reb.
rebound...every basketball fan is familiar with the term.
But I aint talkin hoops today.
I used to say..."If you date somebody for a year and then you break up, you should be single for a year." Now that theory can't be applied if you've been with somebody for 6 yrs...but you get my point. The thing that you're avoiding is jumping into another relationship too soon.
For example, if you date somebody for a year (seriously) but you break up...then you're in another relationship in 3 months...THAT'S a rebound relationship.
I'll be the first to admit that I did this...ONCE. I didn't get into another relationship b/c I wanted to have a girlfriend. I did it to get OVER a girlfriend. I wasn't a dog or anything. Just did it for the wrong reasons. She stepped to me and the rest was history.
Is it so there something in us that wants to be in relationships when we KNOW that we aint ready?
Have you ever been in a rebound relationship?
Hollatchaboi!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
throwback thursday
Picture this...
the time was 1993...
the scene was on the campus of my alma mater, South Carolina State University.
As many of you know, I met my wife when I was in college. Prior to meeting her, I was the typical guy who loved women. I had seen alotta things in my time at SC State when it came to sistas. However, I had one encounter that I'll never forget...
One day after practice, me and my boys, Moe and Russell stopped by the cafe to grab something to eat. As we were eating, I noticed a female who was staring at me from across the room. Our eyes connected. She smiled and looked away. A few minutes passed and I noticed that she was staring at me again. She smiled at me. So, I smiled at her. I didn't know who she was. In fact, prior to that day I had never seen her before. I told Moe and Russ that she was checkin' me out. She was very cute. I mean, she was an eye catcher (looked like Megan Goode). I waited for her to leave so I could see what her body looked like. As she walked past our table, I noticed that she had a nice body AND she was bowlegged. OMG! A young 12kyle was a sucka for women with pretty eyes and bowlegs. Anyway, I wanted to run up on her and talk to her but I played it cool. I knew I'd see her again...
I saw the Mystery Girl for the next few days at the same cafe...at the same time. She continued to stare and smile. Well, I had made up my mind that it was time for me to stop being cool and holla at her. Just as I was about to stroll over to her table I ran into an old female friend from freshman year. She proceeded to talk (without interruption) for the next 10 mins. By the time she finished, the Mystery Girl was gone. I was pissed. She had slipped through my fingers again. Or did she? Well, later that night, I received a phone call from my homegirl, Stacy. She called and said that her friend Kandi wants to meet me. She also said that "Kandi has been watching you in the cafe and she thinks that you're cute." TOUCHDOWN! Could it be that Stacy is friends with the Mystery Girl???? Before I got my hopes up I had to confirm it. I asked Stacy what was Kandi wearing that day. She replied..."a yellow shirt and jeans." I thought to myself..."YESSSSS! That's her. That's what she was wearing." I told Stacy to give Kandi my number and we'd talk. She did.
Kandi called me the next day. I was surprised at how cool she was. Within a few mins into the conversation, I realized that not only was she fine but she was smart (can't talk to dumb chicks). I was liking her even more now. We talked for 2 hrs that night. We complimented each other on our looks. She said that she didnt know if I had paid her any attention. I told her that I had never seen her around until recently. I was truly impressed. I learned that she was a big football fan, pre-med major, and a hip hop fan. That was right up my alley!!!
For the next week, Kandi and I would talk on the phone for at least an hour each night. I was really feeling her. Not only was she fine but she had a good head on her shoulders. One night while we were on the phone, I heard her humming a tune. I asked her if she could sing. She said "yes." So, I asked her to sing something for me. She sang the first verse of Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy." OMG!!! She sounded JUST like Anita Baker!!!! I'm thinkin' to myself..."she went from being a Mystery Girl to a fine, smart chick who can sing her face off." Young 12kyle was enjoying himself.
From the time that we exchanged numbers, we had not seen each other in the cafe anymore. The phone calls were great but she felt like we should sit down face-to-face. That was cool for me b/c I wanted to stare into thos pretty brown eyes any way. We agreed to meet for brunch on a Sunday morning. I was pumped up. Got dressed and threw on some Cool Water cologne (don't laugh...lol). I made it to the cafe before she did so I sat down and waited for her arrival.
I waited. And waited. And waited. I'm like..."where is this chick?" Finally, a chick sits directly in front of me. I looked at her and smiled...but it wasn't Kandi. I wanted to tell the chick that the seat was taken. But before I could open my mouth she said..."Hi Kyle. I'm Kandi. Nice to FINALLY talk to you in person and not over the phone." This chick wasn't Kandi. Well, she WAS but she wasn't. I mean, she was Kandi but she wasn't the same chick who I was droolin' over. It wasn't her. She didn't look good either...I mean...she was aiiight. But she didn't look like the Mystery Girl. Was this a case of mistaken identity? How the hell did this happen? This chick had on halter top that exposed her breasts. And she had hair on her chest!!!!! Ewwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
I was sooo disgusted. But I had to play it cool and act like I was still interested in talking. I played it off but that might have been the longest 45 mins of my life. I was shook. I don't know how this happened! Where was the chick who looked liked Megan with the big pretty eyes and the bow legs? We had a decent convo despite the fact that I was an emotional wreck inside. As I left the cafe, I told her that I'd call her later (I didnt but I did call her again) I was in a state of shock.
I was looking for the dime and somebody gave me a hairy nickel.
SHIT!
the time was 1993...
the scene was on the campus of my alma mater, South Carolina State University.
As many of you know, I met my wife when I was in college. Prior to meeting her, I was the typical guy who loved women. I had seen alotta things in my time at SC State when it came to sistas. However, I had one encounter that I'll never forget...
One day after practice, me and my boys, Moe and Russell stopped by the cafe to grab something to eat. As we were eating, I noticed a female who was staring at me from across the room. Our eyes connected. She smiled and looked away. A few minutes passed and I noticed that she was staring at me again. She smiled at me. So, I smiled at her. I didn't know who she was. In fact, prior to that day I had never seen her before. I told Moe and Russ that she was checkin' me out. She was very cute. I mean, she was an eye catcher (looked like Megan Goode). I waited for her to leave so I could see what her body looked like. As she walked past our table, I noticed that she had a nice body AND she was bowlegged. OMG! A young 12kyle was a sucka for women with pretty eyes and bowlegs. Anyway, I wanted to run up on her and talk to her but I played it cool. I knew I'd see her again...
I saw the Mystery Girl for the next few days at the same cafe...at the same time. She continued to stare and smile. Well, I had made up my mind that it was time for me to stop being cool and holla at her. Just as I was about to stroll over to her table I ran into an old female friend from freshman year. She proceeded to talk (without interruption) for the next 10 mins. By the time she finished, the Mystery Girl was gone. I was pissed. She had slipped through my fingers again. Or did she? Well, later that night, I received a phone call from my homegirl, Stacy. She called and said that her friend Kandi wants to meet me. She also said that "Kandi has been watching you in the cafe and she thinks that you're cute." TOUCHDOWN! Could it be that Stacy is friends with the Mystery Girl???? Before I got my hopes up I had to confirm it. I asked Stacy what was Kandi wearing that day. She replied..."a yellow shirt and jeans." I thought to myself..."YESSSSS! That's her. That's what she was wearing." I told Stacy to give Kandi my number and we'd talk. She did.
