Martin and Gina

I never thought I'd be sitting here crying while watching one of the most funny shows ever made. But I'm just sitting here wondering, Why did this show ever have to end?

Well I guess we all know why, but I don't want to think about that right now. All I want to do is wallow in my misery. I just got done watching the episode where they broke up over Gina's bad Valentine's gift. Remember that statue of the booty? Martin pretends to like it the night before but around Tommy and Cole he tries to act brand new and teases her about the gift. Gina says Martin's mom has a mustache. Then Martin says Gina's dad's ass is so tight he could back into a brick wall and suck out a brick. Man...good times. Then Gina says something to the affect of that's your ignorant opinion, but your mother's mustache...now that's a fact! Then she snaps her fingers and high-fives Pam.

What surprises me is that this show aired fifteen years ago and I can still recite lines word for word! But alas, all I can do is be sad right now. There hasn't been a show since that can compare! Remember though, right before the show ended there were those strange episodes where Martin and Gina weren't in any scenes together and Martin just looked sad and defeated? Why the hell did they even have to air those miserable episodes? Why?

Martin and Gina...my favorite TV couple ever...hands down. Oooo and yesterday I watched the episode with Ms. Trinidad!! The end scene still gives me chills when Ms. Trinidad tells Martin "I know you want me." and Gina says, "No bitch I want you." HA. And then she takes off her earrings and pulls out her sneakers and vaseline. Timeless.

I feel like a lot of shows with all Black casts these days are so corny and buffooneryish. While Martin had its share of pure foolishness, there's no denying Martin's comedic genius!

Kudos to TV One for bringing good Black shows back. And honorable mention goes to Living Single too. But it can't touch Marty-Mar.

Drake, the phenomenon

This is not, nor will it ever be a blog about celeb gossip. Don't get me wrong, I'm a HUGE celebrity gossip whore, but I just can't be bothered with keeping up with it all enough to report on it. But if there's someone who inspires me, I shall blog.

Case in point, my sis and I had a hilarious conversation about Drake. Well, I didn't get many words in because she was going nuts! I don't have a very strong opinion about Drake. I do happen to like his songs that I hear but I'm sure I would enjoy him more without alllllll the hype surrounding him. So, I was talking (and by talking I mean IM'ing) to my sister who happens to be out of the country at the moment and she asked "Do you know this Drake dude?" I say yes. Since she's not in the US she asks about his buzz. I proceed to tell her what I've heard, including "There hasn't been an artist this impactful since 50 Cent hit the scene." Her rant was hilarious and I shall post it here. Remember these are her views, not mine. But I do find great enjoyment in laughing at this:

my sis: (12:03:17 PM) i'm not a huge fan of heavy use of the N word anyway, but i'm especially bothered by it when drake says it (12:04:16 PM): he's riding a thin line with his high yellow skin and soft wavy "nice" hair that just screams i'm half white
(12:04:48 PM): on top of the fact that i know his background and his parents were divorced when he was 5 and he was raised by his white jewish mother in an upper class jewish neighborhood in canada
(12:05:25 PM): so it rubs me the wrong way to hear how entitled he feels to throwing it around
ME: (12:05:46 PM): lmao...this is still as enjoyable...keep going
(12:06:37 PM): especially in this one song where a few lines later he mentions his jewish aunt and throws out a "mausle tauf" (or however u spell that jewish phrase for congratulations)...its just not okay with
(12:06:38 PM): me
(12:07:10 PM): not to mention there's something about his whole overall image that just doesn't sit well with me
(12:07:19 PM): its all well and fine if u want to be a rapper
(12:08:18 PM): but there's something so counterintuitive about his ridiculously metro sexual pretty boy image
(12:08:21 PM): and background for that matter
(12:08:50 PM): he came off that show degrassi...where if u look at what he looked like then u might just straight up wonder if he was gay...cuz i did
(12:09:02 PM): again, if u wanna be a metrosexual maybe even gay rapper, more power to u
(12:09:03 PM): BUT
(12:09:11 PM): i just can't bring myself to understand what the hype about him is
(12:10:48 PM): it seems to me that if u'd have to be an exceptionally talented somebody to get the world to embrace u in spite of ur high yellow skin, wavy "nice hair, rich jewish background and raising, AND metroxeual as idk what BUT N-word using, hard sounding image and presentation
(12:11:11 PM): and yet...his skills are but mediocre
ME: (12:11:17 PM): haha - ur all riled up again... teehee
(12:11:33 PM): and he's not bringing anything new to the table
(12:12:04 PM): yeah yeah u made it to the top, ur making money, ur getting girls ur living the life in the limelight...so is everybody else and their mother
(12:13:28 PM): u want me to make a big deal out of u inspite of ur less than a turn on of an image, i need u to show me and the rest of the world something different, somethiing that blows our minds cuz its so beyond what we could have expected or imagined
(12:13:43 PM): drake doesn't do that for me, so everyone should stop all this hooplah about him
(12:13:44 PM): that is all
(12:13:51 PM): and yes, i'm annoyed by him all over again

She's very long winded, but her rants (which are frequent) crack me up!

