So... the last couple of weeks have been grand. =o) Last week I went to the Broncos/Jaguars game with Nina. I haven't had THAT much fun at a dayum game in a grip! It was drizzilin' the whole dang game. Grrr... Needless to say, I had sooo much fun it was ridiculous.
My brother called me that morning to let me know he had an extra ticket on the 45 yard line (9 rows up) and wanted to know if I wanted to roll. I let him know I was rollin' w/ Nina, but that we could catch up/ meet up during the game. So he & my dad went. My mom was all making sure my dad was gonna be bundled up enough to not be cold. (They're the cutest!) Anyhoo... I bounced to go meet Nina downtown somewhere, as she was gonna drive. Now granted... this is the first time in YEARS that I didn't have access to parking in the players parking lot, so the parking/walking was gonna be a beast. Grrr... We weren't paying $40 to park @ the stadium, so I told Nina that there's a huge church not that far from the stadium where they charge about $10 for parking. I told her that I didn't have any cash, though, so we might need to hit up an ATM, first. Nina thought she had enough cash on her. Not so. We pull up, Nina had about $4 (we're already now IN the lot). So I ask the lady where's the nearest ATM. She directed us about a block. But in order to turn around, we had to drive through the parking lot. So... we get far enough from the lady & Nina's like, eff it, Kat... let's just park in here. She's not gonna know. I said, Nina... it's a friggin' church parking lot! She replied, "God's not gonna mind if we park here." *smh* That girl is a mess! I talked her outta that *ish, as... I told her I'd hate for us to return to the lot after the game & the devil left us with no ride up in that joint! Funny thing, we drove across the street to this mexican restaurant & parked for FREE! Wow! You just can't beat FREE parking. Really.
We start walking to the stadium (with the rest of the 500 people) and as we're approaching the stadium, a truck rolls by w/ two negro's screaming my name out of it. I'm lookin' like... who da hell? So they're all waving... I can't see anyone but the driver, and Lord knows I didn't know his tail. So I put my hands out as if to say, who are you. Dude starts screaming out the name of my ex that used to play on the team. I was like... "oh, hey!" He's sittin' there stopped, holding up traffic like I was gonna run over there or something. Psssh, negro please! I turned it back around & kept walking. It would have been nice to talk to him & all... but, a.) it was cold outside and b.) if it was that serious, they'd have turned the car around. We kept it moving. I just didn't know the negro still lived here.
Anyhoo... we get to our seats & it friggin' started to drizzle. Grrr... probably looked like it was snowing on TV. But... screw it. I've been in the stands in my ski-suit before, so this wasn't going to hurt anyone. We copped some hot chocolates, a hot dog, some chili cheese fries *smacks lips* & commenced to having a fab time. Nina's grandparents seats are like 12 rows up, so... we had good seats. We were actin' up & havin' a ball. So much so, the cops came up to us & were like, "you ladies are having entirely too much fun!" I said, "we really are!" The man said, "I'm keeping my eye on you ladies." =o) Nina responds, "please do!" And then puts her hands up as if to get the hand-cuffs put on her later. OUT of control we were. We later met up w/ my dad & brother over in their section. 1st thing Nina says when we walked off from them... you didn't tell me your brother was foine! I said... I don't mix friends & brothers. Been there... done that. Not the biz. Plus, my bro-ham is married, anyway.
Long story short. Game was a treat. Left there and went to a steak-house downtown. Ordered like (7) different appetizers & some orange martinis that were the best martini's I've EVER had in my life. I mean... really. Nina said I was going to love them. I've got to go back for my birthday! Thus ended the night.
Anyhoo... I've met a new guy. He's actually a friend of a friend. I've known him for a while now, but he was previously in a relationship. But... as usual, I've been finding something wrong w/ him. Well... last week he took me out to a movie. Towards the beginning he kept talking to me. Not even about the movie, just in general. WTF? Then... I could feel him staring at me for like (3) minutes or so, & I finally chimed in with the, "um... are you going to watch me or the movie?" Grrr... then he kept trying to hold my hand, touch my leg, lay his head on my shoulder... and y'all I don't mind holding hands w/ someone. But 1/2 of the movie I was thinking... "Nope, can't date this guy. He's too extra AND... He doesn't even know how to go to the movies right." *smh* Plus, there are other things that were driving me a little bit batty. I talked to Nina the next morning about the *ish & her azz was ROLLIN' about my breakdown. (Nina & I have the same problem; we seem to find something wrong w/ everyone!) So... she says, "Kat, you just need to go ahead & wave your white flag right now. Cause the *ish ain't gonna happen for us!" I'm rollin'. It's funny and sad at the same time. So I met up w/ my boss @ her sons' basketball game the next morning. I'm telling her about the *ish & asking what she thinks. She was telling me how she couldn't date this one guy back in the day, because she could hear his eyelids click when he closed his eyes (rotflmbao). She said... "you can't force your feelings, girl. Nice guy or not. I know it sucks. But SquareBear ISN'T the one & I highly doubt this cat is, either." Chick was breaking it down on me. I told her, I didn't even have anything to say. She replied, cause you know I'm right! And... that, she is. Although I've still been hanging out a bit w/ the new guy. *sigh*
SquareBear, is definitely not where I'm at. The sad part was, I actually felt a lil' bad for not really feelin' ol' boy like that. I was tryin' to like him. But... it just wasn't workin'. Funny thing... well, I'll put that up on the Vixen side (Aki, that's your cue), later.
But... new guy called me, yesterday morning, to go running with him down at this big park out here. Y'all know I haven't worked out in three months, because of my foot. So... can I tell you how friggin' out of shape I am? I mean... I kept thinking, this is sad, how out of shape I am. And we did about 4-5 miles. Plus, he was all tryin' to play with me while running. (This is why I workout SOLO!) Then... he was all, don't stop. Keep walking (when I would stop running), close your mouth & breathe through your nose, finish hard... *blank stare* Negro, you DO realize that I've been running since middle school? Grrr... I simply said, dude, I don't need a running coach. He said, I know. But I'm gonna be your motivational coach. *sigh* (Motivational or irritational?) In the car he kept playin' w/ my ears & rubbing my arms and it was just bothering the heck out of me. We went to get something to eat after that... & I called it a day.
Anyhoo... I've got some other rundown on dinner last night w/ Nina & the girls. I'll blog later on. I fly out to L.A. on Tuesday - Friday so... I'll have a lot of downtime.
Later.
~BK
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
The RunDown...
Guten Abend, Buenas Noches and What it is, Good People?! It's been a hot minute, yes, I know. But... hey, it's like that sometimes. =o)
Cali trip was great! SquareBear was a treat. He had a "bitchassness" moment though, one of those nights & I plum thought I was gonna sock him in his grill. Negro was tryin' to argue w/ me about Denver being worse than Compton. *blank stare* Yeah... it was trivial AND assanine. But it escalated to some foolywang levels (on his part). I'm not gonna break down that moment, but his azz knows he was cuttin' the fool. Crazy azz. But... minus that moment, the trip was nice.
