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Time to let the whole world hear MY song! (me!) ~tops #warriors #tooshort #christianizedlyrics @tooshort @writeousmom

 original post aug 27, 2020 [also, a very fun CH, but presented in a way you don't even have to click..  -because what i wouldnt give to meet...]  and p.s.   "WAY TO GO WARRIORS!!"  -you are so exciting to watch!

with love, for Too Short (todd anthony shaw!) from (me!) 

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 7:41 AM 0 comments

with love, for Too Short (todd anthony shaw!) from (me!) Sandra, tvgp

 

-Blow the Whistle

Lyrics “Christianized” by (me!) Sandra Harrison Kay, AKA: WriteousMom

Backstory:  we love this song!  If a live band starts to play this song at a dance club.. my sexy would immediately give up his place as the next person in line for our cocktails,  grab my hand, and we hit the dance floor

 

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It is on my commercial free shuffled playlist for our workouts, so I hear it often; love to watch how my sexy lights up when it comes on..

But me, I’m not so comfortable with the lyrics..   and, so..  I have been divinely inspired to, with love, truth & humor, Christianize them.   And.. in prayer, I said to Jesus with a smile, I said,

 

  -I want it so that even Too Short himself would be moved & get to laughing “Thank You Jesus!”   amen.

 

***   if i had the means/resources i would have a music video made, but i can write now.. do this:

   [video images of (me!) typing blog posts/excerpts from posts/stats]

I go on and on

Can’t understand how I write so long

I must have super-powers

Write 40+ years and 10,000 hours

Get a calculator, do the math

Wrote 5000 posts to help you save your ass

       [me/sexy dancing; post c/ups’; songs/laughter]

And! For the last three hundred months

I’ve made thousands of posts with (me!) on the front  -fist bump

Where you get your beats?

I heard ninety three people say a Christian like (me!)

Two singers and ten comedians

And I’m still gon’ post it every time you see (me!) in

Hmm, What’s a different word?  

   [failing to reach area in lower mid back to scratch it/grab wooden back scratcher/reach successfully]

Itch

Why my arm gotta be too short

Itch!

You know you can’t play on my court

Can’t hang with my Jesus posts

Pray on the porch

 

Blow The Whistle x4

                           [video images of speeches/JM, TDJakes, JO, Southgate YB, BA Degree, Bible, in prayer]

Where you get that from?

Grab the mic, post one, let me say it blunt:

Joyce Meyer, TD Jakes & that Joel Osteen

Keep preachin’ that bible til’ you too-B-lieve

President, that’s Southgate Baby

B.A.  -that’s Hayward Baby

Pit to Palace -that’s Jesus Baby

Ain’t nothin’ but prayer these days -SHE

 

                     [c/u gun to head; c/u paralyzed w/fear; c/u praying]

My fragile mind got locked up

 Cocked gun to my head, that fa-luck't me up

Change my luck, yes,  -I had to pray

Jesus showed up  & he lit the way

 

                [bible, prayer, victory stance, dance club, Hayward pix, fake id]

Do you really wanna be like (me!)?

Conquer the world -know vic-tor-Y

Hayward girl, now VIP

Danced in the clubs with a fake ID

 

Blow The Whistle x4

                  [swish numb ritual]

My mind was gone

My brain was blazed

I was Terrorized for countless days

Swishin’ junk

went numb for real

Couldn’t stop.. just kept rollin’ down hill

Swish & spit, get more, sit back

Stay numb as you can  -you can’t handle all that

Man, I’ve been healed so long

Time to let the whole world hear my song

                     [books, mags, journals, website(s), appearances]

Like (me!) my words get around

Leave the country, come back and hit the town

I’m in mags, and books, and time will tell

On walls, on stage, saw Dave Chappelle, about this scratch; itch!

Learned it from (me!)

At least fifty million dollars

-should be comin’ to (me!)

                                    [remember them.org monument in Oakland]

But I’m pray-z and you wanna be like (me!)

Remember Them in Oakland and then ya get type-ing

 

Blow it!

 

Blow your whistle..

 

“itch!”

 

Writeous..

