Monday Ramble #33 Wake Up And Go [Video]
Posted: March 14, 2011 Filed under: Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: body magic, breast implants, butt shots, colored contacts, drawn on eyebrows, extensions, facial tattoos, false lashes, gurtles, intense makeup, lacefronts, lap band surgery, lip injections, liposuction, monday ramble, perms, spanks, tummy tucks, weaves, wigs 5 CommentsMonday Ramble #33 Wake Up And Go [Video]
Monday Ramble #32 Stop Looking At My Moms
Posted: February 21, 2011 Filed under: Almost Funny, Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: baby daddy, baby mama, Boyz 'n' The Hood, Chilli, Delonte West, doughboy, Jerry Maguire, Laurence Fishburne, Lebron James, milf, monday ramble, motherfucker, Pokemon, Ricky, sha stimuli, The Milf Song, Unsung, What Chilli Wants, Yu-Gi-oh 5 CommentsDo you remember being a kid and meeting one of your friend’s Moms for the 1st time? If your friend’s last name was Brown, you would say, “Nice to meet you Mrs. Brown” and she would say, “Nice to meet you little whoever you are.”
And it was all good. But then there was a time when you would meet someone’s Mom and the convo would start out, “Nice to meet you Mrs. Brown” and she’ll scowl and say, “Brown is his/her father’s name, and I hate that bastard. My last name is Pearson.”
Or something like that. And she might even point out that she isn’t a ‘Mrs.’
But as a kid, what do you know? It’s not the kid’s fault. If she hated that guy so much, she didn’t have to give her seed his name. Maybe she didn’t know how it would turn out. She also didn’t know that she was going to have a kid with another dude. And when she did, she thought this guy was the one.
And now just like Doughboy and Ricky’s mom, (Boyz ’N’ The Hood) she has a favorite babyfather, a favorite kid, and she’s throwing herself subliminally at some guy that looks like Laurence Fishburne who lives on the block.
The closest thing I’ve had to offspring was a cat when I was a kid. I took care of the little feline, emptied his litter box, bought his cat food, gave him water and spoke to him about drugs and peer pressure in the community.
It worked out well and although he lived to be around 90 years old, I don’t think it readied me for a human pet. I mean a baby. Sorry about that. I’ve watched a lot of kids though. If you ever need someone to watch your kids, I’m one of the best.
Oh no not babysitting, I mean watch them, I don’t do diapers or vomit cleanup or anything but I’m an excellent watcher. I can look at them, stare at them, I am exceptional at that, especially from far away. You should see my skills.
I am related to some children, I’ve hung out with them, conversed about school and kindergarten drama, I’ve even read a children story or 2…with animated voices and all that. If I did have a seed, I don’t think I would ever be cool with letting the little bastard…sorry again, out of my sight. I don’t trust babysitters. I can imagine being a single parent and trying to date someone. I would be so leery letting a person in my life that didn’t help me create the youngster.
The other day I’m watching What Chilli Wants and every time she gets with a dude, she starts mentioning her son and dudes start to get shook. The guy that was trying to get some TV time, maybe a little bedroom action with the consolation prize of a relationship is now faced with the thought of an add water, instant family.
The kid has to like you, respect you, and not try and kill you. Then you have to worry about the other parent in the picture. Does that parent still come around, still have beat-rights, are they paying some bills? Do you care enough to go that far?
The toughest part about dealing with a single parent is putting yourself in the place of the kid. You are Lebron James, and Delonte West is lurking around trying to be cool with you so he can get in and maybe get out once he’s done. Go ahead and envision all those tattoos, and some weirdo breathing heavy on top of the woman that gave you life.
But you don’t think about that, you’d rather be Delonte playing the role of the predator and your mission is to invade the birthplace of the little homie. And once you’re there you have to stay, or else you hurt a bunch of folks. How do you escape the notion that there is a child that isn’t yours but is going to pretend you’re the new parent with the hopes that a newer baby doesn’t get more attention, that your love will mirror that of a blood relative and that your disciplinary actions never provoke the phrase. “I’m not your child!!! (followed by bitch or nucca) ”
So you have to make a decision and try not to let the extra pressure affect your thought process. The opposite spectrum is the kid that’s really feeling you and vice versa; then you’re like Jerry Maguire rolling with the Mom just because you bonded with the little youth.
