When was the last time I had a school break, I mean a legal one...Not like last January when I was forced to take a semester break. This was a semester that I received two grades from and did not get incompletes for a change. It was a challenge, I would be lying if I said it was not. Difficulty sleeping, people smoking crack in the hallway, people selling drugs beneath my feet, the snake staying up all night, these and more contributed to my health challenges, mental and physical, almost strengthless....
We are going into another year and here I remain..OK, I will keep on tryin, especially now since I am on break; God will handle the rest. Don't worry, be happy! so sings Bobby McFerrin. I have a lot of things to appreciate and to be happy for. Flowers, candles, dolls(to be named) and books surround me. Oh, and scarves.....all so unique and different. Just being able to go to school on grants and scholarships is a blessing. I am able to eat each day, the lilies of the field eat, don't they? The gift of being able to read is a blessing. Some people cannot read and write and they don't want to. My blessings are endless. Family still alive and well.
Maybe now that I am on break, I will take a much-needed trip to you know where. I am still headed2atlanta@yahoo.com, my blog name is miss georgia peach and away I go! Pro-Move just called again, they have a property for me in Atlanta(first three months free)???. They are going to call me back tomorrow. They say that people are desperate for persons to move in. Rent.com keeps sending me properties through the internet, they look so beautiful. I am just trusting in God, for his hands are in all matters.
It was good to see Homeboy yesterday, I know that he was surprised to see that I had gifts for him. He was not expecting anything yesterday from me, because it is called 'Divine Forgiveness'. When you hurt someone over and over, lie to them over and over, you become calloused. I forgave him, he already knew that. However, like I told him, I forgave you, but I am not a fool. He willl never use me again, even if my heart is kind.
Today I went to the laundromat, had the latest Good Housekeeping and Essence mags and lo and behold my back is turned and they walk away. Both mags! Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! I knew some female seen me drop them or she swept them from out of my sight. Well, I hope whoever has them learn how to read or appreciate the articles or learn something about Queen Latifiah and Angela Bassett. I just purchased both magazines last evening. I felt like showing persons my true colors in that place, but I said, NO WAY JOSE, I AM NOT GOING ANY WHERE FOR MAKING TERRORISTIC THREATS over two mags. I just don't like Negroes stealing from me when I turn my back...... stealing nothing from me, nothing...
Now I will go and watch a movie, they are running the some specials on tv, I need to watch one and I know that I am going to fall asleep, it happens everytime. I will be going grocery shopping later, someone blessed me with a Shoprite gift card. Blessings, that is what I am talkin bout!
The school break is to be enjoyed by me, relaxed by me, maybe a trip or so to neverending land, Oh, I have to hit the Big Apple I do know, Also I must get up each morning, get it together and get out. Everyone enjoy your last week of the year, MAKE PLANS, SET GOALS, BE HAPPY, BE CHEERFUL, FIGHT ALL ODDS, TAKE THE HIGH ROAD AND STAND TALL AND TALENTED, FOR THAT YOU ARE! You have every reason to be blessed and content.
miss georgia peach
Monday, December 26, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Experiences from a Pollyanna
Last Wednesday morning as I waited in the cold for a bus to the train station, I met a nice young lady. She was shivering cold. She started the conversation by asking me if I knew what time the next bus was coming. As we progressed on our conversation, I found out that she was in the ninth grade and she displayed a very negative attitude about her future. She did not think that she could make it through the high school. She mentioned that it was too hard. A few tears fell from her face as she was speaking. This young lady Michelle, was taking care of her grandmother and she felt that she had a lot of pressures on her. She was already running late to school and she was going to blame her mother for she was asked at the last minute to provide breakfst for her grandma.
I gave Michelle confidence to know that she can make it in high school and she can go to college if she wanted to. She was not aware of the many scholarships and grants that are out there that can provide for her. I told her about my situation, how I am going to college basically free, and that it is a wonderful learning experience. She could not believe my age and she thought that it was great for me to be in college. We got on the bus together and before parting, I gave her my telephone number. That was a great experience.
