HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
July 28 is the 209th day (210th in leap years) of the year in the Gregorian Calendar, with 156 days remaining.
On this day, 48 years ago, I was born.
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday, Dear me
Happy Birthday, to me.
Love & Peace,
VeeJay
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
My Heroes - What Ever Happened To The Good Old Days
Yesterday, I visited a website, and on the website there was a question posed about heroes. The question asked was, Who were my heroe(s)? Not needing to give it any thought, I immediately answered the question and stated that I considered my parents to be my heroes.
My parents were products of the 1920s and 30s. Nether of my parents finished high school, but they both knew how to read and write. Needless to say, they struggled to make ends meet, but by the grace of God they did, for I cannot remember a time when we went without food or clothes on our backs. We had a roof over our heads, and it wasn't government subsidized. My dad and his friends built our home. No it wasn't much, with three bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room (that also had a bed in it), a den and a bathroom. Three bedroom, you might say is a lot, but my parents had 15 children, but only half was in the home at one time, as there's a huge age difference between the first 8 and the last 7.
But even without a high school education, my parents instilled morals and values in each one of us. It did me proud when the neighbors highlighted this fact to my parents, so I can only imagine how proud they were hearing it.
We surely didn't have a lot of money, so mom made good use of what little they had. She always said, if she had eggs, flour, potatoes, rice and sugar, then she could make a meal. Now mind you, this meal may have consisted of enough starch to make a dietician have spasms, but as my dad used to say, "A belly full is a belly full. Didn't matter what made it full."
No one in the neighborhood had better not catch you doing what you weren't suppose to be doing, or they'd whip your butt, and of course that meant you were in for another butt whipping when you got home. And to top it off, you usually had to go out and pick your own switch too. And you'd better have your butt inside when the street lights came on at dusk, if you knew what was good for you. Boy, I didn't know it then, but those sure were the good old days.
My parents also instilled work ethics in all of us. I began working at thirteen years old, and all throughout high school, I supplied my own needs, as well as help contribute to my siblings needs as well. There was no if, and, or buts about it. Nothing was given to you. Really, there was nothing to give, so you had to work if you wanted to have anything. And I've been working ever since.
Next year, on June 16, 2007, I will officially retire, with FULL benefits, from a job that I've held for the past 30 years. And I'll only be 48 years young. How's that for work ethics? I'm proud of this accomplishment, and I pray I've instilled the same work ethics in my children.
Both of my parents are now deceased, but I pray they're looking down on me and they're as proud of me as I am of them.
Love & Peace,
VeeJay
Yesterday, I visited a website, and on the website there was a question posed about heroes. The question asked was, Who were my heroe(s)? Not needing to give it any thought, I immediately answered the question and stated that I considered my parents to be my heroes.
My parents were products of the 1920s and 30s. Nether of my parents finished high school, but they both knew how to read and write. Needless to say, they struggled to make ends meet, but by the grace of God they did, for I cannot remember a time when we went without food or clothes on our backs. We had a roof over our heads, and it wasn't government subsidized. My dad and his friends built our home. No it wasn't much, with three bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room (that also had a bed in it), a den and a bathroom. Three bedroom, you might say is a lot, but my parents had 15 children, but only half was in the home at one time, as there's a huge age difference between the first 8 and the last 7.
But even without a high school education, my parents instilled morals and values in each one of us. It did me proud when the neighbors highlighted this fact to my parents, so I can only imagine how proud they were hearing it.
We surely didn't have a lot of money, so mom made good use of what little they had. She always said, if she had eggs, flour, potatoes, rice and sugar, then she could make a meal. Now mind you, this meal may have consisted of enough starch to make a dietician have spasms, but as my dad used to say, "A belly full is a belly full. Didn't matter what made it full."
No one in the neighborhood had better not catch you doing what you weren't suppose to be doing, or they'd whip your butt, and of course that meant you were in for another butt whipping when you got home. And to top it off, you usually had to go out and pick your own switch too. And you'd better have your butt inside when the street lights came on at dusk, if you knew what was good for you. Boy, I didn't know it then, but those sure were the good old days.
My parents also instilled work ethics in all of us. I began working at thirteen years old, and all throughout high school, I supplied my own needs, as well as help contribute to my siblings needs as well. There was no if, and, or buts about it. Nothing was given to you. Really, there was nothing to give, so you had to work if you wanted to have anything. And I've been working ever since.
Next year, on June 16, 2007, I will officially retire, with FULL benefits, from a job that I've held for the past 30 years. And I'll only be 48 years young. How's that for work ethics? I'm proud of this accomplishment, and I pray I've instilled the same work ethics in my children.
