A few days ago I allowed someone to shake my faith and steal my joy. A person's words caused me to discard all the blessings and miracles I've witnessed over the past few weeks. At first I was angry at this person. I blamed her for ruining my perception of God's movement in my life. I blamed other christian's for not fighting against these joy stealers on my behalf. I was confused, hopeless and lost. I was mad. I was mad for days. Then mad turned to sad and sad turned to disappointment...in myself.
I realize that my spiritual foundation these days is quite unstable. It must be. If something as simple as a persons opinion could rock my spirituality to the core then I'm not as solid as I thought. I am a believer in the power of prayer. I am a believer in the power of healing touch. I am a believer in the power of faith. I have faith in God, faith in family, and faith in true friends. Often times what I lack is faith in ME.
I haven't ask God for help in a long time because I don't believe I'm worthy. I believe in the power of prayer but I haven't prayed for my friend because it's such an important prayer I feel like it should come from someone super church-y or at least in the church choir. I've heard some pretty amazing prayers these last few weeks. These mothers of the church come through the ICU doors bringing light as well as healing into the room. The humming of old hymns transports everyone's souls within earshot to distant lands. The words they speak bring answers, love, blessings, lessons, scolding, warnings without judgement, and relief. I thank them often because although they come for him they are also healing me.
Many people have told me to pray for him. I try. I close my eyes. I open my eyes. I try to remember prayers I've heard before. I forget them all. I open my mouth to speak. No words, only tears.
Can tears count as prayers? Each tear that falls represents all that was, is and will be.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Mom's Nothing call
I had 5 missed calls from my Mom yesterday. When I got around to calling her back I said, "Hey Ma, whassup?"
She said, "Oh I didn't want anything."
5 missed calls for nothing.
So I said,"Of course you wanted something. You called 5 times."
"No I didn't."
"Yeah...ya did"
"No...I didn't"
"Well Ma, how come you didn't leave a message?"
"Cuz I TOLD you I didn't want nothing!"
"Okay well I'll talk to you later then."
"Oh wait, NOW I remember what I wanted!"
"You said, nothin', remember?"
"Don't make me smack you thru the phone cuz I will"
I no longer believe she still possesses this power, with the lupus and all , but I shut it up so she could tell me about the "nothing" she remembered she called to tell me about.
"I just heard they doin a movie about Angela Davis and they want Beyonce to play her? What da hell? She seems like a nice girl but I'm tired of her right about now. I'm tired of Will Smith, too. They ain't got 2 mo black actors in hollywood these days?"
"I guess they don't."
Silence.
"Alright, I'm done with you. Call me back when my babys' done with her homework."
"Oh, SHE'S yo baby now?"
"Bye strange lady that birthed my baby. Luv ya!"
...and click.
I get it from my Ma-Muh!
She said, "Oh I didn't want anything."
5 missed calls for nothing.
So I said,"Of course you wanted something. You called 5 times."
"No I didn't."
"Yeah...ya did"
"No...I didn't"
"Well Ma, how come you didn't leave a message?"
"Cuz I TOLD you I didn't want nothing!"
"Okay well I'll talk to you later then."
"Oh wait, NOW I remember what I wanted!"
"You said, nothin', remember?"
"Don't make me smack you thru the phone cuz I will"
I no longer believe she still possesses this power, with the lupus and all , but I shut it up so she could tell me about the "nothing" she remembered she called to tell me about.
"I just heard they doin a movie about Angela Davis and they want Beyonce to play her? What da hell? She seems like a nice girl but I'm tired of her right about now. I'm tired of Will Smith, too. They ain't got 2 mo black actors in hollywood these days?"
"I guess they don't."
Silence.
"Alright, I'm done with you. Call me back when my babys' done with her homework."
"Oh, SHE'S yo baby now?"
"Bye strange lady that birthed my baby. Luv ya!"
...and click.
I get it from my Ma-Muh!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Scribblestix, Stones and Dino Bones
Much like the many chambers of my fragile mind these days, my world is cluttered. I've got possessions, stuff, things, trinkets, gifts, presents, junk, crap, do hickeys, thingamajigs, those, that theres, and bullshit. I've got gift boxes inside of baggies, baggies inside of containers, containers inside of storage trunks and storage trunks inside of closets.
