Tiffie B.'s Corner

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Excited for Michael Jackson!

Hey Y'all!

After nearly five fucking years, the music world is FINALLY doing something right!
The spirit of the King of Entertainment, Michael Jackson, will live on, TONIGHT, at the Billboard Music Awards, in the form of a hologram.
The story of this exciting and masterful comeback broke only a few days ago, and truly, the MJ fandom has been going haywire every since. And as part of that fandom, I will say I haven't slept right in days, waiting for this! (thank God for coffee!) The question coming out of everyone's mouth via social media is "WHAT WILL MICHAEL LOOK LIKE?"
It literally takes me back to the days of when Michael was earthbound and he would go someplace. The first thing I asked was, "What was he wearing? How was his hair?" The consensus I'm seeing is that most of the fans beleive that a "Bad" tour Michael Jackson will be revived onstage.

The idea behind this, is that, really, in 1988, Michael Jackson did sit and have a hologram of himself start to be developed, with his image being created. I'm not sure if he actually got to see the digital version of himself, but the image was left behind to be tinkered with.

A hologram coin with an image similar to the way Michael's 1988 hologram looked.
And a few years ago, I beleive it was at Coachella, another deceased singer was brought back when Tupac Shakur debuted in hologram form.

Tupac to the right, looks pretty realistic. But I'm glad they waited to perfect the technology a few years before using it on Michael Jackson. I want it perfect.
But the thing I keep thinking about is...wondering really is "What if it's not BAD Michael? What if it's MATURE Michael?"
My way of thinking is this: If the hologram is a success, someone is going to jump up and want to send Hologram Michael on tour. And really, if it were 55-year-old Michael Jackson on tour in real life, he'd look closer to how he did in "This Is It" as opposed to "Bad".

You get the curly hair, as with the Bad tour, but obviously, Michael's complexion is lighter due to his Vitiligo, and he's a bit thinner...but GOSH, does it really matter?
In a world where a bunch of no-talent hacks no one even will care about 5 years from noware taking over, we have to cling to what we can get from the man that was and is the BEST.
That's Michael Jackson.
And frankly I don't mind if it's 15-year-old Mike, 25-year-old Michael or 55-year-old Michael emblazoned on that stage tonight, I just want MICHAEL JACKSON up there, period.
Back where he belongs. Back where he deserves to be.
Back recieving awards and headlining shows and giving me and "my people" palpiltations at the sight of him.
I want my eyes to bug and tears to well up and feel that warm, peaceful feeling in my chest that I always had when I looked at him.
Furthermore, I want all these little so-and-so acts runnign around to look up and see how a HOLOGRAM of a man that's been in Heaven for FIVE YEARS can still outdo and slay all thier asses!

Because even after FIVE YEARS, Michael Jackson is still FLAWLESS!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

A Couple of Jackson-Themed Dreams!!!

Hey Y’all!

I have to tell you, last night was a banner night for me! I not only had a dream about the King of Pop, Michael Jackson, but also his brothers, The Jacksons! Both dreams were incredibly vivid and entertaining and I wanted to share them with you, while they were still fresh in my mind. (I forget my dreams so easily sometimes! *cries*)

MICHAEL JACKSON:

This dream started out strangely enough. I was in what appeared to be something like a small boathouse. (I never sail). But it had a little kitchen in it and for some reason, I was trying to fry some fish fillets. They never did come out right. As I was cooking, I could hear a whole bunch of people start shouting and calling my name and Michael’s name. So I walked out of the boathouse and I guess over to the dock, where a motorboat was pulling it. It had a couple on it, and two little girls. They were not Jacksons, but they seemed to know who I was. And as I stood there, Michael came up and joined me saying hello and hugging the kids. It was a Dangerous sort of looking Michael in the CTE shirt and with the long, blown out hair like in “Remember the Time”. He then asked me to them the house, and he went disappeared back inside.

Next to the boathouse was Michael’s main house, I assume, but it was nothing like Neverland. It was a beautiful little suburban-type house anyway. I assume, I was Michael’s wife, perhaps. But the people were happy and followed me into the house. I knew I was in Michael’s house, because the first thing I showed them was a a big shelf holding a bunch of his music awards. And for some reason, there was an old bicycle for Paris mounted on the wall, but I never saw any of Michael’s children in there.

So me and the four others went around looking at the house and some how wound up in the kitchen, where Michael, bless his heart, was doing his best to cook. What he cooked seemed to frighten the children, and they began asking me for Ramen Noodles instead. So Michael Jackson ate one monstrosity and five others enjoyed Ramen Noodles. LOL.

And the last thing I remember about the dream with Michael, was he was telling everyone to get their swimsuits on, we were going swimming, as the house sat right on the water. It was really, really cute and if I never woke up from it, I’d have lived in that little world forever, happily.