Kandi called me the next day. I was surprised at how cool she was. Within a few mins into the conversation, I realized that not only was she fine but she was smart (can't talk to dumb chicks). I was liking her even more now. We talked for 2 hrs that night. We complimented each other on our looks. She said that she didnt know if I had paid her any attention. I told her that I had never seen her around until recently. I was truly impressed. I learned that she was a big football fan, pre-med major, and a hip hop fan. That was right up my alley!!!
For the next week, Kandi and I would talk on the phone for at least an hour each night. I was really feeling her. Not only was she fine but she had a good head on her shoulders. One night while we were on the phone, I heard her humming a tune. I asked her if she could sing. She said "yes." So, I asked her to sing something for me. She sang the first verse of Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy." OMG!!! She sounded JUST like Anita Baker!!!! I'm thinkin' to myself..."she went from being a Mystery Girl to a fine, smart chick who can sing her face off." Young 12kyle was enjoying himself.
From the time that we exchanged numbers, we had not seen each other in the cafe anymore. The phone calls were great but she felt like we should sit down face-to-face. That was cool for me b/c I wanted to stare into thos pretty brown eyes any way. We agreed to meet for brunch on a Sunday morning. I was pumped up. Got dressed and threw on some Cool Water cologne (don't laugh...lol). I made it to the cafe before she did so I sat down and waited for her arrival.
I waited. And waited. And waited. I'm like..."where is this chick?" Finally, a chick sits directly in front of me. I looked at her and smiled...but it wasn't Kandi. I wanted to tell the chick that the seat was taken. But before I could open my mouth she said..."Hi Kyle. I'm Kandi. Nice to FINALLY talk to you in person and not over the phone." This chick wasn't Kandi. Well, she WAS but she wasn't. I mean, she was Kandi but she wasn't the same chick who I was droolin' over. It wasn't her. She didn't look good either...I mean...she was aiiight. But she didn't look like the Mystery Girl. Was this a case of mistaken identity? How the hell did this happen? This chick had on halter top that exposed her breasts. And she had hair on her chest!!!!! Ewwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
I was sooo disgusted. But I had to play it cool and act like I was still interested in talking. I played it off but that might have been the longest 45 mins of my life. I was shook. I don't know how this happened! Where was the chick who looked liked Megan with the big pretty eyes and the bow legs? We had a decent convo despite the fact that I was an emotional wreck inside. As I left the cafe, I told her that I'd call her later (I didnt but I did call her again) I was in a state of shock.
I was looking for the dime and somebody gave me a hairy nickel.
SHIT!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
izbrooklynindahouze?
izbrooklynindahouze?
No.
Neither is Queens, Bronx, Mahattan, or Staten Island.
New York is gone...gone from the landscape of hip hop.
When I say that New York is gone, I don't mean it literally. There are still some great MCs that rep the Big Apple. However, the landscape of rap in New York has changed. Can it make a comeback? I dunno.
If you're like me and grew up in the 80s/90s, then you saw some of the best MCs come from NYC. Quite frankly, back then most of the dudes from the South couldn't rap. Back in '88, you had MCs like Chuck D, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G Rap, LL Cool J, etc. The South could only offer regional acts like 2 Live Crew. That's not a diss to Uncle Luke (love that dude) but the South had no voice. I grew up in South Carolina and New York MCs was where it was at.
As we moved into the early 90s, the balance of power shifted to the West. The Death Row era was in full swing with Dr. Dre, Snoop, Dogg Pound, Tupac, etc. There was also a movement brewing in the South with Master P (No Limit), Outkast, Goodie MoB, Geto Boys, UGK, etc. When it looked like New York would be lost in the shift, hip hop was gonna flow back through New York. The next wave brought the likes of NaS, Jay Z, Biggie, Wu-Tang, DMX (and the whole Ruff Ryder crew).
Some said New York MCs were back. Some said that they had never left. As we moved in to the early '00s, New York MCs have sorta drifted away. Or did they? If you look at hip hop right now, who's the lyrical MC that will carry the torch? Dudes like NaS, Jay Z, LL are all on the downsides of their careers. 50 Cent? I dunno how "lyrical" he is b/c he spends so much time starting childish beefs. A few years ago, magazines had pegged MCs like Jadakiss,Papoose, Joel Ortiz, Joe Budden (NJ), Saigon, etc to lead the movement of bringing back "the lyrical New York MC." But a combination of slow sales, bad record deals, and the influence of "bubble gum/microwave rap" has pushed NYC out of the limelight.
I don't think NYC is gone from hip hop. But NYC MCs used to run the playground. Nowadays, they hope to get a chance to get in the park.
Hollatchaboi!
No.
Neither is Queens, Bronx, Mahattan, or Staten Island.
New York is gone...gone from the landscape of hip hop.
When I say that New York is gone, I don't mean it literally. There are still some great MCs that rep the Big Apple. However, the landscape of rap in New York has changed. Can it make a comeback? I dunno.
If you're like me and grew up in the 80s/90s, then you saw some of the best MCs come from NYC. Quite frankly, back then most of the dudes from the South couldn't rap. Back in '88, you had MCs like Chuck D, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G Rap, LL Cool J, etc. The South could only offer regional acts like 2 Live Crew. That's not a diss to Uncle Luke (love that dude) but the South had no voice. I grew up in South Carolina and New York MCs was where it was at.
As we moved into the early 90s, the balance of power shifted to the West. The Death Row era was in full swing with Dr. Dre, Snoop, Dogg Pound, Tupac, etc. There was also a movement brewing in the South with Master P (No Limit), Outkast, Goodie MoB, Geto Boys, UGK, etc. When it looked like New York would be lost in the shift, hip hop was gonna flow back through New York. The next wave brought the likes of NaS, Jay Z, Biggie, Wu-Tang, DMX (and the whole Ruff Ryder crew).
Some said New York MCs were back. Some said that they had never left. As we moved in to the early '00s, New York MCs have sorta drifted away. Or did they? If you look at hip hop right now, who's the lyrical MC that will carry the torch? Dudes like NaS, Jay Z, LL are all on the downsides of their careers. 50 Cent? I dunno how "lyrical" he is b/c he spends so much time starting childish beefs. A few years ago, magazines had pegged MCs like Jadakiss,Papoose, Joel Ortiz, Joe Budden (NJ), Saigon, etc to lead the movement of bringing back "the lyrical New York MC." But a combination of slow sales, bad record deals, and the influence of "bubble gum/microwave rap" has pushed NYC out of the limelight.
