Thoughts on the New Year
Happy New Year to all of my readers and thanks for the support and encouragement! Today is the 4th of January and as I reflect on things past and look forward to things to come, I have a bevy of random thoughts passing through my mind.
Like, I love women but I hate ho's. Women are sisters, girlfriends, confidants. They take care of their children and their husbands and they volunteer at church or in the school or somewhere else in the community. Women keep their families together and make their house or apartment or loft feel comfy and warm or elegant or romantic. Women honor their mamas and their daddies and their children and themselves and especially each other.
But ho's.....oh those ho's. Ho's dress themselves up in clothes in previous times relegated to hookers and while they spend their money on trips to the nail salon and get their hair oh so unbeweavable, their little girls and little boys walk around with raggedy clothes, nappy or tangled hair and broken down shoes. Ho's call their mamas bitches. They embarrass their kids when they come to the parent teacher conference at school. They will do your man and my man and anybody else's man to get a bill paid, or their grass cut or a dime bag or some snow(not the kind that falls from the sky) or just some sexual maintenance. A ho can be confronted by a wife or a girlfriend and lie with a smirk on their face or even brag about what your man is doing for them and with them. A ho will come to church and sit on the front pew in a mini skirt without panties and flash the preacher! Been thinking about some ho's I have come in contact with over the past several years and like I said, I love women but I hate ho's.
Another thing I was thinking about was what a bitch I used to be when I was skinny. I think I am going to start a regular weekly post on that....I used to be a skinny bitch, and everyone else who used to be one too can post how awful they used to be, how much they miss it, and what a nice person being fat has turned us in to! Stay tuned...
Speaking of fat, what is the deal with Rosie O'Donnell and Donald Trump. Is this guy a creep or what? I am no huge Rosie fan, although I must admit that even though I vowed I would never watch the View again after the distasteful way things went down with Star Jones, I do tune in almost every day to see what outrageous things will be said and what bickering will happen between the co-hostesses. And yes Rosie has a big mouth and can be awfully obnoxious sometimes but I know I can be sometimes too(obnoxious) but I mean well and I know that I am a good person, just need to shut up sometimes, so I have a little sympathy for her....just a little. But the attack that Trump went on against her was just ridiculous. Speaking of ho's....what an attention ho he is!
I know you're probably thinking what happened to the spiritual God loving MissMel of recent weeks....still here...that is just the complex and wonderful creation I am......smile
And I think that is what most of us seeking God are....real people, with real issues, real things that make us just want to scream, real prejudices, flaws, lusts wants and everything else human....only some of us don't pretend to be perfect and don't expect to be.
So back to my venting. I had an acquaintance in the news this week for leaving two children unattended over the Christmas holiday and one of these poor kids fell in to a diabetic coma. I could not believe that I knew this person, entertained them in my home, fed them and welcomed them back and now he is on action news at 6! It made me think about how well we really know people, even the ones we live with.
Like why the heck did my husband die his hair strawberry blond last night? ( Love you baby) I mean I was on the web looking up the top ten signs your spouse is cheating, male mid life crisis and men on the down low...... I am hoping he is the middle....realizing at this new year that he is getting older and trying to cover up those gray hairs sprouting up on top of his head. To his defense he did not realize the hair color in our bathroom cabinet was going to change his natural sandy brown hair to strawberry blond and is quite horrified! I am pretty certain that since marrying at the ripe age of 19 and both of us failing to remain totally committed over the years that those days are in the past(better be) and every time I caught him cheating before it was with a woman so I can't blame it on the down low either...smile(again....love you baby...don't be mad at me for sharing)....and if you are wondering why I would share, its because we survived it and we still love each other, and my hope is that my journey will help you on yours.
And finally my random thoughts skirted around to family today. I had a wonderful lunch with my oldest daughter, a wonderful Christmas with family and friends and have been keeping the grands over the Christmas break. As my 19 month old grandson took an almost terrible twos tantrum in my living room floor yesterday and I was almost at the point of exasperation, my niece and her beau stopped by scooped up the kids to give me a break and I took a nice long nap. I had a relaxing evening and when I woke up this morning, I thought about how terrifically blessed I am to have the people I have in my life, the unconditional and completely unashamed love we share for one another and the comfort of knowing as I embark on another year they will be with me all the way. Love them love them love them!
As you take time to peruse your own random thoughts, smell your roses whatever they be and look forward to your best year. As pastor TD Jakes has once said, " You haven't lived your best day yet!"
That's melavision. What's yours?
Like, I love women but I hate ho's. Women are sisters, girlfriends, confidants. They take care of their children and their husbands and they volunteer at church or in the school or somewhere else in the community. Women keep their families together and make their house or apartment or loft feel comfy and warm or elegant or romantic. Women honor their mamas and their daddies and their children and themselves and especially each other.
But ho's.....oh those ho's. Ho's dress themselves up in clothes in previous times relegated to hookers and while they spend their money on trips to the nail salon and get their hair oh so unbeweavable, their little girls and little boys walk around with raggedy clothes, nappy or tangled hair and broken down shoes. Ho's call their mamas bitches. They embarrass their kids when they come to the parent teacher conference at school. They will do your man and my man and anybody else's man to get a bill paid, or their grass cut or a dime bag or some snow(not the kind that falls from the sky) or just some sexual maintenance. A ho can be confronted by a wife or a girlfriend and lie with a smirk on their face or even brag about what your man is doing for them and with them. A ho will come to church and sit on the front pew in a mini skirt without panties and flash the preacher! Been thinking about some ho's I have come in contact with over the past several years and like I said, I love women but I hate ho's.
