<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:35:57.103-06:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Race'/><category term='Venting...'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Verbal Renaissance</title><subtitle type='html'>an open dialog about everything...nothing is off-limits!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-3292769799390435669</id><published>2011-09-10T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:56:14.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...I know that I haven't written in months.&amp;nbsp; School has been thoroughly kicking my butt...LOL!&amp;nbsp; I finished student teaching and I'm now in the last semester before I graduate with my Masters in Elementary Education.&amp;nbsp; I'm especially proud because I went into this with a specific goal and I'm SOOOOO close to achieving it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...once I'm done, I'll have the time to really focus posting here and re-designing the entire blog.&amp;nbsp; I have a lot of topics that I'll cover too.&amp;nbsp; So, stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-3292769799390435669?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/3292769799390435669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=3292769799390435669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3292769799390435669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3292769799390435669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-3346787972638296695</id><published>2011-04-14T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:14:34.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>10 Things I Need to Get Off My Chest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xekWFRIW_Ls/TaeNVi3txwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HuHaJasE7MM/s1600/gas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xekWFRIW_Ls/TaeNVi3txwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HuHaJasE7MM/s1600/gas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These prices are coming soon to a gas station near you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well, well, well...it's been awhile!&amp;nbsp; I need to vent for a minute...Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;  It's apparent that a lot of people in the USA never paid attention to  their Civics &amp;amp; Government classes.&amp;nbsp; When a person is is born to a  American citizen, even if that American Citizen is in another country at  the time of the infant's birth...guess what?&amp;nbsp; That child is an American  citizen.&amp;nbsp; My point?&amp;nbsp; Get off Barack Obama...his mother was an American  citizen...his mom could've given birth to him on the moon...and he'd  still be...&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN AMERICAN CITIZEN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; So find something else to occupy your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;  In the news, there's been coverage about a serial killer in New York  City.&amp;nbsp; I guess my question is why are you divulging all of the  information on the news?&amp;nbsp; Doesn't that give the serial killer a heads-up  as to what law enforcement is about to do next? Which defeats the  purpose of trying to catch a criminal...They'll never catch him/her at  this rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I miss college basketball...March Madness was awesome this year.&amp;nbsp; NBA Basketball just doesn't move me like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;  We need more new shows that are scripted...and get rid of some of this  "reality TV".&amp;nbsp; Let put some of those hard working writers, producers and  crew back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Back to Obama.&amp;nbsp; This may be wrong, but I want him to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt; &lt;u&gt;POP OFF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  so hard on these Republicans...and then lean back and say in his calm  voice, "Cause I'm the MuthaF-ckin President!" He gets the job done, but I  don't think I've ever seen this much drama between the President and  Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Parents...take a sincere interest in your kids' education.&amp;nbsp; That's all I have the strength to go into today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I'm about to be a size 8 by the end of the summer because I'm about to buy a bike because the gas is too damn high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;  Back to the Republicans: You clown BHO because of his ideas...but what  are you bringing to the table.&amp;nbsp; Your goal is to make the country better,  not grandstanding.&amp;nbsp; Democrats...I've got something for you too.&amp;nbsp; Get a  some damn balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; We're all grown here.&amp;nbsp; Stop making stupid excuses.&amp;nbsp; You are responsible for you.&amp;nbsp; It's called &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accountability&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;  Conversate is not a word (it's converse).&amp;nbsp; Orientated isn't a word  either (it's oriented).&amp;nbsp; Stop using them so you'll sound more educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add to the list! That's all...carry on!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-3346787972638296695?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/3346787972638296695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=3346787972638296695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3346787972638296695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3346787972638296695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-things-i-need-to-get-off-my-chest.html' title='10 Things I Need to Get Off My Chest...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xekWFRIW_Ls/TaeNVi3txwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HuHaJasE7MM/s72-c/gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-3790003326936517854</id><published>2010-12-14T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T03:53:19.990-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>NIGGER - Let's Have a Discussion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/TQc-ft_NPDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hd9PRLNtmCw/s1600/nigger-joes-tar-soap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/TQc-ft_NPDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hd9PRLNtmCw/s320/nigger-joes-tar-soap.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It's been a while since I've posted anything...school thoroughly kicked my butt this semester.  But it's over now, and I can write about some things that are on my mind.  Since I've been working in the school district, there's been two things that have driven me absolutely crazy...one is the students' lack of respect for themselves and others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The other thing that drives me absolutely CRAZY....is the use of the word NIGGER/NIGGA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The students at my school use the word to no end...and every time I hear it, I cringe.  What bothers me is that white, Latino &amp;amp; Arab students use it like it's OK  What bothers me more is that the black kids are OK with it.  Today, I had a black student tell me that he was a nigger and he was cool with that.  Why?  Because real nigger do real things...(WTF does that mean?)  When I told him that he's in no way a real nigger because real niggers don't go to school everyday, I got the blank stare and I would’ve sworn I heard crickets chirping in the background.  He's cool with other people (including white kids) calling him that too.  “It's only a word...Drake, Lil Wayne and Waka Flocka use it all the time...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The next class that I went to (same day), I heard a white boy use the word.  I asked him to stop because it was offensive.  His reply:  “if black kids get to use it, why can't I?  It's just a word Ms. Cooper.” My first response was to drop him off in the Ickes and let him call somebody out there a nigger and let him see what happens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When I was in school (not that long ago...lol!), being called a nigger was the ultimate insult.  It was a fighting word.  And when someone of another race said, they got their ass beat – no questions asked.  Now some of my friends used the word (still do) as describing someone as a term of affection (nigga).  I admit, I've done it before too.  But now, I find myself not doing it anymore at all because of what it means.  From what I hear in the hallways, the terms are interchangeable and the kids don't care how they use it or how it's interpreted.  I've heard it used as a term of affection and an insult.  I don't know...I guess it bothers me because I hear others saying it and I see that the black kids are cool and accepting it.  I think I get so offended because I know the significance of what it meant to be called a nigger back in the day.  I also know how it feels to be called a nigger in a derogatory way – it happened quite a few times in college, and let's just say...some folks learned a hell of a lesson after I got finished with them.  I guess I'm not as tolerant as kids are now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This bothers me so much.  When I hear a student say it, I try within all reason to let them know in the most professional way possible that it's not acceptable and to please refrain from using it...but the just don't get it.  But the personal side of me wants to punch some of these kids in the face so hard that they get it...(I know that's a little extreme, but I hope you get my point).  When I tried to explain the significance of what it meant, they blew it off. “I know what it meant Ms. Cooper.”  But after asking them pointed questions, I find that they are so far from the truth...it would be funny if it weren't so damn sad.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Am I getting too old?  Am I that far removed that I've lost touch with the current reality?  Should the word be used now?  Honestly, I don't think that we'll ever get rid of the word, but I think that there's something that should be done.  I know how I was back in the day, and I know how I react to it, and I admit, I honestly don't know how to address the situation in any other way that I have been doing.  I know if I react the way that I would on the street, I wouldn't have a job.  I just don't know what...I feel like Laurence Fishburne at the end of School Daze – Waaakkkeee Uuuppp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;What do you think people?  Let's discuss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-3790003326936517854?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/3790003326936517854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=3790003326936517854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3790003326936517854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3790003326936517854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2010/12/nigger-lets-have-discussion.html' title='NIGGER - Let&apos;s Have a Discussion...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/TQc-ft_NPDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hd9PRLNtmCw/s72-c/nigger-joes-tar-soap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-2190468410867932303</id><published>2010-09-06T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:46:27.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Going Through Some Changes...for the Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/TIUN9NRshLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AhZ4628jqM0/s1600/michigan_beach_panorama_rooftop_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/TIUN9NRshLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AhZ4628jqM0/s320/michigan_beach_panorama_rooftop_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get Lifted!&amp;nbsp; The view from the rooftop of my new apartment...Check out that Chicago skyline!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a truly long time...and I vow not to leave my blog for this long ever again!  LOL...This year has been a roller-coaster of ups &amp;amp; downs, but it's taught me that I'm a stronger person than I ever thought I was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the huge changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was hospitalized for 1 week because of my kidney.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started a new job (not what I really want to do, but I've got a foot in the door, and I'm learning a lot).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started grad school (and I'm still maintaining that 4.0 GPA).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved into my own place - and it's got a great view of Lake Michigan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got rid of a group of people that were toxic in my life...best decision I ever made! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of the same old stuff happening to me. I had a routine that was sooo predictable that my younger cousins (ages 15 and under) knew my schedule.  Ain't that a shame?  I decided that I needed to step out on faith and do things  differently.  Hell, something had to be better than what I was doing before. What scared me was the idea of change. It was hard as hell...I have to admit, I don't scare easily...but changing some things that were constant for the past 7 years wasn't an easy task. Instead of backing down, I decided to jump in and make some changes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I did, things started to change...for the better!  I guess what I'm trying to say is to keep the faith, stay positive and don't be afraid to step out into the unknown.  You'll never know what happens if you don't.  You might just be pleased with the results! Talk with you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-2190468410867932303?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/2190468410867932303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=2190468410867932303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2190468410867932303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2190468410867932303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2010/09/goin-through-some-changesfor-good.html' title='Going Through Some Changes...for the Good!'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/TIUN9NRshLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AhZ4628jqM0/s72-c/michigan_beach_panorama_rooftop_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-439521269440084719</id><published>2010-06-08T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:33:16.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Make You Laugh...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time...I didn't realize that it would take me this long to update the blog...and right now, I don't have enough time to update it.  So until next week...Here's something to make you laugh...Kenan as Steve Harvey on Saturday Night Live...TOO FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/cR1fEowAClU/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR1fEowAClU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR1fEowAClU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-439521269440084719?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/439521269440084719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=439521269440084719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/439521269440084719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/439521269440084719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-to-make-you-laugh.html' title='Something to Make You Laugh...