I've got shoes. Man have I got shoes. I keep buying stilettos. Why? Because magazines and shows about a chain smoking white chics sex life tell me that its awesomely sexy to walk on tiptoes while balancing all my weight on the stems of wine glasses made in China. And is it me or does it seem like these heely torture devices are getting narrower by the season. I pretty much have to lose 20lbs and cut off two toes from each foot to get any feeling closely resembling comfort in any sized heel these days. But I've got 'em and I've worn each pair at least once. I rock my converse and shell toe addidas daily:3 pairs of freakin' shoes. THREE...daily. I need an intervention.
I've got books. Man do I have books. These are books I've accumulated over a 2.5 year period AFTER a house fire destroyed most of my collection. They are everywhere. I even have a few in a bag(more freakin' bags) under my desk at work. I have some in my car: under the seats, on the floor, on the backseats. Some one suggested I try audiobooks or downloading books to my ipod. WTF? Who does that sick shit...oh yeah, NON-reader losers thats who. If you're not blind or old and practically blind then how could you? How could you, I ask? I know you can't tell by looking at my scribblins' but I *heart* words. There's nothing better than carving out a corner amongst all my nonsensical bullshit, and nose diving head and heart first into a bomb ass book. I love the weight of a good book in my hands or resting on my knees. I like to reread paragraphs. The paragraphs that make my skin crawl, or the hairs on my neck stand up. Paragraphs that make me soar above my clutter and into another galaxy. I need to be able to read, reflect and read again. I like to underline and highlight words I want to keep forever. How the hell do you do this on an audio book-i-pod thingy? Audio Bookie Pod thingies are for SUCKAS. Oh and blind folks and practically blind folks, i.e the intended audience. (not you lazy techie addicted bastards that haven't held a book since high school.)
I have lotion-y smell good products. Man do I have the lotions. Like our financial institutions, this can't be self regulated. I need help. I am addicted to delicious smelling supple skin. It's much easier than spending minutes to hours applying makeup. I can't be bothered with that messy madness. Plus I don't need to be "made up." What you see is what you get and IF you get my shit it's gonna smell supremely divine. And NO, I won't be smelling like your Karan's, CK's or Diddy Puff toilet waters cuz I don't rock your ex-chics department store knock off's. I like the natural scents, the shea butters and oils, the creams and veggie soaps wrapped in recycled Public Enemy album covers and hemp string, packaged ever so holistically by my neighborhood Nation of Islam bean pie brotha or my lengthy loc wearing flea market goddesses.
I'm ridding myself of the clutter this week and in the process I've found me.
ME-The converse, shell toe addidas wearing, fanatical book reading, stilleto and makeup hating, flea market roaming, blogger chic that smells hella fuckin' good! Ta DA!
*Throws confetti* as a tribute to Lauren "The confetti Ninja!"
Speedy recovery, young one. :-)
I've got shoes. Man have I got shoes. I keep buying stilettos. Why? Because magazines and shows about a chain smoking white chics sex life tell me that its awesomely sexy to walk on tiptoes while balancing all my weight on the stems of wine glasses made in China. And is it me or does it seem like these heely torture devices are getting narrower by the season. I pretty much have to lose 20lbs and cut off two toes from each foot to get any feeling closely resembling comfort in any sized heel these days. But I've got 'em and I've worn each pair at least once. I rock my converse and shell toe addidas daily:3 pairs of freakin' shoes. THREE...daily. I need an intervention.
I've got books. Man do I have books. These are books I've accumulated over a 2.5 year period AFTER a house fire destroyed most of my collection. They are everywhere. I even have a few in a bag(more freakin' bags) under my desk at work. I have some in my car: under the seats, on the floor, on the backseats. Some one suggested I try audiobooks or downloading books to my ipod. WTF? Who does that sick shit...oh yeah, NON-reader losers thats who. If you're not blind or old and practically blind then how could you? How could you, I ask? I know you can't tell by looking at my scribblins' but I *heart* words. There's nothing better than carving out a corner amongst all my nonsensical bullshit, and nose diving head and heart first into a bomb ass book. I love the weight of a good book in my hands or resting on my knees. I like to reread paragraphs. The paragraphs that make my skin crawl, or the hairs on my neck stand up. Paragraphs that make me soar above my clutter and into another galaxy. I need to be able to read, reflect and read again. I like to underline and highlight words I want to keep forever. How the hell do you do this on an audio book-i-pod thingy? Audio Bookie Pod thingies are for SUCKAS. Oh and blind folks and practically blind folks, i.e the intended audience. (not you lazy techie addicted bastards that haven't held a book since high school.)
