Miz's Write For Life

2009-11-07T06:16:00.000-08:00

FAIRYTales...the untold story.

The Princess and the FRog-

Once upon a time in the great land of Suburbia, a beautiful, vivacious Princess is cruising through the neighborhood in her, shiny, new Mercedes. She's pumping Maxwell through her speakers while enjoying the cool breeze of a beautiful autumn day. When she comes to a stop, she notices the Red Mustang next to her. Something about that car just does something to her, then she notices the driver.

"Dayum," she exclaims under her breath. He was quite the looker.

"How you doing?" he asks.

"Fine, and you?"

"I can see you're fine, but how you doing?"

His casual banter brought a smile to her face.

After a very brief exchange, she gave him her number...i mean who would ever thought she would run into someone so funny, and charming and obviously intelligent at a stop light, in the middle of Suburbia...not her.

There very brief encounter led them into a passionate romance. Yes, the Princess had indeed fell in love and proclaimed to all of Surburbia that she had found her Prince. She married him quickly and planned for other great things to take place, like children, and their someday ascension to King and Queen of Surburbia.

The Prince followed along, and enjoyed his new found wealth and status, because before he was just a frog, but now he was a Prince. Unbeknownest to the Princess, his new status gained him alot of attention, and new admirers. In fact, he was being hit upon on the daily by women who would have never even looked at him. It wouldn't be long before the Prince used his royal scepter on the masses.

The Princess was unaware of his infidelity, and carried on like any Princess would until one day she began to itch...(yeah, down there)...wtf? She asked herself and called upon the Royal Doctor to prescribe her something...because something was amiss.

"I have what?" she screamed..."An STD....oh hell naw!"

She had never stepped out on the Prince...so as quiet as it is kept, she stormed out of the house in search of the Prince and his Royal Scepter.

"His trifling azz is mine!"

The Prince was kicked out of the Palace, stripped of all his things, sent back to the hoods of Surburbia with nothing more than the clothes on his back.

The Princess was heartbroken,she had learned the hard way that her prince was just a horny little toad.

You can turn a frog into a Prince, but his d$ck will make him a dog

the end

2009-11-05T06:29:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it just takes a song to really convey how you feel...

Fistful Of Tears by Maxwell

Feel just like a weight has lifted
How can I repay you help me understand
Currency a fistful of tears I can afford
Fight of your life is not the cost
Time will reveal
All along you’re the one who’s losing

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
Save me my fistful of tears

You can make it disappear girl(boy)
All you got to do is just raise up, face up, stay up
All things will heal we’ll feel it with a kiss from the
skies
Don’t’ you let it go
Don’t’ you let it go

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I wanna throw is a fistful of tears
We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I gotta throw is a fistful of tears
We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I wanna throw is a fistful of tears

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

Fistful Of Tears - Maxwell

2009-11-03T18:54:00.000-08:00

A rose is still a rose...but a Wildflower is forever...

don't ever discount a wildflower or it's beauty

it was made to be distinct and formiddable, to be enjoyed by all

it's color varies, it has a style of it's own

it grows in any season and it it will be back forever more

it is not fickle

nor is it weak

it thrives on what's natural...the rain, the sun, the soil

Even the Bees love its nectar...it is just as sweet any flower

It is not a weed

It grows freely

It lives long

It thrives even in the harshest conditions

It's beautiful

It is vibrant

It has stood the test of time

It may not be a rose, and yet...just as beautiful, just as vibrant...and most importantly...it returns every year.

Wildflowers are special...like any other flower...so treat them as so...

treat them with LOVE!

Let her cry for she's a lady...let her dream, for she's a child...let the rain fall down upon her...she's a free and gentle flower...growing wild.

2009-11-02T16:44:00.000-08:00

Help wanted...

Position - Man in my life

Qualifications - neat, clean, half-way good looking, good heart, desirable, loving, kind, passionate, thinker, motivator, cheerleader, good family man, loves children and teens. A man who can serve God and man. Can go to church with me, but most of all, pray with me. A man who can be a leader, a father to my children, my friend, my lover and my man. Has a job. Has a career or at least aiming for one. No set height requirements, but i can't really do under 5'2". (i'm 5'7") Black, White or other, but i do prefer the darker persuasion. Funny, witty, intelligent is a plus, but the most important thing is...you got to have a heart, and your heart has to be mine.

Age requirement - between 28 and 52...(i've learned from experience 26 is much too young, and over 52 has caused me to detract...unless you've got a young spirit, not on viagra, and can hang with a sista.)

