June 30, 2010

Let's Take A Mental Journey Through The 80's and 90's

As I sit here and look at the kids out the window, I can't help but to say that our youth is cheated out of some of the coolest memories.  I go back to the 80's and early 90's on a mental journey.  Back then things weren't nearly as crazy as it is now.  From the fashion to the music, those two eras had to be the best of my childhood and young adolescent life.
I remember when the store, Charlies was on the corner of Hollywood street.  You could get freshly popped popcorn out of the machine for a quarter.  You would hold the bag with a clown on it under the dispenser and insert your money.  Now you can't buy a bag of chips for a quarter.  Before Rita's water ice you had the old lady on Page street that sold frozen kool aid in Alvin n the Chipmunk Dixie cups for a dime.

To all my crab lovers.  I know you remember when you could go to Kunick's house and purchase 0.50, 0.75, or 1.00 crabs.  My grandmother didn't like crabs and I was forbidden to eat them in the house.  She would give me a ton of old newspaper and Yolanda Norton and I would sit on the abandon house at the corner steps while we ate them.  You would have all the dirty kids begging for the claws or legs.
Let's not go their about the fashion.  How many of you remember Jelly Bean sandals and Dr. Scholl wedges with the buckle going across the front with the wooden soul.  I hurt myself many times as a result of wearing Dr. Scholls.  But, I never understood why parents brought their kids Jelly Beans.  They were only good in the water plug.  The water plug had to be the most ghetto form of a public pool.  Guaranteed there was always a neighbor with a wrench to turn on the water plug.

We also had our hood superstars, Gregory Tutt.  He was a local boxer that was violently killed. Tutt brought Bobby Brown to Mr. Brown's barbershop to get his haircut.  Everyone and their mother was on 32nd Street that day to get a peek.  Tutt gave us our first Betamax.  I watched Wildstyle so much that I probably still can remember Busy Bee's part verbatim.

The music was the best.  Who don't remember listening to the Street Beat Show hosted by Philly's own, Lady B?  "How You Doing?"  was her signature quote.  I know that you guys remember her rap. You know you want to plant two turntables at your feet.  Put a loud speaker on your head.  Because you wanna rock the living and dead.  Ha Ha.  If you over 35 then you probably visited the club "After Midnight"  Hopefully, your folks were cool and you got the inside scoop.  Everybody who was somebody frequented The After Midnight.  Below is a photo taken behind the scenes at The After Midnight.
Do you remember when John Wanamakers use to have the Fendi and Mark Cross department where Starbucks is now located?  Yes, dolls I took you all the way back.  How many of you remember in the year 1988 you could purchase a pair of Gucci sneakers for $100.00.  All white canvas with the red/green stripe up the back.  If you had figure 8's, jumbo triangles, jumbo shrimps, or disc earrings you were considered fly.  A Gucci tote bag was a must for us ladies.  Please don't get me started with the 951 Cazals or EKs.  Leave it to our people to sport snakeskin on our shades.

Wow, I could go on and on about the 80's but I want to hear your memories. Thank you all for taking this journey with me.  But, I can't let you leave without Philly's own Lady B.

June 22, 2010

Grandparents Are Grand!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On Father's Day I was privileged to visit with my grandparents.   I'm going to  emphasize the word privileged  because it's oh so true.  Its an honor for any of us to be that close to history.  The wrinkles of an elderly face are traces of their past.  Each line is like a tattoo of a hurdle that had to be crossed in order to get through the next obstacle in life.  When I look at my grandfather I see pain, sadness, joy, confidence, struggles, courage, intelligence, strength, pride, determination, love,  and most of all I see GOD.  I am an only child of my mother and the majority of my young life we lived with her parents.  I didn't meet my father until I was 16yrs of age.  Thankfully, for my grandfather I never missed his presence or nor once have I yearned for his affection.  I was blessed to have two mommies and one daddy.  I couldn't imagine how our life would've been with out the both of them.  If you are blessed enough to have a Robert Lee or an Emma Kearney in your life make sure you let them know how much you love and appreciate them.  Thanks for supporting my blog and may you be blessed abundantly.  Peace.................................

June 19, 2010


Someone and I had a conversation about finding a mate.  She recently signed up for a Christian social dating network named, E-Harmony.  She currently has a few of interest that are compatible to her.  Personally, I can't really get into the social media networking thing.  It's too many men out here to pay a middle man to hook me up with someone who possibly lied about their financial status, looks, and sexual gratification experiences.  I can find my own broke, ugly, and lame two minute man in the sack.  Have you ever seen the tips some of these sights have to assist you in finding the perfect mate.  Read some of these tips listed below:

- Go to the gym during your lunch hour. Many professionals do this. Vary your lunch hour to see when the most singles are out there.