All my life baby

Blog post 4,915

Y’all can’t read all that…

 

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 3:48 PM 0 comments

GOD IS GREAT, LIFE IS GOOD PART TWO by (me!) sandra, tvgp

original post date (?)  -2009.

a gorgeous day!

walk to the farmer's market for my fresh flowers, + hug and quick visit

orange juice, banana nut bread on the patio at rising loafer.. where i met the owner mary, for the first time.. i've seen her/talked with her.. have been going to the rising loafer every now and then for several years in fact.. but only yesterday learned mary is the owner

and she is quick to give credit for rising loafers success to her long time employees..

i do think they must have the lowest employee turn over on main street, and i enjoy seeing these familiar faces, month after month, year after year. always great service; great food

plus I LOVE anywhere i can sit and eat outdoors. -at my table for two on the sidewalk/patio, one chair was occupied by my 3 bouquets of fresh flowers, which meant raymond had to sit on my lap

raymond is my new true love. he makes me think AND laugh, which caused me to draw a heart shape next to his name in the book i'm reading

oh! he made me laugh so hard telling his cathedral story.. honestly.. couldn't stop laughing to finish the story; had to take three long breaks

but he can spin a tear-jerker too, and with equal skill

i found myself -not near tears- but in tears, at the rising loafer. such a beautiful day.. wonderful morning.. sunshine, fresh flowers, fresh orange juice, families filling the sidewalks with strollers, dogs, children, shopping bags from the farmer's market, to-go containers from the local eateries

and there i am falling all to pieces. stuck in the hospital waiting room with howard and ann, waiting for dr. francis.. our 8 year old son in a coma.. maybe. or maybe not.. we don't know yet

i realize i should not be crying on such a lovely day. it's only a story... it's only a story

and so i close the book and day dream some. watch the passersby.. nibble on my banana nut bread

damn you raymond carver! open the book and keep reading

feel i'm being watched from afar. notice in my peripheral vision that some feet, some legs.. they have not passed my table by, but have come to a complete stop

i look up to see bernie berke (my former flute teacher. twosguys.com) and his wife linda -always a pleasant surprise, and i'm so relieved to have this chance to close the book and visit

learn linda loves the short stories too.. so i share more about the book i'm reading.. show her the table of contents and LOVE how many authors/stories she knows and can recommend

i glance at my hand-scribbled notes next to the names in the contents section.. the hearts.. the stars.. and then ..


i flipped quickly to page vi, vii. -where she sang the praises of shirley jackson, franz kafka, herman melville. and page viii, where she sang the praises of isaac singer, and we were triggered to talk in more detail about joyce carol oats

and here is my confession about joyce carol oats: i devour her televised interviews. i devoured her journals. -but have not read her novels. and hers is THE ONLY story in this book, the art of short stories, that i leaped ahead to read. but wished i didn't.

anyway.. while linda and i were chit-chattin' about authors/short stories, bernie went and visited with friends at casa madrid, where he performs on friday nights -AND- he snuck back to the farmer's market around the corner

set down a big basket of fresh strawberries on my table before leaving. -and.. save the date/join me because i'm really looking foward to seeing him/claude perform may 7th at studio 7 art gallery on the corner of main & w. angela

THANKS BERNIE! THANKS LINDA! -great seeing you as always

and THANK YOU DANA GIOIA/R.S. GWYNN!

this book is a dream come true for someone like me.. because a) i love biography b) i love short stories c) i love discussing the craft of writing d) i love learning about other cultures/places/people in the world

here it is! all in one book.. organized/edited.. wonderful. -and as linda also pointed out, when i told her about how this book contained all those elements

"we had to search forever to find that kind of information about authors before.. you had to go to the library and research if you wanted to know more about the authors of your favorite stories.."

AND I ALWAYS WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE AUTHORS OF MY FAVORITE STORIES -don't you?

so, very nice to meet you raymond carver..

next stop was alexander's fine art gallery a little further down main street, to congratulate and celebrate with gary winter & other local artists and art-appreciater friends

it seems a year or two ago, gary pulled a napkin from his pocket.. told me about his upcoming idea.. showed me the draft for "SNgear"

the story behind "get your S.N. gear" /how to motivate without really cussin'

and now here he is with a whole, beautiful, creative, inspiring line of SNgear products, "to motivate & inspire. a lifestyle brand company with a concise rule of conduct, "put it in gear"

t-shirts; coffee mugs; paintings; music; jewelry. i've eye-witnessed his idea grow from paper napkin to popular product. -and the people he's inspired in the process!

claudett mcdermott got her SNgear.. and was invited/sparked/inspired to create a line of jewelry. darling/charming earrings, keychains and necklaces with beads and gear-looking embellishments... (will post picture soon of my purchase & gary/claudette)

michael dean got his SNgear.. and was invited/sparked/inspired to write & record a SNgear song.. "it's wonderful!" -i listened to it myself during gary's reception. -and learned how the invitation from gary winter to write this song, inspired michael also to finally record some other songs that have been in waiting for some too long of time..

and there are more, others.. creative people getting their SNgear thank you to gary winter

i just looked around and couldn't stop smiling.

noting how none of the products on the table -none of the t-shirts, paintings, coffee mugs, jewelry, music, etc.. existed this time last year. how each and every item manifested as a direct result of one man honoring his inspired idea, acting on it; inviting others to do the same

he walks what he talks, gary winter. got his own SNgear and is leading by example

and i note again:

everything that exists was first a thought.

think good thoughts. then get your SNgear...

