tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44755822996838456802024-03-07T10:11:02.778-08:00knewdayno particular order, no specific topic...just-me-writing about my evolutionsJustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-13378621929576212482009-05-27T18:44:00.000-07:002009-05-27T18:51:23.361-07:00KING JAMES VERSIONI’m almost sick over last night's disaster…oh; you guys probably thought I was talking about the Bible…not this time. I’m talking about the OTHER King James – L’B J (I think you know by now). I mean, I’m more of a football fan but I LOVE THAT MAN! He is truly the KING of the court – amazing happens where he is! Ok, that’s enough praise for now; let’s get down to the real issue. <br /><br />WHY on God’s green earth does everyone else on the team get a ga-million dollar check every week if they don’t want to perform in the PLAYOFFS?!?!?! I mean, riddle me this; they are supposed to be the elite basketball players…which is how they made it into the NBA yeah, I’m sure there are thousands of street balla’s doing the darn thing, but they’re not getting paid the big bucks. These Cavalier co-stars have been acting like they’re playing a charity game against a handicap girlscout squad. <br /><br />If L BOOGIE (not Lauren Hill) can throw down an average of 40 points per game, then DAMMIT these cats can pick up the slack. If all they want to do is cheer when King James scores they might as well move back a couple rows and call themselves fans…since they’re already wearing jerseys. <br /><br />I read an article in which LB said “I know I’m ready” (in reference to the remaining playoff games). Clearly, he’s singled himself wayyyyy apart from his fans…I mean, teammates. I’m no sports journalist or commentator, just a woman with eyes and what I’ve seen is Mr. James working his big-pretty-black butt off with little to no help and it’s just not fair…I wish I could help him, but I’d only offer him something to lean on (lol). <br /><br />I know the poor baby is frustrated and tired and just wants his mama (lol – I’m laughing at my secret thoughts). I’m sure he’s read those guys the riot act, especially since he’s been the king of the court for years and has yet to win the championship. I think I can pretty-much pick up what I think he’s putt’n down, but I’d still like to hear the King James version, maybe over a glass of wine and dinner…maybe…maybe!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-83960772853170853062009-05-26T18:35:00.000-07:002009-05-26T18:38:25.581-07:00Ova The Hill?CRUSHED: <br /><br />I met this guy about two years ago at a networking event and was completely enamored by him on sight. I mean, when my eyes fixed on him, my lips wanted to kiss him and my mind called him my “new boyfriend!” Anyway, turns out he was married; we exchanged business contact info, engaged in some idle chatter and got out of each others face (before a problem arose).<br /><br />I saw him waiting for the train the other morning and because I didn’t like my hair – nor my shoes – and my nails needed a fresh coat – and my mood was tired, I positioned myself behind a pillar, out of his view…yes, I hid! <br /><br />Man, he looked even better than when I first met him. I laughed at myself (once I was tucked safely away in another car). I sat smiling on the inside and thinking…I’m too old for this shyte! <br /><br />POLE DANCING: <br /><br />My girl-crew and I decided to have a social night on the town a couple weeks ago; my best friend suggested pole dancing, so that’s where the eight of us headed. We were psyched and full of red wine…this was going to be the best girl’s night ever. <br /><br />There were about ten other women in the spot, including the instructors (aka strippers – sike). The disco lights and music set the atmosphere to HO, the wine had me at SUPER-HO and I was ready to get my pole on…or should I say “get my – on the pole.” <br /><br />I swirled and twirled and strutted and switched, until the instructor (stripper – lol) said she didn’t like how I was moving – she said I needed more “umph” in my sway. I went on at my best for about another half hour, slowly realizing that the hope of supplementing my income as a part-time private dancer was dissipating, almost as fast as I fell slid down that pole. <br /><br />About ten minutes before the music stopped, I’d decided I had enough humiliation for one evening and changed out of my stripper gear; knocked off the last of the wine as I sat wondering why my right arm felt swollen… I soothed my bruised ego with the affirmation that I’m just too old for this shyte!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-49214737934766057322008-11-06T09:52:00.001-08:002008-11-06T10:19:31.132-08:00Where Were You......on the GREATEST day America has ever seen? <br /><br />I started my November 4th off running around doing pretty much nothing, but by 5pm, I was glued to NBC watching things unfold. I watched and waited and watched again as every state was counted. I had plans to attend a release party for Two One Five Magazine, which was being held at a swank new bowling ally, but the party didn't start until 9:00 so I kept the anticipation down with booze (lol...just kidding), but I was on edge. <br /><br />By 8:00 pm I was restless, nervous, scared, anxious, and confused as to WHY anyone had voted for John McCain (sorry), but I was exuberant and ready to go. All dressed up in blue jeans, long sleeve tan shirt covered by my "THE PRESIDENT AND FIRST LADY" (OBAMA) tee; I topped things off with a brown fedora and bottomed out in some green sweater boots (you guys getting the picture). I was full of color. <br /><br />My girlfriend picked me up about 9:15 and we headed to the bowling alley. The place was jammed packed with a plethora of political guru's (in their own right). The place had a real urban/artsy feel with a bunch of 'Will-I-Am' types running around and unsurprisingly, every race and culture was present. <br /><br />I sat, eat, drank, texted and laughed UNTIL the moment came when Barack Obama was declared the 44th President of the United States. The room burst into tears and cheers with a few jeers (there were some McCain folks in the house- who instantly grabbed their checks and bounced). <br /><br />I still can't believe it's real, but I'll never forget that moment; where were you when change came to America? (seriously, I want to know where you guys were and what you were doing)JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-38702042733418331562008-11-04T09:35:00.000-08:002008-11-04T09:50:43.312-08:00THIS IS IT!!!!!GO BARAK YOUR VOTE! I pray democracy prevails over the evil intent of the cheat'n repubs. I was in a store this morning and overheard the cashier (a black woman around 50), tell another co-worker that she was still UNDECIDED!!!! I really could'nt understand what she was saying; not because she was a 50 year-old BLACK WOMAN, but it's ELECTION DAY, how the frig are you STILL undecided??? I mean REALLY!<br /><br />I watched the Saturday Night Live special last night and OMG- it was the BEST. I used to think they were just serious Obama supporters since they always seemed to bash the republican party, but then I realized they're just going with the easier, more obvious target - I mean, it's only natural...since it's a COMEDY show. Here's a clip:<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPWBY-zmnKk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPWBY-zmnKk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I'M SURE I DON'T HAVE TO SAY - GET OUT AND VOTE, BUT MAKE SURE YOU PRAY FOR A BIG 'O' VICTORY!!!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-23242290911167718082008-10-31T10:36:00.000-07:002008-10-31T11:13:19.601-07:00GO PHILLIES<div><div><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBQd_gobpEuNtdWNUL3ECc0l59zjLD1Hus47x3tNV5gHDfqrt4hGRwXf432Va09bLwSu2umf0byUBOK86KvL_oXEWtZE7CkIiGrnct1TcDuVA8Lax5TTwHAYk1AGE7-7fxT__deKfRbc/s1600-h/Phillies+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263379401343582114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBQd_gobpEuNtdWNUL3ECc0l59zjLD1Hus47x3tNV5gHDfqrt4hGRwXf432Va09bLwSu2umf0byUBOK86KvL_oXEWtZE7CkIiGrnct1TcDuVA8Lax5TTwHAYk1AGE7-7fxT__deKfRbc/s400/Phillies+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15ia49yCRb0b2q4QURgDdN6YzkjQvNGinM9UaRpiQlQjWayX_smZ5ws4wB98h91KGKhYm9UZwL0DXmhfc_p48Bz_55gIN1GI04hol-slhD-mdbZMhF4sG9l-JUI8Mnl0e7hPx_Vmdm-A/s1600-h/Phillies+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263378282086826210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15ia49yCRb0b2q4QURgDdN6YzkjQvNGinM9UaRpiQlQjWayX_smZ5ws4wB98h91KGKhYm9UZwL0DXmhfc_p48Bz_55gIN1GI04hol-slhD-mdbZMhF4sG9l-JUI8Mnl0e7hPx_Vmdm-A/s320/Phillies+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div>GOOOOOOOO PHILLIES!!!! As you all know...WE WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!! The town has been painted red for WEEKS now, but I'm GREEN with envy (lil Eagles humor). Seriously, I REALLY hope this win has charged my birds- to a victory. I'm not a baseball fan, but it's hella exciting having this victory for my city.