The B section

So I'm usually not a movie watcher..not a movie fan at all...unless they are B movies with no-named actors...or better yet pointless movies that keep me laughing because of the sillyness.

I have a horrible headache that I've dealt with all day, but I wanted to blog, so I figured a little B movie game would be fun.

Here is the thing, I've listed several quotes from 6 funny movies, see if you can named them... Now this is not as easy as it seem as these movie are not household known movies...

I will post the answer to the movies in a later blog if no one gets them.

Also I like to see some of the unknown movies you've might have seen that you know by heart...quote 'em so I can buy 'em..as nothing worth buying is something I want to view... I want a Bad movie, something unexpected and horrible to spend my nights watching... (except for You Got Served,I tried to watch that last week but after the first five minutes of dancing..I seen that girl with cheap white pants and horrible fashion just broke me down) But I do want movies like...

Diggin fo Dollars...

WELL - onto the Quotes

*Hey mister, what's in the suitcase? I don't like yo attitude! Show us some respect.

*Black on black, white on white, ain't no interracial hoeing going on around here...

*Better quit talking to me like that boy, I'm a gangsta, hear me? I'm a gangsta

*Find Ray Ray, he's in here, he's in there

*His kids is real cute, we be shoppin fo' them all the time.

*Look at the little fag bunny...

*What! you a baller...

*And darkness fell over the white boy once again..

*I ain't afraid of no rats, all my friends is rats...

*It looks like it is fat people day in here today, fat barbers, fat customers, little Peabo Bryson

*Never trust a black man named Chip

*You need to be on a diet, you should use diet soap, diet deodorant, a diet towel and a diet bath

*I want a mustache damnit, I want to look like Burt Reyonlds

*Dinner time dog!

*F#$% the cops, they just mad cuz we get mo' p#&&! than they do

*Let me be the beeper manager this time.

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well loves..

that is my time for today..and I'm sorry that there will be no peace or randomness as because me and the headache are in a fight and currently the headache is winning.

Thanks for the unwanted smell

First things first...

so I just had a few things on my mind today..question and request ...

For example, today I walk into the bathroom at work to take a quick sprinkle. When all of a sudden I catch a whiff of the worst odor possible...now I'm mad because I really have to go to the restroom...if I could have held it till after work I would have, but it was 2:00 pm and I don't get off work until 5:00 pm and I was already holding it since 10:00 so you know how I was feeling.

Now all I ask it for the ladies at my job...realize there are rules to using the company restroom.

1. the restroom is for number 1's and 1's only....anything thing more than a sprinkle is not right for the rest of us...no one wants to walk out the restroom smelling like you...

2. if you must do a two, bring some spray or something and be sure to do a courtesy flush...make sure you care about your smell and that we don't want to walk out the bathroom smelling like you... some of us are just in there trying to apply lip gloss or blush...we are not trying to add your newly release perfume title "smells like crap" to our mixture of Japanese Blossom from bath and body works.

3. we come in the restroom to handle business, we don't want to be there longer than needed by having you talk about meaningless things with us, half the time I don't even know the names of the people who try to talk to me in the restroom...I'm tempted to start asking if they work there and if so, how long?...

4. there is a lobby downstairs so if you decide to talk on your cell phone in the restroom and not downstairs in the lobby don't expect us to pee softer or not get up into listening closely to your convo...you talking about getting your lights cut off cause you rather buy a louie purse will be all over the office in five minutes cause you shouldn't have talked about it in the bathroom but in the lobby instead where it is open and where you can hide behind the christmas trees so no one hears what you're saying.

*last but not least

5. if I walk into the restroom, I don't want to hear your sounds as you are doing your duty. I also don't think it is necessary for you to take 15 min to wash your hands hoping you can see who comes out the stall so you can strike up a convo..*see rule number three again because you've forgotten it that quick*. Also, what is up with the quick hair fix and walk out the door? Did you just not wipe and flush...now you have pee hair and pee face as you didn't wash your hands but you felt it was okay to put your hands on your hair and face...putting your hands in your hair and face isn't equivalent to soap and water...that is just nasty.

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So enough of the bathroom smells...I've also had to encounter another type of smell today. I'm walking down the block when I past this house...so I know that usually around the eveing time, people are cooking dinner so you tend to smell chicken or whatever is cooking....but when did it become okay to have a weed smell coming from your house. To smoke that much is just out of control, I shouldn't walk past your house and have the munchies later, that is just crazy...but it's a true story...that is sad.

