Okay I’ve been meaning to post about alot of things lately – so I am gonna do a drive by posting on alot of subjects – okay only like three or four – and then i’m gonna get back to the cute that is my new baby.
She totally rocks.
That was so besides the point but hey. what do you want from me? I’m a mom – and speaking of which I want to put my two cents out there about Mrs. Sienfelds book that she possibly stole ,or not, what ever. Thats another post all together.
Honestly I am not the kind of parent who thinks it would be who of me to put squash in my kids mac and cheese.
Seriously? is this what parenting has been reduced to?
Can’t you just say – your not leaving the table til you eat your (Insert gross, now ice cold, been sitting on your plate since six o’clock its now eight thirty veggie here)? Look I’m rather old school I guess cause Veggie consumption is not an optional part of eating at Chez Henderson. We (meaning me) are not afraid of junk food. Cammy and i bake all the time. Halloween cookies are on the agenda soon. We did cupcakes last weekend. Rice Krispie treats happen on a whim. But there is a price for said sugary goodness at my house.
Want a popcicle? eat more of your spinach.
Cupcake calling you? tackle those green beans.
Food is to be celebrated, and enjoyed, and I’ll be damned if I concede that veggies are so bad I gotta sneak them into her over processed kid fare to get her to eat them. On the contrary Ever think of doing simple things to make the veggie itself taste better?
Like for instance cook spinach in chicken broth, and I accept the cheese sauce on broccoli bribe as standard for every parent. But don’t we owe it to our children to not cheat their pallets from trying new things? Don’t we owe the world children who want more than just chicken nuggets?
This coming from the woman whose child answers hamburger when ever you ask what she wants for dinner.
Hello pot? Yeah – this is Kettle… You still black? me too, me too…
Next. the Barack Obama and the Donnie McClurkin scandal.
Alrighty. Can we be real here? If you don’t know the gist of the thing, and you don’t feel like clickin that link then heres what it boils down to. Obama has put together this whole Gospel tour thing to get at the religious right in the black community who votes for who ever their pastor tells them to. Yes – it really happens like that, I have relatives who told me they voted for Bush in 04 for that very reason. SERIOUSLY. I am sad to know we come from the same gene pool. Anywho- on this gospel tour is one Mr. Donnie McClurkin who per NPR
For years, McClurkin has talked from the pulpit about how he was raped by a male family member as a child. It was that act, he has said, that sent him into living as a gay man for the better part of 20 years. He now says he is straight and that his ministry is open to those who say they no longer want to live as a gay person.
Statements including “curing homosexuality” have been tossed around. So clearly the Gay and Lesbian rights groups are hot as hell, which is understandable. But there is no mainstream Gospel artist one can hire for this tour and not find space for this argument. NONE – Its part of the marketing package, because the African american community is notoriously homophobic, beat in their homophobia only by Caribbean homophobia in my experience. Granted Donnie McClurkin -with his previous experience campaigning for Bush, and his I used to be gay stance probably wasn’t the smrt choice.
Okay for the sake of full disclosure I need to make sure it is known, again, I am black, I am a Christian of no denomination, I am fairly liberal, I have gay relatives, very very close relatives, so I am very vested in the discussion on gay marriage. I am very pro gay marriage but I also believe churches should have the right to choose who they will and will not marry- but I expect them to be consistent across the board. My sisters church for instance refused to marry her and her finance because they lived together before marriage. I disagree but I appreciate the position their right and the consistency of it. But My sister still had the federal right to marry, by a judge or any ordained minster who is willing to perform the ceremony, which I believe should be alloted to anyone who wants it. I do not believe you can cure homosexuality. In my life I have only had one person tell me they chose to practice homosexuality and she admitted she was just greedy. I don’t believe it is a choice. I don’t believe that being gay is something that must be accepted – it just is – like I’m heavy set and straight and stubborn, my brother is short and he is gay -it just is what it is.
What bugs me the most about the position of the black church on this issue is in all that bible reading they miss what I consider some important points, including, - Matthew 7:1-5 i.e don’t be a hypocrite. **If the black church was honest with its self then it wouldn’t force so many music directors in the closet – seriously men in purple suits, s curls, and baby hair don’t scream straight man – honestly.( sorry ginuwine) How ever I’m sure they write some kick arse hymns while suffering for their art.
anyway back to the post – as one blog commenter said – If Obama’s losing you on this non-issue, as it concerns Obama, he was never your real candidate. I also enjoyed Jasmyne Cannicks post on the matter.
okay that is all on Obama for the moment
**that was a joke… seriously.
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I’m with ya on the veggies. Parents need to be parents and teach their kids to make good food choices. What good are you if you hide the veggies? Sure, the kids are getting the nutrition, but when they’re 30 and eating brownies and mac and cheese without the additions, it’s your fault.
I don’t make my kids sit until they eat whatever they don’t like that day, but if they don’t like dinner, they’re bummin’, that’s all there is. I don’t let them have any other snacks or treats if they didn’t finish dinner. The only concession I make is my son won’t eat carrots if they are cooked, so I always leave a few raw for him. Not making them sit there until its all gone is about the only childhood promise to myself that I’ve kept. You know the ones, “When I have kids, I’ll never make them (insert mean thing Mom did here)!”