tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30581217370614883762024-02-08T00:28:32.404-06:00random and pressing detailsjust random stuff that i find it necessary to get off my mind or chest in a pressing manner.amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-5192552261260818222011-01-17T00:04:00.000-06:002011-01-17T00:04:39.330-06:00January 17Everybody has a story behind their "Innanets Name." I'm no exception to that. Amymay is something that Mr. Man used to call me back when we first met. And his birthday is January 17. Thus: amymay117. It started out as my email addy. Then as my username on the myspace... and so on.<br />
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Back in 2004 the 117 part took on a new meaning. My mom died on January 17. I remember standing in the hospital, saying my goodbyes, trying to wake up from a living nightmare... and thinking how inappropriate it was that Mom was dying on Marc's birthday. Thing is... we weren't even together at the time (and hadn't been since 2001), but he was always part of my consciousness. I kinda felt guilty, thinking about him when I should have been thinking about her.<br />
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When we got back together, January 17 rolled around for the first time, and that guilt fell away. See, I never really believed in coincidence, and I still don't. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that my mom chose this date to cross over. I'm saying that Mr. Man's birthday being on the same date helps me to remember to celebrate. Celebrate her life rather than mourn a loss. Celebrate his bornday. Celebrate the way that lives converge, even when it seems that they have taken seperate paths. Celebrate love, and family, and beginnings, and life.<br />
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So that's the story of my online name. It's kinda dramatical, but that's how I roll!<br />
Anyway... Happy Birthday, boo!! And, Mom, I love and miss ya!amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-37760931388667557672011-01-12T23:35:00.001-06:002011-01-12T23:36:13.460-06:00Well it's a new year and whatnot...<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lots of things have been happening in my world lately... well, in everybody's world to be sure, but I'm self-absorbed right now, so we'll be talnbout me, #thenkyavurrrymurch.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Wait... Let's let Red Foreman explain it......</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMk_drMWCeQ-QVfsP2oAPUkoqpaHlmZ4vKb-u3uysNz7ONxv7pQ30cZZy2oyqEzpKIpDLSudOo9BmKPRBjAOpAO_Dy0_CMWanWbtZg2zARmeygX9U3q-GSdzF8biz64WaW-8OhAEVdxQ/s1600/redexplainsit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMk_drMWCeQ-QVfsP2oAPUkoqpaHlmZ4vKb-u3uysNz7ONxv7pQ30cZZy2oyqEzpKIpDLSudOo9BmKPRBjAOpAO_Dy0_CMWanWbtZg2zARmeygX9U3q-GSdzF8biz64WaW-8OhAEVdxQ/s640/redexplainsit.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Thanks, Red.</i></b></span></div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-27771739454182757912010-12-14T17:22:00.001-06:002010-12-14T17:31:11.266-06:00Hi, Neighbor! Can we talk about your dog a minute?Today I have a "Sternly Worded Letter," (as my eHomey<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> </span><a href="http://www.awesomelyluvvie.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Luvvie</span> </a>would put it) for my neighbor in the brick house across the side street. Sometimes she stays doing the most...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hey, how you doooooin'? We have been on wavin' and noddin' terms for going on five years now. And we have both had our dogs for about the same amount of time. I must admit, your lil' Yorkie is the epitome of adorable.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He really is. And I don't blame him for the smelly, steaming messes he leaves in my yard. After all, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>he's</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> only doing what dogs do. However, I have a couple of issues with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b><u>YOU</u></b></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">See, the way I figure it, a dog who is housebroken will only do his business wherever he is <i>allowed </i>to do his business. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: xx-small;">Can you teach FooFoo how to do this? Or at least teach him how to Dougie?</span></i></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's where you come in, dear lady, being the <i>dog <b>owner</b></i> and all. For the most part, I haven't said much over the years as I have watched you walk past my home, on the sidewalk, and your dog has lifted a leg on my trees. I have kept my mouth closed as I watched your precious lil' froofroo cop a squat on the curb side grass, and then watched while <i>you</i> walked away and<i> left</i> it to biodegrade in its own stinky time. Even though<b><i> never ONCE</i></b> have I, nor <i>any</i> of my family, taken Roger the Rat Terrier to defile <i>your</i> immaculate lawn.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lately, though, you have been pushing the bounds of my kind and understanding nature. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHZR0MlDgjbA0iqN3UCd4K5HAac2sRL77ppqEn4SJsaSa2nPySWTGRPtn8Tb45XIaaglmk9lrAnX5He-xj3QeC61jfs2bm_R6i33R6TmG0MGpoKrBMpjHLLs1KKV8MA-NiR7nClevrDE/s1600/Leave-Address-Dog-Poop-Sign-S-5616.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHZR0MlDgjbA0iqN3UCd4K5HAac2sRL77ppqEn4SJsaSa2nPySWTGRPtn8Tb45XIaaglmk9lrAnX5He-xj3QeC61jfs2bm_R6i33R6TmG0MGpoKrBMpjHLLs1KKV8MA-NiR7nClevrDE/s200/Leave-Address-Dog-Poop-Sign-S-5616.gif" width="145" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">First, I noticed you come out of your house with the froofroo dog, cross the street, allow your dog to poop in my yard, and then <b>immediately</b> return to your house and go inside. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your dog toileting in my yard while you were walking him is one thing. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Purposefully </b></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">crossing the street with the intent of letting your Yorkie use my lawn for a latrine, though?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">REALLY??</span></u></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today, however, you have surpassed all limits of patience and tolerance. My kindness and understanding came to an abrupt end at about 4:15pm.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It was then that I happened to look out my front window to witness you, dear lady, walk your pooch <b>up my sidewalk </b>and allow the hairball to lift his leg <b>on my kid's bicycle!</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To say I am aggravated, irritated, angered, or incensed is to drastically understate my level of pissedoffitude. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">See, here's the thing... I know I don't have the best landscaped lawn on the street. I know I have an eight-year-old that leaves his toys and stuff in the yard. I know my house is starting to need a coat of paint. But that doesn't mean I don't care at all. It means I'm a working mom, and when prioritizing my life, spending time with my kid takes precedence over yard work. It doesn't mean that I welcome your snookywooky's little biological care packages. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDOr2LBBYnL_zBVdp9pNLAkQiBK__7_eKdFqybEW0GggxZKqfy_o2C5sV7E4WwQGo-mY1fqDMY6qrIcK-gXoLM3jCvXrNJ85ZNx2etMOgbiKVUFGEM3YSaq3J8OjwFk9zixW5e476Wo4/s1600/No-Dog-Pooping-Parking-Sign-K-4499.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDOr2LBBYnL_zBVdp9pNLAkQiBK__7_eKdFqybEW0GggxZKqfy_o2C5sV7E4WwQGo-mY1fqDMY6qrIcK-gXoLM3jCvXrNJ85ZNx2etMOgbiKVUFGEM3YSaq3J8OjwFk9zixW5e476Wo4/s200/No-Dog-Pooping-Parking-Sign-K-4499.gif" width="135" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It damn sure doesn't mean that I'm going to tolerate the blatant disrespect and unneighborliness you displayed this afternoon.