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well my number one (on my top myspace of course) *yeah I've decided that I will now only refer to each person in my life with a number according to the location of them on my top list* anyways.. my number one, while bored at work ended up reading my blog "that don't belong to me" (see previous post)...yup she counted 19 penises..lol...so now there is a pointless fact that you probably didn't care to know..but anyways while doing that she realize that 19 penises at work is not a good ideal so she found something that is just as fun and less skin-a-max-ish. She found a new found love in http://www.craigslist.org, so with that being said I too wanted to find something to post. Well I kind of like my crap, but I do have a game called strip chocolate ...

...that I might try to get rid of, it's never been played and it's new *it was for me and a certain person but we no longer talk..oh well*.

I have my brides maid dress that is now to big for me

...when I put the dress on now it just falls down and even though I could get it altered..I rather not... I have my prom dress that is pink...so those are a few things I might see what I can do just for fun with.

But because I'm a silly girl what better way than to abuse craigslist with something down right foolish..so yup ..I've decided that my first victim item would be a Dave & Buster game card which currently has 872 tickets on it...

....I won't miss this card as it is something from a guy I use to reguarly go out on dates with. I can careless for the prizes at D&B but maybe somebody has their eye on a 9.99 toaster with the ticket vaule of 3865 tickets (meaning they will pay 28.99 for a 9.99 toaster), if I can help them achieve the satisfaction of overpaying for a toaster only to say they've won it, then I'm more than willing to take that duty with a good bartering deal.... I'll let ya know how it goes...

p.s. I wonder if Jake Plumber cried when they put him on back-up...it must suck to be demoted as a quaterback. *I just hope Jake doesn't try to stab Jay in the elbow like that back-up CSU kicker did to the 1st string kicker's knee, that would be childish...* and another thing, even though Plummer sucks at quaterback I still think he is sexy cause of his Burt Renolyds mustache. So if anyone knows Jake, tell him to call me..I'll be his shoulder to cry on, but only if he brings Bradly Van Pelt with him...we went from two cute but un-talented quaterbacks to one that looks like he is five. Hopefully that five year old quaterback can get us some more wins.

peace & cheers to rules (you need some rules in your life...like company restroom rules....don't become a pee face, wash your damn hands)

Jan

random fact #909: I hate peanut butter and jelly, whether it be the title of a song or place between bread (I only like the cartoon of that name)...other than that I don't like it...now I'll eat peanut butter and honey..but I've never been a fan of the jelly with the pb... I guess it's not the pb that bothers me but the jelly, so you can call me a jelly hater.

Pulling out my hair

So I've realized that the semester is almost ending...between work and school...I'm dying..

funny as now days I just feel as if I can't do it but I usually just keep going...like this week...um I'm gonna be invisible as I have a lot to tackle in one week....

Plus not only that the battle of dealing with My Girl, I think I'm more stressed out about her grades than she is, and to make the matters worst she fails the classes she needs to pass all four years..I mean if you're going to choose a class to fail, pick something like spanish, you can take that over, but to fail math or english is not right at all. Especially when I try to motivate you in those classes, and your whole point for getting in the program was because you said you needed help in those classes. I kind of get the feeling that she isn't doing it for herself but more for her grandma...only problem with that is she has to wants it for herself. So in a way, I'm kind of jealous of mentors who actually have students who want to be in the program on their own free will, as mines is just doing it because her grandma feels that she needs something to do because she rather not do anything....it stresses me out at times..but then I think that it won't be easy and it is not meant to be easy, and in the end, me trying will equal more than me never taking a chance to begin with.

well it is late and I wanted to go to sleep without anything running through my mind making me lose my beauty rest...

talk to you all later.



peace and enjoying the moment you live in.

Januari

random fact #9: I get hot for guys who know politics...but not those who talk about them everyday and are uptight but I like men who actually pay attention and you can catch them every now in then on a sunday morning catching up on the latest that is happening in the world.

Temper tantrums & tuesdays blues...

well once again my boss found a way to get under my skin on a tuesday...like clockwork. but I just brush it off..no need to go into the details as I've already excuted plans on how to get over and under on "the man". (watching all those wille dynomite, black six, wheatstraw, shaft, sweetback baddddasss, the mack, movies finally is paying off...as I refuse to let the man try to keep me down.) More on that plan later when I am in the process of acting a fool as you know...I'mma "fuck yo couch nigga" on my job pretty soon..."the man" is so asking for my club foolishery to come out in coporate world. It will be making a guest apperance sooner than later.

