So, I was browsing some blogs and ran across a blogger book club! I am too excited. Curling up with a great book is one of my favorite pasttimes.
I'm not as hardcore as I used to be in high school (cuz u actually have to study in college, lol). But trust me when I tell you I have no problem jumping back into one of my favorite hobbies.
The book being read is "The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd. The link for the blog is http://bloggersread.blogspot.com.
Happy reading book lovers! :)
I am still a work in the making. HE is definitely not finished with me yet...I strive to be a woman my mom would have been proud of.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
My future hubby *sigh* :)
So I'm ready this book called Ain't No Mountain by Sharon Ewell Foster. In the book there is a character named Moor and he's a really spiritual guy. In the beginning of one of the chapters he's saying in prayer in anticipation of his future bride. It's so beautiful, I just kept saying "Awwww" throughout the whole prayer. I hope my future hubby prays such a prayer. Now, for your reading pleasure :)
"Give me grace to run this race alone, until you lead me to the doorway of the perfect wife, my heavenly Father. You and I have a good time talking and studying together, and I have a lot of work to do--so I'm not rushing you. You take your time. I know that you know the perfect woman for me. Today, though I do no know her, I pray that you will make her burdens light. I pray that you will give her peace and reassure her that you are sending her the mate that is perfect fit for her. Wipe the worry off of her forehead and relax her shoulders for me. Command her to enjoy the day. Rub her feet for me, until I am able to do so myself. Tell her that I am preparing myself to love her sacrificially and wholly as you have taught me to love. Tell her not to worry--I will be looking for her when the time is right. And in the right time and at the right place, I will find her. In Jesus' name. Amen."
*SIGH* My heart melts :). I am such a hopeless romantic and I hope to meet someone just as hopelessly romantic as I (but manly, lol).
"Give me grace to run this race alone, until you lead me to the doorway of the perfect wife, my heavenly Father. You and I have a good time talking and studying together, and I have a lot of work to do--so I'm not rushing you. You take your time. I know that you know the perfect woman for me. Today, though I do no know her, I pray that you will make her burdens light. I pray that you will give her peace and reassure her that you are sending her the mate that is perfect fit for her. Wipe the worry off of her forehead and relax her shoulders for me. Command her to enjoy the day. Rub her feet for me, until I am able to do so myself. Tell her that I am preparing myself to love her sacrificially and wholly as you have taught me to love. Tell her not to worry--I will be looking for her when the time is right. And in the right time and at the right place, I will find her. In Jesus' name. Amen."
*SIGH* My heart melts :). I am such a hopeless romantic and I hope to meet someone just as hopelessly romantic as I (but manly, lol).
Girl crush....
The other day I was thinking about a conversation I had with one of my mother's good friends when I was like 15. I don't remember where we were, but he made the comment along the lines of "Man, that guy has some big balls, or look at how big his balls are!" LMBO! I was mortified and I said, "Jean*, that's gay!" He looked at me and said, "That's not gay, it's Americans that think everything is gay. I can make a comment about another man without being attracted to him." It got me to thinking. We as Americans are some of the biggest homophobes there are.
Looking back on this conversation, I guess that's why I never had a problem saying a girl was pretty or had a nice shape. It doesn't take anything away from me, nor am I attracted to girls. I can just appreciate the female form, especially black women.
So in keeping with my appreciation of the female body, I decided to create my ideal body taking bits and pieces from different bodies that I like.
These would be my ideal legs....this is when Beyonce was really thick, lol
Do you see this ridiculously flat stomach? It just doesn't make any sense.....
Ciara is running a close second in the case of fab abs.
And Janet makes the list again with the fab boobs, although they might be fake (IDK or care)
Look at that a$$, that a$$, that a$$...sounds like something one of my homeboys would say, LOL :). I can definitely appreciate a nice pair of buns.
