Thursday, January 22, 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

Last Week on Oprah...

I unfortunately missed the show and so I can’t be specific about the topic however I did hear a snippet on the radio the following morning. At some point the guest minister proclaimed that being gay is “A gift from God”.

Now that I think of it, I would have to agree, because isn't Life itself a gift?

An even better question I think would be who defines acceptable and unacceptable behavior, lifestyles, and beliefs?

We do.

With that same power we can chose to accept and love.

It is my belief that we should each and everyone…live and let live, for no one else knows my struggle or I, yours.

Whether or not you choose to believe it… we all live in glass houses…

Until next time…

Thursday, January 15, 2009

BONNIE?

Beauty
or the lack there of
is definitely a relative term
as "beauty is n the eye of the beholder".

I’m usually the one that can find the best in anyone.
“They’re not ugly, just different,
unique perhaps but not ugly.”
But we’ve all seen that baby
in the stroller
that made us feel sorry
for the life they'd someday live…
being cast out or cast away
because of their looks, right?

And I know we've all
been hit on by “Bonnie” (male or female),
you know the person that -we feel- has the "audacity"
to “step to us”
when they KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt,
they'd have no chance
in hell
to ever even know our name!
Even with a few flaws,
because no one’s perfect ...
we do have standards.

Well as a member of every
social networking sight out there,
I've received friend requests
from some of best of the worst.

But there's one in particular that comes to mind…

His name is... Bonnie?

Yes, Bonnie!
He's sort of
a mix between
Whoopi Goldberg
(who isn't what I'd consider ugly,
and looks good on the photo above)
Dave Chappelle (on crack)
and
Flavor Flav
(I actually know a few people
that thinks he's handsome...no comment)
What a combination!
With that being said...It's a wrap

Until next time...



*The views of this post do not necessarily reflect the views of the other half of FuzenSquared...tahehehe

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Night Owls Don't Need Much Sleep or...No Beauty Rest Needed


For the last 15 or so yrs I've been a night owl and probably before then, as well. But more recently I have to limit myself to 3 or 4 hours of sleep per night or risk waking early, in most cases too early. Having NEVER been much of a morning person, too early is not an option. Plus, my bed always seems its “snuggliest” just before time to get up, I wonder why that is? Hmmm.

Well anyway, last Sunday as the kids and I prepared for the first day back at school after a wonderful two week vacation of sleeping in, I decided I wanted to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the next morning and went to bed around mid-night, which was early for me. I tossed, I turned, I thought and I mentally planned how the next day would play out as I lay there sleeping, on and off until it was time to rise. I stayed up all day that day, no time for a nap there was too much to do. I had laundry and dishes, calls and e-mails to make. Well, needless to say by 10 PM that night, I felt as though I'd collapse if I didn't find my way to my bed…and fast!
With homework done, dinner long ago eaten & all the "snatchers" in bed I just knew…there was no doubt in my mind…I'd sleep through the night. How could I not, I was dead tired! Well...I woke at 11:45PM only an hour and 45 minutes after I had laid down and didn't go back to bed until my last child had been dropped off at school, the dog -- a cute little 2 year old Yorkie I named Chancellor -- had been let out to potty and all the lights had been shut off ... 9am TUESDAY MORNING!

Oh well…I won’t stress over it, I'll just assume I'm already beautiful enough (I sure hope I'm not making an "ass" of myself with that assumption)

Until next time...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Star B's Anyone?


StarBuck's used to be a must! Each day I'd rise and head over to the StarB's near my home. Sometimes twice I'd venture out late at night just before they closed and every time I'd order my favorite drink; a Triple Venti Seven Pump Stirred w/Whip White Mocha. They knew me and I knew them. There was Bree the cute petite 20 year old with the most darling one year old daughter and Sharon, who was probably around my age but looked to be in her 20's. There were others I knew when I'd see them driving down the street (I live in a small town) but non-the-less, StarB's was a must for me; that is until I decided one day that I was going make that the vice I delete from my list of vices.
At first, I thought it would be short lived even though I'd gone to the grocery store and stocked up on Folgers and Green Tea.
But I did it! It's been or should I say it had been about 2 weeks since last I'd gone there for coffee. Well it really wasn't a must but I had left out running late and just had to have something! So to StarB's I went. IT WAS HORRIBLE!!! Needless to say, I drank it anyway. There was no way I was going to just throw away $5.19. So, eventually I drank it. Then, on yesterday I ran out of cream here at home. Now just to explain everything so you get a better idea of the type of person I am, I am a drive thru queen! If I don't have to remove myself from the car, I won't. I guess that's why I've always been fond of "dairies". I became familiar with them in the Los Angeles area.
Run out of milk but don't want to get dressed to go to the grocery store?
Go to the dairy!
Need bread but don't feel like combing your hair?
Go to the dairy!
You drive into a building, tell them what you need, they get it, ring it up and bring it to your car. I love them!
So instead of getting dressed and going to the store and paying $3 or $4 for coffee and cream, I send my daughter to StarB's for a $5.19 cup of coffee. I wrote down exactly what I wanted and even told her to taste it before she pulled away from the window. She said she did but still even with all the prep and planning; writing it down and tasting. I didn't like it. My grandmother always told me to not drink "that expensive stuff" because she would say, "I think they put something in it to make you want to keep buying it!" Perhaps she was right and I have shaken the habit. I went cold turkey and now, not only do I not "need" it but I no longer even like the stuff. Go figure. StarB’s for now is off my list of vices. Unless they come up with something new on the menu that I just can’t resist. But how would I know what their new items are. LOL! For now, I’ll keep my $5.19 in my pocket and wave to StarB’s as I pass them by.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Silence Is Not Always Golden


