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."

Hollywood Meets Gabourey

Gabourey Sidibe is an absolute force with whom to be reckoned. Her swagger is infectious, not to mention that million dollar laugh. I think when people see "Gabby" they see a personality more so than the weight she carries. She certainly has Hollywood on its heels, and could possibly be the one to help change the nauseous, neurotic image of certain Hollywood starlets. Just give me a movie with a great plot, great characters, and awesome music and I'm "all in". To Gabourey I say, do your thing young lady. Give us all something with which to work.

Catching Up with Sunday

It is difficult for me to get to sleep every Saturday night. I decided I would take a little something, something to help me doze off. I was so relaxed that I slept through the entire night. When I awakened I was surprised that my husband was still in bed. Glancing at the clock I noticed it was way pass his normal time to prepare for church. “Hey”, I nudged him, “Aren’t you getting up?” My reason for nudging him was purely selfish. I wanted the bathroom all to my self as I prepared to shower and dress for church. Man! Now I’m going to have to share the bathroom with him. Oh well I trudged to the bathroom to begin the routine. Still he hadn’t moved. I looked at the clock again. Hmmm, that’s not like him to sleep in on a Sunday. Peeking at him resting and peaceful it suddenly dawned on me, oh my gosh it’s Saturday! I had lost an entire day, not to mention a sleep aid that I would need for tonight! Oh well, I crawled back into bed and went soundly back to sleep.

The Real Housewives

The Real Housewives of Atlanta or “Keeping it Real in the ATL” is what it should be called because of the “down home and scrappy" way Bravo perceives the ladies. Their agenda is to keep it real to keep us watching. Bravo’s way of presenting the ladies of Atlanta is as bourgeois princesses who jump form house to house, have public fall outs with friends, back stab, and wreck homes. This is not acceptable and not the least bit cute. Is this what Atlantan women are really all abou? Is this some new kind of crazy? Ah, but that’s life. We hate to see it in our face, but week after week we tuned in to see what the reality chicks were doing that might make our own lives seem a little more perfect.
Here’s a play by play of the final episode in case you missed it. Sheree’s fashion show a la Dwight went off without a hitch. Dwight insisted that he knew best. As it turned out, according to Bravo, he did. Without his staging vision combined with his gi’normous talent for displaying all things beautiful, Sheree’s show might not have met her own expectations. She thanked Dwight and Dwight reciprocated by walking on stage with her to present her with flowers. I think his ego wouldn’t allow the public to think that Sheree had done it all by herself.
Kim needs to give that man his ring back. It’s only a ploy so he can keep playing. And by the way, why is Kim portrayed as the victim of wrath by NeNe et. al. I can hear NeNe now, “unfair, unfair”. And Kim, how dare you boast about changing wigs every day to the tune of $12,000 a month! Take that money and buy a couple of clues.
NeNe wants Greg to be okay with her wanting to bond with her alleged father. Greg empathically says “No, I’m not going to be okay. ” Hold on NeNe, hold on to the bird in the hand.
I wondered how the show would treat the passing of Kandi’s financee, AJ. They showed clips of a Mother’s Day gathering with Kandi’s and AJ’s people. Kandi’s mom was very cordial to AJ and finally accepted him as Kandi’s choice. It was important that we have that lasting memory of the two of them.
And finally where is Lisa in all of this? She’s being a fabulous cupi doll, dressed and ready to impress at Sheree’s fashion show. But the eyes tell it all.
Enough of the housewives, I have a life to get back to.

When the Rubber Hits the Road

What is it about men and their sneakers that would cause such a ruckus. I'm so sick of this my stuff, your stuff, stay out of my room. If you want it then you shoulda put a lock on it. (Sung to Beyonce's "Ring On It") Over and over, I tell them to put a lock on your closet door if you don't want anybody in your stuff. But then that didn't keep me out of my sister's closet. The door was so warped, all I had to do was push it in and reach in and grab what I wanted to wear that day. Was it right? No, no, no. But for me, a person who was not working but wanted to look fly everyday of my senior year, getting into my sister's closet was the best way to make that happen. And yes, we had many a knock down drag out about it all. It all comes back to haunt me! Mama said there'd be days like this. Hoo, boy!