Mother Wit is described as: Innate intelligence or common sense.
And I concur, I can recall many years ago, many years, there was this young country boy that liked me, I was probably all of fourteen and he was pretty close to eighteen, umm hmmm....when I told him I wasn't interested and wasn't even allowed to date, he told me, "You will be sorry, you might be all book smart and sh@!, but you don't have any mother wit. One day you will be glad to have someone like me." Yes he did say that...honest and he didnt hurt my feelings a bit, because even at fourteen and as book smart as I could be, I definitely had mother wit to burn, my elders, family members, neighbors, teacher, et al. would often say it to me and look at me kind of funny when my back was turned, muttering, I am sure, 'That is some strange girl there, always with her head in a book, saying strange provocative things and writing in a journal of some type...hee hee...my godmother would shake her head and tell people, rather smugly, "Umm, she special, she can see things, she was born with 'a veil' over her face...Lord...
In less than six weeks, I am publishing an anthology with Dera Williams, entitled MOTHER WIT, Dera has written two stories and I will contribute three and what the stories all have in common is the bonds that draw mother and daughter together and the struggles that can separate them...
When I was born, until I was probably about ten, I was convinced my mama knew everything, she was the smartest, most beautiful woman alive in my mind, but, as life and hormones would have it, by the time I became a teenager, I was convinced she knew nothing...yup, there was a plethora of things going on in our lives and I felt surely I was wiser than her...Lord Help me...
When I became older I came to realize that she had forgotten more than I had ever known and that the differences in us as much as the sameness is what bonded us like glue and as women we could not have been closer as mother and daughter. And sometimes that is what sustains me...I have neither living mother or father and every now and then I feel it, just a bit, usually around holidays or when I am feeling a bit whiny...yeah I get like that erry now and then...anyway,
But one of the things I thank my mama, my aunt elouise and my godmother, ms. eva most for is allowing me to be me and stand on my own too...and imbibing me from the cradle with a passel of common sense that I got to marinate with my innate intelligence, in order to end up with MOTHER WIT...
BE PEACE...
angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
PUBLIC DISPLAYS...
Something that makes me quite uncomfortable, are public displays of foolishness, it is rooted deeply in me because I can remember many who were close to me, who I loved dearly were known for ‘showing out’ in certain situations. Usually, a family reunion, funeral or some such…because for a public display or foolishness, you need an audience…
There are many who consider me to be boldly outspoken, and I am at times, not as much as I once was, but sometimes…however, I am going to say anyone I know would be hard-pressed to find a time when I just acted up, showed my natural behind in public…don’t do it, leave a horrible taste in my mouth when others do it…and I know so many who take pride in being able to loudly and publicly dress people down, their little bit of fame…
Last night I was at a meeting and much of what was discussed involved money…and there are those factions who believe everyone is a thief and they want to accuse, call names and point fingers so that everyone know how they feel…even if nothing supports what they are saying other than the fact that they are saying it…horrifying…I spent a good deal of an hour quiet, even praying, and at time straight up horrified that people could stand in public forums and say rude and uniformed stuff without provocation…horrified…
My heart actually broke for them and I continually prayed, Forgive them Father, because they know not what they say…because surely, if they did, they wouldn’t have said it…and I also found myself also praying, ‘Let her or him, who is without sin, throw the first stone…’ which was entirely appropo..because so often when we point the finger or publicly accuse others of something, we privately know our own mess and as such should probably be a bit more circumspect in what we say or do…God knows I have my share of stuff to deal with and I decided a long time ago, that if I spend all my precious time on that I would have almost no time for anyone else’s stuff…publicly or otherwise, as my grandma used to say, ‘Before you talk about the trash in someone else’s yard, make sure your own has been swept clean…’
BE PEACE~
angelia
There are many who consider me to be boldly outspoken, and I am at times, not as much as I once was, but sometimes…however, I am going to say anyone I know would be hard-pressed to find a time when I just acted up, showed my natural behind in public…don’t do it, leave a horrible taste in my mouth when others do it…and I know so many who take pride in being able to loudly and publicly dress people down, their little bit of fame…
Last night I was at a meeting and much of what was discussed involved money…and there are those factions who believe everyone is a thief and they want to accuse, call names and point fingers so that everyone know how they feel…even if nothing supports what they are saying other than the fact that they are saying it…horrifying…I spent a good deal of an hour quiet, even praying, and at time straight up horrified that people could stand in public forums and say rude and uniformed stuff without provocation…horrified…
My heart actually broke for them and I continually prayed, Forgive them Father, because they know not what they say…because surely, if they did, they wouldn’t have said it…and I also found myself also praying, ‘Let her or him, who is without sin, throw the first stone…’ which was entirely appropo..because so often when we point the finger or publicly accuse others of something, we privately know our own mess and as such should probably be a bit more circumspect in what we say or do…God knows I have my share of stuff to deal with and I decided a long time ago, that if I spend all my precious time on that I would have almost no time for anyone else’s stuff…publicly or otherwise, as my grandma used to say, ‘Before you talk about the trash in someone else’s yard, make sure your own has been swept clean…’
BE PEACE~
angelia
Monday, June 28, 2010
So D@ Presumptuous...
