Open up and let it flow – Kimberly
Your love and money, honey’s so pay attention. Kimberly
Solar Eclipses bring endings and Lunar Eclipses are new beginnings, solar eclipses are looked upon negatively which is not the way to look at it. With death is rebirth, a new way of life, the not so good is exposed and eliminated, endings of all types occur because it is time to flush your life and we do exactly that. Solar Eclipses may appear to bring much pain and endings but then there is the wonderful happiness and new beginnings. Kimberly
My son is an Aquarius and the stars speak to me in part about him. Kimberly
I have a Pisces moon, the moon sign rules the emotional self. Kimberly
I have Sagittarius rising, the rising sign leans heavily on how others see you. Kimberly
He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes. (Proverbs 13:24) Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying. (Proverbs 19:18) Both of these verses appear in the Contrast of Goodness and Evil. From the Warnings and Instructions come the following four verses:
Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him. (Proverbs 22:15) Today’s debate over spanking as discipline or punishment rages as never before. Proponents of spanking quote the adage, “Spare the rod and spoil the child,” as though it were actually scripture from the Bible.
In truth, it is not. The adage is an adaptation from six verses from King Solomon’s book of Proverbs: Withhold not correction from the child: for if thou beatest him with the rod, he shall not die. (Proverbs 23:13)
Today’s debate over spanking as discipline or punishment rages as never before. Proponents of spanking quote the adage, “Spare the rod and spoil the child,” as though it were actually scripture from the Bible. In truth, it is not. The adage is an adaptation from six verses from King Solomon’s book of Proverbs: 15
The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame. 17 Correct thy son, and he shall give thee rest; yea, he shall give delight unto thy soul. (Proverbs 29:15, 17) You will not find in the Bible the exact words of the “proverb” you hear today.
Instead, you will hear King Solomon’s contrast of good and evil and his warnings and instructions. Consider the message of the verses. In 13.24 you find that if you do not discipline your child, you hate him. If you love him, you discipline him when necessary. Author: Ann Marie Dwyer
My sun sign is Scorpio and deals with the real being, the inner me. Kimberly
Today was a good day, I actually was able to consume food and keep it down, yip the fuck eee. Why haven’t I been able to digest and eliminate? The flu, three weeks of the bubonic flu-the mighty resistor to antibiotics and stress. I’d say I’m a bit stressed, ya just a bit, got a kid that wants to see me rot in hell because he’s pissed at me for slapping his dumbass for being involved in a drug deal gone bad, real fucking bad with $420.oo of my money he stole and he turns around goes to school and tells the principle I slapped him. That useless piece of fumunda calls the fucking cops and when I go to the school to get the kids, there she is in all her fucking plastic glory, Ms. Social Worker extraordinaire who approaches me with her “I am black woman and I roar” attitude and says to me “I warned you and the police are coming to take your kids away” what a fucking cunt, the nasty kind that drips.
It took all I had not to slap those boot lips and watch her hang from the wall, what the fuck? These people are supposed to help me? Some fucking help, sarcastic better than you white trash, attitude. I do not have attitude towards people of color as we all are of color, it’s just a different one. Detroit is majority, poor blacks but that is changing except for the employment situation. Wayne county is the home of a large community of people of color but they are now coming to the burbs and a lot of “crackers” are moving to the city.
Why is this happening? Dynamics, all about dynamics-nobody has money in Detroit, the schools suck and people like Kwame the Swame drain the city’s finances. People of color come to the burbs and live in low-income housing or apartments while their kids benefit from my tax dollars. You don’t own a building you no pay taxes, they got the game down and they pop out kid after kid for an extra $100.00 a month from welfare.
Nature is of born and die, that completes the circle of life and these kids shoot each other like their popping chewing gum. Kids today are rude, disrespectful, have bad attitudes and want it all right fucking now. How do parents deal with this? Go by the kid whatever they want and tell them to go play with their new gadget so the parent doesn’t have to deal with the kids. It’s a real sweet place to live, this earth of ours. I do not believe the world will survive our youth’s hand of shit involvement, no the world is going to be destroyed by the hand of man eventually.
