tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178222782009-03-01T05:28:40.182-06:00From the Desk of A Minister of MusicThis is the blog of Micha Broderick Vick. He is a minister of music.Menoreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1157652592504085462006-09-07T13:09:00.000-05:002006-09-07T13:09:52.570-05:00Help Me Out<p>Can you all help me out?</p><p>Go to <a href="http://www.ladawnyasworld.info/pcliphuh/vote.html">LaDawnya's World Spotlight</a> and vote for my site to be spotlighted.</p><p>My site is dead last in the voting and I am beginning to feel bad.</p><p>Thanks,<br />Micha</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115765259250408546?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155946583767039992006-07-28T19:42:00.000-05:002006-08-18T19:26:16.780-05:00No IdeaI have no idea what Carlton typed. He won't tell me. He had me show his mother and father what he typed. They looked at the both of us like we were crazy.<br /><br />Sis. Franklin said, "When you move out, you can take your little friend with you."<br /><br />That caught me off guard. I had forgotten that this wasn't my house. I got sad. Carlton got upset, too. He asked when I was moving out. I said I didn't know.<br /><br />I sent in a housing form to Xenia. I haven't heard anything yet. Maybe if I don't, the Franklins will let me stay here. I can hope right.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594658376703999?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155947637298199412006-07-28T19:33:00.000-05:002006-08-18T19:34:46.890-05:00From Carlton Franklin<p>rfdvcujnm trbgfvhbn rgfv yghb nregfdv ijknm wdscx pokjn edc yhnb efdvc yghb fv .</p><p>rgfvh bn regfv uhjbn rgfv jn rfv n vfc fvbvhbnjhnedcpkmn edfvc jhb wedfv.</p><p>wsdfvb fv bokjmn wsx qasxc qazwsxc tgb okjnb ojnb efgbn olkjnb pkjnb ujhcdefujhbv cbn nhbgvfcdesastygvc nm ,kmnjopoigftrfdxhnb nhbvcftfdxc.</p><p>okjnhb vn bvcrdtgfv bndc ijhb ferv ijhb edc iuhjbwdsc ytghvb edsc yhbn vc yhjbn dsc qasdcfvb fv ijhbn wedsc sredfcv wedsc iujhbn efdvc yughbn erfdvc uhjbn wsdc iokjnm wdscx ijknb edscx fgv v.</p><p>efrd chb frdvc uhjv fvc hn fredvc jhb vf.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594763729819941?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155947721237855952006-07-28T19:18:00.000-05:002006-08-18T21:44:12.973-05:00Nothing Much<p>There isn't much to write about these days.</p><p>Carlton is in here with me. <a href="http://mbvick.alwaysinspired.info/2006/07/from-carlton-franklin.html">He wants to type something on here</a>. I may let him.</p><p>He likes hanging around with me lately. I don't even understand it. It's cool, though.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594772123785595?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155945526350774442006-07-21T18:56:00.000-05:002006-08-18T18:59:13.996-05:00Leave Me AloneWhy is everyone still messing with me about the <a href="http://mbvick.alwaysinspired.info/2006/07/we-got-sick.html">babysitting disaster last week</a>? I know why, but why won't they leave me alone?<br /><br />I am going to have to hurt Carlton. He is telling everyone about it. Get this... His is lying and sayig that he beat me. I think we may have a supervised skin eating contest.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594552635077444?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155945380677055102006-07-17T18:49:00.000-05:002006-08-18T18:56:20.696-05:00We Got Sick...I don't know how it happened, but Carlton and I had a Skins eating contest on last Friday night. He said that he could eat more skins than me. I told him that he couldn't, so that sparked a contest. I beat him, but he ended up waiting like three big bags of skins before it was all over.<br /><br />Man, we got sick. Carlton got sick first, then me. We were both sitting in the bathroom fighting over the toilet.<br /><br />Well, here's the beginning... Eld. and Sis. Franklin went out on a date and they left me to babysit Carlton. Carlton said he didn't need a babysitter and that I was the one who needed a babysitter. Sis. Franklin told Carlton that he could babysit me then.<br /><br />I think we both needed a babysitter.<br /><br />When Eld. and Sis. Franklin came home, they found us sitting in the bathroom. Sis. Franklin had a fit. Carlton told her what happened. She yelled at the both of us. I thought Carlton and I were the same age, the way she was yelling at us.<br /><br />She put us both to bed. Carlton insisted on going into my room. He wanted to stay with me. Sis. Franklin was still fussing at us when she left the room.<br /><br />We have been sick every since then. Carlton felt better earlier today. I am just now starting to feel better. I am never trying to out eat a kid again.<br /><br /><strong>Get this... Sis. Franklin said that the next time she and Eld. Franklin go out, she is getting a babysitter for the both of us.</strong> That's cold!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594538067705510?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155944748117770922006-07-07T23:25:00.000-05:002006-08-18T18:45:48.150-05:00Convocation Week<a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/YouthConvocation.htm">Convocation</a> week was great. I had a good time. The <a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/About_Us/youthministry.html#YoungAdultMinistry">young adult choir</a> sung like crazy. It was so good. I must have played like I was loosing my mind all week. Sis. Twila rehearsed us like crazy everyday. She's cool. She worked us hard though.<br /><br />I got a very nice surprise on Monday. Keyva was at the Convocation. I was so happy. She hung out with me all week. We had fun. She even sung in the choir. That was so cool.<br /><br />The Franklin's came down on Wednesday night. It was cool. I took Carlton to the zoo on Thursday. He ran around like crazy, but we had fun. He was smiling like crazy.<br /><br />During Thursday's and Friday's service, Carlton sat on the organ with me. He wouldn't sit with his parents for anything. I told him that he didn't bug me while I was playing, he could sit with me. He was cool.