Pink Pants

I didn't wake up until 3pm today and it felt great. I haven't had that much sleep in a long time. I should probably follow that up with more sleep so I can get up in the morning and FINALLY go to the gym so I won't be mistaken for Rick Ross. Anyway, last weekend or the weekend before that I went on a work pants frenzy. I got new running shoes at a liquidation sale which was cool. I also got a pair of pink pants. I know. Pink pants. I mean, they looked so cute on the manniquin. And they look cute on me but they're pink. Not soft pastel pink, but pink pink. Almost peptol bismol pink. Not as hot pink but pretty pink. I'm not sure that I can or should wear these to work but please believe that I'm going to try. My laptop is hot and I need to wash my face so I'm going to bed but if you have any suggestions on how I can tone down the pinkness of these pants feel free to leave me a comment and let me know. Caio!

March Husband

I love this song. I'm really going to have to go out and buy all of this dude's albums. Raheem DeVaughn is officially my March husband. I love him.

10 Things You Should Know About Me...

1. I never go to bed when I should.

2. I love to play songs on repeat.

3. Shopping all day makes me physically ill.

4. I'm really shy.

5. I remember more than most people think I do.

6. I can always find a sponsor.

7. I want to be a nun.

8. I have control issues.

9. I hate exercise but I love the results.

10. I'm the hardest working lazy person you'll ever come across.

Mixtapes

Friday night, I decided that it would be a great idea to freshen up my Itunes playlist. That was not a bright idea. In fact, it's never a bright idea. On average it takes about an hour to delete or add a new song. Knowing this, I decided to start this process right before I went to bed. I told myself it was only going to take 20 minutes tops, but that turned into 2 hours. I blame my mixtape problem for this. You see I've always liked different types of music so in order to make one complete tape I had to mix it up. Sometimes this meant recording a song off the radio. At other times it was recording a song from another tape. Either way the process was pretty ridiculous. You would think with the all the advances in technology making a mix CD would be alot easier. I'm here to tell you that it's not. Depending on where I get the song I still have to try to cut off the DJ talking over all the good parts. I still have to decide the order of the playlist. I still have to start all over if the format isn't right. And in some cases making a mix CD is a little worse than making a tape. Case in point: if I messed up on a tape I could just tape over it. If I mess up on a CD, I have to get a new CD and start over. I'm saying all of this b/c I chose to use my good, valuable bedtime to make three different playlist for a friend of mine. I will not get paid for this. My CD's probably won't even be reimbursed. And it's cool. It just takes so much time. But he deserves to hear "Dedication 2" and every other song Wayne has been on this year and I feel it's my duty to help out the less fortunate. Besides he told me that my mixes are sick and flattery will get you everywhere with me.

The Wait is Over!

This right here, is a certified example of pure awesomeness. First of all this magazine is sold on a website entitled "House of Nubian" where you can get anything from a bezeled out watch, to incense, to a bed in a bag. Hustle man has officially moved to the internet. All the convenience of the incense & oil man at the touch of your hand. Secondly, the title of the magazine is F.E.D.S. or Finally, Every Dimension of the Streets. This has provided me & JYR with so much entertainment over the past week. She was also responsible for finding this beautiful mess, so it's only right that I share her synopsis of this great piece of literature. Check it out below.

"That is def someone's Uncle LeRoy "Tuskegee Red" Watson, hottest dice player and numbers game runner this side of the Mississippi. Seated next to him is his longtime bottom chick Dottie "Yellow Bone Boom Boom" Washington. They met at a strip club in '72, where she worked as a cocktail waitress/bathroom attendant. Tuskegee Red asked for some of her sugar and they've been making sweet Kool-Aid ever since. After a brief stint in the state pen on some light RICO charges, T-Red was released and became a gas station attendant at the local BP, which he later bought for $250 and a jar of pickled pig feet. He and Dottie never had children, but they do have two teacup poodles and a Rottweiler they consider family.

Upon closer inspection, I am pretty sure that picture was taken during a conjugal visit. If that isn't a prison uniform he has on, I don't know what is.

Seriously, this magazine is like the Sister 2 Sister of street life."
Exactly.