People are so presumptuous, I am utterly amazed, time and again by how many people who think it is their God-given right to weigh in on what other grown folks should do…amazed…case in point, I have friends and family who think that what I do or don’t do with my hair is their business…is I grow it long, there are those who think I should cut it short, umm hmm because they think I look better with it short, if I cut it short there are those who genuinely think I need them to tell me it should have been left longer or I should have cut it even shorter…umm hmm, a few months ago I tried to loc my hair, it didn’t work well and frankly I didn’t like how I looked, so I said, ummm noo…immediately there were suggestions of add hair and make it work…no thanks…that is most def, not me…can’t see paying for hair when in six months I can grow several inches, to each his own…you do your thing, I got me…then here is the one that slayed me, someone said, I just couldn’t stand being ‘natural’ HELLLLLOOOOOOOO, are you kidding me, I have not had a chemical anywhere near my head in 22 years…now natural do I need to be, or is the fact that my hair curls of it’s own volition, not seem natural to those whose hair doesn’t…come on people…
Then there are those who felt it was thier business to take exception because my grandbaby calls me Nana instead of grandma, they felt it actually had something to do with them and they took it upon themselves to say, ‘there is nothing wrong with grandma…’ are you kidding me, when did what goes on between me and my grandbaby become anyone one’s business other than ours and her parents…surely people have more to do than be concerned about that…
Now I got to get to my church folk, so many feel they should tell the Pastor what to preach how to preach and when to preach, not only that, they have determined that how the Pastor’s wife dresses is their personal business…are you serious?
The presumptuousness of people is too much for me…I truly don’t care how people wear they hair, what their husbands or grandchildren call them, what the Pastor preaches as long as it is true to the Word of God is okay with me…people really need to get them some…business…to be sure…
Angelia
Then there are those who felt it was thier business to take exception because my grandbaby calls me Nana instead of grandma, they felt it actually had something to do with them and they took it upon themselves to say, ‘there is nothing wrong with grandma…’ are you kidding me, when did what goes on between me and my grandbaby become anyone one’s business other than ours and her parents…surely people have more to do than be concerned about that…
Now I got to get to my church folk, so many feel they should tell the Pastor what to preach how to preach and when to preach, not only that, they have determined that how the Pastor’s wife dresses is their personal business…are you serious?
The presumptuousness of people is too much for me…I truly don’t care how people wear they hair, what their husbands or grandchildren call them, what the Pastor preaches as long as it is true to the Word of God is okay with me…people really need to get them some…business…to be sure…
Angelia
Saturday, June 26, 2010
It's MY Thang...
It's your thang, do what you wanna do, I can't tell you who to sock it too... Back in the day when I first heard the Isley Brothers sing that I went' OOO hoooo...I was young and that sounded, well umm nasty, and nasty was good...hee hee...
Anway this year I have given serious thought to what is my thang...I am married 32 years and I looooves him, I have two grown sons and I love them, the most precious granddaughter ever birthed and I love her...I have family and friends and I love them, have a darn good job for the past eleven years and most days I like it lots...but what is MY thang...well I will tell you...
My Thang is writing and reading...I have been reading for near on fifty years, at the ripe old age of four, I started reading and could not stop...
