Til' Then

Yeah so....Trey is at it AGAIN. Although I must say I am loving this video MORE than the Invented Sex bit. Peep the video and my thoughts after the jump....



Hot DAMN Trey. I feel like a disclosure should accompany this video stating that no vaginas were penetrated during the making of this video. Trey skipped the ice this time around and the video still has me mesmerized...while I was not a believer that Trey invented sex (click here to see my view on the video), I am a believer that the neighbors will know his name.

Only thing is when the back drop is red and Trey and the leading lady are hand in hand they both are shaped like the other...skinny tricks unite! lmao! JOKING!*kanye shrug* You like it I love it.

Trey has become a beast in the video world with the Ready Album....I'm still waiting on Jupiter Love *squeals in excitement*

Til' Then,
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Yeah so I have totally neglected my baby...so sorry! I promise I will post new blogs soon! PROMISE! Look out for a new layout and crazy post! Love ya'll dearly! XOXOXOXOXO Read More»

As the years creep up and pass, the roles of females in relationships tend to become less weak and more testosteronely *made up word* driven. In 2009, are women the new men in relationships? Click here to see what I think>>>>>

Women are becoming more uninhibited creatures and grabbing life by the balls and leading the way. In some situations, it seems like women are becoming the male fixture in their relationships. But with good reasoning. After a woman takes so much, it is to be expected that she becomes hardened, while often times the man reverts back into this 'bitch like' state.

Let me explain this way....after a man has degraded, talked down to , cheated on, etc a woman, it is only logical that she becomes hardened to the acts as not to be hurt by them any longer....be it in this relationship or the next one. HOWEVER, as the women harden, the men soften. TRUE STORY! Classic example...Ike Turner. He beat the living shit out of Anna Mae....but when he realized that his hateful behavior no longer affected the way she went about her life, he attempted to win her back by 'bitching down'.

I'm not saying that an emotional man is a bitch...that is not my intention or my stance. There is a difference between hard work in a relationship and being an asshole.

A slight confession, I am a female that has been hardened by my past. My mom often tells me that I think as a man and that she worries that I'll be too hardened by the time I get into my next relationship. And I can honestly say that my son's father has become a more understanding...softer man... in regards to me. We reversed roles hardcore. You live and you learn....but your past will evolve you into a person you shouldn't be. I wish, at times, that I could be more emotional...it's just not me anymore...on the surface at least.

My thoughts on role reversals: I think that as the years continue to drudge on....women will eventually end up in the emotional position of men and men will evolve in emotional creatures that women are thought to be...true story!

Til' Then,

Ms. Trecie

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On September 15th, 2009, I went in on twitter (according to my friends). I gave the definition of a hoe and a groupie and watched as my words affected others. It was like I had taken a lit match and threw it on dry grass in the mist of a drought….it started out small and grew into a damn wild fire. As I watched, in an awe of sorts, my DM box blew up….lets talk about it after the jump>>>

Okay, so let me preface this post with my definitions.

Groupie-a person (male or female) who tends to mess with numberous people of status for status or a story. They are often compensated by monetary gifts for their time and efforts. *sidenote: a woman who dates a person of ‘celebrity’ status is not a groupie…a groupie is a person who is known throughout the industry as the ‘it’ girl.


Hoe-a person(male or female) who TRIES, and is often times successful, to sleep with people because of who they are, who they may be, or even who they aren’t. Status isn’t important to a hoe. They will go beyond their means to show their interest or present a front. They will sleep with or try to sleep with the whole crew…their mission is to be the ‘it girl’.


Okay, so now that you have the basics….lets get started….

To answer a majority of the questions in my DMs….yes, I had intentions behind my ratchet ham session this morning. I am not, in any way, saying I approve one….not at all. I mean the difference between a groupie and a hoe is compareable to the difference between an escort and a prostitute….(layman’s terms: the type of people they deal with…high profile vs. the ‘regulars’).


