I left this out, so there are 2 posts for today. (Wet Cell Phone and Being Thankful)
A wet cell phone, oh boy. Why did I go get another one? Cause I knew in my heart that I was to blame for this one and even though I had it only for 2 months, I was the blame. Why did I jump out the shower to answer the phone, only to find that it was a counselor tryin to get me a schedule together for next semester. Never, ever, ever, friends jump out the shower to answer a cell phone even you dry off a little. I called T-Mobile for them to send me a replacement one, but deep down I knew that I would have to ship the old one back and they were going to charge me one hundred dollars (bill me). So, it was better that I paid for a new Samsung phone today. I could not dial out but people could call in to me. I am on an account with them and I really needed my phone to call persons, not waiting on them to call me. So, if you are ever in the shower or near water, washing dishes, etc. Let the cell phone alone. The person will call you back or leave a message. Unless now, you are in love and you just HAVE TO GET THAT CALL!
peace, from georgia peach
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Thankful to Be Alive
Thankful to just be alive-doggone it! I did not have to be here, now did I? But I'm still here. I thank God for every good gift and every perfect present. I guess everyone is doing all of this cooking for one fine day that they call Thanksgiving. I am indeed thankful everyday. I am thankful for all of the gifts and talents that God gives to me. Regardless of some of the things that I go through in life, I manage....
Yesterday I went downtown and I brought a few things for myself like a hat and scarf set, not your ordinary hat and scarf set but one with a beautiful red rose crochet with a scarf. It was so difficult to choose the approp color, for there were beige, brown, blue oh so many and I hooked up with black with a beautiful pink and green rose. What a beauty and fifteen dollars! What a steal...I am your normal thrift store stealer, queen, always coming out with a bargain or two. If it's not an Anne Geddes book filled with chillen, it is a book on how to publish poetry. If it's not a Duke University sweatshirt, it is a leather jacket. Back to downtown, I also picked up some of that good ole chinese tea, not the hot--but the iced tea..oh my goodness. I am sipping on some of it now..yes it is grand delicious! I also took me some chinese food home with it. Sweet and sour chicken. Seeeee, my Thanksgiving is everyday. I love to eat good, tasteful food. That is what I am supposed to do. Enjoy life.
Boy, I got my hands full at this time. I need to take a quiz for the computer class, I need to get the back room in order so that I can move and exist in it. It is full of boxes cause I am tryin to tell the world that I am movin. I need to take that trip to Georgia. A midday trip to Georgia.
Atlanta, just like I pictured it. Beautiful city, where I can get my book written. Poetry published. I seen those homes on rent.com. Beauty, Georgeous. Splendid. What more can I say? Jus get on the train or plane, just do something.
I don't know why I keep running into Homeboy. This time last year I could not have any dealings with him. He can't help it but to use a person. That is all he knows. All I know he is messing with the wrong one, for God has my back. I am sure his grandmama is cookin, she always does. She condones his wrongdoing, I don't. I am my own best friend, that's the way love goes. Thankful to be alive.
I am really tryin to publish this small book of poetry, called "Red Rose, Crimson Beauty" There is something mystical behind it. I know that our lives are valuable to God and to ourselves and we should appreciate it and be thankful to be alive. The red rose is a thing of beauty and so are we. Look up crimson in the dictionary... Are we not thankful to be alive and give God the thanks and appreciation?
Regardless of how family acts, I am going to continue to do my own thing. Unique I am and unique I shall remain. Yes, I am a true artist in every sense of the word. I am doing alright, don't worry bout me, for all I need to do is keep puttin my words on printed page. I have to write about what is ailing me, making me happy, saddens me, touches me, heals me, and etc. When I have those answers, then I can say that I am all right... If I want that full-time gig, I will seek it out, if I want a Ford Focus, I can get it, whatever I want, I can get. From now on, I will not limit myself. The world is a stage so they say, ok let me hop up on that stage and peform!
Giving and rendering thanks, for those with the turkey and trimmings, enjoy your day!
georgia peach
one fine day...
Yesterday I went downtown and I brought a few things for myself like a hat and scarf set, not your ordinary hat and scarf set but one with a beautiful red rose crochet with a scarf. It was so difficult to choose the approp color, for there were beige, brown, blue oh so many and I hooked up with black with a beautiful pink and green rose. What a beauty and fifteen dollars! What a steal...I am your normal thrift store stealer, queen, always coming out with a bargain or two. If it's not an Anne Geddes book filled with chillen, it is a book on how to publish poetry. If it's not a Duke University sweatshirt, it is a leather jacket. Back to downtown, I also picked up some of that good ole chinese tea, not the hot--but the iced tea..oh my goodness. I am sipping on some of it now..yes it is grand delicious! I also took me some chinese food home with it. Sweet and sour chicken. Seeeee, my Thanksgiving is everyday. I love to eat good, tasteful food. That is what I am supposed to do. Enjoy life.
Boy, I got my hands full at this time. I need to take a quiz for the computer class, I need to get the back room in order so that I can move and exist in it. It is full of boxes cause I am tryin to tell the world that I am movin. I need to take that trip to Georgia. A midday trip to Georgia.
Atlanta, just like I pictured it. Beautiful city, where I can get my book written. Poetry published. I seen those homes on rent.com. Beauty, Georgeous. Splendid. What more can I say? Jus get on the train or plane, just do something.