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>MY SON'S FREAKIN' BICYCLE, FOR THE LOVE OF SOCKS!!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>NO MA'AM!!</i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">See, I can't even let my son see how truly irate I am right now. Why?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, because you're a teacher at his school, and I'll be damned if he ever says a disrespectful word to you. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Despite the fact that <b>you</b> let your dog defile his favorite toy.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I hope you're pleased with yourself, Mrs. A. I hope you are pleased. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Again, I borrow from </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.awesomelyluvvie.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Luvvie</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>You, Ma'am, are a classless wonder!</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Contemptuously Yours,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>E's Momma</i></span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL9PEI3P7aMt9lbNSGrvKHQ9fv_wF_Dy9JZRdDrdJz2G9DokXDQzR5S7M2VSi65DpdIzBfMpVFJXyJYNaDnMjSOSzomp3RSrl2SVlTj8cOM-O5KvIUkEpt6mNodBpiJ6o1YjpV-ucj3U/s1600-h/worship.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342851840857140018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL9PEI3P7aMt9lbNSGrvKHQ9fv_wF_Dy9JZRdDrdJz2G9DokXDQzR5S7M2VSi65DpdIzBfMpVFJXyJYNaDnMjSOSzomp3RSrl2SVlTj8cOM-O5KvIUkEpt6mNodBpiJ6o1YjpV-ucj3U/s400/worship.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 400px;" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't know why, and really, does it matter, but I woke up feeling like a Blessed and Beloved child of God! So I did what I do with most of the random thoughts and feelings I experience... I Tweeted it. This started a short exchange between me (@amymay117 on Twitter) and one of the coolest bloggers on Planet Earth, </span><a href="http://www.awesomelyluvvie.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">AwesomelyLuvvie </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(@LuvvieIG on Twitter). It went a lil sumthin like this:</span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;">me: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;">Feeling blessed and loved today! Yea, I know it's not my usual kinda tweet, but ya gotta give God praise and gratitude, too!</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;">Luvvie: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/amymay117" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">amymay117</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"> YESSS Amy!!! You betta SAY DAT! The Big Man Upstairs rocks my socks. And he fights for my tights so I don't have to. *waves fan*</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"> I woke up feeling (dare I say it) Spirit Filled today!! I've reached out to some old "friends" *ahem* and put down some baggage...</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Lemme quit... I'mma be testifying on Twitter here in a minute!!</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;">Luvvie: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/amymay117" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">amymay117</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;">Gurl u gon have me singing "This Little light of mine" on Twitter. Giving glory to God (passa, everyones, everyones)</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"> </span>I'm on the second verse of "What a Friend We Have in Jesus"... the Choir can't keep up!</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;">Luvvie: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/amymay117" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">amymay117</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"> LOL! You besta SANG!!! The Qua (choir) Director in his Sunday Best is gon love you</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"> </span>I heart you for appreciating this mood I'm in! LOL! God is Good!</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Luvvie: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/amymay117" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">amymay117</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"> </span>I appreciate some Lord-thanking anyday (b/c He is great). It's the Bible thumpers that make me go o_0</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;"> </span></span>The ones who carry the Book, but never open it??? Them folks ya mean?? mmmmmhmmmmmm.....</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Luvvie: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/amymay117" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">amymay117</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"> </span>And I'm talm bout the folks who u can't have a convo with w/o them shouting bout them being sanctified. Saved McHolysons</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;">Especially when their "ad campaign" isn't backed up by their actions....Loud McTalkerfaces</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><br />
</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"> OHHHH!!! What about the ones who act like being on the Church Board is a social accomplishment instead of a chance to Serve God?</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Luvvie: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/amymay117" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">amymay117</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Some folks take their Head Usher duties VERY seriously. Them white gloves don't wear themselves!</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Let me keep my mood... I'm not perfect, just grateful and blessed. And that's a reason to say Amen!</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me: <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">@</span></span></span></span><a href="http://twitter.com/LuvvieIG" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663366;">LuvvieIG</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"> </span>LOL! Them white gloves don't WASH themselves, either!</span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9a6dc5; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know I don't always come across as someone you'd assume would be lovin' her some Jesus, but I am. I know I'm cranky, sarcastic and a professional at profanity. I had a child out of wedlock, ain't married to my man and I've got tattoos. I'm a hot mess, an the Lord knows it.... but he's far from done with me. And there's material there for Him to work with... I believe, I love, I care. I may not wear Sunday best everywhere I go. Maybe I don't always let people see the part of me that knows I'm nowhere and nothing without my God. But it's in my heart every day, and I tell Him thankyou every day, and I have faith that all things eventually come to His Glory.</span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And Luvvie, you truly are Awesome! Thanks for sharing that little moment with me today and letting me be who I am (even if it is just on the intrawebs).... glad I eStumbled into your lifespace! You and the rest of the ePosse and the IGs are the Bees Knees!</span></span></div></div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-66576952482805800402010-12-01T23:59:00.000-06:002010-12-01T23:59:00.294-06:00World AIDS Day... And I'm Tardy!!!I have a good excuse for being late... really!! You see, I'm doin' the most right now, and it's almost the end of the semester, and I'm old, and I'm tahd!! So I'm recycling the post I wrote this past March for National Women and Girls HIV/AIDS Awareness Day. I promise you, I'll blog on semester break... I have a couple of wonderful stories about how I almost murked a chick in my Research and Practice class...