tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33253362636548315162024-02-08T13:13:29.041-05:00I Gotsta TalkRandom Thoughts on Everything from Flavor of Love to Corporate Thugs. I Gotsta Talk. You wanted it so here it comes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-22856147301879498302010-09-11T20:14:00.001-04:002010-09-11T20:14:43.677-04:00The Scary LadyThere are many, many scary ladies out there. Scary for many reasons, but to me, this lady is a true, living nightmare.<br />
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I saw this clip about four years ago and it has stayed with me ever since.<br />
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It might sound dramatic but shows like this are sometimes too much for me. This is not just television...shows like The Wire and The Corner are frighteningly accurate depictions of life in the inner city, and of people like this lady, who are vehemently and violently opposed to any type of positive change.<br />
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How do you deal with someone like her? <br />
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After you meet her, you recognize that her son needs even more help than you thought. And besides help, he needs protection...FROM HER!!!! For those of you who don't know, in other episodes she belittles him for not being a better drug dealer, refuses to work and places the burden of financial support on her teenage son. It may seem extreme, but people like her do exist, and in some areas, they are the norm.<br />
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Here are some of the questions that would come up in my team meeting:<br />
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<ul><li> Do you continue to talk to her son against her wishes?</li>
<li>Do we attempt to remove him from the home immediately?</li>
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It seems like no matter what, she was dead set on her son ending up dead or in jail. In her mind, dying in the street over drugs, or rotting in prison is the real definition of a "soldier," and she obviously respected drug dealers a hell of a lot more than teachers. Whats even worse, is that her son had decided to choose a different life and she was there at every point to guide him back down a negative path. Scary indeed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-50697243340154331742010-09-08T21:58:00.002-04:002010-09-08T22:04:01.704-04:00Why Kells Why?I love music...any kind of music...<br />
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I found myself in a dilemma this week after hearing two GREAT songs by the preeminent crazy-ass story-teller of our time...the Pied Piper himself, Mr. R. Kelly. <br />
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First, I saw the video for Sign of AVictory: An incredibly inspiring song and video, reminiscent of I Believe I Can Fly, but even more inspiring and uplifting. The message and the music of this song give me chills. Check it Below:<br />
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And then I saw this...<br />
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Its like Rafael Saadiq, mixed with a heaping portion of Sam Cooke, and topped off with a dollop of sparkling white teeth and shape up.<br />
Everything. The mics, the photography, the suspenders, the craziness at the end...I just love it. <br />
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Just as I begin to feel the happiness come over me, I think of all that nonsense that went on a few years back. I work with girls so when something like that happens I wonder how the public is supposed to react and for how long. Back when it first happened, the public outcry was strong, every scholar wrote articles, every comedian made jokes, and everyone else was mortified. <br />
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But then, it seemed like it was all good again...it became one of those things that we just overlooked and didn't discuss, especially when he came out with hit after hit. It was crazy...and it still is to me...I don't know. Maybe it was a mistake and it wasn't him, or maybe it was him and we should have rode him out of town on a rail. For me, and my purposes, I just wonder if its possible to be committed to serving women and girls and also jump around and sing with R. Kelly...or bob my head to Chris Brown. I wonder if appreciating their music and talent means that I (directly or indirectly) support the choices they make when it comes to women. Yikes...I sure hope not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-26812771429418411112010-09-08T15:52:00.000-04:002010-09-08T15:52:38.253-04:00Bearing Arms in the Hood: Does Owning a Gun Make Me a Part of the Problem?So...a bullet came through my window last night... <br />
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Unfortunately, for us, I chose an area populated by a bunch of baby thugs...unsupervised miscreants who would rather shoot someone than work out their real issues. You know...the kind of kids that get a reality check in jail once they found out who is really tough... I get that they're misguided... victims of every negative thing our society has ever birthed, and I feel for them...but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let one of these little bastards take anything from me. <br />
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I work in the community, and I'd do anything in my power to help someone change their lives for the better. However, too many times, you hear of the basketball coach giving his everything to help kids, only to be shot dead on the very court where he helped others learn. Or the social worker beaten to a pulp for giving a damn about the welfare of someone else's children. <br />