As I stated on Twitter, there is NOTHING wrong with liking sex…hell I love sex…true story…HOWEVER, it is all about how you present yourself in doing so. Being openingly known as a groupie or a hoe, whether you know it or not, is not a good look…AT ALL. Anytime your bad reputaion preceeds you, you are automatically tossed to the side and immediately you become the ‘girl that is goin’. I wish that on no one.


My hopes in setting out these definitions was to let these females see the defintions and to perhaps….save them….but I learned ‘don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved’. Instead, I think I angered the hoes and their godess…Sealus Prosthepedia. So I backtracked and half assed apologized…my intent was not to anger, but to inform…know better do better, right?


Eh….who knows! Oh well….

Til’ Then,
Ms.Trecie



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I’m all about expansion in an educational sense. There is always room for learning, thus room for growth/expansion. African American (AA) studies (read: literature and history) are deep fascinations of mine; so in an effort to expand, I decided to take an AA history class this semester. My professor is a sexy Bob Marley look-a-like, but of Hawaiian decent. He’s well versed in AA history and spits knowledge like Hov spits fire.

Week 1 of class we watched a documentary on John Henrik Clark, a historian. After the documentary, we held class discussion and predestination in a successful/advancement sense was brought up. Many people tend to think that minorities are predestined to be fuck ups (for lack of WANTING a better word)….see what I think after the jump>>>>>>

I think that copping out to the ‘predestined for failure’ plea is a weak thing to do. I understand that our fight has been a long, hard battle….but we have won the war. Some people use ‘the man’ as a way to explain their failure. ‘The man oppressed a brother/sister’ ‘The man made the ACT/SAT too hard for blacks’ ‘The man didn’t want me to have that job’. When you have this predestined mentality, you tend to live your life in a way that every mistake has an excuse…that gets old! Mistakes are to be made, especially when trying to conquer a feat…

If we, as a population, could stop living for excuses and start doing, there is no telling where the possibilities could lead us. Many argue that blacks are inferior in the mental capacity, thus the vast differences between whites and blacks. An informative tidbit of knowledge is that all races came from the same origin, which was Egypt…yes, Africa…

I know you are thinking but,but,but…..let me explain….it is SCIENTIFICALLY impossible for something to be originated twice….better yet the 3 times people tend to think(Africa, Europe, Asia)…the first human was originated in Africa and over the years, due to climation and locale changes, we developed different pigmentations and evolved into 6 different specimans of human….think cave man to now. So how can one be inferior to the other, when we are one in the same? People have let the preconceived notions that are presented about minorities affect the way they work and go about their life.

So to make a long story short, do I think blacks are predestined for failure? No, I think most blacks set themselves up for failure by falling into the trap that history’s past has set. No one is predestined for failure…so prepare yourself for GREATNESS!

Til’ Then,
Ms.Trecie

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Okay so it has been almost 2 months since the tragic death of Steve McNair and Dateline did an over-rated special on him last night. I watched in a trance of sorts, hoping to hear something I didn't know...words, evidence, anything as to why Steve...why then...why suicide. But everything that was revealed was not new, but rather old. Things Serpas had already discussed in numerous press conferences.

However, something did catch me off guard....click here to see what>>>>>>

Okay so as the program began, Steve was discussed as a hero of sorts...a man who was giving, caring and compassionate about football, family and charity amoung several other things. But that soon ended and the bashing of sorts soon began.

Obviously, McNair was cheating on his wife and not just with one female...BUT HE IS DEAD. I believe in letting the dead rest in peace. I think to continuously bash and down a man who is no longer around to defend himself is inhumane, cruel and down right disrespectful. You may think my choice of words are a little harsh and over the top, but for these people, who have just RESEARCHED and never knew him personally, to continue to drag his name in the mud is redundant. Speak on something about him we didn't know...okay he was cheating on his wife; hell that is obvious...he was killed by his side chick. Don't continue to harp on situations that are extrememly hurtful to his family.

Yes Steve cheated, but guess what......he wasn't the first and he won't be the last. It happens...I'm not saying that I condone this behavior, but I think continuing to drudge in this manner will get us no where soon.

