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Just For A Laugh

It is official as the nice man delivers yet another package to my house–I am married to the online shopping lady except she is a man. A man who never liked shopping before. As a woman of a certain age I have seen my hubby of many years have many habits, and this one is one that I could never imagined he would have.

When he had to fill out forms and send them in he wouldn’t order a lot–it took time.  The kids and I would get a few crazy gifts, you know the kind that don’t look anything like the picture. The kind that are supposed to be just as good as the nationally known product.

But lo and behold he is now kind of sort of computer literate–he discovered the internet.  We finally got him to stop opening all of the email he receives, and printing off all of the crazy information that is out there.  He now shops.

You know that lady that buys the purse in all 16 colors, 13 sizes and 14 materials all of which are fake–that’s him.  Need something to help you with a flat tire, ward off attackers, look like a diamond, ruby and/or emerald, whiten your teeth, stretch your shoes, shrink your shoes, kill mosquitoes, and so much more?  We have it.

The delivery people and the postal service know us.  In fact I’ve told them to stop coming to my house.  I run to the door as soon as they ring the bell because there is no need to sign for it, they just ring, drop and go.

The good news is that I’m going to have a great garage sale.  Remember “thisisyourbestyear“. What’s one man’s junk is another one’s treasure–yeah right.

Read in 102 Countries and Counting

Thank you for making 2013 truly a wonderful year. Take a look at the annual report for “thisisyourbestyear”. We were read in over 102 countries!!!!

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 12,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Thanks for coming with us on this journey, and remember “thisisyourbestyear”.

See you in 2014!!!

In Dark Times

On my way out of the door to do the Toro Dash 5k my mentor, my friend, my sister called and told me her son was gone. He had died. There are no words to express my feelings.  When my sorority sister arrived to go to the race we decided to go instead to my friend. As a woman of a certain age and a Christian, I know that death will come to all, but my heart is full of sorrow for my dear friend in the loss of her first born.  We must praise God even in the dark times. To God Be The Glory!

First House

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Our baby is purchasing her first house. She is officially a home owner. Proud day for our family!

Remember“thisisyourbestyear”.

Black People Do Get/Stay Married

Today, August 4 is our wedding anniversary.  It has been 35 years of fun, tears, laughter, children and now grandchildren kept together by love and faith in God.  My husband and I both come from two parent homes in fact we both had two married sets of grandparents.  I can even remember my married great grandparents on my mother’s side of the family.  Don’t believe the hype–just because it’s in the news does not make it the truth.

 

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Remember “thisisyourbestyear”–35 years and counting.

Chasing My Sister

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I can remember my dad telling me to watch my sister. Well on this Father’s Day I’m watching her in the sky hugging him. Happy Father’s Day!  Remember “thisisyourbestyear”.

2012 in review for “thisisyourbestyear”

Thank you for a successful year–“thisisyourbestyear” was read in 75 countries!  I know 2013 will be even better.  Remember “thisisyourbestyear”.  This year don’t make ANY RESOLUTIONS!!! Seriously, just live your life the best you can–“THISISYOURBESTYEAR”!!!

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 3,500 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 6 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Who Bought the Christmas Gifts?

It was the night before Christmas; in fact it was about 6:45 PM to be exact. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse because everyone was out trying to get a “deal” on Christmas presents at the mall. The stockings were not hung on the chimney; they were still in the box because everyone thought the other one would hang them and besides everyone already knew who bought their gifts.

Christmas stockings in a box

The children were up playing last year’s hot video games while visions of the new games danced in their heads. They’re not babies any more, and they probably already knew who bought their gifts.

Children playing with video game 3

Mama was gone and you guessed it—Daddy was asleep on the sofa with visions of Christmas dinner dancing in his head.  I’m almost sure they both already knew who bought the gifts.

Dad asleep on couch with tv remote

When out on the lawn there was a lot of noise, it was the sound of music coming from the neighbor’s sons’ car. I don’t think he was playing anything to do with Christmas. He loves to play his music loud, but probably knows who bought the gifts.

Tot driving

I didn’t go to the window since I knew who it was; I just started to hang the stockings because it’s what you do for Christmas. I plugged in the lights on the tree and smiled to myself. There weren’t many ornaments because it seems the family just didn’t have time to finish the tree.

Christmas Stockings

As I started to decorate, my phone rang and of course I had to answer it. A half hour later, I decided I needed to do something at the computer so the tree would just have to wait. Besides, I already knew who bought the gifts.

