Journalisticks

If you haven't noticed by now and I'm sure you have, I like to write. Scratch that. I LOVE to write. It's a no-brainer that when find hot sites or online mags that sign up or register for them. Here's a brand-spanking new (as in February 2007)site called Journalisticks, an online community for writers. I like to think of it as a Myspace for journalists, but I could wrong. I just registered maybe an hour ago.

Launched in February 2007, Journalisticks.com is an online community for journalists of color. It’s a place to connect, rant, rave and showcase your work to an audience of peers. The best part: All of the content is supplied by you.

-www.journalisticks.com

Journalisticks was founded by Chloe Hilliard, a New York University journalism graduate. Did I mention that she is the former news editor of Source Magazine? Yep! Can't hate a woman for getting up and getting her dreams out, right?

For those who want to see their names in the bylines of major and even not-so-major publications, I suggest you log on here.

Reality TV Makes Me Smile

So, it's Friday. For atleast 20 minutes, I will neglect my job duties and blog. Did you check the title? It's so true. I don't care how many reality shows they pull out of the woodworks, I will watch atleast 50 percent of them. These are the shows that bring me so much joy week after week.

The Hills: Nothing like watching idiotic, rich girls enjoy life and love in the big city.

The Real World: Tyree, I like you, but you need to calm down. No, you will not be remembered as the guy who was arrested for urinating outside of his own house. You will forever be remembered as The Angry Black Man and that title was established on the very first episode.
Jen, why must you be an instigating, all in your biz slutter?
Colie, are you nuts or what? You are NOT in love with Alex.
Davis, you are the hottest Caucasion going right now. Too bad you like boys.

ANTM: Needs no explanation. Renee', I wanna crack your mutha_____ forehead! Nigel, you are one big peice of hotness.

Bad Girls Club: I don't want to watch you anymore because Lele is gone! Whhhhyyyyy? First Ty, now Lele. There's nothing but dingbats left in the house.

Run's House: Did I miss the season opener? And why are you on BET now? Nothing wrong with that! Diggy, you are the BOMB! JoJo, you clearly proved on Rap City (hadn't watched it in years) that you cannot rap. Justine goes waaaay harder than you. I hope my marriage can be as fun as the Simmonses. Run and Justine, that is.

College Hill: Tsk tsk tsk, BET...I'm convinced that Louisianans are decendents of the Virgin Islands. The accents are too similar. Also, people just stop! You are a disgrace. No way in heezy Southern's season was this bad. But it is real. UGH

I Love NY: It amazes how anyone and their mama (literally) can get a show. But it is very entertaining, even if it is fake as Sister Patterson's hair. The killer was when Pootie took the phrase "Kill Yoself" to heart and threw himself down the steps. What exactly did you hope to accomplish, Poot Poot? Pure comedy!

Speaking of Pootie....

WTH?

Hair Trauma: Black folks and a hair salon. Enough said.

Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?/Bridezilla: Yet another show to make me sad and happy that I am not married.

Open Letter, Part 1

Dear ______________

God: Give me the strength to facilitate for 3 consecutive hours every other night next week.

Oral Communications Class: Sorry I didn't post your grades yet. Simply put, I don't feel like it.

Ankle: Please, stop twisting constantly during my walk from the parking garage to the office.

Heidi from The Hills: Please, wake up. Don't constantly play yourself over Spencer. He looks like the human version of Johnny Bravo.



I can't believe you're going to take him back next week AFTER he told you to get out of his car. Grow a brain, will you?

Andre Leon Talley: Make a dentist/orthodontist appointment immediately. Git yo teef game up, mane!

Co-worker: Please, stop making everything "Happy," as in "Happy Spring" or "Happy Thursday." I understand your sense of positivity, but it really gets on my nerves. "Happy" that!

T-Pain: Why is every song you're on the tightest thing going? I can't believe that because your singing abilities are slim to none. P.S. Daaaammmnn! 28s!

Random Myspacers: Stop taking the a$$ to the camera shots. Just stop!

