Short Post:
When will I get someone who wants to do this to me?
I'm just saying...
make ME wet on the back of my knees....kiss my lips... do what it do...
smh. good nite
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Photoshop: the devil's work or a blessing from God!
Last night as I was in the throes of another insomnia bout, I came across this website that advertises the work of a photoshop artist. I guess I can say artist? Anyway, on the front page of his site there is a picture of Mary J Blige that he supposedly worked on, so I guess he is reputable.
Well, I start clicking on the pictures in the gallery. They are amazing. Some of are regular people for weddings or album covers and they look amazing in the after shot. But once you roll over the picture with your mouse you will see that they are old and busted like everyone else! Even the models look ordinary! This is a- ma-zing!! I NEED photoshop in my everyday life. I wouldn't have to wash my face and comb my hair... just spray on PHOTOSHOP! This stuff can even comb your fly aways... good-googly-moogly!! I could walk around with my belly hanging out singin' "Dontcha' wish ur GF was HAWT like Meh!!!" I would have long flowing hair with out having to sit for hours as Diane sewed in the Remy. My stretch marks would be history. That little bit of cellulite would be smooth as silk.SESSY!!! I'd be so bad that I'd have to repent...
So, is Photoshop good or bad?
I thought about my girl EYES, and her foray into Match.com. There was one guy she posted a picture of and he had taco meat all on his chest... No, No, No, No, No!!! Epic, colossal, fail! If he had Photoshop he could have smoothed that Mr. Brown belly and taco meat right off. He could have looked like Shamar Moore. Yummy!
But, would that have been fair to her and the other ladies? She probably would have to wait for her chance to talk to him because he would have been so popular and if he didn't have PHOTOSHOP in the can, she would have been disappointed. Suicidal even. (the sads)
But you CAN buy Photoshop!!! I remember this being bundled with our first computer, back in '99 or something. I never gave it much thought and didn't use it, But NOW there is some really good stuff out there. I can get Student and Teacher Ed. of Photoshop for about $90! Man, I could do some work to some of my Facebook photos. You know the ones that other folk put up and tag you in. I could fix that sweat on my forehead at Tony's Fourth of July party, the frizzy mess that is my hair at Ashley's graduation party, the pizza that is my face in my 10th grade chorus concert. I can rewrite history!!! I can be sessy instead of just cute.
So I am torn, is Photoshop good or bad? I know all about the body image problem it causes for young girls... it does for me too, but it sure is nice!
I guess I will go back to crunches and walks to get my Pussycat Doll body, but if they ever, I mean E-veah make a Photoshop in the can, I will be the first one in line for that stuff....Dontcha', Dontcha'!!
thanks for the video: Sealy1986
Well, I start clicking on the pictures in the gallery. They are amazing. Some of are regular people for weddings or album covers and they look amazing in the after shot. But once you roll over the picture with your mouse you will see that they are old and busted like everyone else! Even the models look ordinary! This is a- ma-zing!! I NEED photoshop in my everyday life. I wouldn't have to wash my face and comb my hair... just spray on PHOTOSHOP! This stuff can even comb your fly aways... good-googly-moogly!! I could walk around with my belly hanging out singin' "Dontcha' wish ur GF was HAWT like Meh!!!" I would have long flowing hair with out having to sit for hours as Diane sewed in the Remy. My stretch marks would be history. That little bit of cellulite would be smooth as silk.SESSY!!! I'd be so bad that I'd have to repent...
So, is Photoshop good or bad?
I thought about my girl EYES, and her foray into Match.com. There was one guy she posted a picture of and he had taco meat all on his chest... No, No, No, No, No!!! Epic, colossal, fail! If he had Photoshop he could have smoothed that Mr. Brown belly and taco meat right off. He could have looked like Shamar Moore. Yummy!
But, would that have been fair to her and the other ladies? She probably would have to wait for her chance to talk to him because he would have been so popular and if he didn't have PHOTOSHOP in the can, she would have been disappointed. Suicidal even. (the sads)
But you CAN buy Photoshop!!! I remember this being bundled with our first computer, back in '99 or something. I never gave it much thought and didn't use it, But NOW there is some really good stuff out there. I can get Student and Teacher Ed. of Photoshop for about $90! Man, I could do some work to some of my Facebook photos. You know the ones that other folk put up and tag you in. I could fix that sweat on my forehead at Tony's Fourth of July party, the frizzy mess that is my hair at Ashley's graduation party, the pizza that is my face in my 10th grade chorus concert. I can rewrite history!!! I can be sessy instead of just cute.
