Wiggle Dem Toes - REDDNATION

I figured ya'll would like this song......I love it.....

Road Trips

I think you're all fucked in the head! We're ten hours from the fucking fun park and you want to bail out! Well, I'll tell you something, this is no longer a vacation, it's a quest. It's a quest for fun. I'm gonna have fun and you're gonna have fun. We're all gonna have so much fucking fun we'll need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles! You'll be whistling Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah out of your assholes! I gotta be crazy; I'm on a pilgrimage to see a moose! Praise Marty Moose! Holy shit! Where is the Tylenol?
~ Clark Griswold, "Vacation"

I feel your pain, Clark.

Day One – On the Road

Well, This was a mini road trip to Lake Shawnee Powwow with Friends and Folks. After getting my tires changed and arguing with my children about who sits on what end of the car and removing the potato that has been living in my car for most of the month of August, it was finally departure time. Three dancers and two children headed out on the open road. We were already late for Friday’s Grand Entry. Drive is uneventful despite the fact that Heyna had a weed shirt on and there were three Kansas State Troopers at the McDonalds we stopped at. Sign in blood my oath to give an award-winning appreciation to the inventor of the CD Player. Instead of arriving at campsite with ample time for dancing activities, we arrive in time to 40 with some folks. Found out that the Northern Drum was the Agency. They are Crow/Lakota mainly. Swwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeettttttttttttttttttt.

Day Two - Great Expectations

Woke up at 7 am because my little cussin age 17 decided she was bored. I said, I don’t hear no birds. 10 minutes later someone started beating a hand drum. Which woke the kids. Watched the vendors with their goods, which was the same thing that I saw last week at Grain Valley’s Powwow, but now seducing me into dropping large amounts of cash on things to complete outfits and future outfits. All activities planned for Days Three and Four will now be affected by the delusions of Day Two. Return to campsite from dancing and activities exhausted and approaching delirium. My daughter stood proud and tall with her little blue t dress and fan and shawl and danced northern Traditional. Another stomp dance and 49’s. Fell asleep listening to drums and frisky teenagers that were wandering by my tent and creeping off to undisclosed locations near my tent. Managed to salvage some fry bread for a 3 am snack and drank the remains of the tea in the ice cooler. Forced to eat entire remaining frybread and roasted corn regardless of what it may do to my body. Priorities. Sleep Yoda.


Day Three - The Lost and Found
My little cousin woke me up before the birds sang, promptly at 6:45 am to tell me she wanted to talk.
Cuddin: Hihanni Waste, S’cepansi
Me: Mrpmhm.
Cuddin: I am bored I wanna talk.
Me: Fuck away or die…….
She didn’t. She pulled my cover off my tent.

I lost some money while out there, but I hope things will be fine. $300
come up missing after I got through with Grand Entry Sunday morning.
Someone turned in $100, and the people that found the money left. We dined on Buffalo and Potato and Onion Soup for lunch. And I danced and danced and danced. Our Head Lady was Oglala Lakota just like me, and we talked for a while. After the Powwow, I went in search of liquor. I drove and drove and found all liquor stores closed. I went in a Grocery store and after speaking Espanol to a janitor, I was pointed in the right direction. As soon as I grab my meds, (Schmirnoff and Beer) I head for the check out. The cashier was talking to a lady then she looked up and began to laugh.
Cashier: “No liquor in Topeka after 8 on a Sunday.”
Kell: “Are you serious? What the fuck? This is the last time I come to Detroit or Philadelphia or where ever the hell I am at!!!”
Everyone in line laughed. On the way back to camp my cousin and I saw raccoons and did our Lakota Whoop and chased them down. They escaped, musthave seen the Lakota bumperstickers. LOL. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttttttttttt…………….

Day Four - Well, At Least It Can't Get Any Worse
Left Topeka at 11am and made it back to the City limits. The kids complaints of who’s touching me and who is bothering me, looking at me didn’t seem so bad on the way home. Got home fixed my PC. (Ingrid) She is well on her way to becoming Delilah.
What a mini vacation. I am glad it is over. Welp, until the 15th. The next three day powwow is in White Cloud KS.

I got this from a friend......

But, wanted to share my responses over here.

A...................... IS FOR AGE : 28
B ...................IS FOR BOOZE OF CHOICE : M D 20/20

C ..................IS FOR CAR : Chevy Malibu

D........................ IS FOR DAD'S NAME: GEORGE

E ...IS FOR ESSENTIAL ITEMS TO BRING TO A PARTY: MD 20/20

F ..........IS FOR FAVORITE SONG OF THE MOMENT: I'VE BEEN DOWN MAC DRE

G................................. IS FOR FAVORITE GAME: football

H.................... IS FOR HOMETOWN Kansas City, Mo

I....................... IS FOR INSTRUMENTS YOU PLAY: VIOLIN, VIOLA, CELLO AND PIANO

J........................ IS FOR JAM OR JELLY YOU LIKE: PEACH JAM

K .................IS FOR KIDS: TWO

L...................... IS FOR LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: with my kids and secret lover visits me

M ....................IS FOR MOM'S NAME : Carole Patrice

N............... IS FOR THE NAME OF YOUR PET: Twinkie

O ...............IS FOR OVERNIGHT HOSPITAL STAYS: several

P................... IS FOR PHOBIAS: hmmm....heights and bridges

Q....... FOR QUOTES YOU LIKE: Red Cloud “They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they kept only one; they promised to take our land, and they did.”

