tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19143104295592318902024-03-05T02:29:49.041-06:00The Life Of A W0rd HustlerW0rds Recited Fr0m Her S0ul...She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-58460311055942042432010-04-26T20:51:00.002-05:002010-04-26T21:13:43.257-05:00My New Favorite Duo: Tyga & Chris Breezy<div align="center">I know everybody remembers these two dudes. They had us jumping around like some fools for a little bit. Kriss Kross<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kriss%20kross" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Kriss Kross Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i907.photobucket.com/albums/ac274/MikiMoore/kris-kross-1.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">Looks like our modern day Kriss Kross is now...<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tyga" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="tyga Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo25/scpink13/tyga2-1.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">&</p><p align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chris%20brown" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Chris Brown iPhone iPod Wallpaper Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad22/ckgraphics5/szdveaw.png" width="295" height="459" /></a></p><p align="center">Yeah, thats right. Tyga & Breezy producing some hot duos in my opinion. I'm feeling their sound and style together. I'm just waiting for their mixtape. It will be nothing less than FIRE. Breezy is ALL GROWN UP after whooping Rihanna's ass! If all it took was for him to slap a bitch to get to this level...I AIN'T MAD! </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">My New Summer Pick:</p><p align="center">Tyga & Breezy - G Shit</p><center><object width="448" height="374"><param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhCJPuc68b51752Ovj"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhCJPuc68b51752Ovj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed></object><br /></center><center></center><center>Tyga & Breezy - Holla At Me</center><center></center><center></center><br /><br /><center><object width="448" height="374"><param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhoJm9ecuXjsGfQM8o"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhoJm9ecuXjsGfQM8o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed></object></center><center> </center><center>Right now nobody has a roster as tight as Young Money. They might as well go ahead and place Breezy on it too! </center>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-3419076530227485942010-02-04T12:10:00.010-06:002010-02-04T22:50:43.852-06:00T. Nookie's Disc Changer - New Music<div align="center">Sade (Soldier of Love)<br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434453959025859698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYj85IVUtzoPoaOnEYUUY86Dd5g9wRz8BQxf-nTBRBIpBYh9qfx-Wox3GYhpViOvC8YgXwsABy6y9D0UBiY94D5_98VI-VrpE8vMzKV22skKjEJRGDUnT0NYZQFt-7inS0EewLOACvu9M/s400/4142475359_8e763c8632_o.jpg" /><br /><br><br /><center><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IR5_rTCi-Bo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IR5_rTCi-Bo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><div align="center">OMG! She's back! My daddy's crush! Hell, and now my crush! Ms. Smooth Operator herself; Sade! She still looks stunning, and she sounds GREAT!! That new joking Soldier of Love caught the ears of baby and I as we were chilling one day grooving to some tunes. We were sunken in. Listening to her new CD; I'm still in love with her, and I'm not disappointed at all with her comeback. </div><br /><br><br /><div align="center">Corinne Bailey Rae (The Sea)<br /><br><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434454926988613506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFw7Xn35x3XEf3AHQsvc_4Bc4T44zPR7m37m3MJ1tRrk_MdTKgEiBVNqhc5ZUQ8p5o_jqxwu5BpZPzC5_poLzZdGe_KjWJP36vJOpuDzUPximHC-gC8DEpG6mE1Jw3a3mfG6XNZa61iu8/s400/corinne.bmp" /><br /><br><br /><center><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoNli84m1mQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoNli84m1mQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><center>I was wondering when my girl was going to drop another CD for us. I know she's been going through a lot of personal things, every since her husband committed suicide a couple years ago. I know that had to be hard for her. But she's back! Worth the wait, no doubt! </center><br /><br><br /><center>Bow Wow (The Greenlight 2 Mixtape)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434457288852775170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwC9IOBvEMZ9MZ7sq4StFm3aXbI7MdrC6QyTpKVYsVKxBZKLxsW1tcZh9ndtPIJObI6BZvGzXqeGoSuGNq-s5VhXw9hawA4zhVyXQMzjUkiMhB3b_9vCHGFiKyfUedZwDMzdtR2i6b8o/s400/greenlight.bmp" /></center><br /><br><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(couldn't find 2nd album cover)</span><br /></p><br /><center><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oUQvExjj2hQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oUQvExjj2hQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center">Hey, I'm a Bow Wow fan, and I ain't afraid to admit it. I follow him on Twitter and everything, with his young ass. Still super arrogant, cocky and egotistical; but hey I don’t have to deal with it, loll. I love the mixtape. I jam it constantly. He gives himself a little too much credit, but if he's not feeling himself; who will?! Anyway, good job Bow. The mixtape is hot! Dude got like a million downloads in less than 24 hours. Those little teeny boppers still love his ittby bitty self. That includes my old tail.<br /><br><br />Omarion (Ollusion)<br /><br><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434458912273185426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJnHYlVHYW0IiMqW3g3pO4_oZ8OuYMuOwBLfdwF-lhgy21_Bg2asorMirqPiLHl4H1meCCw7B_0BgTJeDXUmlklq8fc15cDMVeKm0G9f2Uf1pihjww0oj3mwtEbxPhHE8eN8Tx8ZnAwE/s400/3994436753_17d0019044_o.jpg" /></p><br /><br><br /><p><br /></p><center><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhLsyFIDDAc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhLsyFIDDAc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></center><br /><p></p><br /><br><br /><p align="center">Ahh! Young Money kicked his ass out, and he's back doing his own thing again. O! and his nasally sounding self has cut off the braids and disturbingly long baby hair. He's hit the scene with his new single "I Get It In" originally featuring Lil' Wayne, but when Young Money canned his ass; he threw in Gucci Mane as a replacement. I dig Lil' Wayne's verse better of course. I've never been a very big Omarion or We2Gay..I'm sorry B2K fan. I do like that song though. There is also a song called "Speeding" that I'm feeling as well. </p><br /><br><br /><p align="center">Back II Back Throwbackz</p><br /><br><br /><p align="center">Erykah Badu: Live</p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434462601198071586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeh8dJwpsWamKzsHHEnkNIm82IhH686DCmysNtak_FjPTdgQCr28FBD6P7b7kf6viKeTtBrW8aCcyd0P_sgbJjs7Igcu9-lQKQG-zMjPCxTf-G1VXlT2L9UE05L7Q6tulNRJqsA5dpFhg/s400/erykah.bmp" /></p><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aawxUqUCYMs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aawxUqUCYMs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><p></p><br /><p align="center">I had to bring this one back. I absolutely love this live album of Erykah's! Favorite song on here is "Lifetime". She sounds amazing as usual. You can't help but to groove to her lyrics and neo-soul vibe. Representing Dallas, Texas! Being a Texan myself; it's a must I jam my girl.<br /></p><br /><p align="center"></p>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-62836762194242991112010-02-01T12:35:00.003-06:002010-02-01T12:48:41.746-06:00The Grammy's 2010As anticipated, 90% of bloggers content between last night and today are about the 2010 Grammy Awards. I'm not going to go into great detail about who was there, and who appeared on the red carpet. I just want to say that as a whole; I was super unimpressed by the entire ceremony. Award shows are just not what they use to be. They have cut out half of the nominee mentions and accepting segments. Most of it was random artist performing. I hated EVERYONE's performance. No effort being put into a good show anymore. Less and less choreography and more and more lip singing.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzv-nOfm7hc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzv-nOfm7hc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />I was not feeling Beyonce's performance at all. Probably, because I hate that song too. But I just feel like she's capable of doing more. Who knows, maybe the artist feel the same way, and their told that they have more limitations every year. Blah, she could've done another song. Or gave the people what they wanted and did something with Lady GaGa.<br /><br /><center><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeDFkn5Y0WY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeDFkn5Y0WY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></center><br /><br />This was the only performance that I really liked. This song absolutely jams! Will.I.Am's hair was a bit disturbing, but the performance was great. Don't know when Fergie got that damn fine either...wow.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGocAcvLOqI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGocAcvLOqI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Maxwell, Maxwell, Maxwell...my man just doesn't sound the same anymore. Oh how I will forever love this song though. I will always buy his albums, but live.....oh no sir. Maybe it was just a bad night. I'm afraid to see what another unplugged album would sound like. I still love you though Maxie Poo!!<br /><br />Taylor Swifts ass won album of the year over Beyonce and Lady GaGa. I'm not surprised though. Bey won 6 others though; I believe. Bottom line, I hated the Grammy's. I'm know that I'm not the only one either.She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-49881523390763972612010-01-25T12:21:00.006-06:002010-01-25T22:45:52.614-06:00The Blind Side - T. Nicole's Movie Review<div align="center">I'm like a week late with this review. I saw it last Monday, but I'm just getting the time to share my thoughts with you all. Anywho, heres the trailer...