Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Woodworks

Why do they always come out of the woodwork all of a sudden?  And why is it this is the way guys ask you out,  "Hey, I'm sooo bored, you should come over."  Why in the world would I want to come over to your boring house, sit on your boring couch, and chill with your boring ass?  And why call me telling me you are bored?   Do I look like entertainment?  Am I a showgirl, an amusement park?  Lastly, what makes you think I would want to come to your house and I barely know you? Men, step your game up.  It's tired.  I'm tired.  Sheesh!





Monday, August 29, 2011

Worst way

Sweeter than Candy
Sweeter than Sugar from a sugar cane
Sweeter than honey
You got me wanting you in the worst way
My heart gets so excited Every time I hear your name
Your love is so surprising
Got me feenin you everyday
Every time I see you
My knees get weak and I can't deny
That if you wanted to
I'd give it to you in a second b4 you could bat an eye
Rockin and Rollin darling
Is what I want to do
I need you right now boy
Tell me what you gonna do
My body's calling for ya
So You should...give it to me boy
Things u do they drive me crazy
Got me wanting you more and more

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Technology

I'm disappointed.  Every time I watch an episode of  "The Jetsons".  I think, "Where in the hell is my flying car?"  I mean really the world has had a good 20 something years to figure it out.  That's about how long I've been watching the dang cartoon.  I believe we have the ability to make this world so beautiful and technologically advanced.  It is painful to see people only focusing to make one thing..."money".  When is the last time something truly ingenious has been invented?  When is the last time you actually had one man come out and say, "I have the cure for (input disease or virus here)!"  You haven't.  It's always some bs.  Here is a list of inventions I would love to see in the market for the average Joe to have before I die:

1) The flying car
2) People and object teleportation devices
3) Embryo carrier ( for the on the go moms, alcoholic moms, and druggie moms)
4) An underwater frictionless subway that connects from the east coast of the US to Europe that can move over 200 mph DOES NOT RUN ON GAS
5) An underground or above ground subway same as the underwater that extends coast to coast in the US.
6) The breakfast machine
7) Instant grow lawn (and i ain't talking chia pets)
8) Instant gourmet meal maker
9) Virtual Vacations (for those who do not have time or cant afford an actual one)
10) Time travel stations
11) Can we make a resort on the moon already?
12) wireless electricity
13) robot butlers and housekeepers
14) keyboard free computer activated telepathically
15) A dress you up closet (just like jetsons)
16) A fix my hair thingamabob (just like the jetsons)
17) A molecular ray used to diagnose illnesses and symptoms equipped with smart technology to tell you what you should do to fix it. 
18) A do my nails thingamabob (just like the jetsons)
19) left and right  up and down elevators
20)  hands/ feet free cars.  all you do is program in your destination and it gets you there

This is what I thought about today at work...  I swear the world is so lame.  We are way behind.  I feel like we are in the dark ages.  :(

Can't find my cool!

I loose all my cool when he calls, when I'm near him.  I mean really? WTF?  Him and I text all the time.  However, he calls and I run out of things to say?  He calls and I'm fumbling to find topics of conversation.  He calls and I lose all competency.  Why am I so enamoured by him.  You know how Doug Funny acts around Patty Mayonnaise?  Well, that's me with him.  I wish  I knew what he was feelin...

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Crushing hard, much? Poem

I wanna be your the first thought you have when you wake up and the last thought you have before you turn in for the night.
I wanna be the one you call to make a perfect day just right.
I wanna be the one you want to cuddle with on rainy days.
I wanna be the one you think about when passing by a Tiffany's.
I wanna be the one to hold you down when and if you need.
I wanna be your backup when you are too weak to lead.
I wanna know your all your achievements.
I wanna accept all your flaws.
I wanna love you unconditionally and let you tear down my walls. 
I wanna be your Claire Huxtable, your Florance Nightingale too.
I wanna be your fantasy and make all your dreams come true.
I wanna be your muse.
I wanna be your Queen.
I want you to feel like with me you can conquer anything.
I wanna talk about babies.
I wanna talk about life. 
Hell, I wanna make some babies and build us a life.
I wanna be your passion I wanna be your desire.
I wanna be the one who cools you down like water does to fire.
I wanna be so many things to you that you can't possibly equate...
But right now I'll  be happy to settle for a first date.....

Ode to the Men in my life...

Dad
Divorced my mom when I was three.  Never tried to find me.  I found him.  Married, three kids.  Where did I fit in 23 years later?  I didn't.  I wanted to get to know him, he wanted me to get to know them.  That would have been fine.  If he would've just made some time.... to get to know us.  He couldn't do it, so I felt I had to keep it movin. 

Stepdads numbers 1&2 and mom's ex-boyfriend...
You all seemed nice enough.  I'm sure your intentions were good.  My mom came with baggage, you seemed like you understood.  You tried to teach and discipline both my brothers as you thought you should.  Differences in parenting stood in your way of nurturing their manhood.  Instead of standing up to mom and telling her to give you time. You stood back and ultimately fled the scene. I guess it was easier to say "well they're not mine."  I have no ill will toward any of you.  Even though some of you I should.  I know relationships are difficult. People and situations get misunderstood.  Your actions I'll always remember. Time has passed and wounds are healed.  When it's time to have my own, men like you I will never yield. 