<br /><br />I saw everybody. Everyone was messing with me about Keyva, especially my boy Terrance. He was trying to flirt with Keyva, too. That's my dog for real. He goes to Logan Tabernacle in Seamands. We met in 1999. We have been cool every since.<br /><br />Keyva got mad at me for a minute because everyone was messing with her about me. I thought she was going to act a fool for a minute. Terrance talked her out of cutting me because I was always writing about her in my journal. He said, "He only writes about people he likes. He never writes about me and I have known him forever. So, what does that tell you." He calmed her down. That's my boy Terrance.<br /><br />I wasn't ready to leave, but I had to. I can't wait until next year. The convocation is going to be in Oxford.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594474811777092?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155942305240078412006-06-30T17:59:00.000-05:002006-08-18T18:48:05.696-05:00Headed For The Convocation<p>I leave for the <a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/YouthConvocation.htm">Youth Convocation</a> on tomorrow. Carlton is half mad at me because I told him that he couldn't go with me. His mother talked to him, but I think she made it worse.</p><p>I asked Eld. Franklin if they could come down to the convocation on Thursday and Friday. I could take Carlton to the <a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/mskiki/2006/05/gbf-day-noble-valley-zoo.html">zoo on Thursday</a>. Eld. Franklin said he would think about it. I told Carlton about it. Now, he is bugging his father.</p><p>Thank goodness.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594230524007841?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1155947386215397912006-06-28T19:28:00.000-05:002006-08-18T19:29:46.246-05:00By Carlton Franklinc vbolkm rtfc vedcf vijn edfc vwsdxc vokm yhb dcv ijm.<br /><br />frdcijkmrav c6yghb esdplk,rgfvyhb tgb verdfcv dcuhjn tgfv uh b ok.<br /><br />fc yb trgb vbhnbg vyhn redfc edcv dcplk edctgb sdcqsxc rfgvc uyhjokmplkmwsxc rfv ijn okmpokjnwsdcx tgbv ijn yhgbwsdxfc v.<br /><br />ygg fv cyhn v yh v hb nfv yghb nfv yhnb fvc yguh fc gyhb fc yghb v ij uhb.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115594738621539791?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1151444508111882692006-06-23T16:37:00.000-05:002006-06-27T16:41:51.406-05:00Much Better<p class="MsoNormal">I am doing much better these days.<span style=""> </span>I called <a href="http://rmacmin.alwaysinspired.info/">Evg. MaCulvie</a> and asked him to go look in on my mother for me.<span style=""> </span>That was Keyva's suggestion.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mother wouldn't let Evg. MaCulvie in the house.<span style=""> </span>He told her that I had asked him to come by and check on her.<span style=""> </span>She told him that she was fine.<span style=""> </span>Thankfully, my idiot brother wasn't at the house.<span style=""> </span>Evg. MaCulvie told my mother about me getting into <st1:city><st1:place>Xenia</st1:place></st1:City>.<span style=""> </span>She told him to tell me that she was proud of me.<span style=""> </span>That was cool.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I asked Evg. MaCulvie how my mother looked.<span style=""> </span>He said that she looked fine.<span style=""> </span>I don't think I believe him, though.<span style=""> </span>He said that she had told him to tell me not to worry about her, just to focus on my education and my music.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I miss my mother.<span style=""> </span>I keep praying for her and my brother.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">M.B.Vick<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115144450811188269?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1150515067422821932006-06-16T22:31:00.000-05:002006-06-16T22:31:07.426-05:00Shake This FunkWell, Sunday was horrible. I didn't feel like going to church. Eld. Franklin went off on me. I felt like crap, but I guess that didn't matter because I am the Minister of Music. I guess I can't have a bad day.<br/><br/>Eld. Franklin and I didn't speak until Wednesday. We didn't say much, but I guess we were cool.<br/><br/>Keyva came over on Thursday. She brought me some of her mother's Macaroni & Cheese. I love Macaroni & Cheese, that's my favorite thing to eat ever. It was good, too. I went in the kitchen and heated it up. I ate the whole pan. Keyva was looking at me like I was crazy.<br/><br/>After I finished the Macaroni & Cheese, she asked, "Are you coming to choir rehearsal tonight?" I said, "No." She asked, "Why not?" I said, "Cause I don't want to. I don't feel like playing music these days." She shook her head, "Oh well, I guess you won't be getting paid." I made a face. She did have a point. I didn't get paid for last week. I said, "I just don't feel like playing. What if I bust out crying while I am praying?" She smiled, "Well, then I will come over to the organ and hug you. We are your family now, if you are going through, then we are going through, too. Besides, church was not good at all without the music." I laughed. I almost believed her when she said that the church members were going through with me. I said, "Those folk up at the church aren't going to care that my brother cursed me out, called me a nerd, told me to stay where I am, and that my mother didn't want me there." Keyva had a strange look on her face when I told her that. She looked like she was going to cry or something. I touched her arm and said, "Are you okay?" Keyva said, "Yea, I see why you don't want to play. Have you talked to your mother?" I said, "Naw, my brother won't let me talk to her." Keyva said, "Why don't you call her when he is not there?" I said, "My brother is always there. I don't have a traditional job. I think he may be doing some criminal from the house." Keyva looked puzzled and said, "Dang boy, you got issues." I said, "Naw, I got problems." Keyva said, "It's a good thing God got you out of that situation when He did. You might have gotten hurt."