A few days ago Lil Scrappy posted the infamous "Struggle" meal
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Apparently the Queen of the palace (true queen) thought Erica needs to step her game up too today she took to Instagram saying: Dinner from the Queen. Really @reallilscrappy this is a true plate from the palace. @msericadixon@reallilscrappy happy thanksgiving from tha Real Queen Momma Dee. #andindatorder
First off happy thanksgiving to whoever is reading this!! Gobble till ya wobble!
But anyway to the point of the blog:
Problem
My daughter is 19 months and she still has a very limited vocabulary. And even the things that she says aren't completely clear. Is this normal? I mean my mom is always telling me how I was doing all this craziness by two and my daughter is quickly approaching two....so what's the dealio??
First is this normal?? Second, is there a way I can get her to talk even more? I've tried telling her the names of foods and telling her step by step what I'm doing and all that jazz. I mean if I tell her : Go to your room, go to your bed, sit down and etc she understands and she'll do it. She just won't talk back to me =/ Moms gimme some help here will ya?
So the lil chickadee that I made the vid about asking ppl what they thought seemed to grow some balls and confront her husband. For those who didn't see the video it went down asi, My friend kept busting her husband talking to this chick that he works with and he refused to stop. Its like he was blatantly disrespecting his wife by flirting with this girl. Fast forward to last night>>>>>So my friend confronts his FINALLY and he said "Fine I'll stop, but I'm going to tell my friend about his wife." STOP THE MOTHER EFFIN PRESSES! Tell my husband what?! Boy bye!Last time I checked my husband and I were like I Love Lucy 5.0. So really there isn't a damn thing that we haven't checked each other on. If you want your marriage to survive that's what you gotta do. No game playing over this way. But the haters are gonna hate I guess. I say that because its like their relationship is the total opposite of ours. 1: They live more like roommates than husband and wife. *They live BEYOND crowded with his mom, brother, and sisters because mama's boy refuses to move into a place with just his wife. The brother and his friends even sleep in the bed with (we'll give them code names) Candy and Rick. Not to mention the husband hangs out with little boys all the damn time. So really if I wanted to I could be a total bitch and report to CPS how he goes and buys beers and crap for his lil 15 year old brother and how him and the friends are over there getting blazed out of their minds. (Mind you no one but Rick is over the age of 17) But I'm no rat. You wanna kill your brother's liver and lungs have at it jackass. 2: They have no car.....we have two. Yet he refuses to get a better job to at least try and get their car back. Which leads to thing number three>>> 3: They don't have custody of their daughter. I won't be a B and divulge but it isn't their fault. But at the same time its like they have no responsibilities because the state takes care of their child. While on the other hand mine is crawling all over me as we speak. I've said it once and I'll say it again....it doesn't pay to be friends with weak minded people. Instead of him getting his shit together and not screwing around on his wife he decides he'd rather lie to my hubby about me...Ha! It'd be different if it were true but no. So that I couldn't let fly. Well of course he changed his mind after I lit into his ass. Basically I was like look handle your shit like a man. Nobody has time for your bullshit ass games and I hope your wife gets the common sense to leave your ass in the trash where you belong! And *boom* Lol. SMH see this is why we need REAL married couples for friends not fake ass miserable couples like Candy and Rick. As of now we are disassociated. Welllll back to my happiness now =) Just had to rant on that unbelievable bs.
Why does social media/celebrities/whoever the hell else is one our tv pretty much send out the message that the whiter the skin the better? That's kind of effed up if you ask me. Ok I can see if you want an even skin tone but trying to go one race lighter........the f**k you mean?
She looks like a white woman! The heck Bey?
Seriously even dudes...sad thing going on here folks.
But the picture above can also happen to you when you strive to be something you're not.
