"Scarlet Takes a Tumble"
Actually think I first saw it on Luvvie's site.
Laughed so hard ...
And that cookie thingy you Temptation me with ... looks like an extra 3 miles on the run after I can't eat just one...
I think a lot of people first saw that vid during me and Luvvie’s team roasting session. We have to do another one, soon.
You can't find that baby's G-Fab headpiece 'cause ...
it's on the Clutch you wanted more!
(Bet that headpiece And Clutch will look G-Church-Fab with a Denim Shirt set. Just sayin' ...)
ElBee, I’m simply obsessed with peacock feathers. Etsy is gonna ruin my pocketbook, and I haven’t even purchased anything yet.
And no lie, my stepbrother rocked a denim three piece suit to church last month. I’m still reeling from the wonder of it all.
While listening to the radio during my morning commute, I heard yet another commercial for “She Got Remy Weave, He Got Remy Bottlez: A Love Story” or whatever the hell those tragic Negro plays are called. Dismayed, I started to contemplate how in the blue fck are these plays still in business, but set aside the thought to concentrate on the chick who valiantly attempted to apply her Kiss On Nailz while standing up on a packed bus during rush hour (hint: she now has a full French set of…knuckles).
On lunch, I resumed my train of thought and Googled “Lawd + Love + Stageplay” and whaddaya know? There’s one man responsible for bringing most of these to light: Mr. David Talbert. Past hits have included “He Say She Say, But What Does God Say” and “Tellin It Like It Tiz”. Current and past stars on his roster include Morris Chestnut, Brian White, Coko from SWV, Lenny Williams (yes, that Lenny Williams) and your baby cousin ShayShay who think she too good to call you now.
There was no real point to this post. I just thought someone should know that at any given moment, someone could be prepared to give Clifton Powell a job, and if you know me, you know I can’t stand that man any more than Chris Brown can stand decorum.
Heck 2 the Naw!
The only version of Hallelujah to cry for is by Jeff Buckley.
Listen and really weep ..
On the ‘No Time to Date’, I’m with ya sister.
Nothing like full-time-working-single-parenthood to do that (and lots of other things too).
I think I’ve even forgotten how to date!
Jeff Buckley’s version is full of gritty emotion, but I first heard the version I posted at a vulnerable period in my life, so it resonates with me like no other.
Between gym, church, work, parenting, and being awesome (not in that order) I rarely have time to date. However, I would definitely make time if someone worthy came along. I wish more people would realize how much value that has.
I’m fairly selective about the movies that I choose to watch because it’s so rare that I have two free hours of time, so I’ll admit that I had grand expectations at the outset. That said, I wanted more out of this film, and it did not deliver. Don’t get me wrong, I think Anthony Mackie and Kerry Washington both did an excellent job of attempting to flesh out their characters with such stilted dialogue. Anthony has presence, and I’d like to see him take on more complex characters (the Seed Sower in She Hate Me does NOT count). Kerry succeeded in diverting my attention from her horrible afro wigs, which was no easy feat. I felt myself wanting to care about the fate of their characters, or more accurately, wishing that they could pack up their identities and take them to a better screenplay. I’d give this film a lukewarm recommedation at best - you’d be better off reading A Taste of Power: A Black Woman’s Story by Elaine Brown.
Depression is a mind killer. You don’t know what it’s like to live anymore. Nothing feels, nothing smells, nothing tastes…the world is ugly and plain. To criticize someone who has lost all control of their being isn’t fair and it isn’t right. You have no idea what people are going through until the letter is on the bed and the noose is hanging in the closet. Everyone is fighting a battle. Some people just have to fight the whole war by themselves.
“I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”—Zora Neale Hurston
Maury:Today, we have on the show, Billie Jean. She says that the kid is definitely his son, but Mike doesn't think so. Billie, how does that make you feel?
Billie Jean:That's some ol' bullshit, Murray. He know that's his baby. I am 347 percent sure thass his baby. Got his nose, got his ears, got his jheri curl...errythang.