Benefits - Easy on the eyes, and guaranteed to surpise, free healthcare, dental care, loving care. A woman who will go the distance for you...who will hold you up as KING. A passionate, cooking woman, who not only cleans, but does laundry, a Queen in the streets but a freak in the sheets. (lmao right now). A loyal and faithful woman (check out Rich's post...u will know what i mean). You will have a cheerleader, a friend, a lover beyond others, an experienced housewife, and professional who knows how to get things done. You will feel like you have hit the lottery...oh yeah, an i'm not talking about the the Cash4 or Fantasy5...i'm talking about the big one.

Things you may consider - i got a teenage son...oh yeah, sounds simple but it's not. My family is dayum near psychotic...but they will only kill you if you hurt me.

I like wine, and no matter what i will drink it at all costs.

Salary - beyond your wildest imagination...everything you could possibly want and more. This position is career-conditional, in laymens words if you make it through the final cut...you are in there...like forever. Hope that's good enuf for you,

So, if you are still interested...email me at hotmom.com...i'll be waiting, or you can just leave your name, number an email here...that's if you are really, really serious.

lmao...just kidding, kinda

2009-11-01T08:32:00.001-08:00

Sunday Musings...or what's on my mind right now.

November 1, 2009 - one year since i lost my oldest brother. I love you bruh...forever and always.

I'm not sad...but i miss him for sure, got to go see my mom and just hug her, make her smile...and eat whatever she has cooked.

You know cooking...is healing...at least to me...my mom always said when she can't do no more...she can prepare a meal for her kids. This used to be our reward, our birthday present, and back in the day, our Christmas.

So like mom...

When all is said and done...i cook us some Soul Food...nothing better than Food for the Soul!

I find incredible peace while cooking...especially if i'm making an old favorite.

I can't solve everything, or everyone's problem, but i can cook you a great meal, thus showing you i care by preparing a meal just for you.

I love getting up on Saturday and Sunday mornings and cooking breakfast for my kids...i love the look on their faces, (even their grown faces) when they come around the corner to a table of pancakes, sausage, eggs, grits and more if i'm feeling bountiful.

I can talk to you until you are blue in the face.

I can pray for you, and leave it up to God...then after that i cook.

Have a wonderful Sunday FAM...Miz got's some cooking to do.

2009-10-31T06:00:00.000-07:00

Suburban Gangster...
a work of fiction, even though it's real

He's fifteen, wearing baggy jeans, a black long tee, covering a white long tee. He's not sporting the latest and greatest, nor is he blinging in any form...he just exists.

He's alone.

He's down for his homies, never a snitch, keeping it real, never a bitch.

He slings to make money, got his mind in the game, raising the stakes, making his claim on the world as he see's it...he owns it.

School has become a pasttime, all fun and games, nothing to learn there and so he begins to miss hours then days at a time. He has returned to the streets where life lessons are hard and to him, everything to be gained.

He has become a victim and yet he's seen as a criminal, whether he does anything or not, his back is marked, his time is tracked.

Juvy can't hold him, so he's back on the street, shacking with homies, slinging for cash, can't go back home, mom's not having it...can't call up dad...he's not interested. So this is his life...the life of a Suburban Gangster, in and out of Juvy, sentenced to hell, next step for him will be jail.

The moral of the story if there is one is this...this boy did not grow up in the hood, his hood is filled with 200k plus housing in suburbia. His School is ranked as one of the top 100 schools in the country. His parents are middle-class, work hard, live well...where then may i ask is the fallout? Rap music, videos, this whole i want to be gangster bullcrap is ruining our young. When i was growing up we had gangsters living around the corner, but we saw too many of them fall victim to violent crime to ever want to be one...we wanted to be teachers and doctors and lawyers...we lived in the hood and we wanted nothing more than to be out of it. Perhaps having too much breeds some sort of malcontent for the norm.

2009-10-29T14:17:00.000-07:00

America or AMERRIKKKA?

I am American.

I love America.

And there is no place I would rather be…now with that said….why is AMERRIKKKA making me so effing angry as of late. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you why.

-racist mofos, from all walks of life doing and saying stupid shit and getting away with it.

Now, I know all around the country in small towns, shit been going down, affecting our people – a lot we don’t hear about, but thanks to the internet we are learning everyday about the grave injustices that still take place in this country. Seems unbelievable, and yes I gasp, and want to throw up every time I run across a story like this one.

