Condolences

My supervisor’s mother died over the weekend. Her mom had a birthday on Friday and she died early Saturday morning. I didn’t know until Monday. My assistant called me over the weekend, but I did not answer. I was thinking “why is she calling me on Saturday?” I am terrible at checking messages as well. I have 19 at the moment. I figured, she would tell me what she needed on Monday — work hours.

They had the funeral and everything that goes along with it today. I did not go. I know, I know, I should pay my respects. I did not know her mother and only saw her once or maybe twice. All I said to her was hello. I know a little about her being sick and what my boss has gone through over the past year. She has been in and out of the hospital and sometimes refusing to do what she needs to do. I sent her a text as soon as I found out. I wanted to let her know, if she needed any help, I can help her out and take some of the things off of her plate. I offered some words of encouragement. I just wanted to let her know — I am here for her. I like my boss. I saw her a few hours later and she filled me in. She told me what happened up until yesterday. I told her again, I am here for her etc. I told her my assistant would not be coming to work and I would stay behind to answer the phones; my assistant is helping out. They are all from this community and have known each other for many years. So, she should assume — I would not be attending.

I would like to do something for my boss. I want to show,  ”I am in your corner,” you know?

I am not very good with this sort of thing and I could use some ideas guys.

I was still thinking, maybe, I should go over there — It is still going on. The official service just ended, but I am sure people are still there. I am still in my office, so I guess that means I am not going.

What can I give or do?

Suprise…

…I can’t spell.

I created a Facebook page for my grandmother. She will be turning 90 next month and we are having a SURPRISE party. Well, I made the page as a normal page, so that I can add all of the family. That way we can all talk on the wall and send messages etc. I also uploaded the invite and made an event. I am using FB to RSVP.

Anyway, I put on the invitation RSVP on Facebook: “____’s Surprise. That is when I realize, I spelled it “Suprise” on the FB page. I was like shit! I ordered the invitations already. I don’t want people to be unable to find the page. I went to FB to change the name and spell it correctly; it will not allow me to do so. It goes against the policy. I guess because “Surprise” isn’t an ACTUAL NAME.

I sent an email to FB explain my problem. If they just allow me to use SURPRISE, I would be fine.

I can cancel the invitations and reorder it once I correct the name on FB. That way — everything matches I do not want to look like an idiot writing “SUPRISE” on the invitations, just so that it matches FB.

What can I change the  name to on FB? I figure, I will change the name and then re-do my order.

What is crazy…none of my family even noticed. Suprise looked right as hell to me too.

What should I do?

If I leave it as is, people would type it in correctly and it may or may not come up. But, then I am still going to look illiterate.

Help me guys! I placed a rush order on the invites because the party is in a month. My family is so damn last minute, so I need to change it right now. I paid for 3 day delivery. It may mail today.

When the party is over, I am going to rename the page to her real name. I want her to see the page and everyone who participated — after the fact. Then, maybe I can show her how it works and all the friends she has etc.

What should I do?

This teacher did what?

A Queens teacher forced her fifth-graders to make holiday cards for a repulsive pen pal — a jailed boyfriend who has a taste for child porn and a conviction for gun possession.

Melissa Dean instructed the youngsters at Public School 143 in Corona to draw cards for her beau in December because she “thought it was a nice thing to do,” investigators said. But a guard at Groveland Correctional Facility in upstate Livingston County disagreed, intercepting the 27 letters for John Coccarelli and alerting Dean’s principal.

“It was bad judgment,” said the city’s special commissioner of investigation, Richard Condon. “She certainly did not have permission.” City Schools Chancellor Dennis Walcott called Dean’s actions “totally ridiculous, absurd . . . and we’re not going to tolerate it. “We’re moving for that teacher’s termination,” Walcott said.

Dean, a teacher at the Corona school since 2004, told her students that they were sending the crayon-drawn notes to people who were lonely during the holidays. Instead, they were sent to Coccarelli, who has been collared for possession of a loaded 9-mm. semiautomatic pistol and violating an order of protection.

Dean did not get permission from the school or kids’ parents to send the cards — some of which contained the students’ names and home addresses. “If you write something nice to them, they will write back to us,” Dean, 31, told the class, according to investigators. One student wrote, “I hope you have a Merry Christmas,” while another called Dean the “best teacher” because she didn’t assign a lot of homework.

Dean even wrote one, signing it “from your Wifey Melissa.”

Coccarelli, 33, has a disturbing criminal record. In 2008, he was busted in Nassau County for weapons possession and child porn after police found a disk and laptop with nearly 50 sexually explicit images of underage kids. But in a deal, Coccarelli pleaded guilty only to the weapons charge, ensuring a longer prison sentence than a plea on the porn, according to the Nassau district attorney’s office. The porn charge was dropped. Then in 2010, he pleaded guilty to violating a restraining order. He isn’t eligible for parole until May.

