Single Ladies (BIG GIRL REMIX)
OKAY... I had got this from another blog (Miss Pearl's Window). I'm all about the big girls doing their dance but I was FLOORED when I saw the chick did the split.
Kiwi...Imma need you to pass video on to Silky. I can't get on Multiply from work and I know she would have wrote something up on this by now.
Your thoughts?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Seasonal Means Temporary
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This disclaimer being said, I have to tell you about my night work. For the past three weeks I have been working a seasonal job at Belk Distribution center in Blythewood, about 11 miles out of the city of Columbia. For those of you who never heard of Belk, it is a department store that lies in mostly southern states (Southeast and Southwest). I don't know if I could compare it to Macy's, but I think it is more comparable to Dillards.
Anyway, at the distribution center, there are different departments. I work in the shipping department where I am assigned a certain number of stores and at least 2 trucks to load. We load the pallets and the trucks according to the store number. The concept is easy. The work, until you get used to it, is hard. You best believe you will lose about 10 pounds or more working there.
Here it is, Tuesday night and the supervisor assigns me to be the floater among 4 lanes. Basically I am helping the others keep their lanes clear of the boxes and helping them load their trucks and pallets. Cool. I am with that cause that's constant moving. Things are going swell through the night.
4:00am. It's lunch time. After lunch, the 3rd shift has a meeting. I know that it's probably about the shift coming to an end because peak season is about over. I am prepared for this anyway because:
This disclaimer being said, I have to tell you about my night work. For the past three weeks I have been working a seasonal job at Belk Distribution center in Blythewood, about 11 miles out of the city of Columbia. For those of you who never heard of Belk, it is a department store that lies in mostly southern states (Southeast and Southwest). I don't know if I could compare it to Macy's, but I think it is more comparable to Dillards.
Anyway, at the distribution center, there are different departments. I work in the shipping department where I am assigned a certain number of stores and at least 2 trucks to load. We load the pallets and the trucks according to the store number. The concept is easy. The work, until you get used to it, is hard. You best believe you will lose about 10 pounds or more working there.
Here it is, Tuesday night and the supervisor assigns me to be the floater among 4 lanes. Basically I am helping the others keep their lanes clear of the boxes and helping them load their trucks and pallets. Cool. I am with that cause that's constant moving. Things are going swell through the night.
4:00am. It's lunch time. After lunch, the 3rd shift has a meeting. I know that it's probably about the shift coming to an end because peak season is about over. I am prepared for this anyway because:
- When we applied, we were told that this was a seasonal job.
- Third shift was only going to last a few weeks. After that, the shift would be eliminated and those who wanted to stay on would be split between first and second shift.
- This seasonal job was obtained through the temp agency.
So tell me why after the supervisor tells us that our jobs on third shift will end this week, that some people decided that they were going to leave RIGHT THEN AND THERE??? I mean, could you not stick it out for 2 and a half more hours(the shift ended at 7am)? About 5 minutes after the meeting the supervisor ask me to take over a lane because this chica had bailed the hell out after the meeting. No goodbyes' no sayonara, nothing. So now I gotta work extra hard to catch this heffa's crap up so when first shift comes in they won't have a pile of boxes laying around everywhere.
Do folk not realize in a time where the economy is an eyesore, that you do not burn your bridges with your job, especially if it's with the temp agency. The temp agency may be able to place you somewhere else if things don't work out on this job. I hope this girl didn't get mad about her job ending when she knew that this was a seasonal job in the first place. Seasonal means temporary. Need to put that in the employment dictonary for those who don't know.
Well, one thing is for sure. There is a lot of other seasonal jobs out there if somebody need one. I just saw that Coca Cola bottling company is hiring for production workers...
That is my rant for today.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Real Housewives of Atlanta
I need to really sit down and see the entire episode of this show. I have never watched it but I have heard so many people talk about it. If there is anyone out there who watches this please let me know what you think?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The Butler Sees A New White House
This is an article that was emailed to me. It is taken from the Washington Post. Very touching...
Eugene Allen, 89, a retired White House butler, tries on his old tuxedo for a photo. Allen, who served eight presidents during a period when America 's racial history was being rewritten, is marveling at the election of Barack Obama.
Now retired, he started when blacks were in the kitchen.
By Wil Haygood
November 7, 2008
Reporting from Washington -- For more than three decades, Eugene Allen worked in the White House, a black man unknown to the headlines. During some of those years, harsh segregation laws lay upon the land.
He trekked home every night to his wife, Helene, who kept him out of her kitchen.
At the White House, he worked closer to the dirty dishes than to the Oval Office. Helene didn't care; she just beamed with pride.
