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Before I start I would like to ask…when did 5 year olds become so fashion concious and divas! One day I dressed her, then the next morning she threw a complete coniption because she didn’t like what I picked out for her…she threw herself on the floor crying hysterically because she didn’t like what I had chosen…I mean, look at me, I have good fashion sense..right???
I remember driving down the street about a year ago…I remember the exact light I was at…I was sitting at the light wondering if I would ever be happy in all aspect of my life..I was wondering how that would feel…There was ALWAYS some level of drama in my life…nothing serious, but it was always something I was unhappy with…if it wasn’t this, it was that…the job, finances, relationship…it always seemed that if one was good, something had to suck…My friend told me that that was just how life was…she’s in her late 40’s and she said that she has never had everything align and she wouldn’t even know what to do if it did! I refused to believe that I would have to live my entire life fighting to align everything so that I could be happy. Seriously, we can’t have been put here to strive for something that was impossible! Was this really a rat race and then you die??? I know there has to be some people in this world that are genuinely happy; there had to be people that woke up every morning and thanked God because their life was so great…why were they any different then me, why did they deserve complete happiness and I couldn’t seem to find it? Today…Today…everything balanced and aligned…I realized that I have NEVER in my life experienced pure joy that I experienced today…I cried today because my life is so wonderful…I’m tearing up now as I’m typing just thinking about how abundantly blessed I am…Every person should be allowed to experience this comfort and peace in their heart, even if it’s for one day, cause really, I dont know what tomorrow will be, but today…I was filled to the brim and then it just overflowed! If things misalign tomorrow, that will be okay because I now know it can happen and I know the feeling If I get one day like this per year I will be so grateful…but if I get to stay in this place and continue to feel like this…OMG the possibilties of who I will become are endless…I feel like I can literally jump up and reach the stars and THEN grab one right out of the sky! My life really is effortless…I love living it; there’s nothing hard about it, but for some reason every one keeps thinking that it should be…The wonderful thing is…I still have so much more to experience and so much more life to live!!!
I love my family…we are all so different, yet so much alike. I love them because whenever it’s time to come together…we do it and do it BIG. They are so supportive and just beautiful people…I am so blessed to be one of them.
October 18th, 2008
My son came to me a couple of weeks ago after being at the park w/his boys (it’s funny because my son is such a little moma’s boy and square, it’s weird to hear him say “my boys”) (I ain’t that naive, I know the boy probably curses like a sailor when he’s not around me, but around me he is the most respectful and sweet kid). http://www.fabulousblackwoman.com/monthlyarticle.html read this article about him…It is a bit bias since…I wrote it. Anyways, he was so devastated when he came back because one of his classmates came to the park and she was pregnant. He couldn’t beleive it and talked about it all day. He is so mature because instead of ridiculing her like most people would; he was really sympathetic because he understood just how impossible she had just made her life. She was pregnant by one of his friends that was up at the park and she came to kick it with her boyfriend…. (13 years old going to the 8th grade) He talked to the boy about what he had done and the F’d up decision they had made. My kids just really make this life so much easier…
I wonder how many times you can fall in love with a person…Like can you do it every day? I have joint custody of my daughter because I beleive that it’s important for her to spend equal time with both parents, but it’s getting harder and harder the older she gets. There are moments in time that I can’t get back that would be so much better if she were there…There are lessons and experiences missed that are lost forever. Like times when I see something on T.V. that I think she should see or if we are at a family gathering and all of the other girls are there putting on a fashion show or talent show and she misses out…There are just somethings a girl needs to experience with her mother. There’s just moments that a mother really is all a daughter needs because I am the person she will model herself after and look to MOST for her womanhood…I miss her so much that on the days it’s time for me to pick her up I count down the hours before I reach daycare…Each and every time I see her I fall in love with her again; I get the same feeling I got when I saw her for the first time…I love you so much Khyli…Thanks for completing my life. Every moment spent with you is cherished. I am sooo proud to be your mother and no matter how old you are you will always be my lil princess; sometime it scares me how much you are like me; seriously does everything have to be so dramatic??? How about your smart mouth, must you always be so sarcastic??? Of course you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be you. But thtat’s not the only thing of me I see in you….I see your leadership and your intelligence; I see your compassion for others as well as your deep love for your family. Oh, the psychic told me somethings about you and she gave me something for you too…I’ll bring it when I pick you up today…Love you baby.
