Interpretation of Slang Story

The young man was low man in the army and he got drunk after dark. He kept calling everyone and telling everyone to slow down when they wanted to get him to finish his story. He was a real silly person and everyone knew he was going to have a real bad morning because he was going to throw up all that he drank. All night long he kept falling on the dance floor acting like a real and people were tired of his of his and they were just relaxing at the bar, as the night wore on you could tell he was really drinking because everyone became his brother and all the ladies were nice and he was asking perfect strangers it they had drugs. Well he threw-up on the way home and the had to be carried into the house, he was really hallucinating because someone gave him some drugs and he was going on and on like a . He was acting really crazy and well he was acting like he was really tough. Damn he was farting as they took him into his room to throw him on his bed, then he started telling everyone to go away and then in the next breat he would ask them if any one had any meat. He keep asking everyone if they had and crystal meth, say man it will make you feel , damn and for sure. He finally passed out and everyone left.
He got up the next morning and his hair was all over the place and his breath smelled like shit. He looked at himself in the mirrow and thought to himself I am a real fool. Dame, I threw up in car on the way home last night, that was sick. I thought I was better than that. He looked around his neck to see a lot of gold and diamonds and wondered where that had come from, then he said to himself that is just crazy. He also noticed that his fake tan was fading.
He decided that he would go back to the bar that night

Slang Story: The Dude

This dude was a grunt in the army and he got hammered after dark-thirty. He kept calling everyone dawg and telling them to hold your horses when they wanted to get him to finish his story. He was a real schmuck and everyone knew he was going to have a real crappy morning cuz he was going to barf up all that he drank. All night long he kept slippin on the dance floor acting like a real goober and people were tired of his schiznits and that were just chillin at the bar, as the night wore on you could tell he was really drinking because everyone became his bro, all the ladies were sweet and he was askin perfect strangers if they had dope.
Well, puked on the way home and the noob had to be carried into the house, he was really trippin because someone gave him some smack and he was going on and on like a battle-rattle. He was acting really wacky and jeez he was acting like he was really bad. Dang he sharting as they took him into his room to throw him on his bed, then he started telling everyone to groway and then in the next breath he would ask them “got beef”l. He keep asking everyone if they had any crack, saying man it will make you feel tubular, dang and fo’ sho’. He finally passed out and everyone left.
He got up the next morning and his hair was all nappy and his breath smelled like crap. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought to himself I am a real cracker jack. Dang I pucked in the car on the way home last night, that was sick. I thought I was more rad than that. He looked around his neck to see a lot of bling and wondered where that had come from, then he said to himself that is just wacky. He also noticed that his fake bake was faded.
He decided that he would go back to the bar that night to find out what all had happened, so he walked in calling out to everyone, hey ya’ll I’m back fill give be the 5-o on what happed last night, and they told him he had been acting like a haji. Phwea I thought I had been acting ary like my homie over there at the bar, but it seems I was just being a cracker, then he turned around to his buddies and said anitcha a cowhead or something, it’s a dang good thing the fuzz didn’t pull us over last night or we would have ended up in church, man last night was just phat, it’s a bummer I don’t remember it all, just bits a pieces. He said that he was glad that he still had oll of his digits, he was glad he still could bounce, he was disappointed that he had yacked, oh dang I am a fool, he decided he was all shopped out. He said to himself I am such a shizzle and crap that is illy, drinking till you puck. Man going out and getting wasted is dope, totally dope. Hey yo lets go do it again he started yellin at his friends, and then he started talking all gansta. We are all suck noobs, uh-oh it’s a good thing I am not into otaku or I really would have my breaces in a broseph, you all know Im down.

Native American Holiday

I was given an assignment in my English Composition class to create a holiday. The holiday I have chosen to create is Celebrate Native Americans. I think they should be celebrated, they are after all the ones that were living in this great country of ours first. I am biased on this subject because I am Native American 3/4 anyway. My great great great great grandfather is Chief Cochise and I am from the tribe of the Chiricahua Apaches. There is much about our Native American brothers and sisters to be celebrated and remembered. Our cultures are intertwined.

The day I chose to celebrate this holiday is June 8th, that is the day Cochise slipped into eternity. I am sure there are other great dates that could be chosen but this one is special to me.

The symbols for this Holiday would be a Peace Pipe.

This holiday would incorporate parades with all of the tribes represented, followed by a big meal in town squares or community centers, anywhere that could hold a large number of people. With meals of typical Indian fair being served and a handout on each of the dishes being served so that everyone would know what they are eating and why it is being served. Then there would be a time for some of the Natives to share stories and a time of dancing around a campfire. Having games for the children, targets set up for practice with a bow and arrow, horse rides for children. Indian dress, jewelry, baskets, blankets and more for sell, especially their pottery for others to enjoy and to help support the Natives to have a better life. There could even be a station set up so that children could have their faces painted to experience what that was like.

