This is not to be confused...this one's for you:
<3
Keep up with Devadonna....
Posts
All Comments
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Dear Dad...You Ruined My Sex Life!
That just sounds nasty, doesn't it?
But seriously, I'm watching "Tough Love" on VH1, you know the show with all the women who can't catch or keep a man? Their issues run the gamut: Ms Low Self Esteem, Ms Gold Digger, Ms Single Mom/Strip Chick(of course), Ms Career Obsessed, Ms Wedding Belle, etc etc.
Steve had all the ladies write these open letters to their fathers, and I swear, no matter what their hangup was, they'd have you believe that all their issues with men trace back to their dads.
"Dad you abandoned me." or "Dad you were passive and weak" or whatever the case may be.
To be quite honest, I have hang ups with my Dad too...and that's a whole 'nother post. One of the most important things a father should do is put his daughters on game. There are 3 of us...and I can guarantee that anything we learned, it was through trial and error...or from peers. And there's no reason for that, if you were raised by your dad. But sumwhere around that age when I was old enuf to...have kids, I'll put it like that, that's right about when I think he stopped knowing how to talk to me...and we still don't talk much now. Funny enuf, he asked me like a month ago why I tell my mom everything and never tell him...and well, I don't tell her that much either. But again, that's a whole nother story.
But I just feel like whatever issues I have with my dad are mainly with him...not with every man I'll ever interact with from now on as a result. So really, I guess I wanna know...is there REALLY a direct correlation btw the type of father you have (or don't have) and your relationships? And I don't mean just for black women, I mean for all women. Cuz let's be honest: some of y'all hav sum triflin mamas. Women who use men, or every week you got a new Uncle SOandSO. Look at Kim from "Real Housewives of Atlanta." What kinda example is she setting for her girls?
Seriously, I'd probably have done much better by now had my dad been the navigator he was supposed to be...but at the end of the day, if I start stripping or if I get a divorce, or even if I never get married, I'm not gonna blame it on him. And I think it's a lil cliche that dad is now the fall back excuse for everything that goes wrong in a girl's life.
But seriously, I'm watching "Tough Love" on VH1, you know the show with all the women who can't catch or keep a man? Their issues run the gamut: Ms Low Self Esteem, Ms Gold Digger, Ms Single Mom/Strip Chick(of course), Ms Career Obsessed, Ms Wedding Belle, etc etc.
Steve had all the ladies write these open letters to their fathers, and I swear, no matter what their hangup was, they'd have you believe that all their issues with men trace back to their dads.
"Dad you abandoned me." or "Dad you were passive and weak" or whatever the case may be.
To be quite honest, I have hang ups with my Dad too...and that's a whole 'nother post. One of the most important things a father should do is put his daughters on game. There are 3 of us...and I can guarantee that anything we learned, it was through trial and error...or from peers. And there's no reason for that, if you were raised by your dad. But sumwhere around that age when I was old enuf to...have kids, I'll put it like that, that's right about when I think he stopped knowing how to talk to me...and we still don't talk much now. Funny enuf, he asked me like a month ago why I tell my mom everything and never tell him...and well, I don't tell her that much either. But again, that's a whole nother story.
But I just feel like whatever issues I have with my dad are mainly with him...not with every man I'll ever interact with from now on as a result. So really, I guess I wanna know...is there REALLY a direct correlation btw the type of father you have (or don't have) and your relationships? And I don't mean just for black women, I mean for all women. Cuz let's be honest: some of y'all hav sum triflin mamas. Women who use men, or every week you got a new Uncle SOandSO. Look at Kim from "Real Housewives of Atlanta." What kinda example is she setting for her girls?
Seriously, I'd probably have done much better by now had my dad been the navigator he was supposed to be...but at the end of the day, if I start stripping or if I get a divorce, or even if I never get married, I'm not gonna blame it on him. And I think it's a lil cliche that dad is now the fall back excuse for everything that goes wrong in a girl's life.
Nice Guys, Here's Your Mascot
I hear over and over again about how hard it is out here for the "nice guys." All girls want thugs. No one wants a nice guy, blah blah blah. There's truth to that, and I empathize with you. I had my ignorant 'thug love' phase for a minute, too.
But guys, I have one example that speaks against all that. This specimen right here:
Because trust me, 10 out of 10 ladies would be quick to catapult the panties at this one. And let's really look at who he is. In season one of "The Game" aka the best show on television, Derwin Davis was established as a NICE, SWEET, NAIVE, INNOCENT, BOTTOM-OF-THE-TOTEM POLE ROOKIE AND CHURCH BOY. Totally in love with his girl, totally unaware when he was being used and disrespected, just bright-eyed, hard-working and happy to be playing football. And out of Malik, Jason and whoever else, Derwin "Ding Dong" Davis was clearly the favorite. You loved his big, brown eyes (that seemed to be so trustworthy). Loved his dedication and even his cheesiness, cuz let's face it, Derwin was very corny.
Of course, there were times his character started to feel himself a little bit as time went on. But it caught you off guard, like, "Whoa, look at Derwin gettin all saucy! Whaaaat?!" Almost made you a lil proud to see him stand up for himself, too. And because he was such a nice guy, the Drew Sidora thing totally BROKE our hearts. We believed in him, wanted him to be different. I never forgave him for that, honestly. But I still have to admit, he wasn't intending to hurt anyone. Even his cheating had an air of innocence, like he didn't know he was sliding down a slippery slope. (If I see Drew Sidora, I swear ima purrnch her in the face!)
But I just say all that to say, that yes, guys....we all want Derwin. And he is "the good guy." So perhaps with the emergence of a character like him, you might see a shift in the kinds of guys we celebrate as desirable. Or even the kind of guy we look at twice. (But I must say, if your good guy doesn't look like this one, then that may be part of the reason you aren't catching bees with your honey.)
AND OH - LADIES! HE REALLY IS THAT WAY IN REAL LIFE. NICE GUY, GOOD ENERGY,REAL GOOFY GUY, REAL GENUINE.
But guys, I have one example that speaks against all that. This specimen right here:
Because trust me, 10 out of 10 ladies would be quick to catapult the panties at this one. And let's really look at who he is. In season one of "The Game" aka the best show on television, Derwin Davis was established as a NICE, SWEET, NAIVE, INNOCENT, BOTTOM-OF-THE-TOTEM POLE ROOKIE AND CHURCH BOY. Totally in love with his girl, totally unaware when he was being used and disrespected, just bright-eyed, hard-working and happy to be playing football. And out of Malik, Jason and whoever else, Derwin "Ding Dong" Davis was clearly the favorite. You loved his big, brown eyes (that seemed to be so trustworthy). Loved his dedication and even his cheesiness, cuz let's face it, Derwin was very corny.
