RANDOM QUESTIONS

I was just having two conversations...one in my office and the other via email, based on them, I'd like to ask these two random questions:

1) What's worse having a bunch of abortions or a bunch of kids unproperly cared for?

2) If you had a voodoo doll, playfully used it and found IT WORKED, would you use it again?

Dating Me #3 (Get in where you fit in)

OK people...this might be somewhat unorthodox, so sorry...(LOL). Now...I was having a conversation with someone (a man) last night, who's taken an interest. We talked and since I'm so direct and well...NASTY (attitude), I like to get to the bottom line so I asked him to be specific in what it was he wanted from me...because I don't have time for fake dates just to get to my yams (LOL...ISHA...U LIKE THAT) (sorry) LOL. He didn't seem to understand why I needed/wanted this clarification...so I told him. I've always placed men in TWO catagories:

EFFORT = Dating:

What's required here is time and consistency...this man will have to know that he knows that he knows he's interested BEYOND the bedroom. He's going to have to sacrafice and work hard at this capture (smile). This is not a game people...I take dating seriously, because I usually only date one man at a time, so I really like for us to get into one another (don't be fresh). I want this dude to be adventurous...a spontaneous free spirit...with a creative mind...I don't want him asking me all day...'so, what chu wanna do today'...dude...YOU CAN TELL ME; I love surprises. If he does ask, I want to be able to say...'um, I'm feeling like ice cream' and he says..."GOT IT" and we're off...(OHHHH I LUV THIS DUDE). Now, of course this man has my everything...time energy and fullest attention...the sky has no limit.

Doesn't that sound just dandy?!?...I'd say so, BUT there's another place for said prospect to be...

EFFORTLESS = Sex:

Now, the UNLUCKY man who opts to be in this place is going to suffer....LOL. severly (now, I'm speaking of times pass, because I'm changing my evil ways, but for the purposes of this post...I'ma go-on and keep da party going) . This dude is strickly ON-CALL...and that's MY CALL...so DON'T CALL ME. You're here for ONE reason ONLY. There's no need for phone-rap and no we don't date. I call- "hey, you...what's happening?" he answers - "hey...what's up with you?" I reply - "you know what's up with me." he says - "hahaha, you a trip...when?" I say - "in 2 hours." he says - " I'll be there" I say - (click...after saying bye). That's how that goes...nothing more nothing less. This person is also subject to being cut off once I'm approached by someone whoes willing to put forth the effort in dating me....see how unlucky this cat is...what a shame.

MAJOR NO-NO:

Please do not try to shift possitions...I don't take kindly to that...especially shifting up from effortless to effort...there's only one way to go...DOWNNNNN! Effortless is that because of the lack of effort...and I don't want to hear, "well, because I'm so busy and I don't want to hold you up...so I'm just tryna get in where I fit in." Oh yeah boo-boo...well you got it, but there's no turning back...so you stuck like chuck in a rut...LOL.
Well that's all folks...just thought I'd share a lil bit more about dating me...I think this will be it until I meet my husband.

Lyrically Affected #1 (The Shames of Love)

PLAY THE SONG LAST (PLEASE)

The following words are lyrics to one of my all-time favorite songs. I've said before how important music is to my life...it just calls to my innards (LOL). This will also begin a series of post (I actually wanted to do it in a new blog, but don't want you guys doing all that extra word...LOL). Anyway...I loved this song long before I knew what its love was about, but once I KNEW...I KNEW... and the shame covered me for loving even its words; verse 1:

Girl, just take some time
Let me try to find the words I wanna say to you
I been searchin' my mind
I got to find the reasons I feel the way I do
Let me emphasize that I recognize
What I should and should not do
And though I know it's wrong
Every now and then I phone
Just to talk to you

Ummmm...those words are so powerful to me; they speak of some serious feelings...the shameful feelings of a secret love. That crazy crave that can only be comforted by the tone of that voice; the sweet hearing from those lips; verse 2:

Sometimes you cross my mind
And I don't know why
But I hear from you
And though I want to stay close
I realize the most we'll ever be is good friends
I got kids at home
I can't leave them alone
This I'm telling you
I've got another life
Cause I still love my wife
Though I still want you

Why are things so stong...why is the connection so tight...why are they thinking bout them, while them thinking bout they...what a shame for so many to lose so much; the pain of this love. It's a shame to have to remove such a fullfilling thought from your mind, to have to considering forgetting something so right, because it's so wrong; a shame to be the loved or the wanted, because somebodies missing something even if it's just a little piece; bridge

Sometimes love
Has no rhyme, and no reason
Even if we try to be cool
At the strangest times
Love can make a connection
If you trust your heart to choose

It's a shame to have to choose, but even more when you can't...nothing seems to makes sense to you...there's no rhyme or reason for anything in this strange place you'd call happiness. I'd like for the moral implications of this song to be the cause of my dislike, but it's a shame how much I love(d)it and him.

p.s. imeem takes a minute to load, but if you can...wait. (smile)

Piece of me....

Don't really have anything to say today...so here's a lil piece of me.


My UMMMM!!!


I’d like to take a picture of us in the world
Then cut everything else away.

