Monday, December 29, 2008

2008. Yeah.

As the year is about to wind down come to an end, most people begin to sit back and reflect on the past year's events; the hits and misses, the mistakes, the pains, the joys, the highs, the lows, and ultimately, what could've been better in retrospect. 

All-in-all, I can say that while 2008 had its challenging moments for me, I am very blessed and I am happy with what the year had to offer overall. I met some new friends whom I hope to have in my life for a very long time. I bonded with my mother and repaired our damaged relationship. I helped my family in many ways both emotionally as well as financially. I bought a new home. I found my niche in the corporate world. And I gained a new perspective about life and became closer to God. What more can you ask for?

I am not one for resolutions. For one, each year that I made a resolution, I've always broken them within a week or two. So I am going to follow in last year's footsteps and not make any resolutions this for next year as well. But I do have a few goals that I've set for myself:
  • Get my non-profit off the ground and invest in my own business endeavor
  • Get in shape. Work out on a regular basis. I have fallen off the last few months
  • Establish better eating habits. Less dining out and cut out the sodas (oh how I love 'em)
  • Finalize the revisions and edits of my novel and get it published this year, by May 1st
  • Less television. More ME time
  • Work on my son's website and help him establish his acting career
  • Be more frugal when it comes to spending but not lose the sponteneity
  • Continue to cultivate my blog and launch my personal website and vlog.
  • Finally go to NEW YORK CITY!
That is just a snapshot of the goals that I have set forth this year. As I accomplish these goals, I am going to refer back to this post and check-mark the goal I have completed off of the list. 

What are some of the things you want to accomplish in the upcoming year? I would love to hear your goals, resolutions, hopes and dreams for the new year. Please comment and let me know what you are thinking about in terms of self improvement in the upcoming year.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

I Had To. Do It.

Last night was rough. I wasn't feeling well. But I was oh so horny. TINGLY. Warm and FUZZY. I tried to fight off the urge as much as I could. I even tried to put a pillow in between my legs as to control and mediate the pulses and sensations that were running amuck in that area. I squeezed my thighs together tighter thinking that with that one act, I would be able to curtail the persistent urge that radiated throughout my body and my inside.

It didn't work.

As sweat formed on my forehead in the unusually 70 degree December night heat, I opened my window and listened to the wind blow against the screen. I turned on my television and flipped to an Adult PPV. Picked the first one that looked interesting and bought it through the remote. An overwhelming since of guilt overcame me but I knew that I was at the point of no return.

My hand took a trip down south. My legs spread. And I submitted to the deed.

I have been fighting off the urge to masterbate for almost as long as I have been fighting the urge to have sex. But the intense feeling that I was experiencing would not let me go to bed without fulfilling my bodily urges. And need.

I do feel defeated and I do feel like I let myself down. I also must make sure that this sexual adventure that happened last night will not happen again anytime soon. I don't want to settle with pleasuring myself in order to get my rocks off. I don't want to fall into that all familiar pattern.

I slipped. But I am back on my feet again. We will see if I prevail tonight.

Just The Lonely. Talking. Again.

Is it possible for me to have the type of love that I have dreamt about and prayed about all of my life? Is it possible for me to be truly fulfilled by another man and have in my life a true soulmate that I can bond with until the end of my days?

I would like to know. Is my quest for a fruitful relationship with another man pointless and a waste of time? I know I am such a nerd. I know I am such an idealistic individual. I want what I see in the movies and read in romance novels. I know friends, close friends, who have that in their lives. I am just wondering if I will be able to experience that for myself as well. 

Just food for thought I guess. Because I can admit. I can front like I have it all. Or be truthful and admit that I am lonely.

Friday, December 26, 2008

I Need To Blog But...

right now I am fighting a cold bug and not in the mood. BUT, I do want you to watch this commercial that has been running locally in my area (and several other cities). This is madness and coonery at it's best. 

Let me know what you think of this foolishness being aimed at OUR people:


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

4 Months. And. Counting.

I haven't had sex in four months. Make that four and a half months. My body is weakening but my resolve is strong. I didn't set out on a quest to be celibate or to abstain from sex. I am a spiritual person but I wouldn't say I am highly religious. I am mainly not taking part in sexual activity because I am not in a serious or committed relationship. I don't want to have a one night stand. I don't want to have casual sex. I want to be in a steady and monogamous relationship and until that happens, I will not be participating in sexual intercourse.

Oral? Well that may be another story. But that is also another topic for another time.

The last time I had sex was in August. I was dating a person whom was living in Arkansas. We were doing the long distance relationship type of thing. I guess. If you could even call it a relationship. The sex was okay, nothing to write home about. And then on my way home, I thought about it. I thought, why did I just do that? We were safe and we protected ourselves. But it wasn't just about that. Why did I give myself to someone that I really didn't have feelings for. Did I care about him? Yes. I care about all of my friends. But I wouldn't give up the panties to my friends, neither. That is why they are simply friends and not anything more.

I crossed the line and I am not going to cross it again. Mind you, I have been divorced. I was married for five years.  And I dated my ex-husband for eight years prior. So this dating thing is all new to me. Again. And I see that the rules have changed. I never was one to believe in casual sex. And I am also very proud to say that I can count the number of partners I have using both my hands with several fingers left unclaimed. I have never been promiscuous but I do enjoy the act of having sex and experiencing an orgasm. Lately I have fallen back into my old habit of masterbating and watching porn which is something that I have been fighting for years, every since I was a little girl. I don't want to be a slave to sex. I want to experience making love with someone who I am in a relationship with, not a drive-by action.

I am sticking to my guns.

Which is why it has been four months. Four and a half months. And it has been hard. Especially when you are around someone who you are really attracted to. Someone that you are close to physically and kiss and hug and share intimacies with besides sex. Right now I am going through it trying to keep my sensibilities in focus. My want versus my needs are hard to distinguish at times but I still manage.

I am hoping that the drought will be over soon.

But, until then my friends, I will continue to fight the good fight. I don't want to have any regrets later, so therefore. I must keep this commitment to myself. And I am worth it.

Monday, December 22, 2008

That's My Mama

Saturday night will be one to remember. After working half a day, I ran a few errands and planned to relax for the evening. I was invited to yet another Christmas party but I really wasn't interested in going and there was no RSVP required so I didn't feel bad skipping out. But anyway, Mom calls me that afternoon and asks me if I wanted to go out for drinks and dinner. 

Not really. The temperature was dropping and it was getting windy. My toasty house was feeling so good but I relunctantly said yes because I knew she had been under a lot of stress personally and needed to get out the house and enjoy herself.

I was able to make last minute reservations at Magianno's at 9:15 and that gave me plenty of time to get some rest in before I had to pick up mom for dinner. Anyway, when we arrived at Magianno's we were early and our table was not ready so we sat at the bar and my mom ordered her usual Long Island ice tea and I had my usual amaretto sour.

Now let me digress a moment and tell you that my mother and I have quite a rocky past. If you read my blog post about an incident when I was 14, you would know that my mom wasn't the best mom on earth. No one would give her an award for her parenting. While growing up, my mom showed me love, but was also distant in some respects. She was high a lot which I am sure clouded her judgement. She even lost me, according to my dad, when I was 2 years old and he found me walking down a major street by myself. No, I cannot make this up!

