tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73750124353185534842024-03-06T00:13:53.554-08:00MZ.T*'S WORLDi write because the words in my head have to go somewheremz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-40630562901845273632009-05-04T22:19:00.000-07:002009-05-04T22:54:43.982-07:00IRONY<div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">=me....LOCATION = bus stop. </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">ACTION = thinking about what to have for dinner.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">enter HIM.....homeless.....LOCATION = same bus stop. </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">ACTION = digging through the trashcan to locate something for dinner......</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">this homeless man i've seen many times on many occassions at this very bus stop.......</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">mostly sitting on the bench minding his own business....whatever that is......</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">staring off into his space.....never obtrusive.....mainly smelly.....and hungry.....</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">oftimes.....he's bent over the same trash can......FURIOUSLY digging for his food for the day. </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">TODAY- no different from any other when i've seen him here.....</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">but TODAY.....i pay attention......as does the man next to me.......</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">we stare as he digs furiously through the trash can to find </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">SOMETHING.....ANYTHING.....to eat...</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">which is ironic to me considering i was just mulling over the different possibilities </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">that lay in my refrigerator........</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">the look of DISGUST on people's faces....the people STANDING and SITTING around</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">at the same bus stop as I......and the HOMELESS guy.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">THEY look at him w/DISGUST.....and i wonder WHY? </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">and i look at the man sitting next to me on the bench who is also transfixed on MR. HOMELESS</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">WONDERING if he shares the same thoughts.....</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">WHY do we turn away in disgust at homeless people? </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">BECAUSE they're HUNGRY......they're AGGRESSIVE....they're SMELLY.......</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">THEY'RE a REMINDER (in the this day and time of our economy) of what we could BECOME. </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">*maybe NOT to the extreme of digging through the trash can for our dinner*</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">BUT......in these times.......coupled with our "money mis-management"......</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">how many of US are so close to that? a PAYCHECK away? a LAYOFF away? </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">this economy has made us rethink and reprioritize!!!!</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">more IRONY as a mother of two walks up to the same bus stop </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">with her two small boys in tow......she looks down the street for the bus.......NOT COMING.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">out of her purse..she pulls a bag of LAY'S POTATO CHIPS....PLAIN..... *i can tell</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">she hands the bag of chips to her two boys who FURIOUSLY dig to get their chips w/each bite. </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">the smiles on their faces as they taste the saltiness & crunch from the chip- </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">THIER DINNERTIME TREAT </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">the smile on HIS face (homeless man) as he strikes PAYDIRT </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">w/a half eaten bag of CHEESE PUFFS.....</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">the smile on HIS face as he tastes the cheddar & cruchiness from the puff-</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">HIS DINNERTIME/DESSERT TREAT</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">and the irony of the ping pong match of emotions as i swing my head back N' forth</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">between commuters smiling in glee at the two boys eating chips AND </span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">the disgust in thier eyes at the HOMELESS MAN eating his cheese puffs. </span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">IRONY......IN THE STATE OF THIS WORLD.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH05B4AJ_UFiHcaRKD18Q4CVm8aqebGrUdSOKmeVn0bs0wKjqlIWVvs2pAmv2zGLT-fMRZB1EhvZUh_oN8JTuyCe_jppo0H0QptzuuY9uS3435YkCzw222g8el-gzmJX3hkuG0WuijiGC9/s1600-h/homeless-man.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332213569630335234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH05B4AJ_UFiHcaRKD18Q4CVm8aqebGrUdSOKmeVn0bs0wKjqlIWVvs2pAmv2zGLT-fMRZB1EhvZUh_oN8JTuyCe_jppo0H0QptzuuY9uS3435YkCzw222g8el-gzmJX3hkuG0WuijiGC9/s320/homeless-man.jpg" /></a></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-92077595869492208352009-01-02T09:49:00.001-08:002009-01-02T09:56:16.480-08:00POST A PIC<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEdwERrfZWLcx6tX6_-apPldxm1pb30BOVArzgGv5QHZbGUN4SvBb_cm7sLEeV1636IowhHGdiMZG5RxNFiSEhHlT8cIefRg8cuaVQGlPftHcJyD_kmer7LSentWrLKmXRCw5ZboM70AX/s1600-h/YAW.jpg"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755524639125138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEdwERrfZWLcx6tX6_-apPldxm1pb30BOVArzgGv5QHZbGUN4SvBb_cm7sLEeV1636IowhHGdiMZG5RxNFiSEhHlT8cIefRg8cuaVQGlPftHcJyD_kmer7LSentWrLKmXRCw5ZboM70AX/s320/YAW.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;">
</span><div></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">the idea for this blog was borrowed from (busygirl/tumbler) and goes like this..... </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">go to your computer....your "PICTURES" folder......select the "FOURTH" folder.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">pick the "FOURTH" picture- post the pic along w/an explanation...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">so i went to my fourth folder (BLOG PICS)- selected the FOURTH pic and here it is......</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">ARTIST: YAW</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">*below is an excerpt from a review i did on YAW for the site i write for</span></div><div><a href="http://www.muzicview.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">www.muzicview.com</span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">At first listen to a track by new artist YAW……. you are literally transcended back in time. Never to be one to get caught up into labels and categories (when it comes to music or life in general), it’s hard to not try to compare the voice that you hear booming out of your computer speakers when you listen.
But as hard as you try, you can’t really pin him down to a specific category or genre of music……for me personally YAW is a cross between Anthony Hamilton, Lenny Kravitz, Al Green & Bilal….how’s that for a comparison?
Of African descent, YAW’s music embraces both cultures (African & American) and is best self described as “an organic occurrence”. A couple of months ago, a mutual acquaintance introduced me to YAW’s music. Upon first listen to a couple of tracks, I felt like I was sitting in a movie theatre watching the intro to a Spike Lee movie….where the lead actor is sitting on that mechanism that glides them in front of the screen….and Terence Blanchard is playing the instrumentals in the background.
The track “GOD” (one of my personal favorites) is a vocal tribute to his ancestors and “WHERE WILL I BE” is reminiscent of the opening of a Spike Lee flick.
Having opened for such acts as ERIC ROBERSON & LIZ FIELDS…… YAW has also listed JAGUAR WRIGHT, FLOETRY, and KINDRED & AMEL LARRIEUX as some of his favorite performers.
Some of his influences range from the hip hop influenced MOB DEEP, DEAD PREZ, MOS DEF, and PHAROAH MONCE to the throwback vocals of BILL WITHERS, MARVIN GAYE and STEVIE WONDER…which would explain the essence of his music…..”soulful…..telling of someone who has lived many lives belying his true age.
Currently unsigned, you can download all of YAW’s tracks at </span></strong><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">www.Rhapsody.com</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"> or you can check him out at </span></strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/yawsmusic"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">www.myspace.com/yawsmusic</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"> and find out where he’s performing next. </span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-51218800537316342452008-12-29T21:45:00.000-08:002008-12-31T01:37:18.478-08:00NEW JACK CITY- Random *ish*<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">
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<div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">So I was standing at the bus stop early yesterday morning heading to Big Lots in the midst of my </span></strong></div>
<div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">"post-Xmas sale" craze state of mind! </span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">While standing...waiting...being impatient.... I see this woman walking down the street headed in my direction. </span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">From a distance I can see this woman is a crackhead.... now I know it's not nice to assume things about people based on appearance alone- but let's just say when I looked up in the distance...this is the sight I saw heading my way.....</span></strong></div>
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<p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285456050474494130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiby6KzWanc7uxvHg0qRQOKtvv0sTzXGa4oNa5p5MZYpy02HFymNVvM_DnmTns1zvKYnmJNYqoV3M8ctli3L5IZqSHJ48WuadftYoOFYh_Gz3_o8mUkQT2598f_eEIzKUSgerhnLODNYBTI/s320/crackhead.jpg" border="0" />OKAY! NUFF SAID! </span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">So, as she's approaching me, there's this little voice in my head that says......"she's going to say something to you." </span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Now this is a safe assumption because when I'm out and about on my daily travels (a.k.a. riding public transportation)- it's come to my attention that there is an invisible sign tatooed on my forehead visible to only crazy folks, crackheads and homeless people. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">And that sign says "TALK TO ME.....PLEASE. I'D ENJOY RANDOM BABBLINGS FROM YOU"</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">It's like that silent "pitch/whistle" that only dogs can hear. Yeah, you get the picture. </span></strong></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihY6RKSyWYRCG3r7MEhxIAIgZOXc9rdwfoto-3esMk0Fa6gMxmguCjOAa1gRKqhF-zXcfBtNj8768YAO4F3HSchjLtT9Fhk8ELIBAlsACt_8R5GDimF_4-1qjOjZE4fF14AgRO57zOKe-y/s1600-h/picture.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285457126773771890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihY6RKSyWYRCG3r7MEhxIAIgZOXc9rdwfoto-3esMk0Fa6gMxmguCjOAa1gRKqhF-zXcfBtNj8768YAO4F3HSchjLtT9Fhk8ELIBAlsACt_8R5GDimF_4-1qjOjZE4fF14AgRO57zOKe-y/s320/picture.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a>
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<div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">So sure enough as if reading my mind- about five feet from me- she yells out in the strangest of voices (ala Cyndi Lauper)- "EXCUSE ME.....MISS LADY! MISS LADY!"</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">"DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?"</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">In my meanest of mugs (ala Nino Brown from New Jack City)- I just look at her with disgust and say "yeah" cause I'm thinking she's about to just say some stupid sh**! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Then she stops directly in front of me and says </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">"OH GOOD. I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE PRETTY." </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">......dramatic pause for effect "AND I'M NOT GAY!"</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">I burst out in laughter- she looked back at me and said </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">"THIS IS HOLLYWOOD YOU KNOW. YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT." </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Then she proceeds to go on about her business.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Ten seconds later, she stops in her tracks....looks back at me...and says</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">"I REMEMBER WHEN I USED TO BE PRETTY."</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Damn! In that moment, queue in the scene from New Jack City where Nino Brown & crew take Thanksgiving turkeys to the Carter projects.......and Pookie takes back a huge drumstick. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">He and his crackhead girlfriend fight over the drumstick- and he starts to beat on her.........</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Yelling he says </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">"YOU USED TO BE THE PROM QUEEN...NOW YOU'RE THE PROM FIEND!"</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">*well I couldn't find that video clip (and you know your girl tried)- but if you've seen the movie...then enjoy this clip! and if you haven't -it's a MUST in your Netflix queue. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">
