Chocl8t Ramblings

A New Day & Fresh Air

I needed a change of scenery. Maybe the flowers will lighten the mood. šŸ™‚

While reading comments on recent posts, I came across Blackstarr. Clicking on the name directed me to their site, The Renaissance For The New Millennium. I was pleasantly surprised to find a brief summary of The Chocl8t Diaries in the article “We Are Not Alone” where they called your girl “a veritable African-American Aphrodite“.Ā Ā Awwwe…thanks guys!! šŸ˜‰ Check them out when you have a chance!

Yesterday’s post onĀ theĀ controversial Obama in ’08 t-shirt brought outĀ someĀ crazy, hate-filled, angryĀ people who attempted to pollute my air with their racialĀ epithets and overall nastiness.Ā Not to worry, the comments did not see the light of day for I deleted them. Dissenting opinions are welcome but IĀ refuse to tolerate theĀ name calling.Ā I find it ironic how the anonymity of the internet allows cowards to spew their venom without fear of reprisal but they wouldn’t have the cojones to say these things to your face. Throwing rocks and hiding their hands… (shaking my head).

Today is a new day. A fresh start. Take a deep cleansing breath and let’s keep it moving! šŸ™‚

For those of you who may need a good laugh…

Bill Moyers Nails It!!

I must admit, I have never watch Bill Moyers Journal on PBS and I’m not familiar with any of his work. But his essay on Rev. Jeremiah Wright hits the nail on the head.

Take a moment to stop, look, listen with an open mind, then decide for yourself. Feel free to post your opinions but I have no commentary for the video speaks volumes!

Thanks to JsNana for emailing this to me! šŸ˜‰

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Choir Update & Other Stuff

There have been several things going on in the news that I haven’t taken the time to write about. You know, just some things that have made me go “GRRRRR“. I’ll get to that in a moment.

In my Praise On The Inside post, a commenter asked that I let them know how my first church choir rehearsal went. I’m happy to say it went very, very well. The choir director, who is also the pastor’s wife, had the new members introduce themselves but we had to sing our names. That was cool!

Now they say when you decide to align your will with God’s will, the devil will attack you from all directions. Given my fight against a sinus infection and a sore throat over the weekend, I can testify to the truth of that statement! While sitting in the choir stand on Sunday, I had a coughing fit triggered by a tickle in my throat…this happened during both the 8:30 and 11:00 a.m. services. But how many of you know the devil is a liar!! It all turned out good and even though I still have a little raspiness in my voice, I will be at rehearsal again on Wednesday!!!

HAAAA…take that!! šŸ™‚

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Cross My Mind

I thought about him today. Actually…I think about him at least once a day. Something as obscure as a turkey burger conjures up memories of him. I’m big enough to admit that I miss him.

Thought about calling to say hello so I could hear his voice or sending a text message but that exchange will end like most of our “exchanges“: a walk down memory lane fueled by an undeniable attraction which will have me back at square one. So…I’ll pass.

M2…where-ever you are…”Hi. I miss you.”

This one is for you Doo-Doo Brown.

A Praise On The Inside

Under theĀ shadow of a threat from my mother, IĀ join church at the age of thirteen. She promised to take me by and hand and lead me to the front of the sanctuary when Reverend Bridges opened the doors of the church. In my thirteen year old mind, that was the most humiliating thing she could have done to me, therefore, IĀ acquiesced to her threats. You see, no one was going to live inĀ mom’s house and not belong to a church congregation. Mom was raised and lived by Proverbs 22:6, “Train up a child in the way he should go,Ā and when he is old he will not depart from it.”

When I left home for college I rarely attended church with EasterĀ SundayĀ and Watch Night services on New Years Eve being the exceptions. I was relieved to be free of being forced to attend church when that wasn’t what I wanted to do. As a little girl, pre-adolescence, I enjoyed attending church with my paternal grandmother but that wasĀ the end result of me wanting to beĀ with her all of the time.

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