I’ve etched you in my heart
So we’re never apart
You and I with nothing in between

I want to put myself to sleep with thoughts of you
And wake with you on my mind

I make my home your embrace
My forever in the smile on your face

My soul aches for you
Even when you’re near

Your heart beats softly
And I hear “I love you”

The truest thing I’ve ever heard
Never in a word, but a touch
A glance; romance is in your eyes

Your body doesn’t have enough places to kiss
Even if I were blind not one would I miss

I’ve recorded you like Memorex
Immortalized you on paper

Imprisoned you in my thinking
Your love is for my drinking
And I stagger with every sip

You are personal to me
My private stash of heaven
Forever mine will you be
I take you personally

First Saturday Post...

and I don't have a DARN thing to say...so I'll share a clip of another love of mine...KUNG FU MOVIES.....serious...I don't play with them...I don't loan them out...and I'll kill whoever ask to touch them... LOL...ENJOY and have a COOL (because it's hot here) weekend.



I LOVE KUNG FU...SERIOULY...LOL.

YEAH, I'M SINGLE ....AND!!!!

Being single is hard enough without having friends, family, non-friends and non-family always having something to say. I've been single for some years now, but have dated quite a bit. My sons are going aways this holiday weekend and leaving me all alone (cry, cry, cry), so once this fact was made public people seemed at get, well...kinda 'sad' for me...LOL; one co-worker even said "and you don't even have a boyfriend" (THANKS FOR THE REMINDER BUDDY). I'd like to share some of the things said regarding my singleness and the thoughts that ran through my mind.

1) "How do you deal with it?"/a girlfriend:(HOW THE FRIG DO YOU THINK I DEAL...I CRY)

2) "You're a religious woman; have you prayed for a husband/a girlfriend:(NO, BUT I WILL NOW...THANK YOU)

3) "I'll probably be married before you!"/my son:(I BEAT HIM...DISRESPECTFUL LIL...)

4) "You still single?"/everybody: (OH SHUT UP!!! )

5) "I'f you'd have gotten with me you wouldn't have this problem!"/idiot:(see above)

6) "Have you ever thought about the fact that God might not have marriage in store for you!"/a stranger: (HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING TO ME...I OUTTA SLAP DA...)

7) "I thought you liked being by yourself!"/almost everybody: (I do, but only when you're here...LOL. just kidding friends)

8) "I don't understand it; you're such a pretty girl"/my aunts: (ME EITHER-THANK U)

9) "What the heck do you be doing with yourself"/everybody: (I DO NOTHING...PUNKS)

10)"I know you'd rather be alone then with that jerk!"/a girlfriend: (HECK TO THE NO...I'M BOUT TO CALL HIM NOW...SEE YA!!!)

Well, that's another lil tidbit of my life that you guys didn't have to know, but as I suffer so will you...LOL. I hope you guys laugh...because I did while writing this. Realisticly I do suffer with my singlehood from time to time, but oh well...in God's time until then...I keep my head to the sky and love up on my music...here's something that keeps me going.

Chew On This!!! (since I'm busy)

Here's a list of 'Why's' for you guys to ponder and laugh over...I didn't come up with these...but I know you'll enjoy them.

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?

Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is >not enough?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but >check when you say the paint is wet?

Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?

If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when >we complained about the heat?

How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?

If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?

Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round?

Why do you have to "put your two cents in".. but it's only a
"penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?


Ok that's all folks.

HEADACHE!!! (no, seriously...I have a headache)

I've been working in the advertising field for over 6 years now, and I've got some things to get off my chest:

Advertising Politicians:

This always comes up around election time of course...these people go all out to get their face all out, and with no reduction in cost. It's a comepitive world so whatever the other guy is doing..."WE WANT IT TOO". If the opponent is on a bus..."I WANT TO BE ON A BUS", if the opponent is on a billboard..."I WANNA BE ON THAT TOO". There's NO originality or creative effort given, not to mention petitioning for thousands of dollars to expose yourself...then can't fund the matters raised once in office. I'm not a very patriotic person and can't really tolerate politicians so maybe I just hate seeing their pseudo smiles looking down at me...anyway, I want them to STOP advertising.

Advertising Churches:

Ahhh, I'm going to TRY to maintain a level head with this, but I seriously doubt I'll be able to contain myself. There has been an uprising of Churches doing advertising for their ministries and facilities. Like any other BUSINESS, the church has felt the sting of competition, but with whom, the world or other churches??? This subject has made me sore a many a night...Business matters are to be handeled as such, but the Church spending so much money to advertise is an offense to me. Again, there's such greater use for these thousands but the greater problem is what's being advertised; churches are doing ad campaigns with their CHURCH as the target..."COME HERE"... "NO, COME HERE" ...."HERE IS BETTER"..."THE BLESSINGS ARE HERE" (these aren't real taglines, but the premise remains. This mode of opperation should never exist within the structure of the 'Church', which is just the assembled Body of Christ...gathered together on one accord. The greater good of the assemblymen would be to call people to Christ and not the building they minister from. I've actually been working on a campaign to counter this particular pain in my side, so hopefully I'll have some good details to follow.

Anyway...these are just some of the nuisances of my work day. The first picture needs no explanation, and the second one is an ad campaign done for Adidas...I love the creativity of that ad.

