Stank Stank

So are you looking for an update to the last entry? I bet you are, but you will not get one. The only update I can give you is it has become added stress. Nevertheless, the whole situation makes for good conversation. It may, however, have to go "unconversed" if that is a word. I share with my readers a lot about me, but that is not something I don't want to share right now. Check back in a couple months and I may have something for you. What we can converse about is this crazy Lisa Nowak and her diaper issue.


Now, when I first heard about this story, it had to be about 4:00 am on Wednesday (Feb. 7). One might ask what I was doing up that early in the morning. Good questions deserve good answers....So anyway it was about 4:00am and the news show I watch when I'm awake around that time was on. I was preparing for bed and they flashed this hideous mugshot of a once admired female astronaut that I had briefly followed. After hearing her name, Lisa Nowak, I stopped what I was doing and tuned in to the broadcast. The anchorman went on to tell about this 41 year old wife and mother of three driving over 900 miles from Huston to Florida to kidnap and kill a rival in a love triangle she was involved in.


My first reaction, "something is wrong with her", but then the story got better. The anchorman went on to say that she got to Florida, found her rival, Colleen Shipman, and tried to kidnap her. So now I'm thinking, "she crazy". But the story doesn't end there. They continued on that Nowak had been planning this and not only was she going to kidnap Shipman, but kill her as well. Then the kicker...the one part of this story that put in on my back laughing...on her drive from Huston to Florida, this love sick woman wore adult diapers so she would not have to stop to use the restroom.


Okay, I'm not sure if that sunk in with you, but I will repeat it so you can get the full effect. She wore diapers for over 900 miles to get to a woman that was rightfully involved with a guy she was seeing on the side. I don't want to dissect why she did it, or can love make you do crazy things, or even what would drive a person to want to kill in the name of love. I want to talk about this diaper she wore to make sure she got to where she was going in a timely manner.


This diapers represent one thing to me, she was serious about getting to Shipman. Sure she had gloves, BB gun, knife, plastic bags, and maps to Shipman's house, but she wore diapers. These diapers say that she was on a mission. Anytime someone would rather piss their self rather than stop at a gas station, or even stop on the side of the road, is a sure sign of intent. This would be all I need to convict her.


Lets think about that smell she probably had coming from her. Now, in her craziness, I'm sure she changed diapers, but come on "stank-stank". Can you imagine the smell she must have had coming from her body. If she didn't even want to stop to urinate, I know taking a shower was out of the question. If I shared a cell with her, I think I would have jokes for her everyday for her whole sentence. Everyday would be something new.


"Guard, I think its time to change Lisa's pamper..." "Did you mess your self again..?" "Yall smell that?" It really shows my maturity level if the only point that I get from this whole incident is that she wore adult diapers. It doesn't matter. Its good comedy. Really, I would prefer to laugh at such a situation because lately, I haven't done enough laughing, let alone smiling.


No, nothing is wrong with me. I've just been putting in overtime working on all my dreams and goals. I am just trying to make sure I make. I have a 900 miles to success and I really don't have time to stop and play. Guess I should buy some adult diapers so that I won't have to stop for bathroom breaks.

DFitz

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Like there's this guy....

"Ok...like...there is this guy...and like...he's so cute...and like, I like him....like...a lot. He's like...everything I want...like...but...I don't...could it really be...like...true love for me? Like...I just don't know....!"

Ok, seriously, I share with you a lot of aspects of my life in hopes that you may relate and apply. I really just want you to know that we are all together in the struggle and that we all go through pain, happiness, joy, dissappointment, and...and love. So where am I now on my emotional roller coster, well, judging from the above comment, "Like...I met this guy...and like...he's so cute."

One thing I hate about getting into a relationship is that inital trial phase you have to go through to get to know one another. Love is a gamble to me. You have to bet you heart in order to play the game. And like any other gambling spectrum, you win or you loose. Boy, how I hate to loose. Yes, I met someone and yes he's cute, but that only mattered to me years ago. Sure I want him to be easy on the eye, but now its a lot more to consider before betting my heart on him.

I been doing my research on this young man. So far so.....alright. He has his faults and outside issues, but then again, who doesn't. I really like the way that he is a gentleman and adores me greatly. Really he reminds me of my father which is why this guy is getting so much of my attention. So, now what do I do?

I move easy. I proceed with caution. I make sure that every little step I take in this relationship is ordered by the Lord. But the main thing is I cannot be afraid of being dissappointed. This factor is what keeps a lot of us from being able to love someone. We are so scared of that broken heart feeling that we think it is wise to just stay away from love altogether. But how wise is that? What are the draw backs to not having someone of your own.

