Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.
- emotional turmoil:: my oven is gleaming. Sure sign something is terribly wrong - I only scrub it like this when I'm upset.
- energy crisis?:: unleaded gas at my local station = $2.69/gallon. I will work for fuel...
- anti-hoochie-ness:: despite Hammy's last hurrah at camp, my girls calling me to hang, and the brothas enticing me with free lunch/dinner - I spend the weekend cleaning & doing volunteer work...
- madea:: watched "Diary of a Mad Black Woman. Hung up my 'elitist' card. I laughed, I cried, and I got really really mad. Don't get me wrong - this wasn't War & Peace (it's not supposed to be), but it was entertaining - and Tyler Perry definitely got the emotions right.
- one thing about DOAMBW:: is it just me, or is Shemar Moore < gasp > asexual? Like no one will claim him - no woman, no man, no body?
- ghosts of the past:: FL called me. Yes THAT FL - the FL of the abuse, the drama and the ugly breakup.
- Why I even entertained it:: I want my son to know his father. But despite #19 on the 101 list - I'd given up on this.
- WTF? we agreed to meet, on neutral ground, to talk. And I listened. As FL declared his undying love for me. If this doesn't seem strange to you, you really need the FL Chronicles - Part I, Part II Part III to understand.
- spilling my guts:: my response to his admission - that I'm quite simply, horrified. Not mad, not bitter, not vengeful. Horrified, and saddened that he still doesn't try to see his son. Even if it's in Hammy's best interest that he doesn't.
- the binge:: I come home, open a bottle of Merlot, polish it off k-solo, and start tearing the keys off my laptop, writing a whole LONG rant about men, their dysfunction, FL's craziness, my horrible relationships since our breakup 8 years ago, my searching like Diogenes for a good,honest man...
- divine intervention:: my computer blinks off, midstroke - no power surge, no power outage, no crash - just cuts off. And the TV, which was off, cuts on. To DOAMBW, the final Church scene, and Brenda (actually Tamala Mann) singing "can you hear it in me...I know I can't do this by myself"...
- the rational explanation:: for the TV - I was sitting on the remote, and the DVD player was already running. for the 'puter - laptop cord is loose, came out, and the battery wasn't charged. But y'all don't believe that any more than I do...
I believe that God wanted my full & undivided attention, and he got it. And He's working on some things through me, and wants me to work on some things as well. What He wants me to work on isn't clear. That whatever it is, it is His will is clear as crystal.
Girl shut your mouth. I just watched Diary of a Mad whatever you call it last nite myself on On Demand. I too, bucked my elitist attitude that I maintained while it was at the box office and paid my $3.99 in the privacy of my own living room. It wasn't until one particular scene that I remembered I had seen the play on VHS before. But I applaud the movie. It was NOT cinematic greatness at all. But it managed to tackle some tough issues and emotions without so much as two foul words. I liked Steve Harris and Kimberly Elise. I liked the message and the family-type spirit the movie embodied. I was glad that it was made. I thought Tyler actually did a good job of bringing it to the screen. And I was SHOCKED that I felt that way. =)
*going to read the FL chronicles* =))) Hope you have a better week going forward woman!
That picture is STILL scaring me. I'm jus' sayin'!