R ......IS FOR RELATIONSHIP THAT LASTED THE LONGEST : 3 1/2 yrs

S..................... IS FOR FAVORITE SODA: Dad's Root Beer

T....................... IS FOR TIME YOU WAKE UP: 645am

U..................... IS FOR UNDERWEAR : depends on the mood thongs one day (size 8) and boy boxers the next.

V............ IS FOR VEGETABLE YOU LOVE: corn and tomatoes and okra

W.............. IS FOR WEAPON OF CHOICE: my silver 380 but i do own a 9 as well. I am looking currently for another semi automatic to add to my growing collection. I collect guns.

X .......IS FOR XRAYS YOU'VE HAD: for ulcers

Y................... IS FOR YUMMY FOODS YOU MAKE: I make the best Pugna in Jackson County, and I make the best fried potatoes, polish sausage and onions too

Z ....................IS FOR ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

Chaka Khan playing the drums.......

I liked this so I wanted to post this in light of the recent Beyonce events.

Beyonce is cool. But Chaka Khan was a true diva in the word Talent. Sister could even play instruments.

Respect.

I am about to offer you more proof................

I have told you in the past how much of a nerd I am... I am about to offer you more proof.

I was too busy to get online yesterday, much less leave a post telling you about how busy I was going to be. I now have 30 seconds to breathe, and thought I would tell you I am going to be very busy this weekend and posting will be sporadic.

We will get back to our regularly scheduled world class entertainment on Wednesday.

Until then. I will leave the entertainment to Local Kay Cee Rapper and personal "buddy" Tech N9ne.

Tech N9ne Drunk

Sorry I have been Missing in Action

Today, I’d like to talk about the drug problem in Kansas City.
Wasicu don’t like to call it a problem. They call it an issue.

“Mang, I have glass stuck to the bottoms of my boots! I keep stepping on the crack vials Every time I go to throw my trash in the dumpsters. This is a fucking serious problem!”
“No, my brown colored friend. This is an issue. A real issue that needs to be addressed.”

I’ve always been a sense of humor type of gal, so I look at the “issue” of drugs in Kansas City in a positive light. Let’s break it down:

Q: What is the most popular drug in Kansas City?
A: Crack.
Q: What does crack attract?
A: Crack addicts.
Q: What special skill do crack addicts have?
A: They are fast?
Q: What?
A: They are fast. Faster than an Argentine on bath day.

This is true. Crack addicts are the cheetahs of the human race. If you challenge a crack addict to a foot race you will lose. You may be walking down the street, humming a Kurtis Blow song, minding your own business then all of a sudden there is a crack addict next to you asking for money.


“Yo brah. How you doin’ brah. Hook a brotha’ up over here.”


By the way, this particular crack addict, “Johnny”, is white. He likes to be called a “brotha’” and tilts his hat to the left. He is the fastest white man I have ever seen in my life. I once watched Johnny dart from shadow to shadow in an alley on his way to the dealer down the street. As the clouds changed the trajectory of the sunlight he would dart, skip, jump and dash his way to the darkness of a shadow. I wanted to remind him that it was the middle of the day and everyone could see him, but it was nice to see this ghetto ballet going on behind my house.

I think it would be a good way to raise money for the city to have crack addict races. Seriously. They could be sponsored. They could run up and down 10th street. It could be televised. We could have play-by-play announcers:
“Well Bob, it looks like Elaine has taken the lead by bashing Johnny over the head with what looks to be, yes, I’ve been informed that it indeed is, she bashed Johnny over the head with the hood of a 1994 Geo Metro. Wow, look at that Elaine run.”
I have yet to see a Muslim Immigrant crack addict in Kansas City, but I GUARANTEE that he/she would be the fastest. They are small and compact and I’m sure they would move like the wind.

I’m not sure what the prize of the race could be, but probably crack.

Or a Geo Metro.
Some of you may say that I’m being too hard on the Kansas City police. You’re right. I am being hard on them. I think that they are moving in the right direction by putting up cameras all over Kansas City’s intersections or “high risk zones”.


Now, I know this is a move in the right direction, but is that camera supposed to be pointed directly at a car or the sales on the side of the street?

Why is this?

Anyway, crack races. Sponsored crack races. 1994 Geo Metro. Think about it.

Overheard in the Office:

Sales guy: Oh, crap! I left the cap off my Sharpie last night! [Tries it on paper] Oh, no! What can I do?!
Cube rat #1: Well, you could try running a little water over the tip. Or, um, you could just throw it away and get a new one.
Sales guy: Put some water on it? Would that work?
Cube rat #2: Is it a Sharpie or a marker?
Cube rat #3: If putting water on it doesn't work, try licking it.

I gotta cheer up.

I gotta cheer up. Family has been fighting with family over his grandma's belongings. We are planning the funeral for Friday. People who were not close to her have been showing up taking her clothes, church suits, earrings, jewlery cause he is so distraught he is letting everyone in to rifle through her belongings. They are taking advantage of his time of grief.

