I am not going to mention any names but he knows who he is.
Since around Sunday on February 5, 2023 I noticed a few love/attraction/ lust spells tried to be worked upon me.
It began with acknowledgement of the man lusting after me -sexually desiring me- with the attempt to also get me to have a sexual as well as physical attraction to this guy.
Then I began to receive messages that this guy likes me very much.
In the days following, the essence of the love spell relayed to me the other feelings that are intended to sway me.
The motive is to have me like, care for, and possibly fall in love with this guy so I will be drawn to him.
I guess he thinks if he can make me feel this way that I will jump into bed with him.
He thinks that if I have sex with him because of the love spell then walk away from me afterwards that I will somehow be hurt emotionally.
This would be his way of retaliating against me for rejecting him by using an “unnatural” method (love-magic/witchcraft).
I understand that he or his ego may be hurt but witchcraft/black magic/voodoo does not and never has worked on me mentally or emotionally I am far too strong for that.
I am sensitive to energy so I can pick up on the essence and the intent.
I do not understand why some guys have the mentality that they can hurt women by using them for sex.
Every woman is not the same and they do not hold the mentality of being disgraced by negative men who try to humiliate and degrade them in that manner.
There are women who use men for sex too and do not care.
He probably believes in his ignorant mind that I would be hurt the most because I am not the type who goes to bed with anyone at all. So, if he sleeps with me by doing witchcraft then talks badly about me with lies and whatever other stupid games he would be avenged.
He is sick in my opinion.
Love spells should not be done at all- but if they are done- at least people should do them with good/honest intentions instead of selfish ones that intend to hurt others just to have one’s way with them.
Aside from all that, witchcraft/black magic/voodoo is real even if certain people do not believe that it works.
The supernatural instance does not affect everyone but a lot of people do become under the influence of it. If witchcraft/black magic/voodoo does not work on a person mentally, emotionally or physically it can work on them spiritually or materially- through finances and other means.
No matter what, God is always stronger than the devil that is why I am continuously kept aware. I am so grateful and thankful to the Lord for looking out and keeping me protected.
I remember years ago another guy worked a love spell on me to try to get me to love, marry him, and have babies with him.
I do not like people who do these things with ulterior motives to suit themselves, especially against another person’s will.
Why want someone who does not want you back? There is a world full of people on the planet.
What is important is that for people who are interested in relationships to find one’s who are best suited for them.
Right now, with the current guy, I find this action of his kind of exciting as I wonder how much further he will go. I even have a smile on my face at this love spell.
I am a fierce spiritual warrior and I am ready for the battle that God will take care of!
It is wonderful to have spiritual gifts. To be able to see and feel in to the unknown.
To have accurate dreams and visions of beyond where I preternaturally interact within the supernatural.
It is what I am.
By birth, I have one footstep here into this physical plane while my other foot is stepped out inside the spiritual realm.
I am partially experiencing both worlds and whole-heartedly Intune to both.
I am here, but not here.
There have been mysteries revealed to me, spiritual essences revealed to me, revelations revealed to me.
I have a lot of wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flowing around inside of me.
God my creator remains with me.
I can tell God anything. He totally understands me. I am completely straight with him; I always have been.
The good, the bad, and the ugly- I have never been shy or afraid to speak my words of truth to God.
No matter what. God always comes through for me. He speaks back to me in so many ways including through nature.
Everything is made up of energy. We are all energy. The energy made up by my nature is the way that God designed me to be.
Whether I have a complaint, or just feeling my joy, God is there with his open-arms, extraordinary comprehension and incredible forces of power to aid, advise, and to protect.
No matter what may go on or happen in general in life- may it be through unexpected events or whatever else- I know that everything will be alright and will turn out in my favor as it always has since the days of my youth.
I am a very honest, straightforward person. If I say or write something it is because it is the truth, what I really think or believe, or suspect is possible.
Never do I or have I ever intentionally expressed anything under false pretense.
Some people may not understand what I mean or where I come from at times- depending on who it is- because I am a very deep, intelligent, and spiritual awake person.
Nevertheless, I speak my mind and am led by spirit to fulfill my purposes. I do know what I am talking about when I speak on things.
