Tuesday, November 10, 2009


I'm still running...


Awhile back i wrote a post titled Run until i finish...and later, i reposted it again. I'm still in that race fam...still in it. Life just won't let me quit.

I remember in High School when i first began to run track they started me on the Mile. I hated running the mile. I wanted to run short races, fast races, but my coach wasn't hearing me...and so the mile i ran. I always started off good, up there with the pack, but by the second lap i started to fall behind, and by the third i was always in the back. By the fourth lap i was ready to quit, give it up...i mean, why go on...clearly i would not be the victor...so what was the point of finishing the race? My coach would shout from the sidelines..."Don't give up! Finish the race!" At that time it made no sense to me, why? I was a loser. I had lost. But i would drum up all the energy i had to complete the race...to cross the finish line...not for me...but for the team...because he explained to me about the point system...and how, even when i thought i was losing, i was contributing.

Isn't this how life is fam? God tells us to not quit...to continue to run...even our small winnings, or horrible defeats contribute to the world and who we are and who we are meant to be. I haven't stopped running since...i will never stop, not today, not tomorrow...I'm in the race of my life...always looking at victory, always aiming to win...and WIN i will.

Monday, November 09, 2009

That was then...this is now.

While enjoying a beautiful Saturday with my mom, we happened upon the subject of obesity, particularly how many obese children and adults we have in Georgia. Of course i know they are all over, but i have heard that Georgia was ranked pretty high for the most obese state. Which led us to this discussion. Back in the day, when i was in school, we of course had PE for at least an hour a day, and after school we would run, ride our bikes, and play outside until the lights came on. We played so hard that the only thing we wanted to do afterwards was take a bath, eat and sleep. You know what else, there were very few fat kids...and i know this for sure, because it was the fat kid that got teased on the daily

that was then...

NOW - Fat kids are the majority. There is no PE. Kids spend the majority of their time either 1. watching tv, or 2. playing video games, or 3. on social networking sites like Facebook. There is little or no activity taking place outside.


Growing up with 5 other siblings was no joke, in fact i know for sure that i didn't taste a chicken breast until i was in my 20's. Being the youngest i always got the last piece of chicken, which usually turned out to be a neck or back. And when my mom made greens or even beans, we never got any of the hamhock. It would be like winning a prize if you had slivers of ham hock somewhere mixed in with your greens or beans. We learned how to make food stretch and last for days. We made sugar sandwiches, and vanilla milk, and some of the best peanut butter cookies in the world, because that government peanut butter had so much oil it just made the cookies so moist and delicious. We were healthier, because we ate healthier.

that was then...


NOW- people spend way too much time eating at fast-food restaurants and putting away processed foods. Processed foods of any kind are health-killers. Our generation has seen more diseases and such in the last 20 years, than in our entire history. Our immune systems are lacking because we don't eat right.


Over my lifetime i have owned several dogs. And not one of my dogs growing up ate dog food. They ate whatever we ate. If we had greens, the dog had greens. Goes the same with beans, rice, potatoes. Man my dogs loved Thanksgiving and Christmas, just like we did. They never, ever visited a Vet and died of old age.

that was then...


NOW-you got to feed them the most expensive dog food you can buy. Dogs are treated like humans, so they have to have their shots...i mean my co-worker was trying to board her dog for a trip, and they told her she couldn't until her dog had his H1N1 shot. SMH. Dogs today are not like the dogs of old...perhaps we humanized them, because it seems like back in the day...they could hold their own...just saying.

Yeah, alot of things have changed, but it seems like not all for the better. One more thing before i go. When i was in school, the teachers and principal were allowed to spank you. Some chose to use the ruler, but as i got older, the paddle was their choice of punishment. On any given occasion, when you didn't do what you were supposed to do, they could call you up to the front of the room and swat you good...and i mean good. I preferred to get my spankings from the teacher, because our Principal was big man and i knew he hit hard. Don't seem right huh, some big burly man spanking some little bitty girl...but it happened. Our Principal ruled that school like the likes of Joe Clarke...he didn't take no ish off anybody and he was respected. The teachers were respected, and the kids grew up knowing that they couldn't just get away with ish.


that was then...