I got to the train station and purchased my tickets for I was out of them. I boarded the 8:48am train to New Brunswick which was an express to New York City. I am one of those first car riders where the bathroom is, where the nice bright sunlight just shines so nicely and I love my own seat since it was not crowded with rude NYC businessmen and women. I was sipping on my Mandarin Spice Herbal Tea and eating a nice cream cheese bagel. I was eagerly anticipating my dental visit at the hospital. A nice thirty minute ride to eat, drink, read and be merry.
It seemed like the whole day I smiled. There were no frowns, I was out of the hood. I was smiling at the tots. There were people in the cafeteria to smile at. The gift shop. I learned something that I already knew. You feel better when you smile. When you smile, you make the other person smile back at you. Of course, the holiday music is playing in the background. People have a tendency to agree with the music whether they want to do or not. Sleigh Bells ring, are you listening......Rudolph, the red nose reindeer, so on and so on....
With exams going on as well as hospital tests going on this week, it was hectic. Frantic pace. From Monday thru Wednesday it was really challenging, but I made it. With the hospital test on Monday, it took alot out of me. When I went to see my doctor this afternoon(December 19th), I did not like the outcome of the tests. I have to take further ones from a GI. doctor. That's alright, I will be a Pollyanna. One day at a time. Nothing to stress over. Que sera, sera. What ever will be, will be. I am going to enjoy the rest of this week because I have positive goals I must work on. On Christmas Day, I will go to the services and then probably visit patients in a neighboring hospital for there is always someone worse off than me. I will give my "neighborhood son a nice letter with a gift of love for him and baby girl because I feel like he has learned from my "cutting him off." I know he has. I love that boy from a distance. After that, it will still go back to normal. I will say hello, but I cannot associate with him as long as he is "hanging out tough. " I have to keep my relationship with my heavenly father in good standing, so I have to watch my associations and my own conduct. I realize that he is not my "real son." I know my place for the boy has a real birth mom and a grandma.
Well, I am going to continue to write for it is therapeutic for me. Writing is something I do when I wake up in the morning and do before I retire at night. I have to get all of the quiet, serene, kept-hidden in the dark secrets out on paper and machine. Also, I must look for a part time gig this week to keep the home fires burnin. If I don't who will? And home hunting....I know by the grace of God all of these things will happen if they are done in the proper seqence and time.
All of you have a joyous holiday season. Enjoy your families. Enjoy and appreciate life.
georgia peach
I gave Michelle confidence to know that she can make it in high school and she can go to college if she wanted to. She was not aware of the many scholarships and grants that are out there that can provide for her. I told her about my situation, how I am going to college basically free, and that it is a wonderful learning experience. She could not believe my age and she thought that it was great for me to be in college. We got on the bus together and before parting, I gave her my telephone number. That was a great experience.
I got to the train station and purchased my tickets for I was out of them. I boarded the 8:48am train to New Brunswick which was an express to New York City. I am one of those first car riders where the bathroom is, where the nice bright sunlight just shines so nicely and I love my own seat since it was not crowded with rude NYC businessmen and women. I was sipping on my Mandarin Spice Herbal Tea and eating a nice cream cheese bagel. I was eagerly anticipating my dental visit at the hospital. A nice thirty minute ride to eat, drink, read and be merry.
It seemed like the whole day I smiled. There were no frowns, I was out of the hood. I was smiling at the tots. There were people in the cafeteria to smile at. The gift shop. I learned something that I already knew. You feel better when you smile. When you smile, you make the other person smile back at you. Of course, the holiday music is playing in the background. People have a tendency to agree with the music whether they want to do or not. Sleigh Bells ring, are you listening......Rudolph, the red nose reindeer, so on and so on....
