It's a Wrap!!

*Opens the door singing New Edition's Is this the End*

Well blog fam.. I've finally come to a very well thought out decision and it is my sadness to report to you that this blog will be closed after this post.. Sorry, but I've tried to keep it up as much as possible and anyone who blogs knows that this is not easy. I appreciate all of my followers and hope you're not disappointed too much..

Oh puhleeze.. I ain't done blogging - I'm just closing this site so that I can blog full time at WatchYourSetup.com where I have guest blogged for a few months. I'll still update you guys on my teenager and everything else in between... so don't cry.. dry your eye and meet me over at WYSU...

And if you haven't already... sign up at Blogadelphia.net and come hang with the coolest bunch of bloggers and blog readers this side of Mars!

My Little Debo

So things have been going well with me and my daughter.. she's been opening up and asking me for things and we're really getting along well. Most recently we had a little incident with my cell phone that I just had to share with my blog family...

Last weekend I'm sitting in the Blogadelphia chat room (hence the reason why my lazy behind ain't posted in a min - but I digress...) So as I'm sitting there chopping it up, my cell phone rings.. it's a blocked number and normally I don't answer these, but something told me.. hell it's the weekend if a bill collector is calling today they might get cursed out...



So I answer my phone and I hear an angelic voice on the other end.. the little girl asks for my daughter (the teenager) and I politely let her know "Sweetie she's not here.. she's with her dad this weekend, but I'll be sure to let her know you called..."

Then it happened...

The gutter butt trollup began to speak in a language I know I've heard before.. she says "You tell that hoe (did she just call my child a hoe???) that I said she need to leave my man alone or she is gonna get f*cked up come Tuesday.....

(yeah I know ya'll all speechless.. so was I for about 2.2 seconds..)

Then I told the little pissy tailed heffa "Do you know who the F*CK you talking tooo? This is her MOTHER!!"

Lil milk behind the ears trick proceeds to tell me "I don't give a f*ck who you are..."

So as I curse her out and hang up the little heffa calls back again and again.. each time I'm seod'ing my phone and dialing my daughter. After I get the lowdown from her (she can't believe somebody just lost the muhfuggin minds on the phone with her mama) I tell her I think I know who it is... none of her friends have my celly number, but I recall a day when I thought I was dialing her cousin and misdialed to another lil heffa...

So my daughter and I put two and two together and Tuesday finally arrives... my daughter stares old girl in the face the whole day when normally she speaks to my child... (looking suspect...) and never says a word... My daughter figures if it's gonna be some funk she would act, but since old girl ain't talking she feels the guilty pattern...

Hence the entire reason for this post (had to give you some background on it)

Yesterday I get a call from the lil gal and she is profusely apologizing on my voice mail. Saying it wasn't her and she would never ever do something like that... uh huh

So I save the voicemail for my daughter to hear when she gets home.. But if I tell you my daughter was standing there next to the heffa the whole time like she De Bo'ing that girl..


WHAT YOU GOT ON MY MAMA APOLOGY FOOL???

*so dead and buried... rides to heaven squeakin on a lil tricycle*

**UPDATE** Bart officer FINALLY arrested!

Well today after several violent and peaceful protests the officer who was seen nationwide killing a young man who was face down and "appearing" to cooperate with authorites was all caught on video tape.. they have FINALLY *channels Mahalia Jackson* arrested the officer in... wait for it... WAIT FOR IT....

NEVADA?? *channels Dexter*

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WTF????? WTH???? You done let this man have unlimited time with his newborn (born Jan 2) never be interviewed.. hide behind his lawyer... quit his job and never see jailtime till NOW.. this ia a travesty people.. but it doesn't call for the destruction of our property or others.. this is the time to mobilize thinkers, doers and motivators...

WHERE DO YOU STAND BEHIND ENEMY LINES?

Somebody give me a belt for Ashford & Simpsons Old Behinds!!

Okay so as I'm getting in the shower this morning.. I follow my usual routine of turning on the radio so I can hear the morning's gossip and news.. Well I'll be damned if this didn't come on my radio and I damn near passed out in the shower.. *code 10* Man down situation - check it out fam!

Looooooocious!

