Thanksgiving break, loved it. I got to see all my family and some friends. Thanksgiving is a day of thanks and i was thankful for the many blessings I have; a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food on my table. Everything a person needs to make it in the world. Thanksgiving day started with the aroma of good food being cooked, my mouth watering stomach graling so anxious for how this food is going to taste. I helped prepare the tables and entertained the little kids. Every year i look forward to this day for happiness we all share. It's one day we aren't fighting and disagreeing about anything and everything. Thanksgiving, i love it.

ERiCA RAESHAWN <3

Being 18 isn't at all what it seems, yea I can by tobacco and I don't have a curfew, but I didn't have one when i wasn't 18. Being 18 just makes me feel old and i guesss some what privilaged now. I sit in my bed and think of all the things I do now that I couldn't do when i was 16 and 17, but basically did what I wanted. I guess age isn't nothing but a number and time is what makes you age cause no matter really how old you are you do what you want and your age has nothing to do with. Being 18, gosh doesn't feel any different to me.

ERiCA RAESHAWN <3

Purse Happy

If you have never met anyone purse happy, well hello my name is erica and i love purses. I have all kinds of purses I treat them like precious babies, I have gotten some of them as gifts, most of them i brought. Name brand, knock off with niks and tears. I take my purse to the cleaners after everytime I carry it and put it in a plastic bag and put it on the shelf in the closet. I hardly lend them out cause you never know what will happen. I still have brand new purses with tags waiting for me to carry them. I am truly purse happy, and I am proud to say it.

Influence

The one person that influences my life is my mom, and it is not anything that she has done good.
My mom has influenced my life in the way, i look at her and say to myself I don't want to live my life this way. All my life my dad has raised me, while covering up for why my mom hasn't done anything for me. All my life my mom has let drugs distroy her life, and that makes me want to stay drug free. The person I care about, that is suppose to be there for me, but isn't lets drugs control her life and lead her to neglect her kids, not finish high school, and people look at me and say how do you let that influence you? Because, I look at her and I say to myself this is not how I want my life to be. I want to have kids one day and be in there life, I don't want drugs to control my life, and I want to graduate high school and go to college. I can say at the age of 18 I am doing a good job of fulfilling those dreams.

My Personal Hero

My personal hero would have to be my dad. There is not much to say about my dad but when I need him he is always there and he has never failed me. He is what you call a 2 in 1 mother and father. I know that it is hard to raise a girl but some how he has done it. I can't type a page blog on why my dad is my personal hero all i can say is that he has be there for me since i was a baby raising me to be the young woman i am today all by himself and I can say he has done a heck of a job. I love my daddy for all that he has done for me and without him i don't know what I would be doing or even where I would be today. I thank God everyday for my dad. Most fathers don't take responsibility of there kids, and the ones that do are the ones that are single fathers.

That part of me still lives on

My brother, is my rib, my heart, MY BESTFRIEND. never in a million years i would imagine losing him, the thought killed apart of my spirit like if he left me on this world alone i would die too. June 10, 2006 i was laying in bed and i get a phone call "your brother was just hit by a car", I panicked called my dad could'nt get through, called the hospital they couldn't tell me much. So I called my aunt to come get me, waiting on her thinking to myself "let him be okay, please let him be okay". I get there, to be lead to a small waiting room in the side of the hospital and my dad talking to the doctors. I started to cry so scared, frightened trying not to lose my cool. My dad tells me that my brother, Eric D. Johnson, was hit by a car and that he might not make it. The doctors let us see him, he had tubes in his throat he was all scratched up. It just looked bad I cried "Eric I love you". I spent about 6 hours at the hospital that night. June 11, 2006 I get a phone call the next morning, they took Eric over night to Kosair's Children Hospital and they need all imediate family there right away. I got to lousiville to see doctors and the chapelen comforting my family as the nurse walked to me I asked, "is he dead?" she said "yes", I was motionless I couldn't move for a second I could'nt even breathe. I had felt apart me had died and I would be nothing without him. As I sit here and type this I cry and I can honestly say that part of me still is alive in me today, I live my life everyday for me and for him I am a senior now class of 2010 and I can say I am going to take that dipolma with pride saying we did Eric we graduated high school. The feeling of losing a TWIN brother is hard to get through, but i made it through and I am a stronger preson then I was before.




Eric, I love you and miss you alot, I thought I would go crazy without you here bugging me but I can honestly say I am much stronger and I thank you. Please watch over me and daddy up there