Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Separated at Birth
Monday, September 29, 2008
WHAT WOULD YOU DO.....
Without REALLY good friends?
After a fun filled weekend of work and pleasure.... Mostly pleasure because that comes 1st, I had an opportunity to spend time with 8 (1 recently inducted into the sisterhood) of my closest friends and realized how therapeutic it was. You need to hang out with your "girlz" for a number of reasons. IT IS FUNDAMENTAL!! I realize that not everyone is as fortunate as I to have SO many women that they can spend time with and they do not totally drive you crazy( yes-we had our moments) however, I realized they are an integral part of my life and I missed them dearly. They give you the kick in the ass you need and are honest but not hurtful. They all are amazing in many ways. One has the ability to cook a FABULOUS gourmet meal and should be on the Food Network. Another can decorate a house to not only look like a model but to make it feel like home. One is well on her way to the top 10 on Billboard with her singing abilities and another is such a dedicated Soror that she really puts me to shame. One is SIMPLY AMAZING with children although she has none....yet! Two of my "chicks" have a sense of humor that I know exactly who to call when I am down and the other is such a great mom that when I feel like I have damaged my daughter for life she helps put it in perspective! LOL! I am so inspired by my "girlz" that it practically brings tears to my eyes! Thank u for a wonderful weekend and we really need to do this more often!! Get your pennies together ladies and lets plan the next trip!!! I love you all dearly!
FAMU for life!
P.S- What happens in Atlanta STAYS in Atlanta!!!! :)
After a fun filled weekend of work and pleasure.... Mostly pleasure because that comes 1st, I had an opportunity to spend time with 8 (1 recently inducted into the sisterhood) of my closest friends and realized how therapeutic it was. You need to hang out with your "girlz" for a number of reasons. IT IS FUNDAMENTAL!! I realize that not everyone is as fortunate as I to have SO many women that they can spend time with and they do not totally drive you crazy( yes-we had our moments) however, I realized they are an integral part of my life and I missed them dearly. They give you the kick in the ass you need and are honest but not hurtful. They all are amazing in many ways. One has the ability to cook a FABULOUS gourmet meal and should be on the Food Network. Another can decorate a house to not only look like a model but to make it feel like home. One is well on her way to the top 10 on Billboard with her singing abilities and another is such a dedicated Soror that she really puts me to shame. One is SIMPLY AMAZING with children although she has none....yet! Two of my "chicks" have a sense of humor that I know exactly who to call when I am down and the other is such a great mom that when I feel like I have damaged my daughter for life she helps put it in perspective! LOL! I am so inspired by my "girlz" that it practically brings tears to my eyes! Thank u for a wonderful weekend and we really need to do this more often!! Get your pennies together ladies and lets plan the next trip!!! I love you all dearly!
FAMU for life!
P.S- What happens in Atlanta STAYS in Atlanta!!!! :)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY PART 2...
Chris Rock on last night's David Letterman.
President Bill Clinton was on David Letterman last night before Chris Rock trying to give his best impersonation as an Obama supporter. The jig is up! We know you are still salty about Hillary losing. One word of caution.. if you screw Barack now.. we will screw Hillary in 2012 when she decides to run again. WE DON'T FORGET!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Three Brown Chicks 'Bout to Multiply Like Gremlins
Here we are...less than one week away from college-type partying, but finally on a salaried budget. I'm 'bout to see all (well nearly) of my girlz in the ATL at the 20th Annual Atlanta Football Classic, where FAMU faces TSU...but really who cares about the game? And no, I'm not excited to go to Atlanta...been there done that. But I am geeked that this year, 9 of us are getting together, 1 of the 9 is an additional friend of a friend, but she's just like one of us. Plus, she kinda replaces one of those who recently fell off -- is incognegro -- aka nowhere to be found -- so it's going to work out just fine.
