Rantings of a Creole Princess

Smithsonian Update: Small is OUT!

CHEERS CHEERS APPLAUSE APPLAUSE!

All is exactly as it should be. He was forced out without a severance package. I'm hoping that those who made the decision are all sleeping well tonight. This NEEDED to be done. Now...the Board of Regents need to be investigated for allowing this mess to continue on in this vein for so long. You mean NOBODY raised an eyebrow? http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/26/AR2007032600643.html

To Fur...or NOT To Fur...

Yall already know I have a few pieces of some serious HotNESS in my closet.  Just a few.  :)

Some of "the few" have fur.  Alright...I'll admit it...a bunch does. 

This weekend I wore one of my favorite casual chic pieces which is a fox lined jean jacket with french cuffs.  Yup...it's bad.  You gotta rock it just right ya know.  And I always pair it with all black and jazzy shoes and bag.  Nothing too overwhelming as the jacket speaks for itself.

I was in the restroom and this woman was standing there washing her hands.  I glanced at her politely.  She kept looking.  She had that rabid crazed look in her eye them people who chain themselves to trees usually have.  I'm not talking about environmentalists, of course, but the fanatics.  The PE.TA.'s of the world.  The ones who would get their rabbit azzes kicked if they step to the wrong woman.

Me = WRONG WOMAN.

So she kept looking with the water running (not very environmentally conscious I might add) and I kept washing my hands, drying them and put on lotion (they had the good stuff in the bathroom too...ROFL!) ALL THE WHILE WATCHING THIS HEFFA IN MY PERIPHERAL.

Then...I checked myself in the mirror, nodded in her direction, and left.

Now...I don't know about folks like that.  I've never really come up against any because I just don't engage crazy people in conversation.  I wondered at what my reaction would have been had she decided to start something, say something, sling something.  At this point, I'd only had one glass of wine so I was still pretty lucid...but I had on some serious heels, the floor was marble and, in PE.TA.people fashion, she was plain Jane in ballet slippers.  She mighta got the best of me given an initial surprise attack but I'm from the part of the country where ditches still reside and I have no trouble rising up outta a ditch to defend my damn coat.  Hell.

But...that said...it made me think and wonder.  In this day and age, when we are becoming more conscious of the limits on natural resources...am I really a bad person to continue to rock the fur?  And if I DON'T rock it to support "the cause" what do I do with it?  It's already dead.  They can't find the animal and replace it...so...wouldn't I be doing more harm than good in getting rid of them?  If I got rid of them...I'd have to replace them.  And hey...THAT'S NOT FOLLOWING THE CONCEPTS OF RECYCLING AT ALL!  RIGHT?  RIGHT?

It's so confus-ticating. 

What do you think?  To fur...or not to fur?  And no...none of your hookas can have any of mine either.

HE DID WHAT??????????????

MAN...somebody...ANYBODY...tell me what's wrong with people.  http://www.wusa9.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=56903&provider=top

HotNESS or HotMESS??? (SM): For the Men II

Jazzy Man Tip: When you are wearing a suit, you need to wear "nylons." For you...that means socks that go ABOVE your calves. Why? When you are sitting down...one should never...EVER see any skin above your socks. It's one of those things that proves how FINISHED your look really is.

Trust me on this one.

HotNESS or HotMESS?????

http://www.allenedmonds.com/aeonline/product_6456752_1_40000000001_-1?contractId=100&parent_category_rn=0&categoryId=109902&&imageType=1

*** For men...yes you CAN buy cheaper shoes but you shouldn't. Seriously. Women can get away with it because we have so many choices...you guys usually end up wearing the same two pair with your suits...a black pair and a brown pair. They should be GOOD shoes. Don't be half stepping. (No pun intended. :))

HotNESS or HotMESS??? (SM): For the Men

Before we do this HotNESS or HotMESS I want to point out that this is purely for fun and fashion inspiration. I check out the sites I do just to see what's available. Some things make me say HotNESS and some things HotMESS. I don't post super expensive stuff for anyone to buy and only provide the link as informational so you can get the full description. If you think I'm saying you should dash out and buy a $600 dress then you need to get checked out. Seriously.

The stuff that I think is HotNESS...I keep an eye out for it at the TJ Max's, Marshall's, and Loehman's of the world. I enjoy being jazzy...but I never pay full price for anything. (Well...HARDLY ever...:))

http://www.bluefly.com/pages/products/detail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=2045429147&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2266567&N=2266457+4294967161&Ne=500000&Ns=Popularity%7c0%7c%7cProduct%2bCode%7c1&Nu=Product+ID

Fighting Cellulite

This made me laugh! ROFL! http://www.areyouabeauty.com/50226711/fighting_cellulite_why_fight_it_anyways.php

Detox Anyone?

Anyone out there detox before or regularly?

I've been reading up on this and can honest say I've never done it, but cleaning out my liver and colon does seem to make a whole lot of sense.

I'm scared of the stuff like the Master Cleanse. It just seems to me like it would be really harsh on the system...so...if you've done that one, please tell me how it worked for you!

The one I've decided to do is a three day detox and isn't too much different from the way I eat so it shouldn't be too hard to do.

I got this one from "Body + Soul" magazine. Robby and I are going to start doing it next week. It was created by Dr. Cathy Wong, N.D. According to the article "you should gradually reduce your intake of sugar and artificial sweeteners, white flour, dairy, alcohol, salt, and caffeine while increasing your intake of fresh fruits and vegetables. Througout each day of the cleanse, aim to drink at least eight cups of water and do moderate exercise. Alleviate digestive stress by chewing your food thoroughly and stopping before you're full."

THREE-DAY CLEANSE

Upon waking: A cup of hot water with lemon; meditate for 10 minutes

Breakfast: Smoothie ( 1 cup berries, 1 cup rice or almond milk, 1 scoop protein powder) or 3/4 cup oatmeal and 1 cup berries; green or black tea with lemon

Snack: One small organic apple or pear and 10 unsalted raw almonds

Lunch: Three ounces organic chicken or turkey, or 1 cup legumes; 1/2 cup brown rice or quinoa; 1 cup boiled Swiss chard

Snack: Celery and carrot sticks with 2 tablespoons hummus

Dinner: 1 cup steamed beets over 3/4 cup brown rice; 1 cup boiled kale; and 1 cup green, black, or herbal tea with lemon

Before bed: 1 cup hot water with lemon

Yall wanna try this one with us? We're going to start next Monday, April 2, 2007. Are you up for it?