I am a forty-seven-year-old female who often gets mistaken for someone in her twenties or thirties. I have never really looked my age in body or in the face.
I even have a young sounding voice when I speak.
I have attracted men of all ages- young and old within the past.
When I was in my thirties eighteen-year-old guys were attracted to me, when I was in my twenties forty and fifty-year-old men were attracted to me.
It never made a difference. To each his or her own I never received any personal gratification from this attention I never wanted it.
Some men found me to be a challenge that they wanted to conquer. Some men just genuinely wanted to be with me because they liked me for my mind, and I was not like the average female once they got to know me a little.
I never placed value on myself based on whether a man approved or desired me. I have never suffered from low self-esteem and have never needed anyone to validate me or to build my assurance.
Self- confidence, self-love, and self-worth are things produced within me. No one gave it to me, and no one can take it away. Everyone should feel this way.
I have no interest in romantic relationships, I am asexual and proud.
Now I want to discuss this issue about Michael Gonzalez because I am being led to by spirit.
As I am a highly spiritually inclined individual I feel and keenly discern people’s energy.
Whenever a man, especially men who are of a negative disposition are attracted, or interested in me- I can feel them, their thoughts, and I can accurately sense things in relation to them in a timely frame.
From the first moment I laid eyes on Michael, I did not find him to be attractive.
He is not a cute guy, and he is not handsome as far as I am concerned. A friend of mine had saw a photo of him and said that he was not attractive to her also but that he seems to think that he is something. Maybe there are low-scale females who find him attractive, however, I do not and never will.
I was very insulted when Michael reflected his insecurities onto me while we worked together by entertaining the ridiculous idea that I could be attracted or interested in him.
I told Michael to his face that I could not stand him, but his inflated ego did not want to believe or accept it even though deep down inside he knew it was the truth.
He even profiled in front of me one day on the job by trying to show off his body that was not appealing to me whatsoever. He got down onto the floor to demonstrate push-ups. The incident turned me off.
The more I had got to know Michael the more I disliked him.
When some men try to impress women, push themselves on them, or try to flaunt themselves when they mistakenly assume that the female likes them, they do not realize how much they make a fool of themselves. It is very off-putting.
When I was younger there were guys (usually low-scale guys because guys of substance do not behave in this manner) who would get angry at me for not wanting them and in return tell lies about me.
There were three who were a problem.
Two lied and said I was involved with them and all three wanted people to believe that I slept with them or had feelings for them- all to make themselves appear big in the eyes of their peers. And, to also try to bring me down since I thought too highly of myself to desire or to be with anyone like them.
Neither one of these guys were desirable they were used to low-scale women such as themselves falling all over them and making a fuss over them due to their own bouts of low self-esteem.
Someone like me, who was of substance and class, added an extra blow to the bruise they received to their egos when they got hurt and rejected by me.
Of course, their efforts did not work so they joined in with the effort to work Brujeria (Black magic/Santeria) on me to try to make me look bad within the public eye, however, I was still too strong, and I successfully defeated all of them at their own game. On top of it, karma came back and destroyed all three of them. One even ended up dead years ago from his negative lifestyle.
No one can bring me down as I never cared what anybody said or thought about me.
I did not have time for that type of bullshit then, and I do not tolerate it now.
Michael is not at all drastic to that extreme his nonsense is mild in comparison, yet still an act of ridiculous nonsense.
With all the serious things going on in the world Michael is hung up on the fact that he cannot attain me.
He would rather believe that I really do have feelings for him and am just fighting it, or that I am playing hard to get, or whatever other delusional bullshit that men feed themselves instead of facing the truth over dealing with reality.
Michael needs to forget about me and realize that a woman of my level and caliber would never be interested or attracted to him.
Michael has a lot of negative energy. He has a very low vibration.
I am a positive person I exude from a very high vibration.
What I also believe is a part of Michael’s insecurities stem from his background of being morbidly obese.
Maybe after he lost weight, he feels he needs something to prove and is overcompensating.
He needs women to be interested or attracted to him to feel like a big man. I just wish he would find some other female to win over to measure or to prove his false sense of pride.