The last five years have been a time of healing for my mom and I. In 2000, I moved to St. Louis from Florida and in 2005 after my mom went through Hurricane Rita (the follow-up after Hurricane Katrina) I went to get her from West Palm Beach and move her here. During the car trip from Florida to St. Louis, we healed many wounds. I forgave her for being a less than stellar parent. My mom was 18 when she was married and 19 when she had me. She went straight from her mother's house to living in a home with my dad and didn't understand about taking care of a home or a child. She tried many times, and I think she regretted settling down and having a kid so young. She took that out on me I think. But I no longer blame her. What's done is done and I have moved on from that former pain.

So anyway, back to present day. We are at the bar at Magiannos and she is the life of the party at the bar. Cracking jokes, talking in her patented New York accent that she always does to impress the masses. My mom is a ham and she really puts it on when she has been drinking. She kept saying this is my daughter, introducing me to everyone like I was a star of some sort. She is so cute with her mini-adoration of me. Some even commented that they thought we were sisters and not mother and daughter. But we are used to it because we get it a lot.

We were placed at a nice table in the center of the restaurant and we had a fabulous time. But, my mom was kicking back the teas like it was no one's business and pretty soon, it was apparent that she was drunk. I told her that she didn't need anymore to drink. She agreed.
My mom says she needs to go to the bathroom and before I can volunteer to help her to the bathroom, she fell while walking away from the table. Such a lush! Everyone in that area of the restuarant was gawking at us and I just smiled and kept it moving and helped her to the bathroom. Mama is not a young woman anymore and now has problems holding her liquor.

I love that woman. I do. You only get one and the one mom and I have may not be the best but she is mine. I am sure soon there will be another falling out (we tend to have our little tiffs every now and then) but we always break-up to make up. Can anyone else out there relate?

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Today. Cold.

I had to run a few errands today. Needed to go to the grocery store and get a few things. Also needed to visit Target and get items for my annual Christmas Eve party. My grandmother called me this morning and warned me about the temperature. Told me not to go out but you know I wasn't hearing that. 

Shoulda listened to Grandma. LOL. I went out and braved the weather and it was so cold that my eyes were watering. My fingers were numb after only a few seconds of walking to the car from the store. The temperature reading on the Jeep said 7 degrees but I would bet with the wind chill that is was below zero easily.

Incidentally, today is the first day of winter and also the shortest day of the year. This could be the coldest winter ever.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Giving. Pride. & All That Comes With It.

This post will not only be about the season but also about being there for friends in need. As you know, my blog consists solely on my experiences, present and past, and I not only find solace and relief in writing and receiving feedback from my readers, but keeping it real and communicating my ideas, thoughts, processes, etc.

I have a homie, a very close friend whom I have been kicking it with for a minute. This person is first and foremost a dear friend of mine and also someone who I have a romantic link to. I have even blogged about him a few times so you guys are well aware of who he is and where he stands in my life. Anyway, he and I spoke on Tuesday and I asked him what he had for lunch and he told me he hadn't eaten a thing. I asked him why not. And he himm'd and haw'd and then said he didn't have any money for lunch. I was like whoa, no money? That's not like him to not be holding anything. And then he told me that he had some issues with the bank because of electronic debits and whatnot and he was informed by the bank via text message earlier that day that he currently had a negative balance. And the kicker was he had just been paid but because his balance was in the red, most of his check went to fees and the rest went to bills and whatnot. He only gets paid once a month.

I paused because first of all, I have been there in the past and know what is like to not have anything. I was waiting for him to ask to borrow some money. I wasn't going to just offer it up like that. He and I have spoken of being prideful in the past--he accused me of showing too much pride during numerous exchanges he and I had. So I wanted to call the kettle black and see if he was also had a pride issue. We continued the conversation and he didn't ask me to borrow anything. We ended the phone call and he told me to call him later that night, which I did and he didn't answer.

I called him on Wednesday and he didn't answer as well. I left a message. I began to feel something fishy was going on because we talk like everyday. I was wondering if he wasn't calling me because I didn't offer to let him borrow the money. That feeling nagged me all through Thursday and the beginning of today.

So I was thrilled when I received a message on Myspace from him. He said his celly had been cut off due to non-payment but that he could receive incoming calls and he has been waiting on me to call. I picked up my cell and called him and then I got a recording that said that the customer I dialed was not available.

Complete disconnect.

So I found an old e-mail with his work number and tried to reach him there and got his voicemail. I told him to call me.

He called a few hours later and I didn't beat around the bush. I knew times were hard for him and now he didn't have his wireless access. I offered to wire him some money, enough to get him through a few days. If he needed more in the future, we would discuss it. He changed the subject for awhile and we caught up, but I went back to discussing the money because he was being prideful. I wanted him to accept it. I also told him that he was always talking to me about my pride but he also had some issues with that.

He then got off of his high horse and told me he needed the money. And he was thankful and grateful that I would come through for him like that.

I have talked about this before and discussed this with NightFall914, in that I am giver 300%. I have always been like that and I give way more than I receive. But that is not the point for me. I enjoy giving, enjoy helping others, even if the roles were reversed, they probably wouldn't help me. I don't give because I want reprosity. I give because I want to. Because I need to. And if you have it available, why not?

During this season and time of year, we get all doped up on Christmas gifts and wanting and salivating over materialistic items. And yes, I am part of that group as well. But it is better to give than receive and I work at that everyday, not only during this time of year, but 365. There is no one on this planet that can say I am not a giver and not true to my word when I do offer help.

We can also use an angel at some point in our lives. Today, I was that angel, I put a band-aid on it and I kissed the boo-boo. Halo please!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Gravity.

An encounter yesterday left me bewildered and a little saddened. I have to unleash this incident out of my soul so I can be free of it.

I hate to be redundant, but for my new readers or to those that don't follow me on Twitter, I am a property manager for two apartment complexes in the St. Louis area. Anyway, everyday, I come in contact with many people from various walks of life. I love the type of job I have because it allows me flexibility with my schedule and I also get to incorporate my knowledge (and degrees)  in both PR and Human Services with my tenants and prospective residents. Anyway, this entry is not about my gig, but about something that so left a bad taste in my mouth that I must share it with you.

I have a young resident that is a single mother. For the sake of anonymity, let's call her Renee. Now Renee is a stripper in a bar in East St. Louis. Of course I know this because I had to verify her rental history as well as her employment status and income. Anywho, that is not really a big deal. I have residents that do all types of things, and as long as they can document their income and pass a thorough criminal background and credit check, and make three times the amount of rent, they will be approved. So Renee has been living in my complex for almost two years. She pays her rent on time for the most part and I don't hear much from her which I like. In any event, her neighbor informed me a few weeks ago that Renee had a dog in her apartment, a rottweiler which is against her lease. We do allow pets BUT they must be under 20 pounds and the resident must pay a pet fee security deposit of $350.00. They also must pay an extra $25 per month pet rent and submit accurate and up to date health records on the dog and we do not allow specific breeds such as pit bulls or rots. So when this neighbor came to me and told me Renee had a dog, I had to do some investigating.

I tried to track down Renee for a few weeks and I also tried to call her and she was dodging my calls. I finally saw her yesterday while I was walking the grounds and cornered her in a very professional way. I asked her if she had a dog because there had been a complaint and she instantly got on the defensive. I began to tell her that if she had a dog and it was not on the approved pet breed list, she would have to get rid of it or we would be forced to terminate a herlease letter and  find somewhere else to stay.

