Skip to main content

Weekend Observations

It's Monday morning, time to begin another work week. Here are a few thoughts about this weekend...

1. Hilary Clinton did what on Saturday what she should've done weeks ago. Her heartfelt -- wink, wink -- endorsement of Barack Obama came only after her party leaders urged her to drop out of the race. On the real, though, I think that speech was probably the best one of her campaign. I hope her followers will take her advice. A related point...

2. Because Hilary waited so long to get out of the race, the Republican Mafia can now use her words against Barack. Check out this ad, paid for by the Republican National Committee. That's nerve-racking.

3. Love has no class. I attended a wedding that probably could've competed in the "Hot Ghetto Mess" category. Some of the things I saw there -- large-breasted women sans bras, children in Gators, folks with either gold teeth, no teeth, or no dental plans, etc. -- made me want to cringe. However, it was the celebration of love that made everything come together. Even the Bible talks about how love covers a multitude of sins, and it's true.

4. I think I must be country-phobic. The wedding was in a town about 55 miles away from Los Angeles, and I was completely freaked out by the ride. Yes, the mountains and rock formations were interesting and beautiful, but to me, it all looked scary. All I could think of was serial killers and dumping bodies. Even though I grew up in rural America, I don't think I could do it again.

5. Being sincere is better than being suave any day. I'll explain later.

That's it for now. Happy Monday!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

On Barack, the Nomination, and Black Love

I'm so excited about Barack Obama! I know I'm just joining the teeming millions when I say that, but I think something this big is worth repeating. Never before in the history of our country has a Black man been in a position to lead the free world, and it feels good. I'm so glad that I've lived long enough to see this day.

Beside the fact that Barack is a great candidate for the Democratic party, I'm moved by his relationship with Michelle. Not since The Cosby Show have we seen a successful Black couple who have a genuine and sincere love and respect for one another. What makes their relationship so special is that it's real -- not the product of someone's imagination.

I obviously don't know Michelle Obama, but I want to grow up to be just like her. I love the fact that she doesn't NEED Barack. She's strong, smart, and successful in her own right, yet secure enough to fall back and be supportive of her man. That's something that all y…

Out of Time

Time. You always think you have more...until you don't. I'm there.

I just left the doctor, where we discussed my fibroid. She said it was huge. So huge, in fact, that she couldn't get it all. If there's a need for another surgery, it'll be a hysterectomy.

I want babies. I want to be someone's mother. I also want to be someone's wife before I become someone's mother. And therein lies my dilemma.

It would be stupid for me to have a baby with My Teddy Bear. That's the reality of my life right now. But it would be even stupider to have a child with New Boo. Not only does he not want any more babies, he does't take care of the ones he already has. I would be an absolute idiot to attempt procreation with him. And as quiet as it's kept, I'm not interested in raising a child alone. I want my baby to have a mother AND a father.

So here I am, a 46-year-old woman who's run out of time.

In My Feelings...Again

There are times when I think I should change the name of this blog. Today I do NOT feel like a diva. I feel like a pitiful mess of a woman who's completely in my feelings.

I hate it when I get here.

I was minding my business last night when Juice hit me up. (Remind me to tell you about him later.) He wanted to hang out because we'd actually said we would. But he's he's only after one thing and I wasn't inspired enough to venture out to deal with him, so I told him I was in for the evening.

At the same time, New Boo asked me if I'd done my hair.

Let's be clear. My hair in and of itself isn't necessarily that big a deal. However, him asking me about it could indicate that I was on his mind and that he cared about me in more than a horizontal way. That would be awesome...but I know it's not true. Even though I engaged in conversation with him -- because that's what I do -- it was painful.

I am lonely. I want to be with someone who cares about me. I…