Thursday, December 22, 2011

My First Bike!

Isn't she lovely? The wheels, the kickstand, the seat! Pure beauty! I so love her! Huh? Yeah, I'm a grown woman and this is a child's bike. What does that have to do with anything? Oh, I'm sorry! Let me explain!

This is my daughter Dasia's Christmas present from "Santa." She's 8 and she asked for a bike this year. When "Santa" heard the words, "Mommy, I want a bike," "Santa" nearly burst into tears. Her words bought back memories of longing and wishing that my parents would buy me a bike. When I was a child I NEVER had a bike of my own. What kind of childhood is complete without a bike?

See, one time when I was mmmmmmm, maybe 7, my 2 friends rode up and down the sidewalk on a banana seat bike. It was 3 of us on one bike, but that's what kids do; a whole lotta stupid stuff. We didn't know it was a dumb thing to do, we just knew it was fun!

After a few laughter filled rides our fun came to an ,"Awwww, dayum! They done bust they asses," ride! I was in front and had control (or so I thought) of the handle bars and was the main peddler. It was my friends bike, so I knew my ride would soon end and I'd only have a bike in my dreams. I went hard for mine! My going hard turned into my falling on my face, chipping my front tooth, busting my lip and my knee!

Talk about a child screaming! I can't recall if my friends got to' up like I did. I think they fell on top on me('-') Somebody picked me up and walked me home. I mean I was screaming. Once I saw the blood running down my leg I got louder. My face stung, too. I got $#*&@# WAY UP!

All I wanted was comfort and for my face to stop stinging and throbbing. Instead I got blasted! My mother grabbed my arm and yelled, "I'm taking you to your father!" I guess I interrupted her soap opera. When my father saw me he grabbed me and commenced to whoopin' my entire pained ass! Why? I was already screaming, my leg was bleeding, my face stinging...Why? I guess I interrupted his next swig...('-')

I still don't understand why I got blasted by my parents. The old you shouldn't have been on the bike in the first place comes to mind, but dayum? Getting blasted on top of already being to' up? I love my parents, I really do. The 70's...the 70's...

You know, for the longest time I thought my nose was flat from the bike accident. And then I studied my mother's face. Thanks Ma for that the flat wide nose...good lookin' out.

That fateful day led to my parent's never buying me a bike. When my father said, "Don't ask 'cause you ain't gettin' it," you didn't ask. I'll have to write about my love for Crayola Crayons and Cranberry Sauce, too. One can of Cranberry Sauce during the holidays! What's the matter with people? Make sure you read the post, Nilla Luv. Can't get a Vanilla Wafer? Awwww, naw!

Maybe Dasia's bike will help me get over the anguish of never having a bike of my own. I have it hidden in the hallway that leads to the basement. Dasia never goes out there, but her momma looks at the bike every night before bed and every morning. My tooth is still chipped and each time, which is numerous times a day(I'm a lip gloss goddess)I see it I remember how it happened. I guess the older you get the more you long for the good old days of your youth. Sometimes we tend to focus on what we didn't have versus the needs that we did. My parents provided a roof over my head, food, doctor visits and clothes. In all honesty, what child cares about that? I wanted a dayum bike!

Anytime I had the opportunity to ride a bike I went in with it! Other kids probably thought what's the matter with her. Why is she peddling so hard and riding like it's the last time she'll ever see a bike? If they only knew...

Thankfully I have the chance to ride again! Well, through the eyes of Dasia. Looking at life through the eyes of a child makes everything look huge and so much better! Now close your eyes, pretend you're 8 years old and look at My First Bike! Isn't she gorgeous?

Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Live Like You're Living!

I know that's not the phrase. Usually folks say live like you're dying. Dying? Why? When something is dead it doesn't work anymore. No kick start, no medicine or battery boost will help, either. Last call; kaput. Living is breathing, life, hopes, dreams, and action. Which do you prefer?

