tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54906919078253588742012-02-16T20:49:46.793-05:00Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-1958771500899699082011-10-20T10:38:00.000-04:002011-10-20T10:38:39.897-04:00

My boss sent me an email last night about a horrible incident concerning the family of his son’s friend. He didn’t give me any details, but really wanted me to know that he’d be in late (if at all). Later, I noticed an email from one of the coaches for his son’s team. He said the incident was being ruled as a “murder suicide”.  He asked everyone to hug their kids extra tight, and talk to them

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I know I've been missing in action lately.  It's been a BUSY couple weeks...at work and at school. There were quite a few layoffs last week.  This is rare.  Normally there are layoffs at the end of the year or there is a hiring freeze.  I'm not sure if this means there wont be layoffs in the next few months or whether this is in addition to those layoffs.  I'm happy to still have a job, but it

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My sis is getting married today…………I think. I say I think…because they have been talking about going to the court house to make it official for a while now, but then they don’t do it. I’ve been calling him her hubby for years anyway though. Because in my eyes, after two kids and 23 years together…THEY’S MARRIED! After being in this office location for eight months, we are moving. Guess whose

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Our midyear reviews are due (we have to meet with our manager and acknowledge the conversation/written plan on an HR website at least three times a year). While my manager was on vacation, I went to the website. I didn’t make any revisions or updates to the original plan, but I commented something about being on track with plan and looking forward to more project related work since “I have a lot

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-35313625543207795182011-08-11T14:50:00.005-04:002011-08-11T14:56:26.380-04:00

One of my co-workers from Cali is visiting for the week.  As he was going to get coffee he asked if I wanted a cup.  I did, so I offered to walk down with him.  Then he said, "If I buy, then I get to pick the name that goes on the cup."  o_O    I didn't get the point of that.  So then he explained his arrangement with a co-worker in Cali.  He buys the co-worker coffee and he tells the barista

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What is it with the nipple slips lately? Last week Kelly Rowland and Nikki Minaj had nipple slips while performing and they didn't even notice. Are your nips that numb after surgery that you can't tell your tiddy is hanging out??? Nikki's looked more like a quick wardrobe malfunction, but Kelly looked like she pulled her top up and just let her boobs hang out while she performed. O_o Speaking

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Some days that's how I feel…like people think I'm running a bootleg bank with the means to make it rain on them whenever they're in need. I will admit, I'm not struggling or living paycheck to paycheck, but I am hardly ballin' out over here. I simply save and I limit what I spend my money on. I know people say "you can't take it with you" (when you die), but in this economy, I just think it's

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It is always interesting to me when people include links for you to donate money to their blog. What is so damn great about your friggin blog that readers should pay you, when you can read blogs, magazines and newspapers FOR FREE? Seriously, what am I missing here? Am I being cheap? Is donating money to free blogs what’s hot in the blog streets these days? Is it the new-new? I just don’t get it.

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I've been trying to write this post for a few days now, but it's so much history involved, that I just can't get it all together, so I'm just going to show you the transcript.  Yes there is a transcript, because two grown ass women had to take their beef to FB. Niecy: I was ganna put it on your wall but I’m not a trouble maker soo….. First Off... Never the type to start drama and go in but there

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I blogged about a similar situation in 2007 on the first blog divaliciousopinions...which is now taken over by some bootleg spammer.  I can still see my dashboard though, but boooooooo to the spammer!!  I thought of it because of today's altercation during the commute to work.  A very pregnant woman was standing up on the train.  She didn't ask anyone for their seat and no one volunteered it. 

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When I was 19 I had my first job. I had worked plenty since I was 14 years old, but this job had benefits and shit. You could not tell me NOTHING! Lol. Looking back being a bank teller was not all that at all, but at the time, I felt like I was making big money. Lol. Funny thing is…I almost didn’t get the job. While most of my friends went off to college after high school, I spent a year in

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-23407014299427003052011-07-07T16:24:00.001-04:002011-07-07T16:31:55.558-04:00

This morning I come in and notice that some one who is having a meeting in one of the conference rooms on this floor, has taken it upon himself to park at my friggin desk.  Not only is he on my phone, but he is on his laptop and sitting in my chair all cozy and shit. He has the nerve to give ME the eye when I drop my pocket book, ipod and brown paper bag of breakfast and coffee on my desk.  He

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-37333495319937259832011-06-30T10:13:00.002-04:002011-06-30T10:38:18.152-04:00

so there's this social networking site right.  and there's this woman on there (divorced w/young children - i think three kids), who frequently shared naked suggestive pics with various guys (side bar: unless you want your pictures all over the internet STOP sending those naked pics to your boo...or at least crop out your face and tatts.  wise up!).  most people talk joke and laugh about her. 