Elderly Wisdom

Them old folks don't be lying you know. The stuff they say...if you let enough time past...will all show itself to be true. Seriously.

My Grandmother can see a person for who they are right off the bat. If she starts smiling, she knows you're good people. If she's super polite, she knows you've got work to do. If she don't say NUTTIN...well...in her mind...AIN'T NUTTIN TO SAY and we'd better heed that and leave you the heck alone.

I love the simple way she puts things. She never was one to be all flowery with her words...she breaks it DOWN! And...she's a true believer in "Ugly inside...is ugly outside."

Can I admit something to you? I used to be ugly. Yup. Sho did. So ugly I'd duck mirrors and ish. Why? Because I was ugly inside. What is inside of you shows. It shows in your mannerisms, in what you say, in how you make people feel, in how you walk, in what you choose to wear, in the people you surround yourself with. UGLY SHOWS.

I don't like ugly people. I don't. I'm not going to apologize for it. I don't have to. They are so boggled down with negativity and spite and a general nasty azz attitude that it just makes it too hard to even TRY to deal with. So me...I just stay away and I'm known to...in no uncertain terms...tell them to stay away too.

Ugly people bring you down, they sneak into your aura and steal a bit of your joy. If only for a few minutes...they still stole from you.

YOU CAN BE RED CARPET BEAUTIFUL AND STILL BE UGLY!

I knew this chick once who was actually quite beautiful. She ended up getting caught up with this married man and the SECOND I found out and looked at her...she got ugly to me. Like FUGLY she was so ugly. Whever I saw her after that she looked like she had a cloud of misery following her. Just ewwwwwww. UGLY!

Have you ever known someone who grew "ugly" right before you eyes? Was it ever you? How did you get back to being your gawgeous self? Did you ever have the convo with an ugly person about how their attitude was affecting them? How did it go? Do you have someone currently you need to talk to about this?

Interesting.....

This has got to be the most different and interesting post I've read in a long azz time: http://www.bejata.com/archives/2007/03/the_search_for_community.php

Nobody'd better go over there and act like you don't have any manners either. That ish is simple. And you know who I'm talking to. Idjit.

Crazy AND Ugly

I just had the FUNNIEST convo!

Was discussing someone and the following came out of the convo:

There are a lot of reasons why some women don't currently have a man and a lot could be because of men. But HER particular reason is because she's crazy AND ugly. Crazy and pretty...you can get a man. Smart and ugly...yup...you can get a man. Crazy AND ugly....not a chance in hell.

I'M DEAD. DONE. TOO STOOPIT FOR WORDS.

"It's all kicks and giggles..." - 21

“David, wake up.” Mia shook David awake from where he’d fallen asleep in the living room chair as she passed him to get back to the sofa.

“Huh?” he sat up and ran his hand over his hair.

“You feel asleep. I thought you were all into these games?” she looked at him questioningly from the sofa where she’d been reading.

“Usually I am. But I don’t usually get a meal like that before watching.” He laughed.

“I can’t believe you don’t eat good meals all the time. I know I do.”

“Well, if I could cook like you I would too.” He looked at her. “So, who won the game?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve been reading some stuff for work.”

“You work a lot.”

“Says the kettle to the pot.” She laughed.

“Touché. But I’m not working now. I know when to relax and I have a feeling you don’t. You’re always ON.”

“Well, being a black woman trying to make partner requires hard work.”

“It would require hard work regardless of what color you are.”

“True…but moreso for a black woman. First, I’m black, second I’m a woman. In corporate America that’s a difficult combination to be.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He said.

“I’m sure you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re one of those white guys that thinks just because he doesn’t have a problem with black people you assume no one else does.”

“No, I disagree. I just don’t think it’s as big of an issue is all.”

“Well, I’m not about to sit here and have the great race debate with you. It’s too late for all that.”

“So are you saying it’s something we can’t discuss?”

“No I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that it’s too late for all that.”

“Can I stay the night?”

“What? Where did that come from?”

“I’m too tired to drive…so can I stay the night.”

“David, you know that’s not something you can do. Remember what happened the last time you stayed the night.”

“Hey, you can’t get blame a man for trying. I promise not to this time. I’ll go in my room and close the door and won’t see you again till morning. I’m just really tired.”

She looked at him and noted he WAS tired. Hell, for that matter, so was she.

“Fine David, you know where everything is.” She got up, kissed him on the cheek and looked at him. “Goodnight.”

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down in his lap and REALY kissed her. When he finished he looked into her eyes. “Goodnight.”

Shakily she stood up and walked to her room and locked the bedroom door. She sat on the chaise in the corner and was still there ten minutes later when JJ called. She let the call go to voicemail and then picked it up and listened to the message.

What are you doing Mia? She asked herself. What in the hell are you doing?

BACK HOME!

The best thing about going away for a quick trip is returning home! Whooooohoooooo!

So last night was awesome. Dinner was FANTABULOUS! I ate so much food I almost came home and got on that dang eliptical machine that I hate.

We met a FABULOUS couple and chit catted with them and yup...we drank a WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE! That's the beauty of having dinner where you're staying because you can order a bottle of wine instead of a glass. BUT...yall know me and two glasses of wine right. Yup....TIPSY TWO LEGS! When we got back to the room I immediately went to sleep. LOL! So did Robby! We so old acting. ROFL! Oh...here is our special dessert...cute huh?

This is what I woke to this morning...Robby on the balcony drinking coffee and reading the paper:

So, I've decided the Perry is DEFINITELY 5-star after much snooping around. Frette bed linens and towels, Molton Brown toiletries, door shoe shine service and an executive chef on staff with 24 hour room service...yup...sounds like 5-star to me!

Breakfast at the Perry Inn was also FABULOUS...LOVED the decor...this thing was so cool...I don't even know what you call it:

Here are pics of us just hanging out...note how beautiful the day is. Just BREATHTAKING!

