Screw The Olympics, Save Da Babies

Ok, I know it’s already been announced that Chicago lost the bid for the Olympics. And seeing as I claim Chicago all day every day, I should be upset, right? Wrong. I realized that most of my friends, except for a few, agree with me. Chicago did not need to host the Olympics. Not now, and not in the near future. And let me tell you why.

I’m sure by now you all have heard about the honor student, who was NOT in a gang, that was beaten to death in Chicago. His death is one of many senseless acts of violence that occur in Chicago every day. This, above all else, is the reason I did not want Chicago to win the bid. All that energy and money, 70 billion dollars so far, that went into winning the bid was misdirected. How about saving the babies? How about putting that money into after school programs and jobs? Hell, here’s an idea: open up a center for underprivileged kids so they can have somewhere safe to be while their parents try to make a living or earn an education? Target single teen mothers so they no longer have an excuse to not finish school. Goddammit, do something. If the President and his wife and Oprah can make all these damn speeches about why Chicago needs the Olympics, and Oprah can open a school in South Africa, why the hell can’t the do something to help in their own back yard? Michelle grew up on the South Side. She knows what it’s really like out there. I am tired of reading in the paper every day that someone else has lost their son, daughter, mother, father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousin to this bullshit! I refuse to sit by and watch the younger generation kill themselves off. Screw the Olympics; save the babies.

Po Lil Tink Tink

I know it's old, but I loves me some Kat Williams. Is it true he retired from stand up? I just don't understand why people throw away their bread and butter when they get a small dose of fame. Doesn't he have like 9 kids to feed? Anyway, enjoy the video heffas!

Need Some Advice

I know I haven't blogged in a while, and it's because I really don't have the time. I'm hoping that the few of you who have me listed in your blog rolls will notice this post and respond. You see, I have a dilemma.

My hubby hasn't spent time with his brother since he was a toddler. Said brother is now 18, and visiting for a couple of weeks. MY 20 year old VERY pregnant sister is staying with us for a while. We drove to Chicago and back in one weekend. We left Chicago 3 pm Sunday and made it home 9:15 am Monday, so I had to take the day off, cuz I did ALL the driving (hubby has no license). Anyway, since we've gotten back, I feel like my hubby hasn't made any effort to spend alone time with me. I'm used to getting off work and chilling with him until I go to bed. I've had to share him since last Thursday. When I get home, he and his brother are playing the game. I can either watch them play, go chill with my sis in her room or on the couch, or go in my room ALONE. We all eat dinner together and watch something, then I go to bed ALONE. Then the two of them are up together until one of them calls it quits.

Now, my question is, am I being selfish to want some time with my husband? I know he hasn't really been around his brother in like 16 years, but damnit, don't I deserve some attention, too? Do I really have to be neglected because 'I'm his wife and I'm gonna be there forever; his brother won't' (his words, not mine)? I mean, seriously, if you're gonna stay up with him, why can't you tear yourself away from him for just an hour and come and spend some quality time with your wife? Please, people, help me out on this one!

The King Is Dead

Ya'll know I have to come out of blogger hiatus today. Michael Jackson died yesterday. Farrah Fawcett died yesterday. Ed McMahon died Tuesday. And ya'll know my theory. When the good ones go back to back like that, it means we're going to hell in a hand basket.

Now, I don't agree with Michael's choice of sexual activity, but you can't deny that he is one of the few entertainers that EVERYONE world wide knows. His music crossed all boundaries. My prayers go out to all 3 families, and they will all be missed.

*True story- I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness, same as the Jacksons. I couldn't have been more than 10, and I was at the Kingdom Hall with my family, when guess who sneaks in the back? Michael Jackson. He sat quietly with his mother and they snuck out before it was over. Didn't really speak to anyone, although he did wave to those who spoke to him. I bet you anything my great Aunt is telling anyone who'll listen she had a long drawn out convo with him and they hugged and blah blah blah, lol. Anyway, RIP to you all.

Edward Leo Peter "Ed" McMahon, Jr.

