HIPHOP IS GONE

Hip hop is gone and I do not know if it can comeback. When Nas pronounced the death of hip hop all was mad but his words speak truth. This new class of rap artists suck. If it was not for hot beats than they would be no where. What happened to the days when raps told stories. When lyrics had meaning. When number one songs deserved to be number one. When rap artists were not all named after death. Its time to go back to the roots, back to the beginning, back when lines about girls having a period would be cut short by a challenge. If Lil, Wayne is lyricists of the year, than this year need not existed.

I love my music but not what they play on the radio now. Decades from now who is going to be singing about clubbing, getting money and looking good. I hope the next generation respect hip hop foundations and take it to the level it suppose to be at right now.

POSTING WITH OUT THINKING

Everyday on the Internet people put postings on the fab world wide web. All people have the right to their opinion and to put it on line. But where do you draw the line. How many times have you watched the local news in your area and hear about people who do ridiculous things on my space, or post personal "crimes" on you tube to declare their victory to the world.

Today I was looking at my local paper and some kid got in trouble for writing two death threats to two classmates via my space. Not only do you put your freedom at risk for dumb actions, you give proof to all that you deserve what is thrown at you. Online threats are not taken lightly I might add. E-mail threats are federal offenses and punishable up to five years in prison. So before you conquer the Internet, think. After all what you do on the net lives on the net forever. "Net responsibly" a word from your friendly blogger, Tenisha D.

(article information from Shawn Day VA. pilot newspaper. shawn.day@pilotonline.com)

Tenisha D, The Battle of clean house

A tornado could not do as much damage as three children can to a house. A sugar rush and a bathroom break for mom equals disaster. In an effort to keep an already clean room from becoming a disaster area I have to sentence the guilty defendants to hard time on the sofa. For them there still is the possibility for parole. It is not so bad they only have to watch cartoons until am finished cleaning because every mom knows that the TV is an ally. ( you do not have to admit it but it is known. The evidence is on your kids Hannah Montana book bags, Ben 10 notebooks, transformers outfits, and The Wiggles CD collection.)

I try to keep my success going from downstairs to upstairs but it is indeed a no go. Now I send my parolees to freedom in their room to play. Only to discover five minutes later that the steps have been littered with toys. A trail leads me to a kitchen that has been devastated by three unsuspecting minors. Their tactics have overwhelmed me for today, for they have won. My new game plan is a winner, I just clean up while they sleep at night. They will wake up to a clean house and my victory.

Tenisha D , The battle for sleep

5:06 am and here I am can not sleep. At one point I was so ready for bed then I was engaged in a battle and losing quickly. Do not think that I am crazy I have lost to much of my mind already to be paranoid and as sleep deprived as I am I lay awake. As two of the four sleep, the younger two remain awake. It is not like they have anything to do in the morning like me. That is how they plan it. Every five to ten minutes someone needs a drink or have to go potty.

The moment my eyes close I feel their presence staring at me calculating whether or not I am sleeping. Chattering among each other, planning what to do next. They take small steps toward my bed wanting to disturb me. It is not going down like that I think to my self but yet it is. Time is no issue for them day is night and night is day. Lurking around the dark house finding things to get into. Flushing the toilet, turning the television volume up, running water and throwing toys down the stairs. How could such a cute little boy and cute little girl be capable of such cruel torture? The answers remain unknown to me.

For tonight I have been weakened and I have lost. Do not feel for me victory shall be mines because the weekend has now ended and my techniques will be new and hidden to them. Though they have one tonight I know their plans, I am not conquered I will press on stronger in the name of motherhood. Sleep shall be my victory for all will surrender by 10:00pm tomorrow.

Watching the family, Keeping the enemy close

Look at them sitting there. Looking innocent, like they are not out to get me the the truth is out there. I keep them close, my love for them is pure but not blind. I have seen what they are capable of. Bryan, aka Him aka the Head of House aka The Hubby is attractive but careless. He uses his charms to get what is needed. I dare not stare into his eyes because they are intoxicating. The Hubby works full time boss at work boss at home. Notorious for walking around with one sock on and leaving his dirty work clothes in unauthorized areas. He is also well known for not knowing where anything needed is.

