Even when you're mad...

those 10 lbs make me sexy....

pssst... hey...hey...you....you still there?


Wow...its been a week since I posted? My My...

Sorry people...but glad that yall are gonna come back to read...and I have PICS...Yeah!

It's been quite a week. It was almost over for Exotic and I briefly. It's funny. You can read that at the end because all is resolved............. I think LOL

Man I had a great time this weekend. Well Friday was crazy!...I spent all day Saturday in recovery. Today, Sunday, I went to church...dropped a cool $200+...took my cousin and daughters too...and we was looking all of that! Here I am:




Check out the shoes. HA! LOL

but Friday was the night!

I met up with Sassywow and we had a Women Vs. Men Bowling Competition....

Sassy's brother...My chocolate Milk and Cookies...YoungOne was there:

But he forgot his ID...so we had to take the party over to the Chelsea Piers lanes...But that was cool because his boy had a discount and we all bowled 2 games and got shoes...for the LOW LOW price of $X a piece...What a deal. I had spent a day trash talking to YO before the event...I had no idea he was an actual bowler...when homeboy showed up with a ball? I had to eat all my words with hot sauce...My bowling days were pre-twins...But I won the first round...and then he whupped me the second!

I also came with a date (whichmayormaynothavebeenstrangefeelingforaminute) ...

Introducing Exotic:

He was the perfect gentleman...Fit in very nicely with my friends. Turns out he's a good bowler. We had a very nice time together...He brought me dinner...those burgers at Chelsea are off the hook...Angus beef...Now that's what's up!....Then we headed over to Mocha's in Harlem for my girl Tu-Tu's b'day celebration.

I love Harlem. I really really do. I feel so safe and at home when I go out in Harlem...It's the best...the people there act like me...dress like me...walk and talk like me....It's an incredible feeling.

You can never get everybody in a group shot ready at the same time after a few drinks...it's impossible! ALI hates pictures and always does something crazy! As you can see...I watch enough America's Top Model to be ready when the bulb goes...Pause Flash!...

From the left that's LT, TUTU, ALI,CELENA (blogger) and DJ DIVA (also a blogger). There were two others that met them at the first spot...but me and Exotic were bowling when the champagne was flowing aparently! We missed that....

I love taking candid shots...This is ALI and CELENA after something happened to me that I had no control over..I'm happy Exotic didn't see it....Check out my MYSPACE page for that story...

I have more pics...But I won't expose my friends ...lolanymore LOL....We had a great time sitting in the VIP section and some random baller brought us all drinks all night...Exotic was hanging out with Tu-Tu's brother Diddy...an up and coming Milk and Cookies...who is funny as hell! Here's a coupla pics of him macking us older womins:

Diva and Diddy exchange:

Diddy: Yo, Diva...you coming down to Star 64 next week? We in VIP.

Diva: Yeah Mayne, and I'm wearing the same outfit!

Diddy: Yeah, me too...Ima just change the eyelashes.

I died laughing

There were a lot of men staring at me and trying to holla. Exotic took it very well...offering up a stern "Yo, she with me!"...every now and again if somebody got out of hand....I was told afterwards that although he told me to chill with my friends...he watched my every move...Good...he should...

I drove Tu-Tu and Diddy home...and then Exotic....I was left without a kiss due to the nature of our arguement early that week...He's taking a stand on something...and I'm letting him...(he hates to hear "let" LOL)

Brief Astrologic background:

Exotic is a Taurus. A bull. With horns

I am an Aries. A ram. With horns.

We had 2 arguements this week. Over the same subject. I refused to back down. If you know the nature of a ram...like in those Mountain Dew commercials...Shooot...I could argue all day. However, when Softness1 read the email fight we had...she said it was more like reading Black Literature novel...she went and got a sandwich and a soda and sat down for a juicy read! She said she was expecting to see F- U's and MF's when I told her we were fighting...Instead she found some Hences, and Therefores, and Althoughs....Exotic can debate just like I do.....It's intriguing.....and I will say that when I tried to send him packing....He didn't give up....and he pushed that button that I have been hiding forever...Only Raw knew that about me (or did he?). Once he made that known...and lowered his horns an inch....I lowered mine....We still haven't resolved all I'm sure...but at least the fight was tasty.

