Finish the sentence:
1. My ex:
really was the last guy who was a "friend" that wanted to become my "man", but it never materialized. He taught me to be careful who you wind up calling your friend.
2. I am listening to:
inane chatter from my job.
3. Maybe I should:
seriously concentrate on getting that CDL so I can get to driving those 18-wheelers. Before I do that, gotta concentrate on losing weight.
4. I love:
God, my family, my friends, my soRHOrity (don't hate), myself
5. My best friend[s]:
is a crazy chica. So crazy that I'm using crimson just for her. I love that girl to pieces!
6. I don't understand:
this dumb "stop snitching" phenomenon. WTH? So if your best friend is killed in front of you, and his/her family is left without their rock, you won't say anything because you're coooperating with the cops? So you're scared to lose your clout with the other fools? You look more like a punk for not doing the right thing despite what others think. That's why I have no respect for Busta Rhymes.
7. I lose:
patience with idiots. Just take 5 seconds to read, think for yourself, or listen. That isht ain't that hard.
8. The meaning of my screen name is:
I've always been natural born sunshyne. Such a lovely girl. But, there's been a change in that girl, and that woman named sunshyne that will show you love will also burn yo' ass in a minute. Just gimme one good reason.... Just cross me one good time....
9. Love is:
knowing the balance between being selfless and a self-conservationist.
10. Somewhere, someone is:
already plotting how they'll claim a sick day for the 4th of July.
11. I will always:
look younger than my years (as long as I'm sticking with good clean living). What can I say; I have great genes!
12. Forever seems:
like the workday.....
13. I never want to:
get gastric bypass or liposuction. Ride with someone who is drunk off their ass.
14. My cell phone is:
a basic means of communication but BlueTooth compatible. :D
15. When I wake up in the morning:
I use my foot to reset the snooze on the alarm to catch a few more winks. I really want to wake up at least 2X a week for an early workout, but I gotta jet out of the house by 7:30 at the absolute latest. :(
16. I get annoyed when:
there are fraudulent people or persons with dirty business ethics around me. also, why didn't you take the time to look and see that you were ashy before leaving the house???
17. Parties are:
best at the house, especially when they're rare, not often.
18. My Dog is:
a runaway b****. She actually ran away once and was gone for 12 days (according to my dad). She ran away again and was gone for 4 days this time. She'll never see the front yard without a leash again.
19. Kisses are the worst when:
one party is a smoker.
20. Today I:
bought a sports bra at Target and got in touch with a friend from HS so I could support his frat's function.
21. Tonight I will:
order some stuff on the Internets, go work out, and fix my lunch for tommorrow. Not too much hanging on a Monday.
22. Tomorrow I will:
probably call someone I haven't talked to in a while, workout again, make more lunch, and get ready for Wednesday. Dang.
23. I really want:
to win the lottery and see world peace. Besides that, I need focus and concentration on all of my goals. Tomorrow is not promised, so I need to make the most of today, everyday.
6.18.2007
6.13.2007
Aspartame is the devil!
Y'all know that the cute artificial sweetner, Equal, is mostly comprised of aspartame, right? I knew about the harm in saccharin. Sweet N Low has never tasted right to me, and I will not use it. If that (or a low budget version) is the only sweetner available, then I won't have coffee or tea that day.
But Equal in the cute blue packet??? I still can't believe it's so bad for you, but I've done my research. Type an Internet search with a phrase like "equal + cancer" or "splenda is bad for you". There's all kind of research out there about Equal; I can't speak on Splenda. I can confirm that I've given up artificial sweeteners. I'd rather take the 15 calories per teaspoon than the harm.
What harm? Well, Equal was proven to give cancer to lab rats. Sprinkle a little Equal on an ant hill, and the ants will be dead. On a personal level, my head is really banging. Badly. I just happened to have some fat free yogurt. The first taste was so off the chain! I really thought I was tasting Wild Berry Crumb Cake. "Could this really be fat free for real?" I thought. "Hot damn!"
