Countless Sunday Celebrations, Tho!

And a Happy Wonderful Sunday to All Y’all!

Judging by that greeting, you’d think that I had a bad day—hahahaha! Yes, I am aware that was a very bad joke, but what the heck—I’m in a great mood today!

I just got back home from a day full of celebration… at “chuch,” that is. I went to my church this morning, and my pastor preached a great sermon from Psalm 150, entitled “You Just Betta Praise Him Anyway!” Pastor Clark’s sermon was geared mainly towards all the youth of the church (those at or around my age); he basically said that no matter what we do, we must first of all recognize that Jesus Christ is who He says He is, and once we do that, we should just start praising Him for everything. The more you praise Him, the more He will bless you, and it’s not all about “that ol’ worldly stuff.” That stuff is okay, but God’s always got something better. I also like the ending of Pastor Clark’s sermon when he said: “You’ll never fully appreciate the beauty of a horse if you continue to badmouth that old lazy mule.” He must’ve had a convo with my Gramma Jewel once upon a time, because she’s been using that very quote since I’ve been in the world. But anyway, there is so much truth behind that statement. Let’s put it this way: I still wish to be a teacher, and lately the little ones at church have been flocking to me like geese. And check this out, y’all: This morning, I was asked to teach the Cradle Roll class on account of the original teacher was running late. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I taught those little kiddies about the three Hebrew boys. After Sunday School ended, I asked the class to tell me one thing that they learned, and all fifteen of ‘em told me something different.

I only have four words to describe that experience: Nobody But You, Lord!

Afterwards, I headed over to Gramma Jewel’s church for their Youth & Young Adult program, and it was really nice. Becky read an original piece that she had written, based on the scripture about the woman at the well whom Jesus met. Becky basically said that she understood the woman’s plight on account of she, too, was looking for love in all the wrong places. But one day, a sweet little silver-haired lady told her about a man who would love her just as she was, and ever since that day, she has come come too far to turn around.

All in all, it was a beautiful day filled with nothing but appreciation for what The Lord hath done on this day. Oh, and I also need to mention that Pastor & Mrs. Rich asked to take a picture with me on account of they consider me “the biggest celebrity to ever grace First Baptist Church of Culver City.” I was very careful not to get a case of that Dolph Ziggleritis, but I couldn’t help it. I did tell Pastor & Mrs. Rich that I am by no means a celebrity, but I did appreciate the compliment.

Well, that’s gonna just about do it for me today. Oh, did y’all know that this is the last day of the month of June? That means tomorrow’s blog will begin on a new day, and on a new month… and y’all can best believe that it’s gonna be a sho’ nuff gooden—hahahaha!

And saving the best for last: Happy 70^th Birthday to Mr. Hal William Arthur. Celebrate it in style, Sir—God Bless, and love ya lots!

Okay, I’ll holla at y’all on July 1—tomorrow, that is. Holla!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Southern Cali Saturday

Good Saturday Morning, Everybody!

So, I was finishing up yet another “session” in the studio that is my mom and dad’s den, for the home movie that I’m putting together, and I got a chance to review the footage that I recorded. I had to laugh at it all, because it’s so darn corny. There’s one segment in which I’m lip-syncing to “Love Come Down” by Evelyn Champagne King, and I’m bold enough to admit it—I am such a ham! I mean, y’all should’ve seen me; I was all cheesin’ and grinnin’ in the camera at every opportunity. And I never realized—until I watched for myself—that I have a certain way of swiveling my hips when I dance. Let’s face it: I do have an hourglass figure, and I’ve totally embraced my thickness (it’s a Jones trait, don’tcha know), but when I swivel my hips, it’s like… I don’t know; I can’t really describe it. Perhaps I don’t pay attention to the way I swivel my hips—hell, I didn’t know that I do swivel my hips!

In other news, I’m looking forward to this evening, as we celebrate the retirement of one Hal William Arthur. Speaking of Mr. Arthur, I am also to understand that this entire weekend is all about him, per se. Allow me to elaborate more: In addition to his retirement party this evening, I understand that Mr. Arthur is turning threescore and ten tomorrow. That’s right, y’all—Mr. Arthur will be celebrating his 70^th birthday on tomorrow, if The Lord says the same. I guess you can say that June is an overall good month for Mr. Arthur, and considering that he’s put in 36 years of his time up at Sapp Elementary, he truly deserves to enjoy the blessings that God has in store for him.

By the way: I want to point out that Mr. Arthur looks like he’s around his late 50s or early 60s. He looks really great; he’s taken good care of himself over the years.

