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It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-4516708402435315519</id><published>2009-07-15T22:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:20:27.216-04:00</updated><title type="text">Summertime Crack</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/crack.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/crack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of those folks who have been in hibernation since Jimmy Carter went back to his peanut farm in 1981, you may not be aware of what crack is. Before reading this entry, feel free to sign up for Netflix and add New Jack City, Deep Cover &amp;amp; Training Day to your queue. Erol's Video is no longer around and we have these cool digital discs called DVD's now. Check your local electronics store to get a DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my people who know the deal, I will proceed. When you hear the word crack, a few things may come to mind. Let me give a few quick examples. Someone who need not have on something that reveals their partition split along the backside. Could be the plumber working in your house with the tool belt and loose jeans or maybe your neighbor mowing their lawn at 7am on Saturday morning in their cheap sweats. Quite possibly it might be a woman on your job with the muffin top squeezing into something that doesn't quite fit her. Makes the 'butt on your back' reference truly come to life... in a bad horrific way. If you're at the beach or nightclub you may see something that catch your eye in a good way. I'll move on from that though. Feel free to use your imagination. In lieu of portraying people, I'll allow this apple to serve as my exhibit in this case. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/apple.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/apple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might reflect back onto your days of drinking alcohol in the late 80's or early 90's and something called Cisco. That stuff was so potent that it was considered to be liquid crack. Many folks woke up kissing the porcelain with their heads buried in the commode after a night of Cisco indulgence. It's not like the stuff was any good, but the lure of it was the cost. You didn't have to spend more than $5 to get twisted... and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/cisco.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/cisco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may hear the voice of Whitney Houston from an interview with Diane Sawyer in 2002 reminding you that "Crack is wack".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytJpZguSy2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytJpZguSy2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="wisrpzhdbvqkjrpitpxq" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytJpZguSy2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="wisrpzhdbvqkjrpitpxq" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytJpZguSy2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="wisrpzhdbvqkjrpitpxq" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytJpZguSy2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="getbnbbtwpnzdxthmfae" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytJpZguSy2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="getbnbbtwpnzdxthmfae" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytJpZguSy2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of Chappelle's Show, you'll recall a brotha by the name of Tyrone Biggums. That dude is a true crackhead. You may have bought a steaming hot TV or laptop off a cat like this around the way for like $50 or maybe a 6 pack of tube socks for 35 cents. Well, not you personally cuz we're all Christians and don't buy known stolen goods from drug addicts right? Anyway, this is a guy who said "Y'all act like crack is so bad". Here's a brief clip of him in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/biggums.gif" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/biggums.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about summertime crack, I'm not talking about rock cocaine or drugs. I'm sure most of y'all get that point. I'm basically talking about things that your addicted to. But it's not a normal addiction. It's one where you become a fiend for whatever that particular 'crack' is. I'm talkin' bout that Pookie from New Jack City feenin'. Y'all know how bad my man Pookie was. I mean, just look at him. Crack was calling him by his full government name. In his own words "I tried to kick... but it be callin' me, man... I just got to go to it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/pookie.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/pookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot weather always brings forth something that we tend to crave with regularity. Generally for me it's a food or drink that I tend to gouge during the humid days. But it's not entirely limited to the consumption of calories alone. For you it might be a certain activity or event, maybe a TV series that's on between Memorial Day &amp;amp; Labor Day. Anyway, I've got a handful, but will limit my list to the 3 most prominent. These are things that I will not do without. I gotta have them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Rainier Cherries -&lt;/span&gt; These things are so sweet, gotta love them. They're expensive, but I've been catching them on sale this summer at a number of grocery store. I eat these things every single day. I drive with a plastic baggie full of them sitting in the center console. Just follow the trail of stems and seeds in the road and you're destined to discover where I am. I also eat them at my desk in the office. That's one of my favorite snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/cherries2.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/cherries2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Simply Raspberry Lemonade - &lt;/span&gt;Liquid non-alcoholic crack!!!! I was already a fiend for the regular Simply Lemonade, but when this hit the shelves in the Spring, I was all over it. I stay on the 2/$4 specials at Giant or Safeway. I must have this in the house at all times. A brotha loves lemonade. The Santa Cruz Organic Mango Lemonade is slammin too!!!! If you're not up on these lemonades, my condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/lemonades.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/lemonades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Häagen-Dazs Sorbet -&lt;/span&gt; I started off one week just buying one peach and one strawberry. They were so good that I decided to get some more. Problem was that I couldn't decide which one or two or three to buy. So I just bought all the flavors that I wanted. It's nice to have a deep freezer. Now I can just stack the frozen desserts of choice. If you wanna get real jazzy, pour some ginger ale in a cup and toss 2 scoops of sorbet in it. That's some goodness right there playa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/sorbet.