Obama's Speech to students

Live reaction to Obama's speech (fueled by the fact that parents were pulling kids out)

First of all I would have LOVED to hear this on the first day! :)

Every one of you has something that you're good at, that you can offer. I think that's great. Some kids need to know that...

I like how he related the inventors... and he spoke of the iPhone in it. LMBO. In the same breath that he said vaccine. iPhone fanboys rejoice.

I do think that any kids that already aren't motivated and don't give a d*mn... this speech will mean nothing. For those whose minds are still being developed, who are impressionable... this will definitely motivate them.

If you quit on school you are not only quitting on yourself, you're quitting on your country. True story... although we do need someone to be the garbage man... he should have thrown that statement in there. lol. "...if you do quit, we do need garbage men, so you can pick up an application on the way out the door." I should write Obama's speeches. lol.

Nothing on the outside is an excuse for bad behavior at school. Get your act together! STFU! I love it... get ya stuff together. There are not excuses nigras! (@masterluke103).

For some students this is one of the only times they will really have someone speak to them to encourage them and really show them the success they can have. He's offering stories from different people who went through adversity.

Encouraging them to set goals. Totally great idea! Kids don't do that, and even if their parents aren't going to tell them this, now the President has.

I don't like how he spoke on the Harry Potter author... but eh.

I wish that he would have spoke to the kids that have everything handed to them. It felt like he was speaking to "urban" kids and not kids on the whole. Talk to the kids that just have things handed to them, or are doing well. Encourage those that are doing well to do better and reach back to others. I wish he would have done it in a sit down environment. Maybe slacks and an oxford. Actually sitting down. Not a dern podium speech, but that's something his handlers may have preferred. (@nathan0428)

He shouldn't have said Facebook developer... dude... that ninja dropped out of school... boy i tell ya.

I wonder what the atmosphere was like at school afterwards...

My thoughts have really changed after I saw it. That mug was so mild. Nothing was "political" like them fools were upset about. If I were to write them a letter it'd say this...

Dear parent,
I'm not sure why you pulled Sally out of school today, but I'd like to gain understanding. Is it because you were afraid of Obama influencing your kid to stay in school and do their best? Did you think he was going to talk about the war and influence your kid to join the military? Were you afraid that he was going to brainwash your child and have them brainwash you to vote for Obama for his second term?

Ok I could understand if you think that Obama is so outlandish in his views, you may have been afraid that he would take this opportunity while your kid wasn't under your supervision to hypnotise them. He's clearly that ignorant. Or even start a movement or what not. Clearly. After all, you are always supervising what they watch, listen to and do in life. You wouldn't dare let them have ANY bad influences in their lives. Don't forget to protect them from gay marriage and abortion. Pull them out of sex education too... they'll learn from the childbirthing classes after cheerleading practice next year.

Best Regards,
Alexis
OBAMA '12

Of course I'm being "extra". For those of us who were a little upset at these "dumb" parents for pulling their kids out of school, there are some things we should consider. For some of the parents it may not have even been about Obama's speech, just the fact that they could have another day of vacation after labor day. There may have been some conspiracy theorists that said that Obama was going to make them offer a pledge to Obama... (something I heard from a coworker that sound like a pile of malarky... sorry to say... why the Flip would that make sense?) They did the same thing to Bush Sr. when he did his speech back inthe day. They did more than pull kids out of school they actually had a hearing, criticizing him spending $26,000 on the broadcast. (Which actually is well worth it if you are talking about kids NOT dropping out of school.) I do see how it would be something I'd like to view with my child just so we can actually have a discussion afterwards. "so what did you think about it?" kinda convo. That would be a wonderful thing to do as a parent. In that regard, if ANY of the parents planned to approach it like that I think that's wonderful. Oh and also... by showing this in school it can stir up things in the students and teachers. In school they aren't supposed to be talking much about politics and this opens a can of worms. *thought: but THIS is not a political race... he IS the President* I know know I know... but it doesn't mean that those cans won't be opened. Kids were getting ISS after the inauguration for talking about the President, so I wouldn't put anything past parents nowadays. My 10 yr old cousin has had many debates on Obama with classmates. Some issues he is passionate about. If they show this in a classroom your kids are likely to hear the teachers political views, whether by their murmuring, demeanor or just flat out hear it. If you are for Obama, it could mean that as your child attends a classroom in the red state you live in they are bogged down with anti-Obama comments all day... just as soon as the political tensions finally were released.

