tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185401722009-03-01T05:28:41.347-06:00Evolution of A Church Girl (Shannon Marion)This is the personal site of Shannon Marion. Shannon talks about her life growing up in the church.Menoreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-35521915959792447232008-07-12T09:03:00.001-06:002008-07-12T09:03:02.505-06:00What's Your Inner Blood Type?<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody> <tr> <td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"><font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><strong>Your Inner Blood Type is Type A</strong> </font></td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/a.jpg" width="100" /></center><font color="#000000">You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy. <br />You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself. <br />Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in. <br />People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal. <br /> <br />You are most compatible with: A and AB <br /> <br />Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter </font></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/">What's Your Inner Blood Type?</a></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-3552191595979244723?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-53544343717610130472008-07-12T09:01:00.001-06:002008-07-12T09:01:31.423-06:00Do You Look Your Age?<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody> <tr> <td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"><font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><strong>You Probably Look Younger Than Your Age</strong> </font></td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/younger.jpg" width="100" /></center><font color="#000000">You live a healthy lifestyle and know how to take care of yourself. <br />You'll probably have a youthful glow for many years. </font></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/">Do You Look Your Age?</a></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-5354434371761013047?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-14528246184532683922008-07-12T09:00:00.001-06:002008-07-12T09:00:15.567-06:00What Temperament Are You?<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody> <tr> <td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"><font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"><strong>You Have a Sanguine Temperament</strong> </font></td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/sanguine.jpg" width="100" /></center><font color="#000000">You are an optimistic person who is easily content. <br />You enjoy casual, light tasks - never wanting to delve too deep into anything. <br />A bit fickle, it's easy for you to change plans or paths when presented with something better. <br /> <br />You enjoy all of the great things life has to offer - food, friends, and fun. <br />A great talker, you can keep the conversation going for hours. <br />You are optimistic and sure of your success. If you fail, you don't worry about it too much. <br /> <br />At your worst, you are vain. You are obsessed with your own attractiveness. <br />A horrible flirt, you tend to jump into love affairs and relationship drama easily. <br />You're very jealous - which just magnifies the craziness around you. </font></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/">What Temperament Are You?</a></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-1452824618453268392?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-46028142357308773642007-06-12T19:35:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:36:36.121-06:00TroubleI am in trouble these days for speaking my mind again. It will work out soon. I may be looking for a new church home. Lord, have mercy on me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-4602814235730877364?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-18606223882346420162007-05-18T19:37:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:34:51.293-06:00Three ThingsA). Three jobs you have had in your life: Musician, Musician, Musician<br />B). Three movies you would watch over and over: None really<br />C). Three places you have lived: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dorinda</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maddocha</span> Beach, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Maddocha</span><br />D). Three TV shows you love to watch: None in particular<br />E). Three places you have been on vacation: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Maddocha</span> Beach, Precious Mountains, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Victoria</span> Island<br />F). Three websites I visit daily: None really<br />G). Three of my favorite foods: Cheese, Cheese, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Cheese</span><br />H). Three places I would rather be right now: At a keyboard, At an organ, At a piano<br />I). Three places I would never want to go: Jail, Someplace with no music, hell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-1860622388234642016?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-21468237783388920582007-04-07T18:48:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:31:32.235-06:00Five Great Things About MeHere are five great things about me.<br /><br /><ol><li>I am a great musician.</li><li>I speak my mind.</li><li>I am a good friend.</li><li>I am a church baby.</li><li>I make a mean chicken tetrazzini.</li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-2146823778338892058?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-17648904622455382392007-03-16T08:28:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:28:36.660-06:00What Month Are You?