What's Zee Watching These Days???...

Hello everybody. I'm back on the scene to write another blog entry. I meant to write it last night, but the procrastinator in me wouldn't let me. Well as the self-appointed Queen of Television Watching (QOTW), I came across a couple of interesting shows recently. You know, not too many shows really interest me. Prime-time tv on the big three networks is so one-sided, predictable, and overwhelmingly corny. I don't see how people stomach that crap. So that's why I venture out into the world of cable channels most of the time.

I watch all kinds of shows that other folks don't watch. While everybody else is watching Survivor, the Amazing Race, American Idol, Gre.y's Anatomy, or Despe.rate Housewives, I'm watching the knock off trash like American Princess (WE Channel), Flava of Love (Vh1), Charm School (VH1), and Rock of Love (Dang. That was painful) in an attempt to find some value in them. In a well balanced diet, we have to add a little bit of trash. I'm not proud of it, but it's like the buying the Nation.al Inquirer. You don't actually buy it. You just get into the longest line at the grocery store and read it there. When the cashier finishes ringing up you stuff, you put the magazine back on the rack. Why? Because you can't let family and friends come to your place and see magazines with alien faces and sightings on it. Shux, then you'd end up on the next installment of the show "Intervention" on TLC. For shame!!!...

The healthy part of my television consumption involves watching a lot of CNN, the History Channel, CourtTv, TLC, etc. I've watched shows about how bridges are built, how the ice highway is built and maintained for a few months out of the year to transport big rigs in the middle of winter to the diamond mines, how your seafood is caught off the coast of the Atlantic in dangerous weather, etc. Who else watches this stuff but me? But anywhoo. Aside from the craziness that the land of tv provides, I've found a couple of interesting shows. One is about Salt N Pepa. The other is about Irv Gotti.

Salt N Pepa

Will They Or Won't They Get Back Together???...

Sometimes do you ever wonder what happened to a singer or a group or a trio in this case? Within watching a few seconds of watching this video, you'll know the answer about Salt N Pepa. SideNote: What happened to Spinderella? I guess friends just move into different directions and just grow apart. In the minds or fantasies of fans, we always want to believe that the members of a group are going to stay together forever even after they stop performing. So it was a little strange for me to find out that Salt and Pepa aren't close anymore. I should know better as I think about how my friends and I have grown apart.

While watching the video, I felt like I understood where Salt was coming from. There comes a time and a day when your day in the sun is over. I'm a few years younger than they are, but I'm coming into a phase of feeling very maternalistic. The things that used to excite me don't anymore. I'm not saying that I can't go out and have fun anymore. It's just not my focus. I'd rather be raising a family. That's just me. But on the flip side, there is good ole Pepa with her wild self. *lol* She reminds me of some of my friends who refuse to let any grass grow up under their feet. They're onto the next party and keep something going. I love them. We just can't hang out together anymore, because they are too wild. Faded beauty looks so bad trying to fit into tube tops and mini skirts with all that meat hanging out. Turn and look away. They just look strange out here trying to compete with those young girls (Beyonce, Rihanna, etc.) *lol* Forty aint the new 20. I'm not 40 yet, but I can tell you the mid to late 30's aint even the new 20. We just got to learn to embrace the age we really are. That's what's beautiful. Fortunately, Salt N Pepa still look good. One way or the other, the Salt N Pepa show scheduled to air in October on VH1 looks like a reality show worth watching.

Irv Gotti: What's New With Him???...

Earlier today I had the video posted on this entry. But after watching it a few times, I think I'll just provide the link. Here it is ==> Irv's Reality Show. I really don't care for Irv's spicy language. He's a real character and a real piece of work, if you know what I mean. A while ago, he appeared on Wend.y Williams' show to badmouth Ashanti for not being a ride or die chick for him. Say what? He's the one who got questioned about money laundering and was nabbed with having the drugs Ecstasy and Viagra in his possession. *blank stare* Side Question: Are folks so broken down in their freakin 30's that they can't rise to the occasion anymore and need Viagra? **Continued Blank Stare** Then he sat back and let Wendy and her crew clown Ashanti's weight. Umm. Has Irv ever been skinny or at least at a normal weight? *lol* I'm not a big Ashanti fan at all, but it seems like Irv is intentionally taking jabs at her knowing that she can't leave him because he has her locked down under some water tight contracts. He just better watch out about creating a hostile work environment full of sexual harassment, which could open him up to being sued by her. Plus, there is a certain low lifeness about folks who talk about their sex lives to the public. He's going around implying that he and Shani did "it." Whatever. Irv needs to grow up and move on since she has with Nelly. *shrug*

I guess one would wonder why I would even consider watching Irv's show. Well, I'm curious, which is the foundation of most reality shows. I'm still in my adventure to find worth in shows and to see deeper meanings in people. Irv's wife and family are going to be on the show. From what I've seen so far, I feel sorry for his wife, because he appears to disrespect his wife very publicly. For goodness sake, she is the mother of his children. He's made it known that ride or die loyalty is important to him, but has no problem letting other folks down. There is no way that he would accept the same kind of trash he deals out to others. I really don't know what to make of his show, but honestly I'll be watching for the sake of curiousity. I want to see the good in everybody. So, I'm hoping to see the good side of Irv. We shall see.

The Jena 6: The Struggle Isn't Over...

I Support The Jena 6!!!...

The countdown is over and the day has come to support the Jena 6 in an effort to pursue equal justice under the law. This news story, which has been largely ignored by the mainstream media, involves the case of six African American teenagers. They had been charged with attempted murder for a school yard fight precipitated by a situation where black students were prevented from sitting under a tree, which had been designated as a whites-only area by white students. Black students protested. And there afterwards, three nooses appeared on the tree.

While most mainstream media stories mainly focus on the fight, other details were left out on purpose. Yes, a fight occurred, but the alleged victim of the fight went to the hospital, was released the same day, and attended a school- sponsored function later that day. So we ask the question, how is that attempted murder? Well, that's why the protesters from near and far are traveling to Jena, Louisiana to stage a peaceful protest. To follow the progression of the march and other related activities, please see the following information: ==> The Jena 6

They Are So Full Of Crap...

Don't fall for the ole okey doke. First the media was providing non-stop coverage about Michael Vick. Now they've got their targets focused on O.J. Simpson, whom we (brothers and sisters) could care less about, and his little tinkets, memorabilia or whatever. Who cares? O.J. is just loving that "they" are showing him attention again and that "they've" got their hands on him, because he can't get enough of "them". Let the Tropi.cana girls spring him out of jail.

