Remember the Time

Mrs: Questo is just like you: http://www.okayplayer.com/news/uestlove-Remembers-The-Times-132-Michael-Jackson-Memories.html
ahem: 67. i remember 20/20 doing a in depth focus report on The Jacksons. The
first day of school (in the 4th grade) it was all we talked about.
this is the first time i was met with indifference with non MJ fans
who almost caught a beatdown for making fun of your high voice.


Natasha: LMAO!
hahahahahaha
kindred spirit


Mrs: I love me some Questo


Sent at 4:22 PM on Thursday
Natasha: son
i remember the first magazine cutout my sister posted on our wall.
she used too much glue and ripped a piece of it below his eye. was NOT
a good look when you were alone in the dark staring at it as a kid and
you looking back at me with the bad glue job soiling the photo
watching my every move. shivers
my pillow does the same damn thing
i put it in the basket at night
cuz i feel like mike is staring at me


Mrs: LOL


Natasha: 26. i remember the radio spots i heard for the new Jackson lp and somehow
i literally thought the album was going to be called "Smash Self
Titled LP"
DIES!


Mrs: LOL
87. i remember getting the ebony cover story of the jacksons and deciding
the only way to get in this family is to auction off my sister. i dont
think she minded for there was no woman who didn't dream at one point
of wanting to marry mike.
I think he is you: 101. i remember discovering and entire box of old Right On! and TCB! mags
(from my sister) in the basement and it taking 3 weeks to build a
jackson shrine on my walls.


Natasha: LMAO
hahahahahahahaha
girl
when i went to detroit
in minus 10 degree weather
in 06
February actually
i went to Hitsville
and touched it beause that's where michael touched it
and i was good


Mrs: wow
I hear that


Natasha: crying...but no tears cuz it was too cold for water


Mrs: also: 118. i now remember there being about 200+ vendors on 52nd street selling
bootleg leather jackets of mj

119. i remember my mom buying me a bootleg for easter 1984.

120. i remember the chipped tooth i gave my cousin for making fun of my
gear that day


Natasha: and my cousin sayin you are dumb


Mrs: LMAO


Natasha: i dunno if he has this
but i remember being confused when the words in the thiller liner were the child is not my son
but he CLEARLY sings the KID is not my son


Mrs: ME. TOO.


Natasha: and i kept trying ot make it fit
cuz MIKE WROTE THE WORDS
and i must sing them like mike wrote


Mrs: And I remember being salty about it


Natasha: such a neard
oops nerd


Mrs: I remember opening up the Thriller album and putting it on my couch so it looked like Mike was lying on it and when he'd sing the line in Human Nature where he'd be like see that girl she knows I'm watching...she likes the way I stare, I would totally agree
<---- Nerd


Natasha: LMAO
hahahahahahaha


Mrs: I remember that we didn't have much to do in elementary school in June so they'd show movies in the auditorium
son they showed The Wiz
they split it into 2 parts


Natasha: YES


Mrs: we saw the first part


Natasha: i remember can you feel it video sound effects scaring me


Mrs: but someting hanppened the next day and we didn't see the rest
we damn near rioted


Natasha: LMAO


Mrs: they had to give us more recess
lol
I remember linking arms with my homies and easing on down the hall
LOL



Natasha: i remember reading in Right On that Michael hates litterbugs... from that point on I have not littered. I put trash in my purse or pockets until i can get to a trashcan


Mrs: LOL


Natasha: I was at my grandma's house using the bathroom cuz it was the only quiet place
and i had my mag
that i just got
sigh


Mrs: lol
I'm waiting for my tribute issue of Rolling Stone to arrive
It's like I'm waiting for the new Right On to come out


