Sunday Night Vent Blog Sunday, Nov 3 2013 

That suit and tie or long black gown won’t change who you are inside. It only camouflages you and the longer you hide behind them you begin to believe it to be true. Sharp as a tack on the outside and dark, cold, ugly and filthy on the inside. It never ceases to amaze me how some of us can walk around as if we have it all together, judging others by their sin when we have a boatload of our own. Truly repent, come away from ALL YOUR wicked ways and then pray and have compassion for others. It’s so easy to call others out for what they have done wrong but you want to walk around as if you’ve never done wrong! You hypocrite! Let’s get it together people. God is looking for us to be disciples not condemners! You are not the judge, He is, so let Him do His job. He’s done just fine all these thousands of years without you. I trust He can manage now since you’ve so called found yourself. A hit dog will holla so if this doesn’t apply to you it shouldn’t offend you or as the young folks say…”have you feeling some type of way!” Now let the church say amen!!! #stopfakingthefunk #youarenotperfect #getitright #examineyourself #startwiththemaninthemirror

Must have book Thursday, Mar 28 2013 

The Marriage Manual & Handbook Practical Application to Proven Principles by C Joseph Simpson. This is a must have book for singles and couples engaged and married. Visit to read chapter one and also check out his YouTube videos!


Wordless Wednesday Wednesday, Feb 27 2013 


Boys To Men Saturday, Feb 23 2013 

Living in a house with 2 teen boys and a tween girl has truly proven to be interesting to say the least. My husband and I are having the time of our lives enjoying each other and raising our kids. No more babies to run behind, no butts to wipe but trust me our job as parents is far from over. Parenting is job that never ends, even when they’re grown and gone. LOL Well, my boys are now 14 & 16 and they both bought Valentine gifts for their “friend’s”. I have to admit I was a little sad at first because it’s a clear sign that my babies are no longer babies. I’ve known it for quite sometime now but every time they do something like this it just reminds me that they are truly growing up.

Anyway, my 14 year old son bought this $20 stuffed animal and I was like NO! Then I realized it was his money so I let it go. His first thought was to have his brother walk with him to the girls house and give it to her…wrong answer. I told him that he needed to ask for permission to come over and if it was ok to give her a gift in the first place. Plus, I needed to meet the parents and I wanted them to know who my son was and that he comes from a good home. I know some of you may think this is a little extreme but I don’t, you’ll understand later. We got the green light so hubby and I jumped in the car and took him over….kicking and screaming because he didn’t want his lame parents to go. We got there and he handed her the bear and she smiled with this big kool aid grin and then the awkward silence. I asked her to go and get her mother. Now mind you, they have been knowing each other since first grade and I worked at there elementary school so I have met her parents on several occasions. When she stepped to the door and immediately recognized me, she and I both were relieved. So we chatted on the porch (yeah, that’s the furthest we got) and the kids just kept looking at each other not saying a word!!! LOL

Now on to my 16 year old son. He also bought his “friend” a valentine. It was a stuffed bear holding a big red heart that read “I love you!” Hmmm… So again he wants to make the delivery and again I told him that I would take him because I wanted to meet her and her parents and I wanted them to meet my son. The two went to middle school together and now different high schools so they don’t get to see each other often. They met up in the mall twice and once they asked to meet at the park and then the movies I was like wait a minute. My son made the call and mom said it was fine to come. We get there and his friend came to the door with this huge grin on her face. Her mom came up behind her and said well let them in. LOL We stepped in and my son handed her the bear and she handed him some chocolates and they HUGGED!!!!!!!!! Her mom and I introduced ourselves and shook hands. She offered us a seat and we had a wonderful conversation. She asked my son what were his plans after high school and I did the same. They both seem to know what they want to do. She held onto that bear as it was the most valuable thing in her possession. We only stayed for a short while and then we were off.

The moral of this story is to make sure you raise your boys right. I’m putting out something positive in the universe so that it comes back to me when our daughter comes of age. The reason we did it this way was to teach them to respect young women and their parents. I don’t think a young man should just roll up to a girls house unannounced and hand her a gift not knowing if her parents allow her to accept gifts from boys yet. We sure don’t want some knucklehead to pop up at our house for our daughter that way. I could tell it was a shock to the their parents when we did it that way but once I explained why we did it they were both very appreciative and grateful. Wouldn’t you be? We are raising our sons to be respectful and to do things the right way and raising our daughter to expect nothing less. I guess we’ll soon be watching them drive off going on their first date or prom but before that happens we have to train them up right! Our job is not to just raise them from boys to men but respectable men!

