Footsies

As I venture around the wonderful world wide web, I've noticed lots of photos of, you guessed it...feet! 

This is one of my fav pairs of shoes & I can wear them all day without issue.

Like many other women, I love shoes!  I especially love those shoes that make my long legs even sexier than I've been told they are when I'm wearing my short skirts/dresses.

What is it about the high-heeled shoe that will make us endure  discomfort?  I'll admit to having my share of cute shoe pain, all in the name of vanity or as they say these days, preserving my sexy.

Even tho I'm overweight, my feet didn't get the memo!  (Thank goodness for small favors.) I'm still able to put on & work my 'hooka heels' {as my road dawg KitKat calls them when I wear them to work} & sashay with the best of 'em!  

I really get a kick out of the skinny heffas at my office who say, "Those shoes are cute" when I know "How does her fat ass walk in those shoes?" is what they are really thinking. That's right bitches!!  Don't choke!

I recently bought a pair of 4 inch skinny heels, but I had to return them.  Mama couldn't hang.  I'm OK with 3.5 inch heels being my max.  I'm damn near 6ft tall in the 3.5's anyway.

Fellas - what exactly is it about women's feet and/or shoes that makes you ga-ga?

Ladies - do you endure a lil shoe pain in the name of vanity?

I Don't Like Spiders & Snakes!

Does anyone remember that song?  Jim Stafford sang it (thanks Faytal).  For the record, I'm not afraid of either...just thought it was a catchy title.

Friends, what animate and/or inanimate object(s) are you afraid of?

My nephew, Adrian, is deathly afraid of clowns & has never even seen Stephen King's It.  I think It would send that child over the edge.

My nephew, Darnell, as a young kid, was afraid of the intro music to Tales from the Crypt.  On the 1st note, that boy hauled ass!  It was hilarious! 

Playcuzzin has/had a fear of ashes.   Maybe he really has a fear of cremation & just doesn't realize it.  In his defense, he ain't wrapped too tight at times, so I'm really not surprised. 

I watch a lot of Discovery Channel, so alot of marine life scares me.  I love the beach & the ocean, but I will not go into water that is not clear.  

Case in point - I went into the Gulf of Mexico at South Padre Island a few years ago & the water was murky, but I toughed it out....until seaweed floated across my thighs!  I just knew it was a damn jellyfish.  Needless to say, I got the hell outta the Gulf....after I fell forward & ended up with a mouth full of salt water.

By the way, that's a Black Widow Spider above.  Isn't she lovely?

PS There's a phobia spreadsheet attachment for your reading pleasure.

Attachment: PHOBIAS.xls

My Shot at Interracial Dating

Magic/Mister/Doctor Mike has a blog on a similar subject.  His reply to my reply is what prompted me to share my experience.

About 5 years ago I met a guy at conference.  I could feel him watching me for most of the presentation.  It didn't creep me out or anything, but I did wonder what the hell he found so fascinating about me. 

During the break he came over & introduced himself. His name was Kim....yeah you heard me, Kim.  The man was Asian & about 4 inches shorter than me.  I spoke back & we engaged in lite conversation....or at least he did....we had a lil language barrier problem.  I had to ask him to repeat damn near everything he said. 

After the conference he gave me his card & had written his cell # on he back, and then asked for mine.  I thought, "What the hell...give it to him."  He called me a few days later.  Honestly, I had no intentions on calling him. 

After asking him to repeat himself several times, he asked if I had Yahoo.  I told him I did & we exchanged IM IDs.  Chatting was sooooooo much better.  He invited me dinner & told me to pick the place.  I did.

The day I was supposed to meet him, I called my BFF and gave her his info, told her where I was going & was on my way.

I got to the restaurant about 30 minutes early & he was sitting outside waiting for me. He held open the door & a table was waiting for us.

I looked over the menu & mentioned there were too many good choices.  He replied, "Whatever you want is fine." (once I understood him of course).  I ordered a very pricey surf & turf meal & a few cocktails.  It was dee-lish!  The dessert tray came around & I was gonna get the Bananas Foster when he suggested I should me try something new, so I did.  I ordered key lime pie.  It was OK.  Should've gotten my damn BF.

As we tried to talk over dinner I kept asking him to repeat himself.  It was very annoying for me, but it didn't seem to bother him.

