If I see you walking down the street
should I stroll on past - not even speak
Should I go away and just pretend
perhaps this love affair really didn't end
Should I look down
or maybe away
Maye it wasn't you and another
maybe we did stray
What should I do
perhaps I'll just make believe it wasn't even you
and walk on by
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sons of Bitches - bad bitches
Dear Mothers of Daughters,
Guess what? We mothers of sons love our sons too. We think they are precious, valuable, and second to none. We think they are great, we think they are competent, we think they hung the effin moon! IF we raised them correctly.
We taught them to respect women, how to . . .address women, and what to look for in a woman. We showed them by example - if we did it correctly, how a woman should conduct herself. We chastised them roughly and thoroughly when they deserved it. We loved, hugged, kissed and nurtured them equally as hard. We taught them when to be firm, and when to soften their grip - when we did our job correctly.
We were strict on them, we pushed them, we guided them. We loved them too.
Stop fooling your daughters into thinking it's Prince Charming or the boogie man. Stop allowing your daughters to think if her relationship fails it's "his" . . ."because he didn't appreciate the woman you are". Answer me this - how prepared did YOU make your daughter to handle a man - her man? What steps did you take to instill virtue in your daughter to be a virtuous woman? Did you teach her to think - independently? Did you teach her to believe in Prince Charming, but when he comes along she needs to have game to keep Prince Charming? Did you teach her to keep her home neat, presentable, and clean? Did you teach her how to do laundry? How to prepare a satifying meal? Did you teach her the answer is NOT between her thighs, because guess what - we all came into this world with the equipment to screw one way or another. Or did you teach her that she will be screwed if she doesn't know how to carry herself correctly?
Because you know, we mothers of sons certainly told our sons all of this. We taught them to have your own - thoughts, processes, finances, plan, place, and successes mapped out. Therefore, the first little miss that comes around shaking her ass or her box a Betty Crocker won't hym him [them] up. We thaught them real sh** from bullsh**. We taught them you can't make a ho a housewife - period! We taught them - if she creeps with you, she'll creep on you. We put game in our sons. So what is your reason for not instilling game in your daughter? I am not talking about playing games - we taught our sons that gets people hurt. But having game! - gets you noticed and keeps you on point.
So mothers of daughters - please! - stop telling we mothers of sons "you don't understand because you don't have a daughter". Trip on this, I AM a daughter. I am a mother, a sister, an aunt, a GeeGee and foremost a woman. I am a woman of God. A God who so loved the world He gave His only begotten SON.
Dear Mothers of Daughters, guess what - we mothers of sons love our sons immensely too. We think they are precious, valuable, and second to none. We think they are great, we think they are competent, we think they hung the effin moon! When, we raised them correctly. Stop blaming me, us, and our sons because you didn't do your job.
Guess what? We mothers of sons love our sons too. We think they are precious, valuable, and second to none. We think they are great, we think they are competent, we think they hung the effin moon! IF we raised them correctly.
We taught them to respect women, how to . . .address women, and what to look for in a woman. We showed them by example - if we did it correctly, how a woman should conduct herself. We chastised them roughly and thoroughly when they deserved it. We loved, hugged, kissed and nurtured them equally as hard. We taught them when to be firm, and when to soften their grip - when we did our job correctly.
We were strict on them, we pushed them, we guided them. We loved them too.
Stop fooling your daughters into thinking it's Prince Charming or the boogie man. Stop allowing your daughters to think if her relationship fails it's "his" . . ."because he didn't appreciate the woman you are". Answer me this - how prepared did YOU make your daughter to handle a man - her man? What steps did you take to instill virtue in your daughter to be a virtuous woman? Did you teach her to think - independently? Did you teach her to believe in Prince Charming, but when he comes along she needs to have game to keep Prince Charming? Did you teach her to keep her home neat, presentable, and clean? Did you teach her how to do laundry? How to prepare a satifying meal? Did you teach her the answer is NOT between her thighs, because guess what - we all came into this world with the equipment to screw one way or another. Or did you teach her that she will be screwed if she doesn't know how to carry herself correctly?
Because you know, we mothers of sons certainly told our sons all of this. We taught them to have your own - thoughts, processes, finances, plan, place, and successes mapped out. Therefore, the first little miss that comes around shaking her ass or her box a Betty Crocker won't hym him [them] up. We thaught them real sh** from bullsh**. We taught them you can't make a ho a housewife - period! We taught them - if she creeps with you, she'll creep on you. We put game in our sons. So what is your reason for not instilling game in your daughter? I am not talking about playing games - we taught our sons that gets people hurt. But having game! - gets you noticed and keeps you on point.
So mothers of daughters - please! - stop telling we mothers of sons "you don't understand because you don't have a daughter". Trip on this, I AM a daughter. I am a mother, a sister, an aunt, a GeeGee and foremost a woman. I am a woman of God. A God who so loved the world He gave His only begotten SON.