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and actually daydreamed about blasting a whole in the chest of an unexpected intruder...sick, I know. The only problem with buying a gun is that I'm afraid of the karma that comes with it... <br />
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I feel like if you surround yourself with negative things, you draw negativity into your life...like, I'd never really need a gun until I actually have one, get it? <br />
The thought of purchasing a gun makes me feel like I'm going over to the dark side...and becoming part of the bigger problem at hand. <br />
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Even though in every city, every day, innocent people are robbed and murdered, and even killed inside their homes by stray bullets I know a gun wouldn't have protected me against this stray, but protecting my home and my family is my top priority, and it seems like the bad guys have the upper hand. They don't even think twice about having guns, or about robbing little girls or shooting innocent people. <br />
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I don't know...I want to be a part of the solution, but more than that I want to feel safe in my own home...but who says guns equal safety...more questions than answers. <br />
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Does owning a gun make me a part of the problem? What do you think?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-46071045205718720022010-08-16T11:05:00.000-04:002010-08-16T11:07:41.176-04:00SurrogatesI watched a movie today called Surrogates, starring Bruce Willis and a bunch of other people. The movie depicts the world...in the future of course, when humans have the ability to operate their daily lives as their ideal versions of themselves by using robot-like "surrogates". Surrogates operate in the real world while the actual human is at home attached to a machine using their minds to control the robot, and live their daily lives. The movie itself was kind of hokey, but the concept behind it made me think a little. What if you could design every aspect of your physical appearance to your liking? If you wanted an ass like Beyonce, you could have it. Boobs like Halle Berry, sure. Whatever you want, your surrogate can have, and people never have to see the real you, or any of the flaws you wish to conceal. The surrogate operates in the world as you, while you lay back in the comfort of your own home. Hmmm...<br /><br />At first I was like no way would I do that...its ridiculous and incredibly shallow. But as I watched more, I started...thinking. What if I could program my surrogate to have hair that doesn't kink up in the rain? Then I would only need it for bad hair days. Nothing else. But...what if I could also get a six pack so I could finally wear that sexy bikini I bought? Then I would only need the surrogate during the summer months. Oh, and I hate going out when I'm PMS'ing...so I would only need the surrogate every month for approximately 7 days. Before I knew it, I had the whole calendar covered. <br /><br />In the movie, no one went outside as themselves. There were surrogates in every city and country in the world. Seeing a "meatbag" on the outside was a rarity, as there were 35 million active surrogates in the world. <br /><br />It was obviously a metaphor for our obsession with plastic surgery, and our refusal to accept our God-given attributes. Although having a surrogate body is a little more extreme than plastic surgery, I quickly learned that you’re on a slippery slope when you can pick and choose how you want yourself to look. Once you get that first nose job, you’re eventually gonna need a face lift. A boob job is nothing without a tummy tuck to compliment it…heck, why not just get a surrogate and design your body like a quilt! See what I mean? I wonder what the Big Guy thinks about it. <br /><br />With all its vanity, the prevailing message of the film ended up being that we should all be happy being ourselves. I won't spoil the ending but the movie opened my eyes to some of my own insecurities that I need to address. So what if my hair turns to an afro in the humidity...that's what ponytails and headbands are for. Who cares if your ass is flat and your boobs are saggy, a few trips to the gym could help with that. The important question is: What's your heart like? Are you kind to others, and giving of yourself and your time? That's what really matters. Whatever improvements you want to make, make them to please yourself, not the outside world. Be yourself and not a robot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-38056064574679861792010-08-15T20:59:00.001-04:002010-08-15T20:59:36.669-04:00When it All Falls Down...When I heard about Fantasia's suicide attempt, I felt bad that she had reached such a low point in her life that she would want to end it all. I hope she recovers and gets the help she needs. The sad thing is that whether she knows it or not, she put herself in this situation to begin with. We cannot see the future and love is often blind, but if we're smart enough we can avoid pain and sorrow. <br /><br />Its just not cool to mess around with a married man. Ofcourse he played a HUGE part in the whole thing, and should be held accountable for his actions,(maybe even more so than Fantasia, because he was the one who was married) but she broke rule #1 in the Womanhood Code of Ethics: Get Your Own Man. <br /><br />She says she was in love with him, and that he misled her into thinking he was separated from his wife. She obviously fell hard for him, as the enormous tattoo on her shoulder showed. Even if she did think they were separated, its just inappropriate to flaunt around with a man until he is divorced. As my grandmom would say: "it just don't look nice." <br /><br />Its tough enough to be a woman these days without creating more drama in your life than necessary. Love yourself enough to know that what's yours is yours and what's hers is hers. Avoid this type of mess by being sure that the person your with is truly available.