I don't know why I keep running into Homeboy. This time last year I could not have any dealings with him. He can't help it but to use a person. That is all he knows. All I know he is messing with the wrong one, for God has my back. I am sure his grandmama is cookin, she always does. She condones his wrongdoing, I don't. I am my own best friend, that's the way love goes. Thankful to be alive.
I am really tryin to publish this small book of poetry, called "Red Rose, Crimson Beauty" There is something mystical behind it. I know that our lives are valuable to God and to ourselves and we should appreciate it and be thankful to be alive. The red rose is a thing of beauty and so are we. Look up crimson in the dictionary... Are we not thankful to be alive and give God the thanks and appreciation?
Regardless of how family acts, I am going to continue to do my own thing. Unique I am and unique I shall remain. Yes, I am a true artist in every sense of the word. I am doing alright, don't worry bout me, for all I need to do is keep puttin my words on printed page. I have to write about what is ailing me, making me happy, saddens me, touches me, heals me, and etc. When I have those answers, then I can say that I am all right... If I want that full-time gig, I will seek it out, if I want a Ford Focus, I can get it, whatever I want, I can get. From now on, I will not limit myself. The world is a stage so they say, ok let me hop up on that stage and peform!
Giving and rendering thanks, for those with the turkey and trimmings, enjoy your day!
georgia peach
one fine day...
Friday, November 11, 2005
A Celebration of Seven Years
Hello Blog Readers,
Yesterday was my seventh year anniversary of my divorce. I was so at peace because usually in the past I would be super sad. Do you hear me you all? Super sad, but not yesterday! I treated myself to a few things. One treat was the Red, White and Blue thrift. That store is the bomb. I always wondered why it was given such a patriotic name. What was so red, white and blue about it? In any such case, I had a one hour ball in that store. I bought myself 4 pairs of jeans cause I gained some pounds in the hip and waist area and jeans at home were just pulling up or around me. Also, I bought a unique sweater which I cannot describe right now, a journal which had not been written in, a nice handbag(to add to the thousands in my closet), a denim hat with a flower on the front, one pair of earrings, a sun and moon pin, oh I just love the sun and the moon on anything, and a beautiful Japanese portrait which wss valued at 40.00 and it was half price-I got it for $20.00. What possessed me to spend $20.00 on a portrait. First of all, I felt that I was getting a value for it being half-price. I am getting a beautiful $40.00 Japanese portrait for $20.00. Second reasoning was that I love the Japanese culture and how relaxed they are and this lady reminds me of how I want to be. The lady is standing near water with an umbrella in hand, there are trees in the background, and there is a house in the background. Why couldn't that be my house? This woman is at peace. When I got back into the hood at the laundromat, a lady called this portrait: "Peaceful". She even named me Peaceful. This woman is the hood is an alcoholic too and she usually does not say anything but this picture captured her eye. And the third reasoning was that it was my gift to myself for being able to remain alone and content for seven years without the Mr.
I am not finished celebrating for today I want to go to the movies or go to the mall, If I go to the mall, I know exactly which stores I have to go in. A yankee candle from Hallmark, Bath and Body Works, Barnes and Nobles, Payless ( I need a pair of black boots), to wear with my long dresses and skirts(yes, I am tall), and I need to check out about eyeglasses. Oh, the 2006 Poets Market and the Novel and Short Story's Market, that's 50.00 right there. Where's the money coming from? I need to top everything off with a visit to Wendy's the 99 cent menu of course, I'm flat broke!
If I go to the movies, I want a whole row to myself. I want to lay my popcorn over here and my soda over there. (aint I selfish)lol I love watching a big screen tv. If I had a large screen tv at home, I probably would not go to the movies. It is something about the big screen that I love, along with the surround sound.
Right now, I need to get up off my high horse, get over to the stove and cook breakfast. Grits, eggs and sausage (beef)lol, OR 3 pannycakes and 3 eggs along with decaf coffee or tea. BTW, I have not had any decaf tea in a while. I'm hungry, I hate to leave you all so abruptly but I gotta eat, a RICH sistah has to eat...you agree...yeah I thought so. don't ya just luv blogging?
Only bloggers read blogs....right Jackie?
peace until another day,
georgia peach
Yesterday was my seventh year anniversary of my divorce. I was so at peace because usually in the past I would be super sad. Do you hear me you all? Super sad, but not yesterday! I treated myself to a few things. One treat was the Red, White and Blue thrift. That store is the bomb. I always wondered why it was given such a patriotic name. What was so red, white and blue about it? In any such case, I had a one hour ball in that store. I bought myself 4 pairs of jeans cause I gained some pounds in the hip and waist area and jeans at home were just pulling up or around me. Also, I bought a unique sweater which I cannot describe right now, a journal which had not been written in, a nice handbag(to add to the thousands in my closet), a denim hat with a flower on the front, one pair of earrings, a sun and moon pin, oh I just love the sun and the moon on anything, and a beautiful Japanese portrait which wss valued at 40.00 and it was half price-I got it for $20.00. What possessed me to spend $20.00 on a portrait. First of all, I felt that I was getting a value for it being half-price. I am getting a beautiful $40.00 Japanese portrait for $20.00. Second reasoning was that I love the Japanese culture and how relaxed they are and this lady reminds me of how I want to be. The lady is standing near water with an umbrella in hand, there are trees in the background, and there is a house in the background. Why couldn't that be my house? This woman is at peace. When I got back into the hood at the laundromat, a lady called this portrait: "Peaceful". She even named me Peaceful. This woman is the hood is an alcoholic too and she usually does not say anything but this picture captured her eye. And the third reasoning was that it was my gift to myself for being able to remain alone and content for seven years without the Mr.