Okay, y’all—I gotta cut this blog short because I gotta find a dress to wear for Mr. Arthur’s retirement party… and yes, Ray will in fact be accompanying me this evening; he’s gonna pick me up around 4pm this afternoon. I’m almost certain that Mom and Dad are going also, but the fact that they’re allowing me to go with Ray sans a chaperone proves that they trust me, but more importantly, they trust Ray. I still say that guys like Ray are very few and far between. He’s such a sweetie pie.

Well, let me go ahead and do what I gotta do before I get too sentimental. Until tomorrow, y’all take care.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Friday Feestyle, Tho!

No introduction needed—y’all already know that it’s Friday, and that means that it’s time for another edition of my Friday Freestyle segment!

First of all, I want to go on record and state that I had help with yesterday evening’s blog. You see, while I did post yesterday evening’s blog at 8:30pm PST, I gotta admit that I wrote most of it while I was at a computer store in the mall. Honestly, I wouldn’t have written yesterday’s evening’s blog if Gramma Jewel and Ms. Thelma hadn’t inspired me to do so. And speaking of those two ladies, they’re the reason why I’ve got Ice Cube stuck in my head. I can still hear Gramma Jewel loud and clear: “That ain’t poppin’, ain’t no stoppin’, fo-hoppin’, ass-droppin’ Coup Deville…” And then for her to just break out and say: “What, tho!”

Come on, y’all—if you were in my shoes, y’all woulda run straight to the nearest computer to document that. Hell, if I had had a cellphone, I would’ve surely sent Mom and Dad a text!

Other news that is going on in the world: Well, y’all already know that I am super excited about the upcoming Fourth of July holiday. I’ve been mentioning for these past couple of weeks that Auntie Cherri and Uncle Alex are hosting this year’s barbecue bash at their place—and in case y’all forgot, when my family throws a party, we throws a party! Like that song that came out by the late Chuck Brown about six years ago: As long as the beat don’t break and the cider keep poppin’, we gonna keep rockin’ til the cops come knockin’… well, we won’t won’t be partyin’ that hard, but y’all get what I’m sayin’. And yes—I said “cider!” No one in my family drinks anything stronger than Vanilla Pepsi, and that’s the truth!

I am also excited about this weekend for so many reasons. For one thing, I’ve been invited to the retirement party of one Mr. Hal Arthur, who taught Third Graders at Sapp Elementary for 36 years. I think I mentioned that he and my Grampa Clark were the original pillars of Sapp Elementary; they were colleagues, best friends, and twin brothers from separate mothers. Anyway, while Mr. Arthur officially retired two weeks ago, his retirement party is tomorrow evening at 6pm. I know Gramma Jewel is going, and I’ve made the proper plans to go with her. Hey, if I’m gonna be an elementary school teacher (preferably kindergarten), then I must surround myself with the people and events that pertain to my major.

By the way, I forgot to mention a couple weeks ago that I did talk to Principal Wilson about a possible internship at Sapp Elementary, and she told me that she would put me on board immediately. Alls I have to do is let Rust College know ahead of time and then have them talk to Principal Wilson, and I’m good to go. Once again, I’m adhering to the teachings of my Grampa Clark—I’m usin’ my full ass!

Well, anyway, I’ve had fun writing this blog… oh, but I need to mention that I’m on the program at my Gramma Jewel’s church. I think I mentioned that there is a Youth & Young Adult program in the afternoon, and I promised Mrs. D that I would be there to lend my support. Truthfully, I would’ve gone anyway, mainly because of the strong familial ties at First Baptist Church of Culver City.

Okay, I really have to get going now—I’ve got a kitchen to clean, and then I’m gonna work some more on my home video. Holla!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Move Over, Thelma & Louise!

Good Evening, Good People!

Let me start off this blog by simply saying: Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon ain’t got nothin’ on my Gramma Jewel and Ms. Thelma… and if you’ve ever seen the movie that they starred in, then y’all know what I’m talkin’ about!

It never ceases to amaze me that Gramma Jewel and Ms. Thelma keep it highly entertaining, and that’s just putting it mildly. As you know, Becky and I tagged along with the two spirited senior citizens this afternoon, and Becky is my witness—the car trip alone was entertaining. Y’all ain’t gonna believe this (maybe some of you will), but Gramma Jewel was bumpin’ Ice Cube’s “You Know How We Do It” all loud; she and Ms. Thelma were even singin’ along. And check this out: We were at a red light, and this car with kids my age were lookin’ rather shocked that Gramma Jewel and Ms. Thelma were boppin’ to the rhythm… and y’all shoulda heard Gramma Jewel singin’ along, though!

