I was over on Miz's site and saw this post "What I have Learned" It made me say...Let me do my own list so here it goes:
What I have learned -
- Follow your dreams. They are often part of God's blueprint for you.
- It's ok to let go of one you love, when it is meant to be no matter how long it takes, you can get back together.
- Humble is not the same as being a pushover.
- It is hard going from "me" to "we" but it is so worth it.
- Boys need you to let go if they are going to be men.
- Life is 10 % what happens to you and 90% how you react to what happens to you.
- Learn to laugh in spite of your condition and regardless of your situation.
- Be happy with you before you try to couple up. It is supposed to be whole folks coming together to become 1.
- Hurt people hurt people.
- Love your career and it won't seem like work.
About Me
- Newy
- Mother of 2, Child of God in DMV "They always ask me if I make it am I going to forget about them, but the question is, if I don't make it will they forget about me?" My spin : RealTalk When u are up everyone wants to hang on, but look for the ones that let you lean on when you are down. Remember...don't just look for me when I am up, support me when I'm down. ♥ In prosperity, your friends know you, in adversity, you know your friends. I asked God for strength, I got adversity. I asked God for wisdom, I was made a fool of. I asked for patience, I had a difficult relationship. I looked back, He gave me what I asked for. Adversity showed me I was stronger than I thought; being a fool opened my eyes to discernment making me wise; the difficult relationship showed me that patience is earned not given. Blessings come in many forms, not all of them recognizable.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
What a year this has been
Wow...I can't believe it has been 8 months since I posted. Alot has happened since then.
February -
We celebrated my mom's 65th birthday. We made it a birthday weekend in Memphis and Tunica.
I was in two plays this spring and my son was made part of the youth ensemble of Atlanta
The two movies I filmed last year went post production and I reconnected with the love of my life.
Summer....
Things started changing...My mom was diagnosed with cancer. She started chemo and it seemed like she may have a fighting chance although pancreatic cancer has a low survival rate. After surgery and numerous hospitalizations, we got the devastating news...she was terminal.
After prayer and asking God for guidance, my now husband and I changed our wedding date from September 2012 to September 2011. We wanted her to be there. And she was there. It was a beautiful wedding and reception. Small and intimate with family and close friends in attendance. My older son gave me away. He always loved my hubby. We dated initially from 1996 - 1999 and then remained friends. He was my friend all through the rocky relationship last year.
I am happy with my husband. Sad watching my mother suffer. The pain of watching someone as cancer rocks their body is devastating. There is pain watching my once strong independent mom be reduced to a waif of her old self. The fleshly me is selfish, I want her here. But I know the Lord and I want her suffering to end.
Absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.
So what is up with you bloggers?
February -
We celebrated my mom's 65th birthday. We made it a birthday weekend in Memphis and Tunica.
I was in two plays this spring and my son was made part of the youth ensemble of Atlanta
The two movies I filmed last year went post production and I reconnected with the love of my life.
Summer....
Things started changing...My mom was diagnosed with cancer. She started chemo and it seemed like she may have a fighting chance although pancreatic cancer has a low survival rate. After surgery and numerous hospitalizations, we got the devastating news...she was terminal.
After prayer and asking God for guidance, my now husband and I changed our wedding date from September 2012 to September 2011. We wanted her to be there. And she was there. It was a beautiful wedding and reception. Small and intimate with family and close friends in attendance. My older son gave me away. He always loved my hubby. We dated initially from 1996 - 1999 and then remained friends. He was my friend all through the rocky relationship last year.
I am happy with my husband. Sad watching my mother suffer. The pain of watching someone as cancer rocks their body is devastating. There is pain watching my once strong independent mom be reduced to a waif of her old self. The fleshly me is selfish, I want her here. But I know the Lord and I want her suffering to end.
Absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.
So what is up with you bloggers?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Yay me!
Good morning Blogland. After the snow and ice of last week here in Atlanta, I spent the weekend getting back on the audition track. I got a callback for a second audition on January 29. Well, I take supporting roles and minor stuff because...are you ready for this? I am afraid of success.
