I currently have no person in my life whose finger I would stick in my mouth! Nope, not a soul. Now I know that this connection may not be so obvious but danged... common peeps...
There are many people who I love and/or like that do some gross stuff in/to the common food and drinks. I want to first acknowledge that what you do with you and yours is entirely up to you and I REALLY don't want to know. But when it comes to the whole of us, the group, the gang, the gaggle, the crew, the bunch, would you refrain from sticking your fingers in the communal food? Please don't 'just grab a few fries' off my plate. I hate the wave of revulsion I feel at your having put your fingers in my food, the desire to stab you with my fork and now my meal being near ruined.
DO NOT stick your frickin finger in the dip, soup, frosting what have you "just to taste it". I swear to you that when I cook I NEVER do that. It is an integrity thing to me. I know you think your hands are clean since you were just in the bathroom and thoroughly washed them, turned the bathroom door handle with your pristine hands, gave the dog's head a pat, ran your fingers through your hair, gave your mobile a quick peek and are now suspended over the common plate feeling oh so clean. YOU ARE NOT. Sheesh!
While we are at it. Just because you are 'stuffed' with half the food left on your plate DO NOT shove your plate toward me and ask if I want some. I really do not want to witness any aspect of that sort of 'sharing' unless you are offering your food to your mate in which case that is the extent of your intimacy I want to enjoy. No I do not want a bite off of your already knawed on anything.
Also, a large size bag of whatever is being shared needs to be poured out of not dug in to. Let's pretend that we are all wait staff at a restaurant and really did pay attention to our food handlers class and really believe we are honoring our customers.
Hmmm, it is kind of like the idea of doing the right thing when no one is looking, okay?
Please don't ask me for a sip of my anything, okay? Unless of course I would put your finger in my mouth...
Monday, December 26, 2011
Things ain't what they used to be...
Alrighty then! Let's just get to it...
My over $2000 bed that is less than 2 years old is one big sag hole! A big ol' piece of lumpage! I am so over it. I did my research and oh what glowing reviews, "it slices, it dices, it cradles, it rocks..." whatev, it ain't worth the money!
There are just certain things that are all but impossible to find quality and so far they are:
Top of the list and currently most annoying - mattresses. No longer my grandma's great mattress that I helped her 'flip' like it was a pancake just golden brown. Nope, about every year I find that my bed is giving me backache and I am stuck in what amounts to a hammock. Then for the next year or two I tell myself big lies such as, "this is a very good quality mattress it cannot be failing already", "the reviews were so good on this mattress clearly it is my posture", "no way is it time to replace this thing, it looks brand new" blah, blah, blah until I finally break down and buy a yet another 'high end' name brand bed with a "lifetime" or "25 yr" warranty. The problem is that the sag in the bed has to be 4-6 inches deep before the warranty is 'upheld'. Well, it is only taking 2 inches of dip to make my ass ache! No more, mattresses have now joined the ranks of items that I will no longer pay big dollars for expecting longevity. I will buy inexpensive and see if I can get a year or two.
Vaccuum cleaners. Nope. No more vaccuums of my childhood that looked like antiques by the time I was born. They just kept going and going and going... if they weren't working you changed the belt or bag, plugged it in and we were back in the saddle.I have tried Windmakers, Suction Riders, Crumb Grabbers and more for $700 - $1200 in hopes that I would find a vaccuum cleaner like dear old mom had. Forget about it. Even servicing the plastic gadgetry costs more than it is worth, and the filters, belts, dual hepa blah blah bags are a fortune. Now. I will spend $100 max, maybe used - except ick the bed bug thing - no new, $100 and hope for the best.
Blenders. I remember having the same danged avocado green blender my entire childhood! For goodness sakes it never died! As an adult I kept trying to get a topnotch blender that would last well, at least my lifetime. For a while there I was again in denial. Especially in that, like most U.S. families today there is a food processor and a grinder so the blender is really only for smoothies. The danged thing oughta last a long time! Nope. Finally, at least 5 over $80 highly rated blenders the last of which didn't even give 10 blends (you already know I didn't have the danged box!). No more than $20 for a blender, when it bites it bites...
Televisions. I will bet the first t.v. I ever owned is still alive somewhere... Why did I need bigger and better which turned out not to be better at all. They just get worse and worse. This morning I discovered that the 40 whatever inch living room t.v. cannot connect with the d.v.d. player due to one of the inlets or whatever they are called has 'failed'. Not going to do a doggone thing about it. When that bells and whistles jerk plays out I will replace with something that costs no more than $200.
Coffee pots, toasters, mixers, electric knives - nope, all crap... $20 max going forward.
Nothing spellls disgusting consumer like all of the above. Maybe I can find our old avocado blender in a thrift store for $5.
My over $2000 bed that is less than 2 years old is one big sag hole! A big ol' piece of lumpage! I am so over it. I did my research and oh what glowing reviews, "it slices, it dices, it cradles, it rocks..." whatev, it ain't worth the money!
There are just certain things that are all but impossible to find quality and so far they are:
Top of the list and currently most annoying - mattresses. No longer my grandma's great mattress that I helped her 'flip' like it was a pancake just golden brown. Nope, about every year I find that my bed is giving me backache and I am stuck in what amounts to a hammock. Then for the next year or two I tell myself big lies such as, "this is a very good quality mattress it cannot be failing already", "the reviews were so good on this mattress clearly it is my posture", "no way is it time to replace this thing, it looks brand new" blah, blah, blah until I finally break down and buy a yet another 'high end' name brand bed with a "lifetime" or "25 yr" warranty. The problem is that the sag in the bed has to be 4-6 inches deep before the warranty is 'upheld'. Well, it is only taking 2 inches of dip to make my ass ache! No more, mattresses have now joined the ranks of items that I will no longer pay big dollars for expecting longevity. I will buy inexpensive and see if I can get a year or two.
Vaccuum cleaners. Nope. No more vaccuums of my childhood that looked like antiques by the time I was born. They just kept going and going and going... if they weren't working you changed the belt or bag, plugged it in and we were back in the saddle.I have tried Windmakers, Suction Riders, Crumb Grabbers and more for $700 - $1200 in hopes that I would find a vaccuum cleaner like dear old mom had. Forget about it. Even servicing the plastic gadgetry costs more than it is worth, and the filters, belts, dual hepa blah blah bags are a fortune. Now. I will spend $100 max, maybe used - except ick the bed bug thing - no new, $100 and hope for the best.
Blenders. I remember having the same danged avocado green blender my entire childhood! For goodness sakes it never died! As an adult I kept trying to get a topnotch blender that would last well, at least my lifetime. For a while there I was again in denial. Especially in that, like most U.S. families today there is a food processor and a grinder so the blender is really only for smoothies. The danged thing oughta last a long time! Nope. Finally, at least 5 over $80 highly rated blenders the last of which didn't even give 10 blends (you already know I didn't have the danged box!). No more than $20 for a blender, when it bites it bites...
Televisions. I will bet the first t.v. I ever owned is still alive somewhere... Why did I need bigger and better which turned out not to be better at all. They just get worse and worse. This morning I discovered that the 40 whatever inch living room t.v. cannot connect with the d.v.d. player due to one of the inlets or whatever they are called has 'failed'. Not going to do a doggone thing about it. When that bells and whistles jerk plays out I will replace with something that costs no more than $200.
Coffee pots, toasters, mixers, electric knives - nope, all crap... $20 max going forward.
Nothing spellls disgusting consumer like all of the above. Maybe I can find our old avocado blender in a thrift store for $5.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Shut Up Cosby
Shut Your Bone Hole Bill Cosby!
Sheesh! I just watched the lip flappin’ Cosby visiting recent flood victims. He was talking to an old woman devastated by recent tornadoes and floods in the south. He actually said in the most patronizing, paternalistic tone, “You know God does what?” Come on finish the sentence…” “Come on…” Finally someone, maybe the woman herself said, “helps themselves.”
Okay, let’s set the record straight: God did not say that! There is no scripture in the bible as we know it that even implies, much less directly states, that “God helps those who help themselves”. While we are on the subject, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness” is not biblical either. Um, “God don’t like ugly”. Nope, not there.
Anyway, what the hell is Cosby on a tear about. I know that he is frustrated with various ‘elements’ in black America. Aren’t we all? There are all manner of things I’d like to change but ultimately we all have to walk our own walk and talk our own talk.
Antagonizing people usually does not promote change. Denigrating people usually is not helpful either.
Good for Cosby that he can afford to support his lifestyle including his infidelity or infidelities. The have is talking smack to the have nots or those whose gain is ill gotten (his outburst about baybay’s kids and sagging). Really? Shut up Bill Cosby. Your credibility is on the line too! The difference between you and ‘the elements’ is money.
Sheesh! I just watched the lip flappin’ Cosby visiting recent flood victims. He was talking to an old woman devastated by recent tornadoes and floods in the south. He actually said in the most patronizing, paternalistic tone, “You know God does what?” Come on finish the sentence…” “Come on…” Finally someone, maybe the woman herself said, “helps themselves.”
