Matthews in the Middle (MIMS) Episode 6 part One

Matthews in the Middle (MIMS) Episode 6 part One

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Stolen “note”, letter, post!

I stole the following from my sister friend Paulla’s facebook notes. Enjoy. AND check out the pictures at the end. Sorry, only put 2.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!

by Paulla De Souza on Friday, 24 September 2010 at 06:35
September 24 2010, is not just my birthday, it is a day that I was reminded of so many things. This morning my consciousness was focused on “thoughtfulness” not just from my perspective but from others.  I made an observation and I realized how much this particular character trait goes unnoticed and unappreciated in our every day lives in some cases not consciously (I hope). I shared my thought on the topic via my status September 23rd I was certainly not expecting the revelation I received thus far. For those who missed it this is what I shared.
“Had a moment where my consciousness was alerted to the ideal of “thoughtfulness” its a character trait in others that is often overlooked. Consider the importance of being thoughtful…
“The truth is I was feeling a bit cranky after a long day at work got home after 10p.m or there about. I had absolutely no special plans for my birthday decided to just take it easy.
The little things that people do really does go a long way. Never stop showing your appreciation no matter how small and insignificant it may seem the receiver is always grateful.
So there I am talking to my sista gal pal Lady D (all smiles) and another old guy pal Alex his b’day was yesterday we go way back, we were all chatting nonchalantly, in separate chats, didn’t even noticed the time until he started counting it down, he wished me happy birthday, and she sent me a link ordering me to click on it, so there I am awww-ing and ooooh-ing at the revelation of the link… just a few minutes after my bbm alert went off…it was my other sister gal pal Knycky. I did not even know she knew when my b’day was.

This is the dialogue on BBM: KNYKS:”HELP Pau where u I need help?

ME: What happen?

KNYKS: Whey u

ME: Home

KNYKS: U wd not believe wat happen to me

ME:?

KNYKS:Wait talking to d police

ME: hmmm!!! R u serious?(my thoughts… what the hell is she up to is she driving with out her license again, but if she is in trouble y is she calling what the hell can I do,  I wonder what she is really up to…)

KNYKS: Right! Now I that I have your FULL attention… HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!!!  Let’s DRINK to it!!! (party smiley)

ME: You are such a toots LOL U had me worried

KNYKS: Hahaha I know! that was the plan (wink eye smiley)

ME: Thanks! (this dam girl lol)

KNYKS: Come outside

ME: WHAT!!!

KNYKS: COME OUTSIDE doh think I’ll let ur day pass without a drink child

ME: R U alone ( don’t really feel like getting dressed, can’t believe u drive up the road at this hour oh lawd)

KNYKS: Ofcourse I am alone! I won’t bring people on a surprise like this… steupes yuh getting senile in yuh old age or what?

ME: LOL!!! One sec (classic low blow hahaha)

By this time Lady D on hold as I told her my friend is in trouble hope it was no real drama was the message she got from me (wireless router trip out thank god for my bb I was able to let her know there was nothing to worry about) I buzz madam in she drive in screaming her head off happy birthday!!! Iced birthday cake, bottle of red wine, (the most perfect red wine I have had to date, not big on the red, white is my favourite) Luckily for me I am MISS SUPER KOOL, still not sure what it will take to move me… not very good at showing my emotions outwardly. The rest you would observe in the few pics we took of the moment.  I stuck my cake and eat it too, had a few glasses of wine, we talked and giggled I wished that I had more of my friends physically here with us to share the moment but I am super grateful that Knycky you took the time to do what you did you are one of the most thoughtful people I know, I remember the time you bought me flip flops, just cause you know I love them in all the colors. The cake was perfect not to sweet, got chocolate and sponge together in my favourite colour also. D I  love the page just as I was thinking how perfect the cake on the page was and wishing it was real, at that moment, I didn’t know there was a real one right outside my door. Alex I know u r one of the busiest people I know but you took the time to do the count down I really appreciate that, I remember you are always big on birthdays we are so different though just one day apart, I am happy that after so many many years of friendship we can still have our laughs and exchange greetings no matter how simple.

I choose to share my thoughts, not because I want to big up anyone of the other but the truth of the matter is I thought this was one of the most I think awesome seem to be the word, moments.  4 people from different parts of the Universe came together simultaneously to create a very special moment for me… I was deeply touched I also had a surprised telephone call at about 5 mins after the candles were lit, so there were 4 very special people parttaking in my surprise… I give God the glory and I smile at His awesomeness.

