This blog is about ree-ality. da truth. that deal. And, since JESUS is the truth, views are a reflection of my beliefs. If you don't agree with me, just pray that the eyes of my understanding be enlightened.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

"JUDGE NOT"

when Christians (and non-Christians) get called out on something they're doing wrong, the first thing they say is "who are you to judge?" Well, there's a big difference between judging a person, and inspecting their fruit. I'm a fruit inspector! I can't help if I see what I see.

Jesus said you know a tree by the fruit it bears. Good trees don't bear bad fruit, and bad trees don't bear good fruit. SO, if you know ur not acting right, you can't get mad if you get called out. I get called out from time to time; I just gotta accept correction and move on.

It's just like, if I played a horrible basketball game today (and I did) and someone comes and says I sucked, I can't get mad. They're not judging, just expressing what they saw from my performance. What else are they supposed to go on, what's in my heart? What does what's in my heart have to do with my game?

With Christians, why is what's in our heart always our excuse for living lifestyles that are no different than the unsaved? There's no excuse. If we can't be told apart, what's the point of being a Christian? If we're not productive in our Christianity, why even rock the t-shirt?

No, I'm not perfect, and never will be. However, my FRUIT should reflect whose side I'm on.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Dear Mr. Hip Hop...... I absolutely HATE YOU!!

They (young people) do have role models...some of these artists on the videos. Overall, I disagree that there is a positive message in hip hop. Since when was it positive to glorify poverty, pre-marital sex, illicit and illegal, drug and alcohol consumption, possession, and distribution, and murder. I think it's more than a coincidence that hip hop is a common denominator in the lives of a lot of black youth.

Since when is it positive that more black men are in jail than in college? That the black community is dying with AIDS? That black kids' fathers don't want to acknowledge their paternity?

Why is it positive that artists like Kanye West make ignorant statements on TV, and is supported by masses of people who have no idea what's going on? When is it positive that rappers are calling themselves "hova" and mocking God?

Why is it positive that young black girls want to be like Beyonce, who sows seeds of lust into the hearts of men by shaking provocatively, and wearing no clothing, and then turn around and rep God? (but that's a whole nother show)

Why can high school kids memorize the lyrics to these crazy songs, like Laffy Taffy, and I'm in love with a stripper, but can't get their times tables? Why is school and education not cool, but hustling, bustling, and running from the cops is the thing to do?

And why are little boys running around reciting raps about women, weed, money, and the artists getting rich off of the hood's exploitation?

hip hop=the destruction of a people

I was reading some song lyrics yesterday on a website: www.exministries.com It was absolutely ridiculous. And black people wonder why black people aren't getting ahead...and wanna blame everything on "the man." We're keeping ourselves down with this kind of ignorance. "My people are destroyed by a lack of knowledge" (Hosea something). And the wages of sin BE death!! This black people is why many of us are dying.

I could do 10 more entries on this....consider this an intro. P.S. I'm not coming against rap music. Cuz I love some positive rap artists: Cross movement, Canton Jones, Marcus Pittman, and more.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Dis-education of the black man

I was at work the other day when a lady near me was in her office checking her voicemail, left by none other than a male black. Unfortunately, she was unable to return his call, or forward his message to the appropriate department because....NO ONE COULD TRANSLATE WHAT THE HECK HE WAS SAYING. We are able to interpret about 10 "you naw mean"s and "you nawm sayn" (you know what I mean, you know what I'm saying) In between, I believe I made out a complaint about a judge doing his boy wrong, because his boy is trying to do right and the judge put him in jail anyway. hmmmm....right.

The lady actually put the voicemail on speaker phone to see if anyone else could make out the rest of the mumbo. I couldn't even figure it out, and I've spent mad time on the east side of Detroit. (J.N.) anywho, it was an embarrassment. Who do I blame? no, not the president...hip hop

Pray my strength....

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

a Day in the LiFe Of a KINGMAKER

That's me, a kingmaker. I've finally accepted the "call." There's a scripture about virtuous women being a crown to their husbands. Well if we're the crown, that must mean they're the kings. And honestly, I feel that black women have verbally dogged out the brothas long enough. Me included. There was a season where I didn't think I would ever come to enjoy the presence of a black man again. Fortunately, things have changed...I love the brothers, and someday soon I'll be operating in my kingmaking abilities.

Now, there are some things that some of my brothers do that still piss me off.*** For example, the ones that still want to be rappers, or basketball players, The ones that think they're homosexual.*** The ones in jail; the ones with baby momma drama; the ones with gold teeth and nappy fros; the ones who strive to be like 50 cent, Kanye, Jay-Z, or some other poor representation of what a man should be; the ones who forget about God; the ones who forget where they came from; the ones who just aint going anywhere; and the ones who CHEAT***The ones who buy $200 cars and put $5,000 rims on em; the ones who make dating decisions solely off a girl's physical appearance; the ones who act like it's impossible to stay a virgin until marriage; the ones who don't like to read books.*** Otherwise, I love the brothas!



***is an indication that I would like to use vocabulary that would not be considered holy, godly, appropriate, etc., means you can use your imagination.

