YOU KNOW YOU MISS ME 532 NEW READERS IT'S ONLY 11:52 AM!!!

You Know You Miss Me

Let’s be honest you know you miss me.

I’ve been home all week, in my own lane, doing what I do best: building, writing, and resetting. Blogging has been my space, my rhythm, my way of getting back to center and clearly, it’s working.

My ratings don’t lie. Yesterday I was at 366. Today? 532 and it’s only 11:54 AM.

That kind of growth doesn’t happen by accident.

It happens when you step back, refocus, and move with intention.

And I’ve realized something important in the process: my life works better when I’m working remotely, from home. There’s a balance here that I don’t get anywhere else. My personal life and my professional life finally feel like they’re not competing they’re aligned.

Peace, productivity, and clarity all live here.

Now, I’ll step outside my zone for just a moment just today. I’ll coach, I’ll tap in, I’ll engage. Call it a one day appearance.

We’ve got NCAA energy on CBS running until 5 PM, and then it’s straight into NBA on NBC action for the night. A full day of motion, strategy, and presence.

But let’s clear something up while we’re here.

No one controls me.

Not narratives. Not assumptions. Not names.

I move on my own terms.

And for those trying to box me into one connection or one story you’re missing the bigger picture. My network, my relationships, my opportunities past, present, and future speak for themselves.

Options have never been my issue.

Alignment is.

So if you find yourself confused, out of place, or sitting in the wrong seats… that’s not on me.

I know exactly where I belong.

And right now?

I’m exactly where I need to be.

Ok why are my ratings so high in SINGAPORE???

THIS BLOG HAS A GLOBAL FOLLOWING!!!

ADAM SILVER & NBA: CHEVY CODES ARE THE SAME MY CODES ARE UNIVERSAL... WHY YOU KEEP RESPONDING??? (Repost 3/16/2025)

THE NBA IS TOO BUSY MAKING MONEY OFF NUMBERS

****CBS FOR MARCH MADNESS SUNDAY MARCH 22, 2026 FROM 12 PM TO 5PM, THEN NBA AT 5PM ON NBC****

MEET SCOTTIE'S TWIN MY SON DEVONTE PIPPEN

Dear Chicago Bulls Organization,

I am writing to propose a settlement agreement regarding the distressing incidents involving myself and members of the Chicago Bulls organization, specifically Scottie Pippen, Carl T Pippen, and Larsa Pippen.

After careful consideration, and in the interest of resolving this matter amicably and swiftly, I am willing to forgo pursuing legal action in exchange for a settlement of $250 million dollars. This amount reflects the extensive harm, suffering, and damages inflicted upon me as a result of the stalking, harassment, rape, willful intent to cause harm, and other crimes perpetrated by the aforementioned individuals, which were left uncorrected by the Chicago Bulls organization.

I believe this settlement is fair and just given the severity of the offenses and the profound impact they have had on my life. It will also serve as a deterrent against future misconduct and underscore the importance of accountability within the sports community.

In addition to the financial compensation, I request that the Chicago Bulls organization implements comprehensive measures to prevent similar incidents from occurring in the future. This may include but is not limited to:

1. Mandatory training on harassment, discrimination, and respectful behavior for all players, staff, and affiliates.
2. Establishment of a confidential reporting system for victims of misconduct.
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4. Swift and thorough investigations into any allegations of wrongdoing, with appropriate disciplinary action for offenders.
5. Regular audits and assessments of organizational culture to ensure compliance with ethical standards and legal obligations.

I am open to discussing the terms of this settlement further and reaching a mutually agreeable resolution. However, I urge prompt action to address this matter and prevent any further harm to individuals associated with the Chicago Bulls organization.

Please contact me at your earliest convenience to initiate discussions regarding the proposed settlement.

Thank you for your attention to this matter. I look forward to resolving this issue expeditiously and amicably.

I CONTROL THE FLOOR AT ALL TIMES

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

6 Dr. J and/or LeBron James

7 Carmelo Anthony (#Vegas)

8 (Vanessa) 24 (Chevy)  Kobe Codes

9 I am not having a “baby”

10 Perfect Me

11 Who wants to RAPE… yeah

12 Jesus had Disciples how many?

13 Esther (Bible)

16 Pope Francis

18 RIP DJ

20 Gary Payton

21 Weed/Marijuana (y’all so LOUD)

22 Both on a second marriage

23 Michael Jordan

25 Derrek Lee (Cubs)

31 Chris Brown

33 Scottie Pippen

34 Walter Payton

35 Kevin Durant

36 Bishop Don Juan

40 Presidential Codes

42 Floyd Mayweather

45 What gun do I carry?

45 Donald J. Trump

50 I am going off about something, not the rapper jerk #FAKE

52 Supreme Captain Mustapha Farrakhan

58 Federal Judge Zagel (RIP)

65 Dr Dre

66 GB2G aka George Bush:)

68 Year I was born

69 Commander Brian Thompson aka “Silver Fox” (Rahm)

87 Dee

93 DJ (RIP)

95 Deja

97 Hootie

99 JAY-Z

00 Diddy

106 Park it right here (My birthday)

168 Debbie LUCKY lottery number

SO LET ME GET THIS RIGHT YOU WANT ME TO CHEER FOR HIS SON PLAYING FOR MEMPHIS WHEN HE IS WEARING MY SON UNIFORM???

