The Sticks and Stones

His name? DADDY!

2006-11-20T13:23:00.000-05:00

So where to begin. He's dark, handsome, sexy, soulful, gentle, tasteful and on and on and on. This man is the one I have no problem fucking again and again and again. He's awesome in bed, out of bed, around the bed, leaving bed and my God even when there's no bed in sight. I've got to have that dangerous creature that wraps around me so softly that I can't help but melt into it. I'm an addict...yep, I'm definitely an addict or a slave to this..I willing follow him on whatever journey he leads me. The feelings that grow as he touches my back beginning at the right shoulder blade and trailing to the left. Ever increasing pressure with just a hint of pain as his nails dig in and scorch a path of fire yet to be fed and unleashed. That fine line we all like to toy with and explore...he walks effortlessly. Never rude never crass never rough never void but fulfilling in all ways including that rough sex we like but won't admit to. Damn! I'm hooked on this one. I curl up beneath the covers...he spoons me. I stretch out...he rolls me over. I sigh...he kisses my puckered lips...all.night.long.and then again in the morning for good measure. Cigarettes? Shit I forgot I smoked this niggah was so good. I'm working on my kiegel exercises right now as we speak because I want to make sure this house is in order the next time he graces me with that stroke of genius!

Let me Blow You

2006-08-31T08:04:00.000-04:00

Away with this shit here. Okay, so as you can see I have been very preoccupied with some serious matters. All of which involve a man in some capacity or another. You see, I am easily distracted by men. So much so sometimes that I think a meeting or two may be in order because I am addicted...you hear. Now, I don't write a lot of the shit that goes down in this blog because I simply never considered if all 3 of my readers could handle what really goes down in this chic's world. I often will write it out and then suddenly have a guilty conscience about what I had written or think that someone would form the wrong opinion of me and all that jazz so I would never publish these blogs that I had written about my experiences. Then I discovered this cat...The Humanity Critic. I highly recommend that you check his site out because I can almost guarantee that at least one of his posts will have that vibe that strikes that cord. He is definitely not about apologizing, smoothing anything over, or sparing anyone's feelings. His spot opened my eyes up to some new shit. So fuck all ya'll and here it is the straight up raw. We go get right...get the history...get the understanding so you can understand...ya heard. By the way, I just posted a bunch of shit that I had saved as drafts...check it out.

Okay, so we are about to turn a corner in the evolutionary cycle of The Sticks and Stones. I am going to run with this new found sense of freedom and confidence (thank you, Mr. Critic) and let ya'll see how the baddest bitch really gets down. You see I am not by any means the typical woman. No where near the range of the typical educated woman. And definitely, light years outside the scope of the typical black woman. I invented this mold and I'll be damned if it ain't fabulous.

The RUN DOWN:

I'm the Baddest Bitch - I love being me...in that comes a strength of character and pride that no one can touch. I will always be me, and I make no apologies for never bending to be what you want me to be because I just don't get down like that. If I'm in it I'm running it...period. You ain't gotta get on my bus, baby. You can walk or roll with your own vibe.

I'm Bossy- I'm not that pushy kind of bossy. I know how to ask for what I want, how to get what I want and how to reward the giver just so. It's not the bossy that gets people. It's the game of coersion, the sweet thank you and the handsome reward that comes along with it. That bossy girl is the boss because she knows how to get her way and make everyone around her damned happy to fall in line.

I like to Fuck- Hell yeah I like to Fuck. Don't you. What the hell would ever give the impression to any thinking human being on the planet that we as women wouldn't. If you think real hard on it, we probably just didn't want to fuck you...yeah you. You probably had bad breath, sweaty armpits and hands, smelled of corn chips or breathed real hard. If I like what I see;I am going to get that. No doubt, and that waiting period...that's some bullshit. She is lying to you about that rule. She just don't want your fat ass. It's just that simple.

I love to suck dick - LOL. Best preview in town....find out up front if its worth the effort. Nuff said.

I will not compromise - I guess it never occured to me to compromise on things. I always handle all my business and make sure the ship is tight. I'm not going to compromise with that lazy fat shiftless SOB that thinks he can be my master...you must be out your rabid ass mind to think otherwise. I can't help but sit here and laugh histerically at the thought of that bullshit.

I love like no other - ooowhee. get this girl on your team and see first hand what a rider chic can make it do.

