Geez, my daughter has a crush on Prince Michael Jackson. And she can't just say his name, she has to do "jazz hands" while saying Prince. Give. Me. A. Break. Please.

It's a little after 2pm and I just realized that my wrist doesn't hurt. The ER doc said I didn't break it, but it has hurt for nearly 2 months. That's more than a sprang, y'all. Doctors don't know everything, and tests, including x-rays, don't always show all. I broke my ankle before and they didn't believe me, until the 4th x-ray revealed a hairline fracture. The outcome would have been the same (a removable brace) so I didn't argue with this one. I'm just happy it's better.

My stalker was released from jail recently, so pray for me.

My dear friend is thinking of moving to Ohio. She will stay with me of course and I would love it. I miss her and our late night conversations. Except this time we won't be pregnant together 'cause I ain't having no more babies.

This morning while getting dressed I asked Lady Day how I looked. Her response is why I'm counting down to her 18th birthday when I can kick her out with no legal consequences: "Yeah, except your stomach is fat."



I heard a commercial with this song and it brought back alot of memories. They didn't get alot of air play, but I wore the CD out. Digable Planets "be to rap, like key be to lock."

Happy Birthday to ya!
"If you bungle raising your children, I don't think whatever else you do well matters very much." --Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

Say it isn't so! I can't be that old. I remember when I was 11, and here I am celebrating my daughter's 11th birthday this past Saturday. She's the love of my life and being the oldest of my crew many times she's a life saver. She often makes me shake my head wondering what we're going to go through when she's 16, or 36. I love her, her brothers adore her, kids are calling my house day and night (No, Lady Day cannot receive calls at 11:30 at night. Does your momma know you're on the phone?) wanting to be her friend. She's a princess and I'm honored to be the one with job of raising her to be a queen.