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/crack/sorbet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step in therapy is admitting to the addiction. I've done that and definitely feel better about getting that off my chest. The mic is now yours. Feel free to talk about whatever your summertime crack is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9346098-4516708402435315519?l=www.chocolatecityweb.com%2Fmylife.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/07/summertime-crack.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-8229287233431891171</id><published>2009-07-13T07:23:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:32:58.649-04:00</updated><title type="text">Only My Folks...</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/wed.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/wed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 37th birthday this past Saturday. As with most birthdays and Christmas holidays, I tend to open cards and gifts later on in the afternoon or evening. I don't know why I do it, it's just a habit. I had a birthday card from the wife, a card from grandma in NY and a card from my Dad who lives in North Carolina. The cards that came from NY &amp;amp; NC via the mail had been sitting for a few days prior to my birthday. Well, I totally forgot to open my cards on Saturday as we weren't in the house too much until late evening. Sunday rolls around and we went to church as we do each Sunday. We arrived back home and I threw on some appropriate gear to check out a kickball game out Walker Mill Park. Came back home and decided to lounge for a minute. I still hadn't opened the birthday cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma and her husband come by the house later in the afternoon. I gave them a quick tour of the nursery area, offered them some Simply Raspberry Lemonade and we all sat down in the family room. As we're sitting down on the couch, Ma comes over and hands me a card. At this point my wife reminded me that I hadn't even opened the ones that had been sitting. So she brought all of them over to me. Since Ma had just given me hers and was sitting right there, I opened that one first. It read as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Son, there are so many things I want for you – so many wishes in my heart as I watch you grow into your own life... I wish you a world of adventure and experience ~ and also the serenity that comes from listening to your inner voice as the world rushes around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the strength to face challenges with confidence – along with the wisdom to choose your battles carefully... I wish you the satisfaction of seeing your goals achieved and also the true contentment that is born of simple things ~ work well done, friends well-loved, moments caught and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my greatest wish is that you will always remember how much you are loved – for you are a good and caring person... a man I am proud to have for a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a pretty nice card. I placed the Panera Bread gift card and cash on the end table next to the couch and read it once again. Once I completed reading, I thanked Ma for the card and them jointly for the gifts enclosed. I then went to the next card in the stack which was from my wife. She gave me a cool card that had a pretty funny message. I'll leave it at that. :) Next in the stack was the card from Pops. I removed it from the envelope and began to read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Son, there are so many things I want for you – so many wishes in my heart as I watch you grow into your own life... I wish you a world of adventure and experience.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Awwwwww maaaaaaaaaan!!!" I hollered. All three of them looked over towards me to see why I was laughing hysterically and shaking my head. At this point I held up both birthday cards. The cards given to me from both Mom &amp;amp; Dad were exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards1.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards2.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now folks, you have to understand that Pop lives in Carolina and has been there since '84. My Mom has been in the MD-DC area my entire life. Aside from significant events that surround me, I'm pretty sure that they don't communicate directly. I immediately reflected back to my graduation from Howard when my folks have another one of those "Awwwwwwwww maaaaaaaaaaaaaan are you serious?" moments. Once I received my degree and stepped from the stage, I was greeted by my Dad. He had just flown in from National Airport, was fresh out of the taxi cab and still had his suitcase in hand. He was wearing a red golf shirt and black slacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes,  I went through my graduation video last night &amp;amp; took the still images... lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red3.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I maneuvered through the crowd, I saw Ma. She had on a black blouse, red jacket and black pants. When she saw what my Dad had on her jaw dropped. I busted out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red2.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on this. There's no way in the world that either one of them would've coordinated with the other in a fashion sense. We all still shake our heads til this day on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red1.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red4.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/red4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing with the birthday cards, took me back to fun memories I had as a kid. Although my parents divorced when I was very young, I still recall moments where they did things similar. As an adult, I look in the mirror at times and remind myself how I am like them in various ways. I guess these funny situations only add to the mystique of the similarities that our parents have and things we acquire from them as life moves forward. It's great to have 'shake your head' moments that you can reflect and laugh about as you get older. Ma says she went through a handful of cards before she picked that one. When I called Dad and told him what happened, he couldn't believe it. He swears up and down that he spent forever in the CVS until he found the card that was perfect. What can I say? Being the common denominator means something I guess. If nothing else, I know that my parents both love me and are proud of my accomplishments. Trust that I love them and appreciate all their love and support over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards4.