Random Picture Posters: Stop taking pictures in the junkiest, dirtiest parts of your house. We can see it! That's what the cropping function is for. Use it!

Mexicans: Why you gotta put the tamale stands by my house?

The Rose Man @ the Club: Is this side hustle really relevant in the year 2007? Make your paper though.

Now That's Talent!

I just got a link from a friend who lives in New York and he says verbatim: "This little girl is the sh*t in NYC right now." Her name is Nia, one of the most talented 5-year-olds you'll ever see. I'm sure you've forwarded emails with Youtube videos of her singing Earth, Wind & Fire, but she has taken it to another level. She has even performed with them, been the Today Show and is now in Mary J. Blige's commercial for her Reflections album.

You can tell her parents listen to old school music, instead what's played on the radio today. Thank God! If I hear another toddler singing I'ma Flirt, I'ma Scream! Look at this pumpkin pie. I just love da kids!


http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=cgoldsmith

Girl, Don't Date Him!!!

Because I'm a woman and a sensible one at that, there are some things that I will take to the grave. There are some things that I will not tell you. BUT, since someone else brought it up yesterday, why not? The confession begins...

Have you ever heard of Dontdatehimgirl.com?

I had. About a year ago I received an email from a friend about it and thought, Oh God, the HORROR! Imagine dating someone who was listed on that website. Let me break it down, so...well, you know the rest. The purpose of the website is supposedly to post the pictures and low-down on cheating men. Of course, women being the bitter b*tches we are, have since taken the website to another level. This site can literally ruin a man's rep, especially if he's from a small town or city. So much that there are actually lawsuits for slander against the site. You can list everything: height, weight, email addresses, pics--you name it, it's on there.

Back to me.

Last summer, I met, well, re-met this guy who was so hot to me. All the stats checked out. First did I say he was hot? Tall, slightly thick, yet not husky, dressed well, employed with this mysterious thing about him. I already knew him, but not really. You know what I mean. Our dates were wonderful. Did you catch the keyword? DATES. Don't forget that "S" which means plural--more than one. (That's hard to come by these days.) I was completely comfortable around him. Just a really nice guy. All the laughter and talking I could hope for. And he played in my hair (Ooooooh.)!!!!

Then he fell off, somewhat. Something told me to end our little thing. I ignored that something, of course. Then one day I got an email from a friend with his profile on http://www.dontdatehimgirl.com/. There was no picture, but it was him. There was some terrible stuff in that profile. I knew for a fact most of it wasn't true or just twisted. However, I was so hurt! My dream man (who I knew wasn't good for me anyway) was on Dontdatehimgirl.com. He was such a nice person. (sighing) There's that nice bone twitching again.

As you can see once more, these are the kind of things that happen to me.

Did I tell him his rep was being ripped to shreds with every point and click? Believe me, I toiled over it. But I didn't tell him. Even though some of the information was wrong, I figured he had to have done something pretty foul for a woman to go through all that to put him on blast. Yes, he has called me and no, I didn't answer. I had to follow my first mind. (Saying in my Mama's voice) Didn't I tell you to listen to God when He speaks?! I'm positive I saved myself from drama. He was definitely a ladies man.

So don't just sit there, go look for your exes and currents(and other's) Don't date him (again), girl!!

Project Apartment/Weekend Stuff

This weekend was packed with running around and fun activities, yet so boring at the same time. Just how I like it. The highlight of the weekend would be....I found an apartment. For the low-low. And it's in a nice neighborhood. Yes indeedy, Mr. Petey! After I saw the lease special I started singing Jesus is On the Mainline, Tell Him What You Want right there in the leasing office. And you know I'm serious. Everything else is good. I have to be the only person who had everything that goes into an apartment, furniture, home accents, bed/bath/kitchen accessories included) before there was actually an apartment to live in. That's me though. Preparation is key.

I admitted to myself that I am a list-maker. I make lists--of anything and everything. I get on these spastic trips in which I engulf myself in the whatever I'm into. For example, the apartment. No, this isn't my first one, but it's the first in which I'll live alone. So this has been my "project." I make lists of what I need, don't need, already have, want. I make lists of budgets, minus additional monthly income, plus additional income. It is official that I am as crazy as they come.