<br /><br />As would be imagined; there's a HUGE parade going on today, culminating in a rally at Citizens Bank Park it's going to be completely CRAZY. Here's a couple pics for you guys to be envy...lol.<br /></div><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263381743376330594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7G1tv50K_AiHm2IZTQROn2VCyJu0h0kO130aaAYvTXbQc_5F79pNRvuQ5X3OwP__eg7oQg5Tc8VppGqqdXaSuoVx3U457kfxj9z6vFLnIctFAztH6K3efcS0y-yolIBRm9gCwM29F0eQ/s320/Phillies+5.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div>HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND - GO EAGLES!!!!! </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAujyCFZumzM6YowMx_Eh-55ETMPG7jxr4uB3z9Q1VeOmP_NT7eb485gW8O4RsI-bbk4gkgqqIlU_4G3rrAJWbRhnvl6kkjoXkWETQzdXOBvsFuUlPPDgnFVqGWA7XxStwPfNJawB8P6E/s1600-h/Phillies+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263381845067155314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAujyCFZumzM6YowMx_Eh-55ETMPG7jxr4uB3z9Q1VeOmP_NT7eb485gW8O4RsI-bbk4gkgqqIlU_4G3rrAJWbRhnvl6kkjoXkWETQzdXOBvsFuUlPPDgnFVqGWA7XxStwPfNJawB8P6E/s320/Phillies+6.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0Lr2QVjDv_fzUZMtPNb-OvWHcvdEuZOdqNOsgCF82aDZ1UWAOhqXxpf9d8pzUMKPEBUtbZ8cYwUteNbdf97BriS9tBBz4y89GQ4B0xTZ18_JAbGfc3qyOxJxnAFnO8NxIHbx6S79fsA/s1600-h/Phillies+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263377797869548258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0Lr2QVjDv_fzUZMtPNb-OvWHcvdEuZOdqNOsgCF82aDZ1UWAOhqXxpf9d8pzUMKPEBUtbZ8cYwUteNbdf97BriS9tBBz4y89GQ4B0xTZ18_JAbGfc3qyOxJxnAFnO8NxIHbx6S79fsA/s320/Phillies+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpunM01mhrbkKgiZxaxEmiMh6hqidN4dqihO1jtd2WYaiswYqP_c7YQGbBH8ouivbPHRx8GYOnJWJvWbnKeaIHzCOrJ1zbMpq434e30Y4c-V2NrlYu5DVvMvZewjpKSA0c1kol8XyHdQ/s1600-h/Phillies+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263379695477206002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpunM01mhrbkKgiZxaxEmiMh6hqidN4dqihO1jtd2WYaiswYqP_c7YQGbBH8ouivbPHRx8GYOnJWJvWbnKeaIHzCOrJ1zbMpq434e30Y4c-V2NrlYu5DVvMvZewjpKSA0c1kol8XyHdQ/s400/Phillies+4.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-52560603020132218962008-10-16T13:18:00.000-07:002008-10-17T08:04:38.481-07:001964 AND MORE!I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America – America – Oh beautiful for spacious skies – America – America! It’s been a long time coming, but change is on its way, but first we’ll be making a stop in Mississippi. <br /><br />During the early 50’s election officials sought to keep blacks from voting mainly by incorporating fear amongst the people – fear of being beaten, or killed; fear of losing their jobs or land; fear of having their rents doubled even the fear of not having any food. During the winter of 1962, LeFlore County, Mississippi, cut off the government food surplus program; a major dependence for the counties poor blacks. Fear had stricken the black community; paralyzing progress as democracy retreated; fear was raping southern blacks of their right to vote. <br /><br />By the mid-60’s, State legislatures became a little more crafty; they incorporated laws requiring voters to pay poll taxes, interpret sections of the State Constitution and used literacy test as a main qualifier to obtain voting privileges. Injustice reared its ugly hear, Voter Education Program (1961) was almost becoming futile as it’s hard to educate once fear takes over. <br /><br />The voting process proved grave, literally as participants were threatened, jailed, beaten and killed. A call for change was made and answered by over 1000, mostly white-northern, volunteers. Their mission was to calm the fears, educate, support and register the black, should-be-voters of Mississippi.<br /><br />Mosquito’s, humidity, fear and anticipation filled the air on June 14, 1964 as volunteers geared up for what would be known as Freedom Summer; a mission to register Black voters in the segregated South. A mission brought forth due to the oppressive; hate motivated scare tactics instituted by southern white citizens. <br /><br />Racial injustice, threats, scare tactics and mostly white-northern volunteers; that’s what this post is about. <br /><br />I believe our (America’s ) change is coming in the form of Senator Obama; his principles and priorities have awaken the racism that has lain dormant in most of white America, who in turn seeks to reinstall fear amongst the black community. <br /><br />Within the last few weeks the city of Philadelphia (and I’m sure all urban cities) has been flooded with misleading deeds-dastardly deeds (lol) – here are a few: <br />1)If you have a warrant or outstanding tickets, you’re subject to being arrested when you arrive to vote.<br />2)If your home is under foreclosure you can’t vote. <br />3)If you wear party/candidate specific items or attire (No Obama S@#%) you will have to leave. <br />4)If you owe child support<br />if your hair’s too long; if you wear glasses; if you have a cat; if you eat bagels for breakfast.<br /><br />Ok, scratch those last few, but you get the point. Oh, there was also a notice going around that said: Due to the height of this Presidential election and the increase in voter registrations, an alternate voting day is being added – If you’re not able to vote on November 4th, you may do so on November 10th (SUCKERS!!) (I added the ‘Suckers’ part). <br /><br />I was told of this new tacky-tact maneuver by a white woman who from New York, which brings us to that part of this post. As I’ve been actively volunteering with the campaign during my down time from work, I’ve noticed that the majority of the volunteers are white, with a great deal of them coming from other northern-states. <br /><br />Obama is not the Black people’s candidate, but he’s here for whoever will follow, but black people seem to be the least supportive with their time and money. We’ve got to step it up because most of the fear-tactics have been thrown at our doors like dog-do in a a paper bag. We’ve got to unit to combat these efforts and let them know that we shall NOT be moved- Welcome to the NEW land of the brave – Home of the FREE!!!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-83107630792032770432008-09-23T11:55:00.001-07:002008-09-23T12:26:59.096-07:00...BUT GOD!Hey you guys. I hope things have been good with everyone. I've been a little down these past couple of months, but God is bringing me back to like; He's breathing into these dry bones of mine, so I know I'll live again. <br /><br />My uncle, who was living with me for the past 9 months passed away on July 31st. He was 51, but had lived his life in a bottle. There were times when he didn’t have money for booze, so he’d drink rubbing alcohol instead; that monkey on his back needed to be fed. <br /><br />Oh,the life of an alcoholic; the bumps and bruises; the cuts and scars…internal and external. My uncle was a DIE-HARD-HOLIC! He lived (for the funk, die for the funk – sorry), but he loved him some liquor and his mother loved her some him. My uncle was my grandmother’s baby-boy. He wasn’t the youngest child, but the youngest son and the neediest. He was spoiled rotten to the core (I’m not speaking ill of the dead, but telling the truth of things). He expected everyone to tolerate his antics, no matter how intolerable; he was a drunk and it wasn’t his fault he loved the booze so much, so he said, so we were expected to grin and bare all of his drama. <br /><br />He lived with my grandmother all his life, until she decided to move into an independent living home for seniors. He spent a couple of years going from rehab to rehab just to have a place to lay his head when he wasn’t laying it on a street curb. He’d go to visit my grandmother everyday and disturb the entire community, so they banned him from the establishment. My grandmother had enabled him for so long that she owed him the rest of her life. <br /><br />My uncle’s death was tragic, but expected…my grandmother’s wasn’t. The day after my uncle died my grandmother made herself busy with his funeral arrangements with most of the family in and out of her small apartment. “We need more chicken!” she said to my aunt who was charged with food-shopping for all the visitors. Since I was my grandmother’s favorite grandchild (her words not mine) and since she was my rock, I planned to stay the night with her. With the guest all gone and the phone quiet, she spent the remainder of the evening trying to fix the DVD player (I wanted us to watch a movie and as the favorite, I always got my way). <br /><br />“You know I don’t let things get the better of me; so I’m not going to bed until this thing is working,” she said as she fiddled a little harder. Ten minutes later the DVD player was working and my grandmother was off to bed. Somewhere in the middle of the night she had a massive stroke and died in the hospital the next day…taking a million pieces of me with her…oh, but God!