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-8484213992998160573</id><published>2010-04-19T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:45:50.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>20 Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my favorite things to read in Vibe Magazine was 20 Questions…Here are some of mine.&amp;nbsp; Try to answer some if you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zNbEhO9bI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4yf330KwvMw/s1600/bd.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zNbEhO9bI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4yf330KwvMw/s320/bd.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zNkb1sV-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/k-FHGyYyOAM/s1600/me.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zNkb1sV-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/k-FHGyYyOAM/s320/me.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zNtwko_HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qeHliGqV_I4/s1600/nm.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zNtwko_HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qeHliGqV_I4/s320/nm.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zN4_jyvRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Epf2zKyNuCU/s1600/sp.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zN4_jyvRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Epf2zKyNuCU/s320/sp.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can Sarah Palin &amp;amp; the Tea Party go away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can Eddie Murphy come back and do a movie with a stand-up routine (see Raw &amp;amp; Delirious)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why do guys approach me with the line “Hey Shorty”? Dude, I’m damn near 6 feet, and I’m taller than you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why are the longest classes so boring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dave Chappelle, where are you?&amp;nbsp; I need your show so bad right about now…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you combined Left Eye from TLC (RIP) and Lil Kim, who would you get?&amp;nbsp; If you guessed Nicki Minaj, you’d be correct…think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For Trey Songz to go so hard at R. Kelly, don’t his songs remind you of him?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When are people going to be responsible for their own actions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Do you think Tracy Morgan is really funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Who’s the best rapper out right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of rappers, where are all the females?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If is just me, or are groupies &lt;b&gt;REAL BOLD&lt;/b&gt; these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can celebrities stop releasing naked pics/videos to get attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t the movie Black Dynamite the funniest ish? (if you haven’t seen it…you should check it out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can politicians (regardless of political party) do the job that the people elected them to do instead of just trying to out-do each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;16.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aren’t you glad Chicago is finally getting some good weather?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If the Republicans think that the health care plan is sooo bad, do they have an alternative plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can we add Beyonce and Rihanna to the go away list in Question #1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;19.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Where is Michael Ealy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;20.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Despite the haters &amp;amp; the massive clean-up job that he has to do, I think our president is doing a decent job…don’t you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-8484213992998160573?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/8484213992998160573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=8484213992998160573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8484213992998160573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8484213992998160573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-questions.html' title='20 Questions...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S8zNbEhO9bI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4yf330KwvMw/s72-c/bd.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-6973696656017987828</id><published>2010-02-25T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:22:09.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S4daMQ82aWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8edYzETl72A/s1600-h/200px-Wooden_hourglass_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S4daMQ82aWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8edYzETl72A/s200/200px-Wooden_hourglass_3.jpg" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...It feels like I was just making my New Years Resolutions...and now it's almost March! Time is just flying by, and although I'm getting a lot done...it seems as if I have a lot more to do...I gues it's time to get it cracking before my time runs out...&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Be back soon with another post...I promise!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-6973696656017987828?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/6973696656017987828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=6973696656017987828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6973696656017987828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6973696656017987828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flies-by.html' title='Time Flies By...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S4daMQ82aWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8edYzETl72A/s72-c/200px-Wooden_hourglass_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-5641207457956157906</id><published>2010-01-11T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:07:15.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wanna Holler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S0q_xcvCc6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZx5v0yvZ24/s1600-h/gang-youth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S0q_xcvCc6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZx5v0yvZ24/s320/gang-youth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since I'm starting the new career path in the field of Education...I will post some blogs dealing with my experiences...Some are good, some are bad...but they are ALL worthwhile!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as an Assistant Teacher is ok, and I only say that because I have my own ideas that I want to do in the classroom and well, I can’t do that right now...cause it's not my class. I’d like to be done with school too…but it takes time, and I’m learning that patience is truly a virtue – which you definitely need dealing with kids. That being said...I can't wait to be a teacher...I think I've found what I can be good at and enjoy it (however the kids have learned the HARD way that Ms. Cooper is CRAZY! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;b&gt;ONE &lt;/b&gt;thing that alarms me, and my friends that are teachers (Thanks Shannon...) warned me about it, but I just had to see it for myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM ASHAMED OF BLACK STUDENTS&lt;/b&gt;. (I know this sounds bad...but I do. I cringe and want to just slap them to sleep when they act a fool...am I getting bourgeoisie? Nah...I don't think so) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them…but definitely some of them. The school that I work at is very diverse. The population consists of Blacks, Whites, Latinos, Asians, Indians, etc. Now I know that there are goofballs in every race, but it seems like my young Black brothers and sisters didn’t get the memo. Education is important, and you need to take it seriously because there are no free passes out here. Also, waiting it out to become the next LeBron James or Beyonce Knowles just isn’t smart (the odds are astronomically not in your favor). I've got kids who can't tell me who Medgar Evans, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., is but they know all the lyrics to LOL Smiley Face...damn you BET! (that's a whole different story right there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I’m not trying to crush anyone’s dreams (I still want to pursue my writing career); what I’m saying is that you have to have a back-up plan in case the first one doesn’t happen. Most of the kids of other races (I know that I’m over-generalizing this) get this, but the Black children don’t. For example, in a class that I assist in, the teacher gave the class one of the easiest assignments ever. It was a Tuesday morning, and the class had to bring in a one inch, 3 ring binder and index tabs by that next Monday for 10 points extra credit in addition to the regular points. It was due on Tuesday for full credit and no extra credit. This assignment was also worth 30% of their final grade. On Monday, only 3 out of the 14 Black kids in the class turned in their assignment. The teacher gave them until Wednesday to turn it in and only one did. Now I looked at the other kids. Out of the other races, two kids didn’t bring their binders and one of them had left it in her locker, and she begged the teacher to go get it. The Black students didn’t care that they didn’t have their assignments. It wasn’t that serious to them. I hear it everyday in the hallways; “Oh well…I don’t care…so what!” I can’t fathom why they just don’t get it! They have so many programs created to &lt;b&gt;HELP &lt;/b&gt;them succeed, and they are letting these opportunities slip away. Hell, I wish they had that stuff when I was going to college. My friends and I would’ve gone to Ivy League schools for free! (Yes, they do have these programs!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S0q_5EMyfBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9vBeZP6geFU/s1600-h/ghetto_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S0q_5EMyfBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9vBeZP6geFU/s320/ghetto_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I listened to the Michael Baisden a couple of months ago and Bill Cosby was on. He stated that the parents are a major reason kids act like this. The parents have the same attitude, and it’s a damn shame. It’s a damn shame when you think about how people before us sacrificed in order so the children of the future can have awesome opportunities. The Little Rock 9 got threatened and spit-on and were treated like shit just to &lt;b&gt;GO TO SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt;. And these kids are out here pissing it away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have an overnight solution…but I have one for right now: Parents, step your game up! Emphasize to your children that education is a &lt;b&gt;PRIORITY&lt;/b&gt;, and a possible ticket out of a bad situation. We must set good examples. James Baldwin says while children may not listen to you, they never fail to imitate you. Put down their video games and expensive gym shoes and buy them some books. Get them the help that they need. Listen to what your child’s teacher is telling you instead of going up to the school cuss them out…the teacher might just be right…did you ever think about that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get it together before those programs are taken away because people think that we don’t care. To quote one of my favorite singers, Marvin Gaye, “It makes me wanna holler, and throw up my hands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to vent yall...I'll go back into my cave now and finish marinating on some other stuff...LOL! Have a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-5641207457956157906?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/5641207457956157906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=5641207457956157906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5641207457956157906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5641207457956157906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2010/01/makes-me-wanna-holler.html' title='Makes Me Wanna Holler...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/S0q_xcvCc6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZx5v0yvZ24/s72-c/gang-youth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-5448321063655441601</id><published>2009-12-31T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:01:08.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Why Do Bad Things Happen to Good People?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SzxLGBjCuxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kVXceACbzas/s1600-h/baxter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SzxLGBjCuxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kVXceACbzas/s320/baxter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Jane's cat Baxter; he was like her child...He's living with us now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, who is usually hard as a rock, lost a really good friend on Monday, and we attended her funeral service today. It really hit me because my mom, who NEVER cries, was really broke up about her dear friend. Jane was a really nice lady who worked with my mother at SSC. She had a wicked sense of humor...She was also very giving and always thought about others. When I became ill and was hospitalized, she sent me my favorite things (magazines) just so I could have something to pass the time. I should also mention that she was very sick as well. I just feel like the good people out here always leave early and the ignorant folks live forEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem that was Jane's obituary that I'd like to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE CLOCK&lt;br /&gt;The clock of life is wound but once&lt;br /&gt;And no man has the power&lt;br /&gt;To tell just when the hands will stop&lt;br /&gt;At late of early hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the only time you own;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, tell with a will...&lt;br /&gt;Place no faith in "Tomorrow" for&lt;br /&gt;The clock may then be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP. Jane E. Dillon (March 25, 1963 - December 28, 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-5448321063655441601?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/5448321063655441601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=5448321063655441601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5448321063655441601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5448321063655441601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-bad-things-happen-to-good-people_31.html' title='Why Do Bad Things Happen to Good People?'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SzxLGBjCuxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kVXceACbzas/s72-c/baxter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-2503508934347327886</id><published>2009-11-22T22:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:38:48.