Aint' this some shit?

~People that try to borrow money from you, when they already owe you money.
~People that have had said money so long, you have to borrow it back.
~People who call you, hang up before you can get to the phone, but don't answer when you call them RIGHT back.
~People who lie for no reason.
~People who come up to your desk and stick there nasty hands into your potato chip bag without asking.
~People who cut the cake at office parties, and lick their fingers in between slices.
~Being smarter and more qualified than your supervisor.
~People at work interrupting you and calling you all the way down the hall to come look at pictures of their dogs.
~People eavesdropping on your personal conversations and then having the balls to comment on them.
~People who wear sandals/summer gear in the winter, and then complain all day about how cold they are.
~One person in the office controlling the heat for everyone because she has hot flashes.
~People with bad breath who insist upon talking less than an inch away from your face.
~People who dig in their ass/nose in public
~Coming out of the bathroom stall the same time as a co-worker, watching her walk out without washing her hands, and being stuck with the knowledge that she has served you food or touched you before.
~People who come to work with dog/cat hair all over them.
~People who steal your lunch out of the fridge and act like it was a simple case of mistaken identity.
~People who blow smoke up your ass instead of saying 'I don't know'.
~People who spray perfume/cologne over funk.
~People who borrow your pen and then chew on the cap.
~People who borrow your pen and then dig in their ears with it.

The Art of War

Sun-Tzu The Art of War Chapter 6: Weakness & Strength

Generally the one who first occupies the battlefield awaiting the enemy is at ease; the one who comes later and rushes into battle is fatigued.

Therefore those skilled in warfare move the enemy, and are not moved by the enemy.

Getting the enemy to approach on his own accord is a matter of showing him advantage; stopping him from approaching is a matter of showing him harm.

Therefore, if the enemy is at ease, be able to exhaust him

If the enemy is well fed, be able to starve him

If the enemy is settled, be able to move him

Appear at places where he must rush to defend, and rush to places where he least expects.

I try to apply much of this philosophy to daily life. The word enemy can be easily replaced with boss, co-worker, friend, or lover. To me this chapter is about emotional and mental preparedness. I grew up in a household where tears and excuses were not tolerated. Where strength was rewarded and weakness was punished. Where being right was important and winning was everything. I think in a way it stunted my emotional growth but I also feel it prepared me for the cruelties and unfairness of life. I try to always be the one with the upper hand. “Therefore those skilled in warfare move the enemy, and are not moved by the enemy.” Words to live by, don’t you think?

I don't like to be surprised or unprepared. To be prepared for anything is a skill that takes a lot of hard work to sharpen and can never be mastered. But still I try. To me mental preparedness is important if you don't want to go thru life dumbfounded.

The only place I fail, and miserably I might add, is in relationships. When it comes to relationships, I find myself flailing and struggling to keep up with all the little things you have to maintain to make them successful. In relationships people often surprise me and have me scrambling to find my footing. I hate that feeling. All the little idiosyncrasies people have, the character flaws, the emotional baggage, are very hard for me to handle because I always believe the best about someone and when I see the worse it really devastates me. My biggest problem is expecting from others what I would give. In doing so I am disappointed 90% of the time.

