Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
back with new goodies
new jewelry can be purchashed at http://www.gunsandsprinkles.etsy.com/ or of course at my main website http://www.gunsandsprinkles.com/ sorry i haven't been posting much lately or updating my stores. i've had alot going on lately in my personal life and on top of that whiny bitchy annoying ass people have been getting on my last got damn nerves on etsy. so i kind of just abandoned etsy for a little while but now i'm back, heres a run down of my shops: for lip balms, soap, etc. visit my store http://www.heartsore.etsy.com/ for fun colorful candy inspired jewelry visit http://www.gunsandsprinkles.etsy.com/ my main etsy store is http://www.missbates92.etsy.com/ and again access to all my stores, and exclusive items not available on etsy visit http://www.gunsandsprinkles.com/ more stuff coming soon my shop http://www.fortheloveofdre.etsy.com/ should be up again shortly. new stuff below:![]()
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
excerpt from a book i wrote
Hispanic Girl. White boy. And then there was me and that’s the way it had to be. We had to be racially divided because of the statements made the day before. It was black history month and we were learning about people such as Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks and other African Americans who made an impact on our society, it was clear that some students had a problem with this. The class had always been somewhat divided; but this was obviously worse.
“I’m sick of hearing about black people!” one girl had yelled.
“Why do black people get a whole month? Just because they used to be slaves, why does the whole world have to stop for a month to hear about them?”
The class blew up into disarray, arguing back and forth and exchanging racial remarks and slurs to each other. I was upset that we still lived in a society that only saw color. I wondered how people could be so closed minded. I was disappointed that this was still a problem, but I was having more internal issues than just the surface topics that were clearly taking place in the class.
Being in a classroom where color was an issue was a norm for me, especially this time of year but I was anxious to see when the spotlight would be back on me for a different reason. Growing up as a child with Erb’s Palsy, I was used to being called out for being different. I was usually discriminated against because my arm didn’t look like everyone else’s. I felt ashamed that I didn’t care more about the racial comments being made because they kept the students from talking about my arm. “The girl with the short arm” was the only thing anyone ever knew me as.
Because of the racial tension in class, we weren’t being taught regular lessons. We had to fix what was occurring before resuming classes so the school decided to seat us integrated by race. Black kids never sat with white kids. Hispanics sat in their own area, everyone was segregated. I was seated next to a white girl named Brittany, which was fine with me because she was my friend.
“Want some candy?” Brittany asked. As I reached for the candy, a fellow classmate yells.
“Grab it with the other hand!” Everybody laughs but I don’t see the humor. Race was not the issue anymore.
“Don’t worry about them” Brittany whispers. Robert gets up and tries to hold his hand like I hold mine and everyone laughs even louder
“What are they laughing at?” Jamar asks.
“They’re laughing at Latifah’s weird hand” Ashley answers.
Embarrassed. Hurt. Confused. Words couldn’t even begin to explain how I felt. This continued for another few minutes when the teacher, Miss Robinson, finally rushed over and said “Write the names of everyone who’s talking about you on this piece of paper.” In that moment, I felt a sense of relief. I finally felt like someone actually realized and cared that what was happening to me was painful, and should have been dealt with.
I no longer considered those people my classmates, but my enemies. The only person who didn’t laugh was Brittany. All I could think about is why this was comical, and about why my disadvantage was amusing to them.
For the remainder of class the students continued to laugh at and tease me. I felt helpless. The expressions on Miss Robinsons face as she watched them torment me showed that she wanted to take action.
After class Miss Robinson handled the situation with much dedication and it was clear she was passionate about getting those kids the punishment they deserved. I was surprised that someone was actually standing up for me. At that moment, I decided I needed to start standing up for myself and stop being ashamed of something that was a part of me.
Until that day, my disability was always something I looked at as a problem, and it was hard for me to accept that this was something that was always going to be a part of me for the rest of my life. All of the students involved were eventually suspended. Miss Robinson helped me realize that I shouldn’t be ashamed and that I should speak up against the harsh remarks given to me. Her actions on that day changed my life forever.
“I’m sick of hearing about black people!” one girl had yelled.
“Why do black people get a whole month? Just because they used to be slaves, why does the whole world have to stop for a month to hear about them?”
The class blew up into disarray, arguing back and forth and exchanging racial remarks and slurs to each other. I was upset that we still lived in a society that only saw color. I wondered how people could be so closed minded. I was disappointed that this was still a problem, but I was having more internal issues than just the surface topics that were clearly taking place in the class.
Being in a classroom where color was an issue was a norm for me, especially this time of year but I was anxious to see when the spotlight would be back on me for a different reason. Growing up as a child with Erb’s Palsy, I was used to being called out for being different. I was usually discriminated against because my arm didn’t look like everyone else’s. I felt ashamed that I didn’t care more about the racial comments being made because they kept the students from talking about my arm. “The girl with the short arm” was the only thing anyone ever knew me as.
Because of the racial tension in class, we weren’t being taught regular lessons. We had to fix what was occurring before resuming classes so the school decided to seat us integrated by race. Black kids never sat with white kids. Hispanics sat in their own area, everyone was segregated. I was seated next to a white girl named Brittany, which was fine with me because she was my friend.
“Want some candy?” Brittany asked. As I reached for the candy, a fellow classmate yells.
“Grab it with the other hand!” Everybody laughs but I don’t see the humor. Race was not the issue anymore.
“Don’t worry about them” Brittany whispers. Robert gets up and tries to hold his hand like I hold mine and everyone laughs even louder
“What are they laughing at?” Jamar asks.
“They’re laughing at Latifah’s weird hand” Ashley answers.