Believers live and keep on living. Do you live like you're living? When you wake up is there joy in your heart about the plan He has for you that day? Are you passionate about where you work, your children, your mate, your finances, your hobbies, dreams and goals? Do you wake up ready and go to bed fulfilled? Or do you carry death like you and it are best friends? Complaining. Miserable. Angry just because? I hate my job...I can't stand this or that...I wish I could do...I should do...I don't have enough money for...When I get this I'll...

Maybe you're one of the "they" "he" or "she" people. Always talking about what other people do. Waiting for them to fail, so you can talk more. Where is the living for you in that? Waking up day to day to revel in someone else's pain moves you forward like the ink pen Monopoly piece. Uh, you big dummy, there is no ink pen Monopoly piece. Nuthin' from nuthin' leaves nuthin'...

Once again "death" has shocked us. The recent passing of Andy Rooney, Joe Frazier, and Heavy D. got us talking. Death comes in 3's! Uh, have you checked the obituary columns lately? Maybe they weren't a celebrity to you, but I'm sure they were a star to someone. Death can add much higher than 3. It upset the Reverend Jesse Jackson so much he added one more - Ruby Dee. Then he realized it was Heavy D. I always said no one can understand what Jesse says('-')

Take a moment to examine each of the men who have passed on. Do you think they lived? I think so. God gave them a passion, a desire, a talent and the drive to fulfill it. They didn't waste time waiting to live - they got life IN!

We all say life is to short. it to short for the living or to short for the folks who are waiting to die? Go on and say it. What about when children die? Babies? I don't understand that, either. gift. Walk a mile or take a few steps in someone's shoes who has experienced it and maybe you'll have a better grasp of it. I will say that I don't want to leave this life just yet. I would imagine that the average person doesn't. I'm living! For years I was a want to do person and now I get it done! Nah, I can't financially live off my earnings from comedy, writing or radio, but I am living from it. I'm living from my daughters, my friends, my family, MY life. When you live, you learn, you appreciate and grow. But when I do go know that I love my life, most of the people in it, and of course you.

Its nice to leave a memory, but I want to hear what I made you remember about me. The men who are the basis for this blog received living accolades. Nice...

Everyone isn't born to be in the spotlight. Everyone was born to appreciate themselves, though. Are you passionate about what you do and who you are? Are you working to get by? For survival? How many changes are you willing to make to live?

Life is a gift with your body being the Christmas wrapping paper. It's gets used, torn, wrinkled and eventually discarded. The body is gone, but they're still living. If you're blessed to breathe until the age of 96 don't look back and say where, keep moving forward and know why. Turning the clocks back may not stop you from leaving this earth, but it may give you a little extra time to live like you're living!

I luv you

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

I Do! Well, I Thought I Did...Uh, I Don't...

The world is in an uproar over the recent announcement of Kim Kardashian's decision to divorce her husband of 72 days, Kris Humphries. Aaaaaaaaaah, the sky is falling! Uh, world, put the brakes on. This is so not news, well, not new news. People get divorced and break up everyday. 72 days, 5 years, 2 weeks, the time frame varies, but life goes on.

Why go through with a marriage if you're not going to work at it and invest in it? I don't know. I've never been married and believe if I had gotten married I would be divorced, too. There was one man that I would've really tried to make it work with - no matter what. The rest I think we loved each other as much as the other one did, so uh, sorry...('-')

Kim K. is in love with being in love and everything that comes along with it. Hey, there's nothing wrong with that and besides, she just realized that she's lactose intolerant. That gal knows she likes the dark meat. Yah'll know you can't suppress what your substance or your core being is. Why do you think crazy people go crazy? It's because they're trying so had not to snap that it just explodes out of them. Technically, they're not crazy, they're just going through some thangs.

