Why is it that I ALWAYS have to be the bad guy? the one who tells others that they should know better? The one who has to go behind and fix up and clean up after everyone?? Can a sista have a day off without all hell breaking loose? I mean really. And while we're on the topic, why is it that people expect me to do things that they don't even want to do for themselves? It is wrong for me to say no you cant borrow my car cause you aint got no license, no house, no responsibilities, NO NOTHING!!! Plus you're probally gonna let your no good trifling boyfriend drive my ish and crash it like he crashed yours...
Help me Jesus! HELP ME!!! Can a sista get a day off!!
Why do yuo get mad at me when I say I dont have it?? What do you think I am an ATM? Do you think I have gold bars in my basement? Do you think I am friend with the U.S. Treasury? Do you think somebody gave me an economic bail out plan??
Can a sister get a day off??
Why do you ask me something and then turn around and ask my husband the same damn thing?? Did you think I was lying?? and if I was you don't think that he would corroborate my story? don't you believe me when I tell you that I tell him EVERYTHING??
Can a sista get a day off??
Jeezus! Help me Please...
Help me to understand why you have placed these people in my life.. help me to understand why it is that I expect and demand so much more than people are willing to give/do for themselves. Lord please give a sista a day off.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Maybe It's Just Me!!
I got alot on my mind... so if this post seems like a long rant, it probably is...
My Dilemma
When I was younger my father decided that his girls (me & malisa) should be raised in a "church family". He was a single dad, and must've thought that we would find some sort of guidance and support there. We were baptized, took Communion,and even sang on the children's choir. We participated in every event Monday night prayer service, Wednesday night bible study, Saturday bible School, Sunday morning worship, Christmas & Easter plays... everything.
That was until one year the Church threw a real big event where they closed down the street and invited everyone from the community to come out and "get to know them" the church pulled no stops. they had the BBQ grill lit, pony rides for the little ones, on the spot counseling, blood pressure readings, and all other kinds of stuff... but they forgot all about us.
When I say they forgot, I mean they forgot!!! the ushers (who were little old ladies in white dresses,and nurse shoes) pushed by us to get to the collard greens, the deacons ignored my dad's questions, and the pastor didn't give me a mint that day... My dad quietly gathered us up, got in the car and we never came back again. and the worst part is that no one ever called to see what happened to us.
Yes, I'm serious... It took me years to ever walk into a church again. I guess I was scorned. When I did go back to church I was broken, lost and just so fed up with my current state of affairs. I needed something new, something real. I needed God.
I was greeted, , embraced and welcomed, but after a while I was forgotten.. i became that person who was pushed to the side, the person who's name (or last name) was so darn hard to remember. I became my dad. and now I'm at that point where I am about to quietly gather my children, get in the car and never return.
Now don't get me wrong... my problem is not with God, and neither is my problem with the Church per se, but i do have a problem with faulty organizations... especially when that organization is a church. I have a problem when the one place that I turn to when my shit is all over the place can't quite seem to get their shit together. I have a problem when my children look forward to something that is not stable.. I have a problem!!
Maybe it's just me, Maybe I'm going through some stuff right now and I need to step back from it and take a look around. but what if it ain't me?? how long should I step back? how long should i wait and see?? how long should I long for a church home?? I know that everyone; even pastors, and little old ladies in white dresses and nurse shoes, go through things and may relate to peole in different ways, and I know stuff happens, but come on!!!
here's my plan.. uh oh
I'm not going to quit church, so don't get yourself all worked up... but what I will do is take a hiatus from my current church "home" Let's see what else is out there. let's see if the grass looks greener or if it really is.
My Dilemma
When I was younger my father decided that his girls (me & malisa) should be raised in a "church family". He was a single dad, and must've thought that we would find some sort of guidance and support there. We were baptized, took Communion,and even sang on the children's choir. We participated in every event Monday night prayer service, Wednesday night bible study, Saturday bible School, Sunday morning worship, Christmas & Easter plays... everything.