October 16th, 2008
I was sitting talking to my son the other day and he told me that he doesn’t want me to get married again or if I did decide to, he wanted it to be once he is out of the house. I understand that step families aren’t always easy to be in…I was in TWO step families after both my parents remarried and the difference was like night and day…when I was with my mother and her husband, it was terrible, and when I was with my father and his wife, I loved it! The situation with my stepfather & mother was so “bad” for the lack of a better word, that it impacted my views of motherhood and the importance of having a strong relationship with my kids, and why I adore my kids so much and they are the center of my world.
I am very protective of my kids’ feelings…especially my son’s because he’s experienced so much in life and I am his only comfort…My last marriage really took a toll on him emotinoally and there’s nothing in the world worth him having to go through anything like that again…Although nothing drastic happened, just going through a divorce and losing a father for the second time, even if it was a stepfather, was really hard for him…
Although he is by NO MEANS in danger of me getting married again, especially no time soon as I’m not sure that’s something I will ever do again, not because I had a bad experience, but because I know a piece of paper isn’t what makes me committed…But I do look forward to being in a meaningful relationship that I can include my children in one day. ..I told him that there are A LOT of things I will sacrafice I told him that I though it was pretty selfish of him to expect for me to be single for 4 MORE years (by the time he is 18, it will be 8 years) I tried to explain to him that one day it may not be just the three of us and that it is possible that another man will be in our home..He said he wished I would just wait until he goes away to college because he loves me so much, he didn’t know what he would do if someone ever disrespected me or hurt me…What do you say behind that? I tried to explain to him that I would never be with someone that disrespected me and that I can take care of myself, but I could see he wasn’t buying it cause really, you can’t gurantee that another person will never say something disrespectful…or maybe my son will think it’s disrespectful and I don’t…I can really see the possible “issues” this may cause…so how much do you sacrafice for your children…One of the women I went to DC with has been single for 19 years because she hasn’t met anyone that “fit” with her son. she said under NO circumstances was she willing to compromise when it came to him…Is anyone worth the trouble, I mean her son will be gone in one year and she will probably still be single long after he’s gone and will probably become lonely shortly thereafter…how hard do you fight to keep a relationship with a man that comes between your relationship with your child? Do you just hope that with time it gets better? Do you even consider your child, as “they don’t know any better” Do you sacrafice completely for your child because it’s our duty as parents? I know too well the pains of a blended family and honestly, I was traumatized by mines…Some of my issues stem from what I went through being in a step family…I also experienced what a functional blended family was like as well and I remember havnig some of the best times of my life with them…Fortunately, these aren’t issues that I need to address in the immediate future…That’s one of those bridges I will cross when/if I get to it.
October 13th, 2008
My grandparents got married really young. My grandmother was 13 and I think my grandfather was 17 or 18; they had 9 kids. From my understanding from the bits and pieces I’ve heard over the years, they had a very “wild” relationship filled with fighting, cheating, and drinking. I wouldn’t think they had any good times, but they had to have had atleast 9 decent nights or days depending on how they liked it (ugh..I know I was wrong for that, but I was thinking it and blogging is writing your thought…lol). After 20 something years, they split because, as my grandmother tells it, their oldest daughter finally convinced them to. My grandmother said my grandfather left her with 8 kids (one died as a toddler) and no money. Even today when she talks about him, she sounds bitter…she’s in her late 70’s and he is in his early 80’s…
From what I now understand…My grandfather genuinely wanted to have a close relationship with his kids, but their differences wouldn’t let him, but the kids did have somewhat of a relationship and they kept in touch with him and he did the same, even after he moved out of state…some of the kids would stay full summers with him and he would come here to visit them from time to time.
I don’t know how my grandmother’s life was and I can’t even imagine moving your kids and several brothers and sisters (my great-grandmother had about 16 kids) from the South to Michigan while she was a child herself…She faced many years of financial hardship, emotional and mental obstacles, which probably heightened after being left with 8 kids and not knowing how the hell you would raise them…4 boys and 4 girls…I have one of each and I sometimes don’t know how the hell I am going to get through.
