Quit Complaining

  “Quit Complaining”
OCt08-5We (black folks) love to complain about any and everything.  When our streets are dirty and full of trash – we complain. When gas gets too high – we complain.  When our children get bad grades in school – we complain.  We (black folks) believe that everything is wrong in the world and we tend to be overly negative.  We can spend hours on the phone or in a beauty salon talking junk about any and everything, and then go home and watch reality shows on television.

Hello!!!  Wake up and look around!  This is your current reality!  Quit complaining about everything around you and instead do something about.  Don’t max out all of your credit cards and then complain about the nation’s current financial situation.  Quit complaining that restaurant prices are too high when just last week you walked out of the restaurant and intentionally didn’t pay your bill.  Don’t bad mouth our public schools when you’ve never attended one of your children’s parent/teacher conferences!
We have a chance on Tuesday to create change and make a difference.  There is one thing we know for sure – on Tuesday, November 4 there will be a new president.  Regardless of how many people vote, there will be a new face that we address as Mr. President.  Nobody can be completely happy with all that is going on in our society.  So take this first step and go out and vote.  It’s free, it’s painless and it’s confidential!
Now, I could tell you to vote for – but I won’t.  Your future should not rest in my hands.  Take these next days to research the issues that are important to you and find the candidate that best meets your needs.  Don’t vote for someone solely because of their race.  Don’t vote for someone strictly based on their age.  It’s one person, one vote.  Let your voice be heard!
Regardless of how you vote on November 4, on November 5 we (black folks) must change our way of thinking.  We need to start letting our actions speak louder than our words.   This can be done on so many levels. If you want to bring about change in Louisville then get more involved with the Metro Council or your School Board member.  Statewide, find your Senator or Representative.  Don’t just go and offer complaints and point your finger.  Take the time gather your points while offering some solutions that can bring about positive change.   If you want there to be change, you must make yourself a part of that change!!

M.Y. October 2008

Ode to Grannies

  “Ode to Grannies”
Oct08-4I work in a small office of about twelve employees.  It is a very family oriented environment with our share of love and hate relationships.  In this group, are some amazing women.  They are grandmothers that are actively raising their grandchildren.  First there is Sandy who has two teenage grandkids.  She is the perfect vision of what a grandmother does.  When the new Jordan’s come out – she’s one of the first in line.  When Spanish lessons are needed – she’s finding the perfect tutor.  At the same time, when one is caught holding hands with a boy – she’s quick to show that she’s not all fun and games.

Then there’s Darlene.  Her grands call her ‘My Dar’.  The kids have been through some rough times, but she still takes time to show that she cares and often stays that constant that they can count on.  And leading off the pack is Ms. Rose, also known as Granny Rose or Grandma Extraordinaire.  Rose has six grandkids and it is not uncommon for her to have over 10 kids in her house on the weekends.  She feeds them, entertains them, serves as the cabbie and makes sure they attend church.  When there are problems at school, Rose steps in.   I am amazed at these women.

At a time in their lives where they should actively be thinking about retiring, they continue to work for the sake of their children and their children’s children.  Although they should be empty nesters, the rooms in their houses are often filled by youngsters still too young to vote.  They choose to do these things so these youth will have the same feeling of love that Sandy, Dar and Rose gave their own children.

It makes me wonder, though.  These women are all young at heart and won’t stop moving any time soon.  However, what if something happens to them?   Who will step in?  It seems like many in my generation have become dependent on our parents.  Some of us have kids. Yet, instead of focusing on raising them, we are still focused on ourselves and are more worried about missing the next party.  We know our kids will be okay since Granny is right down the road.  But what type of path are we creating?  We are showing our kids that parents are part-time jobs.

What’s the next step in this path?  Sooner or later, our generations’ kids will start having their own kids.  If we weren’t there to raise them, who is going to be there to show them the right way to be a caring parent?  So I end with two thoughts:  1) If you are a grandparent raising kids – you are truly a blessing.  In a world that is full of doubt, low self esteem, hard times and peer pressure – you are the ones helping our youths’ dreams come true.  You raise them, praise them and let them know they are loved.  2) If you are a parent who has your parent doing what you should be doing to raise your children, take a minute to tell them how much he/she is appreciated and actively work to become the example they’ve set for you!