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I have worked in banking since I was a teenager in 1991. As a teller, I was a witness to several bank robbers.  I also saw two people fired/sent to branch security (you go downtown to meet with this big dude named Jerry, so he can interrogate you) about the significant amounts of money missing from their drawer.  My BFF Serena (we go back like recliners lol) is the only person I know, who stood

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I worked from home today (err...whenever I wrote this - yes...I'm cleaning out my draft folder! lol).  I really did work too...probably harder than I work when I'm in the office actually.  As I'm sitting at my laptop, there is a knock on the door.  My first instinct is to ignore it. Normally, if you don't call, you don't get buzzed in, but this person was already in the building and already at my

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-83294239993144653152011-06-22T00:32:00.004-04:002011-06-22T00:41:57.882-04:00

One minute I was watching TV and laughing at something on twitter and the next minute my peripheral vision saw a ball of grey/brown dash from the kitchen into the hallway. I screamed and may or may not have jumped on top of the couch. My action caused the mouse to squeak, run back into the kitchen and under the refrigerator. I almost wanted to cry...seriously #dontjudgeme.  I HATE THOSE FUTHER

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Well not really beef, but anyway...one of the homies had a status indicating her displeasure at seeing little girls with extensions.  Many of us (myself included) expressed just how much we hated it too.  I typed an entire paragraph about how back in the day Sundays in the Spring and the Summers were reserved for getting our hair braided on the stoop...and I have three sisters and two female

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-45848464295455236742011-06-20T09:48:00.001-04:002011-06-20T11:48:06.208-04:00

My phone rings…I see that it’s my sister Nique. Me: Hey Bighead! Her: Hey Biggerhead…guess who I just talked to? *she doesn’t wait for me to answer* Lisa! *girl we grew up with in Brooklyn* Me: Oh word…how is she? Her: She’s good. Their whole family left Brooklyn.  They live in Connecticut now. Me: Really…even Miss Mary? (Lisa’s grandmother…she was like the block’s boss lady.  I'm shocked

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-90788514227781502072011-06-17T11:24:00.000-04:002011-06-17T11:24:30.466-04:00

One of my fellow bloggers briefly mentioned being raped and molested in one of her blog posts.  Seeing/hearing of the pain people go through because of rape and molestation always jars me...as it should. Whenever I hear of molestation I am reminded of an old episode of Oprah about a family of women molested by their patriarch.  As a teen he molested his sisters.  As an adult he molested his

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-87353985934014949282011-06-14T23:40:00.001-04:002011-06-14T23:47:56.221-04:00

This is post two of the ten post challenge mentioned HERE As early as 11/12 years old, I told my mother I was going to move out as soon as I graduated from high school.  She used to laugh about it, so I don't think she ever really believed I'd do it.  In my neighborhood, you had generations of women (hardly ever any of the fathers) living together, so I really think she thought I'd finish high

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-40543530919247412732011-06-13T20:36:00.003-04:002011-06-14T19:52:09.781-04:00

I'm doing the 10 day challenge posted HERE.  This is day one of the challenge.  I think I was supposed to start backwards with 10 things, but eh...I didn't.  Also, instead of posting just one pic as the challenge states, I decided to post a bunch (they wont be up for long though), since I almost never post pictures.  Some of them are posted elsewhere (FB, Gchat avi, etc.), so a few of you have

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-48651034818847042532011-06-13T09:16:00.001-04:002011-06-13T11:32:08.690-04:00

I've seen this challenge making the blog/tumblr rounds and decided to participate.  Some people do it in ten days (aint no way I'm posting for ten days straight - not happening), but *I* plan to do it in ten posts...starting tomorrow. Here are the *rules*... Anybody else in?????

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I found these from an article on HuffingtonPost.com 1. When detectives entered the house of Ed Gein in November of 1957, they hoped to find evidence that would link him to the murder of a local hardware store clerk. Along with her body, they discovered a disturbing collection of human body parts, including a skull fashioned into a bowl, lamps and other pieces of furniture upholstered with human

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-89155552233228833212011-06-08T00:38:00.001-04:002011-06-08T00:43:12.658-04:00

Today was the first day of Jury Duty.  This is the most bootleg courthouse I have ever been to.  It just reminded me of a project building with metal detectors and security. I called the night before to make sure I needed to show up on Tuesday.  The recording indicated I should be in the juror room by 8:30am and also mentioned getting there much earlier because the elevators are really slow. 

