Spoiled Kids

Everybody who meets or knows my daughter says she is spoiled. Even her Daddy thinks shes spoiled, me on the other hand I think she's just the way I want her to be. Is it because I'm spoiled? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but don't ask my husband because he will say that I am spoiled also.

What makes a kid spoiled, hmmmm is it because she has a lot of toys, or is it because she has a lot of clothes and shoes, is it because she can be selfish with her stuff, (but in her defense most women are selfish with their stuff). Is it because she cries when she doesn't get her way, (in her defense again, girls and sometimes women cry, or at least pout when they don't get their way). Could it be because I keep taking up for her. (maybe but whatever). I mean what is spoiled anyways? It's not like she gets every thing she wants, just most things she wants, and she is the baby of the house, and she's my baby damnit! If I want to spoil her ( I really mean me and her daddy) why should it be anybody else's business!!!..OK I'm calm...

She is the smartest kid in her class, that came from her teacher, she is not disrespectful at all, she gets spankings if she is out of line, she is sensitive to other people's feelings, (yeah she didn't get that from her mom). She says please and thank you, She follows direction, most of the time (and in her defense again, what kid really follows directions well) and she is the cutest thing you've ever seen.

SEE LOOK!!!

now she got that from her mom, hold on or does she look like her dad? Either way she is the cutest!

So why does it even matter is she's spoiled?

Are your kids spoiled?

Mr. err President Obama!

Last night my husband and I was watching the local news. The story way about people calling the President, Mr. Obama and not President Obama. It hadn't really dawned on me until I heard them say it. I mean I always call hin President, that is who he is, right or wrong?

So why are people calling him Mr. Obama, is it lack of respect. What about the people who neglect to say Mr. or President and just say Obama. This is what really bothers me, people still refer to Bush as President, and even Clinton, and he hasn't been in office for 8 yrs. Even older Presidents gets the respect of the title, like Carter, Regan even Nixon and he was impeached. So what does President Obama have to do to get the respect that he deserves?

Think about it, we call teachers Mr. So in so (or Mrs. So in So). We even call friends Mr. So in So (or Mrs.) at least I do, and sometimes strangers. So why is the President getting the same level of respect that we give, friends and strangers. He's definitely not your friend, (because if you were that close to the first family, you might not be reading this little ole blog).

What is your take on this, is it disrespectful to call him Mr. Obama and not President Obama?

The Chemo Class

Apparently before you can have Chemotherapy treatments, you have to take a Chemo Class. Sounds reasonable right?

Well to start out my husband and I were the only people in the class, with the teacher Cheryl. Sounds cool right? (Did I mention, My husband is wonderful)

Well it was, kinda ...... cause Cheryl acted like she was scared or something, I mean she got the info across. We talked about everything, I mean everything, from what to eat, weight issues, hair loss, SEX, nausea, constipation, diarrhea, and any other side effect that may or may not occur. Over all it was very informative even though it took 2 hours, but I'm not complaining.

However I am a little scared, but I'm more scared not to take it, and Tuesday is the BIG DAY! So on Tuesday I am going to walk in there Fabulous as ever (those who know me, already knew that) with I'm a Survivor by Beyonce' nem playing in my head, receive my Chemo knowing that God is taking care of me!


Fine, Fabulous, Fierce, and Fighting.
Ms Miko


P.S. Men and Women please go and get checked, Cancer knows no age, race, or sex!

Some Things should not be Abbreviated

I'm at work today, you know working, I mean that is what they pay me for. Then I get this email pop-up at the bottom of my computer screen from the Human Resources Dept. It reads "Request INC000002516609 generated: STD - Tamiko Edwards‏". I'm like WTF, who generated a damn STD, and why is it for ME! And who would tell Human Resources about it. So at this point I have a puzzled look on my face. My work neighbor asks "What's wrong". I'm like these people tripping, I ain't got not damn STD so now he confused. I continue reading and then I start laughing, because STD stands for Short term Disability. Now why in the hell couldn't they just write that out! I mean really when it was typed out, nobody thought to say, "Um maybe we shouldn't abbreviated that"!