Okay, let’s set the record straight: God did not say that! There is no scripture in the bible as we know it that even implies, much less directly states, that “God helps those who help themselves”. While we are on the subject, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness” is not biblical either. Um, “God don’t like ugly”. Nope, not there.
Anyway, what the hell is Cosby on a tear about. I know that he is frustrated with various ‘elements’ in black America. Aren’t we all? There are all manner of things I’d like to change but ultimately we all have to walk our own walk and talk our own talk.
Antagonizing people usually does not promote change. Denigrating people usually is not helpful either.
Good for Cosby that he can afford to support his lifestyle including his infidelity or infidelities. The have is talking smack to the have nots or those whose gain is ill gotten (his outburst about baybay’s kids and sagging). Really? Shut up Bill Cosby. Your credibility is on the line too! The difference between you and ‘the elements’ is money.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Gawkers and Gapers
Gaping = staring, open-mouthed
Gawking = staring stupidly at something
Okay, I have finally figured out what is chapping my hide so.
I am deeply unsettled at the notion that I am from a country of gawking and gaping. I want to say it isn’t so, I want it to go away but alas it is not and will not and is only getting worse.
Mind you getting to the facts of the matter was a great exercise for me. I had to ask myself - why am I so bothered by all of this reality TV., Charlie Sheen mania, royal wedding hoopla, glued to professional sports stuff not limited to all of the goings on surrounding all of it e.g. the wives, the steroids, the d.v., the whole shebang.
It was as though the lights came on and I had arrived! It was all of the disgusting-despicable-get a Frickin life of your own- how do you have time for such malarkey- people are starving- how crazy can you be madness that inevitably brought me to: there is something so thoroughly unappealing about the spectators on/of other people’s lives. It begs the eternal, “what the hell are you here for”… I mean, sucking up air, space and resources in general only to be off gassed while gawking and gaping…
Of course I took it to the next level and begged the question, Do those who are really living need spectators? I mean do the non-living need to be there to validate the rest? Um, nope. Don’t care who is watching I am going to be doing me. Well then, what purpose DO spectators serve? Ah! They are consumers of all things copycat! They are the drinkers of the kool-aid, the ones who will buy whatever their favorite athlete/singer/actor etc is selling! They drive our economy! Without the shamelessness of plebeians all of the floor shows televised and otherwise ‘in the news’ on a daily basis would have no meaning.
I wonder what percentage of humanity - well of humanity that can afford non-living e.g. don’t have to scrape out an existence day in and day, aren’t inundated with war and personal safety concerns everyday, can eat slop and swill at their leisure - are gapers and gawkers? Anybody care to take a guess?
Hmmm, how to help children know how to live, to see more value in their own lived experiences than in watching someone else’s… a new mission is born!
Gawking = staring stupidly at something
Okay, I have finally figured out what is chapping my hide so.
I am deeply unsettled at the notion that I am from a country of gawking and gaping. I want to say it isn’t so, I want it to go away but alas it is not and will not and is only getting worse.
Mind you getting to the facts of the matter was a great exercise for me. I had to ask myself - why am I so bothered by all of this reality TV., Charlie Sheen mania, royal wedding hoopla, glued to professional sports stuff not limited to all of the goings on surrounding all of it e.g. the wives, the steroids, the d.v., the whole shebang.
It was as though the lights came on and I had arrived! It was all of the disgusting-despicable-get a Frickin life of your own- how do you have time for such malarkey- people are starving- how crazy can you be madness that inevitably brought me to: there is something so thoroughly unappealing about the spectators on/of other people’s lives. It begs the eternal, “what the hell are you here for”… I mean, sucking up air, space and resources in general only to be off gassed while gawking and gaping…
Of course I took it to the next level and begged the question, Do those who are really living need spectators? I mean do the non-living need to be there to validate the rest? Um, nope. Don’t care who is watching I am going to be doing me. Well then, what purpose DO spectators serve? Ah! They are consumers of all things copycat! They are the drinkers of the kool-aid, the ones who will buy whatever their favorite athlete/singer/actor etc is selling! They drive our economy! Without the shamelessness of plebeians all of the floor shows televised and otherwise ‘in the news’ on a daily basis would have no meaning.
I wonder what percentage of humanity - well of humanity that can afford non-living e.g. don’t have to scrape out an existence day in and day, aren’t inundated with war and personal safety concerns everyday, can eat slop and swill at their leisure - are gapers and gawkers? Anybody care to take a guess?
Hmmm, how to help children know how to live, to see more value in their own lived experiences than in watching someone else’s… a new mission is born!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Prayer Answered!
Please indulge me while I take a trip to just one of those times in life when I believe God answered my prayer.
I was always a large child. The tallest and sometimes largest in class in elementary school. The girl who skipped right past the girl’s department and went straight for grown assed woman. This was before the time you could get tall and tall between pants so mine were all either high waters or men’s which fit me terribly since I already had a very female body. Clothes were not cute and shopping was a dismal nightmare filled with my mother’s angst, my frustration and my younger brother’s “I’m so bored I am going to die right here!” exclamations throughout the stores. Yes, shopping was put off until the very last possible moment each school year with the pickings’ slim and tensions high. Recipe for a tear filled event.
This particular day I was 10 years old and nearly 5’8” and YIKES I wore a size 10 shoe. 10 and 10. I was shocked to find myself in a size 10 woman’s shoe. It seemed like just a few months before I was a 7.5...
I had bee lined into the store to try to beat my mother to her ‘sensible’ and never wear out choices of some type or another which would include but not be limited to saddle oxfords, Doc Martin equivalents or some other indestructible-before-they-were-popular lug sole. Well lookey lookey. A lovely pair of two toned black patent with olive green suede shoes. I immediately asked for them in a 7.5. The shoe salesman brought them out and it was as though I was one of Cinderella’s ugly stepsisters. I could not squeeze, press, beg, stuff or otherwise cajole my gigantic hoof into that shoe. I asked for an 8. The salesman looked embarrassed for me and suggested we just give the foot slide rule situation a check. I remember being aware of my mom nearby saying things to both me and the salesman but me not listening, I was in shock, afraid to find out what size shoe I now wore.
She was holding the wretched rust/beige indestructible saddle oxford in her hand saying something while the salesman bent down and placed my big ol’ foot on the evil measuring slide. Loudly, “well, it looks like you were WAY off. Size 10. Yep. That’s a size 10, maybe a 10.5”. I was stricken. Whadinduhell??????? I remember getting that ’I’m about to cry’ feeling. I held up the patent/suede two toned situation and had the guts to ask for it in a size 10, well I had to recoup something of my dignity didn't I?! You should have seen those big skate board looking shoes! I don’t know if it was the 2 colors or the two different materials or what but those shoes looked like they were a size 16. Of course I tried it on. It fit. I INSISTED that I had to have them. I NEEDED them. My mom looked deflated and defeated and so wilted… she didn’t have it in her to insist on my trying more shoes bless her heart. Nor did she have it in her to tell me that they were the biggest most ridiculous shoes she had ever seen and that I would feel and look like bozo the clown with them on.
I had to go forward as though I was fine. I had to pretend that I wasn’t surprised or scared that me feet had grown gigantic in a matter of months. I had to pretend that I wasn't having thoughts of foot binding or what I could do to fold my toes back without breaking them.
When I got home I went to my room, knelt by the side of my bed and cried out to God, “Please God! Please! Don’t let my feet grow not another bit. Not at all. Not a micrometer. Oh, please God, they can’t grow anymore. Make them stop!” I wept. I stayed in my room for hours wondering about my future. Just how tall was I going to get. Could and would God stop my feet from growing more?
Some weeks later my picture taking aunt drove up excited to share her most recently developed film. There I stood in all my glory with the great, great, great big black and green shoes on. I don’t know if the dowdy skirt and half calf knee highs (because those were one size fits all then too so most of my sock calf was taken up in footage) really made it that much worse or not but they sure seemed to. Nobody said anything to me. They didn’t need to.
Within a matter of hours I had dragged my feet along every curb, every rock filled driveway and any brick I could find in my neighborhood and had those shoes thoroughly torn up. I came inside and announced that, “oops, my shoes were messed up”. My father made some comment about my being a ‘big foot woman’ which became one of his terms of endearment for me and my mom said, “Get in the car”. Silently she drove us back to the shoe store. Without a single word she waltzed in, asked for a pair of rust and beige saddle oxfords in a women’s size 10. Handed them to me to try on. Paid for them and told me to ‘get the bag’. Those danged shoes were so big and luggly. They were indestructible and I never outgrew them.
I still wear a size 10 shoe!
I was always a large child. The tallest and sometimes largest in class in elementary school. The girl who skipped right past the girl’s department and went straight for grown assed woman. This was before the time you could get tall and tall between pants so mine were all either high waters or men’s which fit me terribly since I already had a very female body. Clothes were not cute and shopping was a dismal nightmare filled with my mother’s angst, my frustration and my younger brother’s “I’m so bored I am going to die right here!” exclamations throughout the stores. Yes, shopping was put off until the very last possible moment each school year with the pickings’ slim and tensions high. Recipe for a tear filled event.