March 6, 1923 – June 23, 2009

Farrah Fawcett

February 2, 1947 — June 25, 2009

Michael Joseph Jackson

August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

The Young Keep Dying Young

I am a HUGE Angel fan. That was my show! A little while ago when they started showing the entire series from the beginning on cable, I would record it on the DVR so I could watch it after work, because of course it came on at 6 and 7 IN THE MORNING!!! lol Anyway, it hurts my heart to hear Andy Hallet, bka the lovable green demon Lorne, has died at the age of 33 from a 5 year battle with heart disease March 29. RIP Lorne, and I know when you do your number for the Big Guy, he'll see what a big heart you have and how many devoted fans will miss you.








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Unbelievable

I don't believe this. All this was really unnecessary. Click here to read the original story and watch the video.

Now, I don't care that the guy involved is a professional football player. Let's pretend he's just regular Joe from down the street. Yes, he was in the wrong for running the red light, and the stop signs. But when he repeatedly told him his mother-in-law was dying, and then the hospital staff came out to confirm it, did he really have to drag it out like that? I think that cop purposely procrastinated, and as a result, the father and son-in-law missed the last moments of their loved one's life. I've said it once, and I'll say it again, I can't stand crooked cops. SMDH. My prayers go out to the family.

Happy Birthday To Me!

It's my birthday people! Yay! And I'm here stuck at work. However, I am laughing my ass off and it's all because of Jamie Foxx and his Foxxhole radio show. I went and found the link to the episode where they go hard on Kat Williams back in December when he challenged Steve Harvey. Anyway, have a laugh on me, and go out and get twisted tonight, cuz I damn sure am! Later, heffas!

Foxxhole

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

In honor of St Patrick's day, I've decided to do some trivia. Answer correctly and you get a prize! Not really, but seriously, see if you can answer these questions correctly and I'll update it before the end of the day with the answers.

- What nationality was St. Patrick?

- Why do we wear green on St. Patrick's Day?

- What North American river is dyed green every year in honor of St. Patrick's day?

Think you can answer them? Good luck, heffas!

Get The Hell Outta Here!

I'm not sure how many of ya'll out there have heard about the hickness that is Southern Maryland. Let's just say this place is hick country.

Anyway, look at this bullshit :

At approximately 1:30 a.m. on Sunday, March 8, units from Bay District Fire Department and Lexington Park Rescue Squad responded to a call for a woman bleeding in Lexington Park.

A man told authorities that he had placed a sex toy on a saber saw blade and that the blade had sawed through the plastic and severely wounded the woman. Trooper 7 transported the woman to PG Hospital. The case remains under investigation at this time. No word on the condition of the woman at this time.

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Get the fuck outta here! What the hell was going through her mind?! There is no way in HELL I would have allowed that shyt! They do make toys you can plug in the wall that WON'T CUT YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH! I swear, sometimes people deserve the shyt that happens to them. Just in case ya'll aren't tool savvy (I damn sure am not), I googled the saw and found this picture:

Now that I think about it, I hope they charge his dumb ass. Her, too. I am too through with this damn city. I'm moving back home damnit! Fucking retards.

One of my favorite comedians, Bill Engvall has a bit where he talks about stupid people and one where he talks about warning labels on products. I'm pretty sure the makers of power saws never thought they would see the day where they would have to add: WARNING. DO NOT USE ON/IN GENITALS to their damn product!

Bill also says stupid people should wear a sign that says I'm Stupid so the rest of the world knows they're stupid and therefore avoid stupid shyt like this!

Here's your sign, dumbass

So Precious

In all the fuckery that is everyday life, it's nice to be able to post something precious.

I'm just happy it's not some 2 year old talkin bout 'If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it.'

Keep on singin, lil baby. Keep on singing.

There's Hope For Us Yet

I am thoroughly convinced the world is going to hell in a handbasket. But every so often, something happens that gives me a little hope and makes my heart smile.

The story is too long to post, so I'll do a recap. The captain of a high school basketball team lost his mother hours before he was supposed to play a team from out of state. He shows up later at the game and wants to play, resulting in a technical foul and 2 free throws for the away team. Instead of taking the points, the coach and captain of the opposing team decide to miss the free throws on purpose to show support for the grieving boy.

The story goes on some more, but that was just really touching for me. It just proves not everyone is so totally consumed with themselves. Some people still know how to show compassion for others.

I've decided today I am going to go out of my way to make at least one person smile. I don't have much to give, but I figure if I can share the gift of happiness, it's a start.

