Monday, April 24, 2017

Good Monday Evening... The Rainy Night Edition

This right here is the situation in my beloved ATL.


Rain, rain, rain!

Rain ALL the time (well over the past couple of days).

And here's the kicker: It is COLD. It is in the 50s here in my beloved ATL.


Rain and cold together. Uh, NO, NO!

Especially since it was just 80-85 degrees last week.

Last night I was shivering in bed, but I refused to go get another blanket. Nope. Because it's going to be azzzzz HAWT in a few more days. You watch and see.

This has been an interesting day. I had my routine 8-10 week doctor's appointment today. Every thing is fine, but the dude who does out blood work was out, and we all had to wait around for his replacement. I decided to wait an hour, then jet. I could always come back another day, since my next appointment isn't until early July.

But they all looked at me like I was crazy when I asked if I could do that.

The  answer was "NO.  Wait for Dr. B. to come out here."

Uh... yeah. I waited for her. And she made the new blood work person (I know this is a phlebotomist. I just don't know how to spell it) do my blood work. That poor young lady had a rough time. Took her 15 minutes to do my blood work.

I didn't mind waiting. But that's the wrong side of town to be waiting around for something. I have been waiting around  in the waiting room before when the wait was a bit too long and...

What's the most gentle politically correct way to say this... 

Let's just say the working class "Make Amurica Great Again" clientele went OFF.   And it was SCARY. Then for some odd reason they start going in on Obama..


Ain't nobody got time for that. Because if any of the black folk  stand up and say something, we might ALL get shot.  Because you know they probably packing.

And I don't care to be around all that. Let us all just wait... peacefully.

I thought of all of that this morning.  And I would have GLADLY made a nice 60 mile round trip back out there to get some simple blood work done.

Oh well.

It is all good and well.  I arrived to work a couple of hours later to work than usual after an appointment.  The supervisor was alright, but you BEST believe I was equipped with a doctor's excuse. I'm going to scan that in and send it to him. This Oldgirl doesn't want any trouble.

CD of the Week.  So. I ran up on the STRANGEST CD I've heard in  awhile. I actually ran up on two of them, but let's just talk about one for now.

"Awaken, My Love!"  by Childish Gambino.

Childish Gambino is the rap persona of actor Danny Glover. I'm not  a fan of his rap music, and I think he was a part of that Community sitcom on NBC at one time. He produces the show Atlanta now, I believe.

Have you heard this Awaken CD, though?  Is it not the strangest thing you've ever heard? It's like, a mash-up of Prince, Funkadelic, and Sly and the Family Stone. Just ODD.

But SO Good.

It shocked the cheese out of me. I had it on while driving somewhere far from my house.

Had me sitting in the car like O_O.

It sure snuck up on me. And I like it. It is VERY different from anything out right now.

So my Songs of the Week are two cuts from that CD.

"Me and Your Mama"

Isn't that CRAZY???

It sounds all lovely and nice in the beginning then it just goes off a huge cliff.  WOW.

And "Terrified", my favorite song off the CD.

And it's just such a nice song... doesn't go barreling off a cliff. Thank goodness.

That's it for my Monday Evening rambles.

You all have a nice week.

By design and on purpose.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday Evening Musings

I don't know what it is, but I struggle with this posting on the weekends. I totally forgot to post yesterday. All I remember is laying across the bed last night thinking...

I need to go do a quick post before I fall asleep.

Then I fell asleep. I don't even remember falling asleep.

For some odd reason, I sleep like crap during the week, then I catch up on Friday and Saturday nights. This is beginning to make it a bit difficult to plan much of anything for my Friday nights and Saturdays overall.

By Sunday I am back to being erratic in my sleep. Sigh. I need to put myself on some type of schedule, I suppose.

This was an unusually quiet weekend. I ran whatever errands I needed to run on Friday evening so I wouldn't be ripping and running on the weekend. I went to church on Saturday night, which did wonders for me. I am spoiled now that I can stream church.  I may have to get back into the habit of going on Saturday evenings again. It just did a lot for my heart.

I scribbled some notes on the back of an envelope. This week I will be evaluating myself in my journalling concerning the following:

1. Do I look to other people to satisfy my needs?
2. Do I blame others for my present circumstances?
3. Do I get upset with people when they don't help me in a way that I think they should be helping me?
4. Do I find myself routinely asking myself the question "Will I ever have enough?"

I think I will go back and read through this year's journalling to see if some of that is present. I don't think it is, but we will see. If I need to make adjustments, I need to get on it.