But enough of that.... today I have some things on my mind that got me wondering...



1.) When it comes to my favorite football stars currently I like to go for the foolish..if I'm not being entertained I really don't like you. Yeah so LT might be a great player and he did beat my broncos, but he's boring along with Hines Ward. I like those player who show they ass on the field, act like babies.

My favorite foolish football men.

* Terrell Owens

* Ocho Cinco (Chad Johnson)

* Randy Moss

lets face it, watching a game with them in it is always goofy, regardless of whether they lose or not it is always the best, as if they lose they pout and they pout hard. If they win they gloat and they gloat hard. I want somebody that is gonna make me laugh...

++classic foolishness (honorable mention) - Deon Sanders



2.)what is worst? Being Bobby Brown 15 years ago to become Bobby Brown present day, or being Flavor Flav 15 years ago to become present day Flavor Flav? (think about it, they both are on crack, they both make a fool out of themselves...who do you think fell from decent fame harder...at least back in the day Flav was with public enemy and that was something positive, Bobby was doing good as an single artist but now they both are just wrong for mankind)



3.)You know that they don't make wing-mans like they use to. For example, the top job of the wing-man was to make sure their boy/girl looked fly at all times and handle all the dirty work. For example one of the best wing-mans was Jerome..y'all know from Morris Day and the Time.

notice how in Purple Rain he tosses the chick in the trash as she gets all in Morris Day's face, and he even shined Morris's shoes... Plus in under the Cherry Moon he was reading the paper to Prince as he took a bath and was throwing rose petals in the tub while he was at it. Now that is loyalty..how many of y'all are willing to throw rose petals in the bath...I doubt I would. lol

(I think a lot of y'all might need some wing-man tips and pointers...you betta watch Jerome at work)

classic wing-man (honorable mention) - Turbo co-signing for Ozone (breakin 1 & 2)



Well that is just my top three random thoughts for today... whats yours?

p.s.... so he won't come on my page bitchin later on I feel the need to give mad shout outs and props to

Honorable mention - Kanye West ...yeah you do the foolishery just right

for my job I can't forget the crybabies and pouters...

Honorable mention - Hooker slut ...yeah without you and your advil pill poppin habit I wouldn't have a mommy dearest in my life...I hope someone forwards this to you.

Honorable mention - Coporate ... if you didn't repeat everything twice like and echo I would have a reason to feel like I should punch myself in the face each day.





peace & stickin it to the man... shonuff (raise the black fist)

J-Har



random fact #543896 - my favorite fruit is Mangos, I will sell my boss for a mango...hell I'll sell "the man" for a penny if anybody wants to buy a silly blonde. But then again selling her for a penny is probably over priced. okay sorry about that...lol... here is a real random fact along with the Mangos... I love to analyze things...so I have taught myself how to read face features, hands, horoscopes, dreams and numerology..how dorky is that..but don't worry I don't tell people what I've learned, I just use it find out others weakness and use it later against them, how naughty...

That don't belong to me.

So I hope all is well in each person's own lovely kingdom... I'm doing very fine.

I have my friends and family, while I'm pretty sure I should what more in life, I'm happy with what I have. But sometimes I have the strangest friends.

This particular one always sends me random pictures via my phone...now I don't mind people sending me picture messages...I usually every now and then get a good one, like a pic of my niece, some cute boots on sale that someone knows I might like and knows that I might want to buy them, a funny picture of some goofball they've encounter during the day, or if I have a boo at the moment, he might surprise me with a sexy bare picture of his hot body... (these things get me smiling). While not everything gets me smiling, for example what this certain friend seems to send me.

So wed. there I am working when my phone goes off, I get excited as it is a picture message. Do my little dance in my seat and flip open my phone only to see a picture of a little four year old girl. Now, cute the child may be but this isn't exciting as the picture happens to be a picture of my friend when she was young, not really a surprise as I've known her since we were five. I'm wondering why would she send a picture of herself that I didn't ask for nor is she trying to explain the reason she sent it...I just take it as maybe my friend is bored. I'm like whatever, I just close my phone and get to work...about three seconds later I get another picture from her...

Yeah she sent me a penis...just some random penis. No face with the penis,... I didn't recall asking her for a penis picture. I'm thinking like why would you send somebody a penis picture that they don't asks for, nor she didn't take in consideration that I'd might get offended from a random penis on my phone.

