tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70813820091025031212024-02-19T03:20:07.632-08:00Random Ramblings of a Diva"You say I'm crazy. I got your crazy."MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-59022767626439387572011-05-17T21:44:00.000-07:002011-05-17T21:45:47.373-07:00Tumble MeIt's easier to <a href="http://melissalynnette.tumblr.com/">tumblr</a> than it is to blogger.<br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span><br />Meh.MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-42321802238959963842010-10-05T19:51:00.000-07:002010-10-05T20:02:53.675-07:00Ballbreaker<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6eCZzSwUVngC7lOUwHnY_Cbz_FRvPMTvM9jRK06JIGwGLi9l0TLGWhGgqRdSW7QDIwp3YFBioLcHzp24YqqdUi2YwdRzEv2-CX-X5TY8w7mtWrwcz8HanzLqVEPXQIV48Fw5Uha5ioLv/s1600/Smoking+Jacket.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 49px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6eCZzSwUVngC7lOUwHnY_Cbz_FRvPMTvM9jRK06JIGwGLi9l0TLGWhGgqRdSW7QDIwp3YFBioLcHzp24YqqdUi2YwdRzEv2-CX-X5TY8w7mtWrwcz8HanzLqVEPXQIV48Fw5Uha5ioLv/s320/Smoking+Jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524762688102747138" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.thesmokingjacket.com/entertainment/ballbreaker-melissa-lynnette-interview-pics">Check it out!!</a><br /><br />Ballbreaker Interview with the Smoking Jacket, up now. Classic Melissa Lynnette bitchery. Lol.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdTRUl83Ef066QPXWOyfScmbGzP8hHtjC9L21Y4gviWfg8L_cIjTr8SnzqtRr8Wiqqz3cokpSB-mjxK9Bzbp5VRaA7amPxDv8zAy3kU2skC62R9tjPgmvAozYADh1Bi4BXiBH51rnLQmj/s1600/Blonde+Wig.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdTRUl83Ef066QPXWOyfScmbGzP8hHtjC9L21Y4gviWfg8L_cIjTr8SnzqtRr8Wiqqz3cokpSB-mjxK9Bzbp5VRaA7amPxDv8zAy3kU2skC62R9tjPgmvAozYADh1Bi4BXiBH51rnLQmj/s320/Blonde+Wig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524762164514123490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8SJ-0bUwI9m9QTTE13ngKO6kdoYQ_RqCzjYzWDu-Ahoysha_jK5Mfty0K4Gc7eOMFoKQfBInl46bCREmTlsx9Bxp5qmJN9ldSDeJb8ycqN8VFFLgCwMKqZXBYZkCYOLPLt08LYGOQxmc/s1600/Smiley.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8SJ-0bUwI9m9QTTE13ngKO6kdoYQ_RqCzjYzWDu-Ahoysha_jK5Mfty0K4Gc7eOMFoKQfBInl46bCREmTlsx9Bxp5qmJN9ldSDeJb8ycqN8VFFLgCwMKqZXBYZkCYOLPLt08LYGOQxmc/s320/Smiley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524762159980235826" border="0" /></a>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-51090658462618456922010-06-01T22:30:00.000-07:002010-06-03T11:36:52.920-07:00I get great emails. I really do.I don't even know how these jokers get my email address. It's not the one linked to any of my pages. Lol.<br /><br /><br />The email subject: Model Proposition - Can you use $7000?<br /><br /><br />So of course when I open it I'm expecting some ridiculous modeling scam. Instead I get this:<br /><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" ></span><br /><blockquote><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" >I have a proposition for you which goes along with my different way of thinking. There are figures involved but please understand the email and not just the figures. Yes there is something in it for you. I asked you because you seem to be pretty tight, well from the photos that is. I travel a lot and I really don't have much time for a girlfriend or a serious one, but I do have needs and this might be a good thing. I am able to send you $3000 a month and sometimes more if we were able to see one another once or twice a month on a personal basis. No I am not trying to pay you for sex and I don't want an escort. I am doing what a man is supposed to do for his lover or what <span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268659179_0" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268703712_0" class="yshortcuts">real men</span></span> should do. Just think I could wine and dine for $100 and eventually still get some ASS right? Not what I am looking for, it waste the little time I have and mostly the woman walk away with nothing or the man keep spending on a woman who decides after 5 dates and $2000 later she is not interested.<br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"><br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px">Let me explain: If I worked hard all week and gave my lady $50 out of my $180 a week check for hair, gas, car, nails or whatever it would be seen as a noble thing. No I don't think your a <span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268355572_0" class="yshortcuts"><span style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0% 0%; CURSOR: pointer; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0pxcolor:transparent;" id="lw_1268539739_0" class="yshortcuts" ><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268571250_0" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268578379_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0% 0%; CURSOR: pointer; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0pxcolor:transparent;" id="lw_1268659179_1" class="yshortcuts" ><span style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0% 0%; CURSOR: pointer; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0pxcolor:transparent;" id="lw_1268678755_0" class="yshortcuts" ><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268703712_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0% 0%; CURSOR: pointer; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0pxcolor:transparent;" id="lw_1268803496_0" class="yshortcuts" ><span style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0% 0%; CURSOR: pointer; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0pxcolor:transparent;" id="lw_1268842249_0" class="yshortcuts" ><span style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: 0% 0%; CURSOR: pointer; PADDING-TOP: 0px; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; BACKGROUND-: 0pxcolor:transparent;" id="lw_1269049748_0" class="yshortcuts" ><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1275450369_0" class="yshortcuts">gold digger</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> or hoe! because I am not looking for one of those. I want a nice lady who is mature enough to handle this type of relationship, can keep our personal business to herself and don't mind starting a <span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268355572_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268539739_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268571250_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268578379_2" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268659179_2" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268678755_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268703712_2" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268803496_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1268842249_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1269049748_1" class="yshortcuts"><span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="lw_1275450369_1" class="yshortcuts">love affair</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> that might later lead to something serious. The money is in the play because I have no time for the wait for sex games and other drama that comes with those relationships. In other words it start at sex. Plus it's fair because men tell women they are in love to get free azz! :) Well if your interested we need to talk ASAP so leave a name and number.<br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"><br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px">Well if your interested and need some help making the economy work out for you the deal is $7000 or more the first time and $3000 a month if there is no drama. This is not pay or business and not illegal and should not be treated as such. Leave a name, number and more revealing preferably nude photo/s if your interested. If your not interested thanks and have a good one and there is no need to reply especially if it's dramatic. Thanks until you reply.<br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"><br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px">Lorenzo Bridge MD. <div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"></div><div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"></div>********************************************************************************<br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px">Lorenzo <br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px">206-339-8766<br style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.2em; MARGIN: 0px; OUTLINE-STYLE: none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"></span><br /><br /></blockquote><br /><br />Delightful!!MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-81262107122447997692010-03-19T15:47:00.000-07:002010-03-19T15:53:53.443-07:00Working towards my sainthood<div><br /></div><div>Awhile back I <a href="http://melissa-lynnette.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-some-good-in-world.html">posted this.</a> It's a couple vids about <a href="http://www.kiva.org">Kiva</a> and a link to their site.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well today I did something better: I loaned somebody $25. I'm excited. </div><div>Now, I know. $25 to most of us is dinner. But the thing about Kiva is that through them, $25 is someone's way out of poverty. Someone's way to feed their kids or care for a sick loved one or educate a forgotten child. So I loaned it. And now, as I happily open up a box that came today from the unhealthy amount of online shopping that I do, a woman in Kenya can better take care of her family.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do I have to be Catholic to qualify for sainthood? Hmmm.....</div>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-61738392245180960232010-01-30T10:05:00.000-08:002010-01-30T10:13:44.680-08:00Bleh...<div><br /></div><div>I just finished reading this trashy romance novel this morning. I fell out after work yesterday and so once my nap was over, I couldn't get back to sleep until fucking 4 am so I pretty much read the book in like 5 hours. Whatever. That's not the point.</div><div><br /></div><div>The point is the chick in the book (who it turns out was real, which doesn't usually happen in historical romances) was supposedly "beloved of the gods". A lot of good that did her, lol. Her mother was raped and killed by Roman soldiers, her husband, the king, was poisoned by his mistress's sons, her kingdom was destroyed and she was forced to be the mistress of a Roman emperor. If that's how the gods "belove" someone, no wonder human life is so often filled with misery and bullshit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I'm reading this book about this poor woman who was led to believe that she was so favored by the gods and so kept taking chances and whatnot, thinking that things would work out and it reminded me (vaguely) of someone: me. Lol! And I don't even consider myself favored by any deity. So why the hell do I still keep trying? </div><div><br /></div><div>Probably for the same reason she did, poor actual woman from the 3rd century. Because if you stop trying, you might as well "take a dagger to your breast from the shame of it all."</div><div><br /></div><div>*sigh*</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder what February is going to do to me. ;-)</div>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-5030639401912607402010-01-07T08:19:00.001-08:002010-01-07T08:53:30.946-08:00Hi 2010!!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm pretty sure that I never gave a thought to 2010 when I was younger.<br />You know what I mean. How some people go "in 2010 I wanna do such and such." Yeah. No. I've learned to stop planning. I've taken that "of mice and men" saying to heart. Or rather, it's stomped itself into my heart by means of hostile takeover. The last time I had a major plan not fuck up was when I voted for Obama and I still believe that that only worked because some other person the fates don't hold in disdain voted for him too. Just saying.<br /><br />Aaaaaaaaaanyway, it's a new year. And for once I didn't stay inside, terrified of drunk drivers. Instead I went to New York where drunk drivers have nothing on insane cabbies who literally try to ram into you when you're driving back to your girl's place in Jersey. Nice.<br /><br />Yeah, that was awesome. Mainly because it's impossible for 2 silly ass chicks who embrace their ADD to not have fun doing...anything. Seriously. Getting dressed made us dissolve into giggles Saturday night. And by "getting dressed" I mean layering tights, leggings, tanks and t shirts then putting on a scarf and a coat and acting like that's the proper way to dress for a winter night on the east coast. =D<br /><br />I'm snowed in today. I tried to use my magical powers to send all the snow to DC but I guess there was more than that 3 feet they got, because it showed up here while we were in Dallas for Christmas and keeps popping back up. Eww.