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THAT WAS MY RANDOM *ISH* FOR THE WEEK! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">oh and sidebar for the record.....PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION SUCKS!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">(not much longer i pray to the car gods)</span></strong></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-55140966423225396062008-12-28T07:44:00.000-08:002008-12-31T01:37:48.123-08:00R.I.P. EARTHA KITT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IBU3jZ-fy32QfM5w-ySjPwXWGXt1YnQeTPVjLMuxLhjDHRc0IoD2f_xev6A-frhNKguP4fnnNt9m8RGyCGSOHTaG5_tnuT_mkZfoV23ahfUj9zVrHV-YiQXh7SPhuHKRmvl0-XHAh4Vm/s1600-h/eartha2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284868648296118226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IBU3jZ-fy32QfM5w-ySjPwXWGXt1YnQeTPVjLMuxLhjDHRc0IoD2f_xev6A-frhNKguP4fnnNt9m8RGyCGSOHTaG5_tnuT_mkZfoV23ahfUj9zVrHV-YiQXh7SPhuHKRmvl0-XHAh4Vm/s320/eartha2.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kitt was born Eartha Mae Keith on a </strong></span><a title="Cotton" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotton"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>cotton</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> plantation in </strong></span><a title="North, South Carolina" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North,_South_Carolina"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>North, South Carolina</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, a small town in Orangeburg County near Columbia, South Carolina. Her mother was of </strong></span><a title="Cherokee" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherokee"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cherokee</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="African-American" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African-American"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>African-American</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> descent and her father of German and </strong></span><a title="Netherlands" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netherlands"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Dutch</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> descent. She claimed she was conceived by rape
Kitt was raised by her mother's sister, Anna Mae Riley, an African-American woman whom she believed to be her mother. Kitt claimed that she suffered abuse and neglect at the hands of a family to whom Anna Mae Riley entrusted her — "given away for slavery," as she described it in many interviews. Kitt said that as she was given away, she always wondered who would accept her and was afraid of being rejected. After Riley's death, she was sent to live in New York City with Mamie Kitt, who she learned was her biological mother; .she had no knowledge of her father, except that his </strong></span><a title="Surname" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surname"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>surname</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> was Kitt and that he was supposedly a son of the owner of the farm where she had been born.Newspaper obituaries state that her white father was "a poor cotton farmer."
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kitt began her career as a member of the </strong></span><a title="Katherine Dunham Company" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katherine_Dunham_Company"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Katherine Dunham Company</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and made her film debut with them in </strong></span><a title="Casbah" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casbah"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Casbah</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> (1948). A talented singer with a distinctive voice, her hits include "</strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Let's Do It" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let%27s_Do_It"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Let's Do It</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>," "Champagne Taste," "</strong></span><a title="C'est si bon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%27est_si_bon"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>C'est si bon</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>," "Just an Old Fashioned Girl," "Monotonous," "Je cherche un homme," "</strong></span><a title="Love for Sale (Cole Porter song)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_for_Sale_(Cole_Porter_song)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Love for Sale</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>," "I'd Rather Be Burned as a Witch," "Uska Dara," "Mink, Schmink," "</strong></span><a title="Under the Bridges of Paris" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Under_the_Bridges_of_Paris"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Under the Bridges of Paris</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>," and her most recognizable hit, "</strong></span><a title="Santa Baby" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Baby"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Santa Baby</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>," which was released in 1953. Kitt's unique style was enhanced as she became fluent in the </strong></span><a title="French language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_language"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>French language</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> during her years performing in Europe. She had some skill in other languages too, which she demonstrates with finesse in many of the live recordings of her cabaret performances.
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>In 1950, </strong></span><a title="Orson Welles" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orson_Welles"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Orson Welles</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> gave her her first starring role, as </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Helen of Troy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_of_Troy"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Helen of Troy</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> in his staging of </strong></span><a title="The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tragical_History_of_Doctor_Faustus"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Dr. Faustus</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. A few years later, she was cast in the revue </strong></span><a title="New Faces of 1952" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Faces_of_1952"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>New Faces of 1952</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> introducing "Monotonous" and "Bal, Petit Bal," two songs with which she continues to be identified. In 1954, </strong></span><a title="20th Century Fox" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/20th_Century_Fox"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>20th Century Fox</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> filmed a version of the revue simply titled New Faces. Welles and Kitt allegedly had a torrid affair during her run in </strong></span><a title="Shinbone Alley" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinbone_Alley"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Shinbone Alley</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, which earned her the nickname by Welles as "the most exciting woman in the world." In 1958, Kitt made her feature film debut opposite </strong></span><a title="Sidney Poitier" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidney_Poitier"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sidney Poitier</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> in The Mark of the Hawk. Throughout the rest of the 1950s and early 1960s, Kitt would work on and off in film, television and on nightclub stages. In 1964, Kitt helped open the </strong></span><a title="Circle Star Theater" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circle_Star_Theater"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Circle Star Theater</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> in </strong></span><a title="San Carlos, California" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Carlos,_California"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>San Carlos, California</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. Also in the 1960s, the television series </strong></span><a title="Batman (TV series)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman_(TV_series)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Batman</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> featured her as </strong></span><a title="Catwoman" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catwoman"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Catwoman</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> after </strong></span><a title="Julie Newmar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julie_Newmar"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Julie Newmar</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> left the role.
In 1968, however, Kitt encountered a substantial professional setback after she made anti-war statements during a </strong></span><a title="White House" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_House"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>White House</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> luncheon. It was reported that she made </strong></span><a title="First Lady" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Lady"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>First Lady</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> </strong></span><a title="Lady Bird Johnson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Bird_Johnson"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Lady Bird Johnson</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> cry. The public reaction to Kitt's statements was much more extreme, both for and against her statements. Publicly ostracized in the U.S., she devoted her energies to overseas performances.
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>During that time, cultural references to her grew, including outside the United States, such as the well-known </strong></span><a title="Monty Python" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monty_Python"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Monty Python</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> sketch "The Cycling Tour," where an amnesiac believes he is first </strong></span><a title="Clodagh Rodgers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clodagh_Rodgers"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Clodagh Rodgers</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, then </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Trotsky" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trotsky"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Trotsky</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and finally Eartha Kitt (while performing to an enthusiastic crowd in Moscow). She returned to New York in a triumphant turn in the </strong></span><a title="Broadway" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadway"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Broadway</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> spectacle </strong></span><a title="Timbuktu!" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timbuktu!"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Timbuktu!</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> (a version of the perennial </strong></span><a title="Kismet (musical)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kismet_(musical)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kismet</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> set in Africa) in 1978. In the musical, one song gives a 'recipe' for mahoun, a preparation of </strong></span><a title="Cannabis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannabis"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>cannabis</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, in which her sultry purring rendition of the refrain "constantly stirring with a long wooden spoon" was distinctive.
In 1984, she returned to the music charts with a </strong></span><a title="Disco" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disco"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>disco</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> song, "</strong></span><a title="Where Is My Man" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_Is_My_Man"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Where Is My Man</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>", the first certified Gold record of her career. "Where Is My Man" reached the </strong></span><a title="Top 40" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Top_40"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Top 40</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> on the </strong></span><a title="UK Singles Chart" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UK_Singles_Chart"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>UK Singles Chart</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, where it peaked at #36; The song also made the Top 10 on the US </strong></span><a title="Billboard (magazine)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard_(magazine)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Billboard</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> </strong></span><a title="Hot Dance Club Play" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_Dance_Club_Play"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>dance chart</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, where it reached #7. The single was followed by the album "I Love Men" on the Record Shack label. Kitt found new audiences in nightclubs across the UK and the US, including a whole new generation of gay male fans, and she responded by frequently giving benefit performances in support of </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="HIV/AIDS" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HIV/AIDS"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>HIV/AIDS</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> organizations. Her 1989 follow-up hit "Cha-Cha Heels" (featuring </strong></span><a title="Bronski Beat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bronski_Beat"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bronski Beat</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>), which was originally intended to be recorded by </strong></span><a title="Divine (actor)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_(actor)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Divine</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, received a positive response from UK dance clubs and reached #32 in the charts in that country.
