Monthly Archives: April 2007

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What’s in a name?

So, the new young princess has a name, we think- mostly this is it

Gabrielle Taylor Ann

Thats right its The Cammy and Gabby Show. Although I prefer bria as a nickname to Gabby. We have gone all over the place looking for a name for her. Isabelle wasa a personal favorite for a while there. We even had bad joke names including Erin Brooke (which are the names of our most memorable ex’s)  Funny thing is as soon as I told her she had a name, i stopped getting quite so sick. Not all better - but definately less throwing up. I think she just wanted some identity.

So we are offically excited and moving towards being a four person, one dog household. And its kinda cool. so we also picked out the bedding we are hoping to get for her- and its time to find Cammy a big girl bed so we can free up the crib for our next little missy.

 good times ahead.

rose colored daddy glasses

I am a daddys girl.

I offer no apologies about that. My mother has stated my father may not have been the best husband but he was a good father to us, and I totally agree. In my childhood - which I admit was longer than average, my father could do very little wrong. Still can’t if I am honest with myself.  Now as an adult and looking at my father as a man I can see his imperfections and they don’t affect my love for him. Even in decisions I disagree with I can typically see my fathers reasoning, and understand. With my parents divorce I was honest about my disapointment in the decisions that were made - and was able to move on easily. I don’t see my father nearly as much as I would like, that fault lies evenly between us. I hoped for a son so perhaps I would see him more often the way I knew a daughter would bridge the space between my mother and I. When I was house hunting

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Russell Simmons’ ban is magically self serving

Ohhh!! I knew I wasn’t supposed to be impressed that Russell Simmons who I addressed in a post a few back magically called for a ban on a few of the harsher curse words used in Rap music including Hoe, bitch and N*gger. Perhaps if you didn’t have a new book beign released this week - I could possibly beleive this wasn’t just a pubilicty stunt to get you a little free press - so when people like me google looking for some additional info on the situation we find the amazon page for your new book.

My husband asked me when we first heard about this - “isn’t change possible?” the only change Russell is looking for is from the thirty bucks you drop for his book.   

okay maybe that was a little harsh, but dude - it is a little conveint when people magically see the light when they have something to gain…

I’ve hit the big time

I am being interviewed by St. Louis working mom, and she asks some interesting questions…  

1. Why St. Louis? Actually I was born here - and there is something in the water that keeps me from leaving, actually I think thats just my mom who doesn’t remember throwing a fit when I mentioned possibly moving to Vegas to become a teacher. Now, as of late I really like my city - I hated being from St. Louis for a long time, but Then I met m y husband and he helped me see so much of hte city I just hadn’t seen before. It still needs alot of work , St. Louis that is, but its come a long way.

2. When will we see you publish a book of poetry? Gheesh. Dude. At this rate? I can’t see it happening anymore. I miss poetry, I really do. And this may sound sad, It feels sad to even write it,

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They have begun the cloning….

So we found out its a girl.

 my silence and not preparedness is hilarious even to me.

imgp9893I don’t know why I was so unprepared for the possibility of another girl, I think its the extra hair that must be done. yes definately the hair factor - and the sheer brilliance of my daughter that I fear for any girl who must follow in her path.

I, however was more prepared than my husband for the posiblility of a second daughter. I mean - dude - its a fifty-fifty shot. Although he had jumped head first into finding her a name, so I think his inital disapointment is rather expected. I am only set on her middle name - one of them anyway - I expect she’ll have two like her sister and one will be Ann after my aunt Sylvia, who would have been a great mom to daughters. So girl names with an Ann middle name - any suggestions?

Cammy had two weekends in a row with her grandfathers around. Last week my dad came by to help Jerry figure out the finer points of door hanging, and drill shopping, which was great. This weekend my father in law came by and spent several hours just hanging out with the little missy, playing with balloons and bubbles and his cowboy hat. She also spenthte morning after church putting around my moms garden - planting seeds and waiting for them to grow. I think we may have to plant some seeds in some taracotta planters on the front balcony.