So, I had no choice but to read the label and see if this berrylicious creamy wonder with the taste of cake in it was really fat free. Oh, it's fat free alright with aspartame. Granted, aspartame is the last ingredient, and traditionally, the further down the list of ingredients an item, the less of the ingredient you will find in the food. However, I got a bad headache after the first bite. The headache is still lingering 60 minutes later. I had to rinse the rest of it down the drain.
Such drama after a healthy start to my day! Sort of... I woke up at 4:55 AM to hear my dog barking like crazy. This time, she wasn't crazy after all; the sensor light had come on. I used my left hand to open the kitchen door because the biggest butcher knife I could use for self-defense was tightly gripped in my right hand. No one could be seen. So, I locked the house back up and put the knife in place. About 10 minutes later, Sharmay is barking like crazy again, and the sensor light is shining again. I open the door, and Sharmay is still barking like she's cussing somebody out.
Rather than me chase down a possible radio thief (wouldn't be the first time someone tried to break into my car), I opened the gate and let Sharmay run into the front yard to bite a chunk outta somebody. Well, everything was quiet when I got to see the entire front, and my dog was staring at a stray. Just staring like she was saying, "Try me."
But I know my dog has runaway tendancies. I called her name. She crossed the street. I called her again while giving the command, "Backyard!" That set her off barking down the street after this dog that was at least 3 times her little ass size. Haven't seen that bitch since.
After a ride in my car whistling out in the cool 5 AM air, I said, "F*** it," and got dressed out to go for a walk. I hadn't really been working out successfully since we started commuting our new office about 50 - 70 minutes from my residence. I got the MP3 and starting pumping my arms to OutKast while the sun was rising on a new day. I actually had the nerve to insert three one-minute jogs while I walked. That's was a sweaty mess, but I needed the sweat. It felt good to jog for at least one minute while pushing myself. The next thing will be building up to 90 seconds instead of just 60.
So, see how my day started well, and now it's starting to go slightly downhill with this aspartame-induced headache. I won't let it stay downhill because I'm going to the gym for tonight's 8 PM Hip Hop class. I truly hate to miss it these days. There are some dancers in the class, but it's really all in fun and doing what you can to get fit. Period.
PS Marinate on this wonderful forward that my homegirl sent me.
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt in both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did.
NOTICE AT THE END, THE DATE THE CANDLE WAS STARTED. IT'S GONNA GIVE YOU GOOSE BUMPS.
I am not going to be the one who lets it die. I found it believable -- angels have walked beside me all my life--and they still do. *********************This is to all of you who mean something to me,I pray for your happiness.
The Candle Of Love, Hope & Friendship
()
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This candle was lit on the 15th of September, 1998. Someone who loves you has helped keep it alive by sending it to you.
Don't let The Candle of Love, Hope and Friendship die!
Pass it one to all of your friends and everyone you love. May God richly bless you!
Please keep this candle alive
Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
But Equal in the cute blue packet??? I still can't believe it's so bad for you, but I've done my research. Type an Internet search with a phrase like "equal + cancer" or "splenda is bad for you". There's all kind of research out there about Equal; I can't speak on Splenda. I can confirm that I've given up artificial sweeteners. I'd rather take the 15 calories per teaspoon than the harm.
What harm? Well, Equal was proven to give cancer to lab rats. Sprinkle a little Equal on an ant hill, and the ants will be dead. On a personal level, my head is really banging. Badly. I just happened to have some fat free yogurt. The first taste was so off the chain! I really thought I was tasting Wild Berry Crumb Cake. "Could this really be fat free for real?" I thought. "Hot damn!"
So, I had no choice but to read the label and see if this berrylicious creamy wonder with the taste of cake in it was really fat free. Oh, it's fat free alright with aspartame. Granted, aspartame is the last ingredient, and traditionally, the further down the list of ingredients an item, the less of the ingredient you will find in the food. However, I got a bad headache after the first bite. The headache is still lingering 60 minutes later. I had to rinse the rest of it down the drain.