<br /><br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7V2P_z_Hzws&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7V2P_z_Hzws&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><center><span style="font-size:180%;">The Cast</span></center><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><center>Sandra Bullock<br /></center><div align="center"><br /></div><center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sandra%20bullock" target="_blank"><img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh112/jaque-rangel/Sandra%20Bullock/sandra-bullock-0006.jpg" border="0" alt="6 Pictures, Images and Photos"/></a><center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>Tim McGraw<br /></center><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><center><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tim%20mcgraw" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="tim Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i882.photobucket.com/albums/ac24/prissy_2523/Tim-McGraw.jpg" /></a></center></center><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><center>Quinton Aaron<br /></center><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><center></center><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><center><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430746503693659090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepEsC1s_MM8C6jKjwzeBhVNjVxe5BnTcNjuU_DxRcssDdpalsQ0pVclPEJ9q1Wd_Q3BhK0rVXljycc0Y3YCr7fVfnj-iOE33NzgWBYNlO7y1mF72U5IYIeetavuVq7mKGCJ52PM7GSkc/s400/bigdude.bmp" /></center><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Jae Head</p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430747377359692178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqW_bnuDfKgU8xQj8JHOgzWDw9WGqwliU58-5BdVvXktiWkWJ6sPAmC8ehuMxS3DIzs4MBIxavIWUIOQEwpyKOdvRahHnAPmgVuQXFvcINP30KH-kukbudzQq1ErK4jpbIP76TM7XZqPs/s400/jae.bmp" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Man, this movie was awesome!! I felt so many emotions watching it. I laughed, I cried, I rejoiced, I got angry, ect.! The movie played its purpose, and outlined almost perfectly the story of Michael Oher. The actor who played Michael seems to be much more humble than the real football player. I've seen him in other settings, and he seemed very arrogant. However, I'm not judging the man, but if that was his style; then it should've been portrayed in the movie. </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /></p><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20blind%20side" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="sandra bullock Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/cnrward/Random%20Celeb%20pics/Film-Review-The-Blind-Side__1258659.jpg" /></a></center><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Sandra Bullock did her thing!! She's a bad B!!! That country accent did it for me Sandra, loll. She was so natural as always. Sandra, always seeming so mild tempered, easy going and down to earth; gave me a little more in this film. She showed us who is boss. Tim McGraw obviously didn't wear the pants in that family, loll. </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /></p><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20blind%20side" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="blind side Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx248/bornblue/jae3.jpg" /></a></center><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">I didn't really like how they portrayed Michael to be a bit slow. Like he didn't have it all there. I mean the man cam from the hood, but that doesn't mean he was a complete dumb ass. I understand he was well out of his jurisdiction, and was suffering from an extreme case of culture shock, but damn. The man; in real life is very intelligent. I think they should've spent more time showing how he shinned academically. </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /></p><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20blind%20side" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="blindside02 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i784.photobucket.com/albums/yy123/moneyloopholes/Blind%20Side/TheBlindSide2009WSDvdscrXviDAC313.jpg" /></a></center><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">It seemed as if they had to teach him from scratch how to play football in the movie. Like here is this homeless black kid with no visible talent; lets take him in and see what tricks we can teach him. More time should've been spent displaying the true portiait of Michael Oher. </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20blind%20side" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="The Blind Side Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y114/babymeong/TheBlindSidemovieimageSandraBullock.jpg" /></a></center><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">I love this picture, loll. Not to mention Sandra Bullock looks hotter than HOT!!! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430753213721191426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnxkH0ZbNMKBAq4MM-9X1YtQnSfozPwPCfBP_u8CwTm0jHjYKbpt06c4I4NJew5Y5G-MS3o9sbvx9uv_FAYJ_BeZT5wTpe2KUJrAKCsW7wMaPdTwJwto-dgCczE2nfubXmGVFl9NPMjg/s400/bigboy.bmp" /></p><p align="center">And here is Michael and his real foster family! </p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">T. Nicole gives this film 5 stars!!!!!</span><br /></center></center></center>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-73394466647633662382010-01-25T12:12:00.002-06:002010-01-25T12:14:48.824-06:00All I Really have to Say is....<center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/who%20dat" target="_blank"><img alt="WHO DAT Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z306/TERRYVEGA/WHODAT.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><center> </center><center><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Man!! It's going down Superbowl Sunday in Miami on Feb. 7th!</strong></span> </center>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-46024931640947506662010-01-19T12:06:00.011-06:002010-01-19T12:52:04.053-06:00Lovely Bones - T. - Nicole's Movie ReviewBoy, I haven't done one of these in awhile. Yesterday, on our great Dr. King's birthday celebration day; I decided to spend a day at the movies with my honey and my sister. There was really only one film I wanted to see; in which I will review next, but Lovely Bones was my sister's choice.<br /><br /><object height="360" width="580"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikUWKi0W5_g&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikUWKi0W5_g&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="360"></embed></object><br /><div><div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cast as follows:</span></strong> </p><p align="center">Saoirse Ronan</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428516070257359666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorF0BHMQgy_jb4NwEa_E-QU-Z1c2i4RHNYbHLr9rrz6S1seooy6iYxEs2FoEkGrJ7eDR3eUzEGEQjFhpoRhkI3X5EZxIwqlsKadn1ZULb65QOX_dQdUSto4D2JcglhxgLmo-hhM_KB6k/s400/Saoirse+Ronan.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Stanley Tucci<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428516492539531714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDyyvIOOATg056qPNj8T_WAlcqVkon1jdSgeoHmbj-vDin6VVr2swGwlOHmJskjKNXCOonrJ10jZX9Y64J5lUrBLTRAGe_y3iJtSwKbt9Fk7-dAJMPqda_43Mk_xd94vjel5Q0pUkiB0/s400/Stanley+Tucci.bmp" border="0" />Rachel Weisz<br /></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428516962274646082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl50oqB56y5RD1dSkRqwhcT-9FzBjuqV0LNIqLFBgMiD77tPExiXZCLcabcrTokEPKFKEAIgN5RWVyV9jucWxOp6bK2buD7bG1YLuxdiRjhyphenhyphenOykXolpReEIVWWTVYpAdYsm1DKdjjDqkQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Mark Wahlberg (HOTT!!!)<br /></p><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428517491396038802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3AzDLY9EJtUOZ6EuDwrqvaqH3J78nJ6k2278cNiHADYcd1aFVgNZbsufOYOYxdE3r-DZG0Q7PV9SXyA2psXhtbCjl2y71zKUTPEJkM6TAZcWHShXhD_5d2EukUXFQJt85Q04eJrMpmM/s400/Mark+Wahlberg.bmp" border="0" /></div></div><br /><div>So the move is based from the novel Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Peter Jackson directed the film, and asual did and awesome job. Now on our way into the theatre the ticket collector told us that the film was almost identitcal to the film. At that moment I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I know from past experiences that sometimes the book goes into great detail to paint a picture in the mind, that the film does not need to display. </div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428519897034914578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUV3iPj0ERP8ZP8B2pRHoflY-BW7dysQ6b5zI3ouocMFmnWxz-IqX-lgvdSYgCgiLwGScutqrtDonZlUHTmXuWO0x2su3lXACRdDqAR1C8z2-sDWVKeXMsoHbibK6ClNCoJlBRyQNqmEk/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" />There were quite a few scenes that were "trippy" to me. Like I should've been blown off of 3 blunts to actually get with the program. I felt like the film could've done without all the extra scenes portraying the girls' afterlife. I understand what the writer and director were trying to show, but it could've been done in a different way.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428521272505305554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMiB9KVTGYhuttca5FCZ9ecmgKea-z1gFunXOISY50wlcQumEU5-0HdS61euhPVR6Y9TFtFjE0aQ0eeeAPrb84GIVva6ljW5Z0LyBS6m1rYWt_fHlRKZMvf4tbIt_hN0fN2PS4hFz8PQ/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" />The film did keep me interested. I do love a great mystery novel and film. It sort of reminded me of an extended version of Cold Case. Which is not a bad thing at all. The actors did a remarkable job.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428522126270316226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwtopmo8rvpgKXuxAveeFnFmvx9WRsclIRgPwSWwiTMygNV4VvKUDMk0iTnaf2yjnOk5JcHKgFhaBFcBvgf4mXug9HI-TVfmzCi6vn5liCYbGAW6MZEWDIK5u4BxTsspm9u-IF8cjzJ8/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /></p></div><br /><br /><br /><p>My emotions were up and down the entire time. I wanted the movie to speed itself along at times. I was anticipating that punch! I wanted to know how the girl was murdered. I wanted to know exactly how she thought she could her dad find her killer. It made me sad at the fact that there are really some sick people out in the world that do things that were done in this movie. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428523331300604994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhExHN6_wDUpTXA9sf6Z5oQ3msPvuHYKQbIEhu8YAhCWhgL7YrUmvYDLASZ0Imjr6QpWoLenNAecm0xf3SXHo67ZzFJVSC2IksK8Y08fKBS6r8zNuec9ohyq_6DJNch5SNfcV-Q3MeZGs/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p>I'm not going to say it's a "must see", because I could've definitely waited to order it OnDemand. I think I'm going to pick up the novel this week. Just to see exactly how closely the film plays with the book. I'll let you guys know. </p><p> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">T. Nicole Rates this film:</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">3 stars!!!</span><br /></p><p></p><p> </p>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-33856491421714422282010-01-14T20:03:00.005-06:002010-01-14T20:40:49.018-06:00R.I.P. Teddy Pendergrass<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgllkKlfiYPGopZbIuFRDd1AuA9LCWcMBVkZkeULkaJonF0EV3fIU54_EySB1-RJ61_lND6B45kppzJkfKAJhWZWJOF2Z2BlemPhrpC9G8gSiCpSA16uTKAdr0TqiIHV8a3Ikm8LQwCGg/s1600-h/teddyp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426781680645768786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgllkKlfiYPGopZbIuFRDd1AuA9LCWcMBVkZkeULkaJonF0EV3fIU54_EySB1-RJ61_lND6B45kppzJkfKAJhWZWJOF2Z2BlemPhrpC9G8gSiCpSA16uTKAdr0TqiIHV8a3Ikm8LQwCGg/s400/teddyp.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Teddy Pendergrass dies at age 59</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center">This man was a soul legend! A household name. I don't care what race you are; you were grooving to some Teddy P. at some point in your life. This man could sing one note and fill the room with love. Not to mention all the babies made behind this man. Hell, I was probably conceived to his sultry sounds.