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Change the atmosphere of that dysfunction …….. From the desk of Cree

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Yesterday when I was in Meijer, I met these 2 lovely young ladies who was stacking salad and other items in that area. I was instantly connected to them because they were friendly and very helpful. Somehow we got on the subject of their mothers. One gurl moved here from Indiana and said she missed her mother so much. But the other gurl went on about how she felt her mom didn’t show her love at all growing up, and that when she have her baby she’ll show her baby much LOVE. So, I said… Let me ask you this: To your knowledge what have YOUR mother been through as a child? She said… my mother was poor, she went through a lot growing up. And after she had me, she got on drugs, couldn’t keep a job, she shared many things with us.
 
 
I told her sometimes after a woman has been though a lot, she doesn’t KNOW HOW to build a relationship with her children, she doesn’t KNOW HOW to love you like you should be loved. Sometimes a woman don’t know where to start with building a relationship with her children. She could be so hurt and so far gone IN HER DYSFUNCTION, that she doesn’t even recognize that she’s wrong even after hearing it all of her life. I said but do you have any children? She said I’m pregnant now. I told her, well this is YOUR chance and time to CHANGE THE CYCLE. Change the atmosphere, change the story, change your story with your mom. Do things YOUR way, be different, think different.
 
 
I told her, in NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO way am I saying that YOUR MOM was right. * she wasn’t* … but I AM saying since you cannot change that….. YOU must change the atmosphere of that dysfunction. I told her and when you do… don’t rub it in your mothers face how much better of a mother YOU ARE, because when you think you’ve done everything so perfect and different from your mom…. you daughter/son will get grown and TELL YOU how she/he felt YOU COULD HAVE DONE BETTER. She got it. I planted a seed. My work was done. Thank you Lord for placing me at the right place at the right time.
 
 
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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 

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School House Rock…………………..Crees Blog Entry

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Growing up, I wasn’t a cartoon person like my sisters and brother. But I looked forward to seeing the School House Rock Commercials. They bring back so many memories. Believe it or not that’s how some of us learned our multiplications, nouns, adjectives, and so much more. Click on the link and walk down memory lane by singing some of the songs. So much fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
Be Blessed
 
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Made my night……Crees Blog Entry

Its amazing how I was feeling down… and one of my students sent me this in inbox tonight…. MADE MY NIGHT ….

LOVE 2Maa, i went to the hospital in they did in X-ray on my Heart in they found you in They Said If You Leave I will Diee

Let me share how we became friends. Everyday at work she would ask me to come over to her table and she’d say ….. “you owe me $1.00”. And when she first said it, I was like “huh for what”?. I’m always buying them something.. and I thought maybe I did owe her money.

I noticed that she has this Spirit about her that tells me that she’s the boss of her gurls. Everyday she would see me and give me this look as if she wanted to “be my friend”. I know that look, because they’re people who I meet and instantly I know, we’re going to be good friends. Well, this one day I went and sat down at her table with her and her friends. I said to her…. do I really owe you some money? I knew I didn’t, I wanted to talk to her to see where she was coming from. She said No, you don’t…. and smiled. I looked around the table with a smile and laughter in my voice, and asked her friends… hey yall…. is she a bully? They were like YES YES YES… but not in a bad way. I looked at her laughing.. I said I knew you were, talking about I owe you some money? LOL LOL We all cracked up. I said to her, now let me ask you a question? Who in your family is a bully…. because I know for a fact, if you’re a bully, you’re being bullied. Her eyes lit up like “how you know”? She said my mom bullies me. Isn’t that something? Ever since then we have kept in touch. The things that she has to go through… is unreal. I cry for her, and I want to always be apart of her life. And she’s a VIRGO just like me…. she’s my baby.

These mothers these days are killing me the way they’re mistreating their God given children. My daughter tells me all the time.. Mama you raised me so well. Today we went to the movies, and when we left, she went into the gas station to pay, as she was coming out, there was this lady standing at the door. I know she must have said something to Nesha… cause she reached in her pocket and gave the lady some money…. I was about to cry. She does this all the time, because she watched me do it all her life. When your child is grown and you see them living the way you taught them… it’s a wonderful feeling. I can’t even explain how I felt today.

