Sunday Singin' Sensation #3

Good morning, good peeps!

It's another SUNDAY. PTL (Praise the LAWD). For some, you may elect to praise your LEAF, but then again, "Who made the leaf, boys and girls?!. Take your BOOTY back to SUNDAY SCHOOL." ;) Let me stop before I cuss on this magnificent Sunday morning. GO to the Juke Joint and play, "God is Trying to Tell Me Something" from the 1985 film, The Color Purple. God is probably trying to tell you something, and you need to hear that song in order to motivate you to DO what He wants you to DO.

Aight, FYI - Adrienne, I am not copying your idea to celebrate Rick James this week. Girlfriend, this was on my mind since LAST Sunday. ;) I LOVE ME SOME RICK JAMES. I was a 3 year old who wanted to be Rick James' freak without knowing what in the H freak meant. Readers, who wouldn't want to be Rick's freak (BEFORE JAIL) from her "head down to her toenails." Every time this man was on "Soul Train," I was glued to the TV. When he passed away, I cried. My girl, Christina's, peeps through a RIP Rick James BBQ.

Read about my man:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_James

If he had lived long enuf, they would have given him his own reality show. Teena Marie woulda hosted it.

Sigh.

I don't know why this SITE is underscoring my words. Another sigh.

Let me tell you what Rick James will do for in HISTORY - - - - setting the record straight at the BET awards. Some HEFFA claimed that she didn't know who Rick James was. WTF? WTF? WTF?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say WHAT? Oh, H no. Rick wasn't havin' it FOLKS. He got on stage with Teena Marie and CLOWNED her: "I'm Rick James, BIIIITCH." That "BIIIITCH" was heard across the freakin' nation. Pres. Bush heard that proclamation on Pennsylvania Ave. @ the White Crib (House, Ebonics-challenged). Crazy as all GET OUT, Dave Chappelle, has made a fortune off of clownin' my man, Rick.

Rick, RIP.

Many a clowns have made their own You Tube Clips of "I'm Rick James, Bitch." I leave you with one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Si-zBcXUBxE

Feel free to pass this TRIBUTE on to your friends (click the email link at the end of this post)!

LOVE YA!

PS: Many a folks may speculate where I get my content from, day after day? HEY, it's called LIVIN'. Folks do some STUPID THINGS around me. I just sit back and observe.

THE RED DOT

Greetings!


I survived yet another day of house hunting. It was an emotional one, and I blame it on the DOT. That's right - "Large Marge" has my body/hormones in an uproar. I saw some more TORE UP cribs, but they weren't funky. I did cry; I am sick of people feeling as if I have to "settle" because these are the homes in my price range. HEAR YE! HEAR YE! I ain't about to give no bank no $210K for a s**tbox of a house that is to'e up from the flo' up.

Ebonics translation for those whose Ebonics skills are non-existent: The owner of this blog will never pay $210K for a home that is inadequate for her needs even if it means spending an additional few months in her tiny apartment.

Got THAT?

Prior to exiting my realtor's car, I shed a few tears. I am so SIK of this entire house buying experience. I am tired and stressed. To top it off, my BFF, the red dot, chose today to pay me a visit, and my stomach looks as if I am four mos pregnant. Y'all know what I mean by the "red dot". If I did not want at least one baby, I would tie my tubes and jump on the table for the "Stop the Flow" procedure. Enough is enough. Damn EVE, that triflin' heffa. The Red Dot is one BFF that I would luv to say, "Just leave me alone" (as our boy, Mike once said).

For my fellow teachers in the State of AZ, this SEI endorsement is killing me. Would someone please write an SEI Book for Dummies?!??!??

WTF?!?!??!!?!?!??!?!?!

And on that note, I need to end this message and try and decipher Structured Immersion