MY (Knycky’s) response to Paulla’s “note”:  Wow! I am only now getting to this (silly internet connection). This is so sweet of you to say/do paulla. But that’s just the woman you are. You take something simple yet special and started a wheel rolling. I would give you the stars if I can, but I’m happy you appreciated the little that I did. If we only remember (as you’ve said) to be thoughtful…OH GORSH, we go lick up satan plans.
P.S, thanks for not telling that I nearly ended up in jail after re: roadblock and wine doh mix. Oppps, I just did. lol.

Shout out tuh KeliNtrique!!!

Now the photos – yuh know it must have *giggles*

Listen!!!

Today I read an interesting article by Zoe Mendez entitled “trusting the inner you”, which propelled me to write this post. The article was sent to me by Paulla De souza, my friend who is also a makeup artiste. For great tips on making yourselves even more fabulous AND motivation, check out her blog: http://www.facefabulous.wordpress.com Also check out the Woman to woman blog, interesting read.

Instinct, hunch, intuition, the voice, premonition, whichever we  choose to call it, I say it’s God talking to us. You know what I’m talking about, whatever the situation, you get that feeling in your gut that tells you this is right, or  run the heaven out of there.

My experience with the voice has been vast & in my teens and early 20’s I chose to ignore it. I deliberately blocked it out. Now as the proverb goes: with age comes wisdom, I LISTEN!

I hope you don’t mind me sharing a few  of my incidents (which I’m sure many of you can relate to) with you.

Sometimes, I may be going through something in my life that I think I should  share, but my instinct scream DON’T. The times when I listened to the voice. I always breathe a sigh of relief cause if i’d gone against, I would have ended up in hot water. Other times (like now) it says share, share, share. So I’m listening and sharing. *smiles*

My  flatmate, I fell for at the sound of a voice on a phone, fell hard from the first hello. I feel as if I have known M all my life. Our living situation is so harmonic. We look out and after each other. God told me to choose M. It may sound a little spooky-ish but read on,  it’s simply about listening to your inner voice.

As a teen, I was a tomboy. One night my brother, his friends & I thought jumping over the flying fish swimming pool wall for a midnight swim was cool. We were a bunch of teens accustomed to getting up to all types of mischief. We thought we were some bad as***. In retrospect,  we were similar to  Enid Blyton’s famous 5 (for those of you who remember the series) just children having fun, thinking we were taking on the world. It was all kids play. I wish children still played like that.

Anyhow, this one particular night, I felt it in my gut, deep down inside, WE SHOULD NOT BE HERE, I SHOULD NOT JUMP THAT WALL. Shrugs & jumps the wall along with the others. Budup-BRAF-crunch. I fell in a twisted bundle and let out a little “ouch.” T hough I was in immense pain, I refused to let the guys see it. I hopped around for a few weeks after and made up some lie for Mummy (which to this day I can’t remember) to cover up our midnight stunt. the voice told me I should let Mummy know something was wrong, yet again, I didn’t listen.

To date, I’ve had TWO total hip replacement surgeries. According to my Orthopedic Surgeon, this was the result of a very old injury, years old, that was left unattended.  Yep, I had fallen on my left side, the side where I now boast my war scar. It also didn’t help that I chose jumping around (singing  in Soca bands) on stage for  a career.

The man part now, allyuh know it had to have one, or a couple, or a few. LOL  My first serious bf: I thought I had met the man of my dreams (yeah  was at the knight in shining armor stage too, come on, which straight woman hasn’t been there?) He was 27, attentive, showered my with presents (which I had to give away before (Norma Cordner frank -Mummy found out about them…and I WAS 21!). He took me to places I’d never been before, literally (stop it oh you with the mind of the gutter-lol), he was my coming out guy, showed me how a woman should be treated. But though I tried hard hard to fall-in-love, I didn’t, something always bugged me about him. But what was it? He was everything a girl could ask for (on paper). Turns out a girl had already asked for and gotten  him (on paper). He was married. I’m not proud of that part of my life, but in my defence, he tricked the naive little Santa Cruz girl, all because she wouldn’t / didn’t listen to the voice. Ladies I’m sharing so you wont make the same mistake, hope it’s not too late. LISTEN TO THE VOICE!

When I lived in london, I was so good at working with the children at a mental hospital (one of the many jobs that I held down) that management was very interested in applying  for me to become a resident,  get my training, then work for them exclusively (of course for a period of time). That was mad kudos to me, and my work ethics! My mum a nurse, would have been happy that I was following in her foosteps. I dared not tell her cause fighting off one voice (the instinct) was enough for me.

While in London, I  never let a carnival pass without going  home to sing in a band.  So, I bluntly refused their offer. Even refused to think about it because all the voice was saying to me was take this offer. Run with it, this can open up so many more doors. Singer ghul said nope, I’m going home. Flatly turned it down, went home to sing.

