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My First Blog Entry

The PURSUIT of happiness

August 26, 2013

So.....recently, a friend and I were engaged in a conversation about the roles of pursuit. I advised him that men do not pursue anymore. This conclusion has been formed due to my observation that men DO NOT have to pursue anymore. This is evident in the amount of "thirsty" women out here that will do anything and everything to get AND keep a man.

There has definitely been an overwhelming reversal of roles. To the point, that I honestly feel like some men do not know how to pursue anymore. Back in the days, men found pleasure in pursuing women. It's like it gave them a rush or something...and women, WELL.....they absolutely loved it as well....There is an exhilarating high that a woman gets when they put an abundance amount of work into themselves in hopes of being pursued. Like.... drilling over careful details of our appearance(you know that 360 turn that we do in the full-length mirror to ensure that we are not looking too ho'ish to draw the playa/ dog type but showing just enough skin to let the "right type" know, YEP, I'm a lady but I can be a bad girl too)

I believe when we, as women, try to take on the role of the man, more times than few, we come up feeling confused, looking overly anxious and "SHAWT" (aka short). Now, let me say this, I have known some women who have seen what they wanted(the man), took their heels off, put on their sneakers, laced them up and went out there, flipped the script and walked off with the prize(the man AND the ring). For those women, I salute you. However for a shy and traditional girl like myself, ummm...that's not only unthinkable but damn near nerve wrecking just thinking it.

When men actively pursue the woman, it's fulfilling the natural, innate desire in BOTH OF US. The man is acting on what has been instilled in them since the beginning of time and the woman, the same....Women are receivers by nature and we welcome the receipt of serious, genuine, sincere and respectable pursuit by a man. Notice, I said MAN not BOY, we will discuss that later(stay tuned to the next episode). When the roles of pursuit are followed by traditional standards, the PURSUIT of happiness can then be fulfilled and recognized in all it's ingenuity that it's meant to be.....In other words...."Chicks....fall back, be yourself, show that you are indeed interested, acknowledge that you NEED a man for some things and let nature take it's course."

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GET YO HAND OUT MY POCKET!

August 27, 2013

So.....it's definitely safe to say that I'm a big girl(LITERALLY). However, I have also recognized that my prodigious frame houses and even bigger heart. The problem with having an enormous heart is that you have an overwhelming desire to help almost anyone and everyone. That, my friends, can cause inevitable heartache and depletion.

Have you ever felt like there is someone or something that is always trying to take away from what you have? It doesn't necessarily have to be materialistic or financially but sometimes it could be just PEACE OF MIND. The truth of the matter is that, there is always going to be some type of force that will be on a steadfast mission to unnerve the very core of your being. It seems like every time that I am face to face with one of these forces, for some reason I think of one of my favorite lines of the movie, Malcolm X....."GET YO HAND OUT MY POCKET!!"

I am learning almost on a DAILY basis to not allow people/things to rob me of the elements that have helped sustain my serenity and sanity. Whenever, I am faced with people who do not share the same mentality as myself and it is clearly evident that anger and hostility is a part of their daily operation, I chuckle to myself and remember my line "GET YO HAND OUT MY POCKET!!"

My "pocket" symbolically represents my SOUL, my SPIRIT and my HEART. I am a firm believer that God deposits beneficial "golden nuggets" into our hearts and souls through the utilization of trials, tribulations and blessings. Unfortunately, there are things/persons out here that are a mission and make it their purpose to rob us of these things.

I have learned to recognize it for what it is. These things/persons are just operating in their assigned positions. There is always going to be something/someone that tries to take out of your "pocket" and that's fine, accept that. This will never change. However, you have to see it for what it is, prepare yourself for the attack and be able to quote to that same thing, "I know what you are and what you are attempting to do, but...Partna, Imma need you to "GET YO HAND OUT MY POCKET!!"

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Am I my brother's keeper....we all we got!!