Little Girl (wrong title before)

This is what I felt like sharing today!!!

I’d like to paint a picture for you to see if you will;
imagine you being me as a tiny little girl.
Seeing life in all its wonders all its treasures to unfold
so many things to behold,
so many pretty shades of pink.
Can you close your eyes and see all the ways of being me;
growing up filled with endless hopes and dreams;
darkened by the witch that haunts the night.
Love is in the air as the wind fondles my hair
and the sun is playing ‘kissy’ on my face;
I grin a smile at life’s purities and they smile back at me;
while the witch eagerly awaits my sleep.
With your eyes still closed,
imagine me holding a rose
as I gentle rub its petal on my lips;
happiness waits even time down the line;
I can smell it getting closer everyday.
awaken to the reality of being stuck within the fallacy
that a scented rose symbolized my joy to come.
Now the picture that is painted has begun to lose its luster;
and the corners on the edges are shrinking in.
Tired of the image staring back with its despair;
wantingly, waitingly;
yet time is never standing it’s moving far past gone.
Leaving regrets that there was never a real moment with the rose.
My imagination saw a picture of a tiny little girl
and created for her a happy place.
while the wind fondled her hair as the witch awaited her slumber
and the sun played ‘kissy’ on her face.

(p.s. that's not a picture of me...just something I found suitable)

NO ORDINARY!!!

I just started this blogging thing mid March of this year, and I've not yet given it a face...It's no particular place for anything extraordinary...just ordinary me writing about whatever comes to mind. My love is strong for little, so I'll only ever venture into certain areas ie:
God
The Bible (there's a difference to me)
My People and Our Children
Music
That'll pretty much be the contexual purpose of anything I'll ever talk about, with that in mind, I'd like to share my love for today...Commissioned the group that produced the great Fred Hammond and Marvin Sapp. I'm in love with the voice of Keith Staten as well, but he's never really done a lot of solo stuff. Anyway, I was raised by these men of God. I was introduced to them in the laundry when I was about 14 (by a 24-year-old man who wanted to have his way with me), but God used his evil for good, because I fell in love with them. He made me a copy of the tape, which had every one of their songs on it...I walked with them, sang with them, ate with them and slept with them. They're no ordinary gospel group to me; they symbolize the extraordinary.

For all those who don't know, I'd like to share a piece of them with you...this was the concert of a lifetime for me...the Commissioned Reunion!!! After all these years....they're still able to put it down like they did in the 80's nothing but God, speaking of Him....please be blessed by the hearing of this melodious message it's no ordinary.

Just Because I Love Her!!!

I LOVE...LOVE...LOVE Lauren Hill, she's actually the celeb I'm told I look most like (it used to be Naomi Campbell back in the day). But I actually agree with both at times...I'm not that dark, but I think it's the lips...LOL. Anyway, here's my girl... (and I just decided to post my somewhat Lauren Hill lookin like pic...lol this was also my original profile pic)



and here she is again...

Tagged AGAIN!!!

I was tagged again, this time by that sassy diva, (Opinionated Diva) I know one thing...these tags free up my mind...since I don't have to come up with a post topic...lol. Where this one asks me to list the top 5 things I obsess over so here they are:

1) My House: Everytime I turn around something's going wrong, and I've got to wreck my brain trying to figure out how to make it write. I started painting my sons room 3 months ago and have YET to finish. I'm constantly worried about things happening, because I KNOW I don't have a dime to get anything fixed. I've gone to a Home Depot class about flooring to learn to lay tile, but my lil brain can't take all that...lol, so I'm left to just freak out about things.

2) Health: Not just mine, but my sons...if they talk about a headache I worry...like, "this is the second time you've complained about a headache"...(Oh Lord...what's wrong with my baby). Then my own...sometimes I make myself sick...LOL (pun intended). No, I'm not a hypochondriac by any means, but as I've gotten older I've found myself thinking about these things more, especially since everytime I turn around somethings giving you Cancer.

3) My Hair: Yeah...I change it like my underwear (sorry for being graphic), but now I'm locking it...it's been a long time coming and I'm finally going to 'get er done', but I'm still tripping out about how long it's taking, not to mention the grays that have sprouted...DARNIT...MY YOUTHFULNESS IS IN JEOPARDY!!!

4) Time: This is a strange one, but It's like I count the days as they pass my life by. I'm always feeling like Time is running out and I've still got SOOOOO many things to do and accomplish...this is probably a big deal because I'm a procrastinator and I don't make good use of my time.

5) Principals of Logic: LOL... wow, that's a BIIIGGGG deal to me, so many times I get worked up over illogical things...I intrude where I shouldn't because of the principals of logic being violated. It's crazy...I just can't mind my business on this issue, and I can't rest when it's present. I'm a 'big picture' person...and typical things come down to Right or Wrong with little in between. There's GOT to be a rhyme or reason to your actions.