So You Caught Your Partner Cheating...Part One

Never saw or heard of the show Jon and Kate plus 8 until Jon decided to step out on his wife (and mother of his eight kids) with some chick. Now they're plastered all over the web and I can't turn on the TV without hearing something about these two. So it got me to thinking...what would I do if I caught my husband out there with another woman? Would I leave him? The simple answer is NO. But that's based upon knowing very little about the situation. I'd want to ask him: Who is she? How long have you known her? Where'd you meet her? What does she look like? What's her name? Where does she live? How old is she? and on and on and on... But then again knowing all that would just add salt to the wounds. I went back and forth with myself weighing my husband's pros and cons and came up with a list of questions I'd ask myself (or him) if ever faced with infidelity.

#1 - GOTTA KNOW...who was it? Yes it will hurt but dammit I need to know was it just some random chick you met at the bar and you slipped up? Or was it your baby momma and every time you go get your son you two are jumping off? Is it a chick at work because if so you're going to need to put in your two weeks notice ASAP! I need to know in what context you know this person!

#2 - How will us separating effect me financially and physically? We have two kids. Will I be able to afford to live without his paycheck? If the answer is yes, then will I have any type of quality of life without him around to share my load?

#3 - Will this matter in twenty years? Yes the wounds from his cheating will hurt for a very long time and things may never get back to where they were before the betrayal, but twenty years from now will I look back and regret leaving him? If he had sex with my best friend, I probably won't regret it. But if it was a one time thing with a co-worker, after twenty years of making it up to me I think I'll be ok.

#4 - Did you use protection? Either way, I'm going to get checked out. But if the answer is no, they didn't use protection...he'd better duck fast. It makes my stomach hurt just thinking about it!

#5 - Does this one bad erase all the good he's done for me? Really? Or does this one bad just add to the list of bad ish he's done over the years and now I've had enough?

I would HATE to actually be forced with this situation though. Yes, I've been cheated on in past relationships but those were just boyfriends. I'ze married now... changes the game entirely. Hasty decisions just lead to emotionally charged changes that are so unnecessary. Why kick him out if a week later I'm just going to let him back in?

**Part Two will explore the options should you decide to stay. To include: cutting his dick off, not an option. Calling the other female, not an option...

FYI...I'm not well

I just didn't want my blog followers to think I'm slackin' on my pimpin'. I'm just sick as hell!! But I'm halfway on the road to recovery! I guess its just a common cold/ear infection/sinus infection type thing but I don't like the way its draaaaging on all week like this. I hope I'm better to enjoy this nice patch of weather that's supposed to continue on through the weekend :-) Also, my newly designed, fabulous website is just about done and I can't wait for you to see it! I can't believe I'm still up in this state at this hour. My eyes are burning, my nose is running, my throat is on fire.

Until next time,

~K

Oldest biddies in the club...

The night started off ever so lovely. Me and four of my friends went to a spoken word event at a restaurant. Food was great, ambience was funky and soulful, the talent was unparralleled.

**Side bar sign of the times** Three out of the five of us had our phones on the table facebooking/tweeting during the show. I updated my status on FB about something funny my friend at the table said and told her "Go look at my status"...she did. And then she said "Go look at my comment to your status." WTF is wrong with people when instead of saying it to one another and sharing a laugh we must do so online publicly? What kind of self absorbed pseudo celebrity assholes are we?

Anyways...so the show ends and one of my brilliant friends suggests we go to a club around the corner. "It's hood," she says. "But we always make the best of any situation."

We get there and there's a line. From the line I spot about two infractions that tell me this is not somewhere that I should be. #1 - A girl was wearing Timberland's... #2 - A girl was wearing baggy jean capris and high top Converses.

We get inside, the DJ's doing his thing so I'm like - stop being so siddity and enjoy yourself. Until I got frisked... the chick stuck her finger into my shirt, down between my breasts and wiggled all around my boobie area . What you lookin' for... a shank? Get me the eff outta here!! Alright then we had this girl that was dancing by herself kinda behind us. Clearly she was toasted but looked so cute in her button down shirt dress. I even made a comment about it to my girlfriend. Until "She Got a Donk" came on and the bish pulls her dress UP and starts wiggling her ass and dropping it like its hot in her boy short panties. ---->We moved to the other side of the dancefloor after those antics.

That was the exact moment when I felt like we were the oldest biddies in the club. There was a time where I wouldn't have noticed the Timberlands and the Converses. Would've felt comforted by the extensive body search. Would've enjoyed a hearty laugh at the girl hoisting up her dress. (Hell, I might've been the girl hoisting up her dress) But not anymore. All the nonsense just made me wish I was on my couch under a blanket watching HGTV.

1st movie I've wanted to see this year: Precious

Wow...this movie looks great! I almost cried just watching the clip. *Hi Mrs. Nick Cannon* I see your acting skills have been sharpened.

"In Her Mind" by: Renee Daniel Flagler

Last Friday I attended fellow author, Renee Daniel Flagler's dramatized reading of her latest novel "In Her Mind." The reading was sick! It was like a mini play that left the audience salivating for more! I picked up my copy that night and can't wait to read it! Click here to order your copy today!