Dear Mothers of Daughters, guess what - we mothers of sons love our sons immensely too. We think they are precious, valuable, and second to none. We think they are great, we think they are competent, we think they hung the effin moon! When, we raised them correctly. Stop blaming me, us, and our sons because you didn't do your job.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Relationship satisfaction
People abuse the word "relationship". When we are in relationships with think this or that should not or should exist. The question becomes was the should and should nots discussed in the confines, the outlines of the relationship?
The abuse of the word: if you know your mail-carries first name, you have moved into a comfortable relation with you mail-carrier. However, there is not an intimate confirmation in a relationship with our mail-carrier. Intimate is another word that is misused.
Intimacy comes when we - watch this now - when we open up and expose the details of our lives with someone we what? - trust! I have to trust you to share you to share me intimately. Now if you fall falsely on trust of another, that trust become the subject of gossip. Now you have put your business out there by your own actions. You failed to commit to the diligence of qualifying an intimate relationship you merely wanted to trust. Usually a soul to cosign your nonsense.
The intimacy of trust in a romantic - physically Satisfying - relationship cannot exist without the intimacy of trust. Trust that he is the man he proclaimed to be. That she is the wo-man she claimed to be. Ladies, if he don't step to you with his Real man pants on - don't take yours off! Gentlemen, if she was a ho when you met her, she is going to be a ho when you date her. . It is not about the need of the physical satisfaction 'cause you can do that by yourself. If ain't got a man you got a hand . . .work it. So it is not about the physical love because everyone you "get with" does not love you and you don't love them. It is about the trust of having a relationship with a person we trust. We can only trust someone if we know and trust ourselves first. To thine own self be true. Stop telling lies to yourself fist.
Most of us are living an unsatisfied life because of the lies we tell ourselves. If we ho-hopping around we say "I will stop when the right one comes around. And I will know if he is the right one". No you won't - because you have a bad vantage point from your knees. We look in the mirror and say "I am not fat - my people or big boneded". It has nothing to do with your momma, daddy, auntie, brother, or sister weight. - you Are indeed Fat. All the high dollar, too tight, too big, or "i'mma get into this next summer" clothes don't guess the fact the you need to take fewer trips to the drive thru and a few more to the whole food grocer.
One of the biggest lies we women allow ourselves to tell ourselves is "he can't handle me 'caue I am a strong educated/smart woman".Huh? If you are all that, how could he Not want you?? What would be lanyap, butta, that is extra nice! Right?
These lies stem from not having the strength of character to accept our own faults. Not being satisfied with who is truly in the mirror. I am not talking about the made-up, make-up selves. Rather, the real woman who needs to trust in being satisfied with the relationship she has not primarily with self, but; with the One she has, where her - our - true unshakable trust and help comes from - GOD.
Stop trying to hide out in your own world and trust in the Kingdom and purpose HE has for you - for us. Jeremiah 29:11 - 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. " He knows what you need to be satisfied!
Strengthen your relationship with God, you will not only be satisfied - you will have so little time to bug on anything that does not fall under the Utopia of being Heavenly blessed. The first conversation that should be had in any relationship is "Do you Believe in God?" That will dictate the pace of every conversation and motion in the confines of your intimate relationships.
Trust that.
The abuse of the word: if you know your mail-carries first name, you have moved into a comfortable relation with you mail-carrier. However, there is not an intimate confirmation in a relationship with our mail-carrier. Intimate is another word that is misused.
Intimacy comes when we - watch this now - when we open up and expose the details of our lives with someone we what? - trust! I have to trust you to share you to share me intimately. Now if you fall falsely on trust of another, that trust become the subject of gossip. Now you have put your business out there by your own actions. You failed to commit to the diligence of qualifying an intimate relationship you merely wanted to trust. Usually a soul to cosign your nonsense.
The intimacy of trust in a romantic - physically Satisfying - relationship cannot exist without the intimacy of trust. Trust that he is the man he proclaimed to be. That she is the wo-man she claimed to be. Ladies, if he don't step to you with his Real man pants on - don't take yours off! Gentlemen, if she was a ho when you met her, she is going to be a ho when you date her. . It is not about the need of the physical satisfaction 'cause you can do that by yourself. If ain't got a man you got a hand . . .work it. So it is not about the physical love because everyone you "get with" does not love you and you don't love them. It is about the trust of having a relationship with a person we trust. We can only trust someone if we know and trust ourselves first. To thine own self be true. Stop telling lies to yourself fist.