It was then that I knew I'd never see this man again. 

We finished dinner, he paid the bill & we left.

He walked me to my car, tried to kiss me but I turned my cheek.  Did I mention we were eye to eye, but he was on the curb & I was on the surface.  (Me & my damn height hangups....)  I thanked him for the lovely dinner, got in my car & left. 

He called me several times after that evening, but I never answered.  I just couldn't bear to hurt his feelings.  I also deleted the IM ID I'd given him.

He finally gave up.

I hope he found what he was looking for.  I honestly think he might've been trying to fulfill some BBBW fantasy or curiosity with me.  Don't ask me why I think that...I just do.

The End.

Now, I know y'all got questions, so fire away.

 

Do you remember Da Ha Da Ha?

Now I KNOW y'all remember this one. I think I was in the 6th grade when this came out. We loved this silly ass song.

Guestbook Glittery Comments & all that Jazz

While I appreciate the thoughts that come with the tags, I would rather you not leave them in my guestbook.  I just visited a friend's guestbook and a MySpace ad is covering part of her comment box due to the glittery tag thingy left by a previous visitor.

Personally, I would much rather read & display personal messages versus the copied & pasted tags. 

I log on at work so I definitely don't want the Adult Hump Day or Freaky Friday ones. 

Don't get me wrong because I love graphics & some of your pages are very nice.  It makes my page hopping that much more enjoyable.

The tags, however,  take me back to my BlackPlanet days & currently MySpace (which I loathe).  With BP you did have the option to turn HTML off.

No disrespect to anyone who has left one for me, cause I still *heart* all y'all!!

My feelings won't be hurt if I don't get a "It's the Weekend Baby" or "Kiss My Ass" tag.

XOXO

DIY Network : Home Improvement, Craft Ideas, Gardening, Autos & Woodworking Projects and Videos

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I love watching this channel too & hope to put some of their tips & tricks to work.

HGTV : Decorating, Remodeling, Home Improvement & Gardening Ideas, Videos and more : Home & Garden Television

http://www.hgtv.com/
I haven't used a thing I've learned here, but I love watching this channel.

When A Girl....

becomes a woman.  You see, my friends, no one ever to bothered to teach me about "becoming a woman"....well technically anyway. 

The summer of '84 was one I'll never forget.   I was 12 and for as long as I could remember, I spent every weekend & summer at my grandparent's house. 

One morning I woke up with a stomach ache.  I wasn't hungry & no, I didn't have gas.  I didn't know what was wrong with me, I just knew something wasn't right. 

Later on in the day, I felt something coming from me, so I went to check it out.  Low & behold there's blood in my panties & I didn't know why.  I panicked!   I cleaned myself up, wadded the washcloth & my  panties up, found a bag & took them straight to the dumpster in the alley.  I sat on the back porch & cried.  Why the heck did you cry, you ask?  Well, about one week earlier, I had my very 1st french kiss from a boy down the street & I thought the blood in my panties was a result.  I was so afraid to tell anyone since I knew what the consequences of my grandparents finding out about me & that boy would be!   Needless to say, I kept my "shame" to myself. 

Just about a month later, it happened again!!  Hold up!  I haven't been anywhere near any boys since the last time this crap happened....what gives?!

I thought Muda would become suspicious when the toilet paper & paper towels started disappearing faster than usual, but she never said anything more than, "You all better stop wasting my paper products!"

Call me crazy but for some reason, I thought this madness that was happening to me would stop. 

It's mid-Sept and I was in the 6th grade.  It's about another hour before the bell rings & school is out & then I "feel" it again.  Dammit!   I sat in my seat until the classroom had cleared and when I stood up, white pants ruined, Mrs. Hill (God love her) said, "Come with me."  She had a closet full of sanitary products.  Apparently this crap happens to 6th grade girls all the time.  She explained what was happening to me as I changed into my gym clothes for the walk home.  I was embarrassed but relieved to know that I hadn't done anything wrong. 

