tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38395357015283160452024-03-19T10:17:46.820+01:00Self Proclaimed Bad AssIm kinda hot so I can say and do whatever I wantMAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-35949133093562118002009-01-17T13:47:00.003+01:002009-01-17T13:52:30.350+01:00Philip Gray is a Genius<span style="font-size:130%;">Inauguration Blues, no I'm not goin to DC!<br /></span>By Philip Gray<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Question - Where are all of those buses going? Do all of these folks really BELIEVE they are actually gon get anywhere NEAR the ceremony? Brothers and Sistas, we can't all go to Washington for the ceremony. The city ain't but so big! "D.C." is smaller than Queens. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You wasn't ALL INVITED! I heard of one church that has FIFTY buses going to Washington! Have ya'll all lost yo minds?! FIFTY BUSES! Where they gonna go? AN' you know some our folks don't do well in the cold! What's Sista Jones and her bad hip gonna do standin on the lawn for three or four hours when it's 10 degrees out? </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">First of all, you know she can't walk from where yall gon hafta leave the bus to where you gon hafta stan', which is gonna be 'bout five MILES from where duh President 's gonna be! An' y'all know ya can't be draggin' all yo lawnchairs, beachchairs, piknik chairs an tables wid cha! You gonna hafta stand all through the ceremony. 'Sides, by the time all them bad hips an' bad knees gits down there to the lawn, the ceremony be 'bout over! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">That brings ta mind another thing! Y'all needs to leave on time! This ain't goan be like no church piknik or barbeque, an' it sho ain't gon start two or three hours late like some gospel show. Now Bam is a brotha, but he know how to handle his bizness! He don't run on CP time! Them folks ain't gon stand out in that cold all mornin' waitin for the 10,000 buses and vans comin' from all over to get there. You church folks migh jes as well plan on leaving Sunday mornin' - do all yore singin' an' prayin' on the road! Psalm 95 on I-95! (Check it out - it fits!) </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">An' y'all best be plannin' on leavin right afta the ceremony. They ain't gon let y'all jes tie up Pennsylvania Avenue all daggone day! I can hear it now: "WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE THE LAWN - STEP BACK OFF THE LAWN!" </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">They ain't gonna wait while 20 million black folks line up to have they picture taken standin' in front of the Capitol. AN' all your marchin' bands, steel pan ensembles, step teams, drill teams, Pee-Wee football, cheerleaders, church choirs, jump-rope teams, Elks, Masons, Bisons, Shriners, Miners, Whiners, Evening Stars, Morning Stars, Falling Stars, Alphas, Deltas, Sigmas, Kappas, Phi Beta Slammas, and fine Gamma Hammas cannot ALL be in the pararde. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">If you ain't got an invitation ALREADY, you ain't invited! So jes plan on goin' down, an' soon as you inside the city limits - get off the bus, take your pictures and LEAVE, cause with alla you peeples tryin to git there at the same time, the closest you likely to get to the capitol will probably be Baltimore in the north and Richmond to the South! Make sure that you SCHEDULE your time off, an' that includes Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Brack can't be callin' all your employers, an' being stuck in traffic on I-95 comin' from the Inauguration don't get you no kinda administrative leave! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">One other thing - remember "back-in-the-day" when we was all still upset about racism in America, an' many of us was convinced that THE MAN was constantly plottin' our extermination?! Remember when everything was seen as an act of racial GENOCIDE! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Welfare Reform; requirements that college athletes meet academic standards to be eligible to play; the DISPROPORTIONATE number of brothas in PRISON; drugs; raising academic standards; even birth control! Well, just suppose there was a way to get ALL of the black people together in one place at the same time. Then it would be relatively easy to get rid of them. Well, as it seems like just about every black person in America is plannin' on bein' at the Inauguration, you don't suppose that all of this could be part of some sinister MASTER PLAN to get rid of black people, do you? </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">For mysef, I plan on stayin' home that day an' watchin' everything on the tee-vee. l 'll probably see mo of it than any of y'all. Besides, all that aroma of all that perfume, hair stylin' chemicals, curried goat and fried chicken on a bus for 16 hours would drive me plum crazy. On the other hand, I might jes go down to the church that mornin' an' make a few bucks sellin' some brown-paper-bag-gourmet-food. Besides, there's gotta be at least ONE person left to tell about all this.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Anyway, I hope you have a great time and keep Brack an' his family in your prayers! Oh yeah, remember - Jan 20, 2009 @ 7:30 p.m. sharp! No matter where you are, or what you doin' - it's time for the National Electric Slide! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Slide to the Left! Slide to the Right! Now ev ree bo dee clap yo hands! </span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-37242981117166531772008-12-21T22:12:00.001+01:002008-12-21T22:13:54.928+01:00The Hairdresser<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBf8uZA3O2dGfSG5TNtykBev3PcKLIAeCkPF2X098DYo4t6YoYERHaKkfHVnfWt5_UddQfvhtRzZaMBQAoKZnSYAKJDfe67x7SeuvTfacMWG1IpH7ciWmlx7E45uPp8fWqSbaAHQrHqvO/s1600-h/Beauty---hair-stylist_web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282354604257367506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBf8uZA3O2dGfSG5TNtykBev3PcKLIAeCkPF2X098DYo4t6YoYERHaKkfHVnfWt5_UddQfvhtRzZaMBQAoKZnSYAKJDfe67x7SeuvTfacMWG1IpH7ciWmlx7E45uPp8fWqSbaAHQrHqvO/s400/Beauty---hair-stylist_web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh my God.<br /><br />I love my new hairdresser.<br /><br />She was confident and Bad Ass.<br /><br />She had this assistant and was like a surgeon.<br /><br />Hands on her hips, then hand out<br /><br />"Millimeter comb!"<br /><br />"Scissors"<br /><br />"Brush"<br /><br />Damn she had command of the room.<br /><br />And she was like, " You are my new client and I guarantee you wont ever go to the old hairdresser after today. Get up and go to make-up!"<br /><br />I hadn't actually asked for make-up, but I got my ass up and went<br /><br />She was cool like that<br /><br />If I weren't already bad ass myself, I would want to be her.