Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Sometimes, You Just Get Mad!

Yo...

I'm getting surly emails complaining abougt how I didn't post today or yesterday.

Look here... don't get spoiled. Just because I posted every day last week- that don't mean I will be doing that ALL the TIME.

What's wrong with ya'll?

(Especially you, Serenity)

Humph.

Anyway, I'm hijacking a post from that Oldgirl, The LBeezy...

I just KNOW she had to get this from That Southern Black Gal, as these peoplelook to be some of Southern's kin folk.

Throwing shoes at the Devil... Bush style...



I am NOT a big fan of traditional black southern churches... The organ playing and yelling preacher drive me nuts. I like to hear someone talk for an hour, I like to take a good 4 or 5 pages of good notes. I like to pontificate and have a tentative PLAN of action scratched out in the margins...

That constitutes good "chuuuuch" to me.

Some may like a lot of what is in the video. Hey... Be happy, and do YOUR thang!!

Let's just say, I would've loved to have heard this pastor's message before he hurled his Stacey Adams wing tips at the devil. I assume he had a good message of getting angry at the Enemy and taking action concerning your personal issues.

The video was interesting...

I now understand how dude felt when he threw his shoes at President Bush over in Iraq last year.

Sometimes you just get so mad at the devil that you gotta throw your shoes...

... or your purse.

... or your crutch!

Monday, May 04, 2009

Monday Morning Ramblings

Ah yes...

Another Monday Mernting.

The current temperature in the ATL is 62 degrees.

It is raining, so much to the point that I am wondering if we will EVER see the sun again.

This is that hard sleeping and slowly twerking kind of weather.

LOL

In other words, there is really no need to get out of bed.

And I am up EARLY!! I woke up at 4:30 a.m.

I have a doctor's appointment today, so I arrived at work under the cover of darkness and POURING down rain at 6:00 a.m. I felt odd, since I don't usually roll up in here until 10 in the morning.

So, hopefully I will be alright... and not fall out asleep at my desk.

My appointment is at 3:20 p.m., and I can't eat anything all day. Oh well. I should be alright. I declare this here a day of fasting!!

My weekend: It was VERY uneventful. Couldn't do much since it rained cats and dogs. I got a lot of things done around the house. I worked on my budget and financial goals for the month. Yacked on the phone to a few friends. I watched a strange movie, The Reader. I finished a good book, Kisscut by Karen Slaughter. I even started on my book club book, The Soloist by Steve Lopez.

I began a new crochet project. Well, not really... just wanted to do a swatch to see if I could decipher the pattern. It was all gibberish to me, and I even brought it to work for my coworker Cowgirl Cre to have a look at. She taught me to crochet 10 years ago, so I just knew that SHE could figure out.

All she said was, "That's more than a notion, girl!"

HUMPH.

Come ON, Cowgirl Cre!!!

So I was left to my own devices.

This is the test swatch.




Interesting. The chick who wrote this pattern must've been drinking real hard at the time because she don't know the difference between a comma and a period, and that makes a BIG difference in reading patterns.

I am the Queen of busted english, but if I noticed it, it must REALLY be bootleg.

I needed a drink while trying to figure this one out.

I want to send her a nasty email. But that would be wrong.

It ain't all that hard, though. I would just have to wrap my mind around making 936 little squares. UGH!! Shouldn't be a problem though. This would be a Christmas gift!

Like I said, I got much done around the house. Even the laundry. So when I was doing a few other things, waiting for a final load to finish drying, I come across this:


Kramer, the permanent houseguest, seems to like the laundry basket lately. I don't like this, as that dude has long hair and is shedding like a mutha!

Even after hearing me yell "Get your butt out off my clean clothes, man!", he just kinda went back to sleep.


And he didn't move, even after I ran up on him. Just looked at me with the sleepy face.



Let's say, he got snatched up. He looked at me like I was crazy, and went upstairs to hang out with my sister Kentucky.

Cats are a trip. I don't have this problem out of Oscar, as he is old, and does not care for my conniption fits!

Book Giveaway. I would like to thank everyone who put up with my Food-for-Thought Epiphany and Oldgirl Angst Festival last week over here at the House of LadyLee. I will do that every quarter. So much has happened this quarter, and we're a third of the way through the second quarter!

I've been wanting to do some giveaways, and

So, I wrote all the commenters names on index cards, shuffled them real good and made my sister draw a winner.

