dreadfully normal?

so we went to see Tyler Perry's, "Madea's big happy family."  **spoiler alert** Maree (karats) cried, well I did too but in this movie there is as always in Perry's movies a bit too much drama and some black defeatism's... Enter extra regular and more ghetto to boot baby mama screaming into a phone how she needs more money for child support--a rich snobby daughter who hates her mother,a hard praying mother just trying to get them right before she dies and low and behold needs the infamous, "Madea" to make it all okay, and a woman who defecates on her husbands manhood, disrespectful children..yada yadda yada...

It makes me think of when I was a small child and I would awaken early morning to a riled up family fight over a game of spades, (this is why I refuse to learn or play for that matter :)) and I'd see Auntie Viola with half a gin bottle and a knife from the drawer in the other she just used to sharpen the pencil for score keeping pointed right at her son Billy, who has the greatest knack for completely pissing you off to the 50th degree...(love him still) I see my Auntie grabbing the phone to call the police and tell them she has a gun and shes's going to kill my uncle L.B., whose head is already bleeding from the butt end of her canadian reserve bottle busted upside his head...smoke is spiraling everywhere and my grandmother--the glue-- is calling on every name but Jesus to stop the madness. Please dont be fooled, the woman cursed like a drunken sailors angry wife back in the day.. pretty scary and serious situation would you presume?


Jumping back into the movie, situations happen like very ugly things happen in true life: rape, scorn, madness, jealousy, isolation and defensiveness. In the scene from my family I've just described, one would be convinced that my childhood would be unbearable and tragic, but not really... in fact all of the horrible and unspeakable things my family members did never really reflected on any part of my life because when they came home they were just plain old family with goods, bads, happys and sads, they've always possessed an incessant need to make me better than them and the unselfish act of teaching it as well.  I mean we've never had any horrible acts like, **spoiler** an uncle impregnating a niece, or a parent abusing their child or allowing anyone else to for that matter.

We had plain crazy members and I mean that in the most sincere and humorous way ever. There was plenty of fighting and fussing and arguing but never anything that tore us apart or kept us away. No inherent unspoken jealously or wrath we all love and appreciate one another for the qualities we have and work with one another to conquer the shortcomings. You can still find us doing what we needed to do for one another in whatever weather.

I almost feel ashamed to sit and wonder if there are any deep and treacherous secrets hidden beneath our foundation but honestly I believe they aren't half as bad as what other people have to deal with. I feel the glue that binds us must be pretty strong because we've always been taught that family is first and there is never a day when we wont band together and ride out on the most ridiculous or noble causes to see that justice or reciprocity is served. Something that is ingrained within you is hard to notice when a situation presents itself as a threat, in our case, the threat that "how dare we" be a normal family and not have the problems that others do and "how dare we" be happy and intelligent and have fun without someone picking up and leaving out of anger.. I mean who doesn't have the occasional inebriated curse out from a family member that's maybe had a bit too much?

Point is, the scars never cut to the bone, but are rather surface scratches, instantly scabbing over the next day ready for a new and improved adventure to bring us unbelievably closer together. Sorry Tyler, no sob story here.

couch potatoes

so for the past 3 months peace has been sitting on her behind, depressed and warily trodding thru life's impossibilities and I, the shiny divalicious karat that I am sent her on assignment to accomplish that which we've always aspired to do, write together--perhaps a blog spawning first from, when we were teenagers, a book entitled, "thoughts on paper"  and second, diving into our ferocious matriarch's life, Frances Morgan. This is something that we both enjoy so we decided to take all of you thru our journeys of up downs, smiles and frowns and know that once its all over theres a lesson and hopefully a bit of humorous treasure. You'll find that from the beginning we've always been like: "peas and carrots."

We invite you into the lives of a passionate and fiery hippie fascinated with endless dreams across nations of stories yet to be told--and an outlandishly shy motivator who hopelessly dreams of new and improved ways to make the world better...We each have our story, please bear with us thru our travels...its not hard to fall in love.



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