tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-353959902024-02-21T08:44:35.398-08:00Brown Betties GazetteA literary sizzle.
Sultry. Sassy. Sophisticated.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-83179157961287664232012-02-16T13:58:00.000-08:002012-02-16T16:17:22.326-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Editors Edict</strong></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJ2PKlxSt2t2eFxWBXr1mUT7dr-VV-frpecx4EoTDgOl5kWr0TArws_C0DTdjLhMgjhe1gEaqvlEHnp07UiYeuPiuz9fMGkM_50kYnr1eOD0-zWixbKz9ygkow2QuIhIA8f2myg/s1600/Peppur+Gazette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJ2PKlxSt2t2eFxWBXr1mUT7dr-VV-frpecx4EoTDgOl5kWr0TArws_C0DTdjLhMgjhe1gEaqvlEHnp07UiYeuPiuz9fMGkM_50kYnr1eOD0-zWixbKz9ygkow2QuIhIA8f2myg/s320/Peppur+Gazette.jpg" width="212px" yda="true" /></a></div>Well, friends...here we are in 2012! I haven't published the Gazette since 2009. Time has sifted through my hands like sands of the hour glass....and these are the Days of our Lives. Yes, they are. And, now on to Bettie stuff.<br />
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I'm still working through what the new Gazette will look like; please hang with me as I figure out. <br />
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In the meantime, I very much want to share the Brown Betties Guide webisodes with you and hopefully find ways to start a dialogue about the hilarity that ensues when looking for love.<br />
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Until later, <br />
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xo,<br />
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The <span style="color: #660000;"><strong>Hot</strong></span> One</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-12255630235451839012012-02-16T13:53:00.002-08:002012-02-29T12:38:59.244-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">Brown Betties Guide:Tip #9</span></strong><br />
<strong>Be Happy Being #2…or #3</strong><br />
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Is it really so hard to hold out to be his #1? Really? The answer is “Yes”. Sometimes.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: left;"><em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Look-Love-Wrong-Places-ebook/dp/B007A2FTQQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329428569&sr=8-1#_">Your creativity, patience, persistence and overall emotional resilience should be publicly rewarded. No one is stronger than you. No one has felt like shit more than you. No one has been ignored and picked over more than you. Yet, you still have the emotional and physical strength to say to your guy, “Hey, Joe. Won’t you give me some time?”</a></em></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br />
<strong><a href="http://youtu.be/r5af-9uKv0Y"><span style="color: #990000;">How to Look For Love: Tip #9 Be Happy Being #2…or #3</span></a></strong><br />
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When I lived in New York, my apartment was on 110th and Central Park, which marks the end or the top of Manhattan and the beginning of Harlem. I was “seeing” a boy (note the quote marks) who would have late-night music gigs in Greenwich Village; he would call me from his cab ride home from lower Manhattan on his way home to Harlem. If he took the west side home, his cab would pass my apartment. <br />
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As soon as I saw his name on my caller ID, I assumed that he’d already been calling this girl or that girl on his way Uptown …Mya in Soho, Liana in the 40s, Karimah in the 80s and finally, Peppur on 110. I figured that in a way, even though I was actually Girl Number 2, 3, or Number 5, by the time he reached my apartment, I was clearly Girl Number 1 because I was the closest to his home.<br />
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Uh, yeah. Get the fuuudge outta here.<br />
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While I’d get dressed, rub the sleep out of my eyes and get myself downstairs to wait on the corner for his cab, I felt schizophrenic. One side of me said, ”Girl, get your ass back upstairs” while the other said, “Nooo, I need my engine oiled”. That good girl side knew there were other chicas: this particular Joe was handsome, charismatic, creative…what girl wouldn’t want this guy? (One of those sides shoulda been patting myself on the back for having such good taste!)<br />
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I just wanted him to give me some time. Isn’t it better to be one of many instead of zero of none? Who wants to be alone every night watching reruns of “I Love Lucy” while guzzling a jug of screw-top Merlot?? Not me, sister! <br />
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I thought, albeit naively, that maybe, if I held on long enough, gave it some time, I’d eventually be his number 1. <br />
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Well that never happened. But somehow, in a shitty sorta way, when my number came up, I was happy. <br />
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<em><strong>Have you been happy being less than Girl Number 1? (And by happy, I mean “not”. Unless, you actually were! Give us your secret! C'mon...share the wealth :)</strong></em><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><strong>Brown Betties Guide book now available on </strong></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Look-Love-Wrong-Places-ebook/dp/B007A2FTQQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329428569&sr=8-1#_"><span style="color: #660000;"><strong>Amazon.com</strong></span></a><span style="color: #660000;"><strong> and </strong></span><a href="http://www.brownbettiesguide.com/"><span style="color: #660000;"><strong>www.brownbettiesguide.com</strong></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-69723257069210735282012-02-16T13:40:00.000-08:002012-02-16T16:22:47.431-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">#BrownBettieism</span></strong><br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">Don’t look down when you are walking. The ground isn’t going anywhere. A Bettie knows to look forward…with a sophisticated stance.</blockquote><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brown Bettie: Marliss Amiea </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/missmarliss">@MissMarliss</a></div><br />
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Tweet It. FB It. Share It. Do It. #BrownBettieism. Add your own. Join the movement.<br />
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Over the years, the Betties have recorded ourselves for different reasons. We now have The BB-Files. Get to know the Betties.<br />
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Excerpt: <strong>"Harlem’s Awakening…" Let The Betties Begin </strong><br />
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This is the “True Hollywood Story” (as it were) behind the love affair between Joe and Harlem that plays out in the cabaret, “Harlem’s Night” performed by the Brown Betties.<br />
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<u>Chapter 10 – A Manor of Speaking</u><br />
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Harlem ran up the freshly-swept concrete stairs to her Brownstone. Before she could turn the key, the door flew open and there was little Tilda full of smiles and jumpin’ with excitement.<br />
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Tilda was tiny and looked much younger than her eighteen years. Her smooth coconut skin glistened as the sun kissed her forehead. Her fingers moved quickly as she tried to tell Harlem something.<br />
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"Slow down!” Harlem signed back to her. Tilda had been deaf since birth, but had just learned sign language only eight months ago when Harlem enrolled her in St. Augustine’s School for the Deaf.<br />
Tilda said, “The new costumes have arrived!” Now it was Harlem’s turn to jump with excitement. She and Tilda had spent weeks designing the beaded bodices of the new corsets that would debut with the new numbers for the Brown Betties’ performances.<br />
That reminded her. She had to come up with a plan, or a really good excuse that would not only explain to Cora how Harlem was the owner of a brownstone that took up half a block and was formerly known as Lady Magdalena’s Manor…and how she and Tilda were the outfit behind the sultry Brown Betties who were quickly becoming the hottest dancers outside The Cotton Club.<br />
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She and Tilda headed for the drawing room where she could see the corsets laid upon her long maple table surrounded by several high-backed chairs upholstered in dark purple satin – Harlem’s favorite color. Rich magenta curtains complemented the room in a way that always made Harlem smile. She was about to pour herself and Tilda a brandy and soda when the doorbell rang.<br />
Both women looked at each other with hunched, questioning shoulders as neither of them was expecting a visitor this evening. They both walked to the great oak door; Harlem waited while Tilda swung it open. Both their mouths dropped as they stared into the hazel eyes belonging to Honey. She carried two suitcases, a baby, and announced oddly, “I’m home!”<br />
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<em>(c)2007 Pen and Peppur LLC</em><br />