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">His career skyrocketed in 1970's first joining the group as lead singer of Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes. It was history from there. Great misfortune entered his life in 1983 when he crashed is Rolls Royce in Philly, and was left paralyzed from the waist down. This didn't stop him from recording great music. He kept entertaining with that sensual baritone voice of his. </div><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v322/MissMica/?action=view&current=teddyp3.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/MissMica/teddyp3.jpg" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Turn Off the Lights</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Love T.K.O. </em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Come Go With Me</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>My Greatest Inspiration</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>The Whole Town's Laughing At Me</em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em>When Somebody Loves You Back</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Can We Be Lovers</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Can We Try</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I Don't Love You Anymore<br />Close The Door</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Life is a Song Worth Singing</em></div><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v322/MissMica/?action=view&current=teddyp5.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/MissMica/teddyp5.jpg" /></a></center><div align="center"><br /><br />We'll miss you Teddy P.!!<br /></div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-38083479666019123902009-12-15T12:06:00.006-06:002009-12-15T12:57:25.156-06:00Tuesday Rambles Episode 13<div align="center"><br /><br />Um, and when was the last time I did Tuesday Rambles? Ugh, can we say slacker? I am just that. Horrible, a disgrace, total douche bag! I agree. And I'm sorry.<br /><br />Truth be told, my Tuesdays have not been so bad as of lately. I'd like to think she has something to do with that. *big smile* </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center">That's right, I'm back on team of love. One month deep into this thing, and although there is still more learning and kinks to work out; it feels good. Most of the kinks need to be worked out on my end anyway. I managed to snag the closest thing to perfection that I could get my hands on. That in itself has it's bitter sweet moments. I love it all nonetheless.<br /><br />My operation "Pick up the Pen…Pick up the Pieces" is still in the works. I'm moving this thing right along. Summer 2010 will mark the pathway to a better future for me. It will make an impact on those who are in my life as well. My support system is stronger than ever. Now is a better time than any to make a move. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415528186377419106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fEFv6RFJzaPSxUsOqdYG9UXEGg4Sp9TzeXYSR-BXXdrcdzLEMXz14fOUBdoWajI3JBMRSQSxErhwBk9Yjk_WR9WRNEJrssd6F465JbUm1qTh1hP5ZPnC33FoMiVQ6M1njxCbGYoMzn0/s400/chrisbrowngraffitiex.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I have yet to hear Chris Brown's CD. I heard it was pretty good. I downloaded Rihanna's, and it's something that I'm digging. I'm not disappointed at all. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415528957733404850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMpGn9ZwyqFAxRuTcTXcubvne1Xaj7UTZP8Z-BZSu97T4vsbCA49utM-vvreu_tM45Me1S8XpP5RQXP5YbIKCDGlQyqZC1JMbHGNSpNyfXptqPXuos_zL3ovyeEpxc4t06rOyXtF_mkI/s400/youngmoney.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br />We Are Young Money comes out next week, and I will be going to buy that to see what they are talking about. This should be interesting. It better be! </p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415529431790402802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFyVDGViOVOCEoKFHhL4DcMEHERzfL2Z95hlFW87TV51OklWBIT509WGG5BBE_HwjfDn2CtT1U9QLHlSqc6qLJDjHfjRXhP50kkV0mZM7Tkhq3GXVEGoY-aVtpZSN0NtUHr9JWb1o3gg/s400/TreySongzReady.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">Right now, I still have Trey Songz "Ready" in heavy rotation. I can't get enough of this man. "Invented Sex" , "One Love", "Does He Do It" , "Jupiter Love", "Neighbors Know My name", and "Black Roses" are all my jams! </p><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><center><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpmR8jkqRYA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpmR8jkqRYA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />The video could've been a little better though. </center><center></center><center></center><center></center><br /><br /><br /><center><object height="315" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cETtDC59-I&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cETtDC59-I&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object><br /><br /></center><center>I do like Toni Braxton's video ft. Trey Songz. As a matter of fact; I love it! </center><center></center><center></center><center></center><br /><br /><br /><center><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pX7e1gutsDU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pX7e1gutsDU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></center><div align="center"><br />Latoya Luckett ft. Ludacris - Regret! OMG!!! Love this song and video!!! She still look like an average around the way H-Town girl though. I'm not mad about it at all. Hell, I'm from H-Town and I love my around the way girls! I'm feeling you Lady L.<br /><br />I don't celebrate X-Mas, but I still have a X-Mas list haha! It goes as follows:<br /><br />Louie backpack<br /><br />HP touch screen desktop<br /><br />Nikon Digi Camera<br /><br />2010 Chevy Camero<br /><br />Burberry Touch cologne<br /><br />Samsung 50" HD flat screen<br /><br />Taraji P. Henson in handcuffs, heels and a bow on my front doorstep. (sorry babe, loll!)<br /><br />I know I will absolutely get NONE OF THIS!!! Well probably the cologne and desk top. That's about it though. It's all good; I'm blessed either way. I'm on my happy high. Anxiously awaiting my future steps! </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-5456325540063393202009-12-11T11:54:00.002-06:002009-12-11T12:39:28.338-06:00Pick Up the Pen...Pick Up the Pieces<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhze0vUn0qIY3KgyqWgR6w7JlK8a0mUNCXFF5bmMKQFRbMVbG3LvqkfFl2DuDvpArdUtg5uGrFcPtuCqL-6_vGfBFdGggBVaYOHQN4E2qJMzBO7QfXqwwm-q_-2pnsjf_wp4beSYFIPvZY/s1600-h/3596825103_a509d472b5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414050033667817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhze0vUn0qIY3KgyqWgR6w7JlK8a0mUNCXFF5bmMKQFRbMVbG3LvqkfFl2DuDvpArdUtg5uGrFcPtuCqL-6_vGfBFdGggBVaYOHQN4E2qJMzBO7QfXqwwm-q_-2pnsjf_wp4beSYFIPvZY/s400/3596825103_a509d472b5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Hello blog world! Long time no write. A little over two months to be exact. I've been completely submerged in my everyday life. I've been comfortable; yet treading the steady waters of my life. I'm bitter-sweet about this year ending already. So many things have occurred this year packed into a small punch hitting me square in the face. I've been doubled over in the anxieties of the emotional rollercoaster I've been riding all year. All things; good and bad are taken in stride no doubt. Somewhere along the bumpy ride; I lost my pen and many pieces to my life's puzzle.<br /><br />A new operation is in order. I'm devoting myself to picking up that pen again, and getting back to letting my ink drip; outlining the footprints of every step that I take. I'm still totting my duffle bag full of ideas, dreams, goals and unwritten thoughts of success. My brain is oozing over with agendas for the new year. This will be a life changing year for me. I've worked my ass off all year only to hold a steady head barely above water. I'm proud of myself nonetheless, because I held my own. I was making it day in and day out by myself. However, it's time for me to take off. But I can't do that without making a change. A BIG ONE! I know what I have to do, and I'm in the process of taking the proper precautions. My daily routine will not be the same, and it scares me shitless, but it's time. I'll be twenty-six years old in two months. I have goals to meet by my 30th birthday; February 12, 2014. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><em>Life without thankfulness is devoid of love and passion. Hope without thankfulness is lacking in fine perception. Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude. Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road.<br /><br />- <strong>John Henry Jowett</strong></em> </div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br />Wisdom, maturity, patience, love and thankfulness have all been taken to the next level throughout this year. Although, not everything went the way that I planned this year; I still came out on top. I've lost some very dear loved ones along this year's journey, and I miss them more than what any words can express. That alone lights the fire underneath me to push forward, and make my loved ones proud; those fallen and standing. </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-29325443958267096342009-10-05T16:08:00.003-05:002009-10-05T16:14:16.265-05:00Hit The Road Jack<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbitKnhRZhEjI9zyWPsRhY5tmTXLS1hhlr6kORUpkN7vnyHxPKUWTt0iuBRy552p7QicnnlLbnch8pFapuwgn5c6m4sfyXvrEMrRntNHHxbIx6j0tx3gSysz7PcEbEs5C1Tk2_fTei4s/s1600-h/hittheroad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389226654359249554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbitKnhRZhEjI9zyWPsRhY5tmTXLS1hhlr6kORUpkN7vnyHxPKUWTt0iuBRy552p7QicnnlLbnch8pFapuwgn5c6m4sfyXvrEMrRntNHHxbIx6j0tx3gSysz7PcEbEs5C1Tk2_fTei4s/s400/hittheroad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh my goodness, what an awesome weekend I had. I didn't do anything major outside of my normal quality time spent with the people that I love. My last blog was about the changes of the seasons. What I anticipated the fall might bring my way. So far, so good. Work seems to be steady at both jobs, my relationship with my family is growing tighter and tighter as the weeks pass, and my love life has finally been taken off life support and is breathing on it's own. The feeling is indescribable. All of the above mentioned has brought so many smiles to my face. People are starting to notice my new vibe, and that I'm glowing like a full moon on a hot summer night. It feels good.<br /><br />"An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather."<br /><br />- Washington Irving<br /><br />The bizarre situations in my life never cease to expire, but I don't let them stress me. From car problems, apartment maintenance problems, financial problems, to extremely bad hair days (like I'll be having for the next few days); all doesn't even matter. It'll pass like everything else has in my past times.