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Push It

The Kiddie Pool
The Kiddie Pool








I have to walk away from you now“…Ronnie, coldly and calculatedly threatening a counselor.

I was reading a post in a Nursing Group, when my heart was touched by the struggle of a woman, who had been told she may not be cut out for The Nursing Profession. I get it….I think when the determination of readiness is made, the decision should be OURS, not the strangers who have no idea the trials we’ve been through. I mean, where do certain people get off, telling others, what they may or may not be good in, at or around? Pisses me off. So, I was on the phone with Chamberlin College in California yesterday, apparently, I have to take a personality test, and if I don’t “pass” that test, (that is if my personality doesn’t show Nursing as a choice), I won’t be accepted into the program. Not only does this pigeonhole my talent, but they clearly don’t know me. Refuse my admissions and I’ll put you on so much blast, NASA will ask what’s your secret….Push It….Get up on THIS (LOL). Seriously friends, if you WANT something, you gotta go get it…no one is going to hand it to you, but you’ve heard that from me before.

The Kiddie Pool Counselor violated me three times…..Three Freaking Times and he didn’t even buy me dinner. I usually like a little foreplay before I commit, but okay, it is his house. If you’re just now joining us, my counselor, ya know, the man paid to do his job, let my Math credits slip by…..but I was in his office every month, every damned month, and he let my Math credit expire…..I remember sitting in the chair across from him, after being told I was not eligible to take the TEASE test, and feeling strangely calm on the outside, but shaking on my inside, as my spleen RAGED freely. That’s a dangerous level of crazy right there folks. For months, I endured his passive-aggressive attitude toward me, a NON-TRADITIONAL STUDENT (It means OLD….OLD Effing student)..every time I sat down….He didn’t even look up from his computer when he asked me one day, “Are you really SURE, you want to be a nurse?“….He had to have pictures of the Admin in provocative positions….JERK. So I get it, Little Sister….I swallowed my pride, and endured him…even though he got that relationship twisted…because I wanted to be a Nurse…and so, sitting livid, in his office, I asked him, “How could this have happen?“….”Yes well, Mrs. Philips, your credits, are your responsibility. I can’t help you“….and like that….I was terrified…because I knew if I didn’t get out of his office right then and there, I’d be arrested. “I have to walk away from you now!” I told him and walked out the door.

Another year of Math, another year of hell in the Kiddie Pool….but as I think back to that hell now, I have to kinda, sorta, thank that creep, because he gave me the opportunity to practice my (what would later become) ENDURANCE. I was a changed woman, and I knew I had to help others change too….It was so challenging trying to convince a Little Sister that just because she bombed a test, it didn’t mean she wasn’t cut out for Nursing….so many mean-spirited, trick questions that benefited no one….Life Guards took great pleasure in tricking the babies….SMH. You’d be surprised at the sadistic nature of some of the Life Guards at The Kiddie Pool, but you’d also be surprised to know who really DID have your back the whole time…Push It..….Keep moving forward, never look back, and when you need a rest, take a load off and place it upon those who’ve gone before you…I mean, that’s what we’re here for right? But trust me on the “Walk Away” part. You will never regret counsel that prevents you from being convicted of assault. Take it from me….I might have some experience with that. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Friday.




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You’re Pissing Me Off


I’m going to get TWO Pips

Two Pips?”

Yep, TWO. I’m going to tell them to F*ck off TWICE

I’m a little pissed at The Kiddie Pool, because for reasons known only to them, they’ve chosen to not disclose the 2nd quarter clinical schedule. Actually, it still isn’t official…it’s just speculation, confirmed verbally, by the Director…You’d think it was the nuclear codes to the city….Ya know, it’s hard enough for us, without the Admin throwing obstacles in our path. Truth is, we’re not asking for special consideration…it seems odd that we have to beg to be treated as equals to the other students….I mean, just a chance to be like all the others, who get their class schedule in advance…Imagine not knowing the Statistics class schedule, until arriving at school. You’re Pissing Me Off….Do you guys have some kind of bet on us to fail?

