Jewel drops

My sexual needs are much greater than I ever imagined they'd be

I prefer pedicures to manicures

I feel empowered by driving a manual transmission vehicle

I do not believe the hype

The best fashion trend to follow is your own

In truth the degrees of separation is less than 6

I have exhausted my divine patience and am wondering how long before my human patience kicks in

 (add on to previous) when it does, it sure isn't going to be pretty

I feel my sexiest when I'm wearing black

I look my prettiest when I'm smiling

I feel my strongest when defending someone I care about

I've learned that I know more than I thought I did

Things I used to think were off limits aren't and I enjoy them immensely

I am very much in touch with my masculine side

Silence is more damaging than the spoken word


I'd rather be confined to the madness of my own mind, than to be free in the madness around me


I am not nearly as social as people perceive me to be


The safest place I know is within my own heart/mind


Time may heal wounds, but love is a better bandage


I sometimes seek comfort in music before I would from a person


"Love is what I need to help me know my name" line from Love's Divine by Seal...Absolutely amazing line


There are few things sweeter than hearing someone say your name in the heat of passion


I have no idea what it's like to have a real/honest/true/consistent/loving relationship with my parents


I do; however, KNOW how to be a a real/honest/true/consistent/loving parent to my own child

I have conquered my own personal Mount Everest


Life IS good!


It's all possible!

my bad!

I know I was on a roll for minute with my blogging and I was enjoying the daily postings, but I've fallen off the wagon and I'm sorry about that. I will get back on effective tomorrow. And trust me, I've got a lot to say.

I'll start with some random stuff...

Men are coming out of the woodwork right now, but none of them are The Him that I want.

The current lunar phase is wreaking havoc; havoc I tell you on my hormones. ARGH!

My spiritual walk is amazing and I'm so enjoying it.

I finally got my way with the oncologist and am now seeing him every six months instead of every three.

My sense of purpose is becoming more clearly defined

I'm going to go back to school and get my certification in Womens Studies.

I'm planning a retreat at my house this summer

Lil Lady got accepted to my Alma Mater

I have some new inspiration for my writing

Temptation is really knocking hard on my door.

Okay, that's all for now, and you will get something of substance VERY soon.



It's all possible!

Last one for 2009 - All kinds of random stuff

I stopped being a martyr and emotional tampon for people. I chose self-preservation over selflessness because there are those who take it for granted.

There are far too many people who should just relinquish their parental rights because having a child does not immediately qualify you to be a parent.

The time we spend coveting what others have instead of being grateful for what we have is a complete waste of time and makes you ignorant to the fact that there are people worst off you than you think you are.

Alcohol on an empty stomach can get you into some serious mischief.

Memory gaps from said alcohol induced mischief is even funnier when you and the other party are giving your own versions of the same incident.

Why? Oh why, do we care so much about the lives of celebrities and not our own families?

I'm in a restaurant that has a communal sink area and this guy finds me attractive and starts talking to me. I'm in the process of brushing my teeth and he's still talking to me. So my question is, why did he think he needed to stand and wait until I was done and try to score for my number? Second, why did he think I was even attracted to him anyway?

On that same topic, why do people assume because they find you attractive, you find them attractive?

I wear my headphones in public even when I'm not listening to music just so people won't talk to me.

Just because I'm not wearing a ring doesn't mean I'm not involved.

How is it that the line you're in is always the slow one, so you change lanes and then that line moves slow.

I'm as nice as you think I am, but harmful if provoked.

I learned the power in the gift of forgiveness.

Great moments of 2009
Love, forgiveness, an improved spiritual walk, and the willingness to take amazing leaps of faith

Lil Lady told me she was proud of me and thanked me for being her mum/bestie

I released myself from emotional bondage

My birthday weekend and my weekend with my twin cousin

The day I joined Macedonia Baptist Church

Knowing I can fall in love again

Writing four amazing poems

Facebook bringing someone/thing new and interesting to my life

My Mother's Day and Birthday card from Lil Lady

Making it through the year without major incident

All good health reports

Continued friendships

My blog family

I wish each and everyone of you a Happy New Year. May all of your goals be met. May your prayers be answered. And may love and happiness reign supreme in your lives.