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-26663659976619120842008-07-21T16:22:00.000-07:002008-07-21T16:23:27.234-07:00HEY YOU GUYSSSSSS!Just dropped by to say what's up...I hope to check you all out in the days to come.JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-4044110431080403882008-04-14T12:44:00.000-07:002008-04-14T13:11:37.975-07:00New VenturesHello All, <br /><br />I hope things have been well with everyone. I'm just stopping by to say hey...since I can't seem to concentrate on the matters of my business (smile). Well, there's lots going on, but I'm at a mental standstill...there's some serious spring cleaning going on in my head. I was told once (ok, a million times) that I think too much, probably the truest statement ever made about me, so I rest. <br /><br />My son (the oldest) told me "Mom, I know what I want to do if I don't get into the NFL - I want to be a screen-writer." I lite up like a bulb. Not because I love screen-writing, but because I was watching my baby evolve. He'd based this new venture on a self discovered talent. Something that would require a lot of work on his part...something that would cause him to delve even deeper into that well of creativity that exist within him; my little boy was becoming even more of a man right before me and I was excited. <br /><br />This new venture of his has had my minds wheels spinning for the past week (I actually just checked out a book on screen-writing for him). I'm trying to slow myself down; I don't want to be overly enthusiastic and start putting TOO much pressure on him...lol. <br /><br />I don't think I've talked about my youngest son much, but he's been taking paino lessons to learn to read music. He taught himself to play the keyboards some years ago. He's been playing by hearing in past years. He's got this crazy (crazy cool) memory...he actually knows all 50 states by shape. Now, he's off to the theater...he just called and told me he's going to be in a school play (details to follow). Heck, maybe his brother can write something for him to act in...HUM!!! <br /><br />Well...tata for now. I'll keep you guys posted on the Knewness.JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-12958716473568427082008-04-03T15:38:00.001-07:002008-04-03T15:46:57.328-07:00WILL DOWNINGI'm so sorry (you) lol...some tribute I've given. So, since I'm not so good at this, I'll let this tribute (that someone else did) speak for me. At the end of the day, it means the same thing...WE LOVE YOU MR. DOWNING!!! <br /><br />Here is a tribute from another fan. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgcarTvR_kQ&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgcarTvR_kQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Boy, men could sure learn something about pleasing women just by listening to Mr. Downing. Check out his rap to this prospect...lol. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7OHVM61klk&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7OHVM61klk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Remember fella's there's a "MILLION WAYS TO PLEASE A WOMEN" (boy do I wish I could play that video!!! But you can check it out on youtube!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-44507321915960427322008-03-31T15:10:00.000-07:002008-03-31T16:12:12.528-07:00CRAZY LOVE {Tribute Day #1}I can’t say I remember the day or the moment this love took hold of me, but the feeling is ever present; there’s a calming when I hear his voice…every word speaks to my whole soul. He has been my magic; my everything; he is Will Downing!<br /><br />I was brought to tears over a perfect stranger today…more stranger that I find him perfect. I don’t know him but I’ve loved him since the 80’s when I first heard “I Go Crazy.” I couldn’t believe my emotions…I didn’t know they could move like that, as they slow danced to the deep soothing sound of Will’s voice. Today’s tears came as I read more on this debilitating disease that’s ATTEMPTING to overtake my Will, but the devil is a LIAR and by HIS stripes he WILL be healed. I’m reminded of the Women with the issue of blood who reached for the hem of the Lords garment KNOWING His healing powers belonged to whosoever will, so Mr. Downing, prayers are going up even as I type this.<br /><br />Bio: Will Downing was born in 1963 hailing from New York’s Brooklyn area. His first solo album was released in 1988 entitled “Will Downing” and that’s when I met him and went crazy (“I Try” & “I Go Crazy” were my favorites, but “A Love Supreme” was the Billboard favorite, reaching #4 on the charts).<br /><br />Will continued to do his thing and in 1993 “Love’s The Place To Be,” (at it was for me, because I could never seem to fall from this man.) showed it’s self strong; selling over 235,000 copies in the US and 300,000 in Great Britain…I’m sure you all remember his duet with Rochelle Ferrell, “Nothing Has Ever Felt.”<br /><br />He’s never won a Grammy, although in 2000 “All The Man You Need” was nominated and in 2002 he received the International Association of African Music Diamond Award (which I’ve never heard of).<br /><br />To date Will Downing has released 13 solo projects which include a Christmas album and a “Greatest Love Songs” compilation release…not to mention the many features he’s had on various Jazz and R&B albums of his peers.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/polymyositis/polymyositis.htm">Polymyositis</a>: is an inflammatory muscle disease with an unknown cause (infliction against Mr. Downing). In the United States, Polymyositis, is most common amongst Blacks and more prevalent in women (please click link).<br /><br />The more I read of his suffering the more determined I became in doing whatever I can to help fight the battle, so I’m in the very early stage of establishing an awareness campaign and research fundraisers for this and other neurological disorders…yeah I know what you guys might be thinking…”all this effort for a total stranger” – well, I’m not crazy…it’s just Crazy Love!!!<br /><br />Welcome to DAY #1 of my week long homage to the man who’s made me fall in love with love - Will Downing<br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1B7JvRsvT9/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=33cc33&primaryColor=003300&secondaryColor=006633&linkColor=006600"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1B7JvRsvT9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=33cc33&primaryColor=003300&secondaryColor=006633&linkColor=006600"></embed></object>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-53061981033797539042008-03-28T06:15:00.000-07:002008-03-28T06:58:57.757-07:00Me - Black Man, You - Woman!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmq4hr_XwDtLMXXNgROZVpoXtFZbDhHp6n_9lox0eVzD6ZYk0rc3nt4DvIXPchWmuA6j2KGgp6HWE-pI28HQ4VG-eoGUzQOcwbPEqA5IDvzD_cTVagFGolIZUcP88-mosDXch5ZcNohb8/s1600-h/voguex.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182786250548846562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmq4hr_XwDtLMXXNgROZVpoXtFZbDhHp6n_9lox0eVzD6ZYk0rc3nt4DvIXPchWmuA6j2KGgp6HWE-pI28HQ4VG-eoGUzQOcwbPEqA5IDvzD_cTVagFGolIZUcP88-mosDXch5ZcNohb8/s400/voguex.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ok, I'm sure you guys have seen and heard the talks over this cover and since I'd pretty much echo the sentiments of the article (everything in red), I have nothing else to add except to reverberate the idea of Black Male Athletes taking a personal liking (in the Biblical sense) to white women. I do have a couple of questions at the bottom but first, check out the article. </span></em><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Vogue announced its April cover starring <a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/players/3704/;_ylt=AkTM5.O_.CgBdxEAhVmKftGLvLYF">LeBron James</a> and Gisele Bundchen, the magazine noted with some fanfare that <span style="color:#ff0000;">James was the first black man to grace its cover</span>. </div><div><br />But the image is stirring up <span style="color:#ff0000;">controversy</span>, with some commentators decrying the photo as <span style="color:#ff0000;">perpetuating racial stereotypes</span>. James strikes what some see as a <span style="color:#ff0000;">gorilla-like pose</span>, <span style="color:#ff0000;">baring his teeth, with one hand dribbling a ball and the other around Bundchen’s tiny waist.