The winner is:



Yeah, that is hard to read...

So, the winner is:

DREAMY

Dreamy, I'll contact you for your info via email!

Great News: Uh-rah... I spoke for close to an hour and a half on the phone to one of the Original Oldgirls last night.

Seems as if she is getting married...

And it seems as if 1+1 = 3.

That's all I am saying.

Don't run around mentioning nothing on her blog, as she is in the middle of a career change of sorts right now. She don't want employers googling her and finding that out...

Hmmm....

It ain't me...

And if you know it ain't you...

Then who could it be?

I'll let you pontificate...

Congrats girl... Good for YOU!

Got me over here cheesing hard like Buckwheat!

LOL!!

With that said...

I'ma need ya'll to have a good week... on purpose.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Happy Birthday LoveBabz... You Original Oldgirl You.

I would be remiss if I didn't celebrate one of my favorite blogger's birthdays.

*Lee stands on front porch in Georgia and clears throat*

"Excuse me, Ms. LoveBabz?" LadyLee mumbles.

*Babz pays LadyLee NO attention. For she is perusing the Conneticuit sky, discerning its beautiful blue color, pondering the meaning of life*

*Lee cups hands to mouth*

BABZ!!!! Yo BABZ!!!!

*Babz jerks her head around, doing her best to discern the strange noise coming from the south!*

"It's me, Babz! It's LadyLee! Stop all that discerning and get on down here to your virtual birthday party!!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVEBABZ!!

Today is one of my favorite bloggers birthdays!

And you know how I do!

Party Time!!

Happy 46th Birthday Babz.

Now, I like ol' Babz!

Why?

Because her blog is brutally honest. Brutally.

She talks VERY candidly about her life experiences... from molestation as a child to time in prison.

If that ain't some brutal honesty, I don't know what is.

Babz been through it all! ALLLLL!!! The only thing left to do is to go up to the Space Station! Thats it. The chick done been through it ALLL!

I came across Lovebabz by way of my friend and blog sista Sharon, Miss Just Write Now. I think they were writing poetry together and what-not. Anybody down with Sharon is alright with me. At the time I began reading her blog, she was going through a divorce and dealing with healing from that.

I remember thinking... "I remember feeling like that. Now I know my feelings are valid."

She knows how to get on paper many things that I am not even able to verbalize. Not only am I not able to verbalize such thoughts, but I can't even write them on paper, much less a blog.

And I tell you, there are SO many times that I've been discussing various issues with some of my girlfriends...

And Babz posts on the very subject we are discussing that very day... that very same hour. And it ties up and clearly brings together whatever we are discussing.

And she's unabashedly honest with her readers, and more importantly honest with herself.

I like that, Mayne! I loved-ed it!!!

Now over an email the other day, I told her to not be alarmed if I went taring through her archives looking for some of her special quotes. She gave me permission to do so.

But I spent some time one evening, reading her words, looking for some quotes to tack up on the walls of the House of LadyLee. I finally threw my hands in the air, leaned back in my chair and hollered "It's too much!"

"IT'S JUST TOO MUCH!!!"

It's too much, Babz. Too much of that good stuff, gal. Hard to pick one thing, because it all blows my mind.

Her words are like dynamite. When they hit they blow up stuff, change, rearrange some things.

She's very big on the positive personal affirmations. You know, I like that kind of stuff.

So, I will just post the most recent Lovebabz quote from a post that shook me up a bit.

"I am always stunned at folks' perception. Or their so called reality as a barometer for defining my experiences."

If you read THAT too quick, you won't get it. That right there was deep off the pages.

I read that post and was like "I'm stunned too, Babz! Negroes got me stunned too! St-, St-, STUNNED!"

It would take me 5 posts to say what she said very succinctly in a few short words.

Deep off the frickin' pages.

And we don't even want to talk about her blogtalk radio show... Lovetalk Radio.

LawdhaveMercy...

We could be sitting here talking about that ALL day! (And you know how longwinded-ed I am!)

So... without further adieu, I want to present this sister here with her *Original Oldgirl* Platinum Plus card.

LoveBabz, I won't keep you waiting.

I hereby extend to you your Original Oldgirl Platinum Plus Card, good worldwide and on every planet in the solar system, good even on the Sun itself...with no monetary limits whatsover.