Have actually been writing almost as long, have been a mad journaller, but what really prepared me for writing books is the stories that were in my head...
Those stories provided me with calm in many a storm and took me away at times from bleak existences...
When I decided to put myself out there four and a half years ago and actually publish my work...I was so skurred...but I hung in there, continued to do my thang, and here I am now, nine books, yes nine books later and people are deciding that I have something to say...
Is that important, yes and no...
Yes because to do this thing called publishing your work, the intent is to have someone read it and appreciate...real talk,
But no because I would do it anyway...
But I am so grateful that such a mix and cross-section of people, have decided that be it fiction or non-fiction, I have something to say...THANKS TO GOD~
Is it as many as I would like or as many as it WILL be...
No not yet, but I am patient and as sure as I know God loves me,
It will happen,
And I will continue to do MY THANG...
PEACE~
angelia
Anway this year I have given serious thought to what is my thang...I am married 32 years and I looooves him, I have two grown sons and I love them, the most precious granddaughter ever birthed and I love her...I have family and friends and I love them, have a darn good job for the past eleven years and most days I like it lots...but what is MY thang...well I will tell you...
My Thang is writing and reading...I have been reading for near on fifty years, at the ripe old age of four, I started reading and could not stop...
Have actually been writing almost as long, have been a mad journaller, but what really prepared me for writing books is the stories that were in my head...
Those stories provided me with calm in many a storm and took me away at times from bleak existences...
When I decided to put myself out there four and a half years ago and actually publish my work...I was so skurred...but I hung in there, continued to do my thang, and here I am now, nine books, yes nine books later and people are deciding that I have something to say...
Is that important, yes and no...
Yes because to do this thing called publishing your work, the intent is to have someone read it and appreciate...real talk,
But no because I would do it anyway...
But I am so grateful that such a mix and cross-section of people, have decided that be it fiction or non-fiction, I have something to say...THANKS TO GOD~
Is it as many as I would like or as many as it WILL be...
No not yet, but I am patient and as sure as I know God loves me,
It will happen,
And I will continue to do MY THANG...
PEACE~
angelia
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
No Weeping While You Work?
I have a confession to make, when it comes to crying women, especially at work, I am like a man, I don’t know what to do…am puzzled and befuddled. I totally understand how a good cry cleanses the soul and makes us feel better, but what I also understand is that the male species often feels paralyzed by a woman’s tears in the most intimate of situations and surely don’t know what to do when it happens at work…
I deal with a few women who get weepy when things aren’t going as they would have them go, or if lo and behold I say something like, “Come on, we are here to work not socialize, or rights are not privileges…” I see the full eyes and trembling lips or downturned mouths and think, ‘Damn, what do I say or do’…mostly I just stare uncomfortably until they go away…knowing that later they will come back and I will have to say something…sheesh…
Now, don’t be fooled there are times when I have wanted to weep while I worked, but I chose to not do that, didn’t want anyone to feel as though they had to console me or make me feel better, that is not work’s responsibility. I can recall when my mama was terminally ill, when I felt the desire to weep, I went to my car, or the restroom or home…or when sitting at my desk and work is piling up like Mount Everest, and that has happened a lot lately, I listen to music while doing all I can with my door closed…because what I know for sure is that we can’t on the one hand ask to be treated as equals but on the other hand melt into a puddle of tears and expect to be treated special. Unfortunately it is either one or the other…sorry…
It’s really funny because there are those in my family who think I am the softest of the bunch, because within the confines of family if something is sad or I am realllllly mad, you will see my tears…but them’s my peeps…otherwise, I suck it up, or take it away from there, because while I want to be paid for what I do and promoted accordingly, I have no expectations of being treated any differently than the guys are being consoled at the job place…
You can blame the women in my family, they were women who lived, loved and worked hard. But there wasn’t a weeper amongst them. Maybe they cried with their men, or late at night, or during a nice song at church…but I know they didn’t weep while they worked and didn’t allow us to either…not saying either way is right or wrong, just RAMBLING…
Angelia
http://angeliamenchan.com
I deal with a few women who get weepy when things aren’t going as they would have them go, or if lo and behold I say something like, “Come on, we are here to work not socialize, or rights are not privileges…” I see the full eyes and trembling lips or downturned mouths and think, ‘Damn, what do I say or do’…mostly I just stare uncomfortably until they go away…knowing that later they will come back and I will have to say something…sheesh…
