I remember * as a young gurl* Cree’s Blog Entry
I remember one day my mom was making chicken and noodles. We loved chicken and noodles, but this was the day before pay day, and as she was stirring the pot a piece of the ceiling fell off into the pot. I remember that hurting my/our feelings so bad. We talk about that and laugh to this day.I remember my dad use to get off work and take us out to dinner every Friday to Big Boys. We use to love it. I remember asking my parents could my friend go. But when they said No, I never realize or understood that if she went, it would be more money to pay, as it was already 6 of us.
I remember when it was time for report cards, my daddy use to be on it. My stomach hurt all the way to school and all the way home.
I remember when I made a pickle out of a cucumber, I was so geeked.
I remember we use to go to Belle Island and ride the giant slide. We had to climb 100 steps or better just for a 8 second ride. LOL LOL LOL *wow*
I remember when my parents use to go grocery shopping we had to stay in the house until they got home. By me being the oldest I didn’t want any trouble with them. But my sister couldn’t wait until they left so that she could go outside and play inside of those minutes they were gone. I was scared for her, because if she got caught it was over for me and her. She never did. We laugh and talk about that to this day.
I remember when my mother use to say ” just me and you are going shopping on Saturday”. I was SO HAPPY just to be with her, none of my other siblings went. But I hated the time when it was their turn to go shopping, and not mines. 😦
I remember when I was 14 my mom took me to my first concert and it was to see PRINCE. I loved him so much. One day my mom told me that I was going to out grow him, and that he wasn’t going to be my style anymore. I was SO MAD AT HER for saying that, because I felt it wasn’t true. Even though I LOVE me some PRINCE today….* that will NEVER change*… my taste in men has SURELY changed. LOL
I remember when my BFF Michelle who lived next door, cousins would come to Detroit from Chicago she would act funny and never talk to me. Then when they were gone, she would be my friend. I always took her back.
I remember working this summer job that had us cleaning out the upstairs of a roller rink. It was so nasty, dirty, hot, and so much debris up there, that I knew we were doing the work of MEN. I told my dad, and he was so mad when he saw the work they had us doing. He called the news and since the man who had us doing it was a public figure, it was all over . My BFF to this day was working with me * that’s how we met*, the news asked her if she can come to my house so that they can interview us. WE DIDNT KNOW WE WERE GOING TO BE ON THE NEWS. We thought it was just going to be a newspaper interview and that was it. Well after it hit the press, they went and shut that site down. Some of the people who worked with me, was so mad!!! I lost friends by going to the news, they all had to be relocated and had to catch buses to their new site. They were not happy with us at all. I was so embarrassed I never worked under the City of Detroit at a summer job again. Everywhere I went people knew me. I was dating a police officer, he came to my house while on duty and told me that he saw me in the paper, he was impressed…… I was depressed. * Looking back on it, it was the first sign of me understanding why I’m different. I stand up for what’s right, and will go to great lengths to carry OUT JUSTICE.*
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
Who R U LaCrease? Part 4 *final* Cree’s Blog Entry @tylerperry
PART 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
“WHO R U PART 2 CREE’S BLOG ENTRY (((must read)))
PART 2…
Here’s what I found out…..That while growing up I always had a desire to keep PEACE in my life and to those all around me. I was that kid that when my momma said.. get up and wash dishes…. I got up and washed dishes. If she said be home by 9… I was home by 8:30. If my dad said to me have this house cleaned up by the time he got home… so it was. My dad was (((and still can be))) a manipulator. I didn’t know what it was then, but I knew that when he wasn’t happy, he wanted to make everybody around him miserable. GOD.. I HATED THAT!!!! He could come into the house and set off the whole atmosphere. He would turn the TV when he knew we were watching something, made us do stuff, he would just create a space that was unbearable.
As I got in my teens and started working, he would ask me for a few dollars here and there, and I would give it to him. But there were times when I had other plans with my money, and boy did he make it hard for me. In order to have PEACE in the house when he wanted money to buy liquor, play his lottery or gas money, he would purposely start an argument with me, and for PEACE sake I would give in. This went on for years. Then I watched him do it to my sisters. When I moved out at 22, he continued to call me and ask for money when he needed it. And when I didn’t give it to him, he would be mad at me for weeks and weeks. For the life of me, I still can’t understand how a father/mother can be mad at their own kids for this long period of time. ((((shaking my head)))) When me and my siblings get mad at each other we make up on the spot!
