Tag Archives: the more you know

Yea! It’s Monday!

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… said no one ever.  It’s no secret that I am not a fan of Monday nor am I fan of mornings.  Getting up at 5 AM today to return to work after two full weeks of complete sloth was ridiculously challenging.   After making myself a large quantity of coffee and pouring it into my new take-to-work vat, I put on my best fake-it-until-you-can-make-it-home smile and ventured out of the house before the sun was completely up.  Monday, look out, here I come was my motto.  After all, you don’t need a new year to change.  All you need is a Monday.

monday

It is what it is, but it will become what you make it.  Today was Monday, and it was okay.

Telling More of My Tales

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This is totally another freaking meme, and I probably should be ashamed of myself for not publishing something of more substance today.  However, I have decided to write something “less complicated” on Saturdays and/or Sundays as artistry often takes a nap in my head on weekends.
  • Snow White: Do you consider yourself pretty? Name the part of your body you think is the most beautiful! I am beautiful … no matter what they say.  My eyes.
  • Cinderella: What is your shoe size? 10
  • Sleeping Beauty: How many hours do you sleep each night?  Never enough … I am a nap enthusiast.
  • Little Red Riding Hood: What is your favorite food?  Boiled crawfish
  • The Frog Prince: What do you find disgusting?  People who kill innocent children.
  • Jack and the Beanstalk: What plants are in your room?  two peace lily plants and four pothos that have lived forever
  • Puss in Boots: Do you have a pet? Do you want one? I have two Boston Terrorists and a neurotic beotch cat.
  • Rumpelstiltskin: What is the meaning of your url? It’s a combination of the words Jan and jambalaya — my first name and the Cajun dish.
  • The Little Mermaid: Can you sing? I can, but I probably shouldn’t do it in public.
  • Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?  It’s not enough to MILDLY want what you want. You must WILDLY want what you want. No one ever got their greatest wishes by remaining wishy washy.
  • Peter Pan: What is your (mental) age? I’m definitely an old soul.
  • The Star Money: What is your most prized possession?  old photos, books, music, and writings closely followed by my superior intellect and sarcastic attitude

The More You Know

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A secret … I missed the deadline.

A truth … You know you are lazy when you get excited about canceled plans.

A fear … Failure.

An obsession … Scandal – probably the best TV show you aren’t watching

A random question … If it doesn’t really matter or directly affect you, why does it bother you?

A cell phone picture …

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A love … The Lumineers. A recent discovery.  Listen.

A hate … Nosy co-workers.

A text message … I have two spirit fingers up.

A craving … My momma’s roast gravy

A final thought … When was the last time you did something for the first time?

Habitat for Profanity

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Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November …

It is that time again.  You know the one I am talking about … cults of insanity.  No, I am not going to even attempt to do NaNoWriNo after my eight word masterpiece (otherwise known as The November 2009 Epic Fail) but I really need to get back into the groove of writing/blogging every day. When all else fails, there is always another freaking meme going around.  This time it is a 30-day challenge that has been going around on all the kewl fuckers blogs.  While I am usually not a follower, I am wearing my T-shirt for the next 30 days.  Hopefully, this will not be bloggercide.

Here goes nothing something.   The topic for day 1  is something you hate about yourself.  Who did this?  Really?  Why can’t we start off with something easy like What did you do on summer vacation? Boo. Hiss.  And Other Expletives.  Eureka!  That’s it!  Believe it or not, I hate my casual and frequent use of profanity.  It has been a lifelong struggle.  Sybil smacked me in the mouth and washed it out with Lava soap more times than I can count.  Like Hemingway said of his efforts in The Sun Also Rises, I have tried to reduce profanity, but I have to admit that I like its cathartic effect.  I believe that honesty is always the best policy, and there are times that I aim to be abusive, blasphemous, and expressive.  Simply put, profanity provides relief.  I Read Banned Books is my outlet, sanctuary, and habitat for profanity … it always has been and always will be.  Yes, I know I do not need to use profanity but there are times when I want to use it.  Show some respect for my use of expletives, and remember that not only am I going to hell but I will be driving the bus.

Please note the absence of profanity in this post.  Well, butter my buns and call me Biscuit!

Straight But Not Narrow

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Yes, I am an ally.  Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Someday the open-minded will let love rule the world.  Support love.

I have been a Lenny Kravitz fan from the moment I heard this song, and I have always associated it with supporting equality.  Coincidentally, this song is always his answer when asked, “If God asked you to play a song for him, what one would it be?”

What a concept.

Prejudice is the Child of Ignorance

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Screaming, insolent, belligerent female student whose cell phone was confiscated for parent pick-up only: Shit! I hate you fucking white bitches!

What I wanted to say: We prefer to be called cracker ass crackers, but only we can call each other cracker.

What I said: I hear you, but for the record I don’t see color.  Don’t you listen to MJ?  It don’t matter if you’re black or white.  Woo-hoo.

What I should have said: Freedom comes with an educated mind.

I Write the Posts That Make the Blog World Sing

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Arrogance.  I have it.  I think all geniuses are arrogant to some degree.  I have been writing for as long as I can remember and blogging since 2005.  Recently I have considered “revealing” myself.  I do not know why I keep my identity relatively anonymous, but I do.  Maybe it is my profession and the countless debacles that some of the posts on I Read Banned Books could propagate. I often wonder if I should have ever touched the work place on this blog; however, it is such a part of who I am and why I Read Banned Books even exists.  Perhaps it is time for me to choose a new adventure.

What Would Barry Manilow Do?

The Psycho Hose Beast is conflicted.  That is all.

Yes, You Heard It Here First

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Higher Ground HS is definitely what Willis was talkin' about.

Now, the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum,

What might be right for you, may not be right for some.

A man is born, he’s a man of means.

Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans.

But they got, Different Strokes.

It takes, Different Strokes.

It takes, Different Strokes to move the world.

Everybody’s got a special kind of story

Everybody finds a way to shine,

It don’t matter that you got not alot

So what,

They’ll have theirs, and you’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine.

And together we’ll be fine….

Because it takes, Different Strokes to move the world.

Yes it does.

It takes, Different Strokes to move the world.

Do I Move You?

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As some of you may have noticed, I have had difficulty posting lately.  What you do not know is that I am still writing … snippets … here and there … mostly for myself.  Without going into all the hurtful details, let’s just say that someone who I once looked up to as a blogger and aspiring writer has been acting maliciously … possibly unknowingly, but I have come to believe that she knows exactly what she is doing and does not give a flying fuck whose feelings get hurt because she is right in her own little narrow-minded world.  Due to things she has openly said to me and to others, I have often second guessed myself as a writer, and I have considered taking down this blog several times over the last six to nine months.  This same person has unknowingly alienated herself from most of my social networking and blogging friends because of her inappropriate and insensitive comments.  This begs the question:  Where do I go from here?  Do I allow her to control my destiny?

The short answer is HELL NO!  I WON’T GO! It pleases me.  Through this blog I have learned so much about myself and how others view me.  I cannot tell you how many relationships I have built and/or repaired via blogging.  Blogging has totally enhanced the way I communicate with others in the real world.  The blogging community, overall, has strengthened my trust in the inherent good nature of people.   Blogging has enabled me to collaborate better with others … even when we agree to disagree.  Blogging has enhanced the creator and innovator within me.  It has permitted me to gain greater alignment with writers who inspire me to aspire before I expire.  In brief, blogging has allowed me to engage and be to be engaged by other writers.

What has blogging done for you lately?