<br/><br/>I hadn't even thought about that. God had gotten me away from my family before something crazy happened. Instead of thanking Him for protecting me, I was sitting around feeling sorry for myself. I was an idiot. God had placed me down here with people who love me and I was being ungrateful.<br/><br/>Keyva interrupted my thoughts when she said, "You do realize that I am here, right?" I said, "Yea, I was thinking about something." Before she could ask me what, I kissed her on the jaw and said, "I'll be at choir rehearsal tonight. I gotta go take care of something. I'll see you later." I walked her to the door and she left.<br/><br/>I emailed Eld. Franklin and told him everything that was going on and asked if we could talk when he got home. He emailed me back and said yea.<br/><br/>Eld. Franklin and I talked for a long time. I was late for choir rehearsal because we talked so long. I apologized and now Eld. Franklin and I are cool.<br/><br/>I got to choir rehearsal and asked Marcus if I could talk to the choir. He said I could after the devotion. I went and sat by Keyva. I asked her, "What should I tell them?" She smiled and said, "Just tell them what you feel comfortable telling them." I wasn't sure what I was going to say.<br/><br/>Marcus gave me the floor and I said...<br/>I apologize for not being here on last week. I was depressed and feeling sorry for my self. I had tried to talk to my mother and my brother was mean to me and said some very mean things to me on the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to her either. I am worried about my mother. I hadn't realized that God had gotten me out of the situation at my mother's house, which could have been a bad situation. I am still a little upset about what happened, but I am going to keep praying and keep trusting God. I hope I didn't let you all down. If I did, I am sorry.<br/><br/>Why was everybody crying when I got through, including Marcus? I felt better having told them what I told them. No one seemed upset about me missing the services.<br/><br/>We finished with choir rehearsal. A lot of the choir members came up to me and hugged me and told me to be encouraged. Most of them said that they were going to be praying with me. I felt so good. This would have never happened at my old church. One of the older ladies in the choir walked up to me and said, "Son, I am sure that your mother misses you and is thinking about you. Just wait on God and He will let you talk to her." That lady gave me the best mother hug I have had in along time. I almost started crying lying on her shoulder.<br/><br/>I think I am back in everyone's good graces. At least I hope I am.<br/><br/>Thank You Lord for getting me out of a situation that could have been dangerous for me. I apologize for feeling sorry for myself. Amen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115051506742282193?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1150153923217650982006-06-09T23:52:00.000-05:002006-06-12T18:12:03.220-05:00Depressed<p class="MsoNormal">I'm depressed.<span style=""> </span>I called my mother.<span style=""> </span>My brother answered the phone.<span style=""> </span>He called me a nerd after he cursed me out.<span style=""> </span>He said that he didn't care about what college I got into.<br />"If you can't bring no money into the family, we don't need you.<span style=""> </span>Stay your behind wherever you are and leave us alone.<span style=""> </span>Mama don't want you here anyway."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You would have thought that would have been enough punishment, but no, I wanted more.<span style=""> </span>I called my father and told him.<br />He said, "Ok.<span style=""> </span>I hope you ain't calling me to ask for money."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I haven't been out of the room all day.<span style=""> </span>I haven't talked to anyone either.<span style=""> </span>I don't feel like it.<span style=""> </span>I didn't even go to choir rehearsal.<span style=""> </span>I am probably in all kinds of trouble with Marcus.<span style=""> </span>Oh well.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">M.B.Vick<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115015392321765098?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1150153587195750582006-06-02T18:02:00.000-05:002006-06-12T18:06:27.196-05:00I Told Keyva, Wish I Could Tell My Family<p class="MsoNormal">I told Keyva about getting into <st1:city><st1:place>Xenia</st1:place></st1:City>.<span style=""> </span>She was happy for me.<span style=""> </span>It was cool.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am feeling all emotional right now.<span style=""> </span>I want to tell my mother about getting into <st1:city><st1:place>Xenia</st1:place></st1:City>, but I know that my brother wouldn't give the phone to my mother.<span style=""> </span>Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> asked me if I called my family and told them.<span style=""> </span>I told her no.<span style=""> </span>Then I went to my room and cried.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I gotta stop doing that.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I called <a href="http://rmacmin.alwaysinspired.info/">Evg. MaCulvie</a> and told him.<span style=""> </span>He and his wife were excited for me.<span style=""> </span>He asked if I had called my family.<span style=""> </span>I held back the tears.<span style=""> </span>I cried when I got off the phone with him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wish I could tell my family about getting into school.<span style=""> </span>I don't even think they would care.<o:p></o:p></p> M.B.Vick<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-115015358719575058?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1148694563066072792006-05-26T20:48:00.000-05:002006-05-26T20:49:23.076-05:00Can I Dance?Well, I am forgiven. Keyva is no longer mad at me. Carlton is no longer mad at me.<br /><br />The Big One...