Friday, February 17, 2017

719.

Happy happy Friday folks!

I've been watching "Liberty & Slavery: The Paradox of America's Foundation".

It's a reminder that February is African-American History month here in the USA. When I was a girl, (last year or the year before), February was known as "Black History month".

As times change, terms change. What was once Oriental is now Asian. The formerly colored and Negro became Black and then African-American.

I actually prefer the term "colored" because as we know, race and ethnicity in America are always tied to other people's perception of who someone is based on skin color.

How sadly juvenile.

I would be willing to bet a precious sum that a high percentage of Americans (of any skin color) hear the term African-American and automatically picture someone with dark skin.

But it is what it is.

Again, I prefer the term "colored", as outdated and politically incorrect as some might think it is. If people are to be grouped by skin color, the term "African-American" doesn't work for my family. Neither does "Black".

Scientific research has revealed that all life began on the continent of Africa. If that is so, aren't all Americans actually African-Americans?

What makes my skin color so important in America?

My skin is shades of what I consider light-medium brown with a golden undertone. My daughter's skin is several shades lighter than mine with a yellowish undertone. My grandma's skin is a shade or two lighter than my daughter's; grandma has a pinkish undertone that would allow her to pass for white if she chose to do so. My momma's skin color falls in between the my daughter's and my grandma's, with a slight olive undertone. My momma has a sister who's skin is about the same color as mine, with a slight reddish undertone. My momma also has a sister whose skin tone falls between my daughter's and grandmother's but this sister's skin has a reddish undertone. My daddy is many shades darker than me, with a reddish undertone.

Not one of us has skin that is black, although my daddy's skin is very dark. But we all, with the exception of grandma, have enough melanin in our skin to never be mistaken for what this country calls white or caucasian.

My skin is not white so it's "colored". I am a woman of color, or a colored woman. I don't know why it's offensive but I have my own ideas about why we've been made to think so.

Anyone who isn't white is a person of color. Group us all together and it poses a problem for those who like to keep people separated by any of several demographic markers.

Makes it easier to control people when they're segregated into smaller groups and taught to look at others as "them".

And that's all I'm going to say about that. It's not news so I don't need to delve any further.

What I will say, in the same vein but different topic, is that I'm thankful for all the good people I've been meeting along the way.

Here's what I mean: Some days I don't have time to fix my hair the way I want or it just doesn't cooperate.

The solution: wrap my hair in a piece of fabric that coordinates with my outfit and skip on out of here.

Lately I've been noticing that on the days I wear my hair wrapped, a lot of white people seem to go out of their way to compliment me, speak nicely to me, smile at me, and are just kind to me in some way.

I'm not sure if they think I might be Muslim and they're trying to show some small inkling of support and caring but I think so. Of course I could be wrong however, on days I don't wrap my hair, it doesn't happen. 😁

Every one of these instances is like a an infusion of love and tenderness that I store in my psyche to draw upon when needed.

What ever the reason, I'm thankful for those experiences because I know that all around America there are hundreds of thousands of people, probably millions, who are doing the same thing.

This is my great big "thank you" to you all. The when, what, and how doesn't matter. What matters is that you all continue because it is these small acts of kindness that will get us through the snafu that is the current presidential cycle.

As we move forward, may we let our hearts, spirits, and actions overflow with love and kindness for ourselves and each other.

Please and thank you. 

Thursday, February 2, 2017

718.

Hello y'all and Happy New Year!

I hope 2017 has been good to you so far. I have been busy and I do apologize for being remiss in updating y'all on the exciting adventure that is my life.  ðŸ˜ðŸ˜

To my surprise, when I logged in, there was an unfinished post from December 25. I'm publishing it so y'all can have something to salivate over while I ruminate on my next post. 😜


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Joyeaux Noël y'all!

It's officially Christmas Day in the good ole land of the free, home of the brave.

I've received some interesting gifts, some of them actual physical things; some of them "other".

Baby Bliss treated me to dinner. She also put a small item in my stocking.

