Blended Lies

"You act like it's my fault that the number is in your phone Stanley!" she yelled.

"You ain't have no business going through my phone" he reprimanded, snatching his phone out her hand. "You trippin about finding numbers you need to stay your nosey ass out my shit."

"WHAT!?" she yelled incredulously. Ok, this was it. She'd given him the opportunity to at least pretend he wasn't romantically involved with the trifling hussy whose nude photo had shown up on the screen when she'd called, but he wasn't even trying. "Why do I always have to show how crazy I am" she questioned before taking it there. Walking over, she towered over him as he looked up at her patronizing her with his eyes.

"He really thinks I won't do anything to him" she realized. Nodding her head at her own revelation, she reached over, covered his entire, smug face with her fingers and pushed his head aside. "Stay out of your shit?" she repeated. Curling her fingers into a fist she landed a hard one against his right eye. "Or what?! What are you gonna do if I don't?" she countered hitting him again, this time causing his face to swell.

"Bitch!" he yelled, hopping up from his seat, "you not finna sit here and hit me like I'm some got-damn child."

Walking over to him she forcefully slapped the Iphone out of his hand and onto the floor. Shaking his head in amazement at the turn for crazy his girlfriend had just made, he reached down to pick up the phone, almost grasping it before she hastily swooped in and yanked it from the ground. Racing down the stairs, slipping over several, she hurried toward the blender and dunked the phone in. With Stanley quick on her heels, she turned to face him with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I'm sorry" he yelled, never taking his eyes off his prized mechanical possession lying cater-corner in the blending device. "I never did nothing with her, I promise" he "confessed". "You right, I was wrong for taking her number, for talking to her, but baby I promise, I didn't ask for that picture of her" he offered, hoping she wouldn't ask how it came to be her Caller ID. "And I was in the process of breaking it off with her cause I love you, you know, and I was telling her that" he rambled, thinking quickly on his toes.

She waited, finger hovering over the 'crushed' option.

"You know I love you, this is all one big misunderstanding. You said you love me too, so why you doing me like this?!" he questioned, feigning hurt feelings, wiping away imaginary tears.

"Why?" she asked looking at him through angry eyes. "Because you're a no-good piece of shit liar!" she yelled livid. " I did say I loved you" she said shaking her head at her own stupidity, "but then I went to the doctor Stanley. And you know what he told me?" she asked awaiting his reply. "He told me that I was pregnant Stanley, notice I said 'was'. But I'd already known it. For four months I'd known I was pregnant, and I waited, and waited for the perfect time to tell you. But you with your bullshit and your lies, it was something every week. The twins from Vegas, the hoe from the hood, and now this bitch, with her exposed nipple piercings mocking me from your cell phone. I lost my baby stressing over you and you never had the decency to even notice I was pregnant" she scoffed. "Didn't have the decency to come up with a good lie, and now, you care more about a $200 phone than you do the 'love of your life'. I'm doing this to you cause you did it to me" she said pressing down on the button as the phone bounced up and down, shards of plastic flying recklessly in circles.

5 Star Chic (2)

Remember, all characters are fictional and resemblances to actual persons are merely coincidental. Meet Erin McCall.



Erin McCall



Hello, I'm Erin. Erin McCall, attorney at law. I don't like to brag...BUT if ever there were such a thing as a 5 Star Chic, I'd definitely be the definition. I'm a very driven person. 28 and I've got an undergraduate degree in English and a Juris Doctorate degree in Sports Law and have already made quite the name for myself as an Entertainment Lawyer. So much so, that I've been able to pay off my student loans, I have ZERO debt, just bought a new Range Rover Sport...cash, (which I finagled down by $10,000) and in 3 years I plan to pay off my half a million dollar house. While I'm tooting my own horn, let me also mention that I have scholarships named after me at both my high school and college alma maters. I take an exotic vacation yearly and I give back in my spare time, not to mention I've done it all on my own. See, growing up, no one expected a skinny little girl from Third Ward, Texas to graduate high school, graduate Suma Cum Laude from The University of Texas (Go Longhorns!) or matriculate through law school in the top 5% of my class. Ahh. Good ole' expectations. I don't live by them. Don't put me in a box, I've been known to break down many. It's only a matter of time before my current law firm, Sterling & Shepherd, becomes Sterling, Shepherd, and McCall. So when you look at me, I'm all woman. I don't have, want or need a man. They're expendable. Anything they can do, I can do better, and I do mean ANYTHING. :) I get them when I desire to, which isn't often. Now that's a 5 Star Chic.

