My passion for music is elemental. It’s like air, I can’t help but to breath it in. It’s one of the many sources of my survival. October 9, 2007 would have been the 67th birthday of John Lennon. Love him or hate him, you cannot deny that this man was an important staple in music. I won’t delve too much into his political beliefs (although, I agree with most of them) it would take a post and then some. I will however, present you with some quotes from John Lennon himself:
“You don’t need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are!”
“You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.”
“When you’re drowning, you don’t say ‘I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,’ you just scream. “
“We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it. “
Some would say that John’s beliefs of peace and love were unrealistic…..but were they? Think about the world in which we currently live; war, hunger, hate, the killing of thousands. We are living in desperate times and I’d rather have the fanciful beliefs
of peace and love rather than waite for the inevitable.
Martin Luther King, Jr., John F. Kennedy, Malcolm X, Bob Marley, and Mahatma Gandhi all had their beliefs of how the world should exist. They “Imagined” the world a better place. I’m afraid we’ve let them down……something got lost in the fray.
This bumbling idiot be voted off the fucking island! This man has Forrest Gumped his way through eight years of doing absolutely NOTHING for this country. At least during Clinton’s term in office we had had far less problems than we do now. (thanks Monica, owe you one)! Lets see……….during Forrest’s time in office, he’s managed to:
1) Fuck Up.
2)Start a major war.
3)Send our troops over seas to be slaughtered.
4)Fuck Up.
5)Basically ignore the victims of Hurricane Katrina
6)Send his henchmen to do his dirty work (Cheney’s going around shooting his friends, while Condollezza nearly got her ass beat the other day)
7)Oh yeah…….fuck up.
8)Turn the White House into a breeding ground for pedophiles.
9)Continues this game of “hide and seek” with Osama Bin Laden.
10) Fuck UP.
Yeah Forrest is doin it up over there in the White House. In my opinion, I honestly think that poor Forrest has lost intrest in being Village Idiot. I don’t know how it got to this, maybe this could explain it. Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you….Tom Hank’s portrayal of George Bush in the movie Forrest Gump:
This has been one of the best weekends I’ve had in a very long time. I went home to the jazz festival and had a ball. I got to see friend that I haven’t seen literally in years. Thanks Sarah and Thomas for a great time!
Dizzy Gillespie Monument
Dizzy’s Horn
News Displays
Columbia Jazz Orchestra
Music at the Wine Factory
I thought this was too cute
Sarah & Thomas
See the cup I’m holding! After two cups of red wine from the Wine Factory, I was feelin pretttttttty goooood!
Ok kiddies, I’m out for the weekend! I’m going to the South Carolina Jazz Festival in Cheraw, South Carolina, my hometown and the home of
the great jazz legend Dizzy Gillespie. The festival is held every year in his honor. There will be jazz artists from all over along with some of Dizzy’s original band members.
**Sigh** Ok, so I had some down time from the the Glam Squad, the threesome literally had me going in circles the past two weeks. I was surfing the net and decided that I would check out myspace just to see if there were any people that I knew on it. I found some old class mates and friends I haven’t heard from in years, even some family members which was cool. So, being the nosey parent that I am I typed my oldest daughter’s name just to know whether or not I had to beat some serious ass tonight. (She was lucky)! My husband and I keep his sister’s two kids every summer from Atlanta. When they were here this summer, I remember both my daughter and my niece on the computer………… a lot! So I typed in my niece’s name and what do you know……………..this twelve year old child has a myspace page! It felt like fifty demons went through my body. I couldn’t believe the mess that was on her page. What the hell does a twelve year old know about niggas, etc.? Another thing I want to know is why does her profile says that she’s fifteen? Don’t even get me started on that nasty ass pose she had goin on! WHERE THE HELL IS THIS CHILD’S MOMMA!!!!!! Me being me had to regulate, not giving a damn whose daughter she is. I thought I would give her a call (she has a cell phone mind you) we talked for awhile and I went in for the kill:
Me: You like myspace huh?
Niece: huhh?
Me: Myspace.
Niece: My friends are on myspace but I’m not.
Me: You’re not?
Niece: No ma’am.
**With every no ma’am I’m getting hotter and hotter**
Me: Just for the record, I found your little ass on myspace.
*Crickets chirping*
Me: When did you turn fifteen?
*Damn crickets still chirping*
Me: Helloooooo?
