Scouring Through FACEBOOK

I never considered myself as one having an addictive behavior, however, in the last 5 days,
I have found myself scouring through FACEBOOK.com like an addict needing a fix.
I’ve grown found of the many quotes, questions, and nuggets of advice…
The photo’s of friends, family and even strangers, are quite intriguing.
I log on several times a day, and stay long after reasonable folks have fallen asleep…
Is there a 12 step for me?
~SistaSistaSister
(January 12, 2010)

When I Fall

"When I fall, whether I be friend or foe, stretch forth, help me, dust me off, and send me on my way in love."

Yes, Love... The action that surpasses all understanding... The force, that creates forgiveness, in the mist of derision.

The virtue, that gives all fallen souls the ability to journey on... and to the sender (the forgiver who's been wronged) the ability to heal, and also grow on.

Momma’s Spaghetti Pasta

Momma's Spaghetti Pasta

~ Recipe by Doris Daniel ~

Published by SistaSistaSister

Always measure according to family size and need.

1. Barilla Thin Spaghetti
   
2. Broccoli finely chopped
   
3. Cauliflower finely chopped
   
4. Cherry tomato's sliced in 4's
   
5. Finely chopped red onions
   
6. Miller's Select can crab meat finely chopped
   
7. Jennie-O Turkey Ham,
   cubed or finely chopped
   
8. Wish-Bone Italian Dressing
   
9. Parsley finely chopped & Black Pepper Corns ground
   

   
   

   
   

   Cook pasta, drain, and rinse with cold water.
   

   Blend Wish-Bone Italian Dressing, parsley and black pepper in large bowl. Stir in remaining ingredients, until all ingredients are well seasoned. Serve chilled or at room temperature.
   

   
   

   My added ingredients are pitted black olives, and french fried cut bell peppers.…
   

Enjoy

KRD

“If you like it then you should'a put a ring on it”… uhmmm…

A thought conjured by a question asked on FaceBook.com...

Q: Why do men HAVE to put a ring on it?
A: A ring in a relationship, once symbolized eternal love and dedication. An eternal bond which included a life long commitment... a never ending union for which each person could be spiritually, physically and emotional naked and unashamed.
Now days, the ring usually outlast the relationship; And the wedding, (that event for which rings are exchanged, or received), is merely pomp and circumstance…
Unfortunately the ring does not bond, or cement, it's merely and outward token of the love supposedly shared. So why do men have to put a ring on it?, because our society as a collective has accepted it as so....
“If you like it then you should'a put a ring on it”… uhmmm…

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010

Knowing we hold life within the power of our tongue, I am speaking peace, joy, blessings, and love into each and every one.
May this new year awaken you to all the promises life has stored solely for you.
May you take advantage of each and every possibility as it is introduced.
May all your actions be performed with love.
May you receive all you give 100 fold.
May this year, be a year of unfolding revelation.
With each new day find at least 3 things to be grateful for, find 2 people to show kindness to, even if all the kindness you can offer is a smile, and last but not least, find 1 person to tell, "I Love U", even if it's U.

Miscellaneous Thoughts…

It's difficult to see our destination when the windshields of our thoughts are foggy, yet if we defrost the bitter coldness of our hearts, we will gain a clearer vision to proceed. Far too often, we allow the experiences of pain and sorrow, to go on; long after the deed is done. We cling to hurts, as if letting go would decapitate our souls. We train ourselves to hate, the very someone we once claimed to love. We point with indignation, and exclaim, it's their fault, it's because of them, if they had not, I would not, and on and on, etc. etc. Just perhaps, we ourselves are the cause. So before we judge, let us examine the soul, in the looking glass.

Why are we so fickle to believe, love is a gadget that dwells within the complexities of our hearts and mind, and at the flick of a button, at any given time, love can be turned off or on. When we learn love is a process, and time is the conduit for which we must course through, then we will begin to experience deeper and greater relationships.

Love is the search and discovery of oneself, shared in the presence of another, who too is growing in the knowledge and understanding of them self, while engaged in the relationship of loving.

Life is awesome.... You never know what’s around the corner..

To say I am eternally grateful, is not adequate. There is no stick, or ruler equipped to measure the joy my heart feels, but let me back up, and start from the beginning.
It was New Years 2006, and I desired to call, my friend, and wish her a Happy New Year. It had been sometime since we had spoken, and in our last conversation, she was having complications, due to diabetes. I tried dialing the last known number, and it was no longer in working order. Figuring, what to do next, I searched ZABASEARCH.COM, and found a listing of ten addresses, using her and her sisters’ name.
Making postcards, posting my photo, and phone number, I hoped someone would recognized my face, and call. The postcard read, “I am seeking to find, my best friend from high school, if anyone receiving this postcard is privy to, are familiar with Stephanie Ellen Wallace, also known as Hanifa, or her sister Sharon, both formally of St. Louis Missouri, please contact me, with any information”.
A week are so had passed, and all but one postcard had returned in the mail. January 9, 2006 I received a voice mail which said, “Hello. Your looking for Stephanie Wallace, this is her son. I am sorry to inform you, she is deceased.” The words shook me, the sting gripped my belly, and rivers of water, poured from my eyes. That night I prayed, wondering what went wrong. I asking God to tell my friend I love her, tell her I miss her, tell her I’m sorry I hadn‘t the opportunity to see her again.
To make a long story short, today, December 28, 2009 the phone rang, and it was my best friend, Ms. Stephanie Ellen Wallace. Tears flowed like the Mississippi, and even now I cry. Stephanie found me via my son, on Facebook.com. Like Sofia, in the ‘Color Purple’, “I's feelin' real down. I's feelin' mighty bad. And when I heard yo’ voice, I knowed there is a God, I knowed there is a God, and I‘ll make it my purpose, to see you again”.
To God, I am eternally grateful