This particular day I was 10 years old and nearly 5’8” and YIKES I wore a size 10 shoe. 10 and 10. I was shocked to find myself in a size 10 woman’s shoe. It seemed like just a few months before I was a 7.5...
I had bee lined into the store to try to beat my mother to her ‘sensible’ and never wear out choices of some type or another which would include but not be limited to saddle oxfords, Doc Martin equivalents or some other indestructible-before-they-were-popular lug sole. Well lookey lookey. A lovely pair of two toned black patent with olive green suede shoes. I immediately asked for them in a 7.5. The shoe salesman brought them out and it was as though I was one of Cinderella’s ugly stepsisters. I could not squeeze, press, beg, stuff or otherwise cajole my gigantic hoof into that shoe. I asked for an 8. The salesman looked embarrassed for me and suggested we just give the foot slide rule situation a check. I remember being aware of my mom nearby saying things to both me and the salesman but me not listening, I was in shock, afraid to find out what size shoe I now wore.
She was holding the wretched rust/beige indestructible saddle oxford in her hand saying something while the salesman bent down and placed my big ol’ foot on the evil measuring slide. Loudly, “well, it looks like you were WAY off. Size 10. Yep. That’s a size 10, maybe a 10.5”. I was stricken. Whadinduhell??????? I remember getting that ’I’m about to cry’ feeling. I held up the patent/suede two toned situation and had the guts to ask for it in a size 10, well I had to recoup something of my dignity didn't I?! You should have seen those big skate board looking shoes! I don’t know if it was the 2 colors or the two different materials or what but those shoes looked like they were a size 16. Of course I tried it on. It fit. I INSISTED that I had to have them. I NEEDED them. My mom looked deflated and defeated and so wilted… she didn’t have it in her to insist on my trying more shoes bless her heart. Nor did she have it in her to tell me that they were the biggest most ridiculous shoes she had ever seen and that I would feel and look like bozo the clown with them on.
I had to go forward as though I was fine. I had to pretend that I wasn’t surprised or scared that me feet had grown gigantic in a matter of months. I had to pretend that I wasn't having thoughts of foot binding or what I could do to fold my toes back without breaking them.
When I got home I went to my room, knelt by the side of my bed and cried out to God, “Please God! Please! Don’t let my feet grow not another bit. Not at all. Not a micrometer. Oh, please God, they can’t grow anymore. Make them stop!” I wept. I stayed in my room for hours wondering about my future. Just how tall was I going to get. Could and would God stop my feet from growing more?
Some weeks later my picture taking aunt drove up excited to share her most recently developed film. There I stood in all my glory with the great, great, great big black and green shoes on. I don’t know if the dowdy skirt and half calf knee highs (because those were one size fits all then too so most of my sock calf was taken up in footage) really made it that much worse or not but they sure seemed to. Nobody said anything to me. They didn’t need to.
Within a matter of hours I had dragged my feet along every curb, every rock filled driveway and any brick I could find in my neighborhood and had those shoes thoroughly torn up. I came inside and announced that, “oops, my shoes were messed up”. My father made some comment about my being a ‘big foot woman’ which became one of his terms of endearment for me and my mom said, “Get in the car”. Silently she drove us back to the shoe store. Without a single word she waltzed in, asked for a pair of rust and beige saddle oxfords in a women’s size 10. Handed them to me to try on. Paid for them and told me to ‘get the bag’. Those danged shoes were so big and luggly. They were indestructible and I never outgrew them.
I still wear a size 10 shoe!
Sorry! sorry! sorry!
Sorry, sorry, sorry!
Okay my peeps! I quit submitting stuff because I was feeling like Debbie Downer! I am happy to continue if you are happy to join me in my goings on…
Here’s some stuff that’s working me over:
1 - The Royal Frickin Wedding. Let’s start with the fact that I wish them well. Many happy, healthy, lovely blah blahs… as I wish every marrying and/or married couple. Ain’t that ‘nough said? Do we need to focus on it for even one more second?
2 - K. The Middle East. Can we all pray, send some positive energy, juju, love, peace vibe? I am hurtin’ for the human spirit. That drive, desire, thirst to be free. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t want freedom. I don’t know anyone who does not want to try to create the nature of their own reality. They aren’t just acting up/out they are crying freedom. God be with them.
3 - Reality TV. doing whatever with the stars and all of the other faux TV. that people spend their precious time and energy checking out of their own reality for ought to be telling us something about our collective pain, numbness or lack of participation in each others’ existence. I know that I would rather spend my evening with you - listening to your stories, hearing about your life, being sad, happy, angry, joyful than I would sitting in front of the mindlessness that checks us out of life. Any day. Everyday. I’d rather be with someone I care about than zoned out in front of the box.
4 - Gang stuff. Here is something that blew my mind. I was seated next to a most enjoyable young woman on a recent flight. It didn’t take long before we were talking about life stuff. She was attempting relocation back to the west coast, preferably Oregon. She explained that she is originally from a town right near the Arctic Circle where a ‘trip to town’ is a two day venture. I was very curious about her existence there which she happily shared with me. Ah, Aurora Borealis… one day… one day… Sarah ‘Gosh Darned Nuts’ Palin and what the regular folks in Alaska think of her and day to day life. She told me that some days they get 3 to 4 hours of light and other things we all know about Alaska but wait - get this - she talked about how her town of approximately 8,000 had gotten overwhelmed with what to do about their GANG problem. Yes, I said it, their lip flippin’ gang problem! Go figure.
5 - There is a part of me that wants to ask what the world is coming to but I needn’t bother… the writing is on the wall and it ain’t pretty. Hell in a hand basket! I don’t even feel doom and gloom. I am more of a mind to live it up! Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we shall die! Care to dance anyone? I may not be a star but I am fun and I will be fully present with and for you. Will you for me… “If that’s all there is my friend, let’s keep dancing”. I don’t feel like looking up that lyric to quote it properly. I need to dance.
Okay my peeps! I quit submitting stuff because I was feeling like Debbie Downer! I am happy to continue if you are happy to join me in my goings on…
Here’s some stuff that’s working me over:
1 - The Royal Frickin Wedding. Let’s start with the fact that I wish them well. Many happy, healthy, lovely blah blahs… as I wish every marrying and/or married couple. Ain’t that ‘nough said? Do we need to focus on it for even one more second?
2 - K. The Middle East. Can we all pray, send some positive energy, juju, love, peace vibe? I am hurtin’ for the human spirit. That drive, desire, thirst to be free. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t want freedom. I don’t know anyone who does not want to try to create the nature of their own reality. They aren’t just acting up/out they are crying freedom. God be with them.
3 - Reality TV. doing whatever with the stars and all of the other faux TV. that people spend their precious time and energy checking out of their own reality for ought to be telling us something about our collective pain, numbness or lack of participation in each others’ existence. I know that I would rather spend my evening with you - listening to your stories, hearing about your life, being sad, happy, angry, joyful than I would sitting in front of the mindlessness that checks us out of life. Any day. Everyday. I’d rather be with someone I care about than zoned out in front of the box.
4 - Gang stuff. Here is something that blew my mind. I was seated next to a most enjoyable young woman on a recent flight. It didn’t take long before we were talking about life stuff. She was attempting relocation back to the west coast, preferably Oregon. She explained that she is originally from a town right near the Arctic Circle where a ‘trip to town’ is a two day venture. I was very curious about her existence there which she happily shared with me. Ah, Aurora Borealis… one day… one day… Sarah ‘Gosh Darned Nuts’ Palin and what the regular folks in Alaska think of her and day to day life. She told me that some days they get 3 to 4 hours of light and other things we all know about Alaska but wait - get this - she talked about how her town of approximately 8,000 had gotten overwhelmed with what to do about their GANG problem. Yes, I said it, their lip flippin’ gang problem! Go figure.
5 - There is a part of me that wants to ask what the world is coming to but I needn’t bother… the writing is on the wall and it ain’t pretty. Hell in a hand basket! I don’t even feel doom and gloom. I am more of a mind to live it up! Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we shall die! Care to dance anyone? I may not be a star but I am fun and I will be fully present with and for you. Will you for me… “If that’s all there is my friend, let’s keep dancing”. I don’t feel like looking up that lyric to quote it properly. I need to dance.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
We ain't scared of you God!
God Fearin’ Americans? That’s a Big Fat Lie!
I know a little bitty something about the God of Christianity - at least as the bible represents God. Based on what I read of scripture I am going to venture to say that:
God is no respecter of persons.
The earth is God’s and everything (everyone too?) in it.
Jesus, God incarnate, is pure unadulterated love.
God directs us to help each other - one and all - e.g. we are our sibling’s keeper like it or not.
God’s the potter, we are the clay. Some clay is made for noble purposes and some for common use. God determines that, yes?
There is one body and many parts. How can the hand tell the foot that it does not belong yadda yadda.
God has many sheep that are not of this sheepfold.
Jesus said, “As you do to the least of these you do to me” (paraphrased).