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards5.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/folks/cards5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't be the only one who has funny stories of parents who did in a similar fashion... by accident. If you got any, feel free to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9346098-8229287233431891171?l=www.chocolatecityweb.com%2Fmylife.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/07/only-my-folks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-5564867779929684527</id><published>2009-07-10T11:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:47:03.739-04:00</updated><title type="text">"Next time you write about Steve McNair, drop your stone"</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"...Next time you write about Steve McNair, drop your stone. Next time you text somebody, drop your stone. The next time you Twitter, drop your stone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bishop Joseph Walker III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/mac.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/July2009/mac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at this point we're all aware of the circumstances surrounding the death for former NFL QB Steve McNair. I don't think I need to expand upon that any further. I decided to watch his memorial service on my laptop last night. While watching the it, the words from his pastor &lt;a href="http://www.mtzionnashville.org/2009/bishop" target="_blank"&gt;Bishop Joseph W Walker of Mount Zion Baptist Church of Nashville&lt;/a&gt; really hit home in so many ways. If you're familiar with the story in the New Testament of the Bible, religious leaders brought an adulterous woman to Jesus and suggested to him that she be stoned. The story can be found in the 8th chapter of John. Read the 7th verse of that chapter where Jesus responded to them "He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone". That aint nothing but the truth folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda reflected for a moment on my life. None of us are perfect and we've all made mistakes. Sadly the ones made by Steve McNair ended with tragic consequences. God forbid any of us have our lives put on display and salacious activities we've promise to take to our graves are revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Steve. I had never met him, but he always seemed to be smiling when shown on TV. From the testimony of friends at the memorial service last night, he was a good brotha. He did a lot to help folks from contributing time and money to the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Club to assisting Hurricane Katrina victims. It is very apparent that he touched many lives in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I saw on the football field, that brotha was a warrior. I still recall a Tennessee Oilers vs Baltimore Ravens game I went to in '98. McNair ran for a 40 yd touchdown in that game. He had many TD's runs like that exact one throughout his entire career. It was something to see live from the 20 yd line. Back in the days when I used to wear jerseys a lot, I copped a Titans #9. Best believe I rocked it. No one can deny the man's contributions to the game of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd share the web stream I had saved from my computer from the memorial service and uploaded Pastor Walker's eulogy in its entirety. I had to break it up in 4 parts to adhere to YouTube standards of 10 min or less. Anyway, here it is. Listen to the words that were spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OqsiLwaOqw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OqsiLwaOqw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBfebgDYmd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBfebgDYmd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4r5RGjyaFYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4r5RGjyaFYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnHfDoesUjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnHfDoesUjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circumstances of what led to the death of Steve McNair aren't good... but God is still good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Proverbs 3:5,6 &amp;amp; then holla at me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. 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Then again, how does one retire from blogging? I mean, it's not a job or something I've done for a long time for income. The thing is, I still have the passion to write. I remember writing in my first journal in the 3rd grade and have been writing ever since. However, the time and energy devoted to posting regularly doesn't allow me to really write online as much as I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my first weblog on Thu Mar 11, 2004. It wasn't on Blogger or my own website. It was on a messageboard forum that had a thread for those who wished to blog. If you're one of those SOHH or EBL folks, you've seen a lot of growth in a brotha that has changed in so many ways over the years. I talked about a lot of crazy stuff back then. To be honest, my life was kinda unstable at that time in so many ways. I look back on those entries and reflect on how far I've come in just a shade of 5 years. Writing is therapeutic. I love it. As a kid it helped me deal with issues and drama in my life. In a way it helped me express my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When discussing my desire to stop writing online, I was met with more folks against it than I could believe. I mean, do folks really read stuff I write? I was kinda surprised. Then again, I recall some very personal entries that I shared with the world that touched people. The one that stands out the most is the reflections of my best friend I penned entitled &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2005/04/tribute-to-true-friend.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tribute To A True Friend&lt;/a&gt; where I discussed his suicide in '95 and the effect it had upon me. That might've been the most difficult one to share. That was a very traumatic event in my life and I never liked to talk about it a lot. However I received hundreds of emails afterwards. Some from folks who also lost close friends and family to suicide. Some emails from those who felt down on their own lives who contemplated suicide and somehow came across my entry which made them re-think taking their own lives. I'm still astonished at the random emails I get til this day where someone will just say "thanks" for sharing your pain about your friend and what you went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other entry that was written is more of a funny one where I discuss having crooked pinky fingers entitled &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2005/08/crooked.html" target="_blank"&gt;Crooked&lt;/a&gt; with the fact that I had no clue that there was even a medical term for it called Clinodactyly.  