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....

Mommy is home! God is good all the time! I have really been trying to support the new show Half&Half on UPN , but I have a few concerns...I find it hard to believe that your parents divorce and your mother does not reach some sort of settlement that will keep you from being just above poverty level being that..
1) Your father is a very successful business man
2) He married again had a child and she is treated like a princess;while you are treated worst than Cinderella.
3) Your mother is an educated black woman, with a medical degree
As you see the premise of this show is not working. Not for me. Perhaps it will get better . I am hopeful!

I don't think there is anyone on earth who will be happier than I to ring in the new year.

I haven't been able to sleep through the night lately. I have new neighbors who must be deeply in love. They are not very quiet. I would leave a note on their door but they do not speak English. Maybe I will draw a picture of two people making love and put a red circle around it with a line through it. Hmm...

My mother is going to have surgery again.. Although she has been in unimaginable pain; you would never really know it.She never complains. Never, even when the pain is so bad she can hardly catch her breath. She cracks jokes . Keeps us smiling. She is the smallest one in my entire family. Yet, so very strong. She worries more about her three children's ( all grown) happiness, more than her own. I guess that is a mother's love. Sometimes we take that for granted. We are so blessed to have her in our lives. I'm blogging at six a.m. ( I DON"T DO MORNINGS) because I'm worried,not her. Last night she wanted to talk about her upcoming birthday plans...not surgery. She constantly amazes me. I remember when I was a girl thinking she was put on this earth to make my life a living hell. I'm glad to have come full circle. When I really grow up, I hope that I will be just a fraction of the woman she is.

The Wedding is over! Bride and Groom... Happy as hell. Me..Nutty as a fruitcake. I mean it this time; no more weddings. I will help out in any way possible,.but no more bridesmaid dresses for me. I want to be the one that keeps a watchful eye over the napkins, spoons, candles...whatever. Another thing that made me say okay I have seen it all. How do you bum rush a wedding? People you don't know just chillin' at your table. greeting you like family, eating and drinking more than the invited guest. Why nobody knew half of the people doing the electric slide? Security!.... I've decided that I need just a few things to get married now..(1) love, (2) Rock,(3) Judge(4) A white dress.. Of course!

Okay so the previous blog did post. I feel dumb. Just so you know my computer was tripping and I don't feel like correcting all the mistakes. Enough said. Now about this wedding...I have been paired with a pimp wanna be. Not even a new and improved millenium pimp. I have the pimp wanna be from the 70's. He actually says ( Foxy, Jim, Skin and a few other phrases I remember hearing in the movie Willie Dynamite).. This brother is stuck in a time warp and why was I chosen to walk with him? Because I'm short. Correction because he is short. So once again, I get shafted. I have to learn how to walk in heels. Coverage of children being abducted is worrying me. There is just enough sickness in this world to make me think if I had children I would be a paranoid , crazy, deraaaanged mother when it came to my child. Yet, today there was an hour long program letting parents know what needs to be done to protect their children. Question: Why do you need to be told that a 3 year old needs constant supervision? Wiz moment....Don't nobody bring me no bad news... Gotta go..relearning the funky chicken so I can dance with Willie.....