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Sometimes these walls seem to cave in on me but when I look in your eyes, I feel alive. Some days we say words that don’t mean a thing, but when you’re holding me tight, I feel alive”

Blue obviously has an undistinguishable language that
even her mother Beyonce cannot always understand, but the heart understands it as love and somehow that makes it alright. Beyonce professed this, as well as her love in the newly released song, Blue feat. Blue Ivy Carter. Clearly, mom loves her daughter. I don’t know the Carters’ but, the love seems pretty apparent to me. However, common angst amongst the viewing public, mainly the watchful, hating our naturally nappy hair, eye of the black woman suggest that because Blue’s hair is unkempt,  uncombed, or missing barrets, bows or hair ties, her mother must not love her. Her mother must not care,  some even have gone as far to call it neglect. Comeon people. Neglect?
Really?
Some of you are reaching a bit far with that. Don’t cha think.

Mommy obviously isn’t bothered by Blue’s natural hair doing whatever it chooses to do and baby doesn’t mind either.  The nerve of some women. Projecting their own self image issues on to Blue’s hair. Why do you care? Why is it bothering you? What, you know them?

I was on instagram and someone posted a picture of baby Blue’s hair.  All kinds of slander and hate was up under that post. And then, out of nowhere, the #beyhive buzzed into action. Y’all do know about the Beyhive right? Well its basically Beyoncés social networking mafia. I’m not a member,  and I haven’t quite figured out how they always swarm into action at precisely the right time.  What I do know is this, whoever posted the picture of Blue’s hair is no longer on instagram. Case closed.

You won’t find the picture, or any other picture of Blue’s hair in this here post. If  you’d fancy yourself on seeing it, try google. Flatout, I ain’t the one. Case closed.

I’m not going as far as to have debates about the baby’ hair. As I’ve said before, I don’t know the Carters and I really don’t care. I think Blue is a beautiful baby and her natural hair should be celebrated. I do wonder though, how Beyoncé must feel. Even if you have the thickest skin,  it’s hurtful. As a mother, I will fade to black about one of mines in 0.0 seconds. You don’t come for people’s kids like that. I will go off about mines. Case closed.

The bottom is this, Blue is just a baby. She is not your child, and her hair being “unkempt” as you call it, is her mother’s choice. Now if you want to sound off about something concerning children, why not sound off about these babies making these twerk videos. Nasty! Oh, but y’all think that’s cute though. Em hmm.

My daughter showed me a video uploaded to Vine for the world to see, and this baby, who couldnt have been any older than two, was obviously taught to curse. Yelling out profanity better than any sailor I ever heard of. Why can’t these same group of women get disgusted by that. Instead, we ignore the twerk videos, the cursing baby videos and we put our attention on an innocent babies natural hair. I mean really. Wake up people. We have to do better.

Peace and love
Dee

Let us each now embrace our solem duty. Let us answer the call of duty. God bless you and may he forever bless these United States of America

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I, Barack Obama….. Oh that moment that he stood before God and America to take the oath of presidency was extremely humbling. Not just because of the obvious fact that he is indeed a black man, but much more than that, his election is synonymous with presenting his body as a living sacrifice. His life will never be the same, and it’s a huge sacrifice he’s made for himself, his family, and Americans as a whole. On this day honoring Dr. Martin Luther King, we also brought forth a monumental moment in history, watching the first black American President taking oath of office for a second time. The Presidential Inauguration of 2013. This moment!
For me, this was so reflective of history securing the future. The foundation that was laid by our forefathers, by those killed and brutalized for some of the same rights that we take for granted today. I don’t take it lightly. To take the oath on the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr’s march on Washington was a move anchored by none other than our heavenly father above. It was predetermined and truly destined. Ushered in this great moment, still lies the past. As I sat and watched this moment with my children and realized that we have been a part of history. What an awesome feeling overcame my heart. I am speaking to them, and they seem as if they aren’t fully getting it, but I know that they are, I know they are.
The Presidents speech was engaging, diverse, and inclusive. Awe inspiring and up-lifting. As always, he delivered it eloquently and with conviction. Although he spoke so many great words, some stuck out to me and remained with me long after.

“While Freedom is a gift from God, it must be secured by his people here on earth”

“Now more than ever we must do these things together as one nation and one people”

“An economic recovery has begun”

“My fellow Americans, we were made for this moment and we will cease it as long as we cease it together”

“We do not believe that freedom is reserved for the lucky or available only to the few”

“We the people still believe that securing security and peace do not require perpetual war”

“We the People declare today that all of us were created equal and that is the star that guides us still”

” Let us each now embrace our solem duty. Let us answer the call of duty. God bless you and may he forever bless these United States of America”

I do pray for the hand of God to encompass the entire first family and others in political office. To keep them safe, whole, protected, and of sound mind.

