I just had the weirdest dream that I was napping and someone was knocking on my door. I don't answer uninvited guests, so I didn't answer the door. Apparently, I already had company, because I was showing them where a friend's daughter had come over and written on my wall in pencil and erased only part of it, and I was livid about it. I doze off and wake up again to use the bathroom. Then I wake up again and realize that I'm still in the bed really releasing. So, I freak out and scramble to try to get to the bathroom. And then I wake up dry, really having to use the bathroom. Of course I had to know what this meant. So this is what I found on
www.Dreammoods.com:
To dream that you are urinating, symbolizes a cleansing and release of negative or repressed emotions. Depending on your dream context, urination is symbolic of having or lacking basic control of your life.
Weird...Any other insight?
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
My mother was a HUGE Maya Angelou fan.
Still I Rise
-Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise
-Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Where they do that at?
I was on Twitter a few days ago...Yes, Twitter...and I saw someone respond to the trending topic "#IfIwasurwoman". She said "#IfIwasurwoman my car would always be clean," or something to that effect. My mind started to wander again...I remember the days when men had some real pride about relationships and felt like they needed to be the provider and protector of their woman. That thought was followed by where they do that at?
Seriously? I have had boyfriends who kept my car clean, if I needed an oil change, I never knew, held doors, wanted to take you to a dinner and a movie, wanted to stay up all night on the phone, wanted to try to impress you, wanted to buy you nice things, maybe even pay a bill or two. But as of late, I met a lot of PEOPLE(men and women), who are after one of two things: Sex or money...if not both.
I was having this same conversation with a gentleman friend the other day, and he looked at me and said "Do people love anymore?...What happened to staying married for 50 years?" I'm almost for certain I replied "Where they do that at?" I would assume partly because I am so social and I am in the clubs more than the average person, that it really seems like people are trying to get you before you get them. Like they really go into every new friendship/relationship/acquaintance with a "What can I get out of this person?" mentality. It's like a viral plague taking over!
I am trying to figure out where are the guys that take the trash out? And change light bulbs? The ones that don't want you out by yourself after dark? The ones that want to show you they can cook and keep a house clean? Where they do that at? Do men even get their hands dirty anymore?
On the flipside, there are a lot of "Boss Chics" who pride themselves in "pimping niggas." Sigh...They are usually just as broke as the dudes they claim to be pimping. Don't own nothing, rent their apartment, leasing or borrowing a car in someone else's name. We put all of that into the universe and then say "Woe is me, why is it so hard to find a great mate?" Don't make that man take you out ALL the time...some days stay home and cook! Talk to each other! Don't ask for Louis bags, ask for stocks! Upgrade EACH OTHER!
Where they do that at?
I'll let you know when I find out...
Seriously? I have had boyfriends who kept my car clean, if I needed an oil change, I never knew, held doors, wanted to take you to a dinner and a movie, wanted to stay up all night on the phone, wanted to try to impress you, wanted to buy you nice things, maybe even pay a bill or two. But as of late, I met a lot of PEOPLE(men and women), who are after one of two things: Sex or money...if not both.
I was having this same conversation with a gentleman friend the other day, and he looked at me and said "Do people love anymore?...What happened to staying married for 50 years?" I'm almost for certain I replied "Where they do that at?" I would assume partly because I am so social and I am in the clubs more than the average person, that it really seems like people are trying to get you before you get them. Like they really go into every new friendship/relationship/acquaintance with a "What can I get out of this person?" mentality. It's like a viral plague taking over!
I am trying to figure out where are the guys that take the trash out? And change light bulbs? The ones that don't want you out by yourself after dark? The ones that want to show you they can cook and keep a house clean? Where they do that at? Do men even get their hands dirty anymore?
On the flipside, there are a lot of "Boss Chics" who pride themselves in "pimping niggas." Sigh...They are usually just as broke as the dudes they claim to be pimping. Don't own nothing, rent their apartment, leasing or borrowing a car in someone else's name. We put all of that into the universe and then say "Woe is me, why is it so hard to find a great mate?" Don't make that man take you out ALL the time...some days stay home and cook! Talk to each other! Don't ask for Louis bags, ask for stocks! Upgrade EACH OTHER!
Where they do that at?
I'll let you know when I find out...