So if the police ever try to run up on you, or some folks try to jump ya, you can yell-

"Get back! I am an Oldgirl!"

I'm an "OG"!

"Get the **** back!!"

No, you'll still catch a beat down...

But you'll have the pride attached to being an Oldgirl...

One who is an Original!
One who is full of wisdom!
One who keeps it real!
One who has been through it all!
One marching like Miss Sophia on her way to a place of peace and victory......

Stand tall...
And make sure you don’t fall
Be proud
Say it loud

I, Lovebabz, am an… Original Oldgirl!

So you know how I do... we gonna have the virtual barbeque.

But not before I show you the gifts I sent to Babz!

I hooked that Original Oldgirl up with a card:

Keep it simple, yet tasteful... Her name in the clouds.







Last year, she asked all her readers to compose poetry in her honor. Now, I'm too bootleg to do that. You know how strange my poetry is.

This year she requested song lyrics that reminded us of her.

I posted 2 songs: "Free" by Jill Scott; "Searching" by Erykah Badu (by way of Roy Ayers)

Now, Babz was over here hollering HARD for a minute about a blanket.

"I want a blanket!! I'll pay! Name Your Price! Blah, BLAH, BLAHHH!!!"

*LadyLee frowning HARD, and closing the window blinds and turning out all the lights at the House of LadyLee*

*crickets*

Girl was just hollering down, making up a BUNCH of noise!

So we talked, and I got an idea of what she liked. Let's just say, I've been wanting to do a black sorority blanket. I spoke with some of the Deltas on my job, and I hooked it up.

So I present to you, The Crimson and Creme...

"The LoveBabz Supreme"


*LadyLee throws smoking hot needle through the wall and into the front yard. The whole front yard catches fire**

It's that crimson and creeeeeeeeme... that Lovebabz Supreeeeeeemmmme!!!




Now, you know how bootleg I tend to be. I took these pictures at my book club sista Aunt Ray-Ray's house last Sunday. And as you can tell by the ball of yarn to the side- I wasn't even finished with it yet.




LOL!!! Babz running around talking about she gonna put it in her Will. LOL!!! Cut that out Babz!


Took me 2 hours to trim all the stray strings. UGH. But I did it for you, Babz! You Oldgirl You!!



I told her it'll make you want to sang the sweetheart song... "Deeee eSsssss Teeee!!"

LOL

She called me when she received it. Doing allllll that hollering.

I am death in one ear now. Thanks, Babz...

LOL... But on the real, glad you liked it, Miss. Really glad.

Happy Birthday Lovebabz, and many more!

So, I know ya'll ready to eat!

*Party People knocking over chairs and tables trying to line up for the food*

Let the virtual Barbeque begin!!!

Lovebabz hollers "I sure would enjoy a good piece of fish, LadyLee!"

LadyLee shrugs. "Alright, fish and barbeque! That's cool!"

"Uncle Cre! Git that witch's kettle out and fry up some tilapia!"


We got the HOT. FRIED. FISH for the Party People!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course I got the grill going. Not quite summertime, but it's hot enough to grill!! GRILL, GRILL, GRILL!!!
















And you KNOW there's always someone hollerin' about they don't eat pork. GEEZ!!

I see you sneaking the ribs on the sly! But we got that grilled up shrimp and crab for you anyways!






I cooked up some gumbo...



And for you REAL country folk: My grandma brought over some chittlins! (Dang. We don't have many chitterlings left over. The people who claim they don't eat port tore that down before it could be served up.)



Hold your horses. The salmon and biscuits are almost ready!





And for the super health counscious folks, we have all the stir-fry you can eat!






Good LAWD, there is some good eatin' up in this here LoveBabz Party!!!!



"Where the Liquor at, LadyLee!" Blog Fam screams, even though they got a case of the "itis" right now.



I tell you... black folks. You know we love the libations...

I'm not a lush, so it don't matter to me, but for all you drunks, we got that


Bitch on Ice... So nice so nice.
Come on, sang with me... *Lee does the running man dance*



"Bitch on Ice... so nice, so nice! Bitch on Ice... so nice, so nice!!!"

Grab a plate, and Party ON!!!

Oh, and don't forget to leave room for dessert.

My neighbor Tiny KILLS my ice cream whenever he comes over. Hopefully he left some for us.

Tiny, grab that ice cream out the freezer!


