borrow about $500K)?
Easy....split the remaining $49,500,000 into two trust funds for my children and spend the remaining 23 hours enjoying my entire family's company once we landed my charter flight in Trinidad.

Erica B.'s got questions.....

2007-06-19T09:50:00.000-07:00

Erica B is one of those women that make fabulosity look simple. She really can do it all. She is a busy mother of three, a wonderful wife, she can cook her behind off (ask her about her mac and cheese recipe) and she knits and sews. I mean really....she can sew ANYTHING. Go check out her blog if you want proof. She does it ALL and never has a hair out of place. She is one of my style idols and a really good friend.

1. How do you manage to make being a "supermom" look so flawless? Tell us your secrets to success.

I can't believe the Queen of flawless is asking me this question..LOL

I am an event planner at heart. When I started in Hotels, I did all of the high end catering events. $100K and up weddings, Galas, etc. I am used to having to stay organized under pressure. I think I am just used to having a lot on my plate and juggling. The key for me is to have a mental schedule of what I need to get done. I have also learned that some things are NOT a priority. They come off the schedule.
I do admit that the things that tend to get neglected are usually related to my needs. I need a pedicure as we speak! LOL However, I started working out in the morning and I am holding on to that. That is my me time. I am trying to get better at doing more things for me. The key is to learn to say NO to other committments. I still struggle with this....sigh.

2. Would you ever consider leaving the corporate world to become a stay at home mom?

First of all....stay at home mothers are the bomb. They have the hardest jobs in the world.

If I was financially comfortable, I would go back to culinary school and eventually start my own catering business. Absolutely.

However, I enjoy working so much. When I was at home on maternity leave...I was dying to go back to work. I was stir crazy in the house. I enjoy what I do and I enjoy the financial freedom that working gives our family but maybe down the road....?

3. Have you ever contemplated entrepreneurialism, such as event planning or starting a catering business? You'd be fabulous at that.

Erica...I think about this all the time. I would open a catering business. I am working on it!!!

4. You always seem to take everything in stride. Tell us about a situation that has made 1969 lose her cool composure.

Oh wow. I do tend to keep my composure. I really hate women making scenes in public. My mother didn't raise me that way :)

However, I lose my cool all the time. Ask Mr. 1969. He likes to refer to me as Boughetto.....you know Bougie and Ghetto? Two great tastes that work great together?
I am one of those mild mannered looking women that will snap out and punch you in your grill. I have evolved from my days of flipping out on people. I now shut em down like Claire Huxtable. You know, when you dis them with a cutting remark and they don't realize how bad you told them off until you walk away? LOL

But I have been in my share of fights, arguments, tire slashing, etc.....Trust me!

5. Anymore babies? What about a "mini 1969"?

Although the thought of a mini 1969 is attractive (is the world even ready???)....THE BABY MAKING FACTORY IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED (insert Awwwwwwww's right here). Had I started earlier, I would have had another one. At 38 (in July)....we decided that Tali 2 would be the last one. Now I have to see what kind of daughter in laws I get :)

Always Funky Fresh wants to know!

2007-06-18T10:35:00.000-07:00

Fresh is my internet BFF. He really is. That man makes me laugh all day long. I think we share the same warped sense of humor and despite the fact that he went to the 2nd best high school in Brooklyn behind my High School :) he is still cool with me. If you frequent his blog, then you already know that he is a great Father and husband, intelligent as hell but one foot stays in the ghetto! You can tell from these bootleg azz questions...

You and Mr. 1969 are out to dinner at a nice cozy, quaint romantic spot when you notice your girl's husband/boyfriend from across the restaurant enjoying dinner with a woman who is NOT your girl? What do you do? Do you blow up his spot on the way to restroom? Pull out the Blackberry and hit your girl? Mind your business?

I would definitely stop by the table and say "hello" on my way out. I would not blow up his spot in the restaurant, but I would want him to KNOW he was seen. And I would give him the eye (the, "I see you KNEEGROW, you ain't slick" eye). Unless it was one of my two best friends....I would not say anything. I try and stay out of grown folks business for real.

You're stranded on an island with the late great Notorious B.I.G and Big Pun (RIP to both). There's obviously no food left. In order to get off the island, you have to f**k one of them? Which one will it be and why?

Damn....you ain't lying...there would be NO food. I am rolling with Notorious. 1) He's Jamaican...nuff said, 2) he's from Brooklyn so we have a lot in common and 3) he had Charlie Baltimore, Lil Kim and Faith fighting over him so he must have been doing something right. Besides, "he's got enough to feed the needy!"

And for the record, I am still traumatized by Big Pun riding that scooter in that one video, wheezing through all of the verses.

Seems like you and the Mister have a pretty good thing going. We know it isn't always gravy but what's one thing you guys do to keep it going, especially since you claim that romance is dead?

Did I mention that romance is DEAD? LMAO. Seriously, we try and find quiet time for ourselves when we can but it is hard with the Taliban's under your roof. Seek and Destroy! We used to have a date night every Friday that fell to the wayside when Tali 2 came along. We did escape to Tobago during vacation for a nice day to ourselves. But day in and day out it's hard. We need to do better.

What is hard is that we have different views of what romance is. I am trying to get him to talk to me while rubbing my feet as I sip a nice glass of wine. He is trying to watch Sportscenter while his naked stiletto wearing wife brings him a beer and the remote. See the problem? :)

There seems to be a trend with celebrities (Madonna, Jolie) going to Africa to adopt babies. I even saw a special on 20/20 or something about it recently. Do you think white people can raise black children?

I think it is more important for a child to be loved than anything else. If anyone is so unselfish that they are willing to give their time, love and home to raise someone else's baby....why does color matter? I do agree that no one will raise a black child like black parents but hell, we have black parents that aren't instilling a sense of pride in their kids right now. A loving parent is a loving parent. You can learn the rest. And trust, I don't know too many black folks going to Africa to adopt children. It may be a fad but if the kids benefit....I can't hate.

Vanessa Williams offers you $500,000 to sleep with Mr. 1969 for one night. Do you allow it? How about $1 million.......

I take cash, credit cards, money orders and the bank opens at 8:30am. For real. What's her number? I can drop him off......

Ms. Lee asks the Questions....

2007-06-18T04:45:00.000-07:00

So this week, I am answering questions. Every day I will answer five questions from one of my favorite bloggers. Today's five come from Ms. Lee. Ms. Lee is one dynamic and talented sister. We have a lot in common and I can't wait to meet her in person. I hope you check out her blog.

However, she sure is nosy.....here are her questions...

1. The old love of your life shows up on your doorstep. Mr. 1969 says, I know he'll make you happier than I do. So I'll go (and leave T's 1 & 2 with you), if that's what you want. What do you do?

I would never leave Mr. 1969. No matter how much I may still love an old love...he would be just that...an OLD LOVE. Mr. 1969 and I made a committment to each other and the kids. I would never break up our home, no matter how tempting. Besides, Mama Sixtynine always says that "The devil you know is better than the devil you don't know".....Mr. 1969 is all trained, at this stage, I am not trying to break in a new player!

2. You have to give up something you absolutely love for 90 days. What do you give up?

Hmmm....what do I love? TV. Giving up TV for 90 days would be HARD. No Lost? No Heroes? Whew....

