tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10532910072906160542024-03-13T08:21:24.093-04:00Still...Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-37037612950136867572010-06-14T18:23:00.005-04:002010-06-14T19:10:06.890-04:0095 Degree Days, 8 Months Preggo and Zero Patience.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/TBa2ZTTVRVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EH6dKSP4ABI/s1600/preggobello.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482770142164501842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/TBa2ZTTVRVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EH6dKSP4ABI/s320/preggobello.jpg" /></a>It's sweltering in Atlanta. It's been 95 plus degrees for days now. Ugh. And I think the last time I was on here, I was preggers, was it back in January. So you know now, I'm about ready to pop, 70 degrees is extra warm for me. <div><div><br /><div>I'm a horrible excuse for a blogger, LOL, I know this. But mind you, I never called myself a blogger. I'm just a young lady, who loves to write, who happens to keep a blog- of sorts... LOL.</div><br /><div>Static on the homefront. We won't discuss it. We'll just hope and work towards an amiable solution and keep it moving onwards and upwards right fam? Still, it has me ready to blast <em>Ready To Die</em> and break every piece of glass and ceramic in our lovely ranch home here on the Eastside.</div><br /><div>So the baby's name: Tiffani. Hubby decided on it, I chose to end it with an 'i'. He says that Tiffan[y]/[i] is a good, strong, "normal" name. And because I threw the 'Ka' on the front of Kamaia's name, which he always disagreed with ("You just <em>had</em> to make it ghetto..."), I figured I owed him this lil' piece. LOL. So Tiffani Blake is coming in less than a month to join her big sis Kamaia Brodie.</div><br /><div>Other than that, I've been steady mobbin'. Still doing some work for <a href="http://ozonemagazine.com/">Ozone</a> under my dude <a href="http://writersblockmedia.net/">Randy</a>, writing for <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.soultrain.com">Soul Train </a>under the homie <a href="http://www.quiaquerisma.com/1/">Quia</a>. Picked up posting a bit for a vet, Branden Peters over at <a href="http://kuhvet.com/">Kuhvet</a>. My writing is coming along- finally. Now for the rest of life...</div></div></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-73480911918767892822010-01-28T20:28:00.005-05:002010-01-28T21:31:55.985-05:00Touching Base...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/S2I7W8SwU0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/LyzNFklXujk/s1600-h/372.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431969365890192194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/S2I7W8SwU0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/LyzNFklXujk/s320/372.JPG" /></a>I don't really even have an excuse for my ridiculous absence this time. I mean, your girl's been going in, working and writing pretty frequently but I could've dropped by even if only for a sentence or two... :o/ So for those actions (or lack of) I offer my deepest apologies. *grin* Now that that's squared away...<br /><br />Instead of the big wedding smack dab in the middle of the recession, we (J and I) decided to go to City Hall in NY and do it that way. It was all his idea.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzXDnNai-UH6wrKyB--MYOoaISknsZY88aiwDyGRyIDEga0pYnJ6JsmUqsH5YG5ZRldmoOpLiyXlb7emlU94w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>He figured it would be the closest thing to special we can afford to do right now. "I know you never saw yourself getting married anywhere but home." That's what he said to me, before I melted. So sweet right? Well, due to the force of the universe (honestly, so much bad shit was happening), we missed our flight and we only had that day that we were flying up to pick up the marriage license in Brooklyn. We still managed to have a decent time, despite J getting aggy once or twice an hour, over the ruined nuptials. We still had an alright trip. We stayed in a hotel, like a block outta Times Square. We visited my family. He took tourist pics. LOL. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431969360072134962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/S2I7Wmnn0TI/AAAAAAAAAio/9eMn2N98FJY/s320/390.JPG" /><br /><br />Keiko's doing great in Pre-K. She was Student of the Month in December. She turned in a lost dollar in her classroom and was recognized for her Random Act of Kindness by the principal on the school's TV channel. LOL. You know she was feeling herself. BTW, her principal doesn't speak very well to be a principal. And I always catch her giving me the side eye, WTF is that about? Maybe because I look so young. *shrugs*<br /><br />Anyways, it's not an accent type thing or a speech impediment either- trust me. I know the difference between thick accents, stutters, and plain ol' terrible pronounciation and diction.<br /><br />She called out the names of all the kids who won a spot in the Pre-K lottery last year and nearly fucked up every one of 'em. I mean, I know some of us can create some funky names for our kids but it was like, she wasn't even following the age old rule of "sounding it out". Everybody's name wasn't extra, there were a couple of 'Bob' type names in there. LOL.