On a serious note, I have a question about clubs. Actually about people. Black people, maybe? Nah, just people, in general. Why do we thrive off of being "important"? Case and point: There a little spot I go to occasionally on Fridays. Clearly, it's smaller than the palm of my hand, but it goes pretty hard most of the time. (Hint: It's free admission) Packed, crowded, crunk, whatever your choice of words are, that's what this place is---always! I have my little spot where my friends and I stand. It just so happens to be near the VIP (if that's what you want to call it) section. When people have birthday parties there, they usually party there. Nevermind that it's like $1,000 for a party that only includes balloons and maybe a bottle of champagne. Anyway, you should have seen girls trying to break their necks to get into VIP for this guy's party. They were like crack fiends. He looked like he was 14 years old and he only allowed women in. To top that off, guys were killing themselves to get in, too. Why am I complaining you ask?

I'm not complaining because every time I turned around, some chick and her "girl" were damn near knocking me down to get to the bouncer to negotiate getting in. I know what you're thinking: Why do you stand by the VIP anyway? That's what you get. I'm not complaining because random hips and breasts were hitting my arm like every five seconds. Believe me, I moved imMEEGIDly after that. Guys moving past me had to hold my waist to make "excuse me" more effective (why do they do that?). I'm complaining because of this. VIP is only 1,2 steps up from everybody else! VIP is also where the DJ is housed. The only difference between them and the rest of us is they have complimentary chicken wings. WTH?? Does that really say that you are an important person??

The guy was asking every woman he ever knew to "come up to VIP and do it big" with him. Are you serious? Like foreal? VIP is overrated and not because I wasn't in it. If I wanted to be around all those breasts and legs, I would have filled out an application at Popeye's. No thanks!!!

Keeping the Lines of Communication Open

It's hard to talk to everybody you know--to know exactly what's going on in their lives. I'm finding that out more and more everyday.

There's this girl who "knows everybody, talks to everyone and keeps in touch with everyone." Always knows what's going on. What happened to who, what, when, where and why. I'm that girl, or atleast I used to be. In college, I knew all kinds of people, the quiet ones, the loud ones, the party people, the popular people, the revolutionaries. Let's not forget about roommates, suitemates, people in my department, linesisters and sorors. Did I mention I have 83 linesisters? YEAH, real talk. That's an army in itself. And I cannot forget my friends from high school here at home and abroad.

Anyway, I don't feel the strong need to chit chat with everyone from my past like I used to. But there are those who I want to know I still care about what's going on with them. Even with all the new options in communication, you'd think you could communicate with the world. "Uh, I didn't have your cell number" is the lamest excuse ever these days. Email, Myspace, Facebook, IM takes care of all of that. I'm IM'ing two of my linesisters as I type, actually. Hey Nina and Jef!

The point is that I sometimes feel bad for not getting with my folks, especially those who are in the same city. I love these chicas dearly. Take into account I'd been hiding in my hole for three months. BUT STILL. Where's the time to do it all? Sometimes we have to be okay with the fact that people have their own lives. We get tired. We don't feel like hanging out like we used to. Things change.

Which brings me to another point. There are those who you have met who will always have a special place in your heart. Whether you went out on the town, sat in class together, worked with youth together at church, lived together for a semester or worked together at an old job, it doesn't matter. You don't want to say, our experience together is over--PEACE!! (or atleast I don't) There are also those who are friends, REAL friends and those who are just associates. If you have a clique of 15 people you kick it with, chances are...somebody is an associate. Knowing the difference between the two saves a lot of time and a lot of drama.

People Leave

Yesterday the Church of God in Christ said see ya later to their presiding bishop, Bishop G.E. Patterson. He died from heart complications and colon cancer at the age of 67. No, I am not COGIC, but I live in the same city as Patterson and the headquarters of COGIC. Every year thousands of "Saints" come here to "the Convocation" to lift up God for entire. COGIC is a part of Memphis, thus, everyone, Pentecostal or not, feels the sting from his death.