I made my way home & when my mom asked what happened at school today, I just pulled my ruined white jeans out of my book bag & handed them to her.   She said, "Oh Lord."  Then she called Muda.  I could hear Muda say, "You better get her some "napkins" because she's too young for those damn Tampax you use".  Now I'm thinking, "What the hell is a napkin & why do I need them?!  I need pads!"  Me & mom went to the store.  She went down the aisle of sanitary products & I shamefully lurked away from her.  I didn't want anyone seeing me buying pads! 

Well that was over 20 years ago & after becoming a teen mother, I was more than happy to go down "that aisle" in the store.

I used my experience to warn my friends with daughters to talk to them about their pending menstrual cycles sooner that later!

My God-daughter, started at 10, but her mom talked to her when she was about 9, so she knew what to expect.

Now I just wanna know why in the sam hell my mother & grandmother didn't have a box of pads in the house?!    They, of all people, knew this day would come.  I guess I was lucky that my mom borrowed a pad from a teen-aged neighbor & didn't leave me, as Biz Markie said, "Stranded on the toilet bowl!"

Original 360 post (if you wanna copy & paste your original reply)

FLY Fusion Pentop Computer

http://www.flyworld.com/index.html
Where was this contraption when I was in college?

Kids & Condoms

As most of you know, my son is damn near grown. He's gotta be 6ft tall, very dark skin, lean muscular build, hair (longer than I care for it to be) in braids, twist, etc., & he's 4-eyed. I guess he must be "in-style" because my phone rang like he paid the damn bill.

Anyway, a while back I was preparing to do some thangs & checked my condom stash, like I normally would {nothing like getting all hot & bothered & needing to run the damn drugstore}. I pull my stash & it's rather light. Now I know what I've been doing & not doing. There's only one explanation, the boy has been in my stash!!

1st let me say I was a lil heartbroken because after all, that's my baby boy. 2ndly I was relieved that all my safe sex preaching didn't go in one ear & out of the other.

Keep in mind I'd ask him periodically if he was having sex & he always said no. I figured he couldn't lie his way out of this one. 

I did him just like Mama did me. I cornered & asked him point blank, "Are you having sex & did you take my condoms?" Imagine his shock. He just stood there looking dumb for a moment. So I asked again. He replied with the usual, "Well....err.....ummmm." I politely told my child that even tho I was disappointed that he didn't come to me 1st like I've been asking for the last 5 years, I was glad he had sense enough to protect himself.

I asked him why didn't he just tell me he needed condoms. He replied, "Maaaaaaaaa, that's just not something you tell your mother." I reminded him that I was 17 once & not that long ago. The only difference was, at 17, I was cradling him in my arms.

We talked a lil bit more & my final words to him were, "If you must go to my stash, leave a note, send a text message or something, letting me know what you have taken." He asked why. I simply stated, "I like to fuck too." I think I scarred him for life.  {Served his thieving ass right, don't cha think?}

Moral Dilemma

I needed a folding chair & had a coupon for 25% off at a local office supply store, so off I went. 

I get to the store, see the chair on display but not on the shelf.  A CSR comes over to help.  He locates the chair, in a box, behind some other items.  He carries to box to the check out for me.  He even waits & carries the box to my car.

I get home & in my attempt to remove the box from the trunk, the contents slipped out.  I never realized the box was open, since I never laid hands on it.  Much to my surprise, there were two (2) chairs on the box.  I flipped it over & realized the box originally held four (4) chairs.  I've never worked retail, but I'm guessing ole boy was supposed to pull a chair from the box since a SKU was on the chairs and not give me the entire (I'm thinking inventory) box.  Oh well.  Lucky me...2 for 1 right?  Well maybe not.

In a casual convo with a friend, I mentioned my accidental luck & he asked, "Are you gonna take the extra one back?"  *insert Silky's patented record scratch here*  My reply was, "Hell naw!  It's not like I stole it.  I never laid hands on it.  I'm a good customer so I see it as a tiny reward for the hundreds of dollars I've spent in that place."  He replied with,"It's dishonest & you need to take it back.  You might cost that young man his job."  Again, I've never worked retail so I'on really know.

So here I sit, with my 2 for 1 folding chairs.  On one hand, wondering if my keeping this $21 (after discount) chair could really cost the CSR his job.    On the other, remembering my grandpa telling me to, "Never look a gift horse in the mouth."

