I guess there will always be an excuse to why my blog is not updated as often as I would like….This time I have a valid reason. My Grandma was very sick and was admitted to the hospital… she died on February 19th…..  I was left with many responsibilities…including writing the Eulogy….

When I wrote it…. I thought about that poem  that states ” I want the memory of me to be a happy one… and so I wrote my Grandma’s eulogy in that tone….

My Grandmother, Winnifred Amanda Alexander was born in a small District in Briton in St. Elizabeth, On February 18th, 1924, or was it March 3rd? She celebrated 2 birthdays for a while but later decided to celebrate her day of birth on February 18th. She was born to Ferdinad Alexander (Bredda Tun) and Ida Lewis. Bredda Tun was a World War 1 veteran and upon returning home he was awarded a piece of land in Trelawny, he and his Family then moved to Trelawny, it was there she found her life long partner Allan Lionel Clarke, they got married on February 19th, together they had 5 children Cherry, Forbie, Blossom, John and Junior.


Allan and Winnifred moved to Carpenters Road in Kingston, while at Carpenters Road, After her last child Uncle Junior started school, she learnt the trade of hairdressing and practiced in Half- way – tree for many years, she later moved her hairdressing business to her home in Washington Gardens after Grandfather’s passing in 1990.


My Grandma as I knew her was a very kind, caring and nurturing individual and usually very soft spoken…Don’t be fooled however as she was very stern disciplinarian, some of my earliest memories of her was at age 3, is being slapped with red hair dressing comb for trying to climb out of the crib…I was subsequently slapped several times after that…


She was very particular about her appearance, her hair was always combed neatly and her clothes were always very stylish, and some of which I remember she sewed herself, my role was to “String machine needle” and accompany her to purchase fabric for her dresses Her meticulousness was very evident even in her last days, while at the hospital when a nurse offered to cane row hair, she responded by telling the nurse that she’s unsure if that style would suit her as not accustomed to combing her hair in that style.


Grandma wasn’t only stylish she was also a great cook and loved to bake, even if I wasn’t told that one of my Uncles or my Aunt were coming to visit, as soon as I hit the gate I could tell by the smell…in the oven was bread pudding, potato pudding or cornmeal pudding…My favourite was the bread budding….and yes I’m the culprit for eating off the bread pudding she baked for Uncle Forbie on last visit in January…


At Christmas time, she made some on the nicest Christmas pudding, I remember fighting of the batter bowl with my cousin Wayne…if the batter tasted so good…can you imagine the cake. Christmas dinner was always her chance to showcase her recipes…she deserved the title of BOSS for the roast beef and my favourite potato Salada….hmmm I can just taste know….Mummy that baton has been passed to you….I hope this Christmas you will live you up to her standards…

In her quiet time she read her bible, mediated and prayed, her favourite show was the Young and Restless, she sat  every week day evening and watched it with Mother….if my Mother were  running late she would call to ensure that she would make it in time for their usually routine. She was happy to give up her Sunday responsibility of cooking dinner…and passed it on to Mom

She went by many names, Mama, Grandma, Miss Winnie, Auntie Winnie, Mrs. Clarke and more recently GG, which was Zaine’s for her…yes she was Great- Grandmother…and one strong enough to enjoy play dates  and eating ice cream. Though she went by many names…she was also the giver of names as well…Aunt Blos  who’s right name is Hyacinth….was affectionately called Queenie, my Mother was nicknamed Cherry, Uncle Ken was nicknamed Forbie, Uncle John was  Johnny Cool, the cool reflecting his calm demeanor  and Uncle Junior, who was named after his Father of the same name.

My Grandma lived a full and fruitful life, and passed a few hours after celebrating her 87TH birthday, on February 19th, though I know she’s in a better place…I will miss her dearly, the lemonade she makes, puddings, the sent of ackee and saltfish and fried dumplings waking me up on a weekend morning, helping her to get dressed to go to church. I will have to trust in Zainey’s words, He says that you’re gone to Jesus and Jesus is a good man, and his ok with that.

She is survived by her 4 Children, 11 Grandchildren and 4 Great – Grandchildren….friends and family….though she’s no longer here in the physical…she is alive and well in our hearts.


