Friday, October 31, 2008


Ladies and Gentlemen,
We are technically 4 days away from THE BIGGEST ELECTION in our lifetime. I am here to tell you, If Senator Obama does not become the next President of the US, WE will not see a man of color in this position for a VERY LONG TIME!!! He has the ability, power, authority, education, and credentials to make the change that America needs. Attached, please find direct quotes from the November 1st edition of THE ECONOMIST< a magazine that I thoroughly respect and one that Gov. SARAH PALIN COULD NOT NAME IN HER INTERVIEW WITH KATIE COURIC!!! She actually could not name any.... she evaded the question AS USUAL....

Thank you to the Economist who has been very diplomatic throughout out this entire election and tried to state the current issues at hand as factually as possible.

Click here to read the article in its entirety:

Some standout quotes:

"For all the shortcomings of the campaign, both John McCain and Barack Obama offer hope of national redemption. Now America has to choose between them. The Economist does not have a vote, but if it did, it would cast it for Mr Obama. We do so wholeheartedly: the Democratic candidate has clearly shown that he offers the better chance of restoring America’s self-confidence. But we acknowledge it is a gamble. Given Mr Obama’s inexperience, the lack of clarity about some of his beliefs and the prospect of a stridently Democratic Congress, voting for him is a risk. Yet it is one America should take, given the steep road ahead."

Chelsea and Chocolate

My two favorite late-night combos, together again. Chelsea and some nice lookin' choc-co-late sittin' down for an interview. This time it's our favorite Southern cutie-pie, T.I. and last night Chelsea learned the real definition of Rubberband Man, while she spread her legs wide, flirted with her pink toes and rubbed her cleavage in front of ATL's finest. Ummm-hmmm. Not only that, she kept her signature dry humor going when she asked, quite craftly, I may add, about the mamas of his SIX babies. He let her know that one of the mamas is "significant". Hmmm, I just wonder who that could be. Please watch -- HILARIOUS!


I would like to introduce our new weekly post.. How to embarrass yourself...

Since I'm in the common habit of laughing at others (I'm going to counseling for this), I figured the Three Brown Chicks can turn the tables on themselves. So each week, one of the chicks will reveal something embarrassing. I think it will be very difficult for me since I am awesome and perfect in every way imaginable.


I dislike funerals. I'm never comfortable being among the non living. I haven't been to a funeral since my grandmother's passing in 2005. NEVER to make light of the pain associated with someone's untimely passing, I went to the funeral to show support for a former coworker. As usual, I'm late. So I find a parking space, jump out the car and see a line of fellow mourners entering the church. Because of my hastiness, I don't pay attention to see who is in the line. I follow the line inside and prepare myself for the viewing. Since the dearly departed was part of the Atlanta Police Department, the whole bottom level of the church was completely packed with APD officers. My first thought is "How do I get to the balcony?". Once I get down the aisle, I realize I'm in the "FAMILY" line. Oh no! How do I get out without looking like a complete LOSER? So as I proceed past the casket, I try to make a dash for the rear and was politely shoved by a senior member of the Usher Board into the family seating section. Cringe! How do you plead your case in the middle of a funeral to a 70 year old black woman with a stern look on her face holding a fan? I thought I heard the whispers of ..."who is that?" and "how is she sitting with the family?" I wanted to kick myself. It was evident I was not up to date on my funeral protocol. The only thing I could think of is I have to make my escape before the processional to exit. I did not want to be caught walking behind the casket. Luckily, the woman next to me got up to go to the bathroom, so I just followed her to the back and found appropriate seating with the rest of the non family mourners. EMBARRASSING!! SORRY JESUS.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


It was difficult for me to blog about the Hudson tragedy, because of the brutal nature in which these lives were taken and also now to know that her 7 year old nephew met the same fate. Without having all the facts and this medium not being a respected news outlet, please take the following comments as just opinions.