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<a class="image" title="Eartha Kitt in concert, 2007" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Eartha_Kitt_2007.jpg"></a>
<a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Eartha_Kitt_2007.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Eartha Kitt in concert, 2007
In 1992, Kitt had a supporting role as Lady Eloise in the hit film </strong></span><a title="Boomerang (1992 film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boomerang_(1992_film)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Boomerang</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> starring </strong></span><a title="Eddie Murphy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_Murphy"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Eddie Murphy</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. In the late 1990s, she appeared as the Wicked Witch of the West in the North American national touring company of </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="The Wizard of Oz (stage)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wizard_of_Oz_(stage)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>The Wizard of Oz</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. In 2000, Kitt again returned to </strong></span><a title="Broadway theatre" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadway_theatre"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Broadway</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> in the short-lived run of </strong></span><a title="Michael John LaChiusa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_John_LaChiusa"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Michael John LaChiusa</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>'s </strong></span><a title="The Wild Party (LaChiusa musical)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wild_Party_(LaChiusa_musical)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>The Wild Party</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> opposite </strong></span><a title="Mandy Patinkin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mandy_Patinkin"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Mandy Patinkin</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and </strong></span><a title="Toni Collette" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toni_Collette"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Toni Collette</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. Beginning in late 2000, she starred as the Fairy Godmother in the US national tour of </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Cinderella (TV)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinderella_(TV)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cinderella</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> alongside </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Deborah Gibson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deborah_Gibson"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Deborah Gibson</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and then </strong></span><a title="Jamie-Lynn Sigler" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamie-Lynn_Sigler"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Jamie-Lynn Sigler</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. In 2003, she replaced </strong></span><a title="Chita Rivera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chita_Rivera"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Chita Rivera</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> in </strong></span><a title="Nine (musical)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nine_(musical)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Nine</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. She reprised her role as the Fairy Godmother at a special engagement of </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Cinderella (TV)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinderella_(TV)"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cinderella</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, which took place at </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Lincoln Center" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincoln_Center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Lincoln Center</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> during the holiday season of 2004.
One of her more unusual roles was as </strong></span><a title="Kaa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaa"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kaa</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> the </strong></span><a title="Pythonidae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pythonidae"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>python</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> in a 1994 </strong></span><a title="BBC Radio" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BBC_Radio"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>BBC Radio</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> adaptation of </strong></span><a title="The Jungle Book" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Jungle_Book"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>The Jungle Book</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. Kitt lent her distinctive voice to the role of </strong></span><a title="Yzma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yzma"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Yzma</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> in </strong></span><a title="The Walt Disney Company" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Walt_Disney_Company"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Disney's</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> </strong></span><a title="The Emperor's New Groove" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Emperor%27s_New_Groove"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>The Emperor's New Groove</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and returned to the role in the </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Straight-to-video" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Straight-to-video"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>straight-to-video</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> sequel </strong></span><a title="Kronk's New Groove" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kronk%27s_New_Groove"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kronk's New Groove</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and the spin-off TV series </strong></span><a title="The Emperor's New School" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Emperor%27s_New_School"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>The Emperor's New School</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, for which she won an </strong></span><a title="Emmy Award" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmy_Award"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Emmy Award</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and two </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Annie Awards" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annie_Awards"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Annie Awards</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> for Voice Acting in an Animated Television Production. She had a voiceover as the voice of </strong></span><a title="My Life as a Teenage Robot" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Life_as_a_Teenage_Robot#Queen_Vexus"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Queen Vexus</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> on the animated TV series </strong></span><a title="My Life as a Teenage Robot" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Life_as_a_Teenage_Robot"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>My Life as a Teenage Robot</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>.
In recent years, Kitt's annual appearances in New York made her a fixture on the </strong></span><a title="Manhattan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattan"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Manhattan</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> </strong></span><a title="Cabaret" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabaret"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>cabaret</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> scene. She would take the stage at venues such as the Ballroom and the Café Carlyle to explore and define her highly stylized image, alternating between signature songs such as Old Fashioned Millionaire, which emphasized a witty, </strong></span><a title="Mercenary" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercenary"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>mercenary</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> world-weariness, and less familiar repertoire, much of which she performed with an unexpected ferocity and bite that presented her as a survivor with a seemingly bottomless reservoir of resilience: her version of "Here's to Life," frequently used as a closing number, was a sterling example of the latter. This facet of her later performances was reflected in at least one of her recordings, </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Thinking Jazz" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thinking_Jazz"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Thinking Jazz</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, which preserved a series of performances with a small jazz combo that took place in the early 1990s in Germany and which included both standards ("</strong></span><a title="Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoke_Gets_in_Your_Eyes"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Smoke Gets in Your Eyes</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>") and numbers ("Something May Go Wrong") that seemed more specifically tailored to her talents; one version of the CD includes as bonus performances a fierce, angry Yesterday and a live rendering of "C'est Si Bon" that good-naturedly satirized her sex-kitten persona.
From October to early December, 2006, Kitt co-starred in the Off-Broadway musical </strong></span><a title="Mimi le Duck" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mimi_le_Duck"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Mimi le Duck</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>. She also appeared in the 2007 independent film </strong></span><a title="And Then Came Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_Then_Came_Love"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>And Then Came Love</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> opposite </strong></span><a title="Vanessa L. Williams" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanessa_L._Williams"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Vanessa L. Williams</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>.
In 1978, she did the voice-over in a TV commercial for the album Aja by the rock group Steely Dan.
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>After romances with the cosmetics magnate </strong></span><a title="Charles Revson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Revson"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Charles Revson</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> and banking heir John Barry Ryan III, she was married to John William McDonald, an associate of a real-estate investment company, from June 6, 1960, to 1965. They had one child, a daughter, Kitt (b. 1962, married Charles Lawrence Shapiro). Eartha had two grandchildren, Jason and Rachel Shapiro. Kitt lived in the Merryall section of </strong></span><a title="New Milford, Connecticut" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Milford,_Connecticut"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>New Milford, Connecticut</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> for many years as well as </strong></span><a title="Pound Ridge, New York" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pound_Ridge,_New_York"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Pound Ridge, New York</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, then in 2002 moved to </strong></span><a title="Weston, Connecticut" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weston,_Connecticut"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Weston, Connecticut</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> to be near her daughter's family.
Kitt wrote three autobiographies – Thursday's Child (1956), Alone with Me (1976), and I'm Still Here: Confessions of a Sex Kitten (1989).
Kitt was the spokesperson for </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="MAC Cosmetics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MAC_Cosmetics"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>MAC Cosmetics</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>' Smoke Signals collection in August 2007. She re-recorded "</strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoke_Gets_In_Your_Eyes"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Smoke Gets In Your Eyes</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>" for the occasion, was showcased on the MAC website, and the song was played at all MAC locations carrying the collection for the month.
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kitt died after a long battle against </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Colon cancer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colon_cancer"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>colon cancer</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> on </strong></span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Christmas Day" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_Day"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Christmas Day</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>, 2008 in Weston, Connecticut at the age of 81. </strong></span></div><div></div><div></div></div>
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</strong><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I am STRONG because I’ve been weak </strong></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;">
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my flaws</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I am a LOVER because I’m a fighter</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I am FEARLESS because I’ve been afraid</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I am WISE because I’ve been foolish </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>And I can LAUGH because I’ve known sadness…….</strong></span></div>
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<div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Author unknown</span> </strong></span></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-13625636325556432702008-11-23T15:54:00.000-08:002008-11-23T15:58:00.171-08:00A LETTER TO SELF<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX__OC803dXGDl0SAubmYI0kOgU2E326dGof2UbaYZTaz5ORD6MmsQdy85uvDcxwisJNOvkHj3GNwZlVRK2poANkXHo_X_IwLLAhshK9eDTuTIuv0jAFplc6eqcniRSLcPZ71CNTsGx_Ca/s1600-h/jessica-caremoore.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272006229804281282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX__OC803dXGDl0SAubmYI0kOgU2E326dGof2UbaYZTaz5ORD6MmsQdy85uvDcxwisJNOvkHj3GNwZlVRK2poANkXHo_X_IwLLAhshK9eDTuTIuv0jAFplc6eqcniRSLcPZ71CNTsGx_Ca/s320/jessica-caremoore.JPG" border="0" /></a>
<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>A Letter to Self: from Jessica Care Moore
i received this in an email today and wanted to share.
(*THANKS SHE'S SO FLY)
hopefully it can inspire someone like it inspired me. cause it is the TRUTH. if i ever read the truth.</strong></span>
<span style="color:#ffffff;">THIS LETTER IS NOT FOR EVERY WOMAN. BUT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, YOU!
DEAR JESS
After a decade of marriage and a year long relationship with a
beautiful friend, I have to write myself this letter as a promise. I
hope it's a promise that other women like me will make to themselves.
When you have been forced…
To spend your life fighting against the often aggressive sexual
exploitation of women through institutions, laws, the workforce, your
own family, school and just basic can't walk down the street without
being harassed your whole life….
When you are a woman of color, and you have survived being stereotyped
as every "round the way girl" at a bus stop, every video stripper in
every rappers video.
If you have decided, despite your family not coming from a line of
doctors, lawyers or educators, to take your own life, your story, your
fucking destiny into your own hands.
I am asking. No, I am daring you to be courageous enough.
To be fearless and confident enough….
When you have found a way to build an independent economic empire of your own..
When you told your nine to five to kiss your ass, and told your family
to deal with it.
The moment after you decide to no longer be a slave.
When you decide to not believe that the only thing you have to look
forward to in life is making babies, and being a wife.
When you find a way to delicately balance babies, be a wife and still
find time for a long bath at least one night per week.
When you have vowed to raise daughters as warriors.
And grown out your perm, or read more books then what would ever be
required in school.
When you decide to write your OWN relevant story and not wait for
validation from a culture outside of your own.
From no one!
When you survive on paint, and words, education, and activism, and love
and poetry and theater, sewing needles, fabric, real films, and dance
and music not always played on the radio.
When you decide, despite the guns at your head.
To outlive your circumstance…
And breathe down the throats of those
who say you don't matter.
When you have done all this.
And a MAN or a WOMAN that you LOVE tells you that
They feel INADEQUATE. INSECURE. NOT QUITE ENOUGH.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
AROUND YOU. OR YOU MAKE THEM FEEL LESS THAN WHAT THEY ARE.
THEY FEEL EMASCULATED.
BECAUSE YOU ARE SO TOGETHER, SO STRONG, SO PERFECT TO
BRING AROUND THEIR MOMMAS.
I AM TELLING YOU TO NEVER SAY
"NO YOU'RE NOT BABY." "YOU HAVE LOTS OF POTENTIAL"
OR MAKE EXCUSES BECAUSE YOU ARE AFRAID OF BEING ALONE, OR "WHO'S GONNA WANT TO MARRY ME WITH THREE KIDS"
OR DECIDE YOU BETTER TONE DOWN YOUR MOUTH SO HE WON'T BE SCARED OF YOU, WHEN PEOPLE PAY YOU TO TALK!