I also know firsthand the pain of losing my pastor who'd been the leader of my church since before my birth. Ironically, he died when I was 21, the same age my mama was when her pastor died. He was killed during a trip to a church conference in New Orleans on a Tuesday. No one could believe it, it was so sudden. He had just done a wedding at church on Saturday. A week before he'd done a sermon for all the youth, disussing AIDS and sex and violence, which was completely out of the ordinary for him. I was okay at first, but by the second day, I cried alllll day and alll night for days. I couldn't imagine someone else standing in his place. I can admit now that there were some things about him I didn't particularly like. I understand having respect for the leader of your church, but a man is a man. Humans are not perfect by far. The last Sunday he was here, I actually held a conversation with him. He was an advocate of Black people getting advanced education. He told me to make sure I attend graduate school because I had always been such a smart girl. We even joked around for a minute. I thought to myself "that wasn't so bad. Next Sunday I'll chit chat with him." That Sunday never came. That was possibly the only time in my life I have ever really greived.

The moral of the story is time does heal all wounds. You never forget, but with God's help, you are able to move on, just the way that person who is gone would want you to. I am praying for his family and his church.

Soooooo......

I guess it's about time for me to post something. It's been a while, so I'll run it down in no particular order. Jamie's show was off the hook, chain, meter, meatrack, out the frame, whatever your little jargon is for GREAT!! No opening act or anything. No Fantasia hollering, showing her crusty toes on stage. Just Jamie. I said before I wasn't too excited until the last minute. I also complained about a $65 ticket to just see him when I could clearly put his CD on and turn the lights out. Anyway, he did music and comedy and that man is a nut. All I can say is, "We fly high, no lie, you know this...BALLINNNNN!" That was the theme for the night. He put on a great show. Talented, indeed.

Yes, we did all of the things we said we'd do this weekend, with the exception of one. Note to self, never drink an entire Walk Me Down in a plastic beer cup. The results will never be good. We had a fantabulous time Friday night. Free, classy-hood spots are what's up. Did I mention I got the money back that I spent on my drink because some fools decided to "make it rain"?? I was thinking to myself, "You BIG DUMMY!!" but when the money rained on me, I was reaching for the stars. If you want to throw your precious money away (cause I know you don't have any), fine by me. Thanks for the drink, homie. CHEERS!!!

Another thought. You never know who sees you. A guy stopped me in the mall and asked me where he knew me from? Work? Volunteering? No, not so much. It was the darn club. Go figure. That's not a good thing. And I haven't even been in three months. Give me break! Supposedly, he sees me all the time and I'm so different. I don't look and act like everyone else here. Thanks dude. Really nice, asked me out me and whole shabang. He mentioned Houston a couple of times in conversation and said he used hang out there a lot back in '90'91. Excuse me? Don't you want to add an eight or nine to that '90? Clearly, I was learning multiplication tables and he was big kickin it H-Town. Do I know how old he is? No. I don't even want to know at this point. He may have enough candles on his birthday to start an inferno....I'll find out later.

We also had sushi on Saturday with friends. Yummy. No, not the raw kind either! I'm not that open to new things.

Anyway, church was particularly good. A sermon is especially good when it seems as if the preacher is speaking directly to you. Like he/she said when preparing the sermon, "this will be dedicated to (insert your name here ) _______." The sermon talked about using what God gives you and making something out of it. Use it for His glory and it will be multiplied. He pointed out that you use what is given to you for today. Don't worry about tomorrow because you'll always get through the present day.

This applies to me because I'm always worrying about what's coming next and what will I do about tomorrow. Sometimes I wonder is that me being smart, thinking ahead and trying my best to be prepared or is it a small lack of faith. There is no doubt that no matter how much of a believer you are, it's human nature to doubt, question and wonder. And I think that's okay. That's our test. Overcoming that test is what makes us even stronger believers. Not letting our fear take us over and prevent us from doing what we are called to do in life, whatever that may be.