So I know my blog family has been wondering how life has been going with the teenager.. well I've been really hesitant to even discuss it here, but then I thought about it.. this is where I can place my thoughts and ideas.. soooo here goes - hopefully this will help some other parent out there...

A few weeks prior to the holidays I began snooping in her diary again and found some devastating news about my one and only child. She had been depressed about a boy she cared for and from her illegible handwriting I deduced some very disturbing facts about my very own child. She had begun cutting herself in privacy.. now this is serious.. in need of counseling and probably medication, but what hurt me most is knowing I provide her with as much love as my heart can hold.. every morning she can't leave my sight without a hug and a kiss (Thanks Kevin Brown @ KBLX who kindly reminds me every morning to hug and kiss my baby so they'll have a better day and so will I)

But I constantly have conversations with her and "school" her on these types of things so I'm utterly confused as to how this all happened. I finally figured out that I had to back off a little and let her become the young woman she's trying to be... and my fear of boys had to stop. So without letting her know that I read the diary, but still keeping a close eye on her and increasing our communication I think we have a better more honest relationship. The boyfriend's name is Lucious... *stop laughing.. yeah I said loooocious* and I couldn't wait to meet him so that we could all have a sit down conversation about my expectations of their relationship. I wanted to be the caring mom to take them to the movies and pick them up and so on... but before I could even get to that point Mr Looo ended the relationship with my baby leaving her even more heart broken - but no cutting anymore.. which is a good thing!

I say all of this to basically say it was time to loosen the reigns on my baby a lil and let her breathe and enjoy being a teenager. I don't want her to sneak and freak and end up being a pregnant teenager.. she's been opening up to me alot more lately and I had to take the first step. It was a hard step to take too.. especially knowing that I had the same upbringing.. hell I couldn't even breathe next to a boy when I was a senior in high school.. yeah Pops was tough and he meant business.. so I thought I was protecting her when in a way I was doing more harm.

I can finally get all this off my chest especially now that things have taken a turn for the better. Her circumstances aren't so different from any other normal teenager and so I've decided to forego the counseling and just keep the honest lines of communication open.. stay tuned and I'll tell you how I got her to open up!

OAKLAND RIOTS AFTER INNOCENT SHOT!!!!

Update to the last story posted regarding the New Years Eve Bart shooting... the officer resigned via his lawyer at 11 am pst today (punk ass pussay move.. yeah I said it...) and he cannot be interviewed* by Bart officials. *put your black fist afro pick down.. it's gets better*

After the funeral which was held today in Hayward, Ca.. the members of the family became upset and were calmed by the elder voices of the family... thennnn after 3 pm pst today there was a protest held at the Fruitvale bart station in which the incident occured where over 500 protesters shut down the bart station...

This is real ya'll.. all of this is happening while I sit in the comfiness of my home just blocks from the incident.. literally!

This just in.. violence erupts at the protest and cars are set afire... I'm not kidding you folks.. THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELE.... uhhh well maybe just a lil...

KTVU unedited video of Oakland Riot

I'm baaaaaack!

Well it's been along time.. and now that the hustle and bustle of the holidays is over, I have some time to spend on my blog. Sorry to all those regular readers who've missed my commentary, but most of you know that I've been cheating on my blog.. uh huh.. found a new "Mr" in the name of Blogadelphia.net. It's been taking my time and filling my desires for human interaction - so my apologies to all that I've disappeared on without a word...



Now.. on to official bidness... I must discuss the most recent tragedy that occured here in the Bay Area on New Years Day. The story is so disturbing that I had to pass this story on to the rest of the world...

OAKLAND, Calif. -- Authorities continue to investigate the early Thursday morning officer-involved shooting at the Fruitvale BART station that left an unarmed man dead as questions concerning whether he was restrained during the fatal incident surface.

BART police were called to respond to a fight between two groups of men onboard a train traveling from San Francisco to the East Bay, spokesman Jim Allison said Thursday afternoon during a news conference at BART headquarters in Oakland.

Five officers had gathered at the Fruitvale BART Station platform when the train arrived shortly after 2 a.m., Allison said. Officers worked to separate the men, who were dispersed inside the train and outside on the platform, according to Allison. BART police did not say how many people were involved in the fight or what spurred the confrontation.

