to use me.
Went to bible study on Tuesday...
Pastor FREE approached me and asked, "Are you a Poet"
"I write."
"How did I know that"
"How did you know that?"
At that moment, I knew it was God speaking...and I could not say no...so whatever he wanted me to do...I had to do it...I have never presented anything that I've written before...but today, I did a spoken word presentation for youth Sunday...it's not the same written but I thought I would share with you all the same...
Hey Young man, can I get at you for a second.
What’s up lil’ sister, let me talk to you for a minute.
Why do you drag your feet and walk with your head hung low?
I too know what it’s like to trust a friend…only to learn instead of having your back…they’re stabbing your back…
Instead of holding you up…they’re dragging you down…
But I have a friend, that always has my back…no matter what…he got that
He is always there, and my life is better just because
He’s true and he’s real…
The King of the Trill
If you don’t know, you better ask somebody
You still don’t look like you feel…me.
You got the fly 'fit, check.
You got the fly kicks, check.
But yet, it seems that your hearts needs to be checked.
Your busted, your broken, wounds wide open…
You feel that no one cares, your heart is troubled…but…
Your burdens he'll bear...
Just let me share...
Check this, I too was there…
Busted and broken, wounds wide open...
I know what it’s like to hurt…
But he was wounded for MY transgressions, and now my wounds are healed…
That's why, I, can walk with my shoulders back and my head held high
Not because I'm fly like that…
I'm cool like that, I got my swag back, because of the SON
And for all that he’s done, for me…how can I not be down.
I'm a ride or die chick, and I choose to ride, because for me he died.
So the least I can do, is give HIM my life.
See…
It's not about me, it's about he
And together we…got it going on
And no one on the corner has swagger like us,
That's why in Christ, is where I put my trust.
Copyright © 2008 by kelic
All rights reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced without the author's written consent.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
kspot Flashback...
Here lately I've been yearning to be a relationship...
I am at a point in my life, where I want someone to share it with. Not saying I want to be married today...but I am tired of the status quo.
Just thought I would revisit this...
That would sit with me and talk about everything while talking about nothing.
That realizes I'm not the typical chick.
That believes me and believes in me.
That can melt me with one touch.
That thinks of me before he acts.
That understands that I am the best person to have in his corner.
That realizes I always act with him in mind.
That calls me before he goes to bed, just to hear the sound of my voice.
That wants me to be his best friend.
That asks me what I'm thinking, or how I'm feeling before drawing his own conclusions.
That would talk to me, and let me know what's on his mind.
That greets me and asks how was my day when I get home from work.
That understands I will not always agree with him...but I am always for him...never against him.
That can accept me, all of me, flaws and all.
That would offer me the world if it were his to give.
That would hug me so tightly that I get lost in his arms.
If only...
Copyright © 2007 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.
I am at a point in my life, where I want someone to share it with. Not saying I want to be married today...but I am tired of the status quo.
Just thought I would revisit this...
If Only I Had A Man...
That would let me know that everything is going to be alright when I am having a rough day.That would sit with me and talk about everything while talking about nothing.
That realizes I'm not the typical chick.
That believes me and believes in me.
That can melt me with one touch.
That thinks of me before he acts.
That understands that I am the best person to have in his corner.
That realizes I always act with him in mind.
That calls me before he goes to bed, just to hear the sound of my voice.
That wants me to be his best friend.
That asks me what I'm thinking, or how I'm feeling before drawing his own conclusions.
That would talk to me, and let me know what's on his mind.
That greets me and asks how was my day when I get home from work.
That understands I will not always agree with him...but I am always for him...never against him.
That can accept me, all of me, flaws and all.
That would offer me the world if it were his to give.
That would hug me so tightly that I get lost in his arms.
If only...
Copyright © 2007 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Here it is...
(vixenchick) said...
what qualities would you like for your potential mate to have?
This could be an entire blog posting in itself…
I want a man that is God fearing and believes in God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.
I want a man that is confident, I once posted that swagger is everything and I truly believe this.
I want a man that is strong willed…no alcoholics, drug users here.
I want a man that is honest! This should have come before confident…I need a man that I can trust, and that I know will always have my back.
I want a man that is ambitious…nothing sexier than a man that makes things happen!
I want a man that is intelligent, ambitious, humorous, and health conscious (meaning…he is exercises, eats fairly well, and he goes and gets regular check-ups).
I want a man that can give me multiple screaming orgasms…and I’m not talking about the bartender. ..
To be with me, he has to be willing to do the little things...can't take yourself too seriously, and find my quirks endearing.
Pajnstl said...
What's the most risqué' thing you've done in the past 45 days?
The past 45 days…I made a video of me pleasuring myself and sent it to a special friend…the file was so large that I could not email it…so I sent it via yousendit.com…
That was pretty out there for me…not to mention that the lights were in full effect in my living room, so if anyone on the 3rd floor facing the courtyard was on their patio…they may have gotten a show.
What goal would you like to accomplish in the next 45 days?
I would like to have a full complete draft of book 1…we’re almost there. JWhat's your fantasy?
You know…I don’t really have any explicit fantasies…well…I don’t know…sex in a football stadium (empty of course) but the possibility that you could be watched…and of course I have a particular football player (or two) in mind. *winks*
eclectik said...
Do you sleep with a doo rag?
I don’t…I have not slept with a doo-rag since I stopped relaxing my hair. But I am thinking about getting a satin pillow case…just because.
What's better? Steak or Pizza?
Hmmm…I’m a TX girl, and as much as I love Pizza, I will take a Steak instead any day!
Whats your bra size?
Right now…38 DD.
What would you rather have? Sex with Vince Young or a Texas National Championship?
Then…National Championship.
Now…Vince Young…
But I would be willing to settle for the 2008 National Championship.
Who would win in a dance off between you and Pajnstl?
Mannnn…shoot, that’s a hard one…but I think I can take her, unless she drops down into a split and starts doing back bends and stuff…I don’t know if I can still do all that, lol.
Torrance Stephens - All-Mi-T said...
When did u first know u were a mac momma?
When I was 14…all the older fellas were following behind me, trying to spit game at me, and I realized I could get them to do “stuff” if they thought they had a chance to get at me.
When u gone get and read one of my books jones?
Mannn…how did my post become about you?! I am re-starting a book club, and I just might make one of your books a selection…which do you recommend?
Good questions. Thanks for indulging me.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
What it is?
I feel it’s time it’s updated my blog…but not sure what I want to say. Have a lot of stuff on my mind, but I am really just too tired to articulate anything…
So…
Is there anything you want to know about me?
(Yes, I am jus that conceited to believe that y’all want to know about me, lol)
Ask away…
So…
Is there anything you want to know about me?