Let him rest in peace...his fate is not to be determined by us.

And BTW....Eddie George the key word is zip mouth shut....my goodness, you indirectly spilled the beans on several men in this country, including yourself. While wellspoken, you came across as a tattletaler...everyone knows you aren't as innocent as you would like to portray. You said you were disappointed in Steve when you heard the news...let me ask a question...are you disappointed in yourself? Chew on that tobacco for a minute!

Til' Then,
Ms. Trecie
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So today is the 3rd post of a 2 part blog series....what can I say...I liked the idea. =P Okay so the concept of the blogging to songs series is basically I have shuffled my play list and the song that pops up is the chosen song of the post. Today's song was 'Hurt Again' by MJB.

**Sidenote:Mary's Growing Pains album should be a staple in everyone's collection...it is that feel good, smooth, easy lounging type music. AYE!!!

But any who...let me get to the post....click here>>>>>>>>>>

So the chorus to the song goes.....
But I've been there
And I've done that
And I promise..never to get hurt again (Never no no)
Never again
Never hurt again
You drive me crazy but I promise myself
never to get hurt again
Never again
Never hurt again


In all of our lives we have each come to that point where we learn; whether, it was a repetitive process that got us to that point, or one eye opening experience....we have all been there.

My 'hurt again' inspiration comes from family, friends, s/o, etc....so lets break them down....

1.) Family- I used to be EXTREMELY close to everyone in my family. I was the 'golden child' if you will. I was the 'smart' child whose parents had completed their college degrees and had successful professions (my dad as a police officer and my mom as the Director of Financial Aid). My family gave me little lea way for 'mistakes' . I always put my family before everything....if I had it, they could get it. When I found out I was pregnant, some of my family resorted to calling me names behind my back. It made its way to my ears and I was CRUSHED....beyond belief...but in the end it made me stronger and made me value those that are close to me even more!

2.) Friends- I have been done wrong by my 'closest friends'. Not to give details, but long story short, I was extremely close to a pack of females and let's just say at the end of the deal I was left with 2 real friends. So cause and effect...I loan my friendship out very seldom; however, I have found a group of girls that I cherish deeply....my boos!

3.) S/o- I was the female that put up with things because of a child...cheating, lying....everything but abuse. But in my mind, I had to do this...quitting was not an option. But that day when enough is enough...and you can't stomach anymore....that is the day when you should bust out 'Growing Pains and vow 'Never to get hurt again'.....*sigh of relief*

In giving my brief stories, I wanted to show that you have to fight and go through things to find:
1.)Who is true to you
2.) Who is loyal to you
3.) What you can stomach and what you can not
4.) Your limits...your boundaries and most of all your personality and character.

After all what doesn't kill us makes us stronger eh?

Part 4 of Blogging to Songs coming soon......

Starting Sept. 1....I am challenging myself to write 1 blog per day for 30 days.....stay tuned

Til Then,

Ms. Trecie


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YOOOOO!!!! So this is the 2nd half of my 'blogging to songs' series. The first song was 'Lesson Learned' by A. Keys. I found that song very appropriate for the beginning of the series....but then the next song was Did You Wrong by Pleasure P. Ummm....yeah, so wasn't looking for that one. So for my apology to the one I did wrong, click here>>>>>

I am 23 and spent the beginning of my adult life in a relationship with my son's father. Being inexperienced and caught up in the throws of love, I owe my son's father about 7 'did you wrong' apologies and vice versa...but that is neither here nor there. That, to be completely honest, is a matter to be handled between he and I....however, there is one man I did wrong and for that I apologize so here goes the story......

Back in early 2001, some months before I turned 16, I met this man who was 21....lets call him Wavo. I fell completely in lust with Wavo...he was smart, had a body like a Greek god, the mentality of a Harvard professor (at least at 15 he appeared to have it), and he was FINE as hell. So we began to talk...I was upfront about my age...kept it 100% real all the time....until he caught hella feelings. I was still stuck on his face and his body, hell I was only 16. But feelings and Wavo weren't synonymous for me...however, when he asked to be in a relationship, I agreed. I still did my thing on the side....one man wasn't going to stop my show.