My 2011 guide to every year

Yeappers it 2011…. we’ve seen the dawn on a new decade….congratulations are definitely in order….yes I think they are.. 2010 year in review  I attend 5 funerals….and I opted it out of a few more….so we have a reason to be congratulate each other….and be thankful

Last year was a good year for me….I got a new job, which was obviously the highlight of the year….but I won’t retract about last’s over and done with…I will move on, but I won’t forget my lessons learnt…..the will help me to be a better person… my years to come

I’m sure you’re wondering where am I going with this post….well as you noticed…..I haven’t made an entry in a while….I wish I had…but my work load killed me….I was too tired in the evening to do any form of writting….I wil complete my 30 day challenge *hangs head in shame*…the race is not always for the swift…..

About 5 days (the Eve of NYE) a go I was on a tweeting rampage….I thought my tweeps were gonna argue with me about filling up their timeline or hit the unfollow bottom, but they actually welcomed it….I was asked by one to convert there tweets into a blog post….

So this is for @Giovanni_876

  • Try everything at least once…Except for crack/cocaine and anal sex (@cucumberjuice added Herion)
  • Don’t try killing yourself either, you won’t be able to tweet about it
  • So as 2011 approaches I think  wanna try new things…so much left to be done and see
  • Really hope the world doesn’t end by 2012… Don’t think I can get everything done by then..
  • So here’s to Paris, Rome, France, Germany, China, Egypt…..I wanna visit those places before I leave this earth
  • I wanna go to New york and be a tourist… Not a shopaholic
  • I also wanna fall in love…Truly,madly, deeply….Just like how savage Garden sang about it
  • I can’t be perfect in all areas
  • Neither can you
  • so stick to what you excel in…and improve on what you don’t

  • yes life has a funny way of getting back at you
  • That’s why I try to do good…
  • Try to have a clean heart
  • I don’t judge people….you never know what people are going through…or what they have been through
  • I respect peoples opinions, beliefs, religion, way of life
  • we all can’t be the same…
  • The world would be one boring place
  • A hypocrite will always be a hypocrite
  • A bitch will always be a bitch
  • A ho will always be a ho
  • The only people that change are virgins
  • So accept people for who they are and move on with life
  • Because you can’t change them

  • I have no resolutions for 2011
  • Don’ know if that’s good or bad
  • Setting unrealistic goals only make you depressed
  • I’ve learnt that nothing happens before its time, and nothing happen that’s not supposed to
  • I live in the moment
  • I’m spiritual but not a religious person(there is a difference)
  • I appreciate honesty… Even if it hurts me….I never wanna live a lie..or fantasy

  • Motherhood is a great experience…and I think its a experience that every capable woman should have
  • Being a Mom is a rewarding experience
  • So I guess later I will celebrate life (NYE and every occasion I get)
  • And what’s to come
  • And  which unfortunately will include death
  • Once you life, death is inevitable
  • it’s painful
  • But time heals most wounds
  • Sometimes your words inspire souls…you’re unaware off
  • So I leave you with this quote….
  • Very simple words, that I’ve found to be true

Day 19: A habit you wish you didn’t have.

A  habit I wish  I never had…. this is hard for me….not that I’m fearful of exposing my habit, but I really don’t have one.  As I’ve mentioned before that I’m moody, or as some people would term it, I’m sometimeish…one moment I’m all into something and the next minute I’m so not interested, this can be applied to all aspects of my life…..I’m rarely consistent with anything….except for 3 things sleep, eating and shopping…

Since sleeping and eating are first nature….I guess my habit is shopping…..yes I like shop….if you don’t know that, you don’t know Marsha…but then again which girl doesn’t like to shop…..I’m sure its as natural to us girls as men cheating……

I have been spoiled being an only child….and I guess is my mother bruck me bad….as child every time  had an event to attend, I wanted a new outfit, and to this very day…..I haven’t grown it out. You can’t get me out the house unless I have something new to wear….yes I’m a mess…if I do repeat an outfit, I would have ensure that only other person that saw me in that outfit was my mirror….I do repeat clothes, but not within the same crowd. Example I wore an outfit to last year Osmosis and it has been featured in the paper and in the Osmosis magazine…and I repeated it once… to Romz graduation dinner…you can not consider it dead…

So yes that’s my bad habit, acquiring a new item of clothing for every event I attend…sometimes not my entire outfit is new….but something is new….

