tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59002086754085625812024-02-19T03:48:51.420-05:00Drippin BuddaErotic tales, poetry, and steamy fantasies, truths...catch this Budda luv I'm drippin giving it to ya rough raw and real.As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-1433768371078475942016-04-23T11:59:00.001-04:002016-04-23T12:01:57.914-04:00Let the music play...music is power <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Growing up i wasn't the most outgoing person and i pretty much stayed to myself and did what i had to do to get through school work and everything else. Didn't have a daddy around to tell me i was beautiful. So this song reminds men that it means everything to a little girl/woman to have the man in her life tell her how beautiful she is. Listen to the words.</b><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>3. Glady Knight, Brandy, Tamia, and Chaka Kahn - Missing You</b></span><br />
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<b>This song holds something special between me and my sister and mother. My sister is still here on Earth but if she wasn't I would miss her and carry on like she would want me to. My mom will always be my big sister girl. Sisterhood is so important. We have to stand strong together in this world of craziness. Listen..</b><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Bonus 6. Mary J. Blige - Take me as I am</b></span><br />
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-45313155537543594652015-11-29T18:20:00.002-05:002015-11-29T18:22:23.145-05:00No Closure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Haven't visited this blog because i moved everything to Wordpress when all the business was going on about the sexually driven content here on blogger. </b><br />
<b>I see myself shutting it down on Wordpress because I'm not one of those popular blogger who people can't wait to see post. I feel like I'm talking to myself most of the time anyway.</b><br />
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<b>I have had a okay year. full of ups and downs as usual. Been trying to change a few stripes though. I'm trying my best to be open to different things lately. I often wonder if people even see the change. I have done better with hiding my feelings around certain people for their sake. That's not my thing.</b><br />
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<b>What i am going through at this time in my life may be normal for some people but not for me. Who knew living right and doing right would turn into lifelong battle for me? Who knew being overcome with love and happiness would put me in a shell? I know I didn't but that's the way the cookie crumbles over here. Sad to say I share a lot of blame.</b><br />
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<b>I really want people to realize losing my mom was very devastating to me. I still needed her. There are things that I didn't get to ask her. I still don't know what the hell I'm doing with these kids but dammit I'm winging it. I see so many take for granted that they still have the opportunity to learn and not judge their mothers. I am a mother so i know the many reasons why my mom had to do what she had to do. Still these thoughts don't fill the voids that overwhelm me from time to time.</b><br />
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<b>Closure seems to be a word that comes across my brain in relation to all these things i don't understand. Whether it's relationships and friendships. I don't think I've done one thing to anyone that I haven't tried to explain my reasons and/or apologize. If I'm wrong I pray someone comes to me and corrects me. I hate when someone has something against me and they tell others instead of me. Thats an act of an coward.</b><br />
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<b>I have closed myself up so tight that I haven't been in a relationship in 3 years now. I miss love. I miss the excitement of dating. I miss long walks and stolen kisses. I just have to be careful in who I give my attention and my secrets too. Everyone cannot handle the things I come with. Life is crazy y'all. I'm gonna keep living and loving those who want it. Thanks for stopping by to hear me whine... it's been real. </b><br />
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-71531120638661361892014-11-30T18:31:00.000-05:002015-11-29T19:12:45.797-05:00As the Budda Flows I & II Available!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The wait is over my friends it is ready to be bought and delivered to you in many ways. This project was special to me because I out my pen down a lot of times and lost my way since I've started this. Thanks to my kids for the time they had to watch me fussing because I couldn't get the font or margins right. I have to say a big thanks to my girl Kali for the editing and the book cover. She is one in a million. <br />
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This group of poems are personal and transparent. I opened a few windows and closed a few doors in the process. I am sure you will notice that this is deep and somewhat heart wrenching for me. Over the past year a lot of sadness has surrounded me. The curtain has been lifted it slightly and I'm ready for what's next. Grab your copy(s) and please feel free to leave a review when you are done. I greatly appreciate it.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1482571803" target="_blank">Lykebudda: Windows to my soul - Amazon (paperback)</a> $8.00<br />
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<a href="https://amazon.com/dp/B00Q0NKEHA" target="_blank">Windows to my soul - Amazon -(kindle version)</a> $4.00<br />
