I’m just too dang black

Greeting Reflections. I messed up, kinda. So, remember awhile back when I posted that I was offered a blogging gig with a magazine? Well upon our speaking prior to being offered the job, she was very open about being able to blog on a universal level, and by universal I mean everyone could relate to and I agreed. Now let me first say that I honestly thought I could do it, I really did and it was on money so I was like, yeah, everybody likes money, I can do that for sure. But more specifically stocks, no problem right? Uh huh, problem. See, I research and dig until I am filled with so much new knowledge that I think I am going to burst if I don’t get it out and that is when I know its time to write. Well ol’ McGenius me came across all types of statistics about black people and their presence, or lack thereof, in the stock market. Before I knew it I was reaching out to prosperous black investors and getting their input on this big new project that was once a simple little blog. Now, I have this amazing article and no where to put it. What am I going to do with me ya’ll. I mean, first off, I pick up a new hustle like I have all the time in the world and am well rested (as I type #9 is staring at me to pick him up at 12:33 a.m.). In addition, I know I should have known better than to think that I can create something universal with all the love I have for my Reflections and my desire to push for more growth within our communities.

Please do not misinterpret what I am saying. I love everyone who loves me back I just feel like my Reflections need more love, encouragement, and support and I am all for it. Now if you are not a person of color and you can take something from what I write, then I implore you to go be great as well with it.

The biggest issue I am having is, with me being an entrepreneur at heart, I instantly went into creativity mode when I realized I could not blog like I thought I could, ‘universally’. With that being said, we need a magazine called Black Money or Black Dollars, something that can shine a direct light on the financial opportunities to and for people of color. Blogging and articles about money, from banking to investing to sharing and checking. You can also have interviews with people in the financial industry, there will be advertising spots as well as small business spotlights. The same as any other magazine. Now I will be the first to pat myself on the back but I truly believe that this is a good idea, I would even be an investor to this magazine. *Hunches Shoulders* hopefully someone will read this and get the ball rolling because I know a few people who own magazine companies and I know it is no easy task so I ┬ácan say with surety┬áthat this is not something I am looking to start up, but I will help you if you do decide, let me know.


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Hello there

I have been one busy Mama! I know some of you think, “you don’t say”. But really, this time its true. This may seem like boasting but I assure you, it leads to a point that shows my pure laziness.

As you all know, I homeschool our 9 children as well as run three businesses and just incorporated a healthy vegan lifestyle (which in itself is a full time job), in addition to picking up a new reading fetish (I literally get an average of 1 or two books in the mail daily). I can imagine you look at me like superwoman but do not let social media fool you honey, I am beat!

As you all know I am a city girl at heart so everyday hustle and bustle is like home to me but let me assure you, I give minimal effort. I am not lying to you. I haven’t made a sock in months, my last Heels and Hustle event was like October I think and Rush Consulting Firm is thriving of residuals. Homeschooling is sucking the life right out of me. In addition, the vegan life demands you cook every single meal including snack. You are constantly checking labels on everything which leads me to my new home made ventures of making my own toothpaste (no fluoride) and deodorant (to many things that were not beneficial to my skin. Aaaaaaand I exercise a lot more so when I lose weight I won’t have loose skin, no I have had no surgeries I just want to be cute.

Welp, I have decided to jump back in 100% on everything. Now before I do that I figured I would spend this weekend doing absolutely nothing. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha said the universe, YOU, do NOTHING. Apparently God thinks I am a comedian because my children would not let me be great in my lazy endeavors. I tell you what, my babies have stressed me out more this weekend than any weekend ever. There was more crying and whining and fighting and tattling, as well as more calling me by my nickname MommyCanI. Ugh! Calgon PLEASE. It also didn’t help that McRush worked 12 hour days this weekend so he was not here to help as he oftentimes does.

But, I suppose I could chalk it all up to pregnancy. YUP! The RushBunch is expecting baby number 10 in November, which I am hoping is triplets and they come in October.

Triplets you ask. Well with triplets we will have our dynamic dozen without me carrying two more times and October babies because we already have two November babies.

So, there you have it a quick life check in.


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I definitely have my days where I am pushed to what seems like my wits end, whether its by a child of mine or a client of mine. Days like today where it is almost 1:30 in the morning and I am just wrapping up homeschooling. I am a stickler for completion and half trying is not going to get it.

One of the RushBunch decided that today they were going to be stuck on stupid and pretend not to know what simple review work was. And by simple, I mean #7 could do it. But I played along with initially even denying snack as punishment until the work was completed. But oh no, not my stubborn one. No snack? No problem. The other children played and this one just sat there, defiant even. So, instead of sitting I said to stand with a clipboard and do your work. They just stood there, looking at me look at them. Cool. I clean up, scurry the other to bed after dinner and goofing off, I come back downstairs and nothing. I do my casual nonchalant thing and carry on allowing this one to think they won. See, one thing I learned is never let them see you sweat. I go upstairs leaving them to their work. About an half hour goes by and they get called upstairs to get their work checked. Nothing more was done than what was done at 7pm. So I go over the work again, I am assured they know what to do and they began to walk off.. oh no playa! Not so fast! Now you get to sit right by me and all of my craziness until completion. So, angrily, they scribble until holes are in the paper so I politely say “erase it”.  They erase until the paper rips. I calmly say, “let me see it” and I ball up the entire packet. Smiling they feel victorious until I pull out a bigger packet and there will be no sleep until its done. There were tears and tantrums but alas I pulled myself together and watched meticulously as they angrily finished their work. At 1:15 I checked the work and sent my sleepy baby off to bed with a kiss.

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Homeschooling is not always fun and games because your child feels like, its mommy, she’ll slack up on me. Don’t do it. Love them so much that you cannot imagine them not being as smart as smart can be. And remember, wear one hat at a time. During homeschool, you’re teacher, not mom and your job is to teach. After lessons are over, give them the love the ‘teacher’ wouldn’t give them.