Yes, Since I start blogging I have learned a lot, met a few interesting people and visit a few places I have never been. I am not a writer but sometimes I like putting my thoughts in words and share a little of my views.
I have met a special lady on blogspot, she somestime makes me laugh and sometimes makes me cry. I have learned so much from her. She gives it to you raw, no sugar coating which is what we need sometimes.
I just want to tell her to keep doing what she is doing because she has inspired me and I know she has inspired others as well.
I look forward to her post every day even if I don't have time to make a comment. She has shared so much of herself, and sometimes people asked her how could she put so much of her personal stuff on her blog and she always answer with such grace.
In her sharing she as helped so many women who can learn from what she has experienced in life. Sometimes it is as if she is talking to me. So thank you for teaching and for sharing.
Even though we are from different cultures, we have so much of the same values.
I hope you will read this and know that this is your platform from which to help others.
Thank you and be blessed!!!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Talented ..............or Not?
Talented …….or Not!
The bible says that each and every one of us was given a certain amount of talent. Now it is up to us to use and develop our talent.
I started crocheting at about the age of nine. It was my escape, when I am crocheting the world could fall down around me and I would not know.
As I grow up, I go through spells where I would crochet nonstop anything you could think of, and then I would just stop. This is one of my dry spell, like a writer who would write so many good books and then one day …….nothing.
Within the last two weeks however I have gotten three signs from meeting people on the train crocheting something and tells me that I should go back to Pastor preaching and telling us to use our talents to help others, “even those who crochet should consider teaching others” when I listen to him in church, I was convinced that someone is telling me something.
I have made baby’s blankets, doilies, hats and scarves, embellished t-shirts, sweater, caplets, ponchos and bags just to name some of the things I have done.
For the coming Christmas season I am going to put out a new line for the home, a thirteen piece table set – 6 coasters and mats and one center piece, plus holiday slippers.
So, am I talented…………………., or not…………………….? We'll find out.
The bible says that each and every one of us was given a certain amount of talent. Now it is up to us to use and develop our talent.
I started crocheting at about the age of nine. It was my escape, when I am crocheting the world could fall down around me and I would not know.
As I grow up, I go through spells where I would crochet nonstop anything you could think of, and then I would just stop. This is one of my dry spell, like a writer who would write so many good books and then one day …….nothing.
Within the last two weeks however I have gotten three signs from meeting people on the train crocheting something and tells me that I should go back to Pastor preaching and telling us to use our talents to help others, “even those who crochet should consider teaching others” when I listen to him in church, I was convinced that someone is telling me something.
I have made baby’s blankets, doilies, hats and scarves, embellished t-shirts, sweater, caplets, ponchos and bags just to name some of the things I have done.
For the coming Christmas season I am going to put out a new line for the home, a thirteen piece table set – 6 coasters and mats and one center piece, plus holiday slippers.
So, am I talented…………………., or not…………………….? We'll find out.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The "F" Word
How many time during the day have you heard the “F” word?
I remember many year ago working in a casual male dominated environment and without exaggerating every few minutes or so I would hear “ the f…ing, or what the f…, or mother f…ing” or some variation there of. It was used as a verb, an adverb, an adjective and sometimes even a noun.
I finally put a bank on my desk and whenever anyone uses that word they would have to put a dollar in the bank. It worked for a while until everyone start complaining about how much they were giving me and sometimes curse more. The boss eventually gave me my own cubicle away from all the cursing. Now I make sure any new employee that are hired knows without a doubt that no cursing is tolerated in the office.
These days I spend a lot of time on the buses and trains to and from work and the young people use the “f” word without prejudice. It makes me cringe sometimes when I hear the cussing and to see where it’s coming from. Young ladies thinks nothing of cussing in public, they thinks it’s cute but it’s not.
When I was growing up adults would actually put bar soap use for washing clothes in the mouths of kids who cures in front of an adult regardless if they were related or not. Some might say that’s harsh but it worked. Girls respect themselves more and the boys respect the girls and the adults always.