And there you have it folks...that's it (y'all gone stop getting in my B-I) lol, but since you did...please allow me in yours...I hearby tag; Miz, Soj. G and Sugar

Soundtrack Of My Life

Ok...I was tagged by Kiki, to do this post...here's what it's all about: You have to pick a music artist and answer the following questions using the title's of their songs. My musical artist of choice is Beyonce

Are you male or female: Suga Mama
Describe yourself:Irreplaceable
Your best piece of advice: Ring the Alarm
Describe your last relationship: Deja Vu
Describe your last crush: Dangerously In Love
Say something to someone you have a crush on: "Daddy"
Say something to an ex: Green Light
Say something to someone who hurt you severely: Resentment
How do you feel right now: World Wide Woman



And there you have it folks...please don't read TOO deep into those...LOL!!! I tag Nic, Deepnthought and Mark....come one guys, play along. PLEASEEEEE.
p.s here's my pic (cort...see how nice I am to you...LOL)

Children's Bread

Good morning people, I don't have anything to write about, but I have something to say. God is in the building, and when God is in the building deliverence is near. We've all been through, going through and have through to go, but the Word of the Lord is, has and will remain true. I'd like to share a vlog (video blog) from one of my FAVORITE and most ANNOITED men of the Word, Tonex. Say what you will, but I believe God has put His Hands ALLLLLL over this dude, and it shows...you can see the Spirit following him. Anyway, I hope you're blessed by the videos...there kinda long, one's about 9 mins and the other 6 mins, but I hope you can sit and enjoy.


Make Me Over (AWESOME REMIX)


Crushed!!!



ALSO, I'll be starting a Bible Trivia here this week (today). I used to do this via email with my friends and we had a ball...if you're a Bible reader then you'll have a leg-up, if you're not a Bible reader, I pray this will bring you deep into the Word of God. Please see the section in the upper right corner entitled Bible Trivia for the first question; the details and ruls are at the bottom of the page.

thanks for all the love...be Blessed.

Dating Me...#2 (The Good Date)

I was asked on a date yesterday (that poor man), anyway...I SOOOOOO don't really want to be bothered; I think I'm emotionally numb, but I'm game. Ok, to be honest...my fancy hasn't really been tickled by this guy either...I think that's the biggest problem, but again...I'm game. I can't say I'm not attracted to him, or anything bad, but I do think he's a lil stuffy for my taste, but he's cool. I've actually grown tired of going through the motions of dating (yeah I know, but for this post disregard the contrary statement in Dating Me #1). Right about now, a man will have to wow the heck out of me...and to his surprise it won't take much at all; here's a flashback to one of my favorite dates:

1996 (ironically following one of my worst dates). It was with a guy I'd fallen in love with (without his knowledge and/or approval...lol, kidding he wanted me to love him). He'd been pursuing a bit and I was resisting;I'm not real good with giving my heart freely...I'm REAL cautious and he was in a relationship last I checked, so I needed to give him time to get OUTTA and OVER that. I thought this man was the best thing since sliced bread, which is why this was one of my most memorable dating experiences. He was one of the most attractive men to me...he was my 'all I ever wanted' dude, so when he stammered with a childlike recede and asked me to accompany him to a banquete for this organization he was involved with, I almost lost it; moreso because I couldn't believe a man I thought so much of apparently thought so much of me, to the point to shy apprehension. UMMMMMM! When I said yes, his excitement sent me into emotional overload, but anyway, the day of the event came and he knocked on my door...my sister answered then came; "There's a guy at the door for you with this big stupid smile on his face." LOL. I was so mad at her for saying that bout my boo. We went to the event and had the BEST time staring at each other and smiling and dancing and making jokes...DAG I LOVES ME SOME HIM (yeah, that was my first love) I know the story isn't much, but so what!!! lol

2006 (another irony, the same 2006 with the cops at my house)
REAL SIMPLE: He picked me up on a Sunday afternoon and we went and got ice cream. We're sitting there eating and in the middle of my statement, he says kinda quite and almost as if he hoped to slip it by me; "you're so pretty." I stopped like..."oh wow...thank you." That was the first time he'd ever really said that aside from our initial meeting (a couple weeks prior). Attraction is ususlly assumed, otherwise why be bothered, but it's still something special to here it confirmed. We finished up rode a bit, then parked the car and walked along the river and talked...about all our favorite things and what not. When we got back to the car, he said..."it's kinda early and I don't want to take you home" (awww...ain't he precious) Well we ended up back at his house and I stayed the night (Y'ALL BE QUITE)LOL, because the best part of this was that we had a great time enjoying such simple things and DIDN'T HAVE SEX (see...y'all so nasty...swore something happened didn't ya).

Ok, I'm not a Libra, but I love balance and equality, with that said what's the best date you've ever had...and if you've not expierenced it yet...you know; make one up...LOL.

Don't Knock The Hustle #1

I've never been a hustla nor have I subscribed to that thinking, but what is Hustling: to sell something to or obtain something from by energetic and especially underhanded activity : to sell or promote energetically and aggressively . Now with that in mind, I'm sure those of us living in the big city have fallen prey to the sounds of the sell.