<br />I have been accepted into <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Xenia Men’s College</span></strong>. I am so excited. I will start in the fall.<br /><br />I submitted a couple of applications at the college. One for the Music Department of the library and another for the Music room.<br /><br />Eld. and Sis. Franklin almost had a fit with me when they found out. Carlton was excited, too. I haven't told Keyva yet.<br /><br />Can I Dance? I may need someone to play the organ for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114869456306607279?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1148180348247419712006-05-21T21:20:00.000-05:002006-05-20T22:02:19.070-05:00Weekend in DorindaThe <a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/WomensConvocation/">Women’s Convocation</a> was last week in <a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/">Dorinda</a>.<span style=""> </span>I heard it was good. <p class="MsoNormal">I flew to Dorinda on Thursday to visit my mother and hopefully to see Keyva because she went to the Convocation. I didn’t get to do either.<span style=""> </span>My brother wouldn’t let me in the house to see my mother.<span style=""> </span>Keyva didn’t return my phone calls.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hung out with <a href="http://rmacmin.alwaysinspired.info/">Evg. MaCulvie</a>.<span style=""> </span>He and his wife were happy to see me.<span style=""> </span>His wife was attending the Women’s Convocation. Evg. MaCulvie preached at a church in Absanie on Saturday & Sunday.<span style=""> </span>He asked me to play for him.<span style=""> </span>It was cool.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I went and submitted my application for admission into Xenia Men’s College.<span style=""> </span>I talked to the music professor that knows the professor I had at <st1:street><st1:address>Beggs Street</st1:address></st1:street>.<span style=""> </span>They guy is cool.<span style=""> </span>I think I am going to enjoy going to Xenia Men’s College.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">M.B.Vick<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114818034824741971?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1148179727503982162006-05-12T20:48:00.000-05:002006-05-20T21:48:47.506-05:00Sunday Service Was Excellent<p class="MsoNormal">Sunday service was excellent.<span style=""> </span>Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> preached like crazy.<span style=""> </span>The choir sung like crazy, too.<span style=""> </span>Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> preached, “That’s the Kind Of God I Serve.”<span style=""> </span>His text was from Genesis 1:1-31, but he focused on verses 3-8.<span style=""> </span>It was awesome.<span style=""> </span>It truly blessed me, especially after last week.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After church, <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> told Keyva that he wanted his bears back.<span style=""> </span>That caused a big mess that Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> ended up having to fix.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> talked to after church.<span style=""> </span>He almost fell out laughing at me.<span style=""> </span>He said, “Boy, you sure can get yourself into some big messes.”<span style=""> </span>I didn’t think it was funny at first.<span style=""> </span>After he talked to me for awhile longer, the situation got funnier.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here are his words of wisdom…<br />(Printed with his permission)</p> <ul> <li>Keyva will forgive you before too long.</li> <li><st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> won’t be mad at you too much longer.</li> <li>Don’t push my son again. (With a smile.)</li> <li>Stay out of trouble!</li> </ul> <p class="MsoNormal">I will see how things end up.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">M.B.Vick<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114817972750398216?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1148178686468549212006-05-05T21:30:00.000-05:002006-05-20T21:45:34.960-05:00Horrible Week<p class="MsoNormal">Well, Keyva is still mad at me.<span style=""> </span>She says that I tell too much of “her” business in my blog.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:city> and I had a fight.<span style=""> </span>I have a Porsche collectable car that I got from my mother for a birthday.<span style=""> </span>I had it sitting on my desk.<span style=""> </span>I was missing my mother.<span style=""> </span>Can you believe it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He kept trying to get it.<span style=""> </span>I kept telling him to leave it alone.<span style=""> </span>I left the room for a second.<span style=""> </span>When I came back, he had my car and was trying to open the box.<span style=""> </span>I snatched the box from him and pushed him.<span style=""> </span>(I didn’t mean to push him.<span style=""> </span>I didn’t even push him hard.)<span style=""> </span>He ran out of the room crying.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">His mother came in the room and asked me what happened.<span style=""> </span>She chastised <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:city> and told him not to bother other people’s stuff.<span style=""> </span>She chastised me and told me not to push little kids.<span style=""> </span>It was a disaster.<span style=""> </span><st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:city> told me that he wasn’t my friend anymore and that he wanted the bears that he gave me to give to Keyva back.<span style=""> </span>I don’t know how I am going to do that.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This has been a horrible week.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">M.B.Vick<br /><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114817868646854921?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1147549137452317122006-04-28T14:28:00.000-05:002006-06-12T17:59:31.186-05:00In Trouble...