Wednesday, February 21, 2007

 
Message to Brittney Spears:

Post pardum depression is normal
Depression after divorce is normal
Depression after feeling like you've lost your career is normal
And ain't nothing wrong with getting your party on.
It's okay. You got dough.
Just get therapy and or Jesus to get your mind right.
Get a trainer to get your butt tight.
Buy a mansion faraway to stay outta sight.
And don't forget to give your Nanny or nannies a raise, or green card, or pay their tuition. Remember no matter how you look at it, they'll never call you a "baby mama." But Mr. Federline will always be a baby daddy. Because it's just so "hip".

upcoming blog-black culture's definition of a baby mama

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my top kid friendly songs aka DJ Phina MIXTAPE vol. 1

i played these songs at my daughter's pink party and they just couldn't get enough. i'm thinking it was the quirky beats that had them moshing their little hearts out or possibly sugar.


1) Gnarles Barkley-"Smiling Faces", "BoogieMonster" "Go-Go Gadget"
2) Sergio Mendez/Black-Eyed Peas-"Mas Que Nada"
3) Madonna-"Hung Up", "Can We Get Together", "Jump"
4) Bjork-"IT's Oh So Quiet"-great interactive song

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

 
SNOW DAY!!!

We press their faces agains the windows and smile at the icey world below.
We hold their breath. Our eyes never leave the tv screen. We listen to the closings nervously. We're half dressed and half in the bed. Finally, we hear what we've waited all night for. We turn the tv off, snuggle beneath our blankets and try to sleep til at least 10. So I say to all my parents who are home today, Good night and Happy Snow Day!!!

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Monday, February 12, 2007

 
I'm recovering from the Pink Explosion that was my daugher's 6th bday party this past Saturday. Phina's Hot Pink Pajama Party(a joint effort between Phina and her Godmother Lisa) was a fun-filled evening of dancing, singing, cupcake decorating, a fashion show/photoshoot/ and pink pink pink everywhere. After my daughter's birth, I was deadset on never dressing her in the color. I was a bit overanalyctical those days. I was so busy trying to show everyone how strong, indpendent and black I was, I refused anything that I thought would make people view me otherwise. But we all know once you have a chile, it's like who cares what you think. I attributed pink with weak, co-dependency, shallowness, and materialistic. How stupid was that. I tried to dress my daughter in every color in the universe. My daughter was going to be the PRIMARY COLOR PRINCESS. I would dress her in bold reds, yellows, and blues. And everything in between. I even made a request prior to my babyshower. No Pinks please. But of course did I really think I could runaway from that. Between my family, my in-laws and some of my country friends, pink was in the house. And how ironic that it has become my daughter's favorite color. My daugher is bright, funny, charming, sweet, independent and very girly. I quickly found out that you can be feminine, glamourous, strong, smart and sweet all at the same time. And though I don't wear pink myself , it is no longer the enemy. I'll rock Orange til the end. I enjoy being a cool smart, independent, feminine woman and mama who has been trying to tap into her glamourous side after seeing Dreamgirls. Watch out now. So don't be afraid to put a little "Pink" in your heart.

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

 
Well folks, It's been two months. I've been busy. I have two kids. Hello. I've been writing more. Got some things in the works. My daughter's b-day is coming up next weekend. And I'll be glad when its here and gone because its been her only topic of conversation. Though her Godmother and I are planning it, it seems my daughter has named herself THE Planner. She saw one episode of that MTV madness Sweet 16 while I was wrestling her hair and things haven't been the same. And so the HOT PINK PAJAMA PARTY is ready to jump off. My son is the only boy invited. And he so adores older women. He's all ready with his new jammies. Be afraid.

me

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