The other women he has been with are easy tramps. He feels if he can get me then he can get anybody. I should in a way take this instance as a compliment, but I am not flattered by it, I am disgusted.
To me, Michael will always be a small, unworthy, pretentious smelly fish swimming in a dirty pond.
I am not trying to be mean I just do not understand the sickness behind and within certain men and women (because there are deceitful, trouble-making women too) who cannot deal with rejection.
A healthy-minded person does not occupy themself with stupid shit like this.
I do not understand people who claim that it hurts to talk about a relative who died. I love and enjoy speaking and reminiscing about the times we shared.
If the death of someone ever caused you pain, it is only because of the love you had for them. The more you loved them, the more it hurt, and that hurt feels so good!
Within that pain lies beauty. Beauty is the strength of that love. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. I thank God for gifting me with such a strong spirit.
Our loved ones who died in Christ are not actually dead. They are alive and living well. In fact, they are doing far much better than we are! Yes, we love them, and we miss them. However, we should be very happy for them. They, by the grace of God, made it home to Jesus! That is a cause for celebration. They are residing in the peace and comfort of divine love.
The love we have for our dear ones could never compare to the love that God has for them. When we truly love them, we can willingly let them go, and that gives us such beautiful peace knowing them in such wonderful state of bliss. No more troubles in this perishing world they must endure. The most phenomenal thing we as believers and children of God recognize is that our deceased relatives are not people who are from our past. They are people who we know we will look forward to sharing the rest of our future in eternity with once we finally cross over. –latoya lawrence
The German Shepherd/Collie mix love of my life has been gone for twenty years now.
Time has no bearing when it comes to love as I still think about my precious baby every single day. I always loved her so much from the moment her little body was placed in my young arms at the animal shelter.
Brandie is long gone but she will never be forgotten, and I surely hope to see her one day as many of us whose pets have passed on do.
There will indeed be dogs and other animals when God brings heaven down to earth for our eternity.
Unfortunately, there is no mention of the Bible stating that we will ever see our pets again as we will our deceased relatives.
Nevertheless, although there is no guarantee, we can hold out hope.
God is the almighty creator and ruler. He can do anything that he pleases, and he may surprise us one day.
I really hope to reunite with Brandie again. I do not want to imagine never seeing or being with her again.
Small-minded, ignorant, or narrow-minded people form judgements, speculations or assumptions about others or situations based on their own generalizations, speculations, insecurities or unproven conjectures.
People who are on the level or who have open minds that are broad within a wise/objective/reasoned way of analytical thought process know and respect the vast array of human distinction.
They make judgements or considerations based on another person’s own individuality. Not based on preconceived notions, the typical familiarity of common reactions, behaviors, feelings or mindsets.
Great minds are fully aware of the absolute and possibility thereof when it comes to the diversity within nature and flourishing/development within unique human beings. –latoya lawrence
I remember in my teenage years and in my early adulthood how I viewed life as nothing.
To me, it still is nothing but at the same time it is something meaningful that means nothing.
I spend and have spent days/years just killing time as I never cared about this world, yet I have had to always keep going on account of a God that has me here for purposes of his own that I do not delight in at all.
Yes, I have no problem coping with or managing this life as my life has shown and proved that I can handle anything. The problem is this life in the present world is unnatural to a natural way that life should be.
A lot of what is deemed normal is not normal.
Why did this plan have to include me? With all the people God created why drag me into this ridiculous shit that has nothing to do with me?
I have been blessed but these certain anointings have never been enough to make living here in the world with all the dumb shit and shit I could care less about worth my while.
I was always ahead of my time and pissed off because God put me here- feeling that I did not belong here and deserved better.
God claims to love but what kind of love would bring me to a place that I despise?
He gave me and gave certain others knowledge but what is the purpose of knowing things when we have no real control over anything and no guarantees in life but to one day die?
Are we just to know that no matter what we have experienced and possess through seasons of happiness and hardships we are still just mere dust that can be blown away at any time?
When I look back at a lot of life that has passed by, I really do not see the point or the purpose in the things I have gone through or encountered.
