Choir 'Hersal, Seasons, and Racisim.....

Last night was choir rehearsal. Our musician is not going to be there Sunday, so Rev was so kind to step in. That was good for him. I am clearly convinced that Rev is going to heaven because he does a heap of nice shizz that I just don't do. Before Rev got there, Nevada and Miss T decided that I should sing "Seasons" by Donald Lawrence and the Tri City singers. I was hyped. I had been asking Rev all the live long day while he was our musician if I could sing it again because if I do say so myself, I walked it down. So Rev got there and we got started and when sang a few songs(our choir was NOT cut out for Uncle Donnie's "Church Medley"), it was time for me to sing. All hell began to break loose. First of all, I am not really a powerful singer in public. At home? I am loud and proud. At rehearsal? I am just trying to blend in with the group. So of course the first complaint around was they could not hear me and I needed a mic. This wasn't discovered until verse 2 and during verse 1 Ronald and John were openly discussing getting a mic, while. I . was. singing. While they were carrying on their personal debate, the sopranos were just half-singing, I heard no altos and about two tenors ( I will excuse Deacon because he had been driving all day so I know he was tired). I have never felt so insignificant and unimportant. So we get the mic and then I start singing the beginning of the vamp in like 5 different keys. One of those keys was "P" for pitiful. I don't know what happened! I sang the song perfectly months ago and now it just sounds horrible. I have just resigned to my self that I will just get up there and do my best.
I am so hungry sitting up here at work right now. I am trying to stay on the straight and narrow since buying my wedding dress but it's almost that time of the month and a sister is hon-gray! At least I have given up the swine in the morning. I think that will be a great help to my diet. I don't really want to get as skinny as I was last summer (129 lbs....all my hips were gone!). A nice 135-140 is fine. In time it will come, and I will GLADLY walk into that season...lol.
I know you all heard about that fool Don Imus talking about "nappy headed ho's" *sigh*. My heart goes out to those girls. They had a "crash" moment in front of the whole world. I was hurt because I have a daughter and I would have been madder than mad if someone made a comment about her and they don't even know anything about her. This should serve as an example to all black folks that racism is still alive and well in this country. I can't help but to feel as I walk through the hallways of the hospital if white folks are calling me a "nappy headed ho" in their mind. Probably. I know I am going to catch some shit for this, sometimes these days we bring the racist public opinion on ourselves. Flavor of Love? Pure coonery. I Love New York? Pure coonery. Just look at some of the music videos out today. I have stopped watching Rap City(a show that used to be my FAVORITE) and 106 and Park because it has turned into what was depicted in the Boondocks series. Bootybuttcheeks all day long. I have said it once and I will say it again, Black folks everywhere, we need to do better. For those of use still acting the fool, see how it is bringing down the accomplishments of Black people trying to bring some pride to our race. For every step we make forward into progress we seem to take two steps back. Just do better my people.....just do better. Be Blessed!