Maintaining friendships are like a full time job. Especially with women. Friendships with women can be the most fulfilling things you will ever have in your life. There is nothing like having a good girlfriend to talk to and shop with and tell your secrets too. But there is a flip side to that. Usually in relationships with females you have to constantly be aware of her feelings. It's like navigating a land mine. One wrong step and you're obliterated. I was listening to the radio the other day and for some reason they were talking about the show Golden Girls. One of the radio personalities said she told her girlfriends that's how they would be when they got old, and the other guy said "Black women don't stay friends that long". It really got me to thinking about it. I have lost so many good girlfriends over dumb stuff it's not even funny. Friends that I’ve known since grade school and we fell out over money or he said she said shit. Things that shouldn't even matter. For me it is difficult to deal with the little necessities and intricacies of friendships. I’m better with the tangible things. Need to borrow money? If I have it, it's yours. Need me to baby-sit? Bring the rugrat over. Need a place to stay? Come on in. All the major crises my friends face, they know to call me cause' I'm there. I will give them my last. It's the emotionality of friendships that I struggle with, the words of encouragement, the shoulder to cry on. If my friend comes to me crying because she lost her job, it is hard for me sit and listen to her cry about it, I want to get the want ads and start looking. I want to get online and help get her resume together. That's my way of showing I care. I've lost friendships over my perceived nonchalance. It's not that I don't care; I just show that I care differently, the only way I know how really. Is this some kind of flaw in my character? I mean shouldn't I be able to deal with the complexities of friendships? I have a few good girlfriends who really understand me and take me for who I am, and I am so grateful for them. But sometimes I feel like I have missed out on a lot.


Having said all that, the question that keeps ringing in my head is:

Are relationships hard for other Black women or is it just me?

Brain freeze, Barney, & Contempt

Damn it's cold. I'm freezing my ass off. If it gets any colder I'm moving. I would rather be cold than hot, any day, but this is ridiculous. Anytime you get brain freeze from being outside, something’s not right.

Not to much has been going on with me. Still preparing for my son's first birthday party on Sunday. I’m so excited. It's amazing how expensive a birthday party can get if you don't control yourself. I had to snap back to reality the other day at the party supply store. Anything that had Barney on it, I just put it in the cart. The price was irrelevant. The sky is the limit for my baby’s first birthday. Don't bring me just any Barney balloon, bring me the life-sized talking balloon. Paper cups? For my Peanut? Bring me the glass ones in the shape of Baby Bop. That is until I got to the register. $167.36? WTF? Am I crazy? Damn near $170 in cups and shit. I walked my happy ass back to the aisle, put everything back, and started over. Got some cups, plates, tablecloth, party hats, streamers... $69.20. That's more like it. I'll get the rest from Wal-Mart. As long as it's purple no one will know.

My baby walked last night. He's taken tentative steps before, but last night he walked from my sister all the way across the kitchen floor right into my open arms. Then I cried. Not because he could walk but because he's not my baby anymore. I know he's only one but this is just the beginning. First walking, then running, then preschool, kindergarten. What's next, beer... cigarettes? Why can't they stay this size forever? He's already so independent it scares me. He doesn't even want me to hold him most of the time. It's crazy. I miss my baby. But I'm so thankful, he's happy and healthy.

I've been going thru with my son's father lately. The other day we had a conversation that made me look at him differently. Those of you who have read my blog know that I think the world of him. He's been a truly amazing force in my life. But this conversation made me hate him. Made me feel like I couldn't trust him. I'm sad about that. I never thought I would be able to feel that way about him. Loyalty and trust are the two most important things to me in any relationship. Even in friendships. It's simple with me, either you're for me or you're against me. Period. That's how I am in all my relationships. If someone I love doesn't like you than I don't like you. Simple as that. If you have a problem with my family than you have a problem with me. Loyalty is something I find lacking in a lot of people I've come across and I simply won't tolerate it. The conversation I had with my son's father made me feel like he wasn't on my side and that made my insides churn. He said things that I never thought he would say and now I'm left with this bad taste in my mouth, and try as I mite I can’t seem to get rid of it. I'm trying to be rational and not let this one thing erase all the good he's done, but that's hard for me. Usually it's one and done. You have one time to disrespect me, one time to betray me, one time to hurt me… one time and I'm done. That's it. I will walk away from you so fast you'll wonder if I was ever really there. I don't give a frogs fat ass about the consequences. So right now I'm struggling with my old self and the person I am trying to become. A person who forgives for mistakes and gives second chances. Pray for me yall.

Well it's official

Today Bush is being sworn in for his second term, and I am just as disgusted as I was for the first. So in honor, I am reposting one I did in September.