That isn't a message I want to be sent to someone like my little sister (she's 12) or even my daughter one day. Pretty jacked up that a lot of people feel inadequate because they're chocolatey or caramel colored. Hmph! Not me I love being a chocolate bunny ^_~
Thing Number 2: Teen pregnancy not at all being looked down on by society. Ok call me an asshole but what in the hell is going on with everyone. How do you see a 15 year old pregnant and you smile and congratulate her? It should be more like "What the hell are you thinking?! Do you know how much work is headed your way? Its a baby coming not your gateway to a future dumbass!"
Seriously. This is a whole new conversation that needs to be had with our daughters. I'm 20 and married with a 1 year old and I'm still just getting the swing of things. Imagine how much that's going to suck for someone who hasn't even went to their prom yet? Better yet you probably can't even go to the prom.
So here's a lil PSA to everyone who still needs to raise their hand to go to the bathroom:
And lastly no paragraph for this one, the last thing that I randomly thought of that pissed me off
Ratchet ass ghetto moms. Stop yelling at your kids in the store like they are a stranger in the street, stop letting your lil boogers run around touching everything and breaking shit and expecting ppl to not be pissed, and lastly stop worried about 'doing you' all the damn time. Once you bought another life into this world it was officially no longer about 'doing you' boo-boo.
This petition relly needs to be signed. Every day we are ingesting a number of things that never should have even made it into our grocery stores in the first place! We shouldn't have to spend an extra hour in the supermarket just reading the ingridients to be sure that within a few months we won't develop cancer. So PLEASE sign the petition and share it <3
Today is starting off beyond stressful! For one all my daughter is doing today is crying! I'm about ready to pull my hair out. Surely it can't be just my kid that does this stupid mess. For everything I tell her she cries. Then when she got done eating her French Toast she started just squishing it between her hands. And now even as I'm trying to de-stress by just blogging it out she's climbing all over me like she doesn't have good sense! I swear if ever I had been thinking about going back to work it would be now. But then every time I mention it to my husband he pretty much thinks that doing so would just be money going straight to daycare. Son of a b***h! I can't handle this mess. She is driving me up a damn wall almost literally. Then on top of that my hubby and I agreed to let one of his co-workers stay here for a few days until his apartment is ready.....For starters I agreed for one damn person to come then at the last minute he throws in "Oh yeah do you mind if my girl chills here while I'm at work?" This ain't no damn daycare! So here comes Ken and Barbie. But the good thing is that when the guys go off to work she's never really here. Kinda rude actually. When she is here she doesn't try to converse or anything she just sits there and texts....like wow you pretty much are just gonna sit here and be all weird? Ok buddy. Hurry the hell up with that apartment! Or when she does talk shes like "well don't you ever get bored over here? Just sitting at home all the time?" It's called I don't HAVE to work. Don't get mad at me because my husband is higher ranking than yours. We live in Beeville jackass what the hell do you expect? And on top of that I'm a mother, my kid comes above everything so miss me with that bullshit. And as long as I have a damn good man who is taking care of me and our daughter with extra money to B.S. with hell naw I don't care about being bored for a few hours! Teenagers are so damn annoying....ooh lordy! I tell you I am praying that their apartment is ready today >_< Don't get me wrong I had my daughter at 18 but still my way of thinking was still way more on track than this dummy. Her man's gonna be beating that ass once he finds out she spent up all the money they saved just because she's "bored" lol. Silly silly girl. ;p
Ahh...it feels good to rant blog every now and then.
She was born to mixed parents in
New Berne, North Carolina in 1868. Her father Edward Dudley was a slave
who was freed by his maternal grandfather but in that same year of
1843 he and his mother were sold back into slavery since his
grandfather died before they were emancipated. Sarah had 5 children of her own
with her husband Charles Pettey and died 6 years after him in 1906 at
the age of 37. She went to various schools as she grew up and became a
teacher afterwards. She was outspoken on female equality with men and
believed that women were important for people of color who were seeking
equality. When she spoke to audiences with her husband who was a bishop
in the AME Zion Church she apparently read papers she wrote up and
recited to these audiences which were titled "Woman the Equal of Man"
and "Woman's Suffrage". Now here's a little something for us. Be sure to share it with a younger sister. I'm sure its something she needs to hear:
To meet this criticism the Negro must establish a character
of high morals, which will stand out so conspicuously that even his bitterest
foe will acknowledge its reality. In establishing this our women must lead. It
must be understood that their virtue is as sacred and as inviolate as the laws
of the eternal verities.
