This week i had to post this. my cousin sent this to me and i felt it was postable. i know that this is the first time that I have ever read or heard a caucasion call out his/her own race on their prejudices without the whole "white guilt" edge to it. It is very witty and definately worth reading. it is a perspective that most people especially those that he is writing about ever look at. Let me know what you think...
Andrew M. Manis is associate professor of history at Macon State College in Georgia and wrote this for an editorial in the Macon Telegraph.
Andrew M. Manis: When Are WE Going to Get Over It?
For much of the last forty years, ever since America "fixed" its race problem in the Civil Rights and Voting Rights Acts, we white people have been impatient with African Americans who continued to blame race for their difficulties. Often we have heard whites ask, "When are African Americans finally going to get over it? Now I want to ask : "When are we White Americans going to get over our ridiculous obsession with skin color? Recent reports that "Election Spurs Hundreds' of Race Threats, Crimes" should frighten and infuriate every one of us. Having grown up in "Bombingham," Alabama in the 1960s, I remember overhearing an avalanche of comments about what many white classmates and their parents wanted to do to John and Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King. Eventually, as you may recall, in all three cases, someone decided to do more than " talk the talk ."
Since our recent presidential election, to our eternal shame we are once again hearing the same reprehensible talk I remember from my boyhood. We white people have controlled political life in the disunited colonies and United States for some 400 years on this continent. Conservative whites have been in power 28 of the last 40 years. Even during the eight Clinton years, conservatives in Congress blocked most of his agenda and pulled him to the right. Yet never in that period did I read any headlines suggesting that anyone was calling for the assassinations of presidents Nixon, Ford, Reagan, or either of the Bushes. Criticize them, yes. Call for their impeachment, perhaps. But there were no bounties on their heads. And even when someone did try to kill Ronald Reagan, the perpetrator was non-political mental case who wanted merely to impress Jody Foster.
But elect a liberal who happens to be Black and we're back in the sixties again. At this point in our history, we should be proud that we've proven what conservatives are always saying -- that in America anything is possible, EVEN electing a black man as president. But instead we now hear that school children from Maine to California are talking about wanting to " assassinate Obama ." Fighting the urge to throw up, I can only ask, " How long ?" How long before we white people realize we can't make our nation, much less the whole world, look like us? How long until we white people can - once and for all - get over this hell-conceived preoccupation with skin color? How long until we white people get over the demonic conviction that white skin makes us superior? How long before we white people get over our bitter resentments about being demoted to the status of equality with non-whites? How long before we get over our expectations that we should be at the head of the line merely because of our white skin? How long until we white people end our silence and call out our peers when they share the latest racist jokes in the privacy of our white-only conversations? I believe in free speech, but how long until we white people start making racist loudmouths as socially uncomfortable as we do flag burners? How long until we white people will stop insisting that blacks exercise personal responsibility, build strong families, educate themselves enough to edit the Harvard Law Review, and work hard enough to become President of the United States, only to threaten to assassinate them when they do? How long before we start "living out the true meaning" of our creeds, both civil and religious, that all men and women are created equal and that " red and yellow , black and white " all are precious in God's sight? Until this past November 4, I didn't believe this country would ever elect an African American to the presidency. I still don't believe I'll live long enough to see us white people get over our racism problem. But here's my three - point plan : First , everyday that Barack Obama lives in the White House that Black Slaves Built, I'm going to pray that God (and the Secret Service ) will protect him and his family from us white people.
Second , I'm going to report to the FBI any white person I overhear saying, in seriousness or in jest, anything of a threatening nature about President Obama. Third , I'm going to pray to live long enough to see America surprise the world once again, when white people can " in spirit and in truth " sing of our damnable color prejudice, " We HAVE overcome ."
