I'm not lazy, I just don't care!

Christmas was going great. Drake and I spent the night at my mother's on Christmas Eve and Drake and my nephew Quinton awakened to gifts from me and my Mom. Most of Drake's gifts were at our home but he had enough at his Granny's to be satisfied. My Mom cooked a lovely breakfast and everything was going well. Right before I left to attend a business meeting with my brother (Moguls work Holidays too) is when it happened. My Mom started ranting about how me being at her house is like having an additional child. How I don't pick up behind my son and so on. I tried to lighten the mood for Christmas sake and said jokingly "I'm never coming back here you're mean to me" she then began saying I was mean to her, that I am never considerate towards her. Here's were I got irritated. Of all my siblings and there are lots of us, I do the most for her. I assist her with my invalid brother, give her money, run her errands you name it I do it. She knows me well enough to know I'm not lazy I just don't care about Holly Housewife chores, never have. My bedroom in High School always looked like Theo's from The Cosby Show. My current home only gets cleaned when I'm expecting guest. I am not domestic. I am a freaking Mogul in the making for pete's sake and I have never been a girly girl, never. So the fact that she discredits all that I do because my number one concern is not homemaking pisses me off. If she wasn't my mother I would allow her to feel what it's like without all my other help for a few months to teach her a lesson. But I won't because I love her and I know she's just old and ornery. So we argued and I left in a huff without Christmas dinner.
This may sound ridiculous and petty but you must understand the history of my mother and I. She doesn't understand me at all. I understand her completely but she is a stubborn Taurus who can only see things one way at a time. I being an expansive Pisces can understand other people's point of view while still staying true to my own ideals. She has never been able to accept my priorities. I have a dream and I'm led by it. I would rather take a spare grand of my money and invest it in my film career than on designer clothes for my son and I. I buy our clothing at consignment shops and places like Ross or Old Navy. I'd rather give my son a huge party to raise money for his college fund than and opulent birthday party. She thinks I'm a slob and looser, I think I'm a visionary. She believes in the one two step of go to school, get a job. I believe follow your dream and learn to be financially savvy. She was a high end executive who now has nothing to show for her success and I just don't want to become her; old, ornery and broke. She looked and lived fabulous and now she has nothing. So when we fight it's not about picking up toys on Christmas, it's about lifestyle choice. She was really angry that I left mid-Christmas celebration to go take a business meeting.
Drake's Dad arrived to my Mom's house about the time I returned from my meeting to pick Drake up. I explained to him that I would pick Drake up the next day around 8am. The Sitter is still not cleared to be left alone with his son for long stretches of time as he has some t's to cross and i's to dot. So of course when I call him to say I'm on my way he doesn't answer. I just don't care to fight with him anymore so I let it go, but trust this show of disrespect to our agreement will ensure all visits from this point on will be supervised . I don't care to interact with people anymore unless it pertains to business. I have two loves, Drake and film, the rest is a waste of my time.