At some point during the effort to bring the men under control, a BART police officer's gun fired one bullet, hitting 22-year-old Oscar Grant, according to Allison.

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Now this was New Years.. so there were plenty of people on the train as it passed by this event... and alot of people have camera phones these days... this is raw graphic footage of the actual event..

Bart Shooting

Since I couldn't actually place the video on this post.. you'll have to check out the link above. Here's the kicker though... the man that was shot was unarmed... handcuffed and shot in the back while he was face down on the ground.. don't believe me? Check the video...

The most disturbing of all these events is that the officer who is accused of shooting the young man has YET to be interviewed and his attorney is refusing any contact with his "client"



WELL I'LL BE A MONKEY'S UNCLE.. WTF??? Now ya'll know had that been Junior or Squeaky who had just shot an unarmed man - they would be up UNDER the jail by now... awaiting appeals and all...

We cannot start 2009 off on the wrong note people.. this is just too much.. really....

Kitty Licker

I just ran across this video and had to share it with everyone... the look on the cat's face is PRICELESS at the end!!!

DEAD x 10!!!

The Ex Factor

Hey blog fam I just ran across this article in the news that happened right near my job... like literally I passed the intersection 30 minutes before the coonery began.

It all started Tuesday evening and I watched what happened yesterday on the news and couldn't believe my eyes and the sheer stupidity of a men and women dating.

OAKLAND, Calif. -- Oakland investigators are blaming a fight over a woman for sparking a wild series of events that began with gunfire and ended in a car crash.

The trouble started when a 25-year-old woman and her 30-year-old boyfriend were driving on 73rd Ave. Tuesday night when they encountered the woman's ex-boyfriend in another car.

Police say the boyfriend fired a gun at the ex-boyfriend.

No one was hit, but that prompted the ex-boyfriend -- a 32-year-old San Francisco man -- to pursue and ram the new boyfriend's car with his car.

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Folks do you know they ended these whole shenanigans with a fist fight in the middle of the street??? And the funniest part is that the couple were driving a Datsun while the ex (who rammed them) was driving a Caddy. Now the sheer physics of that is enough not to shoot at this nucca... LOL!

Now c'mon people.. unless somebodies private parts are made of platinum should you ever contemplate doing any of this nignant ish. Fellas.. what is the point of trying to kill the ex? He's an ex right? You hitting that 10 ways till Sunday and you should be happy you got the woman of your dreams on your arm.

*note* I'm embellishing the hell out of this with the adjectives - cause I seen ole girl... and she was no friggin prize I tell you.. more like the cereal box free magnifying glass you get that won't burn an ant *end note*

Please folks.. we must do better!

Where there's smoke...

I was recently conversating with my boyfriend this past weekend and we happened to start talking about past events in our lifes we wished could have happened differently. Events we now look upon with side splitting laughter because who would have thunk we would be so dumb to do them in the first place. You know how I say common sense is not common? Well I wasn't always this insightful nor wise...

I can recall a time in my life around high school where I just knew I was grown and in charge. I must have been in the 10th grade and my best friend at the time thought that we should take up smoking cigarettes...


*note* This post in no way condones smoking of minors - keep reading and you'll see why...*end note*

So we planned a day to ditch school after my friend's mother left for work and went shopping and mulling around town. We ended up at her house and somehow I had lost the lighter we used earlier to light our cigs.. I'm thinking damn.. now we can't smoke and I wanted a cig bad too. My friend has the bright idea to light our cigs on the stove - hell it's fire.. so I'm in a hurry and go first.

I put the cigarette in my mouth and bend down to the gas stove and light the pilot...

SWOOOOOOSH

was all I heard and the next thing I know I smell burned hair....

My friend jumps up and falls on the floor writhing in laughter as she barely spits out that my eyebrows and eyelashes are gone...



I run to the bathroom and there it was in plain view....



Now I look like Whoopi going to my junior prom... *smh*

For the record my eyelashes and eyebrows have grown back.. but it also taught me a valuable lesson... yeah I still smoke, but now I light the pilot first and my head stays away from the flame at all times!