Being a single female, I will be the first to admit that I don't always pick the "right" guy. My past dating record is littered with a few "what was I thinking?" examples. We've all had our encounters with that mystical character known as the "bad boy". He's elusive, but we read that as he's complicated and sensitive. The dude, in your younger days (and some current), that may have not always had his sh*t together.. whether it was emotionally or financially, but you liked his game, swagger, he had a little pull. So you entertained his bullsh*t for a specified amount of time until that aspect was no longer attractive. Of course, once sex enters the picture, lets just say the situation can become cloudy. So while you're in the haze of excitement and good sex, your judgement may not always be clear. Is this what happened to Julia Hudson? Yes, her current situation is the worst result or consequence of making the wrong decision about who you decide to love... but were there signs.. yellow flags.. a flashing red light that she chose to ignore? Now, what I may consider to be deal breakers like.. an attempted murder charge.. may be considered water under the bridge by others. I'm by far not the only person that is thinking it, but I know Julia's heart is riddled with guilt over that fateful choice she made to bring this person into her life. It may have cost her family. In no way I am placing the full blame on her, but certain actions have consequences. Especially with an innocent child in the picture, they look to the parent to provide a safe environment. My heart sinks to think that little Julian King's life had to end over something he had nothing to do with.
Not having children, my view may be a little skewed.. but I listened as the mother of William Balfour defended him to the high heavens and proclaimed his innocense... even though he's had a violent past and a lengthy criminal record. We've all seen it before. I have relatives that defend their young sons to no end. Nothing is ever their fault, and they learn to take no accountability for their actions. I had a first cousin who was on the run from the police for a shooting, but his mother was ready to ship him off to Canada to save him from being prosecuted. She was an enabler. So he never learned the fundamentals of right and wrong. Those lessons that are never learned always manifest into someone else's tragedy. Just a thought..


As we all know by now.. Deshawn's exclusive "GALA" event fell flat on its face. Not to be cruel, since it was for a good cause.. BUT.. Dwight Eubanks, the resident gay husband and my new best friend was onto something when he enlightened NeNe on inviting free loaders to a charity event. This is Atlanta. The city's mission statement should read "We are a bunch of posers and we like free sh*t". We all must learn the hard way.. too bad Deshawn got schooled on national television. Better luck next time!

Sidenote: Does NeNe own a bra? (crickets chirping).. anyone.. really ... anyone?

Monday, October 27, 2008


Okay.. I know my faithful readers cannot wrap their intellectual heads around why 2 of the 3 "chicks" are obsessed with The Hills. I can't call it. Hey.. I had to take a break so I wouldn't overdose on all the 24 hour CNN coverage of the election. It has been 4 years in the making since Laguna Beach. Anyway, a short recap. Audrina is a complete idiot! If I ever see her in the streets, I'll hog tie her down, drive her to the nearest hospital and have a medical surgeon insert a spine into her back. This was the purest example of how the nice guy finishes lasts and is ruined for the next girl in line (usually me). Audrina dumps nice, sexy (with the Australian accent) Corey for wackass.. I don't take regular showers, and kiss other chicks in front of you Justin Bobby! It won't be cute 5 years from now when nobody cares about The Hills and Justin-Bobby has impregnated Audrina three times over and they are living in a trailer park on the outskirts of Culver City. For those of you who would be nauseated at the thought of watching a full episode, I will post a shorter version when the clip becomes available. I would post this under my reality show recap post.. but.. who are we kidding.... FYI.. Brandy (the singer) makes a cameo on this episode.. how do you spell D-E-S-P-E-R-A-T-E!

Friday, October 24, 2008


Hello People! Stick a fork in me.. I'm done! In the last month I've seen Atlanta Hartsfield Airport more than I've seen my mama, and she lives 10 minutes from me. I don't know how I'm doing it. I'm in ChicagoLand playing Mary Poppins to my niece and nephew while my sister is being whisked away for a well deserved vacay in Vegas with the hubby. The first full day is going smoothly, Scootie Poot (the one year old) is napping comfortably in her crib, and Stink Stink (the 3 yr old) is at school.. (PRAISE JESUS!). I'm getting a crash course on what it is like being a stay at home mom. I have to make this post quick, since I'm also need to be napping before Baby Jane wakes up and the other one needs to be picked up from school. I'm only 6 hours in. Oh.. and the party is not over. I was left with a full list of weekend activities. What one and three year old do you know that has a full social itinerary? I think I was hoodwinked! I thought I could stick a Happy Meal in their mouths, turn on Thomas the Train and call it a day. Not so! The three year old has no idea that his mama has abandoned him to go play footsie with his father somewhere in the middle of the desert (I'll be prepared for that tatrum), and that little one goes through more diapers than a newborn on prune juice. Let's just say she is VERY regular. I'll ask for your prayers while I'm knee deep in baby wipes and poop!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