I swear I've gotten at least an email a week from someone who probably happened to Google the phrases 'crooked fingers', 'crooked pinky' or 'curved pinkies' and came upon my site. It's cool to know there are so many other folks out here who share the same oddity that I do and it kind of makes us the 'crooked' family so to speak. I mean, I get emails from all over the world. Hell, there's even a Facebook group for folks with crooked fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So through the encouragement from family, friends &amp;amp; random emails from folks who were touched in some way by words that were penned, I've decided to continue. I'll do my best to at least give an update a week, but no promises. A brotha is extremely busy these days. But since I've been absent for quite a while, I do have some exciting news to share and opinions to express about what's been going on in the world these days. I suppose I can't ride into the sunset without tipping my hat with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9346098-9089718400634916552?l=www.chocolatecityweb.com%2Fmylife.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/07/lets-keep-party-going.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-1652903087114649235</id><published>2009-06-02T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:23:08.443-04:00</updated><title type="text">Dream Fulfilled</title><content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in December we started on &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2008/12/road-to-peace-and-tranquility.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Road to Peace and Tranquility&lt;/a&gt;. I'm happy to report that we've come to the end of that road. But that's not a bad thing. That only signifies that we've arrived at our destination. Life begins anew in more relaxing, less stressful surroundings. I could go into details of issues and annoyances with neighbors at the previous residence, but it's not important anymore. We're home now. It's so quiet, I can hear the birds chirping. I'm talking first thing in the morning when I wake-up, middle of the day and evening when the sun begins to set. It's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time contract papers were signed to begin the construction, best believe I checked up on the building progress every step of the way. I'm talking about making sure I stopped by at least once every two weeks during the initial stages of construction in Jan-Feb, pretty much every week in March and up to 3 times a week from April - May. If you ever decide to build, it's essential to make sure that things are done right, trust me. I spent a lot of time going over the property and structure when the project managers and workers were not around. However you choose to go about it is your business. That's just how I handled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least a thousand pics from beginning to end, so everything is well documented. Of course I wouldn't dare post all those online, but there's about 30 or so that I'll share. It was kinda fun to really capture the moments. Here's some of the pics of the process from beginning to the closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/001.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/002.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/003.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/004.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/005.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/006.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/007.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I've worked in the audio-visual field for quite some time, I did some of the structured wiring myself. I don't advise this unless you know what you're doing. I just couldn't see myself spending $10,000 for Cat5, RG6 &amp;amp; speaker cables, so I snuck in and did a few hours of work for less than $500 in supplies and my own labor. It wasn't easy, trust that. But I did it solo and saved some cash no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/008.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/009.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/010.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/011.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blessings from up above, I made sure to mark up the house with my favorite Bible verse, Proverbs 3:5,6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.&lt;/span&gt; My grandfather taught me that verse when I was in my early teens when I was dealing with some issues in my life. I never forgot that text from that time period. Trust that I believe every single word of it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/012.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when the walls were open, I went in with a red Sharpie and wrote on the wood frames in the house. Of course all the walls are up now, but I know exactly where all my hidden spaces are. Gotta have some blessings for the rooms when the kids are born ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/013.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/014.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/015.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that I'm trying to make sure that my children don't have to go through what I did. I've moved 22 times in my life. Yeah, I said twenty two. It's been hard. I don't remember staying at one place for more than 6 years. It made life difficult in trying to adapt to new surroundings only to be uprooted constantly. A good number of those moves occurred during my adolescent years, but I've also jumped around a lot as an adult in just the past 10 yrs alone. Moving takes a lot out of you. But in relocating so much, I learned very valuable lessons moving forward for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed to set a foundation in a place where my children can grow and not have worries about where they're going to be one minute to the next. A place where they can have a sense of community, have friends to play with and be set in one school during those elementary years. My happiness lies in knowing that I've struggled, but all that has produced something that I've dreamed of to create a family environment. It didn't come without hard work and won't be maintained without hard work. But I've never been one to take the easy way out of anything. Put that with other blessings that God has provided, along with a beautiful wife and that's enough for me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/016.