<p>OCTOBER</p><ul><li>Loves to chat</li><li>Loves those who loves him</li><li>Loves to takes things at the centre</li><li>Attractive and suave</li><li>Inner and physical beauty</li><li>Does not lie or pretend</li><li>Sympathetic</li><li>Treats friends importantly</li><li>Always making friends</li><li>Easily hurt but recovers easily</li><li>Bad tempered</li><li>Selfish</li><li>Seldom helps unless asked</li><li>Daydreamer</li><li>Very opinionated</li><li>Does not care of what others think</li><li>Emotional</li><li>Decisive</li><li>Strong clairvoyance</li><li>Loves to travel, the arts and literature</li><li>Soft-spoken, loving and caring</li><li>Romantic</li><li>Touchy and easily jealous</li><li>Concerned</li><li>Loves outdoors</li><li>Just and fair</li><li>Spendthrift and easily influenced</li><li>Easily lose confidence</li></ul><p>Some of these are right. Some of them are wrong.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-1764890462245538239?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-75045948353160840062007-02-16T21:16:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:24:23.731-06:00Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">You Passed 8th Grade Math</span></strong><br /></div><center><img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" width="100" /></center><div align="center"><br />Congratulations, you got 8/10 correct!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/">Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-7504594835316084006?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-15582504208918270682007-01-18T20:17:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:18:11.149-06:00Do You Know Your State Capitols?<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">You Know Some State Capitols</span></strong><br /></div><center><img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouknowyourstatecapitolsquiz/capitol.gif" width="100" /></center><br /><div align="center">You Got 14 State Capitols Correct </div><p align="center"></p><div align="center">You may just be a very good guesser. Or you actually do remember something from elementary school!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouknowyourstatecapitolsquiz/">Do You Know Your State Capitols?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-1558250420891827068?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1621227538640001222006-12-14T19:19:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:21:06.463-06:00What Christmas Ornament Are You?<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">You Are a Snowman</span></strong><br /></div><center><img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatchristmasornamentareyouquiz/snowman.jpg" width="100" /></center><div align="center"><br />Friendly and fun, you enjoy bringing holiday cheer to everyone you know! </div><p></p><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatchristmasornamentareyouquiz/">What Christmas Ornament Are You?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-162122753864000122?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-63402499839641118322006-11-12T18:53:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:15:09.904-06:00What Color Red Are You?<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">You Are Crimson Red</span></strong><br /></div><p align="center"><img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/crimson.jpg" width="100" /><br />Down to earth and warm-hearted, you instantly make everyone feel at ease around you.<br /><br />And while you have an understated passion - you lack the uncontrolled passion of most other reds.<br /><br />You prefer to sit back and enjoy every situation life has to offer. You put an optimistic spin on everything.<br /><br />And even when things are going well, you don't get too amped up. You prefer to keep your emotions as steady as possible. </p><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/">What Color Red Are You?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-6340249983964111832?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-14652376843950282632006-10-31T18:53:00.000-06:002007-06-12T19:11:11.636-06:00Halloween CancelledSitting here on this Halloween, it got me to thinking about the last Halloween that I ever "celebrated."<br /><br />I was 10 years old. I was all excited about Halloween because I was going to be a princess. My mother had bought me my costume. I had tried it on like 20 times since I had gotten it.<br /><br />The Sunday before Halloween, I was talking to one of the girls at the church. Now, why I was talking to this particular girl is a mystery to me because her grandmother was known to be "Holier than thou." The girl's grandmother was always telling somebody how they were sinning. She worked everyone's nerves.<br /><br />I was telling the girl about my costume when her grandmother walked up to us. Every fiber in my ten year old body was screaming, "SHUT UP!" but my ten-year old mind was not hearing it. I wanted to tell the world about my costume.<br /><br />The girl's grandmother asked, "What are you all talking about?" I looked at the girl. She looked at me. I don't think she wanted to hear her grandmother preach a sermon so the girl didn't say a word. I didn't say anything either. The girl's grandmother glared at both of us and said, "I asked you all what you all were talking about!" The girl shot me this look. I felt sorry for her, so I told the old lady what we were talking about. The old lady went off. She lit into me for trying to get her granddaughter to sin with me. I spoke my mind even back then. I looked at the lady and said, "Look old lady, just cause you think you are almost as holy as God, don't mean that it is true. You need to go somewhere and sit down and listen to the word. You get on folk's nerves always preaching to them. Maybe you need to preach to your family some more then maybe your kids wouldn't be as messed up as you are." After I said that, I realized that I had went too far.