Of course, there were times his character started to feel himself a little bit as time went on. But it caught you off guard, like, "Whoa, look at Derwin gettin all saucy! Whaaaat?!" Almost made you a lil proud to see him stand up for himself, too. And because he was such a nice guy, the Drew Sidora thing totally BROKE our hearts. We believed in him, wanted him to be different. I never forgave him for that, honestly. But I still have to admit, he wasn't intending to hurt anyone. Even his cheating had an air of innocence, like he didn't know he was sliding down a slippery slope. (If I see Drew Sidora, I swear ima purrnch her in the face!)
But I just say all that to say, that yes, guys....we all want Derwin. And he is "the good guy." So perhaps with the emergence of a character like him, you might see a shift in the kinds of guys we celebrate as desirable. Or even the kind of guy we look at twice. (But I must say, if your good guy doesn't look like this one, then that may be part of the reason you aren't catching bees with your honey.)
AND OH - LADIES! HE REALLY IS THAT WAY IN REAL LIFE. NICE GUY, GOOD ENERGY,REAL GOOFY GUY, REAL GENUINE.
Who Gon Buy Me This for Christmas?
Mr. Robin Thicke...doing some different things this time around...like wearing gray in addition to his usual all black and white. Like makin songs with...Game, Nicki Minaj - and Estelle. Like...actually DANCING!
The album came out Dec. 15th. I'll give you my address and you can send me copy of it, please and thank you.
In the meantime, here's the video for "Sex Therapy." Unfortunately, I can't have any of that for a while...but I'd settle for a couple drinks at this point.
And here's "Diamonds" feat the Game. (Whom I dislike...except for on this song)
The album came out Dec. 15th. I'll give you my address and you can send me copy of it, please and thank you.
In the meantime, here's the video for "Sex Therapy." Unfortunately, I can't have any of that for a while...but I'd settle for a couple drinks at this point.
And here's "Diamonds" feat the Game. (Whom I dislike...except for on this song)
What God Has For Me
Yall know how it goes...
I've been jobless since the first week of November. I've been interning, yes. But cash flow? No. The plan was to intern during the day and work part-time at night...well, how many of us know things rarely go the way we plan?
Twice I missed calls from jobs at the mall. Once I got a job, but it just didn't look like it would be profitable. I shot myself in the foot with that one. Another job was for a man with a tiny ass restaurant/bar, but wanted you to jump thru hoops like "I Want to Work for Diddy." My job at home was trying to help me transfer to a store down here...but everyone involved was on sum bs, as in, they weren't "sure about the transfer process." The manager at the store down here has been telling me to call every single day to "check on the status." My interview was like 3 weeks ago. Another interview was successful, but the interviewer told me to call back on Monday and speak to suchandsuch. Such and such was supposed to interview me in the first place...but she didn't show up. Apparently, she's never there when I call or come by, and she's also far too busy to call back. And so forth and so on.
Well, I'd just about determined that online applications were a time-consuming game of odds that I was just about done with. But then I went to apply at TJ Maxx, and wound up walking in the store next door afterward. The nice young lady at the door said they were hiring for holiday help and beyond, and they were looking thru the apps rite now, but I had to go to ulta.com and search for store XXX and apply. I went home and did it, just for shoots and giggles. And....would you believe it? Some1 called me back literally an hour later. My interview was today at 11 a.m.
I get up, get dressed, about to head out the door early because it was POURING rain today, when all of a sudden, long story short-I was asked to watch the baby until his mom returned in a few minutes. Raise your hand if you know, it wasn't a few minutes, lol. I wound up getting to the interview 10 minutes late, with a toddler in tow. The manager was already in the midst of a group interview, so me and the kid hung out for an hour until she was done. PRAISE the LORD GOD, she happened to be the most understanding person in America. And at 3 p.m., she called me and told me to come back Sunday to fill out my new hire paperwork!
But wait...there's more! A few minutes later, one of those mall jobs that I had previously missed out on in early November called me again. And she asked me to come to an interview tomorrow morning! Granted, it's not a Fortune 500 company, but if I can be late to an interview and have a baby with me and still get the job, it's enough of a small miracle to keep me holding on and looking up!
A friend of mine said he could feel that I would get sumthing this week. He coulda been joking. But that was Monday, and here it is Friday, and I go from nothing to something in one day!
I've been jobless since the first week of November. I've been interning, yes. But cash flow? No. The plan was to intern during the day and work part-time at night...well, how many of us know things rarely go the way we plan?
Twice I missed calls from jobs at the mall. Once I got a job, but it just didn't look like it would be profitable. I shot myself in the foot with that one. Another job was for a man with a tiny ass restaurant/bar, but wanted you to jump thru hoops like "I Want to Work for Diddy." My job at home was trying to help me transfer to a store down here...but everyone involved was on sum bs, as in, they weren't "sure about the transfer process." The manager at the store down here has been telling me to call every single day to "check on the status." My interview was like 3 weeks ago. Another interview was successful, but the interviewer told me to call back on Monday and speak to suchandsuch. Such and such was supposed to interview me in the first place...but she didn't show up. Apparently, she's never there when I call or come by, and she's also far too busy to call back. And so forth and so on.
Well, I'd just about determined that online applications were a time-consuming game of odds that I was just about done with. But then I went to apply at TJ Maxx, and wound up walking in the store next door afterward. The nice young lady at the door said they were hiring for holiday help and beyond, and they were looking thru the apps rite now, but I had to go to ulta.com and search for store XXX and apply. I went home and did it, just for shoots and giggles. And....would you believe it? Some1 called me back literally an hour later. My interview was today at 11 a.m.
I get up, get dressed, about to head out the door early because it was POURING rain today, when all of a sudden, long story short-I was asked to watch the baby until his mom returned in a few minutes. Raise your hand if you know, it wasn't a few minutes, lol. I wound up getting to the interview 10 minutes late, with a toddler in tow. The manager was already in the midst of a group interview, so me and the kid hung out for an hour until she was done. PRAISE the LORD GOD, she happened to be the most understanding person in America. And at 3 p.m., she called me and told me to come back Sunday to fill out my new hire paperwork!
But wait...there's more! A few minutes later, one of those mall jobs that I had previously missed out on in early November called me again. And she asked me to come to an interview tomorrow morning! Granted, it's not a Fortune 500 company, but if I can be late to an interview and have a baby with me and still get the job, it's enough of a small miracle to keep me holding on and looking up!
A friend of mine said he could feel that I would get sumthing this week. He coulda been joking. But that was Monday, and here it is Friday, and I go from nothing to something in one day!
I Wish I Was Making This Up
Boys and girls,
I've been fortunate enough to be staying rent-free with extended family for the past month. And this house is full of kids! I'm having a good time being here, so grateful they opened their doors...but as you know, "Kids say the darndest things." For the sake of brevity, here's just a couple:
So a while ago I walk in the house at about 9:30 p.m. (And I think this was one of the days where I left my internship early .) The 4-year-old was concentrating on trying to fold a blanket, but he looks up and says, "You be comin in this house too late."
I had to ask. "What time am I supposed to come in?"
He goes, "Prolly bout like...bout like..2:30."
cool...cool...
A couple days ago my cousin asks me to watch the youngest child while he stepped out for a minute. As soon as he leaves, the 2-year-old starts trying to put on his shoes so he can leave too. I said, "You can't go outside."
