Chew on this neckbone.

I hope that Chris Brown's newly hard-boiled neck tattoo ( of a severely beaten woman), is not his way of paying homage to Rhianna's evolution. She recently sat down with Oprah and showed a lionhearted yet, warm side to her continued love and fondness for the pop star.

Any woman that has been a victim of domestic violence knows all too well that it is operose to forgive the abuser, but to try and convey your reasoning is even heavier.

Chris Brown, is an artist and though it seems like over the past few years his eccentric semblance has become his primary vocation, this learned behavior might be something he is trying to fight in his own way. After all, they say tattoos have a story behind them...A meaning. But, is his out of true remorse or simply for attention? Who can really understand, including him?

Tranquility sPARKs

Today was my eldest daughters last day of Apple Camp. There she wrote a short story (2 minutes in length) and animated the storyline. The camp taught her how to make music on garage band, make a movie (i.e., editing, applying the music, etc), and insert her music into different scenes. She and her fellow camper’s had the pleasure of watching their movie at the Apple Camp Festival. I must say, I was extremely proud of her and the fact that her storyline was applicable to what is going on today. Bullying.

After leaving camp, we sought out to do something else besides return home. Google, helped us find a beautiful park near our downtown theatre district. My 5 year old came up with the coolest earthy idea to sit under shade trees and draw pictures of the dreams we talked about on our way to the park. Needless to say, after we got there and took a few pictures of the beautiful picturesque sculptures that gives life to the park, my son skateboarded a bit, and my little one and I fed a beautiful tree our signatures with a now warped mailbox key, then it was time for us to go. Why? Because my eldest daughter DSI game sat at the bottom of a pool of water, only to be discovered it no longer had life. Saddened by this, she had a chance to realize that it felt like 103 degrees out and was immediately ready to go.

On our way back to the car, my creative minded toddler was determined to draw her picture and commenced to finding a spot on the bird and human excretion ladened steps and drew her picture. As I waited for her to finish her masterpiece, I saw a pair of sultry red shoes that were walked by a pair of aesthetic elongated legs. Atop, the frame of an intrinsic belle with gorg hair and a fierce physiognomy completed the search of defining strength, intellect, and true beauty. If she ever reads this, I hope she sees that I appreciated her generosity in letting me take her picture.

We have arrived home, and as expected the kids are now moping and have learned that being in the sun (a bit of vitamin D is always useful) or losing something of a material nature, can often defeat boredom.

Four legged CROOKS

Is it a plague? I wAs reading outside and listening to the raindrops sing me a little ditty in A lightLESS minor key. The lyrics were catchy, "Peel yourself away from the book before you are obviousness to the gun toting crook." So any who, I got out of my car to find it was engulfed by these nasty little things. I tore to my door. You see, frogs were the crooks who got away with MUCH. My perfect calm.

Precious gifts

Such a beautiful afternoon. I remember when mother would allocate certain days for one on one time. One of us would have her all to ourselves for a couple of hours. Recently, I started this ritual and it has created a brass-bound bond between my children and I. Today was my 9 year olds day. The reason? The youngest is sick and the eldest is UNFORTUNATELY, punished.

So here we are where she so simply chose the park, beautiful weather, drawing and of course her comic digest.

The intelligible-simple as ABC things. A radiant countenance.

PIGS!!!!

I was checking out one of my favorite blogs. A New Yorker who post the most awesomest (my dictionary entry) shops, cool buskers, graffitied buildings, strange people, delectable eateries, and so forth. However, I came across a post that almost made me heave for weeks. If I wasn't already a vegetarian this would have definitely done it for me. This is how the post read:

It was so tasty and every bit was edible, Abi had a little nibble of an ear and I ate half the snout! It was definitely the highlight of the night.

Well, I suppose the highlight of the night should have been the Giants winning, but I missed the majority of the second half as I was eating roast hog. It was a good game though, and the last few seconds were VERY exciting as the New England Patriots came very very close to getting a touch down in the VERY last second, but they didn't catch it.

So it was a great night and a great result, and tomorrow morning there's going to be a ticker tape parade in Lower Manhattan to celebrate our...

I'm getting that unsettled feeling again. And now for the pictures:

Poor little piggy. PETA!!!!!

The movie that turned off my brain.

Me. Tea. Buttery toast (no preserves....ughhh). My PC. Watching tv. All of this is being done as I type on my iPad. My mind is all over the place. I am working on my new short story so all serves a purpose. But what purpose? I ask myself that considering, I have been stuck on the same sentence for more than 45 minutes. Funny thing is, there is a total contradiction between the movie I am watching and the short I am writing. Well actually, the movie is a drama and the story I am writing is the backwash of drama that recently occurred in my drama filled life. Drama. My brain is peppered all over the place. I suppose I know the answer to the riddle.

