Michigan's DeShawn Sims opens up about family tragedy | freep.com | Detroit Free Press

This story has me seeing red! DeShawn Sims is my son David’s older brother by his father.  I read the quote Petey (that’s his nickname his father gave him) saying that he is the last man standing in his family. That is a bald faced LIE! Petey has had a lot  of challenges growing up and he’s made something out nothing but he is not the last man standing in the family.

David is still here and whether Petey wants to acknowledge him or not he is not going anywhere. I gave birth to David when I was 18 he was Shawn’s fifth child. I knew Shawn had three children but there was one he denied for whatever reason. Shawn was in jail when I had his son and we were not together. I was young scared and on welfare but when I saw this little baby I vowed that I would lay down my life for him.

Adoption of black children

All over the news yesterday was the story of Sandra Bullock adopting a baby boy from New Orleans named Louis. I fell in love with this beautiful little baby looking at the camera as if saying someone wanted me after all. The joy in Sandra's face says it all. I went to the people website and there was a collection of all the famous whom have adopted some children from other countries and some from here. A lot of those children were black. I applaud all those whom adopt and I give a standing ovation for those who adopt black and older children. I've believe in adoption and if the parent is dedicated to that child and their needs it doesn't matter what color the parent is.

 Love comes in all colors and where ever you can find it is great. People have this great debate of how black children adopted by whites will not know their culture. WTH does that mean? When someone adopts you that means that they choose you. Therefore whatever you may need in your life they are willing to provide. Security, love, commitment and a dedication to make sure you are the best person you can be. I'm quite sure every black child that has been adopted by a white person knows who they are. They know the only thing that matters is they are LOVED!! I wish Sandra and Louis a very rich life together. She has shown remarkable strength of character pertaining to her cheating husband. She knows her truth and she is determined to live it.

Panic Attack

Saturday night I had the worse panic attack ever. I was having a conversation with my ex boyfriend. I was trying to get him to tell the truth about him cheating (I found naked pic's of other women in his phone...they weren't forwards). He kept on denying I even saw the pic's and we were going back and forth until I told him I was DONE!

Malcolm X's killer is freed on parole | freep.com | Detroit Free Press

Yesterday Malcolm X’s killer Thomas Hagan was released on parole. For the past eighteen years he has been on a work release program.  Now after serving “44” years he has been allowed complete freedom. I think that is BS.

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When will the Rainbows come?

I feel as if I’m living in a world covered in a deep, consuming fog. I wonder if I could ever go back to being the woman I knew before. She was strong, secure and independent. Now as I look over the landscape of my life I have become needy, insecure and fearful. I look in the mirror and I gasp at the sight I see staring back at me. All this fog in my brain and in my heart. I can’t see clearly anymore, my hands shake with rage and my heart feels as if it may explode in my chest. I’m scared because I know what I am capable of. I’ve got to lift this fog and dance and be happy. I want to know when will the rainbows come?

Aging

I've never been one to lie about my age. Frankly I never even given the idea of aging that much thought. Now that I am in my late thirties the idea has come up. I'm at a point in my life in which not alot surprises me. I've become just a tad bit cynical. I remember a time when words of love and loyalty were spoken I believed them without any doubt. Now I hear those words spoken and I watch the actions behind them. Words mean nothing now. I watch the young and I remember when I was told as a young woman "youth is wasted on the young". I smile because there's no way I would speak those words aloud to any young woman. Youth is not wasted on the young it's lived by the young. Fun, dreams, laughter, dancing and living each day like it may be your last can be done by all. Youth is only wasted when you spend it angry, bitter, and depressed. That's when it becomes a waste, when you do nothing with it.

Michigan becomes 38th state to ban smoking statewide | The Michigan Daily

 

Michigan becomes 38th state to ban smoking statewide | The Michigan Daily

Michigan’s smoking ban will be instated on May 1, 2010. Smoking in restaurants and BARS of all places will be prohibited.  The only place you will be able to smoke is the casino’s.

I’m a smoker I happen to like to smoke. I started smoking when I was 13 trying to fit in and because I thought it made me look older. Now it’s just a habit. I did stop smoking when I was pregnant out of concern for my unborn child but as soon as I delivered it was back to a pack a day.

When I go to the bar I order a drink and light up as I watch the dance floor and chit chat with my girls. None of them smoke but they rarely if ever complain as long as I don’t smoke while we’re eating or in their cars.

