I have to be me!!!

So I have abandoned my blog and I regret it.  I was putting too much energy into trying to make it perfect and it became a burden rather than a source of release.  So I apologize upfront if there are spelling mistakes or if my sentence structures are not correct.  I created this blog to just be me and I am far from perfect.  I will begin to post and if it is not everyday....it is OK cause sometimes I just don't want to.  If I post 3 times a day...that is OK too.  I am going to be me in this post and I hope I do not offend anyone....do not take it personal.  Love you and I hope you stay with me on my journey.

SUMMERTIME!!

Will Smith created a classic with his song Summertime. Even though he made this song years ago, it can still be played and receive the same reception. People dance and sing along to this untimely hit. How can this be? Simply put, this song accurately reflects the mood and spirit people are in when this season approaches. Especially me!! I LOVE this time of year. I love the hot weather, the food associated with summer, the activities, and the gatherings...The Fun. Fruits such as watermelon, cantaloupe and cherries are so sweet and juicy. So tasty. It seems as if this time comes and ends so quickly. Especially for us in the northern states. Summer just arrived for us but I am hoping that it stays until at least Labor Day. So in honor of this time of year...blast Mr. Smith and bob your head - cuz it's Summertime.

I Don't Know Defeat!

As humans, we tend to make excuses for our failures. Victimization is easier to face than realization. As I approach another birthday, I decided that I will no longer play the victim and I faced my reality that I can no longer just sit back and hope for things to occur. I have to set goals and make action plans to reach my goals. As I discussed with my husband this past week, we are God's children and He wants us to have so much more. He wants to bless us. So instead of sitting back and hoping for the 1 day, I am claiming that today is my Day 1. I know where I want to be so with God's guidance, they will be completed. Thank you Heavenly Father for opening my eyes for all you have in store for me and my family.

When I Grow Up

My cousin starts my birthday countdown as soon as we hit June 1st. So as my birthday quickly approaches this year, my thoughts have been surrounded by all the dreams I had as a child and where I am with them. Sadly, I am so off mark. I am truly blessed that I have a healthy marriage and am a mother to wonderful children but that was not in my plans. I planned on going to college, being a career woman and live in a Brownstone in Brooklyn or Harlem (like ol' girl in Brown Sugar.) I would only drink bottled water and have a little puppy.  I never imagined being a wife and mom but I am so happy that I have my family.  However my career path is at a stand still and this frustrates me. I am in a good job field but I don't experience job satisfaction or feel that I am making a contribution to society. I don’t see myself in a career.  I have a job!!  I learned my job and think I do it well but I surely did not NEED two degrees to perform my job description. Now that my company is facing troubled times and my job is not stable, it is causing me to question again....what do I want to be when I grow up?

Reading is Fundamental

I love books. From as long as I can remember, I loved reading. Well I need to clarify, I loved reading Fiction. As a child, I never asked my parents for specific toys or clothes. In fact, I could care less about these items.  However, monthly when the teacher would hand out the Scholastic Book order form, I could not wait to get home and select my books and ask my parents to indulge in my book addiction. I remember my favorite books at the time were "The Babysitters Club" series. My library was quite extensive. As I got older, I continued to read and most times when I was not allowed to hang out with my friends, one could find me on the front steps reading. My genre at the time was African American fiction. As an adult, I continue to read and have discovered a new best friend - my library card. I read books entirely too quickly to purchase and most importantly, I do not have space to store these books. Not only have I changed from how I acquire my books but my taste in books has changed slightly as well. I have developed a new found love of African American Christian Fiction. I am not sure if it has to do with my desire to live a better Christian life but these books speak to my soul. My ultimate goal is to start a book club dedicated to reading these books and discussing how these books relate to our lives and in the world today. I credit my love of books to my Dad who definitely believed in reading and my baby boy is following in our footsteps. He loves books as well, especially when it is time to go to bed.

Peace is Priceless

I don’t only want to depict negativity on this blog so I would like to share that I had a wonderful morning.  Although I was tired, I only hit the snooze button once.  (I know I am trying.)  Once up, I got myself together and woke up the little one.  Thankfully he had a dry bed.  Not sure why, but for the last two nights, he has wet the bed and this is so out of his character.  So he got up with only a few tugs this morning.  At this time, the older boy’s alarm goes off.  I kept praying that I would not have to go in there and wake him up.  My prayers were answered…although he had the grill face he got out of the bed without my assistance.  Both boys got ready quickly and ate breakfast and I did not encounter any attitudes.  My only setback was the little one pretending to be the karate kid and jacking the older boy up at various times throughout the morning.  I did not have to iron clothes this morning since I ironed on Sunday.  I packed my breakfast and lunch and headed out the door on time.  My car started without any problems and I took both boys with me.  In the car we played the “looking for the stop signs” game.  I made up a song to accompany the game and even the older boy participated in the activity.  They both were excited.  When I got to the preschool, I let the older boy catch the bus to get to school and I took the little one in.  The little one stopped to say good morning to his old teacher and class but then he went into the new classroom with no resistance.  I received two kisses and a big hug.  On my drive to the train, I saw the older boy walking to his school.  Good job boys!!!  I found a good parking space right away, I did not wait long for the bus, I was able to walk to the back of the bus and got a seat on the train and I slept.  Mornings like these are just priceless.

Move Chick -Get out the way!

I have complete knowledge about the history in regards to being forced to the sit in the back of the bus.  I also understand that at one point in time, the rowdy, disrespectful teenagers would cause havoc in the rear of the bus.  However, we have come a long way baby and times have changed.  I get so upset when people push and shove to get on the bus and then stop in the front.  If you know that you are not going to move to the back of the bus….wait in the back of the line.  Then bus drivers will not stop and pick up more passengers if the front of the bus is full.  I get so upset when a bus rolls pass me and the back of the bus is empty.  Lastly, I hate when I get on the bus and attempt to get to the back and the passengers will not move out of my way and get an attitude when they get pushed to the side.  Yes I do push!!!  Come on people, I want to get to my destination just like you so either move to the back or step to the side.  Just my rant of the day.