I am not finished celebrating for today I want to go to the movies or go to the mall, If I go to the mall, I know exactly which stores I have to go in. A yankee candle from Hallmark, Bath and Body Works, Barnes and Nobles, Payless ( I need a pair of black boots), to wear with my long dresses and skirts(yes, I am tall), and I need to check out about eyeglasses. Oh, the 2006 Poets Market and the Novel and Short Story's Market, that's 50.00 right there. Where's the money coming from? I need to top everything off with a visit to Wendy's the 99 cent menu of course, I'm flat broke!
If I go to the movies, I want a whole row to myself. I want to lay my popcorn over here and my soda over there. (aint I selfish)lol I love watching a big screen tv. If I had a large screen tv at home, I probably would not go to the movies. It is something about the big screen that I love, along with the surround sound.
Right now, I need to get up off my high horse, get over to the stove and cook breakfast. Grits, eggs and sausage (beef)lol, OR 3 pannycakes and 3 eggs along with decaf coffee or tea. BTW, I have not had any decaf tea in a while. I'm hungry, I hate to leave you all so abruptly but I gotta eat, a RICH sistah has to eat...you agree...yeah I thought so. don't ya just luv blogging?
Only bloggers read blogs....right Jackie?
peace until another day,
georgia peach
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Three Folxs That I Love
There are three folxs that I love and that I will not allow to put me six feet under. The first one is father. He is the one that is acting strange and I cannot fathom his behavior. He has been off meds for two years and that is hurting me deeply. I know that he needs them in order to behave and function normally in today's society. Not just because I am a psych major but because I am close to my father, this greatly disturbs me. I was always the "pet" you all know what I mean- the special one who is special. I don't know why. The one that was always there for him. The one that felt bad for him when mother mistreated him. Now he is acting like he is young again, feelin his oats like they say, lettin the young gals say any and everything to him that's in the book but not legal, if you know what I mean....One high yella gal got 400.00 out of him to get her car fixed and she didn't get it fixed...I can just wring my hands around her neck, but he's a big boy at 71, wouldn't you say? And she's only 25? He has a grandchild that age, he just bests to go somewhere and sit down, cross his legs and listen to Sam Cooke and the Soul Stirrers like he used to. Now, he has a bad foot, keeps bleedin, running to the e-room day and night only to be sent back home...I guarantee you he does not want to stay even if they offered him to because he just can't sit down because of being in a state of mania. Yes, mania will come to you if you have been off the meds, think you don't need them and you want to run around day and night to the store for your neighbors, charging them when they are seniors just like you are. Love him as he is, I am told. I am tryin, but it is hard when I know that the real Mr. W. would be sittin still chillin somewhere and not scattered all over society. I am going to try again to have him committed because he needs to be on the meds and stabilized again, but in the meantime I have to remain stable to my cause and that is to remain a student and to write,write, write and pray, pray, pray.
Person number two is mother. What is it with her? Of course, I love her. But the issues need to be resolved. I am the oldest daughter and the one that she fears the most. So what if I don't have a Ford Focus, a full-time job with the state, and a home. No, I am a university student, rely on public transportation and I live in what mother would call "the projects." I won't let that define me though, for I live in "low income housing." They can do their thing and I can do mine.
God above knows that I am seekin a better place, but right now I have a roof and no one here interferes directly with my roof. They know what's best, leave Ms. S alone for she has attitude. Yes, sistah has attitude! Y'all used me from the crackhead to the teen, drama queens in between. Let me carry my bookbag, push buggy, Minolta camera, and whatever else I possess...I don't have a drug habit that's me, if y'all do, deal with it, and let me deal with whatever I have to..Cause you people have no respect for others. Yes, mother I have to put up with these conditions and you think I wanna be here, you are wrong, mom dear. I am doing the best I can to get out and I will. God is the judge, the statue-giver and he knows that I am tired. And another thing, I don't have a man, I don't wanna man and I did not say whether I was on the low or not--you ought to know me, people around here never see me with a man now and I know what they think but I could care less! People that pick me up to go places I need to go are women but they are either widows or single women in relationships-but I don't get too close to certain women anyway-they have a way of gossipping all the time. (Sing it to me Stevie, right now) Oh, I can write about now, I write or I die. Not tryin to copy Jackie's style the write or die chick, but her saying is true. If she can't be the poet, she be the poem. Oh, I love her style. I luv to keep people guessin. Guess you all, guess. My lifestyle is one big question mark?????in the ghetto and I like that. I notice though, Mom that a lot of young men in their 20's are starring me up and down, and they are lookin mighty fine, I just have my cute little bouncy walk, different hairstyle for each day of week and I guess they like my style cause I am not caught up in this hood nonsense....Mom, I know you see that I don't have a relationship right now, don't feel guilty cause you blamed me for the "secret" that when revealed an unfair accusation was made. I hate sometimes when that statement comes up, it stings like a bee ( I never been stung, but I know it hurts) A woman 47 don't have to be on the low because she don't have a man and I bet you are comparing me with Uncle J. How smart we are yet quiet about our "lifestyle" I aint talkin. I eat potatoe chips and listen to music at 2am. If necessary, I will get up and dance in the mirror, shaking my hips and a snappin my fingers, (Stevie, keep on singing...keep on singin, I have to cope..in "Pretty Boys," the question was asked of Shanta what did she do for sex and she simply said : "Survive'" well I am no different. I SURVIVE If I survived a yearly secret as a teenager, I can survive now. I had a husband, I had a "young" man after that and I am alright as I am. I am too busy to deal with anyone other than me. I am enough.