<br /><br />Speaking of changes; I have been battling with myself over the company I keep or (don't keep). With the new blessings that have entered my life recently; I realize how thirsty I was for genuine friendship. One without strain on any end. One that is unconditional, and one that is understanding. The weather may get a bit frigid soon, because I now know it's time to let go of a bond that I thought would last forever. However, it's stressing me out more than it should. I've tried to rationalize from every angle and give chances for redemption, but nothing has changed. I feel that no effort is even being put into possible change. My feelings on the issue are rapidly dissolving. Once I reach the end of my cup; it's a wrap. I don't want any free re-fills. When that well runs dry; I know my phone will ring. Will I answer? That is the million dollar question. Time to hit the road. There is nothing but an open highway of opportunity in my view. Goodbye to those of my past. Hello to those of my future. </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-73351571529901603392009-09-21T18:35:00.003-05:002009-09-21T18:38:49.747-05:00What The Fall May Bring<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life. But of course, like autumn, it doesn't last.</em><br /><br />- C.S. Lewis, "Letters of C. S. Lewis [1966] "27 October 1963""<br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384069066508800146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBe6oqBvMNwybBDtpkzVhUP0invLfYgP0d-al_d8hozRSS3VMhlxB3bV92rwD-647eCU-DpJAyQaJc2RZeZcU0wFLkYwoN4tv0sIKARIUl8En9GXCU5k3GVGRKwV44Ausw2mYiA9p22CA/s400/falltime.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /><br />I can't believe tomorrow is the first day of Autumn already. Time is flying by like the speed of light. It's truly bizarre. Somebody has set us in fast forward mode and there is not stopping the inevitable. This really is my favorite season for many reasons. The weather is cooling down, the leaves are beginning to fall, the colors are beginning to dim and my new outlook on current life is beginning to set.<br /><br />This season is bringing on new hope, new commitments, new love, new money and new visions. I am excited to wrap up this year. I'm so ready for 2010 it's insane. This year wasn't all that great for me, but I'm still ticking nonetheless. I'm getting older, and all of my experiences throughout all of my seasons have taught me so much and have brought me so far. I sulk, I whine and I grieve like any other human, but I realize that I'm a truly blessed individual.<br /><br />For those actually looking for a REAL post from me; here it is. This is where my mind is at right now. I try to keep it positive no matter what obstacles are thrown my way. I think my previous posts vouch for that last statement. Life is alright for me right now. I'm excited about the beginning of a new season; my favorite season. I hope that everyone enjoys it as much as I do. For some; it's time to let those deadbeat leaves fall from your tree and clean house! Ya'll know what I mean; those seasonal people. Only here for whatever reason, but are not meant to stay. Please let em go. It's time. If you don't dig Autumn as much as I do; at least it's almost time for daylight savings and you get an extra hour of sleep! </p>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-74561962273310466552009-09-15T06:56:00.004-05:002009-09-15T22:21:29.387-05:00Kanye Apologizes<div align="center">So after Ye's typical outburst on the VMA's; he felt the need to apologize to poor Taylor Swift. That poor little country white girl! I felt so bad for her after his black ass got up there and acted a fool! We know Beyonce should've won, but damn give somebody else a time to shine! Don't throw shade Ye!! Anyway, here is the apology that he gave on the Jay Leno show.<br /><br /><br /></div><center><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nJdhy1wjis&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nJdhy1wjis&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></center><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>**The video has been pulled, and I'm too lazy to go find another one**<br /></em></span><br />Well, I must say that it ain't no Chris Brown apology. I can say that it's from the heart, but how many times do you have to apologize for your actions Ye?! We've heard it all before! He is like an award show hit man! I do hope that this is his last stunt though, because I like Kanye. He's a very talented dude, but clearly he has emotional problems. He doesn't know how to express his feelings in the correct way; whatever that may be. I thought he'd be more humble after the loss of his mother, but 99% of the time; people don't change no matter what happens in their life. Ye, something's got to give though. I know you said "you wanna check into the heartbreak hotel, but sorry we're closed", but you might wanna call them back! They may have some vacancies! </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-67631080132822719362009-09-13T11:17:00.003-05:002009-09-13T11:18:46.224-05:00BRB<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Omg!!! I am coming back...I promise!</span> </div><div align="center">I'm alive. Busy, but alive. I miss writing here, and I miss the little comments I did get by those who read my posts. Thanks for NOT unfollowing me, loll. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'll be back. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-71504288943332335032009-08-06T12:44:00.002-05:002009-08-06T13:31:49.825-05:00Commencement Ceremony: Fact or FictionShe and I had been going strong for about 6 months. We were beyond the point of being in love. She was a part of me. We were young, dumb and freshly gay, loll. This was my very first girlfriend, and the feeling was indescribable. I was forming into something that had no room for shame nor insecurity. This was my lifestyle; our lifestyle.<br /><br /><br />We met in college. Neither one of us finished, but back then we were on some sort of a mission. Two smart young women. Pressured by the drugs, sex and alcohol; but we got our studies in and maintained an average GPA. She was younger than I and only came to my school for an English class. She was in a program for Liberal arts and required for her to attend my university for this specific English class. I hated our schedules and the fact that we didn't attend the same schools. I dealt with it though. Our relationship was quite rocky, because I always felt something was missing or being left unsaid. We summed it all up as me being paranoid, because of the dirt that I had swept under the rug. As true as this was, I was still convinced that something was a miss!<br /><br /><br />Her and I had a couple mutual friends, but for the most part all of my friends were older and hers were younger. So we didn't all mesh too well, loll me and my friends thought we were hot shit anyway. It was the Spring semester right before our summer vacation started. I was quite saddened, because she was going back to Jersey for the summer. I was going to miss her so much, and would have to fight every temptation coming my way. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to the summer months at all.<br /><br /><br />Trying to rid my mind of the months ahead, I got ready for a few graduations I had lined up to attend. The college graduations were first and then came the high school. This booked up 3 weekends in a row for me. I had one more graduation to attend at the beginning of June for my little cousin. He was graduating from high school, and planned on attending the same university as I. We both anticipated his arrival. I didn't however anticipate sitting through yet another long drawn out graduation ceremony in hot ass Texas.<br /><br /><br />The Compaq Center was packed! All the supporting friends and families of the class of 2006. I forgot how complicated parking and seating was at this place. I mean I hadn't been there since I graduated 3 years before. I was riding solo that day, because my family were all coming at different times. I hate waiting around and I hate being late to any occasion. So I was the designated person to go ahead of everybody else and save the seats. I saw a few familiar faces and I stopped and spoke to a couple of old classmates. I was a little surprised to see my Bahamian beauty's folks entering the same section of seating that I was.<br /><br /><br />"Hey honey!" Her Aunt reached out and gave me a big hug. I returned the gesture and my eyes scanned the crowd for the love of my life. I had just got off the phone with her before parking, and she told me she was getting dressed. I didn't bother asking were she was going, because I had planned to see her later on that night.<br /><br /><br />"Hey Aunt Dorothy, what are you guys doing here?" I asked nodding to the rest of the family present. I've seen them all on a few occasions here and there. Some of them did not approve of my role in her life, but they keep it cordial and respectful when we do see one another.<br /><br /><br />"We're here to support our baby girl!" I had forgotten she had a cousin a few years younger than her graduating this year. I didn't know she went to the same school as my cousin though.<br /><br /><br />"Oh yes, well I guess I'm here to see a couple of people walk across that stage then," I said looking out to the crowd growing by the second. I knew I had to make a mad dash for the nearest open row of seats before they were all claimed for.<br /><br /><br />"Yes, honey. We are so glad our baby has finally done it! She's the last one for a long time." We all started moving down the steps looking for empty sections. I found one down towards the bottom, and decided to block those two rows off. I knew one of my family members would be here soon to help me weed off the people.<br /><br /><br />I saw Aunt Dorothy and the rest of her family filling up the section to the right side of me. I looked in a couple of the familiar faces and read the sign of disapproval upon them. I didn’t care though. We as people can't help who we fall in love with. Speaking of love, I decided to text her once more to see if she was coming or not. The ceremony was to begin in about 15 minutes or so, but I know she was never one to be on time if she was going somewhere without me.<br /><br /><br />My people started to arrive when the opening music began to play and the graduates started to march in. I heard her family cheering as I was facing the top of the stairs looking for my love. She never texted me back, but I figured she was on her way or didn't hear the phone. I knew her family was cheering for the young graduate, but by the time I turned around she had already passed. I saw what I thought was the back of her walking towards the designated seats. I got comfortable in my chair, because I knew this was going to be a very long ceremony. I pulled out my cell phone and started to play a game.<br /><br /><br />My cell phone was damn near dead by the time I realized she was not going to show up. The last names beginning with "T's" were making their way across the stage. I really wanted to leave when my cousin walked about 45 minutes ago, but I said I would stay for the entire thing. I saw her family begin to rise out of the corner of my eye. I could hear the anticipation as they awaited for the young one to cross. I could actually see her edging up towards the top of the ramp. She was shorter than I remembered her being though. I could see the profile of her face when my 3 month old cousin sitting next to me on his mother's lap placed his hand on my arm. I turned towards him and smiled when I heard her name. The family all yelled, screamed and blew whistles as she crossed the stage. I sat there frozen solid as my eyes followed her coming down the ramp with a huge smile plastered on her face. My eyes kept following her while she looked around the audience for her loved ones. She spotted them, but she must've felt my gaze, because we met eye contact and that smile quickly faded.