“That ain’t poppin’, ain’t no stoppin’, fo-hoppin’ ass-droppin’ Coup DeVille—WHAT?!”

I tell y’all—it was just hilarious, and at the same time, it was kinda cute.

But what was even funnier was when Becky asked Gramma Jewel what she knew about Cube, to which Gramma Jewel looked and chuckled, and then Ms. Thelma turns to us and says: “Girls, y’all know how we do it!”

I was completely done for by then!

All in all, it was a beautiful afternoon that was well spent with the people I love… oh, and check this out: I don’t know if this was happenstance or coincidence, but Ms. Thelma emphatically declared that she and Gramma Jewel were actually thinking about pitching a movie idea to Hollywood entitled Thelma & Jewel. I’ll let y’all guess who would play the role of Thelma—but then I got to thinking: Can you imagine if World Wrestling Entertainment were to have a match at SummerSlam or something, in which the special attraction would be Thelma & Jewel vs. Thelma & Louise? Just the mere thought of it tickles me to no end!

Well, I guess I had better close this blog and work some more on my home movie, then I’ll turn it in for tonight. Oh, that reminds me—Fourth of July is next week! Woo-woo-woo—it’s gonna be on and crack-a-lackin, y’all! Looks like my family is gonna be on TV before we know it!

Take care, and I’ll holla at y’all tomorrow.

Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha

Still An Exclusive Couple, Tho!

Happy Thursday, Good People!

I thought I was gonna have time to post another blog yesterday evening, but I was some kinda busy all day, and when I got home, I just went straight to bed and went to sleep. For the first time that I can recall, I didn’t turn on no radio or no television—I just went straight to bed. Yes, I was that tired. Y’all forget: I did get up like around the crack-a-dawn yesterday morning, plus I made breakfast for my mom and dad, and I did some housecleaning… and all of that was in the morning, mind you!

But today is a brand-new day, and despite all of the hell that is going on in the world, I will continue to remain the opportunistic, optimistic bright-eyed snakewoman… hahahaha!

So, I had a wonderful time with one Ray Hernandez yesterday afternoon; all we did was kick it at the mall, then he treated me to Chili’s. And look, y’all: Ray did not choose the “two for twenty” deal—he told me that I could order whatever I wanted because he was not cheap. I was very flattered, but I reminded him that I am not one of those materialistic chicks. He could’ve ordered the “two for twenty” deal; it wouldn’t have bothered me one iota. Hell, I would’ve been satisfied had he taken me to Burger King—and that’s real talk!

But anyway, after we left Chili’s, we did like Jill Scott and took a long walk around the park—until around 6pm, anyway. In the midst of our walk around the park, Ray said something very interesting; he made mention that while he was grateful that we were taking our relationship to—here comes the phrase that pays—a whole nutha level, he didn’t want to refer to me as his girlfriend. He explained that the terms “boyfriend and girlfriend” are ridiculously overused, and he sees me as so much more than just a title. It’s funny that Ray would tell me that, because quiet as it’s kept, I feel silly referring to him as my boyfriend. I actually told Ray that I feel more comfortable calling him my sweetie pie, and y’all shoulda seen his face when I told him that. He hugs me tightly and says: “Hell, I’m all for it!”

And with that said, we shared another sweet kiss.

So, as it stands, we are still a couple, but without all those damn titles. I guess this is what Gramma Jewel was talking about the other day when she said—and I quote: “Back when I was your age, Baby, wasn’t no such thang as boyfriend and girlfriend. If a man was interested in a woman, he would woo her. And what y’all refer to as dating, it was known as courtin’ when I was growin’ up.”

I think Gramma Jewel should write a book on life and love… I’m just sayin’!

Well, speaking of Gramma Jewel, she and Becky are gonna pick me up around 12:30pm this afternoon—the girls are gonna go kickin’ it. As an added bonus, Ms. Thelma (Mother Davis, if you will) is comin’ along with us. With that said, let me get the rest of this housework done so I can get ready to kick it with my peeps, and hopefully I’ll holla at y’all later on this evening.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Home Movie Status

As my Gramma Jewel would say: Happy Wednesday, Babies!

I don’t know why, but I’ve got a sudden extra burst of energy this morning. Could it be due to the fact that the sun is out, and it’s very bright? Could it be due to the fact that I went to bed early last night (9pm, to be exact), and I woke up around a quarter to seven this morning? Perhaps it’s because I cooked breakfast for Mom and Dad again, and they paid me another compliment. I can tell you this: It ain’t because of Ray, although we’re supposed to go out this afternoon; we’re not going anywhere special—we’re just gonna go kickin’ it at the mall.

Well, let’s just say that it’s all of the above, with the exception of the very last option.