Okay, I'm off my soapbox or out of the pulpit. I just had to get that out. Moving right along.

So I'm back into the swing of things. I knew this weekend would do it for me. Today is the first day of Spring. A new season. A new beginning. I can tell more good times are on the way. I'm ready...FINALLY!

Just Some Things on My Mind

The things you want most always seem to happen at the most inopportune times.

Can men and women really be just friends?

I don't know if I believe that anymore.

I've been teaching either classes for work or class for school nonstop it seems. I AM TIRED OF TALKING. How many times has that happened?

Why do I have nightmares when I sleep on my back? ONLY?

Is the guy Huey who raps Pop Lock and Drop It from Memphis or St. Louis?

Does it surprise you that it aggravates the heebie jeebies out of me?

If I were in college, would I dance to it in the club?

Probably so....unfortunately

I have been out of college for four years almost. Already?

Tocarra is TOO MUCH. Her personality, that is. I wanted to tell her to sit her ass down on Rip the Runway.

Was Rip the Runway wack or was I sleepy?

Mychael Knight's clothes weren't nearly as hot as they were on PR.

What ever happened to PRGirls??? I loved that show!

A part of me still wants to get into entertainment/fashion PR. I have a degree that costs a Geo Prizm that says I NEED to!

I don't have class next week! Teachers love Spring Break, too!

Some people think too damn much sometimes. And they talk enough to match their thinking. Sit still and zip it!

Time changes things. I watched How Stella Got Her Groove Back this week and Taye Diggs' Jamaican accent was horrible. He sounded so lame, but in 1998, he was the finest, most Jamaican thing walkin!

I have some of the best friends a person could ask for. And the silliest!

Why was this text message killin me? "A woman in my class has on Effie White flats."
LMAO!! Have you see Effie's shoes????

No matter you're going through, EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT.

Back to Life, Back to Reality

As Madea would say, "Hell-errr" as in hello. What am I doing right now? Not much. I'm thinking that what I have to wear to the Jamie Foxx concert might not be enough. I might need to throw a blazer on. Damn this fickle weather!

Yeah, I'm going to see Willie Beamen who keeps em creamin tonight and I'm finally geeked up for it, I guess. I love Jamie just as much as the next, but I haven't been feeling it lately. All he's going to do is sing about sex and making it do what it do and all the things that I'm NOT making it do at this point in time. Oh well, his comedy will be tight. You know I'm all about the jokes. I'm too excited about laughing at his crazy a$$.

One of most favorite people in the world, my friend and linesister, is coming down for the show and staying the weekend, so we'll do all things girly and fabulous: Sushi and martinis, shopping (more her than me!), a little nightlife. Yep, you heard it right, I'm finally getting my ragedy self out of the house for some fun. Give me some darn applause!!! Actually I went out last weekend...briefly...it was hella wack. But atleast I tried. I also did some things that will be discussed at a later date. Maybe.

I know you want to know....

Anyway.

That's it for now. I've gotta go to mall and buy some earrings.

No, I Didn't Mean It Like That!!

Have you ever had a time when you nothing you said to a person in your life came out right? NOTHING?

As of 10:15 p.m., I am in a state of confusion.

That's all I can say right now.

Guilty Pleasures

Though I am an intelligent woman in her right mind with great character, morals and impeccable taste, I am not ashamed to admit that I like/love the following:

1. Throw Some D's On That... by Rich Boy (2nd verse is my favorite!)
2. Last Night by Diddy ft. Keysha Cole (Who the heezie told Diddy to sing? AGAIN???)
3. Hotline by Pretty Ricky (Minus the raps, of course. Pretty Ricky Ricky Rick-yyyyy! They are too young to be that nasty!)
4. Mario (He's young, but he is fine as H. E. Double Hockey sticks!)
5. All of R. Kelly's latest remixes. (Even the Promise rmx grew on me.)
6. F* U, Pay Me by some dudeS probably from Atl and Young Joc
7. Omarion lately (Icebox is my ish!) Check out the remix with Usher here.