But notice how much media attention is given to the Jena 6 and to the West Virginia woman, who was abused by six folks. You'll have to dig really hard to find this news, because they are working overtime at sweeping these stories under the rug.

I Live For the Weekend...

Earth, Wind & Fire - Boogie Wonderland
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What do you do when you don't have time to write a good old fashioned and homemade blog entry? Show a video. So, excuse me as I put on my sparkly silver boots to cut the rug with The Elements: Earth, Wind, and Fire. Have a great weekend!!!...

Remembering September 11, 2001

A Day Of Reflection...

All That Freaking Hype...That's What's Up...

I know it's been a while since I've blog. And I apologize for that. Hey CreoleInDC. I had been feeling plain exhausted from work. I'd come home and almost fall asleep on my keyboard. But I'm back. I'll start by providing a short update about the good old job. I've been keeping a low profile as I continue to make career plans. I'm sort of concerned about making any rash decisions in this uncertain economy. I may devote a post about that some time this week.

However, most notably at my job there is a scam artist in the wings. My co-worker who sits in the cubicle next to mine is pulling all kinds of disappearing acts everyday. And apparently, he must not be putting in leave requests for his absences, because the bosses have begun to walk down our aisle, which they rarely used to do. One even asked me if I knew where he was. And of course, I said that I didn't know, because I just don't want to be involved in someone else's mess. I only have time to focus on my career. Babysitting someone who is 15 to 20 years my senior is not on my radar. But I do get tired of him trying to talk to me when he does come in. I bet he's trying to get me and the other co-workers to vouch for him showing up. I'm not going to allow him to pull me down with him. He's tried to talk smack about the management behind their backs, but he does a huge job of kissing up in their presence. I have my differences with the management too. I just try to be a little more discreet about it. His situation is about to pop off real soon as the supervisors continue to provide more surveillance around his cube. I just want to steer clear of that train wreck.

All Aboard...



Speaking of train wrecks, wasn't that some mess with the MTV Awards? It just plained sucked this year. They know how to hype up a show only not to deliver again. I grew up with MTV. I remember when they first went on the air with Martha Quinn as one of the first VJs. I think I was a pre-teen. They came this far to mess up. *sigh* Let's just go ahead and launch into a good old fashioned assessment.

So much for comebacks. What about go aways? If anyone cared about Britney Spears, they would not have let her take the stage in her mental and physical condition. Where are her handlers? She appeared a bit out of shape in a bikini and knee high boots. She could barely lip sync the lyrics and appeared to wobble a bit as if she was about to fall over. Her dancers were practically holding her up as well as the overall performance. It was painful for everybody to watch. I think everyone collectively didn't even want to laugh, because her performance was that bad. Folks were holding their breath hoping that she could get through it. Everything that's played out in the tabloids appears to be true. I felt bad for the girl enough not to post of a picture of her performance. And fellow recording artists even seemed to try to hold back their whispers and shock of what Britney has become...Washed up at 25. At this point, Britney's label needs to delay all of her projects until she can get it together. One more thing, the CBS news this morning tried to tell folks to give Britney a break (on her performance get up) because she had two kids, but umm, why not give us a break and cover up a bit more? That alone could have made the performance a little better.

Let's Dance, Let's Shout, Shake Your Body Down To The Ground...



Aside from Britney, most of the other performances weren't that good either. There was a whole lot of lip synching going on. Shux, I could have gone out there and put on a sparkly gown to mouth out some trashy lyrics. But anyhoo, MTV had this new set up of having artists to perform at different suites at the Palms Casino in Las Vegas. Things possibly could have worked if they had let us see full performances. It looked more like Dick Clark's New Year's party. But I'll say Chris Brown provided a more lively performance at the main stage while conjuring up Michael Jackson from 20 years ago. Wow. Great. Um, let's see. Usher and Justin Timberlake have channeled Michael. Now we have Chris. I'm holding out promise for him since he has a lot of potential and does possess dancing skills. But when will artists become original? Remix that.

Who Won??? And Who Didn't???...



There was another bright spot during the show. That would be Rihanna. Her Umbrella video won two awards. She doesn't claim to be a vocal powerhouse or anything, but she presents herself well. I give her extra cool points for her efforts and professionalism. Jay-Z did a good job of packaging her. I just hope he is also helping her to develop her singing talent in terms of range and depth so that she can stick around. I can't really bring myself to buy her CD yet. That comment wasn't meant to be an insult. It's just that I don't buy many CDs anymore, and if I do, I have to make sure that I like more than one song. I still think Rihanna could be a star in the making. She also has potential and may be someone to watch...Kanye was his old self moaning and complaining about not winning a dog gone thing. You know it's hard to sympathize with him sometimes. I'm still chilly with him behind his Evil Kneievel inspired video depicting sistas as being jealous of his involvement with a blond. Umm. So what. But fair is fair, and I agree with him questioning MTV for letting Britney headline the awards.

Moving along. Justin Timberlake snagged a bunch of awards and I still can't get on board with him. I thought others were worthy of awards. But other than that, I don't have anything bad to say about him. He's no better and no worse than most of the artists out now. I just wonder whether he can produce hits of his own without folks like Timbaland. Oh yeah. Alicia Keys performed well again and didn't disappoint, which leads me to ask why she wasn't asked to open the awards. All I know is that MTV put on a lackluster show with their karaoke performers.

Well that's my star log report. I've got to get moving. Work calls. Have a great day... :-)

Blah, Blah, Blog...

Beyonce pour L'oréal paris
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There's Not A Problem That Bee Can't Fix, Watch Her Make That Money In The Mix...

I know that I promised to blog more often, but a sista is running late for work now and is out of blog ideas. So, let this commercial hold you over. Also, in the meantime, somebody from Beyonce's camp better call me and let me know some money making ideas. I guess I better come to terms with reality and get ready to pick cotton at my current plantation. *sigh*

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Update:

Nikki, you're right. I respect Bee's gigs, but she is overexposed. However, now she's talking about releasing another CD next summer. *sigh* It sure would be nice to see Bee get married to Jay and take some time off. Like a year or two. Shux, we're worn out from the overexposure.

Eddie Murphy's Ex-Factors...