With exams going on as well as hospital tests going on this week, it was hectic. Frantic pace. From Monday thru Wednesday it was really challenging, but I made it. With the hospital test on Monday, it took alot out of me. When I went to see my doctor this afternoon(December 19th), I did not like the outcome of the tests. I have to take further ones from a GI. doctor. That's alright, I will be a Pollyanna. One day at a time. Nothing to stress over. Que sera, sera. What ever will be, will be. I am going to enjoy the rest of this week because I have positive goals I must work on. On Christmas Day, I will go to the services and then probably visit patients in a neighboring hospital for there is always someone worse off than me. I will give my "neighborhood son a nice letter with a gift of love for him and baby girl because I feel like he has learned from my "cutting him off." I know he has. I love that boy from a distance. After that, it will still go back to normal. I will say hello, but I cannot associate with him as long as he is "hanging out tough. " I have to keep my relationship with my heavenly father in good standing, so I have to watch my associations and my own conduct. I realize that he is not my "real son." I know my place for the boy has a real birth mom and a grandma.
Well, I am going to continue to write for it is therapeutic for me. Writing is something I do when I wake up in the morning and do before I retire at night. I have to get all of the quiet, serene, kept-hidden in the dark secrets out on paper and machine. Also, I must look for a part time gig this week to keep the home fires burnin. If I don't who will? And home hunting....I know by the grace of God all of these things will happen if they are done in the proper seqence and time.
All of you have a joyous holiday season. Enjoy your families. Enjoy and appreciate life.
georgia peach
Monday, December 12, 2005
A Meditating Monday
Today was a day if ever I had to meditate, relax, deep breathe, etc, today was it. After doing the prep necessary for the test for my colon, it had to be done, today. Last week it did not work, test repeat. Yesterday, last meal was jello and broth. Broth and Jello.. Not when Homegirl is used to Captain Crunch and one percent or rice milk. Captain Crunch in the morn, in the evening or at night before retiring. That was a love left over from childhood, at least there's something good from childhood memories....lol
I won't go into the trip and experience at the hospital but I can tell you this; I would not wish it on my enemy, even if I had one.(lol) It's a beautiful hospital, remodeled and I can read, write or study in the beautiful cafeteria there. I can even walk there, but not this moaning...no way, no where, no how. Before leaving the hospital and before experiencing more sickness, I walk into the gift shop and purchase 4 pieces of gourmet chocolate balls. 35cents each, what the heck after all I been through I deserved 4 pieces of chocolate. I continued in my quest for meditating this monday morn....before I left, while hailing a cab(like I'm in NYC), and even when I return home. (that's enough) (thanks to Pittershawn)
Now, I must meditate and take my time for as I look around my four precious rooms, there is so much work to be done in every room. Especially the bedroom and the kitchen where I am right now. This is where I spend the majority of my time..on this computer sometimes until 12 midnight and it is so difficult to log off. It is because the computer has become my best friend. I have recently learned to juggle things within my interior paradise. I am not ready to dream about things that are unpleasant or vivid, strange and no-answer for dreams. If I had my way, I would stay up all night if it meant that I would be refreshed. But I know differently. I have to get my sleep in order to function somewhat the next moaning morning, like Lady Shai named her poem. Back to this(interior paradise), as I look around in this kitchen on the floor, the old computer sits there. I am trying to get it fixed at the soup kitchen so I CAN GIVE IT, to a fellow mmber of the PFam who has been needing one for the longest. I need to see what is wrong with it. I have too much just sitting here that needs to vacate the premises and the computer is one. Bags of clothing and books need to go. Not my school and books of writing, no never, no never. So even though my physical surroundings are caving in on me, I am enjoying sitting here communicating with you all but I know that my bedroom is awaiting fall cleaning. Did I say fall? It cannotremain the way it is until the spring. Homegirl is gonna be gone by then....You can bet your bottom dollar...I am outta here...It's too cold to be homeless now..I appreciate my roof tonight, tomorrow for temps are below zero and only going to be 13 tomorrow and lower. no joke, no joke. I am intensifying my efforts to move out this week, calling more places, hitting rent.com again, calling about some of those properties...I can sometimes get lax and rest my laurels...then I come into the building-smell the piss and the powder, the fumes and the vodka and I get an attitude..and I said this is it, well I have to mean it. God knows that I am tired of being here, I have served my purpose or is serving it...Homeboy and his grandma moved out. Yet he is hanging around because this is his neck- of- the- woods and also his BEST FRIEND that he never had, his MOM that he never had is here...I am going to surprise him this month with something. He has his own life but for him and his baby girl, I will give them a gift. Afterall, he is my family and I have nothing but true love expressed from the heart for him.