Fabulous is as Fabulous does - you know how that little girl, Paris Hilton is always saying "That's hot"? Well, I live with the same philosphy in place. Fabulous is hot. I don't half step in any area. When I walk down the street, people fall in line behind me just to see what all that Fabulous is all about. You got to see it to believe it. My aura is intoxicating.

It is what it is Cuz. - don't fucking try to change the world today with a profound action when yesterday a profound notion would have done just fine. In other words, most things in this world are what they are. They cannot be moved, they cannot be changed, they cannot be rearranged. Just leave it alone and get on the bus or fucking build your own and keep them wheels a turning.

The Playerz: Jenga, Sarg, Smooth, Hercules, TT, Watley, Cuban, Hubby, PhatBoy, that Niggah Ced, Cat and Currie. There are many more but these are the ones that do enough stupid shit to keep me interested. Most of my peeps are men...suprise, suprise. Men are just fun. They don't sweat the small stuff unless it has to do with a long standing argument about some NFL team or another. I can respect that shit. Some stuff just isn't worth discussing to no end. Damn.

Okay, so there's the rundown. Ya understand? Now, we can get down to business. Why am I addicted?

WTF

2006-08-20T22:11:00.000-04:00

This weekend sucked!

GFG in town thinkin he was getting some.

Fat man breathing all heavy and hard messing up my hair. And shit!

Pimps thinkin they can pimp me? Bitch please. whatever.

Bills roll in even on MTF Saturday even though ain't no body's bank open. Chek cashin if you want to get murdered to pay it.

Stiletto heels hurt like a mother Fucker! I don't care how cute they are. Dammit

And I'll be damned if some MF didn't drank all my Courvoisier!

SOB

I'm going to bed...

Lesbian Friends and my Cleavage

2006-08-17T12:59:00.000-04:00

Funny story..at least to me anyway. Now I am the first to admit that I have hella cleavage...hella! The kind that both men and women alike seem to not be able turn away from. I actually had a co-worker (female) tell me once that she loved my cleavage because she never had any of her own and mine was soo beautiful...now, that cracked me up.

So here's the deal. A friend of mine confided in me a while back that she is gay, about to leave her husband, had a girlfriend and they were about to move in together. All of this was told to me at one time after apparently months of happenings that I was totally unaware of. Now, of course that I know. I have the hardest time not wanting to throw a tantrum and say...HEY, what's wrong with my cleavage? You never once made a pass at me. Now, I know this response is a little strange. Believe you me I was a little baffled by my feelings. I realize I must be the vainest person on earth to have hurt feelings because my newly lesbian friend never made a pass at me...like I'm chopped liver or something.

So, recently I found that whenever I am about to be around her I seem to be putting a whole lot more effort into how I look. Now, this started out as a subconscious thing...really. Until, I realized that I was looking for her to say...wow, you look nice today or something. Just like I would be looking for the same response from a man, or something. Strange, right? Last time I checked I was still strictly dickly, but sometimes our feelings of acceptance are deeply rooted in the feedback of others. It's a terrible human condition but a very real one.

I don't have feelings for my friend or any other woman for that matter. I know beauty when I see it in any shape, form or fashion whether it be reflected in people or simple inanimate objects. And my girl, is a beauty...so if I was gonna go there she would be the one, fellas!

So apparently, "I wanted her to make a pass at me first if she was going to make a pass at a woman...damn it!" (stated with a poked out lip and exasperated expression and then gales of laughter) Sweetie, I love ya chick...this blog is for you and yo fine gay ass!

Anywhoo, that's me. I must rule the world! Tolerance, Temperance, Acceptance and all that shit...Gay Pride Rules!!!

Wow...what a day.

2006-08-13T07:05:00.000-04:00

Okay, so today was one of those days that I can't bring myself to close my eyes to. It all began in a meandering way. You know that slow and serpentine type of Saturday. I got up about noon trying to shake off the few too many Courvoisiers I had on Friday. I chilled out and enjoyed the sunshine for just a minute before pulling myself together and heading over to a co-workers cook out. Now normally, I don't accept too many invites for personal get togethers with co-workers. I have simply found on too many occasions in the past that it simply isn't worth it to mix business with pleasure. But I digress. So I pull myself together, right, and head over to the cook-out. Immediately, I realized when I stepped up on the scene why I don't mingle with folks I work with. Sometimes you get too much information... So, check this...I walked into the coolest, most laid back and undoubtedly most vogue gay cook-out ever. Now thangs had always been a bit suspect and all but you know after all that I figure that we're all out the closet. I ain't mad at a brother. He's handsome and successful, but the oddest thing even he went and got himself a white man. Even the successful gay brothers still go for white. I ain't mad at that neither.