Maury:Well, let's see what he has to say about it. *looks at monitor*
Mike via monitor, is reading really slowly/woodenly:For forty days and forty nights,The law was on her side/ But who can stand when she's in demand, Her schemes and plans/'Cause we danced on the floor in the round....BUT THE KID IS NOT MY SON!
Billie Jean:*yelling in the background while the tape is playing* that's that bullshit, Murray! He know thass his chile!
Maury:We'll soon find out. Come on out, Michael. *Mike moonwalks on stage, moves chair on opposite side of stage from Billie Jean* How you doin'?
Micheal:*adjusts highwaters* I'm doing good, traveling around, making sidewalks light up n' shit. Ay, Man, that ain't my baby!
Billie Jean:You a lie! That is too yo' baby! He's gotcho nose.
Micheal:Ho, I ain't even got my nose. You bullshittin'!
Maury:This is getting out of hand. Let's get these results, shall we? In the case of little Ta'quan Dictionario Windexell, Mike, you are....NOT THE FATHER!! *Mike stands up, jumps in the air, grabs crotch* Whee-ho!
Billie Jean:*runs back stage yellin' and screaming in "disbelief*
Maury:*walks back stage tries to console Billie Jean* *Billie Jean calms down during the commercial break*
10 Things The Money Wasted In Iraq Could Have Gone Towards
Today marks the 8th anniversary of the beginning of the War in Iraq, which has so far costed the country thousand of lives and over $780 billion. Here are some things that the money wasted in Iraq could have done instead:
Closed Every State’s Budget Deficit: The money spent in Iraq was enough to have closed every single state’s FY2012 budget deficit—totaling nearly $112 billion—nearly seven times over. That means no protests in Wisconsin, no mass teacher firings, and no school closures.
Bought Homes For Homeless Veterans: There are more than 100,000 American war veterans who are currently homeless. The money could have been used to purchase decent homes for them, AND provide them with treatment for major depression for the rest of their lives. (Though if we hadn’t invaded Iraq, there would also just be fewer homeless war veterans.)
Opened Boarding Schools In Africa: It was enough to have opened at least 19,500 Oprah-style luxury boarding schools in Africa, providing an elite educational opportunity for nearly 3 million children.
Helped Find Osama bin Laden: The money would have completely funded the War in Afghanistan thus far, still leaving $393 billion left over to put a bounty on Osama bin Laden’s head. That amount of money would be really hard to turn down.
Gave Solar Power To Detached Homes: We could have outfitted 31.2 million detached, single-family homes—about 45 percent of the detached, single-family homes in America—with solar paneling.
Rescued At-Risk Social Welfare Programs: It could have rescued all of the at-risk social welfare programs on this chart and there would still be $740 billion left over with which to mess around.
Gave Every Teacher A Raise: We could have given every kindergarten, elementary, middle, and secondary school teacher in America a $224,000 bonus, many of whom certainly deserve a little extra compensation.
But, of course, none of these problems matter too much when it comes to ensuring that America has a tight grip on Iraq’s oil supply; while—at the same time—murdering the very same civilians that they claimed to “liberate.” Okay there America!
I’ve been pretty reckless lately, but we’re talking about someone who’s idea of reckless is purchasing a spa package for herself while making a concerted effort to not feel guilty about it. In my circle of friends, I’m generally known as the safe, responsible one (with ratchet tendencies). Man, fck all that. I’m learning to deny people the pleasure of my company, to stand up to folks who mistake my kindness for weakness, etc. I’m living life as it happens, not according to my meticulously planned calendar.
This weekend I’m buying a wig, several pairs of shoes, engaging in (safe) epic smangage, taking two new classes, and going back to therapy…not necessarily in that order.
Hope she cheat on you wit a basketball playa’
Naw …. She not bitter … LOL!
What’s with all the bustin’ out yer windows stuff, girl?
Goapele has better range. Go see her.
And I’d be her Closer …
(PS: I’ma usin’ this as my Comment section. Hope that’s OK. I tumble off Tumblr)
YASSSS ElBee! Comment away. And thanks for your suggestion to go see Goapele - I’ve seen her before in concert and she took my breath away. Marsha, too - she was hilarious.