So I asks her, "whats up with that picture you sent me?"...

she respond with, "its a picture of me, when I was little"

duh...not talking about that picture..I'm thinking about the penis that I neither own nor met, held a converastion with or kissed before.

I could undestand if it was a penis that I was familiar with and we talked on the phone before and I knew that penis favorite pair of boxers...but sending a penis that doesn't belong to me, that just wrong. Turns out the penis is of a guy she talks to,...

and she actually replied with, "it looks small doesn't it?"

Now I think penis questions that come out of the blue are strange when we've never discuss the size to begin with, at least she could have warn me ahead of time like starting off with maybe first sending me a text about this man having a small penis, but just to send penis pictures...that a little too much. While it isn't the first time she has done it, she send penis pictures often of different guys I don't know and leaves no explanation of them....I don't ask for these picture and never do these picture come with a face. So really what good would it do me to just see a penis without a face, if I like that penis I have no way of finding out who is in possession of said penis later, cause I have no face to relate to it.

I think I'm gonna start having a fear of meeting some guy and we start dating. While one day when we decide to take it to the next step. He'll be at my place, or me at his and well strip naked only for me to pause and look closely and proclaim, "wait, you look familiar"

Of course I'll grab my boo (aka my phone...) flip it open to the picture message only to say, "yup that is it, I'll could spot your mole anywhere. So I knew you from the moment I saw your penis. Amazing you'll look bigger in picture."

Nonetheless I promptly deleted the picture as it strikes no interest to me. I have ownership of my own penis pictures every now and then from guys I'm into. I'm happy with those penises when I know the face that comes with the love below that I'd probably cherish more than the man himself. Truth be it..I know I'm not the only one who calls a guy just to talk to his penis..."hi, can you come over with your friend"

And I know I'm not the only one who has given that speech, "um, we are cool as friends but I like your friend, you know Wille D. Penis. Do you know if he is seeing anyone, can you give him my number to call me? Maybe we can hang out tonight?" (j/k I don't do that I consider though with a ex before...he was a great guy, the penis that is... the man was okay.)

Regardless I think there should be a rule to sending and receiving penis pictures.

*Unless asked for, no penis shall be sent to my phone random, if it doesn't come with a face don't send it.

*If the penis in the picture is one I've never fondle, kissed or held a convo with it or plan on committing some dirty act with in the future, don't send it.

*If I don't have ownership of the penis, like it finding it's way to my bed each night, don't send it.

*If a text doesn't proceed the picture telling me a warning about it or letting me know the reason why it will appear, don't send it.

*If it isn't an amazingly small penis I can laugh at and share with my friends, don't send it.

Actually don't send any penis pictures unless you're the man who owns the penis. Any woman sending a penis that don't belong to her ain't right, and any guy doing the same is wrong. But if you must insists that I view this random penis then just make sure to let me know ahead of time by saying, "yo check out this three toned penis, how crazy is this".

That is all I ask for.

peace and power

Jai



random fact #0892: two of my favorite movies are eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and the science of sleep

random fact #4303: I love men who have beards but only when they keep the beard groom and trimmed. That is so sexy, very sexy something about looking a little rough.

Stupid is as stupid is...fuck does you can't get stupider than that

*This is a vent blog..for Dariane's request...see lately I've avoided the complaining and spammed everyone with poems of love and dreams and fancy pansy bull...

but, funny as I chose that route as these days my life has been far from that...

so I decided to vent since I do see My Girl tomorrow and I don't want to show up grumpy around her..my goal is to show her how great she is, not bring her down, and if I don't release that negative energy that is brewing then it just might be a problem...like lil' Scrappy, we don't want no problems*

So lets start with last thursday... (I can go back further but the tangent wouldn't be worth the trouble)

My boss and me been having our disagreement, to sum it up she thinks I should be doing her job while she gets paid the salary to do her job...my view is...fuck that, you're the one getting paid to do it, so just do it. Only problem is she can't cause her ass never shows up to work. But y'all know I'm a black girl raised in the 90's and have been brainwashed like all black children of the 90's that "snitches get thrown in ditches" - now I don't agree with this quote, but I've been condition to live by the rule...