Nothing Like A Woman Scorned!!!...*Ouch*

As adorable as little Angel Iris is, the controversy surrounding her isn't. In case you've been away from the tv and the computer for a while or snug as a bug under a rock, Melanie Brown also known as Scary Spice of the Spice Girls has been flooding the airwaves putting Eddie Murphy on blast for not embracing her and their daughter. Just last week, Melanie held a press conference with her lawyers to speak out about deadbeat dads andEddie Murphy. Melanie said that the pregnancy was planned, he tried to deny that he was the father, he hasn't paid child support, and he hasn't visited their baby, although his ex-wife Nicole Murphy has. I guess Melanie and Nicole decided to have a public lunch date after hearing that Eddie proposed to Tracey Edmonds, Babyface's ex-wife. Let's just say that Melanie and Nicole weren't too pleased to hear about the upcoming nuptials. There's nothing wrong with Melanie and Nicole meeting each other introducing the siblings, but give me a break. Couldn't they have met somewhere privately? These women are heated and meant to eat lunch all up in the window after notifying the media "beforehand" about their lunch publicity stunt date. Girl please. *lol*

Four Months of Bliss And Now Just This...

Let's do a rundown of the events. Around 2006 when Eddie was filming the Dreamgirls movie, he was going through a divorce with Nicole. A few months later, he began dating Melanie. They say their relationship lasted for about 4 months. I remember reading somewhere that Eddie hired a private investigator, who claimed that he saw her spending time with another man. And I also read somewhere that Melanie remembers having an argument with Eddie, but didn't know that was the end of their relationship. But I guess she found out once he cut off contact with her and began a relationship with Tracey Edmonds. A few months later, Melanie was sporting a baby bump. Melanie said that she was carrying Eddie's baby and was planning to spend the Christmas holidays with him. Eddie responded in a tv interview stating that we wouldn't know whose baby that was until a blood test was done. Note that he didn't deny being the father as widely and falsely stated in the news; however, he just said a blood test would be needed. The baby was born in April on Eddie's birthday. Side Note: Was this a coincidence or the result of being induced? A blood test was done and stated that Eddie is the father. Melanie is in the heat of a big media campaign, which includes an interview with Larry King tonight to talk about the whole situation involving Eddie. There you have it.

Baby Come Back To Me...

My take on the matter is that Melanie is still in love with Eddie and is having problems moving on. One minute she was the love of his life. She was his lady. It must have felt good to be on the arm of a rich and powerful man. The media was sneaking peeks of the two at the airport preparing to take vacations together. There was even talk of the two getting married. But I was half-believing that talk last year, because in the back of my mind I was thinking this was a rebound relationship coming on the heels of Eddie's divorce. It amazes me how two people can perceive the same situation so differently. Melanie Brown says that she and Eddie shared a deep and meaningful relationship, while Eddie Murphy says he and Melanie shared a brief relationship, which ended. For whatever reason, Eddie ended things and now Melanie feels abandoned. I guess we shouldn't be surprised to see Eddie doing commercials for Trojan.

I bet Melanie was thinking that after a blood test proved that Eddie was the father, he would come back to her and apologize for believing that she was possibly cheating on him. Melanie probably envisioned him ending his trysts with Tracey, and having a beautiful reunion with him so they could pick up where they left off. And the fantasy continues.

She'll Twist His Arm Until He Says Uncle...

At Melanie's age, over 30, she's old enough to know how relationships go. We're not spring chickens or school girls anymore unaware of love's pitfalls. Love's not fair. And playing around with players will sometimes get you burned. Before Eddie married Nicole, he got around with the wimmenz. So, I don't know how Melanie thought she and Eddie had plans in place for a wedding and a baby after only 4 months of dating. Shux, unless a man invites me to take a trip down the aisle to say I DO and put a ring on my finger, I don't assume a thing in the way of commitment. I'm just saying. And to a certain degree, I can't get with Melanie's pity party, since it takes two to tango. Miss Girl Power is going to have to learn that getting pregnant is not going to force a man into marriage. If I had a dollar for every time I heard about a scheme like this, I would have owned the Trump Hotel and Tower by now.

An older woman who has been there and done that should have pulled Melanie to the side to inform her that she can't force Eddie to do anything put pay child support. Eddie seems unmoved and unphased by Melanie's media blitz. I understand about Melanie wanting Eddie to take up his fatherhood duties. I just hope that she's not using the press conferences and visitation requests to get back with Eddie. Girl, he's gone. The horsey has torn out of the stall. I also really don't think it's a good idea for her to be giving the media so much access to their baby. It looked like the photographers were about to trip her while she was holding the baby as she left the restaurant after meeting Nicole. I wonder what Angel will think years from now after seeing several tv clips and magazine articles of her mother airing their family business in public. The child has a right to grow up out of the view of the limelight. Whatever the case, I just hope Melanie and Eddie can work things out in the best interest of their baby in private . But stay tuned for another episode of the Melanie and Eddie Soap Opera. Just grab your popcorn and a ring side seat.

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Update:

Melanie Brown canceled her Larry King Live appearance scheduled to air last night, because she said that she and the baby were sick. Also, I've seen a story claiming that she married her boyfriend, Stephen Belafonte, in June. He's not related to Harry Belafonte. Stephen changed his last name from Standsbury to Belafonte.

Kimora Lee Simmons Has A New Show..

This Will Feed Into My Already Huge Tv Obssession...

Love her or hate her. One way or another, I think this show is going to take off simply because folks want to know how rich folks live. I want to see that mansion. The Style Network has the first show posted on the web at the following link. Let me know what you think about it. ==> Kimora's New Gig

My Weekend: More TV and House Drama...

I Keep Getting Taken Away With The Tv Tide...

Good morning everyone. I hope everyone had a good weekend. I somewhat did. But for starters, let me say what happened leading up to it. I received somewhat of a promotion on Thursday. I'll explain that perhaps in another blog entry. But I will say that when you know you deserved something a long time ago, it takes a little bit away from the happiness factor. I'm still grateful and all. I just know that I had to pay a heavier price than the other folks at that joint.