Disenfranchised

I usually don't talk politics. I think it's a very personal matter. I don't ask people who they vote for, or even if they are Democrat or Republican. I do however think it's important to vote. I've always felt strongly about that, but I’ve never felt as strongly as I do this year. I am a Democrat, whatever that means. What it doesn't mean is I won't vote for a Republican candidate if one comes along that I can believe in. Having said that, I can't believe anyone, Republican or otherwise would vote for Bush/Cheney this upcoming election. Bush is a liar. Plain and simple. He lied about the reason he went to war and he continues to lie about it even after everyone else has found out the truth. There were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. He knew it and his administration knew it. I have a theory that some Presidents secretly want a war during their term. Especially if things aren't going so well. Nothing like a war to make Americans forget the real issues. And you know what pisses me off? This administration and its supporters are giving the impression that anyone who speaks negatively about the war is unpatriotic or doesn't support our troops. I love this country. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I also support our troops, they are doing something I couldn't do and wouldn't unless I was forced to. Speaking up about the negative effects of the war on this country doesn't make me unpatriotic, it makes me American. Freedom of speech, remember? Our troops are over there for the wrong reasons; fighting a fight they can't win. This war is our generations Vietnam. This isn't the Wild Wild West where you can just ride into town on the white horse and shoot all the bad guys in black. It's a little more complicated than that. These days it's hard to tell who the good and bad guys are, so you can't just charge in guns blazing. It's like Bush is living out some childhood Cowboy and Indians fantasy. The evidence that he and his henchmen are taking this country on a slow ride to destruction is all around us. The job market is virtually nonexistent, healthcare costs are increasing, fuel prices are increasing, his incompetence is increasing and my anger is increasing. He's destroying our hard-cultivated relationships with the rest of the world, and making a mockery out of the United Nations. And you know the biggest reason I'm angry? Where the hell is Osama Bin Laden? How come his name hasn't been mentioned in months? Did Bush forget 9/11? Did he forget that not only was Bin Laden one of the masterminds behind the mission, he funded it also? The war in Iraq is a pitiful ruse to keep our minds off the real issues. Bush is pushing his own agenda under the guise that it's what's best for the American people. He's playing on our fears. Terrorism has become this administrations buzzword. Say terrorism and we immediately conjure up images of firemen and police officers digging thru the wreckage of the World Trade Centers. Mr. President, why has your administration lost almost 2 million jobs and fallen short of your employment prediction by almost 7 million? Terrorism. Mr. President, since you took office, 5 million Americans have lost their health insurance. Today, one in seven (45 million) Americans has no health coverage. Why? Terrorism. Mr. President why has your administration failed to provide the promised resources necessary for schools to meet the requirements of the No Child Left Behind Act, underfunding your own law by $27 billion? Terrorism. Mr. President... well you get the picture. And what ever happened to separating church and state? Bush is shoving his own religious beliefs down our throats. It's evident in his stance on gay marriages. I am proudly heterosexual. I don't know if being gay is wrong, in my opinion that's for God to judge. What I do know is it's wrong for the government to tell homosexuals they can't marry. Because the issue isn’t about homosexual marriage, it's about civil liberties. If the government can tell gays they can't marry who's next? A black person can't marry a white person? A Catholic can't marry a Jew? Sound crazy? Well think about it. The very definition of civil liberty is EQUAL protection under the law - EQUAL treatment regardless of race, sex, religion or national origin and your right to privacy and freedom from unwarranted government intrusion into your personal and private affairs. This goes to the very heart of the Constitution. If these rights are threatened then the cornerstone of American politics and democracy is threatened. Think about all those priceless freedoms we cherish in our country. Aren't they what make our country different from so many others?

So as election day draws near, really think about what's at stake here. It's not just partisan, it's not just about the have's and the have not's. It's not just about black and white, old or young, gay or straight, male or female. It's just about FREEDOM.

Answers...

