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November 30, 2006

Give it up

            This week has been a crucial one. The applications for the UC’s are due tonight at midnight and its been a little hectic trying to get all of the personal statements and all of the last minute questions and trying to calm all of the anxiety that come with this time of year. I have to be honest and say that I will be very glad when its all said and done and the last student has clicked the submit button. This weekend is mine!        

            One thing I do have to say is that I love the people I have been fortunate to come in contact with for various reasons. The way their minds work and the millions of conversations I get to engage in. Yesterday was a prime example. Bogged down with phone calls and emails, I needed to get out of my office for a second. I called my co-worker and asked if he wanted to roll with me to Café Strada for some coffee. After some minor arm pulling we make our way up the hill for our caffeine fix, but more importantly, our mental breaks. As we are walking we pass by a restaurant chain that just opened on Telegraph Avenue. The line outside of this place was literally wrapped around the corner. As a grand opening promotion, the restaurant was giving away free food to students with a Cal ID. As we waited for the light to change, my co-worker says “someone needs to get a picture of that.” I look at him confused and he says, “They need to take a picture of that massive line of students, people who can definitely afford to pay to eat at this place and the homeless man who is standing on the corner begging for change.” I looked in the direction of the line and sure enough, there at the very end of the long line, stood a homeless man begging for change. He continued to say “Its really sad that they are giving away free food, just to get people to come in and buy more food, like they wouldn’t do it anyway.” As we walked, I passed by a friend of mine who told me she was on her way to get her second free meal. I joked and told her that she should give one to the homeless man on the corner, and she looked at me laughed and kept moving. When I got back to my office, I thought about it for a while and got sad.

            Here we are in the “richest country in the world”, which as a sidebar, is another really scary thought considering how much debt we have, but I digress, and we are constantly thinking of more ways to become more selfish. The very thought of using our resources to do something good for someone else and thereby having to sacrifice something from ourselves is often tossed aside. I’m guilty of it too. I have been “meaning” to go to the homeless shelter right next door to my job and volunteer at the food bank, but I’ve been too busy making my money and handling my business, but will see nothing wrong with laying around and watching TV all day. Where is the balance? When did we get to the point where our own agenda’s supersede helping the less fortunate? When did we get to the place where police are now a common sight at Wal-mart the day after thanksgiving because people fight, stab and hurt each other to get that last flash drive out of the bin? It is perfectly fine to do nice things for yourself, but when did volunteering and giving become a burden or an obligation instead of joy?

            We as a country, as a people, as human beings need to get our priorities straight. The permanence in our shift toward materialism is scary and I can only imagine what the future holds. Now that the holidays are upon us, I’d like to encourage everyone to do something out of the ordinary. Think about the people less fortunate than you and do something to help. Whether its donating clothes or food to a drive, or volunteering your time, there is a lot of work to be done. Let the holidays be your way getting the ball rolling and keep it going past Christmas. Poverty and poor education are problems that are not going to go away with a blink of the eyes. We need to start opening our eyes to the needs of those around us and start making a difference.

Peace Y’all

 

B

November 28, 2006

Controversy

By now I am sure most of you have heard about the whole Kramer incident. For those of you who haven't please follow the link to see the video of Kramer making his racist comments...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgmCBKPHnSY

 Of course the Black community is up in arms about this entire situation and rightfully so, his words were extremely vicious and obviously deep seeded. Naturally Michael Richards, also known as Kramer realized that he just ruined his career, so he quickly tried to scramble together an "apology", but let's just keep it real...the 7th season of Senfield was coming out that following tuesday and Jerry was not trying to lose any money because of that man so he was appearing on Letterman and brought his boy on the show and he had the following to say...

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI5dGM_l9l8

 

Of course now the media is trying to get the reaction of the Black community and of all people in the world they opt to interview PAUL MOONEY and ask his opinions on the situation. That poor reporter didn't even see it coming...

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cuX2uYOi...

 *drops the mic....

 

Peace Y'all

B

 

November 27, 2006

I'm just sayin' Volume 9?

I’m Just sayin’ Volume 9?