****

posted by SHE @ 9:26 AM 6 comments

PRINCESS OF THE ROCKBIBLE RUMMAGE SALE (me!) sandra, tvgp

i knew the write thing to do. it involved taking my niece to the farmer's market
-get her out of the house, give my sister, dealing with arm pain from a herniated disk, a little break

but, "God," i said. "know how much physical energy i have? i know you do.

ZERO!

and psychological energy... less than that.

i'm wiped out! i've got a big fat nothin' to give"

and sometimes, i hear back, but i didn't.

what did happen,

is that i got myself up out of the open coffin position i was stuck in on my bed, got myself cleaned up enough to appear in public

and brought my niece to the farmer's market..

only, we got distracted by a clown on the way...

short story, shorter: that clown was holding a sign, directing (or should i say, re~directing) us to a rummage sale going on at rockbible church


next thing you know, my niece has i~spied a friend from school, and made friends with a couple others.. they all found a double-stroller from the rummage sale, to keep them entertained, and some giant empty cardboard boxes, to play house and school in on the lawn

and i spied a friend too.. doug linman.. "i'm so tired today," i said, "just need a place i can sit down"

and that doug linman.. who apparently arrived before 6 a.m. to help set up the giant rummage sale, and was busy helping any variety of vendors and customers -he still took the time to find me an old rolling office chair to sit in..

plopped myself in with the weight of the world on my shoulders

"God," i said, "thank you."

had a place to sit where i could watch my niece play at the same time...

then, -scott, i believe his name is, and who i would later find out is the pastor of rockbible... he smiled at me, as he walked by, said, "you sure look comfortable. anything else we can bring you?" he was being funny, but i said, "as a matter of fact.. sure could use a place to put my feet up"

next thing you know, i have a cardboard box to rest my short legs on

heaven.

i just made myself so comfortable.. sittin' in the middle of rummage sale.. any number of people walking by, shopping, visiting...

just about everyone who passed me by gave me a smile, and some comment about looking really relaxed..

princess of the rockbible rummage sale

i noticed a beautiful crystal glass on the table next to me.. had a tiny chip in it, but i decided as the now official princess of the rockbible rummage sale, i should not be drinkin' my water out of a mere plastic bottle, now should i?

so i poured my water in the crystal glass. -so there i was, checkin' in on my niece every few mintues, while i relaxed on my thrown, feet propped up, sippin' filtered water from this beautiful crystal glass

and there happen to be a fireplace screen next to me also..

and silk flowers

and it was a beautiful, sun-shiny day.

then i heard, "you work at ruby hill don't you" -and i smiled, said yes.. and all of me wanted to visit, and all of me wanted to explain i wasn't lazy; this was not my usual self

but i realized in advance it would take too long and too much energy to explain my lack of energy, and so i just smiled and talked a little bit. i offered no explanation for my lethargy outside of, i'm tired today, and i knew to just relish and go along with the princess status comments

and i knew to thank God

'cuz, it's been said before, and is worth saying again

if you'll do what you can do, God will do what you can't do.


truth is, i did not have one ounce of energy of my own.. but i somehow got up and got out of bed. and normally, my niece, who requires a tad bit more time/energy than the average almost 8 year old does

normally, i would have been holding her hand, walking her from booth to booth, getting a little bit more involved in conversations with friends, and strangers too, for that matter. but it took all my energy to just sit there and be a good sport

but look closer at how that worked out

i did what i could do; show up


and God did what i could not, and did not have any plan to do: providing my niece some friends to play with

-relieving me of the time/attention she would normally require, deserve and demand

and God provided me a place to rest

in style.

Thank You Jesus!

"hallelujah! & amen!"



