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You're an adult and you meet someone really great...awesome even. For whatever reason (recent breakup, etc.) they are not ready for a committed relationship and tell you this right off the bat. You have a really great time together but you realize they are being honest with you.
Okay guys...so I changed the original recipe and tried it out for size this week. My changes are in red and I have to say they are oh-so-delicious! Try them the first way first...and if you're like me and like a meatier, firmer meatball...try them with my changes. I've decided that I'm going to KEEP these in the freezer because they are so good for quick and easy meals! The Robinator has figured out all kinds of ways to use them when I'm not home. Yes...of COURSE...they are all man versions / portions of what I tell him he can / should eat. *sigh*
Makes 35 meatballs
2 slices whole-GRAIN sandwich bread
1/4 cup whole milk
2 pounds ground turkey, 93 percent lean, dark meat
"It's like that Donell Jones song, I'd rather leave than to cheat. When you love someone you just don't treat them bad even if you're not ready to settle down yet. Even if it breaks their heart it's best to go on about your business and do what you want instead of holding on to them. When you're ready...just go back and see if they are ready."
A lot of people don't think they have good taste or that they aren't good at decorating. To that I say...fooey.
Cuz you should know what you like.
Say for instance you're thumbing through a magazine and you see something pleasing to your eye. If it made you stop...that's most likely your steelo. So this is what you do. You cut the page out of the magazine and you start keeping pictures like that in a folder. Do this for about a month. Don't go looking at them again until then. Clip what you like...and stick it in the folder.
After a month, pull the folder out and look at the similarities in the pics that caught your eye. Is the furniture dark wood or light wood? What were the types of colors you found yourself drawn to? What is the common denominator in those pics?
Now think about the elements from those pictures that you could REALISTICALLY incorporate into your home. And then...DO IT!
Two of my favorite places for inspiration are www.HGTV.com (search the designer's portfolio) and www.calicocorners.com (their designers are off the CHARTS!). Go to those sites and pick what you like...and then...use the ideas of EXPENSIVE TO HIRE DESIGNERS to recreate your own space within your budget.
Okay? PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME TASE YOU. (I miss BC...*sigh*)
Okay...so...erra...someone asked me to pose a question to yall and I'm going to ask it as "clean" as possible and would like you to respond in the same manner.
Thank you in advance for not making me ban you.
If your significant other wanted to explore different...um...sans ropas...METHODS...(that's a good word right?) and you weren't on board with the exploration...what do you do?
SIP: Hell...lemme break it down for yall...all this tipping is IRKING me. Old boy wants to get freaky but the type of freaky ain't yo steelo. What do you do? Stick your head in the sand and ack like he ain't ask?
Don't tell nobody but I've only watched three State of the Unions by Bush. Why? Because I can't stand the sound of his voice and his cadence. Because of this I wait until it's over and read the transcript. It helps me absorb better because I'm not sitting there thinking about what he SOUNDS like.
Remember...this is un secreto.
Are you guys going to watch the debate tonight? Are you tired yet?
How do you decide whether or not to try and get your child to do something that might be good for their development that they might not want to do? Example...what if you wanted him/her to get active in sports for health and exercise reasons but they showed absolutely no interest? Can you MAKE them?
A couple of months ago I was involved in a car accident. The whole thing was pure comedy. I barely tapped a woman in bumper to bumper traffic. There was not a SCRATCH on her BIG AZZ SUV and yet... she had to be taken away in an ambulance.
Yes. You read correctly.
The police and I were laughing at her performance because ya girl woulda shut down the Academy Awards. Severe-i-ously.
I learned something about my truck that day that I didn't know. Turns out that any front end collision flips some safety something and shuts it down until it is reset. I mean hey...I guess it's better to be safe than sorry you know? But on this night...I was NOT pleased.
So I had to get my truck towed to our mechanic. The police were really cool and waited with me after I shared with them my fear of fake cops and dark roads. Naw...if I was really serious I'd say they waited because we were having some really good conversation and laughing our butts off on side of the road.
Then the tow truck arrived.
Yall remember the movie "Deliverance?" Well the guy who was driving the truck looked like a cast member cept for one thing. He was Black.
Old boy had one right top toof and one bottom left toof and it made him no nevermind. He was smiling and cheesing something proper.
It was a warm night so the windows were down in his truck. I called Robby so he could head out to meet us. I got in with my head half sticking out the window because of the cigarette smell and he got in and pulled out his cigarettes.
Me: If you're going to need to smoke while you drive me, we're going to have to take my truck off so I can call someone else.
