Cleaning House

Every once in a while some people feel the need to re-evaluate the people in their lives. I am no exception. As of two days ago, I decided to take inventory of all the bullshit I no longer want to associate myself with. It's high time that I move those negative aspects away from me.

I started with the simple, social networks I'm a member to. One by one, looking over the nature of our introduction, the validity of the connection and the character of the individual. And I had to pat myself on the back because a very large amount of what remained are still there for good reason (I didn't completely finish the list...lol).

Next, I went to the most difficult which is people I would see and speak to on a somewhat regular basis. These were hard to do because my kindheartedness has led me t be a bit of a pushover at times and well...old habits are hard to break.

What gets me is someone that participates in PWD. Promise Without Delivery. Making commitments they know they cant uphold be it big or small. I've despised promises ever since I was young. So much so that I do my damnest not to utter promises I'm unsure of to my children or anyone at all.

I've got the type of personality that people flock to but it seems as if these people are also the type that try their hardest to test someone with good intent by shoveling an abundance of negativity and bullshit over the friendship. No need to ramble any further. Many have been cut. Many more will join the same.

Bless

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Let the Punishment Fit the Crime

Point blank, I feel some type of way about a current situation I've been faced with. And this is not the first time that I've heard or been in such a situation before.

A close friend of mine is having a troubled time in her life and has pretty much locked herself away to...well...I'm not sure what she's doing but it doesn't involve me or our group of close knit friends. And while we're not speaking nearly as much as we did before her life events occured, i still make time to let her know that I care and she's loved. Recently (after being ignored when calling her or trying to communicate), I got to speak to her. She asked what had been going on in my life because she didn't want to speak about hers anymore and when I was done she had an attitude. She said I was rubbing my perfect life in her face!! What the fuck?!

So this is where I am. Trying to let a beloved person in my life know that I'm here and things will get better and she shits on me like brand new kitty litter. Why is it so easy to push those that have done nothing wrong with you away than it is to give an actual effort to accept the things you cannot change and continue with life smiling? I left the adverse mentality of when things go wrong, shut down immediately behind when I lost my mother to cancer. If you don't know how that changed me, I'll explain in short. I saw my mother lay before me with IV's and no chance of living beyond a few days with a genuine smile on her face. So if the problems that you face aren't even close to the cold hands of death, forget that air of self-loathing and seclusion and find something to put that smile within you. And always, ALWAYS treat the one's that are good to you without motive or gain with the love and compassion that you feel you deserve.

My friend broke my heart. And even though it hurts bad, especially at a time in my life where uncertainty is the norm, I will still smile and I will not be "that" person that would do this to someone they say they love.

Do better to deserve better. Bless.

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I'm Going Back To YouTube

After some thought, I've decided to go back to posting videos on YouTube. Now to be honest, I don't know the specific nature of the content in which I'll be posting. But I do know that the range is anywhere between relationship questions and answers to amusing top ten lists.

I'm excited to be working on a project that will allow me a sense of release and something fun to do. I will keep you posted on when I put videos up and what new things I'll be doing within them.

Love the love.

THE MOST HONEST POLICE OFFICER I KNOW!!

Long story short, a police officer that works in my neighborhood sent out a letter and put it into the mailboxes of all of the residents within our community. I posted on my facebook page that I was giving him a major shout out. Without further adue, here's why. Typed exactly how he sent it, word for word:

IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE....

We had one of our Residence little child hit, run over, and almost "killed" by a car the other day. Thank God the little child is doing fine and is alive to grow up someday.

PARENTS...It doesn't make any sense for you to have all of these kids and then lay up in the house sleeping or chillin with some out of work deadbeat "thug" guy that ain't even on the lease, while your children are who knows where!!!

SHAME ON YOU PARENTS...if you are the last to know that your little child has been hit by a car, or kidnapped, but because you don't care about where your kids are, you find out about it on the NEWS report on channel 10.

A DEPUTY'S PROMISE...If another child is hurt, lost, or killed and we investigate and find out that the parents were "just laying up in the house" and not supervising their small kids...I will "prosecute you for child neglect and endangerment"... We will "take" the other kids in the house into "Protective Custody" and turn them over to DSS. You will appear before an Angry Family Court Judge who will decide if you are going to get your kids back or not. Usually not if you let on child get hurt or killed.

