Several years ago I developed a craving for ice cream. The dollar store sold 1/2 gallons of Haagen Daas for this outrageously low price of one dollar and I ate a lot of ice cream. About a month into this binge I started to involuntarily leak urine. Becoming quite alarmed I called my son's mother-in-law (my play sister) and asked her the name of the herbologist she'd introduced me to on my visit to Texas to visit my son. First she told me that I wasn't getting any younger and that my problem was probably caused by just getting older. I was fifty-eight. At any rate she told me the lady's name (Ms. Loretta) and she gave me her phone number. After calling and explaining my symptoms to Ms. Loretta she informs me that my colon is full and it is pressing down on my bladder causing me to leak involuntarily. I asked her what I should do. She told me to look in the yellow pages under "health foods" and to find an RN that gave colonic treatment. I did not have a clue as to what she was talking about but I did what she told me to do. When I called the RN she told me that all that ice cream I had been craving and ate was in my colon. She told me that pasteurized milk products have no enzymes and the body does not pass them like food with enzymes so they stay with you. She told me that people with pregnant-looking stomachs are more often than not retaining food stuffs they couldn't pass because of a lack of enzymes in the food.
My colonics treatment turned out to be an enema. Not the kind we give our children at home. The treatment requires a profesional. 5 of these treatments stopped the leakage because my colon was no longer impacted with all this garbage. These treatments cost me $50 each. When I called my HMO and asked them to refer me to a colonics medical specialist they informed me that I would have to be referred to the surgical department. My niece came to visit me not knowing I'd undergone colonics and she informed me she just recently undergone surgery. She described her symptoms. They were indentical to my own when I was experiencing the bladder leakage. She told me she had just had a hysterectomy. My, My. Hysterectomy or Colonic, you be the judge! Until next time... God Bless.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Life after Death
Hello Everyone !
It is a fabulous day here in beautiful downtown Long Beach. Today I am going to talk about life after death. My husband, Clyde George died January 15, 2005. He came home from work at 6 a.m. and I greeted him at the door and he complained about pain he was having in his right arm. We both assumed it was aching probably caused by a cold that had settled in due to the bad weather we had been having. Before he had laid down to sleep he asked God to please get rid of the pain. I lay down beside him and he asked me to move over a bit because as usual I was right next to him and he was near the edge of the bed. I moved over and went back to sleep. One hour later my husband started to breathe really funny which woke me up. I asked him what was the matter and he fell out of the bed. My husband had fallen out of bed before because I was usually right next to him and he would just get up an get back in bed. This time he just lay there on the floor and I couldn't move him. He was wedged between the bed and the dresser and I couldn't get him up. I was so scared. I forgot my bed was on rollers and I could move it and possibly get him up (duh!). I crawled across the bed and call 911. The paramedics came right away. They asked me to leave the room so they could work on my husband and I did. One of the paramedics came out to talk to me to ask me questions. He asked me if he was my husband and if he had been having any medical problems. He asked me my husband's name and I told him "Clyde". He said he was sorry but Clyde was gone. I told him if he would do his job he could bring my husband back. I didn't think they had tried all they could - I thought they were just being lazy. He said they had done all they could and it was too late he was gone. He was very sympathetic. He told me he had to call the police to make sure there was no foul play. The police came and the paramedics sent for the coroner. The policeman asked me if Clyde George was really my husband (my husband is white and I'm black) and I said "yes" and that we had been married for 30 years and we have one son who lived in Texas. The policeman asked me what happened and I told him my husband worked nights and he just came home and he laid down to bed with me. This was 6:30 a.m. and at 9:30 a.m. he started to breathe really odd and fell out of the bed. The police left after taking my statement and so did the paramedics. I was left alone with my husband who was still on the floor. The paramedics had rolled my bed out of the way - Duh! I put a pillow underneath Daddy's head (I called my husband "Daddy" or "Angel") and I put a blanket over him because his body was so cold and I laid down beside him to give him some warmth and to talk to him. I hugged him; I kissed him; I told him he would always be alive to me. I kissed him and told him I had to get dressed because there was going to be a lot of people coming in and out and I was still in my gown and robe. The whole time I was getting dressed I talked to him and I never shed a tear because I knew in my heart from what I read in the Bible that I would get my husband back real soon. My husband bought me a Mayan calendar medallion and the calendar ends at 2012. We used to discuss our Jesus coming back at that time and that we would both be here to see his return. So I knew and I know that I will see my husband and my son, John Anthony who died in 1995 at the age of 35 with AIDS, soon. We will live on this earth for 1000 years in peace and harmony. My lord Jesus died on that cross to make this happen. That's why we celebrate the resurrection and call it Easter.
