Thursday, September 24, 2009
Go Red For Women Presents® - Choose To Live! Premiering on NBC in national syndication
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Caught the Noisettes on Ellen this a.m. Although I was offput by “the look” on the promo, I REALLY like “the sound”!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Feed The Pig - Tools to Conquer Your Inner Under-Saver
360 Degrees of Financial Literacy
Word to the wise: If serving liquor for an office celebration, be sure to leave the riding lawnmower at home. To be safe; if for some obscure reason there is anything with John Deere written on the side in the office, confiscate all alcoholic beverages, prescription medications, etc. and keep the number for your WC and general liability insurance companies handy.
Congratulations to the Mad Men production team, cast, and crew!
Friday, September 18, 2009
A couple of days ago, I was on my way home from the doctor's office and caught the tail end of an NPR story concerning the phrase "calling a spade a spade"--is it a racist remark or not? For the life of me, I cannot find the story online. It sounded like a backhand apology that included the origin of the phrase and acknowledgment that the phrase is considered a racial slur by some. If anyone can help me out with a web link, I would appreciate it. I really would like to listen to the entire story. Based on the recent articles I have been able to find online, no doubt the original NPR story had something to do with the now infamous "You Lie" that has rang??-rung-reverberated 'round the world.
Concerning the phrase, those that readily acknowledge the racial connotation include Webster, Merriam, Oxford, American Heritage, Google, and OMG--Wikipedia! In the past, Random House maintained a website that I really like. It's still up, but I don't think they update it anymore and some of the links take you back to their home page. Check it out, I like how RH (The Maven) answers the question.
Now, while we are on the subject. There is another question I would like for you to ponder. Why would the pot call the kettle black, if the pot did not believe that being black was something derogatory or offensive? This is one of those questions that make you go Hmmmm... After many years of contemplation and scholarly diatribes, I keep coming back to the same place--Black Is Beautiful; therefore:
- I do not use the phrase "That would be like the pot calling the kettle black" to add emphasis to hypocrisy. I believe in "calling it like it is". What's wrong with, "Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"
- When I am in the presence of someone who uses this phrase, I stare at them blankly. Like, I'm lost and not understanding the point.
- If anyone questions my blank stare, I ask the question, "Why would the pot call the kettle black"?
- This usually leads to an intellectual discussion to assure me that no negativity was intended and/or to convince me that the statement is not nor has ever been racist in intent.
- Which then leads to a discussion with regard to the statement being used out of context. Since Black is Beautiful and there is no negative implication or intent, it would therefore not be hypocritical for the pot to call the kettle black. Out of context!
In effect the pot would be saying to the kettle, "you are beautiful"! Even though they look differently, come from different stock, and /or have different utility; there is a sameness; a oneness. The pot is saying "I see you, do you see me?" So the proper context to use the phrase would be when you observe some interaction that is out of the ordinary or unexpectedly beautiful--like a horse fanning flies off of a cow, or a dog and a cat playing tag in a field of daisies, or three elders--one black, one white, one brown--laughing and talking, idly lounging on the grass at a beautiful lake watching parents and children of all ages, hues, and national origins running and playing with colorful kites as sailboats dot the distance. Such a beautiful sight would be breathtaking and evoke the phrase, "Wow, that's like the pot calling the kettle black!"
Thoughts? Comments? I love to agree to disagree; you won't hurt my feelings.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
We had a grand celebration for Grandma Luticia’s 100th birthday. Grandma Gray--who was an only child--and all the grands, great-grands, and great-great-grands; plus her neighbors, church friends and church dignitaries. There were considerably more people at her birthday celebration than there were at her funeral one year later. Proclamations, telegrams and cards came from all over the country sending birthday wishes to the travelling evangelist that was instrumental in building many churches across the United States in her 70+ years "working for the Lord". Willard Scott from the Today Show sent a birthday-gram as well and apologized that they were unable to recognize her on air. It seems that there are thousands of Americans turned 100 every month and they couldn’t show everyone’s picture on television.
