A True Southern Belle

It's raining in DC...

2011-04-19T13:25:00.000-07:00

I am here on business and the weather is not the best, but it's aight. I've been talking about moving out of San Diego for over 5 years, 1st it was Atlanta, but it's only good for crackin off, scrip clubs and a nice short haircut, too plastique for my taste. Then It was Bham and Lawd, knows I loves the crib, but I just ain't ready for that yet ;) I considered DC and I just couldn't see it, why? I couldn't say. But I'll be up here a lot more for the next year...we'll see! The Sweetener and I just closed on a new home, so we'll be in SD for at least another 5 years!!!
...From the mind of a True Southern Belle.

Your Bread & Butta!!!

2010-02-26T17:10:00.000-08:00

Now, I was just listening to an old Beenie Siegal song with that exact title. Now exactly what does it mean to let a Neer be your Bread and Buttah, you may ask?? That means he is the Chix Wings and/or the Gizzards and the Hot Sauce, the Greens and the smoked meat, the car and the gas, the RED Kool Aid and the SUGAR!!!
Awww Damn!! I know, I know, you ain't mean to let it go that far, I know sugah, I know!!

He is everythang and everythang revolves around him and mostly likely his PAPERWORKS, his MONIES, his Cheeze!!!

His Cake, his scratch, his scrilla, oh you damn show undastands what I am speakin on!! U gets it!!

You can't NEVAH, EVAH, EVAH let no MAN be your Bread and Buttah!

Even if he is you betta not let him know that ish! Cuz that's when they tends to ack a monkey, cut da buck, show theys ass and all other sorts of FUCKERY!

On erythang I loves, BE YOUR OWN WOMAN and in turn you shall be your own bread & buttah!

If not @ least try to PHUCK with a Neer that at least works for a Bakery ;-)!!! DAMN!!!

Pick Two.....

2010-02-24T11:59:00.000-08:00

Look at the above and pick 2 out the 3. I know many will say "Good Looking" and "Intelligent", but are you willing to accept a smart "Emotionally Unstable" dude or chick? Remember, Pretty is, as Pretty does, I'm just sayin.... Off top physical attractiveness is what may draw you in, but can/will it keep you? It will if you're really, really into that sort of thing. I think that's pretty shallow to think that your hazel eyes or Phatt Tail could hide your intellectual ineptness, bipolar personality...for very long. We tend to overlook certain character flaws if other certain characteristics are really pronounced! (wink, wink) Or you may go with "Intelligent" and "Emotionally Stable", but do you really want to cupcake with a EWOK??!! (I know a few of my guhls will say, If he's smart & UN-Crazy, Uhhhh YEAH!!) I know, I know, choices, choices....

Choices, we all have them and WE all are forced to make them. Personally, I don't really like a dude that's toooo cute! If he's in the mirror more than I, then Naw I'm cool! Even one that "Thinks" he's cute is a turn-off! I can be an emotional creature and I need a somewhat emotionally stable dude to understand that facet of me, NOW what I am not is unstable, so the emotional rollercoaters that come with having that type of mate, NAW I am NOT willing to ride, no matter how "GOOD" the ride may be, feel me??

So you take the time and view the triangle and see what 2 sides are you looking for, better Yet WHAT 2 sides are you offering....

...From the mind of a True Southern Belle.

The names change........

2010-02-24T10:46:00.000-08:00

*********************************True Story Time!!*************************** I was in Bham for my Annual Sabbatical, Aight it was Classic Weekend '09, BHAM Stand UP!! When I say it went down and it Was Poppin!! Mannnn, I almost had to forward my mail!! AnyWHO! So my girls took me erywhere, and I mean erywhere!! After Ovah-Crackin I am sitting with my Moms' in Pell City (located what seems like about 15 mins from The Body Tap in The "A" once again I'm just sayin...) it's quite a drive, but I am reliving the past week telling her my tales about my Bham Expeditions!!

So, I tells her we went to "The Cozy Corner" and she just sorta starting staring into space and starts snapping her fangers and starts laughing, so I was like what's funny Ma! She was like GUHL, I used to to go to The Cozy! I'm like huh? Yep, when I was 18!! Me & your Grandma!! Now, ya'll I was like, NAW!! She said Grandma used to wear her hot pink, hot shorts up in there and dance all night to the Rockola!! When I say I almost passed out!

And then I started tell her the FIRST Hater!! Ole guhl that works there wit "Fanger Waves" Ms. Carol or Lucy or sumthin anotha! Momma said, "Is she STILL there??" I was like huh? That lady has to be OVAH 68 yrs old!! She said that my Grandma didn't like her tail NEITHER!!! I was like I guess it runs in the Fam, cause she don't like me Neither!! So we are chopping it up and Momma is rolling on the floor asking is the food still good and I'm like Yes Ma'am!!

Just a reminder of No matter where you go, there you are!! I thought I was doing something NEW and My Momma & My Granny had already been there, done that and was on to the NEXT!!

I guess it is true, the names change but the game is still the same and at the Same PLACE, No LESS!! AllReady!!!

I know I shouldna Left you, without a strong beat to step to...

2010-02-18T11:21:00.000-08:00

Yeah, yeah, yeah I know!! Where you been Guhl? You ain't posted ISH!! I've been reading and re-reading yo old stuff!! HUMPH!!

OK, let me do a quick 2009 rundown on what I had crackin....

-I broke up with him (You know who), we got back together and broke up AGAIN!!
-I focused more on my spirit, I started back attending Bible Study and church on a regular (Got my seat back, uummm thank you and yes Imma need you to SLIDE Down, NAH!)
-I learned how to do the Cupid Shuffle (Now I need a bar of the MJ slide mess!!)
-I went to LONDON, TOKYO, Miami, Atlanta, NYC and BHAM & CRACKED OFF!! Yes Ma'am!!
-I cleaned and purged the closets (both of them), I donated, I prayed, I meditated!
-I got mad love from my girlfriends (As usual!!)
-I reconnected with my family in The "D"!!
-I went to B'ham for Magic City Classic and CLOWNEDIDIDIDDD!! Hey, Georgia May!!
-I met somebody at home, he turned out to be a CLOWN!! A cutey, but still a CLOWN!! BUT It's all LOVE!!
-I went backwards, I went forward, I got off the Emotional Roller coaster and Sat my HINDPART DOWN!!
-I fell out with my Blackberry and fell head ovah heels in love with the IPhone!!
-I started with them Dang Kettle bells and now I'm Feeling like I just got outta the Penitentiary, Yeah On SWOLE!! (U gone eat yo cornbread??!!)
-I grew tired of looking for him and let him find me.... and then I Exhaled!!!
-My baby came back home, and I am now a momma again you know, cooking, admonishing and the like, checkin in and out like a LIBERRY BOOK!! Lol!!
-I am in love with me (Never fell out of that)
-I am a master chef and seamstress (it's all in my mind like Mariah Carey)!!
-I met FaceBook and my whole life changed! It's like I imagined Crack would be, but more.
-I reconnected with my Bham fam!! Hey ya'll!! Now I always feel like I am at home! I can now slow down the pace and breathe!
-Yes, I am still in love with Stringer Bell and had a fall out with him (the old boo) about a tv character, yeah, insecurity AIN'T cute!!
-I remembered who I belonged to and let all that MESS GO!!
----All In all 2009 was FIYAH and I would do it ALL OVER AGAIN!!

…. Here’s the problem with most Men! (yeah, another Chris Brown post)

2009-02-10T15:09:00.000-08:00

(Found this on one of my fave BLOGS and just had to share, http://ohellnawlblog.com/newohnblog/2009/02/10/heres-the-problem-with-most-men-yeah-another-chris-brown-post/)

The problem with most men is that they are still b!tchazz boys. Physical adult males for the most part refuse to grow up and become the men that nature and God intended them to be. Most males are afraid of manhood. Afraid of responsibility. Afraid of facing the problems of reality and tackling those problems with the coolness and intelligence of a well reared woman. That’s fvcking right.

This fvcking post is about b!tchazz motherfvckers that like to lay their fvcking hands on women. Now before Folk gets too far on this topic, WOMEN! Any man put his d@mned hands on you DO NOT DESERVE THE PU$$Y YOU SIT ON OR THE TOKEN OF YOUR TIME EVER! Neither does that man gets a second chance to put his hands on you. LEAVE! PERIOD. End of discussion.
Now to you punkazz motherfvckers who like to hit women. You deserve to have your nuts shaved with a cheese grater. No excuse, no pause. Salt application afterwards.

Now, to this motherfvcking child known as Chris Brown. And Chris, if you hit that young woman then you showed the world that you are indeed still a b!tchazz whiney azz hairless balls b!tch! Word on the street is that the fight escalated as a result of Chris allegedly confronting Rhianna over giving him an alleged STD… [pause] See boys are taught to deal with life physically. To confront their problems with force. With attitude. With POWER! Wrong…

Now a female co-worker of Folk’s brought up the possibility that Rhianna possibly didn’t know she had a (alleged) STD. Wrong… Artist are commodities of wealthy people. Modern day minstrel actors, whose primary goal is to make more money for their masters while they earn meager bread crumbs in comparison to what they make for their pimps. And these top dollar pimps gonna make sure their hos are in top condition. Hell, Folk wouldn’t be surprised if doctors and nurses didn’t sleep with these fvckers.

…but Folk digress. …”But Folk, this lady drop a disease on your boy. Sheer reason to check a b!tch right there.” Folk heard this argument too today… Uhhhhhhh…. NO! Again, the problem with boyz. “Okay Folk, How would you handle this?” Folk would handle a situation like this like a well reared woman. Tactfully, precisely, and decisively.

Doctor tells Folk he has STD. Folk questions if it’s curable. Folk spends excessive amounts of loot to find out if sidekick was aware she had disease without letting sidekick know. Finds out sidekick didn’t know. Everything okay. Moves on together, discussing how to deal with the issue together.
Finds out sidekick knew some time ago, before she started kicking it with Folk?…

“Hey baby. How you doing today? Fine? Good? How was your day at work? That’s great baby. Folk cooked for you. Got dinner all ready for you and thangs. Sit right on down here. Yeah. Got these candles and thangs lit for ya.”[says prayer and begins eating]
“You like? Folk glad you like.” [Chats the rest of dinner away and gives kiss on forehead] “Got some desert for ya! It’s your favorite.” [brings ol'girl's favorite desert to table and queues song by Orange Juice Jones, "Walking in the Rain"]

“Dig in… Oh Folk forgot to tell you Folk had a meeting last week. Yeah, Folk went to get checked up and thangs. Folk had a little itch. Doc, said Folk had contracted a STD. You believe that baby? Folk told that doc surely he was bugging because Folk don’t sleep around. Folk been here with you baby and you alone and Folk knows Folk’s baby ain’t been sleeping around or got no STD, right baby!?! [cuts off any attempt to speak] “You enjoy your dinner? Come on, Let’s not be late to Clive Davis little pre Grammy party.”

Dances the night away at Clive’s party as if nothing happens. Goes to Grammys and do my thang with girl in tow. After Grammys take ol’girl out on the carpet, holding hands, and have a brief interview with selected news crew with video cameras running.

“Yeah, we still kicking it and Folk loved ol’girl until Folk found out she gave Folk a STD.” “Here’s the Paper work.” [starts crying and sobbing] “Folk can’t believe she did this to Folk. Folk loved here like no one else, Folk can’t take this no more.”

[hands copies of the doctor results (for both parties of course), and runs to Folk's car quickly and alone. having told body guard via text while back stage to keep ol'girl away from me and the car. Leaving ol'girl right there to deal with the mess she began.]

No fighting. No charges. No jail. No punkazzness. Just pure finesse. Grabs some sympathy points in the process. Teaches all other future women ‘not to fvck with Folk’ in one nice swoop. Sure there would be some haters. But let the haters hate while the money pile up. Can’t make no money in the pen. Folk out for advertisement dollars. Sign Folk up for Monostat.

Men, be men. Treat your women right and you’ll never have to worry about this sh!t unless she’s just a pure evil vaginal mucus spawn from the alley way of hades. Then you’re just fvcked. No matter what, don’t hit women…. Well unless she’s beating yo’ azz like a man. Then…. Nahhhhh… Just kidding. Speak on it!

What Michelle Can Teach Us

2008-11-12T10:26:00.000-08:00

Forget Claire Huxtable.

She could be a real-life role model for black women.
Allison Samuels

NEWSWEEKFrom the magazine issue dated Nov 10, 2008

www.newsweek.com/id/166857

Throughout this long, tense election, everyone has focused on the presidential candidates and how they'll change America. Rightly so. But selfishly, I'm more fascinated by Michelle Obama and what she might be able to do, not just for this country, but for me as an African-American woman. As the potential First Lady, she would have the world's attention. And that means that for the first time people will have a chance to get up close and personal with the type of African-American woman they so rarely see.

Usually, the lives of black women go largely unexamined. The prevailing theory seems to be that we're all hot-tempered single mothers who can't keep a man and, according to CNN's "Black in America," documentary, those of us who aren't street-walking crack addicts are on the verge of dying from AIDS.