<br /></span></div>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-79485496076863249812008-12-04T22:28:00.013+01:002008-12-21T22:21:02.550+01:00Declaration of War<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKxid-NnQgdumZATcr0tA4sLul8pGI5USXLA7PY4pv0O_bLHOqy0R5f1mXkHBTikhreAyQq80GGwUm3MXKL5LY9O9aduK5LUujHQpMfPvqUiOkhyphenhyphenDdV6f_vBCePNWBz0GAtpb9pv92Chyphenhyphen/s1600-h/declared.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276056298733362242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKxid-NnQgdumZATcr0tA4sLul8pGI5USXLA7PY4pv0O_bLHOqy0R5f1mXkHBTikhreAyQq80GGwUm3MXKL5LY9O9aduK5LUujHQpMfPvqUiOkhyphenhyphenDdV6f_vBCePNWBz0GAtpb9pv92Chyphenhyphen/s400/declared.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Hear ye, Hear ye</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm taking my shit back. Yeah that's right. Your time is up.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Just because I got girly and sentimental and vulnerable, it did not give you the right to attack. In fact, that you had to wait for me to show an ounce of feeling to strike, <em>makes me laugh <strong>Out Loud</strong>.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Did you think that I couldn't handle it?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Did you think that I was going to hide from you forever?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Did you think I wouldn't come back twice as strong and trice as Bad Ass?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Rising to challenges is what I do.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You played the wrong card with me. I expected more from an adversary such as yourself.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I will love. I will love. I will love.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And I will hold my head high while doing it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I will not hide. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am declaring war. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">On you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And my army will follow me into battle.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And they have names.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You have 24 hours to pack up and get the fuck out.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">24 hours.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is me being nice.</span> </div>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-25482885981339126972008-11-30T14:36:00.002+01:002008-11-30T14:53:45.637+01:00I'm Such a Girl<span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah, I cried...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And I made my husband watch, like, 3 times.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He is currently walking around the house humming the tune of this song.<br /></span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-14586216265595344622008-11-27T20:20:00.005+01:002008-11-27T20:25:11.551+01:00Weather Gods<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3IniENpeT8aSVXwmuDDe0UaBoxsc42Ad3wheH9kcuPUsmg28T0gzaMtZRYsgFzvZGYWVruppdBjeONguP2_6Mp4pEQgryYYW9mjbdpGL8xL4vohv77lu7Hh3eFHOPyIm85XcF7bvzmTd/s1600-h/450_cold_080228.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273419435695238002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3IniENpeT8aSVXwmuDDe0UaBoxsc42Ad3wheH9kcuPUsmg28T0gzaMtZRYsgFzvZGYWVruppdBjeONguP2_6Mp4pEQgryYYW9mjbdpGL8xL4vohv77lu7Hh3eFHOPyIm85XcF7bvzmTd/s400/450_cold_080228.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Weather Gods,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I would like to just remind you that I live on the Italian Riviera where '<strong><em>winter</em></strong>' is just supposed to be a figure of speech.</span><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I dont know, just in case you forgot, or something.</span><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sincerely,</span><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">MAds</span><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ps Happy Thanksgiving!</span></div><div></div><div></div>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-6136795816853266312008-11-27T00:17:00.005+01:002008-11-27T00:33:00.646+01:00Looking Forward<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd6sNBylk3pt0VUSfYpfr4Y43WgbNspVBZkGx-tjVcc70f69QSFoS-wf3WAUVsg2wqnRnb12WXh0yUHHMW0A6hb8PxuaB7mwI6HKYGFFn0wRs0PeK-crXxlFYR74RpO5ituIHv2SH1PDp/s1600-h/Chris+is+innocent.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273111045883362994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd6sNBylk3pt0VUSfYpfr4Y43WgbNspVBZkGx-tjVcc70f69QSFoS-wf3WAUVsg2wqnRnb12WXh0yUHHMW0A6hb8PxuaB7mwI6HKYGFFn0wRs0PeK-crXxlFYR74RpO5ituIHv2SH1PDp/s400/Chris+is+innocent.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> He looks innocent, doesnt he? </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I recently received the following mail from my Rockstar Friend Philip Gray and my future flashed before my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My husband has already commited at least 3 of the following crimes. It's only a matter of time before the others are accomplished...Plus some.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">God help me.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">BANNED FROM WAL-MART</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is why women should not take men shopping against their will.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunately, my wife is like most women - she loved to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Wal-Mart:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Mrs. Samsel,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. Samsel are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2 . July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away. ' </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him, he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.10. September </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And last, but not least .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'</span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-57210169126846391822008-11-24T18:07:00.002+01:002008-11-24T18:23:22.709+01:00Madison is...<span style="font-size:130%;">So I'm one of those Facebook junkies. I don’t play those awful games or take those lame tests (unless I'm so bloody bored that finding out my personality job is "nurse/doctor" is like a zen revelation)...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I do get a kick out of receiving up to the minute data about where my long lost friends are and what they are doing in their lives.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I too enjoy updating my status.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mostly cuz I think I'm wicked interesting and everyone is dying to know what I'm doing...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But partially because it gives me the opportunity to reflect for a moment where I am in life at that very second.