Myndbody1soul

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    • Name: Sheyonna
    • Birthday: 5/31/1984
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 7/11/2007

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Tuesday, 25 November 2008

  • Eff moments

    My apologies for not writing on here more often. I have to keep a prayer journal for class, write papers, read text books, come up with arts and crafts projects for my kids, so at the end of the day even if I do have something interesting to say I never really make it to my computer to type it.


    But the kids are sleeping so I can use this time to discuss "eff moments"

    An Eff Moment is when things go so ridiculously and randomly wrong all you can do is yell "EFF!!!!" very loudly in a public place.

    Example:

    Last Thursday I told a friend I would help volunteer at an event for an ASO that I used to work for. The day of the event I was so stupid tired but I drove from Grosse Pointe to Ann Arbor and after working 8 hrs volunteered at the fundraiser. As soon as I got there my friend (who has the tendancy to power trip) was in FULL power trip mode. And was yelling at me to run and do this and run over there and do that so after a few hours I was done putting up with the bull (that I wasn't getting paid for) and left. My gas tank was on E with the light on so I stop at the gas station to fill up and the pump doesn't work. Come to find out, the gas station is out of gas... It's snowing, its almost 10pm,  I'm out of gas, I'm tired, I'm hungry (haven't eaten since lunch and the volunteers couldnt eat the food at the event), and the one gas station near the freeway doesn't have gas..

    I stand in the middle of the gas station and yell EFF!!!!!!!
    and get into my car

    Eff moments have been happening to me every day. Let's take Saturday and Sunday

    Saturday  I fall asleep on the couch, and Will wakes me up to get in the bed. I get up and drop my phone. When I pick it up the screen is destroyed. I let out a minor "oh eff"
    I wasnt too upset because I have insurance on my phone so I figured I can go to Tmobile and just get a new phone on Sunday. Went to Tmobile and these jokers were talking crazy. They said I had one of 3 options
    1. send my phone away and pay $130 copay for another phone just like mine
    2. get a new phone (any phone) and pay 80% of the cost of that phone
    3. renew my contract (even though its not up until 2010) and get an "instant rebate and by instant you will get a refund in 3-4 business days"

    my response
    1. I paid $100 for the phone originally and I refuse to pay $130 when I pay for insurance every month
    2. HA! I am not buying a new phone and paying more than $100, this is stupid since I pay for insurance every month
    3. I'm not renewing my contract, and it's not an instant rebate if I get "the refund in the mail" sir thats a mail in rebate and that is not an option... what is the point in me paying for insurance every month if I have to go through this bull

    I left tmobile with my broken phone and stood in 12 Oaks mall and yelled EFF!!!!!

    Well I ended up getting a phone from my friend Marcus (The exact phone that I have now YAY JESUS) so no more screaming eff...

    Well that is until I start driving home... the road rage is back on...

    lol

    Feel free to share your own eff moments

Wednesday, 05 November 2008

  • My obligatory election post

    I think it only necessary to post something about the election


    Will and I recently moved to Farmington so I had to drive back to Belleville to go vote. So I had to get up at 5am to vote and then drive to work. I thought I was going to avoid the crowd by getting there early. HA think again, there was quite a line at 6am and by 6:30 it wrapped around the parking lot. I was surprised that majority of the people waiting outside were young black people. YAY! After they opened the doors it only took about 30 minutes to vote. Most people were pleasant but there were a few crochety old poll workers getting a lil rude. But thats to be expected. I don't think they have seen that many people at the polls in the morning.

    I lifted my ban on talk radio and listened to all the morning shows on my way to work. And I LOVED every minute of it. Not because of the talk because the talk was really the same yelling about how I should vote and how important this election is... I know all that. But the music that was being played was GREAT!!!!This election has brought out the best music ever! Every station was playing some great inspirational music or old school soul protest songs

    Isley Brothers "Harvest for the world"
    Marvin Gaye "What's going on"
    Sam Cooke "A change gon come"

    etc etc ( I can't remeber the rest but it was good music! finally!)