Be Blessed

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Balance and Business….Crees Blog Entry

tami-romanI’m in one of my REAL outspoken moods today…. * in my Tami Roman voice and facial expression*

Beyonce is my gurl.. I love her to pieces… I’m old enough to be her mom… but that little gurl of hers…..hair needs to be done. So I’m sitting here asking myself… La’Crease what business is of yours that her daughter hair needs to be pretty in pony tails or cute braided beads? What part of this little gurls hair THAT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU LACREASE… that you concern yourself? My answer NOTHING. But I’m so sick of tired of these celebrities breaking their neck to PLEASE THE FANS with great performances, photos, movies, singing and dancing… and have ABSOLUTELY no clue in how to raise their kids. I’m so irritated right now about this. This little gurl is a person, just like Beyonce is making history… .SHE IS TOO. Fix her up, make her look like the beautiful little gurl she is. I would have this to say about a NON CELEBRITY. This is a person we’re talking about. Don’t go out of your way to impress me ( your fan)… FIX YOUR DAYUM CHILD UP.

These celebrities KILL ME…. they know how to sell tickets, sell out a concert, dress, count their money, and throw hissy fits. Many of them are IMPRESSING the FANS and EACH OTHER….while their kids are being neglected. I hate to see people dogging out her baby….I just hope she puts the same amount of TIME AND FASHION in with her baby as she do for HERSELF and her FANS. THATS ALL IM SAYING. BALANCE BEYONCE BALANCE!

OOO LAWD… I just wish I could be a fly on the way when it comes to the parenting of these PARENTS. Today I was telling a young man to go over to his side of the room, when he began to hug me and say awwww Auntie I love you. I said I love you too , but I need you to go to your side of the room. So, when he wanted to “go do one thang” I started saying to him… now I told you nicely to go to your side and you’re still trying to do what you want to do. He was shocked at my facial expression and tone of voice * it can get rough* and he said auntie I was just hugging you, why you mad at me? I said come here, let me talk to you for a minute. I said LOOK AT MY FACE… LOOK AT IT REAL GOOD… I said I’m cool, easy to talk too, and will help you in anything… but when it come to BUSINESS… I’m zero tolerance, and NO EXCUSES for these mind games. I said you need to learn that when I mean business to read my face, and hear my voice. I said learn to FALL BACK…. See these kids think, just because you show you them LOVE.. that it’s play time, and giving them everything all the time. Its not. All the things a parent let their child get away with… they come right to school and do it to the staff. No matter how nice we say something, they still want to challenge it. But when the police stop them for doing nothing…. they cant even put together a intelligent sentence to get themselves out of trouble. Then the parent march herself up to the school with her face all bald up and disfigured ready to “get with” somebody over her child. That’s when you see where it starts.

I’m not going to give up on these kids because I love them so much, but SERIOUS about my BUSINESS…… I AM.

Be Blessed

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Money can’t buy you everythang… LADY….Crees Blog Entry

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Its been a minute but ………IM HERE!!!!

I didn’t know why then, but ever since I was a young gurl I’ve always studied the behavior of people. I believe I did it because people would make me SO UPSET by the way they treated others. Instead of getting upset, I decided to STUDY why people did the things they did. This has also helped me to understand the thought process of a child. It is GOD GIVEN trust me, no school could ever teach me what God gave to me naturally. In having this gift it has helped me to understand what people go through, and how they come to the conclusion they do in life. With that said…. read this story.

This lady I work with she’s about 57 and has everything you can think of. She and her husband owns a night club, MANY rental properties, car wash, hair salon* aint no telling what else* they both drive nice trucks and have one grown son with a wife and family. I love this lady, and I truly don’t believe that she knows half the stuff she says that MAKES THE OTHERS want to scratch the chalk board non stop. LOL I have to write about her, because there are many others out there just like her. Its sad… so sad.. but hopefully this will make you ask yourself….Am I this woman?