So of course people come questioning me daily about where the bitch could be...I never rat her out on her lack of wanting to show up to work because of bogus headaches..not my problem, but every chance she gets the chick is trying to throw me under the bus... hell at work I should just change my name to "blame januari" - cause if something in the department goes wrong blame januari, (yeah so I've been there the longest in the department and know the ins and out of things (5 years I have better learned something) and I seem to show up every week all five days while the rest of the office is on a three day work schedule). But that doesn't make it right to hate on my work habits of being diligent and dependable...just something I was born and raised with.

So anyways last thursday after two weeks ago of us arguing (she is paranoid that I'm out to ruin her image when she is doing all the hangin on her own by not even being at work.., lil do she know that I'm one of the few in the office who refuses to put her name out there like that when shit pops off and she ain't on her job... cause I really what to see her do well in her job as my boss...I trying give her respect but she makes it so hard when she can't get it together),so we talk and came to a compromise... her promising me that if I make an effort to get along with her, then she keep her end of the deal which translated into she'd show up every week and not miss a day plus she'd get on her p's and q's...(can't be that hard as I seem to get it done in rain and snow right?)... Anyhow a week hadn't passed before trizzo (that means trick in ebonics for those of you who failed y'all second language requirement for school) didn't show up...wtf?

I still show up get my work done whatever, I wasn't tripping I'm here to get paid I'm not concerned about her taking off half days to change her flat tire to a dounut. I just thought maybe she didn't know how to change a tire so that is why what usually takes people 5 min takes her four hours. I was still cool with the bull...

But today, this heifer tried to re-nig on my vacation time request for next month..time that I've earned, and the bad part is I rarely take a vacation. I got so much time coming out of my ass I could honestly take off a month and still have vacation time left over...

Plus I requested the vacation time off at the end of oct....that was a whole month's notice that I'm gonna be gone..and she tried to re-nig since someone else in the department has to be off that same week not by choice but because of a sudden change in a situation...

So we got into it today and nonetheless, whatever the outcome may be, I'm still gonna be enjoying myself in DC in a few weeks...*hopefully I get to meet some of my blog friends while I'm there*

Regardless I figured I'd weigh the option on reason why she'd act like a prick (maybe y'all can help me figure it out)...

Reason 1. I think she is upset cause two people gone in one week means she'll have to come into work everyday.

Reason 2. I'm the only black chick and she seems to have a vendetta out for me...could be that she had a black man who left her for a black woman and she has been bitter ever since... (lol..I just wanted to say that..lol)

Reason 3. Maybe cause I make less than her but look like I make more as I dress better than her and even though her ass is boss I'm the one who shows up in suits and sexy ass heels on time every day, while she comes in her tapered ashy black old navy pants and dusty shoes..if she wants polish for those shoes all she gotta do is say the word...hell I'll even give her a lesson on shiny-ing 'em up nice..

Reason 4. Her right-hand chick who always tries to snitch on me is telling her bull because she is jealous that I'm young single and child free plus I'm in school while she is slutty, with baby daddy problems and no drive for a better education (she's probably thinking cause I'm the black girl I should be the one in her ghetto ass storyline)

Reason 5. Yeah guys at work give me lots of attention...old men like young girls so what if a few have went out of their way to bring me breaksfast or take me to lunch...or offer me trips to places I rather not go with them I look better than them on my worse day, they need to step they game up. (they should be happy no guy wants them at work..I can't walk around the office without somebodys grandpa or one of our alcholic fresh out of jail co-workers giving me the booty eyes)

Reason 6. And of course the most important lesson she hasn't learn yet...that she is not me...and "if she was me, she'd be spectacular"



Well there you have it... I was hoping to make it thru the year without punching anyone in the kidney..but lately my chances on a Martin Luther King/Rodney King (can't we all just get along) type of year is looking mighty slim these days...

I've been doing a lot of praying though and I hope y'all pray for me just the same...

As y'all know I'm black and nationalisms runs through my veins all the way up into the dead tips of my afro-ed tresses...

She must be crazy...don't know my family...she don't know that you don't re-nig on a Negro...what? (got me over here heated - shaking my fist and grindin my teeth, rolling my eyes and poppin my neck - acting like those black girls I see on t.v. *as truth be told I've never met that sterotypical type of black girl in my life - none of the black chicks I know act like that* hence me studying the t.v. on notes on how to be ignorant, cause honestly black girls don't act like the ones on t.v. (we really don't - not even the ones in the ghetto..and we all don't say "oh no you didn't!!" but tomorrow after taking notes tonight I just might say that to my boss *and of course I'll blog about it..)