    What artists from this generation will make music like that? Bobby Valentino, Pretty Ricky, Omarion, Chris Brown?! HA yeah right...

    And then I went to work... and that killed my election day high

    The kids did a mock election and Obama won by a landslide YAY! Which is amazing in the area where I work, because Grosse Pointe is all white and very conservative. This is where it gets bad. Tadhg (my pooping problem child) is eating lunch and his parents stop by to visit on their lunch break. And they ask about his day. He tells them that he voted for McCain but Obama won. And they are all happy for him that he voted for McCain. But then he says (in front of me and in front of his parents). "I didn't vote for Obama because he's black, and I don't like the color black, he's blacker than McCain, I don't like black people". And his parents turn red with embarassment, but say absolutely nothing...

    Nothing at all... nothing to me, nothing to the child. I laughed and walked away...

    I am getting a new job. Contract or no contract.

    I have worked in predominately white areas before. I taught in Ann Arbor and there weren't any black children there. And when kids ever said anything about my skin color it was innocent and cute.
     For example
    Nico (4yrs old) "How did you get brown?"
    My answer " I was born that way. My mommy and daddy are brown. Don't you look like your mommy and daddy?"
    Nico "yep... they aren't brown... I wish I was brown."
    While playing a color-learning game with  the toddler group
    Talking to Liam (3yrs old) Me: "Liam find something in the room that's brown" and he grabs the brown flash card to help him find something brown in the room. Liam looks around for a while and then tackles me.
    Liam:"YOU YOU'RE BROWN YAY!!! You look like chocolate! YAY!" and the rest of the kids in circle time agree and they all giggle with glee that I look like chocolate


    Children are socialized to see color in terms of negative and postive. They don't come out that way. they are shaped by their environments. Tadhg got that from somewhere and whether or not his parents admit it, he got that from them. The kids say little racists things off and on and I shrug it off because they are kids and they honestly don't know any better. But when its said in front of the parents and they do nothing to correct it... thats where I draw the line. 

    I am done.

    Senator Barak Obama is now President Barak Obama...

    Eat it Grosse Pointe...

Thursday, 30 October 2008

  • The Everlasting Life of Fishy Fish

    In August Tadhg won a little goldfish at the county fair. You know the random fish that they give away if you throw a ball into a bucket or a bean bag through a whole. The fish usually die in a few weeks if not a few days so when Fishy Fish (thats what Tadhg decided to name him) became a part of the classroom I thought it was cute and wouldn't last the rest of the week. Fishy fish does not swim he just floats at the bottom of this little fish tank. When you feed him he doesn't move. Every day Fishy fish looks like he is knocking on deaths door. YET FISHY FISH LIVES! It's October and this joker is still alive! I look at that fish everyday and I keep thinking that this day will be his last, but Fishy Fish lives on.

    And that made me think... What is going on today that I just thought would end eventually and just never died?

    here's my list:


    leather pants (I never liked them and I still think their stupid), sagging (seriously I do not want to see your boxers), stupid 80's clothing (when did 80's fashion become cool?!), wearing white socks with black shoes (I saw a professor do this... I was appalled!) lol

    jheri curl (for people to stop rocking the hair style they gotta stop making the product!), braids/pony tails on men (I can't take a man seriously that still gets braided up, locs are great, but some cornrows... no thanks), stupid hair color (I loved dying my hair but seriously ladies, purple, blue, hot pink, or magenta just isn't professional).

    Jokes about Kwame Kilpatrick, Text messages from Christine Beatty (I have to admit I read a few of the newly released text messages), Detroit Mayors committing perjury (C'mon Ken Conkrel Jr!!!! Why did you have to lie on the affadavit?!)


    I would add more but kids are waking up from morning nap

    Feel free to add to the list!



    Feel free to add to the list....