It (now) takes a Village to protect our President !!!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
And Away We Go
This past weekend me and a crew of my friends went camping Yes I said it CAMPING. We titled the weekend Negros go Camping...and Cristy. Seeing as how we did have one extremely ethnic caucasion on the trip with us. LOL!! So it went well overall. Am I suprised? Hmm no not really. I think the only issues were community property vs. indiviual property, setting up the tents lack of football skills, daddy long legs, racist Jersey Boys, rain and possibly horny couples.
Starting with the first one community property vs. individual property. Sounds weird considerin gthat we are not talking about divorce. But it was thought out before the trip that everyone would be responsible for bringing certain items for the group. Really just food. Maria and Jason were on breakfast duty. Cristy, Sarah and Nick were on lunch duty. Oronde and I were on dinner duty and Sefako on dessert. Liquor was on your own except that some of us shared with the group and others weren't really trying to fork over the goods. Some people brought chairs for themselves while others kept them in their trunk, lol leaving those who brought chairs without seats. Some helped clean up community areas and others only cleaned up individual areas. Are you catching my drift? Anyways nothing was really done or said about any of these things but seeing as how this ismy blog I am letting it out that I noticed the shit. Moving on...
Setting up the tents proved to be a challenge. All these smart black people...and Cristy and it proved to be a challenge. We put up our tent first it went ok considering I was shouting out tehe directions the entire time. Moving to do Sefako's tent was just heart breaking. She had the smaller version of our tent but as we were putting it together the two main tent poles broke. I just hope that Sefi remembers to raise all hell at Target when she goes to return the tent. Then it was time for cristy's cathedral of a tent.this monstrosity could not have been any more confusing. This tent had rooms. WTF. I will not elaborate except to say that I sat back yelled out the directions and drank my Colt 45.
Are you ready for some football? Well I was if only I could've stayed on my damn feet. I was running around like it was nobody's business. But playing football in Jordan's (yes those are basketball sneakers) was not very helpful to my game. it actually kept me on he floor with a potentially dislocated shoulder, a mulitude of grass stains, and many bruises on my leg. And if that weren't enough on my own my dear husband was so worried about me intercepting a ball that was being thrown to him that he literally tackled me. And yes I went right back down on the same side that I had fallen on the first 100 hundred times. My team had really well thought out plans that just never seemed to transpire. We only scored two touchdowns and really Jason scored both of them and they were sneaky. We have to do better next time.
While the idea of camping is something that is fun to me the actually camping is only ok. It's not because of the tenting or trees or strange noises and odd park rangers..it's the bugs. I DON'T DO BUGS!!!! And it is one in particular the Daddy Long Legs. They fucking suck. They are eerie and creepy. It doesn't help to know that they are actually extrememly poisonous spiders that are just to weak to bite you and KILL YOU. What if there is one on steriods? You're done. They just crawl on you as if they have permission. Those long legs tip toe across the top of your tent. They are by far worse than slugs and those used to give me nightmares for years. (side note: For years slugs gave me nightmares after a mishap. My grandparents (RIP) used to have these BBQs t their house in Queens. My grandmother woul dmake the best ribs. i used to scarf down so many of them to the bone that I would wind up with heartburn. So one night I drank my pepto bismal at the age of 11 and I was standing at the back door when these slugs starting crawling on my bare feet. ugh..I'm itching just writing this. They were everywher slimy and creepy. I think it was my mom who cam and starting pouring salt all over them to make them go away but the damage was done. The fear was there. For at least a year afer that I used to have crazy nightmares that there were slugs in my bed. i would literally be crying and go and jump in my parents and even sometimes my brothers bed to escape the slugs that were not there of course. Of course I think I had my first kiss at 12 but was scared of slugs. Hmm..how did that work out. I was old enough to kiss a boy but was still sleeping in my parents bed because of imaginary slugs. I knew something was off with me..but even with kissing that I should have known better I remember being in Marthas Vineyard I must have been like 13 or 14 by now I had this crush on this boy Imani. he was a friend of my real crush at the time Keith who was the twin brother of my friend Lindsey. Anyways, I was dared to kiss Imani and I was so terrified so being me and never backing down from a challenge I ran back (since I had already walked away) and kissed Imani. Now that sounds boring but it wasn't. i didn't mention that I never slowed down my run when I went in for the kiss. This resulted in my biting Imani's lip and it proceeding to bleed. Can we say emabarassing? To make matters worse when I turned around to continue on my walk home there was a skunk. Needless to say I'm done with this story) So back to camping there is always some sort of wild animal that is there to torment me. Hopefully I will get over daddy long legs better than I did slugs because my parents bed is about 40 minuted away from here and I don't ven have a key to get in the door.