5 Star Chic

All of the characters below are fictional. Any resemblances to actual persons are merely coincidental. Meet Bre'yon, journey with her as she explains why she's a 5 Star Chic.



Bre'yon Renee Jackson



The money, the cars, the clothes...I'm successful. Whether my suits are tailored-made or I decide to get them from Saks or Neimans, I stay fly from head to toe. What did Dorrough say? "Ice cream paint job" Yeah, I definitely got the Pink Satan candy paint on my new, 2010 Audi. Money is no limit. I know you thinking "Dammmmnnn, she doing it" well you ain't heard nothing yet. Those things are MINOR reasons my status is 5 star. I don't pay out of pocket. Fa nothin'. You hear me? Nothing. I'm a 5'8 yellowbone. Perfect 10. They tell me and I know it. I deal with ballers baby, and he ain't gotta play in the NFL or the NBA. I'll take Major League Baseball, the National Hockey League, he can be a doctor (high end of course), an architect, hell if he got a black card, he's balling and he alright with me. I don't even concentrate on body type, skin color, or none of that madness. All I see is green. Money talks everything else is sign language. The point is, if I can make money with NO "gainful employment", drive around in the finest cars and have the means to support myself, I'm a 5 Star Chic. Not bad for a chic that ain't even finished school huh?

Fatal Distractions pt. 1

A good friend and pastoral counselor of mine, spoke of this subject at church. Fatal Distractions. Now, of course when she talked about it, it was more biblically based. I think it was a good topic then and I think it still applies.

First, a fatal distraction is anything that keeps you from reaching your full potential. Today's fatal distraction is the "Comparison Factor". The Comparision Factor is when we look at other's and make comparisions. We may do this career-wise, in our relationships, or just in general.

It's so fatal because we lose focus. We also act based on our beliefs. If we believe that someone has it better or worse than we do, then we act accordingly. If we think someone's relationship is better than ours, we start trying to implement what they're doing into our situations. We have to remember that we are looking from the outside in. We don't know what people did to get what they have and we don't know what they have to do to keep it.

Everything is not for everybody. The "Comparison Factor" will have you all messed up because there is always someone who is doing better or worse than you are. ALWAYS. I heard an entertainer, Duece of The VX, say "there is no such thing as rock bottom", so no matter how bad your situation, it can always be worse or better.

The goal is not to compare. There are no two people that are the same. Humans are NOT carbon copies. We have similarities but are not the same. Because we're not the same, we shouldn't compare. There is no baseline. That's like comparing and apple and an orange just because they are both fruits and come in bags. They'll never be the same.

When you find yourself making comparisons, ask why you want what the other person has. If you genuinely want it for yourself, strive to have it because YOU want it not because you saw someone else with it. But above all, just look straight. Look ahead. Looking at another person does nothing for you. To be you, current and better, you need to stay focused on the most important factor....which is you and what you're trying to do. Looking to the side is a distraction. You don't look sideways when driving, so why would you look to the side when moving forward with your life?

Til Part 2... Be YOU!

New Year's Resolutions

Whether you're on the side that believes it is pointless to make a resolution or you're the one who makes them year in and year out, you're both right. If the idea is that NYR's are dumb because by February you either don't remember what it is, or are no longer committed to it... you're right. On the other hand if you feel it's a good idea to make goals and to attempt to be better than you were the year before...you're right. I've done both. I've made new year's resolutions to stop cursing...HA! "not yet" and I've just gone into a new year without. I think NYR's are fine as long as you're resolving to do better.

While me cutting back on my profanity is a good idea, a better idea, is for me to pray more. While me saving more is a great idea, a better idea is for me to TITHE more. Is it clearer now? My suggestion is to not resolve to be better just for yourself, help someone out in the process. We've gotta move from self to others. If you're a follower of Christ, at some point you've gotta push yourself to do more for and in him. Love God, love yourself and love others. That's the best resolution you can give. Only what we do for God will last.