Patience is still a virtue

We live in a society where people are used to getting things instantly. Fast food, instant movie and music downloads, everything at the touch of a button.

That has unfortunately created a group of people that do not understand that everything cannot be instant.

I am sick and tired of people who do not understand the concept that you cannot snap your fingers and expect things to happen. People who just want what they want when they want it and give no thought to whether it is even done properly.

When you represent a company, brand, group, or what have you, it makes sense to take your time and do things properly. When you just rush into things without thinking them out, you end up with an end product that is shabby, shoddy, and looks thrown together (because it is).

I was raised on the concept of doing things decently and in order. Yes I could easily rush through most things and get them done, but I prefer to take those extra few moments to make sure they are done properly. This is especially important when you are talking about things that other people will see and know you by.

You only get one chance to make a first impression. When you rush things and just put any old thing out there, that is what people are going to associate you with and that is not a good look.

You want to go rush into things without thinking them through, that is your business, go right ahead. Do not, however, look to someone else (or me) to fix things because they are not what you wanted.

Change is good

Hi there, it is I. Yes, I haven't done this in a long time. Mostly because I figured it was better that I not say all that was on my mind to say. However... I had this wonderful life moment/emotional breakdown (semantics...) where I realised that everyone else was saying and doing what they pleased, so why was I being so concerned about what others would think about what I said and did? (cue Jeopardy music) So, I made a few changes and now I am ready to start having and living a life. To that end, I will be saying what it is on my heart to say. While I will never be intentionally cruel or hurtful, I will be truthful, and sometimes the truth hurts. Be Blessed! That is all.

Nope. It's you.

Seriously. It is you. No one else, just you.

You are the fundamental problem.

People don't like you because they have a problem, and the problem is you.

They are tired of it being only about you.
They are tired of you never thinking about anyone but yourself.
They are tired of you always blaming everyone else for your shortcomings.
They are tired of you making everyone else look bad with your crazy behaviour.
They are tired of you always trying to be the star of the show.
They are tired of your laziness and irresponsibility.
They are tired of you treating them like a second thought.
They are tired of you wanting them to treat you like a priority.

In short they are tired of YOU.

Get over yourself and return to the real world.

That is all.

Pots and Kettles

Lately I have been noticing an interesting trend where people would want to condemn someone publicly for the same behaviours and acts that they are committing privately.

I know that double standards are the norm in this day and age, but it still surprises me that people can be such hypocrites. My mind is amazed at how quickly people are willing to throw each other under a bus in order to keep the spotlight off of themselves. Or how easily they will tell someone "you shouldn't do that" when they know they are sitting at home or in the streets doing the same thing.

What I think irks me the most about it all is the fact that they act as though no one realises what they are doing, or if people realise it that for some reason it is to be over looked and we should all just play along with the farce. Really? Really? I call bull on that whole notion.

That is all.

Back on the Block

Welp, it has been a hot minute since I have been on here, but there is just too much foolery going on and I can no longer hold my peace and be still. I also do not have a piece of steel to take folks out with so...

Right back into the fray we go.

To my next door neighbour's kids: SHUT UP!!! Take a damn paxil and calm the hell down. Are y'all doing River Dance over there? Sheesh.

To Mr. Softee Ice Cream man: Really? Really? Was it even 55 today?

To the females of the world (and especially Brooklyn): You ain't fooling nobody. If you were in an accident your own momma wouldn't be able to identify you cause of all the fakeness going on. There is nothing wrong with fixing yourself up nice, but the Barbie look is not the business.

To the church folk: You need Jesus.

That is all.

For now.

Familiarity Breeds Contempt

I think I am slow. Well actually, I don't. I just feel that way when faced with certain people and their particular problems.

So let me get this straight, mister man or sister gurl treats you like you are expendable and only remembers that you exist when they want something. They take you for granted, and make you a non priority in their life. You do everything for them, go out of your way even, and they don't even acknowledge it. You put 110% into the relationship (friendship or otherwise) and barely get .00674% back. The relationship causes you nothing but stress, heartache, and or annoyance, BUT YOU WILL NOT WALK AWAY!?!?!?!?

Sorry to say it, but you are a fool. Yeah, I said it. You are a fool.

If you willingly let a person walk all over you and take you for granted, whether that person be friend, family, or loved one, then I call you all kinds of a fool. All you are doing is giving that person permission to use you. When they know they can do what they want and you will just roll over and take it then you better believe they are going to go about their business without giving you any thought.

Letting yourself be used is not the business, and when it happens and you realise it, the first thing you should do is run for the hills. I never understand when people bemoan how this and that person causes so much trouble for them, but they will not walk away from the person. I don't understand this phenomena of "oh he/she did me dirty, but we are still friends". Really? REALLY? R.E.A.L.L.Y!!!

