Me?? Barney Look-Alike? Really??

Wow, this seem like eons ago. Yet as I watch it, it makes me think. Not of course about the fact that Penelope (the period) decided to visit the same morning of the event and bloat my stomach to ungodly proportions. So of course I look like Barney the Flying Dinosaur Enhanced Elephant, in a dress that was probably already a little too small to begin with. (as you see, I'm trying to use my arm to hide my stomach, nope, didn't work...not at all!)

And not about the fact that some random person was in the background singing with me, and I use the term 'singing' very loosely. I'm SO glad that I couldn't hear him on stage, cuz I probably would've had a real time BLACK GIRL, from DETROIT, EAST SIDE moment.

And definitely not about the weave that I allowed my cousin to talk me into. And although she did a good job, I'm just not the weave-wearing, eye-lash sporting type (hence the locs in my head now, right?). So to me my head looks like scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz, mixed with a little Chaka, and drizzled with some '77 Diana on the top. (Although my makeup was flawless!)

No. What I think about is my face, my expression, my body language. My Eyes. I don't think I'm ever as happy as when I'm on stage somewhere. Whether its the hood bar on the corner, or the church on the hill. Whether it's r&b, gospel, or poetry. Whether it's a testimony to abused women, or a speech to young girls. I most happy, most effective, most MYSELF, when I am pouring, giving, releasing all that I am.

And I think that's the missing element. I don't do it enough. I've become a little to caught up in 'life'. But life for me is NOTHING if I can't be who I am, if I can't do what I do. If I'm not writing, or singing, or speaking, or performing. And although I'm always somewhere doing something, I need to be doing it on a much broader scale.

Is this a get rich petition. Nope. I do it for the love of the art, the love of the people, the healing of the soul...mine and theirs. I do it because God gave me a gift. I do it because I'm one of the blessed to be able to.

It Is Time...Stay Tuned...

Back From The Dead

I could give a bunch of excuses for my absence, but I won't. The truth is, I just couldn't write. I wanted to. I tried to write, but I couldn't.

But now I need to write like I need air to breathe. Writing is my defibrillator, it gives my life an electric shock when trials, tribulations, and obstacles flat line me. And I've had my share of obstacles lately. Even as I type these words, I feel my spirit being revived. I feel the blood awakening, the tingling in my nerves, the crackling of my bones.

So, let's start this journey again. Let's look at life, relationships, parenting, finances, spirituality, politics, education, love, happiness, hatred, anger, betrayal, sex...and whatever random thoughts pop into my head.

Oh yeah, I'se married nah, so this should be REAL interesting...

Talk to you soon, real soon...

Facebook Frenzy

So many people have been talking about the phenomenon of facebook lately. I don't much about all of that but I will say this...

I love facebook for the reunions that it provides. I have found SO many people on facebook from my past, some that I have spent years trying to find! I think some of the features are awesome.

Now I'm not the sit-at-the-computer-until-I'm-blue-in-the-face type, but the fact that I can hop on, look around, answer a couple of questions, find some folks, check out the weekend parties, and continue about my day is a huge plus!

Don't get me wrong, I think a lot on the site is juvenile, but if you use it for what it's worth, it's cool.

My only question is: In the wake of the 20-something milllionare (or is it billionare), why in the heck didn't I think of this?????????????

What Are The Answers????

It has been 4 months since I blogged. I needed to get back to me. I needed to shake some haters off, and heal from a couple of unexpected wounds. But God is the healer of all things, and I am fine now...but I do have a few questions.

Why do people lie?

Why does love hurt?

Why do we NEED to be loved?

When did we forget how to be happy?

When did life get so bad that we resort to the complacency?

When did men forget how to be men?

When did women cease to be ladies?

Where did all the real ones go?

Where is truth, loyalty, and devotion hiding?

Where are the men who WANT to be fathers? (to the ones they've already made)

How did our race end up like this?

How did our families fall apart?

How do we repair the damage, mend the fences, and fill the pot holes?

What are the answers?

F*** THAT!!!

Okay, I said that I was not going to blog anymore until next week, but in the words of one of my favorite people, F*** THAT!!!

So today is all about me. I'm going to rant and rave, and if you don't like it, then F*** YOU too!!! and get the heck off of my page! (please note the disclaimer in my description of this blog above)

Yesterday at work, I was ready to tear the damn club up! So we had a bid that was due on today. My portion was completed, I was just waiting on another butthole to get me his section, so that I could finalize. He finally got it to me yesterday morning, only for me to discover that it wasn't complete. He left shit out, he didn't do some shit...I was livid. So here I am, trying to do this bastard's job so that the bid is submitted correctly, but it's no where near my job description!! I was so pissed, I said F*** THAT, and I told those bastards 'I quit' and left the damn premises! Of course, having scared my friend to death with that statement, I didn't really quit...I just left and went to Popeyes to get me some damn chicken.

So I'm in line at Popeye's, and I have the bright idea that since they were putting me through all this trouble, I would use my company credit card and have lunch on them. So I order up some shit, $10 worth of shit to be exact (and for an individual meal, that's a lot!). Get to the window and whip out my Amex, and the little bastard asked me if I had a Visa or a Mastercard. WHAT!!?? You got to be kidding me!! So I look in my wallet, and of course my never-carry-cash-ass only had a whopping $4!!! Stop laughing, this shit was NOT funny!! So what do I do!!?? I say F*** THAT, and do the only thing I can...order two 1.49 chicken wraps and take my behind back to work!!