(Yes, I am jus that conceited to believe that y’all want to know about me, lol)
Ask away…
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Message to a Friend
If my homie calls…tell him I have a message for him.
He once dedicated an Ode to me, In appreciate for my friendship...I feel it’s due time I returned the favor. It’s rare that I get around to showing my feelings…no time like the present to let him know that he is not alone…
The things we do for love we grow to regret, but keep ya head up
Although things may not be the way they were, better days are on the horizon
You will no longer have to shed so many tears…
I don’t see you crying, but I hear the sound of tears in your words
I too think about the way things were, the time we’ve loss,
We can never turn back time…never go back “old school”
We can only live for today, in anticipation for better days
You no longer need to say, “It’s me against the world”
I have your back…stop running’ from yourself
Realize you strength and all that you have overcome
Realize that in me you have someone you can call a friend…
until the end of time.
Copyright © 2008 by kelic
All rights reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced without the author's consent.
He once dedicated an Ode to me, In appreciate for my friendship...I feel it’s due time I returned the favor. It’s rare that I get around to showing my feelings…no time like the present to let him know that he is not alone…
The things we do for love we grow to regret, but keep ya head up
Although things may not be the way they were, better days are on the horizon
You will no longer have to shed so many tears…
I don’t see you crying, but I hear the sound of tears in your words
I too think about the way things were, the time we’ve loss,
We can never turn back time…never go back “old school”
We can only live for today, in anticipation for better days
You no longer need to say, “It’s me against the world”
I have your back…stop running’ from yourself
Realize you strength and all that you have overcome
Realize that in me you have someone you can call a friend…
until the end of time.
Copyright © 2008 by kelic
All rights reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced without the author's consent.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Confusion
I have a lot what I want to say…not sure how to say it…not sure if it’s worth saying…
#2 is now #1…but he’s not ready to be #1, and he’s only #1 because #1 has been acting in a manner in which I don’t prefer…so does that mean that #1 is still #2.
I don’t have a problem with giving…until I feel that it goes unappreciated…once you become entitled…I no longer feel the desire to give…so if you appreciate it, I need to know it…so you better show it…or else I say f@#% it!
Say one thing…do another…words only hold merit if they are backed up with actions…so, I don’t care what you say…it’s all in what you do…and right now…you ain’t saying or doing boo!
Yep…still talking about #1…but I guess the issues would be non-issues if I did not really like him…but…I like #2 too… again…two tears in a bucket…f@#% it…
So why I am in this funk?
#2 is now #1…but he’s not ready to be #1, and he’s only #1 because #1 has been acting in a manner in which I don’t prefer…so does that mean that #1 is still #2.
I don’t have a problem with giving…until I feel that it goes unappreciated…once you become entitled…I no longer feel the desire to give…so if you appreciate it, I need to know it…so you better show it…or else I say f@#% it!
Say one thing…do another…words only hold merit if they are backed up with actions…so, I don’t care what you say…it’s all in what you do…and right now…you ain’t saying or doing boo!
Yep…still talking about #1…but I guess the issues would be non-issues if I did not really like him…but…I like #2 too… again…two tears in a bucket…f@#% it…
So why I am in this funk?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Who do I look like?
| Found this at EB's blog... |
| http://www.myheritage.com/collage |
I guess I can deal with these...I put in some other pics and got some crazy results...
Calvin Coolidge
Jamie Foxx
Jimmy Carter...wtf?!
And...
I don't post my mug too often...will be a minute before you see me again.
This is the pic that rendered the Jamie Foxx and Calvin Coolidge result...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Parents Need to Listen
So, the parents headed home yesterday…against my advice…
“We have electricity”
“But what about other resources, power is not always enough”
...Well…
They have power, but they don’t have running water…went to the police station yesterday morning to get bottled water and ice…can’t buy food because the stores are closed…can’t get gas…
I know that my mother was asked to report to work today, but she’s never concerned about running back to work any other time she’s been visiting…I understand they were anxious to get home and check things out…but now, they can’t go anywhere…they can’t get gas.
I offered to ship some bread and stuff to them overnight…my dad’s reaction…
“Girl, you don’t need to do all that shit. We all right”
Translation…
“Stop being so dramatic and I don’t want you to worry about us.”
Well Daddy, that’s easier said than done…that’s what I do…I worry…I take on the role of caretaker, nurturer…I just want to make sure that everyone is ok…
And I would be a lot less stressed right now…if my parents would have just listened to me and stayed here for a couple more days!
“We have electricity”
“But what about other resources, power is not always enough”
...Well…
They have power, but they don’t have running water…went to the police station yesterday morning to get bottled water and ice…can’t buy food because the stores are closed…can’t get gas…
I know that my mother was asked to report to work today, but she’s never concerned about running back to work any other time she’s been visiting…I understand they were anxious to get home and check things out…but now, they can’t go anywhere…they can’t get gas.
I offered to ship some bread and stuff to them overnight…my dad’s reaction…
“Girl, you don’t need to do all that shit. We all right”
Translation…
“Stop being so dramatic and I don’t want you to worry about us.”
Well Daddy, that’s easier said than done…that’s what I do…I worry…I take on the role of caretaker, nurturer…I just want to make sure that everyone is ok…
And I would be a lot less stressed right now…if my parents would have just listened to me and stayed here for a couple more days!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thoughts and Prayers
I am at work…but I can’t focus…my mind is elsewhere…
My parents made it into town late Wed. night…fleeing Ike…yep…big bad hurricane Ike.
I knew this one could potentially be a big one…why?
In 2005 when hurricane Rita was in the gulf, projected to hit my home town before turning…my dad was not pressed…even when Rita grew into a cat 5 my dad was chilling…so much so that my mother left him behind and headed on into Austin solo…well…after witnessing the destruction of Katrina, I totally flipped out, threatening to never speak to her again if Rita was what they predicted and my father’s life was put in danger…now this time around…when they announced mandatory evacuations for Freeport, TX…my father called my mom and asked what where her plans, because he did not want to be left behind this time…
Freeport TX is a peninsula… right at sea level…my parent’s home is only a few miles from the Gulf…the are predicting a storm surge up to 20 ft, and potential 50 ft waves…the beach is already awash…
My parents did not board up…my mother said she packed her, “nice clothes”, pictures, and important documents…
I don’t go home often, maybe once every 3 years…it’s like I got out and never looked back…if my parents did not leave back there, I would probably never enter the city limits…there is nothing for me in Freeport, TX…but…it’s still home…that’s where I grew up...and I would not change my small town upbringing for anything…no matter how far away I move…Freeport will always be home…I enjoyed living near the water…it’s something peaceful about it… running on the levee along the Brazos River…going with family fishing on the jetty’s in the Gulf…my friends parties (DJ and all) on one of his family’s party boat…those were fun times…and the thought that one storm can come and wash my home away…well…I can’t even imagine…
I pray that Ike comes and goes with minimal damage.
