Ryan's the Lunch... Review

Think about it... I am so hungry can't wait to eat. I've been cleaning up all day even went to the Church did a little cleaning there. I have worked up a huge appetite, just driving down the road on my way to the biggest meal of the day. I have arrived at my destinations with time to spare (for the lunch price LOL). I am super happy because I paid for the lunch price but I am able to eat the dinner option because the lunch and dinner shifts are changing. Steak baby oh yea... I am looking around the dining room to see where would be the best seat to see everyone but very accessible to the food.

Hello, I greet my server as she says hello and checks my ticket.  I proceed to answer her question Yes I would love some hot dinner rolls, please. I reach in my handbag for some sanitizer for my hands. All ready for the biggest meal of the day, I nod to agree with my fiance to pray over the meal soon to come. Once the prayer is completed, he allows me to get my plate first and he stays to wacth over our sleeping little prince.

I am truly excited, I grab a plate from the stack of plates and canvas the bar to see whats there to pick. I got some fluffy white mashed potatoes with dark brown gravy, bright yellowish/orange mac-n-cheese, not to forget the rich green beans (you know for color). Went to sit down to get my grub on and allow my mans to get his plate. I am by now digging in this food hard, Tony(my mans) comes back with those mac-n-cheese, green beans and two huge fried chicken breast. I told him babes something looks funny about the chicken. The chicken had two different skin colors as if the chicken had been fried at one time during the day and then they took the chicken that was left over from earlier cooked it again.

I am super mad by now because I am just over restaurants being nasty, cheap and having no clue about customer service. He was mad also, but him being a REAL HUNGRY MAN you know he ate it anyway. We took turns going back and forth because we paid so we ate the food. Dessert time I went to get some apple pie with ice cream... FOUND IT!!! It was hot with the apples oozing out from the crust. I kept saying to myself YEP THEY DID THIS RIGHT. I turned the corner to the ice cream dispenser. Poured some vanilla ice cream in the bowl next to the apple pie.

Walking away I grabbed a spoon from the silverware station to find a dirt spoon on the first try. (Someone isn't polishing their fair share before and after their shift). I grabbed the second one hoping not to be disappointed. I sat down to enjoy this soon to be tasty treat. I took a bite it was burnt. The horrible taste of reheating or allowing the pie to over cook.
By this time I am mad...I am completely through this particular establishment. Tony and I vent on the situation a few minutes more. We gather our things and we left...
So if you are every in the Georgetown area and you are hungry think twice about stopping in to Ryan's on Frasier st...

TGIW...Thank God it's Wireless

So as of yesterday (6am)... A log trucker was bring in his normal trailer, when he some how took down three light poles. He was about to deliver his load to the International Paper Mill (Georgetown, SC) located near the Maryville Bridge. When this occurred he took out the cable/telephone/Internet service to about a third of the city whom have service with this company. The City of Georgetown is trying their best to fix this problem.

I've been so happy for wireless because I have been wacthing old episode of House on YouTube. Also have been chatting on Skype with some friends. This has really put an damper on the City of Georgetown because we are a very small town. The most excitement is a trip to the local Super Wal-Mart without having to drive forty-five minutes to Myrtle Beach for some fun. Those of you that are from a small Moms/Papas areas you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Anyhoo, later today my Fiance and I took our son for a walk when noticed there was a Block Party for Christ. A Youth Smack down...Taking it to the streets hosted by Pastor Jonnie Mae Tisdale. An event to outreach to the children of the city, to let them know that Christ loves them no matter what. A very positive event,  with gospel music, TDK mime group ( 3 young men in Christ), food, prizes, and even Positive local role models. Some police offices from the city came to spread the word of the reality if the law is broken. Stressing stay in school and saying no to drugs by using a clever slogan to "Cross the street."

1. You must stop an realize that this is a wrong decision by allowing this person to influence you
2. Look at the person, confirming that you could presented yourself just like them
3. Listen how sweet the person is phasing his words to pressure you in to taking
4. Proceed to cross the street, Knowing that you made the right choice to Say No

Likwuid, was the special guess of the evening. She is a beautiful person inside and out for taking her time out to share her passion of music with us. Giving us a short description of what it takes to be in the music industry. She performed a few of her hits from her album " Gummy bears & Champagne" which was speechless. The message was a positive rap but entertaining at the same time. She was very down to earth I'm just sad I couldn't get a chance to talk to her or get a picture for my blog. (just alittle tied up with my son) Of course I still enjoyed myself.  So if you have never heard of her please go and take a few minutes to check out her website http://iamlikwuid.com/  you will become a fan just as fast as I did. Please go...