<br />I've decided that I'm going to exercise today since I have nothing else to do and I am firmly "fat" right now. Yes, that's right. I'm not just on a no pants kick because they're cute. I also don't wanna deal with anything that needs my stupid hips and waist to cooperate with it because my hips and waist will win. More eww.<br /><br />Speaking of ADD...see y'all. Pictures first though!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFQFcfvfibeSneJTAmcViF6IOaFxxPqImIz5wrtUNdM1JKV1V-3fv5-8vPC9om4I1TNhTQZ68cM9vvizSw9t3M9rqmBD5LzdST7HSpB3Zk9IucdFTVQX2fL3HAPX-ZcRaEQ702dFsDjva/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFQFcfvfibeSneJTAmcViF6IOaFxxPqImIz5wrtUNdM1JKV1V-3fv5-8vPC9om4I1TNhTQZ68cM9vvizSw9t3M9rqmBD5LzdST7HSpB3Zk9IucdFTVQX2fL3HAPX-ZcRaEQ702dFsDjva/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424039265227889314" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFQFcfvfibeSneJTAmcViF6IOaFxxPqImIz5wrtUNdM1JKV1V-3fv5-8vPC9om4I1TNhTQZ68cM9vvizSw9t3M9rqmBD5LzdST7HSpB3Zk9IucdFTVQX2fL3HAPX-ZcRaEQ702dFsDjva/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"></a>Christmas in Texas. My grandmother, 3 of her sisters and my cousin.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6sWIMcVG2YI6lKzrmrNlqfrs2mOffTSbTutvzpT6PlOX-TVUqg8qeEjeaAbatyJLoRzUAdi0P3Q8p779J9BqCfNCgtksNE5WqdrUJbCfHvv9bU52pihqQ89eJ5wSu8o1M7UwMnElE7O8/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6sWIMcVG2YI6lKzrmrNlqfrs2mOffTSbTutvzpT6PlOX-TVUqg8qeEjeaAbatyJLoRzUAdi0P3Q8p779J9BqCfNCgtksNE5WqdrUJbCfHvv9bU52pihqQ89eJ5wSu8o1M7UwMnElE7O8/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424039259302649666" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6sWIMcVG2YI6lKzrmrNlqfrs2mOffTSbTutvzpT6PlOX-TVUqg8qeEjeaAbatyJLoRzUAdi0P3Q8p779J9BqCfNCgtksNE5WqdrUJbCfHvv9bU52pihqQ89eJ5wSu8o1M7UwMnElE7O8/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"></a>People playing Wii at Ebby's party and Ebby trying to be cute in the background.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9H-80ZBdeqsivBGabUx8YWT-iBIFSrkkhBRKxA8upTJLabqRdb_DI4OujsB5_RNwHboGSaUcIxegWmxeckKWuYJpE7AgBT2TexAh9DAz99o4eLPS6L9rDRKm0lULjUXrBBKjcm2V_o91/s1600-h/IMG00327.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9H-80ZBdeqsivBGabUx8YWT-iBIFSrkkhBRKxA8upTJLabqRdb_DI4OujsB5_RNwHboGSaUcIxegWmxeckKWuYJpE7AgBT2TexAh9DAz99o4eLPS6L9rDRKm0lULjUXrBBKjcm2V_o91/s320/IMG00327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424039247489556642" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9H-80ZBdeqsivBGabUx8YWT-iBIFSrkkhBRKxA8upTJLabqRdb_DI4OujsB5_RNwHboGSaUcIxegWmxeckKWuYJpE7AgBT2TexAh9DAz99o4eLPS6L9rDRKm0lULjUXrBBKjcm2V_o91/s1600-h/IMG00327.jpg"></a>Nicci not paying attention to the road in the Lincoln Tunnel.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0cHy3D18vbr3cah2p_w3BOBHqvFDHG-kVxtodynNol9HOGnCgpSPufuMjSRwVF4PqbA2clDHB9Gmcvj2f1UC9ULwoR82kVvW8WALsFSwOSC2fSsvzM_bwmCxtFRN4qBKvCGkwt_Iv5Gi/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0cHy3D18vbr3cah2p_w3BOBHqvFDHG-kVxtodynNol9HOGnCgpSPufuMjSRwVF4PqbA2clDHB9Gmcvj2f1UC9ULwoR82kVvW8WALsFSwOSC2fSsvzM_bwmCxtFRN4qBKvCGkwt_Iv5Gi/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424039246294388978" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0cHy3D18vbr3cah2p_w3BOBHqvFDHG-kVxtodynNol9HOGnCgpSPufuMjSRwVF4PqbA2clDHB9Gmcvj2f1UC9ULwoR82kVvW8WALsFSwOSC2fSsvzM_bwmCxtFRN4qBKvCGkwt_Iv5Gi/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"></a>Courtney. Bomb ass makeup artist, super cute chick.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6bUzZYy21k5qmC7csPbdqen7u2pU1JwBPbVYbQGxy4K0cVbVqbm6LoFlXW7J9DFc8S-P0hLWnHCvgyHwKXCs-fhrURonA2ViLtq2RudsAT_ijorfFGZ1Oc0E4WrzzA_bZUzQWhtI93Mq/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6bUzZYy21k5qmC7csPbdqen7u2pU1JwBPbVYbQGxy4K0cVbVqbm6LoFlXW7J9DFc8S-P0hLWnHCvgyHwKXCs-fhrURonA2ViLtq2RudsAT_ijorfFGZ1Oc0E4WrzzA_bZUzQWhtI93Mq/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424039240697919602" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6bUzZYy21k5qmC7csPbdqen7u2pU1JwBPbVYbQGxy4K0cVbVqbm6LoFlXW7J9DFc8S-P0hLWnHCvgyHwKXCs-fhrURonA2ViLtq2RudsAT_ijorfFGZ1Oc0E4WrzzA_bZUzQWhtI93Mq/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"></a>Some guy with a mohawk who let me take over his hotel room in exchange for a lot of Dr. Pepper.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvseOVrhhclMOIUCjTFvZfS7TKh5UCEHMrlRWLfI4KcM9Qc6bdL3nCApVbsjXFYMZ19NVp0ZdD9GnhbWPymBnE2Grn2HlzdJPA6oSdEWjSDv156KEXIhLnlTV0_WZHBWBAr38rLlzzzaM/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvseOVrhhclMOIUCjTFvZfS7TKh5UCEHMrlRWLfI4KcM9Qc6bdL3nCApVbsjXFYMZ19NVp0ZdD9GnhbWPymBnE2Grn2HlzdJPA6oSdEWjSDv156KEXIhLnlTV0_WZHBWBAr38rLlzzzaM/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037895869670690" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvseOVrhhclMOIUCjTFvZfS7TKh5UCEHMrlRWLfI4KcM9Qc6bdL3nCApVbsjXFYMZ19NVp0ZdD9GnhbWPymBnE2Grn2HlzdJPA6oSdEWjSDv156KEXIhLnlTV0_WZHBWBAr38rLlzzzaM/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"></a>The bacon sculpture Nicci made New Year's Day at IHOP.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERZa5S616CJYwX-q5JL8TPdn2kKi7zW95JphXvD1MEGx177_UQRyMsNjmJEF99xp97cAx73f8k74wYcN62NDeYSm7gYEtsdx9dt09RkUzEOvpG0_XL5_uwJhWSfvfGH1PK7GByhtsThiH/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERZa5S616CJYwX-q5JL8TPdn2kKi7zW95JphXvD1MEGx177_UQRyMsNjmJEF99xp97cAx73f8k74wYcN62NDeYSm7gYEtsdx9dt09RkUzEOvpG0_XL5_uwJhWSfvfGH1PK7GByhtsThiH/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037885614816626" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERZa5S616CJYwX-q5JL8TPdn2kKi7zW95JphXvD1MEGx177_UQRyMsNjmJEF99xp97cAx73f8k74wYcN62NDeYSm7gYEtsdx9dt09RkUzEOvpG0_XL5_uwJhWSfvfGH1PK7GByhtsThiH/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"></a>Ebby and her man. This picture is blurry because I had already had like 65% of my bottle of Veuve by this time.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTjk1q6DB0NyVmiiMKFMF2SW8-rVXOhNGyFQw1eWzD3lB_tT4TVu1wFT4I-C5uq96I_IQbR4nV-mHQVzlio0aOWPuplq4iTtmY_4V7TWIqHmLoAmSkVZa0-_PqWhD9cce-7V_lFwFfah3/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTjk1q6DB0NyVmiiMKFMF2SW8-rVXOhNGyFQw1eWzD3lB_tT4TVu1wFT4I-C5uq96I_IQbR4nV-mHQVzlio0aOWPuplq4iTtmY_4V7TWIqHmLoAmSkVZa0-_PqWhD9cce-7V_lFwFfah3/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037876660389010" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTjk1q6DB0NyVmiiMKFMF2SW8-rVXOhNGyFQw1eWzD3lB_tT4TVu1wFT4I-C5uq96I_IQbR4nV-mHQVzlio0aOWPuplq4iTtmY_4V7TWIqHmLoAmSkVZa0-_PqWhD9cce-7V_lFwFfah3/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"></a>Me and my snow ho, Nicci.