I flew out on Southwest Airlines, which was a first for me. I knew they boarded in sections, so I checked in online the night before. I don't know if I necessarily feel that whole type of boarding, but... hey, not having to pay for bag check in & *ish, works perfectly fine for me. Cause Lord knows, I have yet to figure out how to pack lightly for a 3-day trip! So... anyhoo, I was in the 1st bunch of folks, so I got my isle seat quickly. Some other female came & got the window seat and I was just waiting for someone to come & get that middle seat, which are all that's left once people pick their seats. I promise you, the last chick to get on the plane, walked all the way back to our row, so we were like "grrrr..." that she was gonna sit there. But, she just couldn't make herself do it & walked all the way back up to the front of the plane to find a seat. I turned to homegirl (who happened to be white) & said... this is one of those moments where it pays to be black in america. *smh* She was like, "Awww... " *smh* but y'all know I was chucklin' to myself something serious. I probably shouldn't have said it, but... I couldn't resist. So... my motto is, "If you're black, fly Southwest! You might get a row to yourself!" Just kidding (not really).
Anyhoo... flight was nice. SquareBear was waiting for me when I came OFF the escalator. He was like... "I was soooo nervous & anxious, for some reason." I was like... "Awww... why?" He was like, "I don't know. I just was like... self, wth?! Ease up!" *smh* (Too cute). He admitted a while back that I intimidate him so... I know that had something to do with it. Never the less, we got my bags & headed to catch the shuttle back to the hotel... as he took the shuttle instead of driving. We threw the bags down & went to go get some dinner. I will say that he had plans for us to go out that night. But me & sleep had other plans. *smh* We both layed it down for a minute, cause he was tired too. But then I think he said he was gonna run somewhere (I can't remember), but I was like... cool. Just let me sleep for like an hour & a half. Um... clearly (3) hours later, when he tapped me on my shoulder to gently wake me up & said, "I'm assuming you're not going anywhere, lol..." I was like, "oh snap! I'm sooo sorry. I'm just beat! But I'll get up." And he was like, "No... you go ahead & sleep. We can just chill here @ the spot. I want you to relax this weekend, so you just sleep as long as you want." *big smile* Which would have technically ended the night, but... I caught a friggin' charlie horse (cramp) in my right leg... which then moved to my foot, which then my left leg caught the cramp & I was basically almost in tears from that *ish. He's runnin' around like crazy trying to throw hot towels in the sink to put on my legs... running down to the jacuzzi to see if it was empty so we could get in there & let the hot water soothe out the cramps, to back to the room to run some steaming hot bath water for me to soak my legs in. Grrrr.... I used to get them after one of my track meets or after working out. I haven't had one in a hot minute, so... leave it to that weekend for me to get them. I ended up scarfing down a gang of mustard to get that *ish to stop. Don't ask me what mustard does. I just know my Mom sleeps w/ mustard by her bed for when she catches the cramp during the night. Prior to the Cali trip, I was laughing at the mustard bit. But *ish... after scarfing down a gang of grey poupon (my favorite; thankfully I love mustard)... that cramping stopped. Yeah, welcome to Cali, huh? lol.
Day 2, we went & had breakfast at the hotel. Wasn't really feelin' it & left to go eat elsewhere. Hung out a bit during the day and decided to chill & watch some football until later. We were going to a comedy show & Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles. The comedy show was nice. There were like 10 comedians. There was a middle eastern guy who was up there talking about how after 9-11 there are a few things that could never again be. Like, how there will never again be a middle eastern pilot. He was acting like he was a pilot talking over the intercom & *ish and was like, "Good Everyone & welcome to United flight 695, with service to Houston. I am your pilot, Hamid Abdul Muhammad & will be in charge of this flight, along w/ our co-pilot, John Sampson. This will be my last flight, as I'll be retiring, however I hope to make it a memorable one. Should you need anything, please feel free to notify our in-flight crew. The estimated flight time is 2 hrs. & 36 minutes. We're looking at clear skies, a smooth ride & an on time arrival. Welcome aboard." And then started singing this middle eastern song & *ish. Sadly, I was nodding my head in agreement, that I'd have had to hop off that dayum flight. But I was rollin'. Then some other cat got up there & was talkin' about folks sayin' hip hop is dead. He said, hip hop isn't dead. It's alive & kickin'. But what's dead is TV! He was talkin' about Flavor of Love & I was screaming. It's waited too long to blog to remember all of those jokes, but the first thing he said was... "How do you go on a television show & compete for a prize and there's NO PRIZE!?" (As in Flava Flav not being a prize for anyone). And although I'm cool w/ Mercedes (aka Prancer), I just had to nod my head in agreement w/ this comedian. I was literally screaming at 1/2 the *ish he was saying, cause his azz was THAT funny! A chick in the audience was went to throw her head back from laughing so hard, her hair landed in the candle on the table behind her & well... homegirls head was on fire! I could smell something burning, as she was only a table away, but couldn't figure out what was burning. Too bad the host of the show was standing in the back of our section & saw that *ish , so you KNOW he came up & made an announcement and was crackin' jokes & *ish. I know she was mad about that. She came in with a half down her back weave & left with a shoulder length one. *smh* Good times, though. After dinner & the show, he asked if I wanted to hit the club or a movie. I chose the later, as the club scene isn't really my thing, these days. But, as this was the Denver/Compton fight night, we never made it. *smh*
Day 3, we hung out early in the day, I packed & we went to see my girlfriend Nabs. It was such a treat to see her. She's such a cutie patootie. We left there & went to try to find this sushi spot that's supposed to be the bomb, but we couldn't. So... to the airport it was, as... it was time for me to leave. Sealed that trip w/ a kiss and thus ended the Cali trip. (I may place a pic of him up on the Vixen side).
But... in more important news. I've got a new gig! FINALLY!! Not that I haven't been working, cause I have. But y'all know, I had been doing the contract thing for a minute now. And although there are some benefits to working contract, I was OVER that *ish. So... I decided to get focused and bat down. Went on three interviews. Two full-time, one part-time. And basically got all (3) gigs. I say basically, because I already accepted an offer on one (and the PT gig offer, I accepted, as well) & I'm just waiting to hear what the offer is from the 2nd FT one. Both are in my field and both are great opportunities. However, I seriously doubt I'll be swaying from where I'm at, now. Although my new boss knows that the 2nd one is still in the offering process. But y'all, I'm just grateful for the blessings God is pouring out on me. I knew it was coming, because He had placed a calmness over me that I hadn't experienced in over a year. And... I'm just geeked. Cause this market/ economy is NOTHING to play with. But in spite of it all, I ended up with some GREAT opportunities. My laptop was ordered & should be here next week (my laptop bag already arrived), I'll be traveling back & forth to Los Angeles, San Diego & AZ in two weeks (for four weeks), my blackberry was ordered (it's weird, tho, as we only get our blackberry's when we travel) & my business cards will be ordered shortly. My boss is hella fabulous, which I'd take a fabulous boss over any other perk ANYDAY! And I have NO complaints. So for those of you who endured the up & down roller coaster ride of emotions with me, THANK YOU!