He said, "Yes."
I said, "No."
He said, "Yes."
I said, "No sir. You cannot. No!"
He said, "You being bad."
I'm like, whoa...cuz clearly it's the other way around. So I had to get clarification. I said, "Who being bad??"
This man says, "YOU being bad, and when my daddy get home he gon whoop yo ass."
I've been fortunate enough to be staying rent-free with extended family for the past month. And this house is full of kids! I'm having a good time being here, so grateful they opened their doors...but as you know, "Kids say the darndest things." For the sake of brevity, here's just a couple:
So a while ago I walk in the house at about 9:30 p.m. (And I think this was one of the days where I left my internship early .) The 4-year-old was concentrating on trying to fold a blanket, but he looks up and says, "You be comin in this house too late."
I had to ask. "What time am I supposed to come in?"
He goes, "Prolly bout like...bout like..2:30."
cool...cool...
A couple days ago my cousin asks me to watch the youngest child while he stepped out for a minute. As soon as he leaves, the 2-year-old starts trying to put on his shoes so he can leave too. I said, "You can't go outside."
He said, "Yes."
I said, "No."
He said, "Yes."
I said, "No sir. You cannot. No!"
He said, "You being bad."
I'm like, whoa...cuz clearly it's the other way around. So I had to get clarification. I said, "Who being bad??"
This man says, "YOU being bad, and when my daddy get home he gon whoop yo ass."
"The Buried Life"
Never thought I'd say this...but I saw a trailer for "The Buried Life," a new MTV reality show. And seriously, I got kinda teary-eyed.
The show is like a young version of "The Bucket List." With a huge element of Oprah-ism going on, too. Confused?
Well, four friends have a list of 100 things they always wanted to do...but every time they complete one of their goals, like playing basketball w/President Obama, they grant a wish for somebody else. For example, we see a young girl whose mom died in Hurricane Katrina, but she's never been to her mom's gravesite. Another example is an older gentleman with a 17-year-old son. But dude hasn't seen the boy since he was 2. Yep, somehow the four friends get them re-connected.
It's nice to see a show with those dynamics going on - you think it's just about 4 goofy white boys engaging in random chicanery...but then you see that it's much bigger than that. Kudos to whoever pitched this show!!!
And while I'm on MTV, let me just say that one of the great things about television is that it has the ability to expose us to cultures we don't see on a daily basis. And this "Jersey Shore" awesomeness? I really didn't know that Italian folks got it in like that. Like, from watching "The Real Housewives of New Jersey," I learned that those Italian women were some real gangsta broads. Like the Atlanta heffas are all talk, but those Italian women? Flippin tables at the family dinner and the one fat lady who's like, naw, bruh, u not gon come at my family like that, you gotta go thru me. I'm like, get it, bytch!
But what have I learned from "Jersey Shore?" Man...y'all go hard in the paint. Like, as a way of life. I just...didn't know.
The show is like a young version of "The Bucket List." With a huge element of Oprah-ism going on, too. Confused?
Well, four friends have a list of 100 things they always wanted to do...but every time they complete one of their goals, like playing basketball w/President Obama, they grant a wish for somebody else. For example, we see a young girl whose mom died in Hurricane Katrina, but she's never been to her mom's gravesite. Another example is an older gentleman with a 17-year-old son. But dude hasn't seen the boy since he was 2. Yep, somehow the four friends get them re-connected.
It's nice to see a show with those dynamics going on - you think it's just about 4 goofy white boys engaging in random chicanery...but then you see that it's much bigger than that. Kudos to whoever pitched this show!!!
And while I'm on MTV, let me just say that one of the great things about television is that it has the ability to expose us to cultures we don't see on a daily basis. And this "Jersey Shore" awesomeness? I really didn't know that Italian folks got it in like that. Like, from watching "The Real Housewives of New Jersey," I learned that those Italian women were some real gangsta broads. Like the Atlanta heffas are all talk, but those Italian women? Flippin tables at the family dinner and the one fat lady who's like, naw, bruh, u not gon come at my family like that, you gotta go thru me. I'm like, get it, bytch!
But what have I learned from "Jersey Shore?" Man...y'all go hard in the paint. Like, as a way of life. I just...didn't know.
Golden Globes
The dress rehearsal to Hollywood's biggest night. Much more enjoyable than Grandpa Oscar, nearly as prestigious, and more diverse in the content that it celebrates.
I'm excited about the recently announced nominations, and DevaDonna just has a few tiny observations:
*Am I the only one happy to see George Clooney depart from political movies and really weird odd-ball comedies to just do a regular ol' romantic comedy? I have yet to see "Up in the Air," but I think about films like "Out of Sight" and "One Fine Day," and I'm just glad to see George return to his gray-haired, handsome, effortless style of leading man charm...don't forget your bread and butter, baby!
*And one time for Marky Mark! My, how far we've come from '90s rap and posing in CK underwear! (though I wouldn't mind if he modeled again...) I've been reading about this movie "The Lovely Bones," how unique it is, how many stuffy awards it's won and how it's the best screenplay of the year...and when I finally see a trailer, it's starring Mark Wahlberg. That makes me proud.
*Now on to the rest: Morgan Freeman is nominated for "Invictus." I didn't see it, but it's another one with him playing Mandela/Jesus/The President/The Old, Wise, Infallible One...with his nasty, cheatin azz. (look it up)
*Mo'Nique and the big girl (I aint feel like looking up the spelling, Gabourey sumthin. Sorry) are nominated for "Precious." They kept saying Mo'Nique was gonna win an Oscar for this one, but this is one of those cases where she just oughta be glad to be nominated. (CAN YOU IMAGINE ALL THE YELLING THAT WILL BE TAKING PLACE ON THAT STAGE IF MO'NIQUE ACTUALLY WINS? I shudder at the thought, all at the Golden Globes talkin bout, "YES! YES! SUGA! BABY! YES! YES! YES!" ...HOWEVER, the film got nominated for Best Cast as well, so I actually think they're gonna walk away as winners in one of these 3 categories, at least. AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE NOMINATIONS- I'M STILL NOT PAYING MONEY TO SIT IN A THEATER AND BE DEPRESSED FOR TWO HOURS.
*Penelope Cruz is nominated for this musical, "Nine," but she hasn't even figured out how to speak English yet! Seriously, Penny, you been here too long to still sound like Fez from "That 70's Show"
*Ruby Dee is nominated for some Lifetime movie. Nothing bad to say about this foxy lady! Glad she's still working!
*Yea, so "30 Rock" is nominated for everything, again! And all the noms from "Glee" make me feel like I'm missing out on sumthing by not watching the show...
For those who don't know, this is what I wanna do with my life...so I actually follow awards season and all the goings-on...And I'm pretty excited to see what happens!