I’m extremely honored that President Barack Obama has answered the call. How many of us have truly answered our life’s call? As an African American, sure it’s
a great moment in my life and the lives of most black Americans. More than anything though, we should allow these moments of history to solidify our own willingness to make life better, not just for ourselves, but for others as well.

The past has come full circle with the future.

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Happy MLK and Inauguration day
Peace and blessings
Dee

MLK is still my childhood hero. Happy Birthday to one of the worlds greatest visionaries, and overall makers of peace. In observance of today, I thought it best to reblog my thoughts from last year.

DeeJourney of a (old

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Fashion break.
Hence the title, this is not a fashion post. In honor of MLK day, I decided to share a childhood memory in representation of the day.

It started when I was a kid, my fascination with the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King. I don’t really know exactly how my obsession began, but I made it my business to devour every piece of literature I could find on King. For starters, we didn’t have a lot of images in books at school of black americans. There were a select few and among them, my favorites were Harriet Tubman, Langston Hughes, and Martin Luther King.
Dr. King was the most talked about famous black American.
I credit my grandfather for learning me up on several black americans that I would have never otherwise heard of.

In 1983 I was in the 6th grade, and I had an…

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These things drop into my spirit and immediately, I want to share.

The SEED of the righteous SHALL be delivered- Proverbs 11:21

Soon after my mother passed away, I found a prayer journal of hers. The first entry was “God, my daughter is not saved and she is living in an unholy union, deliver her, I will give anything for her to know you God even if it means my life”. almost every journal entry thereafter, my mother continued praying to God to save my life. If I never knew love, I learned it then. When she died, I vowed, that my mothers prayers would not be in vain. She was righteous and her seed was delivered! My parents prayed for me, and I’m never gonna stop praying for mines… (parents get this) I don’t care what it looks like, seems like, I don’t care if the kids are acting crazy, looking crazy or talking crazy, the word says that thing shall be delivered.. Whatever you sow, you shall reap. if you sow violence into the life of your children, then it will be so. But if you sow success, power, love, compassion and the word of God into them, then it will be so. Even if they waiver, they’ll be back. The word said it, and i’m not challenging it. I’m standing on his promises and I am totally vindicated in that!!! My children will be just fine….

Peace and blessings,
Dee

Hello Dears.
Happy Monday. Time to grind, make the donuts, punch that clock, how ever you want to say it, we all have to get it done. Even the stay at home mom’s who I envy and then again I don’t. That gig is hard work day and night.
Speaking of the kids.. Excuse me while I transform, hear me out, I feel like Tina Turner- “oohhhhh, I got something on my mind, won’t somebody please, please tell me what’s wrong”..Moment over, back to Dee. Is it just me, or is anybody else afraid for their children the way I am afraid for mines? The world is getting so crazy, and although I’d love to, I can’t keep them wrapped in a bubble. I cringe for them all but am most frightened for five as she is the youngest. I can’t help but see. I look around and the chilen’ runnin’ round yonder with the clothes sagging down and the bloomers showing. Speaking enough atrocities and profanities to make your ears bleed. I’m like, “can they see me”? It’s just like I’m not there. If I ever hear of my kids behaving to the degree of some kids I see daily, they are getting delt a can of honey let me tell you something with the quickness. Um hm, you do the math. I cannot handle that blatant disrespect. Can somebody please tell me what’s wrong. And then, the drugs. It’s always something new, more potent, designer chemist crap. Now they taking about bath salts which I had never heard of. People turning into zombies and eating folk, and I just can’t. Just when you think you’ve heard the worst, here comes something to blow your mind. They say it was possibly the drugs, I say demon possessed. Moving right along, it’s just so much to think about, protect from, be fearful of and so forth. Well, this mess ain’t going to drive me up a wall. I know I’m not omnipresent, but I sure know who is. Mom’s we have to cast our cares upon the Lord. Maybe I’m a bit of a worry wart. But isnt everyone when it comes to their kids? At the same time, I know I can’t let it consume me. All I can do, is keep my babies, and my family in prayer and trust in the precious hand of God. For me, there is no other way.

And I am so praying that these chilen’ keep they’re pants up, and atleast they bloomers clean. I don’t want to see that mess. Chile, please…

Now that I’ve had my ranting Momsession, my plan was to post my OOTD. I was so sleepy, still tired, and I didn’t plan an outfit last night and to top it off, I was pressed for time. Hence, there is no picture. Haha. Well there can be, I will update my post later with outfit pics. How bout that!

