My baby is officially in Pre-K. To say its amazing would be putting it mildly. I am so proud of him. I knew that once he was there he was going to love it. That is all that matters that he thrives. I love my children and David and are so elated that Jermaine is happy and in school. To God Be The Glory.
I am praying for the Bahamas. In every city there's delegates and a coalition that is sending aid through various organizations. If all else fails contact Reality star and philanthropist Bethenny Frankel who is spearheading relief efforts through her charitable endeavors. They are devastated and need assistance.
I have an exciting month coming up ahead. I am very thankful that life is good. Worry is the thief of joy. What's to be is to be! When you yearn for peace and it is granted you will live and feel differently. The life The Creator has given me is one that brings me unbridled happiness. I spent an entire year worrying about a GREAT day! That's over! Like I am living my best life EVER! I have carved out a niche for myself. Just me. To whom much is given much is required!
When I was in Martin my first period class was typing. They were fixing the roads in my community so we were always excused for lateness. That set the stage for...anyway I'm drifting lol. My typing teacher was a bitch. So cruising off that I got skipped in junior high school AND I work in the guidance counselors office I NEVER WENT. Open school night my Mother and the teacher got into it. This bitch told Mommy in 1991 that I needed to learn how to type because that's the only way I was gonna get a job. I STILL LAUGH. My mother let the Far Rock come out of her. I was fourteen and old enough to understand that my Mother had a good ass job and she would really fight this bitch right HERE. She even brought up that kindergarten comment from Ms. Chakins old. dry, flat ass.
I still cannot fathom how I ended up being so wild in high school. Nana always said it was ok I needed to experience that. I cut at her house in the afternoons with half the damn school. The One Life to Live years, I wouldn't trade that time for anything. I believe that now too. I was such a NERD. I still AM. It wasn't ALL bad. I had experiences that shaped who I am. I saw alot of life hanging in different areas. I just dragged Mommy through so much. She got over it-she worked at the phone company with Auntie in High School. She knew I loved that job. I did it WELL. I met alot of great people and learned alot. That's where I learned how to type Directory Assistance. I cannot believe it been over twenty years.
I'm a ride for mines like my parents rode for me. If it entails devoting my EVERYTHING for them to find their voices I will. I owe it to the lady who worked overnight and still drove me to school everyday because she loved me.
I am praying for the Bahamas. In every city there's delegates and a coalition that is sending aid through various organizations. If all else fails contact Reality star and philanthropist Bethenny Frankel who is spearheading relief efforts through her charitable endeavors. They are devastated and need assistance.
I have an exciting month coming up ahead. I am very thankful that life is good. Worry is the thief of joy. What's to be is to be! When you yearn for peace and it is granted you will live and feel differently. The life The Creator has given me is one that brings me unbridled happiness. I spent an entire year worrying about a GREAT day! That's over! Like I am living my best life EVER! I have carved out a niche for myself. Just me. To whom much is given much is required!
When I was in Martin my first period class was typing. They were fixing the roads in my community so we were always excused for lateness. That set the stage for...anyway I'm drifting lol. My typing teacher was a bitch. So cruising off that I got skipped in junior high school AND I work in the guidance counselors office I NEVER WENT. Open school night my Mother and the teacher got into it. This bitch told Mommy in 1991 that I needed to learn how to type because that's the only way I was gonna get a job. I STILL LAUGH. My mother let the Far Rock come out of her. I was fourteen and old enough to understand that my Mother had a good ass job and she would really fight this bitch right HERE. She even brought up that kindergarten comment from Ms. Chakins old. dry, flat ass.
I still cannot fathom how I ended up being so wild in high school. Nana always said it was ok I needed to experience that. I cut at her house in the afternoons with half the damn school. The One Life to Live years, I wouldn't trade that time for anything. I believe that now too. I was such a NERD. I still AM. It wasn't ALL bad. I had experiences that shaped who I am. I saw alot of life hanging in different areas. I just dragged Mommy through so much. She got over it-she worked at the phone company with Auntie in High School. She knew I loved that job. I did it WELL. I met alot of great people and learned alot. That's where I learned how to type Directory Assistance. I cannot believe it been over twenty years.
I'm a ride for mines like my parents rode for me. If it entails devoting my EVERYTHING for them to find their voices I will. I owe it to the lady who worked overnight and still drove me to school everyday because she loved me.
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