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So today I was sitting there, with a blinking curser</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Madison is...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And there were waves of nothing-ness, then optimism, then sadness, then regret, then embarrassment, then reality, then grit, then reflection, then disappointment, then sheer panic and anxiety that I couldn’t even figure out what I was.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Madison is...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Just not able to deal with this today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Madison will deal with this tomorrow. Or maybe not.</span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-91882547812959886492008-11-20T12:07:00.002+01:002008-11-20T12:12:03.199+01:00Nearest Book<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ddW7nAS3GU1TkJqr6vV3FJhTIBMxVdzzGSLh4ywz_6dmG0BL8zbPDCrTSYR1zN1A_Q7Pxkmv6Z2D862jXte8HDA_yudV699zhvb4mp7gMFNZwCJJqo4os4rdi_ZdWLZuFkL4OjaFoshm/s1600-h/book-lending-2swap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270695805028065890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ddW7nAS3GU1TkJqr6vV3FJhTIBMxVdzzGSLh4ywz_6dmG0BL8zbPDCrTSYR1zN1A_Q7Pxkmv6Z2D862jXte8HDA_yudV699zhvb4mp7gMFNZwCJJqo4os4rdi_ZdWLZuFkL4OjaFoshm/s320/book-lending-2swap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Rules:<br />* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.<br />* Turn to page 56.<br />* Find the fifth sentence.<br />* Post the sentence in the comments and then these instructions on your blog.<br />* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.</span></div>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-19342502748230798042008-11-05T12:49:00.002+01:002008-11-05T13:00:58.689+01:00I Remember...Again*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2208/2254139252_035566f63b_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2208/2254139252_035566f63b_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><br /></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember my life in America.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember the looks I would get. You don't belong here.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember walking to my friends house in Darien Connecticut and being repeatedly pulled over by the police and being repeatedly asked where I was going and who I worked for.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember food shopping when a woman cut in line. I remember my mother pointing it out and the woman responding, “Niggers think they own this place”. I remember wondering what the word Nigger meant but being too afraid to ask.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember being encouraged by my hippy English teacher to enter into a Shakespeare recitation contest. I remember preparing and pouring my heart into it. I remember an elderly woman with a sweet smile and silver hair coming up to me at the end and congratulating me on my bravery. I remember her looking me dead in my eyes, hands on both of my shoulders and telling me to go home and tell all of my friends about what I had done. She had assumed I was from the Ghetto. I was raised in private schools in Marin County California and Fairfield County Connecticut. I remember wishing she had just told me I had done a good job and left it at that.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember telling everyone my father was dead because I was too embarrassed to be just another Black kid who's father wasn't in her life.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember falling in love and being told that it was not suitable for me to be anything other than her son's friend. I then remember her smiling and offering me cookies.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember my mother telling me that I would have to work twice as hard as all the others. I remember her saying that while I will always be seen, I will never be recognized or rewarded. I remember her being right on far too many occasions.<br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember the surgeries, the pain, the seizures.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember giving up on it all.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember my mother by my side.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I cant do this.</span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes You Can.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember leaving this earth. It was not like they said. There was no light. It was calm and dark and I could hear the surgeons speaking</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I cant stop the bleeding.<br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I cant control the pressure.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember thinking</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes You Can.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">And when I came back, I remember my mother words</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You did it. <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I knew could.</span></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember loosing all hope in America. I remember not caring anymore. I remember giving up, never to return home again.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">Then I heard the words again...</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Yes We Can.</span></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">And I heard the song and the speech and for a split second I stood in my stance, with my hands on my hips and head held high...</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">Because for the 1<sup>st</sup> time EVER IN MY LIFE...</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was proud to be American. I was proud of my country. I was moved. I was fundamentally part of something that I was so far from. Part of a country I have always felt separated from.</span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzWcQhd47HhCv0tqUBsMA5hRkB_M-IbEyrvsmF0QiKfOVO2CjXmFOTe9YGVmrmMyDrSrpVfNU9alArcCGNf1g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I can put aside everything for a real movement. Those shivers that run up and down my spine are not those of fear. They are those of excitement.<br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">There has been a vast aura of inspiration rotating recently.<br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">People are fighting the odds.<br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">The power to inspire.<br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;">Can you feel it? </span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Yes, I can.</span></span></div><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br />*Originally posted February 10th, 2008 by <a href="http://bunkamadison.blogspot.com/">Bunkamadison</a></span></span></p>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-2775429641743336412008-11-02T23:54:00.003+01:002008-11-03T00:29:31.375+01:00Scenario 2<span style="font-size:130%;">Obama loses.