Barack Obama hopes for change…

I pray for change…

Now that he has secured the nom, I would like him to drop the yes we can..."can" is not an action word...now "will" that's an action word.

It's time to move forward...I would also like him to sharpen up on his policies...be able to communicate them in a debate against McCain without a ummm, uhhh, or a stutter...

There is still a lot of work to be done, I hope that his supporters do not become complacent because he has won the nom...

I had a busy weekend…I was in downtown Austin for the State Democratic Convention at 6am on Friday June 5^th…I did not leave until 2am Sat June 6^th…and we had yet to complete all orders of business on the agenda for the day. I was back at 11am on Sat, and I left at 5pm…all of the voting was completed so I went ahead and called it a day.

There were a number of "us" at the TX state convention on Friday...not too many of us returned on Saturday.

There were also local blacks running on a platform of "change" but they did not say anything, they do not have any experience of public service...
They were all fluff no substance...this is what scares me...it only takes one to fuk it up...we don't need these undeserving folks to feel that because Barack Obama has secured the nom, that we are entitled to positions because we are persons of color...

I was turned off by “us”, you know…black people would look me in the face, I would smile and give the obligatory head nod, and they would not speak back…why you ask? Well, they would look at the African Americans for Hillary button on my shirt (yes Hillary still has her delegates, no need to give them up, he has the nom…and if you know your facts you will know she is not the first and will not be the last to hold on to her delegates…especially in tight race…but moving on) or maybe it was the green sticker on my credentials badge noting I was a Hillary delegate…either way, our people were ugly towards me…I had them coming up to me asking me how and why I could vote for her, when I would try to respond, I would hear, you know you can’t talk to them Hillary people…not to mention, for some reason we as a whole, seemed to not be able to do things decently and in order. We sat in seats reserved for other individuals…OH! I was hot…I had a woman tell me and a 65 yr old man to sit in the back…I was like, I don’t think so, these seats are reserved for our senate district. They had the nerve to put styrofoam to go boxes, purses, and junk on the row to hold it for their peeps. I approached a gentleman that seemed to look as though he had sense, and asked, “Why did you think it was ok for you to sit here”…He tried to give a reason, but …I said, “This is really bothering me, we always seem to mess things up for everyone, why can we never do things decent and in order”. He then responded with, “You are right, got up, and gave two seats to these young ladies who were sitting on the floor.”

Also, the black caucus meeting was the only one with a cover fee…will not really. We were in line and the lady yelled out “If you have your pay pal receipt get in line here”. So, I asked how much was the ticket, she said $35…so we bounced and went to the women’s caucus meeting. I later was informed that the $35 fee was for a breakfast fundraiser, which was for the first hour and a half, and the actual meeting was to convene after that…but for some reason, that was never clearly communicated. I was also told by members of my senate district that the meeting was a mess…

WE NEED TO GET IT TOGETHER!

A 55 year old black man approached me and asked, “Why Hillary”. I respectfully replied, “I could ask you why Obama, but instead I will tell you why Hillary. “ I started talking policy, and I could see he was impressed…he then asked me when did I jump on the Hillary bandwagon. I laughed and informed him, that I am not on a bandwagon…as emotional and passionate as I may be, I actually am pretty calculated and analytical when it comes to politics…I told him, that I wanted to grow up to be the first female president of the United States, but when Bill won the white house in 1992, I then resolved to become the first black female president of the United States…right then and there I knew that I wanted Hillary to hold that position…sooner than later. So, we chatted and became friends. I begin to campaign for him to receive a spot as a national delegate…he has been an active democrat going back to 1984, he missed out on the chance to go to the national convention then, at age 55 he felt it was time…and I agreed. He knows some people of influence locally (mostly fellow Hillary delegates), and he introduced me to them, describing me as sharp, and what our party needs going forward. He said that if I ever wanted to run for local office, these were the people I needed to know. They invited me out to the Progressive Democrats meeting, and he will forward me more information regarding when and where they meet…It’s all about networking, but most importantly…we were able to respect each other’s differences because at the end of the day, we are all on the same team…team blue! He did ask me if my mother was upset that I voted for Hillary…my response, “ Why would my mother be upset at me for making my own decisions?”. I talked to my mother last night, and asked “Were you upset that I did not vote for Obama in the primary?”. She said what I already knew, “No, why would I be upset at you for following your mind and making your own choice”. I love my mother…she is the reason I am me.

Hillary sent Chelsea Clinton to represent her…let’s just say, there is power in the Clinton name...given that our State Senate District was the host site, we had the best seats in the house…we had so many folks (Hillary and Obama supporters alike) bum rushing us to get a closer look, to be able to snap a pic…and once she started to speak, they still would not sit down…the entire hall was in an uproar once she approached the podium…Shelia Jackson Lee was at her side ( that’s my girl, I was hoping she would speak as well)…she gave a gracious, energetic, yet quick speech…and that was the highlight of the night.

Obama sent the gov. of VA to speak on his behalf…can we say “yawn”. He was not engaging, the 83 year old first time delegate (who was an Obama delegate) turned to me and asked, “Who is this man again?”. I could not help but laugh. And you know, back to Doris…she was full of tenacity, 83 years old, had never been this involved in the process, and felt that there was no time like the present…this illustrates that there are no need for excuses, never too late to get involved.

Oh, and btw, on day two I wore both an Obama and a Hillary button…it’s time to unify! I don't know about you, but I don't think I can make it through 4 more years of a GOP administration.

I also wore a button that read, “I think, therefore I vote Democrat!” I wanted to buy a button that read “Love a democrat, because who has ever heard of a nice piece of elephant” but I thought that might be a bit crass…there was another one that read, “I only sleep with democrats”, but I decided to pass on that as well, lol.

I met some interesting people, made some new true blue friends, and I feel as though this is only the beginning for me.

Oh yeah…my mother dropped a bomb on me…she told me that Dr. Ron Paul was her obgyn while she was carrying me…he was supposed to deliver me, but he went out of town and I was delivered by his back up instead…maybe that was a blessing in disguise…lol Don’t get me wrong, I actually agree with some of his stances on the issues…but I think he is a whack job, lol.

2009, The End of an Error!

I have a very important announcement…

My birthday is in 23 days! Yay! No, I will not be counting down everyday…but you can’t say that you have not been given notice.

So…this guy sends me an email in response to a job posting and for some reason he thought it would be a good idea to introduce himself to me as an alcoholic. This guy is a member of Mensa…I guess what my dad use to say is right…the smarter you are the dumber you are…meaning, those with a high IQ tend to lack common knowledge…I guess the brain can only hold so much crap.