That is where, my friends, it got hectic. She began cursing me out (I won't repeat it because you all know the types of words that are used in this situation and they aren't very nice). But basically she called me all kinds of bitches and hoes and whatnot. Very loudly. Trying to keep my cool, I warned her that I wasn't going to finish the conversation if she didn't calm down and stop disrespecting me with all of this foolishness and she had the nerve to tell me, "Well, you think you are all that but you ain't. With all that white girl talk."

Now the old me, the old immature reckless me, would've gotten physical and would've connected my fist to her face but I had to keep composure. Everything was in my court. I had the upper hand because I could terminate the lease just off of that and go about my business and let the Sheriff serve her eviction papers by Monday. But I tried reasoning with her because I knew she was young and dumb and misguided and not quite thinking clearly about what she was doing. I asked Renee once more if she had a dog and she told me she was dogsitting. I told her to have the dog removed within 24 hours or my attorney would file papers in the courts for posession of the property.

Her response.

"Bitch, I wish you would."

It was then that I walked away. Walked back to my office to notify my attorneys that I needed them to file posession paperwork STAT. What is wrong with this girl, and so many others that think the world owes them something? Thinks that everyone is against them? Girls who don't know how to have a professional conversation without getting heated and using profanity? Girls who's souls are so lost and they use the pain they are experiencing to inflict pain on others? We as Black women get pulled down every day by society and the media enough. Why do we do this to ourselves?

I have a business to protect so I have to do what I have to do. I guess Renee is just another Lost One. Chalk it up again to the game.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tell Me Somethin Good

Mood: Anxious. Pensive.

Status: In full holiday mode. Tackling the last few gifts so I can shut the credit cards down.

Wear: Jeans and t-shirt. Just cleaned the living room so I am far from looking cute.

Hair: Two ponytails. I know. School girl chic.

Music: Common. Come Close. With Mary J.

Place: Sofa in living room. Laptop action.

Next move: Meeting with a web designer to work on getting my website up. Hella excited.

Last text I sent: It's kinda long so I don't want to type it right now. Something about tools. From Sears. Craftsman. And setting up lottery stands. I told you. You would have to be there.

To Who: Que

Random Notes: Blog is getting mad love. Thanks a million! Just downloaded Tweet Deck because my friend Lex told me it was the bomb. And she is right. Way user friendly and better than using the regular Tweet. Everything is nice and organized. Wondering what I am going to wear tomorrow. Got to go to the cleaners. Still have to make that eye appointment. I want to go see Seven Pounds. Love me some Will Smith. Who can I go with? That is a good question. I am so happy the weekend is almost upon us. This TMSG is kinda boring but that is how it goes sometime, huh?

MUAH!

My First Orgasm

As I previously blogged in another post, I did not experience my first orgasm from actual sexual intercourse until I was 25. For more on my sexual hang-ups , you can click HERE. But in the meantime, I would like to take this opportunity to discuss and share with you the musings of the first time I came during sex.  And yes, this is a true story. No fakery.

I was living in South Carolina at the time and I met a guy a few years younger than me named Amp at the local supermarket. He was tall, about 6'4 to my 5'5 frame and we hit it off instantly. There was a silent attraction between the two of us. Amp wasn't the usual type of guy that I dated during that time. I hate to say this but if I am going to keep it real, I must disclose that during that unfortunate time in my life up to that point, I dated dope boys, thugs, street villains. Big gorilla swole type nikkuhs who possibly could've been on that Barry Bonds at one point. Amp wasn't squeaky clean, don't get me wrong. He had a normal job that required a W-2 but I know he did a little somethin somethin on the side, but he was hardly a professional street pharmacist. Anyway, Amp was a skinny fella. Handsome. But I was a thick girl and I needed a dude that could pick me up and ram me and ish. A dude that worked out. But Amp wasn't in that mode. But he was attractive. And since the chemistry was off the chain, I decided to give him some.

Mind you, when I let him inside my sugar walls, I hadn't had sex for almost six months. So ya girl was ready for some action. Hot sex on a platter type of ish. So anyway, I was living with my father at the time. This was right after I was homeless (more on that later). Anywho, my dad went to sleep and I invited Amp in for a drink. My dad's guestroom was on the other side of the house so we slipped in gingerly and I locked the door behind us.

I remember letting my hands glide over his chest as I took off his shirt. He was a skinny guy but he had defined muscles on his chest and upper body. He wasn't the bird chest type, and that turned me on because I felt more confident he could handle me. His chest was smooth without an ounce of hair. I figured he shaved or whatnot. I kissed his chest while massaging it. He took off my top and unhooked my bra in one motion. My large breasts were exposed to him and pointing like headlights. He sucked the hell out of my nipples and I began to feel euphoric. It was at this time that I knew I wasn't dealing with your average Joe. He knew how to work my body slowly. And he knew where to touch and how, and the exact amount of pressure that needed to be used.

Amp had some massive bedroom game.

We made our way to the bed and he took of my jeans and then my panties. He stood back and looked at me through the moonlight which was peeking through my window. Before I reached the point of no return, I leaned over and turned on the small stereo which sat on the nightstand next to the bed so that if i got loud, Pops wouldn't hear me. Amp pryed my legs open and began eating me out. He was slow but methodic and thorough, and he worked his mouth on me something serious. I hadn't had oral action like that in my life (up until that point)!

After teasing my neenah with his tongue and almost bringing me to a climax, he slipped on the rubber that he had and turned me on my stomach. He laid on top of me rubbing his member on my ass and then entered me. Slow at first. And then harder and harder with each thrust, pulling out after every several thrusts until I begged him to put it back in.

It was then that it seemed like he picked me up and held me, his member sliding around between my legs, not fully entering me. I couldn't take it anymore and I reached for it and he threw me down and stood back.

"Is this what you want, Danni?"

I shook my head.

"I ain't hear you. Is this what you want Danni?"

"Yes! Yes, I want it!"

I didn't say nothing but a word. It was then that he got on top of me and thrusted his large dick inside of me. Say what you want about "skinny" men, but it has been my experience that they pack heat ALL DAY. So Amp was working with almost more than I could handle. It had been 6 months so it hurt like heck when he rammed it in, but after a few strokes, the pain subsided and it began to feel better and better.

Yes.

And with each stroke I got warmer and warmer and I could feel my toes tingle. I could feel everything from the inside out and I was about to errupt. He continued to enter me full force until I couldn't take it anymore and before you knew it, I felt that familiar tingle and then the tightening of my muscles as I climaxed.

It was the first time. I had an orgasm. During sex.

I felt like I could cry. But I didn't. I lay there as he got off top of me and lay beside of me out of breath himself, covered in sweat. We fell asleep for like an hour or so and then awoke back up from round two where I experienced a series of orgasms.

Amp slipped quietly out of my room in the early hours of dawn and I continued these late night trysts until I moved away to St. Louis a few months later.

That was and still is the greatest sex I ever had.

Amp and I still talk to this day. Every few weeks. We discuss our past sexual actvities with fondess, both of us wondering if we will ever meet again to pick up where we left off. You just never really know these things.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Cocaine. Binges. Pack-up. Move.

I have been having the same dream ever since I was 14 years old. I run into the street covered in blood screaming for someone to help me. I yell at the top of my lungs as loud as I can pleading for someone to hear me and they never do. I can hear the quiet of the night, the dogs in the neighborhood barking, the crickets chirping, the wind whistling in the late night Arizona skies. I look behind me and I can feel his presence and before I know it, he slams me to the ground and gets on top of me. Before I am able to move, he covers my mouth and I feel the harshness of suffocation.

