Audacity of Hope

You know what I just figured out I have been guilty of something. I hear alot of people say that the majority of Barack supporters are voting with their heart not their heads. Mrs. P told me that I was voting with my heart but I thought she was just a hater. Although now I see what she meant, I still haven't change my stance. I still back Barack but not because he's black, but because in my heart I beleive that he can bring change. I'm not the most politically informed induvidual, so off top alot of people would dismiss my arguement. But I'll share why I believe in Barack. Simply put its his buzz. I know that may sound shallow but there is a method to my madness. He for the first time has black people wanting to vote. No one, in my time and I'm only 28, has got so many black people interested in voting. Hell they even tried to use hip hop to get us out there remember "rock the vote"? Well that didn't have any weight until it became Barack the vote. I consider myself a voice of the people. The people who aren't politically informed, who have never voted, who before this year could careless. The people who feel that its no use voting because in the end the "white man controls everything". Before anyone trips I'm not a racist or conspiritor but a product of generations of black people that in some way have experienced some racism and/or prejudice in their lifetime. Whether it's from police, employers, coaches, teachers etc.... Injustice can make a person feel helpless. These black people that I speak have built up such a hate and fear of injustice that it creates a live for today mentality. I'm ramblin off to say this Barack got me interested. Not only me but a bunch of people who may not agree on alot of things in general. Although there are different views on life in this country, I think everyone agrees it needs to get better because its slowly getting worse. Barack is that common ground that brings black and white democrats and some republicans together. Thats my who the Audacity of Hope speaks to. We now have the audacity to go into this election with hope even if thats all we have because that hope translates into votes.

Mr. P

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Mr. P

we got to do better!

Whats up America? Long time no speak, the reason I don't blog everyday is because if I did that I would just be giving you filler. Thats not my purpose, when I blog I want the reader to get a little insight on how my mind works so if I blog just to blog then I'm not giving you me. On top of that I'm pretty lazy and some days I just don't feel like it. But thats were Mrs. P comes in because I know she always has something to blog about so she will be the main course and I'm like that bomb-a** apetizer that you get a taste of and tell yourself man I could eat this by itself. Like some good jalepeno poppers or mozzarella sticks. But anyway the reason I crawled out of my cave to blog is I recently saw a news headline, about a teenage male in L.A. that was shot and killed by gangmembers all because he wasn't in a gang. http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2008/highschool/03/04/la.shot/index.html here is the story in case I leave out details you can check it out for yourself. Well apparently this young man had a lot going for him such as scholarship offers to play college football. He was killed because he didn't respond to a question the way some gangmembers thought he should and he was killed yards from his front yard. This incident opened my eyes to a couple of issues, one gang violence is still alive and well in this country, and two there is obviously a black on brown conflict in this country that I wasn't aware of.

Now as far as gang violence goes thats actually a scary thought that you can be killed for not being affiliated period. One would think that by remaining nuetral you can avoid problems with either side, but these gangs are like parasites they latch on to weak or struggling neighborhoods, and by weak and struggling I mean financially, and suck them dry of all life hope and happiness. Its pretty hypocritical because to my understanding, and I could be wrong, gangs were originally formed to protect the neighborhood and its people. Protecting isn't going to other hoods and killing innocent people, that's preying. Its like they are working against themselves because while they go out shooting up other hoods they put innocent people in their own hood at risk for retaliation. Point is its got to stop sometime. You know the more I look at it the more clear it becomes to me that human beings are a very destructive species. Whats even scarier is that we are probably the most intelligent which gives us more creative ways to be destructive. (I say probably because if animals could talk they would probably tell us about even more dumb sh** that we do and don't even think about. For real, how many of us have done some dumb sh** and the only person around was your dog or cat or even a random donkey to witness it?)