My coworker wants EVERYTHING MONEY CANT BUY. Instead of her saying to herself…. Okay… I can buy that on my own, so I won’t take it… she will anyway. She says she does it because.. SHE PAYS TAXES AND HAVE A RIGHT TO get things free. Every month there is this fruit truck and many other things on it, that if you pull up, sign your name while they load up your car… its yours free. The school we work at is in a poor neighborhood and many people drive up and get these things because they need them. She asked me why aren’t you going to get a food box? I told her let people who need it get it, we don’t need it. I said there may be times in life when we may need it, and then you wont feel bad about having to get it. If she has to ever be in this position to have to get these things… I BET SHE WONT EVEN GET THEM.. BECAUSE SHE’S TOO PROUD. When you brag about things you have, and then they’re taken away from you… you feel bad about having to have to get it. But to take from those people who can’t afford it IS A DAYUM SHAME. That bothers me so bad. Then I ask her… what do you do what that stuff, because you don’t need it…. she says… “I give it to my son for my grandsons” *smh*

There is this counselor who dress very nice and every time my coworker sees her, she has to ALWAYS look at what she has on. One day she had on a nice blouse… I told her how pretty it was, don’t you know my coworker ASKED HER where she got it from, and then went out that SAME DAY and bought it? She came to work and talked about it nonstop. and I’m looking at her like are you serious? Friday, our security team ordered some wings from Coney island. My coworker was eating something she had just bought in from a restaurant. When she found out they were ordering food she asked them why didn’t yall ask me to order, they said they didn’t think about it and it would have not been a problem… she turned to me and said…. I’m going up stairs and getting one of those wings as soon as its delivered. And so I said to her…. why would you want a wing ding… she said because they didn’t ask me. WOW WOW WOW. She wants everything HER money cant buy at the time. I never met anyone like this.

We have these carrying cases for your books. And when the kids play games and win, they get it free as a prize. Well she ask one of the teachers can she have one, so they gave it to her. THEN SHE WANTED ANOTHER ONE FOR HER GRANDSON. This is so unreal to me. She can’t sit anything out. She has to have everything that’s not for sale. She asked me for mines, I TOLD HER NO, and I don’t even want mines. We have many different things going on at school, and when someone pulled out the schools camera…. she kept talking about how hers is just like it. It was a long nose Nokia. Now she’s going to bring hers to school. I’m looking at her like gurllllllllllllllllll this is not that serious. The others are fed up with her…. but to me… she’s interesting.

But this is the biggest. The women and men who works in the kitchen often times take home food before it goes bad. And since it can’t be heated or re cooked, they’ll give it away, take it home, or throw it out. She feels that SINCE SHE AND HER HUSBAND PAY MORE TAXES THAN EVERYONE ELSE, THAT …. she’s entitled to have the privileges of taking home food like the kitchen workers. The nerve of her. What they do in the kitchen has nothing to do with her. And what burns her up so bad, is that they ALWAYS ask me what do I WANT? They tell me “Sunshine you don’t have to pay for anything, if you want something TELL ME”. She gets SO mad, and ask what about me? She don’t get that nobody likes when she sit up and brag, when she want some of everything everybody has because she cant buy it. When they call me PRIVATELY in the kitchen…. she watches me like a hawk. She wants to know what they said to me, what are they giving me… then when I come out with something she doesn’t EAT.. she’ll say… I DON’T EAT THAT MESS. But when I come out with something good and she wants it… she’ll say… I’m going back there to see if they have any thing left… I WANT SOME TOO. Her facial expression is ANGRY…. just because they didn’t ask her for anything. Then she’ll pout if she sees all of them eating together and they not offer her FREE LUNCH. One day I bought several kids some candy bars for helping me out….. when one of the students didn’t come to school, she asked me could she have the SNICKER. It killed her that I bought candy bars for the students and not have one for her. IT KILLED HER TO SEE ME PASSING THEM OUT. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!

I came to the conclusion just by listening to her and not dismissing her behavior. She loves her life, but she’s very ungrateful. She loves to brag, and if someone says that something is nice and pretty… she’ll make sure to run out and get it…..and tell you about it in the morning. She won’t admit how blessed she is until someone shows up and have something she can’t buy….. NO MATTER WHAT. She brags about what she has, and she TRIES HER BEST TO gets things that CANT BE BOUGHT OR SOLD.