There was a little lady that I once knew. She was short, sassy, soft and sweet. She would tell me the most fascinating stories about her life. She was born in 1916, in a small town in North Carolina, her parents were share croppers. Her mother died when she was only 8 years young, she held her mother as she passed and unknowingly kissed her as her mother smiled like an angel while parting. She had only a third grade education, for after her mother made her transition she began working to help support her siblings. Soon all of her sisters and brothers were separated. At the tender age of 9 her life’s journey heightened. There was a story she told me once about her brother locking her in a chicken coop. The details are somewhat vague. I had always planned to share her stories with my children and I took for granted that she would have time to fill in the blanks. One day my Mother called me and told me that this little lady had a stroke. I rushed to the hospital and nurtured her as she had nurtured me as a child. When she went to the nursing home for recovery, I was by her side every evening, but she was not the same. As she struggled to give me simple instructions, I could feel her pain, I could see her fear and frustration… she could not speak, she could not write. I could only guess what she was telling me. I began to distance myself from the most important woman in my life, my Grandmother… I could not bear to see her or communicate with her in that way. How I wished we had some other way to converse. Perhaps sign language or Morse code. I prayed that she would develop her speech but it has been 4 years since she was silenced. She is not the same woman I knew. Perhaps there is something that she needed to discover deep within at this stage in her life. Perhaps she is speaking to me and I haven’t the audacity to pay her any attention. It is said that silence is golden; I’m sure it is in some instances but in this one, I’m waiting to strike it rich!

Don’t hesitate in life: speak what’s on your mind! Share your stories, share your love, you never know what tomorrow holds.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

BullShiznit

I just read an ad that asked,
“If you died today, who would fund your family’s future?

My answer…Unless they're children... get a damn job!
And oh…Fcuk those credit card bills.
The interest covered the principle years ago!


*Please note this post does not reflect the views of the "other half" of FuzenSquared! LOL

Friday, January 9, 2009

DO YOU TRAVEL? If so, PLEASE READ THIS!


Do you fly and need a ride home after the plane has landed?

Which do you prefer..to wait on your ride or have your ride wait on you?

I travel a lot and being the type of person I am I always try to be considerate of others. When I arrive at an airport, I find the nearest coffee shop grab a hot beverage and find a cozy or more times than not, a not so cozy seat then I sit, read and wait patiently for my ride to arrive.

But I find more and more that when I'm doing the pick up..People expect me there waiting at the curb as though I have a sticker on my car or better yet my forehead that reads "Officer I'm here for so-&-so", like that would deter him or her from telling me to keep it moving!

Now, while I don't mind waiting, I REFUSE to circle the airport 10 or 12 times while they are inside the airport, at a lost and found counter trying to find out why their bags didn't come down off the carousel as I ditch n dodge police!

Get a grip people...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

DO LITTLE *ITCHES GROW UP TO BE...BIG *ITCHES?


No offense but there is a such thing as a *itch. I’m not referring to a female dog either. Come on, EVERYONE knows one. That "heffa" with the attitude that makes you wanna slap her and her mama.


How do these women get these attitudes? Are they born that way? Do they pride themselves on this despicable behavior? Or do they start off as little *itches and grow up to be big *itches?


I have a daughter and quite often during her social time, I see what I refer to as having a “*itchy attitude”. As her mother, it is my job to put her in check, right? My method of teaching is quite often through narrative and I always appeal to her “spiritual common sense”, reminding her that her Karmic energy will bite her in the ass if she doesn’t watch herself.