So, sitting in class the other day, a rumor started that the 2nd quarter clinical schedule, in Champaign (30 miles away), is 7a-2p the 1st 4wks, and 2p-8p the 2nd 4wks, and we, the students are the last ones to know about it….let that sink in…. So, it isn’t like we don’t get mind screwed every day….Every freaking day…we work, we study, we stress, we sacrifice (more than a Stats major I can tell you that) and now we get to bend over the proverbial barrel and be screwed in the biblical sense, and we PAID them for that honor…That’s got to be some kind of sin, or illegal, because sex for money is prostitution, and I resent being forced to that level. What’s worse, (worse than prostitution?) is they don’t even have the common decency to tell us what’s happening. “Your Instructor will discuss it with you” they told us…the 1st week of clinical.

THAT’S ENOUGH. First, you pick and chose who does, and does not, have to successfully complete the pre-reqs; which for the record, that’s like making a predetermination into who will and will not be successful in your program. You hire Counselors who failed the interview at Burgers Are Us, you won’t help us with questions about job searches, You expect extreme amounts of fidelity, and adherence to the program, when you yourself aren’t willing to adhere, AND….AND…you sneak in road bombs just to see who doesn’t fall….Asking us to find quality childcare, on a dime, is like watching assholes and elbows explode all over the room..there will be blood and confusion everywhere. All we have ever asked for is to be treated as equals to the other students. To get our schedules in advance, to be offered the same access to programming that others receive, to have Counselors with knowledge in their chosen field. You would think, with all that we’ve overcome, we would not get eaten by our own. Dig? We still don’t have confirmation of the new clinical schedule, and from where I sit, it appears that you, Kiddie Pool, don’t give a frog’s fat ASS about what we go through to pass your program, and your arrogance in assuming that we’re going to credit you one day with our success is slightly Bi-polar. It does seem like I’m paying The Pool quite a bit of money to take it from behind…..shoot, I could get Merrill to do it for less, and it would probably be better….at least I’ll get lubed. The Kiddie Pool needs to get their sh*t together and realize that what they’re doing is not only unethical, but unfair, and asking single parents to just pick up and find ANYONE to watch their children is arrogant and unrealistic. We are trying to better our life, in spite of the mind screw you hand us daily….we don’t need your help…we just need you to do your job…be fair…treat us with the same respect you treat the Shop Majors. Gotta go. Ya know, in the end, The Pool clearly determines who’s successful, and who fails….but in spite of their attempt to trip us up, I…no WE’LL do this together…there’s already talk of kiddie pooling babies to school…. I’ll be nefarious one day, and I’ll tell everyone….EVERYONE that we did it for ourselves…You’re Pissing Me Off…I would think The Pool would not want to do that…Can’t wait to be famous….Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Saturday.

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I Got A Hater


Don’t let the door hit ya, where the good Lord split ya…oh….BTW….KISS MY ASS” Ronnie to 2016….

Started with my #brokenlefthand a surgery that was by far WORSE than they told me it would be. I have a fairly high threshold for pain, ask Merrill, I’ve been with him for 23 years. The surgery saw me helpless, hopeless and frankly, at Merrill’s total mercy. He had to dress me, bath me, feed me, write these posts for me…and just when I though it was over, they found Carpel Tunnel in the left hand, the hand they just cut open…so they have to go back in…before they break my right hand…my dominate hand, my writing hand….my pimp hand….Eff You 2016…..The blessings and curses that IS/WAS my Year In Review. Oh hey, I got a HATER….So that’s a good thing.

My Tenure at The Kiddie Pool ended this summer, with my degree in the mail. It was a long, drawn-out process, that saw me at great odds with many of my very liberal professors. Day in and day out I watched the Little Brothers and Little Sisters struggle under the weight of “teachers” that taught their opinion, in lieu of facts. Poor kids, with the crippling student loans, counselor’s that have pictures, AND the not-being-prepared for the real world Instructors, they’re going to find that in real life, there are no Math do-overs, no safe spaces, and contrary to popular opinion, a very limited Free-Speech option….their employer…doesn’t offer the 1st Amendment as part of the benefits package. Giggle, that IS a little corny right there.