Thursday, 23 October 2008

  • I'm Tired



    So this is going to be a long entry that's pretty much a piss and moan session just to get everything out on the table

    I'm tired in general, I need a vacation and I need it now!!! I don't get a break till Thanksgiving and during that time I'll probably be with family (which is cool) but I still wont rest because I'll be gearing up for finals. UGH!!! I need a least a good week to decompress from all that has gone on in the past few weeks

    I'm tired of moving. I hate moving, it is the most stressful and tedious task ever. Will did a great job of doing most of the packing. I couldn't do too much because I was writing papers and doing stuff for school. But what is pissing me off the most is Uhaul... These jokers have the WORST customer service ever. And then (this part is mostly my fault) they charged me a ridiculous amount. The cost of the truck was around $80 and because I forgot to fill it back up (to a half a tank, I turned it in on a 1/8 of a tank) they charged an extra $140 some odd dollars. I know it's my fault for not fueling it back up but seriously a few gallons cost $140?!?!?! SERIOUSLY?!?!?!That pissed me off. So I gave them the worst customer service review ever!!!! And they called me back and said they will send me a check for $40 for my troubles. UGH moving blows. We still haven't unpacked everything, and I can't find anything. It's just a frustrating process. And I will rejoice when I am finally at a place where I will never move again (or ballerific and able to pay for someone to move for me)

    I'm tired of stupid people. They are everywhere!!!!!! Is there an island where they can all be banished? I promise this election has unearthed the dumbest people of all time (On both sides!). I refuse to talk about politics right now. I'm sick of discussing abortion, I'm sick of talking about Obama/Biden, I'm tired of talking about McCain/Palin, if you don't know who you are voting for by now, vote for Bob Barr (lol) or just stay at home.

    But beyond stupid political people I am tired of stupid church people. I'm not going to give the entire ridiculous story about my church situation, but it ends with me leaving my church. As everyone who reads this blog knows that I'm in seminary working on my Masters of Divinity and a few of my former church members attend Ashland Theological Seminary too. And because I don't want to get in a long dialogue about why I left the church, I usually tell people that my husband (who was NEVER a member of the church) and I decided to choose a church together, so that neither one would feel forced to join the other's church. Most people say "oh okay, that sounds cool". But there's this one dude from my old church who just "feels the need". He feels the need to check me about stupid stuff with the church and he goes to ATS too. So I see him one day at school and he asks why I haven't been at church. I tell him my usual response about me and my husband's decision. He says "oh okay"
    A few weeks go by and I see him again. This time he asks "Did you get permission?" My response "Permission for what?" and this goes back and forth for a while. and he says "Permission from Bishop to leave the  church?" I said "Seriously?! I have to get permission?! I don't need permission to attend church with my husband" And he keeps pushing this whole permission thing and then says "Why didn't your husband just join your church?" My response (because I'm getting real irritated by now) "My husband and I are choosing to fellowship together at a church of our choosing" and that was the end of the conversation. But SERIOUSLY!!!!! I have to get permission to leave a church?! Is this an occult or am I over reacting?! I thought people were grown and can join any church they want. Well yesterday I run into this guy AGAIN. This is his question "Have you joined your new church ministerial staff, when are you preaching?"  My response "Pray and ask God when my next preaching engagement is, I may preach once a year and thats fine by me, and no I am not a part of any ministerial staff." WHY DOES THIS MAN FEEL THE NEED TO BE ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS?!?!?! I could go on for days about this but I'm gonna keep it moving...

    I'm tired of crazy Christians who make it their agenda to criticize everything secular. The secular world is going to be contrary to the word of God and the will of God HENCE THE WORD SECULAR. We cannot legislate Christian morality or ethics. We cannot expect celebrities and musicians (especially those who are not Christians or only nominally so) to be held to a Biblical standard. The purpose of being a Christian is not to pick a bone with current pop culture, but it is to live a transformed life of sacrifice and service to God and the people of God. To show the love of God in real and tangible ways and share with others the gospel of Jesus Christ (and that sharing can be done in many ways, not just a random tract or yelling at people on corner with a huge sign). To me thats what being a Christian is about. NOT BEING THE MORAL POLICE. I heard a Pastor say that Christians aren't police officers. Police officers look for people breaking the law and punish them accordingly. But we are to be Paramedics. We don't care about what law you broke all we care about is making sure you're healed and whole. We are there during the emergency to make sure that you are healed. Why are we so concerened about what everyone else is doing?! You just do you UMMA do me!!! lol

