Make Your Judgements Delible
My 4C tresses is Relaxed
Skin, the color of JIF
Hourglass with Extra Sand
My Thighs Touch
Pigeon-Toed Feet
And I'm Just 5'2"
My Outside doesn't draw my Inside
It's tell nothing about my mind
How open my heart is, can't be seen
Do I have a degree or a GED?
My eyes might be the windows to my soul
But it's a lot of furniture in my life's home
Oh, but you looked at me and determined my life
Hope you wrote that in pencil
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
They Think I'm Jotting Sermonic Notes(Poetry Corner)
They Think I'm Jotting Sermonic Notes
Be Worth the Crowd
Be Worth the Worry
Be Worth the Accusation
Be Worth the Trial
Be Worth the Pain
Be Worth the Spirit Leaving
Be Worth the Hell Sermon
Be Worth the Getting Up
Be Worth the Ascenscion
Be Worth the Place Preparation
Be Worth the Coming Back
Because He Already Thinks You Are
So
Be Worthy of the Worth
Be Worth of Love
Be Worth the Crowd
Be Worth the Worry
Be Worth the Accusation
Be Worth the Trial
Be Worth the Pain
Be Worth the Spirit Leaving
Be Worth the Hell Sermon
Be Worth the Getting Up
Be Worth the Ascenscion
Be Worth the Place Preparation
Be Worth the Coming Back
Because He Already Thinks You Are
So
Be Worthy of the Worth
Be Worth of Love
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
I'll Rhyme For a Love (Poetry Corner)
I'll Rhyme For a ❤Love❤
Pastel Dresses or Vest & Tie Sets
Candy Filled Eggs Sitting in Colorful Nest
A Special Something is on Its Way
It's Easter, My Favorite Holiday
Gifts of Bubbles, Hula Hoops & Jump Ropes
Sunshine not Rain is the Weather Hope
No-one Wants to Look for Eggs in the Wet
Board Games if Outside is Soggy is the Alternative Bet
But That's Not Why I Love This Time
It is the True Reason That Comes to My Mind
A man named Jesus Died for Me
Three Days Later, He Rose Up So I Could be Free
No Other Man Will Ever Love Me Like That
Not an Alphonse, a Timmy, or a Jack
The World was Dark but He's the Truth & the Light
Song Writer said That's Love and That is a Fact I Can't Fight
Didn't Want to Keep You Long
Me Not Talking About It Would be Wrong
Like the Tiny Tots Would Say
Happy Resurrection Day!!!
Pastel Dresses or Vest & Tie Sets
Candy Filled Eggs Sitting in Colorful Nest
A Special Something is on Its Way
It's Easter, My Favorite Holiday
Gifts of Bubbles, Hula Hoops & Jump Ropes
Sunshine not Rain is the Weather Hope
No-one Wants to Look for Eggs in the Wet
Board Games if Outside is Soggy is the Alternative Bet
But That's Not Why I Love This Time
It is the True Reason That Comes to My Mind
A man named Jesus Died for Me
Three Days Later, He Rose Up So I Could be Free
No Other Man Will Ever Love Me Like That
Not an Alphonse, a Timmy, or a Jack
The World was Dark but He's the Truth & the Light
Song Writer said That's Love and That is a Fact I Can't Fight
Didn't Want to Keep You Long
Me Not Talking About It Would be Wrong
Like the Tiny Tots Would Say
Happy Resurrection Day!!!
Monday, April 10, 2017
For the Love of Food Talk (Food Know-It-All)
When I started this series, someone asked, "Why did you call it, Food Know-It-All"?. Some of the topics covered, like food deserts & food assistance are not fun, not even to me. I simply just thought I was being quirky about educating my readers about the topics that were researched. And as usual, my thoughts took over after answering the question. Guess What? We all have a little Food Know-It-All in us.
As a 30+-year-old, I have more conversations with my family & friends about food than gossip. We call each other to discuss recipes. We are asking for personal reviews about brunch spots. My Facebook feed(my SoMe for my offline life LoL) is full of my FBF talking about the meals that are made.
Oh, we All have a little food critic in us, also. We Know What We Like. Our tastebuds are our measurement tools. My Twitter timeline is full of fun controversial food opinions and conversations.
A podcaster I listen to dislikes certain cakes. The German Chocolate tweet got side eyes from me. LoL, Hawaiian Pizza almost started a Twivil War. I don't eat it. And I shot a bullet or two. Oh, & I couldn't care less about sugar or salt on grits. Grits Are Nasty!!! (Comment box is open) Everybody is an expert of their opinion.
So, let's all embrace our inner Food Know-It-All. Reading an article about one restaurant buying another, be a Food Know-It-All. Still taking pictures of a pretty drink, snap away from you Food Know-It-All. Made an adjustment to a recipe that might help others, share that change, Food Know-It-All.
