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My grandmother came to visit this weekend. She brought with her: her husband and my cousin Al. I think it was the first time that Grandma had actually spent a night with me and the first time she had been around my husband for a long period of time (read: overnight). I was quite nervous. So nervous that the twins were put on wall washing duty. My husband was amazed and almost reported me to the authorities for abuse of the child labor laws. I promptly explained that my younger years were spent washing walls in Grandma's house. The twins are experienced at such a task havinh spent time with me and my mother doing the same chore.

The point was the house needed to be cleaned from top to bottom. From the garage to the closets. Grandma would look.

It amazed me that Grandma finally married Granpa. After 30 years of him being around. They dated for about 4 years and then became platonic friends. It was said that they broke up because of her becoming saved, sanctified and filled with the Holy Ghost. This may be true, but not too long later Grandpa joined the church too. I grew up with him always in my life. At every graduation, family dinner, family outing, church event; he drove me and my best friend on our personal down south college tour. Granpa was always there.

I remember at least 5 other occasions wherein Grandpa got down on one knee and proposed to Grandma. Each ring progressively bigger...each no given resoundingly louder. Grandma becoming richer and richer with each real estate purchase. She dated occasionally, one of her choices was an elder who was crazy about the color red. I remember being around 10 or 11 and watching Grandma get dressed for a church event. She had on red from head to toe. She was about 50 but had on sheer red stockings, red underwear, a flowing red dress and she topped it off with a red fox stole. I thought she was beautiful and red swiftly became my signature color. He broke her heart. I'm sure that when she found out that he was after her money, it devastated her and made her swear off men. Listening to her stinging diatribes against the intelligence of men, unstableness and uncouthness of their nature, affected me and all of my cousins. Seeing her alone for so many years, coupled with the unmarried nature of all of my 5 aunts, undoubtley left a lasting impression on my many female and male cousins growing up under their care.

Granpa was always there. Grandma raised her 6 children and 13 of her grandchildren. He was there to drive the little ones to school, drive the big ones to appointments and drive her to work. He worked as a jaintor for the Police Department

What A Weekend…It’s still going on…but the sports.. the music…what a good weekend!

That college football game between USF and Auburn what off the hook. If you didn’t stay up to watch it last night…you lost out on a really exciting game…Overtime and a kicker named Alvarado who had to go in a corner and pray because he missed 4 out of 6 kicks…Good thing he did…cause they won… now they won’t be stringing him up by his toenails for missing all them balls!

I’m looking forward to watching the MTV Video Awards tonight. I caught Justin Timberlake’s live concert last night and it was incredible. I can’t help but wonder if Britney knows those 2 songs (Cry Me A River and What’s Goes Around) are directed at her. As often as Justin throws up his middle finger and just looks so angry while he sings them…Who else could they be for?

The highlight of my night will be in looking to see if they come into contact with each other. I regret that my kids can’t watch it with me. First of all, because all these chicks decide that they want to be nekkid! Nah…my babies aint watching that. Say what you want…and troll my archives for my photos of when I used to be a Club Diva….but I was never ever nekkid…even when I was a size 6 with a flat stomach (which is sadly no more thanks to my husband’s culinary skills!) Nope, the over sexed show will be for my eyes only….I spoke to my bro Feel yesterday…(who has a crush on LadyX…I better tell her LOL) and he asked me (in that deep deep voice he has):

“SIS, Kanye or 50?”

I love questions like that from my brothers…aww he knows I still love hip hop LOL…I went into my spiel…..I love “I Get Money”…it’s just soo Harlem-ish….but from what I have downloaded so far from Kanye’s album? Too many white folks are going be running to buy it and that’s where the numbers will go. Kanye makes songs with folks like John Mayer dude…You may not know him…but I do…and I know how he makes me feel LOL…The first song I downloaded wasn’t “Stronger”…it was “Bittersweet”….and that is an awesome song…Kanye should put it out very quickly if he knows what good for him….so in my honest opinion..Kanye will garner worldwide acclaim…while 50 will get the hood vote…Is 50 performing tonight? Probably only Kaye..Of course I’ll be flipping back and forth to the Giants game…

In closing…I have decided it is high time I get myself back into some Bible study. I am about to start reading the Old Testament again from the top. I am going to focus it from a women’s point of view….there are certain questions I have and I can’t wait to get started on my little project. Sundays on DJ Diva will be about bible verses and gospel music.