<strong><br /></strong></span>It’s an image some have likened to <span style="color:#ff0000;">“King Kong”</span> and Fay Wray. </div><br /><div>“It conjures up this idea of a <span style="color:#ff0000;">dangerous black man</span>,” said Tamara Walker, 29, of Philadelphia.<br />Vogue spokesman Patrick O’Connell said the magazine “sought to celebrate two superstars at the top of their game” for the magazine’s annual issue devoted to size and shape. </div><div><br />“We think Lebron James and Gisele Bundchen <span style="color:#ff0000;">look beautiful together</span> and we are honored to have them on the cover,” he said. </div><br /><div>James told The (Cleveland) Plain Dealer he was <span style="color:#ff0000;">pleased with the cover</span>, saying he was “just showing a little emotion.” </div><br /><div>But magazine analyst Samir Husni believes the photo was <span style="color:#ff0000;">deliberately provocative</span>, adding that it “screams King Kong.” Considering Vogue’s influential history, he said, covers are not something that the magazine does in a rush. </div><br /><div>“So when you have a cover that reminds people of King Kong and brings those stereotypes to the front, <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>black man wanting white woman</strong></span>, it’s not innocent,” he said. </div><br /><div>In a column at ESPN.com, Jemele Hill called the cover “memorable for all the wrong reasons.” But she said in an interview that the image is not unusual — <span style="color:#ff0000;">white athletes are generally portrayed smiling or laughing, while black sports figures are given a “beastly sort of vibe.”</span> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">For example, former NBA star Charles Barkley was depicted breaking free of neck and wrist shackles on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Dennis Rodman graced the cover of Rolling Stone with horns poking out of his forehead and his red tongue hanging out.<br />Images of black male athletes as aggressive and threatening “reinforce the criminalization of black men,”<br /></span><br />“I didn’t see any kind of racist overtone to it,” she said. “I still don’t. I think there is such a <span style="color:#ff0000;">hypersensitivity to race still in this country</span>.” </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">“If more people of color worked for Vogue in positions of editorial authority, perhaps someone in the room might have been able to read the image the way so many of us are reading it now, and had the power to do something about it,”</span> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>QUESTIONS: </div><div> </div><div></div><div>1) What do you think about the hypersensitivity to race thought… do you all think there’s an overreaction to race relations or are most cases valid. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>2) When predominantly white corporations produce ads with racial undertones should Black (in this case) opinions be considered? </div>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-61361558480816742612008-03-24T15:14:00.000-07:002008-03-27T08:54:15.437-07:00The Language of Love - Me, Venus/ You MarsYou’re entering an insert within my dating life (faux pas) - <em>envision the spinning door of the Twilight Zone.<br /></em><br />I was seeing this guy under some very clearly undefined circumstances, which I don’t really have a problem with, as I’m typically able to keep my emotions in check, but this dude wasn't making things easy for a sista. I mean after all…times are hard; you know it’s hard out here for a pimp'et(smile) and since I’m also not getting any younger, I’m finding myself entering “settling down” mode, with that in mind…check out this convo:<br /><br /><em>(He calls me – I smile when I see his name come up – that’s a problem under the circumstances):<br /></em><br />He: “hey <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>BABY</strong></span>” (WRONG WORD)<br />Me: “hey” (saying Baby in my head)<br /><br /><em>(He proceeds to tell me a story that really has no relevance, so I’ll only share the important parts) </em><br /><em><br /></em>He: “…so I’m laying down facing <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">YOUR SIDE OF THE BED</span></strong>…blah, blah, blah”<br />Me: (now although I only shared the “important” parts of the story…the blah, blah, blah is what I actually heard because I just couldn’t get past <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>MY SIDE OF THE BED</strong></span>)<br /><br />PAUSE: Now, I’m sure you guys and gals see where I’m going with this…can you all BELIEVE what this cat's tryna do to me? I mean, I just don’t understand it…”<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Your side of the bed</span></strong>” = “<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Will you marry me</span></strong>” (or am I just interpreting the language of love wrong).<br /><br />I laughed at the rest of his proposal…I mean, conversation but of course I dreamt about him for the next 16 days (a little goes a long way with me).<br /><br />I told a male friend about the exchange and he laughed, because he could see how certain things a man could do or say may be misleading or misinterpreted by the women they’re courting (having relations with). As he reflected on some of his accidental proposals, he accepted that men and women just don’t speak the same language, and since I’m fluent in lady-jabber, I broke things down for him (M.S = Men Say / W.H = Women Hear)<br /><br /><br /><br />M.S: “I’ll be back in a lil bit baby” (leaving you in their spot for the first time)<br />W.H: “Go get your stuff, because you’re moving in wit me baby”<br /><br />M.S: “You should’ve told me you were calling out…I’d have taken off with you”<br />W.H: “We should go away together, because I falling in love with you”<br /><br />M.S: “My mother…. (the rest of this statement is void…you shouldn’t have mentioned cha mom)<br />W.H.: “I want you to meet my mother, because I’m falling in love with you<br /><br />There’s so much more, but since I’m still at work (lol) I’ll stop here, but can you guys please fill in the rest?<br /><br /><em><strong>Disclaimer: I laughed hysterically when writing this and meant for you guys to do the same. The bottom line principal was rooted in my response to every man who says “she’s stalking me” – WHY? I always ask if there was something they could have said or done to cause the women to see something that wasn’t there. Aside from straight-up lies, I think men do play on those female sensibilities, which send off signals that are easily misinterpreted.<br /><br />Now, or course you’ve got some serious issues for stalking, but men can at times be oblivious to the actions their words cause.<br /><br />MEN: Think about the impact certain words and behaviors have on people, especially the women you’re entertaining.<br /><br />WOMEN: Pay MORE attention to their actions then their words and ALWAYS make sure there’s clarity – know what YOU want…and make sure he knows too.<br /><br />I hope this disclaimer dispels the vicious rumor that I, TLW aka JMW is, was, or ever will be stuck in uncertainty to the point of foolish wonderment! But I LOVE HIM…LOL. (just kidding)</strong></em>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-2908440310379076642008-03-18T12:05:00.000-07:002008-03-19T07:31:30.718-07:00America The Great!<p><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicd8kOAng3qlVKi-9FvEqPsu3e-c0AQR1CwkPD0GMHuEz_hh_BXQ_xqioZmZlbcAkzIhDQpCH6n11b8n3jz7mr_ZJLDT1hQMGWTKk9eZmY0RgVF8q5UIVWXJOCCSS7CWvEzAJyIHYdlpU/s1600-h/3371483828.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179176004364855170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicd8kOAng3qlVKi-9FvEqPsu3e-c0AQR1CwkPD0GMHuEz_hh_BXQ_xqioZmZlbcAkzIhDQpCH6n11b8n3jz7mr_ZJLDT1hQMGWTKk9eZmY0RgVF8q5UIVWXJOCCSS7CWvEzAJyIHYdlpU/s200/3371483828.