<br /><br />The old lady grabbed her granddaughter by the arm and walked off. I knew that I was going to get killed, but I felt good, having told ole girl off.<br /><br />When I got into the car with my parents, it was deathly quiet. I knew not to say anything. I was waiting on my father to reach behind him and slap me across the mouth for disrespecting an adult. He never did.<br /><br />After awhile, I heard my mother laughing. She laughed louder and louder. My father looked at her and said, "That is not funny and you know it." My mother continued to laugh. Before long, my father had joined my father. They laughed until they got home.<br /><br />I was scared. I had no idea what was going on. I went straight to my room when I got into the house and waited for the worst whipping of my life.<br /><br />My mother and father walked into my room. My father said, "Shannon, you can't go around talking to adults like that, no matter how much you want to say it." My mother smiled at me. My father continued, "You can't go trick or treating this year as your punishment." My parents walked out of the room. I was so happy that I wasn't going to get killed that I had no desire to even argue about the punishment.<br /><br />About a week later, my mother walked into my room laughing and said, "Girl did you really tell Sis. Holy that she needed to go somewhere and listen to a sermon?" I reluctantly said, "Yes Mame." My mother laughed louder and said, "Lord, have mercy. You are your father's child." She walked out of the room after that.<br /><br />After that incident, the girl never talked to me again, although she would wave to me when she saw me. Her grandmother always cut her eyes at me when she saw me.<br /><br />I never had a desire to go trick or treating after that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-1465237684395028263?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1157404600365939622006-09-04T15:16:00.000-06:002006-09-04T15:33:59.036-06:00WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL?<p><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been thinking about what makes me special lately. We all have two legs, two arms, a nose, etc, but what makes me special. Here are three things that makes me special.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">1. <strong>I am musically gifted.</strong> I can play the organ and the piano rather well. I could probably be playing for money in a group or choir, but I am just too stubborn to belong to a group. I have a couple of churches actively recruiting me to play for their church. I don't know if I want to be a Minister of Music. That's the title the churches want to give me. I ain't ready for that, although my father thinks I am.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">2. <strong>I am crazy about cheesy dishes.</strong> I love cheesy dishes. Any dish that has cheese on it. I love it. My mother often says... <em>"If you eat one more bowl of macaroni and cheese, you are gonna turn orange."</em> I laugh when she says that. I can make a mean dish of chicken tetrazzini. Everyone that has eaten my chicken tetrazzini has raved about it. Okay, everyone but one of my mean old aunt. She is just hateful.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">3. <strong>I have over 100 yellow highlighters.</strong> I don't know why I have all of those highlighters, but I started collecting them since 1990. My mother gave me one in church so that I could draw pictures with it when I was 8 years old. I liked the pen. I used that pen until it ran out of ink. I kept the highlighter. I asked me mother to buy me another one. She did. They cycle continued after that. People started giving me highlighters as gifts. I have ones that have company names on them. I have all kinds of highlighters. I have to often tell people that I only like yellow highlighters. It's too crazy.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">When my mother saw that I wanted to keep my old highlighters, she began writing the date I received the pen, who gave it to me, and the occasion on a piece of paper and taping it to the pen when I finished using it. I have continued the trend.</span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*****</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">The three things listed above make me special. Think about yourself for a moment.</span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:200%;color:#ff0000;">WHAT MAKES YOU SPECIAL?</span></strong></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-115740460036593962?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1157403122925046372006-09-04T14:52:00.000-06:002006-09-04T15:23:01.166-06:00Just Wondering<p><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been wondering what to write about now. I am not sure. I could write about the </span><a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbidhor/"><span style="font-size:130%;">GBIDHOR</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Youth Choir memories. I could write about school memories. I could write about other memories. I am not sure right now.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Even as I am writing this, nothing inspires me to write.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I may just have to write about something else.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-115740312292504637?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1154535365940540052006-08-02T10:16:00.000-06:002006-08-02T10:19:29.856-06:00Video GamesI have video games in my house that I don't play anymore. What is a girl to do? I wish they would quit coming up with newer games, that way I wouldn't have so many games in my house.<br /><br />It is unbelievably too much like right for me to trade in the old games before I get the new game.<br /><br />I am going to have to trade in some of these games.