Laugh Until You Pee In Your Pants

I have not posted lately. Not much to really tell you about. January is pretty quiet up here for the most part. Well..wait a second...there is the whole New England Patriots in the Superbowl thing happening. Can you imagine? Red Sox won the world series. New England is about to win the SB. Can the Celtics be far behind?? Can't say too much about the bruins. touchy subject for the passionate hockey goers.

I am looking at my Christmas tree. Yep, it's still up. Not sure why. Just laziness I guess. I have been in a thinking mood for a while. Do you ever over analyze your thoughts and actions? One of my biggest problems is that I do that. Well, I am on overkill with the over thinking and it can be a little stressful.

I saw two movies recently, 1 - The Bucket List and 2- Great Debaters. The Bucket List has two great actors in it, Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. It was actually a fun movie with some pretty serious undertones in it. They make a list of things to do before they "kick the bucket". I am not giving anything away when I share that one item is "laugh until I cry". I would even go a step further and say, "laugh until you pee in your pants".

Do you remember the last time you laughed that hard? I think for me, it was in college. Unfortunately, I even had kaki pants on too. But it was a great feeling - on the inside at least. Laughing is such a good release too. Maybe one day, I will get to laugh that hard again.

The other movie, Great Debaters, took me into a place that you don't hear about much...well, unless you are a friend of Tiger Woods. In this movie, you are reminded of what happened to African Americans and lynching. You see and feel the pain that they went through. You are reminded of the fight and determination that is needed in order to make your way to a place that you deserve to be because you are a human being. Why do people have to fight so hard to be treated fairly? You have the ones who don't have to fight because they have all the resources at their disposal, all the backing that a spoiled rich kid needs, all the support that a rich favored government caters to....they don't have to fight at all and can't understand this other world called the real world.

It is so strange to see how this is still happening today.
"The land of the free". Well, nothing seems free right now. We can't even travel where we want to - embargo on Cuba keeps us from being free. The Bush "economy" keeps anything from being free. The homeless don't have it free, yet we spend trillions of dollars to fight a war started on lies.
"The home of the brave". Well, the only ones that are brave are the ones fighting to survive. It is easy to be brave when you have everything handed to you on a silver platter; when you have the six figure income; when you have a gov't who gives you all the breaks that you want; and when you live in the most comfortable mansion on the block, sheltered from the "real world" yet again.

Obviously, I have never been lynched. But I can understand the feeling of constantly fighting to make your way to a place that you deserve to be. Whether I want to be a woman minister from the South or someone who can actually be called "beautiful" despite her body size, I had to fight through my own discrimination.

I can't preach in the south and I am not pretty enough to be a successful trainer or someone's "other half". (In the past, I have been told, 1 - that I do not "look" like I love God; 2 - you don't look like a "successful enough" trainer for our company; 3- you don't have the "richmond" experience to be a teacher here; 4 - you are a woman and you can preach in our pulpit; 5 - you don't have that little extra something that Steven had (the male teacher they hired over me) 6-you were a mistake) It all adds up.

Thankfully now, I am in the right place - I am in a place now that accepts me for who I am, for what I do and for what I am capable of being. I get to finally be me. I get to finally fight with the good people instead of against the bad.

It cracks me up that we have the potential to have make history in the United States by voting for the first woman president or voting for the first African American president. 20 years ago, that wasn't even a forethought. But instead of celebrating those possibilities, they are arguing and fighting over he said/she said stuff. How nice it would be to be able to finally tell a little girl or an African American boy that they can be whatever they want to be...only they have to see this.

So close and yet so far. Man, I can't wait to be able to pee in my pants some day.