And to kick it off I’m sharing this awesome video by Canton Jones called “Stay Saved”…I’m late on this of course…but press play and watch it again if you’ve already seen it. His wife is gangsta LOL…I wish more men woiuld feel this way…It would clear up a lot of drama…

Today....after 9 months of pure love....It's Valentine's Day.....

I haven't been too into the holiday in years.....but this year I really understood what a love gift meant....

God really must love me....He gave me a wonderful present last year...well in advance of this day....no flowers to die....no chocolates to melt....no diamonds to chip....but a wonderful man to love and take care of me....and in this last week it has really been through "in sickness and in health"!

I demanded that Daddy not buy me one thing....and I meant it.

This was not a day that he needed to prove anything to me at all. He has already done that and there couldn't possibly be anything to give back to him in return. I'm so lucky that he thinks my love is enough. I'm thankful that I have so much to give him.

But of course we had to get each other something. In the last few days we've been sneaking around town....trying to find the best cards we could for each other....with all of the posts we written about loving one another....it was difficult to find a card that expressed what we felt....

But without further ado...I present...

Daddy and Diva's First Cards.... (break out the tissue LOL)

First up?

Diva:

For My Sweet Valentine

You tease me with your eyes
and thrill me with your kisses,
Impress me with your mind,
remind me life is bliss
You serenade my ears
with your sweet talk on the phone
and leave me softly sighing
at the scent of your cologne

You fill my world with color
even when the weather's gray
and have me smiling secret smiles
with thoughts of you
all day

You move me and you groove me
I can't help but let it show
Sweet baby, I'm so into you
(As if you didn't already know)

Happy Valentine's Day

and now from my Daddy

With you is my favorite place to be

whenever i am in your arms

i'm in my favorite place

and when i gaze into your eyes,

i see my best friend's face

without you near to share my life

i don't know what i'd do....

cause every day i find myself

much more in love with you.

Happy Valentine's Day

I cried with I got mine....to me it was so special.....I asked for permission to post them...and he said yes....So while he's drawing my nightly bath...which he does every night and not just because it's V Day.....I decided to share a portion of my gift with you guys....

I hope you had a good day too.

“I know it must be a Culture Shock….”

“Daddy sent you a letter but it came back”

“I guess I wasn’t your fairy tale”

Yesterday I received three phone calls from outside of Memphis…those are direct quotes from each conversation….

Shall I discuss? LOL

Of course!

“I know it must be a Culture Shock….”

One of my very best friends in the whole world called me yesterday…T…I felt horrible because I hadn’t given her a call or held some type of goodbye get together when I left…It became absolutely necessary for me to leave quickly because there were a lot of things that needed my help with my parent’s business and my grandmother…But as we chatted I began to tell her how life was different….As I was talking to her….I had returned from an interview…and was picking up the little bits of paper and stuff out of the yard….We live on a corner plot on a major street….and well…people who throw trash out of their cars while driving….I’m fussing because it really was minor….but now that this is my shit? I get to fuss…And yes it is mine. Anything happens to my parents God forbid…I am the one who has to manage it and give a portion to my brothers. It’s a good money maker too. We currently rent 6 rooms for ___ on the top 2 floors…..Scribe and I have the bottom floor…and we share only the use of the kitchen…and these tenants only cook once a week. So it’s never a problem…..

So as I talked to her about my experiences…..one thing kept coming up….

I need to slow down…

I was walking into a store and a girl yelled out behind me…”Miss you sure walk fassssst”

I was shocked because I was actually moving at my normal rate. I wasn’t even hurrying. But when I looked around …there was no one moving around even a quarter as fast….Someone during a different incident told me to slow down…..I have frustrated the cable people, phone people and electricians with my incessant questions but my whole deal is….listen…just answer the questions I ask you and skip the back story plueaseeeee!!

Yeah…it’s been a culture shock.

“Daddy sent you a letter but it came back”

As I was driving back from C’s house…to drop off another part for the car I am supposed to be driving…once her brother fixes it….I received an incoming call from the twins’ fathers…yeah I know…who? I spoke to him before we left…2 weeks before in fact…once I knew the date we were leaving….When he called then…The twins told him we were moving and he said to my taty…..”Oh, now you guys are 6 hours away and your mom can drive 3 hours and I can drive three hours to come and get you”

Nigga what? Nigga who?