Love to live; live to love! This is not just a catch phrase, but something to truly live by

mind dumping...another installment

I had two incidents this week where my coworkers almost were the cause for these statements, "you have the right to remain silent...", "watch your head ma'am", and "your Honor, what had happened was..." Coworker #1 pushed all the wrong buttons and had me visualizing myself cutting his aorta. I really wish people would learn to leave well enough alone and stop thinking they're more funny than they really are. Coworker #2 was so completely rude, disrespectful, and unprofessional to our manager that I had to call on Him to give me the right words to diffuse the situation. Our manager is one of the sweetest, nicest, and caring people I've ever worked for and his conduct toward her left much to be desired. I was glad when the Lord blessed me with some stern words to exact with professional integrity and prevent him from continuing his more than unnecessary tirade.

The Toolbelt called me a couple of days ago telling me he had a hard on with my name on it...WHAT? REALLY? Uhm, no! He broke so many Man Laws that he should go back to Gender Specific and Appropriate Codes of Conduct for Trying to Get the Ass 101. Needless to say, he got shot down with a verbal AK-47.

"My purpose will stand, and I will fulfill my intention" are words I live by and my purpose is truly manifesting itself. It's God's desire that I utilize my past hurts and growth process to aid other women and I've been given the right words at the right time to encourage others to live their authentic selves and seek that which is right for them as that level of selfishness is mandatory. In addition to providing women with the enrichment they need, I've been in a position to help a male friend through some trials he's facing. I'm happy that I've been able to be a truly good friend and not a crutch.

My friendship with BZ is flourishing and I'm happy that I trusted my gut from the very beginning with her. I'm looking forward to my trip to Boston this summer.

There is a lesson to be learned in every negative experience and most often it's the Lord working in His "mysterious way" to teach us something and put us on the path that leads to understanding and happiness.

Lil Lady says it's not fair that I get two occasions where I'm celebrated because I get Mother's Day and my birthday. I told her that she gets everyday because as long as I'm alive and able, I'm going to be thankful for her and celebrate her presence in my life. She liked that!

Speaking of Lil Lady, she continues to impress and astound me. She's maintaining her position on the High Honor Roll and has a 95.65 GPA. She's an all-around good girl and I'm so blessed to have a open, honest, mutually respectful relationship with her.

I so absolutely love the woman I have come to be and praise God for extending His favor, grace, and mercy upon me. My trials have truly become my triumpths and my faith remains strong and directed. That which did or didn't break me; still made me stronger and wow, what a great feeling that is.

I've got a confession of sorts..."Hi, my name is Blu Jewel and I think I'm becoming a Facebook fiend!" There I said it. Hawa said it would happen, but I was in denial; how I'm facing the truth.

Terry had shut down the Cheap Seats, which caused a major uproar in the Bloggersphere and was shown that he needed to rethink his decision. If you're not already familiar with him, I suggest you check him out; he's worth the read.

I love that I still get that "anxious" feeling when I see or anticipate seeing Achilles Heel even after all these years.

Live life and live it well so that when you're older you get to live again through the memories. Money and material things are good, but not a true measure of how well you've lived.

Well, folks that's all from me today. I wish you a wonderful day, an abundance of blessings, and a heaping of love and happiness.

Love to live; live to love!

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!

Wild, wacky, wierd, wonderful, Wednesday

These are the W's for my Wednesday...

Wonderful
Woke up this morning and am blessed to see a new day (praise Him)
I'm going to a basketball game tonight with New, Old Friend (who'll henceforth be renamed NOF)
I'll have a much needed deposit into my account on Friday (thank you Jesus)
Grampy (who'll henceforth be renamed as Dreadz) may be back in NY within the next couple weeks (yay!)
I'm supposed to have a Blogger meet up this month (very cool)

Wierd
I'm having cravings for a buffet of the following foods: Thai, Indian, Jamaican, and home country favourite; Fish n chips! (yummy)
Mr. Toolbelt keeps coming to mind (yikes)

Wacky
I'm in a really nutty mood
I'm probably going to put someone on blast today
I've been on Facebook "stalking"

Wild
Might get "cozy" with NOF

I want to go to a Dancehall party (reggae music)
I look really cute today in my black knee high boots, black above the knee, mock turtleneck/sleeveless dress, with gray/black suit jacket
There's a reggae song called Romping Shop by Vybz Kartel ft. Spice which is uses the Ms. Independent (Ne-Yo) track and it's H-O-T!!! There is a clean and raw version both on YouTube.