My neighborhood son-Homeboy, yeah I miss you but you have to learn the hard way. You know that I always wanted a son and you were the chosen one. Why you, I thought you were special and you still are. You don't fit the bill, tryin to be like the others out there. Yeah, you broke my heart. And you know it and that is why you keep runnin when you see me. You used me until you used me up. And to think: Some people thought you and I*******, boy don't get me started, I will turn this whole neighborhood inside out. They caused me to lose a semester, caused me to lose money, and I can say more all because I was tryin to help you read, rite, rithmetic (lol) Everything I taught you was beneficial for you and you knew it. You are the one with the guilty conscience for I taught you about that. And you give grandma all the credit-the one who knew you were takin advantage of me, the one who knows of all your dealings in the street and she did not protect me from you. She allowed you to use me, I have to pray to God every nite, I do that you don't get hurt out there in those streets. Now, I am back to where I started when I moved in this hood, I have no friends for I thought I had a friend and you were. The only thing you had done wrong was to lie, deceit your way when I ask you not to do so, you used my money for a purpose otherwise intended which could have gotten me into some trouble. I see how you respect me now, you will vacate your premises when you see me. I hope that I am not in your way...I have no where else to go right now...you are in your own way. I was the real mother you never had. You and your sister know better, you know where you should go to get out of this mess here. But this is the life you want, so you are 18 now, you think you are grown now, I cannot help you , ask those so-called friends for help. And at nite like I said when you are in your room and you have no one in the room with you and you are tryin to go to sleep , try prayin to the Creator. You cannot call me, my numbers are changed, you cannot use me ever again for I gave you a year to leap, my book is called: "Leap Year". I really have grown to love you like you were my own and now I know what it feels like to be a "real mother" My heart will never be broken again. By you, or anyone else. I have had enough. I warned you. Well, peace be upon you, sleep tight my neighborhood son. I hand you over to God.
Three folxs who will not put me six feet under....but i love them....
georgia peach
Person number two is mother. What is it with her? Of course, I love her. But the issues need to be resolved. I am the oldest daughter and the one that she fears the most. So what if I don't have a Ford Focus, a full-time job with the state, and a home. No, I am a university student, rely on public transportation and I live in what mother would call "the projects." I won't let that define me though, for I live in "low income housing." They can do their thing and I can do mine.
God above knows that I am seekin a better place, but right now I have a roof and no one here interferes directly with my roof. They know what's best, leave Ms. S alone for she has attitude. Yes, sistah has attitude! Y'all used me from the crackhead to the teen, drama queens in between. Let me carry my bookbag, push buggy, Minolta camera, and whatever else I possess...I don't have a drug habit that's me, if y'all do, deal with it, and let me deal with whatever I have to..Cause you people have no respect for others. Yes, mother I have to put up with these conditions and you think I wanna be here, you are wrong, mom dear. I am doing the best I can to get out and I will. God is the judge, the statue-giver and he knows that I am tired. And another thing, I don't have a man, I don't wanna man and I did not say whether I was on the low or not--you ought to know me, people around here never see me with a man now and I know what they think but I could care less! People that pick me up to go places I need to go are women but they are either widows or single women in relationships-but I don't get too close to certain women anyway-they have a way of gossipping all the time. (Sing it to me Stevie, right now) Oh, I can write about now, I write or I die. Not tryin to copy Jackie's style the write or die chick, but her saying is true. If she can't be the poet, she be the poem. Oh, I love her style. I luv to keep people guessin. Guess you all, guess. My lifestyle is one big question mark?????in the ghetto and I like that. I notice though, Mom that a lot of young men in their 20's are starring me up and down, and they are lookin mighty fine, I just have my cute little bouncy walk, different hairstyle for each day of week and I guess they like my style cause I am not caught up in this hood nonsense....Mom, I know you see that I don't have a relationship right now, don't feel guilty cause you blamed me for the "secret" that when revealed an unfair accusation was made. I hate sometimes when that statement comes up, it stings like a bee ( I never been stung, but I know it hurts) A woman 47 don't have to be on the low because she don't have a man and I bet you are comparing me with Uncle J. How smart we are yet quiet about our "lifestyle" I aint talkin. I eat potatoe chips and listen to music at 2am. If necessary, I will get up and dance in the mirror, shaking my hips and a snappin my fingers, (Stevie, keep on singing...keep on singin, I have to cope..in "Pretty Boys," the question was asked of Shanta what did she do for sex and she simply said : "Survive'" well I am no different. I SURVIVE If I survived a yearly secret as a teenager, I can survive now. I had a husband, I had a "young" man after that and I am alright as I am. I am too busy to deal with anyone other than me. I am enough.