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivq_gTcY8ZODIc4p5Eem2gvMtjDRnu34qnu419wxHFjcVCBoZ7fYwM23g9i81sXRKZKAQlPGo1dS6cl8w7d6zFPAqYF4aDcK8irKZsFL4XPJsoLWjjBhV1NE8fT1cNpFDr-hdf8B7ZHWM/s1600-h/3371483828.jpg"></a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Politics, Religion and Money are said to ruin a friendship or an ELECTION! I could never claim to be a patriot saint (remember I wanted to be a Panther), and I believe in the words of Mr. Hughes: <em>“O, let America be America again-- The land that never has been yet-- And yet must be--the land where every man is free. The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME-- Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.” </em><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDha8uBC5h0h6OACdBAVlKeVy7mzfllO6S1MP46ltqNEctNp5Az41mIxwAGHtfIyW3F6g8IdgR8beApJcWQ4tmtSlIcpKs_ICp_IA3OAq_V0XK_-zWWrt6TDV58SXKAZ8hqlAARZYmYbo/s1600-h/293929311.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179174934917998402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDha8uBC5h0h6OACdBAVlKeVy7mzfllO6S1MP46ltqNEctNp5Az41mIxwAGHtfIyW3F6g8IdgR8beApJcWQ4tmtSlIcpKs_ICp_IA3OAq_V0XK_-zWWrt6TDV58SXKAZ8hqlAARZYmYbo/s200/293929311.jpg" border="0" /></a>The truth is said to set you free, but that only applies when you're NOT me (color that is) – maybe America was NEVER America to me – land of the brave and home of the free! Anyway, I digress, this isn’t about my political views, but lets talk about Mr. Wright’s comments (sermons) and how they’re going to shape this election.<br /><br /></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179175050882115410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_4IRYy5caCZvO5lbPgy_UtFa6L-Qv6wfouhd22R-WizhHnrPaAN5GsKD6xGTt97uMnYiCsp77ihYVvSgf6fSNxGgsmkvNrFc0qa4feOJos2IPlPu9xmJVKdTtySxLS2M-KFDeXs0YrE/s200/344605830.jpg" border="0" />"We bombed Hiroshima, we bombed Nagasaki, and we nuked far more than the thousands in New York and the Pentagon, and we never batted an eye," Wright said. "We have supported state terrorism against the Palestinians and black South Africans, and now we are indignant because the stuff we have done overseas is now brought right back to our own front yards. America's chickens are coming home to roost." </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8RryxZZNdVrGzCziEXOLeyG_qqd48YLDWqmAzOcJ6_vH9jztRFdWIqhB6oiGOzDbMFQIjqWw1UQ43I5FXFxPcw_oBZ8DbLP7-FoMq34KkUKdCEmfqa7g12qI9KuMOIRuP7cNZqByDAY/s1600-h/2878277678.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179175149666363234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8RryxZZNdVrGzCziEXOLeyG_qqd48YLDWqmAzOcJ6_vH9jztRFdWIqhB6oiGOzDbMFQIjqWw1UQ43I5FXFxPcw_oBZ8DbLP7-FoMq34KkUKdCEmfqa7g12qI9KuMOIRuP7cNZqByDAY/s200/2878277678.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"The government gives them (blacks) the drugs, builds bigger prisons, passes a three-strike law and then wants us to sing 'God Bless America.' No, no, no, God damn America, that's in the Bible for killing innocent people. God damn America for treating our citizens as less than human. God damn America for as long as she acts like she is God and she is supreme."<br /><br />Now, I’m not in a position to really comment on this (I’m still at work – lol) but since this is all the buzz, I’m sure you guys have formed opinions…so let’s hear them!<br /></p>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-83025819797444300922008-03-12T15:53:00.001-07:002008-03-28T08:07:37.018-07:00HEY NOW!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyIr9v6EwnjmZk6-T-Z8d2Kl7U_hH86kid9jH-tS6jzPKhpKwDbRqbZxq8fgZEAilK6FYfaO2FdevEnedMeRo6ULvGU-uwLV2vg65BHbFzhvTc_SgHbTy1Tf88epMmdXyeenwEBMV21A4/s1600-h/IMG_5610.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182808936566104066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyIr9v6EwnjmZk6-T-Z8d2Kl7U_hH86kid9jH-tS6jzPKhpKwDbRqbZxq8fgZEAilK6FYfaO2FdevEnedMeRo6ULvGU-uwLV2vg65BHbFzhvTc_SgHbTy1Tf88epMmdXyeenwEBMV21A4/s320/IMG_5610.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGc-WJ2Qqo08dEKpPd-EYN1KNkicLbvfUyEM8dBVpW6G3bVJY3eo4qq0GRWilMgZfTXyWyRQhvwM4nkhlKpOkS6Fr0g1dHPY4xvvXF81USRTwVbzdHmBrnZR8oNvxUbwwZR7Yw8b06jQ/s1600-h/IMG_5565.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182808812012052466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGc-WJ2Qqo08dEKpPd-EYN1KNkicLbvfUyEM8dBVpW6G3bVJY3eo4qq0GRWilMgZfTXyWyRQhvwM4nkhlKpOkS6Fr0g1dHPY4xvvXF81USRTwVbzdHmBrnZR8oNvxUbwwZR7Yw8b06jQ/s320/IMG_5565.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZwfQv-Vqf2mYWcQmjJdXl8oLN_c5uisbK_zDUNDCeXUAYo0H3JQEERDVR6G4etIQ_Kyza36UzfgIkI4eC75SM6wPDLjW_IR-358JikDOMFaZTCpUL9qSmKAhQPJ76bsCRyFat7gSb48/s1600-h/IMG_5610.jpg"></a><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHfhs3-S52moduUS5lcfacY5ppq8n-4KX97eQ7N3kvl5BLwrR9ySK6UaXDOHkshAwBWcvz0lMSV8pdxxBDaW9gcZAw55X-7qhL3rrQUJIOOibuHaOBa8zGSpXGn2q8wKqn-vJe2aR02M/s1600-h/IMG_5565.jpg"></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Hey Guys,<br /><br />I hope all has been well. There's been a lot going on over here on my end, but I'm actually about to crank this proposal out so I can't chat much (smile) but I wanted to drop you guys a line.<br /><br />I just recently did this photo-shoot (MY FIRST) and it was sooooo exciting. The pictures were taken for no real reason...just because the photographer is a friend and wanted to immortalize me...LOL. So much stuff is happening...my oldest son even said..."everything's happening for you this year" I don't know how much truth is in that, but things are looking good (mr. carter) lol.<br /><br />Well here are a couple of the pics I took and PLEASE check out this BEAUTIFUL from one of my favorite singers:<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TytsUdNzv50&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></div></div>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-84343489662175985262008-02-27T11:49:00.000-08:002008-02-27T11:59:19.419-08:00UPCOMING PHILLY EVENTS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhGA-6fhTXs36eaATicIuAw0SUEbIT0dtod5-FLkVDgBuPM5Rwze_zh7hRj4SMSYkGUqtAITaQ8vDzRc1tO5xahdHbT274Yxkl54YFVM04FULBGUghBTV5TS0gUdkRAaD7XrnRkuZVGw/s1600-h/Panel+Event.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhGA-6fhTXs36eaATicIuAw0SUEbIT0dtod5-FLkVDgBuPM5Rwze_zh7hRj4SMSYkGUqtAITaQ8vDzRc1tO5xahdHbT274Yxkl54YFVM04FULBGUghBTV5TS0gUdkRAaD7XrnRkuZVGw/s400/Panel+Event.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171750972523837378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD39F1irWJNtoxQhoXUWxHj-YVsoIJJayOPakgGRiAx59Dlv1tDDmLE4L9WMGZylummcTZlPYuKkrUziYmLVphD1RRTlqa_EyspKaRw26XeBOo2rlGAbMVp7YA5lN3EgRynNILbMpSKbA/s1600-h/Raheem+Devaughn.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD39F1irWJNtoxQhoXUWxHj-YVsoIJJayOPakgGRiAx59Dlv1tDDmLE4L9WMGZylummcTZlPYuKkrUziYmLVphD1RRTlqa_EyspKaRw26XeBOo2rlGAbMVp7YA5lN3EgRynNILbMpSKbA/s400/Raheem+Devaughn.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171750534437173170" /></a><br />HEY YOU GUYS... There a lot going on in Philly in the coming week(s). Check it out: <br /><br />This Grand Opening of Goodlife Fpridays at Club 27 is going to set the stage for many great events to come. I'VE GOT TICKETS ($15) and they're going FAST so let me know how many you need ASAP. PLEASE EMAIL ME AT TLKW200@YAHOO.COM or call my <br /><br /> Club 27 - 27 Bank St (Old City)<br /><br />For Further Details HIT ME UP!!!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-54440227444572745752008-02-21T08:05:00.000-08:002008-02-21T08:14:36.171-08:00"If I Were President"Hello All – <br /><br />Now, I usually stay away from politics…well as they relate to actual Elections, but I can’t ignore the impending danger of having a Black Presidential Candidate get so close to the White House…after all, it’s named that for a reason! <br /><br />Here’s a little something that’s been making its way through the WWW (world wide web)…why does WWW remind me so much of KKK – oh, sorry. <br /><br /><em><strong>Who is Barack Obama?<br /><br /><br />Probable U.S. presidential candidate, Barack Hussein Obama<br />was born in Honolulu, Hawaii, to Barack Hussein Obama, Sr.<br />a Black Muslim from Nyangoma-Kogel, Kenya and Ann Dunham, a<br />white ATHIEST from Wichita, Kansas.<br /><br />Obama's parents met at the University of Hawaii. When Obama<br />was 2 years old, his parents divorced. His father returned<br />to Kenya. His mother then married Lolo Soetoro, a RADICAL<br />Muslim from Indonesia. When Obama was 6 years old the family relocated to Indonesia. Obama attended a MUSLIM school in Jakarta. He also spent<br />2 years in a Catholic school. Obama takes great care to conceal the fact that he is a Muslim. He is quick to point out that 'He was once a Muslim, but that he also attended Catholic School ' (I was once a<br />human, but I also attended McDonalds. It didn't make me a cheeseburger either!!!)Obama's political handlers are attempting to make it appear<br />that Obama's introduction to Islam came via his father, and<br />that this influence was temporary at best. In reality, the<br />senior Obama returned to Kenya soon after the divorce, and<br />never again had any direct influence over his son's education.