So I am torn, is Photoshop good or bad? I know all about the body image problem it causes for young girls... it does for me too, but it sure is nice!
I guess I will go back to crunches and walks to get my Pussycat Doll body, but if they ever, I mean E-veah make a Photoshop in the can, I will be the first one in line for that stuff....Dontcha', Dontcha'!!
thanks for the video: Sealy1986
Daddy's Right
I am a daddy's girl. I love him with all of my heart. I wish that I had had him my entire life, maybe I would not be the wreck that I am. My momma married him when I was 16 and I am so glad. He is the greatest. My biggest cheerleader, defender and voice of sanity.
On the Professor front things have been quiet. We speak after church but that is the bulk of our contact. Because it was the end of the school year and I had sooo much to do I was okay with that. But somehow I got on the subject of the Professor with my dad and he laid some science on me. **LOL, just thinking of my daddy "laying science" on anybody is funny!**
We were talking about the fact that my kids are going to be with their dad on the Fourth and I wanted to find something good to do. I mentioned that I needed to get out more because my friends don't find walking around downtown that interesting and that I needed a new bunch of friends. I told him that the only person I could really hang out with is the Professor's sister Dee. She is kinda wild, but not too wild. When we go out, we are up for almost anything.. scary biker clubs, scary Jamaican clubs, Blues concerts... anything. I likened our friendship to mine with her brother. They have the same sense of humor and I love to laugh.
My dad said then why do I insist on pursuing a romantic relationship with the Professor? Why can't we just be friends? With all that I had told my dad about P's obvious affection for me, he said that P may not be ready for many reasons to have a relationship, but that did not mean that he did not like me or care deeply for me. My smart, cute, funny daddy told me to chill on the relationship and just be the man's friend. He said that the Professor may NOT be the ONE, but a prelude to the ONE.
So, I am gonna listen to my daddy. I know that this man is into me, but maybe he is not mature enough for a relationship or he is just taking some time to work on him. I don't know, but I do think that my daddy is right. Imma just chill!!!
On the Professor front things have been quiet. We speak after church but that is the bulk of our contact. Because it was the end of the school year and I had sooo much to do I was okay with that. But somehow I got on the subject of the Professor with my dad and he laid some science on me. **LOL, just thinking of my daddy "laying science" on anybody is funny!**
We were talking about the fact that my kids are going to be with their dad on the Fourth and I wanted to find something good to do. I mentioned that I needed to get out more because my friends don't find walking around downtown that interesting and that I needed a new bunch of friends. I told him that the only person I could really hang out with is the Professor's sister Dee. She is kinda wild, but not too wild. When we go out, we are up for almost anything.. scary biker clubs, scary Jamaican clubs, Blues concerts... anything. I likened our friendship to mine with her brother. They have the same sense of humor and I love to laugh.
My dad said then why do I insist on pursuing a romantic relationship with the Professor? Why can't we just be friends? With all that I had told my dad about P's obvious affection for me, he said that P may not be ready for many reasons to have a relationship, but that did not mean that he did not like me or care deeply for me. My smart, cute, funny daddy told me to chill on the relationship and just be the man's friend. He said that the Professor may NOT be the ONE, but a prelude to the ONE.
So, I am gonna listen to my daddy. I know that this man is into me, but maybe he is not mature enough for a relationship or he is just taking some time to work on him. I don't know, but I do think that my daddy is right. Imma just chill!!!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
School's Out (almost) for the Summer!!!
I am so glad that this school year is almost over. I am so sick of these kids that I don't know what to do!!! Last year we had a rough crew. These were some "inner city " kids that were bussed in because they didn't want the year round option. I say "inner city" because in the big NC we have some rough stuff, but we ain't got nothin' on DC and NYC. The year before that we had project kids. I have been told stories of how daddy stole mommy's van while he was drunk and turned it over on the highway, that the police came into my house last night and everybody had to lay on the floor until it was over and that we ate dry cereal by candle light for dinner last night. Now those kids have an excuse for getting out of pocket and acting crazy at school.
But this year, the little white suburban kids we have are driving me crazy!!! They are the biggest bunch of entitled M-F's I have EVER seen. If I am talking to another teacher or student they think that they have to right to talk. And these are kindergartners-- they talk about NOTHING!!! Even if we tell them to shut it, they go right back to talking when we start our conversation again. Talking is just the half of it. They run and push to get into line to go anywhere... Lunch, bathroom, outside... I bet they would push each other down the stairwell to HELL!!! One girl in my after care program ran to be the first in line for water. She fell over her Crocs and BROKE HER ARM!!!!! Just so she could be first.
