Back in tha day…

A Million Mofos could’na told me I didn’t have it my way!

The Boss

God was surely good, wasn’t he? Let the chuuuch say “Amen!”

Havin’ a moment… A little of me…

Thanx…

♥

Happy C-Day, Tif*A*Nay*Nay!~

This post is dedicated to my fav neice, Tiffani Chavon Wright.   Today is her birthday.

Tiffani is special; she has a heart of gold , sometimes way to big for her own good.  Tiff is ‘Momma” to all her lil sisters and brothers (and anybody else who needs her), and always ready and willin’ to help no matter if it means gettin’ out of her bed at dark:30 to handle it.

When I first took the job at Cingular (now AT&T) I came to stay with Tif.  She opened her home to me, and didn’t ask for a thin dime.  Cooked her ass off, tho.

And I know it’s hard to live with someone who is 20+ yrs older than you,  and not want to kill them, but she did.

Her soul is pure and undriven; she loves directly from the ♥, no matter who you be, where you been, and what your about.  Everybody gets two- or three chances with Tif…

::isn't she gorgeous?::

She just special.  And I love her to death.

Happy CDay, Baby Gurl!~

A Good Woman…

A good woman is proud. She respects herself and others.
She is aware of who she is. She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, nor does she expect them to read her mind. She is quite capable of articulating her needs.

A good woman is hopeful. She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true. She knows love, therefore she gives love. She recognizes that her love has great value and must be
reciprocated. If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.

A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance.
She knows that she will at times have to inspire others to reach their full potential. A good woman knows her past, understands her present and forces toward the future.

A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are
merely lessons meant to bring her closer to self-knowledge and unconditional self-love.

This is Tif*A*Nay*Nay…

♥

We Here!

Finally after much to do about nothin’ we made it to Cali.  I can tell you I will never drive to Cali or anywhere else, for that matter, in a 16ft truck!   I spent more time lookin’ at the back of that mofo than anything else, hopin’ that the back was followin’ the front. 

After a lot of bad food and cold hotel rooms we arrived in Merced Ca-where my fam-bam is!- around noon on Presidents Day.   I spent two days in another hotel waitin’ on the apartment to be ready, but settled in last night. 

Kula and Kela were an experience in themselves, since they didn’t like shyt about the ride.  Period.  They resented bein’ ‘shackled’ in their carriers, and since I only let them out when we stopped for the night, they were even more bitchy.     Every mornin’ when we left the telly and they hadda get back into the carriers, Kela  talked dirty  to me for at least 50 miles and I’m sho’ about it.   They are finally settled and primpin’ as we speak…

Thanks to all my online fam-bam n’ thangs,  whose prayers kept Jesus’ hands on the wheel.  You are greatly appreciated.

Now, back to unpackin’ these dayumm boxes…

Medical Mary Joe Wins This Round

::mornin' ritual?::

 

A Merced County Superior Court judge has ordered the California Department of Motor Vehicles to pay $69,400 in attorney fees in the case of an Atwater woman who had her license revoked for being a medical marijuana user.    

Judge Brian McCabe ordered the DMV on Thursday to pay attorney fees to Americans for Safe Access, a  national medical marijuana advocacy organization.     The group filed a lawsuit on behalf of Rose Johnson, a 54-year-old medical marijuana user who had her licence revoked in June 2008.    

Johnson’s problems with the DMV began in  last April, when she went to renew her license.        

Johnson smoked  at night to help her sleep,  because she has back and neck injuries that began after she was rear-ended in 1990, according to the civil complaint.   She moved slowly because of her injuries, which caused a nosey, busy-ass DMV clerk to have the department re-examine her eligibility for a license.    As requested, she gave the department a list of medications she was regularly using.    

 Well – what tha h3ll!    

I would have been so p.o’d.    Really.    

Then, the department held a” hearing’  on June 2 last year,  and revoked her license,  after “determining her nighttime use of pot meant that she couldn’t safely drive a car’.   Then they turn around in February, and made a formal policy, notifying the public that ‘the agency will treat medical marijuana like any other prescription drug”.    Which almost always means that you’d be on the bus.    

In his decision, McCabe stated that Johnson’s license was “exclusively (1st Administrative Officer) and partially (2nd Administrative Officer) revoked because of her medical marijuana use.   Irrespective, the record is clear that both Administrative Officers were operating under the inaccurate and mistaken belief that  the medical marijuana use was illegal.”    

California voters approved Prop 215 in 1996, which exempts patients and defined caregivers who possess or cultivate marijuana for medical treatment recommended by a physician from criminal laws which otherwise prohibit possession or cultivation of marijuana.    

The law is still caught up in drama,  because medical marijuana is still  illegal under federal law.   But federal law had no bearing in this  case.   “The California DMV is governed by state law, so that was not even an issue     Elford (ASA) said. “If they do appeal it, we’ll get attorneys fees for having to fight that too.”    

Americans for Safe Access (ASA) brought a similar case a few years ago for Matthew Vaughn, whose license was revoked after he was arrested by the CHP.    The DMV  revoked his license in 2005, but “decided to”  reinstate it in June 2006 before the case even  went to trial…

R.I.P Sherry…

…just found out that a dear friend of mine passed away on Oct 4th.  Sherry Spruell was a long time friend of mine.  We were friends from elementary school; thru our addiction to crack, and thru our “recovery and re-discovery” of ourselves and our lives….

We spent a lot of time together in both instances. 

My friend knew I was moving back to Cali, and we’d made plans to get together.

Guess she didnt make it.

I don’t have many words right now.   I know that I feel a sense of loss, even before I’ve  gain anything -  if thats makes sense…

I guess I’ll never get to hear that infectious laff of hers; and no one could talk shit like Sherry.  She was just a great person to be around.   I’m glad that unlike a lot of addicts, Sherry was able to repair her relationship with her children and her family.  These are the things that make recovery worthwhile.

I will miss you, my friend.