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April 30, 2007

A Call to Action and A Bone to Pick

This past weekend a friend of mine was in town and wanted to go to campus. So we hit up all of the usual places including a store called Futura, which I have frequented myself on more than a few occasions. We went downstairs into the basement and I was shocked to see a t-shirt that said “Rutgers Nappy Headed Ho’s Basketball team” complete with a  picture of a basketball with an afro. To make a long story short several students and alumni were able to stop selling that shirt all together and now we are targeting the company that created that and several other extremely offensive shirts. I am extremely excited and proud of the people of all ethnicities who are taking part of this effort but that is not the purpose of this blog. I have a bone to pick.

            In order to rally people who cared into this effort I created a group on Facebook. There was an immediate response and people were on it. I was so excited. But then came the back lash. People began leaving posts on the wall of the group not only discounting the efforts of the individuals involved but also in the overall purpose of these actions. In addressing this I am not discounting the validity of their statements. There are huge problems in the Black community. There is a blatant lack of respect and subtly. The entertainers do need to be held accountable. Parents need to start teaching their kids to respect themselves and each other. There is an epidemic of AIDS and HIV in the black community, yes, all of these things are ramped in our community and there ARE efforts being made to combat these problems. But the things that bothered me the most about these comments were A. The sarcasm, B. the lack of knowledge and understanding on the topics that were being discussed and the efforts behind them and C. and most importantly, the lack of action behind them.

The problem with complainers is that complaining is usually all that they do. I created this group and am pursing this goal because for the most part people would go into that same store, see the shirt, shake their heads and walk out irritated, but not doing anything about it. In fact I almost did the same thing until I was told that the shirt would never be taken down and I needed to get over it by one of the sales associates. I personally love a challenge, and now the shirt is gone. Why? Because I took action; and that is the moral of this story.

            Complainers always have excuses as to why they can’t make things happen. I’m too young, I’m still in school, no one else cares. Complete and utter excuses. I say if you are going to complain about the issues in the black community and look down your nose at the efforts of people who are trying to make a change, no matter how ridiculous you may think it is, then you better have a laundry list of real activities underneath your belt because otherwise you are making yourself look bad. What good does it do to point out all of the things that aren’t being done if you aren’t doing anything about it yourself? What good is it to complain about groups on campus throwing parties, playing rap music that use explicit language, talks about degrading women and promotes a materialistic lifestyle, when you are there, paying your money, dancing to the rap songs that degrade women and doing just as much to support these things you are against? What good does it do to complain about groups raising money for the so called wrong reasons when you have just as much space and opportunity to do your own fundraising for the right ones? I’m sure that there are no complaints when people are recipients of the scholarships and awards these campus groups raise money to give out. The city of San Francisco has an AIDS walk annually, do you participate? The City of Oakland hosted the March of Dimes walk this past weekend. Where you there? It is very easy to whine and complain and be upset and displace your own inaction by pointing out flaws in someone else. But the cliché ‘actions speak louder than words’ was said for this specific reason. If you want to get angry and discount the efforts of your people and the work they are doing that is your right. But I have to answer a question that was asked.

“When will black people stop being blind to their own reality? When will black people start to realize that they are their own downfall? When will they start to care?”

            The answer to that question is EDUCATION. Perhaps before we start asking questions such as these we should research and become a part of organizations that are working to make changes. Perhaps before we start asking these questions we should have a firm understanding of what the real issues are instead of standing underneath the umbrella of generalization and yelling out that AIDS are killing our people. Perhaps once you actually get involved with conscious efforts and start actually invoking these changes you would like to see then you would stop complaining and asking these types of questions and start asking What can I do to help.

Peace Y’all

B

April 25, 2007

I'm Just Sayin' Volume 11

I’m just sayin’ Volume 11...

 

I was reading through my old blogs yesterday and decided I needed to bring I’m just Sayin’ back. So here we go...