All the media attention on celebrity divorce made me think. If I had gotten married I might, by the slim chance of a broke ass man pockets, get some alimony. I reflected on a few of my relationships and have summed up that something was seriously wrong with me. I had to have a mental/chemical imbalance to listen and tolerate some of the idiotic actions of my partners at the time. I've come to the conclusion that I was in a state of dumb -ass - ded - ness and should receive some kind of compensation. I've written a letter to the State of New York that requests disability payments for me for the rest of my life. People get off in murder cases pleading temporary insanity; I should get something, too. (if you continue to laugh please leave my BLOG now)

Is anyone ever sure about their mate? I think we want our mate so much at that time that believe we are. I know I thought I was. I wanted to make it last forever(somebody please tell Keith Sweat to call me) Wanting what you want is what makes the world go around. Wanting and getting what you need, awwwww dayum! It does happen, but not for many of us. See, we want the feel good and the look good. I want a nice looking man to dig my back out versus the brother that has it together with the the gorilla flair. Nah, bruh, nah, you can't make no banana split ova' here. God didn't put us on this earth to be alone. Men and women go together like a plug in a socket; a perfect fit. It's when we try to connect with the wrong one is when all the problems come. Sparks that fuel electrocution, which leads to divorce.

How long should you date someone before you give it up? When you do give it up if its good are you in love? If it isn't do you shake it off as nerves and try again? And at what point do you decide to get married? If they don't do everything you want them to do do you marry them anyway and find someone else on the side or down low (NASTY)who will? Why get married then? And if you're not in love why stay married? Comfort? Money? Kids? Stupid shyt? Don't ask me 'cause I'm asking you. Any why should I listen to your advice. You ain't married or in a relationship. But then again, experience does make you better. Or is is bitter? ('-')

The topic of love and marriage will last longer than all of us on this physical earth and then some. All I can say is if you do, great, if you thought you did, work on it to be sort of sure, and if you don't, hopefully your break up won't stop you from trying again.

I luv you

Monday, September 19, 2011

Are You That One?

Every family has one. If it’s you, treat it as an honor. A special blessing was placed on you and no matter where you are in your journey, the rest of the way will be smooth. You may not see it or believe it now, but it will.

Being that one isn’t so bad when you look at yourself through your eyes. It’s everybody else’s eyes that have a problem with you. See, that one is the one who sometimes needs a little help to get by. That one can’t keep a job – not because they’re not a great worker, but because of being laid off or a position elimination that one is forced to hit the pavement again. Can’t you just hear your family talking about you now?

“Yea, that one lost their job again. I hope they go down to the welfare and get some food stamps or something. You know they’ll be asking to borrow money soon.”

They never mention when you were working you gave them money for whatever without question. Well, nobody ever views the truth clearly when they talk about that one anyway,

That one is the one who made a bad decision and as they’re telling you what happened you judge them before the next syllable comes from their mouth. That one is the one who you listened to on Monday, but when you saw their number on your Caller ID you decided not to pick up ‘cause you know they’re going to ask for something. See, that one can only be your friend on your terms. That’s fine as long as you keep it one hundred, but you can’t when you smile in that one’s face and bust they’re ass to everyone else.

That one is the one who succeeds all the time. Weak finances, bad relationships, circumstances that follow you around for the fun of it and employment that never measures up to your worth. But then again, you can’t put a price on that one. That one makes their life happen the way they want it to and doesn’t settle for what is thrown at them. Gossip makes the world go around and around. When it’s gossip about a person who has to struggle a bit…whew, that’s like the world spinning on a Harlem Globetrotters finger.

If you’re that one you never hit rock bottom as long as you remember that there is a rock at the bottom to hold on to. The solid rock that is He.

A family is made up of members who have many titles. Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin, Grandfather, Grandmother, Half This, No Blood Relation That and now That One. If you’re not that one stop running your mouth. Staying in a comfort zone because you’re afraid to live for you ain’t comfortable. Ask yourself Are You That One? You probably already know but don’t want to admit it. Shame is a cover-up for fools. Embrace it, release it and continue being that one until. Keep on pushin’; greatness awaits you.