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As I stare out the huge picture window to my left to ponder <strong><span style="color:#333399;">“Harmony”</span></strong>, this month’s Gazette topic, I’m aware of the lovely blue sky that seems to rest its elbows on the forest-covered mountain-top with ridges that remind me of the indentations in my molars. Los Angeles whizzes by at street level as this café is situated at a busy crossway with roads to Highway 101 to the North and into the “glitz and glamour” of Hollywood Boulevard to the South. There’s a bit of a breeze today and the Palm trees sway with each gentle nudge. I take this all in and I think, “There is Harmony here”. Is it possible then that Harmony is merely a perception? I mean, really, how do we achieve harmony…is it something we create like a pretty mish-mashed ball of red, yellow, orange and blue PlayDough? Is it something we welcome like a friendly neighbor offering a hot cherry pie? Or … is it just outside our window? The guy behind me who just called his doctor to confirm an appointment tomorrow may not see harmony outside our window. If I was feeling ambitious today, I’d turn to him and ask his opinion…alas, I won’t because that would probably just be weird. Instead, I’ll take the harmonious feeling I’ve just acquired and pop it into a little container with a yellow plastic top to be played with whenever I might need it.</div><br /><div>Enjoy your May/June 2009 Brown Betties Gazette!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>~xo</div><div>Peppur Chambers<br /><strong>The <span style="color:#660000;">Hot </span>One</strong></div><div><a href="mailto:peppur@brownbetties.com">peppur@brownbetties.com</a></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-89362452629267941342009-06-23T13:00:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:53:37.722-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG7Q17LKy6BYVNhmKa9ipwTH6dGCxUoMbmhHT9TZXjw46R7RPp_reTDlxbsnj6f5C7cbU3FBGw_mSzYV7cRUGtS2W_o0Gu0NEclB-v28rHE_2_zLRbg6m-YiVcyA9LBL8pEOzbA/s1600-h/Nika+Williams+Comedy+Headshot+Humor+Mill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350617905726375778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG7Q17LKy6BYVNhmKa9ipwTH6dGCxUoMbmhHT9TZXjw46R7RPp_reTDlxbsnj6f5C7cbU3FBGw_mSzYV7cRUGtS2W_o0Gu0NEclB-v28rHE_2_zLRbg6m-YiVcyA9LBL8pEOzbA/s320/Nika+Williams+Comedy+Headshot+Humor+Mill.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Brown Bettie Nika Names Her Way</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Comedienne. Actor. Model. </span><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">by Peppur Chambers</span><br /><br />What’s in a name? In this case, when the name is “Nika”, you get a humble woman full of passion, determination, and a whole-lotta funny. Nika (AKA Shenika Williams) is a powerful entertainer on the rise and she’s solidly confident with knowing her current journey is leading her to the top.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#333399;">What do you love about comedy? </span></strong><br />Comedy has always been an outlet for me. Whether it is as a spectator or performer, I love to laugh and make people laugh. It's a God-given talent, and I always have to remind myself it's not about me, but how can I use this gift to bless people. During these dire times, it's important for people to laugh and know that things are going to improve. </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">What do you love about performing?</span> </strong><br />I absolutely love the instant response you get from the audience during a performance. Yes, I'm an "audience whore". When I perform I feel this unbelievable, sometimes overwhelming, wave of energy. Oh yeah, I love the lights, costumes, make up...I just love the stage. </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">When was the moment that you knew you were good at what you do? </span></strong><br />Honestly, I don't think I'm really good at stand-up comedy yet. I've only been doing it seriously for 2 years. When I study the masters, (Pryor, Martin Lawrence, Murphy), I am in awe at their impeccable timing and innate ability to make a room of people laugh at the same time. I haven't even scratched the surface. </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">Do you have a favorite club where you like to do Stand Up? What do you like about the club? Lights/mic/stage/people/nights, etc.</span> </strong><br />I don't have a favorite club. I will perform anywhere there is more than one person, a mic and a space that resembles a stage. I am always testing new material on people unbeknownst to them. Or, if I meet a character, I will mimic them in one of my bits. Comedy is a slice of life which I enjoy reinterpreting on stage. </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">What is your dream as a comedienne? </span></strong></div><div>My dream as a comedienne is to rule the world. Or if that's unattainable, touring and selling out arenas like a rock star. Eventually after touring, I will have my own sitcom which will lead to movies. Then I will take over the world for sure. Watch out Will Smith, I'm coming for you!<br /><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">What is your dream as a person?</span></strong>I have so many dreams, but my ultimate dream is for people to learn how to love and honor one another. I know that sounds cheesy, but Hey, I'm a dreamer! </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">You are from Florida originally; what have you taken from home that you've used in your performance? </span></strong></div><br /><div>I'm originally from Liberty City, one of the worst inner cities in America. Coming from a rough neighborhood, I have several childhood experiences that are not always flattering, but they're funny. When I talk about my drug-addicted uncle stealing my grandmother's frozen chicken to sell it for crack…It's awful, but nevertheless comical.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350619309979512658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBbETefUYmQGKbDGfn5IyOhSG-Jo8DF0SL4pBZ1-7pIla9197cEP1l5yqW4twGDCRfJp_mnWVb-kf-MNdDdtpL7EHTTyaHj-qFQ3luVLgecD0xbenL9iLrOA2QX5gfvQGeXKjPA/s200/Nika+Williams+middlefinger+Humor+Mill.jpg" border="0" />How do you describe your style of comedy?</span></strong><br />My style of comedy is uninhibited, energetic, smart, edgy..... It's ME! When I am onstage, the only way for me to be funny is be myself. Everyone has an opinion on how a female should be on stage. It's a double standard. But I don't censor myself if I feel like saying "Shit" 100 times, I will. I don't like to feel stagnant because when I'm not having fun, the audience isn't either. </div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>Doing Stand Up has a formula to it (my opinion), how have you learned to create and perfect your formula? Who have you studied? </strong></span><br />I have my 100 days of open mics. For 100 days, I videotape myself performing new material, then I study it. With anything, you have to study your craft. By the way, I dislike this process because I don't like to see myself on screen, but I force myself to look at it from an objective perspective. So next time I do the joke, it's more tight in the delivery, wording and timing. I've studied Pryor, Martin, Rock, Murphy, Robert Klein, and any up-and-coming comedians. I'm always studying the art of laughter. It's really an amazing thing! To make a room full of different people with different sensibilities laugh at one joke that you thought of. </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">You are also an actor and a model; how have these parts of you affected your craft? </span></strong>Stand up allows me to talk about my frustrations as a struggling actor, and annoyance with the modeling industry's strict stipulation of being super skinny. However, I am an actor first, then a model...then a stand-up comedienne. Modeling and stand up are sometimes interchangeable <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJH8nMIJVtrokiCdY_2F46713Kc_t6S7g4QQ-5-QKlElVILkLZ6SrZMQ5i9Td8mkzT8OWOV6PlTnK_kNfgg4byf3aKj48268DIlpBzTDwTQg1rFZ9cu-BejmEawB1OJlCgOiv2A/s1600-h/Nika+Williams+Blueshorts+Humor+Mill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350619722531221362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJH8nMIJVtrokiCdY_2F46713Kc_t6S7g4QQ-5-QKlElVILkLZ6SrZMQ5i9Td8mkzT8OWOV6PlTnK_kNfgg4byf3aKj48268DIlpBzTDwTQg1rFZ9cu-BejmEawB1OJlCgOiv2A/s320/Nika+Williams+Blueshorts+Humor+Mill.jpg" border="0" /></a>depending on how much I weigh at the given time. People are literally laughing at my pain! No pain, no gain right? </div><br /><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">How did you develop your stage name?</span></strong>My stage name is still a work in progress. My real name is Shenika Williams. My agent informed one day it was a little too ethnic (I wanted to tell that heifer, “Bitch, I'm Black”). So I dropped the SHE and just went by Nika which means “Victory”. Nika was also written along with a traditional abbreviation of the Greek words for Jesus Christ on the cross: ICXC NIKA, meaning “Jesus Christ Conquers”! It's all in the name! </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#333399;">What's next for you? </span></strong><br />I don't know what's next for me. I have some things I would like to happen, but it seems to always work better when I allow God to direct me. But wherever it is, it's on some next level shit times 1000.<br /><br />Peace ‘n Blessings.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">See Nika live online:<br /></span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/nikawillwww.youtube.com/nikawill1"><span style="font-size:85%;">www.myspace.com/nikawillwww.youtube.com/nikawill1</span></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Contact:</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Trust & Obey Productions</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">10907 Magnolia Blvd. Suite 461</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">North Hollywood, CA 91601</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(818) 754-0275</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-27266568858923261382009-06-23T12:49:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:52:33.247-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMuiL-x85YbAT6aH6jh-72w-MgTG1xNR0OM0kKDpoUHhaR7KevqrdVKjMVfgXlC2E4Tcodj_SJ1r1Hr-803MsxQdemPX6-MxTesp8GWhP-y1EW2OjCKNARq0Q3-w6iLGKVNged1w/s1600-h/Dad+no+mustache.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350614584159049970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMuiL-x85YbAT6aH6jh-72w-MgTG1xNR0OM0kKDpoUHhaR7KevqrdVKjMVfgXlC2E4Tcodj_SJ1r1Hr-803MsxQdemPX6-MxTesp8GWhP-y1EW2OjCKNARq0Q3-w6iLGKVNged1w/s200/Dad+no+mustache.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Father Knows Best</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By Roscoe Chambers</span><br /><br /><div></div><div><em>I'm the proud father of (you guessed it) Peppur Chambers. Our family has been in the Human Resources and owners of an Executive Search firm for several years. And because “FATHER KNOWS BEST” I’ve been asked to contribute to the award winning “Brown Betties Gazette”. I will attempt to provide pertinent information pertaining to employment search strategy for job seekers, various employment articles, and postings of open job opportunities nationwide.</em><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Greetings Readers,<br /><br />Now, let’s talk about that <strong>“Extended Inshoance” </strong>as some may call it. Let’s be clear, in a nutshell “COBRA” is extended healthcare that is offered by the company when you leave the company for whatever reasons. However, if you select COBRA you are required to pay the premium for healthcare benefits and no longer eligible to receive benefits at the reduced rates provided by your employer. At the time of termination your HR representative should provide the appropriate documents and explain the program accordingly. If you don’t receive this information ……ASK for it. COBRA is good for 18 months; however, at the end of 18 months you can request to extend the coverage.</div><br /><div><br />Having said that, our economy has obviously gone through some major hits over the last year. The new administration has taken on some major legislative changes in hopes of not only stimulating the economy, but also protecting families who have lost their jobs (or who will lose their jobs). Remember, until recently, the number one reason that families would go bankrupt was medical debt. Thus, encouraging hard-hit families to keep their medical coverage, even though they may be out of work, is a smart decision - and a meaningful one across the board.