If someone is in your life who is no good for you, LEAVE THEM ALONE! Walk away and keep it moving.

That is all.

What is love?

Hello all, hope the new year is treating you well so far.

So, a friend and I have been having a random running discussion on the subject of true love. Now my last comment on the subject was that they way I see it, "true" or "real" love wouldn't and shouldn't make you say or do foolishness.

Now to be clear, I understand that when you are in love you may do silly things and goofy things like wearing matching outfits, falling asleep on the phone together, goofy stuff like that. But in my mind, goofy and foolish are two different things.

Goofy makes sense, foolish does not.

True love shouldn't make you hurt people.
True love shouldn't make you doubt.
True love shouldn't make you angry.
True love shouldn't cause you to lose friendships.
True love shouldn't make you cynical.

In my opinion true love, real love, should make you a better person, not turn you into someone you never wanted to be.

So that begs the question, what is love?

Thankful Thursday - In the midst of it all

As the year comes to an end I take the time to look back and thank God that in the midst of heartache, strife, pain, annoyance, and so much more, He has kept me and that along with many other blessings, is more than enough to give God thanks for.

Today I am thankful for...

1. I'M STILL HERE

2. True family and REAL friends.

3. My nieces and nephews.

4. My church home and family.

5. My faith.

6. A bright outlook for the coming year.

7. My Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, who has not, will not, and cannot fail.

So as this year comes to a close, what are you thankful for?

Oscar the Grouch has beef with Fox News...

'Sesame Street' Dig at POX News Draws Backlash, Rebuke From PBS



You know I really don't know what to say about this. I have been watching Sesame Street basically my entire life. Truth be told I still watch it.

This story annoys me for the simple fact that it grates on my nerves that everyone is so picky, sensitive, over analytical, and just plain cry babyish these days, and that the dude is griping about an episode FROM TWO YEARS AGO!!!!

I mean come on. What do I remember from Sesame Street... hmmm let me see... I remember my ABC's and 123's. I remember to be nice and to treat others the way I want to be treated. I remember that sharing is the right thing to do. That people are different but that doesn't mean that one person is any better than another.

Apparently I wasn't paying enough attention because I missed the part where the show was a tool of the liberal media to skew the thoughts of my precocious little mind to believe that liberals are good and conservatives are bad.

Me thinks someone needs to chill the (insert rude word here) out and be easy. It is not that deep people... really...

Sheesh...

This is why it's hot

This is why Sesame Street is still one of my favourite shows.



Happy Friday!

Just Wrong

So I was recently in Tarz-jay and saw the above item on the shelf, and had to take a picture of it as evidence.

Basically you are telling me that someone somewhere decided that chicken flavoured biscuits/crackers was a good idea, and then proceeded to market it. Really? Really really?!?!?!

If I were in the pet food section this would have totally made sense, however I was not. I was in the people food section. This just does not make sense as people food. It just doesn't.

Or is it just me?

That Girl

You know, the one who is cool with all the guys, even after/if they have a falling out, they remain cool....

Well she ain't me.

So to avoid future confusions and possible contusions, here are just five simple rules for how to govern yourself if you are a dude and find yourself dealing with a female who is NOT that girl.


1. if she tells you stay away from her, do it. it could mean the difference between life or death, yours.

2. if she tells you not to speak to her ever again, stay silent. better to hold your tongue than lose it.

3. do not make eye contact. just like in the wild, she will see that as a challenge and kill you.

4. do not touch. like ever. unless you want to be called nubsie for the rest of your life.

5. you no longer exist in her reality. deal with it.

This has been a public service announcement from the PWDWTCAC*** Society.

Thank you and good night.


***People Who Don't Want To Catch A Case

I kid you not...

Happy Wednesday Everyone!!!

Just a few things to help you through the mid week blahs... these are actual commercials for actual products. I kid you not. These things actually exist. Apparently the FCC people may have dropped the ball on these gems. ENJOY!

First up... the Tiddy Bear...


Next we have the... Hawaii Chair...

And last but not least... the Shake Weight...

Go Sat Down!

Some one really needs to tell Kanye West to go SAT his ignorant behind down and get over himself. Really.

So I am a day behind on this but whatever, football was on so I didn't have time to watch the first broadcast of the MTV Video Music Awards, but true to form MTV re-airs things like fifty eleven times, so I dvr'd the re-air last night (because I was again watching football). During a commercial break I happened to flip over to MTV and had the pleasure of watching Mr. Kanye "Bush doesn't like black people" West once again be a total douche bag and ruin what should have been a happy moment for Taylor Swift.

Ok, Kanye, we get it, you like Bey. Most of us do. Even if you hate her, you cannot deny that she goes hard in her shows and works her butt off, but she is NOT the greatest entertainer that ever lived, and maybe not even of this generation. Furthermore I am sure that she does not need you to confirm her status. That is what she has Jigga for (I kid. Maybe.)