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Fine he is up in the polls. But everywhere you look, read and hear, there are those who say “The polls are not reliable...Don't trust the polls”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In other words, don't be surprised if Obama loses because we have been warning you and preparing you for weeks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Most black people know this and are already waiting for this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But all the same, I feel the need to say a few things...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Black People...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't riot. It's dumb and you usually end up tearing up your own shit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't pull any white people out of their cars. You have done it before and it didn't work.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't just N<em>ot Show Up For Work</em>. You know your ass is broke and your white boss is already gonna be scared of you. Just go and be good and don't give anyone any excuse to fire your you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't gather in groups except for at church. Even then be sure to to only let a few people walk out the door at a time. More than 10 of your could easily be mistaken as a racial riot and it's silly to spend the night in jail over a misunderstanding.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't try to play the victim. You didn't lose the election, Obama did. Understand that this has nothing to do with you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">At the end of the day, remember that an Obama loss isn't a major disaster. Your life will continue in the same way that it had done before. Except now, you may get a second look. Use that to your advantage. Don't throw it away on crap you have tolerated all your lives.</span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-72538304830360882008-10-12T00:42:00.004+02:002008-10-12T02:23:04.093+02:00Scenario 1<span style="font-size:130%;">Dear </span><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">Racists</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">,<br /><br />It's looking much better for Obama these days.<br />The Economy is crap.<br /></span><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">And my Euro is down</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">.<br /><br />I'm not a very happy camper.<br /><br />We don't like Obama. He is scary and he can't be trusted because...Well, he is <em>Black</em> and his name is <em>Barak Obama</em>.<br /><br />But listen to McCain when he tells you not to actually articulate that <strong>OUT LOUD</strong>. It's ok to think it, but if you say it...especially <em>On Tape</em>, you kinda shoot yourself and the whole campaign in the foot.<br /><br />So please keep your cousins and crazy uncles under control, or better yet, don't let them out of the house until Nov 4th.<br /><br />And if in the worst case scenario, Obama does actually get elected, for God's sake, don't go out and try to shoot the guy yourselves. That would reflect terribly on the Republican Party.<br /><br />Besides, there are perfectly competent government officials and high level international business corporations who are far more equipped and able to take care of those sorts of things.<br /><br />If you feel you must do something in protest, I suggest organizing yourselves. Not to be productive in anyway, but to sit around, drinking beer and blaming the end of the world on Barak, Blacks, Liberals and illegal immigrants.<br /><br />Be sure to always speak in font of your children so that they understand from an early age that although economically in the same boat as their darker counterparts, they are innately superior by birthright, and have been unjustly robed of their inheritance.<br /><br />It will be important to use all of your energy being a victim and pointing your finger.<br />It will be imperative that you throw in your towel and refuse to cooperate with <em>Those People</em>.<br /><br />This will enable you, at the end of the day, jobless, penniless and destitute, to blame your condition on the government. To rightfully, as <em><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/apology.html">True Americans</a></em>, revolt against its inherent oppression and reverse racism- to fight for your rights as your forefathers had done.<br /><br />Your targets will be clear. Their uppity attitudes and air of entitlement will burn you from the inside out. And they will almost look down on you as losers. Them looking down on you in a country your fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers created.<br /><br />The loose-knit community that threatened in the late 80's and early 90's will come together once again under a uniform umbrella of what is familiar and what looks and sounds like 'Us'...And together, finally united and organized, the war will be waged.<br /><br />Who knew WWIII would look like this?<br /><br /></span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjxzmaXAg9E&hl=it&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjxzmaXAg9E&hl=it&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJghQMq49dw&hl=it&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJghQMq49dw&hl=it&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-85961906454152561632008-09-30T23:09:00.002+02:002008-09-30T23:18:09.986+02:00Houston...Houston, we have a problem...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3Xe1kX7Wsc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3Xe1kX7Wsc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />and if you can stomach it...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UJlNRODZHA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UJlNRODZHA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The Eminem of Anti-Racism<br /><br />Blacks can't believe he stole their song and is more respected and famous for it<br /><br />Whites sit down and listen as if he invented the concept himself...MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-9623270352571834422008-09-29T21:40:00.002+02:002008-09-29T21:47:51.278+02:00The Bailout<span style="font-size:130%;">I was in the process of writing up something similar, but this guy sums it up best...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Subject: Bailout </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I’m against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Instead, I’m in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a <strong>We Deserve It Dividend</strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To make the math simple, let’s assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+. Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00. My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a <strong>We Deserve It Dividend</strong>. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let’s assume a tax rate of 30%. Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes.That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam. But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket. A husband and wife has $595,000.00.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Pay off your mortgage – housing crisis solved.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Repay college loans – what a great boost to new grads.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Put away money for college – it’ll be there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Save in a bank – create money to loan to entrepreneurs.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Buy a new car – create jobs.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Invest in the market – capital drives growth.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Pay for your parent’s medical insurance – health care improves.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean – or else.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">If we’re going to re-distribute wealth let’s really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( “vote buy” ) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our candidates for President. If we’re going to do an $85 billion bailout, let’s bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">As for AIG – liquidate it. Sell off its parts. Let American General go back to being American General. Sell off the real estate. Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Here’s my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn’t.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sure it’s a crazy idea that can “never work.” But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">How do you spell Economic Boom? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion <strong>We Deserve It Dividend</strong> more than I do the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And remember, The Birk plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ahhh...I feel so much better getting that off my chest.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">BirkT. J. Birkenmeier, A Creative Guy & Citizen of the Republic</span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-70550786344984728312008-09-20T17:14:00.007+02:002008-11-20T12:30:15.633+01:00The Apology<span style="font-size:130%;">Dear </span><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">Racists</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">,<br /><br />I owe you an apology. Through the many emails and comments from both my Facebook friends and Blog readers alike, it has been brought to my attention the aggressive, offensive and confrontational nature of referring specifically to </span><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-drop.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">White Men in my writings</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">.<br /><br />Moreover, just using the term 'White Man' has created a race based tension that I neither desire nor condone. The use of this term has, regrettably, led my readers to be reactionary and defensive, thus not allowing them to read with the ease and comfort that I have tried to provide.<br /><br />I would like to redeem myself by no longer using the term 'White Man', henceforth referring to such group as <em>Americans</em>*. Because this great nation, inhabited and run by <em>Americans</em>, does not deserve to be judged on its past indiscretions, but on its current and future policies and ambitions. And as I'm sure all <em>Americans</em> will agree, this is now a nation of equality and opportunity for all who work the difficult path to achieve it. The mere fact that Sen. Barak Obama is a viable Presidential candidate is proof alone of that.<br /><br />Furthermore, as true <em>Americans</em>, defending your borders, your economic structure and your values are tasks second to none. Terrorists, or those not willing to support and fight with <em>Americans</em> must answer for their treachery. Socially, people must be economically responsible for themselves, producing an environment beneficial to all <em>Americans</em>. Large corporations, with the wisdom and guidance of our most prominent <em>Americans</em>, must be given the ability to operate in this global market. Thus, providing jobs to countless <em>Americans</em> across class lines, who will in turn, contribute to the tax system that will support the <em>American</em> interests necessary to maintain the dominance it currently holds. <em>Americans </em>also hold values of family, religion and culture that are fundamental to the integral structure of the community. All true <em>Americans</em> have the right to hold and project these values to maintain not only a society which answers to a hight power, but one who is able to make the tough decisions necessary to promote and ensure its very existence.<br /><br />So I ask you to think hard during the election process. I have come to realize that this is much less about my </span><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">shopping spree</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> and far more about who you think will truly represent the <em>Americans</em> all around this country. Its about the <em>Americans</em> sitting at their kitchen tables worrying about how they are going to get to the end of the month.<br /><br />Who has the best interests of those <em>Americans</em> in mind?<br /><br />Only one can claim this. Only one is a true patriotic <em>American</em>.<br /><br />Vote McCain.<br /><br />The future of <em>Americans</em> all over this great nation depends on it.<br /><br /></span><br />*For those less offended by the use of 'White Man' feel free to substitute it for the word 'American' throughout this text.MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-10386420677020064612008-09-17T22:14:00.006+02:002008-09-17T22:22:49.375+02:00God's WillDear <a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html">Racists</a>,<br /><br />I think it is wonderful that pathetic women everywhere are trying to live their lives vicariously through Sarah Palin.<br /><br />Being hot with a vagina and a brain is not always easy.<br /><br />As someone who has risen to the top countless times and in countless countries not just based on my brains alone, I welcome the increasing number of you women who choose a surrogate as opposed to strapping on a pair of balls yourselves and making things happen.<br /><br />Since you will never be strong enough to take the risks, make the decisions, and step on the heads needed to get ahead, it is very important for you prop those of us up who can.<br /><br />Because, while your appearance and lack of focus may hinder your goals, we have been blessed by God with our bodies and our smiles and our ruthless desire to succeed. I believe it is his will. Seeing yourself in us is Gods way of numbing your pain.<br /><br /><br />Vote McCain.