P I S S E D


G broke it down....

the answers....

brownstone - if you love me


tevin campbell off of the quincy album - tomorrow


brandy - brokenhearted


prince - the most beautiful girl in the world (written for me, about me)


brian mckinght - on the down low


xscape - just kickin it


monifah - i miss you


chico debarge - love still good

Quiz time!!!

since ive been working the night shift i have reconnected with AOL Radio...the other day i ran across the 90s R&B station...great stuff....i almost belted out a couple ballads that i hadnt heard in a GOOOOOD minute....so with all that said...i decided to share my 90's memories with ya'll...in quiz form...HA!...basically can yall name the title of the song and who sang it with the below verses...and no cheating! ill put the answers up in a few days....

1.You will not hurt my pride
If right now you decide
That you are not ready to settle down
But if you want my heart
Then it's time that you start
To act like you're mine in the light and the dark


2.I hope tomorrow will bring a better you, a better me
I know that we'll show this world we got more we could be
So you should never give up on your hopes and your dreams
You gotta get up, get out, get into it, get it on to be strong

3.No more empty conversation
Next time I will be totally sure
Don't want the pain of falling
In and out of love
It's more than my poor heart should endure
So I listen to all the advice
And remember each time I cry

4.It’s plain 2 see u’re the reason that God made a girl
When the day turns into the last day of all time
I can say I hope u are in these arms of mine
And when the night falls before that day I will cry

5.Maxine was 5'9''
Had a man, and she didn't mind
Walked up to me nice and slow
What she wanted
I did not know
Gave me her pager number
And said call her "anytime"
Then she whispered in my ear

6.Every man wants a woman,
That can cook him up a good meal.
A woman he can treat like his homie,
And take her out on the Ave. and just chill.

7.It's been two sleepless nights three lonely days
Since I last saw you
Now things just ain't the same
Whatever happened to the promise that we made
You'll never leave me, I'll never leave you
Now you're gone

8.You know I'm free
Out on parole
Just got my papers, honey
I'm really home
So what's going on, suga
How is your life, baby

hey, hey, hey...

although i havent been posting like i want to...i have been reading A LOT...and i have to add some new folks to the blog list...there are some great bloggers out there...and so imma be a blog list whore....i read somewhere that the reason some blogs are greater than other is because they only place "popular" bloggers on their blog lists...well hey, guess im never gonna make it cause if i like ya words, and you are consistant you are going to make my list....

so ummm....i FINALLY get my cable installed tomorrow...between (11:30 and 1:30, yeah right)....now i dont have to sneak around at work and write stuff...you know company time and all....okay im gone...

is it just me...

or does this pic crack you up too?
whoever cropped this did it perfectly...



Caption: U.S. Vice President Dick Cheney speaks during his keynote address to the U.S. Labor Department's 2006 National Summit on Retirement Savings at the Willard Hotel in Washington March 2, 2006. REUTERS/Larry Downing

BTW...check out bill o'reilly on Rell's blog

Madea's Family Reunion

Family Reunion scores at the box office
Rising above all expectations, Tyler Perry's Madea's Family Reunion took the top box-office slot with $30 million. The comedic film has writer-director Perry acting in multiple roles, including the title role of an elderly lady who is suddenly forced to take care of a runaway teen.
Perry's first film, Diary Of A Mad Black Woman cost just about $5 million and grossed a massive $55 million in North America. His newest, which cost about $7 million, could earn about $70 million from theatres alone, with $80 million expected from video sales and other ancillary sources. -from rediff.com







i never got to see something new before i left for cali, and then i got here and its not in any of the theaters so i guess ill wait for the video...i did treat myself to the movies last week and saw madea's family reunion...loved it, thought it was great...i LOVE blair underwood and he really made me hate him in this movie...let me not give anything away...the whole damn cast is gorgeous! boris has a FRO! and looks soo tasty...if you saw the play, well its nothing remotely like it...anyone else see the movie? thoughts? likes, dislikes?

stripped...

so i remember saying in my previous post that i had written a "thesis statement" about why i am no longer a writer.....well it has turned into much more than a simple statement...more of me looking in the mirror and showing what i see...
the couple people i have discussed this with have pretty much laughed it off as me bullshittin....but i am really feelin this right now....
this idea came to me while i was reading a book and i remember walking to the couch mumbling, "wow, i gotta see this," as if i was watching tv....and i stopped like wow i can SEE whats going on, a steady picture in my head as i read...it was great...and it hit me that it has always been like this for me...and after some other various thoughts i began this...hope you can follow me...

here goes:

i am a reader, an editor, an explicator of other people's words but i lack the essentials needed to place the title of writer anywhere near my name. why was i consumed with the idea that i was a a writer? simply because various people, the strongest of those voices belonging to my mother, told me that i have a talent for writing and so with those thoughts looming over my head i assumed that meant that i MUST write and that i MUST be good at it. i was under the impression that my calling\destiny\passion was for the pen.

i got a B.A. in English, i wrote papers, articles, essays, created fiction and non fiction works. i was a reporter for two years (i came into the profession thinking my voice needed to be heard, wanted to be heard, i have since learned, but that is another story for another time). i believed i was a story-telling intellectual.

as i look back through those years i see what i enjoyed most was reading. the opening of a book, the sifting through chapters was mind numbing. to see so many thoughts and ideas, -- underlining the extremely profound (IMHO) with my pen) --creating my own opinions. for awhile i didnt think i had an opinion on anything -- i now realize i only thought that because i didnt write an analysis on what my opinion was, like i thought i should (taught i should) in order to understand. but i did understand these great concepts i just rather speak about them than write about them. my love of reading was overshadowed with the thought that i need to write. and i felt like i was letting people down by not writing, because "that is what shauna was supposed to do."

many think i will write this great book before my time on this Earth is up. but i never thought that, i might edit a few great books before i leave, if i am lucky, and i am completely satisfied with that reality. i am no longer weighted down with the stressor of claiming to be a writer and yet writing nothing.
i can only write love poems and that irritates me to no end -- it DID anyway -- because me "the great writer" should have more range. but i am now free of that i am no longer married to the idea that i shauna marie HAVE to be a writer. i am relishing in the joy of being free from the burden that i placed upon myself years ago.