Oh my how I could go on… these are but a few of the things that I hold near and dear when I think of my faith… then I lose my, er, um, fervor shall we say when I:
Listen to Sarah Palin and other right wing, ‘tea party’ politicians carp about us becoming ‘socialists’… really? Is that because God calls us to take care of our poor and needy. Because God says that they will always be among us. We ain’t afraid of you God! If we were we would care for our poor people.
And the ‘Christians’ spewing their filth about having Muslims in their midst. A mosque in their neighborhoods. Demonstrating their rage and railing against their ‘fellow’ human beings. We ain’t scared of you God! If we were we would extend our hand and show love to them so that our joy would be full and you would be pleased.
Oh and our leaders turning a blind eye to the Pharisees (big business) while they hoard all of that filthy lucre in their storehouses - otherwise known as banks - for the moths to eat and for it to rust and rot being squandered hither and yawn instead of being used to see that children are fed and educated, people are sheltered and have medical treatment? We don’t fear you God! Ha! If we did we would experience extreme shame, put on sackcloth and ashes, weep mourn and wail, repent and spread the wealth! We are going to take our chances getting through the eye of that needle - cuz we ain’t scared of You!
Our mentally ill? Our less desirable ones? We warehouse them God. We don’t a little sumpin’ sumpin’ here and there to make ourselves think that we are being generous. We ‘give’ of our bounty - which boils down to a pittance. We blame them for their plight, their parents and anyone but ourselves for circumstance and self righteously go to our upscale homes, drink our pretentious wine, eat our frivolous foods and scoff at the pathetic dregs. We ain’t scared of you God! You keep blessin’ us don’t you?
God just so you know… we are the boss of everything we Americans, You are not. We give lip service to submitting to you but we both know we don’t mean it deep down where it counts. After all, you gave us all of this might and power to use cuz you think that we are the REAL chosen ones right God? And we think the Jews are darned fine folk since they know you too - in their weird Old Testament kinda way… I mean sheesh God. We are practically so great that we didn’t need to be saved! What? What do you mean maybe we are not?
I know a little bitty something about the God of Christianity - at least as the bible represents God. Based on what I read of scripture I am going to venture to say that:
God is no respecter of persons.
The earth is God’s and everything (everyone too?) in it.
Jesus, God incarnate, is pure unadulterated love.
God directs us to help each other - one and all - e.g. we are our sibling’s keeper like it or not.
God’s the potter, we are the clay. Some clay is made for noble purposes and some for common use. God determines that, yes?
There is one body and many parts. How can the hand tell the foot that it does not belong yadda yadda.
God has many sheep that are not of this sheepfold.
Jesus said, “As you do to the least of these you do to me” (paraphrased).
Oh my how I could go on… these are but a few of the things that I hold near and dear when I think of my faith… then I lose my, er, um, fervor shall we say when I:
Listen to Sarah Palin and other right wing, ‘tea party’ politicians carp about us becoming ‘socialists’… really? Is that because God calls us to take care of our poor and needy. Because God says that they will always be among us. We ain’t afraid of you God! If we were we would care for our poor people.
And the ‘Christians’ spewing their filth about having Muslims in their midst. A mosque in their neighborhoods. Demonstrating their rage and railing against their ‘fellow’ human beings. We ain’t scared of you God! If we were we would extend our hand and show love to them so that our joy would be full and you would be pleased.
Oh and our leaders turning a blind eye to the Pharisees (big business) while they hoard all of that filthy lucre in their storehouses - otherwise known as banks - for the moths to eat and for it to rust and rot being squandered hither and yawn instead of being used to see that children are fed and educated, people are sheltered and have medical treatment? We don’t fear you God! Ha! If we did we would experience extreme shame, put on sackcloth and ashes, weep mourn and wail, repent and spread the wealth! We are going to take our chances getting through the eye of that needle - cuz we ain’t scared of You!
Our mentally ill? Our less desirable ones? We warehouse them God. We don’t a little sumpin’ sumpin’ here and there to make ourselves think that we are being generous. We ‘give’ of our bounty - which boils down to a pittance. We blame them for their plight, their parents and anyone but ourselves for circumstance and self righteously go to our upscale homes, drink our pretentious wine, eat our frivolous foods and scoff at the pathetic dregs. We ain’t scared of you God! You keep blessin’ us don’t you?
God just so you know… we are the boss of everything we Americans, You are not. We give lip service to submitting to you but we both know we don’t mean it deep down where it counts. After all, you gave us all of this might and power to use cuz you think that we are the REAL chosen ones right God? And we think the Jews are darned fine folk since they know you too - in their weird Old Testament kinda way… I mean sheesh God. We are practically so great that we didn’t need to be saved! What? What do you mean maybe we are not?
Monday, March 28, 2011
My Son, My Brother, My Father?
Yet ANOTHER account of the gang rape of a young girl in the news today! That‘s 3 particularly heinous ones in the past months). My innards scream out! My core writhes! My spirit shrieks in horror! I want justice and I want it now! I am crazed and going crazier! I have visions of torture and torment to each and every one of the barbarians who used their penises as weapons to degrade, destroy, defeat, subdue and denigrate. I want the Public Square! I want the stockades! I want a ticker tape listing over each of their heads with their full names, dates of birth and crimes running steadily. Let’s gather all of our waste. Construction sight scraps, leavings of food, junk we have lying around place them next to the stockade and have at it! Want something to do on your lunch hour? Think about the victims and then mosey on down to the Public Square and have at it! Get some exercise! Practice your swing! To the death! Gone with them! No clogging of the courts, no warehousing of the vermin! Done! Finished! BuhBye!
The gift to males that is intended for love, intimacy, procreation and joy has been rendered foul and indecent, vile and hate filled. And what of their own daughters and sisters and mothers? How can they look the people who love them in their eyes? What happens when a woman one of them loves asks what they were thinking? What happens when their own children ask what their father did? Their uncle did? Their brother did?
What of the victims? Will they trust again? Will they live in fear all the days of their lives? Will they sit vigil as external entities over their own bodies, hearts, souls and minds until they take their last breath? Will they be driven to drink, drug, and self destruct? Who will help them pick up their fractured psyches? Their shattered selves? Will they ever be able to know love making? Will they ever be able to walk freely alone?
My heart keeps trying to tell me that I am no better than they if I am filled with such rage, such vitriol, such disgust and loathing. Violence begets violence, right? An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind doesn’t it? If I am struck in the cheek turn the other for a smack, yes? “Vengeance is mine says the Lord” right? I am poisoning myself, huh?
For today this is what is real. I will not apologize for wanting some other mother’s son humiliated and then dead. I can’t find any sympathy while our daughter’s are scarred, horrified and haunted for life.
The gift to males that is intended for love, intimacy, procreation and joy has been rendered foul and indecent, vile and hate filled. And what of their own daughters and sisters and mothers? How can they look the people who love them in their eyes? What happens when a woman one of them loves asks what they were thinking? What happens when their own children ask what their father did? Their uncle did? Their brother did?
What of the victims? Will they trust again? Will they live in fear all the days of their lives? Will they sit vigil as external entities over their own bodies, hearts, souls and minds until they take their last breath? Will they be driven to drink, drug, and self destruct? Who will help them pick up their fractured psyches? Their shattered selves? Will they ever be able to know love making? Will they ever be able to walk freely alone?
My heart keeps trying to tell me that I am no better than they if I am filled with such rage, such vitriol, such disgust and loathing. Violence begets violence, right? An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind doesn’t it? If I am struck in the cheek turn the other for a smack, yes? “Vengeance is mine says the Lord” right? I am poisoning myself, huh?
For today this is what is real. I will not apologize for wanting some other mother’s son humiliated and then dead. I can’t find any sympathy while our daughter’s are scarred, horrified and haunted for life.
The Perfect Man
So, being on the dating scene is whole 'nother kinda crazy trip... I won't bore you all with my various trivails but I will say the next man who tells me that he is looking for his 'queen' - as though he is royalty (which I don't believe in or give any credence to anyway), or the men who are looking for their frickin' 'rib' - as though he is not complete in and of himself, and finally the men who are looking for their 'proverbs 31 woman' - if you have never read it or need to familiarize yourself with it then please do. Everyone needs a woman like her, heck I want a woman like her myself, oh, yea, there is no such woman... Wull, if the fellas are looking for their Proverbs 31 Woman then I am looking for my Proverbs 32 Man! Here he is:
Wull, what about a Proverbs 31.5 Man?
A Proverbs 32:10-31 Man
The Noble Husband
10 who can find a husband of noble character? For his value is far more than diamonds.