Today there was pushing, teasing, tattling, back talking... all before lunch. Alexandra was crying because Gabriella told her that the cat would pull down her pants. WTH??? I liked to have slapped them both. (For my Northern friends, "liked to" means almost... not sure if you knew that) Then Elijah says, Ash-ur (that's how he says Asher) says I have on a tutu. (eyes rolling so hard that they are stuck in the back of my head for 15 seconds) I just point to the other side of the room. Go. A. Way. Then I start praying aloud:
I open my eyes to see 20 pairs of eyes staring, mouths agape, bodies still. My co- teacher is at her desk dying from laughter. I stifle a smile and say, "What'chu looking at? I am praying 'cause I must have done something to make you act this way."
Elijah stands up and says. "Nope. We're just bad!" and he goes back to making his word family chart.
What do you say to that?
I wish I could line them up and beat them. I would take a flyswatter and tear up some tails!!! Just two more days!!! I told them today that they didn't have to come back. They had passed kindergarten and I'd mail them their report card. Bad aren't I? (smile)
I hope that the next two days are better. Like I told them today... we can have a good 3 days or a not so good 3 days. It is their choice. From the looks of today it is gonna be a rocky rest of the week!!!
Lord, help!!!!
But this year, the little white suburban kids we have are driving me crazy!!! They are the biggest bunch of entitled M-F's I have EVER seen. If I am talking to another teacher or student they think that they have to right to talk. And these are kindergartners-- they talk about NOTHING!!! Even if we tell them to shut it, they go right back to talking when we start our conversation again. Talking is just the half of it. They run and push to get into line to go anywhere... Lunch, bathroom, outside... I bet they would push each other down the stairwell to HELL!!! One girl in my after care program ran to be the first in line for water. She fell over her Crocs and BROKE HER ARM!!!!! Just so she could be first.
Today there was pushing, teasing, tattling, back talking... all before lunch. Alexandra was crying because Gabriella told her that the cat would pull down her pants. WTH??? I liked to have slapped them both. (For my Northern friends, "liked to" means almost... not sure if you knew that) Then Elijah says, Ash-ur (that's how he says Asher) says I have on a tutu. (eyes rolling so hard that they are stuck in the back of my head for 15 seconds) I just point to the other side of the room. Go. A. Way. Then I start praying aloud:
"Lord Jesus. I can't do this anymore. It is only 11.00. School just started at 9.00. Why me God? Didn't I give enough in the offering? Didn't I visit the sick and shut in? I didn't spare the rod in my own home. What did I do to deserve this? "
I open my eyes to see 20 pairs of eyes staring, mouths agape, bodies still. My co- teacher is at her desk dying from laughter. I stifle a smile and say, "What'chu looking at? I am praying 'cause I must have done something to make you act this way."
Elijah stands up and says. "Nope. We're just bad!" and he goes back to making his word family chart.
What do you say to that?
I wish I could line them up and beat them. I would take a flyswatter and tear up some tails!!! Just two more days!!! I told them today that they didn't have to come back. They had passed kindergarten and I'd mail them their report card. Bad aren't I? (smile)
I hope that the next two days are better. Like I told them today... we can have a good 3 days or a not so good 3 days. It is their choice. From the looks of today it is gonna be a rocky rest of the week!!!
Lord, help!!!!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Mary Anne and the Professor too
I love sitcoms. Nothing is like the escape that you get from laughing at people in stupid situations. One show that I love is THE PARKERS. Nikki Parker is in love with Professor Oglevee. Unfortunately her amore is unrequited. Many of the episodes have to do with her pursuit of the Professor. Then there is Gilligan's Island... strangers stranded on a deserted island trying to get back to civilization. We all know Gilligan, the Skipper, the Professor, Mr and Mrs Howell and Ginger and Mary Anne. Ginger was the obvious hottie while Mary Anne was more understated, but still had it goin' on.
