NO SHOPPING Thurs - Sat. Nov. 1-3rd!!! We CAN IMPACT economy!

Please Do NOT Shop Thursday thru Saturday (Nov. 1, 2nd or 3rd) in honor of National Black Out Day (Nov. 2nd). Get off that shopping train for a minute. Give your wallet a break and send a message that OUR money is important to the economy. No ONLINE shopping either;-).

Click HERE for one article explaining National Black Out Day. There are others if you care to google it;-).

...I now return to my previously scheduled hiatus... and below is further inspiration for me to stay focused;-)


*click top image (taken during 2003 NYC Black out) for source.

**STAY TUNED...when I return (in about a month) - it's going to be on a WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL.....

Wednesday Wisdoms & Wonders - FINALE

Welcome Back for Wednesday Wisdom, vol. 21
The Grand Finale of Wisdoms!

This post offers a sampling of the many family wisdoms & witticisms that I was blessed to grow up with. They're finally starting to make sense to me & now, I can Dig It:

"I'm not your friend. I'm your mother."

"We don't send you to that school to make friends. We send you there to get an education."
~ Ma

"Advice: Wise men don't need it and fools won't heed it."

"Please and Thank you, Please and Thank you..." (reinforcing most important
words in English language).

"Learn to do it the correct way then you can lean or put your arm out the window." (when teaching me to drive, of course;-)
~ Daddy

"Better to be quiet and thought a fool than open your mouth and remove all doubt."

"Every knock is a boost!"
~ Great Aunt, Martha - R.I.P.

"I wanna be buried on my side. My friends can come and see my smiling face and my enemies can go around and kiss my Black azzz!"
~ Great Uncle, Popeye - R.I.P.

"Be what you gonna be."
~ Great Uncle, William - R.I.P.

"I'll bet you read them signs from now on!"
~ Eldest Nephew, at the age of 4 or 5 (as I grumbled about a parking ticket;-)

I CHOOSE to...

... BECOME MY OWN DREAM!
I've discovered the REAL Secret to success. Simply BE...
I'm inspired by many of you, but feeling that last kick in the butt that I needed from Sistah Kiki's recent post .

It's time for me to stop talking 'bout it and be about it. I've hinted at it before, but now I am on a serious one woman crusade to live the BEST life through my efforts.

*I Choose to EAT healthy options!
No longer complain about health issues. If I "know" that bad health is hereditary because terrible eating habits were passed down then I simply choose to break those slave mentality chains.

*I Choose to INGEST healthy images!
I won't complain about racism and other injustices - I simply no longer support the networks or let the suggested media hyped shyt into my head.

*I Choose to DO healthy ACTIVities!!
As my nephew liked to sing when he was three: I got to MOVE it! MOVE it!

All that to say - I've sat at this computer and interacted on the internet long enough. I've been blogging just over a year, now. And love y'all as I do - it's time for me to make a REAL change - not just take a li'l break like I've tried in the past. I'm gonna pull a Jac, or Dan and be GHOST for a good while!

Please, do NOT think the above are judgments on how you choose to live or decisions you choose to make. I'm posting this so each day that I'm drawn back to this blog-o-sphere - when I peek in here I'll have a glaring reminder to GET up off my azzz and make my life ALL that I want it to BE! No excuses and NO regrets!!

So, for now, I'm going to have a nice, tall, frosty glass of ... my own advice;-). Aaaaaahhhhhhh!

*** Of course, I'll be back at some point & will continue to attend blogger gatherings. First, I've got some LIVING to "catch up on".


HUGZ!!

*click on image for source.

We interrupt Wed. Wisdom for a bit of fun: Throwing Caution & "good sense" to the WIND

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind....or so some songwriter said! Here lately, I have been having an AB.So.LUTE. Flirtatious BLAST during most of my weekends! Do I care that I have been "funky blind" during the flirtatious interludes? Do I care that the Brothers did NOT find my inebriated flirtations S.E.X.Y. or Attractive? HELLL to the NAWWW! My actions and pure bliss had NOTHING to DO with THEM (it's ALL about MEE, dammit!!;-)! Do I care that they'll talk about me negatively...maybe a li'l bit, but NOT really. LOLOLOL;-). I won't end up on any YouTube video moments of Girlz Gone Wild or Pole Dancing like the chick in the following clip, so I'm "guit".



But, I must say I feel as if I've been flying. Maybe I was too restrained during my college years and early twenties, so maybe I'm living out some delayed fantasies. Let me clue ya in. Maybe, I'm "too old" to be acting like this but it is TRULY hilarious to me - especially since no one is getting hurt. Here are is one example:

Went to dinner with some girl friends recently (well, a girl friend and her friend). Gentlemen proceeded to buy us drinks. Caution: Free Liquor will get ya EVERY time! LOL!

I knew I needed to "walk it off", so we left that restaurant/bar to head to a lounge/bar four blocks away. The air and walk felt great, but I was still "tipsy" & flirtatious! Flirted w/ the door man at the bar/lounge when he said he needed to frisk us. "Bring it ON! Can I frisk U back?" It must be awful to be a bouncer after midnight. LOL! We go in. My girls find seats. I know I need to keep standing and dancing to gauge my level of intoxication (see? I'm not that drunk afterall. I'm just "nice". Ha Haaaaa!). I dance with two short brothers. I'm 5'5" and one of them I had to look down at, doesn't matter that I was wearing my fly stacked heels (that only takes me up to 5'8")!

First shortie was a well dressed "Rog" from What's Happening who my girls were clowning when we first walked in. But, I don't tend to join in on "joanin'" on brothers and will dance with anyone. So, we get our boogie on. I excuse myself after the songs to go to the ladies. Whew! Finally, this alcohol is working its way out of my system. When I return, well dressed "Rog" offers me a drink, I order water. I'm drunk, not stupid;-). Then the second shorty asks me to dance (this one I should've said NO to). He smells like last week's cigarettes and keeps telling me he's in love and has found his wife in me. I repeatedly tell him: "It's just a dance, Bruh. Enjoy it for what it is." Again, I'm drunk - not stupid -or- blind.

Then, Lo & Behold, Tall, Sexy, Caramel with a chocolate coating strolls in and I ask how much he charges for his body guard services. LOL! I figure: what the hell! He and I flirt, talk smack, kick the willy bobo and what have u. I don't know what the hell led upto his desire to pick me up (Refuse to admit I'm drunk, but I'm not really that sober, either;-). Maybe he needed to flex his musKles and show all that he could lift a "healthy" girl! I indulged his need to flex & thought it hilarious when he attempted to lift me at the bar! My girls were "appalled". "How could u let that man lift you up? U don't even know him!" Exactly, if I knew him he wouldn't be lifting me at a public venue while I'm fully dressed in jeans and all!