From the mouth of Jasmine….

Anyone who meets my little girl, Jasmine, knows she is a Diva. Always has been, always will be, and I see us bumping heads when she is a teenager as a result.

I have to say for all her “DIVANESS”, the child cracks me up!

A few months back, we were at the convenience store in the local mall. The gentleman behind the counter happened to be wearing a turban- growing up in NYC, this isn’t something that I really took note of- people are different, you just respect it and move on. ANYWAY, my lil Diva had apparently never seen anyone wearing a turban, I noticed this because she got SILENT the moment we walked into the store. Of course I tried to distract her and figured I’d explain the whole turban thing when we left the store. Nonetheless, she stared, with HUGE saucer eyes the entire time. I mean, STARED, like she’d just found a mountain of candy. By the time we were at the counter, I just kept speaking to her to avoid her saying anything that I knew would embarrass us all- to no avail. The moment I paused, when the gentleman gave me my total and change, THIS is when the silent Jasmine piped up. “Um, mommy…..is that man a Genie?” I had my change in hand, Jasmines hand in the other, and walked as fast as I could for the exit. At this point she’s telling me, she wants to get her wishes if he is a genie.

Another crack up moment came just yesterday. We were at a pool party, where she was conversing with her other 6 & 7 year old friends. She called out my name in search of her towel,

little girl: “oh, where is your mom”
Jasmine: “she’s right there”(points to me)
Little girl: “she’s really pretty”
Jasmine: ” well, she uses Mary Kay….let’s get back in the pool”

The kid cracks me up. We have our days of complete mortification, and days of full on laughter. My kids are the best!

 

The Good Old Days

Do you remember the very first cd, album, etc you bought? How it made you feel?

My mom will proudly tell you it was Rose Royce….

I can’t help but to think what our kids will remember…..will it be the first song they downloaded? The answer as I’ve discovered is, “NO”. I asked our 17-yr-old intern at work if he remembers what he first downloaded, and he couldn’t recall. I asked my 17-yr old stepdaughter and she also couldn’t recall.

I know that a good portion of what I remember in life is from my childhood, and relishing all those “first” memories. It seems like with everything being instant, ADHD, fast-zoom-bang-right-now, our children don’t have many memories to look forward to…..

I’ve nearly made it my mission to insure that my kids remember it all! Days at the park, running and jumping on the beach, and more….I just hope that maybe they’ll remember the good things and have the “firsts” that are worth remembering.

For the record, my first cd was Another Bad Creation…..it contained the driving force behind me wanting to change my name to “Iesha”.

Day 3 of this hair “thing”

So today was day 3, this is my sad attempt at documenting this sad attempt of a hairstyle:

What I did was twisted my hair at the base of my neck, then turned it upward…..almost like making a French twist. Then I secured it with one of those “EZ Combs“

So, the style looks a bit like their “fountain” hairstyle…..

Challenging Challenge

Last week my friend Angela comes to me during lunch with this “Great Idea”. She was reading this blog where this girl decides to wear her hair in different styles each day of the week. My face instantly is:

She convinces me somehow with a lot of:

Eventually we end at:

We’re officially on day 2 and this is what I’ve come up with for the massive curly mess upon my head:

Day 1(a pretty basic bun):

Day 2(a side pinned 80′s-ish homage)

We’ll see what happens with days 3-5…..but knowing me, it won’t last. It’s difficult to do something everyday with this hair. More than 5 minutes spent on hair could be dangerous. My 2 and 6 year old could demolish and rebuild a whole city in that time. Can you imagine what they’d do to the living room?

My Life(as a blogger)

Over the past year or so, I’ve vowed that I’d start up my blog again, and do all kinds of great and wonderful things with it……stop world hunger, tell other parents that it’s not that bad, startup my sewing projects, etc…..

Sadly, I’ve failed. I’ve done more reading of blogs than writing. I can’t help if people have more interesting things to write about. I’m a dedicated reader to a few amazing blogs, written by amazing people that I just KNOW would be my best friends if they only lived next door.

Like…..

