Just a story...
Okay, I know I have issues, but what makes Felicia think she can just play me like that? I was standing in front of Mickey, telling him about my plans for after school and here she comes, waltzing in front of him, batting her nasty, fake lashes. Can you believe this chick? She stood there with one hand on her hip, filling my nostrils with her dollar store perfume.
"Can I help you?"
"Naw, I'm wanna talk to Mickey."
"Well, we're in the middle of a conversation right now."
I squared off, looking her up and down. Check her out! I mean damn, why is she always trying to irritate me? It's not like I plan my days plotting on ways to get in the mix with her, but she’s always seeking me out, starting shit. I'm not even going to give her the satisfaction...at least for now. I turned around to wrap up the conversation with Mickey and he looked a bit confused as I walked off down the hallway, leaving him with IT. Wait until the Spring Fling bitch... I'll fix your ass then.
Just A Story HS
I need constant motivation to get through the things I've got going on with myself and it's amazing the things that ring clear in my mind when I'm still enough to listen. I woke up the other morning and immediately reached under my pillow and took out my book, God's Promises for Every Day, and randomly picked a page to read. What I found has been sticking in my mind for a while now... I'm compelled to write it:
We want each of you to go on with the same hard work all your lives so you will surely get what you hope for. We do not want you to become lazy. Be like those who through faith and patience will receive what God has promised. These two things cannot change: God cannot lie when he makes a promise, and he cannot lie when he makes an oath. These things encourage us who came to God for safety. They give us strength to hold on to the hope we have been given. We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, sure and strong. It enters behind the curtain in the Most Holy Place in heaven, where Jesus has gone ahead of us and for us. He has become the high priest forever, a priest like Melchizedek. - Hebrews 6:11-12, 18-20
Motivation Hold on
I love that movie, Young Guns II. The way those regulators climbed on top of their horses reminds me of my husband and his friends...
What are we doing today? That's how every conversation starts when it comes time for my husband to ride his CBR1000. From the time the annuals start to peek in the front yard and the weatherman makes his "what-a-beautiful-day" proclamations, I am frequently surrounded by bikes. They're on the TV (think Midnight Club 3 and the Speed Channel), they're out front of the house, they're zooming by me on the street, and even my son has his own miniature speed bike... It seems everywhere I look; there they are - thanks to my bike-loving husband. As I type this, he is somewhere ripping up the pavement on the Beltway and yeah, I’ve joined him a few times, even bought myself a helmet and a Joe Rocket jacket, but I’m just not into it as much as he is. Oooo weee, did it drive me nuts when he wanted to go to Black Bike Week with his friends. I’ve heard and seen all the crazy things that go on down there, yet I was okay with him going because, as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I doubt my heart could stand another week long vacation away from him. I guess I'll have to prepare myself for the clouds of smoke I'm bound to see from the burnouts in the neighborhood or the robust smell of exhaust fumes that will inevitably fill my home when he walks through the door. It was no surprise that one of his latest contributions to the mag was a poem about those rockets… Yup, spring is here…
Racers black bikers we ride rockets black bike week
The Headline Reads:Housefly Gets Glasses
Going through my emails and came across this interesting story. This housefly is giving Three Six Mafia a run for their money! LOL! I gotta stay flyyyyyyy!
3 6 Mafia I'm so fly
Yesterday, my good friend Laura and I found ourselves in a sea of media/creative types attending an advanced showing of the new DreamWorks movie, Over the Hedge (think popular comic strip by Michael Fry and T Lewis) at the Regal Cinemas in Chinatown. Now usually Laura has to force me to go places and this outing was no different, but when I stepped into the pre-screening reception, I felt so at home! I watched all the writers, photographers, etc. wondering how they made it "here" and what could I/Soulful Synergy do to stay constantly in the know. As we waited around eating our continental breakfast, I silently seethed for not bringing my camera to the screening-UGH, but thank goodness for the camera phone that Laura had. I made good use of it as we sat in our top-row-right-in-the-middle movie seats listening to the Director of the film, Tim Johnson, tell us about the great effort that went into making Hedge. Tim turned it over to the CEO of DreamWorks, Jeffrey Katzenberg, who presented us with two snippets of upcoming films, Flushed Away and First Flight. Both looked very promising! At that moment, who should then step in front of the audience? None other than Wanda Sykes, who plays a feisty skunk, named Stella in the film! As I fumble to take a far away/grainy cell phone photo of her, she proceeds to tell us about the fun she had making the film and if she had just a bit more time she would share her views on immigration-LOL! It was a real treat for Wanda to give us all a few laughs before we watched the feature film...