I also ended up having to go back to the doctor for the foot rash. Grrrr... My face started swelling again this week so... to the doctor I went. I switched PCP's (Primary Care Physician) and she referred me to a dermatologist (finally got what I needed to begin with). I saw the dermatologist yesterday (she's friggin' adorable) & she says I have some sort of eczema. *relief* She scraped my foot to check for fungus. Didn't find any. But the anti-fungal cream (prescription strength) would have healed that. So... she put me on a strong azz steroid cream & I go back to see her in (3) weeks. She told me I can stop stressin' now. Which, I'm tryin to do... but as a result of me not sleeping too much last night, I know I STILL am. Grrr... But, she was just too adorable.
Anyhoo... life is great. Enjoy your day. And remember... "I can see Russia from my house!" *smdh*
~BK
Cali trip was great! SquareBear was a treat. He had a "bitchassness" moment though, one of those nights & I plum thought I was gonna sock him in his grill. Negro was tryin' to argue w/ me about Denver being worse than Compton. *blank stare* Yeah... it was trivial AND assanine. But it escalated to some foolywang levels (on his part). I'm not gonna break down that moment, but his azz knows he was cuttin' the fool. Crazy azz. But... minus that moment, the trip was nice.
I flew out on Southwest Airlines, which was a first for me. I knew they boarded in sections, so I checked in online the night before. I don't know if I necessarily feel that whole type of boarding, but... hey, not having to pay for bag check in & *ish, works perfectly fine for me. Cause Lord knows, I have yet to figure out how to pack lightly for a 3-day trip! So... anyhoo, I was in the 1st bunch of folks, so I got my isle seat quickly. Some other female came & got the window seat and I was just waiting for someone to come & get that middle seat, which are all that's left once people pick their seats. I promise you, the last chick to get on the plane, walked all the way back to our row, so we were like "grrrr..." that she was gonna sit there. But, she just couldn't make herself do it & walked all the way back up to the front of the plane to find a seat. I turned to homegirl (who happened to be white) & said... this is one of those moments where it pays to be black in america. *smh* She was like, "Awww... " *smh* but y'all know I was chucklin' to myself something serious. I probably shouldn't have said it, but... I couldn't resist. So... my motto is, "If you're black, fly Southwest! You might get a row to yourself!" Just kidding (not really).
Anyhoo... flight was nice. SquareBear was waiting for me when I came OFF the escalator. He was like... "I was soooo nervous & anxious, for some reason." I was like... "Awww... why?" He was like, "I don't know. I just was like... self, wth?! Ease up!" *smh* (Too cute). He admitted a while back that I intimidate him so... I know that had something to do with it. Never the less, we got my bags & headed to catch the shuttle back to the hotel... as he took the shuttle instead of driving. We threw the bags down & went to go get some dinner. I will say that he had plans for us to go out that night. But me & sleep had other plans. *smh* We both layed it down for a minute, cause he was tired too. But then I think he said he was gonna run somewhere (I can't remember), but I was like... cool. Just let me sleep for like an hour & a half. Um... clearly (3) hours later, when he tapped me on my shoulder to gently wake me up & said, "I'm assuming you're not going anywhere, lol..." I was like, "oh snap! I'm sooo sorry. I'm just beat! But I'll get up." And he was like, "No... you go ahead & sleep. We can just chill here @ the spot. I want you to relax this weekend, so you just sleep as long as you want." *big smile* Which would have technically ended the night, but... I caught a friggin' charlie horse (cramp) in my right leg... which then moved to my foot, which then my left leg caught the cramp & I was basically almost in tears from that *ish. He's runnin' around like crazy trying to throw hot towels in the sink to put on my legs... running down to the jacuzzi to see if it was empty so we could get in there & let the hot water soothe out the cramps, to back to the room to run some steaming hot bath water for me to soak my legs in. Grrrr.... I used to get them after one of my track meets or after working out. I haven't had one in a hot minute, so... leave it to that weekend for me to get them. I ended up scarfing down a gang of mustard to get that *ish to stop. Don't ask me what mustard does. I just know my Mom sleeps w/ mustard by her bed for when she catches the cramp during the night. Prior to the Cali trip, I was laughing at the mustard bit. But *ish... after scarfing down a gang of grey poupon (my favorite; thankfully I love mustard)... that cramping stopped. Yeah, welcome to Cali, huh? lol.
Day 2, we went & had breakfast at the hotel. Wasn't really feelin' it & left to go eat elsewhere. Hung out a bit during the day and decided to chill & watch some football until later. We were going to a comedy show & Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles. The comedy show was nice. There were like 10 comedians. There was a middle eastern guy who was up there talking about how after 9-11 there are a few things that could never again be. Like, how there will never again be a middle eastern pilot. He was acting like he was a pilot talking over the intercom & *ish and was like, "Good Everyone & welcome to United flight 695, with service to Houston. I am your pilot, Hamid Abdul Muhammad & will be in charge of this flight, along w/ our co-pilot, John Sampson. This will be my last flight, as I'll be retiring, however I hope to make it a memorable one. Should you need anything, please feel free to notify our in-flight crew. The estimated flight time is 2 hrs. & 36 minutes. We're looking at clear skies, a smooth ride & an on time arrival. Welcome aboard." And then started singing this middle eastern song & *ish. Sadly, I was nodding my head in agreement, that I'd have had to hop off that dayum flight. But I was rollin'. Then some other cat got up there & was talkin' about folks sayin' hip hop is dead. He said, hip hop isn't dead. It's alive & kickin'. But what's dead is TV! He was talkin' about Flavor of Love & I was screaming. It's waited too long to blog to remember all of those jokes, but the first thing he said was... "How do you go on a television show & compete for a prize and there's NO PRIZE!?" (As in Flava Flav not being a prize for anyone). And although I'm cool w/ Mercedes (aka Prancer), I just had to nod my head in agreement w/ this comedian. I was literally screaming at 1/2 the *ish he was saying, cause his azz was THAT funny! A chick in the audience was went to throw her head back from laughing so hard, her hair landed in the candle on the table behind her & well... homegirls head was on fire! I could smell something burning, as she was only a table away, but couldn't figure out what was burning. Too bad the host of the show was standing in the back of our section & saw that *ish , so you KNOW he came up & made an announcement and was crackin' jokes & *ish. I know she was mad about that. She came in with a half down her back weave & left with a shoulder length one. *smh* Good times, though. After dinner & the show, he asked if I wanted to hit the club or a movie. I chose the later, as the club scene isn't really my thing, these days. But, as this was the Denver/Compton fight night, we never made it. *smh*
Day 3, we hung out early in the day, I packed & we went to see my girlfriend Nabs. It was such a treat to see her. She's such a cutie patootie. We left there & went to try to find this sushi spot that's supposed to be the bomb, but we couldn't. So... to the airport it was, as... it was time for me to leave. Sealed that trip w/ a kiss and thus ended the Cali trip. (I may place a pic of him up on the Vixen side).