A gentleman who I shall not name texted me a photo of what looked like a diamond encrusted wedding band and engagement ring. It was a beautiful set but not at all my style.

The diamond was just too big. It was oversized. It was huge.

Although I enjoy looking at such sparkly baubles and I have a few pieces of exquisite costume jewelry that looks similar, for every day wear, my tastes run to unique designs that are much more low-key and demure.

The text contained only the photo, no words. I wasn't sure what was expected of me so I responded by saying the bauble was "pretty".

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

717.

In other news, Mercury is in retrograde again y'all.

(See here: HOW THIS MERCURY RETROGRADE IN CAPRICORN WILL AFFECT US ENERGETICALLY)

For me that means exes ooze out of the woodwork.

Whyyyyyyyyyy?  ðŸ™€

In the past several days, I have gotten a couple of texts and phone call from guys I've dated in the past.

Guy number one and I didn't actually date but we met on one of the online dating sites last year. We talked and texted for a few weeks but never made it to the first date.

When he texted me last week, I didn't know who he was because his contact was no longer in my phone. He addressed me by my name so I figured who ever it was knew me somehow.

I waited a few hours before texting back to ask who it was.

To make a long story short, we texted then talked. He asked me out for coffee which turned into lunch.

Lunch was good (one of my favorite local Thai joints), he was funny, we had some things in common (I'm 83 percent African-American, four percent Irish; he's 98 percent Irish, two percent African-American...)

But I felt some of his behavior was inappropriate and he seemed close to being manic. He talked loudly about personal subjects, made comments that seemed to offend a few folks around us, asked someone about their political views.

I'm a live-and-let-live kinda lady but his behavior was a turn-off. He was also between jobs and his aura reeked of desperation and despair. I offered to pay for lunch (because it was my idea to extend the coffee hour to a meal and I never want anyone to go hungry if I'm able to feed them) but he said no.

When the bill came, he tried to pay with his credit card. Declined. So he paid with his debit card.

*sigh*

He texted me lots more that day and the next but I had to cut it off.

There will be no more dates and I don't want to hear from him again.

It might sound mean but I can't involve myself in whatever drama he has brewing. If he's truly in need of some help, I hope he gets it.

He has my prayers.

Guy number two is a guy I dated quite a few times earlier this year. I stopped talking to him when he mentioned one day that he might vote for Trump because he didn't like Hillary.

Maybe he was joking but I didn't find it funny.

He began texting me the same night as guy number one. It was weird because he didn't seem to want anything specific. He asked me what I was doing, asked me to remind him of how we met, brought up the election, and that was it.

Perhaps it was because my answers were less than enthusiastic. I don't know; I don't really care. He (along with guy number one) is now on my "do not respond" list.

That means their calls will go straight to my voicemail and any subsequent texts from them will be deleted with no response.

Guy number three is a guy I had one date with at least two years ago. We also met online.

What the hell he wants, I can't imagine.

He took me to lunch at P.F. Chang's. The decor was lovely. The food was good, nothing spectacular. His dime, my time...

The date was spent talking, eating, laughing. He told me about the non-profit he ran. He made himself sound like one of the most altruistic people on the planet.

Cool.

A few days after the date, I got a nastily-worded text from him that definitely wasn't for me but there it was.

I waited a few hours then responded by saying he had obviously sent the text to the wrong person. I also let him know I didn't want to hear from him again.

He never responded.

Cool.

Fast forward a year or so and I could see that he'd visited my dating profile. (Using a new profile.) I was flabbergasted when I got an e-mail from him.

I went to his profile, to make sure it was who I thought it was. Yep, it was him. And incredibly, his profile mentioned his recent divorce.

Huh?

I didn't recall us discussing his wife over lunch the year before. Not that his divorce made a difference one way or the other because after that funky ass text, he and I had nothing to talk about. But learning that he'd been married when we went out and I didn't know...

It was just one more nail in his shoe as far as I was concerned.

So I did something mean. I responded to his e-mail by telling him he was a crazy lying bastard and if he e-mailed me again I would report him to the site for harassment.