Until later- Peace and Blessings
Dee

Hello Dears,
Happy Sunday. What a lazy weekend for me. Chile, don’t get me started. I haven’t blogged since last week and I’m trying not to fall into that habit again. Recap from last week was of my son’s bday to now. We went out and shopped a little and later went to a family cookout. Food galore, my stomach still fat from that spread. Hehe.. DJ had a great birthday even though I purposely didn’t give him a party. This school year hasn’t been his best and I know he has the best in him. This kid has brains for days. He has been in GT (gifted and talented) classes for english and math for a while but this school year after much debate from last year and present, he has been dropped. I don’t know what’s going on, maybe the adolescent thing is playing a part, but for me, a party would have rewarded him and I just couldn’t do it. I know he got the lesson. He gets it. Although he didn’t have big blowout party, he was still celebrated. I couldn’t not celebrate my child. It was a good day. He was pleased. Check him out getting his GQ on.. Hahaha

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13 is wearing:
Graphic T- American eagle
Cardi- American eagle kids
Jeans- Abercrombie and Fitch
Shoes- Vans
Happy 13th Birthday

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If you follow me on instagram, then you may have already seen this tie-dyed shirt my daughter “15” made for me. It is so comfortable and fashionable and I love it. Her DIY moments have been awesome lately. And tie dye is trendy this season and the perfect summer mix of fun, and cuteness. She is so creative and really following her creative passion. She ended up with so many orders that day when I wore the shirt. I’m even thinking about letting her set up shop right here on my blog because this creativity has to be shared.
peep her process -BEFORE

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AFTER:

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I just threw on some Jeans from old Navy, cuffed the bottoms, green pumps and done! I really was comfy as a couch in this cut up free flowing tie-dye shirt. So what ya think? Cute right. Here are. A few other things she’s created
Baby tie-dye

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Tie-dye socks for her brother

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Bead action

20120603-144553.jpg at 15 it’s so many negative things she could be doing and since she isn’t I’m celebrating that. I was buying supplies and the whole 9. Since she is making her own money now, she has been buying her own supplies. Yay!! She can use the summertime as more creative time. Speaking of summer, woosah, it has been hot. I been having flashes or something. I’m. Not the type to sweat, but lately I’ve been having my moments of pure insanity. Can you say early change of life. Idk, but maybe. Our pool opened last weekend and we’ve been taking a dip every since. I can’t swim a lick but it’s an excellent way to cool down. The kids love it. Earlier in the week, I took lil miss number 5 and big miss number 5 her favorite cousin. These two little pieces of work are just that, a piece of work!

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I have to wrap this post up, but speaking lil miss five and the incident at the school. Here’s an update. I tapped on every door at that school and still wasn’t getting the answers or the resolve I was looking for concerning the “juice in the bottle found on the playground” incident. I demanded a meeting with the director and all parties involved. Instead, the director called me and wanted me to discuss the issues with her over the phone. She basically slid past my wanting a meeting and still down played the situation of J and the other kids finding the bottle and drinking from it. She said many things that let me know she wasn’t willing to take responsibility, nor was she even acknowledging that something foul had occurred. I faded to black when she told me, “I have the bottle on my desk and it has been here for a while now, and it hasn’t changed in color and it hasn’t bubbled up or nothing has happened so it appears that it’s just juice”.. Are these people really stupid? What does she take me for? I told her I wanted answers. How did this happen? What was the teacher really doing that distracted her? What measures have been put in place to insure this NEVER happens again. I wanted to see a new action plan on paper to reassure me that my child is safe there. I want an acknowledgement, an apology, something to let me know, you guys realize you fouled up. Yes, I want an admission of guilt. You know what I got, nothing. So you know what I did, something! I got I touch with the department of childcare and licensing and I told them of the incident. They were not pleased. They even asked me, was the bottle sent off for any type of analysis to determine what the contents were. Absolutely not. I had several phone calls that day from that office and even one from child protective services. That’s right, they are involved because now, it’s a child endangerment and neglect situation. I didn’t feel bad, or even that I had taken it too far. As far as I’m concerned, I didn’t take it far enough. I would fight anybody anywhere for anyone of my children the same way. Oh, you don’t want to talk to me, you don’t want to give me answers, ok, now other people are involved and lets see if you can ignore them. J has been going to school less and less. Thank God for my grandmother who has kept her while I’m still sorting out this incident. I don’t know what has taken place in the school, but the teachers involved have been MIA. I see new teachers, and it’s just a mess. I had previously signed J up for the summer session, and I’m even under contract, but that contract is not binding me. After graduation, it’s a wrap! She is out of there. I just can’t do it with that school anymore.
So that’s basically how it has turned out. Thank God that my child and the others weren’t injured by this incident. Thank God they are all ok. Even still, I want to be certain that this never happens to anybody else’s child again.