The subject was sex...and in the conditions comprising the compromise we reached...There will be no kissing for a while...and that's cool.....No...actually it is not...Exotic is a wonderful kisser...the only man I ever met with lips as soft as my own...but if it's too much then it's too much...I guess I'll have to keep thinking about our one and only real kiss on Date 2......However, while dancing with me...Exotic seemed to change his gyrations to resemble that of a sexual nature...and I said..."There will be none of that either!"...Thank you Jesus for strength LOL

The title of post is the button he pushed...did any of you get that?

Fifth date and counting.....I'm always wary about Blogging my dates lately...seems to be a jinx...we'll see...

Christian Rescue in a club (Parte trois)

I'm a Christian. I've made that clear. I follow the philosophy and teachings of Christ.

I also went to a club on Good Friday.

(*waiting for the gasps to subside*)

It's funny. I had originally said I wasn't going to go when asked by one of my best friends and fellow bogger Sassywow (who may have quit blogging). The taste for clubs has really disappeared from my life.

BUT

LL Cool J was gonna be at the Roxy. I also thought to myself that this would probably be my last chance to ever see him live in person. I thought of the Christian life I am currently living and decided that it wouldn't interfere with what I was doing.

I knew I would have just one drink. (*ok yall should not be gasping at that*)

Christ drank and so did the peoples down with him:

Luke 5:30,31:

But their scribes and Pharisees murmured against his disciples, saying, Why do ye eat and drink with publicans and sinners? And Jesus answering said unto them, They that are whole need not a physician; but they that are sick.

Meaning it's the sinners that need to be saved. So why wouldn't Jesus go to where the people are that need Him. This verse will become important.

There are other scriptures that support an occasional drink. If you need 'em I'll post 'em.

So I went to the club. It was terrible. I kept asking myself why I would even go? They had the street blocked off, so you had to make a huge detour down dark streets to get to the entrance. Ain't nobody that crazy about LL....The police had it blocked off like he was the president. jeez! Then I had to make an extra trip back to the car because no cameras were allowed. Another pain in the tush! Get inside and they want $30 bucks to see LL. Dang...good thing I don't worry about stuff like that anymore!

Interesting Item: Upon entry the men had to take off their shoes for security reasons. That whole area smelled horrible. I have never walked through such a cloud of foot funk in my life. Once again I was punched in the nose by a stank smell punch...and I did utter a curse word and give those men a nasty look. Baking soda fellas. Put it in your shoes before you go to a club.

But then I was like what would they be hiding in their shoes?

So I get inside. I find my friends. Sassy looked so cute and I know she was happy that I came out, because I stay turning down outings. M was there too with her exotic looking self. Sassy's brother was there. YoungOne. He wasn't going to be picking me up again LOL.

So two young ladies arrive. A black girl around 24 who I'll named Eva, and a white girl, I'll call Molly. Apparently they were friends of YO. They came over and we chatted. I had been in the middle of the email circle and Molly said she was happy to put a face to the name of the spirited lady who will argue about everything. Eva didn't speak at all. She had on a Chistina Milan type of dress. Real short and exposing. With strappy silver stiletto heels. If Eva had spoken, I would have given her a nice compliment, but I guess my weave sparked a little cattiness. It's been know to have that effect.

So Eva and Molly disappear into the crowd of gyrating, humping individuals. The sweat was high in the air. The DJ was horrible. I hate DJs who play 5 seconds of hit records, back to back, and before you can even get a good groove going, he done switched it up and is playing 20 sec of another jam. This DJ also committed a cardinal sin of Djaying. When he finally did play a song all the way through...it wasn't anything anybody wanted to hear but him!

I danced for a little bit by myself on the fringe of the crowd...and close to the bar and the exit. I noticed a tall exotic brother watching me. About 6 ft, my complexion, straight hair. I figured he was probably an Indian from the Caribbean. I turn around and continue my solo swaying. It was nice to get a refresher course from the DJ though. From his 300 song rotation through the 80's and 90's...I remembered songs I may have forgotten. But it would have been nice if he had played something current.

A scuffle must have broken out, because the bouncers had picked a guy up and carried him out of the club so fast...I didn't even get to see what happened.

It was about an hour before I got tired of waiting for LL and decided to take a seat in the big comfy chairs by the exit until he felt like gracing the stage. All of my people were standing and dancing by the front of the stage. As I sit and rest my feet, I see the bouncers walking by with a girl to the exit. One had her under her arms and the other had her under her knees. She was completely slumped over and slightly conscious. Drunk Girl in the Club. I've seen it a million times. I have never been that Girl. EVER. I looked at them and said "damn" under my breath...like real drawn out...daaaaaaaammmmmmmnnnnnn. cause girlfriend was out of it.

