Trickertreat …..that’s the way we said it when we were kids…one big, long word said really loud. The anticipation of putting on our costumes was too much to bear at times. I’d tell my twin, “Smack me if I get too excited.” Good ol Nay Nay would smack my hand and then we’d both laugh. (Goofy kids, I tell ya.) Finally, it was just about dark and we’d put on our plastic “princess” masks. The sad thing is that the princess was white with blonde hair and my sister and I were black with black hair so there was no guessing who we really were. The plastic masks had to cause some sort of hyperventilation or feeling faint because within minutes, we would sound snuffly and sweat would be pouring down our faces. Yet, we were dedicated to the mission of getting lots and lots of candy. After our brown bags (couldn’t afford the plastic decorated kind) was a little heavy, it was time to go in and…….. do candy inspection. Not just any inspection but the kind where the candy was he...

Whereever I go this goes with me.......(not my hand in the picture). I'm almost embarrassed to admit how it happened. I slammed my own hand in the security door. On top of badly spraining my wrist and hand, I'm sick with a cold. I would laugh if it didn't make me cough. I am beginning to think that I need to invest in a helmet, knee pads or better yet, full body armour. Julie, please pass the hot chocolate and the kleenex! Achoo!

What is passion? It is something that burns within you, deep inside...a desire that only someone or something can quench it....so now I ask you, What is your passion? I have many things that I enjoy but I don't think that they are considered passions. My passion is for.... 1. God -- I fall short often and can't seem to get myself motivated to live the life that He truly wants to live, yet, I am passionate about my relationship with Him. There's no one that can define that relationship since it's between Him and I. He knows the crap that I've been through and how far I've come and with His help, I've made it. 2. My Boo and family -- Their happiness is my happiness. I work hard to know that they are content and secure. I have a passion to keep on going until I feel that I've succeeded in being the person I'm content to be. I'm not talking about the size that I wear or how often I break a sweat. It's all about the feeling I get when I think thr...

I work on the second floor so it's either the stairs or the elevator. When I'm in the elevator alone, I get the strangest desires to turn a flip, jump up and down, push all the buttons at the same time, pick up the phone and prank call maintenance and tell them I'm stuck between floors. Seriously though, when I'm alone on the elevator, it's the perfect time to pull out the wedgies that appear out of nowhere. I was so ready to go home on Friday that I was stir crazy and a bit goofy. I decided to ride the elevator and sing, "She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain". When it stopped on the floor, I acted so dignified and cultured, no one knew anything different. What have you done or wanted to do in an elevator if no one was watching?