Here in Philly the subway has become a haven for such a thing. You won't believe the things people are trying to sell you while you trying to read, nod, think or just mind your own business...since some of you drivers might not be privy to this in your own life, please allow me to give you a list:

a.)CD Guy (carries a large duffle bag or wheeled luggage full of bootleg cd's
b.)DVD Guy (carries a large duffle bag or wheeled luggage full of bootleg DVD's
c.)Magazine Guy (carries a shoulder bag with magazine's where'd he get them...
d.)Oil Guy (carries a display case of scented oils-he's usually Muslim
e.)Incense Guy (carries a bag with incense
f.)"Help this cause for a bag of chips" Lady (a cart with chips for your contribution
g.)Candy Guy (carries a backpack and duffle and several other bags full of candy
h.)Sock Guy (carries a bag of ladies socks
i.)Gadget Guy (carries a bag with every and any kind of gadget
j.)Thong Guy (yep...I said it, carries thongs displayed on all his fingers

That's all I've seen so far, but I'd say that's enought to make me want to slit my wrist and join the circus...wouldn't you? The Thong guy was BRAND SPANKIN NEW... I JUST saw him last night...and almost burst my own eardrums when I heard him saying...
"THONGS...THONGS...ALL COLOR'S ALL SIZES...GET CHA THONGS AND DON'T BE SCURD." I would've passed out, but I'd have probably busted my lip and chipped my tooth on the rail in front of me and he'd have been the one to wipe the blood from my mouth with one of those thongs. He then exclaimed..."It's a long train ride people...I'm just tryna hustle and make a couple dollars...and everybody can use thongs."

After I wiped the blood from my eyes...yeah, I was beyond tears...I really felt like, SERIOUSLY...is this necessary? I know times are hard but what about dignity...pride and WHO would buy a pair of thongs from a guy on a train ANYWAY??? WHO??? Well, all this money making activity got me to thinking. If I was a train hustler, what would I hustle? I've decided since we've got all those other things already and since I'm into eating healthy and think everyone else should too...I've decided to hustle carrot and celery sticks (what...what's wrong wit dat?)
Here's my official title:

Carrot and Celery Lady (carries a pouch with an array of dipping sauces for produce
Now my question it...What would you hustle? In addition to knowing your hustle, I'd also like your serious thought on this matter. When I see this, I look around at who else also see's...and of course there's a bit of every race, age and social/economical demographic represented, so what do these hustles do to the image of Black people?

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY QUEENS!!!

I OWE MY MOTHER

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished
cleaning.'
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
'You better pray that will come out of the carpet.'
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
'If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
' Because I said so, that's why.'
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me.'
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'
7. My mother taught me IRONY.
'Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about.'
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'
10. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'
11. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
'If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'
12. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'
13. My mother taught me about ENVY.
'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'
14. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
'Just wait until we get home.'
15. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.'
16. My mother taught me ESP.
'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'
17. My mother taught me HUMOR.
'When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me.'
18. My mother taught me GENETICS.
'You're just like your father.'
19. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
'Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'
20. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you

p.s...I didn't write this.

Could Mr. Wrong be Alright

Ok, now normally I don't do this, but I'ma go-on-in keep da party going...lol. After reading the tall tale (LOL) from deepnthought's archive's I thought about this movie I have called "Love Chronicles" (It's pretty good and funny). The movie is a triology and in one of the stories the woman is reluctant to date this seemingly nice guy because he's only a security guard.

I recogonize how hard it is for so many women to bring themselves to this place of date-thought. I mean, you figure you want someone who's at least on your level and if you're a successfull or up can coming career women with all her own...how can you bend to the point of accepting such a man...is it an act of desperation?

Personally, if I bump into my Mr. Wright and he's working in a gas station...we'd probably never met...heck I've probably already missed out on him. But it's about standards RIGHT? It's about being 'equally yoked'...RIGHT? It's about not lowering your standards and settling...RIGHT? Would you give this kind of guy a chance to even prove himself or show you what he's made of...would you take the time to hear his story, or would you just walk away on site?

p.s. In the movie, the lady got into a scuffle inside her apartment and the security guard had to come to her rescue. She was so upset she didn't really want him to leave and he ended up falling asleep on her couch with his are wrapped around her. When she woke up he told her he won't be seeing her anymore (since she refused his every date request) because he starts his new job at this law firm...he's just passed his Bar was now an official Attorney with this prestigious firm and was only working that job to put himself through school.

What about you guys...could Mr. Wrong be Alright?

Dating Me... #1

Dating has become, well, obsolete and not because it should be...just because people don't seem to care about that stage of dealing. Everybody just seems to move right past it into sex...because...it's cool to 'keep it real'...lol. Well I don't care if a man does ONLY want sex from me...HE'S GONE DATE ME DARNNIT!!! That's all I want is a nice DATE...HELLO...IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK... ('boys are stupid, lets throw rocks at em'...Lo). Anyway, I just love that part of knowing a person...that's when things are USUALLY at their best...UNLESSS you're me.

I've had some of the WORST first dates EVER...here, I'll share a few...no, no...just a few.