Now this black on brown thing. this makes even less since to me than gang violence. If I'm not sure of anything on this planet I'm sure that black people and hispanic people no matter what origin: mexican, puerto rican, dominican, cuban, nicaraguan......, we pretty much have the same struggles in this country. If you grew up poor or not even poor but in the hood you had at least one mexican neighbor. They may not have even been mexican but if you grew up down south like I did we weren't schooled on different spanish speaking countries. In Texas if you speak spanish you're mexican. Which I think also should be addressed in public schools. I think the education should change with the times. Personally I would get offended if everyone referred to me as african. Man look I love all people don't get me wrong but I certainly feel that if I can relate to anybody its another minority. And I can't understand why there is so much black on brown crime. Man we have got to come together and get over what little differences we have cause I tell you what in the eyes of the law we are one in the same. I don't care if your last name is Jackson or Garcia if them people get a hold of you you're just a suspect. So we should really get over thess b.s. color barriers because when it is all said and done random acts of violence lead to one color red. Red blood that runs in the city streets, red eyes from family members mourning the dead, and hot red tempers for those frustrated people looking for answers to these problems.

Man lets stop the hating for real not even being cliche. If the world is truly coming to an end right now we are behind the wheel with our foot on the pedal.

Now to lighten the mood before I leave you I'll let you check out some hood sh** my potna smoothie from http://realpeeplz.blogspot.com/ sent me

Rage against the machine

Why is it that some people mention something casually with the intent for the other person they are conversating with to ask them about that specific something mentioned but then act like they don't want to talk about it. I mean you were the one to mention it first so why not tell the story to the full intent. I don't know about you guys but that really pisses me off.
So I know this girl who's boyfriend just went back to contacts from glasses. He did it over the weekend so he hadn't been to work with his "new look". When he came home he preceded to tell her that he was going back to the glasses because he felt that it caused to much commotion. What? What did he mean by that? So my friend asked if someone had said something to him. He said "no not really". But I mean how do you start the conversation saying that it caused some attention but then turn around and say nobody said anything to you? So then he told her that a few of his colleagues mentioned something. So, like any girl would, she asked him who. He started calling off names and it happened to be all males. I'm sorry but number 1 is he wouldn't have even brought it up if it was all guys, right? So she kinda got suspicious at this point and asked him "so no girls said anything?". That's when he brought up a few other names and this time it wasn't just guys. My girl is tough though she wasn't just trippin' I mean she loves her man and trust him whole heartedly. So she preceded to ask him what the girls at his job said to him about the sudden metamorphesis. He told her that all they said was how different he looked.... How different he looks? Yea right! So my girl asked him what else they said that's when he started tripping talkn' bout thats why he don't tell her stuff cuz he knows she'll blow up and she has a bad temper and all this other BS. I mean fellas look alot of the time the only reason we do blow up is cuz you guys lie so damn much we don't know what to believe.
My friends boyfriend is attractive already and then when the glasses come off, watch out! She knows that girls are going to be hitting on him hell thats how she got him. The point is why can you start the story but get mad because she wants to know the whole truth. Guys I don't want to hear that he was telling the truth and why can't we as women accept this bs and that bs. I'm sorry but there is more to that story. Why do men find it so hard to tell the whole truth. Why do you guys feel the need to cover sh!t up. I know for me personally I want to know. Yea initially I might get alittle upset when hearing things that I don't fully agree with, but as long as Mr. P and I talk, not yell but talk, we can make it through another day. I wouldn't be mad at the fact that his coworkers, male and female, mentioned how great he looked. I would just be heated because Mr. P felt like he couldn't tell me the whole truth. I really don't get it. Guys if she gets upset about something like that just tell her the whole story. She might go green with jealousy for about 5 minutes until she realizes how lucky she is to have such a great guy who loved and respected her enough to tell her the truth, even though he knew it might upset her. Ladies when your man tells you stories and though you sometime fill with rage and you just want to hit something, don't go psycho Biotch on him. Just take the time to listen to him, if you don't his coworker might.....
We need to get better... I'm done with Church;)

Long time no speak!

Whats the deal America? Man I know its been awhile but ya boy has been busy lately. I was in training all last week at work. But I'm passed that and then see what had happened was, we got a laptop and said laptop so happened to come with an internal air card so to make a long story short one of our neighbors apparently figured out that we were co-inhabiting their wireless internet. And since this country is full of selfish people they promptly locked us out of their network. Now I tell you thats whats wrong with this country, I happen to stumble upon some free internet action and upon discovery the "owners" decide that they don't want to share. Look Jed Clampett was out shooting at some coon, and to this day I'm still not sure if that coon was racoon or coon like my cousin, lets be real yall if the show was old enough to be in black and white that means that coon could've been a forest critter or a civil rights leader. j/k. But ol' Jed came up on some bubbling crude. I felt like the wireless internet was my black gold.