Traditions that I hope that would come from this is for those of us in this country and those that belong to a tribe would sit around and share their heritage or the stories that they know from when the Indians were able to roam this land as free men and women. I would hope that plays would be put on depicting the history of the Native Americans.

I have this wonderful picture in my head of what I would hope this day would look like but I can't seem to find the words to do it justice.

My Future

I look at this picture to my left and realize that I am on the way to fulfilling one of the desires of my heart. I have loved cooking for for as long as I can remember and I love creating something for family and friends to sample. I may look at recipes but I always have to add my own little twist, to make the dish mine. Adding an extra spice, a different meat, or even a different sauce to an old standby makes for some pretty interesting dishes.

My daughters and I are having a ladies only party this Saturday and we will be creating some new fingerfoods for the ladies to sample.

The closer I come to finishing this semester the more real this all is beginning to feel. We already have friends that are going to help us put our business plan together, the menu is coming along as well as the decor of the deli. We have already decided on some of our suppliers and their is more to come. In my head I am already planning the layout of the deli, the pre-opening dinner for family and friends (invitation only). My daughter and I are going to name a few things on our menu after some people that are close to us. Our Deli is named after my daughter Shalyn and my stake is all of this is to do something alongside my daughter. My other children and I will find our special place as well, but for now this is on the front burner. We have a plan and we are working our plan. Even our grades in school are good, speaking to both of us the importance of what we are doing for our future.

I haven't been this excited about anything since getting married and having my children. I am looking forward to the day that we can open the doors on the deli and begin serving. Shay and I have already decided that service will be key and so will working, in other words if you would like a paycheck then we would like for you to work for it, we aren't in to paying employees for standing around texting and talking on their phones, that will be fine on their breaks but not on our dime (so to speak), it amazes me when you go into restaurants and you see the employees just standing around talking, texting and horsing around and customers are waiting on service, leaves a bad taste in my mouth, not a place I want to visit again, food may be good, but if the service sucks, I will go somewhere else. We went to a fabulous restaurant in Manhattan called Bon 45, the service was exceptional (we were on a time limit because of the Broadway Show we were going to see) and our waiter had everything to our table, cooked to perfection, where we had time to enjoy it and then served us the best glass of wine I have had to date (and I don't know the name of it), this is a restaurant I will visit again and again. I would recommend this to anyone traveling to New York, it's amazing.

As I think about our deli, I visualize it as being successful, as customers coming in and out. I see us building a rapor with them. I want to sell certain types of art from local artists, my sister-in-law has a business and I would love to feature that as well and my mom-in-law does some awesome aprons and they need to be represented as well. Thank God for dreams!!!!!!!!

Hopefully the journey of this deli will continue to be recorded here and in my journals so that I can look back and see the legs of this journey.

New York Reflection

The sky is hues of gray, some soft while others are more stark and the skyline is filled with tall rectangular buildings with small rectangle within each, from this vantage point all the buildings in the background are a shade of gray, while the buildings in the forefront are brick red with the gray of the railing of the bridge running in front. You hear the sound of hundreds of vehicles, horns honking and many sounds of the city running together so that you can't distinguish what they are. You can smell the exhause fumes from all of the traffic and the smell of trash that is on the streets, and the aroma of many different cuisines. You see people everywhere that you look, business men/women in their suits rushing off to work, moms or the nannies pushing children in their strollers headed somewhere in the city, you see people coming up from the subway tunnels scrabbling to be somewhere. Businesses are opening for the day as they slide the large metal doors up that have been protecting their businesses through the night. As you look up you see building that seem to go on forever getting lost in the sky and finally you hear it the rain begins to pelt down on the city.

The smell of the city takes your breath away as you drive into the city, it happens everytime that we arrive. Everywhere around you there is the hustle and bustle of the city, the bright yellow cabs are everywhere, we are hearing people whistling and waving their hands to get the cab to stop to take them to some destination within the city. As you walk down the streets of Manhattan you are drawn into the stores to do a little more shopping, maybe to find that perfect outfit for the event that you have coming up, or you go into the one of a kind shop for that gift for your special someone. You come upon the hotdog cart on the corner and you can't walk by without having one, so you order a hotdog with mustard, relish and onion and then you and a knish with mustart. You take a bite of the hotdog and it crunches in your mouth and the taste is like something you've never had before and you keep strolling down the street, you come upon a street vendor with jewelry, hats, scarves, and art work so much to choose from. You continue your journey down the streets and you happen upon one of the many bakeries that the city has to offer and you can't pass this up so you go inside and buy a dozen different pastries because you can't make up your mind and then your off to explore the city once more. You turn a corner and there you are in Soho, so it's time for a little more shopping. When you've finished shopping you continue to explore the city and you come upon the site where Twin Towers use to stand and you see the pictures and letters that have been placed throughout the site and you can't help but feel you heart come up in your throat and the tears begin to run down your face as you read the letters from the children to their parents who perished on 9/11.