Party People, make sure you have a few of LadyLee's Oatmeal Raisin walnut cookies and Chocalate Chip Pecan cookies.


And we got a little double chocolate coffee infused cake! Have a slice!!


Whew!!! That was a GOOOD party... I see ALL YA'LL out on the front porch, holding your plates and kicking the HARD electric slide!

Thank ya'll so much for coming by for the LoveBabz virtual birthday party.

Now... you ain't got to go home, but you got to get the hell up outta HERE!!! I got the "itis" something terrible. I gotta go take a PHAT nap.

BABZ! Don't leave none of your gifts here, gal. You leave 'em here, I can't guarantee you will get them back.

Happy Birthday LoveBabz... and many more.

Songs in the Key of LoveBabz!

Lovebabz requested that her fellow bloggers post song lyrics which remind them of her and describe her spirit. This is in celebration of her 46th birthday.

I have chosen 2 songs. They are the first 2 songs on the playlist in the sidebar:

"Free" by Jill Scott

Free like a willow tree
Free like a summer's eve
Free like the waves are crashing on a solitary beach

Free like a bumblebee
Free like the open sea
Free like the minute, second, moment when you hold me closely

Free like a flying dove
Free like the moon above
Free like the four letters that spell out L-O-V-E love
Free like the bluest sky
Free like the wings up high
Free like... free like...free like....free like

Free like the brown in my eye
Free like the tears that I cry
Free like...free like....free like... free like

Free like the willow tree
Free like the summer's eve
Free like the waves are crashing on a single solitary beach (fades out)


"Searching" by Erykah Badu (by way of Roy Ayers)

See a butterfly
Up in the sky
I got a story to say
And I`ll tell you why
I`m searchin`

You see my friend
And I need someone
Who feels and needs
The same as I
I`m searchin`

When it`s right,it`s right
When it`s wrong,it`s wrong
I`m gonna sing my song
All day long
I`m searchin`

Searchin`... x15

See a butterfly
Up in the sky
I got a story to say
And I`ll tell you why
I`m searchin`

You see my friend
And I need someone
Who feels and needs
The same as I
I`m searchin`

When it`s right,it`s right
When it`s wrong,it`s wrong
I`m gonna sing my song
All day long
I`m searchin`

See a butterfly
Up in the sky
I got a story to say
And I`ll tell you why
I`m searchin`

Searchin`...x15



Happy Birthday, Babz!!

Stay tune for your Birthday tribute... and virtual barbeque and fish fry, lol.

Friday, May 01, 2009

The "F" word

The "F" word.

Nope. I'm not talking about the "F" word you're thinking about.

You. Cuss. Too. Much.

And. Get. Your. Mind. Out. The. GUTTER.

lol

No, I am thinking of another word:

FORGIVENESS

It is something that I don't have a concrete understanding of. Not at all.

And to be honest with you, I can be accused of operating in unforgiveness.

For I'm that type that, once you bite me a couple of times, I don't have anything to do with you.

For if you fool me once, shame on YOU.

Fool me twice, shame on ME.

So, I may or may be wrong for that.

But I posted my thoughts on forgiveness over on one of Aunt Jackie's posts recently.

"It's like this.

You get in the cage with the dog and it bites the stew out of you.

Lesson learned. Stay out of the cage with the dog.


You don't hate the dog.

You not trying to poison the dog.

You ain't even kicking the dog.

The dog is a dog.

And if you keep getting in the cage with the dog, then the dog will keep biting the stew out of you.

That's what I think about forgiveness. Forgive them... and move on. First time they do you wrong, shame on them. Anytime after that, shame on you... Because you had experienced some mess in the past.

It takes time for people to get that trust back."


Those are my thoughts on forgiveness. Mind you, this is outside of someone coming to me and saying "I am sorry." That rarely happens with me.

Honestly, there are peeps around me that I don't even talk to because they're trying to run scams on me or they are stressing me out. This is especially true at work.

But they are the first I make sure to help when they need some work-related help. And if there is an envelope going around for them (condolence, etc.), I make sure to sign it and put some cash in it.

I ain't got nothing against them.

It's just that we don't need to be fooling with each other. My self-esteem don't depend on your acceptance. Sorry. Never has, and never will. For me to put up with such foolishness says otherwise.

But I heard something very peculiar in a service back in late February or early March that has stayed on my mind like nothing else. It has been the source of much pontification, and is one of the best things I heard the first quarter of the year.