Now...the HUGE thing for me is that...ROBBY TOOK ME SHOPPING! I know you don't understand how big this is...but it's HUGE! Robby doesn't shop. For ANYTHING. Only when we're buying him a new suit. That's ALL!

Well when we were on our way down...we passed one of those Prime Outlet places. Now...I'm not an outlet chick. Why? Well...I truly don't think they are a good deal. I think that they put out cheaper versions of the clothes out for people to feel like they are getting a deal...but I could be wrong. Basically my stand is that I can find better deals at TJ Max hands down. BUT...when ya girl sees an outlet with stores like BCBG, St. John, Calvin Klein, etc.....baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby...I know I wanna go. So I told Robby that I wouldn't mind going and he said YES! And I didn't argue...(I did look at him like I didn't recognize him...but I didn't say a word)...and he let me shop FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS AND DIDN'T CUSS NOT NARY ONE TIME! I know that was my true anniversary gift. LOL! Trust me...I know my guy.

All in all...we had a beautiful time. We really did.

When was the last time you and your significant other stole away? If it's been a while...why? I think all relationships need quick trips sometimes. If only just to remember what it feels like to be alone somewhere together and know you have to have each other's back. It reminds you why you love them and vice versa.

CreoleInDC LOVING LIFE!

The Inn at Perry Cabin

The Robinator done GOOD! LOL!

This is where we are: http://www.perrycabin.com/web/omic/omic_a1a_splash.jsp

THIS PLACE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FABULOUS! Me likey, me likey!

So...it took us about two hours to get here which was cool. That's about the longest road trip I can take without getting cranky. Always a good thing. LOL!

We were escorted to our room by a delightful gentleman who gave us a bit of a tour as well as the history of the inn and once he found out what room we were in he was really excited. LOL!

Him: You're going to LOVE your room! It's the only one with a water view AND a balcony!

(Robby and I looked at each other cuz when I say ya boy was excited...he was like giddy with joy! ROFL!)

He then pointed out the swans and told us that it means good luck. That made us smile!

After we settled in, we went down for high afternoon tea. Now yall KNOW ya girl is stoopit right? Remember that.

So we walk into this super delightful sitting room for tea. I was expecting the tea biscuits and scones to be buffet style. I noted the larger table with a lot of food on it and there were two people sitting a bit away from it. So I grabbed my plate and went over and picked up a DELIGHTFUL fruit tart, smiling and nodding and ish to the folks sitting by the table. They are looking at me like...WHADAHELL???? And then they start smiling.

Yall...the host comes over to quietly tell me that we get out own spread and that, indeed, I was taking food off the couple's tray. Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrruuuuuuuuu?????????

Now...anybody but me would have been MORTIFIED! What do I do? I HOWLED! I LAUGHED MY AZZ OFF! And then...I made friends with the people! I WAS ROLLING and had everyone else in the room laughing too. Whew...good times man...good times. Robby, on the other hand was shamed. He sitting there looking like...SHE DONE TOOK FOOD OFF THEM PEOPLE TRAY! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So after a good ten minutes of laughing, OUR TRAY appeared. And you can see WHY I got so anxious to start grubbing:

We ribbed back and forth with the couple I'd accosted and the FUNNIEST thing was this group of older ladies. When they walked out...one of them sidled over to me and said...we had a lot left over if you want some more. WE STARTED HOWLING AGAIN! She was funny as HELL! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Good times man...Good times.

Robby holding his teacup making fun of sticking out his pinky:

Robby: If you're 6'2" and over they should automatically give you a mug.
Me: You're right honey.
Robby: I think I'm going to have another cookie.
Me: That's a tea biscuit.
Robby: THIS (holding up a cookie)...is a sugar cookie no matter what fancy name you wanna call it.
Me: You're right. It's a sugar cookie.
Server: Are you enjoying your tea biscuit?
Me: (kicking Robby under the table) Yes...it's delightful. (Smile, smile, smile!)

We headed back to our room so Robby could watch the rest of the golf tournament and because it's still all gloomy looking and kinda chilly. I love water...but I love water when it's warm and there isn't a SERIOUS chill rolling in off the water. LOL!

The rooms decor is antiquey...Very quaint. Me likey.

We're just hanging out chilling right now till it's time to dress for dinner. This place is so cool...they will even pack a picnic for you! Robby says it was rated a 5-star. I don't know about that. I'd definitely give it a 4, but a 5 might be stretching it. I'll know more after dinner. Service thus far has been EXCELLENT and that always boosts up the rating in my opinion.

Right now...at this moment...I'd DEFINITELY recommend this spot for a cozy, FABULOUS, romanticated weekend. The town is quite charming if you want to go antiquing and such. I chose not to this time. Why? I don't like being outside when it's cold. No way...no how.

I'm a punk.

ME LUB ME HUBBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S. Imma try not to take any food off anyone's plate at dinner. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

P.S.S. We just learned that there is a helicopter service here. Yup...might be 5-star. ROFL!

CreoleInDC...LOVING LIFE!

"It's all kicks and giggles..." - 20

JJ couldn’t sleep. His gut was tearing him up. Gina was sleeping in his bed and he didn’t want to be near her. He didn’t want to touch her. He was disgusted with himself and with her. How could he have done that? He knew he should have followed his first mind and closed the door when he saw Gina. Shit.

He turned the television on and walked around and picked up Gina’s clothes. He put them, along with her purse in one of the chairs, sat down and put his head in his hands. He looked at the time. 11:45pm. He decided to call Mia. He figured he could tell her he’d worked out and then watched the games which is why he didn’t call her earlier. That wouldn’t be too far from the truth to where it could be believable.

He went to the kitchen and dialed Mia’s number and got her voicemail. “Hey baby, it’s me. I know you’re asleep, I went to the gym and when I got home I watched the basketball game. I just wanted to call and tell you I love you. I’m sorry how things have been lately and maybe tomorrow we can sit down and we’ll talk about everything you want to talk about. I’m sorry Mia. I miss you. I can’t imagine my life without you.” And then he hung up the phone and poured himself a glass of water.

Gina, who was standing at the top of the stairs listening to him, set her jaw, turned on her heel and went back to bed curled up in a fetal position.