            Coffee Shops: Now, this weekend, while I was at home visiting my family and enjoying life, I still had a lot of things that I needed to do for work. So I packed up Dino, hopped in Mom’s car and rolled to Starbucks. Once I got there, I scoured the place for an outlet, finally finding one behind the plastic dancing Christmas Tree and settled in. Once I made sure Dino had all of the necessary accommodations and was willing to turn on, I went in line, ordered my tangerine blended juice drink ($3.60) and went back to my computer. I clicked on the wireless internet link and was instantly taken to the t-mobile website. Hmm. One of the Barista’s walked past me carrying a large box of sugar packets, so I snagged her and asked her about the internet situation. She tells me to go to the t-mobile website and sign up...its only 10 dollars for 24 hours. Unhunh. So I politely ask her if they are planning to be open for 24 hours, because if so, I will happy to go home, change into some sweats and settle in for the 24 hours my internet will be available. She looked at me as though I was crazy, a look that matched my own and we both went on about our ways. She proceeded to stock her sugar packets, I proceeded to pack up my stuff and head out of the door.

            The next stop was to the Coffee Bean. This time before purchasing an over priced drink, I asked about the internet accommodations up front. I was promptly told that the internet could be purchased for $1.99 per minute. I promptly walked my tail right on out of there and headed down the street. I found an independent coffee shop that had free internet for their customers. Giddy with delight I walk in, set up my little situation, order my green tea smoothie and kept it moving. However, when I sat down, I noticed that all of the outlets had been covered up with tape. Hmm. I went back over to the front counter and asked the woman who was working there if I could plug in my computer. She told me no and continued wiping down the counter. I looked down at my 4 dollar smoothie and looked back at her and asked her again about using the outlet. She looks behind her conspiratorially and asks how long I’m going to be there. I said maybe an hour or two, I don’t know. She says, well I’ll let you use the outlet for an hour but that’s it. I wanted to throw the smoothie at her, but was not raised to be an angry person, so I sighed and took what I can get. I stayed for longer than an hour, just to make a statement but come one...are you serious right now?

 

            Traffic: First and foremost, Los Angeles is becoming scarily over populated. Pretty soon, people will be stacked on top of each other and LA will be forced to build a public transportation system that could actually replace the need to drive. Throw in some snow and great pizza and you’ll have a much prettier (thanks to the beaches) version of New York city. No matter what time of day you are traveling you will run into traffic and if you actually look at the person sitting in their car next to you, you will see that they are doing one of two things, talking on their cell phone, either laughing or looking very angry, or they have their heads laid back on the rest, clearly contemplating their lives. I noticed that the mentality of people living in So Cal is not that much different from those who live on the East Coast. People are lot quicker to get angry, stressed out, drink or find some other means of taking themselves out of their situations because being stacked up on people is extremely wearing. The short time I was out there, I was stressed out and cussing at people as I drove around looking for ways to avoid traffic. Good luck with that one.

            Shopping: I have to admit that shopping is a lot more convenient in the southern parts. With Malls every few miles of each other and Old Navy’s equipped with Plus size sections, I found myself in heaven. Where else can you go and get a sweater, pair of jeans and a shirt for 13 dollars. Its no wonder people are always looking for ways to spend money out there. Shopping is the thing to do and I have be honest and say that I have forgotten how much I miss it. If I want to holler at old navy it’s a B.A.R.T. ride away and of course that means I have to take a trip to Sephora to stock up on that good Carol’s Daughter while I’m out there. (Hahaha! Shout out to my Rose who mildly judged me for my CD references...LOL!!! sorry, I digress). I guess for my wallet and my mental health its better to have to travel to San Fran just to go shopping, but it would be nice to have all of my shopping need conveniently located. I’m just saying.

            Football: I have been quite for the past few weeks about College football and there has been some question about my loyalty, so let me set the record straight. I love my Golden Bears as much now as I always have and nothing will change that. I am irriatated that $C won this weekend, but I have to say that I will take tremendous pleasure and joy in watching them get obliterated by Ohio State...the season will be worth it then. I also have to speak to all of you Non-Pac-10 people out there. Let me just clarify a few things for you. There is a lot of talk about how we (meaning Cal) should support $C making it so far and doing so well so that the Pac-10 can be represented in the big bowl games. That’s all nice and in a perfect world that would probably be true. However, in the real world, those of us who are actually students and alumni of the Pac-10 need to make it clear that we are all a bunch of haters. We don’t care about other teams and how they do, unless they are losing to us. You best believe that $C is not sitting back hoping that Cal wins its bowl game. They are not thinking about us. And please believe that our boys are not sitting around hoping that $C wins the national title. We all hope they lose just because we don’t like them. Its all a friendly rivalry, but there is no real love or support there, so please stop talking about it. Until you have been brain washed by your institution, you will never fully understand what it means to yell out Go Bears...it means Go Bears and Forget everybody else! This is Bear territory and everyone else can just float on...

