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When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I just simply remember my favorite things
and then I don’t feel so bad.

Over the past few weeks, life has been real heavy. Interesting, but heavy. Lots of what I like to call “pondering the meaning of my existence.” So much I need to do and just trying to figure out how to get it done while beating back a nasty procrastination habit. Men from my past showing up out the blue trying to get back. New dudes acting a plum fool. My football team’s season is just about in the crapper.

Let’s just say a sista has been going through lately.

Thankfully, there have been some bright spots along the way that have kept a smile on my lips. So I’ll share a few of the things that have lifted my spirits over the past few weeks.


Indeed, music does wash away from the soul the dust of life. I am so greatful that there are people out there that are so passionate about music and want to share their love with others…for free! I’ve been a fan of EJ Flavors for a while now. His mixes have introduced me to a lot of artists I had never heard of. He takes it back with Old School Wednesdays – and then he has one of my favorite categories, New Jack Swing. Talk about taking it back! I was grooving this morning to Teddy’s Jam, a little Al B. Surrrre. You know, feel good music. I don’t know about you, but I’m not interested in hearing anything about Superman Dat Hoe at 7am….or really any other time for that matter.

sclogocd1.jpgThe other site I’m feeling lately is DJ Grantlove over at Soulcrates. I call him “the teacher” because I’m hearing stuff over there from a time I wasn’t even thought about. He’s got a hot Nina Simone and Marvin Gaye tribute over there now. I think I really fell in love when he did a Where Are They Now” The 90s Sex Edition. You already know. Most of the cuts on my personal Sex Me mixes (don’t trip, we all got them) are from the 90s. He messed up though when he included not only “Your Love is a 187” by the Whitehead Brothers but also cuts from my man Sam Salter’s 1997 album It’s On Tonight! Loving it! People slept on that album big time. Every single cut was blazing. “The Teacher” says Robin Thicke produced a song on the album.

Just talking about the music has me smiling. If music does the same thing for you, be sure to also check out V over at Honey Soul, Nova at both of his spots, Nova Slim and Soul Bounce, and Butta at It’s Like Butta. They all are equally as passionate about music and share the love often.


I am also really feeling new The Salt N Pepa reality show on VH1. Like most 80s baby hip hoppers, they were my favorite female rappers, next to MC Lyte. I wasn’t expecting much from the show for some reason though. Not sure why. Probably because I really don’t do reality TV outside of Top Model and American Idol. I was pleasantly surprised to find myself giggling throughout the second episode where Salt tries to hook Pepa up on a date. Pure hilarity. This show just works. I’m mad they are just now doing it and I Love New York is in Season 2. Whatever.

Lastly, I know everybody and their Momma in the blogosphere has talked about the greatness that is Tyler Perry’s Why Did I Get Married. I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard at a movie or talked back to the screen. It truly left me with lots of food for thought, particularly towards the end when Jill was talking to her girls about how good her new man was and the qualities that made her fall in love. However, I really don’t know what more she needed after seeing him nekked for the first time. But whatever. Seriously, that conversation, and others gave me food for though, particularly in light of my earlier posts about not being sure if I believe that marriage can work longterm.

I am mad at Tyler for waking up my shopping jones though. Did you see the way those broad were ragging in that movie?! Luckily, Heather Hunter Honda (yea my car is named after a porn star – don’t ask) had a major crisis that put a serious dent in my pocketbook so I’m banned from the mall for now. I can still dream…