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I Don’t Wanna Be Your STAN…</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SwoRd_s21fI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WNftlw0pixo/s1600/07203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SwoRd_s21fI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WNftlw0pixo/s320/07203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while.&amp;nbsp; This spring, I got reacquainted with a gentleman that I knew from WAY back in the day.&amp;nbsp; Let’s call him…&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Pierre&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (not his real name).&amp;nbsp; &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Pierre&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was cute in junior high &amp;amp; high school – now fast-forward about 11 years.&amp;nbsp; Homey put on about a good 30 pounds of muscle, got some facial hair – basically good got better!&amp;nbsp; LOL!&amp;nbsp; He is the IBM (Ideal Black Man) – no kids, good job, educated, good looking, spiritual…the list goes on and on…We visited each other (which was hard because he lives out of state).&amp;nbsp; We went out on a few dates.&amp;nbsp; We talked all the time.&amp;nbsp; So…you might ask, what was the problem?&amp;nbsp; I felt that the brother wanted me to be a STAN.&amp;nbsp; What is a STAN?&amp;nbsp; It basically means that you are a STAND-IN until something better comes along for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The signs didn’t hit me all at once.&amp;nbsp; They were very gradual.&amp;nbsp; He always asked me for advice – very needy.&amp;nbsp; But that wasn’t a problem for me.&amp;nbsp; The issue was that it was situations about what he should do in particular situations.&amp;nbsp; Second sign – I called him on more than one occasion and he was actually out on a date! (Yes, I know….I can’t believe it either!)&amp;nbsp; But that didn’t matter to me either (yep…getting REAL stupid here, I know!)&amp;nbsp; because he and I were NOT in a committed relationship with each other…so it wasn’t exactly like he was cheating on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last straw was his lack of wanting to be in a relationship.&amp;nbsp; I asked him a couple of times about where did he see us going, and he couldn’t give me a straight answer.&amp;nbsp; I heard everything from he needed to work on himself…to he needed to resolve some crazy issues with his estranged father…in short, he sounded like a politician.&amp;nbsp; That’s when I knew that it was time for me to ride out. (Thanks, Steve Harvey!)&amp;nbsp; Ladies…get that book!&amp;nbsp; Also, check out The Conversation by Hill Harper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I refuse to be a STAN any longer.&amp;nbsp; Why do people put in the time with another person when they know being in a relationship isn’t what they want?&amp;nbsp; You’re not gonna get the benefits of being in a relationship with me without BEING with me.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; So I can prepare you for the next chick that comes along?&amp;nbsp; Naw bruh…I’m sorry, but I can’t be your STAN any longer.&amp;nbsp; Be well, and I hope you find what you are looking for because that’s what I intend on doing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; On a side note, I told my best friend Felise (not her real name) that Pierre probably has a girlfriend by now…and wouldn’t you know…He called me and told me so…Best of luck to you Pierre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-2503508934347327886?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/2503508934347327886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=2503508934347327886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2503508934347327886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2503508934347327886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-wanna-be-your-stan.html' title='I Don’t Wanna Be Your STAN…'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SwoRd_s21fI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WNftlw0pixo/s72-c/07203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-7273133740846540759</id><published>2009-10-30T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:20:27.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What's Your Favorite Scary Movie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SuusOPW6ZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wl9p04JufRg/s1600-h/scream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SuusOPW6ZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wl9p04JufRg/s200/scream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you might know (...and if you don't know, now you know...lol) Halloween is my favorite holiday. And with that comes scary movies! In the spirit of Halloween, I'm listing, in my opinion, the top 15 scariest movies...I can watch all of them, except one (guess which one it is)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     The Exorcist&lt;br /&gt;2.     Hostel&lt;br /&gt;3.     Halloween&lt;br /&gt;4.     The Thing&lt;br /&gt;5.     Saw&lt;br /&gt;6.     Friday the 13th (part 2; in part one, the killer wasn't Jason...who was it?)&lt;br /&gt;7.     Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;8.     The Fly &lt;br /&gt;9.     Alien&lt;br /&gt;10.   A Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;11.   Carrie&lt;br /&gt;12.   Seven&lt;br /&gt;13.   Dawn of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;14.   Jaws&lt;br /&gt;15.   The Omen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Runner-Up:  The Hitcher***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-7273133740846540759?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/7273133740846540759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=7273133740846540759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7273133740846540759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7273133740846540759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-your-favorite-scary-movie.html' title='What&apos;s Your Favorite Scary Movie?'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SuusOPW6ZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wl9p04JufRg/s72-c/scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-9040448974276600434</id><published>2009-09-18T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:19:22.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>Buying Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I went to church this past Sunday, we had a guest speaker, Maggie Anderson, from the &lt;a href="http://www.eefortomorrow.com/"&gt;Empowerment Experience&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In a nutshell, Maggie and her husband John, pledged to patronize only Black-Owned businesses for one year.&amp;nbsp; Now, I was truly feeling her message.&amp;nbsp; We need to give Black Business Owners a shot at establishing and growing their companies.&amp;nbsp; Large scale corporations squeeze out the Mom &amp;amp; Pop businesses all the time (where you at Starbucks &amp;amp; Wal-Mart?), so it feels good to root for the underdog, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQTJsinmwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DKjm2N0HIw8/s1600-h/black-power.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQTJsinmwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DKjm2N0HIw8/s320/black-power.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went home and looked up the Empowerment Experience online, and just when I thought all was well…I found out that it wasn’t.&amp;nbsp; This is not to say that the &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Andersons&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; are doing something wrong…other ethnicities do this as well.&amp;nbsp; Jews support Jews businesses and Latinos support Latinos, etc.&amp;nbsp; On &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30707142/"&gt;MSNBC.com&lt;/a&gt;, people spewed so much hatred…you would’ve thought that they murdered somebody.&amp;nbsp; Comments about sending them back to &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; where they belong were commonplace.&amp;nbsp; Then I thought about it.&amp;nbsp; If I bought from Black-Owned businesses only, would that make me a racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not sure; and while I’d love to support Black-owned businesses, there are some places that are owned by Whites, Asians, Latinos, Indians, etc.&amp;nbsp; that I patronize on the regular.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because they give great service and they have great prices.&amp;nbsp; Would continuing to support them make me a sell-out?&amp;nbsp; I’ve been going back and forth on this for the past couple of days…what do you think?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-9040448974276600434?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/9040448974276600434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=9040448974276600434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/9040448974276600434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/9040448974276600434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-went-to-church-this-past-sunday.html' title='Buying Black'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQTJsinmwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DKjm2N0HIw8/s72-c/black-power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-7129665019374055248</id><published>2009-09-18T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:18:31.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting...'/><title type='text'>Something Like a Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQPo-0rEvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9u8Dn3-wJcQ/s1600-h/mjteen.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQPo-0rEvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9u8Dn3-wJcQ/s320/mjteen.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I try not to discuss celebrities on my blog, but I absolutely have to make an exception for Michael Jackson.&amp;nbsp; He is THE greatest entertainer of ALL time, and it truly breaks my heart to write this.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This will most likely be the one &amp;amp; only blog that I write about Michael Jackson.&amp;nbsp; I was a huge fan to say the least.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I was going to beg, borrow and doggone near steal so that I could fly to London to go to the concert (yes…a sister had a ticket!).&amp;nbsp; I didn’t believe that he passed…just another sick, cruel joke at his expense.&amp;nbsp; But it was true, and I would never get to meet the ONLY superstar that had me in awe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Michael was a superhero.&amp;nbsp; And I’m not here to say he was weird, innocent, crazy&amp;nbsp; or whatever…I can’t pass judgment on the man when I’ve committed some sins in my life (you shouldn’t either, but that’s another story for another day).&amp;nbsp; Michael was Michael, and as a die-hard fan, that was good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in piece, Mike.&amp;nbsp; Maybe now, you can get some relief.&amp;nbsp; It’s a shame that you had to die before folks could appreciate your musical genius and humanitarian deeds.&amp;nbsp; Job well done…PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Sorry it took me so long to get this done Mike…Love Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-7129665019374055248?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/7129665019374055248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=7129665019374055248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7129665019374055248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7129665019374055248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-try-not-to-discuss-celebrities-on-my.html' title='Something Like a Phenomenon'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQPo-0rEvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9u8Dn3-wJcQ/s72-c/mjteen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-2591495590007560165</id><published>2009-09-18T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:48:06.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Long Time...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been active for a while.&amp;nbsp; Work and School was kicking my butt!&amp;nbsp; Now that I have some type of routine down...I will try to post twice a week.&amp;nbsp; Now...on with the posting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-2591495590007560165?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/2591495590007560165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=2591495590007560165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2591495590007560165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2591495590007560165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long Time...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-6206248471367365975</id><published>2009-08-12T16:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:19:53.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Hitting up the East Coast...</title><content type='html'>Wow....summer is pretty much gone...and with it school begins.  After a crazy job being a summer camp director, I decided to take a mini-vacation.  I went to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SoMx3GLP3vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eteyB7fWZ_k/s1600-h/Inner_Harbor_at_Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SoMx3GLP3vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eteyB7fWZ_k/s320/Inner_Harbor_at_Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190003376119538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SoMwtACKgrI/AAAAAAAAADo/I6ulpzigEaE/s1600-h/washington-dc-overview-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SoMwtACKgrI/AAAAAAAAADo/I6ulpzigEaE/s320/washington-dc-overview-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369188730417087154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SoMxB7uZP2I/AAAAAAAAADw/AJYrlBDzzLs/s1600-h/times_square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SoMxB7uZP2I/AAAAAAAAADw/AJYrlBDzzLs/s320/times_square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369189090037677922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a welcome respite to a crazy summer.  All cities were beautiful, but different.  They all had something to offer...Can't wait to return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-6206248471367365975?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/6206248471367365975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=6206248471367365975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6206248471367365975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6206248471367365975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/08/hitting-up-east-coast.html' title='Hitting up the East Coast...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SoMx3GLP3vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eteyB7fWZ_k/s72-c/Inner_Harbor_at_Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-541358383905249272</id><published>2009-07-16T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:54:29.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating Slowly but Surely...</title><content type='html'>I'm working crazy hours...and I don't have much time to write.  I'm updating slowly but surely.  Hopefully I'll get back soon...   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-541358383905249272?