 

Thanks for listening to my tirades of the day...see ya tomorrow!
Peace!
B

 

November 20, 2006

A Father's Rules for Dating...

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be

FedEx or UPS delivering a package, because you're sure not

picking anything up like my child like that.



Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may

glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her

neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughter's

body, I will remove them with sabre saw.



Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys

of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to

be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult,

but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I

want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I promise to

compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing

and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However,

in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off

during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my

electric nail gun and fasten your pants securely in place to your

waist.



Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex

without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you.

Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I

will kill you.



Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should

talk sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not

do this. The only information I require from you is an indication

of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house,

and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."



Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many

opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long

as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out

with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her

until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make

you cry.



Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my

daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh

and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should

not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process

that can take longer than painting the golden gate bridge.

Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something

useful, like changing the oil in my car?



Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date

with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything

softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents,

policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where the ambient

temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts,

tanktops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a

sweater, and a goose down parka Zipped up to her throat. Movies

with strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies

which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old

folks homes are better.



Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied,

balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been, but on issues relating

to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your

universe. If I ask you where you are going, and with whom, you

have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and

nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and ten acres

behind the house in Virginia or feed the crabs your ass off Red

Hook Pier in Brooklyn. Do not trifle with me.



Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me

to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for an armored

personnel carrier outside of Baghdad. When my Desert Storm

Syndrome starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me

to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As

soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with

both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce

in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely

and early, then return to your car -- there is no need for you to

come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.







APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER





Note: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.



1. Name:_____________________________________Date of Birth_____________



2. Height:_____________Weight:______________IQ:_____________GPA______



3. Social Security..:______________________Driver's License..:________________



4. Boy Scout Rank:________________________________



5. Home Address:_________________City/State______________Zip:______



6. Do you have one MALE and one FEMALE human parent?__________



7. Number of years parents married?___________ Or were you the offspring of a Booty Call gone awry?__________



8. Do you own a van?________ A truck with oversized tires?______ Or a hoopty with one brown door & a green quarter panel?_________



9. Do you have a waterbed?_______ A stupid tattoo?_______



10. Do you have an earring, nose ring, or tongue ring in your penis?_______


11. Have you ever been or thought about bring on the "DOWN LOW?"___________



(If you answered "yes" to any of 8, 9, 10, or 11 discontinue application and leave the premises!)



You may use the back for answering question 11, 12, and 13.

12. In 50 words or less, what does "DO NOT TOUCH MY DAUGHTER" mean to you



______________________________________________________________________





13. In 50 words or less, what does "LATE" mean to you?



______________________________________________________________________





14. In 50 words or less, what does "ABSTINENCE" mean to you?



______________________________________________________________________







15. Church you attend: ______________________How often you attend:_________







16. When would be the best time to interview your father, mother, and pastor?





______________________________________________________________________







17. Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely - All answers are confidential!



A. If I were ever shot, the last place on my body I would want to be wounded is in the_________

B. If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my __________

C. A woman's place is in the _________________.

D. The one thing I hope this application does not ask me is:____________

E. When I meet a girl, the thing I notice about her first is:_________________



(Note: If the answer to "E" begins with a "T" or "A," discontinue and leave the premises! It is strongly advised to keep your head down and run in a serpentine fashion!)



18. What do you want to be IF you grow up?_______________________________



I swear that all information supplied above is true and correct to the best of my knowledge under penalty of death, dismemberment, Native American ant torture, crucifixion, electrocution, Chinese water torture and/or a red hot poker place in the body orifice of my choice



Signature:______________________________________



Thank you for your interest. Please allow four to six years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write. If your application is rejected, you will be notified by several gentlemen wearing long black trench coats & dark sunglasses answering to the names of Tony, Paulie, Big Leroy, Rakim and Nasir (you might want to watch your back).

November 17, 2006

My response

    I have read and reread this article and have only been able to come up with one conclusion. THis man, or this type of man rather is not looking for a girlfriend, or a partner. He is looking for a sexier version of his mother. A woman who will cook, clean, provide comfort and support and not expect anything in return and be grateful for whatever she gets in return. Within his piece, there was a lot of a woman should cook, clean, sit, be pretty and let me do exactly and whatever I want to do and not complain about it, but in what world is woman really and truly going to allow her man to galavant for a month with no communication and still expect for there to be relationship?