I'm sure I'm the list could be longer, I just can't think of anything else right now. Everytime these songs come on, I'm saying to myself, "Oh yeah, this is my ish right here!"

My Neighborhood is Changing

When I first moved to this neighborhood it was peaceful and quiet. Straight from a movie set. Today things are different to say the least. I was just awakened by the sounds of Lil Boosie the Baton Rouge Hero shouting, "Yeaaaaa, they be on a n*gga! Yeaaaaaa, they want a n*gga!" It's 9:30 a.m.

WTH????

As if the bids in the tree next to my window don't do enough chirping at 5:45 a.m. EVERY morning, waking me up out of that GOOD sleep.

Clearly the people living behind me are super hood. This has to be a sick dream, so I'm closing my blinds super tight, pulling the covers back over my head and putting my pillows on my head. When I wake up to the real world, Lil Boosie will be gone.

Happy Founders Day SU!!

SU. Not Syracuse, but THE SOUTHERN UNIVERSITY A&M COLLEGE. That's my alma mater. I was reminiscing about the days of old at my beloved school with a friend the other day and thought about doing a post. I waited, and I'm so glad I did. How fitting to post on the day it founded right? RIGHT!

If you don't know, Southern University is the main campus of the Southern University System in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. It is the only HBCU system in the world. The largest HBCU in the country with the best and brightest, no matter what people tell you. We are the best in the SWAC, the home of the often imitated, never duplicated, Human Jukebox and the victor of the Bayou Classic. Come to a home football game and you'll see a sea of RVs in the parking lot of the Mini-dome and along campus with faithful Jaguar fans who have camped out since Thursday night, cooking crawfish etoufee, turkey necks and potatoes and hot sausage. (Damn I'm getting hungry!) A place where you could have a barbeque cookout with trashcans full of Omega Oil or Alpha Punch in the middle of the day, right in the middle of campus. A place that you can call a home away from home. I did! There is none greater--not Howard, Hampton, Grambling, Spelman, Clark, FAMU---whoever, for so many other reasons.

SU is right in the heart of the great state of Louisiana. If you attended and were from out of state, you may have thought everyone was from "the Islands" because of their strong accents and French culture. If you live outside of Louisiana now, you may get a strong taste for crawfish around Mardi Gras on throughout the spring and summer.

I think they put something in the water or brainwashed us in class because EVERYONE who attended Southern is a diehard fan. PERIOD. So if you hear someone talk about Southern University, just know that even if you've never heard of it, don't know where it is or don't know anyone who attended, just remember this: You'll never understand unless you experienced it for yourself. Here's my tribute to my school. And if you're thinking it, YES, I am a member of the alumni federation. Don't hate

I Love It When Ya Call Me Big Poppa

Well, I don't. (I actually prefer that you didn't at all!), but he did. Christopher "Notorious B.I.G." Wallace. On this day, 10 YEARS AGO, he was shot and killed in L.A. Hip Hop would never be the same, so they said.

It's crazy how it's been 10 years already. I remember like it was yesterday. BIG burst on the scene when "glamorous hip hop" was on the come up. Artists were putting down their wiggedy wack video directors and hiring Hype Williams who is best know, in my opinion, for his widescreen, colorful videos. Rappers went from hanging out on the block and sippin 40s to sippin Cristal in the hottest clubs with the prettiest women. It was cool to wear nice clothes and be "classy." Looking back on it, I'll call it ghetto fabulous. Biggie made it cool to be that. Even at 300+ pounds! I loved his music, his videos and even his movies (remember The Show??)

I was and still am a fan even though I haven't bought any of his "other" albums released after his death. I did burn the Biggie Duets though. Born to Die will always be my ish. Anyway, here's a video tribute to Biggie. Some of my favorite songs.

Most Known Unknown

That title really doesn't apply to what I'm about to write (or does it?), but it is the title of our beloved, ghetto-fabulous, maybe just ghetto phenoms--Three Six Mafia. Anyway...