3. What is the biggest mistake you've ever made?

Definitely, not understanding the value of money and credit from an early age. I could have owned so much by now if I hadn't squandered so much on shopping, trips, meals, etc. I wish I had that guidance earlier on.

4. You're psychic and know you're going to be stuck on a deserted island. Who are you stuck with? And what three things must you have with you?

I would probably be stuck with my Best Friend. We would laugh for the rest of our lives. As long as we had music, food and some good books.....we would be straight.

5. As a non-Greek, I am unaware of the goings on when pledging (barring School Daze and Stomp the Yard, LOL). So I am curious. Were you hazed? If so, did you ever feel the need to seek revenge? Have you ever met an AKA you didn't like?

For the record, AKA is a non-hazing organization. 1969 pledged 17 years ago. I had MANY trials and tribulations along the way. Pleadging in not an easy process but you are only there by choice. You can choose not be be there at any time. I wouldn't trade that process and experience for anything. I learned more about myself, my strength and my will than I could have ever imagined. I also bonded with my line sisters for life and learned so much about the organization. Anything that was done to me was never done through hate or jealousy. I was never injured or beaten for the hell of it. There was a purpose behind everything...So I never felt the need to seek revenge. I think that many incidents of outright hazing that you hear about or read about happen when you have members that did not go through a tight pledging process...and then they turn around and try to pledge someone else. I have seen all of the movies and NONE are accurate. Don't believe everything you see. Big Sister Almighty was not letting Half Pint sleep with my man :)

And AKA is like anything, there are some you love, some you could live without, some you just don't like. It's like a family. As long as we are able to put petty things aside when we have a job to get done....that's what it's all about. Helping others.
In addition, if there is someone you don't really gel with, we try to be sisterly about it and don't discuss it outside of the family.

You Must LEARN..............

2007-06-15T10:15:00.000-07:00

And as a follow up to the Romance is Dead post....I give you AMADEO's response. Read it and learn young bucks.

Many are called but few are chosen....

2007-06-15T04:52:00.001-07:00

I think the most powerful person in a family is the Father. The Father controls the destiny of his family and especially his children. Mothers are nurturers and they teach you how to love. Fathers shape the person you become. When a son has a father he can respect, he learns to be a man. He learns responsibilty, strength, pride and how to carry himself.

When a woman has a father, she learns how a man is supposed to act. She sees how a man treats a woman with respect, handles his responsibilities, protects his family, works hard, has fun and loves them unconditionally.

When the father is gone.....the kids have to fend for themselves. The woman is lost. The father is the key to our families. You all know that I am struggling to strengthen my bonds with my Father. My mother did a fantastic job, but there is no substitute for a strong black man running your house and teaching you the lessons you need to learn.

Today, I want to wish all of the Dad's out there a very Happy Father's Day. Thank you for everything that you do to make our kids better.

And to Mr. 1969, who is probably the best example of a Father that I know.....thanks for holding us down through my business trips, long hours and sorority meetings. You take care of your sons (and me)and smile doing it. You don't complain and act like parenting is a job. It comes naturally. If my boys grow up to be half the man you are, they'll be blessed. I love you man.

Romance Is Dead

2007-06-13T09:35:00.000-07:00

It is my humble opinion that ROMANCE IS DEAD.

The art of courting, dating, thinking outside of the box is GONE. Heck, even my own husband who started out good (that's probably how he reeled me in) has fallen by the wayside.

And romance is not about expensive gifts.....it's about small gestures. Paying attention to someone's likes and dislikes. Figuring out what it is that makes them smile. Knowing what will brighten their spirits. So many people talk about romance but have no clue.

It's about spoiling someone else, making them feel special, doing something you know they will like but is totally unexpected.

And Romance is not automatically linked to f*cking. Yeah....I said it. Sometimes it's sexy to do things without....gasp....the expectation of getting some in return.
What is your motivation? Is it "what's in it for me?" or do you really want to make that person happy?

I once had someone very romantic in my life. This man had it down. I couldn't begin to talk about the things he would do. More than anything, he listened to me. Even when I wasn't telling the whole story. He read between the lines. He knew me. He knew what I needed before I could even say it.

One time I visited him in NY and we had such a great weekend. He knew I was homesick and as he started driving me back to the train station in Manhattan....I was sitting there talking about how much I hated being in DC, away from home. How I missed him, my family, etc....when I looked up, we were driving to the Holland tunnel. "Where are we going?" "I'm driving you back to DC and spending the night." "You didn't pack any clothes? You have to work tomorrow." "I'll call out sick" "Are you crazy?" "You need me." **sigh**

Put some thought into it people. Think outside the flowers and candy box.

However, there is a fine line between romance and freakiness. Many of you are making that Scooby Doo noise....RuHRoh? Buying someone a thong is not romance, emailing him pictures of your naked azz is not romance. There is a time and place for the freak.
But you have to romance someone and know where it's headed before you unleash the freak. RATION THE FREAK(c) 1969.....don't show all of your tricks on the first go around. Leave a little for down the road. If you are too eager to show WHAT YOU GOT (Bonus points for Nas and Jay in the same post)or talk about it too much....it starts to lose it's shine very quickly.

When I hear some of the stories out there....I am forced to wonder....What happened to romance? Am I just old? Where are the people that say it through actions and not email?

**pouring out the pink champale**

We Don't Need No Education!

2007-06-13T04:26:00.000-07:00

The Philadelphia School system is horrible. I have two young black men that I am trying to raise to take over the world and I live in a city with a substandard school system.

We moved here and I didn't really think about the school system. We moved because we both had career opportunities. When we had our first son, I went into panic mode.
In Brooklyn, my family stressed education above anything else. I went to great schools (shouts out to BTHS and NYU) and worked hard. That was my ticket out of struggling. To be faced with bad educational options with a baby.....was not a good thing.

I started researching schools from the minute he could walk. This is the land of private school....Friend.s S.elect, Ha.verford Boys, Wal.dron Mercy.....there are phenomal private schools in this city....I just REFUSE to pay $18,000 for Kindergarten when I also have another child in daycare.

I started to investigate the Public School system. There had to be one school that I could find for my son. After pouring through the State Test Scores, I kept noticing one school repeatedly came in first. This school was number one in math and reading for the last three years. It's the only Blue Ribbon Public School in Philadelphia.

I started hunting.....why is this school in my neighborhood? How come I've never heard of it? Turns out, it is a small, very select Charter School. While many Charters have teachers that aren't accredited or the schools lose funding.....this school is expanding, is receiving lots of grant money and the teachers are top notch educators. And....The school is run by a SISTER.....

So last night was Tali 1's interview. I was so proud of him. I gave him the "act right or die" speech all morning so he was on his best behavior. He really is the smartest kid alive. I was so proud of him. Not just for answering all of their questions, but for BEHAVING like he had some home training :)

Now we just have to wait to hear if he made it.

Writer's Block sigh

2007-06-11T14:03:00.000-07:00

So after my last few posts....I need a break from sharing all of my personal information....let the mindless banter commence!