My neighborhood son-Homeboy, yeah I miss you but you have to learn the hard way. You know that I always wanted a son and you were the chosen one. Why you, I thought you were special and you still are. You don't fit the bill, tryin to be like the others out there. Yeah, you broke my heart. And you know it and that is why you keep runnin when you see me. You used me until you used me up. And to think: Some people thought you and I*******, boy don't get me started, I will turn this whole neighborhood inside out. They caused me to lose a semester, caused me to lose money, and I can say more all because I was tryin to help you read, rite, rithmetic (lol) Everything I taught you was beneficial for you and you knew it. You are the one with the guilty conscience for I taught you about that. And you give grandma all the credit-the one who knew you were takin advantage of me, the one who knows of all your dealings in the street and she did not protect me from you. She allowed you to use me, I have to pray to God every nite, I do that you don't get hurt out there in those streets. Now, I am back to where I started when I moved in this hood, I have no friends for I thought I had a friend and you were. The only thing you had done wrong was to lie, deceit your way when I ask you not to do so, you used my money for a purpose otherwise intended which could have gotten me into some trouble. I see how you respect me now, you will vacate your premises when you see me. I hope that I am not in your way...I have no where else to go right now...you are in your own way. I was the real mother you never had. You and your sister know better, you know where you should go to get out of this mess here. But this is the life you want, so you are 18 now, you think you are grown now, I cannot help you , ask those so-called friends for help. And at nite like I said when you are in your room and you have no one in the room with you and you are tryin to go to sleep , try prayin to the Creator. You cannot call me, my numbers are changed, you cannot use me ever again for I gave you a year to leap, my book is called: "Leap Year". I really have grown to love you like you were my own and now I know what it feels like to be a "real mother" My heart will never be broken again. By you, or anyone else. I have had enough. I warned you. Well, peace be upon you, sleep tight my neighborhood son. I hand you over to God.
Three folxs who will not put me six feet under....but i love them....
georgia peach
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Sweet Potatoe Pie and Banana Puddin
I just love sweet potatoe pie and a little banana puddin with the real vanilla wafers. Anyone out there can make some for me? Pretty please...Ok I will just have to wait and see, for what does this Jerzee gal know about bakin? Huh..dunno.
It has been a hectic week from Monday to Wednesday going on the train traveling to the hospital's dental clinic to take care of my denistry needs. Monday, I did not have enough antibiotics in me to let the dentist work on me. So, I had to come back on Wednesday but it was a day of great releif to have a tooth that could not be saved-taken a care of . Right now, I am still swelling in the jawline and have a little pain-don't want to go to sleep for those nightmares and stupid, yes stupid dreams. I NEED PAIN MED RIGHT ABOUT NOW, A SISTAH NEEDS TO SLEEP....
On Monday, I stopped by the university to see the world's most positive person that I could think of and that is Michelle. She is the dean of students that I had entrusted to me while I was in her care and keeping. I was given many trinklets n gifts that day, so it wasn't a wasted Monday by a long shot, for I caught a train right back home and the rest is history...
I am doing so well in my computer concepts class, whew A's on my quizzes and homework, I just have to study my health book a little bit a more and I will be doing a all right. It's time to select classes for next term and that will be computer science and math, photography and art. I must prepare myself for those kids in the future that will need me .
I started reading"Pretty Boys.'" It makes for excellent reading. I am identifying myself with Shanta, the photographer already. I need a plumb job in At-lan-tuh, doing some photo-shoots. Working with digital cameras and computerizing the photos is my thing.. Drawing is another thing. I like doing lots of things. Photos and picutres are 2 things in addition to psychology and poetry. I am to be a Creative Therapist. I am to create my title.... I am a creative person who serves a grand Creator.
It is time to hit the nest. I will play a spiritual tape or some christian music to set the tone for m sleep. Outside of my realm lies trouble, I don't want no trouble. I got work to do on Friday which is today. Good morning, yooooalll....the world is awaiting your gifts and talents.......and
I am awaiting Dom's sweet potatoe pies and Jackie's banana puddin with the real wafers.
peace
It has been a hectic week from Monday to Wednesday going on the train traveling to the hospital's dental clinic to take care of my denistry needs. Monday, I did not have enough antibiotics in me to let the dentist work on me. So, I had to come back on Wednesday but it was a day of great releif to have a tooth that could not be saved-taken a care of . Right now, I am still swelling in the jawline and have a little pain-don't want to go to sleep for those nightmares and stupid, yes stupid dreams. I NEED PAIN MED RIGHT ABOUT NOW, A SISTAH NEEDS TO SLEEP....
On Monday, I stopped by the university to see the world's most positive person that I could think of and that is Michelle. She is the dean of students that I had entrusted to me while I was in her care and keeping. I was given many trinklets n gifts that day, so it wasn't a wasted Monday by a long shot, for I caught a train right back home and the rest is history...
I am doing so well in my computer concepts class, whew A's on my quizzes and homework, I just have to study my health book a little bit a more and I will be doing a all right. It's time to select classes for next term and that will be computer science and math, photography and art. I must prepare myself for those kids in the future that will need me .