Friday the 13th

13 is my favorite number, and since it is the first Friday the 13th out of 3 this year (one in March and another in November), I decided to share this info I saw on Yahoo! about this unlucky day. Enjoy, heffas. And yes, I am going to see the movie tonight!

1. The British Navy built a ship named Friday the 13th. On its maiden voyage, the vessel left dock on a Friday the 13th, and was never heard from again.

2. The ill-fated Apollo 13 launched at 13:13 CST on Apr. 11, 1970. The sum of the date's digits (4-11-70) is 13 (as in 4+1+1+7+0 = 13). And the explosion that crippled the spacecraft occurred on April 13 (not a Friday). The crew did make it back to Earth safely, however.

3. Many hospitals have no room 13, while some tall buildings skip the 13th floor.

4. Fear of Friday the 13th - one of the most popular myths in science - is called paraskavedekatriaphobia as well as friggatriskaidekaphobia. Triskaidekaphobia is fear of the number 13.

5. Quarterback Dan Marino wore No. 13 throughout his career with the Miami Dolphins. Despite being a superb quarterback (some call him one of the best ever), he got to the Super Bowl just once, in 1985, and was trounced 38-16 by the San Francisco 49ers and Joe Montana (who wore No. 16 and won all four Super Bowls he played in).

6. Butch Cassidy, notorious American train and bank robber, was born on Friday, April 13, 1866.

7. Fidel Castro was born on Friday, Aug. 13, 1926.

8. President Franklin D. Roosevelt would not travel on the 13th day of any month and would never host 13 guests at a meal. Napoleon and Herbert Hoover were also triskaidekaphobic, with an abnormal fear of the number 13.

9. Superstitious diners in Paris can hire a quatorzieme, or professional 14th guest.

10. Mark Twain once was the 13th guest at a dinner party. A friend warned him not to go. "It was bad luck," Twain later told the friend. "They only had food for 12."

11. Woodrow Wilson considered 13 his lucky number, though his experience didn't support such faith. He arrived in Normandy, France on Friday, Dec. 13, 1918, for peace talks, only to return with a treaty he couldn't get Congress to sign. (The ship's crew wanted to dock the next day due to superstitions, Fernsler said.) He toured the United States to rally support for the treaty, and while traveling, suffered a near-fatal stroke.

12. The number 13 suffers from its position after 12, according to numerologists who consider the latter to be a complete number - 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, 12 apostles of Jesus, 12 days of Christmas and 12 eggs in a dozen.

13. The seals on the back of a dollar bill include 13 steps on the pyramid, 13 stars above the eagle's head, 13 war arrows in the eagle's claw and 13 leaves on the olive branch. So far there's been no evidence tying these long-ago design decisions to the present economic situation .

Tyler Perry Throwbacks

The hubby hasn't quite agreed to take me to see Madea Goes To Jail, but I can sense it's coming. hahaha Anyway, I'm all fired up and rets to go, but I still have weeks to wait. Damn. Instead, here's a little Tyler Perry throwback for you today. How many of the 2 readers I still have left (haha, I crack myself up) can recognize which play this is?

Blog For Choice

Today is the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, and as such, it is Blog for Choice Day. Now, I would have never known this if i wasn't over at Glennisha Morgan's blog, but since I found it, I have decided to contribute.

The topic for this year is: What is your top pro-choice hope for President Obama and/or the new Congress?

First, let me state my stance. Obviously I am pro-choice since I am participating today. But, I do not believe in abortion as an option for myself. Me and my new hubby recently got into a heated debate over this topic. He wanted me to reassure him if I was ever rapped or cheated and became pregnant, I would not keep the baby because it would be too much for him to look at that child everyday and remember either what I did or what happened to me. At first, I was strongly opposed because I feel a baby is a blessing either way. After a little while, I had to admit I saw his point, and amended. The point is, though, it's still my choice because it's my body, and it should always be that way. Every woman has the right to decide what to do with her body. Every couple should have that choice, just like me and my husband. That choice should never be taken away.

My top pro-choice hope is to do away with any anti-abortion legislation. In every state and every city across our nation, women should have the option to have safe, legal abortions if they so chose. In any case (abortion, adoption, or keeping the baby), it is my hope resources become more readily available. When I say resources, I mean agencies that will aid in the process as well as counseling. No woman should feel cornered, pressured or hopeless. And she should always feel it is her choice.

