tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30653782244428574072008-08-20T23:30:53.071-04:00Renaissance Black WomanEb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comBlogger344125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-49567430867789611062008-08-20T11:26:00.008-04:002008-08-20T23:17:21.614-04:00Thought to Ponder : Cell phones X Men and Chocolate City Girls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKrcMz-2RnI/AAAAAAAADAI/f1_kshQhmpE/s1600-h/LG_Voyager+VX10000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKrcMz-2RnI/AAAAAAAADAI/f1_kshQhmpE/s400/LG_Voyager+VX10000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236239629441975922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKrbyOlsilI/AAAAAAAADAA/Uvdf0mBNXpE/s1600-h/BlackBerry-Curve-8330.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKrbyOlsilI/AAAAAAAADAA/Uvdf0mBNXpE/s320/BlackBerry-Curve-8330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236239172727769682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="a12"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mobile phones are the only subject on which men boast about who's got the smallest.</span><br />-Neil Kinnock<br /><br /><br />So I have a business phone and a personal phone... The business phone is the one above on the left... the Blackberry Curve. The personal one... is the one on the right, the LG Voyager. Now very rarely do I indulge in people having both numbers. The couple of people that do have both numbers, I have had to put them in their place (especially my mom who will call one phone and if I don't answer call the other phone... like I don't have both of them with me) on several occasions that they are a personal contact and should not be using my business line. Some times I slip up and give out the wrong number... for instance at an event a guy tries to holla... I have given out the business number on occasion so there is a little over lap but not much. Why for the past 2 weeks someone has been playing on both my damn phones and its really starting to annoy me. Calling from a blocked number... only letting the phone ring once or twice so I don't have time to pick it up and then hangs up. What kinda elementary bull is this. Happening on both my phones... I narrowed it down... The only person and with the timing that it could be is Semipro. One time my phone died when I was out and we were talking so I gave him the other number to call me back on. I know his arse saved it and now he's playing on my damn phone. So I guess he misses me too... but that's some ol' childish ish. Like fo' real though... you can't call and be like "Yo, I was feelin' myself and I'm cool now so let's kick it." Nope.. his ego won't let him do that so instead I gotta have him playing on my damn phone until he grows up...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >~</span><br /></div><br />Sidenote... I had a meeting yesterday at the 4 seasons and guess who was standing at the entrance when I walked in... Suge Knight... I almost choked on the juice I was drinking. He is not big at all in person... I see how ol' boy could have knocked him out.<br /><br />Anywho... it was chocolate city in NYC last night since me and the girls were out painting it red.<br />First we partied with Jon B. go to <a href="http://www.jonesin-eb-style.blogspot.com/">Jonesin'</a> to check out pics and listen to some new music from the original white boy of R&B, and then we went to a Bad Boy party. As you will see from the pics, I really gotta get me some light skinned and caramel complected (I know that ain't a word) friends because me and all this chocolate are just too sweet when we go out...lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2AP7ZS3I/AAAAAAAADBw/pcQ_VHckz58/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2AP7ZS3I/AAAAAAAADBw/pcQ_VHckz58/s400/DSC03355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619844628597618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2JzOU2jI/AAAAAAAADB4/_d3XJ3_Zvaw/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2JzOU2jI/AAAAAAAADB4/_d3XJ3_Zvaw/s400/DSC03366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620008722061874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2ak90q5I/AAAAAAAADCI/lz1cQsArQ3g/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2ak90q5I/AAAAAAAADCI/lz1cQsArQ3g/s400/DSC03373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620296952523666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2vryjthI/AAAAAAAADCQ/kvhEp6_gYwQ/s1600-h/DSC03382.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2vryjthI/AAAAAAAADCQ/kvhEp6_gYwQ/s400/DSC03382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620659561575954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2St4ScwI/AAAAAAAADCA/TO7AZ4jgyRU/s1600-h/DSC03371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKw2St4ScwI/AAAAAAAADCA/TO7AZ4jgyRU/s400/DSC03371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620161906275074" border="0" /></a>Sidenote, she ain't in any of these pics so don't be getting any ideas... but why did ol' drunken girl from last tuesday... who claimed she wasn't going anywhere with me anymore sneak to go out with us last night. Didn't call me at all... was texting my roommate to see where we were going... wasn't even on the list because I didn't put her on there... and still came to the spot we were at... already drunk and high. Why our friends, because I ain't babysitting, left her arse in the club last night... so I don't even know if chick ever made it home.Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-33667310177235076142008-08-18T00:03:00.006-04:002008-08-18T20:12:58.931-04:00Randomness, Randomosity, Randomilicious... OK you get the point!I got water damage on my crackberry last week late at night... and I swear I went into detox and body started having convulsions from my trackball and keypad not working for the rest of that night until I could get to the VZ store the next morning. I really didn't get a good night sleep. So if you have my number and you call me or text me and I reply who is this... don't be acting crazy because I have a new phone and don't have your number... just politely say who it is, I don't need all that banter about oh I ain't good enough to have my number in your phone mess... just hush and I will re-save it now<br /><br />What is up with trannies being the new hit thing in reality TV... everyone is tired of Diddy and his reality shows... so he gets a tranny... and I have to admit... I am rooting for him/her to win...hehehhehehehehehe<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKQpFofOqVI/AAAAAAAAC-g/hZwb5WDL9uY/s1600-h/i-want-to-work-for-diddy-tranny1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKQpFofOqVI/AAAAAAAAC-g/hZwb5WDL9uY/s400/i-want-to-work-for-diddy-tranny1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234353843655846226" border="0" /></a>Then just when everyone is asking why the heck America's Next Top Model is still on... they get them a damn tranny too...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKQpZN8B3RI/AAAAAAAAC-o/SniZs0aHj18/s1600-h/isis-b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKQpZN8B3RI/AAAAAAAAC-o/SniZs0aHj18/s400/isis-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234354180126268690" border="0" /></a>Yes ya'll this is a man... you would've got that wrong if her arse was on Maury Povich... yes sir! It's really starting to get hard out here for a pimp because there ain't no way you could tell this chick ain't really one.<br /><br />Went bowling with my young'n boo on friday... had fun but can I get a real date? I felt like a child molester and felt like people were staring at me like what the heck is this grown ass woman doing with this little boy.<br /><br />This past Saturday was <a href="http://eclectik-relaxation.com/blog/">E</a>'s fantasy football draft<br />1 down... 2 more to go...<br /><br />Every one in the league... I'm telling you now... that your going down!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">After the draft I went to a cook out<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKghmnGajII/AAAAAAAAC_Y/Do4vHlQItpQ/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKghmnGajII/AAAAAAAAC_Y/Do4vHlQItpQ/s400/DSC03340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235471514032835714" border="0" /></a><br />SHOUT OUT TO <a href="http://livinglifeforme.blogspot.com/">DOLLFACE</a> WHO HUNG HEAVY WITH ME ALL DAY!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm bussing arse in spades and ish...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKghzRCBlUI/AAAAAAAAC_g/pce9B1shH5Q/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKghzRCBlUI/AAAAAAAAC_g/pce9B1shH5Q/s400/DSC03346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235471731447141698" border="0" /></a>trying to mind my own bizness and look what I see<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKghU5rOcoI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/bKbpCs_c2m4/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKghU5rOcoI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/bKbpCs_c2m4/s400/DSC03339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235471209781424770" border="0" /></a>Somebody thought they got a deal on some Bebe shorts, too bad the bootleg man can't spell.... heheheheehehehehhehehehehehhehehehehe... whew I was crying off this mess... she had the nerve to be flaunting her ass around the whole day, dancing, dropping down and scraping the floor with it... hilarious... but you know God don't like ugly right...<br /><br />When I left the cookout... My hair dresser had a party... and I dropped down and scraped the floor with it and my jeans ripped...(sorry... I aint take a pic of that...lol) I was too mad... those were some good jeans... they were kinda snug though... I mean I had had them since college and God knows I ain't nowhere near as small as I was in college... so it did take some work to get in them yesterday...<br /><br />I need to lose like 10-12 pounds for real and going to the gym once a week ain't quite working. Birthday month weight... yeah from drinking and eating everything in site for my birthday month (May) I gained about 8 pounds and haven't lost it all summer.<br /><br />Don't tell nobody but I miss Semipro.... And not miss like ya'll thinking... Like if I still wanted the D, I could suck up my pride to call for a booty call... actually no I couldn't... but just talking to him... he made me laugh... I miss our silly conversations, our quirky, sexy code texting that was like our own special language, ugh... caught myself sliding threw his myspace page the other day just to see if anything was new in his life... he had a couple new pics up from his season. His ass looked real good in one shot..I'm addicted to football booties if you didn't already know. I wanted to come threw the computer and smack it. Ugh... why do I like assholes... his coaching season has started so I would be going back to not seeing him for a while anyway, but it's just the damn point...