Now, don’t be fooled there are times when I have wanted to weep while I worked, but I chose to not do that, didn’t want anyone to feel as though they had to console me or make me feel better, that is not work’s responsibility. I can recall when my mama was terminally ill, when I felt the desire to weep, I went to my car, or the restroom or home…or when sitting at my desk and work is piling up like Mount Everest, and that has happened a lot lately, I listen to music while doing all I can with my door closed…because what I know for sure is that we can’t on the one hand ask to be treated as equals but on the other hand melt into a puddle of tears and expect to be treated special. Unfortunately it is either one or the other…sorry…
It’s really funny because there are those in my family who think I am the softest of the bunch, because within the confines of family if something is sad or I am realllllly mad, you will see my tears…but them’s my peeps…otherwise, I suck it up, or take it away from there, because while I want to be paid for what I do and promoted accordingly, I have no expectations of being treated any differently than the guys are being consoled at the job place…
You can blame the women in my family, they were women who lived, loved and worked hard. But there wasn’t a weeper amongst them. Maybe they cried with their men, or late at night, or during a nice song at church…but I know they didn’t weep while they worked and didn’t allow us to either…not saying either way is right or wrong, just RAMBLING…
Angelia
http://angeliamenchan.com
Monday, June 21, 2010
Are YOU Impressed, Yet?
At the risk of sounded jaded, it is really hard to impress me…if you talk to me about how many degrees you have, how much money you earned, what your kids have accomplished, I will be happy for you…but not impressed…because I have discovered that people who start regaling you with all that stuff right off the bat are trying too hard to impress…case in point, recently I saw someone, who I hadn’t seen in many, many years and within the space of five minutes, and it may have been four, they told me their mate’s accomplishments, their children’s and slipped in how they lived a life of leisure. I didn’t know what to do with the information, so I wrapped my arms around them and gave them a hug, while exhaling…because I knew that for some reason, that still remains mysterious, they wanted to impress me…
Now, sometimes I hear conversations or see or read things that do leave me impressed, elderly women who go to hospitals and rock the babies with aids, missionaries who go into areas locally and abroad and place their very lives at risk to assist and provide care to disenfranchised people, folk who can work all day in the scorching heat outside, to provide food, clothing and shelter for their children…those things I find very impressive…
I am always happy for people who are getting their heart desires met…graduating college, buying their first home, getting promoted…I think all those are wonderful things, just not things that I measure people by or really care all that much about. Someone made mention that I had accomplished a lot of stuff…and that they were impressed…
I told them not to be, that most of what has occurred in my life have been straight-up blessings and that I just happened to be Blessed over and over again….that seems to frustrate people…one day I was standing in line with a friend at lunch and it really pizzed her off that I wasn’t more thrilled by the young lady who had recognized me and told me about loving my books…I told her I was thrilled, down to my very essence an d pleased that someone took the time to read my work…but on the other hand I am a realist and know for a fact that being impressed by people is fleeting because all a person has to do is have one personal transgression and those who will stop being impressed are many…
So while I am happy for any and everything you accomplish and have…there is never a need to impress me, because if I am feeling you, I am feeling you…accomplishments, not withstanding…
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
Now, sometimes I hear conversations or see or read things that do leave me impressed, elderly women who go to hospitals and rock the babies with aids, missionaries who go into areas locally and abroad and place their very lives at risk to assist and provide care to disenfranchised people, folk who can work all day in the scorching heat outside, to provide food, clothing and shelter for their children…those things I find very impressive…
I am always happy for people who are getting their heart desires met…graduating college, buying their first home, getting promoted…I think all those are wonderful things, just not things that I measure people by or really care all that much about. Someone made mention that I had accomplished a lot of stuff…and that they were impressed…
I told them not to be, that most of what has occurred in my life have been straight-up blessings and that I just happened to be Blessed over and over again….that seems to frustrate people…one day I was standing in line with a friend at lunch and it really pizzed her off that I wasn’t more thrilled by the young lady who had recognized me and told me about loving my books…I told her I was thrilled, down to my very essence an d pleased that someone took the time to read my work…but on the other hand I am a realist and know for a fact that being impressed by people is fleeting because all a person has to do is have one personal transgression and those who will stop being impressed are many…
So while I am happy for any and everything you accomplish and have…there is never a need to impress me, because if I am feeling you, I am feeling you…accomplishments, not withstanding…
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Revealing Feelings...
