<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761</id><updated>2012-01-17T01:28:17.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the fabulous and funky world of a diva</title><subtitle type='html'>random nothings about a dj diva and my quest to BE THE DIVA BEST, be FAB and (as O would say) "LIVE MY BEST DIVA LIFE" to it's absolut (ha notice "absolut" tee-hee) FULLEST!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-621812535052597631</id><published>2012-01-17T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:28:18.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through my vinyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/6712973947/" title="Going through my vinyl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7152/6712973947_a484cf42f1.jpg" alt="Going through my vinyl by fabfunkydiva" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/6712973947/"&gt;Going through my vinyl&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going through my vinyl. I'm so old school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-621812535052597631?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/621812535052597631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=621812535052597631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/621812535052597631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/621812535052597631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-through-my-vinyl.html' title='Going through my vinyl'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-2568971538223360850</id><published>2010-04-13T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:27:54.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REFRESH REBOOT</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sick of fussing. Not saying that I won't but I want to embrace positivity. I'm getting too old for that other ish. I was watching Kell On Earth the other day and She said something that stuck with me. I've been practicing it ever since. She said...I ONLY HARBOR PRODUCTIVE THOUGHTS!! I love it. It takes way too much energy to be negative or Bitch. I don't want to anymore. I just want to live, laugh and love....speaking of which &lt;a href="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/"&gt;http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/&lt;/a&gt; You know....I wonder what happens after you say I DO as well. From the outside looking in...it all goes downhill. Can't Wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-2568971538223360850?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2568971538223360850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=2568971538223360850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/2568971538223360850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/2568971538223360850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/refresh-reboot.html' title='REFRESH REBOOT'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-5036962719010067899</id><published>2010-03-25T12:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:18:26.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKED AND AMAZED....VENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/S6uMjprsFKI/AAAAAAAAASI/eZ0JZCFG4zU/s1600/t1larg_health_care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452606317974525090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/S6uMjprsFKI/AAAAAAAAASI/eZ0JZCFG4zU/s200/t1larg_health_care.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE THE AMOUNT OF DUMB ASS PEOPLE WHO OBJECT TO HEALTHCARE REFORM! It baffles me. Most of these "So-Called Christians" are TOTALLY NOT acting like it....and quick to cast judgement on the Islamic Extremist. BANANAS!!! There are people out there that need help. People that are not on welfare. People that work everyday. It's crazy. Everyone should want this. We're talking...a nation of healthy people. You'd think people would be more upset about the war in Afganistan...but nope....Healthcare. It's fine to disagree. The way people are behaving is an embarrassment. SMH. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-5036962719010067899?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5036962719010067899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=5036962719010067899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/5036962719010067899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/5036962719010067899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2010/03/shocked-and-amazedvent.html' title='SHOCKED AND AMAZED....VENT!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/S6uMjprsFKI/AAAAAAAAASI/eZ0JZCFG4zU/s72-c/t1larg_health_care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8227349315448345001</id><published>2010-03-03T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:52:38.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNORANCE IS BLISS</title><content type='html'>These days...EVERYTHING IS ON MY MIND....EVERYTHING IS ON MY HEART. You know...I understand more and more the term...IGNORANCE IS BLISS!! Normally...I apply it to Buffonery. People who are Deaf, Dumb &amp;amp; Blind...Intellectually, Politically, Socially and Musically. Lately...I beginning to find the beauty in the term. Bills, Stress, Drama, Worrying, Aggravation, UGH!!!! If Ignorance was BLISS for me... I wouldn't be affected by a thing! Just as HAPPY as can be! Peace of mind! Not a care in the world. Today...I just want to sleep and NOT be affected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8227349315448345001?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8227349315448345001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8227349315448345001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8227349315448345001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8227349315448345001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2010/03/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='IGNORANCE IS BLISS'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8771998748526220691</id><published>2010-02-28T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:36:00.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVA UPDATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/S4tdW0H_5LI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GQQ0dgPHIX8/s1600-h/ali.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443547221138072754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/S4tdW0H_5LI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GQQ0dgPHIX8/s400/ali.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...I know...I suck. I've been MIA! Really...I've been trying to get it all together. I'm working part-time STILL!! I'm oddly optimistic though. I don't know...I owe everyone, make less and still...optimistic. Normally...I'd be miserable, but...I really do believe that GOD will deliver me. So, I press on. I'm getting ready for my big art show in 2WEEKS!!! i'm to the wire. You gotta check out my &lt;a href="http://fabfunkydivasdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;art blog&lt;/a&gt; for all the art juice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the last day of Black History Month....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post this most powerful picture and quote. It's the mode I'm in right now so here goes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE GREATEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am America! I am the part you won't recognize. BLACK, CONFIDENT, COCKY! My name...Not Yours! My religion...Not Yours! My goals...MY OWN! GET USED TO ME!" ~Muhammed Ali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love love love this quote! My head lifts a little higher. A friend of mind posted pics and quotes on his Facebook Page. He's a pretty political and funny dude. Check his Black History Month Tribute &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/album.php?aid=20624&amp;amp;id=1673163983"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8771998748526220691?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8771998748526220691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8771998748526220691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8771998748526220691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8771998748526220691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2010/02/diva-updates.html' title='DIVA UPDATES'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/S4tdW0H_5LI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GQQ0dgPHIX8/s72-c/ali.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-6053075738562039605</id><published>2009-10-08T01:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:49:28.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lots to blog on. doing</title><content type='html'>lots to blog on. doing this one via text. my boss told me today that i have a negative spirit because i didnt car  4 moNiques show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-6053075738562039605?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6053075738562039605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=6053075738562039605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6053075738562039605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6053075738562039605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/lots-to-blog-on-doing.html' title='lots to blog on. doing'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-1707946016964977649</id><published>2009-08-28T11:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:25:09.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Spf21WJDJII/AAAAAAAAAOc/263OfrKRrKA/s1600-h/0828090755-709350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Spf21WJDJII/AAAAAAAAAOc/263OfrKRrKA/s320/0828090755-709350.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036076627010690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Spf21y7i70I/AAAAAAAAAOk/rm3EUDD1IMc/s1600-h/0828090754-711129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Spf21y7i70I/AAAAAAAAAOk/rm3EUDD1IMc/s320/0828090754-711129.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036084355002178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i made southwest ga living mag. get yours today! heres a nippet until i get to my computer. &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabfunkydiva.com"&gt;fabfunkydiva.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-1707946016964977649?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1707946016964977649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=1707946016964977649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/1707946016964977649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/1707946016964977649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-southwest-ga-living-mag.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Spf21WJDJII/AAAAAAAAAOc/263OfrKRrKA/s72-c/0828090755-709350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8371549243276517254</id><published>2009-08-08T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:01:22.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*OTc2MTI2MzE2OCZwdD*xMjQ5NzYxNjMyMDM3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*1YmY3OGVhOWZjYzk*OGFkOGQ3YmM5OTU*ODFmODdjZCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/ANIGHTONTHETOWN.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8371549243276517254?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8371549243276517254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8371549243276517254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8371549243276517254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8371549243276517254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8195621862452375931</id><published>2009-04-24T01:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:45:15.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you do?</title><content type='html'>i have my suspicions. i'm trying to see them through. i want to know...baby are you true? it taunts me. it drives me. it consumes me. please...i need to know. if you are betraying me.  i need to know. i have to know...if your my dream or the lowest of the low...a typical joe. just be true...cause i love you. please please please don't disappoint me. otherwise...this diva's rath, WILL BE! and you will be a part of the witches brew. best believe...everyone will feel sorry for you.  please be true. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8195621862452375931?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8195621862452375931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8195621862452375931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8195621862452375931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8195621862452375931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-my-suspicions.html' title='what do you do?'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-6547658823771038188</id><published>2009-04-15T15:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:12:55.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER THIS SHOW?  SIFL &amp; OLLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=69056256004911301&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-6547658823771038188?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6547658823771038188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=6547658823771038188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6547658823771038188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6547658823771038188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-this-show-sifl-olly.html' title='REMEMBER THIS SHOW?  SIFL &amp;amp; OLLY'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-387254951972319236</id><published>2008-11-16T20:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:52:19.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S THE WAY OF THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SSDGyWqvUHI/AAAAAAAAALk/t5GeE7FvJK0/s1600-h/1101081124_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SSDGyWqvUHI/AAAAAAAAALk/t5GeE7FvJK0/s320/1101081124_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269430132404080754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! It's been a little over a week and I'm STILL speechless! I'm so overjoyed.  You know...the funny/weird thing is...In this past week...I've seen so many people of color begin to work on getting their shit together...including myself.  For me...seems like things are just falling into place and I totally give GOD the glory regarding that but there are so many other people who didn't thing that there would be someone who had overcome so many obstacles to actually WIN the Presidency.  Everyone has said...THERE IS NO EXCUSE NOW! I love it! There was never an excuse in this century but people hid behind them.  Now...they see...with their own eyes.  It's like a miracle manifesting. I love it. You know what they say about GOD, in reference to him showing up....HE SHOWS OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SSDGpj2QHWI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZhDM1MZqvwU/s1600-h/081117_r17953_p465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SSDGpj2QHWI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZhDM1MZqvwU/s200/081117_r17953_p465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269429981323205986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still TONS of haters out there but this election has inspired so many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-387254951972319236?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/387254951972319236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=387254951972319236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/387254951972319236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/387254951972319236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-way-of-world.html' title='THAT&apos;S THE WAY OF THE WORLD'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SSDGyWqvUHI/AAAAAAAAALk/t5GeE7FvJK0/s72-c/1101081124_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-6499492720792072260</id><published>2008-10-24T12:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:32:42.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/2969782098/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2969782098_534d4c8d65.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/2969782098/"&gt;priceless&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;a picture is worth a thousand words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-6499492720792072260?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6499492720792072260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=6499492720792072260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6499492720792072260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6499492720792072260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/10/priceless.html' title='priceless'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2969782098_534d4c8d65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-7910878288991723267</id><published>2008-10-22T18:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:45:55.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NIECES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/2965591498/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2965591498_89288dec77_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/2965591498/"&gt;MADISON &amp;amp; MORGAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay...think it's been a minute since you've seen the nieces so....HERE YA GO!!! Madison is 3 and Morgan turns the big 01 next week!  I'm so in love.  The best part is that I can totally love on them and GIVE THEM BACK!!!  Ain't Singledom GRAND?  Haters!!! teehee&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-7910878288991723267?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7910878288991723267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=7910878288991723267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7910878288991723267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7910878288991723267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/10/nieces.html' title='THE NIECES'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2965591498_89288dec77_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-3836602262027100943</id><published>2008-10-15T14:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:12:15.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOST HATED BLACK MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SPY8j9cGBTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XPs8HKdHT4Y/s1600-h/6a00d8341c6ca453ef00e550684a5d8833-150wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SPY8j9cGBTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XPs8HKdHT4Y/s200/6a00d8341c6ca453ef00e550684a5d8833-150wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257456203487118642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behold! The most Hated Black (questionable) Man in America.  James T. Harris...a conservative radio host (black republican - oxyMORON!) that personally told McCaint at a rally to "take down O'Bama!"  I mean...it was more like begging and pleading Massa McCaint.....get that "field N"  It was PATHETIC!  It's one thing to believe what you want regarding politics and religion...but it's another to tell someone to take another down.  Political Black on Black CRIME!!  &lt;span&gt;If you see him in the streets say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHAME ON YOU!! &lt;/span&gt;BETCHA MAKE YOUR MOM PROUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Reach out to the "so called brotha"&lt;a href="http://www.620wtmj.com/shows/jamestharris"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND CNN...DON'T GIVE THIS DUMB ASS ANYMORE AIRTIME PLEASE... "I'M BEGGING YOU?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-3836602262027100943?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3836602262027100943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=3836602262027100943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/3836602262027100943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/3836602262027100943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/10/most-hated-black-man.html' title='THE MOST HATED BLACK MAN'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SPY8j9cGBTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XPs8HKdHT4Y/s72-c/6a00d8341c6ca453ef00e550684a5d8833-150wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-6312992729858937815</id><published>2008-09-07T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:17:29.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uppity Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbyladybug/1768766835/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/1768766835_dea4374f47.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbyladybug/1768766835/"&gt;Uppity Negro&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/abbyladybug/"&gt;abbyladybug&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why don't people get it?  In the South, you were called that if you wanted an education, if you were articulate, you wanted to rise above the "norm."  People called you "Uppity" if they thought you "didn't know your place."  I think UPPITY is a good thing.  It implies that one is PROUD and Loves Him/Her Self...therefore wanting to be and "knowing" that you are BETTER.  Not to say that everyone is beneath you but honestly...if GOD is the King (which he is) and we are his children then.....COME ON!  We are better!  Better than what or who and how you treat that/them...is up to you. UPPITY NEGROS UNITE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-6312992729858937815?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6312992729858937815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=6312992729858937815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6312992729858937815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6312992729858937815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/09/uppity-negro.html' title='Uppity Negro'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/1768766835_dea4374f47_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-4163318442679550087</id><published>2008-09-04T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:42:25.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama Campaign Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.flickr.com/photos/78548168@N00/1221833764/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 445px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SMBCjOndD3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3xrOvZAgJf4/s400/1221833764_0c00c941f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242263139245690738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BARACK has lit a fire like no other candidate has in years.  This is the kind of energy America needs.  It makes me proud again. Oh...and I don't want to hear it from the people that question my patriotism as a result.  I've been ashamed of the way Bush and arrogant Americans behave.  We are all GOD'S kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-4163318442679550087?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4163318442679550087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=4163318442679550087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/4163318442679550087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/4163318442679550087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/09/barack-obama-campaign-poster_04.html' title='Barack Obama Campaign Poster'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SMBCjOndD3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3xrOvZAgJf4/s72-c/1221833764_0c00c941f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-6008699896937678299</id><published>2008-05-23T12:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:25.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I/WE PROTEST!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SDb5GbPhgoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/w-Wsa7AAxRA/s1600-h/DSCF4718+dotty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203620308260586114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SDb5GbPhgoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/w-Wsa7AAxRA/s320/DSCF4718+dotty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gas prices SUCK so bad that my co-worker, in protest...rode a horse to work. Pretty brilliant, hunh? She works for the country station in the building so it was dam near perfect for publicity, considering that we are in the ratings period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left me thinking...what could a sista do? Can't mess up the hair....so what option is there for us? curious...just one of those things that make you go, hhmmm......discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...did you ever think that gas would get to 4bucks a gallon. Thats a f*ing meal at McDonalds. And since when is it cheaper to go out to dinner than buying groceries and eating at home?...since NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking Republicans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-6008699896937678299?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6008699896937678299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=6008699896937678299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6008699896937678299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/6008699896937678299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/05/iwe-protest.html' title='I/WE PROTEST!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/SDb5GbPhgoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/w-Wsa7AAxRA/s72-c/DSCF4718+dotty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-4826162463703881188</id><published>2008-05-18T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:42:23.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't posted in FOREVER! My life has been chaos. I started a new position with another radio group and I've been...ALOT overwhelmed. I haven't done any art work...I SUCK! The cool thing is that the niece is growing into a little burst of comedy. Check her out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4048705159289fca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4048705159289fca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120945%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4325C6C1E49C1FB8A71A6E0E5ED25538CF690E45.2CBCB7EE15DEF598153DBB328BD16D24DB12171%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4048705159289fca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCJJjhHpjVn8RwBuJe008gosrCBs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4048705159289fca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120945%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4325C6C1E49C1FB8A71A6E0E5ED25538CF690E45.2CBCB7EE15DEF598153DBB328BD16D24DB12171%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4048705159289fca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCJJjhHpjVn8RwBuJe008gosrCBs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That child cracks me up.  You know....I really try to blog.  I even got a friend of mine to contribute, but...she fell off too. I've gotta do better in more ways than one.  Check ya later...jazzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-4826162463703881188?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4048705159289fca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4826162463703881188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=4826162463703881188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/4826162463703881188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/4826162463703881188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-2652728378832368607</id><published>2008-01-22T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:28:38.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN YOU BLAME HIM?</title><content type='html'>DID YOU SEE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpEckWHSvXk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpEckWHSvXk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.  This is my problem with church. I think with the net, videos, high tech cell phones, tivo...whatever...we need something that will help our A.D.D. in church.  Sitting still and listening to someone preach ain't cuttin' it...at least for me, it isn't.  I (kinda ashamed to admit) even downloaded I guess Verizon's version of "The Church" on my phone.  It's just quickie passages from the Bible to help you through the day.  It's WAY more interesting than a lot of churches I've gone to.  Remember those Black History Month programs we used to have in the auditorium in elementary &amp;amp; high school?  Man, if there was no "entertainment" (theatre, singing, dancing...something) and we just had a series of speakers....we were nodding off.  Hey, I can't blame Bill.  Ya gotta love him.  But I'M STILL VOTING FOR BARAK! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-2652728378832368607?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2652728378832368607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=2652728378832368607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/2652728378832368607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/2652728378832368607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-you-blame-him.html' title='CAN YOU BLAME HIM?'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-1680901670243969641</id><published>2007-11-19T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:42:13.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Layaway</title><content type='html'>My first semester of college was an exciting time.  I hailed from a small town outside of Delaware that had a complete lack of social activity &lt;em&gt;(ten black people, fifteen, tops)&lt;/em&gt;.  In addition, I had an unfortunate sense of style &lt;em&gt;(sausage bangs)&lt;/em&gt; that followed me through my high school years.  This lack of social activity applied particularly to the lack of viable dating options.  Don’t get me wrong, there were black men to be found.  However, where I lived, the very few black men in town liked their women somewhat lighter &lt;em&gt;(white)&lt;/em&gt; than myself.  In fact, rather than “The Home of Tax Free Shopping,” Delaware’s motto should have been: “A White Woman for Every Black Man.”  You think I’m kidding.  But, any lonely black woman from Wilmington who has ever attempted to get the black guy behind the bar to serve her a drink knows I speak the truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta was, to me, the proverbial buffet: plentiful and satisfying.  So, like the fat girl at a smorgasbord, I was piling as much as I could on my plate at one time.  And I was going back for seconds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few months were a heady experience.  I spent my time being courted by various and sundry men, I stayed up until sunrise taking walks and talking, I played cards and could talk trash with the best of them.  But I noticed something strange as time went on.  The guys that I was spending time with seemed to like me, in fact, they were downright giddy.  But after a couple of weeks I would see these same guys spending their time with women that were . . .  how can I put this delicately &lt;em&gt;(Janice Rossi)&lt;/em&gt; WHORES. When I finally got up the never to call a potential suitor on his BS, he revealed something that I believe led to the eventual revocation of his Playa’ Card.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I really like you.  And eventually, when I’m ready to settle down, you’ll be the girl I’ll want to marry.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned.  It was then that I realized that the home training, my good girl demeanor, and everything that my parents drilled into my head &lt;em&gt;(keep a quarter in your bra in case the boy gets fresh and you have to find a ride home)&lt;/em&gt; had brought me to this point.  I was a dedicated, loyal, and creative girlfriend.  I was as wholesome as whole wheat bread.  I was the kind of woman that a man would be proud to call his wife.  A woman that a man would be proud to have bear his children.  I was the kind of woman a man would want to settle down with just as soon as he stopped &lt;strong&gt;fucking &lt;/strong&gt;everything in sight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like the shopping system of the same name, relationship layaway has a simple, but ingenious premise.  You meet a girl.  She fits you, looks nice on your arm, and you know that she is a timeless piece that will become an integral part of the wardrobe of your life.  She’s also really expensive: mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  Dating her would require personal sacrifice and some serious reduction in the other cheaper women that you’re life closet is currently cluttered with.  Unwilling, or unable, to pay the price there is only one real solution for the horny, teenage college male: layaway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like that winter coat that you want in the summer, sometimes the best thing is to have the nice store people to put it on hold.  Payments are still made, but they are nominal at best.  The item in question languishes in purgatory until you return to retrieve it.  Or not.  But, as any savvy shopper knows, things on hold have a tendency to disappear from one day to the next.  Similarly, a woman sitting on the sidelines watching the man she loves behave like everyday is Madi Gras &lt;em&gt;(show us your tits!)&lt;/em&gt; will eventually tire of being unable to join in the festivities.  For me, the culmination of this was an embarrassing little incident involving my standing in the college square screaming into the sky in frustration &lt;em&gt;(both sexual and emotional)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went.  I was unwilling to become “that girl” and they were unwilling to give up a diverse dating life.  In the intervening years I’ve been put on layaway by the best of them: doctors, professors, and at least one Secret Service Agent &lt;em&gt;(the secret: he couldn’t commit)&lt;/em&gt;.  Years later, I still get phone calls from those old beaus of college past.  Some have settled down and found a partner.  Others are still looking.  I know what they’re doing; it’s just like old times: they’re still checking to see if the piece they left is on hold, still waiting to be claimed.  But I know I’m worth more than they’re willing to pay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m worth more than layaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-1680901670243969641?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1680901670243969641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=1680901670243969641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/1680901670243969641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/1680901670243969641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/11/layaway.html' title='Layaway'/><author><name>Haviland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012289551773228088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-7403756770549091680</id><published>2007-11-06T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:26:16.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DARK THOUGHTS about PLAN B</title><content type='html'>Funny....how relationships go. Funny....the differences between men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was watching Desperate Housewives and the whole Carlos, Edie and Gabby thing is killing me. They are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Carlos actually thought that Edie wouldn't have a plan B. All women have a plan....and a plan B. We've seen too often what happens when you don't have a plan B. Exhibit A...Bernie (Angela Bassit in Waiting to Exhale). I know...you're thinking...that's just the movies, not real life. Think about...they get that shit from somewhere. What's a plan B anyway? Well, It can be anything...... revenge (hell hath no fury like a woman scorned), success (nothing says i'm better than you...you LOSER! like focusing on being the epitome of success), THE MONEY STASH (money won't make ya happy but will sure comfort you through a depression), THE ESCAPE ROUTE (for those that feel trapped in a relationship, so much so...they have to plan and execute a getaway), roots (we've all heard the stories about what NOT to eat), a lover (because, the best way to get over someone is with someone else), people fake illnesses or pass them...as a plan B, and...i've even seen some women go all out and get knocked up...as a plan B. It can really be ANYTHING! That's the beauty/evil of it....you never know what's eating away at their brain. I only scratched the surface....because we know what Carlos has cooked up for Edie, BUT like her "staged" suicide attempt....I'm sure she'll find a way to flip the script.  Can't wait to see how it all unravels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful and try to treat your loved one like they deserve to be treated. When a woman decides to break down the barriers to let you in... She loves hard.  Once she falls and is forced to get up, SCATTER! because there will be hell to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know......I can totally relate to Edie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-7403756770549091680?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7403756770549091680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=7403756770549091680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7403756770549091680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7403756770549091680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/11/dark-thoughts.html' title='DARK THOUGHTS about PLAN B'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8570830909903889439</id><published>2007-10-16T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:03:35.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Wally</title><content type='html'>Lately I’ve been pining over the loss of my best friend.  No, he didn’t die.  Worse . . . he moved to Atlanta.  In the process, we both lost a soul mate, you know, without the sex or possibility of marriage.  