Hair. It's such an issue in the Black community and it's no exception in my house. I have no idea what to do with my daughter's hair. It looks like hers but longer. I love it. Except at 6:30 in the morning when I'm trying to get out the door. I don't want to relax it, but I have run out of styles. I could keep it braided, but she (and I) gets bored with that. I have an appointment to have both of our hair done next week, but I just don't know. If I could find some product that I could use that would make styling it so much easier, we would all be so much happier. I've tried doing it the night before and wrapping it, but the texture is so funny and she is such a wild sleeper that whatever wrap I put on is off and I have to do her hair all over again. I press it out sometimes which makes it managable for a couple of days, but with summer coming I would have to do it every night and I just ain't up for that. We're talking up to 2 hours or more for a decent press, not even a hard press. Plus I hated getting my hair pressed as a kid and she's not too keen on it either. I'm going to a new stylist with hair similar to my daughter's so hopefully she can offer some good suggestions. We shall see.
As for me, I'm staying nappy. I love being natural. I just want to experiment with different styles. I've done braids, twists, 'fro, puffs, cornrows. I need something new. I am one of those people who changes her hair every month or so. I can't see keeping the same style for years and years. That's like wearing the same shirt over and over. Aren't you ready for a change. So I'm putting mine and my daughter's hair in Shawna's hands, wish us luck.

I'm not always so grumpy. Really I'm not. To prove it I'm going to list 5 reasons why I love my husband. That's nice, right? Cut me some slack here, I'm trying.

1. He calls me silly names like Chocolate Chips, or his little African cactus, or the most beautiful girl in the world.
2. All I have to say is that I don't feel like cooking today and he's off the couch and searching the refrigerator for something to cook.
3. He willingly changes the baby's diaper, even when he goes poopy without me having to ask, or drop any hints like some men who act like they lost their sense of smell.
4. He's the best lover I ever had.
5. Every time we go to the store, he refuses to allow me to carry more than 2 bags simply because his "sweet baby shouldn't have to strain herself".
6. When I asked last night if I could go buy a pair of jeans last night his response was, "That's the silliest question I've ever heard. I'll get a second job, just so you can buy the whole store if you wanted."
7. He lets me fill the house with books.
8. He cleans so I don't have to walk into a dirty house, even if I'm the one who made the mess.
9. He's always kissing all over me.
10. I work for crappy pay doing work I love and when we talk about needing more money, his solution is for him to get a second job, never for me to get a higher paying position.
11. He's an awesome father.
12. Even when we fight he still does all those loving things, except the kissing all over me one.
13. He apologizes even when I'm the one who was wrong.
14. He sends me text messages at work just to let me know he loves me.
15. He tells me I'm an awesome mother.
16. If I spend all my money on the kids, he goes out and buys something for me, even if it's just a value meal from McDonald's.
17. He puts up with my sister whom he hates just because I love her.
18. He lets me turn off the air conditioner because I'm freezing even if he's sweating.
19. When I suggested having my sister watch the kids so he & I could go on a date, his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

Man, I could keep going on and on. I am one lucky lady to have such a wonderful man so devoted to me. I must do something special for him tonight.

I think I'm just becoming a witch in my old age. I find myself being a lot less tolerant than I used to be. Wait, let me clarify that. I used to be amused by ignorant people. I'm not so tolerate anymore. Now I have to resist the urge to snatch them up like a dog and her pup and smack the crap out of them.
Went to the grocery store yesterday to fill my 'script and buy diapers for the babe and there was some young kid with his pants sagging below his butt. I hate that. He literally had his pants hanging below his butt. Can you say taking a fad too far? Then he gets in the car and forgets about the cart and runs over it. Dummy.
My neighbor constantly knocks on my door asking for crap. Cigarettes, iron, laundry soap, bleach, eggs, salt, sugar and dish soap are all things she's asked for in the past week. Yesterday I just stared at her until she said, "Maybe I'll go next door and ask her." Good idea, mooch.
My daughter has poisen ivy and the school sent her home and said she can't return until she goes to the doctor. It's poisen ivy, people, it's mostly dried up. Why didn't you send her home yesterday? It's not contagious anymore, unlike that little girl who sits next to my daughter who has lice. "Mommy, why do bugs keep falling out of C___'s hair?" No, I was not kidding when I said I want my daughters seat moved, I don't care if there are only a few days left in the school year.
My neighbor keeps knocking on my door asking my husband to fix stuff for her. At first it was cool, then it became annoying, now it must stop. Find. Your. Own. Damn. Man. Do you think I spent the last 5 years of my life putting up with his crazy ass for him to fix your stuff? If it was every once in awhile I could handle it, but it's every day. I will get ugly.
My husband used to work with this girl who likes him. He agreed to fix her car, since he used to be a mechanic. Not a problem. We can always use the money. Why did she think it would be okay to call him at 10pm asking him to come and drive her somewhere, twice. Obviously ol' girl didn't know. He said he'll fix your car, you can make arrangements at work, there's no need for you to call. He told you he's married and it's not cool for you to just call, so why do you keep on? Next time her number shows up on caller ID, let me answer it, honey. Problem solved.
I am pregnant, maybe it's the hormones, or maybe I'm just turning into a cranky old woman.

Bad ebony!
Okay Penda, you got me. I didn't mean "witch" literally. I did it in quite the same way people say "femi-nazi" or something. It's still inappropriate and encourages unfair stereotypes I know, witch does not automatically mean evil woman with a cauldron and warty nose, and supporting women's rights doesn't put you in the same class as Hitler, but even perfect people like me make mistakes every once in blue moon. Besides I tried eating my babies once and quickly learned that society frowns on humans doing stuff like that.