tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64627564239214821622012-10-01T23:47:12.174-04:00Just Another Blog on the N-E-T...because the world NEEDS another random person posting his/her random thoughts about random topics...Glonoreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-86597558083500812592012-10-01T19:33:00.000-04:002012-10-01T23:47:12.182-04:002012-10-01T23:47:12.182-04:00Brown Skin Ladies: Clinique Acne Solutions Clear Skin System<div>This post is dedicated to all my beautiful brown skin ladies with blotchy complexions. I come bearing great news. There is hope...and it's not in a pill, a peel or a dermatologist's office. I know I have slacked off on posting, but I wanted to share this, so here I am. Maybe this will get me "back in the mood" to post more often.<br />
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<u><b>Backstory:</b></u> <i>Skip to "The Point" if you don't want to read all of this.</i><br />
In summer 2010, I was on a quest for the perfect mineral foundation. I did a review on Valana Minerals. In that review, I took pictures of my skin, foundation free.<br />
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Fast forward a bit to Spring 2011. I was on the search for a line that would clear up my skin once and for all. I did a little research on the web, then went to my local mall to see if they had Clinique's Even Better Dark Spot Corrector. The sales person talked me into purchasing the <a href="http://www.clinique.com/product/1669/5615/Skin-Care/Acne/Clear-Skin-Starter-Kit/index.tmpl?cm_mmc=GoogleProductSearch-_-Null-_-Null-_-Null" target="_blank">Acne Solutions Clear Skin System Starter Kit,</a> which is basically a mini version of their Acne Solutions line.<br />
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I walked out a happy camper, ready to start yet another trek towards "Clear Complexion Land."<br />
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I was pleased with the results, but wasn't quite ready to buy the full sized version (retails at approximately $140, including the <a href="http://www.clinique.com/product/1693/9287/Skin-Care/Uneven-Skin-Tone/index.tmpl?cm_mmc=GoogleProductSearch-_-Null-_-Null-_-Null" target="_blank">Even Better Dark Spot Corrector</a>), so after I ran out of the sampler, I still used the Dark Spot Corrector with the drug store equivalent of the Acne Solutions Cleansing Foam, Neutrogena's <a href="http://www.neutrogena.com/product/oil-free+acne+stress+control-+power-foam+wash.do?sortby=ourPicks" target="_blank">Oil-Free Acne Stress Control Power-Foam Wash </a>(why is the name so long? Serious question). Anyway, I liked it. I used it with Neutrogena's OFASC Toner and it stopped most of my breakout cycles.<br />
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Now, believe it or not, I didn't buy the Dark Spot Corrector for my face. Call me jaded, but I'd already been down the fade gel/cream road several products. I just didn't think it would really work on my face. Silly, I know. I actually purchased it for a dark mark on my chest. It was visible when I wore scoop neck shirts and I didn't want to try to hide it with make up.<br />
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Well within about 4-5 weeks, the spot was nearly undetectable. I have no idea why this surprised me. Successful before and after pictures were posted at <a href="http://clumpsofmascara.com/2010/03/cliniques-even-better-dark-spot-corrector.html" target="_blank">Clumps of Mascara</a>. At any rate, it was only after my good experience fading the chest mark that I decided it was time to try it on my face.<br />
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<u><b>The point:</b></u><br />
So...let's fast forward to about one week ago. I was looking back through this blog, trying to determine the most viewed blog post. The second most viewed was the Valana Minerals review. I couldn't help but notice the pictures I'd posted of my skin. Something was different though. A little off, but in a good way. I got up, went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My skin looked NOTHING like that now!<br />
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Much of the discoloration seen in those pictures has either disappeared completely, or is MAJORLY faded. What better way to start blogging again than with a product success story?! I have only been using Clinique's line again for about a month or so, this time the full sized products and of course, another bottle of the Dark Spot Corrector (which they only sell in ONE size...big).<br />
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Other things you should know:<br />
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<li>I did not change my diet by excluding sodas, sweets, fried food, etc.</li>
<li>I did not increase my water intake, by any noticeable means (although you can feel free to do it)</li>
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<li>I became a nearly religious user of <a href="http://www.biore.com/en-US/deep-cleansing-product-family/pore-strips#combo" target="_blank">Biore Pore Strips</a>. This helped alleviate any desire to bother the white heads and black heads that would show up on my skin. This removed the main reason I'd touch my face in the first place.</li>
<li>I use sunblock everyday (as the instructions encourage)</li>
<li>I changed my pillow case at least once week.</li>
<li>Yes, I still use MAC Studio Fix Fluid everyday.</li>
<li>I use <a href="http://www.wondercloth.com/" target="_blank">Wonder Cloth</a> to aid in removing my make up.</li>
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I share the above info to give a better idea of outside variables in this accidental experiment. I will check back in about six months from now. Hopefully I'll be all clear. My question is...what are YOU waiting for? Try it out and tell me how it works for you!<br />
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<b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-8659755808350081259?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-75673924360078058322012-05-30T09:17:00.003-04:002012-05-30T09:17:46.812-04:002012-05-30T09:17:46.812-04:0010 Things...:The elaboration.<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>1. Don't second guess your gifts, skills and talents.</b><br /><br />I'm not one to boast about my gifts and talents because I have never really regarded myself as someone who has any. This is not false humility or self deprecation. I truly can't think of any tangible gifts or talents I have to offer anyone or this world. Now before anyone "poo poos" me and goes on and one about how "everyone has gifts and talents," I think it's necessary to define terms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"A gift is <span id="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; position: static; text-align: left;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">special</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">ability</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="position: static;">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">capacity;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">natural</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">endowment;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">talent" according to <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/gift">dictionary.com.</a> Now let's define "special." According to the same reference, "special" is "</span></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static; text-align: left;">distinguished</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; position: static; text-align: left;">or</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; position: static; text-align: left;">different</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; position: static; text-align: left;">from</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static; text-align: left;">what</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; position: static; text-align: left;">is</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static; text-align: left;">ordinary</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"> or usual." I know we live in a society where everyone is regarded as "special," but the honest truth is that most of us are pretty ordinary. Sure there are some of us "ordinaries" with unique characteristics, but I don't believe that many should be regarded as "special" according to the denotative meaning.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All that in mind, I don't have any gifts (ha!) There is nothing I do that can't be done by someone else or hasn't already been done by someone else. Any "success" I have can be attributed to skills I've learned along the way. That said, I'd tell 19 year old Gloria to learn as many skills as possible. I'd tell her to hone those skills, seek out mentors and positive influences to nourish those skills. I'd tell her not to second guess the importance of those skills and not to be afraid to use those skills when opportunities to exercise those skills presented themselves.<br /><br />I can remember two times in particular where second guessing myself led me to miss opportunities in my late teens and early twenties. If I could go back, I'd pass myself a note that read, "Go for it."<br /><br />To be continued....</span></span><br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-7567392436007805832?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-24236254756050389862012-05-29T01:31:00.002-04:002012-05-29T01:35:19.162-04:002012-05-29T01:35:19.162-04:0010 Things I wish I'd know 10 years ago...I'm fighting going to bed for some reason. Boredom led me to troll the internet for old hair "idols." Shawnta immediately came to mind. I went to Youtube to see what's she's been up to in the last year or so. I chose <a href="http://youtu.be/v4SjqcYzIa0">this video</a>. She only got around to actually mentioning 6 things but I still appreciated her candor. While listening, I felt compelled to blog on this topic, more for myself than anyone else.<br />
