Days of My Life

I’ve returned from my travels and am taking the day off, but tomorrow (or maybe later today) it’s on. I’m discussing “Why I Don’t Like Black People, And I Mean That.”

Keep checking back until then.

Besos!

Someone asked me that yesterday. He said he knows it’s supposed to happen, but it doesn’t really matter. What’s your response?

I’ve got some traveling to do, so I’ll check back in a few.

Is it just me, or is no one else really surprised about Clay Aiken’s admission that he’s gay? Did you not see that coming 3000 miles away? Hmmm….

(Remember that Arsenio Hall bit? Things that make you go hmmm…? ^ that qualifies!)

What else?

I called Good Guy Friend’s (GGF) mom last night to check on her because she’s been on my mind. After hello, her next words were, “You sound like a woman in love with my son.” Me: “HUH?!!!” I don’t usually respond to people’s parents with that non-word, but she gets me from left field every time. I love her though, but I tell you. I think I’m done with the phone calls. Her son and I do love each other, but we are not a couple. This ever happen to you?

What else?

Can you tell it’s a slow posting day for me? I’m utilizing my Ph.D. in Procrastination a little too well right now as I should certainly be doing something else.

Cord did deal breakers yesterday. I’m going to suggest he do deal makers. I’ve got a few. I guess the deal makers would just be the inverse of the deal breakers. Perhaps? *shrug* Oh, well.

What else?

We need to help Pro draft a resignation letter. We need to ignore Dfly until she does her work at work. Well, shoot, if we do that to everyone, none of us will be talking to one another. Scratch that then. We just need not to disturb Shazza’s peace because she seems pretty blissful these days. Brownngirl is awaiting my handbook on Chivalry in 30 days to politely slide under someone’s pillow. Hostess is awaiting our e-signatures on her petition to begin her own online talk show or at least her own version of a Diddy style Apprentice.

I think I’ll stop now before more fact becomes fiction and you all prepare to burn me at the stake.

Prayer:
Lord, Thank you for all the air and all this other good stuff that a new day brings. PLEASE let it be filled with some extra treats of goodness too, not just for me but for everyone who comes through.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Today marks the second installment of Do Me Season. Saturday was shopping. Today is pampering day. This weekend is chillin’ with friends weekend. Next Monday is workout day. Next Tuesday is another pampering day. Next weekend will very likely be hangin’ with the parents time. I look forward to these things as the aggregate collection of small things will really brighten my life. If you don’t celebrate you, no one else will.

So, why am I already experiencing guilt about Jamaica? I was to move there two years ago but didn’t when my dad first got sick. This time it’s just a brief vacation, and my dad being rushed to the hospital this past weekend has made me have second thoughts. I won’t take my cell phone to Jamaica, so what if something happens while I’m away? What if this is Dad’s last Thanksgiving and I’m away? I’ll miss that memory with him.

On the other hand, we did big family dinner last year because we weren’t sure if he’d be alive this year. That was a good call as being in the rehab center won’t allow him to make it to a big dinner this year. Also, as much as I want to be there for his every breath, I know that my parents need and deserve this time. They love having me there but both want me to do my own thing. Before they were my parents, mom was dad’s woman and he was her man. As was the case this past weekend, she interprets for him when he cannot speak. He still tries to make arrangements for her from his sick bed because he knows what she needs. They may need this Thanksgiving to be like ones from the past before there was “me”–just the two of them.

Mom likes to sound like she’s handling it, but I hear the worry in her voice every time he has to make an ambulance trip. I’ve heard her move from denial to a step just beyond it whenever the prognosis gets grim. I know she cannot imagine life without her man even as she is gradually adjusting to just that. He hasn’t been in our home since July. Behind her confidence is a little fear, a fear that I completely understand. Well, maybe just a little bit. I have no man with whom I’ve shared the majority of my life except him, my dad.

Whatever the case, they’ve been married almost fifty years, if not more. There is a strong part of me that feels that they deserve this time together in the winter of their years.

I love my Pa. This song says it all. The homemade video is just an extra touch! (This daddy adores his baby.)
Chrisette Michele- Your Joy

I am going to withhold my opinion for a bit and throw this out there.

Growing up, I attended a church where almost everything in life was against the rules. “Relations” was always number one on the list–premarital that is. No problem. I can read that one clearly for myself as long as I have a dictionary for the word fornication—(my pre-teen thought).

Somewhere along the way I also heard the view that sex was only for pro-creation, even for married people. *raised eyebrow* Not really buying that. Later on, after leaving that church, I heard something that resurfaced again in my ears a few weeks ago. A married Christian man suggested, hinted at, almost said–how can I put this delicately for the work filters?–that his wife only believes in one type of relations for marrieds, hence the title. Okay, now I’m sure you’ve got my point.

I said I’d withhold my opinion. I lied. I can’t do that. I have never seen a thing in the Bible to support that view. I think that’s a Puritanical American leftover. I didn’t think there were people who still thought that way. My next to last pastor (I change cities a lot) talked about relations over the pulpit and told squeamish parents to be quiet because they’re children were already doing it anyway and that if they wanted them to stop, they should be talking about it more. He and his wife were advocates of healthy relations for marrieds, including Oval Office relations. Because of his background in health, he and his wife would pretty much conduct a clinical discussion of all types of relations and the big O during the couples’ fellowships. At least, that’s what I heard.

With all the creativity He placed in us, I just can’t believe God would endorse one position for every time for the rest of time. I can’t buy that. Nothing He did in creation was repetitive, so I just can’t believe He expects us to be. He never intended relations to be a chore. He wanted multiplication to be something folks do willingly, hence the difficulty in getting folks not to have relations who should not multiply. As a married person, that one caveat (if true) might could send me straight to hell.

Thoughts? I’m always open to correction. Please do tell me if I’m wrong.