I rarely have pity parties…I find them, umm pitiful…however yesterday I may have had one, I left work after nine hours…got in my car, and it was hot…over a 100 degrees…me and heat are not best friends, but I drove on, got home and was enveloped in the cool comfort of home, spoke to my man…and sat on the bed listening to thunder, lightning and rain…and felt a bit melancholy…because it occurred to me that I have a number of people who I love, love, love…and I rarely if ever hear from them, in a routine manner, no how are you doing emails, texts or phone calls…UNLESS…the bottom is falling out of their lives, if they are broke, needy or distressed…brnnnng, brnnng goes my phone…otherwise, I have to reach out and touch them…I know my own advice would be to relax and let them go, but, sometimes…and these are people who aren’t really going anywhere, they are part and parcel of my life…
I think that what sometimes happens with those of us who are always doing…that other think we don’t need anything…they see that we have a lot and are BLESSED beyond measure…but check this out, no matter how much we have or how Blessed we are, we still want to hear from people we love and who profess to love, love us…
The other day, I received an email from someone who I only know through cyberspace, but she really touched me, she thanked me for sending her a book in exchange for a review…then told me, “I am going to send you your money, you deserve to be paid for your work…” Seems like a small thing, but it was huge for me, because things like that rarely happen in my life…rarely…made me think…
Anyway, by the time my man got home last night and we snuggled for a bit, had a light dinner and laughed a while, I felt better…he does that for me…he asked me if I felt better…he knows me, but anyway I asked him what he meant, he said, “Oh I can tell when you have one of those days…” I smiled because he can and he does, and I thank God for him, because he absolutely gets that every now and then, superwoman likes a ‘Hello, how are you, I was just thinking about you…’ for real…
BE PEACE~
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
I think that what sometimes happens with those of us who are always doing…that other think we don’t need anything…they see that we have a lot and are BLESSED beyond measure…but check this out, no matter how much we have or how Blessed we are, we still want to hear from people we love and who profess to love, love us…
The other day, I received an email from someone who I only know through cyberspace, but she really touched me, she thanked me for sending her a book in exchange for a review…then told me, “I am going to send you your money, you deserve to be paid for your work…” Seems like a small thing, but it was huge for me, because things like that rarely happen in my life…rarely…made me think…
Anyway, by the time my man got home last night and we snuggled for a bit, had a light dinner and laughed a while, I felt better…he does that for me…he asked me if I felt better…he knows me, but anyway I asked him what he meant, he said, “Oh I can tell when you have one of those days…” I smiled because he can and he does, and I thank God for him, because he absolutely gets that every now and then, superwoman likes a ‘Hello, how are you, I was just thinking about you…’ for real…
BE PEACE~
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
Monday, June 14, 2010
MY Journey
This morning, as I was driving in, I thought about this book journey I have been on for the past five years, starting writing with fervor in ’05, vanity published my first book Black’s Obsession, January 2006 and has since published, two non-fiction books, two anthologies, one young adult, and four fiction titles, no bestsellers yet, at least by no one’s estimation but my own…
As hard as it is for people to accept , I was working on a ‘body of work’ moreso than anything else, because one thing I KNOW is that what God dreams for me is bigger than anything I can dream for myself…I recall when I started this job eleven years ago, I simply wanted to make two grades higher then work until I retired…God decided that six grades higher would be better for me…
When I started writing I decided if I can just write one book, I will die happy, God brought me through several transitions with books, allowing me to make many mistakes and bad decisions and one day I wrote a little book entitled, Ramblings, and hello, it started me on a different path without me having to do anything…
Someone told me years ago, that praying would get me no where…that asking God wasn’t gonna cut it, put having a plan would…I got what they were saying on a purely intellectual level, but I knew that my blessings didn’t flow from intellect and that what I needed to do was stay in prayer about it and work fervently and listen every time God warned me that I was veering off path…and I did, and it works…
I don’t believe in overnight anything…everything I have and that I will have will always come through God’s grace, fervent prayer, patience and the little bit that I do..
