I know Christmas in America is about "getting".... its taught so young and as kids we ran to meet friends and family asking: "what did you get?". With so many with so little at this time I am reminded that Christmas is about "giving". Take the word in its literal form: More Christ. Lets be more like Christ and give...... many will not even know its Christmas
My heart is in Africa. Again, dominating the world on the places with the greatest need.
My dreams have been scary lately. Completely weird and out of control. Today I took my nap (yeah I need one everyday), and I dreamed that I was arrested for attempting to kill my best friends mom.... (she's already passed away). She was in the hospital and I was coming to visit her and see how she was feeling and I was arrested IN the hospital. Funny thing is that the police officer that came to arrest me was FINE and very pleasant (like this Detective I once dated... but better). He was very kind to me and I asked him not to cuff me in the back because "my breast are so large and it makes me uncomfortable" lol. He obliged and didn't cuff me at all. I then told my best friend who was there with all of her sisters glaring at me (the sisters, not her) to watch my laptop and purse...... Just before this dream I segued out of someone's party that was apparently related to this same best friend and I kept getting this weird feeling that although all these ppl were there that someone was trying to rob the place.... and I was responsible for serving the cake. So anyway back to the hospital thing.... so Officer Fine -Ass - Hell who told me politely that his name was James something something, took me to the station and I wanted to tell him I was a law student but I didn't. When he got me to the station, I started "consciously" in my mind reciting phone numbers of ppl that have phones that accept collect calls. I was trying to remember my friend Edwar's number, a newly minted attorney, as well as my sister's number. The booking lady was very nice and she commented on my lovely ball gown (right... WTF)..... which was covered by Officer Fine - Ass -Hell's jacket, while she removed the handcuff which was just on one arm. When Officer Fine-Ass-Hell left, the booking lady couldn't find her Miranda rights and asked a coworker for hers. So I said, why am I being arrested? And she opened a file and pulled out an absolutely horrible ring and said, that my best friend's sister had in fact informed the police that I tried to kill her mother to get this ring. We laughed (the booking lady, me and the Miranda reading coworker). I really had to pee so I woke up.
But it unnerved me. I fear jail. I loathe thieves and I really love fine ass hell officers.
Just two nights before this, I dreamed that my two other best friends (Tanya and Kellae the Atlanta girls) were arrested for murdering Kellae's sister (also dead already), who's body was discovered after a really long period of time. I obviously had knowledge of the murder and I was forced to be a party in the case despite me knowing they had done it.
Through out the dream, I kept thinking about the #'s 9 and 20 and I kept saying: You can't multiply them. While my conscience mind kept saying " you can multiply 9 times 20, you are great with math".
For years I used to record my dreams in a dream journal and try to analyze the recurring themes. I have a great friend that (consequently he has lots of the contact with the police) but anyway, he is a great prophet (no really) and can dream and analyze things BEFORE they happen. It's weird and I've never witnessed anything like that. But honestly he can do it. But he NEVER dreams about dead ppl... not ones that are dead at the time of the dream. I'm afraid of asking him about this madness.
Okay...... Yep, if the ET officials are reading this they are convinced that I am crazy. But I'm not! I promise!!! Ask Officer Fine- Ass - Hell......
TTYL Robbin
* so nice to have such close friends that you can share anything. Since none of my pre-blog, pre-adoption friends read this, with whom I'd NEVER share this craziness with, then I am safe from them reading this.
Adoption in sub saharan Africa is grown primarily because of AIDS. We are affected. Period. I can't allow myself to selfishly believe that God is allowing this epidemic to grow for the purpose of me becoming a parent. I am being allowed to adopt for the purpose of making change in the life of a child and promoting change in the life of a country; and in my own country; and within my own race; in my own community.
Please watch ALL OF US a documentary by an Ethiopian American doctor about women and AIDs and how the AIDS epidemic involving African American women and African women mirror each other so closely. Imagine, a third world country and urban America. Its on Showtime!!
I think everyone has heard some rendition of this story, I can't take credit for it, but I want to share it.
A family that was short on cash and had no food in the house. The family began to believe God to supply food for them that day. The husband came in the kitchen and told his wife to set the table. She said, “Honey, we have no food!” He told her to set the table anyway. She reluctantly set the table with plates, glasses, spoons, forks, napkins, and everything. She set the table just like she was about to serve a normal meal. The husband, wife, and their small son sat down at the table and looked at the empty plates. The little boy was, of course, very hungry. He looked at his dad and asked, “What are we going to eat?” His father replied, “Son the Lord will take care of us, you’ll see.” The little boy asked the same question, several times, and received the same reply from his dad. Soon, the little boy said, “I sure would love to have a chocolate pie.” Once again, his dad told him that the Lord would provide. Just a few moments later, there was a knock on the door. The father went to open the door and there was a man standing there with a basket of food. He said, “My wife cooked too much food, and the Lord said for me to bring this basket to you.” When they opened the basket, they found chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, beans, and bread; and last of all, they removed a chocolate pie. Sometimes in our lives we have to trust God right down to the last second. But God knows exactly how to take care of us. He can provide exactly what we need. He provides not only the meals we need, but He cares enough to send a chocolate pie to a little hungry boy.