So, from there I dropped by my favorite spot away from the oasis to enjoy the sunshine. Now, when I say that today was the day. I really mean today was the day. I already walked one line and now I'm on to the next and loving it. Ya feel me? Ok, so I step on the scene and check my peeps out. They got fam in from around the way. Now let me just say that I can always feel folks when they introduce me to their family so I'm chilling and enjoying the vibe as usual. So my boy introduced me to his baby brother and it was on from there. I enjoy that strong, silent type of man and this brother was definitely that. I knew immediately I would have to go to him because that was just his vibe. And you know me. I'm always willing to play along especially when the game is fun and all about getting next to new people. I'm a hell of a networker. So this brother is really not that much younger than myself. Military, wife, kid and Iraq are all several of the things swirling around in his life. I can definitely feel where he had to be at that moment. Just looking to chill for a minute, ya know. It was alright, but the greatest impressions he made on me was his love of music. And my kind of music too. That was unusual. So anyway, I rolled up out of there after making initial introductions. Besides, I was really wanting to go and get a little pink (girlie) for him because I was wearing chill clothes from the cook-out still.

Okay, so I broke from that spot to head out to the Valley. My boy around that way was supposed to be getting some work done to his truck. A new set of rims I'm sure. I was definitely in the mood for a ride in a phat whip while enjoying the sunshine. I thought I could probably squeeze in a quick chill around the way with him and his before I went to get cleaned up and head back to the spot and see what was really going on with the new guy. The Valley wasn't hitting on much at that point. It's that comfort zone for me when I really need to get around my people and just chill and be Dominique for a minute. No questions asked, no questions answered type of place. The spot is steadily becoming that, but on a whole 'nother level. Well, after throwing back a few Heini's and enjoying the sunshine (my boy never showed with the truck, probably was lying) I headed back to the Oasis to chill and get cleaned up and see what was really going on with the new-new around the way.

At the Oasis, shit had really hit the fan. I get home to find that the damn cats have just been wildin out. Apparently, all day long they had just been playing slide across the kitchen floor on mommy's rugs because they had stuff every where. So, of course I had to pause to chastise and clean up after the unruly 2. Once I got myself together, I showered and changed and headed back out to the spot to see what we could make it do.

Now, I still haven't heard from my estranged hubby this entire day. I ain't mad though. Like I said...Wow...what a day!

At the spot, I step back up on the scene. First thing out the gate when I walk through the door and sit down....some trick hurled all over the kitchen floor. Now, I have a hella weak stomach for shit like that so I stayed under the radar and out of the way. Because that trick was tripping. She apparently, was trying to keep up with the big boys or with myself, I can throw back that 1800 like it ain't nothing. I don't know what she thought she had to prove but that was ridiculous. And a terrible way to set of Saturday night. But that was on her. One thing I did do while all the drama was going down, was I watched that man. He responded perfectly. He sat back and chilled, assessed the situation,and stepped in when it was necessary. His entire demeanor was so comforting to me and I wasn't even the one in need. He made me want to walk up to him and lay my head on his chest. Just to listen to his heart beat would have been enough to sooth my soul at that moment.

After the chick fucked up the whole place and was finally sent home to live and die with her embarrassment; it was ON. I looked so new that the fam didn't realize I was the same chick from earlier who was around the way, smelling like barbecue. It was like okay... So I chilled and enjoyed the sunshine some more. Continued to hit the Tangeray this time, had to leave the Courvoisier alone. I chatted and mingled with all my homies because that's what I do. But of course, as it got later, the niggah in me said...bitch you need to see what's up with that fine azz brothah. And of course that's exactly what I did....all I can say on that is "Thanks, Sarg!"

Life diary for today August 4, 2006.

2006-08-04T13:54:00.000-04:00

To continue to enter this life with the way that things are currently progressing we must consistently strive to be better people. I have learned that irregardless of the short comings of others I must strive to continually be the better person in all things, in all ways and at all times.

