Tuesday, April 21, 2009

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

NEW ELLE WORD Tonight! April 14, 2009

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Onix talks to The Elle Word about his involvement with Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

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My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.

The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life. For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn. Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous.

The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake.

And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more. Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

President Barack H. Obama

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

The Last Day That She Lived...

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"Stephanie, you need to get down to the hospital right now. She's not going to last much longer." I begin to panic. The blood is racing through my veins and it feels like razors flowing through me. "She's not going to last much longer". I can't wrap my head around that. The pilar of strength... my Hero... my Love. I pick up the phone and I call my best friend, "Alicia? They said she's not gonna last much longer so I'm headed over to the hospital. Come when you get off of work." She says, "No, I'm leaving now. I'm coming to get you. Just stay where you are." See, being my best friend, she knew that I wasn't o.k. That even though I'm one of the strongest people there is, if anything was going to break me, this surely would.

We walk into the hospital and I get to her room and she's... she's having trouble breathing. She's hooked up to all of these machines and my Uncle is sitting next to her looking like a shell of the man he used to be. I go over to her and I kiss her. She can't talk. Her breathing, labored. I grab her hand and look into her eyes so she knows I'm connected to her. I begin to talk... to say all of the things that I want her to know before she leaves me.

"Grandma, I love you. Thank for everything that you've done for me. Thank you for being the only person who loved me from the time she knew about me until the time she closed her eyes. Thank you for loving me, even when I didn't know how to love myself. And thank you for teaching me the value of a promise. You remember our little saying about promises, right? A promise is a promise, remember? So I promise you that I will take care of your family the way you did. I promise you that I will finish losing this weight that I put on. And I promise you that I will go back to school and graduate. And a promise is a promise, right?"

I know it... I can feel her. She needs me to tell her that it's okay to go. Everything inside of me is screaming, "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!", but I know that's selfish. She needs me to let her go. She's hanging on for us. "Grandma, I love you. But it's okay to go now. We'll be okay. It's time for you to go be with God and be healed and whole. You hear me? It's okay to go." With that said, I explain to her that I'm going to go check in with my Mom to let her know that I'm here and then I'll be right back. I kiss her. I smile. I walk out of the room and soon as I know she can't see me anymore, my legs buckle and I hit the floor. An unusual display of "weakness" for me.

I go check in with my Mom and I collapse in her arms. My Mom and my Grandma raised me. What am I going to do without my other Mom? And then it hits me... this is HER Mommie. I pull it together for her and for my Grandma. We sit and wait... and wait... and wait. She's in a coma now. I was the last person to talk to her. I was the last face she saw. She's alive but only because of the medicine dripping into her IV. My Mom asks me to go with her to sit with my Grandma and of course I do. She's on one side of the bed and I'm on the other. My Mom starts to talk. "Ma. I love you. Thank you for raising me and for sacrificing your life for mine. Thank you for always protecting me. Thank you for letting me sing and play the drums and do all of my drama projects. Thank you for being at every show. Thank you for helping me raise my daughter. Thank you for allowing me and my dauther to be the two people who took care of you after your heartattacks and the stroke. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for making me laugh. And Ma? I know that when you get up to Heaven, you're going to meet Stephanie's babies. Tell them that we can't wait to see them. And take care of them for me until God allows them to come to us. Okay?"

I am floored, that in the moment my Mother is saying good-bye to her Mother, she would think to include my unborn children. The one's the doctors tell me I'll never have. She believes that they are up there waiting for my Grandma to come and make them some Menudo. LOL.

I go outside to make flight arrangements for my Aunt. My Mom's Cousin comes running out of the hospital. "Steph, come quick! She's going!". My heart is in my throat and I can't move. I finally pull it together and go running through the halls of the hospital trying to get to her before she leaves me. Please God, let me get there in time. All of a sudden, it seems like I can't run fast enough. The hallways are getting longer and longer, like I'll never get there.

I arrive to her room and she is surrounded by her children, her grand-children, her great-grand children, her best friend and all of her kids, and my best friend. Everyone is touching her somewhere. My Mom looks at me and says, "Bayba, I want you to pray your Grandma to Heaven." I get sick to my stomach. "Mom, I can't do that!", as I shake my head hysterically. She says, "Bayba! You CAN! Pray her home." So I touch my Grandma's leg and I begin to pray. And you can feel the Spirit of God in the room. "Lord, thank you for blessing all of us with such an incredible woman. Thank you for the gift that you've given us in her. But now, it's time for you to take her home with You. Please surround her with Your love and peace. Take her with You and make her whole again. Heal her body. Heal her spirit. Heal her mind. Grandma, it's okay to go now. We're all here and it's okay to go. In Jesus name I pray and give thanks. Amen."