I know there is life after death.
Today July 15, 2008 my granddaughter, Victoria Grace Jackson and my grandson, Charles Tino Harris Jackson III lost their father Charles Jackson - he was 43 years old. He was the victim of an act of violence. Victoria Grace and Prince Charles you will see your dad again. You will see your dad again very soon and you will be able to live here on this earth with him in peace , joy, love and happiness for 1000 years. That is God's promise. I love you guys - Grandma.
It is a fabulous day here in beautiful downtown Long Beach. Today I am going to talk about life after death. My husband, Clyde George died January 15, 2005. He came home from work at 6 a.m. and I greeted him at the door and he complained about pain he was having in his right arm. We both assumed it was aching probably caused by a cold that had settled in due to the bad weather we had been having. Before he had laid down to sleep he asked God to please get rid of the pain. I lay down beside him and he asked me to move over a bit because as usual I was right next to him and he was near the edge of the bed. I moved over and went back to sleep. One hour later my husband started to breathe really funny which woke me up. I asked him what was the matter and he fell out of the bed. My husband had fallen out of bed before because I was usually right next to him and he would just get up an get back in bed. This time he just lay there on the floor and I couldn't move him. He was wedged between the bed and the dresser and I couldn't get him up. I was so scared. I forgot my bed was on rollers and I could move it and possibly get him up (duh!). I crawled across the bed and call 911. The paramedics came right away. They asked me to leave the room so they could work on my husband and I did. One of the paramedics came out to talk to me to ask me questions. He asked me if he was my husband and if he had been having any medical problems. He asked me my husband's name and I told him "Clyde". He said he was sorry but Clyde was gone. I told him if he would do his job he could bring my husband back. I didn't think they had tried all they could - I thought they were just being lazy. He said they had done all they could and it was too late he was gone. He was very sympathetic. He told me he had to call the police to make sure there was no foul play. The police came and the paramedics sent for the coroner. The policeman asked me if Clyde George was really my husband (my husband is white and I'm black) and I said "yes" and that we had been married for 30 years and we have one son who lived in Texas. The policeman asked me what happened and I told him my husband worked nights and he just came home and he laid down to bed with me. This was 6:30 a.m. and at 9:30 a.m. he started to breathe really odd and fell out of the bed. The police left after taking my statement and so did the paramedics. I was left alone with my husband who was still on the floor. The paramedics had rolled my bed out of the way - Duh! I put a pillow underneath Daddy's head (I called my husband "Daddy" or "Angel") and I put a blanket over him because his body was so cold and I laid down beside him to give him some warmth and to talk to him. I hugged him; I kissed him; I told him he would always be alive to me. I kissed him and told him I had to get dressed because there was going to be a lot of people coming in and out and I was still in my gown and robe. The whole time I was getting dressed I talked to him and I never shed a tear because I knew in my heart from what I read in the Bible that I would get my husband back real soon. My husband bought me a Mayan calendar medallion and the calendar ends at 2012. We used to discuss our Jesus coming back at that time and that we would both be here to see his return. So I knew and I know that I will see my husband and my son, John Anthony who died in 1995 at the age of 35 with AIDS, soon. We will live on this earth for 1000 years in peace and harmony. My lord Jesus died on that cross to make this happen. That's why we celebrate the resurrection and call it Easter.
I know there is life after death.