Most of the things I know now I already knew back when I was much younger.
Many things that excite and that are looked upon as significant to others are not appealing or anything relevant to me.
I did not need to witness or observe accounts of what I considered to be sick shit among other people -or to be successfully delivered through undesirable trials and tribulations- to know or to understand God’s power as I have.
To me, God’s force was always evident. But I was made to be an individual put into a world just like everyone else to undergo inevitable life situations.
What is the point of being in the world if one is truly not of it even if they are born into imperfection?
My resentment in the past for God came from my perceived view of his character and I still hold a little resentment toward him as I do not appreciate things about him that I do not understand as to his reasons why he lets things in life be.
Nevertheless, it is what it is.
I have been tired of this fucked up world since my teenage years yet still strong enough to endure every moment of it.
Sorry, (And I am not apologetic for speaking the truth) but from my observation some so called Christians strike me as rejects who do not know how to think for themselves.
They sound like wind up dolls who repeat doctrine like hypnotized puppets/flunkies.
I believe in God and know scripture; however, I am not, never was, and never will be the type to bow down to a way of thinking, speaking, or doing by being trained from the instruction or psychology that does not relate to my knowledgeable consciousness of vibration.
My identity can never be taken away by religious, societal or familiar influence held by those who do not challenge what does not pertain to or apply to all.
Some individuals have no backbone.
I could not remain at peace if I was not able to be my true self in mind and within attitude.
In a world where impressions matter to many, truths are what truly mattered to me.
Not projecting a facade of what is acceptable for the sake of being accepted.
I found it impossible for me to put on a disguise as I am not one to be a people pleaser.
There is a time for courtesy, professionalism, diplomacy, and respecting certain boundaries as well as a time when to justifiably cross them.
It is so important to live out one’s truth even if that genuineness and loyalty to self within self-preservation according to one’s own distinct nature causes a reproach within others due to what goes beyond their own comprehension and/or level of discernment.
I have been lied upon, misunderstood, judged for things I have never done, criticized for not being able to be controlled by others, and I have been the object of other people’s vicious gossip, envy and jealousy just like many other people of substance in life have.
All other people’s negativity did was cause me to become further resilient and despise and look down upon these individuals more than I already had beforehand.
As one who is extremely stubborn no one can make me do anything I do not want to do, and no one can stop me from doing anything that I want to do.
I have noticed an innate force within me that refused to allow me to be deterred from possessing the essential liberty that is instilled within me to express and prevail.
I was naturally inspired to continue to move forward unaffected.
Permitting others, the opportunity to dictate or restrict one’s path and future out of fear/intimidation or discouragement only prevents one’s celestial discovery, steady growth, and ultimate evolution.
There are people who often recognize or acknowledge some of us for who they want us to be instead of who we really are.
They form judgements or have preconceived notions based on generalized perceptions of what they believe we represent through our perceived lifestyle, words, or manner of bearing in which we conduct ourselves.
Some conclusions that others draw may be accurate, partially accurate or just plain wrong altogether.
One cannot be genuinely defined according to conjecture, hearsay, rumor, false assumption or a standard of what one is familiar with and/or accustomed to.
So many factors, shape, make up and contribute to diverse individuals and their behavior.
As soon as one behaves or responds contrary to another person’s sense of belief or reasoning, they may become shocked, disappointed, or even critical toward the other person.
This instance is not an illustration that the people or person in question necessarily did something wrong or acted out of character. It is an example of others whose expectation or notion of what they built up within their own way of thinking projecting upon the surface.
I experienced a long time ago (from my childhood on up) how people would put their own insecurities, ignorance, and negativity onto me and others who they differed from or were jealous towards.
I without a doubt knew that their judgment or lack thereof did not coincide with reality.
Their actions and behavior reflected themselves, who they truly were, and had absolutely nothing to do with me!
I had seen previews for Lee Daniels 2023 BET horror/thriller movie “The Reading” starring Mo’Nique last week.
The first time I saw one of the coming attractions I did not think much of the film- not really paying too much attention to it.
The second time I saw a commercial for The Reading it struck me as eerily spooky.