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-33992856229636565492014-07-29T19:29:00.000-04:002014-07-29T19:29:03.605-04:00That Love...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-10845711646643303432014-01-25T19:12:00.001-05:002014-02-22T09:37:31.072-05:00You got the right one.....<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/10864709/?claim=vx747f5n2kx">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><b>So people been giving K. Michelle grief about this song but it is my absolute favorite song by her. All her songs have hella emotion attached to it. I don't really care for the singing for the money type folks. You should be able to relate to what you are singing. "Fuck you and all that, blast me on Twitter and imma blast back" she wrote that from the heart. This video speaks volumes...might be petty but she got her point across. You have messed up with the wrong one and you will live to regret it if you come for me. Most cheaters, deceivers, and side pieces need their ego toned from time to time.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><b>Yeah the lyrics are "ratchet" but it is what every woman is thinking when some lame she used to love tries to make a fool of her. He knows she is way outta his league and he came up just being chosen by her. The ones he chose to play around on her with thought they were achieving some great feat cause he had a go getta girlfriend and still knocking off the ex-gf, baby mamas, and groupie chicks. No you little peons....he picked the right one. The one who wasn't gonna lose sleep, income, or anything else without him. You need validity. She doesn't. He needs to have many women to be important. He faked his ambition, drive, and maybe his love for her. He lost one. This song made me want to blog. It don't have to make sense to you. *smirk*</b></span></div>
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-1057689273959616802013-03-31T23:16:00.001-04:002013-03-31T23:55:06.251-04:00My Day.. Saved again ~ Day 31 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>The day I get saved again will be a day to remember. I have gone through some things this last two years. I have lost my way tremendously. I embraced some things I clearly should have let pass me by. I acquired some things I can't shake. I increase my pain and didn't chose my intuition over my trust. I have failed my heart and increased my stress. I have not honored my God in a way to be proud of. </b></div>
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<b>I'm ready to get back on track. Not cause I've hit rock bottom. Its because it has to be done or all these many words and phrases and pages won't mean a thing, if I don't get back right with the one who had given me the tools to do right and I took my eyes off the manual. I'm testifying for me. Its my day. Its time to turn it back around. I'm giving myself back to the almighty. </b></div>
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-43530524583099753392013-03-30T19:18:00.000-04:002013-03-30T19:18:27.401-04:00Well done... Day of Days 30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Sitting here i can't say i have met my proudest day. Graduating high school, having my first baby alone, raising both them together, staying employed and independent, writing and publishing my poetry, walking away from many unhealthy relationships...the list goes on.</b></div>
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<b>The proudest day for me in the future is seeing my kids turn to be productive people in this crazy mixed up world. Me knowing and them knowing i went the extra mile for them. Witnessing them not making the same mistakes i have in this life. I'm so proud of them right now i'm getting teary eyes as i type. *Deep breath*</b></div>
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<b>I will be so proud if I leave this life and leave my mark as a honest person who didn't hold back when it came to saying and being who i am supposed to be. I got a story to tell but I'm not ready to share. Throughout this story I have seen god work it out for me By the minute, the hour, the day. Isaiah 41:10 is the quote I'll refer you too. If God see the best in me I need no other persons approval period. I am proud of the woman I have become.</b></div>
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Day 29 What did I do today</div>
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<b>I actually slept til 11 a.m cause i had been at the hospital with my mother all day the day before. she had to have surgery done for some kidney stones and I wasn't gonna have peace unless i was there with her. When i got home I had to feed my kids and get in their ass for the house being a mess. All with heavy eyes. By 10:30-11 i was done. Fell asleep fully dressed and woke up to my son telling me i was sleeping in my clothes. I made a few calls checking on my mom because she was discharged home and i wanted to make sure she was comfortable. It was a very uneventful day that i was thankful for cause I am of course on vacation and supposed to catch up.</b></div>
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-53634803936490893102013-03-29T23:34:00.000-04:002013-03-29T23:34:11.188-04:00Fight No More ~ Day of Days 28<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: walter turncoat;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">My fellow bloggers believe it or not never have had to lay hands on nobody in childhood or adulthood. Verbal fights yes...physical nope unless it was with my sibling and it didn't go past one of em getting mugged in the face. See my brother was the school bully and we were one grade behind each other so no one would touch me because of that clown. Verbally I am an assassin I will scare your ass out of a fight with me. I can fight but I guess it just never gets escalated to that point. I know its been a couple of fellas and ladies who prolly would have loved to snatch my weave off one time but the didn't do it. Nope only fight i'm in now is maintaining my life...that's enough for me.... Fighting for love is overrated to me right now.</span></span></b></span></div>