Happy Anniversary to Us!

***NOTE: WHEN WE LEFT THIS VIDEO STILL HAD NOT PUBLISHED ON YOUTUBE SO HOPEFULLY BY THE TIME THE POST IS SCHEDULED TO APPEAR IT WILL BE. IF NOT...IT WILL SHOW UP AS SOON AS YOUTUBE PUBLISHES IT.

Well it's finally here. My anniversary and my mommy's birthday. A day that makes me smile softly in pain and rememberance one minute and then with complete joy the next.

I remember our wedding day fondly because it was exactly as we wanted it to be. Because of a few factors...we did it non-traditionally.

First...we wanted to get married on my mother's birthday and in 2005...that was on a Thursday. LOL! Not exactly a popular day to get married. Second...I'd always wanted to get married in Monterey, California and since Robby is a HUGE golfer...Pebble Beach became more than ideal for us. Because we love and respect our family and friends...we couldn't in good conscience invite folks under those circumstances since the rooms at The Inn at Spanish Bay cost more than a lil bit.

Even though we were getting married without guests...I still wanted to be a beautiful bride and I made sure I was princessed up for my big day. For the day I admitted to God that yes...He knew best and yes...I was humbled by the love He sent me.

Our wedding was at 2:00pm and the church was delightful and a block away from the ocean. The photographer was FABULOUS and we laughed and laughed and laughed with him.

Robby started crying first...and, even though I was worried about messing up my mascara where there were cameras around...lol...I started crying too. I always wondered why people cried at weddings because it's such a happy occassion. Now I know. The emotion behind bonding with someone you admire, respect and love...for LIFE...is just so overwhelming. So life altering.

When we returned home, the following weekend we hosted a wedding celebration for our family and friends. Our guests started arriving on Thursday and we enjoyed having a house full of people. On Friday night, most of our out of town guests came to our house for a light dinner. They'd arrived at their hotels to their welcome bags complete with maps of the city and Metro cards. It was no coincidence this event was taking place the weekend of the Cherry Blossom Festival as I wanted them to see DC at it's most beautiful. The weather that weekend was picture perfect.

On Saturday, as our guests enjoyed the Cherry Blossom Festival, I, my surrogate mom, and my oldest girlfriend from home, Lisa East, decorated Equinox Restaurant and I have to admit...everything was quite lovely. Our guests were treated to a formal dinner by Chef extraordinare, Todd Grey and were seranaded by a FABULOUS jazz trio.

We laughed and laughed and smiled and smiled surrounded by our loved ones.

On Sunday, a traditional Creole Wedding Brunch was served at our home and we can honestly say that as our family and friends were trickling out and heading to the airports...we were overwhelmed with spirit and how wonderful family makes you feel.

Life is good yall.

It's early morning and we're leaving in a few hours for an anniversary surprise. It's raining and gloomy but I can still see the sun shine. All I have to do is look into my guy's eyes and there is it...It's Spring.

I so ENJOY my husband. He's so perfect for me. Yup...even when he's eating all of the dang shortbread...there is none more perfect for me.

I thank God and the Universe for my husband. Life is so much more beautiful with him by my side.

If you don't already have it...I wish for you a love like mine...if you do...I pray you recognize it and treat it accordingly.

Love,

Monnie, Robby, Jaru & Lucy
March 24, 2007

Best Advice My Mother Ever Gave Me

"If you only BUY things that look cute on you...you only HAVE things that look cute on you!"

Something I don't get is when I see a woman out and about looking a hot damn mess. I just don't get it. Sure...I have some days when I can't muster up the energy to be FAB...but even when I'm just running a quick errand on the worst cramp day or something...I still don't look a hot mess.

Didn't comb your hair? PUT ON A HAT!

Don't feel like "dressing?" THROW ON SOME SWEATS THAT LOOK CUTE ON YOU AND A T-SHIRT! ADD SNEAKERS AND STIR! Instant sporty cute.

You will never...EVER...see me out and about looking a hot damn mess. Mainly because of my mother's advice since everything I own is cute on me, IN MY OPINION....LOL...but also because I feel better about myself when I'm looking good. When I look terrible...I FEEL terrible and I certainly don't need extra reasons to feel bad sometimes. I got enough memories of crap to do that.

Be FABULOUS! Even when you feel like crap...getcha cute on! Especially then!

Do YOU feel better when you look good? Did you ever leave the house looking a hot mess and then wondering what in the world you were thinking?

*sigh*

Please tell me that Native Son made this ish up. PLEASE! This crap CAN'T be real...IT JUST CAN'T! http://nativeson.wordpress.com/2007/03/23/urban-outfitters/

This ever happen to you?????????

You're sitting on the sofa, watching a movie with your guy, comfy...chilling...enjoying life. Then...you remember something. You remember you'd bought a box of your AND his FAVORITE cookies and hid them in the bread box last weekend and you just KNOW your guy is going to think you're the best thing since March Madness when you whip them out and show him what you have for dessert?????

And then...you make a BIG DEAL out of having a surprise for him...and come to find out...THAT PUNK HAS NOT ONLY FOUND THE DAMN SURPRISE...BUT HE'S EATEN ALL OF THEM OVER THE COURSE OF THE WEEK AND NOT EVEN SAVED YOU ONE LIL OLE LOUSY AZZ PIECE OF SHORTBREAD!

My damn face just CRACKED ALL THE HELL UP!

THE NOIRVEEEEEE OF HIM!

Maaaaaaaan...all I know is this weekend surprise betta be the HotNESS cuz I'm madder than a damn church lady in Vegas right now. Just...GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Had my mouf all fixed for a piece of shortbread! Geez!

Aw Crap...I've been tagged. *sigh*

Crap...I've been tagged. I never do this...but since DC Rush Hour gave me The Thinking Blog Award and I ignored it only to find later from The Thinking Black Man that it's kind of a respectful thing...*sigh*...I'm participating.

Shawn (http://noautographs.blogspot.com/) is a punk for messing with me bruh. I thought we wuz getting cool Shawn? Geez. I blame Chele for this since SHE "introduced" us. Humph.

What main lesson have you learned in the month of February?
That my having two best friends has actually grown to like six. I'm blessed.

