I am going to do a spin off from my brother and sister-in-law’s blog/site. They have what they call Wordplay Wednesday, check it out at 7daybuzz.com. I am going to designate Thursday, or at least this Thursday, as a thought day and call this, Thoughtful Thursday. Here is my thought and I want you to come back and tell me what you think.

With all the talk about racial profiling and race issues, etc., how do you deal with being black in an environment where you see the “race card” used all the time! I work and live in a place where the percentage of minorities is extremely high, especially blacks. Recently I went on a trip with my boss. Unbeknownst to me until that trip, she is 1/2 white and 1/2 Japanese. I am not sure the people who work closely with her know that. I didn’t. It puts a different perspective on things. She then went from a white woman to a woman of color. If Obama – a half white and half black man – can be considered just black, surely I can think of my 1/2 Japanese boss as a woman of color. I had a beautiful time with her. She was lovely. But just this week, I hear whispers and backbiting and grumblings about her being prejudice. (heavy sigh…)

For me to use the race card, it really, really has to slap me in the face and be clear to call! I get so tired of hearing people say, she did that because I am black or you know if that was a white person, she wouldn’t have done that. I have repeatedly told people, “I like her and I don’t agree. I don’t believe that about her and she treats me good!” Maybe, just maybe if you were doing your work the way you were supposed to be doing your work, that wouldn’t have happened. Simple as that! And this particular boss isn’t the only one they say that about. It is a widespread phenomenon here at my place of employment and never ending! And there are so many blacks!!!

My question is:

• What will it take for little boys and girls to grow into big people who own their actions and cease from pulling out the race card?
• When will the card expire?
• Why are they still being distributed?
• Who is endorsing its continued used?
• Where does the card no longer have power?
• How long will it work?

I truly hope we as blacks can get over it and when situations arise, not go to racism as the first option and look at all the facts and possibilities before resorting to the race card.

How has my boss worked in the government system for 22 years, be one of the highest directors in the organization, maintained her promote ability status, do it all in an environment of about 65% blacks and honestly be prejudice?

Guess what, I’ve turned in my “race card”  for a mirror! It was a very eye opening and refreshing experience! Now, I own me and all my thoughts, deeds and actions. I encourage others to do the same!

Holla Back with your Thursday Thought.

Typically I don’t talk much about my family.  Many of you who come to kleverkathy and comment know me and my family make up.  My mother raised us not to brag too much, saying it gets on people nerves.  Well… today I ask your indulgence!  I had to share my grandson with you!  You might not think any of this is as cute as I do, and quite honestly, I don’t expect you too because he is mine and I am biased (just like the President ), but I wanted to share it with you anyway.

If you’re wondering, he is the smallest guy in the video and this is the conclusion to his first ever week of vacation bible school!  Grandmother loves it!  He was really not suppose to go because he is only two and it starts at age three but since he will be three in a month, they made an exception and he got to go.  He loved it!  So did I!  And then to see him singing up in front of the church with the big kids!  I could hardly stand it! 

This is an isolated incident.  I won’t force him down your throats too often but I thought this was the ultimate cute, so I shared! 

Holla back!

Did you go to church yesterday? I did. I really enjoyed myself. Living in Columbus, GA, home of one of the largest military post, fosters such an eclectic group of people that attend the church I go to. Yesterday, for the first time I heard the youth pastor preach. He is Mexican. He was fabulous. He wasn’t the best speaker I have ever heard. He wasn’t the most charismatic I have witnessed. He wasn’t the most gifted I have observed. But what he did better than anyone I have seen in a long is, get his message across without leaving any bases uncovered or any grey areas left to question.

He used a prop. He used a flashlight. He kept saying, this is a simple illustration and it was. A flashlight. He showed us how a flashlight was a flashlight but could not do what it was created to do without having batteries in it. He told us we were created by God but could not do what we were specifically designed to do by God with having Him in us. He stopped to put batteries in. You know the metal coiled spring inside? It gave him a little problem. He had a little fight with it. He got the top half way on and the flashlight didn’t work. Then he got the batteries in it and it still didn’t work. Why? There were two possible reasons: #1. He could have been using the wrong batteries (power source) or #2. He didn’t have them in the right way!

