06 November 2006

'Tis Almost the Season

Today is November 6th, and I just have one question: Where the hell did the time go? I'm already busy gettin' my holiday hustle on, so ya'll gonna have to excurse me if I disappear from the blog again for a hot minute. The Dealer says he's on strike this year because he always looses all of his fingerprints from the tape used to hold up the lights, but he knows that if he don't put them lights up he gets none of my goodies. Hmph. Complainin' ass knows he loves the lights just as much as the rest of us.

Is it just me, or does Thanksgiving always become the forgotten holiday? I get excited about Chanukah and Christmas, but Thanksgiving is actually the most work intensive holiday. Lawd knows my Brown ass be in the kitchen from Monday morning until Wednesday night gettin' my cook on, so by the time dinnertime rolls around, my ass is too tired to eat... anything. Christmas/Chanukah is mild in comparison. I'm in and out of the kitchen in 2 days and still have the time and energy to go visitin' to everybody's houses... and get my sip on too! ;)

I'm about to say bah hmbug and go sit my ass down somewhere... aww who the hell am I kidding? I gotta go... it's time to get my shopping list together.

17 October 2006

Monday Night Heartattack

It wasn't pretty. It shole as shittin' wasn't one of the best games I have ever seen, but damn it, my Chicago Bears are 6-0 for the first time since 1986. Yezzur!!! I luff my d-fense! And that lil baby Devin Hester? He needs an older woman in his life. Brian Urlacher? He could get it AND run for mayor of Chicago... and probably win. He told Lovie Smith they would win. Fatwa... it is written.

2 fingas to the side ya'll

16 October 2006

Some Things Don't Change

Recently I was on my fave site Crunk and Disorderly when a post came up showcasing the recent album artwork of one Sean "Puff Doodle Doo" Combs. Said artwork is a depiction of Poofy Doo with a nameless, faceless semi nude model draped over him for his single "Come to Me". Another piece of "artwork" for the cd has Puff the Magic Sampler with his hands down a random woman's draws. That's right, I said draws. The fuck is the point of this sposed to be?

See, this is a problem for me. People love Poofy and seem to want to forgive him anything. Like Jay-Z, this new nigra has a CD to promote. One of the commenters on C&D was all up in arms because he/she said that we were too hard on Puffy. He'd visited a school in San Diego and had gotten on the case of a student there whose grades had begin to fall off. He even went so far as to get the child's pphone number so he could check up on him and make sure everything was ok. Bra fuckin' vo! Do you honestly think he would give a flying rabid fuck about that child if his cd wasn't about to drop? Survey say? Hell Naw!

This commenter also said that "at least Puffenstuff doesn't call women bitches and ho's in his music". Well, let's look at his track record. He's on his 2nd or 3rd baby momma, fucked baby momma #1's BFF (Misa and Kim P. were girls until PuffaLump shagged Kim), shows no signs of marrying said 3rd string baby momma (even though she has publically said she wants to get married) and now to top it all off, he's photographed with a nameless, faceless random ass ho wrapped all around him AND with his hands down said woman's draws? oh HELL no! People seem to forget that this man has 2 children on the way someone while he's standing there with his hands all down the panties of a woman who is not 2nd string baby momma/current sideline ho.

I don't care how you slice it, Puffy might not be calling us bitches or ho's, but the message is just the same. "Girls, it doesn't matter how much education you have or how smart you are. You still just a piece of meat to be used when, where and how I see fit."

To be real, I'd almost prefer he did call me out of my name. At least then I'd see the knives and shit flying at me and could respond accordingly.

12 October 2006

Back Again... Sort Of

Hey Peeps! I know it's been awhile since I last posted anything, but Mz Nikki has been sick as a dog. First a cold that didn't want to let go, now a UTI that's got me in so much pain it's hard to sit up for long periods of time. Hopefully by this time next week, I'll be well enough to get back to my usual smart ass comments at all my online hangouts. Until then, ya'll stay crunk!

18 September 2006

What A Lady Sposed to Ack Like?

You know, I had a moment recently when it took all my self-control not to grab this young girl in a class I was in and either choke the shit out of her, or hug her. You tell me if I was wrong or right.

I was sitting in on a university level Political Science course last week, and the Professor brought the discussion around to how young people should act in a given situation. He was explaining how an older neighbor of his came at him in a way he didn't appreciate, but that because of the way he was raised (respect your elders, don't speak when grown folks is talkin'... you know how Black/African parents do), he simply told the man that unless one of his kids had his (the Professor's) name, he needed to fall back. All of us had a good laugh at that one, but inevitably, there were three young'uns in the class who just had to take it there.