OLDER KIDS/TEENS...If you don't think people driving down [local street name] won't hit you because you are "chillin n walking in the middle of the road" you are some crazy kids. KEEP YOUR BUTTS outta the road. You won't look cool with tire track on your face and backs...use common sense and stay out of the road...Parents talk to your Teens.

THANK YOU...to those Residents who complimented on the job and effort I give to keep this neighborhood safe from "Pookie n JuneBug trying to turn us into [local community]. Not gonna happen while I'm working with you!

RESIDENTS WHO ARE THE PROBLEM 'N NOT THE SOLUTION...you know who you are...it's only a matter of time before we catch you, arrest you, and Evict you. As [name of the manager] the manager said, "Rolling Dirty." Commit a crime in this neighborhood and I will catch you sooner or later, Richland County Sheriff's always get their Criminal.

KIDS TRYING TO FIGHT AFTER GETTING OFF THE BUS...If I catch any more kids trying to fight at the bus stop or standing around to watch the fight...everyone there will be DETAINED, PHOTOGRAPHED, AND REGISTERED in the Sheriff's Dept.'s JUVENILLE CRIMINAL data base. Parents you may want to talk/school your kids that we are very serious about this...I will prosecute and bring you and your fighting kids to family court where it will cost your kid 100 hours of community service and you're a few hundred dollar$$$$$$$$$ in court and fees...BE A PARENT, TEACH YOUR KIDS.


I'm framing this letter and I'm so serious!!! I love it!! There should be more officers like this. Even if his spelling and grammar aren't the best. AWESOME JOB DEPUTY!!! AWESOME JOB!!!

The Most Wonderful Time of Year

OCTOBER!!!! I love this month! Now, the fact that my birthday and my youngest son's birthday is within the month of October could cause me to be somewhat biased but...um...oh well! Its here and that's what matters. And I'm über stoked that my 30th birthday is literally 13 days away. I'm getting things in order for my very special birthday party (parties). I'm making new goals for myself. And I've already begun implementing changes in my life for the better.

My poetry is progressing also. I'm a co-feature with an amazing poet that I'm a little nervous about but if you know anything about me, you know I will do my absolute best to rise to the occasion. I've been working on some new poems so we'll see how I handle them when The Session Live gets here.

Other than that, I love October just because. Better than the Christmas frantic. More enjoyable than the barbecues of the Fourth of July. Sweeter than Valentine's Day. Just an all around awesome month for me.

Blah Entry #1

I really have no specific topic right now as I'm on the bus on my way home from NYC. I have to say that while I missed my hometown, there's some things I can happily do without and I'm glad I left to move to the south. So let's do something fun and go over them, shall we? We shall!

1. Garbage everywhere - now in Columbia there are a couple places that smell like who did it and where are they so I can slap them, but they're not on almost every street corner. I was stepping over something, walking around something, dodging something or speed walking past something.

2. Cattle herding - one thing I've always hated about NYC is the almost endless seas of people walking that must push past you or slide past you or try not to bump into you but do it anyway when walking ANYWHERE! Damn! I need to be in a personal bubble so no one grazes me. And to hell with an "excuse me" being said. At the rate in which it would need to be uttered, you'd lose your fucking voice quick fast and in a hurry which is what almost every New Yorker is.

3. Crossing the street - it should be nominated as a sport in the upcoming olympic games. You have to get past cars speeding and slowing down at the same time. Buses that don't give a damn as to how close they are to your eyelashes when they turn and the other thousand people crossing when you do. Boggles the mind as to why there isn't some type of reward given once you make it to the other side.

4. Taxicabs - let me say this: FUCK 'EM! They're not cabs, they're demolition derby and stunt drivers in training. Who plays chicken with the stoplights?? Yellow cabs do! When you decide to be a cabbie its at the point in your existence when your urge to say "fuck it & pay me" is just too much to bear.

5. Alternate side parking - this is simple....I love my driveway and garage. It takes away the worry of "oh shit! Its 3am on a Thursday and I haven't moved my car to the other side of the street where there's no parking yet!" Leaving no possibility of receiving a hefty ticket or tow.

Well that's all I have for now but give me a little time and I'll have more to rant with. :-)

The Art of the Call

While walking the streets of Harlem, I've learned something...90 percent of the men amongst these streets walking to their destinations, waiting for their transportation or just enjoying the city outside know NOTHING about how to properly and effectively talk to a woman. At least not a woman of poise and purpose.