I used to think I was afraid of failing, but I am afraid of exceeding beyond measure. To be honest, I don't know if I want to give up a 9-5 for a dream. I am too old to still be "looking for myself". *sigh* I am excited about the opportunities but afraid to commit to anything that will change the way I "do business as usual". 
I know, I often say "take a chance" "step out on faith" but in reality right now I'm thinking "Don't be no fool." I am listening for God to tell me which way to go and I swear to Bob He has not said "Girl quit yo' job" 
Maybe it's just me but I like little things like food and shelter, so until then I will be your friendly neighborhood extra who may or may not even get credited in the billing but I am having fun doing what I do. 
Make it a great Thursday, Blogland.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Did you know....I had a crush on you?!??!?!
So I was on FB(as usual) and I got a friend request from someone I went to middle/early high school with a gazillion years ago. We exchanged the usual "What have you been up to/cute kids/what do you do now/where are you living" pleasantries.
Now there is something you have to understand about MzNewy : I was homely looking in middle and high school...
Umm yeah I was the nerdy studious chic with the big glasses that sat in the front of the class. So what tumbled out of his mouth next sent me into a fit of giggles. He said I had a crush on you back in school. I couldn't help it this was me at his revelation ----> 
For real....I know what I looked like back then. I was a late bloomer. I then asked him if he needed those coke-bottle glasses I used to wear. But you know, he said some things that he remembered about me from waaaaaaaaaaaay back then that the only way he would have paid that much attention was if he WAS crushing me. Wow...who knew. That just goes to show you never know WHOSE type you are, even when you are homely looking. Here is to 1986, to a simple place in time when music was music and the shy kid in the back of the class had a crush on the nerd in the front. 
For real....I know what I looked like back then. I was a late bloomer. I then asked him if he needed those coke-bottle glasses I used to wear. But you know, he said some things that he remembered about me from waaaaaaaaaaaay back then that the only way he would have paid that much attention was if he WAS crushing me. Wow...who knew. That just goes to show you never know WHOSE type you are, even when you are homely looking. Here is to 1986, to a simple place in time when music was music and the shy kid in the back of the class had a crush on the nerd in the front. Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Enough Already!!!!!
Happy New Year!!!!!!!
I don't know about you but some days I look around and I say "When do you say ENOUGH ALREADY????" I mean really, we see cheating senators, governors, golfers, bus drivers, cabbies and just plain old everyday joes...the first thing some of the BBW (Bitter Bewildered Women) I know say is "That couldn't be me...I couldn't be on a string like that....I wish my man would cheat on me I would...." Then I look at them and straighten the spine on my five foot two frame and say "You would what?"
They often continue with the neck-snapping-tongue-clicking tirades of "put his stuff out" "take half" and "change my number", forgetting who they are talking to. Forgetting I am the same chic doing night time ride-bys with them to see "if there is a car in the drive-way" (there was) cause he wasn't answering the phone. On the way over she ranted of leaving, cutting up clothes he left at her house, breaking his favorite cologne and even cheating herself. Yet her composure cracked and the facade faded when seeing an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Those same sisters that throw rocks live in glass houses themselves. It's easy to tell someone else to leave, but harder to follow the same advice.
When it is someone else, there are rants of "what you wouldn't do" ; those same rants are replaced by inconsolable sobs and babblings of "how could he...why would he". They sever the invisible umbilical cord to the one they consider their "lifeblood" only to surgically reconnect it before the wound can even scab over. The scar tissue from the wound never allows them to completely heal as they sever and reconnect so often they become immune to pain.
That is a terrible way to live. But I confess, I too have been there. I too have been the chief of surgery of my own case. Really, you know when he is cheating and you don't need ride-alongs, pictures, text messages or emails to prove it. You know when he is just not moved by you anymore. You know when the sway of your hips just don't do it for him. You know when the late night texts aren't all ___________ "his boy; his mom; his sister" or whomever he inserts in the blank to keep you just close enough that you won't leave but far enough that you won't discover the truth. Hopefully it won't take a golf club, a tree and a late night 911 call for you to say "Enough". Maybe you won't wait for him to disappear for a week only to reappear confessing undying love for someone other than you before you say "Enough".