I for one thought Bey was going to win that one, and like Taylor Swift (seriously did you see her face, she was surprised and confused) was pleasantly surprised when they called her name. She herself even stated that she didn't think someone who sang country would get the award. She showed humility and grace, then Mr. Douchye West had to come and show that once again for all his mic skills his social graces are sorely lacking. (I wondered at that point if he was contractually obligated to be an ass at award shows)

Hip hop does not own MTV, neither does Bey, and apparently the people that voted picked the video that they liked. Now don't get me wrong, I like the video for Single Ladies, the dance routine is on point, and one of these days I will learn the whole thing, but the video for You Belong to Me is actually one of my faves right now because it tells such a cute story. It is like a mini movie and I am sure a lot of people can relate to it. Bey gets cool points in my book for foregoing her acceptance speech in order to let Taylor finish hers.

Kanye performed with Jay-Z, and Rihanna on the premier of the new Leno show last night and before the performance he sat down with Leno, and I give Leno points for asking him what he thought his mother would have had to say about his actions. I think from now on Kanye should ask himself that when he feels the douchebagery urges overtaking him. "What would momma think/say?" Maybe that could save him from so often putting his foot in his mouth.

In Memory Of

Those who lost their lives eight years ago.

I Remember by Rosanne Yu

This time of year I think back to Sept, 2001.
I remember, Monday, Sept 10, 2001 so clearly. I remember looking out from my office on the 94th Floor in 2 World Trade Center. I remember that the view was spectular. Little did I know that it would be the last time I would ever see such a view. I remember working late and taking the car service home. I remember being annoyed at Josh since he rushed off and left me to finish up. Little did I realize that would be the last time I would ever see or speak to him ever.
I remember my alarm clock not going off on the morning of Sept 11, 2001. I remember being annoyed that I just missed the train. I remember being pissed off that the next train was delayed since I had a 10 million trade for the MET account and I didn't have time to be late for work. Little did I realize this all factored in why I am still alive today.
I remember rushing off the train and rushing to my office in 2 WTC.
I remember the chaos when I entered into the lobby of 2 WTC.
I remember thinking that they were filming a scene for Spiderman and wouldn't it be cool if I was an extra in a movie. Then I thought to myself why are they filming at 8:46am when everyone is heading to work. Reality then crashed in. I realized that something was seriously wrong and this was not a scene in a movie. People were trampling on each other. A man ran past me screaming 'bomb'.
Security was not letting anyone take the elevators. I recognized one of my coworkers in the crowd. He didn't stop - he yelled "Run Rosanne" and continue to run.
Another coworker grabbed me and said there was some accident and we needed to leave. As I entered the concourse, I looked up. I remember seeing the billowing smoke and the gaping hole where the plane crashed into 1 WTC. I was in shock and I realized that I was an eyewitness to a historic moment.
On that day, I did everything I could but I realized that I'm not in control. Even in the midst of chaos and danger, God guided me and brought me to safety.
As I remember the events, I realized that I am so grateful to be alive. Life is a gift. I'm grateful for my friends and family. I am so blessed. For anyone who is feeling hopeless, I want to say there is hope.
For anyone who is feeling restless, I want to say there is peace.
God is good! Life is good! I love you all! Remember his goodness always!

Public Private Parts

Now that it has finally really gotten hot, it seems like there are more people walking the streets naked. So in an effort to save my retinas and prevent someone from getting beat down on the day that I finally snap, here are the three point five (yes I spelled it out, so what) things to remember about dressing oneself properly in hot weather.

1. Wear Clothes.
It really is very simple. Wear actual clothes. You know things like shirts, pants, skirts. They are readily accessible everywhere and depending on where you shop are not really that expensive.

2. Underwear is NOT optional.
Unless you are an infant with a healing diaper rash, there is no reason to be out and about without undergarments on. Ladies, no one (at least no one that is not on the pervy side) wants to see your milkshakes jiggling like they have the palsey. Dudes, seriously, crack is whack and nasty. No one wants to see that. NO.ONE.

2a. UNDERwear.
It is called UNDERware for a reason. It goes under your clothes and should NOT be seen. Also, stop wearing UNDERware as OUTERware. Please.

3. Know (and accept) your size.
Since when did it become universally accepted to wear clothes that are either three sizes too small or two sizes too big? If you are a grown behind (literally and figuratively) woman, stop shopping in the Junior's section. Just stop it. Walking around looking like you have an inner tube under your shirt is not the business at all. Butt cheeks in the street, disrespectful. Having your back look like rows of sausages cause that tie back shirt is too small, ridiculous. If you are a schemedium at best stop shopping in the husky section (this applies more to guys than dolls). You can't go hard while holding your pants (or really long shorts?? wtf is that about? really) up. It is not gangster to look like you are wearing a night shirt circa Little House on the Prairie, unless you want people to start calling you Pa.


