Confessions

Confession is a crazy thing. All the Spiritual guides and folks who think they know things say so. Confession is good for the soul. Go ahead tell someone of your evil doings and you should be cleansed and feel relieved and start having a great life. So your once raggedy life is now made perfect by your willingness to confess that you lied about whatever, stole whatever, cheated with whoever, gossiped, played on, dropped and broke that vase, drank too much or just plain did something at left another human being jacked up. Yep, somewhere is documented that confession clears the air. It must be true cause I watched a zillion after school specials and Lifetime Movies, complete tearjerkers, where the offender keeps messing up for an 40 minutes and in the last five minutes confesses and then roses start growing at their feet. I mean real ass roses!! Grass around them starts growing all green like those Tru Green Commercials. If you pass one of those houses with the perfect lawn you can bet that someone there confessed to the victim of the untruth and now that all is forgiven everyone is happy, thin and probably rich also. Somehow the victim must accept that the confession was real and honest and that the offender will never do that uncouth thing again.

So now I must confess: I believe there somethings I really am tired of hearing.

There seems to be way too many T.M.I.'s happening right in popular culture that really I could just live without ever knowing. So here is my list in no particular order:

What your doing via Twitter or Facebook - a waste for anyone who is actually doing something. I mean I could careless about what your doing right now or ever. Especially if I am not involved.

Spectacular video from this Kiely Williams. I rather not know what you did last night or even six years ago. I would of been just fine knowing nothing about you but now that you brought yourself attention by your unnecessary confession I must go ahead and turn the channel and ignore you until you disappear from all my favorite blogs. This goes for most of the crap passing as pop/hip-hop/R&B music today.

How much weight you loss on your latest diet. Really. I am very happy with my round self. There is no need to tell me about your how you think you controlled your weight by some latest fad that you settled on. If you are proud about it great. None of that will convince me that losing weight myself is going to cure me of my MS or make you a better person. I know this...I am still healthier than you just by ignoring your silly idea of what makes me happy.

What those selfish Tea Party people are protesting today.

Why you decided to conk your hair. I have been wearing my hair naturally curly, mostly unruly with no grease involved for the last 15 years. Mostly to the disappointment of my parents who prefer straight as board hair that swings, I chose to brais mine up or a big fro. But more sistahs come up to me and feel the need to tell me why they chose their hairs style, as if, I would look down on them for not being whatever they think they are not. In reality I chose mine cause I rather be doing other things than sitting in a hair shop for hours just for a wash & flat iron. Also my head is too big to not have big hair.

Where you put your wang. Be it my husband, father, brother, son, nephew or friend. I don't want to know. If you happen to be following the man made rule of no showing your wang while involved then, at least, make sure you follow up with some after cheatin' cleanin'. Stick your erect wang in a bottle of beach, splash it around and let it soak until your wang is two colors lighter. IIt will probably burn, but remember that all things done in the dark hurt in the end.

Who you sleep with. As long as the parties involved are over 16, not a animal and agreed to the deed then do it. Ain't know need to tell the world about yourself. If your single and you have two or three...ok, do your thing, but keep it to yourself. A lady and some men actually know how to be discrete. Besides all that sharing is just showing off at some point.

How high anyone is currently or ever. Weather your drug of choice is wine, beer, liquor, shroons, peyote, or weed there is no need to talk about it. Walk over to some like minded people and do your thing. Leave the rest of us alone.

What kind of underwear anyone wears. As long as I know mine I am ok with that. Stop running around showing your thongs by bending over, saggin', wearing blue or printed undies under white pants and wearing a short dress on a windy days. No one cares really and if they do then they are just being nasty.

My point is that confession really is just a selfish act. It only shows that you only care about your feelings and if you really care about the person standing next to you, be it a spouse or stranger then you wouldn’t of lied in the first place. Confession only leaves the victim with more hurt feelings and a desire to get away as fast as they can. So I say if you must confess please do so only to your Spiritual guide or go talk to the rocks.

I am now a Townie...Again

So Grand Rapids isn;t that bad. We learned that we sort of like this place, even through it is uncanny like a young Sacramento, down to having a store eerily like Compton’s Market. It just much smaller and friendlier. So far we managed to hang out with Bob’s co-workers and catch a ’80’s cover band at a club.

We also joined Grand Rapids Arts Museum (GRAM). Its a lovely place with Alexander Calder showing for the rest of the month. We are looking forward to seeing the Princess Diana exhibit that is coming in the fall. We will check out the Public Museum and the President Ford Museum in the coming weeks.

