Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
If You Only Knew Me…You’d Know It’s Not Ok To Hurt Me
Good morning! Ok, I know it’s been awhile, been a little busy. Work has been a trip, but I’m damn happy my ass still has a J-O-B! LOL!
Alright now, I’m going in, so Sunday I’m sitting at home watching some of MTV’s new teen reality show “If You Only Knew Me”. The premise of the show is to focus on several teens at various high schools each week, and it mainly brings to light the major issues that plague most of the student body: cliques(jocks, cheerleaders, nerds), bullying, gossip. So the idea is to kind of break down all of these “wars” that occur within these groups. That’s where a program entitled “Challenge Day” comes into play. The idea of Challenge Day is to break the teens into groups and start off the conversation with “If You Only Knew Me….” Each teen has to discuss something they’ve never divulged to anyone, not even their actual friends. Basically, it’s supposed to help these kids realize that they are no different, not are their problems any different than the next kid.
My reaction to the show was, "It’s About Time!!”. I say this because, I’m thinking to myself when did high school become so complicated, and why did it take so long for a program like this to be introduced to young people? Programs like this, had they been introduced earlier, could have prevented a lot of tragic incident’s within many high schools. Don’t get me wrong, there were always, and will always be cliques, bullies, gossip, and all the other dramas that will occur while being an occupant in the whole high school experience. But these issues have risen to completely different heights with the introduction of media outlets such as Myspace and Facebook. Now kids are talking about each other and bashing each other via these media entities. It’s ridiculous! I used to believe that words hurt, but hurting someone on the web is worse. Everyone can now participate in you or someone else’s humiliation. This is absolutely to me.
Have you ever been speaking with you parent(s) about old times when they were kids, and somehow you always get an episode of “When I Was a Kid…” “When I was a kid…we would fight with our fists. That’s all you needed. Nowadays, you kids use guns to hurt each other; to prove something. That’s not fighting fair”. Well this is the same thing in essence. Teenagers nowadays aren’t fighting fair. They are using these media outlets to say the things they don’t have the nerve to say to the people they are intentionally trying to hurt, their peers. And for the victims of these taunts, there are scars that are left, sure, they will eventually become memories pushed to the past, but they are not forgotten.
It’s sad to think that the world of technology once thought of as a world of wonder and amazement has now turned into the ultimate weapon of destruction for high school teens. I know, a little dramatic, but this is what it is. Anytime you have to use the internet to hurt someone, you’ve gone too far, you’ve said too much, you’ve done the damage. It needs to stop. NOW!!!
Alright now, I’m going in, so Sunday I’m sitting at home watching some of MTV’s new teen reality show “If You Only Knew Me”. The premise of the show is to focus on several teens at various high schools each week, and it mainly brings to light the major issues that plague most of the student body: cliques(jocks, cheerleaders, nerds), bullying, gossip. So the idea is to kind of break down all of these “wars” that occur within these groups. That’s where a program entitled “Challenge Day” comes into play. The idea of Challenge Day is to break the teens into groups and start off the conversation with “If You Only Knew Me….” Each teen has to discuss something they’ve never divulged to anyone, not even their actual friends. Basically, it’s supposed to help these kids realize that they are no different, not are their problems any different than the next kid.
My reaction to the show was, "It’s About Time!!”. I say this because, I’m thinking to myself when did high school become so complicated, and why did it take so long for a program like this to be introduced to young people? Programs like this, had they been introduced earlier, could have prevented a lot of tragic incident’s within many high schools. Don’t get me wrong, there were always, and will always be cliques, bullies, gossip, and all the other dramas that will occur while being an occupant in the whole high school experience. But these issues have risen to completely different heights with the introduction of media outlets such as Myspace and Facebook. Now kids are talking about each other and bashing each other via these media entities. It’s ridiculous! I used to believe that words hurt, but hurting someone on the web is worse. Everyone can now participate in you or someone else’s humiliation. This is absolutely to me.
Have you ever been speaking with you parent(s) about old times when they were kids, and somehow you always get an episode of “When I Was a Kid…” “When I was a kid…we would fight with our fists. That’s all you needed. Nowadays, you kids use guns to hurt each other; to prove something. That’s not fighting fair”. Well this is the same thing in essence. Teenagers nowadays aren’t fighting fair. They are using these media outlets to say the things they don’t have the nerve to say to the people they are intentionally trying to hurt, their peers. And for the victims of these taunts, there are scars that are left, sure, they will eventually become memories pushed to the past, but they are not forgotten.
It’s sad to think that the world of technology once thought of as a world of wonder and amazement has now turned into the ultimate weapon of destruction for high school teens. I know, a little dramatic, but this is what it is. Anytime you have to use the internet to hurt someone, you’ve gone too far, you’ve said too much, you’ve done the damage. It needs to stop. NOW!!!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
That Day In The Burg
A few Saturdays ago Scoop and I ventured out into Williamsburg for this awesome cookout/charity event at this quaint boutique called Fresthetic. They featured some amazing artists from all over; some of the wonderful art pieces were auctioned off to raise money to fund other urban projects they are part of. We had a great time and met some really cool folks.