But... in more important news. I've got a new gig! FINALLY!! Not that I haven't been working, cause I have. But y'all know, I had been doing the contract thing for a minute now. And although there are some benefits to working contract, I was OVER that *ish. So... I decided to get focused and bat down. Went on three interviews. Two full-time, one part-time. And basically got all (3) gigs. I say basically, because I already accepted an offer on one (and the PT gig offer, I accepted, as well) & I'm just waiting to hear what the offer is from the 2nd FT one. Both are in my field and both are great opportunities. However, I seriously doubt I'll be swaying from where I'm at, now. Although my new boss knows that the 2nd one is still in the offering process. But y'all, I'm just grateful for the blessings God is pouring out on me. I knew it was coming, because He had placed a calmness over me that I hadn't experienced in over a year. And... I'm just geeked. Cause this market/ economy is NOTHING to play with. But in spite of it all, I ended up with some GREAT opportunities. My laptop was ordered & should be here next week (my laptop bag already arrived), I'll be traveling back & forth to Los Angeles, San Diego & AZ in two weeks (for four weeks), my blackberry was ordered (it's weird, tho, as we only get our blackberry's when we travel) & my business cards will be ordered shortly. My boss is hella fabulous, which I'd take a fabulous boss over any other perk ANYDAY! And I have NO complaints. So for those of you who endured the up & down roller coaster ride of emotions with me, THANK YOU!
I also ended up having to go back to the doctor for the foot rash. Grrrr... My face started swelling again this week so... to the doctor I went. I switched PCP's (Primary Care Physician) and she referred me to a dermatologist (finally got what I needed to begin with). I saw the dermatologist yesterday (she's friggin' adorable) & she says I have some sort of eczema. *relief* She scraped my foot to check for fungus. Didn't find any. But the anti-fungal cream (prescription strength) would have healed that. So... she put me on a strong azz steroid cream & I go back to see her in (3) weeks. She told me I can stop stressin' now. Which, I'm tryin to do... but as a result of me not sleeping too much last night, I know I STILL am. Grrr... But, she was just too adorable.
Anyhoo... life is great. Enjoy your day. And remember... "I can see Russia from my house!" *smdh*
~BK
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Un-Motivated...
Well... I thought I wanted to write a new blog (finally). However... I just changed my mind (for the 5th time). Grrr... I've got lots to say, yet I am lacking the urge to actually put forth the effort. *sigh* Maybe later.
~BK
~BK
Sunday, September 21, 2008
A Good Read...
So... in this here season of foolywang politics... I am coming across some good reads. And yes, I actually read the majority of them. Especially about the unknown - ie. Palin. My Dad used to always say, "You need to pay attention to what these people are saying...," and honestly, I got why a LONG time ago. Which is why I CHOOSE to be active in this stuff. Because like it or not, these people are wanna be leaders, actual leaders, future leaders or people who have a voice (and can be heard) in a world in which I live or actively participate in. And to ensure that foolywang politicians aren't the one's leading it, I participate in the process. For even if they are, I still need to know what these people are saying in order to be pro-active in combating the process. Yeah... it's another political blog. =o) Anyhoo... came across this read today & LOVED IT so... I'm sharing. Granted, there will be a blog about the Cali trip this week, hopefully. But... it's sooo much easier to blog when you're being lazy about typing; when all you have to do is cut & paste. Enjoy!
A Woman's Worth
We've come a long way baby
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
By Goldie Taylor
I have been a mother all of my adult life. A single working mother. I put off dating, took menial jobs far beneath my qualifications and baked my share of ginger bread cookies for PTA Night, all so that three incredible children could have better. I chose their lives over mine. I don't have to tell you that it wasn't easy. Unfortunately, my story, our story, is not unique.
We slept in cars, bought groceries with food stamps and prayed for a better day. When that wasn't enough, I put myself through school at Emory University and took a part-time job as a staff writer at the Atlanta Journal Constitution. That was over a decade ago.
Along the way, things got better. I've been an executive at two Fortune 500 companies and a practice director at two multinational public relations firms. Today, I own an advertising agency and I've authored two novels. A third and fourth are on the way, God willing. All of this was possible because somebody laid a brick or two on the road for me.
A few weeks ago, I woke in tears. It was my 40th birthday and certainly not a time for sadness. Rather, I cried in joy because for the first time I realized and could embrace the value of the struggle. The bright little girl, who once cried in my arms because we didn't know where we were going to live, was headed off to Brown University. The small boy who had been the "man of the house" far too soon was now truly a man. And the tiny, angelic baby who had come to this world precious and innocent just 15 months after him was now a 16 year old girl headed out to her first job interview.
For all of this, maybe I should be proud of a woman like Sarah Palin. Maybe, just maybe, I should be rejoicing in John McCain's selected running mate.
But I'm not.
I'm not "bed wetting liberal" nor am I a "right-wing zealot." What I am is a working mother. And I cry foul.
I won't, for a moment, denigrate her experience or lob spit balls at her family. I will, though, take issue with what she knows. Or more succinctly, what she does not know. Living in Alaska, I'm not sure how much she knows about the people living in inner city Baltimore. I don't know how much she cares about the 125 murders this summer in Chicago. I have no idea what she believes about HIV/ AIDS and the havoc it wrecks on Black women or the cancer rates in East St. Louis. She hasn't said nary a word about Hurricane Katrina or the infant mortality rates in Appalachia.
I do know that she's a life-time member of the NRA, a proponent of individuals who wielded the very weapons that killed my father and brother. I do know that she “lives really close to Russia,” but I'm not so certain she is ready for Putin. I know she wanted to ban books for public libraries and sex education in schools, but that her 17 year old is pregnant and preparing for a shotgun wedding. I know that she loves her husband enough to allow him (and probably did herself) use her office to settle a personal score--one that the McCain campaign would now like to cover in under a blanket of Juneau snow. I know that the Alaska Independent Party, and its secessionist platform, was enticing enough for her to attend its conference (and for her husband to become a card carrying member). Does she love her country? I'm sure. Enough to support those who want to leave it.
But I have no earthly idea what she knows (or could possibly know) about national domestic policy or foreign diplomacy. For all of her working class values, she never once mentioned the Middle Class in her diatribe that mocked her opponent's experience. Having been the mayor of Wasilla (pop. 6,000 at the time) and governor of Alaska (a state a smaller than the county I live in) for a little over a year, she felt she was qualified to do that. And obviously, so did John McCain.
If she's qualified, then so am I.
But in this country I love, she has been afforded the ability to run. The very constitution she says doesn't apply to the men at Guantanamo says she can. But this is about more than that.