There are limitless scenarios to this unsolvable equation:
-2 Baby Daddies, 1 with drug habits, the other makes drug deals.
-2 or more Baby Mamas, one likes you, the other says she likes you or they all like each other and call you a bitch that doesn’t know he still wants them.
-Disappearing Baby Daddy with intrusive family that keeps getting your name wrong.
-Cool Baby Mama that gets child support not ordered by the court system so he has to bring it to her house…at night.
-Baby Daddy that wants to get back in so he buys presents for everyone…including you.
-Baby Mama that posts subliminal hate on Twitter but if you say something about it, you’re a hater.
-Baby Daddy that posts “The Real Family” pic on Facebook that you’re not in at Chucke Cheese, even though you were at the party.
-Baby isn’t a baby and wants money to leave y’all alone on weekends and can go to the club with you.
-Mother-in-law that wishes you would go away and the original family can work it out because her marriage didn’t work so she’s pissed at you and won’t let your mother receive a Nana or Granny moniker because she’s not blood and you don’t like her but you’re glad that she’s not phony about her feelings…or something like that.
Like I said, the different complications and situations can become elaborate yet beautiful.
And when it gets to the point where the child has to get called into the room to hear the explanation why Mr. Jamal is going to be spending the night and checking homework…or why Ms. Sharon was yelling at Jesus in Daddy’s bedroom the other morning, it’s real.
There’s no answer, solution or knowledge I offer you here today, all I can do is speak on what I see.
“The best advice is keep moving slow/’cause honestly, you don’t know what the future holds/one day you’re dating model broads, groupie hoes/next day you’re watching Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh…” –The Milf Song.
Monday Ramble #31 Love Hater
Posted: February 14, 2011 Filed under: Almost Funny, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: BET, Black History Month, Diddy, Drake, Dutch, February 14th, Grammy Awards, Hell Date, Justin Beiber, Lady Gaga, Love Hater, monday ramble, Nicki Minaj, Oprah Winfrey, sha stimuli, Sha Stimuli blogs, Tyler Perry, Usher, Valentine's day 10 Comments
So you didn’t get anything for Valentine’s Day, and you’re feeling down about it. You forgot it was Black History Month and totally decided you would focus all of your attention on your social life and your lack of someone in your world that cares enough to send you the very best.
But you don’t really care about Black people anyway. If they don’t know their history by now, they’re not going to get it in the 2 weeks left in the month.
Should you be down about not getting flowers or candy…or a card or some symbol of affection from a loved one…or at least a secret admirer?
Yes you should. Unless you remember being back in school, and seeing the girl with the massive balloons and big ass teddy bear going from class to class, hitting the lunchroom, then the train ride home with Valentine luggage to show off, and you felt lucky that that wasn’t you.
I would hold on to that feeling if I were you, she wasn’t better than you then, and she isn’t now.
I could never get anyone all of that stuff back in school because at some point I would have to be seen with it…and teenage love isn’t that strong. I got someone a gift one year like an idiot back in the days. I don’t remember (too embarrassed to say) what the gift was but I conformed to society’s pagan holiday, and I felt foolish once the person I got the crap for, received junk from other dudes…and everyone knew about it. What was I thinking? I requested a Valentine and got turned down basically. What the hell was that about? If she said yes, what was next?
Now as an adult, we’re still hung up on gifts and monetary displays of adoration. We’re falling for it again.
I know, I know…your co-worker just got some beautiful arrangement sent to her desk right on time. Oh your friend just got proposed to this morning in some special way. Get outta here. That’s sweet.
No it isn’t. They won’t last. People send themselves flowers all the time. If you’re single don’t be discouraged. There’s nothing like being single because number 1 is the best number. Everything else is a downgrade. You’re gonna read a lot of Facebook statuses today that may piss you off.
And there will be expressions of love everywhere. But you know what? Tomorrow is February 15th. And hate will rule again. I’ve seen it. Trust me.