Today July 15, 2008 my granddaughter, Victoria Grace Jackson and my grandson, Charles Tino Harris Jackson III lost their father Charles Jackson - he was 43 years old. He was the victim of an act of violence. Victoria Grace and Prince Charles you will see your dad again. You will see your dad again very soon and you will be able to live here on this earth with him in peace , joy, love and happiness for 1000 years. That is God's promise. I love you guys - Grandma.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Marriage
Every little girl dreams of getting married to Prince Charming (thanks to Snow White) and living happily ever after. Well, my granddaughter Victoria Grace was one of those little girls who had that dream and her dream has come true. Please read "The Proposal" and afterwards please tell me what you think. This is true romance at its Zenith. Enjoy!
Will you marry me?
Wesley asked Victoria to be his bride December 11th, 2006.
The Proposal as it Happened Viewthevideo of the proposal along with additional footage of that memorable night.
Helpful Hint! In case it does not occur automatically, you may need to close the music window in the background in order to hear the sound for the video.
His Take
The Proposal as it Happened Viewthevideo of the proposal along with additional footage of that memorable night.
Helpful Hint! In case it does not occur automatically, you may need to close the music window in the background in order to hear the sound for the video.
His Take
I always wanted to do something big when I proposed to that special girl. I went through tons of ideas, but with a tight budget, it made it pretty difficult. However at the same time, it is a one time thing, so I had to do it right. Once I decided on what I was going to do, I shared my idea with my mom and friends. They liked the idea, so I went to work in planning the special night. I started by posting ads on Craigslist for a singer or musicians. I wanted to find someone to sing our special song, "Kissing You" from Romeo and Juliet the movie. Secretly arranging the entire night was somewhat difficult, I eventually found a place to rent a piano and deliver it. This was key to making everything work out. I purchased a ring and had everything scheduled and ready to go.
I told Victoria I had a surprise for her birthday, but made it sound very simple so she wouldn't think anything so she went out to her Moms for the day and ran some other errands. They delivered the piano earlier in the day, it was beautiful. I called my Mom and planned for her to come into the house later to let the singer in. I setup the camera, candles, place settings, lights, e.t.c.
As soon as Victoria came home, I met her outside so she couldn't see what was going on. We went out for the night to watch a movies and I was in contact with the singer at the movies on my "bathroom" breaks to ensure everything was going as planned. We then picked up dinner from Olive Garden to take home. We drove home and I we went to the door, I rang the door bell to signal the singer/piano player to start the song.
She was surprised and I don't think she knew exactly what was going on, but we danced and I waited for the piano interlude to finally propose. I was excited and was so happy everything worked out. We ate dinner and our singer played additional songs for us as we ate and then we relaxed on a couch as we listened to the rest of the music.
I told Victoria I had a surprise for her birthday, but made it sound very simple so she wouldn't think anything so she went out to her Moms for the day and ran some other errands. They delivered the piano earlier in the day, it was beautiful. I called my Mom and planned for her to come into the house later to let the singer in. I setup the camera, candles, place settings, lights, e.t.c.
As soon as Victoria came home, I met her outside so she couldn't see what was going on. We went out for the night to watch a movies and I was in contact with the singer at the movies on my "bathroom" breaks to ensure everything was going as planned. We then picked up dinner from Olive Garden to take home. We drove home and I we went to the door, I rang the door bell to signal the singer/piano player to start the song.
She was surprised and I don't think she knew exactly what was going on, but we danced and I waited for the piano interlude to finally propose. I was excited and was so happy everything worked out. We ate dinner and our singer played additional songs for us as we ate and then we relaxed on a couch as we listened to the rest of the music.
Her Take
I knew he was planning something, but thought it was for my birthday. When we walked in, I couldn't believe my eyes... I was like "What is going on?" I thought it was the most wonderful thing. Then we danced and I was still trying to figure out, why all this for my birthday, then he got on his knee and proposed and finally it all made sense. I was so happy and excited. We ate dinner and just didn't know what to do, everything was so beautiful and my ring was so perfect, I couldn't stop looking at it and smiling. That's how I remember it and till this day it makes me smile.
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