2002 .From beginning to end it was a hell of a year. Through the good and bad, highs and lows, I made it. Wow! I made it! I hope each of you take time to appreciate what you have. Live, Laugh and Love...Happy New Year!


... Yeah, I think to Myself What A Wonderful World... at least sometimes.

Women... At another WTE session I was told that I was shallow.{ lacking in depth of knowledge, thought or feeling} . Me.. Just because I said I wouldn't date a man who wasn't tall, educated, black, had all his teeth and spoke English. Moi? I was offended. Yes, I have more on the list but it's called a preference. Does that mean if the man doesn't fit what I perceive as an ideal mate I won't date him ? Well...yes. What is the point? But ,that does not make me shallow. Why should I settle for someone that I am not attracted to? Forget what you heard..looks do matter, I'm not talking about cute or ugly because everyones perception is different .I'm just talking about the the physical. Whether it's the eyes or ass something physical attracts you. I cannot tell what type of beautiful mind, personality,etc. you have from a distance. No one can. I'm attracted to tall men. So I don't date short men. That is my choice. That does not mean that I become violently ill or obnoxious when a short man approaches me.Not at all. There are millions of people who would not date me, for whatever reason. I don't think that makes them shallow. Crazy and confused..yes.. My point is people settle too much nowadays. I won't. I like what I like...
I'm also finding that I am one of few who believe that a man who is involved ( married or otherwise is off limits). How sad is this?????Listen girlfriends...I don't know what's going on with your esteem; head or whatever that makes you choose to play second fiddle. But turns go around and around.

So...I didn't need 315 million anyway. Poverty builds character! I had a very good Christmas.Every year I'm reminded of how many comedians I have in my family. Some of them have really missed their call.My niece who sounds alot like a Muppet has learned to spell her name. So as you can guess, I watched her do it. Over and over again. The thing is, I watched and cheered each time as if it was the first. I still say kids are amazing. Maybe...just maybe, I'll adopt someday.For now I'm grateful for the constant laughter I get from my brother and his children. Watching him go through raising them is payback enough for me . ( He was a real pain in my behind) For all the blessings thank you Jehovah.. Thank you.

I was bought to tears by a story in the paperr about a young lady who had been battling cancer since she was 8. She is now 17 and her cancer is a very rare form that causes large tumors on her face. She is dying and she knows it. But she had the most unbelieveable spirit. Although the doctors have given up. She still remains hopeful. I think about the silly crap I complain about and take for granted and then I am humbled. Merry Christmas to all those who take the time to read my many random thoughts.

I watched Santa Claus is coming to town,the other night. I wanted to call my nieces and nephew and tell them it was on but then I thought about it. They will say it's corny. They would... My nephew is 13, and if he can tear himself away from his Xbox it certainly wouldn't be to watch that. My older niece is too much into boys she's 11. Can you imagine that? I was still beating boys up at 14. Going to have to watch her like a hawk. The little one is 4 and only wants to watch Love and Basketball for some reason. Nothing else... Strange. But then again she 's my brother's kid...

Better luck next time Larry.I didn't like you as a Celtic anyway. You caused my Lakers grief in the 80's. Mr. Robert Johnson, I'm not mad at a brother. The first black man to own a NBA team. That's what I'm talking about. Congrats, all love. Tis' the season to be jolly! I'm getting there. Really...To help me along I'm starting my days with music.Here are a few songs that really get me all warm and fuzzy in no particular order; even though I may not know the artist:

1. Santa Claus is coming to town - M.J. and his fam
2. This Xmas - Donnie Hathaway
3. Back door santa- Can't say but I like it
4. Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer - The Mighty Temptations
5. Merry Xmas Baby- (Fast Version) I heard it my whole life can't tell you who sings it. I think it's Otis Redding.
6. The Xmas song - The late great Mr. Nat King Cole
I would like to add if you are not with friends or family at this time do not listen to " What do the lonely do" It's depressing. Hell it's depressing if you have loved ones.
I would also like to correct the name of the band I mentioned yesterday it's Harding University High.

Back..with lights and heat. Thank God. Still on a tangent.... Trent Lott...u gots some mo splainin' to do. Do I really need to say anymore?... School bonds...We voted { overwhelmingly I might add} to give all the schools the much needed funds improve the conditions and overall education. The school board is trying to renig. Where are my people? What are they thinking? Lord; breaks my heart. Enough. I went to see Drumline this weekend. I likes... and while I'm on the subject... West Charlotte High and Harding High School { Predominately black} have the baddest bands that I have seen outside of college. Recently they were asked to tone down their style so that it was more family oriented. We certainly do not want to see a bunch of half naked girls gyrating and all those negroes high steppin' and showing off their talent. HEY, MARCH IN A STRAIGHT LINE WILL YA ?YOUR MAKING THE OTHER { YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE} BANDS LOOK BAD! A simple form of expression. It has been that way as long as I can remember. Kids being kids and having fun. Rememer the way you were? Leave those kids alone.

Okay this is going on just a little to long for me. I'm ready to make a campfire in my living room. Yes, I'm grateful for lights but I need some heat. Gathering around the oven is not working for me. I'm allergic to it. The entire kitchen. The children can go back to school now. So they won't have to be in school during the summer vacation. The grocery store smells like rotting meat. The employees were looking as if they would pass out any moment. I had to go. Whatever I needed could wait. Bread is not that important. Some people have come up with imaginative ways of keeping warm. Like burning charcoal inside. Some have lost there lives. Did I mention how grateful I am?

I can't go anywhere because there are trees all over the place. There are a million customers without power. I do have power but no heat. I can be greatful for that. I could be sitting here looking at the four walls. A state of emergency has been called. I think I will actually cook today.

12 noon - 3p.m. Over 100 accidents in Charlotte. Need I say more.

Okay my last blog is somewhere in the twilight zone. I had a very good T- day but it's made me think about a few things like... Why do the people who can't cook bring the most food? It seems to me that after your mystery dishes are not eaten year after year you would get the hint. Stuffing is not supposed to be black. Food isn't supposed to taste like you literally ( put your foot in it) I don't care what you say. And why is it that the host always tells these people that bring the awful dishes to bring anything they like?. When asked what they can bring why not say ' Honey just bring your appetite." Or they can have them bring STORE bought desserts, or paper products. Just a thought...Wiz moment (sort of)
Don't nobody bring me no bad food....