Why is she 42 and looks like this?! It's just not fair! Stacy Dash comes in 1.5 place (not 2nd) when it comes to the buns. I hope to look like her when I'm 42
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent :)
Looking back on this conversation, I guess that's why I never had a problem saying a girl was pretty or had a nice shape. It doesn't take anything away from me, nor am I attracted to girls. I can just appreciate the female form, especially black women.
So in keeping with my appreciation of the female body, I decided to create my ideal body taking bits and pieces from different bodies that I like.
These would be my ideal legs....this is when Beyonce was really thick, lol
Do you see this ridiculously flat stomach? It just doesn't make any sense.....
Ciara is running a close second in the case of fab abs.
And Janet makes the list again with the fab boobs, although they might be fake (IDK or care)
Look at that a$$, that a$$, that a$$...sounds like something one of my homeboys would say, LOL :). I can definitely appreciate a nice pair of buns.
Why is she 42 and looks like this?! It's just not fair! Stacy Dash comes in 1.5 place (not 2nd) when it comes to the buns. I hope to look like her when I'm 42*Names have been changed to protect the innocent :)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
McCain thinks the American people have "Boo Boo the Fool" stamped on our Forehead
I was sent an email with a link of several interviews and press statements that John McCain has done. This man has literally contradicted himself in every television appearance that he's made. I knew this man was a liar when he started talking about "change" at the RNC. Change? Really McCain? When this man has clearly stated that he has no plans of withdrawing our troops out of Iraq and no plans of weening our country off of this oil. He's made it clear that he sees no problems with Bush's policies and all of sudden he's trying to distance himself from Bush at the RNC? I call BULLSH!T!! I'm convinced this man is the anti-christ, LOL.
Well here's the video, judge for yourselves:
Well here's the video, judge for yourselves:
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Ask not what your community can do for you...ask what you can do for your community.
Yesterday I was talking to my brother about my job search, well really complaining. I've been working since I was 16, I don't know how to be unemployed. Guess that means I wasn't meant to be a stay at home mom, LOL. What's really freaking me out is not being able to provide for myself or being able to purchase something if I really wanted to.
Although I d
o have the chance to employ a sugar daddy, the thought of depending on a man makes me want to dry heave. Plus the thought of using someone simply for financial reasons goes against everything I know. Growing up my mother always taught my sisters and I that we shouldn't take money from men. My uncles weren't even allowed to give us money....they had to give her the cash and she would give it to us. Strange I KNOW, but it stuck with me. That's why I can't for the life of me understand why females throw themselves at a man simply because he has money :/ *shudders*, but that's a whole other post in itself.Oh yea, so my brother and I are talking and in the midst of my complaining he asks, "What happened to you wanting to start your non profit organization?". I pause, and say "Yea, that's still the plan". And he asks, "well, when do you plan on starting it?". I paused yet again and it got me to thinking. I'm sitting here waiting on someone else to GIVE me a job, when I can get to working on starting my own organization. It had to be God himself talking.
I'm such a planner, the stars have to be aligned perfectly for me to do anything. My plan was to work for a year, do a bit a of volunteering, take the GRE and apply for grad school for nex
t fall. But that's MY plan, what are God's plans? I feel him pushing me to step out on faith, but I just don't know where to even begin. And I'm kinda scared...well A LOT scared. I wonder if I'm going to be successful. I wonder if I can really make an impact on my community. I wonder if I can a positive role model for young ladies in my community. (I'm starting to sound like Carrie Bradshaw, LOL) Seriously though, I want to help encourage young girls, especially young black girls. I feel like a lot of them are missing the love, attention and encouragement that they so desperately need. I don't claim to know the cure, but with God's guidance, help and strength I know I can work miracles.That talk with my brother helped to realize that I should stop talking about it and seriously be about it. I've never considered myself lazy, but when it comes to this topic I guess I was being a LITTLE lazy and apprehensive. God willing, by this time next year maybe you guys (all 3 of you, lol) will be reading about my non profit organization.