The Synopsis reads:
Just whose backyard is it, anyway? Spring has sprung, and Verne and his woodland friends awaken from their long winters nap to discover that a tall, green thing has mysteriously cropped up right through the middle of their home. Enter RJ, an opportunistic raccoon, who explains that the world beyond the hedge is the gateway to the good life where peculiar creatures called humans live to eat, rather than eat to live. Suspicious and even a little jealous of RJ, the ever-cautious Verne wants to keep his blended family safely on their side of the hedge. But, proving the adage that one man's garbage is another man's or rather animal's treasure, the manipulative RJ tries to convince the woodland band that there is little to fear and everything to gain from their over-indulgent new neighbors. Eventually, RJ and Verne form an unlikely friendship as they learn to co-exist with and even exploit this strange new world called suburbia.
Although Jeffrey joked that it would be Wanda's role that would steal the show, I tend to believe that a certain overactive squirrel named Hammy will be the true delight for kids and adults alike (RJ is a close second)! Hammy has the cutest eyes that seem to give me flashbacks to a little cat named Puss-N-Boots, but there's no comparison to his personality. Hammy is a riot or more appropriately, NUTTY! LOL! In fact, one moment in the film that sticks out in my mind is his funny impression of a hungry, rabid squirrel! OMG! HILARIOUS! Being the mom and kid at heart that I am, I took a likening to this film and I'll definitely see it again with my kiddies! We "humans" can be quite funny when viewed from the eyes of our outdoor neighbors!! :)
Leaving the theater, we laughed our way across the street to Legal Sea Foods. I've never been to Legal before, but I promptly got an in-service from Laura on the best thing on the menu- Fried Popcorn Shrimp. YUM! I snacked on a few of her shrimp as I enjoyed my Thai-style Fried Calamari, which was a bit on the mushy side, yet the sauce made it DELICIOUS! While previewing the photos I took with her camera phone, I quickly found myself hating my ancient artifact of a cell phone. I wanted something new, I wanted to upgrade, and I want that upgrade to be a SIDEKICK! I've been loyal to Nextel for five years now due to their direct-connect feature, but I really need a phone that packs everything inside - a cell phone, a camera, internet, email, THE WORKS! I just can't decide and watching the ease of which Hammer updates his blog using his Sidekick makes my decision lean in favor of T-Mobile. Yet that pesky direct connect feature lingers in my head! I need to be able to reach my hubby at a moments notice and regular "connections" just don't seem to cut the mustard! But I told myself that I wouldn't buy a new phone until I made a few sells from the Soulful Synergy t-shirts so I can practice discpline with my business exspenses... I'll just hold my cards (literally!) for now.
Over The Hedge Regal Cinemas Wanda Sykes Chinatown Sidekick Legal Sea Foods Soulful Synergy DreamWorks DreamWorks CEO A DreamWorks Director Nextel I90c Flushed Away First Flight
Maybe I try too hard to get so much done. Another late night up on the sofa doing marketing homework and granted I’m acing the class, yet I feel like a penny with a hole in it. I learn the material, receive my A’s, and promptly lose half of what I learn on thinking about some other task I have to do. Sad, yet, it’s really disturbing me. I want to go outside in the sun, maybe it will put the “spring” back in my step. We found an interesting patio set at Home Depot today, but something in the back of my mind tells me to check online, the price will probably be way cheaper, so the patio is on hold. I can’t wait to get outside on the deck though, with a glass of Kool-aid and just work under the sun! I need the rays of the All Seeing Eye! Ah, now that sounds so relaxing! Then maybe I can really crack down on my list of 20 things to do. Speaking of which, I need to add my 3yr wedding anniversary to the list. I really need to find somewhere to go! I want to surprise my hubby with a trip to NY minus the kiddies, but his work is always in the way. Something to contemplate tomorrow or should I say today… Oh well, I hear the pillow calling for my head now…
posted by Soulfull @ 3/26/2006 ,
The Headline Reads:'The Simpsons' to show live-action opening (Boston.com)
A team from British network Sky One created and commissioned the live sequence, which apes the long-running series' memorable opening shots: Bart writing on the chalkboard, Homer pulling the nuclear rod out of his shirt and Maggie and Marge at the supermarket, a Fox spokeswoman said.