<br />But now that President O-BAM-A is in the house, he signed the new “American Recovery and Reinvestment Act (ARRA)” into law in February of this year. This is a great thing for the ever-growing number of Americans who have lost their jobs over the last year. But like most COBRA legislation, it does create more work for employers……..But who cares!<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Roscoe Chambers II is also the President of The Kennedy Group, LLC, an executive search firm that takes a broad approach in the staffing of various industries and disciplines covering levels from middle- to upper- management. Please contact him at </span></em><a href="mailto:Rchambers07@gmail.com"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Rchambers07@gmail.com</span></em></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-42008159678531531632009-06-23T12:43:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:52:03.122-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYrpLUCzZQzn8eHf1cJdIMD7HmAsQP8HPFf4_AoEpj9U0QFo83SUzIVZj6tCDL7W1GXBRNOG4znRYNHIgl4gvZWYu_sswqnYXpSTM7AeaHuEqHh7soBByWKZudJfTPItoada8Jw/s1600-h/metamorphisis+caterpillar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350612099155752226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYrpLUCzZQzn8eHf1cJdIMD7HmAsQP8HPFf4_AoEpj9U0QFo83SUzIVZj6tCDL7W1GXBRNOG4znRYNHIgl4gvZWYu_sswqnYXpSTM7AeaHuEqHh7soBByWKZudJfTPItoada8Jw/s200/metamorphisis+caterpillar.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Enterprising Bettie<br /></span></strong><br />A Journey of a Million Miles:<br />Being in Harmony with the Flow of Life<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By Sidney Gaskins</span><br /><br />Butterflies are one of my favorite creatures. Their beauty and transformation have always amazed me. Maybe it is due to the butterfly decal my Mom had in the rear window of our 1970’s Ford Station Wagon. I like to think that the process of butterflies sprouting those beautiful wings is similar to the Life of a human being.<br /><br />We all have a time when we will sprout wings. Metaphorically speaking, it comes at different times for everyone. The transformation from caterpillar to butterfly occurs without struggle or strain; it is just a part of the cycle of the caterpillar to butterfly. There are over 160,000 types of butterflies in the world, just as there are differences in people. From the beginning a caterpillar is a voracious eater consuming food, (ever read the book The Very Hungry Caterpillar?). In the next phase, it ceases to consume food and goes into a “mummy-like” state. Some caterpillars go into this phase by covering themselves with a cocoon, hiding in dirt, or simply suspend themselves from trees using a silk pad attached to a tree. Whatever way they choose, the caterpillar goes into a world of its own until it is time for it to emerge completely transformed.<br /><br />The life of a caterpillar is not unlike the Life of a human. At the beginning of Life, we take in everything from food to noises to faces. At some point, we break away and begin creating our own cocoon. It could be the cocoon of our friends, family, neighborhood, college, trade school, or job that serves to give us what we want. What happens in that cocoon can dictate our characteristics when we emerge, if we emerge at all. If the cocoon is too tight, gets damaged, or if there is an accident, the contents may be skewed, miss necessary elements, or not see the light of day. The cocoon is there to serve as a place for growth and development of the things necessary to survive in the next phase.<br /><br />Once the butterfly appears, it is miraculous and it instinctively goes on its way. Some butterflies are great navigators, flying upwards of 1800 miles to their Fall destination where they’ll meet up with others; while some stick around pollinating the plants. No matter what, each type does its job without fuss, fight, or complaint because it is in harmony with Life. For you, having harmony means your thoughts, feelings, and surroundings are in agreement. Harmony is not elusive; you can create harmony with these four ingredients:<br /><br /><div><br />1. Focus on Your Goal<br />2. Be Aware of What and Who Surrounds You<br />3. Put Your Feelings in Check<br />4. Fly, Fly, Fly<br /></div><br /><br /><div>The next thing you know you will be in the flow of Life, your wings will appear and you too, will be miraculous.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Copyright © 2006-2009</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Enterprising Life, LLC. All rights reserved.Enterprising Life, LLC. is a professional coaching and consulting enterprise that helps individuals, families, and businesses create fulfillment in life and the workplace, while achieving prosperity and productivity. </em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Contact Info: </em></span><a href="http://www.enterprisinglife.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>www.EnterprisingLife.com</em></span></a><a href="mailto:unstoppablelife@gmail.com"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>unstoppablelife@gmail.com</em></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-14785061633589566292009-06-23T12:32:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:51:45.950-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizv7NY-L_oDA3Z-yC3RC32IxdkE5fIpnB2Va1Ohtmuqt3xsBi2y99CxeKdfKkNMfKPcBF8jXIPpVXtVXd1dvHJfTzZNbLbe1boWOY1MTvmaXxiQ4uDYd3sV0927doLytL_GwsfWg/s1600-h/Shantai-Web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350610117777345570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizv7NY-L_oDA3Z-yC3RC32IxdkE5fIpnB2Va1Ohtmuqt3xsBi2y99CxeKdfKkNMfKPcBF8jXIPpVXtVXd1dvHJfTzZNbLbe1boWOY1MTvmaXxiQ4uDYd3sV0927doLytL_GwsfWg/s200/Shantai-Web.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Two Sides</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">by Shantai Nicole</span><br /><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Shantai offers her two cents on the two sides to relationships and everything that comes with 'em.</span></em></p><br /><p>How do you know if a man is truly interested?<br /><br />First, I believe that you already know when a man is interested in you. When he's interested he:<br /><br />· Calls you all the time (to the point where you rarely worry why he isn't calling)<br />· Pursues you by giving you lots of attention and compliments<br />· Wants to take you places with his friends and family<br />· He wants to both share his feelings with you, and hear and listen to your feelings (well, sometimes!)<br /><br />I'm sure you know these are the signs of a man who is truly interested.<br /><br />What I don't think you understand is, if you're looking for an answer about a man's interest level, then the question is "how do you know when a man is not really interested?" Here are some telltale signs:<br /><br />· He doesn't call often<br />· He goes for entire weekends without inviting you somewhere, or asking to be with you with out a great excuse<br />· He doesn't let you know what he's doing with his spare time (because he might be interested in or dating someone else)<br />· He talks about how he's not looking for a "serious" relationship<br /><br />Now, knowing all this, there's something that is way more important than trying to guess whether a man is interested in you.<br /><br />You could spend hours worrying as you try to get into his head and figure out what in the world he might be thinking and feeling from the time you've spent together. But why put yourself in this position? Why wait around and wonder if he'll like you? Besides, aren't men "supposed to" pursue and court the woman?<br /></p><br />Well, there's a way around worrying about all this. The way around all the guesswork is to stop guessing and instead start doing the things that always work to create intense attraction inside a man. When a man feels a deep level of attraction for a woman, all his old "logic" goes out the window. A man who used to be certain that he didn't want to be in a committed relationship, who didn't like talking on the phone, and who didn't like public displays of affection can instantly be transformed by the attraction he feels. When a man experiences a deep level of attraction for a woman, he literally can't control how he feels. Or what he does.<br /><br />Which means...<br /><br />When you do the things that are sure to make a man feel that gut-level attraction that goes deeper than just his physical attraction and desires... He'll do and try anything to be close to you. The trick here is knowing what it is that makes a man feel this kind of attraction for you. Sorry ladies, that part you are on your own about…<br /><br />I’m going to try and switch it up for you from time to time, but until next time, best to you in life and love.<br /><br />P.S. It's not the dark ages anymore. Being alive and single at this time can be a huge blessing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Shantai Nicole</em><br /><a href="http://www.ladysentertainment.com/"><em>www.LadySentertainment.com</em></a><br /><em>Twitter: LadySNM </em><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-18642822237338191972009-06-18T07:10:00.000-07:002009-06-23T18:11:58.963-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Love, Hate, Want, Need</span></strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">By Bettie Brown</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Miss Bettie Brown tells us what she loves, hates, wants or needs.<br /></span></em><br /><u>Love and Needs</u>:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/brand_hierarchy.jhtml;jsessionid=D1M435W0DG1U0CV0KRTQQAQ?brandId=Kat+Von+D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348671340557732802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40F3OU7cIhTVyK-Ke3usFGxd0KNrTXiUCNqHhTAWEjOehmEFuoRaKg7o9xr6wPZLn7ySA2ahSrRo1qQjxU3J9121Ya7GA3Lkyaf1o3Yrvc7JDojNeAhip2dW6XgEF2z3myKlYXQ/s200/Kat+Von+D.jpg" border="0" /></a>I was at <a href="http://www.sephora.com/">Sephora</a> at Hollywood & Highland looking for some foundation for a photo shoot when I came across reality star and tattoo artist, <strong>Kat Von D’s </strong>line of make up. The line looks gnarly and yummy and sassy and sultry all at once. She has a red lipstick that looks fantastic and has a wonderful name: <strong><a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/brand_hierarchy.jhtml;jsessionid=D1M435W0DG1U0CV0KRTQQAQ?brandId=Kat+Von+D"><span style="color:#660000;">Painted Love</span></a></strong><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348671557535393954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTdQGnftNRKOCjKiQVGt6SgaILi1-babYNpHkLBmyqj1D0NGAXWTT1surkavznIFX0BmzlYmRg2GtDWTq69Z7lQffiovp7bzR40tIaGlm8g4Wu5EeuYagsL05O5ISv4cn30o_Zw/s200/Painted+Love+Lipstick.jpg" border="0" />Sephora.com says: <em>"...this edgy color collection exemplifies old-Hollywood glamour with an L.A. vibe. From pin-up perfection to rocker chic, this limited-edition lineup allows you to tap into your bad-girl side and unleash your inner artist."