Jumping from the frying pan into the fire ( I like torture) I began my descent into HELL. Nursing School…..The pit of despair, the River Styxx, the Isolation of Desolation…..Death! The COD….real humans..(I think) with unreal emotions…they were monsters…..I swear to all things Chanel, I developed ANXIETY….much the same way people develop film. Walking up one day, with a heart rate of 200 and a sweat rate of Freddie’s victims, I discovered that Anxiety is REAL…and no I wasn’t crazy. Imagine me, the ultimate Hater of all things Essential Oils, having a friend reach out and make a very nice lavender blend, then me…using it.(Yes I can be friends with EO sales folks…I’m NOT a monster)…My doctor has recommended Paxil..Unfortunately, I have nothing clever to announce my script for anti-depressants…..it really is Whateves….but Merrill should be happy.

Finally…”The Big One” cameth. For a nano second, as the RN stood before the door that would lead me to my husband, I thought, I had lost it all. Ever smelled death? The nasty decomp that comes from the walls as a mouse earns his way into Cinderella heaven? The sensation of the blood draining from your head to your foot is much the same. Just as one never forgets the smell of rotten eggs, one never forgets what it’s like to think one has lost it all….”Mrs. Philips I was going to call you”..he said to me, as I stood at the door. I was now now desperate to look in and try to see him….and as I looked into his eyes, the RN’s eyes, I said to him, “Hold up Jack, that’s the wrong tone, you’re getting ready to EFF up my life”…..So now, like any trauma, we move past the “incident” into the bruising phase that sees the blood spread out, in a nice “this is Effed up” pattern…My “therapists” tell me I should move past IT…you know…the part where I almost lost my BAE,….My Therapists tell me, to Trust God and put IT behind me…My Therapists love me, and want what’s best for me…..My Therapists didn’t have to tell Merrill’s children that their father was near death..and mommy wasn’t sure if daddy was going to make it, but I love my Therapists…..

They say that which does not kill you only makes you stronger. If that’s true, I’m a gosh-darned ROCK STAR. So, The Year That Was….the Year That Will Be….the Year That Will Kiss My Ass as I walk out the door. Eff You 2016….but I Have a Hater…so I’d say it’s all good….Bless Her Heart. BTW, I will find you sweetie….and when I do..2017 is going to get very interesting. 2016, I saw some good, some bad, and some very ugly, and while this entire column is loaded with clichés, I don’t care….It’s my bag, and I’m carrying it. Here’s to you and yours…be safe tonight, be well, be good to your neighbor. The only way to fight evil, is to not become a part of it….Thank you for your prayers….I love my Therapists….Hello 2017…I’ve been waiting for you. Be Blessed.

Remember you set The Tone, you ARE The Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your New Years Eve….be safe.



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I Forgot Something

My 1st Day At The Kiddie Pool.
My 1st Day At The Kiddie Pool.

You don’t have to be the 1st one to cross the line to finish the race. Life is a series of victories and failure, that in the end, lead up to all good things, for those whom love and serve Him. If you’ve made it this far, you’ve already won. Do not let the enemy take away your joy… I should know….he almost did mine“. Ronnie’s motivation speech to her nursing class.

I have to walk away from you right now” Ronnie to the counselor whom screwed her out of nursing school the 1st time.

NO” Merrill asking if I wanted Nesquick to relax before the test.

I’m fixing to go get my hair and nails done“…..Ronnie….

I left The Kiddie Pool this summer with my Associates in Science. Nothing about The Kiddie Pool was easy, but then I found that anything The Kiddie Pool handed me was diaper nuggets (Eww) compared to what Nursing School could dish out. If I wasn’t 2nd guessing my sanity, I was was a whimpering mess in the corner. I swear to GOD I’ve never, ever in my life been more insecure about me or my abilities than I have been in Nursing School, but THEN….in the final stretch, the Widow Maker happened….Sigh….that almost defeated me…..I Forgot Something.…PSYCH…you thought I was going to stay down…didn’t ya?

Today is it. FINALS, and pass or fail friends….I win. I crossed the line….maybe last, but that’s okay. I…crossed…the…line. You all know about the Anxiety that followed me, then tragedy, then depression, but sitting alone in the living room last night, I realized something…..I’ve been through some sh*t, I have a potty mouth, I’ve been betrayed by friends, defended by strangers……I damned near lost my MIND….LOL, you can bruise my Spirit, but you cannot take my SOUL. As William Wallace once said, “They can take our lives, but they cannot have our Freedom”.