I'm excited about the recently announced nominations, and DevaDonna just has a few tiny observations:
*Am I the only one happy to see George Clooney depart from political movies and really weird odd-ball comedies to just do a regular ol' romantic comedy? I have yet to see "Up in the Air," but I think about films like "Out of Sight" and "One Fine Day," and I'm just glad to see George return to his gray-haired, handsome, effortless style of leading man charm...don't forget your bread and butter, baby!
*And one time for Marky Mark! My, how far we've come from '90s rap and posing in CK underwear! (though I wouldn't mind if he modeled again...) I've been reading about this movie "The Lovely Bones," how unique it is, how many stuffy awards it's won and how it's the best screenplay of the year...and when I finally see a trailer, it's starring Mark Wahlberg. That makes me proud.
*Now on to the rest: Morgan Freeman is nominated for "Invictus." I didn't see it, but it's another one with him playing Mandela/Jesus/The President/The Old, Wise, Infallible One...with his nasty, cheatin azz. (look it up)
*Mo'Nique and the big girl (I aint feel like looking up the spelling, Gabourey sumthin. Sorry) are nominated for "Precious." They kept saying Mo'Nique was gonna win an Oscar for this one, but this is one of those cases where she just oughta be glad to be nominated. (CAN YOU IMAGINE ALL THE YELLING THAT WILL BE TAKING PLACE ON THAT STAGE IF MO'NIQUE ACTUALLY WINS? I shudder at the thought, all at the Golden Globes talkin bout, "YES! YES! SUGA! BABY! YES! YES! YES!" ...HOWEVER, the film got nominated for Best Cast as well, so I actually think they're gonna walk away as winners in one of these 3 categories, at least. AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE NOMINATIONS- I'M STILL NOT PAYING MONEY TO SIT IN A THEATER AND BE DEPRESSED FOR TWO HOURS.
*Penelope Cruz is nominated for this musical, "Nine," but she hasn't even figured out how to speak English yet! Seriously, Penny, you been here too long to still sound like Fez from "That 70's Show"
*Ruby Dee is nominated for some Lifetime movie. Nothing bad to say about this foxy lady! Glad she's still working!
*Yea, so "30 Rock" is nominated for everything, again! And all the noms from "Glee" make me feel like I'm missing out on sumthing by not watching the show...
For those who don't know, this is what I wanna do with my life...so I actually follow awards season and all the goings-on...And I'm pretty excited to see what happens!
Pick Your Poison
Ladies,
My mother never told me this, "Don't put your purse on the floor or you'll never have any money!" which is probably why I'm good for throwing my bag on the floor real quick...and I haven't seen a dollar in a minute...
Butttt for those of you who subscribe to that superstition, I have a scenario:
Let's say you're at the mall and you need to use the restroom. It's been raining (or snowing), so the floor is all dirty and wet. The bathroom stall does not have a hook where you can hang your bag. However, they have a changing table for the babies.
SOOOO do you put your bag on the dirty floor - or a changing table?
My mother never told me this, "Don't put your purse on the floor or you'll never have any money!" which is probably why I'm good for throwing my bag on the floor real quick...and I haven't seen a dollar in a minute...
Butttt for those of you who subscribe to that superstition, I have a scenario:
Let's say you're at the mall and you need to use the restroom. It's been raining (or snowing), so the floor is all dirty and wet. The bathroom stall does not have a hook where you can hang your bag. However, they have a changing table for the babies.
SOOOO do you put your bag on the dirty floor - or a changing table?
I Don't Care How You Get Here...
Just get here if you can...
You know these days when you fill out a job app, they ask you HOW you plan to get to work. Some applications simply ask, "Do you have reliable transportation?" You check Yes or No, and leave it at that.
Well, yesterday I filled out an app to work for the 2010 Census. And I kid you not, that paper said:
26a. Indicate the types of transportation available for your use:
Automobile
4-Wheel Drive
Airplane
Boat
ATV (All Terrain Vehicle)
Other _______
None
In terms of "Other," I'm not quite sure what's left... That list looks pret-ty darn thorough to me.
You know these days when you fill out a job app, they ask you HOW you plan to get to work. Some applications simply ask, "Do you have reliable transportation?" You check Yes or No, and leave it at that.
Well, yesterday I filled out an app to work for the 2010 Census. And I kid you not, that paper said:
26a. Indicate the types of transportation available for your use:
Automobile
4-Wheel Drive
Airplane
Boat
ATV (All Terrain Vehicle)
Other _______
None
In terms of "Other," I'm not quite sure what's left... That list looks pret-ty darn thorough to me.
Triflin
SO here's why you don't do your grocery shopping at the corner store.
I'm at this store one day - I won't give the address - but my dude calls something to my attention. I'm like, we're in a corner store, what could possibly be so interesting?
Well, here it is folks:
In the back of the store, they had shelves of expired food. Marked down with these red stickers, of course, and this hand-written note, "Out Dated, But Still Wholesome."
I'm all for getting more bang for your buck...but I had to miss out on that one, cuz I'm the type to pour milk out the day before it expires...
I'm at this store one day - I won't give the address - but my dude calls something to my attention. I'm like, we're in a corner store, what could possibly be so interesting?
Well, here it is folks:
In the back of the store, they had shelves of expired food. Marked down with these red stickers, of course, and this hand-written note, "Out Dated, But Still Wholesome."
I'm all for getting more bang for your buck...but I had to miss out on that one, cuz I'm the type to pour milk out the day before it expires...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I Feel the (Holiday) Spirit!
I'm not home for Christmas...haven't seen any snow...haven't really been to the mall to see all their holiday displays and whatnot...so, needless to say, I've been feeling like some thing is missing.
I couldn't....quite put my finger on it. BUT THEN IT HIT ME! If you wanna feel it too, watch this video...it's a holiday favorite! (SHOUTS to B.O. and K-Hop!)
I couldn't....quite put my finger on it. BUT THEN IT HIT ME! If you wanna feel it too, watch this video...it's a holiday favorite! (SHOUTS to B.O. and K-Hop!)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Rob w/ Ms. Minaj - Judge for Yourselves
See, I was on my way to bed - then I heard my dude Robin Thicke was on BET. with Nicki Minaj! (wth?)
So I had to look it up. And well....one time for Robin actually DANCING! Like, not swaying in place, but physically stepping away from the mic and boppin for the kids! File that under 'pleasant surprise.' And I'm wit the real hip-hop feel to the song.....BUTTT
Ms. Nicki? I've given her multiple attempts to convince me, but after this whack performance, I'm just NOT buyin it!
Seriously, Nicki? We got this jumpin beat, song called "Shakin it"...and you just gon walk across the stage and keep pullin your hair out ur face. U not gon attempt to...perform? Mama, if the Remi is uncomfortable then find a new do. But evrytime I c u, u keep checkin ur hair? Performing 101: THat ish is distracting!
IN ADDITION...what part of the game is it where you just take off yelling on line 2 of every 16 bars you drop, and get progressively louder? You know she came out, said the first line, I'm wit it, tryna see where she's gonna go with it...and then she take off screaming for the rest of the verse. I'm like, I hope that's the only time we hear her on this song...but no, lucky me, she kept comin back. Watch this video, if you will, but the mess made me mad.
