Too many days…

this is the thought that runs through my head.

Every day at work

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The Relays

I’m finally attending Penn Relays. Thank you to the folks who gave me tickets. Thank you to the Good Lord above for food weather (hey, it’s not raining like it’s been all the other days), and thank me for getting my errands done early this morning and having the rest of the day free 🙂

Penn Relays

The Lemons part two

hope you’re still sitting down… part 2 of The Lemons

wholetimethough

WAIT. DID YOU READ PART ONE OF “the lemons”? If not, you should .

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Taraji: How the FUCK you just come out here alive and then turn around and walk back in

Prince: Its simple. Watch.

*Prince slowly does a 180 and strolls back into the house*

Jay: I think Ava is having a heart attack

Ava: No I-I ju-I-Im ju-I

Ava: I was cumming I’m sorry

Taraji: Just…

*She darts her eyes at Bey*

Taraji: Bitch, explain

Bey: Beg your pardon

Taraji: I’m sorry

Taraji: Bitch, please explain

Mama T: Please

Bey: That’s for him to explain

Taraji: Well Queen of Dragging Me Into Bullshit, may I follow him into the house?

Bey: He lives in the underground complex, so good luck finding him

Solo: What’s going on? What if TMZ or somebody gets a picture of this?

Jay: They stopped trying to get past the komodo dragons years…

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Unload our burdens

I was just talking to a friend on facebook on a post she wrote about how she realized she’s been a selfish wife, mother and step-mother, but how glad and free is feels now that she has acknowledged this. I told her:

“Unloading our burdens, even if they’re ones we created ourselves is what He’s here for”

Immediately, I remembered a few years ago, well more than a few more like 10 years ago, when I was sitting at home and watching a documentary called New York Doll, about former rocker Arthur Kane, and how he became a Mormon. I remember one of the last scenes of the film, which is a cut to of a scripture that said

“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

I sat there and cried. I’m not sure if I cried because just a few months before I had found out about a heart condition I had, that would make it very tough, not quite impossible, but would make me need to take precautions if I ever wanted to become pregnant and carry a child of my own. All I know is that I felt a sudden overwhelming urge to give every burden I was carrying at that time to the Lord and ask him to release me from them. I hurt and I ached for the loss of kids I didn’t even have yet, and at the same time felt a sweet relief when I cried out, because I felt in that moment that he truly understood this pain that no one knew.

Anyway, I don’t even know why I shared that, or how it fits in with what I initially started talking about, but I do know the sweet relief that comes when we give our burdens over to the Lord, even if they are burdens we created ourselves, due to mistakes, sin, bad judgement or the like. He will take our burdens and carry them for us.

The rest of that scripture and the promise it contains is my sweet relief.

28 ¶Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. (Matthew 11:28-30)

Thank them genes for them jeans

I did a little volunteering today and taught a class of teenagers about budgeting and the basics of the banking and financial system, and just my luck (not really) there was one kid, a boy who just had to show how funny and clever he was to the rest of the class. Every time I asked what they wanted to do with the money they were going to be earning this summer from jobs, his response was “buy you a ring”. Now in my head, my thoughts were:

“Lil boy, please. You wouldn’t know the first thing about handling me”

“I’m old enough to be ya mama”

“Ugh. This is why I dislike working with boys of this age.”

“For real son? I mean seriously, for real son – you think so?”

The other thoughts I had were, this is why I shouldn’t wear jeans when I do these things, I look younger than what I am and kids are dumb.I don’t know if this is odd, ironic or whatever, but I tend to get young bucks or old men hitting on me. As if they can’t tell my age or maybe they just don’t care.

But the real thought after the workshop today was ‘thank you mama for the genes that make these jeans look good’.