As Always Talking to You in Adult Terms
As a 30+-year-old, I have more conversations with my family & friends about food than gossip. We call each other to discuss recipes. We are asking for personal reviews about brunch spots. My Facebook feed(my SoMe for my offline life LoL) is full of my FBF talking about the meals that are made.
"Ooh, that sounds good."
"I might make that, Sunday"
It sparks conversations. It gives someone else ideas.
And some people like posting food pictures. (Remind me to discuss the overuse of the word, porn) I know I do. I like posting a nice looking and/or tasting plate or drink.
Also, there is a tinge of loving pride in what we make and eat. There is nothing wrong with talking about & showing it off sometimes. My mind & palate has been whetted by images all over the internet.Oh, we All have a little food critic in us, also. We Know What We Like. Our tastebuds are our measurement tools. My Twitter timeline is full of fun controversial food opinions and conversations.
A podcaster I listen to dislikes certain cakes. The German Chocolate tweet got side eyes from me. LoL, Hawaiian Pizza almost started a Twivil War. I don't eat it. And I shot a bullet or two. Oh, & I couldn't care less about sugar or salt on grits. Grits Are Nasty!!! (Comment box is open) Everybody is an expert of their opinion.
So, let's all embrace our inner Food Know-It-All. Reading an article about one restaurant buying another, be a Food Know-It-All. Still taking pictures of a pretty drink, snap away from you Food Know-It-All. Made an adjustment to a recipe that might help others, share that change, Food Know-It-All.
As Always Talking to You in Adult Terms
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Define Cheap Date
I'll be quick. Yes, I gave that tweet side eye. I'll cover up their identity & won't judge their grammar all the while explaining why this immature crud is wrong. I think this person wants to seem like they are high brow & bougie. Yes, Red Lobster is not an expensive date. There are other pricier places to go for seafood. But it is still a date. It is still an event to hang out with somebody you romantically and/or sexual dig. This tweet can be stripped down by several questions & examples.
1. Who said the lady doesn't Love Red Lobster?
2. Who said he didn't hear her say "That looks good" while watching a commercial. Heck, that means he listens, sometimes.
3. Why is 28 the magical age to go on expensive dates?
4. Could he be taking her somewhere else?
5. Is the value of a person's caliber based on the price of the restaurant or outing?
I'm sorry but I think this tweet is not going to get the user the attention they're pandering for. But to each, it's own.
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Oh while I have you, let's talk about dates being paid for with coupons or via online deal marketplaces like Groupon or Living Social. What is wrong with a nice deal? Have you all ever paid attention to the stuff on those sites? Lots of that stuff can be pricey. 54% off of a Sip & Paint party at a private estate is a nice deal. I was just sent a 40% off for one of my favorite brunch spots from a friend. Let me ask a guy out, I'm using this offer.
Why are people valuing other's worth by their bank accounts or what they think is in their wallets?
$ad some people can't calculate the true human value with a Dollar $ign.
As Always Talking to You in Adult Terms
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Healing (Poetry Corner)
Healing
It Was Pitch Black, Once
I Cried For Breakfast, Lunch, & Dinner
I Wrote Grief Poems as Snacks
I Even Exercised in the Name of Sadness
But Being Blue was No Comfort
So, I Picked My Pitiful Butt Up and Stood in Light
There Were Still Tears
Light Dried Those
Light Listened
Light Spoke Much Needed Truths
Light Was the Son
It Was Pitch Black, Once
I Cried For Breakfast, Lunch, & Dinner
I Wrote Grief Poems as Snacks
I Even Exercised in the Name of Sadness
But Being Blue was No Comfort
So, I Picked My Pitiful Butt Up and Stood in Light
There Were Still Tears
Light Dried Those
Light Listened
Light Spoke Much Needed Truths
Light Was the Son
Saturday, April 1, 2017
You Will Call It Random (Poetry Corner)
You Will Call It Random
In My Mind
I Cured Cancer & AIDS
In My Mind
People Regularly Practice Safe Sex
In My Mind
In My Mind
I Created a Line Dance That Goes Viral
In My Mind
This Cat Caller's Throat Closed Up
In My Mind
Somebody Won't Like that Last Thought and Still Won't Tell Me
In My Mind
Making Movie Remakes & Reboots are Outlawed
In My Mind
Making Movie Remakes & Reboots are Outlawed
In My Mind
My House is Self-Cleaning
In My Mind
All Married Men Look Like Gargoyles as Soon as They Say "I Do"
In My Mind
The World Can't be Having Relations as Much as it Claims Because It has TOO Much Time to Talk About Sex
In My Mind
Heterosexual Tomboys are Real
In My Mind
I am my Perfect Weigh & Height & in my Perfect Body
In My Mind
I Wouldn't Ever Get Distracted
In My Mind
I Never Re-live Shame
In My Mind
Others Would Hear & Understand Me the 1st Time
In My Mind
Common Sense Would be Commonly Used by Everyone
In My Mind
I Need to But Don't Want to End This
In My Mind
I Won't
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