Kinda wish I didn’t have it…not because I don’t like shopping… and I don’t like wearing new stuff….but I’m sure that what the stores calculate as profit, could actually be savings on may part….

I have somewhat cut down on my partying….and thus on my party shopping….I still visit the clothing stores ever so often, especially Fashion 911…they get new stock every 2 weeks and you’re guaranteed to find a treat everytime you visit….I have to thank DawnieJAE for this fashion introduction…

I have now made a concerted effort to start a US savings account with JMMB (thanx Juju) and I will making a monthly deposits to ensure my savings grow and not stores profit margins…

Day 18: A letter to someone you miss.

My almost 30 years on earth, I think I have hard fair share of deaths….that I have somewhat become numb to it….of all the people I have lost…the one that I miss the most is my brother….the irony is that I don’t miss what we shared….I missed what we never had.

My Brother Andrew was shot and killed at age 32, on March 4th, 2000, I was 18 at the time of his death. Andrew lived with his Mother and Brother in Canada. My first encounter with him was when I was about 6 years old when he came to visit our Dad. There is not much that we could have shared then because of the age difference…but I as a grew older he I would hear from him ever so often..and every time a family member would visit he would be sure to send an age appropriate gift for me.

So why do I miss him….I miss the chance to have an elder brother and little sister relationship, I miss attending his wedding with his then girlfriend Natasha….I miss the opportunity of being an Aunt to his kids….I miss summer trips to Canada with Zaine that he could have gotten the chance to play with his cousins…..

My brother lost his life over something absolutely senseless…..death is so final…and robs the family and friends of  future possibilities….He was an aspiring designer… and I miss the opportunity to wearing his designs or even creating a line with him……at the time of his death he had created several pieces, which I now have the privilege of owning a few from his line….They may not fit me…or I may not wear them….but they are the last memory I have of him…. along with some pressed rose petals…that I took from a rose I threw on his grave…..

Andrew Anthony Robotham… Maybe you live forever in our hearts…..

Day 17: A photo that makes you want to cry.

A photo that evokes sadness….I have so many…I’ve lost so many friends….but the a photo of O’Neil always makes me tear up….still can’t believe he’s gone…. RIP

Day 16: A photo that makes you smile.

Any photo with Zaine makes me smile…just looking at his smile…brings one to my face….there are so many photos that make me smile….it was hard to choose just one….

But I did….

Day 15: What you would do if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant.

Hmmm interesting…..I can’t get someone pregnant…. I’m not a dude…..What would I do if I were to get pregnant…this already happened….. so let me rephrase the challenge to what did I do….

It was about 2 months after my 24th birthday… when I found out I was preggo with Zaine….I wanted a boy from the day I found out…I said to myself That I gave my Mom way too much trouble as a girl…and I named my Tummy Armani…with the hope of it being a boy…

Though I couldn’t eat the first 3 months, I feed on coconut water and mint tea….I embraced my pregnancy and researched the items I needed for my new born, I thought of names….and researched their means….it was reduced to Boy: Zane Benjamin and Girl: Zaria Amanda….

At 5 months I met into a car accident… and I did an ultra sound… was boy he said….so the name Zane Benjamin will be used….. Zane means gift from God, I decided to add the “I” in his name… as I believed the spelling Zayne looked feminine…. so the spelling Zaine….was given to my unborn fetus.

I traveled to the US at 6 months and got all the things that I would need for his arrival…at 7 months I did a photo shoot…something I recommend all expecting Mummies to do…

I also prayed for healthy baby….and a normal child…I was very specific in prayer..10 toes and 10 fingers…I remember even telling God that I could work with 11 toes….but that is the furthest I would expect in abnormalities….I was very happy in my pregnancy…as my mother told me…that the child usually takes on the mood of the mother….I guess that’s why Zaine is so happy now….

A child is blessing…and though I’m 29, and Zaine has been in my life for just 4 years out of the 29, it is hard to fathom my life without him….my life has been changed completely since July 31st, 2006….and I honestly don’t want it any other way…..

So what did I do I embraced it….now I’m embracing motherhood, one milestone at time