IF YOU HAVE ALREADY BECOME A COLDER SACK CLONE TO FIT IN WITH THE REST OF THE WOMEN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
WHEN YOU HAVE HAD TO PAY TO GET YOUR LAST NAME BACK AT LEAST ONCE ALREADY WHEN YOU WEREN'T THE ONE CHEATING!
NEVER SAY, TO THIS MAGICAL, DREAMY PERSON THAT YOU LOVE:
"YOU ARE PERFECT FOR ME, I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH MONEY YOU MAKE OR THE CAR YOU DRIVE."
EVEN IF U DON'T CARE, DON'T TELL THEM THAT.
YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT YOU TO SAY?
WHAT I DARE YOU TO SAY FIERCE BAD ASS BITCH.
YOU SAY.
YOU KNOW WHAT.
YOU ARE INADEQUATE.
AND I DON'T DATE POTENTIAL ANYMORE
THAT IS SO 85!
AND I AM WAAAAY TOO FABULOUS FOR YOU.
YOU'RE RIGHT!!!
WHAT IN THE HELL WAS I THINKING!!?
YOU SAY THAT.
AND I PROMISE YOU, LIKE I'M PROMISING MYSELF
YOU WILL DO SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY
THAT DAY.
IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.
AND EVEN IF YOU EVENTUALLY GIVE IN
AND DECIDE, LIKE MOST WOMEN
TO SETTLE FOR LESS THAN WHAT THEY ARE OR WHAT THEY DESERVE.
AT LEAST YOU WILL HAVE THAT ONE DAY
WHEN YOU REALIZE
THAT YOU WERE BORN
WITH EVERYONE YOU NEED TO SURVIVE
ON THIS PLANET.
AND AS MUCH AS EVERYONE KNOWS HOW MUCH I AM IN LOVE WITH LOVE.
THERE IS NO GREATER LOVE, THAN THE
ONE YOU HAVE WITH YOUR CREATOR AND
YOURSELF.
WHEN YOU TRULY DECIDE TO NOT ENTERTAIN
MEDIOCRE, INFERIOR BEINGS,
WHO WILL ONLY SUCK EVERYTHING CREATIVE
OUT OF YOUR BODY.
YOU WILL GET RID OF THOSE FIBROIDS
FROM STRESS.
AND INSTEAD OF CRYING BECAUSE YOU ARE
SO POWERFUL AND MAGNIFICENT AND YOU
HAVEN'T FOUND A KING
WHO CAN HANDLE YOUR LIGHT
JUST YET..
YOU WILL
WRITE YOUR FIRST SCREENPLAY
CHOREOGRAPH A WORK OF ART
COMPLETE YOUR STRONGEST PIECE OF PROSE
BECOME THE CEO OF YOUR OWN COMPANY
GET THAT TENURE U DESERVE
TEACH YOUR GIRLS HOW TO LOVE THEMSELVES
INSPIRE SOMEONE TO BUY A BOOK
COMPOSE A SYMPHONY
WRITE A BEST SELLING NOVEL
APPLY FOR THAT GRANT
RAISE YOUR SONS ALONE
BUILD AN INSTITUTION
A SAFEHOUSE!!
FOR STRONG, INCREDIBLE WOMEN, WHO DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND TO NOT BE
WELL READ, ARTICULATE, BRILLIANT, TALENTED, SOULFUL,
AND FINE AS HELL.
WHEN WE KNOW WE ARE.
AND SO DO THEY.
YOU WILL BE TOO BUSY TAPING THIS SHIT TO YOUR FRIDGE
OR EMAILING IT TO HIS INBOX
AND SMILING AND EXPLODING WITH
JOY!!
ALL MY LOVE,
JESSICA CARE MOORE</span>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHpIOHYFWJpVBgyv441XNH3tgEk0ePapM6bI7SLlbd-lIKgv5hIWUu0vnPe6AUdRMNjbDNscAoUT4cVDS0NKM1KHFvdey9ZsjiAF0vDrZL6ioAaCir4Vh34Iy793B0E8-WPbBI1ALtMQ/s1600-h/l_39334b5063b5398560b376348fffa439.jpg"></a><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=313278101">Jessica Care Moore</a> is a poet, activist, actor, book publisher, Apollo legend, and all out dope woman from detroit. under her company <a href="http://aalbc.com/writers/moore.htm">Moore Black Press</a>, she has released several books of her own poetry, as well as works from acclaimed poets <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=13395348">Saul Williams</a> and <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=23515722">Shariff Simmons</a>. she has performed and collaborated with the likes of Nas, Talib Kweli, Anthony David, Mos Def, Sonia Sanchez, etc... and still comes through to all the little spots in detroit and blesses us with the genius. look her up and bask in the awesomeness of the Black Woman!mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-63566224858763014582008-09-22T08:20:00.000-07:002008-09-22T08:22:04.245-07:00REGISTER AND VOTE!THIS IS WHAT THOSE BEFORE US HAD TO ENDURE TO ENSURE THE RIGHT FOR US TO VOTE!
DO NOT TAKE THIS FOR GRANTED!
PLEASE REGISTER AND PLEASE VOTE!
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">(CNN) -- Former Blink-182 drummer Travis Barker and singer-song artist Adam "DJ AM" Goldstein were in critical condition with extensive burns Saturday after a jet crash the night before that killed four people, authorities said.</span></strong></div>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;">DJ AM, left, and Travis Barker pose backstage at the MTV Video Music Awards on September 7. </span></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><div>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Two of the four who died late Friday were passengers and two were crew members, the National Transportation Safety Board said in a statement.
The NTSB has sent a Go Team to Columbia, South Carolina, to investigate the crash. </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;">The Learjet 60 crashed on takeoff at the Columbia Metropolitan Airport at 11:53 p.m. Friday. </span>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;">Beth Frits, spokeswoman at the Joseph Still Burn Center, in Augusta, Georgia, said Barker and Goldstein arrived at the hospital early Saturday. She said both men had "extensive burns."
The burn center is the largest in the country, and the main one in the Southeast, she said. </span>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;">Federal Aviation Administration spokeswoman Kathleen Bergen said the twin-engine, private jet was cleared for takeoff on a flight to Van Nuys, California, and began its takeoff roll a few minutes before midnight.
Air traffic controllers "saw sparks coming from the runway -- whether that was from the aircraft or its engines, we don't know," Bergen said Saturday. </span>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;">The jet left the ground but crashed near the end of the runway on a road adjacent to the airport, she said.
There were no other aircraft on the runway and no vehicles on the road, Bergen said. </span></span></strong>
</span>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-45903601425721551012008-09-19T15:29:00.001-07:002008-09-19T16:09:35.708-07:00R.KELLY- REALLY?<div>
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<div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">TODAY'S BLOG COMES WITH FEW WORDS.
R. KELLY (IN MY OPINION) IS A DOUCHE BAG!
WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN OPINION ABOUT HIM AND THE CHILD PORNOGRAPHY CASE.
LISTEN TO HIS LATEST INTERVIEW AND HIS RESPONSE TO BEING ASKED ABOUT UNDERAGE GIRLS.
AS A TEENAGER WHO WAS MOLESTED BY A FAMILY MEMBER, I JUST WISH HE WOULD DISAPPEAR.
(but that's my own baggage)
HE HAS HIS OWN CROSS TO BEAR..... </div>
READ ON....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Posted September 18, 2008 </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><a class="feed" href="http://www.livesteez.com/rss/news"></a><div>
<strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Singer R. Kelly has spoken out in his first interview since being acquitted of child pornography charges. </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"><div>
In a sit down talk with BET personality Toure' on Tuesday, the Chicago native dismissed allegations that he ever preyed on young girls, stating, "I don't like anyone illegal."</div><div>
Kelly also said he was relieved when the trial was over, and that his upcoming </span></strong><a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.livesteez.com/news/news_detail/1159#" target="_top"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">album</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"> would feature less of the sexually charged material that has come to define his multi-platinum career, according to the Associated Press.
"I'm really trying to make this album a little bit different." he said. "Take a little bit of the edge off, you know? And you know, clean up a few </span></strong><a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.livesteez.com/news/news_detail/1159#" target="_top"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">lyrics</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"> if I can, you know? </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"><div>
The 40-year-old performer was acquitted in Chicago in June of multiple child pornography charges. The verdict ended a six-year saga that began when a videotape surfaced of a </span></strong><a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://www.livesteez.com/news/news_detail/1159#" target="_top"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">man looking</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"> like Kelly having sex with a girl believed to be as young as 13. Kelly denied he was the man in the videotape, and the girl in the video never testified. </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"><div>
Though the half-hour interview did not specifically address the child pornography charges, Kelly was asked about the perception that he is attracted to young girls. Kelly was rumored to have been </span></strong><a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink3" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,3);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,3);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,3);" href="http://www.livesteez.com/news/news_detail/1159#" target="_top"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">married</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"> to the late singer Aaliyah when she was 15, but the </span></strong><a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink4" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,4);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,4);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,4);" href="http://www.livesteez.com/news/news_detail/1159#" target="_top"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">marriage</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"> was quickly annulled. </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"><div>
When asked if he likes teenage girls, Kelly replied, "When you say teenage, how -how old are we talkin' ...19?" "I have some 19-year-</span></strong><a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink5" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,5);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,5);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,5);" href="http://www.livesteez.com/news/news_detail/1159#" target="_top"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">old friends</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">," he added. "But I don't like anybody illegal, if that's what we're talking about ...underage."</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"><div>
Kelly said he was worried that he might be convicted.