I usually awake from the nightmare at this point screaming out loud and in a cold sweat. I never really get to the point where he kills me; I don't think the channels in my mind or my thought process would allow it. In my mind I am a fighter, I am chosen to live. And therefore, in this instance, my life cannot be taken away from me.

This dream stems from a real-life event that happened in February of 1990. My mother and I were staying in an apartment home in Phoenix, Arizona while my father was working in Memphis, Tennessee on a contract. We had been separated for several months and due to this, my mother (and I later found out my father) were having affairs and living separate lives. I of course was immersed in my life of being a Freshman and wasn't really paying attention to the obvious decline of my parent's marriage.

Anyway, on this young February night, my mother had a guest over. I don't remember his name but he was this smooth looking chocolate colored cat from the other side of town. Anyway, my mother was in the living room entertaining this dude and I was in my bedroom trying to block it out, doing what 14 year old girls do at that time, like talking on the phone, watching videos and reading magazines. Doing my nails. All of that shit. I don't think I paid much attention to my mom's guest. I wasn't stupid. I knew her game. But I wanted her to be happy so I played along knowing if my dad knew about this set-up, he would be more than 38-hot.

I remember going to bed around 11 that night. I was all geeked up about this Valentine's Day dance that was coming up at high school. This smooth dude asked me to go to the dance and I was all happy and stuff, plotting in my mind what I would wear and how I was going to do my hair. All of that young puppy love type ish.

I remember hearing this blood curdling scream and it awoke me from my peaceful slumber. It was something out of the movie Psycho, only it wasn't a flick. It was my mom's voice. I jumped up out of my bed and ran to the living room and all I could see in the darkness with the moonlight streaming through the window was blood on the wall and my mother laying on the floor. The dude looked at me and then ran out the door leaving it wide open. I got enough courage to go and close the door and lock it and then tended to my mother who was holding her right eye. He had punched her with so much force in her eye that it was nearly hanging out the socket.

I called 911. Then called my mom's best friend Tanya because I didn't know what to do. My mom was crying and in so much pain. She couldn't even talk. I remember getting a towel for her to hold her eye and soak the blood. I was scared but I wasn't crying. I was like a robot, a programmed soldier. The police came in like 10 minutes and my mom's best friend came in right behind them. They took a report and my mother was sent off to Thunderbird Hospital in Glendale.

I stayed with Tanya at the apartment, and the next day, a plain clothes policeman followed me and watched me while I stood at the bus stop, just in case this idiot of a man tried to come back and do something to me. My mom was in the hospital for a week and they performed two surgeries on her eye. My father was told about the incident and immediately flew to Arizona where I was told he was looking for ole boy, although I never saw him when he came. The whole thing was a blur.

Then I was told we had to move. Out of state. Back to Memphis where my dad was. And if you know anything about me or have read my blogs before, this was a pattern that still affects me to this day.

I was so strong that day for my mom and I. I felt like that was when the roles reversed. It was like from that day forward, I became the mom and she became the daughter. And at 14, that was a lot of pressure. I hated leaving my friends. My school. The constant day-to-day of life. But I knew that in order for my parents marriage to work, we needed to all be together in one house under one roof. I had to give up my peace to save my family.

This whole thing happened because my mom and this guy were on a cocaine binge. My mother always smoked pot and had recently got into "harder" stuff like blow and speed. I think old boy may have been doing crack while in the apartment. And I don't know if he clicked or what but he hit my moms, almost destroying her face, and he was never caught. My mom and I haven't talked about this incident since it happened, and this is the first time I have really talked about it in depth.

But every once in awhile, I have that dream and I am face-to-face with him and he kills me. But in real life I got away. And in real life, I am a true survivor.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Cold As Ice!

Wow, the weather outside is frightful. Your girl is off today (I always have Mondays off) and the school's are closed and it is brutal. Basically, we are told to not go outside unless you HAVE to. Here are a few photos of my vantage point. And please NOTE. The substance on the road in front of my house is not snow. It is ice! And it is a beast. Be careful out there if you are in the area. Sorry about the poor quality of these photos but I am not ready to set foot outside (we have single digit temps) so I took them on the BlackBerry from the window. :)






Tell Me Somethin Good-2 AM Morning Edition

Mood: Angelic (thanks Fresh)

Status: Ready to take over the world. Sleeves are rolled up. I'm in my b-boy stance.

Wear: T-shirt, boy shorts.

Hair: Down. I have "pageant hair" from earlier.

Music: Kanye West. Say You Will. My favorite song of the moment.

Place: Sofa in living room. Laptop action.

Next move: I put it out there. Let's see what I get back.

Last text I sent: 'Goodnight'.

To Who: Ole boy.

Random Notes: I can hear the sleet hitting the window pane. Tomorrow i going to be a beast outside. Luckily i am off work and can stay at home to avoid the commute madness. I was called an angel tonight. I feel very honored with the title. I try to put out more than I get back. I live by that code, but more often than not, I don't get back HALF of what I give. I guess I am a sucker. But I also believe in seeing the good in people. Which is why I always get chopped and screwed. I am not going to allow that, though, to stop me from doing what I can for people. For those in need. If it bites me in the ass later, it's okay. I'm a big girl now. I can take it.

Special Dedication

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Reflections Of: The Way Life Used To Be

I have been very reflective lately. It could be from the wine I injested at a Christmas Party I attended earlier but I have been thinking a lot about my past. In order to really get to know me and how I work mechanically in terms of my thought process, you must understand my past and where I come from. My true essence and development is wrapped up in many years of going everywhere but not going anywhere at all. Let me explain.

I was born in St. Louis, Missouri and in 1982, when I was seven, my father got a job offer in Houston and we moved. After that we moved to several other cities such as Las Vegas, Phoenix, Memphis, Jacksonville, Tampa, Ft. Lauderdale and South Carolina. I went to six elementary schools and five high schools. To say I became a chameleon in my environment is an understatement. I spent my young life being the person I was supposed to be depending on the situation and mood of the area. For instance, when I lived in Phoenix for five years, I was a valley girl. When I moved to Memphis, I was a 'hood girl. When I moved to Florida, I became a beach bum. South Carolina? The southern belle. On and on it went. It took me until I was about 25 or 26 to know and understand who I really was and be able to truly define the real me. 

All of that moving around really did a number on me mentally if you think about it. I didn't have a center, a true home. I didn't have structure. The longest place that I lived as a child was 5 years and that was Phoenix, Arizona. As soon as I began to feel comfortable and sure of myself, then my dad announced we were moving. I could never really feel like I had a "home". We were nomads, meandering throughout the country trying to find ourselves. I don't even think my parents understood how that would shape my life in a negative way.

I wanted stability. I wanted structure. I wanted peace and security. I thought I had found all of that when I met and fell in love with my first love, Ronald Lorenzo Davis. I was in Jacksonville. We met through a mutual friend. Over the course of a year, we went from friends to as serious as you could be at that age. He was three years older. He was like a father figure. I trusted, loved, and respected him. But then it got cloudy. And my parents announced we were moving away. My heart felt torn.

I was a divided soul. Living in central Florida but longing to be in Jacksonville. We did the phone thing. I ran up the bill to over $1500.00. I even ran away a few times to see him. Took the Greyhound. I wanted to be with him so much. I didn't care. My parents gave me an ultimatum.

