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I've done some research on Google, but will expand my horizons very soon. It's been difficult to locate sisters and brothers who are in the field. I'm in search of any African Americans, who are in the business of Technical Writing. If you are in it, or know someone who's in it, please leave me a note.
Peace out!
Hey Everybody! Merry Christmas!!
This has been a good X-mas. M-sr and I drove for hours from central New York all the way to O'Fallon, MO. There were times when I did think that I was going to make it, being all cramped in the car and all. T** was her usual self--loud, not wearing a seatbelt, taking off her shoes and pants, and fighting with D** and M-jr. We didn't drive straight through. We stopped at the Residence Inn in Cleveland, OH to spend the night. The room was huge; it was a two bedroom suite with a full kitchen (although I didn't cook) and two full bathrooms. It reminded me of being in the Roney, which is in South Beach, FL. Anyhow, there were two things wrong with the room. First, I could tell that the blankets and bed spreads were not clean. They looked dingy, and one of the blankets had blood stains on it. Second, the room we stayed in was on the 7th floor. From that height, you'd think you'd be able to see some of the downtown area (cause that's where we were). But Noooooooo. We were surrounded by other buildings, and the only sights that you could see out the windows were tunnels of steel roofs and bricks. It was horrible. What made it worse was the fact that the sun wasn't shining. That's okay though.
I called my mom this morning after we came home from church. M-sr's father gave the sermon. He's a minister, you know. Anyhow, my little brother answered the phone. We chuckled at the fact that when he was little, he kept a fish tank outside the house (in Louisiana, of course). In the fish tank, he had captured a single fish. It wasn't any fish, it was a brim (from the lake, not the pet store). Anyhow that brim lived for some time. At least until he added a catfish (from the lake, not the pet store). So a few days went by and then, my brother found both fish belly up in that pool of slimy dark colored water. It was a good conversation. Anyhow, my mom was great, but I didn't get a chance to talk with my father. He had slipped out and gone to their other home.
I also wanted to note that today I thought about Madeline and Brian, and their kids, Becky and BP (my grandparents away from home). Hello all! Hope that you are having a wonderful holiday too!
Isn't it funny how your best ideas come to you when you are doing something (like not writing, but brushing your hair)?
You'd think that we should all walk around with microphones and recorders.
Damn, I can't remember what I was thinking, but I know that it was a brilliant thought!
This has been the longest almost two years of my life. Not only have things slowed down for me work wise, I'm not enthusiastic or passionate about the things that I used to enjoy doing. I feel drained, exhausted, and unsure about my future. I keep questioning that fact that I've done something wrong. That I've made the wrong decision regarding my life style. All in the hopes of doing something that would serve to benefit my kids. I don't know if this is worth the headaches and gray hair (that I didn't have before I moved here). OMG, and the weight gain! I'm just about where I was almost two years ago. This is stress and I say it's not worth it. I'm extremely far away from my aging parents; I'm broke; and if something were to happen to them, I don't know how I'd get home. I'm driniking more than I have since college, and I'm not engaged in the WORD like I should be. I've been told that when you get to a point in life where you have too much on your plate that the dishes start to break. Guess I'm there because things are beginning to fall apart (on the inside anyway). You wouldn't know just by looking at me. Anyhow, I'm going to bed...after I pay a few bills. Can't allow the creditors to start calling. I thought that I was ready for this, but I guess I've been fooling myself. In the famous words of the late Johnny Cochran (who was my homeboy too), "If it doesn't fit, then you must acquit." I shall quietly rescend back underneath my rock.
It is called Hope. My pictures
make me think of who I am.
My second picture is called Nature . 
Nature is one of my favorite pictures I have
made.
When I get older I want to make my pictures into glass models. I like talking about myself it is fun.