Month: March 2014

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My Single Moms Club Cree’s Blog Entry

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If you know me.. you know that I absolutely love and admire Tyler Perry. When it comes to his movies and plays he speaks my language. Even though this movie doesn’t come out until Friday March 14, 2014. I have a lot to say about being a single mom raising Neishia. Which leads me to this post about The Single Moms Club. 

I moved into a upstairs 2 family flat, with my best friend living under me. She had 3 kids, and I had Neishia. I didn’t have a car, but my friend did. When she wanted to go grocery shopping without the kids, I would watch them for her, and there were times when we packed up the kids and went together. When Neishia started Preschool, I worked MIDNIGHTS so that when she came home from school she ate dinner, did chores, and did her homework . It was an everyday schedule that we had. 

I loved going to the movies. We would get dressed on Saturday morning, and catch the bus to the mall to shop and see a movie. I remember the day I taught her that whenever you go to the movies, you cant talk. I explained to her that when the lights are off, people want to see and hear the movie, and that it was rude to talk. I told her that I would get her anything she wanted to drink and snack on, and if she had to use the bathroom or ask me a question, she had to whisper in my ear. She caught on real quick, I never had to take her out of the movies for boredom or whining. She enjoyed the movies just as much as I did. LOL Once I realized that she got it.. we went to the movies EVERY, EVERY, EVERY, EVERY, EVERY single weekend. 

When she started going to school all day, I quit my midnight job and started working at her school. I wanted to know the teachers, the administrators, and the students. I was on every board you name. Education is very important to me, and I made sure that she was getting the best of it. By me working at the school, I got her in the habit of going everyday, so that when it was necessary for her/me to stay home, she would “feel some kinda way” about missing a day. Boy did that work *more on that later*.
By the time she started 5th grade. I had moved into a 4 family flat apartment, which I LOVED. I quit working at the school, and started a full time 9-5 job as a Cosmetics Coordinator. That was perfect for us, my downstairs neighbor or her mom who lived directly down the street from us, would walk with the kids home everyday. Not long after that I would come home, make dinner, help her with her homework and after wards we would spend the rest of the evening together. Born on the same day… we were/are very close. 

I LOVED the people who I shared a 4 family flat with. Across the hall from me * we lived down stairs* was an older lady who worked with me at the school before I left and her grown son Lamar. Upstairs was my gurl Yvette * Kim* and across from her was Loraine. Once the landlord fixed up the downstairs apartment a lady name Sonya moved in. We all built a bond so close, it was unreal. I was at the stage in my life where I loved to go to clubs, cabarets, and to see the male dancers. With the village of women that I had in my own building, I never not once had to sit out a function because I didn’t have a baby sitter. I went out 4-5 times a week for years, got up for work the next morning, got my baby off to school, help with homework, had my male company over, cleaned up, AND cooked. I was in my 20’s and I was doing it all. LOL 

There were often days, when we would leave our doors open in the inside of the OUTSIDE door, so that when one of us had to run a quick errand and the older kids didn’t want to come down, I could just call up the stairs to check on them. While the smaller children came down. This is how we took care of our business. You cant possibly take your kids to everything you had to do. Especially when it came to taking care of business. I remember when we had a terrible ice storm. My apartment had an electric stove, but up stairs were gas stoves. Me and Neishia had to spend nights up stairs and make dinner with them because our apartment was too cold. We played cards all day, something we did everyday anyway. Those were the best times to come together. 

There were times when we all went out together, all of us in the building. I would call my baby sister over and she would watch all of our kids, she got paid lots of money for those times. I can’t even count on my fingers how many times we had to come together and make dinner. All of us loved to cook. Only one of us had a car, so we made dinner every day for our kids. When money was low, we couldn’t make it to the grocery store, or when we didn’t have any thing to cook. Somebody in the building had some food. None of us were prideful, we stuck together. We would all get together in one apartment and have dinner together. They use to love my fried chicken and collard greens. Ooo weeee, we had some great times in that building. 

When it came to dating, I never wanted Nesha to meet any of the guys unless I was really liking them or spending a lot of time with them. That was something I took very serious. I even dated her teacher for several years. I wouldn’t dare let her see him. LOL I dated about 4 Police Officers, but nothing serious. Looking back on them…. several were possessive…… but FIONE AS WINE.. UM UM UM Baaaaaaby!!! 