I saw this Macy Gray video for "Finally Made Me.Happy". Answer me this, why would you duet with someone that can sing CIRCLES around your behind? Macy Gray and Natalie Cole? What genius thought that was a good idea? NOT GOOD.

How is it that TJ Maxx can sell a Michael Kors dress that I saw at Macy's for $145 for $39.00. I swear....I am a believer in shopping around cause had I bought that at original price, I would have been HOT. (Uh and I did buy it for $39)

Crusty heels. Ladies and gentlemen....get a pedicure. It's that simple.

The picture of Pari.s crying in the squad car? Priceless.

Why was I (a grown azz woman of 37, almost 38, wife and mother of two) up till 11pm last night watching Fade to Black and rapping all the songs word for word? Hov-A, Hov-A....

Hells Kitchen....the crying, fainting dude needs to go home now!

Tali 2 told his daddy "Cut it out Old Man". ROTFLMAO!!!!!

Tali 1 has his final interview with the school we really want him to go to in the Fall. Wish us luck.

You ever just know that you are destined to be friends with someone from day one?

MEN at the pool or beach with back hair is NOT cute. If we have to wax, so do you. Ole bigfoot, sasquatch looking.......

I am adventurous with trying new things.....I don't get people who just hate things but have never tried them.

I need to hit the beach soon.....

Guess Who's Coming To Brunch?

2007-06-11T05:01:00.000-07:00

So as we start down the road to dating, things are heating up. 1969 is starting to like the future Mr. 1969 and vice versa....he invites me to spend Easter weekend at his house and to meet his mama and family.

So we get up there, things are going smoothly. Easter Sunday, the two of us head off to church. His mom had gone to sunrise service so she could stay home and cook. Of course, we both looked extra sharp when we left and we enjoyed a great service. (Two years later, we would be married in this same church).

So when we get back home, I can smell the Easter ham and all of the cousins are over.
I walk in and start chit chatting with the cousins. Just as they were getting up to leave....Mr. 1969's mom comes in the room. "Lawd....I don't know what to do? I wasn't really thinking and she has a gift for me...."

So Mr. 1969 asks his mom what's wrong...."While you were at church, Puerto Rico called." The whole room gets quiet.

"Puerto Rico......She's here? Why is she here?.....What did you tell her?"

"I didn't know what to say. She said she was in town for the Holiday to visit friends. She had a gift for me and wanted to stop by to drop it off. I knew 1969 was here but I couldn't say no, it would have been rude. I didn't know what to say?"

Mr. 1969 starts to look nervous. All of the cousins are quiet.

Now Puerto Rico was THE GIRLFRIEND. She dated Mr. 1969 for three years, all through college. Despite him cheating on her repeatedly, she stuck it out with him until she finally started cheating. Of course, he then dumped her and said she broke his heart. A totally dysfunctional relationship very typical of college.

So he looks at me and says..."What do you want me to do?"

So of course, the gracious lady that I am...I say that I have no problems with her coming over to say hello.

All of his cousins who were leaving start laughing and saying "We ain't going NOWHERE now!!!"

So about 30 minutes later, in walks a triumphant Miss Puerto Rico. She didn't really notice me when she first came in. She was all decked out in her Easter finest. I can see how she thought it would go down. The beautiful ex-girlfriend walks back into town, shows up unexpectedly and sweeps a lonely Mr. 1969 off his feet again.....SCREEEEEECH

He walks her over to me and introduces her to his "Girlfriend, 1969". I stared her right in the eye, extended my hand and said "So nice to meet you, you're the one from College right?" :)

Her whole face looked crestfallen but she was a trooper, she sucked it all in and was very sweet. Said hello and gave the mom the gift. Of course, the food is ready so the COUSINS invite her to stay and eat. Meanwhile they are in the kitchen asking me if I'm going to beat her down. LOL

So instead of this heffa saying "No, I'm not hungry" she stays to eat with us. Then to top it off, she asks Mr. 1969 if he wants to see pictures of her sisters baby. He says sure. In every picture...Why is she in a string bikini on the beach holding the baby????? LMAO

She had her game down pat. I know if I wasn't there, it might have been on like popcorn. Mr. 1969 is so nervous through all of this. He keeps coming over to me and asking me if everything is okay. I smile and say sweetly "Of course. Are YOU okay?"
He keeps saying "Why won't she leave?" The cousins are loving every minute of watching his azz sweat and his sisters are next to me snapping on her. I swear it was like an episode of Good Times.

Eventually, she realizes that it's time to go. He asks me if he can walk her to the car....I smile sweetly and say "Of course". He walks her outside and comes back in in five minutes.

As soon as he walks in, he collapses on the chair and all of us break out laughing.
Poor Mr. 1969, he was stressed out.

Then we all start cutting up...."Can you believe she stayed? What was up with the pictures? She knows she was trying to come back like BAM....she got her damn feelings hurt."

Later that night.....Mr. 1969 and I went for ice cream and we sat by the waterfront and talked. He told me he had only dated girls that liked drama. He wasn't used to anyone that exhibited the class I had shown that day. He thought I would snap out in his mom's house and he was just dreading the whole scenario. I smiled sweetly and told him that he didn't invite her, she probably left devastated and that I was the one staying, she eventually had to leave. We hugged and the relationship probably turned a corner after the Miss Puerto Rico incident.

He didn't know his future wife was always only one second away from knocking that BEYOTCH out.

"You ain't gettin paid....you ain't knockin boots..."

2007-06-07T10:08:00.000-07:00

"Hi Babe, what's up? You in Brooklyn?"

"Do you know a girl named Jamaica?"

"Yeah... That's the chick I broke up with right before I met you."

"Well, your ex-girlfriend just called my mother's house in Brooklyn to let me know that she is NOT your ex."

"Why would she call your mom's house?"

"I don't know. All I do know is you need to get a handle on your ho's REAL QUICK. I don't know who you think I am or what you're used to dealing with but I don't DO drama. I try to conduct myself like a lady. I don't deal with other women's men. I am used to being courted by gentlemen that want the pleasure of my company. I am NOT going to play WHO'S MAN IS HE with one of your stunts." (Yes, I said this. Mr. 1969 can quote it and often does when re-telling the story..LMAO...I swear I need my own sitcom.)

"I don't know how she got your number. I haven't seen her or talked to her in over two months."

"Well she had my MOTHER's number and she said she got it from your wallet. You had to have seen her after we met. I don't have time to get into details and I don't care about the details."

"But I haven't seen her in two months."

"Look.....you and I just met. I am sure there are lots of loose ends that you need to tie up if we are going to move forward in any way. So how about you don't call me anymore and you take some time to get your house in order...cause you are not ready for me to get your house in order for you....it won't be pretty."

"Wait...I know you're mad but for real....I broke up with that chick two months ago. I'm in PA and she's in Queens. You know I've been up here. You've talked to me almost everyday at my house. I swear to God, on my mom, I haven't seen her. I don't even carry your mom's number in my wallet. Damn....I only have your mom's number cause you left me a message on my voicemail this morning. You never gave me your mom's number before today right?"

Hmmmmmmmmm. And the chick called me from Queens today (I saw her number on the Caller ID) so she can't be at his house. How did she get the number?