Him: Oh..you're one of THOSE.
Me: Sorry...but yes.
We got off on the wrong foot. LOL!
So after about 5 minutes of silence he started talking again and yall...the conversation was one that I will never, EVER forget. I couldn't believe he was actually saying some of the things he was saying! I needed a witness and the only person I could trust not bust me out was...drumroll please...SISSSSSSYYYYYYY!!!!!!
So I call Sissy while old boy was talking. I whispered listen and put the phone on speakerphone. Old boy talked. And talked. And talked.
I listened and said what I could. Did a lot of nodding and unh huh's-oh really's. Sissy, on the other hand, had her phone on mute and was over at her home HOWLING! No...really...HOWLING! That's just how funny crazy it was. He spoke about smoking, family, child rearing, drinking, wives, ex-wives, the economy, relationships...women...yup...ALL OF EVERYTHING-NOTHING.
So we get to our destination and I wonder out loud where the overnight key drop was. The place was well lit. Old boy started taking off my truck.
And then...THEN...old boy finally got me to laugh (because all the while I was sitting in there stunned mind ya even though I was being UBER polite). He yelled at me across the noise of the truck. "You don't need the drop box! There the Bossman go right there!" Jerking his head toward Robby who was standing by the door.
Yall...I got weak shaking my head slowly back and forth. I paid ya boy...tipped him well...put my key in the drop box and got in the truck with the "Bossman." *sigh*
And yes...Sissy tries to work it into conversation every chance she gets. Why? She's evil.
What would you do if you suspected your VERY attentive and loving husband was having an affair with a co-worker (I'm confused as to if she works for HIS company or the company he's consulting for) when out of town to the city where he is working on a project? Would you feel like you were invading his privacy if you were to start snooping into his cellphone bills, etc. or would you think it's your right as a wife to do what you gotta do?
I passed by a Popeye's in D.C. around lunchtime today and watched the people who were coming out. Or rather...watched the BELLIES on the people coming out.
Now I enjoy my fair share of good eating...so don't take this post the wrong way.
(Shelly just told me that Benadryl makes her 19 month old son angry. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So she has to give him Triaminic. Lawd...I ain't neva hearda sucha thang! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Whew! Thanks...I needed a good laugh! Thanks Shelly Bean!
Shelly: I don't know what I'm going to do if he ever gets bit by something.
Me: I guess his lil azz just gon be mad. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (wiping tears)
Shelly: You betta leave my baby lone.)
Back to the post.
So this is what I think we need to do. Before we put anything in our mouths to eat, we should ask ourselves: Will this contribute to my being FAT or FABULOUS?
Simple right? Should be. I mean hell...your mouth is close to your brain. THINK before you eat that biscuit slathered with butter. THINK before you roll through that drive-thru. THINK. WILL THIS CONTRIBUTE TO MY BEING FAT OR FABULOUS?
The only people benefitting from our getting fatter and fatter is the pharmaceutical industry. We're so fat we're sick. We take medicine everyday to combat one thing and then have to start taking something everyday to combat the side effects from the first medicine. IT'S NEVER ENDING PEOPLE!
FAT or FABULOUS?
I read recently that being healthy and keeping your weight down is 70% about the food you eat and 30% about the amount of working out you do.
This is one of those inner lessons. I want all of us to think about it.
Do you ever think about the stuff you say or THINK about people when you're doing it? Do you ever think that you could be jealous of that person and actually hatin on them? I know we've all been hated ON...but do you ever think you're hatin too? I mean hey...all this hatin going on SOMEBODY'S gotta be doing it right? Why not us?
I'm not talking about obvious hatin...complete with neck rolling etc. I'm talking about the innocent comment here or the bad thought there or...the comment you make to your friend about someone that you both know and you don't think your friend will say anything so...it's okay.
Your boyfriend, fiance', husband or girlfriend, fiance', wife has a friend he/she's had for years prior to knowing you whom they used to date. Would you have a problem with that relationship continuing?
One of the greatest accomplishments I have made in life is by finally realizing just how FABULOUS I am. When I look at my life and all that has happened to me...it's staggering to know how far I've come. Because of this, it has become a quest of sorts in my life to show as many women as possible just how FABULOUS they are.
How do you do this? Now that's the question. I guess it's really very hard to explain because it's something internal and you just have to DO.
Start by having your own D-Day or personal baptism. You know how there are so many things in your life that you try not to think about? It could be things that have happened to you or things you've done to others or things you witnessed. Sit down somewhere and think about all of this stuff. Let all of the ugly from these circumstances wash over you and accept them. Cry if you need to. Feel guilty, allow every natural emotion to wash over you regarding the situation you're remembering. And then...get up.