Fortunately, my grandmother met a man…the only man I knew as my grandfather…They were together for almost 30 years before he died from a car accident, that my grandmother was in as well…that was about 15 years ago…and my grandmother has happily been by herself every since. Over the years, my aunts and uncles have taken trips to see my grandfather, (sometimes my grandmother would accompany them), some times they would visit him a few times a year and from what I understand, he visited here several times as well, but I guess I was too young to remember…I only remember seeing him 2-3 times.
A couple of months ago my aunts went to visit my grandfather and his health had detriorated since their last visit, so they decided to bring him back to Michigan to be closer to his family. He was brought to a hospital/adult care facility where he had round the clock care and his family could visit…(my grandmother said she was jealous because of all the fuss they were making over him ~ I think she was joking though). Not too long after arriving, his health improved drastically, until he was back to his old self. He got well enough to move in with my aunt..then all of a sudden…his health deteriorated again and he ended up on life support about a week or so ago…he had a seizure, pnemonia, cancer, and a stroke…I know right…
The doctor’s gave the family options of treatments and care, one of which was surgery, with no guarantees…When they talked to my grandmother about this, she was adamant about him NOT getting surgery, and all of a sudden she had an interest in his care and she genuinely seemed to care about him…Although for my entire life, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say one good thing about this man…See my grandmother still has a say because they were never divorced, they were separated for about 4 decades, but no one ever filed for divorce; she was still his wife and he her husband, although they both lived many many years with other mates (both there significant others passed)…No one expected for my grandfather to file fo a divorce because he never denied loving my grandmother…he constantly flirted with her and every chance he got, he asked her to tak him back…even tried to “holla” at her when they moved him back here…after 50 years…he was still trying.. But, when encouraged to divorce him, my grandmother wouldn’t…she had her own reasons, I think that somewhere deep down inside there was still a connection she was unready to let go of…I’m going to call the connection LOVE…
Today my mother was at the hospital with her father when he began to wake up…She called out my grandmother’s name (jokingly, because my grandmother wasn’t even there), and she said he opened his eyes and they were lit up like a christmas tree…isn’t that something…just her name brought life to a lifeless person…He even tried to talk, he’s getting some of the tubes taken out tomorrow, although his prognosis still isn’t great, his conditioned has improved. When my mother called to tell my grandmother about it…she could tell she was genuinely touched…We both think she still loves him, but pride, hurt and the unwillingness to forgive has stood in the way…but it still didn’t make the LOVE disappear…it is still as present and clear as it was when they were married…I don’t care what you do…LOVE is something no one has control over…Even when you don’t want to love a person, you do because love is something that is not in YOUR hands…TRUE love transcends time, circumstances, and it’s not perfect and doesn’t always come in a neat little package labeled “fragile, do not break”.
When my grandfather walked out for the last time, his youngest child was in pampers (well, diapers, I don’t think pampers was out yet…lol. if they were I know they couldn’t afford them). He is now…I think 47 or 48is…Almost 50 years…Even though the marriage and relationship was imperfect…the love wasn’t…it was PERFECT because that’s the only way love can be and anyone who has the chance to experience it…know that you are blessed beyond measure…
I think that love is within us, it’s always present and always ready to be shared and there’s a few special persons that can tap into it…even when you don’t want them too…it’s FOR THEM and again, not up to YOU…(You may let others get a glimpse of it, but not everyone can tap into it) Even if that person leaves, or God forbids, dies…that love doesn’t just disappear, but continuous to live in you. I sometimes can just think about a person and feel so overwhelmed with love, just like they are sitting in front of me…You don’t just remember a person you love, you FEEL them.
LOVE IS THE GREATEST EMOTION and emotions rule the world
~ Eddie
October 9th, 2008
Last night my son and I went to a Gospel Comedy Show. On our way there; he asked me if I was a Chrisitan; I am assuming he asked because we don’t go to church anymore…I have struggled with religion my entire adult life. The struggle had been so great at times; that I would have praying sessions that lasted hours; days; weeks; at a time trying to seek out my place in the Christian world.
