I nearly got caught up is some mess on Monday. I can't go into any details, but let's just say that none of it has anything to do with me. It is other folks project. I am only involved in it because I have some computer skills.
The main person in charge of the project was trying to pass the buck off to me. I am not even a part of the department that is doing the project. It turned it back on the project manager. Now, it's up to him to get back with the top man and get the go ahead.
My brother laughed at me because I actually decided to help out for a brief moment. I am sympathetic. I hate to see folk struggle, but I can only do so much. It's not on my back anymore.
That's what you get when you wait until the last minute to do something that you knew about three months ago.
This is the personal diary of deartra d. Boone, where she posts her current thoughts, feelings, interests, and other things as needed. Everything that is written here, is In HER Own Voice!
10.29.2002
10.28.2002
Hormones, Old School COGIC...
And Some Other Stuff
Last week was a very hormonal week for me. I was having issues all week long.
Wednesday was the worse, because I was hormonal at church. I was irritated greatly at church. I sung with the praise team. I shouldn't have as hormonal as I was feeling. The praise team sung mostly moderate tempo songs. The elder in charge said, "Come on praise team, sing some Zion songs." I was expecting the praise team to sing some uptempo, make you wanna shout, hand clapping, foot stomping, songs, but no. I was standing in front of the church singing and thinking, "Can I get a little pepper sauce in this?" I hope no one in the sanctuary could tell what I was thinking.
I know that part of it was because I am anxious and excited about the upcoming COGIC National Convocation that occurs in a couple of week. Actually, it's in 13 days. I am so ready to go.
I grew up old school Church of God in Christ. I love the COGIC style of praise and worship. It is upbeat, lively, and it gets the blood going. You want to praise the Lord in the old school COGIC style of praise and worship.
Sunday at Superintendent Rylander's church, I got a dose of what I needed, old school COGIC style of praise and worship. It was wonderful. The organist played and sang during the offering. The music helped the offering move quickly. The whole congregation was singing, clapping, and giving.
We raised over $10,000 for Superintendent and Missionary Rylander in about 20 minutes. That's a miracle! Most anniversary or appreciation offerings take over 30 minutes. I have been at some where they have taken over an hour.
Squeezing money from "saved, sanctified, Holy Ghost filled church folk" is like pulling an alligator's teeth... your subject to get your head bit off.
Last week was a very hormonal week for me. I was having issues all week long.
Wednesday was the worse, because I was hormonal at church. I was irritated greatly at church. I sung with the praise team. I shouldn't have as hormonal as I was feeling. The praise team sung mostly moderate tempo songs. The elder in charge said, "Come on praise team, sing some Zion songs." I was expecting the praise team to sing some uptempo, make you wanna shout, hand clapping, foot stomping, songs, but no. I was standing in front of the church singing and thinking, "Can I get a little pepper sauce in this?" I hope no one in the sanctuary could tell what I was thinking.
I know that part of it was because I am anxious and excited about the upcoming COGIC National Convocation that occurs in a couple of week. Actually, it's in 13 days. I am so ready to go.
I grew up old school Church of God in Christ. I love the COGIC style of praise and worship. It is upbeat, lively, and it gets the blood going. You want to praise the Lord in the old school COGIC style of praise and worship.
Sunday at Superintendent Rylander's church, I got a dose of what I needed, old school COGIC style of praise and worship. It was wonderful. The organist played and sang during the offering. The music helped the offering move quickly. The whole congregation was singing, clapping, and giving.
We raised over $10,000 for Superintendent and Missionary Rylander in about 20 minutes. That's a miracle! Most anniversary or appreciation offerings take over 30 minutes. I have been at some where they have taken over an hour.
Squeezing money from "saved, sanctified, Holy Ghost filled church folk" is like pulling an alligator's teeth... your subject to get your head bit off.
10.21.2002
Most Supportive Usher
Sunday was our Usher Annual Day at church. I won Most Supportive Usher. I didn't win Female Usher of the Year. Sis. J got it. I was hoping that I would get it. I was disappointed that I didn't receive it. But since it was Sis. J that beat me, I wasn't upset as much as I would have been. Oh, well, there's always next year.
I asked someone why I was so supportive, the person told me that it was in my nature. I guess so. Anyway, always next year.