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/541358383905249272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=541358383905249272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/541358383905249272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/541358383905249272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/07/updating-slowly-but-surely.html' title='Updating Slowly but Surely...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-5503979273165580303</id><published>2009-07-16T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:52:29.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting...'/><title type='text'>What Are You Fighting For?</title><content type='html'>I live in the South Suburbs of Chicago; and for the past three years, I have been looking at the violence that has been plaguing our communities.  It's sad.  A soldier came home from Iraq to be shot on the street like a dog when he was deliberately trying to avoid the confrontation between two guys.  A shame.  &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/news/metro/1662531,CST-NWS-soldier12.article"&gt;Simeon Sanders&lt;/a&gt; had to come home to die after he risked his life fighting for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, there was a 6 year old boy that was shot twice while playing in his room.  This kid wasn't bothering anyone.  A couple of weeks ago, a nine year old girl was killed while washing her dog outside with her father.  Again, a shame...and the list grows longer with each day.  And these are the cases that we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW &lt;/span&gt;about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it.  Sick of it.  Most of this activity has been attributed to gang bangers.  So I have a question for you:  What the hell are you fighting for?  It's the biggest damn mystery known to man right now.  Can't these issues be squashed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not familiar with gangs and stuff like that (and if you can explain it to me...please do) but it sounds real petty to me.  I've heard a couple things and again, it sounds real stupid, so please educate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We fighting over our territory:  Please....you don't own shit...I'll repeat...you don't own anything.  Do you pay taxes or a mortgage?  If you don't...keep it moving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He/She disrespected me:  Okay...I can halfway see your point on this one.  But why does disrespect equal death?  I mean...really, is it that serious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real world...and that stuff only works in the movies and rap songs...Too many innocent people are dying because folks want to be ignorant...It's just frustrating.  To close this, take a look at this poem by Gemini, and ask the question:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are You Fighting For?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7eZOXmORA0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7eZOXmORA0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-5503979273165580303?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/5503979273165580303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=5503979273165580303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5503979273165580303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5503979273165580303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-are-you-fighting-for.html' title='What Are You Fighting For?'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-6439180739726222715</id><published>2009-06-10T17:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:56:01.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Ain't Too Proud to Beg!</title><content type='html'>I was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.douganddede.com/default.asp"&gt;The Doug &amp;amp; DeDe Show&lt;/a&gt; last week and they were debating on a very interesting topic.  Are Black people (or any other group of people, for that matter) too proud to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; type of job?  There were some people that were calling in and relating their stories about how they've had to find other jobs that weren't in their field because of losing their jobs.  Some folks were able to find something that was similar to the field that they either got their degree in or something in which they had prior experience.  There were people that called in that weren't trying to get a job unless they could get it in their field.  They weren't trying to get a job doing something else, like work at McDonald's or Wal-Mart until something better came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SjA88CCmIRI/AAAAAAAAADY/zLe5E9obLqw/s1600-h/calvin_mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SjA88CCmIRI/AAAAAAAAADY/zLe5E9obLqw/s320/calvin_mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345839759726354706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I know you remember Calvin, don't you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make...I'm guilty of this too...Yes I am.  I could've gotten a job at K-Mart, or Popeyes, or even that doggone Macy's...but I was so worried about what other would think about me, a college grad, working at a fast-food restaurant or department store.  Yeah, it's a stuggling economy, but my pride was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; too strong, and I've been broke as hell for the past 6+ months because of it.   Let me give you some background:  I come from a small town...and I still live closeby.  Most of the folks here aren't highly educated and they are mostly negative, hence my wanting to relocate to New York City.  Throughout my years, myself and most of my friends were teased because we were smart.  When I went away to college and came home for breaks, I would see people from home and they would always make snide remarks about being me acting better than them because I chose to go to college.  It really screwed with my psyche too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduated and returned home from school, I got a job that had nothing to do with my major.  Hell, I had bills to pay and it's boring watching Maury everyday.  I remember talking to a girl that I went to high school with and she said "It's a shame that you went to school for nothing."  Wow...this from someone that dropped out of school.   It continues to eat at me.  Was school truly worth it?  When I lost my job last fall, I took some time to reflect on what I really want to do...it took some time, but I've got it figured out.  But, in the meantime...I'm broke.  I had no intention of working at a fast-food restaurant.  I guess my pride got in the way.  I didn't want anyone to see me and make fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work with my mother (she has a cleaning business outside of her regular job).  I felt that embarrassment coming...but I needed the cash.  My mom looked at me and said, "F$&amp;amp;k what folks have to say...you better get this money."  I went and worked my butt off.  As I was working, my mom came in and said, "there's pride in hard work...if you do the right thing, you're OK...at least you know you're doing good work and getting paid for it."  Thanks for the reality check, Mom.  I needed it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-6439180739726222715?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/6439180739726222715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=6439180739726222715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6439180739726222715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6439180739726222715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/06/aint-too-proud-to-beg.html' title='Ain&apos;t Too Proud to Beg!'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SjA88CCmIRI/AAAAAAAAADY/zLe5E9obLqw/s72-c/calvin_mcdonalds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-8145122856387957782</id><published>2009-06-07T21:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:20:07.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Movie Spotlight:  I'm Through With White Girls</title><content type='html'>I had reservations about this movie...but to my surprise, it was really good!  Here's the synopsis (courtesy of IMDB.com):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Having recently been involved in a disastrous string of relationships with white women, a hip black comic book artist must confront his own fear of commitment after vowing to exclusively date women of his own race. Jay is a hip black comic book artist whose experiences dating white women have left him wanting more. Realizing that he's in desperate need of some serious change, Jay launches "Operation Brown Sugar," and subsequently begins dating a beautiful "Halfrican-Canadian" writer. Now that race doesn't factor into Jay's dating habits anymore he feels like he may have found the love of his life. But while he may not have to worry about ending up with the wrong girl, Jay is about to discover that he may be in danger of letting the right one slip through his grasp."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WyMyjLUiu7o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WyMyjLUiu7o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny and quirky!  I always see those off-beat comedies starring Jack Black, Jonah Hill, Seth Rogen, etc., and I always wanted to see one with a predominately Black cast.  Here is one that had me cracking up!  When you get a chance, check it out!  I don't think you'll be disappointed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-8145122856387957782?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/8145122856387957782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=8145122856387957782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8145122856387957782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8145122856387957782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-spotlight-im-through-with-white.html' title='Movie Spotlight:  I&apos;m Through With White Girls'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-3903081480257438551</id><published>2009-05-28T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:51:29.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To Be…or Not to Be?  That is the Question…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7rOW-ZhMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KC172oNxII8/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7rOW-ZhMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KC172oNxII8/s320/flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964840025982146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I’m disappointed in the decision by the California Legislature not to pass Proposition 8.  I don’t think that the government should have a say so in who should be together.  The LBGT community participates in the very being of having to be an American; by that I mean voting, paying taxes, etc., so why can’t they be with who they want to be with?  It bugs me that sometimes our country can be so focused on minute things when we could be focused on that needs our total focus (unemployment…soldiers in Iraq, the economy – hello?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school, I had some teammates that I played sports with that have later on came out of the closet, and it didn’t make me feel different in any way towards them at all.  In my opinion...there are two types of people in this world. You are either cool people or you're not cool people.  That's it. If you're sometimey, then you're not cool.  It's as simple as that.  My mind traveled back down memory lane and I recalled some incidents (that I’ve seen &amp; read about) that have cemented my belief that being anything other than heterosexual one of the most stressful things to be in America besides being the President (not equating the two...just making a comparison about how stressed one can be in those situations).  When I first started playing sports, my father (and his side of the family) was excited…his daughter was following in a long family tradition of being an athlete.  On the other hand, my mom’s family wasn’t having it.  I can vividly recall an aunt admonishing me about being a lesbian…just because I dribbled a basketball. I mean, for real…why not ask me first before you make an assumption, huh?  That stressed ME out at an early age, and I’m heterosexual, so I can only imagine how it could bother &amp; stress the hell out of someone from the LBGT community.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a TV show where there was a debate among some members of the lesbian/gay community – the issue being:  is being gay something that you’re born with, or is it something that you choose to be?  I applied it to my thinking: I didn’t choose to be heterosexual; it’s just something that was instinctive to me.  But I also believe that there are some people out there that choose to be heterosexual and I think it’s the same for homosexuals as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin; he’s one of the sweetest kids &amp; he’s about 9 years old.  He has what some people would consider feminine tendencies, and he talks with a feminine-like voice.  When he plays video games, he plays with the female characters, when he watches cartoons, he watches things like the Powerpuff Girls instead of G.I. Joe (I know I’m dating myself here…LOL), and he loves to dance and sing; he really doesn’t care for sports or any “BOY” stuff.  When he grows up, he wants to be a chef (and he’s a great cook).  I don’t think he has a clue about what being gay means, but some of our family members think that he’s going to be gay when he grows up because of these characteristics, and they are beginning to treat him awkwardly because of it.   It pisses me off that they do this to him.  If he is exposed to this; and he does become gay, isn’t that conditioning him to be that way?   Isn’t that making him gay without his consent?  I guess my point here is that it should be up to that person.  Whether being homosexual from birth or whether they choose to be that way…it’s up to them.  That’s supposed to be the beauty of living in this country…freedom to choose without being judged for living YOUR life.  Tell me what you think!  I welcome all opinions, thoughts, beliefs, etc., as long as they aren’t disrespectful…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-3903081480257438551?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/3903081480257438551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=3903081480257438551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3903081480257438551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3903081480257438551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-beor-not-to-be-that-is-question.html' title='To Be…or Not to Be?  That is the Question…'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7rOW-ZhMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KC172oNxII8/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-3600075404588470568</id><published>2009-05-28T13:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:19:40.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts that Run Through My Head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7jRqjEKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/GtD-rhXYSjc/s1600-h/magic8ball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7jRqjEKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/GtD-rhXYSjc/s320/magic8ball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956100726630834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   When will I get a job?  I want to be able to pay my bills on time and go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;2.   