I’ll always be your joy! Friday, Jan 18 2013 

I may not have been the youngest but I was certainly his baby. I’m 38 years old an still long to sit on my fathers knee or curl up in bed with him and watch a movie. I can still hear his voice and smell his cologne. He was the sweetest father a girl could ask for. ‘A gentle giant’ I would often call him. No matter what was going on in the world, I always felt safe and secure because he was here. Now that he is gone, I’m still comforted by the fact that I had him for a short 34 years. I’m so grateful to God for blessing me with such a wonderful father and an equally wonderful husband to carry on from where my daddy left off. Because of the love and security he proved to me allowed me to wisely accept such a wonderful mate. I miss my daddy something awful today for some reason. The wonderful memories are what keeps me going and not falling apart. He was one of the greatest and I was fortunate enough to have a part of him in me. I love you daddy!

America has spoken! President Barack Obama re-elected Wednesday, Nov 7 2012 


Whether you voted for him or not, he is The President of the United States. Our job is to respect him, support him and pray for him and all leaders. Congratulations on your second term Mr. President!

Our fabulous summer vacation and birthday celebration Friday, Jul 20 2012 

I must admit that this has got to be one of our best summer vacations. No, we did not fly to Vegas, The Bahamas or anything fancy…we went home to LOUISIANA! Now every time I go home it’s a good visit but this was one to go down in history for us. We had just gone home during our spring break but it was mostly a business trip with a little pleasure. Our reason for going home this time was to celebrate my baby sissy’s 30th birthday and to meet her new friend. She flew in from San Diego, he flew in from Detroit and we drove in from Georgia. She had our time planned pretty much to the second.

Before we went to my hometown of Baton Rouge, we spent a couple of days in Lafayette where my husband is from. We spent time with his mother and siblings and ate! One thing you must know is that when we go home we EAT A LOT! LOL We took the kids to Avery Island where Tabasco Sauce is made and distributed. It’s a pretty neat trip because you actually get to see them make it and bottle it up to be shipped out to thousands of different countries. They got a kick out of it because we keep Tabasco Sauce in the house so to see that it was actually made in Louisiana was definitely a plus. We were also able to sample different sauces and get this, spicy ice cream, jalapeño ice cream and spicy soda. Later that night my husband spent an evening with the boys and the kids and I chilled at home with his mother to recoop from the heat. Now on to Baton Rouge, let the birthday fun begin.

First on the agenda was supposed to be an evening with her favorite jazz band but that fell through so we chilled at our older sister’s apartment and that turned in to be a PARTY! Big sis cooked crawfish lasagna, salad and garlic bread. Lawd! Baby sis’ friend was a hit and everybody loved him instantly, which is a shocker because she’s the baby of the family so we tend to be pretty tough on “anyone” that tries to get close to her. LOL He really is a great guy, great personality…just cool! The next day we had a double date at breakfast for crawfish and shrimp omelets and then took her “friend” on a tour of Southern University (The largest HBCU in America) and then later that afternoon we had boudin and Good ole Louisiana Pecan Candy (Pralines)! Yummo. Btw, he is not used to eating all this stuff but it’s delicious so he can’t resist! We then separated and took much needed naps and on to our next destination…the firing range.

Now, the firing range was something else because I had never fired a gun ever! I was so nervous and anxious at the same time. Two or three weeks prior to my trip I told my older sis that baby sis wanted to go but I was really scared. Seeing that we were raised with guns allllll over the house because dad was a police officer, I should have been very comfortable with them. However, I was very afraid but could not figure out why. During our conversation, she reminded me that when we were younger she (older sis) pulled a gun on me playing around but it freaked me out so bad that I blocked it out but the fear was still there. Anyway, when I walked in I immediately started sweating and shaking, I thought I was going to pass out. We rented our weapons and it was time. Once inside the room I almost had a panic attack because the sound of all these guns going off. People were just firing away like it was nothing. I didn’t think I could go along with it but of course I did. My husband was there to guide me and he made me feel so comfortable and at ease and pop, pop, pop! There I was, shooting my first gun. The first two shots were really hard but once I got the hang of it, I was good. Thanks lil sis because if it wasn’t for you I probably would have died an old lady and never fired a gun! LOL

