Pedicure, pedicure...how do i love thee...

David is a heavenly sent angel!!! He took the day off so I could have a "me" day. Years back, and I mean years, he bought me a gift certificate to have some free spa treatments. Being the martyr that I am I have neglected to actually us the certificate in the way it was intended. I've only gone and had fake nails done (only to gnaw them off by the end of the day, not having them on for more than two day at most). Well time had come and David was sick of seeing me waste the gift.

He is a patient man and does allow me to do stuff most husbands would likely say no way chica. But not David, he accepts me with all my crazies.

Well anyway I love pedicures...just barely discovered them so my advice to anyone who wants it:

Go get a pedicure...they are gifts from GOD!!!

2500 miles....sometimes, just isn't far enough!

I'm hurt. There, I said it. I am hurt and angry. Just I said in my previous post my sister doesn't care if people like her or not...this is one of those times where I dislike her a great deal.

This past weekend my sister, father and mother had the opportunity to finally have a "reunion" with my brother, Marvell. I will admit I was so very envious of them. I was so very excited for myself even though I was not present. I was happy that they were together.

I wanted to be a part of the reunion in any way I could and the only avenue I had available to me was to call. I called once before Marvell, arrived and then my mom called me to tell me that he had just gotten in. I am so appreciative that she thought of me at that time. I could hear the joy and laughter in the background. Oh how I wanted to be there!!! I didn't stay long on the phone before they had to go and visit my dad.

I didn't have the chance to call them again until later on. I called my sister a couple of times and both times she was just rude and in opinion, inappropriate. At one point she said..."He's here, now you can stop calling my phone." That hurt. But what hurt the most was the laughter in the background. I don't know who it was. I just simply said, "Ok." and hung up.

There were so many things she said that just cut. I don't know all that she said, but what I did hear had a lot of racial undertones, I did not like. She was saying things like, I don't like black people, I "talk white". Whatever that means and prpbably, a litany of other falsehoods about me. There was nothing more hurtful than her ignorant rhetoric about my family. I am so very proud of the family I have. I adore my WHITE husband. I love and appreciate my WHITE children. I am grateful for my WHITE family and if they are too WHITE for her facebook page, including me...then it erase it!!!!

I am a better person, mother, wife because of them. I am blessed beyond measure despite what others think. This whole white thing , is speaking volumes in my humble opinion of her own ignorance and got me thinking. All of my years, I have always been the person that I am. I speak well, I don't approve of using ignorant slang, education is paramount, being publicly slothful is a disgrace and taking responsibility for ones actions and situations is how character is made. If that makes me white...then I guess I've been white along.

I know I have to ignore her and those like her, but goodness 2500 miles just doesn't seem far enough, at times.

Nevertheless, family was found. I hope he had a great time in North Carolina.

Here's something to smile about, Aiden and I went to the park and here are some of the shots from Saturday.

I believe the search is over, now the building begins

Ever since I was a little girl I have always known I was really the middle child of four. I knew my eldest half-brother Larry for a little while. He lived with our paternal grandmother in Chicago all of his life. His life was cut short by gang violence. He was a gang member and was killed by the very "family" he had become a part of, be it directly or indirectly...does it really matter.

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There was another half-brother that I never knew personally, but have always been aware of his being. Marvell. Great name isn't it. He was born before me by a few years. He also was born and raised in Chicago. My one and only memory of him, if you can call it that, isn't really a memory of him at all, but of a moment in time. I had scratched up my knee and I recall/remember him being there. I was sitting in a car and getting ready to ride away and he was at the window saying, he hoped I got better...that was it, all I remember. I haven't seen him since.

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Then there comes me. The different one. I have always been the different one.

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The baby of our little quartet is Yolanda, "Lucky" or "Luck" is what we call her. She and I grew up together. Night and day, we are...but love that girl!!!! I do. She is one of those you love to hate but can't because she wouldn't care if you did. She make me laugh and cry and worry. I wouldn't be a GREAT big sister if I didn't love her one moment and can't stand her the next. She is the flavor in our home in North Carolina.
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Well, just a week ago maybe...I joined the facebook community. It is a interesting and fun site. Anyway, I was sitting with my hubby adding people I wanted as friends and blurted out loud, "I'm going to put in Marvell's name and see what I get." David was apprehensive but supportive. I found someone that I thought could be him. I was shocked. I debated whether or not to ask him to be my friend, after all, if he really took a look at my profile he would likely not know who the heck I was, but I hit the link anyway.

To my surprise the next morning...he accepted. I was bewildered. I then thought I should send a message, one on one...for his eyes only kind of thing. It took about an hour to write these simple words:

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I do not want to scare you or to make you uncomfortable in any way...but I have a slight inclination to believe you are my half-brother.Is your mother's name Blonette?

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That opened everything up. We've talked...he's called our dad, our sister and even had a chance to talk to my mom. He is so welcoming and all three of us are somewhat overwhelmed.

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He is taking a very big step...he is going to NC to see his dad, our dad, sister and my mom this weekend. I wish I were there.

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So the building begins.

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I am so grateful for the this gospel I live. Family is so important. You can't get here without some sort of one and you can't leave without some kind of family. I am just thankful that I have a stable and sturdy family. Oh yeah the going can get rough, but hell, why do it alone.

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The family is the foundation of the world, without it the world would not be.

My Faith Strengthens...an Eternal perspective

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

Draper Temple
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I have so enjoyed the last few weeks. Aiden and I had the chance to go the Draper temple open house. It almost seemed like the temple was ours for that moment in time. It was a work/school day and so the temple was empty. That gave me the chance to talk with Aiden about the different room and their significance.

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Since, I have had the blessed opportunities to attend the temple open house two more times...once with David's family and with my best friend & her family along with some new found friends I am excited to get to know. Each and every time I go I learn a little more and I am so grateful for the knowledge I get.

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It brings me back to the day I was sealed to my hubby. It was the best decision I have ever made. Just because we married in the temple does not mean that there are times when things are hard. We fuss and disagree at times not very often now a days, but the knowledge I have in knowing that I made commitment to not only him, but to my Heavenly Father gives me clarity of my "vow". The temple and the blessings I have gained there far out weight any desire to do away with them through the big "D" word. I am sealed to him and our boys for eternity and I would not have it any other way.
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We were adopted by Aiden and he was sealed to us. He is our son for eternity. Nothing can change that. The temple offer so much peace for me. I have a family that I can be with in the eternal scope.

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I am a blessed daughter of a loving Heavenly Father. I testify that the temple is a sacred place. It gives peace. It offers a new perspective and makes things right and complete for me. I pray that I will always be worthy to enter into the house of the Lord. To be able to partake of the tremendous blessing of that great place.

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Hold that pose!!!