I’ve been silent on Facebook for the past couple of days; but a friend posted this article of a fine young man I thought would make for interesting reading material. Not sure of his race but he does have some black in him. However, I guess someone has decided to do a fundraiser to pay this good-looking mans bail. His bail is set for $900,000! Wow! I know! Right! He is truly a bad boy indeed . . .
Well, I’m sharing the thoughts of another writer, that I agree with, about this young mans criminal rise to fame among the women because he is eye-candy:
You know there are some days where I’m embarrassed to be a woman. Today is one of those days. The mugshot of Jeremy Meeks has gone viral and the comments from WOMEN are vulgar and disgusting. On some sites his picture has gotten 45K likes and even up to over 200K likes.
His charges are as follows:
“The 30-year-old Stockton, CA convicted felon is being held on $900,000 bail for illegally possessing firearms and ammo, carrying a loaded firearm in public and criminal street gang activity. The specific charge is street terrorism.”
In addition to the comments on the picture, I’ve read comments of women stating the sexually explicit things they would do to him, how they love thugs and want to have his babies.
And we have the nerve to complain about the lack of good men! Apparently we aren’t looking for a good man. We want that thug love. That thug passion. The Bad Boy.
This is very telling of the state of mind that women have today. We are forward. We are thirsty. We are sexually aggressive. And of course this showcases another form of hypocrisy. We chatise Men for their reaction to women and their looks and here we are fawning over a criminal!
We’d be all over men if the roles were reversed. We’d call them dogs, berate them and of course remind them that this is why good women are being passed over but we are to busy passing ourselves to bad boys to notice the good men.
And if a criminal catches our eye and makes us lose control it’s very easy to see how we end up in dysfunctional relationships with multiple baby daddies. It doesn’t take much. Be attractive. Be a thug. Have no ambition but I’ll have your babies. ..then I’ll complain about the bum I laid down with knowing you were a bum when I met you.
Good men are an afterthought after we let the bad boys run through us. Give us children. Sit around our house while WE pay the bills. Get disrespected. Then after we have a high body mileage we want the good man. We want him to play Daddy to the children we had with the bad boy or bad boys. The same men we mocked we look for them to marry us.
So we look for the cream of the crop to wife up bottom feeders. And I say bottom feeders because we were fueled by our lower selves.
“One user has set up a Facebook fan page for Meeks, who is being held in the San Joaquin County Jail on $900,000 bail.”
This is what we’re willing to do for a CRIMINAL. ..but let our Baby Daddy be behind on his child support…we’d show him NO mercy.
I wonder how many people have heard the phrase “do not wear out your welcome.” Hum . . . I first heard the expression from my grandmother when I was young.
Back when I was once a kid, and a know-it-all, it seemed my late maternal grandmother would always say those words to my cousins, my siblings and me. I’m not sure how my family members took her wisdom; but back when I was a child I thought my grandmother was old, uncaring, uneducated, mean-spirited, and truly out of touch with the mental and emotional needs of the young. [chuckle]
I can remember as if it was yesterday sassing her for this or that. But nothing stands out more than the time she would not let me go over to my cousin’s house as often as I wanted. And, sadly, it was late into my adult years before I understood the meaning ‘do not wear out your welcome.’
As I’m looking back on things and reflecting upon how I dismissed her words of caution, I now understand why my life was filled with heartaches.
I hate to admit to myself but I deserved all the bumps I got from being hardheaded; and my self enlightenment really makes me feel foolish about things I had blame on others.
Well, any-who-how . . . It was by divine revelation I found the phrase in the Bible one day. I was shocked! It was amazing to read that God gives his children the same warning!
Seldom set foot in your neighbor’s house– too much of you, and they will hate you. Proverbs 25:17
The message I get from this passage is: don’t be so darn clingy! Get a life! Explore parts of your life without others. Enjoy family when can. And remember a bit of you goes a long ways.
I’m coming to terms with my granny’s wisdom. My grandmother has passed but her words live on. And each day that I live I think about her abrasive and unharness wisdom. I’m learning she was indeed the smartest woman I will ever know and most of all she loved me.
Recently, I purchased a new Amish love story by Kelly Long. She’s a new author for me. But I needed something to read and enjoy during moments of downtime. And the title Lilly’s Wedding Quilt intrigued me. So it was plucked off the shelf and placed into my basket with great anticipation for a romantic adventure. But my limited vocabulary has made it hard for me to enjoy the book. As I reflect upon my frustrations in having to stop reading to look for the meanings of words I probably will never use I find my behavior childish. Honesty, I feel my juvenile outlook during reading this book keeps me stagnant in building my vocabulary. So to keep me interested in reading what seems to be a great novel I have decided to use the words I do not know on Vocabulary Mondays.