The BET television premiere for the film is set to air on March 14, 2023, but I did not want to wait that long.
So, after midnight this morning I watched The Reading on Amazon Prime- and I was not at all disappointed.
I loved the way the movie started off. It was intense and did not waste a moment to delve into the story.
Around the middle of the film there was a shocking, unexpected twist that threw me off.
I thought it was going to be a spirit haunting type of movie with something going wrong through the spirit-medium who gave the chilling psychic readings.
I was ready to lightheartedly fear what I thought may come about. Everything was getting so freaky and exciting!
Even though the film went in another direction it was still entertaining.
The Reading was action-packed, full of suspense, and ruthlessly gore with Mo’Nique’s character.
I loved that the movie depicted an African American girl with genuine clairvoyant/psychic ability (the woman played her part well as well as all the other actors and actresses) because we do exist, and we are out here in the world.
Race or ethnicity has nothing to do with one being born with preternatural ability, yet we rarely see people of color who possess these gifts shown in the media unless it is a portrayal of some stereotypical voodoo shit!
When people think of assault or murder it is usually through the methods of stabbing, shooting, strangling, knocking one out through blunt force trauma, substance/chemical poisoning, and so on.
But voodoo/black magic/witchcraft by tampering to influence or harm people, and the intentional sexual pollutants of bodily fluids are also disgusting forms of crime inflicted on other individuals.
HIV/AIDS has come a long way since originally hitting the scene to become widely known from the late seventies to the early eighties.
There are advanced anti-viral drugs on the market to lower viral load to the point of it almost becoming undetectable or non-detectable considering intercourse with an infected person to be so-called safe sex.
There are plenty of other diseases out there that are transmitted through sexual contact and some venereal diseases that can be caught without having sexual contact with anyone at all.
The problem is not with the diseases themselves but with scandalous people who know they are infected with disease and knowingly pass them on to others freely without any concern or decency.
Some people will intentionally spread their infections out of bitterness with the attitude of “I am dying so I will take others with me”.
People have different reactions and motives for why they do things.
Some just do not care.
Some think if they spread their disease to a person or people that they give the disease to these people will have to stay with them or within their sexual circle (which fittingly does not always transpire).
Some just want others to be in their shoes so that they do not feel alone or awkward within their situation, making the circumstance less uncomfortable within their bearings.
All I can say is that this is a wild dangerous world with a lot of highly disturbed, treacherous, ruthless and just plain immoral people.
There are also plenty of highly upstanding, good-natured, trustworthy and humane people out there in our world.
If people with sense continue to love and respect themselves and be cautious to thoroughly detect who or what they let into their bodies just as one would with any stranger or foreign object that they would let into their home.
Do not let anyone enter without the proper “checks”. Do not let them check in if they do not correctly check out!
The home decor style of the 60’s and 70’s were not just for hippies and gypsy fortune tellers.
Whether one called them door beads or beaded curtains- bead adornments that decorated the entrances of doorway rooms in the home and within establishments offered a cozy and enchanting ambience to settings that a lot of individuals could appreciate.
I remember as a young child during the late seventies and early eighties, walking through the clear-colored beads that hung from my home, clasping them open, loving the sounds they made while they hit up against one another.
People had many a variety of these beaded curtains.
Some of the people in my neighborhood (next door, across the street, down the block, and blocks away neighbors) had the attractive wooden kind.
Some had bright multicolored ones, and some had ones that were designed in diamond/oval shapes.
Door beads/beaded curtains are a creative way to add character and beauty into a place of residence or business.
The thought also brings to me a wonderful sense of nostalgia to what once was.
There are modern door beads and beaded curtains to decorate our homes with nowadays, but nothing will compare to the essence that held at a time when this style expressed the decade.
On Saturday, I watched a classic black and white movie titled “Impact”.
It was a 1949 film that starred Brian Donlevy, Ella Raines, Helen Walker, and Charles Coburn.
When I first read the synopsis, my interest was struck, but the movie turned out better to my liking than I had first imagined.
So many old films or films alike with these types of plots are predictable though this story took a pleasingly different little turn.
I enjoyed this movie from beginning to end.