Bad Girls Club

Okay so as this new chapter in the last days of 2008 unfold I need for my readers to become hip to a new genre of tv... above and beyond any nignorant, triflin', rude obnoxiuos ghetto behavior... this has my all time attention since first viewing this scene a few years back...



Yes folks.. the yt lady just got molly whopped real good across the forehead and cranium region... WTF? LOL... dayum boo.. just duck next time... or stop and think - Do I really need my ass whooped on national tv.... or maybe if that don't do it realize a few things before you walk into the ring with Rocky v.2010

a. I am only talking ish cause I got a crowd of people

b. Those people aren't going to take this ass whipping for me

and last but not least....

c. I am not drunk yet so I really can't fight........

So please readers and blog fam... please check out the new season of Bad Girls Club - I highly recommend it!

Here is a link to the almost full episode of that fight.

http://www.veoh.com/videos/v3109387nHrqbWtz

Please be sure to catch this seasons newest additions to the bad girl household airing tomorrow (12/2) on your local Oxygen channel....

Eff the homeless

I hope everyone's Thanksgiving went off without a hitch and there was plenty of good food, friends and family to enjoy them with. I spent my entire day cooking and cleaning for an empty house... I mean not one of my friends or family showed up to eat dinner on Thanksgiving. I was truly pissed cause now I've got all this food I can't get rid of to save my life. Case and point... the boyfriend and I had a fabulous idea this weekend to make plates and give them to the homeless we see passing by.

Well let's just say I will never EVER again try this... we began making plates Friday morning and by noon we had 10 freshly made plates of food including all the fixings.. ham, turkey, greens, stuffing, gravy, mac n cheese, yams and sweet potatoe pie. Now I'm thinking like most of you.. if you are homeless and hungry then you'd be more than willing to take the goods being offered freely. Well not these ghetto fabu-don'ts in my neighborhood.

The first couple that passed us by were quite homely - she had on Jody Watley leg warmers from the 70's and a couple of layers of clothes topped off with a lumber jack hat and he wore jeans that were ratted and torn and members only jacket with an old raggedy baseball cap. I thought this is the first couple in which I'm going to make my trip to heaven a little easier... so I offer:

Me: Hey I've got some left over food that we couldn't finish for Thanksgiving and wanted to know if you would like a plate? We've already fixed them and their ready to go....

Her: What you got?

Him: Is it hot?



How about you just say thank you and be appreciative somebody is thinking about your homeless behind in the first place because I could be out there stampeding over people this Black Friday.... but back to the story...

So I tell them that the food was room temp and gave them the rundown on the fixings... the first couple passed on the idea because they didn't eat greens - gave them the runs... and I guess that's a bad thing when you're homeless...

The next suspect to come along was a younger version of Al B Sure.. like you could tell in his hay day he was the ish.. but now that crack and whatever drug he'd been consuming now made him look like the Crypt Keeper... so he walks by and my b/f asks him if he'd like a plate.. again the same question - is it hot?

Finally I'm thinking in my mind "Dude why don't you blow some of that hot ass never been brushed yuk mouth breath on the food and that should warm it right up" But I'm in the holiday giving spirit and I answer his question.. then he was like well I just don't eat everybody's cooking so what kind of meat did you put in the greens?



By this point I'm fed up and exhausted.. I never knew trying to feed the homeless was such a trying task. I gave up after the last gentleman asked me did I make the stuffing from scratch or was it some stove top....

Uninvited Guests

Have you ever had someone come to your house and clear the entire room with their stank attitude or snooty position? I had a recent encounter with someone that literally left me speechless.. and I'm not usually a quiet person. I had just begun to eat my dinner with my best friend oneless and Mr Hubby when my doorbell rang. I knew that my b/f's daughter was coming by and I never have a problem with that... but I do however have an issue with the grandmother. Just by coincident we happen to have the same name in which we pronounce differently, but it's spelled the same.. yeah I know.. tomatoe/tomatoe doesn't constitute snooty, but the look off the end of her nose sure does.