So I had to look it up. And well....one time for Robin actually DANCING! Like, not swaying in place, but physically stepping away from the mic and boppin for the kids! File that under 'pleasant surprise.' And I'm wit the real hip-hop feel to the song.....BUTTT
Ms. Nicki? I've given her multiple attempts to convince me, but after this whack performance, I'm just NOT buyin it!
Seriously, Nicki? We got this jumpin beat, song called "Shakin it"...and you just gon walk across the stage and keep pullin your hair out ur face. U not gon attempt to...perform? Mama, if the Remi is uncomfortable then find a new do. But evrytime I c u, u keep checkin ur hair? Performing 101: THat ish is distracting!
IN ADDITION...what part of the game is it where you just take off yelling on line 2 of every 16 bars you drop, and get progressively louder? You know she came out, said the first line, I'm wit it, tryna see where she's gonna go with it...and then she take off screaming for the rest of the verse. I'm like, I hope that's the only time we hear her on this song...but no, lucky me, she kept comin back. Watch this video, if you will, but the mess made me mad.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Gaydar
Well, ladies, I know many of us believe our sense of "gaydar" is allll the wayyy turnt up. But let me tell you, since I've been in the A, I haven't seen many of the flamboyant homosexual men I was promised. Nope, on the contrary, MOST of the men I looked at and went, "Now, he's well put-together" have turned out to have...other interests.
With this in mind, in some instances it's just safer to assume guilty until proven innocent. (Please excuse the connotation of the word "guilty." I'm not saying being gay is a bad thing, I'm just saying it's bad for the women who might be pursuing you unawares.)
Granted, the only searching I'm doing these days is for jobs. But I have noticed some signs to help you weed out the posers. NO! This list is not foolproof, or politically correct...it's just some things that I have noticed:
1. Note his posture. Gay guys tend to have excellent posture. Like they're about to take off into a spread eagle leap. If he's standing rail straight and there's no wall behind him? Or sitting on a stool with his back perfectly perpendicular to the table? Maybe...
2. Check his clique. You might have a gay cousin, butttt chances are heterosexual black men won't have a posse FULL of homosexual men. It's just not likely. SO if your friend is faking but he hangs with dudes who aren't...then, maybe.
3. Overly flirtatious. Maybe he's trying to overcompensate by acting like he wants to freak every girl in the world. I've had guys flirt with me who were high on my suspect list, and I'm just like, who you think you foolin? I guess you thought he was into you, telling your friends, "He always saying sum lil slick stuff every time he see me. He be whisperin all in my ear. He hit me on my butt when we were leaving class, he be kissin me all on my cheek talkin bout when we gon go out..." BUTTTT he ain't asked for that number yet, has he? And if he has it, how many times has he called you? Exactly....
4. Another overcompensation technique: Is he quick to label other people gay? You walkin thru the mall with him, lookin at the shoes in the window and he comes out of nowhere, feigning aggravation, like, "*huffs* Look at them fags over there! They so damn gay." BE YE NOT DECEIVED, my sista! He aint sick of seein em everywhere - maybe the way he stopped in his tracks, threw one hand on his hip, sighed extra loud and started scratching behind his ear was his gaydar going off and his way of telling them, "I see you, bayb!"
5. This one applies for famous men...is he always dating a chick who's not black? I call them the 'cover girls.' He'll have a white girl on his arm at events, but it's just for appearances because, Becky, I hate to say it - you have NO gaydar. Idk if the idea of snagging a brotha is so appealing that you can't tell a gay one from a straight one...but look at ppl like Ne-Yo, John Legend and to an extent, even Jamie Foxx...and Kanye West. You won't see them with any woman who fails the paper bag test. Yea, Amber, keep on usin Kanye...cuz he's using you too, "Cover Girl."
6. Listen to his stories. I'm trying to tell you, sumtimes you need to just shut up and listen - it might catch you from falling. When he's telling you about his trysts and adventures, he will always use gender-neutral terms. The story will go like this, "So I was posed to go out last nite, but the person I'm dealin wit started actin stupid. They was not answering the fone, they act like they ain't get my texts. I'm bout to be done with them." (As opposed to a straight dude, who mite say sumthin like, "Man, this girl I was tryna get at last nite was bad as hell, but that hoe was on sum otha sh*t.")
7. And this last one is my foolproof, never fails, all I need to see to be sure. It's so simple, but it'll save your life. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CHECK THE WAY HE HOLDS HIS PHONE. I don't care if he's talking, texting or browsing. Watch the way he retrieves it from his pocket (or holster), how he dials the numbers and ESP. the way he holds it to his ear. I KNOW phones are getting smaller and smaller these days. It was uncomfortable to watch a big man hold a tiny-ass RAZR phone. But if he's straight, he still will hold that boy without broken wrists. If the fone is like cradled to his ear and his wrists are just all bent up...no no, boo-boo. Strate dudes hold that fone at a 90-degree angle. The head mite tilt into the fone, but not the wrists. Gay dudes will form acute angles with that wrist. I'm just telling you what I KNOW. If his head is straight or tilted, the acute wrist angles are still in effect regardless.
If he flips that fone out his pocket...no no, boo-boo. If he points while talking to you as an extension of the hand gestures he's making...no no, boo-boo.
I know you mite have exceptions to the rule, and you might say, "Well, maybe he's just feminine"...and that's fine, and that's why YOU gon get caught out there. All I know is, if I see a dude givin all kindsa fone flair, I just know he's not man enuf for me.
With this in mind, in some instances it's just safer to assume guilty until proven innocent. (Please excuse the connotation of the word "guilty." I'm not saying being gay is a bad thing, I'm just saying it's bad for the women who might be pursuing you unawares.)
Granted, the only searching I'm doing these days is for jobs. But I have noticed some signs to help you weed out the posers. NO! This list is not foolproof, or politically correct...it's just some things that I have noticed:
1. Note his posture. Gay guys tend to have excellent posture. Like they're about to take off into a spread eagle leap. If he's standing rail straight and there's no wall behind him? Or sitting on a stool with his back perfectly perpendicular to the table? Maybe...
2. Check his clique. You might have a gay cousin, butttt chances are heterosexual black men won't have a posse FULL of homosexual men. It's just not likely. SO if your friend is faking but he hangs with dudes who aren't...then, maybe.
3. Overly flirtatious. Maybe he's trying to overcompensate by acting like he wants to freak every girl in the world. I've had guys flirt with me who were high on my suspect list, and I'm just like, who you think you foolin? I guess you thought he was into you, telling your friends, "He always saying sum lil slick stuff every time he see me. He be whisperin all in my ear. He hit me on my butt when we were leaving class, he be kissin me all on my cheek talkin bout when we gon go out..." BUTTTT he ain't asked for that number yet, has he? And if he has it, how many times has he called you? Exactly....