Lie Bumps

These painful red or white bumps on the tongue are called transient lingual papillitis in M.D.-speak. (They're called lie bumps in the South because of an old tale that telling a whopper would bring one on.) The true culprit: sharp or crusty foods that cause teeth to scrape the tongue's papillae, or taste buds. Irritation also occurs from over-consumption of acidic edibles such as tomatoes and orange juice. The papillae will heal on their own in a few days, but you can ease the pain with OTC protective gels such as Orabase or Zilactin-B.

....and here I am, 30+ years later after my mama & granny told me the "lie bump" tale, trying to figure out what I lied about & when. I guess my daily intake of orange-pineapple juice to avoid colds & flu backfired on me.

No comments from the peanut gallery on my au naturale photo either...I used it for the effect.

Sunday Smooth Groove - Lorenzo - Make Love 2 Me

Another one of my favs from my clubbing days.

St. Louis

U.N.V - Something's Going On

This takes me back to my hardcore clubbing days. I love this song.

We are Family

...or at least that's what they told me. Me & my crazy kin.

Shoplifting

Have you ever been busted for shoplifting?

Never!

 

 11

Just once. I learned my lesson.

 

 4

A few times. I'm a risk taker.

 

 0

Girl, if I tell ya, I'll have to kill ya!

 

 2

I went out to lunch today with my friends/co-workers & it's always eventful.  Somehow we got on the subject of shoplifting & of course the stories started to flow.

Allow me to share a few of mine.

First, I'll admit to being a lip-gloss klepto in my pre-teen years.  My mama & granny refused to buy it for me, so I decided to cuff it.  I never pocketed more than lip-gloss and/or crazy color nail polish.  Luckily, I never got caught. 

My mother was one of those mothers who "hated nothing more than liars & thieves".  

One day my mother caught me with lip-gloss on.  My nickel-slick ass forgot to wash it off before I left school.  She asked where I got it from & of course all I could do was stand there and look stupid.  Her reply to my silence was, "I oughta march your lil thieving ass back downtown & make you tell them what you did!"  That scared me so bad, that was my last day as lip-gloss booster.   Of course, she had to tell er'body & their mama what I had done.  I was 1/2 past embarrassed for damn near a month.

On to my sister, who is 2 years my junior & a true klepto.  She would steal shit just to be stealing.  Dumb shit like cough syrup, nail clippers, character toothbrushes, etc.

She went to the store with her buddies & apparently they are racking up & get caught.  My sister who was about 12/13 had a bottle of Flintstone Vitamins!  Yep, you heard me right. 

At that age she didn't have any ID & the security would only release her to an adult. This is where coming from a small family isn't so great.  She had no choice but to call home.

My mother answers the phone & all I hear is "Who?! What?! When?! I'll be there!"  She was pissed. Not only did her child get caught stealing, she lied about her name.  Told security her name was Ashley something or the other, which is no where near her given name.

I head to the store with my mama so I could have front row center to Flintstone Vitamin Beatdown!  We walk in the security office & my sister gets nervous & starts to tear up.  My mother scowled at her and said, "Give yo' heart to Jesus, 'cause yo' ass is mine!"  I bout died!!! LMAO

My mother had to sign some papers & was told my sister would not be allowed in the store again unless my mother with her.  My sister slipped out of the door when my mother's back was turned & disappeared.  We went to the exit to see if we saw her & she was 1/2 way across the lot.  My mother, who could & did get ghetto at times, yelled, "Yo lil thieving ass can run all night, but I'm STILL gonna beat dogsled shit outta you!"  At that point I had to move away.  She hurt my feelings & she wasn't even talking to me.

Ahhhh...the memories.

Let's Have a Lil Friday Fun

 

This is a "highly scientific" (yeah, right) test that'll tell you all about your personality.

 

1. Reply to this blog by numbering your reply #1 thru #9.

 

2. In slots #1 & #5 list the names of two (2) people you are attracted to (must be "real" people - no celebs).  Last names not necessary.

 

3. In slots #2, #3 & #4 list the names of any three (3) friends or family members.  

4. In slots #6, #7, #8 & #9 list the titles of four (4) songs you like.

 

I'll be back later to let you know what your answers mean.

