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The Help aint me, could have never done it, my Mouth is to unruley ) ) )

Cover of "The Help"

Cover of The Help

I was watching TV the other day, saw this new movie coming out called The Help. I found out it was first a book written by Kathryn Stockett depicting the 1960’s and black maids and there white employers. Just from the one trailer I saw on TV, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a copy of the book. As I know and many readers know, the book is always better than the movie. It’s the original thought before the subtractions and exciting improves.

So, I’m reading the book and can hardly put it down long enough to write this entry on how good it is thus far. Now for me it takes a certain kind of book that can pursued me to stay in it all day and night until I am finished. The Help is that book. The characters are realistically sound. The way the author tells each persons side threw them, shows a life in the sixties that if I was there they would throw me back to the 80’s where I came from.

Disease carrying, separate bathroom shitting, floor wiping, dish washing, clothes hanging, child rearing, good cooking, silver polishing, shirt ironing, blanket folding, party catering, bus riding, hush your mouth or your fired, black ass having, under paid maid. And the list goes on. What a world! The book is filled with indifference, understanding and kitchen gossip. Love it!

I can only relate to these maids, servants, house prostitutes (in a kind way) in the face of being strong, a superwoman, a jack of all trades. I wonder how they put up with the nonsense, the indescribable insensitivity, the overly arrogant display of ignorance. The book portrays black women as the strong silent type. Keeping their mouths quiet in the face of all that is unholy, so they may eat, live, survive!

I couldn’t even fathom being in that time period. I’m a truth teller, word smith wheeler and dealer, and for someone to take that away from me, would be a crime. But the strength to continue and live in such a humiliating disposition, I understand things a bit better. I guess that’s why my grandmother moved west. I’ve never had the pleasure of such a contradiction of life, but I have run into foolish people with foolish thoughts, and it didn’t take me but a second to snap on that ignorance.

The book is a real good outlook on the turmoil of a black women in the south being a white persons “maid”. A testimony of the strength one has in an obstacle of a consensus way of thinking. I’m enjoying every book turning moment…Can you dig it!


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Gardening my life…

Truthful, when it comes to gardening, I’m happy I found it. There are so many ups and downs in life, it came just at the right time. Gardening soothes my worries, if only for the time I’m in my backyard. I can pick weeds forever, it’s almost like picking the weeds out my life.

When I started gardening I wanted to plant every flower, tree and vegetable. But of course plants and seeds cost money. Supplies and soil aren’t that cheap. I had to start small and over these few years I have been able to build my abundance of vegetation.

Even though, I

wanted to plant everything, I had a natural hesitation factor. I started with transplants which were relatively easy. Not to say a plant can’t die because it is already on its way to maturity. I didn’t run into to many problems. But  when I realized that some of the plants I really wanted weren’t transplant worthy or weren’t sold at the stores, I had to look at seeding.

Now, that is where my hesitation came. I didn’t know or understand the first thing about planting seeds in the ground. My logic in it all was to dig a hole in the ground and put in the seed and watch it grow. But that is very untrue and that is where my handy, dandy plant book came in.

Who knew there was a time, depth, and watering process. I just wanted to put the seed in the ground and watch the magic happen. But if I really wanted the satisfaction of having bountiful feast of vegetable life at my table I was going to have to work for it. That to me meant read. And sure enough a few years later, I got it down. But I must say this… It never was very hard for me, it’s like I have this green thumb and I happen to move in an area with a lot of green thumbs. But I have come across many a persons who for what ever reason cant grow a cactus.Aeonium ‘Schwarzkopf’

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Men are from Mars…really!

Remembering Our Differences

Without the awareness that we are supposed to be different, men and women are at odds with each other. We usually become angry or frustrated with the opposite sex because we have forgotten this important truth. We expect the opposite sex to be more like ourselves. We desire them to “want what we want” and “feel the way we feel.” ” (Gray, 2001)

Now I bring this up because it seems no matter the calmness, the coolness that is collected on either end someone is angry or frustrated. I can’t tell you how many times I thought the situation was cool and out of the closet came this mystery of anger. I be like “Damn!”

When I was a girl I had my life planned out as I’m sure a lot of us did. I was going to be a business woman and since I would be so busy building my emperor I wouldn’t have time for a man or kids. But I was smart enough to know that I would probably want kids (because I’m a woman) so I figured I would start about 30, and I wouldn’t have a man I would just go to a fertility clinic. So at about age 10 I had it all worked out.

Then at about age 22 that was all shot to hell when my daughter arrived… Long story short I knew it would be a battle for me and whom ever I’d end up with, cause I’m a leader not a follower, I have a common sense attitude.  If you don’t have common sense then I don’t want to deal with you.

Being with a man makes that very difficult. Cause they just plainly do shit that make no sense what so ever. So as I learn how to better understand a man and his way of thinking. I am reminded of the relationship class I took in college. We had to read and discuss Men Are From Mars, Women Are from Venus. Now I haven’t retained that much, but I grab the book every time I need to give my man an excuse for being an ass.

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