W also had the honor of attending Jerrys Godson’s baptism. It really was a lovely service,and hes such a little ball of personality, Cammy just loves him, she is pictured holding him above. So many really cool people who supriszingly live in the neighborhood. What a novel idea, meeting people who live in our area and becoming friends. I really hope we get to see some of those people on a more regular occasion.

all in all not a bad weekend, the nausea is now becomeing routine. and its a tad bit more annoying since I know its a girl. I think because my pregnancies wre such opposites I was hoping for opposite kids. Hopefully though this little girl is as wonderful as her sister, and we’ll all be quite okay.

 

Imus, Russell, Oprah and a whole lotta…

Okay - I was honestly not going to blog on this topic at all. And then on Oprah early this week, Russell Simmons kept referring to Rappers as Poets. May i interject that I have a vast amount of respect for Mr. Simmons however…

um. how about - No.

How about, I am a poet, and I can’t rap - I have turned down many a producer who tried to make me a rapper cause frankly, I can’t rap, and just cause your raps happen to rhyme it don’t make you a poet- so- Directly to Mr Russell Simmons,
just cause you put a rapper on every episode of Def Poetry Jam doesn’t make them any more than a Rapper on a poetry show, a marketing tool, they AREN’T POETS, its insulting to lump me in a category with a bunch of people who know nothing about

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So Thirty is off to a rough start…

It has been an eventful few days - my birthday went very well. My bestest buddies Renata and Spoken took me (which includes the hubby), and my sister out to dinner to one of my favorite restaraunts the Melting Pot. Which the fact that they brought my sister too - well that totally Rocked! With her husband far away sporadically with work- it was really important to me that she get out of the house and enjoy herself a little.  Most people wonder why I like the Melting Pot, well number one - I can’t do it at home, not well - not yet, and its nice to have something I can’t recreate at home, because honestly - there isn’t much that I can’t make a pretty decent knock off of. And they make the best drinks - although I can’t really partake - so I don’t want to go back to the melting pot until I can have a drink - but it was great to go to a grown up place and enjoy my grown up friends. Good lobster, 

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Dirty Thrity

At seven thirty this morning my father called to wish me a happy birthday - hard to believe your kid is turning thirty, I told him. I’ll be fifty seven when Cam turns thirty. Makes me shiver just thinking about it.

i’m not sure what I have to say about the big three oh yet - doesn’t feel any different than 25 did. Only I got kids, and a mortgage, and a husband. So maybe it IS a bit different, who knows. I shall reflect more later- Right now my kid is trying to JACK my computer. I thought I had at least five more years before that would happen.

The catch up

 **Happy Birthday MOM!!*** (pictured here with my Brother - Cammys diva trainer Rocky.)

 So I forgot to mention previously that I got to spend a little time with some St.Louis Bloggers, not a whole lot as my in-law situation was EXPLODING that day - but it was very nice to meet a whole new set of women. I always feel a little akwards at events like this - I feel like I talk too much and I am nervous about being the only black chick but I have found that aside from my sister who has joined my ranks as a mom, I am the only black chick in my circle, and certianly one of few on my blog roll. I don’t have ANY black mom friends. At least none with kids in my kids age range. And most of the black moms I know have kids who are MY AGE. Which rules out alot of play dates - you know?

Anyway - it was really cool to meet Lisa, Rebecca, Jaelithe - whom I already know, Michelle, Linlee and Kristie. i really look forward to meeting them again , I am still working my way through their archives, but I find that I have ALOT in common with alot of them, and it will be fun to see if they agree.

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remembering

 


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Alot of you don’t know that I am a wedding photographer.

i’ve been shooting weddings as a serious amature/semi professional shooter since I was about fifteen, and actually if you know anybody who is getting married I’d love to shaadow their paid photograhper for free, but that is neither here nor there.
I have shot probably thirty weddings and watched the debachery unfold with a chuckle and shake of the head. Everything from bridezillas to psycho inlaws, and at a wedding I wasn’t the photograhper for - the limo service burned down.
As a result at some point I decided I wanted to marry in a beach ceremony. I figured with enough notice, anybody who wanted to be there could. And we could have a wedding party/reception when we got back. (we never got around to that)
So when it actually came to really planning my wedding some of me wanted to do the big fluffy wedding but there was no guarentee that it would not become the psycho event I had witnessed countless times from the sidelines.

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