 

Here's what the list represents:

 

1. The person in slot #1 is the one you love.   The song in slot #6 matches this person.

 

2.  The person in slot #5 is someone you're really interested in but it just can't work out.   The song in slot #7 represents this person.

 

3.  The person in slot #2 is the one you care the most about.

 

4.  The person in slot #3 knows you really well.

 

5.  The person in slot #4 is your lucky star (whatever you want that to mean).

 

6.  The song in slot #8 tells you about your state of mind.

 

7.  The song in slot #9 represents how you feel about sex.

Caption This

  The Old Rappers Rest Home         Too Short asks, "Where my damn jello at?!"

Peanuts & Jelly Beans

Part I

I had a craving, but I couldn't identify it.  I made a stop in the candy aisle {I'm a fat girl, what did you expect? } and saw some Starburst jelly beans & then it hit me....peanuts & jelly beans!  That's what I wanted!  I just hate there are no white jelly beans {my fav} in the bag.

Part II

When we last talked it seemed only us native St. Louisans were familiar with this snack.  This was a staple for us who grew up in STL.  The best ones could be found at the Famous-Barr (now Macy's) candy counter.  If you ever crave a sweet & salty mixture, this will hook you up!

As you can tell, the bowl was close to being empty before I remembered to get a snapshot.

The next time anyone comes thru The Lou, Peanuts & Jelly Beans on me!

You Are a Margarita Jelly Bean

Wildly optimistic and jovial, you know how to get through anything with flair. You have a certain "je ne sais quoi" that makes you an alluring companion.

My Boo Idris Elba aka Big Driis

Ain't he fione?!

Yo Diggs....keep dreaming honey!

 

 

Lil Mo'

Say hello to the Original Lil Mo'!

My Personality Defined

 

I took The Five Factor personality quiz and these are the results. Quite interesting indeed.

Extroversion:

You have medium extroversion.
You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.
Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.
But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time." Just ask my family & friends!

Conscientiousness:

You have medium conscientiousness.
You're generally good at balancing work and play.
When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.
But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it. I keep my Multiply open at work. Need I say more?

Agreeableness:

You have low agreeableness.
Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.
In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.
And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently. After what I have lived thru, I doubt anyone would blame me.

Neuroticism:

You have medium neuroticism.
You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.
Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.
Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of. Can I get an Amen?!

Openness to experience:

Your openness to new experiences is medium.
You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.
But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.
You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue. Thought you knew!

One Year Ago Today....

We lost one of the most phenomenal R&B sensations to ever grace the stage - Mr. Gerald Levert.

Gerald was one of the greatest voices of my generation. His untimely passing broke a lot of hearts & opened plenty of eyes.

Now I know why my mama was crying when Marvin Gaye died.

 Rest in peace sweetheart. You are surely loved & are sorely missed.

Gerald Levert

Mo & Friends

For the Good Times!

My One-Year "Real" Soda Free Anniversary

Start:	Nov 22, '07 08:00a
End:	Nov 22, '07 08:00a

One year ago today, I decided to give up "real" soda for diet. I started off with Pepsi Jazz. It took some getting used to & now I can't tolerate "real" soda. My diet favs are Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream, Sunkist, Mountain Dew (and I hated regular Mountain Dew), 7-Up & Nestea Peach-Green Tea.

Top Ten Thursday

The Top 10 Reasons I Like/Love My Job

1. I'm bossy, grouchy & sometimes nosey. I get paid to be in other folks' business & boss them around. What more could I ask for?
2. I'm the youngest & only minority female on the management team.
3. I don't punch a clock. I'm free to come & go as I please.
4. Even tho I have a manager, she doesn't micro-manage me. I do my work, my way.
5. I get to put folks in their place, tactfully of course, and there's not a damn thing they can say or do.
6. As a young, black, teen mother, from the projects no less, it feels good when the higher educated, stuffed white shirts need to come to me for the answers.
7. I have the respect of the executives, managers, fellow middle managers & subordinates.
8. White folks think I'm the go-to person for all things "black". They know they won't be met with eye/neck rolling and attitude, when they simply want to know something about "us".
9. I have a say in all social functions. I try to make sure "we" aren't bored to tears or starve to death {which happened once & I'll tell about it later}.
10. Lastly, I can mess around on-line at my leisure & have no worries.

Now tell me what you like/love about your job.