Going On Around Me

Today has been one of those days where I have had to exercise my super woman strength. It started this morning when I overslept and was late for work because I had to go vote in Atlanta's Mayoral election. Then as I got my day started some more baby daddy drama occurred. The Sitter has a son 6 months younger than my son. The Sitter decided his second son should see the same doctor my son goes to and I discovered this a few months ago not because he told me but because he got busted when we had to get my son's shot records to start school. So when it was time to schedule my son a new appointment I was told by The Sitter that he couldn't see the doctor anymore (a doctor I chose by the way) because the insurance I had now, they didn't take. So today as I searched for my son a new doctor on-line my instincts told me to follow up with this info myself. I did and discovered he had lied, they do take my son's current insurance so I scheduled my son and appointment and cussed out The Sitter like a dog in the street I didn't know. As usual I was later angry with myself for letting him get to me. I know what he is and don't know why I expect him to function like anything other than the blood sucking bottom feeder that he is.
An extension of The Sitter is just as bad as the low life himself. Somehow I was dumb enough to let myself get tied up in a car fiasco with him a few months back. His boot-leg uninsured towing company damaged a car and he was going to have to pay for it, instead he convinced me to take it as my car and in the meantime while he was fixing it I could take his second car. Well the car turned out to be crap and we decided to scrap it, the guy who owned the car has been paid all but $500 for the car and decided today he would call and harass my phone for the last payment. I directed him to The Sitter, since that's who's making the payments and refrained from calling him the thirsty, coochie-whipped, chump that he is. The harassing call was only made because his baby momma stays on him like white on rice and his soft behind is scared to death of her(she's a woman after my own heart, I have much respect for her whip cracking self).
I already knew I had a dinner meeting later today I was dreading and it became more dreadful over the course of the day. "The Talent" and I use that word loosely of a project our company handled has her people mixed up and thinks she's going to get something from us she doesn't deserve. Well as the day went on she began sending text to one of our key power players that proved the meeting is going to be a an ugly stare down. Little does she know I didn't earn the name The Beast from being easily intimidated. Knowing the business inside and out, I'm so ready to kill her with kindness and handle my business strictly by the book.
All of this and I have to go to court tomorrow because the car The Sitter loaned me was uninsured when he first gave it to me and I got three huge tickets to deal with tomorrow. It's so much going on around me but I wouldn't have it any other way.

D-Girl On The Move

"Development Girl or D-Girl is a term that originated back in the day when the only jobs for women in the movie business were in the story department of studios. "-Development Girl by Hadley Davis

Now development jobs are coveted by both men and women. Development staff find projects, attach the right talent to it by knowing who's hot and who's not and get the script ready for production. I am the D-Girl for Atlanta Dream Team productions. We have made major moves over the past year and continue to work hard. We released a film in the theaters "Five Days In the A" starring the likes of Clayton English, BoneCrusher, Mr. Big Tyme, Bossman, Dennis Goodman and several wonderful new comers. Our most recent project "Sounds of Poetry" starred the legendary Robin Givens. Now with six new projects slated for the next year and several big figure deals on the table we really are living a dream. Look out for the reality show chronicling the amazing Atlanta Dream Team Productions, legends in the making.

Getting Ready

Sounds of Poetry Premiere is on it's way. This Tuesday people will finally get to see the amazing acting jobs done by Robin Givens and Jerome Cheatham. This photo taking from the film can't begin to showcase the depth of her performance. I'm so proud of Henderson Maddox he is growing as a writer/director and building toward greatness. I worked with him in the past and enjoyed it and look forward to working with him in the future. I haven't seen the entire film yet but the scenes I have been privileged to preview have been mind blowing. I am getting ready for Tuesday because I can't wait. Henderson you do have my VIP seat ready right?

We've held casting calls for a month now for a new cast member on our kids show "Around The House" and I'm happy to announce our newest cast member Tad.

A New Day & A More Positive Me

Another masterpiece by my boss/friend Henderson "Mr. 23" Maddox
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=556986977182&subj=1270539552

I'm so excited about "Sounds of Poetry". The premiere is in two weeks and I can't wait. This is just the beginning of what God has in store for Atlanta Dream Team Productions.