<p class="MsoNormal">I'm in trouble with Keyva.<span style=""> </span>She has been mad at me since Sunday.<span style=""> </span>Word of our date got out.<span style=""> </span>Okay, so someone found out about it by reading my blog.<span style=""> </span>I don't even know how that happened.<span style=""> </span>Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:city> is the only person who knows about my blog.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Keyva is mad at me for writing about our date in my blog, for not telling her that I was going to write about the date in the blog, and for not telling her my website address.<span style=""> </span>I am in so much trouble.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I got her some flowers.<span style=""> </span><st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:city> gave me another one of his bears to give to her, but she said that she didn’t want the bear or the flowers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">One of the older ladies at the church fussed at Keyva for singing at the piano bar.<span style=""> </span>I feel bad.<span style=""> </span>I can't think of anything to do or say to fix it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:city> told me not to worry about it because it will blow over, but I don't think it is going to blow over.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I emailed Keyva and gave her my blog address.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How can I lose my girl before I even get her?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">M.B.Vick<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114754913745231712?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1147548577590555542006-04-22T01:18:00.000-05:002006-06-12T18:00:30.653-05:00My Date With Keyva<p class="MsoNormal">I changed clothes four times. Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> told me that each outfit was cool, but I kept changing. Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> yelled, "You are worse than a woman boy! Don't make me pick out an outfit for you."<br /><br />Eld. Franklin and I laughed. <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> gave me one of his teddy bears to give to Keyva as a present. His father told him that I couldn't give Keyva an old ratty looking bear. <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> ran crying to his mother.<br /><br />Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> walked in the room and gave Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> a crazy look. She looked at the outfit I had on and said, "That's the one you are wearing. Don't change clothes again." I didn't change either.<br /><br />Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> handed me the keys to his car. I looked at him like I was crazy. He said, "You can use my car tonight." I started crying. I have gotta stop doing that. He said, "Stop crying. I ain't giving you the car cause I like you. I am giving it to you so that you want be tempted to do anything nasty in the preacher's car." That made me laugh.<br /><br />Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> gave me one last look before I left the house. She straightened out my collar. Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> told her to leave me alone. <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> walked me to the door. He handed me his teddy bear and told me to give it to Keyva. The little guy is cool, too.<br /><br />I drove over to Keyva's house. I got there 15 minutes early. I was nervous.<br /><br />I met her uncle and grandmother. Her grandmother gave me a good stare down. She looked like she had been on the earth for along time. She had a raspy voice when she asked, "Can you play the organ?" I said, "Yes, mame." She said, "You any good?" I said, "Yes, mame." She said, "Uhh huh. I'll have to judge for myself." She left the room.<br /><br />Keyva finally came into the living room. She looked great. She had on a blue outfit. I almost fell out.<br /><br />She hugged me and told me that she liked my outfit. It was cool.<br /><br />Her uncle took some pictures of us. I felt goofy. Keyva kept telling her uncle to quit taking pictures.<br /><br />We finally left Keyva's house. When we got into the car, she saw the flowers, candy, and <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City>'s teddy bear sitting on the seat. She smiled. She looked at the teddy bear like I was crazy for giving it to her. I looked at her and said, "<st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> thought that you would like it." She laughed.<br /><br />The ride was great. We mostly listened to music. She sung most of the way there. It was cool.<br /><br />We ended up at this piano bar. I looked at Keyva like she was crazy. She laughed at me. We went in and three or four people ran up to Keyva and hugged her. I found out that she sung at the piano bar sometimes. I gave her another crazy look. She laughed again.<br /><br />We just barely got a seat when a guy walked up to the stage and said, "Tonight we have a treat, Keyva Palmer is here and she is going to sing for us." The crowd went crazy. Keyva smiled at me and went up to the stage.<br /><br />Keyva sung three or four songs. She had the crowd rocking. She sung a lot of old songs from the 60s and 70s. It was so cool. She did a lot of <a href="http://k3080.alwaysinspired.info/aboutus/aboutus.html">Amanda Jacobs'</a> songs. It was great. I was impressed. My boo can sang something fierce. I half expected Keyva to ask me to come play for her, but she never did.<br /><br />When she finished singing, she got a standing ovation. It was so cool. She walked back over to the table and sat down. She was breathing hard. She said, "I don't think they will ask me to sing anymore, so we shouldn't be bothered anymore." I smiled at her and told her how great she was. She blushed. A waitress walked over to the table and gave Keyva a cup of tea.