This extra burst of energy has also inspired me to work some more on my personal home movie project, and it also gave me another idea in the process. Check this out: I’m gonna create my own music video, but I need the help of Cousin Candi, Cousin Nessa, Cousin Trisha, and my girl Becky. The idea is that we’re an all-girl singing group like En Vogue, the Bangles, or Exposé. I don’t know what song to pick just yet, but I am amazed that this particular idea is creating itself. I’ll talk to my girls later on this week, if not this evening about it.

And seeing as how I’m putting together a home movie featuring my family and friends, I guess it would be wise to give my sweetie pie some camera time. I’ll hold off on it right now, but I’ll at least ask him if he would like to be in my home movie.

Having said that, I had best get started on what needs to get done. I’ve already cleaned the kitchen and my room, so I’ll just work some more on this here home movie for a couple of hours, then I’ll get ready for my date this afternoon with Ray. I’m thinking, though: Should I wear my turquoise dress, or my lime green dress? One thing’s for certain—those sundresses that I bought the other day are totally off limits for now. Something is telling me to wait until the time is right to break out the sundress, and I’m gonna follow my first mind.

I may post an evening blog, otherwise I’ll holla at y’all tomorrow.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Actin' Like My Gramma Jewel, Tho!

Hi, Everyone!

I’ve been working like mad since 6:30am this morning, y’all! I actually cooked breakfast for my mom and dad, and they were really ravin’ about it. All I made was biscuits, sausage links, and scrambled eggs, with some apricot-pineapple preserves. After Mom and Dad left, I made myself a bacon-and-egg sandwich, then I felt compelled to clean up the kitchen and vacuum all the rooms of the house. I think I got done with everything by ten-thirty this morning.

And I want to state for the record that this little bright-eyed vipress is tired as hell!

I thought about getting out of the house and going to the library, but right now I cannot move. All that housework that I did—and I intentionally didn’t do the windows—I just need to rest it up for a minute. It’s amazing that I found the strength to write this blog. I ain’t gonna lie to y’all, though—I’m almost compelled to cut it short, based on how I’m feeling right now. Somehow or other, I’m finding the strength to keep on writing.

Oh, here’s the funny thing: As I was cleaning up, I found myself singing one of those congregational hymns like my Gramma Jewel. I was mopping the kitchen floor, and I just started humming “Hold to God’s Unchanging Hand.” And while I admit that I am no Yolanda Adams, I gotta say that I could hear myself clearly… I was in pretty good voice, too! I don’t know what happened; I just remember singing the following song:

Time is filled with swift transition, naught of earth unmoved can stand.

Build your hopes on things eternal—hold to God’s Unchanging Hand.

And I kinda got tickled, because for some reason, I just burst out and said:

“Y’all betta just hold to His Hand—God’s Unchanging Hand.

Hold to His Hand—God’s Unchanging Hand.

You betta just build your hopes on things eternal…

Hold to God’s Unchanging Hand!”

Oh, I was feelin’ it, y’all!

And then it hit me: Gramma Jewel must’ve been trying to reach my spirit or something. As a matter of fact, I’d better call her and tell her about the morning I had. I’ll holla at y’all tomorrow!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Gotta Get Back On It, Tho!

Good Monday Morning, Everyone!

I trust that you all had as excellent a weekend as I did. Baby, lemme tell y’all: Forget the half—the quarter ain’t been told!

Yes, it was that good of a weekend.

Notwithstanding Becky finally earning her high school diploma on Friday, I had some hellified fun on Saturday when my sister cousins and I treated Becky to an afternoon of shopping at the Del Amo Mall in Torrance. Now, check this out: We stayed there at the mall until almost closing, and probably spent no more than a hundred dollars amongst each other. Personally, I’m very good with money, but I saw this gorgeous sundress and some matching open-toed sandals that I just had to get. Becky and my cousins actually supported my decision to go ahead and buy them. Matter of fact, Cousin Vanessa said: “Girl, it’s about time that you show off some of that sexiness!”

I’m sexy enough as it is, but I did go ahead and get the sundress—and it’s so gorgeous. It’s kinda like a tye-dye design with orange, yellow, and purple designs; the open-toed sandals are orange. And hell, I went ahead and bought another sundress that was rather patriotic—red, white, and blue all over the place—and I found some bad red shoes to go along with it. I might wear the latter sundress when we celebrate the Fourth of July over at Auntie Cherri’s house.

