Weekly 'Mental' Purge

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

 

 

Okay so this blog thing is not working out a planned. This past week has been super crazy to say the least. We, me, I am in the middle of a year end cycle at work with the sole purpose of ensuring that all employees W2 statements are accurate. So forgive me for this super late posting, late material, past thoughts and sporatic randomness. #Tired.com #NoSleepatAll #BusyMom #PlumTired


With Thanksgiving in the past, thanks to the kids constantly reminding me of their Christmas debt wish list I know December is super close. I am so not ready for the holidays. Yet, this is my favorite time of the year.  We typically pull the tree out of the attic to decorate although my dear sweet hubby has yet to take down the decorations from the attic. #PatientlyWaiting. O_o   There is really no set tradition in the White House other than me trying to decide which color scheme to decorate for that year. Decisions, decisions …. Any way I look forward to the best cartoons ever A Charlie Brown Christmas, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman.  The kids don’t appreciate the Christmas cartoons back in ‘my’ day but little do they know this was the time the family congregated in the living room with hot chocolate, snacks and feet pajamas to indulge in the meaning of Christmas .. Family!


This week has been exhausting, hence this late post that was due on Friday. Monday was my last day on PTO (personal time off), I did my Martin Lawrence imitation DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! It’s all good though I had a great weekend. Initially my plan was to sit around journal, catch up on my new favorite TV show The Walking Dead, sleep and just maybe (maybe) go to the gym however things do not always work out as planned. My ususal marathon of events took over, more like a possession; cooking, cleaning, washing and the list goes on and on. End of story, after all it was said and done, finally I was able to relax with a nice glass of wine. Ultimately, the pen went dry, I avoided the gym, and the TV ended up watching me BUT, I got some sleep ;)
 

In other news, let the games begin. Malik and Charity basketball games are in full effect and boy I am tired just thinking about the seemingly endless games. As much as I don’t understand the game it is really exciting to see the kids work hard with their team. Don’t laugh but I only yell when the crowd does, and repeat the chants made to the refs by another parent when a call is made against one of our players. Other than buying $1 gummy bears, greasy nachos and sour pickles and nursing a tummy ache the next day that is the extent of my basketball knowledge.  Needless to say neither of  the kids teams have won a game but the spirit of those events are memories they will cherish forever … win or lose.
 


Finally.  Hopefully next week I will be able to provide more insight into The White House. Until then, have a great weekend.

Diary of a MAD BLACK MOM

Dear Kids,

Starting today there will be a new kitchen chore added to the already long list of other things that are so conveniently forgotten.

• Fill up the Brita Water Pitcher aka holy water

If this new is task is not carried out I will be forced to punish you a ass whooping with faucet water aka the devil.

Thanks so much sweetie pies

Love
Mom

Happy Thanksgiving __ Before, During, And After

 

"I was smiling yesterday, I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow. Simply because life is too short to cry for anything" ~Author Unknown~

 

Every year as Thanksgiving approaches I start reflecting on things I am thankful for such as family.  This time of the year is very difficult being so far away from my Florida family, knowing they are together without me,  celebrating in fun.  The tradition in the Bishop household (Orlando) is to wake up early to a big breakfast , and to lay out the strategy for the day.  Mommie always give us duties that hardly ever seem to get done (by Yasha mostly.. lol). I pitch in here and there but I claim the title of GUEST since our family travels in to visit. Mommie won't admit it but she loves the hustle and bustle of her kids/grandkids moving around getting in her way and doing absolutely nothing to help.

As we prepare to sit for dinner, sometimes (if we remember) everyone has to say what they are thankful for at the dinner table. To date, we have never shed a tear but we do have a few laughs along the way. At the end of the day I love my family and I am so thankful no matter where I am I feel included and loved.

With a sadness, a tear drop and now a smile, I have to say this year I will not make it to Florida, however a change of attitude is needed and that is exactly what I did, changed my attitude.

What am I thankful for... family, friends, my house, my job, good health ...LIFE! This Thanksgiving will be GREAT, because I am claiming it!