When I turned 17, he proposed to me and the ring was TOO gorgeous, so I said yes...but I could only rock it when I was with him. No one knew...no one could. He could go to jail....for a while. I wasn't in love with him, but I loved him and at that time one seemed parallel to the other. So I continued to lead him on...because he was my comfort...my one variable that NEVER changed, was always constant. He loved me unconditionally. I met my son's father June of 2003...while still engaged. I began to crush hella hard on him...isht, all the women were. He was fresh out the military, stable,fine, smart, funny, and SINGLE. So I set a goal....when I turned 18, he would be mine. Needless to say, when I turned 18 I snagged the prize. All the while still engaged to Wavo...I hid it until my freshman year of college...when I broke it off with Wavo. He was crushed and wouldn't take the ring back...he called me, emailed me, wrote me everyday....trying to change the results...but eventually he got the picture and all communication seized, primarily after Big B (my son's father) answered my phone and in so many words told him to stop or else...

5 years later...here we are. I am a single mommy, grown up and more mature than that 18 year old he was messing with....I ran into Wavo a couple of months ago. He was shocked that I was a mom and I was shocked that he is hesitant to love after me. I apologized, but words are not enough for the things I did. While not the most ruthless thing on Earth, it definitely wasn't the most mature or decourous either.

So....to Mr. Wavo, I apologize for my behavior. You were, are, a great man and I was too young and ill-experienced to notice. I am sorry that I left a bad taste of love in your mouth, but I hope that you get the courage to test it out again soon. You deserve to be overwhelmingly happy...there are not enough words to express the extent to which I am sorry. The woman I have become is so much wiser and mature than the girl you were dealing with then and I can see how petty and childish my activities were then. No matter what wrong I did, you forgave it...and I took that for granted. You were sooo good to me.

Sorry isn't enough, but sorry is all I have to give. I can't give back the time we had together, or the way I treated you....but if I could I would because I did you wrong.

-Trecie

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So, this blog is the first half of my blogging to songs series. What I have done is shuffled my playlist and I will blog on the song. Not the content of the song, but relate the song to my life in some manner. How fitting is it that Alicia Key's 'Lesson Learned' junt was the first song shuffled? To learn of my lesson's learned, read more after the jump!



Okay so in my 23 3/4 years of living (yes, I still count the months to a T)...I have been through and learned alot....let's rehash my lessons eh?

Lesson #1: Don't put all your eggs in one basket....I have, more times than I'd like to remember, put all my eggs in one basket only to be left with the duty to clean up said eggs after the person responsible for carrying the basket dropped it. Lesson learned!

Lesson #2: Love enough to show it, but not enough to hurt....many people may actually disagree with me on this one...oh well, to each it's own. I used to be a hard lover....like giving 1000% to my relationship and when it ended I was so broken up that I lost focus for {insert amount of time}. No way...no more. I learned that I love better when I love enough to let the person know that I care....but not enough that I am left to reel in the pieces of my heart.

Lesson #3: Be BOLD at least once, step out and above what you have set for yourself....fear is what holds us back from becoming the greatness that we strive to be. Being bold could be rocking a new look, confessing to a friend that you crushing on 'em, moving out of state for a job, or even some random act of wild behavior. I have done all of these (except moving out of Tennessee...soon though!)...and tis was REFRESHING! There are no limitations that hinder us more than the limitations we put on ourselves. Live a little...its relaxes you! iSwear!

Lesson #4: Don't listen to what people say...so I used to be the chick that had to be liked...this was back in Elementary school, but still I was that girl. The one bringing candy and coaxing people to like me. It all started when I was called the ugly one...I had big lips, wavy/curly hair, big feet and was skinny as a bean pole. Kids are cruel...I almost let that break me, and still to this day I am self conscious of somethings at certain times...HOWEVER, iRefuse to let what others have to say about me, mold me into a person. iAm me...take me as I am, or bounce yo' ass to the back of the line. iPromise I don't have the damn time to care!