<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Ok, this post is late in the day. Blame my laptop, coz it's trippin'.... might be time to upgrade to that Apple I keep thinking about. But that's a post for another day....</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Today is National Women and Girls' HIV/AIDS Awareness Day.... and it's time for <s>my periodic rant</s> a discussion about the virus again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">However, today instead of my usual statistics, facts and examples, I wanna say a couple of positive and personal things. I have always said that my motivation to be involved with the <a href="http://www.theredpumpproject.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Red Pump Project</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span>and HIV/AIDS awareness stemmed from my profession as a nurse. Weeeeelllllll..... yeah, but naw.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">A big part of it is that a friend I met about 18 years ago, and loved well, died of AIDS related pneumonia in 1998. But here's the thing. She had a daughter. Her daughter was born before HIV was part of the picture. However, she was still left to carry on with the stigma that "Your mama died of AIDS."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She didn't get resentful or bitter. She started advocating. She started talking and educating. And she started doing this at about 16 years of age, when it is really not the easiest thing to do to go against the opinions of your peers.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She's an inspiration to me. She went on to get a Master's in Social Work, and lives in Northern California, working as a family therapist.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The moral of the story, there is life after HIV. Not just for the loved ones who lost someone to the virus, but especially for people who are infected and <i>managing</i> the virus.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Much love and blessings to all. Get tested, know your status and protect yourself.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.awesomelyluvvie.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">http://www.awesomelyluvvie.com</span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.theredpumpproject.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">http://www.theredpumpproject.com</span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.cdc.gov/hiv/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">http://www.cdc.gov/hiv/</span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.aidsbeacon.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">http://www.aidsbeacon.com</span></a></div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-35960272773898457072010-10-28T19:45:00.001-05:002010-10-28T19:47:24.888-05:00Theory Revisited<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>About a year ago, I wrote a guest blog post for <a href="http://naturallyalise.blogspot.com/2009/09/theories-conspiracy-otherwise-amys.html">The Latte Mug</a>, NaturallyAlise and Eyesqueen's blog. In light of some of the stupidity I've seen on the web lately (African slave Halloween costumes, Sarah Silverman in blackface), I wanted to repost it here. We need to do better. We need to be better.</i></span><br />
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<div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"My theory on that is.... 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She almost coulda been an anthropologist or a sociologist or some such thing. (She wasn't though, she was a hairdresser... which is a kissing cousin to bartender in terms of hearing people's life stories and whatnot... but I digress). I also tend to be a bit on the analytical side. I like to peel away until I get to the core of how something works... I must understand the form and the function, if you will. And I tend to worry at things until I feel I do have a grasp on them.</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, add my Theory OCD to my self-diagnosed ADD, and you get an endless train of thought that jumps the track on average every 5 minutes. Which is probably why I love Twitter so much. In terms of blogging, I'm probably lucky to get through a paragraph before my entire topic runs in a diametrically opposed direction!! See what I mean?</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today, I have a theory (or two) to share on racism/bigotry. Now, before I start, let me first establish that 1.) with me, "theory" and "opinion" are pretty close to synonymous, and 2.) I'm a common garden variety white girl. The closest I have ever come to personally experiencing racism or bigotry has been on behalf of my biracial son and in his defense. I do not pretend to understand the feelings and repercussions that follow being on the receiving end. I'm just spoutin' off about what I've observed and my theories about the jackasses on the giving end. I've given the topic a lot of thought due to the fact that my son is biracial. As his mother, I must at least <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">attempt </i>to understand, so I can help him navigate the world around him. (At least until he turns 18 and is outta my house... but that's a blog for another day).</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In the scheme of things there is a continuum of bigotry (this is my beginning premise). I think to one extent or another, every one has a smidgen of it in us. It's about knowing where people fall on that scale. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and make a sweeping blanket statement: If someone (especially a melanin-deficient someone) says they "aren't racist" they are lying to themselves and/or you.</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With that said, keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle... this train makes erratic stops and changes in direction. The management is not responsible for any damage to property, limb or mental health that may result from the following trip through my brain. Thank you and enjoy the ride.</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">First up is <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">Mr. Blatant</span></i></b>. He's the guy who calls you out of your name, to your face. He's the one who revels in stirring shit up and causing outrage. However, in a sense, he's the <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">safest.</i> <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">HUH??</b> (Give me a minute, I'm going somewhere with this). He's a KNOWN COMMODITY. No shame in his game, he's a bigot and proud of it. His whole lifespace is filled with <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">"I'm a racist, and what??"</i> rhetoric and behavior. <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">The point is, you can see him coming a mile away.</b> And forewarned is forearmed. Clearly, he's on one extreme of the spectrum.</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Next, we have Mr. Blatant's first cousin, <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">Mr. Covert</span></i></b>. His sentiments are <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">identical </i>to his cousin's, but he's a little more world savvy. This also makes him a lot more dangerous... he's the one who's gonna smile in your face and stab you in the back. He knows that his opinions and beliefs will be censured. He knows that he has to "make it look good." Unfortunately, this jackass likes to run for public office and shit. He usually gives himself away somehow, though. Be it through a slip of the tongue, or because he has a membership at some "exclusive" country club, or because he's just a little too willing to make excuses for Mr. Blatant. This guy is the first one to yell "reverse racism." He has spent much of the last 20 years or so hollering about how the real oppressed group is "white middle aged men." He gets nan from me but the side-eye.