Thanksgiving Eve

 

Dinner at Ivy's, it sounds so sophisticated right? WHEW, is all I can say about this week. I have to laugh now because up until the actual the day the event planning process was nerve wrecking to say the least.  A intimate gathering for a few family memberss turned into a full fledged mass of confusion.  Whats on the menu Ms. Ivy ... Turkey, green beans, dressing, rolls and sweet potatoe pie. The 100lb turkey had been cooking since 12 o'clock that day so by 7pm it was still not done. Lavonda saved the day with the single family size turducken. Obviously it was not enough for everyone but no one complained besides it was 1st come 1st serve,  get in where you fit in moment! I loved it!!!!! Who says you need meat for Thanksgiving o_O

Thanksgiving Day .. A Day of Thankfulness and Servitude

Whats on the menu for today Tiffany.... Baked turkey breast in a bag, mustard greens with smoked ham hocks, red potatoe salad, rolls and butter pound cake. I must say, although it was last minute I did my thing, and put my foot up all in that.  (So say I)

Moment of Giving~
I have always wanted to involve my kids in community projects especially when it involves giving back to others.  My son Malik ONeal and I went to the Humble Civic Center to volunteer with serving others that are not as fortunate. We arrived a little late (CPT)... but I was pleasantly suprised at the turn out of givers and receivers.  We checked in at the volunteer station and was to told to find a spot, any spot.  Not to be discouraged but we went from station to station asking for a opportunity to help, the majority of the stations were full with volunteers but we squeezed in at the drink station for a bit. I have to say filling cups with ice and pouring sweet tea was not that exciting but seeing all those faces was a defining moment.  All in all it was an amazing feeling helping others, giving back and being apart of something epic. At the end, we got us a to go plate for the road.

Love of a family~
Tiauna arrived home just in time to join us for dinner at Aunt Tameria and Uncle Charles house.  Late as always, we arrived just in time to fix a plate, heat it up in the microwave and catch the last quarter of the Texans' game. After eating up some food, we all sat around talking, gossiping, and remembering moments with Madea. Listening to my hubby talk about his childhood, and the Grisby sisters talk about their childhood was entertaining. As always when it was time to clean up, I was no where to be found without my camera that is!

The atmosphere was initimate, on point and I actually felt at home. It felt like Family!

At the end of dinner, Tiauna passed out with that NIG-ITIS!

Thanksgiving..The Day After

A day of rest, reflection and did I mention REST? I am off from work, with no plans other than watching TV and the TV watching me!

Happy Holidays

Well, it's been a few months since the last post, whoops! So, I figured it's high time I posted something!!!!!
Hi everyone...I know I've been MIA and it's now WINTER what can I say, plus I seem to be getting use to change, life and love on a whole new level.

 

I am not sure but something moved me to get this blog thing started again. No promises ....

 

Right now I am throwing around some ideas on what direction to take this thing in. Whatever I decide it must be important to me, entertaining enough for you and passionate.

 

Whats important to me .....GOD, ME, FAMILY, LIFE, FRIENDS AND so many other things that are renting space in my head. Basically its survival. Surviving the ups, downs and merry go rounds of life. My hope is to keep things positive, informative, and enlightening.

 

So lets see where this goes.....

 

My Life...Your Entertainment ;)

 

 

Ignorance is Bliss

What you don't know won't hurt you ....
In actuality what you don't can hurt you....

Ignorance is bliss means not knowing something is better than knowing it.  Basically a person who would rather not know the truth.

IF ignorance is bliss then why aren't more people happy?

Can we talk? .....CRASH DUMMY

Remember that song from back in the day .. Dem Dry Bones by James and Roseamund Johnson? Well on Tuesday I was in a car accident. Every day is more uncomfortable than the first day and today Dem bones popped in my head when I tried getting up this morning.

Your thigh bone connected to your hip bone,

Your hip bone connected to your back bone,

Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone,

Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone,

Your neck bone connected to your head bone,

I hear the word of the Lord!

At the time of the accident my adrenaline was pumping, so initially I only felt the burning sensation in my leg and hip. At that time no one could not tell my hip wasn't broken. Thankfully it was not, but damn it sure feels like it's broke. Once the seat belt was removed pain radiated in my neck. I screamed like a banshee. God forbid anyone gets into a accident but if you do, it helps when the hospital is around the corner. Thankfully the doctor at Memorial Herman was quick to take me out of my misery. Shot out to pain meds... lol. 