M.Y.  October 2008

Glory to God

‘Glory to God!!’
Oct08-3Most people know that I’m a Tar Heel grad.  I attended UNC Chapel Hill for undergrad.  Few people, though, know that I received my Master’s Degree from Indiana Wesleyan University. Although the campus is located in Marion, IN (about an hour north of Indy), I completed my degree just right across the bridge in New Albany.  It was a great experience because we were in a cohort with the same people throughout the program, all class dates were set in advance and our books were mailed directly to us.  The added bonus was that IWU is a Christian University so we opened every class with prayer.  For once in my life, it was acceptable to be in an educational setting while also discussing your faith.

The only time I went to Marion (previously) was to get my degree in 2002.  I continued to get literature from them over the years.  Sometimes I would glance at the them, other times it went straight to the trash. I enjoyed my experience but I wasn’t able to build that strong attachment.

Several weeks ago, I received a phone call from IWU.  They read some information about me online and wanted to set up a meeting.  Cool.  During the meeting they asked about my life experience and about my passion for helping others.  At the end of the discussion, they let me know that they wanted to honor me with the Outstanding Alumni Achievement Award at their Homecoming Banquet.  Me?  Wow!  Big things poppin’!

I drove to Marion to the service both humbled, curious and nervous.  I walked on this beautiful, I mean simply amazing, campus.  What was this all about?  I quickly looked at the program.  Those being honored were two reverends, a chaplain, a Bishop – and ME!  Something just doesn’t seem right.  The program started and God’s presence was definitely in the room.  As they called my name, I walked on the stage and listened to my description.  And then it hit me.  I was being recognized for being one of God’s servants and my dedication to helping others.  A friend of mine helped me realize this in a conversation earlier that week.  He asked about the things I like to do, after discussion he said ‘I see, you really just like people.  Even when you take pictures I can tell you enjoy what you’re doing’.  Indiana Wesleyan University helped me further realize this.  Philippians 4 says: ‘I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me.’  ‘Those things, which you have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.’  There’s only one word to really say to the experience ‘Amen’!

M.Y. October 2008

Michelle for 1st lady – no make that president!

   “Michelle for 1st lady – no, make that president!!”

Oct08-2For the past several months I’ve wanted a “Michelle for 1st lady” shirt in support of Michelle Obama (and all the Michelles in the world)!  But the more I’ve watched tv recently, I have decided to set my goals higher.  Heck, it’s not even feasibly possible to be single and a first lady (hence being 1st lady requires your hubby to be the prez).  Now, I too want to be VP.  Keep reading for some of my highlights:

Education:  My grandmothers were teachers, my parents worked on college campuses, I was taught by teachers, I was a teacher and now I help teachers.  Next question.

Risky photos:  I have been spotted in a one piece and two piece swimsuit recently.  My talent is fitness and there is video of my one arm pushups.  There are also plenty of cheerleading photos with short skirts or high school photos with daisy dukes.

International affairs: On a monthly basis I receive emails from various people in Nigeria.  They claim to be my relatives and often seek money for assistance or are proud to tell me I’ve won a large sum in a lottery. I’ve also taste tested guinea pig while traveling through Ecuador.

View on gay marriage:  Who has time to think about if other people should be married?  I’m focused on getting myself married.  I’d require married men to have their rings permanently glued to their finger so they can’t parade around town acting single.  Men and women would both wear a light on their forehead.  If you first meet someone and both lights flash green – there’s potential.  However, it one person’s light turns red – run, run as fast as you can!

Healthcare:  Dr. Lagerstrom is my primary care doc, Dr. Crawford my GYN, Dr. Shuler my chiro, Dr. Hakeem my dentist and Dr. Schrodt my dermatologist.  Too many doctors in too many locations.  I’d make doctor’s offices like malls.  All are in one location so you can get in and get out.  There’s be sales on certain procedures and they’d be open on the weekend and until 9 during the week.