So at age 22 my calm sweet Spirit attracted MANY people. I love PEACE and people see it, they want to be apart of it, they are a magnet to me… and as I grew up in LOVE and demand PEACE.. I found myself being a FREE THERAPIST for everyone. LOL I LOVED it and still do!!! I love talking and listening to people (((( THIS IS WHO I AM))) and what was going on with them, helped me in so many ways to figure out my own ISSUES. But in the process I lost myself. I got caught up in showing so much LOVE, that I have neglected myself. Not only that.. but I realized that not everyone knows how to receive LOVE.
I met this lady at my job, she was a year older than me. We worked together, and became really good friends. She didn’t have siblings and wasn’t close with her mom. I enjoyed talking with her and talking about the things that went along in her relationship. After that didn’t work she moved out of town and we still stayed in touch. Knowing that she was in another city I was often worried about her. I remember one day I called her and didn’t get an answer. It was very unusual since we talked nearly everyday and every week. I called her so much that day it had to be about 11-12 times straight. But she was there all along, not feeling like answering the phone.
Here is a piece of that email she wrote to me….. I HAVE HAD
E———–NOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS
IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. YOU HAD BETTER HAVE SOMETHING
SERIOUSLY WRONG TO BE CALLING ME THE WAY YOU HAVE.
ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. I HAVE HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH YOU
BEFORE. YOUR CALLS DONT MOVE ME! WHEN I HAVE TIME I WILL
CALL YOU. I AM ON A MISSION AND WILL NOT EXPLAIN MYSELF! IT
SADDENS ME THAT YOU TAKE YOURSELF TO AN ALL TIME LOW. ITS
DISGRACEFUL! DISRESPECTFUL AND TRULY INCONSIDERATE! IF THERE
IS NO EMERGENCY THERE IS NO EXCUSE AND GOD NEEDS TO CONVICT
YOUR HEART ON THIS MATTER. AT THE DROP OF A DIME YOU CAN
ENCOURAGE PEOPLE NOT TO CALL SOMEONE IF THEY HAVE CALLED
THEM SEVERAL TIMES AND THEY HAVENT RETURNED THEIR CALL. THEN
WHY CANT YOU TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE MISSY! ALL I CAN SAY IS
WOW YOU ARE TRULY OUT OF CONTROL! AND WHEN I STOP WHAT IM
DOING TO ANSWER THE PHONE AFTER A GAZILLION CALLS, YOU HAVE
NOTHING TO SAY BUT HI.
YOU-CAN-NOT-CONTROL-ANYTHING-BUT-YOU! TO TRY AND FORCE
SOMEONE TO CALL YOU BACK AND SHOW THEM YOU WILL BADGER THEM
at all cost IS NOT THE WAY TO DO things. YOU GET NOOOOOOOO
RESULTS! AS YOU SAY “YOU DONT KNOW WHAT OTHER THINGS PEOPLE
HAVE PLANNED WHEN YOU CALL THEM” THE SAME RULES APPLY TO
YOU.
PRAYING ALL IS WELL
BE BLESSED
E———–NOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS
IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. YOU HAD BETTER HAVE SOMETHING
SERIOUSLY WRONG TO BE CALLING ME THE WAY YOU HAVE.
ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. I HAVE HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH YOU
BEFORE. YOUR CALLS DONT MOVE ME! WHEN I HAVE TIME I WILL
CALL YOU. I AM ON A MISSION AND WILL NOT EXPLAIN MYSELF! IT
SADDENS ME THAT YOU TAKE YOURSELF TO AN ALL TIME LOW. ITS
DISGRACEFUL! DISRESPECTFUL AND TRULY INCONSIDERATE! IF THERE
IS NO EMERGENCY THERE IS NO EXCUSE AND GOD NEEDS TO CONVICT
YOUR HEART ON THIS MATTER. AT THE DROP OF A DIME YOU CAN
ENCOURAGE PEOPLE NOT TO CALL SOMEONE IF THEY HAVE CALLED
THEM SEVERAL TIMES AND THEY HAVENT RETURNED THEIR CALL. THEN
WHY CANT YOU TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE MISSY! ALL I CAN SAY IS
WOW YOU ARE TRULY OUT OF CONTROL! AND WHEN I STOP WHAT IM
DOING TO ANSWER THE PHONE AFTER A GAZILLION CALLS, YOU HAVE
NOTHING TO SAY BUT HI.