Victoria aka My First Baby aka Re Re the ultimate talking machine, she uses this as a defense to not let quiet exist. Also known for her bossiness and moody attitude. Alexander aka Alex Aka Man Man has eyes like his father and uses them to weaken my defense. Isabella aka Nano aka Naner aka cuddle butt. She likes to cuddle but refuses to hug. Her devices are simple she draws you in with cuteness then punches you in the eye. She loves messing up and is well known for eating others food.


Yes, I am still staring at them wrestling amongst each other, upping their fighting skills, and causing chaos with tremendous noise and disasters waiting to happen. I think I will join them.

The good , and the cute whom have gone bad

Everyday is a battle for me and this one is no different. Going to the grocery store is like a showdown with the enemy. If you have been reading along than you know all about them. My love for them weakens me and even with my husband home those sweet little faces ask to come with me followed by a promise of good behavior.


All starts off well but the ending is anything but that. I find myself with a full cart, one in need of a diaper change, dancing down the aisles singing loudly. My mind is almost gone but for some reason one nerve is hanging on and it is happening. Much to my dismay a child is missing, my boy now the cute have gone bad completely. There is no way out so in a resort to remain calm I call his name I got no answer. All of a sudden the aisle is cleared. I step aside the cart and I get a glimpse of that boy.

The music from a harmonica pops into my head I give him the stare. In an effort to out wit me he takes a few steps forward and smiles. His defense is useless he has done this before. The threat comes next, "come here right now before you get into trouble" it does not work. I take some steps forward to make him think I am coming after him it is useless. He draws his gun and fires off by running fast. I gather the cart and shoot after him only to not find him. There is one more attempt I have, " come here before I call your father and let him know what you are doing", I draw my weapon, my cell phone (which is not on right now). It works and now I even have peace in the line. Victory is mines again.

Tenisha D, the battle for quiet

I spend my day with three over active kids, known as the enemy in the battle for my sanity. My five years old from the time she wakes up all she does is talk, so I am nothing but overjoyed to send her off to school her techniques get to me and she knows this. One down and two to deal with. My youngest wakes up like clockwork with her big sister. All she does is cry for five minutes while I repeat a thousand times that she does not have to be awake. When she is done I feed her and attempt to have peace but it never happens.

My war to have peace has just began. The first two attempts by the enemy have been calculated but I have won the first fight. Although the enemy has denied me sleep every night this week as a torture device my mind is in full tact and prepared for defense. I think it is. So as the house seems calm I lay my head for a little rest only to get ambushed by two rug rats giggling and jumping on my bed. My quiet is gone.

I sit awake and keep the enemy busy to try to weaken them so they fall asleep at their post, but their game is always up. One pointing and spilling everything in sight, and the other tapping me, calling me non-stop its them are me. Finally after the third one returns and the battle heads outdoors, running and fresh air further my goals. After homework with the oldest, a snack and a drink leads my plan into motion. Nap time. I have conquered the enemy and obtained peace, but not for long...........

Smallville is so pointless right now.

I am so irritated with Small ville. When it first came out seven seasons ago it was the thing to watch. It had a fresh cast of new faces and a direction for Superman like no other. IF looking at the ever so cute Clark Kent was not enough, watching a friendship between two soon to be enemies kept me at the edge of my seat. I remember asking myself would Clark ever realize he could fly? When will he meet up with Lois Lane?

With certain characters missing, mainly Lex the story line suspense has dropped. Lahnan out of the picture, it makes me happy because all that girl ever did was cry. The new big question is where is Clark and Lois relationship going? This season they made Chloe and Jimmy's engagement more of a headache than them dating. Since when did Jimmy have girls after him, and why is he a main character now? Jimmy needs to go somewhere and snap pictures for the Daily Planet star reporters.

The girl taking Lex's place is pointless all Clark ever does is save her. To try to make her look like a validated person they connected her to rich boy Oliver whom we all know as the alter ego the Green Arrow. Speaking of characters that do not belong, why is Oliver a main cast member. Although looking at him don't hurt the eyes, he is not with Lois no more and he already helped find Clark.

Tell me when did Superman need all this back up. The meteor freaks are ways to just take us away from the story line and stretch this season out like a soap opera. It is time to move the story along and bring Lex back so I can be their number one fan again.