Love to live; live to love!

Blu's Clues!

Have you ever looked at people and wondered how they're not getting it? You know; you give 'em that head tilt look like the RCA dog from back in the day and say in your head, "WTF? Are you really that dense?"

Well, here's a list of some signs that "Blu's really not into you..."

...I never cross the threshold of your cube when I engage in conversation with you

...I say things like, "it's easy for girls to be just friends with a guy"

...I, under a certain level of social duress, issue a hug where only my upper body is barely touching you and it's very brief

...have never complimented you on anything you've worn...ever!

...have called you out for needing to see your barber

...refuse to respond to your slick comments about my being "sexy, hot, etc..."

...laugh and say, "whatever" when you're trying to flirt with me

...have said repeatedly, "and you wonder why you're single?"

...have been considered "mean", though it's not really me being mean, I'm actually just being honest and you can't handle the truth

Well, that's all folks...no more to read here...have a great day!


Love to live; live to love!

a random sprinkling of jewel dust...

okay, so i know it's been damn near a month since i last posted something, but that doesn't mean i haven't missed you all. what it actually means is that there's been a lot going on and it's prohibited me from blogging about it; well until today.

today, i'm going to post random samplings of what i've been doing and going through...

so, my Jamaica boo and i had a huge fight, mended fences, and are friends again. he's still laying claim to the goods, but that's his issue not mine *giggle*

i'm still seeing The Toolbelt (the one my last post was about), though i've slowed that down some. and i'm also seeing Mr. Cerebral. They ironically live roughly 15 minutes from each other, but the good thing is that the latter spends his social time in Brooklyn, so never the two shall meet. *phew*

dating (more than one guy) is way out of my league for real peeps! though i'm handling it pretty well, it's still overwhelming and something that i'm not used to.

i have these crazy horny periods that i have the worst time containing. i was in Florida, so there was no way for me to satisfy my needs. Girl 6 had NOTHING on me when i made my calls (read: demands) for sexual gratification upon my return to NJ.

Lil Lady continues to be the most amazing person to me. while so many mothers are going through hell with their teens, i'm enjoying a warm, affectionate, open, and honest relationship with mine. *yay*

speaking of Lil Lady, she has once again made the High Honor Roll. beauty AND brains in one petite lil package. i'm so blessed!

"Yes, we can" is something that i'm living by and find ways to apply it to my life on a daily basis. i'm not going to be that person who voted for the man and is now complacent because i've gotten what i wanted. i'm going to be an even bigger advocate for positive change and efficiency for myself, my family, and my community.

even though i'm struggling financially (like most are), i'm ever grateful for what i DO have and i'm thankful for each and every day i wake, can work, have health benefits, etc. i don't complain about what i don't have because there truly is so much i have and to be grate/thankful for.

my health continues to be good and even though i'm sick of being poked and prodded, examined, and charted, i know it's for the greater good and health awareness is a key proponent in keeping me alive and well.

even though i'm dating, love is still elusive to me and i do truly hope one day that it'll find me, take me down, and hold me hostage for life.

faith and prayer are two key components in how i make it through life.

as we approach Thanksgiving, i reflect on the many things/people I'm thankful for and it's easier to focus on the good stuff rather than the bad. as Sam Cooke's song said, A Change Gone Come and it can/will as long as we believe and participate.

i refused the extremely rude and errant attempts on getting my attention while in JFK airport recently and was called out my name for it. i promptly corrected him and infromed him that his actions and inability to accept my refusal demonstrated a lack of class and integrity on his part and that he's apparently not used to dealing with women with any real respect for herself and that's why he came out his face. i went on to tell him that he might want to dig into his pysche as to why he sees and treats women the way he does if he has any hopes on getting a woman with any self-worth. i walked away leaving him some words to ponder and about 15 mins later, he came back and apologized. he told me he's not used to women turning him down (he was attractive) and that he was used to getting his way and what he wanted. ironically, this led to a conversation about women, their worth and that woman are their own worst enemy and sell themselves out for the stupidest of things. at the end if the conversation we agreed that we truly hope that we can regain our positions as princesses/queens/empresses. he said, he was going to work on being a king. *wow*

work has been so crazy and demanding lately and i really felt like my efforts were going unnoticed. actually they weren't and my manager has given me a lot of props for what i've been doing and how well i've taken on my increased work load.