But back to my first point...how she gonna re-nig? the nerve of her..do she know you get cut during the game of bid whiz for a re-nig (that is why I never learn how to play bid whiz or spades for that matter, that is serious when you messing with somebodys plans to win)... so just think about how deadly it is to try to pull that ish on somebody's "happy time" away from cotton picking... she done lost her damn mind...especially since I got proof she approve it first...she told me yes in an email and I had a copy of it and she wanted to re-nig...silly rabbit, she is a trick.

therefore my time is still staying unless she wanna pop me the money for the ticket..plus my added on expense for being inconvenience.



well there you have it...

*******it felt good to vent********



peace & get ya'self a gun (gun being symbolic for your weapon of choice of course - I'm non-violent *and I use that loosely*...but honestly this blog is my gun..and I've just emptied the clip until next time..for now I gotta re-load until then...)

Baby J, (thats my hood name from back in the days...)



random fact #889: y'all didn't know I use to be gangsta...listen to nothing but c-bo, three six mafia, c murder and e-40...true story, hung around thugs....but don't get me wrong...I'm still girly girl at heart..alway been girly girl...I'd rather rock pink fatboys instead of blue ones. Get good grades and look like an angel while my goon friends did the dirty work..I'd just set up the operations...every good crime group needs a brain to make sure they don't get caught..I was that brain...now I just rather use it for volunteer work and loving my people.



(okay so I'm not that gangsta but it is true about the music and the people....still though I'm not gangsta, far from it...but according to t.v. all black people are...so therefore I just wanted to show y'all what I learn from watching t.v. today...

which brings me to my real random fact...

I hate t.v. and beside a few cartoons, sports and the news in the morning to see what the weather is... I rarely watch t.v., its all trash and sterotypes )

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Mind Sex




We'd make love, and speak
of war soon after. Your
voice soothes me to sleep
while brewing images and dreams
of politics. While
in an imperfect world
we seem far from romantic.
To us four play is
kisses in between debates
on health care. So I forever adore
you for that need to lead us
into a new world for our seeds
and future family trees.
Black man with the 15 year
plan to become the president. I
crave you when gone, counting the
hours when I see you naked again
wearing nothing but your ambition.
Turned on through dirty talks involving
solutions on better education.
Tonight when we cuddle we'll plan
on conquering nations, taking back
everything lost while we were busy
merging our souls on a sleepy eyed Sunday.
In the morning, we'll make plans, agreeing
that while they chat over breakfast, we'll
execute a plot to get back what they stole.


peace, love & sanity (my mentee grandma says this so I thought it was nice to use)

Januari

random fact #345 - I like to cook...and love trying new recipes on my family...here is one they liked.


*I know the holidays are coming up and maybe you're in the mood for cooking..here is a great recipes from the Moosewood Restaurant - but instead of tomatoes or squash I prefer to use bell peppers or anahiem peppers, either way it is very tasty...enjoy.



This is a delicious, unusual entrée or side dish. Moosewood's customers simply love it when they see this on the menu.


Serves 4


10 ounces fresh spinach, cleaned and stemmed
4 ounces cream cheese, at room temperature
120ounce can artichoke hearts, drained and chopped (about 1½ cups)
½ cup minced scallions
½ cup grated sharp cheddar cheese
½ cup chopped toasted pecans
salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
4 medium firm ripe tomatoes (or 2 large zucchini or summer squash, about 7 inches in length)


Steam and drain the spinach. Chop it well and place it in a large bowl. Stir in the cream cheese and allow it to soften in the heat from the spinach. Stir in the artichoke hearts, scallions, cheddar cheese, pecans, salt, and black pepper.


Preheat the oven to 350º.


Prepare the vegetables. If you're going to stuff tomatoes, core them and scoop out the insides, leaving a shell. If you are using squash, scrub them and slice them lengthwise and scoop out the pulp, leaving a shell ¼ to ½ inch thick.


Stuff the vegetables with the filling and place them in a buttered baking dish. Pour ½ inch of water in the bottom of the pan to help steam the vegetables.


Bake, covered, for 20 minutes or until the vegetables are tender and the filling is firm on top. Uncover the dish and bake a few minutes more to lightly brown the filling.


Serve on a bed of rice with collard greens or cornbread.


Reprinted from Sundays at Moosewood Restaurant ©1990 by Moosewood, Inc. Published by Simon and Schuster/Fireside, publishers.