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/017.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/018.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/019.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/020.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/021.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/022.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/023.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/024.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/025.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/026.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/027.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/028.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/June2009/DreamFulfilled/028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, this has been a journey for me and for my family. I only know a few of y'all personally, but in some ways we're a different kinda family... a dysfunctional one at that (just kidding). I hope y'all don't mind me sharing. Trust that it's not to be arrogant or boastful. I'm not rich by far, just blessed... which means more than money. I'm still the lil' kid that dreamed of one day having his own. It's not a 30,000 sq ft mansion or a joint that'll be on MTV Cribs. But after years of struggling and working, I feel a sense of pride to have my own home. God has really blessed us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9346098-1652903087114649235?l=www.chocolatecityweb.com%2Fmylife.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/06/dream-fulfilled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-8238310329664632605</id><published>2009-04-27T07:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:05:28.288-04:00</updated><title type="text">White House Easter Egg Roll</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse009.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told y'all a few weeks back that &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/03/were-going-to-white-house.html" target="_blank"&gt;I was taking my nieces to the White House&lt;/a&gt; for the Easter Egg Roll. Well... here's the recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early, early and headed over to my sister's where the girls were ready to go. This pic of them sitting on the couch was taken at 6:10am. So yeah, they had to have been up with me at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse001.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made the 45 minute drive to downtown DC. Found a parking garage and were on the White House grounds by 7:15am. It was cold out that joint. As you can see, we're bundled up like it was still mid winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse002.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse003.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse004.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse005.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it through Secret Service past the gates around 8:20am and went straight to the Easter Egg Roll line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse006.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I recall, some point in the day my oldest niece said "I want to be Vice-President!!!".  Her look in this photo definitely says that. She looks so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse007.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a quick pic with all of us. The girls, my sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse008.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me who was performing. I just know that the girls had an enjoyable time dancing and jumping around for the next 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse010.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse011.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse012.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran to this character. I have no clue who this is. He wasn't around when I was watching morning cartoons... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse013.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse014.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse015.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse016.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the stage where Fergie was performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse017.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse018.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the craft area where they got to work some magic with their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse019.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic in front of the official sign on the White House grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse020.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another character that I don't know. But trust that they ran to her also. Looks like a sistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse021.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse022.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' out after a morning of fun. President Barack Obama and family came out shortly after we departed. We still had a great time even though we didn't get to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse023.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had we got back to the car and they.... well you can see... they crashed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse024.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse025.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse026.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake them up so they could fill them stomachs. A good uncle doesn't just give them granola bars, a banana and a juice box and then take them back home. It was still breakfast time, so we got full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse027.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse028.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse029.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse030.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse031.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse032.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse033.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souvenir egg from the White House that each of us got in our gift bags that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse034.