LOL! LOL! I will surely be in front of the TV screen for this. Who else is with me? LOL! :)
Things have been out of control lately. I'm not sure where it started, but for the past three weeks I've been working everywhere BUT my office. Catch me typing in the kitchen, on the sofa, in the basement, at the dining room table, all over! So much so that I can't even look anywhere without seeing more stuff that needs to be done. Marketing, P/R, advertising, writing, there's always something to do! Yet, I feel the urge to find balance in this work/life cycle and simply the best way to do this is to move back into my office. And as I type this in my new/old surroundings, I feel a little more organized, even with the piles and piles of papers around me… Okay here comes a little ditty…
Sittin' back like
I found some relief
In the confines of my own space
On the other side
Of closed doors…
Res Home Office Business
The Headline Reads:'Red America' Blogger Resigns
Gosh, how embarrassing! Not only was he completely off the mark with his comments about Mrs. Coretta Scott King, but it seems he just couldn't find any other way to make his blog entertaining:
The liberal blogger Atrios found that one Domenech article in the student paper, the Flat Hat, lifted large portions of a 1999 Washington Post story on the federal investigation of the Waco siege.
And, he's got his buddies seeing red:
Rick Moran, who runs the site Right Wing Nuthouse, wrote on the American Thinker blog: "The plagiarism of Mr. Domenech cannot be chalked up to youthful indiscretion nor to some kind of unconscious parroting of something he read before putting words to paper . . . Ben Domenech is not the kind of writer we want representing the conservative viewpoint at The Washington Post or anywhere else."
Interesting how fast things can move, new blog on Tuesday, resigned on Friday....
During a break from writing, I was reading some of my daily RSS feeds and came across this story regarding MySpace. Being a recent member of this "Fox Media" site has been quite fun as I've "met" people as far away as Switzerland and it's a wonder how our world has become so much smaller because of this networking tool. So, it seems only naturally for a site like MyDeathSpace to exist. This site is designed to pay homage to decreased members' pages, which are still "active" within the halls of MySpace.
MyDeathSpace, a LiveJournal community that compulsively catalogues links to MySpace profiles of dead people and murderers, [has] as of March 15, 203 deaths, 31 suicides, and 17 murderers, with relevant news clippings and links to their individual MySpace profiles.
As I viewed the images and descriptions of the decreased, I wasn’t sure how to feel. Why does a site like this exist? Who would be so crude to depict the deaths of these people for all to see? Page after page, a total of seven, filled me with such a deep sadness; car accidents, murderers, Iraq causalities, and individual suicides, all pulled at my heart strings. Then there were the actual MySpace pages; some blank with the beginnings of a colorful life story, some with updates of the individual death cases, and others full of loving messages for the dead. These pages are the virtual connections to lost loves and I was moved to tears, no longer disturbed by the openness of one’s death, but instead happy their families could still remember the youth of their children or siblings could “chat” with one another. It’s amazing that even in death; the World Wide Web has expanded to welcome the changes that come along with life online.
God Bless The Dead On MySpace
Well, it's apparent that Mr. Bush hasn't been as far removed from the general public as I thought as his recent comments regarding blogs (yes, blogs) has everyone surprised.
Here are his profound words:
"One of the things that we have to value is that we do have a media," answered the President. "There's blogs, there's Internet, there's all kinds of way to communicate which is literally changing the way people get their information."
It's a wonder he even knows the word, considering:
Until yesterday, the President seemed disdainful of all media - acknowledging that he didn't watch the news, read newspapers, or follow polls. The Today Show also reported that, along with Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, the President doesn't even use email.