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Down to Earth

I'm a daughter born of the earth
she's like a mother for my soul
so I posses her skin of mahogany-caramel,
pinch a little touch of gold.
with some natural beauty to match.
she gives me the breath of life to open
her strength pours through my veins
and when it reigns, I reign
now awakes an earthquake, shakin' up
emotions over my soul.
so I'll love men who crumble under movement
having insecurities built way too tall.
though my eye's snowflakes start to fall
all is calm wandering throughout me.
so I began to arrive smoothly, as an autumn
aspen fallen leaf.
cause for me these men are syzyies
that my tornados winds too powerful
have blown right thru.
while their eyes can only offer them just a cloudy view.
so soon inside me will move a hurricane
ready to reach the eye of the storm
maybe next I'll love men like monsoon
who'll suddenly then evaporate too soon

Five 4 Five

(in no particular order of favorites)

Five all time favorite books
1. Sundays at Moosewood Restaurant: Ethnic and Regional Recipes from the Cooks at the Legendary Restaurant - by Moosewood Collective

2. Tar Baby - by Toni Morrison

3.Black Alice - by Thom Demijohn

4. For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf - by Ntozake Shange

and

Sassafrass, Cypress and Indigo: A Novel - by Ntozake Shange

5. Body & Soul: The Black Women's Guide to Physical Health and Emotional Well-Being - by National Black Women's Health Project (Corporate Author), Linda Villarosa (Editor)

(yeah I know it is six and not five...I cheated...so what it's my blog damn it)

Five great books I've started reading and been meaning to finish
1. Song of Solomon - by Toni Morrison

2. If Beale Street Could Talk - by James Baldwin

3. The Temple of My Familiar - by Alice Walker

4. Voodoo in Haiti - by Alfred Metraux

5. Life on the Color Line: The True Story of a White Boy Who Discovered He Was Black - by Gregory Howard Williams

Five book I love and have been meaning to purchase
1. Body & Soul: The Black Women's Guide to Physical Health and Emotional Well-Being - by National Black Women's Health Project (Corporate Author), Linda Villarosa (Editor)

2.Black Alice - by Thom Demijohn

3. Moosewood Restaurant Simple Suppers: Fresh Ideas for the Weeknight Table - by Moosewood Collective

4.The Hundred Secret Senses - by Amy Tan

5. Giovanni's Room - by James Baldwin

Five Songs I'm feeling currently
1. Sunday Morning - Sleepy Brown (Mr. Brown)

2.I Need Love - Robin Thicke (The Evolution of Robin Thicke )

3. P.D.A. (We Just Don't Care) - John Legend (Once Again)

4. Another Rocket - Joi (Tennessee Slim Is the Bomb )

5. I Miss You/'Seduction' Interlude - Darien Brockington (Somebody to Love )

My Top Five Revolutionaries
1.Nat Turner
2.Assata Shakur
3.Fidel Castro
4.Toussaint L'Ouverture *my favorite*
5.Jean-Jacques Dessaline

adios queridos

paz y mucho amor
Enero

Random fact #2 - I'm a book freak (if you couldn't tell from my fives). I love books and love collecting them, one day I hope to have my own personal library in my own home with the books I've acquired over the years.

untitled poem number 1

So recently I had an old love with whom I had a lot of feelings for suddenly in my life appear again...well we never had any bad feelings or anything but "3 second high speed - space/time" travel haven't become affordable yet for the common man so we drifted apart..but regardless even though now I can talk to him and not feel mixed emotions from the past when I would try to hold onto something I wanted to happen so bad while knowing it had already gone away.....I find myself writing poems....





Greedy

Let me be your irregular lover,
as the urge to be yours
forever more got us
caught up in a deep mix,
we'll initiate the need to imitate
jumbled wave patterns more abnormal than
stilt-less houses in the Amazon.
And when we light fires of lust
between friction of moist bodies.
I want you to watch me
attempt to become your skin
treat myself like your second
set of limbs.
And you should wait patiently as
I figure out calculations
attempting to reveal hidden
solutions to your soul.
As I wait for you to indulge to me
all the unimportant things you forgot
to tell the others.
I want to awake from death
reincarnated as your birthmark
or perhaps the mole below
your left shoulder,
while obsession towards you
got me memorizing each
fingerprinted pattern.
I need you to calm my intrusive
invasions with stories where
you've implement me in your
past memories.
As I wait for you to indulge to me
all the important things you forgot
to tell the others.
I don't want to be that quick hit drug
but instead an altertative to your fix
Let me be the book that holds your history.
til the end of time,
til others find us kissing
behind moss, between pictures
upon stones, as we sneak around
dark caves secretly.