i've taken the opportunity to travel for work and i love it as much as i did in the past. in Oct i went to IN and KY. last week, i was in Fl, and next month, i'm going to TX. i want to stay marketable, gain field experience, and show them that i'm willing to learn and mature in my work skills.

a good/reliable source says my name has come up for some form of promotion in the new year.

speaking of traveling; my trip to Fl was fantastical! i was in Jacksonville, Orlando, and Miami with a great guy in my work group. we had a blast and hooked up with my fave girl cuz in Miami and had a night on the town. he'd never been to Fl before, so we had to make it memorable for him.

i was able to stay for the remainder of the weekend and catch up with mum and dad and sis.

my cuz and i are completely nuts together; always have been and always will be. we're the proverbial two peas in a pod. together we're like C4 waiting to be ignited! i think we might have been the catalyst for what we saw on a t-shirt. "came here for vacation and left on probation". though we've never been summoned by any law enforcement agencies, we've come close. *giggle at the mems*

i apologize for being out of the loop, but life has to be lived, but know that i've not forgotten any of you and even though i may not always comment, i do try to read your blogs and see what you're up to.

well, my blog fam, that's all for now. Happy Thanksgiving to each and every one of you. I pray blessings for you and your families/friends during this time of communcal gatherings.

Love!

I was double tagged!

Being tagged is kind of cool, but being double tagged is the ish right there. Both Rosemarie and Wendy.

Da Rulez!

Link the person who tagged you.
Mention the rules in your blog.
Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged. Here goes:

1. Said it before, but I'll say it again. I CAN NOT STAND it when people hold conversations on the phone or text while using public rest rooms. It's just so nasty.

2. I'll flip between speaking plain English and Jamaican patois (pat..wah) when speaking with my family. It's funny because my American friends look at me like, "what the hell did you just say?"

3. I'm prone to leave a restaurant prematurely if I'm seated near children who are loud and their parents think nothing of it. Me and OPKs (Other People's Kids) isn't a good mix.

4. I'm very punctual and it's a sure fired way to piss me off if I have to wait longer than necessary for anyone.

5. I have to sit facing the door when I'm in a restuarant. I have to see who's coming and going; I look around discretely from time to time too, because I need to be aware of my surrounding at all times.

6. Seeing parents ignore their children while they're being spoken to and then when the child gets louder, the parent gets pissed. Well, if you paid attention to it in the first place, it wouldn't have had to get loud. *ugh*

Tagging...Don, Mizrepresent, Terry, Ali's Zay, Lyrically Yours, T.C

random & miscellaneous thoughts

I think skinny dipping is great

Ever wonder if that cute girl/guy you've been crushing on will look as cute while they're sleeping?

If you became famous, how much of your life would you change?

I don't feel sorry for celebs who eff their lives up because I'm offended that they've squandered their talent and shit on those who are struggling to make it.

I had an opportunity to date celebs and turned it down. Just didn't want to 1) become just a f*ck and 2) didn't want my life to be on display by being with them

You're given $10,000 to get cosmetic surgery, what would you change and why?

Sometimes I look at the guys in men's magazines and wonder if 1) they're gay or 2) how big their penis is.

Kissing on the first date; a go or no go?

I have a mental crush on a few actors and wonder if they'd kiss as good in real life as they make it look on t.v

Then again, I'm not sure I'd really want to know because I'd be really disappointed if it were bad. This is the one time I think fantasy is better than reality

How come fat people always order diet drinks?

If you're completely compatible in every way with the object of your affection, but they can't really move you in bed, do you settle for bad sex or move on?

I considered changing my name to something else when I was younger and sometimes wish I'd gone through with it

How come smokers smoke in their car and then throw the butts out the window?