Call me cocky or conceited if you like, but I've gained major confidence over the years regardless of my full-figure and I hold myself in high regard when I walk around or do anything in public. I walk with my head leveled, shoulders poised and relaxed and yes I will admit that I have a nice ass to look at (especially in motion). However, not the first "HEY MA" will get my attention long enough to notice if you're even breathing or not. Not because I'm too good for words but because the approach is garbage!! And the ever infamous comment that sometimes follows rejection is "well fuck you then!" Nice touch Romeo. Really?? It makes me want to go on a massive throat punching spree and you know how seriously I take my throat punching duties.

But I've also realized that its not all the fault of these men because some women that don't understand their potential worth respond to this shit and they think its fly. As for me, I keep moving and although I'm married and I won't take any other man up on a date anyway, its always nice to be properly approached with a compliment from time to time other than "Damn Ma!" Men guilty of this....do better asap.

THE Trend of 2010: "I'm Gay"

Apparently there was a secret meeting amongst those wishing to be more than they are as quickly and as dramatically as possible about how to accomplish such a thing. Then, "EUREKA!!" Someone said "let's all be gay". And there were rainbows being passed around like a hooker at a hootnany. What the fuck??

Now I know many a legitimate member of the LBGT community and I know that this "trend" that some people are trying to hype is getting on their last nerve. And with me being here in NY and watching the so called lesbians attempt to assert their gayness into almost every situation is just pathetic.

First off (and you can take this as a PSA if you like) being a lesbian doesn't mean you have to outwardly express how many bitches you fucked or how many bitches want to fuck you. You probably just made that shit up to look better and it just makes you seem needy for some fucking attention you don't deserve in the first place.

Just because you wear boxers, sagging jeans, Jordans, a wife beater, a too-tight sports bra, cornrows and a fitted doesn't mean you're a stud. It just means you haven't found your individuality so you flock to the first example of what you think a stud is to latch on to. This is not the model in which all non-feminine lesbians have to follow in order to dress like a lesbian.

And who the fuck said a lesbian had to dress like anything in the first place? I've heard this dumb shit too. Its the most assinine thing to grace the atmosphere (well, one of them). I'm all for exploration of ones self. And while I know lesbians that do dress the way that I described above, it took them a lot of pain, ridicule, and self discovery to accept that this was who they wanted to be and had the right reasons to do so. Most of these young and older perpetrators just jump up after getting pissed at a man and decide that it would be fun to be gay.

Being LBGT is not about fun or recreation. Its about celebrating the liberation of who you are and not what society or religion or tradition says you are required to be. And most if not all true members of this community know that they are who they are from very very young. They don't find out after someone introduces them to "The L Word" because it looks cool. So if the reasons you decided to come out aren't filled with substance, then shut the fuck up, put on your dress, go kiss the boy you know you're in love with anyway and sat down some fucking where!!! That is all.

Coach Yourself to Do Better

I'm super sick of Coach craziness. I hate to see women lose their fucking minds over the latest Louis Vuitton. I'm extra pissed when I hear primadonnas plague their pockets for Prada. I need it to stop. Let me elaborate. It's not that I hate the labels per sé. I happen to have very, very close friends that own a few coach bags, wallets and shoes. The reason that I don't seethe at the sight of them is that THEY CAN AFFORD IT AND DON'T ACT LIKE A FUCKING SIDITTY HOODRAT ABOUT HOW MUCH IT COSTS!!! They just like what they like and enjoy what they paid for. I have never heard them say some shit like "...yeah girl, I just got him to pay $700 for this bag and next week he's paying to get my hair did too." And those that make boisterous comments like these are the same causing a scene at the electric company for turning their lights off earlier than they said they would.

When did it become a trend to act like the worth of your possessions?? And how the fuck can it be stopped?? This is bullshit!! I mean let's be honest. Some women dont know the difference between genuine and artificial leather let alone figure out if the tag on a purse is the real deal that a man has given them. And when women act in such a way that displays cocky, too-good-for attitudes because of a gift given. they're not realizing that they've just been PURCHASED into the hype of a name brand means that you're about something.