I don't think NYC is gone from hip hop. But NYC MCs used to run the playground. Nowadays, they hope to get a chance to get in the park.
Hollatchaboi!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
ugottafreakinluvit
There are certain rules that all men must live by...
1. Don't mess with another man's money...
2. Don't mess with another man's family...
3. Don't mess with another man's woman...
These are all unwritten man laws that we live by. Breaking one of these rules...in most cases...can get you cussed out, beat up, stabbed, shot at (or shot), and or killed.
There's another unwritten rule that we live by but it's unlike the others...
You can't make a ho your housewife.
It's subtle but to the point. We have always been taught to neva eva eva eva eva eva to fall in love with a freak. Now...I know what you're thinking...if a woman sleeps around a lot then she's considered a ho or a freak but if a man does the same thing...he's considered to be a stud. Is it a double standard???? Yes! Don't be mad at me, I didn't make the rules...I just follow em.
I arrived at these thoughts yesterday when I heard that Darius McCrary had secretly married Karrine Steffans over the weekend. Many of you remember Darius as Eddie Winslow on the hit tv series Family Matters. And you don't need me to tell you who Steffans is. Most men that I know...are familiar with her by her nickname..."Superhead". If you don't know who she is, look her up and you'll see that she has a reputation that preceeds her.
After hearing the news, my first thought was..."what a dummy!" I mean, not only did she have sex with hundreds of celebrites and wrote books about her exploits and how she made money off them...but there is a video of her "puttin in work." LOL. You just don't do that in my opinion. She's just downright nasty. Rick James said it best when he said you can't have a superfreak "because you can't take her home to your momma." That is soooo true. Picture McCrary introducing her to his momz. "Hey mom...I'd like you to meet my woman, Superhead."
Anyway, it got me thinking...how much is too much. I mean, I don't think any of us married folk were virgins before we got married. And I KNOW the single people who read this blog all the time are not virgins. LMAO!!! As men, it's an issue that we think about when we're trying to get close to you. We want you to be wild and do all the stuff that we like...buuuuuuuuuuuut...we don't want no freaks! Well, we want you to be a freak but you gotta be our personal freak! You can't give it up to everybody. When the questions arise about previous sex partners, we never get the real answer...male or female. We all lie. I know you've lied about it because you're probably laughing as you read this. haaaaa. In the day of AIDS and HIV, we should be asking these questions but I know what time it is.
"If you ask a woman how many sexual partners she's had, she'll tell you how many boyfriends she's had. She's aint gonna count the random dudes that she gave it up too!"- Chris Rock
For the record...most men know how many men their woman has slept with despite what they say. We have a way of knowing. I would tell you how but I'd be breaking a man law.
Since we're all freaks to some degree...we want somebody just as freaky as us...but we don't want a stone cold freak! I mean, nobody wants to have a man/woman that the world thinks is a ho or a slut (male or female). So here's the questions...
Ladiez...
Would you be honest with your man if you had a track record like Superhead or if you had more sexual partners than you think you should have had in your life time?
Fellaz...
Could you be with a chick who the world thought was the biggest ho in town? Could you marry a chick like Superhead? If so, why?
Hollatachaboi!!!
1. Don't mess with another man's money...
2. Don't mess with another man's family...
3. Don't mess with another man's woman...
These are all unwritten man laws that we live by. Breaking one of these rules...in most cases...can get you cussed out, beat up, stabbed, shot at (or shot), and or killed.
There's another unwritten rule that we live by but it's unlike the others...
You can't make a ho your housewife.
It's subtle but to the point. We have always been taught to neva eva eva eva eva eva to fall in love with a freak. Now...I know what you're thinking...if a woman sleeps around a lot then she's considered a ho or a freak but if a man does the same thing...he's considered to be a stud. Is it a double standard???? Yes! Don't be mad at me, I didn't make the rules...I just follow em.
I arrived at these thoughts yesterday when I heard that Darius McCrary had secretly married Karrine Steffans over the weekend. Many of you remember Darius as Eddie Winslow on the hit tv series Family Matters. And you don't need me to tell you who Steffans is. Most men that I know...are familiar with her by her nickname..."Superhead". If you don't know who she is, look her up and you'll see that she has a reputation that preceeds her.
After hearing the news, my first thought was..."what a dummy!" I mean, not only did she have sex with hundreds of celebrites and wrote books about her exploits and how she made money off them...but there is a video of her "puttin in work." LOL. You just don't do that in my opinion. She's just downright nasty. Rick James said it best when he said you can't have a superfreak "because you can't take her home to your momma." That is soooo true. Picture McCrary introducing her to his momz. "Hey mom...I'd like you to meet my woman, Superhead."
Anyway, it got me thinking...how much is too much. I mean, I don't think any of us married folk were virgins before we got married. And I KNOW the single people who read this blog all the time are not virgins. LMAO!!! As men, it's an issue that we think about when we're trying to get close to you. We want you to be wild and do all the stuff that we like...buuuuuuuuuuuut...we don't want no freaks! Well, we want you to be a freak but you gotta be our personal freak! You can't give it up to everybody. When the questions arise about previous sex partners, we never get the real answer...male or female. We all lie. I know you've lied about it because you're probably laughing as you read this. haaaaa. In the day of AIDS and HIV, we should be asking these questions but I know what time it is.
"If you ask a woman how many sexual partners she's had, she'll tell you how many boyfriends she's had. She's aint gonna count the random dudes that she gave it up too!"- Chris Rock
For the record...most men know how many men their woman has slept with despite what they say. We have a way of knowing. I would tell you how but I'd be breaking a man law.
Since we're all freaks to some degree...we want somebody just as freaky as us...but we don't want a stone cold freak! I mean, nobody wants to have a man/woman that the world thinks is a ho or a slut (male or female). So here's the questions...
Ladiez...
Would you be honest with your man if you had a track record like Superhead or if you had more sexual partners than you think you should have had in your life time?
Fellaz...
Could you be with a chick who the world thought was the biggest ho in town? Could you marry a chick like Superhead? If so, why?
Hollatachaboi!!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
men vs women...
Sometimes...I think there are some distinct differences between men and women.
There are some similarities, too.
All women talk...
All men talk...
Most women talk too much...
Some men talk too much...
Most women will kiss (sex) and tell...
All men will kiss (sex) and tell...
Most men are clever...
All women are clever...
All women have a sense of sophistication...
Some men are corny...
All women are emotional...
Most men aren't emotional enough. Others are too emotional about the wrong things!
Most women want to be mentally stimulated by her man...
Few men want to be mentally stimulated by their woman...
All men want to be loved...
All women want to be loved...
Most women know that they have the power...
Most men think they have the power when they really have none...
Some women are slick...
Most men are slick...
Some men are faithful...
Most women are faithful...
All women love hard...
Most men love hard...