The sad thing is, the only one that can say Enough is you. Now I am not talking about being insecure and thinking that every hushed call is a secret rendezvous in the making. Not at all, but just remember that we create an environment where it is alright to hate, to steal, to cheat, and to lie if we dress it up with symbols of respectability, dignity and love. It's up to you to say ENOUGH ALREADY!
This has been another Newy perspective.
They often continue with the neck-snapping-tongue-clicking tirades of "put his stuff out" "take half" and "change my number", forgetting who they are talking to. Forgetting I am the same chic doing night time ride-bys with them to see "if there is a car in the drive-way" (there was) cause he wasn't answering the phone. On the way over she ranted of leaving, cutting up clothes he left at her house, breaking his favorite cologne and even cheating herself. Yet her composure cracked and the facade faded when seeing an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Those same sisters that throw rocks live in glass houses themselves. It's easy to tell someone else to leave, but harder to follow the same advice.
When it is someone else, there are rants of "what you wouldn't do" ; those same rants are replaced by inconsolable sobs and babblings of "how could he...why would he". They sever the invisible umbilical cord to the one they consider their "lifeblood" only to surgically reconnect it before the wound can even scab over. The scar tissue from the wound never allows them to completely heal as they sever and reconnect so often they become immune to pain.
That is a terrible way to live. But I confess, I too have been there. I too have been the chief of surgery of my own case. Really, you know when he is cheating and you don't need ride-alongs, pictures, text messages or emails to prove it. You know when he is just not moved by you anymore. You know when the sway of your hips just don't do it for him. You know when the late night texts aren't all ___________ "his boy; his mom; his sister" or whomever he inserts in the blank to keep you just close enough that you won't leave but far enough that you won't discover the truth. Hopefully it won't take a golf club, a tree and a late night 911 call for you to say "Enough". Maybe you won't wait for him to disappear for a week only to reappear confessing undying love for someone other than you before you say "Enough".
The sad thing is, the only one that can say Enough is you. Now I am not talking about being insecure and thinking that every hushed call is a secret rendezvous in the making. Not at all, but just remember that we create an environment where it is alright to hate, to steal, to cheat, and to lie if we dress it up with symbols of respectability, dignity and love. It's up to you to say ENOUGH ALREADY!
This has been another Newy perspective.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
New Year, New You?
You know I was in a relationship at the beginning of 2010. I should have known that this year was not going to end well for that relationship because we brought in the new year arguing at a club. I know that people say there is a "man shortage" but there is not that much of a shortage that you have to tolerate anything from anyone. I even started thinking, why do women tolerate some stuff from men? Probably because they don't love themselves. Well, that was when I realized that I love me some me and I don't need external validation.
Now that I love me, maybe I won't be so emotionally unavailable. Maybe now I won't put on my track shoes and run everytime I feel an inkling of vulnerability. No matter what I have come through, or how many perils I have safely passed, or how imperfect and jagged (in some places perhaps irreparably) my life has been, I cannot in my heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As I look back on it, it slips in behind me in orderly array, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, of poetic glamour. It's during these quiet reflections that I realize I am so much better for the heartaches, the hiccups, the hurdles and the hills. I needed those hurdles to stretch me, to make me a better me. I needed to realize that at the end of the day, until I belonged to and loved me, I COULDN'T love anyone else. I have finally stopped pulling the scabs off my wounds and let them heal. I have stopped crying out of sorrow and self-pity and instead cry for the renewed hope that I have, I cry for the joy that I get from life and I cry for the faith God has in me to leave a footprint in this world. Everyday He wakes me, He gives me another chance to get it right. 525,600 minutes...That's how many chances God gives me every year....And I am grateful.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
....and then there was me.
