My cousin called me last night and said that I must have written a book about Obama by now. I laughed. I didn’t have much to say to her. I couldn’t watch the election because I was so anxious. When I found out I sat for hours in awe and its still taking me awhile to believe it. I came up with a few things to write though.
Here are my thoughts:
I’m very disappointed in Louisiana. I think the numbers were like 60-40. At any rate La. had the most numbers for he-who-must-not-be-named.
Must we lead all 50 states in the worst of everything: education, health care, jobs, etc.
I just wish that once we can be on the same page as the rest of the country. Our streets were empty last night, while in cities like New York, Chicago (of course), Atlanta and L.A. there were celebrations in the streets.
My heart swelled with pride when Michelle was announced as the First Lady.
I also smiled at the thought of little Malia and Sasha running around the White House. I figured someone must have been backstage wiping their tears because it took them so long to come out on stage. Everyone looked fresh.
I wish Toot could have lived another day. But it was not in His will, therefore I understand.
I loved my girl Tillery’s note, “11/4/08”. She squeezed it in right at 11:50p.m. lol
Obama said he was going to build a basketball court in the basement of the White House. Cool. LOL
From my travels this summer I realize that the world supported Obama. People from different nations kept telling me to vote Obama.
I watched CNN to see people in other countries waving USA flags. WOW!
For the 1st time in my life I’m finally proud to be an American. An inspired American.
We Did it! Change!
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Ok. Ok. I did it!
This is part two of “Shopping for…. Gasp. Don’t Say It…”
I finally got my bookshelves and I’m so excited. I’ve been searching for a month. I wanted straight shelves to hang on the walls but that idea did not work out because my carpenter bailed out on me. But I won’t talk about him because he vowed to buy a copy of my book. I’ll talk about him later.
Here’s a sneak peak of Crumb… Oh no, you thought I was going to post a chapter or something? No. Wait. Here are the shelves or bookcase. Yeah, that's better.
I finally got my bookshelves and I’m so excited. I’ve been searching for a month. I wanted straight shelves to hang on the walls but that idea did not work out because my carpenter bailed out on me. But I won’t talk about him because he vowed to buy a copy of my book. I’ll talk about him later.
Here’s a sneak peak of Crumb… Oh no, you thought I was going to post a chapter or something? No. Wait. Here are the shelves or bookcase. Yeah, that's better.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Little Bit
All I have are a few things to say:
It’s hard work trying to create a book.
I’m a hustler.
Ya’ll know it’s coming out December something.
Bear with me.
I’m going on a new adventure in New Orleans this weekend to bring you guys fresh blogs. (The people are going to take care of me 8~)
I’m still upset the Saints lost.
That’s all I got to say.
It’s hard work trying to create a book.
I’m a hustler.
Ya’ll know it’s coming out December something.
Bear with me.
I’m going on a new adventure in New Orleans this weekend to bring you guys fresh blogs. (The people are going to take care of me 8~)
I’m still upset the Saints lost.
That’s all I got to say.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Yap, Yap, Yap, Talk It Up!
B iz like a flower, growing.
In the past few hours I’ve learned a lot of important lessons.
Numeral Uno: Being poor makes you smarter.
Numeral Deuce: Talk for networking and saving everything.
I’ve been sitting in my p.j.s on the corner of my driveway learning.
I’ve figured out that when you are poor you have to be smart in order not to be poor.
It’s easy to get money but its hard work to keep money.
Like everyone else, I too sometimes wish that my parents were rich so I can be an airhead. I’d walk around just doing dumb things just because I can afford to do dumb things. Poor people can’t afford to do dumb things.
Yet, I did some dumb things.
For the past few months I’ve been paying over $190 on health insurance out of my own pocket. I had a real job that provided extra health insurance. Many people told me to drop the plan I had on my own. I refused because I knew my real job wasn’t stable for my future. I figured if I didn’t sign on for next year with the job, at least I can still have my health insurance. It was a half-way great idea.
Today, I have no job but I have health insurance. Yet, sitting on my corner in my p.j.s haven’t brought me a lot of money, so I had to figure out how to keep the health insurance. I just refused to sit in the charity line for health. I have been there. I have waited hours to see the free doctor. Only to be called thinking I’d see the doctor but I had to sit behind lonely walls to wait some more for the doctor to come see me. When you get free health care, I’ve learned that nothing’s free. You pay for that with your time. I’m tried. I don’t want to be common. Yet, without a job I still needed to find the extra 200 bucks to pay for my insurance. I took to using my iPhone. I figured that I could make million dollar deals from that phone. I just needed to be creative or listen.