<br /><br /><br />No wonder she didn't respond to my text messages. Graduates can't carry cell phones in to the commencement areas. The name I heard being called was not the name of that young cousin that I remembered. It was HER. The love of my life. It was then that I realized that I'd been played. She just graduated from high school! She'd been lying to me the entire time. Our eyes unlocked when the graduate behind her playfully punched her in the shoulder; letting her know that she needed to catch up with the rest of the line.<br /><br /><br />I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I ended up breaking my promise to my cousin after telling the rest of our family that I needed to go home and lay down. I just had to get out of there. I didn't know where to place my emotions. I wanted to cry, laugh and rejoice all at the same time. I finally got the answer to the question that had been burning the inside of my head for the past 6 months. I knew what the missing piece of the puzzle was. I also knew that it was the end of my relationship as I knew it.<br /><br /><br />FACT OR FICTION?<br /><br /><br />**P.S.- Excuse any typos or grammatical errors. I damn near wrote this with my eyes closed on the remaining 10 minutes of my lunch break.**She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-47193742370085623362009-08-04T12:05:00.006-05:002009-08-04T12:35:05.191-05:00Tuesday Rambles Episode 12<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4BwmDYKizv-kV8jnp69CBLQaeiMRPccU0vcBQWvEDAVez0ZWE5-wB3Pe9REXrb9MUFh5fKsomlwWkgTicXEwAP9vBSwu6-NPUSmMXb9gVvePVdReB67Zq-vNlNb-GKCbrl6FOd7WyGM/s1600-h/aquarius.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366157893952896914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4BwmDYKizv-kV8jnp69CBLQaeiMRPccU0vcBQWvEDAVez0ZWE5-wB3Pe9REXrb9MUFh5fKsomlwWkgTicXEwAP9vBSwu6-NPUSmMXb9gVvePVdReB67Zq-vNlNb-GKCbrl6FOd7WyGM/s400/aquarius.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You and your amazing energy are incredibly attractive to the right people today -- so get out there and see what you can shake up! It's a great time for you to get new social grooves going. <-My Aquarius horoscope for the day. I'm going to take this advice.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>I totally forgot to DVR Big Brother 11 tonight! I missed the show on Sunday as well. I was watching movies with my family, and they all hate Big Brother. I'll have to catch both missed episodes on demand probably tomorrow night.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>My niece and nephew are coming into town this weekend. I can't wait to see my babies. Although they are not babies anymore. I don't have a picture of my niece, but here is my 16 yr old nephew…</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366158511249434114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg03KAcCA1mOxmShyrsyO0sBFHz57HUlK1uPXiKFXPzKGDeF23tMQ4ZTdDNaO-mKnl_SJOsC9q91UbATUF3HZZt6OrIizrQKouML69t1tUWw_gERzJTxBFfKxYQ2_d1084_m7TaVyRzPo/s400/kolby.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div>He is damn near a grown man now. That scares me to say the least. They both tower over me, but then again; most people do. We all know I'm vertically challenged. Anyway, can't wait to spend time with the kiddos this weekend. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366159970601144498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUzPFIYbdkFsHpxhWUNPgU7MRUYrrNH7ZZzfUfxW_R5-uqTR5r62ygjeX_CFhyphenhyphenppjtYUvB32XOQEDE6lH_bZll0mk7f6SA-EewGqP9KeTHRrcf1KYKj2Ii50AmlaDMulOJq13UTwSI_U/s400/webcam.bmp" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div>I bought myself a new webcam yesterday. Somebody stepped on my last one. I'm going to start doing video blogs. I'm not going to give up my writing, but there are some topics I need to be heard face to face on. I was playing around with the cam on Yahoo! last night with my mystery lover, Fe Fe. Had a blast.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>My song of the day is Scars, by Papa Roach. Just listen to the lyrics. I can identify with this song to the 10th power. OMG! "My weakness is that I care too much."</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><center><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN3zICfdKwk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN3zICfdKwk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This quote was posted by im_Cb on twitter this morning. "Intelligence without ambition is like a bird with no wings." - Salvador Dali This is the shit I try to school people on. I gotta backdoor this quote and throw out there that love with no action is like a runner with no legs nor prosthetic limbs. WE AIN'T GOING NOWHERE!!!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162240025826258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPU3_2ums4A8EyH07EhsHAyGsOE4l3VCMku6rXUJx3ZxsD70aN1nWf7rgSCIQPffdleLMvrnXIyIuSpo4mzC425ahwgq8JEBEKT71T9d1POPWTAutH6VgKVIjOm0-LpTbnWZt2xVWjXh0/s400/4yrsold.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Everytime I look up and I see this picture of myself at 4 yrs old, I just wanna go back. I wanna go back to the beginning when it was all so simple. The year was '88. I had the love of my parents and my little imagination to guide me through my adventerous days. I knew very little, but was eager to learn so much. I have to admit; that if I were given the opprotunity to go back to 1988…I'd decline. My cards were dealt and I played each and every hand the best way I possibly could at that point in time. It all made me into the woman I am today. I wouldn’t trade me in for nothing. </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-55600437564517212912009-08-01T11:03:00.002-05:002009-08-01T11:11:15.229-05:00Poor Drake Takes A Spill On Stage<center><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_5aoBTFeT0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_5aoBTFeT0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></center><p align="center"><br /><br /><br />I still love you Drizzy. That's super embarrassing though. I didn't even laugh; I promise. You know everybody else is though. Even Lil' Wayne. *sad face* Forget Wayne, you don't have to go back to that wheelchair you were in on Degrassi! Although, I wish you would've handled it like a G like Beyonce did when she did that military tuck and roll down the stairs on her tour. If it's any consolation to you; they would've had to carry my ass offstage too! </p>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-52314585803216473002009-07-31T12:20:00.005-05:002009-07-31T12:56:32.634-05:00Weekly Re-Cap: Keep It Moving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIm3T6py2j7bqiY5KQm10nGsV0c4PaDCGax4gvbYJhTD9wrJewRoEgPiBnw5eftMWaO0J7L7aJVG5dLJJW9yQyqiciWErhHbKeJEQ3XnUw6lJPsA9Szk2gjtXVMRMoJKl7LMjQjMKZO-s/s1600-h/greenlight.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364678946160953010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIm3T6py2j7bqiY5KQm10nGsV0c4PaDCGax4gvbYJhTD9wrJewRoEgPiBnw5eftMWaO0J7L7aJVG5dLJJW9yQyqiciWErhHbKeJEQ3XnUw6lJPsA9Szk2gjtXVMRMoJKl7LMjQjMKZO-s/s400/greenlight.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It has been a crazy week for me. The rain is pouring, but best believe I have my umbrella <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">poppin</span>'! I'm dodging every dagger the devil is throwing at me. "But it will take a thousand bullets and the power of JESUS for you to stop mine" - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ludacris</span>. Like the rest of the world, I have problems out of the ass, and the economy is taking it's toll on me big time. I'm good though. This week went by pretty fast, but I guess that's because it's been so busy. That's what I do. I get my hustle on and make sure that my mind is never idle.<br /><br />I learned this week that I need to slow the hell down on the roads, loll. I praying my license doesn't get suspended, because I need to get to and from work man! I really have to do better. Texas Public Transportation will be after my ass if I don't. I'll slow down on the roads, but I gotta keep moving in life period. This week I truly learned to not STOP! No matter who is grabbing on my coattail or who is throwing boulders in my path. I have literally wasted years allowing people to hold me back. Stumbling me spiritually, weighing me down emotionally and physically. I was indulging in other people's problems and worried about things that was completely irrelevant to me.<br /><br />I learned that I can't force anyone to do anything. Whether it goes my way or not. At the end of the day people will do what they want to do for THEM. Those same people are going to come and go in and out of my life, but I have to let the reasons for this define themselves. In the meantime I just keep moving. I'm in my own lane and I have my own destination. Not everybody is meant to go where I'm going. Truth spoken, I am heading straight for the top. If you reek of bullshit, insecurity and emotional instability; I gotta drop you off. I don't care who you are. Nobody should let ANYBODY hold them back for any reason. Yeah, so my lesson this week was to definitely keep it moving. Yo, we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doin</span>' a buck eighty over here kid! Catch up if you can! This shit ain't dedicated to one person; it's dedicated to everybody I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fuckin</span>' know. Don't get it twisted. If you moving slow; I'll love you regardless, but I gotta let you go. On to the next city.<br /><br />*Disclaimer to all* - "Please do not harass me. Just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">holla</span> if you got me and fuck ya if you had me!" - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Drizzy</span>! </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ya'll</span> have a good weekend. I know I am! </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-17784836790729358382009-07-30T13:04:00.002-05:002009-07-30T13:09:06.457-05:00Smooth Get-A-Way: Fact or Fiction?On the current mission to revive BlogSpot, I'm thinking of doing a Thursday fact or fiction post every week. This will help me with my consistency in posting and hopefully snag some more readers. It'll also help me sharpen my writing skills as well. I know that Eb aka <a href="http://www.renaissanceblackwoman.com/">The Renaissance Black Woman </a>used to do these posts awhile back. Not too sure if she's still doing them though. I always enjoyed reading hers, because she would fool me every time. I really didn’t know if her stories were fact or fiction. It would blow my mind that she actually went through some of the stuff she wrote about, loll. Check her out sometimes, I promise you won't be disappointed.<br /><br /><br />Anyhow, on with the story.