1. Lonely...I'm so lonely...I have nobody to call my own....
2. No stability, you are constantly allowing people to come in and out your life and that is not all the time healthy
3. It sucks to be that friend that don't have a mate. Everyone has someone but you...lol
4. Its always good to share your life with someone. Sometimes having that one person who understands your life and all that comes with it, and they still don't judge you....its a great thing.
5. God created us to find someone and be fruitful and mulitply.

So, back to me, what is DFitz going to do about this guy that obviously has a hold on her attention? Hummmmmmmmm good question. I will not be scared of any experience God has prepared for me. If this is just a seasonal relationship, thank you Lord. If this is my forever, than thank you Lord just the same. Love is a beautiful thing when you can appreciate the good and the bad about the emotion.

Continue to pray for me, and I'll keep you informed on whats good in my life......

DFitz
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What Romo Don't Know....

Allow me to set the stage for this event. Its the National Football League Playoffs. On one side of the field there are strong confident men dressed in navy blue and white jerseys. Standing directly across the football field is a team who is worn and weary. A team who had been through so much the whole season, making it this far was a dream come true. As they watched the clock at 1:19 in their aqua green, white, and grey jerseys. Millions upon millions of people watched as breathing had no longer became an option. The fate was predetermined as both Dallas Cowboy fans and Seattle Seahawks fans considered the Cowboys the winner. The score was 21-20 favor the Seahawks and all that was needed to win this game for the Cowboys was a field goal kick. The opportunity had presented it self and Dallas was going for it.

The snap was released and the Dallas Golden Boy, Tony Romo, the quarterback, fumbled the snap. This meant he had to run the ball in for a touch down and he was denied. There is no question I am Seattle Seahawks fan. I am a die hard fan too. I love that team. I'd be a lie however if I didn't admit I too thought the game was lost.

I'm not sure how to say this, but, Mr. Romo if it weren't for your butter fingers, the Seahawks would probably be saying the goodbyes for the season. Yet, you gave us a chance. It was your inexperience at such a level that gave us the chance to excel and another shot at the super bowl. I hate to say this, but we won because of you. Pat your self on the back, if I could, I'd give you a hug. You are an awesome guy and will forever be remembered as "the guy that fumble the snap for the game winning score". I wonder how that feels to be that person.

It would be rude of me not to mention all the other great things Mr. Romo has done for the Cowboys. He stepped in and stepped up. However, after that play, non of that matters. Championships matter. And as for the Dallas Cowboys and Mr. Tony Romo, you go home empty handed.

I can't help but relate this situation to real life. How many times have you, the average person, been so close to winning and fumbled. I know how that feels and that is the worst feeling in the world. It's even worse when you have others depending on you and you drop the ball along with the hopes and aspirations of those around you. So, is there life after the fumble?

Of course there is life after a fumble. I live by this motto:

"My mistakes help me gain experience; My experience help me avoid mistakes."

So take what you know now and go forward. Use that experience as a chance to grow and become more. Prepare your self for that same moment (because the it will come back around), and when it comes be ready.

I can relate to how Mr. Romo is feeling. I am probably not making it any better by poking fun at the situation, but that poses a valid point. Though it may not be a laughing matter now, especially with people's jobs on the line, you got to be able to forgive your self for the the fumbles in life and laugh at it later.

I look back on the things I've done, the fumbles I have made and I laugh now. I laugh, but I know I would not make that mistake again.

My Seahawks won by the mistake of one man. Yet, at the end of the day, it does not matter how it was done, they won. This is another point. No matter how you made it, you made it. Many times people want to take from you because you got the promotion only because "Joe got fired" or "You are the boss's daughter". So, you got it, and now you move on.

The lesson learned here, thanks to Mr. Romo , is, "we all fall short of the glory of God". When you fumble get up and go on, and make sure it doesn't happen again. We also learn "The race is not always given to the swift, but rather to he who endures until the end". So if you win, you win. The circumstances around the win in null and void.

DFitz

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Thank You.... You

The new year came trucking in full force and I must say I am so excited about what the future holds. For Write is Right Entertainment and Modern Age Media, it is the "The Year of the Grind". Its time to take flight and soar to the top. I do not believe anything (with the exception of death) can stop me right now. Yet I really cannot start this New Year without reflecting back on the old year.