If a man masturbates, does that constitute murder? (been thinking about that for some time after watching Legally Blonde)

I've worn something and then taken it back for no other reason than I just wanted it for the occasion

I know stealing is wrong, but got quite a kick out of doing it when I was a kid. I'd be hard pressed to do it now though. Guess I've got too much to lose.

I feel guilty when I hear gospel songs that I don't like

I have a family member that I want to slap the taste out of her mouth so bad

If you found out you were dating your half-brother/sister how would you confront your parent(s)?

I like to send cards/notes through snail mail just because

I saw a boy in girls skinny jeans and it was very disturbing to me because he had a girlfriend. (since when were girls jeans interchangeable? Help!)

I've often wondered what it would be like to see myself through someone else's eyes...literally!

13 three's of mine

Once again, I'm committing blog-theivery. I was just at Don's and he had this great list up and I liked it so much that I had to do one of my own. Here ya go...

3 things that scare me...
George Bush
Police brutality
People with nothing to lose

3 people who make me laugh...
my daughter
Charlie Murphy
Robin Harris (R.I.P)

3 things I love...
God
my daughter
mental orgasms

3 things I hate...
crimes against children
the current state of this country
hateful people

3 things I don't understand...
crooked law enforcement agents
george bush
white people shit

3 things on my desk...
2 desktop computers
phones
pens

3 things I'm doing right now...
this post
watching tv
txting

3 things I want to do before I die...
see my writing published
see what my daughter does with her life
travel more

3 things I can do well...
write
cook
make love

3 things I can't do...
speak all the languages I've studied
stay stuck on stupid
allow myself to be treated poorly

3 things I should listen to...
God
my gut
my heart

3 things I shouldn't listen to...
people who can't fix their own lives
bullshit in any form from anybody
george bush and his clan

3 things I watched as a kid...
The Monkeys
Dick Darstedly & Muttley
Wonder Woman

The happs!

Since my last post, I’ve had a death in the family, a funeral out of the country, a christening, been sick, and working my ass off at the plantation. I think I’m finally starting to see some light at the end of the proverbial tunnel *yippee*.

Thank you all for staying tuned in my absence; trust me I’ve missed blogging and reading all of your wonderful posts. I feel like I was going through withdrawal as a result of not being able to keep up.

I’m not sure what I really want to talk about right now because I’m feeling rather random, so here’s a top ten likes/dislikes list about Christmas…

LIKES…
1. The way my church is decorated (makes for great Christmas pix)
2. Remembering lil lady was christened two weeks before Christmas 15 years ago (wow @ how time has flown)
3. Spending time with my peeps
4. Real family closeness
5. The threat of snow
6. Laughing at the Santa’s in the mall
7. Seeing people give to others
8. Egg nog (yes, spiked…hic!)
9. Sending Christmas cards
10. Christmas Eve service

DISLIKES…
1. Santa (what a crock)
2. The exaggeration of Christmas (forgetting the meaning)
3. Being apart from my family
4. Ridiculously decorated homes/lawns
5. Feeling obligated
6. Being asked what I want for Christmas
7. The replication of Thanksgiving for Christmas dinner
8. People wearing festive clothes
9. Seasonal depression
10. Working during Christmas week

Weekend Happs!

Needing a little get away, I took lil lady and went to ATL for a long weekend. We have fam there, which made being there even more fun. We did the usual things, like shop, eat, walk around etc.

How come I paid $5 to park for 40 minutes while at Gladys and Ron's Chicken and Waffles? That mess ticked me off royal; especially after being jipped for street parking when the meter stole my money and only gave me 15 minutes on the meter.

Now, I'm not trying to brag, but lil lady is frikkin beautiful and has a cute, petite body. (for security reasons, I can't post a pic of her) We're walking around downtown Atlanta and I see GROWN ASS MEN looking at her like she's their next snack.