What bad habit do you want to rid yourself of this month?
Not answering the phone or checking voice messages. Yall have no idea how much I HATE the phone. People who KNOW me know just to jump on the puter if they need me.

What are your favorite muses?
Conversations with my husband. He is sooooooooooooo funny it's ridiculous. Yall don't even know the HALF!

Name one thing UNIQUELY DIFFERENT that you recently discovered about yourself?
I can't even PRETEND to like a certain KIND of person. Every time I try they end up representing themselves in an azz backwards manner. Imma stay on my side of the tracks. It's for the best. This is a lesson I truly already knew...but I thought was hindering my growth as a person. I don't feel that way anymore.

What is your definition of passion vs intimacy?
At this point in my life they are actually the same for me. That's the way it's supposed to be when you're married I think.

What are you vibing too?
Music is boring me lately so I have just been putting the iPod on shuffle and letting it do it's thing.

What are your favorite gadgets?
My MacBook and my video iPod.

What would be a perfect date with the person you're thinking of right now...
I'm having it tomorrow. He's taking me away for an anniversary surprise! Me lub surprises!

Last book read?
"Switching to the Mac: The Missing Manual" (THANKS AGAIN TAMMY-KINS!)

What would you re-name it based upon your perception of the storyline?
"So...You Thought You Were Smart Huh?"

How many times a day do you look at your blog or the blogs of others?
I try to visit everyone on my blogroll every night. The folks on my blogroll are amazingly gifted and super generous with their audience. I love that.

Who's your favorite blogger or spot you find lurking around most often?
Not really an easy question as I get different things from lots of blogs.

If you were to live as the opposite sex for the day what name would you give yourself?
My father's name.

Describe yourself in 3 adjectives?
The three F's! Funny, FABULOUS and Fugged Up.

One goal you set for yourself for the month of March?
To finish converting a story to a screenplay.

I tag all the bloggers I know in real life: Red, Gladys, Tsiporah, Les, Honest, Taya, Tammy, Lola Granola, DC Rush Hour, Diva In Demand, Butta and Sangin Diva.

Wrong Wife

http://dearlesley.wordpress.com/2007/03/23/i-got-your-man

Smithsonian Update!

We're getting closer to a suitable resolution folks! http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/22/AR2007032201909.html

Yall know anything about this?

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/custom/photos/gallery/chi-031207paris-photogallery,1,3746213.photogallery?coll=chi-photos-utl&index=1

Gimme the 411.  Kelicia sent it to me and I'd not heard of it prior to now. 

Size REALLY doesn't matter!!!!!!!!!

I was shopping with a chick once who tried on a pair of pants in what she thought was her size.  They were some jazzy azz pants and they were at a GREAT price.  She picked up some other things in her size because it was one of those sales that's like rock bottom and the items were the HotNESS!

She went in and came out with a look on her face and I was like...nothing worked?  To which she replied nope...they were all too exact.  So I suggested she try on the next size and with a horror stricken look on her face she said...I AM NOT BUYING A SIZE xx!

Okay...um...I ain't say nuttin...but I'm thinking...BUT THAT'S THE SIZE THAT FITS!

Check this out:

I'm 5'9" and I weigh between 135 and 137lbs.  I'm really small in the waist and up top but I have a great butt (yeah I said it...my butt is the HotNESS!  ROFL!).

Here are  my "sizes."

Tops:  4, 6 or small. (UK:  38)

T-shirts:  Medium

Fleece:  Medium or Large

Blazers:  4, 6

Coats:  8 or Medium

Skirts:  6, 8

Pants:  8, 10

Strappy heels:  8.5

Boots:  9

Sneakers: 9.5

Belts:  Small, Medium

Ring:  5.5 (just threw that in just in case Robby is reading and needs a reminder...ROFL!)

Pajamas:  Extra large

Sweatpants:  Extra large

Now that's a dang WIDE range.  And don't EVEN make me start factoring in designers.  Tahari or Calvin Klein pants...6 or 8.  Theory pants...8 or 10.  Lacoste shirts...40 or 42.  Thomas Pink shirts...8...Free people shirts...4...and don't even get me STARTED on jeans!  CRAZY HUH????????????????

It should be noted that I don't like anything too fitted on me.  It can be fitted...but if I feel a pull at all...not wearing it which is why I usually buy jeans with some stretch in em.  I  know...I'm weird.

My point here is that...I don't think you should get too caught up in the size of clothes because it's the FIT that actually varies and you might be a 12 in one thing...and a 16 in another.  Be flexible.  Don't focus on buying the smaller size because that means next to nuttin.  Focus on how it FITS YOU!  If the smaller size is uncomfortable and makes you look all "squoze" up in it...just...EWWWWWWWWWW!  HotMESS people.  Hot.Damn.Mess.

Do you get caught up in the SIZE of something?  Why?  Know anyone who does?  Do you think it's weird?

DING!  You are free to move about the country. 

CreoleInDC saving the world...one outfit at a time.  :)

Many of you asked for it...

...so she delivered.  Yup...Roslyn's blogging folks!  Are  you ready?????????????  http://www.roslynhardyholcomb.com/

Skateboarder VS Police

http://www.wcsc.com/news/state/6609992.html

Have you guys seen this video of the skateboarder being shoved by the policewoman for illegally skating?

Robby saw it for the first time this morning on GMA and he CHEERED! He was like...YEAH BABY! NOW GIVE HIS LIL AZZ A TICKET FOR ILLEGAL SKATEBOARDING!

Lemme give you some background.

Robby has a problem with skateboarders. More specifically skateboarders in our development.

We live in the typical burbs and in typical burb fashion...most of the kids are really into skateboarding.

Our development has one way in and one way out and the sidewalks are pretty nice sized and very well maintained. There are speed bump thingys so folks remember to drive 10 miles an hour (which they seldom do). Well...the kids enjoy the heck outta skateboarding over the speed bump thingys and it can be a bit annoying when you're just trying to get to your house and you gotta wait on kids to get out of the street when they should know not to be in the street.

Me...I say hey...they are kids and kids will be kids. Robby is pulling out our bylaws to see how we can enforce getting the kids out of the street. Me...I'm like...dude...where else are they gonna skate? Robby's like...ON THE SIDE WALK OR NOT AT ALL!