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i'll be moving soon. God has further blessed me, through friends, with a beautiful room to rent, from a beautiful person, and in a beautiful part of town -community pool/hot tub included -and safe, comfortable accomadations for my children. the room is twice the size of the one i've been living in for 2+ years, and has a window at eye level

but just about everytime i think or say or hear the word -move

i fall all apart

in fact, i'm going upstairs write now to cry for a while.

posted by SHE @ 9:15 AM 2 comments

Poetry in Progress by (me!) ~topps, sandra, writeousmom

 -sometimes poems arrive to me fully formed

-others just a few words..  i work out the rest

-still others, a begining, and ending, one or both, i fill the rest in

and sometimes, just the idea of...  i work out the whole thing

-sometimes they rhyme; sometimes they don't; sometimes they are hybrids

-some are short, some medium, some epic..

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sometimes i have time, immediately to work the poem out to completion

sometimes, i don't.

sometimes, it arrives in small pieces, over a long time; sometimes pieces throughout a week; or a day

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all of that to say:  i have 2 poems currently in progress and i do not know when the windows of time will appear for me to complete them;  so, i am sharing process here:

1.   zero poem  (that is to be the title)  it is a play on words to be sure

of course it does not mean,  -zero, as in no praying..  rather, it IS an actual prayer i pray to Jesus, where i say, "return me to zero Jesus"    -this is a short cut communication, Jesus already knowing what it means

   what does it mean?  it means i recognize at certain times in my life; in my youth; i had zero concerns about this or that..     i had zero concerns because i had not yet been exposed to the potential of something going very wrong..

i.e.,  zero concerns about accidents; zero concerns about getting too little sleep; zero concerns about drownings; zero concerns regarding the faithfulness of friends; zero concerns about... [fill in the blank]

now, at near 60 years old; of course i have had through actual life experience; through other people's very real testimonies; through movies; through books; through radio; through non and fiction

and these 'going very wrong' sides reveal themselves; accumulate decade by decade;  i mean, can any product from food, to furniture, to gifts be purchased that does not have a warning label of one kind or another.  

 i pause to remember..  wow! at one point i was free from all these concerns..      what a glorious freedom we might not even realize we are enjoying!  and of course,  

we learn from; we learn to avoid this; take precautions here; keep your antennas up over here; take safety classes; due diligence..   we don't deny; we don't ignore; we walk hand in hand with risk factors 

and i lean on..   don't worry about anything; pray about everything

this is my practice.  and it takes a lot of practice.  but my short cut prayer, i say, 'return me to zero Jesus!'    on the inside; how i feel inside

when i didnt even know i needed to worry about..     and it turned out that i didn't.

and i do actually get to re-experience that level of peace sometimes;  -imagine that.

but this time around i am conscious of it. 

selah!  hallelujah & amen.

******

the other poem in progress, had to do with having the light returned to my eyes..  i said that to my children long ago..  "when you two are in college, i'm going to work for former President Jimmy Carter,  -help with human trafficking, and help return the light into the victims eyes

-this never manifested

however, i am aware of how evil steals the light; and how God can restore it

God placed it on my heart, that the light in my eyes..  that has been restored in my eyes

Son beams.    and now that is how i look at others, the lens with which i look through..

so if i am looking at you, you are receiving the love, light, warmth, of Son beams..

and the heat too..

i can see with the ability to burn write through..   to scorch..

and this poem contains those ideas in essence.

****

zero prayer * son beams     these are 2 poems in progress; brewing inside me now..

with no idea when they will be completed.

"cheers!" to the brewing process..     amen.  

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 9:30 AM 0 comments

THAT DANCE STUDIO by (me!) sandra, tvgp

named because, I had a conversation with an adult at barone's music under the stars..  said person was self-conscious about how they danced, and so remained sitting...

I ache inside when I see self-consciousness preventing people from having fun..   life is too short!

I said with a smile, I said,  "it's now how you move..  it's that you move.."    and filled the person's mind with images of people who would love to dance if they could...   but injuries, or illness, or immobility in form or another prevents...

so when you can...     you should.    but isn't that a lesson on how powerful self-consciousness is..   that it becomes your mind.. your way of thinking that prevents an otherwise perfectly physically  capable body from experiencing the benefits and joy of movement..

I could on and on,

and I will,

when time allows, but for now..

"I have another dream!"        my dancing days are far from over!    you know, do you? that I began dancing at Terry Eastwood's dance studio in Hayward, California..  had the Eastwood family as neighbors...  

and then when my parents divorced, the cost of dance prevented me from continuing classes..

cry, cry, cry..

and then, I taught, as a teenager, dance classes at Anne's Dance Studio, in San Leandro..   short lived,

and then, I co-created Movers & Shakers Dance class, with Kate Barton, and taught creative story telling dance to children out of Pam's Dance Studio in Pleasanton...    -great time!

and,

now..   to understand my next ambition

1) picture a masterpiece painting with great detail..  