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7tZ2AlaKCwCpQev4L9h6zIIYlhuoumCfUZBf3BPTumgVVvt8DjCpv0ln3_vpspK9vEmS3d3OPiYeYxMRm0HiRAlVdrzb8RhPG1eSwS27QPCXTJVH85JlWebr_CBSglNGaWHF9wG-yoTP/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7tZ2AlaKCwCpQev4L9h6zIIYlhuoumCfUZBf3BPTumgVVvt8DjCpv0ln3_vpspK9vEmS3d3OPiYeYxMRm0HiRAlVdrzb8RhPG1eSwS27QPCXTJVH85JlWebr_CBSglNGaWHF9wG-yoTP/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037872081201746" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7tZ2AlaKCwCpQev4L9h6zIIYlhuoumCfUZBf3BPTumgVVvt8DjCpv0ln3_vpspK9vEmS3d3OPiYeYxMRm0HiRAlVdrzb8RhPG1eSwS27QPCXTJVH85JlWebr_CBSglNGaWHF9wG-yoTP/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"></a>I have an evil expression on my face for no real reason. Or maybe that's my tipsy face. Who knows.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOv7cTmdWMTtTkup8qW4wNExb1X5mtEClJ8A11Pviw5wCLlEt_ZOZFWWBg_iqubqsCq9QBZ1aopSbUn4toY2PVtTm2z0vUG7j5tk5hIPyljBaLZHRDPihhPsfT3v9GdZQqXmVIaK2TRRoX/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOv7cTmdWMTtTkup8qW4wNExb1X5mtEClJ8A11Pviw5wCLlEt_ZOZFWWBg_iqubqsCq9QBZ1aopSbUn4toY2PVtTm2z0vUG7j5tk5hIPyljBaLZHRDPihhPsfT3v9GdZQqXmVIaK2TRRoX/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037862827596306" /></a><br /></div><div>Happy New Year!!</div>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-26215798454630203252009-12-08T19:09:00.000-08:002009-12-08T19:17:43.118-08:00Parenting Fail<div>
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The only disclaimer I will give this passage is that it has nothing to do with my love for God. I am also far from perfect, but this does not disqualify me from pointing ongoing problems in the church. I do not believe His hand is in many of the shenanigans witnessed in Black churches. When I lacked understanding, my anger and questions were directed at God. God is awesome but still allows humans free will. After tampering with His plan, we can return to the right way of doing things. There has been an unspoken rule not to speak on the Black church’s role in keeping Black women single. Where should we begin? First of all, the Bible is being used as an unwilling accomplice to the “Called to be single” doctrine. From my vantage point, someone is getting a sweet deal in keeping around accomplished, bright, single Black women, with disposable funds at the ready. Call me cynical, but the absence of single Black women eternally free to cook dinners, volunteer endless hours, tithe, and run a gambit of ministries would leave many in a lurch. Hiring out these services would cost a fortune. This is another example of a situation where we all need to ask, Who benefits? Single Black women are often afraid to question this arrangement for fear of being rebuked. Is being a satisfied single the missing commandment? If the questions become too frequent and too loud the “singleness is a gift” mantra is crammed down her throat. In addition, her faith in God is questioned for “Making an idol” out of marriage. From personal experience, this is a major contributor to church hurt. Single women are often made to feel guilty for having an education, career and a place to lay her head at night. Otherwise, where would she live? I do not anticipate church leaders raising up to demand that single men take on a wife and stop procrastinating. God ordained marriage. The directive from Him to “Be fruitful and multiply” comes to mind. It’s the world that has perverted His plan into a “Forever satisfied single” doctrine. We should all pray for God’s direction, especially when making life-altering decisions. However, He will not send a mate via air courier. Singles must get moving! Another deception is that single Christian women have to jump through more flaming hoops than circus tigers in order to be deemed worthy of a spouse. Each book, sermon and seminar will place another obstacle in the way of marriage. The following list of actions includes great character builders in themselves; however, they appear to be used as stall tactics. Here are some of the ”go throughs” which are set before single Christian women:</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Sanctification</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Purification</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Trials by fire</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Fasting</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Waiting on the “breakthrough”</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Learning the art of ”submission.” Practice with dad, pastor, employer, neighbors, male dog, and the grocery boy</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Learning to be content with just the Lord</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Continuously exorcising the cemetery called “the past”</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Do more volunteer work</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Endless singles conferences that usually costs $50 and up a head. How much money do Black women spend on these things? Figure in lodging, gas, food, and purchasing supplemental materials relevant to the conference, and someone is making a mint!</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Working with youth groups, taking on babysitting, and holding other people’s infants to quell the desire for your own</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/07/01/bia.single.black.women.adopt/index.html"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Update: Now single Black women are called to adopt BonQuisha & Ray-Ray’s & kids without considering the implications!)</span></em></a></span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">-Reading more books advising the Christian woman to do all of the above again</span></h3> <h3><span style="font-size:85%;">The cycle never ends. That leaves Black women in their thirties, forties, and even fifties (yikes!) still waiting on God to deliver a Christian man in a sanctuary with little to no men. There is a popular Christian author who has put out several “Waiting on the Lord” books. She is a Black woman in her forties and has been waiting for a mate since I’ve began reading her books in the late 1990s. Sometimes I wonder if she is waiting for a Christian Black man in her church to rise up. Or is it something a bit more sinister?