Gossip
Wow, it's been forever since my last blog. I won't promise to do better this time, I'll just do it. :)
I have so many opinions on so many things, because I'm always very reflective about life. But you know what they say about opinions...They're like a$$holes, everybody has one!
A few days ago, I logged onto my twitter account. I'm always intrigued by "twitpic" links, because I love pictures! And OMG...Those Tiny URLs are the love of my life!
I click on one, go to the page and then I just keep going and going! I was only supposed to check my replies on Twitter and keep it moving! Now a whole hour has passed and I've done nothing but read about Toya's new boo, how Chris Brown was ignored in some airport, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, Frankie and Neffe's glamour shots, La La's Bachelorette party...I could go on, but I'm sure you get the point. Now I'm mad at myself, because my to do list seems to grow exponentially by the second, and I have no time to be reading about other people's business!
About a week ago, I was out with my homegirl, and started the dumbest conversation: Have you seen a picture of Lauren London's baby?
Her: Yeah, I have, he's really cute.
Me: Oh really, because I googled for the pics and could never find one.
Her: Yeah, because he was at Reginae's birthday party.
Me: Oh, no, you mean the really light-skinned one with the curly hair?
Her: Yeah
Me: No, that's the other Sarah girl's baby...I follow her on twitter (at this point in my head I'm trying to figure out why) and she posted pics of him and her other baby on Twitter.
Her: Oh, well, I thought that was Lauren London's baby. *real definitively, shrugs and turns away from me*.
I almost felt like Ms. London herself had sent old girl pics to her personal e-mail and I was grossly misinformed. Like I was slipping on educating myself on the latest gossip mills. Next, ensued a conversation about Beyonce' MUST be pregnant, because she turned down a movie role, that was supposed to be so dope, and she was seen on Easter Sunday in some frumpy get up and flats! *GASP* "Cuz you know Bey always wears heels!" I scanned my memory files and saw the same gossip website pics and commentary in my head, before uttering...
"Ummmm hmmm, when we be clubbing Bey always comes out in heels, you know she don't play that!" *side eye*
So, I started to think, what is it about gossip that makes us want more and more? It's actually kind of sickening at times to me. Not saying at all that I don't indulge, but remember when the National Enquirer was looked down upon? Now, you not only get the report, but you get commentary, and you too, can be a part of the action by adding your own two cents. My goodness! I mean, we really actually care about what Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey wore to the grocery store? How does that enrich or improve our lives? You probably can't remember what YOU wore to the grocery store the last time you ventured out.
The conclusion I've come to, is that people need to get a life. No literally, myself included. If we have nothing better to talk about than what other people, THAT WE DON'T EVEN KNOW, are doing...we need to get a life. Seriously...Don't poke fun at their gym outfits when you've never been to one. Don't go ranking who wore the best outfit to the Oscars when you don't have any. We are capable of higher order thinking and we come up with things like "Beyonce was trying to look like Kelli's Alter-ego in her new video!"...Who cares? Do you think they do? They don't...I promise...Get a Life!
Main Entry: 1gos·sip
Pronunciation: \ˈgä-səp\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English gossib, from Old English godsibb, from god god + sibb kinsman, from sibb related — more at sib
Date: before 12th century
1 a dialect British : godparent b : companion, crony c : a person who habitually reveals personal or sensational facts about others
2 a : rumor or report of an intimate nature b : a chatty talk c : the subject matter of gossip
— gos·sip·ry \-sə-prē\ noun
I have so many opinions on so many things, because I'm always very reflective about life. But you know what they say about opinions...They're like a$$holes, everybody has one!
A few days ago, I logged onto my twitter account. I'm always intrigued by "twitpic" links, because I love pictures! And OMG...Those Tiny URLs are the love of my life!
I click on one, go to the page and then I just keep going and going! I was only supposed to check my replies on Twitter and keep it moving! Now a whole hour has passed and I've done nothing but read about Toya's new boo, how Chris Brown was ignored in some airport, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, Frankie and Neffe's glamour shots, La La's Bachelorette party...I could go on, but I'm sure you get the point. Now I'm mad at myself, because my to do list seems to grow exponentially by the second, and I have no time to be reading about other people's business!
About a week ago, I was out with my homegirl, and started the dumbest conversation: Have you seen a picture of Lauren London's baby?