When I say I am PUMPED, it is an understatement. I can't wait to laugh until I cry, probably cuss at least one of my girlz out (in love of course) and be all out sarcastic for 4 straight days. Then we get to see some of the fools we used to "date" (using that term loosely) and hope that they are fat, bald, losers! LOL!
It's been 17 years since I first met these HOES (again, a loving term) and I can't wait to experience the next 17-plus.
Well expect an update -- filtered to protect the innocent -- upon my return.
RATTLERS will strike, strike, and strike again!
"PIMPIN SINCE HIS EARLY DAYS"
Now at first glance, there is nothing suspect going on here.. at first glance. Just a few preteen wannabes getting their pose on for Aunt Ti Ti who refuses to put down her camera. At closer inspection.. the words "MAMA NOOOOOOOOOOOO" echo loudly through my mind. Peep shawty's mohawk and skin tight camoflauge swagger. Something ain't right here. Little King Harris has that "I'm about to hit up Body Tap and collect my loose change" look in his eyes. I'm may have to think long and hard on how to approach "my mama work at Payless and I got these kiddie wedges on discount" stunner. How does she know how to "purse" those lips already at the tender age of 3. R. Kelly is already circling.
All that to say.. parents.. watch your kids. This is NOT supposed to be funny. It sneaks up on you. First you think it's cute that she knows all the words to "Laffy Taffy".. but she'll be well on her way to the Superhead Hall of Fame.
Pics compliment of Sandra Rose
Friday, September 19, 2008
Just one of those days..
The look on her face speaks to the depths of my soul. Haven't you had one of those days where you were sick of complete bullsh*t? To the point where you are considering prescriptive meds to control your erratic thoughts of violence and purchasing a pistol. I needed a catcher's glove for all the sh*t thrown my way yesterday. A day later, I can now reflect calmly and check my "b*tch-o-meter" to make sure my reactions to the bullsh*t were appropriate. First up.. I come downstairs for a little breakfast, open the refrigerator door and was almost knocked over by the smell of what seemed like decaying turkey meat.. that I just bought the day before. Now.. I just got this GE side to side Profile fixed about 3 months ago which put a sizeable whole in my wallet. So you know I was heated to dig for 2 hours to find the receipt with my service warranty and call the number to find it's disconnected. (SON OF A B*TCH!)
Next up... Rushing on a Friday on 285 at lightning speed to make an appointment. You are almost to your destination and an old bitty (she wasn't that old) proceeds to cross three lanes (no blinker) and pull over in front of you and to tap her brakes. (WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!). Are you serious? Followed up by a look of confusion when you give her the DOUBLE WHAMMY (that's a middle finger up and leaning on your car horn for atleast 12 seconds).
The Finale.. You finally reach home after a long and heinous day to find you can't pull into your driveway because your next door neighbor's boyfriend has parked his 1985 Cutlas Cierra in front of your house. Your first instinct is to floor it into his rear bumper and then proceed to park in the driveway, but you remember if he is driving a maroon Oldsmobile with the missing door handle and gold tint.. he probably didn't pay that Geico bill this month. So you count backwards from 10 and walk to the front door to calmly ask.. "Can you move your sh*t?".. to be only be greeted by someone peaking through the stained blinds and then not answering the door at all. (MOTHER TRUCKERS!!)
I NEED A HUG!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The REAL John McCain- LOSER!!!!
From what I have heard, the facts on this story are real. On a recent TV show, McCain mentioned that his greatest failure in life was the ending of his first marriage. I guess he had to admit some remorse because his wife was going public with the story.
Poor judgement with his family, poor judgement with his choice for VP, POOR JUDGEMENT IF HE IS CHOSEN AS THE NEXT PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!
First wife out of sight, how shallow can one man be?
Carol McCain
McCain likes to illustrate his moral fiber by referring to
his five years as a prisoner-of-war in Vietnam. And to
demonstrate his commitment to family values, the 71-year-
old former US Navy pilot pays warm tribute to his beautiful
blond wife, Cindy, with whom he has four children. But
there is another Mrs. McCain who casts a ghostly shadow over
the Senator's presidential campaign.