National relations:  I once bought a Toyota Corolla across the bridge in Indiana.  I had to work hand in hand with those Hoosiers to get the best deal possible.  I can see IN from many parts of Louisville and even party there most Derby Friday evenings.

My name is Michelle Yeager and I approve this message

M.Y.  October 2008

Objects In Mirror

Objects in Mirror

Have you ever seen a product on tv that you knew you just couldn’t live without?  Like the fitness equipment that has everyone losing 80 pounds in 5 hours.  They all look so happy and the before and after pictures are amazing.  Then you receive your product and it’s a cheap piece of plastic.  When you get on it, you don’t have the same fun they do, you lose only half a pound and in the end it collects dust in the corner of your room.

Or what about the product online that is guarantee to give you a bigger booty (yes, it’s a real website).  They show these women with plumb glutes.  The before and after pictures are very convincing as you see a sista go from flatback to thick thighs.  When the pills arrive in the mail, you’re disappointed to see that is just a bottle of Vitamin E with a fancy label.

Men, there’s something for you too.  We hear all the commercials.  We receive plenty of the spam email.  There is a cure to make you a better lover in bed.  You can be a black stallion and get your groove on all night long (and probably into the next morning).  The men that try it usually say either the still lack bedroom skills or even worse, ‘it’ doesn’t go down.  Their partners feel the money could have been better used on shopping.

It’s also interesting to me that every product seems to be the low price of $19.99.  Does that one cent really make a difference?  We are so drawn in to temptation and the appeal of it all without taking time to do our research.  If we were just a little more patient, the truth will reveal it all.  This is also true with dating.  How often have we dated someone to originally meet their ‘representative’ and then two months later find out who they really are?

Time tells all.  I have had the same experience when meeting some people for the first time.  If they’ve seen my competition pictures, they assume I am a massive bodybuilder with thick shoulders and muscles peeking out of every crease of my clothes.  Then mini-me shows up and they are rather surprised.  I am not bodybuilder.  I just workout. The person in the photo with me, Iris Kyle, is the 6 time Ms. Olympia bodybuilding.   I don’t think she has to worry about me ever competing for her title.  Objects in my personal mirror are definitely larger than they appear!

M.Y.  October 2009

Death to Text

“Death to Text

Septe08-4

Growing up, one of my best friends was Mavis.  We hung out for several hours at a time.  That’s right! The Mavis Beacon program taught me how to type. I was challenged sitting at the keyboard.  “sdfs, jklk, sssdd, jklll, asda, jjkl”.  I watched those skills increase over the years and have now become a speed demon when it comes to typing.

The key to typing was to use your eight fingers (and two thumbs for the spacebar) to be able to work an entire keyboard – 26 letters, 10 numbers and a bunch of extra symbols.  Even typing this, its amazing to watch my fingers do the work with what seems like very little thought from my brain waves.

But now life is different.  Texting is the new thing.  Although it’s similar to typing, the process is the exact opposite.  With texting, you primarily use your thumbs.  How goofy is that?  And, the more you can abbreviate a word, the more ‘hip’ you seem.  IDK- I don’t know, TTYL – talk to you later, ur – your.  While I admit it can be a quick and easy way to communicate, it can also lead to confusion.

Someone I know was in a horrible accident recently.  My friend had been keeping me updated on his progress. She wrote, ‘although he will be d/c’ed soon’!  Are you serious (I thought to myself)?!  Deceased?  I just saw the guy two weeks earlier at a party.  I couldn’t sleep the entire night thinking how this person’s life would be cut short.  I wondered about his son, I wondered about his pain.  How do you prepare to die?

I called my friend the next day to get an update.  After talking for awhile, she mentioned that he was going home.  She didn’t mention the ‘death’ word so I thought she was trying to avoid talking about it.  So I brought it up and reminded her about the email.   She said, “Michelle, I meant he was going to be d/c’ed, DISCHARGED, soon!”  We both started laughing hysterically.  It’s amazing how one little word can be misinterpreted to mean a completely different thing.

So, the next time you let your fingers do the walking or your thumbs do the talking, be careful with what you write – it can be the difference between life and death!

M.Y.  October 2008