4. Another overcompensation technique: Is he quick to label other people gay? You walkin thru the mall with him, lookin at the shoes in the window and he comes out of nowhere, feigning aggravation, like, "*huffs* Look at them fags over there! They so damn gay." BE YE NOT DECEIVED, my sista! He aint sick of seein em everywhere - maybe the way he stopped in his tracks, threw one hand on his hip, sighed extra loud and started scratching behind his ear was his gaydar going off and his way of telling them, "I see you, bayb!"
5. This one applies for famous men...is he always dating a chick who's not black? I call them the 'cover girls.' He'll have a white girl on his arm at events, but it's just for appearances because, Becky, I hate to say it - you have NO gaydar. Idk if the idea of snagging a brotha is so appealing that you can't tell a gay one from a straight one...but look at ppl like Ne-Yo, John Legend and to an extent, even Jamie Foxx...and Kanye West. You won't see them with any woman who fails the paper bag test. Yea, Amber, keep on usin Kanye...cuz he's using you too, "Cover Girl."
6. Listen to his stories. I'm trying to tell you, sumtimes you need to just shut up and listen - it might catch you from falling. When he's telling you about his trysts and adventures, he will always use gender-neutral terms. The story will go like this, "So I was posed to go out last nite, but the person I'm dealin wit started actin stupid. They was not answering the fone, they act like they ain't get my texts. I'm bout to be done with them." (As opposed to a straight dude, who mite say sumthin like, "Man, this girl I was tryna get at last nite was bad as hell, but that hoe was on sum otha sh*t.")
7. And this last one is my foolproof, never fails, all I need to see to be sure. It's so simple, but it'll save your life. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CHECK THE WAY HE HOLDS HIS PHONE. I don't care if he's talking, texting or browsing. Watch the way he retrieves it from his pocket (or holster), how he dials the numbers and ESP. the way he holds it to his ear. I KNOW phones are getting smaller and smaller these days. It was uncomfortable to watch a big man hold a tiny-ass RAZR phone. But if he's straight, he still will hold that boy without broken wrists. If the fone is like cradled to his ear and his wrists are just all bent up...no no, boo-boo. Strate dudes hold that fone at a 90-degree angle. The head mite tilt into the fone, but not the wrists. Gay dudes will form acute angles with that wrist. I'm just telling you what I KNOW. If his head is straight or tilted, the acute wrist angles are still in effect regardless.
If he flips that fone out his pocket...no no, boo-boo. If he points while talking to you as an extension of the hand gestures he's making...no no, boo-boo.
I know you mite have exceptions to the rule, and you might say, "Well, maybe he's just feminine"...and that's fine, and that's why YOU gon get caught out there. All I know is, if I see a dude givin all kindsa fone flair, I just know he's not man enuf for me.
Monday, December 7, 2009
'Scuse my Language
Folks who don't respond when you say hello? Yea...they're sum assholes. (I'm on the set like, well damn, the actors give me hugs erytime they see me...but this one old no-name nig act like he too good. Boy, please!)
Folks who ignore your text messages? Yea...they're some assholes. (Unless you asked a question they just didn't wanna answer, which I occasionally understand)
People who don't respond to your e-mails? Yea, they sum assholes, too. (If the message didn't bounce back,that means they got it and just said f* you. I don't care if you freakin' e-mailed Michael Jordan or Debra Lee...they could say hi.)
And I'd like to add another group of ppl to this asshole group. You see, I've come to realize there are two types of internships:
1. One is a structured program, designed to train and develop talent. They do things like give you mentors, take you to lunch, set you some goals, chart your progress, make you do case studies and projects and give you monogrammed mugs and bags when you leave. They use phrases like, "It was great having you on board; call me if there's any thing I can do for you!"
2. Then you have folks who think, "Ooh interns! An extra set of hands to do all the shyt I dont wanna do!" These ppl barely answer ur questions, hardly ask you any questions or attempt to make conversation at all,(yet everyone on 'their level' thinks they're great...bcuz they only find it necessary to chat w/ppl on 'their level') they only give you menial tasks, love to check you for very small things in order to exert their authority, want you to 'take initiative' but tell you no to most things and hate to see you do anything outside the 'intern/peon' role, any time you speak up they accuse you of complaining or being disrespectful and they don't keep you informed on anything that's going on or anything helpful to your career. At the end of the internship, they don't give you a rec letter or even a pack of pencils. Just, 'Thanks, bye.' They have forgotten where they came from, not in the sense of 'leaving the hood and not looking back,' but rather forgetting that they didn't know everything at one point, and sumone was nice enough to help them out. The fact that they don't return the favor tells you what kind of people they really are.
Obviously, this second group of people? Yea....you guessed it! They sum assholes. You feel like you're wasting your time in that internship because you're dealing w/ sum1 who couldn't care less if you progress or what you do afterward. But you don't quit because you feel it would look bad.
Sumtimes I wonder, was this person always an asshole? Am I doing sumthing that causes them to amp up the asshole-ness? Or did they just become as asshole when they got a title that allowed them to be over sum1?
I'm not sure what kinda message it sends when the interns have more integrity than their bosses or other ppl on your staff....Let's just hope we remember those assholes when we get to their positions - and beyond - and refrain from turning into them.
Folks who ignore your text messages? Yea...they're some assholes. (Unless you asked a question they just didn't wanna answer, which I occasionally understand)
People who don't respond to your e-mails? Yea, they sum assholes, too. (If the message didn't bounce back,that means they got it and just said f* you. I don't care if you freakin' e-mailed Michael Jordan or Debra Lee...they could say hi.)
And I'd like to add another group of ppl to this asshole group. You see, I've come to realize there are two types of internships:
1. One is a structured program, designed to train and develop talent. They do things like give you mentors, take you to lunch, set you some goals, chart your progress, make you do case studies and projects and give you monogrammed mugs and bags when you leave. They use phrases like, "It was great having you on board; call me if there's any thing I can do for you!"
2. Then you have folks who think, "Ooh interns! An extra set of hands to do all the shyt I dont wanna do!" These ppl barely answer ur questions, hardly ask you any questions or attempt to make conversation at all,(yet everyone on 'their level' thinks they're great...bcuz they only find it necessary to chat w/ppl on 'their level') they only give you menial tasks, love to check you for very small things in order to exert their authority, want you to 'take initiative' but tell you no to most things and hate to see you do anything outside the 'intern/peon' role, any time you speak up they accuse you of complaining or being disrespectful and they don't keep you informed on anything that's going on or anything helpful to your career. At the end of the internship, they don't give you a rec letter or even a pack of pencils. Just, 'Thanks, bye.' They have forgotten where they came from, not in the sense of 'leaving the hood and not looking back,' but rather forgetting that they didn't know everything at one point, and sumone was nice enough to help them out. The fact that they don't return the favor tells you what kind of people they really are.
Obviously, this second group of people? Yea....you guessed it! They sum assholes. You feel like you're wasting your time in that internship because you're dealing w/ sum1 who couldn't care less if you progress or what you do afterward. But you don't quit because you feel it would look bad.
