Weeks Reflection.

Life is a mental journey, in which I've often found myself lost, but God always seems to help me regain my sanity. He's allowed me to SEE areas that need to be altered within my personality in order for me to be of better service to Him. Over this past week...from last Friday until today, I've been doing some serious character assessment, not on purpose, but things just happened that way; I've learned so much more about my self.

We're constantly growing, learning, developing. What new peronality traits have you guys been introduced to over the last week. Have you learned anything new or accepted anything old about yourself.

I really don't need to list much of anything, since my post this week revealed so much, but I'll give the basics.

1.) I've ACCEPTED the fact that I MIGHT be somewhat of a pushy parent and I don't have all the answers. That might seem ordinary, but I've always thought otherwise.

2.)
I've LEARNED that I have a little more courage then I thought I had.

3.) I've LEARNED AND ACCEPTED my destiny...my purpose. The direction of my life has become more prevalent then ever before.

4.) I've LEARNED how to fall deeper in love with me...LOL.

5.) I'm a pretty forgiving person...with lots of love, I'm just cool like that, but I've LEARNED that I can forgive, without ACCEPTING what I don't want...I can love from a distance.

I just went back and changed the title of this, so that it's more accurate to what I was thinking and feeling. These are all things that have been made more aware of within the past week...and I seriously want you guys to look back to last Friday and see what God has revealed to you about YOU!

Another Test...

Here's another one...LOL! Sorry! These are my results.

Your Values Profile

Loyalty: You value loyalty a fair amount. You're loyal to your friends... to a point. But if they cross you, you will reconsider your loyalties. Staying true to others is important to you, but you also stay true to yourself. Honesty: You value honesty a fair amount. You're honest when you can be, but you aren't a stickler for it. If a little white lie will make a situation more comfortable, you'll go for it. In the end, you mostly care about "situational integrity." Generosity: You value generosity a fair amount. You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take. Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need. But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"! Humility: You value humility highly. You have the self-confidence to be happy with who you are. And you don't need to seek praise to make yourself feel better. You're very modest, and you're keep the drama factor low. Tolerance: You value tolerance a fair amount. You are open to new cultures, beliefs, and ideas. You have very few prejudices that you're aware of. And while you are tolerant, you do stand true to what you believe.

The Five Factor Values Test

What sign shouldn't you date?

I found this GREAT site after doing the Bathroom identity on Malieta's page...I'm posting the bathroom one, tomorrow, but check this out now. I guess if you'd like to comment on this post...just give the name of the sign it tells you to stay away from...instead of giving all the details...UNLESS YOU WANT TO. OH.... the info in the box is based on MY answers...so I'm to NEVER date a SCORPIO...NEVER.LOL.

Never Date a Scorpio

Jealous, paranoid, and possessive - deep down, your Scorpio will never trust you. And even if you are very trust worthy person, Scorpio's paranoia may drive you to act out. Instead try dating: Aries, Gemini, Libra, or Sagittarius

What Sign Shouldn't You Date?

WELCOME BACK TO CRAZY WORLD!!!

I read two interesting things in the paper yesterday:

First Article:
"Chris Benoit (40 year-old WWE Wrestler), strangled his wife (age 43), suffocated his 7-year-old son and placed a Bible next to their bodies before hanging himself with the pulley of a weight machine. Investigators found anabolic steroids in the house are trying to determine if he may have been 'unhinged' by the body building drugs, which can cause paranoia, depression and explosive outbursts known as "roid rage." The wife was killed on Friday, the son was killed on Saturday and Benoit probably killed himself Saturday night or Sunday morning!"

I really have no comment for this, other then...WHY does society always try to find a 'chemical' reason for a personS MADNESS... why couldn't dude have just been CRAZY! (We wrestle NOT against flesh and blood, but POWERS and PRINCIPALITIES)!

Second Article:
"In the past nine months, passengers have been kicked off airplanes or detained at airports for uncontrolled coughing, joking about hijacking, breast-feeding a baby, kissing and other amorous activities, cursing at flight attendants who denied them alcohol, failing to get a screaming child buckled in for takeoff and carring a sippy cup of water...it doesn't take much in the post-911 era to get in trouble on a plane. "

OVERKILL....we've created a state of mass hysteria....confusion and fear are the devils playgroud, but like I love to say; WELCOME TO CRAZY WORLD!!

In spite of ALL that foolishness...there's a praise party going on!!! Enjoy the message in the music.

Tongue Untied!!!

GHETTO, NIGGA, HOOD are all words I've struggled to get away from; the properness of my speech, the articulation of my tongue and even the erectness of my stance have served me well in my efforts, yet I am BLACK, still, apart...adjoined by divine order to that which I've attempted to seperate.

I am BLACK, and I love every minute of it. My walk is paced to prove the strength of character etched in my soul by my ancestors...I aim to refute every sterotype, every negative thoughts embedded in the minds of others, but what am I to do about those around me...those working against me...those BLACKS AGAINST BLACK!!!

When their public displays of foolishness amidst the eyes of those "others" whip at my flesh and leave crimson shades of humiliation...what do I do? Fear has tied my tongue as I found myself lacking the courage to speak up and right the wrongs against my people even by my people; Blacks vs Niggas:

"The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color line."
WEB DuBois

“The problem of the twenty-first century is the problem of the nigga line. Black people must draw that line.”
Butch Slaughter

While riding home on the bus yesterday a bunch of teenage boys were cuttin up BIG TIME. I just couldn't stand the extra loud display of ignorance so I put my headphones on. The bus was super-crowded with ALL sorts of 'others' but those boys didn't seem to care. An older man got on and couldn't believe his ears; he somewhat discretely told them to be quiet...that just made thing worse...they laughed louder and made comments. I'd been turning around from time to time, but never said anything UNTIL I reminded myself of the crap I spilled on you guys in the first paragraph; I overcame the fear of being lashed out at. I allowed W.E.B.D, Sojourner Truth, Frederick Douglass and any other black Super Power who aligned themselves with the idological truthes of their thoughts...to untie my tongue.