In other news, I’ve finally gotten around to working on my summer home movie. This morning after breakfast, I recorded my introduction where I was pretending that I didn’t see the camera. As I predicted, it was corny as all get-out, but it worked. The only problem was that I kept having to do this one little scene at least ten different times. There was one instance where the camera was too low, then another instance when the camera was too high. And then there was one instance where I forgot my own damn lines. I was supposed to say: “Oh, hey—I didn’t see you there! Well, anyway, my name is Natasha Renee Stewart…”

And I drew a damn blank right after all of that… and I was doing so well!

Well, the beauty of this project is that I’ve got practically all summer to get this done. The main focus of my video is the Fourth of July party at my Auntie Cherri’s house. And speaking of which, the girls and I went to Party City on Saturday, and we all pitched in and bought up damn near everything that was patriotic. Just to be safe, though, I went ahead and bought the orange, yellow, and purple paper goods. It’s up to Auntie Cherri and Uncle Alex if they want to use one or the other, but at least they won’t be without.

Having said that, y’all, it’s time for me to close this here blog and work some more on this here home video of mine. I’ll probably go out and do some walking, otherwise I’m gonna be in front of the camcorder and working on my project. Until tomorrow, y’all take care and be good.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Happy Birthday to My Daddy

Today’s blog is a very special one… then again, aren’t they all special? Hahaha!

Anyway, today’s blog is special for one reason and one reason only: Today we celebrate a certain very special man in my life. He and I met on February 10, 1994, and it’s been love at first sight ever since. This gentleman always goes out of his way to make me feel loved, be it a big teddy bear hug, pinching my nose and going “honk-honk,” or giving me a kiss on the cheek and pretending to be stuck.

That very special man’s name is Benjamin David Stewart, and today is his 42^nd Birthday.

One of the things that I love about my dad—and I think I mentioned this more often than not—is that he goes out of his way to make sure that I have a smile on face, regardless of whether or not I’m already having a good day. Truth be told: During my recent freshman year at Rust, it was Daddy who called me more than Mom… and I’m not keepin’ score at all; I’m merely stating the obvious. I can also recall the joy in voice when I told him how I kicked some jerk in his jewels, and I’ll never forget how excited he was to see me during my Christmas vacation. It seemed so apropos for him to pick me up from the airport; we talked all the way from LAX to the house, where Mom and Gramma Jewel were awaiting me.

For almost my entire life, I have taken into account that Dad has a particular song that he chose as his life’s anthem: “Biggest Part of Me” by Ambrosia. He says that he chose that song because whenever he hears it, he thinks of three special women in his life—and these are his exact words: his “Cinnamon Sugar” (Mom), his little HoneyBee (yours truly), and his favorite Crowned Jewel (Gramma Jewel). He also says that he chose the nickname “HoneyBee” for me on account of the time I was in kindergarten and I played a honeybee in a play.

A couple of other cool tidbits about my dad: His favorite color is green, he is a huge fan of Michael McDonald, and he loves chocolate chip ice cream.

In closing this blog, I simply say: Happy Birthday, Daddy—I Love You Lots!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

A Weekend of Celebrations

Hi, Everyone… and Happy Saturday!

This weekend is nothing but celebration upon celebration. It began yesterday with Becky finally achieving a personal goal of obtaining her high school diploma—and I want to say that I have never been more proud of my honorary big sister. And check this out: She was the valedictorian of her class, y’all! In her speech, she talked about her struggles growing up and how she prayed that things would get better. She never imagined that her prayer would be answered through a one-month hospital stay, nor did she imagine that “a sweet, little silver-haired lady with dark purple glasses and a great big heart of gold” would welcome her in her home with open arms and adopt her as part of the family. With that said, Becky publicly announced that she was eternally grateful to Gramma Jewel.

“You took a chance on me when I was at the very lowest point in my life, and I will never forget that,” Becky said as with tears of joy. “Thank you so much, Aunt Tea—I love you so much!”

If y’all know Gramma Jewel like I do, then y’all already know that she got up from her seat and boldly walked up to the front to give Becky a big hug and kiss.

The other milestone that we’re celebrating is… actually taking place on tomorrow, and it has everything to do with a certain gentleman named Benjamin David Stewart. In case y’all missed that, allow me to make it plain: Tomorrow is my daddy’s birthday, y’all—he’s gonna be 42 years old. If Dad thought that he was pampered (for lack of a better term) on Father’s Day, then he’s certainly in for a big surprise come tomorrow’s special blog. I’m gonna break it down for him, as only I can! I think I mentioned once upon a time that I’m truly a “Daddy’s Girl” at heart—well, if my special Father’s Day blog left any doubt, then just y’all wait until tomorrow. You know, I’ve made this statement once upon a time, and it still rings true: Long before Ray, the original man in my life was, is, and always will be my daddy, Benjamin David Stewart.