Such drama after a healthy start to my day! Sort of... I woke up at 4:55 AM to hear my dog barking like crazy. This time, she wasn't crazy after all; the sensor light had come on. I used my left hand to open the kitchen door because the biggest butcher knife I could use for self-defense was tightly gripped in my right hand. No one could be seen. So, I locked the house back up and put the knife in place. About 10 minutes later, Sharmay is barking like crazy again, and the sensor light is shining again. I open the door, and Sharmay is still barking like she's cussing somebody out.
Rather than me chase down a possible radio thief (wouldn't be the first time someone tried to break into my car), I opened the gate and let Sharmay run into the front yard to bite a chunk outta somebody. Well, everything was quiet when I got to see the entire front, and my dog was staring at a stray. Just staring like she was saying, "Try me."
But I know my dog has runaway tendancies. I called her name. She crossed the street. I called her again while giving the command, "Backyard!" That set her off barking down the street after this dog that was at least 3 times her little ass size. Haven't seen that bitch since.
After a ride in my car whistling out in the cool 5 AM air, I said, "F*** it," and got dressed out to go for a walk. I hadn't really been working out successfully since we started commuting our new office about 50 - 70 minutes from my residence. I got the MP3 and starting pumping my arms to OutKast while the sun was rising on a new day. I actually had the nerve to insert three one-minute jogs while I walked. That's was a sweaty mess, but I needed the sweat. It felt good to jog for at least one minute while pushing myself. The next thing will be building up to 90 seconds instead of just 60.
So, see how my day started well, and now it's starting to go slightly downhill with this aspartame-induced headache. I won't let it stay downhill because I'm going to the gym for tonight's 8 PM Hip Hop class. I truly hate to miss it these days. There are some dancers in the class, but it's really all in fun and doing what you can to get fit. Period.
PS Marinate on this wonderful forward that my homegirl sent me.
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt in both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did.
NOTICE AT THE END, THE DATE THE CANDLE WAS STARTED. IT'S GONNA GIVE YOU GOOSE BUMPS.
I am not going to be the one who lets it die. I found it believable -- angels have walked beside me all my life--and they still do. *********************This is to all of you who mean something to me,I pray for your happiness.
The Candle Of Love, Hope & Friendship
()
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---
---
This candle was lit on the 15th of September, 1998. Someone who loves you has helped keep it alive by sending it to you.
Don't let The Candle of Love, Hope and Friendship die!
Pass it one to all of your friends and everyone you love. May God richly bless you!
Please keep this candle alive
Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
5.23.2007
I know LA is a different world, but come on!
This whole article was so engrossing and unbelievable that I gasped reading every part of it. You wouldn't believe that a human life would be so devalued. I honestly hope that someone finds the head nurse and beats her black, blue, purple, and any other colors she can turn. The hospital needs to be shut down permanently, and the cops need to share some of the blame in the senseless loss. I hope that family sues the shit out of anyone connected so this can be a lesson to all hospitals, health care workers, private practitioners, and officers of the law.
BTW, you should always have a patient's right advocate with you at the hospital. If you can help it, do not go alone, and do not let your advocate be a punk. S/he has to be firm. Being a beast would be helpful, too.
Tale of last 90 minutes of woman's life
County officials express dismay at the events surrounding the recent controversial death at King-Harbor hospital. One nurse has resigned.
In the emergency room at Martin Luther King Jr.-Harbor Hospital, Edith Isabel Rodriguez was seen as a complainer.
"Thanks a lot, officers," an emergency room nurse told Los Angeles County police who brought in Rodriguez early May 9 after finding her in front of the Willowbrook hospital yelling for help. "This is her third time here."
The 43-year-old mother of three had been released from the emergency room hours earlier, her third visit in three days for abdominal pain. She'd been given prescription medication and a doctor's appointment.
Turning to Rodriguez, the nurse said, "You have already been seen, and there is nothing we can do," according to a report by the county office of public safety, which provides security at the hospital.
Parked in the emergency room lobby in a wheelchair after police left, she fell to the floor. She lay on the linoleum, writhing in pain, for 45 minutes, as staffers worked at their desks and numerous patients looked on.
Aside from one patient who briefly checked on her condition, no one helped her. A janitor cleaned the floor around her as if she were a piece of furniture. A closed-circuit camera captured everyone's apparent indifference.