A delicious brunch was a nice start to a great day...
As you can see I was pleased with our meal.
Join me on our hot, and I do mean hot journey.
I know I lost at least 20 pounds walking around the 'burg.
Not quite sure what Scoop is peeking at in this pic.
It was too hot pay that close attention. LOL!
Of course it wasn't too hot for an up close and personal photo op.
Can you see the glistening effect on our faces. Phew!
And we walked on...
Hey! we found Manhattan in Brooklyn...
We stopped through a nice tattoo parlor. I got some nice ideas.
Got thirsty
We finally made our way back to the event and took in some beautiful art
This was one of my favorite pieces
This has to be my favorite piece!
Scoop talkin' shop before we left.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Growing Old Or More In Love
Blessings on this beautiful morning! I woke up feeling like love today. Don’t really know what went on over the course of my night’s sleep, but I’m feeling the blessings of my life, and it feels good.
I wanted to start off today’s thought with something that I witnessed last evening. I was leaving work when I saw the sweetest thing. There was an elderly couple maybe in their 70s, holding hands and laughing together like two giddy teenagers. They were married; and it looked like for a long time, I could feel it just based on their familiarity with emotion and that kind of aged love, that clearly isn’t as visible anymore. I want that someday….
So, is it just growing old or more in love? I’m hoping more in love. As of late, I’ve spotted a lot of married elderly couples; it’s absolutely delicious. As much of a romantic as I think I am I was starting to quietly lose hope in the longevity of marriages today. I mean let’s face it statistically marriages don’t last as long as they once did. Today, if you’ve made it passed your first year without killing your spouse, BOOM! you’ve had your successful marriage. By that point, you can probably Runteldat *nice* lousy husband/wife of yours to kick rocks and find yourself another boo and start the whole process all over again, if you have the energy. I don’t. I figure there must be a formula to that kind of love. What exactly are the young couples lacking that the older couples aren’t?
Perhaps it’s the difference in generation; just the changing times. Maybe it’s critical aspects of communication and honesty that are oft times non-existent in relationships and that keep divorce lawyer’s pockets swole up to the brim. Oooo! I like that one right there.
I’m sitting here remembering what an older lady said to me some time ago. See, she’d been married to her husband since she was in her late teens. Up until his passing they had a good marriage. She told me that “you young people, young women especially don’t have the same values we did. You don’t have the patience. We used to come home from work and cook and clean for our husbands. We were partners. I took care of home and he bought home the bacon, and I cooked that too”. Funny I know. In retrospect, I thought to myself, this can’t be the secret I’m looking for. Is this the missing piece that could be the eventual dissolution to an otherwise great marriage? I hope not. This method may have worked for her, but it’s doubtful that I’m going to make that work for me. Maybe the secret to the kind of old fashioned love I’m looking for can’t be described or put in to words. How ‘bout this? Maybe, just maybe I already have it and my continued existence in it can only get stronger to the point where I’m on my way to creating my own key to the kind of marriage I want to have. Time will only tell I suppose...
There It Is...Thanks for thinking this thing through with me :)
I wanted to start off today’s thought with something that I witnessed last evening. I was leaving work when I saw the sweetest thing. There was an elderly couple maybe in their 70s, holding hands and laughing together like two giddy teenagers. They were married; and it looked like for a long time, I could feel it just based on their familiarity with emotion and that kind of aged love, that clearly isn’t as visible anymore. I want that someday….
So, is it just growing old or more in love? I’m hoping more in love. As of late, I’ve spotted a lot of married elderly couples; it’s absolutely delicious. As much of a romantic as I think I am I was starting to quietly lose hope in the longevity of marriages today. I mean let’s face it statistically marriages don’t last as long as they once did. Today, if you’ve made it passed your first year without killing your spouse, BOOM! you’ve had your successful marriage. By that point, you can probably Runteldat *nice* lousy husband/wife of yours to kick rocks and find yourself another boo and start the whole process all over again, if you have the energy. I don’t. I figure there must be a formula to that kind of love. What exactly are the young couples lacking that the older couples aren’t?
Perhaps it’s the difference in generation; just the changing times. Maybe it’s critical aspects of communication and honesty that are oft times non-existent in relationships and that keep divorce lawyer’s pockets swole up to the brim. Oooo! I like that one right there.
I’m sitting here remembering what an older lady said to me some time ago. See, she’d been married to her husband since she was in her late teens. Up until his passing they had a good marriage. She told me that “you young people, young women especially don’t have the same values we did. You don’t have the patience. We used to come home from work and cook and clean for our husbands. We were partners. I took care of home and he bought home the bacon, and I cooked that too”. Funny I know. In retrospect, I thought to myself, this can’t be the secret I’m looking for. Is this the missing piece that could be the eventual dissolution to an otherwise great marriage? I hope not. This method may have worked for her, but it’s doubtful that I’m going to make that work for me. Maybe the secret to the kind of old fashioned love I’m looking for can’t be described or put in to words. How ‘bout this? Maybe, just maybe I already have it and my continued existence in it can only get stronger to the point where I’m on my way to creating my own key to the kind of marriage I want to have. Time will only tell I suppose...
