There are some people who come into your life to show you something and then leave. There are others who come into your life and completely ruin it, lol. And then there are some people who come into your life and unknowingly help you become a better you because of who they are.
I don’t remember how we met. I just know that she has changed my life for the better.
Today is my best friend Bekky’s birthday. I’ve never done this before but she really has a special place in my heart. Never have I ever met such a genuinely humble, giving and caring spirit before. Bekky has truly taught me (and is teaching me) what it means to be a good friend.
She’s done SO MUCH for me. The least that I can do is to use my platform to share some of the few things that make her a beautiful individual on her special day.
I cannot recall every little thing but what I do remember is…
1. Having an assignment to sleep outside during homelessness week and her coming along.
2. Her family sending me to London.
This year has been really interesting so far. My weekdays have been ridiculously busy with work but my weekends have become so dry. Maybe I’m getting older and the things that used to interest me aren’t interesting anymore. Maybe my friends (not me) are getting older and committed while I’m forever dateless. Maybe everything I want to do is too expensive. I. Don’t. Know. What I do know is that I’ve had several very boring weekends. Yawn.
Being a loner, I do A LOT of things by myself. When I went to a concert at Phipps Arena alone, I knew then that I could go anywhere on my own. But, there are some things that are better done with company. So, I’m really trying to reconnect with those that I never got to spend time with last year. And most likely joining clubs with people who share similar interests. A little bit of knitting, pilates and dancing.
So excited to announce that my precious goddaughter is now three years old! Gosh, I remember holding her in the hospital room. I really can’t believe how much of a big girl she is now. We celebrated the little diva with a few of her friends at All Fired Up. I’ll admit, I got a little carried away with my Buddha box. I love art!
Afterwards, I headed over to hear hip-hop lyricists The Remnant perform at Cooper Blue. Back in college, they performed at a spoken word event at church and I’ve been hooked ever since.
My sunlight, my muse, do you even know?
Ended the weekend with friends at Ormsby’s for a little bocce ball and bangers. Bangers & mash, that is. I have no idea why that weiner is called a banger. I didn’t make it up. And are those not the BIGGEST onion rings you’ve ever seen??????? They were delish!
Playing bocce ball. As many times as this game has been explained to me, I still don’t understand it.
I realize that I have two (1 & 2) other posts called “so this was christmas” and I am unapologetically naming this the same. Sue me, I’m lazy.
I’m usually not big on this holiday. Growing up, we didn’t have a Christmas tree or get gifts, really. Plus, both of my parents work at hospitals so my siblings and I always did whatever. As I got older, my friends and I took it upon ourselves to make our own traditions. I prefer to go to the movies on Christmas. This time, I went to see Les Miserables and it was INCREDIBLE. We laughed, we cried, we clapped. Simply amazing. It is a must see, especially if you love musicals.
Later, I went to a gathering with my friends. Per usual, we play games that always get heated. Or is it because we’re all naturally boisterous people? Regardless, I learned that no matter what game we play, it will get rowdy.
What we do best.
P.S. If you’ve never seen Elf, you’re missing out on your entire life of laughs. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday!
I’m thankful for one of my bestest friends in the whole entire world.
I’m thankful for her daughter, my god-daughter.
I’m thankful for the time that we get to share together.
I’m thankful for the food that was prepared.
I’m thankful for perfectly warm weather when it really should be cold.
I’m thankful for manicures!
I’m thankful for my MOMMY! Happy 50th birthday to the queen!
I truly feel that if you focus on all that you love, there will be NO ROOM for hate. Surround yourself with love and watch how happy you will be.
Peace and blessings to you and yours.
First of all, I’d like to thank you all of YOU for reading my little ole blog. Seriously. I hit over 50K views over the weekend. I’m sure that doesn’t mean anything to you but it means a lot to me. I’ve only been seriously blogging for two years and I’ve come a long way. I’m never satisfied so more fine tuning to come! ^___^
Last weekend, I spent some time with family in South Florida. I have a ridiculously large family. There’s never enough time in a visit to spend with everyone but what can you do.
At one of the rest stops, I saw this AMAZING bouquet in the restroom of all places. That was definitely the cleanest rest stop I’ve ever been to.
I’ve never really been a lover of animals but I finally found a dog that I love. His name is Cookie and he’s the sweetest little thing! Although I still haven’t warmed up to him actually touching me, I did take him out for a run or two. We really bonded…I totally miss him.
My grandfather turned 79 last month! BOSS.
Just a few of my cousins that I got to see. Random fact: I am the second grandchild of seventeen grandchildren. There are seven GREAT-grandchildren. I repeat, I, 27-year-old Lucy, am the second grandchild of seventeen. There are seven great-grandchildren. I am childless. Folks are out there putting in work.