11 the heart of his wife safely trusts him; so she will have no lack of success
12 he does her good and never evil all the days of his life
13 he finds household repairs to complete without being harranged and keeps her car clean and well maintained
14 he is like an expert import/exporter, he brings her coffee, perfume and shoes from oversees
15 he gets up before sunrise and ensures that his refrigerator is full of nutritious food for his family with enough for any hungry friends and guests
16 he considers a rental property and negotiates a good deal on it; from his profits he invests in college funds for the children
17 he works out and stays fit never indulging in smoking or excessive drinking
18 he makes every effort to buy quality. He does not turn out his light at night until he knows that his household is secure and that his family is safe
19 he can multitask and never sits idle in front of the television
20 he extends his hand with something in it for others especially the needy, yes, he reaches out his hands to any he finds with a need he can fulfill
21 he does not worry about bad weather coming because his house is in good shape, he has emergency supplies and knows how to survive in tough times
22 he dresses tastefully; his clothing are good quality, well made
23 his wife is known around the city, she walks with her head held high secure in his love and respect for her
24 he is a craftsman and makes a handsome profit from the pieces he produces, he is a supplier of much needed parts to local businesses
25 strength and honor are his clothing; he will rejoice only when it is time
26 he opens his mouth with wisdom and on his tongue is nothing but kindness
27 he keeps a close eye on his household and does not give in to laziness
28 his children get up in the morning calling him blessed; his wife also, and she praises him
29 many sons have done well, but he exceeds them all
30 charm is deceiving and handsomeness fades, but a man who knows the Lord, he will be treated with dignity and respect
31 give him some of what he has made and let his own works praise him around the city.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tolerance
I am going to come right out and tell you that I do not like the word tolerance. I became especially aware of my dislike when I started hearing so much of it in diversity trainings.
Think about it for a minute people. What things in life do you tolerate? Some things that come to mind for me are ants, sometimes mice, cigarette smoke and someone loudly on their mobile in public for a few. Okay, all of these things are lip flippin' irritations to me - but sometimes I am in a position where I have to tolerate them. You probably have your own list of stuff that you would really rather not experience, yes? I don't want to be bothered with them and I want them to go away a.s.a.p. I have no intention of changing my perspective on them and will do my best to remove myself or remove whatever it is that I am tolerating at the time.
That's where good ol' human beings come in. The thought of someone tolerating me - be it due to my gender, ethnicity, faith or whatever is reprehensible to me! Puleeze! Do Not, I repeat, Do Not tolerate me! Get out of my way and I will get out of yours. Do any of us truly want to be tolerated? Maybe we can reach an understanding, maybe we can negotiate and agree where we can and agree to disagree where we can't. I have an open mind/spirit to most human beings but not all. There are acts that are so vile or heinous that people commit which cause me to know that I cannot expend one iota of energy 'understanding'. Nope, that is what Jesus is for. Otherwise, let's be decent folks, okay.
We are all different and that to me is a wonderful thing. It is not painful or unpleasant for me to get to know who you are and where you are coming from. If we reach a point that no more need be said then so be it. I didn't tolerate you though my sister or brother, I got to experience another human being sharing with me who they are and maybe they told me a little bit about what they need in the world to get along. Maybe I have some of that to offer and maybe I don't now but will develop some skills in that area. No matter. We experienced each other.
Think about it for a minute people. What things in life do you tolerate? Some things that come to mind for me are ants, sometimes mice, cigarette smoke and someone loudly on their mobile in public for a few. Okay, all of these things are lip flippin' irritations to me - but sometimes I am in a position where I have to tolerate them. You probably have your own list of stuff that you would really rather not experience, yes? I don't want to be bothered with them and I want them to go away a.s.a.p. I have no intention of changing my perspective on them and will do my best to remove myself or remove whatever it is that I am tolerating at the time.
That's where good ol' human beings come in. The thought of someone tolerating me - be it due to my gender, ethnicity, faith or whatever is reprehensible to me! Puleeze! Do Not, I repeat, Do Not tolerate me! Get out of my way and I will get out of yours. Do any of us truly want to be tolerated? Maybe we can reach an understanding, maybe we can negotiate and agree where we can and agree to disagree where we can't. I have an open mind/spirit to most human beings but not all. There are acts that are so vile or heinous that people commit which cause me to know that I cannot expend one iota of energy 'understanding'. Nope, that is what Jesus is for. Otherwise, let's be decent folks, okay.
We are all different and that to me is a wonderful thing. It is not painful or unpleasant for me to get to know who you are and where you are coming from. If we reach a point that no more need be said then so be it. I didn't tolerate you though my sister or brother, I got to experience another human being sharing with me who they are and maybe they told me a little bit about what they need in the world to get along. Maybe I have some of that to offer and maybe I don't now but will develop some skills in that area. No matter. We experienced each other.
On Minimizing…
I don’t know if I am just now paying attention or if this is a new phenom. This business of minimizing things that happen, especially when it is coming from the mouth of the person that did the deed or said the thing that has been said.
What am I talking about? Wull, for instance Oregon’s former (and formerly well respected) governor admitted to “having sex with” a young girl starting when she was 13 or 14 years old. Ur, um, Neil and all of you reporters who have/are covering the crime it is called RAPE. The man repeatedly raped the child. If he did not force her body he certainly forced/coerced her mind, and spirit.
I am disgusted with the verbiage that adults ‘fondled’ children. Ur, um, lemme help you out with that - it is called molestation. Children are frequently preyed upon by grown people who rationalize their twisted behavior and refuse to use the actual words that are true to the deed. (If they ever cop to the filth of the act in the first place).
How about ‘swiped‘, ‘borrowed’ and ‘bummed’ when the person or entity had no knowledge of the aforementioned? Ur, um, that is called stealing. I observed a teenager with his eye on a pair of very nice, newer tennis shoes in the corner of a gym for a couple of days. I saw the teen walking with the shoes and I asked him how he came by them. He told me that he found them. I suggested then that he take them to the lost and found so that they could make their way to their rightful owner. He was incredulous. He said, “But I found them”. I remarked that they were clearly valuable and that the owner would surely be looking for them. He was irritated with me. I informed him that since the community is so small the person who owned the shoes would surely notice him wearing them to which he replied he did not intend to wear them on sight. I pointed out that that was a clear indication that he knew he was wrong.
Maybe we have been groomed ourselves to the point that we won’t speak truth either. I mean we let advertisers of every stripe oversell and under deliver on their products. We hear people talk about guaranteeing things all of the time that they in no way can/will enforce or ensure. We act as though the speakers credibility is reinforced by their words. I mean ‘had sex with’ sounds so much different than ‘repeatedly or frequently raped’ doesn’t it? Hmmm, Bill and Monica...
Think about the prescription ads that talk about the wonderful things their drug is going to do for us and then in a lower and much faster voice list all of the potentially harmful effects their drug might just have. Remember the weight loss magic that at the end said, “may cause sudden, unexpected and oily stools”?
I could go on but lets suffice it to say that I am committed to using the words that fit the deed in all cases to the best of my ability. Please join me. Maybe we will help give victims a voice by not sugar coating an offense. In a world filled with so much gray there are some areas we can be very clear in. I am further committed to reframing and restating what someone has said to me when they are blowing smoke up my - wull, where the sun don’t shine. Yes? I have to tell you that it feels so utterly refreshing to, in all honesty tell someone that what they are telling you is a sack of dung when you - and they - know it is!
What am I talking about? Wull, for instance Oregon’s former (and formerly well respected) governor admitted to “having sex with” a young girl starting when she was 13 or 14 years old. Ur, um, Neil and all of you reporters who have/are covering the crime it is called RAPE. The man repeatedly raped the child. If he did not force her body he certainly forced/coerced her mind, and spirit.
I am disgusted with the verbiage that adults ‘fondled’ children. Ur, um, lemme help you out with that - it is called molestation. Children are frequently preyed upon by grown people who rationalize their twisted behavior and refuse to use the actual words that are true to the deed. (If they ever cop to the filth of the act in the first place).
How about ‘swiped‘, ‘borrowed’ and ‘bummed’ when the person or entity had no knowledge of the aforementioned? Ur, um, that is called stealing. I observed a teenager with his eye on a pair of very nice, newer tennis shoes in the corner of a gym for a couple of days. I saw the teen walking with the shoes and I asked him how he came by them. He told me that he found them. I suggested then that he take them to the lost and found so that they could make their way to their rightful owner. He was incredulous. He said, “But I found them”. I remarked that they were clearly valuable and that the owner would surely be looking for them. He was irritated with me. I informed him that since the community is so small the person who owned the shoes would surely notice him wearing them to which he replied he did not intend to wear them on sight. I pointed out that that was a clear indication that he knew he was wrong.
Maybe we have been groomed ourselves to the point that we won’t speak truth either. I mean we let advertisers of every stripe oversell and under deliver on their products. We hear people talk about guaranteeing things all of the time that they in no way can/will enforce or ensure. We act as though the speakers credibility is reinforced by their words. I mean ‘had sex with’ sounds so much different than ‘repeatedly or frequently raped’ doesn’t it? Hmmm, Bill and Monica...
Think about the prescription ads that talk about the wonderful things their drug is going to do for us and then in a lower and much faster voice list all of the potentially harmful effects their drug might just have. Remember the weight loss magic that at the end said, “may cause sudden, unexpected and oily stools”?