The whole relationship concept is overrated. What’s the point of liking someone, figuring out how much you can tolerate of them, then loving them, then telling them not to mess with anyone else, while you lock yourself down? Then y’all wanna live together, share finances, look at each other change shapes, cross lines of privacy, reveal idiosyncrasies, meet family members then ultimately make offspring and be tied together forever. 
My friend you have dodged a bullet. You know how many people were on the verge of breaking up, then Feb 14th rolls around and a good deed makes a couple continue to kill each other slowly? It’s sickening.
You really want to spend your weekends worrying about some human being letting someone else rub on them? You actually think it’s a good idea to be with one person for the rest of your existence?
Variety is the best thing on earth. You don’t even wear the same head scarf two nights in a row…you can’t stand leftovers…if someone says, “huh, what did you say?” and you have to repeat yourself, you’d rather not, you’re above repeating…
So what makes you think you can be with the same person day…then night…then day again, then another evening and they’re still there, and so on until y’all hit the dirt?
Think about it…and you want some damn candy. Go speed dating tonight, get bent, sleep with someone, get up and walk away, feel better for it. Happiness is not around the corner, it’s right here. Look at Oprah Winfrey, she never got married and she’s a billionaire. Tyler Perry’s paid and he’s single. Can that happen to you?
Probably not…but you can have your own reality show looking for love. Ok, so first you may just have to get on a reality show competing for someone else’s love and if you’re a big enough personality you’ll get a spin-off, but that’s not too farfetched.
Speaking of reality shows, I was watching Hell Date the other night on BET and all I could think about were the auditions for the role of the devil. I can imagine a lot of midgets came out competing for that slot, but with only one little line to say, how did they choose?
“You on hell date!” That’s not hard to mess up, I’m sure the competition was intense.
If I were to go on that show as the date from hell, I would be the cheap guy. I would be asking the server about the prices, ordering water and an appetizer for me, cringing after she orders the $25 seafood platter, saying, “No dessert menus, we’re good.”
And I would ask her to go half or itemize what she got and ask for that exact amount. Even without cameras I think that’s a good idea, I may have to have a midget come out and say his line for her to get the joke…but I would still go Dutch.
Why do Dutch people go half anyway? I would hate to be from the country named after that. “I can’t afford this, let’s go Costa Rican.” That would suck. Dutch people should be pissed.
I lost my train of thought. What is a train of thought anyway? Is that a metaphoric symbol for different ideas linked like train cars? Wouldn’t that make it a train of thoughts? And how would you lose that anyway? Even metaphoric trains aren’t tough to find.
I don’t know what I’m talking about, oh I saw some of The Grammys, I watched most of it on Twitter as people commented on everything.
I remember as a kid, I didn’t watch the rock or country performances…now as a grownup, I don’t watch the rock, country or rap performances.
I’m joking, but I know plenty of people expressed their opinions about artists and their wins, how they looked, how they sang so I’m not gonna bore you with more of that. But you can feel free to mention them, Nicki Minaj was_____, Oh man Lady Gaga looked_____, Drake’s hair, Diddy’s speech impediment, Usher did what to Bieber?____. Go ahead, chime in, I’m not hip enough.
Am I still going? This is long as hell.
A lot of folks were upset about Guru not being listed as one of the entertainers that passed away last year. These are the same folks that gave Milli and Vanilli an award…and refused to televise the rap award that The Fresh Prince got for about a decade years ago. Relax people. Enjoy your love day.
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Monday Ramble #30 “Fan”Tasy Sports
Posted: February 7, 2011 Filed under: MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: Chris Brown, Costco, Fantasy sports, Giants, Kobe Bryant, Lakers, Lebron James, monday ramble, North Carolina Tarheels, Rihanna, Sha Stimuli blogs, Tiger Woods, Wal-mart 1 CommentMy team didn’t win the Super Bowl. Let me rephrase that, my team wasn’t in the Super Bowl.
Come to think about it, I don’t have a team at all. And I just came to that realization this morning. I don’t play fantasy sports, not because they aren’t cool but because I don’t have friends to explain how they work or to compete with. No! Don’t feel bad now and invite me into your league. I’ll forget that I’m playing and lose terribly and then you will have wasted your precious time.
