Just Leave Me Alone

Today was definitely one of those days that I just wanted to be left alone. While I did want some form of human contact---I wanted it to be at my own discretion. I think I'll turn in early tonight, and rid myself of this anti-sociable FUNK!

Righteous Rhetoric Road

It has been on several occasions that my dearest friends have spoken these words to me, "You better than me, because I would have said something." While these words do not ring true for me in most situations, they do when I'm hurt by or dissappointed in loved ones and friends. The saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me," is far from the truth. When people you love, and/or care for, look you in the eyes and spit selfish, degrading rhetoric---it hurts .

Although I very seldom cross the threshold of a sanctuary, I was raised as a PK (Preacher's Kid) and for this reason my belief in God and the teachings of the Bible are often a source of comfort for me. I'm reminded of a verse that my father use to read to me when I allowed negative emotions to guide my responses, it was Proverbs 15: 28 - The heart of the righteous ponders how to answer, But the mouth of the wicked pours out evil things. I consider my father to be a wise man who always encouraged me to listen, process, work through my emotions, give a honest response and leave NO room for further questions or discussion.

So to my dearest friends that tell me, "You better than me, because I would have said something," ---this blog should prove that I listen and understand what you are saying. And I say this to you, I know you love me, and I only hope that in the midst of my silence you're able to see a woman that loves more than I hate, fears God and believes that my actions speak louder than words and leave NO room for misinterpretation.

Ode to Shoes

Ok, my shoe collection has officially surpassed my wardrobe. I think I have an official shoe fetish--I buy first and worry about matching them up with an outfit later. So you know what this means---Yes America, there are boxes of shoes in my closet that haven't been worn. Its sooooooo bad, I put my shoes on first and then get dressed. When I think about it I'm sadden because it seems so wasteful and self-indulged to buy shoes that I really don't need.

But, I'll ease my pain by buying these two must haves:

UGG's (LEATHER--OMG, these are HOT!!!!!!)

Wonder Woman!!!!

Huh, Neurorectal Opthalmology?

I heard this term for the first time today. The user described it as a human condition "when your eyes get crossed with your eyelids and asshole and you have a shitty outlook on life." I'll admit, at first I thought WTF, there is actually a scientific term for this? Then, I wondered does this shitty outlook apply to life experiences that impact an individually directly and/or indirectly, and what is the users intended definition of the term "shitty"?

Ok, for starters let's google the term "shitty". This term is described as vulgar slang meaning-- of very poor quality; unfortunate; incompetent; trivial; being in a state of discomfort and unhappiness.

Ok now, the term "life"; the physical, mental or spiritual experiences that constitute existence.

Well, now that I've broken this down. The inevitable proves to be true----I've suffered with and will probably suffer future occurrences of Neurorectal Opthalmology. Just to name a few instances:

Physical experiences: Sorry, but I do think it is unfortunate that a women has a menstrual cycle every month, 3-7 days at a time for 20+ years. Call it what you want, but I'll accept that when my monthly comes around I suffer with Neurorectal Opthalmology.

Mental: I think about a whole lot of things that are of very poor quality, and they tend to make me uncomfortable and unhappy. Just to name a few----paying bills; going to work; crime; poverty--I could on, but, I'm experiencing Neurorectal Opthalmology as I write!

Spiritual: (Please forgive me Lord for I'm about to sin) But, I've been to church and witnessed the misappropriation of funds. I understand the theory that a "megachurch will reap megabucks", but for what reason does the pastor need a helicopter, 24KT gold wall trimming in their home, and not one, but two Maybach's? While I don't see the term trifling under our list of terms for "shitty", I think my perspective qualifies as having Neurorectal Opthalmology.

So, what do you think? Am I alone, or do you too at times suffer with this disease? Well, if you do, this is one to grow on. There is actually a scientific term for this condition.

Now, if this doesn't justify the legalization of marijuana as the cure, then I don't know what will. Scientific research proves that the most common side effect from the inhalation of marijuana, cannabis or ganja (whichever term you prefer) is subjective change of perception. Therefore, this will assist with uncrossing my eyes, eyelids and asshole; thereby, preventing this common disease we know as Neurorectal Opthalmology.

Puff, Puff, Pass my dude! Peace and blessings.

The Thoughts of a Phenomenal Woman

I often wonder what my closest friends think of me? Do they confide in me daily just to hear themselves speak, or do they truly value my opinion, and sometimes advice?

I often wonder what my supervisor thinks of me? Does s/he feel I lack the potential to professionally succeed, or do they fear my perseverance?

I often wonder what my husband thinks of me? Does he miss the girl I use to be, or does he admire the woman I am today?

I often wonder what my two daughters think of me? Do they long for their days of independence , or do they wish mom could be there for them more?

I often wonder what my parents think of me? Do they ask where they may have went wrong, or are they proud of who I am and what I aspire to be?

I'm convinced that these questions will always go unanswered, because they solicit the feelings of my closest confidants and the people I love the most. The same feelings that are here today, and potentially gone tomorrow.

So I often answer these questions with a response that defines what I think of me, and I'm partial to Maya Angelou's interpretation of me:

To my friends, I say: Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size. But when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.

To my supervisor, I say: It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.

To the man I love, I say: Men themselves have wondered What they see in me.They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery.When I try to show them They say they still can't see.I say,It's in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style. I'm a woman.

To my daughters, I say: Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud.When you see me passing It ought to make you proud.

To my parents, I say: Thank you mom, for showing me how to be a real woman, wife and mother----And dad----- you sure know how to pick 'em.

Peace and Blessings.

Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman.........

So, I just watched the movie "Obsessed," starring Beyonce Knowles and Idris Elba. I know----its been out of the movie theatre for awhile, but, I couldn't convince myself to pay $11.00 for another "Fatal Attraction" flic. But, I did spend $15.99 to add this one to our collection, and experience 116 minutes of agitation, disappointment and dissatisfaction.

Agitation - Don't ever allow the old cliche, "Out of sight, out of mind," to end a volatile situation. Because for some, leaving is not ending-- its just personal time and space to contemplate, plot and start scheming.

Disappointment - The best time to tell someone something you're sure they don't want to hear, is the moment that NOT telling them is the only thing you can think about.

Dissatisfaction - Beyonce and those damn stilettos! She ain't beat dat chic down, like I NEEDED HER TO BEAT DAT TRICK DOWN! I'm thinking upper cut, upper cut, right jab, right jab and a few knee thrusts. Forget balancing my weight on a beam while this tramp swings on me with a 2 by 4, and definitely not in 6 inch stilettos. Ok, ok, I'm not the violent type, and the girl ONLY came in your house uninvited and laid her naked ass in your bed. But, when she decided to go in YOUR wine stash a pop the top on YOUR favorite champagne--uh huh, that trick gotta die!

Well, one flic down, one to go---The Soloist! I just love a good new release day :-). Holla!