<br />There are always clues to pick up on, you just have to keep your eyes open. <br /><br />We can go back and forth all day on the double standards for men and women, but there's some things that women who respect themselves just don't do. Its about more than just the other woman's feelings...its about recognizing that you're worth more than just half of somebody's love and time. Pursue a man that can be 100% yours and do not accept cheating in any form. <br /><br />I'm not going to bash Fantasia for her choices, because its obvious that she regrets some of her decisions. I hope she comes away from this healthy, as a better person, making better choices and surrounding herself with positive people. We can also learn from her mistakes. Especially the younger girls. In life, you can't expect positive things to happen to you when you behave in a negative way. When you associate with negative people (i.e. a cheating husband) your life will be negatively impacted. Even if it seems like its all good, there WILL come a time when it all falls down.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-52815420645700891162010-07-28T00:27:00.000-04:002010-07-28T00:29:24.068-04:00This has been one of the most relaxing and enjoyable summers I can remember. Ofcourse, there's the stress of not having a job, but that stress is far outweighed by the joy I feel spending time with my family and creating the kind of memories with them that my mother created with me. <br /><br />I realized a long time ago that I was not the type to work a million years for someone else and when I realized that it became more and more difficult to go to work everyday. Don't get me wrong, I've never been lazy, its just that I would prefer to set my own hours and receive inspiration from nature rather than be couped up in an office all day waiting for 5pm when I would be set free. <br /><br />During this time, I've also been able to regroup and learn more about myself, which I could never have done before. Like many people, I was putting way more into my job than I was getting out of it. We all know that work will sometimes be stressful and demanding, but it should never be the most demanding or stressful thing in your life. NEVER!<br /><br />I'll be going back to work in the Fall. Back to the hustle and bustle, back to dealing with nosy co-workers and miserable managers. But I've given myself a deadline: two more years MAX! Only two more years of being dependent on someone else for my income. To make this happen, I need to spend the next two years doing everything in my power to get my businesses fully functioning and be in a place where I can spend everyday enjoying the beauty of nature and relying on my own intelligence and intuition to survive. This summer has given me just a taste of honey...mama wants the whole beehive.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-17973096163246905722010-05-17T15:56:00.001-04:002010-05-17T15:56:38.507-04:00Sigh...That is all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-11067407900829033042010-05-10T11:33:00.000-04:002010-05-18T11:54:54.202-04:00I'm not a hater...I swear.Seriously. <br />A hater is the thing that no one should be. It represents jealousy, envy and anger and I don't get down like that. I support everybody's come up and I'm constantly inspired by other people's success... <br />But....<br />If I have to endure the ignorance of another "reality show" I swear to Rob my f'in head is going to explode. Jeeeeez...<br /><br />Every week there's a new dimwit on the screen...somebody who's point of view is supposed to instantly become important because they have a show on Bravo. Like I wasn't concerned about domestic violence until Monique's last episode...and I couldn't possibly have an opinion on immigration reform until LisaRaye blessed us with her insights. FOH! <br /><br />Is your only accomplishment in life that you got smutted by a basketball player? Do you feel proud that your daughters see you on tv fighting and yelling in the damn street? Seriously. <br /><br />What about the stories of millions of women like me who work hard everyday and struggle to make ends meet, but stay positive and focused on their goals and dreams. I guess that's not interesting enough...its more than a little discouraging. <br /><br />I guess it says more about us as a society that the demand for this garbage is so high. <br /><br />In closing: To all the Frankies and Neffes, the Tinys and the Toyas, the Snookis and the NeNes...I'm going to get a tv show and its gonna rock, and you all will not be invited.