A Grace without a Will, I’ve immersed myself in retail therapy in order to recover.  Only problem is, there’s nothing remotely resembling retail in my fair town.  So, I tried to lose myself in the club scene, only to realize that my town doesn’t boast much of one.  In fact, there’s only one place that I know of that mixes the best of both worlds: the retail therapy I needed with the kind of balling and flossing only seen in the nicest clubs.  That place?  Wal-Mart.  Yeah, I said it, Wal-Mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My first encounter with Club Wally came when I first moved here nearly four years ago.  A newly minted girlfriend, I’ll call her “Bootie,” &lt;em&gt;(due to an obvious and prominent part of her anatomy)&lt;/em&gt; called me at around 10 pm on Saturday night and asked me if I wanted to go to Wal-Mart.  Figuring she was taking me on a pity errand, I readily agreed and threw on my jeans, tennis shoes, and collegiate sweatshirt.  When I opened the door 30 minutes later, I was greeted with what I can only describe as full hoochie regalia.  Bootie was decked out in dark denim, heels, and a top that damn near showed her navel.  That was in addition to perfectly coiffed hair and full face.  She raked me from head to toe with a critical glance and announced, “You’re going to Wal-Mart in that?” &lt;em&gt;(funny, I was thinking the exact same thing).  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ten minutes later, I had been cajoled into a somewhat nicer top and a pair of heels and was on my way.  Honestly, I didn’t realize what all the fuss was about until I got there.  At 11 pm on a Saturday the parking lot was packed.  Caddys, spinners, and hoo-rides dominated the parking lot.  And when we went inside . . .  Well, I’m not that descriptive of a writer just yet.  I can say, however, that men had their full club prowl on.  As I watched my friend preen and flirt with a gang of dudes, her cart empty, I realized that the point of this trip wasn’t shopping at all &lt;em&gt;(I know, I’m slow on the uptake).&lt;/em&gt;  Now, I’m not a huge fan of being hit up at the club.  But, I at least get a free drink out of it and know when I go that I’m going to get the full-court press from a bunch of sloppy drunk black men.  However, getting ambushed by the feminine hygiene section is where I draw the line.  There is nothing less sexy than a guy trying to ask for your number while your cart is trapped between the Massengil and Always pantyliners &lt;em&gt;(silly me, I was actually there to shop).&lt;/em&gt; Somehow, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t see myself explaining to my future children that mommy met daddy while trolling for the lowest price on contact lens solution.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     An hour later, she had four phone numbers and I had a headache, a Brita water pitcher, and a family sized pack of maxi pads.  I also learned that this madness wasn’t limited to the local area, as the license plates in the parking lot attested to people coming from as far as an hour away to partake in the happening social scene known as Club Wally.  As we headed for home, I made several mental notes to self: 1) My new friend’s boy-craziness may eventually end our association &lt;em&gt;(it did)&lt;/em&gt; 2) My new town is really hard up for things to do &lt;em&gt;(it is)&lt;/em&gt; and 3) never go to the Wal-Mart on a weekend.  However, being the only 24 hour place in town, it has been quite difficult to adhere to that last part, particularly when when I'm bored at 1 am on a Saturday and nothing except for a browse through the cosmetic aisle and a pair of new panties will do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When those occasions do come, I throw on a cute t-shirt and my tightest pair of jeans, slick on some lipstick, &lt;em&gt;(what can I say, I’m a slave to social norms)&lt;/em&gt; and head out to the club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8570830909903889439?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8570830909903889439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8570830909903889439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8570830909903889439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8570830909903889439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/10/club-wally.html' title='Club Wally'/><author><name>Haviland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012289551773228088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-7814098159420948898</id><published>2007-09-28T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:29:15.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dog, Old Tricks</title><content type='html'>Recently, I celebrated my 30th birthday.  And it appears that the entire male population of my city got the message.  I say this, because it seems that overnight, my options have changed.  Gone is the single man, unencumbered and afraid of commitment.  He has been replaced with the divorced man, encumbered by alimony, child support, and kids . . . and afraid of commitment.  How this switcheroo happened, I will never know.  But it appears that I am treading much the same shark infested waters as before, but the sharks have been through at least one bad marriage which they can point to in order to justify their player ways.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first candidate I met can only be described as my FGF, my Fluffy Girl Fantasy.  For those of you who are not aware, mainly because you were not and never have been fluffy &lt;em&gt;(damn you to Hades)&lt;/em&gt; the FGF is the guy that in high school you always promised that you would land 10 years later.  He’s the guy that would come with your new body and massive amounts of disposable income.  He’s the guy you would take to your 10 year high school reunion just so you could show everyone how damn fabulous you became!  Okay, I’m regressing.  Anyway, he was the brass ring.  And interestingly enough, he expressed a marked interest in me.  He was also in the process of a divorce, and with a soon to be ex-wife in California was on the “out of sight, out of mind” tip.  He had two children &lt;em&gt;(one in town, one with the soon to be ex-wife)&lt;/em&gt; and a determination to cut a swath through the entire female population of our fair city.  Starting, it seems, with me.  We had fun . . . there was plenty of witty banter, lots of alcohol involved, and at least one make-out session behind one of the many dive clubs our city has to offer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the inevitable invite home.  I always assumed that divorced men would a least be a little rusty on their game.  As I fought off the four hands he grew, I realized that I was clearly mistaken.  It seems that the one advantage God gave the recent divorcee is an overabundance of game.   I now believe that married men, like squirrels, store up their game for the inevitable cold winter they see coming.  Within seconds, there was a hand up my skirt, a tongue down my throat, and an unhooked bra digging into my back . . .  it was like an After School Special.  After pulling myself together and belatedly lodging my objections to his still married status, he hit me with possibly the stupidest reasoning I have ever heard.  He explained that he really wasn’t married due to a snafu in filing and therefore was really not in the process of getting a divorce, although his lawyer advised him to still get one.  I know, I know, let the ridiculousness sink in.  Now clearly, based on this interaction, I’m a complete ho, but I definitely am not stupid.  I rolled my eyes and wrenched myself away with my dignity &lt;em&gt;(and clothing)&lt;/em&gt; relatively intact and beat a path out of his lair.  Needless to say, I didn’t call him again and he moved on to easier prey, specifically, an embryo by the name of Tiffany.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks later, opportunity reared its ugly head yet again.  I had decided to allow my loins, not my ego, to make my next choice, and it chose a doozey.   He was funny, handsome, and smart.  He also had two ex-wives and four children.  My loins ignored the flatbed of baggage pulling up behind him.  Over the next couple of months we hung out and got to know each other; I met his friends, he tried my lasagna.  But my loins urged for a faster disposition in this matter.  In order to get my brain to look the other way on this less than genius choice &lt;em&gt;(my loins only have a fourth grade education)&lt;/em&gt; I did what any self-respecting female in a similar situation would do &lt;em&gt;(I got a bottle of Patron and I got sh*tfaced)&lt;/em&gt;. The next morning, I awoke with a rolling stomach, and gum tangled in the bird’s nest of hair on top of my head.  My loins sighed, content.  My mind however, was horrified at what had happened while it was on it’s tequila soaked vacation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, I was getting the oh-so predictable “I’m not ready to get serious with anyone right now” speech.  Clearly, the single men have been sharing their material with the recently divorced.  We still speak, but now with that awkward, stilted tone of two people who have unadvisedly seen each other naked.  But I have learned a valuable lesson from my first few months as a 30 year old single woman.  The man may change, but the game remains the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-7814098159420948898?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7814098159420948898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=7814098159420948898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7814098159420948898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7814098159420948898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-dog-old-tricks.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;New Dog, Old Tricks&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Haviland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012289551773228088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-2755758348994938671</id><published>2007-09-28T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:27:02.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now Let Me Introduce Myself . . .</title><content type='html'>Hello to all those in bloggerland.  My name is Haviland.  I felt it was necessary to give an intro before making my offering at the Altar of the Blog.  I am 30 years old and a diva who has only recently come into my own.  Some would say that I've always been a diva (particularly my older sibling) but I would like to believe it is only in the last 5 years that my diva-ness has fully blossomed.  Some divas are born, this one was made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jazz, for allowing su casa to be mi casa, if only for a little while.  I'll try not to make to much of a mess . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, with no further ado . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-2755758348994938671?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2755758348994938671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=2755758348994938671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/2755758348994938671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/2755758348994938671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-now-let-me-introduce-myself.html' title='And Now Let Me Introduce Myself . . .'/><author><name>Haviland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10012289551773228088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-3511147986182938078</id><published>2007-09-27T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:26:48.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW DAY, A NEW BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>So get this....I suck at keeping this blog up so...I decided to ask a friend and fellow diva of mine to assist me in entertaining you with the glimpse in the life of fabulous and funky divas. Let's call her Haviland. (she chose the name) I dug the character. Know the movie? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-3511147986182938078?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3511147986182938078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=3511147986182938078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/3511147986182938078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/3511147986182938078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-day-new-beginning.html' title='A NEW DAY, A NEW BEGINNING'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-1618135541075174862</id><published>2007-08-25T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:26.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ON AND POPPIN'</title><content type='html'>LOTSA LOTSA GOOD, BAD and UGLY STUFF going down on this end. Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer, had to undergo radiation. The sis is pregnant so, she can't be anywhere near him which is bummin' both of them out. On the postitive tip though.... his health and spirits are wonderful. I'm so proud of him. He's so high on life right now. I have never seen my dad like this. It's intoxicating. He kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job dealio is crazy. Got news coming but....for now.....mums the word. (i'm sworn to secrecy) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rs-wJRDyAHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ik689jOy12Q/s1600-h/food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102490576078635122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rs-wJRDyAHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ik689jOy12Q/s200/food.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... ME ART! Well...I've been so excited...I can't eat...all that much (teehee),&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, IT WAS MEXICAN!! You gotta eat it. Delicio-so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WEBSITE IS UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out and hit me up via email. Love you guys....I'll catch up with you this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up and as usual....GOD IS SHOWING OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***DUH...can't believe I asked you to check it out without posting the url.  My Bad... &lt;a href="http://www.fabfunkydiva.com/"&gt;www.fabfunkydiva.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-1618135541075174862?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1618135541075174862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=1618135541075174862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/1618135541075174862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/1618135541075174862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-on-and-poppin.html' title='IT&apos;S ON AND POPPIN&apos;'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rs-wJRDyAHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ik689jOy12Q/s72-c/food.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-51981333286252563</id><published>2007-07-30T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:13:17.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG CHECK OUT THE NIECE</title><content type='html'>SHE'S A STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx5lfA1FU5s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx5lfA1FU5s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-51981333286252563?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/51981333286252563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=51981333286252563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/51981333286252563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/51981333286252563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-check-out-niece.html' title='OMG CHECK OUT THE NIECE'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-7359982416446500631</id><published>2007-07-27T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:26.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY DOG....AND MIKE VICK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RqpyK_uDeuI/AAAAAAAAADU/kGDiliBUnU4/s1600-h/Vick%2520listening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092007861924625122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RqpyK_uDeuI/AAAAAAAAADU/kGDiliBUnU4/s200/Vick%2520listening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love those Atlanta Falcons...win or lose. Michael Vick has been getting terrible press regarding his indictment. I'm a firm believer in being innocent until proven guilty. The government has had crappy cases before. Maybe they have a strong case against his couterparts and because he owned the house, he's considered "guilty." I don't know,...and that's just the thing....we don't know. We just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all bothers me. I'd like for the stars to be responsible. I mean everyone from entertainers (lohan, usher, rappers, etc.), atheletes, politicians, cops...everyone! to be responsible about what they say and do. I know stuff happens, no one's perfect and mistakes are made. I just wish people considered that, ...when you are in the spotlight...the world is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, alot of famous people, that came from nothing...like to go back and bring up the people that were at the "bottom" with them. Most times...this is the dang problem. If those people had the drive and determination to come up...they would be up. Misery loves company. Usually, they tend to drag down the very people that try to help them. Whatever happened to the whole...teach a man to fish deal? I'm off the subject again...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...a wrestler just killed himself and his family and eventhough it got loads of press, it didn't get this kind of negative press. It's like Vicks being made out to be pure evil (when he hasn't even gone to court yet), and this man killed his own son with a wrestling move, and whatta ya know? People chose to focus on the steroids making him do it. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rqp5KfuDevI/AAAAAAAAADc/bbN3WM-lM7Y/s1600-h/MY+ART+12157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092015549916084978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rqp5KfuDevI/AAAAAAAAADc/bbN3WM-lM7Y/s200/MY+ART+12157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my poopy. Isn't he cute? This is his summer do...it's hot here. He's hyper as hell! I love him to pieces. I loved that PETA protects the rights of animals, but when they are going after people that haven't been convicted of anything or threatening to kill people because they wear/or design clothes using fur (J-Lo)...then they aren't the organization I thought they were. I never knew they could be so darn ruthless. I believe in hugging trees but some of you guys take it too far, like some people treat religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned lots about the chicken slaughter houses and I think twice before going to KFC. (think twice...didn't say i'd stop eating there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that bad? We hear all these crazy stories about Chinese food being made with dogs and cats.....we eat it still. (well, most of us. Chinese is good, i'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting off the subject, again. That's what I love about blogs....I can just vent. I don't have to have a shouting match. I don't have to deal with the blood pressure rising. NADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just speak my peace via internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that some people are really getting into the racial issue on this whole thing? I checked out this one blog, and someone was commenting on how the animals were being mistreated and murdered. Then someone responded to that comment by comparing how slaves were treated. Then someone else responded by throwing in the "N-Word!" Saying that was all that Michael Vick was. WOW....can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe ANY living thing or person should ever be mistreated. We belong to GOD. Well, some of us, GOD may opt to throw some of us back, like fish. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this whole situation is something that Mike Vick will have to deal with and I hope that HE IS and IS found Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foul thing is....even if he is found innocent, he'll never live this down. Sad world we live in. It's filled with a bunch of Self-Righteous Bastards....from the idiots that approved and wanted this war, to the ones that find it entertaining to watch animals kill eachother to the ones that wage war on the POSSIBLE innocent. SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...I feel better now. Off the Soap Box...Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...GO FALCONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-7359982416446500631?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7359982416446500631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=7359982416446500631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7359982416446500631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/7359982416446500631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-my-dogand-mike-vick.html' title='I LOVE MY DOG....AND MIKE VICK!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RqpyK_uDeuI/AAAAAAAAADU/kGDiliBUnU4/s72-c/Vick%2520listening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-3861165889927242995</id><published>2007-07-20T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:54:43.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Niece is at it again......</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/the%20fabulous%20and%20funky%20world%20of%20a%20diva/8fe51406.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-3861165889927242995?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3861165889927242995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=3861165889927242995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/3861165889927242995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/3861165889927242995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/07/niece-is-at-it-again.html' title='The Niece is at it again......'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8218954002170548624</id><published>2007-06-25T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:27.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B-DAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rn9R3IQ0dXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YVVO-cXHbBw/s1600-h/jazz+at+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079868912249894258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rn9R3IQ0dXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YVVO-cXHbBw/s200/jazz+at+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW! Look at me, blowing out my candles on my Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs cake.  I was 6yrs old.  Funny how time flies. I never thought I'd see 38. Not in a "live by the sword, die by it" way...but in a "can't imagine life past my 20's" kinda way. I just thought that maybe the world would end or something. I'm digging the opportunity to grow old. I'd love to live well into my eighties. Well...if there is a world left when these Republicans are done with us. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....Things have to change. I really can't imagine being 40 and doing radio. I just don't want to be an old ass dj. Can you feel me? I've been working like crazy on my art. Marketing and working on your dreams, while holding down a full-time job is a BITCH! But...you know what they say....anything worth having, hunh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've started and stopped, started and stopped and started again and I REFUSE TO GIVE UP! My Birthday present to myself....is to keep pushing! Somethings got to give.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8218954002170548624?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8218954002170548624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8218954002170548624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8218954002170548624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8218954002170548624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-b-day-to-me.html' title='HAPPY B-DAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Rn9R3IQ0dXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YVVO-cXHbBw/s72-c/jazz+at+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8963229827872249925</id><published>2007-05-20T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:29.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday TV</title><content type='html'>Eww....have you ever gone back and read some of your posts and FREAKED over the spelling errors? I apologize. I can spell...honest. Apparently, I can't spell and think at once. (teehee) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....Caught Flavor of Love Charm School and you know....I used to be a Shay/Buckee Fan but the stuff they did today ticked me off. It's one thing to play pranks and totally another to let someone else take the fall. My new favorite is Leiline/Smiley. What's up with Safari? I mean...I don't mean to be judgemental but come on. If it's all that.....if you are that broke.....do you spend 100plus dollars for UGG boots? Do you buy Multi-color weave? I'm just saying.....it's suspect. The beauticians I know, make mad money....whether they get alot of clients are not. Wanna know who was kicked off? It was foul the way it went down, too. See for yourself...&lt;a class="undefined" href="http://www.vh1.com/vspot/player.jhtml?name=shows&amp;id=1559726&amp;amp;purl=http://www.vh1.com/shows/series/charm_school/splash.jhtml&amp;launchedFrom=/" target="_blank"&gt;check out the episode.&lt;/a&gt; I hate I like this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlD-TxcZgJI/AAAAAAAAABs/4AIOE1l5oIA/s1600-h/JILLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066829196435226770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlD-TxcZgJI/AAAAAAAAABs/4AIOE1l5oIA/s200/JILLY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been wondering where Jill Scott has been. She got married and disappeared. I had to check out &lt;a href="http://www.okayplayer.com"&gt;www.okayplayer.com&lt;/a&gt; to see if there were any developments. JILL....WE MUST HAVE NEW SONGS! You too Erykah Badu, Maxwell, Mos Def and D'Angelo. What the hell is going on? Well, on the other end of ?uestlove of The Roots is that chick from England, Amy Winehouse and ya'll...this girl has soul. I'm digging her stuff.  I wondered who the hell she was because gossip sites like tmz and perez hilton were constantly calling her crackhead like names.  Whatever! with all that madness you'll love her.  &lt;a class="undefined" href="http://www.okayplayer.com/amywinehouse/" target="_blank"&gt;Check out her spot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you guys see the &lt;a class="undefined" href="http://www.kirotv.com/news/13314442/detail.html" target="_blank"&gt;video &lt;/a&gt;of that PUNK that carjacked the 91yr old WWII Vet and punched&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlECVBcZgLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZXWH6xTDKuQ/s1600-h/wwii+vet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066833615956574386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlECVBcZgLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZXWH6xTDKuQ/s200/wwii+vet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; him in the face like 22 times? Where's the petition for this? This guy should never see the light of day again. Why don't we just bring back the chain-gang? That will scare people straight. Noone would even have to worry about getting raped in jail because they'd be too tire from earning their keep. I say...work hard labor (work that this country pays illegal immigrants pennies to do), eat bread and water, black and white tv, old used books, and church all day. Jail should be punishment. And don't get me started on Paris Hilton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My television was on VH-1 all weekend. Seriously, it's sad that VH-1 has replaced MTV in coolness. They (meaning VH-1) even play actual videos. WOW. Anyway...I was checking out Celebrity Fit Club because I need the inspiration but also....it was supposed to be good today. Harvey went off and they REALLY had to hold him back. Screech is Pathetic. &lt;a class="undefined" href="http://www.vh1.com/vspot/player.jhtml?name=shows&amp;id=1559962&amp;amp;purl=/shows/dyn/celebrity_fit_club_5/series.jhtml&amp;launchedFrom=/" target="_blank"&gt;Check it out here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlED9hcZgNI/AAAAAAAAACM/R7ALMrTKQ14/s1600-h/Cledus%2520T_%2520Judd-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066835411252904146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlED9hcZgNI/AAAAAAAAACM/R7ALMrTKQ14/s200/Cledus%2520T_%2520Judd-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I personally think he's there for TV's sake. I guess that's why they do reality shows anyway. At some point, shouldn't you care about what the general perception is of you? curious.... Oh and Kimberly Locke...I love you girl but I need to see the sistah in you slap his punk ass one time. From the looks of it Brat and Cletus (not Warren G.) has your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlDcuBcZgII/AAAAAAAAABk/zEXEeQXkJ0g/s1600-h/left+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlD-7xcZgKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fNafmUiFVLE/s1600-h/cornelwest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066829883629994146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlD-7xcZgKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fNafmUiFVLE/s200/cornelwest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hidden Beach records (the label that gave us Jill Scott) is set to release &lt;a class="undefined" href="http://board.okayplayer.com/okp.php?az=show_topic&amp;forum=3&amp;amp;topic_id=147610" target="_blank"&gt;a debut LP from... Dr. Cornel West&lt;/a&gt;! It will probably be a spoken word album with lots of knowledge. Word has it that the album is set to feature Talib Kweli, Black Thought, KRS-One, Andre 3000, Rhymefest, Rah Digga, M-1 of Dead Prez, Prince, Dave Hollister, Malik Yusef, and Gerald Levert. If you don't know who Cornel West is....SHAME ON YOU! &lt;a class="undefined" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornel_West" target="_blank"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlDcuBcZgII/AAAAAAAAABk/zEXEeQXkJ0g/s1600-h/left+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066792264011448450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlDcuBcZgII/AAAAAAAAABk/zEXEeQXkJ0g/s200/left+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you check out VH-1's Rock Documentary, The Last Days of Left Eye? Pretty deep. It's funny....NOW the record company releases the album she wanted her American fans to hear. This business is UGLY! If you missed it...&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/vh1_rock_docs/108066/episode.jhtml"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah....don't know if you know this but if you ever checked out unreleased cuts on TLC's Crazy Sexy Cool cd or you remember No Scrubs, you'd know to be on the look out for the new cd that Chilli's about to drop. She's got skills and I can't wait to check it out. I think she's gonna spill the beans on the Dallas Austin/Usher relationships in her music as well. Should be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8963229827872249925?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8963229827872249925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8963229827872249925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8963229827872249925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8963229827872249925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title='Sunday TV'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RlD-TxcZgJI/AAAAAAAAABs/4AIOE1l5oIA/s72-c/JILLY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-4101573604411600864</id><published>2007-04-22T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:30.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYING CATCH-UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwqN6HplrI/AAAAAAAAABc/JbYzE34uRbY/s1600-h/michelleobama1-767085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056462900058232498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwqN6HplrI/AAAAAAAAABc/JbYzE34uRbY/s320/michelleobama1-767085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barak Obama's wife, Michelle talking to the Chicago Tribune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I heard that growing up, 'You talk like a white girl,'"One of the things I hope happens through our involvement in this campaign is that this country and this world sees yet another image of what it means to be Black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE THE LORD! &lt;/strong&gt;Why is it that if you strive to be the best and do things like embrace CORRECT grammer, straigten your hair (fashionistas like to shake things up a bit) and hang out with anyone other than a Black person (because you are interested in surrounding yourself with quality individuals that include but isn't exclusive to Black people)...you are trying to be white? That's total B.S.! I always get this ish from Black people. Let me re-phrase that, I get that ish from Ghetto Black people and this one lady that confuses the hell out of me. She embraces the most ignorant rap songs known to man, throws around Less Brown quotes and tapes, lives in a "vanilla community," she's a minister and quick to berate and crack on people and loves throwing around that "n-word," and loves to tell me how "non-black I am. She's just a walking contradition to me but,...oh well. It's personal and she'll have to deal with he own issues. God knows I have enough of my own. You know, I never get criticized by upwardly mobile Blacks. I guess misery does love company. Anyway...&lt;strong&gt;I love the OBAMAS! I hope Barak wins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He certainly has my vote and I will do all I can in my community to make sure everyone is registered and votes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Riv0waHplmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rDt720t3nlo/s1600-h/0421071110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056404119135819362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" height="293" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/Riv0waHplmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rDt720t3nlo/s320/0421071110.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see, haven't blogged in a while. The neice is 2yrs old now and talking up a storm. Still can't quite make out some of the things she says but I just love to see her talk. Check out that do-do ball. Man, that takes me back. My sis, is well. She's getting her ass out of Atlanta Public Schools. THANK THA LAWD! I don't want her working with those bad ass kids. I can't wait to finally hit the lotto and make her sit down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I entered an art show for independent artists in Atlanta last week and they rejected me. I was pissed. The boyfriend thinks we should bum-rush the show and set up anyway. I just want to go and see what made it if my work didn't. I finished another funky mug. This is my evolution of music mug and what I love most about it is my baby Prince on it. Prince is my fav. I've really taken to ceramics lately. I like that they are fired and permanent...unless the glass gets broken. That part sucks....but the process is time consuming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwovqHplpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bb24m6jrr58/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056461280855561874" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwovqHplpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bb24m6jrr58/s320/Picture+059.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwpNqHplqI/AAAAAAAAABU/1duxQKa46Xw/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056461796251637410" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="131" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwpNqHplqI/AAAAAAAAABU/1duxQKa46Xw/s320/Picture+062.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwobKHploI/AAAAAAAAABE/CNG-WGvA7bw/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056460928668243586" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="153" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwobKHploI/AAAAAAAAABE/CNG-WGvA7bw/s320/Picture+060.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't really see the rest but there are other influential artists going around that I feel made significant contributions to music on it. How can they turn that down? Maybe I'm just hating. Don't think I'm giving up on my dreams...I'm not. When I make it, I'll speak fondly about the time my work was regected by some Indie Artists. Like Diana Ross when she talks about the chorus teacher that told her she couldn't sing. I'll say...How ya like me now...BITCHES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you think? Do you like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,...Flavor of Love Charm School is on tonight and Celeb Fit Club debut. Can't wait. Holla back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-4101573604411600864?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4101573604411600864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=4101573604411600864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/4101573604411600864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/4101573604411600864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/playing-catch-up.html' title='PLAYING CATCH-UP!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RiwqN6HplrI/AAAAAAAAABc/JbYzE34uRbY/s72-c/michelleobama1-767085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-8729159996743989856</id><published>2007-04-04T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:30.