Prop 8. Simply... I'm against those things that take away the choice that God has given us. No this doesn't mean I support gay marriages. I love the people though! But yeah. that is all... Pharisaical living won't get us anywhere. We can't force anyone to abide by God's laws... that's just ignorant.
Anywho
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
When you get older your music should mature right? smh... not so! Ginuwine breaks the mold!!
Ok... this dern CD is getting on my nerves, but I will listen to it through before I make a complete assessment.
I'm listening to Ginuwine right now and the only thing I want to do right now is pull it out of my computer and break it. Like... dude... #1 so far... nothing has a thing to do with love. All these songs are about sex, touching, looking at your body, etc... whatever you package it in the overtone is sex. Not love. WHATSOEVER. His music is so commercial it's hurting my ears. Nothing unique about it to me. Nothing classic to me about it. Perhaps I made a mistake of getting Maxwell first... *wow this CD is seriously getting on my nerves*
Ok... Maxwell on the other hand. Love, making love, serving the community, relationships. Of course you know my boy Pj Morton... he's always talking about love. Now Maxwell on the other hand is something that I look forward to listening to when I'm married. When I can partake of the fruits ;) whereas I can be down with Pj now. *I really am forcing myself to listen to this CD at this point... Ginuwine sucks to me right now... his songs haven't "matured" to real love or anything... still the same tone as Pony* I actually forgot what I was saying due to Ginuwines foolishness I want to curse right now. This song is talking about even though we aren't getting along, let's just have sex. I want to slap Ginuwine right now. Like if I had listened to this before I saw him in April I would have slapped him. Oh yeah... Maxwell... classic music. Beautiful. I do need to take a look at his lyrics to make sure I can cosign on him this album. Sometimes there are things you can't hear.
Anywho... music... boy boy boy... *wow Ginuwine is so juvenile... all them 12 year old artist and groups are singing these same songs. I need you to make music that show your age you lame!*
I'm listening to Ginuwine right now and the only thing I want to do right now is pull it out of my computer and break it. Like... dude... #1 so far... nothing has a thing to do with love. All these songs are about sex, touching, looking at your body, etc... whatever you package it in the overtone is sex. Not love. WHATSOEVER. His music is so commercial it's hurting my ears. Nothing unique about it to me. Nothing classic to me about it. Perhaps I made a mistake of getting Maxwell first... *wow this CD is seriously getting on my nerves*
Ok... Maxwell on the other hand. Love, making love, serving the community, relationships. Of course you know my boy Pj Morton... he's always talking about love. Now Maxwell on the other hand is something that I look forward to listening to when I'm married. When I can partake of the fruits ;) whereas I can be down with Pj now. *I really am forcing myself to listen to this CD at this point... Ginuwine sucks to me right now... his songs haven't "matured" to real love or anything... still the same tone as Pony* I actually forgot what I was saying due to Ginuwines foolishness I want to curse right now. This song is talking about even though we aren't getting along, let's just have sex. I want to slap Ginuwine right now. Like if I had listened to this before I saw him in April I would have slapped him. Oh yeah... Maxwell... classic music. Beautiful. I do need to take a look at his lyrics to make sure I can cosign on him this album. Sometimes there are things you can't hear.
Anywho... music... boy boy boy... *wow Ginuwine is so juvenile... all them 12 year old artist and groups are singing these same songs. I need you to make music that show your age you lame!*
If it's a gift... and it's from God... who's to say when it's not serving Him?
Hmm... well well well. This morning has been wonderous.
Last night went to see Pj Morton and Britten at a show in Nashville. Greatness as usual. I love live music. Anywho... got "Why can't I sing about love" a book written by Pj... This book, song, etc seemed to come right on time for me because I recently have gone back to listening to "secular" music. As a leader for the youth in the church you're somewhat required to tell them not to listen to secular music. Pretty much the concensus is that if it's not gospel it's bad... and even some gospel is bad... to me, really and truly the kids are pushed away if this is not something they understand or agree with. Hmm... I have so much to say, I can't wait to write my book... anywho... my cousins are PKs and I thought about them when I was reading his Childhood chapter. They both LOVE music, especially the youngest one who freakin adores Pj. He would die if he could meet Pj and Ed... one day he will, I'll do what I can to make sure of it I love to see sahny use his gift, and to meet artists who inspire him could take him to another level.
Golly... ok. I honestly don't have complete thoughts because I literally read the book on the way to work (I know... yes I was driving... but if I read a text or tweet... why not make it productive??) and once I got in the office because I really wanted to see what he had to say as an artist. I always always always wonder what artists are thinking. Painters, Designers, Musicians, etc... probably because my mom is around them quite a bit and she's one herself. Mainly because they are NORMAL people... like do you guys realize that they have a talent, just like we do... in a different capacity. Why do we make them into superhuman people? They breathe, eat, sleep, and probably dig in their noses... lol... anywho.