Soon after their was a pastor that gave an awesome sermon to encourage the youth of the city but the adult could also relate and use it for themselves. The sermon was "Its not going down like that" in a nutshell telling the Devil/Satan what have you.. that just because I have you've knock me down  before in life, I still have one fight left in me. So you guessed it that "Its not going down like that", also stressing that you can continue to fight back by coming to church just the way you are. Fighting him back by reading your bible, praying, fasting(surrendering something to God), and pure dedication to Christ asking for forgiveness. The message was awesome, the pastor himself was  twenty-nine years old, having him to bring the sermon to us was evening more uplifting. Letting the youth know that its OK to Love God and be young at the same time.

I just had a blast and to think all this came about because I had no cable/Internet/phone. It might sound weird to some but I'm glad that the City of Georgetown could not fix the problem today. We absolutely enjoyed ourselves had a full stomach with good ole' BBQ, fun outside of church and I even one a prize. For those that live in Georgetown and did not come out you have truly missed out on a treat. I have put some pictures below of us out there. I was having to much fun to really take pictures for the blog. I pray that you were touched by this entry and hope maybe something like a Youth Smack down will come to you but will out the since of taking out three light poles to get you to go outside.

What's Right with the Eagles?

Micheal Vick

Whatever happen to giving someone a chance to show what they got. Winning isn't everything in the normal world. In the NFL realm the Superbowl is all the matters. I think that the Eagle's Representative had this in mind. Of course, we all saw the wonderful plays that Vick brought to those few games. That does not mean that he will take them to the Superbowl. Regardless of the fact the Kolb had an injury I think that its wrong to bypass the fact that he was a 2nd string QB behind McNabb. Reasoning's for trading McNabb right? Kolb was suppose to be the future and now that Vick came in to fill a few slots in the plays. They cave in to flashy talent instead of what the team had nurtured and molded for these past four years.

Kevin Kolb



What effects will this have on all the young (Little Leagues) guys that admire each of these players. ESPN has stressed enough on the issues, so the word is out what Andy Reid has decided on. I think of value of true ethnics/morals has been tossed up in the air as if it were an hail mary. In the instance of Reggie Bush, giving back the Heisman awarded... most thought he won it by his stats. So, there was no need to return the award but Bush knew that it was not the right way to obtain the award. Everything was right in the stat but the morals behind it was shady. So my question is... Why can't Reid see that this somewhat similar?

Did Reid forget that he named Kolb the starting Quarterback? I know for a fact that he did not forget because he had to reassure himself that this was the right swicth. I hope for Kolb's sake that they regret their decision. I know that Both players are devoted, strong, and sincere quaterbacks that have a true heart for the game.

I hope for the sake of the Redskins that this plan backfires and sends us to the Superbowl...LOL All Hail the Redskins

LETS GO!!! SKINS LET'S GO!!!





Dread locs

There mine, all mine, had some hardship to obtain them but would not change a thing.

My dread locs... are very distinct in size, warm with every coil that contain beauty. Loving the way it hangs, dangles, and block my line of vision in my face. Oh how they swing back and forth in front of my eyes. Black and honey brown they make me more distinct from every other woman connected to their beautiful locs. Just the perfect accessory for my look. My dread locs are not yours, each one is different. Some days they are free to roam in the collar of my shirt. Other days I have them held hostage in a ponytail. Occasionally they are tangled in my glasses. Always keeping my fingers in my locs. Though they took their time to mature from funny to bad hair days to wearing warm fuzzy hats. Day by day looking even better. My dread locs as I lounge around relaxing I rest my head, they to rest along my pillow as my boo runs his fingers to show them love. Sound good to bad you don't have my locs, walking with my head held high they glow in the morning's sun. I would just dread to unlock my dread locs.

***If you have dread locs you know the joy of locs***

Keep going for those of you that have just started your journey to lochood. Its a wonderful thing when your locs are mature. The true test comes while transitioning from stage to stage but you will never look back. Snap Snap Snap pictures are your friend til the end. It shows you of all the growth that has accumulated and the different stages will give you that boost to continue. Don't get me wrong, its hard to keep going when you feel that this is to much and why did you ever decided to go for the natural look. You can do it...
You can do it...
You can do it...

LOC ARE AWESOME...MY DREAD LOCS

Mirror, Mirror

When I looked at myself in the mirror today, what was the first things I thought?