I haven't been to the club in a while...time to go out and do the Stanky Leg..haha!&lt;br /&gt;3.   What can I do to my hair?  I'm natural now...but I'm very tempted to relax it...&lt;br /&gt;4.   I could just kick that woman's ass for that kidnapping hoax...time that was wasted looking for you could've been spent on somebody that really needed the help.&lt;br /&gt;5.   I'm not even gonna touch the fact that she blamed it to 2 or 3 black men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7e140QTXI/AAAAAAAAACw/A2t9nIziFeE/s1600-h/question1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 66px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7e140QTXI/AAAAAAAAACw/A2t9nIziFeE/s320/question1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340951225473977714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   I think it's time...to pimp my ride...LOL!  (Where's X-Hibit?)&lt;br /&gt;7.   When is this damn recession going to be over?&lt;br /&gt;8.   I can admit the fact that I'm a little envious of everyone taking vacations and I can't go...  :(&lt;br /&gt;9.   Where all the fine brothas at?&lt;br /&gt;10.  I really need to be in New York....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7hRf6J9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yDmDhV0jXRA/s1600-h/question2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7hRf6J9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yDmDhV0jXRA/s320/question2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340953898847434130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  What's up with these wack-ass songs?  If I hear Birthday Sex one more time...&lt;br /&gt;12.  Can folks leave my President alone and let him do his damn job?&lt;br /&gt;13.  Why don't people discipline their kids? &lt;br /&gt;14.  I wonder how my life would be different if I went to another college.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Can somebody please beat the Lakers?(Come on Denver...) I seriously can't stand that lame Kobe Bryant. (yeah!  I said it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-3600075404588470568?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/3600075404588470568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=3600075404588470568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3600075404588470568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3600075404588470568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts-that-run-through-my.html' title='Random Thoughts that Run Through My Head...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/Sh7jRqjEKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/GtD-rhXYSjc/s72-c/magic8ball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-8233740978636396947</id><published>2009-05-19T15:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:07:24.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>See You at the Crossroads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/ShMXz16G9zI/AAAAAAAAACo/DKShvWPr_64/s1600-h/crossroads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/ShMXz16G9zI/AAAAAAAAACo/DKShvWPr_64/s320/crossroads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337636162775742258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't get accepted into the New York Teaching Fellows Programs, I've been at a crossroads.  Not getting into the programs has made me think...am I supposed to be a teacher?  Or is that my sign to get into something else?  I've always wanted to be a writer, and I truly enjoy doing it.  However, I don't see myself making a that a full-time career at this point - it's something that I enjoy strictly for the fun of it.  Sooo...now we're back to square one:  What do I wanna be when I grow up? (I only say that phrase because I haven't figured out what I want to do just yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Teacher:  I love working with kids and I want to help them become better people.  I would like to work with kids in the inner-city because they need the most help and since I was went to school in a district that was considered to have a large low-income population.  I was lucky to have some teachers &amp; parents who cared.  The downside:  I'm not sure if I have the patience to deal with the kids on a long term basis; with that being said, I don't want to be a disservice to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Doctor:  I always have a love for medicine and the sciences.  I also have great people and communication skills.  My bachelors degree is already in Kinesiology, so I would just have some more additional science courses that would take about a year before beginning medical school.  The downside...the additional 4+ years of schooling.  That's it.  I'm positive I can handle everything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Another alternative:  Physician Assistant.  Again it's in the medical field, and I would be working with people.  It offers a great salary ($75,000 - $84,000) and I would have to do about 2 more years of school.  The downside:  if I am going to do this, I might as well go to medical school.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine doing anything else, so now you see my dilemma.  What to do...so many options...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-8233740978636396947?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/8233740978636396947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=8233740978636396947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8233740978636396947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8233740978636396947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-you-at-crossroads.html' title='See You at the Crossroads...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/ShMXz16G9zI/AAAAAAAAACo/DKShvWPr_64/s72-c/crossroads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-3661817177788489771</id><published>2009-05-13T21:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:36:24.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I Miss You...Old Eddie Murphy!!!</title><content type='html'>I was driving on my way to work this morning...I couldn't find my glasses and was frustrated.  I knew I was going to be late...basically I knew today was going to be terrible.  When I turned to the Tom Joyner Morning Show, a comedian was doing a hilarious routine...the voice sounded familiar...but I couldn't place it.  The routine was SOOOO funny.  It made me feel better, then it dawned on me:  It's Eddie Murphy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the two clips they played this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7kP35jI7Go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7kP35jI7Go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0_vTUnokNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0_vTUnokNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day Eddie Murphy...not Daddy Day Care Eddie Murphy...now don't get me wrong, I KNOW he is a genius...and I love all of his work (even Pluto Nash...not Meet Dave though), but I miss his movies &amp; stand-up routines like Raw, Delirious, Trading Places, Coming to America, Boomerang, etc.  Eddie...come back! I miss you! I know you gotta do stuff for the kids...But PLEASE INDULGE US GROWN FOLKS!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of Steve Harvey, Cedric the Entertainer, Chris Rock, etc., and they are funny...but can they really touch Eddie?  Let me know what you think while you're laughing at the videos....Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-3661817177788489771?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/3661817177788489771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=3661817177788489771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3661817177788489771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3661817177788489771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-youold-eddie-murphy.html' title='I Miss You...Old Eddie Murphy!!!'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-2750041612162441087</id><published>2009-04-19T20:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:15:56.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>I Believe That Children are the Future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SevWVc7aoSI/AAAAAAAAACY/YemxAjKCDmA/s1600-h/Two-kids-After-School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SevWVc7aoSI/AAAAAAAAACY/YemxAjKCDmA/s320/Two-kids-After-School.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586648326742306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that I am really passionate about...and that is young people.  Kids are the most honest people in the world and it's so refreshing to hear their thoughts about stuff.  They are usually so un-biased, and believe it or not, they are usually on the money with their observations.  Most of the time, people don't give them a chance - they write them off and treat them like crap.  I always fight for the underdog, that's why I'm such an advocate for kids...and the biggest reason why I wanted to be a teacher in the inner-city.  But lately, I've been seeing a lot of stuff that literally wants to be sing like Marvin Gaye..."Makes me wanna holler, and throw up my hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing my job in the insurance industry, I had a hard time getting a job; but I have one as a scorer for a testing company.  Basically, I score state standardized tests for the 8th grade level; when I read these papers it just depresses me. They are from all over the state, and from all different school districts.  You can CLEARLY see the difference of students in rich and poor school districts...and it breaks my heart.Here's an example; one day while I was reading these essays, I noticed that there were a majority of misspelled words.  Now, I know that I'm not Akilah and the Bee...but these words are basic...I wrote them down. Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conquer - concur&lt;br /&gt;courage - curaj&lt;br /&gt;father - faughther&lt;br /&gt;obstacle - opstickal&lt;br /&gt;doubt - daut&lt;br /&gt;experience - expereenz&lt;br /&gt;innocent - inknowsent&lt;br /&gt;rely - relie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A majority of the kids are doomed.  They lack the basic reading, writing &amp; comprehension skills in order to be successful; and they are in the 8th grade...if they are struggling in 8th grade, you know it's over when they get into high school.  If they can't read &amp; write, you damn sure can't expect them to do math and other things.  What is going on with them?  I can't blame BET for this one...OK, I can give them some of the blame...LOL. I know it starts at home, but how do we (Educators, etc.) we fix this?  What can we do to help them?  What becomes of the kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-2750041612162441087?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/2750041612162441087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=2750041612162441087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2750041612162441087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2750041612162441087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-scared-for-kids.html' title='I Believe That Children are the Future...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SevWVc7aoSI/AAAAAAAAACY/YemxAjKCDmA/s72-c/Two-kids-After-School.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-5671377491004122126</id><published>2009-04-19T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:38:33.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Lemons &amp; Lemonade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SetADAp1KOI/AAAAAAAAACI/neU7hc8tU3c/s1600-h/lemons1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SetADAp1KOI/AAAAAAAAACI/neU7hc8tU3c/s320/lemons1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326421404754979042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see the good in a bad situation is a hard thing.  I didn't get admitted into the New York City Teaching Fellowship Program.  I REALLY wanted to get in...but, due to budget cuts, the economy...they cut their co-hort in half.  While I'm disappointed as hell about the whole thing...I'm glad I didn't make it for a couple of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I would've had to move to NYC within a month's notice with no cash (which is impossible), so I would've had to turn it down anyways.&lt;br /&gt; - They only give 7 weeks of training before you're thrown into a class &amp; expected to teach these kids.&lt;br /&gt; - Since I won't be in NYC, I can finish some projects and actually pay off my car (and other debt) this year...make it to the family &amp; class reunion...and take that Vegas vacation in October...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not knocking the NYCTF at all - I understand where they are coming from - they have to protect their neck and make sure that they don't accept more people than jobs are available.  I just wanted to be out of a bad situation - it's not bad, but it isn't what I want right now (living at home, no money, temp job, etc.) ASAP.  I wanted to relocate and start a new life...but that will come later than sooner (yes I mean to say it that way).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This setback is allowing me to make preparations for my come-up...I'm going to go through the traditional route and get my Masters in Education...that way I know what to expect...I'll be working too and I can save to make the right move so that I'm not struggling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life hands you lemons...make lemonade!  So for now...have a cold glass on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SetD2mWwr6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NZ2IzzeZPrQ/s1600-h/lemonade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SetD2mWwr6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NZ2IzzeZPrQ/s320/lemonade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326425589583753122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-5671377491004122126?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/5671377491004122126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=5671377491004122126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5671377491004122126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/5671377491004122126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/04/lemons-lemonade.html' title='Lemons &amp;amp; Lemonade...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SetADAp1KOI/AAAAAAAAACI/neU7hc8tU3c/s72-c/lemons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-3561787692413407093</id><published>2009-04-12T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:54:05.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Dear God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SeJG18x6MVI/AAAAAAAAACA/9hKeqzzOCh4/s1600-h/black_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SeJG18x6MVI/AAAAAAAAACA/9hKeqzzOCh4/s320/black_angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323895602167820626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s me, SLC. I haven’t talked to you in while, so I figured I’d give you an update.  The past six months have been absolutely awful, and that is an understatement to say the least.  I don’t mean to complain, but can you clue me in?  Am I doing something wrong?  Now, I do realize that I’m not perfect, but I attend church, treat people the way I want to be treated, I tithe, and I am active in ministry.  