There is a lot of talk about Black women being too independent and trying to take over the roles of men, but if you think about it, if men would step their game up, there would be no need for us to play both roles. I say this for all of the 20 something men who still live in their mother's house, for all of the men who themselves have never learned how to cook, to all of the men who do not know how to clean up after themselves and who continue to try and devalue the accomplishments of the women in their lives to attempt to cover the lack of accomplisment in their own lives.

When you are past a certain age, you should not live with 5 other guys in the Steven King version of a frat house. Women should not walk into your apartment and be scared to sit down because they feel that something just may bite them. Cereal is not a romantic meal, nor is it cute to call your house and ask your mother if you are available to talk. The question I am asking is when are men going to step up and be men?

In today's society, women are more often than not forced to be the backbone of any given situation. If a man is not ready to face a particular responsibility, for the sake of arguement, let's use the example of children, then he has the freedom to up and leave and the woman is then placed into the position of having to care for the responsibility that was created by two. But on the same token, men are very quick to say that Black women are too headstrong and dominant, but I ask you, how can you expect us to be anything else when we have been playing to role of man and woman for more years than we care to think about? Perhaps Black women would have more time to learn how to cook and cater to men, if we had the free time on our hands that they did, who's to say? One thing is for certain, we would not waste that free time with idle activities as men have a tendency to do. My question is, what was the last skill you picked up brothers, outside of the bedroom?

As Black people in this country, we have to fight for everything we have half of the time and then spend the other half of the time defending it amongst ourselves! I am one of the city girls he described because yes, I am accomplished, yes I am educated, yes I do handle my business and don't expect anything from anyone, but appreciate the help when it comes. What we often fail to understand is that relationships are NOT about domination and one upping each other. Relationships are about partnerships and complimenting each other. It seems to me that this man spends the bulk of his time hanging out with his boys, playing and watching games and continuing to cultivate his childhood. Come to think of it its no wonder he's looking for a mother! Women who are about something, the 'city girls' as he calls it are not looking to raise anymore children. We are looking for partners, equals, Men who will compliment who we are and who are strong enough to allow us to compliment them return. Its as simple as that.

So to answer the question, why don't black women have men, the answer is simple, a man is a rare and beautiful thing that is very hard to find. Once he is found, we will not hesitate to cook for him, care for him, give him the space he needs because he is doing the same for us in return. A 50/50 partnership. Now boys on the other hand, those come a dime a dozen, as we learn everyday as we go on about our days and are shamelessly approached by them. Perhaps before we go on attacking Black women, brothers should take a moment to evaluate their own situations and gleen ways to improve upon yourselves. You can't expect to get gold when you are working with a lump of coal yourself.

I'd like to end this with a poem by one of my favorite poets... Mayda Del Valle

We are not your mothers!
You have been weaned from the breast of a woman for years
Yet you come to us wounded and half filled with promises you can only keep half the time
Trying to suck a lost sense of self dry
We have become much too accustomed to sleepless nights and damp pillows
Have become much to accustomed to waiting for our empty beds to be weighed down with the bodys of men, heavy with the scent and the hands of other women
and we simply wanting to be loved and to love ourselves unconditionally
Simply wanting the truth of whether you can really love us or not.
Play Hester Prynne
Place scarlet letters on our chest
Become adulteresses, cheating ourselves out of what we truly deserve
Willing to settle for less
Willing to act like a little less then a goddess
Willing to sleep with the enemy
Men too scared to stop acting like boys, thinking we can love away their scars
So we take the lashes of their insecurities they pour on us
And lick our wounds in quiet mourning for the little girls that we lose by the minute.

Part 2
you said you had a photographic memory.
But apparently you forgot that honesty begins by being real with yourself and the ones you claim you love
The truth cannot be hidden
Whats clouded in darkness will always come to light my love.
You should have known that,
claiming you saw my light so clearly and brightly
I guess *bleep* happens
I just wish it wasnt me
And I guess its so much better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all
I know thats some easy *bleep* to say but Im still gonna try to live by it
Im still gonna try to put my faith to rest in it
I will sleep on dry pillows now in a bed big enough to love myself in.
I will awake these coming mornings with my eyes dry and shiny, full of the knowledge
I am priceless and worth nothing but honesty
I will remove this scarlet letter from my chest
And take the hand of the little girl I used to be and say Im sorry to her
Im sorry for cheating you out of the joy you have always deserved
And I will wait for a man to come along that can give me the truth of how much he can really love me