Professor: "You know when you talk to your Mother, you don't disrepect her, do you?

Hood Rat: "*psh* If she wrong, she get delt just like anybody else!"

*Clutches pearls!*

But wait, it gets better!

Professor: "When you are out in public, you act like you have some home training. A Lady acts like a lady!"

Hood Rat: "Well, Ion't know what a lady ack like. How a lady sposed to ack?"

I looked around at some of the older (read my age) ladies and gentlemen in the class, and they were wearing duplicate looks of consternation. How could this college aged girl not know something so elementary? But then I thought about it. Her mother is probably only about twice her age (if that), so how would she know to teach her daughter to act like a lady when she probably doesn't know how to do it herself?

I walked out of that class feeling a sense of rage at the hopelessness of the youth who will one day be our leaders. Is this what we have to look forward to? If it is, somebody please start praying for all of us now.

13 September 2006

He's An On Time G-d!!!

Man have you ever had a day that feels like your birthday, Christmas and New Year's Eve all rolled up into one? Well today is that day for me. I was over visiting my home away from home C&D when what did I hear but that my favorite sanger (yes I said sanger) of all time, Whitney "Nippy" Houston is not only back with us in the land of the living, but she also filed for divorce from that triflin' summabitch she made a mistake of marrying, Bobby "No Real Talent" Brown! I promise you I felt a soul clap! I haven't been this happy since my baby girl was born. Yesssssssssssssssssss Nippy yessssssssssssssssssss!!!!

*falls out in the middle of the aisle in over the top dramatic cunt fashion and is covered with white cloth by the urshers*

My Gawd has heard my prayers and brought this woman back from the edge of darkness and has put her back on the road to regaining her status as the voice of R&B.

I think that we Nippy stans owe a HUGE thank you to Clive Davis and CeCe Winans for helping Nippy come back to us. I guess CeCe and Clive took the words to the song I posted to heart and knew it wasn't just about talkin' a good game. Whatever it was, Nippy is back and doing well... now we just gotta worry about lil Bobbi Kris.

Nippy '07 hummin comin' at'cha!

*catches the Holy Ghost, does a triple backflip down the aisle of the chu'ch, harlem shakin' and shimmyin' like Shug Av'ry*

10 September 2006

Let the Games Begin

Football season is again upon us. Tailgate parties, brats & beer, playing in subzero weather, and my personal favorite, seeing a bunch of extra sessy men in tight pants running up and down a field. Yessir dere is a Gawd!

My hometown team The Chicago Bears appear to be well on course to get their Playoffs on, but I'll reserve judgement for now. I hope they do, cause Lawd knows they shole do need a championship in the Chi! Man (or in this case, woman) cannot live on memories of the most dominant Bears team in history forever. I still remember when Da Bears were da best in da world! I need my Bears to follow through and make that move into the elite list known as Super Bowl Champs.

Have a good season peeps! Brats n' beer on me!

09 September 2006

Something New

Hey all!

Not really blogging anything important. Just wanted to try a new layout and see what ya'll thought of it. I am determined to make my own layout one of these days, so I am carefully disecting Blogger's template to figure out what needs to be where. This is one I got from Caz and loaded to my blog, but methinks I'll be trying it on my own one of these days too.

If you have any problems or see anything wrong, hit me in the comments box and let me know!

Peace out!

08 September 2006

The Fuck Is This?!?!

R. Kelly is back in the news. A trial date of October 13th has been set for his sex tape scandal, and I for one hope they throw the fuckin' book at him. Kellz is a sick, sad summabitch, and I don't care how hard he had it as a child, he needs to have his ass up under the jail for this mess. If this had been back in the day, there wouldn't be a need for a trial. This nigra woulda met Uncle Bubba nem 'round the way, and shit woulda been handled Original Gansta style.

Now, I will admit I saw the video out of curiousity, and fuck what ya'll herd, but that child does not look 17. I promise you I thought she was a really developed 12 year old. But to hear people from my hometown talk, she seduced Kells and that shit is her fault. Boo niggas boo. It's sad in this day and age that we as Black people (and yes, I'm talkin' to you Chi-Town) can give this triflin' bastard a free pass for hurting a little girl just cause he made some shitty ass songs we used to like to dance to.