May days have been long and tedious but I’m movin’ and groovin’ in the right direction, that is one thing I am sure of-the only thing I am sure of. I took a drive in the country as I usually do during troubled times in my life and drove by my dad’s to pick up the printer I bought him. Doris came out of the bedroom with those cheesy ass pink rollers in her hair which were obviously wound to tight. She had a cocky attitude and asked me to sit down which translated into get the fuck out. I politely refused her offer as my back has been really hurting bad, so bad I’m poppin’ Norco 6x a day. I told her I was in the area and stopped by to pick up the printer as mine had taken a dump. She said no one had touched it, which was quite obvious and also obvious was the filth in that house, she said she hadn’t had time to disconnect it as she had just returned from Chicago.
I asked if she had a good time and she said yes, I said I was glad and she needed it and don’t worry about getting anything done, time and your head will tell you when to do what. I disconnected the printer and tried to locate the wall jack for the phone and could not in all the filth, at least I attempted. I told her I had a dr. appointment and had to run, grabbed the printer and I was gone-got in my car drove down the street and pulled over busting into serious laughter. As I sat there I thought to myself, wonder with all my sweetness if the bitch was in a diabetic coma, she wanted to dance so dance we shall.
tomorrow is phone day, call the adult social services, the building inspector and locksmith, if all works out I will be downtown Monday at the probate court and get appointed as administrator of my dad’s estate and if that happens, the first thing I do is go see my dad’s accountant and get a copy of his tax return which was signed by Doris as legal rep, not a very bright filament in that bulb for sure. It’s called forging docs, govt doc and when I have to refile the return the IRS is going to see that she forged and misrepresented herself. Hmmm, think the IRS are gonna want to talk to good ole’ Doris and that will not be nice about it I guarantee it.
Next order of business, empty and close bank accounts, my dad is the main and she is secondary-to bad for her all the money will be gone when she comes home, the house emptied, tax return refiled and yes it’s a beautiful world. Should I feel bad because I’m having her removed from the home, home torn down, no money in the bank? Nope, no siree as I tried to get the trust and she wouldn’t give it so I have no choice but to assume their is no trust and will act accordingly.
possession is 9/10th’s of the law and she is not going to have a pot to piss in or window to throw it out of, literally. She should have learned by now I am my father’s daughter past the bone, marrow and straight to the DNA. If I can help you I will doesn’t matter if we are friends for a week or just acquaintances, I share what I have – be it my home, money, food, clothes or knowledge and what really fucks people up is how sane I am for crazy, how smart I am for crazy and how compassionate I am for crazy. I take my form of crazy over this world’s idea of sanity any day, any day at all.
The biggest problem I have is what am I going to do with all the damn gold and silver? Seriously, I have no clue what to do with it, it won’t be held in any institution and my home I don’t feel comfortable with it here even though I have a 400 lb. safe. I really do not know what I’m going to do with it, but one thing is for sure no family, scammer, friend or indian chief is getting it, no damn way Jose’, walked that road of ignorance enough times to know I’m not walking down it again.
Most people would be over joyed with the cash, gold and silver but I am not, I find no comfort in it what so ever and that is why I’m spending every dime to help others, that way I have nothing anyone could want except my love and to love me, now that’s a beautiful thing. This all could have been avoided if someone would have sat down and talked to me and gave me the trust but no, so guilt, shame or feeling bad isn’t in the cards, not in this hand at least.
I told her I had to go back to Florida on the 28th for court to fight the on going battle with my sister, it’s a beautiful thing that some people are so damn ignorant. She leaves for Alaska the 29th but will get visits from adult family services as well as the building inspector, yepper the day before she is to leave, enjoy your trip and may you fall over the balcony, piss of a whale and become whale bait for all I care.
It is said that church and state are separate, if that is the case then why does it say “In God We Trust” on money? Kimberly