I use feedburner on this blog. I registered maybe about a month ago. For you not so saavy in blogging, that means I can see who visited my page and where they accessed the site. To my surprise, I get more than the two or three hits I expect (including myself) on a daily basis. And actually, I don't really know exactly who frequents the blog, unless it I see the name of another blog and can identify it. The point is, I'm nosy so I want to know who's visiting. Do you actually like the blog or are you just passing time at your "good job?" Feel free to comment on anything! Like L.L. said, "if you're out there, make yourself seen." Or in my case, "read."

So don't be shy. Say what's up!

Just Venting

Hey people! I haven't blogged in a minute. That's because until now I didn't even feel like writing how I've been feeling lately. Now I do, so here's a little run-down.

Monday was my first official financial class with a major company here in town. The deal is for the employees to have such a wonderful experience and learn so many new things to help them that we'll get rave reviews. Which means we can use their feedback and name to recruit other prestigious companies. Which means, I have a JOB. Of course, the class sucked like 45%. Not because of me, I don't think. I got excellent evaluations except, for one. (That punk!)

Anyway, to start things off, the class is from 4-7 p.m. So wack! These people have just come from work and have to sit through the class. This is supposed to be an investment that the company is making in their employees because they "care." Who wants to go to the class after work hours? I was bright-eyed and energetic with "hey how you doing? Thanks for coming." All I got was, "Whoooo, I'm so tired! I'm so ready to go home!" GREAT.

Sure I can make the class exciting, but can you atleast give them something to eat? The employer did not provide snacks of any kind. Not one bottle of water. Not one styrofoam cup with Coke in it. Can you pour it in their hands for 15 cents??? Damn.

Anyway, I left the class thinking it didn't do them any good. I'm crazy so I started thinking if this job would be long-term. If not, what would I do next? Me and my thinking are just always doing too much!

By the next day, I was feeling okay about the program. We now have to revamp the program, which wasn't really "vamped" in the first place. It's cool. Just when I thought I wouldn't have anything to do, I found out this morning that I will be the facilitator for another program at my job. The classes will run 6 weeks starting next week. And another program for teen financial fitness is in the works. God answers prayers, huh?

One of my line sister's grandmother died this week. They were so close. And she was a sweetie. One of my favorite sorors. We are praying for her and her family. That reminded me to spend time, if you can or atleast communicate with your elderly family members regularly. I called my Grandma yesterday (like I didn't see her on Sunday) and listened to her chat away. She loves to talk. I guess it runs in the family!

So now I have to grade mid-terms and post grades and comments. Lucky me!

Busy, Busy Busy

My Playlist

Yeah, I may be a little late getting up on the IMEEM game, but better than never. I decided to share one of my playlists with the Blogsphere. Damn Myspace for blocking IMEEM!!! Excuse the eclectic mix and the profanity. Couldn't find the clean versions.

This Ish Is for the Birds

So clearly I'm still going through this phase of mine. Today I went out to find a cute white shirt to jazz up a black pencil skirt I have. An associate of mine was having a surprise birthday party tonight. Needless to say, I never found that snazzy white shirt, nor did I go to the party. At the last minute I decided I didn't feel like going. I opted for watching The Devil Wears Prada, instead. Such a shame. But please believe the movie was quite entertaining.

This is what has been happening every weekend for months now. Is it the season, the cold weather? Don't let March fool you. The hawk is still out. He met me at my car this afternoon.

Anyway, something is not quite right with this whole scenario. My mama said I was "growing up" and can't do it like I used to. WHATEVER. Not trying to hear that. I'm still a graceful social butterfly.

To top that off, I'm having the most conflicting feelings about a certain someone that I just can't understand. I can admit (to you, not to him) that I want him in some kind of twisted way. But something is holding me back. I realized that that barrier is ME. It's one thing to pick up the phone, dial the number halfway and then hang up (don't act like you haven't done it.) It's another thing to actually call and then have absolutely nothing to say. Better yet, have something to say, but hold it in. Because your mind can't wrap around a relationship changing so quickly. From buddies, homies, "just cool" to that "other relationship." More than friends. Even if you know that the feelings will be reciprocated the way you want them to....it's still weird as all get out.

