Recap

So I am sitting here with a swollen face chit chatting on G-chat and was just hit to write a blog. This whole wisdom tooth thing is not the business. Next time I have to get something like this done, God forbid, I'm going all the way under. Dope me up for real.

So first and foremost I must say that too many things are going down this week. The march on Washington which took place yesterday to protest the first black President health care reform was just ridiculous. And no matter how much the protesters claim that it wasn't a race or hate issue, why the signs with Nazi symbols and pictures of Obama with terrorists? Does it make sense to oppose health care for Americans and yet support financial bailout of companies that only have themselves as interest? The GOP is really showing it's true colors, or should I say color.

In tandem, Congressman Joe Wilson should be ashamed of himself and I hope that he loses the next election by a landslide while his family sits at home with Gov Sanford's wife drinking cocktails and laughs in his face for sealing his political career's coffins.

In other, non-political news, I think I would have reacted the same way Serena did on the court. The linesman ran scared didn't she? And no, Serena did not tell that lady she was going to kill her. I was surprised at that myself. Logically, is the Williams sister really going to kill the linesman over a non-existent foot fault and lose Nike endorsement deal? Really?

All that aside, I am so hype about the VMAs this year. This is what I have to look forward to when one can't leave the house (and I still have to go to work tomorrow). So ABDC (go We Are Heroes!), VMAs (twittering too) and maybe Youtube-ing some more fashion week highlights!

'Tis All.

I have to do better

I have got to do better about maintaining this blog! This is getting out of hand, but I do appreciate those of who you keep reminding me that this webpage is collecting dust.

OMG! So my thought for today is that I have got to do better:
*I got up and worked out (elliptical and pilates) because I have got to do better.
*I updated my resume because I have got to do better.
*I ate egg whites and whole wheat toast with a side of applesauce this morning because I have got to do better.
*I am now an Independent Sales Consultant for Mary Kay cosmetics because I have got to do better.
*I am posting more stuff on my ebay page because I have got to do better.

On a tangent, sometimes I think people do stuff instinctively to cause some nonsense. The only thing I can do is shake my head and keep it moving. SIGH, y'all already know what I am talking about (or I assume you do). And if you don't well then.I'm not entertaining that follishness today. NOT AT ALL.<--- I have GOT to do better.

Hey ya!

I feel that if I read some exclusive coverage about someone else's domestic abuse trial and tribulation I might just scream. The media just digs up people to comment on any type of domestic abuse to get traffic. People are coming out accusing everyone and their mother of violence like is a trend, like these pants[Hammer don't hurt 'em]. I have read at least 5 different reports of men and women beating the fire out of their mates. "Chris Brown" has been officially declared a verb. I'm not saying drop it, but deal with it where it really matters, your local precinct and/or support group.

In other news, economists predict that by 2010, unemployment will rise to 9.4%. That's almost as high as the HIV/AIDS rate in Washington, DC. The bailout money that is going AIG employees as bonuses could have been given as a grant to new entrepreneurs (maybe, me?) to start their own business or people who are already unemployed, and create more jobs rather than going into the pockets of people who already are getting paid big time anyway. Don't get mad Congress, half of America wasn't buying into the BIG BUSINESS BAILOUT BLUES to start with. The other half voted for McCain.

And I guess since it's St. Patrick's Day, I should at least mention something in regards to it (other than beer, cabbage, and corned beef). The Pope is going to Africa. I am just concerned that his immune system isn't up for the challenge, since most Popes tend to be two breaths from death, and history shows that most Europeans venturing to the motherland get sick - I'm just saying. But on the other hand with the increase interest in Africa (oil drilling in Somalia to be exact, on top of the bountiful resources)you have to wonder if this isn't a political move. I'm just putting it out there.

But on a serious note, St. Patrick is most famous for being captured, turned into a slave, having a vision and hearing the Voice of God who showed him how to escape, was ordained a Bishop in the Catholic Church, went to Ireland, and went about the business of converting the masses to Christianity through preaching and the incorporation of Celtic practices into Christian ritual.