God I love WALMART…but where was the friendly greeter in this case?

Woman facing 15 years in prison for cutting in line at Wal-Mart

While shopping at a Kennett, MO Wal-Mart, Heather Ellis and her cousin decided to split up and find the shortest line. When her cousin found one, she called over Heather to join her in line. The store clerk then proceeds to call Heather out and accuse her of cutting the line. An argument ensued and management and police were called to the scene. After it all went down, Heather Ellis, a 24 year med student, was charged with disturbing the peace, trespassing and two counts of assaulting a police officer.

Read the entire story here:

http://www.thegrio.com/2009/10/after-a-peculiar-incident-nearly.php

And more here:

http://rippdemup.blogspot.com/

I got the idea to post from Rippa’ who urged us all to post a link, or a blog in support of Miss Ellis. And like Rippa, I would like to encourage all of you to link, write a post, or go to this site http://saveheatherellis.com/ and sign the petition. I mean really this could be me, or you…see in AMERIKKKA, black is black, and injustice is the movement of choice.

Peace out…Miz

2009-10-27T16:54:00.000-07:00

Is it in his kiss...

let me be the first to say...it dayum sho is...

The first kiss, any kiss is very important to me...in fact it may be just as important than any connection we make...

yes, fella's it's in his kiss...

that kiss tells me everything about you...whether you have rhythm, whether you can go the distance...whether you have passion...how much are you willing to give...and can we really do this dance.

my lips

my tongue

my passion is not to be dismissed...if you can't dance with me now...there will be no more dances later.

i am kisser

i've been told my lips are magic

my tongue goes where no woman has ever gone before

so believe me when i say...it's in his kiss

because, truth be told...my kiss will uncover YOU!

2009-10-26T00:10:00.000-07:00

Banned from Vegas

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2009-10-25T14:52:00.000-07:00

Lifes biggest secret...Where does love lie?

Why does it seem so far...

Why do it hide itself from me...

Where does love lie?

Is it hidden behind my own brick wall of betrayal...

Does it lie in the midst of my memory...

When i seek it in my own hour, day or moment...

When i wait for it, long for it...someone tell me, where does love lie?

Is it between my dreams and my fantasy?

Somewhere between heaven and hell?

Is it some mystical being waiting to be captured?

I am searching for love...

Is it like gas or air, only felt but never seem.

Tell me

Where does love lie?

Cuz, i am surely in need of IT...Today.

Loves in need of Love today...

2009-10-21T16:40:00.000-07:00

What becomes of a broken dream?

Is up to you.

You are the sole keeper of your dreams...you hold the power to make them come true...standing by, waiting won't make them happen...you have to grab ahold to them, and then do the things to manifest them.

We all have dreams, but we can't let what others say or do deter us...it is a challenge, but is your challenge and no one elses. You have to step up, raise up, quit making excuses, quit biding your time and do what's right for you.

Dreams are visions, and thank God we are blessed with the capacity to dream, to envision, to make known what is unknown...that is a blessing in its self.

We of little faith tend to discount our dreams, deal so much in reality and the woes of the world, how much we got, and what we don't have, and sooner or later, that dream becomes broken.

But dreams are not made on reality, they don't focus on the day to day, they are fixed upon what can be, they rely on faith and work.

I am as guilty as the next person for not putting in the work, for letting my day to day woes allow me to excuse what i was put on this earth for...to negate my own promises...to deny me my dream...but i will willfully admit i am no longer in this place... and not a man alive can keep me from what i am intended to do an achieve in this world...no hidden secrets, no past retributions...can keep me from my destiny.

I will work harder, and longer, like i do for the MAN to achieve my goals.

I will commit to my dream, and find ways, and more ways to achieve what everyone says is undoable.

I will make a difference and live the life i have only dreamed about.

What becomes of a broken dream?

It is always resurrected...always thought of...always in my mind until the day of fruition.

I too have a DREAM!

Do you?

2009-10-18T14:54:00.000-07:00

Clarity...

free from obscurity and easy to understand, the comprehensibility of free expression.

Suddenly i have clarity...

i am clear on my direction, my needs, my wants and desires and my mission in this life.

i can't tell you how it happened or why...but i can tell you that it did.

i know what i want out of a relationship.

i know what i want to do with my writing.

i know my spiritual needs.

i know my financial desires.

i have planned for it...i have envisioned it...and now i can fully see it.

i am clear on where i am at and where i am going.

i am clear on who will be with me and who will not.