THE JACKSONS:

This dream was really, really great. I got to do something I always wanted to do, I went to a Jacksons concert! I very close to the stage, somewhere around the fifth row, and the place was packed, trust me!

So, the show started just like a real Jacksons’ show with them coming up out of the bottom of the stage with smoke rising and everything. But what was different, was that usually the Jacksons wear really cool suits, and onstage in this dream, they weren’t. Instead, they were all wearing red silk pajamas, and the little church shoes. It was hilarious, because as they performed and danced and sang, a few seats over from me, a lady hopped up, ran onstage and was trying to grab Marlon. But this poor woman was so excited, she fainted and almost slid off the stage.

Marlon tried to save her, grabbing her ankles, and almost being pulled off. AND HE KEPT SINGING THE DAMN SONG!!!

Eventually the Jacksons pulled the pajamas off, and were wearing their suits underneath. The last thing I saw before I awoke from this, was Marlon reaching out and shaking my hand.

And that was all, but it was fun while it lasted!

Friday, April 4, 2014

I'm Ashamed of Myself...

Hey Y'all,

So a few days ago, I started my food experiment where I keep a close track and monitor what it is I'm eating to hopefully change my habits.
And now, looking back on it, I really have a horrendous way of eating.
I have eaten a copious amount of fast food--Breakfast Jacks from Jack in the Box, Curly Fries, Chicken Nuggets, Tontino's Frozen Pizza, Soda and Folger's Coffee.
Then, on Wednesday night, I went to the State Fair with my friend Ebonie. While I did eat far less than I did last year, it still was a mess.

I ate almost an entire Blooming Onion similar to that, a Lamb Gyro and a Funnel Cake with some Bubblegum Slushie.
I can't explain how I hate the way I eat. And I'm surprised whenever I have bloodwork done in dialysis it comes back fairly normal. I have lost close to 100 pounds, and I honestly think that the way I keep it off, considering what goes into my body, is that I do try to not eat until I'm almost falling over with hunger.
I would eat better, but the thing is, I don't like to cook. Not because I'm not skilled at it, I'm a very good cook, it's that I have to think of my father and put him first. And because my father only have three teeth--really--I literally have to spend 4 to 6 hours preparing dinner for him, which includes smothering something down in a gravy. And I do NOT want to eat that every day. So really, to avoid having to cook two seperate meals, I else fast food it, or skip it entirely.
Yeah, I know that's bad, that's awful, but one, who's gonna cook for me and two, who's gonna give me the extra money to buy enough for both of us to have meals? Cause I'd rather try to feed dad.
It doesn't bother me. It helps keep me from gaining. Because in a little over a month is my birthday and I desperately want to fit into the cute clothes from Forever 21. When I was fat and ugly, I wanted to wear the pretty clothes and now I can. And I don't really mind of my tummy growls here and there as long as I can zip up those jeans over it.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Food Blog for March 30, 2014

Hey Y’all,

This is my first post, in keeping with my food blogs to see just exactly what I eat, and see how I can improve or alter my eating habits to best benefit myself and try to lose some weight and also see just what I do in a day. Because I just live my life and don’t really pay much attention to what it is I do.

As I stated before my goal is ten pounds, a manageable goal for a month, I believe.

So…my day started today at 9:30. On my non-dialysis days, I try to get up between 9:30 and 10, so I can sleep a little bit longer. And I had my first “meal” of the day--a 16 ounce cup of Folgers Black Silk Coffee with four spoons of sugar and a spoon of non-dairy creamer.

To be honest, I don’t really like to eat breakfast. I’m rarely hungry in the morning, and I prefer to eat when I am actually hungry, rather than trying to force myself. I DO eat breakfast on dialysis mornings because I’ve found without it, I become weak. But on my free days, a cup of coffee suffices.

Coffee is the most important thing I put in my body on a daily basis. My day starts with it. Before I dress, before I put on my make up, I have that coffee.

I would rather have a mug of steaming coffee than a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon strips any day. I know some people drink their coffee black--I looked at a diet Bette Davis did in the 30s, where she had a cup of black coffee and 2 slices of toasted raisin bread. I tried, I quit because black coffee, no sugar, nothing is too bitter for me. Yuck. And the raisin bread I tried was too sweet. So I just skip it.

Get used to this--Sundays, Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, my off days from dialysis--coffee is my “breakfast”.

This is an off day for me, so all I’m “really” going to do, is work some more on the latest chapter of my Michael Jackson Fan Fiction Saga Rage in Hell, and cook dinner later this afternoon. Don’t worry, real food will get into my system before the day is over. LOL.