He's serious about this one.

So I asked him just what was it about the kids that irked him so much. And he said skateboards are one step from gang activity.

Me: AAAAAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUU?

So his point is that times have changed and that I still have an idealized view of childhood because of how we were when we were kids.

Robby: Did you ever do drugs when you were 12?
Me: No.
Robby: Did you ever get together with your friends and beat up and kill homeless people for sport?
Me: No.
Robby: Well these are the kinds of things kids are doing and they need to follow the rules and the rules need to be enforced so they don't start feeling like they can do just anything!

I will admit to wondering what they are up to when I see like 8 of them sitting in our park. But for the most part...they all seem like good kids.

So...what are your thoughts regarding? Should the police have shoved the teenager? Are skateboarders a nuisance? If there isn't a skate park...where do you think the kids should be allowed to skate?

"Marry Your Baby Daddy Day"

This is going to be featured on John Stossel's "Enough" tonight on ABC: http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=2970103&page=1

Any thoughts?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR. PUNKIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dr. Punkin got her birthday box and LOVED everything in it. She's going to wear her main birthday gift tomorrow at her birthday dinner party and I'm sure she'll send me a pic cuz the dress is the skrait HotNESS!

I love you big sister and look forward to aging gracefully with you. We gonna be the two jazzy azz old sisters in church talking bout errbody. ROFL!

Blog Hopping!

This post made me HATE her even more (grumble, grumble...heffa!): http://boundbymyhook.blogspot.com/2007/03/vogue-2942-donna-karan-dress.html

This post proved to me she's just like me...a survivor: http://theevolutionoftsiporah.blogspot.com/2007/03/storm-part-2.html

This post made me proud to know she's my friend: http://singlemomandmoney.blogspot.com/2007/03/debt-payoff-incentive.html

This post made me miss Cojoe: http://twentyeight30.blogspot.com/2007/03/slumbering-parties.html

My girl Tammy-kins: http://magnoliadiva.blogspot.com/

This post made me wish I was in "the know": http://www.itslikebuttababy.com/2007/03/butta-oni-am-thisclose-to-changing-my.html

Thinking about getting a Mac? My baby brother can break it down till it can't be broke no mo: http://7andacrescent.com/2007/03/04/getting-along-better-with-your-mac-an-ode-to-new-switchers/

Another one for us to cheer on to VICTORY!!!!!!!!!: http://urban-spanglish.blogspot.com/2007/03/regimine-spring-edition.html

That damn Soulfull...always making me THINK!: http://soulfullsoliloquies.blogspot.com/

Don't Get It Twisted Newbie!

Every now and then I find I have to have a pretty blunt conversation with "new" people. People that stumble across my blog and read whatever is on the front page and formulate an opinion of who I am. You know...people who haven't read the good with the bad...they just happened to catch me on a good day when they found me and therefore think life is all softly scented roses. NOT! LOL!

Lately, I've more than doubled my hits. I was featured in the blogs section by AOL's Top News and the traffic came from there. Cool. I guess. It probably won't last but hey...we'll see. It was much higher today too...but not doubled like it was yesteday. So again...we'll see.

I'm reminded of what Biggie said. "Mo money...mo problems."

Today I've been emailing with this chick and I felt compelled to break it down for her. Too much flattery and compliments make me itch. It's sooooooo not necessary. (Ask Single Ma about a convo regarding this and she will make you laugh your azz off. ROFL!) And since the young lady found me through the AOL venue and it seems a bunch of other folks did too...I'm going to break it down for everyone once again so they don't get it twisted and only focus on the pretty and therefore think they may not be able to relate or are "relating" to someone I'm NOT.

Here goes.

Hi New Person!

My name is Monica Mingo. I'm 37 years old and I think I'm the shit. Seriously. I do.

Why you ask?

In 1990 my father, an untreated manic depressive, killed my mother and then killed himself in our home after years of abuse. YEARS. He was a brilliant man. My very first hero. Handsome, strong, fun, wonderful, evil, mean, hateful. An anomoly at best. Some days he treated me like a Princess, some days he treated me like shit.

My mother, a BEAUTIFUL Princess, was everything a mother, in my opinion, SHOULD be. They were from different sides of the "tracks." So I got a little bit of it ALL in who I be. LOL!

After their deaths, my siblings and I...tried to stay on the right path. It didn't work out for anyone but my sister for a while. She was the only one of us to be able to move past the pain and not do stoopit stuff it seems. Me...I was angry at the world and felt the world owed me for the death of my parents. I was an awful, awful person and stayed that way for a long, miserable time.

In 1993, I was diagnosed with a rare form of breast cancer and had to have a left radical mastectomy. I got even ANGRIER at the world. The "why me's" were all I was. I hated everyone and everything for a long, long time. Losing my breast was like losing a part of what made me a woman. I felt lost...alone...floating in my own abyss. A.Hot.Damn.Mess.

LIFE SUCKED and KEPT sucking.

When I moved to the DC Metro area...it was the first opportunity since my parent's death for me to be free from my demons. From all of my assumed responsibilities and I was finally able to live my life for myself and I enjoyed THE HELL OUTTA IT!

I began to be reborn. To focus on whom I wanted to be. On the Monnie my PARENTS wanted me to be. No...EXPECTED me to be.

Because I "fixed" the piece of shit I'd become...I was able to attract the man I'm married to. The man who is my heart, my love, my reason for being. I love the HELL outta my husband and he loves the HELL outta me. We da shyt. And yet...we are oh...so...real.

I've always worked hard. I've always had my own. I've always known the best of everything and I've been exposed to more than the average bear. And yup...I'm waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too cute to be poor but I've never had to have a man to make sure I wasn't. Just keeping it real dawg.

Yall/..life is sooooooooooooooooooooooooo dayum good now! Even though we're dealing with infertility, even though I want nothing more than to be able to make my husband a father. Life is pretty damn good.

(By the way...I HATE that lil girl who was crying on "American Idol." HATE HER HATE HER HATE HER!)

