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October 24, 2006

When Do We Begin Womanhood?

Remeber the Nehi sodas Orange, Grape, and Peach? They were so good! Wikipedia says that they became Royal Crown, and "[this soda] is now a brand of Cadbury Schweppes Americas Beverages." They've branded many items including, Motts Apple juice, Dentyne, and the Snapple beverages. That's something I didn't know.

When Dexatrim was the hot market item back in the late 70s and early 80s, I tried it. My father had some lying around. I had decided, at the time, that I was fat. I remember the directions stating to take one or two pills, and then drink a full glass of water. I couldn't have been more than 10 or 12. I was in the 6th grade.

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January 16, 2006

My 5 Year Old Turns 6

This is an old, but new entry. I was so busy yesterday that I had forgot to post. So I'm posting this entry on the date that I should have entered it in the first place.

This past weekend was T**'s weekend. Although we did not have much money to celebrate, we made the best of it, and we had a damned good time.

First I want to give a huge shout out to M** because she invited us over to help celebrate T**'s birthday, and also to offer me some comfort and support as a friend. I love you M**! You are so wonderful, and you're a damned good friend! I hope that when you need me that I can be there for you too. I also want to thank B** (that's M**'s stud) for cooking a fab dinner. Dinner, a movie, and kids shouting, laughing, and playing in the background (and one jumping on me from the table, loved it!)...now, that's an evening well spent.

So, my 5 year old turned 6 on Jan. 16, 2006, and I forgot to post her big day to the world. Well,

Happy B-Day T**!!!


Mommy loves you! Have a great year!

January 01, 2006

Update: Games We Play...My Bald Headed Granny

To ring in the New Year, I need to think about the past year. One of the things that comes to mind is listening to my girls sing childhood songs that they will always remember. Here's an update to the post I had a while ago titled, "Games We Play". My daughters have introduced me to a new song:

A, B, C, D, E, F, G...
ain't nobody gonna mess with me
my momma
my daddy
my bald headed granny
she's ninety-nine
she thinks she's fine
she's going out with a friend of mine
go granny...go, go...go granny...go, go
Welcome to McDonalds
may I take your order
see my pinky
see my thumb
see my fist
you'd better run.

That is fun and funny!

June 07, 2005

Aleshia's Little Instruction Book

  • Pay your bills, even if that means paying them in increments.

  • Take time to enjoy your family, everyday!

  • Get to know your child's teacher(s). Attention to the teacher, helps your child in the long run.

  • Call your parents, at least once a week, to let them know that you love them and haven't forgotten about them, even though your life is spasmodic.

  • It doesn't hurt to call your siblings every now and then either.

  • Sometimes you have to live with the mistakes you make. Just don't repeat them!

  • When you're wrong, admit it, especially if there is another person involved. Tell them that you were wrong, and live with it. Not with the guilt.

  • Learn to use at least two software programs really well.

  • Read something that turns you on!

  • Sometimes it's okay to tell a white lie (whatever that is) as long as you don't truly offend anyone.

  • Drink more, stay happy.

  • Don't get frustrated when it feels like things are closing in. Just keep your chin up and keep smiling. No one will ever know.

  • As you move through life, try and find a person whom you can confide in. It's better than fried toast!

  • Everytime you find loose change, put it in a box, jar, or whatever you have. Make a promise to yourself to spend it only when you really need it.

  • Don't let anyone force you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. When you start to do it, you'll feel out-of-place and you'll be anti-social.

  • If you have overpronate feet, purchase only the best shoes for your feet; other wise, you'll regret not doing so, when you are older (and all fatted out).

  • Learn about financial investments, and then invest in something. With the flip-flopping econonmy and loss of pensions, you may not have a "fixed" income when you retire.

  • Plant a garden and try living off your land for a while.

  • It's better to have at least two children instead of one, if that is possible for you. Single children can be a pain in the ass; and so are spoiled brats.

  • Remember your birthday, anniversary, or a special moment you shared with your best friend, and treasure that event.

  • Get out and do something for yourself, at least once a week.

  • Everyday you wake up gives you another chance to live just a bit differently, to see life just a bit differently, and to gain just a bit more knowledge.
  • May 22, 2005

    Life...My Point of View

    When life takes hold and you are grounded in the rudiments of rational objective thinking, you become responsible. You have bills, raise your children, work to support your family (and not yourself), and if you are lucky, you wed a supportive spouse.

    Some of us, whole heartedly give up some of the little things in life to work in an environment that takes more than forty hours a week in addition to the twenty or so, which are non-paid, but expected. Some of us, whole heartedly commit to doing things where we have to "watch our backs" every twenty or so yards. And Some of us, whole heartedly just give up...we don't give a damn; we let them fend for themselves, or we shovel them off to someone else.

