but i'm gonna start with a very serious truth that i am strugglin' with today...
i truly have what's it called dysmorphia or something... yeah i could google it but sometimes i just like being you know how we were before the internet where we kind of knew what we were talkin' about... enough anyway so that the conversation could be had and that was always enough... shoot now does anyone really talk about anything real to anyone anymore... i warned ya' i got a lot on my mind...
anyway ~ you know that thing where you don't really see yourself as you are... in the mirror AND i'm not talkin' 'Man in the Mirror' kind of stuff... i mean... really ~ physically... 'cause well for any of my male friends that read this ~ i apologize in advance and you may want to stop reading here... but lately when i have PMS which lasts for about 10 days it seems... not that i'm bitchy or whatever... just well don't touch my chest... and for about five of those 10 days i swear the girls triple in size... and i am honestly in shock that my clothes fit me... and fit me easily even 'cause i feel HUGE and that's what I see in the mirror... now a few of you have seen the picture ~ seriously that is the girl i still see when i look at myself...
so the point here... i probably need more therapy or a labotamy (i don't care if that's not how you spell it...) 'cause it's really starting to just bother me too much... and i know i take good care of myself.... i work out ~ well hello I LOVE my Eliptical... nuff said... i could eat better... but ugh ~ i hate food...
k... i just had to get that out...
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
In the Land of Women...
great movie... well i enjoyed it anyway... and the reason i left... was so that my daughter would never say to someone ~
"i can't end up like her... she's cold and superficial... i mean she's obsessed with making her life look like a crate and barrell catalog... i don't understand how she doesn't scream every time she looks in a mirror" ~ Lucy
'cause i was headin' THERE... bullet dodged
so... i sat on my couch and watched a movie... might be the first time since i've lived here that i've done this... i typically sit on the coffee table... odd i realize but i can't explain it... it keeps me on my toes
Jordan has... Bronchitis... Toncilitis... Asthma... and Strep.... just YUK is all i have to say about that...
i heart my new dining room set... and my new tv ~ A LOT
i hired a housekeeper... and i am NOT ashamed of that... twice a month... and i get to play with my kids on the weekends i'm not workin' instead of trying to do it all ~ MUCH better plan
ok... that's all for now... OH WAIT... Adam Brody ~ my latest crush... *sigh*
"i can't end up like her... she's cold and superficial... i mean she's obsessed with making her life look like a crate and barrell catalog... i don't understand how she doesn't scream every time she looks in a mirror" ~ Lucy
'cause i was headin' THERE... bullet dodged
so... i sat on my couch and watched a movie... might be the first time since i've lived here that i've done this... i typically sit on the coffee table... odd i realize but i can't explain it... it keeps me on my toes
Jordan has... Bronchitis... Toncilitis... Asthma... and Strep.... just YUK is all i have to say about that...
i heart my new dining room set... and my new tv ~ A LOT
i hired a housekeeper... and i am NOT ashamed of that... twice a month... and i get to play with my kids on the weekends i'm not workin' instead of trying to do it all ~ MUCH better plan
ok... that's all for now... OH WAIT... Adam Brody ~ my latest crush... *sigh*
Monday, January 21, 2008
'one man come in the name of love' ~ U2
so every year i re-read it... this year i found something even more special... but i ask you my friends... you know 'the' part but have you ever listened to or read the entire speech... it'll take your breath away....
and i give you the beauty of Mr. King... GOD rest his soul...
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. *We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by a sign stating: "For Whites Only."* We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.But not only that Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!!"
and if that wasn't enough...
'... free at last
they took your life
they COULD NOT take your PRIDE...' ~ U2... Pride
and i give you the beauty of Mr. King... GOD rest his soul...
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. *We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by a sign stating: "For Whites Only."* We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.But not only that Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!!"
and if that wasn't enough...
'... free at last
they took your life
they COULD NOT take your PRIDE...' ~ U2... Pride
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Stay
by Sugarland... go watch the video on YouTube or their myspace... really listen to that song...