FUCK THAT!!! I don't give the first two dry humps about a designer anything. Not only because I don't have expendable income in which to purchase but because its just not that important to me. Everyone is going to like what they like and enjoy what they will so I don't judge based on a label. I simply don't like the attitudes that follow some women because of them.

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Pain and Insomnia

What do you do when something is so heavy on your mind and heart that you can't even sleep? When the thought of what's bothering you makes you literally sick to your stomach and you toss and turn from fetal position to fetal position? How do you calm your spirit to rest when you're in so much emotional pain? Now these questions aren't rhetorical. I really would like to know what others do to get beyond a feeling like this. The feeling of helplessness and hopelessness. The feeling of not knowing how to fix everything. The downright desparation for things to go right and stay right. I'm really at a loss and I'm stressing when I feel I can be feeling better and more at ease.

I've heard that meditating is one of the best things to do. However, I have a problem with that. Let me know if I'm not the only one but, I have a hard time beginning to relax myself enough to even ease my mind to meditate. The things that are bothering me are bouncing around my head so much that I literally can't think straight. I constantly digress within my own thoughts and become even more annoyed with myself that I can't meditate. Any ideas? I'm sure I'll be awake to hear them because I have a couple of doozy's affecting me at this current point in time. Its like I want the pain to put me to sleep or something. Like I need enough alone time to cry out all of my worry and start fresh. But for me that's very difficult as well. Right now I'm restless and emotionally stranded. And all I want is a better way to cope with what I'm unable to cure. Smh.

I'm Not THEM Dammit!!!

Normally I would start an entry with a calm and possibly witty introductory statement. FUCK THAT!!! Last night a friend pissed me off by making the mistake of placing me in a category of other people negatively. FYI: That's one of the last things you should ever do to me. This friend was going through some issues and while I'm being very concerned about this person I make efforts to call to see how their doing, send messages of care and concern. Just overall letting them know that I'm here to talk or listen and I love them. Here's the issue. I'm not getting anything in return. No calls, no messages, no carrier pigeon, note in a bottle, smoke signal, nothing. Now, because of the person that I am, I begin to worry and it went on so long that I worried hard. Then the person called me but I didn't catch the call in time. So I call back. Only to get hung up on. The the cycle of phone calls repeats itself...twice. So of course I'm upset, confused and even more worried. And when I finally get in touch with my friend, they have the nerve to be upset because they said I should have known them well enough to know that they needed to be away from everything and this is how they operate. When I asked why they didn't just say so......(drumroll).......they say that everyone else catches feelings and then there's an argument on why they need to be alone.

I must explain this about me before I go further. I'm not everyone. I'm me. Been me for years and I'm excellent at this shit! I don't give a fuck about what some other lame bitches and so called friends do as a norm. Fuck 'em all as far as I'm concerned. Place me alongside of people that's about something. If you can't do that, well, you might as well get the fuck out of dodge now. Its not even an issue of me doing what anyone else does. Its that whatever happened in the past of this person has fucked them up so bad that sitting in the fuck up has become comfortable. Fuck that!!! That's a shitty existence to walk with. I refuse to be complacent with bullshit and fuckery just because I'm used to it. And the fact that this friend that I love dearly is walking this line is letting me know that they may need to be cut loose. I'm a fucking go getter. Fuck your self impossed stop lights. And I'm out!!! (Drops the mic)

Slack Ass Parenting...WTF??

So right now I'm on vacation in my hometown of NYC. As I've been here without my normal means of transportation which is my own vehicle, I've been using public transportation such as the bus and train. Well, earlier today I had the displeasure of being in the same subway car as a woman accompanied by her four children. The amount of children she had meant nothing to me, it was the way she conducted herself and how she controlled the actions of her children.....she didnt. She treated that subway car as if it was her own damn livingroom. Not to the sense of lounging in pajamas and watching tv. I mean she yelled to her children as if they were at home and they acted as if they were too. First of all, she did one of the things that irk the shit out of me as a parent. She was negotiating with bad behavior and pleading with her loud and unruly children. "Would you sit down dammit?!"; "Why you do that for?!"; "Get over here I already told you too many times!" and on and on and on. And I mean she is screaming this shit. And they're screaming right back. Falling out on the dirty ass floor or the car, yelling to the top of their lungs. At a couple points she even put the oldest one in a headlock to keep him quiet but she's still yelling at the others. Even the one in the stroller was wilding out and she laughed like it was the cutest thing ever. As a mother with some damn sense, it was disgraceful.

