Monthly Archives: October 2008

With age comes responsibility

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Part of being an adult is being responsible. Your parents are no longer there to give you reminders about things that need to get done.

You have to learn to make your own checklists and keep up with them. I know we all struggle on a daily basis with balancing our lives, our families and our workload.

I went to the doctor two years ago and he told me that I needed to have my first mammogram. He wrote a script for me and told me to follow up with my primary care physician to get a referral (I’ll write about the healthcare industry and it’s procedures at another time. Grrrr!)

I carried that script around in my wallet for well over a year. I went back for my annual checkup this past August and he re-wrote another script for me and told me to make sure I had it done since I totally ignored him the last time.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I caught a glimpse of the Oprah episode where she was discussing breast cancer. Watching those women made me pick up the phone, dig the script out of my wallet and finally make an appointment.

So yesterday, I had my first mammogram. I was only there for a few minutes. It did not hurt and now I am awaiting the results.

I am not sure what took me so long. Maybe I saw getting a mammogram as a sign that I was getting old so I kept putting it off? Maybe I was scared that it would feel like a “panini press” as one of my kind friends told me? Maybe I was like everyone else….thinking nothing can ever happen to me? Maybe I was scared of finding out something was wrong?

Well, I did it and I feel better for having gone. I feel like a better grown up. I feel responsible.

I hope everyone out there that needs to get their mammogram doesn’t wait as long as I did. Since I am a responsible adult, I can encourage other women to do the right thing.

Now if I could just clean my room.

From Worst to First

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On Monday morning, I rolled out of bed after my Maxwell/Obama week on a low note. I woke up late and did not feel like making any effort to be in the office.

I threw on a pair of gray slacks that I forgot were too big for me in the waist and a black ribbed turtleneck.

So I get to work and my boss comes in to my office and starts talking to me. “I think you have a hole in your sweater”. Sure enough, the shoulder of my turtleneck had a hole. UGH.

I scramble through my drawer and come up with the biggest safety pin known to mankind. SUPERPIN. So I attempt to close the hole.

I go downstairs and stop in my co-workers office. “You look tired today. What’s that silver thing on your shoulder?” UGH!

After two more attempts at securing the hole discreetly with SUPERPIN and two more people asking me about the silver thing on my shoulder I gave up.

So Wednesday, I redeemed myself by sporting a black pencil skirt, stiletto pumps and a fitted apple green cardigan. I ended up with 1 marriage proposal, 1 “Damn girl, you look good!” and 1 “Here’s my card. Call me if your husband starts slipping.”

I think I redeemed myself. LOL

TV Overload

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Last night was crazy. So many shows to watch, so little time. We had the Phillies playing, the Debate, Project Runway’s finale and Trinidad taking on the US in soccer.

First off, congrats to the Phillies for getting to the World Series. This city is so excited and I am very happy for them. Well deserved! (DAMN YOU METS!!!!!)

On Project Runway, congrats to Leanne. She totally deserved the win. Not only was her collection sophisticated, the detail was phenomenal.

I mean really, her stuff was exquisite.

As for the debate….*sigh*. We have moved on from Joe Six Pack onto Joe the Plumber? What…no Joe from the Hood? No Joe Wall Street? Joe Home Owner? Joe the College Student? Joe from Pakistan? Joe the Drag Queen? Joe the Asian American? And what about JANE?!?!?!?

I hate when they only want to appeal to one “type” of American.

The most interesting part of the debate was when McSame clarified his stance on abortion. Women of America…..I hope you were listening. This is one of the KEY DIFFERENCES between candidates. Our right to choose is being threatened. I hope you are all prepared to vote.

And lastly….congratulations to the Trinidad & Tobago Soca Warriors!

WE BEAT THE US LAST NIGHT AT THE WORLD CUP 2-1.

For a little island like TNT, this is BIG!!!!!! I am so proud.

What did you watch last night?

1969 REMIX**….”Love Is”

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I, I’m so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is all right with me
‘Cause you make me feel so brand new
And I want to spend my life with you

Let’s Stay Together-The Right Reverend Al Green

There’s been alot of talk on the blog world lately about marriage. There are many who feel that they will never get married, never have children, never ever settle down.

I can see where everyone is coming from. I remember turning 29 and swearing that I would NEVER get married. I told my mom that I would just be that “diva” aunt that showed up at the holidays bearing gifts for everyone else’s kids, looking fabulous and telling tales of all my exploits and travels to all of the poor married folks.

I met my husband not long after I had that enlightening conversation with my mother. When I met him, I was not looking for a husband. I was in fact dating someone (not really committed) and had a booty call reserve on the bench, 2nd string.