Coccarelli and Dean have been chummy since he’s been behind bars, chatting on the phone at least 327 times. Dean also visited Coccarelli 11 times, identifying herself as a “friend” in the prison guestbook. Coccarelli’s father insisted that his son didn’t do anything to encourage Dean to send cards from her students. “She was trying to be nice,” said Coccarelli’s father, John Coccarelli Sr. “She made a mistake. I understand that.”

Shocked parents at PS 143 said that Dean endangered students and called for her job. “She should be fired,” fumed Maria Cabrera, 29, whose son is in fifth grade at PS 143. Dean, who makes draws a yearly salary of $75,283, was put on desk duty as soon as officials were notified of Condon’s report.

Should she be fired?

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I was reading something on Facebook recently and thought it would be a great topic.

I will set the scene:

You meet a woman online and you really hit it off. You finally meet in person and you realize, she is not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well. The two of you really hit it off and feelings start to emerge. The two of you spend a substantial amount of time together. You haven’t had sex yet and 6 months have passed. One day she tells you, she is HIV positive.

How do you proceed?

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Ellen responds to right-wing organization

I support Ellen.

People really have nothing better to do with their time, huh? If you do not want to shop in JcPennys anymore, because Ellen is now a spokesperson for the department store — you should not. No one is forcing you. It is your money and you should spend it where YOU see fit. No one is MAKING you shop anywhere. That is the beauty of choice. When people are homophobic, I choose to not spend my money with them or their company. Do you see how easy it is?

It isn’t like Ellen is a murdering abuser or anything. She hasn’t done anything to anyone.

Give me a break!

Check out this great MSN video – Ellen responds to right-wing organization.

I also signed the petition. You should sign too!

Catholic Priests are…

…Pedophiles, rapists and child molesters. If you disagree — tell me why.

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First Pictures of Beautiful Baby Blue Ivy Carter

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She is beautiful and has a head full of hair! Click image for more pictures of Blue with Mommy and Daddy!

She is a doll.

Blind Date Series

I was reading another blog today and it reminded me of some funny stories. Do you guys remember AOL, chat lines and Black Planet? HA!

I had some BAD experiences with the whole “blind date” thing. I will never-ever again leave my fucking apartment, if I have not seen a picture first.

I shall share a few stories with you.

I ran away

I was in an AOL chat room and a woman with the name Caramel some-shit sent me an instant message. I found out she lived in my neighborhood. After talking a few times, she asked if I wanted to meet. We did not exchange pictures. We were to meet a few blocks away from my house. We were coming from opposite directions and decided to meet in the middle. She said she would have a book in her hand; she needed to return it to her friend. I told her what kind of shoes, I would be wearing. I wore some popular shit — just in case.

I started walking the couple of blocks and arrived to the meeting spot first. I was just looking around for someone with a “book in their hand.” We were meeting on a busy corner, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss her, ya know? From a distance, I see this big fat girl with a book in her hand. I was like damn. *sigh* So, I started walking back the other way. I figured, she was too far to see my damn shoes and I could just walk away. I started walking back home with a little pep in my step. I crossed the street and everything. I don’t know if she started jogging or something, but it seemed like she was catching up. I didn’t bother to look back or anything though. Then I hear “YO…YO…YO….” We are from Brooklyn, so “YO” is what we say. I pretended, I didn’t hear her and I kept walking. She started raising her voice and I definitely think she started doing a run-walk.

I turned around; you are free to call me a dumb-ass. She goes “you didn’t hear me calling you?” I said NO -__-. I told her “I was here for a while and I didn’t think you were coming anymore.” As she spoke, I stared into her mouth. I have a thing for teeth and a nice looking mouth, so I always check. Her shit was a fucking mess! She had like 2 or 3 rows of teeth. I have no idea what was going on in there. I could’t take it!

She tells me she needed to bring the book to her friend and asked would I mind going with her. I reluctantly agreed. We walked a few blocks to the supermarket. She and her friends worked in the supermarket. This is a supermarket, that was close to where my family lived. I was not trying to really be seen with her like that though. Yo, she took forever in the damn supermarket. I was trying to play the back the whole time. I didn’t want to be introduced to anyone or anything. She starts introducing me to people, like I was her girl. I was tight. Her friends were smiling at me and saying “Oh, your girl is cute.” It seemed like they were trying to play me. Or maybe they were just giving her props. I have no clue. I didn’t want to come back in that store and be labeled her girl. I didn’t go back in that supermarket for years! Years!

Finally, we left. When we got back to the original meeting spot, she wanted to walk me home. I was like damn, this shit needs to be fucking over. I want to go home, BY MYSELF! She insisted on walking me home. I declined. She insisted some more. I just told her, I wasn’t even going home right then. I told her, I was getting on the bus. She decided to walk me to the bus. *sigh* Do you know I got my ass on the bus? I lived 3 blocks away and I got on the bus, going the wrong direction. Yep, I did. I got off at the next stop and walked home. I didn’t have a damn place to go, but she was NOT about to know where I lived. No, Maam!

I saw her a few years later in a club and I pretended not to remember her ass. I don’t even think she recognized me. As soon as I recognized her, I stayed on the other side of the club the whole night.

