I've never attended a rally for anything if I'm honest with myself. See...seems to me that all of the important rallies I would have attended have been dealt with far before I was old enough to participate. There are things, of course, that I'm in support of and against but I really haven't ever felt compelled to leave my home to join other people who felt as I did about a certain something.
I didn't support the war in Iraq from the beginning and yet...I had no intention of joining folks marching against it.
I'm against racism of any form but...since I've been an adult I haven't even thought about heading somewhere to march with folks regarding.
I support gay people but nah...I'm not about to hold up a corner of their rainbow flag and march with them.
But I make my voice heard in other ways and with my vote.
When I first heard of the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear it immediately spoke to me. The smart comedy coupled with sensibility just appealed to who I am as an American. EPIC SIGNAGE was the mantra from the start and I loved the thought of participating in a forum where the voices of people like myself would be heard and our signs would be posted all over the internet and media as well. I loved showing COLLECTIVELY just how flipping DUMB folks think this tea party nonsense is and I liked that people from all over connected with it as well on the same level.
As I was there looking around I felt really, really good knowing I was around "MY KINDA PEOPLE." People who used their brains when it came to their politics and weren't afraid to tag someone with FACTS and not talking points. FACTS.
See...facts give you a calming sense of knowing you're right. Facts make SENSE and you're able to think about them organically. Talking points don't provide you with an opportunity for further conversation because there is usually a big azz PERIOD after spewing out a talking point you heard from an idiot because there is nothing to support it so there is pretty much nothing left to say after.
Except for a whole bunch of laughter at the idiocy of it all.
Yesterday I looked around at people who were like me in all skin colors and ages. I loved the older White people, the middle aged Muslims in traditional Muslim attire, the young Black people, the Hispanics, the Asians, the Christians, the Jewish, the kids, the people in wheelchairs, etc. They all made me feel good.
Folks came from all over the United States to be with other people who are just like them. Who believe as they do and, who wanted to show a different side of Americans in the media because we'd decided there was truly too dang many images of stoopit Americans out there making it seem as if they were the pulse of what the majority of us are feeling.
I had some of the best conversations yesterday than I've had in a long, long time. Conversations with perfect strangers who were smiling, polite, smart and just fun as hell.
I had a good time man...a VERY good time. It was a good feeling can you tell?
We can't let them paint our country in ways we would never, ever, EVER support. We can't let them make it seem as if we are all out there supporting hate. We gotta let folks know with our voices and our votes that we are serious when it comes to our future.
We're not all idiots and we don't all speak in talking points.
When you have something going on and a major cooking endeavor in front of you...your absolute best friend are ziploc bags.
Prep work is the messiest part of cooking ya see. There's always scraps of something all over the place and it's really easy to lose sight of just how big the mess is. So yeah...taking some time the day before to cut up everything you're going to need and measure the amounts into ziploc bags. Put those puppies in the fridge and VOILA! Less mess the next day when you're getting your cooking on!
I have a lot to do today because I apparently really hate myself for always doing everything in a manner by which I always have a hectic azz pace but thank goodness the prep work is done for my REAL gumbo and the kitchen is clean. Gumbo cooking is going to be a breeze for me.
You can vote once a day per IP address until the polls close and I'm sorry...but Butta REALLY deserves to win. Yall have no idea how hard she works for SoulBounce and the sacrifices she's made to provide the site with FABULOUSNESS we can connect with.
That said...please, please, PLEASE go vote for SoulBounce. PLEASE put this on YOUR blogs. PLEASE put this on your Twitter. PLEASE put this on your Facebook! She's currently trailing today's lead by 100 votes. We can do that in 10 minutes yall. You KNOW we can! Just think of one of US...someone we really, REALLY know at the Soul Train Music Awards RECEIVING AN AWARD!!!!!!
Like this thought process isn't some ish we didn't think they thought anyway. This is why yall can't let them Tea Party people off the hook. This is why Sarah Palin's bitch azz being in bed with them makes me hate her azz sooooooo much. THIS is why your vote is needed to shut that Tea Party shit DOWN-T!
Ann Taylor Loft is my goto place for embellished tees. I didn't realize this until recently but I wear a LOT of embellished tees. My favorites are sleeveless because I usually wear them with a cardigan on top and I don't have to worry about fabric being bunched up under my arms because that would seriously drive me nuts and I'd be disrobing in a public bathroom and wearing the cardigan buttoned up.
SIP: Yes...this nut has done this before. Seriously.
Me: Yo SIP...Imma need you to lay off the name calling this close to Halloween.
SIP: Oh...so you're MORE evil near Halloween?
Me: No...but it's easier to disguise bodies.
SIP: Good point. Carry on.
Now I kinda get annoyed with the shaping of a lot of their tops because they are so pretty I should own them especially since the color is so flattering to my skin but they go and do something crazy to the cutest shirt and I get like...UGH!
Not the pants mind you. I simply canNOT wear their pants. I have a badonkadonk that they don't accommodate. If you see me with nice pants on...they are REALLY nice. I learned a long time ago that it's way worth it TO ME to spend the extra on pants that look good on me. But this sweater? I bought it. Why? Because it's fitted and will look good on my frame with tailored pants I already own and that color is hot on me.