<br /><br />Speaking of myspace... I saw a pic of my ex... like the real ex... the one who we lived together for a year and I thought he was the one ex. With a picture with his new GF and she had an engagement ring on her finger. I wish them the best. We talked about her... he used to call me saying he really loved her and was messing up. Cheating on her and such just like he did me. Then when he wasn't cheating she still accused him of it and wouldn't let him forget. They broke up a couple times. He would call me again. I truly am happy for them...because from the sidelines I saw him grow. He still wasn't mature enough for me... because we will always be in that fresh out of college state of mind with each other... but I do see how he has grown some. So again I am happy for them but you know as a female we still have to hate a lil bit. OMG... the damn ring was so small in the pic it looked like fairy dust that was flying threw the sky and one speckle happened to fall on her hand by mistake right before they clicked the pic.<br /><br />you wanna know what else I learned on myspace<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKTNeIjXAWI/AAAAAAAAC_I/2hbGoI1ov7M/s1600-h/view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKTNeIjXAWI/AAAAAAAAC_I/2hbGoI1ov7M/s400/view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234534584486920546" border="0" /></a>yeah so even the ads know that I ain't got a man to cuddle with when it starts to get cold. I wanted to throw my computer when I logged in and this was the mess I saw...ugh... I know BF season is right around the corner but they aint gotta rub it in and ish<br /><br />I did meet me somebody at the cook out... and he's a country boy so he's smitten already. Gangsta swag with a Masters and thinking about going to law school. My kinda guy! Only 6 feet though... ugh... but a new prospect... yes indeed!<br /><br />HARD KNOCKS IS THE BEST DAMN SHOW ON TV RIGHT NOW AND IF YOU AIN'T WATCHING, YOU'RE A DUMMY WHETHER YOU'RE A COWBOY FAN OR NOT!!! PERIOD!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKRvwsQwQII/AAAAAAAAC-w/oZlQRDZdTtQ/s1600-h/Dallas+Cowboys+Hard+Knocks.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKRvwsQwQII/AAAAAAAAC-w/oZlQRDZdTtQ/s400/Dallas+Cowboys+Hard+Knocks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234431549217194114" border="0" /></a>And I know it's kinda sad... but why can I see myself being <a href="http://video.nbc5i.com/player/?id=282700">Ms. Price</a> like 30 years from now<br /><br />Can you believe the summer is almost over. Fo' real it has already started getting a lil chilly in NYC at night.<br /><br />Due to my post last week... I think I have more blogger friends on facebook than I do real friends now.<br /><br />I got a huge craving for Hibachi... @ The F*&K it List... can we have this blog brunch thingy at Benihana's? Please...<br /><br />I'm job hunting... who wants to hire me?<br /><br />I cant decide which Dallas home game I want to go to this year. I always go to a Chicago game too and I can't decide if I want to do that since I've already been to the Chi twice this year. Thinking about going to ATL when they play the Falcons instead.<br /><br />I love ATL.<br /><br />The city... not the team because the team sucks really bad!<br /><br />Are you ready for some foooooooooottttttbbaaaaaalllllll!!!!<br /><br />Why did I have to defend myself to some dude the other day who tried to play me when I started talking about football. Why can't a chick be knowledgeable about the game and know more than who the cutest players are? He kept throwing cowboys questions at me... back to back to back.. Then finally gave up and was like... well you know the cowboys... your suppose to know your team... but you don't know the game. I almost punched him in the face. Ignant arse.<br /><br />I haven't touched my Nintendo Wii in about a month... another reason I haven't lost any weight<br /><br />I'm ready for a hair change... was thinking about this..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKS1Oyb246I/AAAAAAAAC-4/36D6TSKKTpg/s1600-h/Jhud6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKS1Oyb246I/AAAAAAAAC-4/36D6TSKKTpg/s400/Jhud6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234507932572771234" border="0" /></a>but I don't know how having my hair so close to my head would look on me. I have a little apple head and it may make me look like beetlejuice when they shrunk his head but IDK...<br /><br />Jazmine Sullivan need to bring her arse to NYC for a show!<br /><br />J&R Music Festival is this week... Terrence Howard, JOE, Solange, and others that I don't care to give a shout out to at the moment.<br /><br />I miss male R&B groups (Jodeci, Boyz II Men, Blackstreet, Jagged Edge, Dru Hill, Silk, H-Town... the list goes on)... do we even have any right now? Name one that has a hit on the radio right now... I bet you can't. That's sad! And bet not nunya'll say Pretty Ricky... ugh!<br /><br />Love Jones<br /><br />I want a sight raped hunter to blindly pursue me as his prey (sigh)<br /><br />My happy hour at Covo Tratoria is going down on the 27th so save the date!!!<br /><br />Anybody know what happened to Poca... is she like gone forever... or just taking a break?<br /><br />I need a new blog crush... I have not one to cyber flirt with anymore... I feel deprived<br /><br />My sax player crush at church has not been there the last 3 weeks...<br /><br />Yesterday I got sat next to this creepy man at church. He is always staring at me. Ugh... so I already knew it was gon be some mess... Why he talked me to death the whole service. Had the nerve to tell me I wasn't singing loud enough during praise and worship... Talkin' some... I can't hear you when the Music Director said all the ladies sing... He lucky we was in the house of the Lord. Then you know you always gotta say something to ya neighbor when you welcome the visitors. He hugged me a lil too tight... Then during alter call he made appoint to tell me he was going to Harlem fest... then the end of service wanted to hug goodbye... I oblige and he planted the nastiest wet kiss on my cheek... I threw up in my mouth... ugh!<br /><br />Or maybe I was just overly irritated because Ms. Red came to visit me at like 7 this morn...<br /><br />nah that wasn't it.. his nasty old self was getting fresh in church!<br /><br />I've only watched 1 USA basketball game and I refuse to watch until Wade grows his hair back... period! So ya'll let me know when/if he does...<br /><br />Tupac 2Pac Tupac... Anthony Mackie is playing him in that Biggie movie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKS_HTj10AI/AAAAAAAAC_A/evOS5Qui83I/s1600-h/tupac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKS_HTj10AI/AAAAAAAAC_A/evOS5Qui83I/s400/tupac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234518799141949442" border="0" /></a>I don't know how I feel about that. I mean he's been in some big time movies... but I only remember him in She Hate Me... I mean this is my husband... so he better bring it... the gangsta swag, the super sexy slim chocolate intelligent poetic... did I say sexy? I don't see sexy when I see Anthony Mackie.<br /><br />Maybe I should sell my eggs. I mean I ain't using 'em and I heard them babies are going for big bucks these days.<br /><br />I saw this fine ass cop last week at the Jilly from Philly concert and I keep thinking about him. Dollface kept telling me to make a move... but I didn't. I kinda got this thing about passing on cops after I had that lame date with one on new years. NYC cops just always come off as if they have to overcompensate and usually fall short. But he was fine as all hail. Damn... maybe I shouldn't put all cops in a box... but I don't know though... like Madea... "I dont mess wit no po-po" LOL<br /><br />I added some new people to my blog roll... check em out if you can figure out which ones they are...lol... all good people cuz they my people!<br /><br />OK... I think I'm randomized out! Happy Monday!!!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-26294233749692523322008-08-17T09:41:00.001-04:002008-08-17T09:42:44.911-04:00And the verdict is....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">FACT</span><br /></div><br />Yes everyone, this happened to one of my boys. I swear I was laughing uncontrollably when he told me this story. I really couldn't believe it. My boy really is just too nice... You should see the situation he is in now... SMH... but ol' girl really did accuse us of messing around... That was only the brink though. I remember one time me and my "friend" at the time, him and her went out and we are walking from the event on the street and she gets an attitude and walks ahead of us all mad. For no damn reason. We start laughing about something and she storms back and bops him upside the head in the middle of the street and says, "I know ya'll are back here talking about me." OMG, I was like is she serious. But yes he really did put up with her for years, really did move her in, and for those unfamiliar with NYC apartments, almost every apt has doors that slam lock so its so easy to get locked out of your apartment. I have locked myself out on occasion.<br /><br />He really hasn't heard from her since this incident. At my last happy hour she sent a message threw someone else to tell him she wished him well... but she hasn't contacted him herself since.<br /><br />@ -1- yeah girl... he's jamaican, so he thought for sure ol' girl had put some sort of voodoo on him<br /><br />@Jaded - It was so funny that you said you might know her because I think she lives in BK now....hahahahah<br /><br />@Slish - please do share your stories... I know with ya smart ass mouth you had hella chicks doing crazy ish<br /><br />BEST COMMENT AWARD GOES TO:<br /><br />Even though she got it wrong <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03070939239478517075">Q</a>'s comment had me dying laughing<br /><br />"can crazy bitches be THAT crazy?????<br /><br />I want to say fiction cause i'm in disbelief that heffas are coming up that pressed, that crazy and that full o'nuts"Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-45267410880773037432008-08-15T00:01:00.003-04:002008-08-15T14:06:27.469-04:00Fact or Fiction Friday - When chickens come home to roost!So these black weblog awards are going on... and one of my blog mates Dollface said she wanted to nominate me for best blog series with Fact or Fiction Friday but didn't since I hadn't done one in a while. I hadn't even thought about being nominated for anything but it did remind me of how much I love doing them and seeing your responses. It really takes a lot to really come up with a good concept... or to make something in real life fun to read, but I definitely had fun doing them. So I figured from now on I would try to do it at least once a month... so here goes...