<br /><br />I'm leaving with this. I'll be back in a jiff though...<br /><br />-NadineNadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-11647695427973669762009-08-24T03:34:00.003-04:002009-08-24T03:40:12.406-04:00"Even if I Gotta Do it on My Own..."<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SpJDP5c-t4I/AAAAAAAAAic/qtynvwTkZrY/s1600-h/mandhrandom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373431245805893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SpJDP5c-t4I/AAAAAAAAAic/qtynvwTkZrY/s320/mandhrandom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>My theme song of the week. Currently feeling like, I'm going in. The people around me don't agree, but I'm not into the bullshit drama and I'm not apologizing for my behaviour. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epN1vKBJq9s">Nipsey and Drake </a>feel me.</div><div> </div><div> </div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-445971293843218582009-08-22T20:14:00.004-04:002009-08-22T20:23:47.611-04:00Should be Embarrassed...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SpCLwmqVaWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RhN3UCJW2fs/s1600-h/Ice-Cream-Paint-Job.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372948022581094754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SpCLwmqVaWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RhN3UCJW2fs/s320/Ice-Cream-Paint-Job.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>My Twitter friend, <a href="http://www.brokencool.com/">broken cool</a> (who has a dope site BTW, y'all should check it out) does this series of posts: Silly Shit in His I-Pod or something like that. LOL. And I just thought of one in mine... </div><br /><div></div><div>That <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yfArN-e2OU">"Ice Cream Paint Job"</a>?!? Bangin'! LOL. And the lil' dude is talking about absolutely nothing. I had to stop posting and look his name up just now, Dorrough- from Texas of course. That just tells you how random my promotion of this track really is. </div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-58576481261666209222009-08-22T19:35:00.006-04:002009-08-22T20:26:38.202-04:00Just a Few Words...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SpCGQpnnKBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NZylQDAMRcI/s1600-h/lordwillin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941976061028370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SpCGQpnnKBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NZylQDAMRcI/s320/lordwillin.jpg" border="0" /></a>Okay, so I'm sitting here, going back and forth about whether or not I should post anything. There's not really much on my mind that you guys would care about anyway, besides my ongoing grind season or as Joc would say: my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=360bpGN1h8I">"grind flu"</a>. *snicker*<br /><div></div><br /><div>But in my last post, I did say that I would be better about this. <em>And</em> <a href="http://writersblockmedia.net/">R.E.</a> chastised me in the Comments section, so I feel like I pretty much HAVE to. LOL. </div><br /><div>My baby's gone for the weekend, spending the night at Grandma's, and I don't have a damn thing planned besides chores. Someone needs to hit their homie with some free tickets to <em>some</em>thing... LOL. But at least, I can listen to some new music and maybe write a bit. </div><br /><div>This writing thing is actually taking off, I think. Finally! Damn. *grin* </div><div>I mean, maybe I'm just going harder than before, but I swear, by next summer, I'm gonna have it working for me. Lord willin'.</div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-52660941439949848042009-08-09T11:29:00.007-04:002009-08-09T12:30:15.636-04:00I'm A Jerk... I Know...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367997526864683474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/Sn71T0_x4dI/AAAAAAAAAh8/M9VnHY1HEpE/s320/new-boyz-youe28099re-a-jerk-lyrics.jpg" border="0" /><br />Damn. I ain't mean to leave y'all hanging... :o) Trust me. It's all love. It's just that since that last post, I've been busy as hell, <a href="http://www.rollingout.com/v2/music/080509/carlitta_durand.php">writing like crazy</a>, <a href="http://hiphopblog.com/home/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=994&Itemid=90&catid=24">rebuilding this portfolio</a>, hearing tons of new music and trying to network. Not to mention, I got a new 9 to 5 and they are pretty liberal with the website blocks. :o(<br /><br />This summer's been a hectic and tragic one pretty much all the way through huh? I'ma do my personal rundown:<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367997521158080482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/Sn71TfvOB-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gQDnKrWuUbU/s320/michael-jackson-thriller.jpg" border="0" /><br />1. Michael Jackson's Passing: Very sad, feels like your cousin died. Because despite all the strangeness that followed MJ, he really WAS the