They all acted like monkeys but they were all dressed like hip hop and R&B stars. And to add insult to injury, other parents with their children on the train were being asked by their own offspring what the problem with those kids and mother was. Some parents need to get right and step their game up.

I can't blink correctly when my children do the slightest disrespectful or out of proper behavioral thing in public or even at home. Especially in public. And since this is my blog and my opinion on subjects such as this I'm going to say what the fuck I feel. Should I ever need to, I fuck my sons up!! And I say sons because my daughter is only 8 months old. But my sons know they can show out if they want to meet a well deserved ass whooping. Not because I don't want them to have fun or be kids. But because I have taught them to behave and a breech of agreement causes the ramifications of a belt to thhe behind. There's a time to reason and a time to assert your parental duty of a stern session to physical discipline. Shit! The couple of wayward mothers I saw during this trip doing the same shit need an ass cutting too!

I can however, only control my parental actions. So to the woman on the train, I hope you do better asap because theirs still hope. You just have to put in the work. All parents committed to making sure your children represent themselves and your parenting well, positively and effectively, say "Aye"!

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Attack of the Man Playing A DJ

So last night I went to a 30th birthday gathering for a close friend of mine in NYC. I met some new people and had some extremely needed laughs. The place that the gathering was held was fun looking and had a bunch of attractions. We went into the area of the dance floor and it started out to be really fun because the floor was full of people having a good time. Then the man playing a DJ decided to show everyone what a homemade playlist on shuffle built on the best Billboard top song entries completely ruined by an accompanying techno beat could do. OMG IT WAS HORRIBLE!!! "Juicy" by Biggie Smalls was followed by "I Love Rock & Roll"! On numerous occasions the dance floor cleared out only to leave the die hard dance-crazy-because-I'm-wasted fans offbeatly bouncing up and down to a musical massacre. Now let me set the record straight: there's nothing wrong with other genres of music besides hip-hop. But the job of a DJ is to keep the crowd dancing. THE CROWD! Not your 8 drunk cousins there to support you. It was as if the DJ was on Twitter or Facebook asking his friends what to play next. On a couple occasions, people from the group I was with went to the booth to request things such as a stream of reggae. Do you know what we got? One true old school tune and "Here Comes The Hotstepper" by Ini Kamozie and that's it!! And the mixes were trash! A bunch of strobe beats with and horrible scratch simulations. There was even The Jackson 5's "I Want You Back" put to a techno mix! Straight garbino!! We were so happy when the lights came on because we knew the pain was over. Here's the lesson: Just because you have a playlist on your iPod titled as "Killer Club Mix" does not give you the credentials to become a DJ effectively. Nor does a tattoo of a headset, turntables and a cool-sounding stage name. Smh. And I'm out!

Do I Feel 30??

If you're close to me then you know that I'm very excited about my 30th birthday coming around the corner this October 17, 2010. I'm usually dancing around at the notion of it. Anxious about the big 3-day bash celebrating it. Or just running through the streets of Columbia, SC screaming "WOOOO HOOOO!!". However, i ve been receiving mixed feelings about this milestone birthday. Not that, in some cases, I give two halves of a whole fuck about opinions but its interesting to hear all of the different views on what 30 is supposed to feel like.

To some, I'm supposed to be ashamed of my age and do all that I can to keep a vice grip on my youth. To some I should be as excited as a shot of Patrón will get me. And to some I shouldn't be affected at all. Its just another year. What I don't like is the automatic negativity that accompanies the reveal of my age. I've heard things from "that's okay, you can just say you're 25" to "oh...I'm sorry". I didn't pass away dammit! Quite the opposite! I'm so happy that I even made it this far with the loving husband, children and personal achievements that I've got that anything less than excitement for this day doesn't give me the right to even see a birthday. As a matter of fact, I can't wait to become 80 years old. I've got plans for being the most friendly asshole ever! I want the neighborhood children to come up to my property and say amongst the new kid on the block "You see this house? This house is the Campbell House. Be careful with this one. Old Mrs. Campbell will say good morning, bake cookies, get your ball out of her yard and give it to you and she has the best holiday candy! But if you're doing something you're not supposed to, she'll bring out her paintball gun and camoflague and wait for you in the bushes then shoot you in the back and tell your parents that she did it!"