Her: Yeah, I have, he's really cute.
Me: Oh really, because I googled for the pics and could never find one.
Her: Yeah, because he was at Reginae's birthday party.
Me: Oh, no, you mean the really light-skinned one with the curly hair?
Her: Yeah
Me: No, that's the other Sarah girl's baby...I follow her on twitter (at this point in my head I'm trying to figure out why) and she posted pics of him and her other baby on Twitter.
Her: Oh, well, I thought that was Lauren London's baby. *real definitively, shrugs and turns away from me*.
I almost felt like Ms. London herself had sent old girl pics to her personal e-mail and I was grossly misinformed. Like I was slipping on educating myself on the latest gossip mills. Next, ensued a conversation about Beyonce' MUST be pregnant, because she turned down a movie role, that was supposed to be so dope, and she was seen on Easter Sunday in some frumpy get up and flats! *GASP* "Cuz you know Bey always wears heels!" I scanned my memory files and saw the same gossip website pics and commentary in my head, before uttering...
"Ummmm hmmm, when we be clubbing Bey always comes out in heels, you know she don't play that!" *side eye*
So, I started to think, what is it about gossip that makes us want more and more? It's actually kind of sickening at times to me. Not saying at all that I don't indulge, but remember when the National Enquirer was looked down upon? Now, you not only get the report, but you get commentary, and you too, can be a part of the action by adding your own two cents. My goodness! I mean, we really actually care about what Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey wore to the grocery store? How does that enrich or improve our lives? You probably can't remember what YOU wore to the grocery store the last time you ventured out.
The conclusion I've come to, is that people need to get a life. No literally, myself included. If we have nothing better to talk about than what other people, THAT WE DON'T EVEN KNOW, are doing...we need to get a life. Seriously...Don't poke fun at their gym outfits when you've never been to one. Don't go ranking who wore the best outfit to the Oscars when you don't have any. We are capable of higher order thinking and we come up with things like "Beyonce was trying to look like Kelli's Alter-ego in her new video!"...Who cares? Do you think they do? They don't...I promise...Get a Life!
Main Entry: 1gos·sip
Pronunciation: \ˈgä-səp\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English gossib, from Old English godsibb, from god god + sibb kinsman, from sibb related — more at sib
Date: before 12th century
1 a dialect British : godparent b : companion, crony c : a person who habitually reveals personal or sensational facts about others
2 a : rumor or report of an intimate nature b : a chatty talk c : the subject matter of gossip
— gos·sip·ry \-sə-prē\ noun
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
What would make you happy?
I so missed my blog, but I wanted to wait until I had something worthwhile to share before I started a long dissertation about something that no one would care to read. The other day in the midst of my own introspection, I decided to pose a questions to my facebook fam. I asked "What would make you happy in life?" I have not a clue the answer to this question and felt like having a dialogue with other people may shed some light on my own plight.
M-W.com gives the following definition:
Main Entry: hap-py
Pronunciation: \ˈha-pē\
Function: adjective
Inflected Form(s): hap·pi·er; hap·pi·est
Etymology: Middle English, from hap
Date: 14th century
1 : favored by luck or fortune : fortunate (a happy coincidence)
2 : notably fitting, effective, or well adapted : felicitous (a happy choice)
3 a : enjoying or characterized by well-being and contentment (is the happiest person I know) (a happy childhood) b : expressing, reflecting, or suggestive of happiness (a happy ending) c : glad, pleased (I'm happy to meet you) d : having or marked by an atmosphere of good fellowship : friendly (a happy office)
4 a : characterized by a dazed irresponsible state (a punch-happy boxer) b : impulsively or obsessively quick to use or do something (trigger-happy) c : enthusiastic about something to the point of obsession : obsessed (education-conscious and statistic-happy — Helen Rowen)
synonyms see lucky, fit
First and foremost, I don't believe in luck. I believe that everything is part of a divine plan by God. I am a big fan of The Secret. The Secret simply states that anything that makes you feel positive feelings (joy, happiness, peace) means that you are in alignment with your universe and anything contrary to that is well, contrary to that. So, I try to go with things that make me feel good, hoping that it will create a habit of happy feelings. However, lately, I've been on a roller coaster ride varying from one extreme to the other. Which is sooooo not me. I'm usually a very happy and bubbly person.