You kidding me right? Me? After 5 years of free pickup and delivery service in NY? And you owe me approximately $4000 in back child support? He switched jobs to avoid detection by the court order….as he normally does once a year….Also after the fact I had to get the twins to Memphis to see him and Scribe had to foot their airline ticket back in the summer?

I promptly let him know that I had no intention on driving them down the block to see him. Then I asked him about my money. Not that I need it….but if you gonna ask me some stupid shit…I figured I would reciprocate by doing the same! He got hot and hung up quickly….so when I saw his number pop on my phone for the first time in a month to call his daughters….I ignored it.

And didn’t fell bad about it at all

Then he sent a text message…with the above quote….well my response?

“you sending letters? How about sending some funds!”

Basically…Negro…send my damn money!

Whatever…

Last quote…and I did save the best for last….

“I guess I wasn’t your fairy tale”

The Lion…aka one of the “Hello it’s me” Negroes….happened to call on this driving trip to C’s as well…I was alone because Scribe was at the house waiting for an electrician…long story…I’m sure he’s already posted about it…or is about to…

Anyway…I see a 646 number pop up and I’m like hmmm…could be one of my brothers….I answer and at first I didn’t recognize the voice…..it has been six months since he called last…and before that it was about another 6 months….see that’s how the “Hello it’s me” Negroes do…..as Scribe says…”they wait for you to forget why you dumped them”…I say they wait for that and hope for desperation!

Although The Lion and I have a long history ( 21 years) of friendship? and relationship?…..I had given up after our last 2 year bout with the on and offs….And it was after I had truly given him up….I mean really just said this will never work and deleted him from my phone and my heart….After I went ahead and buried the unspoken promises that would never be spoken out loud…that I truly met the man of my dreams….To make it short….I had to be free when I met Scribe…in order to truly receive him with all of me….Which I did…but back to the phone call

So once I established the Caller….Lion….He of course got upset that I didn’t recognize his voice (I didn’t the last time negro either!)….I had to drop the bomb on him early…..He starts talking about how he’s at my favorite place in NY (and it wasn't my fav place) and he’s about to screen this movie he and his boy made…and how being there made him think of me and so he had to call blah blah blah………

I stopped him and said “That’s nice, but I’m in Memphis. I relocated two weeks ago”

He was like what? And how come you didn’t call? And xyz….

I told him there was really no reason to because something else happened as well…I let him know that I was engaged and planning to get married very soon…He was like “Oh, the dude moved with you to Memphis??????…He thought that it was all sudden and I said:

“well you know Lion, it may seem fast….but we aren’t 14 anymore…when you know what you want and you get it…there is no time constraints…I have finally found my fairytale and it’s really happening for me…This man is wonderful…he is soo good to me…and even better to my kids….what more could I ask for…I am very happy and he’s it for me…I never knew love could be like this…well I guess I knew….but this time instead of writing about it…I have it!”

“well I guess I wasn’t your fairytale then…I have to keep on searching for mine”

“Yeah Lion…keep looking…I’m sure you will find her one day…I mean I did….so I hope you do too”

There was a lot of silence on the phone…I did the 5 sec rule and then began to say hello hello LOL….he was there and he started to speak about his project and we hung up….

Ladies and Gentlemen…that felt good as hell….I’m sure you know why….The Lion really believed that somehow I would always be there…while he constantly searched for his “ideal”…and chased his pipe dreams…that Diva would be patiently waiting for him to return…he never expected me to actually find happiness without him. He wasn’t the one for me. I realized that a year ago and it was made even more true when I met Scribe.

Scribe and I work so well together…we don’t hide anything…we give each other full trust….we talk about everything and I mean everything. Scribe is my best friend and would never even do one of the things The Lion did to me. I know that. I know it for myself as they say in church.

What I get from Scribe is real love…the kind Mary sang about….sometimes it’s romantic love, sometimes it’s funny love …hell sometimes it’s Honey Love..LOL….occasionally it’s Tough Love….but it’s always Love…no scheming…no thinking about reciprocation…he just gives his all…and I do too…

So yeah…it’s been a culture shock…and all of my mail has been forwarded…so that I can continue with my fairytale…..This is my new life…

Sorry the post was so long….but depending on my electrical problems…who knows when I can post again…but that’s why I came down here…to help fix problems….