President Truman called him Gene. President Ford liked to talk golf with him. He saw eight presidential administrations come and go, often working six days a week.
"I never missed a day of work," Allen said.
He was there while racial history was made: Brown vs. Board of Education, the Little Rock school crisis, the 1963 March on Washington , the cities burning, the civil rights bills, the assassinations.
When he started at the White House in 1952, he couldn't even use the public restrooms when he ventured back to his native Virginia . "We had never had anything," Allen, 89, recalled of black America at the time. "I was always hoping things would get better."
In its long history, the White House -- note the name -- has had a complex and vexing relationship with black Americans.
"The history is not so uneven at the lower level, in the kitchen," said Ted Sorensen, who served as counselor to President Kennedy. "In the kitchen, the folks have always been black. Even the folks at the door -- black."
Before Gene Allen landed his White House job, he worked as a waiter at a resort in Hot Springs , Va. , and then at a country club in Washington .
He and wife Helene, 86, were sitting in the living room of their Washington home. Her voice was musical, in a Lena Horne kind of way. She called him "Honey." They met at a birthday party in 1942. He was too shy to ask for her number, so she tracked his down. They married a year later.
In 1952, a lady told him of a job opening in the White House. "I wasn't even looking for a job," he said. "I was happy where I was working, but she told me to go on over there and meet with a guy by the name of Alonzo Fields."
Fields was a maitre d', and he immediately liked Allen.
Allen was offered a job as a "pantry man." He washed dishes, stocked cabinets and shined silverware. He started at $2,400 a year.
There was, in time, a promotion to butler. "Shook the hand of all the presidents I ever worked for," he said.
"I was there, honey," Helene said. "In the back maybe. But I shook their hands too." She was referring to White House holiday parties, Easter egg hunts.
They have one son, C harles, who works as an investigator with the State Department..
"President Ford's birthday and my birthday were on the same day," he said. "He'd have a birthday party at the White House. Everybody would be there. And Mrs. Ford would say, 'It's Gene's birthday too!' "
And so they'd sing a little ditty to the butler. And the butler, who wore a tuxedo to work every day, would blush.
"Jack Kennedy was very nice," he went on. "And so was Mrs. Kennedy."
He was in the White House kitchen the day Kennedy was slain. He got an invitation to the funeral. But he volunteered for other duty: "Somebody had to be at the White House to serve everyone after they came from the funeral."
The whole family of President Carter made Helene chuckle: "They were country. And I'm talking Lillian and Rosalynn both." It came out as the highest compliment.
First Lady Nancy Reagan came looking for him in the kitchen one day. She wanted to remind him about the upcoming st ate dinner for German Chancellor Helmut Kohl. She told him he would not be working that night.
"She said, 'You and Helene are coming to the state dinner as guests of President Reagan and myself.' I'm telling you! I believe I'm the only butler to get invited to a state dinner."
Husbands and wives don't sit together at these events, and Helene was nervous about trying to make small talk with world leaders. "And my son said, 'Momma, just talk about your high school. They won't know the difference.'
"The senators were all talking about the colleges and universities that they went to," she said. "I was doing as much talking as they were.
"Had champagne that night," she said, looking over at her husband.
He just grinned: He was the man who stacked the champagne at the White House.
Colin L. Powell would become the highest ranking black of any White House to that point when he was named Reagan's national security advisor in 1987. Condoleezza Rice w ould have that position under President George W. Bush.
Gene Allen was promoted to maitre d' in 1980. He left the White House in 1986, after 34 years. President Reagan wrote him a sweet note. Nancy Reagan hugged him tight.
Interviewed at their home last week, Gene and Helene speculated about what it would mean if a black man were elected president.
"Just imagine," she said.
"It'd be really something," he said.
"We're pretty much past the going-out stage," she said. "But you never know. If he gets in there, it'd sure be nice to go over there again."
They talked about praying to help Barack Obama get to the White House. They'd go vote together. She'd lean on her cane with one hand, and him with the other, while walking down to the precinct. And she'd get supper going afterward. They went over their election day plans more than once.
"Imagine," she said.
"That's right," he said.
On Monday, Helene had a doctor's appointment . Gene woke and nudged her once, then again.. He shuffled around to her side of the bed. He nudged Helene again.
He was all alone.
"I woke up and my wife didn't," he said later.
Some friends and family members rushed over. He wanted to make coffee. They had to shoo the butler out of the kitchen.
The lady he married 65 years ago will be buried today.
The butler cast his vote for Obama on Tuesday. He so missed telling his Helene about the black man bound for the Oval Office.