As writer Rebecca Walker put it on her Facebook page: "CNN should call me next time they really want to show diversity and meet real black women that nobody seems to talk about.''
Like Walker, I too know more than my share of black women who have little in common with the black female images I see in the media. My "sistafriends" are mostly college educated, in healthy, productive relationships and have a major aversion to sassy one-liners. They are teachers, doctors and business owners. Of course, there are those of us who never get the chance to pull it together. And we accept and embrace them—but their stories can't and shouldn't be the only ones told.

Yet pop culture continues to hold a very unevolved view of African-American women. Take HBO's new vampire saga "True Blood." Even in the world of make-believe, black women still can't escape the stereotype of being neck-swirling, eye-rolling, oversexed females raised by our never-married, alcoholic mothers.

Where is Claire Huxtable when you need her?
These images have helped define the way all black women are viewed, including Michelle Obama. Before she ever gets the chance to commit to a cause, charity or foundation as First Lady, her most urgent and perhaps most complicated duty may be simply to be herself.

It won't be easy. Since her emergence on the national scene, Obama has been deemed radical, divisive and the adjective that no modern-day black woman can live without: angry. Thankfully, so far, she's endured these demeaning accusations with a smile and shrug—at least in public. But if she does end up in the White House, continuing to dial back her straightforward, vibrant personality isn't the answer. In the same way that Eleanor Roosevelt, Jackie Kennedy and Hillary Clinton each redefined what it meant to be First Lady, Michelle will forge her own path. Not only will she draw the usual criticisms, but she'll be open to some new ones too.

I eagerly await the public reaction if Sasha and Malia ever sport cornrows or afro puffs on the South Lawn. And if Michelle decides to champion a program that benefits black youth, will her critics slam her for being too parochial?
To be fair, Hillary Clinton's early involvement in her husband's administration (think health-care reform) brought a major backlash. But there's no real evidence of Michelle Obama's desire to be a huge presence in her husband's potential administration. Besides helping military families, we don't even have many clues about what projects she might tackle.

Whatever she does, I hope she doesn't fall victim to critics with little point of reference. Take this month's issue of Town and Country magazine. An article—written by a white female reporter—offers advice to both potential First Ladies. The writer suggests Cindy McCain let her "personality and experience shine" and motivate others to give back.

For Michelle, the writer suggests that she avoid "popping off when your guard is down" and to be careful "about how, when and if she injects her ethnicity … into her platform as First Lady."
The underlying message is that the last thing anyone needs to be reminded of is that Michelle Obama is all black, unlike her husband, who is mixed—as the writer points out for seemingly no reason.
And that speaks to the larger issue that Michelle Obama could pose for the media.

Because few mainstream publications have done in-depth features on regular African American women (and no, Halle Berry, Oprah and Beyoncé don't count), little is known about who we are, what we think and what we face on a regular basis. For better or worse, Michelle will become a stand-in for us all.

Just as she will have her critics, she will also have millions of adoring fans who usually have little interest in the First Lady. African-American blogs such as Sisterlicious, Black Girls Rock and That Black Girl Group have all written about what they'd like to see Michelle bring to the White House—mainly showing the world that a black woman can support her man and raise a strong black family. As contributor Felicia Jones wrote on one blog, "Michelle Obama will be the hero my little girls have been looking for. The hero doesn't have to shake her booty or point her finger to get noticed and respected. My little girls finally have a role model."

Michelle will have to work to please everyone—an impossible task. But for many African-American women like me, just a little of her poise, confidence and intellect will go a long way in changing an image that's been around for far too long.

LONDON Bridges gone BE fallin down....

2008-10-30T09:29:00.000-07:00

I am leaving for London tomorrow @10am. It's a 10 hr flight from Dallas, so you know I am about to get my Nyquil game up!!! I am going for work, yet if you know me, then you know I will find time to crack a lil bit!! Cause that's how I do!!
There are too many Jamaicans in the area not to have an oxtail plate with a lil GingerPine and a Red Stripe and a CLASH or a SOUND!! Somewhere, DAYUM!! You know how they do!!!

Can you believe the police or the Bobbies, as they are called don't even carry a gun!! They have a whistle and a big ass hat! Now you and I both know if the Bobbies were here in the US, they would get the asses tapped, DAILY!!

But I guess that's just one of the things that differentiate use from them! We carry GUNS, Knives, Pepper Spray, Hammers with towels in the trunk (That's some whole otha shyt!!!)

And we are not even police officers!! ;0

See you when I get back,
Cheerz

I ain't OPRAH, but here are a few thangs I Know Fa SHO!!!

2008-10-28T15:53:00.001-07:00

1. We all have baggage. The question is: What baggage can you deal with?

2. Momma's baby, daddy's maybe. uuunnnhhhhuh

3. There is always sunshine after the rain, always.

4. Stupid is, as stupid does.

5. Don't let nobody tell you, You ain't all that. If they do tell them to kiss yo a@&!!!

6. It's almost income tax time, take half of that and put it up for a rainy day remember and remember line #4. You can be your own Sunshine.

7. Once released words are out there, so think before you speak

8. Make sure you do your dirt on you own, why we always need a damn witness!!??!? talk too much!!

9. Tight jeans just give you a MUFFIN TOP or a DUNLAP, so unless you plan on wearing them as legg warmers, please get THE RIGHT SIZE!!!

10. Never accept a check from my Auntie Pam, that's all I am going to say about dat!!!

11. There is a difference in being a Escort and just being a hoe that likes to CRUSH Alot!! like yo cousin TEE-TEE!! It ain't cute!

See, I feel betta already! Now what is it that you know FA SHO!!! Holla@ ME!

Jones Valley Brownies RULE!!!

2008-09-29T16:34:00.001-07:00

I just got back from Charleston, SC but on my way back to Cali, I slid thru BHAM to attend the Magic City Classic!! I had so much damn fun!! I cracked off ERYNIGHT!! We also had a small class reunion and everybody looked so lovely.

I just thank God that so many people are doing well and were able to show up, yet there was a tinge of saddness, when I thought about a few of my classmates that wouldn't be able to be there. Tomorrow isn't promised, so treat folks, like you want to be treated!!

Lovely and Amazing....

2008-03-04T09:57:00.000-08:00

People ask me all the time, hey girl how are you? and I always reply with, "I am lovely and amazing". Don't get me wrong, I have my days, but the good far outweighs the bad and I can't give the DEVIL that much credit!! God blesses me daily, waking me up with my sight, my breathe and with my heart beating strong.

I am Lovely and Amazing, not being conceited, those attributes don't even begin to express my present state of mind. I am blessed and loved and fulfilled and happy and healthy and a great mother and in a beautiful in my life, now I could go on and on, like Crazy Azz Erykah Badu!!

The mouth is a tool, when used properly can bring you whatever you put forth. Don't speak truth to what isn't!!!

You are your biggest advocate and you can also be your biggest critic!!

Take a moment and realize that you are a child of God!! You are blessed, and most of all, you are here!!

If no one else tells you then I am, you are Lovely and Amazing!!

Truth and understanding

2007-12-03T14:23:00.000-08:00

I know the difference between the truth and a lie, or at least I do most of the time. I understand that the truth can be found wrapped up within a LIE if you look hard enough... but the eyestrain can be a bit much.

How do you seperate your past from your future and keep them seperate. When is an old love, just an old love?

Can a phone call, a glimpse, a memory cause the past to become your present, again??

I was just saying...

Times are a changing.....

2007-10-15T12:31:00.000-07:00

I've had so many things happen over the past few years, that I had started to lose a little of my spunk and spirit! Yet, all is well again! First off, my son went to VA to finish high school with his father. I played hard, but inside I was soft and lonely. I miss playing Uno with him and just hanging out watching him grow up and become a man.

I've moved twice, once to escape the smallness of the space, the next time to escape the small mindedness of someone.

DISCLAIMER *Please don't get me PHUKED UP, I am from Bham and we do still shoot muphukers, he was just an Ole Stalking ass neer, don't get me wrong, there was No Fear in mine heart, I do still got that thang!! Don't play, I just didn't want nobody to know where I lay my head, feel me??)

I finally got my Mini-Cooper, which I can be seen wizzing around town on any given day, my 07 CLS 550 Benz aka my Dream car is sitting in the garage, looking lonely. I drive it maybe 1 or 2 times a week, I'll probably sell it, since I never drive it anymore, I love the freedom that i get driving the Mini, I can't explain it, you have to drive one to understand.

I purchased 2 more properties in Atlanta, they are ok, it's just being in Cali trying to have houses out of state is a true learning experience. When you know better you do better!!

I celebrated my 37th bday, at home! I am now wearing reading glasses, although stylish, I rocking 2 extra eyes ;-)
For my Bday i just wanted to chill, it was cool! But I will make up for it next week when I go to Bham for the Magic City Classic!! Trust and believe it's bout to go down!!!

I found out a few things I won't divulge just yet about a close friend who turned out to be a lying, stealing, whore, mule, escort licensed, nasty, disease ridden.... person! I will explore that more in the coming weeks, trust!!!

I went to MAGIC in Las Vegas and All Star weekend in Vegas and acked a complete DONKEY!! I then turned around and went right back to Vegas for the fight!! Like I said it went down (That pic in the Bar at the MGM Fight weekend!!!)

All in all it's been an adventure and I wouldn't trade it for the world. As my email states AllOverAgain@gmail.com !!! I would do it all again, in a HeartBeat!!

How is it you are unable to pass "Your past..."

2007-08-17T13:22:00.000-07:00

"Everytime I try to leave, something keeps pulling me back..." I remember loving that song by Chingy. But now it seems to apply to my life. Why is it when you are just chillin solo you can't make neer call u, but as soon as you decently start to converse and do a lil sum sum, neers start calling you, yo momma and erybody else trying to see What's up? Ain't that some BULLSHYT!!!!

Who you calling Nappy headed? And who you calling a Hoe??!!!

2007-04-11T15:56:00.000-07:00

Now I must say, I was shocked that Imus aka "Whitey" bka Cracka Ass Craka let that one slip from his lip, not disappointed, just shocked. But what I can't understand is how can we get all mad at Imus, yet let Snoop keep thinking it's cool to talk slick and tell us how hoes need to brang him his money out his trap. Now this clown had the nerve to say that Rap music lyrics and Imus were in no way the same! Somebody tell this Monkey ass neer! That his Momma, his wife, his sisters and his daughters are those sisters that he keeps calling Tricks and Hoes!!!

He has a new song that has the words, "Take it out yo ass"! as the hook. Now why is it okay for him, or Lil Wayne, who is best known for "Makin it Rain on nem Hoes", to call us everythang but a child of God, but when Cracka Ass Cracka says a mumbling word, Rev. Al who has called the Whitey the Devil and Rhyming ass Jessie "aka Baby on da side" who also called Brooklyn "Hymie Town". Who are these two clowns that always jump they asses up in the camera, if Barack Obama doesn't hurry up and become the Official NEGRO, I am going to move to Fucking Australia. I just can't take it no mo!!!

Also, I have a question when did being a dancer become synonymous with being a hoe. I've frequented "Scrip" Clubs, as we say in Bham (Crib:-). All I saw were women who looked like me. Now I saw a few stragglers, like there was one in The ATL @ Strokers who looked to have a "FRESH" Knife wound on her thigh. Otherwise, they were just sisters trying to make it the best way they knew how. So I could never look down on them, because for the Grace of God there go I. And I try to keep that fresh in my thoughts whenever I might start Smelling MYSELF!!! You know acking all high and mighty!! Don't Play!!

Now don't get me wrong I hate nothing worse than a woman who gives away "TAIL"!!! I ain't saying it's right, but I dislikes Nothing more than a fool! Get paid for your labor, whether it's picking peaches or cotton, hard labor deserves hard money!!!

Anyway, ya'll know I gets started and will run all over the place. All this to say we can't really say too much about Imus, until we can get our OWN men to respect us more.

As Mudear used to say, "You best take the stick out yo eye, 'fore you go pointing at the stick in somebody elses"

Now let the choir say,

"Amen"

You know u my girl, right??!?!!

2007-01-23T15:23:00.000-08:00

For all ya'll...
Damn!!! We sho have been through a lot... No matter what you've been there for me. You are appreciated
Love,
ME

We went to Miami and dressed like hoochies (We used our club names:-)
You fell in love (I told he wuttin' bout ISH, but since I am your girl, I ain't gone hit you with the "I told you so"...)
You had a baby (Now just look at my God child....)
You lost your baby (I still cry when I think about it)
You lost a parent, (I sat on the phone cried like I lost mine, cause in a way I did)
You needed a loan, I gave you my last 'cause we like that
You needed a place to lay your head (You didn't even have to explain)
Money was tight (We pooled our resources and got us a club outfit, didn't cost much but we were still the most crackin')
I thought he was the one (I called you and cried on the phone like it was your shoulder)
Damn, I was scared (You held my hand)
You know things about me (and I will call you a liar if you ever told :-)
I told you I wasn't ever going to meet Mr. Right (You told me to stop trippin' and stop looking in da club :-) Now that was real sh&^......
We went to Philly and acked a fool (Rememeber the Crow's Nest, I didn't know we could have got shot, but I showl had a ball)
I know u like wine in screw top bottle (You my dog and I ain't never gone ack cute, not with you, even though we know how bourgeois I can be)
You used to have the bomb A&# pool parties
You told me you were tired of being unhappy (I told you to do what would make you happy, which translated to: Dump that clown and find your happiness)
I met you thru my girl, who is mad cool, so I knew you had to be cool as well
Now you know we always got our sip on together (If I wasn't at your house, you were at mine) You called complaining about what's his face (I called you yesterday on that same mess, talkin bout my what's his face)
No matter what we've always had each others back.... You know I am still here whenever you need me!