I started reading"Pretty Boys.'" It makes for excellent reading. I am identifying myself with Shanta, the photographer already. I need a plumb job in At-lan-tuh, doing some photo-shoots. Working with digital cameras and computerizing the photos is my thing.. Drawing is another thing. I like doing lots of things. Photos and picutres are 2 things in addition to psychology and poetry. I am to be a Creative Therapist. I am to create my title.... I am a creative person who serves a grand Creator.
It is time to hit the nest. I will play a spiritual tape or some christian music to set the tone for m sleep. Outside of my realm lies trouble, I don't want no trouble. I got work to do on Friday which is today. Good morning, yooooalll....the world is awaiting your gifts and talents.......and
I am awaiting Dom's sweet potatoe pies and Jackie's banana puddin with the real wafers.
peace
Friday, October 21, 2005
My Soul I Gotta Save
It has been some end of the week, Thursday and Friday. It has been like staying at home-not being on a schedule. I have been waking up like 9 in the morning, having slept so hard that I did not want to get up. (ok Homegirl, below me keep it up, I cannot spend 30 years to life for nonsense) So, I had to work really hard both of these days not to say anything to that person that lives beneath me, for fear that there may be a side of me that will really reveal itself to these neighbors and then they will say: "Is that Miss W, oh my god listen to her, I did not know she could talk like that, or act like that." But there is a scripture at Eccles 7:7, that says that "mere oppression can make a wise one act crazy." So you see, when a person who is wise in how they usually act, suddenly displays a side that is questioned, it is usually because that person has been pushed beyond their normal limits. Please, please, please y'all in this hood don't push me! God has a plan in the making and that includes moving. I have no friends in this hood, but my computer and I am begging it not to get a virus. This computer is about 3 weeks old and it just bests to behave. It is my morning glory, for after I say a prayer to God for allowing me to step a foot on the floor in the morning, to see another day, I turn that computer on. Let me give her a name. Let's name my computer"Georgia Peach" That seems to be the name of the day, the order of the day. Everything seems to be about a peach, headed2atlanta@yahoo.com, peaches, for I sound so serious about Atlanta, don't I? Well, if it is God's will, that's where I am going to end up...Yes, but right now, I need to vacate these premises. My soul needs saving, words save my soul, rescue me, Calgon take me away, oh do you hear me now.
Well, I have been doing some quizzes and doing well on them in the computer course. I am really enjoying them, on the web. They are 45 minutes long, 30 multiple/choice and true/false and I love my results. I am going to be alllllrrrriiigggghhhttt.. is that a word? In the health course, I had a test last Wednesday and did so-so, but i tell you this, I am going to do extra work in the back of the chapters in addition to the exams because I want a decent grade--no I don't have to be that "A"student like the past when I would not take anything else, all I want is to pass with a "decent" grade which would mean I have gotten all I could out of the course and have done the very best that I could. As long as I have my friend here, Georgia Peach and continue to study the bible and make application in my life, God will not allow me to make any mistakes in the hood, stooping down to the level of a 6 year old with the nonsense. Efforts have been intensified to MOVE AWAY FROM HERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
Georgia Peach has been working hard now, she must turn herself off and I will turn her back on in the later hours of Saturday morning, just have to wait for the man to bring my Avon delivery, I will go to the thrift store for some (new to me, items that i need) gettin cold out here. I need a dress for Sunday morn. Well thanks for visiting and come back and visit Georgia Peach again. ...hopefully I will sleep, push comes to worse Stevie Womder on my ears, real low and mellow......nite nite
Well, I have been doing some quizzes and doing well on them in the computer course. I am really enjoying them, on the web. They are 45 minutes long, 30 multiple/choice and true/false and I love my results. I am going to be alllllrrrriiigggghhhttt.. is that a word? In the health course, I had a test last Wednesday and did so-so, but i tell you this, I am going to do extra work in the back of the chapters in addition to the exams because I want a decent grade--no I don't have to be that "A"student like the past when I would not take anything else, all I want is to pass with a "decent" grade which would mean I have gotten all I could out of the course and have done the very best that I could. As long as I have my friend here, Georgia Peach and continue to study the bible and make application in my life, God will not allow me to make any mistakes in the hood, stooping down to the level of a 6 year old with the nonsense. Efforts have been intensified to MOVE AWAY FROM HERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
Georgia Peach has been working hard now, she must turn herself off and I will turn her back on in the later hours of Saturday morning, just have to wait for the man to bring my Avon delivery, I will go to the thrift store for some (new to me, items that i need) gettin cold out here. I need a dress for Sunday morn. Well thanks for visiting and come back and visit Georgia Peach again. ...hopefully I will sleep, push comes to worse Stevie Womder on my ears, real low and mellow......nite nite
Monday, October 17, 2005
Being Positive, Enjoying My Paradise
Ok, I am going to talk positive after I just say a little something about what happened this am, causing me not to want to get up, but I must remember my motivations. I am a college/university student, I am a poet, I am a budding and aspiring writer seeking to grow and improve, which involves me entering contests and submissions using my wildest imagination. Maybe I should also write one about a paradise. Anyone ever wonder about what a paradise means? It means seeing conditions in a beautiful setting where there is no crime, wickedness, sickness, corruptness, and all of the things that you see going on today. All persons will be able to get along with no hatred and competition. A beautiful scene, just picture yourself there.