</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, down the street and over a block we will wander into the neighborhood of <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">Mr. and Mrs. Don'tGetOutMuch.</span></i></b> I qualify the next statement by saying this: there is no such thing as harmless racism. The harm done may be unintentional, but that doesn't excuse the behavior, and they must be taught. These are the people that due to upbringing and circumstance haven't had their cultural horizons broadened. In other words, wasn't nan but white folks where they were raised. These are the ones who stupidly put their feet in their mouths, then jam those bad boys in far as they'll go trynna talk their way out of it. In their defense, a good number of these folks will at least try to change their evil ways once they realize they have evil ways that need changing. And not to rag on BET, but it doesn't help when the only exposure to a culture is less than stellar. And the Don'tGetOutMuch family usually gets their ideas about other cultures through media exposure.</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On the other side of town is the <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">Enlightened</span></i></b> family. They are educated. They took <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Cultural Diversity, African American Studies, Women's Studies <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">AND</b> Comparative Religions</i> in college, by gummy!! You can't tell them not a gatdamn thing. They will argue to the death that they have not a prejudiced, racist nor bigoted bone in their bodies. But they lie. Primarily to themselves. Just let's wait and see what happens when their little Enlightened progeny (who <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">might actually </i>be a little more enlightened than Mom n Pop) bring home a boy or girl friend who happens to be from a different culture. I'll tell you what will happen.... sphincter tone. The Enlightened's will suddenly turn into the tight-asses... at least until they have time to adjust. (Guess what house AmyMay grew up in....)</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Next is my personal pet peeve.... the <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">Wannabes</span></i></b>. This is pretty self explanatory. Usually younger white people trying to jack culture to fill the void.... because, really, white folks,,, not a lot going on with ours. (Except for our penchant for doing dangerous and life threatening crap for no good reason... <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">who swims with sharks?? I mean really..</i>.)</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The thing with this group is that they convince themselves that they are <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">sooooo damn</i> <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">"down"</i> (word to Tanya Morgan) that they can do and say certain things with impunity. I'm sorry, but I don't care <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">how </i>long you've been best friends with Michelle Obama, if you are white, it is <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">NOT</i></b> cool for you to drop the N-Bomb. I don't care if your Black best friend introduces you as his/her <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">n____,</i> it is <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">NOT</i></b> ok for you to do the same when introducing him to your people. <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">(And here's where my train of thought temporarily derails...white folks, ummmm, NO DREDLOCS, ever!! It ain't a good look for us...c'mon, now... y'all know I'm right).</i></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bringing us to the far end of the continuum.... the <b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">Reconciled To It </span></i></b>clan. These are the people who honestly face the fact that racism, prejudice and bigotry are born of the fear of the unknown. They understand that despite their very <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">best </i>attempts and <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">most </i>sincere intentions, they will never be able to completely eradicate every last particle of racism from their beings. That does not mean that they won't attempt to continue to become better people. In fact, that's what marks them as different. <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">They recognize the room for growth.</i> They welcome encounters which broaden their horizons. And they feel like shit every time they catch the random racist bullshit that their human nature sometimes trips over.</span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div><div style="color: #4c4c4c; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've tortured Alise with this theory before. And I'm pretty sure I didn't cover every "type" in this post, but dang, it's already long as hell! So I better quit before I get further behind. I hope reading this tome hasn't been too painful for anyone. I'm sure I'm bound to get a lot of disagreement on it, but hey, like I said... it's just a theory!</span></div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-68640565940500993282010-10-06T17:48:00.000-05:002010-10-06T17:48:11.312-05:00Vainglorious Side-Eyes from "DirtyPrettyThangs"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh, how I love it when a day starts off well!! It is the bee's knees, Pooh's honey, and the air I breathe when I start my day off with a new post from one of my favorite bloggers. And if there just happen to be amazing side-eyes involved, well, all the better!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This morning, my dread of an upcoming stats exam was mitigated and my mood elevated by the coolest lady in DC, ThePBG. Her blog </span><a href="http://dirtyprettythangs.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>DirtyPrettyThangs</b></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> </b>is one of my staples. It has everything! And today, it gave everything, including a new Honoree for the Side-Eye Hall of Glory. (Yes, I realize I'm remarkably inconsistent with the title, but that's just because... well, it just is.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, without any further discourse... allow me to present the<b><i> </i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Each of these pictures tells a story! I love how expressive this woman's face is. But she prob'ly doesn't wanna pursue a career in high stakes professional poker... just sayin'.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Go to <a href="http://dirtyprettythangs.com/"><b>DirtyPrettyThangs</b></a><b> </b>to see her expressions in context. I promise, once you see the video these stills were captured from, you will roll!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>The last one is my personal favorite... </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Welcome to the Side-Eye Gallery of Greatness, Ma'am!</b></span></span>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-34326063223744561302010-10-02T10:27:00.002-05:002010-10-02T10:34:48.185-05:00Mama Nay, I need a word with you...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hey, Mother Nature.... can I call you, Mama Nay? 