I wasn’t raised in the church; my parents would put us on the church bus every Sunday morning; while they stayed home and…hmmm…I don’t know what they did, but now that I’m 30 something with kids; I can imagine what they did. This didn’t last very long and I later found out that we stopped going because the pastor had either molested or gotten one of the girls pregnant in the congregation. So, from the time I was about 8 until I was an adult, I didn’t have much of an experience with Church or an understanding of Christianity; all I really knew that Christianity meant good and non-Chrisitanity meant bad. So as an adult, I took it upon myself to go to church; partly because I was somewhat ashamed that I was so ignorant about Chrisitanity and Church and partly because I was under the impression that you had to be Christian to live a good life and I wanted to live a good life.
When I was about 23 I joined church and went faithfully 2-3 times a week; I tithed; read my Bible and began to participate in the Church. It didn’t take long before I noticed the Politics in church; the cliqueness; the UnChristian like ways of much of the congregation, so my 2-3 days soon dwindled; then eventually stopped all together. I started to seek out other churches to visit and from time to time, I visited a different church, but never really felt at home at any of them. Eventually, I stopped seeking all together and became somewhat content with not going to church or not being a Christian.
Then one day I woke up and realized that my light was dimming. Soon, I felt as if I was living in complete darkness, and the only solution for me was to go to church to seek a relationship with the ONLY one that could help me. I talked to my cousin, which was the ONLY person in my family that went to church religiously and asked her about her church. She went on and on about how much she loved it, so I visited it and instantly fell in love as well. I was now back on track and feeling a lot better. After only a few visits, I decided to join and I began new member classes to learn the fundamentals.
Not long after joining the church, enrolled in a Christian college so that I could learn as much as possible. I quickly realized I had a lot of catching up to do. Almost every person in my class had been raised in church; their parents were leaders of a church; they were assistant pastors; or someone “important” in the church; they were all devout Christians that surpassed me by leaps and bounds, but I was there to learn and I knew that with so many Christians; I would leave with an abundance of knowledge; as well as a much stronger faith! Boy, was I wrong…There were too many versions of the Bible; too many opinions on the interpretations of scripture; too many questions about what was absolute and what was probable…I was more confused than when I started my journey to Christianity…I began to have doubts and question everything…Whenever the Pastor would preach; I would pick apart his entire sermon and find flaws or contradictions; I would keep leaving the church feeling robbed or empty…
One day I was talking to a student in the class about my struggle; and he said that he had learned about this African Religion; Yoruba and it was really interesting and that I should check it out…I was not really interested because my mission was to seek God and Christianity, but one thing that he said did stick out…He said, Eddie you do realize that before our ancestors were taken from Africa, they had no idea what Chrisitanity was; we had our own religions, maybe Christianity isn’t right for you…I was offended because it was almost as if he was saying my heart wasn’t good enough to be a Christian or something. Then maybe a year later, I was in a tiny book store; I wasn’t even there to buy a book, but to conduct a meeting with the owner, when I saw a book on Yoruba…I was drawn to it; I opened it and flipped through a couple of pages and put it down because I wanted to remain dedicated to being the best Christian I could and I was focused on becoming filled with the Holy Spirit and living my life Christ-like. Then during my most devoted hour; when I was at my peak; I was doing EVERYTHING right; no partying; drinking; fornication; lying…etc; I was going to Bible study; spreading the word; going to church and school to seek knowlege…my absolute DARKEST hour hit me and knocked the wind out of me and the Pastor wasn’t there; I reached out to him for help, and he wasn’t there…I tried to continue to attend because I wasn’t there for the Pastor, but for my salvation, but each week it was harder and harder to look at him, let alone believe in his words; when I felt as if he abandonded me; so I quit going.
I continued to seek understanding and I tried everyday to continue on my path to growing in Christianity…Then out of the blue I get an invitation to join this group on Black Planet about the African Religion Yoruba…I had recalled the guy in class talking about it, so I joined the group. I didn’t partcipate much because it was very confusing…I had no idea what the words meant, let alone the message the members were trying to convey, but the little I could understand peaked my intereste…About 6 months later, I got another invitation to another Yoruba group, but this was more like a myspace site, but all of the members practiced the religion, I asked questions and got answers, but I was still pretty confused, so I soon stopped going to my page.