So, I put in a few phone calls to this guy, and he has not returned my call. I am so annoyed, but the thing is, I don’t even want him like that…I am trying to talk bizness, I am trying to make moves, and he's sitting there too stuck on himself to realize it. No time for the ho-ish.

I cannot live without paper towels…I use them for everything…I wash dishes with them, I use them to eat off of, I clean the bathroom and kitchen with them…and we are out of paper towels in the office…I use them to wipe down my desk, clean out my dishes when I am done, wipe down that nasty azz counter because I apparently work with toddlers…there are cheerios chilling in one of the break room chairs…I mean seriously…needless to say…I am at my wits end…I need some paper towels pronto!

I can’t believe I actually said if given the option between Nelly and AI…Nelly could get it first…see, *I’ve been feeling since 1993 when he was a Hoya, before the braids, before the tatts…I love me some AI…but have you seen Nelly lately?! Dayum! Just one time…but he seems to leave a trail of babies behind him…so on second thought…

I have this image in my head that I just can’t shake…don’t wanna shake…will not shake…man, I love football!

Ok…enough of that…

And in case you missed it the first time…

My birthday is in 23 days!

This is how we show love...

So…I am getting ready to wrap up my day around 5pm CST on Wednesday when the office phone rings…

“This is Keli.”

“Yes, they just delivered my Dell flat screen TV and it is not working.”

“Sorry, but I cannot help you with that, this is not Dell.”

“Well, they just delivered the TV and it is not working.”

“What would you like me to do about that?”

“I called you because the TV is not working and I need you to send a technician.”

“This is not Dell, but I could give you the number to Dell if you would like?”

“No, I don’t want the number…I want my TV fixed!”

“Well, I can’t help you with that! But, I can give you the number to the people that can…its xxx-xxxx”.

“Ok, xxx-xxxx”

*click*

*dial tone*

Yes, I played along with this foolishness…why you may ask? Because it was my 10 year old niece, and she has it honest…Crazy starts early in our family…plus, I mean, she’s learned from the best. *grins*

And yes, I really did give her main number to Dell, lol. I just hope she blocks the number if and when she calls into Dell.

She did later call back to say that she did not mean to hang up in my face, and that she loves me a lot. :) So she ain't too crazy!

Backazzwardness

My family is azz backwards…

That’s one reason why I never call and ask them for help with anything…it becomes a damn event…really?! It is not that damn difficult.

Yes, I am using the three and four letters words, but that’s just how damn mad I am right about now.

Then they have the nerve to ask bullshit questions, and then get offended when I lose patience. I already gave you the answer, rephrasing the question will not change things…NEXT!

They wonder why I don’t visit?! Well, because…I know from whence I came…and I ain’t in no hurry to get back…most of the folks questioning why I never come home don’t call me, don’t ask about me other than wanting to know why I have not been home. If you are really concerned pick up a phone and call…and when I do visit, I only go see the ones that take the time to call and see how I am doing…WHATEVER!

Do I sound selfish…well, maybe I am. We don’t choose our family, but I can choose not to have to deal with the backazzwardness!

But...

Even with the backazzwardness family came through for me...I guess that's all that matters at the end of the day, that we have each other's back...

I still only claim certain folks, and I guess those are the ones I can truly say I both like and love...well for the most part.

Only In My Dreams

Me & Lil Wayne?

Well at least in my dreams…

We were a couple. I was going to visit my mother, and he was already there when I arrived…flowers in hand. I assumed they were for me, and he informed me they were actually for my mother. So he presents momma with the flowers and she is gushing…and I am in awe thinking…wow, she actually likes him. I have on heels and I am like towering over him...

I sleep in a diagonal, and in the dream, we went to bed actually cris-crossing each other. I wake up the next morning, to find him gone, but he left me an envelope full of money…with a note telling me to have a good time with my mother and the family...

So moving ahead…I spend the rest of the dream trying to get to his performance at the county fair before it’s over.

The thing is…I appeared to be extremely happy in my dream…not sure if I have been that happy in reality (well not with a man that is).

If dreams are our subconscious speaking to us…Can someone break down what is going on in my head? Please and thank you!

Road Block

As in the road to Denver for the 2008 National Democratic Convention...

I have decided not to put in my bid for candidacy to be considered as a delegate for the national Democratic convention…

Before I hear the boos and hisses…this is a mini political campaign in itself…you have to declare your bid, then you have to campaign for votes…as fun as it sounds…I work full time, and I don’t have the time, money, or energy to do what’s needed right now…

I don’t have the time to attend fund raisers, nor do I have the time to host. I don’t have money to give to the democrats, and right now my time is sparse, well at least my time during the week…I am already using vacation days to attend the State Democratic convention.

So for those who wants to know what it takes to become a delegate…let along a super delegate…it’s takes a lot of time, money, and effort…the more money you give over time, and the more volunteer hours you give over time, helps you to gain that status within the party…

And right now I am exhausted.

But...

I still might try to get on as a volunteer, we shall see.

Maybe a future in politics is not in the cards for me after all…I tire of bullshit real fast.

A Rose for My Mother

Here is a single red rose for the rose of my life…my mother…

My mother has taught me what it means to give, without any expectations. If she has it, and you are in need, it’s yours. I use to think it was odd when I saw her go into her purse to give a stranger a dollar…but now I do the same. I found it odd when she brought home a homeless woman for Sunday dinner, but there was a homeless gentleman that I used to by breakfast for some morning. She has taught me that blessings are not monetary, and just when you think you have it bad…there is always someone that is doing worse.
My mother has taught me the importance of family and love…and that family does not equate biology…by her example I first learned to love myself, and I know have the ability to love others.
My mother has always exemplified beauty and strength…I look back on my childhood, and I see the sacrifices she made when daddy was not holding up his end…I know that she did everything within her power to keep things in the house as normal as possible for my sister and I.
My mother defines mother…loving, caring, selfless, giving, strong, disciplinarian…not only is she my mother, she truly is my friend. My mother is my pillar, my rock, and I always make sure to end our conversations with I love you.
My mother, a strong, faithful Christian woman… I one day hope to be half the woman she is.


Happy Mother's Day to all the women out there holding it down!

I fell off my game BIG time!

I have not gone for a run since March. I had a bout with the allergies and sinus…barely could breathe, at one point my nasal cavities were swollen shut, so I did not do too much…I had problems breathing while chewing…but yeah, I did find a way to eat, lol. There were times that I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt like I was suffocating…I hate having to breathe through my mouth.