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >FACT OR FICTION?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">For those new to the set here are the rules. Read the following story and in the comment box reveal whether or not you think the story is fact or fiction. The story will be either all true or all false... so none of that "I think this part is true but the rest is false" mess for the people who have been cheating in the past...lol... Remember though, it does NOT always have to be MY truth... for instance this story below could have happened to a friend or family member without me being one of the chicks involved. Got it... good... enjoy!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></div><br /><br />You know we always talk about how men are attracted to the crazy chick, but have we ever sat down and evaluated the definition of crazy. Is crazy the one who goes threw your cell phone, or is she the one who accuses you of cheating constantly? Is she the one who acts a fool and always picks an argument in public, or she is the one who snuck into your apartment, cut up raw chicken, and put it in between your mattresses without you knowing...<br /><br />Wait a minute on that last one... let's start from the beginning. So a close friend of mine was dating this chick for a while. I always thought she was a little off, and she wasn't the most attractive chick so although she wanted you to think she was strong, I could tell deep down that she was really insecure. His profession kept him out late at night, and she constantly questioned his whereabouts and why they weren't spending more time together. You would have thought this was a red flag for him to move on, but instead he moved her in. Figured she couldn't complain about spending time if they lived together.<br /><br />The checking of emails started, the calling people in the cell phone, even accused me and him of sleeping together, and every other chick that he ever came in contact with for that matter. She was truly crazy. This went on for at least 3 years before he finally got fed up. I don't even know what it was, but he left to go to Vegas for a week and told her to be out of his apartment when he returned. She seemed okay with it, as if she was fed up even, realizing that the relationship had ran its course. Even sent him a text upon the week's end, a day before he was to return and said I left a little surprise for you in the apartment. Have a nice life!<br /><br />When he returned, everything was normal, she had even cleaned up a bit. He was relieved that he had finally got rid of this chick. A week passes and he starts smelling something really foul in his room. At first he brushed it off... lit an incense... but as the days went by the smell seemed to get worse. He scoured the room thinking that maybe a mouse was somewhere in there dead but found nothing. He calls the exterminator... they come out and find nothing. He calls a female friend over to see if she can recognize the smell. Somehow they pull the mattress out... and what do they find. At least a dozen huge pieces of chicken that had been in between the mattresses spoiling for 2 weeks at this point.<br /><br />He couldn't believe this crazy chick did this. First he calls her to cuss her out, calls her all kinds of crazy and hangs up. Then he gets kinda scared. What kinda chick does that? He had slept on that bed for 2 weeks. What if she put some kind of root on him. His friend helps him clean it all up and use every possible cleaning method to get the smell out of the mattress to see if it can be saved. They hear a knock on the door... its the crazy chick. She walks in causing a ruckus. Cussing, yelling, dramatic and all, then questions the friend as to who she is and why she was there... Friend doesn't give her the answer she wants to hear so she punches her right in the face. The two start tussling. The guy opens the door trying to push crazy chick out but his friend is still trying to get licks in. They all end up in the hallway of their apartment and then the door slams shut behind them. They are now locked out still arguing and fighting. Of course the noise causes the nosy neighbors to come out of their apartments, so finally crazy chick leaves.<br /><br />His cell phone is locked in the apartment so he has no number to call the building manager on a Saturday and might be out of his apartment until Monday. Five minutes later crazy chick returns with a screw driver, breaks in the apartment, says your welcome without them even saying thank you because now he's thinking, "this crazy chick can break into my apartment anytime she wants", and then she leaves and he never hears from her again.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >FACT OR FICTION?<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></div>Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-42663744380014295322008-08-13T18:05:00.001-04:002008-08-13T18:10:06.168-04:00Ugh... Eb almost had to choke a b*tchSo remember ol' girl I left at the comedy club that night... the one that's always getting drunk and want to close the club down... the one who I emailed the article about the chick getting killed in Spotlight.... Ok... yeah you remember...<br /><br />So I went out with this chick last night. It's usually a couple of us... but last night it was just me and her... Work night right... so I thought she would be a little more light on the drinking for the evening. Even though she had a blunt and some vodka and cranberry in the cab ride to the club, she said that she was leaving by 2 because she has been warned already about being late to work...<br /><br />Cool with me because I never stay all night. We get there... are having a good time... have a couple drinks... then some people we knew showed up... they buy us our next round... that was my last drink of the night. So I had a total of 2 kettle one cosmos, and 2 corona's with grenadine and lime. Oh and I had a glass of Moscato before I left the crib...lol<br /><br />I see ol' girl getting to the point of crossing over. Our people leave at 2 so I alert her... yo its 2 we probably need to be leaving.. She goes... nah, I aint leaving until they play my song. (Rick Ross - Here I am) So I go and request it. Why 5 minutes later she goes and sneaks in the deejay booth... stands up there for about 10 minutes talking to the deejay... I'm like OMG.<br /><br />Then she comes out and wants to go straight to the bar. So I'm like NO your not getting anything else to drink. She's like I'm good. I'm like NO its time to go. So her knowing me... she's like well leave then. I ain't ready to go yet... So I explain to her that if it wasn't for that ish at Spotlight I would have been left her arse right there in the club and she know that. At this point chick is really testing me because I only have so much patience... and I ain't no damn babysitter for a grown ass woman.<br /><br />So since I wont let her get to the bar... she sneaks in the VIP section. There is only this rich white man in there with a couple hoochie chicks and his bodyguard... So I'm looking at the body guard like you ain't gonna kick her out... she's not suppose to be there. He says he's not a bouncer so as long as she's chill he doesn't care.<br /><br />Then one of the bouncers I know that works at the club walks up and is like Eb you cool... you look stressed. So I tell him what's going on so he tells her she has to leave. Do you know this chick flipped out on him... completely flipped. He escorts her to the foyer in the front of the club and we're there for another 15-20 minutes... saying she wants the number to the club to make a complaint because he had no right to kick her out... blah blah blah..<br /><br />Then this bitch had the nerve to say she wasn't leaving with me... she was getting it her own cab by her damn self. WTH... whew... she really testing my patience now. So I waited til her ass got in the cab and drove off and then got my own.<br /><br />Can you believe this ish...<br /><br />I wasn't even going to blog about it... because I was like this chick is just plain ridiculous and I didn't even have the energy... But then my roommate just comes in my room and is like guess who called me at 3:30 this morning... drunk girl. Saying she ain't ever going out with you no more because you embarrassed her in the club and had mad people looking at her like she was the crazy drunk chick and that I made my bouncer friend kick her out the club.<br /><br />Lawd lawd lawd... I had to woosahhh to keep from calling this chick and cussing her arse out. Can you believe her? I can't even believe she had the nerve to say she wasn't going out with ME anymore... Chick don't even have to worry about it because she wont get an invite to go anywhere with me ol' drunken bitch. Truth be told if you can't hold your liquor you don't need to go out. The rare times that I do get tipsy... I know when I am at my limit. But this is a every damn time we go out thing... I ain't dealing with the bull no more...<br /><br />Ugh... I had to get that ish out... oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh she done made me mad.<br /><br />Bout to go hit up a happy hour now!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-23307249925134420042008-08-13T00:05:00.005-04:002008-08-13T10:07:46.331-04:00Question for the day - Donating Organs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKHobp4kCQI/AAAAAAAAC-I/iZxBCo0irJ8/s1600-h/10247.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKHobp4kCQI/AAAAAAAAC-I/iZxBCo0irJ8/s400/10247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233719803778435330" border="0" /></a>Say you and your spouse are together, and they need a kidney transplant... and by the grace of God your blood types actually matched. A couple years pass... you and the significant other start having problems... seem to not get along for anything... and then on top of that they cheat on you. You immediately file for divorce, and you don't get along at all after.<br /><br />You both move on, re-marrying and then you get sick, finding out that your other kidney has failed you. The donor lists is extremely long, and the doctor does not consider you a priority. You literally have days to live. Do you contact that first spouse even though you haven't spoken in years? If you do contact them what do you say? You can't possibly ask for your kidney back.<br /><br /><br />Side note : Is it taboo for African Americans to be organ donors? I am an organ donor... but I still have my home address from growing up on my license. So when I get sent a new one... it went to my grandma's and she sent it to me. They sent donor paperwork later and she called me and wondered why I was a donor. She really could not understand why I would want to be. I told her grandma... if I'm dead... what do I need my organs for, so why wouldn't I give them to someone who still has a chance to live. Do you know what she said... and I quote... " When I pass I don't want anyone taking anything out of me... I'm bringing it all with me." Is she serious... old people man... but you gotta love 'em.