The first thing that came to mind was uh, OMG I need to get rid of this morning breath. Soon after taking care of my morning rituals of beauty. I start to coach myself into a wonderful day. Yep that's right, a wonderful day. I shout to the mirror trying to stay focus without laughing because my serious face looks really Sci-fi. I yell you are beautiful, regardless of that tiny pimple which will be huge my noon. Your a Lucky woman to have a man that loves you for you and a beautiful son that adores your silly faces. Then I got sidetrack because I left toothpaste in the sink, so I began cleaning like a Pine-Sol spokesman. Anyways, I began tiding my hair putting every loc back in place because as usual with an four month old I get as little sleep as possible. Well now that my hair is fine, just too cute ( kisses your a cutie pie) lol. Fresh breath CHECK, pep talk CHECK, locs are in place CHECK, and now what...? I become serious and take time to enjoy whom is staring back at me in the mirror. I needed myself to know that everything is going to be okay no matter what. I encourage myself by saying that I've made it this far as being a first-time mother and my kid is still alive so I'm doing something right. I just stare deep in my eyes, wondering what will be stored up for tomorrow? I'm free to express what I see in the mirror regardless if I'm having a good day or bad day. I shake the morning jitters off, blow myself a kiss as my son cries for his morning feeding. Let the games began....

Strange Encounters

Just the other day I was walking. Came across this young girl who began talking I sat down next to her waiting for the local bus. She began looking my way and asked me "Do you have trust?" This was odd coming from her. I mean how often does this question come up from a total stranger. Anyways, I responded with "Of course", she replied I'm in danger. About this time, I am alittle uncomfortable and wondering should I run while I had the chance. I asked her why, she answered saying to herself am I, am I capable. I began looking at my wacth like look at the time. Thinking to myself I knew I should have ran when I had the chance. Can I, will I, should I, whispering to herself, so I interrupted "whatever it is you are a worthy dime." By this time the vibe between us became cold, weird, just down right unethical, and creepy. Finally, the time had come for us to leave, we gather our things and proceeded toward the bus. First thing is first, I am thinking should I sit alone or be brave and sit down next to her. Yep you guessed it. I sat down next to her, asking are you going to let me know what is going on? "Even if I do, it will always show" she responded. Until this point I have been playing the good Samaritan, truthfully I am becoming angry. Confused I began to listen, yea yea yea, thinking to myself it has to be another love story. She began telling her story about how she was an abusive relationship with her boyfriend. She told me how wonderful he was when they first start talking. He was the king of romance but later he changed in the worst ways. I asked her when did it change what happen. When his mother was terminally ill a few years ago, treatments that she was taking just wasn't enough and she later died. Right after his mother died he went through this depressed state of mind. He stop going out, doing nice things for me, and he even stop being intimate.An abrubt stop, I was thrown back into my seat, some kid waited until the last minute to announce his stop. Continuing to tell me her story, one day I said something jokely to him. He jumped up came charging at me and started choking me. Scream "Don't you ever disrespect me." He left me alone after walking away mumbling that "Now that mother is dead, there is no reason to respect woman." So interrupting her, I asked "It that when he start abusing you?" Yes she replied with fear in her eyes as if she was reliving each attack all over again. I put my arm around her to show I was sorry she had to go through that terrtble ordeal.

How I judge style... style 101

     Who says that fashion makes a person? I certainly have yet to meet someone whom is made of clothes. Even though that's all I hear on TV, not to mention these days everyone is a fashion guru. From high end magazines to overloading twitter accounts. I just don't see the fuss... maybe that's why I'm not a competior on these fashion shows. I'm tried of hearing " Oh my God... you look good grab a purse and be done!!!" Hellloooo who are you, to tell me what accessories go with what. Or my favorite some people will not talk because what I wear is bad. You know...for example we can not be friends because what I have worn you had never had the chance to flaunt.
     Please let's not talk about being to thin or overly lovable to shop for the latest pieces. Why do we have to stress getting on the scale, next thing I will hear is "why have I not Bedazzled my scale? all the celebs have done it." What is it with people down-grading mass production stores like Wal-mart, Target, TJ Maxx, etc. I love/live for these stores, I go here for all my clothes. I am seeing more and more robots or copycats in the fashion realm. What happen to being original with a sense of flare? Personally I strive for the naturalist/minimalist route... I  enjoy completing my look on less is more. If this fashion realm could go back to "I am being me... now let's see you". Things would be great.
     My desire is to see that we as a people/a whole should become more in tune with our inner being. The inner being would allow us to dress ourselves as naturally and funky as we can labels ourselves. So I guess I need to fast facts when this high-end fashion started and what it has made us become. There is no turning back now... I will, he will, she will, and we will have to continue to live in the fashion realm of copycats.
    