I feel like I am coming home as we cross the bridge into Manhattan. I am looking at the skyline, roll the window down and begin to take in the smell of the city, trying to distinguish between the awful smell of trash and the wonderful aroma of all the restaurants. I look up and to me know where else I have ever been looks like this city does to me, when you visit New York you are visiting the world, almost every tongue known to man resides here, it is like a country within a county, on every corner you can hear a different language spoke, sometimes you have to remind yourself that you are still in the US. On one block you are in Little Italy and then on the next you are in China town, just keep going a few blocks and you will be in Spanish Harlem. Culture, Culture everywhere. This is a city that seems to never sleep, you can always find an adventure. You are only bored if you don't take advantage of the many things to do, shows on Broadway, the many Museums and Botanical Gardens. There is no place to shop like shopping here, you can shop for days and days and then shop somemore. For all the wonderful things to explore in this city, you still have to step over trash, maybe a homeless person asleep on the sidewalk, or walk by someone that has decided that this is the corner he will use to relieve himself, or you see those infected with Aids asking for a handout either for shelter or a meal. As you are observing all this you see that the citizens of New York have become desinsitized to the site because they don't even notice anymore, they just go on with their lives like there is nothing amiss. We stop to listen to a street musician playing Amazing Grace on his saxaphone held together with rubber bands. As you stop to listen it seems the citizens of New York stop and listen with you and then we all put some change into his cup.

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As I look at this picture the one thing that comes to mind is that there is someone that has decided to be themselves, to be an individual, to not follow the pack. I would place myself in this category, I don't like following the crowd just because it might be the in thing to do, I follow my heart and my convictions. I don't think it is a good idea in life to just follow along, we all need to be who we were created to be and allow ourselves to be shaped by our beliefs, not the beliefs of others. I have seen another picture of a fish swimming against the flow of  the others and that is what this picture reminds me of. I am a person who stands for what I believe and am not easily influnenced by the beliefs of others. I have desires in my heart and that is the direction that I am headed and as I continue to look at the picture, that is what I am reminded of. We all don't have to look or act like each other, can you imagine what a boring world this would be if we were all exactly the same, without individuality, we might as well sleep through life. Thank God for our differences, for our creativity and for each of us having our own voice. this picture if you really take the time to look at it speaks volumes. I hope that we all decide to be ourselves and not an imitation of someone else, there are to many people out there trying to be someone they are not instead of embracing who they are and loving who they are. I love the differences. I hope to always be myself at this point in my life, to many times when I was younger I tried being who others wanted me to be and now I am who I am and I love the person I have become.

I'm Continuing My Journey

I have completed my first month of the second semester of school and I have learned so much, invaluable tools already and I still have so much to learn. The things that I am learning I am sharing with my family and friends and it's incredible. Making new dishes in new ways is very exciting to me and once I have the foundations down then I can begin to tweak some of them so that they are healthier dishes. In the meantime my knife skills are improving and my understanding of how different foods, spices and sauces work together is growing. My baking skills are improving as well. Of course I am required to take other classes as well and each one is bringing benefits of their own and I am enjoying each for how they are improving a different aspect of my life.




It is amazing how well things work together to create some amazing dishes and we can say the same about life. It amazes me to set here and think about how God put all of these things together and they compliment each other so well, making our lives that much more enjoyable, challenging and rewarding sometimes all in the same breath. Everyday presents us with new opportunities to learn,to share, and to overcome whether that be through studies, relationships or some other avenue we have much to be thankful for, especially in this great country of ours, even with all of its fault.



I love spending my days in the kitchen creating something new and sharing it with others, I think it gives me a glimpse into the heart of Papa God, how He must have felt as He was creating this exceptional world that we are a part of. I love how it brings joy to others, don't you know Papa must feel the same way.



I am working on the projects that I need to complete for some of my other classes and as I work on them I am looking for how they affect other avenues of my life, I don't want to learn just for the sake of learning, I desire for a life change to take place from the things that I am learning so that I can help make a positive impact on the lives of those around me.



Take time today to reflect on the things that are impacting your life and how you can use those things to make a postive impact on those around you.