<br /><br /><br />Song in heavy rotation right now... JOE Thomas "Why Just Be Friends"<br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1O0VimIcLZ/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1O0VimIcLZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Tv6QQv/music/HNdR8TcZ/joe_thomas_why_just_be_friends/"></a></object>Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-18731461567961349152008-08-12T08:35:00.004-04:002008-08-12T11:49:20.678-04:00Eb the Celeb is worth $3,768,867And it will probably be more by the time I push post... just because I'm cool like that.<br /><br />I'm talking about this owned application on facebook. I am addicted to it... and now have several bloggers (Trent, AllieNicole, Queen, and Kyle) addicted to it as well.<br /><br />So if you have no idea what I'm talking about... basically you can buy profile pictures... so you own people and people can own you. The key is to have some pretty flashy photos in order to make a lot of money... So your basically pimpin yourself.<br /><br />You can also make money by buying pictures and gifting them to other people. The funniest part about this is that I have bloggers sending me messages about being wrong for disowning them, or gifting them... I gotta get this dough ya'll aint nothing personal...lol<br /><br />So just for kicks I figured I would post the pictures that I have on owned and tell you how much their worth as of right now and the people that own me....my pictures total worth are $1,836,041... click on the pic to make it bigger.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKCAry_EijI/AAAAAAAAC9w/-S0mvv2NHoI/s1600-h/owned.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKCAry_EijI/AAAAAAAAC9w/-S0mvv2NHoI/s400/owned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233324256913558066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />________________________________________________________<br /><br />Guess who I caught up with at the Jilly from Philly concert last night...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKD6isYhSsI/AAAAAAAAC94/_pVjmFSN2sQ/s1600-h/DSC03329.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKD6isYhSsI/AAAAAAAAC94/_pVjmFSN2sQ/s400/DSC03329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458240941017794" border="0" /></a>The F*&K It list, Jaded NYer, and Dollface<br /></div><br /><br /><br />Oh and I officially have a new BF... he's only 2, but CJ is my lil boo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKD6oRBVWxI/AAAAAAAAC-A/6U0e4meIzd8/s1600-h/DSC03331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKD6oRBVWxI/AAAAAAAAC-A/6U0e4meIzd8/s400/DSC03331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458336675224338" border="0" /></a>Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-85888658694320675152008-08-11T07:34:00.000-04:002008-08-11T07:35:23.358-04:00Now ya'll know I ain't the domestic type...But just because I don't like being in a hot sweaty kitchen all day does NOT mean that I can't throw down if I do get up the notion. Now I can't pull all the tricks out the bag since it's my first time ever posting about me cooking, I think, so yesterday for some reason unbenounced (did you know this word is only in the urban dictionary and not in webster) to me, instead of going out to one of my favorite mexican restaurants in the city after church, I decided to cook mexican at the crib and invite a couple people over. So here was the spread.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKAjUI1C7sI/AAAAAAAAC9g/4dtMM3VdM2o/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKAjUI1C7sI/AAAAAAAAC9g/4dtMM3VdM2o/s400/DSC03327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233221595878846146" border="0" /></a>I have to give you a close-up of the chicken quesadilla's though because they were the truth.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKAjdEvfGgI/AAAAAAAAC9o/I0AKxxjQErY/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SKAjdEvfGgI/AAAAAAAAC9o/I0AKxxjQErY/s400/DSC03328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233221749400607234" border="0" /></a>Had a bottle of Jaillance and Moscato D'Asti (My 2 favorite wines... gotta give a shout to Capcity and Lovebabz, because ever since I went to Nectar with you guys I stay going over there to buy a bottle to keep in the house.) I also made some kettle one cosmos. Would have taken a pic of those but they were going too fast...lol. So it was a great sunday despite hearing of the passing of Isaac Hayes.... RIP!!!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-53854510839911395992008-08-10T09:16:00.006-04:002008-08-10T10:18:47.697-04:00Still Gonna Pray by Charles & TaylorWe all go threw some things in life. I tend to bury myself in this blog when I don't want to face the goings on in real life and it has truly been therapy for me, but I was reminded this Sunday morning while I am getting ready for church, that although I may have found solace (or temporarily being able to forget... not real solace), that I still have to pray. So God, you know what's burdening my heart, and I know you will never put more on me than I can bear, but I am putting this problem in your hands, and I have faith that you will make it alright. "When things are good, and when they don't go my way, I'm still gonna pray."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SB9iU7caVbI/AAAAAAAACAc/P5OPYg1unKc/s1600-h/large_pr923b.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SB9iU7caVbI/AAAAAAAACAc/P5OPYg1unKc/s400/large_pr923b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196980606702605746" border="0" /></a><br />I love this record... every time the devil comes in and tries to make me doubt what God has blessed me with and what he will continue to bless me with... I blast this joint as loud as my stereo can go... and I am reassured that "I'm doing just fine...better than OK"<br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5jfkCHI_3v/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5jfkCHI_3v/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Tv6QQv/music/4JLSLi6j/charles_taylor_still_gonna_pray/"></a></object><br />Hope the song with bless you the same way it has blessed me.Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-75091340443164993862008-08-09T11:54:00.002-04:002008-08-09T12:21:01.023-04:00RIP Bernie Mac<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGATCtDLDBY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGATCtDLDBY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQBKnBAp5dE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQBKnBAp5dE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-40845852880581160722008-08-07T17:17:00.002-04:002008-08-07T17:35:50.537-04:00When clubbing goes wrongFor those who frequent the club scene in NYC you are more than familiar with Spotlight Live. Its right in Time Square, a huge very nice club. I have been there to watch the strippers known as the Time Square Hunks, I have been there for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">karaoke</span>, I have been there for R&B live showcases more than a dozen times, a couple open mics, and just on a random friday night when there is nothing else do to. So I was tripping when I heard of a chick being found in that club dead on Wed evening when the club had been closed since that past Sunday for Lil' Kim's birthday. I honestly almost went to this party too so that's even scarier. So <a href="http://www.newsdaily.com/stories/n07474049-newyork-body-rapper/">here</a> is the story if you have no idea what I'm talking about.<br /><br />First thing that came to my mind was where were her friends for her to get beaten and then shoved in some closet or whatever on the roof. Then my second thought was that could have easily been my friend. Remember the chick I told ya'll always wants to shut down the place so most nights we leave her. This could have easily been her, and it hurt my heart a little. It would kill me knowing I left this chick at the club and then she showed up dead.<br /><br />So I just sent her an email of the article and told her she needs to stop going out by herself and/or staying all night after the rest of us have left. Haven't heard back from her yet.<br /><br />The craziest part of the story though is that the main suspect is one of the bouncers. Now I have gotten into it a couple times with bouncers there that take their job way too damn seriously. Could Eb have been popping off at a killer? Crazy thought right. Apparently where she was found only employees know of the spot, or could have had access to it that night, and they also have witnesses of her arguing with the bouncer in question earlier that night.<br /><br />This whole situation has just been nagging at my spirit since I heard about it. Damn!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-51569590062900657472008-08-06T14:15:00.002-04:002008-08-06T16:09:42.384-04:00MEME - If I were... and random questions And a question of the day for MENjacked from <a href="http://imnotreallyadiva.blogspot.com/">Kay*</a><br /><br />a month: I would be May because it means spring is in full bloom and summer is right around the corner. Plus its my birthday month.<br />a day of the week: Friday because its the last day of the work week and 2 days of rest are to come.<br />a direction: up, because the sky is the limit<br />a historical figure: I have always been a fan of Sojourner Truth<br />a kind of weather: 70's - 80's with a nice breeze... and clear skies. Any weather where you don't need a jacket at night, but wont die if you have anything more than a bikini on during the day<br />an animal: any wild cat (tiger or leopard)<br />a flower: purple orchid or pansy<br />a color: chocolate<br />a sound: saxophone because its so sexy<br />an element: carbon because diamonds are a form of it<br />a song: This constantly changes but right now it would be that new Teedra Moses <a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1596563507672245/">So Kool</a><br />a book: Inside a Thug's Heart by Angela Ardis because I truly envy the relationship she had with 2pac and the letters he used to write her.<br />a food: macaroni and cheese<br />a place: Turks & Caicos<br />a material: Satin, because that's what I go to sleep on every night and because they never stay in place and I am the type of person that cannot be tamed just like them<br />a taste: thirst-quenching...lol, IDK that just sounds good<br />a scent: anything soft<br />a word: complex<br />an object: crackberry<br />a body part: legs<br />a facial expression: side eye<br />a time of day: When the sun next leaves footprints across the sky!<br /><br /><br /><br />jacked from myspace<br /><br />How many people have you kissed in 2008 that actually meant something?