Then as I'm watching, I see a white girl following them. I said "Wait a minute....I know these chicks!" Molly is stumbling behind the bouncers carrying Eva. I quickly glanced around to see if YO or Sassy were anywhere in the vicinity. Nothing. So after a quick second decision...I got up to see what had happened.

I get to the exit and Eva is sitting on the stair landing. Vomit all over her left side and sitting a pool of urine. My heart broke. She's a very pretty girl, but to be reduced to such a state? I said to myself,

"She's somebody's daughter."

I asked the bouncers for some wet towels and I cleaned her up. Molly was arguing with the bouncers that she could drive them home. She was as drunk as Eva. I told the bouncers that I would go and get some assistance. I was also thinking that there was a high probability that I was going to have to drive these girls home to Long Island. Jeez!

So LL had just taken the stage. I was able to get a good look at him. Handsome. Verrrrry nice looking. Short. LOL. As I was searching for my people, LL was promoting his new album. I wasn't that impressed. I finally found YO and his friend and told them what happened. They came with me to the exit and YO volunteered to drive them home in Molly's car with his friend following in his car. (See, this is also a reason I like this particular Milk and Cookies. He is a really nice person). He helped Molly down the stairs and went to get the cars.

I took off Eva's shoes and began to talk to her...to get her coherent. I washed her face and hands again, helped walk/carry her down the stairs to the car. Once we got Eva into Molly's car, I went in the trunk and got towels to cover the seats and floors. I checked Eva one more time and sent them on their way.

Imagine if I wasn't a Christian. I mean most people would have helped, but think about the shade Eva had thrown my way. I don't know...but I believe I was there for a reason. And she was the reason that night. If I hadn't seen her being carried out....none of us would have known what had happened to Molly and Eva. The both of them had been found sitting on the floor in the bathroom together. What ever happened to at least one person remaining sober and watching out for your friend? And if Molly had driven them home...there would have been a bad accident....I was meant to see them carried out...

And more importantly, do you remember what happened up here in NYC recently? The bouncer who raped and killed a girl from the club he was working at? It was said that she was drunk that night and her friends may have just let her do whatever. It's not safe my friends out here anymore. It really isn't.

So I walked to my car and I was stopped by the exotic brother from the club. He had watched me all night...dancing by myself and wanted my number .... after a few moments of chatting I gave it to him.

Exotic is cool, on my level intellectually and totally gorgeous. He took me out on Friday night to a nice Italian dinner downtown...then to Mustang Sally's for after dinner drinks.

Yesterday (Saturday) we went to the New York International Car Show, which was totally cool! We had such a great time! After that, we went to my favorite Mexican restaurant in the Village : Burrito Loco. When I picked him up from his piano lesson, Mr. Exotic had a nice bouquet of flowers for me in his hands. How cool.

So I may have been the Christian in the club....but I was able to help someone in need...and I may have gotten a blessing because of it....

We'll see.....

Foot Washing

I just noticed I have been blogging alot lately for someone who's been so crazy these weeks. And I have two things I want to say but I'll save one...I had a great time with Prodigal Sun at lunch this week. He wrote about it.

HERE

Man!!!! I just love him. It's great to see my blog friends in person. I wanted to kiss him all over his face LOL. I settled for a lot of hugs.....We laughed and giggled so much...I didn't want to leave him and go back to work!.....I can't wait till we hang out again bro!

HMMM

This week is Holy Week at church. A lot of activites go on starting at Palm Sunday and leading up to Easter. Tomorrow, Holy Thursday, is the "Foot Washing" and Holy Communion (similar to the Last Supper). I know it should be called Feet Washing but I like to say Foot Washing...cause that's the way Grandma Diva says it. It is a tradition in Pentacostal churches. The story originates out of the Gospel of Luke, chapter 7. Jesus went to dinner at someone's house and this is what happens:

37 And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment,
38 And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
39 Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spake within himself, saying, This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner.
40 And Jesus answering said unto him, Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. And he saith, Master, say on.
41 There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty.
42 And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly forgave them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?
43 Simon answered and said, I suppose that he, to whom he forgave most. And he said unto him, Thou hast rightly judged.
44 And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.
45 Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet.
46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment.
47 Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.
48 And he said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.
49 And they that sat at meat with him began to say within themselves, Who is this that forgiveth sins also?
50 And he said to the woman, Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.