I have lotion-y smell good products. Man do I have the lotions. Like our financial institutions, this can't be self regulated. I need help. I am addicted to delicious smelling supple skin. It's much easier than spending minutes to hours applying makeup. I can't be bothered with that messy madness. Plus I don't need to be "made up." What you see is what you get and IF you get my shit it's gonna smell supremely divine. And NO, I won't be smelling like your Karan's, CK's or Diddy Puff toilet waters cuz I don't rock your ex-chics department store knock off's. I like the natural scents, the shea butters and oils, the creams and veggie soaps wrapped in recycled Public Enemy album covers and hemp string, packaged ever so holistically by my neighborhood Nation of Islam bean pie brotha or my lengthy loc wearing flea market goddesses.
I'm ridding myself of the clutter this week and in the process I've found me.
ME-The converse, shell toe addidas wearing, fanatical book reading, stilleto and makeup hating, flea market roaming, blogger chic that smells hella fuckin' good! Ta DA!
*Throws confetti* as a tribute to Lauren "The confetti Ninja!"
Speedy recovery, young one. :-)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
God Hates Me
Two incidents happened yesterday that helped me come to the conclusion that God really hates me.
1. A christian friend called me in hysterics because one of her christian girlfriends told her that the reason her new relationship is failing is because God is punishing her for not living right. My friend was upset because she couldn't understand what she's been doing that was so awful that God wanted to emotionally destroy her.
2. I told a christian acquaintance about my friend being hospitalized and I asked her what kind of prayer I should pray for him. She basically said God is punishing him because of his lifestyle and I should basically pray the gay out of him. Oh I'm also supposed to tell him while he's potentially on his deathbed that he's going to burn in hell if he doesn't denounce his love for Jeremy and ask for forgiveness.
These 2 friends that the christians say God is punishing right now are the most loving and kindhearted folks I know. If God thinks they are the suck then there is absolutely no reason for me to try to win favor. I've done way more dirt in my first ten years of existence than these two suckers have done their whole lives. I'm so over this shit.
All this time I've been visiting my friend in ICU I thought I was witnessing God's mercy. Everytime the Doc's came in with the, "This doesn't look good" speech, my friend would beat that shit. His lung is collapsing...oops, no it's not. His kidneys are failing...not anymore. His T cells are low...now they are thru the roof and his viral load is undetectable. I saw these things as Gods Mercy, miracles if you will. But What do I know. I don't go to church. I don't have hella fucking bible verses singed into my brain. I only remeber maybe 5 of the 10 commandments.
The church folks just schooled me. These ain't fuckin' miracles or mercy. God's a fuckin' sadist apparently. He's getting Joy from torturing my friends. He enjoys bringing them to the brink of death, watching them beg for mercy and just when they give up all hope or start praying for death he fucking delivers them. Church folks God is a fucking cold blooded asshole. Satan couldn't possible exist. Why? God does the evil maniacal dirty work so who needs a satan? If satan is somehow worse than God then this means that a loving, compassionate, forgiving God does not exist. Christians got a God who spends his days and nights bringing punishment in life, while satan waits in the background for God to destroy you so he can continue the torture in death.
I was told we come here as sinners. So life is a fucking set up for Gods torture? According to the christians god punishes and tortures us because we sin. Is this why babies get AIDS, or Cancer, or die in their sleep? Fucking Preemie sinner bastards.
Today Christians suck! I hate them all. And you know which ones I hate the most. I hate the tolerant, compassionate christians that read Gods word and try their best to live in harmony with their fellow man. I hate them the most because their silence is deafening and ruining my life. They are the only ones that can drown out the lies of the hate christians yet they remain quiet. They allow the God- hates- you christians to be the voice to the masses. They allow the wolves in sheeps clothing to prey on fragile souls like mine in the name of their Jesus/God/ Trinity.
The REAL Christians should step the fuck up! God must hate your quiet asses as much as he hates my sinner ass as you are his true representatives and he's losing a lot of souls because of your cowardice. My vision of God was tainted yesterday.
Where were you?
1. A christian friend called me in hysterics because one of her christian girlfriends told her that the reason her new relationship is failing is because God is punishing her for not living right. My friend was upset because she couldn't understand what she's been doing that was so awful that God wanted to emotionally destroy her.
2. I told a christian acquaintance about my friend being hospitalized and I asked her what kind of prayer I should pray for him. She basically said God is punishing him because of his lifestyle and I should basically pray the gay out of him. Oh I'm also supposed to tell him while he's potentially on his deathbed that he's going to burn in hell if he doesn't denounce his love for Jeremy and ask for forgiveness.