What happened to the days of my people taking care of each other's kids? When I was a lil gal chile runnin' round wearin' ankle socks and pigtails, I wish I woulda got bold enough to raise my voice, not said please and thank you, or call a grown woman by her first name without a Ms. or Mrs. to precede it. Shorty Lo Lo (I'll always love my Momma, she's my favorite gurl) and her Fists of Fury woulda beat my Cocoa brown ass until I lost not minutes, but days. I'm still scared of that woman to this day cause of the beatdowns she dispensed over the course of my childhood, but I wouldn't trade her for anything in this world. She made me the confident Black woman I am, so I love her for that, if nothing else.

And what is this shit about not whoopin' yo kids ad wanting them to be your friends? Hell to the naw! My children are not my friends, my gurls, my pard'nahs and nonna that otha shit. They are my children! My G-d did not give them to me to be their friends. He gave them to me so that I could train them and raise them up in the way they should go. They are my responsibility, and one tat I take very seriously. I don't want my daughters to be callin' home tellin' me I'll be a grandmomma at 40. Hell naw she ain't.

Another one goes: "We gon call the polease on you if you hit us!"

Yeah okay lil nigra. Call the polease. It's gonna take them about 15-20 minutes to get here and yo lil dumb ass gonna be right here chillin' in the cut with me. Do you really think you gonna make it up out this cottdamn house without me havin' whooped 15 years off yo life before they get here??? I whoop asses and take names. Anybody don't like it? Fall the fuck back. These are mine, and maybe if you did the same to yours, you wouldn't be gettin' them late night phone calls from the local precinct tellin' you to come pick yourn up.

Real talk people... real talk!

05 September 2006

The "He Could Get It" Files

I don't know about ya'll, but this guy could get a lil bit of slap and tickle if he sang this song on the right day. He does a damned good job on the falsetto too. It doesn't help that he's cute and exotic lookin' either. Sang yo song boo boo.

Past & Present Loves

Man I used to love them 5 white boys. Granted, only 2 of them sang at any given time, but I was still a New Kids on the Block STAN... a stan you hear me?!?! Every magazine they were on, I bought. Every TV show they were on, I watched. Every CD they put out, I whored myself out to my Moms to get the money to purchase. Just seeing these boys make me all warm inside, but that was then...

Thicke is now.

Too fuvkin' sexy for his own good! I just don't get it... how de fuck is he Alan Thicke's son?!?! Gloria Loring is his momma, but just damn! Paula betta watch her back, cause I'd give Robin that nasty, filthy spit on the divk sex that she's too much of a good girl to put out. Think I wouldn't???

03 September 2006

Blogger Bein' A Lil Bish

I'm only adding this post because Blogger is ackin' like the spawn of Satan right now and it has my dang on posts halfway down the page. Booooooooooo blogger booooooooooo!!!

In the Sunshine

This is one of my favorite MJB songs My Life, and one I was really in need of hearing. My G-d is a good G-d, and He is blessing me all day everyday. All kinds of good things are coming into my life, so excuse me if I seem to be going on about nothing. I just really feel a need to say that to somebody, and it might as well be whoever might be reading this blog. Me being happy :-D. I think I need to go celebrate. Mai Tai's and pretty pink drinks on me!!!

02 September 2006

Nothing Really Changes

Today on a Yahoo Group I used to belong to, someone who is an infrequent poster told me that I was cool, but that the way I was describing my life was coming across as "mad arrogant". *Snort* Would you like to try insulting me in proper English, m'kaythanksbuhbye. I freakin' hate Ebonically gifted Kneegrows who try to come at somebody with that ghetto nonsense, but that's a whole nother post!

I should give ya'll some background on this. I went and took a training class a few months ago because I was curious about the inner workings of a financial institutions, and hell, it was free, so I figured why not? Well, I made some coo! azz friends in the class, but there were a few people in there who, while interesting, always rubbed me the wrong way. I keep in touch with the coo! folks, and left them ignant nigras alone. We all decided that we would keep the friendships alive and made the Yahoo Group to keep up with each other, plan parties, etc. Well, yesterday was the first time I decided to even bother to answer one of the multitude of emails they send, since most days by the time I get home and log on, I ain't in the mood to deal with any foolishness. Now mind you, out of about 100 posts, I have made all of 5 at this point, including the offending ones. This chick has the utter audacity to say I sound arrogant because I shut one of her friends down who was talkin' shit! Boooooooooo, nigga boooooooooooo.