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-115453536594054005?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1154534930539486602006-08-02T10:08:00.000-06:002006-08-02T10:20:19.270-06:00Things I've DonePlace an X by all the things you've done<br />This is for your entire life:<br /><br />( ) Smoked a cigarette<br />( ) Crashed a friend's car<br />( ) Stolen a car<br />( X ) Been in love<br />( X ) Been dumped<br />( ) Shoplifted candy<br />( ) Been laid off/fired (laid off)<br />( ) Quit your job<br />( X ) Been in a fist fight<br />( X ) Snuck out of your parent's house<br />( X ) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back<br />( ) Been arrested<br />( ) Gone on a blind date<br />( ) Lied to a friend (to save her feelings)<br />( ) Skipped school<br />( ) Seen someone die<br />( ) Been to Canada<br />( ) Been to Mexico<br />( X ) Been on a plane<br />( X ) Been lost<br />( ) Been on the opposite side of the country<br />( ) Gone to Washington, DC<br />( X ) Swam in the ocean<br />( X ) Felt like dying<br />( X ) Cried yourself to sleep<br />( ) Played cops and robbers<br />( ) Recently colored with crayons<br />( ) Sang karaoke<br />( X ) Paid for a meal with only coins<br />( X ) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't<br />( X ) Made prank phone calls<br />( X ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose<br />( X ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue<br />( X ) Danced in the rain<br />( X ) Written a letter to Santa Claus<br />( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe<br />( ) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about<br />( X ) Blown bubbles<br />( ) Made a bonfire on the beach<br />( ) Crashed a party<br />( X ) Gone roller-skating<br />( ) Ice-skating<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-115453493053948660?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130883028857857482004-02-16T16:10:00.000-06:002006-09-04T15:02:19.176-06:00100 & More Things About Me<ol><br /><li>My name is Shannon Marion.</li><br /><li>I was born on 10/21/1982.</li><br /><li>I am a church baby.</li><br /><li>I am proud to be a church baby.</li><br /><li>My mother's name is Lois "Pink" Marion.</li><br /><li>My father's name is Eld. Eric Marion.</li><br /><li>I was born in <a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/">Dorinda</a>, Maddocha.</li><br /><li>I have lived most of my life in Dorinda, Maddocha.</li><br /><li>I play the keyboard, organ, and piano...</li><br /><li>I have a Pentecostal background.</li><br /><li>I attended Harmon Street COGIC almost all my life.</li><br /><li>I graduated from <a href="http://www.bagleyisd.org/">Cynthia Pitts High School</a> in 1999.</li><br /><li><a href="http://www.shimmersinc.info/">Kourtnee Adams</a>, president of Shimmers Inc., gave me a scholarship to go to the school because her daughter and I were close friends.</li><br /><li>I attended Maddocha Beach University for a year with my girl <a href="http://ladawnya.diaryland.com">LaDawnya Adams</a>.</li><br /><li>I am 5 feet 6 inches.</li><br /><li>My mentor is <a href="http://dmadkins.alwaysinspired.info">DM Adkins</a>.</li><br /><li>I was born with brown eyes.</li><br /><li>Sometimes, I have blue eyes.</li><br /><li>Sometimes, I have green eyes.</li><br /><li>My favorite food is my mother's macaroni and cheese.</li><br /><li>I tried to make my mother's macaroni and cheese, but it didn't taste the same.</li><br /><li>I love any dish made out of cheese.</li><br /><li>The cheesy the dish, the more I like it.</li><br /><li>The best dish I make is <a href="http://imajeanjohnson.alwaysinspired.info/">Mother Johnson's</a> chicken tetrazzini.</li><br /><li>Mother Johnson taught me how to make chicken tetrazzini.</li><br /><li>I added my own touches to Mother Johnson's chicken tetrazzini.</li><br /><li>My favorite recording artists are Ruth Fortson & COP and DM Adkins & the DM Chorale.</li><br /><li>My favorite basketball player is <a href="http://jhall.diaryland.com">Jonathon Hall</a>.</li><br /><li>I think Jonathon Hall is too fine with his bald-headed self.</li><br /><li>I went on a double date with him, LaDawnya Adams, and <a href="http://dgrant.diaryland.com/">Dameun Grant</a>.</li><br /><li>My father was the assistant pastor of Harmon Street COGIC.</li><br /><li>My favorite number is 7.</li><br /><li>My favorite number 7 is the number of completion.</li><br /><li>My favorite Bible character is Ruth.</li><br /><li>I think Noah was a great man of God.</li><br /><li>I played the organ for the Tower of Refuge youth choir.</li><br /><li>I played the organ for the Harmon Street COGIC youth choir.</li><br /><li>I played the keyboard for the Cynthia Pitts High School Gospel Choir.</li><br /><li>I played the keyboard for the Cynthia Pitts High School Ensemble.</li><br /><li>I played the keyboard for the Cynthia Pitts High School Jazz Band.</li><br /><li>I can't stand people who where raggedy things.</li><br /><li>Anytime I get a hole in my clothing, I get rid of that article of clothing.</li><br /><li>My father claps his hands five times and stomps twice before he begins is whoop when he is preaching.</li><br /><li>I think my father is the greatest preacher in the world.</li><br /><li>I have been told that I am crazy for thinking that my father is the greatest preacher in the world.</li><br /><li>My musical teacher and torturer, Sis. Amelia Crawford taught me everything I know about playing for a choir.</li><br /><li>Sis. Crawford got on my last nerve when I was under her tutelage.</li><br /><li>I like to play the praise dance music.</li><br /><li>I played for Mardell Coleston Ministries until I went to Maddocha Beach University.</li><br /><li>Mother Hattie Briggs told me that I was anointed to play the "shouting music."</li><br /><li>Mother Briggs asked me to play for revival services that her son-in-law conducted.