Is Internet downloading theft?

by Tenisha Dixon

With technology comes changes that everyone must learn to adapt to. The Internet is a wonderful fun filled piece of technology that provides people with anything that is needed without ever leaving home. Everyday people ride the net waves in search of their favorite music downloads, and how they get them has become a major problem. Downloading from the Internet is easy, fast , and theft? I think not. Does any one remember the 1980S when everyone had tape recorders? Was it a big deal to record your favorite tune from free air broadcasts? How many of you borrowed a cassette tape of a friend and recorded from it? Was that considered theft? To masses of people no. Downloading from the Internet is no different than recording from a friend's tape. Lets face the issue at hand, there are several ways to get your music from the net. File sharing, buying into a downloading club, or just connecting to a store to buy your songs. The one that most concerning is file sharing. File sharing allows you to choose from an unlimited amount of options to get your tunes. There are no fees because the there are no copyrights. People simply upload what they have brought to their file sharing program rename the files and allow whom ever wants to download, download. I do not see the problem. If there was no file sharing people still would be able to get the song from the radio, or borrow the compact disc. Suggesting that downloading from the Internet is theft is like saying a person can not borrow a compact disc. That would even go as far as saying recording it from the radio is wrong. Let us face it some one brought the song some one got the song legally and decided to share it with others, isn't that what the radio does? Theft would be buying then making copies and selling it for personal profit. Now there is a name for that and its called piracy. The Internet is not a hustle man's trunk in a dark alley, it has information put up front for everyone to see. That does not sound like theft to me. How many thieves do you know would give anything away for free? How many thieves do you know leave personal information or a way to track them down? Piracy has become big business in our day and age, but to apply to all who download from the net is wrong. I think consideration is needed before we put a name to what is going on. Thus I end with this, if downloading music from the internet is theft, then how many people are priates? RRR!

Why do they always cancel the good shows?

Back in the days when cable was like 20 channels there was time for everybody's favorite shows, but now there are over 200 channels and an endless list to choose from. I am not saying that more channels, or reality television ruined good TV; it just made it complicated.

Every year since Veronica Mars got canceled is a year that I wish that they brought it back. Television has changed so much that there are different shows lined up two months at a time. My husband was a faithful watcher of Jake 2.0, he loved that show and it was canceled after one season. The thing that hurts the most is when shows that you have grown with the characters are cut off at like season five.

It seemed to happen all the time to ethnic sitcoms now it is just all around. Does any one remember Girlfriends it was another one of my favorites that I did not hear mentioned this year. I for one was looking forward to finale cliffhangers like would Joan's man Aaron come home from Iraq to marry her? That answer my friends my never be revealed due to new line-ups.

However, I pretty much can not wait for new episodes of USA originals like Monk, Psych, and Burn Notice which will be back in January (hopefully). Don't we all just wish they go back and give us fans the endings we deserve. I would love for fans who shows got cut early to tell me about why they miss the show that got canceled.

Who's the greatest rapper of all times?

I came across an interesting article where rap artist Eminem is considered the greatest rapper alive. In my opinion there are too many greats just to narrow the field to one.

Back in the early 1990's no one could top Wu-tang Clan for me. Cash rules everything around me got so much air play that I used to rap it in my dreams. Then came Biggie Smalls, aka The Notorious B.I.G. he hit the scenes with a young Sean Combs tapping two bottles requesting bad boys to come out and play in Craig Mack's remix of Flava in your ear. Come on how many people brought Total's single from The New Jersey Drive soundtrack to pump Biggie's rap at the beginning. I got a time and a place for my most illest rap moments like any true hip hop follower. The first time I heard a beat call out the lyricist name was Talib Kweli.

Remember when Kurtis Blow, ruled the world, when Nas was Illmatic. There are rappers who have been around for decades. LL Cool J, Salt n Pepper, Eric B.n Rakim, and Outkast. I could name names forever but the message is simple do not just pop out a list and insult the greats. Come on why was Soulja boy on the list.

Some one needs to draw the line that was cross but if anyone wants to be called the greatest lay it out for proper challengers. I am not saying that I do not have love for Emniem, Stan is a master piece like no other, it is on my top ten of all time favorite songs. However I am saying that when you pick someone there needs to be way more consideration. Because I know ten years from now who's gonna be doing the soulja boy? They stop that the summer after it came out. How many people got tried of being hot in here with Nelly, jumping with Kriss kross. Hot right now should not eligible.