NO TOUR DATES WILL BE CANCELED!!!

WOW.... RIP TOMMY... #REALLY "NO TOUR DATES WILL BE CANCELED" WITHOUT BOBBY

“You Will Always Be My Brother, Tommy”

Some memories don’t fade.

They don’t soften with time or lose their edge.

They live in you loud, vivid, and unshakable.

“You will always be my brother, Tommy.”

When I think back, I can pull from hundreds of moments tied to New Edition. I’ve been there since the beginning watching history unfold in real time, living stories most people only hear about.

But if you asked me to choose one single memory… just one…

It would be that weekend in Atlanta.

A Weekend That Changed Everything

I was checking out of the Ritz in Atlanta with Sean Levert after what had been a beautiful, peaceful weekend. Everything felt calm easy.

Then my phone rang.

It was Katie (McCoy).

Panicked. Urgent. Shaken.

She told me Lisa had taken off with her granddaughter, Kai and she was terrified. She begged me to find them. Not later. Not eventually. Now.

And just like that, everything shifted.

The Search

It took about 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes of calling, asking, tracing steps… until I found her.

Lisa was staying with someone named Joe Peavy. He had invited her over, and from what I gathered, it wasn’t just a casual visit it was a full-on binge. And Kai was there with her.

Now, I knew Lisa.

I knew her sweet tooth not just for sweets, but for life. For excitement. For the night. For the spotlight.

So I went.

Protecting What Mattered

When I got there, things weren’t what they should’ve been.

I made a decision in that moment:

I would stay.

Not for the party.

Not for the drama.

But for Kai.

If Lisa was going to go out, then I was going to make sure her granddaughter was safe.

That same weekend, Bobby Brown was celebrating a birthday somewhere in Atlanta. And if you knew Lisa, you knew she wasn’t going to miss it.

She had to be there.

Had to be seen.

Had to be the moment.

And where Lisa went… trouble often followed.

When Things Turned

She went to the party with JoJo.

But JoJo wasn’t having it especially not while she was entertaining attention from another man. Tension built. Energy shifted.

And when they came back…

Everything exploded.

An argument broke out, and before it could spiral any further, JoJo pulled a gun.

In that moment, there was no time to think.

I stepped in.

Not because I wasn’t afraid but because I refused to let things go there.

The Call That Mattered

Once things settled enough for us to leave, I made one call.

Tommy.

I told him everything.

No hesitation. No questions.

He came.

That’s who he was.

A Safe Place

Tommy picked us up and drove us to 5300 Power Ferry Road.

To the Atlanta home of Whitney Houston and Bobby.

That night, we were safe.

And sometimes… that’s everything.

I Won’t Say It All…

There’s more to that story.

A lot more.

But some memories aren’t meant to be told all at once. Some are meant to be held close, protected, just like we protected each other back then.

For Tommy

You showed up when it mattered.

You didn’t ask questions you acted.

You made sure we were safe.

And that’s something I will never forget.

“You will always be my brother, Tommy.”

I’ll miss you, baby.

HOME REMEDIES WORK BEST

Home Remedies Work Best

I can’t fully explain it but I’ll try.

Since COVID, my body just doesn’t respond the same anymore. My immune system feels like it’s on high alert all the time. A simple cough, a sneeze, or anything floating through the air can set me off. It’s like my body shuts down instead of fighting back.

Recently, I was seen for high blood pressure. Now add menopause into the mix along with missed hormone treatments and you’ve got a perfect storm. And that’s not even touching the stress I’ve been dealing with. It’s a lot. Some days, it feels like my body is carrying everything all at once.

What really doesn’t make sense? It’s over 90 degrees here in Vegas… and somehow, I’m sick. Again. I don’t even know with what anymore.

At first, I did what most people do I reached for medicine. Syrup, to be exact. But after a day of dosing myself, I felt worse in a different way. Twisted, off balance, not like myself. I even caught myself half asleep, humming “sippin’ on some syrup.” That was my moment. I knew I had to stop.

So I put the bottle down.

Instead, I went back to what I know.

I grabbed lemon, garlic, cloves, honey, ginger, and a peppermint tea bag and I got to simmering. No measurements, no overthinking just instinct and tradition. That same night, I made homemade chicken and rice soup. Simple, warm, healing.

And something shifted.

It reminded me that sometimes, the things we’ve always known the remedies passed down, the natural ingredients, the slow process of making something from scratch work better than anything you can grab off a shelf.

Even a character like Agnes made me pause and reconsider my relationship with herbal remedies. Funny how inspiration shows up, right? One day this week, I plan to go out and collect fresh herbs myself. Get closer to the source. Reconnect.

I’m also learning my body has preferences now. Air conditioners? They make me congested and mess with my breathing. A fan might be the better investment for me. It’s about listening really listening to what my body is saying.