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I'll be 30 years old in less than one month. Thirty. 3-0. Ten years from 40. I know people who throw huge, celebratory parties, making much adieu about leaving their twenties behind. I'm not one of those people.Truthfully, I don't know where my twenties went and I actually spend quite of bit of time thinking about what I'd do differently if given a chance. Actually, I've always thought about what I'd do differently, even from my early twenties, only I thought about how I'd change my teenage years. <br />
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Is it really possible to have a quarter life crisis for 6-7 years? LOL... Seriously, though, I know I'm not supposed to say I dread turning thirty or that I mourn lost time and perceived missed opportunities. I know the right answers about God's sovereignty, my salvation and how all things were orchestrated leading me to this very moment. All the same, here are some things that 29 year old Glo would tell 19 year old Glo.<br />
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1. Don't second guess your gifts, skills and/or talents.<br />
2. Nurture relationships.<br />
3. Be you, beautiful.<br />
4. Live at a 10.<br />
5. It feels really important now, but it's not.<br />
6. Move to DC after graduation, at least for a little while.<br />
7. Throw away all your CDs.<br />
8. Sometimes you have to start from scratch.<br />
9. EXERCISE.<br />
10. Go veg or vegan.<br />
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Ideally, I'll do a post on several of these topics in coming weeks.<br />
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So funny, as I typed that I have things 19 year old Glo would tell 29 year old Glo...may visit that topic one day.<br />
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Goodnight moon.<br />
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<li>I can't remember why I stopped, but I'm sure it was for a good reason.</li>
<li>My apologies to anyone who was actually reading this thing</li>
<li>I have a Tumblr <a href="http://glomogo.tumblr.com/">here</a> and <a href="http://blkgrllost.tumblr.com/">here</a>. Feel free to check it out.</li>
<li>I still set weird goals for myself, some achievable, others not so much. Right now I'm doing a 30 by 30 challenge. I've convinced myself that I can lost 30 pounds by June 20. *chuckles* We'll see.</li>
<li>Can you believe I've almost been married for 4 years? You can't? Me either.</li>
<li>Butters and Judah still make me smile.</li>
<li>My husband is still the most amazing person I know.</li>
<li>We're in another election year and I'm still going for Ron Paul.</li>
<li>I think we really may get a house this time. </li>
<li>The Lord is faithful even when I'm not faithful.</li>
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It was in that very moment that I asked myself why Gabourey won't lose the weight. Jennifer Hudson has capitalized on her previous size by taking on a lucrative endorsement deal with Weight Watchers. Other celebrities have participated on VH1's Celebrity Fit Club to lose weight, stay relevant<s> and to revamp their image</s>. I know this picture is from a year ago, but not much has changed in her physical appearance since then.<br />
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Now before I get stoned by the "beauty comes in all sizes" crowd, I agree. Beauty does indeed come in all sizes. I also believe that true beauty can't be ascertained by looking at someone's outward appearance, but rather at their lives (Psalm 31:30). Physical "beauty" fades, but character lasts a lifetime.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Gabourey-Sidibe-Precious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Gabourey-Sidibe-Precious.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Those things said and considered, Gabby is in an industry that thrives on image. I think the major reason Gabby is is avoiding weight loss is to hold onto the image that propelled her into the national prominence. I mean, who is she if she's not <br />
Claireece "Precious" Jones? Her stubborn embrace of her size, in my opinion, is part denial and part fear. Losing 100 would make it difficult to associate her with the role that garnered her nearly 30 acting nominations, including the highly coveted "Best Actress" Academy Award. Many actresses wait their entire lives for the role that will get them an Oscar nomination and Gabby was able to get it in her first acting role ever.<br />
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I saw "Precious" during the opening weekend. I immediately gave the movie an A-. I eventually down graded it to a C-. In the grand scheme of things, Gabby's performance really wasn't that impressive to me. I was more impressed with Monique's ability to make me, the viewer, feel sympathy for Mary Jones, Precious's truly disgraceful, monster of a mother. I had to be honest with myself and honestly ANY dark skinned, obese black woman could have been cast as Precious. I think Gabby might know this. And let's not play any games or use any euphemisms. Gabby is obese.<br />
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Losing weight would also put her in a different class of actresses. A thinner Gabby would have to battle the likes of Sanaa Lathan Kimberly Elise and Gabrielle Union. I can imagine that there are far fewer roles and actresses competing for the roles she's currently cast in. If acting is indeed her niche/calling, she would have more opportunities to live out her life's work as a slimmer version of herself, but gaining these roles would take more effort.<br />
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Again, I don't know all the details. She's been very vocal about being comfortable with her size, so perhaps she's trying to be a role model for larger girls/women who want to get into acting as a profession. Maybe she's been larger her entire life and has come to accept it as "the norm." And then, maybe her reasons are those I've listed above. Anything is possible.<br />
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I have no solution for this. I'm not writing this to make any call to action. I'm not a psychiatrist or mind reader. I just came across a picture and the wheels in my mind began turning. I'll leave it here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-8163481022741251824?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-84843492135869271452011-01-12T20:48:00.001-05:002011-01-12T20:51:59.124-05:002011-01-12T20:51:59.124-05:00The problem with the logic Princess Boy's mama...I recently came across a blog about "Princess Boy."<br />
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The mother's logic is pretty much, "He wants to do it, so I'm going to let him do it." She accepted the advice of her OTHER son who suggested that she allow him to be "himself."<br />
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The young boy is 5 years old. I can think of a slew of other things that five year olds want to do that you shouldn't let them do. Here's a list.<br />
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<ol><li>Run with scissors.</li>
<li>Skip school.</li>
<li>Touch hot ovens.</li>
<li>Eat mud pies.</li>
<li>Talk back.</li>
<li>Punch their brothers and/or sisters.</li>
<li>Eat their boogers.</li>
<li>Eat their friends boogers.</li>
<li>Pee in the bed.</li>
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</div><div>This is a clear case of what happens when parents allow their children to manipulate. Children, for whom no boundaries are set turn into teenagers, young adults and grown ups who feel entitled. They won't understand the word "no" because they've never been told the word "no." </div><div><br />
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:<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-8484349213586927145?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-79858362410268212592011-01-12T20:20:00.000-05:002011-01-12T20:20:33.922-05:002011-01-12T20:20:33.922-05:001/12/11 RambleWhat on earth is my problem???<br />
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I have so many things I want to discuss and yet I've blogged on NOTHING. So lazy.<br />
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I'm going to do this ramble to get the juices flowing.<br />
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<ol><li>Christmas was cool. Mother ate at our house.</li>