My thoughts and prayers are with all that are within Ike's path.
My parents made it into town late Wed. night…fleeing Ike…yep…big bad hurricane Ike.
I knew this one could potentially be a big one…why?
In 2005 when hurricane Rita was in the gulf, projected to hit my home town before turning…my dad was not pressed…even when Rita grew into a cat 5 my dad was chilling…so much so that my mother left him behind and headed on into Austin solo…well…after witnessing the destruction of Katrina, I totally flipped out, threatening to never speak to her again if Rita was what they predicted and my father’s life was put in danger…now this time around…when they announced mandatory evacuations for Freeport, TX…my father called my mom and asked what where her plans, because he did not want to be left behind this time…
Freeport TX is a peninsula… right at sea level…my parent’s home is only a few miles from the Gulf…the are predicting a storm surge up to 20 ft, and potential 50 ft waves…the beach is already awash…
My parents did not board up…my mother said she packed her, “nice clothes”, pictures, and important documents…
I don’t go home often, maybe once every 3 years…it’s like I got out and never looked back…if my parents did not leave back there, I would probably never enter the city limits…there is nothing for me in Freeport, TX…but…it’s still home…that’s where I grew up...and I would not change my small town upbringing for anything…no matter how far away I move…Freeport will always be home…I enjoyed living near the water…it’s something peaceful about it… running on the levee along the Brazos River…going with family fishing on the jetty’s in the Gulf…my friends parties (DJ and all) on one of his family’s party boat…those were fun times…and the thought that one storm can come and wash my home away…well…I can’t even imagine…
I pray that Ike comes and goes with minimal damage.
My thoughts and prayers are with all that are within Ike's path.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Ol' School Sports Crushes
I have a thing for athletes…especially the ones with that arrogant swat…oh, but you have to have the ability to back it up too…until recently, I have never been into a dude that was not a current/former football player…and of course if a former player, they must look like it…I have crushed on a bball player or two…I actually been crushing on a 6’7” PF since I was 12…he is probably the finest man I have ever laid eyes on…well it’s a toss up between him and #2 (I really need to come up with better nicknames...but anyway...let's get back on topic here...I give you, my first 4 athlete crushes...
4. Andre Agassi
Hush, I don’t want to hear it! I played tennis and at the time I loved me some him, he was my favorite male player at the time…there was no James Blake on the scene back then, and Yannick Noah is not attractive...and I was only 12...I did not know any better.
3. Prime Time
This was my first football crush (only baseball crush)…I loved me some Neon Deion, jheri curl and all…still do!
2. Blaine Bishop
I’m not usually into pretty boys…but this man is fione…well at least he was back then. Didn’t hurt that he played for the Houston Oilers (may they RIP).
4. Andre Agassi
Hush, I don’t want to hear it! I played tennis and at the time I loved me some him, he was my favorite male player at the time…there was no James Blake on the scene back then, and Yannick Noah is not attractive...and I was only 12...I did not know any better.
3. Prime Time
This was my first football crush (only baseball crush)…I loved me some Neon Deion, jheri curl and all…still do!
2. Blaine Bishop
I’m not usually into pretty boys…but this man is fione…well at least he was back then. Didn’t hurt that he played for the Houston Oilers (may they RIP).And now…for the top pick of them all…my all time greatest sports crush…I fell in love with this man as a teenager and I have been crushing ever since…His Royal Airness, Michael Jordan!
… he always strived to beat his personal best…and that caused him to bring a passion to the game that I don’t think will ever be duplicated…I could genuinely tell that he loved what he did…that was nothing better to him than stepping out on the hardwood…preparing to do what he did best…losing was not an option…he’s the reason I chose to wear the #23 in HS…not to mention…he’s hella sexy! I think this is where my affinity for bald chocolate men started…and he's still got it...Yes lawd! If I only I were that cigar!
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Are you ready for some football?!
I sure the hell am!
I already got it poppin this past weekend with the Longhorn season opener…hook’em!
The best thing about watching a game live…the hard hitting…being able to hear the pads crack…I love it!
Tonight kicks off the start of the NFL season…
The Redskins head to the Meadowlands to take on the defending Super Bowl champs…
The game kicks off at 6:15 my time…I usually don’t leave work until six, even if I leave at 5, I will be stuck in traffic for an hour…$*@#*! , just because McCain’s old azz can’t stay up too late to give his acceptance speech…that’s what it ain’t!
I am neutral, can care less who wins…I am just ready for the season to get underway…
Wait, not too fast…let me check my fantasy line ups…
For those who know me, you know I love me some backs…
Quarterbacks, running backs, defensive backs… I might also have a thing for a linebacker or two, and who doesn’t love a tight end?!
I’m a Titans fan…love me some VY and The Freak is back! What sucks for me…is that I live in Austin, TX…they want to show Cowboys (boooo!) or Texans (booooo hiss hiss booo!) games…yeah, given that I grew up an Oilers fan, I tried to give the Texans a chance…if the Titans keep drafting Longhorns (still upset about them passing over Sweed, we need a WR), I will be a fan for life.
Ahhhh, football’s in the air!
This ish turns me on!
I already got it poppin this past weekend with the Longhorn season opener…hook’em!
The best thing about watching a game live…the hard hitting…being able to hear the pads crack…I love it!
Tonight kicks off the start of the NFL season…
The Redskins head to the Meadowlands to take on the defending Super Bowl champs…
The game kicks off at 6:15 my time…I usually don’t leave work until six, even if I leave at 5, I will be stuck in traffic for an hour…$*@#*! , just because McCain’s old azz can’t stay up too late to give his acceptance speech…that’s what it ain’t!
I am neutral, can care less who wins…I am just ready for the season to get underway…
Wait, not too fast…let me check my fantasy line ups…
For those who know me, you know I love me some backs…
Quarterbacks, running backs, defensive backs… I might also have a thing for a linebacker or two, and who doesn’t love a tight end?!
I’m a Titans fan…love me some VY and The Freak is back! What sucks for me…is that I live in Austin, TX…they want to show Cowboys (boooo!) or Texans (booooo hiss hiss booo!) games…yeah, given that I grew up an Oilers fan, I tried to give the Texans a chance…if the Titans keep drafting Longhorns (still upset about them passing over Sweed, we need a WR), I will be a fan for life.
Ahhhh, football’s in the air!
This ish turns me on!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Show me the money!