Beep .... Beep.... Beep.... I get on my knees and I bury my face into her leg. I close my eyes and visions of me as a little girl with my head in her lap and her stroking my hair begin to play in my mind. I start wishing she'd stroke my hair right now. It always comforted me. PLEASE Grandma! Beep ... Beep ... Beep. What am I going to do without her? She's my rock... the only person who ever loved me from beginning to end. The love of my life. The one I always wanted to make so proud of me. Beep ... Beep... Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The nurse comes in and says, "She's gone."

Everyone starts to cry. My Aunt, the person who treated her like crap her whole life, the person who called her a bitch and hung up in her face all the time, the person who used my Grandmother up till there was almost nothing left, she begins to scream, "Are you serious?!? NOOOO!". I am numb. I don't want anyone to touch me. I feel differently all of a sudden. Something has changed inside of me. I look at my Mom and she says, "Grandma passed through me as she left. I felt her go. And it's gonna be okay, Bayba. It's gonna be okay."

I immediately go into soldier mode. I have the entire funeral is planned out down to the music that will be played within 3 hours of her death. My best friend and her family are handling the obituary for the funeral and all I need to do is meet my Mom back at her house to pick out pictures. I get there and we're both laughing as we go through the pictures. And all of a sudden it hits her and she says, "My Mother died today." "Yes, Mom, she did." "My Mom died today..." and she keeps saying it hysterically over and over, her soul destroyed and mine dying a little bit everytime I hear her say those words, "My Mom died today." I put her to bed with a cold wash cloth over her head and as she sleeps, I remember everything about that beautiful woman I called Grandma. And I pray for the strength to get through this and be the strong woman that they raised me to be. Give me strength, Lord.

At the funeral I give the eulogy. I decide to read poems because I'm not sure I can make it through a whole speech. It's bad enough she wanted me to sing at her wake and I barely got through that. I want to be strong for everyone... especially her. As I begin to speak and to read the poems, I see my Mom stand up. To show me her strength... to give me her strength to make it through this moment. This moment that I will never forget. As I walk back to my seat, I pass her casket. Her casket? I kneel down and wrap my arms around it and I kiss it. "Good-bye, Grandma. I love you." We make it over to the burial site and the guy tells me that he's not going to lower the casket until we all leave at the request of the person in charge. I say, "I am the person in charge and I'm not leaving until you've lowered her into the ground."

I stand there and watch my family throw flowers into a hole which will soon be filled with her... They begin to lower her into the ground and everything inside of me wants to jump in there with her because I don't want to be part of a world that doesn't include her in it. But I stand firm and still until she's out of sight. I throw dirt onto her casket signifying that I've let her go. But I haven't and I never will. A part of me died and was buried with her that day. I will never be the same...

They say that time makes it easier. Seven years after her death, I now know that is not true. It never gets easier. The pain that you feel just because a part of who you are and by God's grace, you live. Grandma, every day that I breathe, I will honor your memory. I love you and I miss you more than words can say. Rest in peace, my Love...

Friday, January 16, 2009

AN ELLE WORD EXCLUSIVE!!!

First and foremost THE ELLE WORD would like to send a BIG SHOUT OUT and along with major THANKS to A Real Chance of Love's Bay Bay Bay for hanging with us on The Elle Word last night!
Without giving anything away... Bay Bay Bay STRONGLY advised us NOT to miss the RCOL Reunion Show which is scheduled to air Monday, January 26 at 9pm on VH1!

Now for the Elle Word Exclusive!!!

So, which 4 cast members from RCOL will soon matriculate onto a popular VH1 hit series? Hint: 3 of the 4 have been given the nickname "three the hard way."
The cast members were revealed to us last night on the Elle Word, so if you missed the show you're going to have go to the archives in order find out the answer to the Elle Word Exclusive. http://www.blogtalkradio.com/gabriellet

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Join Elle, Q and yours truly Katsgoturtongue for an exciting edition of THE ELLE WORD
As we welcome as our special guest from VH1's
A REAL CHANCE OF LOVE
the one and only BAY BAY BAY!!!

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