That was until one year the Church threw a real big event where they closed down the street and invited everyone from the community to come out and "get to know them" the church pulled no stops. they had the BBQ grill lit, pony rides for the little ones, on the spot counseling, blood pressure readings, and all other kinds of stuff... but they forgot all about us.
When I say they forgot, I mean they forgot!!! the ushers (who were little old ladies in white dresses,and nurse shoes) pushed by us to get to the collard greens, the deacons ignored my dad's questions, and the pastor didn't give me a mint that day... My dad quietly gathered us up, got in the car and we never came back again. and the worst part is that no one ever called to see what happened to us.
Yes, I'm serious... It took me years to ever walk into a church again. I guess I was scorned. When I did go back to church I was broken, lost and just so fed up with my current state of affairs. I needed something new, something real. I needed God.
I was greeted, , embraced and welcomed, but after a while I was forgotten.. i became that person who was pushed to the side, the person who's name (or last name) was so darn hard to remember. I became my dad. and now I'm at that point where I am about to quietly gather my children, get in the car and never return.
Now don't get me wrong... my problem is not with God, and neither is my problem with the Church per se, but i do have a problem with faulty organizations... especially when that organization is a church. I have a problem when the one place that I turn to when my shit is all over the place can't quite seem to get their shit together. I have a problem when my children look forward to something that is not stable.. I have a problem!!
Maybe it's just me, Maybe I'm going through some stuff right now and I need to step back from it and take a look around. but what if it ain't me?? how long should I step back? how long should i wait and see?? how long should I long for a church home?? I know that everyone; even pastors, and little old ladies in white dresses and nurse shoes, go through things and may relate to peole in different ways, and I know stuff happens, but come on!!!
here's my plan.. uh oh
I'm not going to quit church, so don't get yourself all worked up... but what I will do is take a hiatus from my current church "home" Let's see what else is out there. let's see if the grass looks greener or if it really is.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Inauguration Day - My Version
Yesterday we (Kyle, His Dad, My Dad, and I) went to Washington in efforts to see Barack H. Obama get Inaugurated as our 44th President... The Nation's First African American President!!!
We decided to climb a barricade, but realized that we weren't in a good place, so we climbed back over and walk up a little further. We ended up way back over near the Washington 
Monument, and we got there just in time. There were no jumbo trons as we hoped for, but there were speakers all over the place.
We all stood in silence as we listened to President Obama get sworn in and once again the crowd went wild. As Obama began his speech heads were nodding, fist were in the air and people were crying. That little girl who recited the Lord's prayer was now smiling and chanting Obama! Obama!
We started our day very early at 3am. Its was eerie how quiet our house was as we all prepared ourselves for the day ahead. I could see in My father in law's eyes as well as in Kyle's that they were both very hopeful, and anxious. by 3:30am we arrived at my father's house, and after another 30 minutes of him trying to locate his I.D. we were on our way to the bus. Ffter freaking out when we thought we were lost, we arrived in Deptford NJ, By now it was 4:30 am. Of course the bus that was supposed to leave at 5am promptly didn't arrive until almost 6am.
The bus ride down was much better than I had expected. Ryan, the guy who coordinated the event put on a Documentary about Obama that got everyone on the bus hype and ready to go... 
I don't know what happened next but I awoke at about 7:00 am we were on the outskirts of Maryland entering the D.C. area; and less then an hour later we had arrived at RFK stadium where we were supposed to board the shuttle which was to take into town.
I don't know what happened next but I awoke at about 7:00 am we were on the outskirts of Maryland entering the D.C. area; and less then an hour later we had arrived at RFK stadium where we were supposed to board the shuttle which was to take into town. We were directed to board the Shuttle buses under the overpass.
and we were one of maybe 10,000 people all trying to go to the same place. It really felt wonderful to be 1 of so many people (mostly Black) of so many different ages, ethnicity's, backgrounds and hues. Although we waited more than an hour to board the bus, no one complained or cussed or even looked like they were unhappy with their place in line. Of course there were a few fools who had too much to say about inappropriate things.. but overall it was beautiful!