 

 

Peace Y'all

November 16, 2006

Oh No He DIDN'T

The editor for the magazine I work for forwarded this article to me and it was so...what's the word I'm looking for...ah...ASTOUNDING that I had to post it...I will post my response in tomorrow's blog because this is alot to take in...but please ready this and please please please comment...I'd like to get your thoughts....
Thought you might want to check this out. www.empressmag.com received this article and I could not believe the nerve of this guy. What's scary is, can some of this actually be true? You will find this piece interesting and at times funny. I'm forewarning you, that he is taking no prisoners. Enjoy!
Why self-proclaimed Good Women can't find or keep a man!

This article might hit home to a few of the young ladies, so read this with the mindset that this is just my opinion.  A bunch of my female friends can't seem to understand why they can't pull a good man considering that they are bringing so much to the table.  I feel that being a guy that has had the opportunity to date a bunch of good women, yet these good women couldn't crack the combination to my heart, that I can address the subject with some credibility and real life experiences.  It's not that these women are bad people or don't have things going for them.  
Most of these women are truly Good women, these chicks just have the game twisted in a few areas, not to mention that a bunch of these chicks are really crazy and don't realize it.  Never fear, CJ is here to help give you the extra game that you need to succeed.  Here are five suggestions or thoughts that can help you.

1.You really ain't all that. Ladies, have you made this statement before: I've got a good job, I've got my own crib, and I look halfway decent, I don't know why I can't find a man?.  Okay, let's examine the statement that was just made. Bottom line is you make a little loot and you think you look good.  That's cool, those are definitely some appealing qualities.  
Every dude wants a woman that keeps herself up and can pay for a meal or two.  But chicks with a cute face and big ass come a dime a dozen. What about your personality?  How do you react in a group setting?  Do you talk too much?  Are you the jealous type? Do you have any friends?  Can you cook?  Can you clean?  Do you have a tendency to be crazy at times (aka- do you overact?)
See, a lot of females have the mindset that because they have a corporate job and make over $70,000 that this automatically makes them a good catch. WRONG!  Y'all gotta treat the dating process like an employment process. Your crib and your looks will get you an interview, but you still have to sell yourself once you get inside the office.  If you go into your job interview speaking ebonics, you won't get the job.  And if you try to walk into a relationship without any substance to support your polish, you will get kicked to the curb as soon as we meet  another cute chick at Stonetrail on a Saturday night that makes a little money and has a few less issues than you do.  
So my advice is, look beyond the material things that you have and the makeup that you buy from the MAC store, and see if there are any weaknesses that you can improve upon to make yourself a more complete person.  Oh, and another thing, quit making a big deal about you not having any kids.  Granted, that equates to less baggage and less potential drama, but if you have to sell yourself by indicating that you don't have any kids, then you need help.  Sometimes that can hurt you, especially if you're in your 30's.  The first thing we think is What is so wrong about her that nobody wants to put a baby in her??  Sad, but that's how some guys think.  I'm just being real.  You want the truth, I'm giving you the truth.  Okay, let me move on to the next topic before I say something I will regret.
kids.  Granted, that equates to less baggage and less potential drama, but if you have to sell yourself by indicating that you don't have any kids, then you need help.  Sometimes that can hurt you, especially if you're in your 30's.  The first thing we think is What is so wrong about her that nobody wants to put a baby in her??  Sad, but that's how some guys think.  I'm just being real.  You want the truth, I'm giving you the truth.  Okay, let me move on to the next topic before I say something I will regret.

2. Blend in. This may be the realest thing that I have to say:  A man knows that he has a good woman when she can come over to the crib and we really don't even notice that she is there Let me do my Mike Jones impression and repeat this,  I said A man knows that he has a good woman when she can come over to the crib and we really don't even notice that she is there.  The underlying theme behind this point is level of comfort.  To really go the distance with someone, you have to be friends. 
 Ladies, if you can come over to the crib and be treated like one of the boys, that's a good sign that you are on the right track.  If you come to the crib and the atmosphere is calm and relaxing, you're on the right track.  But if every visit to our crib turns out to be an event,  the relationship won't last very long.   Here are some examples of how you can help accomplish this:
If he's watching the game, don't throw hints about wanting to watch Desperate Housewives or some other show.
The first thing out of your mouth when you walk through the door shouldn't be "I'm hungry" or "What are we going to eat?"  Sit yo azz down on the couch for a few minutes before you start trying to dictate the evening.
If he's focused on the game, or a TV show, don't run your mouth. Shut up, give him peace and quiet, and let him watch his damn show!  Pick up a magazine or something.
If we ask you how was your day, keep the response to less than 15 seconds. We don?t want to hear about the b*** at work that you don't get along with.
 
