groovy tunes

2 posts in one day after 5 month hiatus, i bet u feel lucky to be the only reader of this blog. i was realizing it's been sometime since i last updated my music playlist on this blog so i knew it was time. i dug down deep to remember my early days of getting my groove on, and i knew i had only 1 choice..... la bouche! they would get this anchor moving in ways never known to man(for better or worse). i also had to throw in haddaway to bring back the roxbury as well (cause we all know la bouche & haddaway go hand n hand). so enjoy the groovy tunes while u read and feel free to cut a rug while ur at it (or for rich dad u can do donuts in ur new ride). im actually getting my dance swagger back while i write this post and listening to these tunes again. i posted this picture cause that anchor in blue looks (and dresses) like this anchor when the club comes a callin. enjoy the tunes!

rich dad's new ride

i know i couldn't leave my last reader holding onto that last post since it was such a downer, so this anchor is back with a follow up post to bring back the good vibes to this blog. when i wrote that last post that whole story with my old neighbor had just happened, and was weighing heavy (like my figure in real life) on me. now its time for the anchor to get back to the basics. lately i've been thinking about my rich dad, he's not my real dad by birth, but by marriage. he's been having such a great time having family stay with him, and it makes me wish everyday we could live with rich dad as well (mainly to save money), but also to spend time with him. rich dad survived the hot summer of utah years ago with brutha money and has told his Herring story to those who will listen in hopes of avoiding history repeating itself. rich dad was forced to sit in a car with no air conditioning while traveling through the hot deserts of utah with brutha money. not knowing what to do when faced with heat exhaustion he did was any rich dad would do.... roll down the windows and hope and pray for the ride to be over with soon. soon was almost not enuff time, but luckily he survived. rich dad recently got a new ride that has this anchors jealous. rich dad made sure that his new ride had plenty of air conditioning so no one ever has to sit through a ride like that again with him at the wheel. pics enclosed at the top of the post to see why rich dad is so wise. rich dad we love u down in brutha money land. can't wait till we have our chance to live with u and have u enjoy our company as much as ur getting to the others these days. good nite rich dad from brutha money aka the anchor.

guess who's back????

i know it's been awhile, but i'm afraid for all the haterz this anchor is still alive and kicking. i'm sure by now i am down to 1 reader (if even that), so i know i gotta make this post one of my best. unfortunelty for that 1 reader i doubt this is that great of a post. last week was definelty a week that i will never forget. i came home from work like most mondays - fridays on thurs and i logged onto my facebook as i usally do (i have a very boring life), and several people had statuses about a shooting in a neighboring town. as i read through the story to see what was going on with this headline. it tore my little heart to hear that there was a family, a mom and her daughter, her daughters fiance, and their little 16 (or 18 depending on which headline u read) month old all shot dead. out here in anchorville shootings are the norm and unfortelty are headlines any day ending in y. this story stuckout so much cause the person who committed the mass murder. the shooter who turned the gun on himself and killed himself to make it an even 5 dead was............. my old neighbor. in a blink 3 generations of a family where all taken off this earth. i know how unfunny this post is as opposed to my norm, but this story that took place last week is still has me in shock. since i know this post is such a buzzkill i will end it, but i will give some hope for my 1 blog reader that im back and i will try to post more and be more anchor style in my writings. adios.