I luv you

Saturday, September 17, 2011

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I luv you

Monday, September 12, 2011

That STOOPID ish...

Sometimes people say things that they absolutely know are ignorant, but want you to believe that what they say will benefit you. Lately I've heard more than my share of That STOOPID ish, and I have to get it out. Read, laugh, and hopefully if you're on the receiving end you'll know how to deflect it. If you're the one scooping it up - you're the type of dumbass that has a Master's Degree.

1. I'll put in a good word for you...
2. Don't worry about it; I already talked to "them" for you...
3. I did it for you...
4. If you do this it will benefit you, not me...
5. If I were you I would...
6. Don't go ask, they'll just tell you no...
7. I didn't think you wanted it...
8. You don't need to be at this meeting; I'll let you know what happens..
9. You should do it like this...
10.Everybody else agrees with me, so you might as well, too...

When you first hear any of these statements, especially if you don't hear them within the same day or week, you may think they're beneficial. NOPE. Don't be fooled by That STOOPID ish. These statements are usually made by people who know you can do their job better than they can and want to make sure you never find out. That STOOPID ish doesn't discriminate nor does it have favorites. Anyone can be a victim because it attacks you at work, your home life and goes extra hard when its financial.

1. I forgot to sign the check? Oh...send it back to me so I can sign it and then I'll send it back to you so you can get your money...
2. I lost my job due to the economy so I can't pay child support until I find another job and I don't know when that will be 'cause I gotta...
3. Do you have any extra money that I can have? I can't pay it back so don't be asking me for it if you give it to me...
4. We don't offer direct deposit but you can't pick your check up until after four and the girl who hands out the checks is off today so you'll have to get it tomorrow...
5. I got the money that I owe you and I will give it to you if you come with me to the mall. If I don't spend it I will give it to you, I promise...
6. Well, he was supposed to pay the bill and since he didn't I'm getting the money from you since you're his sister...
7. Well, since he was supposed to pay the bill he can pay you the money back that I borrowed from you to pay the bill...
8. You can put it all on one tab and I'll just give you what I owe when we get outside...
9. I know you got some money. I don't see why you can't give me some...
10. Naw, I still don't have a job so I can't pay child support, buy a Christmas gift or a birthday present...

That STOOPID ish never goes away. Over the years it has reinvented itself to suit the times. The sad part is, is that we change right along with it and continue to allow it into our life.

1. I'll never cheat again...
2. I thought I could get away with it. Please forgive me...
3. She don't mean nothing to me...
4. I married you didn't I...
5. I only did it 'cause I didn't have anything else to do...
6. I don't know how that number got into my wallet...
7. If you love me you would...
8. You believe her over me...
9. My phone didn't have service last night...
10.She's just a friend....

How do you combat That STOOPID ish? It's easy, but most people won't do it. When someone says some stoopid ish to you immediately put dat ass on BLAST! Don't let them walk away, check'um where they stand.

"Hey, uh, I was gonna help you, but I just remembered that I have something to do..."
"You know you just said some stoopid ish, but it's cool. I expect that kinda stuff from you..."

And then simply walk away. They'll stand there looking at you like, "Huh? I know she didn't just call me out." Let'um stand there. Most people who know they're wrong don't like for you to know their wrong. That just ain't right in their book. Hey, life goes on.

That STOOPID ish is coming to a sentence near you - you have been warned.

I luv you.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Does Death Become You?

Recently I attended the funeral of Mr. Henry (Hank) Shoultz. Mr. Shoultz was someone who I didn't know for very long, but I knew him long enough to know that he loved cheese peanut butter crackers. I knew him long enough to know that he was loved and that he is someone who will be missed and remembered.

The repast for Henry was held at the church following his burial. I didn't attend the burial ceremony. Instead, I wanted to help get things ready for his family and others when they returned. Have you ever wanted to slap an entire group of people at the same time? You know, line them up, slob up ya hand and just let it rip down the row? While I stood in the church kitchen offering my services slapping folks was the main thought that occupied my mind.