'Kay, thanks... it's Amy, remember me? No? Well, you oughta, you been clownin' me pretty hard for the last six or eight months, now. Not ringin' any bells yet? Well, lemme elaborate for you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">First of all, for 31 years of my life, you have made sure that I have a week and a half of discomfort and inconvenience. I know, you do that to the vast majority of women, it's part of the package. It's this</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> new</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> bullsnit you're on these days that really has me kinda aggy... the whole hot flash, moodswing, complexion chaos, inability to focus, emotional bullsnit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This snit, this snit right here? No predictability, no rhyme or reason... at any random, inconvenient time at all any one, or combination, of these new pleasantries will smack me out of the clear blue. The hot flashes, while annoying, are at least easily recognizable. While the mood swings, irrationality, and ADD stuff isn't apparent until I look back and realize I just made an ass out of myself for no good reason. And it's not like little over reactions... it can't be that easy. It's major blow ups over nothing, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>NOTHING</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, I tell ya!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ok, so I have yet to destroy anyone's vehicle, but</span></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> it could so totally happen!!</span></b></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And here's the kicker... the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">other </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">stuff, the usual monthly torment?? </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Still happening</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. And worse than ever!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Crampier, moodier, bloatier, heavier than ever before!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What did I ever do to you? I ain't mess with your man, show up to a party wearing the same dress as you, or question your character, never, not ever!! I ain't did snit to you for you to be such a ragin' beyotch!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So what, I'm sayin' to you Nay, is you on some real shady business right here... and I'm 'bout tired of it. You need to decide which form of torment you like the best and stick to it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mama Nay, bish, you play too much.</span></span>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-4090403026587257112010-09-22T21:59:00.001-05:002010-09-22T22:05:00.750-05:00Now there's Side-Eye greatness in my Gmail....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Relentless pursuit of the perfect side eye... this is my never ending mission. It is more than a hobby, more than a passion. It is my calling. Fortunately for me, I have some amazing friends who not only understand my obsession, they enable it!! For that I love them forever...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, in my last post, you got to meet <a href="http://amymaysumthin2say.blogspot.com/2010/09/side-eye-glory-in-my-replies.html">Side-Eye Dog</a></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Side-Eye Dog's magnificence was added to my lifespace by <a href="http://twitter.com/thepbg">ThePBG</a>. Peebz also dropped this gem of Side-eyery in my @Replies:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't know what the baby snowbunny did but, ummm... she might not wanna keep sitting there all vulnerable and oblivious n shxt. I'm just sayin'.... That consideration aside, will you just </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">LOOK </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">at the child! Side-eyes of this magnitude aren't made, they're born. This level of Side-eyery is a </span><u><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">gift</span></b></i></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">! I just hope that she is being mentored and led well in the Way of the Side-Eye! </span></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Then today.... oh, my! In my Gmail, I find this treasure:</span></b></span></span></span></i><br />
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</span></span></span></i>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-87274125956161561642010-09-20T21:12:00.001-05:002010-09-20T21:16:58.918-05:00Side-Eye Glory in my @Replies....Hey, y'all! <i>The greatest thing just happened to me!!!</i> And it's all thanks to <a href="http://dirtyprettythangs.com/">ThePBG</a>!! (I lubs ThePeebz!!!)<br />
Yesterday, the Twitter had eaten all of my @Replies. So while Mr. Man and I watched Monday Night Football (ok, he was watching, I was pestering Blackie Chan...), I decided to check and see if the Tuhh-wittuhhh had decided to give them back. And it had... a few.<br />
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But the really great part was the <i>new</i> @Replies that had appeared<br />
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Well... of course I<i> had</i> to investigate... And what I discovered was more precious than unicorn tears, more glittery than pixie-dust, more uplifting than phoenix wings.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">What I discovered, was <b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1363038893">Supreme Side-Eye Dog</a></b><a href="http://twitpic.com/2pud9u">. </a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Behold, and weep!</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Supreme Side-Eye Dog has earned the distinction of being the only canine in the Side-Eye Hall of Fame, and only the second non-human member.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="http://twitpic.com/2pud9u">Side-Eye Dog</a>!</b></span>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-39907341735447806912010-09-08T21:58:00.000-05:002010-09-08T21:58:46.149-05:00Side-Eye Lifetime Achievement Award (Posthumously): Rue McClanahanAlthough Ms. McClanahan is no longer with us, she is nonetheless deserving of recognition of her tireless devotion to and relentless pursuit of side-eye excellence. Her expression of disdain and exasperation is without equal. It is my pleasure to bestow the 2010 Side-Eye Lifetime Achievement Award to Rue McClanahan.<div><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Behold and tremble!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</div><div>Now I need to go watch a Golden Girls marathon...</div><div><br />
</div><div>(Thanks <a href="http://greydotmatters.tumblr.com/">grey[dot]matters</a> for the .gif)</div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-821654592297045632010-09-05T13:55:00.000-05:002010-09-05T13:55:10.856-05:00Reason #7483 that I love my son: constant source of amusement<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eli... cold, tired, and ready to go home. It dropped to 54 degrees this nite!<br />
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</tbody></table>So a part of the culture of the Cornfield is the Du Quoin State Fair. It's part awesome, part redneck. But since we live in the Du, attendance is mandatory. I don't really have the time today to delve into the varied glories and atrocities of The Fair, but I wanted to share a convo I had with the boy.<br />
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<b><i><u>E</u>: Mama, what's wrong with that man?</i></b><br />
<b><u>Me</u>: He's a carney, E.</b><br />
<b><i><u>E</u>: Was he born that way, or did he catch it from someone?</i></b><br />
<b><u>Me</u>: (sniggling) No, baby, it's not a disease... it's a job. It means he travels around everywhere and sets up and runs the fair rides.</b><br />
<i><b><u>E</u>: Do you hafta look like that to run fair rides?</b></i><br />
<b><u>Me</u>: (completely cracking up) No, I guess not, but since they travel all over, I guess it's not easy to keep looking nice...</b><br />