I try hard to make a positive difference in my life, and bring something positive in someone else’s, but lately my motivation is seriously waning and when I lose my motivation, things can start to get bad because I’m gonna stop caring about stuff…and that can get dangerous.  What do I have to do in order for things to turn out ok?  You know what…you don’t have to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I’m going to ask a small favor from you.  I’m not asking for much, I don’t need a ton of money (although it would be nice) or anything like that.  God, I would just like to have one thing….just a little bit of good news.  Something that will brighten my day and make me walk down the street smiling and singing to myself.  That’s it, God…just some good news…please.  Thanks for listening and I’m looking forward to hearing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;SLC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-3561787692413407093?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/3561787692413407093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=3561787692413407093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3561787692413407093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/3561787692413407093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-god.html' title='Dear God...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SeJG18x6MVI/AAAAAAAAACA/9hKeqzzOCh4/s72-c/black_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-6375413702649250500</id><published>2009-03-06T01:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:21:09.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Family? What About Family??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SbEhAD-z2yI/AAAAAAAAABw/rfpKV-UQesk/s1600-h/quefight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SbEhAD-z2yI/AAAAAAAAABw/rfpKV-UQesk/s320/quefight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310061720598993698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I am a Reality TV freak!  Monday through Friday, I am watching some show, from The Biggest Loser, From G's to Gents, For the Love of Ray J, America's Best Dance Crew, Harlem Heights (which I am liking enough right now to stop by BET boycott momentarily) and last but not least, Making the Band 4.  I have a love/hate relationship with this show.  Why?  Because Diddy (I absolutely admire his entrepreneurial skills) just drags the show on too long.  I need them to make a decision about this dog-gone group Danity Kane.  They are dragging this storyline so much that I just wish that they edit them out of the show.  I'm quoting Steve Harvey right now ("We all know what its bout! Bring on the water!).  Come on already....Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching the guys, Day26...I think that they have some of the best voices out there.  But this past episode really made me notice something and not for the good.  As of right now, the guys' contract are in the process of being negotiated, and until the negotiations are finalized, they can't record in the studio, book shows, etc.  In other words, these guys aren't making any money...and they are feeling the PINCH.  Haven't you heard?  It's a recession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite members, Que, was really having some problems.  He stated that he didn’t have a father and he had to take care of his family because he was the man in the household.  MTV then cut to a clip of him talking to his mother, explaining to her why he didn’t have any money.  I got the impression from the conversation that she was asking him for some.  As he explained to his fellow band mates what was going on, my heart went out to him.  His mother quit her job, the family was in the process of moving into a new home and his sister was at home.  He went on to explain that with this launch of their first CD, he never got a real chance to spend his money the way he wanted to; he was taking care of his family instead.  He has the whole weight of his family on his shoulders at the young age of 20!  All I could think about was, “it’s not your responsibility, Que!”  I understand that you’re making a living in the music industry, but your mother is a grown woman, and if you weren’t in the music industry, she wouldn’t have quit her job…she would still be working.  I loved when Brian told him that it wasn’t his responsibility.  Now Que is all stressed out about money when he should be relaxing and enjoying this time in his life (note to Diddy: hurry up and pay these guys…please!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SbEhMV-ObqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d885wQrvbg8/s1600-h/2008+NFL+Draft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SbEhMV-ObqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d885wQrvbg8/s320/2008+NFL+Draft.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310061931586809506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of when you see some of the guys that just make it in the NFL or NBA; they come from nothing…then all of a sudden they have more money in a matter of weeks than they have seen in their entire lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sportscaster:  What are you going to do now Johnny now that you've made it to the NFL?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: First thing I'm doing is buying my mama a house and a car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends and others that you vaguely remember come out of the woodwork, with stories of hard times, business plans that is going to make everybody blow up and putting guilt trips on the newly rich: “You wouldn’t be where you were if it weren’t for me…” If these guys were in any other profession like doctors, lawyers or engineers would people still be coming at them for handouts?  Are they really obligated to help people out financially and what is the limit to which they should help people.  These men and women help out so much to the point that they don’t have anything for themselves and then they are forced to work extra hard to maintain the lifestyle…and that’s not fair to them. I know of one NFL player from my area that bought his mother and sister a house, cars and gave them monthly allowances.  When he got cut from his team, he was unable to get signed to another team, and now he’s broke…but his mom and sister got theirs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is too much?  Why should you feel obligated?  Your parents made the choice to bring you into this world and take care of you…Anything else that you do for them is extra.  Now I’m not saying cut them off totally, but I think you should do what you can within reason.  If you WANT to take care of their every need then by all means, go ahead.  But I don’t feel like you HAVE to do so.  That just creates a monster in the long run that can destroy families (because I believe that family/friends &amp; money is/are a horrible cocktail).  Am I wrong for feeling that way?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to Que…take care of yourself, homey.  Your money is coming…just remember that the music industry is fickle as hell, so use your money wisely and invest it properly…in other words, make your money work for you now, so you don’t have to work for it later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**photo of the NFL draft is used for illustrative use only…I don’t know those guys and I don’t know if they got their family on payroll…LOL!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-6375413702649250500?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/6375413702649250500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=6375413702649250500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6375413702649250500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6375413702649250500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/03/family.html' title='Family? What About Family??'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SbEhAD-z2yI/AAAAAAAAABw/rfpKV-UQesk/s72-c/quefight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-6470145820156519680</id><published>2009-02-05T13:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:07:20.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SYs43Nx00SI/AAAAAAAAABo/M3r4WsW4Slk/s1600-h/the+more+you+know....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SYs43Nx00SI/AAAAAAAAABo/M3r4WsW4Slk/s320/the+more+you+know....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299391907774124322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I don’t do these…but I read everyone else’s list.  So, I’m gonna do one too…Don’t laugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My favorite color is blue…I don’t care what shade of blue…it can sky blue, aqua blue, or midnight blue…just as long as it’s blue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I hate when people ask me where I’m going.  If I wanted you to know, I WOULD TELL YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am scared that I won’t be able to have children.  Why?  Because I’m absolutely crazy about them.  It’s usually the people that really, really want kids can’t have them and a lady or couple that don’t want kids and/or mistreat/abuse them will have a lot.  Ironic, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I’m terrified that I will die early in life, and while I am sleep.  For that reason, I hate going to sleep (I’m usually up until 3-4am) and I try to get the least amount of sleep as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hate medication.  I think that it’s a way for other people to control you; it dulls your senses &amp; makes you into a walking, talking, but catatonic zombie.  I also think it’s a cop-out for doctors (they get you in and out of the office ASAP to increase the number of patients they see and make more money; plus I think they get kick-backs from pharmaceutical companies).  If doctors took the time to really talk to you, they could find an alternative way to treat you, unless it was absolutely imperative to give you medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am a conspiracy theorist…didn’t you read #5!  I think the government is behind a lot of things that are wrong.  If you get the time, ask me about AIDS in the USA and 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am THE MICHAEL JACKSON FAN.  I know all of his songs, I know the dance moves.  I am praying he goes on tour so that I can go…FRONT  ROW!  But if I had kids, I will confess that I would never let him babysit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I’m starting to think that I need new friends.  I feel like I don’t have a lot in common with them anymore.  Plus, every time they have a problem, they call me, I listen and offer solutions and try to help as best I can.  But when I need someone to listen to, they ain’t trying to hear anything I have to say…so I really don’t talk to them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I’m really hard on myself.  I’m my harshest critic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was younger, I used to eat cigarettes (Salem, Newports &amp; Pall Mall).  My father jokes that it stunted my growth…if I didn’t eat them, I’d be at least 6’3 instead of just 5’10…lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I hate stupid people…they kill me with their stupidity.  They’re really good too.  You won’t know they’re stupid until you’re good into a conversation with them…then you’re like DAMN!  I just wasted time talking to this stupid (insert cuss word here).  I think if people had stickers letting us know what we are dealing with…the world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I love going to the movies.  I have to be there to see the previews, that way; I can make a mental note about the movies that I’ll see in the future.  If I don’t see the previews, I don’t want to watch the movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  2008 was the worst year that I’ve ever had.  2009 will be better…I’m sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  It took me a long time to find what I want to do with my life…but I’ve finally figured it out.  I want to own my magazine and freelance writing (articles, screenplays and songs).  My backup plan is to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I’m so glad that I didn’t become a lawyer or a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I have an ongoing fantasy that I’m the lead singer of an all-girl band.  Kind of like a female EWF or Maze ft. Frankie Beverly. (You thought it was going to be nasty didn’t you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I love music – all genres.  You can look at my MP3 player and see music ranging from Tupac to Steeley Dan. (yeah – look it up, they’re good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I’m still salty about those Negroes that stole my car.  Now I have to pay for car repairs (the damages are below my deductible so I have to pay out of pocket) because these fools want to steal.  If I see them around my car again, I’ll be sending another note asking for bail money because I shot those fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  I can read and play music (4 instruments), but I want to learn other instruments:  mainly the drums, trumpet, trombone, bass, flute and the alto saxophone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I break stuff.  I don’t mean to do it on purpose; I just don’t know my own strength.  When I do break stuff, I try to fix it ASAP so my brothers don’t make fun of me.  They call me the BEAST…lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I need to lose weight, but I have no motivation.  I wanted to go on the Biggest Loser because I think I would do well, but I have no desire to be on national TV with a sports bra and biker shorts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  I should’ve taken sports more seriously in high school so that I could’ve received a sports scholarship.  I just got burned out (thanks Kenan). I see some women on the court and I like damn! I could kill them in the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  I have a serious crush on Q-Tip.  It may sound weird (and I don’t give a damn what you think), but he is so sexy…totally not what I usually go or in a guy.  I saw him in concert last summer and I was so in love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  I hate repeating myself to people that I know UNDERSTAND me.  What I’m saying to you isn’t going to change…it’s just going to piss me off and make me cuss you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  I’m crazy about my brothers…despite the fact that they drive me crazy, I’m still crazy about them, and will cut anyone that tries to do them harm.  Ask some females out there about me that have tried to start some drama with Dean! LOL! I’m so good at it that others have asked to be their Big Sis for this very same reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-6470145820156519680?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/6470145820156519680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=6470145820156519680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6470145820156519680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6470145820156519680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SYs43Nx00SI/AAAAAAAAABo/M3r4WsW4Slk/s72-c/the+more+you+know....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-7789980804203112002</id><published>2009-01-28T16:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:30:16.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Aretha Franklin</title><content type='html'>Ok People...I've been hearing the jokes about Aretha's hat at the inauguration...lol...but I must say that it's completely normal for black women to wear them in church.  