Okay, y’all—it’s time for me to close this here blog, but I shall definitely holla at y’all in a little while… and by “a little while,” I mean tomorrow. Until then, y’all have a good rest-of-the-weekend.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Becky Morgan, Today Is Your Day!

Hi, Everyone!

Today is a very special day for one Rebecca Ann Morgan. In a couple of hours—around 2pm, to be exact—she will have finally earned her high school diploma. I spoke to her earlier this morning, and believe when I tell y’all: She’s super-duper overly excited, and rightfully so! After all, this is her time, this is her moment… this is her day!

I may have mentioned this once or twice (or a thousand times), but it’s always worth repeating: Becky is truly a Cinderella story come to life. In the short time that I’ve known her, I’ve seen the change in her demeanor and her personality; she’s a lot more confident than she once was. Gramma Jewel told me that it used to be once upon a time that Becky would just give a shy smile and not say any more than three words, but the more time she spent around us, her true character started to come out. Such was the case at our slumber party this past Christmas, when she took initiative and coordinated the whole thing. And my goodness—the girl can dance like it’s goin’ outta style! She caught on real quick when we taught her the Wobble and the Cupid Shuffle.

I want to reiterate something that I said six months ago: I applaud, admire, appreciate, and respect Becky that much more because she don’t look like what she’s been through. She is my hero because she never gave up, and now she serves as a living testimony of what will happen when you become aware that God has a plan for her life.

And to think, it took Gramma Jewel to help Becky discover her true worth—and for the record: Not only did Becky discover her worth, but she also took it to whole nutha level. She’s looking forward to becoming an elementary school teacher and/or a counselor, but she has yet to choose which Southern Cali college to attend: Chamberlain University in West Covina, or Goss University in Torrance. Whichever one she chooses, she will make the Education Division proud.

Wel, lemme go ahead and get ready for my girl’s graduation, but before I do, I just gotta say one more thing: BECKY MORGAN, YOU JUST GO, GIRL!!!

Take care, y’all!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Thursday Thoughts

Hi, Everyone!

It’s a bright and lovely Thursday morning, and I’m sitting here watching the KTLA Morning News… and unless my eyes are deceiving me, I believe I saw a commercial that showed Jillian Reynolds, formerly of Good Day L.A.! And I must be hearing things, because I could’ve sworn that the voice-over guy made an announcement that Jillian is coming to KTLA.

If this is true, I just want to humbly state: WOO-HOO!!!

Anyway, I’ve got a busy afternoon today. I’m gonna go kickin’ it with my boyfriend Ray—and that still sounds so weird to say. I mean, I’ve called him my sweetie pie for the longest, so this concept of him being my boyfriend is still new to me. But anyway, we talked for about an hour last night, and he says to me: “Hey, Natasha, tomorrow afternoon, we’re gonna get spontaneous—I’ll be picking you up around 1pm this afternoon.”

Y’all probably know that I immediately invoked my rematch clause in bowling, but check this out: Ray knew that I was gonna do that! Is that a sign, or was that just a coincidence? Whatever the case, I like that Ray was thinking on the same level as I, but I hope he knows that I’m showin’ no mercy at the bowling alley today. Pardon my expression, but Ray had better pack a lunch… I’m just sayin’!

In other news, I haven’t gotten any work done on my home movie project. I’ve written down a lot of ideas, but I have yet to get the camcorder out of the hallway closet and start the filming. I have a good introduction; it’s mapped out in my head and everything. You see, I’m sitting at my desk in my bedroom, acting as though I’m writing something down. I pretend to act like I’m thinking about something, and that’s when I notice the camera and say: “Oh, hello there—I didn’t see you come in. Anyway, allow me to introduce myself: My name is Natasha Renee Stewart, and I am more than happy to share my life with you.”

Yes, it comes off a bit corny, but then again, y’all shouldn’t expect any less from me. After all, my character exemplifies who I really am—a sweet, corny Cali girl.

Okay, y’all—let me get up and at least get the camcorder out of the hallway closet and set it up, then I gotta get ready for my afternoon with Mr. Ray! I’m gonna wear my tangerine dress this time, and I think I’ll wear one of my mom’s blouses with it.

I’ll holla at y’all later!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Wisdom From Mom & Dad, Tho!

Hi, Everyone!

So, I had a good long conversation with my mom and dad last night about my love life (such as it is). We were having dinner, which was very delicious, by the way. You can’t go wrong with spaghetti and fried chicken. All of a sudden, from out of the blue, my dad breaks the silence with a somewhat subtle message:

“So, it looks like a ‘Ray of Sunlight’ has hit my little honeybee square in the heart.”