Anywho. I've fallen into the pattern or trap rather of watching tv marathons for the last month or so. I'll just innocently turn to a channel and then boom get caught up in watching it for the next few hours. This stuff keeps me from getting my errands done. The only shows I really don't care to watch for even 10 seconds is that Chachi Scott Baio show and that Roc.k on Love show on VH.1. Who cares why Chachi isn't married now by 45? Duh? He isn't trying to get married. That's a wrap. And as for Roc.k of Love, if they are trying to recreate the Flav.or of Love, it's not happening. Just about anybody can get a reality show. I just want to know if we bloggers can get one and get P.A.I.D.!!! Do you hear me???... *lol*

But I did get taken away with the tide this past weekend watching about 3 hours of Crib.s on M.TV with Kimora Lee Simmons hosting. Side Note: Is Kimora and Russell really separated or divorced? I don't usually watch this show, but they were showing the top 20 homes. Aside from the showing off, it was interesting to see how the wildest people had the most refined homes decorated with cherubs, gold leaf patterns, and fine china. Maybe their wildness is just an act.

As for wildness, I'm tired of it. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you know about my venting entries concerning my job. I've been through it and have come to accept that I can't control what goes on my job to a certain extent. I can't control the kinds of assignments that are sent to me, a few of my co-workers' attitudes, or the due dates of projects when the assignment has been sitting on someone else's desk for weeks. Oh Zee, this is due tomorrow. They drop the hot potato off and run down the hall. I'm controlling freaking out about stuff and finish projects when I finish them.


It's Time To Bounce...



I Look Forward To It...

So, if I'm taking trash at work, you know that I'm not trying to take it at home. When I'm working so hard, I know that my home life better be pretty calm and relaxing. At least that's what I think it should be. Let's take last week. I had a moderate workweek. I live for Fridays to unwind. I left work a little early to get some maintenance done on my car. Afterwards, I picked up a few groceries, dinner, and proceeded home to relax. But I get home to a freaking ZOO, do you hear me? The neighbors, who happen to be the head of the condo association, above my condo had company visiting. And they were taking the place apart. And let's just say that my ceiling fans were bouncing around because of the impact. I let this go on for about 2 hours. I left the den and went into the bedroom to take a nap only to have someone running above me once again. So I calmly went upstairs to inform my neighbors that they were bit loud and to request them to bring it down a notch. Do you know that clown opened up the door and said, "We'll try" and shut the door in my face? I bet he was showing off for his company. As soon as I got down stairs, they were off to the races running again as if I had never said anything to them.

Mind you this is the first time I've gone upstairs to tell them to keep it down. Over the last 2 1/2 years I have endured them getting up to go to work at 3:40 a.m. breaking my rest, their constant stomping like a marching band, and dropping heavy stuff over my unit on a daily basis. Every night from around 10 pm or sometimes later, someone comes in and drops something to the floor, which is my ceiling, startling me when I'm sometimes asleep. Imagine that. I do remember asking the previous owner, a sister, of my place at the closing table were the people above me loud. And she said that she had to go up there a few times to tell them about their noise. Plus, later on I discovered on the net that the previous owner of my place only lived here a year. I did ask about this before the purchase, but she said that she wanted a single family home. Now, I'm realizing that meant that she was sick and tired of dealing with the upstairs neighbor's noise.

I go out of my way to make sure I'm not bothering anybody. I'm walking around with my iPod and the only noise I practically make is when I'm washing clothes. I guess the thing that got me steamed is that I'm paying my mortgage just like they are. They disrespect my home and think nothing of it. And then there was the time when my neighbor across from me pushed her old, leaking refrigerator beside my front door. She got peeved when the management company charged her $200 to remove that hag. *lol* What I think these two people have in common is hating that a colored gal lives among them. "Honey, call the cops. Kizzy just moved in!!!" They all sported those fake smiles when I moved in, but they showed their real colors through their actions. Whatever. That's a huge reason why I'm selling my place. The other reasons are that I need more space and that I want to be comfortable. I'm moving onto my brighter day.

There are more cool neighbors in the building who tell me everything. They don't happen to live above me. I'll miss them. But the other folks in the 2 units can kick rocks as far as I'm concerned. It amazes me how the more I try to avoid certain situations, that they confront me more often. My family and friends keep warning me that if I continue to take so much off of people that they themselves will come up here to whip me for not telling folks off. Wow. *lol*

Well, I better get ready for work. Take care and have a great day folks. :-)

I've Been Tagged...Thanks Tiki...

How Do I Get Caught Up In These Situations???...*LOL*

As a very responsible citizen of the blog world, I will comply and complete the following meme, because Harpo told me to. Okay here it goes. If I don't follow directions correctly, I will clean it up later. I'm running late for work.

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.

2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
HERE GO'S!


8 Thangs About Me:

1) I'm a very, ultra private person. That's why my blog isn't that good. How am I going to complete the 8 thangs about me? I just maintain a little spot over here so that I can enjoy everybody else's blogs. Yeah, I ain't fair. But keep your blogs coming.

2) I have reoccurring dreams that I remember after I wake up. I keep dreaming of my car being stolen and then sometimes being returned. And when I purchase a new car in real life, the dream always reflects the car I actually drive in real life. My dreams update. Then I have dreams about people (mostly men) I haven't seen or spoken to in years. Like 10 years. Why are they in my dreams? Is this good or bad? Oh well. Why can't I dream of winning the lottery?

3) I live an exciting life in my dreams.

4) I'm a tv addict. I watch all kinds of tv. Documentaries, music videos, reality shows, dramas, comedies, a lot of news shows, etc.

5) I come from a comical family. You should see us at family reunions. But we weren't laughing when the heaviest cousin broke the CEMENT patio bench. How does one break down cement? And who is going to pay for the damage? I ain't hosting no family reunions at my place. *shrug*

6) I wasn't born in the south, but I sometimes speak with a southern twang. I used to be ashamed of it, but now it doesn't bother me. This is who I am.

7) I am attracted to things that are not of my nature. I love photography and other artsy fartsy stuff. It's so different from me.

8) Here's the love of my life. His initials are T. S. and he's a momma's boy. *lol* ==> My baby and My baby again


THE FIRST EIGHT PEOPLE WHO READ THIS ENTRY ARE TAGGED!!!...Will 8 people read my blog?

The Cubicle Chronicles: Part 6

The Meeting Dilemma...

Hello everyone. It's been a while since I've blogged, because I've been bogged down with a lot of work for the last couple of weeks. I've been working through my lunches and bringing work home in the evenings. The others in the office have plans to work on the 4th of July, while I plan to stay at home and do a little. I never thought that I'd see the day when we Uncle Leroy workers would work on a holiday. It's not natural.