I was ready to fire warning shots in the air.

Mood:

Down in the dumps.

Lunch today brought to you by:

I had a small garage sale of my exboyfriend's belongings. Seems he forgot to pay me my money. Sigh. It could have been worse. I could have snapped out like Stewie did on Family Guy.

(see video)

Death In The Family

I am sorry that I have been missing in action the past couple of days.

Demetrieus grandmother died yesterday. I don’t know what to say. She didn’t like me and Dee and I ended on bad terms. I called him last night to apologize for his loss. He hung up in my face. He called today and we talked and he wants me to come by and get something’s that his grandma wanted me to have. There is literally stuff all around with my name on it.

I think we are planning on having funeral sometime between 1st and 6th.

Trying to find all the peeps from Baton Rouge and surrounding areas. I stayed over there with him until 425. He keeps answering the phone "no sir or no maam. Grandma's at home with Jesus. Well, you know how she was always on me to go to church. She had notes on stuff. That says “for my granddaughter Kell” and I guess i can't say i have nothing to wear to church. She really wanted me to go to church.

I and she didn’t see Eye to Eye at all.

Several of her pet peeves about me:

1. I don’t go to church (couldn’t get her to understand that you don’t have to attend a church home to have faith and believe in Jesus. And that everyone has a different choice in worship. I worship might fine right here in my Living Room with Creflo/ Doesn’t make me less cause I don’t go to a physical chuch.)

2. I practice Traditional Medicine and participate in Native Ceremonies.

3. I fish on Sundays. Told me I can’t do that.

4. My voicemail is in Lakota. She left messages demanding me to change it from “Spanish” to a language that “everybody” can understand. This made me leave it in Lakota. If you call my house it still is like that.

5. when I used to call for Dee she wouldn’t put him on the phone and told him he was forbidden from my house.

I loved and cared about her. She and I just loved at a distance. Now she is gone. Wish we would have gotten more opportunities to talk and reflect on our thoughts. Or just listen to her and her MLM pyraimid speeches about give me $100 and 8 people will give me back.

Can’t change the past. I am such a dick sometimes.

Just another example of how my stubbornness gets me in trouble at times. . (My spirit animal is the buffalo) Kinda depressed.

Here is some music that she would enjoy……….

8 Hateful Things Women Do To Each Other

It's become the silent emotional killer among women. Women who are downright mean, malicious and disrespectful with each other. This trend is creating havoc in our relationships with each other, for it strikes the core of sisterhood. Real sisterhood can only exist when respect and trust stand unshakeable. In this particular, most men are quite opposite to us.

For a man, a brother is a brother. However, what is most disturbing about our malicious ways is that we are passing on a legacy of a broken sisterhood to our daughters. Girls that are mean and catty are usually this way because their understanding is that this is a normal part of femaleness. They grow up to become mean and catty women who perpetuate a diseased sisterhood. To break this cycle we each need to make a conscious effort to validate all women. Be they our friend! s or not. Otherwise, we will continue to find ourselves moving within circles of female hostility, suspicion, and pain. Here is my list of the most detestable practices that we need to discontinue in order to heal our sisterhood:

1. Talking about each other - You are really not her friend if what you have to say about her is so bad you can't say it in front of her. If you are a real friend you should be able to tell her your concerns for her life to her face. If you have the need to tell others, but you haven't found the time to tell her - red lights should be flashing. Believe it or not, gossiping is not an intrinsic part of being female. Women who gossip do it not because it's a woman-thing, but because they want to elevate themselves and put other women in a place of inferiority. Gossiping is just another symptom of deeper insecurities.

2. Fighting for men - One of the most undignified things that any woman can do is to fight, argue, or curse another woman over a man. It's a disgusting trend that used to be a school girl thing, but today adult women are doing it too. If both of you are in conflict - because his choice is not clear - then that means that he's really not into any of you. He's probably playing both of you. That man really does not deserve love or attention from either one of you. Let him go.

3. Joining female gangs - Women who make you feel unwelcome and unwanted within their circle of friends are not to be trusted. Women cliques have become common in the workplace, at church, in the neighborhood. Cliques are the dwelling place of insecure women. Women who join cliques are seeking refuge from their own lack of confidence by cocooning themselves within this circle of supposed exclusivity. Again, the need to belong to, or be part of a clique is also a sign of deeper insecurities. Beware, cliques are usually encouraged and thrive on a type of gang mentality.

4.Undermining each other - Beware of any woman who can never celebrate your accomplishments with you. It could be a new boyfriend, a promotion, an award, a new job, a new acquisition, weight loss. If she has nothing positive to say to you about it, does not show emotional support, or chooses to remain silent she is not a true friend. Real friends know how to recognize and genuinely rejoice for our successes with pride.

5. Competing against each other - You need to get this straight. There will always be another woman with nicer hair, a more caring husband or boyfriend, better behaved children, a better paying job, a bigger house, a more fashionable wardrobe - there will always be some woman with more of what you don't have. Consequently, the only person that you need to compete against is yourself. Strive to be the best that you can be - for you. Competing against other women to prove yourself superior is a fin! ancial and emotional drainer. Because of this mindless competition we become mean, envious and hypocritical. It is pointless.