The Shamrock represents the Holy Trinity (although this wasn't until after America was founded, so it probably had another religious meaning before then). It is also the name of a little known Marvel character, but she never had her own comic.

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'Tis All.

Alter Egos ` Part Deux

So...Phoenix Rayne in pants...anybody who grew up with me during this time period pretty much knows about that craziness. Sneaking out, being accused of stealing cars, hanging out with people who stole cars and carried weapons that I can't mention just in case, perfecting hiding weaponry in weaves and so forth, finding inconvenient ways to get the attention she thought she deserved, et cetera.

All that to say, there comes a time when your alter ego has to either disappear or merge into who you are (short of schizo), to help to to grow and understand life in a different way. That it is a defense mechanism, a way to protect you from some unseen emotion or conviction. Being able to say that you as an alter ego did something is almost like a subconscious justification for the action to the dominant personality. Like an actor on stage, the vulnerability factor goes through the roof for both the actor and the character, but at the end of the day, the actor can say 'I didn't do this action b/c the character wouldn't have done it'. With an alter, you can assume the character and assume the world is the stage, but it only works if there are other players - and if you are able to shed that character at the end of the scene.

But my alter ego still lives a little, and if I drink she sometimes has an accent. Every once in a while, I will throw caution to the wind and just live (that's what wigs are for). But, as you get older, you don't have the same safety nets that you do when you are younger. If you slash a tire now, you might actually catch a case if someone sees you do it. If you have that hot passionate sex with a total stranger, you might be assassinated. If you fight at the club, your @$$ might just go to jail. If you fall in love, you may have your heart broken without a repairman nearby to fix it...or a sponsor... ;-p

So the moral of this story, live life without regrets, accept yourself for who are and if you want to change something about yourself, change it in a healthy way, but still be true to yourself and don't drop standards for anything or anyone and you won't need an alter ego...just a few wigs, a nice pair of hater blockers, and a tight mini dress to wear while you get down with the get down!

'Tis All.

Let's talk about Alter Egos

Everyone has one nowadays. Ciara has CiCi, Lil' Jon a la Dave Chapelle, Michael Jackson has Diana Ross...I'm not exempt from this phenom.

In elementary school, I came home from school to find my clothes being thrown in a garbage bag because wearing pants was / is against the Word. Traumatic I know.

So it was around this time that I started sneaking. It started with putting pants I salvaged from the fireless bon-fire in my bag and changing in the bathroom at school. I had these polka-dotted red and white overall shorts that were something fierce!

Sneaking pants led to wearing make up which led to being flirtacios which led to a whole host of fool-ush-ness I won't go into that resulted in me being the take first ask questions later attention-whore. A.K.A. Phoenix Rayne in pants....

Battery is low on the phone. To Be Continued.

'Tis NOT All.

Diva Is For Divine

I am currently re-reading 'Unveiling the Diva Mystique' and I think that every Christian female (and especially Eastern Stars) should pick this book up at least once. It beautifully illustrates guiding principles that shows that we are Divas not because our nails and hair are laid, but because we are justified by our God and how living for Him ultimately makes us into the awesome women we are! Yep, I'm a Diva.... and not b/c BeyBounce' made the song.

In a non-diva-like manner, I saw a man today that made me trip while getting ready to walk in traffic. What do you say to something like that? What do you do besides shrug your shoulders and remind yourself that 20% of men in DC carry that Silent Assassin - that Ninja - that Sniper.

In other news I met a Latino named Joe. That was a new experience for me. He asked me for my number...then he asked me where I lived. That is a big no-no.

But back to the topic at hand, 'Diva Mystique' also gives you questions for reflection at the end of each lesson to make your life more diva-licious by the Word. Like a cool glass of wine on a lonely winter night wrapped in a blanket next to a warm fire...or a cold kool-aid next to a space heater.

Just go read the book...this could go on all night

'Tis All.

Iraqi Kiss

Really? They say that this is the most disrespectful way to show disapproval... But, you have to give props where props is due...Bush dodged those shoes like Black men avoid the cops, like Kobe avoids white women, Soldja Boy avoids good lyrics, and Lil' Wayne avoids enunciation.

'Tis All.