Death of The Sitter, Re-Birth Of The Mogul

Death of the Sitter
This is the sitter. This is the deadbeat Dad who thinks babysitting his child qualifies him as a Father. He pays no child support, only buys a handful of clothing at the Good Will or Salvation Army from time to time and thinks he's Father of the Year. Throughout my blog I have kept the identity of the sitter - Andre Tyrone Williams- a secret but no more. He has been free of shame for too long already. Our son is nearly 4 and he still has not stepped up to the plate of being a Father. There was a time shortly after my child was born that I fell on hard times and had no gas in our home during the winter. The Sitter at the time was making thousands of dollars per week and told me the gas in my house was my problem. When my mother paid to get the gas on and confronted him about it his response to her was "It's not my fault if your daughter can't handle her finances". His child was living in this gas free home and he was paying no child support and had no concern. He is a selfish boy who epitomizes the dead beat dad syndrome that plagues the black community. It gets better. The women he dates are just as trifling as he is. They are so desperate to have a man they all condone his deadbeat behavior to appease him. They have all admittedly told him he is not responsible for his son's well being when he is in my care because he babysits. He is currently dating his other child's mother LaKeisha Coleman, while living with his girlfriend Kaneatra and still seeing his ex Leah who travels to GA from KY to see him. He also has a few randoms like Commolita that he sees when time permits. He has no job and is a wanted felon. Now you may be asking yourself as a Mega Mogul Momma how did you end up with this loser? Good Question. The man he has become is not the man he was when I met him. He has always been a womanizer but the looser criminal in him occurred after he had a series of bad luck. When I met him he was a trainer at a gym, college student and operating his own playball business. He was well kept and took care of me financially and emotionally. Then he stole some computers from his job, which I warned him not to do, and went to jail. From there it was hard to get a job and he took over his deceased fathers boot leg liqueur business. His Dad's basement was built out to be an actual bar and that's when he changed. The womanizing got disrespectful but unfortunately it was around that time that I discovered I was pregnant. LaKeisha became pregnant four months after I did and his crime sprees got more and more consistent. Drug dealing, theft and cons to name a few. It all came to a head when he went on a high speed chase from the police with my then 2 year old in the car, not in a car seat, and flipped the truck over and fleeing on foot with my son in tow. That's when I realized the Andre I knew was dead. The final straw was him offering to let me borrow a car knowing it was un-insured and that it had non-functioning windshield wipers, then later admitting it was unsafe driving the car in the rain yet refusing to repair it. Ended up having it repaired myself. Now my hustle is so much harder because I know the only way for Drake to maintain his charmed life is that I keep giving it to him. Help from his Father is not on the way.
Now, Re-Birth Of The Mogul
I was working in development on a huge celebrity reality show when I met him and then for Tyler Perry. Due to my turbulent relationship with Andre and the birth of my son my movie career was put on hold causing me to down spiral financially. About a year ago I decided to get it back. I took a job as the production secretary on the Tyler Perry film I Can Do Bad All By Myself but prior to that I began working with a young, upcoming director/writer/producer Henderson "Mr. 23" Maddox. I produced a film for him entitled "5 Days In the A". Now I'm working full time in development for Henderson's company Atlanta Dream Team Productions and have two projects with my company Lot 404 Productions (Alvin Aggarat is my partner) "Statistically Speaking" and "Around The House" slated for release next year. I also have a web series "Secret Passion" that I'm directing to be released early 2010. Not to mention my latest creation the first annual Southern Hollywood yearbook highlighting all the indie players in the ATL. The mogul is back, blessed and highly favored.

Ghetto Love Story

Last night I showcased some true ghetto love. I was following the sitter in his truck when his tools fell off the back. He didn't realize they had fallen off and kept going. I pulled over and got into a tug of work with some random man in bankhead over my baby's tools. Now this fool could have killed me but my instincts were to protect my man's livelihood. Now here I am a credited movie producer in the middle of some real ghetto mess.

This weekend I began taping my web series "Secret Passion", seen in this photo with two of the stars Anthony Rice and Tiger Gibson. I initially had big plans for this show just like the comedy show that's now in hurry up and finish mode. I often try to reach back and offer people a chance to learn the business. That always bites me in the butt and they usually thank me with either bad attitudes, back-stabbing or disrespect. So after the fiasco that nearly ruined this weekends shoot I have officially decided that my days of working with amateurs on any level is over. I'm about to wrap out all the little no budget projects I'm working on and focus my energy on securing funds for the feature my partner and I have been wanting to develop. No more teacher here. I'm done teaching people the business , giving new talent opportunity and providing free production services. My new heart song is F*@k you, pay me.
On a personal note I think as odd as it may sound I'm falling back in love with The Sitter. It's something about the concept of my child growing up with his parents together that keeps me connected to him. On another note I must admit there are other men in my life that still cause my heart to skip a beat. Saw Mr. G this weekend at the shoot and there is still some slight romantic tension there. I don't think it's enough of a spark to rekindle our old flame but it's enough to make me smile inside when I see him. I just always seem to put my foot in my mouth around him so no matter what I say I somehow figure out a way to insult him. I'm not sure if I'm a jerk or he's too sensitive but either way we just disconnect. Then there's the Children's Champ, a social worker I've been smitten with for some time and although he's aware of my feelings for him he's never expressed any real romantic feelings for me other than to be around somewhat consistently and support me in all my endeavors. With all of my woes, especially the medical ones I know men should be the least of my worries but I think to some degree we all need companionship. I worry that a relationship will get in the way of my career moves as well but it's hard to not want a mate, someone to bounce ideas off of. It' going to take a special man to make me feel secure that he won't disrupt my career path but will hold my hand through my medical problems and be a good role model for my son. It's a lot to ask of a man but the special man who can handle it all is out there. I think I'm finally tired of going it alone.