<br /><br /><br />It was about 4:30am on a Saturday morning. I was just leaving the club when I noticed that I needed to get some gas. Now, I HATE filling my tank up and because of my weird habits; I only like to get gas on Tuesdays at one particular station. I didn’t have a choice to break my routine though. I knew I had quite a drive ahead of me to her house. I called her up earlier during the week to see how she was doing. We have the type of relationship where our worlds are not in tune with one another. We don't speak every day and sometimes we can go weeks or months at a time without contacting each other. However, there are times when she crosses my mind and I cross her's. We're two busy women that just don't have time for steady committed relationships. When we do get around to making THAT call; we both know what it is and what's going to go down.<br /><br /><br />I'm driving down the block hoping to make it to the corner of the southwest freeway and Fondren. The last thing I needed was to be stranded, tipsy and with a bunch of shit on me. I made it though; slowly creeping up to pump 5. Not a soul was in site, but I could see the cashier behind the register reading a magazine. I fumbled to get my wallet out of my back pocket when my phone started blasting Jamie Foxx's, Slowly. I knew she was wondering where I was.<br /><br /><br />"Hello?"<br />"Hey, how far are you?" "I'm still a ways away. I almost ran out of gas, so I'm up here at the Shell off 59."<br /><br /><br />I saw an old school Buick pull up in front of the door to the station. It made me think about my old car. Damn I missed that ride. I miss the booming' ass system I had too. People could always hear me before they saw me. I had to hand it down to my cousin though. Speaking of system, these dudes had more bang in their trunk than a little bit. It was extra loud, because there was no activity on the street.<br /><br /><br />Tuning back in to our conversation, I could hear the impatience in her voice when she said, "well, I'm waiting on you. I've BEEN waiting on you, but I didn't think you would stay in the club until it closed."<br /><br /><br />She was so cute when she tried to cop an attitude with me. "My bad babe, I'm just going to fill up and do a buck eighty straight to your crib! K?"<br /><br /><br />"NO SPEEDING, you have enough tickets as it is Tamica. I'm not playing. Besides, I ain't going nowhere."<br /><br /><br />"You better not be. Give me 30 mins though, iigh?"<br /><br />"Alright, bye."<br /><br /><br />I hung up the phone and retrieved my wallet. I’m so glad I had the option to pay at the pump, because I didn't feel like stumbling to the store and especially in the mist of all those dudes. I can't believe how many of them were piled in that car. I just wanted to put my $40.00 in and go see my lady.<br /><br /><br />I reached hit $21.34 on the tank when I noticed the music blasting suddenly stopped. My back was facing the actual store; so naturally I turned my head slightly to see if the dudes had finally left. They didn't. Another vehicle was parked beside them. An all black hummer sitting on 20 something's. I could see the Buick shaking wildly like somebody was jumping up and down on the inside. I turned back around to finish up my business. When I went to retrieve my receipt all the doors on the Hummer flew open and a bunch of dudes got out yelling and screaming. I couldn't really hear what they were saying. A couple guys ran out of the store carrying Redbulls and Swisha Sweets.<br /><br /><br />One guy who had to be at least 5'4 ran up to the guys at the Hummer. "Yo man what the fuck you want?!"<br /><br /><br />"Yeah, didn't we teach dat ass a lesson when we popped ya homeboy?!" this coming from the driver of the Buick; who was now in the face of the passenger of the Hummer.<br /><br /><br />I knew it was time to get the hell out of dodge. I hurried up and got my ass back in the car. That's when I heard the shots go off. I started my car and tried to speed away from the pump when I heard screaming. I had to pass by the dudes to get onto the street. I sped by as quickly as I could, and I saw 2 bodies laid out on the ground. One of them was the short dude that I heard speak first. I was almost past them when the driver's side door of the Hummer flew open and a guy tried to jump in front of my car. I got past him though; knocking him down. I saw sparks flying from the side of the light pole so I knew they were shooting at me. I instantly started to pray that nobody would follow me. I knew it was bad to think what I was thinking, but I hoped they just all killed each other and forgot all about me. I fumbled for my phone to call her back, not even wanting to call 911. I didn’t to be involved in that shit AT ALL. I was so nervous I dropped my phone on the floor of my car. SHIT! I was scared, but I kept driving. I cried and prayed all the way to her house; checking my rear view mirror every 2 seconds.<br /><br /><br />I made it through her apartment gates and swung my car in the first spot I saw. I was over the lines, basically taking up two spaces, but I didn't care. I ran up to her apartment and used the key that I had to enter. I fell out on the floor and she came into the living room not knowing what kind of mindset I was in. She could see that I had been crying and got down on the floor with me. I told her everything. We both prayed and thanked God that I got out of that situation alive. Anything could've happened. It's happened to innocent people so many times before.<br /><br /><br />We stayed up all night, because I couldn't sleep. I saw the story on Channel 2 news a few hours later. here was a 5 man body count; one of them being the cashier of the station. There was only one vehicle left on the scene; it was the Hummer. I called everybody that I knew to tell them what happened to me. I was so terrified, I didn't even want to leave her house. I had to though. My mother wanted me to come home to see her and my father. I kissed her goodbye and said I would be back soon. I got outside and noticed that my car was gone. I'd been towed for taking up those two spaces.<br /><br /><br />FACT OR FICTION???She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-83289209867746592412009-07-28T12:02:00.006-05:002009-07-28T13:17:56.444-05:00Tuesday Rambles Episode 11<div align="center">It's Tuesday! My least favorite day of the week. So that means it's time for me to go hard on anyone and anything and everything that comes to mind. I'm not a random person, but this is the day that I get it all off my chest.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">I guess I'll start out with this damn recession. I'm feeling it ya'll. Even with 2 jobs, I'm feeling it. All the prices have gone up on EVERYTHING! I'm making it though, and I'm thankful, because it's just me doing it all by myself. I have to thank GOD for that, because it could all be much worse!<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Comcast has to be the worse phone, cable and internet company in the world. I've only had them a month and I have no dial tone and no connection to the internet. They claim I need a "rewire", but I never had any problems with my previous provider. I'm trying to keep my complaints to a minimum, because I'm not paying shit for the services, but damn; I'd rather pay for a provider that will actually give me continuous service!<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">I still haven't paid T-Mobile for my new phone, and they are calling my ass non-stop, loll. I'm going to pay them on Friday though. I'm still loving my new phone too by the way. I refuse to jump on the black berry bandwagon at the moment. That is until T-Mobile drops a bad ass 8 megapixel cam, touch screen blackberry.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">I got a speeding ticket a couple weeks ago with 2 violations. So I can't take defensive driving for both, but only for one. That sucks. I'm just going to pay these two suckers off $268 bucks and pray my license doesn't get suspended. I'm pretty sure Allstate will be kicking me off my parents insurance for good now though, lmao. They've been trying since I turned 25. Ugh!! I guess I can only be in good hands if I'm not speeding in residential areas and changing lanes without a signal. *sigh. I gotta do better.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/teyanna%20taylor" target="_blank"><img alt="teyanna taylor Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r16/lormama1/teyana2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363559239541831122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-pyzyQOGk1h3Y75aoqhwhzIYqeNOiDfS7w0ODl8fHvqSxDHqMBxgmSlg44Ye_-r85yniXJCWiFiT-X1Z5V812rp66Ytk7qKnTYAgZ5WwKGT_ydErUSj3K6QOkICkUnWyiJIRc-9lUWk/s400/missdade.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/soulja%20boy" target="_blank"><img alt="Bowow.&amp;&amp;.Sulja Boy. Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn169/xxLavenderLadyxx/soulja-boy-vs-bow-wow.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><center></center>So I've been watching "celebrities" on Ustream lately. Teyanna Taylor, Soulja Boy, Bow Wow and Miss. Dade County. Watching these people live really reveals a lot about their intelligence! Omg! Soulja Boy curses out his fans, Bow Wow only talks about himself and how great he thinks he is, Teyanna is on her iPhone 90% of the time and yelling at her gay friends in the background, and Miss. Dade County's fine ass is just spaced out with ADHD forgetting what her topic is half of the time. I will say that it does show that they are just normal people. There is nothing different about them.<br /><center><br /><center><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iniyAAVUQk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iniyAAVUQk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></center><center></center><center>"Alive. Just open your eyes. And see that is beautiful. Will you swear on your life that no one will cry at your funeral. It took a funeral to make me feel alive." - Sixx AM "Life Is Beautiful". Just a random lyric from my song of the day. It teaches me that despite all the bullshit that is going on around me all all the crap that I allow to let seep into my everyday life means NOTHING! Life is fucking beautiful, so live that shit up!<br /><br /></center><center></center><center>I thought this day would actually be a bitter one for me. I was determined not to go to bed mad about anything. I laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes in peace. I woke up this morning feeling damn good. It's going to be a long day, but I anticipate every waking moment of it.<br /><br /></center><center></center><center>Thinking about going on a date sometime this week or possibly this weekend. I've been putting this person off for quite some time. I was in a situation that I thought was actually going somewhere, but I was wrong. I'm not trying to do anytype of "rebound dating" though. So that’s why I'm debating if I should go this week or let some time pass by. I don’t know; I'll figure it out in a day or two.