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm back! I'd been really bummed out about the death of my friend Ken. Thanks Grayse. (I have no way of getting in touch with you. Holla back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sulking in my emotional funk. God really has been working on me. A friend of mine said, A SETBACK, IS NOTHING BUT A SETUP FOR A COMEBACK! I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my new thing. I'm on my way. I'm no longet bootleg. I'm legit. I am Incorporated. Way cool. I've got a tax id and everything. I want to make things happen. I'm GOING to make things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RhRPjk3wS-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7IrxOyH5-98/s1600-h/Nigella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049748554800712674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RhRPjk3wS-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7IrxOyH5-98/s320/Nigella.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was watching the food channel the other day (which I never do because I can't cook and I'm dieting...it always makes me wanna eat) Anyway, they did a biography on my favorite chef/cook. &lt;a href="http://www.nigella.com/"&gt;Nigella Lawson&lt;/a&gt;. I love her. (and not because she's fluffy...by white girl standards. she definitely isn't fat....hell, I wouldn't even call her healthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she spoke of losing her mom to cancer, then her sister, and then her &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_nl/article/0,3100,FOOD_27597_4992624,00.html"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;. Hell, I would've thought that I'd done something terrible in a past life or something had that been me. Nope, she took it all so noble-y (if that's a word). She said she was the luckiest person in the world. I was thinking...you must be MAD (as the British would say). But nope, she said that it was such a blessing to have those people in her life. I thought,....what a beautiful way of looking at it. How "glass half full" of her? This is my new mission. I must adopt this more positive way of thinking. God loves me! Darn it, I need to start acting like it. So, here goes........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-8729159996743989856?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8729159996743989856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=8729159996743989856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8729159996743989856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/8729159996743989856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-day.html' title='A NEW DAY'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RhRPjk3wS-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7IrxOyH5-98/s72-c/Nigella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-5528522955900221776</id><published>2007-03-13T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:31.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Big Papa....Ken O'Brien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RfdxIlOk7bI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jlsnxMz2bHI/s1600-h/BEER+AND+WINE+FEST+06+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041622700110704050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RfdxIlOk7bI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jlsnxMz2bHI/s320/BEER+AND+WINE+FEST+06+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...I lost a friend that was near and dear to my heart. On Air, he was Ken O'Brien...any other time, I'd nicknamed him BIG PAPA! He gave my first real radio gig. He used to work for the Rock station here. He loved RADIO! He loved to ROCK OUT! Hell, he taught me. He was the sweetest guy you'd ever want to meet. He never told people NO!..even if they were asking too much of him. He had terrible taste in movies, crazy sense of humor, quick wit, and loved Steppenwolf and OZZY like nobody's business. He used to call me DIVALICIOUS! He could never get a break in radio. He busted his ass to please so many people and the minute he needed them...they turned their backs on him. His "so-called" friends...the Industry,...EVERYONE! Wounded, he still dropped everything when either of them called on him. As you can tell...I'M PISSED! The love of his life "RADIO"...shitted on him constantly through format changes, budget cuts, management changes, you name it. He always got the short end of the stick,...still....he loved RADIO! Well, in the end...he gave radio over 25 years of his life and for that he got....no money, no health insurance, no burial fund, NOTHING! Just heart break after heart break. My dear friend passed away yesterday but died a long time ago from a broken heart. He deserverd so much more than he got in life. I only hope that the good Lord hooks him up big time in Heaven. My mom used to say...LOVE THOSE THAT LOVE YOU! He loved Radio and Radio didn't love him back. Lately, I've been feeling the same way about my relationship with radio. I think it may be time for me to walk away. I don't like what this industry does to people that love it so passionately. These are people that devote their lives to 14hr days, no free weekends, no free holidays, few benefits and very little pay. The payoff? The listeners. The music. The community. You make the listeners happy, you play the music you love and you get to give back to the community. Well,...that's why we all used to do it or why we want to do it. You get sucked in, you fall in love, you get fucked, you get stuck and the next thing you know,...you are living on borrowed paycheck to borrowed paycheck. You only make money in the big cities...the top 100 most populated cities. You only make money if you are insulting or controversial in some way. Ok, there is John Tesh and Ryan Seacrest but of course...they blew up from their TV gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me tell you about this guy. I was working with a company that replaced me on the air but wanted to keep me on payroll so the competition wouldn't snatch me up. I was unhappy and low and behold....Ken walked into my life and offered me a job with a station that would be perfect for me. A station that was the marrage of 2 worlds....r&amp;amp;b and pop. It was amazing. He became my boss and my guardian angel. I gave hime the name BIG PaPa because he always looked out for me. I drove this crappy car that we called The Thunder Buzzard. It was no longer a beautiful bird...it was a buzzard. He got in touch with corporate and the powers that be and told them that I had been a good employee and I needed a car. He approached me about it and I told him that I had been dating the anti-christ. A person that claimed to love me and robbed me blind. I was still trying to recover financially. He said...No Worries! I've worked a little something out for you. I had a NEW used car that I loved dearly. It was due to him. I hadn't asked...he saw a need and offered. Isn't that crazy? Who does shit like that? Big Papa. That was the fun of old school. Bosses looked out for their employees and companies rewarded loyalty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with the new wave of things,...people are turning on eachother, scheming against one another and brown-nosing...just to keep that "already spent" paycheck coming in. Companies are rewarding the highest paid that get at least 6 figures plus and laying off the people that actually got their hands dirty to make these companies the powerhouses that they are. I hate what this industry does to people now. It turns them into ruthless fake shallow impostors that will stop at nothing to step on others, keep them down and flex power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch them as they fire their old friends, kiss the ass of the people that demanded they do it without a fight and morph into corporate do-boys. It sucks. I hate it and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to vent more but the more I do, the more tears I shed and my head is killing me. I don't really need any comments, I just needed to get it out. Goodnight guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever Big Papa! Jazzy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-5528522955900221776?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5528522955900221776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=5528522955900221776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/5528522955900221776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/5528522955900221776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-big-papaken-obrien.html' title='For Big Papa....Ken O&apos;Brien'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RfdxIlOk7bI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jlsnxMz2bHI/s72-c/BEER+AND+WINE+FEST+06+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-665006114613168336</id><published>2007-02-05T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:31.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh,...You Guys!!!</title><content type='html'>I love you guys so much. I thought I'd lost you all and I was like....I hadn't updated in a minute, everyone forgot about me. I would come back and check on the comments and nada. Then I saw the thing about BETA and decided....What the Hay? Behold...all these freakin' comments that I didn't know was there. So very cruel. So Everyone,....I'll do blog-bys to see what you have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see Prince at half-time of the SuperBowl? AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I the only one completely underwhelmed by FAMU's performance? I mean, they sound great, but at any point when the camera hit them...there were on the wrong foot, or going the wrong way...it was just an insult to old school marching bands. It was like they had just learned the routine an hour before game time or something. The execution wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSJ0tMrsUsY"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iK4EwxRLiik"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt; They weren't tight. I'm used to FAMU bringing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...everyone's been talking about the commercials. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWEPdeNurfk"&gt;That Rock, Paper Bud commercial &lt;/a&gt;had me on the floor screaming.  I'm still giggling. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RceheJsanSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HYwoDKxzTfw/s1600-h/0203071705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028165048352808226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RceheJsanSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HYwoDKxzTfw/s320/0203071705.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways...I have yet another art show coming up next month and I've been getting ready. This is before it hits the kilm. I will post a pic when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also cramming Adobe Illustrater. Nikki, Nick Cage....HELP? SOS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my ish together. I want to change careers. Crazy? I know. I have to. I can't deal with stress like I used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-665006114613168336?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/665006114613168336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=665006114613168336' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/665006114613168336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/665006114613168336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2007/02/ohyou-guys.html' title='Oh,...You Guys!!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/RceheJsanSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HYwoDKxzTfw/s72-c/0203071705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-116702515160750057</id><published>2006-12-25T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:10:21.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>HI ALL!  Well, things are getting worse at work so far but...I'm using it as a motivational tool to get my ish together.  This year...2007 will be my year.  (don't we say that every year?)  I mean it...really.  I feel like I'm being backed into a corner.  I'm coming out swinging....BET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to tell you in the coming year....HANG TIGHT and stay with me....we're in for a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA!! Jazzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-116702515160750057?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/116702515160750057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=116702515160750057' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116702515160750057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116702515160750057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAYS'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-116593932254260990</id><published>2006-12-12T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:33:14.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HITS JUST KEEP ON COMING</title><content type='html'>Hi Ya All! It's been a minute, hunh? I apologize. I got tired of the pity party and I didn't want to post again until I got the emotional stink off. I absorb the energy of others and I didn't want to bring anyone else down. I apologize again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's been up? Other than some anonymous a-hole posting a f~ing book on the blog dispite the passcode....I've been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have most of the Christmas shopping done. It seems like I used to have more money to work with or something and I'm making more and spending less....What's that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dieting...AGAIN! Why can't I be like the French? Indulge in the beauty of life IN MODERATION. I have no control. Well, I take that back. I can only control it if I have NONE. MEPathetic...but true. Oh well, I'm on a do without mission until the many fabulous MEs meet as one. (if you are fluffy...you understand) OMG! DID YOU SEE THE BIGGEST LOSER FINALE?  AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My station currently is ALL CHRISTMAS and it is driving me a little nuts. 24/7 with a hundred variations of Jingle Bells...it's driving me mad! at the same time...I Love it! I'm totally weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...GOOD NEWS! Before the boss left...he made it possible so that I get a lap top. It's so cool. So you will definitely see more posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post with some holiday pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-116593932254260990?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/116593932254260990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=116593932254260990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116593932254260990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116593932254260990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/12/hits-just-keep-on-coming.html' title='THE HITS JUST KEEP ON COMING'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-116276248854250935</id><published>2006-11-05T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:47:28.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE GOT THE BLUES</title><content type='html'>Hi ya everyone. Well, the 2 of you that are still checkin' up on me to make sure I'm still a f~ing live. Anyway....I know it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dealing with the boss situation because it's come to my attention that he'd been protecting us for the longest time. Apparently, alot of us were to be fired and he'd just find inventive ways to cut the budget instead. He called me the other day and sensed a sadness. He would never say if anything were wrong but I think I have a way of reading things like that in people. Anyway....I can tell he misses us too. He and his girlfriend are like family. Is that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life ain't to lovely these days. I love working. It's my therapy. (who says this shit) But it is. I know that I have neglected my boyfriend alot in the process but I'm on a mission. There's money to be made and also...I've got my eyes on a market closer to home. So, I MuST bust my ass to make this station a hit and impress the right people. Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's frustrated and I can't help that. One thing I can help is the words that utter from my lips. I never say anything that I will have to apologize for later. I don't dish out what I can take. What do you do when someone fucks up in the middle of a discussion and says something that they claim later, they didn't mean? How can you act is if it were a joke or never uttered at all? Is sorry enough?  I'm at a loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-116276248854250935?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/116276248854250935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=116276248854250935' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116276248854250935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116276248854250935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-blues.html' title='I&apos;VE GOT THE BLUES'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-116103690729202801</id><published>2006-10-16T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:15:07.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THE BOSS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/lwD42NSAY8M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/lwD42NSAY8M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, the whole deal with the cool boss is over. We gave him a hellava send off bash. It got really crazy at the end. We are a group that loves to party so we gave him one. We tried to roast him but everyone kept getting choked up.....even your girl. It felt like someone was dead. The cool boss would get in our shit when we needed it but cut up with us and joke around. He was a friend. He said he felt like I would never come to visit him but...I promised him I would. Even though it is BUSH country and only like 4% Black (Corpus Cristi). I'll visit. Anyway,..I feel like you guys don't really know how fun this guy is so I've captured some footage of him and I will load it up on youtube (first timer) and hopefully....I can show ya what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got it....&lt;br /&gt;The boss is the one that looks thin. (teehee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-116103690729202801?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/116103690729202801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=116103690729202801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116103690729202801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116103690729202801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/10/boss-so-whole-deal-with-cool-boss-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-116000379847688262</id><published>2006-10-04T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:16:47.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY SHIT'S AFOOT AT THE CIRCLE K!</title><content type='html'>GET THIS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this job that I love so much with the boss that is so kick ass has been what's kept me happy. Nah, I haven't blogged much as a result but I've learned lots and had hella fun. Well, today...boss calls a meeting and tells everyone that he's got a promotion and he will be moving to Texas! Texas! FUCKING BUSH COUNTRY!? YUCK! I'm happy for him and saddened my the loss. Never had a boss I actually liked. He actually acknowledged on a daily, what I brought to the table. I never felt so appreciated. I knew it was too good to be true. I feel qweazy. I don't want to talk about out it or blog about it.... I NEED A DRINK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-116000379847688262?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/116000379847688262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=116000379847688262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116000379847688262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/116000379847688262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/10/crazy-shits-afoot-at-circle-k.html' title='CRAZY SHIT&apos;S AFOOT AT THE CIRCLE K!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115766642853337622</id><published>2006-09-07T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:01:02.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG IT! THEY GOT ME!</title><content type='html'>I hate stuff like this sometimes. A good friend of mine asked me to do this so, if you see this....I'd like it if you did it, too. Okay so, I had to post 6 weird things/habits/truths about myself. This what I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....6 weird things/habits/truths about me.....&lt;br /&gt;1.I got 3 traffic tickets fixed this year.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a weird gag reflex....smells and gross things make me gag until I actually gag.&lt;br /&gt;3.I am &lt;strong&gt;TERRIFIED&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;MARRIAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4.I NEVER want ANY kids and the jury is still out on my dog. (smile...no, really!)&lt;br /&gt;5. I secretly watch FLAVA OF LOVE....eventhough I swore I wouldn't. (i am so embarrassed)&lt;br /&gt;6.When I was a kid, my dream was to be the first female NASCAR winner. (hence the tickets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....Luke, G. Cornelious, Mary, Nikki and ANYONE WHO READS THIS.....YOU'RE IT! YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115766642853337622?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115766642853337622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115766642853337622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115766642853337622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115766642853337622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/09/dang-it-they-got-me.html' title='DANG IT! THEY GOT ME!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115612575846380093</id><published>2006-08-20T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:04:31.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE TO OLD SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Questionmark Asylum - Hey Look Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/H8IdlyAQTU8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I know you guys probably don't remember this video....except maybe Humanity Critic. Anyway, I think I was like one of the few that purchased this cd. I miss old school hip hop. The crap that's out today.....HURTS! It was either KNOWLEDGE or just plain ole FUN! No skanky video hoes....no f-ed up teeth, no ridiculus flagin' (is that the right way to spell that? you know...flage as in camouflage....they're fakin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally start a party with some of that old special ed, dougie fresh and the get fresh crew with a lotta slick rick...sprinkled with some kwame and for a little west coast flava....how about pharcyde and souls of mischeif? this stuff gets overlooked on a daily. the guy that does the mix show on our hip hop station always plays the most back woods ghetto stuff he can find. kids love it but i crave OLD SCHOOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115612575846380093?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115612575846380093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115612575846380093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115612575846380093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115612575846380093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/ode-to-old-school.html' title='ODE TO OLD SCHOOL!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115583589853619509</id><published>2006-08-17T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:33:37.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WORD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/star%20jones%20and%20al%20at%20eva"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/star%20jones%20and%20al%20at%20eva"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/320/star%20jones%20and%20al%20at%20eva%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/star%20jones%20and%20al%20at%20eva"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-kay, so I was working on some show prep for my morning show and stumbled upon this photo that made me throw up a little. One word,......&lt;strong&gt;EWW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115583589853619509?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115583589853619509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115583589853619509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115583589853619509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115583589853619509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-word.html' title='ONE WORD!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115473493890763243</id><published>2006-08-04T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:42:26.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'ALL, PEOPLE HAVE LOST THEIR F-ING MINDS!!!</title><content type='html'>CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS ISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RadioOnlineNews.com &lt;a href="mailto:news@radio-online.com?Subject=ROL"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Files $55M Defamation Suit Against NY Councilman&lt;br /&gt;Former WWPR-FM (Power 105.1)/New York morning host Star (aka Troi Torain) has filed a $55 million defamation lawsuit against New York City Councilman John C. Liu. He claims Liu defamed his reputation by labeling him a "pedophile" and demanding that he be fired following his May 3 broadcast when he made on-air threats against rival D.J. Envy's wife and two children.&lt;br /&gt;Late last month, a judge has dismissed criminal charges against Star, as long as he can stay out of further trouble for six months. He was arrested in May on charges of harassment and endangering the welfare of a child. Star was fired May 10 from WWPR then arrested after part of his on-air tirade included threats to sexually abuse and urinate on the 4-year-old daughter of Envy.&lt;br /&gt;According to the suit, "No reasonable person or listener could have believed (Torain's) statements to be an actual threat when viewed in their entire context." With that in mind, Star wants Liu to pay for calling him a "sick racist pedophile," a "lunatic" and a "criminal," among other names, in public statements and on cable TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Star's mother and retired schoolteacher, Hannah Hightower, has filed an $11 million against Emmis Radio's WQHT-FM (Hot 97)/New York claiming that morning personality Miss Jones slandered her during her on-air attacks on her son. (08-03-06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO FIRST OFF, I WAS NEVER A FAN OF THE SHOW. IT WAS SYNDICATED IN THE GEORGIA MARKET. ALL THEY TALKED ABOUT WAS STUFF IN NEW YORK. IT'S FINE IF YOU'RE IN NEW YORK BUT ANYWHERE ELSE....???? WHO CARES!!! UNTIL, I HEARD STAR MAKING THE COMMENTS THAT HE MADE. I WISH I KNEW HOW TO POST THE AUDIO. TO ACTUALLY HEAR IT LEAVES YOU SPEECHLESS. FOR SOMEONE TO HAVE THAT KIND OF HATE OR TO EVEN THINK OF DOING THE THINGS HE MENTIONED TO AN INNOCENT 4YR OLD IS JUST.....DISGUSTING. I'M GLAD HE WAS FIRED AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW A LEGAL JUSTICE SYSTEM WITH AUDIO AND TRANSCRIPTS AT HAND COULD NOT BUILD A CASE AGAINST THIS GUY. HE'S HEARTLESS AND HE SHOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO LIVE THIS DOWN. NOW, HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO SUE!? HE MENTIONED PEEING IN THE MOUTH OF A 4YR OLD!!! HELLO!!!! WHAT DOES THAT SAY TO YOU?!! SICK BASTARD IS WHAT HE IS. JOKE OR NOT, YOU DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT OR DO THINGS LIKE THAT. DID YOU GUYS &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/wabc/story?section=local&amp;amp;id=4161148"&gt;HEAR IT&lt;/a&gt;? WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115473493890763243?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115473493890763243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115473493890763243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115473493890763243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115473493890763243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/08/yall-people-have-lost-their-f-ing.html' title='Y&apos;ALL, PEOPLE HAVE LOST THEIR F-ING MINDS!!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115429665192916077</id><published>2006-07-30T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:08:40.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE X FILES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/DSC01412.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/320/DSC01412.7.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am OFFICIALLY back to blogging. I am supposed to keep up a little blog on the station site.... &lt;a href="http://www.magic973radio.com"&gt;www.magic973radio.com&lt;/a&gt; but I has to be squeaky clean. Where's the fun in that? So, I need to release via blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to unload about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, the night I went out with the boss, the intern #1 and some friends, I'd been having some issues with intern #1, one of my co-workers said he touched her inapropriately and my boss even said that he tried to give him a massage. I think i've got a touchy feely weirdo on my hands. I'm affectionate but believe me,...I won't hug your ass if you don't extend your arms to receive one. So, now i have to have a "talk" with him about sexual harrassment in the workplace. HELLO?! I work at a radio station. there is always a sexual innuendo in the midst. Wish me luck. I don't want to scar the 12 yr old for life. I can be brutal. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...this just in because the A.D.D. is in full swing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got an email from the antichrist x. It reads as follows.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just reminiscing, thought about you and decided to look you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would really be nice to hear from you. If you don't want to respond, it's cool. I understand. But I'm hoping that we've both moved on with no hard feelings.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(NO HARD FEELINGS!!! HE STOLE ALL MY GOLD JEWELRY, CLASS RING &amp; ALL AND...MY STEREO AND PAWNED IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HE'S THE REASON EVERY MAN SINCE HAS SUFFERED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; We shared some really good times . . . You still making Chicken Helper every other day of the week? j/k&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NOPE, IT WAS TUNA HELPER YOU ASSHOLE BECAUSE I HAD NO MONEY AND YOU ATE UP MY SHIT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;U still got Caz?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(MY BELOVED DECEASED DOG THAT WAS LIKE MY CHILD THAT HE PUNCHED PUNCHED WHEN I WAS AT WORK.  I WONDERED WHY HE WOULD FREAK OUT AND LEAVE THE ROOM WHENEVER HE WAS ATOUND)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; How's your sister, dad and cousin? I forget her name . . . How's your friend . . . the one who dates the dudes in prison . . .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(THIS PARTICULAR GIRL HE IS REFERRING TO IS AN EX FRIEND THAT HE USED TO SNEAK OFF AND GET HIGH WITH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom makes mention of you every now and then.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I'M SURE SHE DID, I KEPT YOU OUT OF HER HAIR....SHE WAS TRIFLIN' TOO)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for me, life is an ongoing roller coaster. You can kinda get an idea of what I've been up to by checking me out on myspace: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.blahblahasshole"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.myspace.blahblahasshole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blahblahtheif"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.myspace.com/blahblahtheif&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; . I would love to hear from you sometime. Holla back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THEY DO THIS? TO ME,...MOVING ON MEANS GOING ON WITH YOUR LIFE AND NEVER THINKING OF THESE PEOPLE AGAIN. NEVER CALLING THEM, LOOKING THEM UP, E-MAILING THEM....NADA! DON'T LOOK ME UP.  DISAPPEAR!!!!  THAT'S WHAT SEVERING TIES ARE ALL ABOUT!  UNTIL I SEE MY JEWELRY OR FUNDS FROM THE SALE OF MY JEWELRY AND STEREO....I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR NAME UTTERED.  NOW, IT'S LIKE I'M PISSED OFF ALL OVER AGAIN. I'LL HOLLA,...I NEED SOME CLEANSING OF THIS NEGATIVITY THAT WAS THROWN AT ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115429665192916077?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115429665192916077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115429665192916077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115429665192916077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115429665192916077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/x-files.html' title='THE X FILES'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115388682806162748</id><published>2006-07-26T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T07:12:39.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/DSC01122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/320/DSC01122.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a minute but,....FINALLY.....I got another doggie. He still reminds me of my beloved KAS but...he has a little personality all his own. Is it wrong that I wish he were a little more like KAS. Anyway,....Everyone, Meet PJ! He's a cutie with loads of energy. I work so much that it's hardly fair that I have him but I'm loving him and he's going nowhere. So, anyway....I have so much to tell you. I really need to come clean but it's 12am and I'm on at 5:30am. I can't believe I'm still awake. Can you say...CRACKHEAD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz.... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/DSC01384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/320/DSC01384.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, remember this look? Iiitttt'sss baaaccckk! Went to Trivia tonight in a long time since FOREVER and began to feel real NICE! Anyway, the boss came out, the intern and friends and it was ON! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/DSC01386.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of  the new intern with the boss below. He's like 12 (the intern, i mean)! He hates when I say that but he is. (actually, he's exactly 21....so, he's 12) So, anyways....the usual crew got together. Oh, By the way....I am so loving that I can now post photos via blogspot. I'm loving this. Okay,...A.D.D.....so, anyway....the boss came over to our table to brag after winning this pink umbrella which looks alot like something OTHER than a pink umbrella. teeheehee He told me to erase this picture but I had too much fun laughing my ass off. Anyway, so me and the gang were back in the mix with intern #1 ...(below)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="95" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/320/DSC01399.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt; and we got a little carried away with the camera. Hey,...does blogspot limit the amount of photos you can post? I'm trying to post, yet another and....NATA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115388682806162748?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115388682806162748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115388682806162748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115388682806162748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115388682806162748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-took-minute-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115345054079879029</id><published>2006-07-20T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:55:40.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE SEEN IT ALL AND IT IS BULLSHIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/1600/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/475/320/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH MY GOODNESS!!  YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE THIS!!!  SO, A FRIEND OF MINE CALLS AND WAS LIKE JAZZ...YOU WON'T BELIVE THIS BUT SOMEONE IS SELLING A WALMART BAG ON EBAY AND I SAID, "NO WAY!" AND SHE WAS LIKE, "I'M SERIOUS!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND SURE ENOUGH Y'ALL....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=190009086421&amp;amp;fromMakeTrack=true"&gt;***SEE PICTURE***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW GUESS WHAT THE BIDDING WAS UP TO AT THE TIME OF THIS POST?  $3,375.00....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOR A &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=190009086421&amp;amp;fromMakeTrack=true"&gt;FUCKING WALMART BAG!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115345054079879029?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115345054079879029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115345054079879029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115345054079879029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115345054079879029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-seen-it-all-and-it-is-bullshit.html' title='I HAVE SEEN IT ALL AND IT IS BULLSHIT!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115240894691126139</id><published>2006-07-08T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:35:47.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Condom Commercial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/xWkZ_StRjU0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/xWkZ_StRjU0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;THIS IS THE FUNNIEST COMMERCIAL I HAVE EVER SEEN!!  THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I THINK WHEN I SEE BAD ASS KIDS AT A RESTAURANT OR MALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115240894691126139?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115240894691126139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115240894691126139' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115240894691126139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115240894691126139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/condom-commercial-this-is-funniest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115189650696462873</id><published>2006-07-02T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:00:38.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIBUTE TO THE TUBE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Told you I would try to do better about posting...(thanks Luke Cage).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here's the thing,....I love TV just as much as the next guy but pahleeze....STOP making me love shows...only to rip them away from me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tubes have been there since the beginning. When dear old dad would get drunk and want to bitch....it was the TV that helped me tune him out. Or when a boyfriend would begin to yap on and on about...I do this for a living, I sing, rap, blah blah blah and you should worship me,...I used the tubes to tune them out. Whenever I needed to be rescued from my reality,...you were always there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all started when I was a kid. We'd walk to the sitters house after school and she'd have her tv tuned to NBC...just in time for another exciting episode of ANOTHER WORLD! This soap was on for decades and you cancel it? I could understand if Rachel AND Mack Corey passed away. But no,...you gave her a new husband and axed the soap. What the Hell!? Then okay so, Anne Heche left the soap as Vicky but you brought in another believable sassy DIVA that we fell in love with...only to take her away. We stuck by you as you gave Lindsay Lohan her start as Ally (she was so adorable) and Alicia Copola kicked butt as Felica Galants daughter, Lorna. You replaced Amanda's and made Carl good. I even named my beloved dog KAS after Cas "Casanova" Winthrop. Your fans loved you and the network...ganked you. &lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/AWlogo1.jpg" /&gt;RIP ANOTHER WORLD, All I have left is Soap Net. I will remain a loyal fan and TIVO your re-runs at 3am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;****pour a little wine on the floor.....dog licks it******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="318" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/popular.jpg" width="275" /&gt; Okay so this show was called POPULAR. It was cute like CLUELESS. Then it got all serious. That's what killed it. It wasn't on a good 2 seasons. &lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="491" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/group.jpg" width="207" /&gt; THE BIG EASY!! THis show kicked ass. It was a detective agency out of New Orleans and the weird stuff that would go on there. It used to come on the the wee hours of the night on the USA Network. THat was some good TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAHHH RIP BIG EASY! Surely I'm not the only one that watched this stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 132px" height="348" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/miami-vice-logo.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="171" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/corrupcionmiami.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, this is the serious one out of the bunch. It was just too cool not to mention. I heard the movie version with Jamie Fox and Collin Ferrill SUCKS. COme on GUys!!! Hook it up! YOu gotta do some justice. Honestly, I can't see them as Crockitt &amp; Tubbs, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/intro02.gif" width="242" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="159" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/seinfeld_logo011.gif" width="197" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="162" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/gp023947-1.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These were the shows we loved that would make me giggle. WHY were they axed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="147" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/jshoot.jpg" width="205" /&gt; loved this show but losing it didn't hurt so much.&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/married_with_children.jpg" /&gt; If you say you didn't like the BUNDY's, I'll just stab you in the forhead because this show was the BOMB. Underdogs RULED! How can you not like that concept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's a different world. It's funny, I watch the re-runs now and honestly...I never paid attention at the time, but it was a very socially conscious show addressing all kinds of issues from racism and drug abuse to domestic violence and sex crimes. With all that, they pulled off the light and funny. How did they do it?&lt;br /&gt;RIP DIFFERENT WORLD....we could use a reunion special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="189" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/A-Different-World-Logo.jpg" width="101" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/differentwor.jpg" width="216" /&gt; (remember Morisa Tome's first gig?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="78" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/martinbn.jpg" width="363" /&gt; This show is the reason I could never watch My Wife &amp; Kids. We all know that Tischa Cambell is the reason the show folded. Sure, Martin went a little wacko. We remember the interviews from House Party and Martin said if he ever got his deal for his show, he was gonna hook you up and that's how you repay him? **skakin head** that's foul. RIP Marty MARR! (I wonder what ol' Cole is up to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="163" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/veronicascloset.jpg" width="237" /&gt;Then there were these shows. Kirstie Alley made fluffy fabulous! I wanted to buy clothes from her line. Let's not forget Dan Kortez from old school MTV's Real Sports. He was hot on that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="198" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/image201.gif" width="212" /&gt; Whoever wrote the script for this show should get an 80's style BITCH slap. I thought you would do the 80's justice. This show was justified in the cancelation. It should be re-vamped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="292" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/FRASIER.jpg" width="244" /&gt; I love this show. I'm too choked up to talk about it but when Niles and Daphennee...........I can't.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="180" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/willngrace.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 121px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="179" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/39m_922.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which brings me to this show.....LOVE IT!!!! Remember when Debra Messing was on Ned &amp; Stacy? See, I'm old school. Anyway...RIP WILL &amp;amp; GRACE!! Hopefully the network will pull a FRIENDS and give Jack and Karen spin offs. Let's keep our fingers crossed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="158" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/img5.gif" width="191" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="233" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/spegs1.gif" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember SQUARE PEGS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="299" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/20040616sexcity.jpg" width="400" /&gt;Well, I guess if I had to lose that show to get this one, it was okay. Then, this one falls prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now these sisters kick butt.  Aaron Spelling did this one right.  It's like Charlies Angels with supernatural powers so...you know it was a good show.  The death of this show came about from the merger of the wb and upn network.  it sucks.  and considering what upn was doing to joan, mya, lynn, toni and william on girlfriends....i doubt i'll be watching the new shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/charmedconvartmed3.jpg" /&gt; RIP CHARMED! I'LL BUY THE COMMEMORATIVE DVDS ALL OF THIS BITCHIN' STEMMED FROM THE LOSS OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SHOW....CHARMED! THIS ALL STARTED WITH THE MERGER OF UPN AND THE WB. WHY? IT HAD GREAT RATINGS, PLOTS AND FOUNDATION. &lt;/p&gt;There are countless others from What's Happening, THat's mY Mama &amp;amp; GOodTimes to Maude, Dallas, Ironside...too many to list. What did you watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WILL SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME A NEILSON FAMILY? TV ISN'T WORTH IT ANYMORE. I THINK I'LL STICK TO RADIO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know there are so many other things to bitch about in the world but when you want to escape, there was always a sitcom to make you giggle. So this is a tribute to the tube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115189650696462873?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115189650696462873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115189650696462873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115189650696462873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115189650696462873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/07/tribute-to-tube.html' title='TRIBUTE TO THE TUBE!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-115059472115884766</id><published>2006-06-17T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:38:41.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY, SO....I SUCK!</title><content type='html'>I KNOW IT'S BEEN LIKE....FOREVER SINCE MY LAST POST.  HONESTLY, I HAVE PUT FORTH AN ATTEMPT VIA MY PHOTOBUCKET BUT I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO ACTUALLY MAKE ANYTHING LIVE.  SO,...LIKE MY B-DAY IS JUNE 21 AND I REALLY WANT TO GET BACK TO CHRONICLING MY LIFE FOR MY FAB MEMOIRS ONE DAY. (TEEHEE)  I KIDD! I KIDD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,  SINCE MY LAST POST..... THE CONTAGIOUS GIRL GOT WELL AND GOT FIRED!!!  (hell, i told y'all she was dumb as a box of hair)  OH YEAH,  FUNNY AND TRUE STORY.....&lt;br /&gt;SO, THE BOSSES PULL HER IN THE OFFICE TO TELL HER THAT... "YEAH, YOU ARE A SWEETIE AND ALL BUT YOU AREN'T REALLY CUT OUT FOR THIS BIZ."  (ps. why do they fire people after 5pm?  so unfair,...anywaz)  SO, DUMB GIRL SAYS, " OMG! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!  I REALLY HATE THIS JOB!  I AM SO RELIEVED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut to the next day&lt;br /&gt;SO, HER X-BOSS  CALLS ME INTO HIS OFFICE.  HE SAYS...."UMM JAZZ,  HELP ME!" &lt;br /&gt;I SAY,..."WHAT'S THE PROB?" &lt;br /&gt;HE TAKES ME BY MY ARM AND LEADS ME TO THE SALES OFFICE AND.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTA YA KNOW..... DUMB AS A BOX OF HAIR (DUMB GIRL), IS SITTING AT HER "FORMER" DESK....ON HER "FORMER" COMPUTER.  THEN HE SAYS...."SHE WON'T LEAVE.  I NEED THAT DESK AND COMPUTER FOR THE NEW HIRE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC!!!  I CAN NOT BELIEVE THE PEOPLE THAT GET PAID SO MUCH MONEY CAN NOT TELL HER TO "MOVE YOUR ASS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE ACTUALLY WANTED ME TO DO IT BUT YALL....IT WAS TOO FUNNY.  I COULDN'T KEEP A STAIGHT FACE.  THAT WAS THE CRAZIEST SHIT I HAVE EVER WITNESSED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT MADE IT WORSE?  SHE GETS UP AND WALKS HER ASS TO A SALES MEETING WITH A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE THAT WERE AWARE....YET SAID NOTHING THAT SHE WAS NO LONGER WITH COMPANY.  WHAT KINDA SHIT IS THAT?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY IS CONTAGIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,....SHE'S SITTING UP IN A SALES MEETING...PEOPLE SNICKERING AND ALL AND NOTHING!  NO ONE SAYS A WORD, AND THE FUNNY THING IS THAT SHE HASN'T A CLUE.  FINALLY,...WHEN SHE SHOWS UP THE NEXT DAY AND ATTEMTS TO SIT AT HER DESK.  ONE OF THE SALESPEOPLE SAID,...UMM, THAT'S SOMEONE ELSE'S DESK NOW.  SHE GOES," OH, I JUST HAVE SOME LOOSE ENDS!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO CRACKHEAD!!! IT'S OVER!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEEDLESS TO SAY.....I TOTALLY STAY OUT OF HER WAY.  SHE SHOULD BE AAABBBOOOUUUTTT&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CLOSE TO GOING POSTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ LOUEEZEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I WILL BE BACK THIS WEEKEND TO BITCH ABOUT THE SHOWS THE NETWORKS HAVE CANCELED TO RUIN OUR LIVES.  IT'S A MEMORIAL...IF YOU WILL. &lt;br /&gt;BE BACK SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-115059472115884766?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/115059472115884766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=115059472115884766' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115059472115884766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/115059472115884766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-soi-suck.html' title='OKAY, SO....I SUCK!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-114356101587658075</id><published>2006-03-28T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:28:00.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eeekk! my bad!</title><content type='html'>didn't realize that it's been a couple of months since you've heard from me. thanks funk deeva, larry and casey for your concern. i have just been working my butt off. well, the station site is up and running thanks to moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magic973radio.com"&gt;www.magic973radio.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even stream live, which is uber cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have a station blog on the site but the cool thing about blogspot is that i can bitch about people here without them checking out my posts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, lets get on to this IDIOT i work with. she's a ......i wanna say sweet but the idiot qualities stand out so much, when i see her...i just get annoyed and i mistreat her. i don't want to, like to, but it comes out of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, she was just standing in the hallway of the radio stations looking stupid. i said to her, "what's up? you ok?" she, looking crazed said,"um, no. i just came from the doctor." i said,"WELL?! ...ARE YOU GONNA DIE!?" she said,"... i have tonsilitis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get pissed. i say, "WELL THAT'S JUST GREAT! FUCKING FABULOUS! YOU GET TONSILITIS AND WHATTA YA DO? PIN YOUR ASS IN THE MIDDLE OF A RADIO STATION AMIST 15 DJ'S WHOS' VOICES ARE THEIR LIFE! FUCKING PERFECT!" *as i stomp down the hall leaving her as i found her....looking doe eyed and stupid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINK! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, today (i've totally forgotten about yesterday in a better mood), i see her and i say, "HI!" *all cheery*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she goes in a soft, sad and dreary way,.... "hhheeyy jaazz." as she mopes on pass me and i say, "WHAT? YOU STILL SICK and AT WORK?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she nods and says...I DON'T FEEL WELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAY...DANG IT! NOW YOU HAVE YOUR HAPPY ASS ON THE DJ SIDE OF THE BUILDING SPREADING GERMS? UUGGHH, MY VOICE IS MY LIVELYHOOD!! YOU ARE FUCKING WITH IT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's like,..."but i have to meet with clients, Jazz."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAID, GO MEET THEM. DON'T JUST STAND AROUND SPREADING THE SHIT. I'M SURE YOUR CLIENTS WILL APPRECIATE IT AS WELL. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's annoying. why would anyone think that it's ok to just hang out with healthy beings when your ass is contagious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am pissed off. and yall, she's a nice girl but she is dumb as box of hair. it annoys me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i need a drink all dam ready. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then there's tv. why did the vet's just give up? why didn't timmy just let daryl win? why do i get wrapped up in this crap every season? i don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why in the HELL did Tyra get rid of that girl that looked a lot like Bridgette Bardow? She was freaking gorgeous. Okay,...she couldn't walk but the little Asian girl didn't want to even try.&lt;br /&gt;****update****okay...this post has been sitting in draft for a week and the Asian girl was kicked off this week....COOL BEANS!*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the old stuff i didn't get to comment on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok Project Runway....chloe had the best clothes in the finale, but santino and daniel are better designers. is it me or does it seem a that when they have no time to think, they all create better pieces? there's something to that. perfectionists that think too much and miss the point. i still think that NICK would have rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT ME OR IS BRAVO &amp; VH-1 THE NEW BLACK?! I never have to change the channel....except to the WB on Sundays for Charmed which I hear may get canceled because of the merger of the WB and the UPN network. I wonder how it's going to affect the "Urban" TV formatting on UPN. hhhmmmm.....gotta wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been watching top chef? who knew chefs could be such snobs? they are killin' me. they were all like "i don't know how to use a microwave!" GET OVER YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{OH YEAH,....SAW CRAZY SICK GIRL ....AGAIN!!! I SAID..."HI, STILL MAKING PEOPLE SICK?" SHE SAID..."I'M ON MEDS" AARRGGG,....SHE STILL DOESN'T GET IT. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could ramble on and bitch but i wanna see what you guys have been up to.  i will check-in in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{after reading this post, i noticed spelling that is unacceptable!  i apologize.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-114356101587658075?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/114356101587658075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=114356101587658075' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/114356101587658075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/114356101587658075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/03/eeekk-my-bad.html' title='eeekk! my bad!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113871532807029855</id><published>2006-01-31T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:48:48.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTALLY BLOWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I'M HURT YA'LL!&amp;nbsp; Riding on a high of FINALLY receiving my new replacement celly after being on back order for it seems....MONTHS!&amp;nbsp; I started this diet on Jan. 1st, 2006.&amp;nbsp; NO PORK, NO RED MEAT, NO BREAD, NO PASTA &amp;amp; NO RICE.&amp;nbsp; It was hard.&amp;nbsp; Forget caviar dreams......I found myself dreaming of macaroni &amp;amp; cheese.&amp;nbsp; Crazy? I know.&amp;nbsp; Well, I was so excited to go to get weighed yesterday, only to find that I hadn't lost 1 SINGLE POUND!!!&amp;nbsp; Do you know how foul that is?&amp;nbsp; So, the doctor says,...I don't think you are eating enough.&amp;nbsp; I think your body is in starvation mode.&amp;nbsp; I'm think WTF....people who starve are body as hell.&amp;nbsp; I've heard of people as being fluffy and anorexic.&amp;nbsp; That's some ish I can't fathom.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I went on a defiant binge and had a bag o lays and some lobster rolls from THE LOBSTER.&amp;nbsp; My stomach was queasy (so it's the last binge until my b-day in june).&amp;nbsp; I forgot (legitimately forgot) to pay my light bill.&amp;nbsp; So, I had to pretty much shuffle around in the dark last night and this morning.&amp;nbsp; Only to get to work and find out..... DAMN!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;WE LOST MORE OF OUR LIVING HISTORY!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;IN LOVING MEMORY OF CORETTA SCOTT KING&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/CSK5.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/CSK6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;MRS. KING WITH MY FAVORITE PRESIDENTS&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/CSK.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/CSK4.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/CSK3.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;REST IN PEACE!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/CSK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;FUNNY...MY PROBLEMS MEAN NOTHING ALL OF A SUDDEN.&amp;nbsp; I AM SO WORRIED ABOUT THE STATE OF MY PEOPLE,...BLACK PEOPLE.&amp;nbsp; WE'VE LOST SOMETHING, AND I HAVE NO CLUE AS TO HOW TO GET IT BACK.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;......OR IS IT TOO LATE?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113871532807029855?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113871532807029855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113871532807029855' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113871532807029855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113871532807029855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/01/totally-blown.html' title='TOTALLY BLOWN!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113684724466019967</id><published>2006-01-09T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:59:54.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE YOURSELVES!!!  I AM A KILLER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I CONFESS....I HAVE KILLED....AGAIN! FIRST IT WAS THIS &lt;a href="http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2004/09/porcelain-god-is-serial-killer.html#comments"&gt;http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2004/09/porcelain-god-is-serial-killer.html#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND NOW......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'M GETTING TOO CHOKED UP TO CONTINUE.....I'LL TRY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GEEZ LOUISE! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF FALLING IN LOVE AT FIRST SITE, GETTING ATTACHED AND BECOMING INSEPERABLE. ONLY TO LOSE, YET ANOTHER SOUL MATE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;LG BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/LG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/LG2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;CELLY THE II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE HAD A GOOD THING. I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE THIS EFFECT ON YOU AND YOUR ANCESTORS. I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH! I FALL ASLEEP PLAYING UNO AND SCRABBLE WITH YOU. I THEN WAKE UP WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WITH A RING LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE ME. WE CAPTURED STILL AND VIDEO MOMENTS TOGETHER. YOU ARE MY CONNECTION TO THE REST OF THE WORLD. OH, LG BABY...WHY DID YOU HAVE TO PUT ME DOWN? I GAVE UP THE HOME PHONE...JUST FOR YOU. NO CHEATING! I JOINED THE BEST NETWORK...VERIZON! JUST FOR YOU. I EVEN GOT YOU THAT LEATHER JACKET YOU LOVED SO MUCH TO PROTECT YOU FROM THE ELEMENTS AND STILL......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***SIGH!****** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YOU DIED! I'VE LOST YOU FOREVER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R.I.P. LG-VX8100 CELLY II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm waiting on the insurance settlement.  TheY are sEnding anOther that's on baCk oRdEr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Until then,......&lt;strong&gt;I MOURN.....AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113684724466019967?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113684724466019967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113684724466019967' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113684724466019967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113684724466019967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/01/save-yourselves-i-am-killer.html' title='SAVE YOURSELVES!!!  I AM A KILLER!!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113643746096704071</id><published>2006-01-05T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:12:16.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that that's outta the way, check it........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So New Year's Eve, I planned a very special night with the boyfriend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;........reservations at "The Hilton" (notice the "") &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........champagne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..........a KING'S &amp; DIVA'S feast courtesy of Outback Steakhouse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and what happens? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GET THE FREAKING FLU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*@!"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*@!%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#*^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT COOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......we went anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i slept/coughed/froze/burned up/tossed/turned/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;popped-cough drops/drank water/drank booze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you say MISERABLE!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still sick, but on the road to recovery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, on to the good stuff.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The initial episode....I loved this guy. The more I see the show, his ego annoys me. Santino is such an EGO-MANIAC! I know that an R-TIEST must be confident when selling his work/himself, BUT COME ON! He acts like a &lt;strike&gt;lil&lt;/strike&gt; TALL BITCH! Now, I find myself routing for Nick and that guy that was the menswear designer. Santino! New word for you.....HUMILITY! learn it, live it....love it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I'm late....but I just discovered INKED on A&amp;amp;E. I didn't think I would find it interesting. I caught the marathon this weekend and.....I LOVE IT! (sorry, forgot to upload pics)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK THE LORD.....NEW EPISODES OF CHARMED NEXT SUNDAY!!!!! it's been like.....FOREVER!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....i'm just sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay so,...&lt;strong&gt;OUT with Nick &amp; Jess and IN with Travis &amp;amp; Shayna.&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE them as a couple. I think it's cool that she loves his skinny ass...tatoos, pants hanging off his ass and all. In return, he not only loves her, but treats her like a freakin' goddess. &lt;strong&gt;NOW THAT'S LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt; When I watched Newlyweds....by shows end.....I was always thinking....&lt;strong&gt;POOR NICK!&lt;/strong&gt; He should have gone for a brainy chick that wasn't so self absorbed. I digress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE " MEET THE BARKERS!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/Barkers2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAHH SNAP! FORGOT PICS FOR CELEB FIT CLUB AND THE NEW FLAV PIMP DADDY SHOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they got it right this time because KANICKY from GREASE is gonna go BIZERK next week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;why are they getting the same characters over and over again? you know they will eventually have vanessa huckstable and kim moesha parker acting like jackee and tocarra. kanicky is gary busee. ***i am killing the spelling right now but hey,...it's midnight and i have got to do the morning show***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay so let me just say this.....FLAVA OF LOVE is HILARIOUS! from the most ghetto to good clean and wholesome.....i couldn't stop laughing or dropping my jaw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay,...i gotta go. i am still at work....with a cold/flu...like a crack head. i'm goin' home. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113643746096704071?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113643746096704071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113643746096704071' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113643746096704071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113643746096704071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-now-that-thats-outta.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113501991751764503</id><published>2005-12-19T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:18:18.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGIC 97.3'S "DIVA CHRISTMAS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OKAY, SO WE HAD A CONTEST AT WORK FOR THE BEST CHRISTMAS DECOR. I WANTED TO DO SOMETHING VERY NON-TRADITIONAL IN PINK.....HOT PINK. COOL, RIGHT? IT IS CALLED, "IT'S A DIVA CHRISTMAS, CHARLIE BROWN!) THE JUDGING WAS BASED ON ORIGINALITY, CREATIVITY AND THEME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, ANYWAY....I LACED THE TREE WITH PINK FEATHERED BOAS, DISCO BALLS, AND MARTINI GLASSES. I DECORATED THE DOOR TO THE STUDIO......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="1021" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00160.jpg" width="155" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(ENTRANCE INTO "A DIVA CHRISTMAS, CHARLIE BROWN)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="172" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00161.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT WAS PINK AND FESTIVE (I EVEN HAD THE MINI ME PINK TREE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="194" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00167.jpg" width="157" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="122" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00168.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAD COOL STUFF LIKE THESE MAGNETS I MADE AND PINK COOKIES.....TO BRIBE THE JUDGES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="212" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00169.jpg" width="174" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="214" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00166.jpg" width="109" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAD DIVA SUBTLETIES LIKE THIS ORNAMENT FRAME WITH THE STATION LOGO AND FUR AND THIS SHOE ORNAMENT.....ALSO THE MARTINI FRAME....BOX AND DIVA SHOE CELLY HOLDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="102" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00164.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I EVEN PAINTED THE ORNAMENTS WITH DIVA MESSAGES........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW....BEHOLD.....IT'S A DIVA CHRISTMAS TREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 546px" height="1051" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/MAGICDIVATREE.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IF IT WERE REAL....IT WOULD DEFINITELY BE A SUPERSTAR....A DIVA!! MY TREE WAS TOPPED WITH A TIARA! (NICE TOUCH, HUH?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO GUESS WHAT? &lt;strong&gt;I WON! I WON THE CONTEST!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you want to check out my competition....click here and keep in mind....they had to follow the 3 simple rules....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. originality 2. theme 3. creativity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay....click.... &lt;a href="http://www.magic973radio.com/cc-common/globalphotos.html?eventID=26334&amp;eventsection=&amp;amp;pagecontent="&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113501991751764503?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113501991751764503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113501991751764503' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113501991751764503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113501991751764503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/12/magic-973s-diva-christmas.html' title='MAGIC 97.3&apos;S &quot;DIVA CHRISTMAS&quot;'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113425723972137910</id><published>2005-12-10T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:03:07.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO BLOGGIN UPDATE OF THE OTHER NIGHT</title><content type='html'>OKAY, SO I REALIZE THAT ALOT OF YOU ONLY SWING BY FOR THE PHOTOS. HEY, I RESPECT THAT. SOMETIMES....BOOKS DON'T APPEAL TO ME IF THEY HAVE NO PICTURES AND I HAVE DONE A NUMBER OF POSTS WITHOUT PHOTOS. SO, NOW,....HERE GOES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,...my station threw a beer &amp; wine fest. there were loads of people, food and cocktails. it was an awesome event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="471" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00274.jpg" width="223" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="590" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00265.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 142px" height="457" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00287.jpg" width="143" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 141px" height="440" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00280.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="459" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00304.jpg" width="143" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="589" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00283.jpg" width="166" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i am a fluffy diva and all but if ya'll ever see me out with a plate in my hand looking this dam happy to be eating....SLAP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="476" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00363.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i usually work these events....i didn't really enjoy it. (all the food and booze was gone) so, we went to the after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="350" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/MEANDJOHN.jpg" width="148" /&gt; (this guy) owns this club called, "the crow bar" which is NOTORIOUS for HOT WINGS! good eats....mos def. okay so, they had this phenominal 80's cover band there (DISCOUNT SUPERSTAR) this night and i had to go see them play. we got a little....well, alot tipsy. and i have said it before....white folks know how to party! i, without a doubt, always have a good time. it's funny,...when i was in school,...if there wasn't enough chocolate in an establishment....we didnt go in. now,...i'm like....WHERE'S THE PARTY! WWWHHHHEEEEWWWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="465" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00420.jpg" width="267" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="474" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00444.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="467" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00450.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us got alot drunk and of course....i got caugt up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/ROCKON.jpg" width="139" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="342" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/MEEMPTY.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my glass seemed to stay empty.&lt;br /&gt;i made up for it the next day....mos def.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113425723972137910?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113425723972137910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113425723972137910' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113425723972137910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113425723972137910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/12/photo-bloggin-update-of-other-night.html' title='PHOTO BLOGGIN UPDATE OF THE OTHER NIGHT'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113384139117590686</id><published>2005-12-05T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:56:31.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry about that.....</title><content type='html'>okay,...so it wasn't fair for me to go all ANGRY BLACK WOMAN on ya without an explaination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 4yrs....i will be 40.  honestly...i think it's pretty fab.  i am not living a "TYPICAL" life.  i have partied more in the past 7months than i did during my ENTIRE 20's.  i'm loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing though....the older i get....the less i tolerate.  that could be why i am a happier person.  i don't know.  the slightest sign of bs... I GO OFF!  i feel the tension building and i start blurting out m-f's this....f-that!  i know it's bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't always this way. i was the sweet, easy going girl that people used to just take for granted.  when i got sick &amp; tired...i was SICK AND TIRED!  