So…I did the elliptical machine last week, but I have not done anything this week. I am going to have to most definitely hit the pavement Saturday morning. Anyone want to come with?

I am popping the little white pill, so hopefully I will not fall prey to allergens again this season.

On another note…

I am the only person I know with man problems but no man…yeah, I have options…but just because you have them, does not mean the time is right to exercise them…if at all.

Kronche Krotch…this blogger ain’t right, lol.

Wait…this makes two new posts in one week. Short and sweet, but a new post nonetheless...Yay for me, lol. *pokes out chest and pats self on the back* Yeah…I am sure that some want to see that...tickets start at $50…ha.

It's Been A Minute

I feel like a teenager…I have a huge zit on my cheek…it’s under the skin, feels like a big knot, is beet red, and hurts like hell! And of course it decides to pop up the day before I have a meeting with a potential client…great.

It’s been 19months…but who’s counting. All I know is…my mind is playing tricks on me, and if I don’t get some soon…well…I will probably not be able to function! I was fine up until a month ago...damn TX Relays!

Hmmm…Miami…just maybe…

I almost had two reasons to root for the Cowboys this season…not sure if TO is enough to make me want them to win…I mean, he’s sexy and all…but it’s the Cowboys.

I am so ready for football season, but I am also happy it’s the offseason.

Houston yay! Katt Williams…yay! It should be a good birthday week…mark your calendars…the day is soon approaching…49 days and counting, lol.

I need to go shopping…better yet…I want someone to take me shopping!

My nieces have a miniature Chinese hamster? Why is the hamster Chinese?

On second thought…maybe I don’t need to go to Houston…too many temptations…I am most definitely likely to slip and fall…onto my back that is.

I am still busy…have a lot going on…but I have not been able to focus. Trying to finish up one book, so I can start working on finishing the next one…trying to get some promotional stuff underway…trying to make moves. I am meant to be a millionaire; this working just to pay the bills is for the birds. It’s time to make moves.

I don’t ever need to touch money again…electronic money …my favorite.

His back…OMG…his legs…OMG…whoo! Houston…I think we have a problem! Lol

As I stated earlier, and I am sure you can tell by this post…it’s been a minute…so forgive me.

Hopefully it’s like riding a bicycle…

K-spot Flashback....

I decided to repost this after eating my supreme croissant from Jack-in-the box. But in my defense, it's 1:20 pm, and that's all I have had to eat today.

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Am I judgemental...This is a question I have found myself asking a lot lately. It seems that recently I have just become tired of the bullshit. Tired of the whining...you're grown, act like it, you're not happy with your life do something about it!

But here recently my judging as crossed a line...it has become discriminatory. I have noticed that I have a bias in regards to overweight people. Now before you go off and have a hissy fit...I am by no means a skinny chick my damn self. I am a thick, chick, size 12/14. I don't have a problem with being large or pleasantly plump...my problem is with being sloppy, slothful, and exhibiting bad manners However, I think that I am more quickly to forgive these offenses from someone of a smaller size. Take for instance, the newest employee on my team. I am not going to even guess her size, but she is a "big girl"...more so, she's just plain nasty. I refer to her, in my thoughts of course, as Filthy McNasty! I know I can put down some grub, but she's always eating...her ass was eating at my desk while I was training her...don't know how many times I asked her to please not do that. And when she plopped all her big azz titties on my desk, I just 'bout had a conniption. But its not that she's eating, damn, I have those days where I eat all day myself...it what she eats that disgusts me...can't eat a regular taco from taco c, but has two make her version of the double decker combing three crunchy chicken tacos with three bean and cheese tacos. I know, I know...I am not one to talk with my Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream addiction, but you know, I also can fit in my chair at work and did not have my boss spending an afternoon searching for one to accommodate me. I also can walk from the front lobby to my desk without being over exerted. I also can pick up my feet and not have to shuffle when I walk. And let's not even talk about the loud belching without saying excuse me. She wears too little clothing, and her shit is always falling out the top or bottom. Someone even complained to HR (not that I should now this) about her manner of dress, said it was offensive. Now the same day they complained about her skirt being too short, my girls were popping out the top of my blouse...apparently no one complained about that. Am I a hypocrite? I mean, I am the same chick that got upset when her ex told her she went from being a Halle Berry to an Angie Stone. I mean, yeah, I am not in my best shape, but I will hit the elliptical machine, or do some crunches. So is it not just me? Does society hold an unfair bias against its overweight members? I mean, I never hear anyone saying, "Damn look at all that gut, he's so fine"! Or "She got belly for days, she sooo could get it".

Would I be more tolerant if she was thin? Am I really this type of person? Can I be this mean and shallow?

Play Time

Roddy! I am going to get you! I never liked this game…I’m too cute to get sweaty running behind folks. Ha!

But since I think you’re all so fly…I will go ahead and comply…

I have been tagged!

The rules are as follows:
* link to the person that tagged you :
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

1) I have never dated a man that did not play football at some point in time…most at least played on the collegiate level.

2) Ice cream is my substitute for sex…and I have been craving a lot of Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla as of late.

3) I cannot get into bed, without taking a shower first. And I am not letting you into bed with me if you don’t take a shower either. If I take a shower and go outside, I will feel the need to take a shower when I get back inside.

4) I don’t like water, so I keep lemon juice and sugar at work…hey, when given water, make lemonade, lol. (We really need a vending machine in our bldg).

5) I don’t have cable; don’t miss it for the most part either.

6) I love me, maybe a little too much, I can’t pass by a mirror without stopping and admiring…when at home, this also includes a booty dance, lol.

Now…I guess I have to go throw on the tennis and try to tag 6 people myself…

Patrice, KI, Eb the Celeb, My.02, Dejanae, and AJ…

YOU’RE IT!

Hola!

I have been very busy…work is great! Could use a raise…but that will always be the case…I’m always praying for increase.

I picked up this cute Ed Hardy tee at Macy’s…I put it right back down when I saw it cost $79…it was not that fly. I can get me an iron on patch and make my own…anyone want to buy one from me. You can get a K-tee for $20, lol. Wait…I just might be on to something here…

I have a why and a what? But I want to know why I am not getting it, and what it will take for me to get it? Confused?

I had a pint of blue bell homemade vanilla ice cream for dinner Sunday night…it was yummy!

Anyone live in LA, work in the financial services industry, and need a job? Holla at yo’ girl!

I am sure it was not a one time opportunity…but why am I still like damn! Still kicking myself in the butt 3 weeks later for not capitalizing off that one.

I cut my hair off last month, then after seeing my mother’s beautiful ringlets, I just want my hair to grow back…so why am I thinking about getting it down even lower?

