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Monday, 05 April 2010

  • Scratching My Head...

    Yeah...it's been awhile since my last post. And here I am...and what's my first post?

    A full-blown rant. Get comfortable...this might take a while.

    This all started when a friend posted a link on Facebook to this article: Gay Teen Sent To Fake Prom. You should read all about it yourself, but to summarize: Constance fought her hometown because she wanted to take her partner to the prom and the town canceled the prom but promised there would be an alternative prom held instead.

    But what happened? Quoting from the above-mentioned site, "on the night of the alleged dance, the planners sent Constance, her date, and seven other students to a fake venue while the rest of the students celebrated at the real location."

    What. The. Hell?!?

    This part of my rant to aimed at the "adults" (and I use that term loosely) who pulled this stunt. I'll be back to talk to my Peeps in a second:

    To the Brave Loving Adults In Mississippi,

    I am almost speechless. You almost got me. Almost.

    Every single one of you backwoods, homophobic, ignorant, pseudo-Christians who took part in this should be ashamed of yourselves! You think being gay is a sin. Fine. I get that. But do you REALLY think God is proud that you intentionally hurt a teenage girl? What was the warm Christian lesson she was to learn from this? What happened to "love the sinner, hate the sin"? Personally, I applaud her. She had the guts and maturity to not hide who she truly is. Ironically, by doing what you did to her, we all know what kind of people you are. Or more to the point, the kind of people you are not.

    Kind, you are not. Understanding, you are not. Accepting, you are not. Loving, you are not. Christian you CERTAINLY are not! I don't know what God you allegedly bow down and serve, but it's not MY God. My God would never move me to do such a mean-spirited thing. My God would tell me that it is up to Him to decide who needs to be punished and for me to live my life honoring Him. Your actions brought honor to NO ONE. All you've done is make Christians look like narrow-minded, ignorant fear-mongers. Thanks for that.

    Ok...that part of the rant is over. Back to my Peeps...

    This story has me steamed. The whole thing was just mean and reminded me of things that used to happen to me when I was a kid. I was a black kid in an almost all white town. I had my go-around with some of the kids, but it usually wasn't the kids that gave me problems...it was the so-called adults. Not going to go into detail cuz there's not much point...I lived through it and became a better, stronger person because of it. This was all to set up my premise -- I don't believe being gay is a lifestyle choice. I think just as you are born a woman or a man, or born black or white or another race, you are born straight or gay. Why do I believe this? Well, I'll tell ya.

    No one wants to feel like an outcast. No one wants to feel like they don't belong or as if they are on the outside looking in. Therefore, no one would come into this world and deliberately place themselves in that position.

    For example, as a black female, I've been called names. I've been made fun of, picked on, abused, threatened. I've not gotten jobs or been paid less because I am black and a female. I've had to work twice as hard to get what I've got. Life has been a blessing, a challenge and a series of lessons (some sweet, some bitter) since the day I was born.

    But, I ask you...what person would deliberately set themselves up for such a ridiculous uphill battle if they could avoid it in any way?

    No. I'm not ashamed that I'm black or that I'm female. I'm a VERY Strong Proud Black Woman and I strive every day to be a good example to my daughter for how to be one herself. My point is this: I don't believe Gay people woke up one morning and decided they wanted to be made fun of, ridiculed, threatened, abused and made to feel as if they were on the outside looking in, just as I didn't wake up one morning and decide I wanted to be black and female. It's all about DNA.

    So, I've probably ticked off a few people. Some of you might be appalled by what I've said. Some of you might not like me anymore and unsubscribe from my blog and unfriend me on Facebook. All I have to say to that is. you have two choices. You can comment and tell me I'm wrong, and why, or...

    The close button for the browser is in the right-hand corner. Don't break a nail on your way out.

    Whatever your view, comments welcome. Let me know how you feel about all this.

    Peace out, XangaPeeps...til the next post...