"But at the same time I was very prayerful," he said. "Verdict day ...I couldn't describe it and I wouldn't wish it on ...if I had a worst enemy, which I don't."</div><div>
When the innocent verdicts were announced, Kelly said he felt relieved that he would be able to see his three children -two daughters and a son- once again.
"I couldn't wait to get home to hug them and hold them," he said. </div><div>
Despite the charges Kelly faced, he still managed to maintain one of the most successful careers of any artist, notching several platinum albums and hits during that period. His album, 12 Play 4th Quarter is scheduled for the fall.</span></strong> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247872748901704002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNh-ZlT-9r0QFA1JfCoPMaSnN6fhOoU1X0CLWTzYn6m7Q0ewLuSUSGXSL_ODVNqTzrJFKq5L-xZWPVh8VDIZK0IBNuSXV8GbDYCTjoBmhzmDslEJQ7_Qmb6pZRJ6bzAMCzMWGEJn1Xk5wC/s200/r+kelley+2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247872792841392690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cZdhJi3MDF4SQBDCL6s3Dx_lrJJwNAnVdm1a5BnxML6TBZg1ocKYISb9CELY28ghDMyzbY8gT_enKgvWv1qxHoyrRZaCeMAED7eNrBjWWN50uH8RFhAcvbnHOKsohSaS995sUtanOs3K/s200/r+kelley.jpg" border="0" /></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-42651970296311046672008-09-11T19:51:00.001-07:002008-09-11T20:04:56.814-07:009/11/01- WHERE WERE YOU?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAhwZIzdzkPI4wJXtPYrKHxIXefp7wxsSCMeYRNiIlNKm809Qttyrh3RU-0WkC2xrSuPGNps__jhlpH_8453f5-8Qt0QogNbBUz7TNQBA-L6Jm2e6NCMkS5L3YmM4YM0VTaBsIyA8saYQ/s1600-h/9.11.01.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244962368026115778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAhwZIzdzkPI4wJXtPYrKHxIXefp7wxsSCMeYRNiIlNKm809Qttyrh3RU-0WkC2xrSuPGNps__jhlpH_8453f5-8Qt0QogNbBUz7TNQBA-L6Jm2e6NCMkS5L3YmM4YM0VTaBsIyA8saYQ/s200/9.11.01.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"> </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">THIS GOES OUT TO THOSE WHO LOST THIER LIVES SEVEN YEARS AGO </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">ON THAT FATEFUL DAY.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">R.I.P.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE TOWERS FELL?</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">I was getting dressed for work when my roommate called me into her room. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Her voice was shaken....She kept saying "Oh my God! I can't believe this has happened!" I asked what was going on as I positioned myself in front of the television. </span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">She told me about a plane crashing into one of the Towers in NYC.....I watched in disbelief as the image reappeared on the screen. </span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHqj1pPGBdz5sXwjBSCJlD6zLyy-dcFd8RZ0XZJOQq_J5V6heVCsZxmbsv-XuRQMD1APrZ_s4sp-m-Psd3-6OMKmpSu6Ybfqb8Fid8viuR4ctHZx3doQWDUWdkzcexZr0E02Npwkhgrlo/s1600-h/nineeleven4.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244963528446324834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHqj1pPGBdz5sXwjBSCJlD6zLyy-dcFd8RZ0XZJOQq_J5V6heVCsZxmbsv-XuRQMD1APrZ_s4sp-m-Psd3-6OMKmpSu6Ybfqb8Fid8viuR4ctHZx3doQWDUWdkzcexZr0E02Npwkhgrlo/s200/nineeleven4.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">I'll never get that image out of my head- the plane crashing into the side of the tower.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Although I was paralyzed with disbelief and fear, I had to leave so that I could get to work on time. Driving into work that day, my boyfriend and I listened intently to the local radio station recount the details of that fateful morning. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">As I arrived to the warehouse that I worked at, I came into the office to find the entire staff posted around the television in the break room fixated on the horror in front of their eyes. </span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">We did not work that day- all we could do is watch in shock and horror.....cry...and pray. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">I can't believe that seven years has passed but this is a day that will never be forgotten......</span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">R.I.P. to those whose lives were lost that day- </span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">R.I.P. to all the firefighters, police officers, EMT's and volunteers who gave of themselves selflessly and who lost their lives searching for the remains of lives lost. </span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">R.I.P. to those bodies that were never found and for those who have still not found closure<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDh_pvv1tUM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDh_pvv1tUM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>
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<div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Earlier this week, I had an appointment at a Beverly Hills Clinic to receive my annual mammogram. </strong></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>This will be my 2nd mammogram since turning 40 two years ago. I was not as apprehensive this time around because I knew what to expect. As women we have been instructed by our health care providers to have mammograms after turning 40. There is some question as to whether you should receive this test annually or every other year. What is known is if you have a history of breast cancer in your family then early detection is key. </strong></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>WHAT IS A MAMMOGRAM? </strong></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>A mammogram is an xray of the breast used to detect any changes within the breast and also used as early detection of breast cancer. </strong></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Most recently actress Christina Applegate was diagnosed with breast cancer (the early stages) and made a decision to have a double masectomy. Her own mother is a breast cancer survivor.</strong></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>On </strong></span><a title="August 3" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_3"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>August 3</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>, </strong></span><a title="2008" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>2008</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>, People Magazine reported that Applegate had been diagnosed with </strong></span><a title="Breast cancer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breast_cancer"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>breast cancer</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>. This was confirmed by her representative, who said in a statement: "Christina Applegate was diagnosed with an early form of breast cancer. Benefiting from early detection through a doctor ordered MRI, the cancer is not life threatening...Christina is following the recommended treatment of her doctors and will have a full recovery. No further statement will be issued at this time."
On </strong></span><a title="August 19" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_19"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>August 19</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>, </strong></span><a title="2008" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>2008</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>. It was announced that Applegate is cancer free after a double </strong></span><a title="Mastectomy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mastectomy"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>mastectomy</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>, even though cancer was found in only one breast. She has an inherited genetic fault, a </strong></span><a title="BRCA1" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BRCA1"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>BRCA1</strong></span></a><a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christina_Applegate#cite_note-13"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>[14]</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong> mutation, which very often causes breast cancer in those with said fault. Her mother, </strong></span><a title="Nancy Priddy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Priddy"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Nancy Priddy</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>, is a breast cancer survivor. Applegate said when she first was diagnosed "I was just shaking and — and then also immediately, I had to go into ... `take-care-of-business-mode'" which included a change to a more healthy diet. Applegate appeared on a television special entitled </strong></span><a title="Stand Up to Cancer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stand_Up_to_Cancer"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Stand Up to Cancer</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong> designed to raise funds for breast cancer research. The one hour special was broadcast on </strong></span><a title="CBS" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CBS"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>CBS</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>, </strong></span><a title="NBC" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NBC"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>NBC</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>, and </strong></span><a title="American Broadcasting Company" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Broadcasting_Company"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>ABC</strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong> television networks on September 5.</strong></span></div>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Although I have no history of breast cancer within my own family, at the age of seventeen I discovered a lump in my left breast. Thankfully, the tumor turned out to be benign and I made the decision to have it removed in a simple outpatient procedure</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>I cannot stress the importance of monthly self examinations in order to detect any changes you may feel. "Better safe than sorry" is how I like to think. I am not as diligent as I should be but it still is necessary. If you don't know how to conduct a self exam- it's pretty simple. (see image above)</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>I will admit it is a little uncomfortable but it does not hurt. The technician is always female which provides a safe level of comfort throughout. Your breasts are placed on a tray which then mashes down on the breast to allow the best view for the xray. You are asked to hold your position which is ironic since you're basically being smashed by the jaws of life (smile) so you really can't move anyway. But in less than five minutes, it's all over and I think to myself "Wow! Is that it? That really didn't hurt!" </strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>So ladies- do your boobies a favor- lay down and touch them on a monthly basis......check for any changes.....call your doctor if you do.......</strong>and<strong> remember EARLY DETECTION IS KEY! Your boobies will thank you for it. </strong></span></p>
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<div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-69219596762635168092008-07-28T22:40:00.000-07:002008-12-09T20:51:25.314-08:00Luke Lives On<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinX-K6uTuH9ixfOjQ7JB93AP-8SEzsAw40prYOm2dmDjZi_Y5wwOE-OnQr0i2N33OYkDGToC8tfmH6YgeulG4xE9pDVbmfiUNSiw_DcfwTJTXEQWkRh_5kBouOQ7grBhf0f-MrSWpDtnZ4/s1600-h/luke+dunphy.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228307141709955858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinX-K6uTuH9ixfOjQ7JB93AP-8SEzsAw40prYOm2dmDjZi_Y5wwOE-OnQr0i2N33OYkDGToC8tfmH6YgeulG4xE9pDVbmfiUNSiw_DcfwTJTXEQWkRh_5kBouOQ7grBhf0f-MrSWpDtnZ4/s200/luke+dunphy.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"> TODAY'S BLOG IS DEDICATED TO LUKAS DUNPHY......</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I DON'T KNOW LUKE BUT HEARD ABOUT HIS STORY AND IT TOUCHED ME IN SUCH A </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">WAY THAT MOVED ME TO DEDICATE TODAY'S BLOG TO HIS MEMORY.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ON FRIDAY, JULY 18TH 2008 AROUND 2:30 PM LUKE WAS KILLED IN A MOTORCYCLE </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ACCIDENT. RIDING MOTORCYCLES WAS A HOBBY AND A LOVE OF HIS. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">PRIOR TO HIS PASSING LUKE HAD LEARNED OF A GIRL IN NEED OF A KIDNEY.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ON JULY 15, 2008 LUKE WENT TO THE UCLA MEDICAL CENTER TO BEGIN THE </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">PAPERWORK PROCESS OF BECOMING A DONOR. THREE DAYS LATER HE PASSED.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">AS TRAGIC AS HIS ENDING IS......IT IS ALSO A BLESSING TO KNOW THAT IN HIS </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">DEATH HE WAS ABLE TO GIVE LIFE!</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">In addition to his kidneys- other organs were also donated. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">HIS FAMILY HAS CREATED A WEBSITE (</span></strong><a href="http://www.lukeliveson.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">www.lukeliveson.com</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">) FOR HIS LOVED ONES </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">TO VISIT. HERE THEY CAN VIEW PICTURES OF LUKE IN ALL PHASES OF HIS LIFE</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">AND IN HIS HAPPIEST MOMENTS. MESSAGES, WELL WISHES, THOUGHTS AND </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">PRAYERS CAN ALSO BE POSTED. I DIDN'T KNOW LUKE BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">KNOW SOMEONE PERSONALLY TO BE AFFECTED BY THIER LIFE OR THIER STORY.</span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">HIS DEATH IS JUST A REMINDER THAT WE MUST EMBRACE LIFE, HAVE FUN </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">EVERYDAY AND MAKE YOUR MOMENTS MATTER AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">LAUGH, SMILE, PLAY, BE ADVENTUROUS, TAKE RISKS, HUG SOMEONE, TELL </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">SOMEONE WHAT YOU REALLY FEEL, LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST...........</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE YOUR THOUGHTS AND/OR PRAYERS TO THE FAMILY </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">AND LOVED ONES OF LUKE- visit </span></strong><a href="http://www.lukeliveson.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">www.lukeliveson.com</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"> AND LEAVE YOUR FOOTPRINTS.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">THANK YOU!