It's Been A Long Time, I Shouldna Left You

I finally figured out what the problem was with the format. I wanted to post, but everytime I would come to my blog the format would be off and I would just get so irritated. At first I thought it was the Superbowl videos, so I reluctantly took them off and things were still f'ed up. I soon realized it was all b/c of Ginuwine that everything was so jacked up. He must not have appreciated my post. In return he put a small case of roots on my blog. I guess all is forgiven now b/c everything's back to normal. It was a long, rough week and a long informative weekend. I'll catch you up later. I'm sleepy so I'm going to bed.

My Heart & Prayers Go Out to You...

Ginuwine - Tell Me Do U Wanna
Uploaded by R33f

Ginuwine - In Those Jeans
Uploaded by hakim93200

Put Ginuwine at the top of your prayer lists b/c he is going through it.

Changes

I really don't have the time to write or reflect at the present time but my mind keeps wandering off while I try to do more important (and much more boring) things. Sometimes I reflect on past decisions or lack thereof and I think about all of the things that I could have done better or just differently. I think that's why I'm so hard on my little sister at times. I've made it a mission to try A LOT of things, some favorable some not, and I really want her to have the luxury of not having to learn from the same mistakes as I did. I'm learning that this is probably impossible. If you have a sibling you know what I mean. Sometimes I feel like my mistakes mean nothing at all. But I'm starting to realize that they do mean something to someone and most of the time it has turned out to be me. I mean, my sister listens as much as a little sister living her own life can, but she's got to do her and honestly, I respect that. And truthfully, I'm really the one that needs to learn from my mistakes b/c it's my life. So, I guess I've learned that while my mistakes are valuable teaching tools, they are ultimately for me to learn from and if anyone else benefits then it's purely a bonus. It's still really hard when you love someone a whole lot and you see them taking a well travelled path that didn't end particularly well for you, but I guess that's how parents feel all the time. Thankfully, my mom sits back quietly as my sister and I continue to live our own lives. She only interjects when necessary or when asked and I love her for it. Well, since I've gone over my 6 minute typing allotment I have to go, but please hug your parent or parents. They're just people doing the best that they can.

Give It Up

That's what I need to do. Just give it up and go to sleep. I guess I'm staying up b/c my sister flies out tomorrow morning. This was probably the most time I've got to spend with her since...? See? It's been that long. Of course I'm proud, happy, excited, and all that other good stuff, but I'm going to miss her a little bit. I got used to laughing with her and talking to her everyday. She's hilarious and she understands the family things that go on that a lot of my friends don't. Anyway. I'm fine. Just ridiculously sleepy and feeling slightly single. Which is weird b/c any other day (or night) I have absolutely no problem with being single, but tonight it doesn't feel so sweet. Maybe this is hormonal? Well, beats me. I'm going to sleep. And just to make myself feel better, I should probably dream about Kerry Rhodes. I mean it couldn't hurt...

The Great State of New York

Yessir, NY is killing 'em in the football game. No, I have absolutely no idea what the Jets' record is. And quite frankly I really do not care. What I do care about is how hot Kerry Rhodes is. He plays for the NY Jets & if you add in the hotness that is Plaxico (NY Giants) NY is officially 2 for 2. And I'm suddenly jealous of all the fun my little sister will be having in her new city.

New Addiction

I have somehow managed to develop an insane addiction to coffee. Anybody that knows me knows that this was not the case as recently as a year ago. I blame my job and other current professional endeavors. I had more coffee this week than water and that is so not the business at all. To remedy my bad choices, I had a very tall glass of water this morning after my half super mug of double chocolate flavored coffee with vanilla cream & of course splenda b/c I'm addicted to that too. Because of all this coffee drinking I started to make some parallels. Drinking coffee (the way I drink it-flavored & full of cream & sweetener) taste like drinking hot chocolate. And it gives me the same chocolatey euphoria if you will. I know that people say it's some type of something in chocolate that replicates the feeling of "love" but I think it just might be the caffeine doing what it does. Seriously. Case in point, I haven't thought about guys in a minute. Ok, not exactly. But I haven't thought about sex much. Ok, that's not really true either. But there is no sex going down and I think coffee is helping me with that. See? I can tie it all together when it really counts. Anyway. I really need to get back to my productive agenda. I just needed a quick break to explain the joy that coffee gives me.