All men are too smart for their own good...
Some women aren't smart enough...
Some women start trouble...
Some men look for trouble...
Some women might be pissed off while reading this...
A few men might be pissed off while reading this...but they know I don't care. haaaaa
Hollatchaboi!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
off tha dome
Random thoughts...
Hmmm...where do I start???
Let's start with my favorite wish upon a star baby momma...
Sanaa Lathan...Sanaa Lathan...Sanaa Lathan
Why do people get quiet when you get on an elevator?Ever smell someone who smells like they FELL in the bottle of cologne/perfume?
President Obama picked the North Carolina Tar Heels to win the NCAA Tournament. Maybe he knows what he's talkin bout? Lol
Water should NOT smell
Ever noticed people who would rather squint their eyes than to go get their classes?
The Masters start this week. They may need to start calling it the Tiger Invitational
They say that you learn more in the first 6 yrs of your life than you learn for the rest of your life
Does that mean that my son Kameron (age 6) is smarter than me right now?
Who was the "genius" who decided to cast a movie with Beyonce Carter and Idris Alba? Not only do they star in the movie but their marriage is challenged by a stalker/fatal attraction white lady. Blah. I'll pass on this one...
Do people really spend $200 for some Air Jordans?
Maybe I have a sick sense of humor but I find some things very funny.
Peep this dude. Snapped him on the train. Peep the baby aspirin orange suit and the shoes. I had to hold my laughter in while I snapped this clown.
Do you like to be tickled?
If you have "bad sex" with a man/woman the first time that you get with em...do they get a 2nd chance to redeem themselves?
Baked fish or baked chicken?
Family Guy or Simpsons?
I know that Spring is around the corner and you wanna get your workout on but don't hog the treadmill at the gym. Do your 30 mins and then kick rocks.
Now...y'all know how I feel about being ashy in public! I snapped these dogs when I was in Minneapolis last week. Who wears flops on 40 degree day. Please pass the lotion, grease, or WD-40
Hollatchaboi!!!
Monday, April 6, 2009
mixtape monday
Enjoy the mixtape!
Three Times Dope
Funky Dividends
Souls of Mischief
From 93 Til Infinity
Biz Markie
Just a Friend
EPMD
Head Banger
A Tribe Called Quest
We've Got the Jazz/Buggin Out
Bonus Party Track...
Fat Man Scoop
Put Ya Hands Up
Thursday, April 2, 2009
off tha dome
random thoughts...
If you do lunch or dinner with co-workers...the objective is NOT to talk about work! Let's leave work...at work!
The G20 is going on right now and they didn't invite me.
NBA playoffs are right 'round da corner!
I wonder if President Obama is gonna bring the light skinned bruthas back?
*looking in the mirror at this handsome chocolate face...realizing that it's gonna take more than Obama to bring y'all back* LMAO
Speaking of President Obama, I've noticed that even in these tough times...when he's faced with some tough questions...he'll crack a smile! That shows me that he's confident about what he's doing. That is very comforting to people.
I have YET to hear a woman say anything negative about Michelle Obama. She is a phenomenal woman
Trick Daddy announced to the world that he has the life-threatening disease, lupus. Good luck, Trick. We know that you love the kids.
Wonder what happened to the other dudes in Leaders of the New School? After Busta Rhymes' verse on Scenario...you knew he'd leave the group
Looks like we've all been bloggin' very sporadically. It's ok. Don't worry. Blog when you get the urge to say something.
Remember Chic-O-Sticks? I want one
For those of you read this blog but don't comment...make sure that you check out some of these other bloggers in my blog crew. They are all some dope writers.
Everbody keeps asking me so I'll answer it for the 30th time...yes...there ARE black people in Minnesota. LoL
Ladies...if a man is coming to pick you up, BE READY to leave when he gets there!
Men...don't be afraid to tell a woman how you feel. You never know love until you allow yourself to know love
I'm always amazed at how college coaches can jump from school to school and nobody says anything but the athletes can't do that!
Speaking of college sports, be leery when you hear folks use the term "student-athlete"...there's no such thing
Colored eye contacts...is not a good look
Do you go to sleep on a flight? I don't
Tamala Jones...Tamala Jones...Tamala Jones...
If you do lunch or dinner with co-workers...the objective is NOT to talk about work! Let's leave work...at work!
The G20 is going on right now and they didn't invite me.
NBA playoffs are right 'round da corner!
I wonder if President Obama is gonna bring the light skinned bruthas back?
*looking in the mirror at this handsome chocolate face...realizing that it's gonna take more than Obama to bring y'all back* LMAO
Speaking of President Obama, I've noticed that even in these tough times...when he's faced with some tough questions...he'll crack a smile! That shows me that he's confident about what he's doing. That is very comforting to people.
I have YET to hear a woman say anything negative about Michelle Obama. She is a phenomenal woman
Trick Daddy announced to the world that he has the life-threatening disease, lupus. Good luck, Trick. We know that you love the kids.
Wonder what happened to the other dudes in Leaders of the New School? After Busta Rhymes' verse on Scenario...you knew he'd leave the group
Looks like we've all been bloggin' very sporadically. It's ok. Don't worry. Blog when you get the urge to say something.
Remember Chic-O-Sticks? I want one
For those of you read this blog but don't comment...make sure that you check out some of these other bloggers in my blog crew. They are all some dope writers.
Everbody keeps asking me so I'll answer it for the 30th time...yes...there ARE black people in Minnesota. LoL
Ladies...if a man is coming to pick you up, BE READY to leave when he gets there!
Men...don't be afraid to tell a woman how you feel. You never know love until you allow yourself to know love
I'm always amazed at how college coaches can jump from school to school and nobody says anything but the athletes can't do that!
Speaking of college sports, be leery when you hear folks use the term "student-athlete"...there's no such thing
Colored eye contacts...is not a good look
Do you go to sleep on a flight? I don't
Tamala Jones...Tamala Jones...Tamala Jones...
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
fallen apple
Life has a funny way of repeating itself.
After telling my 2 year old son, Brandon, for the third time to back away from the tv...I realized something...
I have become MY father. I mean, I sound just like him. Brandon isn't my first child. I've been a father for 9 yrs. My oldest son, Deion, is nine and my middle son, Kameron, is 6. But right now...I am my father. I have developed into his ideas on parenting and the world. This is not a bad thing. My father is more than a father...he's one of my best friends. He had the biggest influence on me and my brother growing up.
I always said that if I could become half the parent that my parents were then I would have accomplished a lot.
What about you? For those of you who are parents...are you like your parents? How?
For those of you who aren't parents...do you think you'd develop the ideologies of your parents? Why...why not?
The apple don't fall far from the tree.
Hollatchaboi!
After telling my 2 year old son, Brandon, for the third time to back away from the tv...I realized something...