</li><br /><li>I own 20 shares of stock in Shimmers, Inc.</li><br /><li>Kourtnee Adams gave me ten shares of the stock for Christmas one year.</li><br /><li><a href="http://adamsfamilyhq.alwaysinspired.info/">Mr. Themophilis Adams</a> gave me the other ten shares that I own for my birthday.</li><br /><li>I can't cash the stock in until I turn 30 years old.</li><br /><li>I went on a shopping spree with LaDawnya that Mr. Adams paid for.</li><br /><li>I wish I could go on another shipping spree.</li><br /><li>I hate for people to lie to me.</li><br /><li>I hate to lie.</li><br /><li>I collect yellow highlighters.</li><br /><li>My favorite color is yellow.</li><br /><li>I have over 100 yellow highlighters.</li><br /><li>I own three keyboards.</li><br /><li>My favorite holiday is Christmas because I like playing Christmas music.</li><br /><li>My mother gave me a gold necklace with a musical note on it when I was 9 years old.</li><br /><li>I still where that necklace to this day.</li><br /><li>I lost my necklace once.</li><br /><li>My necklace had fallen behind the toilet.</li><br /><li>I had to get the clasp fixed on my necklace after it fell behind the toilet.</li><br /><li>I dislike it when more than two people lead a song.</li><br /><li>I can't stand it when a whole praise team decide to lead the praise song.</li><br /><li>I stole a highlighter from the store.</li><br /><li>My mother made me take it back to the store.</li><br /><li>She whip me for stealing in front of the manager of the store.</li><br /><li>The manager of the store's daughter went to the same school that I did.</li><br /><li>The next day, the whole school knew that my mother had whipped me for stealing.</li><br /><li>I got another whipping for beating that girl up.</li><br /><li>I use to get fussed at all the time by Mother Johnson for being disrespectful to Sis. Crawford.</li><br /><li>Sis. Crawford use to go tell Mother Johnson on me all the time.</li><br /><li>I got into a fight with Betty Chevette at church during youth choir rehearsal.</li><br /><li>Sis. Crawford put Betty and I out of the choir for a month.</li><br /><li>I don't like cherries.</li><br /><li>I don't like any food dish with cherries in it.</li><br /><li>I told the Lord that I would use my gift for Him.</li><br /><li>Two R&B groups tried to get me to play for them.</li><br /><li>My grandmother's favorite praise song is "I Made A Vow To The Lord."</li><br /><li>My grandmother likes to hear me play that song.</li><br /><li>Mardell Coleston broke up with me when I told him I was attending Maddocha Beach University.</li><br /><li>He was mad because I wouldn't be able to be his primary musician anymore.</li><br /><li>My mother has always told me that I should sing more often.</li><br /><li>I don't think I sing that well.</li><br /><li>I think using computers that are obsolete should be illegal.</li><br /><li>I want to name my son King Solomon.</li><br /><li>I will be married before I have any children.</li><br /><li>Sometimes, I hate being a woman.</li><br /><li>I like playing fast songs.</li><br /><li>The faster the song, the more I like playing the song.</li><br /><li>I will not drink pink lemonade.</li><br /><li>I think lemonade should be yellow and yellow only.</li><br /><li>I think singers who do fifty-two runs in a song is trying to show out.</li><br /><li>I believe that you should pray everyday.</li><br /><li>I brush my teeth three times a day.</li><br /><li>I brush my teeth after every major meal.</li><br /><li>The last two sentences I wrote were redundant.</li><br /><li>This is a lot of stuff to learn about me.</li><br /><li>The most I have weighed is 165 pounds.</li><br /><li>I weigh 155 now.</li><br /><li>My mother says I have some thick hips.</li><br /><li>I think the mixing of fruit flavors for juice goes against nature. (SMILE)</li><br /><li>I think mixing flavors of kool-aid is wrong.</li><br /><li>I will probably add more to this list as time goes on.</li><br /><li>My girl, deartra, has too much free time on her hands, sometimes.</li><br /><li>I am a perfectionist when it comes to my music.</li><br /><li>I don't take criticism about my music well.</li><br /><li>Right now, at this moment, I need to go get my nails done.</li><br /><li>I drink 24 ounces of water everyday.</li><br /><li>Mother Briggs told me I should drink 24 ounces of water everyday.</li><br /><li>She gave me an eight-ounce glass and told me to drink three glasses of water a day.</li><br /><li>Mother Briggs told me to eat and apple and an orange everyday.</li><br /><li>I eat an apple and orange everyday.</li><br /><li>Forgetting those things, which are behind me, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling, which is in Christ Jesus. (Scripture)</li><br /><li>This world is fading away, along with everything it craves. But if I do the will of God, I will live forever. (Scripture)</li><br /><li>I told the Lord I would serve Him.</li><br /></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088302885785748?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882999473256722004-02-16T16:08:00.000-06:002005-11-01T16:09:59.476-06:00Getting To Know You<b>Name</b><br />Shannon Marion<br /><br /><b>Date of Birth</b><br />10/12/1982<br /><br /><b>Favorite black TV show of all time.</b><br />A Different World<br /><br /><b>Worst date ever.</b><br />One I went on with Mardell Coleston<br /><br /><b>Describe the ugliest dress/outfit you have ever worn.</b><br />Never have worn one<br /><br /><b>Title of the movie of your life.</b><br />Evolution of a Church Girl<br /><br /><b>What actor/actress would portray your character?</b><br />Regina King<br /><br /><b>One thing you would change about the church world.</b><br />The holier than thou attitude when they know they didn't come out of their mother's womb speaking in tongues.<br />"All have sinned and come short of the glory of the Lord."