Clarity like discernment is a blessing, one that i have never, ever counted on, or depended on, and yet at this place in time...it is what i surely need. It is what drives me...it is my peace.

i am clear on Miz.

2009-10-11T16:08:00.000-07:00

Sunday musings or what's on my mind now...

Hey guys, i know it has been awhile since i last posted...life just got a little busier than i had planned...and i am now coming down off a busy week, a birthday week full of weekend celebrations.

Thanks to those who remembered it was my birthday week. I really appreciated the birthday wishes...oh yeah, one year older...but i feel i'm getting younger everyday.

Had a Birthday gathering at my house last night...it was a blast, full of family and friends, and can you believe it, 2 suitors...well i didn't know one was coming soooooooo, oh well. I enjoyed it, even if i did do most of the cooking...it turned out well.

I seem to be narrowing down my choice of who i want to be with...it's hard to juggle 3 relationships...in fact i haven't really done a good job with it...for some reason there is always 1 someone who rises to the occassion...i only need one, so i really really hope he is the one.

My babygirl came on to celebrate with me...it's been really good seeing her and spending time with her. I love her and my babyboy so much! That's a birthday gift all by itself.

Okay, so this was the first time my family met Chocolate Cutey...and they loved him...i mean come on...who wouldn't he's friendly, cordial, personable and very intelligent. My mom was so taken that she said the following which left me blown away..

"I'm so glad you like my daughter..." MOM! Come on!

My brother asks him if he is going to be at Thanksgiving, then they dish all my past business, including my age to the brother...FAMILY! Come on! Dayum, Dayum, Dayum, but anyway, i have nothing to hide at this point...we can do the Demi/Ashton thing or we don't.

My cousin is on the sidelines growling...GRRRRRRRR! It was too funny, and the really funny thing is...he didn't miss any of it.

All in all fam...i had a great time...another year...another chance.

Have a blessed Sunday!

2009-10-04T15:49:00.001-07:00

Where did we go wrong...or did we?

There has been alot of discussion since the untimely death of a young man in Chicago. Beaten to death among many. No one tried to save him.

There has been discussion about what would cause such an event to happen, and how could not only those involved could take a life without remorse, but also how could those that stood by and videotaped, laughed and gasped as the entire incident happened, how they did not do more than bystand.

I think the most disturbing thing i have been hearing is that our children, this generation is "unsalvagable"...a lost cause. Wow...that is the saddest thing i have ever heard. Even though i read about murders of our youth on the daily, black on black crime, many prosecutions, i still can't say they are "unsalvagable".

I recently responded on another forum about this...and i said that i can't give up on our youth, our young black men, because i am raising one...i can't just walk away from my responsibility as a mother, as an adult, as a caring citizen. What then would that make me? I don't have all the answers, in fact...i have no answers at all...i just know to give up is not the answer. It will not solve anything.

Can a single woman raise a man? This has often been a very conflicting topic. Some of us have no choice...we have to. We are faced with much, and yet we still must continue on. There ideal of single black mother is one so stereotypical and racist that it's surely sickening to my ears. She is a welfare mother, a mother who doesn't care for her kids. She is a drug addict. She doesn't work. She doesn't take part in her childs life. She is the reason and the cause. And now the father...he doesn't care...hasn't been apart of his childs life. He is in other words, just another "babydaddy".

This is a travesty. I'm a single mother. A college graduate. A working mother. A professional. A woman who was married for 22 years, in a stable family unit. And yet, the same element that touches those in ghettos and single homes, has touched my life too. This is the story that isn't told. This is how the media spins a story to say all poor black kids are just at risk. That this only happens to them and it's the parents to blame. Bullshit. It can happen anywhere, to whomever, at anytime. This problem is bigger than the family, bigger than the community...this problem we are now facing is a nationwide problem, a historical problem.

Is there any real answer to this dilemma we face? I think yes, but it will take us letting go of our pride, our time, and devoting ourselves to a bigger cause. How many men or women are willing to risk themselves, their lives to save another? How many are willing to step into the battlefield? We go to war with all kinds of nations for whatever it is we are fighting for, their freedom, their rights...but how many times have we went to war to save our own?

This is a war people.

This is our war.

If we sit idly by and let our children run rampant, show them no care...ignore them...then this will surely be our end.

When mainstream society deem our children "unsalvagable" then we have more to fear...once you reduce a human into an animal...then they will believe they have every right to kill and horde them into jails like cows.