Stay tuned for another segment in the Blind Date Series.

Listening to….

These are some catchy tunes.

Valentines Day

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With Valentines day approaching I was thinking if I wanted to do a post on it. It would probably ended up as a rant anyway as I don’t really believe in it and never have done. I just don’t think you need a special day to show someone you love them. What if that day you feel really awful or have fallen out or simply you don’t feel in a romantic mood or feeling the sentiment? I’ve heard so many disastrous stories regarding this day and some good ones too. For me Feb 14 is just another day. Personally …

This is a great story.

People are sick!

I am extremely bothered by violence against women and children. I show the sick bastards that molest, rape and violate people.

Unfortunately, one of these news stories have hit entirely too close to home. A person who is associated with my company, has been arrested for having and distributing child pornography and for molesting young boys. He has worked for many programs over the years. I think he was currently working with a few different organizations. All of these organizations deal with children.

Last month, he was arrested for the having and distributing child porn. This month, they found video of him fondling a boy’s penis and spanking another naked child. He was out on bail for the first arrest and was re-arrested with new charges — without bail.

I know this guy too, but we aren’t friends or anything.

The charges are outrageous and just fucking disgusting!

This story is disturbing me so much. This man had access to so many kids — it is just crazy.

Parents send their kids to school for an education. Then these sick fucks take these jobs. According to the news, he likes “black boys, 10 years and older.” The news also reported, he admitted to collecting and sharing child porn daily and masturbating to child porn at least 3 times per week. Really? Ugh!

Please talk to your kids. It may seem like they are too young for this sort of conversation — they aren’t. I have talked to my kids over and over. I have told my kids about private parts, touching etc. I told them no one touches you, not even another kid. I explained, sometimes, kids/adults will create games to touch each other in their private areas, and that is not a game. It is not okay. I let them know other people may even asked MY children to touch them, and they should NOT! I even went as far, to say, do not put your mouth on people’s private areas. I explained that could also be considered a game, but it is not. It is nasty! No one puts their mouth, penis, or vagina on you and you never do it to anyone else. If someone touches them or even says anything like that — tell me. I let them know the person is sick and they should get away from that person.

I have practiced what they should say/do. I go over it now and then too. I have to at least put that information in their heads. A lot of kids have no idea what is happening when someone brings this kinda shit to them. Kids get duped into shit and they have no idea what is going on. They don’t even realize it is wrong — until it is too late.

I don’t even do pet names for shit. It is a Vagina! If someone ever touched it, I don’t want them telling the teacher “He/she touched my wink-wink.” A teacher will ignore that bs real quick. In my family, we called our vagina, our “mee-mee.” I have no idea who thought of it, but it has gone on for generations. Well, that shit stopped with me — in my household. A penis was a “dingaling or teelee.” I am not creating a name for something that already has a name. I don’t want it to sound fun and cute. I want it to sound like what it is. What does your family call yours? That would be interesting to know. I swear, people are so creative.

I don’t want to give too much details with the news story; the media is already having a field day.

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An unarmed Bronx teen was fatally shot by cops after they chased him into his family’s apartment building on Thursday, police said.

Ramarley Graham, 19, was hit once in the chest after an officer fired his gun during a confrontation in the Williamsbridge apartment about 3 p.m., police said. No gun was found at the scene, cops said.

Graham was rushed to Montefiore Medical Center, where he later died.

“They chased him into the house,” said the teen’s mother, Constance Malcolm, 39, who witnessed the shooting. “Nobody deserves to be shot in their own home.”

Moments before the shooting, officers from the NYPD’s Street Narcotics Enforcement Unit spotted Graham on the street adjusting his waistband and thought he had a gun, a police source said.

But Graham — who had at least two prior arrests for marijuana and burglary — ran when cops tried to approach him, the sources said.

Cops followed the teen as he dashed toward his second-floor apartment on E. 229th St., cops said. Once inside, Graham darted toward the bathroom with two cops behind him, cops said.

The teen tussled with a cop before the officer’s gun — a Sig Sauer .9-mm — went off and a bullet pierced Graham in the upper left chest, police said.

“He had some weed on with him,” said a family friend. “It wasn’t a big deal. They shot him inside the house. … He didn’t have a gun.”

A police source said marijuana was found inside the bathroom and that Graham may have been trying to flush it down the toilet.

Police were still investigating the incident Thursday night.

Carmen Laspina, 40, was watching TV with her three daughters when she heard cops swarming the street.

“The block was really quiet and then, suddenly, you hear all these sirens, helicopters, and I see all these cops running,” she said.

“I looked out the window, and they were putting someone in the ambulance. … He wasn’t moving. It was scary to see somebody shot like that.”

WOW…just…WOW!

What do you think of this story? 

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Read more: http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/man-shot-cops-williamsbridge-confrontation-article-1.1016142#ixzz1lLYeR5vf

Can Ellen Do More Push-Ups Than Michelle Obama?

I love Mrs. Obama too!