I think this law infringes on the rights of smokers everywhere. We are being denied the right to our addiction without any type of rehabilitation.  I am being so serious. Alcoholic's drink…drink…drink then they get in cars and destroy families.  Being an alcoholic even causes people to become dredges on society when they drink to the extent of not being able to go to work therefore not being able to maintain and care for their own families. A lot of times drinking alcohol is just a cover up for  mental illness.

Smoking stinks it leave a smell on your clothes, in your hair and on your body. With a little soap and water that can be rectified. Smoking kills mainly the smoker, I’ve never heard of an actual account of second hand smoke killing someone . If that was the case I would have never reached the age of five (my dad smoked like a chimney).

I don’t want to go to the casino to be able to smoke and drink their over priced drinks. I want to go to the neighborhood bar and order a vodka and cranberry and smoke!

State officials push to commit Nushan Williams, who knowingly spread AIDS, to a mental hospital

 

State officials push to commit Nushan Williams, who knowingly spread AIDS, to a mental hospital

This is why I use condoms. Demons like this walk the earth everyday without our knowledge. I remember when this story first broke and I was appalled then to know the majority if girls he had sex with were young and white. I figured this had something to do with him getting back at “the man”. Whatever his filthy a$$ was thinking he should have killed himself and not subjected any one’s child to the terror of the AIDS virus.  I don’t think he should be placed in a mental hospital because I know he will find some way to infect someone with this death sentence.

We as women have to be on guard against these type of men.  The type that just meet you, want to have sex and get it raw. NO…NO…No… without a condom you gotta go!  I believe not only did Dude choose young, white girls to get back at the proverbial man but also because the majority of them were gullible and based upon that and their youth he used both to his advantage. 

This I know

Tiki Barber a retired football player for the New York Giants has left his pregnant wife for a little chick who's fresh out of college.This story has upset me me in so many ways (never mind that before this story I'd ask Tiki who?). I follow these stories because they fasinate me in a strange way.

I can only speak for myself when I say this but what if things were different? What if we left a man just because we've found someone who is smarter, better in bed, funnier and better looking.
I can understand the need to escape from a boring sex life, crying children, clingy spouses and money issues but damn. It's like men feel as if we are interchangable. What could he have possibly told his wife Ginny? What did she say?  He knows the pain of betrayal because his father left him and his twin brother when they were four. Why would he want to inflict that type of pain on his two sons and the twins yet to be born. Ginny has to deal with this in her own way and I know that stress kills I just hope and pray that she delivers healthy and strong babies.  When I hear of women dating married men I don't pass judgment but I do shake my head because this I know is true... Karma is a Bitch!

The Crybaby

Yesterday my ex-husband dropped the kids off from spending two days with them. He was mad because I refused to pick them up after the first day. I felt like he never gets the kids (maybe once every two months) so hey one more day would'nt hurt. I was standing outside with Cole (my puppy) talking to my neighbor. Crybaby (my ex) unloads the trunk of the car and looks at me with disgust and shouts "I'll see your ass in court" then pulls off. He knew what was good for him had he stuck around for two more seconds I would have blasted off on him. Well maybe not after all the kids were standing right there. I told my neighbor I'd talk later and went in the house with the kids to help them unpack. Then I took a walk with my dog. And I thought about what the  Crybaby had said. "Court" this man has thrown that word around for four years now (since the divorce). I really wish he would go ahead and take me already. I can see it now.

Me and Crohn's

I have Crohn's disease. I hate having Crohn's disease. Rarely do I admit it even to myself. I am in a flare but I don't want to go to the hospital. I hate hospital's. I hate Crohn's. I hate the stomach pains, the feeling as if my insides are being twisted by my worst enemy. I live each day trying to forget I have this disease. I try to forget but I can't not when the pain hits me so hard I fall to the floor. I vomit and there the pain sits deep in my chest not abating as I thought it would. The pain causes me to shout out, fall down, cry, and some days not even get out of bed. I hate pain. How am I to live like this? When I have a flare I think of the days when I'm in remission. Happy, shopping and able to take the kids out to the show.  Remission=Strength. Flare=Weakness.
I try to fight through the pain...I swear I do but sometimes it knocks me right on my ass. I lay there just for a lil while and then slowly I get up. Ready and willing to go another round! Come on put em Crohns you fing weakling! You don't know who your'e messing with. After being abandoned, molested, tossed into various foster homes and being a teen mom all before age eightteen. Do you think you can take me on? Hell No!
I'm gonna fight your ass just like I fought against poverty, rejection and low self esteem! I'm gonna fight you untill  I've whopped you so bad you will stay in remission!