January 23, 2017

So...I am a 70s baby but the 80s raised me(you didn't know I could rhyme, did you, Ha!). Meaning, I was born in 197------something like that, but I grew up in the 80s and 90s. During my era, a wonderful, intriguing, and one of the greatest societal forces, HipHop was created. HipHop was one of the illest(translation, phenomenal) lifestyle expression that was ever born. I loved it and still do! Especially growing up, I was fascinated by it! I loved everything about it, from the movies, to the clothes, to the songs, to the lyrics, I couldn't get enough. One of my most memorable moments of growing up with HipHop is when the movie, New Jack City came out. Whaaat??!! I remember that it came out when I was in middle school and my friends and I all wanted to go to see it. Sure, it had a R rating but that didn't matter to us. I remember I begged my mom and my stepfather to take me to see it and they finally broke down and did. I was not disappointed! It captivated my attention for the entire 1 hour and 41 minutes that it showed in the Carolina Circle 6 theater(yep, I took it way back, Greensboro). One of my favorite lines from the movie is when Nino Brown found out that Gee Money had cut a side deal with the Feds(I know the ENTIRE MOVIE, trust me) and Nino Brown was about to murder Gee Money. I remember Gee Money pleading for his life. One of his final pleas, well more like a question, was "Am I my brother's keeper...CMB, we all we got!". In a flash, Nino Brown finished him. I remember thinking at that moment, "Wow, that's cold blooded.". I couldn't decipher in my young 13-year old mind, how someone could be so cruel. I mean, yeah, Gee Money had messed up, but they were brothers, weren't they??(Yeah, I get caught up in movies, lol)

Fast forward over 20 years later and New Jack City is still one of my favorite movies. However, the murdering of Gee Money no longer bothers me. As a matter of fact, I'm totally immune to the scene. I justify his murder by saying, "You shouldn't have double crossed, Nino...you knew that ninja was crazy." How is it that when I was child, I could not understand the murdering of someone's own close friend or brother but in my adulthood, I could? I'll tell you how! I witnessed it many times in life. I hear about it on the news almost every night, if I choose to watch the news. I hear about it in rap songs, IF I choose to listen to them, and I still see them in movies. I've never experienced being double crossed or knew of someone being murdered by a good friend or brother personally, but like I said, I've definitely heard of it. How did we become such a society or a community that has grown use to a "brother" taking another "brother's" life? How can we justify the killings of people in our community by saying "that they shouldn't have crossed them." When I refer to killing, I am not merely speaking of, the actual crime, I am also referring to, sitting by and watching people amongst us, waste away. Be it, by drugs, by self-harming themselves, by selling drugs, or just blatant disrespect. Why did we become so "okay" with this? I can only speak for myself and even though it requires a great deed of transparency on my part, I'll go ahead. Besides, when I became a blogger, that was like taking an oath to expose myself AND my thoughts to society. So here goes...

I've justified my ignorance of people in my community being destroyed or harmed by saying, "they should've known better." In my mind, everyone was raised by a church going grandmother like myself and they had to be in church every day of the week except Mondays and Tuesdays. Everyone, like myself, was taught right from wrong and taught if you do certain things, there are consequences and repercussions that you must face. So in other words, "You should know better, so why don't you do better?" The brutal truth is this, a lot of people were not raised the same as me. That doesn't make me better or them, that just means that they had to take different roads in life. Some people grew up with witnessing the killing and destroying of other people all their lives so to them it's the norm. Now, does this make it ok for them to kill or destroy other people? Absolutely not! There has to be a life turning moment for

them that says "This is wrong, I may have grew up in this environment but I am not a product of my environment." I guess, what I'm trying to say is I truly dream of the day when we will genuinely care about what happens to each other. When we recognize, that whatever happens to our "brother or sisters", ultimately happens to or impact us as well. We've got to become each other's keeper. Because guess what, there's a new sheriff in town and I truly believe he could care less about what happens with us, to us, or by us. We've got to start looking out for each other. That's the only way, we're going to survive. I could go on but that's a whole other blog post, so I'll just holla at ya later....