I know I have been quiet. And I know I stopped my count down because I was given some news that caused me to feel disappointed and defeated. But I was asked by a dear friend to keep counting. Keep looking with anticipation and to "set the table". (Thanks Celeste). Iposted a few weeks ago about a really really challenging situation that I was enduring and I felt so much love and support from those that posted and prayed or prayed and didn't post. I just knew I had more warriors standing beside me then I even knew possible. I am so pleased to announce that my situation was resolved and although I was postponed a little I am back on track. But this is the thing... that postponement actually worked so well within my life that everything else shifted into place.
I'm real big on analogies so let me say this. I ran track in high school (and not one time since lol) and runners know that everyone starts in their own lane at a different spot but the distance is the same. Well, I was still on the track, I could see the finish line, but I was in the wrong lane! God slowed me down and got me back on track! Because trust me... you don't want to come in first and not be in the right lane. That's right disqualified! Thank you everyone for praying for me and with me.
So with that being said, and back by popular demand (ok, not really), I will continue to count. Because although my adoption may be delayed, I have not been disqualified. I don't know what's gonna happen when I get up there in the numbers lol. Maybe I'll start counting old boyfriends, that will get me thru about 100 weeks!
I saw this on a friends page, and I just need to say, PRAISE HIM IN ADVANCE. Because my daughter is coming home.
Hello Friends, I just wanted to stop in and give Thanksgiving wishes! I have so much to be thankful for and I am reminded that this world wide web has put so much of the world within my reach. I have met so many friends along the way and gained knowledge that has helped to destroy the many myths perpetuated by the media. I thought about this and wanted to share it, its a blast from the past but fitting!
BTW, I am ever hopeful that single mother adoptions in Ethiopia will not be limited. I know that this is not in my hands (thank goodness cause I would surely mess it up) but I just have a real good feeling that something is gonna break......
Somebody that I know was told by someone that they know that was told by their cousins aunt who heard that..........
Just kidding. You know how I purchased my car seat a few months back and was so pleased about the deal I got on ebay? ( I think I talked about it.... Britax, for 180.00 including shipping and retails for 250.00). Well this trumps that deal by about 1000%! And since I needed two car seats, I ran over and purchased another!
That's right! A Britax car seat for 42.00!!!!!!!!!!! This is amazing, too good to be true and I am waiting on my, "April Fool's email". In November.
I purchased mine and didn't have to get the "moo moo" one which is also a steal at 59.00. And they both have free shipping..... no kidding. Check it out for yourself ! I feel like I hit the lottery!!! And it won't be here until December. Until then, I will be keeping my fingers crossed.
"I really don't think life is about the I-could-have-beens. Life is only about the I-tried-to-do. I don't mind the failure but I can't imagine that I'd forgive myself if I didn't try.”
Nikki Giovanni
Adoption will test your patience, will, commitment, tenacity and faith. But you learn so much along the way!
Here are a few of my pictures from graduation day. I am with my friend Kellae who's wedding I went to here. Unfortunately, my grandmother had passed away on prom night and so I was whisked off from graduation and off to Louisiana for her funeral so I didn't really get to spend any time with my graduating friends.
I lived in a small town and so they came up with this great ideal of combining both the graduation from both schools together. This is my cousin Tanisha who graduated from the other school. ALL of my friends attended the other school so I was excited to be with the ppl I better connected to. To this day, I definitely am closer to the students at the other school and participate in far more alumni events with them. Because my super popular brother was at the other school ppl for some reason thought I attended there as well!
My Sunday post didn't come up on Sunday it came on Saturday, because I tried to auto post. Sorry blogger reader ppl, this is another post about NOTHING!!!!! Just trying to keep up with the Blog post month thingy.
Ok, these are some of my many several hundred dollars worth of senior proofs. Clearly my mother allowed me way to much latitude. When I looked at the nearly 50 proofs in my book I just had to crack up. My mother believed in independence. I picked my own outfits, my own picture package and went to take my pictures ALONE. So I even have one with my boyfriend.... the same guy in the prom pics. The jean picture is sporting the famous airbrush of the 90's lol. Said boyfriend was the artist and on the butt section was both of his hands and it said "hands off". Right....... Thank goodness I don't have that in my senior pics.
Because I was suppose to scan my graduation photos and I didn't I have to just type something!!! Cause remember I'm taking the blog challenge. So here it is. Today was beautiful in Michigan. About 70 degrees! My super sweet mom put even more lights outside for me so that I can have a well lit yard... like my neighbors. So maybe I can capture a picture of that.....
What's the black pres thinking on election night, Is it how can i protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights? Every other president was nothing less than white, Except Thomas Jefferson a mixed Indian blood and Calvin Coolidge, Kkk is like what the fu*k, loading they guns up, loading up mines to, Ready to ride coz I'm riding with my crew, he dies we die too, Yea but on a positive side, i think Obama provides hope, And challenges minds or all races and colours, To erase hate, and try to love one another, so many political snakes, We in need of a break, I'm thinking I can trust this brother, But will he keep it way real, every innocent nigga in jail get shot up in the field? When he wins will he really care still? I feel
I think I have quite a few pictures from this age, so I will do them a little at a time to cover my post from "yesterday!".
This is my PROM picture. My lovely dress was $50.00 from Alvyn's Bridal shop and my shoes were $100.00 from Ganto's (remember them!) I still have my dress and when I can fit a size 4 again, I will wear it again! I WILL wear it AGAIN!!!!
Okay, here is my post for the day. I don't know about being able to do this every day. At least I can back date and therefore cheat my way thru the already voluntary exercise :(