As Gloria Steinem said in a recent Los Angeles Times editorial, "Feminism has never been about getting a job for one woman. It's about making life more fair for women everywhere. It's not about a piece of the existing pie; there are too many of us for that. It's about baking a new pie."
The good news is thanks to Shirley Chisholm, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Angela Davis, Condoleeza Rice, Anita Hill, Madeline Albright, Maxine Waters, Kathleen Sebelius, Hilary Rodham Clinton and a slew of others, there are 18 million proverbial cracks in the ceiling. Our collective political and economic power is due to the strides (and leaps) they, and others, took on my behalf.
I am grateful. I am deeply humbled to stand on the bricks they'd laid before me.
But, whatever our struggle was (and is) that last thing I want is to be patronized. Just as I cannot support just any African American who decides to offer themselves up for public service, I will not toss my vote to someone just because we share the same chromosome mix. To do so would dishonor the vow I made to my children, to myself. I did not vote for Al Sharpton, wasn't old enough (nor would I have) voted for Jesse Jackson and I certainly will not support Sarah Palin. Identity politics, especially in this case, are a sham of the worst order.
When I cast my vote, it will be for people who will lay more bricks for people like me. It will be for people who will put diplomacy before war, challenge us all to provide healthcare for the sick, help another child go to college, and check the special interests in Washington. This fall, I'm not looking for a woman.
I'm looking for a brick layer.
I could care less if that person hasn't spent "enough" time in Washington or can "properly field dress a moose". I could care less if that person likes hockey, soccer, football or table tennis. I could care less if they graduated from Harvard or the University of Iowa. I'm a Christian, but I could care less if they are down with Deuteronomy, Leviticus or Numbers. I want them to uphold the Constitution.
So no, I will not sit idly by as they attempt to suspend habeas corpus at Guantanamo Bay, engage wiretaps on American citizens without a warrant, and hide behind executive privilege when they are caught firing attorney generals based on how well they tow the Republican line. I won't let them cost us $12 billion a month fighting a war that should have never been authorized and never been waged. Not while working people lose their homes to predatory lenders and watch as we bail out the financial institutions that created the housing crisis. I will not, in the name of history, vote for a woman like Sarah Palin who does not share my values.
But here’s what I will do.
I will continue raising money for Barack Obama. I will get on the phone again and call people in distant states I've never met. I will e-mail, call, and knock on doors until the final vote is cast. I do this, not because he shares my skin, but because I admire his principals and he shares my values. I do this because Barack Obama is more than a community organizer, he is a bricklayer. And he sees -- just as he sees the light in Michelle's eyes -- my struggle, my worth as a woman.
Goldie Taylor is CEO of Native Brand Communications and chairman of Goldie Taylor OmniMedia, LLC. She is the author of In My Father’s House (Wheatmark, 2005) and The January Girl (Madison Park, 2007 & Warner Books, 2008) and is currently working on her third novel, Come Sunday. Taylor and her children live in Atlanta and New York. For more information, visit www.goldietaylor.net or her blog Second Day at www.goldietaylor.wordpress.com
A Woman's Worth
We've come a long way baby
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
By Goldie Taylor
I have been a mother all of my adult life. A single working mother. I put off dating, took menial jobs far beneath my qualifications and baked my share of ginger bread cookies for PTA Night, all so that three incredible children could have better. I chose their lives over mine. I don't have to tell you that it wasn't easy. Unfortunately, my story, our story, is not unique.
We slept in cars, bought groceries with food stamps and prayed for a better day. When that wasn't enough, I put myself through school at Emory University and took a part-time job as a staff writer at the Atlanta Journal Constitution. That was over a decade ago.
Along the way, things got better. I've been an executive at two Fortune 500 companies and a practice director at two multinational public relations firms. Today, I own an advertising agency and I've authored two novels. A third and fourth are on the way, God willing. All of this was possible because somebody laid a brick or two on the road for me.
A few weeks ago, I woke in tears. It was my 40th birthday and certainly not a time for sadness. Rather, I cried in joy because for the first time I realized and could embrace the value of the struggle. The bright little girl, who once cried in my arms because we didn't know where we were going to live, was headed off to Brown University. The small boy who had been the "man of the house" far too soon was now truly a man. And the tiny, angelic baby who had come to this world precious and innocent just 15 months after him was now a 16 year old girl headed out to her first job interview.
For all of this, maybe I should be proud of a woman like Sarah Palin. Maybe, just maybe, I should be rejoicing in John McCain's selected running mate.
But I'm not.
I'm not "bed wetting liberal" nor am I a "right-wing zealot." What I am is a working mother. And I cry foul.
I won't, for a moment, denigrate her experience or lob spit balls at her family. I will, though, take issue with what she knows. Or more succinctly, what she does not know. Living in Alaska, I'm not sure how much she knows about the people living in inner city Baltimore. I don't know how much she cares about the 125 murders this summer in Chicago. I have no idea what she believes about HIV/ AIDS and the havoc it wrecks on Black women or the cancer rates in East St. Louis. She hasn't said nary a word about Hurricane Katrina or the infant mortality rates in Appalachia.
I do know that she's a life-time member of the NRA, a proponent of individuals who wielded the very weapons that killed my father and brother. I do know that she “lives really close to Russia,” but I'm not so certain she is ready for Putin. I know she wanted to ban books for public libraries and sex education in schools, but that her 17 year old is pregnant and preparing for a shotgun wedding. I know that she loves her husband enough to allow him (and probably did herself) use her office to settle a personal score--one that the McCain campaign would now like to cover in under a blanket of Juneau snow. I know that the Alaska Independent Party, and its secessionist platform, was enticing enough for her to attend its conference (and for her husband to become a card carrying member). Does she love her country? I'm sure. Enough to support those who want to leave it.
But I have no earthly idea what she knows (or could possibly know) about national domestic policy or foreign diplomacy. For all of her working class values, she never once mentioned the Middle Class in her diatribe that mocked her opponent's experience. Having been the mayor of Wasilla (pop. 6,000 at the time) and governor of Alaska (a state a smaller than the county I live in) for a little over a year, she felt she was qualified to do that. And obviously, so did John McCain.
If she's qualified, then so am I.
But in this country I love, she has been afforded the ability to run. The very constitution she says doesn't apply to the men at Guantanamo says she can. But this is about more than that.
As Gloria Steinem said in a recent Los Angeles Times editorial, "Feminism has never been about getting a job for one woman. It's about making life more fair for women everywhere. It's not about a piece of the existing pie; there are too many of us for that. It's about baking a new pie."
The good news is thanks to Shirley Chisholm, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Angela Davis, Condoleeza Rice, Anita Hill, Madeline Albright, Maxine Waters, Kathleen Sebelius, Hilary Rodham Clinton and a slew of others, there are 18 million proverbial cracks in the ceiling. Our collective political and economic power is due to the strides (and leaps) they, and others, took on my behalf.
I am grateful. I am deeply humbled to stand on the bricks they'd laid before me.
