So Thanksgiving Day was beautiful

I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing and my Mama’s voice speaking to the person on the other end.

“Goodmorning. Happy Thanksgiving to you too. Yeah, she’s here but she’s sleeping. You want me to wake her up? Ok. I’ll tell her to call you right back. Bye.”

I roll over and squeeze my eyes shut. My Mama walks in. “Your baby daddy just called. He said call him back right now.”

I look at the clock, it’s only 8:30. Why can’t this nicca let me sleep in for ONCE in my life? See, he had picked up the boys yesterday to spend Thanksgiving with him and I was so looking forward to doing the ONE thing I can never do, sleep in without having kids crawling all over me telling me they wanna watch TV, they wanna eat breakfast, their brother punched them in the eye.

But I smiled anyway and called the sucka back. He didn’t like the clothes I had packed for them and wanted me to pick out some more outfits so he could take them out visiting family all day. (He’s from Miami too, but he doesn’t live here.) I sorted through all of their stuff. I must admit, I ain’t the least bit organized. I don’t see the point in folding clothes when you gotta unfold them to see what shirt you’re holding and you STILL have to iron it anyway. ahh.. I think I’m just lazy.

So I pack them some more clothes and call him to come get them. When he arrives I’m just pulling out to go pick up my aunt for dinner. Yeah, it’s noon and dinner is already ready. My Mama likes to get that stuff done so she can sleep all day.

I pick up my aunt and we come back to chow. She’s never seen White Chicks so I put it in for her while we eat. Man, I love that movie! Especially when they’re at the front desk of the hotel and they’re trying to check in and one of those White Chicks is feigning like she’s writing a letter and saying: “Dear Mr. Royal Hamptons. I…am….a….WHITE WOMAN…IN..AMERICA….”

I was cracking up on that one! I mean that was sooo funny. Cuz he is implying that simply because he is white in America he shouldn’t have to deal with certain behavior.

~sigh~Yeah… I know you feelin me. Sometimes you gotta laugh so you don’t cry.

And I’m wildin out when the dude, Latrell, is singing in the car, “You know I’d walk a thousand miles, if I could just see you…tonight.” LOL!

But my FAVORITE part of the movie was when they were in the club and these two rival socialite groups start battling with dance moves. Come on, dawg, that was hilarious! Imagine if you seen that mess for real at the club? And these two white chicks started breakdancing! Oh my gosh…! I died!

Ha… That was funny, he he…

So after that we’re chillin and I am flipping through channels to see what’s on cuz I never watch TV and we pass this show called Dance 360 or something. I usually can’t stand this show but THIS time they have lil kids on there and I LOVE watching lil kids jook!

So they have these 6 kids battling it out for an Xbox. This one lil girl introduces herself like, “Hi, I’m Megan (or whatever) and I’m from (wherever) and I just want to come here and show everyone that white girls CAN dance!” I roll my eyes. Puhleeease.

But she was right. That chick was too good. She almost won too except it came down to her and this lil black boy named Tiny C who danced just like yo black lil cousin would dance. I mean he had SOME skills, but I think it was just plain funny how when kids get serious when they’re dancing their face scrunches up into this scowl and they jerk their bodies around and you’re wondering whether you should clap, laugh or call 911.

Yeah, that was funny.

By this time I was ready for the main event. I picked up the remote, refilled my cup with strawberry soda and clicked play. Ahhh…Brown Sugar.

I love this damn movie. Not only do I think Sanaa Lathan is like the best thing since Jada Pinkett, I really love the role she plays in this movie. I mean, its my dream career all on a screen for me to cry over. She’s this tight writer who gets promoted to Editor of a big time Hip Hop magazine. She’s writing a book thats personal yet informative and she so georgeous.

She’s not just georgeous like most typical beauty queens. She isn’t just some paper bag colored version of Barbie like SOME Black women in television who so many people fawn over as the ideal Black image of beauty. Sanaa Lathan is your ideal cute chick, whose girl-next-door persona has propelled her to the front lines of stardom.

Sorry, let me just get this out! I just can’t get over how we tend to elevate these Black women who have more Caucasion features than African American ones. We’re sitting up talking bout, mmm, Halle Berry is sho’ll boo’ful. And Halle Berry look like Barbie! Yeah, Barbie is the supposed ideal image of beauty but dang what about Lauryn Hill with those full lips and exotic eyes? What about that other chick, you know the one who lost all those Grammy’s to Alicia Keys a couple of years back? Dang, what’s her name? Those women have classic African American features are are not deemed as appealing as their lighter, button nosed counterparts.

And yeah, you may be saying, “Come on Ms. Tee, you’re kinda light skinned there… and I don’t believe you talking about Caucasian features with your light green eyes!” Well, all I can say is. FORGET YOU! I get it from my Mama.

Yeah I may be a bit color struck in reverse. Or maybe it’s just the part of me that always wants the underdog to see the beauty they have too. And in this case, in America, the underdog has always been the woman who does not have Caucasion features. These magazines got us wanting to put colored contacts in, KEEP some weave in our hair or at the very least PERM it for goodness sakes! “How can you walk around with that nappy stuff? That ain’t professional!”

Humph…

So ANYWAY, back to my day…

I really enjoy watching every part of this movie and I cry when Dre is standing outside of the DJ booth looking at Sidney and professing his love for her live on the radio as she’s being interviewed on Hot 97. Man, sometimes you have to take a risk to receive love. No, scratch that, finding love ALWAYS involves taking a risk.

So, the movie ends and my aunt is ready to go home and surprisingly I’m zipping through traffic on I-95 like I’m a Miami native. FINALLY.

I get home to peace and quiet cuz everyone is asleep and my mind drifts off to the novel I am writing for NaNoWriMo. I love the characters that I have created and I honestly look forward to seeing what will happen to them. As everyone knows, Black novels must have lots of drama and I assure you I am bringing it in full force.

Now that I’ve exhaled I can relax and get back to my novel. It seems like Michelle and Jalen are the perfect couple, or are they?