He doesn’t know what day it is?
He doesn’t know what day it is?
Its the tenth episode, and this season has been dragging, even with the return on Nene and Kim. We are halfway through the season and Bravo possibily realizing they must intice the views to hang with Atlanta, its highest rated franchise. Gave us a preview of the rest of the season .
Last night episode was about the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey in Houston and the housewives efforts to help. However before going to Houston, lets take care of a little business in Atlanta.
Its Tyrone, from Jail. Its fish friday. Sheree is home recovering from her back injury. She is gone head ovah heels in love with her prision man. Fish? “your eating better than me” Someone slap Sheree, its fish sticks! Jeez! She brings him current with the other women at the Ill fated “Elephant Meeting” At the meeting Sheree asks Nene about Tyrone. Nene didn’t want to talk about it. Even though she has freely talked about him out of her presence with the other ladies.
Well let me ask you this: How long has NeNe been married?” Tyrone asks. He goes on to say Nene better watch herself cause he’s got stuff too.
Sheree, said Nene was trying to holla at him, while she was separated from Gregg. Offered to bring him to New York when she was on the Celebrity Apprentice
Cause, Nene did back down, when Sheree tried to get her to tell her what she said about Tyrone! Nene almost never backs off. “I said what I said” Not this time. Hmmm!
Kandi, I”m ready. 100K Yea, teach me how to drive, I’ve forgotton everything!
Riley looks like her father Block and she has his height. Block called Kandi, and talked about his one millonth child a son and attempted to give the phone to Riley. Riley hesitated. Block has been quite the absentee dad, not showing up for dates and after social media beat the shit out of him last year. Their relationship is on the mend. Well almost. Riley didn’t want to talk to him. Kandi attempted to get her to talk to her dad and Riley walked away in tears. Off Camera her sobs was beyond heartbreaking and when her little brother Ace called her. “Riley” it was over. Somebody throw me a box of kleenex.
Kudos for Kandi choosing her daughter over the show. . She had the mic s removed and behind closed doors she spoke to her daughter. She later called Block and suggested family counseling.
At the dredful Eleapant meeting Porsha asked the ladies if they would help her in Houston. Porsha isnt’ the flavor this season and no one responded .
Porsha and her sister Lauren go it alone. They help organize their families charity “HOSEA” to send food and supplies to Houston. They also plan to go to hand out supplies and donations.
Cynthia, hosting her own event to raise money for the victums in Houston ,goes with the Williams sisters to Houston. With Cynthia’s event is on Friday, and Porsha’s event on Saturday, they agree they’ll support each other at each one.
Kenya suprises Cynitha at her fundraiser. Before Kenya’s arrival Cynitha and Porsha were getting alone well. With Kenya’s entrance. Porsha was dropped! Porsha who?
Kenya came to Houston with her family to help at Habitat for Humanity to help rebuild homes on Saturday. Another suprise. Shamea came to Houston to support Porsha. The intial meeting was tense as the two haven’t been friendly. But they worked it out.
Porsha sent Shamea to help Kenya.
Kenya is all business and goes all in to work. At the same time, she barks at other women.
Meanwhile accoss town, more people show up at Porsha event than planned and the event is quickly running out of food. Porsha loses it, as heart is for the victums.. They were able salvage the event.
This could have easlsily been the best episode this year and then………
Kenya arrives to dinner late. Well after everyone has ordered and the kitchen is closed.
Shamea confronts Kenya about her behavior earlier. Kenya apologizes but it was a dismissive apology. Shamea isnt feeling the apology. Kenya is like, come on, let it go. At this point I’m team Kenya. Hey, I’m sorry, lets not drag this on. Then Kenya loses me.
She’s rude, she doesn’t want to hear Shamea and orders several glasses of water. I would have let her have she say, apologized again and said nothing else.
Shamea was going to have her say….