This has been another Newy perspective.
PS....I found a new entertaining blog through a message board posting. It is called "Ask a Thug". It was entertaining and enlightening. While the language may be harsh, it is a reality check as well. There are some very cool posting and rebuttal comments. Stop by and show some love to the latest edition to my blogroll.
Happy New Year Blogland
Now that I love me, maybe I won't be so emotionally unavailable. Maybe now I won't put on my track shoes and run everytime I feel an inkling of vulnerability. No matter what I have come through, or how many perils I have safely passed, or how imperfect and jagged (in some places perhaps irreparably) my life has been, I cannot in my heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As I look back on it, it slips in behind me in orderly array, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, of poetic glamour. It's during these quiet reflections that I realize I am so much better for the heartaches, the hiccups, the hurdles and the hills. I needed those hurdles to stretch me, to make me a better me. I needed to realize that at the end of the day, until I belonged to and loved me, I COULDN'T love anyone else. I have finally stopped pulling the scabs off my wounds and let them heal. I have stopped crying out of sorrow and self-pity and instead cry for the renewed hope that I have, I cry for the joy that I get from life and I cry for the faith God has in me to leave a footprint in this world. Everyday He wakes me, He gives me another chance to get it right. 525,600 minutes...That's how many chances God gives me every year....And I am grateful.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
....and then there was me.
I am not making any new year resolutions, I am making life reaffirmations. I affirm that I will:
- Love hard.
- Laugh often
- Look for the bright side
- Not hold grudges, but that does not mean letting that person back into the inner circle
- Be thankful for the simple things
- Live simply and fully
- Enjoy each day like it was my last.
- Pray more
- Enjoy my seasons of love.
This has been another Newy perspective.
PS....I found a new entertaining blog through a message board posting. It is called "Ask a Thug". It was entertaining and enlightening. While the language may be harsh, it is a reality check as well. There are some very cool posting and rebuttal comments. Stop by and show some love to the latest edition to my blogroll.
Happy New Year Blogland
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Package
Happy Holidays to you all! I was just reading some FB status updates. I realize alot of people forget the real reason for the season. I was like that too. Until last year. Last year I had a fire in my house and I spent the Christmas season in a hotel. I started examining how I looked at Christmas. It then hit me, I wanna tell you about The Package.
It's only human nature to look at the package something comes in first. Have you ever been in the store, picked up a product, decided to buy it only to put it down and look for one in the most attractive package? Really, like one with the least amount of dings on the box. You even try to find one that looks like it hasn't been opened. Often, after going through the ritual, I have gotten my package home only to discover it was STILL DEFECTIVE even in the best package.
One day, I decided I needed this product but there was only one on the shelf. The package was faded, the label was peeling and it was crushed on one side. The package was so damaged, it was marked down substantially. If I had a choice, I would have put that well-worned box down and chosen another box. When I got my purchase home, I took it out of the package to make sure that the contents weren't damaged. Imagine my surprise when I opened the box to find that not only was it not damaged, it was in better shape than the display item. Sure the box was tattered and torn but the inside was PERFECT.
That leads me to us, as a people. All too often we don't forge a friendship or relationship with someone based on the package. Not saying we shouldn't have standards, but if you keep looking for the same type of package and keep getting damaged contents, maybe you should rethink your strategy. Over the last few years, I have examined the content of a persons character more than the package that encases it. More importantly, I have examined my own contents.
I'm not perfect. I know it is hard to believe *snicker* that I am not perfect, but what I am is forgiven. I try to think good thoughts, but I am not always successful. I try to be helpful, but at times I am selfish with my time. I try not to worry, especially if I have given it to God, but the human side wonders not if it is going to happen but when. I try to do things with a cheerful heart, but at times the human me says "You aren't appreciated so why bother." I try to be nice to those who are not-so-nice to me ~ this one is a real challenge for me. Why? Because I was a cut-chu-off-with-the-quickness person. I have to struggle daily with this one because I remember it was not so long ago that when I lumped you in the I-ain't-fooling-with-them-she (or he)-better-not-ask-me-nothing category, well that was it. For real. It was so bad that if I saw them standing by the curb in the rain waiting for a bus, not only would I zoom by, but I would try my best to hit a puddle and send a little splash their way.