Yep, I'm elated to see another year of growth, experiences and life. I dfon't plan on defining my attitude as a 30-year-old persona or anything close. Do I feel 30? No. I feel like me.

I'm Not Mainstream - Get Over It

One thing that I absolutely loathe is the conversations I have with people that begin with "Have you seen/heard (insert main stream media element here)?" And when my response is usually "no", I am greeted with a battle of my trendiness or coolness or even blackness! Another thing I get are the almost confused pup-like stares when I explain that I don't give a shit. Case in point, I was recently asked if I watch the show "The Wire" and I said no I did not. Not one single solitary episode. I was immediately barraged with "What? Why not? That show is the shit!" I explained (which I will not do again because it's my choice) that I don't choose to watch this show because I have personally seen some of the things that I read the show was about and I choose not to relive or acknowledge that type of content. Done. Period. Should have been end of story but of course not because some people just don't understand that everyone doesn't watch everything. So I get the response of "of course! That's why you should watch it! It's real!" No dammit! It's a fucking show! Actors are getting paid an awful amount of money to entertain! But regardless of which, the bottom line is that just because a show has a hot actor, a song has the number one spot on 106th & Park, and a pair of glasses has a $200 pricetag and a definitive logo doesn't mean I have to give two halves of a whole damn. I don't knock the people that do enjoy such things at all but I do take offense when my merit is questioned by a matter of viewer ratings. I'm just that "I don't care sometimes" person. End of story.

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Top 10 Pet Peeves

A couple years ago, I put a post on YouTube displaying my pet peeves. Today, I'm going to go into my mental roledex to find my new pet peeves of 2010
10. Socks with flip-flops. Some things never change.
9. Grown men wearing sagging jeans or skinny jeans that are sagging.
8. People that are only able to have a good time when they're drinking.
7. Describing something as stupid when you've never tried it.
6. Cars that are parked crazy-like.
5. Cigarette smoke around children.
4. Uncombed wigs.
3. People that don't do what they say they will.
2. Falling asleep and when awaken swear they weren't asleep.
1. Men that assume that when I say that I'm married it means that I will sleep with them anyway.

Bless

Silly Lady, Tricks Are For Kids

So I just came from an outing and I swear, I can’t for the life of me understand why some adults act like children. Needing to be the center of attention for negative reasons, whining and crying about things not worthy of such. Throwing temper tantrums when things don’t go a certain way. Why are some people that have spent enough years on this earth to know better, able to do better. I will have to post more on this subject soon but for now, I’ve got to get some sleep and thank God for blessing me with morals, maturity and common sense.

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Girlfriends When You're Grown Ups

When I was younger, having a best friend meant that there was a guaranteed person to play with, talk to, have sleepovers with, dress alike with and more. As I grew older, I was under the impression that good things such as this would evolve into better, sturdier relationships. Of course, that hasn’t been the case in with all of the friends I’ve had. Now I’ll admit that a couple of the friendship mishaps I’ve had were of my own doing. I can be too nice and too trusting (past tense really because I’ve learned a valuable lesson). But for the most part, a good amount of the women I’ve met have been wolves in designer clothing. Why is it so easy for those who are supposed to be the more mature sex into such childish bullshit? Talking behind backs but smiling in faces does not make you a real woman. It makes you a catty bitch. I’m the type of woman that you never have to worry about what I’ve been saying about you. You’ll hear it from me personally if I have had anything negative to say. Or positive for that matter. I do still have friends that I’ve had for years and we normally go through ups and downs. We stop talking for a bit, then come back. Life gets in the way, then we come back. It’s normal. And I believe it’s healthy. It’s all the extra politics that get in the way of what could be true sisterhood that I can’t stand. Sometimes I miss having the 3am phone calls about the boyfriend that upset a girlfriend. And I miss when what came out of that 3 hour cry/convo session was some real resolve instead of going through the runaround over and over with the same significant other. But that’s another blog altogether. I guess my point to all this is to not let growing up become the demise of some really good values on friendship that you learned on the playground. Sometimes it’s okay to go back.

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Music....does something to me!