I moved out of the apartment building and into a 2 bedroom house. By this time Nesha was in Jr High. She started 2 years of High School in this house, then I moved around the corner to a 4 bedroom house… which I loved even more than the 2 bedroom. She graduated from High School there, went to college for 4 years… and NOW making more money than she ever thought possible. I’m proud of the village that help to raise her. I keep in touch with them all on FB. As a matter of fact all of our kids are grown and doing VERY WELL. 

I feel bad for the kids growing up these day, many parents just don’t want to get involved with other people children. Its way more dangerous now too, because they have Internet, our kids didn’t have that until they got last year into high school. This is why I must see this movie this weekend. Its going to bring back so many memories of how I raised my daughter as a Single Parent. My hope is that after seeing this movie that more single parents would join together and help each other out, this way they can be parents, be friends, and have fun. 

Be Blessed 

Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
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Good Thoughts And Actions……………………..Crees Blog Entry

After feeling down in my last blog… just before bed…. I get this below. I shall sleep well. Thank you Lord.

Today, Lacrease, we believe God wants you to know that …

good thoughts and actions always produce good results, sometimes in unusual ways.

You just focus on doing what you can, and leave the results up to God.

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Crees Blog Entry

Every time I look out of my apartment window.. I get so angry not seeing my T&C parked in the lot. I am very angry today.
 
 
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
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Always Ask Questions To Get Your Answers………………… * My Story* Crees Blog Entry

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Mon March 3, 2014 .. I called the Police Recovery Station to find out if my van was recovered, when I was told by the Officer that she didn’t see it in the computer she told me to go back to the station where I filed it at, and to take my report with me to find out what happened.
 
 
I was heated when I was told to go back to the station. First of all, when I went the first time the Officers were terrible. If the Leaders of the city are like this… imagine the citizens. I have never in my life seen a bunch of NON MOTIVATED people in my life.
 
 
I got to the police station and this older, “get with you” kinda thick older black man was at the medal detector booth.. looking at his phone texting somebody.. NEVER LOOKED UP AT ME.. hollering real loud… MAY I HELP YOU.. MAY I HELP YOU?.. SO, I said yesss, I came down here last Tuesday and filled out a report for my Van being missing.. I did it the same day it was stolen, received THIS paper and was told to call to check up on the van. I said well I called this morning, and the lady on the phone told me that there is no report under these numbers I was given. She told me that I would have to go back to where I got the report and talk to them. He said well let me see the paper. I gave it to him, and he said okay let me go to the computer to check it.
 
 
He checked it and said in a real LOUD mean voice……. “I DONT SEE WHY SHE TOLD YOU THAT, CAUSE IM LOOKING AT IT RIGHT NOW”.. WHO DID YOU TALK TO MAAM???????? I looked at him, because he was screaming. I said I TALK TO AN OFFICER….. THE PEOPLE WHO ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!!!!!!! He said what’s her name. I SAID I DONT KNOW THE OFFICER NAME WHO ANSWERED THE PHONE. Then as he was looking at it, the way he was staring at the screen, you can tell he was looking at a mistake or something. Being the reason why the OFFICER I spoke with on the phone couldn’t see it in the system. HE KNEW IT.. BUT IT KILLED HIM TO ADMIT that *SUSAN FALLONI* ( The Police Officer who took my report) DIDNT finish it.
 
 
As we’re talking, there is this white officer sitting in the further back seat, and to the window…… a black officer kinda young came in with a bag of Burger King or some resturant food. She saw my face while talking to him and was TRYING SO HARD TO BE MY FRIEND, trying to make eye contact with me, because she saw my facial expression, but you can tell that later on she could turn on me, cause of the way me and her PARTNER were talking to each other.
 