After about an hour of conversation with my provider, I found an inexpensive plan, that gave me the same services, just written up differently.
I’m now paying half of what I paid. I feel better about the whole health insurance situation. This is what I learned.
I can pay a lesser amount, but just pay a little more when I go to the doctor. And that’s it!! No more, no bills no nothing.
When you’re rich you’re comfortable. I don’t want anyone to fall into the things I’ve did. I made a lot of money.
My friends will tell you, I’d buy any kind of exclusive shoes I wanted, clothes I wanted, go anywhere I wanted, whenever I wanted. It was like, hey Brandi you want to go here?
“Yeah, book me a plane ticket and I’m on the way. Book that five-star hotel too while you’re at it.”
I was on the road. I didn’t care about reading the fine lines. I paid that money for health insurance because I didn’t have time to hear what the providers had to tell me. I figured hey, what’s an extra 100. This is just something small but I’m glad I made it through.
Young, dumb, rich and stupid. In college things came to me and I made something. No matter how much money you have, always remember it’s not what you get, it’s how much you keep. Now, as I sit in my p.j.s on my corner I’ve learned how to hustle again.
I can take nothing and make something.
Its not what you know, it’s who you know.
With a little phone conversation, I became a few dollars richer, just like that. I also got a new writing job. That’s detailed below.
Oh you guys, I have a list of things I’m absolutely loving right now.
1. T.I.’s new CD “Paper Trail”
2. James Morrison’s new CD, “Songs for You, Truths for Me”
3. Robin Thicke’s new CD, “Something Else”
4. The fact that the sequel to the Coldest Winter Ever is coming out in November
5. Progress on my own book, Crumb Snatchers. It's coming along great!
6. PERCEPTION
7. Chattting with Karrine Steffans
8. Learning Sales and Advertising
9. Your Facebook Updates
10. Baby pictures and Albus Dumbledore
About that new job, I’m a writer for www.emediabr.com.
Fred let’s me write feature stories. So check them out, I’ll let you know when they post. I just wrote one on The Joan, owner of Mo Hair, a hair salon. She’s talking about owning a business and keeping it. It’s a great piece! Check It Out!
In the past few hours I’ve learned a lot of important lessons.
Numeral Uno: Being poor makes you smarter.
Numeral Deuce: Talk for networking and saving everything.
I’ve been sitting in my p.j.s on the corner of my driveway learning.
I’ve figured out that when you are poor you have to be smart in order not to be poor.
It’s easy to get money but its hard work to keep money.
Like everyone else, I too sometimes wish that my parents were rich so I can be an airhead. I’d walk around just doing dumb things just because I can afford to do dumb things. Poor people can’t afford to do dumb things.
Yet, I did some dumb things.
For the past few months I’ve been paying over $190 on health insurance out of my own pocket. I had a real job that provided extra health insurance. Many people told me to drop the plan I had on my own. I refused because I knew my real job wasn’t stable for my future. I figured if I didn’t sign on for next year with the job, at least I can still have my health insurance. It was a half-way great idea.
Today, I have no job but I have health insurance. Yet, sitting on my corner in my p.j.s haven’t brought me a lot of money, so I had to figure out how to keep the health insurance. I just refused to sit in the charity line for health. I have been there. I have waited hours to see the free doctor. Only to be called thinking I’d see the doctor but I had to sit behind lonely walls to wait some more for the doctor to come see me. When you get free health care, I’ve learned that nothing’s free. You pay for that with your time. I’m tried. I don’t want to be common. Yet, without a job I still needed to find the extra 200 bucks to pay for my insurance. I took to using my iPhone. I figured that I could make million dollar deals from that phone. I just needed to be creative or listen.
After about an hour of conversation with my provider, I found an inexpensive plan, that gave me the same services, just written up differently.
I’m now paying half of what I paid. I feel better about the whole health insurance situation. This is what I learned.
I can pay a lesser amount, but just pay a little more when I go to the doctor. And that’s it!! No more, no bills no nothing.
When you’re rich you’re comfortable. I don’t want anyone to fall into the things I’ve did. I made a lot of money.
My friends will tell you, I’d buy any kind of exclusive shoes I wanted, clothes I wanted, go anywhere I wanted, whenever I wanted. It was like, hey Brandi you want to go here?