Most of us are living an unsatisfied life because of the lies we tell ourselves. If we ho-hopping around we say "I will stop when the right one comes around. And I will know if he is the right one". No you won't - because you have a bad vantage point from your knees. We look in the mirror and say "I am not fat - my people or big boneded". It has nothing to do with your momma, daddy, auntie, brother, or sister weight. - you Are indeed Fat. All the high dollar, too tight, too big, or "i'mma get into this next summer" clothes don't guess the fact the you need to take fewer trips to the drive thru and a few more to the whole food grocer.
One of the biggest lies we women allow ourselves to tell ourselves is "he can't handle me 'caue I am a strong educated/smart woman".Huh? If you are all that, how could he Not want you?? What would be lanyap, butta, that is extra nice! Right?
These lies stem from not having the strength of character to accept our own faults. Not being satisfied with who is truly in the mirror. I am not talking about the made-up, make-up selves. Rather, the real woman who needs to trust in being satisfied with the relationship she has not primarily with self, but; with the One she has, where her - our - true unshakable trust and help comes from - GOD.
Stop trying to hide out in your own world and trust in the Kingdom and purpose HE has for you - for us. Jeremiah 29:11 - 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. " He knows what you need to be satisfied!
Strengthen your relationship with God, you will not only be satisfied - you will have so little time to bug on anything that does not fall under the Utopia of being Heavenly blessed. The first conversation that should be had in any relationship is "Do you Believe in God?" That will dictate the pace of every conversation and motion in the confines of your intimate relationships.
Trust that.
No furry . . .
Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned
But, after you have wreaked havoc . . . you are still scorned.
And who the hell is going to want to pick up with you after . . .he has examined - or been told - of your carnage?
And at-the-end-of-the-day . . .
He still does not what you or what you represent
So who - really - are you furious with?
But, after you have wreaked havoc . . . you are still scorned.
And who the hell is going to want to pick up with you after . . .he has examined - or been told - of your carnage?
And at-the-end-of-the-day . . .
He still does not what you or what you represent
So who - really - are you furious with?
Up There
Why is it my sisters don't speak
We walked side by side
yet our eyes never meet
You stare right through me
as if I wasn't even there
then you turn your nose up
straight up in the air
Or you looks at me
like I stole somethin
maybe you think it was your man and me
off somewheres humpin
You need to quit
and accept this my sister
. . .and brothers
you and me come from the same Mother
Her burden's is our
Her troubles we all share
So come on down baby
What y'all looking for up there
We walked side by side
yet our eyes never meet
You stare right through me
as if I wasn't even there
then you turn your nose up
straight up in the air
Or you looks at me
like I stole somethin
maybe you think it was your man and me
off somewheres humpin
You need to quit
and accept this my sister
. . .and brothers
you and me come from the same Mother
Her burden's is our
Her troubles we all share
So come on down baby
What y'all looking for up there
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Sexy Coffee
Brew a strong pot of coffee
Pour a cup
add:
1 shot butterscotch schnapps
1 shot Jose Cuervo Black
Creamer of your choice
Mix
Top with alcohol infused chocolate whipped topping
Drizzle chocolate syrup
ENJOY!
Pour a cup
add:
1 shot butterscotch schnapps
1 shot Jose Cuervo Black
Creamer of your choice
Mix
Top with alcohol infused chocolate whipped topping
Drizzle chocolate syrup
ENJOY!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Blocked . . .
I have been thinking about but stuck, on what to write about today. However one thing has been recurring for the past couple of days.
I heard a report on a radio show - I think it was Michael Baisden - one out of every four American is considered obese. By 2016 it will be one of every two adult American will be obese. So what I am stuck on is - why? Why are we so grossly overweight? I have struggles with my weight for the greater part of my adult life, and - I have suffered through two heart attacks/heart related issues. So I damn sure know better.
The best answer I can come up with is, because we are lazy. Americans take for granted everything! We justify our slothful actions with because we want to and we can. The worse part is we are passing these horrendous habits onto our children. Thus, they will continue the habits, and because we have not instilled in them steadfast actions, thoughts, and practices, a great many of us will bury our children. Bug on that! We will put our children in the grave before their time and because we were to lazy to teach them better.
I have a 15 year-old nephew that if he does not weight 250 plus pounds my name is not what it is. Senseless. And his parents weigh 100 plus pounds more than that.
I have a theory. I call it "syrup sandwiches". You see I know what it is to eat - and enjoy, partly because I didn't know that it was not so enjoyable - but I know what it is like to have a syrup sandwich. Because that was all we HAD to eat. Somewhere in our psyche we came to believe somehow the premise of syrup sandwiches were beneath our offspring. So what now - the person you brought into this world is better than you?!?! Nope!