Don't start going through things when you get to the house.  Sit still in one place. (I know sit still is Country)  Don't start looking at mail on the counter or
fiddling with the coupons in the kitchen drawer.  We get nervous when y'all start messing with stuff.  You might find those Kappa Beach Party pictures from 7
years ago that we've been hiding.
Don't be rushing us when you get to the crib.  Don't say things like "You ain't ready yet??"  Just sit down, shut up, and wait for us to get ready.
 
I realize that the way that I'm communicating this may be coming off as rude, but I'm just trying to break it down for y'all as best I can.  Blending in will get you further than you think.  Once you become an annoyance or high maintenance at the crib, we won't invite you back over.

3.Get some "country" in you. Country girls are bred to take care of their man and find a husband.  They are raised to cook, clean, and cater to their man in other ways that I can't mention here.  These "city girls" are losing out.  These city girls are taught to be independent.  Personally, I think a combination of country and being independent is most desirable, but country girls are trained to find a man and they are good at it too.  See, in the country, there aren't a lot of corporations, so you have more housewives than not.  The country usually has one big factory or plant, and the goal is for these women to pull a man that works at this factory or plant.  
I grew up in the country so I know the deal.  Now that Dallas and other cities are growing, these country girls are moving to these suburbs and are on the prowl, and their skills at pulling a man are more fine-tuned than those of the city girls. Once a guy has had a "country girl", he gets accustomed to certain things.  
If he later dates a city girl, and she doesn't do some of those same things, it puts them at a disadvantage.  I'm not telling y'all to change who you are, but doing some of the following things will help:
Cook!  If you can't cook, learn to cook.  I've seen some females that have no desire to cook whatsoever.  And don't just cook for him, cook enough so that his boys can eat.  That gives you instant props with our boys and they'll keep reminding us that we have a good woman and that we shouldn't mess it up.
If you go to his place, clean up every now and then.  I'm not saying that you should turn into Florence from the Jefferson's, but make an effort every now and then.  We'll reciprocate by washing your car or helping you put together a shelf or a desk or something like that.
When he comes over to your crib, serve him a beer without him having to ask for one.  For extra cool points, drink one with him.  If his beer or drink gets low, automatically refill it for him.
 
Don't be so aggressive all the time.  Let him do the talking sometimes.  We hate it when we go to a restaurant and y'all try to take over.  If someone asks a question to both of you, let him be the first to respond or at least give him the opportunity.
Keep yourself fixed up at all times.  Country girls always keep themselves semi fixed-up because the country is small and you never know who you are going to run into even if you're just going to the convenience store.  City girls tend to only fix themselves up when they're going somewhere special.  Try to take the additional time to be more presentable in front of your man, even if it is just a day where you are lounging around and aren't doing anything special.

4. Find a Balance. This means many things, but a female has to have personal balance to keep the relationship stable.  The balance that I am referring to involves knowing the appropriate point involving crowding your man and giving him his space. I am a big believer that females must have other female friends that they can hang out with from time to time.  There is nothing we hate more than becoming involved with a female that has no friends.  This always leads to problems.  
For starters, we can't get a break.  Instead of you being able to spread out your problems among multiple friends, we always get the phone call when something goes wrong.  Eventually it wears on us when we receive 6 phones calls in a 2 hour period because you feel inclined to update us on any progress involving your issues.  
Second, it makes it tougher for us to go out with our boys.  You may give us some freedom for a month or two to hang out with our boys and play ball,
watch the game, or play some dominoes but there will be that one day that you feel slighted because we didn't ask you to come along with us.  See, a female with friends, have their spa days and that equates to a guy hanging out with his boys.  But if the female has no friends, and watches Lifetime all day, she may get upset if we choose to hang out with our friends instead of hanging out with her, even if we do spend the majority of our time with her anyway.  
On another note, having female friends lets us know that you can get along with other females.  I've always found it strange when a female didn't have any female friends.  It says a lot about their ability to get along with others.  The response I always get is, "Females are messy", so you choose not to deal with them.  That's a cop out.  You don't have to be buddy buddy with these females, but you should still have a set of female friends that you can call up when you want to hang out every now and then.  Bottom line, try to have a few female acquaintances so that you don't end up being a total burden on your man.
 