 

How could I have not known?! This morning as I completed my daily routine of shower, dress, breakfast, bounce, I walked into my living room to turn off the tv and was immediately greeted by Tevin Campbell singing “Back to the world.” Now as I watched this video I noticed his twists with the burned ends, his metallic outfits and his complete and total disassociation from the girl in his video and it hit me, HOW DID I NOT SEE THAT THAT MAN WAS GAY?! In high school, they used to call me Mrs. Campbell because I was sooo in love with him. I used to buy Word Up magazine and cut his pictures out and put them up on my wall. I had every single album and even used my babyface to get in back stage at the Holiday Cool Down just so I could meet him. I refused to watch the Fresh Prince of Bel Air for a month after he kissed Ashley on the cheek during her birthday party. Of course, let me not forget to mention the 3 hour bus trips from Pasadena to the Third street promenade just because Word Up told me that he liked to frequent a French fry place there. (Mom did you know about that?! LOL!!!) Yes, I was young and he was my Hollywood crush. But as I watched that video this morning, the signs were so clear. Matter of fact, there were no signs, it was just straight up laid out for all to see! Man...How could I have not known?! I’m just sayin’.... (Oh and keep your comments clean Amarra! LOL!!!)

 

LA Is never too far away...As much as I try and claim the Bay with all of my might, there is a little part of me that will never forget where I came from. The side of me that will always involuntarily represent Los Angeles whether I like it or not. This side of me only comes out when I am behind the wheel. I don’t know what happens. Outside of the car I am talking about peace and love, butterflies and social justice, but the minute I slide into my car and turn the key, LA just comes pouring out of me. The speed limit is for suckers! I’ve got places to be! People get honked at, I’m weaving in and out of traffic, knocking bicyclers off of there bikes, threatening anyone who dares step out off of the curb, I get vicious. I don’t even know it’s happening until I see the look of shock on my passengers face, or on the person I almost hit with my car who was in my way. And please don’t even get me started on Pigeons. They don’t even stand a chance. Now I don’t want you to think I’m ripping through every city, causing havoc everywhere I go, no, I’m not a blip on my local sheriff’s radar. I keep it cool, but there are those moments when I will dip in and out of the lanes and throw a dirty look at someone as I drive along drinking my coffee and talking to my Rose on my Cell phone. So the moral of the story is no matter how accurate my Thizz face becomes. How many e-40 songs I memorize or how many Angela Davis lectures I attend, the fact of the matter is, LA is never far away.

 

Peace Y’all

B

April 24, 2007

Adios Cable!

For the past few months I have been spending way too much time and money on Amazon buying DVD’s. I told myself that I was going to turn my cable off soon and I was going to need something to entertain me in the mean time. In theory, this logic made sense, but it never worked out in actuality. So this morning as I was doing my usual lap around Lake Merritt, I decided that the time had come and I needed to stop playing games. So, ladies and gentlemen, in exactly one week, I will no longer have cable. I know myself and have come to the conclusion that telling myself I’m not going to watch TV doesn’t work. As my 04 will be quick to bust me out and note that my plan to only watch one hour of tv a day, hasn’t worked since I was 8 years old, and even then I would sneak and watch TV from the hallway. So yes, I have to resort to drastic measures and make it happen. This is a big step for me because I have been spending an embarrassing amount of time in front of the television and now I know that I will have to put this new found free time to good use and actually get some work done. I wonder if I will still be surprised by deadlines and caught off guard by the numbers on the calendar? I wonder if I will be actually complete numbers one through five on my long list of things to do. I wonder if my apartment will actually stay clean and if I will actually read some of the books that are collecting dust on my bookshelf. I’m excited and a bit nervous about this because I know how I get when I go into writers mode. When I am so focused on my projects that days will go by without me communicating with people, and not even really think anything of it. Whatever the case, this is going to be fun. Interesting if nothing else. One good thing is that it will cause me to spend more time outside. Especially now that the weather is nice. Wait a minute, is this excitement I feel? I’ll definitely keep you posted and hopefully my blogs will begin to get a lot more interesting! LOL!
Peace y’all

B

April 23, 2007

How Ice Cream almost caused me to go to Jail

Yesterday I went to this spot by my house to get some of their homemade ice cream and I got into an argument with homegirl who was serving me. It went something like this...

Me: Hi, I’d like to get a medium handpacked with Rocky Road and Butter Brickle please.

Her: Okay, but are you sure you don’t want to get a half gallon size? It’s cheaper and it’s all ready for you to take now.

Me: Can I get two flavors in the half gallon?

Her: No, it’s already pre packaged.

Me: Then I’d like what I asked for.

Her: Are you sure...

Me: Sweetie, *eyebrow raised at this point, Please just give me what I asked for.