Because the Joy Is Still So Fresh...

Absolutely Gorgeous. Oh and the catch was pretty good too...

The Best Commercial EVER!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, when I saw this last night I died. I could not stop laughing, first b/c I just KNEW it was fake and then b/c the soundtrack was dude playing the oboe. Completely hilarious. My sister reminded me to look Chester up and I did and the story is actually real making this commerical even better. My sweet, sweet Jesus how I love the Superbowl and all of the foolishness that comes with it. This commercial is awesome. I salute you Chester Pitts.

Yay Giants!!!!

How great is this picture?

That was one of the best games I have ever seen. Usually Superbowl games go by very very slowly to me. But this game seemed to go by so fast even though it wasn't a high scoring game. How about that Giant's defense? They played the mess out of that football game. My (not!) husband managed to play through all the pain, ridicule and whatever else that was going on and landed that perfect catch. It was so pretty. I thought it was great when Pam Oliver mentioned that people were calling him the MVP of the game and he said it was all about the defense. Which was 100% correct. Defense set that win up for real. Even Eli has a ring now so he doesn't have to be in the shadow of everyone else. It was just a sweet game. My mom even said she saw my cousin flash across the screen. So Yay Giants! Yay Plaxico! Yay Eli! Now that it's all over I hope Plaxico can get his ankle and knee and whatever else healed up. I also hope he gets some rest and gets to spend lots of time with his family (his son is a cutie pie) Ok, I have to get back to my regularly scheduled life. I just wanted to take some time out to give props where they were due.

Dear So and So

Dear Plaxico,

You are very tall, chocolatey & hot-just like I like 'em. Thank you for your general existence. I know that you are unavailable & I respect that, it's just that you are really hot and I really respect that as well. I will be watching the SuperBowl for you and my cousin. Please win. Oh and thanks for accepting my message of "hello & congrats" even though we are strangers. That was nice of you. Man, you are hot.

Respectfully,

Bree


Dear MySpace,

You are not the best of both worlds. On one hand you are amazing b/c I can find people I have been looking for for years. On the other hand, you are full of ex-boyfriends that I would rather pretend never happened or existed. And of course I have to know what they are doing, meaning subjecting myself to pure foolishness on their pages. Resulting in being slightly (ok, majorly) pissed about the content. My own fault of course. Whatever. I still love you b/c your good heavily outweighs your bad. And I fux with you for that.

Devotedly yours,

Bree

Dear Self,

Take it to bed.

Bree

Dear TD,

You are reminescent of Plaxico and that is SO dangerous. But I'm intrigued. So very intrigued.

Bree

Things I Learned in '07

While I was ranting on myspace this morning (which is an ENTIRELY different story) I started to think about the things that I learned and or accomplished last year. And probably still need to work on in '08. And these are the results...