Today it rained cats, dogs, and frogs. I opened the windows and enjoyed the sounds of hard rain and the cool air. I managed to get some writing done during this time. I wrote some 1700 words, which is a lot since my goal is around 500 words at a time. I guess I was feeling particularly creative today.

This is going to be a hectic week, though. Maybe I should not think of it that way... Everything will fall into place. I have a doctor's appointment in the morning. I could skip it, but I am not. I haven't been in some 10 weeks, so I have to keep that regular appointment. Besides, I like running out to the suburbs. Gas is 80 cents/gallon cheaper out in the suburbs. I fill up my tank every 3 weeks, and I am only on week 2, but when I top off my tank when I am out that far. I have been caught downtown twice this year rolling on fumes... and I have to get enough gas to allow me to drive some 20 miles out for cheap gas.

(This is a high class problem. Yes, it is).

I also have to train someone new in our lab on a method I'm responsible for. I feel a little selfish because it cuts into my personal lab time and I can't work at my own pace.

But alas, I will get through that... as again, it is another high class problem.

I think it will be a good time. I am a great teacher.


(That is something that I have been telling myself all week. It gives me great joy).

That's it for my Sunday Musings.

And I need a good Sunday piece of gospel music.  Here is one of my favorites at the moment.

That's a choir for you there. They had to practice to get all of that right. They would've put me out of the choir for getting my alto parts wrong!

Friday, April 21, 2017

One Year Later...

Prince died one year ago today.

It seems like yesterday.

I can remember where I was when I heard the news. I was at work, sitting in my cubicle. Someone said something in the cubicle area and I went over to a site to look it up and there it was, in big  bold red letters, that Prince had died.

What a SAD day. Ugh.

RIP Prince.

You left behind some 40 YEARS of music.

I can listen to Prince songs now and remember what was going on in my life when that Prince song was hot.

He's gone, but he left those memories behind...  memories as deep as the ocean.

If that isn't legacy, I don't know what is.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Food for Thought: Bill is OUT (A Time to Pause)

You know, I would've NEVER thought that Bill O'Reilly would be kicked off of Fox.

But it happened, tho.

The right combination of ingredients made for an interesting recipe on how to get someone booted.

First of all, he was labeled. ALL his business was coming out.

I think what disturbed me was the whole visual of him going off on his wife, grabbing her by the hair, and dragging her down the stairs. And his daughter, according to the divorce papers, saw it all.

Next, it came out that Fox was paying off all those women he sexually harrassed... Wow.

STILL, I thought he would keep his job.

I began to think, "Perhaps there is a problem here" when Auntie Maxine snapped on him for saying her hair looks like a James Brown wig...

Then the women put on their pink p*ssy caps, snatched up their phones, and went gangster on companies who advertised with the show.

(That picture captures their wrath. It looks like "I ain't playing with yo' azz!")

When our beloved President of these wonderful United States stepped up to defend Bill, I thought "Uh, Prez ain't got no credibility, Bill!"

That  ingredient hurt more than it helped.

When it was announced that he was taking a two week vacation, I thought "Oh snap, he's getting fired!"

This was what we called, back when I was in high school, someone getting snatched baldheaded.

In later years, it has been called snatching someone's weave. Or, as the youngsters says now, getting one's edges snatched.

Whatever you call it, we now have the perfect formula of how to kick someone off their throne.

Dude will walk away from this jobs with millions and millions of dollars. He will go on and live happily ever after, never having to work another day in his life if doesn't feel like it.

I think of all of this on a deeper level.

When I see people being all moralistic (is that a word?), I pause.

Correction: when I see someone being all moralistic and constantly shaking their the finger and shaming any and everyone who looks or thinks differently than them, I PAUSE.

(Because there is absolutely nothing with being moral. Nothing at all).

But, when I see this various mix of behaviors (moralistic + judgmental), I pause.

And I wonder...

What will we see...

When we pull back the heavy black curtain from the highly moral and judgmental person's life...

What will we see...

What are they hiding behind that curtain?

What are they hiding in the back corners of their lives?

Because that's always what's going on with people like that.

Pause and look back over some of  these scandals with some celebrities.


This is just an observation.

And it is a stark reminder for me to be diligent about working on the deep complexities of my own life. Let's face it, we all have them. And it takes a lifetime to work on them. And it's much less painful to pick on people for having issues and struggles than to deal with our own. That's just human nature.

Sounds simple enough. But you know what I mean.

Anyway, it felt alright to see some justice. This last 100 days has been one helluva ride! 

Bye, Bill...

Live your life happily ever after in filthy riches.

And in the constant memory of what went wrong. On purpose.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017