Is it that serious that you need to plot out how much food you're going to take home after everyone leaves? Really, yo fat ass is watching the pan? When it gets to a certain level you'll remove it from the table, so you can have leftovers? Oh, wait, you're not even going to put certain items out because you want to make sure you get extra?

Death becomes you if you behave like no one died or that you never will. Why do "we" act like that? Someone dies and "we" decide to get closer to God and to our families all while we're rummaging through the deceased' belongings. We argue over who is going to get what when we don't deserve it in the first place. Going hard for some fried chicken and cabbage? That's why yo fat ass is a fat ass.

I was so disappointed to see grown folks being disrespectful and outright greedy. Didn't they understand that Mr. Henry Shoultz is gone? He died? He's dead? Do they understand a soul, heaven, hell? Evidently not.

If you've followed my blog or know me you may know that I have issues with death. I didn't notice much when my father died. Now I'm wondering if people fought over food in the kitchen while I sat a few feet away and cried.

Death becomes you if someone else's death turns into a story all about you. Death becomes you if you're claiming items from someone and their still alive. What do you mean what if they're terminally ill and only have a few months to live? Shame, but you're terminally ill and don't know it.

One day we'll all die a physical death. Until that day comes, don't let death become you. You can't see it on yourself but its not a good look to have.

I luv you.

And to the lady who tried to hide the peach cobbler 'cause her friend made it; the cobbler was quite nasty...('-')

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

The Help - My Opinion

Last night I had the opportunity to attend an advanced screening of the movie The Help. I saw television previews for it and had decided it was a movie I'd wait to see when it was released on DVD. The previews made me think, "Oh here we go...another po' sad black lady shall overcome story..." Well, it is a po' sad black lady shall overcome story and it is one that should be told.

Everybody has a story and most will never make it to print or the big screen. Most will get passed down through generations and get changed to suit the teller or stop because people are tired of talking about it. Stories like The Help make me think of my ancestors and what if it were me. A movie that's entertaining, gets the point across and makes you think is a winner for me.

The movie The Help is based on the book, The Help, released in February of 2009 by Kathryn Stockett. I didn't read the book and probably won't, but I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. The story is set in Mississippi in the 1960's and centers around maids who work in white folks homes. Hey, in the 60's South there weren't many job opportunites for black people, let alone women. A writer, Skeeter (Emma Stone) comes home from college and wants to write a book from the help's point of view. Aibileen (Viola Davis) and Minnie (Octavia Spencer) are the maids who get the stories rolling. And boy do the stories roll!

Cicely Tyson has a small role and you know Miss Jane Pittman delivered. The movie is humorous, courageous, poignant, and so very thought-provoking. The Help reminded me of the Color Purple, another story that had to be told. I judged the preview on the we all look alike (somebody said that on the boat so it must be true) (oh, Wanda, bad black girl...('-')assumption. I won't give the story away, but will say if you have a choice to see one good movie this summer and this type of movie is your flavor, check it out.

The audience applauded at the end and was a mix of black women and men, as well as white women and men. Seeing the audience made me realize that the movie wasn't made to degrade black women or show them as less deserving or ignorant, but instead to tell a story that belongs to all of us - history. We've come a long way baby; stories like The Help prove and reiterate the fact that we need to keep on going.

I luv you.

Saturday, August 06, 2011

Are You Better?

It's said when you know better you do better. What if you know better, but because of "situations" you keep doing the same thing? I say an excuse isn't a reason for anything but failure. Can it be that sometimes in life an excuse is the only reason you have?

If you keep doing things the same way you keep getting the same results. Do you get the same results if you do them in different situations or with different people? It didn't work once or twice so you know better right? Maybe...but the third time is the charm. Ahhh, failure makes you continue to try. The question is when do you decide you know better? When do you try to do it differently?