Freedom of speech is one thing, but one need to set standards for themselves.
I remember many year ago working in a casual male dominated environment and without exaggerating every few minutes or so I would hear “ the f…ing, or what the f…, or mother f…ing” or some variation there of. It was used as a verb, an adverb, an adjective and sometimes even a noun.
I finally put a bank on my desk and whenever anyone uses that word they would have to put a dollar in the bank. It worked for a while until everyone start complaining about how much they were giving me and sometimes curse more. The boss eventually gave me my own cubicle away from all the cursing. Now I make sure any new employee that are hired knows without a doubt that no cursing is tolerated in the office.
These days I spend a lot of time on the buses and trains to and from work and the young people use the “f” word without prejudice. It makes me cringe sometimes when I hear the cussing and to see where it’s coming from. Young ladies thinks nothing of cussing in public, they thinks it’s cute but it’s not.
When I was growing up adults would actually put bar soap use for washing clothes in the mouths of kids who cures in front of an adult regardless if they were related or not. Some might say that’s harsh but it worked. Girls respect themselves more and the boys respect the girls and the adults always.
Freedom of speech is one thing, but one need to set standards for themselves.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Parent Abuse..........Children Abuse
Too often I hear stories of adult children abusing their elderly parents and we all cry foul. But have we ever stopped to consider the reason why.
Some doctors say that abuse is a learned behavior, if that true, then parents who abuse their children will have abusive in their old age.
Most abusive parent never stops to realize that the seed they are sowing they will reap.
Imagine the following; you have three children, one could do no wrong,( even though he is the devil incarnate) second one is selfish and self-centered, the third just wants to be loved, but is treated like a doormat.
The parent visible mistreats and abuse one child, that child is forced to leave home at a young age and in some cases live in the abuse for a long time. Never get any encouragement or help but somehow they manage to build a life for themselves.
In the meantime mommy and daddy make no provision for their future while living life to the fullest, or illness and misfortune came to knock at their door.
Now mommy and daddy are in need of help. Favorite children are no where to be found (like their parent they are living life and have no place or time for anyone except themselves).
Abused, unloved, mistreated child is called in to help her parents that never take the time to say or do one kind thing to her.
Unable to say no, this child takes on the role of caregiver to her abusive parents, and the only way (at times) to maintain sanity is to repay in kind the treatment that was learned from her parents.
Let us all try to plant good seed so that when it comes time for reaping, we can reap good fruit.
Some doctors say that abuse is a learned behavior, if that true, then parents who abuse their children will have abusive in their old age.
Most abusive parent never stops to realize that the seed they are sowing they will reap.
Imagine the following; you have three children, one could do no wrong,( even though he is the devil incarnate) second one is selfish and self-centered, the third just wants to be loved, but is treated like a doormat.
The parent visible mistreats and abuse one child, that child is forced to leave home at a young age and in some cases live in the abuse for a long time. Never get any encouragement or help but somehow they manage to build a life for themselves.
In the meantime mommy and daddy make no provision for their future while living life to the fullest, or illness and misfortune came to knock at their door.
Now mommy and daddy are in need of help. Favorite children are no where to be found (like their parent they are living life and have no place or time for anyone except themselves).
Abused, unloved, mistreated child is called in to help her parents that never take the time to say or do one kind thing to her.
Unable to say no, this child takes on the role of caregiver to her abusive parents, and the only way (at times) to maintain sanity is to repay in kind the treatment that was learned from her parents.
Let us all try to plant good seed so that when it comes time for reaping, we can reap good fruit.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Snow..............!!
Snow………!!
Four days after twenty inches of snow fell on top of twenty two inches that seems as if only days ago ( December 25th) some neighborhoods are still covered with the white stuff. Four lane streets are down to two lanes and two lanes are down to one. Cars are still buried and sidewalks are still covered.