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-39080156467900822372008-04-30T00:18:00.001-04:002008-04-30T01:20:12.336-04:00Does Obama have to choose sides?This whole Jeremiah Wright thing is very interesting to me. It brings up so many questions about loyalty and what it means to be Black. When Rev Wright was at those press conferences on Monday he insinuated that all Black people feel the way that he does. He said that Obama denounced his words only because he is running for president. It made me think. Do all Black people feel the way that Rev Wright does?He got an NAACP award and a standing ovation during his speech. I know atleast 40 people who truly believe that AIDS was started by the government and that President Bush actually talked to Osama on the phone to schedule 911. At first, it's a litle embarassing to hear Rev Wright talking like that for all of White America to see... but should I be embarrassed? Or should I believe that the CIA puts crack in the black community and that all US Presidents are part of some mystical secret society? It may sound crazy, but if millions of intelligent Black people write about it,talk about it and preach about it who's to say that its false. I know people who believe the matrix is real and will cite references to prove their points. It could be one of those things that is set up to be so ridiculous that it'll be dismissed. <br /><br />I think that Obama should tread lightly on this one. He could really lose a lot of ground if he gets on our bad side. He seems to be more concerned about the loss of White voters than protecting the strong support that he has from the Black community. Black people respect loyalty. And their elders. If Rev. Wright can persuade all of the people who agree with him not to vote, Obama could have a serious problem on his hands. <br /><br />It was a like Black People 101 watching Rev Wright dancing around on cnn...especially when my supervisor came to me talking about it laughing. I wonder if it makes white people look at us differently. Hey...maybe that's why Obama spoke out. To save us from ourselves. <br /><br />Or maybe he really does not agree. How do we feel about that?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-60272952946121052072008-04-07T11:05:00.000-04:002008-04-07T11:06:11.617-04:00Bless yourself for heaven's sake...I know some people think I must have been raised by wolves cause I don't say bless you. Their sneezes are met with dead silence and they look up at me like I'm some kind of heathen for not blessing the spit that is now covering their hands.<br /><br />What does it all mean Basil?<br /><br />Seriously. <br /><br />Over the years, I've heard that you say bless you because of evil spirits that can enter your body when you sneeze...or because your soul could somehow leave your body if your sneeze is powerful enough...or because your heart supposedly stops for a second when you sneeze thus, the term is supposed to protect you in all three instances. <br /><br />Wow. I thought I sneezed because there was dust in the air. Little did I know that all of these years my body was being filled up by evil spirits. Go fig. <br /><br />Anyway, I am not a heathen. I just grew up not saying it. Partly because of my religion, but mostly because I just feel like its pointless.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-21703775368122564852008-03-31T16:00:00.000-04:002008-03-31T16:35:26.391-04:00Adventures in Cobbs CreekThere are certain places in the city that can honestly take your breath away. Cobbs Creek is one of those places that does it for me. <br />You probably wouldn't have known this because I'm talking about the part below street level...untouched nature...simply glorious. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R_FJ2WPHsMI/AAAAAAAAABE/PhTRJoHAv-M/s1600-h/stream.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R_FJ2WPHsMI/AAAAAAAAABE/PhTRJoHAv-M/s320/stream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184005844110913730" /></a><br /><br />Its like the air is different down there. Cleaner, thinner, more invigorating. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R_FKIWPHsNI/AAAAAAAAABM/GyNVnH-hBYA/s1600-h/trees.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R_FKIWPHsNI/AAAAAAAAABM/GyNVnH-hBYA/s320/trees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184006153348559058" /></a><br /><br />It was so beautiful. Everytime I go, its like I've never been. All of you writers out there, if you're looking inspiration, you should go. <br /><br />It's also a perfect place for a good ole game of catch a girl, get a girl. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R_FKrmPHsOI/AAAAAAAAABU/n-0Bp-hcea4/s1600-h/walkway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R_FKrmPHsOI/AAAAAAAAABU/n-0Bp-hcea4/s320/walkway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184006758938947810" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-1348155175633955402008-03-27T10:10:00.000-04:002008-03-28T09:58:23.394-04:00Okay I'm ready to share...There's something that I need to share, that I have been resisiting for a while. I'm still not sure why, but I know it has alot to do with other people's perceptions and opinions. <br /><br />I feel so strongly about this but I think that when people meet me, they expect me to be a different way, like intelligent people can't possibly feel this way. I attribute it to hate, but it still affects me.<br /><br />On the other hand, I have to be true to myself and my feelings. Its something so special to me that I want to shout it across the mountain tops, but until now, only those closest to me have been able to share in something that brings me the utmost pleasure and comfort.