Pieces of Me…Quick Randoms

Now that turkey day is behind me, it’s time to get back to my personal challenge.  Here are a few quick randoms about yours truly.  I don’t think I’ve put these out before. I gotta start organizing these posts better….note to self.

1.  As a kid,I suffered with spontaneous nosebleeds.

It started when I was 2 years old.  I used to pray that it would end  because, I didn’t want people to see my nose bleeding and  think I snorted cocaine.  It stopped when I was 18 and I was so happy but,

my kids inherited the same condition.

2. I type  about 90 words per minute.

When I was in high school, I wanted to become a court reporter so, I took typing.

After high school, I went to Delgado College and entered the secretarial studies program.  I didn’t become a court reporter but, I’m glad I went through the program.  I was able to land more than a few jobs because of my skills AND…it makes keyboarding a breeze!

3. When I was 13, my mom sent me to Barbizon School of Modeling.

No, not because she wanted me to become a model.

It was because, I was such a darned tomboy that, she wanted me to learn some girly-girl stuff.

When you have a daughter that can scale a fence faster than the boys,shoot some mean marbles and throw a  spiral football…it’s time to introduce some girly-girl stuff.

4.  Around the house, NavySeal calls me “buns.”

Even though I’m petite, I got junk in the trunk.   I remember when I was young my mom would  tell me, “girl, look at yourrr BUTT!”   As if I could actually turn my head to look at it…jeez.

I recently had someone yell,  “say lil Shawty,you got a nice booty yeah” at me ….who does that?  I guess he does.

5.  My son and I have dance offs.

He and I compete against one another flexing and stuff. It’s time for me to pass the torch.   I ain’t hanging up my dancing shoes, I just can’t flex and pop lock  like I used to *sigh*…he wins.  For those who don’t know what flexing and popping is..

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YES. I. CAN. DO.THIS!

6.  I can dance really, really…really well.  I seem to be having trouble with the Dougie though… I must be getting old.

7 . My daughter and I have girls night. I spend the night in her room and she’ll we’ll stay up all night talking about her favorite subject,

BOYS, BOYS AND MORE BOYS.

8. I  can  sit on the floor in a “W.” In fact, that’s what they call it… “w-sitting.”  Here’s the position,

It really gets under my skin that,everyone is talking  about  how to fix the problem of w-sitting.

I remember when everyone wanted to “fix”  us lefties too.  Trying to force us to use our right hand when we were born to be lefties.

I’ve been w-sitting since I  could sit upright and I’ll be 49  in a few months.

I ran track ( cross-country and sprint), was on a gymnastics team and had vaginal births for both of my kids without needing one stitch afterwards.

With Yellow Jacket, I dilated from 2 to 10 centimeters  in 40 minutes!

Nothing was ever wrong with my legs or my pelvic area. Leave those babies alone…it’s comfortable sitting like that.

I was the odd ball in the family….only girl, only lefty, only one with spontaneous nosebleeds, only one to sit in the  “w” shape.

I’m so glad my parents  just let me be me.

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It’s A Beautiful Day in this Neighborhood

Yesterday morning, I was taking YellowJacket to the mall so she could buy a cute outfit for the Bayou Classic’s Battle of the Bands.  As I reached the corner of my street and turned, I saw the most beautiful sight ahead of me,

MEN PLAYING GOLF ON THE GOLF COURSE!!

Now, I  know a lot of  folks are like…okkkkkaaayyy?!

Here’s the story,

As most you all already know, I was raised and currently live in a subdivision called Pontchartrain Park or ” da Park” as it’s affectionately called.  The subdivision was built during the 1950’s for blacks to become home owners during the time of segregation. It has a baseball stadium, basketball courts, tennis courts, a huge playground and a golf course.

The baseball stadium and golf course were destroyed by Katrina.

When Katrina hit, the city had just restored the golf course. I don’t think 60 days had passed before it was completely destroyed.

After the storm, we had no idea of what would happen to it.  The city couldn’t afford to rebuild it again and no recovery money was heading to this area to have it done.

Actor Wendell Pierce and Grammy winning trumpeter Terence Blanchard who also grew up in this area, took the bull by the horns and began to look for ways to have the golf course not only declared historical but, to have it restored as well.

Well, fast forward to today and the Joseph Bartholomew Golf Course  is now up and running!!

The golf course is absolutely beautiful!  Lawd, I’ve never seen so many black folks on a golf course in my life…lol

The fact that, it’s operational is not only a major step forward for this area but, the city as well.

Y’all have no idea what this does to my soul.  I grew up on this golf course. We used to walk across it and HOPE we didn’t get hit by a golf ball. I had one girlfriend who did get hit on the head…she had the biggest nugget on her eye for what seemed like forever.

I can sit on my balcony and watch  men play golf  again. It brings me joy. It brings joy to so many people.

