I also like Showtime's Dexter, but it's now airing (edited of course) on CBS.
I'll definitely keep my extended basic channels & shows like Top Chef, Boondocks, Project Runway, How Clean is Your House, Run's House, Snoop Dogg's Fatherhood, my HGTV shows, Food Network, TV1, Forensic Files, First 48, Chill Channel, etc.
Is there any good reason to keep the premium channels?
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In St. Louis, we (i.e., black folks) call it Chinamen. We say things like - "Let's go to the Chinamen." "I want some Chinamen." "The Chinamen on Grand is better than the one Jefferson." It's a catch-all term & is used by the generation before me, my own & the younger ones.
Most old folks call it Chop Suey. {Just replace Chinamen above with Chop Suey and there you have it.}
The white folks just call it Chinese.
I have some family crap going on that's weighing on me heavily. All I seem to do lately is bitch & moan. However, I promised myself long ago that every time I seemed to dwell a little to long on the bitching & moaning, I'd remind myself of the reasons I have to be happy & thankful.
I was bitching & moaning about my 6 year old furnace going out & coughing up $309 to pay for repair. I reminded myself that many of my sisters & brothers have no place to call home & certainly don't have a furnace to go out. I reminded myself that many of my sisters & brothers who have homes might not have had the cash to pay for repairs and suffered/are suffering thru the cold.
I was bitching & moaning about niggas, yes niggas, trying to steal my car. I reminded myself that many are walking in the rough winter elements and/or catching 2/3 buses one-way just to reach their destination.
I was bitching & moaning about not being able to stay on my weight loss program. I reminded myself that while I do need to shed these lbs, I haven't missed nary a meal, while many are hungry.
I was bitching & moaning about my son begging for money & doing stupid teenage boy crap. I reminded myself that many young mothers are visiting the graves of their young sons.
I was bitching & moaning about these damn silverfish, this carpet that so desperately needs a deep cleaning & these walls that need painting. I reminded myself that I live like a queen compared to some.
I was bitching & moaning about my sister leaving her children at my house. I reminded myself that many of these young women leave their children with anydamnbody and these people are doing only God knows what to these innocent children.
I was bitching & moaning about those uber-needy ass people at my office. I reminded myself that "the man" pays me a decent salary to tend to these folks, while many are unemployed.
I was crying & missing my daddy. I reminded myself that my daddy loved me & provided for me beyond his grave, while many have no idea who and/or where their fathers are.
I was crying & missing my mama & granny. I reminded myself that I had them for almost 3 decades, while many young women never had a mama or granny in their lives.
I'm crying now as I write this, because sometimes I have to see it in black & white to remind myself of just how fortunate I am.