Starts tonight! I’m pulling for the single mom in this show. I’m hoping she can turn things around as she continues to provided for children. I don’t have HBO; therefore, I can’t watch it. So, again, I wish this young woman all the best! For those of you that do have HBO keep me posted.
¹²While Jesus was in one of the town, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.” ¹³Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing.” he said. “Be Clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him. 14Then Jesus ordered him, “Don’t tell anyone, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer the sacrifices that Moses commanded for your cleansing, as a testimony to them.“
Lord, some people talk too much because they want other’s to hear their “know it all” speeches; then again some people talk too much because of nerves chatter; and, then, Lord, some people talk too much because of self-absorption. But this prayer is for those that talk to much because of emotional and mental pain that overflows into their daily conversations.
Lord, help the person that is in emotional or mental pain to see that you enter into their lives everyday. Lord help them to understand you know their spirits are filled with worries. Let them know Lord they are no different from the man with leprosy when it comes to your unyielding love for your creation. Lord, allow them to feel your presence; and gently convey to their spirits that you stand waiting to heal their brokenness. Lord, give them the words to ask in prayer for guidance and healing as they create a dialogue between you and them.
I am asking for you to do these things Lord because: I have found those that unwittingly share life experiences have been greatly wounded. And because of their sorrows I come humbly before your Throne of Grace. So, once again, Lord, I am asking for divine healing for those that talk too much as they try to ease their emotional and mental pains. Lord, I ask that they find a true friend in you. Lord, I pray that you begin to peel the layers of untold anguish from their unconscious minds. Exposing their raw emotions for what they are as you help them to deal with each heartache privately. For in lessening their spiritual suffering they can find hope. And in finding hope they will find wisdom in who to share your blessings among and their tribulations with.
It’s not a secret among my family and friends that I am a black Republican. Most black people who are Democrats ask me, “What the hell are you thinking?” And as usual I respond with laughter as they stand there ready to aggressively argue politically. Sadly they forget I have the same freedoms as they to choose whatever. However, this morning a friend sent me this video via email. I thought it was priceless and filled with humor. And I enjoyed the video for so many reasons. My only hope in sharing this video is that others will see the humor in political nitpicking. Have a great rest of the weekend everyone! –Annette
It has been years since I have used the word agapae. But I wanted to use it in a short message to a dear friend. Since I knew I had forgotten how to spell the word I decided to Google it. I typed the following within the Google search bar: agodbae, agodba, agotbae and etc. Yet, nothing I spelled gave me the correct spelling for the word I so dearly wanted to use. I was becoming frustrated. I even thought maybe I had learned a word that did not exist.
Let’s just say it took me forever to find the correct spelling of agape, but, nevertheless, I found it! And I used it! Hip hip hooray!
c.1600, from Gk. agapan “greet with affection, love” (used by early Christians for their “love feast” held in connection with the Lord’s Supper), from agapan “to love,” of unknown origin. In modern use, often in simpler sense of “Christian love” (1856, frequently opposed to eros as “carnal or sensual.
Thursday, November 28, 2013, was on and popping at 6:00 pm in the small town of Longmont, Colorado! For me shopping was at its best! And some people were at their worse! But the ill temperament of others did not stop me from having a great time. Let’s just say, I had way too much fun for a woman on a shoestring budget.
I tell you. My friend Debbie and I began planning our shopping strategy as soon as the stores released their ads. Actually it was more Debbie than I that made our shopping preparations. She is methodical. She is awesome! And I didn’t have a problem following her lead. And this year she had an extraordinary shopping game plan. Talk about divide and conquer! She had each side of Wal-Mart covered with shoppers. With Debbie’s strategic planning we were able to get everything everyone wanted [and then some]. What happened on Thursday, November 28, 2013, should go down in the records as the day shopping for Annette and Debbie was at its’ best.
What makes my friend amazing is that each year she plans and prepares a lavish dinner for a crowd. In addition to cooking a big meal for her family, she bakes pies and cookies for her local school holiday bake-sale, as she works 40 hours a week, drives an hour to work and an hour home every day. Once she gets home she cooks dinner! I know! She is superwoman! I don’t understand how she finds the energy to pull a 24 hour nonstop shopping spree on Black Friday. But her fondness of family makes her determine to buy gifts for her loved ones. And if she doesn’t buy them a gift she hand makes them a special gift. She is incredible. Me, I’m a wuss. I go home after 6 hours of grueling shopping and if I didn’t get someone a gift I just say, “Oh, well.” Just joking!