All I'm going to say is... think about why you believe what you believe. Ask yourself if it's because of a personal relationship with God or because of what you've been told. Think on why you do or don't do certain things. Sometimes when we get in a routine, we forget why we're in it... and on ocassion forget who we are. This can lead to losing a passion for serving Christ with our lives... because we don't even understand the life we're living. I don't want to spoil the book, I really want you to read it. If you can read a blog post, a tweet, a text... you can READ. Goodness gracious, reading is fundamental people. We say we don't like to read and we stay on twitter READING all day... we READ people's statii all day... we READ text messages all day... please never say "I don't like to read" ever again in life... like... just say that you don't like to read books because you are allergic to paper or something... that'd be more believable. smh. lol.
The book
Go to the site. Listen to the song. It should clean up any gray areas on what the book is about.
Last night went to see Pj Morton and Britten at a show in Nashville. Greatness as usual. I love live music. Anywho... got "Why can't I sing about love" a book written by Pj... This book, song, etc seemed to come right on time for me because I recently have gone back to listening to "secular" music. As a leader for the youth in the church you're somewhat required to tell them not to listen to secular music. Pretty much the concensus is that if it's not gospel it's bad... and even some gospel is bad... to me, really and truly the kids are pushed away if this is not something they understand or agree with. Hmm... I have so much to say, I can't wait to write my book... anywho... my cousins are PKs and I thought about them when I was reading his Childhood chapter. They both LOVE music, especially the youngest one who freakin adores Pj. He would die if he could meet Pj and Ed... one day he will, I'll do what I can to make sure of it I love to see sahny use his gift, and to meet artists who inspire him could take him to another level.
Golly... ok. I honestly don't have complete thoughts because I literally read the book on the way to work (I know... yes I was driving... but if I read a text or tweet... why not make it productive??) and once I got in the office because I really wanted to see what he had to say as an artist. I always always always wonder what artists are thinking. Painters, Designers, Musicians, etc... probably because my mom is around them quite a bit and she's one herself. Mainly because they are NORMAL people... like do you guys realize that they have a talent, just like we do... in a different capacity. Why do we make them into superhuman people? They breathe, eat, sleep, and probably dig in their noses... lol... anywho.
All I'm going to say is... think about why you believe what you believe. Ask yourself if it's because of a personal relationship with God or because of what you've been told. Think on why you do or don't do certain things. Sometimes when we get in a routine, we forget why we're in it... and on ocassion forget who we are. This can lead to losing a passion for serving Christ with our lives... because we don't even understand the life we're living. I don't want to spoil the book, I really want you to read it. If you can read a blog post, a tweet, a text... you can READ. Goodness gracious, reading is fundamental people. We say we don't like to read and we stay on twitter READING all day... we READ people's statii all day... we READ text messages all day... please never say "I don't like to read" ever again in life... like... just say that you don't like to read books because you are allergic to paper or something... that'd be more believable. smh. lol.
The book
Go to the site. Listen to the song. It should clean up any gray areas on what the book is about.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Stormy Weather
Have you heard the story about the young lady in the storm?
She is driving with her father and a storm comes. She gets scared and sees people pulling over. Wanting to pull over she reaches for her blinker and her father tells her to keep driving. It starts raining harder and she is having a hard time seeing at a distance, large trucks are pulling over, and she feels the need to pull over again. Her father steps in and tells her to keep driving. As she keeps driving she sees a break in the clouds. She continues and eventually a sunny sky is revealed. Her father then tells her to pull over and look back. As she looks back she sees all the cars and trucks struggling and some pulled to the shoulder. This is likened to our lives and how we go through things but as we keep pressing there will be a break. Just keep swimming.
So anywho... this weekend when I was driving back from New Orleans a storm hit almost as soon as we hit the Mississippi state line. We saw the clouds coming, but we could go nowhere but forward. We had to get home. It got really bad. The one thing that's worse that driving in a storm is driving in a storm on a road that is new to you. You don't know which exits you can take to shelter yourself, you really have no idea what is going on besides what's in front of you. In some cases the best thing you can do is look at the taillights in front of you and follow. The visibility may not even allow you to see the road, the curves or what not. Hope that the car in front of you is going the same place as you are going. Otherwise you're bound to end up where they're going and not going where you need to be. Made me think...