Monday, February 20, 2006

in other news...

i just need to ramble. This is week number 7, class number 6, in secured transactions class, and I am yet to read an entire assignment. This is the same prof that is listed as one of my references. Unfortunately, due to my failure to read, it takes me a second in class to understand what the heck is going on. I'm on call for class 8.

I haven't read in Crimpro for about 3 weeks. I just copy and paste briefs from lexisnexis and acted like I briefed it myself when he called on my a couple weeks ago. It was a close call, cuz lexis doesn't brief the dissenting opinions.

I think I've pretty much lost motivation in everything, except for piano and prayer. If I could do those all day everyday, I think I'd be a pretty motivated camper. Schoolwork and the job constantly hogs my time. I'm tired of reading, paying attention in class, deadlines, demands, eating right, exercising, washing my hair, waking up early, movies, cooking, cleaning, driving, budgeting, and much more.

I thought it'd be great to go home and get a break for spring break. however, the saturday after spring break is my mpre exam...there went spring break. This means no real break until...August. somebody help me..................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

should I be upset?

Okay, so I'm not one of those people to get all upset about racial issues. I don't blame stuff on the man. But I was slightly ticked in the clinic today. The prof was complaining that we got off for Martin Luther the King day but not President's day. She said it didn't make sense. .. Doesn't make sense? Huh? I mean, my job was closed for President's day, but not school. Anywho, I tried not to be offended. AS IF MLK is not an important person. As if our world isn't changed because of him. Anywho....

Also at the clinic today, one of our profs gave a quiz--how many days are in each month. Only 2 people got it right (me and another girl). All the guys flunked the test. Men...

Monday, February 13, 2006

Gender roles

In efforts to preserve my reputation, I've made an affirmative decision not to be too graphic on this blog. I do admit that there are times when certain details should be spared.

However, in efforts to express myself, I will make this statement: There are some days of the month that I wish I was a man.

Enough said

Sunday, February 12, 2006

I ball, and sometimes I shot call

I've been playing basketball on this IM team with some law school kids, a co-ed team, and we've been bringing it! You can't stop us. Naw, for real, we're really good.
Tonight was the first time I had some major trash spoken to me by this girl on the court in a long time. I realized that the last time I really played competitively, I wasn't as sanctimonious. ; ) So I wasn't really sure how to respond to her idle and profane babblings. I ended up just confronting her and telling her to chill out. She didn't say anything else to me for the game's entirety. We beat them like 70 something to 20 something.

Why do I always wait til freakin Sunday night when I'm tired as heck to complete my homework? Somebody help me..

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Where's Waldo

Have you ever thought about what you would do if you met the perfect mate, and then they had the strangest name? Not really Waldo, but kinda like that. Like Allowicious. Or if you married a guy with an extremely strange last name....like Mohatsingrets, or Beefsausagesinski? Or what if you got married and find out your spouse has like explosive booger disorder, or their body shakes when they go to sleep? What if they sleep with their eyes all the way open? Or what if their hands sweat a lot, and then everytime he touches your hair you need ur hair done again? What if everytime you were about to kiss your spouse they began rolling on the floor and giggling uncontrollably? Or, if every time you were to engage in some relations, the inside of their nose started itching, and they began to dig up their nose? Or what if their elbows were constantly ashy?

These are all things that make me go hmmmmmmm. . . . somebody help me.

Monday, February 06, 2006

chicago

No, not the movie...my weekend. I don't think I could have asked for a better time. Then again, my hotel was kind of ghetto. The bathroom looked like it was about 80 years old. It was probably the first bathroom ever built in the history of the city of Chicago. The continental breakfast was rather enjoyable, on the brighter side of things. I was in the Lincoln Park area; the shopping looked nice but I didn't engage in any of that.

My interviews went very well, and my evening on Saturday with a friend was also a joy. We went to this really cool dessert lounge. They were playing ghetto, east side of detroit type music. But they had this really cool, glow in the dark looking bathroom. It inspired me to remodel. Then we went to this restaurant with an awesome live blues band. Now, I don't believe in the blues, but the band was talented. The drunk people at the table next to us were trying to get us to get up and dance to the music. I generally reserve shakin my groove thang to music like Canton Jones, and I didn't make any exceptions for the evening.

TODAY was a different story. I'm not a wagering woman, but my supervisor at the clinic made me bet her that one of my clients would pay the service fee she owed us. I won the bet, so my supervisor had to buy me a lemonade. It was good.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

basketball, boys (men), bears, bulls, cubs, and white sox, clients

Quite a few different things going on these days:

(1) I played basketball with a law school IM team the other night. We won, and played well together as a team. But I was horribly out of shape. I made only a few valuable contributions. It was fun, and it will motivate me to stay in shape.

(2) A friend told me the one thing that men want. I am officially enlightened to the fact that all men want is PEACE! Now ask me do I buy it....

(3) I'm very excited about traveling to Chicago this weekend. I think I'll ask Minister Kevin to pray with me before I go because I am expecting a lot this weekend. I believe I'll fun too, of course aftermy interviewing is complete.

(4) I officially retained my first client at the rental housing clinic. I mean, I've given advice to various people, but this is my first time like representing someone (outside of a criminal matter). I felt so lawyerly.

(5) Oh yeah, one last thing. I was believing God for a new keyboard and someone blessed me with one today. YAH!!!!!