Haygood writes for the Washington Post.
Eugene Allen, 89, a retired White House butler, tries on his old tuxedo for a photo. Allen, who served eight presidents during a period when America 's racial history was being rewritten, is marveling at the election of Barack Obama.
Now retired, he started when blacks were in the kitchen.
By Wil Haygood
November 7, 2008
Reporting from Washington -- For more than three decades, Eugene Allen worked in the White House, a black man unknown to the headlines. During some of those years, harsh segregation laws lay upon the land.
He trekked home every night to his wife, Helene, who kept him out of her kitchen.
At the White House, he worked closer to the dirty dishes than to the Oval Office. Helene didn't care; she just beamed with pride.
President Truman called him Gene. President Ford liked to talk golf with him. He saw eight presidential administrations come and go, often working six days a week.
"I never missed a day of work," Allen said.
He was there while racial history was made: Brown vs. Board of Education, the Little Rock school crisis, the 1963 March on Washington , the cities burning, the civil rights bills, the assassinations.
When he started at the White House in 1952, he couldn't even use the public restrooms when he ventured back to his native Virginia . "We had never had anything," Allen, 89, recalled of black America at the time. "I was always hoping things would get better."
In its long history, the White House -- note the name -- has had a complex and vexing relationship with black Americans.
"The history is not so uneven at the lower level, in the kitchen," said Ted Sorensen, who served as counselor to President Kennedy. "In the kitchen, the folks have always been black. Even the folks at the door -- black."
Before Gene Allen landed his White House job, he worked as a waiter at a resort in Hot Springs , Va. , and then at a country club in Washington .
He and wife Helene, 86, were sitting in the living room of their Washington home. Her voice was musical, in a Lena Horne kind of way. She called him "Honey." They met at a birthday party in 1942. He was too shy to ask for her number, so she tracked his down. They married a year later.
In 1952, a lady told him of a job opening in the White House. "I wasn't even looking for a job," he said. "I was happy where I was working, but she told me to go on over there and meet with a guy by the name of Alonzo Fields."
Fields was a maitre d', and he immediately liked Allen.
Allen was offered a job as a "pantry man." He washed dishes, stocked cabinets and shined silverware. He started at $2,400 a year.
There was, in time, a promotion to butler. "Shook the hand of all the presidents I ever worked for," he said.
"I was there, honey," Helene said. "In the back maybe. But I shook their hands too." She was referring to White House holiday parties, Easter egg hunts.
They have one son, C harles, who works as an investigator with the State Department..
"President Ford's birthday and my birthday were on the same day," he said. "He'd have a birthday party at the White House. Everybody would be there. And Mrs. Ford would say, 'It's Gene's birthday too!' "
And so they'd sing a little ditty to the butler. And the butler, who wore a tuxedo to work every day, would blush.
"Jack Kennedy was very nice," he went on. "And so was Mrs. Kennedy."
He was in the White House kitchen the day Kennedy was slain. He got an invitation to the funeral. But he volunteered for other duty: "Somebody had to be at the White House to serve everyone after they came from the funeral."
The whole family of President Carter made Helene chuckle: "They were country. And I'm talking Lillian and Rosalynn both." It came out as the highest compliment.
First Lady Nancy Reagan came looking for him in the kitchen one day. She wanted to remind him about the upcoming st ate dinner for German Chancellor Helmut Kohl. She told him he would not be working that night.
"She said, 'You and Helene are coming to the state dinner as guests of President Reagan and myself.' I'm telling you! I believe I'm the only butler to get invited to a state dinner."
Husbands and wives don't sit together at these events, and Helene was nervous about trying to make small talk with world leaders. "And my son said, 'Momma, just talk about your high school. They won't know the difference.'
"The senators were all talking about the colleges and universities that they went to," she said. "I was doing as much talking as they were.
"Had champagne that night," she said, looking over at her husband.
He just grinned: He was the man who stacked the champagne at the White House.
Colin L. Powell would become the highest ranking black of any White House to that point when he was named Reagan's national security advisor in 1987. Condoleezza Rice w ould have that position under President George W. Bush.
Gene Allen was promoted to maitre d' in 1980. He left the White House in 1986, after 34 years. President Reagan wrote him a sweet note. Nancy Reagan hugged him tight.
Interviewed at their home last week, Gene and Helene speculated about what it would mean if a black man were elected president.
"Just imagine," she said.
"It'd be really something," he said.
"We're pretty much past the going-out stage," she said. "But you never know. If he gets in there, it'd sure be nice to go over there again."