I need to win the lottery!

You know…family sucks! They always expect you to cater to them, be there for them, help them when they need it… but I don’t see anyone helping me with nada…can I get an occasional, how are you doing? Before you go in on your bullshit? So I guess it also sucks to be self sufficient, or to be perceived as such.

Hate to end on a negative note…so let me just say…

Just like a refund, make me bring that azz back, lol.

Not sure if that was ending on a positive note, but until next time...

Adios Amigos!

I’ve been busy!

I have had a lot going on…not too much time to type.

This past week the University of Texas (Hook’em!) hosted the Texas Relays. Well, if you know me, you know this is the only time of year I plan on going out. I partied Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Lots of stories to tell, but I will have to keep these to myself. Just know that after this weekend, Lollipop by Lil’ Wayne is my ish! Yeah, I said it...what?!

Well, since Dejanae had to front on me because it’s been a minute since my last post…I thought I would flash back to TX Relays 2007…

Kid Capri is a Punk Azz Biatch!

I just got back from a party hosted by a couple of friends. Now, I have been excited about this party because it is a reunion for black University of TX alumni within my age range. It never fails, I always connect with old friends when Eddie and Norm host an event. So, I walked out the door looking oh so fresh and so clean, ready to shake a tail feather.

Well…

Kid Capri was the DJ that was hired for this event. Now, usually Cut Creator is the man, but I guess they wanted to go with a different vibe. All I can say, is when we got there he was playing an old school melody that was not at all live. Then he went into his dirty south medley, and kept getting on the mic saying…”Were in the south, I know you can make some noise”… Yeah, but only one problem kid…this is the ATX not the ATL, so why should we get crunk about Young Joc and Jeezy *sigh*. Well, he kept trying to play that stupid “I know you see it" song, and the music kept cutting off. As I walked by the booth, I waved by hand across my through signaling shut that ish off…he saw me, and got on the mic and asked me not to do that…well at this time, the music was still not playing. I then told him, that we did not want to hear Young Joc, and he tried to clown me but putting his spotlight on me. His actual words were “Oh, so you want the spotlight, I’m going to put the spotlight on you”. So I stuck a pose. He then goes on to say something about not testing him with the mic in his hand…I told him I don’t give a damn about him and his mic in his hand. He then asked me if I wanted the mic, and you know I said, “Hand it over”. Now, I also tried to tell him that I know both Eddie and Norm, and I am sure they would not appreciate him disrespecting me in this manner. See while he called himself clowning me his little cronies were laughing, and of course, the more they laughed the more he kept on. He told me to come around to the side of the DJ booth and he would give me the mic, and I better make it good. Once I walked to the side of the booth, his peeps tried to block me like I was trying to get at him. BOO-HISS! I told them that his punk ass invited me to walk around to the side of the booth. He then walks up to me, leans over and says, “I’m the one DJ’ing the party….blah, blah, blah”. See the problem with this is, although you’re the DJ the crowd dictates whether the party is rocking or not…and at this point, you were failing at your job Kid. As he talked he spat in my face…not purposely, but he’s a sprayer, YUCK! So, once he said what he had to say he walks off, but note…he never hands me the mic…because I was about to set it off in that piece (lol, actually I was only going to give a shout out to Eddie, Norm, and the rest of my UT family). The security guard actually comes over to escort me out, and I let him know that I was going to talk to Eddie. Once I threw out Eddie’s name, the guard changed the way he handled me. Yeah I name dropped…so what! I talked to Eddie and let him know that I have NEVER been so disrespected (well at least not by a grown man). He was actually trying to clown me in front of a packed house, to try to make himself look like what? A man? Wow…he’s all of 55 acting 15. So not impressed. Yeah I know I jumped fly first, but damn, if he was all that, he would not have cared what poor little ole me had to say in the first place. Even my boy from the BX said the music was not good. Kid Capri is a Buster! And I will NEVER attend an event with his name associated with it again. Bring Back Cut Creator!

On another note...

I did meet Maurice Green, so it was not all bad.

******And the folks I met/kicked it with this year, so trump Maurice Green!

Please Forgive Me

I am not going to be participating in the 10k after all....I know, I know...I spent all that time hyping it up and blogging about it, only to back out at the last minute.

But I have a good excuse, or at least in my mind it's a good excuse.

I am a delegate (team Hillary) for the TX county convention that will be convening this Saturday, March 29^th.

I had not yet registered for the race, it’s only $30 bucks, and I had the option to register in person tomorrow morning…well, once I received my convention itinerary…running was the last thing on my mind. I am to report for sign in at 6:30am and we are scheduled to be in session until 6pm. I have a long day ahead of me.

Not to mention…I went to Orlando on business last week, and I am still recovering from that trip…long story short…I ended up sharing a hotel room with a co-worker who got pissy sloppy stanky drunk…ordered stanky azz onion pizza from room service at 2:30am…and kept me up all night. Mind you we both had to be up at 6:30 am to work…but in her words “This is what conferences are all about, we party”. I am a recruiter and we were working at the National Society of Black Engineers conference. The worst part of the trip…other than getting no sleep, getting sick on Friday and being in bed by 9pm…the worst part of the trip is that my Caucasian coworker actually referred to us of African descent as colored…the first time she did it I thought it was a bad off color joke, I did not respond…I let it slide that once…the second and third time it slipped off her lips I was amazed that someone our age could be that ignorant…I mean really. But then I don’t know who I was more upset with at that point…her or the dude that referred to himself as “the yellow one” that was trying to fuk a white chick that referred to him as colored.

Back to the race…well, as excited I was at the thought, and as much as I probably need to…I have decided to sleep in on Sunday. So please forgive me…I hope you’re not too disappointed.

The Best of Both Worlds

A hoodie and a pair of Timbs head my way

He takes his hands and pulls his dreadlocks out his face

He caught me eyeing him and looked at me, like I got this

Me being me, quickly had to smack my teeth, roll my eyes, and look at him sideways and crooked

Why you gots to be So Ghetto.

You don’t know me

But yeah I do.

Said he could tell by my walk that I was a southern girl

Said when I talked, he knew I had that southern stuff he liked

I’m TX born, TX raised

Damn mami, you said that like you’re Bun B

Well, you won’t find a chick that’s triller than me

Through a crooked smile he says, Brooklyn’s Finest…that be me…

TX girls are cool but you talk big shit

Is that Right? Let me upgrade U, cuz I see You’re Feelin It

Oh It’s Like That…girl, I spent 8 years in the dirty, hell…

My most down azz chick was a TX girl as well.