Now here is the kicker, the swamp tour! The final thing on her agenda for us to do to celebrate her birth week was this tour. I must admit, when she first mentioned it I was like huh, a swamp tour? But the more I thought about it the more I was ready to go. She sent me a link to view the tour and get more information and I was totally sold on the idea. The tour was an hour and 45 minutes long. We went up and down the bayous of Southeastern Louisiana. Seeing the excitement on the faces of my children was priceless. I actually think my husband and I were just as excited as they were if not more. We saw dozens of alligators, turtles and cranes. My youngest son was a little bummed because we did not come across any snakes; I’m actually cool with that! We had an awesome tour guide that comically guided us through and explained to us everything we saw along the way. Near the end of the tour, much to our surprise he pulled out a soon to be two year old alligator to pass around. I have never held one or even touched one for that matter. I was eager but nervous at the same time; my saving grace was that the little booger had tape around his mouth so he couldn’t bite anyone. Needless to say, we all held him and took pictures and it was such a great experience! The swamp tour was a great success and get’s two thumbs up in my opinion.

After the swamp tour we took a loooong stroll down Canal and then Bourbon St! You can’t go to NOLA without hitting the streets. Now mind you this is the weekend of the Essence Festival so there were people galore. We managed to find a parking spot about 5 blocks from Bourbon St so a marching we went! There is no experience like New Orleans. They were partying and drinking and dancing up and down the streets. Well we finally made it to Bourbon St and Lord have mercy. We took for granted that it was the middle of the day and forgot that we were on BOURBON STREET…if you know what I mean. LOL my kids eyes were stretched beyond stretched! LOL It wasn’t that bad but it was cutting it close. We stopped at a lil spot and had alligator balls and rice, thanks to lil sis and her friend and then caught in a horrible thunder storm. New Orleans rocks!

Last but certainly not least on our last night together we all met up as big sis apartment one last time for a barbecue! All four sisters and one out of four brothers were present along with my niece and all our children were there. We had chicken; pork chops (them), hamburgers, sausages, baked spaghetti and cheese, dirty rice and baked beans! Whoa Nelly everything was delicious. We ate, drank, played spades, laughed, played spades, drank and ate again. Big sis brought out a beautiful birthday cake for the birthday girl and we all sang Happy Birthday to her! I really think she was happy with our singing….NOT!! We took dozens of pictures because we knew it would be another year or more before we would all be together under the same roof like that. As the time drew near, it was time to say good bye. Her flight was leaving early in the morning and we were heading to Florida for round two of our summer vacation. I worked very hard to hold back my tears because out of all my sisters, I’m the most sensitive. I hate saying goodbyes/see you laters! We genuinely love each other. We all hugged and kissed and disbursed to our destinations for the night and headed out first thing in the morning.

Really quick…while in Florida we went to the beach, kayaking, YOLO boarding, swimming and visiting with friends. Whew, we are all exhausted. Two weeks of family, food, fun and sun! So again, no, we didn’t go on a fancy trip to an island or another country but we went home to Louisiana where we were born and our roots are and where the ones we love and hold near and dear are. You can’t put a price tag on the experience we had this summer. Our children spent quality time with their cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. We spent quality time with our siblings and parents, nieces and nephews. Priceless!






From creamy crack to naturally black! Wednesday, Jul 18 2012 

For some time now I have been frustrated with my hair. I grew more and more tired of trying to decide when should I relax it, 6 weeks, 8 weeks… With my busy schedule it’s been really hard to keep a schedule that included a hair appointment. Once I cut my hair in a shorter style I noticed that I needed a relaxer more often than usual in order to keep it tight and that became a big problem for me. January was the last time I relaxed my hair, aggravated because I had to do it myself because I wanted to look really nice for our anniversary and didn’t have time for an appointment. Four weeks passed, six weeks passed, eight weeks passed and with my hectic schedule I just could not find the time to fit it in. Soooo, out of frustration, I decided to go natural.