I moved on with hesitation. Then when I was 17, met and fell in love with my son's father. Again, someone else who was like a father figure to me. 4 years older. He had a lot going on for himself. I got completely wrapped up in him. When he asked me to carry his seed, I instantly said yes. There were no questions. I thought that the love we shared would last forever. Suffice to say, in 4 short years, it was over.

I became involved with these men (and some after) searching for someone to give me a foundation. I was looking for it in an individual when I should've been looking inside myself for these answers. I struggled to hold onto people that weren't worthy because I just wanted everything to be the same. I had so much change in my life, so leaving would be just another change I had to face. Didn't want to do it. And over time, I kept myself in situations in which I should've gotten myself the hell away from.

I look back on my life from this point, and wonder what it would've been like had I of stayed in one place like most people. I think I would be centered and more focused. But I also know the lessons learned while growing up in such volitility and change has made me a better person. I've been around. I've lived in every climate. I have traveled. Seen things that most don't. And so I am grateful. I wouldn't change the roads I have taken for nothing in the world.

As this year comes to an end, I continue to reflect on how my life has changed. Evolved. Grown. I went from a shorty, to a woman-child, to a woman of all seasons who holds it down for her family. I am still evoolving. Still growing. Still learning. Still seeking. Still transisitioning. I am happy in the place I am now. And I look forward to continuing the journey that lay ahead...

Friday, December 12, 2008

Your Ego (A Rant)

This ego thing is out of control. It is causing a particular person in my life to play games, water down, dumb down, his feelings. This person isn't a liar by any means BUT if he doesn't tell me how he really feels, isn't that the same as lying? He is a man and I am a woman and you would think that would be enough for the both of us to keep it 100 at all times but it seems that it is not.

Ego's getting in the way and I don't know how much longer I can take it.

We met sometime ago. So this isn't something new. This isn't a new path or a new journey or a new anything. It was before but it's not now. Now is the time when we sit down and talk and determine which direction we are to go. Now he can sit there and act like he doesn't have any feelings for me or we are just friends or homies or buddies or pen pals but the fact of the matter is pretending is for children. I long for the opportunity to share my world with him. I don't want to be his woman but I could. I don't want to be serious but I could. I don't have to have these things but, yes, it would be nice.

Ego's getting in the way.

There are things that have been spoken between us, and yet there are things that haven't. The unsaid is more powerful. There is a connection, an inate force the brought us together but I am willing to bet that same force can tear us apart. I want to be done but I also want to give Mr. Ego one last chance to see if he can hop off of his high horse and show me some love. Anything. A sign. Wave a banner. Send an e-mail. A text. Write it in the sky.

There are more questions than answers, but hell, I am tired of making the first move. I've chased pavements a little too long. Maybe I've run out of concrete. And maybe you've changed. Adieu.

Happy Anniversary!

It's official! Make Blog Not War is now one full month old! 

Dope, huh?

Thanks to all of my readers, supporters, fellow bloggers, etc. for showing me love and offering your feedback, guidance, and understanding. I am sincerely grateful. As I have blogged before, I have started many blogs just to stop writing in them after the first few days or weeks because I lost focus and direction. I feel now that with the tools I have and the need to express my innermost thoughts and perspective on various subjects, Make Blog Not War will perservere and continue to grow and expand.

MBNW is still in its infancy and I am still finding my voice and my style. Please bare with me while I meander through everything in order to really set the tone for my blog.

I don't write the blog for popularity or for fame. I wanted a place on the web that was unique so that I could share my world, my thoughts, my life with the world. This is the place that I now call home and I am so comfortable everyday exploring the topics in which I want to discuss. I look forward to taking this journey with you. 

*MUAH*

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Tell Me Somethin Good

Mood: Pissed and disappointed.

Status: Mutiltasking and trying to keep from plotting revenge.

Wear: T-shirt and pajama pants. Very unglam.

Hair: In a bun. Got my specs on for a nerdy effect.

Music: 112. Cupid. Go figure. Listening to a mix CD.

Place: Sofa in living room. Laptop action.

Next move: Trying to forget him. He's forgotten me.

Last text I sent: 'Whatever'.

To Who: What's His Face.

Random Notes: Need to stop allowing people in my life who just aren't worthy. I have no time for users, abusers, liars, and such. Say what you mean and mean what you say and don't try to make me feel like I am in the wrong. You almost penetrated my force field but I am so glad I didn't let my guard down. You no longer get no love. Only voice mail and delete. Ciao!

Foreclosure Is Not A Joke...

Recently, the blogosphere has been buzzing regarding NeNe Leakes so-called "eviction" from the home that was featured in Real Housewives of Atlanta. A local news station even dug deeper into NeNe's residential status and blew the whistle off of her "eviction" and current finances. Now I do not think that fronting on a major television show on cable TV is a way to make it to the top, but it is working for NeNe. Even though she doesn't have a pot to piss in so to speak (heard she is now renting another home but I've always wanted to type pot to piss in), she was able to be a part the highest rated shows in Bravo TV history and that says alot. They fronted, and we watched. (suckers)

But alas, the last few days, reports have surfaced that Fantasia Barrino and Tionne 'T Boz' Watkins are both losing their homes due to foreclosure. Wyclef is in foreclosure for a home that hasn't even been built, and producer Scott Storch has experienced residential woes as well with his Miami mansion. This recession is real folks, and it is not a joke. Just because they are "stars" and they have more money than most of us doesn't mean that they aren't human and aren't subject to financial gaffes predicated by poor money management and lack of knowledge regarding the balancing of incoming and outgoing funds. It's not a joke for anyone to lose their home, star or not, so I don't know why some bloggers find this funny. And of course Fantasia and the like can probably go out and rent another home without any problems, but it still doesn't mean they won't take a hit on their credit in the years to come. I think all of this foreclosure mess is sad and is far from comedy.

But that is just my opinion.

I have a family member that almost lost their home to foreclosure and it had nothing to do with them not paying the mortgage, but with the subprime loan that was purchased without their knowledge and required a balloon payment every several months. Instead of laughing about such matters, let's learn the mortgage products that are out there so we won't get screwed again. Let's teach our children the value of a dollar and how to take care of business and save so they too can have their own home one day. Let's learn to live within our means and not get a big a$$ house that we really don't need or cannot afford. Let's recycle the Black dollar and buy from our own so that we can keep the money circulating in our own communities and build up our businesses. Those are the types of things we should be doing instead of tearing one another down and making fun of someone else's downfall.

Food for thought.

It's An 80's Christmas!

Of course Christmas is almost here, and I thought what better way to celebrate it than to transport back to 1985 (like my best Christmas ever!) when I was 10 years old and list the things I got that year. Maybe you can relate, or just make fun of my old ass, or add a few toys and gadgets that you got or that I left off the list. This should be fun! 

Sidenote: Hey old heads, do you remember the JC Penney Wish Book that would come in the mail? You would circle what you wanted and give it to your parents. LOL. Those were the days!









Teddy Ruxpin was the ish! He talked and moved and I thought he was the best. Of course my favorite gift was a toss up between my Atari (I got Centipede, Ms. Pac Man, and Android with the console), and my Cabbage Patch who, legend tells me, my mother fought three women for and was booked on assault charges and put on probation. Also the Barbie dream house was a close favorite too. No one on the block had one. The Optiumus Prime Transformer was a gift my dad bought me. LOL. He always wanted a boy.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Pleasure Principle

...and I am not talking about the Janet song. I am talking about the principle in which two people who are kicking it have an understanding which is basically eff buddies 101. You do your thing, I do mine. And when we feel the need, we execute the pleasure principle.