If you missed it last night...OOOOOHHHHH you missed it. This has been the most HILARIOUS episode yet. From Ne Ne clowning Kim's cuuuuntry music demo songs, to Dallas Austin trying to not completely crack up when he heard it for himself, to more Ne Ne drama with her DNA dad...and finally, 50 percent of the housewives saying AXED (instead of asked) with their "new money" accents. DeShawn actually said "jew-ree"...what is that?!? There's and "L" in there classy lady! I know I am dogging it, but I LOVE this show. If you missed it, please catch the re-run ASAP!


Thank you JESUS! Yes, we do use this site as a gossipy, sometimes honestly shallow forum, but we love those juicy indulgences...and we plan to keep it going. But today, today I have to testify. Without going into too much revealing detail (sorry, maybe another day when this is all resolved) I have been going through some major D-R-A-M-A. Let's just say I was on the verge of throwing in the towel, and then, like usual, the Lord Jesus Christ stepped in. I was on the run, not listening, trying to solve it on my own. And then today the stars just aligned. I'm not saying this saga is completely over, but if you're going through something now, just trust, He will bring you out of it. It won't be without tears and sleepless nights, but please know it will be handled. God loves us all, and he wants us to be happy. At the very least, just remember that. Peace and blessings!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


Yes, Ladies and Gentleman.. I voted today against my previous stance on voting on November 4th. Because my mind is twisted, I think everything is a conspiracy. Hearing all these shady stories about voting machine not saving the votes and tallying the wrong answers. I can see it now.. on CNN.. "Over 200,000 votes registered before November 4th disappear into thin air". Remember, this is Georgia. I for one do believe (in the back of my mind) that they will pull out all the stops before election day to make sure Barack does not get in office. I hope they prove me wrong.... so today.. I VOTED!!! early!

The Hills Have Eyes...Audrina FINALLY Wakes Up (almost)

Dear Audrina: Since I'm 30+, I can tell you that we've all been there...well at least I have. Liking the "bad boy" who you know likes you back, but not really enough. You may even be too young to remember the book, "He's Just Not that Into You". Although it was just a few years ago, you were probably still watching the Disney Channel. But now that you're all grown up, here's the deal...He will NEVER be that into you. I'm not being harsh, just honest. And believe me, it has nothing to do with you. Yes, you're still "HOT" as you and all of your other LA-area pink toes say, so don't question your beauty. I guess you're kind of smart, I mean smart enough pimp MTV for cold hard cash, so I'll give you that. But my dear sister, you have to wake up. First of all, don't go for a guy with a hyphenated first name. Justin-Bobby? C'MON! Second, he wears leather to the pool. And finally, he's all in your face, but is pumped when he "earns" his "free hall pass" to get on other chicks in Cabo. (RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!). So if that's not enough, partnered with Lauren's constant droning on about Colin being the better pick (although I have yet to see her in a successful relationship -- not sure why she's always got input) -- then please believe me...MOVE ON!

Monday, October 20, 2008


I knew this was going to happen. My fallopian tubes just did a double summersault with reverse landing off my uterine wall and I am completely jealous that Clay Aiken learned those dance steps faster than me (drat!). I know I have a few male readers.. so if you are not quite secure in your manhood, I suggest you not watch the above clip. I suddenly have a craving for Fruity Pebbles. Thanks to Crunk & Disorderly for the clip.


Nothing earth shattering here. Just surfing the net, like I do every morning. Wow, if I put half the effort into my PAYING job as I do on this blog, I might be able to pay off the Master Card by December. Anywho... just a few images that made me say.. WTF? FYI, I could've just gone downtown this weekend since BET brought their annual circus to town. I could've have plenty of material, but mama was too tired to indulge. I'll keep you updated on the foolishness as it filters to me. It is totally evident that I am completely bored today. Tomorrow is a new day...

