Do not attempt to adjust your monitors. This is not a throwback 70’s post. Remember my quest this past spring to start growing an afro like former Lenny Kravitz drummer, Cindy Blackman? Well, I’m halfway there. I figure by February, I’ll have my hair the length that I want it to be.

This is the packed in version, but if I pick it out a bit fuller, you’d be shocked as to how much is really on my head. I’ve been rockin’ twists since last year, but every couple of months or so, I untwist my hair to see just how much my ‘fro has grown. Gotta love the naturals.

If you frequently surf my blog, you know that I talk about my little cousins Jalen and Tyson all the time. They, along with their older brother Jonathan, are the closest thing I have to being my own children.

Well, I found out this morning that Jalen and Tyson are going to have a new baby brother. That will make 4 boys for my cousin and her husband. I should be happy for them, right? Well, I’m not.

Don’t get me wrong, I love children, but my cousin and her husband have been having problems for the past year and she was on the verge of asking for divorce, but now she’s pregnant with her 4th child.

Her husband wasn’t half talking care of the first 3, so why allow yourself to get pregnant with the 4th when you know he ain’t doing shit as a husband, nor as a father. Sure, he spends time with his sons………………..after he shoots hoops all day or play Playstation. Then like an hour before he goes to work at night, that’s the time he gives to the boys. What the fuck?

Now why would you bring a 4th child into that madness? My family and I take care of those boys more than he does. I take it upon myself to help buy them clothes for school, take them to and fro to school, the doctor, etc. when my cousin is working and can’t get off.

I just don’t see how you say that you’re the only one doing something within the marriage and you want a divorce, but yet you allow yourself to keep sleeping with this man and get pregnant. Help me to understand this?

While I was out attending the wake of my mother’s friend’s husband, someone broke into my home tonight and stole my laptop, business checks, a digital printer, 1 digital camera and my gun. I keep my other digital cameras in my safe, so they are still in my possession.

Earlier this evening, I was in my front lawn, picking up pinecones and there was a guy who was walking down the street. He stared at me and I stared back, but he kept walking. And by the time I cleaned up and left to attend the wake, he walked back down the street again.

I had a bad vibe about the guy, but I knew that I had to attend this wake, so I went on anyway. While at the wake, my ADT alarm went off and I was called to let me know that the alarm was indeed sounding. I figured maybe the dogs had triggered the alarm. But when I entered my home, all of my lights were on and I knew immediately that someone had broken into my home.

The person or persons had entered through the master bathroom window. And apparently, when I arrived home, they were just leaving, because they didn’t take any jewelry or other valuable electronic items like televisions, dvd players, etc. My arrival must have scared them off.

I’m glad that I was not harmed, but I feel like I have been raped in a sense because my drawers of my dresser were open and so were my closet doors. It fuckin’ hurts to work hard for everything that you own and people who don’t want to work come in and steal from you.

But I tell you this, if I see this guy again casing houses on my street, as mad as I am at this very instant, I may shoot him on the spot.

From the time I was a child, I’d always heard adults say, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” And I’ve taken that to heart, for the mostpart. So when I attended my aunt’s boyfriend’s birthday party over the weekend, I saw the pastor (who had the church demolished and who hung up on me when I tried to have a civil conversation with him about saving the church) and his wife stop by to wish my aunt’s boyfriend a Happy Birthday, I was shocked.

He walked over to me and said, “Hi, Sister Nikki,” and I kept it moving. Didn’t say one word to him. I mean, the last time I talked to him he hung up on me and felt no remorse. This coming from a man of the cloth. So when he called himself trying to pass the peace, so to speak, by talking to me, I had nothing to say to him.

He knows my phone number and could have apologized to me at any time, but he thinks he’s going to speak to me over a month later since the demolition of the church? He had nothing to say to me then, so why speak now? And I damn sure didn’t have anything to say to him, because he’d talked about my family in the pulpit for going against him and trying to save a 100 year old church.

So when he sauntered over to me, I didn’t say squat. I sipped on my punch, then walked off. My mother had the nerve to say to me, “Nikki, why didn’t you speak back?” I said, “Had I said what I wanted to say, I would have cursed him out. And I wouldn’t feel right cursing out a minister. So I held my peace.”

Now maybe I was wrong, being just as stubborn as he was when he didn’t listen to the community who wanted to save the church, but at that time, I felt it was best for me not to say anything. And Lord, if I was wrong, forgive me, but I don’t think you wanted me to spout obsenities at that party. It would have been another kind of party had I done so.

This is a reminder for everyone to tune in to VH1 tonight at 8pm CST/9pm EST to watch the 2006 Hip Hop Honors. Ice-T is the host this year and the honorees are Ice Cube, Wu-Tang Clan, Afrika Bambaataa, Russell Simmons, MC Lyte, Rakim, The Beastie Boys and Eazy E.

Look for performances from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Bootsy Collins, Shawnna, Lil Eazy-E, Black Ice, Lil Kim, Diddy, Fat Joe, Lil Jon, Da Brat, Xzibit, Talib Kweli, Remy Ma, Q-Tip, Common, The Roots, George Clinton, Young Jeezy, Erykah Badu and KRS-One.

If you miss tonight’s show, never fear because you know VH1 is going to rerun that mugh fifty-eleven times before the end of the month.