I looked at him, smiled and said

You already know that BK and TX work well together,

We can change the game, Be like Bonnie and Clyde 2008.

That’s how you like it huh?

What more can I say? This is BK and you can have it your way…

Cuz ain’t no nigga gon’ get you bodied like me.

Baby Boy stop the talking and work it out.

No need to fight this temptation the Kitty Katt is purring…

TX and BK…The Best of Both Worlds…

Screwed and chopped

Twisted and Throwed

Damn BK had be tippin on 4-4’s.

Copyright © 2008 by kelic
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20:20:42:46

What's up with the title?

Well, last time I checked, that's how much time I had to prepare for the 31st Annual Statesman Capitol 10k...I have 20 days, 20 hours, and I am sure the minutes and seconds have dwindled down since...

This really should not be an issue right? Wrong?!

I am so out of shape it is not even funny. I have exercising a bit more regularly this year, but nothing too intense. 30mins on the elliptical here...20mins jogging on the treadmill there...well...

I have to be in good enough shape to run 6.2 miles by March 30th...and let me tell you...and I am no where near that point.

With the race in less than 20 days, the most I have ran is 2.6 miles. I have been running courses that are representative of Austin...meaning a number of hills to climb...and these hills are kicking my azz. If they are steep, I have to walk up them, but the downhill runs are pretty cool...almost like coasting. My last road run was not easy at all...I might need to get some new running shoes, because by time I got back to my apartment complex, everything below my knees went numb...I could not feel a thing...I had to jump on the stationary bicycle for 15mins to get the blood flowing again. That run was only 1.4 miles, but I ran the steep hill on the way back this time...probably not the smartest.

My biggest problem is not getting tired and running out of breath...but it's the aches and pains. If I run on a treadmill the impact hurts my ankles and shins...and the same for the road. Running uphill makes my calves cramp...it's just a mess!

I need to learn how to pace myself...I am not a runner, never have been...but I thought, no time like the present to start. It's hard for me to work out just because I should...I need a real and tangible goal, and training for a 10k is it. I am going to try to do at least 3 or 4 races a year.


The good thing is, I realize that I don't have to run the full 6.2 miles...but I am going to push myself to run as much as I can.

Well...I am off to train...today I am doing 45mins on the treadmill.

Road To Denver

The delegation is on the county level…last night’s caucus was pretty much a precinct convention. From there you select delegates to represent your precinct at county, then state, then the national democratic convention. It was tiring, educational, and exciting all at once.

The process seemed to be grueling for those individuals who did not choose to educate themselves on the process before the evening. Many thought it was a show up sign in and leave situation…that is not the case here in TX. You show up to your precincts designated caucus headquarters. Caucus cannot officially start until the last ballot is cast in your precinct…and some Houston voters were still signing in this morning.

The primary poll judge gave us the agenda for the night. The first order of the night was to elect a precinct chair. We chose to elect the precinct judge because she understood the process, and we were trying to get things started. So we also had to elect a secretary and supervisors to facilitate and oversee the sign-in…now this was the hard part of the night, hundreds of people wanting to sign in to show support for their candidate…but in the state of TX to participate in the caucus you must be a registered voter that voted in the primary. So everyone had to be checked against the book before they could sign a sheet, noting name, voter number, address, and which candidate they supported. That was the longest part of the evening. During the sign-in we also began to split into the individual caucuses, there were not any undeclared voters, so everyone was either for Hillary of Obama…we now had two separate caucus groups. Out of the hundreds of people who signed in, only 52 stayed to actually participate in the caucus. So at this point, we are chit chatting and awaiting the voting tally for our precincts caucus. Out of the 34 delegates, Obama received 21 and Hillary received 13. So now we had to determine who would be the delegates supporting our precinct at the county convention. Things ran smoothly at this point, the older more experienced caucus members were very supportive of us newbies that wanted to participate. So we just did a show of hands, noting who wanted to be a delegate.

I met a couple of individuals that have several years experience as delegates and caucus chairs. They are going to really be a resource during this process. My mother has also been a delegate previously, and is currently an Obama delegate. Well, I think we all know I am a Hillary delegate. :D But we have nothing but the upmost support for each other. That’s the beauty of it…I caucused with a sr. couple whose daughter was on the other side of the room with Obama.

We also had 50 resolutions on the books that were supposed to be review before end of the night. At this point it was already 9:45 pm, there was a motion on the floor to move the resolutions up to county and we can deal with them at the county convention on March 29^th.

I had fun, and this is my first of what I hope to be many…I am trying to become a super delegate. :D

But for now my goal is to make it to Denver in 2008!

Introducing Boutique Patrice

About Boutique Patrice…

I must start by saying, I am a crafty crazy chic who loves trying new projects. I grew up watching both my maternal and paternal grandmothers sew, paint, make dolls and apparently I inherited their love and passion for creating things. I sew, knit, crotchet, and do a little bit of painting. But I did not start making scented candles and soap until 2003.



When I first got started making candles and soap, I gave them away to family and friends as gifts. It was then I realized how powerful word-of-mouth is! I began taking orders and when filling orders started keeping me up until 3am, I cried out for Help! And my husband, Ian came running. Since then he has become an integral part of Boutique Patrice. I value his input. Where I am creative, he is technical and its proven to be a great partnership.



We took a short hiatus in 2005, following Hurricane Katrina and relocated to Saint Louis, Mo. In 2007, after we'd settled down, we decided to re-open Boutique Patrice. While doing research, I decided to add two (2) new products, Bath Salts and Sugar Scrubs.




Every product is made by us, using only the finest of all natural ingredients. We have tested and re-tested and tested again all of our products to make sure that they are safe for all skin types and for the environment. Our goal is to provide quality spa products at an affordable price.

~ Patrice & Ian

If you are reading this and wondering what to get me, I will take the Vanilla Hazelnut candles. Thanks! :)

Hillary in 2008!

Nope it's not too late...we have March 4th.

I will be voting early in the TX primaries and I will be casting my vote for Senator Hillary Clinton.

It's funny...those that I know that think both emotionally and cognitively are on team Hillary, but it seems that most black intellects in the blog world feel otherwise.

True, Clinton and Obama's voting records are similar, but when it comes down to it...they have different views on how to implement change. During the debate that was held at my alma mater, The University of Texas, Hook'em...Obama stated that his campaign has seen momentum because the voters realize that it's not really about policy...hmm...then what is it about?

Can he implement change...sure, but I don't think he has what it takes to implement policies that will make a great impact on this nation at home and abroad.