I made eye contact with the apparent leader and spit in his face, not literally of course (LOL, nic that lil joke was for you...gotta do ONE), but guess what...he LISTENED and very attentively...then a chain reaction occured as the other 4 got quiet; I don't know if they heard me, or just wondered what was up, but they changed their behaviors, at lease for the remainder of my bus ride.

I wonder what would happen if our tongues were untied and we spoke to our people about their wrongs and the effect it's having on ALL of us...I wonder (fading into the visual)!

A New (Knew) Day

I don't even have a title for this,and I'd actually posted something else for this morning, but as I read a comment left on yesterday's post...I did a lil switch. As many of you may know my oldest son is 15 (six feet and over 200 lbs)...he's going to be a Football player and a Judge...Civil Law, he'll probably have a bunch of Law, and History classes, so say's he.

Over the weekend we attended a workshop about college and college prep; it was CRAZY informative. I really learned a ton about schlorships and funding and alll sorts of info to aid the parents sending their babies off. This is a BIG deal for us as well them. My son doesn't talk much (maybe he's not my son...LOL), and he's a little TOO laid back, so I'm usually FORCING him into things. When we left the workshop we started walking toward the train, but I asked if he'd like to keep walking and just catch the bus; he'd mentioned how beautiful of a day it was like 10 times, so was all for that idea. We ended up walking through this lil park (Love Park - nic)lol (I'm giving my Philly homie a visual). Well this park has a nice fountain, so my boy asked if we could just sit a minute and talk (AMAZED ME).

We started talking about kids and parents and things; he asked, "why do parents force their children to do things they don't want to do?" He asked "Shouldn't it be more important that the child be happy...doing what they want?" "Don't children have rights?" Now, I'm not going to go into my response to all these questions, but I'll say they were answered with love and direction. I asked my son if he thought he was forced into things, and if he felt he had rights...he said, I'm not really talking about me...I'm just asking these questions! JUST ASKING! The whole point of this post is to show what happens when we parents take the time to talk with our children. We were in the warm breeze, with the sun beaming down on us...children were playing and the water of the fountain was flowing, while my son and I talked about life, love, learning, leading, growning and being. So much came out of those moments (over an hour we sat).

We are their guide into the world and up until now (age 15)things have gone at a pretty slow pace, but look out...because the speed is about to increase drasticly and our babies won't be babies anymore...they'll be in the world FORCED again to do things they might not want to do, but they need to know how to BE...how to grow and go. I learned so much about myself as a parent during our little talk...I accepted being a somewhat pushy parent...and a selfish one too (at times)ie. I FORCED them to attend a BBQ with me last weekend just because I wanted them there...and SO WHAT! lol

I was reading my Bible this morning and came across so many passages about children, but I'll only deal in 1 John 2:1 - My little children, these things I write to you, so that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the rigteous. The highlighted portion is the reason WHY we parent...why we FORCE... the unhighlighted portion is HOW we parent with love, leadership, forgiveness and advising...I love my boy(s), and I'm glad to have learned him a little more over this weekend.

What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar...

Corporate American is made up of many forms, but for the purpose of this post, there'll only be TWO the High (Executive) Low (Assistant). Now, that's not to say that there's anything wrong with being an assistant (like me), but we're usually left to do the grunt work.

I was watching "The Devil Wears Prada" (at the request of a friend) and was asked how long I think I'd last in a job were I'm being yelled at, called by the wrong name, made to run around like a chicken with my head cut off, disrespected, and dogged. I then started to think about some of the people I've worked with, who allowed themselves to be subjected to that very treatment for a title and a check; they sell their pride and dignity for pennies, or six figures.

As an adult and a parent, I just can't see myself going home telling my sons right from wrong; teaching them value, then going off to a job where the boss comes in and throws his/her coat on my desk and says..."Why are you still sitting there...go hang up my Da#@ coat" and having my response be..."Oh, yes sir/mame, I'm very sorry." as I scurry over to the closet...I'd have KNOCKED their friggen head off and been fired, "but I've got bills to pay; and this is a dream job!"


Under the WORST possible working conditions...how long would you last? Does everybody have a price? And if so...what would be your's; What would You guys do for a klondike bar.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

ok...it's Friday and I'm bored (yeah, that's everyday, but whatever).

Today's random question is :

If you were a musical instrument what would you be and why?

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND ALL!!

"Why Our Children Hate Us" (Final Excerpt)

Ok, since there are so many people wanting to get the book, I've decided to not wrap it up, or comment so we can do it TOGETHER...yippy. This is the LAST page I'll post (ms.b...lol). After my oldest son read this page I asked him what parts did he think pertained to he and I as a family...guess what he said NONE (thanks God for making me a pretty decent mother (father)) The one area that would apply is Trust, but he knows that's earned and can be re-earned. FYI- ALL the excerpts I've posted are from the FIRST 5 pages of the book (amazing)

Why Our Children Hate You!

You don't know them.
You don't speak to them.
You don't believe them.
You don't trust them.
You don't listen to them.
You don't warn them.
You don't protect them.
You don't worship them.
You don't claim them.
You don't guide them.
You don't love them.

You push them.
You deceive them.
You doubt them.
You use them.
You betray them.
You expose them.
You blame them.
You mock them.
You ignore them.
You fear them.
You hate them.