I can't get someone off my brain tonight and it's pulling me down. Way, way down.
I know someone who was really digging this guy she's been dating and just found out that he got married earlier this month. She's devastated and I am too...for her.
I started thinking about the differences between she and I, our personalities, our past, our present.
I have been cheated on once...no...make that twice and both times the relationship was over immediately thereafter. I can't say that I wasn't devastated because I was. I can't say it didn't take me a while to get over the pain and I can't say that I wasn't confused about if I wanted to keep them in my life or not because I thought they were the one. I was in a REAL relationship with both of these guys and I was hurt REAL bad. Real bad. *sigh*
I'm listening to this young lady speak and I'm asking questions. Personal questions. Why? Because I'm confused. I want to know what's wrong that she keeps meeting and getting wrapped up in losers. Yes, I said it. Losers. Because that's what this guy is...a loser. A lying loser at that. Nothing worse. A skank.
What makes it possible for skanks to penetrate a seemingly intelligent, FABULOUS woman's defense shield? How in the WORLD is it possible they are able to even fix it so they can sit at the same table with FABULOUS beautiful women? Let alone...more. Humph.
This is what I don't get. And this is what has me so down. She deserves so much more and she's been getting her fair share of shit.
There has been quite the convo going on talking about internet pimps and I think the guys involved are getting a bum rap. As I'm listening to these stories I'm thinking to myself...hey...if I were a guy...would I do it? If presented with the opportunity to be NOTHING to women who wanna sling it at me based on my writing?
Probably. Until I was ready to get serious about thinking about marriage.
So let's break this down shall we because from what I'm understanding...it's very seldom the men make the first move. They write something interesting or make an interesting comment. They cross their t's and dot their i's. And then...they sit back and wait as women start searching around for his email addy and to send him an email.
You know...cuz they have SO MUCH IN COMMON.
It usually starts out with a disdain they APPEAR to share or with hail mary praise of something they said. You know...cuz the comments section was broke or something (note sarcasm here). Usually, the man in question knows the game and only a few checks and mates occur before a picture is finding it's way to his inbox. Most of the time the picture is worth a thousand words and is the best picture the woman feels she's ever taken in her LIFE! Some of these pictures are of women next to their BMW's or in their lovely homes or...yes...in their office so the prey in question knows she has a damn good job.
The ones without stuff rely on STUFF. The camera loves you be sexy for the camera the camera is your man pouty pouty toot toot give us a little cleavage stick out your butt now pout your lips raise your chin...SNAP! Okay that's it...now open that button...what just one more might as well take it off...might as well take that off too...no...keep your shoes on in fact...do you have any CLEAR HEELS PERFECT!
PANTIES ON THE STAGE.
So the picture has been swapped. What comes next? Shit talking about sans ropas. Tales of acrobatic feats that are usually restricted to the lesson plan in Stripper 101: "How to get noticed on the pole" taught by some woman named Charity or Bubbles.
All the while you're online in the comments flexing to be relevant. You're trying so hard to be the ANTITHESIS of that damn pic that yes...you ARE standing out...but not in the way you're hoping your intellectual capacity is coming across. You know...as BRILLIANT and WITTY. Groundbreaking in your cynicism and CRITICISM. Aligning yourself with his VIEWS. YOU'RE THE COMPLETE PACKAGE! You're smart and witty liberal in thoughts on sans ropas and have luggage...will travel! ROFL! Yes...even PASSPORT travel to further inspect the PACKAGE.
Unh huh...we SEE you.
Say bruh...don't be mad...just recognize that we recognize the game. I don't blame the pimps...I mean hell...if all I had to do was write something witty to get offers of shiny new purses for FREE...the name of this site would be "CreoleInDC's Magical Joke Box" or "A Joke A Day...Your Way!"
Pop your collar...game recognize game. Pimps up...hoes up. Pimps down...hoes down. The pimp knows what he's doing. TRUST. How? BECAUSE 18 OTHER WOMEN JUST SENT HIM A PIC SWINGING FROM THE CHANDELIER AS WELL!
Pull your head outcha azz. You stink.
The saddest part about this is the consensus seems to be that the majority of the women doing this have unfortunate features, are pretty overweight or have really messed up self esteem and that upsets me greatly because these women are placing themselves...YET AGAIN...in a position where she will come out on the other end as being USED...
Folks...do better. Please. If you don't wanna be a victim STOP being a victim. Have some damn dignity.