greatest entertainer, IMO (and a lot of other people's), who lived. And I feel like, it's a shame that my kid will never know the power of that "MoonWalker" flick (we watched that VHS RELIGIOUSLY in grade school). :o)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367997525987149090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/Sn71TxujxSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/PGqH8UGbV_g/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /><br />2. VIBE Folded: I was SICK. I'd wanted to write for VIBE since I was a young teenager- never got the opportunity. I got really close though. LOL. I'd been reading it even before then, starting with the Treach issue, cover to cover. In its later years, it wasn't what it had been, but it was STILL the best "urban" magazine at news stands. :o(<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367998693847176418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/Sn72XwWFlOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/q-DUK7u4XmE/s320/steve_mcnair_wife_picture-1056.jpg" border="0" /><br />3. Steve McNair's Murder by Mistress: SMDH. I feel for that man's kids. From what I understand, he was a good hearted dude, he was charitable and kind, and good as hell at football. It's bad because now, in death, his image is tarnished (in a sense).<br />He handled the situation badly, and his kids without a Daddy because: a. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants and stay home, and b. He wasn't been smarter about it, and more discreet. He was tricking on this young girl HEAVY, and she was in love, she had already told the fam that they were getting married, and I think I heard that he'd MET the family. Why do that if y'all are just f*cking? Now she's pissed because you're not leaving your wife and kids, and you fall ASLEEP over there? Just a REALLY sad situation. </p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367997522729078306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/Sn71TllxjiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/8z_0t60BsiU/s320/0114kelis_article.jpg" border="0" /><br />4. Kelis and Nas's Divorce: LOL. He tried to be cute and say he wasn't paying for shit, she got him for CRAZY moola. I thought they would be together forever, quite honestly *shrugs* Call me a romantic... It sucks, because they've had a baby born into the drama.<br />*Note: I'm not condoning gold digging by any means, but if your estranged wife is very much preggo, and you're no where to be found AND you're acting like it's too much to act like you give a f*ck, then yeah... She has the right to tax your ass.<br /><br />There's more but I don't wanna talk y'all to death so I'm leaving it here...<br />But if I'm ever gone for a minute and you happen to find yourself missing me ;o)...<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/MadFreshDaily">I'm on Twitter</a> of course, and <a href="http://writersblockmedia.net/">R.E.'s</a> is another good spot to go visit, he's funny and he's always on that new ish. </p>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-42437732515468974162009-05-03T13:50:00.007-04:002009-05-05T14:39:33.233-04:00Who I Saw Last Night...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331665072955943058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/Sf3hIq7laJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/EUg3tRJmpyE/s320/%3D_utf-8_B_QWxyZWFkeSBjcm93ZGVkIGF0IERyYWtlIFNob3cuanBn_%3D-774974.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Photo courtesy of <a href="http://mauricegarland.blogspot.com/">Maurice Garland</a>.<br /><br />So your girl finally went to the Drake concert. Good deal right? Umm... It was okay. General admission and the show started at ten, so by the time I got to the city from Lithonia, it was just after 9 p.m.. The line wrapped around the building, with what seemed to be all of the AU Center, current students and alumni. A lot of young girls. I'd go as far to say, more than half the audience were females. In dresses and heels. Not your typical rap show. Just before stepping inside, I noticed that my damn camera didn't have batteries. Aargh!<br /><br />The opener <a href="http://www.myspace.com/mcdanny">Danny!</a> got booed relentlessly then got sensitive about it. Took it personal and let the young kids see him sweat. SMH. <a href="http://www.myspace.com/jaspects">Jaspects</a> were up next and they did very well. I dig them, definitely. The crowd, males(!) and females, surged and chanted, "WE WANT DRAKE!" for a while. He came out, girls shrieked. I felt old as fuck. And hot. LOL.<br /><br />From what I understand Usher was brought out onstage, for like, 5 seconds (went to the bar and missed him, LOL). Eric Sermon, of EPMD and Def Squad, was there. Teyana Taylor came out on stage at the show's end. Trey Songz was there, of course (his cute self). Would've gone to the afterparty but... *shrugs*. <br /><br /></p><p>Video courtesy of <a href="http://smokingsection.uproxx.com/TSS/">Smoking Section</a>.