Our young women must be taught that gorgeous dress and fine
paraphernalia don't make a woman.
Woman's power is her
love. This pure flame lights up all around her
When I saw the posting for the 2012 Black Girls Rock show I figured it would be a great time for us all to get together and chit chat it out
-Talk about the show
-Talk about how strong us women are
-Grow our bond as black women
-Most importantly take some time to reflect on our true values
In this day in age sometimes its easy to forget just who you are and what you stand for =/ So join us November 4th to talk it out during the show.
http://tweetchat.com/room/DelphineRocks
Still need some motivation?? Welllllll......The boss lady herself Tamika Newhouse will be sponsoring a giveaway to a few lucky winners who will be announced during the show/chat. So hang on in there chicas!
There are quite a few ways you can win
1: Simply agreeing to participate in the event
2: Join our street team!
E-mail: MariposaFiction@gmail.com with Street Team as the subject and I'll give you details
3: Lastly show us your Fresh to Delph Swag
We're going to host a fresh to "Delph" contest which is basically you showing us how you rock a particular style.
So...that's it.
Give me a follow on twitter @AuthorMariposa or shoot me an email with your questions. ^_~
FIRST click that link up there and watch the video......
Now I can't be the only person who finds something wrong with this. The comments pissed me off more than the video. The girl is scared half to death of being in the water but that ratchet hoe thinks its funny and intentionally dips her to scare her. Then has the nerve to be like "Shut the fuck up" what?! Then she threw water in her face to keep her from crying. Lord I want to beat that idiots ass!
1 It would be different if that dumbass was actually playing around with the baby but no you cold tell she was doing it to be malicious!
2 There were other people around and still NO ONE seemed to be bothered by what was going on?? What the hell type of ghetto community are they living in?
3 Instead of recording it and laughing he could have at least said ok thats enough but no.....
4 If she does that and talks to that little girl like that in public imagine what she does when they are behind closed doors.....
I really hope that the little girl's mother sees this video and isn't as stupid as the people in the video. Couldn't be me! I wish I would have my child around some ratchet chick like that. She would truly be missing a row of teeth for talking to MY child like that! But anyway Abuse or Not???
Soooo. As mentioned before my first novel D&K is due to be published this Feb. And wow! Who would have thought....I'm feeling hella lucky. But the story is actually based super on fact. So anyway don't judge me cause I won't give a damn anyway and well here goes pt 1. And heres a sample chapter from D&K....Yay!
While he was driving, Dyce imagined her hot and ready waiting
for him. Little did he know that Kim was ready to light into his ass the moment
he walked through the door.
“Hey ma-”
“What the fuck is this, Dyce?” Kim
stood with one hand on her hip and the other held out the baggie. Dyce was
dumbfounded. What the hell is that doing in here?
“It’s cocaine baby.” He sat on the
couch. It was no use in lying. Kim wasn’t stupid.
“Glad you didn’t lie about it. Why
didn’t you tell me about this?” She had tears of anger in her eyes.
“Kimori, if I had told you, would you
have ever fucked with me?”
“Hell no!” She tossed the bag on the
table.
“Exactly! Mami, from the moment I saw
you, I knew I wanted to be with you. So I had to lie to you.”
“Save it, Dyce! Do you not know or
care that being with you is dangerous?”
“Kimori, please.” Dyce pleaded just
as someone knocked on the door.
“Dyce, man open up!” Trey said with
urgency.
“Man, now isn’t a good time.” Dyce
opened the door to see his friend holding Kaila.
“They took mommy!” Kaila cried.
“What?” Dyce took his daughter.
“They got Lisa man, Duke took her.”