Finally!! We were on the shuttle bus, but we still had some ways to go...
Kyle (being the gentleman that he is) offered his seat up to a woman who had a very interesting story. She apparently lived in D.C. for the past 30 years, but had never had any interest in seeing an inauguration prior to this one. She was very hopeful that "the skinny black kid with the big ears" would do so many great and wonderful things for the nation, the world, and most importantly our people. Along the way she gave me a little tour guide pointing out buildings, naming streets and encouraging me to come back later and tour the town with my family. I promised her that I would. Here's some
Kyle (being the gentleman that he is) offered his seat up to a woman who had a very interesting story. She apparently lived in D.C. for the past 30 years, but had never had any interest in seeing an inauguration prior to this one. She was very hopeful that "the skinny black kid with the big ears" would do so many great and wonderful things for the nation, the world, and most importantly our people. Along the way she gave me a little tour guide pointing out buildings, naming streets and encouraging me to come back later and tour the town with my family. I promised her that I would. Here's some pics I took out the bus window....
When we got off of the bus, I was amazed at just how many people there were. There had to be at least 100,000 people just on the streets alone. Everyone was smiling, everyone had hope in 
their eyes, everyone was proud.
their eyes, everyone was proud. People along the routes were selling EVERYTHING... Obama T-shirts $10, Obama Sweat Shirts $20, Obama Bracelets (you know the little rubber ones that Lance Armstrong made popular) $3, Obama Flags $5... Obama Dogs, Yes Hot Dogs $5...
When I say there were alot of people I mean A LOT of People. By my Dad's account it was like the Million Man March, just must more peaceful, and purposeful.
After a good hour of walking we made it to the Mall, or so we thought. It was now 11 am and we were caught right in the middle of hundreds of thousands of people. People were climbing into trees and standing atop port-o potties trying to get a better view.
We decided to climb a barricade, but realized that we weren't in a good place, so we climbed back over and walk up a little further. We ended up way back over near the Washington 
Monument, and we got there just in time. There were no jumbo trons as we hoped for, but there were speakers all over the place. It was AMAZING!!! As I looked around I could see the pride in
faces of some of the older attendees.
As the prayer started, the crowd fell totally silent, with the exception of a little girl who recited the Lord's prayer verbatim.. So cute 
... That's her right here >>>
... That's her right here >>>After the prayer the crowd erupted! everyone started to chant Obama! Obama! Obama! and then it fell quiet again. When Aretha Franklin started to sing, I started to cry. I looked up at the Washington Monument and then again to a guy sitting in a tree with an American Flag waving and I started boo hooing like a baby. I was so overwhelmed with emotion. I hadn't felt this was about the national anthem since I heard it a few days after 9-11.
We all stood in silence as we listened to President Obama get sworn in and once again the crowd went wild. As Obama began his speech heads were nodding, fist were in the air and people were crying. That little girl who recited the Lord's prayer was now smiling and chanting Obama! Obama! Once Obama finished his speech it was like a mass exodus... Everyone, and I mean everyone seemed to be going the same way were were trying to go. We ended up cutting down a back street, and avoided most of the crowd on our way back to the shuttle buses.
By this time I started to feel a little nauseous. I hadn't eaten anything other than a muffin and grape juice earlier in the morning, and I was feeling light headed and dizzy. You know that feeling you get where you feel like you need to vomit, but you know that there's nothing down there to come up??? that was me. All I wanted to do was to find that dude who was selling those Obama Hot dogs, and hug him. I was famished...
It took us about 30 minutes to get back to the shuttle buses, another 30 to actually get on a bus, and about 40 minutes to get back to RFK stadium. Once we got back to the stadium I was able to get a hot dog, and something to drink, and we got back on the bus. By now it was 2:30pm. I scarfed down the terrible hot dog, drank the water down in what felt like one gulp and fell asleep.