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January 23, 2017

So...I am a 70s baby but the 80s raised me(you didn't know I could rhyme, did you, Ha!). Meaning, I was born in 197------something like that, but I grew up in the 80s and 90s. During my era, a wonderful, intriguing, and one of the greatest societal forces, HipHop was created. HipHop was one of the illest(translation, phenomenal) lifestyle expression that was ever born. I loved it and still do! Especially growing up, I was fascinated by it! I loved everything about it, from the movies, to the clothes, to the songs, to the lyrics, I couldn't get enough. One of my most memorable moments of growing up with HipHop is when the movie, New Jack City came out. Whaaat??!! I remember that it came out when I was in middle school and my friends and I all wanted to go to see it. Sure, it had a R rating but that didn't matter to us. I remember I begged my mom and my stepfather to take me to see it and they finally broke down and did. I was not disappointed! It captivated my attention for the entire 1 hour and 41 minutes that it showed in the Carolina Circle 6 theater(yep, I took it way back, Greensboro). One of my favorite lines from the movie is when Nino Brown found out that Gee Money had cut a side deal with the Feds(I know the ENTIRE MOVIE, trust me) and Nino Brown was about to murder Gee Money. I remember Gee Money pleading for his life. One of his final pleas, well more like a question, was "Am I my brother's keeper...CMB, we all we got!". In a flash, Nino Brown finished him. I remember thinking at that moment, "Wow, that's cold blooded.". I couldn't decipher in my young 13-year old mind, how someone could be so cruel. I mean, yeah, Gee Money had messed up, but they were brothers, weren't they??(Yeah, I get caught up in movies, lol)

Fast forward over 20 years later and New Jack City is still one of my favorite movies. However, the murdering of Gee Money no longer bothers me. As a matter of fact, I'm totally immune to the scene. I justify his murder by saying, "You shouldn't have double crossed, Nino...you knew that ninja was crazy." How is it that when I was child, I could not understand the murdering of someone's own close friend or brother but in my adulthood, I could? I'll tell you how! I witnessed it many times in life. I hear about it on the news almost every night, if I choose to watch the news. I hear about it in rap songs, IF I choose to listen to them, and I still see them in movies. I've never experienced being double crossed or knew of someone being murdered by a good friend or brother personally, but like I said, I've definitely heard of it. How did we become such a society or a community that has grown use to a "brother" taking another "brother's" life? How can we justify the killings of people in our community by saying "that they shouldn't have crossed them." When I refer to killing, I am not merely speaking of, the actual crime, I am also referring to, sitting by and watching people amongst us, waste away. Be it, by drugs, by self-harming themselves, by selling drugs, or just blatant disrespect. Why did we become so "okay" with this? I can only speak for myself and even though it requires a great deed of transparency on my part, I'll go ahead. Besides, when I became a blogger, that was like taking an oath to expose myself AND my thoughts to society. So here goes...

I've justified my ignorance of people in my community being destroyed or harmed by saying, "they should've known better." In my mind, everyone was raised by a church going grandmother like myself and they had to be in church every day of the week except Mondays and Tuesdays. Everyone, like myself, was taught right from wrong and taught if you do certain things, there are consequences and repercussions that you must face. So in other words, "You should know better, so why don't you do better?" The brutal truth is this, a lot of people were not raised the same as me. That doesn't make me better or them, that just means that they had to take different roads in life. Some people grew up with witnessing the killing and destroying of other people all their lives so to them it's the norm. Now, does this make it ok for them to kill or destroy other people? Absolutely not! There has to be a life turning moment for

them that says "This is wrong, I may have grew up in this environment but I am not a product of my environment." I guess, what I'm trying to say is I truly dream of the day when we will genuinely care about what happens to each other. When we recognize, that whatever happens to our "brother or sisters", ultimately happens to or impact us as well. We've got to become each other's keeper. Because guess what, there's a new sheriff in town and I truly believe he could care less about what happens with us, to us, or by us. We've got to start looking out for each other. That's the only way, we're going to survive. I could go on but that's a whole other blog post, so I'll just holla at ya later....

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Am I my brother's keeper....we all we got!!