I just discussed the situation with my sister, and this is what she told me. Looking back over my family tree, I come from a solidly middle class family. My family are 5th and 6th generation homeowners, not to mention that getting at least one post grad degree is almost mandatory. My mother has a Master's in Business, my father was a professor. My grandparents were both educators, and one of their parents on maternal and paternal sides (who were White) were doctors. Most interestingly, my maternal great, great grandfather was also a landed gentleman in the antebellum South. Translation? He owned slaves.

Now, I said all that to say that I can't help the way I come off in conversation with the minions. I am an educated, loquacious, intelligent, self assure and audacious Black woman. Is it so wrong for me to toot my own fuvkin' horn? Yes I have a 3.4 GPA. Yes, I was on the Dean's List last semester. Yes, I work as an Assistant Director of an HIV/AIDS information network, sp please take yo hatin' ass on somewhere with that bullish!!! You cannot... no, you will not make me feel bad just because I took Robert Kiyosaki's advice and decided to learn a little about a lot, and now I'm going to be able to do things you can only dream about. Don't hate me cause you're stuck in a dead end job with nowhere to go but sideways.

Now, back to our story. Being the intelligent, articulate sista I am, I had to check a trick in the nicest possible way and let her know that I took the class for personal fulfillment and just because I wanted to learn something new, not because I needed the training to get paid. I'm already paid, fuvk you kindly. You're still living in the 'hood with yo nigga who just got out of jail, but you want to check me? Chile please!!! I am on a whole other level of consciousness and imagination that you should try to attain before you come at me with yo stupidity. I am already degreed chica... what chu comin' to the table with? Why don't you stop worrying so hard about what I'm doin' and do you. It ain't hard.

Why do we as Black folk always gotta try to down each other or say we ain't doin' what we doing? You don't know me from a fuvkin' can of paint, yet you wanna be casting shadow on my shine??? What does that get you in the long run besides left the fuck behind to count my cash when I make that deposit into my savings account. Count my deposit like a good little minion while I go continue to get my business owning shine on.

BTW chica, it's not arrogance when you state facts, it's called reality. So hate on haterette while I go touch the skies.

I'm Just Sayin'

Attention... attention Justin Wiggerfake:

Due to the malicious malficense on your part during the Super Bowl fiasco with Janet Jackson, and in the weeks and months following Janet's subsequent troubles, your hood pass has now been revoked. I would like to introduce you to the new holder of your hood priviledges.... Robin Thicke.

Due to the presence of Bussa Bus in this video, Thicke is quickly becomin' that nigga... you know, the one who could get it any whicha way he wants it all day long, and twice on Sunday. Like you used to be. Maybe if you get rid of the ass deficit havin' crater face you porkin' you could get your pass back, but I doubt it. You fucked with the wrooooooooong Black woman that time kid. Oh well, shit's on you. Peace!

30 August 2006

Crack is Truly Whack Ya'll

Cristy's Intervention See this first!!!

Ok, for those of you who don't know, Mz Nikki lurves her some Intervention on A&E. (Check your local listings for time). Anyway, I was watching Intervention this past Sunday, and they had a meth/alcoholic named Cristy on there. Now, don't get me wrong, I know addictions are a helluva thing to beat, but what pisses me off is how this simple ho acted while she was high, and the way her family related to her in the process of this intervention. It was a sight to behold and never have I been so happy to have a blur box on a TV screen in my life!

Now to give you some background on this situation, Cristy is living in her late grandmother's house rent free, works as a stripper and has been addicted to meth for about 10 years (she started at 13 or 14 and she's 24 now). What absolutely kills me about this shit is that her family, more appropriately her father, was enabling her to do the shit she does because he feels guilty about abandoning her and her mother when Cristy was younger. Bitch please! You'se a grown ass man, and yo daughter is a crack ho! I'ma need you to man up and kick her the fuvk outta that house! It gets deeper though. Case in point: Cristy had a drunk driving arrest that resulted in her license being revoked. Instead of making her drunk ass take the bus or a cab, he drives her to work, gives her money AND allows her to live in the house (which the lil bitch has trashed, see link above). Then the killer, she was in the house butt ass nekkid, throwing food and shit on the floor. *Clutches her pearls* I have only 3 words for thisa here shit (said in best Mya Wilkes voice): Oh HELL no! Let that hadda been a Black father, or worse yet, a Black mother... (*shudders at the thought of that ass whoopin'*). Nuff said!

I would be willing to give her a pass for all the crazy ish she does cause after all, she is a meth head and they ain't the most rational people in the world, but what is her family's problem? Her father admits that he does this to keep Cristy where he can keep an eye on her. Her mother and sister admit that it's taken them this long to figure out how strung out Cristy really is because they didn't want to see. This my friends is a classically co-dependent family. To borrow from my gurl Q over at C&D: it takes you TEN MOFOCKING YEARS to see your CHILD FROM YOUR LOINS is addicted to meth...and i mean all the families in that show, just accomodating the crackhead and giving them money and free rent and shit... Thas real talk ya'll.