<br /><br />My love for Beyonce. <br /><br />I know that there are millions of others who feel the way I do, but then there are atleast the same number of people out there who hate her as much as I love her. And I just can't understand it. She works hard, she's getting money, she's beautiful and she's black. She presents herself as a lady at all times, and loves her mama and daddy. What more can you ask for? <br /><br />I can understand people having their own opinions about her music, which is cool, because you like what you like. Her movies...okay, again, you can have your own opinions. What I can't understand is the hate factor. I mean, I've actually met people who have said that she is ugly. <br /><br />Since I started this blog, I've had to resist the urge on a daily basis to plaster videos, clips, and pictures that I took when I was hiding out in the bush---oh yea, I'm not supposed to talk about that. However, I can no longer resist. This morning, the world was graced with new material from our angel, and I have the pleasure and honor to share this newest masterpeice with the world. No video just yet, be patient kiddies, I'll post it when it's available. <br /><br />Summer Time Hotness!!!!!!<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EmvGzC9iBA&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EmvGzC9iBA&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Matthew and Tina have blessed the world yall, and the sooner you get that through your heads, the better off we will all be. <br /><br />PS. I welcome debate on this issue.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-88089153794904829022008-03-26T18:44:00.001-04:002008-03-27T16:59:22.899-04:00Mustache on my fingerThis is the funniest shit I've seen in a long time, and I think I might actually get one. It seems like it would perk up my day no matter what else was going on that was bothering me. <br /><br />I saw it first yesterday, T-Pain showed his, and I swear I laughed for an hour when he threw it up. <br /><br />Well, I found out today that it's like some kind of cult fad with a nationwide following...its called a fingerstache. LMAO. Seriously, check out this video:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4LV6e240Es&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4LV6e240Es&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /> <br />I swear I'm getting one, and when ever people are pissing me off, I can throw it up and raise my eyebrow and everything will be alright again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-66359984830814661342008-03-23T19:53:00.001-04:002008-03-26T11:29:52.439-04:00if you're going to beat your kids...do it at homeOkay so the Easter outfits were out in full force today ...some a little overdone, but who am I to judge. The kids are the cutest, big frilly pink dresses, gloves and hats, just adorable. <br /><br />On the way to pick up my kids, I stopped at a light and noticed an older lady, obviously a grandmother, pushing a baby in a stroller, with three toddlers in tow, all walking, and enjoying the Sunday afternoon sunshine. After grandmom makes it across the street completely, she must have forgotten about the last little girl, probably about 4 or 5 years old, who happened to be all the way on the opposite corner, and lawd hammercy stepped out into the street, attempting to cross on her own. There was a police officer in the row of traffic waiting for them to cross, and when the little girl stepped out, grandmom went back to grab her, and the cop pulled out in front of the traffic so that no one would run the baby over. To make matters worse, when the little girl finally made it across the street, she fell in her pretty Easter outfit, and literally almost fell into the sewer...thats how small she was. <br /><br />Well, you would have thought it was World War III. Not only did grandmom grip her up hard out of the street, but she proceeded to slap her arond some more because the little girl was still crying. I dont know what came over me, but I couldn't take it anymore and something inside me came unhinged, and I blurted out "leave that baby alone." Yelled it. Loud. It was like I was watching myself do it. Somebody yelled out mind your business, but it didn't even phase me. Grandmom was startled, and I think she realized that not only was she out in public but also that the police were watching her too. <br /><br />Now don't get me wrong. I have kids too, and I'm not one of those people who feel like kids shouldn't get spanked, because they should. Maybe even sometimes in public, like when they want to play dress up in Saks and they're running under and through the clothes racks...or the occasional time when they try to play you in public because they're around their friends...I could go on and on. <br /><br />What I don't understand is how (and why) people will beat their kids down to the ground in polite company, or at all for that matter. My kids get on my nerves too, but is there EVER any reason to grip up your 5 year old and call him a bitch while other people are watching you? (Another Easter Day scene I witnessed) <br /><br />I know some of you out there have witnessed what I'm talking about. Here I go getting all preachy again, but it just makes me soooo sad to think about the way that some kids are forced to grow up. If someone could be so blatant to abuse in the streets, imagine the treatment their kids endure at home, and the mark that it leaves on them as adults. <br /><br />Love is all we need people...Love, and the occasional spanking.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-78055756202774480722008-03-21T13:25:00.000-04:002008-03-21T15:27:46.253-04:00And Now the News...Rogue Stingrays????<br />Did you hear about the woman killed by the Eagle Ray in Florida yesterday???<br />What a tragedy this is...no one to blame, just a horrible accident that nothing can be done about. Can you imagine what it was like to see and experience this? When it happened to Steve Irwin (RIP Steve) it was a little easier to comprehend, but this is just absolutely random. <br />And then the damn thing was HUGE!!! They say the ray was at least 5 feet wide and weighed about 75 pounds!!! <br /> <br />Here's a picture of the little bastard...