It’s amazing how Debbie and I become Black Friday shopping buddies. Because honestly I had stopped shopping on Black Friday’s mainly since I shop for a living. And when I am shopping for business I usually buy items for my loved ones for Christmas. So really there is no need for me to be out in the Black Friday crowd. But something happened. Debbie’s best friend who was her mother died in 2012.
Debbie is Caucasian [not that it should matter]. But it seems to me white people grieve differently than black people. Yet, despite the differences in grieving I knew my friend would feel the loss of not having her faithful shopping partner. Therefore, something within me was compelled to go shopping with my friend for 2012 Black Friday.
That year words weren’t spoken. But it was clear to see she was lost without her mom. And her loss and I with no need for a deal kept us out of sync. It is safe to write, we didn’t feel like a team because we had no reason to be a team. However, we did manage to enjoy each other’s company while standing in line. But this year was amazing! We were on one-accord. And! Oh! My! God! I was out of control! I was on a shopping high! It was as if the deals had an aroma of savings [something every penny-pincher likes]. Everything smelt financially sweet. Even the fifty inch and the thirty-two inch televisions I purchased. Laughter. And the funny thing is, I have no need for neither television; but, I am now the owner of two new flat screen TV’s because the deals were too good to pass up.
I purchased many other items but I must write the televisions were my best deals.
Did I meet hostility? You bet ya!
A woman was standing in line for a GPS system when she overheard Debbie giving me instructions to get some Sony DSLR Cameras and full HD Camcorders memory cards. First of all I was panicking. I had just gotten back from a run from the other side of the store. Worse, I was pressed for time and I was having a hard time locating the item Debbie wanted. Debbie kept pointing in the direction she thought the memory cards would be. I kept returning to her with a puzzled look. Finally the woman said, “There down there somewhere.” I thought to myself, “Down there where?!!!” Frustration was setting in so when I found some memory cards I stood next to them.
The minute 7:00 pm rolled around hands began gabbing. I was gabbing with the best of them. This woman that had her basket in front of the display was the recipient of a lot of memory cards she didn’t want. They were dropping into her basket as people were grabbing. Laughter. The funny thing about this story is: this little old woman put her basket in the line of fire thinking it would give her an edge. Her plan was successful in away. People were respectful of her senior status, but it didn’t stop the shoppers from reaching over her and grabbing items. As a matter of fact she didn’t have to grab memory cards for the camera she was waiting in line for; because, again, they were falling in her basket. All she needed to get was the camera. Talk about having good fortune! Yet, the downfall to her plan was that she had to wait till everyone got what they wanted from the display before she could leave. And because she couldn’t leave her maneuver with putting her basket in front of the display kept her in the midst of flying hands that were determine to get items of desire. As I am reflecting on the moment, it was clear to see she had never been to Black Friday, therefore, she didn’t know what to expect [mixed emotions]. Any-who-how . . .
After grabbing the wrong memory cards I notice the memory cards Debbie wanted minutes later for $9.99. So I rushed over to the display and grabbed the remaining. I was proud of myself. Sometime later the same women that pointed me in the direction of the cards gets in my face and moderately yelled, “I went to get some of those memory cards and they were all gone.” She looks down into my basket and then mouthed, “I guess you took all of them?” From her opposed words to her warlike body language I knew the situation could get ugly if I made an unfavorable move. And so I was inwardly willing to give her all the cards but I politely smiled and said, “Mam, how many do you want?” She looked puzzled. Her friend looked puzzled. She said, “I would like to have two.” I reached in my buggy, grabbed two memory cards and gave them to her. She smiled. Her friend began to give me compliments for having the spirit of sharing. I smiled at both the women. When I left the area I felt less intimidated by a person that feels like life has robbed her or withheld from her the things she wants or wanted.
Sincerely, I was glad I was able to diffuse an encounter that could have gone wrong on so many levels. And now that I am older, I realize that I have learned nothing is worth fighting for unless it is your life you are saving. Outside of that, I guess knowing and living by the proverb “If at first you don’t succeed try, try again!” And on that note, I hope everyone enjoyed Black Friday as much as my friend Debbie and I. And if you didn’t get what you wanted in 2013 on Black Friday it was not meant to be for the moment. But keep trying for the prize because it is worth striving for.