<br />2<br /><br />Were you happy when you woke up today?<br />Always happy that God woke me up another morning<br /><br />Do you hate the last person you kissed?<br />No<br /><br />What are you listening to right now?<br />Janelle Monae Metropolis EP especially the new joint she added <a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/162599391c0cae0c/">Smile</a> for the official Bad Boy release on August 12th<br /><br />Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?<br />Yes<br /><br />What would I find if I looked UNDER your bed?<br />I have a sleigh bed so nothing is under there except probably some dust<br /><br />What are you wearing?<br />tank and boy shorts<br /><br />Are you texting anyone right now?<br />I just stopped<br /><br />Do you like anyone right now?<br />That's still up in the air<br /><br />Have you ever kissed someone and never saw them again?<br />No<br /><br />Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?<br />When it first came out I wanted a tiny tiny tiny diamond that you could barely see<br /><br />What can't you wait for?<br />To be 30... I just have a good feeling that is going to be my year<br /><br />Have your parents ever smoked?<br />No<br /><br />Do you want someone back in your life?<br />Yes, my grandpa JW... everything seemed to go so much smoother when he was alive.<br /><br />Who was the last person who called you?<br />Some lady looking for Jr. I cant believe I have had this number for over 3 years now and I still have people calling me talking in Spanish. If I answered the phone Hello... and not Hola... then why do you think that I'm spanish... and I am a woman... so obviously this is not Jr's cell phone. It gets really bad around tax season... I guess that's what he did for a living because it really gets out of control.<br /><br />Are you good at giving directions?<br />Yes<br /><br />Would your parents be mad if you got pregnant /got someone pregnant?<br />No, both my sisters had babies and when I went home mom was pressing when I was going to give her some grandchildren... I told her she need to chillax with all that mess.<br /><br />Rent a movie or go to movies?<br />Go to the movies<br /><br />What did you eat last?<br />At 5 in the morn I was sitting in Westway diner with my peoples eating some scrambled eggs with cheese, Pancakes, and hot chocolate with whipped cream<br /><br />Has anyone told you they missed you lately?<br />Nope (sigh)<br /><br />Is your ex still in your life as a friend?<br />No as of late... we used to talk regularly but ever since he proposed to his new girlfriend he has been ghost.<br /><br />Are you wearing any clothes that don't belong to you?<br />No<br /><br />Would you ever steal someones boyfriend or girlfriend?<br />No, I believe in karma too much... unless it was Idris Elba<br /><br />Mountains or the beach?<br />beach<br /><br />When was the last time you cried?<br />Can't remember<br /><br />Who's someone you miss?<br />I miss living in the same city as my family and being able to see them whenever I want<br /><br />How many times have you been in love?<br />I have loved a couple but I have only been "in love" with 1<br /><br />How many times have you had your heart broken?<br />Once<br /><br />Do you hate people who are obsessed with things like High School Musical, Hannah Montana, and The Jonas Brothers?<br />Hate is such a strong word... and I know as a child I was into New Kids on the Block or whatever the equivalent would be so no.<br /><br />Have you ever spread a rumor about someone?<br />Never started one but I sho did spread the word<br /><br />Did you French kiss before you were 16?<br />I think I was 15<br /><br />Who is the first person you think of when someone asks you who you like?<br />The forbidden one, but Semipro is a close second<br /><br />Have you ever liked someone who all your friends hate?<br />Nope... I usually don't have them around my friends enough for them to dislike them<br /><br />Do you prefer to call or text someone?<br />I prefer to receive a call if its someone I'm feeling, I prefer a text if its someone I aint<br /><br />Were you bad in high school?<br />I wouldn't say "bad"<br /><br />Would you take any of your ex's back?<br />No<br /><br />Do you cry over girls/boys?<br />I don't but I have in the privacy of my own room<br /><br />At what age did you start noticing the opposite gender?<br />Probably 3rd grade<br /><br />Are you happy with your love situation?<br />Masterpiece of minimalism... so that's a no, I need me a summer love before the summer is over... ya'll know NYC summers are short... I got less than a month left.. dang!<br /><br />Last boy/girl to hurt you?<br />The hick man<br /><br />Would you fail your drug and alcohol test?<br />No on the drugs... and I'm not driving so I wouldn't have to take an alcohol test<br /><br />Who's your favorite person to cuddle with?<br />If Semipro was acting right it would be him... and ugh and me knowing he is going to be at this party I am going to tonight. Will be interesting to see how we act after not speaking for over a week. I already got the "I'm too sexy and you can't deny me" outfit all in place... and will be with a group of my homeboys that he doesn't know so I know he's gone be looking...lol! The games we have to play.<br /><br />_______________________________________________________<br /><br />Sidenote - I met this cutie at the club last night. Caramel, had to be like 6'4. Has locks though... they were neat... but that's not my thing... But he was sexy so maybe he can get me to like them.<br /><br />So the question for the day is :<br /><br />What does it mean when a man asks you to take his number instead of asking for yours?<br />I have a complex about calling dudes first... so when he asked me to put his number in my phone, I told him to just take mine. I want you to show the initiative first. So he handed me his phone and I put my number in his. He had a raggedy old school cell phone btw too which was kinda a turn off which I didn't even realize until I saw it that I could be turned off by the type phone someone has. Anyway, what is the psyche behind taking someone's number versus giving yours men?Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-37281509396835677442008-08-05T04:34:00.002-04:002008-08-05T04:43:38.976-04:00Thought to Ponder Courtesy of Ms. Erykah BaduI don't have any good pics of her at the concert last night in BK so I am posting this one. She was amazing. This was my 3rd time seeing her and it was the best show hands down.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJNhKNSYUNI/AAAAAAAAC3E/eNJvtq0Siy8/s1600-h/erykah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJNhKNSYUNI/AAAAAAAAC3E/eNJvtq0Siy8/s400/erykah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229630420300615890" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="body">"I think a lot of people have lost respect for the individual, you know, the individual, the person who doesn't conform."</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="body">-Erykah Badu</span><br /><span class="body"><br /><br />Here are a couple pics of me and the peeps at the show</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgOja9LIEI/AAAAAAAAC7o/5DntnDkTbSY/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgOja9LIEI/AAAAAAAAC7o/5DntnDkTbSY/s400/DSC03259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230946968884944962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgOsPAxp9I/AAAAAAAAC7w/l2YgrZU3ors/s1600-h/DSC03225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgOsPAxp9I/AAAAAAAAC7w/l2YgrZU3ors/s400/DSC03225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230947120297650130" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="body">Karrie B. has officially become like my new lil sis. I was running a little late so she saved seats for me and my roomie<br /></span></div><span class="body"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgO0p5h4jI/AAAAAAAAC74/QUXwe8waNhc/s1600-h/DSC03261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgO0p5h4jI/AAAAAAAAC74/QUXwe8waNhc/s400/DSC03261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230947264953967154" border="0" /></a>Then me and my friends go to leave the concert and they are like Eb someone is calling your name...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgPOEdcN3I/AAAAAAAAC8I/V0_69SMAMLU/s1600-h/DSC03271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgPOEdcN3I/AAAAAAAAC8I/V0_69SMAMLU/s400/DSC03271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230947701580642162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="body">and guess who it was... Liryc and Ms. Knowitall</span><span class="body"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgPKPVIXpI/AAAAAAAAC8A/GsisEw3XLOE/s1600-h/DSC03270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJgPKPVIXpI/AAAAAAAAC8A/GsisEw3XLOE/s400/DSC03270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230947635779100306" border="0" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love NYC bloggers... gotta give a shout to The F*&K it List because she was out there too but couldn't find parking so turned around and went home. Another shout goes to Dollface who came out but the line was too long so she bounced. Next week get there early ladies. Jill Scott so you know its going to be bananaz.<br /><br />All in all it was a great night in BK!<br /><br />I freakin' love FREE summer concerts in NYC!!!<br /></div>Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-26372575819410387542008-08-03T19:31:00.001-04:002008-08-03T20:13:32.414-04:00An eventful weekend and...I am utterly in LOVE with ThE KaRRiE B.So this past weekend was a busy one. Friday night... my girl Nina turned 30 and had a little soiree... All the men had to wear black and all the women had to wear white. I look hella crazy in all the pics because for the majority of the night I lived on the dance floor...so I am only sharing a couple. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYoafQeYEI/AAAAAAAAC6M/R8ED_uOIdio/s1600-h/DSC03108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYoafQeYEI/AAAAAAAAC6M/R8ED_uOIdio/s400/DSC03108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230412452769718338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYnh8JdvNI/AAAAAAAAC6E/wrlSTD1GPUM/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYnh8JdvNI/AAAAAAAAC6E/wrlSTD1GPUM/s400/DSC03110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230411481272401106" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday night I had the pleasure of celebrating the legality of THE Karrie B.<br /><br />First, I gotta call her lil arse out. She sent out a mass email on facebook for everyone to be there by 11:30 pm so she could make her grand entrance. Of course Eb the Celeb was running fashionably late... I got there a little after midnight... why was I the first one there for her party... ugh...