I have always admired my beautiful black sistah’s who were getting back to their beautiful natural selves. The most intriguing thing was that no two are alike. Your natural is not my natural. A lot of us shy away from it, as I did in the past because we are so addicted to the creamy crack. Some actually don’t think there is true beauty in natural hair (thanks to society)! My daughter is 11 years old and has hair down her back as I did at her age and it’s all natural. I’ve seen and heard of so many young girls getting relaxers and their hair breaking and falling out. So I’ve opted not to relax her hair. Most of her friends have relaxed hair and that poses a small issue for me. Only because she started asking quite often for a relaxer. I explained to her that once I relaxed her hair she wouldn’t be able to wear it curly like she often requests. That sort of calmed her down but not totally. This is kinda my second reason for going natural.

My natural journey was not as long one as most are. My last relaxer was the first week of January. Around the end of March I became aggrivated becasue as I started to have more new growth, it was hard for me to manage on my own. I decieded to get kinky twist after researching transitioning from relaxed hair to natural. That was an option I was willing to try at the time. Did that and loved them for a while…until it got really hot! I couldn’t handle the heat so they had to go. I kept them in for almot 3 months and noticed I had quite a bit more of new growth. During this time I saw a few articles and YouTube videos on “THE BIG CHOP!” My first words were “I would never do that!” I felt the ladies who did cut all their hair off were really brave and beautiful but I just didn’t think I had the courag to do it. One Sunday evening in late June, I sat in my bed with a Walmart bag and rat tailed comb and began to take them out. I called my girlfriend who is a beautician and told her to bring her shears. By 1 am I looked in the mirror and there I stood with about an inch or more of hair on my head. The beautiful hair that God gave me. I instantly felt liberated and free! I am no longer bound by my hair or appointments or what the media telling me what I should look like. I’m free of the creamy crack and back to being naturally black!


You’re still the one! Sunday, Jan 15 2012 

Nineteen years ago I met the love of my life, the man God designed just for me and I him. We started out as good friends and it blossomed into a beautiful relationship. Over some time we began the dating and then courting process which quickly led to our engagement and then I married my BEST friend two years later. We have been married for seventeen years and in the words of Mr. and Mrs. Brooks on In Living Color…We stiiiillllll together!!! I must admit it hasn’t always been a cake walk. He often tells me “girl I could bite you on the ankle sometimes” and I would in turn tell him “you aint no day at the beach either!” We have made our mistakes but there is one thing we have always stood on, other than the Word of God, and that is DIVORCE IS NOT AN OPTION!

Over the years we have lived in our hometown of Baton Rouge, La., Greenville, NC., Fort Campbell, Ky., Clarksville, TN., and now Augusta, Ga. With four kids and a dog our family is complete. While living in Kentucky and Tennessee I acquired a slight taste for country music. I never rocked cowboy boots or even a cowboy hat but I learned a few songs and one I absolutely fell in love with. It truly sums it all up for me and gives a true picture of our relationship. My honey is and will always be THE ONE! Enjoy! :)

You’re still the one

Behold, all things are become new! Sunday, Jan 1 2012 

Happy New Year! 2011 had its share of ups and downs and truth be told, the first 6 months of it can kick rocks as far as I’m concerned. The second half was like training for the big game, extremely painful at times but you know in the end you win! I learned a lot about myself (the good, the bad and the ugly) and did a whole lot of growing. I also learned a lot about the power of love, the power of forgiveness and the power of redemption. We sometimes go through things in life and we don’t understand why but, it will stretch us beyond our capacity and cause us to grow and change us for the better. I am grateful for my life and the love of my life…my husband. With all that being said, I truly believe that 2012 has great things in store for me and my family. I can’t wait to see the manifestation of what’s to come!

We brought the New Year in home, just the 5 of us. Watched Dick Clark (bless his heart), popped a bottle of Welch’s Sparkling non-alcoholic white grape juice cocktail with the kids and watched the ball drop! We made a toast to the New Year, hugged and kissed and I even shed a few tears for my dad and the excitement of another year. After church later that morning we came home to a huge put of gumbo, had some friends over and watched tons of football…WHO DAT! I haven’t finished my goal list for this year yet. I want to make sure that the things I write are realistic and ones that I truly plan on sticking to. I’m so looking forward to this year: old things are passed away; behold all things are become new.

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