So if anyone who reads this has any advice, it will be welcomed warmly :)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Michelle Obama is the shiznit! :)
Michelle Obama is the epitome of a great woman(not just great BLACK woman). I love how genuine she seems to be. And I also love how well the Obama family seems to mesh. Their love is so genuine and I know the world can see it. If you didn't get to see the speech last night, it's your lucky day! :-)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thanks Eb the Celeb...
I titled this entry Thanks to Eb because, she commented on one of my entries and reminded me that I haven't blogged in a while.
In the past month I've moved back home from the city where I went to college. I moved back into my parent's house to save and money and live rent free for a little while. In exchange for that free rent, I've given up the serenity that comes with living alone. Ugh, I didn't realize how much I enjoyed living alone until I got here. I have three brothers at home and that itself is nerve-wracking.
Issue #1 that drives me crazy! Those fools don't go to sleep until about 3 in the morning, and they think everyone stays up late that too. I'm used to going to sleep no later than midnight and being up by at least 8. Now I don't get up until 11 or 12. This whole arrangement is totally messing up my sleep schedule. I'm gonna have hell to pay when I get a job and have to get up early every morning.
Issue #2 that drives me crazy!! My stepmom gets up early in the morning running her mouth about my brother's leaving stuff lying around and she seems to do laundry EVERY morning and the laundry room is right next to my room. Mind you she leaves for work at 6:30!!
Issue #3 that drives me crazy!!! I don't know if my family missed me something crazy (I was gone 6 years). But everyone seems to call me for everything. I feel like I have 4 kids. My brother's are constantly calling my name when I'm home, which drives me CRAZY! I feel like my name should be "mom" instead of "Mimi". The other day my brother yelled from his room, "Mimi, what time is it?" Are you serious?! I had to ask that fool if he couldn't get off his arse and look for himself!! Lawdhavemercy! My stepmom is always calling me to gripe about her day, ask my opinion on something or askin me to do something for her.
I have to get out soon, or I'm going to have to be admitted to a mental institution!! LOL. There's is nothing like having your own space. I think not having a job is also magnifying my stress.
I'm praying that God blesses me with a job REALLY soon. I called my bishop last week and had him pray with me, so I know everything will be alright. There is no recession or fickle job market where God is concerned! It felt good to say that :).
I'm OUT!
In the past month I've moved back home from the city where I went to college. I moved back into my parent's house to save and money and live rent free for a little while. In exchange for that free rent, I've given up the serenity that comes with living alone. Ugh, I didn't realize how much I enjoyed living alone until I got here. I have three brothers at home and that itself is nerve-wracking.
Issue #1 that drives me crazy! Those fools don't go to sleep until about 3 in the morning, and they think everyone stays up late that too. I'm used to going to sleep no later than midnight and being up by at least 8. Now I don't get up until 11 or 12. This whole arrangement is totally messing up my sleep schedule. I'm gonna have hell to pay when I get a job and have to get up early every morning.
Issue #2 that drives me crazy!! My stepmom gets up early in the morning running her mouth about my brother's leaving stuff lying around and she seems to do laundry EVERY morning and the laundry room is right next to my room. Mind you she leaves for work at 6:30!!
Issue #3 that drives me crazy!!! I don't know if my family missed me something crazy (I was gone 6 years). But everyone seems to call me for everything. I feel like I have 4 kids. My brother's are constantly calling my name when I'm home, which drives me CRAZY! I feel like my name should be "mom" instead of "Mimi". The other day my brother yelled from his room, "Mimi, what time is it?" Are you serious?! I had to ask that fool if he couldn't get off his arse and look for himself!! Lawdhavemercy! My stepmom is always calling me to gripe about her day, ask my opinion on something or askin me to do something for her.
I have to get out soon, or I'm going to have to be admitted to a mental institution!! LOL. There's is nothing like having your own space. I think not having a job is also magnifying my stress.
