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I wasn`t raised in the church as a child, but I raised my 33 year old daughter in church, sent her to Pine Forge Academy and Howard University. I don`t go to church that often now, but when I was there, I was a dedicated worker. I volunteered with the seniors and other organizations within the church, served as church clerk, as well as drove the seniors around the campus of Pine Forge on a golf tram for eight years at camp meeting.

I've also volunteered at the Camden NJ Ronald McDonald House, was a trustee and volunteer of the neighborhood community organization. Also served as Mistress of Ceremonies during school assemblies, retirement dinners, holiday parties and the annual community organization luncheons.

During my youth, I volunteered for the NAACP Membership Drive; served as Miss United Way of Camden County; Secretary of the A. Philip Randolph Institute and the Non Partisans Citizens Committee

I am a 1996 Recipient of Glassboro State College (Now Rowan University) Distinguished Alumni Award.

The staff and administration voted me Teacher of the Year in 1999-2000 at the school from which I retired.

In 2005, I was one of the recipients of the "Love In Action Award" from my neighborhood organization at their Annual Luncheon. The Eighth Annual Parkside Business and Community in Partnership, Inc., (PBCIP) Volunteer Recognition Luncheon was very nice. The theme was "Let Your Light Shine." The luncheon was held at the Pennsauken Country Club. I received a beautiful, Lucite, Love In Action Award from PBCIP; for exemplary volunteer service. In addition, there were proclamations from the Mayor`s office, City Council and the Board of Chosen Freeholders. It was usually my job to MC the affair, but this year they had Joe Biccichia from CN8, a News Anchor. He did a marvelous job. I don`t feel too bad about them replacing me with a professional news anchor. lol






Moving to a warmer climate around 2012 is one of my dreams and arthritis`s fondest wish. Three seasons in one day was a bit much. On January 14, 2006, it was balmy, rainy and spring like in the morning. By sunset, the wind was whipping around at speeds of 50 MPH; the temperature plummeted to fall like and before midnight, it was snowing. Brrrrrrr... Warm climate here I come!

THE BLACK WOMAN...

She is lovable. Love her

She is beautiful. Flaunt her.

She is intelligent. Learn from her.

She is sexy. Experience her.

She is delicious. Taste her.

She is soft. Cuddle with her.

She is an asset. Take stock in her.

She is meaningful. Cherish her.

She is sensitive. Comfort her.

She is priceless. Value her.

She is a gem. Reflect on her.

She is radiant. Bask in her.

She is strong. Gain strength from her.

She is deep. Seek to understand her.

She is striking. Stand in awe of her.

She is "all that." Be impressed by her.

She is funny. Laugh with her.

She is giving. Share with her.

She is spiritual. Worship with her.

She is forgiving. Seek forgiveness from her.

She is human and makes mistakes...Fellas, Expect that from her!

PleaseAccept This Award

"Lady Of Class" A lady of class you are. You possess style and grace. Your poise and confidence is written all over your face. The stride in your walk, the glimmer in your eyes. Your smile warms the hearts ofmany. You are an exceptional Lady Of Class.