She is seldom seen and rarely written about, despite being mother to McCain's
three eldest children.
She was the woman McCain dreamed of during his long
incarceration and torture in Vietnam's infamous
'Hanoi Hilton' prison and the woman who faithfully
stayed at home looking after the children and waiting
anxiously for news. But when McCain returned to America in
1973 to a fanfare of publicity and a handshake from Richard Nixon, he discovered his wife had been disfigured in a terrible car crash three years earlier.
Her car had skidded on icy roads into a telegraph pole on Christmas Eve, 1969.
Her pelvis and one arm were shattered by the impact and she
suffered massive internal injuries.
When Carol was discharged from hospital after six months of
life-saving surgery, the prognosis was bleak. In order to
save her legs, surgeons had been forced to cut away huge sections of
shattered bone, taking with it her tall, willowy figure.
She was confined to a wheelchair and was forced to use a
catheter. Today, she stands at just 5' 4" in and
still walks awkwardly, with a pronounced limp. Her body is
held together by screws and metal plates and, at 70, her
face is worn by wrinkles that speak of decades of silent suffering.
For nearly 30 years, Carol has maintained a dignified
silence about the accident, McCain and their divorce. But
last week at the bungalow where she now lives at Virginia
Beach, a faded seaside resort 200 miles south of Washington,
she told The Mail on Sunday how McCain divorced her
in 1980 and married Cindy, 18 years his junior and the heir
to an Arizona brewing fortune, just one month later.
My marriage ended because John McCain didn't want to be
40, he wanted to be 25. You know that happens...it just
does.
In 1979 - while still married to Carol - he met Cindy at a
cocktail party in Hawaii. Over the next six months he
pursued her, flying around the country to see her. Then he
began to push to end his marriage. Some of McCain's
acquaintances are less forgiving, however. They portray the
politician as a self-centered womanizer who effectively
abandoned his crippled wife to 'play the field'.
They accuse him of finally settling on Cindy, a former rodeo
beauty queen, for financial reasons.
Ted Sampley, who fought with US Special Forces in Vietnam
and is now a leading campaigner for veterans' rights,
said: 'I have been following John McCain's career
for nearly 20 years. I know him personally. There is
something wrong with this guy and let me tell you what it is
-deceit.' >
When he came home and saw that Carol was not the beauty he
left behind, he started running around on her almost right
away. Everybody around him knew it. Eventually he met Cindy
and she was young and beautiful and very wealthy.
At that point McCain just dumped Carol for something he
thought was better."
McCain is the classic opportunist. He's always reaching
for attention and glory,' he said. After he came home,
Carol walked with a limp. So he threw her over for a poster girl
with big money from Arizona. And the rest is history.'
Ross Perot, a billionaire Texas businessman, and a former
presidential candidate, who paid her medical bills all those
years ago, now believes that both Carol McCain and the
American people have been taken in by a man who is unusually
slick and cruel - even by the standards of modern politics.
Poor judgement with his family, poor judgement with his choice for VP, POOR JUDGEMENT IF HE IS CHOSEN AS THE NEXT PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!
First wife out of sight, how shallow can one man be?
Carol McCain
McCain likes to illustrate his moral fiber by referring to
his five years as a prisoner-of-war in Vietnam. And to
demonstrate his commitment to family values, the 71-year-
old former US Navy pilot pays warm tribute to his beautiful
blond wife, Cindy, with whom he has four children. But
there is another Mrs. McCain who casts a ghostly shadow over
the Senator's presidential campaign.
She is seldom seen and rarely written about, despite being mother to McCain's
three eldest children.
She was the woman McCain dreamed of during his long
incarceration and torture in Vietnam's infamous
'Hanoi Hilton' prison and the woman who faithfully
stayed at home looking after the children and waiting
anxiously for news. But when McCain returned to America in
1973 to a fanfare of publicity and a handshake from Richard Nixon, he discovered his wife had been disfigured in a terrible car crash three years earlier.