NavySeal is chomping at the bit to get out there but, he still has some recouping to do before that can happen.  He’s recouping really fast so, he doesn’t have long to wait.

I’m just glad that, another part of NOLA’s history did not die with the storm.  So much of it did…this one was saved.  It’s not only a part of NOLA’s history but, black history as well.

Born in  NOLA in 1881, Joseph Bartholomew was the first African-American to design and build a public golf facility in the United States.

He designed and built the Metairie Golf Course, City Park courses 1 and 2, and numerous other courses across the Southeast. Because of his race, however, he wasn’t allowed to play on any of them.

During the 1950’s, he designed and built the Pontchartrain Park Golf Course.   It was the golf course that, he could finally play his favorite sport.

The man was a genius.

Rest In Peace Mr. Bartholomew.

She’s up and running again.

Pieces of Me…

Well, that previous post certainly brought the lurkers around…y’all a nosey lil tribe huh?

I don’t mind. I wouldn’t put anything on here that  my kids don’t already know.  I’m flattered you all want to read about me and my life in The Murder Capital Big Easy.  I’m a cool, funny chick.

When I put that post out, I had  forgotten about all of the cooking I had to do.

I’ll pick it back up when I finish with the,

Gumbo

Turkey

Ham

Stuffed Bell Peppers

Crawfish Mac and Cheese

Candied Yams

Potato Salad

Creole Cornbread Dressing

New Orleans Style 7-up Cake

Bread Pudding

Steamed Veggies

and Homemade Eggnog (if I can get a cool breeze around here.)

 

 

 

Pieces of Me…Faces of Ali

In an effort to open up more on my blog, I’ve decided to blog for 5 days telling you all  a lil more about ole’ Bayoucreole.

Yeah, I’m a wuss when it comes to opening up. Ya gotta remember that, I was raised in a house full of males and they really weren’t into that sort of stuff.

Because, I’m such a wuss, I”m gonna start out with some easy stuff….lol

That’s me at 5 years old.

My hair was such a weird color. A sandy/brownish color and I hated it. I was happy when it turned dark brown.  I’ve been accused of wearing colored contacts but, as you all can see…that’s my eye color.

I can’t see shit but, they sure are pretty.

I loved that dress…my favorite older cousin, Audrey, bought it for me. Seeing that dress still makes me smile.

 Here I am at 6 years old and I just love this picture!

One earring, one plait hanging down and no front teefs.  I put my tongue there to fill the space. I look so happy and I was. I’ll never forget that day. My mom was fixing my hair in the kitchen and her water broke. I was excited because, I was getting ready to get myself a little sister!

That’s what I wanted anyway.

Y’all know how that turned out.

This is where my love for animals began…especially dogs. Just click on the pic for a better view.

My geeky years…lol  I must be 9 on this pic because, those are my first pair of glasses. This is when I learned how to crochet.  For some reason, I love to crochet when I’m stressed. ..I guess because it’s so relaxing to me. I haven’t done it in a while so, I guess that’s a good thing.

Me with two of my younger brothers. Don’t remember the age but, I know I was in elementary school. We were heading to our school play in this pic…my mom always made our costumes for us.  The reason I’m such an excellent public speaker is because she always forced encouraged us to be in every school and church play.

Thanks mom.

That’s me with Oracle. I’m 13 on this one and YES, those plaid Toughskins WERE the style back then!

Not too sure about the fact that they were “ankle wipers” though…lol

Bayoucreole getting ready for her confirmation.

In my early 20’s  with my sisters-in-law.  Why we’re standing like Robert Palmer girls, I don’t know.  Around this stage of my life, people used to tease me and call me Prince because of my eyes.

Here I am about 6 months pregnant with PurpleKnight.  My mom’s pointing at my stomach…she was BEYOND excited that I was having a baby.

Her exact statement was,” with those boys, even if the baby looks just like them, you still could be wrong but,

when your daughter is pregnant, you  KNOW IT’S YOUR GRANDBABY!!”

That woman was a mess! LOL

I had no stomach at all so, I had to pull my shirt back to show my baby bump.  Life has a funny way of giving you what you wish for because, I didn’t have to worry about that the next time I was pregnant…

I was HUGE when I was pregnant with YellowJacket! People would look at me and say, “gotDAMN!” lol

If it looks as if I”m holding onto  the baby bed for balance it’s because…I was.

Moi at 38 years old.  I loved that haircut.

Same day, outside shot.   Not too shabby considering how huge I was with YellowJacket.

I gotta thank my mom for giving me those good “birthing genes.”

She was pregnant 9 times and never kept any weight…thanks again mom.

I was gonna put a current pic up but, I don’t have any stored in this computer.

Y’all know how I look now anyway.

I gotta get in this kitchen and start prepping all of this Thanksgiving food.

I’ll put another post out tomorrow.

Smooches!