Alas the Mrs. and I had to go out and "pay for our own service" but I'm not bitter. I imagine alot has happened since we last conversated, but whats fresh on my mind is a reality show I caught the other day. Celebrity Rehab. Man look if you're ever feeling down and need an escape from it all watch a reality show but I recommend Celebrity Rehab for those serious blues. For starters Half of these people I have never heard of so at first it was like man this is some b.s. But when they gathered in a circle and started discussing with their family members how their addictios affected them, the roller coaster started. You have the perfect ingredients for a celebrity rehab recipe. A porn star, of course, Brigette Neilson who is going to ride the reality show train to every stop it makes, some american idol finalist which doesn't surprise me because I imagined thats where they all go to die, and a couple of people who I think just really need help and happen to volunteer for celebrity rehab.

I know I got problems but watching other peoples problems on the big screen is a very comforting feeling for me. Because at the end of the day I know I've done some dum things and said some dum things but I thank the lord that he didn't make me O.J. Simpson or like Flavor Flav. Man look O.J. my boy but he is really making me wonder. Why don't he sit his dumb a** down somewhere. You live in miami why the hell would you let some dudes talk you into going to get yo sh** form these dudes in Vegas with guns. I could see if Johhny was Still Alive, RIP, but everybody know once he died all chances of victory were slim to none. You think T.I. would be still locked up if Johhny was alive hell no. I look at Johhny Cochran like he was a guardian angel over young dumb black men. But sad to say we beat that pinata till all the candy was gone. Thanks OJ and Puffy.

I'm through ramblin for now I just wanted to shoot the breeze since we aint spoke in awhile but I'll get back with yall. Keep it 100.

When it rains it pours...

Nothing has been more truer than those words, when it rains it pours. Can someone explain to me why that is the case almost every time. Just when you think you just got over one hump here comes the whole damn world crashing down on you all at the same time. For me is my car, first it's my tires, then it's my head gasket (so i thought), then my starter, and of course can't forget the brakes and to rotate or in my case replace the roters. Damn can a B!tch get a break.! All this and I still haven't recieved my debit card from my bank so if I'm conducting any business it had better be during bank hours so I can run over to withdraw all my little money to hand right over to this mechanic and keep my fingers crossed in hopes that he doesn't try to screw me over. Luckily my income tax came just in time and God handed me an umbrella for my rainy days. Anyway, I've been working so much for the last three weeks and haven't really had a full day off and when I tell you guys I'm tired you couldn't begin to understand how exhausted I am. I work for a huge retail chain that happens to sell sneakers and apparell. You probably have seen the uniform in your local mall, the one that looks like we should be at a basketball game working the floor. (I look so good in black and white). I love what I do because I'm so into fashion and all that other jazz. Plus it doesn't hurt that I'm the manager. I know you're probably thinking, well if you're the manager then you should be able to take the days off that you need, but it doesn't work that way. As a matter of fact it's kind of the opposite. When you manage a business you want to make sure that your days off are not going to hurt your busy days. What I mean by that is no one is going to take care of your customers and your business the way that you do. So of course Fridays and Saturdays are out of the question as far as days off are concerned. Mondays are office days so that's out of the question, now all you have is Tues.-Thursday. Sundays are touchy also. I can't complain too much, I'm actually doing something I like to do and I'm pretty damn good at it. Plus working in some nice tight black pants and the coolest sneakers doesn't hurt either. It's not all smooth sailing though. There's a constant hustle on making your goals each day and keeping on top of paperwork because when those Auditors hit your store that's exactly what they do they HIT your store. They dig and dig and dig through all your paperwork until they find everything wrong. That part of the job is not so fun but it makes you a more organized person. My audit just passed and I tell you all it was rough and the reason for my exhaustion. Since I haven't had a day off in a few weeks I'm definately starting to feel it. Anyway my StarBucks internet time is about finished and I can't get back on at home, the person we were "borrowing" the wireless signal caught wind of our connection and has permanately cut us off. We'll be getting our own wireless thing soon after I get caught up with paying for all this sh!t with my car. Anyway guys nothing exciting right now but Mr. P and I are going to be holding a "forum" on relationships coming up pretty soon so look out for that. We would love to hear comments and questions you guys might have so feel free to hit me up.....

