I found you...

BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN EVERYWHERE!

Why does even my mother like that song...

will be some booties rocking this weekend... ATL HO! THROW THEM BOWS! KNUCK IF YOU BUCK! IF YOU DON'T GIVE A DAMN I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! GET ON MY LEVEL! FOREVA I LOVE ATLANTA!

*sigh*

just had to get all that ATL luv out of my system. This weekend will be 36 hours of loveliness.

ADMITTING A CONFESSION...

These are my confessions… Dang I love that song! And I luv me some USHER! But I'm not just here to confess my undying love and adulation of the Michael Jackson of my era, the R&B crooner who rocks my world….

I went to church yesterday. This is the third time since I've been with Texas. And I have to admit, I was dreading it.

I haven't been to an Easter service since 2002; haven't been to church since 2003. Its really crazy to admit that.

For some, church was a fun place to go to while growing up. Perhaps you made friends there, or the Sunday School teacher was cool. But for my family, church wasn't really a constant. We had on and off years, gradually fading to just off. And worse, I wasn't really friends with any kids my age: I just knew some of the children of my mom's friends.

Although my college was heavy on the faith and religion, I still never felt the urge or need to get my spiritual growth on through the church. I thought that maybe - as the BAP Handbook accords - that I would find the urge once I graduated.

It hasn't happened yet.

And so Saturday, when my aunt asked if I would be attending church with them (I knew the question was coming) I responded "um.. Yeah, sure, I guess." She went on to say "You have to, it's a family tradition." I wanted to say "My family gave up traditions back in '96."

But I went. Of course they go to one of the bigger, almost mega-churches in the city. A part of me loathe the types. The preachy-preachers, the 5 gazillion songs that are sung. I like my services short, simple and sweet. No Fluff Needed. So we take the 45-min drive (cuz everything in Dallas is far) to the church. We have to park down the friggin street and shuttle to the church. All types of people have shown up: little girls in princess dresses, random faux-thugs in jeans, even a sprinkle of the Other Persuasion.

We're black, so of course we are late. We enter midway through the production. Yes, PRODUCTION. They are putting on a play about the Resurrection, with song, interpretive dance and everything. They even made a crucifix that stood up right where the actor protraying Christ could hang off of it. It was mad impressive. I have to admit, I had to laugh at the extreme production at first, but they really did a good job. I was pissed when people started standing when Christ rose 'cause I couldn't see a darn thing.

And wouldn't you know it? Once we got past the production, the meat (otherwise known as the sermon) wasn't even that long. Growing up, Easter service was always the Longest Service. I listened a little, but I wasn't really vibin with the message; something about the pastor - his voice, his topics, just doesn't grab me.

All in all, I enjoyed my Easter. But I just don't think I'm ready to get religious with my spirituality. Which I know for the Black community, I might as well admit I'm Mormon or Atheist or something. Or say I'm dating my stylist. Whatever

Randomness dba Blogrrhea of the Mouth

I have been wanting and wanting to blog…

But not a whole lot of topics in mind. I could go the random route - which I am quite good at – but what is also hindering me is just not finding the time to post up on here.

Some people have written in their own blogs the trouble with sharing their blogs. Knowing that their friends and other loved ones read it make the blog more difficult to be free…

I have not shared this blog with anyone. Even my closest friends do not realize this exists. It is not listed on my facebook profile. Am I afraid of what people would read? No. Am I afraid of what people would think? Maybe. But I console myself with the thought that 1) What people think really doesn’t matter and 2) There is a vessel of history and knowledge and feelings people will never know. I like to think that a blog can help connect folks in this way….I always come off misunderstood, so maybe this blog could enlighten some to my nature… at least those who care. Above all, though, I want to keep this honest and truthful, and don’t want my insecurities to interfere with whatever topics I am musing.



~randomly~ I’ve always contently thought to myself “Everything I learned in life I learned from TV (NOT KINDERGARTEN! OR FROM TEDDY BEARS!). I used to be really happy to mark on the standardized tests in high school that I watched 20-30 hours of television a week (cuz you know I was making the bomb scores). How else would I have known what high school would be like (Saved By the Bell)? Or what sex involved (Real Sex)?

But TV really isn’t how it used to be. My current tv commentary is as follows:

Desperate Housewives – they really let the black family storyline bite the dust QUICKLY. Something about the fact the violent retarded guy is black bothers me. And you know he is going to assault the white girl. Must we see this on a top 10 show that isn’t Law & Order?

Grey’s Anatomy – very likely one of the best shows on tv right now. I love Cristina and Burke. I love the Nazi. I love all the minorities on the show. I hate how Izzie feel for a patient… so predictable. I’mma need the reruns to not last too much longer!

Girlfriends – I try to remember to watch. The storylines so fell off after Joan & William broke up and she did the restaurant thing. It used to be about the girls & their love lives. Now its just about the girls & their lives.

The Real World – Okay I’m embarrassed to admit I still watch this stuff. But I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the last 4 seasons… only really watched when I was bored. However, I am loving the potential of this season. Something about the cast is a bit refreshing…

ANTM – Okay I could write a whole post on this!!! But I’ll keep it short: love Furonda, love Danielle, love Joanie, loved Nnenna but now she is sucking, hate Brooke, wish Jade would suck a fat one.

Veronica Mars – I love this show! I <3 Wallace like white girls swoon for DMB. The mayor is definitely guilty… his family is definitely crazy… whoever caused the bus crash should definitely burn in hell…it will definitely be interesting to see how the show forms once V heads to college next year.
Lost – I live for the surprise endings. Because there is absolutely no use in trying to figure the stuff out. I really was wondering what ever happened to Michael, so I was very glad to see him this week.

Everybody Hates Chris – funny shit.

Wild’n Out – very funny shit. I would love to see a taping.

-----> Oh yeah, and you should definitely peep “Bumpin My Music”.. by some dude & Scarface! That’s my ish right there!

So empty my heart my soul

I'm still alive yall. Although I think everyone has been slackin.

Its been busy busy busy, but definitely more to come.


a throwback goodbye...

peace, luv and nappiness.