DISLIKES
People who constantly ask if you're ready for Christmas
Things advertised that aren't in stock
The reason for the season is not honoured
The excessive things that people do
The demand of it all
People asking what I want for Christmas
The lack of real appreciation and honest sentiment
People who only help charities and such at this time of year only
Christmas music playing the day after Halloween
Mall overcrowding and rude people
LIKES
How Lil Lady always digresses to a childlike state of being
Decorating the house
Wrapping gifts
Buying gifts out of love not obligation
Cooking
Renewed spiritual walk
My special egg nog
Sharing time with friends/family
Wishing each and everyone a beautiful holiday season. God bless and remember always to love to live; live to love!
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
23 December 2009
16 July 2009
Love does not kill; people do!
In light of the recent deaths; Steve McNair and Arturo Gatti, it's clear to me that there is a blatant disregard for love and the person's comprehension of it. People are running around doing all kinds of heinous things in the name of love, but love does not kill; people do. Love is not some ugly tyrant out to hurt people; love is the purest of all emotions; however, the most easily an readily abused emotion. More often than not love has become profane like a 4-letter word and it's sad; so very sad.
I've always said, "the word and deed go hand in hand or that words without action are just words." This applies especially to those who are out there cheating and carrying on in the name of love, but aren't living in the essence of love. The writing is on the wall and there are so many out there that need a to have a Come to Jesus Meeting to get a case of "get right".
Love is something we all need and we all need to share in order to receive. Love is not something to be squandered, ill-applied for personal gain, or to be used as a tool/weapon. Love is something we all want and desire and we must plant the seed in order to reap the reward of it. The scripture says it all. Reflect on it and utilize it to its fullest.
Let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth —1 John 3:18
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
When you see someone in need,
Love demands a loving deed;
Don’t just say you love him true,
Prove it by the deeds you do. —Sper
Check out this link for some additional reading Listen for Love
I've always said, "the word and deed go hand in hand or that words without action are just words." This applies especially to those who are out there cheating and carrying on in the name of love, but aren't living in the essence of love. The writing is on the wall and there are so many out there that need a to have a Come to Jesus Meeting to get a case of "get right".
Love is something we all need and we all need to share in order to receive. Love is not something to be squandered, ill-applied for personal gain, or to be used as a tool/weapon. Love is something we all want and desire and we must plant the seed in order to reap the reward of it. The scripture says it all. Reflect on it and utilize it to its fullest.
Let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth —1 John 3:18
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
When you see someone in need,
Love demands a loving deed;
Don’t just say you love him true,
Prove it by the deeds you do. —Sper
Check out this link for some additional reading Listen for Love
25 June 2009
Things that make upset in the community
...the continued fad of saggin pants
...proceating with known dead beat dads
...having expensive and tricked out cars while living in the hood or with yo mama
...how folk be tawkin like dey don't know no bedda
...showing up at your childs school looking a triple hot mess
...having money to get your hair and nails did, but fuss that baby doesn't have any milk/pampers
...spending more money on material things (bling, cars, clothes etc.,) and not on things that promote wealth (education, stability, upward mobility etc.,)
...keeping up with your vehicles scheduled maintenance and not on your health
...blaming your obesity on being big-boneded
...putting Tims, Jordans, or other expensive shoes on a baby that can't walk
...doing nothing to uplift your community, but complain that the other folk have this or that
...women who dress scantily clad and gyrate to mysogonistic lyrics and then complain about being stepped to some kind of way
...teaching our children to be grown and then fuss them out for "acting grown"
...knowing lyrics to all the horrible songs out there, but not know the schoolwork
...being able to do the latest dance, but can't pass a fitness test
...speaking Ebonics and such is NOT proper English
Deuces!
Love to live; live to love!
28 April 2009
do it and do it well!
We've all heard the expression, "life is short" and we've all complained about something not going our way. Well, we have control over the life we live and how well it's lived. We also have to put words into action if we want change in our lives. So, after listening to Steve Harvey this morning on my way in, he said something that stood out to me and I want to share it with you all.
Time x Effort = your reward!
These are powerful words and something we can all do and is something we need to take pride in executing.
It's so easy to complain, want to give up, hide under the sheets, or whatever one does when things are seemingly not going in their favor; however, with executing that simple equation; Time x Effort = your reward! you can achieve more and experience a more pleasurable life. Whether you want a better job, a stable relationship, peace in your life; no matter what it is, you have to be a part of what you want. All the talk in the world isn't good if there is no action behind it.
So, today my brothers and sisters, review your life; evaluate what you want, and start putting forth the Time and Effort to making it happen. Positive thinking lends favor to positive outcomes. Stay up folks; stay up!
Love to live; live to love!
Time x Effort = your reward!
These are powerful words and something we can all do and is something we need to take pride in executing.
It's so easy to complain, want to give up, hide under the sheets, or whatever one does when things are seemingly not going in their favor; however, with executing that simple equation; Time x Effort = your reward! you can achieve more and experience a more pleasurable life. Whether you want a better job, a stable relationship, peace in your life; no matter what it is, you have to be a part of what you want. All the talk in the world isn't good if there is no action behind it.
So, today my brothers and sisters, review your life; evaluate what you want, and start putting forth the Time and Effort to making it happen. Positive thinking lends favor to positive outcomes. Stay up folks; stay up!
Love to live; live to love!
23 April 2009
ranDUMBness!
How come I see more and more fat/overweight cops, doctors, nurses, etc? Aren't these the people who are supposed to be fit and be in positions to help us?
Why do folk talk to their kids any old kind of way and then pop said kids in the mouth when they talk to others foul?
I'm sick and tired of seeing cops running their mouths on their cells while in their patrol cars without using a handsfree device; meanwhile they're pulling folk over for the same thing they're ILLEGALLY doing!