I have become MY father. I mean, I sound just like him. Brandon isn't my first child. I've been a father for 9 yrs. My oldest son, Deion, is nine and my middle son, Kameron, is 6. But right now...I am my father. I have developed into his ideas on parenting and the world. This is not a bad thing. My father is more than a father...he's one of my best friends. He had the biggest influence on me and my brother growing up.
I always said that if I could become half the parent that my parents were then I would have accomplished a lot.
What about you? For those of you who are parents...are you like your parents? How?
For those of you who aren't parents...do you think you'd develop the ideologies of your parents? Why...why not?
The apple don't fall far from the tree.
Hollatchaboi!
Monday, March 30, 2009
throweminjoe
Just lost my right hand man!
My BLACKBERRY!!!
I dropped him in some water and now he's dead. Arrrrgh!
Gotta get him replaced and quickly!
Not exactly how i planned to start my monday.
To all of my fam and friends...email me your info (email addy...cell #...blackberry pin #...etc) b/c I'm not sure if I can get it from my old phone. I don't know anybody's info by heart...except my home #. LOL.
email it to 12kyle@gmail.com
hollatchaboi!
My BLACKBERRY!!!
I dropped him in some water and now he's dead. Arrrrgh!
Gotta get him replaced and quickly!
Not exactly how i planned to start my monday.
To all of my fam and friends...email me your info (email addy...cell #...blackberry pin #...etc) b/c I'm not sure if I can get it from my old phone. I don't know anybody's info by heart...except my home #. LOL.
email it to 12kyle@gmail.com
hollatchaboi!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Off tha Dome
random thoughts...
Still in Minneapolis. It's cool. I like it. I miss my wife and kids, tho.
Strange weather here...65 degrees one day...snow on the next day
I'm not a fan of reality tv but I watch the Apprentice. They did my girl Claudia Jordan wrong! It's ok. C'mon and work for me Claudia.
I wonder how sideline reporters interview dudes at halftime or after the game. You KNOW those dudes breath/body stink!
Women are... (you fill in the blanks) lol
I heard a dude say on tv that President Obama was "doing too much." Huh? I don't even think that's possible
I shutter to think about where we'd be if McShame was runnin tha show
My brackets are looking good! What about yours?
My single boys tell me this all the time..."Women who are drop dead fine...are crazy." I can dig that
I've been very impressed with the show that T.I had on MTV.
Dude...don't talk to me when we're standing and using the bathroom. Find a spot on the wall...look at it...and shudditup!
Happy Burfday to Keith and Otis! Pop bottles, fellas
I saw 2 bums here in Minneapolis who were playing the harmonica and drums. I like that. Musical bums
Thanks to the ladies who shared their personal testimonies on the post about domestic violence. 'Preciate that
I dunno about y'all...but I don't do the ass kissin at work. That's just not me.
If I was a female, I'd wanna date me. No lie
Ever wonder why men (myself included) will watch a game for 2-3 hrs and then watch the highlights of the game for another hour. I mean...it's not like the highlights are gonna show something that we DIDN'T see!
Memo to the fellas...if your woman gets her hair done on saturday...you aint gettin none for a few days
Memo to the ladies...if you can't cook...shame on you!
What's so special about Coach or Prada bags? Please explain! It's a bag. Sheez!
I am an Ocean
As long as you have air in your lungs and the blood is flowing through your veins, you're ok
Last but not least...Happy Burfday (again) to my #1 fan. I bought Mrs12 some flowers and surprised her at work. I was glad that I was able to pull it off b/c she's very nosy and it's almost impossible to surprise her. Glad you enjoyed it. Thirty....sumthin. LoL. Love u!
Hollatchaboi!
Still in Minneapolis. It's cool. I like it. I miss my wife and kids, tho.
Strange weather here...65 degrees one day...snow on the next day
I'm not a fan of reality tv but I watch the Apprentice. They did my girl Claudia Jordan wrong! It's ok. C'mon and work for me Claudia.
I wonder how sideline reporters interview dudes at halftime or after the game. You KNOW those dudes breath/body stink!
Women are... (you fill in the blanks) lol
I heard a dude say on tv that President Obama was "doing too much." Huh? I don't even think that's possible
I shutter to think about where we'd be if McShame was runnin tha show
My brackets are looking good! What about yours?
My single boys tell me this all the time..."Women who are drop dead fine...are crazy." I can dig that
I've been very impressed with the show that T.I had on MTV.
Dude...don't talk to me when we're standing and using the bathroom. Find a spot on the wall...look at it...and shudditup!
Happy Burfday to Keith and Otis! Pop bottles, fellas
I saw 2 bums here in Minneapolis who were playing the harmonica and drums. I like that. Musical bums
Thanks to the ladies who shared their personal testimonies on the post about domestic violence. 'Preciate that
I dunno about y'all...but I don't do the ass kissin at work. That's just not me.
If I was a female, I'd wanna date me. No lie
Ever wonder why men (myself included) will watch a game for 2-3 hrs and then watch the highlights of the game for another hour. I mean...it's not like the highlights are gonna show something that we DIDN'T see!
Memo to the fellas...if your woman gets her hair done on saturday...you aint gettin none for a few days
Memo to the ladies...if you can't cook...shame on you!
What's so special about Coach or Prada bags? Please explain! It's a bag. Sheez!
I am an Ocean
As long as you have air in your lungs and the blood is flowing through your veins, you're ok
Last but not least...Happy Burfday (again) to my #1 fan. I bought Mrs12 some flowers and surprised her at work. I was glad that I was able to pull it off b/c she's very nosy and it's almost impossible to surprise her. Glad you enjoyed it. Thirty....sumthin. LoL. Love u!
Hollatchaboi!
Monday, March 23, 2009
onceapromatime
Spring is upon us. Spring symbolizes different things.
Warm weather...
Blooming flowers...
Spring Break...
and going to the prom!
Yeah. Going to the prom is always a memorable time. Good memories...or bad memories.
Last year, I was sitting in McDonalds and I saw a kid walk in and he had a tux on. Immediately, I thought..."His night didn't go too well." LoL. I went to the prom 4 times. Three times when I was in high school and once when I was in college. The prom that I attended when I was a freshman in college was my girlfriend's senior prom.
That night was memorable...but for the wrong reason. Like most kids, the objective was to go to the prom...hang out...take pics...then head to the hotel. That was our plans, too. The night was going according to what we had planned. We took pics and then we went to the hotel. Things got very INTERESTING once we got to the hotel.
We checked into the room and got settled in. We started watching tv. The night was going well. As I was anticipating our next move, I decided that I needed to get the portable radio that I had packed in my trunk. I wanted to set the mood with some soft music. Bad move! As I go to retrieve the radio from the trunk of my car, I placed the car keys in the trunk...then I closed the trunk! I immediately realized that I had locked the keys in the trunk of the car. Damn!