Yet, they are our children. They are us. and they are our only future, our only hope.
We are the ONLY species who have forgotten their importance. ("Why Our Children Hate Us")

I REALLY want to get into this bad y'all but Ima wait until those who will (GET THE BOOK)!
But for now, I'd like you guys to look at this list REAL hard...we've all been subjected to most or some of the above treatments by Black adults and even our parents and I'm sure, if we're honest we can remember subjecting a child to some of the same treatments. We're KILLING our children and we're making them hate us and in turn themselves. Can you guys tell me the ONE of those treatments/behaviors you're guilty of with your own child or any other black child. They always say "God bless the child that's got his own" but how much more blessed would that child be

Yeah I'm bored SO WHAT!!!

I love David E. Talbert and all his plays; here's a clip of one of my favorites..."He Say She Say, but What Does God Say" (I love Clifton Powell also...yeah, I've got a lot of love to give out...LOL)

"Why Our Children Hate Us"/Part #3

This was the page that drew me in...

The Instincts of Geese ("Why Our Children Hate Us")

It was a beautiful, late spring day. A bold, yellow sun- the kind of sun children draw with fat crayons-balanced in a clear, blue sky above. The wind was calm and Philadelphia's murky, green Schuylkill River was a deceptive oasis. I pulled the van into a parking lot near the river, opened the door and my three-year-old daughter dashed toward the water. I chased. In milliseconds, she was within my over-protective grip, laughing and struggling to be free. I released her, allowing her the chance to run several yards up. Suddently she stopped near a patch of grass and bushes, stooping down and extending her hand. From behind the bushes, three baby geese-goslings-appeared. they ignored her innocent hand, moving to her side and continuing toward bread scraps in the grass. Slowly she followed them, unaware that nearly 30 adult geese were angrily approaching her small back.

I dashed to my child, lifting her from the ground just as three geese snapped at her legs. All three missed, but I kicked one in the stomach for good measure. The goose gawked, fluttered his wings and quickly got to its feet. "Damn geese!" i shouted, backing away with my daughter. The whole flock appeared to stare at me, gawking loudly, some flapping their wings and jumping. I put my child back in the van, still watching the birds watch me. "I wanna see the ducks! " my daughter cried. "I wanna see the ducks!" "Okay," I told her. "Wait just a minute."
The geese still stared. Two walked toward our van. "Goddamn, " I shispered under my breath. "These things are serious."

The three goslings were long gone, nowhere in sight. But the adult geese were still defending their territory. Still defendling their babies. There was no way of knowing which geese were the goslings "parents." All of them responded with the same rage. They came in a pack, a unit. All at once.

Instinct. Simple instinct. They weren't going to wait for something to happen to their babies; they were determined to prevent it from the very beginning. Instinct. No deliberation, No ambiguity, Instinct.

If those goslings had been Black children, Black adults would have handed them over-no questions asked. "Here. Take our children. Roast them. Eat them. Have them for dinner." If those goslings were Black children, most of the adults would have ignored the danger, refused to intercede. "That's not my child, " they would say. "That's not my business."

Geese fight harder than most Black people. That's why our children hate us.

Why Our Children Hate Us / Part 2

Here is more of this book for you to chew on.

"The tension between Black children and Black adults is beyond the proverbial "generation gap." This goes way beyond generational misunderstandings. This is an issue of enduring values. A matter of what's important. Does anyone think for a minute that if we worshiped our children, adored our children, our reality would look as it does? If collectively we loved more with our actions and less with our mouths, the Black world would certainly be a different place. "

"We don't even know who "we" are. This is not rhetorical. This is not abstract. We don't know who we are. We don't know how to identify "we." We like to talk about our differences, our diverse political affiliations. Our diverse religious and civic affiliations. We take every opportunity to brag about how diluted of "Blackness" we are. At every turn we seek to be different from ourselves. Ironically, no matter which masks we wear, our children do know who we are. They know how to identify us. They know what we do and don't do. As far as they're concerned, we're all the same: useless, weak, opportunistic liars."

These passages are so true...especially the opportunistic part; it makes me think about how the parents today sell their kids health for a social security check by allowing the schools to determine their child has A.D.D. but that's a WHOLE other blog.

Why Our Childrden Hate Us (book study)

Hey guys...I hope everyone had an enjoyable Father's day weekend. You may remember me talking about this book, "Why Our Children Hate Us" (How Black Adults Betray Black Children) by Eric K Grimes and Butch Slaughter, well I FINALLY got my copy, and I'll be sharing portions of it with you all throughout this week.

A Letter To The Ancestors:

Can you see us...? This isn't what you had in mind is it? We're not where you thought we would be. We're not who you thought we would be. It's hard to recognize us, isn't is? Same skin color, same faces, same blood, but that's where it ends. We're changed, mutated, integrated, disintegrated.

We don't fight like you did. We march. We protest. We vote. You fought with you hands, with you life. You fought for you children. We bargain with ours. We leverage the lives of our young for cars, houses, clothes, contracts and jobs. You died for your children. We kill ours.

This isn't what you had in mind, is it? Bet you're a little disappointed. You thought we would have come home by now. Come inside to avoid the rain. You didn't know we could be so thoroughly turned out. You didn't know we could be so cowardly, so weak, so stupid. Well...

You're probably not impressed with our millionaire athletes, our millionaire entertainers, our millionaire entrepreneurs. You must have heard about what's happening to our families. About all our brothers unemployed, in jail, dead. About all of our sisters struggling to keep it together. About all our children abandoned. You thought we were like you. You thought we were going to stick together. Oh, no...we can't trust one another anymore. We just look out the ourselves. Let everybody do they own thing, you know?

I know. This isn't what you had in mind. I guess that's where we're different; you had minds. We don't. You had faith. We don't. You had determination. We don't. You had direction. We don't. You remembered. We forgot. These days we simply float without purpose-like lost spirits.