Be Peace~
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
As hard as it is for people to accept , I was working on a ‘body of work’ moreso than anything else, because one thing I KNOW is that what God dreams for me is bigger than anything I can dream for myself…I recall when I started this job eleven years ago, I simply wanted to make two grades higher then work until I retired…God decided that six grades higher would be better for me…
When I started writing I decided if I can just write one book, I will die happy, God brought me through several transitions with books, allowing me to make many mistakes and bad decisions and one day I wrote a little book entitled, Ramblings, and hello, it started me on a different path without me having to do anything…
Someone told me years ago, that praying would get me no where…that asking God wasn’t gonna cut it, put having a plan would…I got what they were saying on a purely intellectual level, but I knew that my blessings didn’t flow from intellect and that what I needed to do was stay in prayer about it and work fervently and listen every time God warned me that I was veering off path…and I did, and it works…
I don’t believe in overnight anything…everything I have and that I will have will always come through God’s grace, fervent prayer, patience and the little bit that I do..
Be Peace~
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
What I REALLY Do!
What I do for a living is pretty simple, cut and dry, I am a fiscal officer, which basically means I deal with all things financial, budget and contracting for my office…under my umbrella is also bits and pieces of human capital and personnel management and a few non-identifiable tasks…but mostly it is what it is…it is what I do…
However, there is a component of my job that is not found in any job description, and that is the be the bearer of hard truths and the dispensing of common sense…I have been doing this for eleven years and there are some who were here when I got here and a few that have come since…and I cannot tell you how often at some point in the day, one or some are standing in my door complaining about unfair things are or are saying something doesn’t make sense…and I have to spew Angeliaisms…
“Fair has nothing to do with getting our work done…”
“Rules and regulations are what they are and we are mandated to live by them.”
“This is not your living room, please keep your personal business up out of here, if people are talking about you, it is because of what you first told.”
“Business is business and personal is personal…”
And my standard one…all time favorite…
“Just because you were allowed to do something one time, does not change if from being a privilege, getting to do special things is not a right and the rules apply to all of us, bar none…”
That my friends is what I do…I have wondered why, more than once and can only conclude that is must be part of my mission…#sighing# and the beat goes on…
BE PEACE…
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
However, there is a component of my job that is not found in any job description, and that is the be the bearer of hard truths and the dispensing of common sense…I have been doing this for eleven years and there are some who were here when I got here and a few that have come since…and I cannot tell you how often at some point in the day, one or some are standing in my door complaining about unfair things are or are saying something doesn’t make sense…and I have to spew Angeliaisms…
“Fair has nothing to do with getting our work done…”
“Rules and regulations are what they are and we are mandated to live by them.”
“This is not your living room, please keep your personal business up out of here, if people are talking about you, it is because of what you first told.”
“Business is business and personal is personal…”
And my standard one…all time favorite…
“Just because you were allowed to do something one time, does not change if from being a privilege, getting to do special things is not a right and the rules apply to all of us, bar none…”
That my friends is what I do…I have wondered why, more than once and can only conclude that is must be part of my mission…#sighing# and the beat goes on…
BE PEACE…
Angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
Thursday, June 3, 2010
OOPS, UPSIDE MY HEAD~
Yesterday when I got home, I was feeling pretty perky, okay not perky, but okay, it was hot outside, I had only worked 8 hours instead of the usual 10-12, I had been working lately and I stopped for a frozen coffee…walking in I saw the red light blinking on the phone and it was my doctor, sitting the coffee, a large, down; I checked the message and was told to call in, my blood results were in…sheesh…
After speaking to the doctor, I was told that my blood sugar was elevated and I needed to come in for more blood work…okay…all of a sudden my iced, sugary coffee wasn’t so appealing…of course I researched it and could see that I had all the symptoms of elevated blood sugar, hypoglycemia if you will, tired, frequent urination, unable to get enough to drink…double sheesh…