Sis. MJ gave Sis. R and Min. D a plaque honoring their mothers who were ushers, but have gone on to be with the Lord. Sis. R boohooed. Yesterday, Oct. 20, 2002, was the anniversary of Sis. R's mother's funeral. Sis. MJ is very good with dates.
Here's another date to remember. Sis. S's mother died on Sept. 11, 2002. If I know Sis. MJ, she will remember.
I asked someone why I was so supportive, the person told me that it was in my nature. I guess so. Anyway, always next year.
Sis. MJ gave Sis. R and Min. D a plaque honoring their mothers who were ushers, but have gone on to be with the Lord. Sis. R boohooed. Yesterday, Oct. 20, 2002, was the anniversary of Sis. R's mother's funeral. Sis. MJ is very good with dates.
Here's another date to remember. Sis. S's mother died on Sept. 11, 2002. If I know Sis. MJ, she will remember.
Guess What?
Guess what? Somebody dogged me out in my guestbook. They didn't even have the nerve to leave their name or their email address. Ain't that a blip.
Like I learned this weekend from listening to a message from 1978 by Dr. Richard Henton, "the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar.
It's my diary and I can talk about what I want to.
God is a good God.
Like I learned this weekend from listening to a message from 1978 by Dr. Richard Henton, "the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar.
It's my diary and I can talk about what I want to.
God is a good God.
10.04.2002
Other Stuff...
Editing & Writing
I am still editing the book for my father. He likes to use the word And. He also like using the ellipsis and quotation marks. It works my nerves sometimes. The typist that he has working for him types every and, ellipsis, and quotation mark that he writes down. I am still wondering how I was drafted to do the editing.
I am a very good editor. I am a good writer as well. Writing is in my blood. I have always written poems, stories, and essays that held people's interest. I remember when I was in the seventh grade. We were given the first few sentences of a story. We had to complete the story. We had to read our stories out loud. While everyone else was reading their stories, no one was paying attention to them, including the teacher. When I read my story, everyone paid attention to my story. Everyone liked my story, too. I was glad. I felt good. The writing bug bit me then.
Domino Interjection...
The computer is cheating again. Hold up... Fifteen Baby! Here we go, Fifteen more! Oh well, the computer just made me draw again.
Back to Editing & Writing
I enjoy writing probably about as much as D enjoys playing the drums. I work on my craft, so that I can get better. I think I am good. I have been published a couple of times in college. I don't know which way I want to go to get paid for writing. I have a textbook in the works. I also have a novel in the works. I am unsure of which way to go.
I think I am as creative with words as D is with the drums. I can just sit down and make up stuff. I do it all the time. When people see me writing, they always ask me, "What are you writing?" I usually say, "Nothing. I have to write things down when they pop into my head or my head will burst."
Since I have been editing the book for my father, it makes me want to be a writer even more. I have to stop procrastinating about it.
Musical Interjection...
I am listening to Karen Clark Sheard's 2nd Chance CD. I am feeling the cut entitled "I've Been Changed." I keep playing it over and over.
It's playing now.
I feel like doing the running man. I know that is an old dance, but the song is so mellow. The running man is the best dance to do to the song.
I am going to close on the musical interjection. I am going to get my praise on...
Later ya'll!
I am still editing the book for my father. He likes to use the word And. He also like using the ellipsis and quotation marks. It works my nerves sometimes. The typist that he has working for him types every and, ellipsis, and quotation mark that he writes down. I am still wondering how I was drafted to do the editing.
I am a very good editor. I am a good writer as well. Writing is in my blood. I have always written poems, stories, and essays that held people's interest. I remember when I was in the seventh grade. We were given the first few sentences of a story. We had to complete the story. We had to read our stories out loud. While everyone else was reading their stories, no one was paying attention to them, including the teacher. When I read my story, everyone paid attention to my story. Everyone liked my story, too. I was glad. I felt good. The writing bug bit me then.
Domino Interjection...
The computer is cheating again. Hold up... Fifteen Baby! Here we go, Fifteen more! Oh well, the computer just made me draw again.
Back to Editing & Writing
I enjoy writing probably about as much as D enjoys playing the drums. I work on my craft, so that I can get better. I think I am good. I have been published a couple of times in college. I don't know which way I want to go to get paid for writing. I have a textbook in the works. I also have a novel in the works. I am unsure of which way to go.
I think I am as creative with words as D is with the drums. I can just sit down and make up stuff. I do it all the time. When people see me writing, they always ask me, "What are you writing?" I usually say, "Nothing. I have to write things down when they pop into my head or my head will burst."