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<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-31842187264190056742008-07-19T18:14:00.000-07:002008-07-19T18:23:52.676-07:00UNTITLED<div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>You see....</strong>
<strong>I'm in a situation</strong>
<strong>And crazy as it seems</strong>
<strong>And hard as I try </strong>
<strong>I can't walk away </strong>
<strong>I simply can't walk away</strong>
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<strong>Call it guilt</strong>
<strong>Call it a matter of convenience</strong>
<strong>Call it and me what you will</strong>
<strong>But I just can't walk away</strong>
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<strong>For you see</strong>
<strong>There is someone with whom I share my bed</strong>
<strong>But not my heart</strong>
<strong>Don't get it twisted....he loves me</strong>
<strong>And I love him</strong>
<strong>In my own way</strong>
<strong>Which is not the way he wishes to be</strong>
<strong>But his wishes seem pure fantasy to me</strong>
<strong>A dream that will never play into reality</strong>
<strong>At least not for me</strong>
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<strong>How do you lay with one you don't love</strong>
<strong>Knowing that what you'd love is to be anywhere </strong>
<strong>Somewhere....just not here</strong>
<strong>How do you pretend to love</strong>
<strong>Knowing that it is a lie </strong>
<strong>Not the way love should feel</strong>
<strong>Deep and passionate....spiritual and strong</strong>
<strong>Not forced and mechanical where it all seems so wrong</strong>
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<strong>ECHOES...ECHOES....echoes of emptiness</strong>
<strong>Inside a hollow heart...tearing apart</strong>
<strong>At the seams of shallowness</strong>
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<strong>When will this all end</strong>
<strong>As I wonder how it all began?</strong>
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<strong>TOWANNA H. WILLIAMS </strong>
</span></div><strong></strong>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-78274518541968671362008-06-27T21:29:00.000-07:002008-06-27T21:34:40.657-07:00FUNNY<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>IT'S FUNNY....HOW I DON'T CARE LIKE I USED TO </strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>YOUR TIRED WAYS DONT MAKE ME SICK AND TIRED ANYMORE </strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>I'VE COME TO REALIZE YOUR TRIFLIN' NATURE </strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>IS SO OPPOSITE TO HUMAN NATURE</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>THAT IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME ANYMORE</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>FUNNY....THAT'S WHAT IT IS- FUNNY TO ME</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>THAT IT DOESN'T BOTHER YOU ONE BIT</strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>TO NEED ME WHEN YOU WANT AND WANT ME WHEN YOU NEED</strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>TOSS MY EMOTIONS ASIDE- LIKE A CASUALTY</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>SO FUNNY TO ME</strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong> THAT NOW MY LAUGHS</strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong> REPLACE THOSE TEARS</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>THE FEARS I HAD OF LETTING GO</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong> ARE SLOWLY SUBSIDING</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>ON YOU I NO LONGER DEPEND </strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong> NOW I DEPEND ON MY ABILITY</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>AND THIS NEWFOUND CLARITY</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong> WHICH ALLOWS ME TO LOOK INSIDE</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>AND FIND WHAT WAS MISSING ALL ALONG </strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong> </strong></span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong> AND THAT WAS ME</strong></span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>Towanna H. Williams</strong></span>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-26613765293531021712008-06-16T21:50:00.001-07:002008-12-09T20:51:25.533-08:00DADDY DEAREST<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48bLdTHF-1SZu_WYqHN_QathAgd26dfFQ5wGdn1WJsFow8GMBkfElExVVynmSiQsxvKX8UNcsMR8QTDRhlw6yH6Oqxe52xWfymzDqmtCmdNb5mCkOrUk7E2qZB9rylkpfVGEaq8wux74r/s1600-h/happy+fathers+day.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212708367816145506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48bLdTHF-1SZu_WYqHN_QathAgd26dfFQ5wGdn1WJsFow8GMBkfElExVVynmSiQsxvKX8UNcsMR8QTDRhlw6yH6Oqxe52xWfymzDqmtCmdNb5mCkOrUk7E2qZB9rylkpfVGEaq8wux74r/s200/happy+fathers+day.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">
</span><div><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;">OPEN LETTER TO MY FATHER</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">DADDY DEAREST.....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Today they say let's not forget about the fathers....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Well father dear</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">What about the children you forgot</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"> Myself, Junior, Kim, Tony and now Erica</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"> Born to different mothers but joined by the same seed....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">What about all the forgotten birthdays, dance recitals, football games, plays, musicals, broken arms, chicken pox, graduations, hopes, dreams...what about it?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">What about when I had to search for you at the age of sixteen because all of the years previous you didn't bother to look for me? Only to find you and realize you were everything I had hoped for or so I thought. You became my hero....my prince...my knight in shining armor. For two years you lived up to my fantasy as long as I played the "game" by your rules. You made up for all lost time. But as soon as I decided to venture out on my own.....as soon as you felt I was "leaving and abandoning you"- how ironic.....you went back to who you really were all along.....you went back to hiding behind your wall of defense- that way no one will ever be able to touch you.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">You think you've got it all figured out don't you? If you stay behind that wall....no one can touch you....but now you've locked us all out....what a shame........you're missing out on life....our lives....your granddaughter's life...Jasmine's a beautiful girl....one you'd be proud of....it's heart breaking to know that you won't allow yourself to be a part of her life before she has to leave for Iraq.....it could be the last time you see her.....but you make the choice...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Stay behind the wall.....I've done all the reaching I can...a lifetime's worth....I refuse to allow you to continue to break my heart....so now I've made a choice...and that choice is me....I'm building a wall....and I wonder if you should come out of hiding one day....and find my wall....if you knock will it be loud enough for me to hear....</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Though absent in the physical...you are ever present in my mental...daddy dearest...I will forever love you.</span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong> </div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-3427563084212296822008-06-07T07:18:00.000-07:002008-06-07T07:23:31.014-07:00FAVORITE SONG OF THE MOMENT?<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVctaDmwhJQ&hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVctaDmwhJQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p><strong>TODAYS BLOG WAS INSPIRED BY A FRIEND ON MY SPACE WHO CREATES SOME OF THE MOST FUNNIEST, THOUGHT PROVOKING AND SEXIEST BLOGS AROUND....</strong></p><p><strong>I THOUGHT THIS WAS PRETTY COOL SO I WANTED TO KEEP THIS GOING. </strong></p><p><strong>WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SONG OF THE MOMENT?</strong></p><p><strong>FEEL FREE TO INCLUDE A COPY/LINK OF THE SONG OR NOT- BUT TELL WHY IT'S YOUR FAVORITE. YOU DON'T HAVE TO BUT IT'D BE INTERESTING TO HEAR WHY. </strong></p><p><strong>MY CURRENT FAVORITE IS "CHASING PAVEMENTS" BY ADELE.</strong></p><p><strong>IN THE SONG SHE'S REFERENCING A MAN BUT I LIKEN THE LYRICS TO WHY IT IS I MOVED TO L.A. AND WHY IT IS I CONTINUE TO STAY.......</strong></p><p><strong>Should I give up or should I keep chasing pavements </strong></p><p><strong>Even if it leads nowhere</strong></p><p><strong>Or would it be a waste</strong></p><p><strong>Even if I know my place</strong></p><p><strong>Should I leave it there</strong></p><p><strong>Should i give up or should I keep chasing pavements</strong></p><p><strong>Even if it leads nowhere</strong></p><p><strong>WOW! How many times in life have we posed this question to ourselves....chasing a man, a woman, a dream, an opportunity.....hmmmmm</strong></p>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-26827687191340950072008-06-05T21:26:00.000-07:002008-12-09T20:51:25.852-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho71p6U6ECxY4a6HW7sM1a_NpEBHyszP-jdhAWg7MS8wbXXpxe6LNoTTPnqk0_kfzzmO7ZRir8wgOU3WeMtrgHHMmQBPXgYW-ZbeXNmeYlcZLU21d8fQM1FKSJVTe0h6fsOk-oaoiTP5nd/s1600-h/champions.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208620737860502866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho71p6U6ECxY4a6HW7sM1a_NpEBHyszP-jdhAWg7MS8wbXXpxe6LNoTTPnqk0_kfzzmO7ZRir8wgOU3WeMtrgHHMmQBPXgYW-ZbeXNmeYlcZLU21d8fQM1FKSJVTe0h6fsOk-oaoiTP5nd/s200/champions.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#993399;">
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<strong><span style="color:#993399;">WELL THE LAKERS LOST.....