I realized for the first time today how small a person my boss really is. It occurred to me finally that people can have a certain amount of money, substantial position in life with everything going for them, including me; but they can still be ‘little’ people in their mentality and their morality. It’s really disappointing to admire someone for many years and to ultimately see that they are no one at all to admire.

Today, I determined for myself that my ‘friend-girl’ is really no friend at all. This woman used to epitomize the word woman to me. I wanted to be just like her. She struck me as personable, flamboyant and charismatic. She really seemed to have her shit together. I also thought that she truly and sincerely like me for me and wanted to be my friend even though she’s white and I’m black. The most disappointing moment in my life was when I realized that I was her ‘little black friend’. I was there for show because it made her feel like less of a racist to have me on her team. It certainly didn’t hurt the relationship any when I was driving to the beach and providing free hotel room stays, etc. The break down came when I realized that I liked her initially because of who I thought she was not what I should have seen up front. She is a hateful, manipulative person that wanted her a pet to play with. But her pet is not to be obviously more charismatic, more financially stable, more flamboyant or more kind than she. Because guess what; her friends liked her pet more than her.

The big debate

2006-07-23T01:26:00.000-04:00

Okay, so my last post was about how excited I am to have a new tablet PC. But, now I have a delimma. Do I use the fingerprint ID security system or not. You see I have always been taught that eventually a sign of the devil will be swiping or scanning body parts to identify ourselves. So now I'm stuck. I want to use the feature for the added security it offers me for my now handwritten ravings and notes. But OMG, what if my computer is of the devil. I don't want to seem like some stark raving made religious fanatic or anything. But, the big question is, do I truely believe that scanning my finger into my computer will mark me for the remainder of my days for purgatory? This moral question hangs in the balance along with that question of what is the value of a secure identity anyway.

No friend of mine?

2006-07-22T01:19:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I'm chillin' at the Sheraton because a friend girl of mine is in town and I am avoiding the hell out of her. She moved to Florida, ran into some trouble and comes home for the weekend and I don't know her anymore. She is demanding as hell. I realize she has got some serious drama in her life right now and I also realize that she needs her friends around her, but damn!

Okay, allow me to begin at the beginning. Okay, so I met this girl through a mutual male acquaintance. They were really digging each other and she and I became friends because he and I hung out together quite a bit. Well, when it was all said and done they broke up. She and I started hanging out more, because we both got screwed over by jerks recently so we started to bond and all that jazz (remember the posts about B? Yeah, those assholes rolled together).

Okay, then she decided to pick up and take her kids to her ex-hubby's in-laws in another state because she couldn't pay her mortgage and car note and all. They done up and flipped on her now and her ex-husband is re-marrying and set all this up so he could take the kids from her. She honestly thought that she could just not pay bills here, live off her in-laws for the summer while her kids were there due to the divorce agreements and everything was going to be alright. (Fantasy Island...anyone?)

Okay, so then she shows back up here. Comes by my house to enjoy the sunshine and chill for a minute. I watched the clock tick-tock before I finally was like...okay, it's time for you and your three chirren to head on to the house...cause I gotta work tomorrow. Do you know what this bitch said to me? Just guess....well, okay. She said I ain't got no power...or running water. They said they called me, but I didn't get the notice and we need to stay here with you. Now, you know I was looking at her like she had just sprouted two heads or something. How, did I all of a sudden in 4 hours of visiting time suddenly inherit the responsibility of her being on a summer long vacation resulting in non-payment of bills to providing shelter? Hell no. Then she bust out with and they looking to repo my car, too. I was really like Hell no. Cause then she thought I was going to hide her car for her. I have to say that I am simply not a callous person; however, everyone has their limits. I work everyday, I pay every single bill and I stay right here at the house and enjoy the sunshine because I have no money left after all that. What made her think she had the right...Apparently, she really thought she had the right? She left mad and ain't come back since. I ain't mad...hell it just gives me something to trip ya'll out over!

I Got a new Toy!!(Long overdue)

2006-07-09T22:54:00.000-04:00

OK this is too cool. I have just gotten a new computer. It's a tablet PC. this bad boy allows me to hand write my blog directly into the computer and it actually translates it into text. Technology is alright by me. And get this I wrote this entire blog in script. This software recognizes my chicken Scratch!OK so you guys know that I have just got to play with this. I probably won't get any sleep tonight for messing around with this thing!I feel like a kid in a candy store. My hubby is jealous b/c he got the last new PC in the house and this time it was my turn. He is nearly green with Tech envy!OK. My 5 year old moment is over.