6. Disrespecting boundaries - To survive peacefully every relationship and every friendship must have clear boundaries. Good relationships operate within margins of respect. Within this level of respect, privacy and intimacy are keywords. Yes, you are my friend, but that doesn't give me the right to walk into your bedroom or your kitchen, unbeknownst to you, and help myself to your stuff. I don't do this not because you won't allow me to, but because I respect your privacy and your things. Consequently, we both need to know and respect each other's levels of privacy and intimacy.

7. Crossing boundaries - This is similar to the above; the only difference is that my respect of your boundaries should never depend on my friendship with you. We need to respect women for the simple fact that they are women. If she is a woman she is a sister. Period. Therefore! , from that understanding I will have the utmost respect for her children, her man, her opinions, her choices, and for her as a person. It amazes me how women are quick to disrespect another sister's boundaries, but feel offended if another woman does to them the same exact thing. Honestly, that type of inconsistent behavior can only be credited to some form of mental illness.

8. Exploiting our friendships - This is a major one. Why are you friends? Do you only remember her being around whenever she could get something from you? It doesn't even have to be material. It could just be your time or your positive energy. Does she happen to be always on the receiving side, with you dishing out ton loads of yourself or your stuff? Or is she your friend because of what you represent? It could be that your husband's position or yours, your possessions, your talent, whatever, represents some form of achievement. Is she a friend because that link to you places her on a higher platform? In a real friendship appreciation, support, and loyalty must be reciprocal.

Just something to think about.

Three Mile Island Drive

The evening out last night won't quite live in infamy, but it was a lot of fun. This was largely due to the "Three Mile Island Iced Tea," a beverage that Charmaine is developing with our favorite local bartender. Charmaine came up with the name, and has dedicated herself to taste testing. The bartender, on the other hand, has taxed his resources coming up with a wide variety of glowing green potions that look like antifreeze and taste like bubblegum, pineapple juice, and sterno. After test tasting four of the damned things, I was in a very good mood. I couldn't feel my gums, but there was a slight ache somewhere around my middle. I think it was my liver.

Things I've discovered last night:
Drinking Three Mile Island Iced Tea’s at night when you must awaken at 3 am is a bad thing.

Lessoned Learned:
You should not operate large machinery under the influence of alcohol.

Instant Message of the day:
Some Dude: hiiiiiiiiiii m/37
Me: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii m/14
Some Dude: (after several seconds of pause and reflect time)
Byyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee

Went Fishing Saturday!

Ayyyyy!!!!!!! went fishing Saturday! Was out there since around 4 that morning. Got them all through cleaned, seasoned and fried. LOL. There are some happy cats in my hood!! LOL I would invite ya'll to the fish fry........ but some of ya'll will show up! LOL
See Ya!!!!!

Why is it?

That when a person starts to have a life - a somewhat happy life - long term friends end the friendship? If they can be a person's friend when that person is unhappy, why can't they stay friends when that person's life changes for the better? Why can't they be happy for that person instead. Do they think they don't need them anymore just because their life has improved?

I don't get it. I guess I never will.

Dang, Yo Momma Mean, Shoot! I am going home!

Because I don’t feel like writing any nice posts today, it’s all about the venting on this fine fuckin’ hot Wednesday morning.
I am going to piss some folks off.
But it is time I quit holding back and say it, since this is my blog and I can say whatever I want and you can't stop me. You can judge me, but you can't stop me.
I do not like kids. There. I said it.
Now, before you go calling the Division of Family Services on me, I should tell you that I like MY kids. Love them even. A lot. (Usually.) It’s YOUR kids that I do not like. No, no. Not YOU.
You are in blog land.
I just don't like REAL LIFE kids.
I don't want your kids to MOVE IN NEXT DOOR.
I don't want your kids to come to my house to PLAY.
Other peoples kids suck.
Before I had children I loved to babysit and I loved kids. I babysat kids all through high school. I used to ASK THEIR MOTHER to take them to the park.
For FREE. For fun. I loved kids….
and then I had my own kids and I realized that
MY KIDS ARE BETTER THAN YOURS.
I have the very best kids in all the land and I don't NEED your kids. LOL
Honestly, I think other people's children annoy me because they don't have to follow the same rules that my children follow.
For example, one neighbor girl comes over and every five minutes
I have to give her THE STARE OF DEATH and can you guess what her reply is? "Oh, I didn't know you were watching."
I won't even get into how much that amazes me.
Yesterday the neighbor’s daughter came over and started taking my couch cushions off and LOOKING FOR STUFF.
(She found a lot. Oh, yes. She found A LOT.)
That's rude! RUDE! I hate rude people!
Where’s yo Momma At?!?
The more I write this post, the more I realize that its
not ALL KIDS that I don't like.
Its children of a certain age.
I like your babies and I like your toddlers.
Its children between the ages of six and whenever they outgrow that awkward stage with the big teeth.
I just don't like kids at that stage. They are ANNOYING. My kids are now in that stage. And its a good god damn thing I love him.
My kids are my favorite in all the world, so even though they is going through this stage I still like them. However, I will like them both a lot more when their teeth are a normal size for their faces. I still don't like your kids at this stage.
Not at all.
Am I a bad person?
Things I've discovered since last Monday:
I really need to start looking for dollar bills in the couches.
Lessoned Learned:
Cleaning under the couch cushions, puts paper in yo’ pocket!
Instant Message of the day:
Him: 30/m/Isreal 5’9” 180 wanna fack?
Me: 35/m/South Carolina 6’1” 235 Wanna get shot?