Sumtimes I wonder, was this person always an asshole? Am I doing sumthing that causes them to amp up the asshole-ness? Or did they just become as asshole when they got a title that allowed them to be over sum1?
I'm not sure what kinda message it sends when the interns have more integrity than their bosses or other ppl on your staff....Let's just hope we remember those assholes when we get to their positions - and beyond - and refrain from turning into them.
Here's What You Don't Do
Not that I know everything...but here's an accumulation of "things I know for sure" that I really feel will be helpful for you to bear in mind:
1. So I know the clothes are cute and cheap. I, too, get excited at the sight of $9.50 denim and $5.50 long-sleeve tees in jeweled colors. Just know that anything you buy from Forever 21 has a shelf life of two-three uses. I'm ride or die for Forever in spite of this fact, but I just don't want you to be surprised at that HUGE hole in your armpit or at the neck part of your turtleneck after you wash it one time.
2. Again, I know the price was right, and it said "sensitive solutions"...but those earrings from Claire's are still going to burn your earlobes after while. And that green stuff? Might be poisonous...
3. Don't confuse family with friends. When there's no over-arching regard for the institution of family and a lack of respect for your common bloodline, then you get issues such as cliques and extended silences and whatnot. You ever uttered the phrase, "That b*tch bet not ask me for shyt!" about a friend, right? But not your fam, I hope...
4. Don't drop an album without tellin folks to check for it. I mean, seriously, Robin Thicke does one little funky performance on BET with that pirate mustacchio, and all of a sudden the album is in stores tomorrow. You ain't ready yet! You need a buzzzzz and maybe a video and all kinds of promo. Now I gotta wait til I find some more money because I found out today at the last minute, and my $15 for the week went to Old Navy for sum boots.
5. DO NOT; I repeat, DO NOT ever buy underwear from Rainbow, Rave or Forman Mills. First of all, you instantly brand yourself by wearing anything with "baby girl" printed all over it. But beyond that, I'm just tellin you what I know - wearing undergarments from said stores will lead to a day of much discomfort. I know, I know...you got five bras and five panties for the price of Victoria Secret's cheapest bra...but this is one very accurate case of, you get what you pay for. Just trust me.
6. Don't get drunk with friends who encourage hoe-ish activity. If you roll with the thirsty chicks who are trying to get chose, you might as well show up by yourself to a frat party and get stanky-legg drunk because it's all the same. No one will be looking out for your well-being, your intoxicated self included. If everyone gets too drunk to drive, please believe a group of guys has noticed - and will be willing to "help" you out.
7. Don't have sex with anyone whom you only know by first name or nickname. I know, you wanna have fun sometimes! All your friends have one-night stands all the time, and u wanna let your hair down tonight. OK, but with your luck, that one time will leave you with a baby. And it's impossible to get child support from that guy you met at the club whose name you barely heard because the music was so loud. "What you say - Trey? Huh? Ray? Huh? Dontay?"
8. DON'T get cherries tattooed on your breasts....don't let your mama do it either. Please.
***I'm sure I'll have more to add later. In the vein of Oprah's "Things I Know for Sure" are there any life lessons you'd like to add to "Here's What You Don't Do."
1. So I know the clothes are cute and cheap. I, too, get excited at the sight of $9.50 denim and $5.50 long-sleeve tees in jeweled colors. Just know that anything you buy from Forever 21 has a shelf life of two-three uses. I'm ride or die for Forever in spite of this fact, but I just don't want you to be surprised at that HUGE hole in your armpit or at the neck part of your turtleneck after you wash it one time.
2. Again, I know the price was right, and it said "sensitive solutions"...but those earrings from Claire's are still going to burn your earlobes after while. And that green stuff? Might be poisonous...
3. Don't confuse family with friends. When there's no over-arching regard for the institution of family and a lack of respect for your common bloodline, then you get issues such as cliques and extended silences and whatnot. You ever uttered the phrase, "That b*tch bet not ask me for shyt!" about a friend, right? But not your fam, I hope...
4. Don't drop an album without tellin folks to check for it. I mean, seriously, Robin Thicke does one little funky performance on BET with that pirate mustacchio, and all of a sudden the album is in stores tomorrow. You ain't ready yet! You need a buzzzzz and maybe a video and all kinds of promo. Now I gotta wait til I find some more money because I found out today at the last minute, and my $15 for the week went to Old Navy for sum boots.
5. DO NOT; I repeat, DO NOT ever buy underwear from Rainbow, Rave or Forman Mills. First of all, you instantly brand yourself by wearing anything with "baby girl" printed all over it. But beyond that, I'm just tellin you what I know - wearing undergarments from said stores will lead to a day of much discomfort. I know, I know...you got five bras and five panties for the price of Victoria Secret's cheapest bra...but this is one very accurate case of, you get what you pay for. Just trust me.
6. Don't get drunk with friends who encourage hoe-ish activity. If you roll with the thirsty chicks who are trying to get chose, you might as well show up by yourself to a frat party and get stanky-legg drunk because it's all the same. No one will be looking out for your well-being, your intoxicated self included. If everyone gets too drunk to drive, please believe a group of guys has noticed - and will be willing to "help" you out.
7. Don't have sex with anyone whom you only know by first name or nickname. I know, you wanna have fun sometimes! All your friends have one-night stands all the time, and u wanna let your hair down tonight. OK, but with your luck, that one time will leave you with a baby. And it's impossible to get child support from that guy you met at the club whose name you barely heard because the music was so loud. "What you say - Trey? Huh? Ray? Huh? Dontay?"
8. DON'T get cherries tattooed on your breasts....don't let your mama do it either. Please.
***I'm sure I'll have more to add later. In the vein of Oprah's "Things I Know for Sure" are there any life lessons you'd like to add to "Here's What You Don't Do."
Tardy for the...
So this club by my house is having an album release party for Gucci.
...correct me if I'm wrong, but Gucci is in jail, right?
Is it common practice to throw an album party for an artist who won't be in attendance?
I didn't think so. I guess these folks just really felt like celebrating sum shyt.
...correct me if I'm wrong, but Gucci is in jail, right?
Is it common practice to throw an album party for an artist who won't be in attendance?
I didn't think so. I guess these folks just really felt like celebrating sum shyt.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Casting Call
I just saw this ad on Craigslist. I mean, I guess that's what casting is: deliberately seeking certain types of ppl. But for all of us who were wondering what happened to the black girls on "Real World"....here we go.
1 very attractive Mixed girl needed for MTV's Real World!!! (Atlanta)
Date: 2009-12-06, 10:18AM EST
Reply to: see below
MTV's Real World is casting for 1 very attractive mixed girl to join next seasons cast.
The location is still a secret, and will not be announced until the interview process. Casting will continue until Monday evening. Select applicants will then be interviewed here in Atlanta next Tuesday at a private location.
All applicants please send an email with name, age, and a few pics to: .....
1 very attractive Mixed girl needed for MTV's Real World!!! (Atlanta)
Date: 2009-12-06, 10:18AM EST
Reply to: see below
MTV's Real World is casting for 1 very attractive mixed girl to join next seasons cast.
