30 Years in the Making

Well, I bet you are wondering about the title of this post. Thirty years in the making, this simply means I graduated from high school in '78 started West Virginia State College in '78 and dropped out in '80. This is where life happens, I fell in love for the first time, got married, had children and got divorced. This all happened before I turned 25 and I wonder why I started to gray so early in life. But do not get me wrong I would not have changed how my life happened for nothing in this world. I have seen and been through things that could possibly be a best seller or at least a good read. For example, when I was pregnant with my first child, I found myself homeless. This is where the kindness of friends stepped in. I stayed with a lovely lady who had the heart of gold but the mouth of a sailor. She will always have a place in my heart as a true friend and when I volunteer it is with her energy that I volunteer with. I had to do something that seems to be out of nature's order. I had to bury my child, but I know he went to watch over his family and he is a better place. When he was here on this earth he was restricted by his body, he was in pain and never was able to speak. But now where he is, he can run, jump, love, give speeches and be a guardian to his brother and sister. His grandfather is with him now, and neither one is bound by restrictions of the living but flow with beauty of the spirit. Now, let me talk about my graduation, I am receiving my bachelors tomorrow and to be precise, Bachelors of Science in Information Technology with a 3.92 GPA. I realize that life happens at times for a reason. I was not ready for college when I went but this time I was ready and met this challenge with open arms. While I was attending college, I lost my father, my brother (who is really "my wind beneath my wings") had a major stroke and I had life saving surgery. Also, during this time I was able to see my son march onto the stage and receive his degree, I felt his pride fill the auditorium and I know he could feel how proud I was of him. I always stressed the importance of an education because what you have learned can not be taken from you. So with this, I leave you with some words for thought, "age is just a number, you are never to old to make the right decision and if you want something and believe in something strong enough you can make it happen ." So go forth, conquer and while you are doing this think of me tomorrow as I prance across that stage ( with my family and friends giving me a standing ovation, along with two winks from up above) and accept my Bachelors Degree. Talk to you soon

A Wonderful Sunday

I want to begin this post by saying today was just a great day. I really understand what people say that when you volunteer you get more than you give. I belong to a Volunteer Organization called Hands on Charlotte. Once a month, I spend about 2 hours of my time volunteering at this rehabilitation center. I am allowed to spend this time doing arts and crafts and believe me, anyone who knows me knows arts and crafts is not my fortay. That is why this is just perfect for me, this allows me to step outside of my comfort zone, do something that I don't have to worry about being perfect and just have fun. I have met some amazing folks during my time there and granted it has all been interesting. So what I am trying to say in a round-about way is, do something, make this place a little better, spend some time with some folks, laugh, enjoy this journey because I tell you when I get to the end of my path I want to look back and smile.

Introduction

Well this is interesting my first post on my blog. I am sitting here wondering what should I write about, something profound, something comical, something interesting or just write about my day. Oh yeah my day, got up this morning cleaned the house, walked the dog, washed my clothes and cooked dinner. (Real exciting, let's start popping the champagne bottles) Now, on to something that might grab an attention or two. How about I write about liars, help me understand that concept, what is the reason, purpose or incentive to lie when your life or limbs are not in danger. Now believe me, if my butt is in question and a lie will get me out of it, then I am lying. I would just have to ask for forgiveness afterwards. A simple question like where are you headed, how hard is it to tell the truth I am not your mama, just tell the truth. Now here comes the kicker, after lying look me dead in the eye and say you can trust me. This is what I want, everytime someone tells me a lie, I want them to grow a unibrow. That will be how you can tell a liar, they will have a unibrow. See ya tomorrow