Incognito Bourgeoise Teens

There are some comments on Facebook that I don't bother to read because I know its only going to urk me! I run from the comments by teens who have invented their own brand of communicating. Ah, not that teens shouldn't have their own way of talking to one another, but would you please stop perpetuating the myth that African Americans are stupid. Use what you learned in school because you know you're an "A" student. Hmmmm!I'm just saying.

Gabourey Hosts Saturday Night Live

I saw a commercial that Gabourey Sidibe was hosting the Saturday Night Live Show. Although I missed the original broadcast, I was able to see the show through the wonders of Comcast On Demand. Gabourey was kinda funny and the multiple characters she played let us know that she just may have acting chops. Or...was she just be silly? She stumbled on some of her lines, and appeared to struggle a bit in some of the many scenes she was cast. She made up for it with her conviction to the role of the moment. From the Jamaican nurse to the gray haired woman in the window (which I thought was really funny), to the sassy Valley Girl selling alarm clocks Sidibe did her thing. That infectious laugh you could hear in the background during scenes she was not in let everyone know Gabby was in the house. I didn't quite understand the connection with the blond haired former boyfriend who was trying to woo her back to him. That was just dumb, unless of course they were trying to say Gabby digs European men.

Finders Keepers, Losers Don't Talk On Cell Anymore

While running errands today I found a cell phone lying on the ground as I exited my car. This is the second time this has happened. Expensive phones just lying around waiting for someone to pick it up and make it their own. Gee! A Blackberry! What a nice find. Even better than the slide phone I found at the airport.

Okay, airport, lost phone on ground probably dropped by a hurried traveler. While driving away from drop off I played with the phone trying to see if there was any kind of ID posted somewhere. Um got myself a nice phone. NOT. I knew that I would at least attempt to call someone from the contact list as I did with this one. The only difference is this time I accepted the reward and made a special request of the owner who wanted to give me more.

No problem, just pray for my favorite charity while you're at church tomorrow. Cocking his head to one side the appreciative gentleman was about to ask how I knew about church. His contact list was loaded with deacons and a pastor. Just pray for The Association of Gospel Songwriters. He searched for something with which to write. The Association of Gospel Songwriters, TAGS I repeated. Pray for this org. Yes I will he smiled and thanked me again. No problem, it was my pleasure.

Dreams

What is it about dreams that consume us? Sometimes they serve as a warning or even as an outlet for our deepest desires. Although lately a few nightmares have had me sweating in my sleep and almost crushing my mate with a run-away arm. I wonder if nightmares serve the same purpose as dreams?

One night my husband had a terrible nightmare about me. A couple of nights later my own nightmare was the answer to his. I knew what it was, it was a trick of the enemy to get us fighting and accusing one another. I quieted my spirit and decided to pray this, "no weapon formed against us shall prosper."