</em> </p><p>Love that!</p><div>I was only browsing for this particular Sephora journey, so I did not road test the lipstick nor did I purchase. However, I will soon and I’ll tell you all about it because you can never have too many red lipsticks in your life. </div><br /><div>Need it!<br /></div><div>My current favorite is still <a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/product/spp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CAT168&PRODUCT_ID=310">MAC's <strong><span style="color:#660000;">"Film Noir</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#660000;">"</span></strong> topped off with <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Plush Red</strong></span> a divine gloss by <a href="http://www.nyxcosmetics.com/">NYX</a> (that I found at our favorite wig shop, "<a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/superstar-hair-studio-city">Superstar Hair</a>" on Ventura Boulevard in Studio City) . This deep moody combination makes for a perfect pout every time...especially at showtime!</div><br /><div>~Stay Bettie-licious!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-25717656748781109612009-06-18T07:07:00.001-07:002009-06-23T16:50:41.375-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtC-4bBuoen1cYDSMtekJTMlT5SIGy3l-2leWPdHXY94NmIgUFQb5ajx73GSxGrV3PNxCuE1iYrot2Y5hsgB2IjUtKf9eSodjLpbKUWpMncKk_DDimPRNNZLxAfnns7W9wu6Rmw/s1600-h/Cecy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348669255095268690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtC-4bBuoen1cYDSMtekJTMlT5SIGy3l-2leWPdHXY94NmIgUFQb5ajx73GSxGrV3PNxCuE1iYrot2Y5hsgB2IjUtKf9eSodjLpbKUWpMncKk_DDimPRNNZLxAfnns7W9wu6Rmw/s200/Cecy.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">In My Solitude</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Harmony</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By Cecilie Davis Carter</span><br /><br />I can finally say that I’ve given up my license to drive. Instead, I now have a Chauffeur. He picks me up every morning and takes me wherever I need to be. Even when there’s traffic, He gets me to my destination unscathed. Not only does He guide my every move, but He is also an amazing companion. When the weather is bad or there is loud construction on the road, He talks to me and makes me feel balanced, at ease and harmonious. I always feel comfortable in His car. He lets me vent about my problems, issues or concerns, and He gives me great advice. Sometimes when I’m down or in a bad mood, and I lash out at HIM, He forgives me. We seem to have gotten closer since I’ve been riding in His car. When I’m in trouble, it’s as if He’s always there. After we talk, I always feel happy and content. I feel like I can really depend on my chauffeur. If you don’t have His number, I’d be more than happy to give it to you. I was lucky enough to have gotten His number one day when I took a wrong turn and had to ask for directions. He’s easy to reach. If He seems like he’s busy, or not at home, just leave a message, and He will definitely get back to you. But remember you have to give up your license. There’s no room for both of you in the driver’s seat.<br /><br />In my solitude, I am full of love, peace, faith and HARMONY.<br /><br />Be Well.<br /><br />Cecilie is a writer, actor, producer living in Los Angeles<a href="http://www.rutherfordroadpictures.com/" target="_blank">http://www.rutherfordroadpictures.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-38618971074780314242009-06-18T06:46:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:48:41.593-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjom6lglnVN2TXYFNC-a7ZzNL75_iW_nPgC11yt9BttAXhhiGixDZSsXUFL409I-wqG1vYxB1cHAoZ-MZsYuV-RGfSqVtpjZdJBziFksbLPjG3o-zHgNIpVT6kHrQEVCpe7CW6MnA/s1600-h/778761_heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348664144547178226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjom6lglnVN2TXYFNC-a7ZzNL75_iW_nPgC11yt9BttAXhhiGixDZSsXUFL409I-wqG1vYxB1cHAoZ-MZsYuV-RGfSqVtpjZdJBziFksbLPjG3o-zHgNIpVT6kHrQEVCpe7CW6MnA/s200/778761_heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Brown Bettie Knows Best</span></strong><br /><br />You, my sister, have seen the lows, you’ve rolled around in the ashes of scorched heartache ready to hang yourself with a wet rope soaked in lonely crocodile tears, and yet no one has applauded you on how well you are doing at doing something wrong. Well, because I’ve been through it too, and because everyone needs a pat on the shoulder, I salute you with these tips that will remind you whole-heartedly that you are doing everything absolutely wrong to find love. I hope these little morsels of loveless encouragement will coax you down from that painful chair of desperation, give you the strength to remove your noose and smile through your snotty haze as you nod and say, “Hey! That’s what I do!”<br /><br />Ready? Let’s begin. And remember, you are not alone, my dear:<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">TIP 5</span></strong>: <u><strong>Look for love when what you want is sex</strong></u><br />If your engine hasn’t been oiled in awhile, make sure you go out on the prowl looking for love; and then be really shocked when you attract a “good mechanic”.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-48663720199260411812009-06-18T06:44:00.000-07:002009-06-23T17:06:19.929-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Harlem’s Love Story…</span></strong> </span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">For your reading enjoyment, find the ninth installment of “Harlem’s Awakening”…This is the “True Hollywood Story” (as it were) behind the love affair between Joe and Harlem that plays out in the cabaret, “Harlem’s Night” performed by the Brown Betties.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><strong>Chapter 10 – A Manor of Speaking</strong><br /><br />Harlem ran up the freshly-swept concrete stairs to her Brownstone. Before she could turn the key, the door flew open and there was little Tilda full of smiles and jumpin’ with excitement.<br /><br />Tilda was tiny and looked much younger than her eighteen years. Her smooth coconut skin glistened as the sun kissed her forehead. Her fingers moved quickly as she tried to tell Harlem something.<br /><br />“Slow down!” Harlem signed back to her. Tilda had been deaf since birth, but had just learned sign language only eight months ago when Harlem enrolled her in St. Augustine’s School for the Deaf.<br /><br />Tilda said, “The new costumes have arrived!” Now it was Harlem’s turn to jump with excitement. She and Tilda had spent weeks designing the beaded bodices of the new corsets that would debut with the new numbers for the Brown Betties’ performances.<br /><br />That reminded her. She had to come up with a plan, or a really good excuse that would not only explain to Cora how Harlem was the owner of a brownstone that took up half a block and was formerly known as Lady Magdalena’s Manor…and how she and Tilda were the outfit behind the sultry Brown Betties who were quickly becoming the hottest dancers outside The Cotton Club.<br /><br />She and Tilda headed for the drawing room where she could see the corsets laid upon her long maple table surrounded by several high-backed chairs upholstered in dark purple satin – Harlem’s favorite color. Rich magenta curtains complemented the room in a way that always made Harlem smile. She was about to pour herself and Tilda a brandy and soda when the doorbell rang.<br /><br />Both women looked at each other with hunched, questioning shoulders as neither of them was expecting a visitor this evening. They both walked to the great oak door; Harlem waited while Tilda swung it open. Both their mouths dropped as they stared into the hazel eyes belonging to Honey. She carried two suitcases, a baby, and announced oddly, “I’m home!”<br /><em><strong>(c)2007 Pen and Peppur LLC</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-41577731668891999622009-06-18T06:34:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:47:38.355-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsWGmvaWfvCWWRATeSLhrAEuFe_-iNLhyZwl3Bt4yu3KSP-tRQXlbUHcDhVFuuIFNqWR2PpjXRZmEcDrCG_nghr4kb2MiL4cbDz9N5M1dFrPx-58BkISVuhVeLQp9g1wAwWlVeg/s1600-h/vicki+mom+75th.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348661992445957474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsWGmvaWfvCWWRATeSLhrAEuFe_-iNLhyZwl3Bt4yu3KSP-tRQXlbUHcDhVFuuIFNqWR2PpjXRZmEcDrCG_nghr4kb2MiL4cbDz9N5M1dFrPx-58BkISVuhVeLQp9g1wAwWlVeg/s200/vicki+mom+75th.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Momma Said</span></strong> <div><span style="font-size:85%;">by Vicki Rogers (My momma)</span></div><br /><div></div><div><strong>Harmony.</strong><br /><br />I’ve just returned from the movies where I got my Trekkie fix. I love Star Trek! This particular film is great and made me think about my article for this month because I am in Harmony!<br />Let’s stop for a moment (before we begin). “Harmony”--- what an interesting word in our English language. Language has always fascinated me as language is a culture’s galaxy. The choice of one word over another guides our trajectory as we fly through our cultural cosmos. … … simply … fascinating.<br /><br />Ok. To achieve Harmony at least two things have to come together as a cohesive unit. A duet or chorus, as it were. Things that once joined, seem like they had never been separate. Like peanut butter and jelly, movies and surround sound, and showers and shampoo:<br /><br />~It’s great to have a harmonious PB & J sandwich, thus not causing gas to the consumer.<br /><br />~It’s marvelous when, even though I waited in a long line at the box office, I stimulated the economy and got my “Trek” on with fabulous surround sound.<br /><br />~It’s fantastic how showers and shampoos can make the world of difference in bringing harmony into a household. Yes, my guy just returned from the dreaded hygiene-forsaken annual fishing trip, or the week long “ManFest” as I like to call it. It’s a week of rollin’ with the guys, void of water unless they are pulling a fish out of it. However in search of a harmonious reunion, my guy stripped at the door and headed for the bathroom after a quick pat on the back and peck on the cheek. No screaming required and I really enjoyed that! </div><br /><div>Do not mistake harmony for a lateral word. This word is a metaphor for growth within any relationship. It not only suggests success but achieves it. Harmony’s mobility is upward and it implies or requires cooperation which is, itself a positive action…just like going to see Star Trek!