It’s expensive being a woman…
$60-$80 brazillian wax, every 4 to 6 weeks
$15 - $20 eyebrows
And for those ladies who have chemically treated hair…let’s see, you probably have a standing hair appointment every two weeks at what, “$40 - $55 a pop? And let’s not talk relaxer, that’s about $50 - $75.
Hair products…we can’t just get some Dax grease, a heavy azz brush, and a wave cap…nope…
For me…
Shampoo $7.50 & Conditioner $7.50 (Regis curl lock, I love it)
Paul Mithcell foaming pomade $7.95
Paul Mitchell sculpting foam $11
Fortunately, my hair products last me a while…come to think of it, I just might be able to get away with the Dax and a wave cap…just maybe.
Then there is lip gloss…we spend at least $7 - $13 just to give our lips that glossy shine.
We spend money on body butters, exfoliating scrubs, and all kinds of things to keep or skin soft and glowing…I mean, why can’t we just be down with a bottle of Jergens like the menfolk?
Manicures - $25 plus, Pedicures $25 plus (although I must admit, I don’t really keep up with either of the two…I will take care of my own feet, I love wearing open toe heels, can’t be all dusty and crusty).
Once a month we have to spend about $5 to $10 on products (tampons, ibuprofen, panty liners, what have you) to help get us through that time of the month…and if you have cravings, forget it, that’s like an extra $20 in food that week. And I am not sure about you ladies, but I spend about $30 a month on damn toilet paper…I swear I must eat this stuff…must be nice to shake and go.
Birth control…some folks insurance don’t want to even cover that mug, and then even sometimes with the generic pills you are paying damn near $30 for a month’s supply…then I don’t know how much the shot, or the ring cost, but I would say that overall it breaks down to about $30 a month. My birth control has been pretty cheap for the past 23 months…abstinence, ha! But on the cool…$30 a damn month…and that does not include the cost of condoms…I think we should go to the party strapped as well…never know what might pop off.
Damn the more I add this up…forget sponsoring a child, sponsor a woman, today!
$60-$80 brazillian wax, every 4 to 6 weeks
$15 - $20 eyebrows
And for those ladies who have chemically treated hair…let’s see, you probably have a standing hair appointment every two weeks at what, “$40 - $55 a pop? And let’s not talk relaxer, that’s about $50 - $75.
Hair products…we can’t just get some Dax grease, a heavy azz brush, and a wave cap…nope…
For me…
Shampoo $7.50 & Conditioner $7.50 (Regis curl lock, I love it)
Paul Mithcell foaming pomade $7.95
Paul Mitchell sculpting foam $11
Fortunately, my hair products last me a while…come to think of it, I just might be able to get away with the Dax and a wave cap…just maybe.
Then there is lip gloss…we spend at least $7 - $13 just to give our lips that glossy shine.
We spend money on body butters, exfoliating scrubs, and all kinds of things to keep or skin soft and glowing…I mean, why can’t we just be down with a bottle of Jergens like the menfolk?
Manicures - $25 plus, Pedicures $25 plus (although I must admit, I don’t really keep up with either of the two…I will take care of my own feet, I love wearing open toe heels, can’t be all dusty and crusty).
Once a month we have to spend about $5 to $10 on products (tampons, ibuprofen, panty liners, what have you) to help get us through that time of the month…and if you have cravings, forget it, that’s like an extra $20 in food that week. And I am not sure about you ladies, but I spend about $30 a month on damn toilet paper…I swear I must eat this stuff…must be nice to shake and go.
Birth control…some folks insurance don’t want to even cover that mug, and then even sometimes with the generic pills you are paying damn near $30 for a month’s supply…then I don’t know how much the shot, or the ring cost, but I would say that overall it breaks down to about $30 a month. My birth control has been pretty cheap for the past 23 months…abstinence, ha! But on the cool…$30 a damn month…and that does not include the cost of condoms…I think we should go to the party strapped as well…never know what might pop off.
Damn the more I add this up…forget sponsoring a child, sponsor a woman, today!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Uneventful is Good!
So I had a pretty uneventful holiday weekend…and I would not have it any other way…uneventful is good…
Before I continue, let me stop and give thanks to God for keeping Gustav’s damage to a minimal…
Speaking of uneventful, is it just me, or do the news reporters seem a bit disappointed that Gustav did not come in and wreck havoc? Saying ish, like “Ike could be big” with excitement and glee…well, I pray that Ike is not big. People’s lives were still affected by Gustav, although minimal, there was damage…if you have never had to flee from the potential danger, you could no way imagine how it feels…I grew up on the TX coast, and I am on edge anytime they say tropical anything brewing…I could never imagine living through the devastation that was Katrina…and just think of those who did not make it out…I was at my wits end when my mother decided to stay home during Gustav, my family lives west of Galveston Island, right at the mouth of the Brazos River, there are levees all around…my parents are very close to the gulf, probably like a 2 maybe 3 mi drive…so yeah, I was freaking out a bit…I don’t think there is any reason to risk it if you don’t have too…and she did not have to go to work (her job shuts down when they hear the word hurricane), and my sister and I are both here in central Texas…a good 200 miles away from the coast…come chill with us.
I went to the Longhorn season opener on Saturday…let me say it was hot! And no, I am not referring to the fact that VY, Michael Griffin, and Matthew McConaughey were on the sidelines…but that helped, although Matthew is looking mighty crazy these days…and his TX shirt was not sexy…his girlfriend was on the sideline, with the baby…in 100 degree weather, it was too hot for my grown azz to be out there, I thought I was going to pass out…then they had the poor baby all bundled up in a sling across his mama’s chest? Why?! You know they be on some other level stuff…especially Matthew.
I did not leave my apartment once on Sunday…not once…I had to make do with whatever food and drank I had in the crib…made tea, only had about a fourth of a cup of sugar…I just had to make do. I had some chicken drumettes and some Louisiana hot sauce…so I made me some hot wings…and they sure were good!
My sister had to work yesterday, so I told her I would keep the girls. They came over Sunday night…not trying to wake up at 7am on a holiday because my sister had to drop the girls off…they brought Theodore, the Chinese dwarf hamster…why he gots to be Chinese? And why he gots to be a dwarf? I cannot stand the site of this thing…it’s a rodent?! Of course they did not ask me if their beloved pet could come along, they just brought him…ick! That damn thing scared the hell out of me, woke me up in the middle of the night spinning on that damn wheel…he waits until everyone is ready to sleep to want to get crunk…that’s what the hell it ain’t! I was really tempted to put him outside on the patio…the only saving grace was I did not want a cat or raccoon or whatever get a hold of him. I mean…I know he was in his cage, but if the raccoons can manage to make their way into the attic (even after chicken wire was put ever the vents) I am sure they can make their way into a hamster cage. And the last thing I needed was for the oldest to get all emotional about a damn rodent…not too mentioned she would never have forgiven me…she even had the nerve to tell me that she thinks people can go to jail for stuff like that, said it’s neglectful and endangerment…was that a threat?! Whatever, I wish she would call the cops on me because I put her hamster outside…I would make sure to whoop her azz right there in front of the cops just for gp.