</p><p></p><br /><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4463529&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4463529&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/4463529">Drake - "Successful" (Featuring Trey Songz)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user910763">The Smoking Section</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-63899411065932909122009-05-03T13:46:00.002-04:002009-05-03T13:50:00.996-04:00Nice To Look At...<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4424931&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4424931&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/4424931">Malice Video Blog 1</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1682226">Malice of the Clipse</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br />I told y'all about the boy Malice a little while ago. Love his lyricism. And his nasally voice. Cocoa skin... Bright eyes... LOL. You guys get the idea. Seemed even sexier after I saw this video. SMDH.Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-85008438803280414302009-04-28T00:03:00.002-04:002009-04-28T00:06:10.569-04:00Something Nice to Look At...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SfaAi5WKUII/AAAAAAAAAhU/FP_pMnmyQyQ/s1600-h/66778102ee2.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329588546037239938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SfaAi5WKUII/AAAAAAAAAhU/FP_pMnmyQyQ/s320/66778102ee2.png" border="0" /></a> Damn. Am I the only one who noticed that this dude was fine from the get-go in the New York series on VH1?!? LOL. And I don't even mess with Uptown cats like that... He has a nice kick collection also...Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-620632860407788482009-04-16T22:34:00.003-04:002009-04-17T00:21:50.042-04:00Catch Up...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SegDf0lwFaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Zpdszq_Ms-o/s1600-h/pen-paper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325510404593423778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SegDf0lwFaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Zpdszq_Ms-o/s320/pen-paper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>LOL. I'm fucking up huh? I know, I know... I'll try to do better. I just did a catch-up post but so much has happened in the last month, personally. I've been writing a lot more, when editors around the city told me I wasn't decent, and "where the fuck did [I] go to school?" I'm good now. LOL. I knew I wasn't crazy! Contributing to Thank God I'm Famous, under Sickamore. Looking to get my hands into something else in addition. I'm hella excited though, sheesh, finally, at age 26. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Keiko got into Pre-Kindergarten for the FREE FREE! (grin) I'm excited for her. Her daddy is sad about it. He feels like she has the rest of her life for all that. She's too smart to be kicking it with the babies at daycare though. She's ecstatic- can't wait for August. In GA, they have a lottery for every zone school, so out of like, 60 4-year-olds they only pick 20 names out of a decorated box! I coulda fell the fuck out, right there, in the school library when they called her name. It's not that we couldn't have put her in a private Pre-K but I think it was the build up and the amazing fact that my little baby is actually going to <em>school</em>... WTH? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As a sidenote, your girl is off to the Drake concert out here in two weeks! And as a sidenote to the sidenote, LOL, <a href="http://tiny.cc/thenewkids">here's an editorial </a>I wrote relating to that Young Man. Hit the link.</div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-19828217122114921922009-03-10T20:48:00.003-04:002009-03-10T21:47:53.934-04:00Catch Up.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SbcN-EFhZhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_pLGeh7d8fo/s1600-h/african-wedding-300x199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311729645406742034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SbcN-EFhZhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_pLGeh7d8fo/s320/african-wedding-300x199.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I just checked my blog today to see how long it's been since I last posted. Wow. Two weeks huh? Okay. But look, I've got great excuses: Time with the boyfriend. Time with Keiko. Making connections on Twitter. Figuring out a game plan as far as writing, getting back in school, and copping another FT. (No more serving as a gig, if I can help it.) Umm, oh yeah, and planning a wedding. LOL. Yes. Your homie is engaged. I'm excited. It was like, I had to take some time a few months ago, to make sure that things were right and I wouldn't be effing up my life or anyone else's. Once I found that he was willing to be That Guy Through Anything, I was good. And now we're good. So he proposed. And we're engaged. Holla. </div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-62753656879097141512009-02-23T02:59:00.003-05:002009-02-23T03:09:52.164-05:00On Repeat This Evening: Shit Popped Off- Dr.Dre ft. T.I.