Ok, what a day, right. Oh, Monday night football. Time to change the channel, after all the tv is only on for noise. Holiday music in kitchen, jazz is on in the bathroom, inspirational radio in the living room and R&B in the bedroom. What a creation! And now after having not being able to enjoy a nice hot cup of decaf since yesterday, I am going to take an hour break from the computer, light a candle, pray and meditate before proceeding further in this interior paradise.
Thanks for stopping by folxs...see ya later,
don't y'all miss me at the same time.
.
georgia peach
12/12/05
I won't go into the trip and experience at the hospital but I can tell you this; I would not wish it on my enemy, even if I had one.(lol) It's a beautiful hospital, remodeled and I can read, write or study in the beautiful cafeteria there. I can even walk there, but not this moaning...no way, no where, no how. Before leaving the hospital and before experiencing more sickness, I walk into the gift shop and purchase 4 pieces of gourmet chocolate balls. 35cents each, what the heck after all I been through I deserved 4 pieces of chocolate. I continued in my quest for meditating this monday morn....before I left, while hailing a cab(like I'm in NYC), and even when I return home. (that's enough) (thanks to Pittershawn)
Now, I must meditate and take my time for as I look around my four precious rooms, there is so much work to be done in every room. Especially the bedroom and the kitchen where I am right now. This is where I spend the majority of my time..on this computer sometimes until 12 midnight and it is so difficult to log off. It is because the computer has become my best friend. I have recently learned to juggle things within my interior paradise. I am not ready to dream about things that are unpleasant or vivid, strange and no-answer for dreams. If I had my way, I would stay up all night if it meant that I would be refreshed. But I know differently. I have to get my sleep in order to function somewhat the next moaning morning, like Lady Shai named her poem. Back to this(interior paradise), as I look around in this kitchen on the floor, the old computer sits there. I am trying to get it fixed at the soup kitchen so I CAN GIVE IT, to a fellow mmber of the PFam who has been needing one for the longest. I need to see what is wrong with it. I have too much just sitting here that needs to vacate the premises and the computer is one. Bags of clothing and books need to go. Not my school and books of writing, no never, no never. So even though my physical surroundings are caving in on me, I am enjoying sitting here communicating with you all but I know that my bedroom is awaiting fall cleaning. Did I say fall? It cannotremain the way it is until the spring. Homegirl is gonna be gone by then....You can bet your bottom dollar...I am outta here...It's too cold to be homeless now..I appreciate my roof tonight, tomorrow for temps are below zero and only going to be 13 tomorrow and lower. no joke, no joke. I am intensifying my efforts to move out this week, calling more places, hitting rent.com again, calling about some of those properties...I can sometimes get lax and rest my laurels...then I come into the building-smell the piss and the powder, the fumes and the vodka and I get an attitude..and I said this is it, well I have to mean it. God knows that I am tired of being here, I have served my purpose or is serving it...Homeboy and his grandma moved out. Yet he is hanging around because this is his neck- of- the- woods and also his BEST FRIEND that he never had, his MOM that he never had is here...I am going to surprise him this month with something. He has his own life but for him and his baby girl, I will give them a gift. Afterall, he is my family and I have nothing but true love expressed from the heart for him.
Ok, what a day, right. Oh, Monday night football. Time to change the channel, after all the tv is only on for noise. Holiday music in kitchen, jazz is on in the bathroom, inspirational radio in the living room and R&B in the bedroom. What a creation! And now after having not being able to enjoy a nice hot cup of decaf since yesterday, I am going to take an hour break from the computer, light a candle, pray and meditate before proceeding further in this interior paradise.
Thanks for stopping by folxs...see ya later,
don't y'all miss me at the same time.
