Happy Administrative Professionals Day to all the admin people today!! Our world would go up in smokes without you all! Today we're celebrating our AMAZING administrator, Grace! She keeps us happy, organized, and functional and we love her Make sure you take a moment to thank your administrator today!
Growing up in Bklyn in the late 70s-early 80s it's something that I was exposed to at a very young age. I spent my early days, I'd say as young as 10yrs old getting my feet wet with @cstism CHAST ONE KDS NEC. He lived in the building behind mine (800). He was a few yrs my elder and really taught me the ins and outs early on. It was the tail end of the "train era". Roughly 1987. We lived close to the church Ave lay up which was controlled by @t1gnd the legendary TRIKE ONE GND who also lived a few buildings away but was quite a bit older. It was a glorious time. A very different NYC, if u will. Some of NYC dopest writers were just blocks away but all in different directions. @duskizm_tcmob_bklyn DUSK TCM, TAIM KAW KDS RIP . VOKE KTM. OD BTS. @the_saster SASTER. Thats just to name a few. I got to chill with some of the dudes I've mentioned. Some I still haven't met till this day. ONE THING I WILL NEVER DO IS FRONT FOR THE GRAM !! I know who iam where I come from and I'm % comfortable with my current status which enables me to be me. UNLIKE MOST OF YOU LAMES OUT THERE WHO FABRICATE SHIT EVERY CHANCE U GET. Anyways I have memories for days and plan on sharing them on my feed. My real graffiti brothers who I bombed with and still hold in very high regard till this day are DRO and NETA ACC CREW. TRUE NYC STREET KINGS. I also bombed quite a bit with @i_am_niroc NIRO XF GF. I've witnessed my man rite there do some pretty ill shit. ALL TIME KING OF THE HIGH SPOTS HANDS DOWN. IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING! In the past weeks I rekindled with my old school homie @extremesupremefresh ESF 55 LIVE CREW. He nailed it when he said that we represent "A VERY DIFFERENT TYPE OF NYC GRAFFITI WRITER " we consider ourselves to be graffiti dudes with ambition. Career men. Fathers. Family men but yet we still can't completely get graffiti removed from our veins. Stay tuned people if u want authentic 90s graffiti pics and stories as I promise I will not disappoint #nycgraffiti#nycstreetart#notjustbagels#parenthood#bagellife#allcitycrew#gfcrew#brooklyn#parkslope#windsorterrace#kensington#churchave#sunsetpark#90s#graffiti#fame#realshit
I love that I am able to be home hanging out in bed on this rainy Wednesday morning with little man!!! I am so grateful that I can work from home and spend time with him!!! When I was working a full time job out of the house, leaving at 7:00am and not getting home until 6:30pm, I missed everything!!! Couldn't stay home and snuggle, couldn't go to soccer games or gymnastics, couldn't go to the kids school programs, barely made it home to do dinner, baths, & homework-the list goes on!!! Now that I own my time, can work this business from anywhere (right now that is in bed), & at anytime I can do it all!!! I'm so glad I said YES because now I don't miss anything and make money doing what I love and I'm living the life I so badly wanted and deserved!!! #godisgood •
I didn't talk much about infertility. We literally stopped treatments in April of 2010, and then in May 2010 went to a foster care awareness meeting. And the rest is history...sort of until years down the road you realized you never really grieved infertility. Here's a little of my story and maybe it will encourage someone who is in a similar spot. We had done pills, tests, shots, 4 round of AI, blood tests, husband tested, 3 small exploratory procedures, and we were left with the decision to pursue IVF or walk away. We chose to walk away. Honestly, the hardest part of the whole journey wasn't not being pregnant but having to tell everyone you weren't. I'd sifted through all the emotions and came to terms that I wanted to be a mom more than I wanted to be pregnant. But I shoved that whole experience to four corners of my memory, only to have bits and pieces resurface. About two weeks ago a friend posted a video of a couples infertility journey, I was a big ole mess after watching it. But I walked my self through a process I use to deal with hard emotions and I felt like the Lord reshaped my memory of the oh so sterile procedure room. His whisper was this room is where you became a mom, the door to pregnancy was closed, but that led us to foster care & parenthood. The sting of infertility was replaced purpose.
The other side of my cupcake..!! I remember how he was so unhappy to wear this Tussar Silk Kurta during "Annaprshan" i.e. Rice Eating Ceremony. The one who is use to wear soft cottons, suddenly asked to wear rough fabric and that too with dhoti and topor (tam jham you see..!! ) i remember he was so cranky in the middle of the event, that we couldn't click his single pic in dhoti and kurta. Here he is sobbing, sitting in lap of my Baba, and Dear Hubs is busy undressing him. More than Baby Reyan, Hubs was more frustrated and kind of angry on all of us to why is mandatory to make him wear uncomfortable clothes. #reyanerannaprashan#beingbong#mommyslife#parenthood#riceeatingceremony#snippetsoftheevent#munchkin#mothersofinstgram#childhoodunplugged#babiesindiab#cutie