Blame the parents if you will. Blame the community. Blame the government...but if you haven't done a damn thing to assist, then i suggest you place some blame right here, on yourself.

We can no longer talk the talk...as you can see...it only clouds over real issues at bay...lying low, but ready to rise...we have to walk the walk...all of us...because it doesn't matter if your child is rich, middle class or on the edge of poverty...society will only see him as a threat and most likely "unsalvagable".

2009-09-30T15:12:00.000-07:00

5 Steps to getting over HIM…or HER

1.Delete phone number, email address, address….all three, but if you can’t handle it, delete at least one of the three, preferably the phone number, because 9 times out of 10, late in the night, after some brown liquor, and Al Green singing “lay your head…..on my pillow”…YOU ARE GONNA PICK UP THAT PHONE AND CALL! And ladies/and gents this is not a good time to make that call, cuz you are weak, and even though you want him/her back…you don’t want to seem like you are begging. So DELETE PHONE to avoid making this awful mistake, and checking off your first step to Getting over him/her.

2. Delete all files, letters, pictures related to him/her. Remember when I said above to delete the phone number, and I really meant for you to delete all three, because once again, even the most remote contact (email) we will find a reason to email them. It may be a weak moment, it may be some song on the radio, during a rainy night, and I have to mention Liquor cuz liquor is a conduit to foolish behavior. Right after you finish re-reading every letter, every email sent…it has you reminiscing about the good old days…you miss him/her…you think after that 4th glass of wine…that he/she just playing games, he/she wants you to chase…He/She WANTS YOU BACK! NOT You have already told yourself, after he/she didn’t answer your last email that you weren’t gonna email him/her again, and here you go again…just one more time…just got to have the last word…well you’ve had the last word for the last 5 emails…don’t you think he/she got it…yep, believe me…they did.

3. Take some time to reacquaint yourself with who you are. You see, oftentimes we lose ourselves in a relationship, we start off very good, holding our own, reveling in our uniqueness and then there are times when we (in order to please our mate) CHANGE! We become who they perceive us to be, we sweep parts of us under the bed, box up our dreams (label them…check back another day). We become who they want us to be…sometimes these changes are subtle, we may change our hair, because I often heard him comment on that ladies short haircut, sometimes we stop hanging with our friends, because he don’t want us in the streets and even me and my friends only hang out at dinner, he’s concerned that they are all single. We alter our reality to fit their reality. Now STOP this craziness, and don’t ever do this again. Take this time to reflect, some changes are good, but that change that you make has to be for YOU and not for anyone else, or else it is not a true change and overtime your old self will surface and he/she ain’t gonna have a clue as to who you are…in fact you may even hear them say, “I remember when you used to be spicy!” HA! Take this time to find YOU again.

4. It’s been months, and believe me when I say, it’s gonna happen. You are gonna run into him/her somewhere and when it happens and you see him/her with that new love/lust partner, it will cut you like a knife. It will burn like a hot comb to the back of the neck. It will irritate you like something caught up in your teeth, like a deep-seated wedgie, like a stubbed toe, and a banged up knee. But, hold your horses, put on your best smile and look like you are SO DAYUUM HAPPY! This will leave them a bit dumbfounded and yet this is for your benefit alone. Smile and shake hands with his/her new friend, introduce yourself if he/she doesn’t. Then, say how good it was to see them and turn your azz around and walk like you just hit the runway (that’s for my ladies….hehehe). And please wait until you are out of site before you breakdown. This is the last time that he/she will hurt you. IT’s OVER!

5. Get a new Boo! Now I’m not saying you have to go out and fall in love, but at least let someone remind BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL YOU! That you are indeed deserving of royal treatment. You are a QUEEN! You are the KING! Give a toast to the fool who let you go! Marinate in your glory, and strut with your new friend, let them season you again. Let them nourish your ego with accolades and adornment, fertilize your soul with all that you desire…and soon you will flourish, right before everyone’s eyes you will grow and come into your own. And others will begin to comment, asking you have you got a new haircut, or perhaps lost some weight, NOPE, none of that, I am just coming into my season…I am blooming AGAIN!

2009-09-28T16:14:00.000-07:00

I'm an addict...

I have been addicted for most of my life.

I chose to be addicted.

I enjoyed the highs and the lows.

But now...i seem to just float above normal.

Now, i want a choice. Now, i want a change.

I'm an addict.

I'm addicted to LOVE.

I seek it in all the wrong places...i make wrong decisions, sacrifice all for the feeling, the moment, the chance.