Overall, the trip was all that I had expected. I knew that there would be lines, and I knew that there would be crowds. I didn't expect to be as far away from all the action as I was, but it was all worth it,and I would do it again if I could. It was a once in a lifetime event for me.
Overall, the trip was all that I had expected. I knew that there would be lines, and I knew that there would be crowds. I didn't expect to be as far away from all the action as I was, but it was all worth it,and I would do it again if I could. It was a once in a lifetime event for me.
I saw so many acts of kindness, so many smiling faces, so much pride, and it made me feel good. I felt good to be an American. It was Beautiful ! It was in deed a new day :)
Monday, January 19, 2009
Getting Ready, Getting Set, Let's Do It!
For the past few weeks I have been trying to mentally prepare myself for tomorrow, when My dad, Kyle's Dad, Kyle and I will descend, along with the millions of others, onto Washington D.C. for the Inauguration of President-Elect Barack Obama.
I am so hype right now!!!
What started out as a wish for me is actually becoming reality. I few months back I told everyone I knew that I was going to be in D.C on January 20th. I really had no idea how it was going to happen, but I knew that I was going to be there. Along the way we had a few setbacks, one of the people we were carpooling with changed their plans and went down earlier than we could afford to, D.C. decided to close the bridges at 2:00 am (which screwed up our timing) and Amtrak fares were through the roof... I started to loose hope... I started to think up ways to get there, Craigslist maybe (no, I'd probably end up on a billboard with a pewny $5,000 award), Walk It?? maybe.. I was desperate.
Then, just when I had almost given up on the whole D.C. idea I received a text from my best friend, she asked me if I wanted to go to D.C. At first I didn't even respond to it, because anyone who knew me knew that I WANTED TO GO TO D.C. What kind of stupid question was this?? was it a joke?? We texted each other back and forth for about 20 minutes and then I called her, and sho' nuff my girl was serious. Her Brother in -law chartered a bus (way back in November) and had 4 tickets left. I threw down my already half-broken phone and screamed "WE'RE GOING TO WASHINGTON BABY" and almost broke down in tears.
For me, this trip symbolizes alot of things. It in a sense is a lesson in faith, telling me to keep on keeping on and God will surely provide a way. Terry and I joke about being each other's angels because we almost always text or e-mail one another something that lifts us up just when we need it... with out even knowing it. We can go for months without talking to or seeing each other but we always know when one of us is in need. Is amazing.. God is awesome!
It's also a symbol that its my time. It's my time to stop limiting what I can do just because of the obstacles that may be in my way. It's time to stand up, and be accountable and make things happen rather than let them happen.
So as I sit here at work (waiting for the noise to begin) I am getting ready, I am getting set, and I am so ready to do this...
I am so hype right now!!!
What started out as a wish for me is actually becoming reality. I few months back I told everyone I knew that I was going to be in D.C on January 20th. I really had no idea how it was going to happen, but I knew that I was going to be there. Along the way we had a few setbacks, one of the people we were carpooling with changed their plans and went down earlier than we could afford to, D.C. decided to close the bridges at 2:00 am (which screwed up our timing) and Amtrak fares were through the roof... I started to loose hope... I started to think up ways to get there, Craigslist maybe (no, I'd probably end up on a billboard with a pewny $5,000 award), Walk It?? maybe.. I was desperate.
Then, just when I had almost given up on the whole D.C. idea I received a text from my best friend, she asked me if I wanted to go to D.C. At first I didn't even respond to it, because anyone who knew me knew that I WANTED TO GO TO D.C. What kind of stupid question was this?? was it a joke?? We texted each other back and forth for about 20 minutes and then I called her, and sho' nuff my girl was serious. Her Brother in -law chartered a bus (way back in November) and had 4 tickets left. I threw down my already half-broken phone and screamed "WE'RE GOING TO WASHINGTON BABY" and almost broke down in tears.
For me, this trip symbolizes alot of things. It in a sense is a lesson in faith, telling me to keep on keeping on and God will surely provide a way. Terry and I joke about being each other's angels because we almost always text or e-mail one another something that lifts us up just when we need it... with out even knowing it. We can go for months without talking to or seeing each other but we always know when one of us is in need. Is amazing.. God is awesome!