Are you this person? Just because something is free doesn’t mean you have to be apart of it, especially if you don’t need it. Save it for those who do. Let people see what you have… DONT BRING IT UP… Keep some things to yourself…. everybody don’t have to know your business just because its true. New Living Translation
Get wisdom; develop good judgment. Don’t forget my words or turn away from them. Proverbs 4:5

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Kids….Oh they’re going to get it one way or another…. Cree’s Blog Entry

dont ask for nothingToday as I sat with the Dean of Students who is also a DETROIT POLICE OFFICER * with his fione self* I listened to him speak to two MALE students about growing up. I LOVE when a MAN talk to another MALE STUDENT. They seem to listen and give attention to that kind of authority. They’re so BLESSED to have MEN in position with the MENTALITY to even want to deal with them. Some of them get it, and some don’t. This one gurl told this officer with an attitude … “yall act like yall our parents”. I heard it and said “OH HONEY trust me we’re not your parents…… but WE ARE your uncles and aunts”. She laughed, BUT she got the point. 

I don’t think they understand… most of us have children who are grown and doing well. I told this one student…. “gurl this job didn’t knock on our door and ask us to work”…. WE APPLIED TO THIS JOB… which means we want to see you do good, we want to be apart of your growth, we want to work here. I said…. I could be at home right now sitting on the couch, painting my nails and eating steaks. I told her “We are NOT your enemy”. They laugh at my examples, but they love them, because they get it. When I speak… I make them see a MENTAL VISUAL PICTURE/MOVIE in their minds of what I’m saying. That’s the only way they are going to get it, is by visualizing my words… and that’s why I’m so good at what I do. 

I was talking to one of the male students yesterday about how many times do we have to keep telling him to go to class!! I said if Dr. King ( Principal) have to keep telling me over and over and over again to do something….. I said I’ll grab my keys and leave. I told him I would never want to be told something over and over again. I asked him…. what do you like about us telling you to go to class every hour…. don’t you get tired of hearing that? MY GOODNESS!!! 

When I was growing up… my momma told us ONE time…. go and wash dishes. You didn’t sit there until your favorite part went off on the TV… you got your but up and washed those dishes. My momma had this look, and you knew what it meant. My daddy did too. They were parents who backed each other up, and not tried to be “friends” with us. You didn’t play one against the other…..that was a whopping itself. Back then you didn’t want any PROBLEMS with your parents… you were scared of the consequences. 

SOME of These kids these days…. they don’t listen. They don’t care and they’re not scared of anyone or anything. Parents want to be “cool” and be “friends” with their kids. And another thing I learned too is this… and its HUGE. When parents were younger, many of them grew up NOT LIKING AT ALL, that their parents had friends who told them about their kids. So when those kids grew up, they MADE SURE THAT…… YOUR CHILD IS YOUR BUSINESS…. AND MINES IS MY BUSINESS. Those same ones got whopping’s growing up, and said WHEN I HAVE KIDS… THEY WILL NOT GET THEM…. and this is part of the reason why kids are off the hook in 2013. And they’re the ones on the NEWS crying somebody killed their “good child”. 

I’m very proud of Mr. Tyler Perry giving $100.00.00 to a School in Georgia for uniforms. We must set the example of giving. Great Deed. 

Be Blessed 

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Wake up kids!!! Wake up…Crees’ Blog Entry

back to schoolI can’t wait to start my gurls group back up *Raisingurls to Women* when the time is right. By working at a High School it has taught me so much, kids are different these days than ever before. The boys are so disrespectful to gurls, and the music that’s out these days doesn’t help. I hate the word HOE… its just something about it that bothers me. I HATE when Madea uses it, it so degrading, the sound of it bothers me.

As long as I can remember I never had self esteem issue. Even through my weigh battles, I’ve always LOVED MYSELF… and wanted to only be ME. The more I’m around kids, I believe they have these issues because they’re always talking and dissing each other, and when someone else who “appears” to have it all together, they compare themselves to that person. Opening them selves up to feeling inadequate.

