Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
"Good Friday is observed on the Friday before Easter Sunday. On this day Christians commemorate the passion, or suffering, and death on the cross of the Lord, Jesus Christ. Many Christians spend this day in fasting, prayer, repentance, and meditation on the agony and suffering of Christ on the cross."
It’s been a long time since we talked and I know that I haven’t been the model “Saint,” but…then again how can I say “but” to you. You know what I’ve done…what I haven’t done. Please forgive me. I can be a lot of things, but a liar I am not. So if I say I am going to try harder that’s probably a lie so rather I will say I will try harder to at least “try.”
I decided on this day to take a moment to reflect, although our headquarters in Columbus is officially closed, and all states offices are closed, I work for a regional office and guess what? We’re open. But you know what? I am so thankful I at least have a job. Thank you for that.
It seems lately I have had so many trials and tribulations, school has been a financial drain, I guess it doesn’t pay to want something more in life. I continuously tell myself LUKE 6:21 in fact I thought of tattooing that somewhere just to remind myself that there is something coming for me and I will not be broken. Last week-I felt broken. I felt like why me. I was pushed to my limit..I fell…but determination led me to continue to crawl…I was pushed over and I was down….thank you for carrying me.
Sometimes I feel like I am a glutton for punishment, recently, you’ve shown me that isn’t true. I am not a glutton for punishment. More so I am destined for greatness I decided to read the bible more. And that’s when you showed me that I was wrong. Mark 10:31-the last shall be first. Something more important is planned for me, so at this point I must take my time and learn. Pain is growth, growth is change, and change is life...in essence I am living life.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Question----Did "he," just leave his shit on my nightstand?
Is that like a calling card????
*Rolls eyes...tonight was such a waste of time. I could have had a friggin V-8*
(This will probably say Thursday...but since I havent slept yet....2 post one day)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I know I said Tuesday.....sue me.
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her-Common “I used to love Her”
When I was 10 years old my family was stationed in Ft. Bliss Texas. One of my aunts whom I will call Beau”T”y because of her love for fashion and ability to create one of kind outfits for us, came to live with us. Although at the time I was 10 she and I were very close, as my stepfather is much older than all of his siblings. (She’s only about 9 or 10 years older than me.) Anyway, she met this guy who was a dj and the three of became inseparable. She used to take me to all the little house parties, she actually introduced me to Slick Rick, Scarface-as a solo artist, Mc Hammer, Common, just a mass variety of music that I honestly had no clue about at 10 years old.
I remember the first house party she took me too, I felt so fly. She had made me these custom “Hammer Pants,” they were white and had black music notes and clef notes all over them. Man I was hot. Ft. Bliss is actually near the Mexican border so all the Mexican kids were always hanging around near Base and man they were diggin’ my threads lol. So anyway, we get to the party and it’s like my eyes were opened to something I have never seen before in my life. No black, no white, just music.
Mr. Dj takes Beauty and I up to the Dj area. I was amazed. My aunt proceeded to hit the dance floor. But me, I wanted to see him work. He told me:
“ these are technics two 1200 and this thing in the middle is the brain..the mixer. If anyone ever tells you to buy something else, don’t listen. Go get a chair, and sit here.”
He plugged in a spare set of headphones and I proceeded to learn how to make love to a crowd. That was my first hit and instantly I was an addict. Weeks went on and I went with Beauty and Dj to all kinds of parties at the YAC (youth activity center), and anywhere else. He taught me how to mix, how to match beats, even made me carry equipment because if I dj’d one day…I would have to learn to carry own stuff. No one is going to do it for me. He even got me my first set of tables and a mixer the Gemini’s they sucked a$$ but what do you expect for 99.99 he got the mixer, tables, and headphones, all in one box but he told me if I wanted to learn I had to crawl then walk. (This is the exact set up, although it's in storage..I still have it.)
A few months past, and by now I am dj’ing and I loved it. Dj-had taught me so much except that life sometimes isn’t always as it appears. Despite being a soldier he was also a drug dealer and got caught up in some things that resulted in him doing 20 years in prison…me and my aunt went to court everyday that summer to support him. When the judge said 20 years with no parole. I was devastated. A few weeks past and his brother came by our house. He handed my aunt a letter and told me he had a package. It was the Technic 1200’s and the brain and a note, looks like I won’t be using these for a while. I still use those 12’s to this day and I always remember…how we met.