Her car had skidded on icy roads into a telegraph pole on Christmas Eve, 1969.
Her pelvis and one arm were shattered by the impact and she
suffered massive internal injuries.
When Carol was discharged from hospital after six months of
life-saving surgery, the prognosis was bleak. In order to
save her legs, surgeons had been forced to cut away huge sections of
shattered bone, taking with it her tall, willowy figure.
She was confined to a wheelchair and was forced to use a
catheter. Today, she stands at just 5' 4" in and
still walks awkwardly, with a pronounced limp. Her body is
held together by screws and metal plates and, at 70, her
face is worn by wrinkles that speak of decades of silent suffering.
For nearly 30 years, Carol has maintained a dignified
silence about the accident, McCain and their divorce. But
last week at the bungalow where she now lives at Virginia
Beach, a faded seaside resort 200 miles south of Washington,
she told The Mail on Sunday how McCain divorced her
in 1980 and married Cindy, 18 years his junior and the heir
to an Arizona brewing fortune, just one month later.
My marriage ended because John McCain didn't want to be
40, he wanted to be 25. You know that happens...it just
does.
In 1979 - while still married to Carol - he met Cindy at a
cocktail party in Hawaii. Over the next six months he
pursued her, flying around the country to see her. Then he
began to push to end his marriage. Some of McCain's
acquaintances are less forgiving, however. They portray the
politician as a self-centered womanizer who effectively
abandoned his crippled wife to 'play the field'.
They accuse him of finally settling on Cindy, a former rodeo
beauty queen, for financial reasons.
Ted Sampley, who fought with US Special Forces in Vietnam
and is now a leading campaigner for veterans' rights,
said: 'I have been following John McCain's career
for nearly 20 years. I know him personally. There is
something wrong with this guy and let me tell you what it is
-deceit.' >
When he came home and saw that Carol was not the beauty he
left behind, he started running around on her almost right
away. Everybody around him knew it. Eventually he met Cindy
and she was young and beautiful and very wealthy.
At that point McCain just dumped Carol for something he
thought was better."
McCain is the classic opportunist. He's always reaching
for attention and glory,' he said. After he came home,
Carol walked with a limp. So he threw her over for a poster girl
with big money from Arizona. And the rest is history.'
Ross Perot, a billionaire Texas businessman, and a former
presidential candidate, who paid her medical bills all those
years ago, now believes that both Carol McCain and the
American people have been taken in by a man who is unusually
slick and cruel - even by the standards of modern politics.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
I'm Wack
Yup. So what? I have finally reached the point of ultimate wackness. Hanging with your kids is great. It really is. But when did Saturday nights turn into Dora the Explorer and Go Diego Go marathons. Yes, I am sipping a glass of Riesling, but c'mon...shouldn't I be at a cool new restaurant or some new bar with corn-hugging heels on and jeans so tight I can't wear drawers?
Actually...I just remembered. I am not wack. As I sit here next to my daughter as she STILL sucks her thumb (yes, it's still very cute) I realize that this life ain't so bad afterall. That's right, I've been to the club and sweated my hair out and walked out barefoot because I danced like I was Johnnetta Travolta. And yeah, I still get to hit some hot restaurants when I'm smart enough to "work late" or book a babysitter.
So hey everybody! Listen up! I AM STILL COOL! Don't write me off just yet.
Okay, gotta go. It's time for the Backyardigans. I think I have a crush on Tyrone.
Friday, September 12, 2008
80'S BABY THROWBACK - SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK EDITION
Can it be that it was all so simple then (Wu Tang 1993). Good old school classic fun on a Saturday morning. Remember the highlight of your day was getting to the Fruity Pebbles first, and laying around all morning in the pajamas with the feet in them. Something to set your weekend off. It's kind of a slow news day.. okay.. for reals.. I didn't have enough time to research a good entry.. this blogging committment is like a job. Just consider this a nice filler until I can compose my thoughts. Keep the party going!