And it’s not because I’m busy or anything, I’m just bad with doing anything daily that’s not eating or cleaning myself.
With that said, all these years of my life I’ve been rooting for the Giants, hoping North Carolina’s basketball team wins, blah blah, blah and for what?
Being a fan of a professional sports team gets you absolutely nowhere. The only outcome is continuous disappointment. If it’s your college alma mater or your kid’s soccer squad, I say go hard, but losing your lunch over some millionaires that don’t know you or need you is too much.
Sure I was happy the Lakers won 2 years in a row, but now I’m all worried they won’t win again. And you know who doesn’t care? The Lakers.
I don’t have stock options; I’m not related to anyone on the team, I’m not even from LA. And yet here I am, watching avidly, calling myself a fan. A fan of a team isn’t like being a fan of an artist.
If Chris Brown was to hit another woman, chances are he would lose fans, they would buy less records, stop coming to his shows, and hurt his career directly. 
If Kobe allegedly rapes another woman, he’ll get backlash, a loud boo here and there…hell he may even lose an endorsement or 2 but people will still go to the games. His jersey would still sell, he wins no matter what.
And his paycheck won’t get altered. He gets a salary. I’m a fan of someone with a job. And he’s not even the only person responsible for the team winning. At least if I’m a Tiger Woods fan, it’s all on him if he loses. Team sports have a lot of folks to blame. The more people down with you, the more finger pointing.
Imagine being on a football team and you play defense and you’re on the sideline when some wide receiver drops an open pass that could’ve won the game. I would be pissed. How pissed can you be sitting in your living room watching though? Do I have the same right? It’s entertainment isn’t it? For the fans?
Don’t believe that, fans don’t get anything but fanship. No key chains, no mini-trophies. When we fill out census forms, they should ask you for your favorite teams. And when they win a title, you should receive a bonus check in the mail for $25 or something. Or a free ticket to next year’s game, or season 2 of random TV shows like Bones or House or Dexter even. The show should definitely have 1 word, and the 2nd season would make you have to get the 1st season. This would have nothing to do with your team but this is what should happen. Cross marketing.
What if you were a fan of the Bulls in the 90’s and had to wait like a decade and a half later for them to be contenders again? Just admit you liked Jordan and give up on them already. It’s ok. Or maybe you liked the Knicks back when Patrick Ewing and his coco bread kneepads were dominating.
In 2011 you can be a fan again. But that took entirely too long, Pat’s son is a college grad. People were Cavaliers fans just last year, now they’re sending death threats to Lebron and throwing out racial slurs.
If you think about it, people are upset at a dude for changing companies. I thought he was a punk too but now I see the error in my judgment.
If someone leaves Mr. Pibb to go work for Pepsi, can you really be upset? Some of you don’t even know who Mr. Pibb is.
They were burning his jersey in Cleveland. That’s like a Sprint worker burning my old bill because I switched to TMobile and I took my number. That is kind of disrespectful on my part but I don’t think it’s that serious to want to kill me.
Recently, my favorite old lady greeter at Wal-Mart left and I thought she re-retired, but I heard she went to Costco. I was like, “I don’t have a Costco card. I can’t root for you.” But I didn’t burn her old apron.
It crossed my mind but I didn’t. Look all I’m saying is continue to be a fan if you want to, go to games, spend $40 on food and drink while you’re there, argue with your friends about statistics, google those stats while you’re out on your smart(ass)phone, wear team colors, make songs, lose bets, and think nothing of it.
Or change teams every season when the playoffs roll around like I’m about to do, and when you’re at next year’s Super Bowl house party or this year’s March Madness shindig, be sure to go pee when the action’s happening and not during a quiet commercial. You’re welcome.