It's hard to take it out of feeling like they are picking on President Obama. I just wish we all would be more objective. I think it's hard to do when some of the reasoning is fueled by him having strikes against him being a Black man AND a democrat. I mean they clearly would have preferred Palin, duh! :)

She got that gooood hair

So today one of my friends asked about the reality of "good hair" and "bad hair" today. Generally society has said good hair is something that is straight, easy, generally not the natural way we (black folks) have hair come out of our scalp. Bad hair is... pretty much bad hair is everything that is related to Black hair. period.

I got curious of the definition of bad and this is what i found.

1.	not good in any manner or degree.

2.	having a wicked or evil character; morally reprehensible: There is no such thing as a bad boy.

3.	of poor or inferior quality; defective; deficient: a bad diamond; a bad spark plug.

4.	inadequate or below standard; not satisfactory for use: bad heating; Living conditions in some areas are very bad.

5.	inaccurate, incorrect, or faulty: a bad guess.

6.	invalid, unsound, or false: a bad insurance claim; bad judgment.

7.	causing or liable to cause sickness or ill health; injurious or harmful: Too much sugar is bad for your teeth.

8.	suffering from sickness, ill health, pain, or injury; sick; ill: He felt bad from eating the green apples.

9.	not healthy or in good physical condition; diseased, decayed, or physically weakened: A bad heart kept him out of the army.

10.	tainted, spoiled, or rotten, esp. to the point of being inedible: The meat is bad because you left it out of the refrigerator too long.

11.	having a disastrous or detrimental effect, result, or tendency; unfavorable: The drought is bad for the farmers. His sloppy appearance made a bad impression.

12.	causing or characterized by discomfort, inconvenience, uneasiness, or annoyance; disagreeable; unpleasant: I had a bad flight to Chicago.

13.	easily provoked to anger; irascible: a bad temper.

14.	cross, irritable, or surly: If I don't have my morning coffee, I'm in a bad mood all day.

15.	more uncomfortable, persistent, painful, or dangerous than usual; severe: a bad attack of asthma.

17.	regretful, contrite, dejected, or upset: He felt bad about having to leave the children all alone.

18.	disobedient, naughty, or misbehaving: If you're bad at school, you'll go to bed without supper.

19.	disreputable or dishonorable: He's getting a bad name from changing jobs so often.

20.	displaying a lack of skill, talent, proficiency, or judgment: a bad painting; Bad drivers cause most of the accidents.

21.	causing distress; unfortunate or unfavorable: I'm afraid I have bad news for you.

22.	not suitable or appropriate; disadvantageous or dangerous: It was a bad day for fishing.

23.	inclement; considered too stormy, hot, cold, etc.: We had a bad winter with a lot of snow.

24.	disagreeable or offensive to the senses: a bad odor.

25.	exhibiting a lack of artistic sensitivity: The room was decorated in bad taste.

26.	not in keeping with a standard of behavior or conduct; coarse: bad manners.

27.	(of a word, speech, or writing) a. vulgar, obscene, or blasphemous: bad language. b. not properly observing rules or customs of grammar, usage, spelling, etc.; incorrect: He speaks bad English.

28.	unattractive, esp. because of a lack of pleasing proportions: She has a bad figure.

29.	(of the complexion) marred by defects; pockmarked or pimply; blemished: bad skin.

30.	not profitable or worth the price paid: The land was a bad buy.

31.	Commerce. deemed uncollectible or irrecoverable and treated as a loss: a bad debt.

32.	ill-spent; wasted: Don't throw good money after bad money.

33.	counterfeit; not genuine: There was a bad ten-dollar bill in with the change.

34.	having the character of a villain; villainous: In the movies the good guys always beat the bad guys.

