This weekend, the wife & I spent some time with our good friends Otha & Rochelle Yarborough. We, along with a houseful of others, were helping Otha & Rochelle celebrate their 13th Anniversary. There was good food and good laughs the entire evening …… and I might add (in the words of Rochelle) great beverages. Perhaps the highlight of the evening was the Karioca; however, I don’t have permission to show the video. The exact words were, “If you show it, I will kill you then sue your remains.” Truth be told, even the performers knew the singing was beyond BAD. The American Idol “pants on the ground” singer was a Grammy Award performer compared to these singers. Dogs blocks away were howling, birds were falling from the sky, neighborhood children were afraid to come outside, concrete and asphalt was splitting and the street lights would either flicker and go out or just burst. It was horrible…..just horrible. The most revealing thing of the evening was the written advice given as to how to stay married for 13 years. All of which I purloined because I felt it would make a compelling blog for others to read. With that said, here’s the advice and how men interpret it in parenthesis:

a.  Ongoing team work (hot steamy sex).
b.  Compliment each other (I love it when you watch Desperate Housewives cuz you learn new things).
c.  Don’t take each other for granted (So you bought 5 pairs of shoes so you could look good for ME?).
d.  Thank him when he does the dishes (THANK GOODNESS you finally washed something OTHER than your car).
e.  Do whatever it was you did for the 1st 13 years (hmmm, what did I do?).
f.  Be a little freaky……and a little more freaky (makes sense to me, that’s a good one).
g.  Compromise (do what SHE wants when she wants).
h.  Never let your marriage get old (I’m just lookin’….ain’t nothing wrong with lookin’).
i.  Clip his toenails (Ok but what I gotta do for you?).
j.  Laugh at each other (only when I’m the subject matter).
k.  Keep plenty of six packs in the refrigerator (Self explanatory).
l.  Listen but don’t listen (uh huh, is that right?, wow!).
m. Don’t lie (naw, you don’t look fat in that).
n.  Put the seat up and leave the seat down (what?).
o.  “No advice here, I can’t make it two months and I’ve been married three times” (an honest brother).

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY ROCHELLE & OTHA

 It looks like my forced hiatus concerning blogging is just about over……just about.  First, my video camera was stolen…well, since it happened at a public school, let’s just say it’s missing ….. for about 2 or 3 months now.  Then, my computer crashed or as the computer repairman said, “somehow your computer has become corrupt.”  What does that mean!?!  My computer evolved into a politician?  The hard drive accepted a bribe?  The mouse & keypad snitched on the CPU!?!  CORRUPT?  Can you UN-corrupt it?  “Sure…… for a price!!”  Well, about $200 later, the computer is back, up and running.  Thank goodness, a week before the crash, I decided to back up my files.  If I hadn’t done that I really would be hurting.  During my computer’s absence, I found out something about myself.  I’m hooked, strung out, addicted, got a jones, monkey on my back, straight up junkie, to and for my computer.  I was having computer withdrawal……sweating n’ shaking.  Every morning, after awakening but before the brain was engaged, I’d try to turn on the computer……till I realized there WAS no computer.  Then all day, I’d keep looking at the vacant space under the desk hoping the ‘puter would magically materialize.  I couldn’t wait to get to the radio station just so I could turn on a computer.  If the computer was already on……I’d turn it off, then turn it back on.  While mine was in the hospital (repair shop), I’d visit it every day, even bringing it little virtual flowers and “get well soon” cards.  I had it bad.  I asked the doctor (repairman) how long before it would be released from the hospital (shop).  His answer, “well, we don’t know….we’ll just have to wait and see.  You might want to make arrangements.”  ARRANGEMENTS?!?  “Yeah, arrange to buy another computer.”  It was touch and go there for a while but after the doctor (repairman) performed surgery (wiped the hard drive, reinstalled windows, and did a few other things), it was good as new!!  Now all I have to do is re-install the programs I had on it originally….if I can find all of them.  Anybody got an word program for windows 3.0? 