Read the rest of this foolishness here:
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-king20may20,0,6057993.story?coll=la-home-center
BTW, you should always have a patient's right advocate with you at the hospital. If you can help it, do not go alone, and do not let your advocate be a punk. S/he has to be firm. Being a beast would be helpful, too.
Tale of last 90 minutes of woman's life
County officials express dismay at the events surrounding the recent controversial death at King-Harbor hospital. One nurse has resigned.
In the emergency room at Martin Luther King Jr.-Harbor Hospital, Edith Isabel Rodriguez was seen as a complainer.
"Thanks a lot, officers," an emergency room nurse told Los Angeles County police who brought in Rodriguez early May 9 after finding her in front of the Willowbrook hospital yelling for help. "This is her third time here."
The 43-year-old mother of three had been released from the emergency room hours earlier, her third visit in three days for abdominal pain. She'd been given prescription medication and a doctor's appointment.
Turning to Rodriguez, the nurse said, "You have already been seen, and there is nothing we can do," according to a report by the county office of public safety, which provides security at the hospital.
Parked in the emergency room lobby in a wheelchair after police left, she fell to the floor. She lay on the linoleum, writhing in pain, for 45 minutes, as staffers worked at their desks and numerous patients looked on.
Aside from one patient who briefly checked on her condition, no one helped her. A janitor cleaned the floor around her as if she were a piece of furniture. A closed-circuit camera captured everyone's apparent indifference.
Read the rest of this foolishness here:
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-king20may20,0,6057993.story?coll=la-home-center
4.30.2007
One o'clock came, and I left my seat. It should have spun around like a kid's toy I got out of it so fast. I couldn't wait to drive out on my break and deposit the cash and checks from my party this weekend. I didn't come back with a mint, but I had a nice sum for someone who's trying to push through and get away from "it's so hard...." to "I got this!".
The cool thing is that I sold every G-Wiz I brought with me. I can sell the hell out of that thang! I sold some other toys, and I finally sold my first Butterfly!!! I'm beyond excited that I finally sold my first big item toy. One of the ones that requires a Limited Lifetime Warranty.
Best of all: I got two parties out of the deal!!! That's where the bucks continue to come in, especially with repeat customers.
I just realized that I actually do have a third party out of the deal, and that was one of the goals: book three parties. I can't believe I acheived one of my goals!!! The third party will be in August, but I got it!!!
On the real... There's nothing like moving back in with your parents to put things in real perspective. It makes you spend your money a little more carefully. You want to invest in what will get you ahead of the game. You want to spend less so you can save more. Really, you just want to avoid all the BS out there. If there's isht hitting the fan, you don't want to be in the same house with it so not a piece of isht gets on you.
Now that I have a great party down, and two more coming up in May, I gotta get back on the next grind - working out at the gym again. More on that later....
OK, I didn't do all that I set out to do. I really wanted to convince
The cool thing is that I sold every G-Wiz I brought with me. I can sell the hell out of that thang! I sold some other toys, and I finally sold my first Butterfly!!! I'm beyond excited that I finally sold my first big item toy. One of the ones that requires a Limited Lifetime Warranty.
Best of all: I got two parties out of the deal!!! That's where the bucks continue to come in, especially with repeat customers.
I just realized that I actually do have a third party out of the deal, and that was one of the goals: book three parties. I can't believe I acheived one of my goals!!! The third party will be in August, but I got it!!!
On the real... There's nothing like moving back in with your parents to put things in real perspective. It makes you spend your money a little more carefully. You want to invest in what will get you ahead of the game. You want to spend less so you can save more. Really, you just want to avoid all the BS out there. If there's isht hitting the fan, you don't want to be in the same house with it so not a piece of isht gets on you.
Now that I have a great party down, and two more coming up in May, I gotta get back on the next grind - working out at the gym again. More on that later....
OK, I didn't do all that I set out to do. I really wanted to convince
4.27.2007
I'm finally catching on fire in this Slumber Parties thing. I think the hunger caught on when I spent over $300 to carry some stock with me to the party. Sales increase when you have items for the ladies to take home. Since I didn't have rent money to give to someone else, I bit the bullet and decided to invest in myself and my business. So, this party on Saturday night must be on point so I can bring home a nice profit. Sista got package deals and errythang.