In my years on this earth I have been through a lot. I have shook hands with the devil and high fived Jesus. I have slept in the gutter and made a bed on mountain tops. Ups and downs. The story of my life. Yet the most recent event that was meant to break me, actually is the the one event in my life that empowered me.

I fell in love with a good man. He was my sunshine, my drive to exist. He was my laugh, my smile, my heart, and soon he became my pulse. So one could only imagine the extent of pain I felt when my whole reason for being said he didn't want me anymore. When we were together, it was like I lived in an alternate universe. He made me happy. So when I received the news over the telephone that he did not want to be with me, my heart dropped to my feet. It was as if my life was sucked out of me. How was I to function without him?

I was kicked out the alternate universe and I sat alone and hurt in the real world. Days went by where I didn't eat, I didn't get out of bed. I tried my damnest to get him back and the only response I got was "You are crazy". Heart break is a bitch and I had to divorce her.

Slowly I recovered from my extreme heartbreak and I began to see the real world around me. Before I met this young man, I was on my way up. I wanted to take him with me, but somewhere down the line I lost focus. I put so much energy into keeping him happy, I lost track of what I was suppose to do for myself. He got more attention than God.

I moved away from from him and that whole environment and as soon as I got to my new state (physically and mentally) I saw a big clear picture of how my life was suppose to be. So what did I learn?

First of all, I am not bitter. I am thankful. I am thankful for the opportunity to experience true love because I had never had that chance. I am thankful he choose to break up with me because now I am prospering the way God wants me to. I have an unbelievable relationship with God that I wish I had a long time ago. I have a drive out of this world. And, AND I am happy with making me happy.

I have a testimony out of this world. That breakup happened at the end of 2006 enough time for me to get my self together for 2007. So the whole experience deserves a thank you. A very appreciative woman I am. I have grown so much that I have to pat my self on the back.

So as I enter into 2007, I am ready! I am ready for it all. This is the "Year of the Grind" and I am grinding. I'm sure Satan meant for that breakup to break me because he knows whats in store for me, but I'm still here. I am still going.

So to my folks, "Watch out for me". To my Write is Right Entertainment and Modern Age Media family, "Let's get it!" And to my last love, "Thank You...You"

Fueling My Drive

I truly believe that upon birth we are given a full tank of gas to fuel our drive for life. The good thing about this is that we can keep that full tank in reserve and just ride off our parents' drive for living and be okay. Meanwhile, we sit in the back seat, learning the ins and outs of surviving-what roads we should travel, what roads are not good. We are introduced to scenic routes and shown the long way. And every now and then, we see our parents drive level pushing empty and watch them take pit stops to refuel and keep going.
Then comes that merry day that you reach exit 18 and your parents stop the car and let you out. They explain to you that now you have to use your own drive and live off your own ambitions. You get a kiss on the for head, a pat on the back, and a number to reach them in case you break down. Next thing you know, they are yelling "So long sucker! Good luck", and they speed away.
Now you sitting in your own car scared to move, but somewhere you find the energy to turn the ignition and go. Now you have to use that full tank of gas given to you at birth. The drive starts off a little bumpy, but you soon get the hang of things, "Living is not so bad." But then you start to feel it. Your drive starts slowing and you are noticing that that once full tank of gas is very low and you could stop any minute. You become frustrated seeing others pass you on the highway and all you want is to get that feeling back that you had when you first started. You look up and you haven't even passed exit 20.
2006 has been a year of growth for me. My fuel level for my drive fluctuated so many times. I finally learned this year how to fuel up and keep going. See, I thought that everyone went to the same gas station. But just like a physical car, every type of gas does not work in every type of car. For a while, I'd mock people and did what they did to refuel, hoping that would make me happy. And for so long I watch the hand on my tank drop lower and lower to empty.
Finally, after so long I realize my fuel cometh from the Lord. That's what works for me. Personally, I believe it could work for everyone, but that's what keeps me going. See, I learned not to just stop when I'm low on gas, I get weekly maintenance check ups, body work done, tires rotated, everything. I'm happy , I am just as happy to say at the end of 2006, I I have peace in my soul. I made it. I learned from all my mistakes, I maintained, and I'm here. I feel good. I look around and see I'm not in the same place I was this time last year, which meant I moved on and moved closer to my destination... success.
Now apply this to your life. What does it take to keep you going? I invite you to try the same Living God that keeps me going. I read that he works in all type of cars. Try Him if you haven't already.
I was just telling my father how at peace I am right now with how my life is playing out. I have a full tank of gas, and I am going full speed on the highway. I'm not worried about other cars, I'm not worried about whats around me. I have tunnel vision now and all I can see is the land of success. Figure out what it is that fuels your drive and get like me....
DFitz
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My Name is Nicole Richie