On my way home on Saturday I past a home with the car in the driveway and as I looked around there were about three feet of the white stuff all along the front of the house. All I could think was, they have their work cut out for them. One may think that three feet is not much, but when you have snow pack street with no place for more and you have to clear enough to get a car through, it’s not only a lot but hard work.
That is why sometimes I choose to walk in the street because the sidewalks are not always clear all the way.
I could be walking and thinking that the sidewalk is clear all the way and then you realize that you now have to climb a two or three feet high snowbank because whoever clear that area did not cut a path through the snow and now I am at a snow dead end. I also came upon a sidewalk that is blocked with a car, it’s owner just clear his driveway and park his car so that you climb into the snowbank or turn back to a clear path to the street to go around the car. When you look at the condition in the streets, one would think that we would be more considerate of each other.
When I clean, I always clean to meet my neighbor so that we don’t have a snow dead end. It does not take much, just a few more shovel full and you’re done, trust me, I’ve done it.
The major had said that this is a record breaker for January in NYC for the amount of snow that fall.
There is still snow on the ground, and it’s still icy so …..Be Careful.
Four days after twenty inches of snow fell on top of twenty two inches that seems as if only days ago ( December 25th) some neighborhoods are still covered with the white stuff. Four lane streets are down to two lanes and two lanes are down to one. Cars are still buried and sidewalks are still covered.
On my way home on Saturday I past a home with the car in the driveway and as I looked around there were about three feet of the white stuff all along the front of the house. All I could think was, they have their work cut out for them. One may think that three feet is not much, but when you have snow pack street with no place for more and you have to clear enough to get a car through, it’s not only a lot but hard work.
That is why sometimes I choose to walk in the street because the sidewalks are not always clear all the way.
I could be walking and thinking that the sidewalk is clear all the way and then you realize that you now have to climb a two or three feet high snowbank because whoever clear that area did not cut a path through the snow and now I am at a snow dead end. I also came upon a sidewalk that is blocked with a car, it’s owner just clear his driveway and park his car so that you climb into the snowbank or turn back to a clear path to the street to go around the car. When you look at the condition in the streets, one would think that we would be more considerate of each other.
When I clean, I always clean to meet my neighbor so that we don’t have a snow dead end. It does not take much, just a few more shovel full and you’re done, trust me, I’ve done it.
The major had said that this is a record breaker for January in NYC for the amount of snow that fall.
There is still snow on the ground, and it’s still icy so …..Be Careful.
Monday, January 10, 2011
It's Me..........
How many times have you answer the phone are listen to v-mail and Hello mother/father etc and hear a too familiar voice say, 'it's me" without leaving their name. Or you calling someone and say 'it's me" without giving your name. I think we are all guilty of this at one time or the other.
This weekend I got just such a voice mail from one of my daughters, "Hi mother, it's me" then proceed to leave her message without leaving her name assuming that I know her voice.
If we assume that the person we are calling recognizes our voice and will know who we are, why then do we say "it's me" and not leave our name.
I sometimes say, it's your mother or to my mother I say " it's your first born child". There is no doubt as to who I am, she can only have one first born or my child can have only one mother.
If we need to affirm who we are why not say, hello, it's Mary or Bob.
Almost everyone in my life have their own distinct voices (except for my son and grandson), I will never mistook their voice for someone else. So just to let you all know I got you at "Hello"
This weekend I got just such a voice mail from one of my daughters, "Hi mother, it's me" then proceed to leave her message without leaving her name assuming that I know her voice.
If we assume that the person we are calling recognizes our voice and will know who we are, why then do we say "it's me" and not leave our name.
I sometimes say, it's your mother or to my mother I say " it's your first born child". There is no doubt as to who I am, she can only have one first born or my child can have only one mother.
If we need to affirm who we are why not say, hello, it's Mary or Bob.
Almost everyone in my life have their own distinct voices (except for my son and grandson), I will never mistook their voice for someone else. So just to let you all know I got you at "Hello"
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