Madea Goes To Jail

I know I said I wanted to write about things with substance, but by now I'm pretty sure ya'll know how much I love Tyler Perry. So I had to post these promo pics from his upcoming film, Madea Goes To Jail. I can not wait to go and see this!

On another note, I have been giving some thought to what Mr. D says about Tyler Perry films. Do you think he's making money off of keeping women down and depressed? Even I have to agree with him when he says most of his plots involve a woman being done wrong by a man, and coming up roses in the end. Of course, I see absolutely nothing wrong with movies that show women in bad situations who by the end learn how to change them. I mean, that type of thing comes on Lifetime everyday, right? So what's the big deal if a former homeless man found something he's good at and turned it into a multi million dollar business venture? Hell, I'd do the same thing in a heartbeat! And yes, his movies tend to recycle the same storyline, but no one forces you to watch if you don't' want, right? Even I have learned to stop trying to get Mr. D to watch with me. If he does, fabulous. If not, whatever, I can watch alone.

Seriously, though, what do you out there in the blogosphere think?

Please Excuse My Absence

It seems like forever since the last time I blogged. So much has happened since then and now. So, let me explain.





I was taking a break from blogging. Reason being is I looked over everything I wrote in the past and decided it was time for a change. When I was a little girl, I desperately wanted to be a writer. And even though I know my blog doesn't reach very many people, I decided to give it an overhaul and turn it into a substantial read, not just a random commentary.





However, December 23, tragedy once again struck my family. This time, it was senseless and completely unexpected. Little Miss P, my niece Promiss, who looked exactly like me when I was a baby, died. She would have been 2 January 1. My sister called me at work from Chicago. At first, she was crying hysterically and I had no idea what was going on. Needless to say, when she finally collected herself, the words she said will haunt me forever. I broke down so bad, I had to be taken home and sedated.







How does a happy, healthy, almost 2-year-old just up and die? She didn't. I'll spare you the details (you can google it if you want), but she was molested and died from blunt force trauma. And the guy who did it originally tried to say she died from choking on Cheetos. AND this 27-year-old sorry excuse for a man was on probation after serving time due to biting and punching a 3-year-old boy 5 years prior. How did my beloved niece end up in the presence of such a monster? He was at his cousin's house, who was babysitting my niece, and she had no knowledge of his priors.





My beautiful baby niece, who was the light of my family, was buried December 30, 2 days before her birthday, because my sister couldn't bear to bury her baby the day before her birthday. I had been crocheting her a blanket for her birthday. I was going to finish it so she could be buried with it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Sometime soon, I hope I can finish it and make a shadow box for her.





In the midst of all this heart crushing tragedy, Mr. D and I got married at the courthouse New Year's Eve. We had already decided to do it earlier that month, and after all the tragedy we experienced in 2008, we decided we could not wait any longer to officially be married, and therefore family. He has been my rock, and I love him to death, and I am now Mrs. D! But, for now, I'm still Miss P. :-)





Unfortunately, we didn't get a real honeymoon. January 5, I had to have ovarian surgery to remove a cyst from my right ovary. When my doctor got in there, my right ovary had swollen to twice the normal size because of the cyst! I also had a small cyst on my left ovary, which my doctor also removed.





I spent the last week at home being spoiled senseless by my new husband. I didn't have to lift a finger if I didn't want to, and was rarely allowed to lift them when I did want to. We had a little scare Wednesday, though. I had 2 bumps under the tape on one of my sutures, and they looked kind of puss filled to me. Fearing an infection, we went to the doctor. Turned out they were just blisters from the tape. Solution: place a heating pad on them until they pop. They swole up so big, eww. And now I have two black scabs on my tummy. :'(





I have been through so much mental, emotional, and physical trauma in under the span of one month. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Sometime in the next couple of months, I have to go see a specialist to see if I'm developing glaucoma. Ain't life grand?





Anyway, that's the reason I took a break. I am back at work, a little refreshed, but determined to go on. And you can best believe I have more to disclose in the days to come. So stay with me, people! Ya'll are family now. :-)





Love ya lots,


Miss P



Excuse the mess. We had just moved and were still unpacking.