<br /><br />Lolo Soetoro, the second husband of Obama's mother, Ann Dunham, introduced his stepson to Islam. Obama was enrolled in a Wahabi school in Jakarta. (Wahabi - that is NOT a brand of horseradish!!)<br /><br />Wahabism is the RADICAL teaching that is followed by the<br />Muslim terrorists who are now waging Jihad against the<br />western world. (we're involved in a religious war for those<br />who have not yet figured it out.)<br /><br />Since it is politically expedient to be a CHRISTIAN when<br />seeking Major public office in the United States, Barack<br />Hussein has joined the United Church of Christ in an attempt<br />to downplay his Muslim background.(the United Church of<br />Christ is a militant group dedicated to the principles of the<br />Black Panthers and Louis Farrakhan)<br /><br />Let us all remain alert concerning Obama's expected<br />presidential candidacy. The Muslims have said they plan on destroying the U.S. from the inside out, what better way to start than at the highest level - through the President of the United States, one of<br />their own! Also, keep in mind that when he was sworn into office - he<br />DID NOT use the Holy Bible, but instead the Q'uran (their<br />"Holy book". It is in no way equivalent to our Bible.)<br /><br />Please forward to everyone you know. Would you want this man leading our country? </strong></em><br /><br />After reading the above hate-rally-email, my cousin made the below comment: <br /><br />“some racists, political extremist redhead is gonna assassinate him or attempt 2.....he will not last long trust me! a black president, no sir! He better hope he make it 2 the election!” <br /><br />Unfortunately, I have to share her sentiment…this is like a fantastic nightmare. The realization of this election is rocking the world. I don’t know what’s going to happen if the “O” wins, but I can’t help humming Wyclef – “If I Were President” <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8uAoFHBeGY&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8uAoFHBeGY&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-52315769731945775522008-02-13T06:51:00.000-08:002008-02-13T07:52:05.027-08:00A TEENAGE LOVEGood Morning Boys and Girls!<br /><br />A Teenage Love<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>“…everything seems so great at the startFor she loves him, and he also loves herAnd it's hard to turn back to who the person you wereBut later on, problems start to occurAnd the bond, which combines, y'all turns into a blurFor the feelings were the same, now here's the scoreYou love them to much, and they don't love you anymore”</strong></span></em><br />(Slick Rick – A Teenage Love)<br /><br />Awwww…poor Mr. Slick was probably a party of a broken heart, his or hers, but what can be expected from a “Teenage Love” LOVE – what does this word REALLY mean…who can best define it (certainly not I), but I know I don’t believe in “Love” at first sight or childhood emotions attempting to subsist in an adult world.<br /><br />With the exception of Love and Basketball’s, “I’ve loved you since I was 11 years-old and the shit just won’t go away” – childhood “love” doesn’t really last, nor do I think it ever really existed…what can a child truly know about love – that grown folk emotion; Ok, I’m being a little facetious, but with a hint of minty-truth.<br /><br />Can a person who expressed feelings as a child still have them as an adult? (Don’t answer that yet.)<br /><br />I’ve found that the average person doesn’t really come to know or understand themselves until they’ve entered late twenties/early thirties, so what may have been known of oneself or that love interest probably no longer exist.<br /><br />Like money, love just seems to be tossed around so frivolously which leaves a trail of hurt feelings and misunderstandings about the reality of love. Like bonds (money related – lol), love is best when it matures.<br /><br />If you’ve ever loved a child as a child (no R. Kelly stuff), you’ll need to pretty much forget the past part of them and begin to learn what you’ve never known...then you can love (again, maybe).<br /><br />Feel free to ask the above question NOW! Then check out the video.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFOQyZ5oB60&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFOQyZ5oB60&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-26134238656542010252008-02-08T08:54:00.000-08:002008-02-08T08:59:51.084-08:00What's Your Pleasure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_COGBdCd8GMqSkUYCdG6_0farJKsuXXL63rjCFbybhWOI6lBEDaANGCT8k4OUTMrdKc6CSdaWk4fDyKziTzFziR4VYwTd1ykaWErKc9qjticJ9Vd5YK5ao-pp17b7V-HQWWotw2eFJwQ/s1600-h/60158951_92317b0318.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164654924616941346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_COGBdCd8GMqSkUYCdG6_0farJKsuXXL63rjCFbybhWOI6lBEDaANGCT8k4OUTMrdKc6CSdaWk4fDyKziTzFziR4VYwTd1ykaWErKc9qjticJ9Vd5YK5ao-pp17b7V-HQWWotw2eFJwQ/s400/60158951_92317b0318.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>“Some people like sniffing panties…” </div><br /><div><br />Sorry for the crass beginning but it is Friday, so anything goes…Right? – RIGHT!<br /><br />This lil tale of sheer insanity could be another insert into the “Dating Me” series, but I’ll leave the title as is.<br /><br />Now as many of you know, I rarely get TOO personal in the blogsphere, unless I’m associating it with some sort of social issue or disorder and leaving you guys with a thought, question, or experience to share…and this is no different, but I’m about to get real personal.<br /><br />I was dating (dealing) with this guy over the last couple of months…it was a somewhat awkward situation because he really didn’t make his interest clear. We met under the pretense of doing some business, but long after the business was over I was still getting random phone calls about pretty much-NOTHING! So, me being the impatient soul that I am, I asked…”what’s the deal dude…business is over, but you’re still calling and it sounds like you’re flirting with me, so what’s up?” – I think you guys know I’m direct, so unraise those eyebrows.<br /><br />Anyway, I FORCED him into asking me on a date (you know I didn’t really force). So the “relationship” began and before long we were having relations – <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">WARNING: PLEASE DISREGARD PAST POST CONCERNING ABSTINENCE!!!<br /></span></strong><br />THE INSANITY BEGINS: Now, I try not to be toooo heavy into astrology, but this guy is a Virgo and the stars say that we don’t mix well…I’m a Sagittarius. The stars said that I’d be bored with this sexual encounter (the stars ain’t neva lied – excuse my ebonics). But, the stars failed to inform me of what was to come. After TWO encounters I’d decided that this just wasn’t worth my time…I mean, if I’m going to ignore the policy of past-post it should at least be worth its “weight in gold.”<br /><br />Again, my impatient-overly expressive personality kicked in and I told him that we shouldn’t see each other anymore because we were “sexually incompatible”…for some reason he didn’t take too kindly to that – MEN! He was adamant about having another opportunity to prove himself (bless his lil heart); me being such a caring, compassionate woman, I obliged.<br /><br />During the “make-good” encounter we entered into a conversation about my first travel experience…now you guys should know I LOVE to talk, so in the midst of my rant he sneaks me…yeah, you know what I mean; he’d put the condom on and was on his way…WHY? Your guess is as good as mine. To my surprise he egged me on in this foolish episode of – “Sex and the Trip to Disney.” I wasn’t used to this kind of “experience” but was caught so off guard and by the time I regained my senses it was over.<br /><br />Now, this dude is on point…I mean, he’s good-looking, intelligent and has his life in fairly good order and he’s a really nice guy with a hint of thuggish goodness, so I TRIED to stay into him, or at least let him stay “into” me…haha (sorry). I went on a few more weeks and encounters, but things were just not good. He just could NOT start anything up without engaging me in some senseless idol chatter…he had to get me talking about something before he could make his move. Now, I’ve heard people say they love the sound of my voice, but this was just RE-GAL-DANG-DIK-U-LIS!!!