I could go on but lets suffice it to say that I am committed to using the words that fit the deed in all cases to the best of my ability. Please join me. Maybe we will help give victims a voice by not sugar coating an offense. In a world filled with so much gray there are some areas we can be very clear in. I am further committed to reframing and restating what someone has said to me when they are blowing smoke up my - wull, where the sun don’t shine. Yes? I have to tell you that it feels so utterly refreshing to, in all honesty tell someone that what they are telling you is a sack of dung when you - and they - know it is!
Friday, March 25, 2011
what are you reading and what's worth reading?
Please share recently read and worth reading books:
The Other Side of Paradise by Staceyann Chin - worth reading in that the writing is up close and personal enough to engage. i wanted the protagonist to make it even though, if as represented by her, her personality is/was a bit annoying.
Random Family - don't remember the author, raw, hard to read, it took me for a ride that i couldn't stay on until the end. seldom happens but very worthwhile read.
Enough - by Juan Williams (the NPR reporter who lost his job because of comments he made on Fox News about Muslims) interesting read.
Tipping Point - sheesh, somebody say the author, Malcom Gladwell? I'll do better going forward... anyway the book very interestingly talks about how trends are set and by whom in our culture.
Henrietta Lacks don't remember the author. you will get ticked off. you will understand if you don't already why p.o.c. are suspicious of the U.S. medicine.
Sister Citizen by Melissa Harris Perry. A great read! Find out what life is like as a black woman in America.
White Like Me by Tim Wise. Good ol' Tim he helps white folk recalibrate.
God is not a christian, a jew or a muslim by Carlton Pearson. This book is for grown folks. By that I mean be prepared to free your mind and your ... may follow.
Marcel the Shell by Jenny Slate and Dean something Camp. Okay, it is a children's book that I fell in love with and bought for myself!
The Other Side of Paradise by Staceyann Chin - worth reading in that the writing is up close and personal enough to engage. i wanted the protagonist to make it even though, if as represented by her, her personality is/was a bit annoying.
Random Family - don't remember the author, raw, hard to read, it took me for a ride that i couldn't stay on until the end. seldom happens but very worthwhile read.
Enough - by Juan Williams (the NPR reporter who lost his job because of comments he made on Fox News about Muslims) interesting read.
Tipping Point - sheesh, somebody say the author, Malcom Gladwell? I'll do better going forward... anyway the book very interestingly talks about how trends are set and by whom in our culture.
Henrietta Lacks don't remember the author. you will get ticked off. you will understand if you don't already why p.o.c. are suspicious of the U.S. medicine.
Sister Citizen by Melissa Harris Perry. A great read! Find out what life is like as a black woman in America.
White Like Me by Tim Wise. Good ol' Tim he helps white folk recalibrate.
God is not a christian, a jew or a muslim by Carlton Pearson. This book is for grown folks. By that I mean be prepared to free your mind and your ... may follow.
Marcel the Shell by Jenny Slate and Dean something Camp. Okay, it is a children's book that I fell in love with and bought for myself!
WOMAN VS LADY
WOMAN VS LADY:
OKAY, LET’S GET THIS SORTED OUT ONCE AND FOR ALL…
AND THIS IS THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME OBVIOUSLY. I AM ONLY THE BOSS OF ME AND WHO I AM SO I REALLY DON’T NEED ANYONE ELSE’S DEFINITION, K? WOOT, THERE IT IS = THE FIRST SIGN OF WOMAN!
A WOMAN DEFINES HERSELF. SHE IS NOT CONCERNED ABOUT WHAT THE WORLD THINKS SHE OUGHT TO LOOK LIKE, DRESS LIKE, ACT LIKE OR SPEAK LIKE. SHE IS HER OWN PERSON.
A WOMAN IS FREE. SHE ALLOWS NO ONE TO SET HER STANDARDS, DETERMINE WHAT SHE IS GOING TO DO WITH HER REALITY OR IMPOSE ANY EXTERNAL VALUES ON HER REALITY.
A WOMAN IS COMFORTABLE BEING ‘OUT’ WITH OR WITHOUT MAKEUP, WEARS HEELS WHEN SHE FEELS LIKE IT AND FLATS WHEN SHE DOESN’T. A WOMAN DRESSES FOR THE WEATHER AND/OR HER MOOD AND NOT TO DELIBERATELY ENTICE.
A WOMAN HAS HER OWN UNIQUE BRAND OF APPEAL. YOU WON’T FIND HER STYLE STRAIGHT OUT OF ESSENCE, COSMO, VANITY FAIR OR WHATEVER THE LATEST TREND IS. SHE SETS HER OWN STYLE.
A WOMAN THINKS. SHE WILL CONSIDER WHAT YOU ARE SAYING BUT ULTIMATELY SHE IS GOING TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT FOR HERSELF AND NOT WHAT SOMEONE ELSE THINKS IS RIGHT FOR HER.
A WOMAN HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO KNOW THAT OTHER WOMEN ARE HER ALLIES AND NOT HER ENEMIES. SHE KNOWS THAT OTHER WOMEN ARE NOT ONLY NOT COMPETITION TO HER BUT A LOVING SHOULDER TO LEAN ON. SHE IS NOT THREATENED BY HER SISTERS.
A WOMAN IS SECURE. SHE KNOWS HOW TO HANDLE HER BUSINESS AND SHE DOES SO WITH A GLAD HEART. WHEN SHE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO GET THE JOB DONE SHE KNOWS HOW TO ACCESS HER RESOURCES, NOT WITH MANIPULATION AND ‘APPEAL’ BUT WITH A DELIBERATENESS THAT DOES NOT RELY ON ‘CHARM’.
A WOMAN CHOOSES TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP. SHE DOESN’T NEED A RELATIONSHIP TO COMPLETE HER. AND WHEN SHE DOES ENTER IN SHE IS ‘ALL IN’.
A WOMAN IS NOT AFRAID TO EXPRESS HER NEEDS. SHE IS FORCOMING AND DOES NOT HAVE TO BE CAJOLED, BUGGED, BEGGED, BOTHERED UNTIL SHE ‘SAYS WHAT’S WRONG’.
A WOMAN IS NOT AFRAID TO GET HER HANDS DIRTY. SHE EAGERLY TAKES ON THINGS OF INTEREST NO MATTER WHAT TRADITION HAS DICTATED.
A WOMAN CAN STRAIGHT TALK. SHE WOULD RATHER CUT TO THE CHASE THAN TIPTOE AROUND WITH FALSE DELICACY.
A WOMAN’S COMPLIMENTS TO ANOTHER ARE SINCERE, SHE DOES NOT DELIBERATELY PAD HER CONVERSATION OR COMMENTS TO ARTIFICIALLY INFLATE OTHERS’ EGOS.
PLEASE ADD AND/OR COMMENT
OKAY, LET’S GET THIS SORTED OUT ONCE AND FOR ALL…
AND THIS IS THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME OBVIOUSLY. I AM ONLY THE BOSS OF ME AND WHO I AM SO I REALLY DON’T NEED ANYONE ELSE’S DEFINITION, K? WOOT, THERE IT IS = THE FIRST SIGN OF WOMAN!
A WOMAN DEFINES HERSELF. SHE IS NOT CONCERNED ABOUT WHAT THE WORLD THINKS SHE OUGHT TO LOOK LIKE, DRESS LIKE, ACT LIKE OR SPEAK LIKE. SHE IS HER OWN PERSON.
A WOMAN IS FREE. SHE ALLOWS NO ONE TO SET HER STANDARDS, DETERMINE WHAT SHE IS GOING TO DO WITH HER REALITY OR IMPOSE ANY EXTERNAL VALUES ON HER REALITY.
A WOMAN IS COMFORTABLE BEING ‘OUT’ WITH OR WITHOUT MAKEUP, WEARS HEELS WHEN SHE FEELS LIKE IT AND FLATS WHEN SHE DOESN’T. A WOMAN DRESSES FOR THE WEATHER AND/OR HER MOOD AND NOT TO DELIBERATELY ENTICE.
A WOMAN HAS HER OWN UNIQUE BRAND OF APPEAL. YOU WON’T FIND HER STYLE STRAIGHT OUT OF ESSENCE, COSMO, VANITY FAIR OR WHATEVER THE LATEST TREND IS. SHE SETS HER OWN STYLE.
A WOMAN THINKS. SHE WILL CONSIDER WHAT YOU ARE SAYING BUT ULTIMATELY SHE IS GOING TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT FOR HERSELF AND NOT WHAT SOMEONE ELSE THINKS IS RIGHT FOR HER.
A WOMAN HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO KNOW THAT OTHER WOMEN ARE HER ALLIES AND NOT HER ENEMIES. SHE KNOWS THAT OTHER WOMEN ARE NOT ONLY NOT COMPETITION TO HER BUT A LOVING SHOULDER TO LEAN ON. SHE IS NOT THREATENED BY HER SISTERS.
A WOMAN IS SECURE. SHE KNOWS HOW TO HANDLE HER BUSINESS AND SHE DOES SO WITH A GLAD HEART. WHEN SHE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO GET THE JOB DONE SHE KNOWS HOW TO ACCESS HER RESOURCES, NOT WITH MANIPULATION AND ‘APPEAL’ BUT WITH A DELIBERATENESS THAT DOES NOT RELY ON ‘CHARM’.