35.	Sports. failing to land within the in-bounds limits of a court or section of a court; missing the mark; not well aimed.

36.	Slang. outstandingly excellent; first-rate: He's a bad man on drums, and the fans love him.

So I went through these and was thrown. I thought about how I grew up thinking there's good hair and bad hair and the way that my hair is was bad. According to whom? Who's to say my hair is bad? What standard is there?


Most of the definitions of bad are ridiculous. They make it just seem terrible. To call your hair, the hair that grows out of your head "bad" if that's how it naturally grows. Why should someone have to alter themselves every 2-8 weeks in order to have hair that would be categorized as good? Things like "inadequate" and "tainted" or "regretful". Mercy... have we really been using these for years? smh. Even if we don't say we have bad hair, we are always saying "she got that goood hair"... if you say someone else's is good... then there is a bad. One can't exist without the other. However on the other side of the fence, "disobedient" "causing distress", could very well describe hair in it's natural state.

I think it boils down to how YOU want your hair. If it's not what you want, it's bad, if it is, it's good. Simply put. I think it's important that we shift from just calling natural hair bad hair.

Digging further... pondering... when I had a perm I never once said I had good hair. It was what it was. It was easy, manageable and all that... but I'm not sure if I never called it good because it wasn't actually how my hair grew. There are so many ways you can look at it.

If we grew up as little girls and natural Black hair was "the standard" and accepted and cherished, would we still call it bad? If we celebrated the versatility of our follicles and explored the possibilities. Do women who grow up in predominately White communities generally find happiness in altering their hair whereas in predominately Black communities they enjoy naturals? How does media play a part?

Of course we see how they handle the light-skin/dark-skin thing... but look at hair. It's very clear that natural hair for a Black woman is NOT cherished on mainstream TV... and really not necessarily on our networks. The natural girl always has to be the one with the attitude, Black Panter-like and just so-so into her roots. Why can't the natural girl just be a woman? I think of Jill Scott on her Live album when she addresses this. In her song "Gettin in the way":

Jill: "'...Jill Scott she's supposed to be such a positive person' First off, I never said that. We have this thinking that soon as we see someone with a natural that they're automatically positive. I mean, come on... some days I am, some days I'm not. Human"

This makes me chuckle more now because I'm natural. I'm no different than I used to be. Actually I take it back... I am. I appreciate myself more. I don't know if that's due just to my hair being natural and all that comes along with it or with just growth period. I accept my forehead more now, I accept my "naps". There are times when I can't stand them... there are times when I want to slap a perm in my head... but I don't. I just love the fact that my hair is mine... it's mine.

*pondering* How can something that we go through on average, once a month... not have an effect on us. If not concisously, subconciously. As soon as we see a piece of a nap we are ready to get that liquid crack and slap it on thick. It's not good until it's essentially not really ours. What if we did that in other areas? As a hair follicle I would be offended if every time I decide to grow, I am thinking I'm doing you a favor... and you want to change me. Change...

In any state Black women change their hair. We don't wake up in the morning and just go. We do something to tame the animal unless it's in a style that doesn't require maintenance. Would we... as Black women be more accepting of ourselves and others if we were just "naked"? If we didn't alter our selves in any way and just were "ourselves" how would that change things? Or would it?

There have been times that I thought about there being a day when women just were just who they were. No fake lashes, no make-up, no weaves, no extensions, no girdles, no "good" facebook picture that doesn't really look like you look... just you... You. Beautiful YOU! How would it be? Or does that seem preposterous? And if it does... how happy are we with who we really are "naked"?





These is just thoughts... will touch on this another time...

Even how we have conditioned our men to accept our rating systems.

Ready, Set.... GO!