Well if we merge these two shows we have my life right now. As I have said before, it has been ages since I have dated but I still know when a guy is interested. The guy from my church P now has a new name. My friend T calls him the Professor because of the stalker-esque way I go after him and the way he rebuffs me. Anyway, I think that the tide may be turning. A few weeks ago The Professor and I had some one on one time at a church fun fair. We talked and joked alot.We were supposed to be working but everyone left us alone so, we didn't. I really had a good time with him and I think that he had a good time with me as well. Well, after he left he had forgotten a couple of things , like the check to the bounce house vendor that I had contracted and his Mercedes Benz keys. I was a bit peeved because I had to write a personal check to the vendor and as I was telling T about it I said the the wedding was off! That is an inside joke that I said in front of too many outsiders!! As I stomped up the stairs I heard people saying "wedding, what wedding?" I had to come back down and tell everyone that it was a joke! I got some real interesting looks I must say. Well, an elder in my church told me that it just might not be too far from the truth. The professor and I may one day get together. oooookaaayyyy!
I am sure that he has had some people say some thing to him as well because he has been making some "who's your man?" jokes. Of course I've said that he was my man and we have laughed it off. But, today, our conversation was a little different. I can't put my finger on it, but I think that he may really be into me.
Mary Anne is my personality. I love to talk to people and I am always considered the cute (albeit chubby) girl. Most men think of me as their buddy. I am that girl who can talk about football and basketball with the best of them. I have even taken up golf (when it is not too hot out). The church is scheduled to go on this trip to Carowinds at the end of this month. The Professor and I have a date to ride on The Grizzly roller coaster together. I can't wait. I hope that I can get off some of this fat!@!!! before our trip. I can't be walking around with him huffin and puffin!!!
So I think that this may be the beginning of Mary Anne and the Professor... I will keep you updated...
Well if we merge these two shows we have my life right now. As I have said before, it has been ages since I have dated but I still know when a guy is interested. The guy from my church P now has a new name. My friend T calls him the Professor because of the stalker-esque way I go after him and the way he rebuffs me. Anyway, I think that the tide may be turning. A few weeks ago The Professor and I had some one on one time at a church fun fair. We talked and joked alot.We were supposed to be working but everyone left us alone so, we didn't. I really had a good time with him and I think that he had a good time with me as well. Well, after he left he had forgotten a couple of things , like the check to the bounce house vendor that I had contracted and his Mercedes Benz keys. I was a bit peeved because I had to write a personal check to the vendor and as I was telling T about it I said the the wedding was off! That is an inside joke that I said in front of too many outsiders!! As I stomped up the stairs I heard people saying "wedding, what wedding?" I had to come back down and tell everyone that it was a joke! I got some real interesting looks I must say. Well, an elder in my church told me that it just might not be too far from the truth. The professor and I may one day get together. oooookaaayyyy!
I am sure that he has had some people say some thing to him as well because he has been making some "who's your man?" jokes. Of course I've said that he was my man and we have laughed it off. But, today, our conversation was a little different. I can't put my finger on it, but I think that he may really be into me.
Mary Anne is my personality. I love to talk to people and I am always considered the cute (albeit chubby) girl. Most men think of me as their buddy. I am that girl who can talk about football and basketball with the best of them. I have even taken up golf (when it is not too hot out). The church is scheduled to go on this trip to Carowinds at the end of this month. The Professor and I have a date to ride on The Grizzly roller coaster together. I can't wait. I hope that I can get off some of this fat!@!!! before our trip. I can't be walking around with him huffin and puffin!!!
So I think that this may be the beginning of Mary Anne and the Professor... I will keep you updated...
Friday, April 23, 2010
Workin' with a Ni**a
Short post before work this fine Friday morning...
I am 36 years old, I have two teenagers from my 10 year marriage. I have been single for 6 years. I want to date and get back out there. I have really been focusing on the Lord, my boys and going back to school. I know I have been gone from the game a few minutes, but at my age am I STILL expected to work with a ni**a?
I mean, at this point, shouldn't he have his stuff together? I have given up on finding a 36+ man without kids, but shouldn't you have a full time job, with benefits and a retirement plan? I did not say a 401K b/c I don't have one, I have a retirement plan with my employer though. I'd like a man who is working on purchasing a home, if he doesn't already have one.
Go to church, read some books, be over trying to be Diddy. This is North Carolina for Pete's sake!! There will be no White Parties here. I don't want to roll on 22's and not have a nice place to live. Have your stuff together before you step to me!! I have already tried to raise another woman's son. NOT gonna do it again! If you are 36-40 years old you should know how to take care of your self. As your woman, I might wash your clothes, cook for you and run errands for you. But don't expect it! If you are lucky enough to marry me, then you'll get the full service treatment!
As you can tell, I have become frustrated with the dating scene. Am I wrong to want a man that is ready for me? I have waited long enough, getting my self right, to work with a Ni**A! Am I wrong?
