Adding to my Tyler Perry Collection

So, yesterday evening me and the fam watched "I Can Do Bad All By Myself" and it was a tearjerker......even my 2 Little Kittens (Blesyn and Faith) were fighting back the tears. While my hubby is not a Tyler Perry fan, he can't deny enjoying the soulful voices of Ms. Mary J. and Ms. Gladys Knight. Taraji P. and Adam Rodriguez were awesome, and it was inspirational to discover that the entire film was produced at the Tyler Perry Studios in ATL. If you have yet to see this movie, I'll answer just a couple of questions and you can decide for yourself whether to buy, rent, borrow, or just "forget about it".

Would I watch this movie again? Yep, but only when my parents come up for a visit because I know they'll want to see it.

Was this movie worth the $15, 16, or 17.99 that my hubby paid for it? (Thanks hubby!) Yes, because had we gone to the movies we'd paid $32.00 for four tickets, and that is only if we were fortunate enough to catch the matinee.

I'll admit that Tyler Perry's movies are becoming more and more sophisticated and less distracting with each new release. I'm looking forward to checking out "Why Did I Get Married Too" when it hits theaters in April.

The New Twenty Ten

Dutch and I were fortunate enough to bring the New Year in with friends. How blessed are we to have such awesome people in our life? Extremely blessed! We come together, we laugh, we drink, we play and we just spread love the entire time we're around each other. I can't wait to blog about the adventures we'll pursue together in Twenty Ten.

Cheers to spending Twenty Ten with friends!

Late Holiday Blog - Young Celebrity

Ok, I'm guilty of not posting this blog on December 16, 2009, but, I just had to share this moment. This was the day of my 3-year olds holiday debut---her rendition of Jingle Bells in front of a studio audience.

While it was suppose to be her and the entire 3 year old class that sung an angelic version of Jingle Bells in G major, my resilient 3-year old was the loudest singer. As she stared each audience member in the eyes, and yelled, in a sweet melodic voice that only a mother could appreciate, "In a one horse open sleigh, HEY, jingle bells jingle bells........". I was so proud of she (baby talk). While most of the other 3 year olds wiped their snotty noses with their sleeves, cried for their mommy, or just fidgeted with their fingers in their noses-----my baby girl was born for Broadway.......watch out Raven Simone & KeKe Palmer, Faith Richardson is Disney bound!!!!!!

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention.....see the bells that she holds in her hand? She rang those loud and proud as she sung her song. OMG, she can multitask with her talents too! Now, tell me a major motion picture is not in my baby girls future :-).

Cheers!

It's always to nice to retire my evening with a glass of wine, what I like to call a "tidy toast". Why use the word "tidy" to describe this time of the day? Because it is only enjoyable when my thoughts are clear, my daily to do list is complete, and my house and family are in order. Then, I can lift my glass to acknowledge all I've accomplished in the past 16-18 hours, and be thankful that I can have another "tidy toast". Sips 1, 2 and 3 that I take from my wine glass have significant meanings----they are to life, love and the lady; the remaining sips are to lush, forget about it.

The first sip is for the blessings I call my "life"--two lovely daugthers, an awesome husband (whose a great dad, lover and friend), healthy parents (that love and adore the company of their grandkids), and friends (who like having me around).

The second sip is for "love"--embracing those who love me despite their faults, and giving to those that have given so much to me.

The third sip is for maintaining my "lady" status throughout the day even when the "catty" chic has tested my patience.

All other sips are for the intoxication---just a little something to make evening EXCITING!!!!!!

What I Like To Call----Sarcastic Assism

On occasion when referencing the personality of my husband, I'll call him a asshole. Though I love him dearly, he truly has mastered and exerts the attitude that some refer to as a "True New Yorker", but, I like to call it "Sarcastic Assism".

While I appreciate his honesty (which is why he is my best friend and lover), he sure knows how to make you feel like an idiot for not recognizing the truth before he speaks it. I think the fact that I know he loves me dulls down the cutting edge of the words he utters to me in a sarcastic tone. But, its those words, with that attitude, that prompt me to rethink my position and reconsider my options, and for that I'm thankful. Thankful that, he opens the door for me to focus in a comfortable environment. Thankful that, he lends me a tough love type of guidance and allows me to confide in him my deepest fears, and thankful that, he continues to love me despite my inadequacies.

Never knew such a harsh title, "Sarcastic Assism", used to describe such a harsh attitude could have such a loving and captivating definition.