Grandma’s obituary says she departed this life following a sudden illness. Actually, it would have been more truthful to say that she departed this life because she was 101-years-old or because she was really, really old, but I’ve always leaned towards the dramatic when I’m writing! ;-) But that’s how it happened—the way most of us would like to go. One minute she’s talking to Grandma Gray on the telephone (she still lived alone) and 15 minutes later Grandma Gray shows up with her afternoon meal and Sister Tish is on the floor and not breathing!
And now to why I’m sharing this with you. The EMTs revive her and the emergency room revives her again. The question comes up about life support and the decision is made to hook her up to allow time for other family members to come and say goodbye. So my Mom and I hop in the car and make the 100 mile drive in record time. Fortunately (by the grace of God), my uncle who lives 2,100 miles away was already in town for a visit. So after everyone who could arrived at the hospital to say their farewells, the attending doctor was told he could disconnect the respirator. He advised us that she really didn’t have that long with or without the respirator, so it was best to leave it on so that we wouldn’t be second guessing our decision later. After a few hours, Sister Tish passed on to Glory, the respirator was removed, and we said our goodbyes again.
Weeks later we discovered that Grandma Tish had discontinued her life support much early than April 15th. Most of her pills--her daily, life sustaining prescription medications—were discovered in neat little piles between her mattress and box springs. Which supports my theory that she only wanted to be 100-years-old! I just imagine she had talked this out with the Big Guy and was pretty upset with all the reviving and the respirator. Loved ones never want to let you go, which is why we all need an advanced directive and someone knowledgeable—like our personal physician—to explain the provisions and the process. And this discussion should be covered by Medicare, just like Section 1233 of HR 3200 outlines.
Living wills and advance directives for medical decisions
Oklahoma Advanced Directive for Health Care
Oklahoma Advance Directive Act
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
These healthcare reform wars are driving my batty! In the beginning I was watching the news in amazement—couldn’t believe what was happening--the distortions, the rants... Now I’m just plain mad; afraid to watch the news with the remote close by because I’m afraid of where it will end up. What really has my blood boiling is all of the hype and down right lies about Section 1233—death panels, assisted suicide, blah, blah, lies, and more lies! I know some folks that are going straight to hell when they die. I guess what makes it so bad is that these fear mongers have twisted a provision of the proposed legislation that makes perfect sense to me—ethically, legally, and humanely.
I cannot count the number of times over the past two years that I have been asked if I have a living will and if not would I like additional information. But this is not why I favor the provisions of Section 1233—which I have read! It is because of my three abuelas that I feel so strongly—Grandma Tish, Grandma Gray, and Granny Fannie. All brilliant, business-savvy, forward thinking women; my sheroes who all spent their last days without an advanced directive.
MAÑANA: Grandma Tish (04/01/1890 ~ 04/15/1991)
FACT CHECK: No 'death panel' in health care bill
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Watching the news play of this prestigious occasion, I was struck by the humanity that the awardees have demonstrated throughout their lives / careers. While I was pleased that President Obama’s first “class” for such a high honor was truly representative of our country, I was more pleased by the diversity of life endeavors / choices of the awardees—which is why they were really chosen. But what made me beam from ear to ear was the fact that I KNEW who these men and women were and I got it! I mean, if I had to pick 16 people; I could not have done a better job! And I must admit, I wondered why it took so long for a few of them?
I am extremely proud today!
Speaking of the recipients, I remember the first time I saw a Sidney Poitier movie—1967, Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner. We went to the drive-in theatre to see it. It was one of my Mom’s favorite—she was a big Spencer Tracy fan and this was his last movie. In the early ‘80s my pre-teen son and I were at my Mom’s watching the movie for the umpteenth time. I think it was my son’s first time and as is customary with youngsters, he was stretched out on the floor paying more attention to something else than the movie. Are so we thought. Later over dinner, he posed the question, “Granny, what is a Negro?” My Mom looked at me with raised eyes and it was apparent that she was trying to stifle her laughter in the same manner that I was.