It’s been a while but here’s a new video blog…….

A BIG THANK YOU to all who have donated to the F.E.E.D. program.  Special thanks to the following individuals:

DARLENE & MELISSA, who organized their co-workers at the STIHL plant in Virginia Beach to donate boxes of food, toiletries & toys;  PAMELA LOCUST, who along with her co-workers at GLAMYSTIQUE HAIR SALON in Norfolk donated bags of non-perishable food items; DIANE DOWNS of Hampton who came to a remote broadcast at Farm Fresh, purchased some non-perishable food items and donated them to the F.E.E.D. program; and SAUNDRA PIERCE, who made a special trip to a remote broadcast at Pomoco Nissan in Hampton, just to donate items to the F.E.E.D. program.

Organize your co-workers to donate to the F.E.E.D. program.  Call me at 497-2000 ext. 246 and I’ll supply the box to hold your donations.  Once the box is full, call me and I’ll arrange to pick up your donations.  Of course, you can always drop off your donations at 957RnB, Va. Beach; Tomorrow’s Image Barber Academy, Warwick Blvd., in Newport News, and The Boys & Girls Club, Hampton Ave., in Newport News.  If your business is interested in being a drop off location, please call me at the above phone number.

So many individuals supported the F.E.E.D program during the holiday season and again,” I thank you.”  However, the name of the program is (F.E.E.D), FEED EVERYONE…..EVERY DAY.  This is an on-going program because people have to eat EVERY day.  When you shop for groceries, buy some extra non-perishable food items and/or toiletries.  Life is and should be about love for your fellow man.  WE (humans) must take care of US (humans).  There is no reason why anyone in this country should be hungry.  Search your heart and help those in need.  Whatever you give is greatly appreciated and needed.  Remember, there but by the grace of God go I.   Matthew 25:35-40 says “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat………Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”  Be BLESSED.

Christmas has come and gone and we’re into another New Year.  Hopefully, this will be a Blessed and bountiful New Year & decade for you but let’s revisit this past Christmas.   I GOT A NINTENDO WII, yeah boy…..well, I got the WIFE a Nintendo Wii ……cuz that’s what she wanted for Christmas.  She wanted one last Christmas, but every store was sold out.  So this past Christmas, I shopped early.  What she really wanted was the Wii Fitness Plus, so I got the bundle package and I figured I might as well get a game for myself (Madden NFL 10).  I could have saved that money cuz so far, I’ve only played Madden twice but I’m addicted to the Wii sports package that comes with the Wii console.  Tennis, bowling, baseball, golf and boxing…..ain’t nothing but the truth and you’re exercising at the same time.  It’s a home workout that’s lots of fun.  I use the sports as a warm up to do the fitness plus.  The fitness plus is ALL DAT.  I personalized my workout by making an avatar of myself……tall with a mustache, wearing glasses……and oh yeah, lean and mean.  I stepped up on the balance board to measure my body mass and the Wii said “OH MY.”  So I stepped off (I ain’t taking NO insults from a machine).  My wife stepped on….the machine said” Great….stand still while I measure.”  I said “all naw, let me get back on that thing.  That d#$% thing again said, “OH MY.”  After measuring my body mass, the Wii ADJUSTSED my avatar…..now, I’m tall with a mustache, wearing glasses……and oh yeah…..with a “GUT”.  A gut so big, the shirt I’m wearing shrunk and the belly is sticking out from under it.  The Wii dropped this new avatar of me from the sky.  It hit the ground and BOUNCED…boing, boing, boing.   My wife was on the floor laffing and laffing….and LAFFING!  I’m like…..”Dat ain’t right man, dat ain’t right.”  It then proceeded to check my posture, balance and weight.  I learned that I don’t stand correctly, my balance is slightly off and my weight…..well, let’s just say my weight is my weight.  It let’s you set weight loss goals and indicates that you need to do this daily, preferably at the same time.  Needless to say, I’m working on my gut and exercising a total of 30 minutes per day…..uhhhh….starting Monday (whichever Monday YOU choose).  I got some cake and pie to get rid of first.