He knew eventually the flashlight would work. He knew eventually the flashlight would do what it was designed to do. He knew eventually the flashlight would have POWER! And it did! But not until he put in the right batteries and not until he put them in the right way! That is what we have to do! We have to put the right thing into our souls and spirit in order to have the power we were each customized to have! There is a plan and method to what God instructs us to do and empowers us to do! Once we follow that plan and have sought the power only He can bestow upon us, we will work!

Just like the flashlight, there are many things in our lives and in our core spirit that work against getting that power instilled within us. We might have family, friends, jobs, co-workers, husbands, wives, children, addictions, preoccupations, etc. that are like that spring in the flashlight! Things that won’t allow easy insertion of the device needed to make the flashlight function properly. Identically we have things that fight and hinder a quick and easy infilling of the holy-spirit into our vessel. The outside part of the flashlight we hold in our hand and see with our eyes is only a pretty case. Nothing on the outside is capable of enabling power. Nothing we do to that flashlight on the outside can make it work and bring light into darkness without the necessary power within! With us, no matter how good we think we are and how well we look or are put together on the outside, until we have the proper mechanism (Jesus) on the inside, we have no power! We have no power! We have no power!

The flashlight is one of the most powerful things you can have in the house when the electricity goes out and everything around you is pitch black. But what happens if you don’t periodically check the power/batteries? What happens if you don’t occasionally change the power/batteries? What happens if you don’t continually use the power/batteries? Acid/ugliness builds up! The light/witness goes dim! And eventually the flashlight no longer works/you are backslidden!

Once you get your flashlight to work/once we have the power within, just like the flashlight, we have got to renew, refresh, maintain and give due diligence to our power within, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!

I don’t know about you, but I enjoyed myself at church yesterday, did you?

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In today’s society of anything goes, it is a dirty shame that we are tapping our toes as we wait and wonder if they are going to let Michael Vick return to his job, career, livelihood and profession. I do not believe in stars or professional athletes getting by with crimes (dog fighting included) because they are famous and can buy their way out of situations, and he didn’t do that! He did the crime and he paid the time! He served his sentence and now he should get to hit the play button and resume his life!

I am a little unclear on whether Michael Vick and the NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell met Wednesday in New Jersey or are actually meeting today as scheduled. Either way, waiting is frustrating! I am not a football enthusiast per se. I do not closely follow the sport and I cannot tell you any stats on any players or talk like one of the guys, but I can tell you, no one person should have as much control and power over someone’s life/destiny as Goodell is getting over Vick’s. All I can say is Goodell had better walk the straight and narrow the rest of his days! If he slips up once and does anything, I pray one man doesn’t descend on him and decide his fate and the rest of his life based on one indiscretion. In my opinion, that is what he is doing to Vick!

I’m praying for Michael Vick! I hope he is back in place, doing his thing, entertaining millions next season. And I hope he is doing it with the team of his choice!

God’s blessings on you Michael Vick! Hang in there!

Holla back!

Enough is enough!

I know fads come and go. There are many I love to see come and equally as many I love to see go! These days, the one fad I would love to see go and never, ever come back is the drooping pants! So ghetto, out dated and over played! I am sick and tired of seeing rear ends! I blame so much on the south, Georgia in particular, but people, I feel like I am in the droopy drawers capital of the world!

Here I am, Sunday morning, on my way to church, all dressed up and I see a gang of guys walking. They are adorned in the loud t-shirts, enormous chains, the big tennis shoes of many colors (like Joseph’s coat), the caps on their heads (the kind you can only find in the tucked away, ghetto, strip mall, beauty supply shops), teeth blingage and then their pants falling down. Lord, it is a sight.