I'm more than convinced that there are too many folk who are comfortble with ignorance being bliss!
I think I'm going to scream the next time I see Ms. Biggums in the Juniors department trying to squeeze into clothes that my 5' 7", 140, well toned frame won't even put on and I CAN!
I really need to know why so-called grown ass men are dressing and acting like teenage boys and then wonder why they get the side-eye when they try to holla?
For the first time I left a comment on Facebook somewhat airing personal beef; I'll never do that ish again.
When I tell someone I'm about to drive and stop txting, why do they keep txting me?
Just because you can; doesn't mean you should!
If you have unprotected sex with a man who's already got 6 kids, why get mad when you end up pregnant and he doesn't want ish to do with you either?
Women...Using sex to get what you want IS prostitution; I'm so tired of saying that.
Denying your wrong-doings when you know you're busted is just dumb because now you'll never get trust or credibility back.
NEVER ask someone for the truth if you can't handle it; EVER!
Love to live; live to love!
Why do folk talk to their kids any old kind of way and then pop said kids in the mouth when they talk to others foul?
I'm sick and tired of seeing cops running their mouths on their cells while in their patrol cars without using a handsfree device; meanwhile they're pulling folk over for the same thing they're ILLEGALLY doing!
I'm more than convinced that there are too many folk who are comfortble with ignorance being bliss!
I think I'm going to scream the next time I see Ms. Biggums in the Juniors department trying to squeeze into clothes that my 5' 7", 140, well toned frame won't even put on and I CAN!
I really need to know why so-called grown ass men are dressing and acting like teenage boys and then wonder why they get the side-eye when they try to holla?
For the first time I left a comment on Facebook somewhat airing personal beef; I'll never do that ish again.
When I tell someone I'm about to drive and stop txting, why do they keep txting me?
Just because you can; doesn't mean you should!
If you have unprotected sex with a man who's already got 6 kids, why get mad when you end up pregnant and he doesn't want ish to do with you either?
Women...Using sex to get what you want IS prostitution; I'm so tired of saying that.
Denying your wrong-doings when you know you're busted is just dumb because now you'll never get trust or credibility back.
NEVER ask someone for the truth if you can't handle it; EVER!
Love to live; live to love!
22 April 2009
I'm officially trailer trash!
They're reconfiguring our cubicles on the plantation and have temporarily relocated us to a trailer. Wow! Talk about an experience. I feel like a telemarketer in a bullpen because we're all in one huge room sitting close to each other. It's so crazy. I've been in the office since 7:00am this morning and still am not connected to the network and worse yet, this is my busy day. Let's not also take into consideration that I'm going to have to come in on Friday, which is my RDO (regular day off) because I have a document that needs to get out before 3:00pm. Great right?I'm currently using someone else's pc just so I can share this madness with y'all.
So, let me tell you about the trailer itself...It has a camper style toilet, which means you have to prime it (foot pump water into it) before using it and to ensure that your #2 will not stick to the sides of the bowl. We've been advised not to drink the water because it's not potable and when we wash our hands we should still use hand sanitizer. Yea, do the math on that!!! Also, there's a wasps nest in the trailer and I just fond out thath one of the guys is allegic. Niiice! We have to use the water cooler that's installed for consumption, we have a microwave and a refrigerator, so at least we do have some basic amenities. There is another building nearby that we've been given access to of which your girl will be using to handle her toilet business; not that I #2 at work unless it's dire.
We're about a mile or so from the main building, so if we have meetings that we can't dial in for, we have to drive back and forth. In addition, a part of the work I do requires input and signatures from the reviewing party, which will also require me to drive back and forth. You know your girl will be logging ALL her miles right?!
If any of you are complaining about your respective work environments, please think about me and my new status as trailer trash and then be thankful you're not working under my current conditions.
Have a blessed one!
Love to live; live to love!
So, let me tell you about the trailer itself...It has a camper style toilet, which means you have to prime it (foot pump water into it) before using it and to ensure that your #2 will not stick to the sides of the bowl. We've been advised not to drink the water because it's not potable and when we wash our hands we should still use hand sanitizer. Yea, do the math on that!!! Also, there's a wasps nest in the trailer and I just fond out thath one of the guys is allegic. Niiice! We have to use the water cooler that's installed for consumption, we have a microwave and a refrigerator, so at least we do have some basic amenities. There is another building nearby that we've been given access to of which your girl will be using to handle her toilet business; not that I #2 at work unless it's dire.
We're about a mile or so from the main building, so if we have meetings that we can't dial in for, we have to drive back and forth. In addition, a part of the work I do requires input and signatures from the reviewing party, which will also require me to drive back and forth. You know your girl will be logging ALL her miles right?!
If any of you are complaining about your respective work environments, please think about me and my new status as trailer trash and then be thankful you're not working under my current conditions.
Have a blessed one!
Love to live; live to love!
24 February 2009
yea, i said it...and?
I'm sure I'll catch some flack for this, but this is my blog and I can say what I want; so here goes.
I'm so sick to death of Beyonce. Yea, she's pretty, she can sing, and she can dance, but she's not the end all be all in female entertainment and/or talent. In fact, if we weren't SOS (so stuck on stupid for the acronym challenged), we'd recognize and appreciate artists like India.Arie, Goapele, Aya, for their artistic capabilities and talent. We, as women wouldn't get caught up in dumb ass lyrics that plague and pollute the airwaves like, "if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it"; "let me upgrade you"; or "a diva is the female version of a hustler". Really? Actaully, a diva is NOT the female version of a hustler. A Diva is according to Webster's Universal College Dictionary, "a prima donna". So, if you're gonna go around singing about some foolishness, then make sure you know what the hell you're talking about.