YOU-CAN-NOT-CONTROL-ANYTHING-BUT-YOU! TO TRY AND FORCE
SOMEONE TO CALL YOU BACK AND SHOW THEM YOU WILL BADGER THEM
at all cost IS NOT THE WAY TO DO things. YOU GET NOOOOOOOO
RESULTS! AS YOU SAY “YOU DONT KNOW WHAT OTHER THINGS PEOPLE
HAVE PLANNED WHEN YOU CALL THEM” THE SAME RULES APPLY TO
YOU.
PRAYING ALL IS WELL
BE BLESSED
And in another email that day…. she wrote:
Its soooooooooooo sad,
That my friend has a case of road rage at the mouth and cannot control herself. It saddens me that you interject your comments when I didn’t ask for your opinion. Its clear that you lack the ability to listen. How can you argue MY opinion.
You have issues with your mouth and listening without offering your opinion when not needed. You got a big loud mouth and you need to learn to control yourself missy! I have a friend with no self control of the lips. And for the first time in years I need to tell you, that you have a serious problem in this area. I am embarrassed to know that its soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo out of control even you cant help it. But you really need to get-it-together with your anger–rage mouth!!! Its very difficult to share things with you when I know you gonna go nutts at the lips!!!!!!!
There is no excuse or apology for your behavior just work on making the changes for yourself.
After reading that THEN….. I was like WOW. Where did that come from? Even though we have been knowing each other for a total of 23 years…. I STILL DIDNT look at myself . I never got to explain to her that I only called so many times in a row was because I was worried about her… aint like she lived around the corner as she always have from me. She was going through a lot at that time, and she was my GOOD friend. I cared. In my family and circle, if you’re really close and haven’t talked to that person… concern grows…. YOU DO WHAT YOU CAN TO MAKE CONTACT WITH THEM… and they’d appreciate it too. Looking back at this email from 5 years ago… I realize that everyone is not use to someone “looking out for them” “checking up”, “or giving advice” just as well as listen to it. I have sisters that I LOVE… trust and believe if I blow you up like that I CARE. When I can’t get in touch with my sisters and friends… THEY KNOW I WILL BE KNOCKING ON THEIR DOORS. If something is wrong with that… I’m sorry. They understand… that I don’t mean no harm.
I refuse to put this ALL on her. This was MY issue too. Becoming too involved and having a desire to help people. I didn’t know when they wanted me to listen or when they wanted advice. When I’m quiet they want to know what IM THINKING.. when I voiced my opinion they just WANTED ME TO LISTEN. Again… that was me… putting too much into others. Don’t get my wrong there was nothing wrong in doing this… but when you lose YOURSELF FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS… that’s not good at all. I finally get what she’s saying after all of these years. I get it. I really get it. Too bad our friendship has ended.
And just like my dad, he just wont let me LOVE him without sabotaging our relationship. He’s mad at me right now, its been almost 3 weeks since he called me. Growing up as a child and in my early 30’s this would bother me something terrible. Somehow I just don’t care anymore. I feel bad that I DONT CARE. Looking at my dad’s past, he is just like my friend, THEY KNOW HOW TO LOVE AND TO BE FAITHFUL TO PEOPLE….. but they don’t know how to RECEIVE it.
I’m not mad at nobody…. I’m just staying in my own LANE. Running my OWN race.
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
Wonderful Weekend!!
Hey,
I had a wonderful weekend with my daughter and her dad’s family reunion. Neisha was the Vice-President and Mistress of Ceremonies for the very well planned, very organized event. I love her dads side of the family because they always show me LOVE. I hate I was having such a good time that I didn’t take photos like I normally do. I forgot to take my camera to the banquet, and the after party her dad had in his hotel room. In 2 years they are taking the reunion to BUFFALO NEW YORK!!! Atlanta wanted it, but New York beat them out.
It gave me great joy to see Neishia walking around and all her people know her. Her dads family is HUGE. And to see that I put away my foolishness with her dad, so that she could have the best of both worlds made me so happy that I finally listened to the voice of God.
So much is going through my mind right now…. Tomorrow, I’ll gather my thoughts on the Trayvon Martin case…. and another VIRGO MAN I MET LAST NIGHT…OH BOY….. * SMH*
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
My niece Prom Photos…Crees blog entry
Okay, I am so excited!!! My niece * my sister* Nell had her Prom yesterday and she looked so pretty. Im so proud of her. She didn’t want to go, and its something because many students at my school don’t want to go to their Proms. They don’t understand how excited we as parents and family feel about graduating. This is an exciting time for us. I’m so proud of her.