BLEACH

Do you remember watching Saturday morning cartoons? I just knew that I was learning Karate by watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Or like you and your cousins would fight to see who is going to be Michael Angelo, Rafael, Donatello or Leonardo, O to be 28 again... Just kiddin'. I thought that I would out grow the fact that I love watching cartoons but I honestly haven't. I still wake up in the mornings and watch the hell out of the cartoons with the kids. About a couple of years ago while staying up passed my allotted bedtime I came across a cable channel called Adult Swim. My life has never been the same since. They actually make cartoons for adults now. I mean I always knew that they did something like that with the whole Simpson's thing but I mean like Adult content type of cartoons.? GENIUS! Family Guy and Futurama are just two of our favorite shows that we love to watch on Adult Swim. Well once again AS comes to rescue our dull filled evening with this new type of cartoon looking anime' type of series called BLEACH. Mr. P and I were instantly hooked. The main character's name is Ichigo Kurasaki and he kicks major ass. He's always had the gift (or curse) of seeing souls of the dead. WICKED! That would suck.. Could you imagine seeing the souls of the dead??? That wouldn't trip you guys out? Anyway's he could see these souls and he'd always try to help them. So in comes this chick Rukia (english version/japanese version Lukia) and she's this soul reaper from a place called The Soul Society. Anyway somehow she ends up giving him all her powers and he becomes almost like a substitute Soul Reaper and he can actually shed his outer body and fight these "hollows" that torture and eat the souls of the dead. Of course there's more to the story, way more to the story and anyway I say all that to say that whoever created this anime series is a creative genius and all my Kudos go out to you man! It's a genuinely good show nothing nerdish about watching this sh*t. That ichigo is a beast, he can fight, he never says die, and he's always determined to stay alive to make sure he can protect his loved ones. We should all take a lesson from Bleach.

Mr. P and I love this cartoon. We watch about 2-3 episodes a night. We ended up buying the damn DVD's because Adult Swim just stopped playing it. Great marketing ploy to keep us wanting more to the point where we just had to know what happed so we went and caved in and bought it at some Anime shop. (i didn't even know they existed). But if you want to know what the hell I'm talking about maybe you could pull some episodes off of youtube. Me personally I would start watching it from the very 1st episode cuz alot of stuff could get quite confusing. Anyway my typing all this is taking my Ichigo away from me so gotta go!!!

When In Rome...

For the last five years football and every other relevant sport has been stuffed down my throat. So much so that I have learned to love the game. If you can't beat'em join'em, right ladies? Why should I let him have all the fun? There is no reason us women can't enjoy a sport where the players consist of beautifully sculptured rich men on the field fighting for that extra inch just to get the first down! Those men are gladiators! My favorite part in watching these games is when I hear the helmets crashing into each other and it makes that CRUNCH-ing noise! That's when you know that there is about to be some football getting played. I was one of those girls that just went with her man, to look pretty, while he watched the game. When you have the kind of man that I do, at any given moment his phone would ring and it would be someone from anywhere in the country to ask him about some game score, what are his predictions on the next game, or even what college did a specific player attend, it can get quite aggravating. So instead of getting angry that he'd rather watch a game then whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I started asking questions as well. This man is so knowledgable about the sport I thought "When in rome...".
Ladies there is nothing sexier to men than a woman that actually knows what she's talking about when it comes to sports (and can cook)! That just gives you something else you can share with him. Now he's got no excuse as to why you can't go with him to the sports bar or wherever it is he said he's going to watch the game at. I'm not a master of all the rules yet but I have a general understanding of the game which consist of more than just knowing when they score a touchdown. I'm still learning the ins and outs of the whole thing but this is something i'm ejoying sharing with him. I'm pretty sure he enjoys teaching me. He gets a kick out of me when I'm screaming at the TV because the Ref. made a bum call. I know football season has come and gone already, GO GIANTS, but if you start now you could be ready for next season and this time you don't have to be the lost little pretty girl!