I got Played...

2006-06-04T19:40:00.000-04:00

Okay, so the hot and heavy love thing went south real quick. So many crazy things have happened with B that I can't even begin to explain. I actually began to believe in love at first sight. okay, in the last installment of this whole thing I spelled out how he stood me up. Well, I didn't even begin to trip about that or anything. I was cool and simply allowed him to be him in whatever way he wanted to be. I really wasn't looking for a committment or anything like that at all I was actually just enjoying the ride while it lasted. So, everything got real good there for a minute. He was giving me all his good stuff in all different kinds of ways. This man cooked for me, sang to me, worked out (beautiful, beautiful, beautiful) and had a penchant for knowing just the right thing to say to me at just the right time. He was incredible in ways you would not believe. i actally did love him for a minute.

He used to love me...

2006-04-22T12:38:00.000-04:00

Yo! Thursday Sucked! There's no other way to put it. I got stood up by B. Yeah...stood up, stuck, left hanging and all that. Okay, Thursday morning started out beautifully. Woke up staring into the most handsome face I've ever seen. Got all the hugs and kisses I could stand and all that. I got dressed got in the car and had a nail in my tire. I didn't even stress that. I called him...because in knowing him I've come to learn a few simple truths. In a crisis B will handle it. He's confident and strong. And a great thinker. I need not worry that he can handle all the "Man" grade problems...LOL. Okay so I call him up and he handles everything. I didn't even have to explain the problem. I sat and put on lipgloss and let my man take care of me and chatted on my cell. I love being taken care of. But then at some point between the moment when I left him that morning and when we made plans to see each other that evening, to when he no showed on me....I realized....something had went terribly wrong. I had suddenly become "comfortable" to him. He honestly thought that whatever he was doing was soo important that he couldn't grace me with a five second call to say he wouldn't be able to make it. Jerk! I don't understand it but who am I to try to understand what a man is thinking anyway. He had also called up his 18 year old daughter and told her to come home. She suddenly moved out on him about 6 months ago and started living with his ex-girlfriend. I should have known that there would be trouble as soon as his grown daughter came home and brought the ex with her. I don't know. We'll see how this bullshit plays out.

A Simple Truth

2006-04-19T18:15:00.000-04:00

Ever noticed how your circle of friends always has at least one moocher, one doer, one follower, and one that doesn't do shit either way but talks a lot of shit about what everyone else in the circle should be doing and no one ever looks at that person and says you ain't shit.

Happy Easter!

2006-04-16T11:30:00.000-04:00

I don't have much to say for once. Just wanted to send out my Happy Easter wish to all my readers. I'm running about 10 strong :) so far. Thanks to B for the beautiful Easter Lily!

---Dominique

The next LEVEL

2006-04-11T14:02:00.000-04:00

Okay, so this new shit has got me twisted. I can't tell you the last time a man has had me so tied up in knots. Good knots, too. We have spent so much time together that I had to actually stop and ask myself for the millionth time...what the fuck are you doing? It's becoming clear that I am not going to work on my marriage. Which makes me happy and sad all at once. I never wanted to fail at my marriage or end up divorced. Hell, I never would have spent all that money on a dress if I had any idea that we wouldn't make it a year. Besides that, I think I know myself extremely well but even I have to wonder if the new one got under my skin as quickly as he did because I'm on the rebound. I spent quite some time alone after I kicked my husband out. I went through the loneliness and withdrawal. I grieved the death of our marriage and all that shit. This can't be a rebound romance. This has to be something good! It just has to be...cause self-serve is not fun!