…</span></h3></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-10772802970906675212009-11-15T21:19:00.000-08:002009-11-15T21:44:29.583-08:00With apologies to Blair WaldorfI love leggings.<br /><br />And I want the ones pictured below, but I can't bring myself to spend $348 on leggings because I have yet to wake up and discover that I have become Oprah's daughter in my sleep. Damn.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vqGIrWP8A_R_V8YpF2kpVVBDwzot-lGvnOwmoQd9Y6KF_6omu0oJxwkUqrTgeHF1sCMvcmBSp2vWr7qhnrX9_dxxlNi2FzbyQYWjB9jfi7gQ15MpcYpKt0pkGYkQgxIj8nfJgQwLrp_8/s1600/LaRok+sequin+leggings.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vqGIrWP8A_R_V8YpF2kpVVBDwzot-lGvnOwmoQd9Y6KF_6omu0oJxwkUqrTgeHF1sCMvcmBSp2vWr7qhnrX9_dxxlNi2FzbyQYWjB9jfi7gQ15MpcYpKt0pkGYkQgxIj8nfJgQwLrp_8/s320/LaRok+sequin+leggings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404571188030564018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So instead I have to settle for these. *sigh* Lol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9MmyVYjlOVchMCo8-YuK5ZiOVUvzK0OA8dnU8xHuqzRz9PYwhg9ZW8AFOktAdmbxES5qq45DjK5dIa4pRF1M2oKI888Gv9TmiQpsrfHdc3l2GSbeeFi-aXsQyk1HWZ3hyzhFNlITY7-yt/s1600/pb+leggings.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9MmyVYjlOVchMCo8-YuK5ZiOVUvzK0OA8dnU8xHuqzRz9PYwhg9ZW8AFOktAdmbxES5qq45DjK5dIa4pRF1M2oKI888Gv9TmiQpsrfHdc3l2GSbeeFi-aXsQyk1HWZ3hyzhFNlITY7-yt/s320/pb+leggings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404571184903174018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Working as the BCBGeneration Specialist in Macy's Impulse Dept. this year revived my wardrobe and reawakened the dangerously trendy tendencies that live inside of me. Hence, the leggings. I even have damn shoe booties and various other Jessica Simpson accessories. I should take more pictures when I leave the house but I seriously suck at cam phone pics. I need a paparazzo on my payroll. He will be for TwitPic purposes only. ;-)<br /><br />Oh yeah. I love Nicki Minaj. Since the general consensus on her is either intese love or intense hatred. Then again I don't give a shit about whether or not she's "good for hip hop" or whatever. What do I know? I used to have a Ma$e cd. lmao<br />Speaking of hip hop, how long are we gonna let Aubrey Graham be Drake? Is this necessary? Damn you CTV for firing him. Spinner needs a friend and all he has is that stupid band. I'm just saying.<br /><br />Anyway. Where do I wanna go next? I was gonna stick to the old LA fallback but I also owe Roger Talley a visit now that he's in Vegas. I should just go to McRae and eat corn pudding with Pamma and Aunt Jean for a week.<br /><br />*-I've been a blog neglectress. I apologize to the like 1 person who follows me. =D<br /><span style="size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-13246218165651218592009-09-30T22:11:00.000-07:002009-09-30T22:13:47.155-07:00It's been awhileIt's been awhile but my ADD has been on a rampage lately and I've only been able to handle short Twitter bursts. LOL!<br /><br />I didn't mean to neglect the (5) people who actually read my blog. =D =D<br /><br />I'm not working tomorrow. Maybe I'll post a bunch of random pics or something.MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-74806367747918919652009-08-24T22:48:00.001-07:002009-08-24T23:01:22.007-07:00I can't figure out if this is worse than another Tyler Perry movie....<span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I was browsing <a href="http://thecwexperience.wordpress.com/">here</a> and saw <a href="http://actsoffaithinloveandlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-no-that-steve-harvey-book-is-being.html">this link</a> and it lead me <a href="http://www.essence.com/news_entertainment/entertainment/articles/will_packer_producer?xid=061709-emailpitch-steveharvey">here</a>.<br /><br />Y'all...this is why we can't have nice things.<br /><br />Why does that horrible book need to be made into a movie? And why can't I figure out if this is worse than a Tyler Perry movie? I mean, so few things in this universe are worse, in my opinion, than a Tyler Perry movie.<br /><br />Let's compare them:<br /><br />Steve Harvey's book - Regurgitated, plagiarized material, repackaged by a man in a pimp suit and cosigned by fucking Oprah, at whom I am still mad for fucking up <span style="font-style: italic;">Their Eyes Were Watching God</span>, lol.<br /><br />A Tyler Perry movie - Regurgitated, repackaged stereotypes and bullshit, presented by a crossdressing, chitlin circuit "screenwriter" and cosigned by fucking Oprah, at whom I am still mad for inspiring fucking Tyra Banks and making her think she should talk instead of sit there and look pretty.<br /><br />It's a close one.<br /><br />I mean, Oprah did get Obama elected, but I'm convinced that she funds a lot of this crap that contributes to the fucked up condition of the black community so..........yeah.<br /><br />I might have to get back to you on this one. Either way, I'm upset. ;-)<br /><br /></span>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-16569304169520265652009-08-05T20:05:00.001-07:002009-08-05T21:09:35.903-07:0020 Years Ago<div style="width: 300px;"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/A6RAwgIG6Q"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/A6RAwgIG6Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed><a class="lawrmgyoemzarmyvmxmn" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/A6RAwgIG6Q"></a><a class="lawrmgyoemzarmyvmxmn" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/A6RAwgIG6Q"></a><a class="lawrmgyoemzarmyvmxmn" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/A6RAwgIG6Q"></a><a class="lawrmgyoemzarmyvmxmn" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/A6RAwgIG6Q"></a></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=A6RAwgIG6Q" rel="nofollow"><img style="-moz-binding: url(chrome://global/content/bindings/general.xml#asdfzxcv);" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=A6RAwgIG6Q" rel="nofollow"><img style="-moz-binding: url(chrome://global/content/bindings/general.xml#asdfzxcv);" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=A6RAwgIG6Q" rel="nofollow"><img style="-moz-binding: url(chrome://global/content/bindings/general.xml#asdfzxcv);" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=A6RAwgIG6Q" rel="nofollow"><img style="-moz-binding: url(chrome://global/content/bindings/general.xml#asdfzxcv);" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/A6RAwgIG6Q/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/melissalynnette/music/pAchPQ4c/vinx-11-dont-got-to-be-that-waywma/"></a><br />My uncle, Buddy, stage name, Vinx.