The cast of the second season of Real Housewives of Atlanta.
I must start off with my favorite show Real Housewives of Atlanta.. the show primered in its 2nd season on Bravo and what a DEBUT it was. I mean NeNe showed us her new home with her own personal bestie queer guy Dwight, newcomer Kandi former lead singer of Xscape introduced us to her daughter and fiance whom is already a father of 6 (WOw!!! yes 6), Kim wasted no time in starting a new venture in wanting to design a wigline..it will be interesting to see if she actually FINISHES something for a change( because we all know she never finishes what she starts ie Country Music Album.. not smoking), Lisa the peace maker of the group or is she really showed us how cute EJ is and smart, and THE ICING ON THE CAKE THIS EPISODE..YES SHEREE! Sheree moved into her new smaller home after with no warning finding out her home was under foreclosure. After making her big break she decided she wanted to have an Independence party to celebrate her divorce. Well this is when all HELL broke lose when the party planner was not making Sheree a happy camper.. Take a close look here..
HILARIOUS.. WHO GO CHECK ME BOO?
WELL THIS WEEK JOE JACKSO DID YET ANOTHER INTERVIEW.. During the interview he spilled the beans o Omer Bhatti who was rumored to be Michael Jackson's secret son.. Also i must add this was the first interview where Joe Jackson actually showed some emotion about his son...
HERE IS THE FULL INTERVIEW
Here is a poem Maya Angelou wrote about Michael Jackson let me know your thoughts
Go and hug your “Michael” by Maya Angelou…
Yesterday I cried watching the Michael Jackson memorial. I cried for a
little
black boy who felt the world didn't understand him. I cried for a little
black
boy who spent his adulthood chasing his childhood. And I thought about all
the
young black boys out there who may too feel that the world doesn't
understand
them. The ones who feel that the world does not understand their baggy
jeans,
their swagger, their music, their anger, their struggles, their fears or
the
chip on their shoulder. I worry that my son, may too, one day will feel
lonely
in a wide, wide world.
I cried for the young children of all colors who may live their life
feeling
like a misfit, feeling like no one understands their perspective, or their
soul.
What a burden to carry.
As a mother, I cried for Katherine Jackson because no mother should ever
bury a
child. Period. And I think about all the pain, tears and sleepless nights
that
she must have endured seeing her baby boy in inner pain, seeing him
struggle
with his self-esteem, and his insecurities and to know he often felt
unloved
even while the world loved him deeply. How does it feel to think that the
unconditional love we give as mothers just isn't enough to make our
children
feel whole? I wonder if she still suffers thinking, "what more could I
have
done?" Even moms of music legends aren't immune to mommy guilt, I
suppose.
When Rev. Al Sharpton ("who always delivers one" awesome "funeral speech")
said
to Michael's children, "Your daddy was not strange...It was strange what
your
Daddy had to deal with," I thought of all the "strange" things of the world
that
my children will have to deal with. Better yet, the things I hope they
won't
ever have to deal with anymore.
And as a mother raising a young black boy, I feel recommitted and yet a
little
confused as to how to make sure my son is sure enough within himself to
take on
the world. Especially a "strange" one. To love himself enough to know that
even
when the world doesn't understand you, tries to force you into its mold or
treats you unkindly, you are still beautiful, strong and Black. How do I do
that?
Today, I am taking back "childhood" as an inalienable right for every brown
little one. In a world, that makes children into booty-shaking, mini-adults
long
before their time, I'm reclaiming the playful, innocent,
run-around-outside,
childhood as the key ingredient in raising confident adults. Second, I will
not
rest until my little black boy, MY Michael, knows that his broad nose is
beautiful, his chocolately brown skin is beautiful, and his thick hair is
beautiful.
And nothing or no one can ever take that away from him.
"Now aint we bad? And ain't we black? And ain't we fine? ---Maya Angelou
A BOMB SCARE FOR OPRAH!
According to E! Online at
At approximately 6:20 a.m. local time, a security guard at Harpo Productions Inc. in Chicago found a dark-colored backpack resting in a flowerbed just outside the studio. Ominous wires were said to be hanging from the bag.
Although the Bomb & Arson unit was called in, police told the paper that the studio was not evacuated. Nothing exploded, no one was hurt, and authorities are still investigating the contents of the package.
OBAMA TRIES TO BRING PEACE
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