Let me give you a quick update on my last blog entry. That co-worker who had so much to say about single people also has a lot to say about married people. According to her, eveybody's marriages are dysfunctional and in shambles. Everybody is miserable. Blah, blah, blah. I'd walk away when she'd badtalk people, because I didn't want them to think that I condoned her one-upman speeches. She even went on to accuse another co-worker of sexually harassing her. Friends have told me that they were surprised that I was suprisingly calm when she read me "the single women are so pitiful speech." But you know you have to be that way with people who are not right mentally. So I let that friendship cool altogether and fall by the wayside.

Today, I'll use my blog to let off some steam. Yesterday, my bosses (the boss and the deputy) called me in to find out why I wasn't attending the meetings. Yeah. I've been absent. But I was at work alright. Let me explain. There are two types of workers. There are the meeting mavens and then there are the worker bees. Guess which category I fit in? Yeah. I'm a worker bee. I can't stand attending meaningless meetings that waste my time when I can be getting work done. Many times nothing gets accomplished in these meetings. Folks love to hear themselves talk. I can only work on but so many sudoku puzzles off to the side to keep from falling asleep. *sigh*

For the last month, I've been asked to develop decision papers regarding legal matters for senior management. I'm not a lawyer, but I'm suppposed to give my recommendations from a policy person's perspective. Assignments always scare me at first. I wonder whether I can handle it. Next, I deal with the fact that it needs to get done by the deadline. And then, I come to a point of almost enjoying working on it. It always happens in those steps. But in between all of this, what really works my nerves is when people keep bothering me when I'm trying to get my work done. Yeah, we're shortstaffed, but that's not my problem. I'm not the supervisor and I'm not the one who didn't plan for how the excess work would be handled. It's not that I don't care. It's just that I don't "get paid" to care.

So as I said, my supervisors really peeved me a bit by calling me in like I'm sitting over at my desk chilling. The meeting request seemed to suggest that I wasn't doing this, that, and the other. So in preparation for the meeting, I brought a stack of papers showing everying that I've completed in the last couple of weeks. When I went through the stack, all they could do was sit there and look silly. I covered all of my bases, and crossed every "t" and dotted every "i." I document everything. They really don't know me. But since they called me in, I decided to air my complaint of them in a "nice" way. I had to explain to these operations people that policy writing isn't a microwave type of process. It takes a lot of time. So I'd appreciate if they'd leave me alone so that I can complete the work. Then I reminded them that their boss (my boss' boss) gave me that assignment. I can't apply for enough jobs or go on enough interviews at this point. Micromanagement sucks.

Well, I've got to get ready for work. Everyone have a great day!!! :-)

So Why Aren't You Married???...

This Single Woman's Perspective...

Are you married? So, why aren't you married? Those sound like innocent enough questions, right? Well, it depends on who is asking the questions and why. The older a single, never married woman gets, she's constantly peppered with these questions. When friends and relatives reconnect, that's usually the first thing they ask. And when you say no, there's an uncomfortable pause before they try to recover from showing their disappointment. You can try to reassure them all you to that you're doing just fine by doing well at work, buying a new home, making a commitment to eating right and exercising, starting grad school, etc. But they're not too interested in that stuff at all, because in their world you have not achieved much until you become a wife and mother.

When my family and friends ask these questions, for the most part, I know that they have my best interest at heart. We've evolved enough to be able to discuss this subject without arguing anymore. Instead, we try to articulate what's actually on our minds minus the smart remarks. They tell me that they don't want me to grow old alone. They don't want me facing and having to fight the world alone. And they don't want me to miss out on the experience of becoming a mother. They've shared with me how happy their kids make them and that they want me to be happy in that same way. I can accept these statements as a form of constructive criticism and well-meaning advice.

Early on from about the time I was about 20, I was told by older female relatives that my friendships with my friends would change once one of us got married. The change didn't necesssarily have to be good or bad, but things would change. And true enough, it has happened. I just accept it as a part of life. After my friends got married, I pulled back a bit to let their new family structure flourish. I try to show respect to my friends' husbands and kids, since many times my friends are busy trying to fix dinner, help the kids do homework, put the baby to bed, and spend time with their husbands. I know that they have these new responsiblities. So I don't take it personally when they don't call or hangout as much. We're cool like that.

And no matter what's going on in my dating life, I always feel like I can cheer for my married friends. I enjoy hearing about their milestones, anniversaries, and relationship growth. However, I feel like their married status has no bearing on my single status so I never have to feel jealous of them. I love these folks. Our situations are separate and distinct. I believe that their husbands came along in their lives for a specific purpose. It's nothing more than us taking our own separate journeys. I respect the marriages of my friends and I respect the institution of marriage period.

It's harder to gauge the comments of other people when I don't know where they are coming from. I don't know their experiences, perspectives, and motives. So, if it's a stranger or a person I don't know too well, I have to let it slide to a certain degree. I've got to be fair enough to give them the benefit of doubt. We could just be misunderstanding each other. But things especially sting the most when its flying out of the mouth of someone I actually know or thought I knew. Sometimes you think you're close friends with someone until they show you their true selves.

I Thought We Knew Each Other Or At Least Cared...

A co-worker/friend caught me offguard once when she implied to me that she was better than I was and in a sense on a higher level and rank of womanhood, because she was married with children. In essence, she was trying to put me in my place. And of course following this enlightening statement, she followed up with how miserable and bitter we single women are. Hmm. I never told her that I couldn't find a man or that all men were dogs. I've never said anything like that. In her infinite wisdom, she deduced that something is inherently wrong with single women and that's why we are single. You know the line. She was saying that we are too rebellious, too independent, too bossy, not willing to cook, too talkative, not soft enough, too academically inclined, too career-driven, not willing to take a back seat, too aggressive, too assertive (not the same thing as aggressive), not willing to be submissive, overbearing, trying to emasculate the man, sexually loose, not giving into natural feminine tendencies, selfish, hateful, and all and all failures in life for not becoming wives and mothers. All of this is nothing more than horsecrap. And if we ever thought about having dating standards, compatibility criteria, and preferences, she would criticize this as if "some" men never rattled out a laundry list of their shallow requirements. You know like the ones where a guy (only some and surely not all) would declare that he would never date a black woman or a dark woman or a woman with kinky hair or a pleasantly plump woman, without giving any thought to any characteristics outside of her physical features.

Then she goes onto say why she has a man and why the rest of us don't. According to her, we are going against nature, wasting our reproductive organs, and living unfulfilled lives. Yeah, she said a mouthful. Where is the cliff so that we single women can jump off? Not! What the? I had to let her know it's a matter of choice. It's as simple as that. Many of us could get married, but have chosen not to for various reasons. I vowed to myself that I would never marry unless I really could commit to it. I'm no good at putting on fronts and facades. To me, taking marriage vows is a serious matter.