Sunday, October 19, 2008


The relationship between fathers and daughters is so instrumental. After some surprising personal events over the last few days, it has caused me to self analyze why I am they way I am. Growing up the youngest daughter of two girls, I always felt that adoration from my father as a little girl. He was always very protective and doting. I think he looked at his family as a badge of honor, an accomplishment of progression on how he grew up. Not to delve too deeply into his past, but out of 14 brothers and sisters, he was crowned the "successful one" of the family. The one who against most odds left a very segregated and racist upbringing in West Virginia, to become one of the top 20 minority automobile dealers in the nation. Growing up, that is what I witnessed. The expectation that you could be a risk taker and be successful (which explains some of my recent career moves.. still working on the successful part).

I had the father that worked hard, but always came home, took his family on vacations, paid for private schools and college, the list goes on. Fast forward 20 years, that perfect family is now broken by divorce and that special relationship between father and daughter is all but non existent. Not a day goes by where I don't ask.. how did we get here? The infrastructure that was laid in my early years would've not predicted this outcome. The reach of this hidden dysfunction was more wide spread that I could've have ever imagined. As you hit your mid (early) thirties, you do alot of soul searching. Trying to figure out the meaning of things and why you go through certain experiences.

Let's do a little back tracking. While my father was a great provider and was present in the home, he was not that emotional father. Not a person you could go to if you had a problem about a neighborhood bully or a school boy crush. Maybe because he was very conservative and traditional in his beliefs, that responsiblity was solely given to my mother (The Nurturer). It was understood, that after a certain age, it was not cool to cry in front of my father. If caught doing so, you were ridiculed to no end. Maybe that was his way of toughening me up for the real world. Instead, it left a hole.

My father is the KING OF WITHDRAWAL. If you wanted to discuss a topic deemed too emotional, you were met with rejection (that fear of rejection is a beast). I've always wanted that father who would give you a hug, remember your birthday, just call you up to tell you that he loves you. For so long, I pretended that I didn't need that. I would mask my pain with indifference or in return distance myself emotionally from him. So how does that translate into current times? Everything is connected. I think when I begin the process of getting involved in a relationship with the opposite sex (dating), my selection process is quite detailed. If I get the sense that you can be respectful, have a sense of humor, allow me to be as silly and uninhibited as I can be... that is a start. Of course, that spark is very important. Sometimes it can take weeks, months.. dare I say YEARS for me to reach the point of REALLY LIKE.. I don't take it lightly. After all of this pre screening, I hope it would safe guard me from any pitfalls.

Now realistically speaking, I know there are always risks, and you can't control the other persons behavior.. BUT you usually can see some signs on how to proceed. So when I get to that crucial point and I let my guard down.. which is hard to do.. and that person withdrawals.. it is a flashback to the insecurity of my father. It's a defense mechanism.. we all have them. So my reaction is to do the same. I think I search for that closeness with the men that I'm romantically linked with, but end up sometimes choosing the guy that mimics my father (twisted.. I know). When I sense that rejection, I turn cold as ICE.

In everyday life, I'm a happy, funny (I think so), giving, loyal person who looks for the best in life. Just this one aspect I can't get a grasp on. Maybe the answer is in some way to try and resolve those issues of the past instead of letting them fester and die. I may have to "man up" and have the awkward conversation with my father. To ask why! Maybe it will clear up alot of unanswered questions and help me make better decisions in the future.

OH SNAP! part 2

Colin Powell officially endorses Barack Obama! Oh Snap!!! In your face McCain.. In your face!!!! (ha). Okay Condi.. we need you to step up to close this thing out. Let's bring it home. When the revolution comes.. Condi you might want to be on that email list... I'm just sayin..

OBAMA '08!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Lips So Soft

Nah, I'm not talkin 'bout that Avon product that fights off even the most giant mosquitos in the summer heat...I'm talkin 'bout LIPS so soft that feel like they are enveloping your face when you really get into that kiss. UMMMM-HMMMM. And the best lips are usually possessed by the Brothas. Sorry male "pink toes" this (among other areas) is where you just don't measure up. Just thoughts...and some early morning reminiscing. Thanks for reliving my pleasure moments with me. Time to eat some cereal and head back to dreamland.


The new Christian Louboutins

HAWT! My heart went a flutter just at a glimpse. If my foot arch could sustain.. I would show up to every high profile event (if I had life) with these shoes.. butt naked. Seriously, no one would be checking for my girly parts, they would be mesmerized by the sheer fierceness these corn coverers exude! Of course, I couldn't walk more than 100 feet at a time without resting, I would need atleast two handlers to make sure I was upright at all times, a doctor to safely surgically remove them at the end of the night, and a prescription for pain killers. That is the funny thing about women, we will shop at Old Navy or Target all day long, but we would go through unspeakable pain and put a second (third) mortgage on our house to rock these shoes for 30 minutes! Work b*tch!!