Apocalypse:

~That's a hard question to answer because there are so many things I want to accomplish with my life.
~Being a good parent and helping my son grow into a capable, positive, productive member of society is right up there at the top.
~Being happy and contented and having no regrets or doubts is another.
~Womanhood....it's almost indescribable, but I see it in my mother, in my grandmother, in my aunts. It's that sexiness, that confidence, that spirit, that.....like I said it's hard to describe.
~Career/school... I want to go back to school and get my masters degree and continue in social work.
~I've always wanted to write a novel and publish a book of my poetry.
~If I were to leave this earth right now I want the people most important to me to be able to say that they knew I loved them, that I always tried my best, and that I was a good person with an open heart.

That's such a small part of the things I want to accomplish but you get the picture:)

Toya:

~My favorite movies are:
Romance: Love Jones/Disappearing Acts
Fantasy: Lord of the Rings Return of the King
Comedy: Harlem Nights
Drama: Rosewood/A Raisin in the Sun/Kids
Action: The Last Castle/Tears of the Sun/ The Patriot
Documentary: Fahrenheit 9/11
~My favorite color is orange
~I am in love now, deeply in love, and it's a bitch! :)
~Favorite food is any kind of potato
~Favorite restaurant is Zanzibar Blue
~I just want to be happy in 10 years. Raising my son, living my life, making my money, taking care of my business.

Sorry about the long favorite movie list, I just couldn't name one, and I still could have added more:)

DaKelzz:

~New York
~Red
~Jesus, silly! :)
~Yes one more, but only if I can be guaranteed another boy:)

The Humanity Critic:

~I still want to be a case manager, just somewhere different.
~Only 3? Damn, that's a hard one. I guess it would have to be My Life-Mary J. Blige, Who is Jill Scott, my mixed slow jam/old school rap CD that Benjamin made for me. Ha so there!

Belle

~My biggest mistake would be not speaking to my mother for over 3 years.
~Excellent question. Hmmmmm.....Blubber by Judy Blume. It was first book I ever read. I was in the third grade and I read it cover to cover in three days. I loved it so much I begged my mom to buy me Freckle Juice. After that I was hooked on reading. Reading relaxes me, inspires me, makes me laugh, sometimes even cry, most of all it makes me think. And I owe it all to Blubber.
~The perfect date to me would include stimulating, easy conversation, a little romance, and a lot of fun. It could be a Sixers game or a romantic restaurant, as long as it has those three things it's all good to me. A little kissing never hurt either:)
~I would love to say that as long as the female loves him and treats him right it doesn't matter, but I would be lying. Coming from a family of strong, faithful, funny, caring, wonderful, loving Black women, I see so many benefits for him to date a Black woman. In my opinion no one can understand a Black man, like a Black woman. Some things are just understood between our people. It doesn't have to be spoken because we come from the same place. We all have our gettin in trouble in church stories, our Big Mama stories, our getting our ears burnt while our mom hot combed our hair stories, our Uncle Junebug stories.....u get the picture. Having said all of that, if he does decide to date outside his race I will accept it and not treat the young lady any differently for it.
~Africa, for obvious reasons.

Soulful:

~Change my past
~"I hate you" being the last words I said to my ex, before he was killed in a car accident.
~Deaf
~Trusting people who weren't trustworthy. Just like my mama says "everyone that smiles at you aint your friend".

Thank you guys for all your questions. Sorry for the long-winded answers. Blessings

Hello

As you know I haven't been posting, because I have writers block. I still do but I'm going to try to put something down so people won't lose interest in my blog. If in fact anyone has any interest in my blog.

First off, I've been planning the hell out of my son's first birthday party. It's going to be at Chuck E. Cheese. I started to have it at my place, but I realized I didn't want a bunch of screaming rugrats who are hopped up on sugar destroying my house. So Chuck E. Cheese it is. Let them eat cake!