The pieces of the puzzle started to come together. In previous conversations, she would tell me how much her husband loved her. And not in a general way. She'd talk about their "intimate" moments and freely say maybe you'll have that in your life one day with a smug tone in her voice. She'd say something to the effect of, "While I sleep in the comfort of my husband, the rest of you will be lonely crying at night." Or she'd talk about the house they live in and the cars they drive and then say hopefully you'll be as "lucky" to get this type of life. If I wanted to be really petty, I could have said a host of nasty things about the way she got married or rather the way she forced him to marry her or how she tried to make out some kind of immaculate conception theory in her own case. But what's the use in stooping low to someone else's level? It's not worth it. I didn't bother fussing with her; our friendship has whittled down to much of nothing. Some folks won't change. I've learned more about marriage from my own family who've been married for 40 years +. So what advice could my so-called friend have to impart to me? You guessed it. Nothing. I just can't believe she came off on me like that. I'm not in competition with my friends. I just hope if I get married that I won't treat single folks the way I've been treated. For the most part, my married friends have treated my great. But still there are always the others.

This single woman's perspective is that people are individuals. All men don't act the same way. And all women don't either. I just don't see the point in a theory that claims single women are becoming bitter by pandemic proportions. Maybe other people think there is a surge in bitter women, because of the people they come into contact with or something. I don't hear the bitter talk as much. Maybe it's because my friends are married or actively dating. Furthermore, how could single women be so bitter if the birth rate among them isn't decreasing? In fact, the rate is increasing. Somebody is doing some loving somewhere whether it be physical, emotional or otherwise. Yeah, it's more complex than that.

I just think we should spend more time examining why an impasse exists between black men and black women rather than hiding behind labeling a whole, big, diverse group of black women as bitter. I've heard men speak of how they felt when their fathers walked out on their families and how they feel about struggling to understand what it is to be a man, father, and husband. I don't call those men bitter; I see them coping with the situation they were dealt in life. Providing dating tips to people who are dealing with some real issues amounts nothing more than putting a band-aid on a gaping wound. Can we get beyond the surface to find out what's really happening? If some women are saying there aren't any men, can we investigate where they are? For example, perhaps we can direct the sisters who say they like intellectual men to those guys who hang out at the book store, library, university, museums, etc. Sometimes, it amounts to going where they are. Can we at least investigate what the experiences have been for the women who say this? Have they been molested or abandoned very early on as kids by the men in their family? Or is it that they had expectations that differed from the men? Is it truth or not that a significant number of our men are in jail on real or falsely trumped up charges? In order to deal with the incarceration issue, what can we do as a community to keep our men from the clutches of criminal life? Are we providing them with enough access to academic resources, mentoring, and good old fashioned child rearing to help them to become successful adults, husbands, and fathers. Are we really helping girls and women to lift their self-esteem? See where I'm going with this? If not, what I'm trying to say is that the problems of black men and black women are interdepenent. When one or the other suffers, we all suffer.

Also, as women, why do we have to be so mean to each other? Is this supposed to be tough love? Is it love at all? I just can't understand why we can't have compassion for our fellow sisters, especially those who are dealing with really deep issues. Nevertheless, I want people to know there are happy single black women out here. When I wake up in the morning, I feel good knowing that I'm satisfied with the decisions I've made in my life. I'm not hurting anyone and I take pride in trying to live an uplifting life. I just know that God will send the right man in His given time. I just hope I'll be ready. If marriage doesn't happen for me, I will have to learn that everything is not meant to be. With that said, I am at peace with my current station in life.

It's okay if no one agrees with me.

Happy Friday...

It's just about time to kick back and relax. Have a safe and great weekend!!!...

Video: Kem - Find Your Way (Back in My Life)...

Bridezillas...

I Promise Not To Become A Bridezilla. I Do...
With Love, Zee

I spent another weekend parked on my couch watching tv marathons. I'm cool with knowing that I'm a homebody. After commuting to work all weeklong, I just want to stay at home and relax. I'll clean up a bit, wash some clothes, and get groceries, but afterwards it's on with the relaxing. VH1's Charm school's 4 or 5 consecutive showing of shows really doesn't constitute a full scale marathon. But the WE channel's Bridezillas showing of at least 12-16 hours does.

I didn't plan to watch Bridezillas. And I didn't watch it all day long. I did an off and on schedule. I just got drawn in to watching that drama. Some of it real. Some of it manufactured. But what I couldn't get over is how much everyday folks were paying out for weddings. Yeah, it's their business how much they spend. But why are everyday folks (working folks like myself who aren't millionaires) spending six figures or close to it for a one day celebration of a wedding? Most of these folks will end up spending the first 10 years of their marriage paying off these bills.

Aside from the money thrown away, I can't believe how some of these women were acting. The worst case was of Marsha and Archie. Marsha treated her fiance' like dirt. She was cursing at everyone. What was she not cursing about? Marsha was just plain nasty. And worst of all she brought Archie to tears when she threatened to cancel the wedding the night before. Yeah, she had homeboy loudly crying like a baby talking about, "She don't love me!!!!," in the car when she pulled her stunt. I just can't even believe that he married her after all of that. It would have been totally understandable if he had pulled her bluff and walked away when she canceled it. It would have at least taught her about respecting other people. When Archie's family and friends viewed this show on tv, I bet they were embarrassed and probably upset to find out how Marsha actually acted and the circus she put on at Archie's expense. I wonder if they are still married. If so, we know who is wearing the pants in that family.

It's been my experience that the biggest weddings bring on the biggest dramas. There is the drama with the bride vs. her bridesmaids. The bride picked a zillion bridesmaids and expected them with their different body shapes to all wear a same design of a dress, hairdo, and shoes. Well, when you've got someone 4'11" and someone 6 feet tall, it's not all going to look alike. But oh well. Then there are the requests for the wedding guests to leave their kids at home. I guess it never occurred to some brides that their guests are really going into their own pockets to pay for attending by paying travel related costs such as airfare, taxi rides, hotel rooms, food, clothes for the wedding, hairdos, shoes, the bride's and groom's wedding gift, etc. And now they have to find someone to take care of their kids for a weekend. Well, it ain't free. They have to pay for it. Brides need to also remember that older wedding guests are on fixed incomes and other younger guests are busy paying mortgages, daycare costs, car payments, and other bills. So just because the bride is willing to pay "x" amount of money for a wedding doesn't mean that the wedding guests are. I guess that's why it would be cheaper for some would-be wedding guests to decline the invitation and just send a gift. It would be way cheaper.