You gotta see this

This was sooooooo funny. I couldn't help my self.

You gotta watch the whole thing.

Wednesday....................

Man. I'm slightly lazy today. This is not good, not good at all.
I have a meeting from 12 to 2:30 about creating a long-term plan for our department. The first steps of this are analyzing our strengths and weaknesses as well as opportunities and threats...in other words, a SWOT analysis. I'm on the sleepy side and had a cruel headache plague me all day so far. I am floating in the gray space and want to slip into a coma. Man, I was sleeping well. I didn’t want to wake up. Life seems more real when all of your senses can participate.

One of my best friends discovered that her marriage is not real. That everything that she has with this man has been based on a lie. Men like that have no idea the damage that they do to some one. I haven’t really taken the time to sit down and analyze what I would do. What I would do if I was to find out that my husband of a year was already married to someone else. The rest of my day was cool. DeAndre came to see me while I was over my good friend’s house. My kids and I ate some barbeque. I was cool and blowin some good dotty and shooting the shit and doing a little file sharing. Ended the day on a positive tip.

A Poem

Laying on her side she draped her leg over his thigh.
Her head on his shoulder, his hands on her breasts...
Her fingers lightly tracing the tattooed name
on his bare chest
His past etched into his mind like waves
Of grass on the prairie
He curled his arm around her smooth back;
resting his hand on her ribs to feel its rise and fall.
Her softness as smooth as a baby skin
They smile at the rise and fall of their chests.
He said while trying to catch his
breath, "Where'd you learn that?"
She giggled softly, "You didn't like it?"
He said, "Climb on and show me again."

Things I've discovered since last Monday:

The nice young men from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints will fall right off their bicycles when you flash them your boobs through the window.

Lesson:

A bored me is a dangerous me.

Random Confession:

The older I get the less I care what people
think about what I say and do.

Lunch:

Chips and Sweet Tea
Turkey, Ham & Cheddar on white bun

Sunday Funnies

A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.

"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "are they ALL YOURS???"

"Si, they are all mine," the flustered mommasita sighs, havingheard that

question a thousand times before. She says, "Sit down Juan." All the

children rush to find seats."Well," says the social worker, "then you must

be here to signup. I'll need all your children's names." "This one's my

oldest - he is Juan." "OK, and who's next?" "Well, this one he is Juan,

also."The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one, through

the oldest four, all boys, all named Juan. Then she is introduced to the eldest

girl, named Juanita! "All right," says the caseworker. "I'm seeing a pattern here.

Are they ALL named Juan?" The Mommasita replied, "Si it makes it easier.

When it is timeto get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Juan! ' 'An'when

it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Juan!' an' they all comerunning. 'An' if I need to

stop the kid who's running into thestreet, I just yell 'Juan' and all of them stop.

It's thesmartest idea I ever had, naming them all Juan."The social worker

thinks this over for a bit, then wrinkles her forehead and says tentatively,

"But what if you just want ONEkid to come, and not the whole bunch?""I

call them by their last names "

If this was my man. He would be in the hole.

Maybe I am bitter right now because he is in the hole.
So what.
Money gets you places in the world.
So much for the Just US system.
-- A judge orders Paris Hilton back to jail, CNN confirms. She was taken from court screaming, The Associated Press reports. __.

Baby Momma Wednesday

Mang, I have been on one this week. I have a friend of mine who watches my kids, my ex’s mom. Let’s call him M. M’s mom is cool. She watches after my kids sometimes so I can go to meetings, do my dirt, etc. M and I have a pretty good friendship now. It was not a big deal to me. I mean he writes me a lot. He has been in the Feds (Federal Penitentiary) for 7 years and I write him a lot to. He always talks of his kids mothers. It really isn’t a big thing to me. Ya’ll know I am a flirt and he is too. And I talk mo’ shit. Yeah it is good to hear from him every now and again. He tells me of his plans when he hits the bricks. I send crossword puzzles and smut. LOL It’s nothing serious. I would never seriously consider messin with M. He is well institutionalized and has 7 kids… Well. Anyway. I have bumped into a couple of his Babymommas’ this week.

Baby Momma #1 - S.

I dropped my kids off and I noticed a dark green continental on some 10’s parked out front. And mostly everyone knows me. Well. It was S.