As for now we are off to Chicago to check out that side of the country. Since its only 3 hours away we will map out our stay and shop at Whole Foods. That is one of things I miss most about Seattle. Well that and city life. But I can be a townie for while again until Bob gets another adventure in his head. Until then......

Thanks Guru!

warning, rappers be like boring
they're sleeping, it's deep man
so peep in closely when I'm speaking
weaklings, it's obvious you can't like up to
your pety pointless words, yet and still you love to
run off your jibs, now there come a time for judgement
punishment, what if we take away your ornaments
and strip you down to the raw deal
then I'd reveal the evidence
cause you don't really represent

I can't understand it, they should ban it, can it
too much weak talk and not enough real hip-hop
I sense a purpose is filling me
to display credibility and show responsibility, willingly
I'll take on any Johnny Dangerous
pull his file, for he knows he cannot hang with this
the illest king, I smack the jokers
no hocus pocus, a real mc when I kick vocals

Watch What You Say - Jazzmatazz Volume 2: The New Reality of Guru




R.I.P. Guru and Thank you!!

Furniture & Things

OK.....now I am ok with this move. I finally have my furniture and its all set up where I want and need it. Bob gave me a iMac for my birthday and a sofa is coming soon.



While its not Seattle, it is kind of fun living downtown where all the action is and in the tallest building in town. It doesn't hurt that all the things we want to do is right here in this building. Also it is great that we don't have sleep on the floor and we can cook again. Now that is living. Just a few more tweaks and home will be business as usual. I guess I should make myself comfortable and settle in.

All Quiet On The Western Front....Almost

For months there were days of cupcakes, trips to the parks, grocery stores and talk of 50th anniversary rings and maybe a new Lincoln in the driveway. While one gave the other a mini computer the other gave rings and a big screen television hung from Willis built closets. Dinner was served with regularity with almost civility and courteousness not seen in years if ever. My parents after 50 years of marriage finally figured it out.

Then the quietness was disturbed with the arrival of Our Sister of Perpetual Pity recovered completely from weight loss surgery and continuing her 30 year reign of the worst high school student ever. As my older, wiser sister would say: Never allow evil into your house cause it really hard to get rid of. Now I not sure if O.S.P.P. could be considered evil but her stories are self-destroying as well as heartless.

I am sure right about now one Madam Morbid will be running over to show Peggy how I back to writing about the 608er’s (Hi Mom!) but...here is the thing: all was great while O.S.P.P. was gone. Peggy’s “diabetes” disappeared miraculously and Willis biggest problem was how often to fly to Virginia to visit his aging mother. It was so nice I was planning on visiting for a few days. Maybe ask for some of Mom’s juggacita (a Portuguese lima bean & rice dish) and custard. But that ended on day two of O.S.P.P. arrival. Before the world could spin one full day, Peggy was complaining of high blood pressure and Willis was looking to exit any door possible.

Something has to be said for the forty something woman who first sends her 20 something do nothing to “surprise” the 608ers with his appearance. Not that they would say anything to him, he is their grandchild, but really, to send a grown person with no purpose, plan or goals to live with people closer to 80 than Jesus is just so wrong. But I guess the girl got game.

Then O.S.P.P. shows up less than a month later to add to the stress and commotion as if she was the belle of the ball and utterly destroys the quietness of house. No more cupcakes happening. Before long a bedroom smelling continuously like fish and dirty dishes and bathrooms becomes the normal part of the day. My almost 80 year old mother is constantly in the kitchen cooking for unappreciative grown folks. In less than a two weeks there was arguments, disagreements and uncouth that was so ugly I couldn’t help but call and strongly suggest that she be put out. But seeing as really I don’t live there I could only suggest.

Now there is talk about her grandchildren coming to stay there also while she continues to spread her tall fairy tales to all who will listen. Those two months of civility and togetherness ended in hours. I pray that my parents wise up and show her the door. Just as I know this is an impossibility, for some reason she holds my mother heart, I know I will not be going there anytime soon. Sort of makes one feel like this dude......I believe this is what he meant by Trapped......

It was a warm windy day when we decided to see what the Grand Rapids Townies were up to. So we headed outside towards the Rosa Park Circle where a giant Easter Egg Hunt was about to happen. Tons of people sitting and standing watching these street dancers perform. They were part of the entertainment for the event but what they didn’t count on was all the small children who decided to join in! Some looking like they just learned to walk. Soon the dancers were replaced with a live hip-hop Christian band from some local church. either they actually sounded decent or I am in need of live music! After spotting Miss Michigan of 2002 and some random dude drawing an excellent portrait of folks posing, we decided we had enough of wind and activities. I think this town will do fine for a minute.