I don't know where the whole concept of "It's My Day...I'll Do What I Darn Well Feel Like It!!!" weddings came from. I've heard older folks say that they got married after church service on Sunday. She wore her best dress and he his best suit. And it was over. Now that's the basics. And then I've heard others say that they had a nice, small church wedding years ago. But now we're onto the "It's My Day Darn It!!!" weddings. I know that folks won't agree with me calling this kind of behavior selfish, but really, what's more important? A day celebration or the marriage itself? I'd rather focus on trying to figure out whether this man is the right one for me and whether I'm the right woman for him. Maybe I'm just a little bit more practical.

Make It Last Forever...



One of the most beautiful weddings I've ever attended happened about 12 years ago. My friend and her fiance' wanted to get married but had no immediate plans for a while, because they thought that they could not afford to get married. People could clearly see that they were a couple. They almost resembled a married one if you didn't know already. So their pastor approached them about getting married and having the people of the church to donate their services for food and decorations. All my friend had to do was purchase her own dress and wedding cake. So you know it was on and popping from there. I promised to attend.

My friends' wedding took place on a Friday evening at their church. It was her second and his first. Her mother was her maid of honor and his father was his best man. Although they wore nice clothes, there were no over the top outfits worn. The church members did a beautiful job of decorating the church. And the church was packed. She was an hour late. Folks like her who don't normally wear make-up and fancy hairstyles have a hard time on days like this. Later on she said that she had a time trying to style her own her hair, but my friend reassured her fiance that she was coming. Yeah, he called her to make sure he wasn't getting stood up. And eventually, she came. As they were saying their vows, I remembered how precious their wedding was. It wasn't financially extravagant. They weren't trying to impress folks. They weren't trying to pretend to be someone they weren't. They were making a commitment in front of family and friends. My friends are just as much married as the folks who paid out close to $100,000 for their weddings. I just hope that if I ever get married, that I'll just have a small yet beautiful one. We'll use our money to put towards a nice house. That's the way I want to say, "I Do."

A Holiday Weekend Spent Couch Side...

Why Can't Tv Be Original???...

I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday in which to honor the people serving in the military and those who lost their lives in battle. I won't get into the political issues related to the holiday, but as a person who has several family members who have served in the military, I will say that I support the troops. No comment on the war.

As for my weekend, I delighted myself in the art of "CouchPotatoIsm." I didn't quite park myself on the couch the whole time. I just thoroughly enjoyed just about any and every tv marathon on any channel. I don't know why folks stress themselves out over the holidays to travel to various places when they can stay at home and relax. One thing is for sure, the airlines and gas stations didn't get my money over the weekend, because I kept my shuttle (that's what I lovingly call my silver car) parked.

In between, watching the Run's House marathon (I love them), The Price Is Right (I Love Bob Barker), The Young and the Restless (Has Nick Actually Left The Show?), I came upon the Food Network. Bobby Flay was at it again with his competitive self. Remember him? He's the one who claimed to win the authentic Iron Chef show up against the Asian chefs who had been studying their culinary crafts for decades. So you know I ain't hardly believing he beat them. I think he cut a check to them, and they cut him the title. I come to believe that more and more when I see him on his little shows.

By the way, what ever happened to the original "Iron Chef Show?" After Bobby, the original show went by the wayside and was replaced with "Iron Chef America," which is a sad and pathetic version of the original. The old show had art. They'd take a live octopus and make it look like a beautiful dish by the end of the show. I wouldn't eat it, but the dish was looking quite pretty. Pretty counts. The new show also lacks class and style. Speaking of style, you can't tell me that Michael Jackson's hair and clothes stylists weren't taking notes from the Iron Chefs. The Iron Chefs can design for me anytime. *lol* I'm just saying.



We're Going To Need You To Sit Down For A Minute...

Bobby Flay, Bobby Flay, where should I start? Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to take his chef's title from him, because there probably is a market for his kind of food. But he isn't the "Iron Chef" of the world. And from time to time, I do enjoy watching some of his shows. What can I say? I just love watching the Food Network plain and simple. I find it along with the Home and Garden channel (HGTV) to be very comforting. But I had to sit up off of my comfy couch to say hold up and wait a minute to Bobby Flay initiating a challenge to a couple of Hot Dog Joint Experts in California and New York. One of the challengers was a hot dog joint in California called Pink's. They had been in operation since 1939. So once again, how in the world did Bobby think that he could make a better dog? Homeboy came out with a dog dressed with some avocado mixture.
*side eye glance*

What ever happened to originality? Why does his show come up with the most ridiculous ideas? Once, I believe he was trying to perfect the art of frying chicken. *another side eye glance* How is he going to come out on top against some old grandmas who have been frying yardbirds for 50 years? It ain't happening cap'n. If I see Bobby Flay and the Food Network come out with some more craziness, I'm going to have to cite them with a ticket and not watch them for a minute.

I'm running late for work. I've got to run. Have a great day!!!...

There She Goes Again....

Rosie's Can't Leave The View Fast Enough...

I'm not going to get into the political ramifications of the arguments behind what happened on The View yesteday. I will just tell you that the Bully Rosie O'Donnell and Elisabeth Hasselbeck got into a heated debate. I usually don't agree with Elisabeth's political views at all, but I don't agree with the way she was treated. Rosie needs to "learn" how to attack the issues and not the people. One day she'll come into contact with someone who is her verbal equal or superior and then she'll know what it's like to be bullied. *lol* Perhaps, she has. Donald Trump is still joking on her.

Over the course of this year, Rosie has "initiated" attacks on Kelly Ripa, Donald Trump, the Asian community, and now her co-host Elisabeth Hasselbeck. Rosie has done more damage to the show than Star Jones Reynolds ever did. But that goes to show that definitely what goes around comes around. TV execs and greasy Babs kicked Star out only to take on Rosie who shows no respect to anyone but herself. Who watches The View anymore anyway? I stopped watching it a few years ago. I only heard about this flap on the news. Stick a fork in The View. It's done!!!...

Update: Yesterday, ABC tv execs announced that Rosie asked to be let out of contract early, and the tv execs granted her request. A couple of entertainment news web sites unofficially reported that Rosie's assistant put mustaches on Elisabeth's pictures in the hall and that Rosie trashed her dressing room. ABC only confirmed that the mustaches were drawn. Is this junior high school all over again or what? Good riddance Rosie.