They talked about praying to help Barack Obama get to the White House. They'd go vote together. She'd lean on her cane with one hand, and him with the other, while walking down to the precinct. And she'd get supper going afterward. They went over their election day plans more than once.
"Imagine," she said.
"That's right," he said.
On Monday, Helene had a doctor's appointment . Gene woke and nudged her once, then again.. He shuffled around to her side of the bed. He nudged Helene again.
He was all alone.
"I woke up and my wife didn't," he said later.
Some friends and family members rushed over. He wanted to make coffee. They had to shoo the butler out of the kitchen.
The lady he married 65 years ago will be buried today.
The butler cast his vote for Obama on Tuesday. He so missed telling his Helene about the black man bound for the Oval Office.
Haygood writes for the Washington Post.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Happy Holidays From the Obamas
They look really good in this holiday video. If you haven't seen it' please take a look.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Twin Tours to Take Bus to Historic Inauguration
http://www.live5news.com/global/video/popup/pop_playerLaunch.asp?vt1=v&clipFormat=flv&clipId1=3126593&at1=News&h1=Paying to witness history
My friends in the biker world, Derryl and Terryl (aka Twin 1 and Twin 2) of Band of Bruthaz MC in Charleston, SC are taking their privately own charter busses to the historic 2009 inauguration ceremonies. Both were featured in yesterday's NewsChannel 5 broadcast (see link). I talked to Terryl earlier today who said one of the buses are full and the other has about 30 seats left.
$495 covers the bus trip and the hotel stay, which the bus will depart from Charleston on Sunday January 18 and returning on Wednesday January 21.
If I was planning to go by myself I would jump on the deal. That is really good considering the price of gas and the skyrocketing prices of the hotels (I got my hotel the day after the election at a decent price considering. It could have been better but hey, this is my first time doing this). My bike club members are planning to attend and they plan on having their children come with them so we will probably rent a van and roll out that way.
Enjoy the video!!!
My friends in the biker world, Derryl and Terryl (aka Twin 1 and Twin 2) of Band of Bruthaz MC in Charleston, SC are taking their privately own charter busses to the historic 2009 inauguration ceremonies. Both were featured in yesterday's NewsChannel 5 broadcast (see link). I talked to Terryl earlier today who said one of the buses are full and the other has about 30 seats left.
$495 covers the bus trip and the hotel stay, which the bus will depart from Charleston on Sunday January 18 and returning on Wednesday January 21.
If I was planning to go by myself I would jump on the deal. That is really good considering the price of gas and the skyrocketing prices of the hotels (I got my hotel the day after the election at a decent price considering. It could have been better but hey, this is my first time doing this). My bike club members are planning to attend and they plan on having their children come with them so we will probably rent a van and roll out that way.
Enjoy the video!!!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
We Are the United States of America!!!
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Last night I attended an election watch night party hosted by the Midlands Bikers Association. It was a really good turnout because people from all over wanted to see the results. It wasn't even 11pm Eastern Standard time when CNN cut in with breaking news, projecting Barack Obama the winner in the Presidential Election.
This is an historic moment for us all. This day has certainly come. Everyone at Greens BBQ (the place where the event was held) was rejoicing: singing, dancing, crying. This is all from happiness. I met this old couple, who had to be in their late 80's and when they found out the results of the presidential election, they hugged and cried. Imagine living all of your life through the civil rights era, where even thinking about voting was not an option, only to come to this day, November 4, 2008, where we exercised that right with full force and power.
I could not help but shed tears of happiness. Here is a man who was DOUBTED...CRITICIZED...even RIDICULED about his name because he was not the ordinary candidate. The ordinary candidate is not up for change, but unlike that candidate Barack Obama is for change. It was due time. Past time. If you look around the world, you have already had countries that had first women presidents, first black presidents. Yet the United States did not have one elected president of color until now. Change was due and it happened. The record numbers in voting, long lines (I stood in line for 2 hours yesterday), the college aged kids, the ones that just turned 18 and while they may still be in high school they still were able to exercise their right to vote. I even praise the woman who was voting yesterday and her water broke. She stood in line for over an hour to get that opportunity and she did so.
This election brought more of us together as one nation. We all have our differences but we are still citizens of one country.Like Barack said, in the end there is no such thing as red states and blue states. We are 50 states and WE ARE THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!
We all must continue to keep Barack, Michelle, Sasha, Malia and all of their family members in our prayers daily. No one said this is going to be easy. There are still mountains to climb. Even though Barack's grandmother passed the eve of the election, she knew that her job was done. She raised him well and she is smiling at him.
I am still celebrating, tearing up from time to time, because for me, this is a day that I will never ever forget. YES WE CAN AND YES WE DID!!!
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