And all this Chris Brown/Rihanna mess is on my last damn nerve too. Yea, I feel bad as hell that Rihnana got smacked into a new skin tone, but until either one of them makes an honest; I repeat honest statement about what happened, we'll never know. I'm sick of the rumors and speculation about what happened; who hit whom first, and who gave whom an STD and any other story that's circulating. Personally, a dude break bold and hit on me is unlikely to be the one going to the hospital...ask my ex husband about when he tried to break bad. I digress...I think they both need intervention and counseling to get to the root of their issues before there's any talk of reconciliation. A chic like me probably won't take your hitting on me ass back, but I'm not 19-20 years old in my first realn and paparazzi filled relationship either. I'm not eagerly following this story, but I do hope that they each get the help and care they need.
I DVR damn near everything I watch and Oprah the Cult Leader is one of the shows that's on the list. So, today's episode managed not to get deleted because I really don't care who won an Oscar or what the hell they were wearing or some other lame behind subject that she's been having. Anyway, to my point...Ed Doud, the father of the woman who had the octuplets was on and he was trying to defend his daughter and the choice she made to have all those kids. He spent the majority of the show contradicting himself while trying to shut Oprah up as she asked questions and then said, "so, tell us in your words why you wanted to be here" in the same breath. I kind of felt bad for dude because you could tell he was hurt that people were talking trash and kicking dirt on his kid, but he was also pissed and wished she hadn't done what she did. Personally, I think home girl has mad issues and has no real concept of reality, motherhood, and finances because there aren't too many sane women who'd put themselves in that position. Hell, roll up in the hood and ask Laqueesha an nem if they're happy about their six babies and 4 baby daddies even though they're getting a little child support and got Big Mamma to babysit when they wanna get their part time jayo on or hit the club. Yea, I'll bet you they'll say, "yo, that beyah is crayzee as awl heyall fo dat ish fo real doh!" I can barely stand to be at a kids birthday party, much less try to wrap my head around raising 14 damn kids. I'm one and done for a reason, ya heard! I wish old girl the best, but more importanly, I hope those kids don't suffer the fallout from her rather selfish act. Oh, and I damn sure fault that lame brained dr who inseminated her. He's one of the reasons malpractice insurance is so damn high. His license should be revoked and maybe he should be forced to pay child support for what he did.
Now, let me go back to Oprah for a second. Yea, I called her a cult leader and if you're honest and think about it for a second, you might actually agree. Think about how many products people have bought because Oprah said so. Remember that book scandal? Oprah endorsed some book, had dude on her show, everyone ran out and bought the book and then we found out that dude was a fraud. I bet if dude never made the Oprah show or had her endorse his book, that he wouldn't have gotten the amount of attention or sales he got. Acai berries have been around for quite some time, but because Oprah said it's a great weight loss and health aid, folk ran out and bought the product. I swear I wish I had something homegirl could endorse so I could get y'all nice folk to buy it and then I could go back to my little corner of the world with mad loot in my pocket and a little notoriety; why? Because Oprah said so!!!
For those of you old enough to know who Charlie Wilson is, will know that he has a new CD out. Even if you didn't know, you do now. Anyhoo, I don't recall the name of his new song, but I thought it was actually nice; well, that is until I heard him say "conversate". WHAT? Charlie Wilson aka Uncle Charlie, saying "conversate". I was done! Station change, I couldn't hear another note. It's bad enough we hear all kinds of unintelligible lyrics, mispronounced words, etc., in this so-called song from 20-30 something knuckleheads or stank behind chics, but to hear a grown ass man who's been making good songs for umpteen years say that mess just irks me. Tom Joyner. crusader for all things promoting good black consciousness should have called him on that when he had him on the show, but naw, he let's it slide. Well, I didn't...hell, with radio, that's why I play my iPod.
I am in no way offended by gay people, nor do I think they're an abomination, but I don't understand why some need to tag and label themselves and half the things they own with their rainbow flag. I have gay friends and have asked why it's done and I've gotten mixed reviews. Some have said, they're proud of themselves/sexuality and have no qualms letting anyone know. Others have said, it's not necessary to advertise; they're happy and secure in their sexuality without needing to put it out there. Okay, I get that, but that still doesn't completely answer or conclude my questioning. Let's face it, we may be living in 2009 and gay marriage is legal in some states, but people are still mean and will attack randomly. Say, a group of knucklehead kids are out with nothing to do but cause trouble and see a car with a rainbow flag on it, what's likely to happen? Ding! Ding! You guessed it, they're very likely to cause some form of damage to it for no other reason for it belonging to a gay person who tagged their whip. I'm not saying it's right, because I'm not, but for the love of sanity, can someone please make me understand. PLEASE!
This next topic is one that I fail to comprehend...why are grown ass folk getting their knickers in a twist over whether or not they're in someone's Top Friends on MySpace? Really? You've got to be out of your friggin minds...for real! I was getting my hair done a few weeks ago and I overheard a conversation where one woman said to another, "and I better be in your top", and she was dead ass serious and full of attitude. Is it really that serious? Some people take MySpace entirely too damn seriously for a social networking tool. I can't believe people really get into e-fights and even real life fights over who's who in someone's top friends list. Talk about insecurity. Wah! Cry me a friggin river and find something worthwhile to get twisted over.
I so can't stand VH-1 and their so-called Reality Shows. I've never seen so much crap as I've seen on there. Are that many people socially inept, desperate, lacing self-esteem that they'll publically and nationally embarass themselves for 15 minutes of fame or a chunk of change? Apparently yes and I refuse to sacrifice valuable grey matter on them and I think it's sad that so many people don't think like me, but then again; I'm not in my teens or early 20, which seems to be the chosen demographic for those shows. Those poor people, what a waste of time and energy!
I'm done now!
love to live; live to love!