Three is the Magic Number
How a Bill Becomes a Law
Conjunction Junction!
Three is the Magic Number
How a Bill Becomes a Law
Conjunction Junction!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
9/11
Everyone will have their own version of what they experienced or how they felt on Tuesday morning 9/11/01. Some experienced this tragedy through several media outlets and some up close.
On that morning I got dressed, as usual, preparing to go to my job at L'Enfant Plaza in SW DC. That particular day, I decided to take Metro instead of driving, because I had stayed up late the night before and wanted to nap on the train, which was also a daily ritual. Because I worked in a secured federal building (right across from the Pentagon), I was used to the high level security protocol. It becomes a part of life in Washington. By the time I reach my desk, I get a CNN alert of the first plane hitting one of the Twin Towers. I'm shocked, but still removed emotionally (initially). As I expected with any sense of threat to national security, the announcement rings over the PA system to evacuate. This still was not abnormal, since in DC you evacuate just on GP atleast one a week, pre 9/11. My first inkling that things were not normal ... seeing Postal policemen running at full speed toward the exits (they NEVER run). As I reach the exit, I'm met by a crowd of people with the look of shock displayed on their faces. As I asked nervously.. "What happened?" A coworker points in the direction behind me. I turn to see, right across the Potomac, a large black smoke cloud over the Pentagon. My heart sunk. Disbelief. Washingtonians will tell you.. for so long, the elusive establishment known as the Pentagon was supposed to be the safest place on earth. The center of this country's military defense was penetrated. Panic ensued. We were told fighter jets were in the air to intercept another missing hijacked plane with its sights set on Washington. Since I work near the National Mall, it is pretty much an open field. No place to really take cover. We were being warned about possible snipers on the roof or suicide bombers. No communication, cell phones were immediately inoperable. I did a combination of a light jog/speed walk 40 blocks to a satellite office just to be out of harms way. With the Metro shut down, and cabs were not picking up any fares, we were instructed to leave the city. So me and another brave coworker chose to attempt another 30 + more block walk to reach downtown Silver Spring where we both lived. I remember stopping at a local Catholic church with their doors wide open. People were pouring in to stop and say a prayer. I gave a quick look to my walking partner and we also headed up those stairs to say a short prayer for the safety of our country. After about 10 more blocks up Georgia Avenue, by the grace of God, an already full Metro bus stopped to pick us up, no fare was collected .. it felt like we were rescued. In complete silence, we all sat in shock. Some gave reassuring looks, some were crying, still in disbelief. Dragging my swollen/throbbing feet to my front door, still not able to call my family in Atlanta to let them know I was okay and not knowing the full impact of the day.. I was met with the horrifying news that "the towers had fell". I broke down immediately as they began to estimate the death toll. I curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep. Eventhough I did not lose anyone during this tragedy, I did know many that lost loved ones or were somehow personally affected by the terrorist attacks. So as I watch the coverage on CNN commemorating this tragic event, it almost seems like yesterday. I still say a prayer for those touched by this tragedy.