He is running on the slogan, "Yes We Can"...

But this is what I have to say...

"Yes She Will!"

Click here to read a fellow blogger's account of her experience at the Clinton Rally. Nice to see another woman of color on team Clinton. For some reason, I feel that my blackness has been questioned because of my political choices. I actually had one blogger tell me he was disappointed and loathed my decision. I just had to let him know that the feeling was mutual.

Why is it that we always expect other black people to jump on the bandwagon just because he/she is black?

Black is not always right.

Ok, now that I am off that tangent...

It's not too late for Hillary to take it in 2008!

This Time Last Year

I went into the archives for this one...

Get to know me...

It’s been a minute since I’ve done a personal blog entry, and I don’t think I have ever truly given to much insight as to who I am…my likes and dislikes. I guess I have been so busy to really sit down and come up with anything. Today would still be one of those things, but I thought I would just give you a little insight into me…

Some of my interest include but are not limited to Reading, writing (primarily music lyrics and fictional stories), singing, dancing, baking, and shoe shopping. I love to create and I always seem to need to be productive. I absolutely love football, and I guess you could call me a girlie tomboy to some degree. And for those of you who have yet to hold a conversation with me…I love to talk, but I am also a good listener! Although a night on the town is fun every once in a while, I do not feel the need to run the streets…I would say I am a homebody. I seem to have the most fun just chillin’ with my close friends and family.

I am into fashion, but I am not that into labels. I like to look good, but I don’t feel a need to break the bank doing so. Although I do not consider myself a label whore, I do keep up with certain designers, and I am really considering getting a pair of Citizen of Humanity jeans…well that’s if I can squeeze my behind into them. Although I would say I am a trendy individual, I tend to buy classic pieces that I can take from day to night, and give it my own personal flair by accessorizing. I rarely go into Saks or Neimans (however, I love their outlets stores), but I am not a Target/Payless kind of chick either.

I guess you could say I’m a picky eater. I don’t like sliced bread( it’s the texture I don’t like, and the taste of white bread), but I will make toast…but only using Mrs. Baird’s Split Top Wheat. I do not like condiments…no ketchup, mustard, mayo, tarter sauce, jelly, or gravy for me. I will eat honey with a biscuit every now and then, and I now will eat ranch dressing. I am a bbq sauce with my fries type of chick. As a child I also would not eat butter, syrup, or any type of salad dressing. I am not a big fan of chocolate, but I will eat a brownie, and I love me some chocolate milk. My favorite flavor of ice cream is Vanilla…preferably Blue Bell’s Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream. If you want to win me over fry me some shrimp…I absolutely love shrimp, and I think I have eaten them every possible way. except for coconut shrimp…don’t like coconut. Probably the strangest thing about my pickiness, is the fact that I absolutely hate drinking water. Water is so gross to me…it either taste soapy, bitter, or rusty. YUCK! I can however tolerate the taste of Fiji Water, and I drink Vitamin Water’s Revive (which is truly watered down fruit punch). I am also very particular about the look and smell of my food. I will not eat anything from anywhere. I abhor potlucks!



Favorite NFL team: Tennessee Titans
Favorite Movies: Forrest Gump, The Color Purple, Coming to America, Friday (the original only), The Five Heartbeats, Grease, The Wiz, and now Dreamgirls.
Favorite musical artists: Prince, Chaka Kahn, Rick James, Brian McKnight, Luther Vandross, Patti LaBelle, and New Edition...And you know what….I even like Beyonce, might go see her perform at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo…oh the horror! LOL

Well, not that I have given you a few tid bits about me…thanks for stopping by and have a good day! *smiles*

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Things are pretty much the same, but now Vitamin Water XXX has replaced revive...that and Gatorade G2 Red...yes red is a flavor lol.

I also must now admit that I have a crush on Trey Songz and I like dancing to snap music...yes I said it...what?!

I think that Levi 515's are now my favorite jeans...and my favorite outfit is a pair of jeans, tee, and pair of pumps or cowboy boots...yes, I wear cowboy boots...what?! Yeah, thought so. *sticks out tongue*

Fear Factor

I am terrified of heights, which translates to being afraid of many things…I have never ridden a roller coaster, nor have I ever boarded an airplane. Well…when I took my job I knew there was some travel involved…I have been with the company 6 months and the traveling has come sooner than later. I am going to Orlando next month. I would have to say, when I first heard the news, I was excited. I have promised that I would face my fear and get on a plane this year…now I don’t have an excuse not to. The flight from Austin to Orlando will be take approx 3.5 hours, which is longer than I wanted to be in the air for my first run. I was thinking a 45min flight to Houston or Dallas…but oh well. I will not let fear be a determining factor in regards to my success...or lack thereof. I enjoy what I do, and I am not going to let being nervous about flying hold me back. I am truly excited about opportunity as a whole. No time like the present to conquer those fears. No more regrets. Good things are happening in 2008, and I foresee the year will only get better!

Phenomenal Woman-Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Thought For The Day

Sometimes those who choose to walk in your shadow are actually keeping you from shining. The forecast shifts from sunny to cloudy then all of a sudden the shadow disappears, it's hard to tell where you end and they begin…which is exactly what they want.

-KeliC

Should I trust my gut?

Do I trust my heart or do I trust my head?

Both of them are pretty cloudy right now, and I don’t know what’s real, what’s the truth, what’s an embellishment, and what’s an outright lie.

Should I trust my gut? Well right now my gut is twisted in knots; I want to go with what she is telling me, but what if I am hearing her wrong? I think my heart is confusing things. I always want to give people the benefit of the doubt…but when I start to doubt you, it takes a lot to overcome that. Meaning, I will distance myself from you. Our interaction will be on an as needed basis… few and far between.

Truly, it takes me years to get to the level that I trust someone enough to regard them as family. My best friend, I’ve known her for years, we have been friends for 15 years, but I would say that it’s been the past 9 years that I really started to look at her not as my friend, but as my sister.

Meeting new people can be great, making new friends could be even better…but you only get what people are willing to give. And sometimes what you get is not the truth, it’s a facade, it’s make believe…then as the truth begins to reveal itself, you truly start to question the person in front of you…are they who they claim to be? Can I trust them to be my friend? Should I keep them as an associate? Am I reading too much into things? Am I not reading enough into the situation?

All I know is if the thought of not having you in my life makes me sad…then I need…no, I want you in my life…Otherwise…well…peace.

I have been uncharacteristically passive…but that is about to stop. The gloves are now off, no holds barred. If I’m looking at you sideways and crooked…trust me, you will know it.

