Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Random Thoughts


I am so tired of hearing about Single Black Women, Dear American Media get over yourself and leave single women of all colors alone. Being single is not a curse and you're really you're causing more harm than help.

If you are a Black celebrity, politician,stripper, NOI Member  please remember you speak for you and NOT ME.  You do not have your finger on the black community, we are far to complicated for that. So if you've wrote a book, song, poe, tagged a bodega about what is wrong with Black people PLEASE MISS ME WITH THAT.  *I'm looking at you Steve Harvey and your pimp mustache*

Have you all seen that atrocious show "Basketball Wives"? Calling it a hot ghetto mess would be me being nice. It's should be called Basketball Bottom Bitches, cause that's what they are, the high maintanace woman in a long list of others.

I hate when people RT ignorant sh$t to get a reaction from their followers, you know it's ignorant stop spreading the disease. I've had to un-follow quite a few people for this mess.

My Nintendo Wii is going to be the death of me, and now that I'm connected to the internet LORD HELP ME!

CJ's party is planned, yep in April. I'm going the rich way this year and letting someone else do the work. Mama is TIRED.

I've started doing Calligraphy again and I think it might turn into more than just a hobby. I've been inspired.

I'm going to finally finish the following post: "Behold a Lady ~ What a true lady is" "No time for fake ones ` Friendship".. there are two more but let's just start there.

I need to get more consistent about when I do P90X,  I don't plan to have the body in 90 days but I don't want it to take 4 years either. LOL.

I hate when people on twitter get all worked up over something someone says and then starts talking about having opinions. THE F$%K we all have opinions that's why we're on Twitter, go sit down and shut up.

I had a "I'm older than you moment" which turned into a "Yes I'm older but also more cultured than you" moment. it was awesome.

I feel like a Blogger brunch is in order, unlimited mimosa and the likes. oh yeah and food.

My Social calendar for the next two months is looking CRAZY, between my friends and all the birthdays and CJ's birthday parties and events, I'm going to be one TIRED MOTHER (SHUT YOUR MOUTH).

WUUSSAAAHH! Much better!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Blogger Etiquette.....Fin

In the last few weeks The Jaded NYer, Smarty of Smarty's World and I have given you the tools you can use to be a better blogger. This Monday I bring to you the last installment of the series and it is a VERY important one...Don't tell other Bloggers how to blog.

To often we get caught up in our own opinions and before we know it we're "suggesting topics" for someones blog, telling people how to change their layouts, advertisements etc and that is a huge NO-NO.  My blog is personal and a reflection on who I am, so I kind of get on the defensive when people (not friends) send me notes, email on what they think needs to be different about my blog. If you have so many ideas about my blog, why not just start your own blog and let me be.

I once had a person email me to tell me he enjoyed my commentary on now President Obama and they wished I'd focus more on that and not the silly shows on VH1.... uhh word? When I responded I asked for his blog and low and behold he didn't have one. Sorry Chum, I write what I feel so if I have the an itch about these crazy VH1 shows I'm going to scratch it and post it for all to see. You don't want to read about Ray J there are plenty of other blogs to read.Now don't get it me wrong if you enjoy reading my posts and want to hear more, say that and I'll take it into consideration (might even shout you out) but don't NEVER EVER EVER EVER tell me what content should be over here. We'll unless you want to be the subject of the next post.

 If you've missed the last two installments of "Bloggers Etiquette"click below:
Know when to say when ~ Smarty's World
Why you frontin' like you know 'Em? ~ The Jaded NYer








Thursday, April 22, 2010

To all the boys I've loved before......

No this is not a post about CJ and The Mr., you can read about them here: My life as a Mom this post is about the men of the blogsphere. The men that challenge me (sometimes to the point of wanting to strangle them), force me to rethink how I'm handling issues with the Mr.but most importantly they make me laugh. Go check out their blogs and leave them a little L-O-V-E in the comment section.

This was one of the first men that I connected with in the virtual world. He's a real jokester and a kind heart. He's not blogging like he use to but hell, Life happens. Go spread love to my man 12kyle at the 12th planet:  Off the Dome.