“Yeah, book me a plane ticket and I’m on the way. Book that five-star hotel too while you’re at it.”
I was on the road. I didn’t care about reading the fine lines. I paid that money for health insurance because I didn’t have time to hear what the providers had to tell me. I figured hey, what’s an extra 100. This is just something small but I’m glad I made it through.
Young, dumb, rich and stupid. In college things came to me and I made something. No matter how much money you have, always remember it’s not what you get, it’s how much you keep. Now, as I sit in my p.j.s on my corner I’ve learned how to hustle again.
I can take nothing and make something.
Its not what you know, it’s who you know.
With a little phone conversation, I became a few dollars richer, just like that. I also got a new writing job. That’s detailed below.
Oh you guys, I have a list of things I’m absolutely loving right now.
1. T.I.’s new CD “Paper Trail”
2. James Morrison’s new CD, “Songs for You, Truths for Me”
3. Robin Thicke’s new CD, “Something Else”
4. The fact that the sequel to the Coldest Winter Ever is coming out in November
5. Progress on my own book, Crumb Snatchers. It's coming along great!
6. PERCEPTION
7. Chattting with Karrine Steffans
8. Learning Sales and Advertising
9. Your Facebook Updates
10. Baby pictures and Albus Dumbledore
About that new job, I’m a writer for www.emediabr.com.
Fred let’s me write feature stories. So check them out, I’ll let you know when they post. I just wrote one on The Joan, owner of Mo Hair, a hair salon. She’s talking about owning a business and keeping it. It’s a great piece! Check It Out!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Don't Worry Be Happy
I wrote a song.
La. La. La. Laaaaaa…..
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
The nation is falling,
And Bush will not bail us out,
While McCain is balling,
Obama will hear us out,
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
La. La. La. Laaaaa….
If anyone wants to co-write the song, feel free to add on. And don’t complain because I never said I was poetic.
But you know what, I once heard a guy say that money is the root of all evil. That may have been the Temptations. Then I heard a smart guy come along and say, “The lack of money is the root of all evil (Rich Dad, Poor Dad).”
I agree with the latter. Either way, I guess we will find out.
La. La. La. Laaaaaa…..
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
The nation is falling,
And Bush will not bail us out,
While McCain is balling,
Obama will hear us out,
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
We are broke,
And FEMA sucks,
La. La. La. Laaaaa….
If anyone wants to co-write the song, feel free to add on. And don’t complain because I never said I was poetic.
But you know what, I once heard a guy say that money is the root of all evil. That may have been the Temptations. Then I heard a smart guy come along and say, “The lack of money is the root of all evil (Rich Dad, Poor Dad).”
I agree with the latter. Either way, I guess we will find out.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Lost
Arthritis crippled her hands a few years back. It forced her to keep them in a permanent balled up, crooked position. When she said she had problems with the condition, I figured that she had to be in real bad pain. I felt for her. I’d want her to quickly take a Tylenol.
Her hands, dark and aged, they held a many of her babies and wiped a many of counters.
She’d look at you with her brown eyes and you could see a caring soul. At home she would feed anybody passing.
We would sit in church every Sunday, side by side. She would make a special spot for me to sit underneath her as if I were her own daughter. Matter of fact, I did move her own child to the pew in front of us. As if I knew how to love her just right too.
She had a warm heart and as kind. When the collection plate came around she would always reach her hands into her purse and give me money.
“Here Bran, some money for the collection plate and some money for you. God put it on my mind to give this to you,” she’d say in a low voice so others around us wouldn’t hear that she was extra sweet to me. Folk could get jealous, in church too, let me tell you.
“Thank you, kindly,” I would return in a whisper. The choir sang in the background and people got up to put money in the basket. I put my money up and walked back to my seat. I’d smile at her and she’d just nod her head. I knew to further hush because, like I said, we didn’t want anyone to know I had extra money.
I’d take my money and buy some much needed stuff for my room at school.
She came to church with treats like that for me all the time.
Now, you know a woman loves you when she wakes up with you on her mind. And church started early. That old lady loved me from a baby. I loved her too.
I did whatever she said to do, without ever a sass word. We sat in the same spot every Sunday, our meeting spot for worship and catching up on each other.
I’ll look out for her boy like I said I would.
Because she died yesterday. The news spread quickly around town. Everybody knew her. Tommorrow’s Sunday.