Kenya storms off to the rest room! In the rest room, she is talking to someone from Bravo and we hear fuck this and that. “I don’t give a fuck about these bitches” “Fuck thise muthafuckiing hoes” “That whole table is fucking stupid as shit” Um, yo gurl Cynithia is at that table too, does that mean she’s fucking stupid? “No wonder Marc doesn’t want to be a part of the show!”
Porsha goes in the the rest room to check in on Kenya. We see Kenya flip off the camera and her producers.
The killer moment….. Kenya storms off to her car. When her ride or die tries to talk to her. Kenya says “Goodbye Cynitha, this is not a moment” And the bitch rolls up the window on Cynitha.
This was the best show this season…. Will Kenya Survive?
January 20, 2017, the nation was stunned. Donald Trump, a man accused by several women of sexual misconduct was now President of the United States . The signs a year ago was about women’s health, the uncertainty about the ACA, and anger and frustration about the new president.
In 2018, the theme is Women taking control. Women empowering other women to run for office. Voting, registering other women and making a real difference in this years midterm elections. If you listened, and read the signs. There wasn’t an endorsement of a political party. But the overall message was vote!! There where many men supporting “MeToo” movement
When I was child I wondered why some old men had hair in their ears. Is it to protect their ears from bees? and why didn’t old women have hair growing out their ears, doesn’t seem fair.
I’ve had nose hairs all my life. Now that I’m older, I have a LOT of nose hairs.
You’ve read my letters wanting a full chest of hair, so why the nose? and how quickly it grows. Desperate for a chest full of luxurious hair, I once considered transplanting.
I’ve gone through three nose hair trimmers in the last year. At times my nose hairs are so thick it burns out the little motors. You can french braid the hairs in my nose and add beads.
I know you don’t make mistakes, must be my handwriting…well!
How bout a do over? No one rushes up to me and wants to touch my hairy nose.
In one Florida farm, pigs were used to help the children of an autistic family. Photo reprinted courtesy of Doug Engle of the Ocala
By: Kristine Crane/The American In Italia
Recently a friend and his kids paid a visit to my house. It’s funny what kids pick up on. I have a two-bedroom 1940s Bungalow with a metal roof. It’s not exactly a cracker house, but it has character, and I’ve filled it with motifs of myself: pictures of Rome, poetry books, National Geographic magazines.
And then, there are my pigs. I have pig paraphernalia all over. I didn’t realize quite how much until the kids found my two plastic pigs (facing each other) that oink when squeezed, a stuffed pig on the kitchen window sill, a pig light on my key chain that also oinks when lit up, a stuffed Peppa pig for the baby on the way, pig storybooks, the perennial pig Christmas ornament from my aunt, pig slippers, and the pig footies I happened to be wearing.
I took inventory after they left, which is when it hit me: You can take the girl out of Iowa, but you can’t take the Iowa out of the girl.
I grew up in a pig-happy state. Iowa has the country’s highest pig population. Sadly, even for a lightweight vegetarian like me, most of the pigs have short, consumer-culture driven lives — another story entirely.
I was raised far from the pig farms, in a university town, but my fondness for pigs started early. I remember wanting a pet pig the way many little girls wanted a horse. I would eye our backyard, imagining a mini Wilbur grazing on the grass. My father cut short my daydreams: Pigs grow up and get big, he said.
I dropped the idea of ever having a pig until I moved to North Central Florida a few years ago. I took a reporting job covering Marion County — a big, rural county best known for its champion horse industry. Once on a reporting assignment, I did a double take when I saw a sign advertising pigs for sale. Excitedly, I took a picture, and then sent it to my companion, who quickly wrote back: “Don’t do it.” I wasn’t seriously considering getting a real pig, since I lived in town, where pigs were illegal, but I did know people in the countryside with pot-belly pigs, and being in such close proximity to pigs was enough to appease my pig-loving appetite.