Y'all help me out!!!
I am 36 years old, I have two teenagers from my 10 year marriage. I have been single for 6 years. I want to date and get back out there. I have really been focusing on the Lord, my boys and going back to school. I know I have been gone from the game a few minutes, but at my age am I STILL expected to work with a ni**a?
I mean, at this point, shouldn't he have his stuff together? I have given up on finding a 36+ man without kids, but shouldn't you have a full time job, with benefits and a retirement plan? I did not say a 401K b/c I don't have one, I have a retirement plan with my employer though. I'd like a man who is working on purchasing a home, if he doesn't already have one.
Go to church, read some books, be over trying to be Diddy. This is North Carolina for Pete's sake!! There will be no White Parties here. I don't want to roll on 22's and not have a nice place to live. Have your stuff together before you step to me!! I have already tried to raise another woman's son. NOT gonna do it again! If you are 36-40 years old you should know how to take care of your self. As your woman, I might wash your clothes, cook for you and run errands for you. But don't expect it! If you are lucky enough to marry me, then you'll get the full service treatment!
As you can tell, I have become frustrated with the dating scene. Am I wrong to want a man that is ready for me? I have waited long enough, getting my self right, to work with a Ni**A! Am I wrong?
Y'all help me out!!!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
A Thin Line...
You remember that old song from back in the day...A thin line between love and hate...
I could never get the words to the song. As a kid, love and hate are polar opposites. Complete ends of the spectrum. But, as I got older, those two ends got a lot closer. By the time I was 28 I was living this song. He would come in late at night, smelling like God only knows who/what. I couldn't take it anymore. Murder was on my mind... I finally know how love and hate could share the same breath...a thin line.~~ I left, not on my own accord, but it was for my good that I did.
Fast forward six years later and the same words are running through my mind. No, not another man, but my 16 year old son. Love/Hate? Love/Hate? He is really taking me through this. Skipping school, failing classes, not coming home at curfew. I wonder if he is doing drugs, but he has no money and nothing in the house is missing. He must be into a girl. I know he has a friend from his old high school that has just moved into our neighborhood. The arrival of this kid coincides with the plummet in grades and attitude.
I have given my kids EVERYTHING! My whole life has been dedicated to them. I take care of them by myself and given up any outside life. Church, work and school are the only things that I put any time into besides the boys. I want to let go and let him fail, but I feel that I cannot do it.
I have prayed and prayed. I guess that fasting is next. I am glad that the Spring session is almost over and that my summer classes won't start until May 18th. I can devote more time to praying over this. I will look into getting some counseling for him and us.
I am not sure what to do about this at all. I'm not used to being lost. I am usually in control of what is going on, but now I don't know what to do other than pray.
Please God, help me. I love my son and have dedicated my life to making his the best it can be. Give me the strength to continue on. Work this out for his good Lord. I give You all of the praise, honor and glory, forever AMEN!
Sassyme
I could never get the words to the song. As a kid, love and hate are polar opposites. Complete ends of the spectrum. But, as I got older, those two ends got a lot closer. By the time I was 28 I was living this song. He would come in late at night, smelling like God only knows who/what. I couldn't take it anymore. Murder was on my mind... I finally know how love and hate could share the same breath...a thin line.~~ I left, not on my own accord, but it was for my good that I did.
Fast forward six years later and the same words are running through my mind. No, not another man, but my 16 year old son. Love/Hate? Love/Hate? He is really taking me through this. Skipping school, failing classes, not coming home at curfew. I wonder if he is doing drugs, but he has no money and nothing in the house is missing. He must be into a girl. I know he has a friend from his old high school that has just moved into our neighborhood. The arrival of this kid coincides with the plummet in grades and attitude.
I have given my kids EVERYTHING! My whole life has been dedicated to them. I take care of them by myself and given up any outside life. Church, work and school are the only things that I put any time into besides the boys. I want to let go and let him fail, but I feel that I cannot do it.
I have prayed and prayed. I guess that fasting is next. I am glad that the Spring session is almost over and that my summer classes won't start until May 18th. I can devote more time to praying over this. I will look into getting some counseling for him and us.
I am not sure what to do about this at all. I'm not used to being lost. I am usually in control of what is going on, but now I don't know what to do other than pray.
Please God, help me. I love my son and have dedicated my life to making his the best it can be. Give me the strength to continue on. Work this out for his good Lord. I give You all of the praise, honor and glory, forever AMEN!
Sassyme
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