Monday Ramble 29 No Strings Attached (Open Relationship Rules) Part 1 & 2 [Video]
Posted: January 24, 2011 Filed under: MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: Famco Clothing, monday ramble, No Strings attached, Open relationships, sha stimuli 2 CommentsHere’s the visual response to an Ask an MC question about open relationships:
MONDAY RAMBLE 24 LONG STORY, SHORT [Video]
Posted: November 29, 2010 Filed under: MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: bestbuy, black friday, grace, monday ramble 11 CommentsMONDAY RAMBLE PART 19 “AMAZING GRACE”
Posted: October 25, 2010 Filed under: MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: amazing grace, blessing, food, monday ramble, sha stimuli, table 16 CommentsThere you are, at the dinner table, your significant other has invited you to eat with the family…it’s Sunday or the last Thursday in November or whatever and for some strange reason the guest of honor (you) has been chosen to say the blessing.
I’ve feigned a different faith to get out of messing up a blessing before. But there have been times when I couldn’t get out of the deed and it was on me to deliver the word of praise with a table full of folks before food consumption. It was one of the most worrisome moments of my life. I mean, you can’t technically get prayer wrong but there are certain instances where you want to make an impression, or at least not come off like a foolish heathen.
I was on a mission to produce a 46-second sermon style grace as I began running thru old prayers in my head. I thought about comic relief and starting off with a Talladega Nights inspired “sweet baby Jesus.” I could see Will Ferrell in my mind, I almost laughed out loud but then I thought ‘I can’t steal that,’ I wanted to but I didn’t know who had seen the movie, so it wasn’t a guaranteed giggle.
Then I got the idea to apply some off-the-top-of-the-head scripture, prayer book lines and maybe infuse something with a rhythmic pattern to show my…wait a minute, this isn’t open mic night, this is a conversation with The Creator! It’s simple, just thank Him/Her for the hands that prepared the food, some mumbo jumbo about family and us being together and don’t give special thankful shout outs for individuals because then you have to include everyone. Humans like a good prayer, but they like food a little more. Brevity is key.
I still got nervy, whoever was holding my hands got theirs soaked, I totally skipped the heavenly salutation and just started asking for crap, bless the chicken, bless the stuffing, bless Aunt somebody that cooked it, thank you for waking us up, look out for the folks that traveled. This was sounding like my last few minutes of a radio interview. Long pause…eyes open…see other eyes open…okay, Amen…end scene.
No congrats, pats on the back, extra Amens or anything. It was a below average C-minus blessing at best. It wasn’t worth a hell trip or anything but God wasn’t smiling. I’ve had better ones after that but then I felt like I just studied the script (not the scripture) a little better.
You know? Switching up the pitch, changing the tone, replace “naw mean” and “you feel me?” with “Father God” and “thank you Lord.” I’ve been around the prayer block a few times now.
Although there are still some instances where we go around the table saying what we’re thankful for and I really hate saying something bland or unoriginal so sometimes I say, “pass.” I think it’s funny but no one ever laughs at that…to my face. Other times I say, “Next up, I believe that’s me, let me shout out Allah and all the other spiritual deities…” if I’m in the mood to shock folks and amuse myself. Mostly that’s just in my head though.

This whole thought process got me to thinking about the prayer that begins, “God is great, God is good…” I thought I understood it as a kid, like God is so great, but then sometimes He’s just cool. Or maybe they gave His greatness a second thought, and retracted it. No that couldn’t be it, maybe He’s all things so He can be great, good, decent, asi-asi…and so on and so forth. Or maybe this was just about rhyme scheme. Good was supposed to rhyme with food. And it might have in the Old Testament.
No one knows if the head-bow, quick instant message really works. Has food poisoning ever broken through the blessing barrier? Can it kill E coli? What about the mad cows that were hospitalizing folks or even bubble guts? I would love to see some medical cases where food was supposed to take someone out but they nailed an “amazing” grace and beat the odds.
Either way, I’m gonna keep saying ’em…not just because chicks like church thugs…or I think God’s going to intervene and block botulism…or because it’s a force of habit…oh you thought I had a logical reason. I’m rambling damnit!
Nah truthfully there is always a time to reflect and be gracious for what you have, whether it’s a big dinner with family or a happy meal…or a sad meal. Grace is great, grace is good.