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-16299045107228750482011-06-05T16:24:00.004-04:002011-06-05T17:26:51.416-04:00

This video and coordinating music are absolutely hilarious...and the MAIN reason why everyone should say no to even the IDEA of an office romance. *for some reason the video looks like a plain black screen (at first), but click it anyway to see the video*

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My homie Moe did a post on her May Finances.  She also included her goals for June.  In my comment to her, I mentioned possibly participating to keep track of my spending as well.  Immediately after commenting I decided to go through my online bank statement to see what I spent in May.  I'm just shaking my head as I type this.  I spent a RIDICULOUS amount of money on pure bull shit. I haven't

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Imagine working hard most of your life. It’s been a struggle, but you’ve managed. You wonder why your lazy cousins can’t get their act together to work hard like you. Then your Governor passes a law mandating drug tests for your cousins that abuse the system by using tax funded money to pay for drugs. This law forces the recipients to pay for their own drug tests even. You applaud the Gov. Your

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-55111019202618161622011-05-29T23:18:00.002-04:002011-05-29T23:19:09.772-04:00

GIRLS...but...I get such a kick out of watching this dude strut and dance to this song. LOL. I'm still on vacay, enjoying this hot ass VA sun!

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-40764359194801871212011-05-26T23:23:00.000-04:002011-05-26T23:23:54.671-04:00

Dark Girls: Preview from Bradinn French on Vimeo. I just saw the above clip for Dark Girls, a documentary (not sure when it’s coming out yet). It’s about the struggle dark-skinned Black women/girls face regarding their skin tone and also includes a little bit about natural hair. I can’t thoroughly explain to you how tired I am of hearing about these two topics. It is an endless debate. There is

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-77831178170337130612011-05-25T21:56:00.002-04:002011-05-25T21:59:21.899-04:00

I had the most ridiculous conversation with a new administrative assistant today.  I set up a meeting.  The conference room didn't have enough outlets for EVERYONE (approximately 15 people) to charge their laptops and all their cell phones.  My response to the attendees was basically, OH WELL...it is what it is. Be nice and share and leave me alone with that foolishness.  Everyone seemed to

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-75668717112447714902011-05-25T08:39:00.001-04:002011-05-25T08:40:26.847-04:00

Ladies, would you wear this???  It’s not a G string…but a C string.  Somehow that thing is supposed to comfortably fit as your underwear (cupping your nether regions), when you’re wearing an outfit that might otherwise show your panty line. I couldn’t see wearing it.  Going commando is so much easier.  Plus, what would you do with it every time you have to go to the bathroom??? Take it off and

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-85600017343624483862011-05-23T23:00:00.003-04:002011-06-03T08:55:10.686-04:00

One of the good things about Ancestry.com is the alerts you receive whenever someone saves records on your ancestors. You can contact them to see if they are a relative, or find out if they have additional information on the record they saved. This woman saved information about this person Joe Fountain. I hadn’t saved Joe to my family tree, but I had saved census information to a file, just

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I got an A- in the Spanish class and I am sitting here like…worrrrrd...really? I was expecting a C on the low end and a B on the high end, so I’m on cloud nine with the A-, but also feeling like I must be seeing things. The professor didn’t post the Final exam grades (why do professors do that??! slackers), but I knew I had done well and I did both extra credit projects (presentations completely

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-41498628531735446752011-05-19T20:49:00.000-04:002011-05-19T20:49:25.282-04:00

I had been hearing about this "challenge" all over twitter, though I think it started on Tumblr, so I decided to do a voice post for the blog.  I'm supposed to read the following questions/statements and provide whatever answer pops into my head based on whatever I call it or however I say it in my hood.  Got it?  Good...lets go! The questions... Your name and username & where you’re from. 