That new shit

2006-04-03T10:09:00.000-04:00

Damn...I met someone. He's not my husband. So you see my dilemma. My husband and I are not together right now. We just don't seem to be the one we once were. I can see it but he simply has no interest in looking through my eyes. Anywho, I met someone. This man is...aah...I'm looking for the right words. He's delicious. He's a beautiful man physically, but that's not just it. He's deep and multifaceted. I want to drown in his touch and in his words. The sound of his voice caresses me. He knows that I am an intellectual woman. He knew it instantly and that's crazy! That's never happened to me before. My comfort is his concern and pleasure. That's hot. A man like that is just so damn sexy to me. Get this...we can be at a party and not touch. Not really talk to each other. Whatever. But I feel his awareness of me and I know he's watching. That's hot. The instant we are alone he immediately expresses all that he was thinking. He said something to me that just made me melt. He said that I feel, taste and smell exactly as he was imagining I would. And somehow I knew that he was already seducing me with these thoughts while we were at the party. This man gets me soaking! No, let me amend that. This man has me soaking...I really never knew a man could set me on fire and cool me off all at once. Damn! I'm in trouble. There's no doubt...What am I gonna do?

Lying Motherfuckers (Old Draft; don't know what was up with me but apparently I was PISSED!)

2006-01-26T22:10:00.000-05:00

You know I have just about had it with lying men. Why do you jerks always gotta try to run game? I mean why can't you simply just say what's up

It's been a long time...I shouldn'tna left U

2006-01-13T17:46:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I posted my last blog. I do that. I fall in and out of love with different things. When I discovered Blogging I immediately loved it. I could stand up on my soap box and anonymously bitch, grumble and complain all I wanted to. But really, I'm not even that secure. More often than not I will draft a blog and never post it because I'm constantly criticizing my own thoughts. I'm my own psychotherapist. Ha! Any who...My latest loves are my new iPod and my truck. There is just something sexy about a bad ass truck with a great sound system and the hottest chick on the block behind the wheel. Agree? I can't get enough of chillin in my truck, sexin in my truck, drinkin in my truck or just plain cruisin in my truck. I love the 2nd and 3rd glances me and my girl get from the brothas in the hood when we ride through. We open up the moonroof, spark that fire, gloss our lips and see how many wanna go for a ride by the time we drag ass on home at 4am... Now don't get me wrong, I'm not stuck on myself by any means. Hell...I know that all things new will soon be old. But why not enjoy it while it's new a floss a little bit. That's includes myself. I think I'm hot because I think I'm hot. I don't need anyone to tell me that (and many have) because more often than not people give you vain compliments to manipulate you by playing off of your own vanity. Ya Feel Me? But to be a woman who loves her 4'11", 38-28-42 physique. With beautiful almond shaped eyes, dark lashes and a brilliant smile. Is to be a woman who is free... I'm that magnificently voluptuous, toned, pecan tan sistah the brothas hold on to. But ya know what's even more important to me? The beauty I feel inside. Oh by the way...His name is SuperBlack...my truck of course.

Thinkin too much...Sunshine (Old Draft; I don't even remember composing this one)

2005-07-23T20:40:00.000-04:00

I realized today that I am a champ at thinking. I have random thoughts all the time with a splash of deepness to keep it interesting. I was brushing my teeth this morning and I became totally fasinated with the embroidery on my robe. The stitching of each rose was precise up close; fascinating. Held back each little stitch created a beautiful life-like rose that looked as though it could be plucked straight from the front of my robe. I wonder about the woman (or man) that created such a beautiful thing. Did they take pride in their work or did they hate their job and abhor each stitch as much as I appreciated. Beauty can be found in all things. Some things you have to look harder. When I was in college I worked grave yard in a refrigerator factory. Each night I put in my 8, running a huge press that created the interior mold of the frigs. I hated that job. It was hot, noisy, tiring work. But I always took pride in each frig I helped to build. An I most certainly appreciate my own personal appliance that keeps my hips nice and round.
You know pets are a damn trip. My cat Angel is the most spoiled prissy ghetto wanna-be a dog hilarious friendly bitchy animal I've ever met. She has more personality than the majority of people I know. I spent an entire day in the clouds(sunshine) watching her. She has a daily routine I realized. In the morning she gets up and eats breakfast. Then she strolls off and finds a comfortable place in front of a window and takes a leisurely bath. After that she's on to about 20 minutes of yoga. No lie, this kitty does yoga 2-3 times a day in front of the fireplace.
You know people who always have to prove their knowledge really piss me off. What's up with that. You know the type. Will ask you a question they know the answer to just so that they can feel better about themselves in someway by waiting for your wrong answer to give their 'brilliantly' right answer. You know you know somebody like that. Got a GED but know all about nuclear medicine, sports, airliners, pet behavior, psychology, geography, engineering and auto-body repair. What the hell... Make you wonder...
I got a brand new car and before I could make the first payment my child...aah, I mean husband already put a dent in it. Doing some stupid shit of course. It would have been lovely if he had an accident. That I can accept. Get this we had an argument right. I'm one of those types of people that need to walk away after a certain point or either fight. I got a real fight or flight complex. anyway, after about 3 hours of arguing I decide to leave. This jerk act like he can stop my SUV from leaving by hanging on to the side mirror. He put a huge dent in it... Such is life in the first year of marriage. That shit sure did suck though.
Did you guys hear about the movie theatres being sued for putting out fake reviews. Check this site out...Sony Pays 1.5m