So now you know a bit more about me. I don't hide from my past. I don't hide from my mistakes. I am what I am and because of EVERYTHING I've been...I am the me today. My mistakes don't define me. Who I have evolved into today DOES.

So...who am I? Right at this moment...you wanna know?

I hurt a lot. Sometimes really bad. I'm loved...a lot...by my family and friends. I spoil those I love and they spoil me. I love to cook. I surround myself with beautiful things. I THINK I'm jazzy as hell. I'm funny, crazy and most times a damn fool. Sometimes I get sad, sometimes I'm happy. Sometimes I shop...sometimes I cry. I LOVE to laugh and to be around people that make me feel good. I NEVER do anything I don't want to do. NEVER.

MOST TIMES I WRITE.

This is who I am.

I'm funny, FABULOUS and fugged up. If you're not the same...you won't get me. And that's okay. We don't HAVE to get each other to be "friends." We don't have to agree on any damn thing. Hell...MOST of my friends don't agree with not a dang thing I say...them heffas. ROFL!

BUT...WE RESPECT, LOVE AND ADMIRE EACH OTHER.

I love a lot...and I love HARD. Fug with someone I consider family and it's on. IT.IS.ON.

I'm done. Nice to meet you. Whomever you are. LOL! Holla if you want to...don't if you don't. I usually get collectively about 40 comments or so a day...so I KNOW most folks don't comment. I'm cool with that. LOL!

Love,

CreoleInDC...THE MUTHAFUGGIN SHIZNIK! Fug with me if ya wanna...just remember I've already been to hell and I kicked a whole lotta azz to get out of it. AND I AIN'T LOST A BIT OF MY SCRAP.

Music in my head: Destiny's Child: "I'm a Survivor"

Real Life HotNESS!

We voted on this dress today in a HotNESS or HotMESS (SM)??? post. Here is a real live person ROCKING THE HELL OUT OF IT! Go head girl...go head git down! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! Her hair is the SUPER HotNESS!

Thanks MissGina for asking permission and thank you Honesty for telling her okay!

From My Inbox

The first one isn't from my inbox. It happened to a friend of a friend and it made me go hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

First question:

What would you do if your 16 year old daughter skipped school today and when you asked her why she said it was private and she didn't need to tell you because she used her own money and you then found out it was to get birth control pills?

Second question:

You called a friend and they answered and told you they were going to call you later. They didn't hang up the phone (accidentally) and while you were still on the phone...they proceeded to talk about you in a non-flattering way to whomever it was in the room with you and you heard it all. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Sarcasticky

treci721: do u think im sarcastic 

everyone says i'm sarcastic as hell

i dont see it

CreoleInDC: are you being sarcastic?

treci721: shit.

CreoleInDC: by asking if you're sarcastic?

treci721: no

i hate u.

CreoleInDC: well you're sarcastic

so get over it

azz

treci721: well everyone i know must be too cause i don't feel that i am

i don't notice it

i guess everyone i deal with is the same....

CreoleInDC: nice

treci721: that includes u

CreoleInDC: how's it feel in mayberry?

treci721: azz

CreoleInDC: i know i'm sarcastic

treci721: lol

CreoleInDC: it would be sarcastic if i asked someone if they thought i was sarcastic

treci721: man.

Shelly: if you asked me if you were sarcastic and were serious...i wouldn't talk to you for 1 week!
LMAO
CreoleInDC: i
am
HOWLING!
i think she mad at me

treci721: not mad my feelings hurt

thats all

:(

i think i'm sweet

which makes it worse cause when i'm bein nice

people prolly like

that witch

LOL

CreoleInDC: when you're nice

i get goosebumps

it's scary

treci721: hate u

right back to u

CreoleInDC: like you're in pre-meditation mode or something

don't be nice to me

CreoleInDC: have me watching my back and ish

treci721: so it IS me

CreoleInDC: yup

it's you

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

REE-diculous!

Come on bruh...this dude does NOT have $40 million. 

http://www.comcast.net/entertainment/index.jsp?cat=ENTERTAINMENT&fn=/2007/03/22/616641.html&cvqh=itn_mcmillan

WE knew he was gay from the pics...how is it that YOU didn't know?

Shelly:  Star Jones is next.

Me:  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

From Angry In L.A.

Randy Crawford: "Fallen"

Have always loved her...WILL always love her!

What do you do when...

...a friend hurts your feelings?

What Kinda Swimsuit Are You?

For the ladies...are you a:

1. One-piecer
2. Tankinier
3. Bikinier
4. Boyshorter
5. Thonger

For the men...

YOU'D BETTER NOT BE ANYTHING CEPT A SHORTER...CUZ IF I HEAR BOUT YOU IN A SPEEDO...IMMA HAFTA FIGHT YOU!

http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2914045/0~2376776~2374327~2379759~2383542?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=2383542&P=2

If ya gonna do it....

DO IT!

HATE HER!  How she going pick up trash looking the skrait HotNESS?  HATE HER!

Kicks and Giggles

Aiight yall.  I only get feedback on K&G when I ask someone specifically and that's only my friends and they could be lying to me.  LOL!

THAT said...yall like it?  Is it confusing?  Should I keep it going?  Or is enough enough?  I'm thinking of maybe taking it off the site and moving it to an area where folks who like it have access to it only.  Whatchall think?

Script on Paper!

So...I finally got my script on paper.  That was my HUGE step one.  Writing stuff in screenplay format is hard stuff and I'm SURE I didn't do it right/write...LOL!  BUT...at least it's done! 

I'm not going to look at it one second longer because whenever I do...I change something and I figure if I keep looking I'll keep changing it and then it will NEVER get done.

Next step is finding the camera equipment and people.  I have a friend's husband who is a pro and I'm going to call him when we return from our anniversary weekend (MY ANNIVERSARY IS DAY AFTER TOMORROW...WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!) cuz I need to get on the good foot if I'm going to meet the submission deadline.

What about yall...a lot of you expressed what your dreams are when I admitted mine.  What have you done so far to actualize them? 