Here’s the deal. I would have become a  registered pshyciatric nurse, which could have led  to one of my other dreams, becoming an Embalmer. Well not directly, but I would have been a lot closer to it than I am now.

Side note:Where in heaven I’m I gonna find that money for mortuary school now? Is that gate approved?

My career choices as a child and still are, in this order> Entertainer, Journalist, Embalmer, and something along the lines of CSR.

Back to my story, I would have been a psychiatric nurse or Psychiatrist. I would also not need ish to travel to most countries  *giggles*.  I could have been a huge actress or journalist on the BBC , the  next SIR TREVOR MCDONALD *giggles again*-you know what I mean. I would have been pounding it instead of fighting with faith for the TT dollars. However, don’t get me wrong. I love what I do, I wont change it for all the pounds in London, so despite all the coulda, shuda, wuda, all I’m saying is, if I had listened to the voice, I would have taken my steps differently. Don’t worry even I smell contradiction with my last sentence.

Yet another “man story” (Ladies WE DO have a few of those ent?) I have never had the slightest wish to be married. I really don’t want to get into my reasons now. All I will reveal is I just prefer a serious commitment to a piece of paper and some rings. (I’m hearing my Christian mother groan  again).Then, I met this guy , at the car wash (I just had to include that, cause it’s still damn funny to me), and over time, he and my family came down on me hard-TO MARRY! Yikes!

Again, another great on paper guy, he fitted my “list” down to the last dot! Spiritual, sociable (well he was kinda), educated, ambitious, supportive, caring, laughed at my jokes even when they wont funny. I even got some extras cause brother was FIONE to look at, could dress, and a real classy act, or so I thought, instead, turns out he was an a** act. *Braying now*. Something didn’t  feel right, I put it to the back of my mind, for a while.  My family all loved him, practically proposed to me for him. When I discussed my uneasiness with Mummy, the Godly lady told me some Anansi (fable) story about how in the old days or different cultures some women don’t even meet their husbands till the day of the wedding (arranged marriages) ra ra ra.

Mummy you know I love you but you sorta, kinda forced him on me, don’t deny it. “Knycky time to settle down, yuh want to die alone?”  Now, I shout IF BEING WITH HIM WAS THE ONLY OTHER OPTION THEN YES! LOL. (Funny how I can laugh about that period in my life now). Anyhow I listened to the voice, if I was gonna make an important change of mind, take such a step, I needed it to be the right one. I listened to the voice of God, then shut him out, said yes to the guy, wore the wrong ring, but  conveniently forgot it at home on many occasions. I was not proud of that ring, any ring on that finger, ewww. We had some quarrels concerning that, yup. My instinct kept nagging  me because my God didn’t want me in that situation at all at all. I just KNEW that guy wasn’t right for me. But I stayed in the relationship. I questioned myself and my girls. “Why am I not feeling overjoyed?” Hear me out, I loved him, I eventually grew to. But I swear it was like loving my brother Garvin. I felt no passion towards this guy.

My girls and I have this question we toss around, Love, trust, passion, if you could only choose  two, which two would you choose? Passion was one of my choices. I need to feel it. I’m passionate about everything I do, my cleaning, my work, life. So when I didn’t feel it with this guy, I just KNEW my instinct (God) was saying it was wrong. Long story short: The guy was with ANOTHER WOMAN for the duration of OUR relationship, even when we eventually moved in TOGETHER! Later found out, he had also proposed to her, later found out they were having a baby. Whew, I missed that bullet cause that’s the one thing he didn’t get me to budge on. Though I wasn’t “in love” with him, it still hurt.  I was embarrassed, humiliated and a little traumatized because it happened while I was dealing with my health issues so i wasn’t at my strongest. Over long blog story short. PEOPLE LISTEN TO THE INNER VOICE!!! God loves us and wont lie to us, wont lead us astray.

Even as I’m  writing this, so many memories are flooding my mind, many about the times I didn’t listen to God and the outcome.

Listen, if it quacks like a duck…IS A DAMN DUCK! (Even when everyone is saying is a poodle). Let your instinct be your guide.

If it smells dirty…IT’S DIRTY (even when it looking lily white)

Curry as I know it is yellow so doh geh meh dat blue ting a tell meh IS CURRY! My God not blind. LOL

Doh p** on meh and tell meh IT RAINING!

I’ve learnt to listen. I’m still listening. Sometimes, it takes a little while for me to make the necessary adjustments, but I know that THEY WILL BE MADE. I FIGHT WITH FAITH!

My God don’t make fools so I AIN’T A FOOL!

Please allyuh just listen. How dey does say it? Let your conscience be your guide

Blessings and miracles,

Knyxx…





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