Since I have been editing the book for my father, it makes me want to be a writer even more. I have to stop procrastinating about it.
Musical Interjection...
I am listening to Karen Clark Sheard's 2nd Chance CD. I am feeling the cut entitled "I've Been Changed." I keep playing it over and over.
"I was a bird on the ground, using my legs to get around. I was a piano out of tune, but I've been turned around... Cause I can fly now and the song I play let's me know, I've been changed."
It's playing now.
"Twinkie, you know what I'm talking about. I know you do."
I feel like doing the running man. I know that is an old dance, but the song is so mellow. The running man is the best dance to do to the song.
I am going to close on the musical interjection. I am going to get my praise on...
"Nevermind what you heard, I'm not the same somewhere, somehow, some way, I reversed the way I do things... I've been changed."
Later ya'll!
Email To D & From D This is what I sent to D...
I have been promising to email you. I don't want to be a liar. I hadn't emailed you because I couldn't think of anything to say.
You are getting very skilled at playing the drums. You sound very good. Everyone at church can tell when you aren't on the drums. I am not trying to inflate your ego or anything, but you sound even better than Name Omitted on the drums. I don't know if that is because of your skill or because Name Omitted's heart is not into playing the drums anymore. I am going to say that it is because of your skill. (SMILE.)
I don't get to see much these days since you want to be a BMW (Black Man Working). Every woman wants a BMW. (SMILE). I'm not mad at you.
There is not a lot new with me. I am writing a story online. You can check it out http://ladawnya.diaryland.com/. IF you have time, I know you are busy these days.
I have to run, these crazy children are acting up. I gotta go regulate.
Later,
deartra
This is what D sent to me...
Hey girl, I really wanted to thank you for all our encouragement. It really means alot to me. You are the one person that notices my playing all the time. Its surprises me soooooo much how much you actually listen. Thanks for supporting me. You won't have to worry about me getting "Big Headed". I know none of this would be possible if it wasn't for God. Ever since I came back from North Dakota I have been seriously concentrating on my playing and my relationship w/God. I just think its now starting to pay off. You don't have no idea how I practice everyday, and I do mean everyday. I'm not satisfied w/just being Good, I want to be great. I always think that everytime I play, I'm sitting at the Lords feet and he is just telling me to worship him. I want to give him my best everytime I play. I still have to get a whole lot better, but hopefully by the end of this year I'll be where I want to be skill wise.
Again, thank-you for just simply being there for me. I know I have been a little busy going to work and doing my music thing. I need to do a better job at keeping in contact with you. Especially since you have e-mail, I have no excuse. I will talk with you soon. Miss ya!
Love, D.
That's all I can do at the moment. I feel my emotions working on me again.
You are getting very skilled at playing the drums. You sound very good. Everyone at church can tell when you aren't on the drums. I am not trying to inflate your ego or anything, but you sound even better than Name Omitted on the drums. I don't know if that is because of your skill or because Name Omitted's heart is not into playing the drums anymore. I am going to say that it is because of your skill. (SMILE.)
I don't get to see much these days since you want to be a BMW (Black Man Working). Every woman wants a BMW. (SMILE). I'm not mad at you.
There is not a lot new with me. I am writing a story online. You can check it out http://ladawnya.diaryland.com/. IF you have time, I know you are busy these days.
I have to run, these crazy children are acting up. I gotta go regulate.
Later,
deartra
This is what D sent to me...
Hey girl, I really wanted to thank you for all our encouragement. It really means alot to me. You are the one person that notices my playing all the time. Its surprises me soooooo much how much you actually listen. Thanks for supporting me. You won't have to worry about me getting "Big Headed". I know none of this would be possible if it wasn't for God. Ever since I came back from North Dakota I have been seriously concentrating on my playing and my relationship w/God. I just think its now starting to pay off. You don't have no idea how I practice everyday, and I do mean everyday. I'm not satisfied w/just being Good, I want to be great. I always think that everytime I play, I'm sitting at the Lords feet and he is just telling me to worship him. I want to give him my best everytime I play. I still have to get a whole lot better, but hopefully by the end of this year I'll be where I want to be skill wise.
Again, thank-you for just simply being there for me. I know I have been a little busy going to work and doing my music thing. I need to do a better job at keeping in contact with you. Especially since you have e-mail, I have no excuse. I will talk with you soon. Miss ya!
