Don't Miss It

Diamonds can be overlooked seen as a piece of rock. The same is true for opportunities.

An opportunity can be overlooked by the untrained eye or the person not determined enough to discover and seek success. Are you sitting on your assets? Are you asking for help, customers, love, money, a job, a car or a new place to live, but feel you are at a dead end?

Resources, people and ideas are all around you. Once you become focused and motivated, you will turn over every stone. You will seek answers, customers, referrals and support from unfamiliar places. Don't miss an opportunity because you misjudge a person or an organization.

Are you allowing fear, clutter, depression, frustration or procrastination to keep you in a stronghold of inactivity? Your faith, intelligence, past experiences, courage, willingness, self-esteem, creativity and persistence are your assets.

Don't minimize your strengths.

Don't be afraid to ask for what you want. Ask for the business.

Ask for the sale. Ask for the loan/grant/scholarship. Ask for the job.

Ask for support.

Take positive action today to experience relief and results in your life. Do not sit on your assets.

There is something about him...I'm not sure what it is, but a man with dreadlocks is my current obsession.

Don't get me wrong, I still love a cut close fresh fade, or straight-up, clean bald head to palm in my hand. But those natural locks have been catching my eye as of late.

I'm not talking about the ganja smokin, gin drinkin type dude with dreads. His are almost repulsive because his hair reeks of smoke and the last thing he killed and ate.

I'm thinking of that chocolate brotha...clean and sophisticated. Hair that smells of natural juices and berries, cared for in the most special way.

Is he as sensual as my mind makes him out to be?

Is he artistic and cultured as the next Renaissance man?

Does he have the strength of a modern day Samson?

Is he gentle, yet strong?

Is he patient and kind?

Oh how I just want to hug him with his arms around my waist and his hair falling in my face with my senses overloaded by his undeniable masculinity.

I don't know him, but I see him, either in a custom made suit or t-shirt and jeans. Walking around town or the mall. I'm amazed that he can't hear my quickened heartbeat when he comes near. This man moooooooves me to think naughty, nasty, freaky things.

This epitome of a man doesn't even know I exist. It's okay, because one day...I may get me my own luscious-lipped dreaded black man, until then I'll fantasize from afar.

Have a great day....

Good morning. A positive attitude has nothing to do with what happens to
you. Its what you do with, and how you react to, what happens to you!!
Your humor, internal belief system, and your ability to look at things
from a different perspective. That's the key to a positive attitude!
Stuck in traffic, NO PROBLEM! Turn on the radio and laugh! Its all how
you look at life! Have a happy week! :-)

Never would have paid it

This is sooo crazy, I had to post it. Make sure you see the real post below.

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Hey I know its been a while since you have seen something I have written, sorry I really haven't been motivated as of late. But I would give you the wonderful, fabulous me as I play in some of my clothes and shoes. Yeah, I know real shallow...but whatever, this is what you get! Some deep stuff might come later.

What's been going on with me in the last few months??? Nothing really. I work and I come home. I've been working out lately, due to doctors orders. What started as a routine check up ended up as being a precursor to diabetes interrupting my life. So now I must begin a dramtic lifestyle change. I know its going to be for the best of my health and also change the way I look, which is something to look forward to, but its the process man! It has taken some time to change my attitude about it and get with the flippin program. I don't like it, but I'm going to do it.

I have made some progress on my goals for the year. I did my taxes on time, found a doctor, and still on the hunt for a church home. Somethings are on delay. I'll get to them eventually.

I've grown my hair...its still on the short side but its definately longer than what I'm used to. It seems as if every fifth person has a short and sassy look to them. It's all very cute, but I get exhausted looking at my head on other peoples bodies. So with that there came change. Again I don't like the process of growing it out, but I'm doing it anyway. I even started taking prenatal pills to help it along. Its doing something.

I havent been back to Michigan since February. My plan is to head back home at the end of July. We'll see what happens then...

Love life??? non-exsistant. I've met some people only to not see them again (or in some cases, not at all). I don't know what that is all about. I'm not going down the road of negative self talk, so I'll end that sentence right there.

My feelings about da 'boro are still the same. However, going back to Michigan again isn't an option. It's more of doing what I have to do to be self sufficient and an intense longing for comfort and security. I really don't know what it will take for me to like being here, so accepting it is the only alternative. Ironically, many people from Michigan that I know from college are making their way to the south. I learned that from FaceBook.

Living the Legacy of Love

HAPPY FATHERS DAY

Laughing Through My Tears

It took me a minute to be able to write this, but I finally can without the waterworks. Well, at least I think. Tragic thing is, as soon as I think Im ready I get another blow...earlier today my mothers sister passed away. It hasn't been no more than sixty days since my daddy has been gone. I even find myself still crying about that loss, and now this. Rest Peacefully Aunt Cora.

Another funeral. Another mourning, and prolly some more laughs. When my daddy passed away the comedy didn't stop, which is the reason of this post. I found myself at times laughing through my tears.

My sister number two and I had the duty of picking out my daddy's burial suit. The people at the funeral home wanted everything. I mean everything undershirt, underwear, and socks included. I still can't understand why all that is needed. Sister #2 thought it would be funny to get the silky boxers that we knew he hated. Daddy was really old school, for him nothing but Fruit of the Looms would do. We started playing scenarios of Daddy haunting her about those drawls. It got loonier and loonier as we kept coming up with facts and examples. I picked some boxer briefs that one of us daughters had bought him that he never even took out of the package.

We are going through his closet finding suit after suit, not really agreeing or disagreeing but wondering if it would fit him, until we both came to the realization of "does it really matter????" Sister #2 was even going to request taking some of him out just to make his pants fit. Silly I know.

Sister #1 was responsible of putting as much of the program together as she could. Mommah had made the request of having Marvin Sapp's song Never Would Have Made It be played during the family hour. Well, Sister #2 questioned if we ever heard the lyrics of the song, setting her position as "well, he (my daddy) didn't make it, oh and the i would have lost my mind...well, he (my daddy)had Alzheimer's." I conceded because the rationale was so funny.

Okay so you know during the funeral I'm all broke up in the grieving process. I really wasn't prepared to see my daddy lying in that casket. My church assigned me with my own personal "amour bearer" (for the lack of a better word) and she kept giving me bottles of water to help comfort me. Well, of course during the middle of the service I had to pee LAM!!!! I leaned into my sister #1 and tell her my situation. She's like, "Can't you hold it???" I said, "I have been." I felt like I was going to explode. My saving grace was when my mommah got up to leave the sanctuary, so I pretended like I was going to watch after her and headed straight to the potty. Lo and behold, she was on her way to the restroom too! I was running, trying not to slip in my stellar shoes that I had just purchase a couple of weeks before. Church people came after us making sure we were okay, it was a small clamour of chaos...I assured them I was fine, for that moment.

My daddy was a veteran and influenced my cousin to go into the military after college. She swears that it was the best thing for her to do, she's high ranking and settled all because of Daddy. The most sentimental part of the whole day was when she presented the United States flag to my mommah after his twenty-one gun salute. I kinda lost it then too. But what messed me up was that later that night she told me that she forgot to pack enough panties (she was rushing to get to Michigan) and since the day started out so early she couldn't get any new ones. I said, "you saluted my daddy going commando???? tha nerve!!" I laughed so hard I pooted.

So now I have to go through all of this again for my aunt. My family will surely provide me with some laughs for all to enjoy at a later time. Im tired now, if I have your number more than likely I will be calling more than Im blogging. I'll see you when Im looking at you...