I'm getting really tired of half nekkid people walking the streets man. Really tired.

Obligitory Foolishness

I'm watching the best of the Joy of Painting... that makes me mellow and thoughtful, but that is neither here nor there...

What is the rational behind trying to convince someone to do something that they clearly do not want to do?

I have never understood people who talk (or try to) someone into doing something that they CLEARLY are against by using the "you owe me" rational. How does this even make sense? If your actions are supposedly out of kindness and allegedly altruistic, then how does obligation even enter the picture?

Or in another scenario those people who want you to do something for them or want you to acknowledge them when they don't deserve it. How do you for all intents and purposes ignore a person all the time, but want them to claim and acknowledge you in front of others. Seriously, how does one do that? Even Jesus said that if you deny me then I will deny you to my father, and He is way more forgiving than most people I know (myself included). Does genetic relationship oblige a default relationship?

This phenomenon clearly confuses me.

Your thoughts?

Glass houses and other random stuff that I want to talk about...

People that live in glass houses should not throw stones. You know because why? Because I can stay in my glass house and pelt rocks at you standing on the street outside said house. I may hit you a few times, but a lot of those rocks would miss. Now if you choose to retaliate and pelt rocks at my glass house, then you don't even have to hit me. You just need to hit the section closest to where I am with a big enough rock to cause it to shatter into a million pieces one of which could possibly catch me in the jugular or femoral artery and BAM. I dead.

So if you live in a glass house, don't pelt rocks. It could get you dead.

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Two-faced people irk me. They really do. What annoys me most about them is that they will talk all kinds of sullbhit about you and try to make you seem like the bad person, when in fact THEY are doing (for real) the very thing they are accusing you (incorrectly and unjustly) of doing. Things done in the dark always have a way of coming out into the light.

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Being comfortable in your own skin is a wonderful thing, but I don't necessarily need to be comfortable in your skin as well. Now that summer has finally decided to show up I am forced once again to deal with women and men alike who apparently do NOT know how to dress themselves. I swear foh the Father, Son, Holy Ghost, the Cherubims, Seraphims, and all the saints that if I have to see some females parts in the streets or be in a position to know if her hair colour is natural or not, I will NOT BE HAPPY!. I mean come on now. cover that up! And dudes. You know what. Crack is whack. Whitney may have been on it when she said that, but sometimes crackheads say the darndest things. I don't want to see your crack. I don't want to know that you have a daffy duck drawers fetish. I.Just.Don't.

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No means No. If you ask me something and I tell you No, don't bother asking again cause the answer will still be No. There are certain things that are non negotiable in my world. Don't bother trying to change my mind. Don't try having long discussions trying to get me to see it your way. Won't happen. Does that make me stubborn? Yep. Do I care? Nope.

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Live yah life.. ayyyya ayyyya ayyyya....
Seriously. Just live YOUR life. Not the life that someone else (other than God) wants for you, but the life that you want for yourself. Do you and be happy.

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That is all.

In every generation...

There is that person who forever changes the music scene.

They break barriers, shatter records, and raise the game to a whole new level.

However, there are times when a single person comes along who moves from generation to generation evolving in such a way that it almost seems like the times change to fit them and not the other way around.

In my life time I was lucky enough to have witnessed such a phenomenon.


He thrilled us with his electrifying dance moves.

He marched to the beat of a different drummer.

He was as bad as he wanted to be.

And he was one smooth operator.

He was Michael Jackson. The King of Pop.

Because I'm Worth It

A friend sent the following to me. I think it is worth passing along. Ladies, remember that you are worth it. Gentlemen, remember that a real lady is not cheap.

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In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question:

'What kind of man are you looking for?'

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking,
'Do you really want to know?'

Reluctantly, he said, 'Yes.

She began to expound, 'As a woman in this day and age, I am in a
position to ask a man what can you do for me that I can't do for
myself?

I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man...
or woman for that matter.

I am in the position to ask, 'What can you bring to the table?'

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated, 'I am not referring to
money. I need something more.

I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life.

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said, 'I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally
because I need conversation & mental stimulation. I don't need a
simple-minded man.

I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I
don't need to be unequally yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers is
a recipe for disaster.

I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I
don't need a financial burden.

I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through
as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.

I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies
and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man.

I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader,
priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.

I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must
respect him.

I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business.
I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.

And by the way, I am not looking for him...He will find me. He will
recognize himself in me. Hey may not be able to explain the
connection, but he will always be drawn to me. God made woman to be a
help-mate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself.

When she finished her spill, she looked at him.

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, 'You are asking a lot.

She replied, "I'm worth a lot".