Two days later, the pain is more intense than the first day. Newton's law is definitely relevant in my case. My body did things one would think impossible. I pride myself on being cute, however there is nothing cute when you walk with a limp. :(

According to Dr. Godard (Link is below) momentum can be transferred from one object to another. (Randomness)

Once I was settled with pain medication, my emotions and pain shifted from my body to my car. We purchased the car in November 2011, so its still a new born baby fresh out the womb. My heart hurts for Jade (yes, I named my car).  I am painfully waiting for my body to heal and my car to be repaired. Things will never be the same with my body or car. . We both have depreciated significantly.



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newton's_laws_of_motion



Perfect examples of turning a moment into a movement ….

Perfect examples of turning a moment into a movement..

1 – Obvious lack of motivation. Try as I might I have fallen short of maintaining the things I once loved (and still do on some level of consciousness). My closet is a complete disaster. Once upon a time, all items were color coordinated by style, and season, now it is a lump of a mess,a lump of a mess…. Yes I duplicated so you know that I am not exaggerating. My lovely shoes have lost their home. Empty shoe boxes are thrown here, there, all over, existing where they land in hopes of one day providing a home for a cute shoe. Journaling use to be an all day daily occurrence, now my journal is lucky if I pick it up. This really saddens me... its April my journal started in February. Blog, has traveled far far away into the depths of my mind in hopes of being resurrected, rescued and written. Whatever! The gym... what can I say other than it doesn’t exist in my heart therefore my body has taken on a life of its own. My NOVEL... has abandoned me. I forgot the plot so I need to start over.  I don't need luck I got Jesus....

2 – I have totally forgotten the transition from childhood to teenager. The only way I can describe it now that I have kids is it’s like Bruce Banner changing into the Hulk. Their abilities are comparable…

• Regenerative healing – Sick one minute, completely healed the next when a party is mentioned
• High resistance to mind control – No longer listens to parents
• Vast leaping ability – Will dodge chores, and school work

-Teenagers/Hulk both have an emotional and impulsive alter ego of withdrawing; this can sometimes be described as depression however I much rather label it with subconsciously CRAZY!

-The teenager/Hulk appears shortly after he/she is accidentally exposed to the blast of hormonal changes that shock their system into thinking they are grown

-Strong emotions such as anger, terror and grief are also triggers for forcing the teenagers transformation into the Hulk. Which is usually sets in upon hearing the word ‘NO’.

3 – Doggie blues. Why me??? I love animals more specifically dogs. Yet once they reach the moment of self awareness, they lose me. Let me back this up into my dog. Bleux Martini White is a mixed Pit/Lab (just guessing), grey coat with the deep grey eyes. Very nice looking dog yet he has one major flaw ‘CHEWING’. Not the normal chew and swallow but the excessive need to constantly chew any and everything in his path. All things are chewable, which includes but not limited to...

• Shoes no matter the name brand, price or quality
• Pillows
• Blankets
• Water bottles
• Video game cords
• Cell phone chargers
• Kitchen floor linoleum
• His leash
• The corner of the couch
• My grandmother table
• His tail
• Our feet

So you see, he doesn’t discriminate on what to chew, its equal opportunity for all things in his line of vision. I have come to dislike this dog, not because he is a dog, he is doing what dogs do but because he has hypnotized the family into thinking he is sweet and innocent thereby giving him second chances and get out of cage free cards. Since I can can't stay mad at my family I am mad at Bleux.

4- The Attic. Perfect book title.  Needless to say, there is nothing perfect about my attic. The thought of cleaning the attic brings forth a rush of emotions ranging from happy, fear, mad and failure, and not exactly in this order. Originally I put things up there until I was able to make room in the house. It has been 5 years and that same stuff is still in the attic, never been touched or thought about until now. Where the heck do I begin? Please don’t laugh at my pain, there are cassette tapes, floppy disks, school books, Barbie collectable dolls,  clothes that are keepers (but not), and other misc items that I can barely remember. No space, no time, just stuffy.

5- Appliances. In this day and age, why oh why am I turning on my dryer with pliers? My refrigerator shelves are being held in place by hangers, the stove door doesn’t shut all the way therefore heat permeates the entire living space, and the dishwasher has a mind of its own, sometimes it cleans the dishes and sometimes it doesn’t. No comment needed, I am just sayin….

My chaotic self in 5 paragraphs …