I gotta give her sister props though. When Cristy was trying to hit her, homegirl handled her business. Took her ole nekkid ass down by the river and broke off a cyprus branch. Well she didn't really, but she was beatin' Crisy's ass like a natural man though. Thas gangsta.

During the actual intervention, Cristy had the nerve to be laughing and joking about her family as they poured their hearts out to her, begging her to get clean, which she flat out refuses to do. Now, not only did she laugh, but when they came to the part where they told her that there would be consequences for her actions (namely, if she refuses to get help, she goes to jail on that outstanding DUI warrant), she boldy states that she would rather go to jail than rehab, and tells her father it's his fault she is the way she is. Survey says? Ho Saddown!!! You'se a grown ass woman responsible for your own fuvkin' actions! Balls up and handle yo shit, yoself!

Back on topic: someone commented on C&D that this is a YT thing, cause we (Black/Brown/Yellow/whatever you is) folks live too deeply in each others pockets to ever not know something of this importance, and wel, i kind of have to agree. Black families are close knit, but not for just any ole reasons. Close knit families are a matter of survival. These fighting units, for lack of a better term, are experts at using that "all for one, and one for all" mentality to get through some rough times in America especially. We come together in times of great trial because we know as no one else can, that without family, we as a whole are nothing. When push comes to shove, tough love is a muthafucka, and you get cho shit together for no other reason than you have no choice. So is this why this show has showcased very few (if any) Black, Brown, Latino, or Asian families? Is it because we know how to handle our stuff within the family ranks... or is it just because YT could give a fuvk less about our multicultural asses and are only on they own peoples because they are feeling the wrath of the monster (crack, heroin, meth) that was originally intended to destroy us in their own homes? Hmph, anybody else feel some shit is rotten in the state of Denmark?

It is what it is ya'll.

25 August 2006

We Miss You

Today is the five year anniversary of the death of one of my favorite singers. Aaliyah Dana Houghton was a beautiful young woman whom it was my pleasure to meet when she came to the city where I was living at the time. Her warmth was real... her smile infectious. Her grace and realness was not imaged nor was it a facade. What you saw with her was what you got. She loved her mother and respected what her opinions on everything from the clothes she wore to the dance routines she performed. And while Liyah may not have been the strongest dancer in the world, she had it, that star quality that is so difficult to define, but once seen, is seldom forgotten.
I have been on several blogs today where the owners have commented on her passing, and in perusing through the comments left by visitors, I have been at times shocked, and then saddened at the way some people feel the need to constantly put down everything about Baby Girl. I've seen everthing from "she couldn't sing" to "she was just a fake ass wannabe Beyonce!" Why is it that when someone dies, we have to automatically start comparing everyone else to them? Is it because we're trying to keep Liyah's spirit alive.... or just because it's so hard to say goodbye to someone who is certainly, at least in my mind, gone too soon?

Whatever it is, Aaliyah, I for one was a fan from the very first moment I hear "At Your Best" and I will continue to spin your music, because your voice touched something deep inside all of us that I hope would continue to inspire us to be better... RIP Baby Girl, and if you see my Grandma and Grandpa, tell them hello and I love you!

21 August 2006

Harpo!!! What Dis Noise Is?!?!

I was over at my favorite guilty pleasure C&D a lil while ago and what do I happen to come across? A tiff is a'brewing between Monica and Ms. Jones from Hot97 in NY. Apparently Monica took offense at something Jonesy said and decided to try to call her out. Now, seeing as how I'm not in the NY area, I just had to run right chere to check out the audio, of Ms. Jones' response to what was said. Suffice it to say Mz Nikki was giggling her azz off when it was all over and done. I don't know Ms. Jonez or Monica, but Ms. J got a point. These damned artists are putting out trash for us to listen to, but still expecting respect and for niccas not to call them on that shit?!?!

*In my best Mya Wilkes' voice* Oh HELL no! If yo shit ain't right, I gots ta call you on that ish. Artists putting out cd's in 2 weeks (*ahem* BeNONsay), tearin' up ish that wasn't broke (Damn it Miss Janet!!!), and dumbing down their music to appease uneducated, unoriginal and just palin azz ignant fans (Monica, Bey, Ciara, Pon De Forehead... and the list goes on...) are becoming an epidemic. I don't give a damn who you think you are, but do you are not allowed to get pissy with me when I say your overhyped coochie poppin', hood rat soundtrack soundin' tripe sux a bowl of Flavor Flav nutz. I can't help it if I'm allergic to the shitty overprocessed, mumble moufed, ignance that passes for mursic now adays.