All the decorations are Barney since Peanut is addicted to him. He even recognizes the purple DVD case the movie is in. As soon as I pull it out of my cabinet he starts laughing and clapping. Silly Peanut! I have so much left to do and the party is less than two weeks away. I was originally inviting 20 kids and 10 adults, but when I went online to book it, they only had room for 10 kids and 10 adults, so I had to take what I could get. I was a little pissed about that, but now I don't give a damn what Chuck says, I sent out 20 invites. What are they gonna do kick us out? Please Chuck don't kick us out.

I am so upset about my job situation right now. I'm so mad I don't know if I can accurately describe what's going on so I won't even try. Suffice it to say, I'm going be looking elsewhere for employment.

I've been seeing a lot of Q&A posts and since it was like pulling teeth to write the little bit that I did, I will open up the floor for questions. Ask me anything and I will answer your questions as promptly as I can. Not to sound like a loser, but if no one asks me a question I'm going to feel like the fat kid who gets picked last in gym class.

I HAVE A DREAM

Martin Luther King Jr.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Out of the mouth of Bush.......

"Sometimes, words have consequences you don't intend them to mean," Bush said Thursday. " 'Bring 'em on' is the classic example, when I was really trying to rally the troops and make it clear to them that I fully understood, you know, what a great job they were doing. And those words had an unintended consequence. It kind of, some interpreted it to be defiance in the face of danger. That certainly wasn't the case."


In the week after the Sept. 11 attacks, Bush was asked if he wanted Bin Laden, the terrorist leader blamed for the attacks, dead.


"I want justice," Bush said. "And there's an old poster out West, that I recall, that said, 'Wanted, Dead or Alive.' "


Recalling the Bin Laden remark, Bush said Thursday: "I can remember getting back to the White House, and Laura said, 'Why did you do that for?' I said, 'Well, it was just an expression that came out. I didn't rehearse it.'

Blocked

I have writers block. I can't think of anything to write. Actually I've thought of a million things to write and that's the problem. To many thoughts. Nothing seems to materialize. The only thing I am able to write about is not being able to write.

Thank you Bill.....

"I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody."
Bill Cosby

Amen. I am such a people pleaser. Sometimes I find myself sparing other people's feelings at the expense of my own. When I saw that quote it really hit home with me. I have to change my behavior. I can no longer sacrifice what I want and need to make others feel good. I do this a lot with my mother and my sister. Because they are so important to me I don't stand up for myself with them. I stand up for myself with my friends and Benjamin but for some reason when it comes to my family I just can't. I don't like to make my mom upset. She has such sensitive feelings sometimes. Lately I've been thinking that she uses that as a way of not having to be accountable for the things she says and does. She's a good person, don't get me wrong. She's wonderful. She's been there for me when no one else was, but I think she likes to avoid reality. I think she can dish it out but can't take it. So I'm going to start finding a non disrespectful way of letting her know that she's pissed me off. Same with my sister. It seems as though she thinks the world revolves around her. If it does, I didn't get that memo. She's wonderful too. I never met someone so generous. But at the same time she's so self centered its unreal. I love them both dearly but something has to give or I'm gonna snap out. I don't let anyone walk all over me. Not my friends, not my man, not the people at work, so why I do it with my family is beyond me.

Tomorrow I will post all of my resolutions......until then Happy New Year!

Peanut's first Christmas

Happy New Year

Happy New Year everyone. May this new year bring you all you want and need.

Blessings

Shirley Chisholm

I ran for the Presidency, despite hopeless odds, to demonstrate the sheer will and refusal to accept the status quo." "The next time a woman runs, or a black, a Jew or anyone from a group that the country is 'not ready' to elect to its highest office, I believe that he or she will be taken seriously from the start."

Shirley Chisholm never accepted she was less than because she was Black or because she was a woman. She had courage to face and beat the odds, becoming the first Black woman elected to Congress, and later the first black person to seek a major party's nomination for the U.S. presidency. She personified strength and dignity, never entertaining the thought that she couldn't be all she wanted. Her sheer will and determination are legendary. Her accomplishments have left an indelible legacy for Black women and politics.

Rest in Peace.