N.B.A. & N.F.L. Players

Once a year, the Tax Fairy comes to homes across the nation.  Folks stalk their mailbox from the moment the calendar points to Jan.1, in hopes that their “freedom papers” W-2s have arrived.  All the parents sleep nestled in bed, while visions of dependent kids dance in their head.  Some have already spent the money in their mind.  It’s gone before the CPA can press enter to submit their files.  Nike, Gucci and Hennesy company execs are equally as excited.  They fall asleep to the sound of their quarterly profits skyrocketing.  The numbers are almost moving as one solid line because the money is coming in so fast.
Facebook and Instagram are both flooded with pictures of people showing off what Uncle Sam gave them.  Rims, shoes, weaves, nails, outfits.  Just racks on racks on racks of crisp dollar bills on display for all to see.  Aaaah, yes, it’s tax season ya’ll!  Get it while it’s hot!
But what these N.B.A. (not balling actually) and N.F.L. (not for long) players fail to realize is that they really aren’t stunting at all.  And don’t get me wrong, PLEASE understand that I was drafted into the N.B.A. & N.F.L. at a young age.  At 20, I realized just how “lucrative” it was to have my first tax write off  child and we were dressed to the nines from February to April.  Living in my mom’s house, with a fresh weave, nails done, and my car was clean.  It took a few seasons for me to get my mind right.  And I am actually still working on my game.  Because while I may not be looking in the windows of the gucci store anymore during this time, my tail is flying to Lowes or HomeGoods for mess I don’t even need.  I mean even IKEA is a playground to me!  How many Ivergakamp storage sets do I need?!?
I’m a work in progress.  I changed my exemptions two years ago.  So my “balling” was minimized greatly, and I started putting more money in my savings.  
Check out this great post on the blog Girls Just Wanna Have Funds.  http://www.girlsjustwannahavefunds.com/before-you-spend-that-tax-refund-check/
The whole blog is a great financial tool for everyone (not just women).  I’ve tried to incorporate some of what I learned from the posts into my own finances.  Again, I’m a work in progress.  
So call son-son, and tell him to put down the paint….
Call the shop, tell him….. “hold the pickles”

You aint bout that life anymore.  This message is universal.  Don’t get stuck on the pictures.  ALL RACES are guilty of this “tax fraud”.  I’m just here to shed a little light.  We can all learn something from this PSA.  

Yall keep it up and you’ll be playing for the N.H.L. (national homeless league)!!  
What crazy item have you purchased with tax money?!  Leave a comment below.  🙂

Later!

~EITB

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Rhymes With Grape

I want to preface this post by saying that I write posts when the spirit moves me.  My posts are sporadic and my blog has no real direction.  They are just random thoughts that I write out.  Some posts may be all Angela Davis in your face type posts, while others are Pauly Shore/Adam Sandler-esque.  Thoughts rattle in my head all the time and the only way to make them go bye bye is to put them on “paper”.  I was encouraged by my sister/friend, Nae,  to blog (moreso about my mother escapades) so this is why I share these thoughts with you.  Enjoy!

rick ross Quick Quotes: Rick Ross Says Lyrics Misinterpreted For Date Rape

Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it
I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it

mol·ly  

/ˈmälē/

Pure form of MDMA (ecstasy), usually a free powder or in capsules. Oftentimes MDA is sold as molly. Should be white in color (when it’s pure) but is more often beige or yellow-brown, and sometimes brown or rarely gray.   A side effect of this drug is sweating more than usual.

I contemplated whether or not I was going to write a post discussing Rick Ross’s recent controversial rap lyrics in his new song UOENO (don’t ask me what that means).  I was going to discuss the backlash CO Ross has received about the lyrics.  I was going to mention how women and men were trying to grapple with the fact that Rawse basically promoted slipping a drug into a woman’s drink and then having sex with her, unbeknownst to her.  But you guys already did that for me.  You guys posted FB threads, you ranted on radio stations, left comments under numerous gossip sites, to show your dislike for the negro Stay Puft marshmallow man’s outlandish and offensive lyrics.

Job well done?  I don’t know.  Rick Ross came out with a sorry ass apology a few days ago, to explain to us that he wasn’t talking about rape, we misunderstood him.  Duh!!  He was talking about when you give someone a drug, but you just don’t tell them (that would ruin the surprise), then when she is incoherent and unresponsive you ask “do you mind if I take you upstairs, you look tired”.  Then you remove her clothing, because clearly she is sweating, you figured, that since she is naked you’ll make sure her vajayjay is working by performing a physical exam with your penis. I mean when she wakes up, if she doesn’t give you a standing ovation for being such an upstanding citizen then she MUST be craycray.

Was that too harsh?  Did I go too far with my description?  Did I offend you?  Cool.  Now if you aren’t equally offended by Koko’s  lame apology then please click the small X in the upper right hand corner of your screen now.  His attempt at setting “all the sexy ladies” straight, was lame, unapologetic, offensive and a waist of air time.  He boasts that he didn’t use the term rape, so basically why are we tripping.   But I guarantee if I asked him if he wanted two pieces of bread, mayo, ham, turkey, cheese, lettuce and a tomato slice, but gave him a salad instead, he would be crying foul too!!  Demanding where his sammich was.  But Rawse, I didn’t say sandwich, so why are you tripping?

I’m not going to really get into the celebrities and role model issue either. I don’t have it in me and I have my own kinks to work out with the way I raise my daughters before I start schooling folks on their parenting skills.  But parents, yall are not excused.  Please miss me with the “he is setting a bad example for the young kids out here”.   He better not be setting ANY type of example for your child except maybe what not to eat.  Rick didn’t sign up to be your child’s ABC After School special.  I don’t want to hear any of the “I was blinded by Rick Ross’s shiny DVD sized areola’s and didn’t realize what my kids were actually watching or listening to”.   Nerp, not gonna work.   “Artists” have been pushing the envelope since the beginning of time.  I guess we won’t really call action to anything until these fools are actually committing the crime in the video….”Damn, did MC NahMeen really just murder that midget in his video?”.  Radios will still have “stop the violence” rallies, yet play Chief Keef in the same hour.
  
See, “that’s that sh*t I don’t like

Interesting enough, I found this link : 8 romantic songs you didnt know were about rape while googling this Rick Ross mess.  I SWEAR whenever I hear “Baby It’s Cold Outside” I think he is talking about slipping something in her drink and forcing her to stay over, and not tell anyone”!!  Am I the only one?  I digress….

The videos below show that some parents still don’t get it.

Please share and comment as you feel fit.  Am I tripping?

THIS BAMMA HERE! Woooo!

~EITB