These 2 friends that the christians say God is punishing right now are the most loving and kindhearted folks I know. If God thinks they are the suck then there is absolutely no reason for me to try to win favor. I've done way more dirt in my first ten years of existence than these two suckers have done their whole lives. I'm so over this shit.
All this time I've been visiting my friend in ICU I thought I was witnessing God's mercy. Everytime the Doc's came in with the, "This doesn't look good" speech, my friend would beat that shit. His lung is collapsing...oops, no it's not. His kidneys are failing...not anymore. His T cells are low...now they are thru the roof and his viral load is undetectable. I saw these things as Gods Mercy, miracles if you will. But What do I know. I don't go to church. I don't have hella fucking bible verses singed into my brain. I only remeber maybe 5 of the 10 commandments.
The church folks just schooled me. These ain't fuckin' miracles or mercy. God's a fuckin' sadist apparently. He's getting Joy from torturing my friends. He enjoys bringing them to the brink of death, watching them beg for mercy and just when they give up all hope or start praying for death he fucking delivers them. Church folks God is a fucking cold blooded asshole. Satan couldn't possible exist. Why? God does the evil maniacal dirty work so who needs a satan? If satan is somehow worse than God then this means that a loving, compassionate, forgiving God does not exist. Christians got a God who spends his days and nights bringing punishment in life, while satan waits in the background for God to destroy you so he can continue the torture in death.
I was told we come here as sinners. So life is a fucking set up for Gods torture? According to the christians god punishes and tortures us because we sin. Is this why babies get AIDS, or Cancer, or die in their sleep? Fucking Preemie sinner bastards.
Today Christians suck! I hate them all. And you know which ones I hate the most. I hate the tolerant, compassionate christians that read Gods word and try their best to live in harmony with their fellow man. I hate them the most because their silence is deafening and ruining my life. They are the only ones that can drown out the lies of the hate christians yet they remain quiet. They allow the God- hates- you christians to be the voice to the masses. They allow the wolves in sheeps clothing to prey on fragile souls like mine in the name of their Jesus/God/ Trinity.
The REAL Christians should step the fuck up! God must hate your quiet asses as much as he hates my sinner ass as you are his true representatives and he's losing a lot of souls because of your cowardice. My vision of God was tainted yesterday.
Where were you?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Morrison
Toni Morrison is one of the best authors. Period! Here's what she said...
"All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was."
"At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough."
" Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it."
"I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people."
"I don't think a female running a house is a problem, a broken family. It's perceived as one because of the notion that a head is a man."
"Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another."
"I get angry about things, then go on and work."
"I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it."
"I'm not entangled in shaping my work according to other people's views of how I should have done it."
"If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, you must be the one to write it."
"If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it."
"Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all."
"My children are delightful people, whom I would love even if they weren't my children."
"She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind."
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.
"There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how."
“The loneliest woman in the world is the woman without a close woman friend”
"Access to knowledge is the superb, the supreme act of truly great civilizations. Of all the institutions that purport to do this, free libraries stand virtually alone in accomplishing this."
The highlighted ones are my favorites. Which are yours?
"All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was."
"At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough."
" Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it."
"I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people."
"I don't think a female running a house is a problem, a broken family. It's perceived as one because of the notion that a head is a man."
"Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another."
"I get angry about things, then go on and work."
"I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it."
"I'm not entangled in shaping my work according to other people's views of how I should have done it."
"If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, you must be the one to write it."
"If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it."
"Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all."
"My children are delightful people, whom I would love even if they weren't my children."
"She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind."
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.
"There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how."
“The loneliest woman in the world is the woman without a close woman friend”
"Access to knowledge is the superb, the supreme act of truly great civilizations. Of all the institutions that purport to do this, free libraries stand virtually alone in accomplishing this."
The highlighted ones are my favorites. Which are yours?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I see Homeless people
An acquaintance said to me, "See that car across the street? I think those people are living in that car. I think they are homeless." The car across the street has been there for about 3 weeks but she only lost her job 3 days ago. Now she sees.