Have a good weekend!

Mlk

I love Martin Luther King Day.

I will admit that I may not have always exhibited the most joyous of reactions to the day.

I don’t usually go to the church breakfast and participate in their ceremonies.

If there is a memorial or some other activities…I’ll be honest…I usually don’t go…

But I will listen to his speeches and take time to reflect on what the day means to me….

It wasn’t until the year I turned 30 …that the significance really began to hit home.

At this time I was working for a company….a Jewish company …..and I was the only black person in the department. When MLK day came…of course I asked and they said that it wasn’t celebrated in their company…I just nodded and was ok…til I got back to my desk and realized that we had in fact had Columbus Day off. Similar holiday right?

Under further investigation I saw a memo from the employee who was previously in my spot and my boss. In it, they discussed hiring me and one of the questions that came up was MLK day. The white female wrote to my boss that MLK was not a national holiday and was optional. He decided against celebrating it.

I will admit…I was actually hurt by finding this thing. Like wow…MLK is actually optional? I guess I was living under a blindfold…I had never thought that people actually discussed whether or not to do it. I always thought either it was or wasn’t done period. Maybe I was just hurt by the fact that my boss was the type of person that would think it was optional.

Needless to say…After I found that memo…I went right in there and told my boss I was taking off with pay. He didn’t argue about it…but he wasn’t happy….that was the beginning of the end for me at that place…

Fast forward to this job.

I’ve written about it before….How I felt like I was a slave on the plantation…

Note to self: Next time somebody says you will be working for X amount of people…ask to interview with all of the persons. That you know whether YOU like all of them or not.

When I took this job …I interviewed with My supervisor, a partner and a Senior Manager. I liked those people a lot! They did not include the other 3 SMs or the M…or the Managers I had to take on because of the abrupt departure of another Admin. Who has been gone since Sept and they have not replaced yet! If I had known the personalities of the others? I would have turned that job down flat…Get the hell out of here…Those people are pains in the ass….is what I would have been yelling on my way out the door!

Of course…that is a whole nother blog post…and it is also moot because I quit dis bitch….Boy I love that phrase…

One of my duties at this job is to keep a calendar of all 20 persons in the dept. I was lucky because the Admin before me had a format and I pretty much kept it. She had added little clipart and other things to the calendar …so I kept up the tradition. In Oct., I had some Columbus stuff and Halloween, In November, Thanksgiving,…In Dec, I had Hanukkah, Christmas and Kwanzaa.

This month in January…the art was pretty sparse…I had a snowman (no snow yet in NY), I had a beautiful wreath of Garnets (Jan birthstone), a spray of carnations (Jan flower)….and A small picture of MLK on his b’day with the words COMPANY HOLIDAY above it. I was actually quite tired of folks asking me if it were a holiday with it being broadcast all over the company website.

The Run It Chick….put a copy of the calendar in my inbox….completely marked up with what she thought were mistakes…and added in pencil..

“Oh and it’s a waste of time to add the clipart”

When I saw that I burst out laughing. Because I had already decided to quit…and she didn’t know it yet…. and I was like “Tell dat to the next chick, bitch! I won’t even be here for the next calendar month!”…Sorry for the cursing but that was just how I felt. She wasn’t the one to correct me on the calendar…or to even supervise that aspect of my work.

Who made her the calendar supervisor? LMAO

But then I thought about all the other things that I had placed on the calendar since March. And how no one ever said a disparaging word…and how often I received compliments on that small little duty.

Was it that she was mad that I put his face on the calendar? I mean…Again I am the only black person in this dept. Did she not need to be reminded of him?

I don’t know….but let me tell you I never changed the calendar….I made his face bigger on my version and I enlarged that bitch so every time she saw it she would be mad….She lucky I aint gonna be there for Black History Month!!!!!!!!

This may sound crazy…but I am proud of myself. I will continue to honor his memory…

Even with the small things.

MemSIGN1

Wow. This week has been frustrating. I have so many topics in mind to write about. It has been quite a long seven days.

Waiting this last week for the Te.ach Am answer has really put me through the ringer. I have patience but waiting a month for an approval or denial is just torture. Why put someone through this? My God.

But that is what other plans are for.