<br /><br /><br /><br /></center><center>Later people. <a href="http://photobucket.com/images/soulja%20boy" target="_blank"></a></center></center></div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-91003062206880417082009-07-26T09:37:00.005-05:002009-07-26T10:09:35.354-05:00How Much is Too Much?? Child SupportAlright so <a href="http://lifeafterjervis.blogspot.com/">Chris Jervis</a> posted this link on Twitter this morning from World Star HipHop on Redman & Method man discussing child support. Apparently after Nas and Kelis divorce; Nas now has to pay $55,000 a month in child support on the brand new baby. I don't know how old this video is or how late I am on this news, but WTF?! For those who haven't seen this video already here it is. These niggas Red and Meth keeping it all the way real. And get this! I don't even think they are high!<br /><br /><br /><center><object height="374" width="448"><param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh85da1N9zz48H0d7Y"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh85da1N9zz48H0d7Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed></object></center><center></center><div align="left">These dudes made some valid points. Granted there are a shitload of deadbeat baby's fathers out there who won't come off a dime for their kids; $55,000 a month is ridiculous! I don't care who you are and how much money you are making. No ONE child needs that much money a month! My favorite point of this video was the independent woman thing. So many are hollering about how they are independent, but none of the shit they have came from their own hard work. Some nigga is stuffing their pockets for some reason. Whether it be child support, alimony or they are just fucking on the regular. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">To be honest I think the kid might be a little messed up in the future. Their whole mentality on independence and responsibility will be spoiled. Seriously, if my daddy gave me $55,000 a month to my mother for child support growing up; I wouldn't think I needed to work for SHIT when I got older. Kelis is wrong for this man. I know that bitch ain't had a hot album since...NEVER, but get it how YOU live...not how your ex-husband lives. This is the stuff right here that pisses me off with women. I mean women who has had money running through their fingers for a little bit. They get greedy, selfish and clearly lose all sense of sanity. This made me a little mad; I can't lie. Respect to the fathers out there who are actually doing the right thing and paying child support. It's still fuck the dudes that aren't, but it's REALLY fuck the women hitting up the fathers for utterly ridiculous amounts of money per month for that baby.<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Shout out to <a href="http://lifeafterjervis.blogspot.com/">Chris Jervis</a> again for posting the video on Twitter. Matter fact, follow me and that dude on twitter...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://twitter.com/ChrisJervis">http://twitter.com/ChrisJervis</a> <---Follow him</div><div align="left"><a href="http://twitter.com/TNookie">http://twitter.com/TNookie</a> <---Follow me</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I'm out. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-14469082708729269682009-07-25T23:04:00.016-05:002009-07-25T23:39:58.312-05:00Saying Goodbye to My Favorite Author<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwI2SzSkNWizNzIM2uBUxCOd6zK8eTZ5Yyljl6PcpTARBiHai-soVQRd6SRONqldrJNpw4DWnvaAvblVXSeCVMFZBjWsIsMDFl81XD4pF1pjJX_0Bc70LLUMf0xICn5mYHatOYdupMzY/s1600-h/lynnharris.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362615039072541842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwI2SzSkNWizNzIM2uBUxCOd6zK8eTZ5Yyljl6PcpTARBiHai-soVQRd6SRONqldrJNpw4DWnvaAvblVXSeCVMFZBjWsIsMDFl81XD4pF1pjJX_0Bc70LLUMf0xICn5mYHatOYdupMzY/s400/lynnharris.bmp" border="0" /></a> Wow, it's so much going on lately. Death is like sweeping through Hollywood, the music industry; just the world period. This is crazy, but unfortunately something that we were warned about. In this sinful world death is the promise of life. Scary though, but it is what it is. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Last week I found out that one of my favorite authors; E. Lynn Harris died at the age of 54 from a heart attack. Dude was still young! He was extremely talented. He was a homosexual man, and I can remember reading 'Invisible Life' back in high school. Back then I was struggling with my own sexuality, and reading his words and his biography helped me come to grips with myself as a person and what I prefer. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">E. Lynn Harris' Bookshelf<br />I got em' ALL!!! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Invisible Live</span><br />Feb. 1994 </div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362616284250030130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJePbbupCE7MSDZ3MVyg43ZNCseuVksg_54nDJSR1hk6bjtw0T8qeuWY9sr-BaEXyVjbjxQo9-3-NqiB2lAy_RuTrJkA1TnJAIFfF4Nd4EC4-dtTKfog59IFLkDj1-MRmbUZyI9P76YI/s400/invisiblelife234.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Just As I Am</span><br />Feb. 1995</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362616584892124770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6lCrotNz_A-vHX-z00YqtJddtu1NmxS9tNIYjCY08x4XQ0Y1pCqMOjFbt4mBoyIn1nJgy1aOS7dnz8LsMmztunAC9p-cdDkafC65_ZfFNpFHOYEpiyRgXmIVg-TKtT5q2gyouTJ04wo/s400/justasiam234.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">And This Too Shall Pass</span><br /></span>Feb. 1997 </p><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362616879135842770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMQzhPCI8PZxMfQ3z1deVAnm5YBr7G8102KdGuHNn99EqzT247U7nBbHs-ASQb24dGu_rH0LQmOFZwHtwEBl2DfdpIo5WYJHjQPVnByZEnWIloJUhm2-BgHtvi_7RvNhFy0soUAoVV-Y/s400/thistoo234.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">If This World Were Mine</span><br />June 1998</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362617329741051554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2M4ow_DwW7V90f0-DXWH3s3Kd9vfhTghAO0VGw3mrAuIsof_6ljdrQMdPz54QUHv24DiPa3ag2mahyphenhyphenAH14jfNsm0tqRf1ad84mQ1hpp4wiQSexcnBEOloJvDCyHcJEFczlQzNWWaZ3l0/s400/ifthisworld234.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Abide With Me</span><br />May 2000</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362617443949558210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszcgo7suUzwgeZykt9HZcYleFN9onv2ivZxoULZvZr4BJ04SEYNh3DExKmVK3FQtE1JI82iqlymRjW_H6GXACkkWrcnYB_NJSjfrRYJ2ICTB4se0BTRyO7QTga4gLLj5bSSIec4yYWN8/s400/abidewithme234.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Not A Day Goes By</span><br />May 2001</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362617588514419090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyptbEan2w8mnlj2L-Kr_6ES9zIUkhPTdka-AIALbKInzNbfv3zW2xqUU-1D_F3UnAPpOfeJQFMQl5WTv3TOAFJUVHh2xm_-DS4vW7d4OCEBd4PMfiP7fDiig9OP-5SqMgIc-gcsptaI/s400/notaday234.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Any Way The Wind Blows</span><br />July 2002</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362617723436217330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFZwHriGjRoLHdVU4r7umKtX2t5SvULW3CXoHH_JZNGizvrDL20Vz6sySL6vfXCRl1itN2iuHOev7GjW7gDe9M_xWzNDCjkdxGS1i8b7uBVo5kbVf843PgoHgw2xJjHKxWQKREOSYTbA/s400/anyway234.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">A Love Of My Own</span><br />June 2003</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362617882465780082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdIHfifSVSvyB0qxbQq0JdAqgUI41qvJ_XWKme6Qe0tAmKJ2gkUq1xyU04yhLvsbggLTEbmKv9EqhotsVrm47hk2PHcllDEdSrmhIruMgI5UTi6qwRLQJ43qSAeTX5YSOAjGFc_cotCE/s400/loveofmyown234.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What Becomes of the Brokenhearted</span><br /></span>(A Memoir)<br />July 2004</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362618061985638754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC00ZB3zJZUSxf7zH_pgHMnVgfN3VwzWNLqEEUwl-cLk0beTmIjCUbzKwoR9g3SiDNxVinupJHj9elcNubi_q0XSZBh4lu0neE0TUihM22f1NB3WZNPCnqduncLCvoO6SBeQAlvGz24GU/s400/brokenhearted234.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">I Say A Little Prayer</span><br /></span>August 2007</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362618212052385682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj37SxIpbICUKk9Pp5E_lrMOUFWdEbqAWmn0iDg6FDk92ciRZ0BERnUZEWmIjWvy2fjezGyknRVo1g3YvQNWF3PCbV-1m62iLNI7Zhe-F2n59XjHauS_oYy07E1TgAVyv4MIW1J1svbiI/s400/int_sayprayer.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Just Too Good to Be True</span><br />July 2008</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362618358081093826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ98BCS36r3aVB-TlXiuaaK5Gi8wVaCfw5KUR_McWIzt9pj4o7mT_aFiG-iPSzAMc1tssMaEqx2JBKLQBS_YD7uzcDPXLS2IwJpHBOMbQammaRo1ItWi_IjR2ZrfVsSLXMbNxFZyvY354/s400/justttogood.gif" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Basketball Jones</span><br /></span>January 2009</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362618495366372594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63PCq-hrt7fvCwLnZy8yM7YcW5k5iqjjwt8qqFYBvmDCFtueAP_69-amJa2_M8DS-FYitde2jbwjGTqYujmx3oSJ3LyO2nq6QIdnL8K21Yz0utKcaPMPcQ4C8j1NvgXs5kZqsc4YGu90/s400/basketball_jones.gif" border="0" /></p><br /><p>He gave so much variety in is publishing's. Although, most surrounded professional athletes on the down low; the plot was always thick and unpredictable. He was one of my idols when it comes to best selling authors. It's no secret that one day I want to have my own works published. Life is getting shorter and shorter. Before I leave this earth, I want my words dancing across the minds of people worldwide.</p><br /><p align="center">Rest in peace Mr. Harris</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362622903193072562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP_sOwTMtDfc_7wceyxhO_d2qow2_S2oukCUOS-vbxYrJt-WZ1hF88fJVGotUwunY3KE9pBCf8GMCALTdyHdu3sTC1O8Xk6BLAyr0vsRWYyUieH8zv0IbN_hkJadg0EVGq_GNNbazL2k/s400/lynnharris2.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p></p>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-3891195235261016502009-07-25T21:53:00.009-05:002009-07-25T22:18:14.117-05:00The Bold. The Bald & The Beautiful.<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362597124626014386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7oT_JMe2Kve1hMWa1RwwQXCKeaaL8APz456QAjCwiNQKRNGUPdx3UCI6vymW0vGRuUkPWNPi-vFJF8H64pX8l5NJxTa46h6CfuziSdEJr8gLAXNnmQpVdK-jkshhY6kMSRAp4Pr2FuM/s400/bald+model.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="left">Okay, I'm pretty sure there have been a billion blogs done on this topic, but I just have to put my 2 cents in on it as well. My Internet has been down, so therefore this makes me even more late on the topic. Anyhow, what is up with all the women going bald now days? I mean don't get me wrong, bald is beautiful…FOR SOME! However, this is not a dope move for all women to be making. I've seen plenty of women faded out and edged up, but this was before it was a ridiculous trend. The lesbian community went bonkers with it starting late last year. More and more of my rather aggressive lesbian friends are cutting all of their hair off. Okay, I get that. My studs out there want to be real live D Boi's, and I’m not knocking it. I just can't get with it my damn self.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjd1WM6-PraizR7ZBEBdDYxqsoD8RCFYnaNB08np65A8MYm1RMGpAYIii3wEgWsnesSjU2q2TrCwYXm2-RfeP7_WTQC4Rk5zq9xl-blNhyb2grNVcX32Y8scs5V2OQnskmq7DO-O0Vt8s/s1600-h/solange.