Oh, by the way, we're not Black anymore. We don't have to be. We can just be American or whatever. We can change our hair, our eyes. We've got that kind of freedom now. Free to be anything or nothing at all. And we don't need minds. We just do what we're told to do. We don't plan. We wait until something happens, and if we can't handle a problem in our lifetimes, we'll leave it for our children to deal with.

I know. This isn't what you had in mind. We're sorry...Really...sorry.
But thanks for everything.

Good-bye!!!

LIBERATION!!!!!

Ok, for all those who don't know, I, YES, I've ALWAYS wanted to be a member of the Black Panthers. There's no need to go into explaining anything, but that movement has a large chunk of my mind, body and soul...Oh, My People...and the Love I have for them to do good...be right and love each other. I'm not going to ramble MUCH, but I'll share something I wrote not too long ago (after the video)...my revolutionary side lol!

OUTKAST w Erykah Badu, Cee Lo and Big Rube "LIBERATION"



PANTHER LOVE!! !

I’m a Christian-Black-Panther-Cat; my Jesus is black and the white man has no place in my heart. I go to church on Sunday and I’m protesting on Monday; against those devils who’d have me slain. There’s nothing you can do for me white man, with your inequity stained smile. As you rush to help that which you’ve corrupted.
Your evil pains my Christ loving soul. You’ve turned my people against themselves and for that I owe you a payback; beware of this Black-Panther-Cat.

“Vengeance is Mine” says the Lord, but he gave me strong legs to pounce with jagged claws and a master plan delivering you to the Master’s Hand; kill you to death with my intellect with my goals set on the liberation of mine people.

“Let my people go” cried Moses and the same cry I to you. But I’ll only cry once with kindness and asking; turn the other cheek I won’t do. You’ve had your warning long enough this Black-Panther-Cat’s come to make you through.
Next time I see you with your hands on my people I’ma slice off one finger at a time. Next time I see you digging in their pockets, on your knees I’ll make you repay every dime. Reparations my A@#, it’s time to tithe; you owe us at least a tenth of you.

My generation and generations have been content and complacent with the nibbles you’ve forced us to share. Forget the 40 acres, and you can keep the mule; I'm coming after pieces of your first and last born. As you’ve dehumanized and robbed us of our minds; you’ve got my people talking crazy being lazy and committing crimes. You’ve got them beating black woman, doing drugs…having babies and going their way.

And what do you say? What do you have to say; with a grin soaked in sin.
Save your thoughts inside your head because I’m ripping out your tongue and rendering you speechless. You’ll never spread another lie or talk down to my people again. I’m tearing you down with my sharpened claws and you’ll surrender long before I win, and after you lose when you’re tattered and torn scattered and scorned; I’ll say a prayer for you since I’m a Christian too.

I LOVE YOU...

SUPERSTAR! TO ALL THE KINGS, QUEENS, PRINCE'S AND PRINCESS'...MY BLACK PEOPLE OF THE WORLD....I LOVE YOU...YOU'RE ALL MY SUPERSTARS. THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO FORGETTING OR IGNORING THE BAD, WRONG, MISGUIDED, MISLEAD AND MISUNDERSTOOD OF MY RACE AND JUST CELEBRATING WHO WE REALLY ARE...SUPERSTARS!!!




I'M OUT FOR THE REST OF THE DAY...SO BE BLESSED MY FAMILY-SO MUCH LOVE!!!

WELCOME TO CRAZY (BLOG) WORLD!!!

Ok, as most of you may well know...I do much of nothing at work (it ain't my fault...shoot), so I'm FORCED (and I'm not happy about it either) to search endlessly, tirelessly AND aimlessly (all the lessly's you can think of) for new blogs to read and boy what a journey.

I've come to the conclusion that some people REALLY don't EVER want people to read their page, because I REFUSE to believe that there is MORE then ONE person out there who cares sooooooo much about unicycling to dedicate an entire blog about it...and WHO'D GO THERE... Seriously, I LOVE to hear the sound of my own fingers hitting the keys to transfer my thoughts into the blogsphere, but for the love of...unicycles (in this case) WHO ELSE CARES!!!

Well like they say..."one mans trash is another mans treasure," so I guess when I decide to throw that one useless wheel out for trash, someone's hoping and wishing and praying for it to just roll right on over to them so they can FINALLY build that unicycle ("I wan't to ride my unicycle, I want to ride my bike...I want to ride my unicycle...I want to ride it where I LIKEEEEE"...UNICYCLE...UNICYCLE) sorry...I got alllll caught up in the moment.

That made me realize that I DO care that at LEAST ONE person would be intrigued enough to read my words...but for sake of argument, if you started a blog page about something you just KNOW nobody else could/would or should care about but CHU... what would it be...seriously and I REALLY shouldn't be asking this question because I DARE not answer it myself...LOL, but you guys can go crazy on it. (I hope this post didn't come off mean...it's just jokes...lol)

It Ain't All Right, But It's Ok!!!

This post in an open Thank You to God. I've been faced with so many challenges from times past and even today, but I'd have been lost without the Lords lead. When I didn't know better He taught me right from wrong and once I learned and still didn't listen, He reminded and forgave me.

I owe You me, because I can't give anything greater then my whole self...and that's the least I can do.

My gratitude is daily, my day starts thanking You and my night ends thinking of You, and how I can be of better service. I marvel at the fact that I've not been taught this way of life by my mother or father, yet, I know...and I know because YOU'VE caused me to know...before the world was formed, you knew me...you knew the mistakes I'd make OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. You knew how many times I'd leave You, while knowing I'd return. I'm a slave to You and I never want to be anything else;while I adore You as my Lord, You love me as a child and friend. You amaze me,everytime I blink an eye you've done something wonderful within my life. Father, I can't say enough...I can't tell enough people. I love You because I've tried You...because You've spoken to me, comforted me, protected me, loved me, raised me, saved me, wanted me, blessed me, taught me, chastised me, talked to me and listened to me.