There It Is...Thanks for thinking this thing through with me :)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
To Lamb or Not To Lamb: I'mma Lamb!
Good morning!
Happy Thursday! Let us thank the good Lord we’re almost there….Friday is poking its lovely face around the corner.
Alrighty, we’ve shot the shit long enough. So I’m at my desk eating Chobani greek yogurt, blueberry flavored. Yum! If you haven’t tried it, I highly recommend you do, it’s delicious. A bit thick, but for some of you freaks out there, you may like it a little thick. Owww!
Right, so I’ll be moving on now. I’ve done my low budget advertisement of the day. Anyway, so like I said, I’m at my desk eating my yogurt, and my homie and I are chatting via instant message, about what we each had for dinner last night and, of course what we’re each making for dinner tonight. My menu will consist of lemon herb lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and steamed spinach. Didn’t know ya girl could cook huh? I’m a beast in the kitchen. *Cough* Um, I mean I know my way around some pots and pans. Get your mind out of the gutter. ;)
So as my story proceeds, my friend had a problem with my making lamb chops. I mean she didn’t make a stink about it, but she couldn’t see me even eating lamb at all. She said, “They’re babies. How can you eat the babies?” Frankly, I’ve never thought about it much before. Kind of took all the fun out of cooking tonight. I was actually feeling a tad guilty for consuming the poor babies for all these years. And for a moment I felt really bad about it. Then I thought to myself, girl, what the hell?! My name ain’t Elmer Fudd! You know Bugs Bunny always made that fool feel guilty for wanting to even hunt him in the first place. Good lawd! I had to grab a hold of myself; had me almost on the verge. Hell, why should I feel bad about eating lamb? If that’s the case we’d all feel guilty about consuming any living thing.
I don’t know, perhaps I am overlooking some level of moral responsibility to these living creatures. Maybe from now on I could think more about the meats I’m consuming and how these animals are treated. Or…. maybe I’ll continue to not really think about it as much, cook the lamb chops with the mashed potatoes as planned, and let’s say tomorrow, pull out the roast pork to thaw for Sunday night’s dinner with all the trimmings. The possibilities are really endless.
Happy Thursday! Let us thank the good Lord we’re almost there….Friday is poking its lovely face around the corner.
Alrighty, we’ve shot the shit long enough. So I’m at my desk eating Chobani greek yogurt, blueberry flavored. Yum! If you haven’t tried it, I highly recommend you do, it’s delicious. A bit thick, but for some of you freaks out there, you may like it a little thick. Owww!
Right, so I’ll be moving on now. I’ve done my low budget advertisement of the day. Anyway, so like I said, I’m at my desk eating my yogurt, and my homie and I are chatting via instant message, about what we each had for dinner last night and, of course what we’re each making for dinner tonight. My menu will consist of lemon herb lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and steamed spinach. Didn’t know ya girl could cook huh? I’m a beast in the kitchen. *Cough* Um, I mean I know my way around some pots and pans. Get your mind out of the gutter. ;)
So as my story proceeds, my friend had a problem with my making lamb chops. I mean she didn’t make a stink about it, but she couldn’t see me even eating lamb at all. She said, “They’re babies. How can you eat the babies?” Frankly, I’ve never thought about it much before. Kind of took all the fun out of cooking tonight. I was actually feeling a tad guilty for consuming the poor babies for all these years. And for a moment I felt really bad about it. Then I thought to myself, girl, what the hell?! My name ain’t Elmer Fudd! You know Bugs Bunny always made that fool feel guilty for wanting to even hunt him in the first place. Good lawd! I had to grab a hold of myself; had me almost on the verge. Hell, why should I feel bad about eating lamb? If that’s the case we’d all feel guilty about consuming any living thing.
I don’t know, perhaps I am overlooking some level of moral responsibility to these living creatures. Maybe from now on I could think more about the meats I’m consuming and how these animals are treated. Or…. maybe I’ll continue to not really think about it as much, cook the lamb chops with the mashed potatoes as planned, and let’s say tomorrow, pull out the roast pork to thaw for Sunday night’s dinner with all the trimmings. The possibilities are really endless.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
This Is New To Me
Well, so I finally went and created my blog. I’m sure my homie Chris will be more than happy I did, as he was the first one to suggest I even start one. To be honest, I don’t even know where to start on this thing. I normally have so much to say and an opinion on everything, but for some reason I’m feeling a little shy right now. Although, knowing me this feeling won’t last for very long. People do some crazy things that I just feel compelled to comment about. I know, it’s a gift… J
I will say this, keep in mind that if you’re following my blog, I’m extremely random. If I see it, and it irks me, I’m posting it. If I hear about it and I think it’s crazy as all hell, then it too is getting posted. I’m never hurtful, but I am comical; everything written is all in good fun. Life's too short, you gotta find some humor amidst all the drama that can be tossed at you. Laughter helps and it speaks volumes when needed (even maybe, when it's not so needed).
See? I told you the shy thing would go right out the door. In any case, buckle up, because it’s going to be a bumpy yet funny ass ride.
Smooches….
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