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when i get off work at 430p im usually talking on the phone with my kids as she makes her way home and I'm on the bus on the way also. Come home chat it up with my kids check over their homework and start dinner if i haven't sat down already. While dinner cooks I browse FB check IG and Twitter feeds. The kids have abandoned me by then. Eat, get my workout clothes on (3x a week) get 45 min in then shower and relax. I do try to put a hour or two into my book with a few stops here and their when i get frustrated. I usually end my night with a prayer and maybe a few tears. I got a few things going on and I'm usually a little misty after I know my kids are settled in. Nothing god can't handle for me. I'm not in the bar too much nowadays and when i do go its usually karaoke or a somewhere where they sell good food. </div>
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My day isn't filled with streamers and confetti but it is mine im just plain old Angie... thanks for reading.</div>
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-2930197616535261632013-03-28T14:20:00.000-04:002013-03-29T22:30:09.095-04:00Just winging it ~ Day of Days 25<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Day i'm planning for...hmmm<br />
I was planning my wedding for this year but that dream tanked, thank goodness i was just doing it in my head. I plan on just going where the wind blows and doing any and everything to keep my spirits up.<br />
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I plan to make sure my kids are covered in case of anything going awry...you just never know when God is ready to take you home. I'm planning on moving out of Cleveland soon as I can afford it and my son is out of high school. I really am not planning for any special day. Just the normal everyday thing us humans do...just lliving life everyday.<br />
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I plan on releasing another poetry book but there is no set date cause im working on this one with extra special care. If you guys would like to purchase my book feel free to go to this link <a href="http://www.createspace.com/3816107">As the Budda flows</a> to purchase... a fan of Amazon go to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1480066788">As The Budda Flows - Paperback</a> and for you E-book-ers <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B53529K"> As the Budda Flows - Kindle</a> and may others just search the book title and my name. I plan on spreading my love to those who appreciate it.</div>
As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-58861784606529518352013-03-26T16:51:00.001-04:002013-03-26T23:16:52.223-04:00 a memorable summer day - Day of Days 24<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last summer there was a concert all old school hip hop artist Chubb Rock, Doug E. Fresh, Whodini, Christopher Williams, DJ Pooh, and many more. When I say I felt 16 again and had a ball with my girls. I'll post pictures i can find...i really cant remember who else was there but it was nice summer day. i'll dig through my IG for the pics </div>
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-81691927365423603442013-03-24T18:44:00.000-04:002013-03-24T18:44:01.500-04:00Overdue ~ Day of Days 23<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>My 21st birthday...Welp lets just say it was uneventful except for some Braxton-hicks contractions. I was actually due to have this little man above on November 25, my birthday is November 24th. Besides sitting at my grandmothers house who i lived with worrying about her i did nothing but eat. She had been admitted because she had issues with her colon and they decided to keep her. Yeah what a bummer. I was already having issues with my blood pressure so i didn't go far from the house except to work. They restricted my hours and made me go on maternity leave the week before. I don't remember most of that day maybe cause it was no big deal to me at that time. I was alone, pregnant, and i couldn't stand the father at all. Nine days later i gave birth to Brandon...my true first love after a difficult labor. He was my present. He is my strength. He gave me a reason to believe in love... Not your typical 21st birthday gift. Here is my gift below at age 15</b>.<br />
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<b>A day with the family you will never forget. A few weeks ago me and cousins went on a road trip to Detroit/Pontiac Michigan to celebrate my cousin birthday. We usually go up there anyway this time of year cause there are two birthdays and plus we like to kick it up there anyway. The itinerary was to go to pole dancing class first and baby i was ready to hop back on that pole. (no pun intended) Our instructors name was Jennifer aka Juicy and she was fabulous. It was about 10 of us there and we all didn't have a shy bone in our body which made the class fun and easy for the instructor. </b></div>
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<b>Our next stop was a karaoke bar/dinner club whose name is escaping me right now (maybe because the manager was an ass) We never got to eat only half our party received their food and the response to why was "This isn't a banquet hall" yeah it got ugly after that. But it didn't ruin the evening. Just wont be visiting that establishment again. Our family that stayed in Detroit had to figure our next move cause we were hungry and ready to party. We went to this club called 4 Brothers and they club owner took good care of our entourage food drinks and we tore up the dance floor. As always my family and my friends that came along had all eyes on em and showed Detroit what Cleveland ladies bring. </b></div>
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<b>We ended the night around 4am and went back to our hotel to rest. Usually before we drive back we go to my cousin Mary house to chill and talk but i decided to head back with my girlfriends so another person could ride with my cousin. I actually loved getting away even for one day. sometime i need to get out of my shell and have some fun. I forgot all my issues that day and just let loose. I love when we just get up and go. I'll never forget and i plan to repeat that trip again. Pictures are below</b>.</div>