Do you know we found out (due to her calling him later to say...Ha ha...I called your new girlfriend) that Jamaica had his voicemail code and had been steady checking his messages for the last two months? So when I left the message for him to call me, I was leaving for Brooklyn....she got the number that morning and called to find out who I was? These chickenheads are CRAZY! (But so devious....I admit I have to respect her gangsta...LOL)

So Mr. 1969 actually escaped the Miss Jamaica episode with me by his side and the relationship started to progress.....the next episode would be about two months later.....Miss Puerto Rico....stay tuned kids, I couldn't make this mess up if I tried.........

This is Mrs. Biggs......what the hell is going on?

2007-06-07T05:00:00.000-07:00

So one weekend I leave Maryland and head home to NYC for the weekend.

When I walk in the door of my mom's house....she says "Thank God you're here. Someone called and said they found your wallet at Grand Central Station."

I am taken aback. "How could they find my wallet at Grand Central Station? I drove home."

So my mom says...."Check your bag? Maybe you dropped it and somebody picked it up."

I go in my bag and my wallet is in there. The whole thing sounds strange but I ignore it and start eating some good home cooked food.

The phone rings and I pick it up.....Some lady is on the line and she is telling me that she found my wallet. So she starts interrogating me...."Is your name 1969?"
"Yes" "You live in Brooklyn?" HOLD UP. RED FLAG.

So now I say to this chick..."Who are you? How did you get my number and what do you want?"

So this woman starts telling me that she is dating Mr. 1969. She is his girlfriend.
She found my number in his wallet and she wants to know what is going on.

Now she must not know 'bout me. I don't play games. I am GROWN. Even back then I was GROWN. Hell...I've been GROWN for all my life. I came out the womb GROWN.

My response was..."If you are his girlfriend, you need to call your man. Ask him the questions you are asking me. As for you calling my house....you called here unauthorized. I did not give you this number. This is my mother's house. How dare you call my mother and involve her in some concocted story. That is called Fraud and I will call the police immediately if you ever call and disrespect my mother's home ever again. I don't even LIVE here. How old are you sweetheart?"

"Uh...25"

"25? Well I am far older than you and my time for engaging in prank calling people's houses and trying to find out where my man is has passed. I have a very low tolerance for bullsh*t. What's your name?"

"Uh....Jamaica"

"Okay, well look here Jamaica, where are you from?"

"Uh....Queens"

"Well Jamaica....I am not from Queens but since I now have your number on my caller id...I will have no problem finding out exactly where you live. I suggest you forget you ever found my number cause I am not the one you would ever want to meet unexpectedly. You understand me?"

"Uh....Okay."

CLICK.

All this and I hadn't given Mr. 1969 any azz yet..................One guess who my next call was to?

to be continued

What we gonna do right here is go back.......

2007-06-06T05:23:00.000-07:00

When I graduated from college, I moved to DC. I have lived in DC, Baltimore and Columbia, Maryland. I loved living in Maryland the most. Columbia was such a great and convenient place to live. My Target was down the street, my mall was up the street. Life was simple and good. Unfortunately, I had no social life. I couldn't get into men in that area. I was a Brooklyn girl with Trini roots.
I needed some culture. I needed to meet a cool thug nerd.

One day while I was working in my Hotel ( I was the Director of Catering at the time), I looked across the lobby and saw this cutie. He was standing across from me talking to a bunch of guys. I checked the style...the face...the whole package but kept moving. I work in a hotel, I see cute strangers all day long. I didn't really pay him any mind.

That weekend was two weeks before Christmas. We had Holiday parties jumping off left and right. I was running around making sure everything was straight. I kept seeing a whole bunch of black men in the hotel. Highly uncommon in Columbia, MD. I asked the desk agent what was going on and she replied that we had a Flag Football tournament staying with us. About ten teams. So this weekend brothers were everywhere. I still was in work mode and didn't pay most of them too much attention despite the "Hey, Shorty's" I was getting from all angles. (sidenote....Brothers...that ish is NOT attractive, okay?)

So I got a call on my radio that there were a "BUNCH of dudes eating food off the food buffets we just set up outside of the Ballroom". GREAT. So I head up to the ballroom and sure enough....there were about five football guys trying to eat food off a buffet we had just set up for this Holiday party. As I start walking up to them, I hear one of them saying "Ya'll are some trifling azzez. Stop stealing food". I look over...it's the GUY. You know....the cutie from the lobby.

So I start laughing and tell them that if they didn't pay for it....they need to step back. The cutie tries to help me and eventualy we all start laughing. I promise to save them some cheesecake after the event.

The cutie starts telling me that he and his boys are here for the football tournament but looking for something to do that night. I recommend a few DC spots and a few B'more spots. In Columbia....the only club is the Silver Shadow and that was not their style. LOL

We parted ways. The next day, I am talking to one of the banquet guys and he says "Don't look now but some man is coming up behind you". I turn around and sure enough....it's the cutie. He's all sweaty, in full football gear and it's only about 9am. He thanked me for the club recommendations and informed me that his team had already played two games for the morning. They lost one and won one. So I made small talk and walked away. He was cute....but I was so focused on work, I wasn't really thinking anything. I just thought he was being cordial.

About fifteen minutes later, I am decorating a table for a Bar Mitzvah and he walks by in some swim trunks....flexing.....headed to the pool and waves. I start cracking up with my co-workers. They are like...."Yeah. Your boy is trying to show you what he's working with..." I mean, we laughed for a good twenty minutes at how subtle dude was. LMAO.

The next morning was Sunday. I only came in to check on a Brunch and was leaving. Again, while I am standing there fixing something....someone taps my shoulder. I turn around and it's him again. So he tells me they came in fifth in the tourney. He starts making small talk. This dude is talking my ear off and I am working. I look down and notice he's holding a pen. So after he KEEPS talking.....I finally say to him (getting ALL Brooklyn, now that I think about it...) "So, Do you want my number or what cause I have to go?"

He started laughing and says..."I was about to ask you if you could have just waited a minute. Damn girl." His smooth persona faded to black and I saw something....a slight "take no mess" side. I liked it. We exchanged numbers and I left work about 30 minutes later.

As soon as I walked in my house....the phone rang. It was him....he said that before he left to head back home....he wanted to take me out for lunch. I said yes.

That is how I met Mr. 1969.

Foundations

2007-06-05T03:46:00.001-07:00

So I was chatting with the BK Diva yesterday (she has a great new fitness blog....ya'll need to check it out). We were laughing about children's graduations and how crazy the parents dress the kids and themselves. This got me to thinking about women and what they wear. I would be doing a disservice to my readers if I did not share some Trinidadian wisdom.

Whenever I would go out somewhere nice, not in my regular jeans and tshirt, my mom would always tell me to make sure I had on some "Foundation undergarments". Now you may ask....what the hell is that? It's okay......I asked too.

My mother clarified it by saying that no one wants to "see all yuh drawers" when you are wearing your clothes. Underwear is UNDER ware. Get it? Got it? Good.

So ladies, when you are wearing white pants? The red lacy thong is a no-no. How about a pair of smooth, underwear in the color of your skin? You can wear a thong, a boyshort, whatever....just make sure it's seamless and flesh colored.