Years ago a preacher came to our church and she talked about the sagging britches. She said it originated in the jails and prisons and was the symbol for homosexuality. Wearing sagging pants was a gay man’s way to let the other gay men know he was approachable. If that is the case, the message was obviously lost in translation! The memo never went out! There is no way possible all the dudes I see walking around in the too big, sliding down the booty blue jeans, looking STUPID, are gay!

It is so ridiculous when I see a guy walking funny, almost like he is crippled, in attempts to keep his pants from falling all the way to the ground! It is even more ridiculous to see them walking around constantly holding onto their pants to keep them from falling off their bodies! And then imagine being behind one of them and the surprising astonishment when he slightly bends over and you see his entire back side because his (sometimes belted, sometimes not) pant is resting right below his butt cheeks! When you think about it, it has to be a sign of, at minimum, slight retardation. Who puts on a garment to cover a part of their body only to have it fall down or require constant tugging and an awkward way to walk? I wish there was a “Pull Your Pants Up” law!

Here’s the thing, what is the real benefit to dressing like this and more importantly, what is the real benefit to this ghetto/hip hop lifestyle? Seriously, other than ganstas (jail bound), drug dealers (jail bound) and rappers, who has made it big as a hip hopper? I looked up the term hip hop and this is what it said: a form of popular culture that started in African American inner-city areas, characterized by rap music, graffiti art, and break dancing. Ok, I’m not against rap music per se, some graffiti is nice and sends a nice message and break dancing is definitely an art form and entertaining but why oh why can’t the pants rest at the waist and be worn normally? Because still, in the name of hip hoppishness, the pants can be snazzy, jazzy, baggy, oversized in the legs, but please, buy your waist size and keep them cinched tightly!

I’m through. Pray my strength in the Lord on this one. I am so OVER this idiotic, foolish, unintelligent, ludicrous, nonsensical, silly, senseless, irrational, absurd, ignorant, GHETTOFABULOUS fad!

Holla back!

This was sent to me, along with many others.  It not only caught my attention, but stopped me dead in my tracks and made me read it. I am so proud of this young lady and have asked myself why others haven’t stepped up before now and said the same things.

It is a well written, well voiced cry out, from a 15 year old, young, black, articulate woman. It is lengthy, but powerful. Please try to read to the end.

Ms. Janitra Patrcik: Dear BET, Why Do You Hate Us?

Dear Debra Lee,

I’m Janita Patrick, a 15-year-old African-American female from Cincinnati. Recently, I watched the 2009 BET Awards and felt the strongest urge to reach out to the program. My family is of the typical middle-class variety; both parents and four brothers. See, I’m a junior in high school (got skipped), so naturally EVERYBODY in my age group watches BET. I’m used to seeing the sagging pants, tattoos, lack of emphasis on reading and respecting women that makes up your videos. People in my class live this out everyday, while teachers tell us that we’re acting just like the people in your shows.

In your shows. That struck me as odd, because I would think that with your show being the primary outlet for black entertainers and musicians, and considering the context of blacks in this country, there’s a social responsibility factor to consider. I would never blame BET alone for the way a great deal of my classmates act and talk and dress. Everybody makes their own choices. However, if anybody is aware the power of television on impressionable minds, it’s the people running the television operations.  If you are not aware, then perhaps you shouldn’t be running the operations.

Guess who watches your network the most? Not those who are intelligent enough to discern foolishness from substance, but those who are barely teenagers, impressionable and believing. It’s awfully cruel to plant seeds of ignorance in fertile minds. You know it’s really bad when the co-founder of BET, Sheila Johnson, said that she “really doesn’t watch it” anymore.