Patrice, I had a cup of gumbo yesterday and I’m still alive! And I am glad that all is well with your fam!
I guess it’s back to business as usual for me…
Before I continue, let me stop and give thanks to God for keeping Gustav’s damage to a minimal…
Speaking of uneventful, is it just me, or do the news reporters seem a bit disappointed that Gustav did not come in and wreck havoc? Saying ish, like “Ike could be big” with excitement and glee…well, I pray that Ike is not big. People’s lives were still affected by Gustav, although minimal, there was damage…if you have never had to flee from the potential danger, you could no way imagine how it feels…I grew up on the TX coast, and I am on edge anytime they say tropical anything brewing…I could never imagine living through the devastation that was Katrina…and just think of those who did not make it out…I was at my wits end when my mother decided to stay home during Gustav, my family lives west of Galveston Island, right at the mouth of the Brazos River, there are levees all around…my parents are very close to the gulf, probably like a 2 maybe 3 mi drive…so yeah, I was freaking out a bit…I don’t think there is any reason to risk it if you don’t have too…and she did not have to go to work (her job shuts down when they hear the word hurricane), and my sister and I are both here in central Texas…a good 200 miles away from the coast…come chill with us.
I went to the Longhorn season opener on Saturday…let me say it was hot! And no, I am not referring to the fact that VY, Michael Griffin, and Matthew McConaughey were on the sidelines…but that helped, although Matthew is looking mighty crazy these days…and his TX shirt was not sexy…his girlfriend was on the sideline, with the baby…in 100 degree weather, it was too hot for my grown azz to be out there, I thought I was going to pass out…then they had the poor baby all bundled up in a sling across his mama’s chest? Why?! You know they be on some other level stuff…especially Matthew.
I did not leave my apartment once on Sunday…not once…I had to make do with whatever food and drank I had in the crib…made tea, only had about a fourth of a cup of sugar…I just had to make do. I had some chicken drumettes and some Louisiana hot sauce…so I made me some hot wings…and they sure were good!
My sister had to work yesterday, so I told her I would keep the girls. They came over Sunday night…not trying to wake up at 7am on a holiday because my sister had to drop the girls off…they brought Theodore, the Chinese dwarf hamster…why he gots to be Chinese? And why he gots to be a dwarf? I cannot stand the site of this thing…it’s a rodent?! Of course they did not ask me if their beloved pet could come along, they just brought him…ick! That damn thing scared the hell out of me, woke me up in the middle of the night spinning on that damn wheel…he waits until everyone is ready to sleep to want to get crunk…that’s what the hell it ain’t! I was really tempted to put him outside on the patio…the only saving grace was I did not want a cat or raccoon or whatever get a hold of him. I mean…I know he was in his cage, but if the raccoons can manage to make their way into the attic (even after chicken wire was put ever the vents) I am sure they can make their way into a hamster cage. And the last thing I needed was for the oldest to get all emotional about a damn rodent…not too mentioned she would never have forgiven me…she even had the nerve to tell me that she thinks people can go to jail for stuff like that, said it’s neglectful and endangerment…was that a threat?! Whatever, I wish she would call the cops on me because I put her hamster outside…I would make sure to whoop her azz right there in front of the cops just for gp.
Patrice, I had a cup of gumbo yesterday and I’m still alive! And I am glad that all is well with your fam!
I guess it’s back to business as usual for me…
Friday, August 29, 2008
Cause it's Friday…
you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do…
One of my favorite movies of all time…yes, I am woman enough to admit it…don’t front…you know you have watched this ish over and over too. Chris Tucker made this movie…the others have just not quite hit the mark…I love me some Katt Williams (yes I have a crush on the leprechaun pimp…I just have a thing for men that can make me laugh…I guess…), but even he could not make Friday After Next worth watching over and over and over…
I do have a job…but I decided to take off this Friday…I am debating just how accessible I am going to make myself today…Do I want to return emails? Should I call candidates if they show interest? What do I do…I mean, I did take vacay…not a work from home day…so I guess I have my answer.
I really don’t have ish to do today…I originally was going to go home for the holiday weekend, but I’ve been a bit under the weather…last week was rough, this week was recovery…and I now have a ticket to the Texas season opener against Florida Atlantic (hook’em)…they will be retiring my boy VY’s jersey before the game…I only came up on one ticket…thanks Tim…but I don’t mind going to the game by myself...it’s a football game, although going alone, I will not be alone. I am so excited football season is really here. Now I have to call my cousin and tell her I will not be making the trek to Brazoria County this weekend…I am sure she will be disappointed…yet she will forgive me…I am such the prodigal daughter…I can’t tell you the last time I went home…oh yes, I can…It was in July…I rode back home with my sister to pick up my nieces from my mom’s…it was a turnaround trip…I see my parents all the time, they love coming to Austin…it’s the rest of the family I have not seen since 2005…oh well…
Have a happy Friday and enjoy your holiday…if you 'que for Labor Day, send some my way. *chunks deuce*
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tip'n on 4-4's
She didn’t tag me…but I was told that I had to do it anyway…because she meant to tag me, lol.
And this one is easy enough, and will give me an updated blog posting…so here goes…
Four placees I go to over and over:
1. The office
2. HEB Grocery
3. My sister’s house
4. The gas station (shame that the gym did not make this list)
Four people who e-mail me (regularly):
2. SDM
3. Timothy
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Houston
2. DC
3. Miami
4. Vegas
Four TV shows/programs that I watch over and over:
1. The Hills
2. Making the Band
3. What Not to Wear
4. One Tree Hill
Four things I have for breakfast:
1. Belgian Waffles
2. Post Great Grains Crunchy Pecan cereal, with plain soy milk, and banana slices.
3. Ham and cheese croissant
4. Breakfast Tacos
Four animals I like best:
1. Ones
2. that
3. live
4. elsewhere LOL
(I have to agree with my girl Patrice on this one…and I don’t deal with other people pets either)
Four beaches I’ve been to:
1. Galveston
2. Corpus Christi
3. Surfside
4. Quintanna
(I pretty much grew up on the last two)
Tagging 4 people-since I was not officially tagged…I will not tag anyone.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Romance and ish like that...
