You'll Be Missed...

When I was 8yrs old, I wanted to grow up to marry you...

You were the man to me...your style, I thought you were magical when you stepped on the squares of the sidewalk and they lit up.

Then I watched your Motown 25 performance, and I fell in love.

You were so handsome on the cover of Thriller, I couldn't help but give you a kiss.

Your music always makes me feel good. I can't help but dance and sing along when I hear PYT, Wanna Be Starting Something, Billy Jean, Thriller, Off the Wall...

Then you released Bad, and that pretty much sums you up...BAD...The baddest, none greater...often imitated, NEVER duplicated. Your or the originator. I could not help but watch in awe as you glided across the dance floor, it was as if you invented dance. You brought entertainment to a higher level, and I thank you for that!

To me, you are the best to ever hit the stage. You have inspired generations...my parents rocked to you before me, and now my nieces enjoy your music with me.

Your fans, those who truly appreciate the gift you gave to the world will not let your legacy fade...

Micheal, I am saddened as I write this. Since I can remember, you have been a part of my life. I watched the news this evening, and a man stated that you wrote the soundtrack to his life. You provided the music that defined moments for many of us. You will be truly miss.


Rest in Peace,

Keli

Happy Birthday to Me!

And I don't blame them...I am the ish and the urine! Why am I quoting 'Ye?! And do I really want to be all that?!

Well anyway, the point of today is...well me of course! In case you didn't know, let me hip you to game. Today is the most important holiday of the year...well, maybe after celebrating the birth and resurrection of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ...today is the 3rd most important holiday of the year, lol...

Today is my birthday! My 34th birthday, but I don't look a day over 27...got the confirmation yesterday when my coworker thought I was turning 25...I was like, no, my birthday is on the 25th.

You're all invited to my party...Don't come unless you come bearing gifts...

*leaves singing*

Happy birthday to me, cha cha cha...

5 days...

I just got in from the "White Party" I attend every year around this time.

No drama this year...

And the DJ was good.

He started off the party with Louisiana bounce music...if I had a relaxer I would have sweat it out.

I got my slow whine on during the dance hall set...and I heard some UGK...what yall know about that? He didn't play my theme song though...

"Bend over let me see it" ...now that I think about it, he didn't play "Murder She Wrote" either...but he was still good nonetheless.

I looked good as always! I danced, I sang along with the songs, I laughed...

it was a good time.

The feet feel like they are about to bleed...heels are evil, but they look so good!

Now I'm ready for my birthday!

Who's throwing me a surprise party?

I'm off to take a shower and get into my bed clothes.

Be positive. Be blessed.

10 days...

Until my birthday!

I always celebrate getting older...it's a blessing.

With each year I get better, prayerfully wiser.

My life is not exactly where I would have planned for it to be 10 years ago, because it's all good...never to late to get things in order...

But...

You have to take action. It's great to have goals...but then what?

Over the years I have learned...

Life is too short to hold grudges.
Life is too short not to forgive.
Life is too short to not let someone know you love them.
Life is too short to be selfish.
Life is too short to make excuses.

Don't put your dreams on hold any longer...

Live your life! Or Life will live for you.

Be blessed.

I got a a big ego...

I talk like this cuz' I can back it up...

So I was browsing the archives and came across my post from June 12, 2008, Swagger is Everything!...

well, not much has changed...

I still want a confident man, one that knows what he needs and man enough to let me know what he wants.

One that walks with his head held high, with that swag in his step, letting me know he know he got it!

And yeah...

I still am the ish!

20 days...

That's how many days are left before my birthday.

I don't have any plans...hopefully that will change.

I always like to celebrate my birthday, be it big or small...it only comes around once a year, and it's MY day. I will have to say that June 25th is my favorite holiday of the year.

So my birthday is June 25th, that makes me a cancer, and I think I am your textbook temperamental crab.

I am very loving, nurturing, and giving too!

The Cancerian trait that I hate most is sensitivity, and I must admit, that I can be sensitive at times, and I hate this...mostly because I perceive it to be weakness. It's like I have let someone know they've gotten the best of me...

ugh! I'm stubborn...

Yet, I'm loyal, sometimes to a fault. Once I ride for you, I always have your back. Unless you do me dirty, on more than one occasion. I believe in second chances, sometimes third...

I look at it like this...

where would I be if God would have given up on me every time I mess up. If he were to take his grace and mercy away from me, I would all to' up from the flo' up.

But...

In order for me to allow you another chance, you must sincerely admit you messed up, and make an effort to do better.

And yes, there is someone I'm thinking about giving another chance...I might be jumping the gun here...

we shall see.