 
So, he’s explaining to me that Susan’s SUPERVISER would be in later, and that I could talk to her/him because Susan and the supervisor are the only person who can go in and “touch” the report. OKAY I WAS COOL WITH THAT.. He EVEN SAID WE COULD DO IT OVER THE PHONE. THIS Negro GOT MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WHEN I SAID THIS… “SO let me ask you this…….is this NORMAL, for a person to come into the police station to FILE A REPORT OF A MISSING VEHCILE, and then have to come back down here because ANOTHER OFFICER OVER THE PHONE CANT FIND IT IN THE SYSTEM? He said maam LISTEN….. IM not authorize to go in and do anything to her report. I SAID OKAY YOU SAID THAT.. I GOT THAT.. IM ASKING YOU… IS THIS NORMAL FOR A PERSON TO HAVE TO COME BACK IN THE STATION TO TALK TO THE SUPERVISORS ABOUT THEIR REPORT??? So now the black lady is staring at ME.. LIKE “NO SHE AINT”… THE WHITE LADY LOOKING TOO… SO… I TOLD THE OFFICER SIR……… I’m DONE TALKING TO YOU! DONE!!! DONE!!! This NEGRO got up and went back to the medal detector desk and sat his a@@ down. He got on the phone…. and continued texting SMH He was glad to be able to go back to what he was doing before I walked in.
 
 
So since the black lady was staring wanting to join in on the conversation SO BADLY, I TURNED TO HER and asked….why couldn’t I just called the number they told me to call to check on my van, LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE instead of coming back down here because its not in the system? She was looking at me like THAT AINT MY REPORT!!! I GAVE HER THIS LOOK.. LIKE … THEN WHY THE “FORK” ARE YOU STARING DOWN MY THROAT WHEN YOU DONT/CANT ANSWER MY QUESTION??????????.. If you gon stare at us, with a fry hanging half way out of your mouth… THEN IMMA ASK YOU QUESTIONS TOO.!!! She grabbed her food and drink and took her a@@ to the back. SO QUICK LOL LOL LOL. I WAS DONE WITH HER.. NEVER SEEN HER AGAIN.
 
 
The white lady was the only one left in the room, BEFORE she ADMITTED THAT SUSAN FALLONI didn’t finish the report… SHE KEPT SAYING TO ME.. OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER… PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES, EVERYBODY MAKES MISTAKES… THEN she asked.. don’t you make mistakes on your job? WHICH then I knew I was getting closer to a confession that she knew Susan FALLONI* DIDNT FINISH MY WORK. THEN SHE finally admitted like I WANTED the clown man officer TO DO. She sat there and admitted what I wanted HIM to admit. She was very nice about it, she explained it was a mistake. I was cool with that. All I wanted was for HIM to admit it. And that was the REASON why the OFFICER THIS MORNING COULDNT SEE IT IN HER SYSTEM !!!!!
 
 
With everything that I’m going through right now. I don’t have any EXTRA time to deal with foolishness and non motivated people. I’m on the move and when I need to ask questions concerning MY life…. I need them answered. And I want you all who is reading this. Ask QUESTIONS. Never be so geeked on people positions that you’re intimated about what they will or wont do to/for you. I didn’t care that they were officers. So what they didn’t want to answer my DIRECT IN YOUR FACE EYE TO EYE QUESTIONS, for fear of revealing the TRUTH and getting their fellow officer in trouble for not completing my paper work. I cleared that whole front end out, and I didn’t curse, raise my voice, or get physical. All I did was ask questions to get the answers to MY ISSUE.
 
 
Refuse to just “go home” without your questions being answered. These people know the answers to what you need to know. Always check your tone of voice, attitude, your facial expression, and never curse when taking care of your business. Be a good listener, and AVOID doing business over the phone as much as possible when it comes to something serious. People will tell you just enough over the phone without telling you everything, just to get to the next call. Speak with people who can help you. Never ever, speak to people who are the first to say “May I help you”? Then after you’ve explained for 10 minutes your story, they say… well I cant help you, you need to talk with “such and such”.
 