It has been decided that no matter the outcome tomorrow. Daddy and I and our two little angels will be relocating at the end of this month to Memphis, TN.

In the summer, (check August 2006) I did tell yall that my parents bought a huge three story house of which the rent out the top 2 floors…in Memphis..right? Well they live here in NY and my Dad is not able to relocate just yet. My mom ended up spending a lot of time in Memphis running the place and he started to really miss her.

So they asked us if we would consider living there on the first floor…Rent Free…..

It wasn’t that hard of a decision to make.

We are both unhappy with our jobs here. We hate the neighborhood…and we both wanted a change in our lives.

So we are doing it.

I have been so excited….walking on air almost.

A change….something different…something new…If I wanted to…I could finish grad school while living rent free….I won’t do that….but it is an option.

I know…what if TA sends me somewhere other than Memphis?

Well Daddy and I agree that TA is the most important route to follow…so if they place us South? The program starts in June and that gives us more time to save more money…and to be within driving distance of the chosen city in order to set up shop for the 2 year bid.

It’s a win-win situation.

But that hasn’t helped with the anxiety I have been going through this week. Nail biting, butt clenching…like waiting for Jason to come reaching out of the water at the end of the first Friday the Thirteenth..

My nerves are shot.

Write? Please…I could barely think!

I am also very very disappointed in myself regarding some baggage…

So it’s been quite a week. I am hoping that all of the drama I have been through for this first week of the year has not been indicative of how the rest of the year will turn out….

But it also says something to how God works within me. No matter what I was dealing with….Inside I kept a small mustard seed of hope…that everything would work out just how I wanted I to…That there would be no sabotage to any of the plans I had put in place…I keep making moves…producing plans B and C and D…to go with Plan A.

I refuse to fail! And I don’t!

I read of one blogger’s ordeal about relocation and I was horrified! I can’t imagine not having an alternate route to get out of any problem. I have never left an apartment without a place to go….I have never had $25 to my name without a clear cut idea of the next time I was going to get checks to cover my needs. And I will never be away from my children for more than a month….Nah man….can’t do it! I keep a plan is what I am trying to say. It may seem like my plans change constantly….One day I’ll be talking about one route to my ultimate goal…and the next week…I’m like “look I found another way to do XYZ!” Because I never want to be caught out there. If one door closes…I have to have three other buildings to check!

And because I am like this….and I have the faith that I will succeed….I believe God will bless me with the wisdom of choosing the best option that works best for me and my family! I am thankful that this opportunity to help my parents as well as my family has dropped into my lap.

And it’s funny….Daddy wanted to do Memphis from the jump….and the twins have repeatedly asked that we move to Memphis …and that they would rather be in Memphis than closer to their father in ATL….Add to that…my first interview with TA was with the head of the program in Memphis….and that my best female friend…my sister in life….had relocated there a year and a half ago…

Funny thing: She said, “It took your ass long enough. I was wondering how long it was gonna take your ass to get here…Now hurry up…we miss you!”

All roads seem to lead there…

Now like I said …I get the official answer tomorrow….and if they accept me…then I have a list of options to follow…

But if they don’t accept me? Well then it’s onto Plans B or C or D….

But thank God I had the wisdom to make those other plans…

I can’t fail!

Diva Scribe and Daddy! are engaged!

Daddy! asked me to marry him and presented me with a platinum diamond ring at 12:01 Christmas morning....

I had no clue

I thought I was getting an Ipod

I got a husband!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God is truly good!

Pray for us....we are so incredibly happy!

Merry Christmas!

Mary J. Blige-We Ride (World Premiere)

“God will not answer your prayers because of the iniquity in your heart”

I rarely answer my cell phone when I’m home. Partly because I’m always doing something. I have two children who still need me to provide them with a clean house, good food and a proper education.

It’s also because I don’t want to hear any bullshit.

This Sunday, Scribe and I had a rare weekend off from the kids. Me and Mom mended our fences once again…trying to come to a higher level….where she recognizes that I am an adult….and where I recognize that by being her first child and only daughter…she needs to spend more time with me…..but she also needed to understand that in order for me to do that…..some things have got to change.

So I’m home doing a little overtime…..and my godmother called me.

I’ll be honest…I didn’t pick up the phone the first time she called….But when she called a second time….I picked up….

Why did I do that?