My husband had several girls in his stable. No one serious at the time. He too was not trying to get married.

We met, thought the other person was cool, but no sparks were flying…no angels singing….just “he’s cool, maybe he can treat me to a meal once in a while”.

We went on a few dates. Movies, dinners. Nothing exciting. However, over time, I realized that this was a good man. Plain and simple. When he said he was going to do something, he did it. If he couldn’t do something…he said so. He was honest and direct. He loved his family. He was responsible. He was intelligent. He thought outside of the box. He had some style and could floss when necessary….but he wasn’t a punk. He liked good music and good food. He enjoyed travelling. He had goals, dreams and a plan.

The two of us, maybe because we were a little older, were more secure with who we were going into the relationship. We didn’t sweat each other. If he was hanging out with his boys, I encouraged him to go and vice versa. We encouraged each other to have lives outside of the relationship. We trusted each other. We recognized that if a person is going to stray…you can’t stop them. All you can do is FIND OUT and REACT ACCORDINGLY. No sense in tripping without provocation.

As we got more serious, he never talked about getting married. I never talked about it. I am from the “Don’t talk about it, be about it” school. I told him up front that I am not the kind of woman that is going to beg a man to be with me ever. If you have read some past posts, you know this mantra has hurt me before but I still believe that it is the right way to be. I think that a man will not hesitate when he wants something. Men are primal. They are hunters. When there is something that they desire, they will move heaven and earth to have it. If a women is trying to “convince” a guy that she is the one…..she is fighting a losing battle.

All of a sudden, he proposed. On his own, without us ever having to have “the talk”.

Our marriage is not perfect. We have major disagreements. I am a pain in the ass. He gets on my last nerves. But I think that we have a mutual respect for each other. I respect him as a man, a provider, a father. He handles his business. No matter what we go through, he is still a good man and I have to give him props. I may not always agree with the decisions he makes or the way he handles things but he stays true to who he is and was when I met him.

I am certain that I drive my husband crazy. I argue just to argue. I rarely let him have the last word. I change my mind at the drop of a dime. But I have stayed true to who I am. I handle work, two children, a household, all of my volunteer work, etc…and I am still true to who I was when he met me. In addition, I support him and believe in him. I never call him out in front of anyone else. I respect that he is the man and the husband.

I will never back down from an argument. I may get angry and call him every good cuss word I can think of….but when it’s over, I apologize. Even if I was right (which is 90% of the time).

To me, the key for women being a good wife….is knowing that you have the power to uplift or break your man but, 9 times out of 10, you choose to uplift. I think that too many women are trying to be the man. That will kill a relationship faster than Kryptonite.

I am not saying to give up who you are, to be timid and meek. I am saying choose your battles wisely. Your job as a wife is to hold your family down. Women spend too much time trying to show their man that they are smarter and know more. I think most men already know we are smarter. They don’t need to hear it all the time.

I think all men, black men especially, need someone to believe in them. To make them feel like we have their backs no matter what (unless they are on some EXTRA sh*T). That we do think they are smart, hard working and capable of greatness.

To do all of that, women have to be secure with themselves. Believe that you are the sh*t without needing constant validation from your partner. When you love yourself, know yourself and believe in yourself…..then you will be able to give support without feeling like it’s weakness.

When two mature individuals, who know who they are and enter into marriage with realistic expectations….it can be a beautiful thing. Love is out there and when it works, it is unstoppable.

**reposted from Sepetember 2006

I heart you Philadelphia!

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By now you have probably seen the video of THAT ONE from Alaska getting booed here in Philadelphia.

This town gets a bum rap so often that I must take a moment to recognize Philadelphia fans for one thing. THEY LIKE WHO THEY LIKE AND THEY ARE VOCAL WHEN THEY HATE YOU.

Having grown up a New York sports fan, I am quite familiar with vocal fans who feel like they can say whatever they feel like to their athletes and owners. We are from the home of Steinbrenner, the Knicks and Mets. We know that feeling of victory but we have suffered through horrible seasons and major defeat.

So coming here, I was warned about these Philly fans. My first football game, I found out that they had a judge and jail in Veterans stadium. You got locked up and tried in the stadium…LOL

I remember one game I went to see the Giants play the Eagles and I was pregnant with Tali 1. Mr. 1969 had to stand up and warn all of the Eagles fans that his Giants shirt wearing wife was pregnant after the beers started raining down on me. The fan response?

“Tell her to take her pregnant azz back to NEW YORK!”

You gotta love this town. I respect gangsta greater than New York’s. I tip my hat to Philly. I have seen them Boo Destiny’s Child for wearing a lakers shirt at a playoff game. I have seen them Boo Ashanti at halftime in a game because she sounded terrible. And now, they have booed THAT ONE from Alaska. These folks take gully to the extreme.