I'm still hungry as hell because I need more parties after this one. I could just be shy and try to bank on reaching (or surpassing!) the goal of booking 3 parties tomorrow night. That's always the best way to get more parties: try to get the ladies in front of you who trust you and know you are fun to have their own party! Well, I'm going to a Greek Mixer tonight, and I have a goal of booking at least one party with someone at the function tonight. I don't care what organization she is, and I don't care if there's a guy who wants a card to give to his non-Greek girlfriend or wife. Someone is booking a party tonight!
This is so serious that I've already come up with a nice "Greek Mixer Special". If a lady books her party with me tonight and holds the party, she'll automatically earn a 15% hostess credit instead of the usual 10%. On top of that, if she's able to get at least 20 ladies there, she'll get $25 more in credit. If the sales are $500 or greater, she'll earn another $25 in credit. If she's so big and bad that she and her guests can rack up $700 in sales, then the hostess will earn 40% off any one item she wants.
You think I won't book a party tonight??? Watch me....
I'm still hungry as hell because I need more parties after this one. I could just be shy and try to bank on reaching (or surpassing!) the goal of booking 3 parties tomorrow night. That's always the best way to get more parties: try to get the ladies in front of you who trust you and know you are fun to have their own party! Well, I'm going to a Greek Mixer tonight, and I have a goal of booking at least one party with someone at the function tonight. I don't care what organization she is, and I don't care if there's a guy who wants a card to give to his non-Greek girlfriend or wife. Someone is booking a party tonight!
This is so serious that I've already come up with a nice "Greek Mixer Special". If a lady books her party with me tonight and holds the party, she'll automatically earn a 15% hostess credit instead of the usual 10%. On top of that, if she's able to get at least 20 ladies there, she'll get $25 more in credit. If the sales are $500 or greater, she'll earn another $25 in credit. If she's so big and bad that she and her guests can rack up $700 in sales, then the hostess will earn 40% off any one item she wants.
You think I won't book a party tonight??? Watch me....
4.24.2007
Prouder than a papa peacock watching eggs hatch
I'm really proud of accomplishing something small because I'm trying to make a big ol' comeback after having someone rob my apartment. Trust me...more on this shortly.
Finally, I did something to start building my business. I used the technology provided by Slumber Parties to generate my own professional ad!!! I actually did it all by myself. I even got a nifty logo out of it that says "Slumber Parties by ____".
I know it seems silly to be so proud of something that might seem easy to some, but I've got a long ways to go from where I've been since last weekend. This is a baby step in the right direction. Now, the key will be continuing to take those unsure, wobbly baby steps that will evolve into long, confident strides because I know exactly what I'm doing.
First, I have to overcome some hurdles. I actually see a whole line of hurdles in front of me when I think of what I've had to go through recently. Two Saturdays ago, I visited my parents' house (unusual for a Saturday night) because my grandma was over there. She usually doesn't venture from the Eastside, but she had to come home with my Dad for a while. He was being a good Mama's boy and staying with her over the weekend while my uncle and aunt went out of town. That impressed me, too. Well, my 1 -2 hour visit turned into a sleepover. My brother, NOPI, spent the night, too, after coming back from a night of partying.
Well, we cut up for a while with Mom and our nephew who spent the night, too. NOPI leaves first while I cut up a little longer with my Mom. NOPI calls me while I'm in the car to tell me we were robbed. Robbed? Us? In East Point? About 2 miles from the Police Department? Noooo.... There must be a mistake. Um...there were plenty of mistakes made.
I won't go into detail, but we have a good idea who did it. The police are aware and just need to get 100% on the ball.
Meanwhile, we can't stay around the foolishness. We were literally going to move around the corner into a wonderful house with hardwood floors, way too much space, a pecan tree in the back, and quietness. Yes, a few hundred feet really would've provided a quieter atmosphere. We had to drop that and do one of the most humbling things I've ever done to date: we moved back into our parents' home.
