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True story:

I don’t know why the strangers I meet think I’m a teen mother… or young single mother. I’ve worked in the mall, clothing stores and now in a bank and it never fails customer always say Happy Mothers day to me…why. Are you trying to tell me something Lord? If so let me know…

One customer say ” Have a Happy Mother’s Day!” I’m like “oh thanks but I’m not a mother,” Customer “Oh…that’s good.” It’s such a relief that you decided not to get pregnant before marriage and/or at a young age. No offense to anyone who has a child before marriage or when you were a teen, but not every young black women is a mother.

I’m looking forward to being a mother one day but that’s not today.

To those who are mothers happy mother’s day. God bless.

So yesterday was a Twilight Zone Day….

When my job tells me to go to a training class, I also go to Mt Laurel because Mt Laurel is the place to be. It has great places to go eat, if I get out early and I don’t have to go back to my branch I could visit my parents or go shopping…AND it just a nice ride sometimes…ok I just don’t want to travel downtown either. ANYWAYS!!! back to my journey through the twilight zone.

Training was awesome but the fun ended early and I had to go back to work. I totally forgot that I had to get toll money until I got midway down 295…great. Not to mention when your in a hurry Jersey drivers be like “oh what a beautiful day!…Imma drive slow and enjoy the view..” no. If I wasn’t frustrated by slow drivers, I was sweating bullets thanks to a eighteen wheeler trying to run me off the road. I refused to give him the satisfaction of making me switch lanes so I just did what people in PA do, I slowed down and made him go around. When he did finally decide to go around me, he yelled out his window…I’m sure it was a profanity but I couldn’t hear over the gust of winds and loud music filling my car…fail.

Right before I got to the bridge I get off at a Camden exist…not my smartest plan. When I lived in Jersey, I made it a point to never visit the city of Camden…it’s like a forbidden hidden city and bad things happen there. When I get off at the exist, there is the aroma that is indescribable!  I look to my left there was a dump; I look to my right there was a dump and the saddest thing was that there were many house around… smh New Jersey…SMH! there were street signs, but they made no sense at all! I must’ve went in a circle three times! It was hot, smelly and the time was ticking. I could not find an ATM and I was hoping I could find the bridge after I found an ATM. No TD Bank’s to be found. I got desperate… I asked a local where the closest ATM was and he didn’t even know… there as an 7 Eleven right behind him with an ATM…but I figured that out after I went to the Susquehanna Center and got a 3.00 ATM fee on top of the 2.50 fee from TD. No matter, there wasn’t anywhere to park near the 7 Eleven  anyway.

The good thing about getting lost in Camden was that I eventually figured out how to get back to the bridge. I got across the bridge and run in to terrible traffic but I was never too happy to be back in Philly.

About midway to back to work, I found myself at a red light and I felt a feeling. I felt like Bugs Bunny when he says “Have you ever had the feel that you were being …watched” My feeling was true. To my right there was a very black man looking at me…intensely.  I felt like I was being hunted. I took the courageous decision to look to my right to assure myself that this dark individual was indeed looking at me. When I looked towards the right the dark individual licked his lips at me, which confirmed that fact that I was indeed being hunted.

By the time I got to work there as only an hour of my shift left but since my coworker sounded like is was abandoned in the trenches. If work was an actual war, my poor coworker would have been a goner. On the other hand I’ve been left in the trenches my own-self…not my coworkers fault but different blog for a different day. Well that’s my epic adventure through the twilight zone!  stay cool and don’t take candy from strangers.

There r so many things I’m thankful for that God has done for me. I’m high light some of the things God hhas blessed me with and # 20 is the wisdom that God gives me. God makes me smart and he gives me the answers to lifes question. I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for Gods guiding me.

“To the One who remembered us in our low estate His love endures forever. And freed us. From our enemies His love endures forever. And who gives food to every creature His love endures forever. Give thanks to God of heaven!”

There is so much to be thankful to God for. Sometimes life can blind us of the blessings God has given us but this scripture reminded me that God is ever faithful and loving. In the past I made a list of the things that make me happy. This time I will make a list of the top twenty things/situations/people/anything that I’m thankful for! My next post will kick it off.

I told myself that I would blog more so here we go…

I just finished my homework. I’m off today and it’s raining. That is ok though because I love it when it rains just as much as when it’s sunny outside. There something about the sound of rain hitting the windows and the smell of fresh rain. The air becomes cool and the streets look like pain running down the asphalt grown. More than anything I love the rain because it comes from God. Replenishing the earth He created…beautiful stuff.

Like I mentioned before I just finished my homework…my house is a mess. I’m going to attempt to clean it. Which is also OK…why because my wonderful, beautiful, hottie of a husband cleans the house all the time. Yes ladies and gentlemen my husband cleans more than me. The difference is that he actually likes clean…I don’t.

Today’s objective is no tv (until DWTS). cleaning, cooking art…all day!  Three cheers to having the day off! hip hip hurraay!!! hip hip Hurrraaay!! hip hip HHHHHUURRRRAAAY!!!

And to those who are enjoying your rainy Monday off…Happy Day Off!

Yesterday was one of the best days I’ve had in a while. My friend invited my husband to be the spot light poet at an open mic night at a coffee shop in North Philly. I’ve been encouraging my husband to get back into his poetry. He did an awesome job and the coffee shop was very cute. It was really nice (although I was dead tired from working early that day) to see my friend and her father and hear some pretty cool music and poetry.

Another amazing event from yesterday happened after the open mic night at the coffee house. Charlie and I have be-friend our roofing repair sales man dude, and he’s like a vigilante rocker by night. He invited us to his show in Maniyunk (section in Philly). So we ventured to Maniyunk to see his show and boy what an adventure. We stopped at a pizza shop to get food and relieve ourselves (pee). The bathroom was creepy. There was no flusher (if it’s yellow let it mellow, if brown flush it down). On top of the sketchy potty, there was no soap in the bathroom…just sanitizer…yea. I ended up sanitizing my hands twice. Once in the bathroom and the second with my TD hand sanitizer (which is so strong it could melt my skin) I felt safe from germs after the second cleansing… ANYWAYS Back to our Rocker Roof Sales Man Friend.

He was so surprised to see us! He introduced us to his girl friend, brought us some beers and had an amazing show. As I was watching his show I thought to myself this sort of thing usually only happens to my sister. It’s pretty cool to be asked to go to a show. He’s truly a cool dude.

Although this even was totally random, it was nice to be invited out and he was really nice to us. It’s also makes me sad that someone that Charlie and just met was being so cool to us but some of our own “friends” make up all these crazy excuses to want to hang out with us. Well I can’t cry over spilled milk but I can drink the rest and keep it moving. One thing I’m learning from my husband is that I can’t worry about those who reject me. I just gotta be me.

On more random thing from my adventurous day off. My husband and I were shredding some old mail when I came across a Bed, Bath and Beyond catalog. Inside was a alcohol breath checker…really? it like “hold on ya’ll I gotta check my breath to make sure i’m not over the alcohol limit… don’t want to get a DUI tonight!” LMBO This world! I tell you. K i’m done over and out.