January 23, 2017

So...I am a 70s baby but the 80s raised me(you didn't know I could rhyme, did you, Ha!). Meaning, I was born in 197------something like that, but I grew up in the 80s and 90s. During my era, a wonderful, intriguing, and one of the greatest societal forces, HipHop was created. HipHop was one of the illest(translation, phenomenal) lifestyle expression that was ever born. I loved it and still do! Especially growing up, I was fascinated by it! I loved everything about it, from the movies, to the clothes, to the songs, to the lyrics, I couldn't get enough. One of my most memorable moments of growing up with HipHop is when the movie, New Jack City came out. Whaaat??!! I remember that it came out when I was in middle school and my friends and I all wanted to go to see it. Sure, it had a R rating but that didn't matter to us. I remember I begged my mom and my stepfather to take me to see it and they finally broke down and did. I was not disappointed! It captivated my attention for the entire 1 hour and 41 minutes that it showed in the Carolina Circle 6 theater(yep, I took it way back, Greensboro). One of my favorite lines from the movie is when Nino Brown found out that Gee Money had cut a side deal with the Feds(I know the ENTIRE MOVIE, trust me) and Nino Brown was about to murder Gee Money. I remember Gee Money pleading for his life. One of his final pleas, well more like a question, was "Am I my brother's keeper...CMB, we all we got!". In a flash, Nino Brown finished him. I remember thinking at that moment, "Wow, that's cold blooded.". I couldn't decipher in my young 13-year old mind, how someone could be so cruel. I mean, yeah, Gee Money had messed up, but they were brothers, weren't they??(Yeah, I get caught up in movies, lol)

Fast forward over 20 years later and New Jack City is still one of my favorite movies. However, the murdering of Gee Money no longer bothers me. As a matter of fact, I'm totally immune to the scene. I justify his murder by saying, "You shouldn't have double crossed, Nino...you knew that ninja was crazy." How is it that when I was child, I could not understand the murdering of someone's own close friend or brother but in my adulthood, I could? I'll tell you how! I witnessed it many times in life. I hear about it on the news almost every night, if I choose to watch the news. I hear about it in rap songs, IF I choose to listen to them, and I still see them in movies. I've never experienced being double crossed or knew of someone being murdered by a good friend or brother personally, but like I said, I've definitely heard of it. How did we become such a society or a community that has grown use to a "brother" taking another "brother's" life? How can we justify the killings of people in our community by saying "that they shouldn't have crossed them." When I refer to killing, I am not merely speaking of, the actual crime, I am also referring to, sitting by and watching people amongst us, waste away. Be it, by drugs, by self-harming themselves, by selling drugs, or just blatant disrespect. Why did we become so "okay" with this? I can only speak for myself and even though it requires a great deed of transparency on my part, I'll go ahead. Besides, when I became a blogger, that was like taking an oath to expose myself AND my thoughts to society. So here goes...

I've justified my ignorance of people in my community being destroyed or harmed by saying, "they should've known better." In my mind, everyone was raised by a church going grandmother like myself and they had to be in church every day of the week except Mondays and Tuesdays. Everyone, like myself, was taught right from wrong and taught if you do certain things, there are consequences and repercussions that you must face. So in other words, "You should know better, so why don't you do better?" The brutal truth is this, a lot of people were not raised the same as me. That doesn't make me better or them, that just means that they had to take different roads in life. Some people grew up with witnessing the killing and destroying of other people all their lives so to them it's the norm. Now, does this make it ok for them to kill or destroy other people? Absolutely not! There has to be a life turning moment for

them that says "This is wrong, I may have grew up in this environment but I am not a product of my environment." I guess, what I'm trying to say is I truly dream of the day when we will genuinely care about what happens to each other. When we recognize, that whatever happens to our "brother or sisters", ultimately happens to or impact us as well. We've got to become each other's keeper. Because guess what, there's a new sheriff in town and I truly believe he could care less about what happens with us, to us, or by us. We've got to start looking out for each other. That's the only way, we're going to survive. I could go on but that's a whole other blog post, so I'll just holla at ya later....

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Am I my brother's keeper....we all we got!!