Nell family and friends * BFF in the black*
Nell and her BFF
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You can’t change who people want to be. * Crees blog entry*
Today was a great day. My mommy came over with my niece for a while. We had a good time talking and laughing.
Just sitting here thinking how all my life my dad stayed mad at his kids and my mom *4 of us* all the time. He taught us to make up and forgive ON THE SPOT, but he NEVER did what he taught. He’s been “mad” at me since April 10, and for the first time in MY LIFE… I’m making it my business to NOT call him first, so that I can see just how long he can go. No matter what…. I will always call him first, he’s so stubborn, I don’t see how he can LIVE LIFE LIKE THAT. As I think about this situation. I understand now why I Love to have Peace. Its because with my dad its always ciaos. I remember giving him money from my summer jobs when I was at home, just to “make up with him” and keep the peace around the house. I just wanted Peace so that I can do things without anyone/him being upset with me… especially him.
Now that I look back on my life up until 10 years ago, I always cared who was mad at me. I cared. I would call folks and make up even if I was wrong. I would knock on friends door and ask ” are you still mad at me”? Its like I couldn’t get on with my day… if someone was mad at me. I feel like crying thinking about this. I always wanted to be like others and say.. ” I don’t care if she’s/he’s mad at me and really mean it!!! But me on the other hand…I had to do something “extra” to make peace so that I can get on with my day. I’m at a place in my life, where I refuse to call him. No way. He called up everyone in the family and told them that he’s mad at me. SHM. But I know he never thought in a million years that I would not have called him by now. As bad as it sounds, I’m so happy. LOL LOL I’m really proud of myself in a ” MESSED UP KINDA WAY”. It’s something deep to see just how long he can go. It only tells me that in the past, had I not made up first, he would have never done it 😦 BUT this is how he is, very stubborn. None of his kids are that way. We make up when we’ve offended it each, we talk it out, we laugh it out, and we move on. Everyday my dad is mad at somebody in the family. This is the longest we’ve ever went, it has made me a strong person in this area…… 🙂 On this note… let me say this. Stop holding grudges… make up and let still stuff go. I learned to not care and take stuff to heart so much. People are going to be who they want to be…. and there is nothing I can do about it. My dad has been this person since I was born… I cannot change him.He LOVES to manipulate. If I even share why he’s mad at me, it would be so embarrassing . LOL * yeah its that petty* Thing is…. I didn’t do anything. No more catering to him. And I’m proud of myself.
Be Blessed
Balancing Act
So, while I sit home in my PEACEFUL place. I’m remembering a lot of things, and asking myself how did I skip this? When your mind is not at PEACE, you miss everything. I talked with God from 9:30 until 3:00 today. I talked so much I hope people didn’t walk pass my apartment and think I was crazy. LOL He is so funny. I wish everyone could experience this PEACE.
You can, you have to go through something to get it, but you can. First you have to remove the distracters from your life. I learned that while people may be good people, and that’s fine, but you have to “clear your table”. Let me give you an example. I’m writing a book right now, and everyday I need PEACE. I can’t deal with text messages of drama, and phone calls of trash. I love helping people and sharing some God-given wisdom. They can always have my ear. But for those people who want nothing just trying to keep up with you, you gotta let them go. I CANNOT write with folks stuff on my table. AINT GON DO IT.
Writing is my passion. My mind flows when I allow GOD TO COME IN A SWEEP AWAY ALL THE “STUFF OFF THE TABLE”. I know a lot of people, and connect with people because I like to help them sort out things. But in these last 8 months I also learned to guard my space. And its okay. I use to think I was being mean, but it really is okay. My main focus right now is balance. I have learned to balance God’s time, my time, my daughter, my family and my friends. Maybe that’s why I feel so great right now, because that’s one of the main reasons why I wanted to live in Atlanta…. to get away. I didn’t know how to balance. Everywhere I went people knew me, wanted to talk talk talk, and I’m like…. I’m getting my brows done, please. It’s not a bad thing, I worked customer service for 10 years and I was very friendly, popular and I love the Lord. BUT I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO BALANCE. I’ll allow one person to talk to me for 10 hours straight without trying to cut them off. I didn’t like that. But I didn’t want to be mean either. I LOVE PEOPLE. But today, I must have my space, so that I can balance. I FEEL GREAT ABOUT THAT.