One thing I do love about their website is there Looks We Love Link. It's a really good way to see some cute, well put together outfits that you can do probably with things in your own closet. I mean let's face it. Ann Taylor Loft is chock full of the basics and you know you already have lots of the basics in your closet already.
The prices here are more than reasonable for cute tops and, I've never seen something I've liked made out of that horrid acrylic that makes my skin itchy.
Do YOU shop at Ann Taylor Loft? What's the last thing you purchased there? Can you fit their pants?
I love my country man. I really, really do. I was talking to some people recently and they shared that they didn't know many Black people who were vocal about how much they love their country and I asked...probably a bit too sharply...how many Black people do you know dear?
I remember having conversations regarding race with my father and it bothered me...his view on things ya know? Dude was a piece of work and he tried to pass that down to me.
I wasn't having it.
I watch my Godson play with his friends in the neighborhood and I smile at the diversity which he sees as no biggie. Our neighborhood is so lovely because we seriously have people from all skin colors and cultures around these parts and seeing us all together is a beautiful sight indeedly. The beauty of it is how seamless it is when the children get together and have fun.
All the kids...no matter who they are call me Ms. Monica and I know all of their parents and yes...their parents know Ms. Monica will knock on a door in a heartbeat.
I read something today that stated that the Republicans main objective is to ensure that President Obama was a one term President. I wondered if they had the same zealousness as when other Democrat Presidents were in office.
But I love my country man. Love it with all of me.
A friend and I were talking politics and I reminded him to please go vote because the wealthy was putting all their money together to fight against the attempt to give middle class Americans more of the pie and make sure the wealthiest Americans paid their due regarding taxes.
He reminded me that we were in different tax brackets and that the Republicans have his personal best interest in mind. Dude was telling the truth from his point of view.
It's nice to be a double digit millionaire I'm sure.
Our voting books came and, I have to be honest, I'm not doing much research this year. Why? I'm voting strictly Democrat. Usually I vote for the best candidate PERIOD but the Republicans have pissed me off by being so negatively transparent.
Throw them D's on it!
Did yall know I voted for Bush in 2000? Well...I did. Gore wasn't doing it for me. In 2004 I rectified that but it was too late by then. They'd already scared the shit out of simple thinking Americans into voting their way.
I don't understand people who have the right to vote but don't.
And I have no respect for them either.
Please vote yall. I'm not about to tell you who to vote for but seriously...vote.
I love my country man and always will. I know my tax bracket may not be the same as a lot of other folks but I swear I vote with the greater good in mind and NOT for my own personal gain. I don't have a problem paying more taxes if more people will be helped in some way.
It's only fair.
Please go vote yall. Please. The next two years are going to be pivotal for our economy so please think about everyone...not just the richest Americans.
I haven't had an opportunity to plan many parties this year at our home. Robby's birthday is Monday and I'm making some jumbo gumbo on Friday while our neighborhood Halloween Block Party is going on.
That said...the gumbo will be done by 4:30pm and while the kiddies are outside...the adults will be inside so feel free to stop by for a bowl of gumbo, a glass of wine and all kinds of Halloween candy. ROFL!
Oh...and to wish my Robinator a happy birthday of course. LOL! He's simply the loveliest and this is perfect for him. Gumbo, wine, candy and friends. Dude might not know how to ack.
Get off work and come through. We'll be here acting corny! Come as early or late as you want. I'll be here.
That goes without saying. He's the smartest, funniest, most handsome Godson in the EN.TIRE.WORLD.
But he likes scaring people and think it's funny.
He scares his mommy, his grand-mommy, his great-grandparents and pretty much anyone else he has access to.
And he scares me.
A couple of weeks ago he scared me so badly when I walked in the house I was worried for his continued safety since I almost punched him in the chest thinking he was an intruder. He thought that ish was funny. I told him, very quietly...
SIP: Imma git you.
This morning we took my truck to the shop and I've been home all day. When it was time for E to get here I stayed really quiet so he didn't know I was home. Since my truck wasn't here I knew he'd assume I wasn't here either.
He's such a good boy because he walked in and put his backpack on the bench by the front door and was talking lovingly to Jaru and Lucy. Then he took Lucy out. As he was outside with Lucy...I hid in coat closet and waited for him to come in. When he walked in he bent down to wipe Lucy's feet and I simply reached out and lightly put my hand on his shoulder.
I didn't say a word.
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaby! WHEN I TELL YOU THAT LIL' BOY JUMPED OUTTA HIS SKIN I AM NOT TELLING STORIES! He then threw himself on the floor in a fetal position screaming for bloody murder and covering his head. (Good job Tsiporah...the boy knows how to protect his neck straight military style. ROFL!) His lil' azz was trembling and looking wild eyed like a trapped rabbit in a cage and I stepped over him quietly and walked back into the family room.
When he gathered himself he followed me and just sat there looking shelly-shocked. (Those of you who know Shelly know that when she's shocked she just sits there with her mouth open all quiet and ish. ROFL!)
SIP: I told you I was going to get you.
E: But wow T-Monnie. Just...wow...that was really bad.
SIP: I bet you stop scaring people after that huh?
E: Why'd you do that?
SIP: Because I care kiddo. Because I care.
I think he's good now whatchall think? ROFL!
Do you know any kids that like scaring people? Have you ever scared them back?