Upstaged by Thanksgiving, my birthday has always played second fiddle to turkey and stuffing my entire life during the last week of November. But, babbbbby, when my birthday comes, it is all about fun and venturing to new heights. I have had a blessed year. However, there is not a day that goes by that I do not think about my Mama. I miss her everyday of my life. I love you Mama and miss you dearly.
I tip my hat to my family, friends and the many new acquaintances. Thanks to every one; even the haters.
Happy Birthday to me Trannies. Now, let me go get my eat on from my left overs. Holla.
P.S. And, no, this picture is not of me. Just another picture that I took. And, besides, I am Black.