Mini-Post: The Sweet 16 party
*This is just a mini. I will get back to posting about how Black folks are listening to bad music and reading bad books (I see you Jayspice, I told you Kindred was a great book, I'm glad you are reading it), how YT in my classes is trying to destroy my soul (I lit this chic on FIYAH last Thursday) , and how much I have been enjoying blogging and reading folks blogs. I was MIA last week because I had massive amounts of homework along with getting ready for Ninja Jr's bash, and on top of all of that I was STILL fighting that cold, so I yeah I didn't update, and I haven't visited some of my favorite spots, just know conversing with you was missed (I see you Xilla, Thembi and Nikz), and I'll see you this week I am sure*
Ninja Jr's Sweet 16 party was a success! I for one was not surprised as I already know that her Mother always gives great party and always has (surprise-surprise). To remind you, Ninja Jr invited 100 kids, and about 85 of those chirren showed up. They all wore red and black which was required, and (surprise-surprise again) all those babies brought gifts! Ninja Jr made out like a bandit in the gift department, $$$, gift cards, a nice ass flat-iron that her Mama will be using, clothes, girly baths sets, and jewelry. I bought her the brand new iPod Nano, clothes and sneaks and 5 hours of driving lessons at driving school. *sidenote-NOBODY told me driving lessons were $50 bucks an hour!! EEEK!* Her Grandparents gave her another 5 hours of driving school. No she did not get a car. She's getting one though, don't get it twisted that child has too many activities and my ass is officially the high school taxicab. Here are the car requirements that go in effect when Volleyball season is over :
1. you must have a job
2. you must finish all 10 hours of driving school
3. you must not scare the shit out of your Mother making those sharp ass turns
I really didn't have to say anything about her grades as they are always good. She is going to be required to pay her insurance, but I'm buying the car outright. I figure she'll have one by spring.
I have to admit, that as much as I despise the drivel that passes as Hip-Hop today, I must admit that I do love to watch the babies do these dances. Now the dances them selves are insanely ridiculous, however my Mama probably said the same thing when she saw me doing the Prep in front of my mirror. So yes, Cranking the Soldier Boy not only sounds absolutely ridiculous, the dance is even more so, but I think it's the shit watching a group of boys & girls doing it in unison. Parents, some advice: If you have a party for your child anytime soon, you don't need a DJ. Just play Soldier Boy fiftyleven times and you are GOOD for the night, TRUST. Those kids never got tired of that damn song!
All the kids wore the required red and black, all the chaperones (my homies) wore all Black, I, the Queen-mother of the Princess, wore Red and Black. As you see the Princess wore SILVER, and yes, she had a tiara. She was fly as hell (She gets it from her Mama). My daughter told me all the boys said I was HAWT. That cracked me up. When the party first started the kiddies were bunched in little groups talking. Ninja Jr grabbed the mic and proceeded to tell them this (exact words too) "Hey everyone thank you for coming to my party, I hope you have fun. Now nobody is coming to my party and just standing around. Don't worry about the chaperones, they don't care how we dance as long as nobody tries to get anyone pregnant on the dance floor!!" *falls down a flight of stairs* LMAO!! She said all that because she had asked me earlier if we ( the chaperones) cared how the kids were going to dance, and that's what I told her. I didn't know she was going to repeat me in front of all the babies. The kids were all well behaved, nobody cut up at all! Kids really just want to have fun for real.
So yes....it was a good time. I survived the night. I was glad that I could show my daughter how blessed I felt as her mother. The best part came for me the next day. She was talking to my parents and I, saying thank you for giving her the party, and she literally broke down in tears. I mean boo-hoo crying, ugly-face crying, slob-out-the-side-of-your-mouth crying, can't-breathe-choking crying. I looked at her and I started crying too, then my mother started crying....LOL. I said "Why are you crying?" She said "I just wanted you to know how much it meant for me to have this party and I love you all for giving it to me." Well damn.
Now see? That right there let me know that I am doing my duty as a mother by raising a child that is appreciative of plain and simple love.
1. you must have a job
2. you must finish all 10 hours of driving school
3. you must not scare the shit out of your Mother making those sharp ass turns
I really didn't have to say anything about her grades as they are always good. She is going to be required to pay her insurance, but I'm buying the car outright. I figure she'll have one by spring.
I have to admit, that as much as I despise the drivel that passes as Hip-Hop today, I must admit that I do love to watch the babies do these dances. Now the dances them selves are insanely ridiculous, however my Mama probably said the same thing when she saw me doing the Prep in front of my mirror. So yes, Cranking the Soldier Boy not only sounds absolutely ridiculous, the dance is even more so, but I think it's the shit watching a group of boys & girls doing it in unison. Parents, some advice: If you have a party for your child anytime soon, you don't need a DJ. Just play Soldier Boy fiftyleven times and you are GOOD for the night, TRUST. Those kids never got tired of that damn song!
All the kids wore the required red and black, all the chaperones (my homies) wore all Black, I, the Queen-mother of the Princess, wore Red and Black. As you see the Princess wore SILVER, and yes, she had a tiara. She was fly as hell (She gets it from her Mama). My daughter told me all the boys said I was HAWT. That cracked me up. When the party first started the kiddies were bunched in little groups talking. Ninja Jr grabbed the mic and proceeded to tell them this (exact words too) "Hey everyone thank you for coming to my party, I hope you have fun. Now nobody is coming to my party and just standing around. Don't worry about the chaperones, they don't care how we dance as long as nobody tries to get anyone pregnant on the dance floor!!" *falls down a flight of stairs* LMAO!! She said all that because she had asked me earlier if we ( the chaperones) cared how the kids were going to dance, and that's what I told her. I didn't know she was going to repeat me in front of all the babies. The kids were all well behaved, nobody cut up at all! Kids really just want to have fun for real.
So yes....it was a good time. I survived the night. I was glad that I could show my daughter how blessed I felt as her mother. The best part came for me the next day. She was talking to my parents and I, saying thank you for giving her the party, and she literally broke down in tears. I mean boo-hoo crying, ugly-face crying, slob-out-the-side-of-your-mouth crying, can't-breathe-choking crying. I looked at her and I started crying too, then my mother started crying....LOL. I said "Why are you crying?" She said "I just wanted you to know how much it meant for me to have this party and I love you all for giving it to me." Well damn.
Now see? That right there let me know that I am doing my duty as a mother by raising a child that is appreciative of plain and simple love.
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