I have given up all my worldly possessions for LOVE.

I have sacrificed myself, my morals, my ambitions for LOVE.

I'm an addict.

I am addicted to LOVE.

I find myself craving you in the wee hours of the night, and just after i weeped...then i find myself touching me just to go to sleep.

I'm an addict.

I'm addicted to LOVE.

I think about my future and where would i be without it...i think about my past and where it has lead me...the highs and the lows, the sincerity and the confusion, the faithfulness and the doubt...where would i be, without LOVE.

I seek you in the most unusual places, bars, games, Internet sites...i find you and you find me...and yet, we still can't seem to find each other at the right time.

We laugh and smile, hold conversations way into the night, we touch and dance, we surrender and hold back, we hold onto what's not important just because we are too afraid to embrace what IS. WE capture each others souls, only to let it go on a whim.

We hurt and despise, tease and back away, hate and chastise...all in the name of LOVE?

I am an addict.

I am addicted to LOVE.

My name is Miz...

2009-09-25T18:01:00.000-07:00

SURVIVAL...

It was a late night...i got off a lot later than usual.

It was raining, raining hard...never do listen to the news...prefer music to drama, so i had no idea of what was going on.

I drove home with the radio blasting when i hit some water...it splashed, i lost traction, didn't worry though, just waited for the traction to return.

But it didn't, my car started sliding to the left and to the right.

My motor roared as i tried to gain control, but there was no control. All of sudden water was everywhere, all around me. I immediately dialed 911, but they didn't answer and i couldn't wait, so i crawled to the back of my car, remembering that there is a tire in the back. I have a hatchback.I was able to release the backseats and get to the hatchback. It is pitch black, and water is rising up to my windows...i don't know what is happening. I am scared. I grab my purse and strap it across my chest. I release the tire and sink into it. I don't know how I'm going to get out because the water is soaring around me and the windows won't open anymore, because the power is shutdown, but i had already release the hatchback, so i push and push until it opens. It opens unto a raging river, a soaring flood and i jump.

I am scared, but I'm alive. I'm floating. I can't see anything. I feel things all around me, but i close my eyes and pray. Soon i can feel nothing...soon, i am asleep, drifting, floating...dreaming of family and friends, of past events of future plans...i dream and float...an in reality i think i am dying for sure.

Sunlight awakens me...i can see, but i can't feel a thing...i am floating down a river holding on to a tire and my purse, surrounded by all kinds of things...i am floating...i am drifting, i am crying out...but no one can hear me...i am screaming and yet my scream is just a whisper...i am praying, loudly.

I am rescued.

I am a survivor.

This is just a fictional account of those who have lost their lives in this flood. For those who couldn't find that tire, who couldn't get out...who weren't rescued. This is a reminder an a true testimony to being prepared. I would have never have wondered what i would do in this circumstance, but because of the lives that have been lost i have considered what would be my survival plan. What would i do? What can i do?

My condolences and well wishes go out to all the families who lost someone...to all the families who lost...period. I won't dwell on this long...but we all need to know to be prepared...this incidence has taught to be prepared for something i would have never prepared myself for. This was just a fictional account, and yet...as i was writing it...it felt so real, and i know for the families suffering, it is real. So my prayers go out to them, and i pray for their healing.

2009-09-22T05:24:00.000-07:00

"They all float down here".... Pennywise

6 days of rain = devastation

I would have never believed if i hadn't witnessed it myself...entire neighborhoods underwater, car dealerships underwater, roads washed away. News of deaths and cars being washed away...if i never took it seriously before, i do now...do not drive over a pool of water.

6 days of rain, with more rain to come...

Maybe God is trying to tell us something.

2009-09-20T07:56:00.001-07:00

Sunday musings or what's on my mind right now...

I had a wrote a post on Friday...venting again...but you know what, that ish is in the past and i'm so over it and have moved on.

Sometimes you just have to let ish go.

The constant grey dayz can really play on your mental...could use a little sunshine to brighten my dayz.

But on second thought crime is down.

I drove through a monsoon to see The Color Purple with Ms Fantasia and it was worth it. Fantasia and the rest of the cast threw down. In fact the revamping of the show with new scenes made it even better than the Broadway production.

My mom was so happy to see it and i was happy i was able to take her. She don't get out much anymore... (ie...the cave/house is her haven)

Can you really fall in love without ever meeting someone? Hmmm, i don't know for sure, but i can tell you WORDs are extremely powerful! (btw, check out my poem SAY at Bloggers Delight. See, that's what i'm talking about.