Got this one from Petey, now we been tight like Ashford and Simpson since '89... so you know we go way back...

To all of my girls, even though we don't chat eryday, you know I love you like BBQ skins, a Red Hot and a cold Pepsi, now if that ain't LOVE, ioun know what is!!!
Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't call when they say they will.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.

BUT...........
Girlfriends are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.
A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.

I met a real live Male HOODRAT!!! I thought they were a myth, u know like a Unicorn.

2007-01-23T14:42:00.000-08:00

Now people the story I am about to tell you is TRUE and it all happened in MARCH 2002 and I ain't seen Baby Boy since then... so here goes...

REAL SPIT!!!
3/28/2002 @0728 pm

Hey ladies,
Ok, I know it's been a minute since I sent out a lil' love note!!! So here is the latest DRAMA!!!
I went to a Reggae concert last saturday, yeah it was DA BOMB!!! Ok I know we have heard of Male HOODRATS, yet I met him and know him personally.

Mind you I was on my 2nd bottle of Moet, so my judgement was off just a wee bit!!!!!

6'4" Green eyes, 40 years old, half Indian (Not the Red dot in the middle of forehead type :-) Beautiful Brotha, in tha dark that is...
Now here is his tale, babyboy has 4 different baby momma's, did 12 years in the PENITENTIARY (Not the movie) for robbing jewelry stows (Ebonic translation: Store)
He has tombstones tattoed on both arms to represent the "DEAD" years as he calls it.

That is not all, I had to see this in the daylight, so after conversing for a couple of days (I had to know more because I could not believe that baby was really this sad).

He was like, "Yeah, come by my Momma & Grandmomma's house." So I'm thinking I'll have to make two stops, NAW!!! How bad could it be?? Why in De Hell did I ask that. Lawd, he had me meet him @The Four Corners OF DEATH!!! Gang territory and of course I am in a RED Rental car, scared to deaf because the area belongs to a gang that really prefers the color BLUE.

So of course I am hiding my ATM card in my underwear. I pick him up, since he said he would be at the corner, I am thinking he'll be @the corner in his car and I am going to follow him..... No he is STANDING on the corner wearing his favorite SHORT SET, looking as if he is about to commence a drive by, check this, with a Joint behind his ear, mind you he is a two-time felon, so he is just begging for his third strike so he can go back and kick it with the homies!!!

Ya'll he jumps in my whip and I am like, oh no!!! We go round the corner to his Grandmomma & Momma's house (that's where ERYBODY lives).
I have to stop because I am at the office and I am about to scream I am laughing and cryninin just reliving the whole episode....

Anyway, we get there and his youngest baby (of his 6 kids) is there and she is a beautiful green-eyed, papersack brown lil girl. One earring in, one barret in her curly afro, her pamper as heavy as my son.. and he talks to her like she is one homies standing on the block.
Then we are outside on his MOMMA'S and his GRANDMOMMA's porch and he is blowing smoke all up in the babies face and I am telling him to at least turn his head. He was looking like he could whoop my ass, but it's too soon.....

He tells the lil girl that I am her future Step-Momma, now you know I am about to scream....
I took off running, thinking.... I see how some brovahs feel......

Just had to share, hope you all have a great week.... If u see a bro 6'4", green eyes, with tombstones tattooed all up and down his arms, please call 911.

XOXO,
ME!!!

Your Bread and Buttah!!

2007-01-23T11:10:00.000-08:00

Now, I was just listening to an old Beenie Siegal song with that exact title.
Now exactly what does it mean to let a Neer be your Bread and Butter, you may ask??

That means he is the Chix Wings and/or the Gizzards and the Hot Sauce, the Greens and the smoked meat, the car and the gas, the RED Kool Aid and the SUGAR!!!

Awww Damn!! I know, I know, you ain't mean to let it go that far, I know sugah, I know!! He is everythang and everythang revolves around him and mostly likely his PAPERWORKS, his MONIES, his Cheeze!!! His Cake, his scratch, his scrilla, oh you damn show undastands what I am speakin on!! U gets it!!

You can't NEVAH, EVAH, EVAH let no MAN be your Bread and Buttah!

Even if he is you betta not let him know that ish! Cuz that's when they tends to ack a monkey, cut da buck, show theys ass and all other sorts of FUCKERY!

On erythang I loves, BE YOUR OWN WOMAN and in turn you shall be your own bread & buttah! If not @ least try to PHUCK with a Neer that at least works for a Bakery ;-)!!! DAMN!!!

Dress for the job you want, not the one you have....

2007-01-21T17:31:00.000-08:00

Look at the pictures below and what is the first thing that comes to mind?

A. Another NBA Player beats a Paternity case.
B. Tyrone "Sweet Dick" Jackson beats another pimping and pandering case.
C. A 21 yr old is released from a juvenile detention center after serving 10 yrs for a murder he committed at the age of 11.

If you chose (C) then you are correct. Now this I had to share, 21 yr old named Nathaniel Abraham was released from a Juvenile Detention Center after serving 10 yrs for a Murder he committed when he was 11 yrs old.

Now ya'll know I loves the kids and this would be considered a real BABY! But Baby Boy is FIONE!!!

That second picture made my stomach hurt!! He looks like he could play Midnight in "The Coldest Winter" or Quaadir aka Q in "True to the Game".

Kinda reminds me of Stringer Bell (I know, I know, I know!!!)

Now on a more serious note, why are they dressing him like a Pimp, already!! Now They would includes his Mamie, his Aintee, and his sisters!! Got that man in that 100% Rat Ass coat and the Aluminum Pinky Ring, that's who he reminds me of, remember Pinky the pimp of the Movie, "Friday" and "Friday after Next"???

I hope while he was in that facility he didn't just look at BET all day long or practice his rap freestyle flow so once he got his DEMO out there cause he could blow up.

All that to say that I hope this second chance he has been given is well utilized, and he is able to reach his full potential and maybe be a beacon of hope for other black youth.

Plus I wanna give him some of this Sticky Pudding!!! The boy is FIONE!!! Damn! I don't even think they make them like that out this way, dis is some BULL-ish!!!!

Ya'll betta listen to Ms. Celie

2007-01-16T15:19:00.000-08:00

I watched The Color Purple with my homegirl about 2 weeks ago. We sipped champagne, ate fruit and cried like babies for 2.5 hrs straight!!!

The COLOR PURPLE was and still is one of the most inspirational movies ever written. I love that movie. It always seems to be talking directly to me. Every time I watch this movie, I see something new.

Here is my favorite quote from the ENTIRE movie and I feel as if it's just as prevalent today as it was in the time period this movie was set. When Sophia (Oprah) says to Ms. Celie (Whoopi), "All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy. I had to fight my uncles. I had to fight my brothers. A girl child ain't safe in a family of men, but I ain't never thought I'd have to fight in my own house!

I loves Harpo, God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead 'fo I let him beat me!"

Now that was a statement for you a%^. Damn!

Now I really did want Ms. Celie to stab Mr @ the Xmas dinner table but what she said and did was more powerful than taking that clowns' life:

Shug: [after telling Albert that she and her husband are leaving] Celie is coming with us.
Albert: What?
Shug: Celie is coming with us to Memphis.
Albert: Over my dead body.
Shug: You satisfied? That what you want?
Albert: [to Celie] NOW What's wrong with you?
Celie: You a low down dirty dog, that's what's wrong. Time for me to get away from you, and enter into Creation. And your dead body'd be just the welcome mat I need.
Old Mr.: Boy, you goin' let this ol' nappy-headed girl cuss you out like that? You sittin' at the head of your own dinner table and actin' like a waiter.
Celie: [lunging at Mr with a knife] I could kill you. Until you do right by me everything you think about is gonna crumble!
Sofia: Don't do it Mrs. Celie. Don't trade places with what I been through.
Shug: Come on Mrs. Celie let's go to the car.
Sofia: He ain't worth it, he ain't worth it.
Albert: Who you think you is? You can curse nobody. Look at you. Your black, your poor, your ugly, your a woman, your nothing at all!

This line always strikes a chord with me, it seems to speak to all black women that have been verbally abused and put down by their own folks, hell by their own men.

Celie: Until you do right by me, everything you even think about gonna fail!
Sofia: Look like I came back just in time.
Old Mr.: Well we need some stability around here.
Albert: I shoulda locked you up. Just let you out to work.
Celie: The jail you plan for me is the one you gonna rot in!
Albert: I'ma knock you under... [Celie holds up the sign of a HEX]
Celie: Everything you done to me, you already under you. [Celie gets in car]
Celie: I'm poor, black, I may even be ugly, but dear God I'm here, I'm here!

I think I may have a few of my peeps ovah this weekend to watch this again and of course have a few dranks.

This movie inspires me. To not be afraid to take chances. Try new ventures. Do the research, lay the groundwork and there is nothing you can't accomplish. Get out there and do what you do.

I say this all the time, "When you know better, You do better". Keep on doing you, to the best of your abilities.

And lastly, the quote that best describes the Drive, Motivation and Determination you need to succeed, in the words of a

Young Nettie: Nothing but death can keep me from it.

Now that's some REAL Talk!

More quotes from The Color Purple.

I JUST Hates a HATER!!!

2007-01-16T10:53:00.000-08:00

I need to put this out there!

I just HATES a HATER!!

You ever see that one special Hater, now you know she a Hater, she know she a Hater, BUT she don't know that you know she a HATER!!! All that Fuckery goin' on and all you wanna do is pull a Flava of Love and spit on her ass!! But being tha PHUKIN Lady that you are, you stall her out, for now!!
All I can say is I don't wanna go to jail for slappin FIYAH from a BISH!!! But it is what it is....

TRUE STORY......

Now I saw a VERY Special hater (She was the Chicken Rat in that story), anywho..... Saw her this weekend, and she was in the spot real HATERish!! Of course lil Momma was tryin to pull a Oprah, you know talk a Bish to deaf, but I was cool on all that, just gave her the Filipino head nod and kept it pimpin!!
But she was going outta her way to speak and chitty chat, and all I was thinking, was Bish I know you don't like me or my situation, so why waste your oxygen (Lawd knows U needs it!!)

But then I came to a realization, I had an epiphany of sorts, she is a hater, but I don't think she really means to be that way, she's not an unattractive person, but I think she's just very, very insecure and has other issues and because she is unable to deal with them, she takes everything personally, regardless of the topic. So I took a moment to step back and look at her as not a hater, but as another sister out here tryin to make it and for a brief moment, I saw thru the HATE and such. I saw her and how she really looked, she looked scared and alone and lonely.
Right then and there I just prayed that she found some solace or peace within herself.

She doesn't seem to realize that, "No one can make you happy" and until we all realize that you will be one sad ass.

When you see a prospective HATER, don't trip, just think that you have no idea what the hell they may be going thru... Just don't let they asses get too damn close!!

The best way to deal with HATERS is to keep looking lovely and doing you ma, KEEP doing you!!!

QUESTION OF THE MONTH, Are you a SIDELINE HOE????

2007-01-12T10:37:00.000-08:00

That is the title of one of Monica's songs on her new cd, "The Makings Of me". Now ya'll know I ain't nevah scurred (You betta AXE somebody), but as she so eloquently stated during her performance last weekend, you could be the Sideline Hoe and not even know it.

Here are a few signs that you, yes you, Ms. THANG, could be his chick on Da Side. Peep these inDICKations that you are just that, the Sideline Hoe.....

1. He calls you whispering, talkin bout his Grandma is sleep....
2. You get nothing but Voicemail after 9:30 pm.
3. You always here water in the background when he can finally call you back (Fool, he is calling you while he is taking a ISH)
4. He tells you that he is only with her for the kids, but once that little baby, TAY TAY Jr, gets into HeadStart he is out tha door!
5. His baby momma is pregnant, but once she has the baby, he is out tha door.
6. They just live in the same house, he sleeps in the den (now you know he is tappin that ery chance he gets)
7. He can't take a shower at your place and if he does he doesn't use any SOAP!!
8. Better yet he just washes his dick in yo kitchen sank and wipes his balls with yo over mitt (Girl, just start running.....)
9. Dinner and a movie with him is Chicken Nuggets, a large fry and a fuzzy ass bootleg copy of "Beauty Shop".....

Now there are many different positions you can play on the team.
1. Wifey
Now she gets all the benefits, i.e., The Credit cards, The Auto, The trips, the jewelry, BUT don't sleep she gets all the BULLSHIT!!! The attitudes, the Moodiness... all that FUCK HOE SHIT!!

2. Mistress
She may get a few trinkets and a Ford Focus, but she doesn't have to put up with that BULLSHIT!!!! The Real FUCKERY. She has him a cold drank waiting when he gets there, wearing her VIcky Secretions and will lick his scalp if he asked her to do so.

3. The Lil Momma
She ain't a mistress, so no car for her, but she is more than a Jump Off. He'll get her hair and nails DID! But she just anotha piece he keeps on tha side. She probably just likes to wear sweatsuits, New AirForces and a ponytail, a GENIE Ponytail. More than likely she has a Gold TOOTH and all her babies daddies names across her tittays!