2)  now picture, just the colors used in the masterpiece painting, just swirling near each other; something that can be accomplished by a child, low skill level, but the colors look beautiful next to each other...

that is my point!   even if you can't dance like eva igo...    

it is true, that when a group of people move together in unison...   even if they are not doing something at the master level..

it just looks cool to see people moving to music...    together. in sync..


and so,

now I want to conclude my dance teaching career, by opening, THAT dance studio..   where seniors come and enjoy some wine, beer, appetizers..

and we move to music together..  

and it's exercise, and it's FUN!  and it gets people moving...


move if you can.    dance!      performance free...

/by that I mean, not THAT our performances will be free to the public, but rather, there will be no public performances of the dances we create.  we just have fun amongst ourselves.    removing that pressure, adds to the joy!


In Jesus is my eternal dance partner's  -name,    amen!

posted by SHE @ 9:30 AM 0 comments

"911! Scissors! It's an emergency!" cries (me!) ~tops

 

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 8:23 AM 0 comments

BALD MEN by (me!) Sandra, tvgp

Yes.. And so I cut my hair real short..  Only what a hack job I did with a pair of old, dull scissors. So I went to a professional and had it repaired...

I feel so naked.  Liberated and naked.  That's a dangerous combination isn't it.

Anyway.. Every single time I see another woman with a super short hair cut, I stare at her for moment... 

As most of them are strangers to me; passersby..  And I have nothing to compare them to.. No before/after reference..

Seems like theyve had short hair all along...

But I know this is not the case.

And so I just wondered to myself if aging men go through this too..

When they finally decide to cut their hair super short.. Or just go ahead and go bald..

Do they feel naked? Liberated? Do they notice write away.. Every other bald man..?

I'm filing this under..  Moving Write Along.

posted by SHE @ 10:16 AM 0 comments

high, HIGH, recommend! "encore!" by ~topps

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 10:44 AM 0 comments

No stranger to financial hardships, that's for sure -shares (me!) ~topps

 oh, honey..  i know about financial hardships!  i will just skip to a memory that captures my experience:

i am divorced, two children, and spousal support was terminated  (2009 represents hardest time)

i am renting a room, working three jobs..    hourly wage does not even come close to taking care of living expenses

i have to save!   -save for who knows how long to take both of my young children to the movies

so excited to offer this when a movie comes out at theaters that all the kids want to see  (and all of their friends had already seen) 

hiding my struggles from my children, not wanting them to experience my stress..

so i say to them..   "i want to take you two to the movies!"   -all proud and excited..

and then they look at me, so happy..   "can i bring my friend too..."

and i could feel in that moment..  my entire insides collapse.  i only had enough money to get just us 3 tickets, and had pre-purchased $1/each candy from courtyard marriott because the price of treats at the movies was out my reach

but i could not let them know

"well, 

ummmm,  ok.. let me think about this for a minute..   

....,  i wonder...    do you think it would be okay, well, if i pick them up..   i can pick them up and drive them and bring them home...

but, they're going to have to buy their own ticket okay... "      i had to make certain in advance that i would not end up at the box office window for tickets, and then tell the kids 'sorry, i cant get you in'

****

my memories of not being able to provide.. not being able to keep up;  my memories of working so, so hard just to rent a room, but share that room with boxes, because i could not afford both a room for rent and storage at the same time.

these memories are still fresh, and still make me cry..

   -some make me laugh too..

like, 

my thursday nights at barones, music under the stars..   the very thing that help me keep my sanity.. live music, outdoors, fresh air, i love to dance!  i was surrounded by 100's of slightly intoxicated happy dancing people; a wonderful vibe..   gave me strength for the days and week ahead; refueled me.

i suppose people might not guess, -watching me smile, dance, enjoy pride n' joy live.. or entourage..  some of the best bands the bay area has to offer..

i suppose no one would have guessed or imagined, 

but, 

they have a cover charge.  it has changed over the years, but, i think it was $10 at the time, 

and i will not forget, how one day..

i went to the ATM machine..

and for those of you who have never had financial struggles, you would never think much about this, 

but with ATM bank machines, the lowest amount you can take out

$20.