I am constantly fighting against the images and messages put forth on your program. What made you think that it’s okay to bring my classmates on stage to dance behind Lil Wayne and Drake to a song talking about boffing “every girl in the world”? Why does reality train wrecks have to thrown in our faces? Are you aware of the achievement gap going in inner-city African-American communities? A report from America’s Promise Alliance, a non-profit group started by Colin Powell, recently stated that 47 percent of high school students in the nation’s top 50 cities don’t graduate. (Fifty-four percent of males of color in Ingham County graduated from high school, compared to 74 percent of white males). This isn’t because of BET per se, but I don’t see any episodes on your show doing anything to counteract this disturbing trend. In fact, your show is a part of this cycle of media depicting us at our worst.

My older brother told me something about profit being the number one goal for every business. I’m not sure I understand what that means, but I do know that your shows have to be entertaining enough to generate viewers, which is how you make your money. But surely our culture is rich enough to entertain without anything extra to “boost” ratings; why the over-the-top foolery? I listen to classmates talk about Baldwin Hills like it’s the Manhattan Project. It doesn’t take much effort to produce a throng of degenerative reality shows, nor does it take much to eliminate socially conscious shows off the air. MTV isn’t much better, but since when does two wrongs ever make a right? It’s one thing for white television shows to depict us in a particular way, but for black television shows to do it is baffling.

Why do you hate us?
All of the values that my parents seek to instill in me and my brothers seems to be contradicted by a more powerful force from the media, and your show is at the forefront. Your network is the only network that features rap videos and shows exclusively to children of my color. I know that you have no control over the music that the artists put out, but you do have influence as to how you air these videos. I’m sure if a stand was taken to use the talent in your organization to actually crank out thought-provoking entertaining shows and videos, then artists will follow suit. Being that they need you as much as you need them.

There was one awkward segment in the BET Awards when Jamie Foxx singled out three black doctors-turned-authors, but the introduction was so powerless that many of the viewers had no idea who they were. Had they been introduced as Sampson Davis, Rameck Hunt and George Jenkins, three brothers who overcame major obstacles to become a success without the use of lyrics that berate women, the sell of substance that destroy communities or through raps about loose gunplay, then maybe my classmates would have come to school talking about more than Beyonce, T-Pain’s BIG ASS CHAIN and Soulja Boy Tell Em’s hopping out the bed.

But they weren’t introduced like that. It seemed like a throwaway obligatory tribute to appease some irritated fans. It missed the mark. Big time. Ask Michelle Obama if she watches BET or encourages Sasha and Malia to do so. Ask President Obama. It’s a reason he is the leader of the free world, and it isn’t because of Buffoonery Exists Today.

You’d be surprised how smart young black children can be with the absence of Blacks Embarrassing Themselves. If your goal is to deter engaged, forward-thinking articulate black minds, then consider your goal fulfilled. It’s hard-pressed to think that your shows are working to promote cultural betterment. However, it’s quite easy to conclude that the destruction of black children through the glorification of immoral behavior and rushed production is by design. Poison is being swallowed by every viewer who adores your network, and the worse thing is, these viewers – my classmates – are not even aware what they’re swallowing.

There is nothing edifying for black women on your show. I don’t judge people who do throng to your programs though; I mean, if a jet crashes in right in front of me, I’ll watch it too. That’s why I don’t flip by your channel…I don’t even want to be sucked in.
I have aspirations of acquiring a law degree and possibly entering the public sphere, so I can counteract conditions in my community perpetuated by the images on your channel. So I should thank you, because in a weird sense, your shoddy programming is the wind behind my back. And it is my hope that I can accomplish my dreams despite BET’s pictorial messages, because Lord knows it won’t be because of them.

Sincerely,
Janita Patrick

Wow… Holla back!

We’re almost to Friday!  Hang on! 

Here’s a story that caught my eye! 

Tell me: how much is one woman worth? What if she is a Countess and 30 years younger than her husband? What if she is drop dead gorgeous? (a matter of opinion)  Does any of that constitute asking for 99 million of your husband’s 329 million, most of which he earned before marrying you? Apparently Marie Douglas-David thinks so! Check this out.