Uncle
Always been around.  Him and my Aunt go through their ups and downs.  He says I'm the favorite and he will do anything for me.  That can't be too true because when I ask, I never receive.  So what do I do?  I stop asking for things.  And this is completely OK.  I'm not your responsibility anyway.  I appreciate the words of endearment and all.  But that's where we end it.  That's where the line is drawn.

Big Brother
I love him so much.  We have our issues, but forever we can never be out of touch.  That's my blood and he comes through time and again.  He's an alright big brother, and an awesome friend.  I pray he flourishes like he always writes. He tries so hard to turn his wrongs into rights.  I can't quite look up to him they way I would like, but he's definitely a person I want to always keep in my life.  I love this man and he only gets better as he grows.  I thank God that he made this guy one of my bros.  So, cool and collected and knows what he knows.  I get my swag from him and he taught me how to always land on my soles.  

Baby Brother
Little boy, I love him.  He thinks he's a man.  He's just a baby having babies. He had too much time on his hands. When he was in high school, I had to pick up my mom's slack.  She was busy with her drama.  We got in the way of that.  So, I kept a job and got him all the extras like mom used to do for big bro and me.  Got him his kicks and fits for school, made sure he stayed clean. Got him a celly and paid the bill.  All he had to do, was keep his grades up and see the school thing through. At first he was focused he had football and music to keep him occupied.  But I suppose it wasn't enough because it all went awry.  It was my time to leave the nest and I guess things went from bad to worse.  My baby bro dropped out of school after that his life forever cursed. Four kids later, with no diploma or GED, he spends his days and nights in jail, state property.  I cry for my lil bro, I gave everything that I could. I wish I would've given him lessons in manhood.  God knows I tried,  but I'm not a qualified teacher I was still trying to find my stride.  I love my lil bro and I pray he finds his way.  I hope when he gets out he sees a brand new day.  Doesn't take people for granted and love his children hard.  I hope he leaves the hoes alone and reaches for the stars.  He is such a talented person full of potential.  He's gotta change his ways. At this point, it's essential...

Big Brother by Another Mother

I hated you. I hated all the negative things you did to my friend.  I hated that she loved you in spite of your actions. I had no clue what she saw in you.  I just couldn't stand you. I told you this to your face, cared not for what you had to say. It felt like over night, you took all that was wrong and made it right.   I love how you proved me wrong.  I love how you and my friend lasted so long.  I love how you decided to be the head of your family.  I love the positive male role model you turned out to be. I love how you made me eat my words. It doesn't happen normally.  I love you, bro, respectfully!

To these men, thanks for helping me develop my swag, my intuition, my independence, my durability,and  my strength. I had no perfect male role model figure. I got to see first hand man's imperfection. I thank God he put positive and negative men in my life and allowed me to witness how they can change.  It gives me faith that I will find the right man for me. 



Military facebook post that angered me....

"My friends go to college, I go to war. At the same hour they wake up to decide not to go to class or call in sick to work, I've been at work for hours. Their alarms wake them up, my alarms send me to cover. They make plans based on how they feel, I do as the schedule that was put out to me demands. They can't wait to leave their homes, I can't wait to get back. But when we look back at our respective lives they will like theirs and I will be damn proud of mine.." 

This quote was posted in facebook by one of my students who, frankly, couldn't cut it at the university and recently decided to join the military.  The young man was in school for about 4 semesters with a whooping GPA of 1.3. His family spent $10,000.00 per semester on tuition alone! The boy barley made it out of boot camp.  He is now at his training school. Not to mention, he has never touched foreign soil in his life, let alone to fight a war. 

I commend this kid for correcting his life path and finding something that he is truly passionate about.  He obviously was not cut out for college.  The military is truly, his saving grace.  This is the case for many.  However, I have a problem when you have the audacity to belittle a group of people and their life choice just because they are not doing what you are.  It's rude, nasty, shows your weak character and all the real reasons your ass couldn't cut it as a civilian.  Point blank: You need guidance 24/7 of your natural born existence. 

It more than likely has to do with your parents coddling you throughout your life including keeping you in school with a dismal GPA.  People like you expect to be told what to do because if you're not told, you'll more than likely forget! My prayer for this kid is that he doesn't end up on the front lines.... at least not without his commanding officer standing right next to him and giving him explicit step by step instruction on what to do and when.

 


My Greatest Desire/Fear

I have tons of friends and a family that loves me.  It doesn't shake the deep longing to have and nurture my own family.  I want this so bad.  I want to be in love.  I want to be in that "wash yo dirty drawers" type love.  I  want children. Yes, I said it.  I want kidsss.  Yes, it's plural.  I want to teach them how to be good and kind.  To love all. Know their history and where they come from and be proud of it.  I want to raise leaders and innovators and inventors.  Little fashionistas and artists.  This is what would make me happiest.  I know it is hard work to love and teach like that. However, to me,  I can't see any thing else that could be more fulfilling than to be a GREAT wife and mom.  I look into my future and my aspiration to be a wife and mom seems so bleak.  I feel I have a better chance of hitting the lottery.  I guess a girl can dream.

Sooooo much on my mind

I gotta get it off.  First, I was inspired to start blogging because of a new friend.  I do not like facebook anymore.  It died when it started changing into Twitter and since my dumb butt added all my work friends and started using it for my private business.  I do not like twitter.   To me, twitter is the "LOOK AT ME" network.  I don't want to be judged, noticed, or anything.  I just want to express what's on my mind.  Blogging gives you nothing but space and opportunity!  I have tons to say and I don't know how to say it all.  I'm so happy that I do not have to worry about offending anyone! :)