Now onto our racist Jersey Boy friends. They came to us looking for a good time. we welcomed them into our negro weekend with no problem. We learned things from one another. We played poker together and then they called us "you people". Enough said. We handled it accordingly...
Rain Rain go away come back another day. Preferibly when we are not camping. It poured our second night. We stayed dry but everyone else got wet. Jason even thought he was drowning at one point, LMAO!! To tie this into what could have been a very romantic evening for the 3 couples on thr trip. it was raining, shifty air mattresses and dirt does not equal romance.
So this is a lot to take in I realize. but it was fun I am eager and excited for the next trip to come. And yes Negros do camp and damn we do it so well!!
Starting with the first one community property vs. individual property. Sounds weird considerin gthat we are not talking about divorce. But it was thought out before the trip that everyone would be responsible for bringing certain items for the group. Really just food. Maria and Jason were on breakfast duty. Cristy, Sarah and Nick were on lunch duty. Oronde and I were on dinner duty and Sefako on dessert. Liquor was on your own except that some of us shared with the group and others weren't really trying to fork over the goods. Some people brought chairs for themselves while others kept them in their trunk, lol leaving those who brought chairs without seats. Some helped clean up community areas and others only cleaned up individual areas. Are you catching my drift? Anyways nothing was really done or said about any of these things but seeing as how this ismy blog I am letting it out that I noticed the shit. Moving on...
Setting up the tents proved to be a challenge. All these smart black people...and Cristy and it proved to be a challenge. We put up our tent first it went ok considering I was shouting out tehe directions the entire time. Moving to do Sefako's tent was just heart breaking. She had the smaller version of our tent but as we were putting it together the two main tent poles broke. I just hope that Sefi remembers to raise all hell at Target when she goes to return the tent. Then it was time for cristy's cathedral of a tent.this monstrosity could not have been any more confusing. This tent had rooms. WTF. I will not elaborate except to say that I sat back yelled out the directions and drank my Colt 45.
Are you ready for some football? Well I was if only I could've stayed on my damn feet. I was running around like it was nobody's business. But playing football in Jordan's (yes those are basketball sneakers) was not very helpful to my game. it actually kept me on he floor with a potentially dislocated shoulder, a mulitude of grass stains, and many bruises on my leg. And if that weren't enough on my own my dear husband was so worried about me intercepting a ball that was being thrown to him that he literally tackled me. And yes I went right back down on the same side that I had fallen on the first 100 hundred times. My team had really well thought out plans that just never seemed to transpire. We only scored two touchdowns and really Jason scored both of them and they were sneaky. We have to do better next time.