He was 60, urbane and exquisitely upholstered in tailored suits and starched shirts. She was 30 and Swedish, as in drop-dead blond gorgeous. He was the fabulously wealthy former CEO of a high-powered manufacturing firm. She was a countess.

It was a match made in rich people’s heaven. But the divorce is straight from the ninth circle of relationship hell.

In 2005, three years after their wedding and after agreeing to separate, Marie Douglas-David signed a postnuptial agreement giving her $43 million in stock, hedge fund shares, jewelry, and properties in Sweden worth $4 million. But she says that because the couple reconciled for six months after they broke up, the agreement is void. And besides, she says, the postnup shouldn’t apply anyway because she was deceived into signing it.

Marie Douglas-David, a former investment banker, says she has no income and needs her 67-year-old husband, George David, to pay her more than $53,000 a week, more than most U.S. households make in a year, to cover her expenses.

Douglas-David has filed court papers showing she has more than $53,800 in weekly expenses, including: the Park Avenue apartment and three residences in Sweden, $700 for limousine service, $8,000 for travel, $4,500 for clothing, $1,500 for restaurants and entertainment, $1,000 to keep her hair perfect and her skin glowing and $600 for flowers to make the Park Avenue penthouse worth walking into.

Yes, we all buy things we don’t need.  Our play money could feed many starving children all over the world.  But many of us aren’t able to extensively play and demand a luxury life for too long before we would be broke!  No joke!  I can’t imagine anything so horrific this husband could have done, to warrant his wife asking for (among many others!) $600.00 a week to to purchase flowers to make her entrance into her Park Avenue apartment worthy of her presence!  Is any one woman worth all of that? Especially if she is not the one who earned the money and was only around for 7 years of his life! That’s some deep gold digging!

Holla back and tell me what you think about the expensive ex-to-be!

To read the entire stories go to: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/03/18/marie-douglasdavid-wife-d_n_176604.html and http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31919677/?GT1=43001.

Sweet Monday to you!

Daily, I receive a devotion written by a local pastor here in Columbus, GA, J.H. Flakes II.  To be honest, I don’t read every one, every day but I read this one and it spoke to me and I wanted to share it with you!

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Good morning, our devotion for today will be coming from Proverbs 27:6 “The wounds of a friend are trustworthy, but the kisses of an enemy are excessive.” Remember; wherever you are today meditate on this.

Notice in the devotional verse how the “enemy” is seen as the one giving the “kisses.” We still use that same terminology today, only now we call it “kissing up.” That’s an enemy for you. God’s not saying that we shouldn’t look for opportunities to be encouraging, that we shouldn’t be quick to say nice things that build each other up. But the person who’s always effusing these wonderful things non-stop is being cowardly in the matter of real friendship.

I’ll admit to you, this doesn’t really sound right at first. We think the Lord would be most pleased with us when we dish out the kindnesses, when we’re gushing with positive things to say. But no, the compliments or “kisses” of a friend don’t even get discussed here. The highest friend, the best friend according to God’s word is the friend who’s willing to be wounded. Yes, wounded. “The wounds of a friend.”

If you’ve ever been on the receiving end of an honest word from someone who truly cared for you, then you know how “trustworthy” those wounds can be. Sure, they can sting for a while, but one day we find out just how valuable they are. On the other hand, the friend who does the wounding must be prepared to be injured as well. If we tell someone something difficult, even a good friend is liable to respond with, “I don’t really want to hear this from you. What right do you have to point this out to me? Who do you think you are?” The answer is: “I’m a friend who loves you enough to tell you this hard thing even if you’re going to hate me for saying it.” That hurts. The friend who’s willing to be wounded in order to get a piece of information through to you is a real friend.

Proverbs 27:17 says, “As iron sharpens iron, so a man sharpens the countenance of his friends.” This is not two friends sipping milk shakes at McDonalds. This is intense. There’s friction involved. Backs stiffen. Muscles flex. Sparks fly. But the result is growth and character, depth and purpose, richness and beauty. It’s all the things a friend really wants.

