Barack Obama

I haven't been keeping totally abreast of the political situation going on in America right now. Yes, I have a basic idea of what is happening... but as to the details regarding the political race and what each candidate is for and against... nada. As much as I am for the change and hoping that America is ready for a Black man as President, I have my doubts. There are still areas that racism still reign supreme.

I had heard about Michelle Obama's speech, as well as Hillary and Bill Clinton's. But last night I was able to see Barack Obama speak and I was mesmerized. What a speech!! He is so charismatic and easy to follow (even for a layman like me)that it's hard not to chime in and think "Yes We Can!". I still have my doubts that he will win... but God I sure do hope he does. The White House could do very well with someone like him as President. Lord knows what has been happening over the course of the last 8 years.

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Fat and Visibility.

Self Image is a hell of a thing.

Some people, very pretty may see themselves as undesirable. Skinny, fat. Fat, skinny... and so on. Over the years I've realized that while I did not see the pounds piling on my body, the scale certainly did not miss it. So after looking at pictures, one day you suddenly, well I did, wake up with the realization that you are(gasp) fat. Certainly, those midnight runs to Krispy Kreme in college did not help... and the thinking I could eat at all hours of the night like dear husband would catch up with me. Plus my genes are definitely NOT Skinny genes!

Trust me, I'm not the "I'm so fat" size 0 weighing chick.... FARRRRRRRRRRRRR from it. However, I know a few... but I'm not hung up on my weight either. Yes, I've been trying to move more and eat less and make better choices food-wise...but it's not a constant discussion topic or anything. The point is simply that I'm not slim nor anywhere near it. I see it and so must others, right? This is where the visibility aspect comes in.

I'll be around people, spouse included, and it almost never fails... whether it be road rage or expressing anger towards someone. FAT! Not P-H-A-T!! FAT!! As in, "That FAT F^ck, cut me off." or "This FAT b*tch says to me..." Now usually, it's not a problem... but seeing my recent discovery that I too now belong to that league, something I'm sure people who have been seeing me all this time will not think is a recent development, I wonder... when you are in your anger expressing distaste and calling people "fat", the same way a racist might say "n*gger", how am I to feel?

In the past I've asked. I was told... NOT YOUUUUU! But seriously speaking, it's done alllll the time. So I wonder .. I'm fat... but are you blind?

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Everyone has a story...

I've been following the Beijing 2008 Summer Olympics, and I've found that even the sports that I'm not a huge fan of, it's been interesting to watch. Simply because, everyone has a story. This not only is true of Olympians but just people in general. Stories of sorrow, hardship, illness, recovery, happiness, love and triumph. I like the side stories.

The Olympics this year so far have been very exciting and pretty to watch. The Bird Nest and Water Cube, breath taking!! China's rich culture shone through during the Opening Ceremonies, although afterwards it was a bit tainted by the lip syncing bit. Apparently the real little girl who sang, wasn't thought to be camera worthy because she had jagged teeth. So, in an effort to give better "face", they found another little girl who was thought to be "cuter" to lip sync during the ceremony.



This weekend is when the heat is on.. as everyone in Jamaica will be tuned in to see Asafa Powell or Usain Bolt claim Olympic medals in the 100m track event. I'll be watching as well.

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My Second Husband.

Let me first say...
I'm still married and living with my first husband. I love him. We're not separated or even talking or thinking (well not me anyways) of divorce. However, there are days when he does things and without giving it much pause or thought.. I make a mental note to self that my second husband will NOT have that quality.

There is no question, my husband is the most miserable person I know. He knows it too. He will even admit it.. on a VERY good day. On a VEEEEEEERRRRRRRYYYYYYYY GOOOD day he will even go as far as to state that he wishes he wasn't as miserable as he is...but he uses a very low voice when he says it.

When he gets miserable he walks about and grumbles. I cannot stand the grumbling!
My second husband will not grumble. Hell, he won't have one miserable bone in his body. I think I have filled my quota on living with misery. Then again, maybe my first husband's second wife will love that about him.

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Disregard or Disrespect?

I have a friend. A veryyyy good friend. She lives in Nassau, but we keep in touch all the time. Years ago, she introduced me to this other girl. I got along with her quite well. When the girl was getting married some years ago, she came to FL to do her wedding shopping. We went all over and found her dress, ordered invites and decorations and giveaways... She even used my address to ship some of the things she ordered to and I in turn had to send them to her. For all my efforts she never did say thank you, or that the things reached her ok. So I had her up for it kinda... I told our mutual friend what happened and she understood where I was coming from and even stated that she was embarrassed because she didn't know the extent of my involvement.

Anyhow, that was 2000. I didn't speak to the bride again until 2 weeks ago. She called me out of the blue saying she wanted to come to FL that same weekend and wanted me to take her around shopping. I told her that I had to work that night and would find out my schedule for the rest of the weekend and let her know. She also said she was thinking of ordering clothes online from this store and if she could have them deliver the clothes to my address, but also wanted to know if the clothes would reach me by Sunday. I told her that seeing as it was after 7 on a Friday night, it was highly unlikely, but since I don't shop at that store maybe she should check out the shipping policy. The next day, she called again stating that she needed to make her flight arrangements and was waiting on my schedule to determine what she was doing.

When I saw that, I figured what kind of pressure I would be under with her for the weekend and remembered my last run in with her. I sent her back an email saying that since I work on weekends I'm not sure how well it would work out, so while I would love to see her, please don't depend on me to set her travel plans. The next email I got from her a few days later was that she had come up and she accomplished what she wanted and that she would be back before the end of the year and that she hoped to see me then.

So imagine my surprise almost two weeks later when I went to check my mail box and there was a slip from the post office saying that they had a package for...her last name and my last name together. I was surprised but figured that since she had mentioned shopping from the store that maybe she did. But I figured that she would have called or sent email to say something. Our mutual friend happened to be in town, but she was in Orlando and would be driving down to Ft. Lauderdale to fly back to the Bahamas... so I figured maybe she had said something to her about the package and how she would get it. I called my friend and she said that this was all news to her. The only discussion that she and the girl had was that she was coming to FL and wanted to call me to say hi so she asked her for my number. Anyhow I told her that since it was just clothes maybe she could stuff it in the side of her bag and take it home when she was leaving... she wasn't sold on the idea but I know she would do it.

So yesterday, I go to the post office to pick up the package. 1. It's not from the store... it's from a person in Delaware. 2. It's a HUGE box that took up all of the front seat of my car. I was in shock or I would have had the sense to say "Return to sender".

I called my friend and explained what happened. She was pissed and said she would not be taking it with her and that she would deal with her when she gets back home. So I quickly wrote an email to the girl... but didn't send it because I knew it was a bit harsh... but now when I think further about it, mi wonder really wha she tek mi fah? She didn't tell me any package was coming and worse, she gave my address to someone to send stuff to her... how she figure she going to get it now?

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