Dont believe me? In 1968, they booed Santa Claus.

Oh yeah….and they have great taste in clothing…..

Happy Monday Indeed!

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What’s up party people?

I truly am coming off the best week ever.

I saw Maxwell in concert and got to hang out with my best friend.

I got to see Senator Obama up close and personal in Philly on Saturday.

Penn State won.

The Redskins and Cowboys LOST!

Tr.ue Blo.od and Dex.ter were both on last night and both shows ROCK.

The Giants play tonight.

I woke up to learn that Obama is leading McSame by 14 points in Pennsylvania.

If this isn’t a great week….I don’t know what is.

Some of my Obama pics:

Simply Beautiful

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I arrived in Manhattan, checked in to my hotel, changed and waited for my best friend C to arrive so we could head out to the concert.

We were thrilled to be going to the concert but even more thrilled to hang out like we used to. We were celebrating C’s birthday and the opportunity for both of us to leave our Wonder Woman/Super Mommy capes at home. The night was strictly about us being girls and having fun.

When I got in the car, I had this look on my face….

Cheesing! Straight Cheesing!

We rushed over to get there in the hopes of scoring a visit with the man himself but our contact failed to come through. *sigh*

It didn’t stop the two of us from being excited. The crowd was full of gorgeous women. They were everywhere. I mean everywhere. If you are a single brother, you could have met Miss Right (or Miss Right now) last night.

The concert review?

Maxwell was great. To think that he hasn’t released any new music in six years and that he could just come out and sing like THAT? Yup, that’s talent.

Having seen him five times, this is a different Maxwell. He brought his GROWN MAN SEXINESS to the stage last night. Max wore a gray suit. His band wore suits. His backup singer wore a gorgoeous white gown. Very sophisticated and elegant.

Max has evolved into a man. A confident, sexy man. He brought all of his swagger last night and he did it with humbleness and sincerity. His appeal is not an act, it’s who he is. Naturally sexy. He was sooo channeling a young Marvin Gaye. HOT!!!

He had the ladies falling out at Radio City. LITERALLY. It felt like the front row of the five heartbeats :) when Eddie Kane Jr. is on the stage.

Not only that, but he gave shout outs to BROOKLYN :) his hometown. Gotta love that.

C and I had a few of these:

and commenced to screaming and carrying on like all of the other ladies present.

The high point of the night? Having *ahem* inside info on all things Maxwell, he had sent out word that he wanted some panties thrown on the stage when he comes to town. Well, a few of us got him these:

So we all signed them….someone may have put their phone number next to their name…AHEM….and when he was singing Til The Cops Come Knockin….

He stopped the song and said….”I’m working hard up here. Where are the panties?” Well all you could see was a big white cloud land right near him onstage.

He picked them up…..held them up and they spead from one of his shoulders to the next.

All he could say was “Damn! Somebody got some serious JUNK IN DA TRUNK!…..but that’s okay though! I ain’t scared.”

And he proceeded to lay the panties across his neck and sing. LMAO!

I love that man.

All in all….a great concert. His voice sounds like it always has….GREAT. His band? FABULOUS.

And when he sings Al Green’s Simply Beautiful? Stellar. He’s back and he’s still the Maxwell I love.

***sidebar***

My hubby picked me up and as soon as I got in the car, I gave him a hug.

He side eyed me and said…”Hmph. You smell like Maxwell.”

“I wish honey. I wish.”

Don’t Ever Wonder…..

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“Gonna take you in the room suga’
Lock you up and love for days
We gonna be rockin baby
Till the cops come knockin
Pappa gonna have to leave
A message on the telephone baby
There won’t be no stoppin’ me
Till the cops come knockin”

 It’s no secret that I love Maxwell. His music is the soundtrack to my life, my loves, my loneliness, my pain and my joy.

Everyone has that artist who’s work speaks to their soul. Whether it’s through their art, their fashion, their acting, their writing or their music. For me, he is that person.

I can tell you a story about my life as it relates to every song that he has ever released. I have followed him from his first tour through his current outing. I have seen him five times in concert. And I am finally….going to see him one more time.

He is one of those few artists that can go on hiatus and return to sold out venues, six years later. Talent is talent.

I will try and do a picture blog on Friday but tomorrow, I will be busy prepping for my date with Max on Thursday night.

Here are some pictures of Max from the kick off concert in Amsterdam (pics courtesy of Aida) …

Your girl may not make it back home…………..and I still have no clue what I am wearing. UGH!!!!!