The reason why I as is because this "proposition" has been presented to me a few times by the same gentleman and I turned it down. I told a girlfriend of mine while driving to work this morning that I said NO to him, and she thought I was a prude because I wasn't down with getting the D without any strings attached. She understands that right now I really don't want to be in an exclusive relationship, but is tired of hearing me say that I am missing some good bedroom action and she thought that my homie's "proposition" would ease my sexual tension. And she is right. But it's not just about easing my frustration with getting a good nut.

Like, I can't do anything halfway. I know some ninjas out there that can do that. They are satisfied with giving just 50% or 65% or some ish like that. But not your girl! When I do something, I want to do it right and I don't want to have a "buddy" whom I kick it with and then let it go down. If I can't have the relationship with the sex, then I don't want any part of it. It's like all or nothing. Am I crazy for feeling like that?

I dunno. Right now, I am in a place in my life where I want to focus on me and only me. I don't want a relationship because I am not ready to give that part of me to someone else. I've been through a lot this past year and I need to explore things by myself before I delve into the girlfriend/boyfriend thing. So no sex. 'Cause for me, sex without strings is a recipe for disaster. Someone is going to catch feelings (usually me) and then it's all downhill from there. Why even bother with that foolishness? Love games are so predictable.

I did say no to the pleasure principle. As much as I crave it, want it, think about it, and NEED it, nothing good is going to come of it. So I will stay on the solo tip for now until something magnificent this way comes. I am not settling this time. NO WAY. And it's okay to be alone. No drama. No worries. Good times.

The Bish Is So Heartless

Someone told me this was girlfriend season BUT it seems more like heartbreak season around these parts. If one more fella tells me that their woman is on some other ish, I will pass the hell out. I guess all the break-ups must come before Christmas so peeps can save their duckets since they don't have to buy their girl a gift OR they can still unwrap it and take it since they still have the receipt because there is like, 15 days before the big day? The love thing is stoned right now, officially. So glad that I am not in that category for the moment.

But enjoy a little 'Yeezy for your afternoon heartbreak and even though you and your girl are no longer an item, I am sure you will be at the club in a few weeks meeting a new tender. Mark the tape F-R-E-S-H. (LOL--yes, I am talking 'bout u).

Say what you want about 808's, Kanye brought it with Heartless. Yup!

Oh and to read what 'Ye had to say about his "supposed" poor record sales (I think that 450,000 units in this day and age during the first week is good outstanding but that's just me. You know I stan for Kanye), click HERE.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Rod Blagojevich- Sit'cho Ass Down (Updated)

While driving to work this morning, I was listening to NPR and they broke into the program to announce that Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich had just been arrested for "unspecified" charges. I immediately called my homie in the Chi to inquire about the arrest and he hadn't heard anything. I then told him to send me a text when he had the word on the street.

According to Yahoo, Blagojevich was arrested and is in FBI custody for curruption charges stemming from trying to gain money for the appointment for the sucessor for Obama's senate seat. Oh boy! The ish has hit the fan and hot grits is falling everywhere in the Chi. HOPEFULLY, no one else (um...Jesse Jackson Jr.) will be implicated in this probe (Blagojevich's Chief of Staff was arrested as well). Apparently, the Governor's phone coversations have been recorded, including conversations with Barack Obama, whom, after the Governor concluded their call, proceeded to tell his staff eff Obama. DAMN. Harsh eh? And if other folks are involved, it will come out in the wash just like always. The Feds are going hard after the Governor, who has one of the lowest approval ratings in Illinois history.

Also, word on the street (so remember to take this with a grain of salt) is that President Elect Obama's Chief of Staff, Rahm Emanuel, may have been the one to tip-off the Feds. Is that so, Rahm? You are indeed keeping it real if that is the case.

Damn Blagojevich, things were going so well (Obama-ly speaking)and you had to go and eff it up. Please resign and most importantly, sit'cho ass down!

For more updates on this explosive situation, click HERE.

2008...What Did It Teach You?

A friend and I had dinner in Chicago and during the conversation, she asked me on a scale of 1 to 10, how would I rate 2008. After giving it some careful thought, I advised that I would give it a 7. 2008 was a good year, with some downs but mostly ups. I can't really complain about it because while a lot of people lost a lot in 2008 (jobs, savings, homes, etc.) I did not. All in all, it was a really good year and was better than 2007 was to me. 2008 taught me a lot about myself and others and I think it has shaped me in the long term as far as my constitution. Here is just a sample of what the year 2008 has taught me:

Patience- I am the most impatient person you will probably ever meet. Strike that. I was the most impatient person. Through several instances this year, I learned that in order to be a better person, I must be patient. It is not all about ME and when I want it and HOW I want it. Good things come to those who wait. I've been catered to for the most part all of my life and became accustomed to not having to wait for what I want. 2008 has shown me that for the really good things in life, and no I am not talking about posessions; I am talking about relationships, friends, cultivation of self, etc., that patience is indeed an accessory that must be used in order to move forward.

Worth- I now know my worth. I now feel comfortable excluding those in my life who are not worth my time, my friendship, my genorosity, etc. For many years, I gave to those who were undeserving because I didn't have the backbone to simply say NO. Through several incidences this year, I finally grew a spine and saw people for what they were, no sugarcoating involved. So 2008 has shown me that those who are unworthy of me and my time should not get it. Period, point blank. And also, my worth is measured by ME, not by others definintion of what is should be or what is in their OPINION. Opinions are like @ss...(fill in the blank). Everyone has one. I am now no longer worried about anyone else's opinion of me but MINE.

Independence- I have always prided myself in the past for being independent but I really wasn't. Yeah I had my own car, paid my own bills, etc., but I wasn't really independent. I was holding onto people who I really didn't need to hold onto because I was afraid of being alone. Now I really don't care if I am alone or not. I actually like being alone. I like not going out every Friday night. I like spending time with just Me, Myself, and I. I don't need an audience all of the time. I feel good about that, 'cause in spending time with myself, I have grown as a person. And I have grown my relationship with God.

Direction- I have meandered about throughout life. Going nowhere but then going everywhere. I now have a constitution. I now know where I want to go. I now am no longer predicated on where EVERYONE else is going. My vision is on-point and focused on MY future and the future on my son and daughter. Everything else is out the window, including everyone else's directional plans for me. I have an agenda and mandate which is in force daily, and it will take me to where I want to be in the next year or two.

Womanhood- I am a grown ass woman. I have been for years of course, but saying you are a woman and being a woman are two different things. Womanhood doesn't just come with age and your biological clock and womanly parts. It also stems from your atttitude, your demeanor, how you carry yourself, etc. I used to talk the talk but I didn't (or couldn't) walk the walk per se. I feel that with each passing day, I grow into the woman that my Grandmother was when she was my age. I handle business, take care of family, hold it down at work and home, all while confident. I am not saying I don't have times of doubt, but as time passes, the days of doubt become less and less and I feel more powerful about the decisions I make and the direction I am headed.

What has 2008 taught you?

Monday, December 8, 2008

Attraction Doesn't Always = Relationships

BUT...

Dig this. 

He is attracted to me. I am attracted to him.

He is affectionate. More than most. And he cares.