The Cubicle Chronicles: Part 5 - Why Me?

Office Drama: The Young And The Restless...

Howdy. More excuses. It's been a while since I posted something new. But since I can't really comfortably blog at work (they are watching our computer activities more closely) and since I'm time challenged in the morning to get to work, I don't blog as much. There's no excuse for me, but that's what I'm going with for now until I can craft a better lie. *hee hee* But anyways, this is what's up with me. In between work assignments and daily naps at work, I was dragged down at the bottom of the office whirlpool. I was minding my own business. And what was surprising is that I was one of the last ones to find out. Who knew? *Geesh*

Well Howdy...

See this is what had happened. I'm going to provide a little background information before I launch into the present situation. I don't know if anyone remembers in an old posting that an older co-worker had his eye on me some years ago. Again, I was one of the last to know. Well, I really didin't want to know if you know what I mean. It all started because I've got southern ways and a slightly southern twang of talking. And I'm proud of them. Where I'm from in North Carolina, we speak and wave and carry on. Just like that. We wave from porches and moving cars. It can get ridiculous. I don't do all that. But if you walk up on me, I'll smile and say, "Hi, how are doing today?" or something to that effect. I think there's nothing wrong with acknowledging someone's existence and saying something nice. It doesn't cost anything to be nice, right? Well, it shouldn't. I greet my co-workers the same way. And if they wish to carry on a longer conversation, many times I will oblige, although I really don't want to judging from some of their mental states at times. Too bad I didn't cut off my communications with the old dude.

It all started because of another co-worker came over to my cubicle to invite me and some other co-workers to a toy party. She went on to explain what "sensual products" would be sold there in great detail. That's when that old dude's antenna went up. Being the good worker that I am (*lol*), I didn't have much to say in the conversation. I just listened and declined the invitation politely, since I knew a couple of unconfirmed perverts who might be attending. No thanks. But from that point on, my old male co-worker started paying me way too much attention.

Why Me???...

I'm a free-willed person who doesn't like to be bothered. I'm not a hermit. I speak to people and have friends, but I can't stand for someone to try to control me or try to manipulate my movements to serve their special purposes. Let me explain. What I started to notice was that my co-worker was listening to my phone calls. How do I know? He told me so. His cubicle was beside mine. And as soon as I would hang up, he'd get up and start a conversation about my last phone call. Ain't that a blip? He was watching me from his boss' office during meetings and would tell me what he saw me doing then. Another male co-worker told me that every time he would visit me, that old Puerto Rican guy in the cubicle next to mine would be looking at me and the other co-worker. That was embarrassing, because other people started to notice. He'd peep over the 6 foot tall cubicle walls. He told me that he knew where I parked my car. Before, I bought my place, he wanted to know how much I paid in rent. He'd ask co-workers why I wasn't speaking to him. And he would try to figure out when I was leaving for the day so that he could join me. When he noticed that I was ignoring him, he'd come to my cubicle and demand that I see him by the end of the day. Nope, I didn't.

I really don't know how things escalated to this point, because we only used to talk about politics and socio-economic stuff. Doesn't it seem like the more you try to avoid someone or something, the more that person or the thing will seek you out? He tried to talk about more personal things, but I'd always steer the conversation away, because I'm a very private person and don't discuss my personal business in the office. Anyhoo, I finally got fed up with his stalker-like ways and asked my supervisor if I could move my cubicle away to a more quieter aisle so that I could concentrate better. From there, things seemed to have calmed down for a few years.

Slow Your Roll...

Well recently in the last month, a co-worker noticed that another co-worker had started rolling her eyes at me. I knew nothing of it, because I mind my own business and go about my own way totally oblivious to some things. The next time I walked down the hall, indeed, Miss Older Thing (50 something) was rolling her eyes at me. Usually eyerolling is done by the younger sistas. This woman isn't either. I guess she thought she'd gesture to me in a way "she thought" I would understand. Nope. But I was wondering why? Apparently, she started dating the old Don Juan (55-60 something year old) and either he told her something about me or someone in the office may have mentioned that he liked me (was obsessed sickly with me) a few years ago. Last week, after all her eye rolling and stomping by my cubicle, my devil's advocate appeared. Some convincing arguments were made. This is what it said:

Evil Zee: Hey you, Miss EyeRoller. Over here. Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Miss EyeRoller: Huh? Are you talking to me?
Evil Zee: What did I just say? Are you hard of hearing or just dumb?
Miss EyeRoller: **Rolling Eyes Three Times**
Evil Zee: Cow, roll your eyes all you want. Cuz, I can "snatch" your man away from you at any given time and throw him back to you when I'm finish. But there's only one problem. I DON"T WANT HIM AND NEVER DID. So please take your weak man and roll!!!...


Back Life, Back To Reality...

Well, it's a good thing that I actually don't think or speak that way. The sweet real me has chosen not to dignify this situation unless called upon to do so. If Miss Older Thing gets to be too much, I'll politely pull her to the side and tell her that she has nothing to worry about, because I'm not interested in her man. Therefore, their office romance can flourish. Ain't I so nice?


P.S. Princess Dominique: Why are you picking on my comeback news post? *lol* Those are the easiest to put together. You don't miss a thing. You caught onto my tricks. *lol* Princess, Luke and Monica I promise to do better. Girlscouts honor. *Trying to make the sign*

Another King Has Passed Away...

Yolanda Denise King

November 17, 1955 - May 15, 2007

Ms. Yolanda D. King, the eldest of the children born to the late Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Coretta Scott King, passed away at the age of 51 on Tuesday night. When I first heard about this news story early this morning on the radio, I wondered whether the stress of her mother's death got to be too much for her and took its toll on her health. Lady, rest in peace.

See This Is What Had Happened...

That's My Story And I'm Sticking To It...

I took a short break from blogging in April. I left comments on other folks' blogs. But I haven't posted anything new recently, however, I sure had enough material to work with. Guess who had a birthday? All kinds of crazy stuff was happening to me in the office. My name got sucked into a love triangle. I've got to tell you all about that. It wasn't good at all. *Balling Up Face* But anyhoo, I was thinking of giving my blog a much needed redesign in a few weeks. I just haven't decided what direction it will take. But Luke Cage and Princess, I promise to provide more regular postings. Really. *lol*