I also liked the cinematography and the script for that era of time.
The film was about a woman.
She had a man who truly loved her- he thought the world of her. But she was just using him for his money and the luxurious things he could get for her.
The woman had a lover on the side.
One that she incorporated for the scheme in the murder of her unsuspecting husband.
Without giving away the entire storyline- Everything seemed to have gone as planned, however, what was planned did not at all go as it had seemed.
There is a detective on the scene who is on the style of Alfred Hitchcock within characteristics while distinguishing a style of his very own in solving this case of a death that is not what it appears.
Throughout, the viewer (us watching the movie) gets to see how things proceed and how they unfold with another sweet piece of entertainment that develops in the storyline with the supposedly deceased character.
What angered me about the film was how the wife had such a faithful, loving husband, who cared about her and thoroughly provided for her regardless of her snooty attitude toward him at times. He treated her like a princess- in return she sets him up to get killed. She was ruthless throughout the story.
It is just a reminder of how dirty people can be just like Patrick Swayze’s character in the movie “Ghost” was set up by someone who was supposed to be his friend to get robbed then all went wrong resulting in his murder.
The thing I appreciated about “Impact” was the killer got what he deserved not realizing he was unsuccessful within his intended fatal venture.
I was told twice yesterday by a mature (ninety-five year old) woman of experience that because of the way I look physically, and the way that I carry myself, I should be in movies.
This is not the first time I have been told these words and similar ones alike.
As a teen and young adult, some people would ask me if I was a model and would tell me that I could be one.
Another person told me they saw me as a movie actress type who was supposed to be writing screenplays.
Aside from other things, I could have been a lawyer or a psychologist if I had really wanted and chose to. I have both the smarts and the mindset.
The fact is, I never wanted a life in Hollywood to be broadcast on television, or to be photographed for magazines walking down the runway.
I never had the desire to be a legal representative or mental health specialist either.
Though many of us are qualified or can do or become professionals in more than one area, it does not mean this is a preferred career or path to seek.
Jobs and job labels do not define us as individuals.
Even though there are narrow-minded misinformed people who believe the higher the title or higher the income, the higher the stature.
Someone who does not have a job or who has a job that is considered low rank in comparison to high-level/high-profile jobs can have far more integrity, intelligence, ability than the one touting their so-called credentials.
They may have just not gotten the right opportunity, could have fallen into hard times, did not believe enough within themselves or did not have any support.
There are several reasons and factors for why those who could achieve great heights do not.
A lot of people who are in positions of power or who hold positions that are praised within society are not as adequate as they think they are or would like to believe.
Many of them are nothing but shit! They are as common as they come- there is nothing special about their existence.
Novel within character and mindset unlike the ordinary are what define true standing within its authenticity.
Fortunately, peace of mind cannot be purchased because if so then it could just as easily be stolen.
Some people search for peace of mind through the presence of other people or through the gaining of material assets and worldly pleasures- none of which are the true origin of where peace of mind lays.
My peace of mind always originated within my spirituality, the person I am, the mentality I hold- the essence that beholds. Inner depth of foundation.
My peace of mind is not contingent upon circumstance or chance.
During a wild storm of a hectic life season, I remain cool and calm because what appears hectic to another is a tidal wave that I ride like a breeze.
From my observations throughout the years there are so-called Christians and others alike who believe if something is not written or mentioned within the Bible then the instance is unlikely to be true or not possible- which I know for fact has never been the truth.
Something does not have to be in the Bible for it to be truthful or possible.
Everything not written in the Bible that can occur is also not always devil inspired or people inspired either.
There is credibility to many situations, circumstances, encounters that were experiences not directly included as taken place in the Bible.
Some people are stuck in their limited scope of reasoning, narrow-mindedness, ignorance, brainwashing, or influences brought on by society.
That is why it is so important to be strong-minded and confident within one’s own.
Knowing while certain others may not share an experience or a belief in no way will make another’s experience or belief less probable. There is a great possibility for their undergoing to be a reality and able to exist.
I have always been headstrong. I do not have to go through something to believe or to know it is able to be true for someone else.