I’ll go to church and sit in our same spot. They say you never know what you got till it’s gone, but I knew what I had. Yes sir, I knew.
I had A…um…let me see, how can I say it? You know you read up top, That real love’s gone.
For Barbara.
Her hands, dark and aged, they held a many of her babies and wiped a many of counters.
She’d look at you with her brown eyes and you could see a caring soul. At home she would feed anybody passing.
We would sit in church every Sunday, side by side. She would make a special spot for me to sit underneath her as if I were her own daughter. Matter of fact, I did move her own child to the pew in front of us. As if I knew how to love her just right too.
She had a warm heart and as kind. When the collection plate came around she would always reach her hands into her purse and give me money.
“Here Bran, some money for the collection plate and some money for you. God put it on my mind to give this to you,” she’d say in a low voice so others around us wouldn’t hear that she was extra sweet to me. Folk could get jealous, in church too, let me tell you.
“Thank you, kindly,” I would return in a whisper. The choir sang in the background and people got up to put money in the basket. I put my money up and walked back to my seat. I’d smile at her and she’d just nod her head. I knew to further hush because, like I said, we didn’t want anyone to know I had extra money.
I’d take my money and buy some much needed stuff for my room at school.
She came to church with treats like that for me all the time.
Now, you know a woman loves you when she wakes up with you on her mind. And church started early. That old lady loved me from a baby. I loved her too.
I did whatever she said to do, without ever a sass word. We sat in the same spot every Sunday, our meeting spot for worship and catching up on each other.
I’ll look out for her boy like I said I would.
Because she died yesterday. The news spread quickly around town. Everybody knew her. Tommorrow’s Sunday.
I’ll go to church and sit in our same spot. They say you never know what you got till it’s gone, but I knew what I had. Yes sir, I knew.
I had A…um…let me see, how can I say it? You know you read up top, That real love’s gone.
For Barbara.
Friday, September 26, 2008
B For Mankind
Obama for Mankind
I watched the Presidential Debate. As I expected, Obama still proved he’s the best choice. Before I even watched the debate, I think comedian Chris Rock said it best: “Vote for the guy with one house.”
CR talked to Larry King. Rock made great key points. Let me give you a quick rundown.
ROCK: I introduced Obama at the Apollo Theater not too long ago. I think Obama would be great. I mean, just look the big thing right now is the economy. And people are going broke. And here: The choice isn't Republican or Democrat. The choice is you got a guy that's worth $150 million with 12 houses against a guy who's worth a million dollars with one house.
KING: Well --
ROCK: The guy with one house really cares about losing a house, because he is homeless. The other guy can lose five houses and still got a bunch of houses. Does this make any sense? Am I the only one that sees this?
KING: It's unique way of ...
ROCK: I'm just saying, John McCain could lose half his houses.
KING: You got a point.
ROCK: And sleep well.
(Source: CNN)
http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/09/26/chris.rock.lkl/index.html
I do have a simple solution. Kids taught me this on the playground with their candy. Its how they made friends.
Maybe McCain should give 11 of his 12 houses to 11 homeless families.
I’m just saying…
(Side note: When did Alisha and Obama get so cool to where she can call him B!) :p
I watched the Presidential Debate. As I expected, Obama still proved he’s the best choice. Before I even watched the debate, I think comedian Chris Rock said it best: “Vote for the guy with one house.”
CR talked to Larry King. Rock made great key points. Let me give you a quick rundown.
ROCK: I introduced Obama at the Apollo Theater not too long ago. I think Obama would be great. I mean, just look the big thing right now is the economy. And people are going broke. And here: The choice isn't Republican or Democrat. The choice is you got a guy that's worth $150 million with 12 houses against a guy who's worth a million dollars with one house.
KING: Well --
ROCK: The guy with one house really cares about losing a house, because he is homeless. The other guy can lose five houses and still got a bunch of houses. Does this make any sense? Am I the only one that sees this?
KING: It's unique way of ...
ROCK: I'm just saying, John McCain could lose half his houses.
KING: You got a point.
ROCK: And sleep well.
(Source: CNN)
http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/09/26/chris.rock.lkl/index.html
I do have a simple solution. Kids taught me this on the playground with their candy. Its how they made friends.
Maybe McCain should give 11 of his 12 houses to 11 homeless families.
I’m just saying…
(Side note: When did Alisha and Obama get so cool to where she can call him B!) :p
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