There are no babies in this class. Some worked harder than I ever will. Some made it across harsher desert, than I’ll ever walk, and some…don’t even know half the crap I’ve forgotten. We started at 30…we’re now at 14…maybe 9 will pass….I Forgot Something.…I forgot that I’m Veronica Philips, and I wasn’t even supposed to be here today, so even if I fail that final, and have to take class over again, I won, because I wasn’t even supposed to be here……I…will not….stay down. Broken bones, chipped soul, bruised spirit, no nails, hair-fell-OUT Ronnie…I fought to be here….I forgot, just for a moment, whom I was. So, if any of you have any doubt, remember this…there is always going to be a monster under the bed. You are always going to have FEAR and trembling….Surround yourself with those whom love you and care for you, and you can defeat any demon that steps to you…..I Forgot Something.…and indeed I did. I’m Veronica Philips Bitches…..I’ll take the test, doesn’t matter if I pass or fail….I’ve already won the race I started…..and I’m OUT. Mic Drop…..<pray for me>…Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE The Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, I do covet your prayers….enjoy your Wednesday.

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Collateral Damage, I Wish I Hadn’t Cried

I LOVE my family.....
I LOVE my family…..

Just leave me alone“. Ronnie, in her very foreseen breakdown

Sigh. Friends, you cannot allow the top to stay on a boiler and expect it not to blow. Know what I mean? For all the BS and hype I’ve given, I’m human, and yes, I have dysfunctional ways of dealing with stress. Some stress is good, after all, it’s what motivates us to continue on in this thing so-called life (and run from bears), but when you keep adding, and adding, and adding…without releasing, and releasing and releasing…the boiler blows, and the ones you love the absolute most, will be caught in the Explosion. Collateral Damage, I wish I hadn’t cried. Crying not a sign of weakness, but it IS a sign that something’s wrong.

Collateral Damage is the ideal that those least deserving of  your ire, are the ones the most likely to receive it. I HATE THAT. You only hurt the ones you love…blah, blah, blah. Innocent people get hurt all the time, sigh, but when it’s my family…Lord, I’m a jerk, but I busted my ass to get here. You all know this. You watched me, prayed with me, followed me through The Kiddie Pool…..laughed when I laughed, cried when I cried, but Holy God…this is a whole different monster. Nursing School is bad enough, but all the other crap added to this…..I try daily, to die daily to the stress that plagues my soul, but it’s not working anymore. “If God brought you to it…He’ll bring you through it” they say, but they’re wrong. There are many choices we make that God had nothing do with…what He does promise is to never leave you…but that doesn’t mean you won’t hurt a little.

Discern your motivations. Is it about His Glory, or is it about yours? I feel like all those whom encouraged me to stay and finish what I started, really had the right intentions. I really do, but mixing #momlife, #collegelife and #cardiolife into the same bowl, will assure you that there will be only one winner….it won’t be #collgelife. What I’m trying to tell you is that the stress in my life has hit an apex….only two things were going to happen. I was going to break and give up….or cry. I chose the latter….because I’m not a quitter; which isn’t a bad thing….I suppose there was a little Satan in there after all. So, Collateral Damage, I Wish I Hadn’t Cried….but cry, and explode I DID. It wasn’t their fault all this sh*t happened. Wasn’t mine either…..I’m going to do my best to finish this race, even if limping across the line is the only way I go through. Freaking matyr…..I gotta go. Church lost out to study….what did you expect? I couldn’t get my sh*t together if you paid me…..May the Grace of God see me through this, and may He protect my family. It’s not their fault, I chose to be stubborn….I dunno, maybe God will bring them through this….Sigh. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.

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The Walking Dead


“I completely disagree!” Merrill

“Of course you do. You’re my husband” Guess who???

With this new anxiety thing plaguing me, I read as many articles as I can on it, so that I may be anxious AND informed. That is a thing. When Duchess suffered her seizures, I went straight to Web MD (NEVER…EVER…do that), then I joined a few Peds Support groups for Epilepsy. My son suffers with asthma, a condition one would think would be easily controlled, however, we were in Wal-Mart all of 5 minutes yesterday, when the flower tickle turned into an all out attack. I’m a good mommy, and like all good mommies, I digressed. Back to anxiety…So I find, there’s a connection between Nursing School and The Walking Dead….The connective tissue? ANXIETY! Merrill disagrees….The Walking Dead, and Nursing School is all that is wrong with society…LOL, these comments ought to be interesting…..and yes, I keep up with the show…