Secret Passion

I'm worried about tomorrow. So many things have had to be rearranged and I'm just feeling unsettled. I want to just relax and let my crew do their job but this crew is full of people who are doing their jobs for the first time. Come hell or high water we will be shooting the first two episodes of Secret Passion this weekend.

Went to go see Black Top Circus last night at Uptown. The show was very funny but I was so tired when I left I napped in my car before I pulled off. I have a DVD I've shot of them that's so funny, they are a talented bunch. As you can see by the smile on my face They always leave you with a good time had. www.theblacktopcircus.com

Saturday Lord Saturday

Saturday had some highs and lows. Worked on episode two of my web series during the day then had rehearsal with the cast that evening. Rehearsal was excellent and I was filling pumped. Decided I needed to go check out my film with some friends only to discover it had been pulled from the theater. Feeling down but not out I decided to attend a party with my friend who was with me, Ms. Bipolar 2009. We went to a party upon the invitation of a famous NFL player's Mother, it was a birthday party for her friend. We had a good time until some last minute guest arrived. Not to air too much of the young black socialites of Atlanta's business, but some people don't care to fake it till they make it. The last minute guest showed up when the party was nearly over, insulted me, asked me for money and still had the nerve to let their arrogance speak before they thought. Now this rubbish human being is related to someone I care for so I don't offer him my normal shark bite but one more incident like this and I will most certainly bite his head off. The one I care about is also revealing to me that maybe some decisions I made I thought were premature were actually me dodging a bullet. I will never again allow myself to be used up by someone who will discard me like old milk when a fresh delivery is made.

The Blow Up

I knew it would come to an end sooner or later. The Sitter and I had a knock down drag out fight over my car today. Him and his filthy partner got in my car and dirtied the hell out of a car I've only owned six days. Then he got an attitude because I had one. No No No sir, you disrespected my property and now you wanna act like I'm bugging because I call you on it. The Sitter and I getting along reached a new record we didn't fight while in each others presents for five days. That's funny "Five Days In The A" we got along. As most of you know that's my latest film in a theater near you.

Better Days Ahead

Today was a much better day than yesterday. I continued to play chauffeur to The Sitter but it wasn't so bad. We actually had a few laughs and didn't irritate each other. My brother's best friend, who's like my brother, Sharp, is convinced The Sitter and I are still in love with each other. I beg to differ, we support each other when it's convenient so our son doesn't see a hateful relationship between his parents. Keep in mind the water under our bridge consist of love triangles, lies, deceit, jail time, arrest, ditching cars, cheating and battery. After I dropped off The Sitter I went to my Mom's and hung out with my brother so my Mom could go to the grocery store. That brother suffered a stroke last year and is still recovering and can't be left alone. Once my Mom arrived I went home, rested for a second then went to DeWitt's house to pick up the edit teaser for my children's show LunchBox. It's the show I have with the most legs right now. I may be partnering with a more established production company to get it sold, looking good right now. The feature I produced is the the theaters which is an accomplishment in itself. I have a comedy DVD, that is filled with drama and may become a legal problem later, that is so great. A few clients I'm about to drop until they can get their egos in check and it's all great because my mogul status is growing daily. My family had to close the restaurant due to recession effects but I still have my vending business and massage clients to go along with my media mogul climb. I'm working on a reality series for myself and my best friend and I are applying for a new reality show that may jump start our restaurateur careers.
Let's get back to where I'm at, speaking of my best friend. I'm at C's because I haven't seen her much since her wedding. She and her husband recently returned from their honeymoon, Italy, and we decided to hang tonight. Since my son is her God-son he needed to see his God-Mommy too. She cooked tonight and made homemade lemon ice cream. Her house is always immaculate and she always has the latest fashions right off the runway to show me that she's recently purchased. She is the fashionista of all my friends and I love her. Being around her is like living in an episode of Sex and the City.