A WOMAN CHOOSES TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP. SHE DOESN’T NEED A RELATIONSHIP TO COMPLETE HER. AND WHEN SHE DOES ENTER IN SHE IS ‘ALL IN’.
A WOMAN IS NOT AFRAID TO EXPRESS HER NEEDS. SHE IS FORCOMING AND DOES NOT HAVE TO BE CAJOLED, BUGGED, BEGGED, BOTHERED UNTIL SHE ‘SAYS WHAT’S WRONG’.
A WOMAN IS NOT AFRAID TO GET HER HANDS DIRTY. SHE EAGERLY TAKES ON THINGS OF INTEREST NO MATTER WHAT TRADITION HAS DICTATED.
A WOMAN CAN STRAIGHT TALK. SHE WOULD RATHER CUT TO THE CHASE THAN TIPTOE AROUND WITH FALSE DELICACY.
A WOMAN’S COMPLIMENTS TO ANOTHER ARE SINCERE, SHE DOES NOT DELIBERATELY PAD HER CONVERSATION OR COMMENTS TO ARTIFICIALLY INFLATE OTHERS’ EGOS.
PLEASE ADD AND/OR COMMENT
Thursday, March 24, 2011
please
Whadinduhell
So I am creeped out here. Help me somebody, help me!
Is it true that a formerly popular actor has had what appears to be a psychotic break of sorts and is now ‘taking his breakdown on the road’? seriously? So is it true that this actor nutted the frick out on his family, has been fired from his television series, is drugged out, prostituted out and played out and is now peddling his crazy around the country for his ‘fans’ to hear and see? No lip flippin’ way!
His ‘fans’ are sicker than he is! Really? What are humans reduced to when we will pay money to voyeuristically observe someone else breaking to pieces right before our eyes? Is there no soul to help the man? Is there no person close enough to get him a mandatory psychiatric hold? Instead of helping him we are going to watch him degrade himself further? Exactly what kind of getting off is that?
I don’t understand and really, don’t try to make it make sense to me because I am not going to be able to ‘get’ the explanation.
What I got is that that is some sick stuff!
Ala Michael Jackson? Ala Octomom?
So I am creeped out here. Help me somebody, help me!
Is it true that a formerly popular actor has had what appears to be a psychotic break of sorts and is now ‘taking his breakdown on the road’? seriously? So is it true that this actor nutted the frick out on his family, has been fired from his television series, is drugged out, prostituted out and played out and is now peddling his crazy around the country for his ‘fans’ to hear and see? No lip flippin’ way!
His ‘fans’ are sicker than he is! Really? What are humans reduced to when we will pay money to voyeuristically observe someone else breaking to pieces right before our eyes? Is there no soul to help the man? Is there no person close enough to get him a mandatory psychiatric hold? Instead of helping him we are going to watch him degrade himself further? Exactly what kind of getting off is that?
I don’t understand and really, don’t try to make it make sense to me because I am not going to be able to ‘get’ the explanation.
What I got is that that is some sick stuff!
Ala Michael Jackson? Ala Octomom?
Making Sport
HEY Y’ALL! I HAVE AN IDEA!
LET’S GET A GROUP OF PHYSICALLY FIT GUYS TOGETHER AND HAVE THEM TROT BACK AND FORTH TO TRY TO GET A BALL! LET’S HAVE UM BASH AND CRASH INTO EACH OTHER, HURTING EACH OTHER HERE AND THERE (what‘s a little concussion now and then)! LET’S SIT AROUND AND HOLLER WHILE WE WATCH THEM AND GIVE WHAT THEY ARE DOING A WHOLE BUNCH OF EMOTIONAL ATTENTION. LET’S HAVE THE GUYS THAT ARE PLAYING HAVE ‘OWNERS’ AND THEN THEY CAN BE TRADED LIKE MODERN DAY SLAVES - BUT DON’T WORRY - IT WILL BE OKAY CUZ THEY WILL GET LOTS AND LOTS OF MONEY - STUPID MONEY, CRAZY MONEY - FOR IT! THEN WHEN THEY START TO AGE AND THEIR BODIES ARE ALL BROKEN DOWN THEY CAN ACHE AND DO PHYSICAL THERAPY AND HAVE DIMINISHED BRAIN FUNCTIONING AND BE ‘RETIRED’ AT THE RIPE OLD AGE OF 30 SOMETHING! OH, YEA, AND IF THEY HAVEN’T SPENT ALL OF THEIR MONEY THEY CAN DRIVE NICE CARS AND HAVE NICE HOMES AND OH, I DON’T KNOW, MAKE INFOMERCIALS I GUESS! OH, SHIT! YOU MEAN SOMEONE ALREADY THOUGHT OF THAT! DANG!
OKAY, OKAY, I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!
LET’S GET PAIRS OF GUYS, ABOUT THE SAME WEIGHT, AW, JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT LET’S HAVE THEM BE MOSTLY BROWN AND BLACK GUYS, LET’S PUT THEM IN A CAGE , NO, NO, NOT A CAGE, A ‘RING’ AND PUT SOME BIG PUFFY THINGS ON THEIR HANDS AND OH, THIS WILL BE SO FUN, LET’S HAVE THEM BASH THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER! WE CAN SIT ON THE SIDELINES AND YELL AND EGG THEM ON! LET’S HAVE THEM BEAT EACH OTHER UNTIL ONE OF THEM DROPS TO THE GROUND ALL BLOODY! JUST LIKE THEY THROUGH THE CHRISTIANS TO THE LIONS, RIGHT? THERE, THAT’LL SHOW UM! LET’S HAVE THEM WEAR SOME SHORTS SO THAT AS MUCH OF THEIR BODIES ARE EXPOSED FOR PUMMELLING AS POSSIBLE! WE’LL CALL THE ONE LEFT STANDING “THE CHAMPION” AND HE CAN WALK AROUND THINKING THAT HE IS WONDERFUL AND BRAG ABOUT HIS EXPLOTS… I KNOW, I KNOW, IT WON’T BE LONG BEFORE HE CAN’T PIECE A SENTENCE TOGETHER BUT HECK, WHAT SPORT! WHAT FUN! OH DANG! THIS ONE HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE TOO? NO WAY! DOGGONE IT!
OKAY, OKAY, LET’S TRY THIS ONE - IT IS MUCH LESS AGGRESSIVE!
LET’S GET A GROUP OF GUYS TOGETHER TO FORM A TEAM. WE CAN SWIP SWAP UM OUT AS WE SEE FIT TO MAKE THE TEAM SUPREME. LET’S GIVE THEM LOTS OF MONEY TO RUN A BALL UP AND DOWN A COURT (GREAT EXERCISE!) AND WE WILL TRADE THEM BACK AND FORTH AND HAVE THEM LIVE WHEREVER WE SEE FIT! THEY’LL LOVE IT! THEY WILL GET GOBS OF MONEY FOR ‘MAKING SPORT’ WITH THEIR BODIES! JUST THINK THEIR FAMILIES WILL MOSTLY BE IMPOVERISHED AND WILL BE OH SO GRATEFUL FOR THE FINANCIAL WINDFALL HOW FUN! PEOPLE WILL PAY CRAZY MONEY TO WATCH THEM DO THIS! WE WILL BUILD ENORMOUS FACILITIES TO DO THIS IN THAT COSTS GOBS OF MONEY. EVERY NOW AND THEN THE PLAYERS CAN GO ‘IN TO THE COMMUNITY’ AND GIVE THE ‘PEEPS’ A BONE HERE AND THERE! THAT WILL BE GREAT P.R. AND PEOPLE WON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE CRAZY MONEY INVOLVED IN THE GAME! THERE WILL BE CITIZENS OF THE CITIES THAT THEY PLAY IN THAT WILL BE HOMELESS AND HUNGRY! BUT WE WON’T GIVE MUCH TO THEM! THEY’LL ROOT FOR OUR TEAM ANYWAY! SHUCKS THEIR LOYALTY WILL BE PATRIOTIC! WE CAN MAKE HATS, SHIRTS, SHOES AND ALL KINDS OF OVER PRICED CRAP FOR PEOPLE TO BUY - THEY CAN PRETEND THAT THEY ARE ON OUR TEAM! YIPPY! DON’T TELL ME I AM NOT ON TO SOMETHING! SAY WHAT? DONE ALREADY? SHEESH! OKAY.
I AM OUT OF IDEAS ON HOW TO MAKE STUPID AMOUNTS OF MONEY ON MAKING SPORT OF AND WITH HUMANS!