I care.

We haven't had sex yet and we have talked about it. And we aren't going to.

We have the best conversations EVER!

All of this, and it doesn't = a relationship.

Waste of time?

Or is it okay in this instance to be all of the above and still be friends? Your take?

Cadillac Records

I had the opportunity to view Cadillac Records last night while in Chicago and I must say, while my expectations were low, the movie really was well acted, directed, and produced. It was also visually stunning and captured the true essence of that era. The music and the actors complimented each other beautifully, and you could tell that although everyone was trying to one-up the other one, the competition made an okay script come to life.

Beyonce gave a better performance in this flick than she did in Dreamgirls, and in some scenes, she was actually believable as a young Etta James (although visual wise, Etta was a heaver girl than Bee portrayed). Jeffrey Wright hit another slam dunk with his rendition of Muddy Waters. His acting was so on point, you actually think you are watching Muddy himself. Adrien Brody played a sympathetic version of Chess Records founder Leonard Chess as well, but I had the feeling that the script lacked a true synopsis of the dimensional contradictions of the real Chess. Mos Def was oh so believable as Chuck Berry. He had the look and Chuck's voice down to a science, and I wouldn't be surprised if he garnered a few nods for best supporting actor in the Globes or Oscars. The standout, though, was Columbus Short's portrayal of Little Walter. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN. He stole the whole damn movie, IMO. If he is not nominated for some type of award, then I don't know. Cadillac Records became HIS film. He shined throughout, and I even shed a tear at his demise (won't give the movie away for those who haven't seen it). Gabrielle Union (who is not a top tier actress by any stretch of the imagination) was a force of emotion with the character of Geneva Wade, Muddy Waters' wife (or common law wife because from what I saw, the movie really didn't specify if they were indeed married or not).

What this movie showed in great and explicit detail, was not just the rise of a prolific blues label during a turbulent time in America, but the behind the aspects of the background of real life Black musicians and singers and especially what they had to deal with while on tour (racism, sex, etc, payola, money issues) and the theft of their music by white artists.

Go out and see this flick. You will not be disappointed. 

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Weekend Notes

Ya girl will be in Chi-town this weekend for business. I may also kick it as well. We'll see how it goes. Anywho, I will be updating my blog whilst I am there and taking some flicks too! The forecast is calling for snow and it is mad cold there so I dunno about hitting the streets but I also know that the Windy City has so much to do and the nightlife is crazy so I cannot see myself staying indoors the entire time.

Have a safe weekend. Also, please visit me on TWITTER where I will be sharing my random thoughts as I do all weekend long. I love me some Twitter because I can do random updates ANYWHERE without having to be at my laptop or at my desk.

Have a good one!

Are People Still On BlackPlanet?

Please excuse my ignorance on such things but I received a message on AIM (damn, can't believe I logged into it today for the first time in a year) and this person was asking me to look at their pictures on BP. I giggled and almost spit out my McDonald's sweet tea (my ultimate joy besides copping a bad pair of heels) because I didn't even know people were still on that joint. Maybe I am the one that is behind?

Back in the early to mid 00's, I had a page on BP. Man, the notes I used to get! Freaking pervs and lesbians. Nothing against lesbians, mind you, but there wasn't anything on my page that signified that I was of that sexual persuasion. It seemed as if it was a place to meet a bed buddy. That's all it was! Anyway, I deleted my page like three years ago because I never logged in and when I did, it was a freaking mess! Plus I started using Myspace and hardly ever even thought about BP after that. But I guess it's still in full effect mode over there. I went to BP just to kind of look around and it appears that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Alot of wack come on lines and pictures of body parts. LOL.

Myspace is kind of getting that way too. Thinking about deleting my page.

Friday, December 5, 2008

F-O-C-U-S-E-D

Dear Hater:

I usually don't dole out time to those who are unworthy and simply put, not worth my time. But when I was a young shorty, my Grandmother told me to:

1. keep my friends close and my enemies closer

-and-

2. kill negative folks with kindness

Grandma, this one's for you.

Hater, I know that your main objective each and everyday is to spew your venom like a python but I won't allow you to do that. Not on my watch. See, someone should've checked you long ago, and since they didn't, please allow me to do it. You are the type of person that hates to see it when another person makes a come up because you have suspect feelings about yourself. You are insecure. You are laughable. You think you are wise with your qwirky comments and funny wit but all that shows me is that deep inside, its easier for you to think of something smart to say than do something smart for yourself. Like be quiet.

Bad move.

You wait around until someone makes a mistake, and bam, you are on it like white on rice. But who's to say you don't make mistakes of your own? Who's to say that you are perfect? You have many flaws many of which happen to start with your lack of self esteem and poor hygiene. Grab a Altoid and take a long bath and have a tall can of shudafukkup.

Hater, I don't like you. But I would never hate on what you do because you are getting yours. So why hate on me? Why spend so much time and energy focusing on me? Don't you have a life? A man? Some family? Any friends? Doesn't seem like it. And I am not surprised. Because why would people even want to be around someone like you? Someone that is 95% negative and 5% bullshit. You need an enema and a body cleansing STAT to wash out all of that bad karma.

I will pray for you, Hater. And although you continue to pray and pray on my downfall, I will rebuke you because I am a one-woman show and I never needed anyone to raise me up. While you count on others to give you applause, my audience is my mirror and my applause is my reflection. Each day I awake on this earth is better than the alternative. And I hope you get a life because honestly, if you don't change your ways, you will be just another old bitter and sour person with stank breath.

But alas.

Bye Hater. You have taken up enough of my time and I got things to do and people to see. SMOOCHES. Call me when you get a personality and a little love for yourself.

MUAH!  :P

D to the anni.

I Am His Mama

I get this all the time. Actually my son does. I have a son who is 14 (he will be 15 in April) and when we are together, be it in the mall or the store, or anywhere, people think we are brother and sister. Then he will say "MOM" and everyone looks at me like I have the plague. And I am like yep, that's my boy.

Long story short, I had my son when I was 18. Actually, I got pregnant when I was 17. I graduated high school when I was 16 because I went up a grade when I was 7 and my b-day is Sept. 3rd so I started school when I was 4 and was a year younger than most of the people in school. I grew up fast. Only child, daddy's little girl, spoiled rotten. My parents' marriage began to deteriorate when I was about 16 and I met Antonio (my baby daddy--hate that term) at a party. He was 20 and fine and had a nice car and his own place and I thought I was grown. We started dating and after a year I became pregnant with my son. Thought about abortion but in the end, I knew I was going to keep the baby. Antonio and I tried to work it out but 4 years and several black eyes and countless bruises later, I left his sorry ass.

It wasn't easy being a single mother. I was working a full-time gig, putting myself through college, and trying to be a mother and a father all on my own. Antonio wasn't around much, he was too busy out in the streets. But me and my shorty were good. He never wanted for anything. We never wanted for anything. We always had a roof over our head (although we were homeless for a minute, more on that in another blog entry) and I always had a car. Times was rough though. I can remember making a big pot of spaghetti on a Monday night and eating that ish every night that week. But we survived. Two degrees and a marriage later and we are doing VERY well. My son is now a Freshman in high school and I also have a 4 year old daughter from my ex husband (not Antonio mind you).

I see young mothers all of the time and I remember that pain, that burden that they have to carry. I am 33 now and the realization that I have a 14 year old is odd, but I am so thankful and glad that I had him. I am hoping that these single mothers get through the pain like I did. I never thought I would be able to see the forest for the trees back then and now I am chopping a tree down everytime I see an obstacle with no problems.