Natasha: girl


Mrs: they sent me an email talmbout buy it on stands


Natasha: Word up has a MJ
i saw it


Mrs: I was like fuck that noise
i'm not buyin shit
I paid for it already


Natasha: ohmygoodness


Mrs: that shit better have been delivered
or I'm callin them
it came out tues


Natasha: I remember taping motown 25 from the tv with the cassette recorder


Mrs: LOL
I have that shit on my computer now


Natasha: u know the one that u had to push down play and record


Mrs: just his and the J5
YES
I used to tape from the radio with mine


Natasha: I had the tape FOREVER til it popped


Mrs: LOL
brb


Sent at 4:43 PM on Thursday
Natasha: 131. i remember the day Bad came out and i found out that day Scott La
Rock passed
YES
i remember crying


Sent at 4:46 PM on Thursday
Mrs: I remember that too
I was heartbroken
I know where it happened too
I remember when they said his family took him off life support
and the My Phillosphy video with his kids in it


Natasha: i remember seeing malcolm X for the first time on that video


Mrs: Yes


Natasha: i added my comment
Amuri: ...
I remember reading the words on the liner of Thriller that Christmas and seeing Billie Jean had "the child is not my son" when he clearly sang "the kid is not my son", and trying to fit it in. I also remember hitting my brother in the middle of the forehead with my Atari controller because he said something slick about MJ, then going back to playing PacMan. I remember taping Mowtown 25 from the tv with my portable cassette player (when you had to press down record and play at the same time). I also remember when that tape broke and splicing didn't work.

Thanks for the memories.1
I also remember getting 3 MJ dolls and an alternate yellow sweater outfit the next christmas
and being salty when my aunt asked me to give my cousin one doll cuz HE didn't have one to play with


Mrs: LOL


Natasha: last one for the day...maybe
I remember not being so scared of thriller that i could FINALLY listen to it outside of my closet because having rhythm meant i had the soul for getting down. so the thriller would not get me and i wouldn't have to face the hounds of hell or rot inside a corpse shell
I remember being happy i could dance
LOL!


Mrs: LOL


Natasha: i'm trying to remember not being such a big nerd
memory fades


Mrs: true
the those feelings never go away
I remember how mad kids rocked penny loafers with white socks


Natasha: u are gonna laff at this... when we were moving out of our apt in 1986, it took me so long to pack my room because i had to make sure the pics from my wall were in order so they could be hung the same way in my new room in our house.


Mrs: with black lees
LMAO


Natasha: I also remember having to paint the wall because the MJ pics took off the paint


Mrs: nICE


Natasha: muh bad
now anye was able to download the file
from the link
http://www.filedropper.com/jackson5andjacksons


Sent at 5:00 PM on Thursday
Natasha: omg the pennyloafers
son
yes
and i remember wanting a curl


Mrs: everyone and I do mean everyone rocked them


Natasha: and my mama saying no


Mrs: yo
my moms shut me down too
I wanted my shit to look like Ola Ray's


Natasha: i thought mike liked girls with curls since h
JINX


Mrs: lol


Natasha: I remember seeing the number to Jackson INC in the ebony magazine when randy was in the accident
and writing in myu phone book saying i had mike's number
LMAO
it was one of the last BIG ebony's
remember when that mag was the size of a coffee table


Mrs: YES
I don't remember that though
I just texted you


Natasha: u weren't a stalker like i am


Mrs: no


Natasha: don't have it yet


Mrs: you should have it soon


Natasha: June, 1980
Gary Coleman. Sidney Poitier, Jackie Robinson, Richmond, Randy Jackson’s Tragic Accident
G/VG
$15.00

DAMN
i was 10
no
7
i'm trippin
and i remember that shit
no mas


Mrs: dag
did you get the text?