I can go on forever; I praise you in my mind...in my spirit...in my very breath. I'll stop now, but Father, I pray that every reader of this particular page finds a place for You in their heart. I pray You touch there ever need right this moment, I pray that as the Holy Spirit has prompted this post, that He also falls fresh on whosoever will let Him in and that those who don't know come into knowing:
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life." (John 3:16).

Then Peter said to them, "Repent, and let every one of you be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins; and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit." (Acts 2:38)

I continue through my day as You lead me Father and I pray you continue to remove everything in me that's not like You and replace it with Your good and perfect ways...in Jesus Name I pray...Amen!!!



SKIPPED PART 2, BUT HERE'S PART 3

Just a lil more B-man

Lo, got me all hyped up on the B-man even MORE...and since there seems to be so many who've not experienced the reality of him...I'ma give just a lil bit mo..."When Will You Call" (I'm not going to talk about these lyrics, but I've highlighted my favorite verse)


3 in the morn' tossing and turning it's late.
Just can't rest waiting for the phone to ring.
Will you call ring my phone girl
I hope you did not forget me
I can't sleep and I can't eat and I won't until I hear your
voice
When will you call?
Three days ago rolled over to an empty bed
And I went to the bathroom and your toothbrush wasn't there.
Where's your clothes and where's your shoes
Got to start a new life without you
I can't sleep and I can't eat and I won't until I hear your
voice
When will you call?
No notice no letter you just packed your shit and left girl
I deserve better
I treated you like no one else
How could you, you know I loved you and I thought this was true
now we're through
What I'm gonna do
Gotta start a new life without you.
Now we're through
What to do
Got to start a new life without you
When will you call...

Waiting for ya call
Waiting for ya call
Waiting for ya call, baby
Waiting for you to just sing a word in my ear and let me know
that your hear forever.

Call me! Call me! Call!
When will you call.
For I've been worried 'bout you all night for a long time.
(Call me...call me...CALL! When will you call?)
Get up and pick up the phone and let me know where your at.
Let me know what your doing. Now were through. And I'm without
you.

(this is actually a bad video, but you can hear him singing the song)

OHHHH... HE LOOKS SOOOOOO UMMM WITH HIS LOCKS CUT OFF TOO...(LOL) man, I'm tempted to post the lyrics to me and lo's OTHER fave...'SOMETIMES'...WHOA, but Ima let you check him out for yourself.

Lyrically Affected #2 (I LOVE IT)

I love this dude (he'll be here next week...I might have to sell something so I can go see him...LOL and not a part of me silly's) LOL! This is the way a King Loves a Queen....everything everything about it I loves it...
(i'm skipping the oohh-oohh stuff) and get right to verse 1:

When I look at you
What I see is my future wife-to-be
Only God Himself
More important in this life to me

-those are some of the most powerful words a King could utter to HIS Queen (if you talking to any other you just a slimmy dude...not a King) verse #2:

You've been there for me
Nurtured and cared for me
Never left my side
In you I can confide

-WOW... we all know how good it feels to hear someone acknowledge and appreciate your goodness...to be the best friend and confidant to your mate...I Love It!!! chorus:

Love it (I love it)
Love it, love it (Everything about you)
Love it (I love it)
Love it, love it (Hey, good and the bad)
You know I love it (I love it)
Love it (Can't imagine life without you)
Love it (Oh...)
Love it, love it

-THIS IS LOVE..."good and the bad" if you claim to love me...you're loving it all. "Can't imagine life without you" it may sound like an obsession, but those that know KNOW... it's just the fact of love; verse 3 & 4:

Give me peace of mind
Conversations be so soothing
disagree sometimes
But it only shows were human

Cause I'll take one for ya
like you would the president
The love I have for you
one couldn't even measure it

-I'm serious affected by these words people...they are something else. To be and love a person who's able to sooth your thoughts with there words and presence...is magic and to understand imperfectability and still 'take one for ya'...UMMM! last verse:

And your love make this life worth livin'
Give so much of yourself and you keep on givin'
Givin' me everything I need
Baby, what more can ask for

-I can't say anything about this verse that hasn't already been said about the birds singing softly in the trees or the orange splashes in the sky as the sun awakens. What I will say, or what I love most about this song is that he's not just in love with some women...and singing about her...he's in love with a Good woman a Queen and he describes every reason for his feelings...he's giving her what she deserves and I Love, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!!!

Here's His Story

Bread For The Hungry

Ok...that title might be somewhat misleading, but it's a Knewday and nothings the same (here in my mind) LOL... so ya never really know. This little challenge came about because I'm the most frugile of all my friends and they're always laughing at my shopping habits...yeah, I'm a no frills queen...I've told my sons a millions times..."Don't pick up ANTHING that has a commercial." People say being a single parent is hard, but I think it's only as hard as you make it...and I thank God I'm so, well...resourceful; I can do wonders with $5. So it got me to thinking how you guys would do with only $5 to spend on food for a WEEK... yup...that's what I said...here's the challenge:

It's Sunday evening and you've already eaten dinner, but you've got NO food and only $5 until Midnight Thursday (when your direct deposit kicks in).

Figure out how many meals you're going to eat per day, where you'll shop and what you'll buy.

You can have ONE item from the following groups already at home:

Group A:

1)Flour

2)Sugar

3)Corn Meal

Group B:

1)Ketsup

2)Mayo

3)Mustard

Group C:

1)Milk

2)Bread

3) 6-Eggs

Since money doesn't care how many people you have to feed...neither do I (LOL...kidding) but the size of your family doesn't matter...you've got to make that $5 work wonders, but I'll say, if you have kids...they can have LUNCH in school...but need to be feed breakfast and dinner...NO EXCEPTIONS.

