Saturday, August 13, 2005

Thank God for Saturday!

Today was awesome! I was so productive. I am so glad that I don't have class on Saturday anymore. I practiced my domestication skills and cooked. Yes, I cooked. I made sweet and sour chicken. It was actually pretty good. I was supposed to go to Austin to attend a friend's graduation party. She's the bomb. She's a single mom who has a house and just got her masters degree. I'm very proud of her. I did put a card in the mail though. I'm trying to do better with remembering important dates and events, keeping in touch, etc. These are very important attributes that I am not naturally blessed with, but are crucial to a successful life.

Anyway, I am so excited about the greatest honor I've ever had. My big sister asked me last week if I could take my niece and nephew to school on their first day, which is Tuesday. I am so nervous and crunk at the same time. I mean, they'll remember this day for the rest of their lives. (Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit.) My niece is going to the first grade, so this is really special right??? I know their mom is sad that she can't take them, but she's a teacher and has to be at work at 6AM. Their dad has to work too. So, Kidd Grown to the rescue! I'm spending the night at their house on Monday night. I was thinking about writing them a cute little encouraging letter to put in their lunches. Am I over-reacting? I'm definitely taking pictures though.

I went and bought a digital camera. I found a good deal at Wal-Mart of course. I also checked out Frye's, which is a really cool store by the way. They have everything, and it is so neat and well laid out unlike those cluttered mailings they send out. Who's doing their marketing anyway? I went in there for a camera and came out with a USB stick and an Israel CD. Go figure.

I'm just sitting here watching the movie "Life" with Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence. I forgot how funny this movie is. "You gon' eat yo' cornbread?" That was a trip. Bernie Mac killed me..."I da pappy!" Okay, I know I need to be getting in the bed so that I can go to worship service in the morning. Tomorrow, I'll have something more interesting to share. Yes, I have to tell you about my neighbor.

God bless you whoever and wherever you are. Remember, "He is with you always even until the end!"


Kidd Grown

1 John 3:1-4

Friday, August 12, 2005

Four Brothers Subtitle: A Hot Mess

Okay, I got to the theater at 7:30, and the next movie didn't start until 9:30. I didn't sweat it because I got $2 off with my student ID. So I decided to drive back home and engage in my favorite pastime, eating. I went back to the theater and found my seat. (BTW, the previews for this fall aren't looking too good.)

The movie was a hot mess. Let me just put that out there. However, it could've and should've ended after an hour and a half. There was absolutely no need for 2 hours. In short, a lot of violence and cursing. I'm still not sure if I understood the plot. If Mark Wahlberg and Tyrese weren't so cute, I would've left after the first 30 minutes, seriously. Andre did a good job though. I have to give a shout out to my boy! (like I know him)

Since this is a positive site, I had to find some good in this situation. The best things about my movie night: a great old school soundtrack, Tyrese and Tyrese.

The worst things about my movie night: (1) The ghetto couple who arrived at the movie 30 minutes late and conveniently selected my row. Talking about, “Say, anybody in them seats?” I started to say, “Yes” especially after the girlfriend stepped on my big toe. (2) The parents (who apparently missed a couple of parenting classes) and had their small children in an R Rated film! Hello. (3) The boyfriend from the ghetto couple in (1) whose phone rang twice (not once, but twice) during the movie, and he had the nerve to answer it and hold a 3 minute conversation.

Dang Gina! I'm just trying to understand. Did anyone have a better experience with this movie they'd like to share?

Oh Miss Sophia now,

Kidd Grown

My Family. Mi Familia.

LEFT: Here's me and my three sisters. I'm the cutie in the pink dress. Can you believe I lost 25 pounds in like 3 months??!!! Someone told me that God was preparing me for my man. Hey!!! What's up Boaz? Where you at?

But, I digress. My baby sis, Angela (Angie), is the tall one on the left. Shylika, the one to my immediate right, is the sis born right after me. LaTonya (Tonya) is the one on the far right, and she's the oldest. They are all happily married. Angie and Shylika live right outside of Atlanta, and Tonya recently moved to Dallas from Atlanta.

TOP RIGHT: That's my momma and her girls. She broke her ankle this summer that's why she's in the wheel chair. Long but funny story. :-) This pictures are from my 30th birthday bash weekend. Mental Note: Never throw a party again!!!

I probably should be working right now, but I've made a committment to only update the site during my lunch hour or before/after work. A sista has to be ethical and stuff. I'm buying a digital camera this weekend so I won't bore you away with old stuff. Stay tuned for tonight's commentary of the movie "Four Brothers".

Keep your head up diva or divo,

Kidd Grown

p.s. I'm also a perfectionist. The fact that these two images aren't wrapping correctly is driving me nuts. Pray for me.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Remember...I'm Mike Jones, baby!

Okay, is it me or did Mike Jones come out of nowhere??!!! You gotta love this guy.

Here we are talking about a short, dark stocky and grilled out fella from the hood who has more confidence than Oprah Winfrey. Seriously! I ain't mad at him. I'm not a huge fan of today's hip-hop, but I think something has to be said about Mike Jones and his style. And why do we call him by his entire name anyway::!! I actually listened to the song and was thinking about how philosophical it really is.

Check this:

We, human being,s are so selfish and self-centered sometimes that we act like we are TOO good for people unless they have something that we aspire to attain or see some personal benefit from associating with a particular person or group. Think back to when you were a kid. You always wanted to be like the coolest girl or the coolest guy. You wanted to be in their crew. Why, because it was safe. It helped you to escape your own pitiful world (or at least you thought it was), or it all of the negative attention and bullying off you. When the real truth is, the people in the crew were really the ones living in a pitiful world and used their social power to humiliate others while trying to over-compensate from a clear lack of positive self-esteem and love for others. As adults, I still see this happening in ministry, work, name it. It finally took an underground rap artist from Houston, Texas to expose this unfortunate act.

So, Mike Jones...Do yo' thing my brotha. If these girls (the same ones that dissed you before) are all on you now, you have every right to write a song about it. Maybe you will liberate the minds of young people and grown ups about how to treat all people -- when they're up and when they're down -- with dignity, respect and in the same manner in which you would want to be treated yourself. To all my nerds, outcasts, social rejects, impoverished and just overlooked people -- remember..."Everybody has a little light under the sun, under the sun, under the sun."

The next time you need that bit of confidence to boost you over. MIKE JONES! The next time somebody looks at you like you're an idiot. MIKE JONES! The next time you're rejected by someone you have a crush on. MIKE JONES! The next time your boss questions your ability to get the job done. MIKE JONES! You need to look at that person and say, "I thought you knew!" (Pop your collar and scream) "I'm Mike Jones, Baby!"

Peace up,
Kidd Grown

p.s. comments???

Today is the first day of the rest of my life...

Wow! I cannot believe it. I actually finished something that I started. I have a blog site, which I've been saying that I was going to do for the longest. I can't wait to get home and fill out my profile.

Keep your eyes open because this site is about to blow up. For those of you who are not priviliged to understand "hood" talk, that means to "take off or to escalate at a rapid pace."

Peace up! Haters down.

The Kidd has spoken.