<li>Speaking of mom, she's purchased Hawks v Celtics tickets for Warren and I. It's going down on April 1. Boo-yow!</li>
<li>I'm in North Carolina right now. I was supposed to be earning a Lean Six Sigma certification but, the college has been closed for the last three days. Thanks snow storm. You suck.</li>
<li>As a result, I haven't stepped outside since Sunday night and I'm on reality TV overload. Someone help me.</li>
<li>This isn't working. Maybe I just need to try to find a topic and make it work...</li>
<li>*poof*</li>
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Just had to post this. I'll elaborate later.<br />
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Peep <a href="http://girlfriendology.com/blog/3637/month-of-friendship-day-30-spend-time-with-a-girlfriend/">Month of Friendship</a> from Girlfriendology in the meantime.<br />
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I'll be back later to discuss.<br />
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*Edit 12/13/10*<br />
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Okay, so I'm back. I've also totally decided that I'm not going to blog about this topic any further. *ha* Maybe some other time. Hope the tips shared at the site are helpful to someone out there.<br />
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Love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-5400229390972104235?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-41349648647332191202010-10-29T01:47:00.004-04:002010-10-29T01:56:04.638-04:002010-10-29T01:56:04.638-04:00"I think I'm Big Meech/Larry Hoover...."<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I was reading a blog I frequent when I came across an interesting question. A popular nineties rapper, who shall remain nameless, is completely dumbfounded by the success of William Roberts BKA Rick Ross. He doesn't understand how a correctional officer turned rapper can lie about his drug lifestyle and still be a number one selling artist who raps about, well...dealing drugs. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I will try to answer his question in this blog post.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">To begin, most people who listen to music, especially secular rap music, with its women, cars, parties, drugs and other decadence, haven't really experienced the thrills of the lifestyle. Even still, we rap right along with Baby when he boasts about "big mansions," and Drake when he brags about "champagne showers," and yes, even with Rick Ross when he proclaims to the world that he is on the same level as the one time mastermind of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Mafia_Family">multi million dollar drug ring</a>. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Rap gives us a reason to nod our heads and and opportunity to live vicariously through the hyper masculinity and/or overt sexuality presented by the artists. We download the songs, preview the albums or keep our stations locked to the local Hip Hop radio stations, waiting for the 4 or 5 minutes that we can get away. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I vividly remember listening to Dead Prez during my freshmen year of college while getting ready for class every morning. A friend put me on to them during my senior year of high school and I never looked back until after the Lord called me several years later. They had an infectious and conscience rap hit out at the time, titled<i> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jNyr6BJZuI">Hip Hop</a></i>. Not familiar with Dead Prez? Well, to put it bluntly, they are a militant rap group with ties to Pan Africanism and the Black Panther Party. On one hand, they rapped about discipline and intellectualism. They even had a cool take on Orwell's <i>Animal Farm</i> called <i>Animal in Man.</i> On the other hand, the also rapped about the overthrow of the U.S. government and, get this, the futility of attending public schools and universities. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdqQU31DA9c"><i>Isn't it Ironic</i></a>? <i>Let's Get Free</i> let me be the angry, rebellious woman I was afraid to be and</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"> I loved it. Did I love it enough to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">quit college, join a commune and become a vegan? NOPE. Truth is, I wasn't a revolutionary. I just played one in front of the mirror of my second floor dorm room. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">This fact didn't stop a condescending smirk from forming on my lips when I saw a car of blondes riding in a drop top convertible singing Trick Daddy's <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILCNAln_7Z4">I'm A Thug</a> </i>about a year later. What on earth did they know about being a thug or being discriminated against for having the sad misfortune of being poor and black? Well, they knew about as much about it as I knew when I was 11 years old, singing "Rolling down the street/Smoking endo/Sippin' on Gin and Juice"--absolutely nothing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">In short, rap music for most people is primarily entertainment. P</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">ure escapism. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">It's always been this way, but I think the rapper who originally posed the question has forgotten this. We all forget this sometimes.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"> I understand that there are people who enjoy these songs and actually engage in the behavior discussed in the lyrics. They really are out shooting people, getting high everyday and being super promiscuous. The rest of us are just looking for a temporary thrill and a dope beat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">There are other aspects of this phenomenon which could and should be examined, but it's getting late.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Peace.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-4134964864733219120?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-91337673610652951552010-10-27T01:03:00.001-04:002010-10-27T01:06:13.019-04:002010-10-27T01:06:13.019-04:00Facebook characters<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've been on Facebook since 2005. I've seen interesting characters emerge in this time. Below is a list of the most notable.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<ol><li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Hated:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> These people are ALWAYS being hated on. I can never really understand why, but each day they post another rant about people hating on them and their life achievements. Whether it be their recent purchase of a '97 Pontiac Grand Am or finishing up their degree at<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZipLIoRqm8&feature=related"> Everest College</a>, haters just don't want to see them living large.</span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Random Capitalization Crew:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The rules are capitalization are quite easy. Always use a capital letter when writing/typing proper nouns and the first word of sentences. The RCCs don't respect these rules and for this they must die (or be hidden). Nothing is quite as annoying as scrolling down my news feed only to see a status message tYpeD LiKe THis. Why do people do this? It's much more difficult to type this way. It's unnatural and hard on the eyes. </span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Three Namers:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Okay. I don't use my real name on Facebook. Why? Well, because I already have my face in over 100 pictures. Call me crazy, but I think pairing my name and my face on the internet is asking for problems in the future. Many Facebook fans have chosen to use their real names and many women include their maiden and married names to avoid confusion and to assist others in finding them in searches. When I think of the "three namers" I think of people like: John Morethanjustanoption Smith, Tanisha QueenBee Hall, and Andre BigThangsPoppin Holloway. My message to them. Please stop.</span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Wise Old Owls: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">These are the Facebook friends who put up like 10 cliched quotes a day about success. They have the answers to all of life's problems...and if they don't, they know a dead person who does. </span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Likers</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">: They've never seen a page, group, photo album or status message they didn't disagree with. They people "like" about 50 things a day. They even like their own status message updates. They're a happy, simple people. Easy to please.</span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Gamers</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">: Ever looked to the left side of your home page and noticed that you have 74 game requests? Thank the gamers. Whether it's Farmville, Mafia Wars or Sorority Life, these Facebook friends live to play, especially during the hours of 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. So...don't be rude. Go help them on their farm, join their gang or become a member of their sorority...or...just do what I do and ignore most of the requests (unless it's Family Feud #judgeme)</span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Theologians:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> They read Spurgeon, Packer, Macarthur and Piper. They ponder the implications of Christ's atonement. They study the Protestant Reformation all day long. They are the theologians. Always ready with a relevant Bible verse, they fill your feed with nuggets notes and thoughts from their daily devotions. They also post hymn lyrics.... Actually beneficial most days.</span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Models:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> You love them. You hate them. You know they have seahorses on their shower curtains due to all the bathroom mirror shots they've posted. You are familiar with their entire wardrobe. You know the interior of their car is gray leather. They fill your news feed with at least 5-10 mobile uploads a day. They've perfected the <a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0sxz5NKiT1qzbaqlo1_400.jpg">duck lips</a> and they know they look best when photographed from the left side. #hateisawastedemotion</span></li>