My cousins: Bryna, Bry’Ann and baby Bryce (#17). They annoyed me but I love them to pieces!
We ended up going to a resort in Kissimmee, FL but I could not stay. I hope they had a blast at Disney World.
I will never drive my car to Florida again.
This may or may not be a lie.
But seriously. Atlanta -> Orlando -> Tampa -> Fort Lauderdale -> Miami -> Tampa -> Orlando -> Atlanta. TOO. MUCH.
For a last minute trip, it was pretty swell. Minus some moments. *cough* south beach and the face eater *cough*
Celebrated my friend Eve’s birthday. Woot!
Had drinks at the bar with Marco.
Got silly at Fort Lauderdale beach.
Chilled with some cousins.
Had brunch with my oldest best friend, Santra.
Splash time at Sunny Isles Beach, Miami.
And made it back home just in time (literally) to see Robert Glasper perform at the Atlanta Jazz Festival.
I can sum up this weekend in one word: CHURCH. Not that that’s a bad thing. I mean, it is all for sweet baby Jesus.
But first, my cousin had a Christmas party. You know those people who get really excited about decorating and spreading Christmas cheer? She’s one of them. Lol.
me, my cousin and my sister
I don’t speak about animals because quite frankly, I’m scared of them. BUT, I met a poodle that night named Apple-Love that may have cured my fear. She is soooo cute and harmless. I hope my cousin gets her.
Saturday, I attended a wonderful service at Buckhead Church. Something beautiful happened at the end. All those who were recently baptized or rededicated their life to Christ were asked to light a candle. Myself included. This year, I made a serious decision to find God for myself and it’s been the most eye-opening experience ever. No regrets.
I attended a second service at Berean Seventh Day Adventist Church. Needless to say, I was churched out for the day.
Christmas Day, I attended Destiny Metropolitan Worship Church. HAPPY “BIRTHDAY” JESUS.
My friend Nadine got married over the weekend and what an event it was. On Sunday, we hosted the bridal shower with her friends and family as guests. After seeing everyone in all white, I can somewhat see why Lisa Raye is obsessed with the color. It’s beautiful, ethereal and pure. But…I don’t know if I love it enough to wear it all the time like she does.
- Wet Seal jeans & top, Nine West pumps
My lovely friends
and my fab siblings
oh, and my lola bunny
I guess I should’ve taken pictures of the couple, hunh?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
I wish I wasn’t so mean to my sister growing up. I’m not as sensitive as she is at all. When people find out that she is my sister, they are usually very surprised. We look nothing alike. She’s taller and bigger than I am. And we don’t hang out like that. Most people think I’m an only child. I used to think I was too lol.
I don’t remember all that I did or said but I’m pretty sure I tormented her. I do remember always kicking her out of our shared room because she snored.
But anyway, I do love my sister (and my brother too of course). I’m not the most affectionate person but I don’t play when it comes to my family. DON’T MESS WITH US!
I’d also like to send an early shout out to my sister. Her 23rd birthday is on Monday. No money chile. But you’re world wide now! RUN TELL DAT HOMEBOY!
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Anyone that really knows me knows that I don’t like getting emotional. I absolutely hate crying. It makes me feel weak. I hate when I can’t get my words out. So most times, I stifle my emotion especially around people and handle all of that in the comfort of my boudoir. Lol. But for real, some things are just emotional for me to even type. Talking about my mom is one of those things.
I come from a lineage of very strong women. Whether the men were there or not, the women got the work done. My mom has always been a consistent worker. *here we go with these damn tears in my eyes* I seriously wanted to be superwoman when I grew up just to be like her. I remember always staying at her job at the nursing home while she worked the 3-11pm shift. Eating my dinner in the back room. Or other times if I was home, staying up to hear the elevator at 11:30pm to make sure she got in before I went to bed. My mom wasn’t like the other typical Haitian mothers. She used reasoning, rationalization and communication to get to me and my siblings. Very Americanized.
I remember when my mother’s mother passed away last year. I will never forget my mother’s strength. When everyone was falling apart, she was the rock. She spoke clear and proudly of her mother at the funeral. I would have been a MESS. I actually was. My grandmother was everything. I still have trouble acknowledging her death.
When I graduated college, it was more for my parents than for me. All of my friends of refugee parents understand, their journey to this country was a challenge. And all they want for their children is for them to succeed. So they work hard in order for us to have a good life. I appreciate that. I will never take that for granted. And I will not disappoint them. I owe my life to both of my parents. My mom though, she’s a warrior.