I'm so sick to death of Beyonce. Yea, she's pretty, she can sing, and she can dance, but she's not the end all be all in female entertainment and/or talent. In fact, if we weren't SOS (so stuck on stupid for the acronym challenged), we'd recognize and appreciate artists like India.Arie, Goapele, Aya, for their artistic capabilities and talent. We, as women wouldn't get caught up in dumb ass lyrics that plague and pollute the airwaves like, "if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it"; "let me upgrade you"; or "a diva is the female version of a hustler". Really? Actaully, a diva is NOT the female version of a hustler. A Diva is according to Webster's Universal College Dictionary, "a prima donna". So, if you're gonna go around singing about some foolishness, then make sure you know what the hell you're talking about.
And all this Chris Brown/Rihanna mess is on my last damn nerve too. Yea, I feel bad as hell that Rihnana got smacked into a new skin tone, but until either one of them makes an honest; I repeat honest statement about what happened, we'll never know. I'm sick of the rumors and speculation about what happened; who hit whom first, and who gave whom an STD and any other story that's circulating. Personally, a dude break bold and hit on me is unlikely to be the one going to the hospital...ask my ex husband about when he tried to break bad. I digress...I think they both need intervention and counseling to get to the root of their issues before there's any talk of reconciliation. A chic like me probably won't take your hitting on me ass back, but I'm not 19-20 years old in my first realn and paparazzi filled relationship either. I'm not eagerly following this story, but I do hope that they each get the help and care they need.
I DVR damn near everything I watch and Oprah the Cult Leader is one of the shows that's on the list. So, today's episode managed not to get deleted because I really don't care who won an Oscar or what the hell they were wearing or some other lame behind subject that she's been having. Anyway, to my point...Ed Doud, the father of the woman who had the octuplets was on and he was trying to defend his daughter and the choice she made to have all those kids. He spent the majority of the show contradicting himself while trying to shut Oprah up as she asked questions and then said, "so, tell us in your words why you wanted to be here" in the same breath. I kind of felt bad for dude because you could tell he was hurt that people were talking trash and kicking dirt on his kid, but he was also pissed and wished she hadn't done what she did. Personally, I think home girl has mad issues and has no real concept of reality, motherhood, and finances because there aren't too many sane women who'd put themselves in that position. Hell, roll up in the hood and ask Laqueesha an nem if they're happy about their six babies and 4 baby daddies even though they're getting a little child support and got Big Mamma to babysit when they wanna get their part time jayo on or hit the club. Yea, I'll bet you they'll say, "yo, that beyah is crayzee as awl heyall fo dat ish fo real doh!" I can barely stand to be at a kids birthday party, much less try to wrap my head around raising 14 damn kids. I'm one and done for a reason, ya heard! I wish old girl the best, but more importanly, I hope those kids don't suffer the fallout from her rather selfish act. Oh, and I damn sure fault that lame brained dr who inseminated her. He's one of the reasons malpractice insurance is so damn high. His license should be revoked and maybe he should be forced to pay child support for what he did.
Now, let me go back to Oprah for a second. Yea, I called her a cult leader and if you're honest and think about it for a second, you might actually agree. Think about how many products people have bought because Oprah said so. Remember that book scandal? Oprah endorsed some book, had dude on her show, everyone ran out and bought the book and then we found out that dude was a fraud. I bet if dude never made the Oprah show or had her endorse his book, that he wouldn't have gotten the amount of attention or sales he got. Acai berries have been around for quite some time, but because Oprah said it's a great weight loss and health aid, folk ran out and bought the product. I swear I wish I had something homegirl could endorse so I could get y'all nice folk to buy it and then I could go back to my little corner of the world with mad loot in my pocket and a little notoriety; why? Because Oprah said so!!!
For those of you old enough to know who Charlie Wilson is, will know that he has a new CD out. Even if you didn't know, you do now. Anyhoo, I don't recall the name of his new song, but I thought it was actually nice; well, that is until I heard him say "conversate". WHAT? Charlie Wilson aka Uncle Charlie, saying "conversate". I was done! Station change, I couldn't hear another note. It's bad enough we hear all kinds of unintelligible lyrics, mispronounced words, etc., in this so-called song from 20-30 something knuckleheads or stank behind chics, but to hear a grown ass man who's been making good songs for umpteen years say that mess just irks me. Tom Joyner. crusader for all things promoting good black consciousness should have called him on that when he had him on the show, but naw, he let's it slide. Well, I didn't...hell, with radio, that's why I play my iPod.
I am in no way offended by gay people, nor do I think they're an abomination, but I don't understand why some need to tag and label themselves and half the things they own with their rainbow flag. I have gay friends and have asked why it's done and I've gotten mixed reviews. Some have said, they're proud of themselves/sexuality and have no qualms letting anyone know. Others have said, it's not necessary to advertise; they're happy and secure in their sexuality without needing to put it out there. Okay, I get that, but that still doesn't completely answer or conclude my questioning. Let's face it, we may be living in 2009 and gay marriage is legal in some states, but people are still mean and will attack randomly. Say, a group of knucklehead kids are out with nothing to do but cause trouble and see a car with a rainbow flag on it, what's likely to happen? Ding! Ding! You guessed it, they're very likely to cause some form of damage to it for no other reason for it belonging to a gay person who tagged their whip. I'm not saying it's right, because I'm not, but for the love of sanity, can someone please make me understand. PLEASE!
This next topic is one that I fail to comprehend...why are grown ass folk getting their knickers in a twist over whether or not they're in someone's Top Friends on MySpace? Really? You've got to be out of your friggin minds...for real! I was getting my hair done a few weeks ago and I overheard a conversation where one woman said to another, "and I better be in your top", and she was dead ass serious and full of attitude. Is it really that serious? Some people take MySpace entirely too damn seriously for a social networking tool. I can't believe people really get into e-fights and even real life fights over who's who in someone's top friends list. Talk about insecurity. Wah! Cry me a friggin river and find something worthwhile to get twisted over.