Little girl talking on the phone

Daddy is snoring even louder than usual and Mama has been gone for hours. The younger kids have started to get hungry, and they’ve started to bug me for food. I bundle them up and put them in my car and off we go in search of food. As we go, we look at the houses all bright with decorations for miles and miles. They ask me why we didn’t decorate for Christmas this year, and I try to explain how hard it is for the family to get together and besides we probably already know who bought the gifts. The golden arches are lit up as bright as a Christmas tree as we go through the drive thru for our usual. On the way home I hear them whispering about the reasons we should have decorated our house. They begin to tell me how sad they feel because it doesn’t seem like Christmas, and I have to agree. I take solace in the fact that we all know who bought the gifts.

Christmas house decorations

As we pull into the driveway Mama has arrived and Daddy is finally awake. It’s then I decide that we need to finally finish our tree. As I start to hang more ornaments, the younger ones appear, then Mama comes in and finally Daddy joins us. We put on a little Christmas music and do our best to keep a tune. We talk, we laugh, we sing—we are together. Our big overstuffed Santa in all his finery is put out beside the tree.

Family decorating Christmas tree

As we stand back to see the labors of our work, the younger ones are still rambling though the ornament box. They tell us we have forgotten something. As they gently pick up the last ornament and place it on the tree, they smile and tell us they know who bought the gifts. As we all brace for the answer that we know will come, they put on the last ornament. They smile at us and say, “the baby Jesus bought the gifts and Santa Claus just helps Him give them out.”.

 Merry Christmas and remember “thisisyourbestyear” because “He” bought the gifts.

True meaning of Christmas

Olympian Al Joyner talks of Loss

Olympian Al Joyner talks of LossOlympian Al Joyner tells how his daughter Mary saved his life after the death of his wife, Flo Jo.  The entire episode on Oprah's Next Chapter was fantanstic.  If you are a fan of the Olympics, watch this episode before they come on. http://www.oprah.com/own-oprahs-next-chapter/Olympian-Al-Joyner-Discusses-the-Death-of-His-Wife-Flo-Jo-Video 

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Don’t Believe the Hype–Strong Black Fathers Have Always Been In the Picture

Their presence was never in doubt; it was as it should be. They were always there in the neighborhood in every single house. You could see them every day. Most of them left early in the morning while others would just be coming home. Dinnertime was always held around their schedule, and everyone’s presence was expected.

Their jobs were as varied as their personalities. The factories employed some; stores were the employers of others. There were those who worked in the carpentry business and others who could repair any and everything. One even worked for the school system.

These individuals took their faith very seriously even though some did not attend church regularly. They were all Protestants with most being Baptist, one Church of Christ and even one Christian Methodist Episcopal member.

The strong sense of education was instilled in all of them even though some had not received a high school diploma. There were those that had gone to trade schools or learned a trade in the military. Inside this small group was one that had graduated college. Yet they were basically the same. In each of their households college graduates would be produced.

There was the love of sports that could be heard and seen on numerous days. I don’t remember any teams they routed for except the Dallas Cowboys, the Womack High School Leopards and later on the Longview Lobos. If any of them ever played organized sports, I don’t remember– except for the one.

Since it was before the age of central air, the outside was important to all of them. They believed in growing things even though none of them were what you would call a gardener. Some were into flowers, others trees and even others vegetables. In essence our neighborhood was abundant with life that was shared with everyone.

In each house the nightly news was seen. Most were Walter Cronkite followers. In one house though, the Huntley Brinkley Report ruled the news hour. All were very knowledgeable of the world. Voting was not something taken lightly; they took it as an earned honor and did so with gusto and pride. There was not a Republican among them.

Their love of family was always there, but their upbringing did not consist of showing affection in public. They had been taught to be strong, to be the protector, and most of all to be the best provider possible.

Strong Black fathers who headed their households with strength and dignity were abundant on Della Lane in Longview, Texas in the 60’s and 70’s. These gentlemen were good husbands and loving fathers. Very few of them are with us now. To all of them I thank you for teaching the children of Della Lane what “fatherhood” means. I thank you for leading by example, especially the teacher, sports playing, Huntley Brinkley watching, Methodist one–my dad, Quintell Cooper. Happy Father’s Day and God Bless to all strong fathers.  If your father or father figure is still with you, don’t forget to give them a call.  Remember “thisisyourbestyear”.