Nothing, but my BAY BAY

And now for that feel good story…….

I can’t believe that my little Booby Bear, my nephew, will be two years old tomorrow.  Or, as that age is called, “the terrible twos.”   It seems like it was just yesterday, I was rocking him in my arms, watching him as he was falling asleep. Time surely does fly…….And yes, I did call him “Booby Bear” in case you were wondering if that was a typo or something.  I know-- I will cross that bridge when he is twenty and he has a complex behind me calling him that…..but for now, he will always be my little “Booby Bear.” I also have pet names for my nieces. So let me take a minute and give a shout out to my—“Tina Beana” and my—“Courtney Smortney aka Courtney Wee.”

I have to admit, when my brother told me he was going to be a daddy, I was very negative.  I mean, he just barely met this girl and then WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA’AM---she’s pregnant.  So yes, I did tell him to make sure the baby was his because females can be trifling (especially when they see a good guy trying to take care of his business).  I also told him, “I will believe it when I see it.”-----I know, I was a Grade A B**** (rhymes with witch).  And I can admit that.  The Sister in me didn’t want my brother to get hurt.  And the Woman in me was like “BEEP-- BEEP---BACK AWAY FROM THE OKEY DOKE—DON’T FALL FOR IT!!!!”  What can I say; SKEPTICAL is my middle name…..

Well, as you figured out, my brother was the baby daddy.  He posted pictures of my nephew on his Facebook page, and yes that baby had “Becknell” written all over him…And what could have been a sad ending, turned out to be a joyous one because all was  forgiven and I fell head over heels in love with my nephew….

He makes a bad mood go away when he looks at me with those big brown eyes and smiles at me or gives me “sugars”.  He makes my heart melt.  He makes me feel all “mushy” inside.  As you can tell, I love this little boy with all my heart and soul.  And I will do anything in my power to protect him…. (However, that feeling will go away once he hits puberty because then I probably will want to choke him.) 

So here’s to wishing him a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY with many more to come.  And I thank God for blessing me with such a crazy little nephew AND crazy grown nieces—plus one little niece that I’m still waiting to meet (Hi James!!!)…Auntie loves YOU ALL!!!

Just Saying,

Niesey

Where Were You?

Twelve years ago.  It seems as if it was just yesterday.  Twelve years ago, the world as we knew it—ENDED…

The morning of September 11, 2001 was an ordinary one for me.  I had just relocated to Houston, TX back in June, and I was actively searching for full time employment.  I was in the middle of a real life horror film, called HOUSTON TRAFFIC, on my way to an appointment I had with one of the numerous employment agencies Houston has to offer.  I was listening to one of my favorite radio stations, singing along like my name was Whitney Houston, when the music was interrupted by an emergency news broadcast.  I heard the announcer say that we were under attack by terrorists.  I heard him go on to say that the North and South towers of the World Trade Center were destroyed.  I admit that my mind drifted for a moment because I could not wrap my head around what was being said.  I thought that it was some sick joke that was being played over the radio (for it wouldn’t be the first time creating mass hysteria).  Then I thought, “What kind of sicko would joke about something so serious?”  Really?  And then, it dawned on me that it wasn’t a joke……

I made it to my destination in awe.  I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how to feel.  So many things were going through my mind.  The lady that I was scheduled to meet with had friends in New York that worked in that area (if not in the World Trade Center itself).  We all sat in silence listening to the news wondering what else would happen…..My appointment was cancelled, and truthfully, I don’t know how I made it back to my car because I was still in shock.  Once I made it back home, I was glued to the television.  I think I went through all kinds of emotions.  At first, I was in shock.  Then, I was sad and hurt.  Finally, I was angry.  I was angry because I couldn’t believe that these so called terrorists had the audacity to do that mess here, in the United States of America.  I was angry because these “men” were cowards dying for a cause that they probably didn’t understand.  I was angry for all the people who lost loved ones because of some “stupid sh**.”  And I was angry because I didn’t understand how the powers that be let that happen on our soil.   I learned a cruel lesson that day—WE ARE NOT IMMUNE.

Twelve years later, and it still haunts every one of us.  I often wonder what the passengers of the planes felt knowing they were going to die.  I wonder are their souls truly at rest because of the violent way they left this Earth.  I wonder how the surviving members of all of their families are coping.  Have they gotten some type of peace? Have their minds and hearts been comforted?  And I wonder how anyone can justify that acts of suicide missions are right when the causalities are people that have nothing to do with “the cause.”   

September 11, 2001, the world ended as we knew it.  That day left a scar on all of us that is still healing.  My heart goes out to all the victims of this senseless crime.  And for the terrorists, NO—the heroes were not the ones that succeeded in their mission—the HEROES were those that sat on that plane and lost their lives so WE can live—so WE can be better people.

Twelve years ago, and I remember it like it happened yesterday….Where were you????

Just Saying,

Niesey