Of course, it wasn’t a funny question; definitely not asked in a manner to evoke laughter. If we had laughed, it would have been that nervous, almost hysterical laughter that comes with embarrassment. Embarrassed not because of the answer or the asker, but that the question had to be asked. Embarrassed because the eleven-year-old son and grandson of “black social activists” didn’t know what a Negro was. Embarrassed because although we had been dragging him to NAACP meetings and women’s rights rallies most of his life, realization was setting in that there might be a few things we had missed in our “upbringing”.
Blah. Blah. Negro. Afro-American. Black. African American. I think I’ll text my soon-to-be 13-year-old granddaughter and ask her if she knows what a Negro is. Somehow I “know” that my son has covered this base, but just to be on the safe side… I‘m certain the movie will be on real soon and in addition to Academy Award winner, they will no doubt add “Medal of Freedom” recipient to Mr. Poitier’s credits. And well they should!
Remarks By The President
At The Medal Of Freedom Ceremony
Obama Honors Tutu, Hawking, Poitier, Robinson
Monday, August 10, 2009
There are some pretty strong female leads and I suspect that more of the male characters will get their due or at least get slapped down a peg or two by one of the female characters in Season 3. I read this afternoon that Mad Men creator, Matt Weiner, regards his show as feminist. Last month he told the Huffington Post, that the show has a "painfully accurate portrayal of the treatment of women [in the 1960s]." It's too early in my viewing for me to say feminist yay or nay, so I'm reserving judgment for now. However, I do feel that the show adds value in that it is a realistic portrayal of how women "were" treated and therefore depicts where things could return if we are not vigilant.
I do have to admit that the hair on the back of my neck bristled a couple of times when the ad men got on the elevator and flat out ignored the elevator operator (common decency and all)! But then I remember that growing up some of the most intelligent and informed men and women in our circles were those “invisibles” that cooked, cleaned, tended the children, shined the shoes, operated the elevators, and most often had unfettered access to the penthouses and other bastions of power! Kind of like the mouse in the corner that we all wish we could be from time to time! I am confident that Mr. Weiner will deal with this issue as well as the series progresses.
My favorite scene today? No, not all the cigarette puffing and free-flowing alcohol. It is just too funny. I get tickled every time I think about it. Okay, the lead family (the Drapers) have just gotten a new Cadillac and they are out in the country having a family picnic. When it is time to go, Mrs. Draper stands up, picks up her picnic blanket, snaps it, folds it, turns and walks towards the Caddie, and leaves what looks like 33 gallons (trash bag size) of litter on the ground! My how things have changed. But then, there is no way that My Mama would have allowed us to leave all that debris, even in 1960—common decency and all!
Well, I’ve got six more hours of Season 2 recorded and suspect I’ll be purchasing Season 1 to catch up before Sunday night. Yes, I’ve gone Mad and I don’t care who knows it!
New "Mad Men" TV Show Uses the Past to Reveal Racism and Sexism of Today
Sunday, August 9, 2009
You see, my sister was a healthcare professional—a Florence Nightingale. Like Florence she had a calling to the field of healthcare. Unlike Florence, she was not a person born of privilege and money. She knew the importance of diet and exercise to heart healthy living. Always preaching to other folks and hiding their salt shakers! Chicken and turkey. Turkey and chicken. She knew a million heart healthy ways to “spice up” a chicken breast. Blah-Blah-Blah! But as the television ads remind us several times each day—sometimes diet and exercise are not enough. Sometimes my little sister could afford her meds and sometimes she couldn’t. Even when she had insurance and could afford her meds, she would skip follow-up appointments with her doctors because she didn’t have the co-pay.
Healthcare coverage; the difference between the quality of care my baby sister received and me. RIP, Little Sister. We’re doing all we can to help President Obama ensure that healthcare reform is enacted soon. Happy Birthday!
“Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.” ~ Anon
“A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.” ~Toni Morrison
America’s Affordable Health Choices Act
Saturday, August 8, 2009
What got me to thinking about Rickey is a phone conversation last night with my Uncle Bill. He is one funny guy. While I have that dry, rye sense of humor, Uncle Bill is more like Rickey. He will have you ROFL! Hadn’t talked to Bill in a month of Sundays, which is always a good barometer of how I’m feeling. If I’m down and out, Uncle Bill is like white on rice. Not just with me, but with the family in general. If you got it, he is off taken care of biz. Always busy. Not in an always on, 0 or 1, kinda way. More like, the early bird gets the worm. Or idle hands are the devil’s workshop.
Any who. Uncle Bill and I spent some time last night talking about who died and who hadn’t died. We discovered yesterday that someone we both thought had died some years back was still in the land of the living. Of course, I should have known this because I do not have an obituary for this person in my collection. The collection that includes obituaries I inherited from my mom, my grandma (Mama’s mom), my grandmother (Daddy’s mom), and my great-grandma (Mama’s grandma).
At a later date I will “talk” about the importance of a well written obituary. My Grandma Gray taught me. It is so important for the future generations; they should be an informative, concise historical record of a person’s life. Obituaries are wonderful for genealogical research.
So as I lay in bed last night, I chuckled about my Uncle Bill chat. I thought about Rickey, who makes me laugh talking about everyday life. And a thought about another funny man—Seinfeld, who became a mega zillionaire talking about nothing. Which is why I can spend hours talking to Uncle Bill. We talk about everyday, nothing stuff that I can laugh and smile about later that day, next week, next year. Not trying to solve the problems of the world. Not trying to educate. Just making memories that will last and last. Forever. Or at least until the Alzheimer’s catches up to us and our bad heart genes. But what Uncle Bill has taught me is that laughter is truly the best medicine and just when I need a giant dose, he is right there—right on time!
“The love of a family is life's greatest blessing.” ~ Anon
“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” ~ The Wonder Years
Rickey Smiley – Funeral Services (Funny Prank Call)
Heart Disease Risk Factors Raise Risk Of Alzheimer’s Disease too
Friday, August 7, 2009
"I am a lion...I am a swift wind sweepin' the country, I am a giant, I am an eagle...
I am a marchin' band, I am the people...I am a helping hand, I am a hero...And I'm that little bit of hope..."
THE GREATEST! Girl Power. Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray!
Boom Boom Pow! You Go, Justice Sonia! The world is your oyster, Sister Yurema, young sisters of all colors, creeds, religions, ethnicities--Koree, Kennedy, Monet, Kayla.
"Work hard so you can present yourself to God and receive his approval. Be a good worker, one who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly explains the word of truth." II Timothy 2:15 (NLT)
That was me before the heart pump. So it came as no surprise when the cardiologist told me I had a few clogged arteries. Nor did it come as a surprise when a little MI moved my surgery date up by a week! It came as no surprise when I awoke from the fog of open heart surgery with an external pacemaker lying on my chest and the news that in addition to the new arteries that I had a couple of new valves, too. No surprise that there has been a couple of trips back for other hardware upgrades. No surprise that 18 months later I was back on the pump again. No surprise that when I slip, I wonder how long will it be before…
So I give thanks for the pump. Thankful that I can see clearly. Thankful that I have found solace in just being still. An inner peace that passes all understanding—which basically means that it is not logical. Defies logic—the black and white, 0 and 1 world that has been my life. But the beauty of it all is, that what may be illogical to you or the former me makes perfect sense. I know of the perfect peace and so therefore I am thankful. Thankful for the pump!
You see, I have traded in the merry-go-round for a carousel. And I like it! Try it; you will like it, too!
“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.” ~ Philippians 4:6-7
Thursday, August 6, 2009
African American Women's Health: The Imperative
Cox Convention Center, One Myriad Gardens