It was a test to test yourself for whether you have truly forgiven a person or not.

When you think about the person who did you wrong, are you also thinking about how you can hurt them or get them back? Are you wishing bad stuff on their life? Are you plotting or working out how you gonna cuss them out if you get the chance? Does rage rise up instantly?

If not, you have forgiven them.

Now, I smirked when I heard this. Afterall, you gotta be kidding me. That's stretching it.

NO ONE feels that way.

So I decided to pay attention to how folk feel when they have been wronged. Of course, no one immediately shrugs it off. I know I don't. But what are their feelings about it?

I was shocked to find the amount of need for some "get back" a lot of people feel when they feel they have been wronged. I myself, in the past, have been lied on, called all kinds of names, all kinds of craziness because it was thought that I did something wrong. I am quick to say I am sorry. And sorry JUST won't do.

I've seen a lot of this in the past couple of months. It has probably always been around. I just didn't pay any attention. But I see it everywhere... all around me, in the media, EVERYWHERE.

It even made me think back to a divorce recovery class I took at church a few years ago. I was just going to be nosey. I didn't have any problems with the ex-hubby, didn't feel like I needed to recover from anything. Just wanted dude to have a very fine life and to stay away from me, lol.

But I was AMAZED at how people had not forgiven the ex's. They were just angry. I mean seething anger. There was some cussing and snot flying.

I was sitting there thinking "Clutch the pearls!! Y'all not suppose to be cussin' in Chuuuuuch!!!!!"

But when it's real, it's real. Whatever is in your heart is gonna come on out, babes. If you can't get all the mess out your heart in church, well...

But I just remember their being people praying for God to kill their ex. And our instructor had to REALLY convince folks that that is not a good thing and to really work HARD to get away from that.

I sat there thinking and watching all that. I couldn't imagine praying such about the hubby. Didn't even cross my mind. Yeah, I had some mad moments, but it was all over. I wish the man well for his life.

It was good that I saw all of that. And I thought about it when I was pontificating this strange "forgiveness" test I heard recently.

(Incidently, my nosey tail needed that class: I was struggling with the guilt of being happy after the divorce. They cleared me right up from such crazy thinking. Sometimes being nosey is a good thang!)

So I ran this test on myself. And I must say that there is no one around that I haven't forgiven. I don't want to set anyone's hair on fire or anything. And I don't have visions of grabbing a glock and busting a cap in anyone's behind. None of that.

But I am known not to fool with people. I submit that this differs from unforgiveness.

Any relationship I have falls in two categories:

It is either a blessing.
Or it is a bondage.

There is no "in-between" for me.

If I gotta watch your tail, or if you doing a lot of "po-mouthing", or if you trying to bait me into doing stuff... If I have to think too hard or there's a bunch of confusion or my life is just MISERABLE when I'm around you... Worse yet, if you dogging all the people in your life completely out... If you are just toxic, with carnage showing up everywhere you step:

Then, you're going to end up having a problem with me. We will be parting ways eventually. There is no way around it. I want to be one thing: happy. I have a hard time "skinning and grinning" with folks.

I have a tendency to make myself VERY scarce. Very. To the point where folks have said "LadyLee is MEAN!"

I'm not mean. I'm just more important than the Queen of England, and you know there are etiquette rules when dealing with THAT Oldgirl. Heck, you're not even suppose to touch her in a certain way, all kinds of stuff like that.

I have my rules also. YOU should have your rules too.

No one should keep you in bondage by dogging you and making you feel guilty when you don't fool with them. Folks like to call that "unforgiveness". Nope, you just don't deal with a bunch of foolishness.

So there is a fine line there somewhere. I would love to get along with everyone, but that ain't possible. I've learned, and am still learning to seperate myself without operating in unforgiveness.

Now one thing I REALLY began working on in the beginning of the year is:

Forgiving myself.

That's a whole nother animal right there. I tend to beat myself up about things like nobody's bizness. It is a lifelong stronghold that I am fighting to break. I think I may be winning that battle. I am at least more cognizant of it, and forcing myself to work on it.

Yes indeed.

The "F" word can be such a complicated thing, can't it?

It is something that I am sure we all define for ourselves over our lifetime, in one way or another.

I know I have... I'm sure you have too.

And am still learning to do so.