1. Actually left a dude when it was time to leave (instead of waiting for another month, year, or mess up)

2. Seriously moved on from an egregious heartbreak & meant it.

3. Sincerely apologized for hurting someone.

4. Was sincerely loved & appreciated.

5. Actually separated sex from love.

6. Gave myself the same respect I would have given someone else.

7. Took care of financial business.

8. Saved money.

9. Saved money for someone else.

10. Loved someone enough to say "no"

11. Kept the 'goods' to myself.

12. Learned that curiosity doesn't kill the cat but it hurts like hell when satisfied.

13. Somethings are just NOT worth your time.

14. There's a better way to say everything.

15. Fear is bullshit, but I still get scared.

16. You never get over some people.

17. Sometimes you don't wish people the best, but one day you will.

18. Sometimes you will & do care about people that don't care about you.

19. Sometimes 'fuck' is the only word that will do

20. Trusted God with my whole heart, soul, mind & body.

Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, ok. I KNOW I am extremely late. And I also know it's almost not even January anymore. But guess what? It's still 2008 folks so "Happy New Year" it is! There have been and probably will continue to be some slight administrative changes (which probably won't matter b/c I have a readership of like 2, but I love you all the same-kisses) on the blog. The most obvious one being that the artist formerly known as my "favorite chocolate drop" Reggie Bush is no longer on his own personal welcoming slideshow. The reasoning is simple: that was '07. In '08 I'm moving on to different chocolates, brown finesses or whatever may come, b/c I don't discrimination when it comes to sweetness. While it's on my mind, I would like to say a heartfelt RIP to all the loved ones we lost in '07 & the tip of '08 famous (PIMP C, Big Moe, Heath Ledger), personal (god-nephew, cousin's grandma) and whoever else decided to end their personal journey here on earth. Additionally, I would like to send congrats to everybody that had personal/professional victories this year
(my cousin for getting it poppin with the Giants and going to the SuperBowl-Yay!, Q for being on her way to Brazil to play her heart out in soccer, & baby sis for being on the way to NY to make it happen) 2008 is different folks. I can feel it in the air. So you better go ahead and claim your greatness now. If not, you'll only have yourself to blame in the end. And trust me, it will not be worth it.

Sweet Percy

This video is even more reason for me to love Phonte of Little Brother AKA Percy Miracles. This right here is up there with "Sensual Seduction" by Snoop. I have no more words so please enjoy.

Question of the Day

How tight should your work pants be?

This is my question of the day (or maybe weekend). I meant to post this during the actual work week, but I'm heavily in demand and have a whole lot of everything going on (and I do love it). Anyway. On about Tuesday or Wednesday or someday last week that wasn't Friday, one of my co-workers showed up in some pants that could only be described as "inappropriate for life". Just to let you know, I do work in an office and perform what one could describe as a professional job. The job that one would assume she performed while wearing those pants probably wouldn't include those pants at all. Seriously though, another co-worker told me that the last time chick wore those pants to work she and another co-worker had to help her get in and out of them so she could use the bathroom. I wasn't too sure why she offered those services, but I digress. The point is those pants are tight as hell. These pants are too tight to even be thrown in the "club clothes" pile. If I saw these at the club, I'd be slightly embarrased for the wearer b/c they aren't hot tight, just tight tight.
And since I'm not a hater I will disclose the fact that I wore some pretty tight jeans to work on Friday, but they were hot, as am I, so that's different.

Food for Thought

"I ain't saying that it's right, but we often pay the price
cause a woman's life is love and a man's love is life..."
"Breaking My Heart"
excerpt from Phonte's verse

Now that I'm a little more "grown up", I find myself not merely listening but actually paying attention to lyrics. I just recently downloaded "Breaking My Heart" and of course it's hot and it features Lil Wayne (which surprisingly doesn't make or break the song...not that LB isn't awesome, it's just that Wayne comes in with some ol' regular whatever rhyming) but what caught my attention was the quoted verse above. Now we all know I love me some Phonte, but I think those two lines are phenomenally insightful. Basically, a woman's goal is a loving relationship and a man's goal is having the time of his life. That's pretty great information if you think about it b/c it explains certain things. Like why a lot of men want to wait until a certain age to get married (I think it might be like 40 now) and why a lot of women want to get married pretty young. Men have more living to do and women feel like their living consists primarily of being a wife, then mother then everything else. Please note that I am NOT implying that this applies to all men and women, but society does and has always placed some sort of "traditional role" on males and females. I digress.

Phonte has done it again. Not only has he managed to entertain me with a hot ass song, but he has managed to provoke my thoughts. In relationships I am very much of a traditional "girly girly" (if I really love someone) and this can often lead to me taking a backseat on a lot of things that I want and need for me. I'm now learning to look out for myself b/c there's no guarantee that the significant other is going to always be around. Not that I don't believe in "real love" and "marriage" and "relationships" but I believe there's a better way (for me) to exist in those type of relationships. For me, that quotable illustrates what can happen if you don't continue to do you as well as doing all the relationship stuff. It's about balance and with balance you can choose it all. So I'm choosing love and life and when it's time, someone who can accept that.

This episode of Dr. Phil has officially come to a close. Please enjoy new hotness from "The Getback" below. (which I need to purchase this weekend)

Little Brother-Dreams ft. Praverb
"This is Your Night"-Little Brother
"Good Clothes"-Little Brother