I so can't stand VH-1 and their so-called Reality Shows. I've never seen so much crap as I've seen on there. Are that many people socially inept, desperate, lacing self-esteem that they'll publically and nationally embarass themselves for 15 minutes of fame or a chunk of change? Apparently yes and I refuse to sacrifice valuable grey matter on them and I think it's sad that so many people don't think like me, but then again; I'm not in my teens or early 20, which seems to be the chosen demographic for those shows. Those poor people, what a waste of time and energy!
I'm done now!
love to live; live to love!
04 February 2009
The Ploy
I swear I've got some kind of Spidey senses because after I posted yesterday, I got a gut feeling that Mr. Toolbelt would call me and you guessed it he did; this morning.
I was at the Dr.s office and my phone rang; well actually it spoke. I have a feature on my phone that announces who's calling. Good thing for me I don't have his number stored in my phone, or it would have sounded something like this, "call from The Stalker" or "call from The Asshole" or "Call from Bugaboo" or something else to that effect, which could have been either amusing or offensive to anyone in ear shot. Instead it announced, "call from 516-435-xxxx and I groaned in disbelief. The nurse, as she was drawing blood asked, "do you need to get that?" I furiously shook my head "no" and allowed her to continue on with her business.
Upon leaving the Dr.s office, I went to grab a bite to eat as I had to fast and by then was really hungry. I went back to work and saw the Message Waiting light on my phone flashing. I immediately thought, "I bet that )*%)*#_*^ already called me and left a message before calling my cell. I reluctantly listened to the message, but was pleasantly surprised to find it was someone I actually enjoy talking to. Figuring I might as well find out what the hell Mr. Toolbelt wanted (he'd left a message), I check my voice mail. He announces who he is (like I wouldn't recognize his voice) and then tells me that I have something of his and that I should call him about it. I chuckle. It's his ploy to get me to call him. I chuckle again.
I do in fact have his authentic Christian Dior sunglesses, which I've had since late August mind you. They look great on me and I honestly was going to keep them. *lol* Anyway, my chuckle now turns into full blown laughter because I think it's hilarious that all of a sudden he realizes that I have them and he wants them back. I guess he figures I'll call him back and then he can try and engage me in conversation...NOT! I'm too slick to get caught out there like that. So, here's how it's going to go down...
1...Find said sunglasses
2...Package them up
3...Address package to my cuz
4...Call her to let her know to expect a package from me and that she needs to give it to her b/f who's friends with Mr. Toolbelt and he can give them to him for me.
5...Aniticipate another phone call once he gets them back.
I've got a feeling I'll probably get another phone call before I even get the sunglasses in the mail, but unless he catches me at work, he won't hear my voice in his ear.
I swear, I just don't get folk, but I'm getting that some of them can be a form of perverse amusement for a twisted mind like mine. *hysterically LMBAO*
Love to live; live to love!
25 March 2008
and i wonder...
these are the prevailing thoughts in my mind right now...
what the end result of the election process will be
if I’ll be able to find a way to help lil lady’s friend “Lisa” (refer to last post)
why people have full-fledged conversations on the phone or text while using the toilet
if I’d have the restraint to call the police on the man who’d molested my child or on myself for killing his ass (a story I saw on the news)
why people take other people’s food out of public refrigerators and eat it
why I’m 40 and now becoming Daddy’s girl
how the Bloggerazzi has become almost as bad as the Paparazzi
why people ask you personal questions that have no value added to their lives, yet flip if you returned in kind
how come birth control is so readily available yet I still see teens with multiple kids they can’t take care of
why people don’t say what they mean and mean what they say
why does my being single matter to anyone
how come we’re all excited about the money the government is giving us; meanwhile they’ll make us claim it as income next year
if I’ll ever truly see justice prevail
why people assume that two attractive people will make a cute baby
if white women think about how they’ll be able to take care of their biracial child’s hair; especially if it’s a girl
when I’ll meet the 5 bloggers I really want to meet this year
why my scale at home always differs from the one at the doctors office
why earth’s devastation or destruction movies always focus on New York City
how a Priest who’s never been married or had sex can counsel someone on marriage/sex *it’s not the same in theory*
what goes through a kid’s mind when they see how adults behave
what sex will be like again *shut up Don!*
how come people don’t believe in the faith and the power of prayer
what the end result of the election process will be
if I’ll be able to find a way to help lil lady’s friend “Lisa” (refer to last post)
why people have full-fledged conversations on the phone or text while using the toilet
if I’d have the restraint to call the police on the man who’d molested my child or on myself for killing his ass (a story I saw on the news)
why people take other people’s food out of public refrigerators and eat it
why I’m 40 and now becoming Daddy’s girl
how the Bloggerazzi has become almost as bad as the Paparazzi
why people ask you personal questions that have no value added to their lives, yet flip if you returned in kind
how come birth control is so readily available yet I still see teens with multiple kids they can’t take care of
why people don’t say what they mean and mean what they say
why does my being single matter to anyone
how come we’re all excited about the money the government is giving us; meanwhile they’ll make us claim it as income next year
if I’ll ever truly see justice prevail
why people assume that two attractive people will make a cute baby
if white women think about how they’ll be able to take care of their biracial child’s hair; especially if it’s a girl
when I’ll meet the 5 bloggers I really want to meet this year
why my scale at home always differs from the one at the doctors office
why earth’s devastation or destruction movies always focus on New York City
how a Priest who’s never been married or had sex can counsel someone on marriage/sex *it’s not the same in theory*
what goes through a kid’s mind when they see how adults behave
what sex will be like again *shut up Don!*
how come people don’t believe in the faith and the power of prayer
20 March 2008
If I can't have you...