Confession of a party hostess (a picture blog)

So I love throwing parties...and it is no suprise I done a few this year with more coming up..but sometimes I feel as if those "pre - party" butterflies get the best of me. For example we hosted (me and my sis/roommate) a halloween party...

I always spend the day before wondering if any one will show up...of course the same losers who claim to show up but don't, didn't arrive (more of their lost not mines, especially my family, like a few of my cousin *I hope y'all read this, hint hint*)...but then it didn't matter as people did show up and I always wonder if we have enough food, will the people like my cooking or if there is enough "drank" aka liquor, (we had more than enough...this is actually what beer was left over the moring after...and to think we drunk a whole lot that night...)

will they like the decorations and the music.....still we always have more than enough and people always show up and dance and appericate the cheesy work we put into the decorations...in the end we all had a blast...

as a matter of fact I would say the party was hype....the party was so hype....

how hype was it?.....

that Flava Flav showed up...and with his girls.... (party people say what!!!)

(notice the big ass clock, the crown and glasses...just classic flav)

flav & deelishes

bootz

flav & new york

it was so dope.... how dope was it?

that even a convict broke out of jail to be there....

(damn he got caught soon after by the po-po's)

but who complains about gettin arrested by a sexy cop.

man it was so crazy at the party...how crazy you ask?

enough for the alice and company to ditch her tea party because we were having so much more fun than wonderland and those little red and green pills...

of course them not taking the pills resulted in a crazy nurse stoppin by looking for them...

(that is my momma)

that party was so fly though...so fly that Mr. West stop by...

and Ike showed up with Anna Mae,

he was upset cause she wouldn't eat the cake...

O.G. Vader stop thru on his cell phone text bitches...leavin em smileys faces cause bitches like smileys faces...

(my brother)

Wack Vader stop thru...(this is what a cheap costume look likes) the type of costume you wear when you really don't want to dress up...just a little mask... *typical of my brother and brother in law ...just like twin vaders*

(my brother in law)

we had two princesses...a fairy princess and my favorite just a cute little mermaid disney princess....

( my lil sister) & (my niece)

it isn't halloween without a vampire or a black cat...

&

the vampire tried to 'vsuck vmy vblood later on' (notice how I smile as I kind of liked it) but then again I was a pin-up girl...and you know what such sluts those pin-up girls are....lol

(I grew instant hair and those red fishnet thigh highs were killing me)

Don King heard the flavor of love girls were there and came to capitalize on a fight...

Look somebody came as me for a costume....her afro is like mines....isn't it?....lmao (j/k)

me VS. her

LMAO

I had ask O.G. Vader for some crackers and he brought me back this white guy and she just happen to be with the white guy....(see just goes to prove that White men are stealin all the good Afro rocking Black women these days)she is actually Cute Isis...ya'll know the sista from another mother that happens to be realated to

Foxy Cleopatra you know if one white guy shows up then most likely he'll call his buddies to join you...

...no party is a par-tay without entertainment of a belly dancer...

or a pirate out to get some booty...

and like nappy rootz would say the whole damn world is country so the party wasn't special..it got a little country

(my sister)

we was pimpin international....had a geisha girl stop thru...what you know about those slipper with the socks...(that is call sexy)

speaking of sexy...who doesn't like a handy woman with the proper tools and hat (I was callin her Bob the Builder)...or a nice doctor..he may not be McDreamy..but he is McHunky...sure is...

nonetheless it was fun and we'll probably mostly like do it again next year...and if you don't show up in a costume...you end up on the Wall of Lame with a cheap masks on...like or three batmans who seem to forgot that it was a costume party...(therefore we provided them with one..."Hi, I'm Batman)

..... if you didn't attend...boo for you...boo for you...I might not invite you next year... for everyone else thanks for coming and for those who couldn't maybe plan ahead next time...

(sexy pin-up girls posing with the vampire)

flav and the white guy...

We had such a good time...how much? ...that even the rat was drunk the morning after....but he said he didn't care, "cause it was his birthday and he liked it anyway"....

(the rat is actually fake...don't worry, no fake rats were harmed in the making of the party or this blog...)

Well just lettin you guys know about another fabulous party brought to you by

Yours Truly...