Why does our President remove himself from the world? I mean it's just rude that an elected official would make it a point to not be informed or concerned with the thoughts of the people he is representing. Like I told Mr. Schaefer, your position is not about you! Leaders are supposed to be seasoned with more than favorable notes/opinions of personal grandeur! They should be out working with those who are against them, bridging the divide, and making a connection with those outside the party lines. Bush needs to start listening to the polls, reports, AND ALL BLOGS that show the overwhelming dissatisfaction with his direction of America, instead of asking folks to create more ways to communicate his one-sided views.
President Bush The Blogger?
First off, thanks to each one of my blogger friends who give support or said a prayer for me and my family!! Even more today, I feel especially aware of how important it is to just be happy and thankful for what the Lord has given because tomorrow is not promised. Thanks for being the best guys! ((HUGS))
Well, I received an email today that’s definitely worthy of a note! This morning as I was in the middle of developing new content for Soulful Synergy, I opened an email from Melissa McNamara at CBSnews.com, who informed me that my blog had been chosen as one of the "must-read" blogs for the week due to my brief comments regarding Judith's disdain for the bloggers who "did-her-in" and I must say I was surprised! Who knew being yourself could garner any attention? LOL! At any rate, check out Melissa’s weekly roundup and be sure to see the new blog stars next Wednesday! Isn't online media great!? LOL! :)
Support THE BEST BLOGGER FRIENDS EVER! CBS Blogophile
I'm not sure how to feel now, but when my business line was ringing at five o'clock this morning, I knew something wasn't right. My husband, who was already up getting ready for work, picked up the phone to greet Alicia, the fiancée to his friend/co-worker Steven. What could be amidst? She tells my hubby that Steven was at Washington Hospital Center and that last night around ten he suffered a brain aneurysm. What? How? Is he alright? The diagnosis wasn't good, yet he was at the hospital and everyone was praying. She wasn't sure of who to call at work about Steven, but my husband helped to get her in contact with their boss and ended the call with a sickening feeling in his stomach. Who was that baby? I asked from upstairs, already on edge. I hate early morning and late night phone calls. I just knew something was wrong... When he told me, I just couldn't believe it. Steven? He's so nice, so full of life, so so young. We got down on our knees and prayed for him and his entire family. As each word of his prayer entered through my ears, my heart broke with the growing sadness that he might lose another friend…
Later on, as I watched Bush make a complete fool of himself on NBC, I stared down at my ringing phone to check the caller ID. It was my husband. I answered, preparing myself for good news, yet part of me wanted to blurt out, is Steven alive, but instead I allowed him to purge. He told me about going up to hospital, seeing Steven on all the machines, the sadness surrounding the family, and how everything happened so unexpectedly for Alicia when he passed out last night. Then he said it, Steven was in a coma and that they were taking him off life support soon. Suddenly, things got intense for me; the anxiety, the pressure, the stress, they all flooded back into my body. I felt sick as my face grew hot from the rush of tears streaming down my cheeks. I consoled my husband, the man who has lost 3 friends in the last 5 months, with the words, baby, I'm so sorry. What can I do? But inside, my soul was screaming, what is going on, why is this happening...
It’s hard to come to grips with death, yet we are all born to die one day. Every time a loved one of mine passes, I feel more and more pressures to live life to the max, to make my dreams a reality, and to take better care of myself in the process. When my husband arrived home from the hospital, we just laid down in the bed, held each other, and talked about things; the importance of taking care of yourself, eating right, getting enough sleep, going to the doctor if you’re not feeling quite up to par, and just being more active. He told me how Steven was his usually funny self yesterday, cracking jokes on folks and making others laugh. I seek a little comfort in knowing he lived happily and that his spirit will always continue to thrive within the fabric of our souls.
Rest in Peace Steven
A Silent Killer God Bless The Dead Take Care of Yourself
How To Write a Novel
From Niko Silvester of about.com:
Here it is! The secret to writing a novel. (This also works for short stories.)