On that morning I got dressed, as usual, preparing to go to my job at L'Enfant Plaza in SW DC. That particular day, I decided to take Metro instead of driving, because I had stayed up late the night before and wanted to nap on the train, which was also a daily ritual. Because I worked in a secured federal building (right across from the Pentagon), I was used to the high level security protocol. It becomes a part of life in Washington. By the time I reach my desk, I get a CNN alert of the first plane hitting one of the Twin Towers. I'm shocked, but still removed emotionally (initially). As I expected with any sense of threat to national security, the announcement rings over the PA system to evacuate. This still was not abnormal, since in DC you evacuate just on GP atleast one a week, pre 9/11. My first inkling that things were not normal ... seeing Postal policemen running at full speed toward the exits (they NEVER run). As I reach the exit, I'm met by a crowd of people with the look of shock displayed on their faces. As I asked nervously.. "What happened?" A coworker points in the direction behind me. I turn to see, right across the Potomac, a large black smoke cloud over the Pentagon. My heart sunk. Disbelief. Washingtonians will tell you.. for so long, the elusive establishment known as the Pentagon was supposed to be the safest place on earth. The center of this country's military defense was penetrated. Panic ensued. We were told fighter jets were in the air to intercept another missing hijacked plane with its sights set on Washington. Since I work near the National Mall, it is pretty much an open field. No place to really take cover. We were being warned about possible snipers on the roof or suicide bombers. No communication, cell phones were immediately inoperable. I did a combination of a light jog/speed walk 40 blocks to a satellite office just to be out of harms way. With the Metro shut down, and cabs were not picking up any fares, we were instructed to leave the city. So me and another brave coworker chose to attempt another 30 + more block walk to reach downtown Silver Spring where we both lived. I remember stopping at a local Catholic church with their doors wide open. People were pouring in to stop and say a prayer. I gave a quick look to my walking partner and we also headed up those stairs to say a short prayer for the safety of our country. After about 10 more blocks up Georgia Avenue, by the grace of God, an already full Metro bus stopped to pick us up, no fare was collected .. it felt like we were rescued. In complete silence, we all sat in shock. Some gave reassuring looks, some were crying, still in disbelief. Dragging my swollen/throbbing feet to my front door, still not able to call my family in Atlanta to let them know I was okay and not knowing the full impact of the day.. I was met with the horrifying news that "the towers had fell". I broke down immediately as they began to estimate the death toll. I curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep. Eventhough I did not lose anyone during this tragedy, I did know many that lost loved ones or were somehow personally affected by the terrorist attacks. So as I watch the coverage on CNN commemorating this tragic event, it almost seems like yesterday. I still say a prayer for those touched by this tragedy.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
COMIC RELIEF
I figured after all the hardcore political posts.. we can lighten things up a bit. This commercial is too cute. It illustrates the benefits of daughters having a father in their lives.. but whoever is married to "pops" might want to check their DL meter right about ... now. I'm wrong..
POLITICAL UPDATE
Watch CBS Videos Online
Where They Stand - CBS News
A clear concise way on getting a clearer picture of where each candidate stands in this election. It is not a secret on who I support in this election, but it doesn't hurt to expose oneself to all the issues. I'm not a blind voter! My only gripe about this news piece is ... "why the black family gotta be low income?".. (with pursed lips).
and in "KEEP THAT SH*T TO YOURSELF" news..
It is evident that Joe Biden needs a new speech writer. Is he trying to sabotage his own campaign? Somebody needs to tighten him up.. in ghetto lingo.. somebody needs to "drop a dime on that nicca".. (Belly flashback).
Excerpt from CNN article
“Make no mistake about this, Hillary Clinton is as qualified or more qualified than I am to be vice president of the United States of America. Let’s get that straight,” Biden said testily when a voter told Biden he was glad the Delaware senator had been chosen and not Clinton.
“She’s a truly close personal friend and she is qualified to be President of the United States of America, she’s easily qualified to be Vice President of the United States of America and quite frankly it might have been a better pick than me,” he continued.
And lastly... more time Obama has to take out of his campaign to combat McCain's below the belt tactics.. but its all just politics!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
GUILTY PLEASURES: TV EDITION
I would love to see the Nielsen ratings info for the following two shows. I just want to get an idea if I'm the target audience. I'm glued to both of these shows.. and don't think for one minute I'm proud of it. That is why this blogger has hidden her identity (HELLO!). Should I be glued to "Baldwin Hills", "New York Goes to Hollywood" or "Luke: Parental Advisory"? I can't... I even lost a little faith in my previous favorite "Run's House".. and if "Black Men Revealed" is supposed to be an honest discussion about life and relationships from a black man's perspective.. I'm running for the hills.. Speaking of The Hills..