<li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Randoms: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They rarely post new status messages and when they do, it's always something random like: "I'm hungry" or "Just saw a squirrel on a trashcan eating a lifesaver" or <a href="http://www.catdiaries.com.au/wp-content/uploads2/2010/09/liger.jpg">"Ligers>Tigons"</a>. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>The News Reporters:</b> They give you the latest on topics ranging from sports to politics. Love them or hate them, you wouldn't know half of what you know without them. You don't need a newspaper if you have at least 5 reporters on your friends list.</span></li>
</ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's all I've got, but I'm sure more exist.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-9133767361065295155?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-21932630019089820672010-10-13T18:47:00.001-04:002010-10-13T18:47:52.831-04:002010-10-13T18:47:52.831-04:00"....that you may KNOW..."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My pastor is currently doing sermons on a range of requested topics until we get into our next book study (2 Timothy?). The last two were especially invigorating to me due to my current spiritual state/challenges. The topics were "Assurance" and "Christian Liberty"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't have my notes on me, but I'd like to suggest 1 John for anyone struggling with assurance. He gave us five points from the text so that we who "</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">believe in the name of the Son of God...may <u>know</u>" (1Jn 5:13) we have eternal life. He warned us not to look at these points as things to do to earn eternal life, but rather to see if these things were present in our lives. Four of the points were as follows, if I'm remembering correctly.</span><br />
<ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Growing intolerance/enmity for the world (not the physical earth, but rather all cultural/societal world views that defy and/or seek to replace God and the law of God). 1 Jn. 2:15 and following</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Growing aversion to sin. 1 Jn. 3:1-10</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Love of the brethren/fellow brothers and sisters in the faith (not just in word but in deed). 1 Jn. 3:11 and following</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Desire to glorify God through practice of avoid sin/keeping commandments. 1 Jn. 5:1-5</span></li>
</ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm sure the last one must be faith in the person and work of the biblical Christ (outlined in 1 Jn. 2:18-25, 5:6-12), but I'm unsure.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So then, if we see this fruit in our lives, we can have some assurance that we've been born again. If we do not see this fruit we can still, as long as we have breath in our lungs, throw ourselves at the mercy of God (if we've actually realized our need for Christ's sacrifice, his holiness and our utter sinfulness). Funny how even in challenging us to examine ourselves, God still offers us mercy and grace through Christ. That's good news.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I really did love how he stressed that DOING these things doesn't earn salvation. Still figuring things out, learning things and seeking to understand God's grace. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway this was written in haste, so please excuse any typos...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God be with you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-2193263001908982067?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-28786955325849376302010-09-24T07:27:00.001-04:002010-10-03T00:58:58.211-04:002010-10-03T00:58:58.211-04:00All the time we've got is all the time we've got...I attended a funeral yesterday. I wrote the following as I waited for the ceremony to begin.<br />
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<blockquote>Smiling faces. At a funeral. Someone took her last breath a week ago and people are smiling. Heads are turning. Seeing who's in attendance, checking out clothing and hair. Sizing each other up. A reunion of sorts for some. Wooden chairs in a rundown high school auditorium. Voices from the intercom make announcements for the living. It's not somber enough. Quiet enough. Respectful enough. I want to cry. She wasn't my best friend. She wasn't a friend at all. A mere associate, turned acquaintance, turned stranger. Haven't even seen her in 5 or 6 years. Can't say my eyes burned with tears when I heard about it. Feeling was one more of shock. Speculated about attending. Wanted to give those closest to her privacy. But here I sit in a hard wooden chair next to a three year singing "Happy Birthday" to himself with the buzzy murmuring of 50 conversations about season finale's, the songs on the radio and some woman who braids hair. No mourning. No tears. Just jaws chewing gum. Giggling and murmuring. I want to cry for her. I feel a rush of emotion surging through me. I feel the familiar sensation of warmth blurring my vision as I write. I want to stand up and shush everyone. Someone chuckles about another's absence. "She told me she was coming," says one. "She lie," the other responds. More chuckling. More mundane talk from the living. No brevity allowed. Just gum smacking and silly talk. It's hitting me. I wondering how closely this gathering mirrors my eventual funeral. I'm sick. Just cremate me.</blockquote><br />
Nothing like a funeral to make you ponder death and all it's implications. They brought the body in about 30 minutes after my arrival. The entire tone changed as we rose watched the pall bearers carry her in encased in a shiny white casket with a colorful bouquet securely fixed on top. I was glad.<br />
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I pictured her face, usually smiling, now flat and humorless, laying in the dark box and came close to tears again. Her family immediately after. I pictured myself at the funeral of my best friend/husband and the room blurred. I saw myself crying in the front row, fainting, vomiting in despair in shock.<br />
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There was singing, tears and even laughter are people gave remarks on how she touched their lives. It still didn't seem real to me and still doesn't seem real to me. I sat there wondering at times why I couldn't cry specifically about her death. She was a nice girl. A good girl. A beautiful girl. A young girl. Perhaps it's because I feel it's possible that she's with Christ. Perhaps it's because I didn't think I had the right to cry for her--like only those who loved her best should weep. I have no idea. I can be a leaky bucket of tears. Then it dawned on me that I hardly cry when one <i>should cry</i>. I didn't cry when my great grandmother's brother died, or when my grandmother's sister died, or when an older cousin died. But I've cried reading stories of abused children, or at the sight of stray dogs and even this morning when my husband informed me that he'd be away until about 10 p.m. or 11 p.m. today. I find it strange. I guess I could analyze it, but frankly it's too early to be that introspective.<br />