Maybe because I have that insight, nevertheless, one should never let others sway their minds or raise doubt in what they hold to know or believe firmly.
Of course, we as people are liable to hold onto false or erroneous ways of being.
Anyone can misinterpret or be mistaken about things it is when they fail to accept their error once they have discovered or have been proven to be wrong in some way.
This past Sunday on January 22, 2023, I was looking through the category log of my television app.
I was in the mood to look at classic suspense/crime/mystery films for the day.
I came across a title called “Witness to Murder (a film I had never seen before) starring one of my favorite old-time actresses- Barbara Stanwyck.
I really liked this black and white movie.
In the opening scene, Barbara’s character wakes up from her sleep to see a man in an apartment window straight across from her bedroom window in the act of murdering a woman.
Without giving too much of the story away, Barbara phones up the police but when they arrive on the scene there is no evidence of any crime having been committed.
When the killer discovers that Barbara’s character is aware of what he did, he cunningly tries his best to make her appear to be crazy and harassing, in effort to throw everybody off to the truth at hand.
Barbara Stanwyck was such a talent in her time here on earth.
One of my other favorite suspense films of hers is one that I saw a long time ago called “Sorry, Wrong Number“.
Afterwards, I watched another film that I never saw starring Barbara Stanwyck titled “Crime of Passion”. Raymond Burr also starred in this entertaining flick.
I even used to cut out fashion model images from magazines to add to the imagination of play.
It is hard to find quality punch out paper dolls currently.
I never purchased paper dolls with the daunting task of having to cut them out alongside their outlines within the pages of the books they were designed upon.
A few years ago, I came across high quality, sturdy cardboard, adorable images, and playset of paper dolls.
I even purchased some for my two older adult friends who were pleased to surprisingly receive them from me.
The price for this treasure was extremely reasonable for its excellent quality.
• Rock the red carpet with your very own fashion show! Fashion Show Play Set features 5 paper dolls (actually made of card stock), 3 fold-out scenes—dressing room, fashion show runway, and photographer’s studio—and dozens of glamorous and trendy outfits and accessories any model would love to wear!
Dress up your paper doll ”model” as a bride, in a bathing suit, in a glamorous gown, and more. When the show is over, place dolls and their outfits in the enclosed storage envelope.- excerpt from the paper doll advertisement!
Those books used to keep me up all night- I could not get enough!
Melanie drugged her husband, shot him, chopped up his body (dismembered it with an electrical saw), placed the different body parts into three bags of luggage, then dumped the Suitcase apparatuses into the Virginia Chesapeake Bay River.
It was such a gruesome crime! The book was much better than the movie.
I tape recorded my mother’s voicemail message as I mentioned I would in the previous post I wrote. The tape recorder I purchased seemed to be defective, the box that it came in was not in the best shape either. The tape recorder ate up one of my cassettes. The item was sold and shipped by Amazon. Amazon is no stranger to handing out products that have been used then re-shipped out to other buyers/customers who are looking to receive brand new items. I called up Amazon customer service to request a refund for the tape recorder and the damaged cassette tape. Amazon acknowledged that I would receive my refund for both products within 7-10 business days without having to return the items.
I was grateful and asked to be sent a confirmation email for proof in case I do not receive my refund on time. I should have just purchased the Sony brand digital recorder at PC Richard’s on Tuesday when I was there at the store, but I did not want to spend sixty dollars on something I was not going to use regularly. Nevertheless, I gave the idea a second thought. The digital recorder would come in handy to keep on hand nowadays. Of course, there are other options to record by other means. However, these objects/gadgets do not last forever. At least with cassette tapes, they can be stored away for a longtime to be used again. I have cassette tapes that are still in good condition for over twenty years now.
This February will make a year since I was first told, by someone who I won’t name, who worked at Amazon with me, that they heard a male voice on my voicemail greeting when they called my android.
I was puzzled when I first heard this news until shortly after I figured out the possibility why.
The issue did not seem too problematic at the time. I figured the voicemail greeting would shift back to mine as other callers had heard the personal greeting that I had recorded on my phone previously.
As time passed, the issue faded into the back of my mind until it resurfaced again when another person mentioned that they heard this male voice a few months back.