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Mommy with the fire, mommy with rage signing off!

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(Post ran long, sorry)

Peace and Blessings
Dee

*Picture Heavy*

Hello Dears,
This is going to be a condensed post. My week has been hectic, let me tell you, my job tires me to no end and challenges me immensely and… I love it! I’m just that kind of girl, I love a challenge.

Speaking of challenges, lack of sleep, whoa, what a challenge. I was so tired the other day (thursday). All I thought about was going home and getting in my bed. I literally had visions of it. Then, the calendar on my iPhone alerted me that I had an event that day. I had tickets to take the kids to the UniverSoul Circus. Oh no, say it ain’t so. Of all days. Today? Really? I completely forgot. I purchased those tickets well over a month ago and it slipped my mind. To top that off, Thursday was my late day at work. I wasn’t getting off until 6. The circus started at 7:30. How could I make this go over well at this point. After work I began a mad dash from one part of town to the next. The twenty- year old picked up the five year old from school. I called home and told the older kids to go in the closet and get an outfit for J, black shorts, black shirt, black sandles. I rushed in the house a sweaty and tired hot mess. J was bathed and dressed. Wonderful! I jump in the shower, with not a clue of what to wear. I ran to the closet and just picked out something that looked comfortable. I really didn’t put any thought into my clothes. Who had time to think. Clothes on, and we’re off.

Lil miss number #5 J wore:
Black tee- Walmart
Black shorts-Walmart
Cardigan-Target
Sandles- the shoe dept
Purse and jewelry- Burlington’s

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I wore:
Brown Jumper- Wet Seal
Cardigan- Old Navy
Sandles- Target
Bangles-thrifted
Earrings, Necklace- JCPenny
Watch- Michael Kors

(I just threw on anything)

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We were speeding down the highway, and made it at 7:30 on the dot. First off, if you’ve ever been to the Universoul circus then you’ll know that when I say it was like a big huge party, I’m not joking. This was my first time going and I was not prepared for all the partying, music, dancing, audience participation, line dancing, soul train line, constant interaction. On a Thursday night, after work, dead tired, I was ill prepared. Overall, it was nice. I think the kids were in a state of shock at first. Then they started enjoying it. J was dancing it up, because that’s her thing but after a few hours it was just wearing on us all. At 10:15 pm, the circus was still running strong. I grabbed my kids and said we out! Nobody hesitated because they were all just as tired as I was. It was fun, but heart pumping, screaming excited kids, loud music, foot stomping was just too much for this Mommy on a Thursday night.

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Me and my clan

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After the circus, as a unit we came home, and straight crashed! Lol..
Friday morning, I had to get up for work (still tired) and even managed to somehow look cute! 🙂
I wore:
Silk top- Old Navy
Silk Pants- Forever21
Lace Cardigan- ?
Nude Pumps- Marshall’s
Purse- TJMax
Necklace- JCPenny
Watch-Michael Kors
Bracelets- thrifted

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Off work, and ready for the long weekend. Yes! No work til Tuesday. After work, I hooked up with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. We ended up going out for crabs and just chilling at my house eating crabs and talking trash. It was a fun evening. And now today!!!
I gotta set this one up.
Thirteen years ago my head was so cloudy, my spirit was low and my faith was shattered, because my Mom had just died. Then on May 26, 1999, God blessed me with a wonderful gift that would stretch me in new ways, resurrect my faith, and lift me higher. DJ came into my life and reminded me that I had so much to live for..
He irritates me often, even challenges my intelligence at times, but the one constant is that he is unconditionally my son. My only son DJ is thirteen years old today, and I’m still his mom. What a blessing!
Happy Birthday to my son. Isn’t he so handsome:

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DJ wears- Suit from grandparents
Button down- the Children’s Place
Cardigan- American eagle kids
Jeans- Abercrombie & Fitch kids
Shoes- Vans
Geek glasses-?

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Well folks, that’s it. Sorry for the looonngg post, and the heaavvvyyyy pictures, I was trying to get it in. I’ve got a long day of cookouts, and birthday hoorays, so let me get to it.
I pray everyone has a wonderful memorial day weekend with family, friends, and definitely be safe.

Peace and Blessings,
Dee