One family in particular lived on the outskirts of town, in a trailer with patched-up windows and a muddy front yard that served as the pig pen. I went there on a reporting assignment, and regretfully wore white linen pants and strappy sandals that sunk into the ground. The pigs oinked and pooped. They were also, at least nominally, serving a purpose, as therapy pets for the family’s four autistic children. Their mother claimed only the pigs could calm her children down. The children poked at the pigs all they wanted, and the pigs just calmly took in their aggression, she explained. The pigs slept in bed with the kids, too.
I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the mother’s explanation, but she polished it for the Marion County Commission when pleading her case to keep the pigs —which were technically illegal, since the family lived just within city limits. When the Commission voted to allow the family to hold on to the pigs, the room erupted in applause. That was, incidentally, the boldest decision I ever saw come out of the Commission, which was known for being sluggish and conservative.
Why pigs? The kids wanted to know. I didn’t have a good answer at the time. Now I do. It’s well-known that pigs are smart. They’re also cute and cuddly. They’re mostly sweet, unless you disrupt their feedings. I find them soulful, similar to th way many people find dogs soulful. I might not go so far as trusting a pig with my life, but I wouldn’t protest a pig companion. In fact, I may unconsciously look for the pig in people. I don’t mean that I look for gluttony (although I like people with a hearty appetite). And I certainly don’t mean the trite comparison between men and pigs. I like people who are smart, sensitive, reliable, and have an unpretentious zest for life. How pig are you?
My mother might have something to do with my pig obsession. Since her death, both big and small things about me seem attributable to her influence. She read me “Charlotte’s Web” when I was a child, and cried more than I did at the ending. It was one of her all-time favorite books, even as an adult, and she was a voracious reader.
Interestingly, her own death reminded me of the book. Hours after she passed at our home, I went out to the front porch swing with my earmarked copy of Emily Dickinson’s “Final Harvest.” I noticed a perfect spider web in suspense between the swing and the porch perimeter.
The rest of the family came out, one by one, to join me —slowly and sadly. No one said much, but you could feel the loss, and unity within the loss — like all the farm animals gathered to mourn the beloved Charlotte.
There wasn’t a spider in sight, but in the sunlight, the web shone like a silver thread.
Social Media and the need to be noticed has ruined millions of lives. Before social media we called a friend and ranted. Today, I’m embarrassed for friends and family members who go online to vent and later get caught up in a storm when people disagree with their words.
In a need for attention, most people do not vet their friends online. To some, having hundreds or thousands of freinds is prestigious. To get 100 hundred likes on the picture they posted. This has made it easier for employers and some unscupulous people to gain access to someones personal thoughts and actions .
A few years ago I was asked to check the backgrounds on prospective employers. One particular man interviewed well he was one of the two men considered for the position. I friended him on Facebook using a female name and using a picture I found on google. With in a couple of hours I was one a many Fackbook freinds.
On his timeline there were many pictures of females in swimsuites. The fifty something man, had several pictures of himself kissing women ,some cases squeezing their breasts . Needless to say he didn’t get the mid six figure job.
I’m far from perfect, as a divorced male, I have taken scary shirtless pictures and posted silly pictures social media. Before I hit the enter button ,I think of how this picture would effect my children, wonder if I could I explain the picture to friends, or to an HR department. I know once I hit enter my picture no longer belongs to me, it belongs to the Universe and those people who want to cut and paste it.
University of Alabama freshman and Alpha Phi member Harley Barber posted a couple video’s on Instagram. The first video was posted in the restroom of a popular college bar. The second video was shot in the car of friends. This is a edited version of the second video.
Ms Barber, like many on social media thought by creating a fake account only a few people would see it. She and others should read up on the downfall on Anthony Weiner, who on two occasions thought he was sending picture to people who would NEVER share his photos.
A lot of people call her a racist based on her video. I’m not so quick to make that leap. No one has come forward and said they have heard Donald Trump call anyone nigger. Yet we know he is racist. Based on his actions (discrimination) and words. He said a federal Judge couldn’t be partial because he was Mexican. He has disparaged other races and religons and no one(so far has come forward and said they have heard him say Nigger or negative word about another race.
