Yep, He’s All Mine…

21 Jan

Yep…he’s all mine and I love it!

Let me know what you think……

Sexy Sexy!

17 Jan

I’m thinking about doing a couple’s boudoir photo shoot with my hubs by my fellow bloggers and talented photogs over at Taking Snapshots.  I think positive, sexy, quirky and out-of-the box images of me would be fun!!! I don’t want to negate the hard work I put into this union by some really good shots of my tits and ass,  so I’ve been hesitant to participant…..but at the end of the day I say: eff it…I look hot and he looks hot let’s do the damn thing…………………..more pic to come!

I’m going to be planing a sexy photo shoot party for the sexy and uninhibited ladies I know….let me know if you want to be apart of the party! Email or facebook me:)

Wrap Beef

7 Jan


There are some things that women do that’s necessary for them to stay fab and beautiful.  It may not look appealing and it may seem ridiculous, but men need to know that it’s necessary for these things to be done.  Case in point…I spend $30-$40 every two weeks to get my hair done.  To preserve my luscious locks and to make my hair style last, I wear a satin scarf or bonnet on my head.  I wear it on my “narci” days, when I’m cleaning and when I give my kids a bath (you don’t know the level of pissed one can be when her kids splash bath water on her mane).   I take a lot of pride in my hair.  This is nothing new, I’ve done it for years.  However just recently it was brought to my attention that my hair wraps are sort of a buzz kill in the bedroom.  As I was getting ready for bed one night I attempted to spark a pretty random convo that was the perfect setup for the hubs to get him some that night.  I just knew he was gonna make me feel special…um yea right:

Me (while getting ready for bed): What do you love about me?

Him: Your dedication to that thing on your head.

(baffled because I was waiting for him to talk about my flawless beauty or the way my legs look in my Jessica Simpson pumps–yes this convo was initiated from a very narcissistic place)

Me: Wait–What?  You mean my scarf?

Him: Yep.

Me: What don’t you like about my scarf, I’ve always worn it to bed.

Him: Yep. That’s the problem.

You see, although I take pride in my appearance, my nighttime habits were affecting my relationship.  My husband had beef with my head-wraps.  Men are apparently visual creatures.  The sight of us looking like Aunt Jemima just isn’t attractive or romantic to them.  And while some of us have strict bedroom rules when it comes to our manes (i.e., don’t pull too hard and nothing in the hair *wink wink*) sometimes we need to be snapped back to reality and reminded that not only should we look fly for ourselves, but also for our man.  While I can’t promise to never wear it to bed (who wants their hair to look frizzy and raggedy the next day?) I can compromise by holding off from putting it on…for a few minutes.

I am officially a Josh Groban fan

5 Jan

Just genius:

Is Kwanzaa Still Relevant?

29 Dec

Growing up we didn’t celebrate Kwanzaa and I didn’t know too many families that did.  Every once in a while my aunt would pull out her kinara and would decorate her shelf with plastic props to symbolize the harvest.  Of course I learned the diluted version of the meaning in school, but the true principles were never really taught to me from someone who was knowledgeable about the history or its practices.  I remember asking my mother to celebrate it because I wanted to get more gifts in the days following Christmas.  Kwanzaa was like a trivial made-up holiday.  I remember in the fifth grade, during our Kwanzaa “teaching” one of my black classmates yelled out “My mama said real Africans don’t even celebrate Kwanzaa, African Americans made it up to try to be like them”.  And trying to be like someone else was definitely something I was not.

Though the sentiment stuck with me for many years to follow, this year was a tad different.  I researched the meanings and teachings myself and I wanted to give my daughter an accurate view of what Kwanzaa was really intended to mean.  I don’t even think my 6 year-old’s school even acknowledged Kwanzaa within their Christmas and Hanukkah teachings.  In my attempt to expose my daughter to the principles I didn’t want to overwhelm her.  I’m sure she would have gave me the extreme side eye if I came out draped in kenti clothe and I’m sure my twins would have used the kinara to either gouge out an eye or burn down the house with the lit candles.  I wanted to keep it simple but still teach her about our culture and heritage.

Kwanzaa was developed by professor and activist Dr. Maulana Karenga, during the black nationalist movement in the 1960s.  This was a time when blacks began to stand up and advocate for their rights as Americans.  Kwanzaa commemorates it’s seven principles from December 26-January 1, they are: Umoja (Unity), Kuji-chagulia (Self-determination), Ujima (Collective Work and Responsibility), Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics), Nia (Purpose), Kuumba (Creativity), and Imani (Faith).