My wife and I entertained overnight visitors this past weekend.  Her little cousin Dray (4 years old….at least till next Friday) spent the night with us.  Now, that’s nothing new cuz the wife likes to make sure he gets to Sunday school the next day…..this week especially, to practice his part in the Sunday School play.  This time, his visit precipitated the arrival of another visitor…….the Tooth Fairy.  Dray’s first tooth came out (bottom incisor) and he was told about the Tooth Fairy; however, the impending arrival of the Tooth Fairy didn’t seem to carry any weight with Dray.  He seemed more interested in the fact that he lost a tooth.  He gently wrapped that tooth in a paper towel but kept unwrapping it, just to see it again and again.  Come find out, he thought the Tooth Fairy would replace the tooth with cash while it was in the paper towel, right before his very eyes.    Uh…No Dray…..let’s explain again how this works.  Finally, it’s his bedtime and the tooth gets put under his pillow.  I ask the wife, how much she thought the Tooth Fairy would bring Dray.  She says $3.00.  I said, “3 dollars……FOR ONE ITTY BITTY TOOTH!!  A TOOTH THAT’S ABOUT THE SIZE OF A GRAIN OF RICE……$3.00!  Man, that boy got a gold mine in his mouth.  Three bucks a tooth times twenty teeth……that’s 60 BUCKS!  SIXTY BUCKS? That’s 2-3 bags of groceries OR a tank and a half of gas OR one Jay Z ticket OR ten five dollar foot looonngs, plus tax (I sound like the father on “Everybody Hates Chris”).  C’mon man!!  Do you remember how much the Tooth Fairy brought you?  I can remember twenty cents…. TOP!  That was enough to buy some bubble gum, a couple of Squirrel Nuts, three Mary Jane’s and five cents worth of two for a penny cookies.”  The Tooth Fairy actually brought Dray a buck fiddy but in his words, “The Tooth Fairy brought me a dollar…..I don’t count change.”  He doesn’t count change….that’s cuz he can’t…but I CAN!  It’s been a long time since the Tooth Fairy showed up some place where I was.  But it got me thinking….most would agree that when you become an adult, the Tooth Fairy ceases to exist.  WRONG!  In actuality, the Tooth Fairy morphs from a mythical entity into someone you can see, talk to and physically touch.  The adult Tooth Fairy is known as …….the DENTIST.  Check out the parallels:  The Tooth Fairy takes teeth from under yo’ pillow…..the Dentist takes teeth straight out of yo’ mouth.  The Tooth Fairy will give YOU money for your teeth……YOU give the Dentist money for taking YOUR teeth.  The Tooth Fairy will only take your teeth while you’re sleeping.  The dentist doesn’t care if you’re sleeping or not.  The Tooth Fairy makes house calls.  The dentist makes you call.  The Tooth Fairy offers assurance.  The dentist accepts insurance.  The one thing they have in common is bringing joy to an unpleasant situation………the Tooth Fairy gives you money, the dentist gives you a prescription.   

Busch Gardens Williamsburg’s “Christmastown”……. Open thru Dec. 27th.

The F.E.E.D. Program is in full effect.  Your donations of non-perishable food items and/or toiletries are greatly needed and appreciated.  Bring donations to  the studios of 957RnB, 236 Clearfield Ave, Va. Beach; Tomorrow’s Image, 13641 Warwick Blvd., Newport News; The Boys & Girls Club, 629 Hampton Ave., Newport News or call 497-2000 ext. 246 and leave a message to include your phone number and Bob will call you to arrange to have your donations picked up.

Nature in all of it’s glory…..

Back in August, 957RnB celebrated it’s 8th Anniversary with a free concert by the Whispers.  It was a nice, warm, cloudy day……..until the rain came……and it rained & rained & rained.  But in the entertainment business there’s an old adage,  ”the show must go on.”  By the time the show started, the rain had stopped…….and the Whispers, well, check it out.