<br /><br /><b>Best experience you have had feeling the anointing of God.</b><a href="http://ladawnya.diaryland.com/mrsjfuneral.html"><br />At Mother Johnson's funeral</a><br /><br /><b>One question you would ask God.</b><br />Why are people who just want to fornicate allowed to have children when there are people who truly want children and can't have them?<br /><br /><b>Saddest day of your life.</b><br />Mother Johnson Funeral<br /><br /><b>Happiest day of your life.</b><a href="http://churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info/2003/12/keyboard-christmas.html"><br />Christmas I received my first keyboard</a><br /><br /><b>Make up the name of a fake country you would own.</b><br />Shannonville<br /><br /><b>Favorite recreational past time.</b><br />Playing my keyboard<br /><br /><b>What is one thing most people don't know about you?</b><br />If I told you, then folk would know<br /><br /><b>What kind of exotic animal would you like to have?</b><br />Toucan<br /><br /><b>Last, book you read.</b><br />50 Ways by Helena Caldwell<br /><br /><b>Best book you have read.</b><br />The Bible (of course)<br /><br /><b>Worst movie ever made.</b><br />Howard the Duck<br /><br /><b>Worst movie ever made that you really liked.</b><br />Like I'm gonna tell you that so you can laugh at me<br /><br /><b>TV show you like, but people think you are crazy for liking it.</b><br />Same as previous<br /><br /><b>Song that always makes you cry.</b><br />Telephone in my Bosom by <a href="http://ruthfortson-cop.alwaysinspired.info/"> Ruth Fortson & COP</a><br /><br /><b>Favorite city/state you like to visit.</b><a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofabsanie/">Absanie</a>, <a href="http://www.maddocha.info/"> Maddocha</a> - It's the place to be if you like Gospel Music<br /><br /><b>One thing you would change about your life that would change your life greatly.</b><br />I wouldn't have talked back so much to Sis. Amelia Crawford. (Don't tell her I said that.)<br /><br /><b>Give me your best example of faith.</b><br />Noah building the ark when it had never rained on earth before<br /><br /><b>You have just recorded a "CD" give me the title of the CD and the track listing. All the songs must end up telling the story of your life.<br /><i>Evolution of A Church Girl</i></b><br />1. The Church Girl<br />2. Her Music<br />3. The Ups & Downs<br />4. Praise Break<br />5. That Boy<br />6. Mama & Daddy<br />7. Thank You, Lord<br />8. Mother Johnson's Influence<br />9. Sis. Crawford Urghh<br />10. Thank You, Sis. Crawford<br />11. Praise Break 2<br />12. To God Be the Glory<br /><br /><b>What's one mode of transportation you have never taken and would like to take?</b><br />A cruise ship<br /><br /><b>What's your biggest indulgence?</b><br />Stuff for my keyboard<br /><br /><b>What's the worst meal you ever cooked?</b><br />None. I am a great cook.<br /><br /><b>Name a non-family member that you admire most.</b><a href="http://www.ttemple.org/imajeanjohnson/"><br />Mother Ima Jean Johnson</a> (deceased)<br /><br /><b>Who was your first crush on?</b><br />Mardell Coleston<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088299947325672?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882815041729202004-02-16T16:06:00.000-06:002005-11-01T16:08:03.816-06:00The Hook-up With The ManMy father talked to Deacon Gregory Matthews, a saved, sanctified, and reformed player, about Mardell. My father asked him to talk to Mardell about how to treat women.<br /><br />INTERRUPTION...<br /><br />It had been rumored that Deacon Matthews was a player who treated women's so well that they didn't care that he dated each one of them and several other women, all at the same time. The story goes that when Deacon Matthews was saved and filled with the Holy Ghost, he called up all 20 women that he was dating, apologized, and told them that he couldn't see them anymore. He got a black eye, his tires were slashed four times, the windows on his car were broken several times, and one of the women's brother shot at the deacon. Deacon Matthews has of the incidences, "I deserved or rather reaped everything that happened to me behind those women. I can't get mad, because you reap what you sow." Deacon Matthews is married now with three sons. He has a ministry called "Treat 'Em Right Ministries." He teaches young men how to treat women and how to be upstanding Christian young men.<br /><br />When my father asked Deacon Matthews to talk to Mardell, the ministry (Treat 'Em Right) was conceived.<br /><br />BACK TO THE STORY...<br /><br />Deacon Matthews began mentoring Mardell. After spending time with Deacon Matthews Mardell became a better guy. Every girl that Mardell dated after me, owes me for helping him to be the man that he is. I am tripping, ya'll.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088281504172920?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882722707594502004-02-16T16:05:00.000-06:002005-11-01T16:05:22.710-06:00My Daddy & His BabygirlWhen my father got home on Sunday afternoon, I went and sat down next to him on the couch. He was eating dinner. I laid my head on his shoulder. He said, "What's wrong with my Babygirl?" I said, "Nothing." My mother had always taught me not to bother my father with problems during a meal. I just laid on his shoulder while he ate.<br /><br />He finished eating. I held out my hands so I could take his dishes to the kitchen. He gave them to me. I got up and went into the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. When I walked back into the den, my mother was sitting next to my father laying on him. They both turned around when they heard me walk into the room. My father saw the look I was giving him. He smiled and said, "Honey, you took Shannieboos spot." My mother said, "Well, I am here now. She is gonna have to get on the other side." I mentally rolled my eyes as I went and sat down on the other side of my father. We sat that way for a few minute. My mother stood up and walked out of the den.