Theeeeeey're Baaaaack

When I went to sleep last night, I thought that the big story going into the weekend would be the one about Justice of the Peace, Keith Bardwell out of New Orleans outright refusing to marry an interracial couple because he did not believe in mixed marriages. However, he did say that he was not racist (go figure). Anyway, when someone sent me the following link to a you tube video of the group H-Town (Knocking tha Boots), collaborating with Jodici, I knew I was in for a screaming, raunchy good time this weekend despite the fact that in a few years, Keith Bardwell will be somewhere in a nursing home soaking in hot piss while an all Black nursing staff will be the ones with the burden of taking care of him (Karma is real people). Anyway, the words to the song had me cracking up but at the same time, feeling a little warm in my middle parts (kinda like Keith Bardwell will). So without any further delay, for your foolish Friday freakishness, I give you H-Town w/ Jodici, "Knocking Your Heels". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psKAqrRBVc8

Do you remember, Stretch Armstrong?

I remember being about eight years old when I first saw the commercial for Stretch Armstrong and saying to myself, "I have to have one". It wasn't until I turned about 12 that I finally got one (things were tight). I had it for all of three weeks until the curiosity of what was inside him that made him stretchy, got the best of me. So my brother and I pulled until he tore right under his arm. To my amazement, the thick gel was nothing like I expected and to this day I wonder if I can sue the Kenner Toy company because he was supposed to stretch, not burst. Do you remember Stretch Armstrong?

The Real Housewives of Atlanta (Poll)

You know, I am really not a fan of reality television, but it seems as though that is all there is on television these days. Even if you have bootleg cable (insert Aunt Esther face here), or if you are one of those honest, paying customers like myself, you want to feel as though you are getting our money's worth. Strangely enough, one of the shows I found myself actually liking is, "The Real Housewives of Atlanta". Not because any of these women are talented (Kandi excluded), inspiring or even discussion worthy. It's just fairly interesting to watch five ambitious, uncanny, messy and back stabbing women who hug and kiss each other whenever they meet, vie for the title of Miss Hot Mess (call a spade a spade). I can't wait until Frankie ties the knot. I can see it now, all the ladies are at NeNe's house and the doorbell rings. They look at each other as to say, "who could that be"? NeNe opens the door and all you hear is, "HOLLA"! In walks Frankie and her cover shaker to tell the ladies that the producers said that the show needed some life and that she will be starring in Season 3 (Dwight Eubanks faints). Anyway, I want to know who is your favorite Housewife (see the poll to the left)?

Believe me when I tell you, "He Speaks to Us"

I got in my vehicle this morning to go to work, you know, my normal routine and started shuffling through some CD's to make my commute to work less stressful and more enjoyable, dance at redlights and maybe even sing some. Now there was no particular CD that I was partial to, so I just pulled one up simply because it was gold in color. Right about that time, I happened to see a former acquaintance leaving home as well. Now, I say former acquaintance because a few months back, we had a falling out of sorts, over some money. Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I posted that I had let that situation go and given it to God? Well, seeing her started my blood to race again and allowed the Devil to creep up on my left shoulder and put ungodly thoughts in my head. I couldn't help but think of how close we were at one time and who else she may have wronged. For about five minutes, I was in a trancelike state and so focused on thinking about all the bad things that needed to happen to her (I'm being honest because God loves the truth) and what I could do to help it along. I was so figured on this, traffic did not exist, school zones were speedways and pedestrians were at the mercy of only themselves. Right about that time, I could hear the phrase, "Let it go" coming in like a wayward animal would sound in the distance. Not as if God was saying it, but it was coming from my speakers! This one song, that was on a CD that I had actually made, that I had NEVER even heard before, was playing. It was the same gold colored CD that I pulled to play, just because it was gold colored. Now, when this caught my attention, I slightly, reluctantly shifted my focus to the song, but more so, to the words. "Let it go", "Give it up to God", "Let Him work it out", these were some of the lyrics that the female vocalist was singing (it was Gospel House music). So I turned the volume up and continued to listen to the words as opposed to just hearing them.
(Now follow me because I am going to prove to you that this was God)
After being ministered to for about 3 minutes, my eyes started to fill with tears because the hurt was evident now, but during this time, my blessed assurance came when I heard the vocalist say, "Look to the Hills from whence cometh your help". Now if you had ever had the distinct pleasure of meeting Mama Elsie, you would know that one thing she would always leave you with, if you were ever feeling low or needing some guidance, she would always tell you to read the 121 Psalm, where it says, to look to the Hills from whence cometh your help (and she would quote you the whole Psalm). So at this point I turned my praise gear on high! I knew right then, at that moment, that I had experienced a "Kairos moment". For those of you who may not know, A Kairos moment is an anointed point in time or a moment of undetermined period of time, in which something special happens. Did I say, He spoke to me? I needed the reassurance that if I had given something to Him, that I needed to do just that, GIVE IT TO HIM! And then I was told that if I ever feel low, or weak, or small, or used, or abused, or battered to look up to the place of refuge and in that place would be all the strength that I needed to put everything back in place. Supplied to me from a never ending source of sustenance. This message was given to me through a song, from a small chain of events that started before I had even opened my mouth to say, "Thank you". But yet still, I am His own and so are we all and even those who may have betrayed us.

Please Pray For Frankie Y'all

I know that with all that's going on in the world right now, I could find something so more appropriate to write about, but every now and then we come across a soldier in distress that needs us. Right about then, in walks Miss Frankie Lons and your spirit tells you right then, this is that soldier. You say hello, you smile, you say nice things about her and even laugh at her jokes but in your mind, you are saying, "Lord, please help this poor woman". This is Miss Frankie at the BET Hip-Hop awards this past weekend.

When I tell you, she looks like they laid her to rest last month and she said she wasn't having it. So she moved dirt, crawled out, found her grill, borrowed an outfit from Melba Moore and hit the BET red carpet. I do love me some Frankie though! Oh, don't act like you don't.

POEM OF THE DAY - "Last Words"

This poem is another one from my last book. It is so pertinent because from experience, I see so many blessed people always talking about what they have, what they're going to get, who gave them what, etc., but so few of them saying, what God has blessed them with. I cannot say that I am not guilty myself at one point or another and am certainly not throwing stones from a glass house, but such is reality and life. This is for your entertainment and written to provoke thought.

Last Words

Oh Lord, catch them if they fall.
Oh Lord, push them if they stall.
Oh Lord, hear them if they call.
Oh Lord, bless them with their all
and forgive them if they give you nothing in return.

WYLD STYLZ