Romance means different things to different people...takes different things to get us in the mood...
me, sometimes...I be on that hood ish for real...tell me how you want to beat it up and slap me on the azz...that's romance...I'm wit Black Ty...you know we be tearing it up, breaking stuff, that ghetto love...I don't know about you...but these lyrics right here...that's romance at it's best, ha!
me, sometimes...I be on that hood ish for real...tell me how you want to beat it up and slap me on the azz...that's romance...I'm wit Black Ty...you know we be tearing it up, breaking stuff, that ghetto love...I don't know about you...but these lyrics right here...that's romance at it's best, ha!
I'll be obliged
if you step outside
because my ride is awaitin
our date an
of steak an
a night cap
we matin
awakin
by smells of perfume that I inhale
and then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell
satin sheets
heat from your feet keep me warm
The mood is perfected with the sounds from the storm
You came stronger
I lasted longer
Than I've ever lasted
your mouth was fantastic
the fuk test
you passed it
the way you made a nigga laugh
I had to getcha
and when I saw that ass pass
I had to hit cha
ya makin me fight against my will
What must I do?
[Would ya kill for me?]
Yeah if my life in danger too
[Even steal for me?]
Yeah if that shit belongs to you
[Then feel for me?]
Yeah if the way you act is true
Who knows
fine clothes
Lexus doors you'll be closin
when you become one of the chosen...
Monday, August 18, 2008
1...2...
So…
I heated up my leftovers at 1:45 pm…then he hit me up at 2pm, asking if I was in the mood for a late lunch…
I am not feeling well…think I am coming down with something…have not been taking the allergy tablets like I should…and I was not feeling my best…so I hit him up and let him know that I was already eating, and working through lunch.
Around 4:30 my phone rings…it’s him…asking me how I was doing…the conversation ended with him making some phone calls to look into a car for me (I am in the market for a VW Passat).
So…still no lunch plans…but the negro is car shopping for me…
On another note…
#1….because “lunch date” is actually in the #2 position right now...he just don’t know it…so I spent some QT time with #1…late Saturday night, early Sunday morning…however you want to call it…it wasn’t face-to-face…he’s traveling on business…so we have to work with what we have for the moment. The thing is…I can go without talking to #2, and I’m good…but I actually miss #1 when I go a day, two, or three without talking to him…
A friend said that I get the intellectual stimulation from #1 and the physical from #2…maybe so…but I am physically attracted to #1…trust…and I have connected with #2 on a level beyond the physical (apparently since we have not been physically intimate)…I just feel a dilemma coming on…options are always good…but I have a feeling someone is going to get hurt here…possibly me…with that being said…I am still keeping my options open…I don’t have an exclusive relationship with either…I have not even gone on a “date” with either…so, right now…I mean…may the best man win…but then again...is it best to have options, when they are both viable options?
And on a completely different note…
I was at the white party on Friday, when my homeboy walked by. I met him freshman year of college…he was a few years older. He’s been married for a minute, and the past few times I have seen him, he is giving his whoa is me sob story because his wife is insecure and has trust and jealousy issues…Now, he usually greets us with hugs, but all we got was this awkward wave as he kept it moving…my friend said, “Oh, so that’s all I get?” To which he replied, “Let me get something to drink first”. So…I am thirsty and I want a sprite…don’t feel like going to the bar, so I say, “Hey, bring me a sprite.” He keeps going…did not acknowledge my request, so I call out after him by name. “(insert name) get me a sprite”. He turns around and replies…mind you, we are now standing a good five feet from each other…
“I can’t do that, I can’t do shit…I got my wife with me”.
I am looking at his stupid azz like wtf?!
So later, I guess he calls himself putting me in my place…
“Yo, you can’t be doing that?”
Me being me…I laid into his stupid behind…
“How in the hell was I supposed to know your wife was with you. We were not fuking then, we are not fuking now, and we will not be fuking in the future…but you made us look real suspect with that little scene. I don’t need anyone’s wife in my face with some bullshit. I guess my expectations of you are too high…I expect you to always act the same with me…so if your wife has a problem with you giving women hugs, and buying them sprites when she is with you…then you shouldn’t do it when she is NOT with you”.
“I see what you’re saying, but you don’t understand my situation…everything I do is suspect…you don’t understand.”
“I guess I don’t”…and that was the end of that.
Men.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Pissing on Trees
He extended a dinner invite, which turned into lunch plans…which he canceled an hour before we were supposed to meet…
He was hosting a white party that evening, and I knew I would see him there…and I knew I would be looking damn fly.
I wore a white pencil skirt, that hugged the azz just right, had on a white button down (with the peek-a-boo) cleavage, and a wide black belt around the waist to break up all the white…with large gold hoop earrings, a black sateen clutch, and my black and gold peep toe sling-backs (pictured here). I always feel sexy, but I was in overdrive this evening…
The party started at nine, we got there around ten…normally would not be in the house until eleven, but they stopped serving the free Ciroc then, and my friend was trying to get her $20 worth.
I decide to go the ladies room to adjust myself…had a slight wardrobe malfunction getting out the car…well, my entire right boob decides to pop out of my undergarment…just as the parking attendant was approaching, lol. (This happened later that night while on the dance floor too).
So, I am on my way to the ladies room just to give myself a look over and refresh the gloss…when I see him approaching…looking sexy as hell in his white pants, button down shirt, and white vest with thin pink pinstripes…
“You look good.” he says through a smile as he hugs me. “What are you up to?”
“Going to the ladies room right now”, thinking…damn that smile, I wanted to be mad at him for cancelling, but he was just looking too good for me to care at the moment…
“What are you up to?” he asks again.
“At the moment, I am going to the ladies room.” As I walk off.
I go back out and catch up with my friends, in the same spot I left them…by the bar, lol.
I have a clear view of him standing on the corner of the dance floor…I take off to make my rounds, to see what else is going on in the spot…I approach him, intending to walk past him, when he reaches out and takes my hand…drawing me into him…
“You’re looking good.”
Ha, I’m thinking…this is the second time he’s said that…
“Thank you and you’re looking nice yourself.”
“What have you been up to?”
I wanted to say…cussing your flakey azz out for cancelling on me at the last minute…but I do not want him to know I am the bit phased.
So I reply with, “Working hard and I am kinda tired and sleepy now”
“You better drink a red bull” I hear him say as I walk off.
The night goes on, and I am having a good time…actually trying to stay away from him because the last thing I want is for him to think I am watching him…although I caught him watching me on a few occasions.
The first time being as I approached my homeboy, his business partner…it was beginning to get a lil' warm in the place, and “e” said I was hot only because I had just been hugged by him, to which I responded, I was already hot before you touched me, and shimmied as I walked off…
Yeah, I caught him eyeing me during that entire exchange.
