dang,mj, dang...

With such a tragic death, I'm sure the world's bloggers are all online clamoring at the chance to add their two cents.  Even though I'm new at this I don't wanna write about the same stuff everyone else is.  How unoriginal.  But I'm touched so I'm gonna just say what i gotta say - briefly.  Because as shocking as his death is, a feeling a relief is outweighing my grief.  He struck me as being so lonely and so confused in this world.  He was, from my point of view, a prisoner of his own success and wealth.  Some feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me he's not suffering anymore.  Don't get me wrong, I clearly remember dancing to his music in my parents basement.  I mean, hello, spinning records.  I remember having his doll (who exclusively dated my black Barbie; black Ken wasn't cutting it.  Had this weird Afro thing going on.)  Posters on my wall.  Dreaming about meeting him.  Waiting up way past my bedtime to see him perform at the Grammy's.  But THAT Michael left me a long time ago and since then his existence seemed to have been more pain than joy.  So at the risk of sounding cliche I sincerely hope MJ does...rest in peace.

whatta co-inky-dink

hi brenda

funny thing happened to me today. i got this magazine in the mail that id never heard of. it was addressed to someone who i guess used to live at this address. miller-mccune - never heard of it. but then i noticed the cover story, racism's hidden toll, and decided i would check it out before i chuck it. i get to reading about geronimus, who i never heard of, and how she's at michigan. no kidding. i wonder what school. public health? get out. HBHE? shut up. so as i'm reading the article i'm already planning to email my HBHE fam to see what the skinny is on her work when i come across YOUR NAME in the article. wow lady. i just thought it was the weirdest, coolest thing how i happened to come across this journal by mistake and then someone i know is actually quoted. it was a long one but i read the whole thing. dying to know what you think of her, her theories and the article if you've seen it.

hugs
rhonda

no blogging in a whole year

i've been meaning to get back to this..."blogging".  kinda weird that i thought about it today because it's been exactly one year since my last post.  and what a year it has been.  my life is totally different.  but i'm happy.  actually was talking to a good friend recently about happiness and dating.  she's seeing this guy and there's lots of sparks but she's waiting for tragic flaw to reveal itself.  well, every dude is imperfect - that's for sure.  even you spot a good one, trust that they didn't come out of a box that way.  so i assured her that even when some blemish does appear, it won't necessarily be a deal-breaker.  and he may be as good as he seems.  chances are some other chic put a lot of work into him already.  at our age, that's likely the case.  she thought about it and recalled plenty of ex's that she'd put tons of rehabbing into only for some other woman to reap all the benefits.  love recycled.