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/CTijtpE6g70"><embed height="'350'" width="'425'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://youtube.com/v/CTijtpE6g70'/"></embed></object></p><p>Well, this track has been floating around on the Internets for about three days now. ZShare's been acting like a bitch on the laptop, so I ended up having to cop it elsewhere tonight after checking <a href="http://nahright.com/news/2009/02/19/ti-shit-popped-off-dj/">NahRight</a>. It's one of two songs Tip's on with Dre on the boards. The other one is called <a href="http://nahright.com/news/2009/02/19/dr-dre-feat-ti-nas-topless/">"Topless" w/ Nas (!) </a>and he actually rides that beat REALLY well, for it to be SOOO West Coast. Anyways, I'm gone. Enjoy.</p></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-41494150163221866452009-02-18T21:41:00.005-05:002009-02-18T23:14:50.425-05:00Catch Up!So in the time that I've been gone, I've become addicted to <a href="http://danyelliott.podomatic.com/">danyelliott's podcasts </a>every week. The brainchild of married couple Danyel Smith and Elliott Wilson, (professionals in this Journalism thing of ours) it's an hour-long podcast where they talk about whatever they feel like talking about with a bit of <a href="http://twitter.com/">Twitter</a> talk mixed in. I love how they go back and forth and Dani calls Elliott out on his cursing, it's cute and entertaining.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352741737904898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SZzYtwaoOwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ONxIsUW8Dsc/s320/Picture+342.jpg" border="0" />Keiko got her Chuck E. Cheese birthday party, Dora cake and all. And all of her guests showed up late as hell on that CP time. She had fun nonetheless, so we were happy.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304353984274785106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SZzZ2FOgY1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/izqIPwKTzlk/s320/Picture+373.jpg" border="0" />I turned 26 a week and a half later and had an awesome time in the city. One of my best friends out here, Rasheed, organized the evening. We started off in Midtown at a lounge, moved it to the "boys club" (Yay!), then capped it off at Landmark Diner by GA State. I was the only one that recognized <a href="http://southernstyledjs.blogspot.com/">DJ Jelly</a>! Been down here long enough right? </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304353982595661570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SZzZ1--K_wI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OFw3HVZAyRY/s320/Picture+380.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>Oh and before I forget, Jarvis has been a bit more willing to get into what I like, so I finally pulled him into coming out to <a href="http://brokeandboujee.ning.com/">Broke and Boujee</a> with me last week. BnB is a monthly party out here that some people would categorize as a "hipster" gathering, LOL. I don't necessarily know how much truth there is in that, because I think the definition itself is a box. </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352738325550866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SZzYtjtD1xI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mZxRQcucTnM/s320/219332474.jpg" border="0" />It's like, I've had issues with defining myself, until fairly recently when I accepted what I've always known: I'm everywhere and nowhere, so to speak. I'm not all the way hipster, but I'm not all the way "normal". I rock Tims, but not Rocawear (at least not all day), I'd rather Married to the Mob. I like heels but I'd prefer Supras and Nikeys. Am I weird? Yes. And that's straight. 'Cause the <a href="mailto:nigg@">nigg@</a> coming around. He said he had a great time (although he felt like the only "normal cat" in there. LOL.). Shout to <a href="http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/make_love_not_war_fadia_kader_brings_a_piece_of_palestine_to_the_party/Content?oid=690996">Fadia</a>, she's a damn mastermind. And <a href="http://www.hannibalmatthews.com/">Hannibal's</a> a beast behind the cam. Made us look like we were in the comics.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304356283456899170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SZzb76WPSGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3vj4yAXxblc/s320/219332642.jpg" border="0" /></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-20588603462737616112009-02-18T21:12:00.002-05:002009-02-18T21:36:46.334-05:00My Newest Obsession: Drake "So Far Gone"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9MeHOMMEH8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9MeHOMMEH8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />So I see the Internets <em>will</em> force me into obtaining extra storage, between Charles Hamilton's ever-growing encyclopedia of mixtapes (Every. Fucking. Week.) and everyone else's loose tracks here and there... Sheesh. LOL. I'm happy about the influx of dope ish though, at the very top of '09. Including Drake's newest mixtape <a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/5557056704f4d392/">"So Far Gone"</a> . I got my link from <a href="http://writersblockmedia.net/">Randy's</a>. The YouTube clip is of one my favorites on there: "Successful". That hook <em>is</em> me. Holla.Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-39895119629398519942009-01-27T15:17:00.001-05:002009-01-27T15:17:48.467-05:00What I'm Currently Obsessed With (Pt. II): Charles Hamilton- Windows Media Player<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/gN0_hzdOmDA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gN0_hzdOmDA'/></object></p><p>The beat on this is smart. The first time I actually paid attention to this cat was a couple months ago when he actually came down to the A, for studio sessions. He got on Greg Street's show and went on and on about blogging and Myspace being his primary marketing outlet. I guess he wasn't playing (smile). </p></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-15758876995730062002009-01-27T15:12:00.004-05:002009-01-27T15:52:32.608-05:00What I'm Currently Obsessed With: Charles Hamilton - Theories Of Wine<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PZPF0wDEpA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PZPF0wDEpA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p> </p><p>So I downloaded a <a href="http://smokingsection.uproxx.com/TSS/?p=22929">Charles mixtape</a> a couple weeks ago from <a href="http://smokingsection.uproxx.com/TSS">The Smoking Section</a>, and once I gave it a full listen, I decided that this was one of my favorite songs. I dunno. I can't really get with the Sonic tip he's on (loved the game as a kid, don't know about rocking the screen tees), but no one can deny that this kid <em>spits</em>. LOL. </p></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-80810866739466370022009-01-15T13:20:00.003-05:002009-01-15T13:55:40.369-05:00The Gap Between Us and Our Baby.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SW-GiXGqXfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AL1Nam-da8g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291596012059254258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SW-GiXGqXfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AL1Nam-da8g/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a>In 2004, when I was 21, I took one of those digital pregnancy tests & discovered that for the 1st time ever there was a baby growing inside of me. J. and I weren't necessarily official then, but we were best friends who figured we could make it work. Our little girl is 4 yrs old in 6 days & I'm almost freaking the fuck out. LOL.<br /><br />Music stimulated her in the womb, but even then she was crazy particular. She loved John Legend (still does); I'd put it on in the car & she'd dance around in there. This was before he officially dropped, I had the audio of him performing at the Knitting Factory that year from a PR friend. She has perfect pitch when she sings Jazmin Sullivan, or anyone else for that matter. Keiko can hear a song two times and remember the words, she can listen to half a song and catch the melody. She gets down to Colin Munroe and Black Milk with her mommy.<br /><br />We figured being young parents, we'd be able to relate to her better than my parents related to me. But I've recently begun to realize that eventually the gap <em>will</em> widen, especially as she gets deeper into discovering her own personality. Who <em>she</em> is... I'll always be aware of what the youth is "into" because that's how I hope to make my living, but I'm not always gonna <em>feel</em> her on what she's into. Gush about Biggie, Pac or even some living rappers to kids today and you're an "old fogie". Damn, I'm like, 25. But that's the cycle right? At a certain point we're all "old fogies" but 1994 doesn't seem like that long ago (pout)!<br /><br />In 10 years, when & if Soulja Boy becomes the tycoon (i.e. 50 Cent, Puffy) that <a href="http://tycooning101.wordpress.com/2008/06/20/tycoon-in-the-making-soulja-boy/">these folk are touting him as</a>, my baby will be a high school freshman that views Jay as retro. In the car the other day, she told me to "turn the radio loud" when "Kiss Me Through the Phone" came on. And commenced to singing through the refrains & humming through the raps, doing a little diddy-bop with her head & shoulders.Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-20819717762348200562009-01-14T22:39:00.004-05:002009-01-14T23:01:11.996-05:00My Newest Obsession: Joe Budden TV<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,00,0" width="480" height="393"><param name="movie" value="http://www.vladtv.com/embed/2984/?file=joe-budden-airs-out-dudes-hollaring-at-his-girl-on-myspace&image=2984&watermark=1&mediaKeywords=Celebrities&mediaTitle=Joe Budden AIRS OUT Dudes HOLLARING At His GIRL on MYSPACE"><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="menu" value="false" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /><embed src="http://www.vladtv.com/embed/2984/?file=joe-budden-airs-out-dudes-hollaring-at-his-girl-on-myspace&image=2984&watermark=1&mediaKeywords=Celebrities&mediaTitle=Joe Budden AIRS OUT Dudes HOLLARING At His GIRL on MYSPACE" width="480" height="393" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" menu="false" allowScriptAccess="all" allowNetworking="all"></embed></object><br />Joey Budden is one of the funniest rappers since Redman. LOL. I effin' swear. I liked him since the Clue tapes he debuted on in the late 90s, but forgot about him just as quickly with "Pump It Up" (which the boyfriend reminded me of two days ago). Was back in love with him after "Who" this past summer. Lately I've been on him and Joe Budden TV tough. And although I can't relate to dudes watching his videos for his sidekick/ girl Tahira's ass, I find modest pleasure in the delight they share with each other, even in talking about absolutely nothing (smile).Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-44678416428163269662009-01-08T18:53:00.002-05:002009-01-08T19:02:04.216-05:00"Damn- Things Done Changed..."<object width="400" height="267"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2460926&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2460926&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/2460926">A Message from the Brooklyn Tourism Board</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/jrosenthal">jeff</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br />What in the hell man? I left Brooklyn ten years ago (at the end of January); everytime I go back it's a little different but I can still make my way around. It's still home. I say all that to say this: I don't remember too many of <em>these</em> mofos coming through my block. LOL. Another crazy vid from <a href="http://itsthereal.com/">It's The Real</a>. Saw this over at <a href="http://www.brwndrby.com/blog/">Brown Derby</a> earlier. Title of this post, compliments of Biggie (wink).Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-66831410402998454482009-01-08T18:32:00.004-05:002009-01-27T15:54:34.770-05:00My Newest Obsession: Colin Munroe Feat. Joell Ortiz "Piano Lessons" Vid.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQ4f5jmsx_Q&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQ4f5jmsx_Q&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><p>Shout to <a href="http://www.brwndrby.com/blog/">KJ the Great </a>for reminding me to download Colin's mixtape last month. Thanks homie. And shout to <a href="http://writersblockmedia.net/2008/12/05/i-should-have-put-this-up-earlier/">Randy Exclusive</a> for putting it out there. The whole mix is crazy, on some different ish. Eclectic, 1980s, alt-rock, poppy, with ballsy features from up and coming hip hop artists mixed in (I love you Mickey Factz! AND your Supras! LOL.). "Cannonball" remains one of my favorites. Peep it. </p>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-52191065066450354572008-12-27T01:50:00.005-05:002008-12-27T02:51:17.198-05:00The Perfect Christmas Eve.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SVXahV9MHCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6yQQUtU_B4U/s1600-h/Picture+318.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284370004153474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SVXahV9MHCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6yQQUtU_B4U/s400/Picture+318.jpg" border="0" /></a>This past Wednesday, Christmas Eve, Keiko and I spent the night at her Daddy/the ex(?)/boyfriend's house (that was <em>our</em> house two months ago). It was a good couple of days. We talked over Hen, Chinese food, and Pop Secret. Keiko acted a damn fool. LOL. We ate, then drank, got drunk, he and his sister got hilarious, then solemn. He ended up understanding my reasoning behind "the break", by Christmas Day. Funny, for as long as we've known each other (seven years), stuff keeps coming... It just seems like we would've knocked all of that out by now. But I'm learning that that's not how it works...<br /><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284370001944259538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SVXahNueK9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/y2RA2651kUc/s400/Picture+319.jpg" border="0" />Keiko got sooo much crap that she'll probably play with for a couple weeks and retire. Then revisit. </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284367151272822434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SVXX7SJcBqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/OvVhbmIqGNE/s400/Picture+321.jpg" border="0" />I got a dope ass Hellz Bellz jacket. And my boyfriend back.</div><div> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284367163557926210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SVXX7_6b1UI/AAAAAAAAAfk/F07uzoo3jbU/s400/Picture+322.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-46906854220511059922008-12-18T16:03:00.002-05:002008-12-18T16:21:48.002-05:00My Newest Obsession: Clipse "Road Till the Casket Drops"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SUq-vuYXIAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/XW9Cciqx1qA/s1600-h/l_f963ab2c54e1e586941f3d70c8ee0daa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281243240158666754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__SHtdhSj1hc/SUq-vuYXIAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/XW9Cciqx1qA/s400/l_f963ab2c54e1e586941f3d70c8ee0daa.jpg" border="0" /></a>Okay, so I <em>really</em> wanted to name this post "Nigg@ I'm Obsessed With" (Malice, the one in the front, is like, one of the finest muh fuckers in the rap game! Ooh. I've always thought that.), but dudes read this blog sometimes and I figured I should provide something that would interest them as well. LOL. I've been loving the Clipse since the start, my homie calls them the "ultimate shit talkers". You gotta love 'em though. <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dxtpmzjnxch">Here's the newest mix </a>from these dudes. All the true fans already have this downloaded.Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-44209140529079221072008-12-15T02:13:00.003-05:002008-12-15T02:41:14.396-05:00My Newest Obsession: Colin Munroe ft. Drake - Cannonball<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBVUv0D8WXc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBVUv0D8WXc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p></p><p>Heard this on <a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/52565798c0f6aa08/">the newest Drake mix </a>that I downloaded the other day. I don't really know why I like this song, but I can't get it out of my head (smile). He's from Toronto too, and defines his genre as Alternative Pop, but he gets respect from the rappers (just like Mr. Mayer). He blew up when he dropped his version of "Flashing Lights" in January of this year. Here's some more info for him at <a href="http://www.vibe.com/news/news_headlines/2008/11/colin_munroe_mixtape_tour/">Vibe</a>. </p></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-3475950422593991432008-12-14T05:40:00.006-05:002008-12-14T06:10:42.537-05:00Pseudo-Nivea Ass.<embed width="448" height="365" src="http://www.spike.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2787585"> </embed><p>So, tonight as I was riding up I-85 from Buckhead, my beloved Maxima overheated. I'd been working since 10 a.m. and ended up stranded on the highway at 3:30 a.m.. I'm pretty resourceful, and my dad's a mechanic so, I grabbed my flashlight and a jug of water from the trunk and did the radiator thing. Then my fucking battery died. I HAD to laugh and shake my head. I called for help & once help arrived & all was situated, I checked my cell out of habit & saw that my homie D. called & apparently left a text AND a voice message. This was odd, because we never speak after a certain time. Anyways, I read the text and it reads verbatim: "Don't fuckin call my man anymore Bitch!!!!!!!" Yes, with all the exclamation points and everything. LMAO.<br /><br />Y'all already know the state of mind I'm currently in: just left my kid's dad because I felt like I was being resented. Once I left, I found that a lot of my reasons for leaving were because of my inner need to accomplish certain things. These were feelings that I'd actually projected onto him. I need to understand me and why I can be really hard on myself a lot of times. So far, in doing this, I've found that my relationship with my mom is a major factor. Working on that. I'm also thinking of going a different direction with the "9-5", as well as starting to take the initiative (yet again) to carry out my ideal goal of writing for a living. In general, I've been trying to be more positive minded and stick to my decision to leave the love of my life in hopes that I'll find myself (corny right?) and find him again. I know he's dealing with new chicks for the physical, but I don't have any desire to date right now. And I'm fine with that.<br /><br />So imagine my surprise at the gall of this girl. I text: "Who's this?" but I'm thinking, "D. gotta be fucking with me. He just told me the whole situation with this girl the other day." Apparently ol' girl stayed the night a couple weeks ago and went through his phone when he was asleep. Texts were sent, voice messages were left, chaos ensued. LOL. So she answered: "D's girlfriend!!!" I was so shocked, but the words came so easy: "Oh. YOU the crazy one he told me about... LOL. You funny. And if D. wasn't my homie and that alone, I'd locate you and bust your head open for calling me out my name. Talk to your man, you fucking bird, while you're texting me @ 3 a.m." With all the real shit I'm going through, I almost cried laughing! I really coulda crushed her world too, and told her, her whole background as described by D. himself. If she only knew how that dude talks about her- AND the rest of 'em.</p>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053291007290616054.post-41856738060002259702008-12-11T03:37:00.001-05:002008-12-11T03:37:47.408-05:00My New Obsession: Frankie Valli /The Four Seasons - Beggin' (Pilooski re-edit)<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/rvjRNYqV4ds' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rvjRNYqV4ds'/></object></p><p>What the hell is it with these U.K. experimental cuts making their way into U.S. commercials? I love it! This is the joint from the Adidas Originals commercial with Jeezy, DMC, Red, Meth, Missy and Estelle. "Beggin'" originally was a mid-1960s hit by American group Frank Valli and the Four Seasons (LOL @ the "Four Seasons". How corny!), but the Pilooski cat remixed it last year. His Myspace reads "Italian Pop/ Psychedelic", but it also claims Paris as his home. *shrugs shoulders* Eh, whatever. This is dope. </p></div>Nadine G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11116343185533670374noreply@blogger.com0