maybe i need to learn some yoga, pilates or some ish like that.  i wish i could be one of those people like...."you have TOTALLY pissed me OFF....I'M GONNA GO WORK OUT!"  why oh why can't i be like that?  oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an x (whom i will forever hold dear to my heart) read my blog and was pissed to find out about the existence of cb (cuddle bunny).  the "married" x,...sent me a message about how disappointed he was.  now,....think about it.....this is f-d up.  how in the hell can you (married father of 2) get pissed about anything that i (not married, no kids...1 amazing bf) do or anyONE I DO?  so,...I WENT OFF.  Sorry I left alot of you wondering....WHAT THE HELL?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worried that he would read what i typed and be hurt or upset with me.....INITIALLY!  then....i thought....what the hell?  i need to really put ish out on the table and let shit fall where it falls and deal with the aftermath.  at least that way....people will know how i feel.  i shall no longer bite my tongue.   ( i know some men hate this quality in a lot of women )  and if that man is you.... good 4 u on not dating a woman like me because I WOULD GIVE U HELL....WITH A DEVILISH SMILE!  (i think i was a dominatrix in a prior life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaz.....that was the deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,...work.....we are supposed to decorate the studios for the holidays in our own creative themes.....i decided to have a DIVA CHRISTMAS!  i went out and got a HOT PINK FAUX FUR tree and mirrored DISCO BALL ornaments.  i plan on wrapping it with feather boa.  i want to make some cosmo martini ornaments....but i havent' had time for crap.  i was going to hold off until the day before the judging to decorate but of course.....HATERS had to go bitchin' to the boss about me doing that so NOW if anyone is going to participate...WE ALL have to decorate by a deadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone here (new job) and i hope that we all can ONLY become closer...more like family.....but i tell you....this HATER ish has me wanting to go for the jugs.  i know...the music biz, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just the thing....i really don't think that people in this industry are mean and hateful. i really believe that we are ALL just f-ed up.  none of the jocks here have stable, and functional relationships.  mine with cb has lasted this long...(i believe) is because i keep him, hide him....protect him and what we have from this world.  it's not fair but it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... enough of all that.  if anyone has any other cool &amp; funky,...diva esque ideas as to how i can win this contest at work.....HELP...PLEASE???  thanks....jazzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113384139117590686?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113384139117590686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113384139117590686' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113384139117590686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113384139117590686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-about-that.html' title='sorry about that.....'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113318189160636157</id><published>2005-11-28T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:16:03.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S JUST GET THIS SHIT OUT ON THE TABL</title><content type='html'>OK NOW, .....TO THE NEXT PERSON THAT READS MY BLOG ENTRIES AND TRIES TO THROW SHIT I VENT ABOUT UP IN MY FACE OR USE INFO AGAINST ME......YOU COME AT ME WITH BULLSHIT ON MY BLOG......YOU WILL GET CURSED OUT AND CUT OFF!! NO MORE DRAMA! I AM DONE EXPLAINING MYSELF. I AM A GROWN ASS WOMAN AND I DO WHAT THE F*CK I WANT, WHEN I WANT. I AM NOT A WEAK ASS SUBSERVIANT AND PASSIVE DUMB-ASS. YOU GOT ME BENT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. UNDERSTAND THAT I AM THE ONE THAT'S &lt;strong&gt;FINE&lt;/strong&gt; "ALL BY MYSELF" IF IT MEANS BOWING DOWN TO SOME TRIFLING ASS MO-FO. IT'S ALL GOOD. THERE ARE SO MANY DESPERATE ASS WOMEN OUT THERE THAT HAS TO HAVE A MAN!! YOU GOTTA HAVE A MAN SO BAD THAT HE CAN WALK ALL OVER, DISRESPECT YOU, TALK TO YOU ANY KIND OF WAY AND TREAT YOU ANY KIND OF WAY. WAKE THE HELL UP! I'VE FALLEN PREY TO ONE TOO MANY JIVE ASSES. THAT INNOCENT, NEEDY, NAIVE, LOVE STRUCK LITTLE GIRL IS DEAD AND GONE.....BURIED NEXT TO MY HARD WORKING, NEVER SAW A REAL VACATION, NEVER GOT A GOOD MAN, NEVER GOT TO SEE HER KIDS GROW UP MOMMA.  MAYBE I'LL BE JUST LIKE HER. AT THIS POINT....IT'S ALL GOOD. IT'S FUNNY WHAT LIFE CAN DO TO YOU. LOSING MY MOTHER BROKE MY HEART AND THE ASSHOLES I'VE DATED HARDENED IT. I KNOW,...THERE ARE GUYS OUT THERE THAT ARE LIKE, "GREAT! ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE OPRAH LOVING, MEN HATING WOMEN." THAT ISN'T ALL TRUE. I DON'T HATE MEN. I LOVE YOU. &lt;strong&gt;IT'S COMEDIC HOW YOU FEED ME SHIT AND TELL ME IT'S CHOCOLATE.....DOWN RIGHT ENTERTAINING.&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE TO SEE/HEAR WHAT YOU COME UP WITH NEXT. I LOVE IT. I WON'T EVER TRUST YOU. YOU WILL NEVER DISAPPOINT ME AGAIN. SO, I WORK! I'M SELF-SUFFICIENT AND INDEPENDENT. I TAKE CARE OF ME AND MINE (THE SIS AND THE NEICE). IF I NEVER GET MARRIED.....FINE! IF I NEVER HAVE KIDS! .....GREAT! IF I NEVER KNOW "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER".....OH FUCKING WELL!! I GAVE UP YEARS AGO! I HAVE NOTHING INSIDE FOR ASSHOLES.....BULLSHIT-ERS IF YOU WILL. I AM NOT ANGRY! I JUST EXPECT YOU TO BE WHO YOU ARE.....TRIFILING! IYANLA VANZANT ONCE SAID,.....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEN PEOPLE SHOW YOU WHO THEY ARE....BELIEVE THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I DO AND I'M DONE. NO MORE FUCKING DRAMA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... CB, YOU HAVE BEEN THE EXCEPTION SO I GUESS I SHOULDN'T INCLUDE YOU. I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THE DIVA IN ME! THANKS FOR NOT GIVING ME SHIT....I'D HATE TO HAVE TO THROW YOU IN WITH THE OTHER ASSHOLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113318189160636157?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113318189160636157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113318189160636157' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113318189160636157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113318189160636157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-just-get-this-shit-out-on-tabl.html' title='LET&apos;S JUST GET THIS SHIT OUT ON THE TABL'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113209168625573698</id><published>2005-11-15T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:05:49.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.....DON'T SAY I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING 4 YA!!</title><content type='html'>INTERNSHIPS/JOB OPPORTUNITIES/FREE EDUCATION&lt;br /&gt;-FYI&lt;br /&gt;Pass on to anyone you may think might be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PASS ON TO AS MANY AS POSSIBLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "O" The Oprah Magazine is looking to hire fall interns in the&lt;br /&gt;Fashion and Style Departments. Candidates must be highly&lt;br /&gt;organized,detail-oriented and be able to juggle multiple tasks at once.&lt;br /&gt;Prior internship experience preferred, but not required. This&lt;br /&gt;opportunity is available for college students in need of credit hours&lt;br /&gt;and recent graduates who are available to start immediately, full-time&lt;br /&gt;from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., 5 days a week. Send resumes with a cover&lt;br /&gt;letter to: Cindy M. del Rosario, Associate Editor O, The Oprah Magazine&lt;br /&gt;1700 Broadway, 38th floor NY, or call 212-903-5149.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Verizon is looking for students who are 2004 graduates of&lt;br /&gt;Historically Black Colleges and Universities (HBCU). If you know of&lt;br /&gt;someone graduating from a HBCU this year with a degree in Engineering,&lt;br /&gt;Computer Science and Technology, Information Technology! ,&lt;br /&gt;GeneralBusiness, Finance or Marketing, please have them forward their&lt;br /&gt;resume to: melissa.w.langham@verizon.com to be considered for career&lt;br /&gt;opportunities within Verizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Women's Technology Program at MIT is a 4-week summer&lt;br /&gt;residence program to introduce high school girls to electrical&lt;br /&gt;engineering and computer science. If you know a girl who is currently a&lt;br /&gt;high school junior who demonstrates math and science ability and an&lt;br /&gt;interest in finding out about EECS, please encourage her to visit our&lt;br /&gt;website for more information and for an applicati! on form&lt;br /&gt;(applications are due Feb 3, 2005) http:// www.mit.edu &lt;http:&gt;Our classes are taught in a supportiveenvironment by a staff of women MIT PhD candidates and undergraduates.&lt;br /&gt;The full-time academic program includes hands-on experiments and&lt;br /&gt;team-based projects in computer science, electrical engineering, and&lt;br /&gt;mathematics. No prior experience in computer programming, physics, or&lt;br /&gt;electrical engineering is expected, but applicants typically have&lt;br /&gt;strong academic records, especially in math and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HARVARD'S TUITION ANNOUNCEMENT - Harvard is offering free&lt;br /&gt;tuition for students that have a family income below $40,000. If you&lt;br /&gt;are a mentor or have nieces and nephews who might be interested, please&lt;br /&gt;give them this information. If you know any one/family earning less&lt;br /&gt;than $40K with a brilliant child near ready for college, please pass&lt;br /&gt;this along. Harvard's Tuition Announcement Highlights Failure of&lt;br /&gt;Prestigious Universities to Enroll Low-Income Students March 1, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;Harvard University announced over the weekend that from now on&lt;br /&gt;undergraduate students from low-income families will pay no tuition.&lt;br /&gt;In making the announcement, Harvard's president Lawrence H. Summers&lt;br /&gt;said, "When only 10 percent of the students in Elite higher education&lt;br /&gt;come from families in lower half of the income distribution, we are not&lt;br /&gt;doing enough. We are not doing enough in bringing elite higher&lt;br /&gt;education to the lower half of the income distribution." If you know&lt;br /&gt;of a family earning less than $40,000 a year with an honor student&lt;br /&gt;graduating from high school soon, Harvard University wants to pay the&lt;br /&gt;tuition. The prestigious university recently announced that from now on&lt;br /&gt;undergraduate students from low-income families can go to Harvard for&lt;br /&gt;free...no tuition and no student loans! To find out more about Harvard&lt;br /&gt;offering free tuition for families making less than $40,000 a year&lt;br /&gt;visit Harvard's financial aid website at:&lt;br /&gt;http://adm-is.fas.harvard.edu/FAO/index.htm or call the school's&lt;br /&gt;financial aid office at (617) 495-1581.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113209168625573698?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113209168625573698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113209168625573698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113209168625573698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113209168625573698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-whom-it-may-concerndont-say-ive.html' title='TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.....DON&apos;T SAY I&apos;VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING 4 YA!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113148878495438219</id><published>2005-11-08T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:40:04.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE HITS JUST KEEP ON COMING..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO,...STILL TRYING TO RECOVER FROM THE CHECK CARD DRAMA. I DECIDE TO JUST VENT AND UPDATE THE BLOG WITH ILLUSTATION VIA PHOTOBUCKET. I WAS QUITE PROUD OF THAT PARTICULAR ENTRY. I SMILED AND PRESSED SEND AND ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DUN, DON, DUUNN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG ENTRY TIMED OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!!!! I TRIED TO GO BACK, I TRIED TO REFRESH, I TRIED EVERYTHING AND.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADA!!!! AARRGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT SUCKED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I DECIDED TO JUST DEAL WITH IT THE NEXT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON MY WAY TO WORK, THE MORNING SHOW......5:30 IN THE AM.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GET A F-ING TICKET!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOPE, NOT A SPEEDING TICKET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, NOT DRIVING ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN, WAS IT A SEAT BELT TICKET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK AMERICA,.....I HAVE WON THE AWARD FOR THE STUPIDEST TICKET AWARD......&lt;strong&gt;EVER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I, JAZZ,....RECEIVED AND COULD NOT TALK MY WAY OUT OF A TICKET FOR......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU READY FOR THIS ONE?..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK YOU ARE YET.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME JUST SAY, THAT AT 5:30AM (NO ONE ELSE ON THE ROAD) IN ALBANY,.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HUMIDITY CREATES THICK FOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON WESTOVER (A STREET NOTORIOUS FOR DEER GANGS!......&lt;strong&gt;THUGS&lt;/strong&gt;, IF YOU WILL, IN THE STREET TO F-UP YOUR RIDE (NOT RELATED TO BAMBI))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, NOW.....GUESS WHAT MY TICKET WAS FOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"FAILURE TO DIM HEADLIGHTS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"FAILURE TO DIM THE F-ING HEADLIGHTS!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET A FLASHING OF THE LIGHTS LIKE, "HEY BUDDY, YOUR BRIGHTS ARE ON!" OR A WARNING, EVEN. NOPE, MR. MAN JUST SAID MY BRIGHTS WERE ON AND HE WAS TICKETING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ASKED,"DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS, CAN'T YOU PLEASE JUST UNDERSTAND THAT I WAS SINGING WITH MY PRINCE GREATEST HITS CD ON THE WAY TO WORK? I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU JUMPED ON THE ROAD. I WAS FOCUSED ON THE ROAD AND TRYING TO SEE AND AVOID DEER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID,......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GET THIS).......WELL, MA'AM YOUR COURT DATE IS JAN. 11TH. AT LEAST IT'S AFTER THE HOLIDAYS! (IN AN OPTIMISTIC UNDERTONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT.....THIS MUTHA FRIK@#*!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS ISH! ASHTON BETTER JUMP HIS HAPPY ASS OUT OF THE WOODS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE I AM IN THE FREAKIN' TWILIGHT ZONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE, I HAD A FIELD DAY ON THE MORNING SHOW. I GAVE AWAY PRIZES TO ANYBODY THAT EVER GOT A TICKET FOR A DUMB REASON. I WAS/AM PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, DID I TELL YA THE TICKET IS 71.50? THAT'S ALMOST A HUNDRED BUCKS! I'M STILL MAD!!!! *****MOUTH ALL POKED OUT!*********** I MEAN, I GREW UP RESPECTING OFFICERS.  IN ATLANTA, THEY HAD THE OFFICER FRIENDLY PROGRAM, WHERE KIDS ARE TAUGHT THAT COPS ARE YOUR FRIENDS.  THEY ARE THERE TO DEFEND AND PROTECT YOU.  I FELT LIKE HE WAS JUST THROWING HIS WEIGHT AROUND.  THAT DIDN'T SIT WELL WITH ME.  IF I AM WRONG, IF I WERE SPEEDING, I COULD ACCEPT IT BUT THAT WAS RIDICULUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, I'M DONE VENTING. HAVE A NICE DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113148878495438219?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113148878495438219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113148878495438219' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113148878495438219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113148878495438219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-hits-just-keep-on-coming.html' title='AND THE HITS JUST KEEP ON COMING..........'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113089268865023529</id><published>2005-11-01T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:57:08.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END OF AN ERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;THANKS GUYS FOR HELPING WITH THAT SPAM CRAP. I CAN'T BELIEVE THOSE GUYS. GGEEEZZZ!!! ANYWAYS,....LOTS HAS GONE ON SINCE MY LAST BLOG. THE BEST FRIEND AARON IS NOW IN A SCUBA CLASS AND IS SO EXCITED. ( I THINK HE'S MORE EXCITED ABOUT THE SCUBA GEAR HE GETS TO WEAR AS OPPOSED TO THE "ACTUAL CLASS")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="576" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01790.jpg" width="219" /&gt; TUNE TRIVA HAS BEEN A BLAST BUT THE PLACE THAT WE GO TO HANG OUT FOR IT IS CLOSING AT THE YEARS END AND WE ARE ALL BUMMED ABOUT IT. I MEAN, WHAT OTHER PLACE BRINGS "EVERYBODY" TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="348" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01791.jpg" width="378" /&gt; WE HAVE USED THE PLACE AS AN EXCUSE TO ACT LIKE COLLEGE KIDS. (eeewww, do I look cross eyed in this picture? not that there's anything wrong with being cross eyed,....i'm just sayin'! ****dang it A.D.D.**** back to whatever it was I was yappin' about) WHAT WILL WE EVER DO? IT'S SORT OF LIKE CHEERS. EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME....THEY EVEN RESERVE A TABLE FOR US. I HAVE ISSUES WITH CHANGE. I LIKE TO KEEP THINGS AS THEY ARE....ESPECAILLY WHEN THEY ARE GOOD. OH YEAH, DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE COUPLE BELOW. IT'S JUST ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF HOW GOOFY WE GET THERE. THEY ARE BOTH GAY SO THEY WERE "POSING" FOR THE CAMERA....AND THE OTHER CHICA BELOW IS JEN, AN ASPIRING ACTRESS. SHE DOES A LOT OF SHOWS FOR THEATRE ALBANY. I KNOW SHE'S GONNA BLOW UP ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="626" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/ZACKANDALYSON.jpg" width="292" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="874" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01792.jpg" width="269" /&gt; UNTIL THEY CUT THE LIGHTS OUT,....I WILL REPORT FROM HAMILTONS BAR &amp;amp; GRILL. VIVA LA TUNE TRIVIA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113089268865023529?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113089268865023529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113089268865023529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113089268865023529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113089268865023529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-of-era.html' title='THE END OF AN ERA'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-113053641833612129</id><published>2005-10-28T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:53:38.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME ANONYMOUS MO FO'S (NOTICE HOW I AM LOVIN' TO CALL FOLKS MO FO'S) HAS HAD A FIELD DAY SPAMMING MY BLOG!  SO, I GUESS LIKE ALL THE OTHER COOL KIDS,....I'M GOING TO HAVE TAKE THIS DOWN AND SEARCH FOR A NEW HOME.  ANY SUGGESTIONS ON A SPAM FREE ENVIRONMENT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-113053641833612129?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/113053641833612129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=113053641833612129' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113053641833612129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/113053641833612129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/10/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112995653994397545</id><published>2005-10-22T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:49:00.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY RADIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 289px" height=454 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/RAYRAYSWEDDINGTHERING.jpg" width=321&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;SO, MY COWORKER FROM THE COUNTRY STATION GOT MARRIED TODAY.&amp;nbsp; LIVE, ON THE AIR,....DURING HIS AIR SHIFT!&amp;nbsp; CRAZY, RIGHT?&amp;nbsp; THE LOCAL NEWS CREWS GOT IN ON IT, TOO.&amp;nbsp; CATERING PLACES VOLUNTEERED TO MAKE THE FOOD FOR PLUGS.....THE WHOLE 9.&amp;nbsp; SO BASICALLY, THEY PULLED A STAR JONES AND GOT LOADS OF STUFF FREE.&amp;nbsp; WEIRD STUFF KEPT POPPING IN MY HEAD DURING THE CEREMONY. LIKE THE PART WHEN THE MINISTER ASKS ABOUT THE TOKEN OF LOVE TO BE OFFERED.&amp;nbsp; WOULDN'T &amp;nbsp;IT BE COOL IF SOMEONE SAID, INSTEAD OF A RING...."I OFFER YOU MY VIRGINITY! OR I GIVE TO YOU MY WORD THAT I WON'T CHEAT OR SYPHILLIS (SP?) OR .........&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;OKAY SERIOUSLY, I NEED TO GET CHECKED FOR A.D.D. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I HAVE MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT THIS WEDDING.&amp;nbsp; JUST LIKE T.V., RADIO HAS A "SWEEPS WEEK" EXCEPT INSTEAD OF A WEEK, IT'S LIKE A PERIOD OF 3MTHS.&amp;nbsp; ANYWAY, I THINK THIS WAS A HUGE THING FOR THE STATION CONSIDERING RATINGS BOOSTS AND ALL BUT,.....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PERSONALLY, I WISH SOME MO FO WOULD COME AND ASK ME TO MARRY HIM WITH THIS LO-BUDGET WEDDING.&amp;nbsp; MY MAMA ALWAYS SAID, "DON'T DO NUTHIN' HALF ASSED!"&amp;nbsp; SO, EITHER I WOULD GO ALL OUT WITH A PLUSH POSH FU-FU WEDDING OR WE'D HI-TAIL IT TO VEGAS BABY!&amp;nbsp; DO YOU THINK THIS WAS CHEEZY SCHMEEZY?&amp;nbsp; OR GENIUS!! (with a J) teehee (U'M JUS SAYIN' DOUGH)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112995653994397545?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112995653994397545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112995653994397545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112995653994397545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112995653994397545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/10/reality-radio.html' title='REALITY RADIO'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112830485619066465</id><published>2005-10-17T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:31:28.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NAME IS JAZZ,....AND HE THINKS I'M AN ALCOHOLIC</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was a hellava day. I had a live remote at a car dealership then after that was a company event called "Come Together Day" and I wrapped the day with a party at the Museum called, "Eat Your Art Out." The theme....TACKY. The beverage.....HUNCH PUNCH. The band.....80's COVER. I GOT BUZY!!! I get home and the boyfriend says....YOU ARE AN ALCOHOLIC. He was serious. I thought it was the funniest thing I ever heard. So I said, "Baby, I can assure you that I am NOT an alcoholic!" Can you guess what he said next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Denial is the first sign!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!! How can you tell someone that they are all wrong about you? Why can't you blow off some steam and have some drinks. I could understand if I came off like Anna Nicole or maybe Tara Reid, but come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,....I pulled a Cartman from SouthPark. "WHATEVAH, WHAT-EVAH! I DO WHAT I WANT!!" and blew the whole thing off. I am so done with DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;OH AND TO EVERYONE THAT RESPONDED TO THE WHOLE "BECKY" STORY....THANKS!! I REALLY NEEDED YOUR FEEDBACK BECAUSE I WASN'T SURE AS TO WHETHER OR NOT I WAS OVERREACTING. I HAVE SPOKEN TO HER ONCE SINCE THAT POST. I WAS ON MY WAY TO FLORIDA AND TOMMY TUTONES SONG 867-5309 CAME ON THE RADIO. IT'S HER FAVORITE. SO, I DECIDED TO PUNK OUT AND CALL HER AGAIN. SHE DIDN'T ANSWER. SO, I SAID TO MYSELF AGAIN,..."I TRIED!" SHE CALLED A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER, SOBBING. SHE SAID SHE WAS SORRY SHE'S SUCH A BAD FRIEND. SHE SAID SHE HASN'T BEEN HERSELF MENTALLY AND THINGS WERE REALLY FALLING APART. SHE SAID THE DOCTORS DON'T THINK HER GRANDSON WILL MAKE IT. THEY (THE DOCTORS) HAVE ALREADY GIVEN UP. SHE IS DEVISTATED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;now, the me part....i feel like shit for basically disconnecting her out of my life. x, you were right. some people just don't want to talk things out. i don't operate like that so that concept is hard to take in. when you don't communicate, my imagination runs. i thought it was a sign from GOD to end our friendship. You know that whole reason, season stuff? i just felt so helpless when i got off the phone with her. all anyone can do is pray. it's really bad that she has GOD issues. things may never let up for her as a result. but,...i pray all will be well with her and the family soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO TODAY........I GOT GANKED. SOME MUTHA STOLE MY VISA CHECK CARD AND HAD A CHARGIN' GOOD TIME. HERE I AM WITH NO ACCESS TO ANY OF MY FUNDS.....THAT'S F*CKED!! TO THE THEIF DUDE,.....I HOPE YOU TOTALLY GET YOURS AT A TIME WHEN YOU NEED EVERY DIME....BITCH ASS MO FO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112830485619066465?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112830485619066465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112830485619066465' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112830485619066465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112830485619066465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-name-is-jazzand-he-thinks-im.html' title='MY NAME IS JAZZ,....AND HE THINKS I&apos;M AN ALCOHOLIC'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112768821239402548</id><published>2005-09-25T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:56:38.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY? THE WAKE UP CALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="469" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/Mugshot__Lil-Kim1.jpg" width="124" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 155px" height="170" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/lil_kim3-thumb.jpg" width="140" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="157" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/KIMNEW.jpg" width="70" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIL KIM,.... I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER. APPARENTLY, SHE HAS ISSUES.....WITH HER SELF IMAGE, HER FRIENDS, YOU NAME IT. AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT THOUGHT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL BEFORE ALL THE PLASTIC SURGERY? WHY DO WE DO THIS TO OURSELVES ANYWAY? AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY WITH THE THINGS GOD GAVE US? (I KNOW, THAT'S ANOTHER STORY)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THEN, BELIEVING THE HYPE, BELIEVING IN JIVE ASS WANNA BE GANGSTAS....STANDING FOR "FAM!"(WHO APPARENTLY RODE YOUR COAT-TAIL ALONG WITH BIGGIE, AND MOOCHED OFF OF YOU BOTH) WHERE DID IT GET YOU? F*CKED!!! AND NOT IN THE CONTROLLING WAY YOU LIKE IT ON WAX BUT IN THE MOST FOUL WAY....THROUGH BETRAYAL. WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE, MOST LOOK OUT FOR SELF. WILL YOU FROM NOW ON? WHAT WILL YOU LEARN FROM THIS LIFE LESSON? MUTHA F*CKAS AIN'T SH*T!? PLASTIC PARTS, FAKE EYES, BOOBS AND BLONDE HAIR WON'T SAVE YOU BECAUSE UNDER IT ALL, YOU'RE STILL BLACK. WHERE WERE PUFF, PAMELA LEE, THE JUNIOR MAFIA AND ALL THE OTHERS YOU LOVE TO ASSOCIATE WITH? DO YOU THINK YOU WILL COME OUT RICHER BECAUSE OF IT ALL LIKE MARTHA? THIS IS A WAKE UP CALL. I KNOW PEOPLE WHO ARE DOWN FOR THEIR GANGS, SORORITES &amp;amp; FRATERNITIES, ETC. LIKE THEY KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT THEIR BROTHEREN WOULD NEVER TURN ON THEM, BUT WHAT DO YOU REALLY KNOW? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY BEST FRIEND OF 8YRS, LETS CALL HER BECKY, HASN'T REALLY BEEN SPEAKING TO ME. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I HAVE DONE. I TRIED TO TALK TO HER ABOUT IT AND SHE SAYS THAT THERE IS NOTHING WRONG. SHE AVOIDS ME, SHE WON'T ANSWER MY CALLS AND WHEN SHE DOES, SHE JUST MAKES LIKE SHE'S SO BUSY. I WOULD BELIEVE THAT IF I DIDN'T KNOW HER SO WELL. IT'S ALL OUT OF HER CHARACTER. I ASKED A MUTUAL FRIEND ABOUT IT AND HE SAYS,...AS IF I AM BEING COMPLETELY SELFISH AND SELF-CENTERED......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED TO THINK ABOUT WHAT SHE IS GOING THROUGH? MAYBE YOU REMIND HER OF EVERYTHING SHE DOESN'T HAVE AND SHE DOESN'T NEED THAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SO, I'M LIKE "WHAT"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HE SAYS WELL, "THINK ABOUT HER DAUGHTER (FORMERLY A DRUG ADDICT ALONG WITH HER CRACK HEAD BOYFRIEND, WHO IS NOW SPENDING A YEAR IN JAIL FOR HIS USAGE) JUST HAD A BABY WHO IS EXTREMELY UNHEALTHY AND HAS BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL, IN AND OUT OF SURGERIES SINCE HIS BIRTH 3 MONTHS AGO. BECKY QUIT HER JOB FOR ANOTHER IN WHICH LOTS WAS OFFERED AND NOTHING MANIFESTED. SHE BUSTED HER ASS AND THEY REFUSED TO PAY HER BY CLAIMING THEY WERE GOING OUT OF BUSINESS. HER HUSBAND'S CONTROLLING AND ABUSIVE AND HER ENTIRE FAMILY DEPENDS ON HER.........YOU, (MEANING ME) TO HER, HAVE EVERYTHING. YOUR NEICE IS BIG STRONG AND HEALTHY AND YOU LOVE YOUR JOB. YOU HAVE NO CONTROLLING RELATIONSHIPS AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE. YOU HAVE THE PERROGATIVE TO BE COMPLETELY SELFISH."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'D NEVER THOUGHT OF THINGS THAT WAY BUT STILL, THAT'S NO REASON TO BE PISSED AT ME. YOU SEE, BECKY HAS GOD ISSUES AND I KNOW.....LIKE DARK CLOULDS CLEARING IN THE SKY THAT GOD CAN CHANGE THINGS. IF ONLY SHE'D TRY GOD,...EVERYTHING WOULD MIRACULOUSLY CHANGE FOR THE BETTER. IT'S NOT MY FAULT THESE THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO HER AND IT'S NOT FAIR THAT SHE HOLDS MY BLESSINGS AGAINST ME. AM I SUPPOSED TO BE ASHAMED OR FEEL BAD ABOUT THE WAY GOD HAS BLESSED ME TO KEEP FROM HURTING PEOPLES FEELINGS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIKE LIL' KIM, I'VE LEARNED THAT PEOPLE CAN TURN ON YOU FOR NO REASON AT ALL (NO LIGITIMATE REASON ANYWAY). WHAT'S IMPORTANT IS HOW YOU HANDLE THE SITUATION? DO YOU ACCEPT, EMBRACE THE REJECTION?BETRAYAL (IN KIMS CASE) AND TREAT PEOPLE ACCORDINGLY (DISCONNECT OR CUT THEIR ASSES OFF) OR DO YOU RESIST, CONTINUE TO ASK AND BEG WHAT YOU DID WRONG, APOLOGIZE, BEG FOR FORGIVENESS AND TRY TO FIX THINGS? WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IN MY SITUATION, I THINK IT'S SOME DUMB ISH TO GET PISSED OFF ABOUT. THAT'S SOME HATER ISH. BUT IT'S GOOD TO KNOW BECAUSE,....UNLIKE KIM, I AM CHOOSING TO DISCONNECT BEFORE I GET BURNED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112768821239402548?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112768821239402548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112768821239402548' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112768821239402548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112768821239402548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-wake-up-call.html' title='WHY? THE WAKE UP CALL!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112702037752445037</id><published>2005-09-18T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:27:52.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGIC 97'S  BOOGIE NIGHTS BALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MAGIC 97'S BOOGIE NIGHTS BALL 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="622" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball9.jpg" width="237" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="490" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball8.jpg" width="207" /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this guy reminds me of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; beastie boys sabbotage video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and pic 2 is my boss and his awesome sig other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball6.jpg" width="211" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="476" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball3.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the cutest couple and....&lt;/span&gt;check out the soultrain line....gone wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="497" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball7.jpg" width="196" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="479" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball10.jpg" width="181" /&gt; my crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="503" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball5.jpg" width="196" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="486" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball4.jpg" width="193" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was packed and hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="481" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball15.jpg" width="183" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="464" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball18.jpg" width="187" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me....totally feelin' it.....and the funkiest mullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="433" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball2.jpg" width="164" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="450" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball19.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some of my friends get really affectionate when they are on the sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="471" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball17.jpg" width="185" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="450" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball14.jpg" width="207" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and others just wanna par-tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 178px" height="475" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball12.jpg" width="165" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="444" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball.jpg" width="144" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for real,....no one had a sell on afro wigs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="470" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball13.jpg" width="171" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="498" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/boogienightsball11.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF U KNOW HOW I LOVE TO PARTY BUT THE NEWBIES DON'T. SO CHECK IT. MY STATION HAD IT'S FIRST PARTY. IT WAS A 70'S BASH THAT WE NAMED THE BOOGIE NIGHTS BALL. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL....CHOCOLATE, VANILLA, YOUNG AND OLD...IT WAS LIKE STUDIO 54 ROSE FOR ONE NIGHT IS THIS SMALL METROPOLIS. NO FIGHTS, NO FROWNS,...JUST PEOPLE GETTING F*ED-UP AND HAVIN' A BLAST. GOD I LOVE CLEAR CHANNEL. THIS IS THE BEST COMPANY I HAVE EVER WORKED FOR. I WENT THROUGH SO MANY CRAPPY JOBS. I WAS LOYAL TO SO MANY EMPLOYERS THAT NEVER GAVE A "F" ABOUT ME. MY NEW BOSS,....HE IS TRUELY AMAZING. (I KNOW, IT'S WEIRD) I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM OR ANYTHING....I'M JUST SO OVERWHELMED. THE OTHER PROGRAM DIRECTORS FOR THE OTHER STATIONS ARE SO SUPPORTIVE OF ME. I'M GETTING USED TO IT AT THE SAME TIME....STILL IN SHOCK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY, SORRY...I TOTALLY HAVE A.D.D. I CAN GO OFF A SUBJECT IN A NEW YORK MILLA-SECOND. ANYWAZ, THESE ARE JUST SOME OF THE PICS FROM THE BASH. THERE IS THIS ONE OF ME THAT I SO WANT TO POST, I DON'T REMEMBER TAKING IT BUT IF CB SAW IT....I'D HAVE SOME SPLAININ' TO DO...AND I GOT NOTHING. OH WELL.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112702037752445037?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112702037752445037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112702037752445037' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112702037752445037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112702037752445037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/09/magic-97s-boogie-nights-ball.html' title='MAGIC 97&apos;S  BOOGIE NIGHTS BALL'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112649078401478412</id><published>2005-09-11T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:11:30.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I WASN'T GONNA DO THIS BUT......IT WAS REQUESTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OFF.....I HAVE NO CHILDREN, NOR DO I WANT ANY. PEOPLE LIKE ME NORMALLY DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT HEARING ABOUT OTHER FOLKS KIDS EITHER. PARENTS ARE SO UNDERSTANDABLY PROUD OF THEIR KIDS AND THAT'S AWESOME! USUALLY, WHEN SOMEONE ASKS ME TO LOOK AT BABY PIC OR COME TO A BABY'S BDAY PARTY, I'M THE ONE THAT WILL SAY,...."OH, I'LL LOOK AT THE PHOTOS LATER" OR "CAN I JUST SEND A GIFT?" I MEAN, I AM A SINGLETON, THAT'S NOT MY THING. I NEVER BABY-SAT. JUST WASN'T INTO IT. SO, WHEN I SAY THESE THINGS TO SOME OF MY FRIENDS, THEY GET THE IDEA THAT I HATE KIDS. THIS IS RETARDED. I JUST WASN'T INTERESTED IN THEIR KIDS, I WISHED THE BEST FOR THEM, JUST WASN'T PERSONALLY INTERESTED. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WELL NOW, HERE COMES "THE NEICE." I LOVE HER TO PIECES. NOTHING HAS CHANGED, I'M STILL NOT ALL THAT INTERESTED IN OTHER FOLKS KIDS BUT AT LEAST NOW, I WILL LOOK AT PHOTOS........ONLY SO I CAN PULL OUT MINE OF THE NEICE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT ANNOYED ME, ALWAYS BRAGGING ABOUT THE KIDS. BUT THEN, COOL ASS LUKE HAD TO ASK ABOUT "THE NEICE" AND.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="379" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/madisonchristeninggown2.