tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9236898.post3438027804554356849..comments2023-05-28T05:34:40.307-04:00Comments on TrendyNation: Being Viciously ProtectiveUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9236898.post-62990767357376819802007-03-16T14:24:00.000-04:002007-03-16T14:24:00.000-04:00Well just great you guys. Now look at what you've ...Well just great you guys. Now look at what you've gone and done. My heads so swelled up that it's no longer fitting through the front door!Loishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12025480676345396577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9236898.post-45219885097480566912007-03-15T14:10:00.000-04:002007-03-15T14:10:00.000-04:00Raaa tat a taat!!!BOO-YAAH!All guns loaded and she...Raaa tat a taat!!!<BR/><BR/>BOO-YAAH!<BR/><BR/>All guns loaded and she’s back Muther Effers !!<BR/><BR/>Darling, they were only staring cuz the poor souls were TAKEN with your son’s BEAUTY.<BR/><BR/>And DON’T EVEN pretend to be humble– he is stunning. And if ya got it, FLAUNT IT – period.<BR/><BR/>It not easy seeing ourselves. Being in the middle makes it hard to step back and see the action from arm’s length. <BR/><BR/>Even stooped stuff. <BR/><BR/>It’s like when I grow a beard. Within weeks it needs to be trimmed. And, like, I’m always shocked that I completely missed it. I’ll say to my self, “self, you look in the mirror every day, its grown WAY out, how did you miss it?”<BR/><BR/>Other times, we fail to judge ourselves objectively and we fall into a trap and think of ourselves in relative terms. Like, we all have friends and acquaintances who never stop talking. Gawd, I tell ya, if there was an Olympic event, I’d enter these people. They blaaaaab about everything. And then I’ll catch some mutual friends thinking they don’t have game, cuz they can’t instantly drop 12 pages on the latest scene du jour.<BR/><BR/>The first thing I noticed, when I started hangin’ in this ‘hood, is the amount of personal material ya posted. I dug that!! See, that’s why I didn’t post on this board (as opposed to CWK). Your posts were soooo personal, I felt I would be gett’n in ya bidnezz. <BR/><BR/>HA! Now ya got me thinking, what “juicy” beats digya leave out. <BR/><BR/>I get a ton of hate mail. Everyday. Boy, for a bunch of self-described Christians, they sure have a dirty mouths. And I truly laugh it off. When<A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_A._Blackmun" REL="nofollow"> Justice Harry Blackmun</A> would give a speech, he would warm up the audience by reading his hate mail. It was HILARIOUS. But if someone even looks cross-eyed at someone I care about, I’ll fly into a rage and I wanna rip out his teeth or mock him until he goes home crying. It’s an instinctual reaction. You wouldn’t be worth a damn, if you weren’t a ballz out, STAND-UP moms.<BR/><BR/>The long and short of it: this blog is a lot of fucking FUN - a reflection of you and your readers. <BR/><BR/>A couple nites ago, the change in daylight savings and the start of spring got me thinking how March is Trendynaton’s first Birthday (you relaunched it last March). And while I was a late arrival, I did touch base with everyone. It’s hard to pick a favorite, cuz you brew SO MANY flavors, Damn IT. But the one that made me laugh the hardest, was when ya dog ripped up your heels, and in your trademark subtle satire, you riffed about not being on speaking terms with ya dog. PRICELESS!! Mark Twain’s got nothin’ on you.<BR/><BR/>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Trendynation!!<BR/><BR/>Thank you Lois for being such an entertainer.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and nice try Clark Kent, there’s nothing “average” about you. Not even close. And when you have doubt, look no further than your son. He’s turned out SO WELL, so much better than the rest of us. That’s not an accident ya know, that’s YOUR doing!! <BR/><BR/>You must take a bow, your audience demands it. And the customer is always right!! <BR/><BR/> ps GO GATORS!! (9:50 PM EDT – Friday)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9236898.post-56325335514211951932007-03-15T13:56:00.000-04:002007-03-15T13:56:00.000-04:00As a Black male that was raised with and without a...As a Black male that was raised with and without a father a different periods in my life, the key has been my mother. It takes a certain woman to raise a male on the solo tip.<BR/><BR/>Keep doing what you're doing and, more importantly, don't be afraid to share your stories with a higher source. She's always with you and listening. Walk GOOD!Dee Wellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11968344516294353241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9236898.post-7343797619710245502007-03-15T12:37:00.000-04:002007-03-15T12:37:00.000-04:00Girlfriend - I feel your pain. It doesn't seem tha...Girlfriend - I feel your pain. It doesn't seem that different from what I experience as a black woman and a single mum. I wrote about this too on my blog I think - I mean people I barely know ask me 'Is the father still around'!?! All up in my business. I also (to most people don't look my age) so when they hear my daughter's a teenager (now) my god, I can see them mentally calculating how old I must have been, to the point where I have to let everyone know I am actually an old bag and not the teenage mom they were expecting. Fuck em. Be proud, be strong, but I know sometimes it pisses me right the hell off. Especially as I work at a place that looooves to right stories about the evils of single parent families!Butterfly Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874054989754571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9236898.post-60579975192079906532007-03-15T01:29:00.000-04:002007-03-15T01:29:00.000-04:00Gosh, I've been reading your blog for a while and ...Gosh, I've been reading your blog for a while and just want to say that I've always admired the way you write about your son and the relationship you guys have. I am in my 20s and find myself more and more inclined to be a single mom (by choice) when I have kids. Who cares what the haters think!Last Day Emailshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09252414354013107985noreply@blogger.com