“I saw them take her. Mommy made me
hide in the closet but I saw them.” Kaila clung onto her father.
Kim stood
motionless as she watched. She felt so out of place amongst the chaos. Is this what my life is gonna be like from
now on, she wondered.
“Mira baby, mira. Daddy’s going to
get your mommy back okay? But for now you’re going to stay with Ms. Kim.” He
pointed at Kim, who smiled despite feeling like she wanted to vomit. Dyce sat
Kaila on the sofa then pulled Kim aside into the bedroom.
“Dyce what on earth-” She began.
“Mami look, shit is crazy right now,
okay? Me and this guy been beefin’ for a minute. So you and Kaila are going to
Wilmington for a bit okay?” He held her and stared into her eyes. “Dyce I-” Kim burst into tears. All
the drama was new and frightening to her. The last thing she wanted was to fall
in love just for it to end over a kidnapped ex.
“Baby don’t cry. I’ll be okay and you
will too. I love you, mami.”
Kim nearly
lost it, that was the first time he said I love you.
“I love you, too. Make sure you come
back to me okay?” Kim’s heart melted.
“Claro que si. Now get going mami.”
He kissed her goodbye.
The ride to Wilmington was awkward. Kaila just
stared at Kim and clutched her doll most of the way.
“Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?” Finally
the little girl broke the silence.
“Yes.”
“Tu eres muy bonita.”
“Gracias, y
tu también.” Kim smiled.
“Are you a geisha? You look like
one.” Kaila yawned.
“No.” That made Kim laugh.
“Oh. When is Daddy going to get
Mommy? You’re nice. Daddy gave you this?”
Kim smiled,
she was happy that Kaila was now comfortable with her. She talked and talked.
Kim loved her cute little voice. Kaila fell asleep by the time they got to the
Sheraton. Kim felt so…maternally in sync as she carried Kaila to their suite.
People in the lobby ooh-ed and ahh-ed at Kaila as they passed, telling Kim how
beautiful her daughter was.
Meanwhile
back in Jacksonville, Dyce called a meeting at his house. Flat out Duke and his
entire crew were going down. Only Dyce’s top goons would do the killing,
because Dyce wanted it done brutally, but clean. Nothing left behind. His newer,
sloppier recruits would be going out to get information on Duke and his partner
Slim.
“And you know my only rule. Leave
women and children out of it. I’m not saying if one of his bitches try to bust
at you don’t kill her, shit by all means. Other than that, leave ‘em alone.
Aite?” Dyce looked around to see if he was heard. “Okay then.” He dismissed
everyone.
“Where’s Kim and Kaila?” Trey asked
as he and Dyce walked down into the basement.
“Wilmington.”
“Oh. This is gonna be easy. Duke is
just a lil’ nigga wit’ a big mouth.” Trey walked around the bar and grabbed a
bottle of Skyy.
“I know. If that nigga is as stupid
as I think he is, I’ll have Lisa by the end of tonight.” Dyce smirked.
Later on that
night while he and Trey were out checking up on things, one of Dyce’s goons
confirmed he was right. Dyce smirked and chuckled. Little loudmouth fools
always talk too much. In that short amount of time, they had gotten all the
information they needed. So once 3 a.m. rolled around, Dyce and Trey were out
front of Duke’s baby mama’s crib. Duke and his crew had gone to a local club
and were bragging about how they had finally touched the untouchable through
Lisa. Little did they know, Lisa and Dyce had been done for years now.
“Damn, do we have to go get her?”
Dyce paused.
“You fucked up man.” Trey laughed.
As predicted,
Lisa was in the basement tied up. Nene, Duke’s girl, and her friends had been
instructed to beat up Lisa and toss her in the basement. The girls had gone above
and beyond their instructions. Not only did they beat up Lisa, but afterwards
they literally sent her flying down the basement steps. Lisa couldn’t wait to
get free.
Duke was
truly slipping. He just assumed no one would think to check Nene’s for Lisa. So
Nene was alone with nothing but a pit bull, which Trey quickly silenced upon
entering.