So, there’s been an uptick in anxiety (panic) related attacks among the populace in this country. It would be an epidemic, if there wasn’t a stigma attached to having anxiety, so many suffer in silence. I get it, but I am an open book…sorta. Truth is, I recognize that if I’m going through some mess, millions of others are too, and frankly, I have an obligation to bring the infection up, like peroxide, so the air can heal the wound….that’s gross, but so is The Walking Dead. Truth is, humans were never meant to view such graphic violence as a form of entertainment. You get that right? I’m not mad at ya. My two favorite guilty pleasures are Smoking Aces, and Blade….but we have shows, not even limited to HBO anymore, that have violence so horrific in them, that it’s starting to affect the psyche of the American public…but it’s more than that…..we’re LIKING IT….we are asking them for more, waiting on the edge of our seats to see whom meets their maker next…we’re…kinda…dysfunctional….It kind of brings up Daniel and the Lions Den….

BUT…it’s also about not knowing. Part of any story we enjoy is our ability to form a relationship with the main characters. I mean why take all that time to create and develop a character, only to have them horribly impaled half way through the story? Well, that’s exactly what Stephen King does in most of his novels. King violence, however, is only graphic in theory, that is, our minds eye…The Walking Dead, also with a reputation of offing main characters, has a double whammy because not only can we not invest in a character, but the violence of their departure, leaves little to the imagination, and as the eyes are the window to the soul, there’s no base, no rest for an active psyche, and THAT is why these shows are taking the blame for the anxiety crises in this country. Merrill thinks it’s crap, but I don’t. I can see why being on the edge of your seat, day in and day out, would be a bad thing for the soul. Ya know, like Nursing School! When violence becomes a normal part of our viewing, we become more and more desensitized to its effects then before you know it, the shows, having to stay on edge are going to become more and more graphic…for your viewing SATISFACTION….We’re in a constant state of Fight or Flight….Well, when you put TNT and Nitro together….some sh*t is gonna blow up…Okay, gotta go. I don’t watch those shows, but I do read King….I get it. Moderation is the key. Nursing School…is a lot like The Walking Dead….you never know, whose dropping next, and all we can do is watch their departure with horror….then step over them…to get to Grad…Ugh. Be Blessed.

Remember you set The Tone, you ARE The Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete…Glen’s DEAD? Be Blessed.

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With Or Without You

My Favorite Album
My Favorite Album

There has to be an end point; otherwise, you will just overwhelm yourself, burn out, and resent” Ronnie responding to a friend’s post on  FB last night.

Any relationship that’s going to stand the test of time, has to be given some give and take on both sides. “With or Without You”, one of my favorite song’s on the Joshua Tree album (U2) had a line that went as follows, “And you give and you take away, and you give and you take away” he was talking to her, about her. I’ve been with my spouse since 1993, that’s a long time in dog years. I’ve learned a few things about give and take. With our Without You….what happens in relationships when an endpoint isn’t in sight.

First, let’s make this clear that this isn’t a bash Merrill column. He’s an amazing father and provider. Where we struggle as a couple, is how to make the time to understand and nourish each other. I know I have much on my plate, and frankly, I sorta mean to do that, until I don’t. At The Kiddie Pool, I’ve been successful because I treat each semester as an endpoint. For example, “I’m only going to struggle until December”. When taken in as whole, I can see the big picture then work toward the light. We’re not always able to see relationships as a whole, because of work, school, LIFE, therefore, we don’t have the benefit of a clear view of what we’re working toward together….So, like ants, we just work…and work…and work….Unfortunately, that results in frustration, then resentment….Then in our resentment, we forget that there’s another person counting on our contribution to the relationship….but by then, WE’RE DONE. Here’s my point.