<br /><br />Keyva looked great. An overwhelming urge to kiss her came over me. She said my name and asked me what was wrong with me. I didn't answer her. She just shook her head at me.<br /><br />The same guy who had announced Keyva on the stage came over to the table. He sat down with us. Keyva introduced us. The guy said, "Girl, you sang. Do you feel like singing some more?" Keyva looked at me. I looked at the guy and said, "We are here on a date. Can you give her a break tonight?" The guy was like, "I suppose so. It's not me, it's the people. They wanna hear her sing. Blame them." Keyva stared into space. I said, "Give her a break man. This is our first date." The guy made a face and then left. Keyva gave me a kiss on the jaw and whispered in my ear, "Thanks." Why did I blush?<br /><br />For the rest of the night we listened to the band play and a couple of other people sing. We ate and danced a little. I am not a very good dancer. She laughed at me and then said, "Let's sit down. I see why you play." I laughed, too.<br /><br /><strong>Confession</strong><br />I was having a good time. This was my first real date. I went to the prom in high school with a girl at school who couldn't get another date. That was a disaster. I had gotten something to eat with a couple of girls at school, but that wasn't really much. I guess I didn't want to date much because of my family life. Why am I so embarrassed by my family life? Forget that. This is supposed to be a positive entry.<br /><br /><strong>Back to the story</strong><br />It was getting close to <st1:time minute="0" hour="23">11:00 PM</st1:time>. I asked Keyva what time she had to be home. She told me that she didn't have a set time to be home. I told her that I thought we should leave. I didn't want to have her out all night. I didn't want anyone to think that we were doing anything ungodly. (If you know what I mean.)<br /><br />She was cool with leaving. She said bye to a couple of people and then we left. We didn't talk much on the ride home. She was quiet, so I didn't say much.<br /><br />We got to her house. She asked me if I wanted to come in for awhile. I told her no. I just walked her to the door. I had to carry most of her stuff for her. She stopped before she opened the door and smiled at me. She said, "I had a great time tonight. I didn't know that they were going to ask me to sing." I smiled back and said, "It's okay. I enjoyed hearing you sing." She laughed and said, "I bet. You should learn how to dance." We both laughed. She said, "Are you gonna try to kiss me?" I was shocked. I couldn't believe she asked me that. I said, "No." She made a mean face and said, "Okay. Goodnight." She went into the house before I could say goodbye.<br /><br />I drove home smiling. I think she wanted me to kiss her. I wanted to, but I didn't want to kiss her on her front porch with her family in there. Oh well, I am a big chicken.<br /><br />I finally made it home. Eld. Franklin, Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City>, and <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> were waiting up for me and it was after <st1:time minute="0" hour="0">midnight</st1:time> when I got home. When I walked in the door, <st1:city><st1:place>Carlton</st1:place></st1:City> ran over to me and hugged me. He said, "Did Keyva like my bear?" I told him that he did. He jumped up and down and ran off to his room.<br /><br />Eld. and Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> waited for me to sit down. I started to just go to my room, but I figured that they would just follow me in the room. After I sat down, Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> said, "Did you really give Keyva that nasty bear?" I told her yes. She shook her head and then said, "Did you kiss her?" I made a face and said, "No mame." Sis. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> stood up and said, "Chicken," as she left the room.<br /><br />Eld. <st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:City> punched me in the arm. He said, "You are smiling, so that means you had a good time." I said, "Yes sir, I did." He asked, "Are you gonna tell me about the date or do I have to read your blog to find out about it?" He laughed as he got up and left.<br /><br />I can't wait until our next date.<br /><br />M.B.Vick<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114754857759055554?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1147312374062410422006-04-21T13:50:00.000-05:002006-05-10T20:52:54.063-05:00Tonight's The Night<p class="MsoNormal">Tonight, I go one my date with Keyva.<span style=""> </span>I am so excited.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br />M.B.Vick<br /><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114731237406241042?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1147312220960286452006-04-19T20:50:00.000-05:002006-05-10T20:53:26.030-05:00Week Two in RowmanellieoThis week was great. Things have settled down for me. I have the room at Eld. Franklin’s house set up okay. I am only going to be there for like a month or two. I got my stuff in the storage that Keyva’s uncle let me use. <a href="http://rmacmin.alwaysinspired.info/">Evg. MaCulvie</a> has called me everyday for the past few days. It’s funny because he is so concerned.<br /><br />Eld. Franklin said, “If he keeps calling you, I am going to be jealous.” He laughed after he said it.<br /><br />Get this; I was in the room crying one day because I felt weird having Evg. MaCulvie, Eld. Franklin, and Marcus care about me. I haven’t had any men care about me like these guys do. My father and brother could care less about me. Carlton came in the room and saw me crying. (He doesn’t know how to knock.) He ran and told his mother that I was crying. His mother came in the room and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was okay. She told Carlton to leave me alone, but he didn’t. He sat in the room with me and rubbed my back while I cried. He told his father that I cried when he got home. Eld. Franklin came to check on me. I started crying again.<br />I gotta quit that mess.<br /><br />I didn’t tell Eld. Franklin what was wrong with me. He laughed at me and said, “I’ll just read your blog in a few days. I’ll find out what was up.”