Earlier that day some co-workers were saying the same thing about a couple in the neighborhood that has a station wagon parked close to our job. They thought this couple was possibly homeless becuase of the ton of stuff that filled the back seats. I added a few, "Oh ,really's" and one or 2, "What makes you say that?" I also added a story about an old woman I met in a Walgreen's parking lot recently who needed help getting a case of bottled water out of her cart and into her car. She refused my assistance but I hung around to make sure she could actually make the water to car transfer without killing herself. That's when I noticed the backseat of her early 90's peice of shit Ford Taurus. Damn. It was packed to the roof with bags on top of bags of old lady life. As she struggled with a 24-pack of Crystal Geyser, I wondered where her children were. Was she married? Did he die? How did her life story end up stuffed into the back of this crappy ass American made car?
She tried to gently coax me out of her world by saying, "That's sweet of you baby to stay around to help me but I got it. I can manage. You get yo self outta dis rain before you catch cold."
I couldn't move. I said, " Are you sure?"
She said, " Girl I do this ALL the time. I'll be alright."
Then she smiled. One of those smiles where the teeth, lips and lines around the mouth were partying but the eyes were not invited.
I didn't smile back. I just said okay and got into my car. My 2005 Toyota Matrix with the backseat containing a few books and my daughters basketball jersey.
My backseat haunts me lately cuz I know I'm really only one paycheck away from cramming my life back there. Good thing I got a hatchback.
Earlier that day some co-workers were saying the same thing about a couple in the neighborhood that has a station wagon parked close to our job. They thought this couple was possibly homeless becuase of the ton of stuff that filled the back seats. I added a few, "Oh ,really's" and one or 2, "What makes you say that?" I also added a story about an old woman I met in a Walgreen's parking lot recently who needed help getting a case of bottled water out of her cart and into her car. She refused my assistance but I hung around to make sure she could actually make the water to car transfer without killing herself. That's when I noticed the backseat of her early 90's peice of shit Ford Taurus. Damn. It was packed to the roof with bags on top of bags of old lady life. As she struggled with a 24-pack of Crystal Geyser, I wondered where her children were. Was she married? Did he die? How did her life story end up stuffed into the back of this crappy ass American made car?
She tried to gently coax me out of her world by saying, "That's sweet of you baby to stay around to help me but I got it. I can manage. You get yo self outta dis rain before you catch cold."
I couldn't move. I said, " Are you sure?"
She said, " Girl I do this ALL the time. I'll be alright."
Then she smiled. One of those smiles where the teeth, lips and lines around the mouth were partying but the eyes were not invited.
I didn't smile back. I just said okay and got into my car. My 2005 Toyota Matrix with the backseat containing a few books and my daughters basketball jersey.
My backseat haunts me lately cuz I know I'm really only one paycheck away from cramming my life back there. Good thing I got a hatchback.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The Random
These are just random thoughts swirling in my dome....
Why does Beyonce keep rocking her mothers' CRAP-tastical evening wear? Yo B! You done good. Moms is set for life from your hard work. You're a great daughter. You don't owe her nothing else. Stop with the foolishness that is the HOUSE of DEREON. These fishtailed messes made from sofa fabrics have got to stop. Stop reppin' that garbage cuz you're doing a horrible service to women, girls, the country AND the world.
Why do I get the feeling that sometime in Spring or Summer First Lady Obama is gonna walk across the White House lawn looking hot to death with fine ass Mr. Prez and kids in tow, rocking some braids neatly tucked in a tight ass bun? That right I said it! BRAIDS! Braids boarding Air Force One on the way to Camp David. It's coming peeps.
CAN...YOU...FEEEEEL...IT!
Remember you heard it HERE first when the mainstream media starts accusing her of sporting a Nation of Islam Black Panther Terrorist that hates America hairdo. HA!
I *Heart" Robert DeNiro cuz he luvs the black berries. Has dude ever dated a white woman?
Enlighten me, please.
February is the longest, shortest month. I can't wait until this month is freakin' over. ARRGH!
Blogging is a lot more challenging than I expected. I have a great deal of respect for those who do it well. There must be some truth to the stereotype. You know the one about bloggers being slobs in PJ's in front of the TV snacking while typing cuz this craft takes "time." You know the shit I'm poorly managing these days.
Why is it that as a parent you kick ass by giving your kids the tools they need to face challenges and overcome obstacles when you're not around, and the minute they utilize the tools and skills successfully you wanna kick their asses for not needing your help?