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-60357241584048344792009-04-15T23:43:00.000-07:002009-06-18T07:39:58.277-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9CfIcK2TXlk9XU3WUrTOREUvWx7sC373UrdulgAd2X_-ZdvbMDV-l5wwFrlJ_JGG4_4_OI8qhUcLV2Xsx8Ed1NM1dXYrIfAfwe5TumkoEslI5q91ZvMCNyhAfSGE3WCeazNeqw/s1600-h/Peppur+BB+Editor+pic"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325346831037541218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9CfIcK2TXlk9XU3WUrTOREUvWx7sC373UrdulgAd2X_-ZdvbMDV-l5wwFrlJ_JGG4_4_OI8qhUcLV2Xsx8Ed1NM1dXYrIfAfwe5TumkoEslI5q91ZvMCNyhAfSGE3WCeazNeqw/s320/Peppur+BB+Editor+pic" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Editor’s Edict</span></strong><br /><br />Have you ever given advice and then realized you didn’t take the very advice you doled out? I’m guilty of that! The other night I was complaining to friends that I was upset the <a href="http://www.brownbetties.com/">Cabaret</a> wasn’t further along and that I was a bad business woman because I still need funding and blah blah. Now, by telling my friends I needed help, I was able to <u>receive</u> help, but I’m not particularly happy with how the request poured out of my mouth. I was not coming from a place a joy – i.e. I wasn’t rejoicing in how well I’ve done these past three years with the Cabaret…I wasn’t looking at the positive side in what I HAVE, I was looking at what I DON’T HAVE. I forgot to rejoice. So now, I’m gonna take a moment to do just that. I’m at a <a href="http://www.saborycultura.com/">café</a> (my “office”) working on the Gazette and RUN DMC and Aerosmith’s song, “<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omzU33a8FF4">Walk This Way</a>” is playing…please hold while I dance in the aisles for a moment of rejoicing....! (OK, I’m back. I was too chicken. I got up and strutted to the bathroom to the beat of the song and pretended to dance. Close enough.)<br /><br /><div>I encourage you to find your own way of <strong><span style="color:#990000;">rejoicing</span></strong> this month (and beyond). Feel free to start by enjoying this month's Gazette! You'll find all the great stuff, per usual. Our Brown Bettie is LeShay Tomlinson Boyce (a revival in honor of her 1-yr anniversary of marriage); our Bad Boy is funny man, Rodney Perry. Tanya Alexander-Henderson keeps us fluid with her poetry, "My Life, My Way"; our tax advisor, Baadja-Lyne Ouba offers more tips for Home Owners in "Unzipped". My dad tells you throw a party to find work in "Father Knows Best" while my mom reminisces about some fluffy Easter Chicks in "Momma Said". For the Bettie in you, don't forget to check out Tip #3 on how to keep looking for love in all the wrong places in "Brown Bettie Knows Best", and peruse some lovely lingerie in the "Love, Hate, Want, Need" article. Keena Ferguson offers her last installment on her trip to see President Obama in “Brown Bettie Beautifully” and Cecilie Davis Carter tells you look at the bright side "In My Solitude". And if you're feelin' down, take advice from Sidney Gaskin in "Enterprising Bettie". (I did!) After all that, sit back and chill with the tenth fiction installment of "Harlem's Awakening".<br /><br />Happy April my friends!</div><div>xo<br />The Hot One</div><div>peppur@brownbetties.com</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-11270816173607966892009-04-15T23:41:00.000-07:002009-04-16T13:34:35.000-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPJxFJ0mZ6kzfgpeqgTcUmzAsLIjnx0P7LK1ks-lemdEPD8J379EmkFVcgmFpyt9W5MCvmdg-Y1cnzX9hnJj054fhH47EUIiuSFaPW8xFb3ACi2qHlBdltpgLJch2FTi0tvCjWw/s1600-h/leshay+jeans.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234789624859644434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPJxFJ0mZ6kzfgpeqgTcUmzAsLIjnx0P7LK1ks-lemdEPD8J379EmkFVcgmFpyt9W5MCvmdg-Y1cnzX9hnJj054fhH47EUIiuSFaPW8xFb3ACi2qHlBdltpgLJch2FTi0tvCjWw/s320/leshay+jeans.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">A Brown Bettie Becomes Her Dream</span></strong> </span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">by Peppur Chambers</span> </div><div><strong>LeShay ("Mad Energy") Tomlinson Boyce<br />Actor. Newlywed. Bonus Momma</strong> </div><div><br /> </div><div>Miss <a href="http://www.leshayonline.com/">LeShay </a>and I met years ago in Chicago's former upscale hot spot, the <a href="http://www.planet99.com/chicago/restaurants/shark_bar.html">Shark Bar</a> where she was a waitress--rather, I'd like to say she was the self-appointed "Maitre'D Mamma-Hostess With The Mostess" of a grand par-tay. Were it not for her required server uniform, I imagine LeShay would have worked the deep mahogany room in a crisp, white Dior party dress with a dry martini in one hand and a delicate mini-quiche in the other...all while graciously smiling at her guests like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AViDM0L59yM&feature=related">Mr. Roarke on Fantasy Island</a>. Most times, LeShay was the primary reason my crew and I would return night after night because she made me feel so welcome. LeShay was also one of the first of my Chicago friends to declare that she was moving to LA to act in film. I remember thinking, "Wow! For real?" I, myself, was headed to New York to sing, but to act in LA...now that was somethin'. Today, LeShay, a native of Queens, NY and an eight-year transplant to Los Angeles is a <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0866853/">working actor</a> and a newlywed which not only elevated her status to that of "Mrs.", but also placed her on a new throne of motherhood. Even with all these titles that bring on a new set of responsibilities and demands, she remains as gracious and talented as ever. Recently I saw her on stage at the Hollywood Black Film Festival (HBFF) Storyteller Competition where she acted in a scene from Derek Lively's finalist screenplay, "The Nigga", about an out-of-work Shakespearean actor who transforms into a gangsta rapper and becomes a star. While playing a grounded, yet sassy, strong-willed executive who'd been wrongly accused, her graciousness towards the other actor, <a href="http://www.davebianchi.com/">David Bianchi</a>, as well as the command of her craft had the audience suspended on her every word. (As a result, this screenplay also won the competition!)<br /><br />Ultimately, Mrs. LeShay Tomlinson Boyce knows how to ENTERTAIN and anyone that knows her, whether professionally or socially, will say the same.<br /></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#000066;">LeShay, I've been wondering something: I tend to pronounce your name <em>Lah</em>-Shay and sometimes I hear you see <em>Lee</em>-Shay. Which is it, please?</span> </span></strong><br /></span>It’s technically LeeeeeShay. That’s the name my mother gave me– when I started school my teachers would add the jazzy French pronunciation Lahchez, and I didn’t bother to correct them because I liked that too. LeeeShay is reserved for family. </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="color:#000066;">As actors, we are constantly being defined, undefined, redefined...How do you define yourself these days? If at all?</span><br /></span></strong>For the first time in my career, I’m not defining myself as just an Actor. Which is really a nice change – I’m now a real grown up, with responsibilities – it’s really something. So now I define myself as a GAW – a GROWN ASS WOMAN!<br /><br /></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YT0qTQGAbBpPdXXnaVA4_biEFkrTBV-78ghjpSZyb34OsHRUiImBF5Qqi6e9amUcv4-p8vjbLvJN6QsbYS8UiqA6zQFKurSxQO-pH-vZLf8UiTyTt_HovtKTPQO49bq7UBnQmQ/s1600-h/Trapped+in+Closet+-+Kathy.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234785799884906050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="99" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YT0qTQGAbBpPdXXnaVA4_biEFkrTBV-78ghjpSZyb34OsHRUiImBF5Qqi6e9amUcv4-p8vjbLvJN6QsbYS8UiqA6zQFKurSxQO-pH-vZLf8UiTyTt_HovtKTPQO49bq7UBnQmQ/s200/Trapped+in+Closet+-+Kathy.png" width="160" border="0" /></a>What's your next project?</span></strong><br />Well now that my former employer’s been acquitted of all charges, maybe “KATHY” from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trapped_in_the_Closet#Chapter_1">‘Trapped in the Closet’ </a>will appear in Chapters 50 – 100 of the next installment. :)<br />KIDDING. </div><br /><div>But seriously, I currently have two AFI (American Film Institute) films traveling the festival circuit, the comedy “The Lutheran” and the drama “Stitches”.<br /></div><div>Editor's note 4/09: LeShay is in Elite Delta Force 3 also; <a href="http://www.elitedeltaforce3.com/">http://www.elitedeltaforce3.com/</a><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;">What is your biggest dream?</span></strong><br />Receiving the Tony Award for my 1 Woman Show on Broadway directed by Meryl Streep.<br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Do you have any re-occurring dreams? If so, tell us! If not, why do you think that is?</span></strong><br /></div><div>YES! It’s the one where I start chewing a piece of gum that gets bigger and bigger, and every time I try to pull it out, there’s more and more gum in my mouth. I think it means, I have a lot to say and I NEED TO JUST SPIT IT OUT! </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;">What scared you today - literally or figuratively?</span></strong><br />The thought of my in-laws coming. </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">In my opinion, you are a person that creates synergies --whether you are making your famous tuna salad or whether you are on the big screen. How do you maintain this mad energy?</span> </strong></span></div><div>Wow. Thank you. Actually it’s genetic. And God on the inside of me.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235868064734050434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7S61M5vghwMjzm6L-jhByyuUdxWU3A1yIrCJ0pQ2wWd1Px5yGnTW07TKvi4sWDFTzddZgNPZB7qlY-EaHPWvfQHOuIXpTMzfXs3ECQh5fB6JTT33QYDJ4SEbqK8AHdG8TEzd7Q/s320/LeShay+bamboo+2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26E_1WmYujh8dRHmBikhECrW6O9JHkMHCr0wpvwC3oyCbgtTqy-ZR-w0u3g3wHvR03arZVS1PAXpKU3B7uh_dYxUaTIOUAHXLxIKi49zTsIbKuSJgz1FFeAxU-g0y4jXQtaGdyA/s1600-h/LeShay+and+Ro+Dancin.jpg"></a><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>You were married recently (4/08) in Mexico to a wonderful man. Do you remember the day? If so, what stood out the most for you? </strong><br /></span>The overwhelming feeling of Joy –It was the happiest I’ve ever felt.<br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I became a stepchild around the same age as your "new kids"; what's the best thing you have learned from them so far?</span> </strong></span><br />And I like to say “Bonus”, instead of Step – Step sounds so……not positive.<br />So you ask, what’s the best thing I’ve learned from my bonus children……PATIENCE.<br /></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">What advice would you give your step-daughter as she grows to become her own Brown Bettie?</span><br /></strong></span>Wait.<br />Don’t rush in to anything….Think before you act.