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R-P5QGPHsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RjC2rPB7GXs/s1600-h/ed946e88-af8f-4252-a045-8670f9b21cdb-ed946e88-af8f-4252-a045-8670f9b21cdb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQMPl2ApInk/R-P5QGPHsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RjC2rPB7GXs/s320/ed946e88-af8f-4252-a045-8670f9b21cdb-ed946e88-af8f-4252-a045-8670f9b21cdb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258051353456802" /></a><br /><br />I don't think that visor is going to fit him...<br /><br />On a possibly related note, I know by now you've heard that our water supply is most likely contaminated with people's prescription drugs. I wouldn't be surprised of the damn stingray was high on xanax or something. <br /><br />Stingrays can't fly. <br /><br />Unless they're high.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-59196004699552913492008-03-21T11:05:00.001-04:002008-03-21T11:05:27.553-04:00Run Fat Girl RunAre you sure? <br />Let me take off my shoes...<br />Okay, well, this shirt I have on is wool, so that may be it. Let me take that off too.<br />You know, I thought these pants felt a little heavy when I put them on this morning...<br />Hey fat bastard...it's you!!!<br /><br />I realized last week that I've kinda let myself go. Not intentionally, and not to the point of no return, but still. I was 158 about 4 months ago, and I swear I don't know how or when those extra 14 pounds came from. <br /><br />They say stress makes fat build up on you, and I may be the prime example of that. Being stressed causes you to be tired which causes you to be lazy which causes you to be 172 pounds. <br /><br />I carry it well...people are always surprised to find out how much I weigh, but still I can feel the fatness, even worse the unhealthiness of it all. <br /><br />I'm supposed to be starting on Monday...you know the Monday that never comes? <br /><br />I'm gonna do it this time, I'm focused right now...<br /><br />Ooooo did somebody say donuts??<br /><br /> <a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2012879850047882607JSCOvM"><img src="http://inlinethumb18.webshots.com/4177/2012879850047882607S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Homer eating his donut"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-86704792229920016352008-03-21T11:04:00.001-04:002008-03-21T11:04:20.100-04:00Philadelphia Femme FatalesOkay so, Philadelphia has a like a million murders a year these days. The number one place in America where there is a good chance you will be shot to death by a loser who has nothing better to do than carry a gun on the damn trolley. Last month, there was the man who survived a tour of duty in Iraq, only to be taken out by a coward with a gun in his own home town. There's the story of the 17 year old boy, his body riddled with bullets - the shooter was so close up on him that the concrete underneath him was broken by the bullets and pieces of it were found in the boy's dead body. Its sickening. We have a new mayor...Mike Nutter, and he's got some radical plans for getting shit under control, like random stop and frisk (thats a whole other issue). We've got a new Police Commissioner, and you can't count out all the marches and visits from Bill Cosby...thank God for Men United for a Better Philadelphia...we're all just praying for a change.<br /><br />What people don't talk about enough is whats going with the girls in the city. It's like since the focus is off of them right now, <em>they're cutting up big time</em>. About a month ago a girl got jumped outside her school and her face was slashed so bad that she had to get over 120 stitches put in to keep her damn nose on her face. I just heard about a group of girls terrorizing people on the subway like a pack of wild animals. I know that things are different from when I was younger, but when did this shit become cool? When did it become acceptable to act like Snoop from The Wire on a regular fuckin school day? Howcome there's not atleast one member of the group that has some sense of decency? Its like they're competing with the boys for cool points or something...its both distressing and thought provoking at the same time.<br /><br />We have to get to the root of these issues, because the scariest part is that when these girls put down their razors, they're laid up making babies...babies who come into the world already behind the eight ball, babies who grow up to be...teenagers who terrorize people on subways. Its a terrible cycle that lasts for generations. The time has come for people who know better to step up and not allow the bullshit to continue. If you really give a damn, reach out to a girl you know who needs it and be her mentor. Show her a different world than what she sees on a daily basis and maybe you can help light a spark of hope where there was none before. Its so important, not just for them, or their children, but for all of us.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-47633773545057018882008-03-21T11:02:00.001-04:002008-03-21T11:02:50.105-04:00PMS is a powerful thing.It so is.