It's also a symbol that its my time. It's my time to stop limiting what I can do just because of the obstacles that may be in my way. It's time to stand up, and be accountable and make things happen rather than let them happen.
So as I sit here at work (waiting for the noise to begin) I am getting ready, I am getting set, and I am so ready to do this...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Write your own happy ending...
I saw this in Essence Magazine and wanted to share it with you...
Rules for writing your own Happy Ending
Remember, you're the star
Most of us are playing out our lives in front of an audience. How many times have you asked yourself what your (fill in the blank) co-worker, neighbor, sister, parents, friends will think? As you make moves towards your dream make sure its your dream that you're living
Know your audience
Take into account every person who might not cheer you on, then mentally cross them off, one by one. You may still care about them, but you have to care about yourself more. This is your life, and no one can crawl inside your skin and live it for you. You determine the outcome of your life, not your mother, not your father, not your grandmother, not your sister."
Trust the butterflies in your stomach
Scared of change? Who isn't? Transform those nerves into energy and make certain you're prepared. Mentally rehearse how you'll rise to the challenge, and soon that stage fright will dissipate. And hold fast to your purpose. When you're ready to relaunch yourself, those nerves will soon become nerves of steel.
Rules for writing your own Happy Ending
Remember, you're the star
Most of us are playing out our lives in front of an audience. How many times have you asked yourself what your (fill in the blank) co-worker, neighbor, sister, parents, friends will think? As you make moves towards your dream make sure its your dream that you're living
Know your audience
Take into account every person who might not cheer you on, then mentally cross them off, one by one. You may still care about them, but you have to care about yourself more. This is your life, and no one can crawl inside your skin and live it for you. You determine the outcome of your life, not your mother, not your father, not your grandmother, not your sister."
Trust the butterflies in your stomach
Scared of change? Who isn't? Transform those nerves into energy and make certain you're prepared. Mentally rehearse how you'll rise to the challenge, and soon that stage fright will dissipate. And hold fast to your purpose. When you're ready to relaunch yourself, those nerves will soon become nerves of steel.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Who you callin' a B$*ch?!?
Philadelphia Parking Authority officer R. James Badge # 02-167, your number is up! I don't know what happened to you prior to 3:54pm on January 15th, But calling me out of my name was totally uncalled for.
Here we are on the eve of a very historic event (The inauguration of the Nation's First Black President), and I have a Black "Man" (and I use that term very loosely to describe you) are calling me a Bitch... Did I mention that it was on the Martin Luther King Jr.'s Birthday? Officer R. James, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
I still don't think that I deserved to get the ticket, but we'll deal with that in court... But I did not deserve to get called out of my name for asking you to explain the ticket to me...
I just want to let you know that your HR Manager has been notified , and I have filed a harassment complaint with the Police Department as well. No one calls Trish a Bitch.. no one!!!
I'm not even mad at you really, I'm just upset that you and people like you are the reason why so many Black women say that all men are dogs, or that Black men ain't shit. I'm upset that men like you are what the world sees when they think of the Black race. I'm upset that you have so little respect for the Black women in your life (your momma, your sisters, your grandma) that you would call another woman (someones Momma, wife, sister)such a horrible name. It's sad. It really is.
All I can offer you is prayer. I'll pray that you get salvation. I'll pray that you learn to love yourself, your race, and maybe even a woman that will teach you how to treat people.
But in the mean time, look out for that citation in the mail. and I'll see you in court...
Here we are on the eve of a very historic event (The inauguration of the Nation's First Black President), and I have a Black "Man" (and I use that term very loosely to describe you) are calling me a Bitch... Did I mention that it was on the Martin Luther King Jr.'s Birthday? Officer R. James, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
I still don't think that I deserved to get the ticket, but we'll deal with that in court... But I did not deserve to get called out of my name for asking you to explain the ticket to me...