Now someone else just mentioned the same thing the day before yesterday.
I happened to hear the voice myself upon a thorough investigation.
I called up Verizon wireless and found out what was going on. It was what I originally suspected.
In October of 2021, I had my cellphone number changed.
I asked the Verizon customer service representative to make an exception and allow me to keep the voicemail messages to my old telephone number (which is not normally done as they would by default get deleted) due to a relative of mine who had passed away.
My mother had left a message for me that I had saved- and that was all I had left of her voice.
So, Verizon was nice enough to grant my request.
Somewhere within the process whoever had my new number before me- their voicemail must have gotten crossed up with the one to my old number as both were obviously being heard at different times by people who would call me.
The only way to fix this issue was to set up a brand-new voicemail which would delete all my existing saved messages.
I explained the situation to the Verizon customer service representative, and they understood my plight completely.
I told them to wait until I get a tape recorder to record my mother’s voice from my cellphone then I will call them back up and set up the new voicemail so people will always hear my greeting and know they have reached the correct telephone number.
I purchased a tape recorder the day before yesterday, and it was delivered to my home yesterday afternoon. I also ordered two Maxell cassette tapes.
Finally, this little mishap is about to be resolved.
It took me an entire year. I guess I was too preoccupied with other day to day activities/responsibilities or was a bit lazy on acting sooner.
I can afford to have been “tired/lazy”. I have been through a lot in life, in general, and managed to come through time and again still pushing forward doing what I must do.
I always had a nice grade head full of hair that grew long from my childhood unto my adulthood. I was never the type to wear any fake hair (I never had or needed to) I believe in being totally natural.
The first time I ever cut my hair was at age twelve where I kept it short in the front and long in the back (a cute style back during the 1980’s) until it grew back to its original length.
I first permed my hair when I was eighteen and let it grow all the way down my back throughout my twenties.
A year and a half ago In June of 2021 I went to a barber shop and did the “big chop”. I had them shave all of my hair close to the scalp.
I had already stopped putting a straight perm into my hair two years before. I wanted all remainder of the perm entirely cut off. I had a lot of hair and the barber told me to take a picture of it.
I prefer my hair to be totally natural and had planned to keep my hair continuously kept short.
However, my hair grows fast and for five months now I have been wearing my natural locks in a ponytail (the style I used to regularly wear my hair in before I did the big chop) and I love it!
While I will never ever get a perm again I decided to just let my hair grow out as long as it wants to.
I received Christmas gifts from managers when I worked in retail.
In my field of health care, I have had appreciative clients for no special occasion who had slipped me money for their appreciation of the work I did for them.
Before I left work late yesterday afternoon, one of my client’s relatives handed me a Christmas card with money.
I remember years ago when another client’s daughter handed me a Christmas card with two hundred dollars because she appreciated the work I did.
I have encountered nice people who were not just generous with their money but with their time and other acts of kindness and concern toward me.
The thoughts coming from these people are enough for me as I rarely accept money or gifts when asked what it is that I want- even from family or friends.
If people really want to give me something they will have to do it without consulting with me first because I do not ever want anything no matter how odd that may sound.
I have always been this way.
My mother would tell anybody that as she knew firsthand. She used to sometimes innocently fight with me as she did not understand the reason I did not take advantage of items she wanted to buy me when I was a teenager.
It is beautiful though when people give from their heart to show gratitude, love, or just because it is within their nature to be thoughtful or nice.
The true meaning of Christmas itself is to celebrate the birth and life of Jesus Christ, but there is nothing wrong with attributing this day with merriment and gift-giving.
Still and all, the most precious gifts in life cannot be bought or sold wrapped up and used to eventually be thrown away. Some material possessions do last a lifetime, but people and connected relationships last forever.
The best gifts on earth we have are each other (the one or ones that you love and who sincerely love you whether it is a pet, a genuine friend, or a treasured family member.)
Whether one believes this or not, even if there is no one in your corner, all one truly needs is God as he will provide and secure your future as well as maintain your strength and character.
When we accept Jesus, we receive the most significant (vital) gift of all- eternity.