Guess that's it folks...Happy Sunday to you all.

Oh, check this out...just DEAD WRONG!

2009-09-13T07:02:00.001-07:00

The Gift...

I read about this on yahoo the other day and wanted to share it with the fam. After 9/11, one African man was so moved by the pain America suffered on that day that he wanted to do something, give something...here it is in his own words.

“I witnessed so much hurting and my heart was wounded for America,” Naiyomah recalled in a recent phone interview from California, where he has earned a master’s degree in molecular biology from Stanford University. He was so moved that he wanted to “give part of myself.”

“My heart conjured the gift of a calf, the ultimate sacrifice, that would be blessed by my people,’’ he said.

“This is an animal that God gave us when we descended from the sky,” he explained. “We came with the cow. We made a pledge to the cow that we would never give it away and will bring it back if ever it were taken away. That pledge ties the Maasai, the cow and God all together.”

When Naiyomah returned to his village eight months after the Sept. 11 attacks, he related the horrors of that day. His people live in huts with roofs made of sun-baked dung. They could hardly imagine “buildings so tall they can touch the sky.”

Trembling, Naiyomah asked for the blessing of his fellow villagers to give away his only calf. As he did, he “felt the arms of my people reach around me and wrap around all of America.” Thirteen additional cows were offered and blessed for America.

“We had to view Americans as our kinsmen in order to make this huge decision,” said Naiyomah, who served as a consultant on Deedy’s picture book. “That way, we did not betray our promise to the cow.”

His story and deed is being memorialized in a childrens book by local Atlanta Author Carmen Deedy. Deedy's book "14 Cows for America", begins with the terrorist attacks on 9/11 and then tells the story Naiyomah and his gift.

A high point of the story is the depiction of a magnificent tribal ceremony, attended by a diplomat from the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi. The diplomat and his wife made the arduous 600-mile round trip journey to Enoosaen to formally accept the gift of 14 cows.

Because it wasn’t practical to transport the cows to America, the U.S. embassy asked the tribe to keep the blessed cows on behalf of the American people, who are encouraged to visit them as a way to honor those who perished on Sept. 11. The original herd of 14 gifted cattle has grown to 35 (and counting); all these “American” cows are marked on their ear with a symbol resembling the twin towers.

I thought this was a wonderful story of kindness and love. You can read the entire article here.

Local author inspired by Masaai gift to US after 9/11

2009-09-11T10:55:00.000-07:00

Dogs and babies...

Some have often said that both dogs and babies have a keen sense...that they both can sense evil as well as goodness in others. Dogs will bark at you or want to be near to you...babies will cry at the top of their lungs or reach for you. I've witnessed this many times...but yesterday really reminded me of this.

I was at my hairdressers, cooling off after sitting under a hair dryer for nearly 2 hours...(sidenote -heat really irritates the hell out of me, so i wasn't smiling...at all). When a beautiful little baby set down with her mom across from me. From the time the baby sat down she stared at me...she smiled at me, and then said in the sweetest voice:

Hi - waving her tiny hand.

HI - i said... and she broke out into the biggest smile.

While her mother sat under the dryer she ate her french fries, and between bites she would smile at me, then finally she asks.

What is your name?

I really couldn't believe it, because this little one was so young, her mother said she had just turned two and she was articulate and using perfect sentences.

I repeated. You want to know my name?

She says. What is your name?

I said, Diane.

She repeated, Diane and smiled again.

The kind of smile that warms your heart. I instantly felt a kindred spirit with this one. In one little moment i realized with all that is going on in this world...this is what is right with the world. This innocent, beautiful spirit, who with her smile and her hello's made this old woman feel better, and yes smile.

As i left the hairdresser, she waved to me and said BYE!

I didn't want to say goodbye to her...but lol, i couldn't kidnap her from her mom, so i did. I can't really explain to you how she made me feel, how her little hello's and smiles touched me...but if you are a believer like me...all i can say is this moment was meant to remind me of the goodness that still exists...in small things.

Have a great weekend FAM. Stay safe and blessed.

2009-09-08T13:38:00.000-07:00

Only a man...