I just want to let you know that your HR Manager has been notified , and I have filed a harassment complaint with the Police Department as well. No one calls Trish a Bitch.. no one!!!
I'm not even mad at you really, I'm just upset that you and people like you are the reason why so many Black women say that all men are dogs, or that Black men ain't shit. I'm upset that men like you are what the world sees when they think of the Black race. I'm upset that you have so little respect for the Black women in your life (your momma, your sisters, your grandma) that you would call another woman (someones Momma, wife, sister)such a horrible name. It's sad. It really is.
All I can offer you is prayer. I'll pray that you get salvation. I'll pray that you learn to love yourself, your race, and maybe even a woman that will teach you how to treat people.
But in the mean time, look out for that citation in the mail. and I'll see you in court...
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Miles' first Snow
This past weekend we got .10 whole inches of snow, and Miles Loved it!!!This isn't actually his first snow, but it is the first snow that he has been excited enough to want to go out and play in it. He even ran around for a few minutes saying nooooooo (snooowww). He tried to make a no angel, but there wasn't enough. There was enough to taste though...
BTW, I am not a totally bad mom, the boy had a scarf on, but but he took it off when he tried to make a no angel...
A Funny Knock at The Door
Today at around 9:20 We got a knock on the door...
It was funny for 2 reasons:
1)no one ever knocks, they either ring the bell or walk right on in and:
2)it was one of those beat knocks, you know the one you & your friends do...
Anyways, I opened the door not knowing what to expect and this kid who could not have been over 25 introduces himself as Elder Smith. I say hello to him and quickly realize that he's a Mormon.
He wasn't here to preach the word of Joseph Smith (the Founder of Mormonism), but was there to apologize for crashing his bike into one of our solar lights... He was really really apologetic, and offered to pay me, or do a household chore to pay for the damages... I tried so hard not to laugh, but couldn't contain it.
I reached for his hand, and said "Listen Elder Smith (That's what made me bust out in laughter, calling a kid Elder, I felt like I was calling a three year old Mister), It was an accident, Please don't worry about it".
But he continued to press on... His Friend was in the background holding up the broken light with a concerned look on his face, and I told them that we started out with eight lights and now we're down to five, it's not a big deal...
You could see the relief as it washed over their faces... hey were actualy thanking me for being so gracuious to them...
I closed the door, and stood there for a while wondering if I would do the same... and then I started to think about that maid service that I prayed for, and I wondered if God had sent me not just one, but two maids, and I let it slip away... just kidding about the maid service...
What I really realized is that Yes, there are still Good people out there...
It was funny for 2 reasons:
1)no one ever knocks, they either ring the bell or walk right on in and:
2)it was one of those beat knocks, you know the one you & your friends do...
Anyways, I opened the door not knowing what to expect and this kid who could not have been over 25 introduces himself as Elder Smith. I say hello to him and quickly realize that he's a Mormon.
He wasn't here to preach the word of Joseph Smith (the Founder of Mormonism), but was there to apologize for crashing his bike into one of our solar lights... He was really really apologetic, and offered to pay me, or do a household chore to pay for the damages... I tried so hard not to laugh, but couldn't contain it.
I reached for his hand, and said "Listen Elder Smith (That's what made me bust out in laughter, calling a kid Elder, I felt like I was calling a three year old Mister), It was an accident, Please don't worry about it".
But he continued to press on... His Friend was in the background holding up the broken light with a concerned look on his face, and I told them that we started out with eight lights and now we're down to five, it's not a big deal...
You could see the relief as it washed over their faces... hey were actualy thanking me for being so gracuious to them...
I closed the door, and stood there for a while wondering if I would do the same... and then I started to think about that maid service that I prayed for, and I wondered if God had sent me not just one, but two maids, and I let it slip away... just kidding about the maid service...
What I really realized is that Yes, there are still Good people out there...
Monday, January 5, 2009
A Closed Mouth Won't get Fed...