How big of an investment have you been making lately in the lives of your friend? What could you begin doing to strengthen, sharpen, and challenge your friends? Have a blessed/wounded day!

Your brother in Christ,

J. H. Flakes II

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Do you think a true friend should be able to tell us ANYTHING, as a friend, or do you think there are boundaries, even for friends? 

Holla back!

“I don’t know anything in life harder than marriage!”…Angie

I have hesitated writing this post for sometime because no matter how many disclaimers I put on here or how clear I state facts, because I am the author, it is assumed, the subject matter I speak on is about me and my personal life. Well, let me try to put a disclaimer and say, this post is about me and the world at large! It is about you and you; all of us from the days of Adam and Eve until July 9, 2009. My reason for writing this is not about me personally per se, although I experience and suffer the same things the rest of humanity experiences and suffers, I am writing because any subject that continues to come my way and slap me in the face time and time again, day after day, becomes a kleverkathy topic! Today I am talking about relationships.

Although this subject can fit all types of relationships, right now I am speaking about romantic relationships; whether it is boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife. Two things on this subject: why oh why, do we as people, try to make others believe, especially when we first meet them, we have a solid, storybook, near perfect relationship? And the other thing, why can’t we treat each other with decency and respect?

If we have lived at least a couple of decades and have normal vision and normal hearing capabilities, we know storybook/fairy tale/popcorn and pink shoelaces kind of a love is not true! Doesn’t exist. Storybook is just that, storybook. IF happily ever after is achieved, it doesn’t come without battle scars along the way. LET THE RECORD SHOW: I do believe there are good marriages and happy couples but right now, I am speaking on “real” relationships.

Recently I met a friend. They told me they had been married 15 plus years and were happily married. You know deep within, my eye brow was rising in skepticism. Well… the more I got to know them and the closer we became as friends, (didn’t take me too long) I found, they are most miserable! Matter of fact, they are separated. Now why on earth did they smile with glee and lead me to believe they were Ward and June Cleaver? Walking around with an internal note pad in my head, I came to realize years ago, there is no such thing as Ward and June Cleaver! Doesn’t exist! Do you know any woman who is a “stay at homer” and wears pearls and high heels to serve dinner and vacuum and dust and clean the toilets? Nor are there any relationships that don’t: have the ups and downs, go hot and cold, swell to the mountains and dip to the valleys, and even at times, plummet to the depths of despair! Yet, because we all so desperately long for the beautiful Cleaver life, we will in hopelessness, with hopefulness, lie about it to others and even to ourselves!

As a woman who waited four decades plus to marry, I thought I had seen it all regarding relationships. Of course, growing up in church and being somewhat sheltered, I had seen a lot, but definitely had not seen it all. Even if I had seen it all, the one thing I couldn’t record in my internal notes without experience was the deep, intense, overwhelming and inescapable feelings connected with the covenant/commitment of marriage! Aaaaaaaaah! (had to holla right there!)

Today I talked to a woman who has been through it. Last week I talked to a woman who has been through it. Three weeks ago I talked to a woman who has been married 45 years and been through it. Person after person after person, been through it! My question for this post is dealing with the “been through it”. Why is it so hard to be decent in romantic relationships? I am not saying people have to stay together forever, but why can’t we all just be decent to that person we claim to love, or at one point in life, had claimed to love? Part II of this question, why is infidelity no longer the exception but the norm? And part III of this question, if partners aren’t happy, why don’t they just make a clean break, end things with dignity and move on? Why are we a “have your cake and eat it too” society with absolutely no regard for covenant, commitment, marriage, God or the other person?