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE'S A HEARTBREAKER ALREADY. THEY GROW UP SO FAST. THROUGH HER, I GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS. I LOVE ON HER THEN I GIVE HER BACK. I MAKE HER LAUGH, WE PLAY AND I SHOP,....THEN I GIVE HER BACK. SHE CRAPS, SLOBBERS, HAS THE RUNNY NOSE, OR CRIES....I GIVE HER BACK. BEING AN AUNT IS THE BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 465px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="352" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/christeninggown.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WENT HOME TO THE ATL THIS WEEKEND TO SEE LIL SIS, THE NEICE AND BRO LAW AND THE NEICE HAS HER FIRST COLD. I SHOWERED HER WITH BABY DIVA GIFTS AND PLAYED WITH HER FOR A WHILE THEN SHE GOT A LITTLE CRANKY. THE MEDICINE DIDN'T HELP HER SLEEP. SHE KEPT HER MOM AND DAD UP TIL 5AM,....IT'S SAD TO SAY....AUNTIE, SLEPT HARD! NEVER HEARD A THING. I WAS AWAKE, ALERT AND PERKY THE NEXT MORNING.....JUST IN TIME TO PLAY WITH A HAPPY BABY THAT FINALLY GOT A NIGHTS REST...UNLIKE HER PARENTS. HEY, THAT'S WHAT PARENTS ARE FOR, TEEHEE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE'S 6MTHS OLD ALREADY AND LOOKS LIKE SHES A YEAR. WE CALL HER BAM-BAM BECAUSE SHE'S BIG, HEALTHY AND STRONG AS ALL GET OUT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANKS FOR ASKING ABOUT HER LUKE. SORRY I HAD TO GO ALL PROUD AUNT ON YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112649078401478412?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112649078401478412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112649078401478412' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112649078401478412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112649078401478412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/09/neice.html' title='THE NEICE'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112577905769326212</id><published>2005-09-03T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:21:36.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAT'S OFF TO KANYE!! &amp; HARRY CONNICK!!</title><content type='html'>I KNOW MANY OF YOU CAN'T STAND HIM BUT THIS BROTHA IS ALRIGHT WITH ME. AMIDST A SEA OF BLACK MILLIONAIRES....HE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT WASN'T AFRAID TO SAY WHAT MOST BLACKS HAVE BEEN SAYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON CAMERA, NO LESS......&lt;a href="http://www.bet.com/Music/kanye+west+goes+off.htm?wbc_purpose=Basic&amp;WBCMODE=PresentationUnpublished"&gt;http://www.bet.com/Music/kanye+west+goes+off.htm?wbc_purpose=Basic&amp;amp;WBCMODE=PresentationUnpublished&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANYE, YOU WILL FOREVER HAVE A FAN IN ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY CONNICK JR. (I'VE CRUSHED ON YOU SINCE THE BEGINNING),  HAS BEEN SUCH A SUPERHERO THROUGH THIS.  WHEN THE MARSALIS BROS (AS MUCH AS I LOVE THEM) WOULDN'T GO IN,....YOU WERE LIKE,..."F-IT, THAT'S MY HOME, THOSE ARE MY HOMIES AND THEY'VE BEEN GOOD TO ME....I'M GOING IN!"  IF HARRY HADN'T BROUGHT THE CNN CAMERAS IN,....THE WORLD WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN.  THEY WOULD HAVE JUST CONTINUED TO BELIEVE IN FOX NEWS' OVER EMPHASIZING OF THE WHOLE "LOOTING THING!"  THANKS HARRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH ALOT OF PEOPLE SAY YOU SUCK AND I THINK, AFTER THE FACT,...YOU PUNKED OUT A BIT,.....MAYOR NAGIN, THANKS FOR CUSSIN' FOLKS OUT ON &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/09/02/honore.profile/index.html"&gt;WWL-AM AND GIVING PROPS WHERE THEY DESERVE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAS TO HAPPEN FOR PEOPLE TO SEE JUST HOW CORRUPT THIS COUNTRY IS?  I LOVE LIVING IN THE FREE WORLD FOR ALL YOU (RIGHT WING NUTS OUT THERE) BUT THERE ARE SOME SHADY MUTHAS IN OFFICE.  YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112577905769326212?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112577905769326212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112577905769326212' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112577905769326212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112577905769326212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/09/hats-off-to-kanye-harry-connick.html' title='HAT&apos;S OFF TO KANYE!! &amp; HARRY CONNICK!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112560882993520064</id><published>2005-09-01T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:41:51.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ORLEANS HEARTBREAK</title><content type='html'>i have so much work to do. so much to get done before the holiday. i have been glued to the tv and internet, watching footage of all the goings on in New Orleans. i have been fighting back tears. this is a place i have never visited. i got my degree in music. my music professors were black so instead of classical, they would always school us on our rich heritage and the part that showcased jazz, it's birth and growth. i learned about jelly roll morton &amp; scott joplin. i learned about ragtime and other early forms of jazz as we know it. it all started in New Orleans. i felt obligated to see this beautiful historic place. i wanted to see funeral processions and taste some cajun cuisine. now, it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really hurts is to see so many of GOD's kids, our people,...in so much pain. i am doing all that i can do, along with my station and company to make some sort of difference. i still feel helpless. where are the fucking superheroes when you need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i see more footage of looting. this lady i work with (just married a lawyer who purchased her a jaguar) said, "oh jazz, isn't it just horrible?" so i said (thinking of all the people that lost EVERYTHING!), "it breaks my heart, i wouldn't know what to do or where to go" She says, "No Jazz, I think it's a shame that those people are looting like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******I needed a moment to get my thoughts together *********&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I must explain this with sesitivity and then I say,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so, imagine losing EVERYTHING!!! YOU HAVE NOTHING!!! ONLY THE CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK, NO BATH, NO ATM CARD, NO ID, NO PHONE, KIDS CRYING, NO NOTHING! YOU HAVE NOTHING! YOU CAN'T EVEN GO TO A FRIENDS HOUSE BECAUSE NOTHINGS THERE. YOU CAN'T GO TO THE BANK, EVEN IF YOU HAD MONEY IN IT BECAUSE....THERE IS NOTHING THERE!!! THE WORLD AS YOU KNOW IT DOES NOT EXIST. DEAD BODIES ARE FLOATING BY, PEOPLE SITTING ON ROOF TOPS. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU WOULDN'T LOSE IT! PEOPLE ARE NOW IN SURVIVAL MODE. YOU DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO TO SURVIVE. PUT YOURSELF IN SOMEONE ELSES SHOES. THERE IS NO PLAN B FOR SHIT LIKE THIS. THE VERY PEOPLE THAT ARE THERE TO HELP (LIKE POLICE) HAVE GIVEN UP, THE MAYOR HAS EVEN ESCAPED THE CITY. OUR JIVE ASS PRESIDENT THAT YOUR PUNK ASS PUT IN OFFICE ASSURES THE AMERICAN PEOPLE THAT HELP IS ON THE WAY. WHEN WE ALL KNOW THAT IT TOOK THE MILITARY FAR LESS TIME TO INVADE IRAQ AND DROP FOOD THAN IT'S TAKING TO HELP A SMALL CITY IN LOUISIANA TO RECEIVE ASSISTANCE. THINK ABOUT THE SHIT YOU SAY. IT'S SAD THAT THINGS HAVE COME TO THIS BUT HONESTLY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD DO IF YOU SAW NO WAY OUT? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9160710/"&gt;look at this footage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said, "anyway, i just think it's a shame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the injustice of it all, pisses me off.....check out &lt;a href="http://tademy.blogspot.com/2005/09/multiple-choice.html"&gt;diva's blog entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AMAZING TO ME HOW SOME PEOPLE CAN JUST DISCONNECT. THIS ONE RACEST LADY SAID THAT THE PEOPLE IN NEW ORLEANS SHOULD BE LEFT THERE. AS IF THEY ARE JUST ANIMALS AND DON'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE HUMAN BEINGS. IT ENRAGES ME.....AND BUSH SUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112560882993520064?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112560882993520064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112560882993520064' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112560882993520064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112560882993520064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-orleans-heartbreak.html' title='NEW ORLEANS HEARTBREAK'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112545257920461036</id><published>2005-08-30T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:57:22.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK.......AGAIN!....FOR REAL THIS TIME!</title><content type='html'>IT'S BEEN 2 MONTHS SINCE MY LAST BLOG ENTRY. I FEEL LIKE A DORK, A COMPLETE SLACKER FOR LACKING ON THIS. I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH. I MUST DO SOME BLOG-BYS AND CATCH UP. I HAVE BEEN WORKING MY BUTT OFF. MY BOSS IS ALWAYS TELLING ME TO GO HOME AND I WORK TOO MUCH. I HAVE BECOME OBSESSED WITH THIS STATION AND IT'S SUCCESS. I DON'T KNOW WHY,...I FEEL LIKE I HAVE ALWAYS DONE ENOUGH TO GET BY .....BUT THIS IS THE THING THAT HAS ME PROVING TO MYSELF WHAT I AM CAPABLE OF. FAILURE ISN'T AN OPTION. I HATED MY LAST JOB AND GOD BLESSED ME WITH THIS ONE. I LOVE IT HERE SO IT DOESN'T EVEN FEEL LIKE WORK. HAVE YOU EVER FELT THAT WAY? WEIRD, I KNOW. REALLY,....I'M NOT ON CRACK. (SMILE) ANYWAY, I MADE A VOW TO BLOG REGULARLY. IT'S GONNA TAKE ME A MINUTE TO CATCH UP ON YOUR BLOGS. FUNKDEEVA, SORRY I MISSED YOU IN THE ATL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAZZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hours later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH,...THE FUNNIEST THING......SO, I WAS DRIVING PAST WALMART AND THERE WAS THIS CHURCH SIGN ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. IT SAID,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP, DROP AND ROLL DOES NOT WORK IN HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll, I can't stop laughing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112545257920461036?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112545257920461036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112545257920461036' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112545257920461036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112545257920461036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-backagainfor-real-this-time.html' title='I&apos;M BACK.......AGAIN!....FOR REAL THIS TIME!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-112009555839281773</id><published>2005-06-29T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:12:17.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M FEELIN THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WHILE BACK (LIKE ALMOST A YEAR IT SEEMS), I WAS SHOPPING LATE NIGHT AT WALLY WORLD,...U KNOW, LIKE 3AM WHEN THERE IS NO TRAFFIC, NO DRAMA, NO CONGESTION....THE WAY I LOVE TO SHOP. ANYWAZ....I WALKED THROUGH THE ELECTRONICS SECTION TO CHECK OUT OLD MOVIES AND AS USUAL....IT WAS A TOTAL GHETTO SCENE WITH PEOPLE BLASTING THE STEREOS LIKE IT WAS CLUB WALLY WORLD. THERE WAS THIS SONG THAT CAME ON AS I SHOPPED AND STOPPED ME DEAD IN MY TRACKS. THE MUSIC SOUNDED LIKE SOME OLD EARTH WIND &amp; FIRE AND THE GUYS VOICE SOUNDED ALOT LIKE D'ANGELO. I THOUGHT...."OMG!!! THAT'S THE SH*T!" I HAD NO CLUE AS TO WHO IT WAS. CALLED THE STATION IMMEDIATELY BUT.....IT WAS 3AM.....AUTOMATION! NO ONE WAS THERE. I DOCUMENTED THE DAY AND TIME THE SONG PLAYED AND CALLED THE STATION THE NEXT DAY DURING BUSINESS HOURS AND THE MUSIC &amp;amp; PROGRAM DIRECTORS HAD NO CLUE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAM!! DAM!! DAM!!! SIGH.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THEN, ONE DAY IN THE BLOGSPHERE WHEN I WAS STILL A NEWBIE AND I USED TO GAWK ALOT BECAUSE THE LIVES OF OTHERS WAS SO FASCINATING TO ME. I CHECKED OUT THE BLOG OF &lt;a href="http://xquizzyt1.blogs.com/xquizzyt1/2004/10/hey_all.html#comments"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THE AIR BECAUSE SHE WAS FEELIN THIS NEW SONG BY THIS DUDE NAMED RAHEEM DEVAUGHN. I NEVER REALLY DO THIS BECAUSE IT COULD BE A VIRUS OR SOMETHING....I DON'T KNOW, BUT I CLICKED THE LINK AND SCREAMED TO THE TOP OF MY LUNGS....."OMG!!!! THIS IS THE SONG!!!!!" NOW, I HAD A NAME TO PUT WITH THE SONG. I CALLED MY BUDDY AT THE STATION THE NEXT DAY AND HE WAS ALL LIKE...."OH, I KNOW WHAT SONG U TALKIN' BOUT! WANT ME TO SEND U THE MP3?" I SAID,...."HELL, YEAH!!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I BURNED A CD SINGLE AND LISTENED TO THE SONG REPEATEDLY,.....EVERYDAY.....TO AND FROM MY TRIPS TO ATL....AT THE DESK....IN THE CAR....IN THE BEDROOM....NON-STOP! HELL, IT'S EVEN A RINGTONE ON MY PHONE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAZ....I GOOGLE THE HELL OUT OF THIS DUDE AND FIND THE HOME PAGE AND THERE WAS NO RELEASE DATE FOR THE LONGEST TIME. I WONDERED WHAT IN THE HELL WAS WRONG. THE RECORD COMPANY IS F*CKING UP BECAUSE THIS HAS "BLOW-UP!" POTENTIAL. STILL.....NOTHING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FINALLY....I'M CHECKING OUT THE SUNDAY PAPER....NOT FOR NEWS, BUT FOR THE SALES AND FLIP TO CIRCUIT CITY AND WHAT DID I SEE? DANG SKIPPY.....RAHEEM DEVAUGHN'S ALBUM RELEASE!!! OMG!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE CD IS EVERYTHING I WISHED IT WOULD BE. IN THE ABSCENCE OF OUR BELOVED CRACKED OUT D'ANGELO....RAHEEM HAS ARRIVED. SOME WOULD NEVER COMPARE THE TWO AND THAT'S FINE. I'M JUST HAPPY HE'S HERE MAKING THE MUSIC HE DOES. IT'S NEO-SOULLY, SEXY WITH A SPLASH OF FUNK. HE'S D'ANGELO, MAXWELL, DWELE AND A LITTLE RAPHAEL SAADIQ WITH SPRINKLES OF PRINCE. THIS CD IS BRILLIANT AND I AM TOTALLY FEELIN' IT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/raheemdevaughn.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theloveexperience.com/index_main.html"&gt;RAHEEM DEVAUGHN'S &lt;/a&gt;NEW CD IS HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I JUST GOT THE NEW ANTHONY HAMILTON AND COLDPLAY CDS...CAN'T WAIT TO CHECK EM OUT. WHAT HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN JAMMIN' TO LATELY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS....THANKS FOR THE B-DAY SHOT OUTS. I PARTIED TOO HARD TO BE AS OLD AS I AM. PICS FROM THE B-DAY AND FAMILY REUNION FROM HELL ARE COMING THIS WEEKEND. MISS U GUYS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-112009555839281773?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/112009555839281773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=112009555839281773' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112009555839281773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/112009555839281773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-feelin-this.html' title='I&apos;M FEELIN THIS'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111947241016402118</id><published>2005-06-21T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:38:19.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U WANT IT,.... YA GOT IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;OK,..things have been CRAZY!!! I hate that I can't blog like I want but I will try to make up for it in this entry......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check it out, the new station vehicle......THE MAGIC MOBILE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="276" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01379.jpg" width="640" /&gt; too girly?  I love it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lots has been going on with the launch of my new station.  Thursday, we threw our first event....MARTINI FEST.  People paid 20 bucks to sample food from different restaurants and 25 martinis all night long.  It was civilized....until the booze came, then we got busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="352" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01389.jpg" width="640" /&gt; this was an actual chocolate tower.....just waiting for anyone to grab those strawberries and grapes for the drenching.  mmmmm yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="332" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01398.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="371" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01409.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then things really got interesting.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my cool, kick ass, new boss took us to an after party and spent 200 bucks on shots for his employees...on a THURSDAY!!! WHO DOES THIS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="285" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01417.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="452" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01432.jpg" width="480" /&gt; there were more pics once the shots started coming but i guess i was a little too drunk because everything came out B-L-U-R-R-Y!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywaz....then came friday.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WAS HURTING!!!  Remember, I have to be at work at 5am for the morning show now.  It wasn't pretty....(which is why there is no picture) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what do I do?  After work I went to my friend Liz's "I'm Divorced and it ROCKS!"  party.  She apparently does this every year.  It's year 3 for her. Is it me or is this weird? Whatever....free drinks, so I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 116px" height="369" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01442.jpg" width="640" /&gt; she had these little plates and everything. When it was all over we  lounged out back listening to Michael Buble' (has anyone heard his stuff.....AWESOME) Anywaz....her aunt came over and she had this thick southern accent (I have totally lost mine even though I haven't been anywhere) Her accent was sort of Savannah and she had that old southern belle etiquette going.  It was so cool.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="640" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01441.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got home at 2am.  I know what you are thinking....I'm a crackhead, right? I know it was crazy because I had to get right on up the next morning at 5am to be in Atlanta by 8am for the neice's Christening.  I HURT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm now at this huge church that had security in golf carts blocking off parking decks, which I hate. All I can think about during service is how I am gonna make a run for it and jump in the car and take a nap until it's all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="537" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01462.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's exactly when the Minister tells the ushers to "Man the doors!"  WHAT?  Aww DAM!!!!  (I thought)  Then, Oops...my bad LORD....didn't mean to think bad words in church.  So, I hurt for what feels like 11 hours. My aunt manages to sneak in some nods on the sly.  I know now that the key is...tented glasses and a big hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="555" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01456.jpg" width="540" /&gt; So anyway.....after everything was over.....DAMMIT!! THEY WANT TO TAKE PICTURES, TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="528" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01466.jpg" width="540" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="479" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01469.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY SO SIS, BRO-LAW AND THE NEICE LOOK ADORABLE.....I SUCKED IT UP.  THEN, I GOT MY NAP ON.  Man, I am getting old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my sis wants the whole family to go to some place called Etos in Atlanta.  It was interesting.  We got stuck with the waiter virgin. Yep....we broke him in.  He placed menus around the table for each family member.  The problem was that the menus weren't neccessarily ON the table. Yeah,....THEY CAUGHT FIRE....right before our eyes.  It was one of those Japanese style restaurants.  Then we had to move to another seating area and wait another 20mins for the table to heat.  OYI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="267" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01485.jpg" width="640" /&gt; The food was excellent.....when we finally ate.  Then, I had to hit the road immediately after because I had to get back in time to do the morning show.  I HURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="1044" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01476.jpg" width="842" /&gt; Needless to say, before it was over....I was as pooped as the neice.  My Birthday is today and I am too tired to even sing the dang song.  I am so sleepy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hits don't stop there.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This weekend.....FAMILY REUNION!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORD, PLEASE HELP ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ps. thanks for the card case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111947241016402118?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111947241016402118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111947241016402118' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111947241016402118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111947241016402118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/06/u-want-it-ya-got-it.html' title='U WANT IT,.... YA GOT IT!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111875672533554061</id><published>2005-06-14T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:49:32.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG GEENA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DC3.bmp" /&gt;  DC3 BROKE UP......OFFICIALLY!  WE KNEW IT WAS COMING.....DANG U, BEYONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/michael-jackson.jpg" /&gt;  MJ WAS AQUITTED!!!  YAE!!! (I AM AND ALWAYS WILL FOREVER BE DOWN WITH PRINCE....JUST HAD TO MAKE THAT CLEAR) MJ WAS RAILROADED.....HE DID HOWEVER, PUT HIMSELF IN THAT SITUATION.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INFERNO DRAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHAVONDA "CLAIMED" SHE "FIXED" THE INFERNO AND "PURPOSELY" LOST THE BATTLE AGAINST TONYA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CT TURNED OUT TO BE......"A BITCH!" (he's still a HOTTIE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MTV MOVIE AWARDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE AND KATIE HOLMES......I AM REALLY HAPPY THAT PEOPLE FIND LOVE BUT THEY SO ANNOY ME.  THEY MAKE ME WANNA THROW UP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LINDSAY LOHAN (AS MUCH AS I LOVE HER) BEAT OUT HILLARY SWANK AS BEST ACTRESS AT THE MTV MOVIE AWARDS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JIMMY FALLON SUCKED AS A HOST THIS YEAR,....GIVE IT BACK TO CHRIS ROCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK LOOKED GLAM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NICOLE KIDMAN NEEDS TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HER INNER STELLA AND PULL A DEMI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NICOLE RICHIE LOOKS BETTER WITHOUT PARIS HILTON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; DANG.....ALL THIS WENT DOWN THIS WEEK,....PLUS VIBE AND MUSIC MIDTOWN MUSIC FEST IN THE ATL ALL IN THE SAME WEEKEND.......I NEED REST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111875672533554061?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111875672533554061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111875672533554061' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111875672533554061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111875672533554061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/06/dang-geena.html' title='DANG GEENA!!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111754616094254036</id><published>2005-05-31T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T09:29:21.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>i have so much to share with you guys.  i haven't had time for squat.  the new job has me practically living at work.  i have a sofa in my office and i hop on that bad boy.....sink down in it and i'm out.  ( i know it's bad)  but it's different when you like what you do and who you work for.  i tell you,....even that 5am thing has been "tolerable" because i love this place.  the boss is awesome and the co-workers are supportive and this company is the BOMB.  i love it.  maybe we are still on the honeymoon but i am totally milikin' it.  and then, there is the x-job.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, when you come from the places i worked prior to coming here.....you can totally appreciate this environment.  it's like when good guys say...."women don't appreciate a good man, they want a bad boy." the thing is that we LOVE good guys.... sometimes, it takes a bad boy to make us appreciate the good guys.  after knowing the alternative, GOOD GUYS ARE PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must know how i exited my last job.  well, knowing all the crap i had to put up with....alot of people would have just walked off the job and been like...."adios muthafker!"  but nooooo,.....not me, "the too nice" girl.  i told her in person that i was giving notice.  she asked if i were giving her at least 2 weeks.  i t0ld her that the job started in a week so i asked if the 2 weeks could be waived.  she said "no."  so, i worked 2weeks and for on week,....i had 2 full time jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaz,...the "middle class hater" (remember that?) says, "i've decided not to sign your release papers until you #1. Give me the pass code to your email account (not computer, but email) and #2.  Give me a copy of all of your music industry/record company contacts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen my face.  we began to argue (because i had nothing to lose anymore).  i told her, the last time i checked, the employee manual stated that in NOWAY should we EVER give the passcode to our email accounts under ANY circumstances and that my contacts were MINE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said, " you got those contacts while you worked for me, on my time! which makes them mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said, "are you crazy?  i have been in radio for 10yrs and i worked for you....6 months!  how you figure they're YOUR contacts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started yelling at me,...." i want those contacts and i wont sign your clearance papers if you don't give them to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***me thinking.......THIS BITCH IS CRAZY!!******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said,.... YOU KNOW WHAT, IF YOU HOLD MY CHECK, YOU WILL HEAR FROM MY LAWYER,....SIMPLE AS THAT!  I WILL NOT STAND HERE AND ARGUE WITH YOU.....I'M OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so here's the thing, it was easier to get on there.  to exit.....i had to get over 20 signatures from people in different departments that had nothing to do with what i did, departments that i never had any dealings with.  for instance.....i had to get the credit union to sign off when i didn't have an account.  i had to get the library to sign off.....i never had a library card from them.  (hell, since graduating from school and computers.....i haven't needed a library card) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still had to get about 15 more signatures of dept. heads who NEVER spent time in their offices so I had to hunt them down.  mind you, i'm still working my new job - crazy hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very stressfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i went back the next day to get the REST of the bazillion signatures. i ran into the ex-boss again and she was all like...."HI!!!  HOW ARE YOU?  DO YOU HAVE ALL THE SIGNATURES YOU NEED?  LET ME HELP YOU. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******now i am completely dumbfounded*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she snatched my sheet and walked it to one of the offices with me and got it signed.  she said, "so, you like your new job?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****me........this bitch is REALLY CRAZY!!!******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY,.....I GOT ALL SIGS....INCLUDING HERS.  THEN I HAD TO GET SCHEDULED FOR AN EXIT INTERVIEW.  (i know)  i was thinking the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW,....I AM DONE.  TODAY I SHALL PICK UP MY LAST CHECK AND THE RELATIONSHIP IS REALLY OVER!!!!  song to celebrate.....GREENDAY-GOOD RIDDANCE (TIME OF YOUR LIFE) AND KELIS .....I HATE U SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!!!UUUGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****I INTERUPT THIS BITCH SESSION FOR A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you see surreal life 4 reunion?  jane looked amazing.  adrian and peter brady are shacking and loving it.  marcus is still hot and he flashed the chest (hubba hubba).  mini me says he is now 3 weeks sober.  chyna doll got rid of the zero and cleaned her act (i loved her anyway) and lastly....da brat.....still in denial.  she says she is working on a new album and did the whole name drop thing but come on brat.  after the way she has shown her ass and hurt people.....who's gonna buy her album.  jane asked her if she like the way she was portrayed on camera and she said it was true to who she was.  JANE WAS TRYING TO HELP U OUT DUMB-ASS!  oh well,  i think shes the least liked person on the series EVER!  i bet u 5 dollars that people like/will like Omarosa over her.  CAN'T WAIT FOR SEASON 5.  DID YOU SEE THE PREVIEWS?  YAE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,...inferno.......why is it that the good guys always take the punks way out?  landon could have chosen ct or the midget abe.  why do they do this?  i miss coral!!! oh yeah, ct lost so many cool points.  he's hot but he's a butt-munch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,....i will check in later this week.  gotta go pay some bills.  (notice no pic of me in the profile? yeah, didn't pay the web site bill)  HOLLA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111754616094254036?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111754616094254036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111754616094254036' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111754616094254036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111754616094254036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/05/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111638245752315428</id><published>2005-05-17T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:23:25.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yuck tv....blah blah blah...yada yada yada</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while....but this MORNING thing has been "beating a sistah down." I should actually be in bed now. Blogging is so addictive. You know how you are supposed to work out and feel good about yourself but instead you eat loads of junk, watch tv and fall asleep only to wake up feeling guilty? Well,...that's how I feel when I don't blog often. (I know,....I should workout, right?.....oh well) Okay so,....here's a mindfull.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFERNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I hate Veronica and her boyfriend Rachel? WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE THEM DOWN?! I am so sick of people PUNKING OUT!!!!!! Why do they even invite boney ass people to even play in these games? JUST ONCE....I would like them to REALLY pair up equals on EACH team. ONCE!!! Why did Julie go with the team? The BAD ASS team cheated, why does it matter anymore who's doing what? THEY ALL MAKE ME SICK!! and Why is Landon such a DOOF? just asking.....I see why &lt;a href="http://www.mycrazylife.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; loves Dave so much. He's the only one with COMMON SENSE. Lord, they work my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to BRITNEY.......&lt;br /&gt;This bitch really makes me sick. Did you see ANY of her special on UPN? She is so obnoxiously arrogant. She's an egomaniac. Didn't know for sure but her little show definitely confirmed that BRITNEY IS &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; A DUMB ASS. I turned the channel....IMMEDIATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****CAN'T BELIEVE I STAYED UP FOR THIS CRAP******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep before GIRLFRIENDS aired and I heard it was GOOD!!! Someone please fill me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gunthershouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;JOSH&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.....So NOW I have to do a top 10 list of the things I love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My New Job (Since it's work....it had to be 10)&lt;br /&gt;09. My Car&lt;br /&gt;08.THE TUBES (COUCH POTATO CITY BABY)&lt;br /&gt;07.SLEEPING&lt;br /&gt;06.BLOGGING&lt;br /&gt;05.ART&lt;br /&gt;04.Seeing my BIG head sis and THE NEICE (why did I have to sing that Ray Charles i before e, except after c song to type that? I'm such a sped)&lt;br /&gt;03.COCKTAILS with friends (SOCIALIZING)&lt;br /&gt;02.blowing an endless supply of mulah on whatever I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;01. Uumm.......SEX (ps. there are rules that apply.....size DOES matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ya got me and I shall tag.....Mary, G and THE DIVAS (Diva, Wise Diva, FUNK DEEVA and Diva in the Scrubs) *****licking my tongue @ u***** UR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMKay......so what else is there? Well, I love being the boss at my new job. A couple of people have advised me to toughen up. They say I'm too nice. I guess I should get in touch with my inner BITCH! I used to be so self centered and self absorbed.  Hmm.....I wonder what happened to that girl? I thought I didn't care STILL. I thought I could still be the BITCH I love so much. What's happening to me? Why oh why are they calling me......NICE!!!!???? EEEWWWW!!! I HAVE COOTIES NOW!!!!  I wanna throw up.....NICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE WHEN WAS BEING NICE A CRIME? WHY MUST I BITCH? THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY ASK..... THEY SO WOULDN'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M AN ANGRY BITCH.  ONCE SHE'S UNLEASHED...... OYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....The morning show with Jazz is starting to warm up. Today, I had like 6 lattes. I WAS HYPE!!!! (guess that's why I am still awake) I am such a crackhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see ANTM? I couldn't believe they sent Brittney home. ....and what was up with the dude with the hard on during the shoot? PERVERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,...I'm gonna get to your blogs this week.....I PROMISE!!!! (pinky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U GUYS!!!!!! JAZZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111638245752315428?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111638245752315428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111638245752315428' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111638245752315428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111638245752315428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/05/yuck-tvblah-blah-blahyada-yada-yada.html' title='yuck tv....blah blah blah...yada yada yada'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111586888148600053</id><published>2005-05-11T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:06:38.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS "DA BOMB!!"</title><content type='html'>Y'all, I am literally in a dark room....hiding out just to post this entry. I'm in training. I apologize for keeping you guys out on a limb like that, but check it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HOOKED ME UP!  I AM THE PROGRAM DIRECTOR AND MORNING SHOW JOCK FOR A NEW RADIO STATION. WE LAUNCHED IT YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited because I'd been praying for a gig with this radio group .....but I never expected to be Program Director or even do mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE MORNINGS!!!! I'M A SLEEP IN SISTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I betcha I'll be gettin' my butt up errday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;draggin' into work....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and inhaling a gallon of coffee.....&lt;br /&gt;TO WHIP THE COMPETITION AND ENSURE THE POWERS THAT BE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT THEY MADE THE RIGHT DECISION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SHALL REPRESENT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to work before they send out a search party. I'll explain everything this weekend.  I love you all.  I pray for you all. I appreciate you as well.  Thank you for always being the support that I need to "keep on keeping on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the inferno was disappointing.....i hate brad lost.&lt;br /&gt;i did predict that the miz would win the life sheild but my spidey senses were off with the replacement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111586888148600053?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111586888148600053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111586888148600053' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111586888148600053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111586888148600053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-is-da-bomb.html' title='GOD IS &quot;DA BOMB!!&quot;'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111570102214735658</id><published>2005-05-10T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:57:02.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT!</title><content type='html'>I HAD MY MONDAY POST AS PROMISED ALL TYPED UP AND I CLICKED THE PREVIEW BUTTON TO PROOFREAD. (SOMETIMES I AM SO FILLED WITH EMOTION....MY SPELLING IS WORSE THAN USUAL)  WELL WHEN I CLICKED BACK TO THE MAIN SCREEN TO PUBLISH....IT WAS GONE. WTF!  SO, I WILL HAVE TO GO IN DETAIL LATER.  JUST KNOW THAT GOD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS AND I HAVE QUIT MY JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU LORD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111570102214735658?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111570102214735658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111570102214735658' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111570102214735658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111570102214735658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-quit.html' title='I QUIT!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111514387110616324</id><published>2005-05-03T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:22:48.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY OKAY....I'M BLOGGIN' ALREADY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;CASEY FUSSED AT ME FOR NOT UPDATING MY POSTS BUT THE THING IS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;THE GOOD NEWS IS IN THE MAKING AND THE WRONG READERS CAN'T KNOW ABOUT IT BEFORE IT'S TIME.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;WHICH IS REAL SOON. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;(WHAT'S UP WITH CO WORKERS AND BOSSES SNOOPING ANYWAY? THEY NEED TO BE WORKING.....LIKE I AM NOW ***TEEHEE***) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;I JUST KNOW THAT I AM UBER EXCITED AND HAPPIER THAN I HAVE BEEN IN A LONG TIME. I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS OPTIMISTIC SINCE I BOUGHT A LOTTO TICKET AND HIT THE LOTTERY......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;(OH,...DID I TELL U,..... I HIT THE POWERBALL? YEP....."2" DOLLARS RICHER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;SO ANYWAY, CASEY DECIDES TO GUESS THE NEWS AND GOES....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;"U'R PREGNANT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********JAW DROPPING SILENCE***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE I AM PROUD TO BE AN AUNT DOESN'T MEAN I WANNA GO OUT AND GET ONE. EEWWW, YUCK!! I LOVE THAT KIDS BELONG TO OTHER PEOPLE. I PLAY AND GIVE THEM BACK.....QUICKLY. MY SISTER CLAIMS SHE'S GONNA GET ME IN SHAPE TO BABYSIT. SHE ACTUALLY THINKS SHE'S GONNA GET ME TO CHANGE A DIAPER. I TOLD HER..."THAT'S WHAT PARENTS ARE FOR!" THE COOL FUNKY ECCENTRIC AUNT IS ONLY THERE FOR FUN &amp; GIGGLES ((.)PERIOD(!!!) EXCLAMATION POINT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,....UNTIL I CAN SPILL THE BEANS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;....HMM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;.....I KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;......MY FAVORITE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;........... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;OOOUUUU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET'S BITCH ABOUT THE INFERNO!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMKAY SO,....WHAT DID WE LEARN FROM LAST NIGHTS INFERNO? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;U DO DIRT, U GET DIRT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;U LAY IN BED W/ DOGS...U GET FLEAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;UUUHHH.....BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;....AND UHHH.....SHIT! OKAY, I'M DONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;TONYA WAS A BITCH TO BETH WHO WAS A BITCH ANYWAY BUT WAS WRONGLY BITCHED AT IN THE INFERNO. NOW....TONYAS BITCH POSSE (WE HATE U, VERONICA; VERONICAS BOYFRIEND, RACHEL; AND RALPH MOUTH TINA) HAS TURNED ON HER AND IT DOESN'T FEEL SO NICE. TONYAS SAYING SHE'S DONE WITH THEM (THE BITCH POSSE) PICKING AT HER AND SHE'S NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE,....SO,....TONYA IS CLAIMING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HER INNER BITCH AND LET THE BITCHIN' BEGIN. MEANWHILE.....DRAMA QUEEN DAN...THE MALE BITCH THAT TOOK UP FOR THE BITCH TONYA....WENT OFF..."KINDA" ON THE REST OF THE BITCH POSSE. HE OF COURSE, WAS IGNORED BECAUSE THE MIZ IS &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN &lt;/strong&gt;GOING INTO THE INFERNO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BITCHES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;***notice how many times the word BITCH was used in the previews?***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;(just wanted to point that out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PUT THE TAPE ON SLOW MO TO GUESS THE OUTCOME OF THE NEXT EPISODE. I PREDICT THAT MIKE WILL WIN THE LIFE SHEILD AND LANDON WILL GO IN AND LOSE IN THE INFERNO TO ABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAZ....I LOVE CAMERON DIAZ BUT COME ON....HER SHOW SUCKS. I REALLY APPRECIATE WHAT SHES TRYING TO DO. SHE'S TRYING TO TEACH US ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT AND HOW TO PRESERVE IT. &lt;strong&gt;GREAT CONCEPT!!&lt;/strong&gt; BUT ALL SHE SUCCEEDS IN DOING IS MAKING ME HATE HER FOR SHOWING OFF HER LONG ASS VACATION FOOTAGE OF HER TRAVELS ALL OVER THE WORLD with her RICH PERFECT FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;she makes me sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;.....PERFECT BITCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;***mouth poked out, rolling eyes***** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;no seriously....i love ya cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, AND MTV'S JOCKING A NEW GROUP. I WAS HAPPY THAT THE MIKE JONES BJ WAS OVER BUT NOW.....BLOC PARTY? COME ON PEOPLE.....THEY SUCK!!! OK....JUST THE LEAD SINGER. HE CAN'T SING AND HE TOTALLY TRIES TO BITE ROBERT SMITH OF THE CURE. &lt;strong&gt;HEY BLOC PARTY....U MAY BE YOUNGER, BUT YOU'RE NO CURE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (DID THAT COME OUT RIGHT?......ANYWAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE BANDS WOULD HATE ME. I THINK PRINCE FANS ARE PERFECTIONISTS......JUST LIKE PRINCE. IF YOU ARE GONNA BRING IT......BRING IT WITH THE PHONK!!! BE ON TOP OF YOUR GAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK....ON TO UPN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAS ANYONE WATCHED GIRLFRIENDS LATELY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;NEVA PLAY A PLAYA BECAUSE U GETZ PLAYED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;WHAT U DO, WILL COME BACK TO U! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;AND UUHHHH.......OKAY, OKAY....I'LL STOP. (teehee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;WELL LYNN (THE SLUT WE ALL LOVE) HAS BEEN GETTING SERVED BY TRICKY. SHE BOASTED ABOUT THEIR OPEN RELATIONSHIP AND HOW MUCH THEY ARE ALIKE BUT WHEN SHE SAW HIM WITH OTHER WOMEN.....SHE WAS TICKED OFF. TRICKY IS A PLAYA! I HOPE THEY KEEP HIM ON THE SHOW. SHE SINGS REALLY WELL. WHY DID THEY BREAK UP WILLIAM AND JOAN? THEY WERE TOO PERFECT. DID U KNOW THAT KELSEY GRAMMER IS THE EXECUTIVE PRODUCER OF THAT SHOW? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;LET ME REPHRASE THAT......DID U KNOW THAT KELSEY GRAMMER OF FRASIER, WAS THE EXECUTIVE PRODUCER OF A SHOW ON UPN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;HHMM....WHO'D A THUNK IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;AND AM I WRONG FOR LOVING TONI? SHE'S MY FAVORITE. SHE'S SO SELFISH AND MAKES NO APOLOGIES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;PEOPLE SAY SELFISH LIKE IT'S A BAD THING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;IT'S NOT THAT BAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;.........NOT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, ON TO OTHER NEWS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;..... MY ART IS IN A STORE AND THEY PUT IT IN THE FRONT WINDOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;OKAY,....I DO HAVE A COMPLAINT. I'M SORRY....BUT I DO. (GUESS IT'S THE SELFISHNESS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;I WISH THEY WOULD HAVE LET ME DECORATE THE WINDOW. MY STUFF IS KINDA THROWN IN THE WINDOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;WHAT WOULD U DO? I WANNA ASK IF I CAN HOOK IT UP BUT I'M AFRAID THAT THE OWNERS WILL GET TICKED OFF AND TAKE IT ALL OUT.......I DON'T KNOW, I'LL ASK JESUS. TONI'S GEEZ-US. (from GIRLFRIENDS.....teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN RELEASE HALF THE SECRET ON MONDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: block" align="center"&gt;Oh yeah,....Check out the latest of the the neice. I'm so in love, and the best part........I KNOW HOW TO GIVE HER BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="193" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00178.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111514387110616324?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111514387110616324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111514387110616324' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111514387110616324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111514387110616324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay-okayim-bloggin-already.html' title='OKAY OKAY....I&apos;M BLOGGIN&apos; ALREADY'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111454322319340390</id><published>2005-04-26T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:44:49.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so,...veronica and her boyfriend rachel were at it again. i seriously believe that mtv purposely rigs the infernos so that they can keep the most hated on television. (ex. loud ass tina and &lt;strike&gt;Jodi,&lt;/strike&gt; nope uh &lt;strike&gt;Jamie&lt;/strike&gt;... Hell, i don't know....the girl that stayed drunk that's dating mark (forgot her name) had to lug those 100 lb bags and all veronica has to do is twirl around in cloth and snatch a sign?) AARRGG!!! they make me sick.....i really want to boycott that show. ***u know i'll have my butt right smack dab in front of the tubes again on monday***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooouuu, and did you see the finale of the &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/the_surreal_life_4/series.jhtml"&gt;surreal life&lt;/a&gt;? Brat constantly calls everyone on the show a "has been." DUH...the shows intro mentions "B" list celebs. So Brat,....if you are lurking out there.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OFFICALLY......&lt;br /&gt;BRAT, U ARE A "HAS-BEEN!" U HAVEN'T BEEN "IN" SINCE FUNKDAFIED FELL OFF THE CHARTS. ****OH YEAH AND "GIVE IT 2 U" ***THAT WAS THE ISH*** BUT COME ON BRAT, GIVE IT UP. YOU WERE NOT THE COOL KID IN THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy, but I got more entertaining tv from Vern (Mini Me) who brings new meaning to "f*cked up, drunk as hell." I never cared for her as a wrestler but I love CHYNA DOLL. She's hilarious and knows how to work some lucite heels (oh yeah, props on the LV gear as well). Jane was adorable. Marcus (my future baby daddy....i keed, i keed) is HOT as all get out. He always wanted peace in the house....although I found his relationship with Vern a bit weird. Did you see how Vern balled? I mean,....you would've thought someone stole his bike. I found myself more and more, wanting Adrian and Peter Brady to hook up. They look so cute together. aww.....back to brat bashing.....BRAT WAS A BITCH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which one was your favorite house member? Which one could you live with for 2 weeks? Me? IT'S &lt;a href="http://www.marcus-schenkenberg.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#779999;"&gt;MARCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....HANDS DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="320" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/marcusschenkenberg.jpg" width="112" /&gt; hubba hubba.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I tortured myself and watched &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/strange_love/88618/episode.jhtml"&gt;STRANGE LOVE&lt;/a&gt;. Here's the thing.....I love Bridgette, but she is one of the few stars that could benefit from some BOTOX. She's gorgeous....yet, wrinkley. I mean.....DAM WRINKLEY! Flav....I love you as Chucks side kick and we loved you with the YEAH BOIIIIEEE! but come on,.....the FLAVVEERRR FLAVV's every other minute and your bitchin' and speakin' about FLAV in 3rd person ANNOYS THE HELL OUT OF ME. JAZZY ISN'T FEELIN' FLAV RIGHT NOW!! I can't believe his punk ass referred to Bridgette as a LOOSE WOMAN. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY KIDS FLAVA FLAV HAS? They are gross together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl &lt;a href="http://natitwists.bravejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#779999;"&gt;http://natitwists.bravejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked me if I liked "The Shield." I've wanted to because I really love that COMMISH guy, but I'm trying to reserve tuesdays at 10 for PROJECT RUNWAY pt2....the p-diddy remix. Oh yeah,...if you want to be on the show.....&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/Season_2_Casting.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#779999;"&gt;http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/Season_2_Casting.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I so can't wait fot the new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped watching the Apprentice. Donald Trump began to become a serious media whore like Paris Hilton and Brittney so....I REFUSE TO SUPPORT MEDIA WHORE TV. I know, EVERYONE IS DOING IT....but they take it to an all new high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I speak of whippin' the asses of kids, I think of them growing up like these assholes....&lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/growingupgotti/"&gt;http://www.aetv.com/growingupgotti/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm not one for skinny girls and videos....but that Ciara "OH" video it "off the chain" (is that term outdated? or should i say tight? nah....i don't know....u know what i mean) She makes me wanna go workout. That song is ringing in my head. **check out the video on &lt;a href="http://launchtoday.launch.yahoo.com/"&gt;launch&lt;/a&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.....The news.....well people.....still can't tell but you know I'm bursting! So,...what can I tell ya? Hmm.....well, I now have my artwork in a store downtown! But, that isn't the news. Okay.......NAHHH,...I don't wanna jinx it. I promise to tell you next month. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111454322319340390?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111454322319340390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111454322319340390' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111454322319340390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111454322319340390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/04/so_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111428241269952574</id><published>2005-04-23T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:59:46.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAT YOUR KIDS.......B4 THEY GROW UP &amp; BEAT U!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sptimes.com/2005/04/23/Southpinellas/Textbook_case_of_disc.shtml"&gt;Southpinellas: Textbook case of discipline viewed with praise, criticism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****CHECK OUT THE VIDEO FOOTAGE WITH THE ASST. PRINCIPLE***** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS CHILD IS OUT OF CONTROL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this story on the news.....I WAS PISSED!!! This child needed her ass BEAT DOWN!!! Her mom needed her ass BEAT DOWN!!! Why is it that people don't discipline their kids? Then, they send them to school and expect teachers to deal with them....WITHOUT DISCIPLINE. They disrupt the class, affecting the learning of the other students, they are disrespectful and NOONE.....NOT EVEN THE PARENTS can control them. Who ever thought up time-out needs a BEAT DOWN! It's BULLSh*T! RAISE YOUR KIDS RIGHT!!!! Raise them to respect their elders and authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Black or White.....CHILDREN SHOULD RESPECT ADULTS! It bothers me because some people are claiming racism. Some people feel that a white child wouldn't have been handcuffed. Maybe so, maybe not.....what I do know is that if this little girl hadn't been showing her butt....NOONE would have cuffed her. To think the mother is thinking of suing, is crazy. I would be embarrased if that were my child. I would have beat her ass for showing her butt like that in class.....on camera no less. My mom used to tell me that if she ever got a call at work, and had to leave her job regarding ANY FOOLISHNESS (tantrums, talking back, fighting, any bad behavior...etc), she said ***her words verbatum****  "YA'LL BETTER GIVE YOUR HEARTS TO GOD BECAUSE YOUR ASSES WILL BE MINE!  I WILL WHIP YOUR ASS....IN FRONT OF YOUR CLASS!" I knew she meant it and I NEVER challenged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend whose kids NEVER get whipped. They have been kicked out of 3 school systems....and counting. The principal called her and told her that they were sending her son home for the day for taunting the teacher with the P*ssy word. She (my friend) didn't think it was a big deal and thought the Principal was over-reacting and hung up in the principals' face. I told her that that was bullsh*t. He (her son) should be disciplined and apologize to the class and the teacher. She said that they aren't allowed to spank her child....they are to call her because she doesn't believe in spanking. Now if she isn't going to do anything about it, what the hell are they (school officials) supposed to do? THAT's RIGHT!....SEND HIS ASS HOME!!! &lt;strong&gt;What makes you think anyone wants to put up with your bad ass child?&lt;/strong&gt; I told her, "I have no kids, &lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't tolerate it!!"&lt;/strong&gt; She gave me that look like,..."you don't know what you are talking about because &lt;strong&gt;you have no kids&lt;/strong&gt;." I shot the look back at her like,...."YEP, and those DEMON MUTHA F*CKERS WILL PUT YOUR ASS 6 ft UNDER! and I WILL STILL BE HERE.....SAYING, I TOLD YOU TO BEAT DAT ASS!" I rolled my eyes and we dropped the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I don't mean to literally BEAT someone down but you know what the GOOD BOOK SAYS.....&lt;strong&gt;spare the rod, spoil the child&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is any indication as to what the world is going to be like (schools without religion and discipline = unruley kids that turn into psycho adults) then we are ALL in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111428241269952574?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111428241269952574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111428241269952574' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111428241269952574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111428241269952574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/04/beat-your-kidsb4-they-grow-up-beat-u.html' title='BEAT YOUR KIDS.......B4 THEY GROW UP &amp; BEAT U!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111388271431526511</id><published>2005-04-19T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:32:00.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INFERNO BITCHIN'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First off,....I'm pissed. I posted a blog and all of a sudden.....GONE! So, now I have to bitch all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Tonight,.....I could have watched MEDIUM....but NO!!! I &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to watch MTV's Inferno. The previews made poor little sweet and innocent Jodi look like a manipulative BITCH. I had to know, "Why was everyone pissed with Jodi?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I hate I wasted my time because the Inferno pissed me off in a major way. I HATE VERONICA! Everyone knows. (and don't go saying that I am a hater because she's cute or anything like that. why do guys do that anyway? a girl can't say ish about another girl without someone yelling HATER at em***but thats another blog***) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAZ,....So, EVERY inferno in the history of infernos.....Veronica always gathers up her evil posse to protect "Veronica" and take down everyone else. In reality tv, this is how the game is played. So why cry FOUL when someone out wits you? It doesn't stop there. These 3 assholes below love to gang up on people that they know will not fight back. ***You know they would never try that ish on Coral. *** They are just like the girls in MEAN GIRLS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe that they all ganged up on Jodi, and Jodi didn't &lt;strong&gt;SWING&lt;/strong&gt;. DRAMA QUEEN DAN would have gotten Bitch slapped....TOTALLY! So now.....like past infernos.....they are gonna throw a mission so that Veronica's BOYFRIEND, Rachel gets the life sheild to go into the inferno, in Veronicas place, to take on poor Jodi. I hope Jodi takes that bitch down. Like Brand Nubian says....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PUNKS JUMP UP TO GET BEAT DOWN!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE EM DOWN JODI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/thm_bad_rachel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/thm_bad_veronica.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/thm_bad_dan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/thm_good_julie.jpg" /&gt; Usually, this one annoys the HELL out of me. When I saw her tonight, I thought...."Dang Julie, You're &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; there?" Good Job on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; annoying me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT and DA-RELL (you know your mama named you Darrell **one syllable**), .... ARE ADORABLY HOT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah,....WHO IN THE HELL IS MIKE JONES? AND WHY DOES MTV THINK WE CARE? WHY IS IT THAT THE SNIPPETS OF HIS MUSIC, THAT MTV IS PROMOTING SOUND LIKE EITHER THE TAPE IN THE TAPE RECORDER IS BROKEN OR THE BATTERIES ARE GOING DEAD? IS THIS THE NEW "IN" THING, LIKE THAT WHISPER SONG? TO MAKE A SONG THAT SOUNDS LIKE IT'S DRAGGING? WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MUSIC THESE DAYS. AAARRRGGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am so pissed from watching this show that I'm gonna calm down and watch the last 30 minutes of MEDIUM. AAWW DAM.....RE-RUNS! OOhhh Goodie,...CSI MIAMI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. sorry about the cursing used in this entry. it's an addiction. i'm on liquid meds for it. (teehee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111388271431526511?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111388271431526511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111388271431526511' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111388271431526511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111388271431526511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/04/inferno-bitchin.html' title='INFERNO BITCHIN&apos;'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111357142381018030</id><published>2005-04-15T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T11:13:56.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC00354.jpg" width="260" /&gt; my desk.....represents my life.....CRAZY, MESSY, OVERLOADED, CHAOTIC.........yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't you hate it when you are hungry as hell and someone pops popcorn in the microwave near your office/desk and BURN IT!!! my eyes are watery......the JERK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE WORK!! Why can't I just hit the Mega Millions already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****BIG NEWS*****&lt;br /&gt;GOT THE CALL I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR. BIG THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GO DOWN. I'VE BEEN SWORN TO SECRECY BUT IF Y'ALL KNOW ME AT ALL....YOU KNOW,......I'M ABOUT TO BURST! (like G always says...i'll keep ya posted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****ANYWAZ*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my VCR not did record ANTM last night. Who was Tyra yelling at? What happened? I don't wanna wait till Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IF YOU ARE ANYTHING LIKE ME.....FILE AN EXTENSION (i am never on time)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irs.gov/pub/irs-pdf/f4868.pdf"&gt;http://www.irs.gov/pub/irs-pdf/f4868.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111357142381018030?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111357142381018030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111357142381018030' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111357142381018030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111357142381018030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-desk.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111296915741198779</id><published>2005-04-08T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:30:45.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CROWN &amp; COKE IS THE DEVIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01091.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p class="post-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 155px" height="163" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/DSC01084.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;CROWN &amp;amp; COKE IS THE DEVIL&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ish today but it was worth it. I got plastered last night with friends. The only oz. of chocolate in the whole bar/club....and I still ROCKED IT! I am paying for it today. I guess that's why you should only party on the weekends....hunh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT MY BLING!!!! (TEE-HEE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111296915741198779?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111296915741198779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111296915741198779' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111296915741198779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111296915741198779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/04/crown-coke-is-devil.html' title='CROWN &amp; COKE IS THE DEVIL'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111259770568525631</id><published>2005-04-04T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:10:14.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM NOTHINGS ON TUBE ACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/kojak-new-boxtop.jpg" /&gt; IT'S VING, SUCKA!! I am so digging the new &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/kojak/flash.html"&gt;KOJAK&lt;/a&gt;. I think its a great show to chill with while USA works on new episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/monk/"&gt;MONK&lt;/a&gt;. When the Michael Anthony Hall Show debuted on USA, (funny, I can't think of the name of it now) I was so digging that show and after the first season,....it got sucky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****what WAS the name of that show? (it's bothering me now)******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="104" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/surreal1.jpg" width="203" /&gt; so, Sundays nights are great TV nights for me. I watched the &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/the_surreal_life_4/88637/episode.jhtml"&gt;Surreal Life 4&lt;/a&gt; where they aired the Dirty Laudry and the funny thing to me is that DA BRAT doesn't know that she's APPARENTLY a HAS BEEN, TOO. Actually, I don't think of any of the stars on that show, (at least show 4) as "has beens." I think they are on the brink of another HIT in their career or they are gonna MISS it and fall. I really felt that BRAT was RUDE and UN&lt;em&gt;necessarly MEAN! Speaking of SURREAL......DID U HEAR?!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="320" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/omarosa_3444261.jpg" width="176" /&gt; OMAROSA, JANIS DIKINSON &amp; PEPA (salt n pepa) will move in the SURREAL house for the &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/the_surreal_life_4/series.jhtml"&gt;SURREAL LIFE 5&lt;/a&gt;!! THAT IS GONNA BE &lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;/strong&gt;EXPLOSIVE!! I am so excited. 2 divas and you know PEPA ain't gonna take their ish. Guess who esle is in the house? Jose Canseco (the dude that pissed off everyone in baseball by writing a 'tell all' book), Balcky from Perfect Strangers (Bronson Pinchot), some pro dirt bike dude and some british model. CRAZY!!! You know what? It would be funny as hell if they threw like, Suge Knight, RU PAUL and Grace Jones in that house......just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="475" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/julian07.jpg" width="170" /&gt; and Sundays just keep getting better because the WB has been teasing the return of &lt;a href="http://www.thecharmedones.com/"&gt;COLE&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.thewb.com/Shows/Show/0,7353,156,00.html"&gt;CHARMED&lt;/a&gt;!! This is so cool. This is my Sunday addiction. speaking of addiction......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 141px" height="241" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/dh.jpg" width="268" /&gt; OMG!!! Did you see &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/"&gt;this show&lt;/a&gt; tonight? I so love this show. Okay,...first off......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bre&lt;/strong&gt; should kick her sons ass and then let his dad at him. Oh yeah and dad so wouldn't be living with me after the cheating and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan&lt;/strong&gt;, I know everyone loves her but she is sort of a ding bat. I begin to like Edie more and more with every episode. Why didn't she just read the freaking letter? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynette &lt;/strong&gt;should have told the deaf lady what her husband said about her so she wouldn't have gotten cursed out via sign language, interpreted by a little girl. They know they need some Black folks on that street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/strong&gt;, my favorite housewife.....she doesn't deny herself anything. This is why I love her character so. So, why did I wanna give her some dap for serving her husband up to go to jail? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The writers for this show are AMAZING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="249" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/fabfunkydiva/MADISON4.jpg" width="640" /&gt; went to the ATL for the night so &lt;a href="http://www.juswritinlife.blogs.com/"&gt;YOLIE&lt;/a&gt;, don't get mad. I just had to see the little one. My sister kept teasing me telling me how different she looks, how much she's changed and how she's growing. It totally worked because I hit the road. Even with those high ass gas prices.....thanks BUSH, you MF and all your DUMB ass supporters. I swear, everytime I see a dam W on a car, I wanna ram their asses from behind because that's exactly what this government is doing to the AMERICAN PUBLIC. I'm about to hit the sheets but I really enjoyed chillin' tonight, bloggin and listening to &lt;a href="necessary"&gt;DWELE&lt;/a&gt; coutesy of &lt;a href="http://www.honeysoul.com/blog/archives/2005/03/artist_spotligh_2.php#more"&gt;HONEYSOUL&lt;/a&gt;.**how does she do it?**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, gotta say this......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got really caught up in the &lt;a href="http://revolutionarythoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/evil-man-known-as.html#comments"&gt;Terri S. case&lt;/a&gt;(k-star, you were on point). I hurt for her. People say they believe in GOD and they say they wouldn't want to suffer. It's not for US to decide. We are GOD's kids, his creations. GOD DECIDES! Who knows what kind of advancements scientists could come up with in the next couple of years. For all we know, Terri didn't even know she was a vegetable. She could have been living out a fabulous life in another parallel universe. WHO KNOWS? People said that she died 15yrs ago....BULLSHIT! She died and was revived. I know, I know, there are people that say that if you believe in the Bible....we should honor what her husband wanted (and what HE claimed she wanted). If you throw the Bible up to defend Mike S. then you must consider that HE had to be an HONORABLE man.....WHICH HE ISN'T!!! Just ask the girlfriend/baby mama. Why does this bother me so? WELL, DUH.....STARVING SOMEONE TO DEATH!!! Certainly not like unplugging life-support. Her brain worked well enough to tell her to breath. I guess I'm upset because this can happen to anyone. I thought about her laying in a bed and HIM starting over, collecting money from the malpractice and now from the life insurance policy. Movies come to mind......"&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117891/"&gt;A thin Line between love and hate&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://yayasisterhood.warnerbros.com/teaser.html"&gt;the divine secrets of the YAYA Sisterhood&lt;/a&gt;." In YAYA Sisterhood......all I thought about was the quote and motto for relationships...."LET NO MAN PUT US UNDER!" (in reference to guys and girls). In a thin line......a woman was lied to, hurt and betrayed, this set off a chain of events that led people to believe that she, 'brandi' (lynn whitfield) was the bad guy. i saw her as fed up. ****in my defense, i WAS engaged to the anti-christ**** anyway, that movie left me thinking.....HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike S. I hope she haunts your triflin' ass FOREVER!&lt;/strong&gt; ......&lt;strong&gt;YA-YA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*this is why I am NOT married (and don't wanna be).....serious TRUST and BETRAYAL issues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and WHOA!!!! .....isn't it funny (not haha, but weird) how death comes in 3's? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TERRY SCHIAVO, JONNIE COCHRAN &amp;amp; THE POPE........DEEP! (just a thought)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam, It's 3am. Should I call in sick?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......MAKE THAT 5AM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111259770568525631?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111259770568525631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111259770568525631' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111259770568525631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111259770568525631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-nothings-on-tube-action.html' title='RANDOM NOTHINGS ON TUBE ACTION'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111207918502343386</id><published>2005-03-29T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T02:13:11.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/7763343/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/7763343_6211acc502_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/7763343/"&gt;tricky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can not believe that &lt;a href="http://www.trickyonline.com/"&gt;TRICKY&lt;/a&gt; made an appearance on &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/girlfriends/index.shtml"&gt;GIRLFRIENDS&lt;/a&gt; tonight on UPN and there were NO (NOT 1) promo promoting him on TV.  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,....they gave him a crappy plug on the site, but did you see the crap load of plugs KADIJAH got for BEAUTY SHOP?  Shameless.  They only promo-ed some deal with TONI saying goodbye to her designer shoes. I was really bothered by this. Does UPN think that Black Americans only know HIPHOP artists and Jocks? Maybe it's just me, but I found it odd and disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO, did you see &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/rwrr_challenge/inferno2/"&gt;MTV's INFERNO&lt;/a&gt;? I love that show but I so want Veronica to go down. I think I AM the only one that remembers when she stole PUA's shirt during the Road Rules Semester at Sea. Speaking of which....I wonder what crazy loco ass IYANA is up to? Remember when they accused her of using witchcraft and putting roots on people? classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;a href="http://www.honeysoul.com/blog/archives/2005/03/i_think_you_bet.php#more"&gt;Honey is at it again! She has some vintage purple-ness you must check out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy so I will check in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;nite nite&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111207918502343386?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111207918502343386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111207918502343386' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111207918502343386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111207918502343386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/tricky-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111188126291905661</id><published>2005-03-26T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:38:41.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ULTIMATE 80'S PRINCE FAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/7512591/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/7512591_376ef321c5_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/7512591/"&gt;prince fan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE WHY WE STILL LOVE HIS ROYAL BADNESS!