Strapped (Walk STRAIT or fly over the Coo Coo's Nest)

What if I told your deepest tenebrific secretS to learn you empathy? What is empathy, you say? Empathy is:
Would you speciously contemplate turkey basing your future family?
Is it loving to air someone you say you love, inability to snap out of their lovemaking lethargy?
Do you think that the hand you held when you had a belly fatted with a bottle of death was merely a pipe dream...A figment of your festered imagination?
Can you remember who you called when you were unfairly forced to fight someone outside of your weight class because of your half-truths?
Are you one missed dose from being in the local paper, genealogically speaking?
Do you remember the oppressive hands of the homeless woman whose son liked bubble gum?
Do you remember all of the things you said? One thing you said? Do you remember everything I said to make the voices in your head stop harrowing you?

If so, all the things you tried to do and weren't successful at makes me realize that it's only a matter of time before you climb your own corporate latter. Who will you have then, when the real mask is accidentally left on? They say pictures last forever. I eyed yours and vomited these words. I suppose I didn't truly forgive. However, I promise I am working on it. Maybe, this is my way of doing so because I immediately dehoused the picture. And, I didn't tell you the complete definition of empathy. Until then, I have no problem training you to defeat the infamous DOUBLE FACE.

Side note: It would help if you'd stop being friend thirsty and found yourself.

What if I told your deepest tenebric secretS? What is empathy? Empathy is:
Would you speciously contemplate turkey basing your future family?
Is it loving to air someone you say you love, inability to snap out of their lovemaking lethargy?
Do you think that the hand that you held when you had a belly fatted with

Side 2, unknown...

Those who aren't strong enough to hold the knife that they've written your name on will more than likely employ their best friend, SCARAMOUCH to do the job for them-Ja' Walker

I'm sure we've all been taught at a young age that it is better to forgive and forget. Turn the other cheek. Kill them with kindness. Don't hold grudges. But just how easy is it as imperfect humans to do so? Is it achievable in the least let alone the most?

About two weeks ago, my daughter and I sat down and talked about this subject. Not because it was an issue for her at that time but because it's the biblical thing to do. I told her when someone wrongs her to stay calm and remember that we all have and will offend someone in this lifetime. I also told her that it is much healthier to stay calm and let things go. No sooner than I had this talk with my daughter, I was stabbed in the back ten times over. Someone, that I once took under my arms, looked at as a younger sibling, and tried to protect, found it necessary to maliciously attempt to destroy my relationship with members of my family because I decided not to be that person that they once knew.

In a way, I blame myself for two reasons. One is because, I espied an abundance of this persons fingerprints that would have left the deepest of wounds due to carelessly French kissing with a tattle named, Incertitude. Two, just because someone feeds you spoonfuls of their life may mean that its only intent is to possibly poison those of yours. I've learned that when someone is at the lowest of the low in their life and they turn to you for that one word(s) to save them from their own malevolent hands, trying to appertain or relate, in some way with them, may have seemed to be all that was needed. However, when friendship is duly scavenged by "associate," madness is worse than the most intense cumulus clouds-associateD with severity. Puffiness. Hail (spell check the correct usage). Violent destructive whirling windED half truths. Your love, presence, and embrace should suffice, because if not, you're the one who will be the most confused, hurt, wronged, and left to ride the darkest cumulus cloud of them all-alone.

So what am I saying? Is your parents or my parents spoken words, unachievable? No. However, it just makes you recapture the other life lessons they tried to prepare you for. Watch who you keep company with, and that there is always two sides to a story. Even if you haven't had the pass to tell yours.

I now, almost feel a perfect calm after writing this blog. Mom and Pops, also said, "It will always come to the light." Vengeance is not mines. So for now, I'll smile and be happy for the many blessings I behold in front of me daily. And speaking of smiles, I'll too, remember that behind every one's smile isn't the same DNA as mine.

Bruised Apple

i(Pad)2 much of a bad day to smile. Whilst, attempting to get my melting 4 year old in the house safe from the rain, I did a horrible job of doing the same for my iPad. Very much shattered, however, still functionable. It was not even a year old and in excellent condition. However, I suppose others will beg to differ from the looks of it.

Although, most of us are Apple cultist, I must say they are bloodsuckers. They know how to make money and make a plenitude of pocket less pant.

Today, the technician informed me that the damage wasn't covered. That brings me to the question, "What is covered under the warranty?" They don't have to fix viruses, they don't cover scratches and accidental damage. That wouldn't be deemed absurd had they not made the device out of GLASS! Again, that goes back to the fact that Apple has a sure thing. However, I don't think I'll be buying another iPad. Maybe a MAC. Who knows?

FYI- I had it in the Incase. Darn this man made debacle.