Some people truly live in a fantasy world. You don’t have to lie to make yourself look better in my sight. If people cannot accept you for who you are, they are not worth it. And if you can’t come to me as you are, then you are not worth my time. I am starting to believe that some people have a hard time recognizing the different between fantasy and reality. I have one of the wildest imaginations, but when the cloud pops, I can shift back into reality. Sometimes my fantasies make my reality seem dull...but I know the different all the same. I think that we sometimes blur the lines between the two, because we don't want to deal with our own reality.

At least be able to admit when you are at fault…If you are always in the right, or always lay the blame on others…well…it makes it hard to trust you. I can at least respect you if you can admit that you made a mistake.

I think my problem might be that I am always expecting folks to do me dirty, and then when they do, I am like ah-ha! I know, I know, I know…so not fair.

I just want to end this by saying, “Two tears in a bucket!”

I think it's clear now.

Honoring Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

January 15, 1929 - April 4, 1968

I am at work today...I found it a fitting way to honor the man that sacrificed his life so that I could be afforded better opportunities.

How are you honoring Dr. King? How should we honor Dr. King? Well, I think that our every day actions should be a testament to his work...we should appreciate what we have...the education we have received, the jobs that we work...the "little" things...because once you stop and reflect from where we have come as a people...the little things don't seem so little after all.

Let me be the first to tell you…

Things are not always what they seem

What is done in the dark, will soon come to light

It’s time for you to be held accountable

Accountable for your actions, for the part that you play in your troubles

You always want to look to the outside…

Why don’t you try to look within?

Look on the inside to the root of the problem.

Look to yourself to begin to find a solution

See…I only know what I see

And there is apparently more to this than meets the eye

What I see is someone trying to cover up

But just what are you hiding is what I ask?

No, I am not saying that you are the only one not without fault…

Yet, you seem to think that you are the only one that has done no wrong.

Well…

Let me be the first to tell you…

Your roses smell pretty shitty.

Copyright © 2007 by kelic
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Hate - Anger - Love

You ask?
What would make me want to kill a man?
I will tell you…
Looking at a man’s eyes red with anger and rage, so full of hate that I fear for my life…
That would make me want to end his.
Knowing that a man is so selfish that he would sacrifice his family’s safety…so selfish that he only acts for self, regardless of the consequences.
Witnessing a man steal from his children…not caring if they go without…
Watching a man strike my mother
Watching a man strike his daughter
Watching a man strike his wife
Feeling a man strike me
What would make me want to kill a man?
I will do anything to protect mine…even sacrifice myself
I am strong, come after me…but no, you prey on the weak.
When I look at you I see a nothing…
You are a worthless piece of nothing.
You are not worthy of the air you breathe
What would make me want to kill a man…
HATE, ANGER…
But most importantly, LOVE
The love I have for myself, the love I have for my family
Thank God for love…
Because Love saved your life.
Now I just pray for this cycle to be broken

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Bump a T-Pain

This is what I'm talking 'bout!

Bounce Wit Me

Not too much to say right now…just wanted to tell everyone hello.

Cuz every time I close my eyes I think of you…

This song has been playing in my head (on repeat) today.

Today has been a long day…seems like I have been at work longer than 5 hours, and I stepped out to run a quick errand this morning…5pm could not get here soon enough today.

I’m looking for a real-time architect…know anyone?! Holla at me!

Thank God for friends willing to help you during hard times…also Thank God for those people who try to kick you while you are down, because they only make you stronger…hey, it’s good to have haters…then you know you’re doing something right.

And yes…there is a difference between hating and telling the truth…you hate, I tell the truth.

If you are not happy with your current situation, work to change it…otherwise, I don’t want to hear your complaining.

It’s crazy how your body gets addicted to ish…I have significantly reduced my caffeine intake…switched to decaf tea, drink Hershey Goodnight Kisses cocoa which is 99.9% fat free (still trying to figure this one out), and I have not had a coke in a minute…well that was until I bought one this afternoon…had a horrible headache, seems the caffeine is the only thing that will do the trick.

Can I Get A, by Jay Z is playing in my office right now…and yes I started bouncing when it came on...bounce wit me, wit me, wit me...

I’m looking for an event manager…know anyone?! Again, holla at me.

Forget the gym…I am going ol school with my workout plan. I went running yesterday…boy am I outta shape, I was sucking down some wind big time…but I did a lot better than I originally expected…and I was running up and down a steep hill. Not sure of the distance or the time I ran…I pretty much keep going until I felt like I was moving in slow motion. Happy to say, I am not at all sore today. Now, talk to me after I do my push ups this evening…that will be a completely different story.

I need a pair of jeans.

Should I go to NBA All-Star in New Orleans in Feb?

Speaking of New Orleans, a shrimp po’boy and a side of gumbo sounds yummy!

My pc has the dreaded blue screen…I am going to try to repair the OS…let’s pray this works.

And that’s all I got to say about that.

You

I cannot go back, all I can do is go forward
There are so many things I want to erase, so many words I need to say
Where do I begin?
How do I begin?
I have had a glimpse of life with out you, and it is a reality that I do not want
What exactly does this mean, I do not know
I do know, that you are important to me, and I want you in my life
Sometimes you get use to someone, something
You get in a routine, and you just assume that things will always remain
I guess that was my mistake
Things are different. Things have changed. Things might not ever be the same.
I hope not…
I hope for a future with you
I hope to share my dreams and aspirations with you
I hope that you can look pass my faults and see my needs
See that I need you
Sometimes I get a bit beside myself
I lose control of my senses and let my emotions take control
For that, I apologize…
It is unfair for me to expect you to think or feel the way that I do
Is it wrong of me to ask you to let me in?
Let me in on what you are feeling…
Allow me to share those feelings, be it good or bad
I am up for the challenge
I know the road ahead will not always be easy
What is easy is not always what is best
Some things have changed, but one thing still remains
I feel the same way for you today, as I did yesterday
My first thought when I wake up is still you
My last thought before I go to bed is still you
Sometimes I hold back, and not show exactly how I feel
I have worked so long to protect my feelings
The walls we build around us are so much easier to put up than they are to tear down
Sometimes it is hard for me to show you exactly how I feel
Sometimes I have a hard time articulating my thoughts
It seems the more I say, the more cloudy the sky becomes
I can see the sun rising on the horizon, and I know that great things are to come
I have allowed myself to breathe, and now I have clarity
It is clear what I want…
I want your arms to hold me.
I want your lips to kiss me.
I want your smile to welcome me.
I want your voice to whisper to me.
I want…
You.

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10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2...

