Days of My Life

This makes me want to empty my purse strings.

If you just want to be a blessing, consider this man’s story and show him some love.

Well, I guess it’s good news but also obvious news. I’m taking a bit of a spontaneous break and posting irregularly.

I’m finding that I’m too busy living life to write about my life. It’s all good stuff though.

And besides that, I’m just tired of people. One day I’ll write about my circle of friends and you’ll understand. They can exhaust me like no others, but they’re all folks I’d want to have in my corner in a fight.

I can tell you though that I’m appreciating the complexity of nature and the simplicity of the God who created it. I’ve concluded that God is simple. We, ourselves, make him complex because we cannot comprehend the enormity of what He has done and how He does what He does. I got all of that from looking at some flowers in the median today while talking to a friend. I told her about the greatness of God that He could create life. She told me about the highway He cut in the middle of the Red Sea. We encouraged ourselves and one another. That’s my girl, and we’re good for each other like that. I love her and thank God for her.

This was going somewhere but my phone just rang, and I’ve gotten distracted.

Yall be easy.

Hugs and love,
A

I know I’m full of posts today! Enjoy it because next week might be slim…

I am teary-eyed right now because my brothers and I are about to accomplish what we could not during my father’s life…a happy family.

I just have memories of one of them always disrespecting my mom—so I kept him at a distance. The other I recall as being slow and aloof. Well, there is yet another MIA, but this isn’t about him.

I was about to see my brother, but he’s headed here to put flowers on my dad’s grave along with the other brother. He’s said he wanted to see my mom, and she called on my line about that time. She agreed to lunch on her break and will meet my brothers and me at a restaurant not far from our house, my dad’s favorite spot.

My family, all of my dad’s outside children and myself along with my parents, never once sat down at the same table and dined together. We’ve been at family gatherings together, but not ever as a unit. I still call myself an only child because I was for so long even though the boys are older.

What amazes me is that my dad would’ve been ecstatic if we could’ve done this while he was alive. Maybe what matters most is that we’ve gotten it right now.

This was my hair flat ironed about eight months ago after a haircut. Add eight months worth of hair and some ear length layers and you have my hair now.

Every few years or so, I start all over from a fade. I just saw the cutest pic of this sister with about two or three inches of hair. She had a texturizer, but it made me miss my short hair again. I miss the old me, and I don’t know how much of that is tied up in my hair.

I haven’t cut my hair since 2002 and started letting it grow back in 2003. I haven’t cut more than two or three inches at a time since then. If I make it to 2010, that will be about the longest I’ve gone without a major haircut. I’ve done good.

To cut or not to cut, what say you?

…with a bunch of frills in a church house and a plated dinner reception complete with live orchestra or band?

Dragonfly’s comment on “Shaking My Head” led me to this question. Can any married person or single person desiring a church wedding please explain to me the purpose and/or joy of getting married with all the bells and whistles? I’m sincerely trying to make peace with this.

Also, for those familiar with the Bridezilla phenom, what are some ways women can avoid it? I have some ideas, but let me hear from you.