My Man, My Muscle

"In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all, no one ever hated their own body, but they feed and care for their body, just as Christ does the church." Ephesians 5:28-29

"Now ladies if you got a man and he treat you real good
Ain't you gonna flex every chance that you get?
Mary J. Blige

I've been threatening to write about my husband for quite some time.

It has been six months since he rallied the troops ( a puny green wife and a perpetually stoned superintendent) to move our belongings down the sticky marble steps of our walk up tenement and into the back of a disturbingly Manhattan priced moving truck.

Since the 1200 miles and through an equal amount of vomiting episodes, he has worked tirelessly in scrubbing, moving, hanging, yanking, designing, clipping, painting, and constructing to make our house a home. He's fought the roaches and won, worn out the stairs to the attic, and remained steadfast in answering my daily question of what's for dinner?

Besides attending every appointment, he has soldiered up and smiled when I exclaimed yes to natural childbirth and signed my rights away to most unnecessary medical interventions, knowing full well he married an iconoclast.

He's dutifully engaged in a nine week class, agreed with me in marveling at the miracles of the uterus and breast, and repeatedly told me (his big mama) that my bulging belly and rippling thighs are beautiful and we should take pictures.

He has shouldered the hormone surges, name calling, and blubbering F bomb spells that rear their head at four in the morning. He has rubbed my back and headed into the guest room night after night to give me and my ampleness some space.

He has encouraged me to wear my uniform of XL turquoise sweats from morning to night, jumped at the chance to use his God given semen to "soften my cervix" and waited patiently while this baby hippo hoisted and willed myself up onto the bed and into the mood.

But last night his devotion as a partner and soon to be father took on a new level when he propped me up on pillows, regulated my breathing, greased up his hands, and administered the perineum massage.

If you don't know....google it.

Now, is that true love?


Thank you Baby!  I couldn't and wouldn't do it without you.

As The Final Weeks Unfold...

BILL COSBY HAS DONE IT AGAIN.

His latest...

"They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English.
I can't even talk the way these people talk:

Why you ain't,
Where you is,
What he drive,
Where he stay,
Where he work,
Who you be...
And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk.
And then I heard the father talk.
Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth.
In fact you will never get any kind of job making a decent living.
People marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an education, and now we've got these knuckleheads walking around.
The lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal.
These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids.
$500 sneakers for what?
And they won't spend $200 for Hooked on Phonics.
I am talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit.
Where were you when he was 2?
Where were you when he was 12?
Where were you when he was 18 and how come you didn't know that he had a pistol?
And where is the father? Or who is his father?
People putting their clothes on backward:
Isn't that a sign of something gone wrong?
People with their hats on backward, pants down around the crack, isn't that a sign of something?
Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up and got all type of needles [piercing] going through her body?
What part of Africa did this come from??
We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans; they don't know a thing about Africa .....
I say this all of the time. It would be like white people saying they are European-American. That is totally stupid.
I was born here, and so were my parents and grand parents and, very likely my great grandparents. I don't have any connection to Africa, no more than white Americans have to Germany , Scotland , England , Ireland , or the Netherlands . The same applies to 99 percent of all the black Americans as regards to Africa . So stop, already! ! !
With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammed and all of that crap ......... And all of them are in jail.
Brown or black versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem.
We have got to take the neighborhood back.
People used to be ashamed. Today a woman has eight children with eight different 'husbands' -- or men or whatever you call them now.
We have millionaire football players who cannot read.
We have million-dollar basketball players who can't write two paragraphs. We, as black folks have to do a better job.
Someone working at Wal-Mart with seven kids, you are hurting us.
We have to start holding each other to a higher standard..
We cannot blame the white people any longer."

Dr. William Henry 'Bill' Cosby, Jr.

Today's Times

"Men have been taught that the highest virtue is not to achieve, but to give. Yet one cannot give that which has not been created. Creation comes before distribution - or there will be nothing to distribute. The need of the creator comes before the need of any possible beneficiary. Yet we are taught to admire the second-hander who dispenses gifts he has not produced above the man who made the gifts possible. We praise an act of charity. We shrug at an act of achievement."

Ayn Rand

1943

A small excerpt of genius from The Fountainhead.

And so glad I took the time.

Content of Character

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” MLK

Four years ago today I boarded a half full flight to New York City to fulfill a dream I had. In those short hours spread out in coach,  I jotted down the first entry to this blog on that momentous day. It has since tracked my progress and measured my growth by actions and deed's in accordance with God's and often times my will. Sprinkled with some failures and trimmed with my own triumphs, I can see what God has changed in me and still how far I have to go.

Four years ago today, President Barak Obama took the high office as our Commander in Chief and President of the United States. I wrote about my hopes for him and what fruit he might bear. And through his term, on these virtual pages, I have candidly and factually documented his works for the American people and his self serving agenda.