Time Required: as long as it takes
1. Write one good sentence.
2. Write another good sentence.
3. Repeat Step 2 until you get to the end of the novel.
LOL! LOL! LOL! It's just that simple....
Okay, I love blogging, but I also love collecting (bka reading) other blogs and I had to do a write up on this post from one of my blogger friends writing under the pseudonym Shenehneh. Ms. Jenkins had me DYING with laughter at these REAL stories. Soo funny!!!
Here's an excerpt:
After I got over my shock I sat him down in my chair and asked him what he would like and why. He told me that he was going to perform at a cross dresser club and he was going to perform as Patti Labelle. I tried to explain to him how he might not look exactly like Ms. Labelle. He didn't care he just wanted some hair in his head. So I decided to give him the good ole braid and sew weave. The whole time I'm doing this grown ass man's hair he is in the chair crying and whimpering at how bad it hurt him. I finally finished his hair and he told me how much he loved it. For the next hour we watched him prance around the beauty supply buying make up , brushes, nails all sorts of things spending his money like it was water. After he brought up most of the make-up supplies he thanked all of us for our time and he left. Next day the owner walks back to my station to tell me that he called and wanted...
Check her out to read the rest...
Weaves Hair Stylist
You gotta love technology. I thank God every day for the person who invented DVRs (think TIVO) because without it I would miss a lot of what's on tv. Anyhow, Oprah had such a good program on this week with
Venus, Serena and Jada Pinkett Smith talking about dating, sex and weight and how it is affecting our young women. Well I say, it's affecting women period. Granted this episode was geared towards the teens, but I feel like we all can relate, old, young, black, white, male, female, to the stories of insecurity. Like Kanye said, "we're all self-conscience.." and it's true. I must say I cried while watching this one, especially the young girl who was replacing her need for love with food. Boy, that was a tear-jerker! She definitely does have courage. I've been there, as I matter of fact, I still have affirmations on my mirror, in my office, in the car, in my purse, (LOL!) and I think these moments are precious to maintaining a balanced prespective of ourselves. My favorite affirmation is this: Success is Sincerely Understanding Christ Considers Every Step Special! I try every day to remember the spirit that lives within because I refuse to go back to old truths about myself. I'm living fresh and free! Gosh, this was such a good episode!!!!!!!!!
The Headline Reads: Judith Miller's tells Vanity Fair "slanderous" bloggers destroyed her (Slate)
All I have to say is: Come on Judith, GET REAL!
Headline Reads: WaPo Writers Want Money for Blogging (Washington City Paper)
As I read this, I chuckled through the whole thing:
Around the time the first posts were to fly, D.C. political correspondent Lori Montgomery did some reporting about her own workplace. Among her findings was that some newsroom bloggers were receiving extra compensation.
The staffers asked to delay the blogs debut, pending an explanation as to why some get paid and others don't. The answer came straight out of an Office Space management summit: Solo bloggers get paid because their names give the blogs a sense of franchise; group blogs don't share this dynamic, and theres less work for each reporter. What they told us was that a single marquee name like Fisher or [Joel] Achenbach, who has sole responsibility for doing this they're the ones who get compensated, recalls D.C. government-and-politics reporter Eric Weiss.
So the reporters came up with a smart counteroffer: Pay us collectively the blogging salary of one marquee name, and we'll split it among ourselves. No dice.
Ouch! Blogging is more than just the name associated with it, it's real work! I think it's only fair to afford some compensation for their efforts.
All this media diversification has left some staffers wondering where the emphasis falls on the print product? The Web? Radio? One Post employee put this very question last week to Executive Editor Leonard Downie Jr. in a staff meeting. The papers top gun responded that the Post needed to become "platform-agnostic".
Wow, what a response. I agree that in this media driven age you need to have a "hand" in numerous pots, but don't overcook one item because you were too busy tending to the others...