Natasha: http://cgi.ebay.com/Ebony-June-1980-Gary-Coleman-Sidney-Poitier_W0QQitemZ290329152155QQcategoryZ280QQcmdZViewItemQQ_trksidZp4340.m183QQ_trkparmsZalgo%3DSIC%26its%3DI%252BC%252BS%252BIA%26itu%3DSI%252BUS-BWR%252BUCI%252BIA%252BUCC%252BPSS%252BCRS%252BIT%252BUA%26otn%3D2%26ps%3D33
OMG
just go tit
LOL
awww


Mrs: Wow
Also, to this day that is my favorite pic of him
he just looked so suave
and so dreamy
sigh


Sent at 5:10 PM on Thursday

Boogie Down Bronx

Anger Poems are back

In light of our situations here at work. I wrote this to let off a little steam

Today’s corporate edict
Is to bend over and take that mean dick
In the ass..it’ll be over real quick
Then off you go with a swift kick
Cus it’s their world my thoughts don’t mean shit
It’ll mean a lot more when the shield is broke with this big brick
Upside your head I’ll go with my crazy swagger stick
Fuck you ass holes, high level trick and prick
Signed of angry corporate black chick

Reading Party

The spirits keep trying to give you a blessing...

Yesterday's gathering at the D-Man's house was great. It was a few people with positive energy gathered together for a cause that was not their intimate own but was personally owned by each. How do you know you are loved? When people gather for your happiness, while you are living, is an ultimate show of love and being loved.

So anyway, after a couple (only a couple) of happy punch, I was GREAT! Nuri and Amir came too and enjoyed themselves. Talk about comfortable, Nuri was asleep in front of the fire. AHHHHH! That's when you know you are among goodness. I am thankful for that goodness.

So in comes Gypsy and her cards. Who's ready for a Tarot reading??? ME!!! I had been wanting it for a while, but desired someone who was not in it for the money, but in it for the gift. And then, Gypsy. So although I was a bit afraid, she read me like she worked for the government. She saw my thoughts like she was in my mind. Like she was allowed a sneak peak in my life book.

Everyone who went in came out with a glazed look. Not like that of she did something to me, but that of how did she know? How does she know? When will I know? :) I need her once a quarter! Her being there, me being there, nothings ever a mistake. There are no such things as coincidence.

I am thankful for the message and the messenger.

Old New Look

Apparently the blow dried look is apparently in style forever. I also think I'm cute with my hair anyway...but sexier with the straight hair. With that being said, my hair made me feel better. I know the song says, "I am not my hair", however the way you maintain your mane is an outside reflection of your internal state. I can wet the head and have the afro again, however, if I do not comb the afro, train the afro, mold the afro, then I have a hot mess. If I don't feel that peace within, then I will not have the patience to maintain the afro, because I am not maintaining my mental state. My homie Max said, "you start forgetting yourself
and you become invisible to others and yourself." That is quite true. When you are lost in the sea of your own sameness, you fade in the background surrounding you. Even with a fro that's a greater size than the famous Angela Davis.

So, I changed my game and stepped it up. Then I got the clothes to match the new look. But the first change was in the attitude behind the whole Muri Modification. So anyway...the old/new me.

Getting out of the way

Sometimes we can stand in our own way and not allow the flow of what is really to pass, to come to us. We call ourselves standing steadfast and being a rock, however, there are forces that cause that rock to move, for instance water. In the Midwest, there are stone walls created to make the Mississippi River stay away from the land where people are inhabiting. They are called levees. But when the water gets high enough, when the current gets strong enough, even that stone wall has to give way to the power of that force. We are like that stone wall too. We think we can hold back the forces of change. We love to live in what is known to us, but like all things, the change must come. We must evolve, we must get out of our own way or we can get pushed out, no matter how stubborn we become.

Change can become freeing. Change can bring about a purpose or give us renewed meaning. Change can energize us and cause that energy to be transferred into others. Another word for getting out of your way and letting the change happen is called faith. Faith is not just mere believing that you won't fail, faith is knowing that you will win. Maybe not the win you imagined before you made that first step, but the win that was destined for you before you took your first breath.

PMP

Well I have begun the second part of the process in getting my Project Management Professional Certification from PMI (Project Management Institute). It's going to take time to document all of the projects I've worked on over the years to their specification. At least I have registered with them and have one step to apply to take the exam.

Now...to take the exam. I am studying dilligently for it. This is worse than being in school, because it's not something I find particularly interesting to read. At least when I study history or even in my Business Management classes, I found interest in it. Especially history. Oh well..cry myself a river.

Back to the grind....