Pictures of My heart

Well I was back at the Dr. today to have a Muga Scan, to test my heart to make sure it's strong enough for Chemo. It was a pretty painless process, even though I was hooked up like you were jumping a car battery . Then I had to lay on the table for 10 mins while this big ole machine took a picture of my heart, well 2 pictures so it was a total of 20 mins. Now my question is how can a cell phone take pics in half a second, and with all the technology we have it takes 10mins to take 1 pic of 1 heart? Did I fail to mention they put radiation in my body, for the second time this week. (yeah when I took the Pet Scan I had some radiation injected then too) but this time it was different. They took my blood, mixed it with the radiation and then injected it back in. Yeah you read it right, they injected it back in. I was like "Is this safe", the Lab Tech said "Oh we do this all the time". So I asked "will I have super powers", he said "prob not". Little did he know I already had some this week (he he). So yall know I tried to move something with my hand, yeah I know one to many superhero movies. So sadly he was right, and I was kinda bummed out, I mean I would have used my powers for good!

Easter Sunday

This is a 2 part post....



Part One

How was you Easter? Mine was fine. We went to church, along with Everybody else in Minnesota (but that's part two of the post). My Pastor did his thang as usual. Our church is Shiloh Missionary Baptist Church, where the Rev. Steven Daniels Jr. is the Pastor. (my church plug)....So my daughter and my niece looked precious. Their Easter baskets were homemade, so that means they had way to much junk in them, definitely would have save money if we bought them, but anyways. So my question is, do we really know what the meaning of Easter is? I'm not sure I know that meaning, maybe someone can help me out, so I can let my daughter know. Shoot my son is 18 and I don't even know if he knows, but I'm going to ask him. I mean why do we spend all this money on Easter eggs, Easter baskets and new clothes, when Easter is not even about us. Huh?







Well why you ponder on that here are some pics of the kids, My princess is in the Pink.

Part two:

So I'm reading another blog that I read frequently, and she has a post about the people who only come to church on Easter. She said the people who only come to church on Easter should just stay home, apparently she was upset because they sat in her seat, and took all the good spaces in the parking lot. Now I don't know about you, but I thought that was God's house and anybody who wanted to come should come. Don't' get me wrong I make sure I'm on time on Easter for the same reasons, but to tell them to stay home. Come on that ain't even yo house...lol.

I start Chemo on Tuesday!

That's a hell of a way to start a blog, right? Well it's true. I have Breast Cancer! I'm shocked to, well at least I was when I first found out. OK let me back up and kind of fill you in on how I found out.

So about a month or so ago, I started to feel a lump in my breast. My husband kept telling me to get it checked out. Of course I put it off, didn't want to take the time off work and use my PTO (you know how that goes). So on Friday April 3rd I work a half day and went to the Dr. that afternoon. I had a physical and a Pap, the Dr. felt my lump and she sent me to get a mammogram on Tues April 6. (FYI that is some painful shit). Anyways they told me I needed a biopsy, so that happened on Wed April 7. Then I got a call on Thurs April 9 with the results. I had Breast Cancer. So I was back at Dr. on that Friday for about 5 hours or so, do more test and getting more info, and guess what, I've used up all my damn PTO hours anyway. Ok so now I'm overloaded with info about breast cancer, I've talked to so many people in those days, and has read so much....so I took an Easter break. (I will post pics)...

So now we're caught up so yesterday (April 13) I went back to the Dr. to have a PET scan. (it's really called a PET scan). These people put me in a tube so small, all I could do was close my eyes and talk to GOD and myself (no I'm not crazy, at least not yet). And today I was back at the damn Dr. for a MRI, (back in damn tube), and yes I will be back at the Dr. tomorrow. I will keep you posted.


Before I end this post, I will tell you that I am Fine,Fabulous, Fierce, and a Fighter! I refuse to let this defeat me. God has better things in store for me. Somebody once sent me a text (cause no body really says things anymore...lol) that said "Stop waiting for the storm pass and learn to dance in the rain". That's exactly what I plan on doing.

Smooches