And by the way they played tonight they deserved it.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Now those in my circle know that I'm notorious for being a big sh** talker- when it comes 2 playing around, telling jokes, playing video & board games- notorious! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">But at the end of the day- one thing that I am NOT is a hater! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">CREDIT GIVEN WHERE CREDIT IS DUE.....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">And tonight the Celtics played a really good game.Defense was tight- Garnett hustled- Pierce did his thing- overall they repped Beantown proud in Game 1.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">They did their best to contain Kobe as much as they could- sometimes it worked- at times it didn't. The best moment for me was in the 3rd quarter when Kobe was trying to drive the ball down the line and Celtics had him pinned in- he twisted & turned his body out of that only 2 hand the ball off 2 another player right under the basket who sunk it in- right in their face! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">That was sweet but didn't last- we needed more moments like that.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">I know we're known to be a second half team but we didn't bring it at all.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">We were sloppy....all the turnovers and fouls.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Celtics still have home court advantage w/Game 2.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">So boys I suggest you use the next 2 days wisely -study your tapes.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Stay out of the night clubs- step away from the groupie coochie- the wifey coochie- all of that! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS MAN....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">This is what you've played hard all season for- this moment right now.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">So act like it! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Kobe- show them not why you were NAMED MVP- but why you EARNED MVP.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;">LET'S DO THIS LAKERS LIKE WE KNOW YOU CAN! DANG IT! LOL </span></strong></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-80449967086879420242008-06-02T22:41:00.000-07:002008-12-09T20:51:25.936-08:00SEX AND THE CITY REVIEW<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODMqtrj5Qb2AbMOSLnngYl_42SmS0HIYnfFeLaZIKiuLq1haQCZZ4uzSgi7AzezrvL4p-m-30MbD8jJkBi8LOjWn8mYwBEfFx-aCXIwAAAKCM8wniSKtQona_3z8aDj05U9it00V17vqn/s1600-h/sex-and-city-ladies.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207526890787041874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODMqtrj5Qb2AbMOSLnngYl_42SmS0HIYnfFeLaZIKiuLq1haQCZZ4uzSgi7AzezrvL4p-m-30MbD8jJkBi8LOjWn8mYwBEfFx-aCXIwAAAKCM8wniSKtQona_3z8aDj05U9it00V17vqn/s200/sex-and-city-ladies.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#000099;">
</span></strong><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">So Friday, May 29th, 2008 was the official premiere date of the long awaited Sex and The City movie. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I, along with countless other women and men (not so straight men I might mention) eagerly waited with anticipation for over an hour for the theatre doors to open so that I could once again be reunited with my four favorite gal pals- Miranda, Charlotte, Samantha and the ever fabulous Manolo Blahnik loving, fashionista herself Miss Carrie Bradshaw! (in a sweet Michael Jackson falsetto- hear me say- HEE HEEEEE) insert giggle.... ;-)</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Let me tell you honey.....the movie did not disappoint and was well worth the money spent! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Now granted I was broke at the time and the BFF had to spring for my ticket...but hell if I had to shell out the cash for my own ticket - I would not have minded at all. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Did I absolutely L-L-L-ove the movie? No. But I didn't absolutely hate it either. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I really liked it- I enjoyed it. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Overall it had it's moments and as someone who followed the series from season one.....it picked up right where the series ended not skipping a beat. You felt like you knew exactly what had happened with each character since we last saw them and where they were now in their own individual lives. It was funny- it had it's Kleenex moments-there were moments when BFF and I linked arms & looked at one another and said "I could see you doing that for me"- aahhh....the moments.... it was relatable. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And that has always been the appeal of the show to women across the country. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The premise is one we can relate to- a group of friends.....30 somethings living in the city (NYC being the city in this particular story)- all looking for love....we follow their quest for love- the dynamic of their friendship-thier lives- the ups and downs-the heartaches-the makeups and breakups-the sex-the laughter and sorrow-Every woman can relate to at least one character in this series/movie.....or you can find a little bit of each character within yourself. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">As much as I've always wanted to be sexy, smart, single freelance writer Carrie (with the fetish for shoes)- I know that I'm really Samantha (the older of the group- the cougar if you will) with a little bit of Miranda thrown in there.... My BFF is definitely Carrie (although her fetish is handbags)- but she's definitely 1/2 Charlotte though she won't admit it. See-relatable. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">It was really cool to see how many girls dressed up for the show- emails were sent out months in advance about all the "Sex and the City" parties....dinner, drinks and then the movie so it made sense that many women were going to be all dolled up like one of thier favorite characters in the movie or simply like a smart, sexy single gal living in the big city. I guess I'm just getting too old- my girls and I knew that it was going to be too cold in the theatre to wear a cute little black dress & stilettos and there was no point in getting dressed up as the only men attending the premiere would not be straight and if they were- they were there either for brownie points or "booty points"....LOL But it was entertaining to see all the girls who got dressed for the occassion. Us cougars were cozy in our jeans, tennies and cute tops. Even cuter than all the "BFF'S" standing in line together were all the "BMF's" (best male friends) or the single girls with thier single gay friend...... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">All in all- it was great to see it with a crowd who loved the show as much as we did. To have everyone loudly applauding the screen as the theme music began to play. I must say if you've never seen one episode of the show and simply want to go see the movie to find out what the hoopla is about- then DON'T.... you'd be more LOST than being deserted on the island. 80) </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I'd suggest (if you've got Netflix)- starting from Season 1 and work your way up before hitting the movie theatre. If you can't afford Netflix- it still comes on late night (midnight on KTLA- Channel 5) weeknight in L.A. and 1 am on Sat- same network/channel...... if you're interested.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">So for me- TWO THUMBS UP- brush off your pink Carrie tutu- and your matching Manolos or your Steve Madden knock off's...... (pack some snacks)- if you're trying to save some $$$ and grab your BFF and make it a Saturday afternoon you won't forget. Trust me- you'll be glad you did! It'll be BIG! (WINK if u know what I mean)</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-11924136760578105562008-05-20T20:11:00.000-07:002008-12-09T20:51:26.070-08:00AIDS: I GAVE IT TO HER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2f-tljBMmP_d61hhwo10rxAZ_fBd17wSb9jO68d7jN_sdr0bTxJBsjdJ52qjZ9haeN6o113A7Z_Z87BGiMn8GDzHJe2OQGAsAaFl-MBv8H35tyRj6yi4ZS8XiNiDlvhtB0btiUJsNI9o/s1600-h/aids_front_big.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202664276340698386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2f-tljBMmP_d61hhwo10rxAZ_fBd17wSb9jO68d7jN_sdr0bTxJBsjdJ52qjZ9haeN6o113A7Z_Z87BGiMn8GDzHJe2OQGAsAaFl-MBv8H35tyRj6yi4ZS8XiNiDlvhtB0btiUJsNI9o/s200/aids_front_big.gif" border="0" /></a>
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NO NEED FOR A SOAP BOX....IT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF.
WE'VE ALL HAD UNPROTECTED SEX AND MANY OF US CONTINUE TO DO SO.
LOVE YOURSELF ENOUGH TO KNOW.