But, whatever our struggle was (and is) that last thing I want is to be patronized. Just as I cannot support just any African American who decides to offer themselves up for public service, I will not toss my vote to someone just because we share the same chromosome mix. To do so would dishonor the vow I made to my children, to myself. I did not vote for Al Sharpton, wasn't old enough (nor would I have) voted for Jesse Jackson and I certainly will not support Sarah Palin. Identity politics, especially in this case, are a sham of the worst order.
When I cast my vote, it will be for people who will lay more bricks for people like me. It will be for people who will put diplomacy before war, challenge us all to provide healthcare for the sick, help another child go to college, and check the special interests in Washington. This fall, I'm not looking for a woman.
I'm looking for a brick layer.
I could care less if that person hasn't spent "enough" time in Washington or can "properly field dress a moose". I could care less if that person likes hockey, soccer, football or table tennis. I could care less if they graduated from Harvard or the University of Iowa. I'm a Christian, but I could care less if they are down with Deuteronomy, Leviticus or Numbers. I want them to uphold the Constitution.
So no, I will not sit idly by as they attempt to suspend habeas corpus at Guantanamo Bay, engage wiretaps on American citizens without a warrant, and hide behind executive privilege when they are caught firing attorney generals based on how well they tow the Republican line. I won't let them cost us $12 billion a month fighting a war that should have never been authorized and never been waged. Not while working people lose their homes to predatory lenders and watch as we bail out the financial institutions that created the housing crisis. I will not, in the name of history, vote for a woman like Sarah Palin who does not share my values.
But here’s what I will do.
I will continue raising money for Barack Obama. I will get on the phone again and call people in distant states I've never met. I will e-mail, call, and knock on doors until the final vote is cast. I do this, not because he shares my skin, but because I admire his principals and he shares my values. I do this because Barack Obama is more than a community organizer, he is a bricklayer. And he sees -- just as he sees the light in Michelle's eyes -- my struggle, my worth as a woman.
Goldie Taylor is CEO of Native Brand Communications and chairman of Goldie Taylor OmniMedia, LLC. She is the author of In My Father’s House (Wheatmark, 2005) and The January Girl (Madison Park, 2007 & Warner Books, 2008) and is currently working on her third novel, Come Sunday. Taylor and her children live in Atlanta and New York. For more information, visit www.goldietaylor.net or her blog Second Day at www.goldietaylor.wordpress.com
Sunday, September 7, 2008
A lil' bit of this... A lil' bit of that...
It's definitely been a minute. I see half of you commenters were scared to leave a comment on my Obama blog. lol! Just kidding. Not to worry... they'll be more political commentary in this one & others, I'm sure. It really is a sad state of affairs to realize how much we are STILL a country divided. I've been trying to actively participate in watching the RNC, too. I like to be informed of what their stance is on the issues. I laugh at 1/2 of what these jokers are saying. I tried to watch Bush' speech the first night, but once he got to talkin' crazy (about what he knows)... I had to exit stage left. That man is comedy. No wonder I get such a kick out of the proud moments in presidential speeches highlights on David Letterman that are always clowning that man. *sigh* I could only take about 5 minutes each of the main folks speaking. Um... I can't take A ONE of these mutha suckas seriously. I can't. My vote isn't swaying so... it's really pointless. Especially with the all time high level the foolishness they're spitting has reached. Grrrr...
Moving along... Let me update you on me.
Well... stress/anxiety has been whuppin' up on my azz something serious. Went back to the doctor for that rash on my foot two weeks ago and... during the regular check-in/check-up stage, my blood pressure had apparently skyrocketed. My doctor came in the room & was like... um, not sure what's got you so stressed out besides you worring about this rash & your reaction you're having from it, but... all of that stress/ worry/ anxiety is causing you blood pressure to be sky high. It's borderline where we would start to treat someone for high blood pressure. I'm looking dumbfounded, as I had NO CLUE it was affecting me like that. Hell... I thought I was feeling crazy from all the meds they put me on for the rash. She said they would normally start to treat someone for high blood pressure at 140/90. Folks... my top # was 168. YIKES! So... needless to say, I have been doing some SERIOUS r&r over the last couple of weeks. I had to keep a blood pressure log for two weeks, but surprisingly, it's been VERY GOOD since then. SquareBear is working out in Cali this month and... is flying me out there this weekend for another r&r weekend. He asked me about some dates the Friday night before last & that saturday I woke up to an email on with my flight itinerary. I'm geeked. =o) It's sooo what I need! I can't wait to get there. Um, quiet as it's kept... he's growing on me. I had to check myself this weekend because I didn't think he was calling like he should be. He's been practicing for a triathalon (he ran today) for the last two weeks... and if he didn't pick up when I called, I was getting annoyed & *ish. I had to ask myself WHY I was getting annoyed, if I hadn't really even decided if I want to pursue this on a more serious level. *sigh* I refrained from saying something (after all, he's flying me out this weekend), but a couple of times I wanted to. But I'm sooo glad I refrained. Last night, out of the blue, he apologized for not seeming to be as attentive as he usually is, because he's been all into his triathalon training... and said how excited he is to see me. *wow! very unexpected* Thank goodness for keeping my mouth shut. I just said... "No problem. I understand." Sheesh... why was I trippin' (low-key) to begin with? *sigh* Feelings can be a b!tc* sometimes. Especially when you don't realize you're slowly catching them. Let's hope the cornball doesn't come out of him this weekend. Cause he's steady gaining ground...
Anyhoo... I've had a bunch of Randoms the last couple of weeks, but forgot to jot them down. But... here are some that I can remember:
~Why does Lo on The Hills bug the *ish outta me? I used to think she was the nicest pickle in the patch. But that chick has CLEARLY let Hollywood go to her head, cause she thinks she is THAT deal. No ma'am, chick. You are the least hottest chick on the show. Sorry. And... in contrast, why do I LOVE Audrina!
~So... I read a couple of the gossip blogs, but I can never read the comments anymore because the IGNORANCE runnin' up through there is ridiculous on some of them joints. I can tell you when I initially stopped waaay back in the day, when supposedly some pics of Vivica Fox giving head to someone surfaced & folks were trying to clown her (for some reason). But someone busted up in the joint talking about Viv was too old to be actin' like that. And I had to call my girl and ask... "Since when did giving head come with an age limit?" *smh* But when folks got to talkin' about Halle Berry's kid being ugly this week, the ignorance reached an ALL-TIME high! I mean, seriously folks... fa' real?!
~Never thought I'd actually WATCH from G's to Gent's on MTV. But that dayum T-Jones was a funny mutha sucka! "... I will survive!" *smh*
~And while we're on that topic, why does Creepa insist on calling himself a goon?! I mean... I don't know where that self describing term came from, but I can assure you, you will NEVA hear me refer to self as that. Wow. Home training is a beast, ain't it?
~I am OVER being smitten with Mr. JBHH. He's still a cutie, but uh... I just can't even entertain him. I don't think he knows this yet, but... uh, yeah. I'm not gon' be able to do it.
