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

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.

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!!

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....

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

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!!!

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????

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)......

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...

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

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!

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...

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.....

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....

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...

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???

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....

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....

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"

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....

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)