Another thing I was thinking about was what a bitch I used to be when I was skinny. I think I am going to start a regular weekly post on that....I used to be a skinny bitch, and everyone else who used to be one too can post how awful they used to be, how much they miss it, and what a nice person being fat has turned us in to! Stay tuned...
Speaking of fat, what is the deal with Rosie O'Donnell and Donald Trump. Is this guy a creep or what? I am no huge Rosie fan, although I must admit that even though I vowed I would never watch the View again after the distasteful way things went down with Star Jones, I do tune in almost every day to see what outrageous things will be said and what bickering will happen between the co-hostesses. And yes Rosie has a big mouth and can be awfully obnoxious sometimes but I know I can be sometimes too(obnoxious) but I mean well and I know that I am a good person, just need to shut up sometimes, so I have a little sympathy for her....just a little. But the attack that Trump went on against her was just ridiculous. Speaking of ho's....what an attention ho he is!
I know you're probably thinking what happened to the spiritual God loving MissMel of recent weeks....still here...that is just the complex and wonderful creation I am......smile
And I think that is what most of us seeking God are....real people, with real issues, real things that make us just want to scream, real prejudices, flaws, lusts wants and everything else human....only some of us don't pretend to be perfect and don't expect to be.
So back to my venting. I had an acquaintance in the news this week for leaving two children unattended over the Christmas holiday and one of these poor kids fell in to a diabetic coma. I could not believe that I knew this person, entertained them in my home, fed them and welcomed them back and now he is on action news at 6! It made me think about how well we really know people, even the ones we live with.
Like why the heck did my husband die his hair strawberry blond last night? ( Love you baby) I mean I was on the web looking up the top ten signs your spouse is cheating, male mid life crisis and men on the down low...... I am hoping he is the middle....realizing at this new year that he is getting older and trying to cover up those gray hairs sprouting up on top of his head. To his defense he did not realize the hair color in our bathroom cabinet was going to change his natural sandy brown hair to strawberry blond and is quite horrified! I am pretty certain that since marrying at the ripe age of 19 and both of us failing to remain totally committed over the years that those days are in the past(better be) and every time I caught him cheating before it was with a woman so I can't blame it on the down low either...smile(again....love you baby...don't be mad at me for sharing)....and if you are wondering why I would share, its because we survived it and we still love each other, and my hope is that my journey will help you on yours.
And finally my random thoughts skirted around to family today. I had a wonderful lunch with my oldest daughter, a wonderful Christmas with family and friends and have been keeping the grands over the Christmas break. As my 19 month old grandson took an almost terrible twos tantrum in my living room floor yesterday and I was almost at the point of exasperation, my niece and her beau stopped by scooped up the kids to give me a break and I took a nice long nap. I had a relaxing evening and when I woke up this morning, I thought about how terrifically blessed I am to have the people I have in my life, the unconditional and completely unashamed love we share for one another and the comfort of knowing as I embark on another year they will be with me all the way. Love them love them love them!
As you take time to peruse your own random thoughts, smell your roses whatever they be and look forward to your best year. As pastor TD Jakes has once said, " You haven't lived your best day yet!"
That's melavision. What's yours?
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Thanks Jen
I really appreciate your support. I hope to get more avid readers and people to post! Spread the word. The best thing about blogging is getting feedback!
This was a response sent to me via email. I appreciate the spiritual correction,though my commentary was meant to be humorous. Read on:
Subject: Respnse to mel's blog on ho's
Mel,
I wanted to reply to your blog on Ho's but couldn't. Here are my thoughts. I ain't hating just being me.
Response on "I Hate Ho's"
I believe our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, hung around Ho's and even broke bread with Tax collectors during his time here on earth. He created quite a stir amongst the populus at that time as these people were regarded as the some of the most vilified people of their day. Still God found time for kindness, compassion, intellect and most importantly love toward them while WE, "almighty man-kind", had judged them unworthy.
Scripture tells that we have a responsibility to these "so-called" Ho's and others (including yours truly) that have mistakenly acquired the bad habits and the scars of living in today's world. That responsibility is; to mentor, to teach and educate, to guide and to love them until they choose life and order (God) over sin and death. "Each one, teach one!", is how Malcolm X put it I believe.
Sister, don't hate the ho, hate the sin. The sinner deserves your compassion, concern and love. Oh! Don't get me wrong...they may not appreciate it (not all of them) but those that do, will potentially,...live better for it.
I'd like to suggest that we focus our hate on the real problem. Our society! Hate the society that shoves those negative images down her throat and teaches her that there's no other way for her to be heard, recognized, appreciated and loved. The society so vile, that it creates men that are attracted to this due to their own desperate situation and they see no problem with it. Hate that, not the ho!
Finally, I leave you with this... Jesus said, "Judge not! Lest ye be judged and the judgment ye judge, YE SHALL BE JUDGED!" Something for us ALL to think about.
Luv ya, (Keep up the good work on the blog.)
Cud'n Teddy
Responding to your January 4th Blog a little late 6th paragraph. You are correct you never know who you have in your home, because if you knew, you by NO means would believe everything you read in the media. You would know this person, and know it is not in his character. Know the facts just because it's in the media does not make it truth or gospel.
Theresa,
I don't believe everything I read or see in the media and I hope to God that this story from paragraph 6 is untrue. Those of us who have entertained this person found it hard to believe that they could do what was alleged. However, I do know that life is complex and people sometimes do the unimaginable when faced with a difficult situation. It may just be a matter of poor judgment, something they might later regret, but has consequences and repercussions non the less. There is no doubt more to this story. I admire your loyalty and pray the truth is what you believe it to be.
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