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Work prevented me from staying to hear the eulogy, but I'm glad I attended. It's the first funeral I ever attended alone and maybe only the fifth I've ever attended in my life. I'm glad I was reminded of her life and her energy. "All the time you've got, is all the time you've got...and in time, all your time will stop."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-2878695532584937630?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-48220522490336752502010-09-18T02:07:00.001-04:002010-09-18T02:07:54.490-04:002010-09-18T02:07:54.490-04:00Insomniac ramble<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">2+2=5</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">A video of Waka Flocka Flame is in heavy rotation on many blogs and Facebook newsfeeds due to his less than intelligent answers to questions regarding education and voting. I want to laugh but it's not funny. I watched the video and felt bad for him...and for the YBY. I don't mean this in a condescending way either. I REALLY feel bad for him that people are calling this dude an idiot and pretty much using him as a means to feel better about themselves. It appears that Terrance knew he was going into unknown territory with Mr. Flocka, as did Rocsi, which explains why she threw her head back in laughter when the interview turned "serious." Click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZVserPTS4Y">here</a> if you like watching train wrecks.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Recently discovered that Bible Gateway allows you to type in a passage to be read aloud in almost every translation. I may be late, but it's super cool.<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/resources/audio/?source=3&aid=4"> Check it out</a>.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Warren is running his first 5K tomorrow. I should jack him up for doing one of my 101 Things (remember that? I'm still working on it! Ha!)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">A "scaled down" version of my 10 year high school reunion is still on. #ohletsdoit</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Die-Gain-Stephen-Levite/dp/B000HW80QC">To Die is Gain</a> is still probably one of the best rap albums I've ever heard. Stephen the Levite's flow is kinda ridiculous.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Speaking of CHH, I haven't bought a new album in a minute. Heard the single from Trip's album and pretty much passed it up. Think the same is going to happen with Lecrae's new joint. We do have Sho's second album. It was cool for the most part. Heard about<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCX6b5tRkys#t=3m33s"> A Yellow Man</a> the other day. They have me excited again. I definitely want to branch out once I get other things settled.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Been listening to <a href="http://lineoffireradio.askdrbrown.org/">Line of Fire</a> lately to give myself a break from <a href="http://www.fightingforthefaith.com/">Fighting For the Faith</a>. FFTF is an apologetics show at it's core, and sometimes it can be a bit much. Might be time to retire all these radio shows and hit up <a href="http://www.sermonaudio.com/main.asp">Sermon Audio</a> and <a href="http://www.tpcstatesboro.com/audiosermons.htm">TPC Sermons</a>. </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.tpcstatesboro.com/audiosermons.htm">Lies My Pastor Told Me</a>. No, I'm not talking about my pastor. I'm talking about an eBook available for download that addresses 15 of the most popular church cliches of the day. Read it if you dare. Totally free.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Found out a woman I went to college with died yesterday at a dialysis appointment. It's still kinda surreal. We weren't close by any means, but we did work together for a couple of summers...even stepped together for 2 years during our freshmen and sophomore years. Never know when your time is up. "Oh Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am. Behold, you have made my days a few headbreaths and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath...." RIP Frances.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Why am I still awake?</span></span></li>
</ol></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-4822052249033675250?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-35454017914492818652010-09-11T22:28:00.001-04:002010-09-25T01:18:31.841-04:002010-09-25T01:18:31.841-04:00One Hundred Thousand Trillion<ol><li>Had the opportunity to catch the tail end of a coaches clinic at my alma mater thanks to hubby. Watched some cool plays and got the basketball season itch. Excited.</li>
<li>Spoke to a former caller on the phone today. Says she hates her new job. Put in her resignation today. Life after college is hard. lol...</li>
<li>Need some eyeglasses! Sooooo badly. Was supposed to go price frames today but those plans fell by the wayside. Grrrr.</li>
<li>Saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1320253/">The Expendables</a> today. Glad was caught it for matinee prices. More explosions than a little bit. C- at best.</li>
<li>Someone please come twist my hair! My locs days are numbered. I want my fro back. lol...*sigh*</li>
<li>Had a great few days of training this past week. New kids look good. Only time will tell.</li>
<li>So...<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willow_Smith">Willow Smith</a> has a song out. Jay-Z has signed her. What talent did this nine year old display that caught his attention, you ask? Say the following aloud in a high pitched voice: "I whip my hair back and forth." Now repeat that phrase for three minutes and 16 seconds with a few other adlibs and "haterisms". Add auto-tune and a really hot beat. Rinse, Repeat. Or...just click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvV3l-dbRTI">this link</a>.</li>
<li>I really want a Pop Tart right now.</li>
<li>Facebook is a friend to the vain and an enemy to the covetous.</li>
<li>I think I need to take a break from the following: FightingForTheFaith, Facebook, Youtube and all messageboards. Yes...I think I will.</li>
<li>I've fallen off the "working out" bandwagon, but plan on getting back into the routine on Monday.</li>
<li>There are people in this world who will suck the life out of you if you let them. Run away.</li>
<li>All the cool kids hang out on <a href="http://www.tumblr.com/">tumblr</a>. Don't believe me? Go over there! Thing is, I don't GET tumblr. LOL. I created an account and could never figure out how to use it...</li>
<li>Speaking of tumblr...their taglines is "....the easiest way to share yourself." Thinking about this brings to mind the concept of internet identity. I was browing tumblr the other day in amazement. I mean...is anyone really that cool or interesting...or mysterious. I really asked myself this. For example, I stumbled upon the tumbleblog of this chic named "<a href="http://theycallmekesh.tumblr.com/page/12">Kesh</a>." Follow the link if you're interested (be careful as she likes to pose nude), but I found myself wondering what this chick does during the day. Does she have a job? Who are her parents? What is her family background? Did she go to college? Why is she taking these pictures? Why are they so intriguing? So weird? So vulgar? I mean...who is this broad? LOL...How does someone become her? Like, what has to happen in your brain to produce the ideas behind her photography and personal style? I wondered the same as I browsed Facebook today. Saw some pictures that a FB friend was tagged in. She was an this SUPER ELABORATE bridal shower....as I looked at the detail, the clothing of the guests, the cakes, the gifts, I wondered to myself..."who are these people?" I can't quite explain it...the internet, art, photography have a way of altering reality, making life seem less ordinary and making people seem more interesting...it's really cool and kinda sad in a way. #Justthoughts</li>
<li>My dogs need food. Off to WalMart. *poof*</li>
</ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-3545401791449281865?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-31198285988266997842010-09-09T23:18:00.002-04:002010-09-09T23:23:03.938-04:002010-09-09T23:23:03.938-04:00So...about that...So...about that class reunion in October that I was pumped about.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9GTLv9LFfg/TImguMwT6TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0OEJ8Ywkyk8/s1600/LCHSCO2000ISLAME.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9GTLv9LFfg/TImguMwT6TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0OEJ8Ywkyk8/s320/LCHSCO2000ISLAME.jpg" /></a></div> I received an e-mail today informing me that it's been canceled due to "low participation." <br />
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The brief convo to the left happened after I mentioned the cancellation in my status message. Boooo I say...BOOOOOO! <br />
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My main question is why someone who told me directly that she didn't want to attend because of "wahh wahhh wahhhhh" is asking why it's cancelled...Puzzles me. There are some who really CAN'T come. I don't know what to make of those who live within an hour (or worse yet, in Hinesville) and plan on staying home.<br />
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I don't have much else to say about this aside from the fact that I hope those of us who wanted to go will still come together for a small but very spirited gathering...<br />
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There's actually a guy who's booked his flight from California to attend yet it was those who are a stone's throw away who pretty much broke up the party. They are lame. I hope they read this...<br />