Sunday, 14 February 2010

  • Another year...

    So, today was/is (depending on where you are in the world) my 41st birthday. It was a good day. I got up, Diva and Jay brought coffee and breakfast to my office. I worked a bit, playing on Facebook a lot, talked to friends...

    Made dinner, we ate...it was yummy...

    I know you guys are just THRILLED with all the activity so far...lol

    Then I got my gifts. Last week, Diva had asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told her two things: First, I wanted toys. Yes, toys. I have a new office, I need to decorate it, and since I am normally only one step up from adolescence, and have been known to throw tantrums that would impress a toddler, toys seemed like a good place to start. Plus, I've always liked fun, whimsical offices. From a work aspect, toys give me a chance to think while I do something totally aimless. It's a win-win for me. The second thing I wanted was a poster from Jay. Preferrably cow-themed, but this was not a requirement. It just needed to be bright and colorful. Again, think whimsy.

    So...I get my gifts...



    A yo-yo. But not just any yo-yo. A Duncan Butterfly. My fave. I had one once before. I loved it. So did my dogs. So much so they made it disappear.

    A metal Slinky. Nothing like mulling over article ideas while moving the slinky between your hands. The plastic ones just don't do it for me. The sound is all wrong.

    Jacks and a ball. Big jacks. Not the little metal ones that you always lose and can never find..until you step on one with your bare foot. Yeouch!

    A mini bball and hoop. Aka...the Executive Decision Maker.

    Coloring book and crayons. Yes, I do color. Yes the pictures will be on my walls. Yes, I know I'm 41..hush!

    Rufus. Cuz everyone needs an office companion. (The dog).

    A bottle of bubbles and a BIG wand. Can't wait til its warm enough to bust out the fan! LOL

    And then in the background of the pic is the poster Jay created for me. Here's a picture of just the poster:



    Now, how can you NOT love cows in Nehru jackets and Platform shoes? The poster is trippy, man!

    All-in-all it was a good birthday. I didn't even care that it was Valentine's Day and I don't have a "valentine". I'm okay without one. Being single is not a curse, and in my case, it's a blessing. I've never felt this free in my life! Flying solo is okay in my books!

    Well, that's all for today. I might stop back tomorrow and fill you guys in one the rest of my life. As usual it's NOT boring! LOL

    Catch ya later Peeps!

Tuesday, 09 February 2010

  • Forgive Me...

    Xangapeeps for I have been a bad blogger. It's been almost five months since my last blog post.

    Not that nothing's happened. Plenty has been going on. I just haven't gotten around to blogging about it.

    I've told y'all before...I think things in my life are not worth blogging about. But that's not fair to those of you who like to read about what's going on.

    I'm gonna have to work on that. It's kinda selfish in a way...

    Not that assuming any of you would still be interested at this point...but I'm just going on what you've all told me.

    Right?

    Anyway, I'm trying to add more routine to my life so I can more easily accomplish what I'm trying to do with my life. I thought maybe blogging might help. I'm making up a schedule and I'm going to post it. And I'm going to count on you guys to keep me accountable. Think you're up to the challenge?

    Anyone?

    I'll check back in tomorrow with some of what's been going on. It's been an interesting five months.

    At least I hope you'll think so...

    Yeah.

Saturday, 26 September 2009

  • So, if it's New...

    Why am I old?

    Okay...so you have NO idea what I'm talking about. I just plopped that sentence into the blogosphere without any setup what-so-ever. My bad. See...I've been mulling a thought over in my head for the last day or so and finally said to myself. "Self, you've been thinking about this for long enough...it's probably worthy of a blog post". Since I try not to argue with myself too much (why should I argue with me when there are SOOO many others more than happy to be my opposition), I grabbed some more coffee and started typing away.

    And you still don't know what in the hell I'm talking about. I know, I heard you think, "Ok Kim, this is all well and good and slightly entertaining (slightly? That cut me...) but can you get to the point?"

