


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!
D-Place is where you will get my thoughts on things happening either in my life, around the world or just something that I want to get off of my chest. I hope you enjoy what you read and feel free to make a comment.



So many had so much to say about Micheal. Good and bad. I don't think that anyone can understand or will ever understand what he must have had to endure in his childhood or adulthood.
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.

I don't know why I only get to moving when I feel under pressure. What the hell is that all about? At work or at home it's the same thing. I know what needs to be done. In most cases I find all types of things to do that don't need to be done and sometimes o make more of a mess. That I end up having to take care of either at the same time or just before the task that really needs to be done.
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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!!!!!!


I'm so excited I don't know what to do with myself. I've been packing for a couple of days now. Putting things in the bag taking things out. Reshuffling clothes etc.
When I first met him several thoughts danced in my head.
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.




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!!!




Chuma,
The results of my little situation on Christmas night was less than I anticipated after staying up really late thinking about how I would talk to my missing friend. I'll call him BuckBuck.
I haven't talked about this because I guess for some reason it just didn't feel real to me. I've had very minimal feelings about it which I think is strange. Sometimes I feel a tinge of excitement and other times it just feels like a story that I'm reading. I'm unsure of what to expect. I've been trying to read things online but the things that I've read have only made added to my nervousness.
I don't mind getting my hands dirty and love the feeling of accomplisment when my efforts are something that will be useful for someone else. So that's what I'm going to do.