NOW-all hell has broken loose. Just recently in the news, we had a mother and daughter tag-team jump and beat up a teacher because she wouldn't change the daughters grades. Now their azzes both going to jail. WE have the highest drop out rate of all time. Kids are disrespectful, and sometimes just don't care. WE have teachers fighting each other in the schools over BS, Teachers having affairs with their students. Now some of you may question, is this all the result of getting rid of Corporal Punishment...and I'll answer, no not all. The lack of respect and discipline in the schools is a direct result, i believe. This other BS that's going, just means we are not placing a very high priority on education, not paying our teachers enough, and not recruiting the type of teachers who really, really want to teach. We are not giving them enough to work with. Our education system is akeen to a fast-food restaurant. We don't care if they get it, just get them out of it. We adopted a saying, "no child left behind"...but there is no emphasis placed on saving any of them. Kicking them to the curb isn't making things any better...now that they are no longer students, and nobody cares...they've chosen a different career path...that of, career criminal...and say what you want, but i rather see them in school learning...instead of breaking into my house.

One more thing...i read on someones blog, the stats from 20 years ago of how many black males went to prison, as opposed to college. 20 years ago, we had nearly 4 out 5 black males enrolled in college. Fast forward 20 years, and nearly 4 out of 5 black males are going to Prison.

What say you fam?

Saturday, November 07, 2009


FAIRYTales...the untold story.


The Princess and the FRog-

Once upon a time in the great land of Suburbia, a beautiful, vivacious Princess is cruising through the neighborhood in her, shiny, new Mercedes. She's pumping Maxwell through her speakers while enjoying the cool breeze of a beautiful autumn day. When she comes to a stop, she notices the Red Mustang next to her. Something about that car just does something to her, then she notices the driver.

"Dayum," she exclaims under her breath. He was quite the looker.

"How you doing?" he asks.

"Fine, and you?"

"I can see you're fine, but how you doing?"

His casual banter brought a smile to her face.

After a very brief exchange, she gave him her number...i mean who would ever thought she would run into someone so funny, and charming and obviously intelligent at a stop light, in the middle of Suburbia...not her.

There very brief encounter led them into a passionate romance. Yes, the Princess had indeed fell in love and proclaimed to all of Surburbia that she had found her Prince. She married him quickly and planned for other great things to take place, like children, and their someday ascension to King and Queen of Surburbia.

The Prince followed along, and enjoyed his new found wealth and status, because before he was just a frog, but now he was a Prince. Unbeknownest to the Princess, his new status gained him alot of attention, and new admirers. In fact, he was being hit upon on the daily by women who would have never even looked at him. It wouldn't be long before the Prince used his royal scepter on the masses.

The Princess was unaware of his infidelity, and carried on like any Princess would until one day she began to itch...(yeah, down there)...wtf? She asked herself and called upon the Royal Doctor to prescribe her something...because something was amiss.

"I have what?" she screamed..."An STD....oh hell naw!"

She had never stepped out on the Prince...so as quiet as it is kept, she stormed out of the house in search of the Prince and his Royal Scepter.

"His trifling azz is mine!"

The Prince was kicked out of the Palace, stripped of all his things, sent back to the hoods of Surburbia with nothing more than the clothes on his back.

The Princess was heartbroken,she had learned the hard way that her prince was just a horny little toad.

You can turn a frog into a Prince, but his d$ck will make him a dog

the end

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Sometimes it just takes a song to really convey how you feel...



Fistful Of Tears by Maxwell

Feel just like a weight has lifted
How can I repay you help me understand
Currency a fistful of tears I can afford
Fight of your life is not the cost
Time will reveal
All along you’re the one who’s losing

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
Save me my fistful of tears

You can make it disappear girl(boy)
All you got to do is just raise up, face up, stay up
All things will heal we’ll feel it with a kiss from the
skies
Don’t’ you let it go
Don’t’ you let it go

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I wanna throw is a fistful of tears
We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I gotta throw is a fistful of tears
We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I wanna throw is a fistful of tears

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears




Fistful Of Tears - Maxwell

Tuesday, November 03, 2009


A rose is still a rose...but a Wildflower is forever...

don't ever discount a wildflower or it's beauty

it was made to be distinct and formiddable, to be enjoyed by all

it's color varies, it has a style of it's own

it grows in any season and it it will be back forever more

it is not fickle

nor is it weak

it thrives on what's natural...the rain, the sun, the soil

Even the Bees love its nectar...it is just as sweet any flower

It is not a weed

It grows freely

It lives long

It thrives even in the harshest conditions

It's beautiful

It is vibrant

It has stood the test of time

It may not be a rose, and yet...just as beautiful, just as vibrant...and most importantly...it returns every year.

Wildflowers are special...like any other flower...so treat them as so...

treat them with LOVE!


Let her cry for she's a lady...let her dream, for she's a child...let the rain fall down upon her...she's a free and gentle flower...growing wild.