Then one day, I’m sitting at home meditating and I just get filled with emotion and I start crying and praying…I can feel the prayer pouring from my heart; I am not even in control of the prayer…the words are just coming out of my mouth…I am praying for closeness with God; guidance; clarity; to end my religious struggle; end my battle with Good vs. Evil. As quickly as the emotions filled me; they left and I was fine…Kind of like my prayer was answered and the burden lifted.
The next day; the psychic called me and asked me if I wanted to see her…to make a long story short, I tried to reach her over a year earlier, but we played phone tag…I hadn’t tried to reach her since, but I had been searching for her business card; she said that for some reason she came across my message I sent her with my phone number; She didn’t realize how old the message was, so she called me. The next day I went to see her and the first thing she says is…I know you…I know I know you from somewhere (now mind you she is a 60 year old Cuban lady that has such a thick accent, I would definately remember her). So, I tell her that I doub if she knows me and she say, I do, I am never wrong about things like this…I just brush it off because I think, okay, she is tripping. Then the next thing she says is…You are seeking knowlege; you aren’t here for a reading; You have been struggling with your religion and spirituality and you are seeking help with this…Tears instantly start to fill my eyes, but I don’t say anything…I don’t reveal ANYTHING about my past or my religious background to her. She tells me that my Guardian (kind of like a guardian Angel), who is an African tribesman; from Nigeria, is my ancestor and was brough to America on a slave ship; she said that he lost his life because he would not convert to Christianity and continued to believe in and practice YORUBA. She said that he has been trying to guide me to the religion and trying to guide me away from Christianity, which is why I constantly struggle with it so deeply and painfully…now tears are just streaming down my face because I am both relieved yet scared to death (I had just prayed the night before to be delivered from this struggle)….She then tells me that her ancestors are also from the African Tribe that practices Yoruba and that we are both “mediums/psychics”, which is why she felt so close to me and why she felt as if she knows me. Suddenly tears start to fill her eyes, but I don’t know why, but she keeps telling me that my struggle is over; the answer is right in front of me…She then starts to talk to more about the religion and I start to feel more at home…
I’m so afraid to NOT call myself a Christian…Although I wasn’t raised in the Church, I have been taught my entire life that the only way is through Christianity…Would I be turning my back or am I being guided toward…I really don’t know, but wherever I go, it will be because I followed my heart and not because I followed some societal norm…
I still go sit with the psychic just to kick it becasue she is cool as hell and we are so much alike it’s not even funny…I never thought I would have so much in common with a 60 year old Cuban woman…lol. We do talk some about the religion, but mostly we talk about life.She gives me readings sometimes too…FOR FREE…She thinks that I may be a priestest one day (which is techincally what she is…she does NOT like to be called a psychic) Who knows…i guess anything is possible.
October 5th, 2008
On August 31st…my life ends and then on September 1st…I get a new one…So many things have gone on since my last blog; I know it’s time to start anew, I know there are some things and some people that I have to let go; there are some habits that I have to drop; some ones I need to pick up; some traits I need to change and come September 1st I will be new. I really don’t even know where to start, but I know I will be transformed…I am SOOOOO grateful that I have two wonderful children that keep me moving forward and their smiles remind me just what I am here for…My eyes have been THRUST wide open this last month and I’ve seen things and people, that I’ve known my entire life, turn into people and do things that I wouldn’t have ever imagined possible. I am just so thankful that He kept me so close; guided me through my life and carried me through my times of despair…Thanks for allowing me to keep my sanity when really…I probably shouldn’t even have it.
The strangest thing happened to me Tuesday…I had a psychic call me because she thought I had been trying to get in touch with her…I told her I left her a message over a year ago, and she said, Oh that’s odd I thought you have been contacting me, So I set up an appointment anyways, just for the fun of it. I went to see her Wednesday. She told me some things that gave me confirmations of what I already thought; She gave me some insight on my psychicness (I know it ain’t no word so shut up!). She’s actually the 4th one that’s told me that I do have abilities…She also answered a question that has literally followed me and haunted me my entire adulthood life and I felt so liberated; new and I felt as if that one last piece of me that I didn’t quite understand was finally revealed. She also told me some thing that F’d me up and that I refuse to believe and I ain’t going no further with that one…She did give me some information that proved to me that she was real…she talked about my plans for this week; she talked about my kids and other things she really wouldn’t know…After talking w/her for 2 hours she only charged me for 30 minutes and told me that I can come and learn and talk to her for free whenever I wanted to because there was some thing “special” about me…I told yall I was special…I knowed it all along (I know that ain’t proper English…so shut up!)