My girl, was like…”He is all up in your shit, I can tell by the way he’s looking at you”.
Well…I know I was looking good…and he was up in my shit as my girl stated…but I don’t know what led to this…
I am standing on the dance floor, front and center…
This negro walks up to me, in a public place, in a room filled with people that we both know…says “Hey pretty lady”, as he rubs his hand across my azz…while kissing me on the cheek then on the neck…
Now…this caught me completely off guard…I looked up at the chick standing across from me and she had this “I ain’t mad atcha smirk” on her face…I mean, the man is fione!
But in the moment…I don’t think I was flattered or turned on…I was more so puzzled…
What was the motivation behind that?
Was this negro pissing on trees?
I mean, the biatches are not going to care, if anything that will only motivate them to be in his face even more, because they want an azz rub too, lol…and the negros well, they might be like, “Aww, my bad, I did not realize that was you man.”
And if so, why did he feel the need to do that? Why do men do that?
We ain’t fuking, but his body language throughout the night would have told a different story…
Hmmm…
Oh yeah, and we are supposed to be rescheduling lunch…
We shall see.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
k-spot Flashback: 2 for 1
This time two years ago, I had an pestilence issue...things got pretty bad, I was considering packing my bags and leaving my home of 4 years...glad that it's all behind me now, only a memory...thought I would share my traumatic experience with my new blog friends...
This guy moved into the apartment next to me this past May. The first time I saw him was on Labor Day walking up the stairs as I was going down, with baby mama and kids in tow. After this occurrence, I noticed that he would open his door as I was approaching the top of the stairs, peep out, and then abruptly close the door (probably because I was giving him one of my “What the hell do you want" looks). About a month ago on a Friday at approximately 10:30pm , he opened the door as I was approaching the top of stairs tugging groceries. He said “I knocked on your door last night but I guess you were not home”. I then gave him my “why in the hell are you knocking on my door" look and he proceeded to tell me that he wanted to make sure that his music was not that loud because some one had complained. I informed him that if it were too loud I would let him know, and then he proceeded to try to make small talk. But actually all he succeeded to do was weird me out. He informed me that he has been watching my coming and goings and that he has noticed I am never home. He also made a comment about my friend, Calvin who was with me the first day I saw him with baby mama and kids in tow. I gave him this look of bewilderment because I forgot all about that day and was trying to recall what he was talking about…so he pretty much took that as “Calvin could not have been my man”. I was trying to be neighborly and had a brief conversation with him, but I had a handful of groceries that I needed to put away, so I politely excused myself and went inside my apartment. 5 mins later I hear a knock on my door, I am on the phone with my mother and I let her know that she is not to hang up…I answer the door and of course it’s my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) asking me if I have a burner. I am now giving him my “Yeah, but you can’t borrow it” look and he then says “Oh no, I don’t want to use it, I just have a lot of cd’s and you can come over and see if there are any you would like to burn”. I gave him a thumbs up, waved good-bye and closed the door.
Since this first incident HWSRN has knocked on my door on several occasions. He has even gone as far as asking me if I work 2 jobs because I never seem to be at home. He has invited me over several times to watch movies, but the problem is he waits until an inappropriate hour to knock on my door, and he always seems to have an alcoholic beverage in hand. I’ve asked if I could borrow the movie when he’s done, but this does not seem to be acceptable…he wants me to step inside his space to watch ATL…I don’t even like TI, so my thought to that is Hell to the Naw! I do not find this brotha attractive and he is really weirding me out. Brotha even asked me if I would go to the new spot in town if he paid my cover, and had the nerve to tell me that I am not black “my skin is, but not on the inside”, because I am not attracted to his gold fronts and raggedy azz Cadillac! On my first encounter with HWSRN he told me that “I looked out of his league and he was afraid to talk to me” Well, I don’t know when he drank his cup of courage (maybe that’s why he always has the alcohol in hand when knocking on my door), but he was right, I am out of his league, and I really do need him to leave me alone. My friends tell me not to open the door, but I really do not want homeboy to start acting crazy and overly aggressive. Stalking is not going to make me come around, but it may force me to have to get a restraining order!
Hopefully HWSRN is not Internet savvy and has not found his way to my blog!
Here is a video in dishonor of HWSRN....
Bug-A-Boo!
Ok, if you read the last post you know that my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) has become somewhat of a nuisance. However, last night homeboy took the insanity to an all time high. Today is apparently his birthday, and for some reason he got it in his head that I would want to spend the day with him. He knocked on my door this past Thursday (I had only been home from work like 15mins)and I did not answer. Last night around 9pm I left my apartment, and when I returned at 11:30 pm I hear "Hi Neighbor". This all too familiar voice seemed to come from behind the bushes. I turned around to see HWSRN standing in the pool area (I always park near the pool. He was sitting out by the pool waiting for me to return home. He mentioned that he looked out his window and did not see my car anymore. He then informed me that he knocked on my door the other day, and had the nerve to say that he did not knock again because he did not want to be a bug-a-boo. Well to late "You a bug-a-boo...you buggin who...you buggin me and you know it ain't cool."
Well, apparently HWSRN took it upon himself to buy 2 tickets to Schlitterbahn Waterpark for the day. He assumed that I wanted to get in a car with him, take an hour and a half ride, and spend the day with him because it is his birthday. Stop the Insanity!
Somebody's Watching Me!
When is it crossing the line of being a friendly neighbor to just down right stalker?This guy moved into the apartment next to me this past May. The first time I saw him was on Labor Day walking up the stairs as I was going down, with baby mama and kids in tow. After this occurrence, I noticed that he would open his door as I was approaching the top of the stairs, peep out, and then abruptly close the door (probably because I was giving him one of my “What the hell do you want" looks). About a month ago on a Friday at approximately 10:30pm , he opened the door as I was approaching the top of stairs tugging groceries. He said “I knocked on your door last night but I guess you were not home”. I then gave him my “why in the hell are you knocking on my door" look and he proceeded to tell me that he wanted to make sure that his music was not that loud because some one had complained. I informed him that if it were too loud I would let him know, and then he proceeded to try to make small talk. But actually all he succeeded to do was weird me out. He informed me that he has been watching my coming and goings and that he has noticed I am never home. He also made a comment about my friend, Calvin who was with me the first day I saw him with baby mama and kids in tow. I gave him this look of bewilderment because I forgot all about that day and was trying to recall what he was talking about…so he pretty much took that as “Calvin could not have been my man”. I was trying to be neighborly and had a brief conversation with him, but I had a handful of groceries that I needed to put away, so I politely excused myself and went inside my apartment. 5 mins later I hear a knock on my door, I am on the phone with my mother and I let her know that she is not to hang up…I answer the door and of course it’s my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) asking me if I have a burner. I am now giving him my “Yeah, but you can’t borrow it” look and he then says “Oh no, I don’t want to use it, I just have a lot of cd’s and you can come over and see if there are any you would like to burn”. I gave him a thumbs up, waved good-bye and closed the door.