Think about the people around you right now. As far as your close friends... do you feel you're going in the same direction enough to where if you lost your sight... if you had no direction... they'd get you on the right path. There are some of us who have friends on a different path, they may even do the ol' out the window wave to let you know that even though they are taking this exit... you need to keep pressing on. Those friends are golden. Sometimes even moreso than the ones that are on the same road trip.
Just a thought...
She is driving with her father and a storm comes. She gets scared and sees people pulling over. Wanting to pull over she reaches for her blinker and her father tells her to keep driving. It starts raining harder and she is having a hard time seeing at a distance, large trucks are pulling over, and she feels the need to pull over again. Her father steps in and tells her to keep driving. As she keeps driving she sees a break in the clouds. She continues and eventually a sunny sky is revealed. Her father then tells her to pull over and look back. As she looks back she sees all the cars and trucks struggling and some pulled to the shoulder. This is likened to our lives and how we go through things but as we keep pressing there will be a break. Just keep swimming.
So anywho... this weekend when I was driving back from New Orleans a storm hit almost as soon as we hit the Mississippi state line. We saw the clouds coming, but we could go nowhere but forward. We had to get home. It got really bad. The one thing that's worse that driving in a storm is driving in a storm on a road that is new to you. You don't know which exits you can take to shelter yourself, you really have no idea what is going on besides what's in front of you. In some cases the best thing you can do is look at the taillights in front of you and follow. The visibility may not even allow you to see the road, the curves or what not. Hope that the car in front of you is going the same place as you are going. Otherwise you're bound to end up where they're going and not going where you need to be. Made me think...
Think about the people around you right now. As far as your close friends... do you feel you're going in the same direction enough to where if you lost your sight... if you had no direction... they'd get you on the right path. There are some of us who have friends on a different path, they may even do the ol' out the window wave to let you know that even though they are taking this exit... you need to keep pressing on. Those friends are golden. Sometimes even moreso than the ones that are on the same road trip.
Just a thought...
Yes you can have my number, no you can't call me. (lol)
I must let it be known that I am a softy. Clearly too soft because I've given my number to some lame dudes lately. Not just random people. People from work and church. It can be hard to not give your number to someone you'll see every day. Sometimes I see it as an easy way out. I can give you my number and as long as I have yours I can always miss your calls... or I can not give you my number and, like this one guy is doing, have to hear about it every daggum day. *sigh* I promise you maybe my standards are just too high. Sorry I don't want to date someone I work with... just not my steelo. As far as people at church... sometimes we exchange numbers so that we all can keep involved. Nothing more. It's not cute for you to text me to try to get me to contact you back. No thanks. Don't ask me what I like in a guy because on a "tell it like it is" day I will promptly say "not you". Just because we go to church together DOES NOT mean that we have something in common. lol.
Just because I'm single does not mean I'm interested in you. Let us not forget the dude from the gym that was so pressed that he couldn't stop telling me about how he played for the Ravens and was friends with some lame celebrity, I don't even remember.
Dear gentlemen,
Be who you are. Think something of yourself. We love if you think we're great women, time for you to think you're a great man. Not cocky, just confident. After all if you don't think you're a great man, why would we? Have something you love that you do, it'll make you happy and it'll give you something to share with us that keeps us intrigued. It doesn't have to be your occupation, just something you're passionate about. Relax. You don't have to be a Bible scholar, but have some desire to serve God. Chillax. Relax relax relax. Just be cool ice cold. We could write a series of books on body language. We're generally clear on interest. Nice is one thing. Notice the difference between nice and interested. Yes hard-to-get makes that a little more confusing.. but just chill. Promise you we'll give you a sign, a smile, a wink, something. Generally if you open your mouth and tell us you're interested we can tell you whether or not we are.
...to be continued
Just because I'm single does not mean I'm interested in you. Let us not forget the dude from the gym that was so pressed that he couldn't stop telling me about how he played for the Ravens and was friends with some lame celebrity, I don't even remember.
Dear gentlemen,
Be who you are. Think something of yourself. We love if you think we're great women, time for you to think you're a great man. Not cocky, just confident. After all if you don't think you're a great man, why would we? Have something you love that you do, it'll make you happy and it'll give you something to share with us that keeps us intrigued. It doesn't have to be your occupation, just something you're passionate about. Relax. You don't have to be a Bible scholar, but have some desire to serve God. Chillax. Relax relax relax. Just be cool ice cold. We could write a series of books on body language. We're generally clear on interest. Nice is one thing. Notice the difference between nice and interested. Yes hard-to-get makes that a little more confusing.. but just chill. Promise you we'll give you a sign, a smile, a wink, something. Generally if you open your mouth and tell us you're interested we can tell you whether or not we are.
