Sunday, August 23, 2009

Bad Habits....Still In a MAXWELL kind of mood

He is a bad habit, but I'm not talking about Maxwell. I'm talking about a real bad habit in my life that Maxwell was singing about. When he calls I get excited but I don't understand why he's thinking about me. He's unavailable. unattainable. I can't have him because he already belongs to someone else. I don't want hers, I want my own. Meanwhile, hes calling me for only God knows what. Who am I kidding? I know what. I'm just as much as his bad habit as he is mine. Truthfully we have tried to set boundaries, they didn't work.

This is the highest cost
Take you and make you off
Love you and leave you lost
Will you forgive me?

If I just had a few more weeks maybe everything would have been different. Had I not moved when I did, he could have had a friend in me. Someone he could hang with and have pleasant conversation. He wouldn't be in such a foul mood about his environment. A mutual friend tried to tell me about him. When we finally did connect I was amazed that we were in the same proximity and neither one of us knew the other existed. The irony of it all. When the connection finally came, it was on the evening when I moved away via an instant message. We talked and laughed and began feeling each other out. We finally met face to face and the chemistry was clear. It was going to go down. It's okay because by the following week I was going to be back in my own misery far, far away.

But he should not have kissed me. He should not have kissed me in a way that made the orgasm be mistaken for love. Kissing is too intimate. His kiss created a false sense of security and even though I knew better, even though I consider myself a fairly intelligent woman that moment inside the flesh was carried with me to North Carolina and remains to this day.
Lady when we lock it low (ah, ah)
We get together its an overdose
I'm slippin, I'm here, I'm on my knees
I feel my heart's about to explode
Now the whole situation has changed. Pseudo boundaries create an awkward interaction. Insatiable curiosity creates passion because of the distance between us. Guilt is left behind when the door is closed. Conversations are filled with angry words that penetrates deep within my soul. I'm sensitive and gentle yet he deliberately poisons my thoughts to hate him and simultaneously gives me the antidote to want him even more. A vicious cycle of pushing and pulling. I come back like a battered woman thinking that this time won't be as bad as the last time.

You got me, you got me
Slippin around with it
Around with it, oh why?
You got me sick with this love, baby
I'm so, I'm so in love I can't come down

Nothing good could ever come of this situation.


Will you forgive me?



Thursday, August 13, 2009

I miss you too!


Yeah, I've been gone for a while now. Trust me I've had a lot to say, but just refused to start blogging. IM SORRY...can you forgive me??? Speaking of "forgive me" I've seen MAXWELL three times in the last 10 months. I'm totally MAXXED OUT. I told myself that I wouldn't go to another concert until the SUMMER cd comes out in 2010. <>> We will see how that goes. I'll hollah at you all soon, I have more time on my hands now...I'll create the opportunity to catch my bloggers up.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

1/20/2009


My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

The Night I Was In Love...






You can't imagine my thrill.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Playing Catch up....

A lot of things occured during this hiatus, my birthday, my babydaddy, my black president.

I spent my birthday in New York once again and this time my buddy Lance (bloggin ass blogger without a blog) had the opportunity to escort my fellow cast mates around beautiful NYC...


I don't know if I had the opportunity to tell you guys this, but you really made my birthday special. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for celebrating my "Sweet 16x2+2"

Sidenote: I would also like to thank the random white guy that got caught up in buying my drinks.



It took me some time to even fathom this trade. Un-flippin-believable. My heart hearts because of this trade. I was recently watching a Pistons game thinking: "oh, he looks so good on the court"


In other news: Pistons with AI 0-2; Denver with Chauncey 2-0
I quit this bytch. Seriously.

Ladies and gentleman, I will now introduce the President of the United States. Barack Obama!!!!


I voted y'all and it felt great!!

I just voted. I prayed, cried and laid hands on my ballot feeling chills, jubilation, amazement, hope and gratitude. I felt the past, present and future all at the same time converging in one small ballot booth! Thank you God. Thank you to all my ancestors and civil rights leaders and unknown faces who died, marched, struggled, sat in jail and worked tirelessly with their tenacity and audacity to hope and believe in this wonderful day. This is the day the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it. Let us pray it forward for divine right action to overcome confusion, complacency, hatred, procrastination or trickery in this election.

~ Jewel Diamond Taylor

Friday, October 24, 2008

don't start trippin WHEN HE WINS

Myspace Codes & Myspace Code
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To keep the peace and keep a lot of folks from getting nervous, I think we should develop a list of acceptable celebrations and behaviors we should probably avoid - at least for the first few days:

1 . No crying, hugging or shouting 'Thank you, Lord' - at least not in public.