Both of my parents are now deceased, but I pray they're looking down on me and they're as proud of me as I am of them.
Love & Peace,
VeeJay
Synopsis for my upcoming book, Sacrifices In The Name of Love
I'm almost finished with rewriting my next book, Sacrifices In The Name of Love, so I thought I'd give you a brief synopsis here and see what you think.
As teenagers, how often do we heed the advice our parents give us? Better still, how often does their advice cause us to do just the opposite of what they tell us to do? Well, its no different for teenagers Trey Martin, a black guy, and Tessa Phillips, a white girl, who are neighbors in a small Louisiana town in, Sacrifices In The Name of Love.
Sacrifices In The Name of Love, is a coming of age story about two teenagers, Trey Martin and Tessa Phillips, who like most teenagers, gives into desire and partake in the pleasures of the forbidden fruit. But before long theyll realize there is a high price to pay for their pleasures, and will give truth to the saying, Whatevers done in the dark will come to light.
When Trey's family move next door to the Phillips, Tessa's father, Don, a self-professed racist, openly objects and spews racial threats and insults at the Martins, hoping to deter them from moving in and exposing the secret hes been harboring all his life, to no avail. Tessa is aware of her fathers racist beliefs, but they arent enough to keep her from desiring Trey. Tessas mother, Delores, idly stands by her husbands side, all the while harboring secrets of her own.
As Tessa's desires intensify with each passing day, Trey discovers her watching him, and so begins their afternoon trysts. Eventually they get more than they bargain for, and soon find themselves having to make the ultimate sacrifice, all in the name of love. Feeling trapped after her indiscretions are finally brought to light, Tessa hi-tails it out of town to a new life, fearing the repercussions of her actions from her father, thus leaving behind the love of her life, as well as the product of their love. Haunted by recurring dreams that shes needed back home, Tessa returns back to Louisiana after a four-year hiatus and discovers that the life she once knew is no more.
Tessa and Trey's journey will evoke all kinds of emotions from you, as you become familiar with them. They will take you on a roller coaster ride filled sexual escapades heavily laced with love, lust, lies, deceit, secrets, loss and sacrifices. It wont take long for either to realize that some sacrifice come with heartache and pain.
What lessons will they have to learn through the school of hard-knocks called life? Can they forgive each other, their transgressions? With all they endure, can there be a happily-ever-after for any of them?
Please hit me back and let me know what you think.
Love & Peace,
VeeJay
I'm almost finished with rewriting my next book, Sacrifices In The Name of Love, so I thought I'd give you a brief synopsis here and see what you think.
As teenagers, how often do we heed the advice our parents give us? Better still, how often does their advice cause us to do just the opposite of what they tell us to do? Well, its no different for teenagers Trey Martin, a black guy, and Tessa Phillips, a white girl, who are neighbors in a small Louisiana town in, Sacrifices In The Name of Love.
Sacrifices In The Name of Love, is a coming of age story about two teenagers, Trey Martin and Tessa Phillips, who like most teenagers, gives into desire and partake in the pleasures of the forbidden fruit. But before long theyll realize there is a high price to pay for their pleasures, and will give truth to the saying, Whatevers done in the dark will come to light.
When Trey's family move next door to the Phillips, Tessa's father, Don, a self-professed racist, openly objects and spews racial threats and insults at the Martins, hoping to deter them from moving in and exposing the secret hes been harboring all his life, to no avail. Tessa is aware of her fathers racist beliefs, but they arent enough to keep her from desiring Trey. Tessas mother, Delores, idly stands by her husbands side, all the while harboring secrets of her own.
As Tessa's desires intensify with each passing day, Trey discovers her watching him, and so begins their afternoon trysts. Eventually they get more than they bargain for, and soon find themselves having to make the ultimate sacrifice, all in the name of love. Feeling trapped after her indiscretions are finally brought to light, Tessa hi-tails it out of town to a new life, fearing the repercussions of her actions from her father, thus leaving behind the love of her life, as well as the product of their love. Haunted by recurring dreams that shes needed back home, Tessa returns back to Louisiana after a four-year hiatus and discovers that the life she once knew is no more.
Tessa and Trey's journey will evoke all kinds of emotions from you, as you become familiar with them. They will take you on a roller coaster ride filled sexual escapades heavily laced with love, lust, lies, deceit, secrets, loss and sacrifices. It wont take long for either to realize that some sacrifice come with heartache and pain.
What lessons will they have to learn through the school of hard-knocks called life? Can they forgive each other, their transgressions? With all they endure, can there be a happily-ever-after for any of them?
Please hit me back and let me know what you think.
Love & Peace,
VeeJay
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