As much as I don't like it, I've gotten used to men staring at her, but when I realize how they're looking at her, it sickens me because you can see that she's a kid. Sometimes she's oblivious to it and other times I see her roll her eyes or blush. I can't control people looking at her, but damn, is it that serious that a grown man looks at her, licks his lips, and says, "dayum!"
That aside, I couldn't help but notice how adult men are still dressing like teenagers and then get mad when they're not taken seriously. I mean, how can you roll up on me and expect me to respond to, "aye bay-bay or you lookin real gud in dem jeans shawty!" When I look at them cross-eyed like, "are you serious?" They get offended. Aren't adults supposed to carry themselves accordingly or did I miss the memo on that? I'm far from bougie, but I'll be damned if I allow that kind of interaction when I'm carrying myself very much like the lady I am.

It's gets better...So, we're at the club and if I say so myself, I'm looking rather cute in my fitted jeans, nice top, and hella sexy 4 inch peep toe, stilettos.

All I see around me are these bustas in fitted hats, oversized clothes, sunglasses, hanging off the ass jeans; posted up like they're the hottest things since testosterone. I could have choked when dude with his grillz tried to holla. I'm not sure what kind of women they're used to dealing, but I sure as hell wasn't it. And don't even get me started on the chicks (sorry, but they were anything but ladies). I saw a couple of girls who were at least a size 16 in size 8 coochie cutter shorts and under sized tops, in high heels parading around. It was cold outside and they were strutting around like there were in South Beach. I saw a black Barbie who was wearing a sequined tank top as a dress and was upset when the guys were pointing to here and making comments. Hell, she came out the house looking like she was selling something so what did she expect? I know this kind of dress isn't only a southern thing, but I saw some things and outfits that I'm yet to see up north. There were a few classy dressed men and women in the club, but they were the exception and I'm sure they felt as out of place as I did there.

For anyone in ATL, my cousin DJ Redd, is a DJ on Hot 107.9. I'm not sure of his entire air time, but you can look it up. He had me do some drops for his shows and I'll be featured on his upcoming mix CD.



And for those in need of a photographer, my brother does great photography.

randomness!

Why do people whine for good weather and then spend their time inside the house, the mall, or some other indoor place?

I saw an oversized (fat) man in a restaurant remove his shirt and sit there his undershirt while he ate...I was very disturbed.

How come people do not know that they're supposed to use a new plate each time they go up to the buffet?

On that same thought....how come people put their hands into the serving tray instead of using the provided utensils?

I'm listening to One Nation Under a Groove and having a hard time not getting up to dance.

I refuse to pay ATM fees, so I only utilize this one chain of convenience stores to get money or I use my Checkcard for everything.

How come I'm already compiling my receipts and such for tax season?

How come when you're sick or not feeling well, folk call you all the time and then tell you to get some rest?

I'm considering relinquishing my parental role for a little while.

If I could be rich off one trait, I think my personality would be the cause.

Never underestimate the power of love, the stupidity of hate, and the carelessness of indifference.

What is the purpose calling, texting, or emailing someone who wants nothing to do with you?

I've come to realize that men aren't as shallow as I used to think...the women seem to have that on smash anymore.

How come kids can't do the simple things, but always wanna do grown folk business?

What da funk?

So, I'm at work yesterday and I walk past a coworkers desk and was assaulted by this awful smell. As I pass, I see this huge guy sitting there and the smell was permeating from him. We work in 8x8 cubes, so there's only but so much space within them. My poor coworker was sitting less than a foot from Stinky Dude. I asked my lead who S.D was and he told me and asked if I wanted to be introduced; "hell naw!" immediately left my lips and I walked away. I had to get back up and pass my coworkers desk again and thought I'd be spared from the offensive odor, but it again assualted me.

Now, my question is this...does S.D not know he smells? This is something I've always wondered when I've walked past people who smelled badly. I realize that one can get accustomed to their own sent, but come on, you can't tell that that smell is out of the ordinary? Do people who smell not have friends or family to tell them that they're not having the best hygiene moment? I really did want to say something to S.D, but what? how? I mean, I'd never even met him before so how could I? So many questions.

So, what would you do? If you smelled would you want someone to tell you? Do you think you'd be offended? I think I'd want to know. I think I'd want to know. I mean, if the person was pleasant in their approach and spoke kindly to me about my offense, I'm not sure I'd be offended. My friends tell me if an outfit looks a mess on me, or if my hair is having a issues, or if there's a booger in my nose; so why not tell me if I smell?