Her: *let’s out a deep breath and brings over the large size container: You should get a large because the medium is very small and...

Me: Okay, I’m not quite sure what difficulties you are having in simply giving me what I asked for, but it seems pretty clear. I would like *black girl attitude comes seeping out of my voice at this point and there was definitely an inkling of a neck roll at this moment, a Medium, with Rocky Road and Butter Brickle

Her: But it doesn’t make sense. Why don’t you just get a large and...

At this point I felt the spirit of Madea trying to come over me but I had just gotten out of church and was not in the mood for going to jail, so I took a deep breath and asked Jesus to be a fence around me...

Me: Can you get the manager please?

Her: *eye brow goes up, hand goes on hip and neck definitely rolls,  Why do you need the manager?

Me: *once again calling on the power of the most high to keep from jumping over the ice cream counter and showing her how much Oakland has truly infiltrated my life, Because you are clearly unable to process my request and I would like to speak to someone who understands what I am saying and chances are, that would be the manager.

            *SIDEBAR: Have you ever wondered how many times you have been in danger and never actually knew it?

Her: *sucking her teeth, Hold on....

She goes in the back and gets the manager and he comes out and I explain to him what is going on. He cannot make sense as to why old girl wanted to get into an argument with me instead of giving me what I asked for. So he upgraded me to a large and I paid the medium price.

Moral of the story: Clearly if I am prepared to go to jail over some ice cream, it is evident that I am at the end of my rope and a real life vacation is desperately needed. And I do mean desperately. For now, I will simply enjoy my day off today and finally clean my apartment!

Peace Y’all

B

April 19, 2007

Focus People

I have been following the whole Virginia Tech situation very closely and I truly have no words. As more and more information comes to light, there are all these discussions happening about how something like this can be prevented. The sad and truly scary thing is that it couldn’t have been. That man was genuinely disturbed, he hade major issues and it was not a secret. The university tried to get him help and they acknowledged that he had issues, but really it is impossible to truly imagine that something that this could ever happen. One of the truly sad things about this type of situation is the aftermath. I was on campus the other day leaving a meeting and I was walking behind two students who were discussing Virginia Tech and the things that were coming out of their mouths was really sad. Now all of a sudden every Asian student who walked past them was a potential killer and they were saying that the Asian students needed to be monitored more closely. This is exactly the problem with our society. Because one person does something horrible, now all of a sudden, every person who looks like them, or fits their racial profile, is the same exact way. How can we get this to stop? You now have the entire country of South Korea jumping through hoops trying to make sure that we (AMERICA) understands that they had nothing to do with this incident. Of course they didn’t! And why are they going through all of this? Because they know how we are. Suddenly things will get funny with South Korea because of one incident. I’m not downplaying what happened. It was horrible and unbelievable and I know that it will be a long time coming before true healing comes, but we need to look at the individual for his choices and leave it at that. That man made those choices and decided to do what he did. He did it on his own, for his own beliefs and his own reasons. It is so easy to point fingers and place the blame on whatever you can, as long as its not you. As long as it’s clear that you are and your people had nothing to do with this, it’s all good. Instead of pointing fingers and placing blame why don’t we focus on what’s important? People lost their lives, people were injured, people are scarred for life. There is no point in trying to point fingers and place blame. We know who did it, and we know why. The questions have been answered. Now its time to really focus and begin to heal.

Peace Y’all

B

April 13, 2007

The Future of Poetry

Happy Friday everyone! This has been an interesting week to say the least. On Wednesday and Thursday I was asked to do a presentation on Poetry to an after school program that a friend of mine runs called Berkeley Scholars to Cal. The presentation I did yesterday was really fun and I asked the students to write Haiku’s and I promised them that I would post a few of them on my blog today. So ladies and gentleman, I present

 

Poetry from Longfellow Middle School Berkeley Scholars to Cal Program:

 

 

Show me what is wrong

Can you lead me to the light

Show me what is right

            Dolani Age 13

 

Waiting, lay in bed

Slowly Waiting for darkness

Just waiting for death

            Julian Age 12

 

Flower in the Breeze

Blowing swiftly thru the trees

Trying not to fall

            Matthew Age 13

 

 

These kids really surprised me with how seriously they took this project and I was also really surprised with how many of them wanted to share. I was really impressed with this group of students and it really affirmed for me that I need to get my creative writing non-profit off of the ground. So to all of the scholars who were brave enough to express themselves through their poems...You are all now officially Poets! The Arts are not dead, just bracing itself for the next generation.