I chuckled a little bit, and then my mom says: “Ah, the yet-to-be-named ‘giggle of denial.’ That is further proof that your daddy ain’t lyin’!”

And then they give me pretty much the same speech that Gramma Jewel gave me the other night. Mom and Dad basically told me that while being in puppy love is a beautiful thing, I should bear in mind that August 18 is not too far away (the aforementioned date is when I return to Bearcat Country and begin my sophomore year). I was also given a glimpse of a harsh reality that nothing in life is certain, and that I should live for the moment. When I asked Mom and Dad why they would shock me with such a harsh truth, they simply said: “That’s just the way it is, Girlie—but don’t let that stop you from livin’ your life.”

Okay, I don’t deny that Mom and Dad are telling the truth, but did they really have to break it down to me like that? I mean, I’m just sayin’—they could’ve waited until I went back to Rust to tell me that. At least Gramma Jewel was gentle in her approach to tell me. Let’s face it, y’all: I am aware that I am bright girl with an even brighter future, and I still have dreams and aspirations of being a great kindergarten teacher. Hell, I can’t hide this truth any longer—I also want a husband and some children! I ain’t rushin’ into anything, but if that old saying is true about heart’s desires becoming reality, then those are my heart’s desires.

I really don’t know how I got on that tangent… I guess I was a little caught off-guard by Mom and Dad’s words on last night. I’m still a little thrown off, but eventually I’ll jump over this hurdle and keep it pushin’. Hey, I’m too optimistic to have anyone or anything slow me down.

In any event, I had better close this blog and get up outta the house for a while. I reckon I’ll head up to the library and… I really, really need to lose this Southern dialogue. The way I’m writing this blog, I am hearing myself—and knowing me, I’m gonna post this blog without a second thought.

Oh, well—I’ll holla at y’all tomorrow. Take care.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Floatin' On Cloud Nine, Y'all!

I still can’t get over it, y’all!

I’m trying to actually piece together in my mind the events that have transpired over the weekend. Try as I might to believe it, but I’m still in a state of shock—I, Natasha Renee Stewart, have a boyfriend!

If y’all thought I was giddy before, y’all shoulda seen me all day yesterday. It’s as if a whole new world has opened up for me. Skies are brighter, birds sing louder, and cheeseburgers taste that much more delicious. And I would like for someone to explain to me why every song on the radio describe how I feel right now? Check this out: I heard “Rock With U” by Ashanti, “Someone to Love You” by Ruff Endz, and “If You Ask Me To” by Patti LaBelle.

I tell y’all—I’ve never felt this way before, and I love it!

Now, I do want to state for the record that I have every right to be excited because stuff like this usually doesn’t happen to little ol’ me. Again, I am by no means ugly, but at the same time, I am no Halle Berry either. Hell, I’m not even Princess Tiana… and she’s a cartoon character, for cryin’ out loud! But yet and still, there is a guy out there—other than my dad, uncles, and cousins—who thinks that I am truly special, and in this past year alone, he has shown that through his actions.

I also want to state for the record that I am not talkin’ about marriage—I’m still a young girl with a bright future. Besides, Gramma Jewel gave me a long sermon last night, and her subject was entitled: “The Forest Has Other Things Other Than Trees.” She basically told me that I should take care not to waste all my time on Ray, and vice-versa. She even told me about her relationship with her fellow church member Bro. Hawkins; they’ve been dating for about six months now, and only this past weekend did they talk about being an exclusive couple. Gramma Jewel admitted that she enjoyed Bro. Hawkins’ company, but even at her age, she wasn’t about to rush into anything serious unless she got confirmation from The Lord Himself.

And the record still holds true: When Gramma Jewel is right, she’s right! I keep tellin’ y’all—Gramma Jewel’s got plenty wisdom for all who will listen. I admire, appreciate, respect, and value her wisdom and experience.

However, I am still willing to give this exclusive relationship my best effort. Let’s just see what develops, shall we?


Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha

Wow! What A Weekend!

Hi, Everyone!

I think the title of today’s blog is pretty self-explanatory, but yes—it was definitely one of those type of weekends where everything just seemed perfect. For one thing, I want y’all to know that my dad enjoyed the Father’s Day poem that I made for him yesterday. He was so thrilled that he picked me up in the air, much like he used to do when I was little. The fact that my dad picked me up in the air (albeit for a short second) let me know that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

And that was just the beginning—wait until Daddy sees what I’ve got in store for him on his very special day next Sunday. That’s right, y’all—my dad’s got a birthday in seven days.