5. Recognize that you're crazy and try to rehab your "craziness". I won't hammer this issue to death, but here are signs of craziness.  If you have more than two of these qualities, then you need to realize that you are crazy and go to "crazy rehab".  Here they go: 
Have you ever went through your man's things?  E-mail, Cell phone, drawers, phone records, etc.
Have you ever showed up at his crib unannounced?
Have you brought up the term "marriage" less than 3 months into the relationship?
Do you continuously call your man on his cell phone when  he's hanging out with his boyz?
When you've asked to come over just for the night, do you end up bringing a bag for the entire weekend?
Do you always bring up the fact that your mother wants
grand-kids?
Are you always "ready to go" when y'all are hanging out with his friends?
 
Do you ever sit home and drink a whole bottle of wine by yourself?
 
Have you ever threatened to kill your man if he cheats?
 
Do you take any medications for depression?
 
Are you always quick to assume that your man is cheating in situations where you have a difficult time getting a hold of him or his behavior changes?
 
In past relationships, have you ever slashed any tires or broken any windows?
 
Have you told him that he has to get rid of all his platonic female friends?
 
Do you change your hairstyle a lot? (Sign of being unstable).

If you have two or more of these qualities, you have been officially diagnosed as crazy.  The first step is getting past the denial stage.   Please admit that you are a few fries short of a happy meal, or a few sandwiches short of a picnic.  After that has been accomplished, actively work on changing your
behavior.  Don't go through our cell phone or e-mail, and then two weeks later ask us "Who is Keisha?" as if we can't figure out that you've been going through our things.  
When we're out with our boys, make an effort not to bother us and refrain from calling our cell.  Let me have my time to kick it without having to be
interrupted because you're lonely or bored, or just want to talk.  The list goes on and on.  
In closing, if you are able to follow the advice outlined in the 5 points above, you should have no problem keeping or finding a good man. But if you choose to disobey my advice, you may be in for some serious ups and downs.  If you have any questions, please e-mail me at datedoctor@cjspencer.com.
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November 15, 2006

I'm scared...

            I’m scared...

So I have to share this with you guys because this is the tomfoolery that only happens to me!! LOL!!!

So, the other day, on a Saturday to be exact, I was walking home from a very inspiring talk by Alice Walker, and no I didn’t introduce myself to her afterward like I could have because yes I punked out again, for those of you who were curious. ANYWHO....I walking home and I see a man across the street who is waving his arms in the air and yelling something. I look at the gentleman and see that it is a friend of mine from school. So I yell, “HEY!” back and pause from my walking to wait for him to cross the street. The young man runs into the street, which is a very busy main street I’d like to add for the record, and he is almost hit by a truck. As he approaches I realize that this person is not actually my friend from school, Hey my glasses can only do so much for my terrible vision...but rather some man who feels that it is appropriate to yell at some woman he doesn’t know from across the street and almost get killed in the process of getting to her. So I’m concerned. SO he approaches, removes the hood from his sweatshirt, puts out his black and mild cigarette and looks at me...um...yeah...

Finally he speaks...

“How you doing beautiful,”

“I’m fine how are you?”

At this point he proceeds to enter my personal space and attempts to give me a hug.

Whoa...hold on homie...i don’t know you...so I take a step back..

“Oh what’s up... I can’t get a hug...”

 I suppose it was the blank look on my face that prompted him to move forward....

“So I’m sayin, what are you about to do?”

“Oh I’m on my way home.” (STUPID, minus 2 points)

“Oh for real, can I spend some time with you?
“Uh, no, I have a lot of work to do.”

“Oh for real, would I be a distraction?”

“Yes.”

“Oh for real. I just want to be around you, you won’t even know I’m there...”

Insert Blank look here...

“Well I’m sayin’ do you have a number I can call you. I live right down the street, so we can get together all the time...”

“Oh well, I don’t live around here, I’m on my way to my cousin’s house and then I’m going home... (Good save B, +2 Points)

“Well can I get your number then?”

“Why don’t you give me your number...”

“Well I don’t really have a phone right now, I was going to call you from the payphone when I got that chance.”

Hmmm...

“You know, I’m not really interested in dating right now, but you have a good day okay?”