Life is good, yo.

If you know a single mother struggling, let her know she can do it. Let her know that even through darkness, light will follow. I held onto my dreams when I didn't have a penny to my name. And now I can do anything...

...and I am HIS mama. I am very proud. And blessed.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Warm. & Fuzzy. & Tingly (Part Deux)

NightFall914, I am going to get u.

You pegged it when you said I have been extra tingly lately. For you newbies to my blog, tingly is my code name for horny as well, aka, drippin wet in the panties. I so wanna release right now, you have no idea. It has been some months since your girl has gotten some good action. Some good, grab the sheets, curl my toes, scream so the neighbors can hear, 'til the cops come knocking, sweating out my perm, making me walk with the 'crook legs, make me squirt kind of sex. You know? I am such a sexual person and I need to release like ASAP before I explode.

The last time I had sex was almost three months ago. And it's been that long by choice. Now you know I can get some, but because I am taking my time to get it right. I am a relationship girl. I don't have one night stands and at the time, I don't have a fukk buddy. So now that I am in an in between part of my life, I don't have a companion that I can explore sexually. And it sucks monkey balls.

And, for those readers who peep more than just the first page of this blog know what I also have a porn thing that I am trying to work out as well (refer to THIS). It's times like these when it gets late at night and I feel like I need some visual stimulations to get my juices going. And then, I think sometimes I wanna play with the chocha because it makes me sleep like a baby when I am done.

Sheez, I need to release some tension. But I also understand that right now, it ain't happening. I am not a fly by night chick. So until then folks....um...I will take a Tylenol PM and call it a night.

If Your Name Is...

..or you have anything like this in your name on Myspace, please do not send a friend's request because I will not even open that mug.

Pookie
Lil anything
Big anything
Scrilla
Dollar
Pretty
Tank
Body
69
Lick
Suck
Dick
Eat
Pussy
Chuuch
Leroy
Shorty
Dub
Baby
Lace
Cash
Young 
Sexy
Nasty

Check this post often for I will be making revisions and edits/additions to this list. Thank you.

8 Grammy Nominations?


Really Dwayne Carter?

Strippers On Poles

I am a property manager for two apartment complexes here in St. Louis. For those that don't know. Anyway, I have a few residents, women, who make their living as an "exotic dancer". Yesterday, one of them came into the office to pay her rent and I could not help but wonder why she felt she had to resort to taking off her clothes in front of a bunch of horny and overstimulated men (and women) for a living.

This girl (and many girls) are not your typical stripper. And I know you know what I mean. There have been times in your life I am sure that you have seen a girl in passing or saw her out somewhere, maybe the grocery store, and you can tell that she is a stripper. She just exudes that aura. Well this girl isn't like that. She looks more like a librarian than anything, and is very quiet and shy. Barely looks me in the eye when she comes in. It just seems like such a waste for her to be working in a dive getting dollars put in her thong. Has she went to college? Does she have a degree?Does she have any amibition to get out of the game? Of course I can't ask her these questions because it wouldn't be professional, but I would so like to know where her head is at. Because a mind is such a terrible thing to waste.

Supposedly, according to the word on the street, more and more girls are getting into stripping because the economy is so damn bad and they have been laid off or have lost their jobs. That really sucks. And no, I am not trying to knock their hustle. I know there are women who want to strip and like it and want to be the employee of the month on that pole. I can dig that. But for so many others, I know they want a better way of life than being looked at like a piece of meat each night. I am sure that gets old after awhile.

I don't know. Just seems like there are so many endless possiblities. Why limit yourself to doing something like stripping? What happens when you can no longer do it? When your body gives out? What then?

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Tell Me Somethin' Good

Mood: Tingly. (aka horny)

Status: Purchasing a few items online. Balancing my checkbook as I go.

Wear: Sports bra, boy shorts.

Hair: Up in a ponytail.

Music: None. Have that McDonald's commercial in my head (you know the one) Chicken Mcnuggets.

Place: Sofa in living room. Laptop action.

Next move: Getting my mind ready to go to Chi-Town this weekend.

Last text I sent: 'Yeah. U on some tradn places like Ursh'.

To Who: Justin Bobby (nickname homies).

Random Notes: I need to reschedule my optical appointment. Need new contacts STAT. Work is killing a sister now, I got a million things to do tomorrow. Must stay focused. Stay off the Crackberry (but it be callin me yo!)

R.I.P Donny

Last night, I watched the Unsung series on TVOne which spotlighted R&B composer, singer, and musician Donny Hathaway. I have always been in awe of his music and had no idea that he committed suicide in 1979 by jumping out of a window of a hotel in New York. What a tragedy. What a loss.

Hathaway suffered for many years and was classified a paranoid schizophrenic in the early 70s. He continued to work, but towards the end, he could not longer sustain the pressure. Hathaway died when he was only 34 years old. He is buried here in St. Louis, Missouri, where he was raised.

Donny Hathaway produced hits for Roberta Flack and others. The song below (also sung by the Carpenters) is my favorite song by him.


Foreplay (Before Play)

I have such random conversations during the work day. Anyway, a homie (and dear friend of mine) and I were talking today on the Crackberry about foreplay. He said he was listening to the radio and they were talking about foreplay. I guess the conversation was that women were complaining that their men didn't participate in foreplay. They just wanted to get down to business.

My friend wanted to know my thoughts on the matter and I gave him plenty. First off, it is my belief that foreplay can sometimes (a lot of times) be better than the actual activity of having sex. Foreplay is about pleasing and teasing and learning his body and your body and affection and kissing, and all the things that I like being with a man for sexually. If a man is not down for foreplay, then it is not going down. I am not participating in it. So these men that are with these woman who aren't down for the cause wouldn't get no love from me. I blame these women for giving it up to these men who want to hit it and quit it. It is just as much their fault as it is the man's. If you allow him to screw you without foreplay, then you are playing the hand you are dealt.

Secondly, ladies, communicate with your man about what you like (or don't like). Do it on the regular and do it with no shame. Sex (and foreplay) is about the two of you enjoying it together. If he is the only one that is enjoying it, then what kind of sense does that make? I let the man I am with know what I like, where my spot is, where I liked to be kissed and touched and sucked. If he isn't in those areas, then I either whisper it to him seductively or I put his head there myself. LOL. This is a two way street. I don't assume he knows what I want. I also want him to communicate with me on his desires as well.

Foreplay is like the truth, people. I am thinking these young people haven't really made love or had real sex until they experience real foreplay. I like that better (sometimes LOL) than the real thing.

...wish I could have foreplay now. :P

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Barbara Walter's 10 Fascinating People

On 12/4/08, Babs Walters will announce her 10 Most Fascinating People for 2008 as she does each year during a television special on ABC.

Wanna see who made the list?

10. Will Smith 
9. Tom Cruise
8. Tina Fey
7. Rush Limbaugh
6. Miley Cyrus 
5. Michael Phelps
4. Sarah Palin
3. Frank Langella
2. Thomas Beatie (pregnant "man")
1. Barack OBAMA! 

Not too much into lists like these which are very calculated and far from what us "norms" think but I certainly agree with #1. Also, I also think that Will, Tina, Sarah (even though I despise this woman, she was "fascinating" I guess), and Michael Phelps should be on the list as well.