<br /><br />The final ACT:<br />I’m lying in my bed FURIOUS at the fact that he’s just laying there (like he didn’t know why he was there). He’s playing this “shy” role like he doesn’t know what to do, but I knew what he wanted…I knew what he was waiting for…he wanted me to talk. That sick bastrid was waiting to hear my “seductive” voice tell a story then he’d make his move. Well since I was hip to his give, I kept quiet. He started talking about clubs in the area and I fell prey to his scheme and engaged - that was all she wrote, he quickly mounted me as I lay on my stomach with my head resting on my folded arms. He’d put the condom on and was going for a homer – NOT! “get the hell offa me!” is what escaped my lips with disgust…”this is so over…I refuse to play into this insanity.” Well, he didn’t leave right away, but when he did he said, “I’ll call you later.” WHY! Sir, this is a done deal.<br /><br />I told a male friend about the strange experience and he said…”some people like sniffing panties and some like having “random” conversations during sex…it’s whatever gets you off.”<br /><br />So, the question is: what bizarre fetishes have you experienced or exhibited? </div>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-52704243503590079412008-02-04T17:40:00.000-08:002008-02-05T08:32:27.209-08:00"DEAR DADDY: I HATE YOU"<em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Something within me will always love him no matter what..." It seemed like the thing to say. It seemed like the "right" thing to say. As if I was hopelessly in love. As if I had to love you no matter what. It wasn't true then. It isn't true now." </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I still look in my rearview mirror. I know you are there and I hate you." </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I hate you, Daddy...and that is how it is. That is real. I hate you. My posture is not reactionary. My soul is without torment. I thought it all out. For years I thought about all that I remembered. I though about all I had learned. It wasn't easy to get here, but this is the right place to be. The right mind in which to exist. I'm okay. And I hate you. "</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I've thought about killing you. I've watched you. I've wondered what you are. Why you are. What was your purpose? Is this what you were supposed to do?"</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I could kill you. But I wouldn't shoot you. I couldn't shoot you. I would stab you. This way we could spend some time together. This way we could look into each others' eyes. Maybe we would cry...Maybe we could make up a past, one where we smiled, laughed and loved. Maybe we could lie until you went to sleep." </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I tried to love you. I can't. I tried to understand you. I don't. I tried to move on, but I keep coming back to the same place. I keep coming back to the same reality...I tried to be big. I thought I could go past my feelings, I thought I could push it all aside, look you in the eyes and recognize some indisputable truth, feel some undeniable connection...So I called you. I called you four times. I listened. I waited. I was patient. I was wrong...When I was 12 years old, you killed my mother. I can't love you. I won't love you."</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Fuck You</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Your son </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Butch</span></strong></em><br /><br />The above excerpts have been compiled from the book "Dear Daddy: I hate you - Letters to my mother's killer" By Butch Slaughter. You guys may remember me going on about him ALL of last year...you remember "Why Our Children Hate Us - How Black Adults Have Betrayed Black Children."<br /><br />Unlike the unified-accountability he attempted to place on the adults of the Black community through the text of "Why Our Children Hate Us," this latest work holds only one accountable - his father, for the murder of his mother. Like the previous work of truth, "Dear Daddy: I hate you," is full of enlightening probes rooted around the advancement of the Black community.<br /><br />NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"This is a narrative regarding alienation. These are notes concerning seperation, distance and confusion. My personal experience might represent an extreme; not all Black fathers pull triggers. Still, too many fail to defend their children. Too many are the conduits through which the devil does his work." </span></strong><br /><br />Advanced copies of the book are currently available in short supply (FOR NOW), but they can be purchased in several bookstores within the Philadelphia region as well as Chicago (author's home town). He's also scheduled to do book signings and lectures in Chicago within the coming weeks (2/21/08), so SPREAD THE WORD!!!<br /><br />A MOVEMENT is about to take place...an uprising of sorts; He is setting himself to enact a vengence on all those opposing his love for his people and their (our) children and I'd say it's a HATE that's long overdue!!!<br /><br />Of course I'd like to know your thoughts on what you've read, but more importantly... YOU NEED TO GET THE BOOK!!! BOTTOM LINE!!! Please drop me a note with your city and I'll let you know where you can pick it up.<br /><br />QUESTION OF THE DAY:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">IS HATE EVER JUSTIFIABLE?</span></strong>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-46777225554217143102008-02-01T15:38:00.000-08:002008-02-01T13:05:05.625-08:00HEY NOW!It's been a LONGGGG time, but you guys have been in my thoughts...I just wanted to drop a quick line.<br /><br />I can't wait until I can get back to this thing with SOME level of seriousness, but in the mean time and in between time. I'm supposed to be in the Chicago area within the coming weeks and I can't remember if any of the "13" are from there...LOL, but I hope to connect with whoeverI can.<br /><br />Um...I don't have any jokes to tell or news to complain about (well, I'm sure I can think of something...lol) I guess I just really missed you guys.<br /><br />I DO have a great new book that I'll be excerping in the days to come (I know you-all LOVE when I do that), so I will...you can thank me later. Seriously, it's going to make for some SERIOUSLY JUICY dialog.<br /><br />OH, (Cap, Kiki, Sheletha and whoever) I had the PLEASURE of attending a party with my boyfriend Idris (you know who I'm talk'n bout)...I stood in his face taking pictures of him on my phone and smiling alllllll night long...LOL, boy radio sure has its perks! Anyway...I'll see you guys in a minute.<br /><br />Nothing but Love,<br />JMWJustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-50349061853945646322007-11-15T08:00:00.000-08:002007-11-15T08:02:59.808-08:00WHY I DON'T READ THE NEWS<strong>Santa’s in Australia's largest city have been told not to use Father Christmas's traditional "ho ho ho" greeting because it may be offensive to women, it was reported Thursday. Sydney's Santa Clauses have instead been instructed to say "ha ha ha" instead.<br /><br />One disgruntled Santa told the newspaper a recruitment firm warned him not to use "ho ho ho" because it could frighten children and was too close to "ho", a US slang term for prostitute.<br />- OK, I can’t take it…the world is crazy! Now, I’m no santa fan, but COME ON PEOPLE, “ho ho ho” is a term that’s been used for Europeans introduced santa to the world…now it’s a term associated with the defaming of women; this is completely laughable.<br /><br />Teen Charged in Cop Shooting <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3nYcXpJ5gaGp5Er480rHMwq9flYEDu8rmM59o6SiPoAMQaiUC2rIoajPh6K1uBpqYG1NoRSCEEW-yF6j1CADP0HDidU5dtPdh3GW3p_-QGwuvlsUCkMv8q6h0jUpKQKtA_HS9rhP1UY/s1600-h/JOHN_LEWIS_KNEW_270.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133097976844443490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3nYcXpJ5gaGp5Er480rHMwq9flYEDu8rmM59o6SiPoAMQaiUC2rIoajPh6K1uBpqYG1NoRSCEEW-yF6j1CADP0HDidU5dtPdh3GW3p_-QGwuvlsUCkMv8q6h0jUpKQKtA_HS9rhP1UY/s400/JOHN_LEWIS_KNEW_270.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />16-year-old apparently squatting in a abandoned house-turned-drug den was identified yesterday as the alleged shooter who wounded two plain clothes narcotics officers Tuesday night. According to investigators he allegedly sold crack from the home. The teen is being charged as an adult with nine counts of attempted murder, was taken into custody after allegedly shooting two officers in the legs through a door as they tried entering the house to serve a warrant to another man.