Those meager meals made us hungry for more. We got our homes younger than our parents purchased theirs. We went further with our education. We did not have to chop cotton, use segregated bathrooms, or shop before sun down because we were not allowed out after dark. We were made stronger, more determined, steadfast, mindful, respectful and appreciative. And, we ate syrup sandwiches. We had to earn new everything, new clothes, new things, new gadgets, magazines so we could pull out the centerfolds of Right On magazine and plaster the poster of LL Cool Jay on the wall. And we ate syrup sandwiches. We borrowed $5.00 from our parents to get gas in the lawnmower of our fathers, or our neighbors to earn money for Jordache jeans. And we ate syrup sandwiches.
We knew how to get by on meager. We didn't weight 200 pounds and call it "pleasantly plump". There is nothing pleasant about a fat adult. Even less pleasing for a fat child.
We are addicted to food! As we are addicted to over indulgence, and half assing, and laziness - because we can. Because we lost our appreciation of syrup sandwiches. We have bread a generation of people who we made to believe were too good for syrup sandwiches. Too good for what sustained our lives. We have raised a bunch of fat lazy people who believe they are entitled because we are too lazy to tell them "no",
How do we get on track? Now we have to show them better than we can tell them. Baby steps is how we start. When we drive to work park further away. On our breaks - scheduled or not - return to your vehicle and move it even further away. Get in minimally 5,000 steps a day. Increase those steps from week to week. Eat your food on a smaller plate. Chew slowly. Drink more water. Chase those bad ass kids around the house or around the yard. If you have anything to do on the weekend that is within a one mile radius - walk. It does not require a gym membership. Walking is free.
If our bodes are our temples then lets treat ourselves fundamentally better. Lets create better bodies on the strength of syrup sandwiches, hold the crap and - unblock our minds, unblock bad habits, help unblock our arteries - and give our kids a healthy helping of a syrup sandwich! Unlock their potential.
I heard a report on a radio show - I think it was Michael Baisden - one out of every four American is considered obese. By 2016 it will be one of every two adult American will be obese. So what I am stuck on is - why? Why are we so grossly overweight? I have struggles with my weight for the greater part of my adult life, and - I have suffered through two heart attacks/heart related issues. So I damn sure know better.
The best answer I can come up with is, because we are lazy. Americans take for granted everything! We justify our slothful actions with because we want to and we can. The worse part is we are passing these horrendous habits onto our children. Thus, they will continue the habits, and because we have not instilled in them steadfast actions, thoughts, and practices, a great many of us will bury our children. Bug on that! We will put our children in the grave before their time and because we were to lazy to teach them better.
I have a 15 year-old nephew that if he does not weight 250 plus pounds my name is not what it is. Senseless. And his parents weigh 100 plus pounds more than that.
I have a theory. I call it "syrup sandwiches". You see I know what it is to eat - and enjoy, partly because I didn't know that it was not so enjoyable - but I know what it is like to have a syrup sandwich. Because that was all we HAD to eat. Somewhere in our psyche we came to believe somehow the premise of syrup sandwiches were beneath our offspring. So what now - the person you brought into this world is better than you?!?! Nope!
Those meager meals made us hungry for more. We got our homes younger than our parents purchased theirs. We went further with our education. We did not have to chop cotton, use segregated bathrooms, or shop before sun down because we were not allowed out after dark. We were made stronger, more determined, steadfast, mindful, respectful and appreciative. And, we ate syrup sandwiches. We had to earn new everything, new clothes, new things, new gadgets, magazines so we could pull out the centerfolds of Right On magazine and plaster the poster of LL Cool Jay on the wall. And we ate syrup sandwiches. We borrowed $5.00 from our parents to get gas in the lawnmower of our fathers, or our neighbors to earn money for Jordache jeans. And we ate syrup sandwiches.
We knew how to get by on meager. We didn't weight 200 pounds and call it "pleasantly plump". There is nothing pleasant about a fat adult. Even less pleasing for a fat child.
We are addicted to food! As we are addicted to over indulgence, and half assing, and laziness - because we can. Because we lost our appreciation of syrup sandwiches. We have bread a generation of people who we made to believe were too good for syrup sandwiches. Too good for what sustained our lives. We have raised a bunch of fat lazy people who believe they are entitled because we are too lazy to tell them "no",
How do we get on track? Now we have to show them better than we can tell them. Baby steps is how we start. When we drive to work park further away. On our breaks - scheduled or not - return to your vehicle and move it even further away. Get in minimally 5,000 steps a day. Increase those steps from week to week. Eat your food on a smaller plate. Chew slowly. Drink more water. Chase those bad ass kids around the house or around the yard. If you have anything to do on the weekend that is within a one mile radius - walk. It does not require a gym membership. Walking is free.
If our bodes are our temples then lets treat ourselves fundamentally better. Lets create better bodies on the strength of syrup sandwiches, hold the crap and - unblock our minds, unblock bad habits, help unblock our arteries - and give our kids a healthy helping of a syrup sandwich! Unlock their potential.
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