The last thing is this: the calling just to talk to me during the day, the constant communication, jokes after 1 a.m. Because you KNOW I'm a sucker for the laughs, just being you...how long will that last? Will you disappear into thin air again? In the past I could brush it off, but for some reason this time is different. To my readers, no this is not Runaway Love. See a pattern? Anyway, things will come together sooner or later. For now, I guess I'll watch Prime. I'm really into Meryl Streep these days.

You Without Me is Like Cornflakes Without the Milk!

This is clearly a classic! Damn she looked a fool after he left her! Enjoy!

Oran "Juice" Jones-The Rain

King Kong Goes Clubbin'

For those who know me, don't ask how I thought about this just now. It just goes to show how damn random I am. As memories in the corners of my mind come to the forefront, I will post them because believe me they are funny as hell. To me anyway.

Picture it: My first year of grad school, I do a ride by after this party. Well, the party actually hadn't ended yet, but you know how the parking lot pimping thang goes. Anyway, a few people burst out the door just looking a mess. The attire for the party was pretty upscale. Women in dresses and men in suits, a dress shirt and tie, no less. These guys come out, damn near bloody, clothes all sweaty. The scenario pops off something like this:

Guy A: "I'm tellin ya, bruh, I had to get him. He was foul."
Guy B: Yeah, you snuck that *****
(Note: I went to school in Louisiana aka Da Boot. Snuck (past tense of sneak) means to slick hit someone or even knock him the f*ck out)

The rest of the party people rush out the club. Suddenly this big Mandingo something runs out with his shirt all torn and sweaty. Looked like he jumped in a pool immediately before he came outside. Let's call him King Kong.

King Kong: What the f??? He hit me! AGHHHH (screaming) he hit me!!!!

On everything I love, this dude rips his shirt off, takes off his wifebeater and starts BEATING HIS CHEST like KING KONG saying, "HE SNUCK ME!!! THAT MUTHA-F***-A SNUCK ME!!! AGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

For like 5 minutes time stood still.
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I had never seen anything like that in my life. I was................................Speechless. That doesn't happen too often, by the way.

Everybody outside just stood there. Then one dude said, "What the f?? That **** crazier than a mutha-f***a!"

That was the night that I realized King Kong goes clubbin' too.

Wow.

My Theory

Today is a beautiful day. The second day of March, two weeks closer to Spring. Ah yes, Springtime is a wonderful time. The sky is clear and sunny. You only need a light jacket because it's not freezing cold and it's not hot as Hades either. There are essential things that you need when Spring arrives: good friends to hang out with on the weekends because it's always something to do, focus becuase it's hard to pay attention at work (especially when you have a huge bay window like me-gotta love working downtown!) and last, but certainly not least, willpower. Why you ask? I'll tell you.

Men who you have dealt with in the past tend to come out the woodworks when it's about to get warm. I don't know why, but that's been my experience. It's my story and I'm sticking to it. In just one week, seven whole days, I have had a guy pull out his a** in regular conversation that he's ready to settle down. Now he's calling me on the daily. Another who has come out of exile (from himself and everyone else, for that matter) and actually be consistent and persistent in his pursuit of me. What the heezie is REALLY going on?

I guess we all have the same mindset because when spring/summertime comes, I don't want to settle down. I not bothered with the serious stuff. Maybe that's why they're calling me. Who knows? All I'm saying is, those who left, come back. Those who acted up, want to act right and those lamed out, man up. One of these days, I'll figure them out. But not today. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Happy Almost-Spring!

She Knows Her Man!

I just saw B's Upgrade U video and I love it. Check out how she imitates Jay. Classic!

Beyonce- Upgrade U
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Need An Uplift Today?

When I find music I really like, I tend to get stuck on it. For weeks, even. I've had Tye Tribett's Victory CD for months and now I'm just really getting into it. Here is one of my favorite songs. God is everything to me. Listen to the words and enjoy!

Who Else But God