Ms. Jones got some serious points. What ever happened to the days when labels cared about the music their artists produced? What happened to heads of record companies hearing some mess their artists were getting ready to put out and saying, "Ummmmm I think you might need to rethink that option"? Is it just that they don't care, or is something more insidious going on? Have we arrived at a time and date where real musicians are being run out of the business in favor of pretty girls who can't carry a fuvkin' tune if their lives depended on it? As a fellow poster at C&D once said, "I remember when pretty girls modeled instead of singing... I guess them days are over." I guess they are indeed.

I dunno ya'll... see I came up during the era of Gamble & Huff, Motown, & Arista with Clive Davis at the helm. People like Aretha, Gladys, The Spinners, The Chi-Lites, The Temptations, Earth, Wind & Fire, Patti, Dionne Warwick, Chaka Khan, Rufus, Prince, Michael Jackson, The Jacksons, Whitney, Boyz II Men, and a host of others were the required listening in my household. I was born into the 70's, became a child of the 80's and a woman of the 90's. Those were the decades when music was still music. You could put on an EW&F cd and play that bish from front to back and narry a song you skipped because that ish was fyah from beginning to end. Nuff said.

So ya'll gon have to excuse me if I think most of this crap they are putting out today sounds like two yaks fuvkin' to me, 'cause I know real music. Bey, Janet, Ciara, Cassie and nem just... ain't... it!

Rang the Dayum Alarm Already!!!

I just finished watching the video for "Ring the Alarm" and while I am no fan of SWSNBN, I must admit to having found a whole new respect for her after listening to/viewing this video. Ladies, how many of us have had those moments where we were wanting to ring the alarm after having given a man all of ourselves? Walk with me for a moment and soon you'll see what I mean.

A friend of mine (Sharice) recently got out of a 10 year relationship with a man I'll call "David". David was from the "wrong" side of the tracks, but my girl said fuck it, I'll take a chance on this man because he has potential and I want to love him. So Sharice made it her mission in life to introduce this man to the finer things. Reecey bought this man clothes, and not the cheap stuff either... I mean Bruno Magli, Versace, Sean John, Armani, D&G... you name it, David owns it. Sharice loved him so much she taught him how to groom himself, introduced him to caviar, patte, escargot and other exotic dishes. This sistah was his friend, lover, sister, mother, wife, confidante, cheerleader, sex machine, the butcher, baker AND candlestick maker all rolled into one!

Reecey sent this man to school, gave him 3 beautiful children, and she made this man the kind of brotha any woman would be proud to be seen with. She gave him back his self respect and dignity, all while letting him "be the man". And for over seven years all was right with the world...until Janet came along.

Now ladies, all of us have one of those female friends whose sole purpose in life is to make you want to kill her, and well, Janet is that friend for me. Janet is the group ho, and is one of the most self centered, egotistical, ignant bishes you ever want to meet. She makes me want to bash her face in every single time I see her, but that's neither here nor there. Seven and a half years into the relationship of my friend and David, he caught that infamous 7 year itch. Janet's skank shark smelling blood in the water ass moved in for the kill and moved my Reecey right on out the house on the hill, never to be heard from again.

Now, back to Beyonce's video. The enitre thing borrows heavily from the Sharon Stone/Michael Douglass movie "Basic Instinct", but I still couldn't help thinking about all the women who are probably thinking and feeling the exact same emotions Bey is conveying in this video. How many of us have given everything we have, are, will be to make a man everything he can be, I mean investing years, tears & all that good shit into loving, cheering for, praying for and with a man only to be tossed out like yesterday's garbage when a newer piece of azz comes along? Would that push you to the edge like the character in the RTA video, or would you be more likely to roll with the punches?

Personally, I'd be more likely to be that chick... you know, the one that makes you want to take yo azz to sleep with one eye open and a steak knife, some Holy Water and a crucifix unda ya pillow. It's true what they say you know: hell hath no fury like a Black woman scorned...

Hello Ya'll!!!

Well, I did it. I finally broke down and made the leap into blogging. I can't say as how I will be keeping up with this site all the time, but I will do what I can to keep it going for as long as I can. Hope you come, stay and enjoy!