Love, D.
That's all I can do at the moment. I feel my emotions working on me again.
10.03.2002
He Emailed Me!
I am playing dominoes on the computer. Why did the computer make me draw all of the dominoes in the bone yard? This has nothing to do with this entry. I just felt it.
Here's The Reason for this Entry...
D finally emailed me. I am glad. I have emailed him three or four times and he hasn't returned any of my emails. My heart did a flip when I saw that he had emailed me.
(Maybe I'm Not) Over Him
Maybe I'm not over him. Maybe I still wish a friend. He could be to me. Together forever be. Maybe I'm not over him.
He's gone. Gone away. Maybe I'm not over him.
I don't know what to do. My hearts still hurts to the core. I don't know what to do. Oh, Lord, please help me to go through. Cause maybe I'm not over him.
Here's the explanation behind D.
D is ten years younger than me. I would have to be difficult and decide to like someone that much younger than me. He is a guy from my church. My pastor and single's ministry director is quite adamant about younger men - older women relationships. So, it would probably be a real struggle if we decided to date.
A number of other people in my life have told me to go for it, but I haven't. I make myself not think about him. It hurts to know that you have feelings for someone and you can't do anything about it. I am too old for this.
Here are some poems I wrote about/for him.
The poem mentioned above was not written about/for him. I wrote it about someone else, but the poem fit D, so I put it here.
He had been asking me to email him for the last two weeks. I had lept putting it off because I knew that it would cause me to feel emotions that I am trying to surpress.
Well, all day I am going to be feeling weird because of all of this. I am tearing up as I am writing this. I might have to put my name on the prayer list today. I can never do anything like a normal person. Abnormality is normal in the Madkins' family.
I am feeling too much emotion to finish this. I will try again later.
I didn't mean to go into all of this, but D finally emailed me.
Here's The Reason for this Entry...
D finally emailed me. I am glad. I have emailed him three or four times and he hasn't returned any of my emails. My heart did a flip when I saw that he had emailed me.
(Maybe I'm Not) Over Him
Maybe I'm not over him. Maybe I still wish a friend. He could be to me. Together forever be. Maybe I'm not over him.
He's gone. Gone away. Maybe I'm not over him.
I don't know what to do. My hearts still hurts to the core. I don't know what to do. Oh, Lord, please help me to go through. Cause maybe I'm not over him.
Here's the explanation behind D.
D is ten years younger than me. I would have to be difficult and decide to like someone that much younger than me. He is a guy from my church. My pastor and single's ministry director is quite adamant about younger men - older women relationships. So, it would probably be a real struggle if we decided to date.
A number of other people in my life have told me to go for it, but I haven't. I make myself not think about him. It hurts to know that you have feelings for someone and you can't do anything about it. I am too old for this.
Here are some poems I wrote about/for him.
The poem mentioned above was not written about/for him. I wrote it about someone else, but the poem fit D, so I put it here.
He had been asking me to email him for the last two weeks. I had lept putting it off because I knew that it would cause me to feel emotions that I am trying to surpress.
Well, all day I am going to be feeling weird because of all of this. I am tearing up as I am writing this. I might have to put my name on the prayer list today. I can never do anything like a normal person. Abnormality is normal in the Madkins' family.
I am feeling too much emotion to finish this. I will try again later.
I didn't mean to go into all of this, but D finally emailed me.
10.02.2002
I am A Reviewer Now
I recently became a reviewer for China Doll Reviews. I have done four reviews already. It's not that I am that good. I am just overzealous at times, but that's my character.
I am supposed to be a reviewer for another review site, LaLa Reviews.
In my profile, I made sure that I put that I am a missionary/preacher. First and foremost, that's what I am, A Woman of God.
I reviewed a diary where a young lady was considering no longer being a virgin. I felt the preacher in me rise up. I prayed for her as well as told her that there is nothing wrong with being a virgin.
I through for the moment. I might say something else later.
I am supposed to be a reviewer for another review site, LaLa Reviews.
In my profile, I made sure that I put that I am a missionary/preacher. First and foremost, that's what I am, A Woman of God.
I reviewed a diary where a young lady was considering no longer being a virgin. I felt the preacher in me rise up. I prayed for her as well as told her that there is nothing wrong with being a virgin.
I through for the moment. I might say something else later.
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