When you are wearing a tshirt.....no one wants to see the lumpy bra with all the designs on it under your clothes. Every single manufacturer makes their own version of the t-shirt bra. You will have a smooth silhouette. Nice.

If you are wearing low rise jeans.....we don't want to see your drawers every time you bend over (at least I don't, sorry guys). They make LOW RISE thongs. Come on.
Let the men guess a little....they don't need to see your polka dot raspberry thong and the tag sticking out of your azz crack.

Hell, even Ms. Knowles and Ms. Alba have a pair of Span.x sewn into all of their evening wear. Why? Not because they aren't in shape.....because they want a smooth silhouette.

Get the foundations right.....another 1969 public service announcement for my sisters. (Don't say I don't care).

Monday morning...

2007-06-04T07:41:00.000-07:00

The graduation was so cute. Each little class sang a song or recited a poem and then they each had their names called out and they walked across the stage and got their diplomas. Since my digital camera is dead....we had to use a regular camera (oh the horror) so now I can't post a picture until I finish an entire roll of film. *sigh*
What did we do before all of this technology? Anyway, we celebrated with ice cream and he was very proud (so were we)!

As I predicted, work is heating up so this week may be hectic. I have a boat load of projects to finish. My time management skills will be put to the test but I am going to get through it and come out on top. If I can make everything happen, it will be great. I just have to get cracking and stay off these blogs :) If you see me anywhere, tell my behind to get back to work.

I am looking forward to my first day of summer hooky next month. I usually take a weekday off and head to the beach with my buddies. That way, we get to enjoy a day off with no kids. You should all try it. It's like cutting class in High School all over again.

Will post more later....back to the grindstone.

Don't you carry nothing.....

2007-06-01T08:12:00.000-07:00

I am so looking forward to the weekend. It's been a week of revelations for me. At work, I have crossed a point where the "trial" part is gone and I am now engrossed in the "Director" role. No more kid gloves. I have to step up and make changes around here and it is not going to be comfortable. Some people are used to the old way of doing things so they will have to follow kicking and screaming or get cut. Expect some interesting posts in the near future.

Would post more....but I am heading off to watch my baby boy "graduate" from Daycare as he prepares for Kindergarten in the fall. He has to Sing "Ease on Down the Road"..in his cap and gown. Should be fun. **grabbing the Kleenex**

Have a great weekend....

Yes, I am talking about se.x

2007-05-31T05:22:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago, 1969 and her office posse of Brown people (four of us) went out for drinks afterwork. Three women in their 30's and our young buck little brother who is a whopping 23 and thinks he knows everything.

So we start enjoying some beverages and he tells us about this new chick he is phone macking from How.ard. So we ask him how far he has gotten with the young lady.

He tells us that he has been talking to her on the phone but he was slated to visit her over Memorial Day weekend and he was pretty sure "the deed" would be going down.
So we asked him what tricks he was going to pull out of his arsenal. That boy said ..."I don't need any tricks. I am me." After a full three seconds of dead quiet...**crickets chirping**....all three of us burst out laughing.

He proceeded to tell us that he would not perform any oral activities the first time out and that he doesn't need to.

Now you know, three grown azz women had to get all in his business (but we are all cool like that so it's okay). He claimed that it's against his beliefs. WHAT?

So my question is....your beliefs allow you to stick other parts in but you cant do oral?

So after we challenged his beliefs, we had to ask if it was okay for her to do it to him? Of course, it was......

Now I am gonna assume it was because he is a young buck but dayum. What's up with that? Now I remember back in the day when brothers would swear to Big Baby Jebus that they didn't do "IT" but would get behind closed doors and .....LOL

Are these stigma's still out there? I know I am asking the right people....cause ya'll are all nasty. Seriously, as wild as these kids are, we were shocked that he had this puritent kind of mentality. I am all for making sure the individual is legit before engaging in safe activities but he really was like "I just won't do that PERIOD."

I will say that the three of us advised him that if he was a true mack....he would go up there, just give her the oral of her life and then break out. LOL (Mr. 1969 agreed.)

I'll leave this one open to the forum....what things won't you do? Do Rules Exist for you when dating or is it all fair game?

To Do List

2007-05-30T05:41:00.000-07:00

"The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have."

Today is one of those days I dreaded getting up. I have several really important meetings and i feel like I am drowning in projects and falling behind. I may have to pull a few late nights this week to keep my head above water. Thank God for Mr. 1969 and his support. He will hold the fort down at home so I can catch up to my responsibilities.

Every now and then, I have to think about re-organizing my priorities to make way for some blessings. If I am too busy doing all kinds of things....I might miss out on a friend, a new opportunity, a free smile, a really good idea or some emotional support.

I would hate to think I am too busy for all of that goodness because I am stuck in a meeting or trying to make a deadline.

Have a great one....

Cook out etiquette

2007-05-29T05:20:00.000-07:00

I have high expectations when it comes to Barbeques/cookouts.

For me, a standard cookout should serve at least the following:

Hot Dogs (Grilled and slightly charred)
Burgers (the homemade kind are better than the pre-packaged patties)
Chicken (clean, seasoned, nicely grilled with barbeque sauce)
Potato Salad (must be made with celery, relish, Hellman's mayo somewhere in your recipe)
Baked Beans (brown sugar, hint of onion...)
Fruit Salad or Watermelon.

I can pass on anything else but if you have these basic items, I am straight.
So when I show up at your cookout and you are missing any of these? 1969 is heading home to eat. It's like sacrilige.

Ghetto cookouts are the worst. You know, they tell you the cookout starts at 2pm....you get there at 4pm and they still haven't heated up the grill?

They are taking meat and chicken out of the packs and just throwing it on the grill?
No seasoning, no cleaning, etc?

The drinks aren't cold. They have one bag of ice for 100 drinks.

**sigh**

Not everyone needs to entertain. If you can't cook.....don't. Just order some pizza and keep it moving people.

Can you tell I ended up somewhere I shouldn't have this weekend?

The Good News....

2007-05-24T07:19:00.000-07:00

The Good News is....

one of my meetings today was cancelled.

The Bad News is....

Strategy meeting has been moved up and it's gonna be a doozy.

The Good News is.....

Lost was SUPERFANTASTIC last night

The Bad News is....

We have to wait until Feb 2008 for the next new episodes (AnonymousNupe....holla at your girl on the episode last night!)

The Good News is....

I have been sticking to my exercise routine.

The Bad News is....

I have been sneaking donuts...shhh! Ya'll know I can't say no to frosting.

The Good News is....

The View was actually interesting yesterday after that fight!

The Bad News is....

The only reason I would ever watch it, is to see a fight.

The Good News is....

the daughter of a former NY Giant is the new American Idol.

The Bad News is....

I only glanced at the show to see if Paula's nose was chipped from her fall...LMAO

The Good News....

Mr. 1969 got the JOB

The Bad News....

There is none :)

Wednesday's Musings

2007-05-23T06:23:00.001-07:00

Clog shoes are so ugly. I don't care how comfortable they are....they are hideous. Unless you are a five year old girl....you should not have these on. And on boys or men? Oh heck no.

The new birth control pill that stops your period. I know ladies, it sounds attractive but aren't you supposed to have a period for a reason? It's nature. Ten years from now when folks are getting uterine cancer and they don't know why.....mmm...hmmm

Can Par.is just go to jail already? DAMN!