I get back, finish doing someone else's job, and then take a moment to do a Whitney exhale. NOPE, too soon. They come back and say that I need to have the damn bid bound. I told THEM that the day before when I realized that it was too big. Anyway, so I tell them that they're gonna have to take it because I couldn't be late picking up my kids. Made up some cocka-maimey excuse about the floors at the daycare being stripped. Guess they didn't believe me, cuz they handed that crap to me and told me to get going. F*** THAT!! Do they know who I am?? I'm Lady damn Queen, I don't have to put up with this shit, I said while driving down the road to the copy center.

So I get there, and the damn girl is taking all day to get to me. Apparently, she was messing up someone's order, so I knew this was gonna be a problem. I call back to the job and tell them, "F*** THAT, ya'll gone have to pick this shit up on your own, I'm out!!" Okay, maybe I really said, "Mr. So-and-So, they are running behind in the copy center and I need to pick up my children, so would it be alright if I left this and you picked it up?" Yeah, sounds a little bit more like what I really said. With that, I took my tail home, poured a stiff drink, and watched some completely legal brand new feature films on the net...

Where am I going with all this? First, let me tell you about today. I get to work, and lo and damn behold that same bid that I got rid of yesterday is sitting on my desk. Apparently the idiot at the copy center screwed it up (how? no idea when all she had to do was punch and bind), and they wanted me to put it back together again. At this point, I'm broken and I just do it. I get on the computer, thinking I'd go read something to make me laugh, and I end up reading some shit that threw me for a figure eight, not a loop, a damn figure eight! You know what?? F*** THAT!! I'm done!!

So for all the people that I spend way too much time being nice too...F*** THAT!!!
For all the times I wanted to punch a negro in the mouth and didn't...F*** THAT!!!
For all the times I wanted to teach a white dude the true meaning of racial violence, and didn't... F*** THAT!!!
For trying to make other people happy all the time...F*** THAT!!!

From now on, I'm gonna do me, and I could care less who can't handle it. Cry, write, slit your wrists, take some pills, I don't give a damn! Work it out!

I'm gonna do what I want, LOVE who I want, Be who I want, Act how I want, Take what I want, and Live how I want!!

F***ING F*** THAT!!!!!

This blog is brought to you by every soul in America who is plain tired of the bull, and ready to take action. You don't have to be a victim...F*** THAT!!!

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Hallelujah and Barack Obama?????

I was driving back from a day full of meetings this afternoon, and I had my radio tuned in to a popular Detroit station. I typically don't listen to the radio, but my itouch was in my purse and I didn't feel like risking death to get it. Anyway, one of our prominent hosts was giving away free tickets to see Will Downing. When the winner made an exclamation of joy, the host said, "Hallelujah and Barack Obama".

Okay, this one pissed me the hell off. Are we likening him to Christ now?? I sure as hell hope not. He is not God, or anywhere near it. He is not a messiah. Of all the things we've got to worry about, let's not go through this one!!!

Good grief Charlie Brown...

The Dawn of Awakening

If you're like me, you have been up all night. I'll never forget the moment it became clear to me that our history is forever changed. I awoke to my phone ringing around 11:00 p.m., and answered it only to hear a voice screaming, "GET UP, IT'S OVER!! 297!! WAKE UP DAMMIT!!"

I couln't believe it. Apparently the electoral vote number shot from 220 to 297 in the blink of an eye. I was stunned. I was overwhelmed. I was overjoyed. My eyes were seeing it, but my brain couldn't process it. We had just elected Barack Hussein Obama as President of the United States.

I woke my children up. I called my grandmother. I called my parents. I talked to the man I love. Everyone was up in arms. All of my phones were ringing incessantly. Shouts of praise resonanted throughout the country. Prayers of thanks rose throughout the nation. It is indeed a marvelous day.

Now let's switch gears slightly. People, once this day is over, the work begins. Once this day is over, the truth overflows. Once this day is over, the negativity will reign 100-fold. Once this day is over, the seeds of doubt will be thrown on the earth. Once this day is over...

Standing for Obama does not mean that we will always agree with him. Standing for Obama does not mean that he owes us anything. Standing for Obama does not mean we should expect anything more than anyone else.

Standing for Obama means standing for CHANGE. And to effect change, you have to ruffle some feathers. To effect change you have to make the tough decisions. To effect change, you have to piss off the masses. Please take a note from the way President Obama ran his campaign. He did not make all of the popular choices. He did not succumb to the pressures around him. He did not conform to popular beliefs. He will run the White House in the same fashion. And we will have to stand for him no matter what.

Please Negroes, don't start with the '40 acres and a mule'. Please Negroes, don't start with the 'paint the White House black'. Please Negroes, don't start with the inter-office and inter-relational beefs. Please Negroes, don't start being cocky and ignorant. But as a fellow blogger stated, work on your individual self. Work on becoming a better you, so that President Obama can be proud. Work on ways that YOU can effect change in your surroundings. If all of us make that effort, then the President's job will be that much easier.

So bask in the glory of this moment. Shout to the mountain tops and sing to the hills. Teach your children the true meaning of this victory. Take today and enjoy it, you deserve it. But tomorrow...

PUT YOUR COMBAT BOOTS ON AND GET READY TO FIGHT!!!!!!!