Ok I am a runnin feen. I got knocked on my badunk a week ago with a runner that was much more skilled than me and I REFUSE for that to happen again. I was through within the first half mile. Panting for breath after only about 1.6 miles. I was deeply disappointed in myself. Well... since then I refuse for that to happen again. That was due to poor eating and terrible workout habits. Due to my schedule I fell behind and... well whatever... kick them dern excuses to the curb. IM TALKIN ABOUT HERE AND NOW. Here and now I'm on my case. I've created a checklist for my workouts. I have signed up for a 10K that is in 2 weeks (and I'm so excited btw) and I'm constantly changing my background to some inspirational running picture. I'm on it. I have to be. One thing I live for is working out... but there's something special about running. smh... it's just a feeling. It's similar to how I feel when our team is told a play and I know that the ball is trusted to be in my hands to gain yardage. The look at the field and planning routes... the only difference is... I don't depend on a quarter back to have a decent aim or defense to leave a hole or anything... I depend on my legs. My count them, one.. two.., legs. You choose where you go, you don't depend on anyone elese, it's up to you to get your lazy bones out to go running. With Chip it's great because he gets to go with me. I look forward to wearing these shoes into the ground and needing a new pair. I look forward to Nike+ and running with my friends across the nation. I look forward to so much!! the pavement awaits. :)


Anywho. I'm geeked. I wish I could go running tonight, but I have yet to find a running buddy who will run with me consistently... Freak the excuses, I'll be running before prayer meeting.

Soo... uh oooh yeah I DO have a blog. lol

It's been way too long since I've blogged. Hmm what does one say? Twitter kinda does become a mini-blog. That makes me feel better about my nearly 11K tweets... which I'm sure are at 11k now... let me check.. 11060... yeah amazing. Not surprised though. I was addicted to FB.

For those that don't know what twitter is IT IS NOT WHERE YOU SIT AROUND SAYING "HI I'm sitting here picking my nose" and keep saying what you are doing. You do mention what you are doing, but you also have conversations. Generally the only time we (#thecollective) are on there continually saying what we're doing is when we don't have time to engage. Currently me @iceberg_slym and @MrDenham are talking about how lame Brett Favre is... this could go on all season... I suspect it will. You don't want to be on twitter? Stop talking about it like you know what it is. We can't help that if you tried it you followed lames, or you are a lame yourself. You WILL NOT UNDERSTAND twitter unless you're on there. #itsatwitterthang

Dear Snickers,

Every time I come to the wrapperthere's a bite out of you! Freakin A! Like seriously. I came into this store thinking that this was a brand new package. WTW? That's some malarky. I don't plan to share. I'd appreciate if you'd decide if you want to be ice cream, bite-size or king-size. I don't have time to figure this crap out. I'll wait till Halloween. And the treats are brought to MY door, without the tricks following behind you. I'll stick with my sorbet for now. It cools me down, after you've got me above room temperature.

Sincerely,
CandyGirl

*sigh* sooo... what else?

Oh so I was going to go back to school, but I refuse to pay for it in advance. We have reimbursement. Once I save up the money (due to my refusal to use a credit card for anything) I will go back. I would settle for this management degree... but I know I wouldn't apply myself because I could care less about the job I'm doing now... I want to do what God wants.

Running. I don't know where I would be without running. It truly makes me feel amazing. What's funny is that I run with people who are at a level behind me generally and this week I finally ran with someone a step ahead... well more like some miles ahead... and omg... like are you serious? My legs are still hurting and it's very necessary I run soon to get this soreness out. We were running and I was so gone... I was so mad at myself because I NEVER am that lame when it comes to running. Like I didn't even make it two miles. Perhaps it was because I didn't know the course, or not running in a few weeks, or my horrible diet that day... whatever it was it can't happen again. I was so embarassed. Not even for them, but for me. I was disappointed in myself. then we stop running... chat... and then they proceed to start running again... so we run... I thought I was going to die. like literally. I felt at one point like i was going to lose the Gladys and Ron's I ate earlier that day... But AS SOON as I finished I felt amazing! I felt so freakin amazing....

I LOVE RUNNING

So that's that. God is amazing. For those that don't understand. I tweet that... I tweet it because it's true... and whenever it's overflowing I try to tweet that. He is an amazing God.

I'm glad it's wednesday. I'm glad I'm headed to prayer meeting this evening. There are things on my heart. People that are on my heart... mercy... yes prayer meeting is so necessary.

Prop 8... everyone's talking about it.

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

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!*

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.

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...

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

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.

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. :)