Pearls

My children are three glorious souls. I regard them as pearls in the shell of my heart.

My first born is a prince in his own right. Don is strong and caring, forever deep and thoughtful (he’s been a writer longer than I). He has always looked out for his younger sisters and he’s also kept his eye on me.

My daughter, Isis… she is as beautiful and inspring as her name professes. She’s always been an icon and a bit of a rogue (I recall when I found that rock in her jacket pocket). She’s a warrior but she has a heart of gold.

The youngest… the tender and precious Tiye. I find she is much like myself but with an  edge. She has my appreciation of music and the arts. The edge falls on the fact that she can wrap her head around math and sciences which I could never do. Having said that… if she applies herself, she can kick some major AAA whenever she’s ready to apply herself.

These are my pearls. This are my light. My children are more precious to me than words can express. I love them dearly.

Thoughts on LOVE

LOVE… what an awe-inspiring word that is. It’s a well-rounded, all-encompassing word. It’s a word that can get you into trouble. Many profess, yet fail to embrace wholly. LOVE extends far beyond the touchy-feely. LOVE is more than a sometime thing. LOVE is more than a physical attraction or initial intention. LOVE is unconditional. LOVE is an everlasting, true gut feeling. It’s a complete, warming, deep-set, tummy-rumbling, knickers-in-a-twist sensation that takes over your common sense and any pretense. When it hits you, all you want to do it make the subject of your LOVE feel reciprocally happy and safely secured in your intimate, amorous cocoon.

IMPORTANT MESSAGE — Black Market Organ Thieves

This was a funny that I received a while back. It makes me giggle every single time I read it. I shared it with some of my friends. They actually thought I was serious! Too darn funny…

You’ve heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else’s thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.

My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I’d have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary – my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world wake up and smell the coffee! Those ‘plastic’ surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts – stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something ‘lifted’, look again – was it lifted from you?

THIS IS NOT A HOAX.  This is happening to women everywhere every night.

WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

P.S. Last year I thought someone had stolen my Boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.

Thought this was too ‘important’ not to pass on. Have a wonderful day – with a joy filled heart. Always remember to laugh!! Helps the heart AND the wrinkles!!

P.P.S. Those same thieves come in my closet and shrank my clothes! How do they do it?

The lottery

I was reviewing emails that I got over the years. I’m not sure of it’s origins, but this was a keeper.

Imagine if you had won $86,400.00

Something to think about! Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest: Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your private account for your use.

However, this prize has rules, just as any game has certain rules. The first set of rules would be: Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you. You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it.

Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400.00 for that day.

The second set of rules: The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, “It’s over, the game is over!” It can close the account and you will not receive a new one. What would you personally do? You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right?

Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right? Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it all on yourself, right? You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?

ACTUALLY, this GAME is REALITY! Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank. We just can’t seem to see it. The MAGICAL BANK is TIME! Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us. What we haven’t lived up that day is forever lost. Yesterday is forever gone. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time… WITHOUT WARNING.

SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?

Aren’t they worth so much more than the same amount in dollars? Think about that, and always think of this: Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think. So, take care of yourself, be happy, love deeply and enjoy life! Here’s wishing you a wonderfully beautiful day!!!

Why I love my mom

I got this as an email years ago and it stuck with me…

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, ‘I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed”.

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for dinner the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container and put spoons and bowls on the table. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a rubbish bin and hung up a towel to dry.

She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for an excursion, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.

Mom then washed her face with 3-in-1 cleanser, put on her night solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, ‘I thought you were going to bed.”

I’m on my way,” she said.

She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, and then made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV’s, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the basket, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. ‘I’m going to bed.”

And he did… without another thought.

Anything extraordinary here? Do you wonder why women live longer?

IT’S BE CAUSE WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL… (and we can’t die sooner; we still have things to do!)