So immediately I prayed about it, poured out my sugary coffee and planned to revamp my eating game…I eat very healthy, but I have a huge problem with sugary drinks, coffee, cola and frozen juice drinks, I could live on them when it is hot outside…but you know what…I know when to say when…
Ironically I had already stepped up my exercise game, so I will be cutting out all those sugary drinks and unrefined carbs…haven’t even been to the doctor yet, but I know what is up…
This has also made me reevaluate my whole game plan…I know I need to focus on what I must do and what I really want to do, the other stuff will have serious curb time…
So henceforth my goal is to pray, love, work on what I must and rest, relax and enjoy my blessed life…
Angelia
After speaking to the doctor, I was told that my blood sugar was elevated and I needed to come in for more blood work…okay…all of a sudden my iced, sugary coffee wasn’t so appealing…of course I researched it and could see that I had all the symptoms of elevated blood sugar, hypoglycemia if you will, tired, frequent urination, unable to get enough to drink…double sheesh…
So immediately I prayed about it, poured out my sugary coffee and planned to revamp my eating game…I eat very healthy, but I have a huge problem with sugary drinks, coffee, cola and frozen juice drinks, I could live on them when it is hot outside…but you know what…I know when to say when…
Ironically I had already stepped up my exercise game, so I will be cutting out all those sugary drinks and unrefined carbs…haven’t even been to the doctor yet, but I know what is up…
This has also made me reevaluate my whole game plan…I know I need to focus on what I must do and what I really want to do, the other stuff will have serious curb time…
So henceforth my goal is to pray, love, work on what I must and rest, relax and enjoy my blessed life…
Angelia
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Marriages Ending?
Yesterday when I heard about Al and Tipper Gore's forty year marriage ending, I wasnt nearly as shocked as many said they were...I guess because it seems to be quite common amongst couples married over twenty years or more, these days,
Sad but true...
I was surprised a bit though, but not shocked because while I know there are no perfect marriages, forty years indicate some love, some commitment...who knows,
I dont even plan to speculate further about it, because it was really only a lead in to what I really want to talk about,
And that is Personal Independence within a marriage,
One thing for sure is this, Tipper can take care of Tipper,
She will have some of Al's money,
But at the end of the day, with or without it, she is viable and can take care of Tippper and I applaud that,
Because in this country when men leave women,
Many, too many women still end up living in poverty,
And that is so avoidable,
We must make ourselves viable,
Able to earn our way and sustain ourselves and our children if necessary,
There is a woman I know whose marriage ended after almost thirty years and she was left destitute...
Now this is not a woman with children at home,
But in fact a woman who was just UNPREPARED...
One day we were talking and she made the comment,
"You could end up like me..."
I told her this, "I sure could end up divorced, but as long as God pumps blood in my body I can and will be able to support me, live just fine and buy shoes..." Because I was taught by a long line of women that it is wonderful to be taken care of but that as a woman, a black woman, I need to be able to take care of myself...
And God knows, I pray everyday that my man never decides to leave home, but while praying for that, I am working, learning, reinvinting and taking care of me...
BE BLESSED...
angelia
Sad but true...
I was surprised a bit though, but not shocked because while I know there are no perfect marriages, forty years indicate some love, some commitment...who knows,
I dont even plan to speculate further about it, because it was really only a lead in to what I really want to talk about,
And that is Personal Independence within a marriage,
One thing for sure is this, Tipper can take care of Tipper,
She will have some of Al's money,
But at the end of the day, with or without it, she is viable and can take care of Tippper and I applaud that,
Because in this country when men leave women,
Many, too many women still end up living in poverty,
And that is so avoidable,
We must make ourselves viable,
Able to earn our way and sustain ourselves and our children if necessary,
There is a woman I know whose marriage ended after almost thirty years and she was left destitute...
Now this is not a woman with children at home,
But in fact a woman who was just UNPREPARED...
One day we were talking and she made the comment,
"You could end up like me..."
I told her this, "I sure could end up divorced, but as long as God pumps blood in my body I can and will be able to support me, live just fine and buy shoes..." Because I was taught by a long line of women that it is wonderful to be taken care of but that as a woman, a black woman, I need to be able to take care of myself...
And God knows, I pray everyday that my man never decides to leave home, but while praying for that, I am working, learning, reinvinting and taking care of me...
BE BLESSED...
angelia
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