Why don't people appreciate Dandelions?

I was walking on the sidewalk, and noticed that a large family of dandelions had conquered the grass next to me. I think they are beautiful. I remember being a little kid, and I would pick a handful of dandelions and take them to my mother. She always acted happy to have them. My older brother would yell, "Those are just weeds!" I think he was jealous.

Sure they're weeds, but to me they are just as pretty as flowers. THen, I thought, there has to be a deeper meaning.
One, I thought of how I've seen good-looking people, and then I've seen beautiful people. My distinction is that beautiful people are attractive inside and out. To be good-looking, however, only takes surface-level grooming. Dandelions could be like those good-looking people, who are just a weed in a flower's body.

I also thought about how people are judged based on their status instead of their qualities. I would have never known dandelions were weeds until someone told me. Oftentimes, we judge people based on how much money they have, or a car, or their education, and automatically discount others who don't have these things. So even though the dandelion have-nots are just as good as the daisy-haves, we allow status to distinguish the two.

Am i reading too deep into dandelions? I love dandelions.

looking at the list

So dana tells me that Michelle Hammond's book basically says don't make lists because a lot of time we limit ourselves, and that most women have such influence over their man that what they have is different from what they originally had. For example, men who say they didn't have things together, etc., before they met the wifey.

Now I feel that to a certain extent. I like how Wellington Boone calls women kingmakers. But on the other end of the scale, I've heard time and time again that women who think they can change a man are deceived. And then, a lot Pastors talk about only marrying this whole, complete person, as if they should already have it together before you meet them.

I think there's a balance to everything. There are certain things a brotha should have together beforehand, but I don't think we should be closed to helping them out with other things. I know that sounds very vague, but I haven't yet pinpointed all of the must haves versus the will-haves by the time I'm done with him.

Since you insist....

Dear God,
Here's what I want, though most of the list can be summed in a few. I tried to get as detailed as possible.

(1) he loves the lord my god with all of his heart, soul, mind, strength
(2) understands his purpose and role in the body of Christ
(3) loves children, and wants a house full of them
(4) fun and goofy sometimes, and handles business at other times
(5) above-average intelligence
(6) goal-oriented, and a great leader and visionary
(7) health-conscious
(8) desires to make a difference in the lives of others: No “us four, no more” mentality; a world changer
(9) down to earth, not conceited or arrogant
(10) supportive, and encouraging
(11) I prefer not to marry a pastor, and I don’t want to marry a man that works in a factory.
(12) At least an appreciation for the legal field
(13) Honest at all costs
(14) Displays and constantly develops in the fruit of the spirit

PHYSICAL
(15) Hahaha
(16) Complexion: brown like an almond. If exceptional, I’ll settle for light like a peanut
(17) Hair: I tend to fall for an out of the ordinary hairstyle. However, braids are out. A man with braids in his hair probably doesn’t have a good job.
(18) Body: I, like anyone else, can appreciate a good, solid set of abs and pecs. However, I can deal with any brother that’s not overweight
(19) Height: My height or taller when I have on my good pink heels. If he’s exceptional, I’ll throw my heels away.
(20) Skin: smooth as a baby’s bottom.

Only a few out of this entire list are must-haves. Some are negotiable. Some are just my personal ideal.

Men on Film

So I saw Inside Man on Saturday night. Very interesting...definitely kind of unexpected turn of events within the movie. Denzel, unfortunately, was not looking like his normal self. He was still attractive...he just looked different.

Someone recently asked me what I want in a man. For some reason, it was a very difficult question. I haven't thought about it in a while b/c I'm starting to appreciate people's differences. It's easier to say what I don't want than what I do. However, I've recently stumbled across a quality that I think I could appreciate in a hubby: one who encourages. It doesn't even have to be oral encouragement. One can encourage with actions and words. For example, if you know your boyfriend has decided to train for a marathon, going to buy him some new tennis shoes, or a nice running t-shirt, or one of those little running back packs--these are all acts of encouragement.


I decided that I want to encourage people in their endeavors more often. I'm going to work on it.

Today I wore a mini skirt

yes yes, I did. It felt good, not naughty. The weather was perfect--75 and breezy. It was not a nasty short mini or anything. I think it was perfectly mini...it was just enough, but certainly not too much.

I decided that I like mini skirts, and I might buy one more, and add it to my bar-studying wardrobe.

ANywho, I feel better about my body since I began a consistent exercise routine. This preacher from Georgia I was watching the other night said that the percentages are saying that very small numbers of African-American people exercise.

My thoughts: This lack of exercise, combined with poor dieting = our alarming numbers of heart problems and cancer patients. So, my exercising is not for my mini skirts. That's just a benefit. It's moreso for my health. I desire a healthy life.

the log

It's hard to during times like this. My brain is literally everywhere at once. I'm thinking about soo much. Right now, I think I'd give anything to go somewhere warm and lay on the beach in the hot sun and listen to the sound of nothing but waves crashing against the sand and sea gulls. I would put down my beach blanket, let my hair go, and just lie there.....aahhh.

Forget this whole law school thing. It's overrated. Let's go to the beach...

DECISIONS.....

So I was at the store today, and found that my lip gloss costs more than my cereal. I mean, what's a girl to do when she has to choose between lip gloss and cereal. Both are vital ingredients to a healthy happy female life. You gotta have cereal for those times when your boyfriend plays you shady, or when you feel fat, when you don't feel like cooking, and not to mention for breakfast. Lip gloss, I mean, it's the foundation of...of..everything human! Where would the world be without it. There'd probably be a lot less kissing if it wasn't for lip gloss, because there'd be more ashy lips, as opposed to lips that smell good, have color, and look like you just smeared sexy chicken grease over them.

So...I splurged....I bought em both.

There goes plan B...shoot!

I made a pact with my good friend Jon Moss during childhood, that if neither of us was married by 30, we would elope. At that age, 30 seemed ancient. Well, my childhood pal has sold out on me. He's engaged to be married. Sheesh...how selfish can one get? Now what am I to do if plan A doesn't work out?

My solution: I'll find another plan B. But the new age will have to be like 35 or 40. 30 doesn't seem that far off now that I'm a whoppin 25.

somebody help me....

Cream in my COffee

I discussed today with Joel (white) and K.C. (black and mexican) the subject of interracial dating. Joel is married, K.C. is not. I told them I was wanting some cream in my coffee. I have actually never seriously considered dating a white guy. I do, however, think Italians are quite hot. I also think some middle-eastern guys are cute, but often they're not Christians. Mexican guys are often fly, but they are often pretty short.
I would date outside of my race. I really really would. Part of me desires this experiment. There's this white guy at Word of Faith who I think is highly attractive. Yet, there's part of me that finds its primary attraction to be with chocolate brown men (Boris, of course, is an exception).
K.C. says my dad wouldn't go for interracial dating. I think he wouldn't mind, but might wonder what happened. I haven't completely lost faith in the brothers. There are some good ones out there. However, our community in general is facing some serious issues. Many are growing up without their fathers, and are clueless about being a man. Half of the ones who do have their head on straight are ARROGANT, and don't know how to treat a lady.
I don't expect any special treatment or anything, but it's nice to have an old-fashioned guy who actually values a woman, and knows what one is worth.
anywho, I still consider myself to be an equal opportunity dater.