<b><i><u>E</u>: Hmmmph... (mutters) laundrymat and shower... that's all I'm sayin'....</i></b><br />
<b><u>Me</u>: (flatline)</b><br />
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<i>The End.</i>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-43657219124398631622010-08-29T12:36:00.004-05:002011-01-12T23:54:26.562-06:00So much to post, so little time....First of all, hi! How ya been? Busy but good, here. Thanks for askin'!<br />
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A ton of blogworthy stuff has happened, and I can't remember all of it, but here goes what I do remember...<br />
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So you remember not too long ago, around the end of May, the post about <a href="http://amymaysumthin2say.blogspot.com/2010/05/biggest-kitten-ive-ever-seen.html">E's new cat</a>? Well, somehow, in his mind, the boy had it rationalized that since Graham Cracker (Cracka A. Craka, in a *Chris Rock voice,* in my mind) is a full grown cat, then <i>obviously</i> he still had a kitten coming to him. So I come home one day and he's brought this little ball of black fur with claws and teeth into the house. He shoves the kitten into my face and announces:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"I named him Blackie Chan!"</span><br />
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Oh really? Did you, now?<br />
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"What? You named him what?"<br />
"Blackie Chan. Can I keep him?"<br />
"Ummm... okay... and you came up with this all on your own?"<br />
"Yeah. He's black and white<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*</span>, just like me. And he has <i>kung fu man moves</i>, like Jackie Chan."<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay...*look of profound resignation* Coz you see what I did to myself there? The stammering I did, trynna come to grips with my 7 year old naming a black kitten "Blackie Chan," I used the word "okay".... which naturally was interpreted as consent.</span></span></i><br />
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"Why Mom? Did I say something bad?"<br />
"No... just nevermind. Wait... did you say the kitten has '<i>kung fu man moves</i>?'"<br />
"Yeah!! It's awesome, watch!"<br />
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Then the child proceeds to play with said kitten until he did indeed display some wicked cool kung fu action poses!<br />
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Needless to say, we now have two cats. Cracka isn't all that fond of Blackie Chan yet, but that's the way it goes with cats. They're learning to coexist. It's a process. And please do not confuse this with social commentary. I promise there is no correlation between house cats and the state of "post-racial" society in general! I'm ok with that if you are.<br />
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What I can't come to terms with is the fact that my son chose two so appropriate yet inappropriate names for these cats....<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*mama cat was black, daddy cat was white, so no, E, not JUST like you, the same but opposite.</span></span>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-7444813881439909912010-08-17T08:28:00.001-05:002010-08-17T08:33:17.420-05:00Vandalyzm: New Music Drops Today!<a href="http://vandalyzm.bandcamp.com/">Vandalyzm: Megatron Majorz/Redux</a><br />
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</div><div>You should really just go to <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/megatron-majorz-redux/id383796743">iTunes </a>and cop this.... but coz Van is that kinda dude, you can go to<a href="http://vandalyzm.bandcamp.com/"> Bandcamp </a>and listen to his new/redo drop before you drop your money.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Now lemme say this, I have a lot of Van's music. And I irritate his ol' bootleg Usher looking ass on the Twittuh on occasion. He's a good hearted jackass. A Good Guy. And all of his music that I have, he has put out there for de free. So, he's given his fans and supporters a lot of his music and himself, it's time to show him some luv and buy that <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/megatron-majorz-redux/id383796743">Megatron Majorz/Redux.</a></div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-74726675702037925412010-08-14T11:45:00.001-05:002010-08-14T11:49:35.283-05:00Link to Dr. Goddess...Revelations: Our Fascination with the Antoine Dodson Situation<a href="http://drgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-fascination-with-antoine-dodson.html">Revelations: Our Fascination with the Antoine Dodson Situation</a><br />
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</div><div>Click this link. Read this blog. While we laugh and find amusement at Antoine's delivery, the sad truth is someone broke into the Dodson's home. And the other sad truth is that apparently, precious little is being done about it. </div><div><br />
</div><div>All it takes for evil men to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Don't remember who said it first, but they said it best.<br />
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<div>(click the link for the full story)<br />
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</div><div>And <i>this</i>? This shxt <b><i>right here</i></b> is why I left the Vern when I had my son. Boolshiggity like this should <i>not</i> be commonplace in a town of 14,000. Middle schoolers should <i>not</i> be getting arrested for slingin' and getting pregnant and whatnot. </div><div><br />
</div><div>It <b>JUST SHOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS!!</b> It shouldn't be <i>accepted</i>. It shouldn't be <i>tolerated</i>. </div><div><br />
</div><div>But it is.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We need to <i>expect </i>better and <i>do</i> better. Coz we dang sure all <i>know</i> better!!</div><div><br />
</div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-74145205948560567412010-08-05T18:09:00.004-05:002010-08-05T18:40:08.465-05:00Vote T.E.A.M. HIV/AIDS: Provide teens with peer to peer education and awareness<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.refresheverything.com/teamhivaids"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Vote T.E.A.M. HIV/AIDS: Provide teens with peer to peer education and awareness</span></a></span></b><br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">It has been a little minute since I have embarked upon one of my famous HIV awareness rants...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">...but that doesn't mean I don't still care!! Please follow the link and vote for these kids to get the grant. Young people are being infected and diagnosed at an alarming rate. Education, awareness, and prevention are our best weapons against this virus. Help these two fifteen year old girls achieve their goals of educating and raising awareness among their peers! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">and throw them some support!</span><br />
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You know the scene in World's End where Jack is trynna pull the ship across the salt flat desert? He's pulling as hard as he can, in his delusional state, thinking he can make it move.<br />
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This scene is a nearly perfect analogy for certain things in my life.<br />
It is the ultimate exercise in futility.<br />
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Ok, nevermind the lil' stone/crab critters that eventually come to his aid... I know the ship eventually moved, but it wasn't coz Jack's crazy ass was pulling it! In fact, by the time the crabs came to bail him out, he had collapsed from the futility of trying to pull a landlocked ship along salt flats! It wore his loony self right out. Alright, alright..... so it was the whole shock of the rock being a crab thing that made him pass out... whatever. Jeez, you're argumentative tonite!<br />