While the idea of camping is something that is fun to me the actually camping is only ok. It's not because of the tenting or trees or strange noises and odd park rangers..it's the bugs. I DON'T DO BUGS!!!! And it is one in particular the Daddy Long Legs. They fucking suck. They are eerie and creepy. It doesn't help to know that they are actually extrememly poisonous spiders that are just to weak to bite you and KILL YOU. What if there is one on steriods? You're done. They just crawl on you as if they have permission. Those long legs tip toe across the top of your tent. They are by far worse than slugs and those used to give me nightmares for years. (side note: For years slugs gave me nightmares after a mishap. My grandparents (RIP) used to have these BBQs t their house in Queens. My grandmother woul dmake the best ribs. i used to scarf down so many of them to the bone that I would wind up with heartburn. So one night I drank my pepto bismal at the age of 11 and I was standing at the back door when these slugs starting crawling on my bare feet. ugh..I'm itching just writing this. They were everywher slimy and creepy. I think it was my mom who cam and starting pouring salt all over them to make them go away but the damage was done. The fear was there. For at least a year afer that I used to have crazy nightmares that there were slugs in my bed. i would literally be crying and go and jump in my parents and even sometimes my brothers bed to escape the slugs that were not there of course. Of course I think I had my first kiss at 12 but was scared of slugs. Hmm..how did that work out. I was old enough to kiss a boy but was still sleeping in my parents bed because of imaginary slugs. I knew something was off with me..but even with kissing that I should have known better I remember being in Marthas Vineyard I must have been like 13 or 14 by now I had this crush on this boy Imani. he was a friend of my real crush at the time Keith who was the twin brother of my friend Lindsey. Anyways, I was dared to kiss Imani and I was so terrified so being me and never backing down from a challenge I ran back (since I had already walked away) and kissed Imani. Now that sounds boring but it wasn't. i didn't mention that I never slowed down my run when I went in for the kiss. This resulted in my biting Imani's lip and it proceeding to bleed. Can we say emabarassing? To make matters worse when I turned around to continue on my walk home there was a skunk. Needless to say I'm done with this story) So back to camping there is always some sort of wild animal that is there to torment me. Hopefully I will get over daddy long legs better than I did slugs because my parents bed is about 40 minuted away from here and I don't ven have a key to get in the door.
Now onto our racist Jersey Boy friends. They came to us looking for a good time. we welcomed them into our negro weekend with no problem. We learned things from one another. We played poker together and then they called us "you people". Enough said. We handled it accordingly...
Rain Rain go away come back another day. Preferibly when we are not camping. It poured our second night. We stayed dry but everyone else got wet. Jason even thought he was drowning at one point, LMAO!! To tie this into what could have been a very romantic evening for the 3 couples on thr trip. it was raining, shifty air mattresses and dirt does not equal romance.
So this is a lot to take in I realize. but it was fun I am eager and excited for the next trip to come. And yes Negros do camp and damn we do it so well!!
Monday, August 3, 2009
An Aquired Taste?
When you hear someone say that something is an aquired taste what pops to your head? I immediately think of anchovies. That is something that most people don't like and only certain people do.
Well last night my husband and I were talking about how it took his sister almost 4 out of the 6 years we've been together to start liking me, lol! Whatever... and his response was "Chelsea you are somehwhat of an aquired taste..you're special" LMAO!! my response was quickly, "YOU'RE COMPARING ME TO ANCHOVIES!!!" He quickly tried to recover with " I am too, that's what makes us similar." He went on to explain that if people don't know me I quickly catch them off guard becasue of the things that come out of my mouth. Hmmm... He said that I have a tendency to just talk without regard for anything besides what is on my brain. I'm the Howard Stern or Wendy Williams of non celebrities. Again I say Whatever....Who wants to constantly be thinking about how to express their thoughts. That is so retarded in a social setting. Save that stuff for work or meetings. When I am amongst friends and aquaintances I don't give a shit.If I've said it once I'll say it again You either like me or you don't there is no in between. I guesss I truly an an aquired taste. I'll own it!!!lol
p.s.- for the record most of the people that don't like me aka Anchovies are some the the biggest haters ever. I think people only wish and dream that that could be more like me. Who wants to be a prisoner of their own mind? Ugh!! Sounds like a pretty crappy way to live. If I catch you off guard, so what. Deal with it.
Now how's that for being Delightfully Divalicious!?!