I'm praying that God blesses me with a job REALLY soon. I called my bishop last week and had him pray with me, so I know everything will be alright. There is no recession or fickle job market where God is concerned! It felt good to say that :).
I'm OUT!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
To club or not to club....that is the question.....
I went out with a couple of my besties this past weekend. Sooo yea, I think I'm gonna give up on going out...at least for a little while.
First of all, we were waiting outside of the club for our other friend for like 15-20 minutes. Second, it looked like a club made especially for weirdos. I hate going to lame a$$ clubs. Luckily her boyfriend was getting us in free, and I don't usually turn down free....unless its that bad. So we get into the club and I'm having a good time with my girls in VIP. I look over and there's a girl getting down on the dance floor with NO shoes on! I was so disgusted. I couldn't believe this dirty foot would actually take her shoes off in the club. WTH?!
My friend's boyfriend's homeboy(<---lol) was trying to talk to me so we exchanged numbers and exchanged a few words. I noticed this dude giving me a weird look and I say "what?". He goes on to ask me if that was my real hair and I say yes. I guess that was the hook, line and sinker (or however that saying goes). The whole night he just kept saying "You have real hair", "I can't believe you have real hair". So I'm thinking chicks must only wear weaves these days, because this dude was too amazed LOL.
My friend who rode with me got a call from one of her ex-boyfriends who was outside of the club and she ends up going to get something to eat with him. She texted me to say that she would be back b4 the club closes, which was fine with me. Well, club closes and there's no sign of my homegirl. My other friend was with her boyfriend and his friend and their agent and their car was in the opposite direction of mine. So I told them I would be cool and proceeded to walk to my car. On the way to the car, I noticed this car full of guys to my left. I made sure not to make eye contact, cuz I didn't need any weirdos trying to talk to me. As I'm passing the car, I heard the usual "hey hey hey" or "hey girl, let me talk to ya"....but of course I kept walking. Then I hear this girl (I'm guessing she was in the back seat), "She has a nice a**!....She has a nice a**!". She must've said this like 5 times and loudly. I'm thinking, "Oh Lord"....not only do I have the crazy dudes trying to holla, now I have some crazy girl yelling mess at me too. I practically ran the rest of the way to my car, but not before being holla'd at like 10 more times. I have never been more happy to get in a car than I was that night.
First of all, we were waiting outside of the club for our other friend for like 15-20 minutes. Second, it looked like a club made especially for weirdos. I hate going to lame a$$ clubs. Luckily her boyfriend was getting us in free, and I don't usually turn down free....unless its that bad. So we get into the club and I'm having a good time with my girls in VIP. I look over and there's a girl getting down on the dance floor with NO shoes on! I was so disgusted. I couldn't believe this dirty foot would actually take her shoes off in the club. WTH?!
My friend's boyfriend's homeboy(<---lol) was trying to talk to me so we exchanged numbers and exchanged a few words. I noticed this dude giving me a weird look and I say "what?". He goes on to ask me if that was my real hair and I say yes. I guess that was the hook, line and sinker (or however that saying goes). The whole night he just kept saying "You have real hair", "I can't believe you have real hair". So I'm thinking chicks must only wear weaves these days, because this dude was too amazed LOL.