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bXf6gWSpO3mdo2veWFjAnFMJC55FBwbMWrGEGemdAnhPKg_yL7wdJgqfGvLQaLeCU2dcCepYebyWzFVzjjLi-C1ljqgsKdIXwYWTILi3uNyx-32fK72RfhRlqqiq6ICR64ZGOnn7T-U/s1600-h/solange.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362599203242030418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bXf6gWSpO3mdo2veWFjAnFMJC55FBwbMWrGEGemdAnhPKg_yL7wdJgqfGvLQaLeCU2dcCepYebyWzFVzjjLi-C1ljqgsKdIXwYWTILi3uNyx-32fK72RfhRlqqiq6ICR64ZGOnn7T-U/s400/solange.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The African models ripping the runways have been sporting this look for a long time. Grace Jones in all of her insanity dropped that bald headed love on us way back when as well. A lot of my natural sisters have been in the bald game for decades too. These celebrities took one look at Amber Rose and lost their damn minds. Solange Knowles has now chopped her shit off too. Looking like she just did a long stretch of chemo therapy and lost her edges along the way. Not saying they are following Amber Rose too, loll; but even the men are cutting the braids and dreads off.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Busta Rhymes<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362599453071073218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FGlFcJMRirUD-WbTFb_7vld4bVktMk_F3QINHFZDfcNdkmDyJ2XpDb8Nwk2SXBzLLgVjd0Q1J6Y8U0B-K4uU8tluNNxtWpmqoz9nKIpqFI-JVPZ4ePYvFv7sbJuuHdr_8eMbmn1BEkQ/s400/busta.bmp" border="0" />Trey Songz </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362599861788000370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCB19mOAKsYzWKdVRFnBEuHkFln5iKu1m5D-O2ecxDfo36B1CxcU_U33xH1s5FNDX6a9DovW0kx2cOcczTG3u7BFLKq24g3lwPZLUfB32APwnuC2hoD-6Cg5JFzZjMeHWALw63LQZkLeQ/s400/trey.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />Maxwell</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362601108413199778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0qraVNyQ2y6t1LFX4Nf-_xCFNIDYcZvBdHykVSm_osQQSBIpzLsuhCuggR7iXGkuYVCNXjciBikW3HJAJa7fL2e-NHUVyRr0S184qD-7Bhg99QArbdDAEl0dtf0eKJ-8jAghQ2-WAIg/s400/maxwell.jpg" border="0" /><br />Slim Thug cut his braids off JUST this week<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362601805604850786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-hfbJMjLy2HnKMl6Vu4miJ7J-OdZvrHYU1ydsqvPzQCsfoyYJ4Yv6TO9zz5kDTTaLYPdJHxT-xvihCvIDDFjA9ouuullprEVhtuq0kYl7EaJfWiijhWqqkq-OpSUy73z4A4qvdrWwUs/s400/slimthug.jpg" border="0" />Bump all that man. I'm still going to rock my long hair and don’t care. Speaking of, does Lloyd still have his long pretty hair? I hope so, I'd be highly disappointed if he cut it off. I don’t trends, and if I did; this is one that I'd be passing on by.<br /><br />**P.S. shout out to my ladies still rocking their own hair!**</p>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-91697319892421332002009-07-13T12:16:00.003-05:002009-07-13T12:33:22.895-05:00Let Me Say This...*Looking at my last posting date* That is a damn shame. I lied to everybody, loll. I said I was gonna stick with it this time, and I have fallen off yet again! *slaps my hand. Everyone is not as consistent as that use to be though; I've noticed that. Not enough time in the day, and especially my day. I have time to sign my happy ass on Twitter though, lmao. *cough..www.twitter.com/TNookie.<br /><br />Anyway, it's Monday. I'm back on the clock and tick tockin' all the way to the money! I love getting paid, but like most of America; I'd rather not work. I'm here anyway though, after a relaxing weekend at home. Few things happened over the weekend that got my little mind to wondering why we as humans do certain things. People are so different, and actually being on the same exact page, same sentence, same letter with someone is very rare.<br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357998196295759330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUj6MKZGyFRc8nBxJjiaFt2QVEk21Y5fH_Vqi9w_X5winL2YXyVr13m_L_Py94X76Ha80r2q_tGAQQYrrCzF27lyBens6LCUaQ-Zo8oyTIL_elBwKZK_2gmy0-OPjZ_dk3yJgZU8hy9RE/s400/disagree.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><em>An association of men who will not quarrel with one another is a thing which has never yet existed, from the greatest confederacy of nations down to a town meeting or a vestry.<br /><br />- Thomas Jefferson</em></p><br /><br /><br />I've been working on not being so argumentative with people. It's one thing in having my own opinion and bustin down somebody's chops about what they personally think, vs. what I personally think. I'm going through a situation right now that is super unnecessary to me, but sort of a big deal to her. I have my opinions on it and I made them known, and so did she. We still haven't made any progress though, loll. We're stuck, because I've been backed into a corner with my hands tied behind my back. I'm not able to make any moves, because she has control of the wheel. Baby is just cruising along though. Taking her sweet time, and wearing thin on my patience. Whew! It's taking a lot out of me to stay calm, cool and collective. It's helping me out in the long run; with my patience and acceptance. This is just another thing I really can't be worried about though. People come up with their own excuses and make their own decisions in life. If those decisions don't happen to go my way in the time frame that I feel they should...oh well. Life keeps on moving, and I must keep on living! And THAT I am doing to the fullest! Catch me if u can. <br /><br />...cuz I'm gone...She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-72274260702382581692009-06-09T12:45:00.002-05:002009-06-09T12:50:53.354-05:00Tuesday Rambles Episode 10<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Okay, so I totally missed last week's post. Now, I'm too lazy to go fetch some cool pics to go along with this post. Blah.<br /><br /><br />Houston's Pride is at the end of this month. Guess I can go to the parade with all the well rounded lesbians and gays. It beats that ghetto mess they call SPLASH in Galveston. I refuse to go there and surround myself with such fuckery.<br /><br /><br />Can't wait for the Caribbean Festival July 4th weekend. Trying to get my crew together so we can all go, but it's hard to catch up with folks now days. Either way it goes, I'll be there and it'll be going down. Wonder if I can get my hands on a Jamaican girl….hm. Nice thought.<br /><br /><br />Big Brother is coming back!!!! This is one of the reasons why I dig the Summer time. Mid July it's going down!<br /><br /><br />Funniest line I've heard all day…"Are you the receptionist?" - New girl. "No, I'm the President of the company." - President of the company. Lmaooo!! The new girl was so embarrassed. I was dying laughing in front of them both.<br /><br /><br />My apartments are finally switching to Comcast. Now I can get my free services since I work for them. That'll save me $170 a month that I spend on phone, cable and internet now. W00t! The only downfall; my current provider has taken it upon themselves to cut everyone's services in the complex as of yesterday. Comcast won't be out until the 19th!!! What am I to do without my services?!<br /><br /><br />My Queen Bea decided to quit her job, and chill for a minute. I posted a blog last year when she quit the job here at the company I work for after 24 years. I'm happy for my mommy. She needs to rest and live life as she wants to. Her and my pops can both live that retired life. She seems so much more peaceful. I know my grandma's death took a toll on her, but she seems to be settling nicely. Love you mom!<br /><br /><br />A damn debt collector called my office phone today. That hasn't happened in over a year. Ugh!!! How do they find people?! Bastards. They aren't getting a dime. Well not now at least. Unless a million dollars lands in my lap out of the blue sky, they can kiss my ass. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br />Can't wait to hit the gym tonight. It's become more of a desire now, and that’s what I'd been wanting. I no longer hate it, and I actually look forward to it after a long stressful day at both of the jobs. I wake up in the morning feeling so good about myself, and surprisingly I have a great deal of energy. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br />However, how I currently feel about being at work at this moment…</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345386693803122674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrY9cf9AQmLf8aGXbI3Lzhg6C0dZJe7vu_JRLVbyD0NHvS6Y77gess-vRiFOo-i95ys82jl8f9oT4jUw9RSGfkaL3x0a7r5ZzZuAnnfRiIAMDNWstjZaVm1cg74X8Avs68gkl-5hKExg/s400/blah.bmp" border="0" />She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914310429559231890.post-65071043905058292542009-06-08T12:37:00.002-05:002009-06-08T12:45:32.762-05:00Be It. Love It. Own It.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIiAMmmxYZn7pXljahO0VxXB7DPE2hJkMDwBKBNsZ6pnSq9wQUXT3KEGEdEgTZgVDiyJ1ovRjJZC7Gt650M8orG4Fc9Mgz6BfeV49CF66ddlzyhxT_nz6gB5SC5WeO2WM3oBUYOHxVXI/s1600-h/prisim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345012712989678146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIiAMmmxYZn7pXljahO0VxXB7DPE2hJkMDwBKBNsZ6pnSq9wQUXT3KEGEdEgTZgVDiyJ1ovRjJZC7Gt650M8orG4Fc9Mgz6BfeV49CF66ddlzyhxT_nz6gB5SC5WeO2WM3oBUYOHxVXI/s400/prisim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">This week's quote/advice, whatever you want to declare it as; is once again about being just who the hell you are. It's not much that really needs to be written here, because the action is simple. Or so one would think. How hard is it really who be who you are? I guess, you have to figure out who you actually are first. Being confused in persona, mentality, sexuality, and spirituality means you have no earthly idea who you are or what you stand for. Sometimes soul searching takes a life time, because with each major event that occurs in your life's perspective changes. How you handle things even in the slightest way will change. Part of who you were yesterday, may not be who you are today. That's where those question marks come in. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">The white light streams down to be broken up by those human prisms into all the colors of the rainbow. Take your own color in the pattern and be just that.<br /><br /> - Charles R. Brown</span></em></div><div align="left"><br /><br />God made us all as individuals, and even though we may be a bit confused as times we still need to get some sort of grasp on at least part of us. I personally can have a different epiphany once a week, but I will own that epiphany and try to put it into action. I gather belief in it, and I nurture it until I see the positive results come forth from it. I try not to base who I am off of what others may think of me, or what others are doing in their personal lives. So the days I may not know left from right, I'm still claiming to be me, and only me. I may be confused at that moment, but I'm proud to be just that, because it's a part of who I am at that point in time.<br /><br />So no matter what you have going on in life, never lose sight of who you are or even who you want to be. Hopefully who you want to be is original and not like the mfer standing in your vicinity. The world lacks enough individuality and originality as it is. Whatever makes you different, be it, love it, own it! </div>She W0rd Hustlezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999499669545189687noreply@blogger.com3