Refashionista. The woman had mad skillz with a sewing machine. She turns the most disgusting of shoulder pads into something even cooler(toys for shelter kittehs- and more), turns old lady dresses into wearable art, and she’s all around awesome. In addition to ALL of that, she’s been refashioning for nearly a year to support a good cause.

Myexwifesweddingdress. He turned his pain into something semi-constructive and eventually gathered enough material to write a book! And….it’s all done without totally bashing his ex wife, or even mentioning her name. He’s just a good guy that got dealt a bad hand.

Dkn. She’s an old voxer pal of mine, and she’s just cool. Not only do you get a taste of what’s going on in her world…..but you vicariously live the life of a young New Yorker, via an intelligent and spirited individual.

365toawesome. There’s a bit of everything there. It’s really just her personal journey into being happy. AND….I know her in real life, so I get to see it firsthand. It’s been pretty amazing thus far.

Overall, each of these people have a true purpose….something that makes them move. I gotta say….I love the blogosphere, it’s like the cool kids table. You want to be there….you just gotta figure out how. In the meantime, I’ll continue with my random ramblings, and maybe let you in on my 30×30 plan….WE SHALL SEE!

Crazy Inspiration

It’s so odd how inspiration suddenly strikes you. I’m sitting at home today with a sick kid and my Netflix(yay!), watching a movie called Hesher and BAM! I’m inspired.

The part of the movie that did it was this:

All I could remember was walking with my grandma, watching her walk down the street in her long, black fur coat……remembering our attempted walk around the block(hysterics! BTW), and the most vivid of our walk inside the movie theater. Maybe it’s so vivid because it’s the last real time I recall my grandmother walking well on her own. Don’t read this and think it as a sad memory, it’s such a good one.

On this particular “walk”, I happen to be taking grandma to a Dr’s appointment, and passed the theater, and she says, “Have you ever been to this place before?”. I told her I had and asked what was the last movie she’d seen in a theater…..and she laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. That made me decide that we needed to go.

As soon as the appointment was over we had a date! We went home, readied ourselves, I found a sitter, and off we went!

First to dinner at Longhorn’s where we had steak and shrimp, with baked sweet potatoes, and I introduced grandma to a “Chocolate Stampede”. After our lovely dinner(where my grandmother insisted on having the chef come out and thanking him for the meal, etc….

After a LOVELY dinner, we went on over and saw, “Shall We Dance?“. I admit, it’s not a movie that I’d have gone to see with friends, or for any reason really, BUT, it’s what Grandma wanted to see. The theater happened to be ALL THE WAY in the very back of the place(of course because no one was watching that movie- or so I thought)- so we walked. And we walked, and talked, and walked….and she said, “The last time I went to a movie was when my last husband and I were dating”. This meant 1969 to ’70-ish. By the time we had a good chuckle about it, she never got around to telling me what movie they saw. She didn’t really remember, she said it was same as now, “I was walking on that red movie carpet with someone who loved me, what does it matter the movie we watched?”

I just remember that so clearly as if it were last week, and not nearly 8 years ago…..in thinking about it, I’d give millions for that walk again- the last time I walked and held my grandmother’s hand.

Friggin’ Indy flicks with their hidden meanings, conjuring up random memories!

So….here goes….

I’ve got lots to say, and though I have a friend or 2 that is willing to hear my random thoughts and rantings…..I think I need a larger audience.

I’m a peacock….you just let me fly!

Time is a flyin’

I can’t believe 2009 is almost out of the door. This year has FLOWN by at speeds unheard of. So fast that I haven’t even had time to blog lately. I guess….I’ll need to be catching up on my life.

In the meantime, I’d like the share this toooo cute pic of my babies:

My Babies!

It’s been 12 days….

12 days ago I went  from being mother of 1 to being mother of 2….WHAT A TRANSITION!

On October 15th, after 5 hours, I gave birth to this little 7lb 3oz 20" long miracle:

Terrell Xavier is his name and I'm absolutely IN LOVE.

It’s been 12 days….

12 days ago I went from being mother of 1 to being mother of 2….WHAT A TRANSITION!

On October 15th, after 5 hours, I gave birth to this little 7lb 3oz 20″ long miracle:

Terrell Xavier is his name and I’m absolutely IN LOVE.