Oh, and I saw kids damn near having sex on the dance floor. This little girl (and I say little, because she had a side ponytail and it was poofy WTH?) had her guy friend sprawled out on the floor(yes, the dance floor) and they were "dancing". It looked more like she was riding him, but whatever. Ugh, these kids. They kill me! lol. I hope to only have sons, cuz if my daughters even think to commit such atrocities I will lock them away in a cave and throw away the key. Child Protective services be damned! lol
My friend who rode with me got a call from one of her ex-boyfriends who was outside of the club and she ends up going to get something to eat with him. She texted me to say that she would be back b4 the club closes, which was fine with me. Well, club closes and there's no sign of my homegirl. My other friend was with her boyfriend and his friend and their agent and their car was in the opposite direction of mine. So I told them I would be cool and proceeded to walk to my car. On the way to the car, I noticed this car full of guys to my left. I made sure not to make eye contact, cuz I didn't need any weirdos trying to talk to me. As I'm passing the car, I heard the usual "hey hey hey" or "hey girl, let me talk to ya"....but of course I kept walking. Then I hear this girl (I'm guessing she was in the back seat), "She has a nice a**!....She has a nice a**!". She must've said this like 5 times and loudly. I'm thinking, "Oh Lord"....not only do I have the crazy dudes trying to holla, now I have some crazy girl yelling mess at me too. I practically ran the rest of the way to my car, but not before being holla'd at like 10 more times. I have never been more happy to get in a car than I was that night.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
BaBy ThUgS?!?!?!
What is with these young boys these days thinking it's cute to act like a thug? Last nite I got a friend request on Myspace from a shirtless 17 year old boy. I'm looking at the picture like, "who is this kid and why is he trying to be my friend?". I tried to look at his profile, but it was set to private. I don't approve anyone on myspace unless I know you, because they're are too many wackos out there.
Anywho, he sent me a message asking if I remembered him and I said "I'm sorry, but no". He goes on to explain that he's my youngest brother's friend. When he told me his name, I nearly fell out of my seat. He didn't look the same and he was just all thugged out. I sat there thinking that "this is not the same little boy my little brother used to have play dates with and I used to make them sandwiches". It's safe to say I was baffled. So I look through the pictures and he has pictures of him with stacks of money and pictures of his homeboy with a gun (don't know what kind it was).
My concern is, why do these boys feel like they have to act this way? My brother is the same way. He wears his pants at his knees. Half the time I can't even understand him, cuz it doesn't sound like he's speaking English. The mess they're speaking these days isn't even Ebonics, I really don't know what it is. I'm always telling him to stop cursing, b/c every other word is a curse word and I don't play that. I mean I curse occasionally, but dang EVERY OTHER WORD just doesn't make any sense.
I feel like our youth are in a crisis situation and it's the responsibility of my peers(the ones that have good sense) to help enlighten them. A lot of them don't really know who they are as individuals, therefore they don't know who to be. So they emulate what they see on tv or in the streets. It really makes me sad. Most of their parents can't reach them because they feel like their parents don't understand. But if the 25+ age bracket could volunteer to mentor at least one lost teenager, the world would be a much better place.
Anywho, he sent me a message asking if I remembered him and I said "I'm sorry, but no". He goes on to explain that he's my youngest brother's friend. When he told me his name, I nearly fell out of my seat. He didn't look the same and he was just all thugged out. I sat there thinking that "this is not the same little boy my little brother used to have play dates with and I used to make them sandwiches". It's safe to say I was baffled. So I look through the pictures and he has pictures of him with stacks of money and pictures of his homeboy with a gun (don't know what kind it was).My concern is, why do these boys feel like they have to act this way? My brother is the same way. He wears his pants at his knees. Half the time I can't even understand him, cuz it doesn't sound like he's speaking English. The mess they're speaking these days isn't even Ebonics, I really don't know what it is. I'm always telling him to stop cursing, b/c every other word is a curse word and I don't play that. I mean I curse occasionally, but dang EVERY OTHER WORD just doesn't make any sense.
I feel like our youth are in a crisis situation and it's the responsibility of my peers(the ones that have good sense) to help enlighten them. A lot of them don't really know who they are as individuals, therefore they don't know who to be. So they emulate what they see on tv or in the streets. It really makes me sad. Most of their parents can't reach them because they feel like their parents don't understand. But if the 25+ age bracket could volunteer to mentor at least one lost teenager, the world would be a much better place.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Giiiiiiirl!! That's my song!
I'm so feeling this song right now....it's so refreshing to have a new face on the music scene that's worth listening to.
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