Let's see how you guys mannage your lil-bit-a-dolla's

FYI, I'VE ADDED A NEW BLOG FEATURE AT THE BOTTOM...UPCOMING EVENTS!!! I get a lot of emails and I don't want you guys missing any good stuff...SO CHECK IT OUT!!!

Black Men, PLEASSSSSEEEEEE get it RIGHT!!!

OK, this thought came about when I was on ms. behavin page, she there told of how this youngin tried to come at her in the WRONG way...I was so irked I decided to do a post about it. I'm going to do a lil Do/Don't step by step guide to approaching a WOMEN (based on what I like of course)

1) DON'T CALL HER SIS OR SHORTY/ DO observe your 'prey' (y'all know I'm silly, so don't be mad) and base your approach on how you preceive her to be...ie, if she's walking with a business suit on, you'd betta come in a very professional way, but PLEASE no over kill. (actually I think ALL women should be approached with the same respect, but bottom line, know the object you're desiring and base the approach on that.

2) DO know what you want...men (black men, since that's all I know) will stop and talk to ANY AND EVERY woman they see; that's soooooo unattractive. We KNOW we've not been in eye-shot long enough to have caught your attention...but the fact that I'm a female was enough (huh) and then those who wait till you pass, get a look at cha booty then decide to yell for you to give them a minute...PUNK, I'm giving you ONE second and it's already GONE...

3) DO be tactful...DON'T be tacky....(real simple) PLEASE PLEASE don't try to 'keep it real' because that's WRONG... you don't know me well enough and do you REALLY think you saying..."girl when I saw you, my (BEEEEEPPPP) shot to the roof...I'm just keepen it real; we're both adults!" is impressive... NO, apparently, there's only ONE adult present and boo-boo, it ain't chu.

4) DO be creative...it's ok guys, we KNOW you've got it in you. This initial stage of meeting is the most impressional...this is what determins IF and how we're going to take you...don't waste those precious moments being stupid, bland, and boring....tasteful humor USUALLY works on most women.

5) DON'T approach as if you're applying for a job...YES, you're trying to get our attention, but there's no need to come with this: "I've got a job, my own crib and no kids"...who decided that to be the criteria for the perfect man...NOBODY, YOU'VE BEEN DUPED, GO GET YOUR MONEY BACK.

6) DO act like I'm worth your time...don't rush this meeting if you don't have to. Take a good FIVE minutes AT LEAST to find out if YOU even want to be bothered with this women by asking the pertinant questions before hand...ie, "Are you single and would you be interested in exchanging numbers...I'd love to get to know you over dinner." OOOHHHH... I'm bout to date myself... (and I typed those words in a real sexy voice too yall) LOL.

7) DO ask to see me later that day...(real personal...I love that) plus I'm usually bored. lol, but I really do think that shows some serious interest, but PLEASE don't be pushy...which brings me to my next point...

8) DON'T be pushy...(lol) persistence is ONLY good with Job searching...LOL, seriously...I HATE IT... is't so desperate looking...don't settle. If you're getting attitude and the 'fast walk' bow out gracefully..."Ok, I'm sorry to bother you...have a good day" NOT... "WELL FLUG YOU DEN B@#$%"... that's just not nice.

9) Do try to be on the same well, level...sorry, but if they look like they've got at LEAST a job and you know you've NEVER had and don't want one...try to understand that we can see and pick up on that too...so recognize that you might be wasting your time (sorry!)

10) Do be considerate when approaching women with children...we might not want our kids seeing all that, so please be discrete about things.

OK... those are my majors...what do you guys think?

Random

Man, I'm so broke I'm about to go spend the last $11 in my account...like...FRIG it... might as well get a meal.

Ok, random question...

If you were stranded on an island somewhere and found a delicious looking sandwich but there was reason to believe it may be poison (YOU DON'T NEED THE REASON) would you eat the sandwich to prevent yourself from starving?

yeah, I know this might be a dumb question but this is what happens in my office when it's well...Thursday.

"Excuse Me Mr. West"

I really didn't have anything to post today, but what the heck...I'm addicted, so I make up topics...LOL.

Anyway, it wasn't long before my mind reached my soul and uncovered this longing...the longing for leadership. I usually assume the lead role, probably because I'm always running my mouth and since I'm SOOOOOOO funny (LOL) people usually get a kick outta hearing me talk, but I LONG to follow, to serve a GREAT leader, but I've been looking around for 32 years and THERE IS NONE, well one...I LOVE MR. WEST (Dr. Cornell West) ...he is everything I've ever missed. This first time I saw him speak was a couple of years ago, here in Philly and I was in awe...everything about that man is amazing...it was like a school-girl crush...and I was CRUSHED OUT!!! I was so emotional (and I'm NOT a very emotional person, just ask the men I've dated...lol) but I just couldn't contain myself...here's a little something I wrote while walking home after seeing him:

the first time I heard you I’m ashamed to say it wasn’t long before it was. I sat on the edge of my seat in the bar with a window and about 40 people between us; captivated by your style of delivery my stomach swirled in anticipation of your next word; drowning the miscellaneous activity around me in the overflow of your intelligence, as you spoke the thoughts I dreamed of hearing… accentuating my blackness… bringing a lump to my throat as you stirred my soul. A reincarnation of things past in an era of dying futures… you awaken me… returning what I’ve known, but practiced being silent about; I was renewed by the words I heard from you the first time.

I've got an old soul...so I've been told; I'm my grandmother's mini-me, so I've always been held captive by the greats of our past...the "stronf" (anon...lol...can I borrow that...LOL) they exhibited...such power has been missed from our race for far too long...we are truely the lost generation...but I pray a change comes soon.

Who's a REAL threat to your relationship?

