PSERENDIPITY

The blogroll has been reduced by a couple blogs recently.  And, some new ones have been added.  Did you guys notice?  Well, somebody was mentioning to me that they were removed, and I was like “Yeah, cause you don’t post!”  So, here’s a formal explanation of my blogroll philosophy.  There are requirements to be on the blogroll here at Pserendipity. 

1.  You must post.  See, my 14 readers come here daily and they click on those links.  If someone came to your house everyday, would you send them to the neighbors house knowing no one was home?  My point, exactly. 

2.  Have something to say.  I read the blogs on the blogroll daily.  Really, I do.  I enjoy the humor and recipes at Just Jenn, the commentary at The Breaking Point, the commraderie at Creole Princess, the honesty at LoveBabz, and the witty sarcasm and funny stories told oh so well at Beats, Rhymes, and Life & Babs and so on and so on.  There’s something about every blog on the roll that I enjoy — that’s why there aren’t 40leven blogs on there, I’m selective.  There are also some blogs that I enjoy that aren’t on there yet…but I’m getting to it. 

3.  Keep traffic in mind.  I figure that if you’re one of the fab 14 and you come here, then you’re one classy person.  The thing about linking to other blogs is that you get other blogs readers.  I’m not gonna put “Six Babydaddys” on my blogroll because I’m quite sure our readership is different, and I ain’t trying to be deleting comments from hoodrats.  Well….it’s the truth.

I gotta watch out for the fab 14.  I think I’m gonna start calling my readers that, now.  It’s catchy.  Or, I might just like the word fab.  WIth that said, does anybody have any blogs you think I should read?  I’m always on the lookout for new and interesting blogs.  If you’re one of the fab 14, anybody you want me to link to in order to make your daily trip through blogland easier? 

And, one suggestion for those wishing to return to the blogroll:  ummmmm, BLOG!

I started this blog on a whim.  My first post was on January 5, 2008 and I had absolutely no idea what I was gonna write about or if anybody besides my cousin and Iris was gonna read it.  Now, less than 5 months later, I’ve reached 10,000 hits!  Go me!  Thank you guys for reading, please keep coming back! 

Here’s a new blog feature:  I have decided that I’m going to give a gift every 500 comments.  So, leave a comment, number 500 is right around the corner!!  If you’re the 500th commenter, I’ma break you off!!

As part of the commitment to my Sorority, one of the areas I love to work in has been the Delta Gems mentoring program.  So, about 2 years ago, I was assigned a mentee.  She immediately took to me, and I to her.  Really, how can you not appreciate somebody who idolizes you?  LOL.  Anyway, I figured I’d do this mentor thing then summer would come and we’d go our separate ways and we’d always remember each other and sometimes wonder how the other was doing.  Turns out I was dead.wrong.  Well, there has been a lot of wondering how the other was doing.

Yesterday, the high school junior that I was assigned graduated from high school.  We’ve been through her last two years of high school together, two beauty and beau pageants, two weddings (long story), an un-parent conference, me going off on a teacher, one awards night, many teenage crises (or so she thought), a lot of lectures, 3 last minute projects, and a couple stern talking tos. And yesterday she graduated.  And we’re still not through.

Today, she’s going to sign up for the Navy.  Partly because of her admiration for and some guidance from Tim.  I worry about whether she’s going to make it, I worry about where they’re going to send her, I worry about if she doesn’t like it and she decides to get out when she can — what is she going to do then?, I worry about her getting into trouble with some stoopit boy, I worry about her making the right choices, I just worry. 

I was so proud of her at graduation, she was so happy.  I was just thinking “Lord, this is only her beginning and she doesn’t even know it.  Lord, please take care of this child.”  Then I thought, “Hmph, I pray the same prayer for Aidan.”  My responsibilities as a mentor are technically over, so I guess now she’s just family.   The girl I thought I’d be able to turn loose is now probably always going to be here.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dr. Martin Luther King’s first grandchild was born today.  Her father, Martin III, is 51 years old, if I’m not mistaken.  Martin is the only of the King children to be married, and of course, the only one to have a child.  What if this is it?  MLK would only have one grandchild, a girl who some would argue cannot carry on the King name.  Someone said today “What a lazy legacy.”  I had to think about that. 

MLK was a great man, but none of his children really stood out in the same or similar manner that he did.  In fact, it was once said that MLK III “lacked his fathers vision” while he lead the SCLC.  Dexter King is an actor and documentary film maker, but also serves as president of the King Center.  Bernice is a minister and an attorney.  Imagine how hard it is to be the child of Martin Luther King.  Could either of them have even filled their father’s or their mother’s footsteps?  In 2008, what can be expected of the remainder of the King family, even little Yolanda?

With that said, is there really a lazy legacy?  Sure, it would seem that a family as large as that of MLK would have had way more than one grandchild, and almost certainly a Martin IV.  In today’s world, would much have been expected from a gang of King grandchildren?  Are the children of today even in a position to recognize the importance of the King legacy? 

I’m sure that this baby will grow up with all the love in the world.  She’ll probably go on to college and do great things with her life.  Maybe she’ll be a doctor, or a lawyer, an astronaut, a teacher…who knows.  But if she turns out just as “normal” as the rest of us, she’ll still be part of the King legacy.  A lazy legacy?  

By now, I’m sure you’ve all heard the comments made by that damn fool Liz Trotta about killing Osama and Obama. If not, you can get the story here. Of course, somebody saw it and thought she should apologize. So, she did. Here’s my question: WHY?

Let’s think about this thing. When she said that, she laughed about it. That’s an indication that she meant it and she was comfortable enough to let it slip out, so it’s more than likely the way she feels. Why apologize? Two classic examples that I must share here are: Isiaiah Washington apologizing for saying “faggot”, and well, anybody doing anything that the Gay Rights Activists, Al Sha.rpt.on or Je.sse Jac.kso.n don’t like. They will quickly demand an apology from you, and if you don’t give it, then….well, we don’t know what happens because people are always punked (no pun intended) into apologizing.

My mother always told me that if I did something I wasn’t sorry about and it ended up hurting someone’s feelings, then say “I’m sorry that what I said hurt your feelings.” Don’t apologize for saying it, because you meant it and it’s how you feel. If you say what you mean and what you feel, you ain’t sorry. The fact that it isn’t “politically correct” or that you said it without thinking doesn’t make it any less how you feel or what you think, so why be sorry for saying it? Man up and accept whatever consequences. Don’t issue an apology. It doesn’t really mean a thing.

That’s all I checked in to say.  My man is here, my house is clean, my dog is washed, my child is happy, and I’m off work Friday. Now, instead of typing, I should be enjoying that.  Wouldn’t you agree?  Have a good one, everybody.  Say a prayer for someone on Memorial Day, use this weekend to spend time with those that will be remembering YOU one day.  See you guys Monday, and be safe! Hugs and Kisses all around!