Days of My Life

From the Philly pool debacle to the Gates arrest to Soledad’s *inspiring* documentary, I’m tired of being Black in America. Can I just be? Well, the media seem to think not…
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I really do wish that someone would write a relationship book targeted towards men. Here are a few topics it should cover:

* How to Know When You Are Out of Your League (and Yes, there is such a thing)
* How to Follow the Old School Rules of Courting: You Court a Wife, You *fill in the blank* a ______
* How to Turn a ___ Into a Housewife: You Can’t, So Here’s How to Find a Quality Mate
* Who Pays for What and When
* Pick-up Lines You Should NEVER Use
* The Proper Role of Technology in a Millennial Relationship
* What to Do on A First Date and How to Land a Second and Third and Fourth
* How to Trust Your Girl: Becoming Trustworthy
* Sex-Who, What, When, Where, Why, How, and So What?

I’m sure there are others.

Now, I would say that the potential audience for this book would be the same as the intended audience for Harvey’s book: those without a whole lot of the sense that’s common or the wit of a mom or mother figure from which to learn. Any man who was “raised right” (pretend we agree on what that means) will not need so much instruction…we hope.

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Shifting Gears

I listened to my sister and her friend talk about some of their issues. My sis’s friend wondered something I have wondered once upon a time. She wonders why on earth God brought a man into her life who is her ideal but with whom she is not in a relationship. I have no answers for that one other than to suggest that maybe the point is to learn that because the ideal exists in one body it can exist in another, so settling should not ever, ever be an option.

After all, who prefers store brand ice cream after having Ben & Jerry’s, Haagen Daaz, or Maggie Moo Moos? Boy, do I miss ice cream sometimes! *sigh*

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Why aren’t there more vegan, as opposed to vegetarian, options in mainstream restaurants? And why is the South almost single-handedly anti-vegan? You’d think I’d be losing weight, but what the South lacks in vegan entrees it has hand over fist in desserts…to my waistline’s detriment.

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Soledad is now going to do Latino in America. Why? Just why?

Now, I have to tell you that I don’t know all the ins and outs of happy, but since I don’t know all the ins and outs of sad either, it all works itself out.

What I do know for sure is that hanging out with an old friend recently has made me one of the happiest ladies around. I absolutely love reconnecting with people I haven’t seen in a while. Some need to stay unseen, while others are like a breath of fresh air. My friend was the latter.

On a side note: Why did I get a request by text yesterday (Sunday) from a guy I’ve gone out with twice inviting me to fly to Chicago this weekend (Friday) to come hear him play?

There are a couple of things wrong with this. First, it was by text. He hasn’t called me one time this summer. We’ve only IM’ed and sent texts a couple times just to say what’s up. What’s UP!! Not, will you purchase a ticket to fly cross country just to hear my play!! That’s not a request for a text.

Second of all (I hate “secondly” Grrr!!!), after two not-dates, I don’t know you like that playa!! Simmer down.

Third, if you do want to make that kind of request, it needs to be accompanied by an airline ticket at your expense. What the heck?!! I think I was supposed to be flattered, but I was only offended. I have to borrow from Dragonly’s mama and say “he done tore his drawls with that one!” What’s wrong with people?

So, yeah, back to happy. Uhmm…I forgot where this was going because in the few seconds that I’ve been typing the phone just rand to remind me that I have triple booked. Yikes!! I’d better run, but yeah, whatever you do in life, make sure you find your happiness and the circumstances that will lead to it.

Be blessed.

Yesterday was good and today shall be even better. Hormonal roller coasters SUCK!!!

You know, some people never learn, and I am one of them. No elaboration necessary.

I’ve been asked about natural hair tips so much that I’m thinking about doing a blog just for my “what to dos” that will offer video of how to do some of the styles that I do for others.

What else? There is so much going on in the world that I want to discuss but have neither the energy nor time. *sigh*

I have some exciting things going on at work, so I’m looking forward to going back. YaY, work!!! I think I’m finally about to come into my own…and I like it.

If anyone is still stopping by here, what’s going on with YOU?

I’m feeling kind of down today. I overheard at family game night that my mom is changing her name to her maiden name.

I ran into a woman in WalMart who seemed to know me even though I didn’t know her. It felt like she was somehow connected to my dad. My mom didn’t know the woman.

My mother’s grieving process is different from mine, and it’s sometimes hard not to get upset about her process. She acts like she’s having a mid-life crisis, reinventing herself and all.

My new roommate called me with complaints about my cat within 24 hours of moving in. Three words: the cat stays.

I need better emotional coping methods.

I think I’m about to eliminate men with children from my list of potentials. It’s not very often that they are actually “just” co-parents. They’re almost always emotionally (and otherwise) attached (to the ex)*sigh*

I think that’s enough for me. I think it’s the hormones that have me all out of sorts. I have spent the day in my room. Perhaps I will emerge to face the world tomorrow.

This story has hurt me to my heart so, you just have to read it.

Imagine if this was your child asking YOU, “Mommy, is my skin too dark to swim in this pool?” I literally cried.

My Civil Rights era aunt said two songs came to mind for her:

They Don’t Really Care About Us

AND

Black or White

What I know for sure, is that it makes me want to SCREAM!!!!

It just occurred to me while watching “Black or White” that the whole reason that the custody of Michael Jackson’s children is even a topic for the media, aside from the money, is the fact that this Black man had the audacity to engineer, birth, and raise these three visibly white or biracial children. It just dawned on me that the fact is one that appalls many and was reason enough for Jackson to shield his children from the public and the media so that they could have childhoods.

All children are beautiful–it doesn’t matter if they’re black or white.