The Moves

If my phone ever rang and it wasn't someone wanting me to spear head their project I would be completely shocked. It's funny to me how folks desire "help" with their projects and help to them means I handled it all both task wise and finances. They want me to pool the resources of my team, convince my partner Man On Bus that it's worth our time, finance the entire thing and then they want to talk to us like we're hired help. Newsflash people, hired help gets paid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Since you want me to fund, staff and design your project know that you are the"talent", and I use that term loosely, and you had best be humble and appreciative. Disrespecting my staff when you have no idea what you are doing, making back door business decisions without discussing them with me and acting like a Diva will get you on my no answer list. Believe me when I tell you if I decide not to answer your calls that is a list you will never get off of. If you really piss me off I'll transfer you to one of my business associates whom I know will get your project done while inserting foot in behind.

Restless

Today I was supposed to rest and do nothing. When I mentioned the fact I was planning on doing very little work today Mr. G made it clear that I should not do very little but that I should do nothing. It's the first day in months that I've spent any real quality time with my son. I know he doesn't understand Mommy works day and night so that we can have a better life. His father, The Sitter, is a great watcher of his son. He never gives me any grief about watching our child but he most certainly doesn't make the kind of decisions that will ever lead him to helping support us financially. So private school etc. is all on Mommy. I bought a new car Saturday and already The Sitter needed me to give him a ride today. I picked him up so he could go work on a car and make some money. The Sitter is still on the lamb from an incident earlier in the year where he went on a high speed chase with himself, the police weren't even chasing the idiot, with our child in the car. When the fool flipped over the car and fled the scene of the crime with our then two year old, the officer, who wasn't chasing him, took down his tag number and discovered his cell phone which The Sitter had dropped. When I called The Sitter's phone the officer informed me of the aforementioned shenanigans. He still has outstanding warrants from that and a suspended license, not a good position to be in when your business is towing and repairing cars. Well, that's the business he's in now. When we met nearly six years ago he was a College Football Player then Personal Trainer, Playball Coach, Computer Salesman (those hot computers got him five years of probation), Owner of a Recycling Company, Pit bull Breeder, Boot Leg Liquor Vendor, Street Pharmaceutical Distributor, Gymboree Sales Associate (until they found about the computer sales), Handy Man, Math Tutor, Party Promoter, Event Food Service, Flee Market Vendor, Night Club Security and now towing/car repairs. It's clear to see why The Sitter is not a reliable source for me in rearing my child. That's part of why I work so hard to make sure my son has some balance and a chance at a different lifestyle.
Mr. G is not the one who got away, he's the one I threw away. It started as a business relationship and graduated into a sexual one. There was a hint of romance and genuine feelings developed on both sides. Then I panicked afraid of getting hurt and that maybe he was too good to be true and gave him a lame excuse as to why we shouldn't see each other anymore. The old I don't like to mix business with pleasure, I'm focused on my career right now mumbo jumbo. When the truth was I was scared. Scared of getting hurt, scared of the I have cancer can you handle that convo and scared of introducing another failed relationship to my romantic resume. Now with all my friends getting married my lonely nights seem lonelier. Stress is my friend. I'm overworked, swimming in lawsuits and ill, this is the time when friends and family who leave you alone at night just won't do. This is when a mate is much needed, but all I have to cuddle at night is pillows and contracts. Today I did no work and I'm panicked that something I didn't handle today will haunt me tomorrow, that thought made today restless.