3. THE Jump Off
She just getting fucked! No spare change, no kisses, no nothing! Just dick, but SHYT, sometimes that's all you Really, really want!!! UUUMMMKKKaayyy!

All that to say, if you are going to play your position, play it well. Shit you can play all 4 at the same time, if you are diverse and that neer won't make a move!! But just remember he has his positions to play as well, but they think they are just so damn Slick and GREASY!!

You may just have to show him who really is as GREAZY as Baby Oil.....

JUST DO U, ma, DO U!

I'll holla!!!

Avon Barksdale (As I give him the evil eye)......

2007-01-11T15:18:00.000-08:00

Ok I know I said that I would never mention Stringer Belle's name again (Click here to see ERYBODY) Anyway I was in Atl during the BET Hip Hop Awards and who was tryin to holla @ a Playah??? You guessed it, Avon Barksdale (real name Wood Harris) I was mad at him when I saw him (I know, I know it was just a show, but tell that to my heart!)

He was mad cool, but all I wanted to do was ask him for Stringer Bells phone number (Bullshyt ain't nuffin!!) And one of my folks relatives had the nerve to say, "That's not fair, she talking to Avon!" I could see shawty over to my left smoking her 20th Black & Mild (Not a good look) playah hatin' on the Sidelines, but you know I just don't give a Phuk!!

So I kept choppin' it up, needless to say he offered the number, in the words of the most crackinest rapper alive, Jay Z, "I never change", I was cool on him when he ordered the hit and I am cool on him now!!

P.S.
Quiet as it's kept I thought about avenging my babies daddy by stabbing that neer with my Heineken bottle, at least that's what my heart was tellin' me to do, I had to keep telling myself, it's only a show and plus I will always have the baby that Stringer fathered, Lil Stringer Jr. :-)

If you're real quiet you can hear Klymaxx in the background singing, "I miss you".

If only in my mind!!!

I am so glad to be back...

2007-01-11T14:24:00.000-08:00

It's been a minute, so much has happened.... Damn where do I start?!!?

Well first of all Happy New Year. 2007 is the Year of the PIG (Chinese New Year) !!!

I went to see Monica the other night, she was here with AKON (why I can't stand that lil African, I don't know), anyway, she looked so beautiful, even though lil Momma needs a pot of Butta beans and some hot H20 Cornbread, she can still blow. I was so busy sippin' that I was just zoning!!!

Now you know 7 is supposedly a lucky number (Let somebody offers me $666,666.66 I am taking it, so PHUK that Lucky number ISH!!!) Anywho!!

Me and my girls are going to see the Black Chippendales this Friday, you already know what da bidness is, huh??

Why do we stay with Mr. Wrong, even when we know he's not the ONE? Why do we stay? Is he really that fine? Does he really work for the Gas company (You know LAYING THAT Pipe ;-)

Why do we stay? Maybe out of habit, maybe he has his good points, even if he did run up your phone bill and bring your car back with no GAS!!! :-) Ioun know why, but those are the ones you will give your SSN to if they ask at the right time!! Damn! Dis is some Bullshyt!! Bombaclot!!! Blood FIRE (Phuking with them Jamaicans, you pick up they cuss words!!!)

I will definitely start back blogging, I miss getting issues off or my chest.

The Naked Truth....Music and more

2005-10-13T12:38:00.000-07:00

Aiight I got that new Lil Kim CD "The Naked Truth" and it's fire. I swear fore God, on everything.... It's so heated that I've been listening to it eryday, in the car, at work, incarcerate, whatever!!! Also that Alicia Keys Unplugged is ok. It's ain't like that Jay Z Unplugged, but it's cool. The end is fierce Mos Def, Common and that Marley boy (Jamrock) is FIRE!!!! For the last month I've been to Atlanta about 3 times, I've been to DC, to Birmingham (CRIB) and to San Antonio. In all of the places the one CD I kept hearing was the Young Jeezy. That shit is so heated that I am just still feigning for it right now. As soon as I get home tonight I will be pumping it.... real shit! Heat!!! The Survivor cut with Akon is off the Meat Rack!!! Now Trina's new shit is OK. She couldn't fuck with Kim on a good day. She rocks some fly ass pieces, but that's about it. There is one cut on the cd with Kelly Rowland, that's aiight! The rest is mediocre!!! That's all folks.....

I've been going thru it...sort of!

2005-10-13T11:41:00.000-07:00

It's been 4 EVAH since I've written on my blog and I've missed it. My life has really had some ups and downs since I last blogged. I allowed my only child to live with his dad for a school year (mistake? Ioun even know, but what I do know is he needs a mans touch and who better to give it than his dad?) I sold my house in San Diego with hopes of relocating to Atlanta, but I've put that on the back burner to chill in Mission Valley in a 2 bdrm condo for the next 6-12 months.... I am just in a place in my life right now that is so cool and relaxed that not much really bothers me. I'm cool. I will be moving beginning of November and I can't wait. I will be right across the street from Neimans', down the street from the football stadium and across the way from IKEA. Yeah!!!! I will start blogging again, I really missed my blogging family. I do have a story to tell but I will save it until this evening, it involves me in Atlanta, some strippers and Remy VSOP!!! Holl@ yo guhl..... ONE!

College, chix wings and a dance contest...

2005-03-31T10:22:00.000-08:00

This actually happened 01 FEB 2005, I am just kind slow.....

I know, I know, I ain't been gettin' at my peeps! But I have a good excuse, WORK!!! Work has been in my arse somethin' so sincere. So anywho, this past weekend B& I took Loy and his buddy Ricky to LA for the Annual Black College Expo! Lawd, Lawd, Lawd!! Why do it have to be that way?? I could have sworn I was on my way to Al's Cross Roads (the crackinest SCRIP club in Birmingham). As we are exiting the car I see Rats erywhere!! I mean there was press on nails, stiletto, braids that reached the skreet, and Beyonce-ish type weave all around, and these were girls ranging in age from 13-17 yrs of age. Oh the young men were no better, they had ice in their ears, mo like GLASS. They had on jeans so baggy that you could see their ass crack in a Britney Spears manner.
I was like aiight, I started thinking to myself we were in LA and BET is included with BASIC Cable. So we go in and of course the SWAT team, Special Forces and The Seals are there for added protection. You had to be physically checked and purses and bags searched prior to entry, which by the way was $5.00. Aiight I am trying to keep an open mind, but I could have sworn I could hear the new Game playing in the background. We finally get into the LA Convention Center and it looks like a swap meet. There was the Fried chix wings with hot sauce, the knock off LV Purses and the knockoff CHANEL glasses (they were kinda crackin' but you know ioun PHUCK round with that shyt)!! I was so digusted with the way this was packaged. There was a stage in the back where of course you could watch the "Dance" contest, which looked more like "I can dance like a scripper betta than you" Contest!! This was a SHAME! I am just glad that I was there to ensure my son was able to get the info we came for. He was able to talk with Morehouse and a few others, but overall it was just a PHUKIN' Swap Meet!!

I had heard that Pimpin' ain't easy.....

2005-01-12T14:37:00.000-08:00

I was looking at yet anotha "Pimps & Hoes" expose', it was both daring and funny as a Fuck!! For those of you that DON'T know, I have a REAL fascination with Pimps & Hoes, REAL Pimps and Hoes, I ain't talking bout yo Aunt Tee-Tee who just likes to fuck alot!

Many years ago when I was stationed in the Phillippines I saw many women that sold ass but didn't necessarily have a dude named "Suga Shaft" or "Captain Love" standing over them with a wire hangar beating their ass and taking their funds. Now some of them chicks was real serious bout they thang. There was thing there called a "Peso Show" Where the chick would squat over a stack of coins and shot them, yes, I said shot them across a room, as if she threw them with her Fukin CLAW! She was a beast!!!

After a few jaunts to Japan I became very interested in "The Geisha". A Geisha was not the common whore.
She attended a sort of HOE University! They not only had to have a mean Hand & Head job, but she had to entertain as well, you know sing, dance, do The Snake and The Tootsie Roll!!!

I guess a Geisha would translate to a Call Girl or Escort here in the US. Now don't get the Geisha FUCKED up they have to surrender their ends aka Break ALL Breads to their Pseudo-Pimp aka "Mammason" or the owner of the Pleasure quarters.

Now don't get me messed up, I ain't saying that I have a problem with a woman that sells ass. I have a problem with a chick that FUCKS fah free! Now that I do have a problem with.... I also have a problem with a chick surrendering all monies to Mr. Pimp, unless he at least ranched (country translation: Rinse) said dicks or assisted with all the dicks said HOE had to man handle or at least provided some assistance with placing rubbers on aforementioned dicks, if not he gets no cut!!! He could get cut or better yet STABBEDIDID!

Now get this, I heard these chicks sayin how they want "Daddy" in all the best suits and Mauri Gators, I ain't heard nan hoe say she was saving to buy a home or hoeing her way thru college. Fuck dat!!

Now you must ask where where do they find these girl? Many of them are runaways or had been molested when they were younger and feel that is all they're worth. What I truly hate is how every Phukin rapper on the planet is now a phukin' Pimp! Here in San Diego they have these things they call a "Sneaker Pimps". These boys Pimp just to get new shoes, new gear and some weed.

What the fuck is really going on... I know folks been buying ass since water was popular, but it was never so glorified, so desired to be known as a pimp or as a "HOE" for that matter!!! All I have to say is whether you have to or choose to sell that THANG be your own "Financial Advisor", and tell that muthaphuka to go and suck a few dicks and make his own livin'.... Holl@ yo guhl.

Ms. Benson will always be my FAVORITE teacher....

2005-01-10T13:59:00.000-08:00

I got a call last night from Moms of course telling me that my beloved kindergarten teacher, Ms. Benson had passed away. Why does my Mom think it's her job to track all who have died or are near death in Alabama, I swear she is an Obituary Voyeur, nah, fah reel!!!

Anywho, I had not seen Ms. Benson in over 15 yrs, but I can still remember her laugh and her smell, she kinda smelt like peppermint, which she always had, which I later found out why, because she was a serious cigarette smoker.

She never did call me Trinita, in her class I was known as "Punchanella".
Now if you are from the South you remember the chant.

"Look who's here, Punchanella, Punchanella.
Look who's here Punchanella, Punchanella in the shoe.
Oh what can you do Punchanella, Punchanella?
What can you do Punchanella in the shoe?"

Of course that was when I broke out with my dance, be it "The Around The World" or "The Firecracker/Popcorn" you know I was ready!!!

I remember burning my fake bear skin coat on our class heater. Ms. Benson put out the fire, I just knew she had saved my life. It was just a small burn, but I just knew it was ovah!!
DON'T play ya'll remember those psuedo-fur coats, that you swore were some type of rat or dog or bear...

I got the following from a friend it was so applicable. I will always remember Ms. Benson for calling me "Punchanella", telling me I was pretty and a very smart little girl and giving me a buncha peppermints.
If you are a teacher, I love you, because you make the least amount of $ and you really, really do the most work.

May peace be upon Ms. Bensons' soul....

What will matter
By Michael Josephson © 2003

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.

So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won`t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave. What will matter is not your success but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone. What will matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.

Choose to live a life that matters.

Damn, damn, damn...

2005-01-06T15:03:00.000-08:00

I know, I know I'm late, but I am still grieving....

I finally got the courage to watch the season finale of The Wire. Ya'll they had showed his body, if you don't know I am talkin' bout Stringer Bells' body. I swear I musta had tears in my eyes... How about dat nigga crib was the flyest, (yes, I made up a word "Flyest"). I will never speak of him again after this post, He was the Shyt and Ioun even know how or what me and the kids are going to do. Oh yeah did you see D's baby momma crackin up, baby girl ain't nevah gone b right again..... I Damn Showl Undastand!!

That was some bullshyt!!!!

The Truth, you can't handle the truth???

2004-12-18T22:56:00.000-08:00

To my blog fam.....Happy New Year. I hope you are able to stick to your resolutions and they make you healthier, happier and more blessed than you were last year.

Aiight, aiight... I know I was gone for a lil bit, but I took a 13 day vacation for the first time in over 6 years. Yes, you heard it right, I ain't had that many days off since James got killed in Alaska (ala Good Times...) anyway.

I had a lot of time to spend with my family, lots of time to read, do crosswords puzzles (I am hooked) and mucho time to just relax. Sleep late and get up when my body woke me up or Chuck the Cocker Spaniel wanted attention.

Believe me when I say it was hard for me to get up this morning. I almost called in for one MO sick day..... Can you believe I had over 300 emails. Damn, was I the only one off work?? As I was checking out the web I found the actual speech that Bill Cosby delivered at the NAACP rally and I wasn't too upset with what he has to say. I am a 100% participating parent and I know that your kids are a product of what you they see and hear from you. For instance I love hip-hop and my son does as well, we don't like the same artists but I am sure he gets his love of rap from good ol Moms. Yet, I also listen to Jazz and Classical music, so needless to say you can go into his bedroom and his XM radio is crackin 50 Cent, Nina Simone and Bach. He is a product of his surroundings, and I have created that surrounding...... Here is the actual speech http://www.enoughisenoughcoalition.com/Sounds/Bill%20Cosby%20NAACP%20short.wav Listen and let me know what you think...... I miss you all so much. I'm baaacckkk!!!

REAL Old school....

2004-12-18T13:53:00.000-08:00

Today I want to talk to you about "Real" old school. If I hear one mo rapper refer to their style of rapping as "Old School"... Ioun know how a 17- 23 yr old can even ack like they even know what old school is....

I will attempt to run down exactly what old school is...Listening to cryin' ass Keith Sweat and wishing he was "Giving all his love to you" and almost passing out while tryin to do the "Salt & Pepa", don't play!!! I damn near passed out in a pair of spandex pants, a truck ass gold rope with my name plate, about 17 rings on both hands and a leather jacket one balmy night in the Philippines (that's a WHOLE other story, maybe anotha time)!!

Aiight, do they know what is really Old School? Chic jeans with the different color stitching, Jordache Jeans with the horse head on the back pocket, and Calvin Kleins with the Loop on the back pockets, now that there was "Old School"

Let's not forget when you saw me rocking my "Reversed Jheri Curl" whilst freaking my red Michael Jackson jacket, yes, Haters I said MJ Jacket, the one with 423,875,198 zippers. Now that there was real old school.

Getting dropped off at the skating rink by yo moms and having her announce your name over the intercom, telling you "Nita, yo momma is here and it is time to go" that is real, real, old school. Especially, if she came to get you in her housecoat with rollers in her head!! Talkin' bout shamed!!! Ioun even want to go there, I thought those years of therapy had me skrait.

I am going to list what really was old school, and I will be needing a lil participation to make sure I ain't miss no-thing.....

1. Ironing with that starch that you made yourself by simply adding water. Oh don't ack like you ain't eat the otha starch, you know the Argo in the burgandy box.... I ain't forgot!
2. Remember when people bleached their own jeans and somebody overdid it and their jeans dry rotted!! Aiight, maybe that was just on my bus.
3. A fight could be started by one of the following manners:
a. By either passing a lick via delivery from an anxious viewer and/or friend.
b. Crossing an imaginary line.
c. Knocking a stick off of the opponents shoulder.
4. Eating a pickle whilst sucking on a peppermint, simultaneously.
5. Going to the $1 dollar movie, yet you could get in by bringing a canned good during the holidays.
6. Also, going to said $1 dollar movie in hair rollers & head scarf, since I had to go to school the next day (not only old school, but ultra Geto).
7. Pledging a high school sorority, fraternity or club (don't forget stepping in step shows and supporting their wfunctions/parties). My mom made me get off line because I had to buy a box of Snickers for my Big Sisters. Momma said, "Let them heifers buy they own candy, I ain't spending my money on they asses, I ain't taking you to no more pledge meetings and that's final" I thought I would just die!!!
8. Throwing the newspaper whilst atop my moped, for xtra Monies, (but not that heavy ass Sunday Paper, Moms had to help her guhl out).
9. Driving to all the functions (parties, skating rink, movies, football/ Basketball games) in a 1972 Deuce and a Quarter aka Buick and charging all riders $2.00 for gas money, DON'T PLAY!! At least I had a car and a fill up of REGULAR gas wuz bout $6.00. duhhhh. Yeah and I kept the change.

I await your inputs.....
Happy Holidays from yo guhl who used to not only push but also wash weekly her Sky Blue, 1972 Chevrolet Impala with the rust on the hood!! I ain't nevah scared.

Holla @ yo guhl.

BEAUTIFUL....

2004-12-17T13:24:00.000-08:00

I was thinking about words, big words, small words, Italian words, Latin words (my favorite words)... things we say, things we don't say. Things we want to say, but the words seem to get in the way.... For instance I was on the phone with B, my love one. We chatted for about 5 mins and said goodbye, right after I hung up I thought to myself, I meant to say, "I love you", now why didn't I? I was so caught up in thought concerning shyt that didn't even matter, that I didn't take advantage of the time we had on the phone.

Aight, aight... All that to say, we should use our words as if they were the last bit of oxygen, as if we may or might not see that special someone the next day. Try it and let me know how it works out. I wouldn't ask you to do something that I wouldn't try myself. I 'll let you know how it works out.... Just know that you are beautiful no matter what people tell you.

My Xmas gift to you is to tell you that I think we are all beautiful and all wonderful and so very, very special.

Imaginary story time.....One last thing, the last time I spoke to Stringer I left many things unsaid.... Well, I won't go into that again, I promised myself that I was going to stop wearing black, stop pouring out liquor and stop the mourning process, because he will always live in our hearts... I just hope he put on that vest like I told him....

Beautiful
By: Christina Aguilera

Don’t look at me
every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, it’s hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the fame, I’m so ashamed

I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can’t bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can’t bring me down
So don’t you bring me down today

To all your friends, you’re delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The piece is gone and the puzzle undone
That’s the way it is

You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words won’t bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words won’t bring you down
Don’t you bring me down today...

No matter what we do
(no matter what we do)
No matter what they say
(no matter what they say)
When the sun is shining through
Then the clouds won’t stay
And everywhere we go
(everywhere we go)
The sun won’t always shine
(sun won’t always shine)
But tomorrow will find a way
All the other times

We are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words won’t bring us down
We are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words can’t bring us down
Don’t you bring me down today

Don’t you bring me down today
Don’t you bring me down today

Ode to "Stringer Bell"

2004-12-13T15:49:00.000-08:00

For all that know me, you know how I feel about Idris Alba aka Russel "Stringer" Bell on HBO'S "The Wire". He was KILT last night by crazy ass Omar and Brother Mouzone aka Bowtie bka Greazy Mouth.

Here is the dialog that let me know there was some shyt in da game... Stringer asked Slim to Murder Senator Clay Davis and Avon was like naw, neer......

Avon - "I think Slim gone have to sit this one out boss. So, now we hittin state senators, hunh? We do that, we gone have everybody on us from the police, to the feds, everyone"
Stringer - "He took our money"
Avon - "You a fuckin business man. I told you he was gone do that. What I tell you about them fuckin away games,hunh"
Stringer - "Well, now he got to go"
Avon - "Naw, man. You ain't down with that. You don't get all gangsta wild and shit. Naw. You got fuckin beef with them? This shit is on you."

Yeah, yeah, yeah I knew that Stringer was setting up Avon because he was still on this Wild, Wild West type shyt. But damn, to have yo folks MURKED!!! I guess it was he who gits did first wins!!! Cause Avon is still gone get his next week, believe DAT!!! If I have to go and shoot the neer myself!

When I saw Omar fire those 3 shots into Stringer's Butta soft leather jacket, which he so tastefully matched with a Butter colored Polo shirt, I swear I thought I saw his life pass before my eyes. I screamed, I jumped up, I woke up my son and the dog. B was just looking at me like I was RETARDID!!! He is so very understanding, he allows this CRUSH I have on a TV Character.

There are a few ways Stringer can come back next season:
1. He was wearing a Bullet Proof vest (please, please and please let that be the case)
2. He was dreaming, ala General Hospital style.
3. He has a Twin and the twin was who got MURKED!!
4. He is in a coma and running the street whilst on life support!

No matter what, he will always be the only man who could play the following characters convincingly. We all remember "Midnight" from Sista Soulja's book "The Coldest Winter" and no doubt he would be the only one to play "Quadir" from Terri Wood's infamous "True to the Game" fame. If you like Stringer you will love these here hood novellas!! Oh yeah, somebody tell Ms. Jada about Idris, so she don't cast somebody reel phuked up in "The Coldest Winter", yes lil' Momma got the Movie rights!!!

Let me get myself together... I shall pour out a little Dirty Martini for my DEAD Homie.... As I wipe my eyes and try to move on and remember the good times.. If you listen I bet you can hear "I miss you" by KLYMAXX playing softly in the background. Stringer Holla @ yo guhl, I'll always have a special place for you in my heart, until next season....

Ghetto BABY Names....

2004-12-11T20:21:00.000-08:00

Where in de hell do people get the names for their kids these days?? My son and I have been compiling a "Ghetto Baby Names" list for the last few years... Whatever happened to names like Lauren, Michael, David, and Brandon? We no longer want those old, traditional names, we want to name our kids after these "Superstars" i.e., Beyonce & Shaquille

Even if we don't use a "Superstars" name, we make up our own name, damn near using hieroglyphics to spell the damn name.... we use phonetic spellings, we use accent marks like they are on sale 2 for 1... It can be so ugly!!! I.e. Appreciante', I told you it can get ugly!! and there are many, many more.... I've even met women who named their daughters after themselves and gave the daughter Jr. to add to her name, what kind of backward ass SHYT is that????

If you EVEN think you might have a GHETTO BABY name to contribute, please feel free to send it to me. Now this list was compiled by me and my family, here we go.....
1. Alize'
2. Lexus (especially if you don't own a car)
3. Mercedes (same as #2)
4. BonQuisha
5. La Shawnte' (any name starting with La)
6. La Quitta
7. Hennessey (just WRONG)
8. KelShanique
9. MayOnnaise (Yes, the condiment)....
10. Traonna
11. Had to remove (he still my baby)
12. Zashanetta
13. LaVetrius
14. Dayshown
15. Daquon
16. Rontoyon
17. TiAndre
18. TryNelle
19. Fantasia (Yeah she can SANG, but.....)
20. Santita
21. Takiera
22. Shakir'ray
23. Chyna (Don't name yo baby after a foreign land....)
24. Africa ( refer to #23)
25. Asya (refer to #23)
26. Tavis
27. Destiny
28. Essence
29. Chunichi
30. Akon
31. India (refer to #23)
32. Cherevah
33. Azzure'
34. Espn (yes the sports network)
35. Delvon
36. Sharelle
37. ShawnRee
38. T'Shanae
39. Keyshawn
40. Chelisa
41. London (refer to #23)
42. Traneaya
43. Divine
44. CharDonay & Chablis (Never ever name your kids after wine)
45. Chateau
46. Vinnisha
47. DeVante
48. Dartell
49. Prudencia
50. LaTasheanne

And last but not least......

51. PRECIOUS

52. Shalamar (As in the Singing Group)

53. Shaniqua

54. Moet

55. Star (I still don't like her CHUNKY ASS!!!)

Please feel free to add to my list......

These were added by the following Bloggers...
The Marlo Girl BroomQueisha
Funkeedva Hanifah (heck, anything with a 'fah at the end)
Sharnetta
Aquanetta
Ta'Sheeka
Lemonjelo
Orangelo (I heard a rumor that these were twins named after JELLO) lol I hope it's not true!Quadir
Uneeka (NO LIE, I know a chick named UNEEKA)
Sharquitta *and she had really sharp teeth...it was just too close to the word shark...ugh, po thang
Lovey
Foxy
Vixen
Diesel
Denim
Appolonia Jalonia (this is a real name)
Gonarrea (Pronounced "go-near-ria" unlike the Venereal Disease)

Ain't no such thang as half-way crooks......

2004-12-04T14:20:00.000-08:00

I was sitting here thinkin' what the fuck am I doing??? Am I happy with the choices I've made, was I meant to still be in Cali? Was I supposed to be a single parent? Was getting out of the Navy the right decision? And suddenly it hit me, like a bitch caught with anotha bitches man.... Hell Yeah! Everything I've done was what I WAS SUPPOSED to do. I try to tell folks all the time, our lives are already written, you need only say your lines. Of course, we sometime flub or completely fuck up a scene, but you have the power to get back on track, get back into the game.
I once thought that I was real, real poppin'. Naw that wasn't the case, my priorities were just FUCKED UP!!!

Around 1998 when I returned stateside from my last duty station in Manama, Bahrain. I was on ONE!! I thought that I had to be at erythang!! Every party, every happening. Shit I was in LA so much I should have had my mail forwarded.

One night, I am at the Garden Of Eden, and it's CRACKIN' . Dino, the tyrannical, psychotic doorman is there of course, he sees me and is like what up San Diego? come on it (I should have known then that I was tooo damn regular). ERYBODY, and I mean erybody was there. I knew many "STAR" type Niggas by name, had their two-ways and cell numbers and dem niggas would be like what's up Bama? (Since I am from Alabama). I wasn't giving up no ass (momma ain't raise no "HO").

I was just cool to chit chat with whilst in the spot. I also kept in touch in case I needed pull to get into a private function or I wanted to know where the haps was. So needless to say I was so souped. As I was sitting on the patio watchin these wanna be America's Next Top pseudo-Models. With Fake titties, Contact Lenses and weaves so long, that Rapunzel would have been on some Hater Shit!!

I was like man this ain't me. Here I am, an educated woman, making GREAT ass Paper legally, a hard working, single parent, homeowner, rubbing shoulders with bitches that were probably sleepin' in their cars or still at home with Moms, wearing clothing with the tags still attached (as for an easy early Monday AM return), asking mufukers, Please listen to my demo..... And just waiting on their next big break.....
TRANSLATION: They were trying to get impregnated by any mufuker on a ball team (foot, basket, base, kick, whatevah).

I mean there were genuine Pussy Wholesalers on site. I was sitting outside ducking weed smoke, cuz I don't smoke. I just wasn't feelin it. U have to be all the way in and I was a fake ass "Faker". I was not Groupie. I just wanted to be where the party wuz... Needless to say I wasn't doing well. So I realized that I could miss a few parties, I was no longer a "CLUB" Hostage. I started to read more and I realized that I didn't need to be at every FUCKIN thang! I missed it like Pookie on that crack for about 2 months, then the urges started to subside and I could sleep peacefully on a Friday and Saturday night without worrying about what I was missin.... I am happy to say that was years ago and I can now stay home and watch Mad TV, Saturday Night Live and of course, CHEATERS!!!!

-------Another TRUE STORY-------

Me and my girlfriend went to LA to see one of those Medeas plays and we stayed the weekend to shop and do dinner and the like. Of course we went out. Whilst at the Garden Of Eden (oh yeah it still Pop the fuck off!!!) I saw an old friend, his brother is that nigga for beats on the West Coast (You know I ain't gonna name drop) but anyway.... he had his cousin with him and she was kinda drunk. Next thing you know she asks me and my girl if we want to smoke, we were both like naw, we cool... Few minutes later she holds her hand out and is holding the biggest

" ROCK of CRACK" I had ever seen in person or on TV, and asked if we wanted a hit. I almost shitted!! I ain't never heard of sharing CRACK with strangers..... I guess that's how they do it in LA!!!!

I know, I know, It's been a long time....

2004-12-02T14:05:00.000-08:00

I was so busy over the holidays crackin ovah that damn hot ass stove that I almost forgot about my blog fam!! I hope everyone had a great "Turkey Day" aka "We stole the land from the Indians and needed a day to remember it by" DAY!!

I still gots love for ya'll I just been hitting that gym trying to get these chitterlins and Dressing off my backside!! All is good, I have been so busy tracking Destiny's Child, The Falling Incident on 106 & Park, The picture with Michelle's breat showing at some awards show and MICHELLE's voice is a HOT MESS on their new cd! See on their cd prior to this one, she wasn't able to get her solo thang going, I now see why!!!

Ioun know I thank she has got to go!!! Her voice actually sounds like that of a quadriplegic fly!! I ain't want to go there on the girl, but she sounds a mess. Except for one song #8 "If". Now she is so crackin' on that particular song that you almost forget that she sounds a hot mess!!! Aight, aight, let me get off that girl. +Plus in the "Soldier" video (which by the way is MY SONG) why does she dance like a 5 yr old project baby!!
She looks like Pookie's Girlfriend dancing for crack!! Aight, aight I'm gone get off her!!

If I receive one more rumor about Jay Z &amp; Free of 106 & Park fame, I am going to eat this keyboard. But you know what they say, there is always an ounce of truth in ery lie. He musta been slidin' Free some pipe at one time or anotha.... I ain't hating, I'm jus sayin!

Well I have said my piece, I am off to the Marine Corp Gym. Now that right there ain't no joke, even if you want to quit you can't, you feel to ashamed!!!

Holla @ yo guhl.......

The NNN...

2004-11-22T14:20:00.000-08:00

For those of you who do not know that stands for the Nigga News Network. Most of you may never have heard of it by its proper name. But I KNOW a lot of us have been unda-cova reporters and we don't even know it.

For instance, the NNN has been referred to as "SOMEBODY said". Aiight here is a real example, SOMEBODY said that TUPAC was not dead but was in Guadalajara, that tidbit of info was carried world-wide on the NNN.
SOMEBODY said that if you go into your bathroom @ night and looked into the mirror and said "Bloody Mary, bloody Mary" you would get your face scratched up that too was spread via the NNN. You didn't know that huh? The scoopy-scoop on Kobe hitting that Pink from the back withOUT a CONDOM was an exclusive where? You guessed it.....On the NNN! I heard that Beyonce had an abortion in high school from where else??? the NNN.

See the NNN always gets the story first, it's usually a REAL FUCKED up version orthe 5th person variant, but we do get it.

Since the NNN was here before CNN. I think we should get some $ on something for THEM stealing yet another one of OUR Ideas. I actually told my mother that most info and rumors are heard not on the radio, not from your baby cousin, but via the NNN!! I hadn't heard her laugh that hard in a while. Speaking of Moms, here is another one of my.......

TRUE STORIES...real shyt.

This morning I had a voice mail, it was from none other than Moms, telling me that she could see a slight resemblance between Jada Pinkett-Smith & Estelle Getty. She said that maybe they are some kin..... Now, I won't tell anybody this but you guys. Now, if I let this out, the NNN would carry this as an exclusive that "Jada's Mom used to be on Golden Girls" or "Estelle Getty's Black Love Child"!! I ain't gone even do her like that, but Jada owes me big!!

I can personally tell you that SOMEBODY said that Aaliyah was somewhere with Left Eye chillin' in the Bahamas... from guess where.... The NNN.

I know, I know you don't wanna hear one more thing bout the NNN right?? Okay, I have one more bit of gossip via the NNN. SOMEBODY Said that SHAQ has a mistress in Dallas for whom he purchased a mini-mansion, a big body Benz and kicks out a monthly allowance... Is it true or is it just the Infamous NNN???? You tell me, if you hear anything, let yo guhl know.... I don't want to have to rely on the NNN, you hear?

You mean to tell me don't NOBODY know nothin????

2004-11-18T01:24:00.000-08:00

I am my momma's only child, so when shyt went missin' in our house, there was no doubt who did IT!!! My momma was like Double-O-Negro. She would dust for prints, canvas the neighborhood, by sundown she knew the 5 "W's"... Why can't THEY find out who killed our rap superstars???

Peep Game....
Jam Master Jay of Run DMC, was fatally shot in late 2002, and Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur, who were both shot to death in the late 1990s. Those killings remain unsolved. How in de Phuck don't nobody know nothin??? I can't be late 3 days late with my cell phone bill payment and nine MU-phukers are emailing, callin and tryin to disconnect my phone!

Now when that lil' white girl was kidnapped from her bedroom the whole world was on CODE Tamale RED alert, shyt even Oprah (I am going to get on her incredibly un-opposing anything, standing for nothing worth anything next time) has had her on her show bout 94,315 times.

3 of the leading Rap figures of all time have been murdered and don't NObody know nothing!

My momma could detect who drank the last of the RED Kool aid,shyt fuck that she could tell who DRANK her last Pepsi with a belt and a mere threat!!! Maybe my Momma needs to join the Detectives... My momma must have been with the Original CSI:Alabama squad!!
Bullshyt u NOT!!!

Dis is some Real BULL Shyt. . . Ok, Is it just me or do you feel weird when you see that TUPAC video "I ain't mad at tcha"? I can get a tear or 2 just peepin it.

Man, I swear I am a hip-hop head fo life. My son and I love the same music (well most of the time) he all on G-UNIT and I ain't really into the Psuedo-Thug thang.

But, I was raised on hip-hop and will always be a fan. Hopefully, we can get rid of all the Posers and non-rappin ass neers and get back to that reel shyt. I just heard that new Talib Kweli "The Beautiful Struggle" that shyt is sooo hot. Also, the new Mos Def is mean. Those are real rappers. That Chingy and Petey Pablo and FA-BO are all club hits that by next summer you will be like F-A-B-O What? Are we as Black folk so unimportant that nobody cares enough to tell who, what, where, when, and WHY these men were slain? I bet you $100,000,000.00 If somebody Popped a cap in Regis Philbin or Martha Stewart's ass the whole world would just come to a screeching halt'!!!

It ain't right, we are just as important as erybody else..... You betta not only ax somebody, u betta tell-em!! Holla @ yo guhl....

What's really Gangster?

2004-11-17T11:30:00.000-08:00

NEWSFLASH......
16 NOV 04 @ 06:45am, on CNN. Authorities are looking for Rapper, "Young Buck" for questioning in connection with a Stabbing that occurred at the taping of the Vibe Awards.

What the fuck is really goin' on?? Are people starting to believe they are really Gangster due to the Half ass rhymes they spit?? The FIVE Families I.e.,The GAMBINO Crime Family, The GENOVESE Crime Family, The BONANNO Crime Family, The COLOMBO Crime Family and The LUCCHESE Crime Family. Them was some Real GANGSTERS!

Them cats were slanging Coca, Loan sharking, gambling, prostitution rings. Wasn't nobody slinging BEATS!! Nobody was spitting rhymes, they were spittin' slugs!

Man, the world needs John Gotti. I wish his ass was still on the streets to show these young cats what Gangsta really was!!
The St. Valentine's Day Massacre was PHukin' GANGSTER!

Murder Inc. AIN'T GANGTA!!! Ashanti singing, "Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby..."

That shit AIN'T GANGSTA! Actually, that would be kinda of bitch like!!!

Now, the way Carlo "The DON" Gambino and Paul Castellano ran NYC was GANGSTER!!
The way John Gotti had "The DON" MURKED, now that wuz GANGSTER!!!
Shyne not telling what he knew, now that was GANGSTER, Stupid, but still no less GANGSTER! Mobb Deep AIN'T gangster. Jah Rule AIN'T Gangster.
Now iffin' you ain't know I reside in sunny San Diego where grown asses still gang bang. You cannot wear all BLUE in some neighborhoods unless you really want to get some shyt poppin' off! San Diego is mostly BLOODS. Ioun know why I know this shyt, I just do. You can't say "CUZ" that is a term used by Crips, so you really have to be careful. You could get yo wig split for shouting out a relative to loudly.
Mind you, I am from Alabama and we do still call our cousins by that moniker, "Cuz". I am scared to death to be out and see a distant relative and forget where I am and get a hot piece of lead in da ass!! It is not a game.

Even these coward asses out think they are GANGSTETR!! Unless still living with yo Mom's and driving her ride to all the functions is considered gangster! If having 3 or 4 baby momma's is gangster then we are living in GANGLAND!! A lot of these cat's are about 2 centimeters from their 3rd STRIKE!!!

Please tell them to stop hollerin' they gangsta, cause the really, really ain't!!!

I DO NOT Like STARR JONES....

2004-11-16T15:33:00.000-08:00

I know, I know you want to know why I don't like her, right? Well, I know I don't like LIVER because it's all chewy and dry, I don't like Beets they just smell funny and I do not like GREASY ASS STARR! I really can't point out one thing, besides her marrying a bi-sexual man, her bearing false witness for Pay-Less Shoes, that sub-standard wig Collection that she herself won't even much rock.

Ioun know I just don't like her.... I ain't got a Hater-bone in my body, but when it comes to "Please look at me I am just so FABOlous" Starr. Don't get my wrong I love to see asisth do her thang, but this monkey is just soooo, oooh. I can't even convey what I think about her. I used to DVR THe View, just so I could peep her out at her Ghetto Finest. Saying shit like my Babies Daddy, while Barbara Walters and the rest of the crew would snicker at her SHINY ass.

I really would like to just push her ass down.
I probably need to go get some type of counseling, me not liking her this much CANNOT be healthy...

I also don't like Squid salad, it just looks weird, but will slay some Salt & Pepper Calamari. I just don't like her, what are your thoughts, I really NEED to know?

Regards,
Vice President of The SOS (Sick of Starr) Club

P.S. Please look at this SKANKS Bridal Registry and of course it's with Tiffany's. I KAN'T Stand her ass. I must take a Goody and lay down.

What is Drama-Cide?

2004-11-15T19:26:00.000-08:00

I know, I know you say what in de phuck is "Drama-Cide"? That is when you are slowly being almost kilt by all of the Drama surrounding you.... I got so much shyt poppin' off that I don't even know where to start... I got one girlfriend who just got out of court attempting to get Spousal Support from a 50 Yr old x-hustler, current club head that is rocking Polo and Roca-Wear. That is like seeing your Grand-Dad @the club poppin' Mo-Mo and hollin at hoes, it just ain't right. What I try to do is not let other folks shyt swallow me up. Thank goodness my life is relatively drama free, my only problem is not letting Chucks pee on the Persian rugs other than that all is pretty good. Now that ain't all the drama....

What happened to ODB? Somebody gotta know.. This man made it out of Rikers Island, a bit phuked up behind it, but he made it out. Ioun even know, what I do is his momma didn't name him no ODB. From now on let us refer to him by the name his momma gave him, Russell Jones. RIP

Saturday, Me and B Angie B did tha Damn Thang!!

2004-11-15T13:51:00.000-08:00

I know, I know I should have written about this a couple of days ago, but I couldn't. Believe me I tried, but the Chilled PATRON Anejo wouldn't let me. I put this on erything, I musta had 4-5 shots of that pure Gas-o-line saturday and I was feeling no pain. As soon as we hit the SPeezy my girls Destiny Child new joint was grindin' I thought I was back in the marching band!!! I swear I almost passed out.... We had a ball. We left The Blue and headed over to E Street Alley for the after-hrs set until 4-ish. Me and my dog did get it up!!! Now mind you she has been out to sea for the last 4 months, so you know we had to git it poppin' All that to say, in the infamous words of the much tattooed man in the Gnolia aka LIl Weziana BKA Lil Wayne, "Man I miss my dog!!"

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Some Chicken, an Undercover cop & some Smoke....

2004-11-15T13:43:00.000-08:00

Ok, here goes. I had an incredibly long and detailed dream last eve. Please tell me what you think it means to you.

I dreampt I had a party, I then ran out of chicken wings (Neers always have Chix at a party, don't front). I then went outside and saw this chick selling chicken I asked to purchase a tray of wings, she then asked if I wanted to purchase any smoke (weed) and I wuz like Naw, that ain't me, but I then asked what it was going for, that is when she proceeded to retrieve her badge and gun from what looked like either her panties or near her Vagina area somewhere. Next thing I know I am in Federal Prison and I am looking for my purse, which contains pictures of my son. I then started an exercise class and then my alarm went off... what da phuck, should I not buy chicken from street side vendors, are undercover cops waiting to bust my ass for who knows what? I need somebody to at least crack open a dream book and tell me something, anything..... My x-Mother in Law believed in that dream shyt, fah reel, but we ain't the closest, feel me?
I am awaiting somebody's diagnosis....

Signed,
Scared to go to sleep or to eat chicken!

It is I the Jack of all Trades, even posing for pictures.....

2004-11-15T13:26:00.000-08:00

Fah reel, you can get to the spot now... I am top left, with light spikes.... It's Yo guhl in the Black Passion Fall 04. That is a wig... but it wuz real, real crackin'
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Yesterday was my Holiday

2004-11-12T17:24:00.000-08:00

I know erybody was off work yesterday. Since, it was a National Holiday.
It was my day, Veteran's Day.... You might not know this, but I am a US Navy Vet. I did 10 yrs, 2 months and 3 days active duty, I've been out approx 6 yrs. I served in a couple of conflicts and situations. But for some reason when I was on active duty I didn't take it as serious as I should have.
I never thought we would or could go to "REAL" War. We always did a lot of play type shit, exercises, saber rattling. Now shit is so real. I am glad I got my lil' Black hindpart out. I try to make people realize this is not a game, babies are leaving their arms, legs, eyes and lives over there. I try not to get to deep into the political situation on this blog, I just want to come here to escape the day-to-day drama, but I have to speak my piece on this bullshyt.

Today, the truth must be told, this is some BULLSHIT. If they even think of reinstating the draft, I will have to make my son ineligible (ok he is only 14), by either running over his foot with the car or sending his butt abroad for a couple of years and he could attend a University over there, but there is no way MINE is going over there. If I have to pop a cap in Colin's ass, I shall do, what I shall have to do. So please pray they end this foolishness yesterday, cause if it does continue, ya'll gone have to put some $ on my books for my commissary...

Holla@ yo Guhl.

I ain't real mad at a Newport, you know when I am sippin' on that young Hennessey w/Lemon chilled :-).....

How was he able to afford such Big ass diamond earrings???

2004-11-11T01:28:00.000-08:00

I just made it in from Karaoke at this hole in da wall... I swear anybody could get up on that stage and "SANG" whatevah they wanted.... I thought of throwin' a rock at this one chick, then I remembered that it took real courage to git up there and make a complete ANUS of yourself, so I stopped the hate and started clapping.

Once I had a Chilled Patron and 2 Coronas shyt started to sound aiight! It was probably cuz my arm and shoulder were located in my cup. I saw a neer in there with "DIAMELLES" in his ear so big that Baby from Cash Money Millionaires would have been mad as a PHUCK.
Why do they even play themselves with those wanna be 12 carat earrings while sitting at the Bus Stop, no doubt talking on their pre-paid celly. It just ain't right and I will be the first to speak on it, since this is my shit and I can say what I like. All that to say fun was had by all.... Especially moi.

Holla @yo guhl.....

I should have never left Ninja School

2004-11-09T18:30:00.000-08:00

See, just when you think you know me I hit you with some shyt all out of leff field.
I bet you didn't know this but I had a full scholarship to attend a prestigious NINJA School. No, I ain't talking about the motorcycle classes. I mean an accredited NINJA Training University, ok it's not a four year college but I would get a license to carry those killa stars and I think I would have been able to at least wear a concealed Samurai sword to work. How cool would that have been I would have been the First African-American, Female Ninja.

Hmm....I wonder if I would get head of the line privileges at the Club? Probably huh? Wouldn't you let a NINJA in not only free, but first. I could have been in that Kill Bill I & II. My name would have been "Pretty Python" or "Slick Snake" "Chocolate Rattler" or something along those lines.... I bet there are a lot of haters reading this thinking, I am so glad you are not a Ninja! I would have probably been proficient in using a blow gun with those poison darts.
It ain't ovah until the Fat Chick Squeals....

So I could still realize my dreams of dressing in all black leather (Mini-skirt, black suede Baby-tee, a Leather Kimono and black leather boots with a 4 inch hell) I would be so hot!!!
I could make my own NUNCHAKUS, all I would need is an old broom stick, a piece of chain and 2 nails. Maybe I could... Well I'll get on that later as soon as I complete this Super Hero course. Did you know that I will be the first African-American SUperhero. WE are still trying to decide my name and my powers.

I was thinking I could be "Club Girl" my super powers would consist of being able to drink Champagne and Country Tea (Chilled Hennessey & Lemon) all night and not get drunk or sick. Also, I would have ESP so that I could tell when a neer was lying. Also, I could look at him and tell if he had any warrants, any baby momma drama and any credit issues. Now that would really be crackin'

I am searching for the words.

2004-11-07T15:16:00.000-08:00

One of my bestest of friends in the entire world lost her Mom this morning. I too lost a friend today. A sweet soul that had done her time in this place and needed to move on for peace and serenity.

I don't know what to do first, do I cry, do I scream, do I be still, should I be quiet? I know that God hears the silent prayers that I am offering up. I think I will just pray for her spirit and pray for her family and pray for all of my family and friends that I don't speak to as often as I should, I ain't that damn busy.

I wish for them.....
Happiness. Deep down within
Serenity. With each sunrise
Success. With each facet of their lives
Love. That never ends.
And most of all close and caring friends to guide them through.....

I spoke to my mother who always likes to discuss when she is called "Home", today I listened and silently cried, I not only tried to hear her, I was intently listening.

Old folks are full of wisdom.

I pray that I am not so selfish that I would want her to stay here with me, if her quality of life was not such that she would want to be here as well. I pray for patience and peace.

As I type this I have to wipe my eyes, just the thought of my mom not being here is enough to break me down.....

As a matter of fact get off the computer and call your Mom, call your Dad, call your Mudear, call your Big Momma, Call Nanna... Do that for me.
Beloved and be loving,
Me

A woman in harmony.....

2004-11-04T10:36:00.000-08:00

I think I am that woman. As a Matter-of-Fact, I know I am that woman. It ain't about where I am geographically, who I am with (though that helps) or what I am wearing, it's an internal thing. I am in harmony with myself, my family and just my life overall.

I go where I will, I do what I must and I eat what I hunt.
All that to say I've been making my own way and creating my own destiny on my own terms and shit has been real, real sweet. Now don't get me Phuked up. There are bumps in this journey, but I ain't on somebody else's back, I make my own hell at times. I must admit in the past I have made shit harder than it necessarily has to be. I will take the "L" for that, but that doensn't occur too often. I am usually as peace as a lamb, albeit a crackin' ass lamb, yet still a LAMB!

I no longer bite my tongue, I say what I think I need to say to clear my conscious and my heart, now I don't just get all Tourette's Syndrome and shyt. I try to temper my speech, but I no longer let things fester and fall into the recesses of my mind where when they do surface they do so along with the angst of being held back for so long that the receiver is not able to distinguish the message from the PHUCKED delivery.

Mane I like being grown. The Journey at times has seemed real, real fucked up. But I realize a lot of the rides I've taken to get here and they were kinda fucked, but after arrival... aight let me illustrate.

(here goes another.... True Story....

Real SHIT.....When I was 12 I wanted to visit my aunt and uncle who lived out in Cali, I was living in Alabama at the time so it sounded like and adventure, how true that turned out to be. Of course we couldn't fly because my aunt was afraid to fly, so we had to take THE DOG (Greyhound).

We must have been on that fuckin bus for 2 weeks. Me, her and my 4 lil cousins ranging in age 8 to 3 yrs old. Oh yeah this was the trip from hell!!

By the way, did I mention that she was a paranoid schizophrenic and she stopped taking her medication? We ended up in fucking Colorado or somewhere real fucked up. I called my Moms collect cryinin' because my Aunt was seeing shit and talking to the air and we had no more food because she had drunk it up or something real fucked. I just so happened to have a $20 in my purse, so you know I ate junk food Mammy.

By the time we finally reached Cali I was sick as a hostage and shitting like a DUCK. I just wanted to go back home. But my Uncle saved the day. Mane we went to DISNEYLAND & KNOTT'S BERRY FARM. I had forgotten how FUCKED up the trip had been, all I knew was I loved the hell out me some Mickey & Minnie Mouse.

But after about a week reality set in that my Aunt was fuckin nuts and that talkin to the air shit was tooo damn NOT cute and I wanted to get my lil Ass back to BAMA!!!

All that to say the JOURNEY Was sorta psychotic but once I got there it was on....
It's all about how you act once you get there.

I Voted, I Swear.

2004-11-03T10:28:00.000-08:00

I am so pissed off about this whole Presidential election mess that I can't even really go into it. Who in de HELL TOLD NADER it was okay to FUCK UP the election AGAIN?? He phuck around and get a beat down. I am just hoping that this was a wake-up call for The DUBya and that he realizes that he needs to bring our sons and daughters home. I ain't wishing no evil on the man, cause God don't like ugly. I just wish this had went another way.

Over heard in 1849 by a couple of slaves planning their escape,

"I guess we is gone go for our freedom tonight, we is gone meet down by the crick and u best have a lil salted meat with you. Dat dere Under ground Railraod is long and hard. And you know Harriet ain't even one to be shuckin' with... She says we is gone follow the North Star to Canada, she sey up there we's free. We's be free to do what we shall. U know dey say she won't even much let you stop, if u even try to stop walking she'll leave you fo dead, fo she let you tell on erybody else. jus in case you's found and might tell which way we's went. U bes get ready, be ready, we's going for our freedom tonight!!

I thought we could plan our escape and that John Kerry was our guide, our guide thru, I guess.... This shit just ain't right

Jay Z and R-ruh Kelly aka Pee on you MAN.

2004-11-03T10:11:00.000-08:00

So why in de hell has the "Best of Both Worlds" Part Deux been CANX! I think there is a curse on them as a team. NAW I ain't hating alls umm sayin is, erytime dem too neers even chirp one another on Nextel there is a MUFUKIN Probs B!

Now why do you think that is? Personally, since this is my SHYT, I can speak frankly! I THINK Kells aka Sir URINE, is just hatin' on JAY! No shit. He is hating cuz that neer is way mo hotter and got way mo Collabos and could have "THE DUBya" on a REMIX if he wanted, cause he just dat hot!!! I gots luv for both of them... BUT I would let Jay babysit the kids before KELS!

All that to say maybe neers need to stop tryin to do DUETS and DO THEM!!!
Why neers always tryin to act like they the SUPREMES!! You know HATE is a major playah now and days.... so to keep all shyt to a minimum, no more collabos.
See now I have spoken, now let that shit be.

P.S. How da PHUCK is Kells gone sue Jay for $75 MILLION Dollars. When he still got cases in the system for that urine incident with that 13 yr old, http://www.modernhumorist.com/mh/0206/rkelly/ I would think Pimpin' would be afraid to even step into a courthouse, I guess he don't see nothin' wrong......

I'm gone get my VOTE ON.... "Excuse me whilst I RANT!"

2004-11-01T19:08:00.000-08:00

Is it just me or is The DUBya Fuckin' Retardid? Alright, the only way I can even conceive that he is not retardid is if he sends those slutty twins Jenna (Jamieson) & Barbara over them waters to get they fight and bomb dodgeball on. DUBya doesn't have any qualms about sending our asses cross them thar seas to fight the "enemy" for oil that we shall never partake a profit off of. He and "Don't be a" DICK Cheney are both up to their scrotums in this shit! This shit was planned before his ass even got into office.

Remember his infamous line, "Saddam tried to kill my Daddy!"

Don't be fooled this shit was planned from day one. DUBya is only doing his DADDY'S DIRTY Work. He could never be the man his DADDY wanted him to be so I guess he could at least do him this lil' Favor....

With me being a Veteran of 3 Wars/Conflicts, I have a problem with a mufukah giving orders who has never taken them same orders his damn self.

Now, I ain't sayin that John Kerry is The Truth like Beanie Siegel, who by the way just got 12 months for assault, for shooting a hater type cat outside the club cause he "TOUCHED" his girl, or Carl "The Truth" Williams, who got his ass STOMPED by Pre-Prozac Mike Tyson in round 1, nor am I sayin he is "The Answer" Like Allen Iverson (who did chase his wife BUCK-Nekkid out of their home @GUNPOINT). I'll just say he is just the lesser of 2 evils. But, I would gladly have my Commander in Chief be an awarded war Veteran, not some draft dodging, sniveling mildly retarded mamma's boy, with not only a drankin' problem, but he liked to sniff a lil' Powder ery now and again, as well....

Shit is all fucked up, what we gone do now, huh? What we gone do now????

Happy Hallowed EVE!!! Whatevah...

2004-10-31T16:35:00.000-08:00

So it's Halloween again, YES I did put out the decorations, as I have for the last 13 yrs (my son just turned 14). Now you know I decorate for everything, but the DAMN Tooth Fairy.... I think this will be our last year of decorations and celebrations... He is actually staying in to give out the candy. I guess the jig is up. I no longer have to spend $4000.00 on candy. Nor do I have to put up the Easter Bunny flag, or the Leprechaun poster, but I will still put up the Christmas decorations, that is just as much for me as it is for him....

