Land Me on the Pot

Let's start with the flight back home. We flew thru the horrible storms on Wednesday. We shook and bounced for one hour and twenty-five minutes. HECK NAH no more plane rides for me! That was it! I prayed for one hour and twenty-five minutes. Lightning hitting the ground, black clouds. WHAT IN THE NAME!? Needless to say that I got sick and packed with ice to calm down.

Proud of a legacy and heritage! Yesterday, we had a fantastic program at church where the children gave a report on someone in their family that they considered a "hero." Black History is not only Sojourner Truth, W.E.B. DuBois, Fredrick Douglas, Thurgood Marshall. BLACK HISTORY INCLUDES ME! My niece, Brittany did her report on Jerry P Shands an educator and church organizer. Informallyeducated at Biddle Memorial Institute now known as Johnson C. Smith University, his father's (Barry Shands) eye was put out when he was taught to read by the master's children, lost 80 acres of land when he had a stroke on the way to get the deed stamp. I will post her report later.

Essence has peed on the potty twice. No spanking, hollering, etc either. Just as simple as putting on the pot after getting out of the bed. Yes, this may be easier than I thought!

Well Essence is terrifying the computer. LATER!