The Hills - Season 4 Trailer
Season after season, I threaten that this will be my last. I'm too old, and on paper.. I have nothing in common with these people.. BUT.. I can't help it. Yes.. it's highly scripted.. and the plots are somewhat trivial.. but maybe it's the thought that if I was half focused while in my 4 (okay 5) years at college, I could have the fabulous job in the fashion industry where I can hop a jet and travel to Paris, be on the guest lists at all the hot (hawt) LA parties or sit front row at New York's fashion week. Ahhh... a girl can dream can't she?
Gossip Girl - Season 2 Trailer
I can't go into detail about Gossip Girl yet. The common thread between these two shows are they are white and they are rich. Am I having a "low self esteem moment" since I am neither? Uh oh.. somebody grab a copy of "Good Times". I think I just had a breakthrough.. (my therapists would be so proud). Okay.. I'm done.. I'm emotionally drained now!
The Hills - Season 4 Trailer
Season after season, I threaten that this will be my last. I'm too old, and on paper.. I have nothing in common with these people.. BUT.. I can't help it. Yes.. it's highly scripted.. and the plots are somewhat trivial.. but maybe it's the thought that if I was half focused while in my 4 (okay 5) years at college, I could have the fabulous job in the fashion industry where I can hop a jet and travel to Paris, be on the guest lists at all the hot (hawt) LA parties or sit front row at New York's fashion week. Ahhh... a girl can dream can't she?
Gossip Girl - Season 2 Trailer
I can't go into detail about Gossip Girl yet. The common thread between these two shows are they are white and they are rich. Am I having a "low self esteem moment" since I am neither? Uh oh.. somebody grab a copy of "Good Times". I think I just had a breakthrough.. (my therapists would be so proud). Okay.. I'm done.. I'm emotionally drained now!
Friday, September 5, 2008
WHAT HIP HOP IS SUPPOSED TO BE...
I will not give up.. I will not relinquish my need to educate the weaker ones.. to be the beacon of light that is called true "hip hop". I won't outgrow this.. its in my blood. Swagger is earned not given. Can someone please school Flo-Rida (insert any wack rapper here)? CLASSIC!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY..
I whole heartedly agree with John Stewart. The Republicans love to talk out of the side of their necks. Compliments of Perez Hilton. Back peddling at its GREATEST! High-larious!!
A BIRTHDAY FOR THE QUEEN
Yes.. it is Queen B's birthday today. I have taken the day off to commerate this special event. I started the day with brushing my teeth to my Beyonce Knowles Carter playlist, headed downstairs for some breakfast and watched my "Beyonce Experience Live" DVD while toasting my frozen waffles, then going on all my favorite blog sites and posting how Beyonce should run for President in 2012. I will cap the day off by going to my local Macy's and purchasing all of the House of Dereon's clothing (cause it's so classy).
I'm sooooo kidding!
INDIGNANT HAS A NEW FACE...
Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick takes plea deal and resigns from office.
I'm still amazed that through this whole process he still can have that arrogant smirk on his face. Pride is a powerful thing. You usually don't discover that until you are out on your a**. BYE!!!
Little Brian tries to take on "Boomkat"
I knew things were going downhill when Little Brian coudn't master that "step ball change" combo. In my opinion, it is a total b*tch move to get in a shouting match on national television with a woman (if you are a male), especially if you are more famous in your own head than you are in reality. Yes, Notorious LAG is quite annoying, but I would be doing the "pop lock" in reverse motion and moon walking at the same time if I had the opportunity these guys have. Moral of the story .. SUCK IT UP or KICK ROCKS!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
CLEAN MUSIC WEDNESDAYS
Brandy - "Right Here"
At request of my (older) sister, this song has grown on me. It doesn't irritate me when it comes on in the car, and no one is making lude references to "giving someone the business". I give it two thumbs up.
The Vistoso Bosses - "Delirious"
Nice, clean, all American fun right here! Now this is what teenie boppers should be singing about. I hope they catch on. I have the inside track on these young ladies. Check out more info at their myspace page.
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