The power of music is incredible. I remember having a conversation with someone years ago about afrodesiacs and music came up. Aside from chocolate, pheremones and oysters, music is definitely the thing that can put people in a mood with just a couple seconds of sound. And as much as people complain about the music today (I’m guilty of this too), there’s still something about a certain song that will either make you jump onto the dancefloor, cry or want to make love that’s unmatched by any other medium. I can’t get enough of it! And I’m into multiple genres of music as well so I guess I’ll forever be a happy victim to it’s power. I even enjoy thinking of dance routines in my head listening to certain songs before I come close to attempting them. I won’t pull off in my car until I have a song that displays my mood on full blast. I walk to a beat. I breathe to my own theme songs. It’s just……wow.

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My Definition of a Healthy Marriage

I will be the first to admit that I'm no expert but I do have a good bit of experience on the subject of marriage. I know there's a bunch of books claiming to know the sure-fire secrets to the perfect marriage. First of all, that shit doesn't exist! There's no perfect anything, especially marriage. The reason that many of the books and articles that can be read may not work is that YOU are the only one reading them. A wonderful union involves two people so if only half of the union is taking in notes, suggestions and ideas, it's as effective as a bank with an open safe holding your money.

My definition of a healthy marriage is just that. Mine! I can only suggest what makes my marriage happy. One thing I have learned is that communication is key and the glue to hold your matrimonial bond. Then again, communication works for various aspects of life in general. Keeping secrets is for losers because eventually the secrets come out and they're usually accompanied with lies. And that is a different breed of holy crap all together. As much as some don't agree with my methods, I tell my husband everything that comes up that requires his attention. I say this because saying that I tell him everything would be an unrealistic lie. I can't remember, nor do I know everything so how could I tell him everything? Therefore, I tell him all the things related to my needs, wants, our growth and respect for each other. I'm not saying that all literature and counselors are totally wrong. Some have some really good ideas and viewpoints. And in some cases it's good to get a third parties input on some issues. However, I am saying that in life and especially in marriage, you have to find what works for you and your spouse equally before including any further input. You may be starting an issue you didn't have or could resolve without the hassle and better results.

Bless

Gamer Wife

I have to put this out there. While some wives can't stand their husbands playing video games for long hours, I absolutely love it when my husband gets into a game. I get into it right along with him. There's something so pleasing about watching a man that deserves a couple moments of fun, enjoy a video game. I have two sons and I love to see them happy playing with toys and such. Same exact concept with him. It's a beautiful thing.

I say this in the hopes that ladies everywhere with a significant other that enjoys video games or sports or what ever, get in on it with them. You never know how much fun you'll have and he'll definitely have a great time knowing that there's something that the two of you can share without argument. Trust me when I say that a female gamer is as attractive as all get out! I know because I am one. Bless. :)

Still High Off Of Southern Fried

I returned from Southern Fried 2010 that was held in Knoxville, TN on Sunday afternoon. Before I say anything else, let me express my complete and utter appreciation for every single person that helped me get there. I love you so very much and it was an amazing experience for me. And with that......OMG IT WAS AMAZING!!! Since I'm a super rookie, I enjoy slamming very much because it was such a random thing. I couldn't judge the crowd and I couldn't gauge the judges. However, the cyphers, open mics, intriguing conversations til 5am and outright fellowship of poets were enough for me to definitely confirm wanting to attend next year. ATL is the place to be for Southern Fried 2011. My team The Unusual Suspects will be in full effect and I'm sure VerseWorks will be ready as well. I learned so much about the art and I'm so inspired to continue writing, spitting and becoming a better poet. My pen hasn't stopped moving it seems. This will not be the last blog about the event that I post so get ready for it. It was a life changing experience for sure!!!

THIS DAMN BLOG!!!!

I have got to display my outright outrage with this blog. I've been attempting for the last 2 hours to get my blog www.queencampbelltoday.blogspot.com and this particular blog (queencampbell.blogspot.com) on the same wavelength. Considering that they were both formed with the EXACT SAME E-MAIL ADDRESS!!!! It's extremely difficult and completely nerve racking. So NOW, THIS IS MY DAMN BLOG!!!! Sheesh am I upset. Not just because I can't have the blog I started. But because I can't even get to the blog I started to edit it in any way nor is there ANY CONTACT INFORMATION FOR GOOGLE THAT IS WORTH A SHIT!!!! Man, I am super pissed. Going to take a super shower and go the fuck to bed!!!