At 10:20, I had a teeny morsel of coconut cake. My father bought a cake from the grocery store yesterday and while I have no intents of eating any of--all those needless calories--I had to cut it for him, as my father shakes too much from his Parkinson’s disease to do it himself. A little bit clung to the knife I used and I licked it off. I know I don’t need it, especially since I’m going to State Fair this coming week and will probably eat stuff I don’t necessarily need. I view eating not as something enjoyable--that way I avoid overdoing it--but as something simply to shut up my stomach and knock the hunger pangs out for a while. Most often, I can last until about 4 or 5 in the evening before I have to eat.

Today was a weak day. Around noon I became so violently hungry, I had to cave and eat. So I baked off one of those Classic Pepperoni Tontino’s Party Pizzas. I hate to cook, mainly because I hardly ever get to cook what I WANT to eat. Most of the money I spend is not spent to feed me, but to feed my dad. And in a place were I can take half an hour to bake a fillet of fish for myself or grill a steak, like I’d like, I CANNOT. Because my father only has three teeth and its difficult to chew, I instead have to spend 4 to 5 hours smothering some type of meat that I do NOT want and would choose not to eat, so HE can eat. So I will try to make this pizza last me most of the night or ideally until tomorrow. And eating rich, gravy covered food is not the way to LOSE, it’s the way to GAIN. And I have no desire to weight 260 pounds ever again. I’m a woman, not a linebacker.

I drank some Calorie Free Kool-Aid with the pizza. Because of my dialysis and no-existent kidney function, I have to monitor my fluid intake to keep from going into fluid overload and having congestive heart failure. I did this one a few years ago and it was scary.

Around 3:00, I had a Cup of Noodles, Chili Lime flavor. I ate most of the broth and left most of the noodles behind. I’ve been snacking on Roasted, Unsalted Peanuts off and on throughout the day.

It’s almost 4 pm and I am basically THROUGH for the day.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

My Food Experiment...

Hey Y'all!

I know it's been a very long while since I've written to my personal blog, and to be honest, nothing really all that interesting has been going down lately. I've just been writing, Michaeling, and going back and forth to dialysis. Just the usual.

But in a little over a month--May 8 to be exact--I am going to have my birthday. And as a treat to myself for my birthday, I'm giving myself a make over. New hairstyle, new nails, mew makeup, new clothes, etc.
And there is the one thing I'm lacking...the smaller figure.

So in order to keep my eating in check and see just what I am consuming on a daily basis, I will keep a food log between now and my birthday. Right now I weigh about 155 pounds, I'd like to lose about ten pounds, which I think is a fair goal for a month.

So fingers crossed. Wish me luck! Food blog #1 goes up tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Interesting Michael Jackson/Jacksons Dream

Hey Y'all!

It's not often that I have a dream about Michael Jackson or his brothers, but when I do, I like to blog it to document it and keep track of it. And this was one of those dreams that begged to be blogged.

The dream started in this big arena, and it seemed like the Jacksons--Marlon, Tito, Jackie and Jermaine--were finishing up one of thier Unity Tour concerts. It was the older Jacksons, and from the way it looked, they were all greeting and hugging this woman. She looked like royalty, you know in furs and crown and all, but it was NOT Queen Elizabeth. I was standing right behind them.

They looked alot like this in my dream.
I remember I came up behind Jermaine, because he hugged the woman first, of course, and I heard him say he was glad he hugged her and got it over with, because he didn'tlike her to start with. I patted him on the back, laughing, and hugged him, from behind
I reckon I hugged him from behind, because JJ has ass for months.
What tickled me was he was wearing a white shirt like pictures above and I pressed my face into his back and I saw that my black eyeliner came off on his back!
I went through and hugged the rest, and the best was Marlon, because he stopped long enough to kiss me. And he looked amazing too!

How do I say no to that? Marlon can kiss me until our lips bleed!!!
This is where it gets different, I hugged Jackie and Tito last and as I was hugging Tito, a few feet away, Michael appeared. And what was so amazing was that he was actually dressed and coordinated with his brothers, looking like this:

White glittering jacket, just like it had been designed for the Unity Tour with the short hair like in the New York shows from 2001. I don't know if I was subconciously adding Michael to the Unity Tour where he belonged or not.
But Michael had a microphone and was announcing he wanted children onstage, to help him sing Heal The World. As he spoke, I waved at him over Tito's shoulder and he waved back.
And kids did start flooding around him, and what was funny was my friend Stacie was there, with my godson--and her son--Leon, and as she went by with him, she pulled me along, and handed her son TO Michael Jackson. Michael held the boy and continued singing and we squished close to him, singing along too and admiring him.
And then I woke up.
But it was fun to me that at least for one night, ALL of the Jacksons were reunited (no one really wants to see Randy, at least I don't in my dreams...) and they were performing together, the way they should be.
It was nice.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Marlon Jackson Tumblr Links.