Phoenix Rising

Jacked

Alicia Keys rocking my new haircut...

The Race for the Statehouse

Deval Patrick continues to shine. He's a man with a lot of class and people from any party should be pleased to have them represent us.  I just caught the tail end of the debate between all the candidates for governor.

Kerry Healey gets a big boooooo bitch booooooo! It would not be a stretch to say that I can't stand this whore. Instead of being a stand up woman, she kept throwing digs at Patrick, saying he's running attack ads against her. Meanwhile a commercial paid for by the Healey committee uses these shitty soundbites attempting to vilify Patrick. She is a part of the same old Republican administration that has done a whole lot of nothing for the people in Mass.

But Patrick can sit back and grin...it's obvious that Healey is scared senseless. I guess being the bigger person works out sometimes.

Standing in the Need of Prayer

I heard my favorite couple in the whole wide world, Whitney and Bobby Houston, are getting divorced. This is not right. And it's not okay.

When they got together, people said it wouldn't last. And now that it's apparently ending, I don't want it to be over. Whit and Bob gave me faith. If anything, I knew that these two Negroes loved each other in all their dysfunctionality. And if they could be together, then there was hope for an (attractive and intelligent) train wreck such as myself.

Lord, send an angel to heal their marriage (at least for another season of Being Bobby Brown).

PostSecret

I love this website.

I look at the postcards and I feel so sad. So much unhappiness in the world. I wonder how much of it is just fate and how much we create for ourselves?

I feel as if I have reached a point in my life where I am truly content with my life and the decisions that I have made.

Then, I consider sending in my own postcard.

Summa Cum Laude, Bitches!

It's official. I am a graduate of the University of Massachusetts at Boston. And yes, the title of this post is exactly how I went out. Yay ME!

The ceremony was well, boring as hell at times. The highlight was, of course, waiting for Barack Obama to give the Class of 2006 his words of wisdom. Even the misty gray day couldn't dampen my spirits. I was pleased beyond words to finally achieve this goal.

Hey Now!

I don't know if you all have seen the new Oil of Olay commercial with Tia Williams a former beauty editor for teenpeople. Well Miss Tia is a beautiful black woman with an awesome blog related to all things beauty. Fittingly called Shake Your Beauty, Tia gives the lowdown on all kinds of products. She also posts other info, like a fiction call for authors. This is just the site for other product whores to get great scoop and blow a paycheck. Enjoy!

Today, I Salute You...

DDJW... also known as Max.

My son, my little prodigy, who brought home his first Honor Roll and Merit Award cards of his school career.

Words can't express just how proud I am of my little man. But my wallet did... we went to see Ice Age: the Meltdown and he got Yu-Gi-Oh cards, and a new Lego set. Well, I don't mind the Lego's... something tells me I may have my very own Black Engineer one day.

Keep up the good work, baby!

An Angel was Born

This day, eight years ago, started out like any other day. Well, any other day that you're feeling bloated, lethargic and just about ready to give up the ghost. Oh and did i mention i was 9 months and some change pregnant? Yeah, that's a pretty important fact. It was December 29th, my due dates of December 13th and December 23rd had passed.  There was no water breaking, no contractions, none of the other dramatic shit that happens when other people have babies.  This baby had set up camp and was determined to live out the rest of his life on my bladder...

Fast forward to 4:30 in the afternoon, a squalling, deep-voiced man child was delivered via c-section.

Fast forward - 8 years later and my son is awake at 6am getting the jump on his birthday celebration.

I don't think there are enough words to say just how much joy this little boy has brought to my life. He's so good, so smart...and just so Max that it is hard not to love him.

So here's to my little boy and many more happy birthdays for him!

Today I Salute...

ME! 

Because I performed my civic duty (which is not, some may think, giving head) and voted.

Yup, got up early this morning and I hit the polls at 7:30 eastern standard time. I cast a vote for the mayor and the 4 at large city councillors. My district councillor ran unopposed, but that didn't stop his fucking campaign from spamming my home phone and my cell phone.

Which leads me to another thought... how did these bastards get my cell phone number??!! Now, i didn't mind when Bill Clinton called and said that I should vote for Tom Menino. Hell, me and Bill go way back. Especially since I know how to keep my mouth closed. But still. Every capaigning rat bastard in the city of Boston hs left me some sort of asinine message in the past week. I am glad this voting shit is over.

A Civil Action

I've been trolling around the blogosphere and i'm shocked, saddened and quite amazed to reactions that some have had to Hurricane Katrina and it's aftermath.  Some of the comments were just cruel and some were just downright ignorant.  More than a few folks were on their soapboxes talking about the poor people this and they weren't going to help that...and I was really disgusted because whenever something of this magnitude happens I always think (and truly believe) that there but for the grace of God go I.  So how can I NOT do anything to help?

To this end, my son brought my attention to We've Got Your Back. It's an initiative to help the children affected by Hurricane Katrina get supplies and things they needed for school.  I wanted to cry when he asked could we go to the store and mail a bookbag to a child.  One because he (for once) wasn't asking me to buy something for him.  He saw with a 7 year old's eyes the devastation and he wanted to help. And not once while we were in the store did he beg for anything.  He was clearly focused on what we should send to the kids. 

So today, I salute my little boy, clearly the best thing i've ever done with my life.