Niece: Ma’am
This little heffa thinks I’m playing with her! I explained to her that there were people who seek out young girls on places like myspace and that it wasn’t safe, especially when you give out misleading information on your profile. After my speech I told her that if her myspace page wasn’t down by the time I get to Atlanta the following weekend for her birthday, I was going to whip ass from here to eternity!
Needless to say, she shut it down a couple of hours after our coversation. Oh, and I am aware that she may start another page on Bebo or face book, all I have to say is you can run but you can’t hide……..PERIOD!!!!
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I’m in the grocery store minding my own business, I get to the check out counter with debit card in hand. Giving the “evil eye” to the middle member of the Glam Squad for something, I can’t remember. I turned back and focused my attention to the cashier (middle aged white woman) and she was giving me this nasty look:
Me: I’m sorry ma’am how much did you say?
Cashier: $102.86.
Cashier: Put yer EBT code in!
Ummmmm*Blank Stare*
Me lookin like a deer caught in headlights: I’m sorry?
Cashier: Put yer EBT code in, you know yer code?
Mind you this bitch is talking to me like this with the Glam Squad in tow………..BIG MISTAKE!
Me: Um, let me explain something to you, what’s on your name tag………oh, Kelly. First of all Kelly, not ALL black people carry an EBT card! As a matter of fact not all black people steal or live in public housing. We’re not all lazy and DO TRUST ME when I say that not all of us are intimidated by the likes of YOU! Oh, and by the way,I work at _______________________, which is a state job, if you’re looking for something better, I case manage low-income people with finding employment and education along with business etiquette. When you’re ready……………give me a call!
Oh, and this will be a debit purchase…………with my VISA card!
By the time I was finished with my Julia Sugarbaker speech, the look on Kelly’s face was priceless!
The two youngest members of the Glam Squad are in their primary marching band. To see these little kids strut their stuff is amazing, they start from grades two to three. They get invited to college home comings like Claflin and S.C. State. When I say these kids are serious about being in this band…..I mean it! Anyway, I’m tired as holy hell, and my shift starts all over again in the morning. The middle member of the Glam Squad starts her first day of violin lessons!
A mother’s work is NEVER done!
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My little Divas Dorian & Khouri, I had to dress them at work
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My little Khouri
Anderson Primary Marching Band doing what they do best
This past weekend the Glam Squad and I went home to my niece’s thirteenth birthday party. Everything was going well, I met her little girlfriends who were really cool kids with the exception of one. I was having a good time taking pictures as usual when I overheard two girls talking. The ring leader was my niece’s “best friend”. She was complaining to the other girl that she was bored and how my niece didn’t have any boys at the party. I let her slide with that because these are children we’re talking about here, but then she made the statement of how my niece looked “stupid” in the outfit that she was wearing, well, needless to say I had to REGULATE! You can pretty much say what you want to me I’m grown, I can take it. But when you say something disrespectful toward my family I’ll have to set your ass straight with the quickness. I really don’t give a damn what age you are! Anyway, I simply asked her who her mom was and for her home number, come to find out I knew her mom from high school so I could understand why she had such a nasty ass disposition. I took my phone out and gave her mom a call. I told her that her daughter was bored and that she was ready to go, AND that she was not going to ruin my niece’s thirteenth birthday party. So I informed the little girl that her mother was on her way to pick her up because she was bored and ready to go! I told my sister what had happened and she was all for it because she spent entirely too much money to make her daughter’s birthday party a success to let some little fast ass girl ruin it. Point is………..when my sister is happy, then I’m happy.
Moving on…………………..
It was really weird seeing how much my niece has evolved into such a beautiful young lady. I watched in awe at how she interacted with her friends and how she is developing her own identity. I was in the delivery room when she was first introduced to the world (I fainted, but I was there never the less) I named her, taught her how to walk. I feel as if she’s my child. Being some three hours away from her and my sister is hard. I see so much of myself in her (only she can speak fluent Latin, go figure). As I watched her all I could think was damn, I’m getting old!
All in all the party was a success and she was happy with the way things worked out. I got her that damn Rhianna cd she wanted, do you realize how hard it was for me to actually go into a music store and buy that piece of crap? I must REALLY love her to go into a store in broad daylight and buy that hot ass mess.
So, enough of that, here are some pictures of my niece’s party….enjoy!