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#thatisall<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-3119828598826699784?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-27627717940391724392010-09-07T00:27:00.001-04:002010-09-07T00:34:16.639-04:002010-09-07T00:34:16.639-04:00Note to self (and whoever's reading this)I'm an avid blog reader. Blog topics ranging from saving money, to being a SAHM, to fashion and makeup fill my Blogger.com RSS feed equivalent ("Following"). I love reading about the lives of others, the views of others and the interests of others. I guess I'm naturally inquisitive. I get to journey other states and meet seemingly exciting, creative, humble, orderly people with the click of a button. Some days I chuckle, some days I'm in awe, other days I'm inspired to try new things or to approach life from a different perspective. The internet is truly a wonderful place, when used properly and in moderation.<br />
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In my first or second post, I divulged my relationship with blogs. I love them and then I leave them for a number of reasons. It's been easy to do because all of my blogs have served a particular and specific purpose in my life at the time they were written. My life immediately after undergrad was documented. My life as a young, single Christian in my first "real" job was documented. I documented loves and losses and all the foibles in between. Blogging, to me, is free therapy. Sometimes I visit my old blogs and I'm amazed at the person I find. Sometimes she's bitter. Sometimes she's thoughtful. Sometimes she's creative. Sometimes she's down right snarky. Other times she's one of the most focused and impressive women I've ever encountered. <br />
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Looking back at this blog, I see a change of tone that is both refreshing and depressing. The woman here has struggled with her role as a wife and eventual mother. The woman here doesn't know what she wants to be, or where she wants to go. The woman here is sometimes funny, mostly transparent and trying to spiritually navigate her way through this life, for better and for worse. She's not perfect. She doesn't pretend to be.<br />
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Many of my blog posts will not be rainbows and butterflies. I don't want to create a different "internet" Glo that is more satisfying to the common palette (mine included). I need to be who I am. I need to see myself, flaws and all, so I can confront them and hopefully address them by his spirit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-2762771794039172439?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-63273816068379102072010-09-02T20:08:00.002-04:002010-09-06T01:08:27.216-04:002010-09-06T01:08:27.216-04:00Unsolicited adviceA past situation suddenly invaded my brain a few days ago.<br />
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I worked at Express for about 9 months several years ago. One night, near closing, two women walked into the store to take a peek at some of the newest addition to our fall line. I was standing next to the counter and one of the women approached me. <br />
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I assumed she was going to ask me about an article of clothing or a fitting room. She had something else in mind.<br />
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"Have you ever heard of <a href="http://www.aocd.org/skin/dermatologic_diseases/accutane.html">Accutane</a>?"<br />
"Umm...yes."<br />
"Oh okay, well I tried it and...*pauses* You may not believe this but my skin was worse than yours!"<br />
*blank stare*<br />
"What do you use right now?"<br />
*babbling out my skin care regimine while trying to process the situation*<br />
"Well, I mean, you should really consider asking a dermatologist about it."<br />
*comments about the<a href="http://www.drugwatch.com/accutane/side-effects.php"> crazy side effects</a>*<br />
"I had the chapped lips and, of course I had to stay out of the sun, but...it's worth it!"<br />
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*Dazed and Confused*<br />
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I remember driving home to my apartment, utterly disgusted that this broad approached me about something so personal. I switched out my ailment/physical flaw for others to determine if I was overreacting.<br />
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<blockquote>*Glo approaching an overweight woman*<br />
"Hi. Have you tried <a href="http://www.jennycraig.com/">Jenny Craig</a>? You probably won't believe me but, I was as fat as you were about a year ago."</blockquote>Definitely rude..<br />
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How about....<br />
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<blockquote>*Glo approaching a person with<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://womanhairgrowth.info/wp-content/gallery/traction_alopecia/traction_alopecia_woman_1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://womanhairgrowth.info/hair-diseases/traction-alopecia&usg=__aKzgNg0traEiCkMs-0iT_N23e3w=&h=480&w=640&sz=76&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=Pxi7QeKC-Sae_M:&tbnh=128&tbnw=162&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dtraction%2Balopecia%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us%26biw%3D1076%26bih%3D706%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=218&vpy=108&dur=1660&hovh=194&hovw=259&tx=137&ty=136&ei=kTmATNzeDoaglAed74SvDg&oei=kTmATNzeDoaglAed74SvDg&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=23&ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0"> traction alopecia</a>*<br />
"Hi. Have you ever heard of <a href="http://www.drmiracles.com/product_detail.php?id=8">Dr. Miracle's Temple and Nape Gro Balm</a>? It really works! Just last year, my edges looked as bad as yours. Now look!"</blockquote>No...still...not...right...<br />
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One more shot....<br />
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<blockquote>*Glo sees someone with dingy teeth*<br />
"Hi! *toothy smile* Have you ever tried <a href="http://www.rembrandt.com/teeth-whitening-products/whitening-toothpaste">Rembrant Intense Stain Toothpaste</a>? It's really great. My teeth were as yellow as yours just last year, but check me out today!"</blockquote>I'm sure her heart was in the right place. She found something that worked for her and she wanted to preach the Accutane gospel to all the lost and deprived, but my word!<br />
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I told my mother the story and begged her to pay for my visit to the dermatologist (no health insurance). Ever simultaneously love and hate someone? Yeah...I have...that woman. LOL...<br />
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Eh...don't know why I shared this. Perhaps it's my effort prolong the eventual abandonment of this blog. I will say that to this day I try not to offer unsolicited advice. Guess I should be thanking that woman for teaching me a life lesson on how to talk to people and consider the feelings of others...#heffa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-6327381606837910207?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-72638965748300904112010-08-27T23:02:00.000-04:002010-08-27T23:02:58.649-04:002010-08-27T23:02:58.649-04:00I know...Blogging is difficult when tackling a touchy subject. I've come here several times within the past few weeks intent on pouring my thoughts out on particular subjects only to close the browser after a few typed sentences. <br />
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Here we go again. Perhaps this will make it to the front page.<br />
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I'm growing increasingly impatient with "no it alls." Impatient is the opposite of what I should be, but alas, more grace Lord. Admittedly, I'm burnt right now. Jaded. Disappointed. There are certain things you expect in "the world" that you don't expect among the brethren. I don't expect perfection (how could I?), but I do expect things to be handled biblically. I'm actually disgusted by the disregard and neglect in the situation...eh...I guess it is what it is. Loyalties run deep among the clique...and the band played on...whatever.<br />
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Moving on...<br />
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Shot a wedding a couple of weeks ago. Amazing. I haven't produced a video in years and I was in heaven. I swear it's what I was made to do...Maybe I'll get to do it full time one day.<br />
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Goos started the job at his new school yesterday. He chattered away about the day's events and showed me all his laminated posters he plans on hanging on the walls of his classroom. I haven't seem him this excited about work in over a year. I'm glad he's in a place where his enthusiasm, love for students and love for English will be appreciated. I swear his eyes were twinkling as he spoke. And he has beautiful eyes, by the way---all big and brown, with those long lashes. It's like he got his mojo back...greatness. He's happy. I'm happy.<br />