    Fine. Ruin a perfectly good setup. See if I care. I offer you a blog post and all you can do is rush me through it. Sometimes I don't know why I even bother.

    Ok...whine over.

    Where was I again?

    Oh yeah...the point of the post.

    Diva and I were at a store earlier this week and as we perused the clothing section, this is what I found:

    1. leggings
    2. skinny jeans
    3. oversized sweatshirts, t's and sweaters...in bold colors
    4. bright socks and hairbands
    5. canvas tennis shoes

    Diva and I were both eyeing the clothing selections, but with very different views. She was loving it. I however was wary with a slight twinge of dread.

    Why?

    Any of you who are old enough to remember when The Cosby Show, Family Ties, Cheers,, Night Court and L.A Law was NBC's Thursday night line up, know where I am going with this. For those of you who are not...

    My youth has officially become the new trend of the next generation. Everything I mentioned was in my closet when I was Diva's age.

    It's official. I'm old. When the hell did that happen? Yes, I know I'm 40 and that I have been an adult longer than I was a child. Yes, I know that Hair Band Metal (and Metal in general) have been trendy for several years now and that KTel has a gazillion "Best of the 80s" albums out. And yeah, I know that I have been an adult for more years than I was a kid...but damn I sooo was not prepared to see my youth paraded in front of me on the clothing racks.

    Anyway, Diva picked up a pair of leggings and a oversized t-shirt and gave me the "can I get these" look. I nodded, knowing that one way or another, the clothing trend was going to make it into my house whether I liked it or not.

    But I'm not totally old and there is still some rebellion left in me, so...

    I bought 2 pairs of leggings and an oversized sweater.

    For me.

    Hey, it was fun the first time around...

Saturday, 08 August 2009

  • Just stopping by...

    to say hello. My life is in a hurricane of turmoil right now...so much so that I can't wrap my head around enough of it to fill you in.

    But let me ask this: Cool or not: Living in a camper by a lake. Before you ask, it's not one of those "no money, has no choice" type deals. This would be a conscious decision on my part, with the blessing of the kids (they like the idea). The more I think about it, the more appeal it has. 

    Okay, so maybe I can wrap my brain around a bit of it...for background purposes.

    What I have learned about myself so far, is that I am a loner, I am not employee material, nor do I like having neighbors. They're intrusive, they're nosy and generally just more grief than pleasure for me. And no, I'm not one of those people who goes around making trouble for people. I'm a loner...I keep to myself...I'm not a block party/pool party joiner-inner. But that makes me suspicious in some people's eyes.

    Some of you know I'm moving. Again. Some of you know the circumstances. To those of you who do not, please forgive me, but I really don't have that explanation in my right now. Let's just say it's not a move I was planning to make.

    Anyway, I've been looking at places over the last few days, and the only thing I keep thinking is, "oh great...this neighbor will probably think my dog barks too much...and that neighbor will think the kids' music is too loud and the neighbor behind me looks like the type who would peek in my windows with binoculars".

    Yeah...you guessed it. I'm becoming paranoid. And I don't like it. So, I think I really need to just unplug from dwelling living and be free for a while.

    That's where the trailer and the lake come in. I could buy a trailer and haul it to a lake campsite. It was actually my son's idea. At first I laughed...but the more I thought about it..the better it sounds.

    So, what do you think? Good idea or have I lost my freakin' mind? 

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About Me

  • Welcome to my Xanga Blog. This blog is about me, my Diva and the life I am trying to make for the both of us. I've got big dreams and one way or another I'm going to see them come true. This blog's focus has changed over the years...I've gone from an unhappily married woman to a mostly happy single parent. Follow along as I see what each day'll bring.

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  • Marching forward hypocritic & hypnotic computers U depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth! - SOAD "BYOB"
  • I'm frazzled. All this new demand is going to keep me stupidly busy for the next couple of weeks. And this was my VACATION! LOL