LET’S GET A GROUP OF PHYSICALLY FIT GUYS TOGETHER AND HAVE THEM TROT BACK AND FORTH TO TRY TO GET A BALL! LET’S HAVE UM BASH AND CRASH INTO EACH OTHER, HURTING EACH OTHER HERE AND THERE (what‘s a little concussion now and then)! LET’S SIT AROUND AND HOLLER WHILE WE WATCH THEM AND GIVE WHAT THEY ARE DOING A WHOLE BUNCH OF EMOTIONAL ATTENTION. LET’S HAVE THE GUYS THAT ARE PLAYING HAVE ‘OWNERS’ AND THEN THEY CAN BE TRADED LIKE MODERN DAY SLAVES - BUT DON’T WORRY - IT WILL BE OKAY CUZ THEY WILL GET LOTS AND LOTS OF MONEY - STUPID MONEY, CRAZY MONEY - FOR IT! THEN WHEN THEY START TO AGE AND THEIR BODIES ARE ALL BROKEN DOWN THEY CAN ACHE AND DO PHYSICAL THERAPY AND HAVE DIMINISHED BRAIN FUNCTIONING AND BE ‘RETIRED’ AT THE RIPE OLD AGE OF 30 SOMETHING! OH, YEA, AND IF THEY HAVEN’T SPENT ALL OF THEIR MONEY THEY CAN DRIVE NICE CARS AND HAVE NICE HOMES AND OH, I DON’T KNOW, MAKE INFOMERCIALS I GUESS! OH, SHIT! YOU MEAN SOMEONE ALREADY THOUGHT OF THAT! DANG!
OKAY, OKAY, I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!
LET’S GET PAIRS OF GUYS, ABOUT THE SAME WEIGHT, AW, JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT LET’S HAVE THEM BE MOSTLY BROWN AND BLACK GUYS, LET’S PUT THEM IN A CAGE , NO, NO, NOT A CAGE, A ‘RING’ AND PUT SOME BIG PUFFY THINGS ON THEIR HANDS AND OH, THIS WILL BE SO FUN, LET’S HAVE THEM BASH THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER! WE CAN SIT ON THE SIDELINES AND YELL AND EGG THEM ON! LET’S HAVE THEM BEAT EACH OTHER UNTIL ONE OF THEM DROPS TO THE GROUND ALL BLOODY! JUST LIKE THEY THROUGH THE CHRISTIANS TO THE LIONS, RIGHT? THERE, THAT’LL SHOW UM! LET’S HAVE THEM WEAR SOME SHORTS SO THAT AS MUCH OF THEIR BODIES ARE EXPOSED FOR PUMMELLING AS POSSIBLE! WE’LL CALL THE ONE LEFT STANDING “THE CHAMPION” AND HE CAN WALK AROUND THINKING THAT HE IS WONDERFUL AND BRAG ABOUT HIS EXPLOTS… I KNOW, I KNOW, IT WON’T BE LONG BEFORE HE CAN’T PIECE A SENTENCE TOGETHER BUT HECK, WHAT SPORT! WHAT FUN! OH DANG! THIS ONE HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE TOO? NO WAY! DOGGONE IT!
OKAY, OKAY, LET’S TRY THIS ONE - IT IS MUCH LESS AGGRESSIVE!
LET’S GET A GROUP OF GUYS TOGETHER TO FORM A TEAM. WE CAN SWIP SWAP UM OUT AS WE SEE FIT TO MAKE THE TEAM SUPREME. LET’S GIVE THEM LOTS OF MONEY TO RUN A BALL UP AND DOWN A COURT (GREAT EXERCISE!) AND WE WILL TRADE THEM BACK AND FORTH AND HAVE THEM LIVE WHEREVER WE SEE FIT! THEY’LL LOVE IT! THEY WILL GET GOBS OF MONEY FOR ‘MAKING SPORT’ WITH THEIR BODIES! JUST THINK THEIR FAMILIES WILL MOSTLY BE IMPOVERISHED AND WILL BE OH SO GRATEFUL FOR THE FINANCIAL WINDFALL HOW FUN! PEOPLE WILL PAY CRAZY MONEY TO WATCH THEM DO THIS! WE WILL BUILD ENORMOUS FACILITIES TO DO THIS IN THAT COSTS GOBS OF MONEY. EVERY NOW AND THEN THE PLAYERS CAN GO ‘IN TO THE COMMUNITY’ AND GIVE THE ‘PEEPS’ A BONE HERE AND THERE! THAT WILL BE GREAT P.R. AND PEOPLE WON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE CRAZY MONEY INVOLVED IN THE GAME! THERE WILL BE CITIZENS OF THE CITIES THAT THEY PLAY IN THAT WILL BE HOMELESS AND HUNGRY! BUT WE WON’T GIVE MUCH TO THEM! THEY’LL ROOT FOR OUR TEAM ANYWAY! SHUCKS THEIR LOYALTY WILL BE PATRIOTIC! WE CAN MAKE HATS, SHIRTS, SHOES AND ALL KINDS OF OVER PRICED CRAP FOR PEOPLE TO BUY - THEY CAN PRETEND THAT THEY ARE ON OUR TEAM! YIPPY! DON’T TELL ME I AM NOT ON TO SOMETHING! SAY WHAT? DONE ALREADY? SHEESH! OKAY.
I AM OUT OF IDEAS ON HOW TO MAKE STUPID AMOUNTS OF MONEY ON MAKING SPORT OF AND WITH HUMANS!
Why Barack? Why America?
Why Barack Obama? Why America?
Okay, so another war (yea, whatev, violently attacking or battling for/with other countries is war to me - it’s my blog) is popping off in the world and guess who is being called upon to save the day? Yup, the good ol’ United States of America.
Who made us the boss of everything and everybody? Why do we have to be the saviors of the world, do tell? Why is it our leader’s responsibility to fix all of God’s creation - be it truly saveable or not? Internally and externally we look to our president like he is Jesus Jr. Natural disaster? Fix it Barack, you are too slow Barack, bad call Barack. Civil unrest in another country? Fix it Barack, save them Barack, you are not fixing it Barack.
Bad guys out there in the big wide world who need to be caught? Go get um Barack. It’s your responsibility Barack, it is your job Barack. The economy is going to hell in a hand basket? Fix it Barack, what’s wrong with you Barack? Why isn’t the world all better Barack? You said that you were going to help us Barack.
How’s about all of the smack talkers to and about Barack Obama decide to be a part of the solution? How about we truly unite as a country - no matter our political affiliation - behind our leader, and trust his decisions America? How about we quit picking him and his lineage apart like a bunch of vultures and/or scavengers America? How about we get off our collective lazy asses and quit with the bellyaching about our leader and help him do what he needs to do?
Is it really necessary to thwart his every effort? Is it helpful to criticize every move that he makes? The man can’t turn his head one way or another without some bashing naysayer complaining about him… should have been left, should have been right, should have hesitated, shouldn’t have hesitated… you know what my America ? Shut up already!
The man is our president so let’s give him the respect and honor he deserves by his very position in this country. WHOEVER is leading I want to see our country better and am willing to be a reasonable and prudent citizen to get the job done. Are you or do you have more bellyaching to do?
Remember, you are an American. You do have freedom of movement…
Okay, so another war (yea, whatev, violently attacking or battling for/with other countries is war to me - it’s my blog) is popping off in the world and guess who is being called upon to save the day? Yup, the good ol’ United States of America.
Who made us the boss of everything and everybody? Why do we have to be the saviors of the world, do tell? Why is it our leader’s responsibility to fix all of God’s creation - be it truly saveable or not? Internally and externally we look to our president like he is Jesus Jr. Natural disaster? Fix it Barack, you are too slow Barack, bad call Barack. Civil unrest in another country? Fix it Barack, save them Barack, you are not fixing it Barack.
Bad guys out there in the big wide world who need to be caught? Go get um Barack. It’s your responsibility Barack, it is your job Barack. The economy is going to hell in a hand basket? Fix it Barack, what’s wrong with you Barack? Why isn’t the world all better Barack? You said that you were going to help us Barack.
How’s about all of the smack talkers to and about Barack Obama decide to be a part of the solution? How about we truly unite as a country - no matter our political affiliation - behind our leader, and trust his decisions America? How about we quit picking him and his lineage apart like a bunch of vultures and/or scavengers America? How about we get off our collective lazy asses and quit with the bellyaching about our leader and help him do what he needs to do?
Is it really necessary to thwart his every effort? Is it helpful to criticize every move that he makes? The man can’t turn his head one way or another without some bashing naysayer complaining about him… should have been left, should have been right, should have hesitated, shouldn’t have hesitated… you know what my America ? Shut up already!
The man is our president so let’s give him the respect and honor he deserves by his very position in this country. WHOEVER is leading I want to see our country better and am willing to be a reasonable and prudent citizen to get the job done. Are you or do you have more bellyaching to do?
Remember, you are an American. You do have freedom of movement…
INCIQUENTALLY
just so ya know...
the word inciquentally is a derivative of the combination of coincidentally and subsequently. one of the most profound public speakers i have ever listened to coined the word. she absolutely meant inciquentally and i mean it with her... 'nough said.
the word inciquentally is a derivative of the combination of coincidentally and subsequently. one of the most profound public speakers i have ever listened to coined the word. she absolutely meant inciquentally and i mean it with her... 'nough said.
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