I went back to the room and told my girl what happened. I'm spazzin out because I'm in a jam. I can't call a locksmith and pay for them to open my car. I can't call home and say..."Hey mom! I locked the car keys in the trunk...and I'm at a hotel with my girlfriend!" I had to think fast. I knew that there was a spare set of keys at the house but I couldn't go home to get them. After about 30 mins, I figured it out.
I knew that my lil brother could get his hands on the keys. I called our house and prayed that he'd pick up the phone before my mom did. He did! I told him that I locked the keys in the trunk. I told him to call JFresh on a 3 way conference call. JFresh was gonna be my lifeline. I knew that he was in town but I wasn't sure if he was at home. He called him and he answered. I told him that I needed him to go to my house...pick up the spare keys and bring them to me at the hotel.
"Mannnnn, whut the hell have you done??? You did what? You locked your keys in the trunk? Haaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"
He got a big kick out of it. When he pulled into the parking lot, he had a HUGE grin on his face. Of course, I didn't think it was funny. It is now! LoL. Glad that he had my back. I was glad that my brother made it happen. And my mom never found out.
Did you have a memorable or unforgettable prom story?
Hollatchaboi!
Warm weather...
Blooming flowers...
Spring Break...
and going to the prom!
Yeah. Going to the prom is always a memorable time. Good memories...or bad memories.
Last year, I was sitting in McDonalds and I saw a kid walk in and he had a tux on. Immediately, I thought..."His night didn't go too well." LoL. I went to the prom 4 times. Three times when I was in high school and once when I was in college. The prom that I attended when I was a freshman in college was my girlfriend's senior prom.
That night was memorable...but for the wrong reason. Like most kids, the objective was to go to the prom...hang out...take pics...then head to the hotel. That was our plans, too. The night was going according to what we had planned. We took pics and then we went to the hotel. Things got very INTERESTING once we got to the hotel.
We checked into the room and got settled in. We started watching tv. The night was going well. As I was anticipating our next move, I decided that I needed to get the portable radio that I had packed in my trunk. I wanted to set the mood with some soft music. Bad move! As I go to retrieve the radio from the trunk of my car, I placed the car keys in the trunk...then I closed the trunk! I immediately realized that I had locked the keys in the trunk of the car. Damn!
I went back to the room and told my girl what happened. I'm spazzin out because I'm in a jam. I can't call a locksmith and pay for them to open my car. I can't call home and say..."Hey mom! I locked the car keys in the trunk...and I'm at a hotel with my girlfriend!" I had to think fast. I knew that there was a spare set of keys at the house but I couldn't go home to get them. After about 30 mins, I figured it out.
I knew that my lil brother could get his hands on the keys. I called our house and prayed that he'd pick up the phone before my mom did. He did! I told him that I locked the keys in the trunk. I told him to call JFresh on a 3 way conference call. JFresh was gonna be my lifeline. I knew that he was in town but I wasn't sure if he was at home. He called him and he answered. I told him that I needed him to go to my house...pick up the spare keys and bring them to me at the hotel.
"Mannnnn, whut the hell have you done??? You did what? You locked your keys in the trunk? Haaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"
He got a big kick out of it. When he pulled into the parking lot, he had a HUGE grin on his face. Of course, I didn't think it was funny. It is now! LoL. Glad that he had my back. I was glad that my brother made it happen. And my mom never found out.
Did you have a memorable or unforgettable prom story?
Hollatchaboi!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
turnofftharadio
Turn on the radio take a listen
What you're missing/
Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing/
What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation/
Nowhere in the nation/
Program directors and DJ's ignored me/
Cause I simply said f*#k Top Forty/
And top thirty top twenty and top ten/
Until you put more hip-hop in/
Ice Cube (Turn Off The Radio) circa 1990
I tried...
I mean...I really tried.
Against my better judgement, I tried to listen to the radio for an hour. Too bad I'll never get that hour back. To say that the music on the radio sucks would be an understatement. I'm a hip hip head. And I will be until I'm no longer here. I learned that hip hop aint dead...it's been replaced by rap music. Before you accuse me of being the old dude who won't give way to the new school, let's take a look at the current landscape. Gone are the days when hip hop songs had structure, meaning, or a message. If you listen to the radio, you'll hear something totally different. Every song is about the car of choice, alcoholic beverage of choice, and clothes of choice. So, if you go to the car dealership, the liquor store, and the mall...you'll see where rap is right now.
I don't begrude any artist who is trying to earn a living. I don't hate Souljah Boy. I don't know who Dream is. And I definitely don't know what a Stanky Leg is...and I'm not sure that I wanna know, either. Record executives are to blame. They seem to be more concerned with getting the "next hit" and not artistic development. They have created this "microwave rap" that we hear on the airwaves. And they wonder why people don't buy music any more?
For those who mention Lil Wayne...save your breath. I'll give him credit...he's hot right now. So what? Six years ago, Ja Rule was hot. Where is he now...Burger King? I would advise Wanye and his counterparts to save their money. Years ago, MC Hammer was the richest dude in hip hop. Look at him now. Wayne refers to himself as the "best rapper alive". He may be right about that. He aint no MC...he's a rapper. There's a difference.
Maybe it's just me. Who knows? I dare you to call your local radio station and ask to hear an old song from LL Cool J, Rakim, or Boogie Down Productions. They'll probably act like you're speaking a foreign language. Some may say I'm hating...but it's reality. Look at Ice Cube's lyrics above. He said this YEARS ago. And it's true today. The radio sucks.
And I'll never get that hour back.
Hollatchaboi!
What you're missing/
Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing/
What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation/
Nowhere in the nation/
Program directors and DJ's ignored me/
Cause I simply said f*#k Top Forty/
And top thirty top twenty and top ten/
Until you put more hip-hop in/
Ice Cube (Turn Off The Radio) circa 1990
I tried...
I mean...I really tried.
Against my better judgement, I tried to listen to the radio for an hour. Too bad I'll never get that hour back. To say that the music on the radio sucks would be an understatement. I'm a hip hip head. And I will be until I'm no longer here. I learned that hip hop aint dead...it's been replaced by rap music. Before you accuse me of being the old dude who won't give way to the new school, let's take a look at the current landscape. Gone are the days when hip hop songs had structure, meaning, or a message. If you listen to the radio, you'll hear something totally different. Every song is about the car of choice, alcoholic beverage of choice, and clothes of choice. So, if you go to the car dealership, the liquor store, and the mall...you'll see where rap is right now.
I don't begrude any artist who is trying to earn a living. I don't hate Souljah Boy. I don't know who Dream is. And I definitely don't know what a Stanky Leg is...and I'm not sure that I wanna know, either. Record executives are to blame. They seem to be more concerned with getting the "next hit" and not artistic development. They have created this "microwave rap" that we hear on the airwaves. And they wonder why people don't buy music any more?