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Class reunion is in October. Have I really been out of high school for 10 years? Hard to believe. I refuse to play "one up" with anyone. I refuse to play the "what are you doing now?" game. I plan to get on the dinner boat on Saturday, ast some overcooked chicken, drink a couple of glasses of Pino and do the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h24_zoqu4_Q">Cupid Shuffle</a> until my feet hurt. No one...and I do mean, NO ONE, is going to make me feel like some kid sitting at the "uncool" table at lunch. I say shame on anyone who is avoiding participating for that reason.<br />
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Man...so...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI">this "Double Rainbow" guy</a> is killing me. I laugh everytime I see it. On the otherhand, I think it's awesome that he's so excited about something most regard as so simple. We're overbooked and under stimulated, caught up in the day to day stuff that frankly, won't mean much of anything in 100 years or sometimes 100 seconds. Maranatha.<br />
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Working out is my new thing. Walking and weight lifting are totally cool. Thanks <a href="http://www.facebook.com/BlackWomenDOWorkout">BWDW</a>! It's more about getting fit than losing weight now. I still want to slim down, but I also want to be healthy.<br />
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*yawn*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-7263896574830090411?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-89223728717718677122010-07-31T20:00:00.002-04:002010-07-31T20:03:12.534-04:002010-07-31T20:03:12.534-04:00Long overdue rambleI'm going to do a post about my current thoughts, struggles and observations about the faith, but until I have internet at home (August 4), ramble!<br />
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<ol><li>Finally moved and settled in. Still doesn't feel real, but I'm glad it's over. <a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/">Dave Ramsey</a> would be proud.</li>
<li>Let's see how long we can ignore each other, shall we?</li>
<li>Don't sweat the small stuff? Tell them that...</li>
<li>Going to a wedding in a few weeks. Booked the hotel today! Owwww!</li>
<li><a href="http://www.georgiasoutherneagles.com/SportSelect.dbml?SPSID=90303&SPID=10890&DB_OEM_ID=18700&KEY=&Q_SEASON=2010">GSU v SSU</a>! Is it September 4th yet?</li>
<li>Speaking of sports--I've become an <a href="http://espn.go.com/espnradio/">ESPN Radio</a> junkie. Who woulda thunk it? </li>
<li>It's hot down here. It's SOOOO hot. It's heat that angers you. Like 85 degrees after the sun goes down. GRRRRR.</li>
<li>The Goos and I played racquetball twice this week. My RAC fee at work.</li>
<li>Risk. It's the difference between the Haves and the Havenots...well...that and money. Think it's time for me to take a few.</li>
<li>I went to the <a href="http://www.scad.edu/">SCAD</a> page and got slightly depressed, overwhelmed, intimidated. Sometimes I want a do-over...LOVED my college experience, LOVE my Eagles, but yeah...just sayin'</li>
<li><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0944835/">Salt</a> was a C. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/">Inception</a> was an A.</li>
<li>Finally finished reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Strange-Fruit-Lillian-Smith/dp/0156856360">Strange Fruit</a> and a few critical essays/articles on Richard Wright's Black Boy. Strange Fruit is a fantastic read! Run to your local library and work it out!</li>
<li>Speaking of Strange Fruit, here's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs">Billie Holiday singing</a> Strange Fruit.</li>
<li>Saw an old classmate today at Wal-Mart. G mentioned something about our 10 year reunion. She commented quickly about not going...He wanted to know why. I interrupted him and said, "She just doesn't want to go." Later for the whiny stories about what people did to you when we were all kids...stay home then. BUT more on this later. Can't front like I'm not a little iffy myself...maybe for other reasons, but iffy nonetheless.</li>
<li>It's my blog and I'll cry if I want to...</li>
<li>*poof*</li>
</ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-8922372871771867712?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-10567068144773702692010-07-20T00:46:00.001-04:002010-09-07T00:51:48.739-04:002010-09-07T00:51:48.739-04:00Newness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">We're blowing this Popsicle stand in less than 72 hours. Most of the large furniture is in storage. The <s>worst part </s> cleaning is in the works for tomorrow. I'm a semi-happy camper. </span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">We're at the stage when things pop up. The extra books in the closet, when the "books" boxes are already taped and stored a mile away in a 10 x 12 unit. An extra hanger here, a wedding card there, a bank statement over there. GRRRR. I'm almost certain I've learned my lesson on not throwing things away and putting things in their place. The next 6 months will be used to discipline myself to be a neater person. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I will say that Dave Ramsey would be pleased with our decision to move into a smaller, less expensive place. He'd probably scream at us if he knew we were only moving so we could continue our home search. He'd lecture us on how we should pay off ALL debt and stack bread. We may do just that if we save enough money. We're even thinking of living on one paycheck and banking the other for a few months (just to see if we can do it). I'm sure we'll break though.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">In other news, the Goos is officially "Coach G!" He's teaching English and coaching basketball at a school in a neighboring county. So proud of him!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">There is newness in the air. Much needed change.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-1056706814477370269?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-15626274621896230012010-07-07T22:08:00.001-04:002010-07-07T22:13:10.524-04:002010-07-07T22:13:10.524-04:00The Return of Fresh FacedWanted to give an update on Fresh Faced. She and another Jehovah's Witness visited my house about two months ago. Can you believe she came back? How dope is that? Read more about our first encounter <a href="http://glomogo.blogspot.com/2010/05/knock-knock.html">here</a>. <br />
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I was in the closet sorting through an old box, throwing away tapes and papers. Can you believe I had an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_Farm">Animal Farm</a> report from my 11th grade Honors English class? I'm sure I'm destined to be on <a href="http://www.aetv.com/hoarders/index.jsp">Hoarders</a>. I don't know if I've kept it because I'm a fan of dystopias or because I think someone, some day will want to read my <strike>brilliant </strike>16 year old musings on the clear parallels between the story and the Bolshevik Revolution...<br />
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Anyway, the dogs start going crazy, as usual. Warren is home this time, so I ask him if someone's outside.<br />
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"I think it's some J-Dubs," he replies.<br />
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Once again, I'm thoroughly unprepared for company, both mentally and physically, but I jump up and throw some jeans on.<br />
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Warren is standing at the door, warmly welcoming our visitors. I peek around his tall frame and see her. It's Fresh Faced! <br />
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"Hi!," I beam.<br />
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Her smile is as wide as mine. It's almost as if we're old friends who haven't seen each other in a while. I see another woman approaching from my left side.<br />
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"This is my mother."<br />
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We greet each other and away we go...<br />
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We talk for about two hours. We cover everything from the reality of hell to the deity of Christ, from the 144,000 to Paradise Earth. While Warren and Mother discuss a passage in Revelation, I take advantage of a few moments to talk to Fresh Faced with little interruption from Mother. I tell her how I prayed she'd return. How I blogged about her. She smiles that shy smile, barely making eye contact. She agrees with me that the Lord led her back. LOL...We have our own ideas as to why. She's supposed to convince me that Jesus isn't divine, how he died on a stake and about "the kingdom." I'm supposed to tell her about the biblical Jesus, the one whose good news is of <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20corinthians%2015:1-11&version=ESV">"first importance"</a> according to Paul.<br />
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I tell her I understand the sacrifice she'd be making if she believed what Warren and I were telling her about Jesus and the blasphemous theology of the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society. <br />
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"I know you'd have to give up relationships. Your mother, your father, all your friends...I know they wouldn't talk to you anymore. You'd be treated as an outsider."<br />