The knockdown

Once the trust is shaken and devastated in a relationship, it’s pretty much a wrap. Where do you go from there? Constant doubt and second-guessing becomes a part of life and that’s a hard thing to live with. Most people just wouldn’t do it. To feel like you’ve been kicked in the stomach, the wind knocked out of you, your knees are weak and your head is spinning from the dizziness… that’s enough to crumble the best of us. It takes a strong constitution to stand firm, focus, forgive and move forward… but, ultimately, it takes 2 to move forward together. The BOTH have to want it. This is not a temporary fix. This is not an attempt to smooth feathers just for the moment. This is a fight for the long haul. I mean, THIS IT IS! It’s a fight for your heart, for your love and your solidness as a strong and secure individual to have someone to trust with all that you have.

Can’t breathe

Can’t breathe
Chest tight
Lungs void
No air

Eyes pressed
Welled tears
Salty heat
Eruption eminent

Heavy head
Spinning dizzily
Temples throbbing
Sleep deprived

Body numb
Hot flashes
Cold surges
Trembling slightly

Knees weak
Rubbery legs
Footing tested
Direction clouded

Stomach knotted
Acid washed
Sharp pangs
Lead weight

Heart ache
Confidence bruised
Recovery unsure
Dreams lost

 

 

Profile pictures

“I got an invitation from a guy in his underwear with a hard on. That was his picture. I assumed he was telling me he is a prick and I rejected him.”

I have some of the most intelligent and witty girlfriends. We all know how popular online social sites have become. They run the gamut from business networking, to finding friends and long lost relatives, to dating and relationships. I’ve been on a few. From time to time the topic of “Profile Pictures” comes up in conversation amongst my friends and some comical yet truthful observations are laid on the table. To be more specific, it’s the scantily clothed, sexually suggestive pictures that seem to be rampant on some sites that really get the motors running.

Of course, it’s not just the young people that are posing in these pictures. Seemingly mature folks are also getting in on the act. It’s not always a pretty sight (but then who am I to say what is pretty). In one conversation, a woman said in argument, “I’m not saying it’s okay but I’ve seen worse naked pictures but with better bodies. I’m just saying that’s a majority of what I’m seeing.” She went on to say that most online sites were “booty sites” anyway and that was to be expected.

Taking it from that point, I told her that I beg to differ. In my opinion, as with any social/ networking milieu, it’s all a matter of how you perceive the site to be and who/ how you chose to connect with. Besides, you never know who is looking at your postings. I still hold on to the fact that you can make real connections online without having to show ALL THAT UR MAMA GAVE YA… and just not hedonistic “drop ur draws” connections.

Basically, as with any situation in life, you get what you give. Positive begets positive.

Dear friend homegoing

I got word a few nights ago that a dear friend of mine passed away unexpectedly. His daughter informed me and it completely blew me away. We were on the phone and we both shared a good cry.

James will always have a soft spot in my heart. He had a smooth resonating voice that was ideal for radio which he enjoyed doing. When he walked he had a confident saunter that was a pleasure to watch. His joy of music was all encompassing and highly contagious. He enlightened me to the psychedelic mystery of Jimi Hendrix, the consciousness awareness of Gil Scott-Heron, the ear-blasting quirkiness of Fat Boy Slim and the playful staccato of Zap Mama. Although he tried to convert me to NASCAR and Grand Prix racing, it’s through him that I gained an appreciation for really cool cars.

When James and I first met (12+ years ago) he was petitioning to get signatures to run in the Detroit mayoral campaign.  He was unsuccessful (Kilpatrick got in… that’s another story) but he’s always been passionate about politics, the city of Detroit and doing the right thing. Where he often talked about leaving town and the mess that rocked and aggravated him so, it was his deeply rooted love for the city and it’s people that kept him where he felt he needed to be. It was that and the love for his beautiful daughter, Jamie Lee.

My love goes out to the Grant family… Audradella, Zolle, Jamie Lee and Jayden.

Gone but not forgotten. James Grant R.I.P.