Now, I must admit, I never was that big of an Aretha fan (I just never listened to her music). I've been getting my music library together and my father told me to take a look at her music because in his words, "She BAAADDDD!" (thanks Dad!)  Lately I've been listening mainly to a lot of old school because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Old school artists make the best music (they sing with their soul...their BEING, and you can FEEL it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Most of the old school artist's music is imitated anyway, so why not listen to the original.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bought her greatest hit CD and have been CONVERTED ever since, just based on  this one song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-WoC9RfuoU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-WoC9RfuoU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the best video, but it's decent.  I'm mad that I've been sleep on her for all these years!  She is BAAADDD!  This is the song that I've been feeling...Everyone talks about Respect and Chain of Fools, but this is the ticket right here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-7789980804203112002?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/7789980804203112002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=7789980804203112002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7789980804203112002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7789980804203112002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/01/aretha-franklin.html' title='Aretha Franklin'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-8714536726228771467</id><published>2009-01-22T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:50:57.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on New York City…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SXjMlPdXHYI/AAAAAAAAABY/hv9PUlmFv3E/s1600-h/new-york-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SXjMlPdXHYI/AAAAAAAAABY/hv9PUlmFv3E/s320/new-york-city.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206302150925698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I had the pleasure of visiting New York City…I had a job interview and I decided to stay a couple of extra days and just relax…away from the family…just chill out basically.  I didn’t get to do everything that I wanted to do (it was snowing &amp; I was by myself), but while I was here, I had a really great time.  Here are some reflections that I made while in NYC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NYC is a bigger, more congested version of Chicago.  I had never been to NYC before, so I based my assumptions about NYC on what I saw on TV.  When the train came into Penn Station (the looonnngggest train ride EVER; forget trying to save money…I’ll fly next time!), the first thing that came into my mind was “Damn…I rode this long-ass Metra Ride (those in Chicago know what I'm talking about!)…this ain’t nothing but Chicago, just bigger!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Surprisingly, the people aren’t rude.  Another misconception.  One of my&lt;br /&gt; friends swore up and down that New Yorkers were rude as hell, but outside of one incident at the movie theater (and that was just an ignorant-ass kid, but that got nipped in the bud immediately…lol) I have to say that New Yorkers are cool people.  Let’s just say that I’ve encountered more rude people living in Chicago…and I live here…go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New Yorkers are aggressive.  They have a whole different attitude about them.  SWAGGER…and I love it.  Chicago has it too, but we’re more laid back with it.  New York…nah….they are very aggressive, and loud.  I love listening to them talk…the accents are great. Everything is fast-paced…and I love it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can sooo see myself living here.  The city is beautiful! I hope I get the job.  I can’t wait!  Hopefully I’ll be able to meet some people and have some fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-8714536726228771467?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/8714536726228771467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=8714536726228771467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8714536726228771467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/8714536726228771467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-new-york-city.html' title='Thoughts on New York City…'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SXjMlPdXHYI/AAAAAAAAABY/hv9PUlmFv3E/s72-c/new-york-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-7239168586855691662</id><published>2009-01-22T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:29:40.946-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>To Settle....or not to Settle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SXjJGK0Qt0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lIwu9s-JF6E/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SXjJGK0Qt0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lIwu9s-JF6E/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294202469793969986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that you can say that I’m at the age where most of my friends are starting to get married and have children.  Actually, most of my friends are married, and I can truly say that ALL of them have married “well,” meaning that they married good guys that respect, honor and cherish them…and they feel the same way about their husbands, which is what I think it should be about anyway.  I’m proud that they found true love, because it is extremely difficult to find.   Does it bother me that I’m still single?  At this point, not really.  The only time that it gets to me right now is when I go somewhere that bringing your man is a priority (couples’ night, a double date, weddings, etc).  Right now I know that I’m a work in progress.  When I am ready to be married, I want to have my shit together.  Basically, I want to be a bonus to my man…he has to be sufficient on his own (just like I will be) – so when we come together, we will be a hell of a unit!  In my mind, the two “whole” people come together to become a united team, not two single people that need each other to be complete (hope that makes sense – to me, the word “single” used in this context implies that both people are deficient until they come together).  I don’t want to be a detriment to my man; so with that being said, I will continue to work on improving myself so that when Mr. Right comes, I will be ready…I expect him to have the same mindset.  We need to be two loving people who grow together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some other friends who are single as well, and for some of them, being married is all they focused on, sometimes to their detriment.  They want to be married so bad that they are overlooking what they used to considered “deal-breakers” in order to be with someone.  To me, this is called SETTLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETTLING SUCKS.  PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you settle, you cheat yourself out of so much,  One of my friends said she was staying with her man because she didn’t want to be alone, and he loves her more than she loves him.  Never mind the fact that he refuses to let her meet his family and they’ve been together for almost 9 months.  WTFITBS?  To me, this is just a waste of her time…and his.  Why hold on to this – when both can go out and find someone that can love and appreciate them for who they are.  I think this is so selfish …I guess I’ll never understand it.  My other friend has wanted to get married to her guy for years (they’ve been together for about 6 years).  She moved hours away from her family to be with him, and still no ring.  She just had a baby, and you guessed it – still no ring.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I like her guy, he is cool people, but I don’t think he’s ready for marriage yet…so my question is why do you function like a married couple?  Why get married if there is no incentive to change because things won’t be different?  I hate seeing my friend wait, and wait, and wait for an engagement ring.  I hate seeing her settle for this type of behavior even more.  She is such a smart, beautiful, talented woman…and I think that if her guy won’t put a ring on it (no matter how much I think he is a cool dude), then she needs to leave and find someone who will step to the plate and be the man that she is looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER SETTLE.&lt;br /&gt;While growing up, I was always the tomboy…All of my female cousins were older than I was and I didn’t really have any female friends until I started going to school.  So all I did was hang around guys…my cousins and brothers that would actually put up with me…lol…I took more than my fair share of lumps, and when I complained to my father he would tell me to give it right back to them.  He told me to demand respect; NEVER SETTLE for poor treatment or what you don’t like because you’ll always come up short for something that you need.  I’ve kept this philosophy throughout my life, but the one burning question that I have:  Is not settling considered being too picky?  I’m not sure (I’m pretty sure people will debate this).  Are you willing to get less of what you require just to have something?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settling can tie you down and the right person could pass you by (what a gamble, huh?).  Are those odds in your favor?  Will the idea of not settling rule out a good man (or woman, whatever your preference is :)!) Like I said before,  my dad taught me not to settle, and I use this philosophy in my life – every aspect, especially in my love life.  Now don’t get me wrong, I have settled (once with a habitual cheater, the other with a guy who can be VERY verbally abusive) before in relationships, but I got out of them with the hope that something better for me would come along.  But sometimes I wonder if my thoughts on settling have made me miss out on something that could have been special.  Only time will tell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist&lt;br /&gt;• Tell Me if You Still Care – SOS Band&lt;br /&gt;• Just Be Good to Me – SOS Band&lt;br /&gt;• Watcha Gonna Do for Me – Chaka Khan&lt;br /&gt;• El DeBarge – Love Me in a Special Way&lt;br /&gt;• Alexander O’Neal &amp; Cherelle – Saturday Love&lt;br /&gt;• The Jacksons – Let Me Show You the Way to Go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-7239168586855691662?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/7239168586855691662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=7239168586855691662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7239168586855691662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/7239168586855691662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-settleor-not-to-settle.html' title='To Settle....or not to Settle?'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SXjJGK0Qt0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lIwu9s-JF6E/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-2491255685123789309</id><published>2009-01-13T02:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:22:10.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Funny...</title><content type='html'>Here's a funny clip of Barack Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vQ7wQ80Aik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vQ7wQ80Aik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just lets me know that he is a regular dude, and he can relate to anyone...LOL at when he tells the worker in the restaurant "Nah...We straight..."  HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-2491255685123789309?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/2491255685123789309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=2491255685123789309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2491255685123789309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/2491255685123789309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny.html' title='Funny...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-1651554568278474692</id><published>2009-01-07T16:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:42:17.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Watching TV...</title><content type='html'>My friends and a few of my relatives (and myself) are addicted to reality TV...One show that they watch is the Bad Girls Club.  I caught an episode today and laughed the whole time...It's funny as hell.  I just had to ask myself: What makes these girls "bad"?  The fact that they jump in each others faces and throw furniture when they know that somebody is gonna "hold them back"...I mean, hell they never fight for real do they? I joke all the time...if they want a true bad girl, I can bring them around some of my relatives and friends...lol (Come on now...are you really scared of Jennavecia?).  I'm not a bad girl by any means but if what they are casting on TV constitutes one, then I need to be in Rikers right now! lol....just rambling on what I saw today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new season of Snapped starts tomorrow!  Yay!  Yall better watch out now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-1651554568278474692?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/1651554568278474692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=1651554568278474692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/1651554568278474692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/1651554568278474692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/01/watching-tv.html' title='Watching TV...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-1618338823010005246</id><published>2009-01-03T00:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:31:14.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year (and good luck on those resolutions...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SV8C73IIsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5MoW4inwO0/s1600-h/new_year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SV8C73IIsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5MoW4inwO0/s320/new_year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286947714989863458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…2008 is over…Hello 2009!  I can honestly say that 2008 was the worst year of my life…I lost my job, my car was stolen (and non-drivable) - - basically this year was just a huge debacle.  The only thing that I’m missing from the job was the money itself (anyone got any ideas how you can get paid for doing absolutely nothing?  Just asking…lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the year, I just basically threw up my hands and just said screw it, and I’ll wait until 2009 to get things popping.  At the end of the day, you have to have a sense of humor about things and be positive, because no matter how bad things are, they can get worse.  I find myself applying for jobs and looking at the most crazy ignorant stuff online (thanks to &lt;a href="http://creoleindc.typepad.com/rantings_of_a_creole_prin/"&gt;Monica Mingo&lt;/a&gt; for posting this video – you have no idea how this lifted my spirits…) this type of ISH keeps my spirits up and my stomach muscles sore from laughing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mWW6kRITEY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mWW6kRITEY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m excited about 2009 being here!  There’s so much that I want to do, and I have a whole year to get it done.  