First off, my condolences to those victims in this week’s Metro tragedy. Although I am not a frequent Metro rider, I still take it even now and then. That day, I was headed to a friend’s house to help them hook up their wireless network. This friend lives literally 5 blocks from the incident . I sat in traffic trying to get there and wondering why 10 ambulances whipped past me. At the time I had no clue what was going on. After parking what seemed like miles away from my friend’s house, when I got there, I finally found out what was going on. So again, my prayers go out to all of the victims.
In today’s society with your traditional media (news, newspapers) and now the internet and social media avenues like Twitter, everyone wants to be the first to report something. It has to be the exclusive. Celebrities can’t even go to the store without a bunch of picture hungry camera folk following them. And when tragedies occur, people (and I’m including the media) are quick to speculate.
I read an article online a few minutes ago talking about the Metro incident and you should see the responses written by some people. Everyone is trying to guess what caused the accident. Faulty signals, faulty brakes, you name it. I even read someone say that the reason the train crashed is because the operator was a black female. Are you serious? A black female? So if it was a white female, it would have been different? How about a black male? A white male? An asian male?
Can we let the NTSB do their job? Unless you were driving that train…..unless you were in that museum…..unless you were in that car when the assault happened…..you don’t know a thing and you should wait until the facts come out.
Lives were lost. People were hurt.
Stop being so quick to blame but slow to learn.
My Daddy Day was good. No complaints. Breakfast served. Cards. I’m good. Best of all, I realized I’m raising a hustler. Check it.
After breakfast, Lil Freshalina asks me if I wanted a massage. So of course I’m like yeah. She says she’ll be right back.
Mind you, the little one is 7 going on 25. A true girly girl but active so don’t get it twisted.
Next thing I hear this snap. My eyes are closed because I’m supposed to be getting relaxed but real talk, I had a serious case of the “itis” so bruh-man was about to doze off for a quick nap. But the snap sound – I couldn’t make out what it was. So naturally my mind is racing trying to figure it out.
First thought, damn, wifey trying to get busy in broad daylight. Wooooo-weeee!!! Then I remembered nah, the kid is up. Boooooooooo.
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You know what’s funny about this weekend…..Father’s get little to no love.
Mother’s get brunch advertisements and jewelry and the like. Dad’s…..well….let me put it this way. Last night I saw an ad for concrete mix company. Father’s Day special. Get your driveway repaved. Can I just ask…what does repaving a driveway have to do with Father’s Day?!?!?
But I’m not bitter. It’s just funny.
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So I’m in the bathroom this weekend taking a dump and it feels like I’m going to be in there for a while so I reach for one of wifey’s magazines to pass time.
Well this one particular magazine isn’t specific for women of color but you know, there’s no law saying that each race has to only read their own magazine right. Hell, I read GQ and Details occasionally myself.
Anyway, as I’m flipping through the pages I’m pretty bored. They have typical articles like “shed 20 pounds in 4 weeks” (blah), “how to get the man of your dreams “(yeah right he doesn’t exist), “shopping on a budget” (never seen those two words in a sentence before)…….and then I stumble upon something that catches my eye. Nope it wasn’t Mel B’s abs or that Nicole girl from the Pussycat Dolls (cause if it was that page would get ripped out!)….it was an ad.
What was the ad for Fresh?
Glad you asked.
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I just got some money. The plan was simple.
Hop on the B41 and head downtown Brooklyn. Destination? The jewelry spot right across from Fulton Mall.
I was on a mission.
For what?
Today was the day I was supposed to meet the dude in the store to get the impressions taken for my gold teeth. Yup. Your boy Fresh wanted to come home and smile to his mom like this:
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Party people….party people…..can y’all get funky?!?!?!?!
So much to post, so little time….Ummmmm……..vaca was good. Relaxing. It wasn’t anything extravagant. Just more of a weekend getaway but I will give you this one very important tid bit of information. Write it down because it is crucial to your existence.
Young wh.ite people + lots of alcohol = f*ckin crazy (in a good laughable way)
Let’s get random with it………..
#1 – I walked into work today and was greeted by a fresh crispy $20 bill. How did I get it? What made this past weekend good? Watching the Cavs lose. You know what made it even better? Watching this guy…
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I haven’t blogged in a while but uhhh……
Why start now?!
A well needed …. well earned vacation is on the way…..
Be easy people. I’ll be back next week…
There’s things you do.
And there’s things you don’t do.
One of the things you don’t do is talk about somebody’s mama. Nope. Never.
You remember when you were little, there would be two people ABOUT to fight and the one thing that pushed one person over the edge is the comment the other person made about their mother. As they say “THEM FIGHTING WORDS”
The gentleman below is Mark C.uban – owner of the Dall.as Maver.icks and billionaire businessman. I respect his business acumen. (I did say billionaire right?) but……….
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she got stabbed in a shootout…….
To all of the fly mamacitas, MILFs, women holding it down because the sperm donator is a punk *ss bee-atch, this day is for you.
You know, us men, we try to be hard and create this aura and never let women break our hearts or even get into our hearts, but the truth is, there will always be one woman that will always have our heart. That’s our mothers (take note ladies, the key to a man’s heart isn’t really his stomach, it’s his momma). We could be a broke, bum, not worth a dime type of dude, but our mama will let us sleep on the couch in the basement, feed us and fend for us. Am I lying?
So to all of the superwomen out there, I hope you have a wonderful day!
Good day my fellow bloggers.
The weather was warm this past weekend and lawd knows all of Sixty’s and BK’s cousins were out and about looking like……wait…my momma says if ain’t got nothin’ nice to say don’t say nothin’ at all…….BUT……my momma don’t read this blog…..HA!
Anyway, your cousin’s were out looking like straight dirt. I’m sayin…I saw it all last weekend. More than I wanted to see. I saw short shorts, hoochie mama shorts, I mean they could have damn near been boyshorts, ass cheeks hanging out.
I saw undone toes, funky nail and toe polish combinations (which probably made every As.ian nail salon owner happy as hell). I saw tons of cellulite. Tons.
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