Authentically Nita

or, In Desperate Need of Fashion Tips for an Extremely Busy Mom! As I've said before, I'm no fashion guru. Right now I'm having a serious fashion crisis! My mornings are hectic. They begin at 6-6:30am, I have to have all the kids at school no later than 8:30am. I don't have time to worry about my image when I'm getting them ready. But last week I actually walked out the house wearing the following: Blue jeans Dark orange colored, v-neck shirt a gray hoodie black sneakers huge brown purse I almost called the fashion police on myself. My wardrobe consists of mostly comfortable, casual wear. But that does not give me the excuse to walk out the house completely mismatched with my hair in a ponytail. This was just a once in a Blue Moon type of thing. I'll blame it on the fact that I was running late. Thank goodness that no one threw out the stereo type that people so often say when someone doesn't match. But really, I do neglect myself a lot. When you have childr

It's not always easy to help children with their homework. Especially, their reading. I was having some problems helping my 7 year old daughter with reading. She is under the age appropriate reading level, and just hasn't been able to grasp the phonics as well as her siblings do. I was getting very, very frustrated. Then, my closest friend, whom I've known for a good 10 years, told me about a method called, 'The Sandwich Approach." The Sandwich Approach is when you take a negative response and surround it with two positives. I'm telling you, this method works! Apparently, it's also very popular and I seem to be the last parent alive to hear about it. I've always given my children praises when they get an answer right or whenever they do well. I think what makes this method successful is that you don't just end positive, but you start off positive. Starting positive seems to give the child some confidence and makes them feel more comfortable with to

Big surprise. The jury acted out of malice. This case was not supposed to be about his late, estranged wife, Nicole Simpson. However, it seems as if the courts have said, "We missed ya last time, but we'll get cha this time nigger." Of all the Native Americans, Mexican Americans and Black Americans living in Nevada, they chose the people who would be most biased to serve as jurors in this trial. The jury consisted of all white, middle aged people and most of them were women. The Jury was told that even though they knew about the previous trial in which O.J. won, (because he did not murder his wife) they were to put their feelings aside and not let that interfere with their judgement and the facts in his case. Yeah, right.

I don't even want to know what the outcome of this trial will be. The jury is all white and mostly women. This hearing is about revenge and trying to punish him for something that he was never convicted of before. The whole thing is just stupid and that's how I feel. I'm not even going to go any further with this, because it will piss me off.

My oldest daughter and I have a lot in common. We have the same eating habits. We like the same foods. We both love art. She keeps a drawing book with her work in it and I actually used to do that when I was around her age too, (my creative interests later switched to writing). I excelled in school getting A's & B's in all subjects except, Physical Education. During 'Back to School Night' I learned that my daughter is failing Phys Ed. Her grades in every other subject are great. I never told her that I didn't like P.E. in school so I have no idea why she is doing this. Anyway, she has some make up work and an Activity Log that she can use to make up missed time so I'll be working her behind hard over the next couple of weeks.

Today was my daughter's first day of school. She was excited about school up until this morning. She had asked me over and over when she would be able to go to school. I decided to sign her up for The Learning Tree and she got accepted. We were talking about her going to school since the beginning of September, but this morning she seemed nervous. She wasn't smiling at all on her way to school. Her father and I walked her to hang up her jacket and bag. We made sure she got her breakfast and that she felt comfortable before we left. Glorious walking with Daddy in her new school. Today was a half day. Her teacher says they like to start the little ones on half days because it's an adjustment for them. Anyway, she had a great time. She wasn't even ready to leave when her dad went to pick her up. She liked it so much that she wants to go back tomorrow. Unfortunately, tomorrow is Saturday, but she'll be there bright & early Monday morning!

This month is Domestic Abuse Awareness month. Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women between the ages of 15 and 44 in the United States. As a former victim of Domestic Abuse I feel strongly about getting the word out and letting women know that they are not alone in their battle. I will be posting poetry, information and stories about Domestic Abuse. I will also share bits and pieces of my own story. When I experienced this, it seemed that there were stages I went through in dealing with him and the abuse. I remember when the abuse first started and I didn't want to tell anyone because I was embarrassed. The first time he ever really left a mark on me was in the Spring of 2001. Our daughter was a few months old. He punched me in my eye and it turned black and blue and the side of my face was swollen. I didn't want to go to work with my face messed up because I was a Bank Teller and my customers were regulars. I didn't want to deal with anyone asking quest