For those who mention Lil Wayne...save your breath. I'll give him credit...he's hot right now. So what? Six years ago, Ja Rule was hot. Where is he now...Burger King? I would advise Wanye and his counterparts to save their money. Years ago, MC Hammer was the richest dude in hip hop. Look at him now. Wayne refers to himself as the "best rapper alive". He may be right about that. He aint no MC...he's a rapper. There's a difference.
Maybe it's just me. Who knows? I dare you to call your local radio station and ask to hear an old song from LL Cool J, Rakim, or Boogie Down Productions. They'll probably act like you're speaking a foreign language. Some may say I'm hating...but it's reality. Look at Ice Cube's lyrics above. He said this YEARS ago. And it's true today. The radio sucks.
And I'll never get that hour back.
Hollatchaboi!
Monday, March 16, 2009
quote of the day
"Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think. "- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
kickin it
Phrenology is a defunct field of study, once considered a science, in which the personality traits of a person were determined by "reading" bumps and fissures in the skull.
Sometimes I often wonder how our "readings" would be. There are some things that we say and do that make a lot of sense. And then there are things that we say and do that make no sense...
For example, when we say things like...
"We'll have sex with no strings attached."
Huh? Is that possible? Nope. Maybe we say it because we want to fool ourselves or the other person. But we know better. Every person that reads this post has had sex at least once with somebody who wasn't our girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse! And I think that we all have either said this (or something similar) at least once in our lifetime? Am I lying? Of course not! LOL
You know the scenario...boy meets girl...girl likes boy...boy likes girl...they have sex...they like it...they don't want a relationship...so they say to each other..."let's kick it." Or they say "let's be cut buddies." Sound familiar?? Of course it does. I'm not here to pass judgment because we've all been down this road. I know that you can't go 'round sleeping with everybody but we've all done this.
However, we ignore the facts...
Fact # 1...We are all sexual creatures. We all like sex...some more than others. And some of us are just stone cold freaks. It's ok...you can laugh. I see you.
Fact # 2...Sex is emotional. You are sharing your body with somebody else. You are sharing an experience. It's damn near impossible not to feel ANYTHING for the person that you're with. Even prostitutes feel something! Um...not that I would know...that's what I heard! LOL
Fact # 3...We can't lie to ourselves. Remember in the movie Love Jones when Darius made breakfast for Nina the next morning after a great night of sex. He could have tried to lied to his friends but he couldn't lie to himself. I think this is where we come up short. We tell ourselves stuff like "even though we're no longer a couple...if we have sex this one last time, it'll be ok. This is one for the road." Yeah right.
Fact # 4...Everybody tells themselves that it'll be different. Fellas, no matter how many times you tell her that you are "just kickin' it" or that you're "cut buddies"...she's gonna get attached to you. And you'll be attached to her. That's what happens. If you think that I'm lying, then maybe you should ask yourself how you'd feel if that person told you that they were also having sex with somebody else. Most of us won't go for that. You know that I'm right.
Like I said before, we are some funny people. And I say we because ole Kyle has been down that road before he got married. Some of the things that we've said or done will make you wanna scratch your head.
Ok...who wants to sign up for the first "reading"????
Hollatchaboi!!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
off tha dome
random thoughts...
have you ever wondered why your front teeth (the top 2 and bottom 2) are only used for tearing or gnawing?
this weather is crazy...snow one week...80 degrees the next week.
it didn't take long for Terrell Owens to find another team. i guess he's just like the rest of us...allergic to the unemployment line
Mrs12 calls our 2 yr old son, Brandon, "her chocolate man". wait a minute...I thought I was her chocolate man???
Rush Limbaugh wants President Obama "to fail". Funny how these "talking heads" have changed the game. If anyone had said 4 yrs ago that they wanted Bush to fail they'd call that person "anti-American".
as much as I didn't like Bush, I never wanted him to fail. When he fails...we all fail.
to the talking heads i say this...you had a chance to make a difference on November 4, 2008. now, you have to deal with this administration for the next 8 years.
Dwayne Wade is making a strong case for MVP
Bernie Madoff is looking at 150 yrs in jail for his scheme. Dude is 70 yrs old. Hmmm...I don't think he'll be able to serve all of his years.
I really have a hard time adjusting to daylight savings time
Kimmie Kennedy...Kimmi Kennedy...Kimmi Kennedy
Why is milk so high?
Lil Kim looks lighter than President Obama. What is she doing to her skin?
Chris Brown and Rihanna are back together and are reportedly doing a song together. Wow.
Speaking of couples, you know what I like about the marriage between Shawn Carter and Beyonce Carter...I know NOTHING about their marriage. Ain't that the way that it should be?
I think we're gonna have a HOT summer.
Frosted Flakes might be the greatest cereal of all time!
Liberia...Liberia...Liberia
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant the livest one...representin BK to the fullest...
Ladies...if you're gonna have your toes out...please put lotion on your feet. Fellas...if you're gonna wear a short sleeve shirt...please lotion on your elbows! Yesterday, I saw 2 of the ashiest people that I've ever seen! Take heed to the lotion PSA
Class of ' 91...we're gonna get it together...this year!
I don't understand why someone would wanna shoot and kill innocent people and THEN kill themselves. Just kill ya self and leave everybody else here!
Were you ever the "class monitor" when the teacher stepped out of the class?
My boy JFresh is about to get on twitter...the world is coming to an end.
I think...most of us have the same aspirations in a relationship...we just have a different way of reaching the plateau
Honesty may hurt...but it's necessary
Amelle Berrabah...Amelle Berrabah...Amelle Berrabah...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
igottastory2tell
I don't know Chris Brown. I really had no idea that the kid was THIS popular. I mean, I had heard a song or two. I saw him in Stomp the Yard and This Christmas. But I don't know him personally. Nor do I know Rihanna. I told myself that I'd stay away from commenting on their situation until the facts came out. Well, after reading that police report...I had to say something. I've never hit a woman. I don't know what makes a battered woman go back to an abusive man. I don't know what makes a junkie go back to smoking crack everyday. Instead of talking about 2 celebrities who I don't know...I'll talk about a situation that happened to me and some people that I know.
(true story...the names were changed to protect the innocent and guilty)
Two years ago, Mrs12 had decided to throw a 30th birthday party for herself at our home. We invited friends and family from all over to celebrate. We had anticipated at least 50 people to be there. One of the invitees was Mrs12's best friend, Paulina. They had been best friends since they were small children. I have known Paulina since I started dating Mrs12. I was very fond of her. I always liked the tight bond that they shared. My wife doesn't have a sister but Paulina is the closest thing that she had to a sister. In the months leading up to the party, the friendship was changing. Paulina, who had 2 children from a previous relationship, was now dating Todd. Mrs12 had only been around Todd a few times but she didn't like him. She didn't think that he was right for Paulina. She wasn't going to interfere in Paulina's quest for happiness but she just didn't think that he was her type.