...to be continued
Randomness: July
It's been a minute so things are going to be all over the place.
Glad so glad that I went to New Orleans this past weekend. I am upset that I used my plastic like I did because I have been doing well. It will be paid off soon though. I'm aggressive about my plastic payoffs. Me and my mom had a fabulous time. I loved it. I am upset because I was ate up by some beach bugs and they are getting on my nerves. Been doing pretty well though.
I feel uberly so much better now that I haven't been eating late the last few days. I'm not as sleepy during the day. I suppose that may be a side effect. :) Spending more time in my room which is wonderfully fabulous during sunset because the sun comes right in. It's gorgeous (thanks God!).
Oddness. I can't even explain. You ever known someone that gives you butterflies even when you talk about them? They contact you and the blood rushes from your toes? Yet you don't have the courage to say anything to them... It's the lamest feeling in the world. Although oddly these thoughts tend to lead to me being more productive in the things I know I need to be doing. Getting my finances together and spending more QT time with God.
Dave Ramsey!! He's my boo. You have to get on his classes. Even if you think you have your finances together. I had never heard of him before and then a friend of mine put me on and I'm SO on it! I've got to take control. Prov 22:7 The rich rule over the poor, and the borrower is servant to the lender.
MJ... so I haven't said anything about it. I was saddened by his death. All the memories of what I was doing listening to his music flushed through my mind. It was surreal when I heard it at work. I just kept shaking my head. Mercy. Still even now. Of course media raped his image during the last few weeks. I've heard there were great specials for him and things, I don't have cable... so a sistah wouldn't know. The memorial was beautiful. Nothing can be perfect, even for the King of Pop and greatest entertainer that ever lived. Hopefully people can get on with life. I pray for those that put more faith in celebrities than they do in their heavenly Father. My favorite way to remember him... learning dance moves. BFF totally brought that last night. Cracked me up. :) Love my Courtni.
At the beach Chip wanted to eat everything... so he did... smh. I tried to keep him from eating the crab (shells) and the fish heads (bones) but alas he did anyway. At one point I made him come over and I attempted to get hte crab out of his mouth because I didn't know if he'd choke on it... well... being overprotective is totally biting me in the finger. lol. My finger is still a bit swollen and there is a large ... wait for it... laceration on my finger. I should have just let him eat it.
Glad so glad that I went to New Orleans this past weekend. I am upset that I used my plastic like I did because I have been doing well. It will be paid off soon though. I'm aggressive about my plastic payoffs. Me and my mom had a fabulous time. I loved it. I am upset because I was ate up by some beach bugs and they are getting on my nerves. Been doing pretty well though.
I feel uberly so much better now that I haven't been eating late the last few days. I'm not as sleepy during the day. I suppose that may be a side effect. :) Spending more time in my room which is wonderfully fabulous during sunset because the sun comes right in. It's gorgeous (thanks God!).
Oddness. I can't even explain. You ever known someone that gives you butterflies even when you talk about them? They contact you and the blood rushes from your toes? Yet you don't have the courage to say anything to them... It's the lamest feeling in the world. Although oddly these thoughts tend to lead to me being more productive in the things I know I need to be doing. Getting my finances together and spending more QT time with God.
Dave Ramsey!! He's my boo. You have to get on his classes. Even if you think you have your finances together. I had never heard of him before and then a friend of mine put me on and I'm SO on it! I've got to take control. Prov 22:7 The rich rule over the poor, and the borrower is servant to the lender.
MJ... so I haven't said anything about it. I was saddened by his death. All the memories of what I was doing listening to his music flushed through my mind. It was surreal when I heard it at work. I just kept shaking my head. Mercy. Still even now. Of course media raped his image during the last few weeks. I've heard there were great specials for him and things, I don't have cable... so a sistah wouldn't know. The memorial was beautiful. Nothing can be perfect, even for the King of Pop and greatest entertainer that ever lived. Hopefully people can get on with life. I pray for those that put more faith in celebrities than they do in their heavenly Father. My favorite way to remember him... learning dance moves. BFF totally brought that last night. Cracked me up. :) Love my Courtni.
At the beach Chip wanted to eat everything... so he did... smh. I tried to keep him from eating the crab (shells) and the fish heads (bones) but alas he did anyway. At one point I made him come over and I attempted to get hte crab out of his mouth because I didn't know if he'd choke on it... well... being overprotective is totally biting me in the finger. lol. My finger is still a bit swollen and there is a large ... wait for it... laceration on my finger. I should have just let him eat it.
Life is beautiful. That's all. It really is. It can be as beautiful as you want it to be and as ugly as you hate it to be. I choose beauty. :)
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