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

What exactly does all this mean...and why has it become the New Years anthem?

What are my plans...to do absolutely nothings, nada, zilch, zero! I plan to stay in and relax...will not be surprised if I don't bring in the new year alseep.

2007 was good, but I am expecting 2008 to be great!

Happy New Year Everyone!

Fellas Watch Out!

It's getting hard to tell the difference between an original and a fake...

This Christmas...

When we were little, and we knew we were not going to get what we wanted for Christmas...my sister and I would sing...

And this Christmas, will be
A very scimpy Chrismtas for me

And this Christmas will just be another day...

Yeah...we have so lost sight of the meaning of what tomorrow truly means.

At age 12 I decided that I was against the commercializatin of the holiday, and was against decorating or exchanging gifts....but my then 8yrd old sister was not hearing that.

Somewhere along the way, Christ has been forgotten. For me Christmas is a time to share and celebrate family. This Christmas will be the first that I will spend without my mother...she had to work. So, I just might head her way for New Years...maybe.

I did not buy one Christmas present this year. I just have not been in the mood...I told my nieces to catch me after Christmas...

I am baking a lemon cake and making a banana pudding for tomorrow...yum. I am also bringing the baked mac & cheese...let's pray my sister does not mess up the ham.

But back to the reason for the seaon...Jesus is the reason, and I thank him. As a Christian I celebrate Christ...there is no Xmas here...

But I do think that O Holy Night as sung by Eric Cartman says it all...

Jesus was born, and so I get presents...

It's Jesus' birthday we are celebrating...so why do we deserve to receive anything?



Happy Christmakwanzaakah...

Ah Bah-humbug to that...

Merry Christmas!

You Ain't Hitting in NY

Man, I my thighs are sore and my back is stiff. Why? Because I thought it was a good idea to visit my HS days and dance like Hammer. I was spending time with the nieces...um...babysitting actually...and they brought along some entertainment for the day. Well, after a couple of hours of the HS Musical 2 soundtrack and Hannah Montana, I thought I was going to loose my mind. Before I took the youngsters' cd's and destroyed them with my bare hands as I cried out in pain...I decided to take matters in my own hands and provide the entertainment myself. So, I went to old trusty youtube, and we begin to watch old MJ vid's...I'm talking Rock Witcha and Thriller. Even threw in a little Say, Say, Say because the oldest asked me who was Paul McCartney. Well, this led to my nieces saying that MJ was the best dancer, than Usher. I said "Don't forget to throw Hammer in the Mix", and they responded "MC Hammer?!", with puzzled looks on their faces. I forget, the only Hammer they know of is from the Nation Wide and Potato Chip commercials, lol. So, I had to show them how to Turn This Mutha Out...and I am regretting it 24hrs later. I guess I need to hit the gym, lol.

Rejected

Over and Over in My mind
I hear these lines…
Silly of me, to think that I
Would ever have you for my guy…Yeah…silly of me…
To believe you, when you said, you liked me
I once said that I did not think I measured up to your standards
Your response…
How could you NOT know you are the highest measure?
Yeah, now I know you were feeding me a line
But see…to me…
That was real, it was my reality
Because for me, you set the bar
Funny how quickly things can change
The same man that gave me hugs and kisses, told me he missed me
Know disregards my presence, ignores my questions, treats me with disrespect
The same man who played the role…you know…
“I think I might get hurt because I will end up liking you more…”
Yeah, well…guess who ended up hurt.
I stopped looking once I found you...
Yet you continuously looked past me
I said I would not cry, but it’s easier said than done…
Because although you’ve forgotten me, you’re still with me
You’re in my thoughts, and you haunt my dreams
But as much as I am hurting right now, I have to press on
Time does not stand still, life moves on…regardless of what’s going on.
I think to myself…
Weeping only endures for the night…
For now, I’m rejected
But it was to be expected
See I’m Loving, Giving
And some just can’t handle it…
They are scared to be loved
Don’t know what’s it’s like to be loved
And I have just accepted
That with these types…
I will always be rejected.

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You're A Mean One

I have been snacking on almonds and sipping on PowerAde all day…wonder why my feet are a bit swollen.

All I want for Christmas is…well, there are a lot of things I would like to receive…but as bloated as I feel right now (see above), I will gladly take a couple of pairs of Spanx.

I am ready for the holidays, so I can get a much needed break.

I went to the nieces choir concert earlier this week…it was a hot mess. You know, I actually had a pretty good music education by the time I was her age. I started playing the trumpet at age 8 and at age 9 I was learning proper vocal techniques…Ms. Ruthstrom did not play. But these poor guides, are being poorly taught and misguided. All I could do was *smh*, did not even find it cute or touching. They were singing without opening their mouths…monotone and lifeless. It was pretty painful. Thank you elementary school music teachers…this is something I later have to come along and correct as a vocal coach…speaking of…I need to get back into the groove. Wonder how talentless individuals could be so disillusioned that they actually think they have a chance of being the next American Idol…attend an elementary choir concert…it all starts somewhere.

I have been a bit of a funk…work stuff, boy-girl stuff, money stuff…just stuff! I have so much I want to do, and right now I have limited resources. I have a couple of deals that need to go through at the office…I've done all that I can to get them to close…fingers are crossed and prayers have gone up! Now with the boy-girl stuff, there is nothing that I really can do. I get no response, I get frustrated, he gets annoyed, I snap…I mean…what can a girl do? Sometimes you need a little reassurance…and if not, you have to go with your gut.

I am wearing a pair of clunky Steve Madden (man shoes) that I bought back in 1995…I can't believe I still have them, I am constantly throwing things away… and they are in good shape.

I made red beans & rice, mac & cheese, and cornbread last night...then I did not want to eat it once it was done. I did eat a little bit, and I have plenty of left-overs, anyone want to come over for dinner tonight?

I really need it to be the weekend. I need to get some much needed rest and relaxation. I was awake with my thoughts for most of last night, and to my surprise the monkey has not jumped on my back yet. However, I plan to go to bed early and without interruptions tonight. As an e-d friend of mine put it…worrying will kill you…and I am not ready to die!

My co-worker played my song today (as she calls it)…You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch….

Christmas-Christmas time is here…Bah-Humbug!

Move

I absolutely love me some Jr. Gong!

He is one of my favorite current artist and I find him extremly sexy.

Here is the video for my favorite Damien Marley song, Move. The, Exodus Sample is fire! Nice way to pay homage to his father.

Me Myself & I

I'm not only a fan...I'm the club president.

Yep...I am a grown azz woman who proudly admits she loves her some Bey, and this is one of my fav's.