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Another cousin found me on Ancestry.com.  She's from my grandfather's side of the family.  Her great grandmother (Ethel) was my greatgrandparent's oldest child.  My mom says, as kids they used to call her Aunt Ampy instead of Aunt Ethel - both names suck in my opinion.  I asked her why "Ampy"...she doesn't know.  I will never understand how people come up with nicknames and NO ONE questions why

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-86567051039115431272011-05-12T13:44:00.000-04:002011-05-13T16:29:45.325-04:00

It’s rare that I find a new blog that has me reading each and every previous blog post. My homie Liv asked (on twitter) whether anyone else reads this blog written by an African prostitute. I don’t know if that piqued anyone else’s interest, but I was like O_O…send me the addy! Prostitutes maintain blogs now??? Who knew! I figured, I could read erotic, fabricated and somewhat humorous posts about

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I’m supposed to work on my 30 page paper about the Housing Crisis/Bust during my downtime at work, but I am just totally unmotivated. I don’t want to look at that damn paper today…at all. It’s due on Friday and I’m only about 60% done. I just sent a note asking for an extension. I can’t focus on it. If I totally have to have it in on Friday, then I’ll do it, but it sure as hell won’t be an “A”

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I stole that title from @detroit_o...but don't sue me for copyright infringement yo! So anyway, I'm not a happy camper this morning.  We recently moved to the world trade center area (at work).  II do not/did not want to work in the WTC area...ever...for obvious reasons.  Secondly there is NOTHING around here in the immediate vicinity.  With all the construction going on, just crossing the

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Yesterday, I talked to my great great grandma Sallie's niece.  This is Sallie's half-sister's child.  She's 74, living in Atlanta, and still sharp as ever . We had a great conversation about Sallie.  Her mother was Sallie's baby sister (same mother, different father) and since her mother had her at just FOURTEEN years old, she remembers a lot of the old family members.  I asked her if she'd ever

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-41659190513359142252011-04-22T12:13:00.000-04:002011-04-22T12:13:38.854-04:00

If you watch Love and Hip Hop, then you know Chrissy proposed to Jim Jones last week.  The show ended before he responded, but here's the link to Jim's bootleg response (for some reason I couldn't embed the video). http://www.vh1.com/video/play.jhtml?id=1662448 I would never propse to my boyfriend.  I just think there are some things a man has to do in his own time. If he isn't ready...I really

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-50616290819951490232011-04-21T10:51:00.000-04:002011-04-21T10:51:24.938-04:00

A couple of years ago, we had an incident at work with a new hire.  On their first day of work, this person sent an email to an entire distribution list asking how she would go about being added to an email distribution list.  This email went out to HUNDREDS of people...including senior senior managers.  Instead of responding directly to the person, people responded to ALL.  Some people were

Jazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490691907825358874.post-53663687930423979812011-04-12T22:08:00.006-04:002011-05-18T13:43:33.448-04:00

Found another relative on Ancestry.com.  YEAH BUOOOOY! *Flava Flave dance* In my last update I mentioned that Sallie (my great great grandmother) could have been adopted, but after reviewing some other information, I don't think that's true.  There is definitely something strange going on, but I'll get into that later.  So, her mom married this guy Charles in the early 1900's.  She had eight

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So a few weeks ago, I received a somewhat threatening letter from the state of New Jersey, Division of Taxation that started off like this: The Division has no record of a New Jersey State income tax return for you for tax year(s) 2007. However, we have recently obtained information from the IRS which indicates that you may be required to file a NJ income tax return for these year(s).I

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Yesterday #blacktwitter found out Mr. Cee (Hot 97 DJ and producer of Big's Ready to Die album), was arrested on Wednesday, while in the midst of getting fellatio from a transvestite...in his car...at 4:05PM. I mean really.  He wasn't even trying to wait until dark...he had to have it! Very Eddie Murphy & Ma$e ish. Last week Media.take.out revealed they have Usher and Tamika's sex tape...and

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It is an extremely slow day at work.  This would be a great day to stalk twitter, but...eh...I don't much feel like tweeting. Instead I've been catching up on blog reading.  This chick right here...LA...has kept me thoroughly entertained today since some of you can't be bothered with updating your blogs (now that I'm blogging again I can talk shit lol).  While sitting at my desk, I have cried,

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Thursday 13…Bloggers I miss reading! Some of them stopped blogging without even saying goodbye. Just rude! In no particular order…. 1. Rashan Jamal – yeah I see him on twitter and FB, but it’s not the same. He used to have the FUNNIEST office stories (funnier because we worked for the same company), stalker stories, and let’s not forget his Making the Blog series. Funny stuff. 2. Monie In

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Picture it...Waycross Georgia...circa 1933 - these are my great grandparents on my mother's father's side (last week I posted a pic from her mother's side).  The little boy in this picture...is her father...my grandfather.