In other news, I had a great date with Ray on Saturday—and ladies, I want y’all to know that he’s still a gentleman! He got my mom some lavender roses, and he gave me a long-stemmed red-and-yellow rose; he explained that the red and yellow rose symbolized falling in love.

Ooh, he’s such a romantic!

Long story short: Much like our first date, Ray treated me to Fatburger, and later we went bowling. This time, though, much like we had discussed, it was two out of three falls. I won the first round 215-210, and Ray won the second round 260-250. The third and final round was very close… I mean, it really could’ve gone either way. Ray and I were both knockin’ out those strikes until the final frame, when all but two pins fell. They were on opposite sides of each other, and I could only knock down one. Upon seeing this, Ray looked at me and grinned, then he knocked down all but one pin. He picked up the spare, though, and in so doing, won the final round 291-290. Ray could’ve easily gloated, but instead he chose to bow humbly and raise my arm in a congratulatory fashion. He also said that he was willing to grant me a rematch if I ever wanted one. I told him to enjoy his victory, because I would be ready next week.

Oh, by the way: Ray loved his birthday brownies and peanut butter cookies, but he said that the greatest birthday present he ever received was to see me back home for longer than three weeks. Of course, this made me blush, and then he gave me a sweet kiss that caused me to turn redder than the sweetest rose. Needless to say, Ray and I made it officially official: We are exclusively boyfriend and girlfriend! We talked about our relationship and what we wanted out of it, and we both agreed that we gotta put something in it to expect positive results.

Wow, I can’t believe it—I finally have a boyfriend!

Until tomorrow, y’all take care.

Happy Father's Day, Daddy!

Hi, Everyone!

In the spirit of Father’s Day, today’s blog is dedicated to my daddy, Benjamin David Stewart.

B= Big man with a big heart.

E= Easy-going and fun to be around.

N= Never goes one day without telling me that he loves me.

J= Jumps at the opportunity to make sure the women in his life are well taken care of.

A= Always smiling and joking around.

M= Marvelous example of a good man.

I= Inspirational and intelligent—yes he is!

N= Next to God, I love this man!

D= Dearest, Devoted Daddy.

A= Apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree—I am his daughter after all!

V= Victorious with Christ!

I= Integrity is one of his many strongpoints.

D= Dynamically sweet when he’s around Mom.

S= Showers me and Mom with so much love and attention.

T= Terrifically Terrific—yes, he is!

E= Ever a gentleman and a gentle man.

W= Wonderfully Witty.

A= Always cheering me up, especially when I’m already happy!

R= Real Talk—he is the original man in my life!

T= Together with Mom and I, this man is the ultimate champion!

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy—I love you!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Lookin' Forward to This Afternoon!

Hey, Y’all!

Well, it’s gonna go down this afternoon! That’s right, y’all—I’m going out with my sweetie pie today.

Ray called me this morning around 9am, and he says that in the time I was away at Rust, he was training and tightening up his bowling skills. I could be wrong, y’all, but it sounds to me like Ray is challenging me to another bowling match. And check this out: He’s even upped the ante and suggested two out of three falls. Now, I ain’t gonna lie to y’all: I’m very impressed with Ray’s boldness to challenge me again to a bowling contest, but I want to state for the record that Ray’s gonna have to earn a victory over me. I don’t care if I do like him—I’m not gonna throw the game.

Basically, I’m saying to Ray: Don’t sing it—just bring it!

Well, let’s see: I’ve been watching the Weather Channel all morning, and it’s supposed to be at least 80 degrees today. Other than the bowling alley, I don’t know where else Ray is taking me, but I’m excited just the same. Besides, Ray knows that I’m a simple girl (for lack of a better term… hahahaha)—he don’t need to go all out with me. Hell, if he was to take me to the mall, I’d be satisfied, and that’s the truth. But anyway, I’m trying to decide between my lime green dress or my tangerine dress. What about my favorite peach dress, you ask? Well, I wore it on Wednesday and accidentally spilled some ketchup on it… and after careful consideration, I think I’m gonna wear my tangerine dress on my date with Ray.

Oh, yeah—Ray also got jokes! When we talked this morning, he says to me: “I’m gonna come pick you up at three o’clock this afternoon, so be ready—cuz you’re gonna go down for sure this time!”

I’m gonna tell y’all right now: I don’t care if I win—I just don’t wanna lose. I’m just sayin’!

Okay, y’all—I really gotta get going, but I’ll holla at y’all again. I’ll give you the results on Monday… yes, Monday! Y’all are gonna have to wait an extra day on account of tomorrow is Sunday. It’s also Father’s Day!

Until tomorrow, take care!

Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha