Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
A newscaster and a great uncle
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Really cried when my grandmother passed away.
3. Do you like your handwriting?
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Oh yes - My best friend
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS ?
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
10. Favorite Oatmeal
None hate that slop
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
How else are you going to get them off. dumb question.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Yes I do.
McConnell's Cappucino Ice Cream....mmm
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST
Doesn't matter it's just something for people to think about.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Beige pants and brown shoes
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Some crackers...I better eat a real meal soon.
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Fran Dresher on the Wendy Williams Show
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
23. FAVORITE SMELLS?
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOu TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Some fool at work with a problem.
yeah, He aight
26. Any Sport
Track & gymnastics
27. HAIR COLOR?
Thai and Soul food
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
35. HUGS OR KISSES?
36. FAVORITE DESSERT?
I was going to say cherry pie...but then I had the red velvet cheese cake at the Cheesecake Factory...mmmmm
The Help by Kathryn Stockett
45. WHAT TIME IS IT NOW?
46. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PRAYED?
A few moments ago
Monday, November 02, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Well no need for me to get all excited cuz I won't be going to any of them because of this damn month-end work that I have to do. I started the process at 9pm yesterday. The program took until 10:30 am this morning to complete. Then I have to run some reports on the data. Because this program is soooo crappy. It never picks up all the documents that it's supposed to. As it happens every F*$#ing month more than 1500 records have to be processed again. This took almost 4 hours and then still 1000 records still didn't run. Now I have to run these 1000 again. I'm sooo pissed about this mess. It has completely ruined my chance to have some fun on Halloween.
I'm writing on this blog while that bitchass program is running. Lawd let it take an hour. (wishful thinking)
Oh yeah I was going to be a Black Panther this year. I got the afro wig and errthang!Anyway, Happy Hallo-damn-ween!!
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Anyway I'm breaking that pattern for this. If you love music like I do I think you'll get goosebumps too.
On a social note why are we accepting the mediocre talent that the music industry puts out there with a hot beat to make a song hot but the singers really can't sing? I guess I know the answer...get a one hit wonder don't pay them much and get another one right after that. Real singers they'd have to pay for a long time and the expense would increase with their popularity. sigh what a world what a world...Wicked Witch of the East.
After Thought: I just found out the Jessica Cornish does have a record deal now with a U.S. Company. She's from the U.K. I'll be looking for her cd like crazy!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
That's all I'm saying his behavior is not worth any future comment. See his weak ass apology by clicking the link below
WEAK ASS APOLOGY
Oh yeah!!! Beyonce gets KUDOS for her grace and generosity in giving Taylor her time. I guess the country girl does have some class and I'm glad to see it. Much respect to Beyonce!!!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Rarely do you see or hear the stories of real people fighting to survive this type of life. So can one really garner an understanding of what the circumstances are that caused them to be where they are or the strength to survive, change, and move?
Tonight I was at a friends and he showed me a trailer for a documentary that he wrote and directed. He will showcase it later this month. From the little bit that the tailer shows I can already tell that one will walk away with a greater understanding of this type of life. You will be educated and hopefully inspired to move. What movement? That depends on you and your strength. Please check out the trailer for his documentary Stranded in the Motor City. Also, Click this link to access the movies website.
Stranded In The Motor City
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
The reason I'm posting these nonsense posts is because I'm marinating on some other stuff of more importance to me. Hopefull it will flow from my fingertips to the keyboard and to this blog soon.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Enjoy this clip of Jackie in her earlier days. You can also check out Jackie on her myspace page to see what she's up to. Just click on her name wherever you see it.
Once again Happy Jackie Washington's Day!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I understand that he was a shrewd business man. I'm sure he was named that because he was in control of his life and career. Some in this world tear people down who appear to be in control of their lives. So they pick and find little things and turn them into big things until one is whittled down in spirit. I didn't know Micheal personally but I would guess that his death was related to not only the prescription drugs that he might have taken but also due to stress.
Micheal meant a lot to the Black community as he was the 1st Black performer to perform in many countries around the world. Like the Supremes...all Black people rushed to see them on Black and White televisions and were all so proud. Proud as if we were relatives of the Supremes. I believe there appearance was a glimpse of hope for our future. A hope that Black people would be respected and seen. Through their performances doors opened for others. Micheal Jackson gained notoriety that got black people noticed around the world. He lit up stages around the world to mass appeal.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Current Location: At my desk
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: dark brown with a little grey :-(
Right Handed or Left Handed: right
Your Heritage: African-American
The Shoes You Wore Today: tan loafers
Your Weakness: oatmeal raisin cookies and ice cream and nipples
Your Fears: Birds
Your Perfect Pizza: meat lovers ..no anchovies!!
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: getting my kitchen redone
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: LOL
Thoughts First Waking Up: What am I going to do today
Your Best Physical Feature: My skin
Your Bedtime: when ever i start nodding or realize i gotta get up in the morning
Your Most Missed Memory: my best friend and i hanging out all day long
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King: Burger King
Single or Group Dates: Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: neither
Do you Swear: Hell yeah
Do you Sing: I do but not well...and only for myself.
Do you Shower Daily: Yes there are those days on the weekends that I don't cuz i'm not going anywhere.
Have you Been in Love: Yes
Do you want to go to College: Finished
Do you want to get Married: Hmmm not sure
Do you believe in yourself: Yes I does!
Do you get Motion Sickness: uh huh
Do you think you are Attractive: Yes
Are you a Health Freak: I wish
Do you get along with your Parents: Sort of
Do you like Thunderstorms: no
Do you play an Instrument: My organ..hee hee
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Yes
In the past month have you Smoked: Yes
In the past month have you been on Drugs: Yes perscription for back pain
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Noooooooo anybody wanna set me up?
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes Beverly Center
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yuck hate fish
In the past month have you been on Stage: Yes
In the past month have you been Dumped: no u gotta have a date for that
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no
Ever been Drunk: Yep
Ever been called a Tease: When I was young...I don't play now
Ever been Beaten up: Hell to the Naw
Ever Shoplifted: yes I was young
How do you want to Die: In my sleep
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Rich
What country would you most like to Visit: Ghana again
Number of Drugs I have taken: Today? only 1
Number of CDs I own: too many to count
Number of Piercings: none
Number of Tattoos: none
Number of things in my Past I Regret: Don't regret anything. However wish I made some differnt choices.
In a Boy/Girl…
Favorite Eye Color: Green
Short or Long Hair: doesn't matter
Height, Tall or Short? either
Physique you like -Muscular, Athletic, Slender, a Few Extra Pounds, Large, Obese: Athletic or Slender
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Whew that was a harsh way of starting things off. Unfortunately, I feel that it is true. I'm not speaking for anyone but myself or am I? I think it's a true compliment to be imitated. At the same time I sometimes feel as if anything that Black people create is in some way stolen from us. It's fine for us to take pride in knowing that we created a thing. What is wrong is when we are not acknowledged for it. Somethings even if we aren't acknowledged, there's just no way it can be denied where it came from.
When people of other cultures adopt what we have created. They are looked at in aw as an amazing talent. There's some truth to that because Black people are extra amazing people and if anyone can imitate us and that imitation is believeable then they deserve praise.
I give God the praise for creating us in his image. I googled "in God's image" and found a site where it asked people in a forum what that meant. There were many good answers. However this answer supports what I'm trying to convey.
"Quite literally the word translated"image" means shadow.We are shadows of an Extra-Dimensional Super Intelligence. It means we are something like Him But without the power or exterior effectiveness of the Overmind. We can Love, and hate and fight and cherish, but we can never love everything that ever was or will be. We are reflections or images of the Originator, but we are all the more so when we try to be like Him. even as children are the image of their parents That is in truth what it mean to be in His Image. It also means that we fall under His shadow of protection. "
If this is true then does that mean all the other cultures are made in Black people's image? At least that would support some of my earlier statements. Hee hee. I'm going to say yes, it does mean that.
See exhibit Z-9733908679209348387923430897848752-7845489498 below. Hope it makes you smile and tell the Lord that you love him!
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Then when the date gets closer that something absolutely must be completed. That's when I jump into action. Mind you I jump complaining all the time that either I should have started this sooner or that this task is more than I thought it was.
Even right now. I need to have taken the trash out earlier. It's 11:38pm and I thought about this from the moment that I got home. However, I have watched tv, took a nap, made more trash but still not taken it out. I'm on here blogging about it. After I finish this blog I'm going to put my shoes on get all the trash together. Make all that noise that the trash cans make rolling them to the curb.
In the end it all comes out ok. Just wish I had the motivation to do things a lot earlier than I do.
I just get so distracted. I know there's a reason for this that I intend to explore..but right now I gotta take the trash out.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Instead of winning the lottery I got back pain. Dammit. I was trying to move this cement bench top that I have in my yard. There were some guys here putting up new fencing and they didn't put the bench back together. I think I know why now! Well I bent over to lift it..(obviously not the right way) and realized that this damn thing is heavy. So the little bit that I lifted it off the ground I quickly put it back down. I didn't feel any pain at the time just went on about my business. Well the next morning when I woke up I could barely get out of the bed! What the hell. At the time I didn't even remember the bench it took me almost 4 days to realize that that's what had happened. Is that a sign of age...lawd it probably is. sigh.
Anyway, my back was OK for most of the week except getting out of bed. That is until Friday when it was hurting all day long. So 2 Saturdays ago I went to Rite Aid and asked the Pharmacist what I should take that was over the counter. Motrin she said and take 3 tablets. Well I read the directions and it said to take 1 or 2 if 1 didn't help. So I figured the drug companies know what they are talking about and took 1. Well within a half hour I was feeling fine. That is until Monday when it took me a couple of hours before the back pain subsided. Then I went into work. On Tuesday, the pills didn't help and I was at work feeling like OMG! So I left early to make an appointment with the doctor. Of course my Doctor was unavailable so I had to go to Urgent Care. The Motrin had kicked in again so I was OK but the Doctor I saw gave me a prescription for muscle relaxer and Ibuprofen. Thank God he also gave me a Doctor's excuse cuz I was in hella pain this morning. It's been almost 12 hours and I'm finally feeling like I can walk about ok.
I was reading online something that said walking helps so I'm going to head out in a minute to return some lamp shades that don't fit. That makes no damn sense to me. Why wouldn't any lamp shade fit on to any lamp. It may not look right but they all should fit. So I'm back to playing the lottery and of course someone won the money after it went up to $200 mil or something. I think 3 tickets won. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr
Oh Yeah En Vogue is trying to come back. Good luck girls!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
And if I can find out where this house is that the Bentley is parked at, I'm getting that too!!!!
Sorry for all the cussin...I'm just sick of this economy...my 401k is suffering and I need to use that for the naked dancers to lead me down my spiral staircase and drop it on the stairs for me to walk on as I greet everyone at my I ain't workin no dayum more party!!!!!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
I don't want to bring up Africa in every post I make for the next 6 months but I think that that trip was indication in so many ways why I need to give thanks. All expenses were paid for me, I met some incredibly self-sustaining, kind people, a connection to my ancestors was realized and I came home and still am able to sustain myself without difficulty in these trying economic times. I have a Mercedes Benz that I was able to pay for in cash, I own my own home and he has kept me safe from harm. So I say thank you!!
Not only has the Lord done enough. He is able and willing to do even more because he loves us. All we have to do is ask and have faith that he will supply us our every need.
I'm not looking at my blessings pridefully. I know that even if I did not have the material things or the experiences that I've had, that the Lord would still ensure my security. I have faith that he loves me and will protect me for all the days of my life.
So this is why I know that if he is done doing things for me then he has done enough!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I learned where some of the traditions that we have today came from. The funny thing is that many of the traditions or rituals that we have I don't think we really know where we got them from. When we visited the chief we had to bring him a bottle of schnapps. This was used for the pouring of libations. Whenever there is a ceremony there is a pouring of libations. In this tradition what happens is the chief holds a glass of schnapps up to thank god and then pours some on the ground for the ancestors before he takes a sip himself. This is very similiar to what people do when the pour some liquor on the ground for the homies that are gone. When I learned this it made me think that someone heard about this ritual but somehow misinterpreted it a little. But yet and still it's done and it came from Africa. They talked about Ghanian time...which is the same thing as CP time (colored people time). You've heard the saying that it takes a villiage to raise a child. You probably even lived that growing up and being reprimanded by a neighbor or someone not of your family but that knows your family. We it doesn't have to be said in Africa it's just done. Children roamed around the villiage alone with no fear of being harmed because there is always someone watching and taking care of them. This is where we got that from too.
Even with these traditions or rituals that we were able to hold on to and not knowing why necessarily. We still somehow were able to hold on to things that slave masters couldn't take from us. Now that's just a couple of things that I found similiar but there are more.
You may have read or heard a Black person reciting in a poem or stated in a book or some other source that we are Kings and Queens. I have even said it before in my blog. What I realized while in Africa is that we are not all Kings and Queens and that was evident to me by the hierarchy of things that I saw. So I will no longer refer to myself as a King or anyone else that is Black as King or Queen because the truth of the matter is that I just really don't know. The one thing that I do know and as sad as it is this is one thing that all Black people in America, Spain, or anywhere else in the world can be proud of is that those slaves that were taken from Africa and survived the horrific circumstances that they did were the strongest of Africans. While visiting one of the slave castles the African guide made this quite clear. Not only did they survive the unsanitary and inhumane transportation but even surviving the time spent in the slave castle was indication of their strength. 100s of African men, women and children positioned in rooms with little space to move. There were no bathrooms for the slaves to relieve themselves or places for women to clean themselves when menstruating. So the stench of all this they endured in rooms approximately 500 square feet holding upwards of 200 people, in tightly packed rooms in the castle and also on the ships.
We are who we are and can be proud of our ancestors and know that even if we couldn't survive what they did then today...it's possible that wherever that strength came from is the continued strength that our slave ancestors and beyond had that now affords us some of the liberties that we have today. If you didn't know before you should know now that we come from strong people. Be proud of that because the strength that they had is still in us.
Somkey Robinson recited a poem on Def Comedy Jam sometime ago. Take a listen.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
There's a lot more to write but we are on our way to the orphanage and have a meeting just before to prepare us.
Hope all are well.
Friday, March 13, 2009
We'll be going into town later today to experience more of the city before we move on to another region. You know I love art and in the hotel there was an art gallery. They actually let me take picutes of it. The pictures in this blog are a part of the gallery and just a few of my favorites.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Now today is the day that we take off. Tomorrow I will be in AFRICA!
I got online earlier today and a friend of mine that lives in NY hit me up. He's African and said that he is going to be in Accra towards the end of the month. How great is that! By the time he gets there is when we will have our free time to pretty much do whatever we want so this is perfect. I'll be able to hang out with him and see the side of Ghana that I was so nervous about before. Now I'll have no need to be nervous because I'll be with someone that I trust and knows his way around.
He keeps saying how fine the guys are there. Hopefully I'll have some pictures to show you to prove that fact!
Monday, March 02, 2009
The words attractive, intelligent, sensitive, caring, honorable and sexy came to mind. These thoughts stayed in my head for quite some time. Even though some of the words that spilled from his lips showed thie idiotic logic, insecure tendencies, and misleading intent. I hung on to the initial words that filled my head. Whether it was what I wanted to hear and see really doesn't mean a thing any longer because now I'm so over him.
Finally my eyes opened and I could hear and see clearly that he was not the prince that I once thought.
In fact he became the forgotten soul that slithers near it's prey. Searching for anything that will make it feel as if its a prince. Devouring maliciously gifts bestowed upon him in appreciation for the falsehood that lies within.
I actually hadn't thought about him for several months then someone asked me about him today and I needed a minute to realize who they were talking about. Who? I said...The distastefulness in my mouth required me to spit. I only replied no we don't talk anymore and left it at that.
It struck me strange that I hadn't thought about him because at one time I thought my relationship with him would be something special. How wrong was I.
I got past the days of wanting to cuss him very quickly. As my motto goes..."Enjoy the moment". That moment was over long before it started when I think retrospectively about it. As he said he wasn't the man for me. That was the one truth he told.
For awhile I felt sorry for him and on some level I probably still do. Not because he's not with me. More so, because he is lost. He will encounter many because that is what he does...but none will stay long and even those that he has known long will not be loyal to him. For after awhile they realize too that he is not a prince but instead a forgotten soul filled with lies, misery, confusion, and delusions. He doesn't know it because they say it behind his back. His clandestine activities are ineffective in their camaflauge. More people know of his works than he even knows.
When the time comes that you can clearly see someone for who they are is when you know who you really are. I'm completely over him and my life is much better. The picture of him is clear in my mind. Especially since I am seeing him from the inside.
The lesson here is to put yourself first and listen with more than your heart.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I just realized that Deonte'K posted on this movie too in January. Well I really have nothing else to say about it...don't want to make him mad...he thinks Beyonce is his 2nd wife..hee hee.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
When I was young I wanted to be a Carol Burnett dancer on her variety show. I know I'm dating myself but what the hell I don't look it! :-P There was only one black male dancer on the show and they always had him in the back. I just knew that if I was dancing on the show they'd have to put me in the front because I was so good. I can remember my brother saying to me that he thought I was going to join the Navy because of the Navy movies that I used to watch. Little did he realize, the navy movies that I was watching were of Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly portraying seaman and I used to watch those movies because I loved the dancing. Here's a clip of one of Carol Burnett's show's with the Jackson 5 performing. You'll see the black dancer in his normal spot in the back or far off to the left.
Although the show didn't have that much soul ...yeah that was what we said at the time...I still wanted to dance on it. You didn't see many black dancers at all on TV during these times. Now these clips show some black dancers with soul. If you want to go straight to the dancing go to about 2:40 mins
Saturday, January 31, 2009
I have been popping patience pills for awhile now. But lately I feel like I'm about to overdose. I haven't been blogging or reading blogs for a few days.
Since the new year I have worked my A$$ off. I'm being stressed to the limit with things that people expect of me and those that are disregarding me.
I remember years ago someone told me that I didn't know how to say no. So I learned but lately I feel like my lessons have been lost. I need to practice...no no no no no no, no dammit!
I hope to be back to normal next week. Sorry I haven't been around for a few days.
Oh yeah I almost got kicked off the Africa trip. I'll have to blog about that one of these days. Still pissed off about it. But I am going and can't wait!!!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
As Martin Luther King, Jr and President Barack Obama used words of hope. So do I. I hope for small changes that make big impacts.
The picture in this post is the subject of my hope. Hope that young and old Black men will be seen in a new light. A light that doesn't focus on our faults, so vividly displayed by the media at every turn, but on the strengths of our character, creativity, intelligence, commitment and beauty.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Vernon a gay man served in the armed forces. I met Vernon through his ex lover Greg as they remained very good friends. Soft spoken, with his military discipline he had a kind heart and embraced me as a new friend. I was the youngest of their group of friends. There was always something going on. From a party, bar-b-Que, road trip to San Francisco or San Diego, beach parties, you name it they always included me.
As I began to get a little older and find my way through Los Angeles on my own with the lessons they had taught me. I would see Vernon out at the club or just around the city. He still looked good and still had that smile that let you know he cared about you.
Years later I heard that Vernon had AIDS and he wasn't doing very well. He was home with his mother here in Los Angeles. Maybe 3 weeks after I heard the news of his illness, I received another phone call that Vernon had died and given the details of his funeral.
I was there for the service that was held at the funeral home. His home Church would not allow his AIDS ridden body into the Lord's house. I remember the night when he passed and Greg and Vernon's mother attempted to find a Funeral Home that would take him. None of the Black popular funeral homes in L.A. would take him so they settled for a small one in the Black community. The white funeral homes were called too but all hung up once they found out the cause of his death.
After a few days of his body laying in the hospital the small black funeral home picked him up. The funeral home told his mother that they would be able to embalm him unlike most of the other homes that would not even if they did take him. As the ritual is you give the funeral home the clothes that you want the deceased to be buried in. His mother purchased a brand new Armani Suit (like Vernon always wanted), shoes, shirt and tie.
On the day of the funeral Vernon's mother was told by the Funeral Director that the service would be a closed casket funeral, due to the effects of embalming a person with AIDS. The service went on without a hitch. The procession formed and we were off to the cemetery. While following the hearse all of a sudden it stopped in front of the cemetery gates. We all pulled over and got out of our cars to find out what was wrong.
I walked over to Greg who was riding with Vernon's mother and he told me that, Vernon's mother insists on seeing her son before he is put in the ground. The reason they stopped outside the cemetery's gates is because this was a military cemetery and once inside Vernon would be the property of the military and nothing could be done. They tried to get the Funeral Director to open the casket right there. They were insistent but to no avail the Director said it was illegal to do that. They said the only way they could open the casket would be back at the funeral home.
Back to the funeral home we went. I can not imagine what was going on in the heads of the funeral home employees and director as we headed back. Once back at the funeral home they took the casket into a back room where they would allow only Vernon's mother and Greg to enter. All was silent outside the room waiting for this to end so that we could take Vernon to his final resting place. Moments later we hear arguing, the Funeral Director didn't want to open the casket. I understand that Greg pushed him out of the way and opened the casket. The next sounds was the scream and wailing of Vernon's mother.
The funeral home had not touched Vernon's nude body that still lay in the sheets from the hospital bed stuffed in a body bag! The Police were called and so was the news. An hour later only the Police had arrived. There was no news to report this travesty.
The task of finding another funeral home as you can guess was difficult. One was however found and this time there was no service. Just the burial. Vernon was buried in his Armani Suit, shoes, shirt and tie this time. He was put to rest finally with dignity.
I'm very thankful to have had Vernon as a friend.