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You know I make the best of any situation though... photo shoot time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVpKOJbTfI/AAAAAAAAC3c/H5TeYEhmVcw/s1600-h/DSC03115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVpKOJbTfI/AAAAAAAAC3c/H5TeYEhmVcw/s400/DSC03115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230202166577942002" border="0" /></a>Truly a work of art... and I'm not talking about the painting...lol<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVpkiyoiDI/AAAAAAAAC3k/U2TRVQbFodY/s1600-h/DSC03154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVpkiyoiDI/AAAAAAAAC3k/U2TRVQbFodY/s400/DSC03154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230202618796083250" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Legs galore!!!<br /></div><br />A couple other people showed up shortly after so we got the party started without her.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqckobGpI/AAAAAAAAC4M/kv-yl_Y5vpQ/s1600-h/DSC03181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqckobGpI/AAAAAAAAC4M/kv-yl_Y5vpQ/s400/DSC03181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203581362805394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVp3Ee0neI/AAAAAAAAC30/7J9t1Pl_ePQ/s1600-h/DSC03130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVp3Ee0neI/AAAAAAAAC30/7J9t1Pl_ePQ/s400/DSC03130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230202937077439970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVp9R-NnCI/AAAAAAAAC38/2M-7_bBrDBI/s1600-h/DSC03131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVp9R-NnCI/AAAAAAAAC38/2M-7_bBrDBI/s400/DSC03131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203043777977378" border="0" /></a><br />Then we had to regulate and let some people know that there was NO sex in the champagne room...lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVpx9H7ePI/AAAAAAAAC3s/dpZdpwssRO8/s1600-h/DSC03124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVpx9H7ePI/AAAAAAAAC3s/dpZdpwssRO8/s400/DSC03124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230202849203026162" border="0" /></a><br />OK... so back to the bday girl....Do you know this trick aint show up until 1:36 am... so here are the pics from when her heiness joined the party... I love her so much... her energy, her spirit, a great way to spend a Saturday night<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqYJbRM4I/AAAAAAAAC4E/2DMcr9mXRpw/s1600-h/DSC03136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqYJbRM4I/AAAAAAAAC4E/2DMcr9mXRpw/s400/DSC03136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203505340396418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrtGZ1biI/AAAAAAAAC58/zqYOJpC2Gug/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrtGZ1biI/AAAAAAAAC58/zqYOJpC2Gug/s400/DSC03137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204964817956386" border="0" /></a>We played a lil trick on the birthday girl. I texted her that I was leaving since she wasn't there yet, someone else text her that they couldn't make it, and someone else text her that they were stuck in traffic. Poor little thing was sooooooooo bummed... here is her reaction when she found out that we were actually there<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrh3b1OyI/AAAAAAAAC5s/A227PpuXXgM/s1600-h/DSC03139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrh3b1OyI/AAAAAAAAC5s/A227PpuXXgM/s400/DSC03139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204771821239074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I finally got a flick with the super star<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrnOHIlLI/AAAAAAAAC50/p67tVGgpYgI/s1600-h/DSC03138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrnOHIlLI/AAAAAAAAC50/p67tVGgpYgI/s400/DSC03138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204863807788210" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">and bought her her first shot of the night<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrcuBSF-I/AAAAAAAAC5k/FkY3O9bPK-w/s1600-h/DSC03141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrcuBSF-I/AAAAAAAAC5k/FkY3O9bPK-w/s400/DSC03141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204683394619362" border="0" /></a><br />Then she went on this rampage with giving everybody a name tag so she knew what type of Barbie/Ken they were since that was the theme<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrIXt8UfI/AAAAAAAAC5E/lGNMIXBxR0w/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrIXt8UfI/AAAAAAAAC5E/lGNMIXBxR0w/s400/DSC03164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204333810536946" border="0" /></a><br />I made up some bull about being a Vegas Showgirl Barbie, but it sounded (I know that ain't a word) good<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrNFC8V9I/AAAAAAAAC5M/XHPY29lpDNU/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrNFC8V9I/AAAAAAAAC5M/XHPY29lpDNU/s400/DSC03163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204414697691090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">More from the birthday girl!!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrXa15hrI/AAAAAAAAC5c/bDIQTRbMXYs/s1600-h/DSC03145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrXa15hrI/AAAAAAAAC5c/bDIQTRbMXYs/s400/DSC03145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204592347252402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrRYp2KZI/AAAAAAAAC5U/QP3nQHHEx0Q/s1600-h/DSC03159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrRYp2KZI/AAAAAAAAC5U/QP3nQHHEx0Q/s400/DSC03159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204488680614290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrDrUiTcI/AAAAAAAAC48/DQnaDSbQeDQ/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVrDrUiTcI/AAAAAAAAC48/DQnaDSbQeDQ/s400/DSC03165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204253173337538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVq_HxuuPI/AAAAAAAAC40/BKUCqXaBwtU/s1600-h/DSC03168.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVq_HxuuPI/AAAAAAAAC40/BKUCqXaBwtU/s400/DSC03168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204174912633074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqv75XLhI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ZIVuhSCaiKE/s1600-h/DSC03175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqv75XLhI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ZIVuhSCaiKE/s400/DSC03175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203914025381394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqrhvN_hI/AAAAAAAAC4U/sOLy8A_0hMM/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVqrhvN_hI/AAAAAAAAC4U/sOLy8A_0hMM/s400/DSC03178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203838284037650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then I found me a lil boo... it was his birthday too!<br /><br />He's a young'n (only been able to buy me a drink for a week), and he's an inch shorter than me but he's a sweetie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVq0ys9ZSI/AAAAAAAAC4k/iFCeJi1T2c0/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVq0ys9ZSI/AAAAAAAAC4k/iFCeJi1T2c0/s400/DSC03174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203997456786722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He was in love before I even left the place...lol<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVq6d2DQlI/AAAAAAAAC4s/2IUp0G5TZVw/s1600-h/DSC03173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJVq6d2DQlI/AAAAAAAAC4s/2IUp0G5TZVw/s400/DSC03173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230204094936990290" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I'm sure Karrie B. has more pics on her blog and if they aren't up yet... they should be soon.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then today I went to Central Park Summer stage<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpxb78__I/AAAAAAAAC68/Q002CICTEr8/s1600-h/DSC03182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpxb78__I/AAAAAAAAC68/Q002CICTEr8/s400/DSC03182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230413946526957554" border="0" /></a><br />To see Janelle Monae for FREE!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpiL-u49I/AAAAAAAAC60/WM1gVdan8oc/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpiL-u49I/AAAAAAAAC60/WM1gVdan8oc/s400/DSC03183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230413684545610706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Close-up of my pin<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpaFCCe5I/AAAAAAAAC6s/Jk1Yz9C3Agw/s1600-h/DSC03188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpaFCCe5I/AAAAAAAAC6s/Jk1Yz9C3Agw/s400/DSC03188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230413545241475986" border="0" /></a>She was amazing as always... here are a couple pics but you can go to my <a href="http://www.jonesin-eb-style.blogspot.com/">music blog</a> for videos<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpQnoQhSI/AAAAAAAAC6k/xpUNbMbTbV4/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYpQnoQhSI/AAAAAAAAC6k/xpUNbMbTbV4/s400/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230413382729893154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYo5Nt8fXI/AAAAAAAAC6c/-MF6wYyHZ-o/s1600-h/DSC03194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYo5Nt8fXI/AAAAAAAAC6c/-MF6wYyHZ-o/s400/DSC03194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230412980637433202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYox7Dl-7I/AAAAAAAAC6U/Tt5Q5ckYtYQ/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SJYox7Dl-7I/AAAAAAAAC6U/Tt5Q5ckYtYQ/s400/DSC03206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230412855368874930" border="0" /></a><br />yeah she did the crowd surfing... I love her... Hope your weekend was as good as mine!!!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-33058292077010552952008-08-02T21:59:00.001-04:002008-08-03T20:18:26.602-04:00Movies I'm looking forward upon summers closeDoing nothing and having a movie weekend last weekend (I watched "Cover" and "Things we lost in the fire" for the first time, and I highly recommend both) made me realize I have not been to the movies since SATC came out. I only went to see that because of all the hype and thought I was missing something. Never been a big fan of going to the movies in the summer. They always have the A/C way too damn high and I'd rather be doing activities you can do outside since the nice weather in NYC is limited and the movies are always cozier in the fall/winter anyway. Now that its August, that means the summer is starting to wind down and I have been scoping the net for previews of movies I am looking forward to. Here are a couple:<br /><br />September 12 - The Women<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXt-FzVksfM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXt-FzVksfM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />September 12 - The Family that Preys<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXt-FzVksfM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXt-FzVksfM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />September 19 - Lakeview Terrace<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4yACExHw0k&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4yACExHw0k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />What are some movies you are looking forward to the rest of this year?