January 23, 2017

So...I am a 70s baby but the 80s raised me(you didn't know I could rhyme, did you, Ha!). Meaning, I was born in 197------something like that, but I grew up in the 80s and 90s. During my era, a wonderful, intriguing, and one of the greatest societal forces, HipHop was created. HipHop was one of the illest(translation, phenomenal) lifestyle expression that was ever born. I loved it and still do! Especially growing up, I was fascinated by it! I loved everything about it, from the movies, to the clothes, to the songs, to the lyrics, I couldn't get enough. One of my most memorable moments of growing up with HipHop is when the movie, New Jack City came out. Whaaat??!! I remember that it came out when I was in middle school and my friends and I all wanted to go to see it. Sure, it had a R rating but that didn't matter to us. I remember I begged my mom and my stepfather to take me to see it and they finally broke down and did. I was not disappointed! It captivated my attention for the entire 1 hour and 41 minutes that it showed in the Carolina Circle 6 theater(yep, I took it way back, Greensboro). One of my favorite lines from the movie is when Nino Brown found out that Gee Money had cut a side deal with the Feds(I know the ENTIRE MOVIE, trust me) and Nino Brown was about to murder Gee Money. I remember Gee Money pleading for his life. One of his final pleas, well more like a question, was "Am I my brother's keeper...CMB, we all we got!". In a flash, Nino Brown finished him. I remember thinking at that moment, "Wow, that's cold blooded.". I couldn't decipher in my young 13-year old mind, how someone could be so cruel. I mean, yeah, Gee Money had messed up, but they were brothers, weren't they??(Yeah, I get caught up in movies, lol)

Fast forward over 20 years later and New Jack City is still one of my favorite movies. However, the murdering of Gee Money no longer bothers me. As a matter of fact, I'm totally immune to the scene. I justify his murder by saying, "You shouldn't have double crossed, Nino...you knew that ninja was crazy." How is it that when I was child, I could not understand the murdering of someone's own close friend or brother but in my adulthood, I could? I'll tell you how! I witnessed it many times in life. I hear about it on the news almost every night, if I choose to watch the news. I hear about it in rap songs, IF I choose to listen to them, and I still see them in movies. I've never experienced being double crossed or knew of someone being murdered by a good friend or brother personally, but like I said, I've definitely heard of it. How did we become such a society or a community that has grown use to a "brother" taking another "brother's" life? How can we justify the killings of people in our community by saying "that they shouldn't have crossed them." When I refer to killing, I am not merely speaking of, the actual crime, I am also referring to, sitting by and watching people amongst us, waste away. Be it, by drugs, by self-harming themselves, by selling drugs, or just blatant disrespect. Why did we become so "okay" with this? I can only speak for myself and even though it requires a great deed of transparency on my part, I'll go ahead. Besides, when I became a blogger, that was like taking an oath to expose myself AND my thoughts to society. So here goes...

I've justified my ignorance of people in my community being destroyed or harmed by saying, "they should've known better." In my mind, everyone was raised by a church going grandmother like myself and they had to be in church every day of the week except Mondays and Tuesdays. Everyone, like myself, was taught right from wrong and taught if you do certain things, there are consequences and repercussions that you must face. So in other words, "You should know better, so why don't you do better?" The brutal truth is this, a lot of people were not raised the same as me. That doesn't make me better or them, that just means that they had to take different roads in life. Some people grew up with witnessing the killing and destroying of other people all their lives so to them it's the norm. Now, does this make it ok for them to kill or destroy other people? Absolutely not! There has to be a life turning moment for

them that says "This is wrong, I may have grew up in this environment but I am not a product of my environment." I guess, what I'm trying to say is I truly dream of the day when we will genuinely care about what happens to each other. When we recognize, that whatever happens to our "brother or sisters", ultimately happens to or impact us as well. We've got to become each other's keeper. Because guess what, there's a new sheriff in town and I truly believe he could care less about what happens with us, to us, or by us. We've got to start looking out for each other. That's the only way, we're going to survive. I could go on but that's a whole other blog post, so I'll just holla at ya later....