2 . No high-fives - at least not unless the area is clear and there are no witnesses.

3. No laughing at the McCain/Palin supporters.

4. No calling in sick on November 5th. They'll get nervous if too many of us don't show up.

5. We're allowed to give each other knowing winks or nods in passing. Just try to keep from grinning too hard.

6. No singing loudly, 'We've Come This Far By Faith'(it WILL be acceptable to hum softly

7. No bringing barbeque ribs or fried chicken for lunch in the company lunchroom for at least a week(no chitterlings AT ALL! This may make us seem too ethnic.)

8. No leaving Kool-aid packages at the water fountain.

9. No Cupid Shuffle during breaks(this could indicate a little too much excitement.)

10. Please no Moving On Up music (we are going to try to remain humble.)

11. No grits, chicken & waffles and half & half for breakfast in the office

12. No Obama Shuffle on the back parking lot or down the hall to the conference room.

13. No singing loudly..."Ain't No stopping Us now"

14. No block parties circling the perimeter of the White House

If I've missed anything, feel free to add to the list. I just want to make sure we're all on the same page when Obama brings this thing home on November 5th. Now let's make this thing happen!!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Titties! Boobies! Sweater Puppets!



Hey everyone!

Along with celebrating my birthday this month we need to stop for a moment and celebrate the breasts!!!! I have provided a link where all you have to do is click and it helps educated and provide mammograms for those who can't afford one.

This time next year will be my exciting 35th birthday, and I will get my very first mammogram! Ive been excited about this proceedure since I was about 27. I don't know why, its just part of that love/hate relationship that i have with my own mammaries.

The Breast Cancer Site is proud to be partnered with the nonprofit National Breast Cancer Foundation in its mission to save lives by increasing awareness of breast cancer through education and providing mammograms for those in need.

Make sure you click the link for someone to have the education, and boobies squished they women need it.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

my only McInsane blog post..ever



The best part of this video doesn't occur until 3:40 of the video. It shows what McCain actually did after he suspended his campaign.

Have I ever told you how much I love the Daily Show????

Obama Rally - North Carolina

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

the BEAST!

Lately I've been getting my fitness on, doing something aerobic at the minimum of five times a week. I've been doing really good too, losing a total of 13 lbs., perhaps within the last two in a half months.

One would think that I'm doing it to feel better, and to look better but that could be the furthest from the truth. I had gotten into a rut where I really didn't care. I enjoyed eating. What happened was I got a physical and it was determined that I am a full blown diabetic. The doctor told me that I was too young for him to feed me poison and was sure that if I lost the pounds this whole diabetes thing would go away. Upon learning this diagnosis I became very angry and depressed upon the notion of having this disease. I hated knowing that I would be deprived of the very thing that gave me comfort within my loneliness in this city I would never call home. The idea pissed me off royally because it was another thing in my life I had to deal with when I would rather ignore.

My doctor made me go to a few classes on understanding diabetes and enlisted a registered dietitian to put me on track. This RD was a Navy bulldog that talked too loud and gave me a headache every time I met with him. I did learn a few things, like reading labels and relearning how to grocery shop. Soon the lifestyle began to change. When I went into the doctors office for a second checkup, I had already lost 7 lbs and my blood pressure was "outstanding" according to the nurse. My doctor gave me an A+ report. He told me as long as I continued my routine I could avoid the drugs, which our primary goal. I was eating healthier and my sugar levels began to be under my control. Not perfect, but in control. I figured eventually, if it got waaay out of control the loss of a foot could prevent me from wearing my bangin' shoes and boots. The alternative no longer became an option.

All of that leads me to today. About two weeks ago I joined the YMCA because the gym in my condo was no longer challenging me. I wanted to step my game up but when I joined the Y, I then turned around and filled out a cancellation notice to end November 15. My thoughts are that by Thanksgiving...its going to be a WRAP! Seriously, I would have improved my condition by my next doctors visit. Okay so for the past two weeks I've been eyeing this machine:

It is the Nautilus TreadClimber, I have been intimidated to say the least. One reason is because I don't walk straight and all kinds of foolishness runs through my mind about getting a shoe lace caught and falling on my arse. You see with this thing, as you step you are also climbing on an incline at the same damn time. I see people on it and it looked easy enough. Today I decided not to punk out, because another guy was on my treadmill that is hidden in a corner with a nice view of the city. When I finally got my coordination into gear, I immediately became winded! Like, I can't talk winded. It only had been a minute in a half. In three minutes I was sweating and burning calories faster that I thought could be possible in three minutes. When I got to five minutes I was ready to quit because that pang in my side started appear. THIS THING IS A BEAST!!!! I can't stop, wont stop... uhh, uhh no.
At six minutes (Dougie Fresh) I put my hands on the pads to check my heart rate. No it didn't say 161,162,163....162. I knew then that I was at my maximum heart rate. In six minutes!!! Are you kidding me???? I was looking around look to see if anybody could see that I was about to die. Nope, everybody including myself were into their iPods.

Oh, I didn't mention that I was only going at a rate of 3.0 with an incline of 3.5. On a traditional treadmill, I've gotten to a walking pace of 3.5 with a 3.5 incline, only to burn around 68 calories in 15 minutes. But on this BEAST I was barely moving and burned 68 calories in 6 minutes and my heart about to explode out of my chest. I thought, "Sheletha, just get to 15 minutes. You can get on the other treadmill for 30 minutes to finish your cardio." I agreed with myself and pressed on to 15 minutes on the BEAST!

In my iPod I have a 15 minute exercise play list...I was so happy when I got to my last song which is Marvin Sapps "Praise Him In Advance" And oh how I was praising Him as I was counting down the last minute and a half. Sapp's crescendo was the icing on the cake to finish that BEAST!

In the end I was more than a conqueror completing my fifteen minutes, 210 calories burned and I was astonished as I realized I didn't even complete a mile. Another day, another goal.

As of now I look like this:

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

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.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008


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.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

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! :-)

Monday, July 14, 2008

Never would have paid it



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

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Pause Click Pause Click

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.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

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...

Thursday, April 03, 2008

What ever happend to....

CANDYMAN?????

This is a str8 up throwback. I've been thinking about this song for weeks, and I thought I would see if you all remember this cat and his song 'knockin boots.' I believe I was in the 8th grade when this song came back.

G'head bob ya head...

Monday, March 31, 2008

Maximize Your Singleness



Believe me when I say: This is ministering to me.



Matt. 6:33 and he will give you all you need from day to day if you live for him and make the Kingdom of God your primary concern. NLT
Being single is not a curse, it's a blessing. You must realize that while you are single, you can do more for the Kingdom of God than you can while you are married. You answer to God alone and you can move and go as you please. Paul was teaching how good it is to be married, but how much better it is to be single for a season of growth. Plus, as a single, you can focus on finding God and your purpose without having to please God and a spouse. This is a time for you to move into your calling and then find or be found by that special person that fits into the plan of God for your life. But if you don't know God's plan for you, then you are dangerous to others and you should not even consider marriage! Allow God to use you before you begin to pray for a spouse.
Serve God while you are single and realize that it is an opportune time to grow in him.
Tips to being an empowered single Christian in 2008:
- Don't hang out with married people all the time!!! (that will only make you feel odd and long for a partner)
- Stop listening to, reading, and watching movies, books, videos, and music that promote sex and sexual relations. (you don't need that)
- Seek the Kingdom of God by reading the word, praying for others, and being active in your fellowship.
- Be careful in developing relationships with the opposite sex. (if you aren't ready to marry, don't get close!)
- Pick your friends carefully. Don't hang around folks that are deadbeats and aren't going anywhere in life. (surround yourself with people that are already where you are trying go! That will only boost your drive!)
- Don't settle! (if he or she isn't sent from God to you then don't accept it! if you do, you may find yourself lowering your standards for the sake of love. that's a big mistake! )
- Spend time investing in yourself. While you are single, you can do this and not be selfish. Take advantage of that.
- Learn who you are in Christ and appreciate who he made you to be.
- Don't listen to negative talk about youself, but know in your heart how special you are to God and how special you will be to someone in the future. Anyone that does not consider you special does not deserve your friendship or your time.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Obama Hype and Movies

I'm sad because Obama is in my proximity and I can't go!!! He's having a Town Hall meeting today in Greensboro and they only gave away 2000 tickets...Unbelievable, I tried everything in my might to get these tickets to no avail. Okay...moving on. (If he shows up at the N&R, I'll let you know!)


Summer Movies of 2008 that I'm looking forward to seeing:

IronMan - May 2


Wall-E June,27

He kinda reminds me of Number 5 from Short Circuit.