<br /><br />You don't have to be hot and successful yourselves to be a part of the movement. You just have to close your eyes and pretend to be.MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-84961269333103143762008-09-14T21:48:00.006+02:002008-09-14T23:20:23.118+02:00Sell OutDear <a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html">Racists</a>,<br /><br />This one is for the Black Folks in the crowd.<br /><br />What? You thought you were immune? Think again.<br /><br />Now I've noticed that you have all been a bit quiet as of late.<br /><br />I kinda feel like y'all are laying low, so as not to get into any trouble or draw any unnecessary attention to the community.<br /><br />I just wanted to take a moment and point out a few things that maybe you haven't thought through yet.<br /><br />Some of you think that if homeboy gets the seat, you will be drinking champagne in the CEO's office in no time. That you will get a voucher and a free pass.<br /><br />I hope you all realize that if Barack is elected, You are all going to have to step your game up about 10 notches. In other words, all those “Sell Out Mo' Fo's” will now become your role models and mentors.<br /><br />You will actually have to take responsibility for yourselves, and plan long term financial goals.<br /><br />Your bling and Benz will end up on Ebay in an effort to get out of debt.<br /><br />You will not only be expected to sing, dance and play sport, but ALSO study and <em>GET A JOB</em>.<br /><br />You will be expected to speak English.<br /><br />And when you speak, you will have to <strong><em>Lower Your Voice...</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />You will have to open a bank account, and put money into it.<br /><br />If you have a bank account, you will have to also open a savings account...<em>And put money into it</em>.<br /><br />You will have to take care of and be responsible for your children.<br /><br />And if you find that mentally and financially difficult, you will have to <strong>STOP HAVING THEM</strong>.<br /><br />You will have to make money the hard and slow way and work twice as hard doing it.<br /><br />In other words, you will have to get to work ON TIME at the least, and always leave late. And you will always have to remember that a 15 minute break, <em>is only 15 minutes</em>.<br /><br />You will have to learn the difference between being on the offense and being strategic.<br /><br />And you will have to flush all your bitterness and mental barriers down the toilet, because they won't hold up anymore.<br /><br />Not with a Black President.<br /><br />You haven't had the kind of headache that you are looking at once Barack raises the bar on you asses.<br /><br />Trust me. Vote McCain<br /><br />Better yet, just grab a 40 and don't bother voting at all.<br /><br /><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html">Momma's got her eye on a new designer handbag.</a>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-86809080215546935312008-09-12T12:32:00.011+02:002008-09-13T03:19:51.643+02:00One DropDear <a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html">Racists</a>,<br /><br />Actually, let me be more specific in this situation.<br /><br />Dear White guys,<br /><br />It seems that you have found yourselves in a tough position. On one side you have a White woman that could rip your balls off, and on the other a Black guy...Both equally scary.<br /><br />It's sad that you may never get a job or promotion again.<br /><br />For Women and Minorities, the decision will be between two men. For you, the choice will be between a <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=94523754">Black guy and a White woman</a>*.<br /><br />I bring up the race of the candidates, because I kinda feel like you are forgetting that Barack is a Black Man. Now, I know it has been a bit confusing for some of you. I mean, Barack's mother was White, and he was raised by his Midwest White grandparents. The guy even went to Harvard. You may feel like it would be okay to let him pass.<br /><br />But I need to remind you of the 'One Drop Rule'. This rule states that no matter what the person has done in their lives or what they look like, if they have one drop of Black blood, they are Black. No exceptions. It doesn't matter that he may be able to relate to you better than he can to me. You need to remember that when all the smoke clears, he is Black and Black is BAD.<br /><br />And don't forget, his mom may have been White, but his Dad was like super Black. We are talking African Black.<br /><br />This guy barely even shows up in photos, kinda Black...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExo0-tks6HF1RudM-bp_8xh4RcLaDDnKXMZHORWsg83a6lZ78YKTqgEYcnTKwxhy-Y0jRM55pw6mXqCtZBCSgv3kgWUOssMvsteT0s40WGnHsLZwkSM6CBDF-ZwoJaIe5IhCIpZ04TXQG/s1600-h/Barack+Obama+Sr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245085578263786002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExo0-tks6HF1RudM-bp_8xh4RcLaDDnKXMZHORWsg83a6lZ78YKTqgEYcnTKwxhy-Y0jRM55pw6mXqCtZBCSgv3kgWUOssMvsteT0s40WGnHsLZwkSM6CBDF-ZwoJaIe5IhCIpZ04TXQG/s400/Barack+Obama+Sr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I need you to think of this man when you think of Obama. It will make things easier for you.<br /><br /><br />Also, please remember that the woman can be knocked out with one good sucker punch. And remember, you will always be able to find a way to use her kids against her. But those Black guys tend to be more difficult to fight.<br /><br />Plus, he probably has a bigger penis than you.<br /><br /><br />Vote McCain.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://self-proclaimed-bad-ass.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-right-choice.html">Mamma also needs a new pair of boots</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />* Dont believe me? Check out this forum on NPR. Listen to the whole thing and start being honest with yourselves.MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-61477925468111913162008-09-12T10:15:00.000+02:002008-09-12T11:28:41.729+02:00Making the right choiceDear Racists*,<br /><br />I've changed my mind.<br /><br />I think McCain is a great choice. Please elect him.<br /><br />You see, I'm coming to NY for New Years' and I REALLY want to do a lot of shopping.<br /><br />I've been watching the exchange rate's future forecasts and I'm getting a bit worried. You see, the Euro is expected to drop against the dollar down from $1.45 to $1.20 and that's just not acceptable.<br /><br />Honeslty, things arent that bad. Plus, McCain and Palin are real mavericks. So I think they will really, like, do other things, like, you know...<br /><br />We need to get back on track.<br /><br />We need to remind the world that we are a God fearing country, with big cowboy hats and bigger guns.<br /><br />We need to get my Euro back up to $1.60.<br /><br />Terrorists are bad bad bad.<br /><br />Big government is Satan without a disguise.<br /><br />And most importantly, Democrats are inexperienced Muslim loving sexists.<br /><br />For Gods sake people, strap on your guns and go blow something up!<br /><br />Momma needs a new pair of shoes!