“Surprise bitch!” Lisa woke Nene with
a punch to the face.
“You dumb white bitch!” Nene held her
mouth and tried to swing back, but Lisa got the best of her and jumped on her
and started wailing on her face.
“Alright, alright. Go get in the
car.” Dyce snatched up Lisa and rolled his eyes.
“Thank you!” Lisa snatched the gold
locket from around Nene’s neck.
“You better watch your back, hoe.”
Nene warned as Lisa walked out. Lisa turned around and started to curse her out,
but Dyce interrupted. He was around her for two minutes and already she was
getting on his nerves.
“Lisa!” He snapped and pointed to the
door. Lisa slung her hair over her shoulder and retreated out past Trey who was
rambling through Nene’s things.
“Check this out mama,” Dyce sat on the
foot of the bed. “Tell your boy to keep his eyes open. Make sure you get all
you can from him now, he won’t be around much longer.” Dyce winked, and then
left.
During the
next few days, Dyce and his crew wreaked havoc on Duke’s spots. As soon as
Duke’s crew realized that it was Dyce’s men running up in their spot, most of
the time, they just gave up. Duke’s micro empire was falling like dominos under
Dyce’s command. Duke didn’t know what moves to make anymore. Dyce had him
beyond shook as he proved just how easily he could get at him. Then just as
quickly as all the assaults started, they stopped. Dyce fell back for a few
days to let Duke’s mind wander.
Dyce really
wanted to call and talk to Kim and Kaila, but during times like these that was
never a good choice. He didn’t want to somehow put them in danger by talking
around the wrong people, or be distracted by them and endangering his own life.
He smiled as he looked at pictures of Kim on his phone.
“Hey.” Lisa came into his room.
“What do you want? It’s one in the
morning.” Dyce’s smile faded.
“I miss you, and,” She sat in his
lap. “I wanted to thank you for saving me.” She slid off his lap and got in
between his legs on the floor.
“Lisa, what the fuck you doing?!
Stop!” He pushed her away as she reached for his belt buckle.
“Dyce, you know you want me.” Lisa
opened her robe and let it fall to the floor.
“Bitch! Don’t think for one second I
forgot how you tried to set me up. The only reason your money hungry ass is
still breathing is because of Kaila. Get the fuck outta my room.” Dyce shoved
her away.
“Fuck you, Dyce!”
“I know you want to, but that’s Kim’s
job now.” He smirked.
“She can’t handle this better than
me.” Lisa rubbed her hand against him and nibbled on his ear. She knew that
used to drive him crazy. Once again, she slid down to her knees.
“You know it is true what they say
about white chicks. Ya’ll are quick to give head.” Dyce laughed. “Get the hell
outta here with that.”
Duke was
completely caught off guard as Trey and Dyce kicked open his bedroom door. His
eyes were closed as he gripped his girl’s hips as she rode him.
“Get the fuck outta here.” Trey
tossed the girl out of the way.
“What’s hood Duke?” Dyce sat on the foot of the bed and
watched Duke tremble. “Look, I’m just gonna get right to it. You fucked up big
time, bro. I could care less that you kidnapped Lisa, but you scared my
daughter.”
While Dyce was talking, he looked
into the mirror on the headboard and saw the girl trying to sneak up holding a
shotgun. Before she could even get into the room, Trey slumped her. Duke
jumped.
“Stop shaking, you lil’ bitch!” Trey
spat at him.
“50% of everything you make comes to
me. Understand? We’re business partners now. Don’t mess up a good thing. I
don’t want to ever have to come look for you.” Dyce stood about to leave, but
then paused by the door. “Big brother know that you was fucking his girl? Good
luck explaining this to him.”
Duke threw
up all over the floor once Dyce left. He thought his heart would burst from his
chest he was so scared. He couldn’t believe Dyce had found him, and on top of
that Gina was dead. How was he going to explain it to his brother what she was
doing over there anyway?
