It Is Not Me...

Really... it is not

It is not me. I am not the problem. I have now come to accept this as a fact. I do not need to lower my standards, or change the type of person that I am. I do not need to dumb myself down, and I am not high maintenance. I do not need to go backwards in order to go forward. It is not me, it is them.

Too many women are being made to feel as though they are the problem and I say that is a big stinking pile of mess. There are those women who are truly trifling and pointless, but I am not talking about them. I am talking about the normal everyday woman. The one who is smart, decent, has her head on her shoulders and basically has her life together. Where are the men for those types of women? Go to any club on any given Friday or Saturday night and who are the men flocking around? Are they flocking around the ladies who are tastefully (and yes you can be sexy and tasteful at the same time) dressed, looking like their mother taught them manners? No they are not. Instead they are panting after the hoetastic chicks wearing a half yard of cloth, if that, whose every movement, word, and deed broadcast to the world that they will do anything to anyone. How is a decent woman supposed to compete with that? Furthermore why should she want to?

Men often tout that they want a "lady in the streets and a freak in the bed" yet they are always (well maybe not always but like 99.995% of the time) going after the freaks and ignoring the ladies. What message does that send to the ladies out there? That they need to drop their manners and home training and take up the banner of hoeness? I should hope not.

I believe that as this year comes to a close, all of us real ladies out there need to stand together and make a pack that no matter what we will not take anymore bull$#!+ from men and women alike. We will not lower our standards to compete with all the hoes and tramps running the streets. We will maintain our dignity and decorum. Our manner of dress will leave a man wanting to know more not knowing all there is to know. Our smiles will blind men because they are beautiful not because they are blinged out. We will understand our worth and govern ourselves accordingly.

He Got Game?????

Back on the block and ready to drop knowledge on you like a hot bag of nickles.... sometimes the truth hurts....


So true story...

And it goes a little something like this:

Dude: hey you seem like a nice lady, can I call you sometime?
Chick: I don't think that would be a problem. My number is *********
Dude: ok well let me give you my numbers as well.
Chick: ok so I will know who is calling
Dude: well you would have to call me first, you can call me at work and they will find me. My phone is off right now. I will probably put some money on it next week to see if I can get it turned back on..
Chick.................. ***crickets***................

This is a true story. This really happened. Really.

WTFF!!!

How have we as a society gotten to this point? What point? The point where a guy would feel OK with revealing that type of information. Your phone is cut off because you are behind in payments and you will TRY to put money on it! CTFO now!! (Come The _uck On for those not up on the abbreviations) CTFO!!

According to my logic this is a bad situation all the way around. Why? Well doesn't it stand to reason that if you are behind on the cell phone bill (and first off how high is your bill anyway? who you talking to? what are you doing with that phone?) there are other things that you are behind on? Also, if you are behind on the cell bill because you are playing a game of robbing Peter to pay Paul (which happens sometimes I know but still) then that leaves me to wonder about your money management skills. Futhermore, if you are having a cash flow issue, how are you planning to support the cause of taking someone out?

He got game? Absolutely NOT!

Grade F-

The hardest thing...

This will probably be the hardest thing that I will have to write. In this season of thanksgiving I have much to be thankful for. On Thursday I traveled to Syracuse to visit my eldest sister and her family. As we sat down to a pretty much traditional Caribbean thanksgiving dinner my brother in law said grace. My dad looked over to me and said he was so glad I was there. That may seem like an odd statement to make but in light of the circumstances it made sense.

You see, according to all accounts, I should not be here. Even after a week and a half it is still hard to wrap my mind around the reality of what happened. Seeing it happen to someone else on television is one thing. Experiencing it first hand...surreal.

According to the witnesses my life and the lives of 3 of my dearest friends should have ended at around 9:15pm on 11/18/08 on a stretch of road outside of Hampton,VA. After watching the car spin out (at 60mph), hit a guard rail, flip over several times, skid on its roof and side, hit another guard rail, then come to a stop one witness said she expected to see bodies. Instead she saw four young women, shaken and bruised, yet alive.

I remember the sounds, the metal scraping, gears grinding, the deafening silence broken only by a whispered "Jesus" followed by an equally quiet "everything will be ok"; the sights, rows of headlights, the stars, sparks flying.

Some said we were lucky, some said it was a miracle. I say that on that road that night life and death stood face to face but mercy stepped in and said NO.

Ranting Auntie 3.0

Happy Birthday to me.

I would like to take this opportunity to first thank God for making me possible and keeping me alive to see the ripe old age of 30. Morning by morning new mercies I definitely see.

Next I would like to thank mommy and daddy for raising me right and smacking the mess out of me when I got out of line, and mommy for reminding me on a fairly regular basis that until the day she dies (and to her way of thinking even after that point) she reserves the right to take me out if I don't act right.

My sisters, blood and otherwise, for reality checks and not taking me as seriously as I take myself.

My little ones for always giving me something to laugh about.

My GDT family for caring and praying.

And last but not least all the haters... hi haters, you see me, and it makes you burn cause you can't be me...

Thank you and goodnight.

The Ranting Auntie

Put up or Shut up

Well....

America voted and as many are touting, the "first black president" has been elected. That being the case I have only one thing to say to "black people"...

PUT UP OR SHUT UP.

It is time to back up all the talk that has been going on with action. So many times people always lament and bemoan the fact that "the man" is holding them down from being where they want to be or reaching their goals. Well if they don't achieve anything now, and don't reach any goals, what will be their excuse now that "the man" is out and "brotha man" is in?

I wonder...

One more thing...

If I see Jessie Jackson crying ONE MORE TIME...

I am not sure why as yet but that so irks my spirit...

Oh wait, I remember why now, because Jessie is a hypocrite... yeah I said it....

Was Obama using small enough words for you to understand now Jessie? huh?

I'm going to bed now...

G'night

What it is all about

While waiting in line to vote today I had the opportunity to speak to an 80 year old woman from North Carolina. In response to the statement "what is the point of voting? what can one vote do?" she had this to offer:

"If you had come up how I came up, when I came up, you would understand why I would stand on this line all day long if I had to. I never thought I would live to see the day when it was even possible for someone who looked like me to even have the chance to run for an office much less the office of president and that I would be able to vote. I was one of 15 children. We worked the cotton fields earning $.50 a bushel. A black person in office was not even something I could ever think about. But I thank God that I lived to see the day when it happened."

Regardless of party affiliations, regardless of who you voted for and why, this is what it is all about. The right to vote. The right to have our voices heard. My generation has always had the right to vote, and sometimes I think that we forget what the generations before us had to go through to secure that right for us. Today I spoke to a woman who knew what it was like not to be able to vote because of the colour of her skin, who knew what it was like to be afraid to vote because to do so could have cost her her life. I was humbled by her words to me today, and as I pulled that lever to cast my vote I did so with a respectful understanding and with a sense of profound gratitude towards those who went before me and made it possible for me to do so.