<br /><br />M.B.Vick<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114731222096028645?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1145566344908983112006-04-15T19:09:00.000-05:002006-04-20T15:52:24.926-05:00In Rowmanellieo for a WeekI have been in Rowmanellieo for a full week. It has been fun so far. I have finally caught up on my sleep.<br /><br />Here’s the week…<br /><br /><strong>Sunday 4/9</strong><br />Church was great. Eld. Franklin officially introduced me as the Minister of Music for the church. Everyone went crazy. It was too funny.<br /><br /><strong>Monday 4/10</strong><br />I unpacked my trailer. Most of the stuff is still in there. I didn’t want to clutter the Franklin’s house.<br /><br />Keyva’s uncle has a storage unit. He is letting me use it. I gotta pay him for using it, though.<br /><br />Keyva came over to the Franklin’s house. We have set a date for our big date. It’s going to be on 4/21. She wouldn’t tell me what we were going to do.<br /><br />Carlton kept coming into the living room while Keyva and I were talking. Sis. Franklin kept coming in there to get him. Finally, I just told Sis. Franklin to let him stay in there with us.<br /><br /><strong>Tuesday 4/11</strong><br />I relaxed, at least I tried to. Carlton spent most of the day in the room with me. He talked a lot. He still calls me Mike. His parents keep correcting me, but he still calls me that.<br /><br /><strong>Wednesday 4/12</strong><br />I went to church. It was cool. Sis. Patten made me some cookies. They were good.<br /><br />Keyva and Marcus tried to jack me for my cookies. Sis. Patten told them to leave me alone. She promised to send some to choir rehearsal.<br /><br />Keyva got mad at me because I wouldn’t give her some cookies.<br /><br /><strong>Thursday 4/13</strong><br />Choir rehearsal was cool. Marcus made a big deal about me being there.<br /><br />Marcus had us learn 3 new songs and then go over like the choir’s whole repertoire. We got out an hour late. A couple of people complained. It was kind of funny.<br /><br />Sis. Patten sent some cookies up to the church. Why was I not allowed to eat any of the cookies?<br /><br /><strong>Friday 4/14</strong><br />I hung out with Marcus, Keyva, a guy from the choir named Tre, and a girl from the choir named Marlette. We went bowling. I had the lowest score in all 3 games. It was embarrassing. I can’t even bowl. Keyva won two games. That girl knows she can bowl. Tre won a game.<br /><br />We went and got something to eat. I haven’t done that in awhile. It was so cool.<br /><br />M.B.Vick<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114556634490898311?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1145565429295211762006-04-08T20:09:00.000-05:002006-04-20T15:37:09.340-05:00Moving WeekThis week has been crazy. I have been getting ready for the move. I finally had a chance to breath. Here’s a recap.<br /><br /><strong>SATURDAY 4/1</strong><br />Well, I started packing up the stuff at Evg. MaCulvie’s house. I threw a lot of stuff away. I didn’t want to take the junk from my old life into my new life. I heard an old evangelist say that before. It seemed appropriate for this time.<br /><br />Sis. MaCulvie helped me out. She was cool. She gave me a card. I opened it later. It had some money in it. It was quite a bit of money. WOW.<br /><br />I was tired when I finally went to bed.<br /><br /><strong>SUNDAY 4/2</strong><br />I went to <a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_audeliacc/">Audelia CC</a> for the last time. Eld. Ford had me stand up in front of the church and told them that I was moving to Rowmanellieo to be their minister of music. Why did Sis. K say, “Thank God he is leaving.” That hurt a little, but I didn’t let it phase me. I hope she will be happy now that her son can be the youth choir minister of music.<br /><br />I thick Eld. Pacheco may be the only person who will miss me.<br /><br /><strong>MONDAY 4/3</strong><br />I went over to my mother’s house to pack up the stuff I had over there. My brother and his friends weren’t there, thankfully. My mother let me in and then went straight to her room. Most of the stuff in my room was left untouched. My mother told me that I could padlock my room when she kicked me out. I had my bed, a chair, a desk, and a bunch of clothes and shoes left in there. I packed all of that stuff up in the truck that Evg. MaCulvie’s friend had let me borrow. My mother came out of the room once. She asked, “Are you really moving?” I told her yes. She asked, “Did you tell your father?” I told her no. She told me to tell him. I couldn’t believe that. She hates my father.<br /><br />I hugged my mother before I left the house. She felt so skinny.<br /><br />I went over to my father’s house. He came to the door, but wouldn’t let me in the house. I didn’t even care. I said, “I am moving to Rowmanellieo. I am going to be the minister of music at a church there. I just wanted to tell you.” He smiled, “You did get Pop’s musical ability. That’s cool. Write me sometime.” He handed me a wad of bills before I left.<br /><br />That was that for the family.<br /><br /><strong>TUESDAY 4/4</strong><br />I went up to Beggs College and got everything cleared up there. They are going to send my transcript to me in Rowmanellieo. My advisor believes that my old credits will transfer to Xenia Men’s College. My financial aid should be okay according to the Beggs Street College financial aid office. I sure hope so. I will have to wait until the Summer semester before I begin classes, but I am going to go ahead and enroll in Xenia when I get to Rowmanellieo.<br /><br />There is one good thing about Xenia. It costs less to attend it than Beggs Street. I am going to miss Beggs Street. I could go to any one of the music rooms at any time and practice. One of my music professors knows a professor at Xenia. She has promised to put in a good word for me.<br /><br />According to my advisor, about 52 of my credit hours will transfer. That will make me a sophomore at Xenia instead of a junior. Oh well.