Time

Time is gentle it moves with the wind,

bringing up the memories of when you kissed me and we were hand and hand

flashes of when we touch play back in my mind every night you are not here

Time is priceless it goes by fast when you are not near,

time is precious and it passes by every second, minute, hour , and day

It became my worst enemy time kept you away

is it that you are too busy for me, did time tell you I was not the one,

are you spending time with someone new, or are you with your friends having fun

too much time has passed and I am still left with no clues, time is messed up it kept me from you

our time is up now , tell me what to do

Worst Week Ever

As if it is not enough to find out that Meredith happily ever after with McDreamy is not so happy, or that Janay is carrying Derwin's baby as soon as Melody the love of his life takes him back, real life has handed me the WORST WEEK EVER. I know that this is my first post so I will speed you up on me. Hello, I am Tenisha D. devoted wife for a little over six years, mother to three children a 5 years old, a 3 years old, and a 2 years old. ( And if this will answer your question, yes I am blogging at 2am! ) The reality of taking on three small kids is enough to push me over the edge, but im not quite there maybe more like dangling and clinging to what ever of the ledge is left.

The peace in my household comes at three high points during a 24 hour period, dinner time, TV time , and bed time. I love my TV time and the time I spend on the internet. This brings us up to where the worst week ever begins. After waiting two stinking weeks for the big flood episode of Greg's Anatomy, Meredith is not happy! What is up with that? So my TV night ruined and here is the real life. My rent is late, gassing up the KIA is like 40 bucks a week, which sucks cause all I have is 40 bucks this week for gas and I need to make it last for two weeks, my microwave blew up, my tire came apart, the TV downstairs is dying, all three of my kids have ear infections, I have a sinus infection and my car battery has a slow leak. I would try being sarcastic and mention so possible events that could take place next week but why tempt fate . How to end the worst week ever maybe watch Britney Spears.

Introduction to the kids

My children are wonderful, I love them dearly. So now I feel like it is time for me to introduce them to you. My oldest is Victoria she is five years old going on 20. I have to remind her constantly that I am the mother. At time she is the perfect little helper if her brother and sister are up to no good she is going to tell me. She receives speech services because for some years she suffered from ear problems and hearing lost. Do not feel sad for this child because you would never, ever, know she talks non-stop.

Her favorite color is pink, her favorite food is strawberries, and she loves to listen to Hannah Montana, high school musical, and 80's music. Alexander is my one and only little boy. He is almost 4 years old and he is very sweet. Alex also received services but he speaks fine now. His favorite thing to do is flirt with women all day long, I can't take him no where. His pass times are playing football, soccer,and watching extreme sports. His favorite colors are yellow and blue. His favorite food is pizza, and he is all about his hot wheels cars. The youngest out of the bunch is miss Isabella and her personality is untouchable. Isabella receives speech services because she really does not say words she just says,"uh" most of the day. Keeping in mind that she does not talks, when she hears Hannah Montana she instantly proclaims that she is a rock star. She enjoys bulling others even adults and she hates affection. Isabella loves to cuddle but no hugs and kisses. Her favorite color is blue and pink and her favorite food is all foods.

TenishaD, The battle of my household

My days as a housewife has been one of love, chaos, and craziness. To say the least being a stay at home mom is never boring its the adventure of a lifetime. I feel like I am in the army I do more by 5am than most do all day. My husband works a fulltime job, my 5 years old is in kindergarten, my 2 years old receives speech therapy and my 3 years old will soon be venturing off to pre- kindergarten. Okay, its not like I am jumping from a plane, but I am in a war.

The war to keep a well kept household, and it is a battle everyday. I spend most of my time tending to the children and trying to keep my house clean. That makes it a 1 against 4 battle. I pull out the weapons like any mother does, the iron, the broom, the mop you name it, but the offense seems to always get ahead not only because I am out numbered, but the husband and kids use small torture tactics. They do little small actions all day long to drive me to the breaking point, walking across my freshly mopped floor, leaving the cap off the toothpaste, spilling juice on the carpet, and leaving the trash can full.

The enemy is out to get me so I must keep my eyes open and be on the defense. My reflexes are like a cats I look cautiously around corners and always wait for their approach and its never the same. Sometimes its a single attack, but most times it comes from all areas. While I cook dinner the enemy targets me, "mom mom mom mom mom I'm hugary is it time to eat", "baby, have you seen my wallet", " Alex keeps hitting me". I try to see a reasonable way to deal with the issues at hand and I find an out, "everybody go to your rooms I'll call you when dinner is ready. I have won this battle but not for long, So daily I sit and I work on my wartime tactics and read to up my techniques because being a wife and mother is a war I plan to win.