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Anyhoo... as I sit here, stressing about stuff that I think is unfair at the workjob, or injustices in the world, or the fact that try as I might to change certain things at home, they just seem to stay the same.... I feel like Captain Jack pulling the hell outta that rope. Putting all this effort into a task that is just not do-able. Getting, well... nowhere fast, and exhausting myself in the process.<br />
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So, if y'all don't mind, I'm gonna let that rope go, and hang out 'til the crabs arrive. Or some such a thing...<br />
You know what I mean.<br />
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This one is another of my favorite Captain Jack moments... "Well tha's ev'n more than less than unhelpful..."amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-30239875164204795322010-07-17T12:55:00.001-05:002010-07-17T12:58:49.172-05:00I really do have a point, here...Sometime this past spring, it occurred to me it would be a good idea to take summer semester classes. We won't get into the folly of<i> that</i> thought, or the fact that I <i>clearly</i> need more people, as we have covered that ground already....<br />
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</div><div>Skip to the point where I say that my computer science class has been the bane of my existence. Yes. The <i>bane</i> of my existence... for reals. It isn't hard, just busyworks me to death!!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Here's a brief synopsis of my <b><i>current</i></b> frustration... we were assigned to write two papers. First one was to address how computers figure into my chosen major--nursing (and if you didn't know that, well, you are either new or slow...). First paper done, no prob. On to second paper... topic: choose an IT career that you would be interested in, write all about the requirements, duties, salary, job forecast, and why you chose that career... la di da...</div><div><br />
</div><div>I chose the career website design/development, or as our TEXT refers to it... <i>Webmaster</i>! I turn in my topic paragraph and get told that this is <b>not </b>an <i>IT career</i>, but a career that <i>uses computers</i>.<br />
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</div><div>You had to know this was coming....<br />
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<i>I said it... I made the face... I felt the sheer confusion and dismay...</i><br />
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<b>Then I decided to go all the way in!!</b><br />
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First, however, I gathered all of my Facts & Examples (shout to <a href="http://ohellnawlblog.com/newohnblog/">O Hell Nawl</a>)....<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Taken directly from the index of the text book... <i>Computing Essentials Complete 2010</i>, O'Leary and O'Leary</span></b></span><br />
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There it is, plainly, <b>webmaster</b>, page 49.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Heading and beginning paragraph from said page 49....</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And finally.... Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury.....</span><br />
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</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I sent a sternly, but respectfully, worded email to the instructor and presented my case. Two days ago, mind you. I have yet to get a response, but I noticed on my grades that my points have been changed from 0/5 to 5/5 on my topic choice. And while I am gratified that apparently my topic choice is going to be allowed, methinks that the lack of response to the email smacks of .......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yeah... let me censor myself. The semester ain't over yet.... but you know where I was going with that, don't you? That's why I luv y'all.... you really <b><i>get </i></b>me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><br />
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</div><div>I swear, sometimes Ihaaaaatechuuuuu, Brokey McPoverty!!</div><div><br />
</div><div>For real, though, if you haven't checked out Splackavellie Central, you just gotta... Homegirl is seriously disturbed, but there's some funny shiznit to be amazed by over round her eCrib.</div><div><br />
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...and isn't that a pitiful thing to be saying on a Saturday night??? But it's true. And that makes me feel profoundly irritable!! Mr. Man is off to do his DJ thing in Sikeston, the kiddo is at a swimming party, and all I can think is, "Awesome! The house is quiet. Maybe I can get that last spreadsheet done for my computer science class, and then I can start on the next module..." My next thought is, "Wow... what a nerd I am!"<br />
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Which is probably why Rebellious Me has taken control and is writing a blog post instead of crunching make believe data for a pretend travel agency into an Excel spreadsheet. I could be wrong, but nah... that's why.<br />
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And I haven't even anything worthwhile to blog about. My brain, which I normally engage for foolery and ratchetness, is otherwise engaged with scholastic minutiae. My wit has been subjugated to theory and evidence based practice. I am thinking in terms of APA format. I caught myself starting to add citations and references to my mother lovin' gchat, for crying out loud! It's gonna be a long two years. And the kicker, if I could somehow stop sleeping and eating altogether, and find a way to manage a full time class load, I'd be done this time next year. Done, dammit!! But I'm too old to get down like that anymore.<br />
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Speaking of gchat, if it weren't for Alise randomly popping up on my screen as I worked, I would probably have come unwound already. Thank you, Sis, for saving my insanity. (Yes, <i>in</i>sanity.)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Well, Practical Me is taking over again. She says that since we like sleep and plan to do that at some point tonight, we must get back to the homework. By the way, the picture has nothing to do with the post, it just amused the mess out of me.amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-3792689042580809462010-06-25T08:19:00.001-05:002010-06-25T08:26:08.951-05:00Folk art wolf puppet. Possibly magic. - eBay<a href="http://item.ebay.com/200487505908">Folk art wolf puppet. Possibly magic. - eBay (item 200487505908 end time Jul-01-10 12:24:02 PDT)</a><br />
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</div><div>All I wanna know is, who gave you access to the innanets?</div><div>It better be magic, coz it sure ain't cute! LOL<br />
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Naw... this is a listing by one of my all time favorite bloggers and random minds, The Bloggess. She's singlehandedly responsible for 3 gallons of coffee being explosively spit in various areas of my home, and the ruining of at least 3 major computer components from said spitting.<br />
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</div><div>May the random be with you, dude!</div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-73519162836583841202010-06-24T20:12:00.000-05:002010-06-24T20:12:10.649-05:00random faceliftThis post serves no purpose except to state the obvious. I changed the looks of things around here. I'm not ready to follow my eTwin Alise over to WordPress. I'll stick to my comfort zone over here at Blogger... It's nice and simple. Like me. Yeah, I said it.<br />