 
Always approach serious situations like this…. Hello, Yes!!!!! Who can I speak with concerning a incomplete Police Report on my Vehicle that was filed by Officer Susan Falloni? Give direct eye to eye contact. Never ever allow someone to get into a “who did you talk to, what was their name, BACK AND FORTH MATCH with you. That’s time consuming and it doesn’t matter because “THEY” didn’t take care of it when you did speak to them. Be clear, and only ask questions that will get you results. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER be intimated by ANYONE. This is why people are always asking me to teach them how to get answers. Judgement Day is coming for everybody, never be scared to ask questions about YOUR BUSINESS… to people who are “DOWN HERE ON EARTH” just like you. Look them in the eye, and make sure that you get your business taken care of. Do follow ups. Use words to make them remember you. For example: Hello, My name is LaCrease Walker and I came into The Police Station on THIS PAST MONDAY MARCH 3, just before noon and spoke with YOU about YOUR Officer Susan Falloni WHO DIDNT COMPLETE MY STOLEN VEHICLE POLICE REPORT THAT WAS FILED BY ME. Don’t let them interrupt you when you are saying that sentence straight through. When you don’t say “straight” to the point STATEMENTS like that, they LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, to interrupt you to ask,, when did you call, who did you talk to, what time of day was it, what number did they give you to call? If you allow them to do this to you, it will throw you off your whole call. It will make room for you to forget your questions, and to second guess why you’re even calling. Write down your questions if you have to before you call.  Know what you’re talking about, do research on your business. Speak clearly. And ALWAYS.. ALWAYS…. SPEAK WITH AUTHORITY!!! 
Need help  email me Neshacrese@aol.com
 
 
Be Blessed!
 
 
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
 
 
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My Town & Country……..gone Crees Blog Entry

my baby
So, my van was found Thursday afternoon by the Detroit Police Department. I went to see it yesterday the damage was bad, they tore it up.
2002 creasy
 
 
When I first bought this van it was so clean it looked brand new. These clowns ripped the second and third row seats out to do their dirty work. My windshield was busted, they hit something and tore off the whole front bumper. The battery was hissing, and front passenger door opens not even half way. The hood wont close, the ignition was tore up and it was so dirty in the inside. The Spirit was gone away from my baby. I LOVED that Town & Country. I prayed and prayed and prayed for years and years and years for God to give me one. And I finally got it. It never gave me any problems, I drove it to Atlanta and back, plus around the city for a year before some GOONS came into my apartment complex and stole it. I’m just so outdone by this. Exactly two days later I got the call I’ve been waiting for… a job at Detroit Public Schools. All I could say at that time is GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS? I’m glad I was honest to them about my situation, so hopefully soon I can come up with something, so that I can start back working. I’ve never had this to happen to me before, its a feeling of being raped. I couldn’t even sit in my van or even touch it. This is just so sad for me.
In my mind, I was making all kinds of “movies” about what I could do to those GOONS. This morning when I woke up, those thoughts were the first thing on my mind. Then I thought to myself… LaCrease you can really be mean. Find a way to get rid of the anger. I am still very upset and angry at these guys. I thought I had forgiven them, until I went to see the damage they did to a van that had NO ISSUES.
Another thing I keep thinking about is this: Job 2:6 6 The Lord said to Satan, “Very well, then, he is in your hands; but you must spare his life.”
 
 
The reason why I kept thinking about that was because for a year and 9 months, I’ve been catching it, and that Scripture reminds me that everything Job went though.. it had to pass through the DESK OF GOD FOR APPROVAL. God knew everything Job was going through before he went through it… and he passed. This is why no matter what…… I have to stay strong and know my help is on the way.
 
 
Be Blessed!
 
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
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Why God Sometimes Says “Not Yet”? Crees Blog Entry

Saturday, March 08, 2014
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“You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised. For, ‘In just a little while, he who is coming will come and will not delay.’” (Hebrews 10:36-37 NIV)

If you’re discouraged because of God’s delay in answering your prayers, understand the delay is not a denial. Just because the answer or the miracle hasn’t come yet doesn’t mean God isn’t going to answer or that he’s forgotten you or that he doesn’t care about you. It simply means “not yet”!

Part of becoming spiritually mature is learning the difference between “no” and “not yet,” between a denial and a delay. The Bible tells us, “He who is coming will come and will not delay” (Hebrews 10:37 NIV).

God’s delay may be a test of your patience. Anybody can be patient once. And, most people can be patient twice. And, a lot of us can be patient three times. So God tests our patience over and over and over.

Why? So he can see how patient you are? No!

He does it so you can see how patient you are — so you’ll know what’s inside you, and you’ll be able to know your level of commitment. God tests you so that you can know he is faithful, even if the answers you seek are delayed.

You may be going through difficult times right now. You may be discouraged because the situation you face seems unmanageable, unreasonable, or unfair.

It may seem unbearable, and inside you’re basically saying, “God, I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t take it anymore!”

But you can.

You can stay with it longer because God is with you. He’ll enable you to press on. Remember, you are never a failure until you quit. Resist discouragement, and finish the race God has set before you.
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