A Good Memory

I wanted to share my pleasant memory of my father. Those memories are few and far in between so when I have one I want to blog about them so I can remember them.

I had to be about 4 or 5 and my teacher asked each student to bring in one of their father's old shirts to serve as your painting smock. It's funny how times change because i'm sure a teacher would not ask her class to bring in their father's shirt now because most kids don't live at home with daddy dearest.

Long story short my daddy gave me one of his brown t-shirts to use as a smock to create my masterpieces.

Over 20+ years later as I sat on the sofa I could literally smell the paint. I could feel it on my hands. I'm sure my parents don't have any of my early works or even remember me coming home with tales of how me and my bff helped each other create works of art.

This memory really doesn't have anything to do with my father. It has to do with something that he owned. But it's still a good memory and I want to focus on that. A good memory.

A Mental Block

I'm having writer's block. I started 3 different posts and deleted them all. What's the problem? I don't know. All I know is that this used to be so much easier.

For old times, how about a list?
-I'm in the process of assembling an all star crew. This may sound strange but the starting line up had to be revamped.
-I'm working on a project for my someone special.
-I missed the blog world. Did you guys miss me?
-The first few posts are always the hardest!
-I've become a better person, friend, and girlfriend in my absence from the blogspot.
- I sometimes listen to this playlist at work because it's amazing! It has 80s hits, great R&B, hip that i'm feeling, sprinkled in with a few white folks songs ( I ain't gon' lie I jam to a few of them).
-I've been practicing the blank stare for a while and I think i've perfected it.

Maybe i'll get my mojo back...

My Return?

I spoke with HH yesterday (Harvard Homey)and she encouraged me to blog again. Honestly, my heart hasn't been in it. We all know why. My first and only post was not well written, thought out, or gramatically correct. It was what it was.

I deleted my old blog. I really miss it. It saddens me that I can't go into my favorites folder and click on it. But that's life. Things happen. You roll with it.


I promise i'll be back.