Wise Words....Wise Band
Wise Words….Wise Band

We need an end point, an 8-count, if you will. Ask anyone in my kickboxing class, what they’re thinking as I do the 8-count to any move. If it’s a particularly distressing move, by the time “7” rolls around, they know they’re work is almost over. If I continue the count indefinitely, they’ll quit….7 is the light, 8 is the endpoint. Do you hear me now? Relationships, especially one’s that go through change, needs an endpoint. “I will do this, for this amount of time, or until we agree that I’ve done enough”. Friends, you need to know when “8” is coming so that you can look forward to your rest. “I can’t live, With or Without You”, that’s a paradox no one wants to experience. You must sit and talk and sit and talk and sit and talk so that the expectations of each other…are clear. I KNOW that one day, my Kiddie Pool day’s will be over…the end point is 5/18…..in my relationships, my end point may very well be the point when I say, “I’m DONE”. Your endpoint is simply a matter of 5….6…7.. 8….chose together where the #8 lies. Gotta go. Duchess’s Guardians are outside, and I need to get the kiddo’s ready for school. No, I am not leaving Merrill….I adore Merrill….my observations are of YOUR relationships and MY mistakes. Get an 8-count endpoint, I highly recommend one. It may very well save your relationships. Be Blessed.

Remember you set The Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Wednesday.






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Wisdom 101

Listen to ME....
Listen to ME….

“I’ve been talking to you for 3 minutes. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said?”

“Huh? The game is on, you know better.”

Guess who said WHAT!

Being an older woman, (by older I mean I can still kick your ass, I just want to less) I find that I have more tolerance for all things nefarious, and less tolerance for all things stupid…I do not suffer fools easily. I cringe inside….and just BEG…people to ask my opinion….but they almost never do….so in true obnoxious fashion, I’m gonna go ahead and list some things I’ve learned about being an older woman…Wisdom 101..gather round….

1. It’s cheaper to say “I’m sorry” than come up with bail. I mean it hurts the pride and what not, but in the end, an assault conviction helps no one…especially nursing students.

2. Posting Meme’s on FB about who will be sad if you died, is desperate. Your friends and family love you very, very, very much. Do not test them on this.

3. Northwestern has a saying, “That’s alright, that’s okay, you’ll be working for US one day”….They may suck at collegiate football, but Karma is amazing. Be deliberate about your actions….for the toes you step on today, will be attached to the butt you kiss tomorrow.

4. Please don’t take offense if I giggle at you. I know your future. Generational curses do not change. Trust me. Your problems are not unique, nor limited to you…

5. But if you don’t heed my advice, that’s okay too. We didn’t listen to our parents either. Just know that as long as you awaken the next day, there’s always an opportunity to mend an error. I’m still mending mine. 

6. The Borrower is Slave to the Lender…..enough said.

7. Never make decisions under stress. If you’re crying, you’re in no position to make choices. Take a step back, look at it, think about it, maybe sleep on it….

8. Your teacher really doesn’t hate you. She cares, she’s just not kissing your butt and taking your crap. Do you honestly think she’s in that low paying, low appreciative job so that she can make your life hell? She can get a drink AND get mugged by a rapid DOG and have more fun.

9. Finally, bullies only make you stronger…There is light at the end of the tunnel. Never give up…never give in…..send them my way. I could use the workout.


10. If you want what I have, do what I do. It’s simple “Values 101”. You cannot stand on my shoulders and expect to be me. Don’t envy me, you have no idea what I’ve been through.

Wisdom 101….Youth really is wasted on the young…SIGH….In truth, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with your future self. There will come a day, when you’ll look back and think, “MAN there must be a GOD”…..There is….and He loves you very much.  Enjoy this day…for This is the Day…..you’ll see that too one day…..Gotta go. Go make your mark on the world today, then send me a picture of it. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Thursday.


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Not Me

The Kiddie Pool II- Nursing School
The Kiddie Pool II- Nursing School

“Yep, not even half of us will be here in 4 months. That’s so unfair”. Ronnie whispering to herself, while doodling, in a long ass boring orientation.

There was a Marine Recruiter at an all-school assembly. The other three recruiters, had already taken their 20 minutes of fame, and explained why their branch would be a good fit for the sea of eager Little Brother/Little Sister faces. As the Marine took his place at the podium, he looked out into the sea of babies, and as his own expression contorted into disgust, he leaned into the microphone and said, “I doubt there’s three of you here who could make it through, but I’ll see you three at the end of this pansy ass program….hoorah”. Fifty….fifty young pansy ass boys and girls scrambled to meet him after the pansy ass program. If you want what I have, you have to do what I did…I have the tools…some do not…The Kiddie Pool has failed our babies…and that makes me very sad…..Not Me …..I don’t think they know whom I am….