My living room is like a paradise in a ghetto land. It has beautiful dolls, lamps that I treasure with beautiful shades, a nice chair that I can sit in, books that I need to read and meditate on, flowers that I am glad to see "now", oh and I have beautiful candles and pillows to lounge on. Dolls and teddies to accent the place. So, I hurry and scurry to get back to my little place of "paradise". But to get here, I have to pass my the "urine smell" on the carpet on the first floor, the slickness and sly ways of a neighbor on the second and once that goes through, I hit my door with my key and thank God that I made it home. Whatever happened to the natural love for neighbor, it is gone for the bible is fulfilling it's prophecy. So, I mut continue to walk by faith and not by sight, for if I continue to walk by sight, I will get in trouble. Anyone dealing and wheeling with the nonsense and trying to be sly with me I have no use for. As a matter of fact, God and myself are handling the situation alone and we are doing just fine without the neighbors. All I owe them is the love from the Bible. And that is from a distance. Never again will they be trusted.
I am going to finish this evening with typing more poetry on my poety site, do my Avon order and I must do some of my homework and get my bills together, for they must be paid by next week. Oh and I must call some places after 9 and leave messages to try to move away from here and pray for God's direction with that. I hope for no more unwanted messages for I did follow instructions for them to be removed. Thanks, Marcus!
georgia peach
My living room is like a paradise in a ghetto land. It has beautiful dolls, lamps that I treasure with beautiful shades, a nice chair that I can sit in, books that I need to read and meditate on, flowers that I am glad to see "now", oh and I have beautiful candles and pillows to lounge on. Dolls and teddies to accent the place. So, I hurry and scurry to get back to my little place of "paradise". But to get here, I have to pass my the "urine smell" on the carpet on the first floor, the slickness and sly ways of a neighbor on the second and once that goes through, I hit my door with my key and thank God that I made it home. Whatever happened to the natural love for neighbor, it is gone for the bible is fulfilling it's prophecy. So, I mut continue to walk by faith and not by sight, for if I continue to walk by sight, I will get in trouble. Anyone dealing and wheeling with the nonsense and trying to be sly with me I have no use for. As a matter of fact, God and myself are handling the situation alone and we are doing just fine without the neighbors. All I owe them is the love from the Bible. And that is from a distance. Never again will they be trusted.
I am going to finish this evening with typing more poetry on my poety site, do my Avon order and I must do some of my homework and get my bills together, for they must be paid by next week. Oh and I must call some places after 9 and leave messages to try to move away from here and pray for God's direction with that. I hope for no more unwanted messages for I did follow instructions for them to be removed. Thanks, Marcus!
georgia peach
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Ghetto Isms, Night Shift
They don't wake up it seems until the evening. Night Queen starts that in and out thing all nite long and I will try to go to sleep. What helps me are my meds amd music. The other persons are in the street trade and they don't have any respect for us who are tryin to sleep, doors are allowed to slam and I am tired of the bs. I use to have Stevie Wonder on my ears but now I don't use the ear phones on my ears to go to sleep. I really don't want to go to sleep because my dreams are so vivid. They are about real situations in my life. But no thank you to a dream about this hood, which I can't wait to vacate. It is hard to put effort in tryin to move when you are tryin to study but hey--it's gonna happen sooner or later, hopefully sooner.
Nails got refilled today, I treated myself and got necessities which were pantyhose, toiletries and necessities. A yard sale had a lamp I needed and as I glance over it with the purple bulb, it is sharp, just like I dress, sharp. Pretty fine. My living quarters are quaint, somewhat crowded but God keeps me. I need to be going to bed now beause I must get up at six. Sunday mornings I am up when that alarm rings. I need to hear what my heavenly father has to say to me, that's important. I must apply the Bible in my life so as to gain wisdom. Yeah, they can slam doors all night but I am going to blow out this Yankee candle-Home, sweet home is the fragrance-oops, there goes another dooor slammer. I am going to take my meds, and let the radio put me to sleep after prayer, of course.
goodnite, intentionally spelled that way.......
georgia peach
Nails got refilled today, I treated myself and got necessities which were pantyhose, toiletries and necessities. A yard sale had a lamp I needed and as I glance over it with the purple bulb, it is sharp, just like I dress, sharp. Pretty fine. My living quarters are quaint, somewhat crowded but God keeps me. I need to be going to bed now beause I must get up at six. Sunday mornings I am up when that alarm rings. I need to hear what my heavenly father has to say to me, that's important. I must apply the Bible in my life so as to gain wisdom. Yeah, they can slam doors all night but I am going to blow out this Yankee candle-Home, sweet home is the fragrance-oops, there goes another dooor slammer. I am going to take my meds, and let the radio put me to sleep after prayer, of course.
goodnite, intentionally spelled that way.......
georgia peach
Thursday, October 13, 2005
No syrup for the pancakes???