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MONDAY RAMBLE 18 “@ THE MOVIES”
Posted: October 18, 2010 Filed under: MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: monday ramble, movies, popcorn 16 CommentsOne day I went to the movies and there was a couple there with a baby that had to be around 4 days old. The baby got going with the cries and yelps about 20 minutes in and I couldn’t help but think about what would possess these people to throw caution to the wind and bring out their brand new offspring instead of finding a sitter or something.
I get it, The Karate Kid remake or Saw 13 or whatever the hell I was seeing is pretty important and the fact that you guys just spat out a seed shouldn’t deter you from living the life you’ve always lived. Maybe these were the sitters and they were just like,
“Look we Fandangoed these tix and they’re not going to waste, all we gotta do is take turns going out the movie with the baby and just fill each other in on what we miss, cool? “
“Ok…But do you think we may disturb the other people if the baby cries? I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
“Inconvenience, shminconvenience! They say silence your cell phones, Shateshanequa is not a cell phone.”
And that was that.
Coming attractions are like a movie within a movie. You can always hear someone with a loud “I’m seeing that joint” whisper if it’s a good one. The loud whisper concept still baffles me but more importantly, the number of attractions has gone up to like 6 or 7 nowadays. They make you forget what you came to see. Things usually even out though because the odds are that you’ll also forget what coming attraction was so good as well.
I purposely ate a nourishing meal before getting to the cinema but it never fails that the popcorn smell hypnotizes me. And then I’m calculating how much money I want to throw away to satisfy an unhealthy, finger food fetish. Once I give in, I know I’m about to spend sneaker money in one outing.
I hear theaters don’t make any money off of ticket sales, which is so backwards to me. That’s like a restaurant selling food, then giving the money only to the people in the kitchen and they split it with the farm that raised the animals…and Kelsey Grammer (he’s behind everything). Anyway this is why popcorn and a drink add up to around 42 dollars. And if you try to buy a small they offer you a medium for a quarter more. Then you ask to see the medium size and it’s like a tub-o-corn that you can’t really finish. And your potnah that you’re with doesn’t want any…
Until you get the 20 dollar small with a big ass drink with mad ice. Then they’re all in your popcorn killing it before the movie even starts and then 20 minutes of attractions later, either your popcorn has dwindled to the butter less, lukewarm, underdeveloped kernels on the bottom or your drink is an empty ice block and now you have a cotton mouth.
I always tell them to put butter in halfway then continue filling and then put butter on top but who am I kidding? That’s not butter, butter doesn’t look like that, it never has, and yet without it, that movie popcorn just isn’t the same.
I swear I would have been better off finding a stranger that got one of those large popcorns and since he can afford it, “just pour a little in my hand, I know you’re not gonna finish that bruh, thank you kindly”
Have you ever witnessed people clapping after a good movie? Man I hate to be a part of that. Applause in the movies! This isn’t a play. For whom do you clap my fair people? If this was Madea Comes out of the Closet…on Broadway, I would understand. The Social Network was great, Inception was confusingly entertaining but I’m not just going to put my hands together for a screen. Jennifer Hudson got a standing ovation in a crowded movie theater when I went to see Dreamgirls. Yes, they stood up…I take nothing away from her performance but it’s not like she was backstage to come out and take a bow. We couldn’t tag her in the applause, I say it was a waste but what do I know?
I hate when movies let out and everyone has to go to the bathroom at the same time. Urinal rules get broken and dudes are elbow rubbing, then we’re forced to pee in the stalls (I always pee in the stalls), hand washing gets skipped. I try to either dart in there right before the credits because I swear I just know when a movie’s over or I just accept my loss and let everyone else handle their biz and wait it out.
Either way, my effort gets thwarted sometimes and as I’m washing my hands getting ready for the Excelsior dryer that’s going to make the skin on my hands vibrate, some kind gentleman asks me what I thought of the film. Really? I’m Roger Ebert now? You care what I think? And now we must share ideas as I return the favor and ask you for your review of the film…no sir. I just came for the popcorn and the bathroom. He tried to tell me his opinion but I think he was the baby holder guy trying to get filled in on what he missed now that I think about it. So I’m glad I hit him with a smile/head nod/door-grab combo and got outta there. I’m gonna go somewhere and invent The Anti-Social Network. “Take yo baby home and get ya netflix on homie.”
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