Who is this who can save sins?

JESUS!!!!!

That woman had faith...and she had courage! Imagine being a prostitute...and walking into a Pharisee's house. If you know anything about the Pharisees...they were the most stringent of Jews. They followed the law of Moses to the letter. We talking about 600 rules in Deuteronomy. The Pharisees were the hardest on Jesus. They loved to question Him on the scriptures and try to trip him up.

This woman went in because she truly believed that Jesus was the Messiah in the flesh, and she wanted to do something for Him. Jesus walked everywhere in Israel. Sometimes He took a boat, but more often than not, He was walking around in thong sandals through dirt and who knows what else. The verse says that she stood over him weeping and washed his feet with the tears. Can you imagine how many tears she shed to be able to perform a feat like that? The amount of sin that she was sorry for, unleashed a torrent of tears, enough to wash Jesus's dusty feet.

Powerful.

Then she took oil from an alabaster box. Alabaster was a very rare stone. These boxes were made from a stone found near Alabastron in Egypt. Meaning she had it imported. This stone resembles marble, but is softer in its texture. Can you think of how long it took her, a prostitute, to save to buy something like that back then? Of course when she broke the top off, that rendered the box unusable for future storage. She brought the best she could to try to comfort our Lord Christ.

So in Matthew 26:13 Jesus said:

"Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her. "

It is a very humbling experience and I cannot wait to do it. I am planning to arrive early tomorrow night (because I missed tonight's service) and ask for the honor of washing the church mother's feet. I absolutely adore that woman. I love her so very much and it would just make my life if I could wash her feet. At the same time....I have to let somebody wash my feet.

I'm nervous.

I mean I have beautiful feet. No corns, bunions, calluses etc. I have toenails on every toe. and you could paint the pinky toe too. It's not a nub of flesh that you fake with some polish...a real nail!

The nails are beautifully shaped and all...and I plan to sneak out of work at 4:30 to go get a pedicure with a French manicure (dang it I have to shave my legs). So no-one can will be saying on Easter morning:

"Oh gurl, did you see Sister Diva's feet?"
" Chile I'm glad I didn't have to wash dem foots"
"I know, I felt bad for Sister So and So!"

No.... I have a problem because ....My feet are highly sensitive. They have really soft bottoms and....

Ok out with it Diva!

Anytime somebody touches my feet I laugh...because I'm ticklish!!!!!!!!!

For some people...caressing their feet makes them excited. A dude sucked my toe once...Did nothing for me...but made him happy.. so.... oh well...maybe it does turn me on a little ;) (had a flashback of DJ Pleasure)

I also tend to laugh hysterically when my feet are touched. I have learned to hold it in somewhat...but when I do that... my legs knock together and I may give a light chuckle or two. This usually makes Peter, my Korean Nail guy, laugh his tail off.

"Oh Deeevaaaaa, I maka you excite.ted huh? No tella your boy.frinn. I down wan him to kick my butt Haha.ha.ha" (said with sinister laugh)

So with my feet...its a sensitive situation.

And tomorrow night, somebody I don't know that well is gonna wash my feet. I don't even know who it might be. Will it be the church mother if I wash hers? That would be cool. Do we have to wash more than one set of feet? What if I get stuck with somebody I don't know?

I'm scared.

What if they moan "Yes Lord" while I'm washing their feet? Will I fall out laughing? (I fall out laughing at the drop of a dime).

And considering that I haven't really had sex since December 9th...(there was a brief 15 min interlude...but that was a waste of sinning...I was so mad I sent him home and told him it was a waste of sin and gas! I'm begging for forgiveness on that Lord!)

What if a handsome man washes my feet? We have to wear all white and I can be a juicy individual.(Ju-saay...Juicy Fruit...I Like it.... I like iiitt) (Sorry..I tend to pop into song like that lol)

I could potentially have a meltdown.

Can you hear them on Easter?

"Gurrrrl did you see that wet spot Sister Diva had on the back of her skirt when she stood up?"
"Yeah, gurl...she so hot she should have been wearing red!"
" Minister So and So barely even touched her feet."
"I always knew she was hot."


Tomorrow is Foot Washing...yall pray for me......

Jesus said come as you are!

HAPPY PALM SUNDAY!!!!

I catch flack. A Diva always does.