Something as simple as crossing the street made me think about how I can do better. A few weeks ago I saw a story about a mother who faced jailtime because her son was killed while they crossed the street. Instead of crossing at the crosswalk they jaywalked. You can read the entire story here - Raquel Nelson Two days later I had to cross the street with my daughter. Did I go to the crosswalk? No. I crossed at the middle of the street seeing the building I wanted to enter was right there. I knew better but didn't do better. Excuse? Explanation? Failure on my part?

Parents who stand on the curb with their child in the stroller in the street. Will that make you cross the street faster or make your child get hit sooner as the car speeding down the street tries to beat the light, or swerves, or has a tire blowout or you fill in the blank__________.

Looking down the train tracks to see if the train is coming. Does that make you get to your destination faster? What if you fall on the tracks? Where does that get you? Leaving your kids in the car while you just, "Run in to get one thing." What if another car hits yours? Maybe someone will decide at that moment to steal your car. How about, "Oh we're only going around the block, so you don't need your seatbelt." Did you ever consider the other car that's coming in the oposite direction around the same block that's speeding and not paying attention to anything else?

How many times have you known better, but continued to do the same old thing anyway? Check your actions, relationships and behaviour. How many times has a mistake made by someone else given you one more chance to do better? The death of a child usually makes us pay attention, but for how long?

Am I judging the mother who had to go through this ordeal? No. My heart hurts for her. She lost her child trying to do better. She wanted to get her family home as quickly as possible. I wonder though if you fail when you try to better yourself do you give up and stay in your rut? I don't but the opportunity to repeat the action has happened many times.

Think about how many times you've said this is the last time that I'll ever blah, blah, blah. One time it just might be your last time. Evaluate you and ask Are You Better? Go deep with it; your answer will surprise you.

I luv you.

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Luv Me - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

EXCERPT - What I have is more than a simple crush. It’s a luv sickness that consumes me. My stomach flips, my eyes flutter, and I have nearly fainted when he passes. He changes his cologne often and each time the scent pulls me closer to him. He is the leader of my mind. My nostrils inhale him deeper and deeper until a passionate confusion kisses me. This dark man was meant to luvme...

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EXCERPT – There were times when we were a good five minutes into physical activity when he did manage to obtain an erection and he'd go limp. He'd shrivel up to the size of a miniature raisin that had been soaked in rum overnight. One time he was drunk when it happened and he garbled, "You not suckin`it right! You only get an honorable mention! Go for the gold!" Then he farted. I thought I didn't turn him on anymore.

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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Faith Is...

If you can't see if do you believe it? What does trust look like? How about love? You can feel it so it must be real, right? It has to exist. Ahhhh, faith! The one thing we all need...but what kind and how much?

When you talk to God do you hear His reply? "They" say that's what faith is. Your belief that He answers you and is working in your favor. I talk to God and sometimes I can't decipher if He's responding or if it's my mind saying what I want to hear. "They" say be still and you'll hear Him. In my stillness I hear noise from outside and sounds I otherwise wouldn't notice. My belief in my version of faith is what keeps me waiting, in silence, for one word from Him.

We put our faith in many things. Faith that our relationship will work out, that we'll get that big promotion or move on to better living conditions. If it doesn't work out the way we wanted do we doubt faith? Do we get angry and give up? Afterall, it's hard to believe in a physical being; believing in something you can't see is an entirely different task in itself.

We say prayer changes things. I believe it does, but not overnight. For me living from paycheck to paycheck just gets on my nerves. I have faith that my situation will change. I look at it this way, I'm living and moving forward in my passion. Yeah, it's gonna change. I may not eat what I want to eat, but at least a sista is eating. Faith is finding the big bright light in any situation. Some folks say there is no bright spot, but say they have faith. Hmmmm...I'm not the judge, but I disagree. What say you?