S and I know each other from back in 94 when we were fonkin’ out in front of M.’s house. I haven’t seen her since. I was about 14 or 15 and She was about 19. We were at war at the time, for what, The Creator only knows. He wasn’t worth it then or now. LOL. Well, it has been well over a decade. As I am 28 now. She frowned, sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes when she saw me. What the hell. I could do no more than chuckle. Is like that bad for you that you are worried about m’s ex from 1994. Lawd. She made comment about my size. She bigger than me. Baby girl S, you rockin a 32W. I am in my 20W’s. Anyhow. She goes on about how M is gonna marry her and how much he loves her. I am like ok. LOL Bitches are a trip. I don’t want him. LOL. Maybe that is a prize to her. This is his 5th trip. He had already been down once when I was messing with him in 1994. My first felon. My first love. But remember. That was just that. My first. I don’t want him. LOL. But since she said something about my size. Now I got to prove a point.

Baby Momma #2 - V.

Mang. I have known V for years on paper. He always describes her as the crazy bitch, the stalker or the lunatic. And come to find out, I have known of her for years in casual contact. All this time I didn’t think I knew her. She was working at Taco Bell. My best friend hired her. Her husband and brother-in-law work there. I never thought anything of it because she was working there and I gave her a ride a couple of times when Demetrieus was closing at Taco Bell and the poor thing was stranded at 3 am. I waited until she got up and left the room. Something triggered me to ask how many kids she had. When they said 12. (let me straighten that up for you…so you don’t think it was a typo….Twelve)

Something reminded me of something that my ex said. That one of his baby momma’s has 12 kids. Well, it was her. How small is Kansas City?????? What the Hell? Well. We sat down and talked for about an hour and a half. She might not like me as well as she did in the past before she knew that I was once affiliated with him and that he is writing me. She introduced me to his kids but I told her that I already have a picture of her daughter. M sent me one a couple of years ago. She didn’t like that any better. Says M writes about me all the time. I say yeah I usually write him once or twice a week. She informed me that M is telling all the baby momma’s that he is moving in with Kell and that they all have been trying to figure out who Kell is. Now they know. I was like “hell to tha nah. He isn’t moving in with me.” The whole time we were talking she says that she doesn’t want M. And I say the same and mention that Talib will be home in 2009. She was like well; he can stay with you for two years. And the punch line to this is……..V lives on the next block from me.

I want no parts of this drama. But I got a feeling it is coming soon to a hood near me since M gets out this month.

The instant message that brought home the Awesomeness of Wednesday:

oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fk me babie ooohhhhhhh yyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaa babie fk me oooooohhhh nice pussy

Song of the Day:
Well I have been in another mellow mood all day.
Right now I am listening to:
Little Wing By Jimi Hendrix

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Mellow Monday................

Monday:
I didn't quite sleep as early as I had hoped. I spoke to DeAndre for a minute this morning until he got off the phone to get his kiddos together. I hung up mildly disappointed but I knew I would talk to him later this day. Damn you work! But I did go to sleep before 10:30 PM so that was a plus. Strangely I am still super sleepy, but I'm going to blame the cool weather for this. The breeze hitting through the window whispered "sleep, sleep, sleep" all morning as I got ready for work. I should have just stayed home but the motivation of making over 100 dollars a day is more than enough to get me out of bed. Someone has to fund my Chinese food habit. Damn this taste of mine. Damn you, I say! DAMN!
Sigh. I was late. Bossman was glowering at me.
I couldn't help it. My kid had an episode this morning. Antonio refused to go in the school. And this was Alexis's first day. Remember that movie Rain Man and Tom Cruise buys some underwear but he didn't get it from the KMART that Raymond was used to getting his underwear from? Well, it was sort of like that. My kid was sitting in the parking lot rocking back and forth muttering the address of the school. My coworker was talking about maybe you should institutionalize him. That didn’t make me feel any better. Besides I would never send my baby away. That is my baby.

Things that piss me off:
Seeing a fine ass coworker when I came to work looking like crap. Yes, today is one of the bummy days. I washed my hair last night and let it dry as I slept so it's all screwy right now. Anyway, I never see them on the regular, like ever, so I don't worry about looking my best too much. They don’t pop up all the time. Wouldn't you know I saw them this afternoon coming back from getting my lunch and the fucker looked at me... Very cute... You know what that wink means? Because I do. It means "don't you wish you did your hair this morning?" or even "don't you wish you curled your hair last night?"
Song of the Day:
Well I have been in a mellow mood all day.
Right now I am listening to:
Hello Stranger By Mary Wells

Robbed

Hey Family. I was recently robbed. Somebody broke in my house Thursday while I was at work and stole my computer. I wanted you all to know that the kids and I are all safe. I have an idea who did this. Everyone that knows me knows that I am a little off. Everyone that knows me knows that I am heavily armed. Everyone that knows me, knows that I have a temper. I am trying to act in a peaceful manner because I know how I can get and I know how I have been in the past. I am trying to change my ways. Hope and pray that the police get this person.
Wajin.
(One)

Way back Wednesday- Mariah Carey Vision of Love

Ina Kin used to blast this song when I was a preteen. I was like in 6th grade when this song came out. And my ina used to play this song over and over….My dad used to shut his door and mom would turn it up anyway. I can remember my little girlfriends and I sitting out on the stoop after school at Westport Middle School singing this part of the song…

You treated me kind (yeah)
Sweet destiny
And I’ll be eternally grateful
Holding you so close to me (prayed through the nights)
Prayed through the nights (so faithfully)
So faithfully (faithfully)
Knowing the one that I needed
Would find me eventually

I had a vision of love
And it was all that you’ve given to me
I had a vision of love
And it was all
That you turned out to be
over and over… …



Did you have a vision of love?

