Sunday, November 16, 2025
"Beeper Codes" Back in the day I used to carry a beeper I only answered if I knew your "Code" MATTHEW 24:36-44 (Read More)
RUNNING NUMBERS
I LOVE YOU #VEGAS
"PLAYING YOUR GAME BABY"
CODES ARE THE SAME, MY CODES ARE UNIVERSAL
Breaking the Player Codes, keys to my car!
1 I am number one in your life
2 Second Wife to somebody??
3 You see or hear GOD
4 I am “HIV” negative
5 Someone with “HIV” near me
7 Vegas, What happened?
8 (Vanessa) 24 (Chevy) Kobe Codes
9 I am not having a “baby”
10 Perfect Me
11 Who wants to RAPE ME??? FYB
12 Jesus had Disciples how many?
13 Ruth (Bible Teacher)
16 Pope Francis, I am a proud Roman Catholic
18 RIP DJ
21 "Snoop" or Weed/Marijuana (y’all so LOUD)
22 Both on a second marriage
31 Chris Brown (text access)
34 Walter Payton NFL
36 Bishop Don Juan
40 Presidential Codes
42 Floyd Mayweather (text access)
45 What gun do I carry? Or Trump
50 I am going off about something, or the fake blocking Dre for Scottie
65 Dr. Dre aka Andre Young (you see that email) (text access)
66 GB2G aka George Bush:)
68 Year I was born
79 Kevin Hart, I did catch you shut up
87 Dee
93 DJ (RIP)
95 Deja
97 Hootie
106 Park it right here (My birthday)
168 Debbie LUCKY lottery number
WHY WOULD I WORRY WHEN I KNOW WHO I AM???
"Woman With the Issue of Blood"
Pleshette texted lies to Congressman Davis
During her last rant
Tonight (11:15 pm after a light nap)
I listened to Stephen Thurston explain the very claims I raised in Valentine vs. HGV and Pleshette Robinson, something settled in my spirit. Hearing someone else outline the facts of my current life made me pause and ask myself a question I’ve carried for years:
Where were you when I was in Chicago?
I think back to those days dark, heavy, lonely and how badly I wanted to stand tall among the very people who heard me crying. The same people who watched me walk through hell back then are now translating and interpreting my present-day experiences, as if my life is their sermon material.
And let me tell you something: Using Dr. King as a talking point does nothing for me anymore, especially when so many of you treat me like his bastard child someone you expect to stumble, fall, and break so you can gather around and analyze me like a case study.
I broke the chains of ignorance to satisfy your curiosity.
I survived what you whispered about behind closed doors.
Pleshette did what she did to herself when Davis shared his notes with the “upper room.” That’s not on me that’s on them.
And to Cameron, who always finds me at any PUSH event for a hug I appreciate you. Jackie, kiss Jackson for me.
But hear me clearly: "I am not returning to Chicago for any reason".
Deja has already said she wants to stay, and I respect her choice. As for me, I’ll manage my health, handle my life, and keep moving. Because life goes on.
I’m 57 years old now.
I’ve been celibate sex-free since 2018. That’s not a punishment; that’s me loving myself first.
When I look back, I understand the motives, the intent, and the hate behind certain people’s actions. When someone makes a tasteless joke like:
“Don’t die in my face.”
It’s not funny. And my mind immediately asks:
“Were you trying to kill me?”
People say I think too much. But tell me how should a person feel knowing someone had that kind of intent?
And worse… that they admitted it, even if they failed?
This is my truth.
This is my healing.
And just like the woman with the issue of blood, I’m reaching for wholeness after years of being overlooked, dismissed, and talked about instead of helped.
I’m still here.
Still rising.
Still choosing myself.
I refuse to downplay my intelligence, to make you comfortable with your ignorance!! (Repost from May 4, 2025)!
Sorry to Break the Mold But I Am Not Your Stereotype
Sorry to break every mold of your definition of what a Black woman should be but not all of us are uneducated, ghetto, or illiterate. In fact, some of us are moguls in the making. It’s ironic how so many admire Black men, copy our culture, chase our rhythm, and steal our slang but can’t respect the very women who gave them life.
Allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m a double major, double minor college student studying Tort Law and Business Management, with minors in Culinary Arts and Hospitality Management. My dream? To be a hotelier not just in theory, but in practice. And that dream is becoming a reality.
I’m currently in negotiations to purchase a 21-bedroom, 19-bathroom estate in Las Vegas, with plans to convert the property into a private luxury resort and short-term vacation rental. That’s right I’m not just dreaming big. I’m building bigger.
Everything I do falls under the umbrella of C.A.V.E Enterprises, my multi-business empire. I currently own and operate:
A catering service
A bed and breakfast
A residential & commercial cleaning service
A marijuana cultivation farm
An adult entertainment service
A security firm
A travel business
A childcare business
Every one of these ventures will be fully operational or funded upon the closing of my current legal case valued at $300 million. Yes, you read that right. I’m securing the bag, brick by brick, and I’m doing it my way.
That’s why it’s no surprise that my confidence threatens some. I walked into my previous job with presence and that alone made me a target. When you’re self-assured, when you exude grace and ambition, people who hide behind titles and insecurities will always feel exposed. And some will go to great lengths to try and tear you down.
Like the supervisor who booked a tour under my name, knowing it would trigger disciplinary action. Or the write-up I received for "low productivity" after being intentionally boxed out from customers. But how can you expect me to thrive in a cage built to contain me?
Still I thrived. That’s when they got scared.
I later found out that my blog was being leaked, read, and obsessed over. Either by managers or those sent to track me yes, stalkers. And when I realized I was earning less in 37 hours than I made in a single 10-hour cleaning session ($500 vs. $450), I knew it was time to exit stage left.
By the time they forced my hand, I had already accepted a better offer. The very next day, I walked into a job fair and left with eight more opportunities all paying $18/hour or better.
You see, I’m not a groupie. I’m a woman with vision. I don’t need a man like Scottie to validate me. I’ve got four degrees pending, an empire under construction, and legal wins in motion. What I don’t have is time for insecurity-driven drama.
Phil Ruffin? I know your camp sees me. I know some of these tactics are distractions, designed to steer the spotlight away from the exposure I brought your way. But here’s the twist every attempt to tear me down only boosted my visibility. My presence at Treasure Island rattled some cages. But I wasn’t there to be gawked at. I was there in purpose, in poise, and in power.
I don’t need to alter my body to fit in. My lips are real. My soul is grounded. I cook, clean, raise my children, and earn my own. That’s likely why I’m respected, loved, and watched closely.
And to anyone worried about me taking their man? Relax. I probably don’t want him. But while you’re focused on me, you’ve opened the door for someone else who might. Don’t lose yourself in insecurity and then blame others for your reflection.
No, I’m not trapped in an empty life. My life at every phase is rich, real, and mine. From my business boardroom to my future resort in Vegas, I move with purpose.
And yes… I see you watching. Glad you noticed.
New Birth Report: I live where I live to save money ... "You found me in Vegas" (again)
"Woman with the issue of blood"
If you say Pleshette to me one more time
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