HotNESS or HotMESS? (SM)

http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492706184&PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446157606&R=803882087615&P_name=Isabella+Fiore&sid=11179E61464B&ASSORTMENT%3C%3East_id=1408474395222441&bmUID=1174571216883

HotNESS or HotMESS? (SM)

Sorry yall...Comcast been tripping.  Ate three posts yesterday and I was in a FOUL mood about it.

http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2922331/0~2376776~2374327~2374331~6001777~6001755?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=6001755&P=2

From Becca...

http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/03/21/clinton.you.tube/index.html

D.E.A.Der

Blame Shelly...she sent me this cuz yall KNOW I don't mess with BET.  http://www.bet.com/News/GAYMENAKA.htm?Referrer=%7b03CE5360-2620-42CB-AD7E-77E4249C5FB7%7d

"It's all kicks and giggles..." - 19

“You didn’t answer my question Gina.  What are you doing here?  I thought we discussed this and decided it’s for the best.”

“I know what you said, and you’re right.  And I’m sorry for not seeing it that way initially.  Now I do.  But I still want to be friends which is why I figured we could watch the games together cause I KNOW you’re watching em.”  She laughed.

A car came down the street and JJ looked and watched it pass.  He sighed.

“Come in Gina hell…but don’t think this changes anything.  We are JUST friends.”

He stepped to the side and let her in, looked down the street again and closed the door.

Gina went to the kitchen and put the beer in the fridge leaving two out.  She took off her scarf and jacket and put them in the foyer closet revealing a trim figure in a pair of fitted jeans and a v-neck sweater that hugged her curves just right with some boots. 

She then got out a plate and arranged the sandwich and chips on it.  She knew where everything in his kitchen was.  Mia never let him have sandwiches like that nor chips.  JJ stood back and watched her like one would a bear in the wilderness.

“Why are you watching me and not the game silly?  Sit down and I’ll bring your dinner.

He walked over and sat down on the sofa and Gina opened a tv tray in front of him.  Then…she put his dinner and beer on the tray and sat down on the other end of the sofa.  As far away from him as she could get.  Just friends.

_______________________________________________

JJ was startled to see the time and he looked over to Gina and noted she was fading.  She looked up at him and smiled.

“Guess I better get home JJ.  That was two GREAT games!”

“Yeah…they were.  Um…thanks Gina.  This was fun.  I’m glad you’ve decided we can be just friends. I’m really glad cuz you’re really cool and to be honest…I was missing the old Gina.”

“You mean the Gina prior to my blowing up your cell?”

He laughed…”Well, you have to admit…”

“I know, it was a bit crazy.  I don’t know what got over me. So what’s been going on?  How’s work?”

“Work is good.  I’m managing this new project.  It’s in the exploratory stage so no issues just yet.”

“That’s really good.  I’m sure you’re a great manager and will be able to deal with the issues if they do show up.  But let’s think positive.”  She stood up. 

JJ stood up too and followed her to the foyer where she opened the closet and got out her coat and scarf.  He helped her on with her coat and stepped back as she flipped her hair from under the coat with her purse in one hand. 

She smiled softly.  “I missed you too JJ.  Thanks again for hanging out with me.”

“JJ. Please.  Don’t.  Stop. Please!” Gina moaned clinging to JJ.

They both heard the ghost of the way they were.  When the newness of the physical attraction was intense and the both became very aware of the other.

“So JJ, something I’ve never had is a Buddy.”

“A Buddy?”

She walked to him and said, “Yes, a Buddy.  A friend I can count on when I need to be satisfied.”  She stood right in front of him but didn’t touch him.

“A Buddy huh?”

“Yes.  A Buddy.”  She still didn’t touch him with anything but her eyes but that was all it took.  The frustration of the past week was too much for JJ and he backed Gina up against the wall kicking her feet apart with one foot and lifting her slightly to kiss her.  Then he picked her lil azz up and carried her to the sofa where he took out all of his frustration out on her and Mia.  Used her.  Used her up.

Afterwards the pain in her eyes was too much for him to bear seeing even though she didn't say anything.  She knew what it was and he knew it hurt her. 

A Buddy huh?  he thought. *sigh*

Dear Target:

WHAT THE HELL IS CREOLE RED?  http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-1/qid=1174493157/ref=sr_1_1/601-9168009-9116937?ie=UTF8&asin=B000LA11NO

I am a Louisiana Creole and I am HIGHLY offended by this choice of color.  What's next?  Caucasian White?  African Black?  Asian Yellow? 

HOW DARE YOU?????????????

Stoopit Imaginary Person: Say Bruh...I don't want no trouble or nothing...but I'm just looking around and it DOES seem like you Creole's like the color red a lot. And that damn Shrimp Creole and that crawfish dish...I mean...erra...I'm just saying. Me: *****SSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP*****

The Perfect White T-Shirt

I am in search of the perfect white T-shirt.  This one from Adam + Eve is kinda what I'm looking for but not exactly because of the sleeves.  I have this super weird tick that won't allow me to wear sleeves this short because it feels bunched up under my arms.  I know...weird as all get out huh?  LOL!

The one I rocked last year, I can't anymore because I rocked it so much...it has those pale yellowish stains under the arm that white t-shirts get.  I tried to find another one like it but nope, Theory didn't do a plain one this season.  *sigh* (PUNKS!)

So...what does a FABULOUS chica do when she's looking for something and can't find it using her Usual Suspects?  Well, she puts the word out to her FABULOUS friends, of course.  So...TAG...YALL IT!  (Even though I HATE tags.  ROFL!) 

Have you seen or bought the perfect white t-shirt lately?  Where?  When?  How much?  What was it made out of?  I have a SERIOUS need for one.  Oh...and it HAS to be a cotton/spandex blend.  Can't do just plain cotton.  They only look good the first time you wear em.  After they are cleaned...they lose the initial shape and charm you bought it for in the first place.  IN MY OPINION.

PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HotNESS or HotMESS? (SM): Diva in Training :)

http://www.lillianvernon.com/catalog/product_display.jsp?searchParam=LK&pdId=6924&addOn=783&sid=eas

HotNESS or HotMESS? (SM)

http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod38680168&parentId=cat9360743&masterId=cat9360733&index=1&cmCat=cat000000cat000001cat000111cat000131cat9360733cat9360743

Sade: "Somebody Already Broke My Heart" - LIVE!

"If somebody has to lose...I don't want to play..." Sade