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Are you afraid of Clowns?

I keep hearing about people with a fear of clowns. Have you heard of this? Its called by a number of names - Coulrophobia and Fear of Clowns being the most common It is defined as "a persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of clowns", each year this surprisingly common phobia causes countless people needless distress. Do you all remember Killer Klowns From Outer Space? It was a 1988 movie about aliens who look like clowns that arrive on Earth to capture and kill people.

See clip:

I personally have never been afraid of clowns. Not even as a child.

What about you?

Are you afraid of clowns?

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One of those days

I went into the gas station today and asked for five dollars worth of gas..... The clerk farted and gave me a receipt.

Wishing on a star.............................

Petals of yesterday drift in my mind.

As I reminiscence back to our times.

Lying in my bed thoughts of us serenade my heart.

Tears fall like pearls breaking apart.

Kisses sparkled my lips as we touched.

Hugs savored my body, as we loved.

Smiles from you sweetened every hurt I got.

Rainbow of colors resemble my every thought.

Firecracker red bursts out with all the love I feel for you.

Marmalade orange proves that it must be true.

Sunlight yellow shines my happiness of being in love.

Serene blue wonders if you are an angel sent from above.

Vicious violet questions about the other girls you can see.

Then sweet indigo knows deep within that there is only me.

Finally comes in grateful green to be thankful for having you in my life.

Loving you is one of my most precious times.

Imagining the day when we will meet once again.

Knowing deep within my heart only you could efface this pain.

As another thought of you sings me a lullaby to sleep.

I close my eyes and I once again fall in so deep.

Whisking off to a dream where our love becomes forever.

I will await that day when once again we can be together.

What do ya'll think?

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My latest set of pics.............

I hope you guys like them.

We had a good time.

Thought I would add a Grand Entry Song so you guys would know how we roll.

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President Pryor

This is soooo funny.....

I hope that ya'll like this!

I did!

Old School of The Week- "Rick James - Give It To Me Baby"

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Mos Def Reads Malcolm X

I love this speech. Some of ya'll will not feel this. But I do.

I love reading Malcolm X's words and feeling the message.

Pimp My Ride

Man. I have seen Pimp My Ride. But this is crazy!

I am getting the kids ready for visit with Talib.

I got in at 4 something.

Talib's dad was supposed to be watching the kids.

Yesterday was his 50th birthday. So I got him tore up. Since May 2nd is on a wednesday this week. I wanted to go out and Teela volunteered to treat me all night, since she pissed me off this week....

I didn't wanna do anything real big.

But when I got there Lisa, Tabitha, Jessica, Sasha, Lizza, Monica and Terri were all there! LOL. List wore a damn veil. She is a wild one like me........

anyhoo

Here is some of the footage from last night..........

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Issues at the Job.......

Been having some issues here at work lately. My job title is Correspondence Associate. That means that I sit in my chair and process letters. I worked several jobs for years that had me on my feet. As you can imagine, with my chi chi’s being the size that they are, my health and back soon started to give me problems. For that reason and amongst others, I began to search for a job where I would not have to stand on my feet. For the past couple of months, the company has been reevaluating my position and how and what my job should entail. If I was able to work with a highly physical position. I would have gotten a job doing that. I promptly told my boss this last night…..I told him that I don’t want to commit to doing something that physically I will be hurting myself to do and let down the department and the team because I didn’t let management know from the get go that I would have issues. I don’t want the team to suffer due to me. I also offered to help do other things that would take over some other duties of the team without hurting myself to do it. I had a list of things. I came into this email this morning.

We will be looking at options today and tomorrow to find what the best solution for Office Services and the department.

Any questions please let me know.

Boss Man


What do ya’ll think?

Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?

Some of you may not know but I am close "friends" with a guy that was a member of the Navy. I recently saw him and I was talking to him about this movie......This has always been a favorite movie of mine......

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It's A Shame by The Spinners - Old School of the Week

Do ya'll Remember?

My momma used to love this song and sing it...rewind....sing it some more...rewind.....lol

Hope ya'll enjoy this.....

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Thinkin of my boy........one of my friends..........

Disagree with me if you must. Wu Tang is one of the greatest rap groups lyrically than any other group. Their lyrics and style has been attempted but not duplicated. But I have been a Wu Tang Clan Fan for many many years. My son has WuTang Paraphelia in his room even though it was before his time.....He tries to flow his own raps at 7. He will write a song and say, Ina? You like this?

Listen to this flow. I mean the vocabulary, the venacular, the skills, the flow and the creativity and all first got me into freestyling when i was a youth......Here is one of my favorite Wu Tang Songs.

Triumph.......Check the visual for the bees and the moon at the end of this.......