.
georgia peach
12/12/05
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Jeans,Scarves, Boots and Handbags- A Fetish
There are four things that I will not give up under any circumstances. They are jeans, scarves, boots and handbags. I will take them with me wherever I go. I dress very well with them for I am your average student who wears jeans todos los dias. Even though I wear jeans daily, they are uniquely made. I wear the best jeans and they come from the second hand store. That is where you can get the best jeans. Gloria Vanderbuilt, Venezia and other names that are to be found in new stores, are to be found in MY stores. I wear wide-legged jeans for my boots with the heels, straight leg jeans for the timberlands and the regular boot, and other jeans for any kind of boot. Anytime you get a gal like me who wears jeans every day, she needs accessories to help to accent the jeans. That is where my scarves come in. I must have 100 + scarves and yet I will not give any away. That makes me selfish, huh? And yet I am the most giving person in the universe. Picasso, silk scarves, designer scarves, wool scarves to go around my head in cold weather, you name it, I got it. I am ashamed to let anyone see my collection for they would do the shaking of the head syndrome. Oh, Sharon please...share..give up some of them...no way Jose...I have an addiction or an illness and you know what: I cannot take them scarves with me can I? I am hooked on something material. Scarves...Your life is more important than scarves or jeans or boots or handbags......
Continue on.......
I have boots....Dom loves shoes, I love boots...I have every kind of style and color imaginable. Today I picked up a pair of brown boots that were low with a nice wedge heel. Nice buckle on the side too....sharp as a tic...I will wear them in a few days since it has decided to snow. More snow tomorrow. Oh well, I got boots for the snow too. Nice grip on the bottom. I am not ready to go ice skating. I have all kinds of colors-maroon, black, brown, Tims, light brown suede, boots that make me walk down the street like I am the most important person in the world, not the cutest...just business-like. Like a teacher or a lawyer....I just luv boots.
Then comes the pocketbooks or handbags-I have enough to take a different one for each day of the month and then some. Polo Sport, Lois Vitton, Liz Claiborne and even "Coach" bags now you know...where do you think they come from? My stores...I am not ashamed of the "thrift" stores, for the rich folxs are the ones that leave that stuff.. I get the best. Fanatic I am..No, I will not give you one of my handbags....I have to really be out of my mind on that day if I were to give you one. What handbag, jeans, scarf and boots will I wear tomorrow? Let me see..Let me go look....
Ok, it's 10:39 and it's meds time and Cap'n Crunch time. I jus love that cereal. Then I will finally retire and sit in front of the tube and slowly drift into another time and place. Why do I have cable? No Walee, I will not watch that channel. No tisket, no tasket here, my brotha...Stevie Wonder, Hey Love.....Signed, Sealed, Delivered...You Haven't Done Nothin..that's what I'm talkin bout.....
goodnite, y'all...(dancing in the chair..shakin hips from side to side...arms too, I can really dance)
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Continue on.......
I have boots....Dom loves shoes, I love boots...I have every kind of style and color imaginable. Today I picked up a pair of brown boots that were low with a nice wedge heel. Nice buckle on the side too....sharp as a tic...I will wear them in a few days since it has decided to snow. More snow tomorrow. Oh well, I got boots for the snow too. Nice grip on the bottom. I am not ready to go ice skating. I have all kinds of colors-maroon, black, brown, Tims, light brown suede, boots that make me walk down the street like I am the most important person in the world, not the cutest...just business-like. Like a teacher or a lawyer....I just luv boots.
Then comes the pocketbooks or handbags-I have enough to take a different one for each day of the month and then some. Polo Sport, Lois Vitton, Liz Claiborne and even "Coach" bags now you know...where do you think they come from? My stores...I am not ashamed of the "thrift" stores, for the rich folxs are the ones that leave that stuff.. I get the best. Fanatic I am..No, I will not give you one of my handbags....I have to really be out of my mind on that day if I were to give you one. What handbag, jeans, scarf and boots will I wear tomorrow? Let me see..Let me go look....
Ok, it's 10:39 and it's meds time and Cap'n Crunch time. I jus love that cereal. Then I will finally retire and sit in front of the tube and slowly drift into another time and place. Why do I have cable? No Walee, I will not watch that channel. No tisket, no tasket here, my brotha...Stevie Wonder, Hey Love.....Signed, Sealed, Delivered...You Haven't Done Nothin..that's what I'm talkin bout.....
goodnite, y'all...(dancing in the chair..shakin hips from side to side...arms too, I can really dance)
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