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO MY GIRL &lt;a href="http://honeysoul.com/blog/"&gt;HONEYSOUL&lt;/a&gt; (and Sarah Bacon) FOR HOOKING ME UP WITH THIS FOOTAGE FROM THE NAACP IMAGE AWARDS. &lt;a href="http://www.sarahbacon.com/prince/videos/naacp_vanguard2005.wmv"&gt;PRINCE AND THE CREW&lt;/a&gt;, ROCKIN' THE HOUSE!!! IF YOU MISSED IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****I was SO 80's Cee-Owe-Owe-elL!!! "COOL"********* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah,....check it out! I know I may not be as computer savvy as most of you but I am so very pleased and excited to say that I have finally figured out the BlogRoll thingy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO, I AM NOT A SPED......CRACKHEAD!! (teehee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111188126291905661?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111188126291905661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111188126291905661' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111188126291905661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111188126291905661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/ultimate-80s-prince-fan.html' title='THE ULTIMATE 80&apos;S PRINCE FAN'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111162211141942708</id><published>2005-03-23T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:57:33.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC SUCCESS OR BUST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/5197154/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5197154_e461f81bc6_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/5197154/"&gt;prince_impersonation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;DON'T FREAK OUT, I AM NOT A MANGIRL!!.......AND DON'T PICK AT ME, IT WAS THE 80'S. I love myself some Prince and as you can see, it's a love from way back when. I told &lt;a href="http://songbirds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lambchop&lt;/a&gt; that I would blog about this so,...no time like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985, when everything was LIVE!!!! I fell in love with the idea of becoming a musician. I'd studied music since 3rd grade. It started out with wanting to learn an instrument. My newly divorced mom had no money for a sax (the insrument she loved most), so we had to focus on the flute (the cheapest of them all).***Well, I guess I could have gotten some cheap ass drumsticks and a drum pad but, I'm pretty sure it wasn't lady like enough for my mother to even consider for me.**** So, flute it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my teacher had me focus on the correct breathing, lip and blow patterns to successfully create a clear tone using ONLY the mouth piece. As a kid, you are ready to wreck some ish. So, I couldn't get to fingering fast enough. I loved learning and practicing. The best part, I later discovered was la piece de resistance,..."the PERFORMANCE!" I loved it. There was such a sense of accomplishment afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older, I took up other instruments....guitar, piano, violin and piccolo. Music was something that I had become 1 with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Prince. This musical genius that was self taught and brilliant. I was intrigued. Then he had the balls to be racy and outspoken even though he rarely spoke. He was articulate and wise. I had to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became obsessed of course. Not to the point of stalking him or anything but I was one of those kids that thought alot about the words he'd written. There were so many subliminal and coded meanings to his lyrics. I was a virgin so I was lost most of the time. The religious stuff always got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,..... this post really isn't about my love of Prince, but my love of music, bare with me. So, anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder about how cool it would be to bring your inner thoughts to life through music. How cool would it be for people to lose themselves, like I did between the chords in melodies? I felt things and I wanted people to feel them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how cool it would be to travel the world. Of course everyone wants money, but that didn't move me. I used to invision cheap ass Motel 6 kinda places with the vibrating beds and the neon lights outside the window. (i know, too much dam tv as a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it all. So, I had fallen in love with Prince. There was this yearly dramatic performance production put on at Morris Brown College (back in the 80's before the drama). I got the chance to impersonate Prince and I had my very own Revolution. Lisa &amp; Wendy, the Doctor, Dez and a cute little fluffy black girl that doubled as Andre Cymone and Brown Mark. Funny, we had no Bobby Z (the drummer). Anyway, we entered the auditorium on Girls &amp;amp; Boys and before it was over,....girls and guys were screaming and asking me to take pictures with them. It was complete pandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED IT! It was about the performance. It was about the adrenalin rush. It was about the attention. It was about the excitement. It was the sense of accomplishment. It was about the approval. I had to have this feeling of success all the time. At this very point in my life, I became infected. I knew that I could never be someone that worked regular hours, sat at a desk to do paperwork and watched the days go by. I knew I could not live this way and be happy. (funny how things happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward to 12th grade. It's time to decide....WHAT ARE U GONNA DO WITH YOUR LIFE? Me? I WANNA ROCK!!! I had it all planned. It was to be a successful Jazz instrumentalist or bumsville city. Succeed or Fail. Just that cut and dry, black and white for me at that time. Everyone said, "you won't make no money in music. why don't you go to college and major in bit-ness or somethin wit dem puters?" I held fast yall. I stood strong.......and compromised. (i know, i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to college and major in music. This way, if things didn't work out (which they would), I would be able to fall back on teaching....still doing something I loved....working with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make an already long story short-er, I went to college. Fell in love with theory, conterpoint and composition. I fell in love with performing in the concert bands and being a part of the Marching Rams Show Band. I excelled. I finished my courses. The last thing that I had to do was the recital. The recital,....on stage.....ALONE.....performing in front of GOD knows who....A-L-O-N-E!....no back-up!! I began to hyperventilate. I started freaking out. I started f-ing up. Before as Prince, I was lip-syncing. I can lip synch the HELL out of a song, but this was for real. My fingers began to get stiff from all the nervousness. My melodies began to crack. I started racing through the pieces so that it all could be OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left the stage that night, I knew I could never perform alone as a jazz musician. I tried with a trio, but I just couldn't get back my mojo. I couldn't shake the jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a performer that dwells within me. I guess that's why I do so well with radio, but the minute a spotlight hits me....I AM UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY FROZEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always fall back on teaching even though I lack the patience......... NAH, who am I kidding? Entertaining is still the life for me. Radio is something I love. I stumbled upon it pursuing music. There's a stage and no spot light. PERFECT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON TODAY, DO WHAT MAKES U HAPPY. U only have 1 life and it's yours......it's yours to live ABUNDANTLY!!! DO THAT THING THAT IGNITES THE PASSION BURNING INSIDE OF YOU. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANY REGRETS!!!!!!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;keep on keepin' on........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111162211141942708?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111162211141942708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111162211141942708' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111162211141942708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111162211141942708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/music-success-or-bust.html' title='MUSIC SUCCESS OR BUST!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111141572473289632</id><published>2005-03-21T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:48:08.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>girlfriends and chit chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/6956900/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/6956900_70255b6d9d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/6956900/"&gt;coffee at germaines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;went to atlanta again to see the little one. this time i made a pit stop to see my girl germaine. that's what i love about atlanta. everyone i know there are movers and shakers and work hard for any luxury they can afford. germaine went to the godiva shop and purchased coffees and coffee cookies/bisquits...whatever. we sat like civilized southern belles and drank coffee, ate the coffee bisquits, we caught up and laughed. good times. don't u just love girlfriend time? thanks maine,....i needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out her kitchen interior. i once dated a guy that took issue with black americana (feat. on the wall of this picture) he felt that it belittles blacks and represents us in the negative. i can see how he'd feel this way, yet i disagree. i think that blacks helped build america and mammies helped raise this nation. i dont know. what do you think?&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111141572473289632?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111141572473289632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111141572473289632' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111141572473289632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111141572473289632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/girlfriends-and-chit-chat.html' title='girlfriends and chit chat'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-111078251231879372</id><published>2005-03-14T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T01:46:29.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>art show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/6497791/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/6497791_3bb3c7358b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/6497791/"&gt;art show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay, i know i haven't been blogging like i should. i had an art show at the wine market. it's really cool. it's a wine and cheese tasting with art. so basically, people get drunk as hell and want to buy art. i did okay. i had to make some bill money since i am always high tailing it to the atl to see the little one. thank GOD for the hustle. this was my display. larry, i will address what i promised soon. geez, i really miss u guys. oh yeah, thanks rae for the help and cb. i really appreciate it. gotta thank d for the inspiration to paint the folky succubus piece.  i got cash and two bottles of wine for it from a guy that owns his own vineyard.  he got it for his wife who he says is sucking the life out of him.  anywaz,  i will check in regularly.  oh yeah, and i got my job again.  i know, .....  anyway........ smooches&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-111078251231879372?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/111078251231879372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=111078251231879372' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111078251231879372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/111078251231879372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/art-show.html' title='art show'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110987812472669292</id><published>2005-03-03T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:17:28.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVA ANSWERS</title><content type='html'>DIVA DESIGNERS WORDSCRAMBLE ANWERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the worlds greatest DIVA DESIGNERS. How well did you do? Are you a “True” DIVA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. EVE&lt;br /&gt;2. DONATELA VERSACE&lt;br /&gt;3. COCO CHANEL&lt;br /&gt;4. GWEN STEFANI&lt;br /&gt;5. VERA WANG&lt;br /&gt;6. ANNE KLEIN&lt;br /&gt;7. ANNA SUI&lt;br /&gt;8. BETSEY JOHNSON&lt;br /&gt;9. JENNIFER LOPEZ&lt;br /&gt;10.DONNA KAREN&lt;br /&gt;11.GLORIA VANDERBILT&lt;br /&gt;12.ELLEN TRACY&lt;br /&gt;13.KATE SPADE&lt;br /&gt;14.KIMORA LEE SIMMONS&lt;br /&gt;15.BABY PHAT&lt;br /&gt;16.ANGELA ADAMS&lt;br /&gt;17.JLO&lt;br /&gt;18.FETISH&lt;br /&gt;19.LAMB&lt;br /&gt;20.MARTHA STEWART&lt;br /&gt;21.MARY KATE &amp; ASHLEY&lt;br /&gt;22.NICOLE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;23.DIANE VON FURSTENBERG&lt;br /&gt;24.NIKKI HILTON&lt;br /&gt;25.CAROLINA HERRERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for participating.  Any ideas for more articles for the paper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110987812472669292?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110987812472669292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110987812472669292' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110987812472669292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110987812472669292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/diva-answers.html' title='DIVA ANSWERS'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110980340762653116</id><published>2005-03-02T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:27:17.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Fun and FASHION</title><content type='html'>Some of you don't know but djs are always having to do the whole "self promotion" thing to become an asset for the companies that we work for and the competition (great for contract negotiations). I volunteer for the Art Museum and I write a little column for the Albany Journal. Usually, I can never come up with interesting topics. I don't see how writers do it. The first couple of articles were cool. Then there were deadlines, word counts and STRESS! It was supposed to be fun. So, I decided to get back to the fun. One thing I love talking about is my mom and DIVAS!!! So, I began this Diva series. I started off with Diva Essentials. You know, the stuff you don't leave home without.....celly, lipstick, shades, etc. This week, I thought I'd let PROJECT RUNWAY be my inspiration and focus on female designers. So, I put together this little word scramble of &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; of the best DIVA DESIGNERS. I want to try it on you. Be honest, and don't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIVA DESIGNERS WORDSCRAMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the worlds greatest DIVA DESIGNERS. Lets see if you can scramble the letters to discover who they are and some of their lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. VEE&lt;br /&gt;2. ALTDNOEL CESEAVR&lt;br /&gt;3. OCCO NLCHAE&lt;br /&gt;4. WGNE NFSAITE&lt;br /&gt;5. RVAE NAWG&lt;br /&gt;6. NEAN LIKEN&lt;br /&gt;7. NANA ISU&lt;br /&gt;8. ESYBTE HSNJONO&lt;br /&gt;9. NJFREEI PZEOL&lt;br /&gt;10.NDNOA NRKEA&lt;br /&gt;11.LRGIOA TIVDEABLRN&lt;br /&gt;12.LENEL YTCAR&lt;br /&gt;13.ETAK DSEAP&lt;br /&gt;14.RKAMOI ELE MSONSMI&lt;br /&gt;15.AYBA HTPA&lt;br /&gt;16.GLAENA DMAS&lt;br /&gt;17.OLJ&lt;br /&gt;18.TFIEHS&lt;br /&gt;19.MLBA&lt;br /&gt;20.TAMRHA TWRATSE&lt;br /&gt;21.AYMR TKEA &amp;amp; HLASYE&lt;br /&gt;22.CEINLO LIRLME&lt;br /&gt;23.NDEAI NVO BRNUGERESTF&lt;br /&gt;24.KINIK THLOIN&lt;br /&gt;25.ARLCAONI ERHRERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-5 Too Pathetic For Words&lt;br /&gt;5-10 You Should Be Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;10-15 So,...You're happy with that?&lt;br /&gt;15-20 Your Mom Would Be Proud&lt;br /&gt;20-25 A BORN DIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will post the answers tomorrow. GOOD LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110980340762653116?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110980340762653116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110980340762653116' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110980340762653116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110980340762653116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/03/diva-fun-and-fashion.html' title='Diva Fun and FASHION'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110956157556779696</id><published>2005-02-27T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:45:42.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AS PROMISED.....PICS OF BABY DIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/3828/640/000_0029_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/3828/320/000_0029_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decked out as the baby diva should be....going home from the hospital. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110956157556779696?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110956157556779696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110956157556779696' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110956157556779696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110956157556779696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/as-promisedpics-of-baby-diva.html' title='AS PROMISED.....PICS OF BABY DIVA'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110956147402463425</id><published>2005-02-27T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:31:14.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/3828/640/000_0012_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/3828/320/000_0012_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes well to fingers as the diapers get changed&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110956147402463425?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110956147402463425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110956147402463425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110956147402463425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110956147402463425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/she-takes-well-to-fingers-as-diapers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110956140756516427</id><published>2005-02-27T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:35:46.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/3828/640/000_0021-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/3828/320/000_0021-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is.....grinning for the camera.....well, sort of. I just had to get this picture because you know it's sad to live in a world that has to put LO-JACKS on babies.  The coolest thing, she unknowingly shot a bird today.  (my sister didn't think it was cool that I brought it to everyones attention)  oopsy.....my bad. (teehee)&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110956140756516427?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110956140756516427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110956140756516427' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110956140756516427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110956140756516427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110931379852537791</id><published>2005-02-25T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:59:48.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS OFFICIAL!</title><content type='html'>I AM AN AUNT.  She was born yesterday.....all 8.5 lbs of her.  I will post a picture soon.  My sister was a champ.  I know my mom was with her in spirit.  She got strength from nowhere.  *****AGAIN, moms.....don't know how you do it.  I so couldn't be you******It was funny as hell, though..... when she was on the drugs (for pain).  She was talking crazy ish like....."I am so exhausted! The baby is here."  .......but she wasn't.  It was just day 1 of labor.  Then she started to cry and said she was a punk because she cried.  It was beautiful.  My dad stopped by.  He's funny.  He never gets the names of things correct.  He came in talking about how he worked out at the seniors center and got on the "THREADmill"  I couldn't stop laughing.  My sisters husband did the sweetest thing.....after she gave birth....he gave her a card, thanking her for loving him and having their baby and in it was a gift certificate to the spa.  How cool?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I left the hospital just in time to see......PROJECT RUNWAY!  Jay had a phenominal show.  I love Karas designs,....but Jay hit it on the head this time.  I was so happy that they sent Wendy away....IMMEDIATELY!! Michael Korrs and Nina Garcia obviously HATE her. (totally understandable)  and what was up with Parker Poseys HAIR and those big ass shades?  I love her and her sense of style but she looked a hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Eva so somebody please fill me in.  Don't forget the "AMERICAS NEXT TOP MODEL WHERE ARE THEY NOW" on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110931379852537791?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110931379852537791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110931379852537791' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110931379852537791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110931379852537791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-official.html' title='ITS OFFICIAL!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110902347036803532</id><published>2005-02-21T17:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:26:53.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WENDY IS DA DEBIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/5197151/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5197151_88b607db4f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/5197151/"&gt;pic_designers_comp_wendy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you guys been checking out &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/"&gt;PROJECT RUNWAY&lt;/a&gt;? I am so addicted. The best reality show since,.....&lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model3/"&gt;AMERICAS NEXT TOP MODEL&lt;/a&gt;. (sorry guys....I HATE SURVIVOR AND AMERICAN IDOL style shows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wendy is the one that I initally wanted to win. She's in her 40's with a family and a little seamstress shop. She was like an American Dream. She turned into an evil BI-YATCH! &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/The_Designers/Kara/"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt; has to win. &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/The_Designers/Jay/"&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt; is cool too. I just can't stand Wendy. Opinions, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo,...&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/wickedly_perfect/"&gt;WICKEDLY PERFECT&lt;/a&gt; is pretty interesting, too. These reality shows demand that you are at least TALENTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see &lt;a href="http://tv.zap2it.com/tveditorial/tve_main/1,1002,271937101,00.html"&gt;DIVA EVA&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model3/"&gt;AMERICAS NEXT TOP MODEL&lt;/a&gt;) on VH-1's BEST WEEK EVER talking about her new role on Kevin Hill? I hate Taye Diggs and now I'm gonna have to watch it just to catch her. Oh well...&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edited: I vowed to focus on CSI because I am so OVER Donald Trump. I heard the street smart team was kickin' ass. YOU GO TEAM!! I hate snobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Job update....things are WEIRD at work. My boss has been nice to me. She seems concerned about me and everything. I think I'm gonna get fired. (smile) No, but really. She has been oddly okay to work with. I am waiting for her to flip the script on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This other lady I work with (the receptionist), overheard me and this really cool new friend I met talking about Diets and the lives of the FLUFFY. This bi-yatch actually walked to us and asked if we had EVER BEEN "NORMAL SIZED!" ****okay, my mouth dropped exactly like yours**** I had to laugh to keep from going the FUCK off. So I started in with the "You know, Monique said, SKINNY BITCHES ARE EVIL!" You just proved her right. Then she was all like,....."I didn't mean it like that. I am so sorry." I am trying to believe her. I just don't want to think anyone is that damn dense.....to walk up to 2 fluffy girls and say that.....DEATHWISH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I have this male co-worker that keeps making advances. I observed him being a bit of an...naw alot of an ASSHOLE to some other co-workers. I am the one that gets pissed off and goes off on him. I guess he likes things like that so he started trying to walk up on me. I told him that I was involved with someone and I wasn't interested. He seemed to take it well. Things were fine. He doesn't even say, "HI." This is fine as well. But now, whenever he goes to the copier (which is near my desk) he tries to act as if he is going for my breasts or just get close to me like he's going in for a kiss. He totally envades my personal space. I push him away and threaten to tell. He apologizes and walks off only to do it again. Today, I walked into his office to get a software disc and he was watching porn on his computer and said,..."Look!" (instructing me to look at the computer screen) Then he pointed to his crotch. (his erection almost pertruding through his pants) MY MOUTH DROPPED! Shocked at first, then I was like.....WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO SHOW THAT LITTLE THING OFF? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! I snickerd. He appeared embarrased, I began to laugh and walked out and of course, never got the disc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the weird thing. I know it's sexual harrassment. It does bother me. Women here, throw themselves at him...so he's a major WHORE MUTT (male slut). It's cool. I hoped that the attention he gets would kinda keep the focus off me. For the most part it works. There are some isolated incidents but for the most part.....he leaves me alone. I told him I had mase. Maybe that helped? who knows.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there is the problem with my staff who....check it....HAVEN'T BEEN INFORMED THAT I AM THEIR BOSS! Yep, I know....part of my problem here. It is crazy but this is only temporary, I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with all this DRAMA.....see why I am always talking about a dam cocktail?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110902347036803532?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110902347036803532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110902347036803532' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110902347036803532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110902347036803532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/wendy-is-da-debil_110902347036803532.html' title='WENDY IS DA DEBIL!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110857752145722409</id><published>2005-02-16T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:29:30.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/4896082/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4896082_853b20c7cb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/4896082/"&gt;MOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I wanted to pay tribute to my mom. You have heard me mention her in past &lt;a href="http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2004/08/sigh.html#comments"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt;...if I wasn't yapping about a mama quote, I was depressed because I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, after reading the gorgeous and crazy funky divas' &lt;a href="http://funkeedva.blogspot.com/2005/02/longing.html#comments"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;...I was a little down. She wants to be a mom so bad it hurts. I thought about her all day. I kept thinking of how bad it hurts that I don't have my mom with me. I thought about my sister going through her pregnancy without the aid of my mom. I thought about how much stress that it's putting on me....I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT KIDS/PREGNANCY/WHAT TO DO/YADA YADA YADA! I feel as if I am doing a disservice to my sister. I don't want her to feel alone but really....I know nothing. I purchased what I thought was a funky little bassinet for her &amp;amp; the baby. It had handles, so I thought "portable bassinet"....WAY COOL, RIGHT? RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was all excited and gave it to my sister. It even had a matching diaper bag. My sister tried hard not to look disappointed (to my surprise), she said...."Uh, this isn't a portable bassinet!" I was like,..."Yes it is....it is wicker and it has handles, it's cool." My sister said,"Yeah, it's cute but it's still NOT a bassinet. It's a baby basket with handles." Then she started to read the instructions which stated something about "it NOT being a BED and that babies could not be left in it unattended." I WAS BLOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my mom were here. Life isn't fair. A crappy dad (whom I love to death ANYWAY), and a perfect mother that had to leave this world prematurely. I'm kinda pissed actually. She deserves to be here and We (me and sis) deserve to have her in our lives right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amazing to meet people who are so fortunate, they still have grandparents. All I have is my sister. Me and my sister are all that represents her on this earth. Yeah, there are still the clothes, the clutch bags, the wide brimmed hats, the high heeled shoe collection, jewelry and laced gloves. My mom was LADY in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me when people take their moms for granted or mistreat and disrespect them. I have this friend that gets into it with her mom all the time. She says her mom is overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;DUHH!! That's part of the job, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that she hates discussing things with me pertaining to her mom because I ALWAYS take the side of her mom.&lt;br /&gt;DUHH!! MOMS ALWAYS RIGHT! (at least most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that moms are prescious jewels that need/should to be protected. They sacrafice much too much for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA...MOMS OUT THERE.....I LOVE YOU! I could never be you. So,...I will just HONOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. BIG UPS TO X, FOR GIVING YOUR BROTHER A &lt;a href="http://xquizzyt1.blogs.com/xquizzyt1/2004/12/im_baaaaaack.html#comments"&gt;BEAT DOWN &lt;/a&gt;IN HONOR OF YOUR MOM. YOU GO GIRL!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110857752145722409?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110857752145722409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110857752145722409' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110857752145722409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110857752145722409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/mama.html' title='MAMA'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110856431836025938</id><published>2005-02-16T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:31:58.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER IS REALLY TRIPPIN</title><content type='html'>AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT CREATES A POST......SEND IT TO DRAFT TO WORK ON IT LATER ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT IT'S BEEN PUBLISHED A GAZILLION TIMES BUT THOUGHT THE DASHBOARD OR EDIT PAGE....WHATEVER....IT SAYS THAT THE POST ISN'T THERE SO IT'S STUCK?  I HATE THIS ISH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110856431836025938?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110856431836025938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110856431836025938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110856431836025938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110856431836025938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogger-is-really-trippin.html' title='BLOGGER IS REALLY TRIPPIN'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110815101833405100</id><published>2005-02-11T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T14:50:33.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE F@*#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/4626253/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4626253_161efe3d97_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/4626253/"&gt;jill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jill...the smile before the.........smashed face. I was at this show. Somebody in the front yelled that Jill Scott couldn't hold a candle to Ashlee Simpson. She grinned, quite insidiously as the photo shows, then put the mic down their throat. Oh, you think Jill's too nice for that? Well, you obviously weren't paying attention to the "Gettin' in the Way" video. Who wants it next? Find out during Jill's tour. Bring your cornerman and extra gauze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just minding my business and then I get a music oriented request/invite from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://comegowithme.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-can-get-wit-this-or-you-can-get.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IL. Lake Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. ( check it out, by the way) So anyway, I remembered that I needed to check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okayplayer.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAYPLAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and discovered this. (above)There would have been a lawsuit because somebody would have gotten a beat down. How disrespectful? What is the world coming to when anyone compares Ashlee Simpson to Jill Scott?&lt;br /&gt;***shaking my head, with hand up in the air, walking away****&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110815101833405100?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110815101833405100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110815101833405100' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110815101833405100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110815101833405100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-f.html' title='WHAT THE F@*#'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593761.post-110805185393743241</id><published>2005-02-10T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:42:19.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S DONE IT AGAIN!!!!  GENIUS, I TELL YA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/4569541/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4569541_33aedece8e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazz/4569541/"&gt;prince2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jazz/"&gt;fabfunkydiva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PRINCE IS NUMBER ONE. After taking a small hiatus from music, Prince returned to the industry to become the top-earning music act of 2004. The legendary performer took in over fifty-six and a half million dollars, primarily from a very successful tour in promotion of his Musicology album and the singers ingenious idea to include one album in the cost of each concert ticket. Rolling Stones list of Top 50 Moneymakers of 2004 proclaims: "With 90.3 million dollars in ticket sales, Prince returned to center stage after a decade in the commercial wilderness." The magazine based its list on a combination of ticket and record sales, publishing and other related revenue. Following just behind the "Purple One" was Madonna, taking in just under fifty-five million dollars due largely to her Re-Invention Tour, four children's books and her American Life album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in the 80's when you had to pick sides? Tiffany or Debbie Gibson? Pepsi or COKE? Michael Jackson or PRINCE? As you probably know by now....I was one of the Purple people,...whose "hair on one side was swept back." I used to practically go to blows defending 'HIS ROYAL BADNESS' honor. (It was the 80's and I was a teenager....sue me) Well, considering their life choices....I'd have to say that PRINCE IS STILL THE CHAMP!!!! Not to knock Mike and all because I really don't believe he's guilty of what he is accused of doing. Then again, HE DID PUT HIMSELF IN THAT POSITION AGAIN! So,...Maybe this time...he'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is getting better. I don't know why I'm letting this job get to me this way. I read "Who Moved My Cheese" and I know ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING! It's just not that easy all the time. Maybe you can help me....How do you change your paradine(sp?), your chi....whatever?&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593761-110805185393743241?l=fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/feeds/110805185393743241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593761&amp;postID=110805185393743241' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110805185393743241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593761/posts/default/110805185393743241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabfunkydiva.blogspot.com/2005/02/hes-done-it-again-genius-i-tell-ya.html' title='HE&apos;S DONE IT AGAIN!!!!  GENIUS, I TELL YA!!'/><author><name>Jazz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5QSHK0pmmOc/R5k0E-JNKRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb_y7XwJ5YQ/S220/JAZZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
