Vice Chairperson

OMG!

I decided to join my son's Headstart parent association for two reasons, to get involved in my son's education, because children do better when their parents are involved, and two because I'm a stay home mom with little to no excitement, may as well use my time wisely.

On the first meeting they asked for a president, vice president, secretary. I didn't volunteer to do any of those things, cause I have never done nothing like that before, neither had my mom, or anybody I knew and honestly I didn't think I would have what it would take to be those things . Well the girl who became the president is some 21 year old crazy girl! She's sweet as she can be, but she acts as if she has no upbringing. On the way to one of our meetings, we all rode together, and the girl did nothing but nonstop gossiping and talking about who she beat up and was going to beat up, cause of her man. Right there in front of the director of our Headstart program. I was embarrassed for her, the way she was carrying on and being loud, even at the meeting. I'm so glad she's not black acting all..... One of the words Karrie B. uses for black folks acting up.

Well a week or so after our first parent meeting, Mrs. B. called me stating that she forgot to elect someone to be a Policy council Representative for our area which includes our little town and three other country towns. She sounded desperate cause she was at her deadline and completely forgot about it, so I agreed, not really confident I would win considering I just moved here and I had never done anything like this before. Well the ballots went out with two girls from my town and girls from the other towns on it, and I won! Imagine that! I was picked to represent the parents and children in four towns. Mrs. B. said, "I figured you'd win you just have that type of personality". Its funny how people can she things in you, you don't see in yourself.

So yesterday we went for our first policy council meeting. One of the things on the agenda was to vote for a Chairperson, Vice-Chairperson, and a secretary. Once again I won and now I'm the Vice-Chairperson for region 16 which includes several small town and cities in our area. The big thing is they're taking us to some conference on a beach here in Texas. Its gonna be cold, but it don't matter, cause they're paying for everything and I haven't had a vacation in years!

Who knows this may be the beginning for your first black female president. lol. But really this has opened my eyes to all the great things I could do or be for our children! Get involved, help the kids, cause I know you have this before, "The Children are our Future".

Kid troubles

My oldest son, 6, is a smart kid. Yes, I know every parent says that about their child, (well a least they should), but he is, just like his mother. lol
I feel like you are what you eat, so I feed my kids knowledge and praise, I tell them they're smart, but when they're wrong I let them know and they are punished accordingly.

Well, anyway, my oldest son is always in trouble in school, therefore at home and its like he never gets to do anything, cause he's always in trouble. I felt so bad for him, so I talked to the counselor in hopes of getting a better understanding of what he might be going through. We came up with having testing him for both A.D.H.D and Gifted and Talented. Long story short she couldn't test him right now for either of the too and I shouldn't punish him too strictly. So meanwhile he keeps getting in trouble for the same stuff. Talking too much, drawing when he's suppose to be writing, arguing with other children, blah, blah, blah.

I was sitting down thinking about this, and it took me back to my childhood. (yes, I can remember back to 1st grade). Man, I got my butt whooped ,like, every other day, for talking too much, fighting with other kids in the classroom, getting sent to the office, blah, blah, blah. But I wasn't the only kid, we all acted up occasionally. Were we, I, they, different form "normal" children? Did we all have A.D.H.D.? (Fa'real that may be a possibility).

But anyway, my point is, what is a normal kid suppose to act like? Is my son abnormal to talk too much. Or is he just a kid. And yes, he talks too much and moves too much, but what kid don't? Then I get to my original thought, but he's such a smart kid. On his report card he has the usual S's, then S+'s in reading and writing, and couple of N's (needs improvement) for talking too much and not using his time wisely. He doesn't know everything like a baby Einstein or nothing, but whatever you teach him he gets, manipulates, and uses immediately. So, the sky is the limit with him and I want to test him for the Gifted and talented program. But then I remember, children are like sponges and ain't my kid just a normal kid?

Well anyway, I'm torn between, just bust his butt, and getting some help.
Should I have had some help when I was a kid (right along with some of those classmates) or did my mom do the right thing and I deserved all those whoopings?


Then I think about all the years I've worked in schools and putting up with some of those kids, and I realize people in education, just don't get paid enough. I know sometimes felt like that although I have not said it out loud, but I've definitely thought about it. So we need to Barack the vote and get our education back on track.

Top 10 things I learned in my 20's

This weekend I'm turning 30. Man, time sure flies when you're having fun. Well I have grown a lot since 20, and I ain't just talking about the hair that's grown from parts of my body, I never imagined. But mentally, and physically I've grown too.

Here's a lil Don flavor:



top 10 things I learned in my 20's.


10. How to party like a rock star!

9. To let it/him go

8. How to love myself first

7. By my early 20's the kind of man I did not want/ mid 20's the kind of man I did want.

6. That voting is very important

5. How to take care of myself and survive on my own

4. When to keep my mouth closed/ and when to speak up

3. That weight don't fall off as easily as it did at 20

2. That just cause you gave him some, don't make him your man.

1. That no matter how good I've been to others, they still don't owe me ish.


Thank God for allowing me another year, 'cause when I truly reflect on my 20's, there were times I shouldn't have made it.

I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?

in·de·pen·dent (nd-pndnt) adj.
1. Not governed by a foreign power; self-governing.

