~!Breaking Down!~

Some women find nothing worse than driving a car that breaks down. They may spend their nights asking the Lord Jesus Christ to bless them with the newest Town and Country knowing good and well that God would have to work a miracle greater than Parting the Red Sea for that prayer to become reality. Yet I love and admire women with such great faith. Right now my vehicle is very unpredictable, one moment everything is fine. The next my car is jerking and shaking so badly it feels as if I'm riding in one of those old wooden roller coasters at Cedar Point. But breaking down for me isn't all that horrible. My last breakdown one would image to be the worst of them all. I was on I-75 heading over the bridge over to I-96. Every warning light in my car flashed like Christmas lights as I pushed my poor baby across all four lanes of I-96 cutting off a semi in the process. POP! I heard the engine give up as a cloud of black smoke polluted the air. At first I wanted to be angry especially since I had a final the next day. Now I was stuck on the freeway with no books so I couldn't even study. Secondly, I had to figure out how I'd get to school the next day to take the final!
But I dismissed my fears and began to comfort myself with a box of chewy candies. I opened my passenger side door and closed my eyes. I suddenly realized that sitting on the side of the freeway was much like being at the beach. I discovered that the sound on each car swooshing by was like the oceans waves crashing against rocks emitting a cool breeze that made whispers of my air fly up. Only this beach had no sand and had no water, about the only thing it had WAS rocks mixed with glass and other debris that the shoulder of I-96 held. I suddenly thought I totally rather break down on the freeway than on a street with merely two lanes. I have my reasons... one the freeway has 4 whole lanes if I break down in one of them traffic can still keep moving at regular speed in the other 3. The street doesn't permit such freedom nor space. Number two the street in no way resembles the beach . Do I enjoy breaking down? Not at all. But does it make me angry?? NOPE! My car suddenly stopping is the only spontaneous thing that happens in my life. It causes a rush of adrenaline not knowing if I'll make it to the side of the road in time or simply sit in the middle of I-96 waiting like a damsel in distress for my handsome prince to come and rescue me. (joke more like Deedee's AAA) I love my Ford Focus but I'm afraid it's just like everything else in my life inconsistent and unreliable.

by: Ja'Nise Washington

Nightmares vs. Reality *(contin. of living in the ghetto)

Last night it seems as if my life was a suspense movie waiting to unfold. Already I had a less than wonderful day. All I sought was rest and comfort in the silence of being home alone. I was granted no such thing, the day continually worsened as the sun gave way to the moon's existence and slowly faded out of sight. The monsters of the ghetto began to swarm out like vampires, unseen and unheard yet definitely real! I put on my pajama's and uttered a prayer that should have lasted longer but when I closed my eyes I'd drift off into the lightest sleep, my bed room lamp still burned bright because for some reason I did not feel at ease with the darkness. I was soon about to cut the light off and dismiss such ill begotten fears; to just sleep- when my phone rings. The bells chime and without looking at my caller ID I know it's my sister. She tells me that some guy tried to climb into a window located at the back of her house; luckily her tiny little dog Cola has the bark of a beast and the police happened to be in the neighborhood, they responded to the dogs cries and saw the villain. He escaped still and that only intensified my uncertainties seeing that my sister only lives about 5 minutes away from us. Every creek in my house caused me to question if I was truly alone. My sister and I hung up and despite being apprehensive I settled down in my bed and closed my eyes..... nearly 10 to 20 mintues later their is a loud banging at my door. BOOM BOOM BOOM. The knocks came rapidly one after the other! Instantly my body began to tremble gosh who could be here at such a late hour? I glanced out my front window to see one police officer sporting a bullet proof vest. I go open my front door and they say, " You called us do you still need our assistance?" Of course I had not called 911 and I thought oh Lord could this be some type of prophecy lol DO I need their assistance??
After I closed the door I was a bit shaken up. I enjoyed being home alone but now my "home" is just beginning to feel like a house sitting on land. It isn't a place where I feel safe, it's just a roof, doors and windows. All I can do is ask God to protect me (along with my brothers .38 caliber) lol jk Let his angels march around my house like it's "The Battle of Jericho" :) In my eyes I'm a tough cookie, yet yesterday I felt like a small frightened child. It wasn't until my sister came over, sleeping in the next room that I could finally close my eyes peacefully.
She was nearest to the door, whomever should come in would get her before me ... lol

~The night does nothing but safely hide the villains that camouflage themselves like chameleon's during the day!~
by:Ja'Nise Washington

Beware....Deadly Epidemic!

I am no master in the field of epidemiology but it looks to me as if every corner I turn, every person I happen to run into, my very own family memebers are either one getting married or two pregnant. I have no problem with these two things personally, I'm not jealous or envious in anyway, I'm just curious and find it coincidental how so many people fall in love at the same time. Is everyone really falling head over hills want to marry you now love or is it simply the "popular" thing to do? I have yet to find out the answer to such a queston, I'm not sure if one actually exist. LoVe is a word that is nowadays thrown around so easily, the need to get married has grown greater than the need to search for a job, greater than the need for husbands to figure out how they will support there wives (or vise versa in some cases). I also wonder whether the mad epidemic has anything to do with mere physical attraction moreso than actual "love." See in those romance movies like the famous "Sleepless in Seattle" or the very funny "Brown Sugar" only the good lovely dovey, lustful actions without consequence portion of so called love is shown. But when all the I do's have been said and done, and the picture has been taken and framed, real life as well as real problems begin. Now me, I'm subborn sometimes stuck in my ways thinking that oh if I shall ever have the privledge of falling in love an argument shall never arise between my husband and I. Yet I laugh in my head knowing all is untrue, and I weigh the importance of such a decision, of knowing its no longer just me, it is two hearts, two minds, united, tied together for eternity. This "love/pregnancy" disease symptoms include excessive crying (because of happiness if getting married b/c of weird hormones if pregnant), nightmares of everything that could go wrong during the wedding (which my sister has often), feeling full but still wanting to eat (pregnant), or finding yourself smiling for absolutely no reason at all!! If you are experiencing such symptoms I suggest you one see a doctor immediately and start looking for maternity clothing or two hope that your boyfriend is on the same level because you are so ready to get married..... join the crowd you have now to caught one of the two of these incurable, speading like a wildfire at Yellowstone Park epidemics.Congratulations~!

By : Ja'Nise Washington ~~ Right now I have no need to fall in love, I'd rather fall in a bowl of chocolate~~