This is how I went to church today...that's me with my Auntie and my first cousin___....we went to church and I'm holding a palm that I twisted into a cross...as customary in my church on this day...all purple and lavender... That is a real rabbit jacket with Lavender fur.... The ursher gave me a great seat! They say purple is a royal color...and I wanted to see if i could get away with it...

This is the look I tried to achieve...When I saw the suit...I knew it was for me...

I am not always a diva. There are days when I look downright homely. (I still get hollered at LOL). But seriously, there are days when I throw the hair in a ponytail, throw on some jeans, some Tims and run to the store or do laundry. (Just like you Ladylee)

Enough with the disclaimer!

Now if I'm going out.....out like to work or to church?....I likes to look nice. As befitting the event or occasion.

At work for example....

This week we had a client come in. A female billionaire who is very picky. I wore a black suit, enbedded with multi-colored knubs, a fushia shirt with black heels. I knew there was a possibility I may be called up to discuss procedures and I wanted be sure to look my best. I like to wear colors. When I wore my salmon mid calf skirt last week (matched perfectly...thanks to the local crackhead Jill....), this white dude actually approached me and said, "that is a beautiful color. It is refreshing to see because in this accounting firm, most women wear black or brown."

To hell with that. I do admit to embracing one of the stereotypes of the Negro. I like colors.

But back to dressing for the occasion. Now when I go to church. I dress for church! That was evident by my posts 2 weeks ago. (Stay tuned for the unveiling)....

Yall beat me up about it...It's ok but I wanna share a nice little mini sermon LOL

Do you remember Queen Esther from the Bible? I do...when I was a child..I had to go to church All Day on Sunday. I loved to read but all I could read was the Bible in church. I couldn't play..I couldn't talk with my 7 cousins who were with me. All I could do was read. and only the Bible.

from age 7-14 every Sunday, sometimes Tuesday and Thurdays....I read the Bible.

I loved any story that had to do with a woman. Esther had her own book. Ruth too. There is something that sticks out. It says that they both dressed up before going to do a life changing situation.

Esther because she had to save her people from a genocide planted in the king's mind by an enemy.

When she had to make her request to the king the Bible says that she dressed up in her royal apparel. (Esther 5:1)

And get this...the only reason Esther was a Queen anyway was because the last Queen...this chick named Vashti...refused to get dressed up...and the king bounced her butt out the castle!

The same with Ruth. She and her mother-in-law were living on the kindness of their cousin. Ruth needed a husband. So when her mother in law gave her instruction...

this is what she said.."Is not Boaz, with whose servant girls you have been, a kinsman of ours? Tonight he will be winnowing barley on the threshing floor. Wash and perfume yourself, and put on your best clothes." (Ruth 3:2-3)

You can see there are different reasons to get dressed up. I could quote other reasons...but think about things that I have said before.

I pray for my people. I go to church to offer praise to the Lord for what he has already done and is going to do in my life. I go to give my offering to the Lord. I go to pay my tithes, which is my requirement according to His word.

I go looking my best...also according to His word. And don't think God isn't concerned how you dress. When he gave instructions to the priests...it took up a whole chapter in Leviticus on how they should dress...and that was just to enter the place! God even gave instruction on how they should cut their beards! Jesus said "Come as you are"...On the inside! Every man is a sinner...so no matter the sin...you should still come to Jesus! But back to apparel...

I wouldn't go to work in jeans and a shirt if the CEO is coming to the office.

I wouldn't put on capris and a shirt if I was going to a formal ball.

And when I am going to church...aren't I presenting myself before God? Shouldn't I wear my best?

It is a fact that to wear more formal clothing can raise your countenence and your confidence level. Imagine the difference in how you appear when you are dressed up as opposed to when you have on casual clothing. You walk straighter. You smiling from ear to ear cause you know you look good. Shouldn't I go to church in this sprit?

I like to feel this way.

But don't forget the other story. Ruth. Who needed a husband. I do too. Eventually. Hopefully one more time before I die LOL....but not too soon...I still have work to do.....But I will want one one day. But Ruth washed and put on some nice perfume...and her best clothes when she went out to catch her future husband's eye.

I want to catch my future husband's eye too. Shoot!

And where am I gonna meet him? HMMMMM not many choices because I don't really go out much. Let's see....Work?... For the last month I have worked 28 out of 30 days. Those 2 days off? I went to church. To the store, laundry...Getting 4-5 hours of sleep each night is killing me. But the overtime money is beautiful. One more week before tax season is over...but crafty me has created projects that will keep me in overtime for a few more months.