I am not a cell phone that is upgraded when a new model comes out. I am not the station wagon that gets left in the garage when mid life crisis hits and the Harley appears on the scene. Yea, you might still drive me but only out of necessity and not for pleasure or joy. I still want to be highly regarded! I am not the comfort zone where you scratch, fart and burp, while her/his place is where you shine and show the best of what your mamma instilled in you. You cannot get so use to me that I become your verbal whipping board for everything wrong that ails you while he/she gets your pretty words, your mature grown up conversation, your kind listening ear, your smart intellectual interaction spoken in a “before I got married” gentle tone, that you stopped using six weeks after we said ‘I do”?

I am by no means just talking about what men do to women, because statistics says, women are rapidly catching up! But men are typically at the top of the leader board. I have played and quoted Ray Parker Jr’s song, A Women Needs Love, for my husband so many times; he could probably sing it in his sleep! But the truth of the matter is, one of the reasons I believe women do it is because they are retaliating. And I know a few who did the “retaliation cheating” but admit, it isn’t really in their heart, they just wanted to make him hurt like he made her hurt. Lord what are we doing…

Here is my last thought on this subject for now, until you comment and I hear what you have to say; there is no reason good enough to disrespect your partner, especially if you are married. There is not one excuse valid enough to make the person you love or used to love, suffer through your insecurities, low self esteem, lack of confidence, superficial need (they’re prettier/more handsome than you), desire to have your ego stroked, MID-LIFE CRISIS, grass hunting (the grass looks greener on the other side), etc.

Check this out… an affair is easy and most uncomplicated. You get to show them exactly and only the things you want them to see. You can always have your best foot forward. You stay on guard and don’t relax down to the real you. But once you introduce them to your bills/finances, lack of this, inability to do that, your bad kids that are 50% you and 50% your partner and ain’t feelin’ nobody else, and once they get a good whiff of your morning breath and see your love handles unclothed and realize, yes your poop does stink; you will be climbing back over the fence to “less green” grass. Let’s just hope someone still lives there… Fortunately, all grass has potential to be green and greener and greener, it is just a matter of how it is nurtured, fertilized, cared for, admired, loved, etc. Trust me, I know! I took great care of my yard but not every yard around me was as green. My neighbor across the street did her thing too but… we spent lots of time in our yards. We babied our yards and ended up proud of them and wanting to spend time out there looking at them. Same same with a relationship! Don’t you think?

My sister, who has told me a lot of funny, but true things, recently asked me; do we know ANY couple who hasn’t been affected by infidelity? Together we came up with about three precious, God fearing couples. lol. 

These are just MY thoughts. For all my haters, each and every thing I have said here, applies to me too! I have to look in the mirror and say to myself: either be true blue and do what you vowed to do, or make a clean break and leave everybody’s dignity in tack! I am not exempt from a relationship tragedy!

Holla back!

Ok, so I’ve been out of pocket and have been quiet for a few days but I am back! Happy belated 4th of July to you all!

Recently, I have had holiday conversations with many people and lots have said, 4th of July is their favorite holiday! I think people say that because there is no real cooking involved, other than maybe a pan of baked beans to go with the grilled hamburgers and hotdogs. There is no great expense like buying a turkey and all the fixings for Thanksgiving or the numerous gifts and food for Christmas. 4th of July is just a happy time, usually with good weather to go with it!  A time for a picnic with your nearest and dearest where you just sit and laugh and talk and enjoy one another’s company.  I think of it as a middle of the year time out!

I personally have a great fondness for the 4th of July because… it’s my birthday! That was pretty “klever” of my mom, don’t you think? I enjoyed this year with my family in South Carolina. I surprised them with my visit and must say, had a fabulous time! We had great food, great conversation, great fun, many many laughs and as usual, we broke out in song!  Our family get togethers are not complete without at least a few minutes of harmonizing to the gospel greats we grew up on!  lol.  Sunday night we capped it off with a trip to the beach and more friends and family fun.  All I can say is, there is absolutely nothing as satisfying as spending time with family and loved ones!  If you aren’t a “family” person, try it, you might like it!  Already, I look forward to July 4, 2010!

What did you do this year and what is your favorite holiday? Holla back!