Now it's time for a...True story

Real shit. Ok, it was Halloween about 4 years. We had agreed we would turn out the porch light and stop passing out candy at around 9:30 pm. At 10:30pm my doorbell rings I am thinking it's either the Rape man, a burglar or a wayward child that has no sense of time and is trick or treating alone, without his parent that would know better than to approach a dark ass door.......

I open the door and there stands a grown ass teenage boy, looks to be 19 or 20. He is dressed in a dirty t-shirt, with a over-sized flannel jacket, flooded jeans, he is using a pillowcase for his booty and a very broken down Jheri Curl wig, that had seen some better days when it was worn by Ms. Jenkins, head Usher at Mount Olive Greater New Hope COGIC AME aka the "Lunch Room lady's" head.

So I am thinking this baby is homeless is just using the Holiday as a front to come up. So I open the door ever so slightly and he says in a voice that saw puberty long ago, "Trick or treat."

Now don't get it twisted I thought of at least having my pistol in my waistband, just to let him know we could go there if I deemed it to be necessary. I give him a couple big scoops of candy then I ask him hey what the hell are you supposed to be? I had to ask, I know it was very uncouth, even crass in some circles. The dark circles and the dry white mouth should have been the give away, but of course I had to ask. I needed to know what he was supposed to be.... a usher board member, a lunch room attendant, what??? he told me that he was a, get this a CRACKHEAD!!!

I had to give him more candy just for being so inventive, so daring, so RETARDID. Now that made my night and of course I didn't answer the doorbell for the rest of the night, what could come after a CRACKHEAD?? I was afraid to ask.

It's Participation TIME

2004-10-27T20:55:00.000-07:00

Today is the beginning of The Southern Belle Participation Week.

I want to get to know YOU better. Please read all the questions, and answer as many of them as you want in the comments. HTML is allowed if you would like to bold your answers or whatever. There are refreshments such as fried chicken, watermelon, and kool-aid on the table over there, so help yourself. Thanks for playing!

*White folks to feel free to answer questions 1-4.

1. Have you ever had someone of the opposite race use a racial slur against you to your face, or behind your back? If so, how did it make you feel and how did you react?

2. Name 5 things that piss you off more than anything else:

3. Who are you voting for and why?

4. Have you ever bitch-slapped anyone and why?

5. Who do you believe is a bigger iconic embarrassment to the Black Community: Lil Kim, Michael Jackson, Condoleeza Rice, The Snipers, R. Kelly, Kobe Bryant, or Mo'nique from The Parkers? And why?

6. What kinds of things, do you think, will strengthen the black community?

Circus, Circus was truly a CIRCUS!!!

2004-10-25T10:20:00.000-07:00

Ok, so my sons b'day was yesterday and his only wish in life (as of late) has been to go to Las Vegas. So of course I tell him I have to go south of the border this weekend and he must tag a long. He ain't too happy but we decide that we will make the best out of a bad situation. Me & B head out to "Mexico" but we are really on our way to LV (5 hr drive). He is pretty smart so once he see the signs he starts cheesin real hard. Needless to say he was excited and so were we. We arrive at our final destination Circus, Circus. There is a floor dedicated to kids, with every arcade and carnival game you could think of... It was full of teenage kids who seemed to just want to "Kick It"
It was a "Hot Ghetto Mess". Teenage girls runnin' round with ponytails they've glued on with what looked to be Elmers glue (with dirty scrungees around said ponytails), way toooo tight jean (some of them looked like they were being CUT In Half), and of course the staple, the baby tee.

The young men (14-16 yr olds) dressed as wanna be gangbangers, smoking Black & Milds, talkin on cellys and one boys pants were hanging so low I swear I could see his ANUS!!!

I was afraid to let my son move more than 2 feet without me. I witnessed an altercation betwixt an older Filipino lady and what looked to be a 13-14 yr old black girl, all I heard was the girl say "Fuck you bitch" and the lady got right back with her and called her a black bitch!!! I was about to speak until I heard the girl talkin mucho shito! I was like, naw, see I would have had to hit lil momma with my freshly won Coffee Mugs. Of course girls wuz eyeballin' my 14 yr old son and my dude, so it put me in a precarious situation, I ain't one to roll my eyes at a child, but yet and still I got to stand my ground and let them know "You will respect me". Needless to say there was no funk between me and the mices (pronounced "Me-ciss") baby Hood Rats!

All in all we had a ball even if it was a bit traumatic on the eyes, my son did make a comment and even I was shocked, he wondered why they looked like Hood RATS?? Who knew he knew what a Hood Rat looked like. All I could think was please don't brang one of these thangs home, talkin bout you in lub.... Signed a worried Mom.

Stop all the Fakin'

2004-10-21T11:30:00.000-07:00

Ok, so now we really have to talk about these fake ass folks... I was trying to stall them out but I've got to speak my piece. I was at Neiman's doing what I do, minding my own BI. When I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Now the angel on my shoulder said ignore it and it too shall pass.... But, NO, it got louder and louder talkin' bout "do these Gucci Boots look good on me?" to her co-patna her fellow chicken-Rat. I was like oh shyt this bytch wants me to know she is 'bout to drop $600 on those ghetto ass knee high Gucci's (that will be on sale at the Young
Swap meezy next week) .

The scene went like this:

CR(Chicken Rat): Hey Girl I ain't even see you (air-Kisses) (bitch saw me when I left my house OK)
Moi: Hey what's up (real Dry, cause I don't really phucks with her like that, but I got my dude with me and you know I am cordial, even to the Rattiest of hoes!)
CR: girl you know I got to get these Gucci Boots
Moi: Girl, you know they look good on YOU.
CR: Ohkayy. You know bitches gone be hatin'
Moi: Uh huh
CR: Oh I like those boots you rockin'
Moi: Thanks (I was tryin on some bad ass Peanut Butta and Black Cole Haans) (Don't forget I got that fire ass LV Viva-cité GM on my arm so Madamoiselle Rat'tisha is really watchin' me)
CR: Oh I like that bag
Moi: Thanks, I got it here over there (I point to my Fav Gay friend at the Neiman's LV counter).
CR: Girl I need to get me another Dior (She meant to say Dijon, as in Mustard)
Moi: fah reel (http://www.handbag.com/fashion/howtolookgood/spottingfakes/)

Of course I grew tired of this fake ass clown and got real low... followed my love to the guys section so he could get his thang on. Came back and these broads was tryin to use 2 different charge cards, a bag of pennies and attempting to open a Neiman's insta-charge (They only accept Neimans, Cash or Ameri Exp) just to get some boots that she couldn't afford in the 1st place!

I've seen some of the richest Bytches that couldn't be fly in a Airplane. That shyt don't make you fly, you either have style or you don't. You can't Buy STYLE! I can go to a thrift store and hook up a fit, cause that's what I do. A bytch can go to Norstrom's and spend $800 and still look like TRASH!
All this to say, "Fucwhacuherd" I hits Marshalls, TJ MAXX, Ross, and Nordie's Rack and I ain't gone spend my mortgage tryin' to keep up with the Jones'!!!

U can be fly with a "Real" Nine West Bag, don't be buying bags out no niggas trunk, cuz they look like trash. Those status symbols along with yo snatchback ponytails with the "Black Gel" , them too tight jeans, fake nails, and "hazel" eyes and the like....ain't cute. Take that money and pay yo bills. You make the Fit the Fit don't make you!!!

Holl@ yo guhl... ONE!

Please peep the "HOT Ghetto Mess'

2004-10-20T11:17:00.000-07:00

http://www.hotghettomess.com/hgmframeset.htm

The WIRE & Stringer Bell.....

2004-10-20T10:53:00.000-07:00

If U don't watch the Wire on HBO on Sunday nights then I don't know what to tell you, other than Stringer is one of the Finest Neers on TV...EVER! If you read "The Coldest Winter" he IS Midnight or if you read "True to the Game" he is Quadeer aka "Q". Ok he ain't the FINEST neer in the world, but he showl is damn close!!! I am just sayin......

What in de Hell is "Meat Gazin" you may ask....

2004-10-18T23:52:00.000-07:00

Meat Gazin' is when a neer just happens to peep out another neers "PACKAGE" but not on accident. I ain't saying he was trying to look at his "Slanger" he just happened to be looking for his cell phone, for a quarter he dropped or his baby picture, whatevah! He just happened to see tha neers dick. Now what do you do as a man when caught looking at anothers Snake. I guess you act like your contact lenses are dry or you act like it ain't even happen... I guess as a women and someone walks by with a package so Nice it looks like you might have to sign for it.... I know women like "Meat Gazin" every now and then. I had never heard the term so you know I had to share... Now get back to work and stop "Meat Gazin" Don't let it get you in a trance, now that is called being "DICKmatized"!

Cocaine is a Powerful Drug, shit but so is love.....

2004-10-18T10:32:00.000-07:00

I entitled this entry using the infamous words of the late great Super Freak, Rick James. For years Crack had him in the choke hold, had him burnin folks with hot Crack Pipes until he was ready to change. You have to be high to make somebody smoke crack and them burn them with yo hot ass crack pipe!!! ANYWHO, I got a phone call this weekend that really sent me into shock, not like somebody had to put a spoon on my tongue, I didn't have a Grand Mal seizure, just small shock. One of my boys from da Crib has been fighting like Pookie, to get off dat Crack for over 16 yrs. I mean baby boy has been to prison, rehab, boot camp, locked in the house, living on the screet, kidnapped by dope boys and almost killed and still he said and I quote, "It be callin' me"!

I was so unsure of what to tell him, so I just asked God to guide my mouth on this. I ended up telling him the same thing I tell my girls when they complain about they mens. "You ain't gone get off the ride until YOU get tired". I can't will nobody to put down that glass Dick. All I can do is chit chat with them from time to time, keep them in prayer and hope for the best. We are all on our own timetables. Just because Jackie went CRACK Cold turkey and was back working at Popeyes in a week, that don't mean you will be able to do the same. Now I ain't just talking bout Crack. I am talking bout life. People need to stop comparing themselves to the JONES'.
Do you and when you really want to make a change, you will, not a minute before or a minute. Well I am thru preachin for today....

and remember in the infamous words of "G Money" in New Jack City, right before Nino Brown took him out, "CMB, CMB, I am my brothers keeper. We all we got!" Believe it or not, we are all we got. Stay true....to yourself.

Kid Capri is still bangin'

2004-10-15T19:16:00.000-07:00

You know I had to go and see "Kiddd Capriii". He was so off da hook. Everyone was in attendance, The football playahs (Mostly Bench Warmers and Practice squad), the drug dealers (neers dealing Viagara, Rogane and Extacy), Young "Swabbies" (Young sailors) and the sneaker Pimps (Neers who just want they hoes to make enough to get a new pair of Air Force Ones and a 'fit for the Club). Anyhow it was so off the hook, Da Kidd played everything from "One Mo Chance", to "Goodies" Remix and of course "Lean Back" at which time I almost blacked out, of course those 2 Chilled Patron Anejos didn't help matters. Well I am off, The Angie Stone & Anthony Hamilton Concert start in about 2 hrs, I must go get real, real cute.
Holl@ yo guhl......

Quote for the Day

2004-10-14T15:27:00.000-07:00

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.

-- Winston Churchill

Once a Hood Rat always a Hood Rat

2004-10-14T13:21:00.000-07:00

Now I ain't trying to start no funk, but I believe the above statement to be true. I know people change. Yeah whatevah! If the person was skanky, a RAT and scandalous back in 'da day, the probably still are. I got an acquaintenace, she is now so deep in the church that she is almost a Nun. Fah reel, she sort of looks like one.... She sends out these Biblical Quotes all day long... at least 2 or 3 a week. But I remember when she was the Extra ratty with a Jheri Curl, fishnet stockings, and the FIRST one to get something POPPIN'. A bottle of tequila in one hand and a Newport in the other. So I was like maybe she has changed.

Girl, I was on the phone with her about 2 months ago and I've never heard anyone talk to their children the way that she does. I mean its sit yo A@$ down you little SOBs, MFs, B#^@%%! and in the mix you know she had to throw in a "AIN'T God good". After speaking with her I realized she was still real RATTY, just in a different disguise. Like I said....

Lloyd Banks CONCERT....

2004-10-13T20:38:00.000-07:00

Oh ok, I did go to the Lloyd Banks Concert... YOU know who was there.... that Kanye West wannabe ass neer I had messed with and u know what he had said... "I can't believe you cut your hair!" I was like I can't believe u still ain't got no job, I can't believe you still think u are Jay Z, and I can't believe that you are renting a house for $1800 per month, because u r an ex-felon with bad credit, and u can't vote... So when I finished TALKIN' to myself in my head :-) Don't trip, he is a felon...Duh! I told him as politely as possible, it was time for a change. All he could do was give me the Filipino head nod and say "right, right" Oh yeah It was off da glass..... Holla @ yo girl, I am still in rapper chick mode.

It ain't all good....

2004-10-13T19:03:00.000-07:00

Why do neers always spit that same ol tired ass line. Neer on death row,doin football numbers and what does he say, "Shyt, it's all Good!" That is what it ain't.