Update

So I've received all your emails and chirps and sh*t about the cover. THANK YOU!!! I love it too. I was damn near drooling when Lacey shot it over. She was just as excited, you should have heard us squealing like high schoolers.

The Book Fair went well, when I'm established next year I'll much more likely have a larger part in it. But I did enjoy the scene. I met a few new authors, a few old ones, and made what I hope will be some good industry connections.

My ankle (why do I feel like I've spelled that wrong) is freakin killing me.
As is the heat.

Happy Berfday Ron, Trevor, Princess and Tah.

I am starving so let me go cash my check and hit up some grub. One.

I'm Jacki Simmons, Bitch!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a cover.
This is the face of Caiza Bell; my baby got a face! I love it so much. I didn't have a clue how it was going to come out before and when Lacey called me up at like 10 in the morning to break the good news, she almost died of excitement and when I saw it, I had my foot in the grave as well. So I will be seeing you all very soon... tomorrow to be exact. My freakin phone is off so don't expect to call me but feel free to drop a line on here, MySpace or my email. Talk to ya'll soon.

Summer, Summer, Summer Time

Now that its begun to actually get hot (not like I'm complaining because I would much rather take the cold over this sh*t anyday) there are a few things that I've notcied that simply MUST be addressed before the summer wears on. I'm going to count down offenses from ten.

Number10: It is NEVER okay to leave the house without applying a layer of moisturizer. Especially if you are a member of the NODBAS. (Nation of Darker Brothers and Sisters, a fancy as acronym for Black.) Ash is neither sexy nor attractive. You cannot holla when your hands are looking like you were mixing together the Colonel's 13 herbs and spices.
Number 9: Sistas, I know some of us like to put them extensions in our hair for the summer so we can cut down on the costs of weekly (or bi-weekly if you're lazy/broke) salon visits. Fine, well and good. You CANNOT act like the hair piece you've been rockin since Kennedy was President is ever going to come back in style. If you've been wearing the same braids now in July that you were wearing when Hurricane Katrina hit, you may want to rethink coming out of the house.
Number 8: Again, sistas, wearing clothes that were too small for your baby sister when you bought them is NOT COOL. You will find that a strange phenomena occurs when you wear loose our fitted clothing. You actually feel cooler than you do when everything is clinging to your body. Why do you think Africans don't sweat in their dashikis?
Number 7: Brothas, now is the time to clean up that credit and get up on that child support and get your money right. How you gone call yourself a "pimp" or "gangsta" when you holla'in at me from the backseat of your homies ride? That is not what's poppin, its really not.
Number 6: Coordination is a must. Just because Pay/Half, Payless, SavMart and Easy Pickins are having sales at the same time does not make it alright for you to grab something of the same shade from each store and try to pass it off as a complete outfit. 32 different shades of turqouise is never a good look, no matter who says so. Matching and coordinating are two very different things.
Number 5: To my happy homos (yeah, I gotta get ya'll in there too) No One Wants to lok upon your nakedness. At all. Ever.
Number 4: Just because it's 70/80/90 degrees outside doesn't mean you are going to die. Put on a damn bra, put on some damn drawls, and put on some damn common sense. If you could afford that Gucci wristwatch you're wearing in the extreme heat, you can afford a GE AC from the nearest Best Buy.
Number 3: Summertime doesn't make it okay for your kids to lose structure. Your children do not need to be in the street at 3:30 in the morning. Send they ass to bed, make sure they're asleep and then if you wanna come outside and smoke and drink on the stoop for a little while, knock yourself out.
Number 2: Speaking of stoops, if you happen to live in a certain neighborhood where there are two parks complete with tracks and basketball courts within walking distance of your block, then YOUR BLOCK DOES NOT COUNT AS A PARK. It is ghetto as hell to be barbecuing on the front steps of an apartment building. There are no backyards, no pools, no trees, jsut asphalt and vehicular exhaust.
Number 1: You all knew it was coming, you were jsut waiting for it. The Number One offense, as it is every summer, is the complete and total disregard for personal hygiene. Brothas, a little Irish Spring goes a long way. Sistas, a little Summer's Eve goes a long way. Wash that ass before leaving the house. And if you come outside one more 'gin with your feet looking like you lost your boots in WWII and had to trek 300 miles through Russian snow and tin cans to get to the rendesvous point for your squadron, I swear I will hurt you. Corns, bunions and hammertoes are not acceptable footwear. How could you, how could you bring yourself to slide your feet into three hundred dollar Manolos when every one of your toes has a wart on it as if its name were Nanny McPhee? If you can afford those, you can afford a podiatrist!

That will conclude our broadcast day. Follow these tips closely, because I'll be watching.

Bubblegum and It's Poppin

I'm back my peoplez. So since I'm not going to be able to hit you up for the next few days (busy busy):
-Happy Independence Day
-Hapy Berfday to Keishia, Donna J, Victor, and Neesey.
-I am going to be seriously brainstorming for the next couple of weeks because I need to come up with a promotional package (aka The Jacki Simmons Experience) before the book fair. Which is at the end of the month. I'm very worried. I have an idea of what I want to do but ya'll know how I like to scrap my ideas very often.
-And Moni, I finally tried your chicken/potato/corn foolishness bowl from KFC. Let me just say... I knew I was going to be sick, and I was. I've never had to eat anything that bad in my life. I was beyond nauseated... I'm sorry!!!
-For those of you with the Chirp number, may I remind you that none of ya'll are TI and "when I chirp, shawty chirp back" is not our group motto. I work nights, so I will not be answering you. If you hit me during the day I will (read: might) get back to you in order of importance. YEAH, I SAID IT.
-November 8th is our TENTATIVE release date, it will be worked out in the near future, just keep spreading the word and lettin everybody know lil mama is almost ready to drop.

See ya soon.

Happy Anniversary

It has officially been the one year anniversary of Real Talk.
We've come quite a long way, breakups and makeups, anger and happiness, joy and pain... It's crazy how much has gone down since July 4th 2005. (Oh yeah, and Happy Independence Day) My very first post was two hours fresh out of the swimming pool at my in-laws place. Now I'm in a whole nother world and sheesh, things have changed.
(But I have to dip out of here really quick cuz I need to sleep before work so I will lengthen this post a lil later.)