Embarrassed. Hurt. Confused. Words couldn’t even begin to explain how I felt. This continued for another few minutes when the teacher, Miss Robinson, finally rushed over and said “Write the names of everyone who’s talking about you on this piece of paper.” In that moment, I felt a sense of relief. I finally felt like someone actually realized and cared that what was happening to me was painful, and should have been dealt with.
I no longer considered those people my classmates, but my enemies. The only person who didn’t laugh was Brittany. All I could think about is why this was comical, and about why my disadvantage was amusing to them.
For the remainder of class the students continued to laugh at and tease me. I felt helpless. The expressions on Miss Robinsons face as she watched them torment me showed that she wanted to take action.
After class Miss Robinson handled the situation with much dedication and it was clear she was passionate about getting those kids the punishment they deserved. I was surprised that someone was actually standing up for me. At that moment, I decided I needed to start standing up for myself and stop being ashamed of something that was a part of me.
Until that day, my disability was always something I looked at as a problem, and it was hard for me to accept that this was something that was always going to be a part of me for the rest of my life. All of the students involved were eventually suspended. Miss Robinson helped me realize that I shouldn’t be ashamed and that I should speak up against the harsh remarks given to me. Her actions on that day changed my life forever.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
ANOTHER POEM I WROTE IN 7TH GRADE
Letting Go
of all the boys I ever met
your the one I won't forget
of all the trouble you got me in
I still wanna see your face again
even though you make me mad
I'm starting to miss you really bad
I say I hate you this is true
but I hate spending days without you
even though we may drift apart
you still have a place in my heart
LATIFAH BATES, 2005
of all the boys I ever met
your the one I won't forget
of all the trouble you got me in
I still wanna see your face again
even though you make me mad
I'm starting to miss you really bad
I say I hate you this is true
but I hate spending days without you
even though we may drift apart
you still have a place in my heart
LATIFAH BATES, 2005
A Poem I found that I wrote in 7th grade made me smile:-)
HOW THINGS WORKOUT
I'M HAVING TROUBLE LETTING YOU GO
BUT I REFUSE TO LET THOSE FEELINGS SHOW
I REMEMBER ALL THE TROUBLE YOU PUT ME THREW
BUT DEEP DOWN INSIDE I STILL LOVE YOU
LOVE WORKS IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY
THAT’S WHY I’M CONFESSING MY LOVE TODAY
YOU WONDER WHY I ACT SO SHY
IT’S BECAUSE I THINK YOUR A SPECIAL GUY
WE DIDN’T SEE WHAT LOVE WAS ALL ABOUT
BUT SOMETIMES THAT’S JUST HOW LOVE WORKS OUT
BY LATIFAH BATES,2005
I'M HAVING TROUBLE LETTING YOU GO
BUT I REFUSE TO LET THOSE FEELINGS SHOW
I REMEMBER ALL THE TROUBLE YOU PUT ME THREW
BUT DEEP DOWN INSIDE I STILL LOVE YOU
LOVE WORKS IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY
THAT’S WHY I’M CONFESSING MY LOVE TODAY
YOU WONDER WHY I ACT SO SHY
IT’S BECAUSE I THINK YOUR A SPECIAL GUY
WE DIDN’T SEE WHAT LOVE WAS ALL ABOUT
BUT SOMETIMES THAT’S JUST HOW LOVE WORKS OUT
BY LATIFAH BATES,2005
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
heart necklace
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
New Stuff
green gummy bear adjustabke ring click here to by now
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
cupcake ring - Guns And Sprinkles
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Jennifer ericson photography
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gold bow ring only 8.00 click here to buy now
ice cream cone necklace only 5.00 click here to buy now
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Saturday, March 26, 2011
New look for my jewelry
Its no secret that photography is the key to selling a great product. Giving a good visual is a key to selling success which is why I’ve totally fallen in love with jennifer ericson's http://jericksonphoto.com/. and I've absolutely fallin in love with her photography and the life she brings to my items look below.
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Life Is Short!
I’ve been totally in love with rapper soulja boy since I was 15, he’s best known for his 2007 his hit crank dat. Some people love him some people hate him but I must admit I’ve definitely fallen victim to the pretty boy swagJ he’s usually tweeting and Ustreaming high on life, until his recent family tragedy his brother deion jenkins,14. died late last sunday night in a terrible car accident.
What I can’t seem to rap my head around is the fact that young children and teens die like this every day but we have murders and millions of criminal roaming the streets healthy and unharmed. this just isn’t fair L stuff like this makes me so sad . even though i don't personally know him or his brother for some reason i just can't stop thinking about it. life is so short people can be here one day and gone the next it's so unfortunate. he didn't even get to really live his life.
Another thing that really angered me is the rude and disrespectful tweets i've been seeing people write on twitter for the most part people have been being very respectful offering their prayers and supprt but of course there's always the few bad apples of the bunch.
Love him or hate him no one deserves to go through this. The boys funeral is today and I hope he can hold his head high and make it through this difficult time. Pray for soulja boy and his family. I know i sure will. :-(
What I can’t seem to rap my head around is the fact that young children and teens die like this every day but we have murders and millions of criminal roaming the streets healthy and unharmed. this just isn’t fair L stuff like this makes me so sad . even though i don't personally know him or his brother for some reason i just can't stop thinking about it. life is so short people can be here one day and gone the next it's so unfortunate. he didn't even get to really live his life.
Another thing that really angered me is the rude and disrespectful tweets i've been seeing people write on twitter for the most part people have been being very respectful offering their prayers and supprt but of course there's always the few bad apples of the bunch.
Love him or hate him no one deserves to go through this. The boys funeral is today and I hope he can hold his head high and make it through this difficult time. Pray for soulja boy and his family. I know i sure will. :-(
Deion Jenkins, (Soulja Boy's Brother)
soulja boy
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