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/April2009/Easter/whitehouse034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the quick captions and pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. 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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/04/white-house-easter-egg-roll.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-3363709186831938003</id><published>2009-04-15T05:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:20:45.429-04:00</updated><title type="text">Didn't I tell ya that DC stood for Dallas Cowboys???!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31ukmrtCFyL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31ukmrtCFyL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole knucklehead Redskins fan got his jaw jacked yesterday and rightfully so. Now, I'm not an advocate of violence, but in this case the dude deserved to get his butt whooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/04/14/AR2009041403666.html?sub=AR" target="_blank"&gt;Pedestrian Removes Cowboys Car Flag, Gets Clocked by Motorist - washingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Man Removes Car Flag, Gets Clocked by Motorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Martin Weil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Washington Post Staff Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday, April 15, 2009; B04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man who grabbed a Dallas Cowboys flag from a car in downtown Washington was punched in the face yesterday, startling passersby in an area that is home to lawyers, lobbyists and expensive shops and restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It occurred about 6 p.m. in the 1700 block of L Street NW, at a site just west of Connecticut Avenue, where few expect fisticuffs. Commuters were hurrying toward the Farragut North Metro station, and the car was stopped in traffic, police and witnesses said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's crazy," said D.C. police Lt. Eric Hayes of the 2nd District. "It doesn't make sense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, he said, someone snatched the flag from a car, apparently threw it down, and crossed the street. "By the time he got across, someone exited the car" and struck him in the face, Hayes said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It might have been motivated by team loyalty, he said. Or the motorist might have been particular about who touched his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One witness said she saw a "big tall man walk up to this guy and hit him across the head." Then, she said, the tall man "got back in his car and drove off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She said that the motorist "just hit the man and walked off" and that he picked up an object from the ground, which might have been the flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The man who was hit fell and struck his head on the sidewalk, she said. Ringed by the concerned and the curious, the man lay facedown on the pavement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He was out cold for a good five minutes or so," the witness said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police said a man was taken from the scene for treatment of a bruised forehead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, Chris Tucker has something he'd like to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzfY-aXGcBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzfY-aXGcBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm talkin' bout. Dude got slumped!!! This story made my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9346098-3363709186831938003?l=www.chocolatecityweb.com%2Fmylife.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/03/monster-hdmi-cables-vs-el-cheapo-hdmi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-1278863845278187072</id><published>2009-03-26T22:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:22:04.763-04:00</updated><title type="text">We're Going To The White House!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/me.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kickin' it with Ronald McDonald at the White House Easter Egg Roll in '81. Pops got me all messed up with the brown cords and the tight maroon jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... that's right. Uncle G. Mo is taking the nieces to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave for the annual White House Easter Egg Roll. If you recall, that is the residence of President Barack Obama and family. I haven't told the girls yet, but best believe that they'll be excited when I inform them. Now most folks are aware that I've got hook-ups from here to Timbuktu, but when it came to copping these tickets, bruh man had to do work. I sat in my office logged onto the White House website for hours. Every 5 minutes or so I'd hit F5 on the 3 different browsers I had open. For the first 3 hrs of trying I got nothing but the "Thank you for your patience" message screen. Around 2:15pm, I had 6 tickets selected once and then got booted. About 10 minutes later I was able to get back on and it went through for the 6 tickets that time. Presto!!! I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands started shaking like I had arthritis as I tried to type the pertinent info into the blanks. The excitement of actually getting through the system was what shocked me. I mean, I always believe that I'm going to get whatever I want. But sometimes I end up on the short end of the stick. This time, I got lucky. Seriously, I can't even say it was anything more than that. I didn't get a chance to take the girls to the Inauguration and I was kinda sad about that. So I really wanted to find a way to get them to the White House. This coup today, sealed the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/receipt.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/receipt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*picks up mic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test... 1...2.. See it kinda goes like this. I already knew I was gonna get em before I did. I spoke it into existence. I told myself "Self... we gone get these tickets for the girls to see President Obama at the White House". I said it this morning while eating my cereal. I said it in the car in traffic on 29. I said it when I sat down in the office. It was destiny. You gotta believe... Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drops mic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/easterbook.