Happenings and a Soap Box Ranting

I'm trying to refrain from cursing today. I usually have a mouth like a sailor and I think some days should be sacred, so excuse me if my language sounds a little . . . I dunno . . . childish. I have also been hanging with 5 year olds these past couple days soooo . . .

Blank Canvas
I am an artist. An arteest (if you will)! And I'm pretty *gosh darn* good too. Problem is, it takes me forever to paint one picture and I don't spend enough time painting or doing anything artistically productive. However, I recently started painting again and I'm working on a few pieces that I am pretty happy with and hope to turn into a series. Yaaay me!!! (Sidenote: My annoying coworker says that it takes me a long time to paint because I'm insecure with my work. People are a trip aren't they?! And for the record my skills are the mother-*loving* bomb!) Pictures to come!
Guy Privelige
How come (outside of church folk and family) I have the pleasure of running into guys that glorify being total *poopy* heads? I have heard men saying a lot of insensitive things against women in the wake of this Tiger Woods scandal as well as other recent scandals (Chris Brown/Rihanna) Have we gone backwards? Is it okay to treat women like crap? I guess if my man cheats on me or beats the stuffing out of me, I should come to expect it and just feel lucky that I found a guy willing to put up with me every day in the first dang place . . . you know, my being a woman and all with my Double D fun bags, my empty head and my whore face. LOL Am I getting carried away? Bottom line. Let's not forget our values here. I swear people want to turn this world into nothing more than a business transaction between prostitutes and "johns."

The Silver Lining
On a lighter note, I took my nieces to see The Princess and the Frog last night. It was sooo cute. The trip was supposed to be for them, but it was really a guilty pleasure. I am a Disney Princess fanatic. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, the list goes on and on. As a little girl I grew up singing Disney songs and repeating the lines verbatim. I never held it against ole' Disney that I didn't see not nary a Black person in their princess movies - even after Disney started representing Native American princesses with Pocahontas or Arabian princesses with "Princess Jasmine", I still smiled and sang the tunes. "Can you paint with all the colors of the Wiiiiind? Can you paint with allll the colors of the wiiiind?!" (Then after Mulan hit theaters I thought to myself, this is getting fricking ridiculous here. Lol.) But here we are in 2009 and Disney is almost out of other races to do and we finally have an African American princess . . . *Sigh!* . . . it feels good yall. And to be honest, I don't think my nieces even noticed that she was Black (and I made sure not to emphasize it at all). They are blessed to be so young during "the age of Obama" having no clue that this is the first time in American history Black children can see images of fairytale princesses or Presidents and imagine themselves as beautiful and capable and . . . well, it brings tears to my eyes. Go America!

That is all. Have a happy Sunday folks!

Random Ish

. . . About Michael
(Disclaimer: Still going through some grieving over here so bear with me)

- What's with the news calling Michael Jackson the "self-proclaimed" King of Pop. That man was the KING of Pop. Buy a clue!

- Me and the annoying girl from work were talking about Mike, our childhood memories, how much we love him, where we were when we found out, and how devastated we were. We even cried together a little. I seriously even considered contacting my ex-boyfriend about MJ's death. (We were both big fans). But decided against it because of the weirdness factor . . . still thinking about it, though. Bottom line: Michael brings people together.

- This is honestly the second time in my life that I'd ever shed a tear over anyone, much less, someone famous. It's not that I don't have a heart; it's just that I have been fortunate enough not to have experienced a lot of people close to me dying. (FYI: The first death that ever moved me to tears was that of my grandmother.)

- Last, but not least (another one for the news). Why the comparisons with Farah Fawcitt's death? Why be so tacky as to bring her up in a snarky tone as if people are obligated to mourn over her just as much as Mike. How about having enough respect for the dead to let people mourn over whoever they want to mourn over; however they want to do that. Yes, she died. And for the record, I watched the news tribute special about her too. She was a beautiful actress and it's terrible that she passed away from cancer. But if anybody thinks that it's not fair that Mike's death is getting the attention it's getting, they need to move to a planet where he wasn't the greatest performer to ever moonwalk across a stage. (So I guess that eliminates moving to the moon as an option. I heard Mars may have sustained life once, though :-).
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. . . About Men

- If I could bottle up the confidence that men have I'd be so rich I could buy gravity and just fly away!!!

- On that note, I called up an "old friend" the other day to tell him I was in his area and wanted to see if I could visit and get his insight on a project I was working on. (We work in the same field). Anywho, he called me back too late and was disappointed that we missed each other. However, he gave me this little gem . . . "You're always free to come by and spend the night." Then he added a precious, "The invitation's always open to you!" Now tell me something, How could I be so lucky? lmbo Also, how much nerve does it take to extend someone that kind of invitation. A LOT, that's how much.

- Speaking of nerve . . . A friend of mine stopped by my new place to attend a salsa lesson with me. After we went out (I assumed as friends considering I filled up his parking meter and paid my own way-which is not a privelige I would give to "my man") we came back to my place and watched a movie. Whilst falling asleep, I almost got straight-up molested. #1 - I can't believe his behind didn't leave when the movie was over. And #2 - If you want to date rape someone, aren't you supposed to get them liquored up first? And at least buy them a meal, pay for the salsa lesson, something! Dang! Then he had the nerve to leave mad. But outside is where the weeping and the gnashing of his teeth will be. Aaa, hahahahLOL (Is it wrong to laugh at your own joke? Neverrr)
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. . . About Work

- The hustle is on. Starting yesterday, I will try to treat finding a new (or additional job) as a job. I'm scared, but here goes nothing. First things first, though, I gosta get my internet service switched. AT&T is just too frickin much.

- My dog bit the lady at my job who thinks she's the dog whisperer. I have never been more proud of his timing and execution. (Although the bite was enough to scare her a little, it wasn't a vicious bite. He was just playing with her). And the best part was she couldn't say anything because she'd just finished scolding me for telling him to chill out. hehe! You can't play tug of war with errbody's dog. Sometimes the dog owner knows what they're talking bout Willis.

That's what's swimming around in the chrome dome this mornin.