                
    

Unsuccessful

   I can't stop the hurt that flows through my bruised veins. What has become of these feelings, thoughts, and action. A sense of denial, unfulfilment, just torn between the happiness of others. What has my relationship come to, what has my enjoyment brought upon my future. It's more than time to adjust and remain true, I must be thankful that a blessing that brings so much joy at the same time brings so much change and burden upon ones' life didn't fall on me. I've been through the hurt and pain of being unsuccessful but those that have been careless, just pass me by on the scale of being successful. It seems as though I have dreamt many times of me holding you, smelling your soft, smooth, curly hair. Why has this moment, have such an strong impact, is it that my maternal instinct kicked in an won't turn itself off. Why has these feelings broke me down to nothing but a pee stick. I feel that its missing, like you are missing. Nurturing wise... I'm ready for you but my bank won't let me have you. Month to month you're still not here... for the many months that I wanted you. I could have held you in my arms. I yell and scream of the feel that my maternal instincts won't go away. Please let me go, so I can have peace in my own mind, soul and most of all my heart. I see those that made the mistake that I have been dreaming of and have no connection with their offspring. I'm crying as loud as my lungs where build for and no sound leaves my broken lips. That I long to kiss your forehead...

Random Questions: How would I drink a Love Potion the taste terrible that I made?

          
         Oh that's to easy... Love potion always need a bit of sugar to bring the zest, spice, and the compassion out of the one you are drinking the potion for in the first place. Even to give this love potion a little style/flare I would make my way to the nearest Micheal's' Craft store to decorate my love cup to start a conversation piece on my cup. Which would obtain gems that would represent my traits that would allow my potion drinker know why he or she would want to drink my terrible tasting potion along with me. Why just stop there with drinking love potion, I would have a hot steamy dinner prepared. Beautifully arranged dinner table with all the Martha Stewart products (of course, from this season)with vibrant colors.Granted that it would set the mood for us to talk for hours on end about our fantasy. Sharing what true loves means to us and at one time or another in our life whom we thought we would only make a love potion for. Stopping us in our tracks to laugh saying that option went out the window here. Still consuming the love potion that seems to need something little more. The sugar definitely took an edge off. Steadily I am listening to him speak on what he wants from love. I have my ears glued to the dinner table trying to find a secure way to make this darn love potion just the best, even just my patent it soon enough.
         Anyways back to the drawing pad. I ask this very handsome but modest man, may I be excuse from the table to check on dessert. He agrees, I walk gracefully but racing to get to the kitchen. I began to search in the cabinets for the certain taste that would liven up this drink. Recap: okay I tried the sugar, made a festive cup, made dinner, chatting with one very handsome but modest man, what else I am possibly miss for this tasty treat, um... I am looking in the refrigerator, eggs ewww, vinegar awful, relish? no, Pepto bismol? what I am thinking. oh yes I found it three week old ponzu sauce from the All Blogger Welcome Sushi Bar, two block down the street. okay this has to work, no this will work, I began to turn the stove on as I pour the ingredients of the love potion in the blender... complaints of eBay. Alittle of this, more of that, oh darn almost out of that...okay it is ready. I proceed to pour the mixture in the hot pot that has been heating up on the stove, when I heard that very handsome but modest man. "Are you okay in there, do you need any help?" No I yelled frantically I will out shortly do not worry about a thing.
          The love potion has cooled down some, I reached in the cabinet to retrieve some dessert plates. I plated a warm fudge coffee truffle cake with a pastico creme filling. Arranging some of those fresh strawberries I got from the local farmer's market, on the plate topping the mouth watering dessert with chocolate syrup. The syrup I had to put on the dessert I just could not resist putting in a little extra of the love potion. Cleaned both plates, prepared them for the presentation of a lifetime. Walking out to this very handsome but modest man, he smiles as me and I laid the plates on the table. Given his approval of the presentation I asked him If he would care for some coffee (love Potion) to go with his cake. His agree and twelve years later and two beautiful kids... I still have the love potion recipe in the cabinet and the three week old Ponzu sauce from the All Blogger Welcome Sushi Bar, that started this all. LOL LOL LOL LOL




That is how I would drink the love potion that I made if it were terrible...


Peace love and applejuice