Crecks, He's hella funny and a great father. Even had me all teary eyed after one of his father/son stories. And whooo hoo that voice,will make you want to leave your man haha. Show him some love over at Brother's Blog

InkoNegro Smart,funny and the cutest baby boy, what more can you ask for? I admit I don't get to read his blog all the time but its always worth it when I do. InkoNegro2.0

Need the hottest T-shirts on the street, want to jam to some killer 90's music? Look no further than the Kwamster. He's an Apple junkie, a Brooklynite and a great blogger. Show him some love. Kwamster's Rant

Sent here to just annoy me on twitter, make me like him on BBM and even agree with some of his blog post, I give you none other than And1Grad. My Radio Ladies just skip over his ART club, I do. He's a boob man, what can you do!

Jose Jose Jose Jose! He's a math teacher and has great ideas on how to make our children better. FUNNY AS HELL, and not afraid to drink and sing headbanger songs and eat peanuts at a bar with the Jaded Nyer and I.  Read his writings here: It's not about a Salary, it's all about reality- The Jose Vilson

 Last but never least,, Big Tyrone from the BX. Another great dad and husband Tyrone is the man. We collaborated on the Patois to English post, and he was the genius behind me doing this insane P90X (hooked me up!).He does serious post but my favorites are about his little girl.  Visit him over at "Excuse me while I ramble"

So there you go!The men that make the blog world go round. Go and Enjoy!









Monday, April 19, 2010

I got no time for fake ones!

So we're almost at the end of our Etiquette lessons, it's been fun but even the best things must come to an end. Go on over to The Jaded Nyer's spot, put your coat in the cubby, and take a seat in the sharing circle (ok all this pre-school hunting has gone to my brain) while she schools you on Fakin' the Funk! We don't tolerate it and you shouldn't perpetrate it. 

Also don't forget to tune into Monday Musings, If I can keep my eyes open I will be there too. Now GET on I said:

Faking the Front, WACKNESS

Thursday, April 15, 2010

When Rosetta Stone fails you..........

Picture it: You're driving, radio up high when your favorite Dancehall song comes on, you want to sing along but can't. You listen closely but still can't figure out the words, What's one to do? 

TyroneM and I have the cure for your Reggae/Dancehall blues.Once a week I will post a video along with the lyrics to the song, and Tyrone will translate from Patois to English. You'll be the coolest kid on the block by the time we're done. Now let's get down to business. The first song was requested by Reina Song, she loves Buju Banton's Champion but anything past the chorus is lost on her. So Reina here you go:

"Champion" Buju Banton


Me wanna walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
Tell me where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in
Me have a thing that you are waiting
Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
A where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in

Buju B would be more than glad to take your hand
And lead you to the promise land in my 20 ft. bed
All you got to do is be true, so let's correspond
Satisfy your emotions
Hot off a the press, instantly she was
She no hold on tough and she no got dangerous
Skin smooth and precious like she never get a cut
Pant front expanding and I've got to pull up
Gal me haffi get to, it's a must

Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
Tell me where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Girl let me in

Me have a thing
Plenty men a call, you're no look fi theim way
You look good, and haffi get against what the gals say
Put on you clothes, it's like a display
Men stare and swear both night and day
Could you be my honey, and a woman they lay
With a gorgeous smile on her face and say
She wants a man to do the work not one fi play
A marathon man, she says she want one fi stay

A Buju walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
Tell me where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in
Me have a thing that you are waiting
Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
A where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in

I sing, woman I want to settle down really start a plan
To how you look I've come to one conclusion
You're supposed to know the works fuel the action
Music a playing, your waist responding
Non stop ticking just like a time bomb
A you every man want slam

Buju Banton walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
Tell me where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in
Me have a thing that you are waiting
Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
A where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in

Buju B would be more than glad to take your hand
And lead you to the promise land in my 20 ft. bed
All you got to do is be true, so let's correspond
Satisfy your emotions
Hot off a the press, instantly she was
She no hold on tough and she no got dangerous
Skin smooth and precious like she never get a cut
Pant front expanding and I've got to pull up
Gal me haffi get to, it's a must

Buju wanna walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
Tell me where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in
Me have a thing that you are waiting
Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
A where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in

Plenty men a call, you're no look fi theim way
You look good, and haffi get against what the gals say
Put on you clothes, it's like a display
Men a stare and swear both night and day
Could you be my honey, and a woman they lay
With a gorgeous smile on her face and say
Want a man fi work not fi play
Want a marathon man who can stay

Me wanna walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
Tell me where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in

Me have a thing that you are waiting
Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
What a piece of body gal
A where you get it from
Knock 'pon your entrance
Ram pa pa pam pam
Gal let me in 

TyroneM's translation can be read here: "Walk Like a Champion, talk like a Champion"

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

My Joy

"See I know that a gift so great, Is only one God could create
And I'm reminded every time I see your face..." Lauryn Hill












*Got a little choked up watching CJ sleep*

Monday, April 12, 2010

The Final Kiss

The last few month, the ladies of the Social Media Mafia have given you the tools you need to be a successful Blogger but just like all things this too must come to an end. Today's Post over at Smarty's World is one the kick off to our farewell so go on over and learn a little.

