Tuesday, May 15, 2012
It's been a while...
It's been a minute since I've posted something to this blog...as you can see...my many attempts at regular blogging have all fallen by the wayside. I don't know what it is...I just can't be consistent.
Anywhoo....I have completed many projects and started new endeavors since my last thread about the African Flower baby blanket so I'll collect those pic updates and post them later on this afternoon.
*knocking off the cobwebs*
Maybe being motivated by the ladies in Keisha's Krochet Korner will prompt me to post on here more regularly. LOL...we'll see!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Once again....it's on
We shall see how this goes now that you are so easily accessible to me.....an app on my phone to be titillated at any hour whenever a thought may come to me.
Shall I stay here or go to WordPress...don't know yet....but let the foreplay begin.....
~TLC
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Yesterday's sunset
I know I'm in a season of my faith being tested and strength and at the same time but it is pisses me off that thing seems to be going so well for him and I am living in the aftermath of the chaos that he caused.

It's a new day!
Being able to use this phone may be useful by helping me to just say what's on my mind when the thought hits me
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
5 Generations from Slavery
Well last night I was obviously caught up in the emotion of the moment. I woke up Imani so that she would have her own memories of this time to reflect on as she progresses on her journey of history in the making.
Roscoe's son, Reginald grew up knowing these things, but for the first time, 3 generations from slavery, his reality and future was far different than his father's. He was a child of segregation who was a trailblazer in the fight for intergration. He busted the doors wide open as one of the 1st black student athletes at Pecos High School in Pecos, TX. Intergration robbed him of being Valedictorian at the all black school, but true to his personality, that did not stop him from being named Salutatorian of his all white class at Pecos High.
He and 2 of his 3 siblings were the first in the lineage of our family to attend and gradate from college (Huston-Tillotson College...now University). He and his brother Charles even went farther to obtain professional degrees. Reginald a Doctorate in Dental Science (DDS) and Charles a Medical degree (MD).
Reginald's children, Tisha & John, 4 generations from slavery are part of the 1st generation of those who were not told "No!" as their parents were. This generation did not encounter "White Only" signs. Their experience has been more covert. Gone, somewhat, are the white hoods, from open view & display. This generation experiences the struggle in the boardrooms of corp america. But this generation has seen success unlike any their parents could have ever dreamed...but the cost has been too high.
Keep the faith & be encouraged
By TLC InTX - Mar 20th, 2008 at 2:41 pm EDT
Keep the faith and be encouraged all who work towards the perfection of our
union.Although we do not know specifically what he did and the name isn't
spelled exactly the same (Barak), in Hebrews Chapter 11 several men were
mentioned who exhibited a great faith.
v. 32-34 "And what more shall I say? I do not have the time to tell about
Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel and the prophets, who through
FAITH conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised;
who shut the mouths of lions, quenched the fury of the flames and escaped the
edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became
powerful in battle and routed foreign armies."
v. 39-40 "These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them
received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us so that only TOGETHER with us would they be made perfect."
I am encouraged & inspired by Senator Obama's speech because finally
someone has acknowledged the white elephant in the room, aired our dirty laundry and spoke with eloquence about the actions & events that have stained the Stars & Stripes for far too long.
God bless all of you.
God bless America.I am on my tip-toes filled with unbridled anticipation for what is in store for our family and our country!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
This made me MAD
From Dreams of My Father: 'I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ratiating myself to whites.'
From Dreams of My Father : 'I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race.'
From Dreams of My Father: 'There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And white.'
From Dreams of My Father: 'It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.'
From Dreams of My Father: 'I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself , the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.'
From Audacity of Hope: I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.
To which I replied:
And yet I remain optimistic that there will be a brighter future for us ALL as Americans….no matter our race. Maybe one day Dr. King’s words will be more than just something we reflect on in order to be politically correct during the month of February, maybe they will become the call to action….the cry of humanity that we all can rally around and truly believe in.
To those who call themselves Christians….Christ-like. I charge & challenge each and every one of you to do your part to end the enemy’s reign and to stop this hatred from spreading any further. For it doesn’t matter who sits in the White House for the next 4 years….what truly matters is He who sits on the throne yesterday, today & forever.
~TLC
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.....ending of MLK's I have a Dream Speech
"Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Happy Birthday Dianne!
Me: I live in Hutto
Dianne: So do I
Me: I live in XXXX subdivision
Dianne: No way! So do I!!!
Me: Get out! I’m on XXX Dr.
Dianne: I live on the next street over!!!
Both: Small world!!!
Then we found out that she lives right next door to my daughter’s best friend. Mani had even helped feed Dianne’s cat while she was out of town (Her best friend was feeding the cat while she was away & Mani helped).
So she let me carpool with her all last week and even got SERIOUSLY mad at me when I offered her gas money.
Now I originally made this blanket for my ex’s mom but after praying about it and talking to one of my friends, decided that I needed to make a clean break from that relationship. Anyway he was supposed to have sent this blanket to his mother weeks ago when I finished it. I knew I wasn’t going to keep it and so I gave it to Dianne this morning.
She wouldn’t let me take her picture but here are her hands holding it up *LOL*