Who the hell wants to work out during there lunch period?  Exactly, going back to work all funky will do everything other than finding the perfect mate. You CAN NOT be all funky going around the gym questioning single men/women workout time.  Furthermore, your picture will be posted with the word pervert beneath.

  Take a camera and ask a good-looking stranger to take your picture. See what happens.

I am going to tell you exactly what's going to happen.  If you live in the hood, this is not advisable.  Because you will screw around and that good-looking stranger might steal your camera or phone.  You can't just walk up to folks asking them to take your picture.  Especially, if your mobile phone serves as your camera as well.

 Send a drink to a cute stranger in a bar or restaurant

You just can't start sending drinks to random attractive men/women in this era.  You'll mess around and get your ass kicked or arrested.  You're thinking that it's a kind gesture from your desperate ass and they'll think it's a mickey.  I strongly suggest NOT to do this.

- Get your hair done at a coed salon. Get to know the patrons. Ask your stylist if she has any clients who would be a match for you.

The hell with you.  Men you might not mind.  But, women if your shit is tore before the weave or your thoughts can be seen through your scalp DO NOT follow this tip.  Also, the majority of stylist are more screwed up in the relationship area than you are.  Hell, they're probably asking their other clients the same question that you are asking them.  This is an absolute no no.

Well, good people there you have it.  There were a few more tips suggested on the site but, I personally thought that they weren't worth anymore of your precious time.  Besides, I gave you the perfect reasons not to follow their advice.  Ladies if sex, financial stability, faith and an open ear is what your looking for in a man I have the answer for all of that. I need your complete attention on this.  Come very, very, close.  Purchase a dildo that is comfortable for fit, get a bottle of anointing oil from the mother of your church, and purchase a How To Make Money book from your local bookstore.  I guarantee if you do exactly what I suggested, you will have the perfect package of a man.  It will be a man with a perfect penis whom is saved, very much financially knowledgeable, and a great listener without interrupting you every time you speak.  Thank you so much for visiting and may you be blessed abundantly.  Peace......

June 16, 2010

The Good, The Bad, And The Screwed Up Relationship

Everyone knows that in a relationship things almost never stay the  same as when it started.  I like to call the beginning stages of a relationship the honeymoon period.  Everything is picture perfect. You either can tolerate their annoying habits or choose to ignore them. You try to be fast asleep before they are so, their snoring won't keep you awake.  Or, you take a benedryl tablet before visiting her to prevent sneezing from her cheap VS perfume.

Six months later, you're questioning your judgement.  You're screening each other calls.  Women, we keep asking ourselves and friends about giving the goodies up too fast.  We're wondering if we should had made him wait two days instead of one.  Men, you're scratching your head wishing you didn't tell her that you love her or gave her the spare key to your apartment.  Damn sure wish that you didn't buy her a toothbrush for there.

Ten years later, things don't get no better.  You're still together and you hate each other more.  Two years later you have this...........................................................................................................................................

June 12, 2010


Last night my son and I were walking my cousin, Lisa to the bus stop.  My son is very talkative as myself at times.  Shut up to my close friends and relatives who are agreeing with this.  Anyway, my son loves rap music.  This 8yr old little boy is infatuated with rap.    Unfortunately, due to the explicit language and content of today's music he isn't allowed to listen to it.  However, he is allowed to listen to old school rap.  The language is mild and the lyrics are actually understandable.   But, last night I found myself taken back into era that  I am so sad it had to leave.  The "80's"

This was an era that each song contributed a memory in your life.  I guarantee if you listen to an eighties song, you can almost visualize your life in that very moment.  For instance, every time I hear Tramp by Salt N Pepa http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afBDufimxO0 I can remember waiting anxiously for the Friday night street beat show hosted by Philly's own Lady B.  I would sit on the kitchen floor with cassette tape ready to start recording.  My point is that the music now is so different from the music then.  You can actually sing these songs aloud and no one will feel disrespected.  Do you remember how your mother would go crazy when her oldies were on and you to would later love the same songs?  Yes, not only would you share the same passion for the song but you would learn it verbatim.  Now look below and see what our great grandchildren will be singing:
I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz what

So compare an album from the 80's to an album now and share your comment on what you think is best.  Thanks for stopping by and may you be blessed abundantly.  Peace...............