I may have to go into those details later, but it still makes me emotional just thinking of going back home. The silver lining in the move is that maybe God put me in this position to get me ready for something wayyy greater than renting a house. Maybe there are some steps I'm gonna have to take that'll get me to being a homeowner sooner than I think. I still remember reading a book about a setback is not a step back; it's a step forward. I'll need to reread that and focus on that entire concept because I sincerely believe that I'm being set up for something bigger than I could imagine.
Despite the line of business I'm in, I really think God wants me to take myself to the next level with my SlumberParties business. It makes total sense right now.
Lastly, I had to drop that dude Sam. The abridged version: it just wasn't gonna work. Just wasn't. He's a nice guy but too many issues, and I never really had an infatuation or love for him. I liked what he did for me, not who he was. Believe it or not, the probability of me hurting him deep down in the long run was more concerning to me because that had more chance of coming true than the probability of me falling for him. I really want to get deep on this.
Shoutout to SupaChica for becoming my sister in Greekdom as she crossed into DeltaLand through the Marietta-Roswell Alumnae Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta. I love you, girl! (I would give more info, but I don't want to reveal her identity without her permission because some people really are computer savvy and might try to look up her info. See how I got yo' back? But don't look for too much more Crimson and Creme on my blog in the future. LOL)
Finally, I did something to start building my business. I used the technology provided by Slumber Parties to generate my own professional ad!!! I actually did it all by myself. I even got a nifty logo out of it that says "Slumber Parties by ____".
I know it seems silly to be so proud of something that might seem easy to some, but I've got a long ways to go from where I've been since last weekend. This is a baby step in the right direction. Now, the key will be continuing to take those unsure, wobbly baby steps that will evolve into long, confident strides because I know exactly what I'm doing.
First, I have to overcome some hurdles. I actually see a whole line of hurdles in front of me when I think of what I've had to go through recently. Two Saturdays ago, I visited my parents' house (unusual for a Saturday night) because my grandma was over there. She usually doesn't venture from the Eastside, but she had to come home with my Dad for a while. He was being a good Mama's boy and staying with her over the weekend while my uncle and aunt went out of town. That impressed me, too. Well, my 1 -2 hour visit turned into a sleepover. My brother, NOPI, spent the night, too, after coming back from a night of partying.
Well, we cut up for a while with Mom and our nephew who spent the night, too. NOPI leaves first while I cut up a little longer with my Mom. NOPI calls me while I'm in the car to tell me we were robbed. Robbed? Us? In East Point? About 2 miles from the Police Department? Noooo.... There must be a mistake. Um...there were plenty of mistakes made.
I won't go into detail, but we have a good idea who did it. The police are aware and just need to get 100% on the ball.
Meanwhile, we can't stay around the foolishness. We were literally going to move around the corner into a wonderful house with hardwood floors, way too much space, a pecan tree in the back, and quietness. Yes, a few hundred feet really would've provided a quieter atmosphere. We had to drop that and do one of the most humbling things I've ever done to date: we moved back into our parents' home.
I may have to go into those details later, but it still makes me emotional just thinking of going back home. The silver lining in the move is that maybe God put me in this position to get me ready for something wayyy greater than renting a house. Maybe there are some steps I'm gonna have to take that'll get me to being a homeowner sooner than I think. I still remember reading a book about a setback is not a step back; it's a step forward. I'll need to reread that and focus on that entire concept because I sincerely believe that I'm being set up for something bigger than I could imagine.
Despite the line of business I'm in, I really think God wants me to take myself to the next level with my SlumberParties business. It makes total sense right now.
Lastly, I had to drop that dude Sam. The abridged version: it just wasn't gonna work. Just wasn't. He's a nice guy but too many issues, and I never really had an infatuation or love for him. I liked what he did for me, not who he was. Believe it or not, the probability of me hurting him deep down in the long run was more concerning to me because that had more chance of coming true than the probability of me falling for him. I really want to get deep on this.