Me and my boy Antonio used to take turns flowing this about ten years ago when it came out. The first one of us to studder while rapping had to roll up or buy the next. We used to put all kinda conditions on our fun. Hey we were kids basically. Back when he and I were wearing matchin dickies, mini baseball bats, white tees and hockey masks while we were in the hood. I miss him. Need to get at him and shoot him a letter, and let him that we are thinking of him out here on the bricks...First one to have a kid was to name after the other...which explains why my son's name is Antonio...don't think he is every coming home.........

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

I'm the Osirus of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker

It's like this ninety-seven

Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine



[Inspectah Deck]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block



[Method Man]

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin firm

on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire

Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?

In the line of fire holdin back, what?

My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?

Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums



[Cappadonna]

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin

Tell your story walkin

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods



[Ol Dirty Bastard]

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang



[U-God]

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow

For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king



[RZA]

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top of your cerebrum cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

now terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, on Novation

Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation



[GZA]

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song



[Masta Killa]

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

and leaks sounds that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came one

to represent the Nation, this is a gathering

of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in rhyme form

Givin sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention

Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission

Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's me, black nobled you Ali

Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?

Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth

Ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz



[Raekwon]

Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer

Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala

Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

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What's Good.........

I had a pretty interesting three days off. Been riding around trying to make a little extra paper since I had a few days off work. Been on my hustle.

Went up to see my boo. He was in good spirits. Got to spend some extra quality time with the kids. We are not really into the Easter thing. I have never really celebrated Easter that much. I never got Easter baskets and candy and all that stuff when I was a kid. Around Easter we would hunt for eggs at school. I am Christian and we believe Jesus rose from the dead after 3 days, died for sins, forgives of our trespasses. But the Easter bunny crap, not in my house………. Let me explain.
The lady at the daycare gave them a basket for Easter and I stood there and gave Alexis a piece of candy right there. And the lady seemed kinda salty about it. DID I MISS SOMETHING?? She gave the candy to the kids but I wasn’t supposed to give it too her? Whatever. So I asked her and she told me that I was ignant and shit and I didn’t smack her, I just let her stand there ravin’ and wyldn’ out about how kids are supposed to have their Easter Basket on Easter. Hell, I don’t know the rules to this. All I know is that a few times out of the year, white folks declare a holiday and that means spend cash, right. Of course I know the true reason for such seasons. And I respect that accordingly. I know it as the day, Jesus rose from the grave and thought that was important. Bitches come to me too, with that, “did you get yo’ kids an easter outfit?” And “I gotta spend Blank amount of cheddar on lil ray ray’s easter this and that…..” The same folks come at my kids with the tooth fairy and the other mythical creatures that love to spend my money. Ain’t that a bitch? LOL! Now don’t get me wrong. I like to spend on my kids but damn, can a chick get a rule manual about these holidays. Not trying to harp on the subject but there was a lady at the store that was asking every customer what they were cooking for Easter. The line was long and this mo fo was taking up my very important Easter time. (Since we categorizing things…LOL) and I am crazy I know so she gets to me and asked me….What are you cooking for dinner tomorrow? I said, Tuna Casserole, Biscuits, Broccoli and Cheese and Milk. She looked like I had sliced the Easter Bunny’s throat or something. She says, “How could you?,” as tears welled in her eyes. “It’s Easter!” And I say and the next day is Monday. I can cook whatever I want and it’s still Easter. I paid for my stuff and walked out. Not one person asked or commented out of all of the people that were quizzin me about whether or not I told the kids about Jesus risin' from the dead to save our souls. Everybody was more concerned about the bunny and the traditions. I love holidays sometimes.

Today Is A Good Day

What’s good wit ya ya’ll. Been so busy lately. Dealing with my moms and the kids. It has been a surprisingly good day. I woke up in a good mood. The birds were chirping. The Stallion that was lying next to me was snoring softly in my ear. He woke up and put it down again. And rolled up some peji and blazed that. I needed that. It is good first thing in the morning.
I was on time to work for once. I didn’t have any trouble with traffic. My babies cooperated in getting ready for school. All my co-workers have been obeyin my 930 rule and my boss complimented me this morning about ‘how fly I look’. That was enough to make me laugh to hear him trying his best to learn slang. That and the series of events that happened between 12 am and 12 pm have qualified this as a good day.

I Love New York: Tango or Chance

Okay boys and girls. I have been away from blogland, I come back, and the best I can do you say, is blabber about that idiotic show, I love New York! OH MY LAAAWWWWDDDDD!!!!! The battle for the bitch is on and poppin’ in tee vee land and I know some of ya’ll is watching it,

Don’t lie. Somebody is watchin you…

I pick Chance.

Let’s review.

I Love New York Chance Needs Ritalin

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He don’t know what Ritalin is

But he sho’ was funny!

Chance Orders New York Around

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Bitch Management Skills

I Love New York Stallionaires

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He got a five year plan!

Chance: NY's Mom is a Demon

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He Understands New York’s Mom

I Love New York Chance "Bleezies"

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The Dog will stay Drug Free

I Love New York Chance & Mom Argue

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Don’t NOBODY BLOW SMOKE IN HIS FACE!!!

I Love New York Tango Has a Strategy

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He ain’t scared of Tango’s ass!

I Love New York Mr. Boston Nose Picking

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He does not tolerate nastiness

Okay folks

Let me hear you for a change?

Who is gonna win?

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