Well last night my husband and I were talking about how it took his sister almost 4 out of the 6 years we've been together to start liking me, lol! Whatever... and his response was "Chelsea you are somehwhat of an aquired taste..you're special" LMAO!! my response was quickly, "YOU'RE COMPARING ME TO ANCHOVIES!!!" He quickly tried to recover with " I am too, that's what makes us similar." He went on to explain that if people don't know me I quickly catch them off guard becasue of the things that come out of my mouth. Hmmm... He said that I have a tendency to just talk without regard for anything besides what is on my brain. I'm the Howard Stern or Wendy Williams of non celebrities. Again I say Whatever....Who wants to constantly be thinking about how to express their thoughts. That is so retarded in a social setting. Save that stuff for work or meetings. When I am amongst friends and aquaintances I don't give a shit.If I've said it once I'll say it again You either like me or you don't there is no in between. I guesss I truly an an aquired taste. I'll own it!!!lol
p.s.- for the record most of the people that don't like me aka Anchovies are some the the biggest haters ever. I think people only wish and dream that that could be more like me. Who wants to be a prisoner of their own mind? Ugh!! Sounds like a pretty crappy way to live. If I catch you off guard, so what. Deal with it.
Now how's that for being Delightfully Divalicious!?!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Butterflies
Today I have butterflies. I'm nervous. My mother-in-law and I have decided to start a catering business that is going to include an office lunch delivery program. The funny thing is that for as many people that have had my food and her food and for as many parties that we have both catered I'm nervous. This is completely dependent upon those who have enjoyed our food in the past wanting to enjoy it again but at a price. Ugh! Now having worked downtown and knowing that even a slice of pizza will run you $3 or a salad for $10 we are offering a great deal. We are a plate of food for $8. In this economy that is great especially not to have any MSG, lol!! Iguess I'm just using this blog to calm myself and realize this is a good thing and we will prosper. So...pat on the back Chels here's to another successful business venture!!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Let's Talk about Stress Baby
Let's talk about stress baby, let's talk about you and me, let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that stress me, let's talk about stress....I know many of think that I'm just living this Real Housewives of Harlem life but it is not G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S. I'm stressed I feel like I have never been more busy in my life. Between trying to get these workmen to show up when they actually are supposed to show up and dealing with my tenants needs. I'm ready to pull my hair out. Then while trying to manage that I am trying to be a good wife to my husband and a good president of First Ladies. oh and did I mention trying to find other sources of income to help pay for my life.
When did it all get so difficult. As a child and teenager all you want to do is grow up and be an adult because of the freedom that you supposedly are supposed to have. Then when you get to this point of adulthood you'd give anything to go back and be that bratty teenager.
I mean seriously, Bills? What kind of fuckery is that? it is not like Con Edison created gas or electricity. It is not like nYC created water that they have the right to raise the bill by 18%. It is not like Wells Fargo invented money to lend for my mortgage. And let's not even get into cable...Bills should exist for fun things like shopping or cars or vacations.
i don't know I'm exhausted just thinking about it..
When did it all get so difficult. As a child and teenager all you want to do is grow up and be an adult because of the freedom that you supposedly are supposed to have. Then when you get to this point of adulthood you'd give anything to go back and be that bratty teenager.
I mean seriously, Bills? What kind of fuckery is that? it is not like Con Edison created gas or electricity. It is not like nYC created water that they have the right to raise the bill by 18%. It is not like Wells Fargo invented money to lend for my mortgage. And let's not even get into cable...Bills should exist for fun things like shopping or cars or vacations.
i don't know I'm exhausted just thinking about it..
Friday, July 10, 2009
Another Day
Good morning world. I have just risen and I am cleary not too shiny. I would like to take a moment and say Happy Birthday Rob(actually it was yesterday) and a Happy Birthday to one of my oldest friends, Keli. Keli and I are actually 3rd generation friends. Our grandfathers went to college together at Hampton and then our fathers grew up together as friends in Queens and now here we are. I'm pretty sure that as we continue to grow and have our own offspring the will be friends too, awwwww!!! There is something nice about that. It is so rare today. Especially because ususally as people grow up they grow apart. I mean that is a natural progression but I was always taught that it is important to at least be in touch with folks. So I try..