Peace Y’all

B

April 10, 2007

Wouldn't it be nice....

Wouldn’t it be nice....

Wouldn’t it be nice if your favorite books and movies and television shows came with a wrap up disc? For example, have you ever read a book and as soon as you finished the last sentence a million questions began running through your head? Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a nice little synopsis that let you know if Carrie and Big’s relationship worked out, or if Charlotte and Harry got their baby? Or what really happened to the family in the Darkest Child?  It is slightly irritating to get all wrapped up in the lives of these fictitious characters and then be left unsatisfied at the end of their story. I’m just sayin....

 

Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a website where you could type in the last book you read and it would create a reading list of books you would like based off of your last read. Kind of like Netflix. It would be nice to have that type of decision made for you. Imagine how much more money the literary industry would make if it was that easy. How many times have you wandered into Barnes and Noble and walked out with nothing because the selection was just overwhelming? Maybe I could make that website happen. Hmmm....Yancie? You down?

 

Wouldn’t it be nice if people were punished properly for their crimes? For example, Don Imus goes on air and decides that it is perfectly acceptable to call Black women “nappy Headed ho’s” and instead of being fired, he is suspended for two weeks. His job is supposedly dangling in the balance, but as long as he keeps his word that he won’t do it again, he’ll be back on the air in two weeks. The funny thing is that if we were all honest, his fro rivals my own, so which would you like to be Imus...the pot or the kettle?

 

Wouldn’t it be nice of ‘society’ didn’t exist? If society didn’t exist then the pressure we put on ourselves would no longer exist. So as I sit at home watching Corrine Bailey Rae’s new video I wouldn’t hear my friends say, “Okay, girl, I see you with the crooked teeth. Go ahead, represent.” I hadn’t even noticed her teeth, I was focused on how cute her dress was...Or when watching John Legend I wouldn’t hear “Um, John sweetie, we could have done a crunch or two before shooting this video.” I was focused on how cute the video was. If society didn’t exist, our focus wouldn’t be on the physical, but rather, on something more important?

 

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could have the best of both worlds? If I could have my way, my Rose would move back to the bay and we could go back to the days of chicken nuggets and pasta roni. Don’t forget the Sunset Blush. I would really love to go back to those days.

 

Wouldn’t it be nice if possums didn’t exist?!! My walk this morning turned into a jog as I passed a car and looked down and saw the beady eyes of a possum looking at me. Then this thing had the audacity to take a step toward me as though he was challenging me. Why are there possums in Oakland anyway?! And any possum brave enough to venture his way through Oakland is not one I’m trying to mess with! Paula did not raise a fool! I broke out and made it down to the lake in record time. But again I ask, why are there possums in OAKLAND?!

 

I’m just sayin’

Peace Y’all
B

 

 

April 09, 2007

Plight of the Narcoleptic

Disclaimer: I was too sleepy to edit this...so....yeah... 

Man, I have no idea what it is about today, but I cannot get it together. I woke up half an hour late, but decided to get up and walk anyway. I made it slowly through my walk, listening to about 50 songs on my mp3 player, practically sleeping as I strolled, barely making it through. When I got home, it took me forever to get into the shower, get out of the shower, get dressed and get out of the door. As I was driving, I was incredibly sleepy and I had no idea why. I went to bed pretty early, but who knows. I got to work and realized that I left my laptop at home and am now going back to the days of the underground using one of the main computers to type this blog. My boss keeps sticking his head in on me, sure that I am doing something I shouldn’t, (I am, but for real, back up off me) so I keep another work related document open and ready to go, just in case. 8 weeks and counting. I think I may just go home now and work from home because whatever this heaviness is, I can’t fight it. I’m about to go to sleep as we speak? Is it because I’ve been working out 5 days a week? I thought working out was supposed to give you more energy and make you love life more! Since I got serious, I’ve been crazy sleepy and unable to wake completely up. What’s up with that? Maybe it’s my diet too. I’ve been living on strawberries and whipped cream since our book club meeting on Saturday. In fact, yesterday was the first real meal I’d had for at least a couple of days (Shout out to my bay area mama for the Easter Feast!) Whatever it is, I can’t call it, but I’m tired of waking up in my own apartment, trying to figure out where I am. This is crazy. Normally in this situation, I would simply stop working out and go back to my old ways, but my walks in the morning have become ‘my time.’ I can work out whatever thoughts have been muddled in my head; I can plan out everything I need to get done for the day; basically that is my alone time to not have to do anything but be me and having that time gets me through the day. But, um, something is going to have to work itself out because I can’t feel great for an hour and a half and feel like a zombie for the other 22 and half. Something has got to change. Yeah, I think I’m going to home and work from home the rest of the day. My narcolepsy is keeping me from being productive in the office. LOL! Hopefully I’ll get it together! Peace!