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<b> Growing up i was always around my brother Deon and my sister Theresa. We used to make up games and keep each other occupied. I cannot remember anything specific I just know it was with them. Playing any bounce in the street and flag football in the snow was awesome to me. My mom really wasn't focused on us when she got divorced from my dad and moved back to Cleveland. We always were in school, had a roof over our head, and she was there when we left for school. Guess this is why i hesitated to post. Glad I had my siblings and still have them now</b>.<br />
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<b>Saturday is my favorite day of the week...why you ask? Cause it's my off day i get to keep my pj's on and not wake up at the crack to get my kids and up and to go to work. I don't kick it too much so I'm not planning outings. If my kids aren't home its my day of solace. I write i cry i meditate i do me. The kids are usually occupying there time watching TV or playing their games. It's chill day for me.</b></div>
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-65559017578462091912013-03-19T23:04:00.000-04:002013-03-19T23:04:16.232-04:00It's been real Jacobs Field ~ Day of Days 18<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>This little girl already started out as a surprise. I found i was pregnant with her when i went in for my Depo birth control shot. Yeah the doctor/midwife was surprised too. I was 9-13 weeks pregnant at that time you only got the shot every 13 weeks so I'm like wtf!! Me and her dad were not a couple...he was a few years younger than me. I had my qualms about this pregnancy because i already had my 3 1/2 year old son to care for and i really was done having kids...yeah i was 24 and not looking forward to it.</b><br />
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<b>My graduation day from high school was a proud day June 6, 1995. My mom and my sister were present i have no idea where my father was. My brother probably was somewhere getting in trouble and all the rest of the family had excuses. It didn't ruin my damn day cause i was accomplishing something that many people i knew were not. They had dropped out to have babies or work or fuck off. I don't know but i was determined to not go that route. I did wish i had more support there but seeing my momma face as i walked across that stage was enough for me. One of her kids did exactly what she told them to do. Go to school, make decent grades, and not get pregnant. My mom dropped out early to have my brother. She went back after her and my dad divorced and got her GED. I have my South High School diploma displayed in my house even tho my mom tried to cuff it, i felt it was mine to share and i held on to it. My children can look and see their mom did it and so can they against all odds i experienced while growing up. Can't stop won't stop pushing.</b></td></tr>
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As the Budda Flowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034701744387441383noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900208675408562581.post-15148173567033515932013-03-13T20:39:00.001-04:002013-03-13T20:39:49.317-04:00Christmas with My Family 2012 ~ Day of Days 13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b> Christmas day 2012 started with a visit from one of my kids fathers with gifts for both of them.</b><br />
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<b>Christmas 2012 was spent with my sister Theresa in pink and My twin cousins Kay and Lee. We decided to keep it simple and since i was having a hell of a time...a real hell of a time.</b></div>
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<b> This pic above is my daughter and her Dad... i know duh!! Twins. He stopped by to drop off her and my son's gifts with his parents. First time she didn't spend it with him. Go figure! His dad was actually dying from liver failure and it was all bad for him that day. </b></div>
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<b> My daughter and her grandparents that just don't know how to say no to those lil brown eyes and lashes. They better take a lesson from me. </b></div>
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<b>my son and my niece they do love each other they are 2 years apart and the oldest of all the rugrats.</b></div>
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<b> my cousin and my sister funnin around for the camera </b></div>
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<b> The children just finishing up the family tradition of spades and getting ready to be served...they had a little concert and everything.</b></div>
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<b> my cousin Kay doing what she do best...talking on her phone </b></div>
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<b> my sister made a lovely dinner of Cornish hens, baked macnchees, greens, cornbread stuffing, green beans and potatoes deviled eggs and more that i couldn't eat. </b></div>
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<b> My big brother made a appearance this year with his son Deon Jr. Yeah i know he looks like me. </b></div>
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<b>Our mission this year was to continue to keep our children close to each other so they can grow up and be apart of each others life. We didn't find our cousins til i was 15 years old because of course when my father stopped communicating with my mom...we disappeared. It has been nothing but joy to have my cousins in my life. Our children have to know their roots. I didn't have everything i wanted for Christmas but i had everything i needed and that's not too bad. This will stand out as the best because i would rather forget the rest. </b></div>
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