Sorry for the delay in my posts, but my life has been rather busy for the past couple of weeks. I managed to get some time so here's a nice long post for you...
Having been the recipient of a (near) Fatal Attraction, I often wonder what goes through someone’s head when they develop such intense feelings that would cause them to act in such a twisted way. Though I never slept with Jose; in fact I don’t recall even kissing him other than a peck on the cheek, I’ve never known what caused him to have such intense feelings for me. He and I were in the same military unit and became friends. He helped me learn the things I’d need for Basic Training (BT) and kind of became my bodyguard; keeping the grimey older men from making passes at me and other inappropriate comments.
We only saw each other monthly when I was at the unit, but we spoke on the phone from time to time. I didn’t think much of his asking about my personal life like school, friends, social life etc, as it seemed like the natural progression of conversation. I did; however, notice his reaction to my conversing with other guys at the unit. He seemed to get angry or agitated and especially if he sensed there was a level of closeness between them and me. There was one guy I was pretty cool with as he and I were leaving at the same time and would be attending the same military occupational school. Jose stepped to the guy as if he was my boyfriend. Tavares told me about the incident and I called Jose on his actions. He tied to down play it and I told him that whatever he thought he was doing, he wasn’t my boyfriend and had no right to talk to anyone that way. He backed off…for a while anyway.
When I wasn’t home for military training, I was at school and Jose took it upon himself to send roses almost weekly. Though flattering; it was inappropriate and uncalled for. He would call at all hours of the day and night and question my roommates as to my whereabouts. He became incensed if they wouldn’t give him specific details. I spoke to him about his calls and again he tried to downplay his actions citing he was just concerned and wanted to make sure I was okay. He would call my parents house on the weekends when he couldn’t catch me on campus and it was then that I started to get really frustrated. Back then, I wasn’t as strong as I am now, so I was a little passive in my telling him to back off and if he didn’t start acting like “just friends” then I couldn’t speak to him at all and would report him to our commanding officer. He got the message…for a while anyway…the pattern was forming.
One Friday, I got a call from him saying he was in Atlantic City and wanted to see me. I told him that I didn’t have a car or access to one and couldn’t make it to the city to see him. This nut took a cab from the city to campus and showed up at my apartment. I was stunned beyond belief. I called my roommate who was home for the weekend to let her know he was there just in case something happened to me. She’d known what was going on and had been playing referee where he was concerned. I set him up on the couch and locked myself in the bedroom for the night; though I barely slept. The following morning, my roommate called on queue and I was able to rush him out and get him on a bus back to the city so he could go home.
The months passed and it was time for me to leave. As is customary, your BT location is posted on a board so members of the unit can write you or send care packages. Naturally, Jose took advantage of this information and sent me letters and care packages weekly. He even sent roses for Valentine’s Day, which caused me to be the talk of the platoon and the recipient of much chastisement from the Drill Sergeants. I asked him to refrain from the grandiose gestures and he replied with yet another large packaged compliments of FedEx.
When I left BT and moved on to VA for occupational school, my address was once again posted on the board. I contacted the unit and asked them not to allow him access to my information, but it was too late. Jose started writing letters, sending packages, which escalated into gifts of jewelry and money. I told him I was seeing someone, which was true and hoped he’d back down for good. He did for a while and I was happy. Then he’d done some research and obtained the number to where I was and called the company pretending to be from my home unit. At this point I was completely infuriated. I cussed him out and told my 1st Sergeant what was going on. He contacted my home unit and told them and stressed that charges would be filed on my behalf if they didn’t intercede and prevent him from contacting me. I think Jose finally got the message and I was finally at peace. Or at least I thought I was.
Once back home, I’d forgotten he had my parents number and he called clear out of the blue. My mother not knowing the story handed me the phone. I almost died on the spot. He started berating me for getting him in trouble and that all he wanted to do was love me yada, yada. I slammed the phone down and told my mother the story and asked her to screen any calls I got on her line, which was only two seeing as I had my own line now that I was home again. Jose continued to call and after getting a royal Jamaican cussing from my mother, he stopped. I informed my unit of what was going on and they discharged him. It was then that I finally got some peace. That’s not to say I wasn’t afraid that he’d show up after a drill (training) weekend or show up on campus, but at least I knew there was documented proof of his antics and enough people to speak on my behalf if the matter went to court.
Ladies and gents, have you ever been a victim of “if I can’t have you, no one else can” or have you done that to someone? I find this behavior reprehensible and down right frightening. Though I’m a much stronger women emotionally now than then, I wouldn’t want to endure that behavior again. I don’t have the time or energy to expend on someone that twisted nor to I have the energy to stalk someone. Well, I did once, and that’s cause he was my then husband and it was worth the deed. *lol* Seriously though, this form of attraction is not a compliment nor is it healthy.
Love!
Having been the recipient of a (near) Fatal Attraction, I often wonder what goes through someone’s head when they develop such intense feelings that would cause them to act in such a twisted way. Though I never slept with Jose; in fact I don’t recall even kissing him other than a peck on the cheek, I’ve never known what caused him to have such intense feelings for me. He and I were in the same military unit and became friends. He helped me learn the things I’d need for Basic Training (BT) and kind of became my bodyguard; keeping the grimey older men from making passes at me and other inappropriate comments.
We only saw each other monthly when I was at the unit, but we spoke on the phone from time to time. I didn’t think much of his asking about my personal life like school, friends, social life etc, as it seemed like the natural progression of conversation. I did; however, notice his reaction to my conversing with other guys at the unit. He seemed to get angry or agitated and especially if he sensed there was a level of closeness between them and me. There was one guy I was pretty cool with as he and I were leaving at the same time and would be attending the same military occupational school. Jose stepped to the guy as if he was my boyfriend. Tavares told me about the incident and I called Jose on his actions. He tied to down play it and I told him that whatever he thought he was doing, he wasn’t my boyfriend and had no right to talk to anyone that way. He backed off…for a while anyway.