One of my students came and sat with me yesterday….. she told me she was pregnant. I don’t believe in abortions, I’m glad that was NOT an option. I’m starting to think about these kids all day… here I am with one child…. but I wake up from a nap, thinking about these kids. I wake up in the night thinking about them, trying to watch a movie and still thinking about them. The future of many of them is looking REAL spooky. Do their mothers have a clue? Where are the dads? Do the parents spend time with them? I’m just sad right now. Why do I care so much? I just want the best for them. I hope they wake up and  grow up before its too late.

Be Blessed

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Who R U LaCrease? Part 4 *final* Cree’s Blog Entry @tylerperry

keeping my mouth shutPART 4……..    But in order to do that… I had to ask God…where did this come from? Lord, why do I get upset when someone is sharing with me a story about what someone else did to them? Why do I take it to heart so deeply? Why am I so emotionally connected to their story? Why are my insides on fire as they tell the story? Why do I even care?
I was fed up with my own behavior of trying to “fight” everyday with people about how they treat others. So, I sat down with the TV off and started asking God why am I this way? There has to be a root, where did this begin? All of a sudden I started thinking about my childhood. I was bullied in school. I was bullied because I was different and did my own thing. I admire people who do their “own thing” and not what others did….. unless they like it. If you don’t like what I do, that you wouldn’t do… don’t comment on MY stuff. My dad knew I was different too. I feel to this day that he was a major part of why I have a thing against bullies. For example. Say for instance our light bill was due tomorrow. My dad would spend the money, have fun with it, and worry about that when…. the shut off FINAL NOTICE came. Me, on the other hand, if I had a shut off notice, I would pay the bill, so that I could have PEACE, and not be in the middle of a conversation with someone laughing it up, then all of a sudden …. I THINK OF THIS LIGHT BILL THAT’S GOING TO BE SHUT OFF AT ANY MOMENT. In my daddy’s eyes, I would be considered “silly” in a BULLY FORM OF WAY for thinking like this, and for worrying way to much about it. That always bothered me. It made me feel like this…. If I did things or think things differently than you, mines is considered “STUPID” but yours is considered “SMART”. In my eyes that’s a form of “bullying”.
So, as I got older and realized that the gurl who always stayed in the house, people loved me for how different I was. I was NEVER popular in school, but when I started working and living on my own, people connected with me in a HUGE WAY. Because I was different. I stuck up for the “under dogs”. If I saw you messing with someone and they looked like they didn’t want to be apart… I would say something in a nice tone, and let you know… “we don’t do that here”. I felt that I was that voice for them, but it came from my own place when I was a child.
Then God reminded me of a time when a coworker came to me and said Cree I have something to tell you, but I have to tell you when I call you later, because I know you’re going to be mad. That right there, sent my gauge up to 100. LOL I begged her to tell me now, but she didn’t. When she told me the story later, yep I was mad.. ON FIYAH. Long story short. Me and that coworker was standing around waiting for customers, when our boss son came in. He was good looking, 4 years younger than my daughter. When my boss introduced us to him, we said “oh he’s handsome a good looking guy’… and that was the end of that. Didn’t this BOSS/MANAGER go and tell the other MANAGERS that we were all over her son, and that we were acting like “cougars”, and she also said, women like us is the reason why he don’t come up to the job. PISSED ME OFF. First of all, the lil short sawed off rut…. didn’t look like much, second of all, we both have kids who are GROWN and OLDER THAN HIM, and third of all…. we like men in their late 40’s early 50’s. WHAT?????????? So since I’m faithful to my word and friend about not mentioning anything. We both speak to the Manager, but we keep it moving….we don’t deal with her like that.
Then God bought to my remembrance about how I take up for Tyler Perry when people talk bad about him. I connect with Tyler because we share a lot of child hood issues. I love him as a brother, and a long time ago I adopted in my mind that he is just like me. People talk about him because he’s different, he do things his own way. I LOVE and ADMIRE that about him. When I take up for him, I see us as kids, and since I’m older than him. I see myself as the big sister. And NOBODY is going to talk about MY BROTHER!!! I never shared this with anyone, but when I use to read my google alerts on him and the article was bad and the comments were even worst. I would get on there and SHUT THE WHOLE BOARD DOWN… I would nut up on anyone who had anything negative to say about him. Again it goes back to my child hood, its a form of BULLYING in my mind.