~There's a chick who's been blogging something serious (in installments) about relationships & loving her man. However, for two years (and two kids later)... this chick has been blogging about how he tore her down to the core (on all kinds of levels) and is now blogging about how you should hang in there, pretty much regardless. Should I take this chick seriously? I mean... at WHAT point do you not only want better for yourself, but EXPECT better for yourself? Or is it just the norm now to accept mediocrity from a man as normal? I mean... *sigh* Nevermind... that's just me thinking out loud. If she likes it, I love it.
~And speaking of men... can I get this cat w/ a red bow on him for my bday? Goodness. Ladies, if you ain't on, get on! Let me introduce... (to everyone except Carla) David Oliver. (Yes, I ganked these pics straight from his page!) But as SOON as this cat came on the t.v. (during the Olympics) for the 100m hurdles... I was like, "WHO IS THAT?!" AND he's from DENVER!! Y'all... something about him reminds me of Alpha. =o)
THE LATEST EYE CANDY...
GOOD GAWD!! GO USA!! =o)
Anyhoo... back to the randoms...
~I'm watching the VMA's... and is Russell Brand getting his red nose on or what? Yes, Team Barack! But uh... wth @ Lil' Weezy's performance? And what was that lil' leg of his supposed to be doing on that dance? *smh* I was tickled something serious watching that mess. But... I was sooo pullin' for Britney to win. Something about seeing someone rise up from a fall brings a smile to my face. Go girl! Chick was looking fab, too. It's still on, so I have no performance comments. Pink just went off, and thus far she's the ONLY performance I've enjoyed. Grrr...
~I can't believe I'm not playin' fantasy football this year. Tryin' to keep my focus where it needs to be. But durn it... I almost started up a league toay by myself. Or considered joining a random one. This is KILLIN' me!
~I added a chat box on here, too. So... hit it up anytime! Also... my girls Carla & Camille joined up on here so... feel free to hit them up, too. I'm going to get my blog roll up this week (hopefully) so it's easier access to check out the blogs I read.
Well... That's all folks. I need to hit the sack. I got all of four hours of sleep last night.
~BK
Moving along... Let me update you on me.
Well... stress/anxiety has been whuppin' up on my azz something serious. Went back to the doctor for that rash on my foot two weeks ago and... during the regular check-in/check-up stage, my blood pressure had apparently skyrocketed. My doctor came in the room & was like... um, not sure what's got you so stressed out besides you worring about this rash & your reaction you're having from it, but... all of that stress/ worry/ anxiety is causing you blood pressure to be sky high. It's borderline where we would start to treat someone for high blood pressure. I'm looking dumbfounded, as I had NO CLUE it was affecting me like that. Hell... I thought I was feeling crazy from all the meds they put me on for the rash. She said they would normally start to treat someone for high blood pressure at 140/90. Folks... my top # was 168. YIKES! So... needless to say, I have been doing some SERIOUS r&r over the last couple of weeks. I had to keep a blood pressure log for two weeks, but surprisingly, it's been VERY GOOD since then. SquareBear is working out in Cali this month and... is flying me out there this weekend for another r&r weekend. He asked me about some dates the Friday night before last & that saturday I woke up to an email on with my flight itinerary. I'm geeked. =o) It's sooo what I need! I can't wait to get there. Um, quiet as it's kept... he's growing on me. I had to check myself this weekend because I didn't think he was calling like he should be. He's been practicing for a triathalon (he ran today) for the last two weeks... and if he didn't pick up when I called, I was getting annoyed & *ish. I had to ask myself WHY I was getting annoyed, if I hadn't really even decided if I want to pursue this on a more serious level. *sigh* I refrained from saying something (after all, he's flying me out this weekend), but a couple of times I wanted to. But I'm sooo glad I refrained. Last night, out of the blue, he apologized for not seeming to be as attentive as he usually is, because he's been all into his triathalon training... and said how excited he is to see me. *wow! very unexpected* Thank goodness for keeping my mouth shut. I just said... "No problem. I understand." Sheesh... why was I trippin' (low-key) to begin with? *sigh* Feelings can be a b!tc* sometimes. Especially when you don't realize you're slowly catching them. Let's hope the cornball doesn't come out of him this weekend. Cause he's steady gaining ground...
Anyhoo... I've had a bunch of Randoms the last couple of weeks, but forgot to jot them down. But... here are some that I can remember:
~Why does Lo on The Hills bug the *ish outta me? I used to think she was the nicest pickle in the patch. But that chick has CLEARLY let Hollywood go to her head, cause she thinks she is THAT deal. No ma'am, chick. You are the least hottest chick on the show. Sorry. And... in contrast, why do I LOVE Audrina!
~So... I read a couple of the gossip blogs, but I can never read the comments anymore because the IGNORANCE runnin' up through there is ridiculous on some of them joints. I can tell you when I initially stopped waaay back in the day, when supposedly some pics of Vivica Fox giving head to someone surfaced & folks were trying to clown her (for some reason). But someone busted up in the joint talking about Viv was too old to be actin' like that. And I had to call my girl and ask... "Since when did giving head come with an age limit?" *smh* But when folks got to talkin' about Halle Berry's kid being ugly this week, the ignorance reached an ALL-TIME high! I mean, seriously folks... fa' real?!
~Never thought I'd actually WATCH from G's to Gent's on MTV. But that dayum T-Jones was a funny mutha sucka! "... I will survive!" *smh*
~And while we're on that topic, why does Creepa insist on calling himself a goon?! I mean... I don't know where that self describing term came from, but I can assure you, you will NEVA hear me refer to self as that. Wow. Home training is a beast, ain't it?
~I am OVER being smitten with Mr. JBHH. He's still a cutie, but uh... I just can't even entertain him. I don't think he knows this yet, but... uh, yeah. I'm not gon' be able to do it.
~There's a chick who's been blogging something serious (in installments) about relationships & loving her man. However, for two years (and two kids later)... this chick has been blogging about how he tore her down to the core (on all kinds of levels) and is now blogging about how you should hang in there, pretty much regardless. Should I take this chick seriously? I mean... at WHAT point do you not only want better for yourself, but EXPECT better for yourself? Or is it just the norm now to accept mediocrity from a man as normal? I mean... *sigh* Nevermind... that's just me thinking out loud. If she likes it, I love it.
~And speaking of men... can I get this cat w/ a red bow on him for my bday? Goodness. Ladies, if you ain't on, get on! Let me introduce... (to everyone except Carla) David Oliver. (Yes, I ganked these pics straight from his page!) But as SOON as this cat came on the t.v. (during the Olympics) for the 100m hurdles... I was like, "WHO IS THAT?!" AND he's from DENVER!! Y'all... something about him reminds me of Alpha. =o)
THE LATEST EYE CANDY...
GOOD GAWD!! GO USA!! =o)
Anyhoo... back to the randoms...