<br /><br />*I have recently been lured into the name calling game, but since 'Sexist' has already been claimed, I've opted for this one.MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-13460734497172050192008-09-05T20:04:00.000+02:002008-09-05T20:18:03.939+02:00Keeping Up Appearances<div><br /><br /><div>First off, let me say that I am not a political person at all. In fact, even though I'll vote for Obama (if I can figure out how to use the absentee ballot), you will never hear me <a href="http://bunkamadison.blogspot.com/2008/02/zikulman-trotted-down-stairs-and-mads.html">chanting any propaganda</a> from any political party.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>But let’s get to what will inevitably piss someone off, but is what in the back of our minds and what most of us are thinking...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Palin is never gonna get the ticket elected.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Why? </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>For the same reason that Hillary couldn’t get the nomination.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Because they are women? Not entirely.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I don’t care what anyone says, but the only reason why Hillary didn’t get the nomination is because dear old Bill made a damn fool out of her and she never publicly bitch slapped his ass. Instead she smiled and played the role of the supportive wife. </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLN7cOXZgbb2L66PUQ1gOaUHQhYBsTf7Eiy6Ebl3-xGuA6N-HqIDdE7dhE7uEMmdxRW2NpDOt7y04imrdua2pGgXBSZczGAd4kERxMBoK3lEM45xFt-vcnSuSximcfpIzW69a20_EKElT/s1600-h/Hillary+%26+Bill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242601153973341346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLN7cOXZgbb2L66PUQ1gOaUHQhYBsTf7Eiy6Ebl3-xGuA6N-HqIDdE7dhE7uEMmdxRW2NpDOt7y04imrdua2pGgXBSZczGAd4kERxMBoK3lEM45xFt-vcnSuSximcfpIzW69a20_EKElT/s400/Hillary+%26+Bill.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Now, we all know that behind closed doors poor Bill had wished he had never born, but the public didn’t see that. The public saw her smile and be supportive like a good wife and a good woman should. Staying in her place, keeping up appearances.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now, she has already got the strike against her for being a woman...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Add in subservient and where she ended up was no surprise.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On to Mrs Palin. You and I both know she has taken that little girl of hers and hung her out the window by her ankles in an effort to shake some sense into her. We also know that Levi looks over his shoulder a lot more than he probably used to.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And most importantly, we all know that Sarah Palin would like nothing more than to get up on stage and say that her dumb ass daughter has screwed everything up for everyone. She would also like to drag her little pregnant ass up there beside her and force her to apologize publicly for being so stupid.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But she couldn’t. Instead she had to play the part of the supportive mother and stand beside the one person who has disappointed her the most in the world. She had to stay in her motherly place and keep up appearances.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242602627485153730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimvnQnrwNhkVZLl7gkSrkhzTe04OXYA1vrnGMtsTYTc6FT4E7ZIcft7qLtSxPOcaLc88P3R_q1IOpizo_QWMSYyeCinXApvobzpEFoBQYeB465dWC6JopskkQfbgHeV3VQ2h0cWw2je4r/s320/bristol_palin_pregnant.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>America is nowhere near open-minded enough to accept a woman who can’t keep their home in order. I don’t care what she has accomplished and who she has stood up to. If her family is f$&cked up that’s all that matters.</div><div> </div><div>And don’t even TRY to tell me that it is normal for a mother to be proud of 17 year old girl who is 5 months preggers AND who will GET MARRIED to the genius who doesn’t even know how to put on a condom...</div><div> </div><div>Nobody trusts a woman whose kids or husband have stepped severely out of line WITH NO REPROCUSSIONS.</div><div> </div><div>I don’t make the rules.</div><div> </div><div>It is what it is.</div></div>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-7069659543192110692008-02-25T23:06:00.000+01:002008-02-25T23:16:08.315+01:00I'm not goneI do have a plan. Ive taken this off my homepage because I was getting a bit scattered. I have a huge new project in the works. Bad Ass collaboraters are at my side. I havent been here because I've been there with them.<br /><br />Not only that, but I got hit with the creative bug again and so any spare time I get goes into my little stories over on <a href="http://www.bunkamadison.blogspot.com/">BunkaMadison</a>.<br /><br />So stay in touch, stay informed and stay tuned for Esser-Ci.MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-17835480069088965042008-01-23T16:10:00.000+01:002008-12-13T04:46:47.052+01:00Lightning<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijm_jIbYwaBOj24fU8PqMTKeNYRGjW5wSw_PxB9x6LaGi9jVntlTaWVCdyOHfUkqm4ssflLq9XKsfICeGH8flTEDCZAe_d80ubaESAoaUA2s2MyTxFD-7QEdwhHv9cxYAEyFmZXDL3g0pC/s1600-h/2213339720_dbd66d3039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158690111782642418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijm_jIbYwaBOj24fU8PqMTKeNYRGjW5wSw_PxB9x6LaGi9jVntlTaWVCdyOHfUkqm4ssflLq9XKsfICeGH8flTEDCZAe_d80ubaESAoaUA2s2MyTxFD-7QEdwhHv9cxYAEyFmZXDL3g0pC/s400/2213339720_dbd66d3039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I am Bad Ass and I am the best person for the job, but the fact of the matter is that lightning just does not strike twice. Not in the same spot, at least.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And since Miss Brooke got word today that she has been approved for a government position in Korea with one of those sick expat contracts most normal people can only dream of...Well, the likeliness of my phone call being anything other than grim isnt very high.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Im not talking fair, Im just being statistically realistic. There is no way two people in the same household can both get their dream jobs in the same week. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Basically, I'm screwed.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ps Please let this not be a reflection on how absurdly proud I am of my Miss Brooke who never gave up and never gave in. She is the definition of Bad Ass and whether I ever admit it or not, my idol.</span></div>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-86017637382558867752008-01-22T21:33:00.000+01:002008-01-22T22:03:57.007+01:00Annoyed...Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/PHT/PHT143/PAA143000035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/PHT/PHT143/PAA143000035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Seriously party people. I realize that I'm in a particular situation when nerves are high, but I'm really annoyed.