I was not taught to not like myself. Ummmmm….now we have 21st century folks trying to show some of us some different shit. Ooops….sorry boo thang. Some of us know better. We really lke ourselves. Black, white, purple, green, black and blue…whatever.Simply good with our skin color and all that asinine ish takes a back seat. WHO?
Who do folks think they are? Who do we think we are?
Note this asswipe trolls. It must have been something I’ve said, posted or responded on a social media platform that upset the troll? The troll does not want to hear? I get messages and comments on the daily. I can give a shit. When it is a slow day I check my Twitter connect stream. I notice some of the negative messages from trolls. Most of the time. I simply ignore attention seeking hop scotch troll bitches.
Talk about being blessed. I feel elated stumbling upon this construction paper. It was calling my name. All you have to do is ask. I need to make those folks a Pound cake or Cheese cake
Last summer I started a garden. I had envision a garden for the last three years. It sort of came to fruition last summer. I got serious about sowing a seed and transplanting seedlings into the ground. One thing I did not count on was weeds. My goodness the weeds almost ran me out of the garden. I almost lost interest in growing food and flowers. There had to be a better way to kill the grass. On a whim I decided to smother the grass with construction paper. Newspaper only works after the grass has been totally destroy. I learned that the hard way along with using straw with grass seeds on top of the construction paper.
To document this phenomenon as faithfully as possible, not a single piece of plastic in any of these photographs was moved, placed, manipulated, arranged, or altered in any way. These images depict the actual stomach contents of baby birds in one of the world’s most remote marine sanctuaries, more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent.
This morning while pruning aka dead heading the Marigolds in our garden. I was surprised to learn there are Marigold seeds in the dried out petals. WOW! I almost threw them away. I picked apart the petal. A surprise Marigold blessing.
A couple of weeks ago when my husband and I were visiting Lowe’s in search of fence material. I flipped through the magazines while waiting patiently for my Mister to gather information and screws for the fence. I came across a article “Times Unfading Garden” in the current “Best of Country’s Garden” magazine. I was simply fascinated with the feature article about Anne and Edward Spencer.
Kobe Bryant checking his momma in the courtroom. That is one dumb down dummy athlete for the Gods. Who the fuck does that? He cheated on his wife, screwed some chick in the hind parts. Bought his wife a $4 million redemption ring to prevent her ass from scraping his ass over the coals
Now Momma clearing the crib…he gonna get stanky with it. Dumb ass athlete.
God has a plan for all of us. I believe Charles Ramsey is living based on “God’s divine purpose for his life”. That my brothers and sisters makes him a genuine human being. His act had nothing to do with appearances, his station in life nor his fear. He acted the way he was suppose to…that is what I commend this brother for. Anyone with their lame jokes, asinine comments about this brother courageous act should be ashamed of themselves…cause what if that was you that needed to be rescue? Wouldn’t you want someone to notice your scream.
I do not find “ANY” fodder entertaining nor funny. Enough already…pay attention sheeple. Cause that could have been you. Makes me wonder about the Investigation Discovery series about The Usual Suspects. HA!