Hello........I am feeling somewhat tired bout now. Had a good day, a good tired. First of all, the pancakes that I fixed with the eggs, I discovered that I did not have syrup. I did not care what brand it could have been, just bring me some syrup. Grandma used to have that good ole Alaga-that thick down home syrruppp. I can't spell it, it's time to go to la-la land. Do y'all know where that is? I have been scared to go to sleep ever since I dreamed about being pregnant by Homeboy and the baby was stillbirth, it would not come out....Well I had a good day-- despite the rain, my heart is full of sunglow because I refuse to let these and those folks irritate me to no end. I typed my fingers off today and you would think that I am tired at 12:30am. Well, I have to get back to the old routine of going to bed at 11:30pm. I need that beauty rest...Like Mocha said I have to treat myself good, I don't need comments that I don't ask for and etc. etc. etc. Well, life is going alright for I am a pioneer in my own might . I am strong, invincible, I am woman. I am the georgia peach, I love peaches and Atlanta is waitin on me. Oh, I will get there, sooner or later, likely sooner. Let me get my dental situation out of the way. I want to smile again for I am tired of waiting for the tooth fairy. In the child hood times, we used to leave a tooth under the pillow and wait for the fairy godmother, now we get an extraction and the tooth is no longer in one piece and the dentist throws it away. (Homegirl just slammed her door, that's alright y'all, I got my computer and I am above that and God has my back. I am not stooping low to nonsense. Drugs are being sold beneath my feet, God knows it and so does the undercover detectives....Ok now. I missed TJ today, I hope she is alright, I am thinking of Marcus but I am sure that he is busy doing good things and making progress. I hope Bernadene is relaxing and enjoying her trip. Well, I learned a new word (ecru) . Ok it's time for me to go to bed for sure....see ya on the other side...
(sleepin with my dolls and teddies)
pocahontas
(sleepin with my dolls and teddies)
pocahontas
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
A Student I Am, But I'm Enjoying My Writing More
It's amazin what we really want to do in life. I know that I want to be that therapist, yes I do without a doubt. However, why is it that I am so active with Prolific and Black Writers United?
I am very active with Prolific Writers. Has anyone ever looked up the definition of a prolific writer? Sure sounds good to me. In the year 2000, I was told that I was a "prolific writer" by my Creative Writer instructor, who was quite younger than I. I went home and looked the word up and I was delighted by what I read. Me, oh me? Yes, you! Ok....get busy. We kept journals and we ended up handing a portfolio in. And would you like to know that I was the only brown face in the class. Ok, get behind me inner critic. It did not matter, for all of them respected me in the end. They did not know how to comprehend me in the beginning. They were just as afraid as I was.
Well, it is late and like I said writing comsumes me. Or shall I say, Overconsumes me. My new Writer's Digest is to the left of me, my new backpack to the right, still packed from the day. I have been busy with Prolific's Poetry day which was quite nice. I will be doing a review on Thursday for one of the books. Of course, with music in the background..........
pocahontas
(a future georgia peach)
I am very active with Prolific Writers. Has anyone ever looked up the definition of a prolific writer? Sure sounds good to me. In the year 2000, I was told that I was a "prolific writer" by my Creative Writer instructor, who was quite younger than I. I went home and looked the word up and I was delighted by what I read. Me, oh me? Yes, you! Ok....get busy. We kept journals and we ended up handing a portfolio in. And would you like to know that I was the only brown face in the class. Ok, get behind me inner critic. It did not matter, for all of them respected me in the end. They did not know how to comprehend me in the beginning. They were just as afraid as I was.
Well, it is late and like I said writing comsumes me. Or shall I say, Overconsumes me. My new Writer's Digest is to the left of me, my new backpack to the right, still packed from the day. I have been busy with Prolific's Poetry day which was quite nice. I will be doing a review on Thursday for one of the books. Of course, with music in the background..........
pocahontas
(a future georgia peach)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
A Tuesday Kind of Day
Well, I hope that this goes through alright, I love blogging but somehow it seems not to love me, it only loves Dom, Vee Jay and of course no other than TJ. It is going to take some time to gain everything that I lost on the favorites, for I love websites and the internet. Today is a Tuesday kind of day when I have a sense of calmness for the Creator I let take over my mind and heart which I should do every day of the week.
The sun has not shone outside for three days now, but the sun is shining within my heart. I am truly blessed to be alive with a roof. Some people don't even have that and I have been there too but I shall not turn around. I may sleep on the floor on pillows but that's the way I want it right now for I am near the front door. That is one step closer to where I want to go. I am glad everyone respects me here from the neighbors to the drug dealers, for they know that there is nothing happening but the rent. Can't none of them brag to one another about what I am like for they do not know.
I will pray for the teenager for I do care about him and his future, but he has to do the work. I love him from a distance. He does have respect for me and that is admirable. However, I must keep busy in school, writing groups, other obligations and of course with my spiritual activities which should have been listed first and foremost.
Well, I need to go now for I must get dressed in a skirt/dress and wait for my 5pm ride. I hope that this blog site works. TJ please let it work. Don't you have magic?
sharon
October 11, 2005
The sun has not shone outside for three days now, but the sun is shining within my heart. I am truly blessed to be alive with a roof. Some people don't even have that and I have been there too but I shall not turn around. I may sleep on the floor on pillows but that's the way I want it right now for I am near the front door. That is one step closer to where I want to go. I am glad everyone respects me here from the neighbors to the drug dealers, for they know that there is nothing happening but the rent. Can't none of them brag to one another about what I am like for they do not know.
I will pray for the teenager for I do care about him and his future, but he has to do the work. I love him from a distance. He does have respect for me and that is admirable. However, I must keep busy in school, writing groups, other obligations and of course with my spiritual activities which should have been listed first and foremost.
Well, I need to go now for I must get dressed in a skirt/dress and wait for my 5pm ride. I hope that this blog site works. TJ please let it work. Don't you have magic?
sharon
October 11, 2005
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