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I used to like the Spanish language. I have taken Spanish classes all through Junior High School and for three years in High School. I also took it for a year in College too. Well…when I returned to school to FINALLY take the two classes I needed to graduate, I learned the requirements had changed. Surprise!    Now I need another more advanced Spanish class. I’m currently taking the class and I

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"So Chris Brown is going to pison for breaking a window at ABC, but not for hurting Rihanna?" o_O Later there was a note from management indicating someone broke into her account...mmmm hhhmmm. I'm sure she said what was on a lot of minds, but still... PS:  Somehow I can post from work again *HAPPY DANCE*.  If this was a test...I'm sure I failed it.

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This is a picture of my great great grandmother - I think this was taken in the late 70's.  She was born in 1893.  I met her once as a child, when I visited my grandmother in Florida.  I was five or six and don't remember much.  I just remember she was already REALLY old, and even though she was really pretty, her burned hands (which she always made sure to hide in pictures) and wild long hair

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That's how I feel...like I'm being punk'd.  First someone created a copy of my debit card to have a nice little vacation in Miami.  They bought gas multiple times, ate at McDonalds multiple times, had a great time in two different Apple stores, bought some stuff at an electronic's store, ate at a few fine dining restaurants...and all to the tune of about $2500.  Last week Monday, I went to buy

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I'm trying to stick to a once a week post, but when I saw this, I just I had to post again.  Ladies and Gents I bring to you a letter from Ricky Romance - thank me later!  Who the hell is that, you ask?  Well...wait...I had to think for a minute, because I'm not sure who he is either! LOL.  But I think this is RazB's brother.  Well who is the RazB dude, you ask?  Stop playing dumb.  You know

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Watching the crazies on Hoarder is one of my guilty pleasures.  Tonight I found myself watching Animal Hoarders.  Flossie (that's her real name! lol) had 35 dogs in her little trailer house.  They were crapping on her floors so bad (though she TRIED to keep it clean), that holes started popping up everywhere.  She could barely walk without her foot sinking through the floor...and yet she didn't

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I think it was Kyle who said, he doesn't make resolutions. He strives to be his best every day. I like that. If I wasn't a procrastinating procrastinator, I could be like that too, but daily bests don't work for me...small goals that lead up to big goals do. Last year, for the first time ever (in my adult years), I didn't make any resolutions. I thought about things I'd like to do, but I didn't

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I had a LONG talk with one of my BFFs over the weekend. She makes me so glad I don't have kids. Her teen is normally a good kid, but recently she did something that is WAY OUT OF LINE. First of all, she received a report card with Cs, Ds and one failing grade. Prior to that report card, she was an A or B student. Of course, the teen had excuses (lies). Mom and teen debate the reasons why she

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I went to the concert on Saturday…very cool and exhausting concert.  We got there at 1:30pm…it was still going strong at a quarter to midnight.  Sadly, we still left. Some highlights for me. Slick Rick – I’ve seen him in concert before.  I know his songs word for word and enjoy rapping with him!  Oddly enough though…he spent the majority of the time with one hand on the mic and one hand in his

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I've blogged via email, but this time I downloaded an app to blog directly from my new Droid. I'm testing it out right now. Its actually not bad. I haven't figured out how to edit font yet though. Not a whole lot going on that I'd like to blog about, so I might just start emptying out my draft folder. We'll see.Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.3.1

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This is a true story – as I remember it. I heard it a while back and I am still confused by a lot of the details. I’ve left out some of the raunchier details (or downplayed them) since it involves another blogger who is still around (though he’s on life support…and should definitely get back to it *side eye*!), aaaaaand because this isn’t really my story to tell, but you’ll get the gist of what

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A while back I had a blow up with my mother – minor to me…major to her.  She'd made at an off-handed comment about my cousins…her sister's children.  She flat out called ALL of them whores, "You know they're all whores right?"  She wasn't even trying to be mean…she was just being her usual – blunt and honest (in her opinion) and uncaring.  Without thinking much on it, I said, "Ma that's not true.