Friday, October 17, 2008


My lady pants got all in a bunch watching the latest news coverage that secret service are in the ATL to track down a few idiots sending hate mail to local residents. Check the article if you feel like being pissed off. I decided to focus on something to lift my spirits such as David Alan Grier's new show Chocolate News on Comedy Central. Dave Chappelle he is not, but close enough!

My personal favorite is the Velvet Slingshot.

Keep the party going!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

On My Way to Regina King-Like Hotness

Brenda's Got a Baby! What the?!? 227's Brenda done really growed up! Now I know like we all do, that Regina King has been working on the small and big screens since the early days of hangin' with Jackee' and Florence (I know her real name is Marla Gibbs) on the front stoop of 227, but GAWT DAYUUUM, she is looking HOT TO DEF these days. And ladies, when the somewhat "regular" chick turns hottie, you know you can get your tail in the gym and make it happen. No, we don't all have personal trainers or long dollars for a personal chef, but c'mon chicks, this is BRENDA! Don't act like you don't remember those feathered flip 'dos she had and the oversized sweatshirts when she was trying to get with Calvin. Since seeing this episode of Chelsea Lately, who by the way is one of my new "pink toe" BFFs of all time, I have been motivated to keep my workout going. Please watch the entire clip and look at her 'friggin LEGS. Okay, I am so straight, but my nipples are getting hard just watching this. YUMMY!


Now.. before you start to say how foul I am for posting this.. I had internal dilemmas all morning. While I do feel that no matter what size/shape you are, everyone has the right to exude their sexiness to whomever they choose. I don't know if she had a flashback of her younger days at Magic City, but some sh*t never needs to see the light of day. My prayer: "Kang Jesus, I humbly ask for your forgiveness for busting out into hysterics after viewing the above video. I pray that you will show me the light and help me to understand that it is not nice to laugh at others. In your precious name I pray ... AMEN!" The hysterics begin around 1:39!

Save me children!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


The Real Housewives of Atlanta

NeNe still reeling from getting played at Sheree's party last week was still in stank mode but pulled it together for Kim's siliconed themed birthday party for her adolescent daughter. This is soooooo Atlanta!


A face only a mother could love.. and the house sitter, grandma, and random neighborhood kids down the street. In the last day.. since returning from my trip to DC.. he's been acting a little strange. I'll find him glaring at me out of the corner of his eye.. watching my every move. You know how when you are sleeping and you get that scary feeling someone is watching you.. so you open your eyes to find Freddy Kruger standing over you with those damn fingers made out of Ginsu knives (that is my personal nightmare)? That was last night's episode, except Little Kingston was not in his bed, but standing near my bedroom door quiet as a mouse but ears and tail extended and a sharp look in his eye. All I know, since my return, I've had a black cat conveniently take a coffee break on my back patio, finding a nice size random dump near my luggage, and I think he rolled his eyes at me this morning. Somebody has some internal issues they need to work out. I don't know what is going on.. but if I see any signs of CUJO revisited.. he is out of here!


If you are like me.. by now, this election coverage has become quite tedious. At this point, most people know who they are voting for on November 4th. Unless, the bones come flying out the closet and Barack is caught tongue kissing RuPaul (I'd still vote for him) it is not too much more information I need to know. Jon Stewart seems to take the pain out of all this political coverage with his sarcastic take on the daily developments from the campaign trail. This week's Giggle Box Hall of Fame Moment hits right around 1:58... WAIT FOR IT.. seriously.. WAIT FOR IT!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Ladies and Gentlemen,
If you have not seen this, It may bring an emotional stirring from you. It is very powerful so PLEASE, I mean PLEASE!!! MAKE SURE YOU ARE REGIGISTERED TO VOTE AND GO VOTE ON NOVEMBER 4, 2008!