When I wasn’t home for military training, I was at school and Jose took it upon himself to send roses almost weekly. Though flattering; it was inappropriate and uncalled for. He would call at all hours of the day and night and question my roommates as to my whereabouts. He became incensed if they wouldn’t give him specific details. I spoke to him about his calls and again he tried to downplay his actions citing he was just concerned and wanted to make sure I was okay. He would call my parents house on the weekends when he couldn’t catch me on campus and it was then that I started to get really frustrated. Back then, I wasn’t as strong as I am now, so I was a little passive in my telling him to back off and if he didn’t start acting like “just friends” then I couldn’t speak to him at all and would report him to our commanding officer. He got the message…for a while anyway…the pattern was forming.
One Friday, I got a call from him saying he was in Atlantic City and wanted to see me. I told him that I didn’t have a car or access to one and couldn’t make it to the city to see him. This nut took a cab from the city to campus and showed up at my apartment. I was stunned beyond belief. I called my roommate who was home for the weekend to let her know he was there just in case something happened to me. She’d known what was going on and had been playing referee where he was concerned. I set him up on the couch and locked myself in the bedroom for the night; though I barely slept. The following morning, my roommate called on queue and I was able to rush him out and get him on a bus back to the city so he could go home.
The months passed and it was time for me to leave. As is customary, your BT location is posted on a board so members of the unit can write you or send care packages. Naturally, Jose took advantage of this information and sent me letters and care packages weekly. He even sent roses for Valentine’s Day, which caused me to be the talk of the platoon and the recipient of much chastisement from the Drill Sergeants. I asked him to refrain from the grandiose gestures and he replied with yet another large packaged compliments of FedEx.
When I left BT and moved on to VA for occupational school, my address was once again posted on the board. I contacted the unit and asked them not to allow him access to my information, but it was too late. Jose started writing letters, sending packages, which escalated into gifts of jewelry and money. I told him I was seeing someone, which was true and hoped he’d back down for good. He did for a while and I was happy. Then he’d done some research and obtained the number to where I was and called the company pretending to be from my home unit. At this point I was completely infuriated. I cussed him out and told my 1st Sergeant what was going on. He contacted my home unit and told them and stressed that charges would be filed on my behalf if they didn’t intercede and prevent him from contacting me. I think Jose finally got the message and I was finally at peace. Or at least I thought I was.
Once back home, I’d forgotten he had my parents number and he called clear out of the blue. My mother not knowing the story handed me the phone. I almost died on the spot. He started berating me for getting him in trouble and that all he wanted to do was love me yada, yada. I slammed the phone down and told my mother the story and asked her to screen any calls I got on her line, which was only two seeing as I had my own line now that I was home again. Jose continued to call and after getting a royal Jamaican cussing from my mother, he stopped. I informed my unit of what was going on and they discharged him. It was then that I finally got some peace. That’s not to say I wasn’t afraid that he’d show up after a drill (training) weekend or show up on campus, but at least I knew there was documented proof of his antics and enough people to speak on my behalf if the matter went to court.
Ladies and gents, have you ever been a victim of “if I can’t have you, no one else can” or have you done that to someone? I find this behavior reprehensible and down right frightening. Though I’m a much stronger women emotionally now than then, I wouldn’t want to endure that behavior again. I don’t have the time or energy to expend on someone that twisted nor to I have the energy to stalk someone. Well, I did once, and that’s cause he was my then husband and it was worth the deed. *lol* Seriously though, this form of attraction is not a compliment nor is it healthy.
Love!
03 March 2008
the sound effects!
Using public restrooms is an activity most hate, but have to endure during the day to prevent the potential health risks avoiding them can cause. I'm not exception to the rule, and often wait until I'm damn near ready to pee myself before I go. I'n in; I'm out and I'm on with my day. But what is up with these people (namingly woman) who go in there and camp out just to take a piss or shit? This morning I went into the ladies room and there's a woman in there pissing and she's got all these sound effects going as if pissing was the highlight of her day. I couldn't help but wonder what noises she makes when she has to shit for all the noise she made over peeing.
Then I go to another ladies room to wash my hands and there's a woman in there taking a shit and she's grunting angrily. I wasn't sure if she was mad because I interupted her movement or if she's was angry because it was giving her grief. Either way, I didn't want to stick around to find out, so I washed and ran barely stopping to dry my hands.
I don't understand how people can go to the rest room in public with such ease and then add sound effects and such while they're in there. Even when I'm home, I go in; get out and get on with my day. I don't want to stick around and turn it into story time or show and tell event.
Does anyone else encounter this mess when they're at work?
Love!
Then I go to another ladies room to wash my hands and there's a woman in there taking a shit and she's grunting angrily. I wasn't sure if she was mad because I interupted her movement or if she's was angry because it was giving her grief. Either way, I didn't want to stick around to find out, so I washed and ran barely stopping to dry my hands.
I don't understand how people can go to the rest room in public with such ease and then add sound effects and such while they're in there. Even when I'm home, I go in; get out and get on with my day. I don't want to stick around and turn it into story time or show and tell event.
Does anyone else encounter this mess when they're at work?
Love!
29 November 2007
ode to my fellow bloggers
In my view from the cheap seats, I see through my eyes and I am inspired to write for life because the confessions of an everyday woman are conveyed through my stream of consciousness. The thoughts in my blue state of mind are poured out as I discuss miscellaneous matters and give you the fackin truth; no filters no filler. But sometimes I have to make a note to self to slow it down and take a sojourner to get some eclectik relaxation and reflect at the golden time of day in order not to lose and yell, o hell nawl when stuff gets to me. A trip to the Mistress Lounge has been a good place to clear my head and take the edge off. I’ve gotta be careful though because she’s got some risqué stuff in there that could lead me to some that could cause me to want to participate in some lovers anonymous acts. But then I realize that I’m more drawn to words, which leads me to being lyrically yours and that’s more stimulating to this Urban Butterfly.