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/easterbook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the early 80's when Ronald Reagan was President, my dad used to take me to the White House. I remember those days like they happened yesterday. I didn't care about Democrats and Republicans back then. I just had fun on the lawn with the rest of the kids, the cartoon characters and playing games. That is one experience that I want my own child to have one day as well. But for now, I've got 3 little girls who call me uncle who will be happy to go. Hopefully they'll get souvenirs like I did back in those days. I still have my wooden eggs from '81 &amp;amp; '82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/eggs-1982.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/March2009/eggs-1982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to think I actually kept them that long. As much as I've talked to them about President Obama and the interest that they've shown in him being President, it will be historical for not just them... but me too. Hell, I might be just as excited as they'll be when I tell em. Best believe that I'll be taking plenty of pics of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. 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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2009/03/i-beat-to-my-own-beat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-7796275181214571766</id><published>2009-02-19T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:16:45.984-05:00</updated><title type="text">15 Albums That Changed My Life</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Nov2006/sing/record.gif" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Nov2006/sing/record.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homie on Facebook hit me with this one, so I figured I'd go ahead and complete the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of 15 albums, CDs, LPs (if you're over 35) that had such a profound effect on you, that they changed your life or the way you looked at it. They sucked you in and took you over for days, weeks, months, years. These are the albums that you can use to identify time, places, people, emotions. Dig into your soul. Music that brought you to life when you heard it.  "Best of" collections are excluded because that would be too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's hard as hard to limit this list to 15. But here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Original Motion Picture Soundtrack - Car Wash&lt;/span&gt;... Mom and I would sing this song and alternate the parts "Hey, get your car washed today"... "Fill up and you don't have to pay"... "Come on and give us a play"..."Do the wash, right away"... and then both sing "Car wash... talkin' bout the car wash" together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Whitney Houston - Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;... I had a crazy crush crush on Whitney Houston and loved the song "Saving All My Love For You". Next thing ya know she was on Silver Spoons singing it to Dexter. I was mad as hell when they censored  "making love the whole night through" and changed it to "holding each other the whole night through" - for the show. You Give Good Love was another song I played relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Thriller - Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;... this was my bike riding music... I would get on my Huffy dirt bike and ride with my Walkman down Rhode Island Ave from Peace Cross in Bladensburg to New York Avenue and back... I'd occasionally stop riding and rewind P.Y.T and Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' to the beginning cuz I used to get amped off of those joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. It Takes a Nation of Millions To Hold Us Back - Public Enemy&lt;/span&gt;... From Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos to Don't Believe The Hype to Night of the Living Baseheads, I ran around quoting and hollering like Flavor Flav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. New Edition - New Edition&lt;/span&gt;... I was stingy as hell with this tape... I never let anyone borrow it... I took this tape to camp with me in the Blue Ridge Mountains and listening to I knew every word to Mr. Telephone Man, Cool It Now, My Secret, Kinda Girls We Like and Lost In Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Destiny - Jackson 5&lt;/span&gt;... Just imagine me singing "Don't blame it on sunshine, Don't blame it on moonlight, Don't blame it on good times, Blame it on the boogie", while in my bedroom pretending to be Dr. J as I dunked my Nerf basketball over on the basket hanging over the door. My other favorite song on that album was Shake Your Body. I'd be hollering "Let's dance, Let's shout, Shake you body down to the ground" while emulating Tony Dorsett running into the end zone for the Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. That's the Way of the World - Earth, Wind &amp;amp; Fire&lt;/span&gt;... There were a lot of great songs on this album, but that's not why I remember it. I reflect on it cuz when Ma played this one song, it used to scare me. I thought it was a woman crying. Wanna know what that song was??? It was Reasons. I'm sorry, but you couldn't have told me back then that Philip Bailey wasn't a woman singing a sad song. I used to go back in my room and turn the TV up loud so I wouldn't have to hear that song. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Long Live The Kane - Big Daddy Kane&lt;/span&gt;... I had a Betamax in my bedroom and recorded the "Aint No Half Steppin" video off BET if I recall and played it nonstop... plus I bought the LP from Waxie Maxie's... in fact, that LP is still in my basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Take Two - The Brothers of Washington D.C&lt;/span&gt;.... I'm sure you're looking like "Who the (blank) are they???... this was an all men's gospel group that my father was a part of in the late 70's, early 80's. I spent many, many years going to Friday night rehearsals and subsequent concerts at various churches across the country. They had 3 albums before my dad left the group, but on this second album I recall being around a great deal during the preparation. On this one they sang Lift Every Voice And Sing, Let Us Break Bread Together, Swing Down Sweet Chariot, This Little Light Of Mine, The Lord's Prayer and a rack of other classics. It's out of print, but lucked up and found the LP in a used record store recently for $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Let's Do It Again Soundtrack - The Staple Singers&lt;/span&gt;... Loved the title song and played this album to death... you hear me!