We all need breaks, but when do you just do it! Let Smarty guide you on the path away from crazy town. ALL ABOARD. When to say when

And while we're plugging blogs, Join The Jaded NYer in her rather sane (she'll say differently) journey to perfection. The Jaded NYer speaks you listen

Think Lil DuVal is a douchebag, well here is one more reason to. Bangs and a Bun, the stage is yours: Rape: funny? I say No Sir!

She's a Model, she's a FA, she's extra smart and a member of this Mafia, please stand and give Reina Song a round of applause. *insert clapping here*  She's also serious, Domestic Violence is a serious crime, and we all know someone that has been affected by it. Read Reina's take on it. "Do you know Four Women? "

Last but not least, Follow me on my journey from Fabulous Corporate America working woman to Fabulous Corporate America working Mom. This site is still in the works, but go read about my life outside of the Randomness (well sort of): Wall Street Woman to Wall Street Mom


Next up: The Blogging Men we Love!




Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Open Letter.

Dear Josyln James,


I thought I addressed this mess of an affair you had with Tiger Woods a few post back, but clearly you missed it or you just enjoy being a hoe outta pocket. First you go hire a man eating attorney, then you release the nasty tweets Tiger sent you (I MEAN BLECHHH) and now you want to talk to his wife, to set things straight. What the f$%k do you think this is, an episode of General Hospital. You had the audacity to say you're available anytime she wants to talk.What in the hell do you think his wife is going to say, hey Hoe #12 how are you? No I don't think so,  and what would your side of the conversation sound  like "Oh I'm sorry I f#$ked your husband for three years and all I got was a subway sandwich" You're a real LAME.

I'm sure you've read all the blogs, TMZ write-ups, newspapers etc but no one is going to say it to you like this, You are a low class jumpoff.You let the sway of Tiger's dick and the size of his wallet push you into this fantasy world where you were his wife, WRONG. By your own admission you were literally riding him and got nothing in return, hell even the $2 crack whore in the Bronx knows to get something. Sure you can spin that "I loved him"shit but I don't believe you (you need more people). Love ain't got shit to do with what's going on, you're trying to get paid but sadly nothing will be enough because you want him and he's basically turned his back on you.

If I were Tiger's wife and I read that 1) you wanted to speak with me and in the same article talk about having sex with him 10days after our child was born,the only speaking you'd be doing is to the barrel of my Glock 9mm. You're the kind of woman that only the Shaharazad would work on and if you keep at it, I might contact Elin (Mrs. Woods to you skankadank) and let her know I'm going to get at you.

In short you need to play your position and right now that's jilted porno actress and side hoe. Now Be Gone.

Best regards,

The F$%K it List
























Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Read it, Digest it and pay it forward.

I have been slacking on my posting on this site, but that's going to change today. Starting with my SMM responsibilities. I'm not in the mood to fight about it, so just get yourself over to The Jaded NYer's site and get your read on, digest this message and move along.

Today's post: This Ain't a Dating Site
God knows there are a lot of dating sites, so get thee to them and stay up off the blogs. Got it? GOOD.

Ever wonder what happen to the Cosby show kids? How did Bud end up doing in the world? Well go sit on Smarty's couch and find out: Cosby show kids, Where they at?

Now for me, I haven't been slacking off on blogging so I can tweet, and other such nonsense. I've been slacking because I'm dirt dog tired. Between work, then getting home to work with CJ on learning to write his letters, and numbers I'm just too tired to type. I have a notebook full of post, I just need to transfer them to paper. Sad right? Well I'm not Superwoman and so I'm not going to feel guilty. I remember when I would post daily even if it was just some stupid video clip that tickled me, "DAMN SHIT DONE CHANGED".

Oh Well, I'll try to be back tomorrow. I have a lot to say about Erykah Badu's situation, Tiger Wood hoes still getting out a pocket and a few other things.  In the meantime go the ladies of the Social Media Mafia up and leave them a comment.....why? Because I told you so.