1995: I'm about 19 years old (dang...I don told me age), oh well. I met this dude in a local bar somewhere (I wasn't a fast girl THEN, but I used to hang out with my girlfriend up north and we'd walk around to some spots) anyway, we have a good enough convo to exchange numbers and be on our way to bliss, so I thought. I'm about 5'9" and I pretty much only date men over six feet...and this dude was about 6'4"...nice, he was a lil light for my taste, but oh well (can't have everything). We decide to go to the movies...I'll never forget we saw that HORRIBLE "The Mangler" by Stephen King (his WORSE movie to date). Now, since I loved going on dates, I got a lil spruced up...if I'd say so myself. I'm still a tomboy so I didn't come out all divalicious, but I was darn cute with my jeans and heels on and just a lil gloss (shut up dc). I come out get in the car and didn't see that this NUT was wearing a pair of 'swish-swish' sweat pants with a large portion of the 'swish' TEARING OFF until we were in the light of the consession line, which was crowded as heck. But hold on to your tickets, boys and girls, things are about to take off!!! We get to the front of the line and he asks me, "Do you want popcorn OR juice?" ....um, hum...what a delima...what's a girl to do, so I did the sweet thing and said..."popcorn or juice...UUUUMMM...you know what I'm fine...I don't want anything...thanks." (except to get the hell away from you. Of course he THOUGHT we had a great time and couldn't wait to do it again...I hope he's not still waiting.

2006: This was when I dipped into the online thing...hit it off with this guy and made a date. It was during the summer and he was from Jersey and I'd say a lil conservative. I'm in my house getting ready and he calls to tell me he's outside (I'm usually late for everything, so I wasn't quit ready). A couple of minutes go by and I come down stairs to see EVERY POLICE OFFICER IN THE CITY OF PHILADELPHIA ON MY PORCH...'excus-a-to-me'...WHAT THE FRIG IS GOING ON??? So, I go back to get my phone and call him, which he doesn't answer the phone...ok, I know what you guys are thinking, but wrong it wasn't him that the cops were after, instead it was a criminal of some sort who'd ran onto my street and was suspected to have hid himself in or along someone's property, so they were checking several houses including and around mine. I was soooooo embarrased you wouldn't believe it...LOL. I must have called him about two more times before he finally answered with the most puzzled and distrubed voice I've ever heard..."y-e-a-h?" I'm like...um, oh my goodness it's cops outside..."I-know...they're all on your step" I'm like...they're not here for me...something must have happened, but I'm coming out now, so don't leave...HAHAHAHAH! He didn't leave and we ended up having a really nice date, but that was terrible.

Ok...can you guys share a bad date story to make me feel better... PLEASE (you'd betta make one up then)

WOMAN, BLACK WOMAN

Yesterday evening, about 6:45, I was walking down the street talking to my oldest son on the phone when I heard a young woman yell some words from her passing car. I then heard the woman behind me say..."look at cha weave." I figured they knew each other and was just playing around, althought it was a very busy, near Center City street, so why'd they be yelling such things was beyond me, but whatever.

I proceeded to talk to my son, about...I can't even remember at this point, but I talked and walked. By the time I got across the street, I saw the car making a turn onto 15th Street (nic, 15th and Spring Garden...imagine that). No soon as I'd gotten across the street she'd blocked the girl walking behind me and they were now ARGUING. "DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME...WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF!", screamed the girl who was walking. I didn't hear much of what the woman in the car was saying, but I was speechless at what appeared to be some radom act of idiotic banter over this lady's appearence (the woman walking); who by the way didn't look that much of a mess...she had on some Ug-like boots (yeah, they wear them ALL season), a lil denim skirt and a somewhat long-blondish-brownish-curly weave...I know it might sound like MUCH to some, but it's pretty much the norm here in the city of brotherly love.

They continue to fuss at each other over NOTHING...and I'm just standing there like...'oh come on' (to myself) and my son is on the phone like...'mom, what's going on?' I'm standing there wondering why the girl walking is STILL entertaining the chic (sorry...) in the car instead of just coming across the street and going about her business. Well she must have heard my thought, because she then proceeded to cross behind the car...guess what happened then....YUP, the chic (sorry) backed her car up into the girl real hard...the girl was sooo obviously startled, she stumbled but kept her balance and banged the car as the chic (sorry...lol) pulled off. THANKFULLY, there was a cop car sitting at the light and as soon as the...to heck with it, CHICK, pulled off...his siren was on after her and so was the girl on foot.

YES, you heard it here first ladies and gentlemen! People was standing on the corners, coming out of the Saladworks on the corner and just looking in awe. I explained what was going on to my curious son who exclaimed...get this..."AH, A NI@#$ MOMENT!" (that's my big baby)...he then says..."white people don't even have to turn on the tv to be entertained, they can just stand there and watch black people act like fools" (I was so proud of him and my raising of him to understand what and how he SHOULD represent his great race). My question is WHEN? When are we going to realized that we're being watched ALL THE TIME... always under the radar and EVERYTIME we act a fool the OTHERS are laughing at us. I know some people will say, 'that's on them how foolish they want to look and act', but I feel like it's on ME, US... I feel the shame of their actions and it's got to stop.