<br /><br />I was sitting here writing my heart out (shut up..I was attempting to share) when I decided to take a break and check my Google Reader. At that very moment, I was feeling particularly nervous about sharing my vulnerability. <a href="http://petuniaface.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday.html">Petuna Face</a> has it down. I'm just an apprentice. But I was set to let it out and publish.<br /><br />And what did I see in dear old Google Reader? None other than Decorno's ingenious story about pretty much exactly what I was writing only 50 times better. So now, not only am I her stalker, but I'm also a big fat copy cat without any originality, who is suffering from the same bloody anxiety as the rest of the world, making what I was gonna say completely lame.<br /><br />So, to stick my moving story into a nutshell...<br /><br />I feel like I'm going to vomit on myself. I should hear something back from my 'dream job' by the end of the week. Even if I dont get it, I'm glad I tried.<br /><br />There. Done.<br /><br />Ps. I was trying to create a link to the posting Decorno did, but it seems to have been taken off. Decorno if you read this, post it again. It was good.</span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-20862100637216102152008-01-16T11:31:00.000+01:002008-12-13T04:46:47.083+01:00Interview (double post)<span style="font-size:130%;">So my interview for...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/127508709_4ec2bf6df1.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/127508709_4ec2bf6df1.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">...is on Friday. On the US website 'casual business' is listed under office attire. But I'm going for an HR managerial position (not a sales position in a shop, </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" >pleeeaaaaassse!</span><span style="font-size:130%;">) in Italy. So I'm thinking of going Diva Casual. I just made that up, so I'm not sure what it means. Not a suit, but not jeans either.<br /><br />Something like this?</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4686/1648/1600/RRjkt.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4686/1648/1600/RRjkt.3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">All Black with a big bag that <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">pops</span>?...<br /><br />...Or simple with a jacket that stands out?<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4686/1648/1600/344837/Phila2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4686/1648/1600/344837/Phila2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">...Or the classic Black and White?</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ufC6t053CDt4vzsuvzh2aSpq7U38C_oAwfXT48NcrE04vQ7o3HM1zgMe4KiIZDuoE-o67Sh_4aDm_Uid_dOxMXAWXna-7Ss4AHVqX3k8nlep_coQLzXS97r9l5zMYHTNNc6O9Li5RxEV/s1600/TCHw.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ufC6t053CDt4vzsuvzh2aSpq7U38C_oAwfXT48NcrE04vQ7o3HM1zgMe4KiIZDuoE-o67Sh_4aDm_Uid_dOxMXAWXna-7Ss4AHVqX3k8nlep_coQLzXS97r9l5zMYHTNNc6O9Li5RxEV/s1600/TCHw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">...Or what about bold and carefree like this?</span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=" try=""><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-uVIHvUBBbTNfPE-WEXyz4uJzdLGjZUmmFgGbI67IBsMH6UiSamtb8tGWXvv2pmB7dIohDjOqLl4TGVu7AAJwGQ1ze2ixJoseOv6UoFG0sE9lF4gu8IXBXaTRGB9TbkLbMT-eHGTApw/s1600/JSL.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">all photos from the brilliant <a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/">Sartorialist</a><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">And whats the rule on wearing the label to the interview? Should I absolutely avoid wearing anything LV? I mean, if someone came to my office wearing anything with my company's name on it, I would write them off as a completely challenged.<br /><br />Input please!!!</span><br /><br />PS, Ive also decided to post this here to get as much help as possible! Original post at <a href="http://bunkamadison.blogspot.com/">BunkaMadison</a>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-56744808843954990282008-01-12T14:29:00.000+01:002008-01-12T16:15:47.035+01:00Inspire Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bugbog.com/images/galleries/italy_pictures_photos/genoa_pictures_7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.bugbog.com/images/galleries/italy_pictures_photos/genoa_pictures_7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm feeling bored and non creative. Sometimes I forget that I live in an AMAZING place. So If you had the chance to visit or live in Italy, where would you go and what would you do?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">How would you dress?<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cameramoda.it/download/foto/2007_12_11/Turri.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.cameramoda.it/download/foto/2007_12_11/Turri.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What you would expect?<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.exploitz.com/images/people/chris/geologs/locations/italy/venice/20020307/images/P3060040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.exploitz.com/images/people/chris/geologs/locations/italy/venice/20020307/images/P3060040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />What shops would you want to wander around?<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slowtrav.com/photos/data/670/2006fall_shoes_bags.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.slowtrav.com/photos/data/670/2006fall_shoes_bags.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Think Party People! I will do your suggestions (within reason) and post about them.</span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839535701528316045.post-90084848941372976052008-01-09T20:04:00.000+01:002008-01-09T20:20:40.156+01:00The Bribe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.wired.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/25/bribe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blog.wired.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/25/bribe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I think I may have inadvertently accepted a bribe today. Its not the first time I've been offered a bribe. I do live in Italy, remember. But its the first time I took it (Which I didn't really realize until later). The problem is that I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do. Not in terms of keeping the gift or not. Its gorgeous and its mine now. But I don't know what </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I'm supposed to do.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> From what I can gather from the personality of the person, its as simple as keeping my mouth shut. Will keep y'all posted.</span>MAdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03946093557922609516noreply@blogger.com0