Just this past weekend she had two friends over. Everything seemed to be going well and I figured I could toss that whole, “three’s a crowd” theory out the window.Unfortunately, the comaraderie was short lived and the bickering began. “What’s the matter?” I questioned. They all tried to explain their story to me. The bottom line I found out after listening to them all give their stories was that my daughter was being a, “Little *itch!” I reminded her that just last year she had been invited to a sleepover where the host and her guests treated her extremely cruel and I had her take a moment and reflect on how deeply pained she was from that experience.


Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t go around calling my daughter a *itch, but I don’t make excuses for her, either. What’s right is right and what’s wrong is sometimes very painfully wrong.


Perhaps you're thinking, all children go through this, and I would agree with you. But I feel that if appalling behavior is overlooked or oversimplified then as parents we do our children an injustice.


My daughter has expressed to me that she wants to be an actress. I can just imagine her being a "Diva" and me having to slap her back down to reality right there on set. LOL!

But, before I would ever consider exploring a "Hollywood" lifestyle, I would have to be confident that her attitude was in order because I truly believe that, Little *itches grow up to be Big *itches and if there’s going to be one around, IT WILL BE ME!


Hmmm, maybe there’s a little *itch in all of us!


Holla!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

A NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION

As we make our way into the New Year a thought hit me. Where did this ritual of a resolution come from? Who started it and why?


I don't usually make New Year’s Resolutions as I am a "now person". If there's something I want to do, need to do, or think about doing…I do it now, while the desire to do it is still fresh on my brain and in my heart. However, it seems that lots of people use the start of the New Year to make changes in their lives.


Most diets start, vices are lost and behaviors change right along with the New Year.
But when's the cut off? Is June 1st, the midway point, the last day to start a New Year’s Resolution or is it earlier in the year?


Must you begin to make changes exactly on the first or can you wait a week or two? Who sets these rules? And an even better question is who abides by them?



If you have any answers please share them by submitting a comment or e-mailing us at fuzensquared@gmail.com

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

JT (JOHN TRAVOLTA)

Condolences to John Travolta…


From Angel to Bad Boy, JT has been in our lives for what seems forever. Not only is he a talented actor but his spirit is warm, making him that much more admirable. I can’t fathom what he must be feeling right now. I am almost “wordless”. Perhaps a simple… “Blessings to You and Your Family” is enough.
For all those that visit this page, please send your prayers out into the Universe. He will feel them.


Peace N Luv JT,

FuZenSquaRed

Friday, January 2, 2009

A LITTLE WORDSMITHERY

Like a dentist notices rotten teeth or a podiatrist notices a bunion, I notice words especially when they are mispronounced, misused or flat out made up.

Just such a plunder caused me to have an afflatus (a strong creative impulse) this evening. While speaking with someone I consider close and dear, I found it somewhat difficult to stop them in midsentence to correct their choice of words although I felt I had no choice in the matter.

“Dear”, I began in the sweetest voice I could muster, “irregardless isn’t a word”. “Yes it is”, was the reply and so began a three minute debate, that is until I pulled out my handy dandy iPhone with both dictionary and Wikipedia applications installed. I began to quote them and only then did she even consider the possibility that she was mistaken.

This is what Wikipedia had to say about the non-word:
The origin of irregardless is not known for certain, but the consensus among references is that it is a blend of irrespective and regardless, both of which are commonly accepted standard English words. By blending these words, an illogical word is created. "Since the prefix ir- means 'not' (as it does with irrespective), and the suffix -less means 'without,' irregardless is a double negative." … the usage dispute over irregardless was such that, in 1923, Literary Digest published an article titled "Is There Such a Word as Irregardless in the English Language?"

To lessen the blow of the correction, once the correction was received, I began to share a story. Now this story dates back about 12 years, which should tell you something about me as I’ve never forgotten it. I’m sitting in a restaurant with my husband, we are in a booth, and behind me sat another couple. From the conversation, I gathered they hadn’t long known each other. Now, before you start thinking the wrong thing, I wasn’t snooping. The gentleman just spoke loudly. Anyway, as he conversed with his date he began sharing with her what a, and I quote, “rightly and upfrontly” person he was! Before I sat there immersed in their conversation, but now I’ve begun a snicker. I didn’t want to cause a scene! But let me just tell you, the more I replayed those words in my head after sharing them with my husband the more I began to flat out laugh! The laughter caused tears to flow and before long the waitress came over and asked if everything was okay. I ended up laughing for hours! I couldn’t get those words out of my head. Was he a “country bumpkin” from the back woods, just set free to roam or had he been out for a while and just never lost his "gift of gab"? Whatever the case may be…his words have stuck with me. LOL

The next thought that came to mind was an episode of Good Times. Florida Evans began night school to complete her high school diploma and also began correcting James when he used poor grammar. In this episode James, used ain’t in a sentence. Like me, she also had a hard time correcting him but chose to do so regardless of the outcome. “There is no such word as ain’t.”
James replied, “Naw, well, it’s in the dictionary.”
“No ain’t ain’t but isn’t is, go ahead look it up.”
“Cain’t.” James said with a smirk.
“And why not?” Florida asked.
“’Cause we AIN'T got no dictionary!” James concluded.