    But for those of us who try to make an honest living according to the unofficial rules demanded by this society of which we are a part, we work whole heartedly because we decided to embark on a new phase, a new chapter of our lives: finding a means to survive, when someone else's life depends on what you do to help them maintain balance. And with every page we turn, there's something new and exciting on the next page.

    Yea, you get frustrated sometimes. You might even want to take your hands and grip their little necks, causing them to asphyxiate. But you in your love for them, you decide that its not worth it because you'll miss them when they are gone.

    Love sometimes can be an unconditional oversight.

    March 29, 2005

    Cooking for My Father

    When I first learned to cook, my father was always my tester. What I remember most about cooking for him was the anticipation of finding out whether he actually liked it; this took too long.

    Once he had gotten hungry, he would walk into the kitchen and sit at the table. Then he'd say, "Baby, whacha cookin'?" I would answer, and then he'd say, "Let me try it." I'd fix (in AAVE, southern style, that means to prepare) a plate and sit it in front of him; then, he'd dig in.

    One particular afternoon, I had prepared steak w/gravy and rice, along with some green beans. The rice was extremely mushy, and the steak had not cooked long enough. I had seen my mother smother (in AAVE, that means to cover with a lid) steak with onions and seasonings. Her steak would fall apart (in a good way) every time she fixed it. It would be so tender, you could sit your fork on it and with little or no effort on your part, the fork would slice the steak. Anyhow, that night, I had prepared dinner.

    So, as my father began to fork the steak, he couldn't slice it. That was an indication of my first mistake. I hadn't let it cook long enough. He asked me for a steak knife after not being able to cut the meat. After some success, he popped it in his mouth, chewing very slowly, almost as if he were savouring the taste. But all the while, he had this strange look on his face. As naive as I was, I couldn't wait for him to tell me how much he enjoyed it. He only looked at me and smiled as he plowed through my dinner.

    After he had cleaned his plate, leaving few food particles, he turned and said to me, "Baby, if you expect a man to marry you, you've gotta stay in the kitchen a lit' longer." And I replied, "So, did it taste good?" "The steak was kinda hard to get through," he replied, "but I'm still here."

    Every time I think about this moment. I laugh out loud. Nowadays, I know that I'm not an elegant chef , but my family likes it whenever I cook, whatever I cook, and when friends drop by, I've been able to get an "mmmmm...good" every now and then. So, I'm doing something right.

    March 24, 2005

    Carless Little Me

    When I was in sixth grade, I was member of the junior high marching band. Yep, sure was. Can't imagine myself doing something like that now. Well, after one of those great and wonderful events, we packed on the bus and left for home. On the way back, we stopped by McDonalds to grab a bite to eat. I was kinda excited because it was the first time that my mom had given me $20. Before she had always given me $5 or $10. Anyhow, I knew that I would have enough money to eat, and some to keep for later, when I would to go to the store and buy pickles, sour candy, and chips.

    So the bus pulls into the school's driveway. I rush to get off because I wanted this boy to see me. On my way to the band room, I dropped a bag of trash into the large covered can just outside the door. Went in, put my horn up, called my mom, and rushed back out so that that boy would recognize me. He never knew I existed. By the time my mom had come to pick me up, I was dissappointed that he didn't even bother to say hello.

    Got home, threw my change of clothes on my bed, and started to search my pockets for the money. Stupid me. I had forgotten that I had placed the money in the McDonald's bag for safe keeping. Yea, it was safe alright. In that big grey covered trash can right next to the band room.

    March 09, 2005

    Terrifying Moments

    See, my childhood and teenage years are loaded with moments that I wouldn't wish on anyone else. But despite that, I think that those expereinces are all lessons learned, even if some of them were learned the hard way. One of those moments that I'll never forget was when I was an intern at IBM in San Jose, 1991.

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    February 24, 2005

    Remembering Elementary School Teachers

    I was thinking as I walked down the hallway in HBC, "Do I remember all of my elementary school teachers?" I think I can. Let me see.

    K - Mrs. Bryant
    1st - Mrs. Bridges
    2nd - Mrs. Dance
    3rd - Mrs. Mullin
    4th - Mrs. McCallester
    5th - Mrs. Ross (the lady who had a thing for the PE teacher)

    Apparently, my K-3 teachers impressed me.

    I also remember my 6th grade math teacher, Mr. Wallace. He was superfantastic! He was the only math teacher I had who seemed to take a genuine interest in my math skills. Guess that's why I studied math from basic all the way up through Calculus II.

    Don't get me wrong, but many teachers have helped me along the way. It's just that some left more of an impression on me than others.