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</div><div>Anyhoo... I really wanted the background to be a cornfield, but the best I could find on the design page was a wheat field. Close enough. It's rural. </div><div><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have blog material that has been marinating away in my wee brainy brain for better than a week now b/c I just didn't have a spare moment to post! But tonight, I have broken away from my homework shackles and escaped into the blogosphere!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, it all starts with me at school last Tuesday. I'm on my way home and Mr. Man texts me that there are power lines down on the side street by our house. Power's out. Storm is over. Well, where I was in class, there were no clouds, much less a storm going on, so I hit him back for details.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cut to me pulling up in front of the house. Sure enough, the neighbor's tree is down in the middle of Peach Street, and it took the power line and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">two</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> poles with it. I also see my son, whom I love (honestly, I really do!) running around the yard looking like Mowgli... barefoot, no shirt, filthy, and dragging branches around the yard. Before you ask, he was "building" a hut... no, I don't know why. Sheesh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like any good mother, I tell him to get his little greenbean butt in the house and quit bringing everybody's branches in my dang yard!! I also told him to get a shirt and some shoes on. Well, I get inside, and I think the boy is in his room playing with his matchbox cars when Mr. Man says, "Woooooow.... they sent a news crew." Sure enough, a couple of the local stations find it necessary to cover the downed tree. In all fairness, the storm took out power to a couple thousand homes and businesses, which considering we <i>are</i> in the middle of a cornfield is pretty wide spread, so I guess, since it <i>is</i> a cornfield, that counts as news.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well the next thing I know, I see my dad (he lives in the basement) walking Roger the Rat Terrier past the dining room window. First, that man </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">never</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> walks that dog. Second, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">that man </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">never</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> walks that dog!!!</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Did I<i> mention </i>the news crew? Long story short: dad gets interviewed, my soul shrivels a little.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I see the news van pull off, and I think the worst is over.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No. I am so totally wrong.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Hey, there's another van... channel 3 this time," says Mr. Man.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"For God's sake, don't tell dad!"</i> says me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A very short while later, it hits me that the boy has been awfully quiet for an awfully long time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Ummmm, baby?" says Mr. Man, "You better look out the window...."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And what do I see when I look out the window? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lemme tell you.... I see Mowgli riding his bicycle on the street where the downed power lines and fallen tree are stretched out!!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Oh for the love of <i>God</i>!!!!! Marc, go get him!!!!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The child was riding down our driveway (about 25 feet away from any real danger), down the street </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">smack in the middle of the news crew's shot,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> up the sidewalk and across the yard back to the driveway, over, and over, and over again in a blatant attempt to get on the news! So Mr. Man goes and retrieves my media hungry child and brings his bad lil' butt back in the house.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's not five minutes later.... "Daaaaannnnngggg..... baby, look out the window..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now before you think he was on his bike again, let me tell you, he does listen for the most part, and when the big man told him to put his bike up, he did. </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">However</span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.... my child <i>was</i> in the yard, <i>not 10 feet </i>away from where the news crew was interviewing a dude from the county safety commission, serenading them </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ON HIS GUITAR</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> with "Ol' Joe Clark."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<b><i>Dammit!!</i></b> Get him back in here!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We both go out after him this time.... bring him in, and tell him to stay put.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Another five minutes, and I hear the dog barking. I look out, and <i>the boy </i>is walking the dog this time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I got it baby..." Mr. Man retrieves child for the third time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I collapse in chair. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The next day at work, my fellow nurses and I are talking about the storm and stuff. The conversation turns to the news coverage. One of the girls says, "I saw that on channel 3... and I said to my husband, 'Who let's their kid ride their bike around downed power lines?'"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And my soul dies a little more.... </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you wanna see the kiddo's TV debut, click the <a href="http://www.wsiltv.com/p/videos.php?videoID=6219&newsID=10405&type=top&vidType=smMov">link</a>. Forward to about the middle.... I'm so proud. o_O</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yeah.</span></div><div><br />
</div>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058121737061488376.post-63583028166607350032010-06-06T01:44:00.002-05:002010-06-06T01:49:31.990-05:00A little homework, a little G-Chat....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm starting to think I ought to rename this blog "Chronicles of an Old Bish in School Again," but naw... I'd hafta change too many links. Anyway, as I worked on my web based class assignments tonight, the g-chat box popped up, and there was my eTwin!! Yay! She was excited that the </span><a href="http://bullcitypoetryslam.com/guidelines.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bull City Slam Team</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> won </span><a href="http://www.southernfried2010.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">SouthernFried</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Poetry Slam... AGAIN!! Woot!! Her hunnybunny </span><a href="http://www.elliotaxiom.com/index.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Elliot Axiom</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> is a member of the team... Go EL!!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyhooooo.... Amy + Alise + g-chat = silly. Enjoy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And the punchline...</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Well, that's what we use it for!!</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Have a ratchetness filled week, y'all!! I'll be checking in now and again...</span></i></span>amymayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10930112466427209882noreply@blogger.com0