<br /><br />They say that the first man a girl ever loves is her daddy. Which is true, in my case. But, luckily, I was given 2 men, real men, to love before I could even walk (or talk or write or eat solid foods, etc. lol).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8aasC9bNn0GIZD7dNjMZ4qbwhRu1U7vJkib9mtGLYl-H6Q1Gv7sz1BppsorqVr8Qgp0NVYdAhtAgIfvLzSXYUuhXBFiyg3xK8nJzZC-fZB0vme0ArWAlpyTmHiBThOxvMI9gvIT5y2wh/s1600-h/Poppy+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8aasC9bNn0GIZD7dNjMZ4qbwhRu1U7vJkib9mtGLYl-H6Q1Gv7sz1BppsorqVr8Qgp0NVYdAhtAgIfvLzSXYUuhXBFiyg3xK8nJzZC-fZB0vme0ArWAlpyTmHiBThOxvMI9gvIT5y2wh/s320/Poppy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692513671678402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Almost 26 years ago, my beautiful. wonderful self was born into this world, welcomed by, among others, my grandfather. Poppy, as I called him (cuz just learning to talk Melissa couldn't pronounce things properly, remember? Lmao). He was, according to my mother, delighted to have his first grandchild. And, as I vaguely remember, he was even more delighted that I was.......a handful, because he liked to watch my mother try to manage me. Parents, it seems, sit in wait for the day when their children have to be parents, so they can laugh at them. Ha!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLVx9w6cbrywHpOG6ZQ7NSFmVAS6ob8mrDgFHcdjrKyLG9dRR7TasoScWxIGsYTsxHYVNNefmz2n7JPM6sFivh6R_lHUo6qmNxWc_NP0eWHN5VZl4W7g4m2o3dw3wMMO7DNasetcP0C8w/s1600-h/Poppy+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLVx9w6cbrywHpOG6ZQ7NSFmVAS6ob8mrDgFHcdjrKyLG9dRR7TasoScWxIGsYTsxHYVNNefmz2n7JPM6sFivh6R_lHUo6qmNxWc_NP0eWHN5VZl4W7g4m2o3dw3wMMO7DNasetcP0C8w/s320/Poppy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692520848256946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />20 years ago, while stopping for a pack of cigarettes at a gas station, my Poppy, my mother's Daddy, an Air Force veteran, husband, brother, son, was killed. Stabbed to death by some carjacking career criminal the prison system decided they no longer had room to house. For the wallet he willingly gave up and the keys he hurriedly handed over.<br /><br />20 years ago, some punk broke my grandmother's heart.<br /><br />When my daddy passed away, one of the first things my mother said (in a laughably vain attempt) to comfort me was that I was lucky to have had a father, a real father, who loved me and raised me and disciplined me and took care of me. In her eulogy, she jokingly talked about how I had (in all seriousness) come home from my first year of college and hugged her, thanking her for staying married to my father, because I had seen what growing up without a man in the home could do to a young girl.<br /><br />Well........today I read the tribute she gave at her own father's funeral and something else she said touched me (it turns out that my mother is actually as wise as she pretends to be):<br /><blockquote>Daddy was the first man I ever loved, and the first man to love me. So when I began to look for the man to spend the rest of my life with, I knew exactly what qualities were important. The attributes I found in my husband were the ones I observed in my daddy.</blockquote>And she was right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5Cobm6EsSLh_SRwLKB-LwgL6FoXbFNyhHW9LbJRM0eWguOVR9DTGx6W6DLyY5idQkoWgWn9hFMZkf5r1iiHPcvyeyMqwVMbGKflRfkJ3y3FzzJ9abaipzbVPyYW_XCvhKCSUlElaSbc5/s1600-h/Poppy+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5Cobm6EsSLh_SRwLKB-LwgL6FoXbFNyhHW9LbJRM0eWguOVR9DTGx6W6DLyY5idQkoWgWn9hFMZkf5r1iiHPcvyeyMqwVMbGKflRfkJ3y3FzzJ9abaipzbVPyYW_XCvhKCSUlElaSbc5/s320/Poppy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692525408732338" border="0" /></a>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-28056584674185356272009-08-01T21:04:00.001-07:002009-08-01T21:07:10.083-07:00Happy AugustOnce again, I am reminded of why I don't plan. It never works out that way anyway. It's simply easier to be prepared for things and let life happen however it fucking wants to, because that's what it's going to do, ya know?<br /><br />My birthday is in 3 and a half weeks. I am wisely choosing to not expect to be doing anything of interest for it. Heh.<br /><br />That is all.MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-23152157855364033822009-07-21T21:05:00.000-07:002009-07-21T21:07:34.475-07:00Ahem! In case it had slipped your mind......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6urOTHie5igGDejUVrptbbWDMwoXxr9fYo-ozCuknsXWPXMsND2Jwe6OMfhzpEksoJKFITv8aMRgBSRCzn2P2nMNY5FefbNelglKw0YirnnlAHh9hVuhMr2WMACCS6Jkde6s-Gl9cRMe/s1600-h/b&m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6urOTHie5igGDejUVrptbbWDMwoXxr9fYo-ozCuknsXWPXMsND2Jwe6OMfhzpEksoJKFITv8aMRgBSRCzn2P2nMNY5FefbNelglKw0YirnnlAHh9hVuhMr2WMACCS6Jkde6s-Gl9cRMe/s320/b&m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361131151749376530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-l0adfWAHuYhwFLoYPgIA2_Gcxy1JsQQNn3g0ekR6XixjJ0ulBG0RSrrEAaGOw7pCVzRxb_x9-jo9qDQnNBXZQx4aMR4aN_bca5hlONbnwSOyt8BBxIn1q1wwNSxvioGWvdTdTjMw8QI/s1600-h/b&m2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-l0adfWAHuYhwFLoYPgIA2_Gcxy1JsQQNn3g0ekR6XixjJ0ulBG0RSrrEAaGOw7pCVzRxb_x9-jo9qDQnNBXZQx4aMR4aN_bca5hlONbnwSOyt8BBxIn1q1wwNSxvioGWvdTdTjMw8QI/s320/b&m2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361131146394017330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_NwqeXr7VRNvrEys8ZCao8_zVA5EGx7abzFfosUnt0OKmkQ_pucWwm6BfqbfvONPBDk0pa6HvzOEdSUa3WSs_P_j-tzfc5s-1NmoQ9CF-TTVLWewPEmYEYgnC-eJsFFiY4i4worKAVeq/s1600-h/m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_NwqeXr7VRNvrEys8ZCao8_zVA5EGx7abzFfosUnt0OKmkQ_pucWwm6BfqbfvONPBDk0pa6HvzOEdSUa3WSs_P_j-tzfc5s-1NmoQ9CF-TTVLWewPEmYEYgnC-eJsFFiY4i4worKAVeq/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361131140018994386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our First Couple is bad as hell!