WRAP IT UP! GET TESTED. </strong></strong>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-64394229801104043572008-05-18T00:09:00.000-07:002008-05-18T10:03:28.081-07:00A LOVE LIKE THIS<strong><span style="color:#330033;"><div align="center">
<span style="font-family:verdana;">Never before have I known </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center">
A love quite like this </div><div align="center">
Existing only in the dimensions of my mind </div><div align="center">
These are the things that dreams are made of </div><div align="center">
Only in fairytales and in my fantasies </div><div align="center">
Because in my reality </div><div align="center">
Love has been many things </div><div align="center">
Jealous, abusive, controlling, unfaithful and unkind </div><div align="center">
Many I've loved in different ways </div><div align="center">
But never have I loved any man </div><div align="center">
The way that I love you </div><div align="center">
Yearning to take me places I've never been before </div><div align="center">
You are my shelter, my support </div><div align="center">
and my best friend </div><div align="center">
And have loved me through every condition </div><div align="center">
Thoughts of you flow endlessly throughout my bloodstream </div><div align="center">
Trickling through my veins </div><div align="center">
When I inhale literally I taste you </div><div align="center">
And I can't imagine living my life without you in it </div><div align="center">
You are forever in my system </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-64629883383570002612008-05-13T06:34:00.001-07:002008-05-13T06:39:52.009-07:00UNTITLED<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">LOVE</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">what is it about this intense emotion</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">that becomes to difficult to restrain</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to hold back </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">passion bursting at the seams of a lonely soul</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">yearning for someone's touch </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to fill this void within</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">emptiness-</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">compelling us to search the faces of others </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">for a hint, a connection on some level </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">this intense emotion-love </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">leading us to believe that somehow </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">by the touch of a hand, the soft whisper of one's voice</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">the gaze from one's eyes</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">somehow we are provided a glimpse of what "could be"</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">happiness-for just one brief moment in time </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">that perhaps, just perhaps-this strangers very presence</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">holds the key </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to unlock this pandora's box </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">unleashing all the pain, mistrust and hurt that stirs inside</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">and just perhaps-by their very presence</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">instead fill this box with all the affectionate devotion</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">we so truly long for </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">so passionate with the desire to be consumed</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">by this intense emotion</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">we are driven to the threshold of unbearable anguish </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">constantly seeking someone else's approval </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">as if by their very words, like magic</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">instantly we become whole! </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Towanna H. Williams </span></strong></p>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-34207040528647391952008-05-11T09:38:00.000-07:002008-05-11T09:39:18.191-07:00HAPPY MOTHERS DAY<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSu3jCnClaI&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSu3jCnClaI&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-53443508873724502522008-05-07T19:09:00.000-07:002008-12-09T20:51:26.437-08:00THE PRICE OF SUGAR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20l6qlmgJWUspqahVYedoq9x5w5Os39JY87zrDYTR8SFX9E6ydJWHJtTenP5Xpw68adts4FOWq-f29rhEuePYpTejA7hG1T4rT-V1cgati2PFhenAfQuPxweuWDyL_l9-ig3y433HIXJ9/s1600-h/price-of-sugar.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197824052919353106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20l6qlmgJWUspqahVYedoq9x5w5Os39JY87zrDYTR8SFX9E6ydJWHJtTenP5Xpw68adts4FOWq-f29rhEuePYpTejA7hG1T4rT-V1cgati2PFhenAfQuPxweuWDyL_l9-ig3y433HIXJ9/s200/price-of-sugar.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>
</strong></span><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>I apologize because it's been some time since I've last posted to the site. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>My intention was to write as much as I could but lately my health has been sidelining me but I'm back! </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Thanks to the homie "My Brutha Brub" from MySpace for putting me up on this film and for always keeping my eyes open and making me aware of other issues in the world. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>THE MOVIE:</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>On the island of the Dominican Republic, tourists flock to pristine beaches unaware that a few miles away thousands of dispossessed Haitians have toiled under armed-guard on plantations harvesting sugarcane, most of which ends up in U.S. kitchens. They work grueling hours and frequently lack decent housing, clean water, electricity, education or healthcare. "The Price of Sugar" follows Father Christopher Hartley, a charismatic Spanish priest, as he organizes some of this hemisphere's poorest people, challenging powerful interests profiting from their work. This film raises key questions about where the products we consume originate and at what human cost they are produced. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>I was just watching DARFUR DIARIES this morning.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>We're really fortunate to be living in this country- and after watching some of these films/documentaries..it makes me have a new appreciation for all the little things.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>So next time you're standing in line at Coffee Bean complaining about the price hike on your favorite latte- think about the countless girls & women being raped in Darfur- or the many Haitians who are basically being slaved out to harvest sugar (that we put in our coffee drinks) in the Dominican Republic.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Just food 4 thought y'all.check the trailer at:</strong></span><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>http://www</strong></span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>.thepriceofsugar.com or </strong></span><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/thepriceofsugar">http://www</strong></span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>.myspace.com/thepriceofsugar</a></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div></div><div>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">Today's blog is a little different than the usual. Normally I blog about random topics in order to spark some dialogue amongst the masses. But today I want to give thanks.....thanks to the Lord for waking me up today and thanks to my friends for being there for me. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">Most mornings when I wake up I do thank God for waking me up- but too often we take the simple things for granted. Simple things like waking up in the morning. We take for granted that when we lay down to sleep at night- we'll be waking up tomorrow and that's not always so.
So when we thank God for another day- don't just say it.....mean it! Mean it by appreciating all the simple things in life....appreciating those in your life.....and by making each moment in your life matter cause you can't get it back. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">This awareness came after a frightening experience this past Thursday night. I was at a company sponsored event with some co-workers. Towards the end of the night, I happened to notice that my very flat, comfy shoes were feeling a little snug. (just my right foot) As I looked down I noticed my right foot swollen...I slipped off my shoe to find my entire right foot swollen as if I had eaten a box of salt. I elevated it for the remainder of the night. About an hour and a half later, I began to notice a tingling sensation in my right hand but brushed it off. As we began to leave the event I realized that the tingling was nothing to ignore. I took my jacket off to notice that now my right hand was now swollen. My co-workers looked at me and guessed that I had an allergic reaction to something I may have eaten that night although I have no known food allergies. They suggested I go to the emergency room. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">At this point I had no reason to worry- I wrote it off as they suggested ( an allergic reaction). About five minutes into the drive to the hospital the tingling sensation began to slowly creep up the entire right side of my body......pins and needles, numbness, everything was cold...... Right then I knew something was not right. I looked over at my co-worker and told her to find the closest hospital instead of the one we were headed to because the sensation was rapidly increasing and I knew that whatever was happening to me was not going to wait for me to get to the hospital of my choice. The sensation was now creeping up my shoulder and rested at the base of my neck......I felt it in the back of my head and the right side of my face. I began to panic - in this moment I felt like I might die because I had no idea what was taking over my body. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">I began to cry and talk to God. As much as I talk about living life fearless (not being afraid of pursuing your dreams or trying new things)- in this moment I was afraid. Afraid of the unknown.....I began to reflect on anything that I might have done that was not pleasing to God and asking forgiveness for my sins. I began to think of the book that's not written yet.....all of these great ideas (my website, talk show, etc) that I had yet to make happen.........and I cried. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">We pulled up curbside to the emergency room at the Santa Monica UCLA medical center. The security guard let us know that we were in the wrong section of the hospital but as he took a look at my crying face, he rushed over with a wheel chair for me instructing me to breathe slowly and deeply because I was going into shock. He kept repeating to me "You are in control. You are in control." I began to speak "God is in control". </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">During the admissions process, my body began to shake uncontrollably. My best friend held my hand and continued to tell me that I could control this. Mind over matter. I dug deep to will my body still...it helped. As I was placed in a temporary room- the nurse began to cover my body in a multitude of warm blankets and after ten minutes the entire swelling on the right side of my body subsided. The tingling sensation dissipated- just like that as if it never happened. Shortly thereafter (about 15 mins)- it returned in my hand only.</span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">After being given fluids, having blood drawn, an ekg and cat scan given the doctor found nothing unusual other than my blood pressure being extremely high (borderline hypertension stage)- but that could be written off to the shock I was in. He instructed me to follow up with my doctor the next day, suggested getting an MRI done on my brain and follow up with a neurologist. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">My co-workers (Megan, Marie, Monet & Amy) stayed with me throughout the process and I am grateful because I know we were all tired & had to get up for work in a few hours.
I went home with my best friend in tow to keep an eye on me should anything happen. We finally laid down at 4 am only to get right back up at 7. Whatever sensation I had a few hours ago was completely gone. I got in contact with my doctor who was completely booked but he did take the time to talk to me. Off the top of his head- he was completely baffled but suggest I keep a journal of all the foods I've eaten this past week as well as log down any symptoms I had & continue to have. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">Yesterday the tingling sensation returned in my right hand, forearm and base of my neck. I've been having minor spasms in the back of my neck (tightness in my neck and a little light headeness).....I can't self diagnose but have been writing down all the possibilities to give my doctor the chance to examine every angle. My girlfriend's dad is a doctor and said he believes I may have had a minor stroke, a co-worker suggested shingles....all of the symptoms are similar however I am not claiming anything that DOES NOT belong to this body. So for now I'm going to keep a journal of my symptoms to take with me to my doctors visit. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">I chose to share this info with you guys for a few reasons. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">1- to let you know I appreciate each and every one of you. My family, my friends, ....your comments, your encouragement and support- it all means so much to me. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">2- to ask for your prayers for healing over my body. I have faith in God and am a believer that he is a healer. But I also know that prayer is powerful and there is power in numbers. If there are any prayer requests that you may have....leave me a message. Let's pray for one another. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">3- some of you may have (or know someone who has) experienced these symptoms...maybe you can shed some light for me as I am no doctor but I want to be armed with as much knowledge as I can when I do see my doctor. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">Lastly- this eye opening experience just makes me appreciate waking up in the morning. Though they are words that I "say"- these are now words that I "mean". I promise to keep you updated on my situation. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#000099;">I love u all! So remember begin to live your life fearless! Don't stay in fear- don't be afraid of trying or doing something new....whatever that is.....a new dish, traveling......writing that book you've always talked about, going outside of the norm, not being held back- life life full.......</span></strong>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375012435318553484.post-48778388091492020472008-04-17T12:28:00.000-07:002008-04-17T12:29:51.738-07:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">School 1960 vs. School 2007 </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Scenario:
Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.1960 Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up mates.2007 Police are called, SWAT team arrives and arrests Johnny and Mark. Mobiles with video of fight confiscated as evidence. They are charged with assault, AVOs are taken out and both are suspended even though Johnny started it. Diversionary conferences and parent meetings conducted. Video shown on 6 internet sites. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Scenario: </span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Jeffrey won't sit still in class, disrupts other students.1960 Jeffrey is sent to the principal's office and given a good paddling. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.2007 Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. Counselled to death. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra funding because Jeffrey has a disability. Drops out of school. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Scenario: </span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.1960 Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.2007 Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. Psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mum has an affair with the psychologist. Psychologist gets a promotion. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Scenario: </span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mark, a college student, brings cigarettes to school1960 Mark shares a smoke with the school principal out on the smoking area.2007 Police are called and Mark is expelled from School for drug possession. His car is searched for drugs and weapons. Scenario: Vinh fails high school English.1960 Vinh goes to Remedial English, passes and goes to college.2007 Vinh's cause is taken up by local human rights group. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that making English a requirement for graduation is racist. Civil Liberties Association files class action lawsuit against state school system and his English teacher. English is banned from core curriculum. Vinh is given his Y10 anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers, puts them in a model plane paint bottle and blows up an anthill.1960 Ants die.2007 Security and ASIO are called and Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. Teams investigate parents, siblings are removed from the home, computers are confiscated, and Johnny's dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again. Scenario: Johnny falls during recess and scrapes his knee. His teacher, Mary, finds him crying, and gives him a hug to comfort him.1960 Johnny soon feels better and goes back to playing.2007 Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces three years in prison. Johnny undergoes five years of therapy. Becomes gay.</span></strong>mz.t*http://www.blogger.com/profile/13365076789861286368noreply@blogger.com1