Who watches "Dancing With The Stars"?

I think some major stuff is gonna go down at my Strategy meeting tomorrow. Someone is gonna get in trouble and it ain't me :)

Revlon Lip Gloss in Raisin Glaze is the truth for brown girls....thanks Tia!

50 is retiring from rap music? Is anyone mourning the loss?

Who are ya'll voting for? Obama or Hilary? or hell, Al Gore? LOL

Does it matter as long as Bush is gone?

Margaritas on the rocks with salt.....YUM. (But the last hangover is still fresh in my head....ouch)

T2's new thing is having me kiss boo-boos. If he finds a scratch, I have to kiss it like five times. Mother's deserve awards for this stuff. Kissing scabs is YUCKY.

Are skinny jeans gone yet?

Is anyone else mad that Angelina Jolie is playing Marianne Pearl in that new movie or is it just me? Can a brown person get a brown person's role?

I need a Rita's Mango Water Ice........

and for the record....Heroes was a great show all season and then showed the weakest season finale ever. Lost started the season weak and will make up for it tonight with a killer finale. Go Figure.

How bout them Mets? :)

Another Hotel Adventure-

2007-05-22T05:43:00.001-07:00

So one day, 1969 was working the weekend shift. Ra.ge against the Machine and The Wu Ta.ng Clan were performing together on tour and both acts were staying at our upscale hotel.

That night, I get a call on the radio about "damage and groupies". I get up to the Wu's floor and there is a line outside of the suite with a whole slew of underaged girls. All ethnicities, dressed in hoochie attire. These heffas looked like somebody's 12 year old daughter playing dress-up. As I start walking down the hallway....the suite door opens, a cloud of smoke comes out (I swear) and out comes one of the Wu's (name withheld to protect the guilty) who is naked and holding a towel around his waist...

He shouts out into the hall..."If you ain't here to f*ck then GO the F*ck home" and takes one of the girls and walks back into the room.

OKAY....

So I come down the hall while calling security on the radio. I let all of these young ladies know that unless they can produce an ID with their age, they will be escorted off the premises. Most of them had no ID, so we rounded them up and walked them out. I wished I could have called some mommas. Little Becky and Uniqua needed an azz whoopin.

So as I am chasing these girls out....I get a 911 alert on my radio and rush up to the other suite. The other group had thrown a chair out of the window into the courtyard. Are you fr.eakin kidding me?

Needless to say....the next morning when they left and housekeeping got into those rooms we almost had a revolt. All I remember is one of the latina houskeepers telling me "Mami. You no pay me enuf money to clean dat nasty sh*t okay? You look at it. I not a dog. No Perro aqui, okay?"

**sigh**

Summertime

2007-05-21T07:22:00.000-07:00

Summer is in the air. My favorite season. When you are born on a tropical island in July, you can't help but love summer.

I have been waiting all year for the sunshine and heat to return. This weekend will kick off the beginning of summer for many. We are not heading out in all of that crazy traffic....but we will be grilling and chilling at Chateau 1969 and taking the kids to the Aquarium and to a few street festivals.

Mr. 1969 just finished a fourth interview this morning with the RVP of the new company. It went really well and he should be hearing from them by the end of the week. I am praying that he gets this job because 1) he's perfect for it, 2) the salary is GREAT and 3) he is bored out of his mind at home.

As for your girl, I am enjoying the sunshine, doing what I do. I am currently obsessed with the food network again after a long hiatus and saw a few really good ideas yesterday. Ni.gella was serving up some great breakfast recipes. I mean, what's not to love about strawberry cheesecake pancakes? WOW. Wouldn't that be a great item to serve at a brunch?

I will be saving that one in my arsenal.

Enjoy the sunshine today people. We'll chat later.

P.S. Mets took 2 out of 3 in the Subway matchup. What's up haters?

Overheard in the 1969 house last night....

2007-05-18T05:14:00.001-07:00

1969 comes in the house and gives T1 a big hug that he can't escape from.
He starts laughing because he can't escape and 1969 starts giving him kisses all over his face.

T1: Mom, are you trying to get sexy with me?

(Record scratching.................................)

1969: What does sexy mean T1?

T1: You know....when girls love boys alot.

1969: Oh. Well, I think sexy is a grown up word.

T1: But it's not a BAD word right?

1969: It's not a BAD word but it's a word that grown ups can use. It's not really for kids. Maybe you can say mommy LOVES you alot?

T1: Okay, but I like sexy better.

Pray for 1969 ya'll.

TAG, I'm it!

2007-05-17T05:48:00.000-07:00

And I see I've been tagged by my homeboy, Fresh.

Before I answer, I just have to say that Fresh is one of the coolest individuals I have never met. For real. If our paths ever cross, watch out, we will probably snap on your outfits, get drunk, eat some jerk chicken, go shopping and then take over your corporation. He's good people.

So I have to answer 5 things I obsess out. Only five? Damn. I obsess over almost everything. I am a planner by nature so everything needs to be planned out. Hence the obsessing :)

Okay **breathe** here we go:

1. My Health.

1969 was a hottie back in the day. I used to eat everything under the sun, never work out and still remained a size 4. Tall and skinny. I could have given some of those Top Model girls a run for their money. Then came T1 and a 54 pound pregnancy. Did you hear me? 54 pounds. T1 was 9 lbs but that other 45 lbs was all stuck on your girl. A year passed and I got it down to about 20 pounds but I slowly realized that the weight was NOT coming off. It was gonna take work. Major work. So I started to eat healthier and exercise. Just when I started making progress, I had T2. I had to start all over. So although it's an ongoing thing I agonize about (like most women), I have made tremendous strides and I am on the road to maintaining my fabulousness.
I plan on being that MILF mom at the soccer games, Holla!

2. My Style.

Call me shallow, but I like to look a certain way. I am a t-shirt and sweats girl at heart and will rock a pair of sneakers like no bodies business. However, no matter what, I like to have a certain look. I like to look "effortlessly chic". Stylish without the "I tried too hard today" aura surrounding me. I make an effort to always leave the house looking pulled together. I learned a long time ago, that when you are dressed, you feel your best and at work I believe in dressing for the job you want not the job you have. Doesn't always have to be expensive....just pulled together.

3. My Family.

This is a given. I am Wonder Woman. I take care of my loved ones and obsess about it. Hell, it's my LIFE obsession and won't ever go away. I sit in meetings wondering if T2 had his jacket on when I dropped him to school, I call and schedule doctor's appointments when I am grocery shopping. I remember an entire list of details for everyone and forget mine. In short, I am a mom.....it's my job to obsess.

4. LOST

Now you guys know I am a Lost fan. I now find myself on websites reading all of the geek theories. **sigh** I may be beyond saving at this point.

5. COOKBOOKS/KITCHEN GADGETS

I collect them. I have shelves devoted to them. I actually use them. I am a kitchen junkie.

Now let me go tag some folks.....

I Think!

2007-05-17T05:19:00.000-07:00

I was nominated as a Thinking Blogger by this lovely individual.

I found out that it means I am supposed to cough up five great blogs that I read.
I know I could pick my usual suspects, the ones I read everyday that most of you are already fans of....but instead, I will try and give some other folks a little shine.