We began to talk….we haven’t spoken since her granddaughter’s party….where Scribe and my mother finally bonded over shots of Jack Daniels…..before that…it had been months…because of the same reason which I am about to explain now….

As I began to tell her all the things that had be going on in my life…the Te.a.ch Am.er.ic.a interviews….the relocation plans….finally finalizing my degree (a whole ‘nother story)…

She stopped me….and said the phrase that I highlighted above….

I was like huh? She said that because Scribe and I were living in sin…God was not and will not be answering my prayers….

Wanna know what I said?

Ha ha ha….you know Ima tell you!

I said:

You know what? I don’t discuss my relationship with my mother or anyone else in my family. I am 33 years old and at this point I don’t feel like I need validation from you or anybody else on my choice to be with this man…

She then said that I was mad at God because I didn’t want to listen to her. And she was only trying to tell me the Word and that I didn’t want to listen because I knew I was going to Hell. That God wasn’t listening to me or answering my prayers because of the sin I was committing….

What a thing to say….

I proceeded to say:

Well since you insist on discussing this…..How in the heck do you know that God isn’t listening to me? Do you know what I have prayed for and how He has answered me? This man I am in love with is an answered prayer in itself!

Of course then she came back with: that sin is pleasurable…and though it may feel good…it’s only for a season…

Ha! My retort was: You know what? You said that at the beginning of this relationship….told me it wouldn’t last and that I was giving my body up for sin…..ok…so now it has been almost 8 months…and we have been through 3 seasons….spring, summer, fall….and now winter….so just which season is it supposed to be in that this man that I love is supposed to leave me? Huh? I guess no man knoweth the day or the hour huh?

Why is it that before you began to judge me…you couldn’t first ask me about our plans…whether we had any intention on getting married….whether plans had been made….if you had asked first….you would know that plans have already been made….and I believe him…and I believe in Him….GM, you have not spent any time with us….and this is our second phone conversation in 8 months! You know nothing about our lives together….what wonderful things have already happened….the proof that I have already received from God that my life is on the right path….all you know is I’m living with a man outside of marriage…so when we get married next year…this conversation will be moot then right? Or will I be judged on the past then?

You have no right to say that God isn’t listening to me because I am sinning….Everyone sins….sin of envy, gluttony…jealousy…strife….No man is perfect….not you…not me…no one…yet you believe God answers your prayers right…even though you sin…whether it be in the flesh…or in your heart….but he can’t be answering mine right? Wrong….Even when Jesus met the woman at the well…He didn’t judge her because she was living with a man who was not her husband….He had ample time to do so….we could have had a recorded record of how He called her a harlot and where He told her to leave the man in order to receive salvation….

But He said none of that…..yet you decide that it is your duty to condemn me whenever you speak to me….I really don’t care what you think about what blessings I may or may not be getting…you don’t know what’s going on this house….so you have no clue….I thank you for sharing your experience with me (because by this point she began to tell me how she lived with child’s father and how he never married her)…But Scribe is not your ex man….and if you’ll remember I have been married before….so I’m no stranger to this sort of business….

I went on to tell her that I appreciate her calling…because I know it was out of love….misguided though it may be…..but the honest truth is…I don’t need ANYONE telling me what to do with my relationship….and I suggested that she might want to direct these kinds of calls to her own unmarried, un-working daughter…who is still being supported by her and the dude that wouldn’t marry her…

I know Scribe was listening…it was kind of hard not to…I can get pretty loud when discussing something passionately….but there was no anger…no rancor in my voice…I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings…I mean…why should I when mine weren’t hurt? Besides…I don’t work that way….

Forsaking all others….

That’s what this relationship is based on….she wasn’t the first to speak against what I am doing…and won’t be the last…but what they don’t know is that this bond is strong between me and Scribe…stronger than a diamond…a piece of paper…and ultimately stronger than any person’s judgments.

It’s a wonderful thing when you have someone you can look forward to seeing everyday…where you are in constant discussion about your goals …together….and working toward them in tandem every single day! …like I told my sis last night :

He’s Foine, smart, well dressed, well spoken, generous…loves my children… and well hung….what the hell else do I need?

NOTHING!

My prayers have already been answered….in an abundance!

Matter fact…let me just let Mary sing the rest….

Let’s Ride Daddy!

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My Grandmother in the olive

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My Daddy at his finest

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