i did not even have $20

so i walked inside U.S. Bank, on main street in Pleasanton, and stood in line to see Cynthia

-she knew me..  my sister, our families, our ex-spouses, our bios.. 

and she knew our financial situation

but she didn't seem judgmental; she seem to understand

"well, guess what..   i can't even use my card.. i think i have $12 though..  and i need it for the barones cover...    -wipe me out to zero!   i want it all...  "

   -danced the night away..   (wow! im still so grateful to all the dance circle friends..  motown..)

and locked eyes with Cynthia a few times from across the dance floor.  She was there too!  We could exchange smiles and winks..

and for those of you who have never experienced anything like this..

many of us have.

that's why this song became as popular as it did (as it is).   not only does it have an awesome dance beat

but it is a kind of anthem.     "...knew my rent was gon' be late about a week ago, i worked my ass off, but i still can't pay it though... but i got just enough, to get up in this club, have me a good time, before my time is up   hey! let's get it now.."

"Thank You!" for writing it.  -still a favorite

And fast-forward several years..

It is on the dance floor at barones where I met Robert,  my sexy..     and i was renting a room at the time..   and my hair was short, and all white/gray, i had let it go natural for several reasons, but one of them was financial  

that's why i love this song too   "they say that time takes a toll on a body, makes a young girl's brown hair turn gray, but, honey, i don't care, i ain't in love with your hair, and if it all fell out, i'd love you 

anyway.."  we have many conversations, my sexy and i, many conversations.. trying to figure out the how/when/what/why's of this cost of living/wage gap/inflation/homelessness

                do you think.. when credit cards..  loans..  

and everyone could live outside of their means..?

no one..   no one on either political side, of any faith..  no one can stand it when they know people who are capable of working, do not work, and accept handouts.

but, we have a large population not looking for handouts..  hard working people!  willing to work people!  multiple jobs people!      -still can't keep food on the table, or gas in their cars..

everyone sees the extremes happening..  the way rich.. the way poor..     at first slowly..  but, like technology itself, it is happening faster and faster..

stepping over the sick and poor; to open the mansion door..

and, i remember learning, long ago..  about how unique the united states was for creating a middle class..

and, i just know we can do better!   but when i consider these tiny homes..

and i just know! the problem is economic..    

and i just know! that if we don't address the problem from an economic/fiscal standpoint..

then, 

a decade from now..    the united states will not be unique at all.   and it will go on record for destroying the middle class, and creating a tiny class

    -how can the absolute most amount of people thrive..  without exceeding resource/infrastructure tipping points       -under what 'ism'?

it is not 'capitalism, socialism, marxism, communism..

we need a brand new 'ism' for our times.

   Calling out to Jesus..   the chain-breaker, the pain-taker, the way-maker!   hallelujah & amen. 

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 9:29 AM 0 comments

REMOVE SAN JOSE'S Sanctuary City Status pleads (the wilsons! & the micks!) among many others

We do LOVE the WILSON'S!  united in this good fight of faith..   and tom mention's in letter below, 'go back to enjoying retirement'

the micks & the wilson's are retired; and we do enjoy being retired..  however, we also recognize, having lived it..   when you are working full time, raising children, volunteering, taking care of family.. children's activities, homework, sports, appointments, keeping a house, grocery shopping, cooking.. cleaning..   day to day life for the HTLC Community..  [Hard Working, Tax Paying, Law Abiding, Contributors]

you are too busy doing the right things to fight this fight,

too busy doing the right things to show up for weekday, mid day meeting

too busy doing the right things to show up at night, sit hour upon hour waiting to speak for 60 seconds, where no one on council is required to answer or respond or even listen to your comments or questions

you are too busy doing the right things  and we "Thank You!"

 but the san jose city council members, and santa clara county supervisors, and calif governor,  have taken great advantage of that truth.   they know you are too busy, and are steam-rolling you behind your busy, righteous, upstanding HTLC backs.. 

so, we do, also feel  'blessed to be a blessing'   that is, we are retired, and we can devote a certain amount of time to fighting on your behalf

we did this during NOTonNOBLE  -but that did take a toll..  that was 24/7, non stop, all consuming..

so we are also careful to balance this out..   to help; but not let this consume our lives; or tax and compromise our health, as the NOTonNOBLE fight did

in this regard  -we are so grateful to see OTHER PEOPLE SPEAKING OUT.. adding to the numbers; the voices, the effort..     anyone who can help; please do! 

  -from Tom

 BNF's (Best Neighbors Forever),

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 11:05 AM 0 comments