</strong><br /><br />- <em>NOW, this makes the SECOND young black man who’s thrown their life away by shooting/killing a police officer. The other infamous young man (shown above) was a high-school dropout and drug addict.<br /><br />- I’ve grown tired of being agitated and frustrated by the insidious acts practiced by our young people while the community watches and waits. WHAT ARE WE PREPARED TO DO! WHO’S ACCOUNTABLE FOR THESE CONDITIONS! Every time I turn around a new “worthwild” organization is springing up and doing NOTHING! With all the non-profit do-gooder associations running around within the city of Philadelphia, why are we still faced with the SAME GROWING dilemma’s?<br /><br />- Politicians don’t care; So called “Black Owned” businesses and corporations don’t seem to REALLY care (except for their OWN benefit), so who is to bring about the change? Where will the help come from? Yeah, I know…many questions with too few answers! I’m just “Debbie Morgan – TIRED”! (from Love and Basketball…when she tiredly exclaimed, “I’m just too TIRED”) </em>JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-53319721524715855532007-11-07T06:46:00.000-08:002007-11-07T03:48:57.960-08:00Just do what I do!!!I've always been one of those people who expect others to act, say and do as I would, and I'm usually shocked everytime to get something different. I'm very logical (to me) so things just appear right which means everyone else is just doing WRONG... lol. Ok, I'm still dealing with the fact that MAYBE, just MAYBE; dare I even say...that I'm wrong (GASP)! Well, IF the world is right and I'm "wrong" in thoughts they become what's popularly known as opinions RIGHT? <br /><br />With that being agreed upon, I'm going to share some personal "opinions" lol. <br /><br />1). I have a SERIOUS problem with people who want to "play" in ways you don't approve of...like calling you names and when you have to check them...they say, "I was only playing DAG...I know not to play with you." they then act as if YOU'RE WRONG... well in my OPINION, they're WRONG. <br /><br />2). Men who want to convince you that you're shallow for not wanting to date them because they're, oh say...4 feet tall. Well, kind sir...you may think I'm wrong, but in my OPINION, you're WRONG. <br /><br />3). People who'd take something of yours...something really small oh say a pen, and when you really want it back...they say..."GESH, you're making a big deal over that pen." Then OF COURSE, they spread it around as if you have issues and are...you guessed it WRONG, but we all know the better...RIGHT? RIGHT!<br /><br />4). Those people (even your children) who just don't seem to stop getting on your nerves UNTIL you scream or snap...then they say..."DAG, you must be in a bad mood." WHAT... I wasn't until YOU, but I guess I'm WRONG...I'll keep my opinion to myself. <br /><br />5). People who do what THEY want to do for YOU (against your wishes) and get mad when you don't appreciate it: examples; buying you gifts you don't want...taking you places you didn't ask to go and don't want to be, but act like they did you a favor. <br /><br /> p1: "I've got some errands to run today" <br /> p2: "I'll take you."<br /> p1: "naw, that's cool,I've just got a lot of business to handle. thanks"<br /> p2: "NO, I'm not doing anything today and I want to get out, so please."<br /> p1: "Well, it's stuff I really needed to handle alone."<br /> p2: "I'll just wait in the car." <br /> p1; "DAG, well ok"<br /><br />AFTER ALLLLL THAT they'll either say something about gas money, or complaine about how long it's taking or how many stops you've made OR talk about how great a friend they are because they take you everywhere. WRONG...WRONG...WRONG, but that's just my opinion. <br /><br />What things have people thought you WRONG for , but in your opinion...you're RIGHT?JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-47926961133068285282007-11-04T10:00:00.000-08:002007-11-04T08:09:53.273-08:00SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE!Well now, WHAT – Life, Love and the Pursuit of happiness!<br />Have you ever been in a place where you didn’t know if you were coming or going…couldn’t say how you got there, or if you even wanted to leave? Well, I like to call that place Something’s Gotta Give…where your hope just seems to be for SOMETHING, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING! <br /><br />LIFE: <br />Ahhh, the place of many mistakes…many wrong turns…too many “Oops!” I’ve come a long way, but seem further behind then where I started…how’s that even possible (don’t answer that). This is the place where I tell my story; a funny, frightening tale of sorts; a story suitable for Grims Fairytales - FAIRYTALES – where I’ve made my heaven. I was always a dreamer, which is why I liked long walks alone…alone is where I dream up dreams and things. These are the insides of my mind…thinking and wondering about whatever until reality screams at me…blows its minty breath in my face and causes me to focus on my sons, my home, my job, my career, my bills…my LIFE! <br /><br />I’m sure you’re asking “where’s she going with this?”…I DON’T KNOW, but SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE! <br /><br />LOVE: <br />I should laugh, but I won’t…but what’s up with four letter words beginning in “L” (scary). I’m usually immune to this…well probably since I’ve been in love with the same two men for like 10 years…now I can laugh…ha-ha! Yeah, I know that’s crazy and my mind goes back back and forth and forth…neither may be right, or one more than the other, but that’s what I’ve known of love (for a man), aside for the love I have for Idris Alba Fortunately for me, this really isn’t an area I stress over…aside from wanting to go on the occasional date, but other then that, I’m pretty cool, or has the immunity effected me so that I CAN’T change directions; I can’t move my feet from it’s cool place. Have I, Will I let the newness of love pass me by because I’m stuck so deep in the past? I’ll just have to wait UNTIL! <br /><br />HAPPYNESS: <br />Well, I’ve already said you’ve got to live your life like it’s golden…it’s going to be what we make it, so I’ve made myself content as I wait to go further. What would make me happy RIGHT NOW is career related. No, I don’t like this job, but it’s a stepping stone…not really stepping into what I REALLY want to do, but you can never have too many connections. <br /> What do you REALLY want to do? <br />Believe it or not…I just kinda figured this out…I’d like to be a Youth Program Director…I’d like to create programs designed for the growth of our children…that’s all and I’d be happy UNTIL! <br /><br />Man, it feels real good to uncloud your head...it allows for better focus. This is art…the art of expression…the ability to convey one’s thoughts, even if nobody else understands it. <br /><br />To make better sense of this; what thing/area seems to have you stuck in a hazy daze of perplexity? What something has got to give for you?JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475582299683845680.post-1627966200875426592007-11-02T09:16:00.000-07:002007-11-02T07:47:25.895-07:00"Mama, I wanna sing!"This is a journey into the sound of one of my favorite voices...I absolutely LOVE this dude and he's been around a longggg time; how many of you remember THIS SHOW:<br /><br /> KIDS INCORPORATED (1985):<br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FclBKZcZ8O4"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FclBKZcZ8O4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />I couldn't post any of the videos from his first cd, but I loved it..."Where You Are" and "Stop by" are the most popular ones and can be viewed on Youtube. I thought of this title when listening to one of his songs; it made me wonder what he said to his mother to get him started, or did he even HAVE to say anything to her...is it just something she noticed in her baby. See what can happen when you pay attention to the talents of your children!!!<br /><br />NOW - An interview into his new project. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsKz9Aok08o&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsKz9Aok08o&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I love his music...it's my feel good; I'm off to get this new cd "Wine & Spirits"<br /><br />P.S DON'T FORGET TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR CHILDREN...NOTICE THEIR GIFT AND HELP THEM BRING IT TO LIFE!JustMeWritinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722572546532291972noreply@blogger.com10