Folks look at my package and think "Wow, she's got it all together." No, I don't. But I just wanted to say that even when everyone (including you and me) thinks that you got it all together, all figured out, God has a way of showing you that you are still under construction. I know that the construction dust on this side prepares me for the perfected package in eternity. Stop working on your package and make sure your contents are in order.
Proverbs 3: 5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
I'm standing on this promise that He will show me where to go.
Merry Christmas, Everyone.
It's only human nature to look at the package something comes in first. Have you ever been in the store, picked up a product, decided to buy it only to put it down and look for one in the most attractive package? Really, like one with the least amount of dings on the box. You even try to find one that looks like it hasn't been opened. Often, after going through the ritual, I have gotten my package home only to discover it was STILL DEFECTIVE even in the best package.
One day, I decided I needed this product but there was only one on the shelf. The package was faded, the label was peeling and it was crushed on one side. The package was so damaged, it was marked down substantially. If I had a choice, I would have put that well-worned box down and chosen another box. When I got my purchase home, I took it out of the package to make sure that the contents weren't damaged. Imagine my surprise when I opened the box to find that not only was it not damaged, it was in better shape than the display item. Sure the box was tattered and torn but the inside was PERFECT.
That leads me to us, as a people. All too often we don't forge a friendship or relationship with someone based on the package. Not saying we shouldn't have standards, but if you keep looking for the same type of package and keep getting damaged contents, maybe you should rethink your strategy. Over the last few years, I have examined the content of a persons character more than the package that encases it. More importantly, I have examined my own contents.
I'm not perfect. I know it is hard to believe *snicker* that I am not perfect, but what I am is forgiven. I try to think good thoughts, but I am not always successful. I try to be helpful, but at times I am selfish with my time. I try not to worry, especially if I have given it to God, but the human side wonders not if it is going to happen but when. I try to do things with a cheerful heart, but at times the human me says "You aren't appreciated so why bother." I try to be nice to those who are not-so-nice to me ~ this one is a real challenge for me. Why? Because I was a cut-chu-off-with-the-quickness person. I have to struggle daily with this one because I remember it was not so long ago that when I lumped you in the I-ain't-fooling-with-them-she (or he)-better-not-ask-me-nothing category, well that was it. For real. It was so bad that if I saw them standing by the curb in the rain waiting for a bus, not only would I zoom by, but I would try my best to hit a puddle and send a little splash their way.
Folks look at my package and think "Wow, she's got it all together." No, I don't. But I just wanted to say that even when everyone (including you and me) thinks that you got it all together, all figured out, God has a way of showing you that you are still under construction. I know that the construction dust on this side prepares me for the perfected package in eternity. Stop working on your package and make sure your contents are in order.
Proverbs 3: 5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
I'm standing on this promise that He will show me where to go.
Merry Christmas, Everyone.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Meet me on Monday (Stolen from Chele)
Questions:
1. What will your Christmas dinner consist of? Not sure. No big to-do this year so whatever the boys want.
2. Do you watch commercials or flip through the channels? I watch them. I am a big marketing buff so I love quirky eye-catching commercials.
3. How long will you leave your Christmas decorations up? Not applicable this year. This year my tree was used on the set of the play so it has been up since October. Alot of my decorations were at the theater. After we tore down the set yesterday, It was tiring. The boys and I agreed we really don't want to go through all of that for 5/6 days so we are bypassing the tree/decorations etc. thing at the house this year.
4. What movie makes you cry every time you watch it? Steel Magnolias.
5. Do you have a Facebook? yes I do.
1. What will your Christmas dinner consist of? Not sure. No big to-do this year so whatever the boys want.
2. Do you watch commercials or flip through the channels? I watch them. I am a big marketing buff so I love quirky eye-catching commercials.