So she comes into my home basically uninvited and Mr. Hubby almost shuts the door in her face.. because there is a serious underlying problem with this lady. The mother of two of his children past away two years ago and the only other living parent on this earth is Mr. Hubby and she refuses to allow him visitation.. isn't the purpose of being a grandmother to facilitate a loving, nurturing relationship between father and son? Her daughter that is now in heaven would certainly not approve of this behavior and so I made it a point to confront her about her lack of compassion in this situation. His eldest child is 18 (about to be 19) and so she really has no control over where she goes and what she does. The son is 10 and he hasn't seen his father in over two years.. and it's not for a lack of trying either. We've tried every imaginable way to allow this icicle hearted bish to lower her guard and allow this relationship to grow. We are still battling this in court to this day, but are steady losing ground in mediation, because the son doesn't want to come over.. he thinks our house is boring.. and I think he needs a quick stiff kick in the backside and then rushed to his Dad's house for some bonding.

Back to the point of this story though.. (I'm so easily side tracked) so as she enters my home with nose turned up staring at my food.... now there are three things in this life I don't play with.. my man, my money and my food... so I put my plate up cause I see this hungry unannounced heiffa is bout to catch an old fashioned ass whooping if she reach in my plate. She greets oneless with a limp handed hand shake which is a no no! That is snooty as they come and oneless knows this too. So I make it a point to ask her politely where the son is and why she didn't bring him with her.. she responds that he was at home playing video games and didn't want to come (SEOD for about 45 seconds)

So I continue and let her know that I've been missing him and would love to see him. I tell her that even my daughter misses having him around. She was never interested in wrestling until he introduced it to her. Now every year I have to run out and get the latest edition of Raw or Smackdown.

She responds with.. "Well you know I'll be in Oakland on Wednesday... "

Me: "Oh great - we'd love to see him Wednesday!!"

Her (with snooty looks off the end of her long ass nose) "No.. I mean I'll be in town on Wednesday for a meeting..."

Bish.. did I ask you what you're doing this week?? Did I really ask you for YOUR itenerary??? I don't want to see you! I want to see your grandson idiot!! I see this is a losing battle from the gate and she really has not a clue and no matter what I say at this point isn't going to make a difference in how she will react with icy responses.. So I bid my friend oneless goodbye as I said good night to everyone and retired to my room for the evening.. before my blood pressure rose and I had to drop kick that heiffa in the left ear lobe..

Pay like you Weigh!

Hey folks!! I was sure that yesterday I was going to be able to sit down with my blog and just hash out a few posts, but with Mr Hubby taking the day off yesterday (just to bug the ish out of me) I wasn't able to concentrate and spend a few online. But never fear.. Wifee is here.. big shout out to Oneless holding it down with her post below. I didn't think I was going to be able to type after that bowling trip we took Saturday night... Lawd my arms, back, legs and shoulders hurt. We had a blasts, but it is getting too expensive to chill with grown folks.



So other than bowling with the fam and friends - I've had a pretty interesting weekend to say the least. My daughter's father came and picked her up for the weekend.. something he used to do without fail when she was younger, but it seems as his interest in women change - so does his behavior and visitation patterns with my daughter. Here's a little history on this trick (and you'll understand why I call him a trick as we near the end of this story)

When I met my daughter's father, I was 21 and doing my own thing ya know? We hooked up in 1993 and a year later my baby was born. We weren't together for very long, and once our relationship ended we went back with our exes. Once my daughter was born - he married his ex. She wasn't much of a woman due to the fact we had several Maury/Jerry Springer type conversations and she was actually jealous of this precious baby because she hadn't yet spit out her own version of her mini-man. So I was never able to have the address to where he and the misses lived nor was I to have their home phone number... but I continued to let him be apart of her life.

About 8 years ago his ex wife attempted to kill him - literally and spent some time in jail which ended the marriage. He then moved on to his prize possession Mz Skrippa Hoe and stayed with her for about 6 years. While he was with the skrippa hoe he would make sure that his daughter was with him on Summer vacations, Xmas, Thanksgiving.. any holiday in which she was out of school she spent it with her dad... the reason being because skrippa didn't have a job.. not in 6 years.. not a one.. but she lived in the exes house and had a daughter of her own. Go figure...