After giving my daughter a crash course on the seven principles I took her to a Kwanzaa storytelling event performed by the Grios at our local Maya Angelou Public Library.  There was standing room only at the event.  There were old folks and young ones and the Grios entertained them all.  Sharing creative stories, songs and poems that related to the seven principles.  This exposure led my daughter to ask questions once we left.  She was curious about the stories that were told, the wardrobe that was worn and music that was played.  It was the perfect teaching tool.  So as I remind her each day about the principles she can apply in her everyday life, what’s most important that she takes away is the desire to want to learn, the pride for her cultural heritage and the commitment to her community.

First published on http://www.notoriousshe.com/

Dr. Know-It-All

1 Dec

I love that my friends think that I’m the expert at what I do. I’ve only been in the mom game for 6 years and the early childhood education field for 2 years and I’ve been dubbed the kid whisperer. Everyday I get a call or text asking my advice on how to manage a picky eater, what does lime green stinky-doo mean or which age bicuspids start to break through. I wish I could lie and say I’m working on my Ph.D to become a child psychologist, but I know my mouthy daughter would expose me and tell everyone I’m a quack. But I know that I know it all and that’s all that matters  So as I wait for my honorary doctorate degree for my infinite knowledge and wisdom on kids, here’s the latest convo between myself and one of my professional friends.

Her: “Kaleb has been a night owl lately. He refuses to go to sleep and stays up to like 1 am. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up with him.”

Me: “Man that sucks.”

Her: “Yea I know, especially when I’ve got to be at work at 8 am. Did your girls go through this phase?”

Me: “No. And if they did–then I completely missed it because I was probably sleep.”

Her: “Well what do you suggest I do?”

Me: “Girl, that’s easy…one word: Benadryl!”

Friends–how many of us have them?

4 Nov

One of my besties doing my makeup on my wedding day

I have started a new chapter in my life.  I recently launched my new eMagazine (YAY ME!!).  I got my twinsie’s potty trained (YAY one step closer to school).  And sweetness and I have started writing her book (Junie Beatrice Jones has nothing on my first grader).

For the past three years I have dedicated my life and soul to my kids.  A very drastic change for me.  I was always a free-spirit.  The life of the party.  The social butterfly.  The “it” girl.  But when I got married, had the twins and moved into a house, I thought the “right” thing for me to do was to take care of my family in a domestic sort of way.  Problem is, domestic just isn’t me.  I can only make meatloaf; I wash-dry-but don’t fold laundry and I don’t make my bed everyday.

While I love being home with my kids, how appropriate is it that I read Cosmo’s “5 bedroom tricks that will make his toes curl” while my kids are in the bath tub??  To add insult to injury I knew I had to do something when sweetness asked if I needed some more mommy juice (wine)–I may not have high standards, but a 6-year-old bartender is where I draw the line…she should at least be 10.

So I branched out.  Connected with a circle of friends.  All sassy and unique in their own ways, but all offering me with what I so desperately needed in my life.  Intellectual stimulation with some divalicious girlie-girl sprinkled on top.  As I sit back and think of all the phenomenal women in my life I know they were all sent to me for a reason.

I have married friends and all we do is talk about our single friends (just kidding!!).  I have single friends and they keep me young, fun and hip.  I have academic friends who keep that JD and Ph.D dream in the forefront of my mind.  I have SAHM friends who know me as the meatloaf diva.  She also knows all the Nick Jr. theme songs and whenever she’s feeling gloomy you just tell her “everybody makes mistake, everybody has bad days” and it actually cheers her up.

Though I may not speak with all of these ladies regularly (we need to do better ladies!!), they each have a special place in my heart.  It’s the text that says ‘hey just thinking about you’ , or the FB message that simply says ‘Aonya Monique’ , or the IM that says “martini’s. tonight. 8 sharp!”, I’m just so happy to have them in my life!

So to Ashley, Tamara, Angela, Kenya, LaShona, Heidi, Maya, Felicia, Brittany, Whitney, Christa, Janel, Tina, Moniqueka–So grateful to have you all in my life! We’ve laughed, cried and some of us have gotten belligerently drunk together…and at the end of the day I cherish you! My sistah friends!