I’ll be back and forth on here, didn’t know I had so much in me to share for my book. I hope God is going to be proud of me, because this book is going to help a lot of people. Well, let me get some sleep, talk later.
Cree
Family Business/Janet & Paris….Cree’s Blog
Hey,
Today, I want to talk about Family Business.
I was watching the video tape of Janet and Paris. I read a few Tweets that Paris tweeted, and I wanted to somehow DELETE her account. She obviously doesn’t know how serious it is.
I’m sitting here still tripping on the fact that this “lil gal” snatched away from Janet. Some people are saying that Janet smacked her, but I didn’t see it and if she did SO WHAT!!! I have a serious PROBLEM with this little gurl going on Twitter sharing their FAMILY BUSINESS with the MEDIA. This family has always been private, and its not fair that Paris…. *this generation of kids*, come along and make what’s PRIVATE…..PUBLIC. Which makes the family…brothers and sisters how to somehow clear this up… when in the past if something comes up, they can just keep it in the family and in the end it works itself out.
This family is very FAMOUS, people LOVE to say….. “they have issues too”… YEAH OF COURSE THEY DO…….but at the same time they love to MAGNIFY it. They have to be very careful of what Paris and any other cousin, or young sibling put out there to the media. There are PEOPLE WAITING TO DISSECT what’s going on in this family, and Paris have no idea how serious this is. Its crazy for her or anybody * especially the younger generation* to come along and tear down the family name that has been in GOOD STANDING for many years. It tears me apart to see that Paris has easy access to the MEDIA that clearly has NO LOVE, to her or her family. All they want is the gossip, THE STORY….THE DRAMA. And what she clearly doesn’t realize is that no matter what she says AND LATER DELETES…….SOMEONE ALREADY has it saved in their files. I hope she learns a lesson real soon on FAMILY BUSINESS.
I am very good when it comes to children. I raised a very, very successful 25 year old daughter as a single parent. I’ve worked with them many years tutoring, by having my own Youth group Raisingurls to Women, and working in a elementary school for 7 years. If I was a family member and was in position to speak with Paris, this is what I would say…..
STANDING directly in front of her GIVING HER DIRECT EYE CONTACT: I would say……
Here’s the deal Paris… in this FAMILY *pointing to the ground*, we are very PRIVATE. We don’t get on FB, Twitter, BLOGS, and we don’t discuss or ANSWER QUESTIONS to the MEDIA at all about what goes on IN THIS FAMILY. I understand that people are going to ALWAYS ask you questions, AND THATS GOING TO HAPPEN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE…..but WE don’t do THAT HERE. We are a family that’s PRIVATE…. and we handle our family business amongst our selves.
At this point, she’s going to NOT REALLY gasp how serious this is, because she really doesn’t know the effect her dad and family has had on many people all over the world. I would say to her……I know there are a lot of things you don’t understand……*and that’s fine* but you have to understand that the MEDIA has NO LOVE for anyone of us during this time of all our lives. I would tell her, you have to be careful of EVERYONE…. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW ….and especially while you are growing older. I would tell her this FAMILY has a lot of EXPERIENCE on the MEDIA and how they report things, how they twist things, and how they SEE THINGS. AND LASTLY….. I would say to her, if you ever in your life as long as you LIVE snatch away from ME……its GON BE ON …..AND POPPIN. Do you understand ME? Then I would ask if she had any questions…. and whether she likes it or NOT… I WOULD MAKE SURE she gives me *we give each other* a HUG AND A KISS.
I know people, and I study people…..guess it comes from my gift from God to UNDERSTAND OUR YOUTH probably more than MANY adults. I say this….. if they don’t stop this little gurl now, while she is at the age where she can learn and gasp just how serious THIS IS…..She can be the one who grows up write a “TELL ALL BOOK” and cause so much damage to this family name. She knows a lot and if she ever get a hold or even understand JUST HOW MUCH POWER SHE HAS…. she can either build it up, or tear it down. Somebody has to step in and talk to this gurl. She is only feeling normal in emotions…..but they need to show her how to control them and not to take to FB, Twitter or any Media outlet, because people are being PAID to get the goods on this family and others.
I hope this was/is a lesson for us all. Especially ME.
Be Blessed
Cree
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