Just before the party got started, Paulina and Todd arrived. They drove 5 hours from South Carolina. I greeted Todd at the door with a firm handshake/half hug. It was the first time that I had met the dude and I wanted him to know that everything was cool even though he probably knew that wifey didn't like him. I also gave Paulina a big hug. She looked happy. After about 20 people have arrived, I noticed that Todd was sitting alone in a corner. This was a party and he wasn't socializing. I understand that he didn't know anybody there but I found that to be strange. I knew that I'd have to keep an eye on him.
Thirty minutes later, Joey walks in. Joey is one of Mrs12's cousin's. He's a month older than her. They grew up together and are very close. Joey also knows Paulina very well. He grew up with her, too. I'm sure that he probably viewed Paulina as a lil sister. After getting comfortable, Joey starts cracking jokes with Paulina. Very innocent. They laughed. There was no sexual innuendo. She was having fun. Apparently, Todd thought that she was having too much fun. He was still sitting in the corner but now he was getting pissed. He asked Paulina to step outside so that he could talk to her. She did.
Todd was pissed off but he decided to take his frustrations out of the house...away from the other guests. While they were outside, he began to yell at her and accuse her of a bunch of things. Then...he PUNCHED her in the face. TWICE. In my front yard!!! Paulina ran into the house...with a busted lip...and yelled for Mrs12 to call the police. When Mrs12 saw that she had been punched, she raced to the door to FIGHT HIM!!! Luckly, one of her cousins grabbed her before she could get to him outside. Joey ran outside to get him but Todd drove off and left. We were in shock. Paulina was crying. Mrs12 was crying. It was a tough spot to be in because she had come to Atlanta with this dude and he beats on her and leaves. The police came and she gave a statement to them and filed a report. She was embarrassed...hurt...wondering how she was gonna get back to S.Carolina.
I paused...then I said what I felt..."Paulina, is this the 1st time that he's hit you?" She replied yes. I told her that I didn't think it was. I don't know much about domestic violence but I know people. I know how people act and how they think. For him to do that hundreds of miles away from home, in front of strangers...let me know alot about him. Domestic violence is about a punch, slap, or kick. But it's also about mentally dominating someone. It's about removing someone's self esteem and self worth. It's about control. The control is re-inforced with the violence. Paulina never had high self esteem. In my opinion, she spent a lot of time trying to "outdo" her friends. That stuff doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you have on the inside.
In less than a year, Todd went to jail (child support) and then came home. Later on that year, Paulina married Todd. Why did she go back? Ignorance...yeah. Stupidity...probably. I can't answer it. I know that she and Mrs12 aren't close like they used to be. Paulina will usually call her every 5 or 6 months. I used to feel bad for Mrs12 because she lost her best friend.
But Paulina has lost so much more.
Hollatchaboi
Monday, March 9, 2009
mixtape monday
Enjoy the mixtape!!!LL Cool J
Jingling Baby
Kool Moe Dee
I Go To Work
Brand Nubian
Punks Jump Up
Geto Boys
My Mind Playing Tricks On Me
A Tribe Called Quest
Award Tour
BONUS!!!!
I must add a video for one of the best MCs to ever pick up a mic. He is one of my favorites of all time. Tragically, we lost him 12 yrs ago today. Gone...but never forgotten. RIP Christopher Wallace aka The Notorious B.I.G aka Biggie Smalls
Thursday, March 5, 2009
iz she too close???
This is not a relationship blog.
However, I think that I know people pretty well and I know a lil bit about relationships. Over the last few weeks, there have been some discussions here about different topics about relationships. I like that. Today will be no different.
After watching the movie Brown Sugar for the 925th time, I had to ask the question...
Can a woman be too close to YOUR man?
What happens when he has a close female friend before you meet? I think men and women can have plutonic relationships. You know...FRIEND ZONE relationships. However, what do you do when she knows everything about YOUR man?
Should YOU try to be close to her so that YOU can keep an eye on her?
Hmmm....
Hollatchaboi!!!
However, I think that I know people pretty well and I know a lil bit about relationships. Over the last few weeks, there have been some discussions here about different topics about relationships. I like that. Today will be no different.
After watching the movie Brown Sugar for the 925th time, I had to ask the question...
Can a woman be too close to YOUR man?
What happens when he has a close female friend before you meet? I think men and women can have plutonic relationships. You know...FRIEND ZONE relationships. However, what do you do when she knows everything about YOUR man?
Should YOU try to be close to her so that YOU can keep an eye on her?
Hmmm....
Hollatchaboi!!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
from me 2 u
Wow
I really don't know what to say. Nor do I know where to start.
Well...let me start by saying thank you. Although I'm not a guy that can spit out 5 Bible verses off the top of my head, I do consider myself to be very spiritual. I want to thank YOU for bringing me this far. There were days when my mind wandered and I was unsure how I was gonna make it. But YOU brought me through it...Thank YOU!
I remember the days when I dreaded going to work. I mean, I really didn't like the job. Not only was I overworked but I was underpaid. I wanted to really complain about the job but how could I? In a time when 600,000 people have lost their jobs. How could I complain about mine? I never brought my frustrations to the 12th Planet b/c I never wanted to change the vibe of this blog. I vented...but I wouldn't complain. Instead, I took the advice that I had passed along to so many of you who read this blog..."pray, trust God, have faith, and believe." It's funny how I could advise others to do it when I couldn't completely do it myself. But then I did. I prayed for that new job that I wanted to come. YOU listened. And I got it! Thank YOU!
On February 20, I walked into my office (on my day off) and quit the old job. There was no need for a 2 week notice b/c I was done with them. I had given them enough. I felt free. Not only did I have a new job but it involved doing something that I loved doing. Not to mention, the pay is a whoooole lot better than before. I've often heard the saying that "God has a sense of humor". Well, YOU must have laughed when you answered my prayer because you've given me what I wanted but this job will take me away from home for days at a time...like I am right now. I'm cool with traveling but I'd much rather be at home with my family. But I guess that's why they say "be specific when you pray". LOL. But it's cool. Thank YOU!
I also have to thank someone else. A good friend of mine. In fact, we've never spoken over the phone but we talk every day. Thanks to Keisha the Kitten. Two months ago, you emailed me and told me that this day would come. You said that I'd land my job and I'd write a testimony. Well...here's the testimony as to how good HE is. Can I get an amen?
This is about more than YOU getting this job for me. It's about my spiritual growth. It's about the dude who has only missed 3 Sunday services this year. More importantly, it's about the empty feeling that I had when I didn't go. I used to go...just to say that I went. Now, I'm getting something out of it. But don't get it twisted...ole Kyle ain't no saint. I'm a sinner just like everybody else. But I'm trying to become better. I've always done the right things when it came to my sons, wife, family, crew, and friends. That won't ever change. I'm still a work in progress. We all are. Each day we get another opportunity to become better. And for that...we are extremely thankful. Amen
Your humble servant
Kyle
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