FUN/FUNNY STUFF THAT HAPPENED:
One day my cousin and I were standing in the hall talking to the principal. He did something for her and her response was, if she could, she'd pick him up and hug him. I was pretty strong at the time so I picked him up off the floor as a joke. He weighed about 175 lbs at the time and was pretty shocked with regard to my strength. He embellished the incident to me carrying him up and down the hall, spinning him around and putting my tongue down his throat. When I heard the retelling of the incident, at first, I didn't realize that it was me they were talking about.
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Many moons ago, had a date with a guy I met when the Chocolate Singles publication was all the rage. Were were pan pals for a few months before moving to telephone calls and then arranging to meet in person. The guy was 47 and I was 34. I told him that I thought he was a tad to old. His phot did not do him any justice. He was a real handsome and mild mannered Jamaican man. The plan had been made at an opportune time. It was a tough weekend for baby girl and me because her Godfather had just been killed in a car accident and her Godmother was badly injured in the hospital out in the Midwest. They had been on their way back home from picking their daughter up and bringing her home for spring break. I packed up my ten year old daughter and myself and went off to NYC where my date picked us up and took us to his place in Yonkers. It was the first time I was unable to sleep a wink except for the labor pains during childbirth. I cried all night and watched the clock change every hour until dawn. He held me in his arms all night to console my grief.
Later that day, I sat down at his desk to write him a love letter. I felt bad that he went to work tired because I kept him awake all night. I noticed that "playa playa" had turned the telephone ringers off. Then he had letters laying in view that all said the same thing, but to different women... I still wrote the love letter nonetheless... I appreciated the fact that he had invited us his guests. After he came home from work Saturday afternoon, we went out to a nice Chinese restaurant for lunch. My daughter had to go to the bathroom. Lo and behold there was a telephone booth in the hallway. I could not resist calling the restaurant and having the Maitre D run around and page him to the telephone. My message was, "Have I told you lately Darling that I love you?" His response was, "Have I told you lately that you're crazy?" Then he slammed the telephone down. Needless to say, he thought his butt had been caught by the real girlfriend...
So that blows over, we get a few groceries and go back to his place. I help him do his laundry. He's appreciative because I shared some tips that he didn't know about keeping his clothes lint free and less wrinkled to cut down on ironing time. I also ironed his dress shirts for work. He's pretty much trying to keep me busy and my mind occupied from being sorrowful. He told me that my company was enjoyed so much that I should stay a couple of extra days. I say okay because my daughter has a few days off because someone in school had passed off ringworm. That's why we were not on a plane visiting her Godmother. I had to wash her thick head of hair every day with the special shampoo and apply medication.
My buddy went to work Monday morning. I am reasonably sure my instructions were to not answer the telephone. When he gets home from work, there's a surprise announcement. I have to pack up our stuff and leave right away. He, being a true gentleman, drives us back home to Camden, rather than dump us at Amtrak. He does explain on the trip back that he's trying to by a co-op and needs the cooperation of a certain sistah friend to help him finance it because he's being taken to the cleaners by an ex-wife and girlfriend with regard to child support payments. The friend is putting the 5% down that he needs to buy the place. He drops us off, puts our luggage in the house, kisses us goodbye, apologizes again, jumps back in his car and drives back up to Yonkers without so much as a coffee break.
Hey! I wasn't mad at him. He wasn't my man, he treated us like royalty and my daughter and I had a nice time. It was a great distraction from the mourning that was to come in dealing with our recent loss. The friendship continued for a while. Old guy came down that summer and introduced us to camping out. That was fun as well. I drew the line in the sand when the invitation came to join him and the girlfriend for a weekend. I did not know what she knew about me, but I wasn't chancing getting my throat cut or up any of that threesome hanky panky...
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One day after lunch, one of my playful, tall as me, bad boy student's decided he was going to have a little wrestling match with me. At that time, I was still in my semi-Wonder Woman mode back then. Well, Baby Boy grabbed my arm and I fell off balance... Lawd have mercy. I mashed the Hell, potato and pancake out of that boy!!!! He had that what "what went wrong here" look as the rest of the class was in stitches. Neither of us was hurt.
I still laugh about that day, when it crosses my mind, but he who laughs last, laughs best, so the adage goes. A few years later in 2003, during an April meetngreet, that same scenario was revisited. Only this time it was me jumping on a guy playfully after he said something slick to me in one of the meetngreet meetings in a Delaware motel room. He stopped in my room to say hello to the buddy I brought along. She was about to go in for knee replacement surgery. I encourage her to attend, have some fun as well as have something to laugh about when she came out of surgery and was dealing with the pain. I had no idea the laugh was going to be me.
Now here' how it went. My buddy is sitting in the hotel room chair reading a book waiting for me to come out of the meeting. The door is open, because the maid is cleaning the room. Bing Bong comes in behind me and speaks to my colleague. I jump him for having said something smart, but funny next door. The table slowly turns.... I end up at the bottom of the pile. He takes advantage of the situation. My buddy is looking over her glasses amused as hell. I knew she had CTS and bad knees, but she could have thrown a glass of water on him! The maid just walks around us like a pile of linen on the floor and continues making up the bed. I am laughing hysterically because ain't a damn thing else I can do, while getting in a "somebody help me" in between. Instead of pinning me like a normal wrestler would do, my opponent who must have still been liquored up from the party the night before; holds my leg up and pretends to hump me like a puppy practicing sex on a stuffed dog.

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I would love to meet some new friends who are retired like myself. I would enjoy going places and doing things with a group of silver heads like myself. I love to travel by cruise ship, plane, train or short distances (2 hours) on the bus. Have passport; can leave the country. I enjoy the theater, live Jazz, R&B concerts, fine dining, movies, Black Art Expos, museums, cultural exhibitions, weekend trips, etc.

If you live in the vicinity, drop me a note and introduce yourself. Perhaps we could plan some fun activities.

Smooches,

Theresa

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My retirement began on January 1, 2006. My coworkers threw a fabulous (almost surprise) retirement party in June. I had to gently coerce them into at least giving me the date ahead of time or they chanced me sitting on the beach in Bermuda, drinking a rum swizzle, saying "Oh well" from my cell phone. LOL

They put my picture on the tickets, gave me a generous supply of announcements and sent me on my way.


A FEW RETIREMENT DINNER PHOTOS
6/22/2006

VP Gil cutting me a big break. He's seen my game and topped it a couple of times

I don't see big gray ears, pointy teeth, nor a tail, but VP Deb is ratting me out big time!

It just didn't happen that way, no no it just didn't happen that way!

Setting the Record Straight

Receiving Mayor Faison's Proclamation Read by MC Ben

Receiving Camden Education Association Service Award

My Wonderful Daughter

Cousin and adopted daughter>

It isn't a party without Sarge, the Energizer Bunny and my foster sister, his matching bookend

Doing the Cha Cha

MJ Holding her own, but she's really the Bop Queen

The Line Dance Crew

THE MAN EVERY WOMAN NEEDS
Grab her gently by the neck when you kiss her, it's a real turn on. Not her butt/boobs.
Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything.
When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go then kiss her.
When she says she's ok don't believe it talk with her.
Never cheat on her because 10 yrs later she'll remember you
Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her.
Call her before you sleep and after you wake up.
Treat her like a person and not a showpiece on display.
Tease her and let her tease you back.
Stay up all night with her when she's sick.
Watch her favorite movie with her.
TRUST HER WITH HER GUY FRIENDS
Let her wear your clothes.
When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.
Let her know she's important.
Kiss her in the pouring rain.
When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; "Whose butt am I kicking babe?"

 

You are BOUGIE

 

You are elegant and have lots of class. You sometimes act rich and snobby and that may annoy others. You\'ve only seen roaches on the Discovery Channel. You\'re idea of Kool Aid is a "fruit punch & Perrier with a twist of lime." You only shop at the malls that have designer boutiques and you don\'t bother with sales. We will never find dirty underwear lying on the floor of your living room and you have never had cockroaches take over your kitchen. People classify you as "Bougie!"

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