Not sure why but I was caught up yesterday thinking it was Friday. I’on know why - I don’t THINK I’m in any great rush to get to the weekend…not like I need to escape from a 9-2-5. *shrug* I think I was anticipating a roadtrip that alas, ain’t happening. *sigh*

1. Gossip mags are reporting that Janet Jackson is inadvertently paying child support for her brother Jermaine. They say Janet takes care of her 74-yr old mom (good for you Janet) and that her MOM has been paying Jermaine’s bills. Supposedly, a judge has ORDERED Ms. Kathryn to pay Jermaine’s child support!! What kind of nonsense is that?? Why would a grown-arse man’s MOTHER (or anybody else for that matter) have to pay his child support? If he can’t pay, lock him away! (Ok, cheap rhyme) At the very least, cut off his supply of Wave Noveau products - I bet you’d get a grip of funds then. Ugh!

2. Supermodel Naomi Campbell is bemoaning the fact that she has never been on the cover of UK’s Vogue and it’s been years since she graced the cover of the US version. She’s saying it’s about skin color. I’m saying it’s about C-R-A-Z-Y. Um, Naomi? Boo, it could well be that you’re not gracing covers cause you’se a loose cannon and what not. Nope, I’m not hating. I’m just stating. *Ducking cause I hear she throws a mean cellphone!*

3. What was up with the “Duct Tape Bandit” last week? The dude that robbed a bank with his head completely wrapped in duct tape? I sho’ hope he shaved his head before he taped up. Ooowee!

4. What is up with these crazy DUI stories?? An actor was arrested overseas for DUI…in a golf cart. Not to be outdone, some nut in my hometown got arrested for DUI…on his lawnmower.

5. Um, is it me or does it seem a bit “inhumane” that the Humane Society supposedly gave out M. Vick chew toys at a recent game?

6. Why is it that people in this day and age of getting every detail of a celeb’s life still act surprise when trouble hits that person’s life? Can’t tell you how many bitter comments I’ve heard in regards to Jill Scott’s divorce and the ugly situation with Juanita Bynum. And coming from other women at that! And then you have the nerve to wonder aloud why you’re still alone. Cause Baby, all that bitterness is T-O-X-I-C. You need to call in the Hazmat team. ASAP.

7. And the “FOR-THE-LOVE-OF-GOD-LET-IT-GO” Award….Terry McMillan and her ex, Jonathan Plummer. Plummer is poised to release HIS first book. A cautionary tale of a young man who, unsure of himself, becomes captivated by an older woman from another culture. Father, Father, Father!!

8. Special Dedication to Amy Wine.house, Lind.say Loh.an, Brit.tany Spe.ars, Nic.ole Rit.chie, Par.is Hi.lton and whoever else: “They tried to make me go to rehab but I said No, No, No!”. How sad is it that Winehouse’s life is now (allegedly) imitating art - i.e., her song “Rehab”. I say turn the cameras off of them, let them stew in “ordinary” for a while. I mean, do we really need a blow-by-blow of their day? Can we find a tiny island (I mean really, how big does it need to be to hold their narrow arses?) and drop them there for an unspecified amount of time? Or maybe another planet?

9. Have ya’ll seen this commercial? Why?? Do grown men really sit around singing the virtues of via.gra?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbPD0E9qDUU

10. This clip is DEFINITELY a twist on “Reading is Fundamental”. And um, if you’re accessing this at work, I suggest you plug in your headphones cause the language is RAW.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rN2VqFPNS8w

Here’s a different version - the language is the same so keep the headphones on:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4jembul5ek

11. I’m listening to The Tom Joyner Morning Show and they’re reminiscing about how their parents used to snatch the cover off them in the morning and make them get up. Sybil told the story about how the day her mother was graduating from college, a cousin was over. Her mom got up early, got dressed and headed over to the college to get in line for her degree. The cousin was still asleep in the bed when she left the house. The grandfather, who happened to be the president at the college, made her mother get out of line, run home and make up the bed before she could get her diploma. Now THAT is an ol’ school parent fo’ sho!

12. Ya’ll wanna hear something that cracks me up? I’ve come across at least THREE people who are TRULY bothered by the fact that I’m sitting home, enjoying my “divorce” from corporate America. I mean it REALLY bothers them. I suppose they’d feel better if I was sitting around wringing my hands, moaning “Woe is me! What is I gon’ do??”. How absurd is that? I mean really. What’s it costing you except the start of some frigging ulcers? I might be able to understand it a little better if I was bemoaning the situation or asking them for money. But I haven’t. And guess what? I’d sit in the dark, no electricity at all before I’d go there. Like I chose this path. I didn’t. I do, however know enough to ACCEPT WHAT GOD ALLOWS.

Let’s talk about some thangs that I’m daydreaming about, some thangs that I’m anticipating.

First up: THIS is calling my name…and I find myself virtually unable to resist. It’s going to be my “back-to-work” shoe. OK, let me tell the truth - it’s gonna be mine as soon as things settle down around here. Ain’t no need for me to lie.

Second: Yummy!

Now I just need to find the “birthday” shoe.

Third: I.CAN’T.WAIT.

Fourth: Don’t get it twisted - she’s not “NEW”, nor is she “LOST & FOUND” - like the Intro says, “I’ve been here all the time”. Check out some of her other CDs. “LOST & FOUND” is her frist on a major label. Don’t sleep on it. And if she’s EVER in your area, you need to RUN to a show. For real. Her single, “Alright” is getting some radio time these days.

Fifth/Sixth: Some more poetry from two of my favorite poets. Sistahs, don’t make me put ya’ll on blast. I will. In the name of Love. And poetry. :::arms crossed, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised, head slightly cocked to the side, tapping right foot to the music in my head:::

Seventh: Finishing the first draft of MY first novel. Yeah, yeah, yeah - I know. “Pot calling the kettle black”. “Writer calling the poet trifling”. LOL I do have the benefit of saying I am “new” at this. Neither of you lovely ladies can say that. Ha! I’m just saying…how long must the world wait Ladies? Tomorrow isn’t promised. (Ok, that might be construed as overkill. Did it get you moving? Then that’s all that matters. *snicker*)

Eighth-Tenth: I.cant.even.tell.it. I have no words. None that I want to share publicly anyway. I am, however, wearing a smile that might bear pieces of your name. *Might*

Happy Friday!