Today, the 47 percent (that's right) of approving sheep will coral themselves into our nation's capital and in front of their boob tubes to once again glorify the most liberal (not to be confused with progressive) leader we have ever encountered and forget the blinding fact that we are more divided as equals than ever.  While they wave their flags of hope and gaze blank eyed at their Messiah, the fact he has added six trillion dollars to our national debt as we wallow in (his words) the worst recession since the great depression isn't even a consideration.
Poverty and unemployment have risen exponentially... He has disregarded the Constitution and deemed it a mere annoyance, in a selfish decision to issue 23 executive orders in the pursuit of tighter gun control. This latest assault attacks our individual rights and represents blatant defiance of our of checks and balances.
Furthermore, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US is taking home less from our earned paycheck. And in an unfounded, unheard of non-action, He hasn't even proposed a budget in his entire presidency.
Can we all BAHHH like sheep together?

And here's the real rub for those who think it is prolific poetic justice that this far left, half black president is sworn in on Dr. Martin Luther King Day. 

MLK was conservative and is weeping at where we are as a people.

 The majority of his message in his charismatic civil rights movement was that of the institution of church and religion. His core beliefs, like overwhelming power and necessity of faith-based association and self-government based on truth and moral law, are profoundly conservative. The absolute opposite of this president!!
For Martin Luther King, individual freedom depended upon civic responsibility and content of character. Not giving privileges or handouts to special interest groups or minority races. 

Do you know what I think is slavery, living off the government and not your own will. 

Have we really come so far?

King aimed to unite a divided America strictly based on  the goals of our Founding Fathers, not to change fundamentally unjust public policies to favor groups (the non-wealthy or the non-white). 

King led with love, not racial hatred. Obama incites racial division based on haves and have nots.

"His Dream" echoes that of the Founders: "all men are created equal and endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights that among them are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." 

This president wants to take points away from those who ran harder and faster.  

Now, how has our situation improved?

His Dictatorship

At the end of a painful first term, he exercises executive order once again. And state officials say fuck you.

I SO DISLIKE THIS MAN...>>

Wise Guy With Wisdom

"Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect." Romans 12:12

A recent visit from one of our favorite couples, a Brooklyn born Italian and Queens bred Yugoslavian got me thinking about New York and its standout uniqueness from the rest of the world. They had driven the Eastern seaboard on a quick snow bird escape and landed on our humble doorstep with the sheer wonderful intensity that can only come from their urban abode. With a familiar vowel pattern and Burrough specific accent she simply said, "It's so dauk everywhere else, I guess we awrrr just so spoiled in New Yawk."
Spoiled. What a funny way of describing the lack of light pollution and street lamps in other big towns and small cities scattered beneath their Empire State. "I mean whaut do people do to entertain themselves heeeya, rub two sticks togetter...We awrr spoiled."

A sense of sadness set in as we stood there hugging on our rather dark wooded lot. A knowing that if you aren't a part of it, you're missing it. I've experienced the dizzying elation of complete captivation NY handed me. And these days, I feel so far removed from all things intoxicating. Yet the more we talked, the narrower the focus of thought became evident and an image of my true self appeared in my forefront as J.R.R Tolkiens words washed over me and cleansed my clouded thoughts.
~All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.~

I've known different. I've tread other paths. I have thrived in a fly speck in Southern Indiana, dwelt in luxury in a Caribbean seaside villa, survived in a rat infested tool shed, shown grace on a cold concrete floor of an African coffee plantation, grew too fast in an inner city, chased a dream at the epicenter of the world, and am now growing a family in a small coastal town.
Limited scope is a cup of poison I have refused to drink, instead choosing to get drunk on the growing pains and pleasures of expanding my world's horizon. This has been right for me.

Spoiled? Just Blessed.

Searching My Heart And Testing My Mind

I stare at this blinking cursor everyday, willing the words to unveil themselves in my grand purpose and  meaning in this life. The vocabulary doesn't materialize. The inspiration fails to surface. I blame it on the lack of visual stimulus and pine tree blinders inhibiting me from waxing poetically about all the freaky people making the beauty in the world. I blame the deliberate protection of my unborn fetus on me swallowing the bitter taste of fierce anger I feel about our political state and my reluctance to spell it out. I question the validity of my opinion, of my blog, and the adverse affect my thoughts, deeds, and words may have on one's I love or those I've yet to reach. I feel a lacking in this behavior. Still, I sit in silence and let the power of a blank screen have more control over me than the good word I know and the good life I live.
And then...

This is what the Lord says:

“Cursed is the one who trusts in man,
who draws strength from mere flesh
and whose heart turns away from the Lord.
That person will be like a bush in the wastelands;
they will not see prosperity when it comes.
They will dwell in the parched places of the desert,
in a salt land where no one lives.

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.”

The heart is deceitful above all things
and beyond cure.

Who can understand it?

Jeremiah 17:5-9

My One Word

"And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his commands. As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love." 2 John 1:6

OBEDIENCE

What do you hope God will change in you?