Many people had faith that the marriage equality bill would pass in New York State. Now this is where I get confused. I think faith is a connection to God and one connection to God is the Bible. In the book of Leviticus, Chapter 20:13 it reads:

-If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.-

That verse is from the Old Testament. Does that mean its outdated? Should the Bible change to suit our faith or should we abide by our faith in it?

The Casey Anthony trial. Where does your faith believe? If you believe she's innocent you're doing alright, if not, then what? Do you keep on hoping she'll do something to turn it around in your faiths favor? Should you put your faith in wanting someone to get "it"?

There's so much dissension in the world and everybody has faith that their way is the right way. Peace surrounds faith; not confusion. Does that mean if you're at peace with your decision it's right? Man...makes me really makes me wonder.

I believe there is a Higher Power that guides us in life. Is my faith smarter than yours? Better? More politcally correct? And does politics have anything to do with faith? Some decisions make me say no, but that's just what I think. What about you?

For me my faith in Him to guide me in my life is all I have. Do I wonder about other people? Of course I do. Well, that's basically what all humans do. Talk, share, grow and learn. Alot of things I don't get. Alot of things are not for me to get. I do have faith that we can all live together as one nation...of to' up people. Sometimes the right to disagree is wrong; it always makes room for someone's faith to go bankrupt. Should faith be what you make it? I don't know, I do know that Faith Is...or do I?

I luv you.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Thank God and Go

Another beginning, another ending, joy, love and fear. As I watched the ball drop these emotions pumped through my veins. Fear of failure is the strength you need to succeed. Will we succeed? Yes! Why? Believe, thank God and go!

2010 was all about forward motion for me. I picked up 'um up, put 'um down and stepped my way into me. Or at least I began walking towards who and what Da FLY Hunny is supposed to represent. You won't get it sitting down and talking about it. No one will bring it to you, either. You're not that special. The world will continue to spin and if you choose to sit and talk about what everyone else is doing, sit. You'll be good and dizzy with envy while everyone else is making their IT happen and no one will care what you have to say anyway. Solution? Thank God and go!

One fact that we must never forget is that we're all going to die. When, where and how most of us don't know, but it is going to happen. My legacy won't be what I wanted to do, but instead, she did this, that, loved and left us this. What will your legacy be? Will you be remembered as someone who ran their mouth or someone who people ran their mouths about?

The recent death of R&B singer Teena Marie saddened me. My mind flooded with memories of listening to her music as a teen. I thought about a summer day in Niagara Falls New York walking down the sidewalk bopping to her song Behind The Groove. I had a small radio at my ear and a small red tube top on my chest. Add a pair of blue jean shorts and jelly shoes and I was it! You couldn't tell me anything! Well, my daddy did. He came out on the porch, saw me half dressed and yelled for me to get in the house and put some clothes on! I didn't have any titties so I don't know why he was so upset.

That thought reminded me of forward motion. We can never go back. I'll never be a teen again, my daddy will never give me advice like only he could, and I'll never bop down the street to another new Lady Tee song again. So what do you do? Do you lay dormant afraid of what your future holds? No, you step into a reality called life, thank God and go!

We all say where did 2010 go. We wonder - WOW, time really does fly by. The past can be a beautiful thing if you are living your you. No regrets, forgiveness, and life. A fresh start is a good thing but you can make a change anytime. You may not have a grip on what your passion is, but I know that it isn't laying in misery waiting on someone else to get it together. Each breath you take is for you. Life can suck the life out of you if you let it. Be aware of your surroundings, what you say and how you present yourself. A frown on someone may be them trying to hold in gas, but if they have a to' up face everyday, hmmmm, maybe they really don't care much for you. Don't fret, everybody isn't supposed to get along.

Welcome 2011! You're a date on a calendar that will come regardless if I'm here or not. Me, I'm a living, breathing, wonderful person that plans to work your dates to my benefit. You're going to keep rolling and so am I. I'm so ready for what He has in store for me! Are you? I thought so! Get, ready! Get Set! Thank God and go!

Wanda D. Hudson
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