Color Blind

In this life of mine there are many things that occupy my mind.

I have in the past few hours contemplated the things that would cause me the greatest sadness.I have wrestled with finding an alternative to my inadequacies

But now my mind moves to other things. My mind moves to inter racial marriage and how it needs to happen to me or someone close to me. Now you all have reactions to reading this and frankly, I don’t care because I am telling you it would be one of the most interesting things to observe. The simultaneous destruction and reinforcement of stereotypes… the reactions of family and friends and the entry into a society hitherto unknown.

Now I hear you asking why this is interesting to one such as me, who sees no color. Yes it is true that I see the whole world in a peculiar shade of cream but years of learning has taught me how to recognize different races.

1. Dance – if you dance to the melody and not the rhythm then you are lighter than the other lot

2. Volume – if you think the way to deal with people speaking loudly is to speak louder, you are darker than the other lot

3. Physical reaction – if your first reaction to trouble is to run…well you know who you are

Back to the matter at hand, in all truth I don’t know if I want to marry outside my shade of cream but I am fascinated by the idea. There is so much that stands against it and so many seeds to be planted for its success. In the midst of all we live in, it is a strange flower to bloom but one that I welcome. It at least gives me hope that in the future children will be born who like me will see in a shade of cream

N:B – Don’t tell me that I should be seeing grey, because even colorblind people like me know that would just be silly

Ruthless

Song: Chelsea
Artist: A caucasian girl lamenting the theft of her boyfriend
Rating: This song rocks hard
Why it rocks: It lets me assert that I am masculine enough to sing catchy gender inappropriate songs

So i was in a room where an interesting debate began
The subject matter whether or not children today were bred "soft"
Too much cuddling and cajolling
Too much participation and not enough competition
"Everybody is a winner"
Even the losers

It was an interesting debate the outcome of which i do not know
The outcome does not interest me, for it calls to mind greater things
How shall i raise my "winner"kids
The answer is this and it is simple
They shall be ruthless

No quarter given No quarter requested
No victory is complete till it is total
There are those that win
There are those that lose
That is true and that is life
They shall be ruthless

Ruthless in victory
Ruthless in mercy
Ruthless in victory for it is the unwavering goal
Ruthless in mercy because it gives the hope to ready for the next battle

A song called Saduva(has nothing to do with this post)

The song starts by saying "i dont want to hang out anymore with all the people that used to be my friends"

I am learning to talk again
Maybe i never forgot how to but I definitely forgot that I should do

And it goes on "Mama please dont cry...dont you weep mama...wipe your tears I will heed your call"

So i am starting to talk again
Not just about some of the things I do but about the person that I am
So i think I shall hang out anew with all the people that used to be my friends
Telling them about who i am becoming and listening to them tell me who i already am

So lets talk

5 + 2

I need 5 days to get it right and two more just for fun
I get Monday to try and Tuesday the real work's begun
Wednesday to pray that Thursdays o.k.
Friday for hope that my Saturday is great
And Sunday prepares me to start all over again

It is a beautiful thing a week for it always starts at its end
It is a terrible thing a week because at the start I pray for its end

My Favoritest Word (part 2)

6am and the unwelcome noise wakes me up. I reach for my alarm but it is this time innocent so I hearing the dulcet tones of Fields of Gold I reach for my phone. In a daze of a blur I say "hey" and the sound of silence chased by tears precedes the words "hey" and now alert I reply "hey". The news is sad and tears at my heart but "hey" what can I say or do, Mr Incredible had lost his little boy,"hey"these things happen and like a thief in the night his life had been snatched away. The doctor said it was natural causes but that made it ever harder to accept. I mean "hey"these things dont happen to kids and "hey"not the kids of good people...Talking to Mrs Incredible , words fail me and her quiet acceptance of what had happened was beyond me....She had tired from asking why because all everyone could say was "hey.."before their voices trailed into the silence that was set all about them...

Fellow Travellers

"Snap your fingers, two step...you can do it all by yourself.." I am starting to question my musical tastes as my recent itunes purchases are either evidence of being a true eclectic or mere confusion.

I have had cause to think of late about my friends and who my true friends are. You can say that my friends and i are in transit, on our way to a place we know but not having the most fun getting there.The journey takes its toll and sometimes you wonder why you didn't just wait for the next train and you cannot help but think what would have been if you had made different choices about the path you chose and if you had not rushed to get places.
So i think a little more and glance at my travelling companions and in the silence that surrounds us, the mute understanding that we share the same bus but are headed to different destinations sets in. And in that moment you cannot help but wonder what we have in common that brought us to this place and what brings us back together day after day,surely we could all choose another way to get where we need to be...

That being said I know that they would not let me get left behind and if we ever lose touch, I know they will be waiting at the next stop because as fellow travellers, they and i.....me and them are inextricably linked....


i am starting to enjoy public transport in the strangest of ways.....

Fizzically Fit...Fizzically fit

Sing along "woman you fizzically fit, fizzically fit" hahahaha if you dont know what song tht is from, i dont feel like telling you. One day you will hear it and think of me...that thought comforts me..
So i have been trying to get in the best shape of my life...fizzically that is and its been a strange road. I am at a point where I am not seeing the results I would like but I am pressing on and trying to do different things.
Recently it really dawned on me that I needed to up my Cardiovascular exercisation (if silly words like cardiovascular can exist i can make up what i want). So I have been running a few days each week for a few weeks now and today I was captured by a black and white still in Newsweek of a running of the NYC marathon in the 70s.. I was drawn in by all those people and I decided I must be there...

To put my decision in context, NYC is a place I really want to visit( am a city slicker) and several people I work with are in training for marathons in different parts of the country...so it has been decided that I shall be in NYC for the running of the NYC Marathon and I shall be there early at the start and jostle for good position, I want to be in the very front to watch a few thousand people run 26miles for no good reason!! To watch them walk down the stairs the next day in agony and to have lost 5% of their muscle mass and 3inches of height...

I have recently invented the exercisation rule that works for me....A mile a day keeps the doctor a way.....26miles is just being an overachiever!

p.s- count all your steps, if you dont use the remote and actually get of your hind you can add an extra 200 feet to your mile total!!