Since this first incident HWSRN has knocked on my door on several occasions. He has even gone as far as asking me if I work 2 jobs because I never seem to be at home. He has invited me over several times to watch movies, but the problem is he waits until an inappropriate hour to knock on my door, and he always seems to have an alcoholic beverage in hand. I’ve asked if I could borrow the movie when he’s done, but this does not seem to be acceptable…he wants me to step inside his space to watch ATL…I don’t even like TI, so my thought to that is Hell to the Naw! I do not find this brotha attractive and he is really weirding me out. Brotha even asked me if I would go to the new spot in town if he paid my cover, and had the nerve to tell me that I am not black “my skin is, but not on the inside”, because I am not attracted to his gold fronts and raggedy azz Cadillac! On my first encounter with HWSRN he told me that “I looked out of his league and he was afraid to talk to me” Well, I don’t know when he drank his cup of courage (maybe that’s why he always has the alcohol in hand when knocking on my door), but he was right, I am out of his league, and I really do need him to leave me alone. My friends tell me not to open the door, but I really do not want homeboy to start acting crazy and overly aggressive. Stalking is not going to make me come around, but it may force me to have to get a restraining order!
Hopefully HWSRN is not Internet savvy and has not found his way to my blog!
Here is a video in dishonor of HWSRN....
Bug-A-Boo!
Ok, if you read the last post you know that my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) has become somewhat of a nuisance. However, last night homeboy took the insanity to an all time high. Today is apparently his birthday, and for some reason he got it in his head that I would want to spend the day with him. He knocked on my door this past Thursday (I had only been home from work like 15mins)and I did not answer. Last night around 9pm I left my apartment, and when I returned at 11:30 pm I hear "Hi Neighbor". This all too familiar voice seemed to come from behind the bushes. I turned around to see HWSRN standing in the pool area (I always park near the pool. He was sitting out by the pool waiting for me to return home. He mentioned that he looked out his window and did not see my car anymore. He then informed me that he knocked on my door the other day, and had the nerve to say that he did not knock again because he did not want to be a bug-a-boo. Well to late "You a bug-a-boo...you buggin who...you buggin me and you know it ain't cool."
Well, apparently HWSRN took it upon himself to buy 2 tickets to Schlitterbahn Waterpark for the day. He assumed that I wanted to get in a car with him, take an hour and a half ride, and spend the day with him because it is his birthday. Stop the Insanity!
Saturday, August 09, 2008
k-spot Flashback
If you go back in the archives, you will find this post from a year ago today...
I thought I would revisit it...seems a bit fitting considering some of the male-female banter I have been a party to recently...
You must be…
Intelligent, Honest, Trustworthy, Passionate, Compassionate, Ambitious, Determined, Loving, Sharing , Humorous, Creative, Stylish, Respectful (of self and others), Faithful…Oh…and you must love Football!
I want a man that wants me…not the idea of me. You must realize that my world does not and will not revolve around you, but that does not mean you are not important in my life. You must realize I have my own dreams and aspirations and your support is needed, wanted, and expected…sometimes I need a cheerleader too. You have to understand that both of us have to give 100% in order to build…no 50/50 here. Sometimes I might need you to do something you may not want to…are you willing to make that compromise for me? So what, we have differences, that’s what makes life interesting…I would be bored if we were exactly the same, however, you must be willing to experience new things, understand that our differences is what makes us special. It’s ok if you’re hip-hop and I’m R&B…you can’t have one without the other. You must be willing to sit and chill with my family all day because it’s important to me. You must be willing to make a complete fool of yourself if it will bring a smile to my face…don’t want a man that takes himself too seriously. You must be willing to pray with me, and for me. You have to understand that I come with issues for I am not perfect…but neither are you. You must realize that I like what I like, and just because I don’t share your opinion, does not mean I don’t honor and respect it. You must realize that sometimes I will become frustrated and upset with you…but that does not mean that my feelings have changed. Will you call me before you go to bed just because you want to hear my voice? Will you sit with me in silence just because you want to share my space and time? It’s the little things that count, and I am well worth the effort!
Can you accept me…my differences, my quirks, my faults…those things that make me me? I expect a lot from those close to me…do you think you can handle the responsibility? If you meet the minimum qualifications for this position, then your response is welcomed…otherwise, please don’t respond.
Copyright © 2007 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.
I thought I would revisit it...seems a bit fitting considering some of the male-female banter I have been a party to recently...
Woman Seeking Man
Woman Seeking Man, but not any ol’ man will do. Unless you fit the following criteria please do not respond…You must be…
Intelligent, Honest, Trustworthy, Passionate, Compassionate, Ambitious, Determined, Loving, Sharing , Humorous, Creative, Stylish, Respectful (of self and others), Faithful…Oh…and you must love Football!
I want a man that wants me…not the idea of me. You must realize that my world does not and will not revolve around you, but that does not mean you are not important in my life. You must realize I have my own dreams and aspirations and your support is needed, wanted, and expected…sometimes I need a cheerleader too. You have to understand that both of us have to give 100% in order to build…no 50/50 here. Sometimes I might need you to do something you may not want to…are you willing to make that compromise for me? So what, we have differences, that’s what makes life interesting…I would be bored if we were exactly the same, however, you must be willing to experience new things, understand that our differences is what makes us special. It’s ok if you’re hip-hop and I’m R&B…you can’t have one without the other. You must be willing to sit and chill with my family all day because it’s important to me. You must be willing to make a complete fool of yourself if it will bring a smile to my face…don’t want a man that takes himself too seriously. You must be willing to pray with me, and for me. You have to understand that I come with issues for I am not perfect…but neither are you. You must realize that I like what I like, and just because I don’t share your opinion, does not mean I don’t honor and respect it. You must realize that sometimes I will become frustrated and upset with you…but that does not mean that my feelings have changed. Will you call me before you go to bed just because you want to hear my voice? Will you sit with me in silence just because you want to share my space and time? It’s the little things that count, and I am well worth the effort!
Can you accept me…my differences, my quirks, my faults…those things that make me me? I expect a lot from those close to me…do you think you can handle the responsibility? If you meet the minimum qualifications for this position, then your response is welcomed…otherwise, please don’t respond.
Copyright © 2007 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.
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