So... the places I am going to meet a potential beau are really limited. Honestly, when I do meet him...I want him to be like Issac when he saw Rebbekah...or his father Abraham when he saw Sarah...or even better...like Issac's son Jacob when he saw and worked 14 years in labor for his Rachel....I want him to say "Wow." (Thanks for Bible study last week S23)

and there's nothing wrong with that either...cause that's me. A Diva. Who Dj's and goes to church. And works her ass off for nice things.

And as for why I don't buy my church clothes off the rack?

TURN IT UP!

HOW WE SELLIN OUT THE STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
( S23 LMBO)
(Mary J Blige, Touch It remix)

Sorry I had a L Bigga moment...But that joint is hot right?


I want to look my best. And I even requested a church outfit for my Yahoo Avatar...Even she should look good. I told them that Jesus is the reason for Easter...so if they could have 3 pages of bunny rabbits they could have a church outfit for me! (another Diva moment)

Yall can do you. Dress in rags for all I care...But I do know this...When I was shaking my ass in the clubs...or going skating with my brother... I dressed up for the occasion...remember that? Why should I do less for church?

My First

Looks like its a "MEME" weekend! I snatched this one from Cool AC.....any other memes out there I can do?

Other First…

1. Who was your first prom date? Eric (do you want to see a pic?)
2. Who was your first roommate? Heidi
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk for the first time? Calvin Coolers
4. What was your first job? Stuffing envelopes for a Motivational Speaker at the age of 13
5. What was your first car? 92 Geo Storm
6. When did you go to your first real funeral? "Grandma" Rose
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? 18.
8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mr. Olivia
9. Where did you go on your first airplane ride? Memphis, TN
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? I never had to sneak out.
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them? Kooly, yes
12. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parent's house? With my cousin C a week after I turned 18.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? My mommy
14. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? These b***hs won't get married! Celena help a sister out!!!!!
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Hug my daughters
16. What was the first concert you attended? Prince...the "symbol" album concert tour.
17. First tattoo or piercing? Ears, when I was a baby
18. First celebrity crush? Prince
19. First crush? Kooly
20. First love? Richard

What If?

I tagged myself from Chocolate Boriqua

If you were to be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?

Have sex all day and night.

If you had to name the most difficult thing about being a teenager today, what would you say?

Knowing more than I ever needed to know as a teen.

If you had to name the most embarrassing moment of your life, when was it?

I tripped and fell on my face in the third grade....still mortified...

If you had to name the most overrated actor in Hollywood, who would it be?

Matt Damon or his buddy...what's his name again...oh right...Ben Affleck

If you had to name the one personality trait that you have tried the hardest to change in yourself, what would you say?

My blunt and to the point nature.

If you could go back for one minute to the Garden of Eden and give Adam advice, what would you say?

Keep an eye on your woman dude!


If you were to name the best “I told you so” you ever got to deliver, what was it?

When I told my ex's girlfriend we were still sleeping together a year and a half after we "broke up"...What I specifically said was "Didn't I call you when you started cheating with him and tell you that he would never leave me alone? Well he hasn't...we been together the whole time yall been supposedly together"...that "told you so" moment changed my whole life.

If you were Madonna, what would you do for your next publicity stunt?

I would make a gospel album.

If you could have a lifetime 50 percent discount in any single store at your local mall, which store would it be in?

Victoria Secret

If you could have one more pet, what kind would you get, and what would you name it?

Another cat and name him Prince. Tyrone would probably kill him.

If you could have God perform one miracle today, what would you want it to be?

Put black women in charge of every country in the world...and me in charge of America.

If you could spend next New Year’s Eve doing anything, what would you do, and with whom?

I would spend it with Prince since I didn't get to go to the big Millenium concert in 1999.

If you were to set your country’s immigration policy, what would it be?

I answered that in my last post.

If you were given the power to settle the issue of gays in the military, what policy would you set?

Whatever man....you wanna shoot folks...go 'head!

Name one person you have lost touch with call you up tonight and invite you to dinner, who would you want it to be?

Darryl James....my DJ mentor

If you could change one thing about your love life, what would it be?

To have one...

If you could have prevented one book from ever having been written, which book would it be?

True to Da Game...it's straight garbage and is very popular amongst our youth...

If you have to name the best music album ever recorded, which would you select?

