Wednesday, June 6, 2012
CERTAIN PEOPLE: ONLY
Certain people are not meant to exist in certain environments...I was so
blind-sided...Getting ready to write about the illusion...the
illusion...the people...the people...the illusion...the illusion...
Grateful
I thank God for Blessing me with three fabulous children...One thing I
know for certain, in this world of billions, there are three individuals
who WANT AND NEED me in there presence.
When I look at my babies, I cannot believe how they have grown. Time is forever moving, unlike humans, never taking breaks. Every so often, I wish I could hold them over my shoulders or carry them while I am walking to the store. But those days for me are forever gone. Oh, how do I miss those days!
They are adults now, and they do not depend on 'sweet mommy' as much. However, They are assured that mommy will 'stop the press' if the red phone rings.
When I look at my babies, I cannot believe how they have grown. Time is forever moving, unlike humans, never taking breaks. Every so often, I wish I could hold them over my shoulders or carry them while I am walking to the store. But those days for me are forever gone. Oh, how do I miss those days!
They are adults now, and they do not depend on 'sweet mommy' as much. However, They are assured that mommy will 'stop the press' if the red phone rings.
| Me, Big Daddy, Pussycat, Lovechild |
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| Love |
Food From Thought
Opportunity is unmeasurable, but preparations key...To all, whatever it is you love doing, do it everyday. When the window of opportunity opens, you will be a high contender in the world of competition. -Tamara White
Reflection
Striving for the unimaginable is the key to achieving my goals...I use
to imagine what it would be like to have a degree, become a
professional, and live a comfortable life...For me that was the
unimaginable...But now, it is a goal accomplished...Some did not think
it was possible for Tammy...But look at me, NOW! I have annihilated my
thug mentality, what joy...Thank you Jesus for never giving up on this
wretch called Tamara, for I have come a long way:-)
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Little Brown Baby
LITTLE brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh -- makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib -- you's ez du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf -- dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his han's.
Bees gwine to ketch you an' eat you up yit,
Bein' so sticky an sweet -- goodness lan's!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
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