<br /><br />=DMDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-62425926967894096922009-07-04T13:54:00.000-07:002009-07-04T14:19:14.592-07:00Am I the only one who has a problem with this?I follow CNN on Twitter. They post good shit and I trust them to be a credible news resource. But...what the fuck is this? (Not that I'm blaming CNN for it, just...smdh)<br /><br />I came across this link: <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/07/01/bia.single.black.women.adopt/index.html?iref=newssearch">Single black women choosing to adopt</a> - It is apparently a part of their Black in America series. Whatever. Still disturbing.<br /><br />Since when...since when is having a baby something that you can rush because you feel like you're running out of time, but you're still waiting for God to "guide you to the right man"? And then, to top it off, the woman responsible for that nonsense has 3 adopted children. Yeah. Okay, "sister". You keep waiting for God to guide a man your way who feels like dealing with your baggage. *snort* She is also quoted as saying </span>"I am not going to settle and get married just for the sake of being married". Ummm......let's rework that sentence: "I am not going to settle and <span style="font-style: italic;">have children</span> just for the sake of<span style="font-style: italic;"> having children</span>." See how both sound like reasonable, mature things to say as a single woman? Sheesh!<br /><br />Now please, don't get me wrong. Adoption is a beautiful and selfless thing that renews my faith in the spirit of human kindness and whatnot, but seriously. Adopting a child because you claim you can't find a good man and you're sick of waiting for one is ludicrous. Not to mention incredibly selfish. This isn't an unplanned pregnancy, where a woman might decide to have the baby for various reasons, nor is it adoption because a couple has fertility issues. Children aren't accessories nor are they salves to make <span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span> feel better about being lonely. Get a puppy. lol<br /><br />And of course, the article focusing on the fact that it's black women apparently leading this "trend" did not escape me. Major WTF?! How far is this whole "independent woman" "there aren't any good black men" thing really gonna go? I mean, yeah. Buy Louboutins. Push a Lexus. Fly off with your girls to Jamaica or Aruba. Figure out your own 401k thingy. (something I still need to do, btw) But can we stop pretending that the rapid disappearance of black families isn't a tragedy and/or acting like it is truly possible to make a "family" out of any old combination of people living in the same house? Grrr!<br /><br />And I refuse to comment on the section of the article where they talked about how adoptive parents are rejecting the dark skinned children.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span>MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-13749726745610408822009-06-30T19:43:00.000-07:002009-06-30T19:49:05.715-07:00FYIThis is to all the black men with non black girlfriends who start acting guilty and special when I walk past:<br /><br />I don't give a fuck. Stop it! LOL.<br /><br />Now, no matter how I feel about <span style="font-weight: bold;">some</span> of the reasons why black men have decided to stop dating black women, I promise, in fact, I solemnly swear, that I won't bite you if I see y'all out with your girl. Stop calling attention to the fact that you're uncomfortable with your relationship. It's dumb, but it does make me giggle, so thanks for that.<br /><br />I'm sorry that you feel like every single solitary black woman in this country is mad at you and your girl. But shit. It's not that deep. Stop ducking your heads, shuffling your feet, pulling her close to you, looking at the ceiling, pulling your phone out real quick, etc. when you see me. Please!<br /><br />Thank you. =DMDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-71179145780712854452009-06-17T21:14:00.001-07:002009-06-17T21:15:32.431-07:00Negrocity!!<embed src="http://dimewars.com/flashmedia/secureflvplayer.swf" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="file=http://dimewars.com/GetSecureVideo.aspx?BCMEDIAID=ddcf15ff-7ea1-4b45-8b85-afa4fdf91fe7&autostart=false&shuffle=false&linkfromdisplay=true&linktarget=_blank&usefullscreen=true&rotatetime=5&logo=http://www.dimewars.com/MediaShare/dwlogo_embed.png&backcolor=0x000000&frontcolor=0xffffff&lightcolor=0xC10505&streamer=rtmp://ec2-67-202-18-233.compute-1.amazonaws.com/securetoken" width="425" height="344"></embed><div style="text-align:center;width: 425px;"> <a href="http://www.dimewars.com/video">For Hip Hop News & Entertainment</a> at DimeWars.Com</div><br /><br />As cute as I've always thought Toya was, it's not like I ever thought either she or Tiny should......speak. Saints preserve, us!<br /><br />I mean, this proves that anybody can get a reality show these days. smdhMDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-72088449017152279512009-06-02T09:18:00.000-07:002009-06-02T09:19:18.637-07:00Los AngelesI will be there: June 21 - June 24.<br /><br />Does anyone know where I can get like 500 condoms for free? No, I'm NOT going to USE them. I'm going to shoot with them. LOL!MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-18510324839823048902009-05-18T11:37:00.000-07:002009-05-18T11:45:48.856-07:00Whiskey Tango FoxtrotI came across 2 hilarious links last night.<br /><br />The first was a <a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com/list.php?list_id=129606">list</a> on Model Mayhem. Shameful. Why is there a list dedicated to pictures of men <span style="font-style: italic;">pretending</span> to be "thugs and G's"? Modeling is pretending, list maker. You should know that. LOL<br /><br />Then......hilarity.<br /><br /><a href="http://whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com/">WhyTheFuckDoYouHaveAKid.Com</a><br /><br />Sad? Yes. Gut wrenchingly funny? All day.<br /><br />The best one so far:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YYodxfv1tYnZozeLtuEbLSApEBDYLoslOGxjjIYqn70gIpwDrMKuLy9ODpLku3Wp-V4zBXSXy2JSONA3C1jKAVEoqye0JDydS0HyBfeVDcgnnE0XBJdLjREQ8lPMG8JFZsCw-2hFbtEr/s1600-h/why+is+there+a+child.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YYodxfv1tYnZozeLtuEbLSApEBDYLoslOGxjjIYqn70gIpwDrMKuLy9ODpLku3Wp-V4zBXSXy2JSONA3C1jKAVEoqye0JDydS0HyBfeVDcgnnE0XBJdLjREQ8lPMG8JFZsCw-2hFbtEr/s320/why+is+there+a+child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337236738921308770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I agree with that guy. Why IS there a child?! Haaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-34140077025575499002009-05-11T22:16:00.001-07:002009-05-11T22:18:48.008-07:00Mother's Day Happy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vDVoVhc5bJnh4LlaPWVHVLxmR9f5dRgK49qnC-x0eQAfLcTDcwGG6Lo0fJGL2_Nr093dXZbvPIHjMa4WZ2br1ryDSebryXxMrk-eUxmSNAJNKUegRhXeiDSVfiuWsY_-pIOTBBQenqla/s1600-h/IMG00127.