Being a Woman, and Black Women, I'm especially perturbed to see these behaviors amongts my ladies, my supossed fellow Queens. Women are the backbone of the WORLD (sorry fella's), but we have the power to...(my favorite overused, by me quote from Soujourner Truth) "put this world back together again" (you can check out an old post of mine called "Back to Basics"), but we've GOT to harness our God given power and use it for good not evil. We're mother's so our daughters are watching us to see what type of woman they should be, and we've not shown them very well...our girls are running around here with no selfesteem or pride...no respect for anything...they think any and everything WRONG is ALRIGHT....no morals, no ethics and no values. They think they know it all and no NOTHING...and we're ok with that. I can go with this until the day ends but I won't (because my wrist are huring from typing...lol). We have the responsibility of teaching our youth proper behaviors as to avoid having our face captured in a N@#$% MOMENT!!!

In Honor of Mother's Day.

I came across this article on the BAW (Black American Web) and it asked the question:
What do you wish you'd have done, or SHOULD have done before you became a Mother (Fathers are not exempt). Here is the list offering from the author, witch will be followed by my own...and then your's lol.

(Author's) 10 Things....

1. Gotten Married (to the RIGHT man)
2. Had pictures of myself taken-- naked
3. Figured out who I was
4. Ran a desperate dash for my destiny
5. Owned a home
6. Overcame my hatred for cooking and cleaning
7. Dated a celebrity
8. Wrote a few Pulitzer Prize winning novels
9. Wore shirts that showed off my flat belly
10. Traveled from city to city living out of my car in search of the perfect place and opportunity to grow.

(MY) 10 Things...

1. DITTO (That would have been ideal)
2. Finished College
3. Found my purpose and started my career
4. Traveled (EVERYWHERE)
5. Either Been in a Play or a Band or BOTH...LOL
6. Learned to drive
7. Bought my home
8. Been apart of some major protest (with my fist pumped up) lol
9. Taken all the courses Home Depot has to offer
10. Prepared for the coming of my children, but starting their college fund and savings accounts.

DAG, you miss out on a LOT when you're a teen mother, but as long as God affords me the time, I'm almost half way, but I'll get it done.

Picture review: 1.) is of me the mother, 2.) is my little prince, then 10, 3.) my BIG prince...with his football player physique...he's a leader in training and he's passing all his test and lastly 4.) both my princes acten a fool...lol. THANK YOU GOD FOR MY BABIES.

Fear!?!?!

Man, how can a four letter word be so scary...it's ALMOST as horrific as Love, but that's another story (just kidding...I love love)

Anyway, I've been afraid of one thing or another all my life and sorrowfully, there's no pill to take for it (darnit, where was the rise in greed associated with medical advancement when I needed it...again, we'll talk about that later). Now, just to bring you up to speed a bit, here are 5 things I've been and maybe still am afraid of:

1.) Death (what will people do without me)
2.) Failure (...then what)
3.) Trying ( see above, I'd rather dream it then fail at achieving it)
4.) Not being accepted because of Me (..."if they see, will they leave...or will they stay anyway")
5.) Feeling Helpless (I'm a control freak...it's my safe haven)

Now you know my dirty little secrets most have been overcome (so I think), but there's still a great deal of fear within me. Oh this thing...this four letter word that has the power to control so much of so many. Oh this thing that has stagnated my growth and diminished the worth within myself...it's limited my expectations and challenged my very being; It stops me before I can even start. When I think about what I want to be....what I want to do, fear laughs at me.

I get this disrupted feeling in my stomache....I get gitterry and my speech becomes jumbled...I even get the chills, now this brings about a feeling of HELPLESSNESS...OHHH... and boy do I hate that, so that thing that I orginally feared has brought on GREATER FEARS... what the heck am I supposed to do now, being scared to death of everything... (oh crap, don't say the "D" word) The birth of my sense of humor came out of my fears (good thing, because I can sure crack a good joke).

In all seriousness, this thing has got to stop, because I've got soooooo much work to do; within my community, my Black Race, and my own personal existence...I can not be moved!!!

I ran through my Bible last night...and did something I've not done in too long; I asked God to lead my hands...guide my fingers and this is the passage I was guided to:

And David said to his son Solomon, "Be strong and of good courage, and do it;" (1 Chronicles 28:20).

I wasn't TOO surprised, since God has never failed me yet...He's taken me places when I called Him to; it's only when I go on my own that I end up lost someplace, but those last two words resonated in my mind all night...'do it' (and I thought Nike made that up). Do WHAT wasn't the question, but just the fact...'do it' whatever it may be...whatever causes fear to laugh. So, with that...here is ONE thing I'm going to do without fear: Throw myself into the fight for a better Black (all things true and good within the Black Race)...our lives depend on it. I want to fight like my ancestors fought with pride...I want to take back our children and their mothers and fathers...the streets have owned them too long, and we need to have a family reunion in the worst way, but I will not fear the enemy (whatever their face)...I will be strong and of good courage and "JUST DO IT"

We've got a lot of work to do, my enlightened brothers and sisters and we shall not fear that the earth be removed, but we shall be strong and of GOOD courage and do it. GOOD courage is enough...because seemingly courage alone isn't going to get us up that mountain...we've got to have GOOD courage!

I'm not going to pose a post question....feel free to comment as you will, but if you care to, please share something you plan to free yourself from the fear of.

PHILLY IN MAY!

Hey guys, this is just a lil update as to the goings on's in my fair citi (i on purpose) of brotherly love, despite it's apparent nonexistence...lol. (that's not funny). Anyway, we've got some good stuff going on this month for those of you readers close enough to hit it up.