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She doesn't correct me.<br />
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I thought about how <strike>difficult</strike> <strong>terrifying</strong> it would be to abandon all you've ever known. Jehovah's Witnesses do not closely associate with anyone who is not a part of the organization. Imagine growing up in it! Her mother was baptized in 1983. FF has literally been in and around this cult her entire life.<br />
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Near the end, Warren tells them to check out Council of Nicea and I suggest they look into the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athanasian_Creed">Athanasian Creed</a>. Aside from believing Trinitarians believe God the Father, IS God the Son (wrong), they also believe God the Holy Spirit is a force. <br />
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We exchange numbers and tell them we'll call them when we move to our new home.<br />
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"I don't think I ever got your name. My name is Gloria."<br />
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Fresh Faced looked at me, smiling. "My name is Shannon."<br />
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Pray this is the beginning of a friendship. We both really believe what we say, only thing is the gospel we preach is the gospel of Jesus Christ--the <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%201:16&version=ESV">power of God for salvation</a>. I know she came back because she thinks she can change my mind. We both have ulterior motives. May the true and only wise God be glorified through any future encounters we may have...<br />
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Love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-1562627462189623001?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-74052942886737169002010-07-06T20:44:00.001-04:002010-07-07T21:24:59.702-04:002010-07-07T21:24:59.702-04:00This is my story, this is my song...<ol><li>I think we found a place to live! Yasssss! #bouttime</li>
<li>I'm working on something...getting back into writing. Had me reminiscing on my days in high school and my love affair with music. Ahhh...what happened to the good stuff? #iusedtoloveher</li>
<li>I remembered how dope Aquemini album was...they don't do it like that anymore...I don't even need to hear any new albums to know they don't. It's impossible. #amiallowedtosaythis</li>
<li>Okay...while I'm typing about them--EVERY album they released was ridiculous. #classic</li>
<li>I'm infatuated with hash marks and I don't even have a twitter account. #someonehelpme</li>
<li>I need about $5,000 for various reasons. Let me borrow a dollar...#please</li>
<li>Fresh faced came back! I'll have to blog on that later. Crazy right?</li>
<li>Listened to an OLD sermon on Isa. 55 today. Never gets old. Without money, without price.</li>
<li>So Warren is thinking of getting a tattoo on his 30th birthday.</li>
<li>Having a party this weekend in NC to celebrate Bobby's return from Afghanistan! I"m so excited to see my babes!</li>
<li>*poof*</li>
</ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-7405294288673716900?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-20340215506652566372010-06-30T17:06:00.001-04:002010-06-30T18:19:18.855-04:002010-06-30T18:19:18.855-04:00Dear College Town....I hate you so much right now.I completely forgot the hell that is trying to find suitable living arrangements in a college town---until today.<br />
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Property Management Company A<br />
<ul><li> Requires a $50.00 application fee <strong>PER PERSON</strong>, despite the fact that I'm married for a "credit check." Warren and I are paying from the SAME checking account. We are MARRIEEEEEDDDD!!!!!!!! Duh.</li>
<li>$50.00 application fee is non refundable, so they could charge me $50.00, rent all three apartments and keep my $50.00---wait, make that $100.00 since Warren is apparently considered my roommate.</li>
<li>We can't even apply until Friday because Warren is out of town at a conference. Apparently the fact that we're MARRIED and not roommates is irrelavant to them. We both have to fill out their little application.</li>
</ul>Property Management Company B<br />
<ul><li>Has not credit check, but requires a "Parental Guarantor" form. </li>
<li>Desk attendant couldn't seem to figure out, despite me telling her, that two VERY GROWN, married people are not going to put mommy's financial information on a sheet of paper. Especially not a $450.00 apartment. </li>
</ul>So you can rent an apartment and be treated like a child OR you can rent a house and get screwed every month because you KNOW you're being overcharged because everything is priced as if 3-4 unrelated people are living their (i.e., your typical college student living arrangement). OR OR OR...you can try to BUY something and realize the fact that everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING is overpriced. Why the crap do you think your 1,125 sq. ft. home, built in 1974 with floral wall paper, dark wood walls, original carpet and low ceilings is worth $120,000. Kill yourself. Immediately. Only HERE in this good old college town would you have the balls to utter $120,000 as a listing price for that house.<br />
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Why is it that property managers can't seem to fathom the idea that there are people who live here who AREN'T college students? Who do they think teaches the courses? Cleans the buildings? Handles administrative issues/duties? People man. Adults. Not college students. The ones who stay and will more than likely make a home here, you screw them. Why is this? ARGHHHHHH!<br />
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Vent over.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-2034021550665256637?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-22754246402648370092010-06-29T10:38:00.000-04:002010-06-29T10:38:27.351-04:002010-06-29T10:38:27.351-04:006/29/10 Ramble<ol><li>Packing is coming along. Hope the property managers don't want to show this house though. Messssy!</li>
<li>We liked the house we saw yesterday. Something has me anxious though. Either the number of bedrooms or the location. Might be a sign that we need to pass on it.</li>
<li>I need to do a blog about my birthday. Shouts to the hubby, J. Nicole, her Pandora stations and "April" for making it great.</li>
<li>Speaking of Goos, he's cutting his hair off today! Eh well. Looks good either way.</li>
<li>We play Savannah State for our home opener. Love it! This will be the first time in two years that I attend a home opener. Yay!</li>
<li>2 year anniversary in about 3 weeks. Feels longer than that...in a good way...</li>
<li>Used cold wave rollers in Monica's hair last week. Came out cute and lasted for a few days. Woop woop!</li>
<li>Found a camcorder on Facebook for $600.00. The kid is a SCADian and therefore, probably just trying to get rid of it. Hmmmm...We'll see.</li>
<li>We've been walking the dogs in the mornings. Relaxing and healthful.</li>
<li>Been slacking on our Dave Ramsey. We're back on it though...</li>
</ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-2275424640264837009?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462756423921482162.post-43623792501230198802010-06-25T20:00:00.002-04:002010-06-25T20:01:58.225-04:002010-06-25T20:01:58.225-04:00Paused?Much ado is being made of the latest victim of Aaron McGruder's Boondocks--Tyler Perry. Don't believe me? Google "Boondocks Tyler Perry" and read the listings. From blogs to newspapers, everyone's talking. <br />
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I can blog on this topic from many angles. My poison? The concept that McGruder is mocking Christianity in this episode. I'm actually chuckling right now. Anyone who can watch this episode and see mockery of Christ is missing the point by about a mile and a half.<br />
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The truth is this--Tyler Perry throws in a bit of Christianese for his fanbase. This suits him in two ways: 1) His fans think he's keeping it Christ. 2) His casual viewers regard his movies as "positive" because he mentions God. The only problem is that his attempts at being positive by including a few "God is good" lines is that he is mocking God. At least that's the way I see it. Some of his attempts are down right blasphemous. Sorry. Well, no...I'm not sorry. <br />
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The episode is on point in so many ways that it's ridiculous. It is what it is. <br />
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Other thoughts on Tyler Perry can be found <a href="http://glomogo.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-i-get-married-too-movie-review.html">here</a>.<br />
Peep the Atlanta Journal Constitution article <a href="http://blogs.ajc.com/the-buzz/2010/06/21/boondocks-spoofs-tyler-perry/?cxntfid=blogs_the_buzz">here</a>. Be sure to read the 18 pages of comments.<br />
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More on TP later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6462756423921482162-4362379250123019880?l=jabonthenet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Glonoreply@blogger.com2