Monday, October 13, 2008


Beyonce - "Single Ladies"

This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it! I had to take a few days off to possible relocate and find a job with some benefits. Nothing was truly inspiring me to blog until I got the news my twin (HA!) released some new videos. I'm having such a fabulous day, and to cap it off with the video for "Single Ladies". I LOVE HER! I'm trying to download it to my phone so I can secretly learn the whole dance routine before Christmas. I have already put in a call to my physician to refill my "stalker pills" so I can maintain my obessession anonymously. P.S. Does anybody know where I can get the one shoulder onesie that snaps between the legs? Just wondering..

Friday, October 10, 2008



Avant - When It Hurts

Still packing for my big trip to the Chocolate City.. VH1 Soul is on in the background. My Yorkie starts to bark loudly at the television and run in circles.. he does that when someone rings the door bell or when he is witnessing the highest level of bullsh*t. Please watch the video above. If the scenario layed out in the video has happened to you.. and you took that nicca back.. I got some Florida swamp land I'd like to sell you. B*TCH PLEASE! Good song though.


I have found true love. It was right under my nose the whole time. I must be in that infatuation stage where I could spend hours upon hours intertwined in it's glamour! How did it slip past me? All this time. I see myself in a whole new light (literally). I try not to keep talking about it. I want it to stay my little secret, but soon it will creep out and everyone will run through it like Karrine Steffan's panty drawer on pay day. With the recession looming.. I can't keep up with the Joneses with my Seven, True Religion, and Citizens. Something has to give. At first, I didn't know where to turn, but one of my fashionable friends pointed me in the direction of the roman numerals XXI. I'm addicted.. will somebody PUHLEEZE pry the skinny jeans out of my hands and escort me to the food court so I can clear my head. A sales associate just caught me fondling a table of graphic tees.. I screamed "but they're only $4.50!". I'll be over in accessories! Master Card has put out an APB on my wallet. HELP!

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Tina Fey NAILS it AGAIN!!! Sarah Palin is NOT ready for ANYTHING EXCEPT being the Governor of ALASKA!!!

If you watched the VP debate (shame on you if you didn't) this is a hilarious rendition, but close as hell to what actually was said by Palin, and a funny depiction of Biden( I think he did a DARN good job, if I say so myself :) However, ANY person with an ounce of logic could see past her SHENANIGANS!!!! Shout out to Queen Latifah! Great job replicating Gwen Ifill!! If you have not done so already, REGISTER TO VOTE AND MAKE IT HAPPEN!!! OBAMA IN 2008!!


Good Evening faithful disciples. I bring you great tidings of deliverance from the 10th row pew, far left of the Cascade United Methodist Church. Honestly, this place (church) still mystifies me. I've had an internal dilemma for most of my life of doing what I want (being selfish) and doing what I know is right. The right thing to do is gleefully rise early EVERY Sunday morning with a smile on my face to put on my Sunday's best and join other worshipers in the house of the Lord. My heart has always told me it was the right thing to do. It was the way I was raised... but here I find myself on some (most) Sundays making excuses on why I'm not present on every Sunday. The older I get, those whispers of guilt become louder. So lately.. I have been present on that 10th pew, far left.. to hear the divine message picked out just for me. In some way shape or form, I can always pull something from that message that will comfort me or a family member/close friend. You know how you pray for others in the hope that someone is always praying for you. I practice that alot! I've never decided to go to church and then later regretted it. It is a place of solitude and reflection. I can laugh, listen intently or even cry without being judged. So my question, why is it hard to commit? With all the many blessings in my life, why can't I give HIM a solid 2 hours a week. I'll pray on it and get back to you. Until then.. I'll be on that 10th row pew on the far left.

Thursday, October 2, 2008


Usher - Trading Places

One word... HAWT! No I don't claim to be an Usher enthusiasts, especially after he became unhappily wedded to Man-eka... BUT kudos for his newest video. I think this is what great sex looks like .. if I spent the afternoon daydreaming.. instead of trying to come up with ways on how this BAILOUT is going to help momma keep her lights on this month (another subject.. different post). If you could come up with a fantasy of bumping pelvic bones with that someone special.. this is what you would come up with. Of course, I would need a stylist, hair, makeup, air brushing, special lighting, and a body double for my conquest to even compete.. but a girl can dream can't she? If you can't take the soulful stylings of Usher's vocal chords, watch it on MUTE like I did. You get the same effect. FYI.. the stairwell scene got your girl thinking... (blushing)