<br />And don’t call/text him, if he likes you give him the opportunity to pursue you. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">There's a classic Peanuts book titled</span>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Happiness-Puppy-Peanuts-Charles-Schulz/dp/1933662077/ref=pd_bbs_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1218818977&sr=8-3">"Happiness Is A Warm Puppy"</a> <span style="color:#000066;">(Charles Schulz' first book). It sites random stuff that makes a person happy, like, "Happiness is a blank piece of paper". Fill in the blank. </span></strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">"</span>Happiness Is FORGIVENESS."<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.leshayonline.com/">http://www.leshayonline.com/</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-60170870264285893932009-04-15T23:39:00.000-07:002009-04-16T11:54:26.503-07:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYBGanEexuy_WzDscQ_vVlfG9Ft8J82G3XjkSJJLc5d_ymgn38sXUXTGGB_FaH5kIx2p7Ad15LeOwmYUDjzgdX85G9P2d7-Rvz8FC0XuN2d2zmQI5JCk3oTZkQbH0SKT142G4TQ/s1600-h/Dad+new.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325175630548478482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYBGanEexuy_WzDscQ_vVlfG9Ft8J82G3XjkSJJLc5d_ymgn38sXUXTGGB_FaH5kIx2p7Ad15LeOwmYUDjzgdX85G9P2d7-Rvz8FC0XuN2d2zmQI5JCk3oTZkQbH0SKT142G4TQ/s320/Dad+new.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><font color="#990000" size="4">Father Knows Best </font></strong><br /><font size="2">By Roscoe Chambers</font></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><em><font size="2">I'm the proud father of (you guessed it) Peppur Chambers. Our family has been in the Human Resources and owners of an Executive Search firm for several years. And because “FATHER KNOWS BEST” I’ve been asked to contribute to the award winning “Brown Betties Gazette”. I will attempt to provide pertinent information pertaining to employment search strategy for job seekers, various employment articles, and postings of open job opportunities nationwide.<br /></font></em><br /><br />Greetings,<br /></div><br /><div>Out of work? No worry. In this segment of “Father knows best” I want to give you the 411 on a topic that is never ending when you find yourself unemployed: the personal makeover from the “OLD you to the NEW you”.<br /></div><br /><div><strong><u>1. Give Yourself a Makeover </u></strong><br />After a relationship breakup the majority of people lose weight, get in better shape, buy some new clothes and start looking their best in order to attract a new mate. You need to do the same to attract a new job. You need a positive attitude now more than ever. Your day-to-day life is about to change. Start off with this change on the right foot by feeling terrific about yourself. Most people who have been in a relationship or on a job for awhile let themselves fall into personal habits that can degrade their appearance. Get out and have a manicure and haircut – maybe even a new style. Make sure you can dress sharp for meeting people. Spending money is not the first thing to do when you are out of work; yet, if you can afford just a few new shirts or outfits for meetings and interviews, they are an investment and will pick up your attitude. In addition, any old colleagues or associates you might bump into will see the new energized you. Make a new impression and they will keep you in mind when they hear of an opening. Everyone wants to make a good hire recommendation. </div><br /><div><br /><u><strong>2. Get Your Picture Taken </strong></u><br />After your makeover get a great head shot or two of yourself and make sure you are smiling. Get copies and place one where you will see it every day -- such as on your refrigerator. </div><br /><div><br /><strong><u>3. Become Searchable </u></strong><br />If you don’t already have a MySpace or Facebook page, or a website, get them. Gear your pages to be professional rather than personal. Spell out your skills and accomplishments. Use that new picture of yourself. Make sure people can leave you messages. </div><br /><div><br /><strong><u>4. Create a Hard Copy Portfolio </u></strong><br />This is a one-or two-pager about you similar to a resume though with your picture and a bit more pizzazz. Make 25 copies and place them inside a nice simple folder. Again include a picture of yourself and make sure they contain all of your contact information. Also start working on your resume. </div><br /><div><br /><strong><u>5. Write Some Testimonials about Yourself<br /></u></strong>Write something about yourself that is a testament to your skills and abilities. These can be one or two sentences each. Make a different testimonial for each of your friends and associates. Customize these so that each of them will be aware of what they are attesting to and have them sign a hard copy. </div><br /><div><br /><strong><u>6. Throw a Party </u></strong><br />That’s right. Call all your friends and associates and let them know you are having an “unemployment” party. This does not have to be elaborate.<br />Be the host of the party with a great attitude. Let everyone know you are job hunting and be clear about what types of work you will accept.<br />Have your guests sign your personal testimonials. Showing everyone that you are not sitting around sulking; this will impress them and they will want to help you. </div><br /><div><br /><strong><u>7. Start Taking People to Lunch </u></strong><br />Look for possible employers. Search the companies within travel distance of your home. Contact a relevant manager or CEO and call them with an offer for lunch. Let them know you would like to do a brief interview for a web article you are writing. Get their contact information and have ten questions prepared about their business. Question could pertain to the current climate in their industry, their growth and hiring status, their long term plans, and how long they have been with the company and their background. Make sure you have included copies of each of your testimonials in your portfolio and hand a portfolio to the person at the end of lunch.<br />Take notes and write a brief few paragraphs about the interview and post them on your website, MySpace, or Facebook page. Send each person a hand written thank you note with an invitation to visit the page and read the article. </div><br /><div><br />Follow up with an email letting them know that you are seeking employment and ask them to keep their ears open. Say in touch with these people every few weeks with a purposeful email for example to let them know what comments you have received on their interview article.<br />Getting away from staring at the Internet job sites and out of the house into the business world on a regular basis will keep you from becoming a daytime television junkie. Do as many of these lunches as you can afford. If you cannot afford the lunches, ask for on-site interviews and go to them.<br /></div><br /><div>This is a great way to connect and network. You will be learning about your industry and specific companies and you will be making contacts that could last you a lifetime and land you a job.</div><br /><div><br /><em><font size="2">Roscoe Chambers II is also the President of The Kennedy Group, LLC, an executive search firm that takes a broad approach in the staffing of various industries and disciplines covering levels from middle- to upper- management. Please contact him at </font></em><a href="mailto:Rchambers07@gmail.com"><em><font size="2">Rchambers07@gmail.com</font></em></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-46479106859946965172009-04-15T23:38:00.002-07:002009-04-16T11:54:35.237-07:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3MPqX6MJAy4nQ1XGQP-frsLLuDUBLYZPls0hJglCkqaumGJyBJbsZBqx92s2OfiHGlQMib4Hj9Io1hYJc_7QmBWvWjOn6eR09VFmuFBk8NDvbAQHwtodgK3HRKUMoR8SKICeRA/s1600-h/girl-surfing07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325353961589484962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3MPqX6MJAy4nQ1XGQP-frsLLuDUBLYZPls0hJglCkqaumGJyBJbsZBqx92s2OfiHGlQMib4Hj9Io1hYJc_7QmBWvWjOn6eR09VFmuFBk8NDvbAQHwtodgK3HRKUMoR8SKICeRA/s200/girl-surfing07.jpg" border="0" /></a><font size="4"><strong><font color="#990000">Enterprising Bettie</font></strong> </font><br /><strong>Staying on the Ride of Life<br />3 Actions to Overcome Circumstances<br /></strong><font size="2">By Sidney Gaskins </font><br /><br /><br /><div><em>“The people and circumstance around me do not make me what I am, they reveal who I am” </em><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_Schlessinger"><em>Laura Schlessinger</em></a><em><br /></em></div><br /><br /><div>Circumstances are often thought to be the overwhelming factors in decisions and choices. Maybe this will be good news for some, circumstances are simply “accessory facts or details” that we often give undue credence. In the current “economic” state, we are bombarded with circumstances: unemployment rates, high prices, fear of “x” happening. Right now, there are few conversations for having life be a blessing regardless of the circumstances. Life is just one circumstance after another, each day hands us circumstance after circumstance. How do you manage to live through them and come out as a diamond? In this season of renewal, take these 3 actions to heart and repeat them regularly:<br /><br /><strong><u>1. Relax </u></strong><br />Often when we are in the middle of the storm or circumstance the tension is unbelievable, frustration is high, and it is hard to see our way out. Find a place of quiet, which may mean turning off the television, radio, cell phone, computer, and refusing company to gather your thoughts. Relaxing will allow you to let the racing in your mind to slow down, it will quiet the voices, and release any emotions that have been bottled up. Once you allow yourself to relax you can begin to clearly create a plan of action.<br /><br /><strong><u>2. ReGroove</u></strong><br />ReGrooving is the process of planning to do something that is different from what you have been doing. Here you take stock of your abilities, what talents you possess, all of the resources at your disposal. Yes, it includes finances, people, jobs, etc. The new actions you will take may be radical and unexpected; they will take courage and planning, and will move you to a new level of responsibility, freedom, joy, and peace. This is where you begin to purge the old and produce new blossoms. As a part of this process you will begin to see all you have which will lead you into the last, but most important step.<br /><br /><strong><u>3. Rejoice</u></strong><br />In hard times or in circumstances when you do not see the light at the end of the tunnel, the simple principle of Thanks is necessary. Why rejoice last? To rejoice you have to be able to see what you already have, if you never stop to see it, you will never appreciate it enough to “be gladdened”. The word “rejoice” is a verb, which means it is active, you cannot rejoice passively. Be glad that you have the opportunity to move your life to another level, be glad that you have the people around you, be glad that you have a voice to speak, be glad that you have a mind to create, and you will be amazed at how your circumstances become a stepping stone.