Jenna

Jenna is my world, I love her so much!

Thankful

I'm thankful to have the help from my aunt with Jenna, everyday. I know I'd be lost without her, I'm currently trying to find a better paying job and enrolling in college. I want Jenna to have everything, i can only provide what i can right now but over time i will have every thing I've dreamt about, i know I'm going to do something good in life, i make it my life to work hard and achieve goals, no matter what my co-workers say, I'm going somewhere in life and no one is stopping me, you may want to work at a restaurant all your life, but not me, so i am thankful for everyone who is supporting my goals and morals, i have so much confidence now and NO ONE is bringing me down, i can honestly say I'm done with the partying and guys, time for real life and reality!! I'm me and if you don't like it, you can get on with yourself!

In My Daughter's Eyes

In my Daughter's eyes i am everything, the one she see's when she wakes up every morning and I'm the one who tucks her in at night, I'm her smile , I'm her grace, she thinks of me in so many ways, she kisses me when i am sad, and brings happiness to my heart with every grin and smirk, i l<3ve this girl unconditionally, there is no words that can describe the joy she brings to me. I will devote my life for her happiness and safety, i will never let her down.

My Idol, My Heart, My Mother

Phyllis(Dee) DeArmon Shucart
Birth:  Mar. 10, 1955
Death:  Oct. 15, 1999
Beloved Daughter of Robert and Patricia.Dee had one child:

Deanna Marie Hornbuckle

 
Burial:
Sacred Heart Cemetery
Florissant
St. Louis County
Missouri, USA

This is all i could find online about her, i can honestly say that i don't remember much about her, as i get older i lose touch on my memories of her, i know that her favorite color was purple, she smoked red GPC cigarettes (which she didn't start smoking until her 30's), she was 6 foot even, loved Indian items, had blood cancer for many of years, had alot of miscarriages, and she always said i was her miracle baby, i was a premie baby and barely fit in the palm of her hand, i was her world, but as i got older she got sicker and eventually passed, it's seriously hard to think that i really don't think about her everyday, i know that if she was here right now, I'd be her life, and i can barley remember her. What kind of daughter does that make me? I'm crying as i blog about this because my heart feels broken inside, its been 12 years this october since she passed.

Here i go

My life is a little bit in a scramble, times are getting harder and harder, two of my family members are in jail now, and one of my dearest friends also, three people in jail in one year, it's getting pretty ridiculous if you ask me. The charges are absolutely stupid, but hey that's just another way the government can fuck you, Missouri is one of the most retarded states, i swear.