My son came to me a couple of weeks ago after being at the park w/his boys (it’s funny because my son is such a little moma’s boy and square, it’s weird to hear him say “my boys”) (I ain’t that naive, I know the boy probably curses like a sailor when he’s not around me, but around me he is the most respectful and sweet kid). http://www.fabulousblackwoman.com/monthlyarticle.html read this article about him…It is a bit bias since…I wrote it. Anyways, he was so devastated when he came back because one of his classmates came to the park and she was pregnant. He couldn’t beleive it and talked about it all day. He is so mature because instead of ridiculing her like most people would; he was really sympathetic because he understood just how impossible she had just made her life. She was pregnant by one of his friends that was up at the park and she came to kick it with her boyfriend…. (13 years old going to the 8th grade) He talked to the boy about what he had done and the F’d up decision they had made. My kids just really make this life so much easier…
I wonder how many times you can fall in love with a person…Like can you do it every day? I have joint custody of my daughter because I beleive that it’s important for her to spend equal time with both parents, but it’s getting harder and harder the older she gets. There are moments in time that I can’t get back that would be so much better if she were there…There are lessons and experiences missed that are lost forever. Like times when I see something on T.V. that I think she should see or if we are at a family gathering and all of the other girls are there putting on a fashion show or talent show and she misses out…There are just somethings a girl needs to experience with her mother. There’s just moments that a mother really is all a daughter needs because I am the person she will model herself after and look to MOST for her womanhood…I miss her so much that on the days it’s time for me to pick her up I count down the hours before I reach daycare…Each and every time I see her I fall in love with her again; I get the same feeling I got when I saw her for the first time…I love you so much Khyli…Thanks for completing my life. Every moment spent with you is cherished. I am sooo proud to be your mother and no matter how old you are you will always be my lil princess; sometime it scares me how much you are like me; seriously does everything have to be so dramatic??? How about your smart mouth, must you always be so sarcastic??? Of course you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be you. But thtat’s not the only thing of me I see in you….I see your leadership and your intelligence; I see your compassion for others as well as your deep love for your family. Oh, the psychic told me somethings about you and she gave me something for you too…I’ll bring it when I pick you up today…Love you baby.
September 1st, 2008
I have the right to ask for what I want
I have the right to say “no” to request or demands I cannot meet
or do not want to meet.
I have right to express all of my feelings, positive or negative.
I have the right to change my mind.
I have the right to make mistakes and not to have to be perfect.
I have the right to say “no” to anything when I feel I am not ready,
it is unsafe, or it violates my values.
I have the right to determine my own priorities.
I have the right not to be responsible for others’ behavior, actions,
feeling, or problems.
I have the right to expect honesty from others.
I have the right to be angry at someone I love.
I have the right to be uniquely myself.
I have the right to feel scared and say “I’m afraid.”
I have the right to say, “I don’t know”.
I have the right not to give excuses or reasons for my behavior.
I have a right to make decisions based on my feelings.
I have the right to my own needs for personal space and time.
I have the right to be playful and frivolous.
I have the right to be h healthier than those around me.
I have the right to be in a non abusive environment.
I have the right to make friends and be comfortable around people.
I have the right to change and grow.
I have the right to have my needs and wants respected by others.
I have the right to be treated with dignity and respect.
I have the right to be happy
July 9th, 2008
Yesterday was the first official celebration of this new holiday; and for the most part, it went really well; but some people weren’t completely clear on how this holiday is SUPPOSE to be celebrated; so here we go…Oh, by the way, it has been determined that this holiday will actually be celebrated WEEKLY, so I guess instead of a holiday, it will just be a day of the week. It has been determined that it will be SQUEEZED in between Friday and Saturday, which makes the week a little longer and A LOT more fun…for ME
First of all; the holiday is called: Be really NICE to Eddie; Do WHATEVER she wants; and GIVE her EVERTHING she asks for DAY!!! Isn’t that GREAT!!!….