Lesson #5: When you want something, go for it....don't long for something and end up sulking over the fact that maybe, just maybe you could have gotten what you wanted had you tried. Nothing is impossible....Barack Obama is evidence of that theory...YES WE CAN! lol.

And on a silly note....

Lesson #6: Dry grass burns FAST....extremely fast! Let me tell u the story of a little girl who set the yard on fire! lmao! Okay when I was 7, my granny (dad's mom) decided it was time to tell my cousins and I that we were part Cherokee. So brillant me decided we should play like the Indians on the cartoons and start a fire with stones and sticks. Being the briber that I was I got 3 cousins to agree...so here we are in the front yard, rubbing sticks together, not creating so much as a spark. iAm getting irritated. Why is this so dang hard? My cousin Jai, who is like my ride or die, remembered she saw some matches in the house by the stove....'oooo, go get 'em Jai. They talking and singing. (it was a family get together) They won't notice you. iPromise.' So Jai disappears into the house and returns with a set of matches...I'll never forget they were from the gas station...Little General's and the match box was green and gold. No one noticed her, just as iPromised. So we strike the match and throw it on the sticks...by gollie, we have fire. So as we dance around the fire doing 'Huh-yah, Huh-yah' and patting our mouth, Stephen (Jai's brother) notices that the fire is growing...oh isht....what have we done? So we start to stomp and scream....they are screaming out of fear of dying...I am screaming because my NEW white LA Gear light up junts are now black. My older cousins (they are 18 and 19) run out of the house with blankets....they watched the whole thing from a window...and they smothered the fired which took 3 quilts and a whole bunch of stomping to put out...as we begged and pleaded with them to not tell on us, they pointed to the big black circle which now covered the yard. Oh...Em...Gee...I was going to die at the tender age of 7. My parents came out, followed by Jai and Stephen's, followed by my granny and my aunts and uncles. I took off running...I don't know where I was going, but I wasn't going to stay put. My dad caught me....damn you UTMartin football and police academy, his agility was on point. Needless to say, we got whooped by every1 in the house....AND the grass just grew back like 4 years ago. SOOOOO...don't set fire to dry grass, it'll be TERRIBLE! lmao.

Look out for part 2 of this 'BLOGGING TO SONGS' series....never know what's next!

Til then,
Ms. Trecie


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Okay, so I was sitting here thinking about some things and reading the paper....I began to wonder what my personal ad would say in the newspaper....how would I advertise myself to sound appealing enough to date? What is too much information....too little? Is sexual mention a no go?

So in an effort to humor myself, I felt compelled to write my personal ad......read more after the jump....



SBF looking for SBM. 23 year old female currently residing in Nashville, TN seeking a partner to travel the path of life with her. Must love children, as she is one half of a packaged deal. Has a son who turns 3 in September. Must be able to engage her mind in all capacities. Must be okay with her being a mom first and a lover second. Must be a man of God...not asking for religion, but spirituality is a MUST. Must be able to understand that last statement. A sexual person is well appreciated. Needs to have a life outside of relationship because she is a fim believer in there being too much in a relationship. No naggers, complainers or nay sayers should call...only open to achievers, goal setters and appreciaters. Must love and treat his mama well. No disrespectful person or you will get the boot. She loves makeup, sports, cars, music, traveling, reading, drawing and educational talks, but most of all she loves God and family. Jealousy is not a policy accepted and neither is fear. She gives 110% percent and looks for an equal return. Your definition of a ride or die. BioChemistry and Microbiology major looking to teach high school or complete medical school. Wants more children as well as marriage. Looking for Mr. Perfect 4 Me....If you fit these qualifications, email her at mstrecie@gmail.com

hahahahahaha.....damn, i'm slick picky huh? Oh well.

Til' then,

Ms. Trecie

P.s.-I am curious as to how many emails I will get! HA! You scurred? Nuh uhn, don't be scurred! lol!
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