<br /><br />I am going to have to take some extra classes at Xenia to catch up to get a Bachelor of Arts in Music. I will find out more when I go up to Xenia.<br /><br /><strong>WEDNESDAY 4/5</strong><br />Marcus flew into town today. He is going to ride back to Rowmanellieo with me. He is a little too excited to be in <a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/">Dorinda</a>. I showed him around. He made a big deal about going to see <a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbidhor/">Greater Buelahland Interdenominational House of Rest</a>. Bishop Adkins was there. We talked to Bishop for a few minutes. I thought Marcus was gonna pass out because he was so excited.<br /><br />It was fun.<br /><br />We went up to <a href="http://www.shimmersinc.info/">Shimmers Inc</a>., too. We got to meet Kourtnee Adams, the President of Shimmers. Marcus’ bottom lip dropped when he saw her. She is pretty. Sis. MaCulvie clowned Marcus. It was so funny.<br /><br />I got an email from Keyva…<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Hello.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">I know you are busy. Hope everything is going good for you. Marcus is so excited. I am tired of him talking about getting to come to Dorinda. I wish I could have come down instead of him. :) Oh well, I guess I will have to wait until you get here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Dea. Patten is all excited, too. I have no idea why. His wife is happy that you are coming, too. She thinks you are cute and that we make a cute couple. She is so silly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Can’t to see you. You better have my flowers and candy when you get down here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Be glad when you get here,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Ya Girl - Keyva</span><br /><br /><strong>THURSDAY 4/6</strong><br />We left for Rowmanellieo at 6:00 AM. Sis. MaCulvie fixed us breakfast. Evg. MaCulvie prayed for us.<br /><br />The trip was cool. Marcus talked about all the songs he wanted the choir to sing. I had to tell him to shut up. I drove most of the way. Marcus drives like he is crazy.<br /><br />We made it to Rowmanellieo after 5:00 PM. When we go to Eld. Franklin’s house, there was a party going on. They had a barbeque grill going. Almost every last member of Canaan was there. I was surprised. Keyva wasn’t there. I was sad.<br /><br />The party was fun. It lasted until 6:30. I was tired. I went to my room and laid down. I slept until after 9:00. Sis. Franklin woke me up. Keyva was on the phone. I talked to her for like 2 minutes and then I got off the phone.<br /><br />I left my stuff in the trailer.<br /><br /><strong>FRIDAY 4/7</strong><br />I slept until after 1:00 PM. I was going to go out to my trailer and unpack, but sis. Franklin told me not to worry about it. I went back to bed.<br /><br />The Franklins and I went out to eat for dinner, my treat. It was so cool.<br /><br />I am too tired.<br /><br />M.B.Vick<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114556542929521176?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1145505182514181652006-03-31T21:04:00.000-06:002006-07-12T17:23:46.000-05:00I'm Moving<p class="MsoNormal">I told Bishop Adkins and Eld. <?xml:namespace prefix ="" st1 /><st1:city><st1:place>Franklin</st1:place></st1:city> my decision on the 30<sup>th</sup>.<span> </span>I told Evg. MaCulvie and his wife later that day.<span> </span>Everyone is so happy for me.<span> </span>It's so cool.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I am going to move down there on April 6.<span> </span>I told Keyva when I was going to move.<span> </span>She is still acting mad at me.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I have started packing up my stuff.<span> </span>I still have some stuff at my mother's house.<span> </span>I don't know if I am going to be able to go get it.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I am renting a small trailer and hook it to my car.<span> </span>It is a 10 hour trip.<span> </span>Mrs. MaCulvie wants me to get someone to ride with me.<span> </span>I don't really have any friends, so I don't know how I am going to do that.<span> </span>She even said that she will pay for the plane ticket.<span> </span>I will figure something out.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I am excited.</p><p class="MsoNormal">M.B.Vick<?xml:namespace prefix ="" o /><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114550518251418165?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822278.post-1145504667645206652006-03-27T20:43:00.000-06:002006-04-19T22:44:55.933-05:00The Email…Keyva emailed me.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Hello.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Please do not think that I am about to apologize for what I said on the phone. It’s good to hear that you are coming down here. It will be good for the choir.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Have you told anyone else?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">I am not planning to tell anyone until you tell me that it’s okay to tell. Don’t think that this means I am no longer mad at you, because I am still upset with you. I am flowers and candy upset with you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">I still can’t believe that you didn’t tell me anything. Every time I think about that, I get mad.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">If I weren’t mad at you, I world be doing flips about you coming down here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Smiling on the inside because of the news,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">Ya Girl – Keyva</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;">P.S. You’re a duddie head. :P</span><br /><br />That was so cool. She know she ain’t mad at me no more.<br /><br />M.B.Vick<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822278-114550466764520665?l=mbvick.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com