Here’s a small glimpse of my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a new job and relocate to NYC (that interview is coming up REAL soon)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off my car &lt;br /&gt;3. Get out of debt and start a nest egg (didn’t realize the importance of this until I lost the gig)&lt;br /&gt;4. Get in shape and lose a LOT of weight&lt;br /&gt;5. To become a better cook&lt;br /&gt;6. To be a nicer person&lt;br /&gt;7.      To take a racing class (yes I want to learn to drift like Vin Diesel on The Fast &amp; the Furious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list is sooo long and I won’t torture you anymore…I guess my question is what keeps you focused on keeping your resolutions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-1618338823010005246?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/1618338823010005246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=1618338823010005246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/1618338823010005246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/1618338823010005246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-good-luck-on-those.html' title='Happy New Year (and good luck on those resolutions...)'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SV8C73IIsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K5MoW4inwO0/s72-c/new_year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-667340242529813578</id><published>2008-12-19T01:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:41:59.442-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Waiting for the Other Shoe…</title><content type='html'>I guess things are possibly starting to look up…I talked to the branch manager at my bank and he very graciously spoke to me at great lengths about employment.  He was a very encouraging brother and his kindness will always be appreciated.  My cousin also sent me a very encouraging email and I must say that it did lift my spirits.  I was able to catch up on some bills (don’t act like you don’t know how it is…lol…), and surprisingly, I was invited to complete a final interview for the NYC Teaching Fellows Program.  The day that I got the email regarding my application status, I knew for sure 1000% - yes, ONE THOUSAND PERCENT sure that it was another rejection letter to go into the abysmal pile that is so high I could heat the house for weeks.  To my surprise, it was a congratulations letter…OMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the kid is off to NYC come mid January.  I’ve never been, and I’m excited, but I must admit that I’m scared as hell.  Not of the city itself (I’m always down for traveling), but of the prospect of the change that may be coming.  Since I’ve graduated from college, I have gotten myself into quite a comfort zone and it’s a little overwhelming.  This is the first time that I am traveling across the country all by myself (I suck, don’t I? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this situation, I find it very parallel to when I was going away to college.  I just took off to a school that I never visited, just because I was ready for something new, just because it tickled my fancy.  Back then, I didn’t care, I was just “RET TO GO.”  I’ve just told a select few and while some of my friends/family that are really encouraging, others aren’t too enthusiastic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to fail…I’m just tired of hearing negative people and haters talk that ISH…Or getting that final rejection letter in the mail…That’s when you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist: &lt;br /&gt;Donnie Hathaway – “Giving Up is Hard to Do &amp; I’ll Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know”&lt;br /&gt;The Isley Brothers – “Work to Do &amp; Footsteps in the Dark” &lt;br /&gt;(I’m in an Old School State of Mind right now…lol…)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-667340242529813578?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/667340242529813578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=667340242529813578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/667340242529813578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/667340242529813578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-other-shoe.html' title='Waiting for the Other Shoe…'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-6532459926483653607</id><published>2008-12-03T23:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:10:44.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting...'/><title type='text'>Get Yours...Just Like I Got Mine!</title><content type='html'>So...it's known that I don't have a lot of money (which got worse since leaving my job...LOL).  But I buy nice things that are representative of my tastes.  That being said, I take very good care of my things, and I'm very protective of my stuff because, well hell...it's my stuff and that's all that matters.  So imagine my shock when I woke up, looked outside, and my car was GONE!  It was parked and locked and some fools stole it the night before.  To say I was mad is an UNDERSTATEMENT...I was STEAMING, and looking for blood.  I was so upset that I missed a relative's funeral (R.I.P. Uncle Allyn) because I knew that I wouldn't be in the right frame of mind...too many emotions swirling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later received a phone call from my insurance company, who told me that my car was parked outside a fire captain's house in Gary, IN.  Yeah...someone took it and drove it about 20 miles away and abandoned it.  I was so scared about the damage to the car...I thought that it might be sitting on block (Screaming like Martin Lawrence in "A Thin Line Between Love &amp; Hate"..."Aww damn...she done broke me down to my brake pads!").  I'm so grateful to Captain Lee, who was so kind and gracious to watch my car until I was able to get a ride to come and get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My door - damaged, the ignition - damaged, my audio system &amp; music - gone (those who know me know that my music is everything to me), and something under the hood is gone too:  so driving my car is out of the question.  So now I have to pay for a tow to get my car back home.  My estimate is under the deductible, so I have to pay for all the damages out of my pocket...DAMN!  Did I also mention that since I'm not working right now, where in the hell is all this cash coming from?  I hate borrowing from people. Or how about the fact that I'm interviewing for jobs, and I'm in an industry whose main office are usually at least 25 miles away?  How am I supposed to get to my interviews in order to get a job?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the country is in a recession, and times are hard...trust me I do know.  But hard times aren't exclusive to just you...they're hard for EVERYONE, and that doesn't give you a right to STEAL/VANDALIZE other people's property that they PAID for.  Save your money just like I did or get a DAMN job and buy your own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and FYI to the car thieves...don't let it happen again.  I'll gladly beat you down and go to jail if I find someone messing with my property...you know what?  Maybe not.  Criminals are suing these days when regular folks fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;My Playlist While Writing This Blog:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hold You Down - The Alchemist ft. Prodigy and Nina Sky&lt;br /&gt;2.  Roses - Andre 3000&lt;br /&gt;3.  Move Bitch - Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;4.  I Got the Hook Up - Master P&lt;br /&gt;5.  Slippin - DMX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-6532459926483653607?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/6532459926483653607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=6532459926483653607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6532459926483653607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6532459926483653607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-yoursjust-like-i-got-mine.html' title='Get Yours...Just Like I Got Mine!'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-6482908849296289451</id><published>2008-11-16T16:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:34:29.709-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>A Civil Conversation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CVALUED%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that the election is over, I have finally exhaled and now it’s back to business…On a day to day basis, I make it a habit of cruising the blogs and checking out people’s opinions about politics and popular culture, etc. One of the central themes that this election has exposed is the infamous topic of race. When I cruise the different sites, I see the most offensive comments about race from both blacks and whites…and we wonder why we can’t get along!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here’s a sample of what I’ve come across; this is from The Root:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“Blacks are here because of white people. They are where they &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;are because of white people. Stop trying to take credit for this. &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;Obama broke the color barrier...NO white people let him! We &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;gave black people a life, a chance to be here…They still do nothing &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;but blame white people. YOU HAVE AS LIFE AND A FAMILY &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;HISTORY BECAUSE OF WHITE PEOPLE. DON'T FORGET &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;THAT!!! and don't play dumb and ignorant. History is written in &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;fact. You can't change it to suit your fight. Start thanking us for &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;what you have!”&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That was one of the tamest comments…from what I assume (I could be wrong) is a white person. Here’s another one; this is from the Chicago Tribune from what I assume is a person of color and equally disturbing as the comment listed above:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“I'm sick of reading racist, JEALOUS, comment's from White &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;People who try to circumvent the truth with their illogical logic. &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;You people are so jealous and hateful and so much like little children.&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;You must share your stolen toys with the REST of the World. So get &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;use to it. All you Hitler Wannabbees.”&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Online (believe it or not, on sites like The Chicago Tribune and the Indianapolis Star), people say the most ignorant things and they hide behind them with sterotypes and faulty logic. It seems to me that the most racist people are the ones that smile in your face at work and talk about you behind your back (or post hateful, vile stuff on the internet under a pseudonym). Personally, I'd rather you say what you hav to in front of my face...that way I know how you are from the jump. When I was in college, I participated in a program called Conversations on Race. My class composed of people from many races &amp;amp; backgrounds. Once everyone’s defenses came down, we began to have some very meaningful discussions and we began to have a new appreciation for each other’s race and culture. It amazed me that there are people that STILL have these feelings towards a group of people. Come on people…All black people aren’t lazy &amp;amp; gangbangers…all white people aren’t racists…all Latinos aren’t gardeners, all Middle Eastern people aren’t terrorists, and all Asians don’t own nail shops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I guess the million dollar question is: Can we EVER move beyond hiding behind the internet and have a civilized discussion about race? Talk to me people…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shondra :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-6482908849296289451?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/6482908849296289451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=6482908849296289451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6482908849296289451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/6482908849296289451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2008/11/civil-conversation.html' title='A Civil Conversation...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-1716726174611237078</id><published>2008-11-16T05:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T05:10:29.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules of Engagement...</title><content type='html'>I read blogs all the time...constantly...I love to chat about just about anything, and I love a good debate/discussion...whatever you'd like to call it.  However, I don't want any drama...Here are the rules of engagement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Please be respectful:  We can agree to disagree, but please don't try to go under the belt...It annoys me to no end...plus it really doesn't get anything solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you want to do all that spamming BS...bypass this site and go to another one...you DON'T want to piss me off...I swear you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Don't be afraid to discuss how you really feel about the topics...I want to have good discussions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  If you want something covered, let me know and we'll discuss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of anything else, this will be updated.  Talk to you soon...Shondra :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1487637317829380765-1716726174611237078?l=verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/1716726174611237078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1487637317829380765&amp;postID=1716726174611237078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/1716726174611237078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1487637317829380765/posts/default/1716726174611237078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalrenaissance.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-of-engagement.html' title='The Rules of Engagement...'/><author><name>SLC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03671845047570249347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEj9rpQw4Hc/SrQMvUbcE9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TiYzN-S4cdc/S220/african_women.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1487637317829380765.post-2617695126852580959</id><published>2008-11-10T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:20:35.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my little corner on the Web!  This is just a forum to just discuss some interesting topics about the happenings of the world...I'll update later once I get enough time to really sit down and write...I'll chat later!  Bear with me...this is my first time blogging...I read so many different blogs and I just decided to try one on my own...I welcome all feedback...negative and positive.  Talk to you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shondra :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'm constantly on the lookout for more blogs to read.  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