I love Go Fug Yourself and read it every day. These ladies critique Hollywood outfits and their commentary is usually DEAD ON. I laugh so much at the outfits but even more at their critiques.

Stereohyped is my newest obsession. It is a black blog for entertainment, political commentary, etc. It is only a few weeks old, but I am already hooked. Check it out!

For my Trinidadian commentary, I am hooked on the Manicou report. I catch up on the views of a young Trinidadian and enjoy his great writing.

For superb Trinidadian food recipes, I check out TriniGourmet. Not only is she gorgeous, the gyal can cook!

And if you really know me, you know that I spend a lot of time here or here.

Have a great day!

Flashback

2007-05-16T06:07:00.000-07:00

I am swamped today at work but wanted to leave you with one of my all time favorites.
This one is for the Brooklyn massive :)

Stepping Up To The Plate....

2007-05-15T04:43:00.000-07:00

The Regional VP will be here today so your girl 1969 got up at 5am, did the power workout, came home....showered, got dressed and put on her corporate best.

I treated myself to an extra hot, nonfat, Caramel Macchiato (No Dunki.n today) and a multi grain bagel. I am in before 7:30am and geared up. I am on my game.

Last time he was here, he hit me with a whole bunch of questions that I had no answers for. This time, I am ready for him.

I have a really good friend that weighed over 300 pounds. She had severe asthma and chronic knee pain. Two years ago, she underwent gastric bypass surgery. She has since lost about 125 pounds. She wants to lose another 25-30 pounds and has been doing a great job of walking and eating healthy. We worked out together this morning and for real, she inspired me.

She didn't like something in her life and she decided to make a change. She committed herself to doing better. It's not all perfect, but she is still trying.
She celebrated the day she was able to walk into an Old Navy and buy a pair of jeans. Small things are a huge victory for her.

So today, when I have to face the big cheese....I am going to be confident. If she can take on her entire life, I can surely handle the VP of my region.

The Weekend Review

2007-05-14T05:32:00.000-07:00

Hope everyone had a great weekend celebrating Mother's Day with the mom in your life or being pampered for being the great Mom that you are.

I spent my weekend doing some good deeds. On Saturday, I cooked curry chicken, peas and rice and stewed cabbage for a really good friend of mine to bring over to her Mother's house for Mother's Day. We had fun in the kitchen and I think she may be able to make it herself next time. She called last night to say that her mom loved the meal, so that made me feel good. In addition, a few people heard that I was cooking for her and asked me if they could hire me to cook for them. Hmmm....note to self. I will have to start to really think about this. I have kicked around my catering business idea for so long. I may have to step this up. Stay tuned.

I woke up on Mother's Day and participated in the Breast Cancer R.ace for the Cure. There was a great turnout and hopefully, lots of money was raised.

When I came home, my boys gave me cards, made me some lunch and took me out for ice cream. We ended up at the playground and had a great afternoon enjoying the weather.
Just spending the day laughing at my kids was perfect.

This week will be busy. My Regional VP will be in to check up on me this week. That should be interesting. Mr. 1969 has a 3rd callback interview on Thursday for a great job. I can't really complain but hey, the week is young!

Hope everyone had a great weekend. Sorry for the randomness. Later.

The Definition Of Love

2007-05-11T05:17:00.000-07:00

I am inspired today by a great blogger. He's so great, I don't even want to share. LOL. I want to keep him all to myself. But today he wrote a post about Stevie Wonder and more so, it was a tribute to his Father and to love. He said that love is gangster not all whispers and softness.

This got me to thinking about love in general and I have to agree with him.

Listen closely......LOVE IS NOT FOR PUNKS.

You can't half step when you are in love. You can't love like you are afraid to get hurt. Love is about emotion and feeling. You have to put yourself out there. Yes, love is vulnerable. You may get hurt but you may also fly.

To experience all of the excitement and true passion....you have to want it. You sometimes have to fight to be heard. You have to sometimes admit defeat to learn a lesson.

It is not always easy. The road to something worth having is never easy. But when you finally get to love, you know you have earned it. You savor it. You feel a sense of serenity and calmness take over your spirit when you are in the presence of that person. It's beautiful.

And to stay in that state....sometimes you will have to check each other when you are slacking off. Reality will try to test your love. For it to work, you each have to want it. You have to communicate. You have to stay in the other person's face and tell them what is working and what isn't. If you say it with love and your partner is mature enough to handle it....it will only make the love stronger.

Musiq is putting his heart out there in this new song that you are listening to on my blog today. I am feeling this song. It's hard for a man to admit what he is singing about. That is real. Teach Me How To Love.

And the true definition of love is this woman....my mom.

She has never given up on me, she has stayed in my face and gotten grimy when she needed to but still offered me a shoulder to cry on when I was weak. She is the definition of love. Happy Mother's Day to her and to all of the moms out there. Teach Us How To Love.

Paying the Piper

2007-05-10T06:52:00.000-07:00

So last night, me and my girls went out. We were celebrating Jen's birthday. She loves to Salsa dance so we ended up suprising her by going to salsa night at North.by.Northwest in G.ermantown. The food was mediocre at best. The service was meh. But the drinks were flowing, the music was great and we all danced the night away.

Unfortunately, I consumed one too many alcoholic beverages and I am hurting this morning. Not even Starbucks is working. I already took some aspirin, drank some water...I am too old for this mess! Not to mention I have a meeting to run at 3pm.

Then I have to go home and celebrate this man's birthday.....

I need all of your hangover cures. Should I eat something? Not eat? Oh damn....we are having lunch at Chili's today. I may end up hurling in a bathroom. UGH!

Pray for me....

Would I lie to you?

2007-05-09T05:16:00.000-07:00

Do you ever judge yourself?

You know, when you sit and do a complete self assesment of where you are, how you are behaving, your life...period?

I tend to do this alot. I find myself thinking about my actions, what I could be doing better, how I can be a better person. I know I am FAR from perfect. Hell, I am flawed as hell. I do the best I can and sometimes I slip up. Sometimes, I get out of pocket and I need to check myself.

I don't always say I am sorry to people but I do say it to the CREATOR. I have to hope that is enough sometimes.

I am stubborn. I like to call it being tenacious. Whenever you look up Cancer's horror-scope, it says things like "moody" and "tenacious". That is code for evil and stubborn. LOL

I am a highly opinionated individual. My opinions are not always good. Sometimes, I am judgemental. But see, I know these things. They make me who I am.

I don't trust people easily. My friend FRESH says that it's cause I am from NY. It makes me feel like folks always have an ulterior motive. He may be on to something. I still think I feel that way because many people are shady to the core.

Either way, I do take note of these traits on the self-assessment.

My friends say I judge myself too harshly. I still do it. Why? Because I know that they don't always know how my mind works. I may say the right thing and do the rght thing but in my head....I am cursing people out and wishing they would just go away.

My thing is this.....you can lie to others.....you can't lie to yourself. What are your faults?

Confessions of a Nerd

2007-05-08T04:55:00.000-07:00

I have known that I am a Nerd for a long time. Growing up, I would rather read a book than go outside to play. I would spend hours reading my encyclopedia's (this was before internet people...remember, I am old!)and fill my head with random facts.

