Friday, March 30, 2012

Lotto Wish List

The Lotto is over 500 Million Dollars and like everyone else that is able to play, I am wanting to WIN. Here are just a few things I would LOVE to do with the winnings.

  • Pay off Scott and I debts
  • Upgrade our wedding (Kim Kardashian watch out... Maybe not that much)
  • Start a Foundation for Single Mothers to motivate them and their children
  • Buy a House or 2
  • Vacation to Italy like I have always wanted to do
  • Take care of my Family (Blood and not)
  • Invest and Franchise for sure

What would you do with your lotto winnings???

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Times do Change

One of my Bridesmaids asked me today if I was excited about getting married and I say yes, especially since I didn't think I would ever be a Bride. Never she said, Why?

My past is not a sketchy one but it was a roller coaster as far as love was concerned. I tried to love and be loved but it didn't happen the way I wanted it to. My last serious relationship was with my daughter's father and that ended very bad for me...Totally broken hearted.

There after I met guys, liked them but some saw me as a friend or the sister they never had... So I did Classic Jasmine and built a brick wall high to the sky over my heart so it could not feel pain.

And then he came along.... Mr. Scott Cameron, the man that would change my life for the rest of my life and slowly but surely he broke down my wall. Believe me, I gave him hell trying to do it but he was persistent and I'm glad he was.

In 213 days, I will marry my best friend. How cool is that.

It goes to show you to never give up on love, cause it will fight for you.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

He is My Man

His name is Scott A. Cameron. He prays like a MAN, leads like a MAN, honors me as his future wife like a MAN, raises and keeps our family united like a MAN, dresses like a MAN, talks like a MAN, thinks like a MAN, eats and drinks like a MAN, behaves like a MAN, learns, cares for, loves and protects like a MAN, aspires to be better, wiser, and more complete like a MAN, makes a way out of no way like a MAN... Why? It's because, the last time I checked..." **how a grown MAN lives - being a MAN means you function as such at all times** #proudtobehiswoman

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

#JusticeforTrayvonMartin

The death of Trayvon Martin, an unarmed teen who was shot while walking in his neighborhood in Sanford, Florida, has sparked allegations of racial profiling and calls for the gunman to be charged.

Federal prosecutors and the FBI will investigate the incident.

George Zimmerman, the neighborhood watch volunteer who has acknowledged shooting Martin, has not been charged and says it was self-defense.

Martin, 17, was killed while walking to his father’s fiancee’s house in Sanford from a nearby convenience store.

Zimmerman first called police at 7:09 p.m. ET with concerns about a suspicious teen in the area, according to 911 tapes released by the Seminole County Sheriff’s Department.

A 16-year-old girl who was on the phone with Martin most of the day last spoke to him around the time the incident allegedly began and lasted until 7:16 p.m. ET, when the call dropped.

Almost immediately, 911 calls began coming in. Police arrived on the scene at 7:17 p.m. Several witnesses called 911 at 7:16, 7:17, 7:18 and 7:19 p.m. ET.


Below are the transcripts of the calls as Zimmerman and witnesses describe what they saw and heard that night:

7:09 p.m. ET Dispatcher: “Do you need police, fire or medical?”

Zimmerman: “We had some break-ins in our neighborhood … and there is a real suspicious guy. … This guy looks like he’s up to no good, he’s on drugs or something. It’s raining, and he’s walking around looking about. “


Dispatcher: “Is this guy white, black, Hispanic?”


Zimmerman: “He looks black.”


Dispatcher: “Did you see what he’s wearing?”


Zimmerman: “A dark hoodie, grey hoodie, jeans or sweatpants or white shoes. He’s walking around staring at the houses. Now he’s just staring at me.”


Dispatcher: “Location?” Zimmerman: “He’s near the clubhouse right now. Now he’s coming towards me. He has his hands in his waistband. He is a black male. Something’s wrong with him. Yep. He’s coming to check me out. He’s got something in his hands. I don’t know what his deal is. Send officers over here.”


Dispatcher: “Let me know if he does anything else.”


Zimmerman: “These a**holes, they always get away. When you come in go straight to the left … when you pass the clubhouse …”


Dispatcher: “Clubhouse?”


Zimmerman: “Go straight in. Oh, s***. He’s running … down towards the other entrance of neighborhood.”


Dispatcher: “He’s running? Which way is he running?”


Zimmerman: “Down towards the other entrance to the neighborhood.” Dispatcher: “Which entrance is that, that he is running towards?


Zimmerman: “The back entrance.” [inaudible]


Dispatcher: “Are you following him?”


Zimmerman: “Yeah.”


Dispatcher: “OK. We don’t need you to do that. What’s your name?”


Zimmerman: “George. Zimmerman.”


Dispatcher: “Do you want to meet with the officer …”


Zimmerman: “Tell them to come past the clubhouse and make a left then past mailboxes and they will see my truck …”


Dispatcher: “What’s your apartment number?”


Zimmerman: “It’s a home. … I don’t want to give that out. I don’t know who this kid is.”


Dispatcher: “I will let them know where to meet you.”


Zimmerman: “Have them call me, and I will let you know where I’m at.”

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Silence.....

Tears.

Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free

HAPPY 40TH COMMON!!!