Now don’t get me wrong. I too have had my grammar corrected and although at the time I could not have cared less, I’m now obliged to continue the favor of enlightening others as I hear my mother’s words echoing in my head, “You haven’t seen anything, you saw it!”

Now sometimes people learn a word, or think they have and run with it. Take for example the time I got into my minivan and it smelled as if a cat had climbed under the hood and got burned by the engine. When I reluctantly lifted the hood, thank heaven nothing was there for me to scrape off. But after I arrived at the service department of the car dealer and waited patiently for them to tell me what was wrong I was approached by a gentleman who asked what I was there for. I shared the smelly cat story and he told me it was probably my “Cadillac converter”. My minivan was not a Caddy and I was not anywhere near a Cadillac dealership. I knew he had to be making a “word-blunder” and so I sought information from the manager. It was important for me to learn that the problem was not my catalytic converter.

There are actually quite a few words that have made their way into mainstream conversations that have caused me to cringe when I hear them.

· Individuals who are age-advanced are old-timers, this is not their affliction. Old-timers sometimes get Alzheimer’s.
· A large black and tan German dog with markings above the eyes, on the cheeks, muzzle, chest and legs is a Rottweiler not a Rock Wilder.
· When you are speaking to someone else you are having a conversation with them or conversing with them but you are never conversating with them.
· People that find the word "ask" hard to pronounce may find this helpful… when beginning this word think of an ass-kicking but stop at the “k” ass-k..and there you have it.
· A person with fair skin has a light complexion they are not light complected.
· When one causes difficulty, places a barrier or obstacle in the way of another they can become a hindrance not a hinderance.
· Incidently: a word that is misused quite often means “so as to be incident; so as to depend on and is often mistaken for incidentally which means “loosely, casually” or “by the way”.

-When texting:
· Hu?: Huh?, is used to express surprise, disbelief, or confusion and should be spelled with an “h” on both ends.

-Names:
· Jonathan is pronounced John-ah-than not Joe Nathan
· Eric is pronounced Ere-ick not E-Rick
· Cynthia is pronounced is Sin-thee-yah not Sin-ten-yah (There was actually a young lady who believed that that was how her name was pronounced until a teacher her junior year in high school took it upon herself to inform the student of the proper way to pronounce the name).

-Over used and abused words:
· Had: should be used in past tense to show ownership of something. An example of incorrect use would be: What had happened was... Correct use would be: I had a cold last week. There is no way you could have had a happened was but you could have had a cold last week.
· Of: a preposition that shows a relationship between the things mentioned. An example of misuse would be: used of instead of used to.
· e.g.: e.g. stands for “for example” when examples are just one or few of many and i.e. stands for “that is” and used to give the only example possible.
· Hoard: when one hoards they have an accumulation of things or never throws anything away. A horde is a large group of people.
· Lay: means to take something or place it and Lie: means to recline and to tell untruths. This can be tricky however here is an easy way to remember which to use: replace the words with sit and set. If sit makes sense (sit down) then lie should be used (lie down). If the sentence works with set (set the book down) then lay should be used (lay the book down).

I am well aware that certain dialects may cause words to sound “new” as well as the fact that “made up” languages are circulating amongst us. I see absolutely nothing wrong with groups and or cultures communicating to one another in a manner that is relative. But, when pre-existing words are butchered out of laziness or outright ignorance then let’s just say, it “irks” me to no end.
A bit of advice for those that need it, read more, purchase a dictionary, listen to Sesame Street or even the morning news. All these are sources where the English language is communicated properly. It takes but a moment to exercise your brain with a bit more knowledge than you had the day before.

If you have a story or word you'd like to share please comment below or send us an email we'd be more than happy to post it.



If language is not correct,
then what is said is not what is meant;
then what must be done remains undone;
if this remains undone, morals and the art will deteriorate;
if justice goes astray, the people will stand about in helpless confusion.
Hence, there must be no arbitrariness in what is said.
This matters above everything.
--Confucius