And the people say what?

things i shouldn't say out loud

hey y'all! please forgive the untimely posts. there's a lot going in the jewelry shop (my life) and it's kinda prevented me from being an active poster. i am getting to read many of your posts though, so you know i'm still out there.

anyhoo, i thought i'd post something light-hearted today; here goes...

"who the hell told him that living at home with his mama, buying all the latest gadgets instead of getting his own place and being a man was a good look?"

"why does the guy in the 'geek squad' look like a little troll or something from Lord of the Flies?"

"your baby is not cute and you shouldn't be acting like it's the next Gerber baby"

"no, you're perfume does not smell nice and it was a waste of money"

"no, i can't spare any change, i'm broke too dammit!"

"of course i want change, do you really think your service was worth more than the standard?"

"i don't care about Robbie's lack of interest in the computer save for video games. you make too much damn money to stand around talking instead of working"

"OMG! You look like Professor Klump in that tight ass outfit"

"you're so stupid that i bet your other head has more sense than you and it's little!"

"you're a nasty-stank-lazy-no washing your hands after you use the toilet-heffa"

"i wish i could just slap the stupid things you say outta your mouth"

"you bore me so badly that even my butt is numb"

"i'd like to do things to you that would make serial killers look like boy scouts"

"i wish i got paid six figures to sit at my desk to eat and sleep you lazy bastard"

"if you really wanna know why you can't get a date, bathe, get a wardrobe, and get a personality"

"your husband works late cause he'd rather have an affair with the cleaning lady than come home to you"

"i wouldn't eat that if i were you"

"yes, that outfit makes you look fat!"

"yes, you do need to work out, boobs on a man is not attractive"

"no, you can't get in my pants, i already have an asshole thanks!"

"you remind me of my jeep...the one i crashed!"

I wish...

I stole this idea from jus.b.fli and wanted to share my wish list...

I wish...

God could reach down and give me a huge hug; i bet that would feel really great

people would allow others to be human; not superhuman

distance wasn't a factor and i could see my dad as often as i wanted

my mother and i liked each other

that i had enough money to pay my bills AND have a comfortable savings account

resentment wasn't more powerful than love

that love wasn't used as a four letter word

writing was my full time job

everyday people were headlined for their random acts of kindness instead of celebs and their random acts of bullshit

healing heartache was as easy to fix as putting neosporin and a band-aid on it

reality shows were really based on REALITY

forgiveness actually equated with forgetting

peace of mind wasn't a figment of the imagination

a man crying wasn't equated with him being weak

men and woman would treat each other better

children were allowed to be children

i could post poems with the same ease i used to & didn't have to resort to shameless plugs *new poem up The SaPhyreLounge*

people say they want the truth would actually accept it

passive-aggressive people would just say what's on their minds *refer to Nikki for her analysis on this topic*

a blessing or miracle will fall each of you reading

8 Habits

Rosemarie tagged some other bloggers quite awhile ago and I decided to tag myself. Eight habits or interesting facts about me. I have lots of habits to write about:

SHAKING MY LEGS: talk about restless leg syndrome! I shake my legs incessantly and then I catch myself and stop. A few minutes later, I start all over again. Sometimes, I do it so much that when I do stop, they still feel like they're moving. A friend of my dad’ said, I’m going to mess up the nerves in them. I'm not sure if that’s true or not, but she had me scared for about as long as it took for me to start all over again…lol!

NOT USING MY PLANNER: I have a Franklin Covey planner that I used to write just about anything and/or everything in so I’d have a record of what I did; when; etc, but why is it that I hardly use it anymore? It’s sad cause I carry it around daily. I think I need to re-acquaint myself with it.

LOOKING BEHIND ME: At work I sit in a way that has my back to the cube entrance and it drives me crazy, so I’m constantly looking over my shoulder or in the mirror I’ve put up so I can see what’s going on behind me. I'm the say way in restaurants and such. I have to sit where I can see the door. I just have a dire need to be familiar with my surroundings at all times.

CHECKING CERTAIN BLOGS: I feel like an e-stalker for how often I check to see if a particular blogger has put up something new. The irony is that I am usually too busy to read or comment at that very moment, but I have the comfort of knowing it’s up for when I can.