~I'm watching the VMA's... and is Russell Brand getting his red nose on or what? Yes, Team Barack! But uh... wth @ Lil' Weezy's performance? And what was that lil' leg of his supposed to be doing on that dance? *smh* I was tickled something serious watching that mess. But... I was sooo pullin' for Britney to win. Something about seeing someone rise up from a fall brings a smile to my face. Go girl! Chick was looking fab, too. It's still on, so I have no performance comments. Pink just went off, and thus far she's the ONLY performance I've enjoyed. Grrr...
~I can't believe I'm not playin' fantasy football this year. Tryin' to keep my focus where it needs to be. But durn it... I almost started up a league toay by myself. Or considered joining a random one. This is KILLIN' me!
~I added a chat box on here, too. So... hit it up anytime! Also... my girls Carla & Camille joined up on here so... feel free to hit them up, too. I'm going to get my blog roll up this week (hopefully) so it's easier access to check out the blogs I read.
Well... That's all folks. I need to hit the sack. I got all of four hours of sleep last night.
~BK
Thursday, September 4, 2008
*SMDH*
I've got two words for these two people...
QUIT PLAYIN'!!!!
That is all. Happy Friday, people! I've got a donation to go make to the Obama campaign. I can't even begin to comment on the foolishness but... these jokers are comedy. So NOW a "change is coming," McCain? Um... you might represent many things, but "CHANGE" isn't one of them. Quit Playin'! Damn it... this *ish is really starting to get ridiculous.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Just My Thoughts...
So... I watched Hillary's speech last night (now a few nights ago). Twice even. 1st, because I was intrigued to know what she was going to say. And 2nd, because I couldn't sleep and had been glued to CNN the majority of the night and since I enjoyed it sooo much, I thought I'd listen to it again. She had some real highlights in that speech. And one of my favorite's was her reference to Harriet Tubman. "...and if you hear the dogs, keep going. If you see the torches in the woods, keep going. If they're shouting after you, keep going. Don't ever stop, keep going. If you want a taste of freedom, keep going. And even in the darkest moments, keep going. That is what American's have done... we have found the faith to keep going." "...and before we can keep going, we've got to GET GOING by electing Barack Obama." The crowd is cheering and screaming, when suddenly the camera pans onto some black lady who is beside herself w/ emotion. She's a Hillary supporter to the max. Chick was talking all kinds of crazy, though. My Dad & I were looking at the tv & each other like... what just happened here? I'm thinking... CHICK, did you even friggin' LISTEN to ANY of what Hillary J.U.S.T. said?! Hillary said, "... I want you to THINK about why you're in this. Are you in this campaign just for me? Or are you in this for the man in the military fighting for his country? Are you in this for the mother w/ cancer with two young children? etc. etc. etc... " Back to the beside herself chick, tho... Chick was breaking down w/ the tears and carrying on w/ this barage of how she won't vote for McCain, but Barack needs to show her why she should vote for him. And he's got two months to show her and what not. *blank stare* My Dad just looked at me and said... "This is a clear indication of someone that is STUCK!!! Hillary just said... "keep going" and this chick is stuck in her thought process and does NOT know how to keep going.
Now... I'm not about to get all political to the umpteenth power. I decided long ago not to blog about two things. Religion & Politics. I can understand being hurt that your candidate didn't win or mad about the scrutiny that your candidate had to go through. Why? Because I, myself, was extra pissy during the running for the election about more than a few things. And I was far from happy about the way Obama was being treated, at times. And I was split down the middle on whether I was going to vote for Hill or Obam, initially. But, I became a delegate at the county level for Obama waaaaaay back at our caucus & went head strong after that... but I digress. Nevertheless... when the character attacks got going and Hillary started showing her ass... I was salty. At one point, I even said to my boy... if she gets the nomination, even I'LL vote for McCain. (Dayum lie... as that was my anger talking. Clearly, when I got a level head & my boy checked me, cooler thoughts prevailed. Basically... COMMON SENSE!) My take is... if you've complained about the state of our country over the last 8 years and vote for 4 more of the same... complaining is a moot point. So if you DON'T vote and end up w/ 4 more of the same, then you don't have a reason to complain about WHOMEVER wins this canidacy. But this chick they panned the camera to & had this short side show with... just had me shaking my head. Said Hillary gave a presidential speech, too. *smh* Uh... sorry chick. Her speech was fabulous, I'll admit. But presidential candidate speech it was not. TRUST... if the woman had won the nomination, her speech would be 10x's as fab as the fab one she gave last night. Realize that, if you don't know otherwise. And please realize, if nothing else... it's YOU (lady) who has two months to get on board. Cause like it or not... the bus to the white house is pulling up in November with or without you. You can miss the bus if you want to, but my suggestion is to get on the bus! We are fired up & ready to go!
But I digress...
All I'm going to say is... Team Obama!
Anyhoo... I wrote that a couple of days ago. Four days worth of speeches. I've enjoyed so many of them. But none more than the man that has my vote, Barack. That man is inspiring. And he is most definitely the CHANGE I BELIEVE IN!!
Be Blessed!
~BK
Now... I'm not about to get all political to the umpteenth power. I decided long ago not to blog about two things. Religion & Politics. I can understand being hurt that your candidate didn't win or mad about the scrutiny that your candidate had to go through. Why? Because I, myself, was extra pissy during the running for the election about more than a few things. And I was far from happy about the way Obama was being treated, at times. And I was split down the middle on whether I was going to vote for Hill or Obam, initially. But, I became a delegate at the county level for Obama waaaaaay back at our caucus & went head strong after that... but I digress. Nevertheless... when the character attacks got going and Hillary started showing her ass... I was salty. At one point, I even said to my boy... if she gets the nomination, even I'LL vote for McCain. (Dayum lie... as that was my anger talking. Clearly, when I got a level head & my boy checked me, cooler thoughts prevailed. Basically... COMMON SENSE!) My take is... if you've complained about the state of our country over the last 8 years and vote for 4 more of the same... complaining is a moot point. So if you DON'T vote and end up w/ 4 more of the same, then you don't have a reason to complain about WHOMEVER wins this canidacy. But this chick they panned the camera to & had this short side show with... just had me shaking my head. Said Hillary gave a presidential speech, too. *smh* Uh... sorry chick. Her speech was fabulous, I'll admit. But presidential candidate speech it was not. TRUST... if the woman had won the nomination, her speech would be 10x's as fab as the fab one she gave last night. Realize that, if you don't know otherwise. And please realize, if nothing else... it's YOU (lady) who has two months to get on board. Cause like it or not... the bus to the white house is pulling up in November with or without you. You can miss the bus if you want to, but my suggestion is to get on the bus! We are fired up & ready to go!
But I digress...
All I'm going to say is... Team Obama!
Anyhoo... I wrote that a couple of days ago. Four days worth of speeches. I've enjoyed so many of them. But none more than the man that has my vote, Barack. That man is inspiring. And he is most definitely the CHANGE I BELIEVE IN!!
Be Blessed!
~BK
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