Give me Strenth
June 29, 2006
Last week I asked my youngest sister to make up a Jazzercise (Aerobics) routine for us. Granted she is 19 years old and “fine as wine”, she is ball of energy when it comes to dancing. Well she took to this with a lot of vigor and she came up with a routine that I must say, made me feel all of my 34 ½ years of age. That first night I thought she was going to have to call the paramedics, well actually it seems that every time we’ve worked out I felt that I was going to collapse.
Now let me give you some background. I am going from virtually no activity to a full high impact workout; I have bad knees (from years of walking around with flat feet and no arch supports) and migraines. Now I am not offering these ailments up as excuses but I tried getting my baby sister to take these things into consideration when we are working out. Well she told me that my aching knee was an “excuse” and she let me know that she was aching all over and she was still ready to workout, I had to remind her that she was 19 and I am 34. Despite all this I am still going to workout with her and hope that soon I will be able to endure. We are working out 3 to 4 times a week and so I have two weeks under my belt. So give me strength to keep it up.
Well recently I’ve been told in order to increase some traffic on my blog I have go out a comment on others blogs. So lately instead of “lurking” (lurking- reading a blog or message board and not leaving a comment.), I’ve been leaving comments. Not that I think I am this great writer, I just decided that in order for me to meet new folks I will have to let folks know I’ve been to their spot in the cyberspace.
Lately I’ve been
Today is the first day of summer and with the kind of heat we’ve been having here in the coastal part of Texas I aint looking forward to the upcoming months. 

Well June is Black Music, and I must say Black Music, in my opinion, is at an all time low. Gone are the days of the true singers, the singers that could sing a song live and it sounds just like the record. Gone are the days of rappers coming up with an original beats. Gone are the days of lyrics that invoke more emotions than just lust and sex, lyrics that made you feel love, the pain of lost love, the pleasure of finding love or the joy of family and friends. I must say that I am missing black music or better yet good black music.