Purple Rain/Sign of the Times/Emancipation/ Rave Un2 the Joy Fantastic/ Musicology/3121

ANYTHING BY PRINCE!!!!!

Beans on Rice Crimes/ Immigration

I live in the ghetto...I've made this clear already with my talks of doo-doo and such....The block is very Multi-cultural...We have a building full of Yemenites, a few for Mexicans, Blacks and other various Hispanics have carved out their sections of the block....

At times it is embarrassing...like I hate to have anyone come over....My apartment is nice...I live in a rehabbed building where I'm on the first floor....Big 2 bedroom with a backyard.....It's just the people around me....Feel me?

Sometimes ish jumps off for absolutely no reason....and usually in front of my window since My apt runs from the Stoop to the Back of the building....annoying...and mortifying when a orange blogger dropped by....there was a fight with a possible stabbing in front of my window....He never came back.....

But since then they have pulling a "Harlem" maneuver on the block (Ousting the broke Negroes and Hispanics and selling the brownstones to upwardly mobile blacks and whites)...things have gotten real quiet...matter of fact it's been too quiet....

Saturday afternoon when I got home from working overtime....All I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch all the shows I taped on my DVR-dizzle.....As I sat on the couch...punching up the Thirteen World channel's special on the "The History of the Number Zero" (which was great by the way) I heard

POP POP POP

My first thought was damn those kids...It's only April 1st...No time for firecrackers...because afterall who is really going to bust off shots at 3 in the afternoon?

After seeing flashing sirens and trucks about 1 minute later...I looked out my front window to see the po-po walking up and down the block with shotguns out and riot gear....I was like

"Damn...______ Avenue done became Baghdad Boulevard!".....

As the cops walked back and forth I thought of my neighbor's three teenage sons who had some trouble with boys around the corner....I thought of my friend's son in the next building who always was in some mess from running his mouth...I thought of the various dudes that hang on my block because their form of employment entails staking out a stoop and exchanging pharmaceuticals for soft funds. I was thankful my kids weren't home... But it wasn't any of the above...

Me being nosy...after they put away the shotguns....I went outside and began to discuss the event with my neighbors to find out what happened....

It was a Beans on Rice crime (instead of Black on Black)...Apparently at 3 in the afternoon...some Mexican dude...rolled up on some other Mexican dudes and shot them....

Gangsta...especially knowing that the cops in my part of the town are of the Rodney King and Abner Louima caliber....How you gonna roll up in broad daylight unless you are the most Gangsta Mexican since the Fall of the Alamo?

Now that's was a crime. And dude was an illegal...he didn't die (because the women would have been wailing and gnashing their teeth)...but his peoples scattered like roaches when the police arrived...because being illegal is trouble...

but do I think being illegal is a crime? NO...

I have been having some conversations on this whole immigration topic...and I have to say I'm on the fence...

First of all, we can't really be mad at the illegals coming over here to work...

Statement one
"They coming over here and working and sending the money back to their country."

You can't really be mad at them for that....Ever since NAFTA got started, there has been a whopping increase in folks coming over the border. The American companies have moved over there for the cheap labor and these folks still can't make it out of third world status....how is America helping them? Yeah they come over here and do jobs that Americans supposedly "don't want to do"...but those jobs don't even pay enough to support Americans.....so just like in Mexico and Guatemala and etc.,...the illegals will do those jobs...live cheaply and send money home to support their families who couldn't make the trip.

I can't really blame them...

Statement Two
"They taking advantage of our benefits"

Come on, really...What benefits? Food stamps? Medicaid? Is it really worth the fuss? I would be using food stamps if I could...As long as there is such a division between those living large and those barely living....there should be assistance....and why should we care if they are receiving government aid in our country when they should be receiving it in their own country from America. As much as the leaders of the free world have raped and pillaged so called "Third World" countries...There should be an extensive payback plan....

Statement Three
"This is our country"

Oh come on, nobody who is in America other than Native Americans can really say that....and there is some question as to how they even got here. How quickly they forget that Mexicans owned half of America less than 300 years ago. I'm glad that they haven't tried to take it back. Can you imagine their army if they rounded up all the Mexican and illegal Hispanics in the country to fight for their land back? It would be so over! They start dropping babies as soon as they are able...It is nothing to see a young Mexican mother with 4 babies..all a year apart...walking down the street in my neighborhood. Now that would be a sight...a massive army fighting for California, Texas (with all that oil)...and so forth....Who's the illegal now?