While its been a long time, I remember being 17,18,19. and wanting to fit in. She said “She didn’t care if was Martin Luther King Day, nigger, nigger, nigger.” “I’m in the south now bitch, so everyone can fuck off.” What I hear is a lot of posturing.
From what I’ve read, she trouble! She was kicked out of Catholic School. Her mother told the press ,she forced her daughter to move out last year because she is disrespectful. “ I made her move out in mid December 2016 due to her lack of respect for everyone and everything.”
So there she is in a new setting, finding her way. In Marlton, New Jersey she may have had a bad bitch following. However in Tuscaloosa, Alabama she was just some freshman from somewhere New Jersey. On Monday, she showed her new friends (via Instagram) in Alabama she was a badass! She could say nigger like them!
(Many people from the north and on the coast’s assume the south has racism on lock- I find they are just real about it. On the coast’s one never knows)
That little itty bitty video, that she thought would be seen by her group of friends was leaked. Perhaps by someone who was offended by her words. A person who has a black nephew, or cousin or close friend.
The world has changed in the last 50 years. The color lines are blurred. That old white guy in the Black Lives Matter march has a black grandson who he concerned about.
Because of my dark skin, people assume that all my family members look like me. My family is black, white, Latin, and Asian. My children are bi-racial. A racist of any hue may find me cold and unresponsive to their hatred and generalizations.
My former wife worked for an office where the majority of her colleagues used racist terms including nigger She is less vocal than I. However in her own quiet way she was more effective. She took various pictures of me and the children and selected picture of her extended black family and placed them on her desk. The racial slurrs ended in the office.
The University of Alabama expelled her. The Alpha Phi’s dropped her like a hot glass. I dobut few of her sorority sisters are reaching out to her because she is tainted. While she lives in an upper income community in New Jersey. New Jersey isn’t Montana, over 30% of the state populations is people of color. Ms Barber rant has tainted relationships. Family friendships with people of color. People they know are questioning the parents racism. Are they?
At nineteen she doesn’t fully get it. She doesn’t understand why there is such a BIG deal. In her mind, all African Americans call each other nigga. Many of her white freinds call each other nigga. That’s the way people speak! But in the next few months/years she will feel the full effect of her words.
Should she apply to another unversity and that institution googles her name. When she applies for a job and where there are African American she will wonder if they have seen the video. If she applys for any significant job, and they do a background check. She will be the girl who said fuck niggers.
She has closed down her social media.and deleted the videos and yet video lives on.
Not sure how this video/recording was attained. Harley is having a converstation with someone (who could have recorded this) and sharing her story …its very interesting.
There are more than 250 copies or her video’s with more than 20 million views. This is superstar terrority.
Once more in small type
“Say it; forget it. Post it regret it.”
Tell a friend
The Question is will go global before it goes National ? Will the be an outlet in Dubai before Detroit ? In the the last few years In and Out with its cult following has opened up Pop up Shops in London and a few other international cities with very favoralble results. In Australia, In and Out has opened shops in Sydney, Melborne and Perth.
In and Out Following? In you live in Sacramento or any other city in Cali In and Out is common ,like “Jack in the Box” A few years ago I picked up a freind at SFO who was visiting from Europe. The first thing he said was take me to an “In and Out”. I didn’t know where the nearest one was from the airport and before we left , he found one on his cell. 15 minutes later we were in line at a resturant. No drive through for him. He wanted the sit down experience!
Whats a Pop up Shop?
A “pop–up shop” is a short-term, temporary retail event that is “here today, gone tomorrow”. Pop–up retail is the temporary use of physical space to create a long term, lasting impression with potential customers.
Sorry Baby Boomers, these shops aren’t aimed at you. Unless your an over achiver. There is no adverstising,no radio spots. POOF! Its on your cell via social media, like this madness in London. Watch!
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