I heard this saying at least a hundred times; Mostly by my grandma who used it as a way to compare an issue of "Pride" that she felt my father and I shared, but today my sister said it and it immediately made me think about how many things we need but never open our mouths and ask for it.
How many times has your pride gotten in the way of you having something that was attainable?? How many things have you not asked God for because you weren't sure if he'd "respond"?? Or better yet, how many times have you seen someone in need, but refused to act simply because they didn't ask for help?
"God helps those who help themselves" is a quote that I use quite often, mostly when I am either too lazy or to proud to ask for or give help... Did you know that this saying isn't even in the bible? But was a quote by Ben Franklin
Yes, I am guilty as charged. I have a stupid habit of keeping my mouth shut at the wrong times. I've refused help because I didn't want to appear needy or vulnerable. I refused to help others because I didn't want to be around needy or vulnerable people... It's a crazy cycle.
There are so many things we have to offer (to God, our friends, families, co-workers, etc) but we refuse to offer or ask for them. Be it money, a ride to the market, or a simple hug we gotta do better. I gotta do better.
So, as we start this New Year, I offer to you my gifts... No, I can't sing but I don't sound that bad when others are singing really loud, I can bake a mean chocolate cake,and I'm learning to make cookies, I can clean really well(even though you wouldn't know it from my own home and I'm Strong too, so if you need something moved here I am. I can cheer people up, I can make you laugh, and if you wanna go out for a drink I'm your girl. I can sew, I can cook, I can even lend you $20 maybe even $50... I can stay up all night and let you know it's gonna be alright, I can give you advice, I can encourage, I can hug, I can pray with or for you...I can come up with really great ideas (some strange and crazy, but alot of good ones)I can totally spoil a movie or book too. If you need a ride, I got you. If you need gas money give me a call. If you need a place to crash so you can sort things out let me know...
I don't want to stand on the sidelines and watch you break down and refuse to help because you didn't ask... So, If you need anything (and I mean ANYTHING) just ask, and even if you don't ask I'll ask - -
Everything is gonna be alright :-B
How many times has your pride gotten in the way of you having something that was attainable?? How many things have you not asked God for because you weren't sure if he'd "respond"?? Or better yet, how many times have you seen someone in need, but refused to act simply because they didn't ask for help?
"God helps those who help themselves" is a quote that I use quite often, mostly when I am either too lazy or to proud to ask for or give help... Did you know that this saying isn't even in the bible? But was a quote by Ben Franklin
Yes, I am guilty as charged. I have a stupid habit of keeping my mouth shut at the wrong times. I've refused help because I didn't want to appear needy or vulnerable. I refused to help others because I didn't want to be around needy or vulnerable people... It's a crazy cycle.
There are so many things we have to offer (to God, our friends, families, co-workers, etc) but we refuse to offer or ask for them. Be it money, a ride to the market, or a simple hug we gotta do better. I gotta do better.
So, as we start this New Year, I offer to you my gifts... No, I can't sing but I don't sound that bad when others are singing really loud, I can bake a mean chocolate cake,and I'm learning to make cookies, I can clean really well(even though you wouldn't know it from my own home and I'm Strong too, so if you need something moved here I am. I can cheer people up, I can make you laugh, and if you wanna go out for a drink I'm your girl. I can sew, I can cook, I can even lend you $20 maybe even $50... I can stay up all night and let you know it's gonna be alright, I can give you advice, I can encourage, I can hug, I can pray with or for you...I can come up with really great ideas (some strange and crazy, but alot of good ones)I can totally spoil a movie or book too. If you need a ride, I got you. If you need gas money give me a call. If you need a place to crash so you can sort things out let me know...
I don't want to stand on the sidelines and watch you break down and refuse to help because you didn't ask... So, If you need anything (and I mean ANYTHING) just ask, and even if you don't ask I'll ask - -
Everything is gonna be alright :-B
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I gotta get more.....
I gotta get more disciplined!!! And it's not doubt about that. I am the greatest procrastinator I know, I wait until people are on their way to clean, I wait until I'm starving to cook, I wait until bills are past due before I pay them.... I gotta get more disciplined man!