You want to keep out the illegals...pay them a decent wage at home, leave their countries and stop taking resources that could help them build themselves up to "First World" status. Keep out of their political processes and allow them to choose leaders like Chavez who will uplift the countries. Talk straight with them at the bargaining table...there are plenty of things you could do...

But making it a crime isn't the answer. There are other crimes you could be pursuing.

And yeah...I know we need to keep out terrorists... but I aint seen one picture of an illegal Mexican with a bomb...I seen plenty of them drunk as skunks...but they usually keep they drama to themselves...

Bush really think he's slick...talking bout issuing work visas and charging them $2000 each....With 11 million illegals documented, we talking about a lot of money to refinance that costly war over there in Iraq...Bush smiling and all...but he know he wants the dough... and think of how long it would take for an illegal to save up that much money...shoot he/she may have to send for other illegals just so they could pay the price for one of them to get the work visa...

I don't have an answer...but the problem is as clear as day!

Too Damn Funny

I have seen a lot of stupid ish this week....

Like Kimora getting divorced from Russell- Sweetie you aint that cute, you never was that cute, and you bout as ghetto as an order of chicken wings and pork fried rice (or lice as they say in my neighborhood)...Give Russell here...shoot he could never be President with YOU by his side...

Puffy suing Proactive cause he had a break out: Sean, I mean really, Sean! Put down all that Pepsi dude....and if you had bumps before...and have had bumps all your life....How you gonna sue for 1.5 Million dollars cause your behind got a few blackheads...Pop em negro and move on!

Busta Rhymes living up to his name and busting D. Mays over the head with champagne bottle: I'm surprised he didn't tell Rah Digga to pass the Courvasier (s?) Bussa Buss Bust somebody upside the head. When would I ever get a chance to say that again?

Whitney Houston smoking crack with Cherelle: Who likes to get high by theyself? But why they had to trash the place? Crack paranoia..

But the one thing that cracked me up more than anything else this week?

Them fools in Mobile Alabama.

I stumbled upon Leon's site for the first time (apparently I'm real late)...and this is what I found:
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YouTube is apparently having trouble....so check out this site too..(i want one of the t-shirts)

Leon you have got yourself a new loyal reader...and it helps that you're cute too LOL...Just jokes...(Ladylee...yes I know I have a problem with the light brights)

But can you believe these negroes? I mean this NBC right? LMBO

These fools have the best clip on the internet right now....

And what is worse...the amateur sketch?,
The comment about the leprecaun being a crackhead?, (something I probably would have said...but not on TV)
The fool with the flute (which looks like a piece off his muffler), "Don't be afraid man"
Or the dumb ass who wants to dig up that scrawny little tree for some gold so he can put it in his mouf for a new grill curtesy of the crackhead Leprecaun?

I think the worst is that they put that coonery on the news...they got plenty of problems down there in Mobile...

But I tell you....this was a funny week...

"Who else seen the leprecaun say yeaaaah"

(and you have to make the face when you say it!)


Postscript: I think I may have watched this ten times today and died laughing each one!

In Whom Do You Trust?

Psalm 71

1 In thee, O LORD, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion.

2 Deliver me in thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me.

3 Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress.

4 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.

5 For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.

6 By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.

7 I am as a wonder unto many; but thou art my strong refuge.

8 Let my mouth be filled with thy praise and with thy honour all the day.

9 Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.

10 For mine enemies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,

11 Saying, God hath forsaken him(her): persecute and take him(her); for there is none to deliver him(her).

12 O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.

13 Let them be confounded and consumed that are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.

14 But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.

15 My mouth shall shew forth thy righteousness and thy salvation all the day; for I know not the numbers thereof.

16 I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD: I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only.

17 O God, thou hast taught me from my youth: and hitherto have I declared thy wondrous works.

18 Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come.

19 Thy righteousness also, O God, is very high, who hast done great things: O God, who is like unto thee!

20 Thou, which hast shewed me great and sore troubles, shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths of the earth.

21 Thou shalt increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.

22 I will also praise thee with the psaltery, even thy truth, O my God: unto thee will I sing with the harp, O thou Holy One of Israel.

23 My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing unto thee; and my soul, which thou hast redeemed.

24 My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long: for they are confounded, for they are brought unto shame, that seek my hurt.


Don't worry...I haven't lost my faith....I know who I trust...