June 10, 2010


Only Rocky is designed as a public forum that encourages freedom of speech and thought.  This blog doesn't discriminate against color, race, religion, sexual preference or any other thing that this cruel world would like for  us to hate. Unfortunately, this judgement wasn't used by certain others when visiting my site.  Although, I DON'T have to explain this I WILL.  I don't hate against Islam. My children father is Muslim.  However, I do have the right to not agree.  This doesn't make me a religious hater or Islamic basher.  I am an adult and I am a grown women.  If you aren't pleased with remarks that are made on my page or postings on my blog, I have a suggestion for you.  Come very very close.  "STOP REQUESTING MY FRIENDSHIP AND STAY THE FUCK OFF OF MY BLOG SITE!"  It's that simple.  FYI: GOD IS LOVE AND ALOT OF YOU ARE DISPLAYING HYPOCRISY'S.  I HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD AND YOU OR NO ONE ELSE HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUDGE IT.  Thank you for following and may you still be blessed abundantly.

June 9, 2010

Mom Your Embarrassing Me

I'm quite sure that you all have your share of embarrassing childhood stories. Though, some of you will never admit it. Like those grade school pictures that your entire family would never put away or turquoise jumper that your mother thought was too cute. Mine is the foodstamp book. I absolutely hated the food stamp book with a passion. It seemed that no one volunteered to walk you to the store until,  your mother sent you with the foodstamp book. It was almost like a dog sniffing out embarrassment. Don't get me wrong I was very grateful. My Mother and Grandparents kept me fly. But, that didn't change my despise for foodstamps. The store would be extra crowded and I would let everyone get waited on before myself. You would never know what mood Ms. Helen, the cashier of Big H was in.  If you tried to be slick and take that 20.00 out the book she would call you out in front of the whole store by doing this, "WHERE IS THE BOOK?" See you could only use ones and fives without the book.  Also, if you had a note she would snatch it out your hand to read aloud. I even remember times that I would practically run out the store to see her running behind me shouting "HEY YOU FORGOT YOUR FOODSTAMP BOOK!!!!!!"   Well, one thing for certain is that I sure miss them foodstamps, now. Thank you guys so much for your support.  May you continue to be blessed abundantly.  Peace.........

June 8, 2010

Women Should Marry At Least 3(x)'s

I was talking to my cousin/friend/Godmother tonight.  She told me the craziest thing that actually made alot of sense.  She stated that a women should be married at least 3 (x)'s.  Here's the reasons:

  1. Twenty's.  Women should marry in their twenties for financial stability.  I guess this is when the women is really just getting out on her own and it will be wise to have that financial security as a back up plan.
  2. Forty's.  Women don't normally become in tuned with their sexuality until the age forty.  I guess that is why it will be best to marry for a second time around at this age.  I think it has alot to do with being upfront with our partners of what we want  from them sexually.  Who wants to be forty-five and haven't experienced an orgasm in their life not once?  I'll go for that one.
  3. Sixty's.  This is an age for companionship.  I guess when unmentionables aren't working like they use to, we all need companionship.  My grandparents are great companions.  They argue, look at television together, and holler at each other because they both can't hear.  Sometimes, they even start to look alike to me.  She'll kill me if she read this.
Well, there you have it.  Those are Just Kissie views on marriage.  I kind of like them.  What do you think?  I would love to hear your comments. Thanks for all the love and support and may you be blessed abundantly.  Peace.

June 6, 2010


As I am sitting here alone thinking I just busted out laughing.  You know us meaning "African Americans" will find a way around everything.  We put a lot of thought into things that we know is wrong just to get around doing the right thing.  For instance, income tax time.  We will go the extra mile to find three extra kids to claim as a dependent so that we could receive a hefty refund check.  We'll go to The Department Of Welfare and say that we had an one nightstand  in order to stop child support for our babies daddy.  We'll get the lady next door to falsify babysitting papers to pull a fast one over on CCIS.  I'm just saying that time and energy we put into all of this and much more it would've been much faster to do it the right way.  Just a thought.  Enjoy your day!  And thank you all so much for your support. 

June 5, 2010


Yesterday, I sent out a post of a 21 yr.old woman that was infected with HIV.  She allegedly received it from her ex-husband.  The accusations were questioned by fellow Islamic Sisters.  She was trialed and condemned for exposing such without proof.  Not only did alot of females including myself reached out to her but, money was sent as well to assist with providing much needed medication.  Not only was alot of people saddened by this story.  But, her message sent a warning.  We must practice safe sex.  Diseases don't have discrimination laws against age, sex, sexual preference, race, weight, etc. This was very serious and hit a little too close to comfort for some.  Before, I go any further about this issue I would like for you to read what was posted today by the perpetrator.


This my reader's is the test result of the ex-husband who allegedly infected her with HIV.

This is horrible because one lie just affected millions of people.  Not only did she lead others to believe that she was betrayed and deceived but, she endangered this man's livelihood.  She had Muslims going against each other all because she is scorned.  This woman didn't acknowledge the fact that others would be hurt from this.  All I can say is May God Have Mercy On Her Soul.  Please read and share comments.  Thank you guys so much for your support and may you be blessed abundantly.

Intense Debate Comments

Follow by Email