I'm supposed to go out baby registering with another dear friend Allison today. We went to high school together. She was actually present the first time that I ever tried the ganja, LMAO!! That was an experience (please note: I do not to drugs, but everybody has a first time to try something right? I was 15 and was severely choking). Anyway back to the day. Allison is preggers with her first child, awwww!! I have the honor of being the planner for her baby shower coming up in September. You know I forgot where I was going with this. My BFFMV just called and sidetracked me. Oh and BFFMV stands for Best Friend Forever Male Version that would be Jason. Oddly enough given my ganja history, Jason knew me since I was 15 as well, lol!! I guess 15 was that year for lots of things.
15 was the year that I got shipped off to boarding school. Good ole Oakwood Friends. According to my lovely mother I was "concentrating too much on the social aspects of teenage life and not enough on the academics". People I got my first C, in spanish for crying out loud. But the real truth is I was a handful. I was a less than desirable adolescent. I was a brat. I believe that I really sealed the coffin when I through that pork chop across the dinner table in one of my rages. That was the type of horrible behavior I was exuding. Sorry to my parental units for all the craziness. I am fearful of having children especially a girl because I feel like I will get it back to me 10 fold. However, unlike my parents who were nice enough to ship me off (which did wonders for our relationship) I might be in jail for beating the shit outta my kids. That was a joke I think that is child abuse. But I know I will be some kind of tough parent.
This reminds me of what is now a classic family joke. I remember that I was grounded but I had to go to the city to meet up with a good friend at the time, Meret. I remember my parents standing at the front door and my father yelling "YOU MAY NOT GO OUT THIS DOOR..." I simply responded with "ok" and preceded to the front window of the parlor floor of our brownstone and jumped out. Man, that was a long jump, LMAO!! I landed and kept it mocing to the D train. My parents were shocked but couldn't help but laugh about it later. They knew that I was determined if I was going to foolishly jump out of a window. I just can't believe that I did all that just to go hang out. But they did say I couldn't go out the door, that didn't rule out other ways of exiting. You have to watch how you word things to me.
I was terrible at 15. But I also think that I was coming into my own at 15. It was clear that I was going to make my own decisions. While many of them cost me it was something I had to go through. I don't make the same mistakes twice. I have truly learned from all of my crazy behavior. I know some of you are shaking your heads saying that not much has changed this bitch is still nuts.LOL! WHATEVER!!!! If you are still around me then you are crazy too. Or maybe you are just drawn to my magnetic energy. I'm fun, shut-up.
Anyway, I will continue more with all of this later. I am now 15 minutes late for my workout. Lata!!
I'm supposed to go out baby registering with another dear friend Allison today. We went to high school together. She was actually present the first time that I ever tried the ganja, LMAO!! That was an experience (please note: I do not to drugs, but everybody has a first time to try something right? I was 15 and was severely choking). Anyway back to the day. Allison is preggers with her first child, awwww!! I have the honor of being the planner for her baby shower coming up in September. You know I forgot where I was going with this. My BFFMV just called and sidetracked me. Oh and BFFMV stands for Best Friend Forever Male Version that would be Jason. Oddly enough given my ganja history, Jason knew me since I was 15 as well, lol!! I guess 15 was that year for lots of things.
15 was the year that I got shipped off to boarding school. Good ole Oakwood Friends. According to my lovely mother I was "concentrating too much on the social aspects of teenage life and not enough on the academics". People I got my first C, in spanish for crying out loud. But the real truth is I was a handful. I was a less than desirable adolescent. I was a brat. I believe that I really sealed the coffin when I through that pork chop across the dinner table in one of my rages. That was the type of horrible behavior I was exuding. Sorry to my parental units for all the craziness. I am fearful of having children especially a girl because I feel like I will get it back to me 10 fold. However, unlike my parents who were nice enough to ship me off (which did wonders for our relationship) I might be in jail for beating the shit outta my kids. That was a joke I think that is child abuse. But I know I will be some kind of tough parent.