LATE, BUT BETTER THEN NEVER:

THE BLACK LILLY FILM FEST will be here THIS WEEKEND at the Painted Bride Art Center
I plan on attending at LEAST one of the days of the fest...probably Sunday, but I'm sure EVERYDAY will be a blast, so please do check it out of you can.

POLITICAL CAMPAIGN ELECTRIC STYLE:


Here's the message I received about this upcoming event:

In a typical presidential campaign, the candidates spend almost all of their time in the early primary states, typically venturing outside of those states only for high-ticket fundraising events put together by and for those who don't mind dropping $2300+ for dinner and a handshake.
Barack Obama is not running a typical campaign.

He's coming here on Tuesday, May 22 for a series of events, and the centerpiece is a Community Kick-Off Rally at the Electric Factory at 5pm. This is not a $2300+ per-person event, or a $500 cocktail party, or a $250 "stand in back of the people who attended the cocktail party to watch a speech on tv monitors."

You can join us for as little as $25.
Yes, Obama Goes Electric, standing room only for you and 2,499 (or so) of your soon-to-be-closest friends in one of my favorite venues in the city. I suggested the space to the campaign because when the Factory gets loud, it gets loud, and Barack Obama deserves to hear just how enthusiastic the Delaware Valley is for his candidacy.

If you're a student with an ID, you can get in for $25. For the rest of us, it's $50, with the additional option of sitting in the upstairs VIP lounge, off the packed floor, for $100 if you're interested. [Only $100 to be a "VIP": that might be a good option for "old people" like me -- y'know, mid-thirties and up.]

You can RSVP for the event https://donate. barackobama. com/page/ contribute/ philly?custom2= Obama4PA , which you should distribute far and wide to anyone who's interested in contributing $25 or more and joining us. Moreover, even if you can't come, but just want to show your support for Barack Obama and events like this, that option is available on the site.

DJ King Britt will be spinning, and a very special guest will sing the national anthem.

And that's about all folks, not that there's nothing else going on here...these are just the only two things of interest to me right now.

peace and love.

Good Mommy, Bad Mommy!?!?!?!?!

Parenting! There's no handbook to lead us in the right direction, and try as we may, sometimes our best efforts leave us thwarted. Who's to say ANYWAY; PARENTS, CHILDREN, SOCIETY or GOD...who's responsible for determining the properness within parential guidence...well I AM, yup...me (at least today on here I AM).



I think this prose is a bit TOO MUCH and has no real purpose. When we're raising our children, we should do so with this thought; What kind of ADULTS are we rearing? What will be the damaging effects of our parenting tactics or lack of. I'm not going to go too deep into this topic since it's late in the day, and I'm coming down with a cold or something...so I need all my energy and TRUST, this is a very draining topic for me, but feel free to comment and I'll address this properly at a later date...sorry if anyone was sickened by this...

The Law Against The Law

New Jersey Governor Jon Corzine was released from the hospital today after incurring serious injuries from a car accident some weeks back.

Accident Details: The Governor; his Assistant and his Driver (A State Trooper) were on their way from blah, blah blah (somewhere near Atlantic City),in route to blah, blah, blah (something about a press conference pertaining Don Imus and Rutgers...still blah, blah, blah). The Governor was in the front seat and NOT wearing his seatbelt (infraction #1). (New Jersey’s Seat Belt Law).
In fact, the only person wearing a seatbelt was the State Trooper driver. The vehicle was also traveling 90 mph in a 55mph speed zone (infraction #2), see state by state speed limit table.

CAUSE OF ACCIDENT? "Police believe the crash happened after a Dodge Ram clipped the governor's vehicle when it swerved to avoid hitting a red pickup truck that officials said made an erratic move." (CNN.com)

Now, just in case you didn't know; LAW: a binding custom or practice of a community : a rule of conduct or action prescribed or formally recognized as binding or enforced by a controlling authority. GOVERNOR: Section 1: Executive Power. The executive power of the Commonwealth shall be vested in a governor who shall be responsible for the faithful execution of the laws.
Source: Original provision, unaltered (ratified 1977, effective 1978).
The Governor...fought back tears as he told reporters he planned to work hard to "set the right kind of example to make a difference in people's lives."
"I understand that I set a very poor example for a lot of young people, and people in general," the governor said outside the Cooper University Hospital hospital.
"I hope the state will forgive me," he said.

The Driver of the OTHER Car: Police found the driver of the truck with help from the Little Egg Harbor Township Police Department, surveillance cameras and toll information.
No charges were filed because the driver, a 20-year-old Atlantic County man, was unaware he was involved in the accident, police said. (Oh really now...hum)

This WHOLE incident fueled some serious fire in me, because TOO often we see State, Federal, Government and Law officials make and impose upon the people the very laws they break, with little to no ramification...a mere "I'm sorry" has become sutible.

The Law does not protect itself only it's own; excuses are made, leniencies are instituted where lawlessness abides. I'm not speaking out against the Laws, by any means; they are instated to 'protect and serve' the people, but when and where we Justice show her pretty lil face, her likeness greatly resembles that of the adversary...making the law against the law.