Time Out

I’m taking a blogging break y’all.  I have perfected the art of procrastination and I really need to work on putting first things first. 

So, even though I haven’t posted in a minute anyhow, I’m officially on break.  For about a week or so, nothing major. 

Be good.  Be blessed.  Be here when I get back!

Giants Do Die

I have been humming and singing this song all afternoon.  Have you heard it?  Be encouaged. Be blessed.

Donald Lawrence – Giants

Giants do die
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Giants they die
Just walk around the Jericho Wall

Now we come in Your name
And we stand on Your Word
What is loosed in the heavens
Will be loosed on Earth

Now we come in Your name
And we stand on Your Word
What is loosed in the heavens
Will be loosed on Earth

Let God arise, Giants die!

Giants do die
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Giants they die
Just walk around the Jericho Wall

Now we come in Your name
And we stand on Your Word
What is loosed in the heavens
Will be loosed on Earth

Now we come in Your name
And we stand on Your Word
What is loosed in the heavens
Will be loosed on Earth

Let God arise, Giants die!

Your praise will bring down stronghold
When you praise, you will see miracles
Just pray when things seem impossible
And the King of Glory
Will show His Glory

Let God arise, Giants die!

Giants, do die
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Giants they die
Just walk around the Jericho Wall

Now we come in Your name
And we stand on Your Word
What is loosed in the heavens
Will be loosed on Earth

Now we come in Your name
And we stand on Your Word
What is loosed in the heavens
Will be loosed on Earth

Let God arise, Giants die!

When you praise
When you praise
When you praise
They gotta come down

When you praise
When you praise
When you praise
They gotta come down

When you worship
When you worship
When you worship
They gotta come down

When you worship
When you worship
When you worship
They gotta come down

When you shout
Just shout
When you shout
They gotta come down

When you shout
Just shout
When you shout
They gotta come down

They gotta come down
They gotta come down
They gotta come down
They gotta come down

They gotta come down
They gotta come down
They gotta come down
They gotta come down

When you shout
Just shout
When you shout
They gotta come down

When you shout
Just shout
When you shout
They gotta come down

When you shout
Just shout
When you shout
They gotta come down

When you shout
Just shout
When you shout
They gotta come down

They gotta come down
They gotta come down
They gotta come down
They gotta come down

Let God arise, Giants die!

I’m Actually Looking Forward to Tomorrow’s Class

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My Friday night class is on student development in college.  Lots of theories, postulates, etc. etc.  I generally find most of it to be a bunch of b.s. psychobabble.  Not that I completely disagree with the stages and vectors and whatever else they’re termed that we go through, this is just such a departure from my previous educational training which is based on hard science – biology and public health.  Seems like anyone can pick five stages, give them a fancy sounding name and then assert that we all go through them.  Whatev.

Tomorrow night?  Racial and Ethnic Identity Development.  Whoo hoo.  Should either be a very lively or very quiet class. 

Right now I’m reading about Helms’ White Identity Development Model.  In her first “phase” titled “Abandonment of Racism” she explains that there are two statuses.  Status 1 is Contact.  Status 2 is Disintegration.  In Status 1, individuals must “acknowledge that blacks are treated differently from whites in the United States.  When whites reach this point, they can move on to the next status.”  I almost fell out of my chair (here at work) laughing.  All I could think was “does anyone ever make it to Status 2 or Phase II, Status 6 (the final status of white identity development). 

Yeah, I know, I’m not making much sense.  But I’m tickled at this particular reading.  So, bear with me.

Seriously, it seems as though most whites I encounter do not acknowledge the fact that blacks – and other racial/ethnic minorites – are treated differently in this country.  I often hear about how we all have the same opportunities, we all have the same Constitutional guarantees, etc., etc.  I wonder if this phenomena is unique to the South or if people hear the same thing all over the country?

Curious to know what your experiences with this have been and what your thoughts are.  If you’re a person of color – do most of the white people you encounter acknowledge different treatment of minorities (don’t get all Census bureau on me, you know what I mean) or do you routinely encounter white folks who will say “yes, you are treated differently?”  If you’re white, what are your thoughts?  Do you think there is an equal playing field?  That everyone, regardless of ethnicity or heritage is treated equally here in America (or wherever you may be reading this from)?

Curious to see what y’all will say, so please comment.  Keep it nice, keep it clean.  Please.  Thanks in advance!

*I use black/white because those are the groups to whom my readings refer.  Please feel free to chime in regardless of  whether or not you “fit” either of these categories.*

Monday Musings

  • Our Valentine’s Day was nice.  Not what we’d originally planned – and I use the term planned loosely – but nice.  The church held a fundraiser where they’d keep the kiddos from 5-12 for $25, so  I signed Lovegirl up thinking that Smoochy and I would finally have a date night.  Well, Smoochy didn’t make it home until about 530 on Saturday and I knew that he was tired and there was no way Lovegirl was going to agree to be sent away now that Daddy! was home.  So, I went to the local Vietnamese spot and got Beef and Rice for Smoochy, Shrimp Bun for me (yum!) and then picked up a pizza for Lovegirl.  We sat around laughing, eating and trippin’ out.  It was all good.
  • My kid has wet the bed 3 times in the last few weeks.  She’s never done this before, I think we’re going back to no liquids after 630.  Smoochy thinks this is torturous of me.  I think it is torturous to have to bathe 40 pounds of sleep child at 615 in the morning.  I win!
  • I have got to sit down and reevaluate the way I’m working things on a daily basis.  ‘Cause it is not working.  My car is a mess, my schoolwork hasn’t been all that great, I’m watching too much TV, not reading enough, cooking the same old thing every week . . . definitely time to sit down and come up with a new plan.
  • I joined F.acebook last week.  Big mistake.  I’ve wasted more time on that joker catching up with folks from the old neighborhood, high school, and college.  Addictive I tell ya!
  • I think I’m going to find myself a Bun recipe . . .
  • Peace out homies!

Life Lesson #21409

No matter how good an idea it seems while you’re sitting in class praying for 6:00 so that you can implement your “genius” plan, consuming copious amounts of wine and then attempting to iron 4 baskets of clothes is NOT a good idea.

Consider yourself schooled . . .