I was thinking as I watched the news this evening, if my name was Nicole Richie, how much trouble could I really avoid. Could I ride down a busy highway the wrong way with Vicodin and marijuana in my car? When they pull me over I'm high as a plane and think that getting arrested is a big joke. I wonder if I would've been able to make bail so easily, especially after I put the lives of many people at risk. Oh, but it gets better...this isn't my first time! I'm already a recovering heroin addict, I've been arrested before for drug possession. http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/nrichie1.htmlNow, I've done this. So my name is Nicole Richie, how much trouble do you think I'll be in?

Now lets look at this as if it were really me. My name is not Nicole Richie, my name is....well they call me DFitz. I'm a young black woman and my father is not a famous singer. I have a Mercedes but its a late nineties edition. I don't have a prior record, but this day, this day I just wanna let go. So I call the dope boy and I say, "hey let me get a dime bag", and my homegirl slides me a couple Vicodin. Now I can go exactly where I'm trying to go...to the moon.

So now I'm driving down 77south, the wrong way, and the police see me. Lately, the police have been a little trigger happy so, what do you think the outcome of all this would be for me. I'm not rich, my daddy is not famous, I got a nice car, I'm a young woman, I'm black, I'm black, oh yeah, I'm black. Lets say the police are able to stop me before putting a bullet in my for head. Now they are able to see how high I am. So I'm sure they are going to rough me up a bit and put me in the cop car. They are going to let the news crew stick cameras all in my face so that everyone can see this black woman in this nice Mercedes getting arrested.

Now comes time to make bail. Denied!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We have those "if that was me" moments. I'm so sure the story would have played out a lot differently if I was in that situation. Its funny how Ms. Richie who has money coming out her behind can't seem to stay out of trouble. It just goes to show money does not equal happiness. Her click of friends can vouch for that statement. Lindsey Lohan, Brittney Spears, Paris Hilton, all of them are rich white girls who stay in some kind of trouble.

Yet whats crazy, they commit crimes that the average person would serve time for. Their crimes range from child neglect, to drunk driving, fighting in the club, to underage drinking. Uhhhhh, so you mean to tell me if I make a billion dollars a year I can commit crimes and get away with it. NO DFITZ, its an equation to all of this. Its one thing that I would still be lacking....pale skin.

Don't be surprised I say this. Its a well known fact white people get away with more than blacks or any other race for that matter. Money or no money, the punishment and embarrassment I be put through would surpass the treatment Ms. Nicole Ritchie is receiving now. Really, think about it....do you believe I'm right?

DFitz

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Another day means another chance to make things right...

"This is the day, this is the day, that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice, I will rejoice and be glad in it and be glad in it..." Most of us know this song. So imagine being in the "dead" of your sleep and busting through your door is a five foot 40 something year old lady. Only able to carry a tune in her back pocket, she comes in singing this song as loud as she can. In hand she holds a wooden spoon and a pot in which she uses for drums...or just to add more noise to the equation. She belows out the song and you wake angered that she's in your face with this racket. You hear what exactly she's saying and you can't help but grunt with a slight feeling of relief. I've made it to another day...God let me see another day.

In high school, my mother made it a point to wake before everyone in the house and make her way to each of her children's room with her spoon and pot and wake us all from sleeping. She always wanted us to make sure we thanked God for being able to see another day. When I went off to college, her routine wake up call/racket saved me many days.

No person is exempt from having problems. At some point in our lives, we experience trails and tribulations at different degrees. I look back over my life and think about all the things I been through. I think about being raped, beat, let down, talked about, left out, and just plain disrespected. Yet somehow, the mere fact that I had made it to see another day was enough to keep me going. My parents taught me from a young age to take everything thrown at me and never let it get me down.

This blog was thought about after hearing a story of a teenager committing suicide. His note mention the reason for his not wanting to live anymore was due to not being accepted at school. Guys, we have to do better. Life throws us all curve balls all the time. I know its hard to find sunshine in dark places, but its possible. Like I mentioned before, I found my sunshine in just knowing I am able to see another day.

Another day means another chance to make things right. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is never let problems become your pulse. If you give trails that much attention in your life, it will kill you every time. I am a walking example that you can make it. I have twenty three years on this earth and have enough experience to say trouble don't last always.

I'm not sure who's going through what, what's happening to who, but if you make it to see tomorrow, just know that its a sign that you will get through it. You will!

DFitz

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