<br /><br />Hope everyone's weekend is going well!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-57714391084444019202008-08-01T12:50:00.001-04:002008-08-01T12:50:00.502-04:00How I'm feeling today...Monica "GETAWAY"<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqdDDDHywbU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqdDDDHywbU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-3604979696597604862008-07-31T00:58:00.000-04:002008-07-31T00:59:01.488-04:00Update on Semipro...I'm obliging since someone asked. Imagine that its a black man in this group of pictures and it will be the epitome of Semipro and I's current situation... a total tug of war.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SI9pM72eMzI/AAAAAAAAC1c/qgxoK0k_1-I/s1600-h/23556597.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SI9pM72eMzI/AAAAAAAAC1c/qgxoK0k_1-I/s400/23556597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228513363345945394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SI9pIw85h8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/jJWHpweFBSE/s1600-h/23556600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SI9pIw85h8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/jJWHpweFBSE/s400/23556600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228513291700635586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SI9pE7u9NII/AAAAAAAAC1M/V-nAZhpM4rQ/s1600-h/23556599.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SI9pE7u9NII/AAAAAAAAC1M/V-nAZhpM4rQ/s400/23556599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228513225875469442" border="0" /></a><br />So here is the deal. I like him, he likes me, but he is playing around. I think he wants me to only want him, and he knows that isn't the case, so he wants to overexaggerate the fact that he's playing the field.<br /><br />A week ago...<br /><br />I basically told him he wasn't stepping foot in my house again until I got a date, and that has nothing to do with whoever else I am talking to and whoever else he is talking to. He feels like if we aren't dating exclusively why is a date necessary. I feel like dates are necessary to decide if you want to date someone exclusively. His problem is he can't stand anyone telling him what to do. As do I. So he feels like if he takes me on a date that means he lost. Everything is a competition with him. That's all he talks about... beating someone in this, or being stronger than this person. Remember he's an athlete. He always has to have the upper hand. He almost had a heart attack when I beat him in Nintendo Wii bowling.<br /><br />So in the past couple weeks with my ignoring and being busy streak... he has down played the situation and called me "buddy" a couple times to be funny... since I said I wasn't messing with him anymore. So now he texts me just to annoy me, like when he's in the neighborhood, assuming I will invite him over but I don't.<br /><br />We finally had a conversation on Tuesday. I had recently spoken to a mutual friend of ours who said he was coming to visit on Labor day weekend with his GF and to relay the message to Semipro so we could all get up. He has no idea that me and him were talking. So Semipro goes, well I guess I'll have to do a double date then so I'm not the 3rd wheel when I go out with them. Just to be an asshole. If he wanted to get back in good he would have said I guess "We'll" have to do a double date then. So I ignored the fact that he was trying to be funny and changed the subject. He is the ultimate game player and I don't have time. I don't even understand why he is still trying to keep the avenues of communication open by calling and texting me when I told him I was done, but like I said... he likes playing games.<br /><br />I am trying not to sweat it but he keeps testing me and I only have so much patience. His problem is he thinks him doing it on his time is giving him the power when reality its kinda pissing me off and making me uninterested. He assumes that when he is ready to go on that date I am just going to jump and he is going have a rude awakening.<br /><br />Tonight...<br /><br />We had a text message pow wow. He was doing security at some apple bottoms fashion show. Thought it was appropriate to rub it in my face about all the ass and titties in his presence. We went back and forth a couple times. He tried to play me like I was the one missing out... here is his exact text when I told him that I don't deal with lames so to call me when he was ready to be a real man:<br /><br />Semipro - hard worker, college grad, gorgeous daughter, devoted father, handsome, athletic, charming, charamatic (yeah he spelled the shit wrong), sexy, leader.... definition of a real man 2 me.<br /><br />Eb the Celeb - learn how to spell, & if u cant take a chick with a master's degree out on a date then your not that charismatic, who said you were handsome?<br /><br />Semipro - not arogant (yes spelled wrong again) just real... I am charismatic, date... 4 what?, handsome - ask around.<br /><br />So you know my ego is feeling the heat right now all kinds of ways. I cuss him out yet again... He replies that I must be drunk. I alert him that I am more sober than I have ever been in my life, and let him know that he must be drunk for coming at me like I'm some hood rat chick. So I end the convo with the following...<br /><br />Eb the Celeb - U know what, since u said u not drunk...what you've said...proves the type of nig u r... u won't eva hear from me again, and please lose my number...<br /><br />he text me back a couple times after but it doesn't matter to me. I am going to bed right now and not stunting his whack ass.<br /><br />I know he is going to call me tomorrow on some bull... so the saga will prolly continue... but this situation is really starting to be a headache. I hate that I am attracted to dudes that think they are flyyyyyyyeer than me because this is the type of bull you have to deal with. Dudes that are feeling themselves, and dudes in NYC that actually have a college degree and a good job are scarce so the ones that have it act a damn fool because they know they are a hot commodity.<br /><br />Maybe it is time for Eb the Celeb to consider converting to some other races... because chivalry is truly dead in NYC when it comes to black men and I am NOT one to settle.<br /><br />To be continued...Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-65371863109005714332008-07-30T08:41:00.003-04:002008-07-30T18:26:07.275-04:00Meme of Randomness...<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Maybe I should...</span>stop spending so much money<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I love the smell of...</span>tee-light candles with soft scent oils<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">People would say that I...</span>am the nicest person you will ever meet until you cross me<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I don’t understand why...</span>the blog world has cliques and people cant just like and read and comment on whomever's blogs they want without blog ring leaders getting offended or thinking they are betraying them... its the damn blog world people... these people aren't your real friends.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">When I wake up in the morning...</span>I thank God for another day<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I lost my will power to...</span>go to the gym every morning<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Life is wonderful...</span> when you have amazing family and friends to share it with<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">My past has...</span> made me the person I am today and I wouldn't change any of it for the world<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I get annoyed when...</span>people expect me to live my life for them and move according to their beat<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Parties are not...</span>a place to act a damn fool<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Dogs are...</span> a woman's best friend when it comes to the animal and not a man<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Cats </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">are</span>... sneaky mongrels<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Tomorrow I am going to...</span>the album release party for K. Salaam. If you don't have the album already.. pick it up<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I have a low tolerance for...</span> ignorance<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I'm totally terrified of...</span>personal failure, forget what the world thinks of me but I struggle with being at peace with my own accomplishments and how I view them for myself<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I wonder why I thought my life would be...</span>easier after grad school... when now your more of a threat because now your an "educated black sista."<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Never in my life...</span>have I had a real set up and thought out, unconventional type of date<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">High school was something that...</span>brings back so many wonderful memories and also reminds me how old I am getting since my 10 year reunion is next year<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">When I'm nervous...</span>Can't remember the last time I've been nervous but I think I tend to shy away and am very quiet since when I am comfortable I talk a lot.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Take my advice...</span>to put God at the head of your life because he already knows your path<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Making my bed is...</span>something that doesn't happen too often... but its never completely unmade since I don't move too much when I sleep<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I'm almost always...</span>up for a good meal... I likes to eat!<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I'm addicted to...</span>bacon and fruit<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I want someone...</span>to take me out on a real date dammit...lol before the damn summer is out!