<br /><br />Circumstances are a part of Life, let them be a part of building what you want and allow them to reveal the diamond within.</div><br /><br /><div><font size="2"><em>Copyright © 2006-2009<br />Enterprising Life, LLC. All rights reserved.<br />Enterprising Life, LLC. is a professional coaching and consulting entity that helps individuals, families, and businesses create fulfillment in life and the workplace, while achieving prosperity and productivity.<br /></em></font><a href="http://www.enterprisinglife.com/"><font size="2"><em>www.EnterprisingLife.com</em></font></a></div><br /><div><a href="mailto:unstoppablelife@gmail.com"><font size="2"><em>unstoppablelife@gmail.com</em></font></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-84668997378140495522009-04-15T23:38:00.001-07:002009-04-16T11:54:43.879-07:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZ-MNRGrDuVgz64sDedDxzuwkWgguh2w1qVSycMzqSit-3wws_VGvjlK1Bu_VuJByQPyG-1sVHauqXTiQiNeWvhroSrM4oiL655meh2Bb8T7giDvi-zgCcuaVnyhvLt0dNIbDyA/s1600-h/Keena+Inauguration+flag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355669705188770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZ-MNRGrDuVgz64sDedDxzuwkWgguh2w1qVSycMzqSit-3wws_VGvjlK1Bu_VuJByQPyG-1sVHauqXTiQiNeWvhroSrM4oiL655meh2Bb8T7giDvi-zgCcuaVnyhvLt0dNIbDyA/s200/Keena+Inauguration+flag.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><font color="#990000" size="4">Brown Bettie Beautifully</font></strong><br /><br /><em>Our Brown Bettie Keena traveled to President Obama’s Inauguration in Washington, DC and kept a small diary. Here is Day 3 of her travels: </em><br /><br />Day 3:<br />My Godmother dropped us off and we were all bundled up with our coats on top of coats, boots, scarves, and small personal items because you couldn’t bring big items into the ceremony. As we got closer downtown the subway filled up so much that we became real live sardines on the subway car. I mean seriously we were all pushed together in closer proximity than you normally want to be, but again everyone’s spirits were in high excitement and there was no complaining, because what…we were going to the Inauguration! When we finally got to our stop and got off the swarm of people was amazing. As Ajamu pointed out it looked like liquid people. We walked to our section and the line was already ridiculous. We got in the midst of the crowd and people were talking and laughing but were definitely feeling the cold weather. They weren’t opening the doors to the actual lawn of the ceremony till like 8:30am and it was just 6:15am. After what seemed like a long time I realized it was only 7:30am and I was literally freezing. I bought some hand warmers from another woman standing in line and at this point everything was freezing on me and all of these millions of people were not creating any type of body heat whatsoever. I looked at Ajamu and said, I’m not sure if I can make it.” I was completely freezing and I still had another hour to wait and then still had to stand outside for the ceremony for another couple of hours. Now let’s see that equals out to at least another four hours and I honestly didn’t know if I would make it. There was no sun just freezing temperatures. There was the comedy of people trying to cut in line and this white girl beside us trying to start her own rally/protest yelling at them, “Don’t cut the line, don’t cut the line,” repeatedly but she herself was too afraid to go over and say anything. Finally, another woman did and she chanted and cheered for her bravery although she only wanted to chant from the sidelines and watched other people actually say something. Needless to say I stuck it out for hope, for inspiration, for history, and for the love of President Obama. (He owes me one) So they finally let us in and because we didn’t get in line the night before like others we had to stand but fortunately the sun came out and was right over us and I started to warm up some. Well now Ajamu was freezing and getting a little irritable but the lady who sold us the hand warmers gave us some foot warmers for free. </div><br /><br /><div><br />The crowd of people was just more than words and everyone was anticipating this moment. One woman passed out in front of us because she had not eaten and was a diabetic but after almost 10 minutes finally the paramedics came but aside from that there were no real issues. (Oh and they only had 500 port a potties for a million people) Finally, the ceremony began with some music and children’s choir (but it honestly wasn’t that interesting) I think they should have a dj for the ceremony so people can dance and it would have kept us warm. Finally government people began to arrive and once Vice President Dick Cheney, President Bush and Mrs. Laura Bush arrived you heard a thunderous Booooooooo. I was almost embarrassed and felt sad for them but then I realized that is the least they deserve after the state of this country. One man even yelled out, “You ruined our country.” I must agree with him on that one. The ceremony itself happened with not much to do but then President Obama raised his hand and took the oath and people screamed, cheered, cried and rejoiced for the new day that was beginning. In that moment everyone for miles around became one voice, one connected spirit as we all were happy to be there to be able to witness this momentous occasion and we knew that we were a part of something that you could never take away from us. That was it; that was all that was written; Barack Obama was officially the President of the United States of America and people of all colors, ethnic backgrounds, and various religious faiths had troubled far and wide to support and put their faith in this man and what he can do for our country. I was so proud that day to be an American and to be a part of something spectacular.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><font size="2">Keena Ferguson is a Los Angeles-based actor who has also co-produced and written her first short film, KAI. She plays "HATE" in Harlem's Night Cabaret. Learn more at </font><a href="http://www.keenaferguson.com/"><font size="2">www.keenaferguson.com</font></a><font size="2"> </font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-60845203741403299082009-04-15T23:37:00.000-07:002009-04-16T13:38:09.354-07:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMR-oZPV_w8NzX6fh6CKz0PQGWYScqfVTCePGhoXawUAnDXn8F7ikqas8B17rAM1qTEDDojEqf6lSfxqrfEYYWVlfL04zI8X_sTx05GuHAXAgTJBi7ZjGBfPJmWqC1886xpVmqlg/s1600-h/Love-Demi-Bra+Agent+Provocateur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325358015478333634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMR-oZPV_w8NzX6fh6CKz0PQGWYScqfVTCePGhoXawUAnDXn8F7ikqas8B17rAM1qTEDDojEqf6lSfxqrfEYYWVlfL04zI8X_sTx05GuHAXAgTJBi7ZjGBfPJmWqC1886xpVmqlg/s200/Love-Demi-Bra+Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Love, Hate, Want, Need</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By Bettie Brown</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Miss Bettie Brown tells us what she loves, hates, wants or needs. </em><br /></span><br />Like many, I’m a girl that likes to be waaarrrm when she goes to sleep. That means I’m jumping into bed in green and yellow flowered flannel PJ’s, a long-sleeved T-shirt and red wool socks. That’s not sexy, and I know it.<br /><br />Sure I want to wear lacy thongs and demi-bras and garters and such…but really, sometimes it’s all just too much. I need to be a grown up and just STOP IT with the cotton bras, boy shorts and tank tops, even though they are sooo comfortable. “Comfort” is no longer a viable excuse especially since I don’t have any particular aversion to girly stuff; I love how beautiful lingerie looks on me and rejoice in its residual effects. When I realize this, I hate that I don’t even make an effort to treat myself (and my BF) to something nicer!<br /><br />It’s time to change.<br /><br />I love vintage and have one night gown I will start wearing at least once a month. It is a long flowing sheer white gown that belonged to my Grams… As she gave it to me and I held it up to her, I remember saying, “Grandma, it’s so see through!” She said, “Doesn’t matter, you don’t keep it on for long!” (Yippeee!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RJk0gR96pWgX60BxBuHdOv5c8IaizaQVpcFmbBcpN45N-XduEsAej3allOXWGiRlYTIODre4FXIfuePFQ4TUFUgzArvJsGIfQvefVq_ZUYLPmBLQFANJBgRoWDR0ilpuyYWZLw/s1600-h/Agent+Provocateur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325362731473463346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RJk0gR96pWgX60BxBuHdOv5c8IaizaQVpcFmbBcpN45N-XduEsAej3allOXWGiRlYTIODre4FXIfuePFQ4TUFUgzArvJsGIfQvefVq_ZUYLPmBLQFANJBgRoWDR0ilpuyYWZLw/s200/Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Next, I went shopping online at my favorite store, <a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/">Agent Provocateur</a>. These items are in my virtual shopping basket, to be purchased at a later date:<br /><br />$160 <a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/grace/info/bra/black">Love demi bra</a> (Gorgeous!)<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325357857765782802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEWxcjqAdZRrFM28ejZLvSBCLA_wc8rois9SgZiAqYzqH6GaG-_Kfk2FtQZV5oIic92iCw_OuBTBr00sbWDvrz6RtsTJjLWMwGATyCXCsZRtGEu8i5477T6fPun3ij4SanHUdBA/s200/Love-Demi-Bra+Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" /><br />$170.00 <a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/grace/info/bra/black">Grace</a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325357342680744114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tr1dRzuC6H5XtvyocnpeY2oKgY6jGMMX2Qr3W_Xl4NlbgxcE8A9zYBDgOe2voWaEil3oWEsZ40nazxeT28YeoiF9XsLFrqpCZm8t0wY-AM5_HV72govQPpZ9C7UIJNkRCcOuig/s200/Grace-Bra+Agent+Provavateur.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/nicola/info/bra/white"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325358236456834994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0q18qG-DbH251AokQ264nknfVbCsHjQDmXQLdvCvNked7il_YC0iYzAHZIwmFTHW3dDPVzzNVpyDDfiNCCw8qjJASMcoExKtomRJKRwpKZqjVPclG-flhnoCVxEC8rzpQGxHT-A/s200/Nicola-Bra+Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" />Nicola</a> Bra $150 (sweet 'n cute)<br />$90 <a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/nicola/info/thong/white">Nicola Thong</a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xRDG4ccq4c_DleZYuJANfpoUXsYydRez9zmvNq334KPHLObbKqZKHQ9gUOhfPEeyfjC7GlXyfiRraGOIKTDhEWbkyCp00tSvp6DDlX2iAFKxc2tpYOWvr2AWwILr6VpGsVhEUw/s1600-h/Nicola-Thong+Agent+Provocateur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325358812033604466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xRDG4ccq4c_DleZYuJANfpoUXsYydRez9zmvNq334KPHLObbKqZKHQ9gUOhfPEeyfjC7GlXyfiRraGOIKTDhEWbkyCp00tSvp6DDlX2iAFKxc2tpYOWvr2AWwILr6VpGsVhEUw/s200/Nicola-Thong+Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>$180 <a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/faran/info/bra/chocolate">Faran</a> Bra <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359529439312866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqN1R_KAH_ecRVMID48PY6rH4XejIHiHSzQMbv5qqHDWi1VVII5mQ30aIewiqrfYEUPgpUM70rMr_eQYRJ22k5rkvulgPrpgZNY55HH1vaPE4d4qWF_Gu7unDP-ry4Yk1aJzXmw/s200/Faran-Bra+Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" /><br />$250 <a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/faran/info/waspie/chocolate">Faran Waspie</a> (cool!) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359827022827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0Hr88VXI900Bx6Sg0sy-v8DqpSDhApcmlw4iadxJ1baMez8Okorf2dxoHVouxm3oZbLCGsSs9edgld2weornz2AUR7NRmBxRwJdluE3dyYkN9jXaVRDtTIgm7aZ3cMkmWr4XDA/s200/Faran-Waspie+Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" /><br />$170 <a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/sirens/jacqueline/info/bra/black">Jacqueline</a> – </div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(would rock this under a wife-beater or a vintage slip!)</span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325360270709506274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HB1c7lezZonm3SCKH3_ZyMcwGYf11UL1QhkjFid8-jhoFEKM9qP2qCGN6EKJjO6UfaZCeGsGPHpvzTs4OJf4Kde0w9mjjxqze_1EVlrN6kE9EMwLvf9DZU4n5KsrfJ9x3TlYUg/s200/Jacqueline-Bra+Agent+Provocateur.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>I look forward to having a better lingerie life! Good luck with your own. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-947035943906253652009-04-15T23:34:00.000-07:002009-04-16T11:54:58.910-07:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQbvT-e-amPnD-7ADjx6S8OMNBv_OPnFE7Nu_bVcowHixcHpWwSrdcxxLQWD3ks0SFE2-0fs5gRzqrO3J01e8-BFjBcEN2gQ6EYJIpZhuzkUMkwr6vybvShhZcHLYXD2S2TARcQ/s1600-h/Cecy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325174322430948242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQbvT-e-amPnD-7ADjx6S8OMNBv_OPnFE7Nu_bVcowHixcHpWwSrdcxxLQWD3ks0SFE2-0fs5gRzqrO3J01e8-BFjBcEN2gQ6EYJIpZhuzkUMkwr6vybvShhZcHLYXD2S2TARcQ/s200/Cecy.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><font color="#990000" size="4">In My Solitude</font></strong><br /><br /><strong>I understand</strong><br /><font size="2">By Cecilie Davis Carter</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>In my solitude, I understand that it’s not easy in the world right now. I realize that people are losing their homes. I know that money is tight and every month it’s a mystery how the mortgage will be paid. I get how it would be easy to fall into a sorrow-filled river and wonder when you will set your feet on dry land again. Trust me, I understand. But what I don’t understand is how easy it is for us to focus on what we don’t have versus cultivating what we do. We may not have the same financial security that we had this time last year, but we still have friends and family. We may not be able to take a vacation this year, but we have our health. We may not have the career we want, but Faith is free, and if you don’t have that I suggest you start looking for it ASAP. In my solitude, I remind myself that we must remember that the true feelings of love, joy and happiness come from the inside. Once that’s attained, everything else will follow suit. God will never give us more than we can handle. We will all get through this. Let’s just remember what’s REALLY important. And that is: To Rejoice. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Be well.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-72245884342234168422009-04-15T23:30:00.000-07:002009-04-16T13:35:47.068-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">The Spotlight</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuobp_F3aVFFWAdNanbVLtTsDWbLiFhyphenhyphenqk1U3Fdke22DBUJ65m6SKyBjLHF-QH2vBCOVKuz0fWJd088-Nt4GFm01fCrpdLPTQ-75f1u9LSk1fc9N_-6ixOdL1GTH8vXZHiQv_rfw/s1600-h/Gazette+-+Pieces+of+Tanya.jpg"><span style="color:#330000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325173640165313906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuobp_F3aVFFWAdNanbVLtTsDWbLiFhyphenhyphenqk1U3Fdke22DBUJ65m6SKyBjLHF-QH2vBCOVKuz0fWJd088-Nt4GFm01fCrpdLPTQ-75f1u9LSk1fc9N_-6ixOdL1GTH8vXZHiQv_rfw/s200/Gazette+-+Pieces+of+Tanya.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>My Life, My Way</strong> </span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">by Tanya Alexander-Henderson </span></div><br /><br /><div>My Life pursuits of excellence,<br />Through challenges of social turbulence</div><div>With classic renditions of unbending convictions</div><div>Wrought by a pure hero with the noblest of missions. </div><div>My Way to eleven rings of glory,</div><div>Encircling the legend of those before me</div><div>Epitomizes that role so many model after</div><div>Agonizing to pioneer a trail they cannot capture. </div><div>Of the strong and trustworthy a champion is found.</div><div>My Life, My Way, Unbound...</div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Pieces of Tanya...A Spoken Word Project - Available Now!<br /><br />"The Mirror/rorriM ehT" Music Video: </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXyScAhAv40"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXyScAhAv40</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />"1 Out of 10" Music Video on YouTube: </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLGjn6j6d-0" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLGjn6j6d-0</span></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLGjn6j6d-0" target="_blank"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Download: iTunes - </span><a href="http://www.apple.com/search/ipoditunes/?q=pieces+of+tanya" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.apple.com/search/ipoditunes/?q=pieces+of+tanya</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hard copy: </span><a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/tanyaalexander" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">www.cdbaby.com/cd/tanyaalexander</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Website: </span><a href="http://www.supernovaproductiongroup.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">www.supernovaproductiongroup.com</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">SuperNova Production Group<br />It's Time to Shine...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35395990.post-86131931746093847562009-04-15T23:19:00.000-07:002009-04-16T11:55:14.207-07:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Pl6Ryzm7eIhBigKKfymBirT6h_OJyg58rZ1xR7RehzupDpksEjsbeWwx_dHVy3eN6tddEk_-eZz_CdjtMGZxxU0g-IC6F1-EUNw6veOFX2LgxWBNn9Hn7HWpOTnCNcaNo4svcg/s1600-h/Baadja+Ouba.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325172304553286578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Pl6Ryzm7eIhBigKKfymBirT6h_OJyg58rZ1xR7RehzupDpksEjsbeWwx_dHVy3eN6tddEk_-eZz_CdjtMGZxxU0g-IC6F1-EUNw6veOFX2LgxWBNn9Hn7HWpOTnCNcaNo4svcg/s200/Baadja+Ouba.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><font color="#990000" size="4">Unzipped</font></strong><br /><br /><div>IRI Tax tips to help you get through!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>Homeowners Rejoice: Tax Breaks Are Here....</strong><br />Let's be honest: April 15th is/was a day of reckoning, the moment when we find out what we really owe for taxes. In households nationwide wallets are drained and many who were rich on the 14th are greatly impoverished by the 16th.<br /><br />But for those with real estate the load is made lighter by tax rules which encourage the ownership of homes and investment property. Such rules are not only good for homeowners, they're also good for the country: About 20 percent of all economic activity nationwide is related to real estate, so policies which encourage real estate activity help everyone.<br /><br />It seems that almost every year changes to the tax code require the production of new forms and a re-education process. That said, the real estate basics remain in place and they're good news for buyers, sellers, borrowers and owners. </div><br /><br /><div></div>(For more detailed information, visit <a href="http://www.1040.com/iri">www.1040.com/iri</a>)<br /><br /><ol><br /><br /><li><strong>Mortgage interest is generally deductible. </strong></li><br /><br /><li><strong>Substantial profits can be sheltered when a prime residence is sold.</strong></li><br /><br /><li><strong>Points may be deducible by both buyers and sellers.</strong></li><br /><br /><li><strong>Home offices may be deductible. </strong><br /></li></ol><br /><ul><br /><li><font size="2"><strong><u>Sources and Publications </u></strong><br />As always with taxes, nothing is ever simple or easy. Speak with a qualified tax professional for specific advice -- an enrolled agent, a CPA or an attorney who specializes in tax issues.<br />Also, the IRS itself has excellent information at its website, by phone at 1-800-829-1040 and with specialized publications such as those below:<br />Publication 523, Selling Your Home<br />Publication 527, Residential Rental Property<br />Publication 530, Tax Information for First-Time Homeowners<br />Publication 535, Business Expenses<br />Publication 587, Business Use of Your Home<br />Publication 936, Home Mortgage Interest Deduction<br />Publication 946, How To Depreciate Property</li></ul></font><br /><br /><div><font size="2"><em>The information contained in this site is of a general nature and should not be acted upon in your specific situation without further details and/or professional assistance.If you would like more information on anything in "IRI Tax Tips," or if you'd like to be on our mailing list to receive other tax-cutting information from time to time, please contact our office. 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Well, because I’ve been through it too, and because everyone needs a pat on the shoulder, I salute you with these tips that will remind you whole-heartedly that you are doing everything absolutely wrong to find love. I hope these little morsels of loveless encouragement will coax you down from that painful chair of desperation, give you the strength to remove your noose and smile through your snotty haze as you nod and say, “Hey! That’s what I do!”<br /><br />Ready? Let’s begin. And remember, you are not alone, my dear:<br /></em><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><u>TIP 3</u>: </span><br /></div><div>Call him. A lot.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When he doesn’t call you back, be sure to call him at least twenty times a day. When he does finally answer (they always do, especially if you have annoyed them enough), make sure you are really, really mad.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownBettiesGazette</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0