I am sitting here posting a blog when I should be cleaning my house... I gotta get more discplined! I told you...
Maybe I just got too much stuff in my head... Maybe not, what ever it is I gotta get more discplined... I really do
I am sitting here posting a blog when I should be cleaning my house... I gotta get more discplined! I told you...
Maybe I just got too much stuff in my head... Maybe not, what ever it is I gotta get more discplined... I really do
Friday, January 2, 2009
Upon de roof
Have you ever lost something really important? I mean really really important, like your car keys? No...neither have I, But Kyle has...
The case of the missing keys began on the day before New Year's Eve.
The night before we all went out to dinner at 99. We got home a little late, and we all went straight to bed.
The next morning (new year's eve) I walked 'round the corner and opened up shop while Kyle & the kids got a few more hours of beauty rest (Kyle & I take turns so that we dont both get burned out at once). Amyways, at around 10:00 Kyle calls me ans asks me if I have the keys to the car, my response was "I walked... why would I take the keys?" About 20 minutes later I see Kyle and the kids walking up to the daycare. I opened the door and realize that Miles is completley covered from head to toe in a Hanna Montana fleece blanket to keep warm. As embarrasment for the little guy creeps in I rush outside and help Kyle in with the stroller.
Kyle still can not find the keys... Now he's looking in my coat pocket, looking in my purse, checking all over the place and he STILL can't find the keys. Later in the afternoon (when the kids were down for their naps and Malisa was back from Lunch) we trecked back to the house and tried to retrace our steps... an hour later and nothing..and to make matters worse, We were starving.
Kyle's friend Kendall came and took Kyle to the market and to the car part store, but we spent New Year's Eve looking for the car keyes... I was so ehausted that I fell asleep at around 11:30 and totally missed the countdown...
The next day (New Year's Day), we tried to play it cool, but ended up searching high and low for those darn keyes. We looked behind the deep freezer, on the side of the fridge, in the closet, under the radiators.. everywhere... Nothing, Nowhere...
So now today rolls around, and My dad has come to the rescue... On the way out of the back door to meet my dad at the garage Kyle Finds the keys...
Upon de roof
So the the moral of the story is this...
1. Make and keep an extra copy of your keys
2. Check upon de roof
The case of the missing keys began on the day before New Year's Eve.
The night before we all went out to dinner at 99. We got home a little late, and we all went straight to bed.
The next morning (new year's eve) I walked 'round the corner and opened up shop while Kyle & the kids got a few more hours of beauty rest (Kyle & I take turns so that we dont both get burned out at once). Amyways, at around 10:00 Kyle calls me ans asks me if I have the keys to the car, my response was "I walked... why would I take the keys?" About 20 minutes later I see Kyle and the kids walking up to the daycare. I opened the door and realize that Miles is completley covered from head to toe in a Hanna Montana fleece blanket to keep warm. As embarrasment for the little guy creeps in I rush outside and help Kyle in with the stroller.
Kyle still can not find the keys... Now he's looking in my coat pocket, looking in my purse, checking all over the place and he STILL can't find the keys. Later in the afternoon (when the kids were down for their naps and Malisa was back from Lunch) we trecked back to the house and tried to retrace our steps... an hour later and nothing..and to make matters worse, We were starving.
Kyle's friend Kendall came and took Kyle to the market and to the car part store, but we spent New Year's Eve looking for the car keyes... I was so ehausted that I fell asleep at around 11:30 and totally missed the countdown...
The next day (New Year's Day), we tried to play it cool, but ended up searching high and low for those darn keyes. We looked behind the deep freezer, on the side of the fridge, in the closet, under the radiators.. everywhere... Nothing, Nowhere...
So now today rolls around, and My dad has come to the rescue... On the way out of the back door to meet my dad at the garage Kyle Finds the keys...
Upon de roof
So the the moral of the story is this...
1. Make and keep an extra copy of your keys
2. Check upon de roof
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