BENDING MY FINGERS & ARMS INTO UNUSUAL POSITIONS: I’m “double jointed” and for shit and giggles will bend my thumbs onto the back of my hands or bend my other fingers into strange positions. I can also twist my arms behind my back to form the praying hands position. Maybe I’ll get someone to take pix of my contortions! I can also pop my hand, wrist, and hip in a "flicted" motion. *yeah, I said, "flicted".

I CAN EAT LIKE A FIEND: I am fortunate that this is a practice I don’t do often and that I’m fit and healthy because if I wasn’t, I’d be as big as the white house. However, there are occasions when I can polish off large amounts of food like it’s nothing at all and be full ‘just right’.

I HAVE UGLY FEET: If every guy I’ve had relationships with were as shallow as Eddie Murphy in Boomerang, I’d never keep a man. The irony; however, is that in spite of their ugliness, they’re extremely soft and well maintained.

CREATIVE COOK: I love to cook and often without recipies. I just get an idea in my head and go for it. The bad thing is that I can’t always replicate it cause it was summa dis and summa dat.

ThOuGhTs FrOm ThE eDgE

WTF is up with people wanting to be all up in your biz, but never say anything about theirs? Get the )%#%) outta here with that!!

Why does the sound of this man at the job’s power wheelchair scare me each time he rides by? *shaking*

Why can’t this damn woman on the other side of my cube realize that her body spray stinks? I could care less that she’s trying to mask the cigarette smell, I don’t need an effin migraine each time she sprays that crap.

I’m sick to death of people making eye contact and not speaking. Just don’t effin look at me then dammit! *ugh*

WTF is wrong with folk not knowing how to say, “excuse me?” before they start a conversation with you while your back is turned?

I so damn wish I could smack stank off the lady who uses the bathroom and doesn’t wash her hands afterward. Just effin nasty!

Why does the geek squad that sits across from me talk so damn loud to each other when they’re like 3 feet apart? *smh*

WTF is wrong with public offices not answering they’re %)P#*%&# phones? Aren’t they supposed to have a damn recording if they’re not available? *trying not to scream*

I wish I still had an office with a door so I would have to put up with the idle banter that sometimes happens around me.

I need a side hustle so I can keep “Bill” out my damn life so I can actually have something out of my paychecks. *tossin lint out of my pocket*

I’m starting to hate online automatic withdrawal payments. *so much for technology*

Why do people give you partial information and expect you to figure out what the hell they’re talking about? *glazed expression*

I love my job, but why in the hell does detailed work always happen shortly before I’m scheduled to leave?

I seriously need a hooky day, I spend too much of my time working. *wiping tears from eyes*

My review is coming up in a couple months, I better get more than 3% for a raise or imma raise some serious Cain.

The cost of gas is so pissing me off cause I like to drive and cant go places as often as I’d like as a result of it; $55-$57 to fill Big Buddy damn near weekly sucks.

Living near the shore effin sucks cause the traffic is a mutha hubba on the weekends.

WTF is wrong with people who start a conversation with you while you’re on the damn phone?

Why am I looking cute today and in such a damn foul mood?

I better find the strength to tie a knot in this rope cause I’m barely hanging on today.

misc.

new post at the SaPhyreLounge

being a princess won't yeild a true prince, but a bullfrog if you dont have a brain under your tiara

Y&R officially sux. stay tuned for a full post devoted to it

i now understand why some animals eat their young

being a parent is a profession too many enter into lightly and adversely affect those trying to get the job done right

why did all the good music go?

i need to lose some weight and tone up

i want my new tattoo

i'm soooo glad i'm not growing up in this era; being born in the 60's was great

young guys keep hitting on me...so what if i'm a hottie; it still makes no sense to me *devilish grin*

i know i need to catch up on my posting and reading other blogs, but things just keep stealing my time *ugh*

i want to devote an entire day to reading blogs

i started reading again and have already completed one book and am now on another

chivalry is NOT dead

i received a few wonderful blessings this week...God is good!

gotta run; bout to get my party on...go Blu shake ya booty! and yea, imma be workin dat denim and dem heals! *woohoo!*