He didn't e-mail again but now he's popped up. Again.

He didn't text me. He actually called me several times. I didn't answer because I didn't recognize the number but it looked familiar (I have a friend who has a similar number) so I Googled it.

It came back as being registered to guy number three's business.

Needless to say, he is now on my "reject call list".

If I'm contacted by one mo' dude I don't want to hear from during this retrograde, Mercury and I are gonna have a talk. 👺

And now I bid y'all a fond ta-ta for now.

Time for me to hit the streets with Baby Bliss.

Have a good one folks!  ðŸ˜Š

716.

Happy happy Wednesday y'all!  ðŸ˜€

I see that Google has graced us bloggers with emojis. Is this our holiday gift or did we get this power with the recent upgrades and I missed it until now?

I'm an emoji-using kinda gal so if I go overboard, someone please remove my fingers from the keyboard and take me out for a cupcake.

In other news, if anyone is interested in an update on the "money luck" in my dream detailed in Post 700, here it is.

Folks, I'm happy to say I did get some unexpected funds last month. I won't go into the personal stuff but one day in late November, there was a check for almost $150 sitting in my mailbox. The money was owed to me but it had been almost a year in coming so I had no idea when to expect it.

The check is still floating around in here because rarely do I visit my financial institution more than once a month. Baby Bliss likes to hoard her paychecks so we usually go when she decides to deposit them.

With the holidays upon us, I told her we should go today.

Merry Christmas to me! 🎁💲🎁💲🎁💲

While we're on the topic of dreams, I had a funny one several nights ago.

In waking life, I've purchased at least two of the blenders that use a personal cup with a blade attachment that screws in while the cup is upside down and is then placed right-side up into the contraption with the motor.

The first one lasted several years then one day, one of the blades broke while I was blending. I had already bought the second one as a back up so no big deal. I threw out the whole blade attachment and the cup I was using to blend.

The second one lasted a year, maybe two before the blade attachment got cracked somehow.

As a parent, it is my duty to blame Baby Bliss for both blenders getting broken because that's what good parents do when it's only the parent and the child living in the residence and the parent knows he or she didn't break the item(s).

Because I'm a really good parent, I'll give y'all the details: the blades broke on the first one because she kept putting too many frozen items in the cup without enough liquid. She would also run the blender too long. The frozen items were obviously too strong for the blade and I believe they eventually caused the blade components to weaken.

The second blade attachment was cracked which means it was likely dropped from a height high enough for that to happen. I know I didn't drop the thing...

At some point I realized that every time I used the blender, liquid had seeped out from the cup into the piece that held the motor. Eventually I examined the blade attachment and saw a crack running from the center of the thing to the outer edge. It went clean through the whole of the two-inch high contraption.

*sigh*

I tossed it.

That was last month.

I thought about buying a new blender but just couldn't get into the mood to do it.

Last year, someone gave me a food processor that I've never used because I've never used a food processor. I've seen them used on cooking shows but never in real life.

It had been sitting in an open box atop my kitchen cabinet, gathering dust and maybe spider webs.

In the absence of a blender, I wondered if I could use the food processor to make my daily green drink. It was never more than a thought but it led to thoughts of making ice cream with the food processor.

I even mentioned it to a few folks. But that too was merely a thought. 😄

Then I had the dream.

In the dream, I was on the stepladder in the kitchen, piddling around with things atop the cabinet. Some of those things were blenders, three in total, brand new and waiting for me to use them.

When I awoke, I thought it was funny and didn't give it another thought until yesterday.

Yesterday I took the stepladder to the kitchen and got the food processor box down.

Lo and behold honey! There was a blender in the box. You could have bought me for a penny.

It's a Cuisinart and came with dangerous-looking blades (that are indeed dangerous) for the blender and the food processor.

The assembly directions (and a recipe book) were in the box too. I safely assembled the blender then disassembled to give it a good cleaning.

The blender looks like it'll hold about a half gallon of liquid so I'm not sure how it will work for my green drinks.

Stay tuned folks because I'll find out soon. 😄