Truth is Nursing School is going to be a mini battle field, mixed with a lot of praying in the trenches, and exorcism’s of the Light Monster. Let me clear my throat for a brief moment, and share my credentials…..I am a mother, wife, business owner, friend, lover, cleaner, chauffeur, tutor, chaser of tots, caretaker, financier, personal shopper, writer, best friend and Little Bro/Sis cheerleader. I earned very good marks in classes like: Statistics, Nutrition, Art Appreciation (a semester course, in 3 weeks…THANK YOU), Astro Physics, College algebra, A&P I AND II, Social Psychology of the Aged, Rhetoric (English) I & II, and Econ. I studied at the RR stops  in the car waiting for Sweetness, in the library after class, in the bathroom, in the hospital, in the bed, at the table while Dora was playing, at WORK and in the Office. I overcame barriers such as: Hubby never being home, work schedules, sick children (while hubby out of town), Emergency Rooms, my own #brokenlefthand (that’s a big one)….I cried, I begged, I borrowed and I stole to earn my way into that program….and yet……

There were several whom had been accepted into the program sans their Pre-req’s, meaning at some point, The Kiddie Pool relaxed their standards to allow for a greater pool. SMH, they did the babies no favors. It’s only because I went through, what I went through, that I will make it through. The thing is, the more something costs, the more precious it becomes. I’m dismayed that we have nursing students whom have not completed Micro, or A&P 2…meaning they’re either going to need it during the summer or God forbid, during the Nursing Semester. When the student becomes a number, you have already failed the field, and frankly, it’s devastating to let something think they can do something, they’re not ready to do yet. I think the most selfish act the Government has perpetuated upon our society comes in the form of QUOTA’S, and what’s ironic, is that quota’s hold back, the very demographic it was meant to help. Combine quota’s with free tuition, and you have a FIRE….a great big pansy ass fire…..I dunno, maybe Johnson is right….maybe we should abolish the DOE…..One of the few reasons I made it in and will make it through, was because my Pre-Req’s came correct. I CAN do this, I WILL do this….because I have the TOOLS to do this! I can only hope we have other Little Bro’s and Sisters out there…who think…like I think….I swear the longer I’m a student, the more pissed off I get…maybe one day, you all will get pissed off too! Until then…I’ll wait…and I’ll keep reporting from the inside. With your special Kiddie Pool Report….Not Me…I’m Veronica Philips signing off….Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Tuesday.






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No Risk, No Reward

Risk pays off
Risk pays off

“I said YOU shut-up”…Duchess answering her daddy, after being asked, “What did you just say?”.

She damned well KNEW he heard the 1st time…she didn’t care. Both my daughters are the same in how they inherited my attitude, but both are different in how they approach risk. Princess calculates risk, while Duchess just takes it and makes it her pet. No Risk, No Reward….Assuming they both understand Risk….I think my daughters are going do just fine….

“I think you’re very cute” that was written from me to a boy named John Castor, when I was a Freshman in HS. He never did find out it was me…until now that is….but at the time I was a little mousey red-head afraid of her own shadow, so I didn’t take a risk to meet him. The Ronnie of several years later, would simply walk up to him and say, “You, me NOW”. As I got older, I found myself attracted to the bad boys, the ones so confident in themselves that they can just walk up to a girl, and say, “When are we going out?”…of course he was the biggest mistake of my life….But later, the love of my life would introduce himself by asking me, “You want to thumb wrestle?” I ended up marrying him. Risk…it has it’s Rewards 🙂

Little Sisters, the reward you earn in life, is directly proportional to the risk you take in pursuing it. I took a risk in January 2013 and wrote about an interaction between two Strangers in Walmart….I took another RISK and wrote a status about Pooping at The Kiddie Pool, and yet another in August, 2013 when I wrote about punching a stranger in the face…Have you seen Merrill? He’s amazing at so many things, but I would have none of it, if I hadn’t of taken a risk and said, “NO” to his thumb wrestling question because honestly, I DID want to thumb wrestle with him….I just had to be coy. No Risk, NO Reward means you cannot Be a Baller….if you don’t play the game. Gotta go, Duchess and her daddy are arguing….Sigh…doesn’t he realize it’s ME he’s fighting? Risk…it’s a bitch. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.



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