<br />Its way more than the time of the month that your significant other dreads, and its about way more than just a visit from Aunt Flow. Its like you become taken over by this invisible bitch monster that threatens to kill your spouse and eat your young. She reacts in ways that you yourself can only watch in amazement. Its like she pushes the real you out of the way and answers all questions for you, makes all your phone calls, all this for just one week though. After she goes back down into the depths, your back to normal, but people are still reeling from her visit. I'm realizing that people respect the monster bitch. Maybe I should invite her over more often than once a month. <br /><br />It's a crazy thing. For example, the same things that may have happened to me last week, will cause someone to lose their lives this week. However, by the end of next week, it'll be all good again. The trick is to know what is going on and act accordingly. Ladies, if you're about to leave your man, or strangle your kids, look at the calendar and just be like...not today, ask me again next Thursday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-86748473813672462562008-03-21T11:00:00.000-04:002008-03-21T11:01:20.269-04:00I was on the radio yestersay so "Google Me Baby"Okay so, I was on the radio yesterday. <br /><br />Teyana Taylor...the cute girl with the big hair from Sweet Sixteen was on the radio station in Philly and I called in and actually got through. She was talking about positive stuff for girls, so I called in and spoke to her and they aired it. <br /><br />Thank you, thank you ...you all are too kind.<br /><br />Anyway, I should have talked longer, maybe even plugged my business, but I got nervous (lol) and ended the call quickly.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm a celebrity now. Self-proclaimed.<br /><br />Check out her new song, Google Me Baby...its so cute, and she's really talented. <br /><br /><object width="448" height="374"><param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhZW2z5dm1MEuq5YcJ"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhZW2z5dm1MEuq5YcJ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-89745205829091662922008-03-21T10:59:00.002-04:002008-03-21T14:15:24.581-04:00Wanna be in my crew?Okay so for the last couple of years, I've wanted to learn how to dance...<br />No, seriously.<br />I've even teased my daughter that I'm gonna get krunk at her 13th birthday party, you can imagine how well that's going over. <br />Seriously, though. I really want to learn how to dance. Not just a drink and a two step, like really go to school and learn different styles of dance. No one in my family really has ever danced that much, but I do have one aunt who broke out and started ballroom dancing. She always says how much fun it is and how its a hard workout so her whole body toned up as a result. <br />My guilty pleasure is ABDC - America's Best Dance Crew...yea, and???<br />I haven't missed an episode since the show came on, and I watch it on the internet, and the reruns...I love it, I'm hooked. <br />I'm putting dance classes on my to do list, and by next year, my wu-tang is gonna be sick! <br />I'll finally get the chance to redeem myself after I was DENIED the chance to perform in the 10th grade color guard step show routine...bitches was hatin because I was the best self-taught dancing superstar they had ever seen. <br /><br />Screw you Blue Team!!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"><embed src="http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/" width="423" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3Fid%3D1583319%26vid%3D217727&allowFullScreen=true" allowFullScreen="true" base="." allowScriptAccess="always" ></embed><div style="background-color:#212121; margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px;"><ul style="margin:0; padding:0; list-style:none line-height: 1.2em;"><li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"><a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'"onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank">MTV</a></li><li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"><a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/index.jhtml" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank">Music Videos</a></li><li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"><a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank">MTV Shows</a></li><li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"><a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/news/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank">Entertainment News</a></li></ul></div></div><br /><br /><br />Oh Yeah and Jabbawockeez for the win all the way, Status Quo sucks it was rigged, we love you Kaba Modern, we know the deal.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325336263654831516.post-69863727214785547042008-03-21T10:59:00.001-04:002008-03-21T10:59:55.331-04:00I know who killed chivalry.His name is Steve.<br /><br />Everyday I see him, I'm amazed by his behavior, and then I remember who I'm dealing with. I don't know him personally, but this guy gets under my skin something fierce.<br />Its like are you really going to step on that elderly lady with the cane just so you can be the first one on the trolley? Is it really that serious?<br /><br />You know how the trolley has a designated place to stop, but it could be one or two inches off...Steve likes to scoot left or right so that he can be ready and waiting when the doors open up. After he gets on he scurries to his favorite seat by the window, and puts on his super, extra large, industrial headphones and zones out in blissful ignorance of how rude and annoying he is. <br /><br />Maybe its me. Maybe I should just mind my business...probably.<br /><br />I can't though. It happens everyday without fail. The elderly, the blind, the maimed, the handicapped...no one is safe from Steve. <br /><br />When will his reign of terror end???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0