I’m not cooking an entire meal this year so I can’t give you the full menu.  I DO know that I’m in charge of greens, green beans, and cakes of course.  I initially intended to make Genoise cakes for the first time but both of my aunts specifically requested butter pecan cakes.  I also promised my sister in law a pecan praline pound cake after the holidays.  I’m hitting the road tomorrow for land of the casinos and the toll roads and the first driving playlist is full of Nicki Minaj.  I like this lil chick.  I’ve got some T-Pain, Mario, and somebody named Dorrough on here too.  The other list is full of house music and Raheem  Devaughn.

I’m thankful most of the time….I truly try to be.  I’ve already done posts about the friends and family that I’m glad to have in my life.  But why not take the opportunity to do another post about those things…..in memory form maybe?

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EastWood – Fort Worth, 1987

A new girl named Yvonne had moved into the neighborhood and was trying to be everybody’s best friend.  I didn’t like her.  You see….I was the center of attention in the neighborhood.  Everybody had their place….we had a fashionista, an athletic superstar, the lil hot ass girl, my best friend was the church girl, and I was the spoiled princess/nerd (I was probably the spoiled princess cause I was the nerd. LOL).  In my neighborhood being smart made you high society!  People were proud to say that the girl from THEIR hood won all the spelling bees and had trophies for math and english.  Well I didn’t like Yvonne because she was trying to take my shine.  At some point her cousin moved in with them.  I can’t remember who the fighter in our clique was before her cousin moved there…but once she did, her ignent ass wanted to fight everybody.  So one morning, while waiting for the school bus on the corner, Yvonne’s cousin had had enough of my spoiled ass and decided it was time for Yvonne to whoop my ass.  Let me tell y’all something.  You put a spoiled princess in a rough ass hood full of boys that thinks she’s cute…SHE WILL KNOW HOW TO DROP A BITCH!  TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THIS. So her cousin pushes her into me (that’s how we used to get the fight started back in the day) and I proceeded to knock her upside her head…..the cousin jumped in and got the upper hand on me.  I know by now you’re asking yourself why this is a Thanksgiving post……the funny thing is that my girlfriends reading this can already imagine what happened when the bus showed up.  There was the rest of the clique and I still remember who the first person off the bus to throw the first blow was.  My point is that I have ALWAYS had good friends! LOL  I’ve had fun reconnecting with a lot of people from the old hood on Facebook.  We’ve got great memories.  My thankful memory of the day is my girl Kesha and the rest of the clique not letting me be in an unfair fight in the 6th grade.