Shoutout to SupaChica for becoming my sister in Greekdom as she crossed into DeltaLand through the Marietta-Roswell Alumnae Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta. I love you, girl! (I would give more info, but I don't want to reveal her identity without her permission because some people really are computer savvy and might try to look up her info. See how I got yo' back? But don't look for too much more Crimson and Creme on my blog in the future. LOL)
4.01.2007
It's all over, but it's GRRRREAT!!!
I'm still someone on Cloud 22. Cloud 9 didn't exist last night when it was announced that the winner for the sororities was Sigma Gamma Rho, Eta Sigma chapter. Just typing those words is still a shock to my system. In the years that the Stone Mountain-Lithonia Alumnae Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta hosted the show (which is a HUGE moneymaker), no other team had won first place except the Deltas, no matter what chapter. Year Six came around, and Atlanta had no idea what my step team had in store.
Not only did we win First Place for the sororities, but we also won the awared for the crunkest step performance overall. It's amazing that we stepped that hard, that crunk, for that long, and there was no other team that was judged to be better. The only thing more amazing was hearing the words, "Second place goes to...Delta Sigma Theta." We knew we had it, but we had to make sure, so we had to tell some of our members to not get excited until it was officially announced that the Zetas hadn't won first place. When those sweet words hit our ears, I was frozen with shock. Then, I started jumping myself up and down, hugging my sorors on stage while a single tear escaped the corner of my eye but didn't roll down my cheek. Hugs went around for quite some time before we went to pose with our humongous trophy for pictures. We also won the award for the crunkest overall performance, male or female.
Some of you may not understand, but history was made last night. We beat of team of Deltas...in Atlanta, which can be nicknamed Deltaland. Not only did we beat the team, but we beat them at a show sponsored by their sorority. I've never seen so many Deltas ride out of a parking lot so fast.
The three months of practice paid off, and I'm so proud to say I was a part of it all. One of the best parts was seeing one of my sorors who drove all the way from Florida to see us again. (If you're reading, thanks hun.) Another great thing: a Zeta stopped me and made sure to tell me, "You held it down on the stage for the big girls." That was my goal! I might be big girl, but I didn't not want to get on that stage and be tired after 1 minute. I was exhausted afterward...as in breathing problems and slight chest pain complicated by allergies. But I was "rockin'" it, as my Dad said after watching us.
Will we step again? We don't know yet. We just know we won one of the biggest shows in Atlanta, and it's because we went into the arena with a first place attitude. We got crunk in the dressing room and made it happen, shawty!!!
Not only did we win First Place for the sororities, but we also won the awared for the crunkest step performance overall. It's amazing that we stepped that hard, that crunk, for that long, and there was no other team that was judged to be better. The only thing more amazing was hearing the words, "Second place goes to...Delta Sigma Theta." We knew we had it, but we had to make sure, so we had to tell some of our members to not get excited until it was officially announced that the Zetas hadn't won first place. When those sweet words hit our ears, I was frozen with shock. Then, I started jumping myself up and down, hugging my sorors on stage while a single tear escaped the corner of my eye but didn't roll down my cheek. Hugs went around for quite some time before we went to pose with our humongous trophy for pictures. We also won the award for the crunkest overall performance, male or female.
Some of you may not understand, but history was made last night. We beat of team of Deltas...in Atlanta, which can be nicknamed Deltaland. Not only did we beat the team, but we beat them at a show sponsored by their sorority. I've never seen so many Deltas ride out of a parking lot so fast.
The three months of practice paid off, and I'm so proud to say I was a part of it all. One of the best parts was seeing one of my sorors who drove all the way from Florida to see us again. (If you're reading, thanks hun.) Another great thing: a Zeta stopped me and made sure to tell me, "You held it down on the stage for the big girls." That was my goal! I might be big girl, but I didn't not want to get on that stage and be tired after 1 minute. I was exhausted afterward...as in breathing problems and slight chest pain complicated by allergies. But I was "rockin'" it, as my Dad said after watching us.
Will we step again? We don't know yet. We just know we won one of the biggest shows in Atlanta, and it's because we went into the arena with a first place attitude. We got crunk in the dressing room and made it happen, shawty!!!
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