When this relationship ended 4 years ago things went downhill.. the new girl was a chihuahua looking hoodrat, but that's besides the point.. she has grown kids and really doesn't push him to want to be a part of his daughter's life. Where he was spending every other weekend and vacations with her.. to now where he's spending maybe 3 1/2 weeks out of the year with her... But did I mention that this heffa don't have a job either?? So what I deduce from this is he is a trick.. paying for hoes to live... simple.

After the cell phone bill debacle in which he promised my daughter that he would pay the bill and renigged - I decided this is more than an opportune time to make you pay like you weigh... Monday we spent time in court to revise the current child support order which was established when she was a year old to a whopping sum of $212.00 a month... yeah I don't know anyone who can survive off that.. hell welfare recipients get more than that a month. I've never had the support order changed because I felt I didn't need to as long as he was spending time with his daughter.. but now he's asked for joint custody and visitation rights..



I have faith that this latest stint which has now delayed my support order revision will in the end benefit my daughter to the tune of $850.00 a month... I feel like my daughter should be the number one female in line to get this trick's money. Dayum that mess make a bish feel like P. Diddy right now...

TAKE THAT.. TAKE THAT.. TAKE THAT!!!

I love This Town

I love my town, BUT I wish we had better things to do out here. Does anyone remeber the skate rink, from back in the day?! I know I do, and I think that I would like to go skating! But where! I'm not to OG status (thank goodness), but im not a youngsta either, I prefer not to be around the rowdy rowdiness, but love to have fun. So the skate rinks that I know about are full of youngstas, and further more too far. Can we bring these things BACK to Oakland PLEASE!!! I like to be in my own community too! And another thing, we went bowling 2 weeks ago, and can someone tell me when bowling got so damn expensive!!! I remember the last time I went bowling the shoe rental came WITH purchase, and you paid per game. NOW you pay per game, per person, and for the damn shoes (which might I mention on the night we went they had run out, so we're playing in sneakers!) And lets not think that you might want to have a drink!! AND they dont even have the different selection of balls like they use to. Back in the day you could find a bowling ball that was just right! Now you have 3 options, little, average, and heavy as all out doors. Its just not like I remember. We did have fun though, even though the next day I woke up with a blister on my thumb from throwing the heavy as ALL hell ball, just too damn hard! Well anyway, thats it...i'm just venting...and now im on my way to go bowling!

Got Me Working Working Day & Night

"When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work ask him, 'Whose?' "
Don Marquis

Hey blogging fam and guests! I'm so sorry for leaving you without a fresh rhyme to step to.. uh yeah, but some of you may know that I've been working like a slave in two football fields of cotton with one hand tied behind my back and double dutching at the same time.. yeah like that!

I've had a few things on my mind I wanted to share. I know alot of you come here to read the funny stories about me and my teenage daughter and she's been doing great ever since the two ass whoopings I had to lay down on her candy ass...



But more so she's talking to me more about things going on in her life. She's been without a cellphone for a few weeks now and had more time to study.. and I explained that once the punishment is over (next report card) that we would see how things will go... Other than that things are clear sailing... for now.

Next on the list for discussion is my 51/50 coworker who took off the last two months (why I've been working like a dog) and is set to return next week. My question is why I've seen her more while she's been out than if she was really here at work? I really want her to see my face everytime she comes up in here "to see how I'm doing" and realize that ish ain't cute!



Yeah.. I'm really fed up with having to do her work and mine.. and to top it off another coworker is out on a week's vacation.. guess who's left with the work? Yup... me! But back to this 51/50 bish..



Why don't black people ever go out on a 51/50? Why cause we know we ain't gonna do ish to ourselves.. but we may eff up Becky at the job... and that leads to the jail cell not the padded one.

I know most of ya'll think I'm jealous, but that's not it.. If a person needs time off to care for themselves and to get their mind right - then I'm all for it, but she's been throwing parties, having a Vegas Vacation, drinking (read getting pissy drunk) and smoking all while I'm stuck behind these grey cubicle walls each and every day. The doctor diagnosed her with bipolar, manic depression and schizophrenia.. so don't some of those medicines interact badly with alcohol? I don't know.. I'm no doctor, but that don't sound right. Besides I don't wish no ill will on nobody, but I got money on how long it takes this heffa to either go out on another 51/50 or quit.... I'm taking all bets!