This reminds me of what is now a classic family joke. I remember that I was grounded but I had to go to the city to meet up with a good friend at the time, Meret. I remember my parents standing at the front door and my father yelling "YOU MAY NOT GO OUT THIS DOOR..." I simply responded with "ok" and preceded to the front window of the parlor floor of our brownstone and jumped out. Man, that was a long jump, LMAO!! I landed and kept it mocing to the D train. My parents were shocked but couldn't help but laugh about it later. They knew that I was determined if I was going to foolishly jump out of a window. I just can't believe that I did all that just to go hang out. But they did say I couldn't go out the door, that didn't rule out other ways of exiting. You have to watch how you word things to me.
I was terrible at 15. But I also think that I was coming into my own at 15. It was clear that I was going to make my own decisions. While many of them cost me it was something I had to go through. I don't make the same mistakes twice. I have truly learned from all of my crazy behavior. I know some of you are shaking your heads saying that not much has changed this bitch is still nuts.LOL! WHATEVER!!!! If you are still around me then you are crazy too. Or maybe you are just drawn to my magnetic energy. I'm fun, shut-up.
Anyway, I will continue more with all of this later. I am now 15 minutes late for my workout. Lata!!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
And So It Begins...
So now here I am writing my first official blog. Yay!! I have to be honest I was always wondering about this blog stuff. I guess you can all thank my best friend Crystal for getting me to start this. I love to write and I do so everyday. I love to talk and I definately do that everyday, lol. I guess this is just a combination of those things. Please expect lots of run-on sentences, typos and improper punctuation. That's just how I flow. I write like I talk. You can edit me later.
If you are wondering about what I am actually intending to write in this blog don't hold your breath..I have no clue either. I don't have a direction with it and I quite like it that way. It's kind of like my life. Now, I'm not saying that my life doesn't have direction but I'm saying that I am not in a mold that I feel I have to follow. Those of you who actually know me realize that. I have always just flowed and marched to the beat of my own beat box. I don't critcize those who do stick and stay with some mold or rather path layed out for them. I just believe that you only have one life that is not on a time clock so you better make the most of it for you. Do whatcha gotta do for you!!! I'd like to think that that is kind of my motto. I know that I will encourage my children (no not pregnant and no kids yet either) to follow their heart and mean it.
This all comes from the bubble I was bread to live in. Growing up I was part of an affluent upper-middle class African American family. I had access to everything in the world. I went to the best private schools. I lived in fancy homes in prestigious neighborhoods. I only hung around others that were in the same boat as me. Grateful and Thankful for all my opportunites but I found it incredibly BORING. It didn't excite me. It did not prepare me for the real world outside f that bubble. That world was full of phony, pretentious, gossipy, insecure and insincere people. From the adults all the way down to the kids. It was disgusting. In the real world you can't get by with that kind of nastiness and pompous attitude (unless of course that's what you like to hang around) and I just look at it as what's the point, who the hell do you think you are? Now I need to be clear...while it seems as though I turn my nose up at that world I have had some amazing times, and I have met and made some lasting friendships. But I think I've narrowed it down to who I can stomach and who can stomach me, lol!! As I said before I follow my own path and in that world you are automatically axed out or talked about for doing that. I have yet to finish college and I married a sanitation worker...Damn I must be the failure of Jack and Jill, God forgive me, lol!!