And let me say this clearly: just because I know people with money, or people in high places, does not make me any less human. Their resources are not mine. My reality is mine. And in this season, every small tip, every natural solution, every bit of self-awareness matters.

Right now, I’ll choose a home remedy over a bottle any day.

This isn’t about rejecting modern medicine it’s about balance. It’s about knowing when to return to what grounds you, what heals you gently, what aligns with your body instead of overwhelming it.

This week, I’m focusing on building my herb collection.

Because healing, for me, is becoming personal again.

I SAID... #RAHAB WAS USED BY GOD

THE TURN UP... SMILE PLEASE

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Phone off at 5pm... In bed #Streaming until Monday #Peacock #Tubi #Pluto

When a Story Reopens a Wound: Grief, Love, and the Unexpected Power of “Hamnet”

I didn’t expect to cry today.

I pressed play, thinking I was about to watch a beautifully told story—something thoughtful, maybe even emotional. But I wasn’t prepared for what it would pull out of me.

As I watched unfold, I found myself drawn into the bond between siblings the quiet, unspoken understanding, the instinct to protect. And then it happened. A child doing everything he could to save his sister… and in the end, dying in his mother’s arms.

That moment didn’t stay on the screen.

It reached into me and pulled up something I live with every day.

My son, Devonte “DJ” Pippen, was taken from me. Murdered. A reality no mother should ever have to speak, let alone survive. And in that scene, I didn’t just see a story I saw my pain. I felt it. All over again.

There’s something about storytelling especially the kind that carries the emotional depth often associated with creators like that doesn’t just entertain. It exposes. It opens doors we sometimes spend years trying to gently keep closed.

Today, that door swung wide open.

Grief is not linear. It doesn’t stay tucked away just because time has passed. It lives in moments like these unexpected, uninvited, but undeniably real. A film, a line, a look between characters… and suddenly you’re back in a place you know too well.

But here’s what I’m realizing, even through the tears:

That pain exists because love exists.

The reason that scene hurt so deeply is because I know what it means to love a child with everything in me. The reason I saw my son in that story is because he is still a part of me woven into my thoughts, my memories, my very being

Grief doesn’t mean we are broken

It means we remember

It means we loved fully, deeply, and without limits

And maybe, in some quiet way, these stories don’t just reopen wounds… maybe they remind us that the connection we have with those we’ve lost never truly disappears

Today, I cried

Not just because of a story

But because I am a mother who still loves her son.

Personal Confession: Chicken w Rice Soup & Syrup

Its 95 degrees outside... 

 Home nursing WTF this is... 

 This syrup gets me higher than weed 

C.A.V. ENTERPRISES LLC is OFFICAL IN VEGAS

Do You Know How Much Money I Make for Other Companies???

I’ve been up all night… stressing, thinking, calculating—replaying every role I’ve ever stepped into and dominated. And one question keeps echoing louder than anything else:

Do you know how much money I make for other companies?

Because I do.

And it’s enough to keep me awake.

For a moment, I almost let myself fall into a pity party. Another position where I overachieved. Another environment where I gave more than what was required—more than what was appreciated. I came in motivated, excited, ready to bring value… only to realize that most people and companies rarely deliver on their promises.

And yet, when you do find one that somewhat delivers, you push yourself to the edge trying to maintain it. You overextend. You overperform. You overgive.

Why?

Because that’s who you are.

I’ve always been drawn to commission-based roles—positions where I can see the direct return on my effort. Where I know my energy translates into revenue. Where I earn a cut of what I produce. There’s something honest about that exchange.

But here’s the truth that hit me hardest tonight:

What if I put that same energy into myself?

What if every ounce of hustle, strategy, creativity, and resilience I’ve poured into building their companies… I redirected into building mine?

What if the profits I’ve generated for others became revenue streams for me?

That thought alone shifted something in me.

I had to get honest with myself—completely honest.

I will never live a “normal” life. There will never be anything ordinary about how I think, how I move, or how I execute. And for a long time, I questioned that. I wondered if I needed to shrink, adjust, or fit into spaces that were never designed for someone like me.

But now?

I see it clearly.

My difference is my power.

And in all of my madness—because yes, I’ll call it that—I’ve found something I’m deeply grateful for: people who listen. People who witness. People who document parts of my journey so that, even in my most chaotic moments, there’s a record… a reminder that I’m building something real.

Something intentional.

Something mine.

It’s time.

Time to build myself.

Time to build my businesses.

Time to stop being the engine behind someone else’s machine and become the architect of my own.

I’m already laying the foundation. I have three passive income streams in motion, and I’m stepping into a long-awaited project—one that feels bigger than me. One that feels aligned with purpose. The kind of work that doesn’t just generate money, but meaning.

The kind of work I believe GOD has been preparing me for.

This isn’t about proving anything to anyone anymore.

This is about alignment.

Ownership.

Legacy.

Because at the end of the day, no one will ever understand me the way I understand myself.

And that’s more than enough to build an empire.

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