Okay now let’s get to the rules, ’cause some people just totally messed the day up yesterday, so in order to avoid this in the future; I better be really specific on what it entails. I do however recognize that some people and religions do not celebrate holidays; but don’t worry, because as I said before; this day has been declared a new day of the week, so you all can still participate! Isn’t that wonderful?….
Rule 1….
Eddie is a really nice girl, so be really nice to her; even if you are a complete jerk to EVERYBODY else, you MUST be really nice to her. I know that other people may have pissed you off, but this does not justify you not being really nice to Eddie. Besides, the consequences will be a lot worse then just going along and being nice…..
Rule 2….
Eddie doesn’t really ask much because she is independent and proud; she also finds liberation in new accomplishments; BUT, if she asks you to do something; regardless of what it is, YOU MUST DO IT…no questions asked and no back talk, unless you want your lips smacked with a good stiff backhand lol. (Just keep in mind, most of the tasks she ask will be reasonable; Although…there will be some unreasonable ones, but it’s up to you to find a way to make them happen for her by any means necessary)….
Rule 3….
Again, Eddie isn’t a very needy girl at all. Her life is so abundant and enriched with beautiful people and she really doesn’t need or want for much, BUT, if she asks you to provide her with something…ANYTHING, you need to give it to her; doesn’t matter what it is, you MUST hand it over! I know it may be your last; or you may even be saving it for someone else; but as Rule 3 states…it doesn’t matter WHAT it is; you must hand it over. She is compassionate and sometimes she may NOT even take your prized possessions, but sometimes she will, so just be prepared to depart with EVERYTHING you own once a week!….
That’s it…ONLY 3 simple rules! All you need to do is commit them to memory and obey! Thanks so much in making the first Be really NICE to Eddie; Do WHATEVER she wants; and GIVE her EVERTHING she asks for DAY so great for me…
Every one of us DESERVE a day like this, but chances are; unless you are paying these people; this day is only a fantasy for you. Well, if what you get… you want, bless or appreciate it, then you will get EVERYTHING you WANT…AND, if you are nice to others and don’t let their “bad days” disrupt your spirit; then that’s kind of like them being nice to you (uh, this one is a stretch, I know) Anyhow…ENJOY!
July 9th, 2008
e-mail from my customer
Well, I thought it was funny that the very day that I made up my mind to give up on something (school), is the vey day your products were delivered to my front door. I opened the box and the 1st item I picked up was the moisturizing growth spray. After reading it (and you know what it says)…I got to work and turned in an assignment that was late (due the day prior). I missed the due date because I was done…I was through with school!! So, thanks to your inspiring message…I’m back in the game!! I’m only going to lose 1 (that’s o-n-e) point for lateness!! As, a matter of fact, that’s why I’m up late now…playing catch up. I was also a teen mother (had my daughter at 16) and I believe I read the same about you (if I’m not mistaking), so your words/message really meant something. Many THANKS to you. Now, all you have to do is take your business to the top and make it to Oprah so I can come on the show and tell everyone how you encoraged me to get back on track when I was about to throw in the towel…LOL! Much success to you.
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Today has been so wonderful! I am doing a workshop with approximately 100 girls today (the company that I’m doing the workshop for purchased 1 set of my products for EVERY girl)…I got this e-mail that literally made me cry (and I ain’t no crying type person), I had a total stranger write me a business plan so that I can grow and get the best out of my business…Another person loves my products so much, she is pushing it in the salons in Miami and I have another radio interview to do tonight… It’s only 3:30., I gotta alotta day left…Imma make the best out of it and EVERY DAY! Thanks God…I am so grateful in the way you work everything out for me. Thanks for my spirit and allowing me to overlook the naysayers and doubters and stay positive regardless of what I’m going through. Thanks for keeping me focused and motivated when there are so many distractions in the world. Thanks for letting me understand your plan for me and allowing me the tools to fulfill that plan.
July 4th, 2008
At some point, couples in every romantic relationship have “the talk” where they spill the beans on their pasts. It’s a chance to come clean and get all the skeletons out of the closet. But how much information is truly necessary? How much truth is too much? For instance does a woman have to be completely honest about every romantic relationship she’s been in???
May 9th, 2008
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