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Days like today, I wish I was still on wordpress, so I could password a post and write in depth about all the interesting emails I received over the past week. The first note was from my niece.  She wants to “borrow” $80.  I would GIVE her the money if she was in school and acting right, but since her 19 years young azz wants to be grown, drop out of school and move in with her boyfriend…she can

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It has not been a good morning.     I had the commute from hell.  No ac on the train and someone pulled the emergency break – bastids!  What should have been a 20 minute commute turned into twice as long.  By the end of the train ride, we were all hot and sweaty.  I looked like I was in a wet t-shirt contest.  My hair was even wet.  It took everything in me, not to go back home.     As I’m

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Who am I talking about??? Here are 13 clues... She was born in the Bronx, but most people don’t know that. She left in the early years. Moved down south for a bit, and then moved to the city she called home before making it big. She has admitted that her dream as a young adult was to be a stripper. (Highly laughable since she can’t dance to save her life!) Allegedly, Pepa beat her up over Treach

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*no words*Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

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I’m really starting to think my sister is losing her mind or on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I expect this from the two youngest sisters (the Psycho Scorpio and the Crazy lil Leo), but my bigheaded sis is usually the more rational and normal sister. This morning, she calls me at 6:40. I’m thinking something is wrong, but she sounds so pleasant when she says, “Hey Bighead” so I think maybe

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Just finished a four hour convo with my bestie.  I swear it felt like we were only on the phone for fifteen minutes though.  Time really does fly when you're having fun with the people you love. Just learned that one of the homies paid that alter ego photo dude FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS to take pictures of her. Ummmm...BAWLLIN!!!  I'm still shocked.  She's approaching a milestone birthday.  It was

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...twitter. It's so annoying when fellow tweeters complain about what masses watch and tweet about. Somewhere in the midst of say 20 or 30 tweets about the same topic, there is that one person who constantly preaches about how people should be watching something else.  I often wonder why don't THEY watch something else...meaning NOT their twitter screen. Last week the masses were watching

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“I personally guarantee that the Cleveland Cavaliers will win an NBA championship before the self-titled former ‘KING’ wins one…you can take that to the bank.  This shocking act of disloyalty from our home grown ‘CHOSEN ONE’ sends the exact opposite lesson of what we would want our children to learn”, Dan Gilbert – Cleveland Cavalier’s Owner He goes on to call ShaBrown “heartless”, “callous”, “

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I'm not sure what I did, but I messed something up. I'll fix it later. Updated 5:50pm: so i fixed the problem.  don't ask me what i did to fix the comment issue...i'm  not really sure. all i know is that the comment link wouldn't work...and now it does.  in the process...i lost ALL comments on ALL posts :( . see...screwups like this is why i left blogger the first time. there would be HELL to

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I just don’t believe in love at first sight. I think it takes a certain type of crazy to open your heart to someone at Hello.  I believe you can really connect with someone after one helluva conversation…but if you’re talking love and marriage right away, I just think you’re confused, easily manipulated, lying to yourself or prone to stalking – but maybe that’s just been my experience. I was

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Cheaters is my new guilty pleasure. Forward to about 4:00 if you're in a hurry. In the beginning the wife or girlfriend looks like such a sweet person...but when she runs up on him with the next chick at the bowling ally, she just turns straight gangsta! I was laughing so hard I almost choked and I don't blame dude for running at all!! lol

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Why I'm staying away from alcohol for a VERY LONG TIME!!! Friday night, I'm chillin.  I have a nice bottle of vino, some good cheese and snazzy crackers.  Straight chill mode.  Before I know it the bottle is empty.  I've done that before...don't judge me!  I'm buzzing and head to bed at about 1am.  The nightmare starts a couple hours later. It's about 3am, when I sightly wake up. I'm on my 

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…people with more than two pets are crazy…like certifiable.  Wait…before you tell me about your three dogs and 20 cats, let me let you in on a little known "fact".  Nearly ALL of the "special people" on those Hoarder shows are CRAZY about their pets.  They seem to love them MORE than their biological children – crazy!!! Maybe you're a somewhat sane, pet loving, non-hoarder, but it's coming…mmm

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It's hard for me to be around insecure people.  They might be an all around nice person, but they're always a little "off" to me.  I'm not talking about people who are self-conscious about their weight or their lack of money or lack of education or anything like that.  I'm talking about those people who are so unsure about everything that they always want your opinion and then you give it…and

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Someone made an interesting comment on Twitter last night.  She said something to the affect that sometimes, she just wants to talk to a friend and not be judged for what she reveals. I responded, "But real friends will tell you about yourself anyway" and someone else said something like, "but real friends know when to fall back and just listen."  We went back and forth a little bit and she

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So this is my third blog.  I'm hoping to post regularly and make this one my last.I took my mother out for Mother's day over the weekend.  This lady…wooooow. The things she says…the facial expressions that she makes…the hair do…HOT MESS!! Lol - We had fun though.How do couples sit right across from each other at a restaurant and not say one word to each other? Why even go out together if you

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