So, one day, my bff and I sat down and made lists of what would truly make us happy. This is what I had on my list:
-Knowing that my mother is safe
-Release of responsibility
-Vacations
-Not worrying about money
-LOVE and sincere attention, not just sex
-Feeling like I have time to nurture my creative side
-Free time
When I posed the question to Facebook, most of what I got back involved having more money or having more love, which I also included on my list. I guess knowing is half the battle, but then what do you do to get from NOW to your Happy Place?
I've made dream boards...I have tons of them in my house. I try positive visualization. I try speaking things as though they have already happened. I think part of the battle with finding what makes you happy is that oftentimes we want an instant fix. How can it just be over with today? I don't want to suffer anymore. Sometimes we don't learn to love and to live in the victories that we already have. My pastor once said in a sermon "God has given you everything you need to be successful. If we were faithful to the things that God has ALREADY given us, we'd be surprised at what we could do." So Where is the disconnect? Have our visions become so microwaved that we think we don't have to work for anything? Have we gotten away from what is truly important in life?
A lot of times we focus on what's wrong in our lives, our bills we have to pay and the money we have to earn to pay them. But living to work to pay bills, is that happiness? So let's say you win the lottery? What did Puff & dem say? Mo money mo problems. More money would probably lead to more bills and so on. So I challenge you to figure out, what would TRULY make you happy? And furthermore challenge you to go after it. Smooches!
M-W.com gives the following definition:
Main Entry: hap-py
Pronunciation: \ˈha-pē\
Function: adjective
Inflected Form(s): hap·pi·er; hap·pi·est
Etymology: Middle English, from hap
Date: 14th century
1 : favored by luck or fortune : fortunate (a happy coincidence)
2 : notably fitting, effective, or well adapted : felicitous (a happy choice)
3 a : enjoying or characterized by well-being and contentment (is the happiest person I know) (a happy childhood) b : expressing, reflecting, or suggestive of happiness (a happy ending) c : glad, pleased (I'm happy to meet you) d : having or marked by an atmosphere of good fellowship : friendly (a happy office)
4 a : characterized by a dazed irresponsible state (a punch-happy boxer) b : impulsively or obsessively quick to use or do something (trigger-happy) c : enthusiastic about something to the point of obsession : obsessed (education-conscious and statistic-happy — Helen Rowen)
synonyms see lucky, fit
First and foremost, I don't believe in luck. I believe that everything is part of a divine plan by God. I am a big fan of The Secret. The Secret simply states that anything that makes you feel positive feelings (joy, happiness, peace) means that you are in alignment with your universe and anything contrary to that is well, contrary to that. So, I try to go with things that make me feel good, hoping that it will create a habit of happy feelings. However, lately, I've been on a roller coaster ride varying from one extreme to the other. Which is sooooo not me. I'm usually a very happy and bubbly person.
So, one day, my bff and I sat down and made lists of what would truly make us happy. This is what I had on my list:
-Knowing that my mother is safe
-Release of responsibility
-Vacations
-Not worrying about money
-LOVE and sincere attention, not just sex
-Feeling like I have time to nurture my creative side
-Free time
When I posed the question to Facebook, most of what I got back involved having more money or having more love, which I also included on my list. I guess knowing is half the battle, but then what do you do to get from NOW to your Happy Place?
I've made dream boards...I have tons of them in my house. I try positive visualization. I try speaking things as though they have already happened. I think part of the battle with finding what makes you happy is that oftentimes we want an instant fix. How can it just be over with today? I don't want to suffer anymore. Sometimes we don't learn to love and to live in the victories that we already have. My pastor once said in a sermon "God has given you everything you need to be successful. If we were faithful to the things that God has ALREADY given us, we'd be surprised at what we could do." So Where is the disconnect? Have our visions become so microwaved that we think we don't have to work for anything? Have we gotten away from what is truly important in life?
A lot of times we focus on what's wrong in our lives, our bills we have to pay and the money we have to earn to pay them. But living to work to pay bills, is that happiness? So let's say you win the lottery? What did Puff & dem say? Mo money mo problems. More money would probably lead to more bills and so on. So I challenge you to figure out, what would TRULY make you happy? And furthermore challenge you to go after it. Smooches!
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