One day I came across this page and this white lady was talking about Tyler, I sent her a email and this is how it went.
RE: Backstage
I am a faithful fan of Tyler Perry. As I read your post about him and read your sarcasm….. I was upset to see that you were taking shots at him. For NO reason. If you’re going to write about a story…. WRITE IT. Leave your remarks out.
But then I realized it was YOU…. who looked stupid. Lindsey had a daughter NOT a son. Trying to make Tyler look bad, you need to be FIRED. Get it together PROFESSIONAL writer.
Then she sent this back to me: Hi lacrease,My name is * took her name out* I’m sorry if my post about the Tyler Perry Foundation offended you. Until your comment I didn’t know there actually was such an organization.I’ve taken the liberty of changing the name and removing the Tyler Perry Foundation from the post but the post itself remains.I’m not against people with GID or those who opt for sexual reassignment surgery. It wasn’t my intention to offend you but I’m sorry if I did.Regards,
After doing this…. I decided that I cannot fight these BULLIES, if Tyler Perry can keep it moving, than so can I. This is what God has been showing me for the longest about myself. I’m the same way with HOMELESS people. Don’t let me hear someone talking down on them, I will have a fit. Don’t talk about anyone who is less fortunate. Don’t mis treat kids, BECAUSE THEY DO KIDS STUFF….another issue that God should me. My coworker stopped me from what I was doing and asked me to come over to her, because she had something to tell me. When I got to her, she asked me….. WHY DO YOU GIVE THESE KIDS MONEY? PISSED ME OFF. My heat Gauge went to 100. Before I knew it I started nutting up, no curse words, or loud talking… NONE OF THAT…. I basically told her that I was grown, I do what I want with my money, and that you have NO IDEA of how many people gave me money as a child and adult, and this is my pay off. That was truly the day, she became my “friend”. She got me…. she knew then that I was my OWN WOMAN in my OWN LANE, doing my OWN THING, with my OWN MIND….
Since God showed me these things about myself. I’m learning to kinda emotionally disconnect from the people I love so much. I love my family and friends. I get to tied into their story and take it to heart. I ‘ve been doing sooooo good lately. God reminds me when I’m in the middle of a test, so that I can think about it as its happening, and to pay attention to my “heat gauge”. LOL I can listen to a story and not be so quick to get upset, or offer my “opinion” about it so quickly. I realize that God is in control and that I don’t have to “mentally fight” off bullies, and take up for the underdog, or hear a story and get upset about it, because its a LIE, MEAN, BULLYISH, or GOSSIP. I’m learning to “keep it moving”. I don’t have to take up for my Brother Tyler Perry who I LOVE so dearly anymore. He can handle his own affairs, and people are going to say what they want about him and everybody else too. I have gotten emails and DM from people who ask me…. do you see Tyler Perry for your husband? LOL I laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh at them, I can see no further than me and he as kids, being different and trying to make it. I couldn’t understand it myself, until God should me the connection.
 http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/31/syleena-johnson-iyanla-vanzant_n_3677969.html I was watching Fix My Life with Syleena Johnson and when she asked why she still feels this way about her mom Iyanla replied :”because when you were a little person the big people were behaving badly… and then you grow up…. but you never shifted your relationship with those big people… so in your life she’s still a big person bullying you… and your response is that of a 4 year old… you ever learned how else to be. THAT WAS MY BREAKTHROUGH……THAT WAS THE MOMENT I GOT IT…. I AM A GROWN WOMAN… FIGHTING AS A CHILD IN MY ADULT MIND AND LIFE. TELL ME SOMEBODY GOT THAT? That video is ME FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END! ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME. THIS WAS MY BREAKTHROUGH.
Everyday there is a test for me…. I have to be open at all times for the warning…. hey maybe there will be times when God doesn’t warn me. LOL I know him…. there will be those times. But the bigger picture here is that I WANT to be a better person, and yes I love my family and friends, but I have to emotionally disconnect from the issues, not to make it mines, to not take on the emotionally responsibility of fixing the issue. But at the same time continue to help them out in anyway I can, * I love talking to people* but not to make it mines.
Thanks for reading, and please learn from MY Life Lessons.
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
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