“Alright beautiful. I’ll let you go.”

So in most people’s lives, that would be the end of the story , but oh no, This is Brandelyn we’re talking about....

This morning I was in a coffee shop working when suddenly the extra chair at my table is pulled out. I look up and see the same dude sitting in the chair looking at me. I have to be honest and say that I had to think for a second to place his face but once I figured it out...I was not amused.
“How you doing Beautiful.”

Um....

“Oh are you working.”

Um...

“Am I distracting you?”

“Yes.”

“Would it bother you if I just sat here and looked at you.”

“YES”

“Are you sure you don’t have a phone number?”

“Yes”

He continued to look at me...

“Um, I’m really busy and on a deadline and yes you are distracting me, so it was nice seeing you. Goodbye...”

“SO you’re not into dating right now?”

“Nope.”

“You’re trying to get things in your life together?”

“Sure.”

“Well you know you can’t do it alone. Its not fun doing it alone.”

“Well, I’m having fun and I’m not interested. Goodbye.”

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to work then. But We’ll talk again. Just remember, I don’t give up easily.”

And then he left...Um...I’m scared...

Peace Y’all...

November 14, 2006

Not Quite a poem

And Sometimes I sit

and sometimes I sit
down at my typewriter
and i think
not of someone
cause there isn't anyone
to think
about and i wonder
is it worth it

~Niklki Giovanni

Most of us love from our need to love not
because we find someone deserving

most of us forgive because we have trespassed not
because we are magnanimous

most of us comfort because we need comforting
our ancient rituals demand that we give
what we hope to receive
and how do we judge a man

~Nikki Giovanni

 

It’s been a minute since I’ve had the desire to write, but I’m back.

I had to go through some stuff, had to acknowledge some things in my life, but I’m back, Grateful, in hindsight of course,

That depression came to visit

Because now the outlook is new

Friendships and relationships

Are new

My life and things I am trying to do with it

Are new

I had to be down to be able to look up,

And it was terrible and unpleasant,

But the crutches I didn’t even know I was carrying

Had to be released

And I had to learn to walk again

On my own again

Relationships needed to be sold again

Renewed again

Reevaluated again

To be new again

So I’m back.

In a new and different way,

Applying some of the lessons I’ve learned

And making them work for my benefit

So, with that I’m back.

 

Peace Y’all...

B

             

 

November 01, 2006

How Sweet it is!!

Quote of the day:

"Sometimes I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can anyone deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me." - Zora Neale Hurston

 

            Yesterday was an interesting day. I had to go to the post office and as I pulled my ticket and read number 91 and saw that we are number 70 with two people working in the back, I knew that I’d be there for a while. Luckily, it was Halloween in Berkeley so there was plenty to keep me entertained. I’d have to say that one of the many highlights was seeing the man dressed in the skin tight, and I do mean skin tight royal blue track suit, with a red cape, complete with clothespin holding it together in the front and red and green converse with the cuffs of his pants tucked into them, furthering the tightness of his pants, pull back his red plastic cowboy hat (?) and actually judge the woman who sat next to him wearing the hot pink wig with matching hot pink ripped shirt for the inappropriateness of her outfit. I couldn’t figure out what either one of them were, I was assuming that he was some sort of Urban cowboy/superman, or maybe it was just a regular Tuesday for him, who knows, but I did have to give him points for nostalgia’s sake for the clothespin holding the cape on. The woman, I couldn’t call that one at all, my only guess was that she was the lead singer of the 80’s cartoon the Jets, but I don’t remember seeing any breasts on that show. Either way, it was too much. However, the award goes to the man I saw the day before Halloween, standing on the corner wearing a black and yellow horizontally stripped tube top, a yellow tutu, yellow track shorts that were frighteningly short, yellow and black knee socks, wings and antennas on his head smoking a cigarette, handing out candy. Did I ever tell you how much I love Berkeley?

            I was never really allowed to do the whole Halloween thing as a kid. I think I got a couple of tricks or treats in, but Mom and Nana weren’t really into the whole Halloween thing. Needless to say, as an adult, I have never felt the need to celebrate. I do have some sense of the holiday spirit and dressed up yesterday as a writer. Hey, I pulled the suede loafers out for that one. One thing I have truly learned to appreciate about the day is all of the candy that is now sitting in Walgreens marked at 50 to 75% off waiting for me to take advantage! HA! Happy Day After Halloween everyone!!

Peace Y’all

B

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