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-9326201831220765402008-07-29T08:32:00.004-04:002008-07-29T08:32:01.290-04:00Question for the day : Loving someone doesn't mean your meant to be"I'm not scared of lions, and tigers, and bears... but I'm scared of loving you<br />Am I the only one who thinks its an impossible<br />Why do we love love when love seems to hate us<br />Just cuz I love you, and you love, doesn't mean that we're meant to be"<br /><br />Excerpts from my new favorite Jazmine Sullivan Lions, Tigers, and Bears<br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SCtCUbomZl/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SCtCUbomZl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Tv6QQv/music/kaVwFA4p/jazmine_sullivan_lions_tigers_bears/"></a></object><br />Question of the day:<br /><br />Say you are in a relationship with someone. You have known them just about all your life, and under a fluke of vulnerability on both parts just getting out of relationships with people that you thought were the loves of your life, you kind of needed each other to get over. You needed each other to feel like you could love again. Although not in love with the person, you do love and care for them. The love of your life, who part of you is still in love with, calls and says he/she is moving out of the country. They ask you can they see you before they leave. You oblige. Things get heated and emotions fly, you end up sleeping together. You know that the person you are with is not the one, but you also know that the ex is not the one either. The ex moves out of the country and you probably will never see that person again. Do you tell the person your currently dating, who you know you don't really love but are in an monogamous relationship with about your infidelity even though you know they will never find out?<br /><br />And I wasn't going to share this because I was just bored as all heck this past weekend messing around with my computer and did my own lip sync video of Jazmine Sullivan's bust your windows, but I am like wth since I haven't done a video blog in a while, so everyone can see how goofy I really am. Also I am purposely looking that terrible. It goes with the song duh... can't be all dolled up after you just got your heartbroke and busted the windows out some dudes car. Don't laugh...lol!<br /><embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid89.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fk226%2Fe_lovejones%2F9aa18174.pbr&hostname=stream89.photobucket.com"></embed><br /><br />One more thing... Have you seen the movie Cover?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SIy_f1pUw7I/AAAAAAAAC0k/F-WCU06dIY8/s1600-h/cover_movie_image_2008__1_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SIy_f1pUw7I/AAAAAAAAC0k/F-WCU06dIY8/s400/cover_movie_image_2008__1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227763821167559602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SIy_kAU6xBI/AAAAAAAAC0s/nz0uqzC10A0/s1600-h/cover_movie_image_2008__3_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SIy_kAU6xBI/AAAAAAAAC0s/nz0uqzC10A0/s400/cover_movie_image_2008__3_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227763892754236434" border="0" /></a>If you haven't you are sleeping... hella good, and its not just because Leon, one of my favorite actors is in it either. This is a must see! Although, I expected more from Vivica Fox. This role didn't have to be played in the "ghetto girl" image that she is so prone to playing in every movie. I wish she had showed a bit of range. Either way check it out!<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvYNMNQgVoE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvYNMNQgVoE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-84812041266552493752008-07-28T13:44:00.003-04:002008-07-28T13:51:49.501-04:00And the winner is....Smarty Jones (9)<br />Soumynona (6)<br />Kayos (4)<br />Glennisha Morgan (4)<br />Fresh and Fab (2)<br /><br />First I have to say thank you for the handful of people that actually tried. Ya'll are my dawgs for real. Now for all the rest of you heathens, it was just a guessing game. No one would know all these answers, not even my momma, so you whack for not giving it a go.<br /><br />So Smarty and Soumy hit me on email with your addy's so I can send out the prizes. Smarty as the winner will take home a CD prize pack of 10-15 CD's. I cant remember exactly with new and old stuff, some still sealed. Soumy will take home the first ever solar powered mixtape (yeah even hip hop is going green baby), the Season 3 of the Wire on DVD, and a promotional basketball jersey from Alize that I got in a gift bag at a party, but you know its way too big for me.<br /><br />The 3rd place prize is a mixtape collection. Old and new mix CD's but since the 3rd place here was a tie, I'm gonna do another game over on my music blog and give it away over there... since the RBW peeps didn't want to play along.<br /><br />Anyway, Here are the answers:<br /><br />1. First concert I went to<br />MC Hammer was the headliner, but Boyz II Men and Jodeci opened up<br /><br />2. Artist I wanted to be like growing up<br />Whitney Houston<br /><br />3. What R&B group did I have plastered all over my wall as a teen...<br />Jagged Edge (I was in love with Quick)<br /><br />4. What R&B artist did I have a poster of in his underwear hidden in my closet so my mama wouldn't take it away<br />R. Kelly... yeah I know... and was front and center for the 12play concert at 13 or 14. My aunt actually snuck me to the concert for my birthday after my mom already told her I couldn't go...lol, so I bought the poster at the concert but had to hide it in my closet so mom wouldn't find out. Why like a year later she went in my closet to find something to wear, yeah she was always trying to wear my stuff, and found the poster...lol<br /><br />5. Favorite rapper<br />2pac of course<br /><br />6. Name my top 3 favorite female R&B singers right now<br />Teedra Moses, Jazmine Sullivan, Algebra Blessett<br />Honorable mention is Janelle Monae even though she's not R&B<br /><br />7. What music based TV show is the reason for the scar on my forehead<br />Soul Train... I was like 4 or 5 and kept twirling around getting dizzy. My aunt kept telling me to stop because I was going to get dizzy...but I was being a little hard head and kept twirling faster and faster... then Soul Train came on the TV and I tried to stop so I could dance but was so dizzy that I flew right into the corner of the TV. It was at my grandma's house so you know they had one of those huge wooden floor tv's... my head hit right in the corner of the tv. Wood bust my head right open.<br /><br />8. Name my top 5 favorite male R&B singers right now<br />Now ya'll know I keep more than 5 men in heavy rotation when it comes to R&B so I am naming all of them I have in rotation right now to give the people that tried a better chance<br />JOE<br />Avant<br />Anthony Hamilton<br />Mario<br />Trey Songz<br />Brian McKnight<br />Noel Gourdin<br />Ne-Yo<br />Tank<br />Robin Thicke<br />John Legend<br /><br />9. If I could be the love interest of any artists video who would it be<br />John Mayer... I just love his swag... for all ya'll that said a rapper... I would never be in a rapper's video... are you serious... unless of course 2pac showed that he really is alive, then I would rock hard in his video. Actually I was in MIMS "This is why I'm hot video" but that's because he's peoples... and it was just to rep in the crowd, not as his love interest.<br /><br />10. Jazz or Blues<br />Jazz<br /><br />11. Favorite live album<br />Mary J. Blige The Tour<br /><br />12. The only music video in my ipod<br />Michael Jackson Thriller<br /><br />13. Album that stays in heavy rotation like its brand new but has been out 10 years<br />The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill<br /><br />14. If I worked for a record label which label would I prefer to work at<br />J. Records<br /><br />15. Rapper that I am in love with and will marry one day<br />50 cent, forget what ya heard, he's a sweetie, and yeah he does some dumb stuff sometimes, and really has a problem about choosing his battles, but that's because he ain't got a ride or die chick like me next to him...lol.<br /><br /><br />_________________________________________________<br /><br />I went to the Wendy Williams show this morning... I am a skeptic of her... but she isn't that bad in person. She actually had some banging shoes on.. and even though her wig was the worst... she doesn't really have the drag queen esque tranny look in person. The show was actually good and looks a lot better in person than when you watch it on TV. On TV they add all these cheezy graphics that look like the old Sallie Jesse Raphael show. The best part was Dwele was there. They had a group of us do the 2 step on stage while he performed <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm cheating</span>. Hopefully someone will have that online somewhere so I can see if one of the camera angles caught me grooving...lol<br /><br />Then we left there and went to have brunch at this Eatery right near the studio. As we are leaving... guess who walks in. Whoopi. OMG, I admire her so much. I almost felt like a groupie for 2 seconds... waiving... she gave her big signature smile and waived back at me and the girls. So my week has gotten off to an eventful start.<br /><br />Happy Monday everybody!!!Eb the Celebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920888116302185562blog@jonesin-enterprises.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065378224442857407.post-53773985987684469702008-07-27T14:06:00.002-04:002008-07-27T16:41:45.260-04:00Thought to Ponder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SH9Unx-QdyI/AAAAAAAACsw/nAgZUm2kUgg/s1600-h/tupac+2pac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WAsddLGaYcE/SH9Unx-QdyI/AAAAAAAACsw/nAgZUm2kUgg/s400/tupac+2pac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987135179159330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Everybody's at war with different things...I'm at war with my own heart sometimes.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">-Tupac Shakur<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Sidebar : I have a crush on the saxophone player at my church and I don't even really know what he looks like. Never seen him up close because I sit about 3-5 rows from the back of the church. I am too embarrassed to look at him when I walk around for the offering and I never linger after the service but I really have a crush on him. Don't know if he's married (remember I haven't gotten close enough to see his face so I definitely haven't seen his hand.) At first it was a joke between me and my roommate, but after last Sunday when he got off the sax and sang a solo, and then the butterflies I got when he was playing during praise and worship today... I think I officially have a crush. I do not need any distractions when I am trying to go get the word... so please Lord take it away... rebuke that spirit that has me fant