City Paper TWP bloggers
I'm so on the procrastinating tip today. I mean, ever since I woke up, I've been doing everything, but writing some more chapters in my book. I've been reading some new blogs I've added (check em out!), played around in my hair, and cleaned the kitchen, read some more blogs, homework... everything but my book. I guess it's because of the weather. Its gloomy here, a sky full of clouds ready to burst open with huge droplets of rain. Hopefully they will hold off until tonight. I love hearing rain at night, there's something so sensual about it, makes me feel one with the universe. Okay, I'm trippin, but it's true. A package came in today containing the first of many Soulful Synergy shirts and they are too cute. With the upcoming promotions and warm weather, I got to get ready to network and it's a must that you wear you're own clothes will you do it! The kids look adorable in their "future soul poet" shirts, makes me wonder if I have the next Langston Hughes or Paul Dunbar's on my hands-LOL! Well, lunch is on its way (Dominos) and hopefully the food will get me back in the mood to write.
I think I might start work on writing this screenplay for what I think will be the next big movie. I wanna sell it to Spike considering he would be THE best director/production company to do it or maybe his brother Malcolm. I don’t know… Well the foods here.. HOLLA!
I'm so lazy My future poets Spike Malcolm
Some time this year, I am going to have major surgery on my face due to being born with a cleft lip and palate (or treble clef as I like to call it). The following is a posting outlining this journey...
I have so much going on with me, it's a blessing I'm not insane (although I'm still holding on to that mental health number my doc gave me), but it's time to write about my impending surgery. My mom and I met with the doc and it was the coolest visit. He joked with me about not having seen him in about 4 years, but hey I got married, had 2 kids, bought a house, turned into a corporate zombie, then quit and turned into a creative writer - yeah, there was a lot going on with me, yet now I was ready. Dr.Chang took pictures of me and the proceeded to ask what I wanted to change about myself. Huh? What did you say? Change? Oh for real! Well, that's what we're here for baby! So, just like that I was in the mirror staring at the face I've worn for the last 27yrs. I mean was I REALLY ready to take this step. Hell yeah! I told Dr. Chang to fix my teeth (to hell with these braces!), the roof of my mouth, and my nose. Well, what about your lips, you wanna change those too? Naw, I'll pass, I mean, I'm fine with them. My mother jumps in... Go ahead, get those changed too! LOL! No thanks ma, I feel as though I want to keep a bit of the “creativeness" that my face holds. Besides, we black women need not to mess around with our beautiful round lips! So with that, he put in the orders and asked me if I wanted be a mentor/friend to other cleft lip kids who are going through the same things I've gone through. Sure, why not! You think you can find me a mentor too? LOL! I wish I could've had an older hand to lead me through the pitfalls of being "unique" when I was growing up. I mean it was HARD, but I'll have to post about that later. Now, I'm just excited and prayerful, waiting for my next doc visit, while asking a lot of rhetorical questions of myself and others. And as we drove away from the doc's office, my ma giggles, "Your husband is gonna get a whole new woman to make love to...” Yeah ok ma, now you're REALLY trippin! Ain't THAT much changing about me...
Cleft Lip Be A Mentor
When I first heard of this story, I cringed. I mean can you imagine writing your best selling book ever and then having some folks claim that your "research" infringed on their non-fictional work? That's rough! Yet, one can only wonder why these writers of "The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail" waited so long to bring this to the attention of Brown, as the book was released 3 yrs ago? Wait, did someone say film rights?
Anyway, they did their research:
Brown has acknowledged that he and his wife Blythe Brown read "The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail" while researching The Da Vinci Code. But he said they also used 38 other books and hundreds of documents, and the British authors' book was not crucial to their work.
But, it all comes down to the "u" in Savior:
Appearing as a witness for his book’s publisher Random House, Brown appeared increasingly tired during lengthy cross-examination that dwelled on the details of his research process and minutiae such as whether the word “savior” should be spelled with a u... He buried his head in a hand when discussion turned to whether he had used a document that spelled the word "savior" with a telltale British "u" a sign, Rayner James said, that it came from Baigent and Leigh's book.
A "u"!? I mean come on. I'm all for making sure someone doesn't steal your stuff, but taking it to this level is bananas...
Please say there's more evidence than this?
Da Vinci Brown
I have so much to write about, but I can't right now, so I did this survey earlier and I would love to know more about all my blogger friends as well! Read mine, then take the survey, and post your answers so I can see them! ;-)