Don't Ruin My Father's Day

I think my friend said it best, "Valentine's Day and Father's day be the most bitter days on Twitter yo." Except this doesn't just take place only on twitter, but everywhere. Stop ruining my Daddy & brother's Father's Day with your bitterness! I got into a debate with someone last year that was offended when I tweeted that people needed to get over it (the fact that their father wasn't there). It wasn't directed to anyone in particular. Yes, it may have been harsh, but we need to stop being sensitive Americans.

*side note* Yes I know I'm mean. It has been told to me very clearly by many people. Now ask me if I care lol. Guess my "meanness" outweighs my "niceness" *shrugs*

Why waste all your years complaining about a man that wasn't present in you life? And then you wanna do it on a day when I'm trying to honor MY father, brother, uncles & male mentors? There has to be at least ONE positive male figure in your life that stepped up when your father didn't.  May have been a grandfather, uncle, step-father, teacher, pastor, and the list goes on. Honor them instead of walking around with this chip on your shoulder for 20+ years of your life.

*side note* And mother's, if your child's father isn't around, find a positive male figure to mentor them. There are some things a woman can't teach a man and vice versa. (Don't get mad at me for speaking the truth. POW!)

I am honored and glad to have both of my parents in my life. And I'm even more privileged to be able to share them with the world! My parents have mothered and fathered kids that will never know their parents. If you don't have a mother or father present, I invite you to come hang out with my family and you can borrow my parents. We have enough love to go around.

And most importantly you have GOD who should be the #1 Father in your life. Turn to him when times get hard or when you feel alone or neglected. He can heal all wounds (created by bitterness) that no XY chromosome carrying male can ever heal.

With all that said, I want to wish a Happy Father's Day to my Daddy, my brother, my uncles, cousins, friends, and all the positive male role models in my life! I thank you for all the advice and love you have given me over the past 25 years of my life.

My Family :)
(minus my niece Saniya & unborn nephew "Rover")

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Georgia Born

Georgia born, Georgia bred and when I die, I'll be Georgia dead!

Decatur, GA has been my home since before I came out the womb. So after 25 years why is this dang pollen just now starting to affect me?!?! Is God punishing me from laughing at all the allergy sufferers? If so, I'm sorry! *in my Mr. Brown voice*

I went to the Atlanta Braves game Sunday with my sister and came home feeling like my head was gonna explode while sitting on my neck. Boy was I mad I didn't take any Wal-zyr before the game.


Now I sit in my bed almost 5 days later, still suffering. Stuffy nose, post nasal drip, coughing, headache and sore throat. Shouldn't I have acquired immunity to the different types of pollen in Georgia since I'm a life long resident? Why doesn't mother nature have some type of law that protects me? 


The Pollen Law states that, "Any person that has lived in a city or state with off the chart pollen counts for 15 consecutive years, shall be immune to any types of allergies from flowers, plants and trees. Said person shall be able to go outside and not end up feeling like death. Any pollen that tries to attack this individual will be washed away by April showers." All in favor of this law say, "yay." All opposed say, "nay." The yays have it. The Pollen Law is now in effect!!! *cheers and applause*


Ok... now that the drugs are talking, let me close me eyes and cough and sniff my little self to sleep. But only after I ingest a little of this vapor rub. Sleep tight fellow allergy sufferers! 


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Scan Me!!!

It really upsets me that people will find every teeny tiny little thing to complain about! Complain about why gas prices are $56393.89 a gallon or why our troops are fighting in a war that we're still trying to figure out why it was started. Stop complaining about Planned Parenthood & learn what it's about besides the fact that they support abortions. And while you're at it, shut up about TSA too! 

I just watched the interview of the parents of the 6 year little girl that was patted down by a TSA agent in New Orleans. (I like the agent was very professional & respectful while doing her job) Those parents need to go home and shut up and be glad those agents are protecting us. And while they're at it, they need to explain to their kids who TSA is, what they do, and why they do it.

People had a problem with the full body scan when it was released. Would you rather every one be searched and scanned or just let people walk through all willy nilly and you end up on a plane with a terrorist? SCAN AND PAT ME!!! I've been to airports overseas where they have soldiers in the rafters with guns pointed and ready to shoot at any given moment. Soldiers walk around, finger on the trigger and ready to attack at the first sign of danger. I guess us spoiled, ungrateful, cry baby Americans would fuss about that if our soldiers did that in the states.  

The minute we have another terrorist attack (God forbid that happen again) someone is going to complain that TSA wasn't doing something right. As the saying goes, "You can't win for losing." Well TSA, you have my support!