Be careful which theme song you pick!

I just ran across this interesting tidbit at Eurweb that I thought I would share with you all...

*MTV.com points out that the theme music used to close speeches given Tuesday night by both President-elect Barack Obama and former GOP nominee John McCain were from films starring Oscar winner Denzel Washington.


The Web site reported:


McCain left the Arizona stage to part of Hans Zimmer’s score from “Crimson Tide.” The 1995 Tony Scott film focused on a career Navy man (Gene Hackman), labeled a maverick by some, who is stripped of his authority and ultimately beaten by a young black guy, somewhat new to the scene (Washington).


Then there was Obama, who left the stage to the strings of Trevor Rabin’s score from “Remember the Titans.” The 2000 Disney/Bruckheimer joint? It followed an African-American coach who brought together whites and blacks to win a championship.

Tee Heee heee... now if that ain't treated.. I don't what is....

Chocolate News (Why haven't you Tivo'd this?)

Okay shame on you if you haven't caught the latest episode of Chocolate News.. I swear this man almost made me break my jaw laughing so hard.. this is some real talk though! Check it out... and don't forget to put this kneegrow into your tivo rotation!




"President Barack Obama! Hmm Mmmm Mmmm.."

*FTFO*

Where was I when Barack became Prez?

Well most of my blogging friends have given their rendition of where they were on the great evening when Barack Obama was elected President and I've yet to add my story...





Tuesday evening I arrive home around 5:30 pm after haggling with Sprint over a broken phone (another story altogether) so when I get home, my daughter was sick with a migraine that day so she stayed home, so I turned on the television to Faux news - I figured the closer to calling the race we get I'll turn to CNN (the real news) but for now I wanted to see how their opinions would fare with the rest of the nation...





Around 6:15 pm Mr Hubby returns home after a hard day on the job of dealing with OFC (other folks chilluns) and he's tired but inspired. We both cast our votes earlier that morning in order to avoid the after work rush. We sit and watched as the electoral votes grow larger and larger for Obama.. 158 to 76 and the fluttering is starting to begin in my heart. Can we actually win this thing or am I going to have to move to Canada? Lawd I don't wanna move to Canada...





My best friend Nikki (my beloved guest blogger) arrives at my house we have our first pre-Obama session. Once the puff has been passed it's close to 7:30 pm and we're ever so close to electing the next President - electoral at this point was 220 - 151 in favor of Obama and I'm thinking in my mind... this is pretty much a wrap.. once we add Cali's 55 electoral votes it's done... so I run outside to greet my bff'ers mom as she arrives wondering who won.. meantime my daughter is upstairs screaming and hollering and I ran back in the house to see what was up.. and there across my screen it read:

Yeah that's my 50 inch telling you just what I saw at 8pm... I now have a black President. My first reaction was to scream as well then I ran outside and told everyone Obama WON!! My bff'ers and mother came into the house and celebrated with us throughout most of the night as we popped champizzle and toasted glasses to the greatest thing since sliced bread... all of our dreams and hopes rested in this election and it was satisfying.. no it was gratifying to know that our prayers and votes had not gone unanswered..

Trust me - I wanted to pass out a few times during the screaming, but my body refused. 400 years of waiting wouldn't allow me too.. it kept telling me stand girl.. even if it's on one leg.. stand and take notice of this moment! No more excuses.. no more rhetoric about how we aren't given the chance or the white man this or the white man that... nope... all of that talk is pretty much dead and now when I look at my daughter I can see the next American President of the United States....

My President is Black!!!!!

It's official folks.. we now have our first black President of the USA.. and we did it in record numbers. I am especially proud of my black folks for not acting too much of a fool last night with no real incidents of nignant episodes across the streets of America. I made it to work on time, but unfortunately this flu that's been going around is kicking my tuckus.. so I just wanted to hop on here and let everyone know that I am esctatic about last night's victorious, historical and monumental occassion and will leave you with my "party" song we played last night during our celebration!