God I hate whiny ass old schooldemocrats. They are so in denial. At some point they are gonna realize that their party of old is obsolete as well. Obama and Dean revamped the Dem Party and changed the way the game is played right before their very eyes. The New Dem Party is a party of confidence, swagger, intellect, humor, snark (YAY Robert Gibbs-Press Secretary BIOOOTCH!), YOUTH, vision, GI-normous ideas and nothing to freakin' lose cuz we lost all out shit during the cold and dark years of Bush/ Cheney.
The old dem party of whiners, doubters, complainers, and saps is dead. Come new or shut the fuck up cuz Obama's GOT THIS. Ya Heard!
Early AM sex has got to be good for your health. *sigh*
Please hurry up and kill off Blondie from Grey's Anatomy. DAMN already!
Debbie Wasserman Schultz kicks ass even though she's starting to look a lil reptilian. Seems like Florida does strange thangs to white people. Crist looks a lil strange as well. hmmmm...
Enlighten me.
I'm going to wake up in Paris soon. I am dammit! I AM!
This weekend I came to the realization that although I would desperately love to cut off all my hair I'm not. I lack the self esteem and uber-confidence needed to rock a bald head. Plus my face is too fat so until I commit to this damn raw food diet and lose at least face fat (at most ass fat) then braid shop here I come. *sigh*
I loved a DJ as a teenager. I saw him in passing one day in Target. Fucking Target! He was with his wife and daughter. I was with my husband. Our eyes met. We said hello. I loved him again, right there in the kitchen utensil ailse. And then he was gone....
Why does Beyonce keep rocking her mothers' CRAP-tastical evening wear? Yo B! You done good. Moms is set for life from your hard work. You're a great daughter. You don't owe her nothing else. Stop with the foolishness that is the HOUSE of DEREON. These fishtailed messes made from sofa fabrics have got to stop. Stop reppin' that garbage cuz you're doing a horrible service to women, girls, the country AND the world.
Why do I get the feeling that sometime in Spring or Summer First Lady Obama is gonna walk across the White House lawn looking hot to death with fine ass Mr. Prez and kids in tow, rocking some braids neatly tucked in a tight ass bun? That right I said it! BRAIDS! Braids boarding Air Force One on the way to Camp David. It's coming peeps.
CAN...YOU...FEEEEEL...IT!
Remember you heard it HERE first when the mainstream media starts accusing her of sporting a Nation of Islam Black Panther Terrorist that hates America hairdo. HA!
I *Heart" Robert DeNiro cuz he luvs the black berries. Has dude ever dated a white woman?
Enlighten me, please.
February is the longest, shortest month. I can't wait until this month is freakin' over. ARRGH!
Blogging is a lot more challenging than I expected. I have a great deal of respect for those who do it well. There must be some truth to the stereotype. You know the one about bloggers being slobs in PJ's in front of the TV snacking while typing cuz this craft takes "time." You know the shit I'm poorly managing these days.
Why is it that as a parent you kick ass by giving your kids the tools they need to face challenges and overcome obstacles when you're not around, and the minute they utilize the tools and skills successfully you wanna kick their asses for not needing your help?
God I hate whiny ass old schooldemocrats. They are so in denial. At some point they are gonna realize that their party of old is obsolete as well. Obama and Dean revamped the Dem Party and changed the way the game is played right before their very eyes. The New Dem Party is a party of confidence, swagger, intellect, humor, snark (YAY Robert Gibbs-Press Secretary BIOOOTCH!), YOUTH, vision, GI-normous ideas and nothing to freakin' lose cuz we lost all out shit during the cold and dark years of Bush/ Cheney.
The old dem party of whiners, doubters, complainers, and saps is dead. Come new or shut the fuck up cuz Obama's GOT THIS. Ya Heard!
Early AM sex has got to be good for your health. *sigh*
Please hurry up and kill off Blondie from Grey's Anatomy. DAMN already!
Debbie Wasserman Schultz kicks ass even though she's starting to look a lil reptilian. Seems like Florida does strange thangs to white people. Crist looks a lil strange as well. hmmmm...
Enlighten me.
I'm going to wake up in Paris soon. I am dammit! I AM!
This weekend I came to the realization that although I would desperately love to cut off all my hair I'm not. I lack the self esteem and uber-confidence needed to rock a bald head. Plus my face is too fat so until I commit to this damn raw food diet and lose at least face fat (at most ass fat) then braid shop here I come. *sigh*
I loved a DJ as a teenager. I saw him in passing one day in Target. Fucking Target! He was with his wife and daughter. I was with my husband. Our eyes met. We said hello. I loved him again, right there in the kitchen utensil ailse. And then he was gone....
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