B

April 05, 2007

How Much You Meant to me By Lawrence Young

The following is an amazing piece of work by an incredible man who I feel should teach classes or something on courting women, but that’s just me. I would love to get feedback and opinions on this piece!

How Much You Meant To Me

I want you to stop being so Beautiful so I can stop being a fool . . .

'Cause we both know that's the only errand I can run

While I'm chasing you in this love sick daze

Making that mad dash to make you mine

Though it seems like every time

I get close you push back the finish line

But that's okay . . . I'll keep running

You see, I know it pays to be a gentleman

But it's hard to be gentle when

The only time I hear from you is every now and then

I've already picked flowers and plucked petals to see if you love me

Now all I do is pull weeds as I pass by

You love me not . . . you love me not . . . you love me not

Until my hands bleed and until I concede to the fact that . . . you love me not

If I called every time I wanted to talk to you

Whenever you picked up your phone I'd be on the other end saying "hello"

That's how much you meant to me

Which means little in the grand scheme of things apparently

Or else you'd be here next to me

Instead of me standing here alone for the world to see

Reciting poetry

Hopefully the next man won't care so deeply

And please believe me when I tell you, you were the apple of my eye

Metamorphosize in to the forbidden fruit hanging from the tree of knowledge of

love and heartbreak . . . happiness and heartache . . . completeness

And an emptiness not capable of being captured in words so I choose not to speak on it

What do you want from me?

All I want to know now is what do you want from me?

Cause even now it's but only a word and it's done

I think you're the one

That's why I want you to stop being so sensual so I can sate my need for your presence

All I wanted was to bathe in your essence

But you pulled the plug before I even got a toe in the tub

Did I only have time for a shower?

Our well being, being the only thing I was seeing

It's the tunnel vision of love

Which may explain why we failed to see eye to eye

I putting in mad work you putting in mad flirt

But failing to follow through which left me to do what?

I will give you this much . . . you appreciated every gesture

But instead of me being your king I became more your jester

Amusement tonight my queen?

Or maybe I am the king, the king of fools

To be used for sacrifice at festivals end

If I came by every time I wanted to see you

Whenever you opened your door I'd be standing there on you welcome mat saying "hello"

That's how much you meant to me

But it wasn't meant to be so I'll be going now

How sweet it could have been

And my pen can't capture my disappointment

And my words won't express how deep my feeling run

And there I go again chasing you in what I thought would have been a sprint

But turned out to be a marathon

I went the distance and you became distant

I went the extra mile while your mind was a mile away

You asked for an inch and I begged you to take a yard and instead you took your smile away

Why'd you take your smile away?

That's why I want you to stop being you so I'll want you no longer

Cause I hunger for you like a child hunger for food in a starving African nation

Hungry . . . like a rap cat looking for a deal

Hungry . . . like a stray cat looking for a meal

Hungry . . . like a power monger on Capital Hill

It was far too easy for you to say that you knew how I feel

As I starved myself for affection hoping you had the intention

To sustain me as only you could

And I see now that you are someone that I will never have

And I laugh at the concept of you and I becoming "us"

As much as I wanted it, as much as you flaunted it

As much as we would honor it if it ever came to pass

I laugh because if I didn't . . . I may have to shed a tear

Even now my heart drops every time I pass your street because I can't even speak on the rocky road that may lay ahead

Instead I can only speak on the road not taken

And I know it's your loss

But I can't help but feel that somehow it's my loss too

Because in another place and in another time we could have had something so beautiful

 If you were with me every time I wanted you

Whenever I looked next to me you'd be there . . . hello

That's just how much you meant to me

~Lawrence Young

April 03, 2007

Black America

Sometimes I feel like my life comes full circle and the things that I experience are not new or even surprising. The other day, my friend and I went to see Blades of Glory and we had about an hour before the show started so we went to Borders to hopefully find a good book. Yeah right. We rolled to the minuscule black section, which was literally one small shelf and I don’t know why, but I found myself shocked by the titles that accosted my eyes. “The Good Girls pole riding club” and “Thong on Fire,” sat right next to the 30 copies of “Their Eyes were Watching God” and “The Color Purple.” As I continued to glance over the dozens of Zane books, I really began to wonder, where is Black America heading?