We would watch Jeopardy at dinner and I would know most of the answers (unless the category was Opera or some other craziness). In 6th grade, I came in 4th in the Daily N.ews NYC Spelling Bee.

My high school was highly competetive. You had to pass an entrance exam and score in the top five percent to get in. I made it. It was at this school where I found my fellow nerds. We were nerds but still cool. I had a haven to express my nerdiness.

I was a sports geek. I loved the Giants and the Mets (still do). I knew stats, ERA's, yards gained. To this day, I probably know more about football than most men and have won more football pools than I can remember.

I read comic books. I am an X-men fanatic. Wolverine is my favorite hero cause he kicks azz.

I love horror movies and will watch them late at night since Mr. 1969 HATES them. LOL

I love sudoku, I love GAMES magazine, I love puzzles.

My favorite tv shows are LOST and HEROES. I TIVO them when I am out of town.

In short, I am a nerd. My friend Jen calls me the "CHIC GEEK".

Since you all have been reading this blog so faithfully, I figured you should know what you're dealing with.

These are my confessions....

She's a maniac.....

2007-05-07T07:46:00.000-07:00

The weekend was so busy, I am almost glad to be back at work where I can rest...LOL

Friday night, I was part of a "Women Entrepreneurs " event. My best friend was the keynote speaker and she was fabulous. (I expected nothing less). I am so proud of her as a mom and business owner. She really is inspiring.

I also got to spend time with a good friend who had a baby recently. She is another working mom who holds it down. She is a brilliant attorney, gorgeous and has a beautiful daughter. Awe inspiring indeed.

Saturday I woke up and attended a service project counseling teenagers on well....teenaged stuff. We talked about sex, HIV prevention, sexually transmitted diseases, abstinence, self esteem, etc. It was a great program. Our kids need help for real! Some of the questions and discussions were EYE opening. We are failing our youth in a major way. Each of you can be a mentor to someone. All you need is a few hours a week. You really can make a difference in someone's life.

Sunday, I got up and worked out. Took my son out roller skating and ended up at a street festival. Barbequed later that day and relaxed with the hubby.

Yeah...I could talk about doing too much but it's just a part of who I am. When I am sitting still, I feel like I could be doing something. I just can't win.

Mr. 1969 has a 2nd interview today (right now actually) for a great job. Say some prayers for us!!! I think the job is one that he would be excellent at. It's also close to home....no commute.

Wish us luck and have a great week.

Mom's Rock

2007-05-04T10:07:00.000-07:00

As a mother, I thought I would share some gift ideas for that number one lady in your life....MOM.

If your Mom is a product junkie...how about some C.arol's Daughter? All natural, great smelling and rich and satisfying. This mango melange set is pampering and stylish.

On a budget? Spring and Summer are upon us and if your Mom needs a nice colorful tote bag to wear with her linen....how about this one from Tarzhay...under $20 and would look fierce with an all white, tan or chocolate ensemble. I would rock mine with a white sundress and those tan Kors shoes....

For a mere $150, you can show up with a classic gift for mom that she will treasure. The style is classic and will work from casual wear to church. Not to mention, it comes in that famous blue box :)

If your Mom is like me and mine, we love a beautiful robe. This one is feminine and cut like a kimono. Gorgeous.

This is what I want.....just in case you were wondering....

If Mom has a sweet tooth, how about these?

Just remember....all you Mom's out there....

Writer's Block Returns

2007-05-03T05:26:00.000-07:00

LOST IS THE BEST SHOW ON TV.....I highly recommend that all of you catch up on those DVD's over the summer.

Is it me or is everyone missing the boat that Nee-Yo is clearly playing for MY TEAM?

Is that "Lip Gloss" song annoying the heck out of anyone else? What Chu Know Bout Me?...uh....that you can't sing?

Why are there still women walking around with unshaved armpits and legs? YUCK. And if your outer parts look like Sasquatch....I don't even wanna ask about anywhere else. It's summer...excessive body hair is soooo not sexy.

People that smoke in their cars disgust me. Especially if their kids are in the cars with them.

White pants with cellulite on the back of your legs? Not a good look.

The Big Cheese is in the building today (and I do mean THE BIG CHEESE, THE OWNER, THE MAN WITH HIS NAME ON THE BUILDING).....why is everyone running around like a chicken with their head chopped off? I mean they are scrubbing the elevator grates with a toothbrush. LOL DAYUM.

Sick office workers....no, after ten days of hacking....it's not "just your allergies". Take your azz to the Doctor.

SLISH jinxed me.....T2 has entered the terrible two's and his lil slasher is in effect mode. He may not make it to his Birthday next week.

For T1's Cinco de Mayo party, I had to find Spanish Music. All I had was Big Pun and Shakira....LMAO! "You nasty twin...I don't care" is sooo not appropriate.

I went walking on the track last night and there were four women, dressed in workout clothes that sat on the grass and talked for about 30 minutes then left. I bet they told everyone at work how they "Been working out" for the summer.

I bought these yesterday.....**sigh**. Damn that M.ichael K.ors....he's like kryptonite to me.

Nineteen Sixty Nine

Although we've come to the end of the road

Blogger Issues

The Week in Review

When I grow up...

Go Shawty, It's ya Birthday.

Never Forget

This is the remix....

Open House

Too much TV is a bad thing....

An Open Letter to Miss Porter

STOP THE PRESSES

It's a wrap

Independence Day

Bye, Bye, Summer

The Hotel Chronicles

Gone Fishin'

1969 tackles the news

I believe the children are our future

Mind over Matter

10 Things I like About Me

Drama is my middle name

Adventures in Suburbia

Shhhh......

Who woulda thunk it?

Delurking Day

A Public Service Announcement

The Hotel Chronicles

Advice Needed

Does my sassiness upset you?

My new anthem!

Conversations with Tali

Car jackers beware....

CRUSHED

Lifetime

Sunday Ramblings

Be a Father....to your child

Bloggers Block

Hotel Tales

The advice fairy....

Blog jacked

The Legacy

Spreading My Wings

Parting is such sweet sorrow....

Refocusing My Efforts

Work smerk....

I Got Work to Do

Meme Madness

Reading is Fundamental

Monday's musings

Have a good weekend

We interrupt this Blog ................

I Challenge....ME!

There's Nowhere to Hide.........

On the Flip Side

Whatchu Know Bout Me?

I think, therefore I am

Happy Birthday To ME!

Flashback Friday

The Best Birthday Gift I Ever Received

Don't ever wonder.

My son, moon and stars

Age ain't nothing but a number

That may be all I need...

And last but not least....Brooklyn Diva

The Daughter of a Black Man wants to know.....

Erica B.'s got questions.....

Always Funky Fresh wants to know!

Ms. Lee asks the Questions....

You Must LEARN..............

Many are called but few are chosen....

Romance Is Dead

We Don't Need No Education!

Writer's Block *sigh*

Guess Who's Coming To Brunch?

"You ain't gettin paid....you ain't knockin boots..."

This is Mrs. Biggs......what the hell is going on?

What we gonna do right here is go back.......

Foundations

Monday morning...

Writer's Block sigh