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I'm Stepping Forward to _________

be a voice for victims.


I have grown up in a society that looks down on people that step forward and I want that changed. There are so many people that are victims of many crimes, but never say anything out of fear something may happen to them or fear of being ridiculed. I am not afraid!

The past week I have been dealing with a verbal harassment situation. When it first started I was ready to handle this on my own (aka kick her ass), but as the days went on, I began to realize that is not the answer. I will not jeopardize my life & what I have going for me to entertain a complete fool. This person has been harassing people for years and no one has said anything. It's time for someone to speak up before it's too late. And they have messed with the wrong one!

Too often we sit around and joke about these types of issues and do nothing about them so they continue happening. Or we handle it in our own way (aka kicking ass) and the problem only becomes bigger. This can only lead to a person getting more aggressive and more dangerous. It's ok to laugh, but at some point something has to be done.

I am speaking up on behalf of all the other victims in this situation. I am stepping forward to save lives before this gets worse. I am not afraid to call this person out so that my life can be restored to how it was a week ago. Call me what you want, but know that I'll speak for you too if needed. I don't know about you, but God's got my back!

Live.Love.Laugh.Sing.Dance.

From the Heart of the Short One

(Please excuse the few curse words that may present themselves in this blog. Thanks in advance!)
I'm always told how I never open up & share how I feel. Like I mentioned in a previous post, I'm not the type of person that likes to talk about how I feel. I prefer to write & usually stash it somewhere. I thought about stashing it today, but I'm not.

For so many years I've been scared that I'm gonna end up spending my life alone. Alone in a house with Gracie & a bunch of cats. And that's not what I want. I know I'm only 24, but I dream of getting married & having a family. I've met & dated several guys that could have been "the one," only to be left alone. Everything always ends with, "Let's just be friends." Well dammit I DON'T WANNA BE EFFIN FRIENDS!!!!! Shit if I wanted to be friends then I wouldn't have started talking to you from the jump. Ok rant over. Whew that felt good!

And for all you "holy" & extra "holy" folks, I KNOW God is with me when I feel alone. I KNOW that. God is always with me. He's my #1 best friend & he has my back through everything. But I am human. I have blood running through my body. I have the right to want another human to love & have with me until I go on to glory. And that's all I want. I have prayed about. I've been patient. I'll continue to do both.

I am not giving up. Hurt comes along with life and I will learn from it & move on to what's next. When life hands you lemons throw them back until it gives you grapes. They're much tastier :)

Live.Love.Laugh.Sing.Dance.

Countdown: 42 Days

In 42 days, I'll be sailing away from the United States on my 25th birthday cruise to the Bahamas. So much can happen in 42 days. I can sit here & countdown each day has it arrives (which I plan to do), but I can also make the most of those 42 days.

My prayer for most of the year has been that I remain patient & obedient & wait on God to make moves in my life. I can't sit here & tell God what to do. If I do he'll give me the o_O look & I don't like that look! Instead I have to move according to what he wants me to do. In the next 42 days, I am going to continue to ask God what he wants from me. I know what Carol wants, but what Carol wants is not always what God wants.

Watching the sunrise on my cruise in 2008

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Unspoken Wordsll

My elementary school best friend moved faaaaaarrrrr away to Indianapolis when we were in 3rd or 4th grade. There was no free long distance phone plan back then so we had to write letters. When I was younger, I went to a camp in Toccoa, GA & the only communication I had with the outside world was a pen & some paper. With those 2 items I was able to tell my family & friends what life a was like in camp.

Just recently I have been reintroduced to my pen & paper. When my friend got deployed I made up my mind I would be his pen pal (well email pal in this case) so we could stay updated with the happenings on our sides of the world. Earlier this month another friend of mine started army boot camp. I now have a 2nd pen pal!

Being able to write someone can be beneficial for the writer & the reader. In my case, I want to be able to let my friends know that although I can't shoot them a text or have a short 5 minute telephone conversation to say hey; I still think about them. Often times we hear of people getting deployed or going to jail, and they become the poster child of "out of sight, out of mind". I don't want people to feel forgotten. I write to let them know that they are appreciated. I write to put a smile on their faces & let them know they are cared about. This in turn makes me feel good on the inside & smile on the outside.

Letters don't have to be written because that is someones only form of communication. Write a letter to your friend that lives in the state next door or your aunt on the west coast. Let people know you care about them without speaking words. Spoken words can be forgotten. Written words can be looked at all the time. When a person is feeling down, they may read that letter you wrote them 5 years ago that said, "Hey, I was thinking about you & just wanted to let you know."

Live.Love.Laugh.Sing.Dance.