            Last night I found myself excited about watching the finale of I Love New York. The show I swore up and down I would not support, eventually became a part of my weekly routine. As I watched a Black woman behave in a truly sad manner, and as I watched a black man berate her, I really got sad. Every day it seems that there are more and more negative stereotypes being perpetuated around Black people. The truly sad part is that the media isn’t even responsible anymore. We are. We are the one who are falling into the ‘Sex sells’ trap and allowing our brothers and sisters to be exploited so some higher up can sit in his office and collect the dollars. Our sections in national bookstores are filled with Toni Morrison and Zane, with very little in between. It truly is no wonder why our kids are starting to have sex in elementary school and discuss their sexual exploits with pride, young brothers earning an invisible badge of honor for each young woman they desecrate. It is no wonder our young sisters don’t know that it is okay not to give a man your body just to get his attention, and that it is not a sign of affection to call your friend Bitch as though it was her name. Where are the positive role models? Now even the teenage television shows and music is focused on sex and getting ahead. Where are the mentors and adults who are willing to step out of their “I gotta get mine” mentality and teach our kids that this is not okay?

            We need to take back our culture. We need to take back all of the beautiful and powerful pieces of our past and apply them to our future. Or better yet, we need to take those things and apply them to our right now. Maybe I’m getting older, but it irritates me to see young black kids standing on the corner screaming and running around and cussing and looking like they are ready to fight. Who can teach our kids to have more pride in themselves, in where they come from? Allowing our children to assimilate into “popular culture’ is going to eventually kill off any sense of self we may have. Pretty soon drinking water will be completely replaced by drinking red soda. Reading will be completely replaced by television and I wouldn’t even be surprised if Black face came back into the mainstream. Something has to be done. Some changes have to be made. I long for the day when I can walk into a book store and not see images of Black women sliding down poles and bending over to show their thong on the covers of books. I long for the day when music videos will make sense and being half naked won’t be the mark of success.

            To all of my fellow artists, it’s up to us to start taking things back. We have such an opportunity to do something powerful.  Maybe this revolution can start with us. I know I’m ready.

Peace Y’all

B

April 02, 2007

ABC, ABY

ABC, ABY

 

            As I sit back and bask in my “Tsunami of Swagger” (shout out to Will Ferrell) I can’t help but to be excited about the change in season. I took the last few days off from work and really soaked in life. I went wherever the wind blew me, woke up when I wanted and found myself to be incredibly productive, I could certainly get used to that. It seems like this good feeling is contagious because it seems like the bay is chillen as well. All is well in the “Town”.

            I’ve also been in a very creative place lately. I’ve been blessed to have all different sources of inspiration, a lot of that coming from music. The other morning, I woke up before the sun and for some reason, could not go to sleep. So, I did the unthinkable and got dressed and went for a walk around the lake. I recently finally figured out how to use my MP3 player and put more than one album on there so I’ve been enjoying my non stop mix of all of my favorite songs. So anyway, as I walked one of Mos Def’s songs came on and although I’d heard that particular song a bunch of times, this was the first time I’d actually listened to it. He was talking about the lessons he would teach his kids and how these lessons need to be taught in schools around the country and adopted by adults as well. The lessons of ABC and ABY, Always Be Cool, Always Be You. For some reason this concept really soaked into my mind and I felt it. Always Be Cool, and Always Be You and it seems like things fall into their proper perspectives. It did for me at least! LOL. I realized that I haven’t been practicing what I preach, so I’m going to start! I’m going to do me and see what happens from there. But I must warn all of those in my vicinity that the Tsunami of Swagger is strong and you may just get sucked in! LOL!

            I pray all is well with everyone!

PeACE

B


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