The other day I attended a champagne party (pre-prom party) given by my good friend for her god daughter who is also her cousins daughter. I believe the last time I saw this little girl, now 18, she was about 6 years old. She still looked the same except she's taller, of course, and toting a pair of D cups. She looked very much like a model and appeared very confident in her pink mini dress covered in jewels and with a silver organza ruffled train, posing like a diva. My friend had her dress AND her shoes made and it was all quite the sight. When she walked out onto the pink carpet (the party was Barbie themed so there was a lot of pink) everyone went crazy snapping pictures and gawking. And then, after about 20 straight minutes of picture taking, my friend turned to me and said "OMG! We forgot all about the little boy! Val, can you please go help him finish getting dressed?" Of course I could and I was happy to. Cute little boy, excited about his prom unlike my own boy, and he needed help with his bow tie and his boutineer. When we were finished we both stood, me behind him, looking into the closet mirror smiling. You had to be there, it was a pretty sweet moment. Then we grabbed the corsage and headed outside while they played that Nikki Menage song ("I wish that I could have this moment for life..."), whatever it's called.
It was a great day in Gardena. I couldn't believe how grown up all the kids looked. Even squeaky voiced Dooter was tall and almost manly. I hugged Kemarrea, with his big a**, and smiled at RoRo. But what tripped me out was that it looked like these little boys were giving me googly eyes all day. As I stood in line at the taco stand to get a couple of tacos, I watched RoRo, now a college freshman, walk over to some car parked across the street from the house. When he turned to walk back towards the house I'd turned my attention back to the taco man to place my order, so Ro didn't notice that I had noticed his new ride. Probably a gift from Nana. So he backed up and began a slower stroll away from the car and then hit the locks so the alarm would go off. Lol, I looked up and he was staring at me. And Dooter kept taking my picture. His mom was going around telling everyone that her son was a photographer but I'm sure they didn't need a bunch of pictures of me. So once all the hub-bub was over and most of the guests had left, there was just me, Kendrea, Tasha (the prom queens mom), Sherell, and Rachel left in the house talking about old times and discussing our plans for Kendrea's birthday in September. As we were talking, Tasha's oldest son, now 23, walked in and sat down to talk with us. At first I didn't recognize him. He has a full beard now and stands about 5 foot 9 inches tall. He mentioned something about wanting to go out with us and Rachel and Kendrea said something about cougars being at our hang outs, trying to discourage him from wanting to go. I laughed right along and agreed that he wasn't "ready for no cougar," and that's when he pounced. I was so not ready. He scooted to the edge of his seat real quick, shot me a pair of bedroom eyes and asked me directly "what makes you think I'm not ready?" I know that look so I started to stammer, caught completely off-guard. He was trying to challenge me! He got up and walked over to me, extended his hand and said "don't you remember me?" Puzzled and embarrassed, I shook his hand and he held on to mine. Then Kendrea said "Val, that's RaeShawn, Tasha's son."
"OoooH, yeah!" I said, uncomfortable as hell. "I can't believe how everyone has grown, wow!"
Meanwhile, he's still holding my hand, Tasha is looking bewildered and Rachel is cracking up laughing. Then this kid says "So why don't you think I'm ready? I promise you I am," looking dead at me with all the confidence in the world, which, I have to admit was very sexy. However, he still looked every bit of his age even with all that facial hair. There is no way in this world I would entertain that child but I hate to admit he damn sure entertained me!
But bold, right!? I asked him how old he was and then I told him "You're not ready because you haven't lived yet. You don't want a cougar." He wasn't quite convinced but I think the expression on my face made him finally release my hand. Then someone said "Yeah, you get with a cougar and you'll end up on Love Addiction, lol." Which is also true ;)
At that moment a bunch of people came in from outside and were talking about racing home to beat the Staples Center traffic, which was my cue to leave. I got up and began hugging all of my girl's goodbye and RaeShawn rushed across the room to me smiling with his arms outstretched for a hug. I laughed and hugged him and Tasha said "Alright now, y'all old broads better leave my son alone," laughing. A mess.
So that is what I missed when I moved out here to Pasadena. Kids grew up, more babies were born, folks got fat, and Andrea, Kendrea's mom, still loves me :)
It was a great day in Gardena. I couldn't believe how grown up all the kids looked. Even squeaky voiced Dooter was tall and almost manly. I hugged Kemarrea, with his big a**, and smiled at RoRo. But what tripped me out was that it looked like these little boys were giving me googly eyes all day. As I stood in line at the taco stand to get a couple of tacos, I watched RoRo, now a college freshman, walk over to some car parked across the street from the house. When he turned to walk back towards the house I'd turned my attention back to the taco man to place my order, so Ro didn't notice that I had noticed his new ride. Probably a gift from Nana. So he backed up and began a slower stroll away from the car and then hit the locks so the alarm would go off. Lol, I looked up and he was staring at me. And Dooter kept taking my picture. His mom was going around telling everyone that her son was a photographer but I'm sure they didn't need a bunch of pictures of me. So once all the hub-bub was over and most of the guests had left, there was just me, Kendrea, Tasha (the prom queens mom), Sherell, and Rachel left in the house talking about old times and discussing our plans for Kendrea's birthday in September. As we were talking, Tasha's oldest son, now 23, walked in and sat down to talk with us. At first I didn't recognize him. He has a full beard now and stands about 5 foot 9 inches tall. He mentioned something about wanting to go out with us and Rachel and Kendrea said something about cougars being at our hang outs, trying to discourage him from wanting to go. I laughed right along and agreed that he wasn't "ready for no cougar," and that's when he pounced. I was so not ready. He scooted to the edge of his seat real quick, shot me a pair of bedroom eyes and asked me directly "what makes you think I'm not ready?" I know that look so I started to stammer, caught completely off-guard. He was trying to challenge me! He got up and walked over to me, extended his hand and said "don't you remember me?" Puzzled and embarrassed, I shook his hand and he held on to mine. Then Kendrea said "Val, that's RaeShawn, Tasha's son."
"OoooH, yeah!" I said, uncomfortable as hell. "I can't believe how everyone has grown, wow!"
Meanwhile, he's still holding my hand, Tasha is looking bewildered and Rachel is cracking up laughing. Then this kid says "So why don't you think I'm ready? I promise you I am," looking dead at me with all the confidence in the world, which, I have to admit was very sexy. However, he still looked every bit of his age even with all that facial hair. There is no way in this world I would entertain that child but I hate to admit he damn sure entertained me!
But bold, right!? I asked him how old he was and then I told him "You're not ready because you haven't lived yet. You don't want a cougar." He wasn't quite convinced but I think the expression on my face made him finally release my hand. Then someone said "Yeah, you get with a cougar and you'll end up on Love Addiction, lol." Which is also true ;)
At that moment a bunch of people came in from outside and were talking about racing home to beat the Staples Center traffic, which was my cue to leave. I got up and began hugging all of my girl's goodbye and RaeShawn rushed across the room to me smiling with his arms outstretched for a hug. I laughed and hugged him and Tasha said "Alright now, y'all old broads better leave my son alone," laughing. A mess.
So that is what I missed when I moved out here to Pasadena. Kids grew up, more babies were born, folks got fat, and Andrea, Kendrea's mom, still loves me :)
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