I saw this article on Yahoo yesterday and HAD to post it. I'll have my comments in red

The Co-Worker

In most work settings, your partner has maybe hundreds, probably dozens, or at least a few opportunities to develop good relationships with people who could be potential lovers. In most cases, those relationships are more innocent than baby lambs. Still, the average office has high potential for trouble, because it's where your partner will meet people who think alike, who battle crises side-by-side, who work in close quarters, and who have the opportunity to really get to know (and admire) each other. While it's crazy to obsess over every person your partner works with, chances are that if you have a gut feeling about a lurking somebody, there may be something to it.

Potential Threat Level: 4 stars (out of a possible 5)

- ok this is serious business...because I'm really close with a male co-worker who's married and at one point I think his wife was uneasy about things so I told him she needed to meet me to ease her mind, because women KNOW who's after their man (if she's paying attention) and if she's still not comfee...we can't be tight...bottom line.

The Drunk Stranger

Potential Threat Level: 1 star (unless...)

- this should NEVER be a problem, unless ya dude is a down-right out-and-out dirty dog...in which case...you need to be outta there ANYWAY.

The Ex

Tough one. Some of us want nothing more to do with our exes once we break up. And some of us keep have our exes as our desktop background for years after the split. Since we're very sensitive about the status of the ex (according to national surveys I did for Men, Love & Sex, 20 percent of us think that searching the Internet for an ex is cheating, for example), we all know the stakes. We know that our current partner used to find something attractive about the ex-so we're vulnerable to feeling as if we'll never live up to that prior history. While hooking back up with an ex is tempting, most of remember exactly why we broke up in the first place. Novelty is the greatest temptation toward cheating, and that's one thing an old flame can't offer: the lure of something new.

Potential Threat Level: 2 stars

- not a high level on this one, but I'd say watch and KNOW your mate on this one...how deep did they feel for that person...was he/she the 'one' that got away...who broke up with who and WHY... and are there still feeling involved???

The Opposite-Sex Friend

Drives you crazy, eh? He meets her for coffee every week. She IMs an old college buddy a few times a month. The opposite-sex friend lurks like a hungry wolf, ready to pounce at the next opportunity. While I'm convinced that men and women can both be very good at drawing the line between friendship and romance, the truth is that it's pretty darn easy for a long-lasting friendship to turn into a secretly burning romance. In the aforementioned surveys, one-fifth of men say they secretly love their platonic friend, with many more secretly lusting after them. That doesn't mean that your partner can't have opposite-sex friends, but it does mean that as the friendship grows, so do the odds of trouble.

Potential Threat Level: 5 stars

-DING-DING-DING...RING THE ALARM ON THIS ONE...OOOOHHHH... DANGER, DANGER, DANGER...LOL. (ok, so it should be evident how personal this is and LOOK AT THE LEVEL) All I'll say about this is, If you're mate has a 'friend' of the oppisite sex they BETTA become a friend of yours TOO and if NOT...they're OUTTA HERE. Seriously, I'm not saying you have to hang out with them, but they shouldn't wait in the car while she/he's in the house...what's wrong with them coming in and speaking to you?!?!?! HUM, the eyes are the window to the soul people...they reveal so much...you need to get yourself around that friend...watch how they interact with YOUR mate...bottom line again...PAY ATTENTION...(maybe I'll share my story regarding this ONE DAY) lol.

JUST TO INSPIRE

I wanted to make sure you guys didn't miss this special blessing...special, because I typed the words Peace Be Still in the comment of another bloggers page and song flooded my mind, so I found the song...the Holy Spirit is all over this...and has fallen afresh on me. I've made this a daily feature on my page (Just To Inspire) which I've mentioned three times already, but so what...be blessed and enjoy.

Morning Ramble

Ok... things are going to be real random this morning, because they're at least TWO pressing things I'd like to touch on.

1) WHY DON'T BLACK PEOPLE CARE???? I woke up to the news that we'd (Philly) reached it's 171st murder LAST night, ALL having took place near me. One man was killed in a Rite Aid parking lot over a PARKING SPACE. WHY PEOPLE...WHY DON'T PEOPLE CARE ABOUT LIFE. Bill Cosby came and spoke to the residence of West Philly (where Will Smith was born and raised...on the play ground...SORRY, got caught up). Mr Cosby walked 11 blocks talking through the streets, but I get the feeling people were just coming out because it was Bill Cosby and not to take in what was being said. THE MADNESS CONTINUES.

2) STILL WONDERING WHY BLACK PEOPLE DON'T SEEM TO CARE!!! I was on the bus this morning and this guy was sitting in the back ARGUING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND ON THE PHONEEEEEEEEEE (sorry for all the e's, but I was FURIOUSSSSSSSS...sorry). I mean this dude was off his rocker and didn't seem to want to get back on. DUDE...GET OFF THE BUS BECAUSE YOU'RE AN IDIOT AND YOUR EMBARRASSING THE FRIG OUTTA ME (since we share skin-color). -sidebar- I just noticed the word ASS in embarrassing (you guys be quiet...I'm not that smart ALL THE TIME) lol. I was wearing my headphone listening to Rashan Patterson's first cd (loves it) but I could STILL hear this dude acting like a NUT-JOB and he didn't even care.

AND STILL THE MADNESS CONTINUES...

THE ORGINAL

Ok, because I love the Clark Sisters and I've always loved this song...I think it's only right that I also post their version of the song "Endow Me"...enjoy it.

Just to Inspire

I JUST checked her gospel cd out and it's off the hook (Coko from SWV) You know this imeem takes a long time to load, but IT'S SO WORTH THE WAIT... be blessed with it's hearing.

FYI, this is a remake of the old Clark Sisters classic of the same title...

Don't Knock the Hustle #2 (Independent Promotion)

Ok, you guys may remember the last post of the same name and the hustles that were seen on the Subway, well we're riding that train again boys and girls...next stop... Independent Promotors.