3. How long will you leave your Christmas decorations up? Not applicable this year. This year my tree was used on the set of the play so it has been up since October. Alot of my decorations were at the theater. After we tore down the set yesterday, It was tiring. The boys and I agreed we really don't want to go through all of that for 5/6 days so we are bypassing the tree/decorations etc. thing at the house this year.
4. What movie makes you cry every time you watch it? Steel Magnolias.
5. Do you have a Facebook? yes I do.
Reflections and the Weekend.
After a year in a relationship that was so not right for me, I am happily single. I thought I would go through withdrawal, regret, denial....something....but none of that happened. Instead, I feel free, encouraged, and like a caged bird whose been released. He isn't a bad man, just not the right man for me.
This weekend was AWESOME!!!!! We had a great run with "Cinderella's Crunk Christmas" I was exhausted but happy and sad yesterday. I was happy because we really came together as a cast and put out a quality production that everyone enjoyed. I was sad because last night was our last night together and we grew close. It was surreal that we would not come together again in that capacity.
Let's see what else....oh yeah there was a great article written about me in the Atlanta Examiner Yaay me!
I am just really enjoying life right about now. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Blogland!
This weekend was AWESOME!!!!! We had a great run with "Cinderella's Crunk Christmas" I was exhausted but happy and sad yesterday. I was happy because we really came together as a cast and put out a quality production that everyone enjoyed. I was sad because last night was our last night together and we grew close. It was surreal that we would not come together again in that capacity.
Let's see what else....oh yeah there was a great article written about me in the Atlanta Examiner Yaay me!
I am just really enjoying life right about now. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Blogland!
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Turn about is fair play...or is it?
When the mistress becomes number 1, someone has her old job at number 2.
What if that someone is the girlfriend/wife he was cheating on with her?
I know a couple going through a trial seperation, and the very chic he cheated with is now being cheated on. Think about it, chic number 1 had him first so do you think the girlfriend is getting what she deserves when he is creeping with his wife/girlfriend he was with before her?
What say you blogland?
What if that someone is the girlfriend/wife he was cheating on with her?
I know a couple going through a trial seperation, and the very chic he cheated with is now being cheated on. Think about it, chic number 1 had him first so do you think the girlfriend is getting what she deserves when he is creeping with his wife/girlfriend he was with before her?
What say you blogland?
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
I'm back
Greetings Blogland!
I had given up blogging for awhile. I decided to return because I just need somewhere to brain dump.
Positive energy is always welcomed. Exciting things are happening inmy life. I have a play coming up this weekend called "Cinderlla's Crunk Christmas" NOTE...shameless plug coming up. LOL
It is Christmas and Cinderella is not looking forward to it. She is tired of being harassed by her Step Sisters and Mother,'n' the hood is coming out. Then we have the Fairy Godmother who wears a housecoat because she does not feel like putting on that big dress, 'n' then we have BeBe kids keeping things going. The King is a Pimp 'n' the Duke wants to be the Prince.
Click here to purchase tickets an if you can not come please make a donation:
http://cinderellascrunkchristmas.eventbrite.com/
End Plug
Well feel free to ask MzNewy anything....I'm back.
I had given up blogging for awhile. I decided to return because I just need somewhere to brain dump.
Positive energy is always welcomed. Exciting things are happening inmy life. I have a play coming up this weekend called "Cinderlla's Crunk Christmas" NOTE...shameless plug coming up. LOL
It is Christmas and Cinderella is not looking forward to it. She is tired of being harassed by her Step Sisters and Mother,'n' the hood is coming out. Then we have the Fairy Godmother who wears a housecoat because she does not feel like putting on that big dress, 'n' then we have BeBe kids keeping things going. The King is a Pimp 'n' the Duke wants to be the Prince.
Click here to purchase tickets an if you can not come please make a donation:
http://cinderellascrunkchristmas.eventbrite.com/
End Plug
Well feel free to ask MzNewy anything....I'm back.
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