The location is still a secret, and will not be announced until the interview process. Casting will continue until Monday evening. Select applicants will then be interviewed here in Atlanta next Tuesday at a private location.
All applicants please send an email with name, age, and a few pics to: .....
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Gratefulness
For anyone who's ever been discontent with their station in life...ever been frustrated or felt "stuck"...when you finally find something that makes you happy, no matter how small it may seem, you need to celebrate each good day for the victory it truly is.
I kinda did sumthin crazy recently. Said, "Forget my bills...see you later, family...goodbye, my only source of income," picked up and moved to another state. May be temporary, may not be - but I do know it's an incredible feeling to finally feel like you're walking in the path toward your destiny...no matter how unglamorous or reckless it may seem to the rest of the world, "doin you" feels sooo much better than whatever it was you used to do every day.
We try to make ourselves do the 'responsible' thing out of necessity. Working at jobs we hate because we have bills to pay and whatnot. I had an office job all summer. Certainly made more than minimum wage, but my level of boredom and sense that I was doing the most unrelevant tasks were frustrating...makes you nonchalant, even though you "need" that job. My supervisor was trying to find a way to get me to work more hours...mighta been nuts, but I was like, "no thanks, I'm good." He was like, what you doin when you get off? Nothing...which was half true. But for my sanity's sake, leaving at 3 o'clock was the best part of my day! I'm looking at the clock all day trying to remember why the caged bird sings, lol!
At any rate, I prayed before I packed my life up and left. I told folks that I wasn't running from something, rather I was running tosomething. And I told Jesus, "Lord, I'm jumping off a cliff here. I need you to either catch me, or let me fly."
And while in the short short time I've been gone, I've had a lot of downs (and some ups)....I have to say, "thank you Lord." My overall joy for living level is higher than it's been in a minute...and I'm celebrating each good day for the VICTORY it really is.
Happiness is a choice; I'm making that decision more and more these days. A lot of things in my life are uncertain right now...but MAN, I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE PEACE I FELT WHEN I MADE A MOVE AND TRULY HAD THE FAITH TO BELIEVE THAT GOD WOULD TAKE CARE OF ME. Trusting God is not easy, but you'll know when you're doing it right because the peace you'll feel won't even make sense! It hit me like a wave of rushing water that I did not see coming; this calming feeling that, I'ma be alright. That God leads me and His favor rests upon me, so how could I possibly lose? And if you look at my situation, it still doesn't add up...doesn't look like things are in place...but my God, HE confirms things for me in odd ways and places ppl in my path to keep me encouraged. I count it a blessing to have ppl in my life who love me enuf to correct me, vouch for me and counsel me. I'm listening. I'm moving. I'm hoping. And I gotta say, today was a good day!
I kinda did sumthin crazy recently. Said, "Forget my bills...see you later, family...goodbye, my only source of income," picked up and moved to another state. May be temporary, may not be - but I do know it's an incredible feeling to finally feel like you're walking in the path toward your destiny...no matter how unglamorous or reckless it may seem to the rest of the world, "doin you" feels sooo much better than whatever it was you used to do every day.
We try to make ourselves do the 'responsible' thing out of necessity. Working at jobs we hate because we have bills to pay and whatnot. I had an office job all summer. Certainly made more than minimum wage, but my level of boredom and sense that I was doing the most unrelevant tasks were frustrating...makes you nonchalant, even though you "need" that job. My supervisor was trying to find a way to get me to work more hours...mighta been nuts, but I was like, "no thanks, I'm good." He was like, what you doin when you get off? Nothing...which was half true. But for my sanity's sake, leaving at 3 o'clock was the best part of my day! I'm looking at the clock all day trying to remember why the caged bird sings, lol!
At any rate, I prayed before I packed my life up and left. I told folks that I wasn't running from something, rather I was running tosomething. And I told Jesus, "Lord, I'm jumping off a cliff here. I need you to either catch me, or let me fly."
And while in the short short time I've been gone, I've had a lot of downs (and some ups)....I have to say, "thank you Lord." My overall joy for living level is higher than it's been in a minute...and I'm celebrating each good day for the VICTORY it really is.
Happiness is a choice; I'm making that decision more and more these days. A lot of things in my life are uncertain right now...but MAN, I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE PEACE I FELT WHEN I MADE A MOVE AND TRULY HAD THE FAITH TO BELIEVE THAT GOD WOULD TAKE CARE OF ME. Trusting God is not easy, but you'll know when you're doing it right because the peace you'll feel won't even make sense! It hit me like a wave of rushing water that I did not see coming; this calming feeling that, I'ma be alright. That God leads me and His favor rests upon me, so how could I possibly lose? And if you look at my situation, it still doesn't add up...doesn't look like things are in place...but my God, HE confirms things for me in odd ways and places ppl in my path to keep me encouraged. I count it a blessing to have ppl in my life who love me enuf to correct me, vouch for me and counsel me. I'm listening. I'm moving. I'm hoping. And I gotta say, today was a good day!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Universal Mom Truth #1
One thing I've learned about mothers everywhere is that when they start yelling, they do not stop.
Rest assured, if your little sister did sumthing to set her off, after she yells at her for at least 30 minutes, she's going to find a reason to hit you next. You may not have thought you did anything wrong at that particular time, but she's already fired up and has to keep going. If there are 9 kids in your house, all it takes is for 1 of you to get her started...she's gonna go down the line until she gives everybody some.
It is therefore your daily and never-ending duty to make sure your life is completely together at every given moment of every single day.
Did you make your bed? Did you take too long in the shower? Did you fold all your laundry? Did you do your homework? Did you iron your clothes? Is there dust on your floor? Do you have a 5-year plan for your life?
Trust me, no matter if you think you've covered all your bases, she will not concede defeat - she's gonna find sumthing to harp on. And even when it's not my mother doing the yelling, it's just as annoying....I've heard people's mothers talk to them like dogs in the street.
You ever been at a friend or relative's house in disbelief, like, "Dang, yo mama is going soooo hard right now." You just feel bad for everybody in the house.
Rest assured, if your little sister did sumthing to set her off, after she yells at her for at least 30 minutes, she's going to find a reason to hit you next. You may not have thought you did anything wrong at that particular time, but she's already fired up and has to keep going. If there are 9 kids in your house, all it takes is for 1 of you to get her started...she's gonna go down the line until she gives everybody some.
It is therefore your daily and never-ending duty to make sure your life is completely together at every given moment of every single day.
Did you make your bed? Did you take too long in the shower? Did you fold all your laundry? Did you do your homework? Did you iron your clothes? Is there dust on your floor? Do you have a 5-year plan for your life?
Trust me, no matter if you think you've covered all your bases, she will not concede defeat - she's gonna find sumthing to harp on. And even when it's not my mother doing the yelling, it's just as annoying....I've heard people's mothers talk to them like dogs in the street.
You ever been at a friend or relative's house in disbelief, like, "Dang, yo mama is going soooo hard right now." You just feel bad for everybody in the house.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)