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. I've Got Love - Melba Moore&lt;/span&gt;... Just the recollection of mom singing songs from this album while cleaning the house on Sunday mornings, makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  Straight Outta Compton - NWA&lt;/span&gt;... I hated the police and this album didn't exactly make me fond of law enforcement... but best believe that I could've gotten on stage and performed every song word for word and not missed a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Family Reunion - The O’Jays&lt;/span&gt;... I remember running around the house as a kid singing "I Love Music"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Inseparable - Natalie Cole&lt;/span&gt;... My mom played this album and sang it so much that I thought Natalie Cole was a friend of hers. I know what the album jacket looks like from front to back cuz when I tried to use it as a dust pan, I almost got killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Original Musiquarium I  - Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;... So many classic songs on this album. This is technically a compilation album, but the songs I like the most were new tracks "Do I Do", "Ribbon in the Sky" and "That Girl". My cousin used to play this tape so much in her Camaro in '82 that I became addicted to Stevie's music. I know there are a ton of Stevie albums that trump this one, but this one is where I first really became a fan of his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I finally finished. A great deal of inspiration comes from my parents who both sang a lot back then. They provided me my own record player and from there I just fell in love with a lot of tunes I still love today. That's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9346098-7796275181214571766?l=www.chocolatecityweb.com%2Fmylife.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07595400933726758296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13830092029893856138" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/2008/12/building-gingerbread-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9346098.post-7073053580089766632</id><published>2008-12-21T02:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:24:48.843-04:00</updated><title type="text">The Road to Peace and Tranquility</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/4.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather quiet on here as of late and the truth of the matter is that I've been extremely busy. I mean busy to the point where I tend to not even want to write. That's unlike me for real. But between therapy on my knee 3 days a week at 7am each morning for 2 hrs each session, working crazy hours the last part of November through the past week and just tending to family issues, a brotha has been drained. But through it all, everything is good. I have no complaints about life as things are currently. In fact, God continues to bless me and my wife in so many ways. No matter how good or bad times have been, I have to say that God is indeed good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/3.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot at church in working with the youth the past 9 months or so and I really enjoy it. Most of the kids are between the ages of 12-17. I've never considered myself a leader, I just love to talk. Yet I feel inspired to just talk openly to the kids about life and things from a Biblical perspective as it relates to life. In the process, I've nurtured myself in so many ways and been reading the Bible a lot more. It's very therapeutic. We've all made mistakes and Lord knows I've made my share of bad ones not just in my teenage years, but in my adult life as well. I feel like when I talk about things with the kids that they trust me. I talk about issues that have affected me and just how difficult things were during certain periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/brotha-g.jpg" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/brotha-g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the topics are uncomfortable to talk about, but I feel that these discussions are necessary. These kids are hurting out here. It pains me to see some of the struggles that they're going through and these are just kids that are coming to church. I can't even imagine what's going on with children who don't have any kind of spiritual guidance. So for a few Sunday's a month at 8:30, I'm there running my mouth. I feel like it's my obligation. You never know who you can touch with positive reinforcement and words and I if I impact the life of one youngster out here, it's all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/6.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say that I truly feel so blessed right now. Sometimes I look back on my life and feel like I don't deserve to be here. I'm serious, I start to tear up when I think about it. I've cheated death a few times. I've been in places where I shouldn't have been with folks who got caught up. For some reason I didn't. I've lost a lot of friends from my childhood to violent circumstances. I know a lot of cats who are locked up and will probably be for their natural lives. I've dealt with tragedy of epic proportions from emotional distress to debilitating physical ailments which spurned addiction to painkillers to personal loss of just about everything that I owned. I mean truly starting from the bottom after being almost at the top. Yet I'm still here standing tall... well, all of 5'9"... LOL. But seriously, that's not me, that's God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/5.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blessing has been bestowed upon me and my family and again I'm thankful to God for shining His light down on us. We all dream of a location where we can reside in peace and serenity. A home where we don't have to worry about certain elements that we grew up under. Most folks don't know that I've moved 22 times in my life. 22 times!!!! I'm only 36. You do the math. You aint got to worry anymore why my body feels like I'm 60 with all that moving around. I gotta carry WD40 in my back pocket. But honestly, I prayed in earnest that I would have the financial means to provide stability for my family and in raising children. The Lord has provided for us and we're going to have that home. I'm so excited right now that I can't even sleep. Look at the time of this post. Heck, the Cowboys just lost and I don't even care. I suppose that I'll get a few hours of sleep before getting up to be at church for 8:30. Best believe that we've got a testimony to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/2.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/1.JPG" src="http://www.chocolatecityweb.com/BlogPics/Dec2008/Tranquility2/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9346098-7073053580089766632?l=www.chocolatecityweb.com%2Fmylife.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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