I was riding the train minding my business when a young lady walked through the car, stopped in the middle and began her announcement..."Good evening everybody, my name is --- and I have a new R&B cd out...if you like neo-soul styles like, Jill Scott, Musiq, Lauren Hill and Common, then I'm sure you'll love my music...it's possitive and there's no cursing, so even the young people can enjoy it...I have copies here for only $5"

Now, I sat there annoyed as I am by most of the people selling stuff on the train, but I thought about this young lady as a talented artist; these train hustlers can be so unnerving you just drown them ALL out. But, then all these questions ran through my head; is she really doing herself a service with this form or marketing?...how serious will she be taken?...is this a serious and legitimate way to handle your business or just another fly by hustle?

I thought about the other artist seeking to get into the entertainment business...will they see this as a quick and easy mode of promotion and decide to follow suit. Now, I know there were different opinions on this subject before and I'm sure this post will be no different or will it? When it comes down to serious business should it be handled in a serious manner or is this hustle method serious enough?

I'M SO BORED TODAY...

that I'm doing another post...well posting another, since I don't have the pleasure of taking credit for writing this, but I've had it for some years, I'm sure it's been seen before, but please do enjoy it again.

LORD WHY DID YOU MAKE ME BLACK?
Lord, Lord,
Why did You make me Black?
Why did You make me someone
The world wants to hold back?

Black is the color of dirty clothes;
The color of grimy hands and feet.
Black is the color of darkness;
The color of tire-beaten streets.

Why did you give me thick lips,
A broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did You make me someone
Who receives the hatred stare?

Black is the color of a bruised eye
When somebody gets hurt.
Black is the color of darkness.
Black is the color of dirt.

How come my eyes are brown and not
the color of the day-Light sky?
Why do people think I’m useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do some people see my skin and think I
should be abused?

Lord, I just don’t understand;
What is it about my skin?
Why do some people want to hate me
And not know the person within?

Black is what people are "listed",
When others want to keep them away.
Black is the color of shadows cast.
Black is the end of the day.

Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me;
And I know this isn’t right.
They don’t like my hair or the way I look
They say I’m too dark or too darn light.
Lord, Don’t You think it’s time
For You to make a change?
Why don’t You re-do creation
And make everyone the same?

God answered saying:)

Why did I make you black,
You have the audacity to ask?
I did not do it as a joke,
Or as some cruel task.

Get off your knees and look around.
Tell Me, what do you see?
I didn’t make you in the image of darkness.
I made you in the Likeness of Me!

I made you the color of coal
From which beautiful diamonds are formed.
I made you the color of oil,
The Black gold that keeps people warm.

I made you from the rich, dark earth
That grows the food you need.
Your color’s the same as the panther’s
Known for (HER) beauty and speed.

Your color’s the same as the Black stallion,
A majestic animal is he.
No! I didn’t make you in the Image of darkness
I made you in the Likeness of Me!

All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow
Can be found throughout every nation;
And when all those colors
were blended well,
You became my greatest creation.

Your hair is the texture of lamb’s wool;
Such a humble, little creature is he.
I am the Shepherd who watches them.
I am the One who will watch over thee.

You are the color of midnight skies,
I put the stars’ glitter in your eyes.
There’s a smile hidden behind your pain,
That’s the reason your cheeks are high.

You are the color of dark clouds
Formed during my strongest winters in December.
I made your lips full so
When you kiss the one you love...they’ll
remember.

Your stare is strong; your bone structure,
Thick....to withstand the burdens of time.
The reflection you see in the mirror...
The Image looking back at you is MINE!

So in answer to all of your questions,
And to forgive you for all of your flack;
These are the reasons, I THE LORD

Made you SO BEAUTIFUL AND BLACK!!!

STEP AWAYYYY FROM THE P-NIS

I think this post is a good follow-up to yesterday's Dating Me...since it lays out a 12-step program to rid yourself of option #2 (the booty call). Now, this was prompted by a conversation with a friend in which I hoped outloud for at least 12 steps to ridding yourself (myself...whatever) of lust...here goes:

1) Admit you have a problem - if you consider it a problem you want to rid yourself of

2) Talk about it - tell people want your up to, knowing might help them help you.

3) Get rid of all the booty-call #'s (did that)

4) Birds of a feather flock together, so you might need to get with some new b's (birds

5) Be carful what you're taking in- Porn, suggestive readings, tv and even music could be a problem.

6) Dress the part (ladies), there's no sense in temptime men by showing them what they can't have.

7) Spiritual Cleasing - The Bible is the ONLY thing I know that will save your mind and keep you focused. Meditate on Philippians 4:8 and STAY PRAYED UP. Tell the Lord what you want to do...our minds are bodies are far to frail to accomplish this alone...Call Him into this situation and He'll never fail.

8) Stay busy...endulge in all your favorite things (NO MASTURBATING EITHER...SO NASTY); we all know what bordom will do...and idle hands do the devils works.

9) Cut out any substance abuse...don't really need to elaborate on that one.

10) Stop flirting so much, yeah, I know it's hard, but it can lead to other things, so watch your words.

11) Date sensibly, this is probably the biggest and easiest mistake to make. I know you don't want to confine yourself into the drab existence of social isolation, but do what you're going to do REALISTICLY, if you didn't enjoy sex you wouldn't have to go through all these steps...so don't put yourself in ANY situation that will test your will to its limits. Date and go home...none of that sitting in the house stuff.

12) FINALLY - SAY IT...MEAN IT...AND STAY FOCUSED... I'LL BE PRAYING FOR ALL THOSE WILLING.

I'm sure MOST of you guys will have laughed histerically at this, but I wasn't meant as a joke...so seriously (stop laughing...LOL) GET TO WORK.

p.s. this really isn't a debatable issue it's something I'M working on and decided to share with whosoever will.