2. Not relying on others for support, care, or funds; self-supporting.

de·pen·dent (d-pndnt) adj.
1. Contingent on another.
2. Relying on or requiring the aid of another for support

in·ter·de·pen·dent (ntr-d-pndnt) adj.
Mutually dependent


No, I'm not Ms. Independent, not anymore and no, that didn't come about with the ring. It took lots and lots of fights with my husband and telling him how well I could do without him, then actually being without him, to realize I do need him. True the government gave me food stamps, housing, daycare assistance and would've gave me a child support check, had I went there, plus I work. But I realized life ain't about doing everything on your own, its about Interdependence. I need him to give our children something neither of us had, a good man in their lives. I need him for security, for love making, for love, for advice, for help,for friendship, for inspiration and for a lifetime partner in this struggle we call life. And he needs me for all those same things.

anyway

Ms. Independent I'm pickin' on you today. I'm not saying that there is anything wrong with being independent, but girlfriend realize, when you were trained to be independent you were preparing for war. The war against the black man. He been actin' up for some time now, I know. He's my brother, my dad, my uncle, my cousin. I see his dumb ass keep gettin' caught on the block for the same ish. I see him giving you, the good girl, a hard time. But please realize we gotta end the war. And it starts with us, then our sons and daughters.

First we need to realize there was a conscious effort to break up the black family in the slavery days and all those brainwashing tactics are still being passed down from generation to generation. The black man is showing all the signs and symptoms. They're killing each other, pushing us away, and self destructing. We, black women, are showing signs too, but it comes packaged in a great job, and independence. Now don't get me wrong, SISTAS GET YOUR EDUCATION and MAKE THAT MONEY. You don't want to have to be stuck in this hard world with nothing to fall back on and relationships should be about mutual support, not just one person taking care of the other, financially and otherwise. We all need somebody and it gets pretty lonely in independence station. We need to stop downing our brothers and start looking for solutions. And when you get in a relationship with a good man, don't forget to turn the war tactics off. Lets say it together "interdependence". Its okay to need him and for him to need you. When he's at his worst you step up, not step on him.

Then next we need to teach the youth. Their tablets still have room for good impressions. Teach them the importance of education, but also teach your children where the man's place is suppose to be. It ain't on the corner selling dope, laying on some girl's couch while she works, nor is it with all those chicken heads. Its at church (or wherever you worship), at work/ his own business, at football practice with the kids, at the top of his game, at the top of his his household, he is the king and should be treated as such. But don't you forget nor let him forget you're the queen and should be treated as such.


Ms. Independent, we can't make it alone, we need each other. I need you, he needs you, the black family needs you. You're not in this world alone, and therefore you cannot continue to live independently. We can't survive this cruel world independently.

How do you mend a broken heart?

Me and my husband have been to heaven and hell, sometimes all in the same day. But I'm not here to blame him, I know I've been just as guilty as he in several situations. Now granted I wouldn't have acted a fool, had he not acted an ass, but I know two rights don't make it wrong, in fact it makes it worse.



Well, just about a year and a half ago, we were separated for 6 or 7months. Long story short, one weekend while the kids were with their God parents, me and him got into it, because I was retaliating for some shit he had done (example of me being an ass). When the tables were turned, he flipped out!(he was a royal ass). He tried to kill my puppy, I tried to kill him (not really, but that's the way they made it sound in court). In the end We sold or gave away most of our belongings and let our house go into foreclosure, because neither of us could afford to pay for the house alone.


Yesterday my husband came home from his second job and told me about the problems a co-worker was having with his wife, and oh boy, did it sound familiar. This morning my husband woke up from a nightmare about us and wanted to know how could he mend his broken heart. I said, "just love", but as soon as I said it I thought, don't he love me still, didn't he forgive me for all the crap we've been through? I forgave him. I thought our relationship was going great. Now all of a sudden his heart is still broken. WTF is that suppose to mean?

the great debate

Okay,
I know I sport his name and everything, but I was uninspired by the debate last night. Maybe I sipped too much wine after the kids passed out, I don't know. Now don't get me wrong, I'm proud than a mutha, Obama is making history, but politicians will be politicians and I don't know what they are or what questions they be answering. I'm uinspired by that debate, maybe the next one. They should've kept their butts in senate a lil longer figuring out this economy crisis.

Thats my public announcement. It won't be here long, so read up and comment as you may. Don't forget to register, time is winding down.

Where oh, where oh, where is Obama Mama

Oh, about a million years ago, I did like so many responsible high school graduates, and went to college. While in college I did like so many irresponsible college students and partied like it was 1999, a rock star, or whatever.

anywho

about 3/4 of my way being done with college with a 2. something GPA, I dropped out of college and headed to Atlanta, GA with a boy. That lasted all about ....... *drum roll* 2 months. Well on my way back "home", I found love on the Greyhound bus and within a few months I was pregnant with my first baby. 9 months, 40 weeks, 10 months however long it was, I had my first beautiful baby boy. At first I thought I was gonna die, I didn't want babies, but once he passed the infancy stage, I longed for another one, so 21 months later (a lil less than 2 years) I had another beautiful baby boy. Then in the mist of some bullshit 26 months after him, I had a baby girl. Man, I'm telling you, I was pregnant or giving birth every year for a while. Hadn't I got fixed, It would be about time for another one. But the baby factory on Obama Mama has shut down. Oh yeah I forgot to mention, that somewhere between those pregnancies, I did get married to my babies daddy, and take a few college courses. But somewhere between baby#2 and 3, I got lost.

I was so concerned with being a good mommy and wife and helping to make sure the ends meet, that I completely forgot the dreams I once had. Like being the first person in my family not just go to college, but to actually come out with a degree, to be an author, to own a daycare, and that's just a few.

Well since we've moved to this horribly boring town, I've had time, with little distractions to remember all those dreams I once had.
I write again, check it out: http://blacksupermom.blogspot.com/, and just the other day I went to the local college to see about finishing my degree in elementary ed. (I figure I better, just in case Obama get in there and give all the teachers a raise). I am still excited! It felt so good and weird (all those kids) being on a college campus again.

There is one problem, the nearest college is 2 hours away and the classes I have to take on campus are @ night from 5:30- 8:30. I hope I have enough strength to jump that hurdle to see if the original Obama Mama is on the other side.