<br /><br />My father looked down at me and asked, "What's wrong with my Babygirl?" I didn't say anything. I snuggled in closer to him. He rubbed the side of my arm. I finally said, "Mardell Coleston came over here today." My father raised his back up from the couch as he asked, "What was he doing over here?" I relayed what had happened at church. He dad nodded at everything I said. After I finished my father asked, "What did you all do when he got over here?" I told him the story of what happened when Mardell was at the house. My father abruptly stood up, making me move from my comfortable position. He yelled my mother's nickname, Pink.<br /><br />He half yelled, "Pink, why did you let that little nappy headed rusty tailed boy treat my baby girl like that?" My mother responded, "You need to lower your voice. I talked to the boy before he left. He only knows how to treat girls the way that he has been taught. There is no need to act a fool about it. You need to calm down." My mother walked out of the den after she said that. My father looked in the direction that my mother had walked off into. My father looked at me. He walked out of the den shaking his head. I went to my room knowing that my father was going to say something to Mardell the next time they saw each other. My father did, but it wasn't what I expected.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088272270759450?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882660527673472004-02-16T16:03:00.000-06:002005-11-01T16:04:20.526-06:00The Aftermath of That SundayAfter Mardell left my house that Sunday, my mother came into my room to talk to me. I was lying on my bed crying. She sat down beside me and said, "Come here baby. It's gonna be okay. You just like the boy and he hurt your feelings." I raised my head off of her lap and yelled, "I do not like that ugly boy!" My mother rubbed my head and responded, "Lower your voice. You must have forgotten who you are talking to." I laid my head down as I responded with a Yes Mame. My mother talked some more about girls and boys, but I heard nothing she said. I was thinking, "I am gonna tell my daddy and he will get that big head boy."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088266052767347?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882447731202162004-02-16T16:00:00.000-06:002005-11-01T16:00:47.733-06:00She Likes MardellThe Sunday after Christmas, I was sitting in my Sunday School class waiting for it to start. Mardell walked into the room and sat down beside me. He looked at me and I started smiling from ear to ear. He said, "I guess you got your keyboard for Christmas." I hugged him tightly and said, "Yes, thanks for praying." (I can't recall ever seeing Mardell smile since I have known him.) He responded, "To God be the glory."<br /><br />Mardell was like that. He was just deep. He was the deepest 10 years old I knew. I think it was because his grandparents who were 60 plus years older than him raised him. Mardell acted just like an old man. He even walked like an old man. He even spoke in old folks language. Some of the stuff he said could not possibly come from a ten year, even a mature ten year old.<br /><br />I sat there telling him about my keyboard. He sat there with his eyes closed, looking deep. After a few minutes, I stopped talking. He opened his eyes and said, "Why did you stop talking?" I frowned at him before I irately said, "You are supposed to look at me when I am talking to you!" He opened his eyes and said, "Women always want what they want." (What ten year-old would say something like that?) I rolled my eyes at him and then walked out of my Sunday School room.<br /><br />I came back in when my teacher came in. With us were several other kids. Mardell was in the room on his knees praying.<br /><br />The teacher called the class to order. She conducted the class as usual. All through out the class, Mardell kept looking at me. Every time he did, I rolled my eyes at him. (Which that caused a rumor to be spread that I liked him. I'll never really admit it, but I did think Mardell was kind of cute back then.) After Sunday School, Mardell tried to talk to me, but I walked off from him in a huff.<br /><br />Mardell thought he was smart and went and told my mother how I was acting. He thought that was going to get me into trouble. It got him into more trouble. My mother politely told him, "Boy, I know you think you are all deep and stuff, but you are still a child. If you want a 'woman' to treat you with respect, you must treat her with respect. And the next time a girl is talking to you, open up your eyes and pay attention to what she is saying!"<br /><br />Mardell tried to talk to me after church, but I was too upset to talk to him. I was really mad at him.<br /><br />Later on that Sunday, there was a knock on the front door. My mother answered the door and screamed my name. She didn't have to scream. I was in the living room playing the keyboard.<br /><br />I went to the front door. It was Mardell. I almost told my mother to close the door, but she gave me that don't be rude look.<br /><br />My mother invited Mardell in and escorted us both to the living room. My mother, Mardell, and I sat down in the living room.<br /><br />I stared at Mardell. Mardell stared at me. My mother looked at both of us smiling. She could tell that we liked each other. We were both stubborn.<br /><br />Mardell finally broke the ice. He said, "See, you are gonna miss your blessing." I looked at Mardell, then got up from the couch and walked out of the living room, leaving Mardell in the living room with my mother.<br /><br />Whatever the rumor was, at that moment, I couldn't stand Mardell Coleston.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088244773120216?