Sugarland Lyrics
Sugarland Lyrics
Sunday, January 13, 2008
so i had a NYE do-over...
and it was PERFECT.... well almost perfect
i love Love LOVE Bleu Edmondson Band as I've mentioned here a time or two... the setlist couldn't have been more perfect as they placed 'The Band Played On' which is a favorite and one i haven't heard a lot during the shows i've been to this year...
i'm in a quasi funk these days... which given everything is probably to be expected but i am starting to worry that i'm not gonna get that sparkle back that i was feeling a few weeks ago... i know its a time thing ~ it has to be a time thing...
i am fully entrenched in my new position at work... but the jury is out on how much i love it... i'm going to Atlanta next weekend and hoping to see a dear friend while there...
i still love my elliptical.... i still miss my bwj ~ not decided if i'm going to tell him about the recent events or not... although Jordan talks about it a lot so i guess i'm going to have to... i'm looking forward to Greenfest... Bleu and Drew that doesn't suk at all!!!
that's all i got for now... i'm sure i'll be more inspired soon...
i love Love LOVE Bleu Edmondson Band as I've mentioned here a time or two... the setlist couldn't have been more perfect as they placed 'The Band Played On' which is a favorite and one i haven't heard a lot during the shows i've been to this year...
i'm in a quasi funk these days... which given everything is probably to be expected but i am starting to worry that i'm not gonna get that sparkle back that i was feeling a few weeks ago... i know its a time thing ~ it has to be a time thing...
i am fully entrenched in my new position at work... but the jury is out on how much i love it... i'm going to Atlanta next weekend and hoping to see a dear friend while there...
i still love my elliptical.... i still miss my bwj ~ not decided if i'm going to tell him about the recent events or not... although Jordan talks about it a lot so i guess i'm going to have to... i'm looking forward to Greenfest... Bleu and Drew that doesn't suk at all!!!
that's all i got for now... i'm sure i'll be more inspired soon...
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Some Randomness...
* because some have asked ~ we are all physically ok... Jake slept through everything... Jordan is getting the help she'll need to sort out the ugliness... and well i went from numb to pissed off... now i'm just mildly irritated...
* text msgs at 2am make me smile
* bowling rox... especially when there are REALLY large screens projecting football games so that you can bowl, watch football and drink beer all at once ~ ok i put the beer down to actually bowl but you get my point ~ we had A BLAST and it was necessary!!!
* the elliptical is the BEST investment ever HANDS down... i LOVE it.. not only do i love it... but Jake ~ well safe to say at this rate he will be the most in shape seven year old around... and he takes it so seriously 'Mom... give me a minute i'm workin' out here!'
* while the new tv is pretty great... the fact that i was forced into is... takes away some of the shiny
* again i have THE BEST friends a person could ask for... it was a HARD week... but it's over
* Jordan believes Finger on the Trigger is the best song ever written... listening to it this mornin' ~ you know... i don't disagree with that today
Lord sometimes I wonder
if your even there
Cause my burden's backbreakin
it's more than I can bear ~ Brandon Jenkins
of course my faith is still strong... but there are those moments when i'm in the middle of the storm that for a brief moment i wonder if he blinked or something...
* text msgs at 2am make me smile
* bowling rox... especially when there are REALLY large screens projecting football games so that you can bowl, watch football and drink beer all at once ~ ok i put the beer down to actually bowl but you get my point ~ we had A BLAST and it was necessary!!!
* the elliptical is the BEST investment ever HANDS down... i LOVE it.. not only do i love it... but Jake ~ well safe to say at this rate he will be the most in shape seven year old around... and he takes it so seriously 'Mom... give me a minute i'm workin' out here!'
* while the new tv is pretty great... the fact that i was forced into is... takes away some of the shiny
* again i have THE BEST friends a person could ask for... it was a HARD week... but it's over
* Jordan believes Finger on the Trigger is the best song ever written... listening to it this mornin' ~ you know... i don't disagree with that today
Lord sometimes I wonder
if your even there
Cause my burden's backbreakin
it's more than I can bear ~ Brandon Jenkins
of course my faith is still strong... but there are those moments when i'm in the middle of the storm that for a brief moment i wonder if he blinked or something...
Friday, January 04, 2008
2008
You can patch holes in the walls… you can replace broken picture frames… you can buy new tvs… vacuums…. Clean up the shattered glass…
And you can do all of that in a very short amount of time…
The damage that you do to a young heart… and the trust that is broken… the respect that is lost… the confidence that is shattered… the nightmares that follow… FIXING ALL that… well it takes a lot more time… patience…understanding… strong arms to hug her… and LOVE
So the year has not started off with the kind of bang I had hoped for… but once again after pickin’ up the pieces… I’m still standing strong… and good LORD that is something.
And you can do all of that in a very short amount of time…
The damage that you do to a young heart… and the trust that is broken… the respect that is lost… the confidence that is shattered… the nightmares that follow… FIXING ALL that… well it takes a lot more time… patience…understanding… strong arms to hug her… and LOVE
So the year has not started off with the kind of bang I had hoped for… but once again after pickin’ up the pieces… I’m still standing strong… and good LORD that is something.
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