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vDVoVhc5bJnh4LlaPWVHVLxmR9f5dRgK49qnC-x0eQAfLcTDcwGG6Lo0fJGL2_Nr093dXZbvPIHjMa4WZ2br1ryDSebryXxMrk-eUxmSNAJNKUegRhXeiDSVfiuWsY_-pIOTBBQenqla/s320/IMG00127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334802284374504098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZ7f2CFzXTScwG9xCOueMuELm8cZgzmZ7ZG-wOGrBIopuxnmBXS0cfhioyF5lgWwhSimAy__PhPlfUVsemW3ZvraMN0kUFhh5Ummf8jqcO5u8kQgVQRAgyOIvxzvOs8octoF7p0v9D3i1/s1600-h/IMG00128.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZ7f2CFzXTScwG9xCOueMuELm8cZgzmZ7ZG-wOGrBIopuxnmBXS0cfhioyF5lgWwhSimAy__PhPlfUVsemW3ZvraMN0kUFhh5Ummf8jqcO5u8kQgVQRAgyOIvxzvOs8octoF7p0v9D3i1/s320/IMG00128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334802280820898050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I swear, chubby smiley cheeks is so in my DNA. LOLMDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-18295634186907470792009-05-11T22:05:00.000-07:002009-05-11T22:15:19.195-07:00Now that's a bad bitch.....Proverbs 31:10-31 (King James Version)<br /><blockquote>10 Who can find a <span style="font-weight: bold;">virtuous woman</span>? for her price is far above rubies.<br />11 The <span style="font-weight: bold;">heart</span> of <span style="font-weight: bold;">her husband</span> doth <span style="font-weight: bold;">safely trust</span> in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.<br />12 <span style="font-weight: bold;">She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.</span><br />13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.<br />14 She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.<br />15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.<br />16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.<br />17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.<br />18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.<br />19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.<br />20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.<br />21 <span style="font-weight: bold;">She is not afraid</span> of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.<br />22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.<br />23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.<br />24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.<br />25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.<br />26 She openeth her mouth with <span style="font-weight: bold;">wisdom</span>; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.<br />27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.<br />28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">he praiseth her.</span><br />29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.<br />30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.<br />31Give her of the fruit of her hands; and <span style="font-weight: bold;">let her own works praise her in the gates.</span></blockquote><br />What's this? Melissa posting Bible verses?! Is this a sign of the Apocalypse or something?<br /><br />Yes. Yes it is. Go buy a lot of batteries and bottled water.<br /><br />=D =DMDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-11611954808014591292009-05-05T21:23:00.001-07:002009-05-05T21:26:31.084-07:00I hope they went home after this.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmRrUqPSRP8GiDX49PVt5usUqpGlfjPE196jddMi3kT5C7WPz1RkZE_XttRlUbjlZNI8aUK0obB2eR8Y6vZWLdx_OvB419mvBNPgutU42Kz1Tay5uuLHVSHhJABtFCVyhxXhkAO3NLQYM/s1600-h/KR4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmRrUqPSRP8GiDX49PVt5usUqpGlfjPE196jddMi3kT5C7WPz1RkZE_XttRlUbjlZNI8aUK0obB2eR8Y6vZWLdx_OvB419mvBNPgutU42Kz1Tay5uuLHVSHhJABtFCVyhxXhkAO3NLQYM/s320/KR4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332562286528933378" /></a><br /><br />and had hot monkey sex.<br />Because Reggie, that's what I would do.<br />Kim, same thing.<br />LOL<br />Hot ass fucking couple. Damn!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IWvPK4WIoB3R6o34eB6YNtZav0ojzS7fmdLM72-kwVazElje252DTLcLisjjsPprk2xk3twOeOZSsNDnA5bZKcUiuw3HadKAkmlkltCZwywPFHSrjiXLbYgnLxQas8Pil8bQAmyytd9-/s1600-h/KR3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IWvPK4WIoB3R6o34eB6YNtZav0ojzS7fmdLM72-kwVazElje252DTLcLisjjsPprk2xk3twOeOZSsNDnA5bZKcUiuw3HadKAkmlkltCZwywPFHSrjiXLbYgnLxQas8Pil8bQAmyytd9-/s320/KR3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332562280228675394" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitl0tigvv8P9b8QjW6WE_VTog3Me3_2rhyJj6Xk4Rk-c1tsFlMYzHoKYLEuXqPx9knzf6Bqhw3qJqfe89pyYzV8Byc586HP5St8QgR-wszXRl2r3CPDYScsOQpWCEjGRsb72rSH5cQ8Gg6/s1600-h/KR2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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Which means............Pamma and Aunt Jean are coming! =D<br /><br />I'm a dork. I call my grandmother Pamma. Leave me alone, just learning to talk Melissa couldn't pronounce Grandma. So what? lol. <br /><br />Anyway, she has a twin sister and they are super cute and they live together in a tiny little town in Georgia and because they are like 77 and have nothing else to do (how fabulous), they drive up to see us in my grandmother's old lady car and stay around for a month or so. And they cook. Which makes me extra excited. Because my mother does not cook. It's a tragedy. She buys a ton of Lean Cuisines and then looks at me crazy when I say I'm hungry. *headdesk* <br /><br />So. They'll be here soon. <br /><br />Happy!MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7081382009102503121.post-49745361454880959012009-04-20T13:38:00.003-07:002009-04-20T13:40:09.359-07:00I was pleased...I was pleased that my hair didn't fall out and then I hit up Facebook and saw this nonsense:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3419420504_b1b1143839_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 1024px; height: 447px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3419420504_b1b1143839_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Click on the pic for the full size and to read the whole thing.<br /><br />Anyway....MDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00721717895222327048noreply@blogger.com0