    I'm tired of working with children. I could right more here, but honestly I'm getting tired of typing lol. But what I will share is how the poop situation got worse and is actually getting better. It got worse because Tadhg was supposed to poop on the potty but decided to take the poop and smear it all over himself, and when I attempted to give him a bath he pooped in the bathtub. Worst day of my life... But his parents were super embarrassed and did something (I don't know what) because now he is having completely dry days and pooping in the potty. By they way his parents gave me a gift card for Borders and the book everybody poops as a lil "we're sorry our child is complete jerk and smeared poop all over himself" That was cute. But I'm just tired of children in general. They are so emotionally and physically draining. I love kids, and I enjoy being around them and being silly, indulging my inner child, but I need some adult interaction. I need to have conversations that don't involve the words "potty, lego starwars, or seaseme street". I just can't do it any more.


    whew... I'm glad I got that all out! And as a lil reminder to anyone who reads this: Please don't get all super concerned, I'm not stressed out or overwhelmed, I just had to get it all out and I haven't been on Xanga in awhile so that's the reason for the super long entry



Tuesday, 14 October 2008

  • Children and poop

    WARNING THIS ENTRY CONTAINS A LOT OF POOP  lol


    I need a new job. Actually one of the ASO (AIDS Service Organizations) I worked with last year is hiring for  case management and I sent them my resume and cover letter this morning. Because I can't deal with children any more

    One child in particular is giving me a hard time


    A 3 year old very smart, very cute, very sweet boy named Tadhg
    (Pronounced "like Tiger without the 'er'" he said that lol)

    Tadhg is not potty trained and he is adamantly against pooping in the potty. His parents have instructed me to ask Tadhg to go potty every hour. That is annoying as hell. To stop what I'm doing every hour to help this boy go potty for 8 hours a day!!!!!!!!! And then he never poops in the potty. What he'll do is wait until I'm distracted with another child, go in the corner, poop in his pullup, and then come say "Hey I think I should go potty" and have a pullup FULL of poop which I now have to clean up.


    I didn't know it was this hard to potty train a child. Most children that I've potty trained in the past, just don't like the feeling of being wet or poopy so they gladly accept pull ups and underwear. Or they are so excited about being a "big boy/ big girl" they don't want someone to help them in the potty and cleaning them up. But this kid is the WORST!!!!

    Well I take that back... The worst were these twin 5 yearold boys. YES I SAID FIVE
    who would not poop in the potty. These boys were going into kindergarden the next year and they still weren't potty trained. Well one day  the ish (pun intended) hit the fan.

    They had a few consecutive dry days so their parents put them in underwear and said that they would be okay. Well Jeremy pooped in his underwear and I guess he was afraid of being caught so he decided to take the poop out of his underwear and place it around the preschool. At this preschool we had alot of infant and toddlers crawling around. And I smelled something horrible and thought it was the babies. I checked and all the babies were dry and clean. So I turn on the fan and open window's and doors and try to figure out where this smell is coming from. One of the little girls slipped and fell. I go over to see what happened and I look on  her sock and it's a brown streak on it and brown stuff all over the floor. Yep... poop... We had to throw away her socks a few dress up clothes, quarantine the children in the nursery room, and search the preschool for poop. There was poop in the play kitchen area, poop at the Duplo table, poop near the wooden blocks, poop on the magic arch, and poop on the circle time rug...

    I can't go through that again with Tadhg. I hate changing diapers, but I can tolerate that some because it's a baby, but changing the pullup on a child that can put on his own shoes, zip his own coat, and count to 30, spell perfectly, and uses words like redundant. NOPE! I just can't do it any more. His mom and dad need to come up with a better plan of action with this kid!

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