Though my world is still crazy at least the jail in which I sometimes dwell is minus the bars, I find myself sometimes living the butterfli effect trying to figure out if life through my eyes is really as it presents itself to be. Sometimes I’ve wondered what it would be like to be Hoodoo’ed and act with miss(ed) manners just to get a reaction out of people. But I thought that someone might tell Aunt Jackie and I’d get in trouble. And depending on what I’d done, I might have to PostSecret just to get it out of my system; though I think I could tell Mr. Slish cause he’d like to hear me cleansing my thoughts.
In my travels, I often end up in the electronic village where my mind is stimulated and feed, but sometimes I need it Raw Dawg in order to have it broken down into the ghetto economics that I understand. The indigo trails of my thoughts are sometimes interrupted by Yazmars breakthrough and then like magic; zuri she wrote and I’m back to life in the chocolate city and I’m no longer beyond mere words. It’s then that I’m back to the rich house, proud to be a black man’s daughter and saying
I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Though my world is still crazy at least the jail in which I sometimes dwell is minus the bars, I find myself sometimes living the butterfli effect trying to figure out if life through my eyes is really as it presents itself to be. Sometimes I’ve wondered what it would be like to be Hoodoo’ed and act with miss(ed) manners just to get a reaction out of people. But I thought that someone might tell Aunt Jackie and I’d get in trouble. And depending on what I’d done, I might have to PostSecret just to get it out of my system; though I think I could tell Mr. Slish cause he’d like to hear me cleansing my thoughts.
In my travels, I often end up in the electronic village where my mind is stimulated and feed, but sometimes I need it Raw Dawg in order to have it broken down into the ghetto economics that I understand. The indigo trails of my thoughts are sometimes interrupted by Yazmars breakthrough and then like magic; zuri she wrote and I’m back to life in the chocolate city and I’m no longer beyond mere words. It’s then that I’m back to the rich house, proud to be a black man’s daughter and saying
I think to myself what a wonderful world.
05 November 2007
dEaL bReAkErS
How does one go from meeting someone; having great conversations via phone, email, and text; developing a great vibe, a seemingly good connection; and then spend time with that person and say, “WTF happened?”
Well, I’m trying to figure that out myself. Without putting said person on blast (too much), I’ll try to be as polite as I can be. I’ll form a list of sorts of things I found to be deal breakers.
Girl buys first round of drinks. After drinks are over, he does not ask if girl wants another drink.
Girl is considered a strong, independent, and assertive person, which was said to be a very attractive quality, and then some how gets lumped into the “typical woman” category and endures the tirade of men vs. women issues.
Boy plays himself up to be Mr. Worldly and socially conscious and then announces, he’s homophobic, and my gay friends wouldn’t be warmly received (read: don’t bring them around me). Artists (painters, sculptors, and writers, etc.) have issues or are sick. This I have to explain…Painters and sculptors who create obscure pieces are sick. Why? Because he feels that the painter or sculptor has some deep issues or repressed problems that are being manifested in their works. Writers (according to him) follow a like way of being. If someone writes about sex/erotica, then they can be considered highly sexed or sexually deviant. Conversely he contradicts himself by saying it’s an expression of how one feels at the time; while never considering that many writers are or can write on demand. Furthermore, writing is CREATIVE and allows one to stretch the framework of their mind in order to magnify their writing capabilities.
Boy seems to have a black/white way of thinking without considering the shades of grey.
Considers himself to be romantic, yet says/does things to focus the attention on himself and/or fish for compliments.
Boy tells girl she’s a great person; a little rough around the edges, but with smoothing would be perfect.
Boy has a chauvinistic attitude and when challenged tries to play it off by saying, “I was just playing”.
Boys alleges to be all man, but his game is like Swiss cheese.
Okay, so now you have a cliff note version of some of the things I endured and now you can put your two cents in.
Well, I’m trying to figure that out myself. Without putting said person on blast (too much), I’ll try to be as polite as I can be. I’ll form a list of sorts of things I found to be deal breakers.
Girl buys first round of drinks. After drinks are over, he does not ask if girl wants another drink.
Girl is considered a strong, independent, and assertive person, which was said to be a very attractive quality, and then some how gets lumped into the “typical woman” category and endures the tirade of men vs. women issues.
Boy plays himself up to be Mr. Worldly and socially conscious and then announces, he’s homophobic, and my gay friends wouldn’t be warmly received (read: don’t bring them around me). Artists (painters, sculptors, and writers, etc.) have issues or are sick. This I have to explain…Painters and sculptors who create obscure pieces are sick. Why? Because he feels that the painter or sculptor has some deep issues or repressed problems that are being manifested in their works. Writers (according to him) follow a like way of being. If someone writes about sex/erotica, then they can be considered highly sexed or sexually deviant. Conversely he contradicts himself by saying it’s an expression of how one feels at the time; while never considering that many writers are or can write on demand. Furthermore, writing is CREATIVE and allows one to stretch the framework of their mind in order to magnify their writing capabilities.
Boy seems to have a black/white way of thinking without considering the shades of grey.
Considers himself to be romantic, yet says/does things to focus the attention on himself and/or fish for compliments.
Boy tells girl she’s a great person; a little rough around the edges, but with smoothing would be perfect.
Boy has a chauvinistic attitude and when challenged tries to play it off by saying, “I was just playing”.
Boys alleges to be all man, but his game is like Swiss cheese.
Okay, so now you have a cliff note version of some of the things I endured and now you can put your two cents in.
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