I am very happy thus far. I've stumbled and fallen but that is real life and I pick my big butt up and keep it moving, ya heard. Many of my former aquaintences who have the big jobs and all the education and only care about their so called "status" don't seem happy...I have a life that I love living (please note: I am not saying that if you have education and a good job that you can't be happy. I am a big advocate for education. I am simply writing about what I have seen with some of the people that I grew up with). I have a beautiful building that I own and reside in. I have an amazing husband who loves the hell out of me and I him. I don't have to go to bed alone. I won't be 40 and trying to figure out lifes next move...career vs. kids/husband (unless that's your choice of course). I have true, genuine friends that are in my life at all times not just when they're on top and I might be down or vice versa. It is no question that the things that matter to me are the riches in life not just being rich. I am a humane, generous, loving, caring, honest and loyal Diva. I live with integrity. I believe that at the end of the day you have to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and be proud of what you see. I am.....
The more I write this the more I think I realize where this blog might take me. I have always looked at writing as my therapy. It is my way of getting life's shit off my chest. I tend to come across very abrasive when I speak and judging by this blog maybe when I write too but it is what it is. I would hope that nobody would take offense as this is my blog expressing my opinions which everyone is entitled to.
If you are wondering about what I am actually intending to write in this blog don't hold your breath..I have no clue either. I don't have a direction with it and I quite like it that way. It's kind of like my life. Now, I'm not saying that my life doesn't have direction but I'm saying that I am not in a mold that I feel I have to follow. Those of you who actually know me realize that. I have always just flowed and marched to the beat of my own beat box. I don't critcize those who do stick and stay with some mold or rather path layed out for them. I just believe that you only have one life that is not on a time clock so you better make the most of it for you. Do whatcha gotta do for you!!! I'd like to think that that is kind of my motto. I know that I will encourage my children (no not pregnant and no kids yet either) to follow their heart and mean it.
This all comes from the bubble I was bread to live in. Growing up I was part of an affluent upper-middle class African American family. I had access to everything in the world. I went to the best private schools. I lived in fancy homes in prestigious neighborhoods. I only hung around others that were in the same boat as me. Grateful and Thankful for all my opportunites but I found it incredibly BORING. It didn't excite me. It did not prepare me for the real world outside f that bubble. That world was full of phony, pretentious, gossipy, insecure and insincere people. From the adults all the way down to the kids. It was disgusting. In the real world you can't get by with that kind of nastiness and pompous attitude (unless of course that's what you like to hang around) and I just look at it as what's the point, who the hell do you think you are? Now I need to be clear...while it seems as though I turn my nose up at that world I have had some amazing times, and I have met and made some lasting friendships. But I think I've narrowed it down to who I can stomach and who can stomach me, lol!! As I said before I follow my own path and in that world you are automatically axed out or talked about for doing that. I have yet to finish college and I married a sanitation worker...Damn I must be the failure of Jack and Jill, God forgive me, lol!!
I am very happy thus far. I've stumbled and fallen but that is real life and I pick my big butt up and keep it moving, ya heard. Many of my former aquaintences who have the big jobs and all the education and only care about their so called "status" don't seem happy...I have a life that I love living (please note: I am not saying that if you have education and a good job that you can't be happy. I am a big advocate for education. I am simply writing about what I have seen with some of the people that I grew up with). I have a beautiful building that I own and reside in. I have an amazing husband who loves the hell out of me and I him. I don't have to go to bed alone. I won't be 40 and trying to figure out lifes next move...career vs. kids/husband (unless that's your choice of course). I have true, genuine friends that are in my life at all times not just when they're on top and I might be down or vice versa. It is no question that the things that matter to me are the riches in life not just being rich. I am a humane, generous, loving, caring, honest and loyal Diva. I live with integrity. I believe that at the end of the day you have to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and be proud of what you see. I am.....
The more I write this the more I think I realize where this blog might take me. I have always looked at writing as my therapy. It is my way of getting life's shit off my chest. I tend to come across very abrasive when I speak and judging by this blog maybe when I write too but it is what it is. I would hope that nobody would take offense as this is my blog expressing my opinions which everyone is entitled to.
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