I was ready to rant...vent...cuss and fuss about all the undo negative rhetoric and total disrespect to our President...yeah i was ready to open up a can of whoopazz, because since i have been on this earth i have never witnessed such evil disregard towards any President, not ever and i have been around to see and witness quite a few...so i have decided not to vent, not to add salt to the fire, not to allow this wave of evil to consume me. I have decided to just be positive, to out think the thinkers, to not allow their unjust, devious assumptions to change my opinion of the President. Their are political blogs that can and will discern whats taking place here...there are facts to back up what is taking place here, but most of all there is plenty of opinion about what is taking place here...i will leave that discussion to those who seek to discuss, and battle President Obama's initiative whether it be health or education or our environment, or finances...i have my own opinion, but i would like to keep that to myself. So fam...i am just going to play this video...because in the end of the day...all i can do is pray for this country, pray for my family and pray for this President...after all he is only A man.

2009-09-06T05:25:00.000-07:00

Sunday musings or what's on my mind right now...

Crime is on the rise and innocent folk are dying...i think i'm gonna get me a gun.

Never ever considered arming myself, but being a single women, living alone with my son...i need to protect myself...never thought it would come to this.

Nikki's post on time, linked again at The Rich House was a timely reminder of what little time we have...it has reminded me of what's important...and how i must prioritize my time...make better use of my time.

And so i have deleted another "Social Networking" account...spending way too much time chatting with folks i don't know about stuff i really don't care about...bye-bye

So theres just Blogger and Twitter...i'm not as addicted to Twitter, so i think i can hang onto that one. I still have a MYSPACE but i don't ever go there anymore...So Blogger is it...

Have you ever invested yourself into someone only to find out they were not so invested in you...it's a bummer, but an early wake up call, which brings up the old wise saying...."Don't make someone a priority in your life, when you are only an option in theirs"...So TRUE!

I'm usually quite balanced, being the Libra that i am...i'm at my best when my scales are balanced...but the moment the scales slip...i'm my own worst enemy...my emotions are off the chain...anger resides where calm used to be...and yes i am ready to attack. This happened to me yesterday...this only happens when i sense that someone is being unfair, unjust...and i seek to know why. You know some folks just don't want to be straight with you...they dance around your questions, and this only infuriates me more...thus the scales now are being weighed down with doubt, fear...an i begin to feel just used, then hurt. Today i am better...today i understand, i see clearly that we are all flawed in some way...even the most perfect person can be wrong at times. So i forgive him and hope he forgives me too.

It's been nearly 4 years that i have been blogging...and 3 years since i met some of my favorite bloggers...i think next year we ought to plan a Blogger Reunion...it's only fitting...what say you FAM?

2009-09-01T17:21:00.000-07:00

This is dedicated to the memory and life of Nikki Harris aka the Iniqituous1 She was a wonderful woman that i never had a chance to meet, a talented writer who blessed us with her words...rest in peace my sister...you are/will be surely missed.

What IF...

-You woke up the next morning and found out the one you love had passed on

-You never told them you loved them

-You hurt them deliberately and never said you were sorry

-You knew they loved you, but you failed to recognize it, ignored it, discounted it

-You had one more chance to make a difference

Would you change? Would you take the plunge? Would you forgive for the sake of love?

Life is not promised...every moment we share is precious...please hug, tell someone, tell that someone you love them TODAY...because tomorrow is not promised.

Nikki you were simply beautiful!

Simply Beautiful - Queen Latifah

2009-08-28T10:42:00.001-07:00

ME: Hello, is this the MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD SHOP?

HIM: Yes it is...

ME: Man, y'all still open?

HIM: Yep, 24/7

ME: Well the Good Doctor prescribed me with some TLC...do y'all cover that?

HIM: Indeed we do.

ME: Good, then i need an order for delivery.

HIM: Go right ahead with your order ma'am.

ME: Okay i would like to start with 2 dozen hugs...not the hug and slap your back kind, but the lingering and holding kind. The latter is too hard and cold for me.

HIM: I got that.

ME: And i would like to try 2 of your mesmerizing back rubs, with oil...the scented kind...

HIM: 2 maybe a little much...might put you to sleep.

ME: Oh, then just give me one, cuz i don't want to fall asleep.

HIM: 1 it is...anything else?

ME: How are your kisses?

HIM: Excellent, we are known for our kisses.

ME: Good, then give me the variety pack, with the cheeks, forehead, lips, tongue and oh, the neck.

HIM: You got it...great choice.

ME: Thanks.

HIM: Will there be anything else ma'am?

ME: No, i think that's it...starting light you know...so what is my charge?

HIM: No charge.

ME: Well alright then...I'll be waiting.

HIM: Be sure to leave a porch light on...we don't want to deliver to the wrong house.

If only...

Have a great weekend FAM!