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882383568697622004-01-23T15:59:00.000-06:002005-11-01T15:59:43.570-06:00Introducing Mardell ColestonMardell Coleston was 9 years old when I first met him. He walked into our Sunday School class and our Sunday School teacher introduced him to us.<br /><br />Mardell was a tall kid for ten years old. He was taller than most of the 10-year olds in the class. He was dark skinned and skinny. He had an old man's haircut. His hair cut was not like the hair cuts of the time. He had no lines in his hair. His suit looked like something my 38-year-old father would have worn when he was a kid. Mardell wore the suit with pride.<br /><br />There was something about him. He seemed older than ten. I don't know what is was, but he just seemed older than he was. Our Sunday School asked him to introduce himself. He said, "Hello. My name is Min. Mardell Coleston. I was a member of Hines Temple COGIC in Rysar before we moved here. God has been good to me and I am glad that I can be here with you all."<br /><br />I wanted to do the same thing that Jamie did, but I didn't have the guts. Jamie raised her hand. Our Sunday School teacher asked her what she wanted. Jamie replied, "You sure you 10? Don't no 10 year olds I know talk like that." Mardell responded, "I have been blessed to grow up around older saints, so I tend to act older than my age."<br /><br />I just stared at Mardell. I had never seen a kid like him before. It was like my grandmother says, "Hum, I see that boy done caught yo' tention."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088238356869762?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882353608655142004-01-23T15:58:00.001-06:002005-11-01T16:03:19.050-06:00Getting Into TroubleI got into trouble all the time. My father was the assistant pastor of Harmon Street. I guess everyone expected me to be this little angel. It wasn't that I was bad, but I refused to sit and be the church's picture of "AN ANGEL." I was a normal child. I was subject to talk in SUnday School, choir rehearsal, and even church. I did it in regular school. I was a normal child and I did normal things.<br /><br />The person who understood this the best was my Sunday School teacher when I was nine, Sis. Natalie Hammond. I think she was a preacher's kid herself. I never asked her. SHe just told me to be quiet. She never threatened to tell my parents. She was cool like that. My mother and father never fussed at me much for getting into trouble at church. They just told me not to cut up too much.<br /><br />The person I got into trouble with the most was Sis. Amelia Crawford. SHe was the president of the youth choir. We clashed from the minute she made me the main musician of the choir.<br /><br />Sis. Crawford acted, treated, and yelled at us like we were adults. Most of us were just kids who were made to get into the youth choir by our parents.<br /><br />LaDawnya wasn't. She was serious about singing. She enjoyed the way Sis. Crawford treated us. LaDawnya never played around in choir rehearsal. She would laugh from time to time, but she was never the cause of the trouble. I don't think that girl ever got into trouble. She was a little too good for my taste, but that's jsut me. (I am not talking about her. She knows I feel like this because i have told her on several occassions.)<br /><br />Back to my story. Sis. Crawford was too serious with us. I often, with my outspoken self, told her that too. I don't think she minded so much as long as I was respectful. Most of the times I voiced my opinion in a respectful manner. THere were a few times, I wasn't respectful. One time, I got so mad at Sis. Crawford that I walked out of rehearsal and didn't come back for 3 weeks. She didn't go to my parents and say a wrod to them. When I came back to the choir and tried to sit on the organ, she politely told me to get up off the organ. She then told me that I had to earn my spot back as the main musician. It took a month. My mother went to Sis. Crawford and asked her why I wasn't playing. Sis. Crawford told my mother that she would have to discuss it with me.<br /><br />I won't tell Sis. Crawford this, but she was a cool lady.<br /><br />Sis. Crawford was always hard on LaDawnya, this guy named Arthur Craven, and I. Sis. Crawford always told us, "You all have too much potential for me to treat you all like you are children. You all need to develop your talents and use them for the Lord. I would put you all up against the best adults in the world."<br /><br />Sis. Crawford was cool like that. SHe was always getting LaDawnya, Arthur, and me in come kind of workshop, contest, and talent show. She believed in us.<br /><br />Back to getting into trouble...<br /><br />I wasn't bad. I just did normal kid stuff, but it got blown out of proportion.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088235360865514?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540172.post-1130882308062188512004-01-23T15:58:00.000-06:002005-11-01T15:58:28.063-06:00The Youth Choir/My Turning PointThe youth choir at Harmon Street COGIC was a turning point in my life. I was able to be the main musician for the choir a few months after I joined.<br /><br />The age groups for the choir was 13-21. I was able to join at 12 years old. LaDawnya Adams was made the choir director of the choir when she was 11 years old. The girl is an awesome director. Can't nobody out direct that girl. When she became one of the choir directors of the youth choir, she went to Sis. Crawford and asked her could I play for the youth choir. Sis. Crawford said that I could. After that, LaDawnya and I wrote history in the youth choir of the Harmon Street COGIC.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18540172-113088230806218851?l=churchgirl.alwaysinspired.info%2Findex.html'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com