Maintenance Windows!

2005-07-19T17:06:00.000-04:00

Maintenance people will keep you waiting forever! Every time I schedule some sort of work at home; be it phone, internet, satellite or security service they always give you this time range in which they may or maynot show up. Today I had a maintenance window of 12-5pm. Do you know when this M-phucker showed up? That's right you guessed it 4 freakin 59pm. And he didn't arrive with a friendly smile or anything like that at all. You would think after making a customer wait for 4 hours and 59 minutes for you to arrive you would at least be friendly and cheerful. Okay that is simply not the case. Why can't they give you a courtesy call to let you know that they are on the way so that you literally aren't waiting on pins and needles for them to arrive. How am I supposed to relax and enjoy anything about my day! Am I pissed you bet your ass I'm pissed. I took a day off work for this crap. I was really expecting to get some me time out of this one. Okay, let me put on my fake ass smile and pay this M-phucker.

Mothers and Daughters

2005-07-16T09:35:00.000-04:00

The most unpredictable relationship God ever created. There is a fragility to the way that Moms interact with their daughters. As we grow up we can either grow apart or together. My relationship with my mother is a combination. The further apart we live the closer our relationship. The closer the geographical proximity the further apart we grow. I'm not quite sure how I became the sensitive and caring person I am while my mother doesn't seem to have any of that. My mom was widowed when I was 4 years old. I've always felt a certain degree of resentment from my mom as if she really wanted my father not particularly me. I was a means to an end and that end came far sooner than she anticipated. (Only God Knows!)

Anyway, we have a lot of problems which I'm sure will be chronicled in bits and pieces over time. For now, my Mother is on her way up for a visit and the rare opportunity to go shopping at my time and expense. This is the only way to get her to visit me, so be it. Tonight, I'll give you a heads up on how it went...

Alpacas?

2005-07-15T08:31:00.000-04:00

I've been trying to understand this one for weeks. What the phuck is an Alpaca? I've been seeing these commercials, right. I know you know what I'm talking about. You know the Alpaca farm commercial. It says its a great way to retire or earn extra money. Well, I decided to go to the web site and see what all the hoopla was about. I mean come on. This is the strangest animal: a cross between a miniature pony and a sheep. The website even claims that you can shear the alpaca for its fleece like coat. Well, when was the last time you bought a sweater and it was 100% Alpaca.
The Low Down: http://www.ilovealpacas.com

Since ancient times, the South American Andes Mountains have been the ancestral home to the prized alpaca. Their fleece was cherished by members of the Incan civilization (referred to as "The Fiber of the Gods"), and their graceful herds of alpaca roamed the lush foothills and mountainous pastures.
The highly prized fleece of the alpaca has inspired many to start in-home "cottage industries" which involve shearing the alpacas and spinning the fiber of their own animals into yarn that can be made into high quality apparel while others market the fiber through the support of organized fiber co-ops.
Families with children will appreciate how alpacas are so gentle and easy to handle, and they may want to become involved in the many family-oriented events around the country.
Alpacas require a small amount of acreage compared to other livestock

Okay, I must stop there. This animal is just plain ugly. I don't care how huggable children may find them. Kids eat bugs...alright. Another website excerpt. This one tripped me out forreal...

The suri has fiber that grows quite long and forms silky, pencil-like locks. (see above pic)

This animal has locks, ya'll. And they are natural. I know some of my brothers and sisters may envy that but, dang! Anyway, just thought I'd get this off my chest. If there are any Alpaca farmers out there please post comments to this blog. I'd like to know if it was really worth it.

Give me permission to be a loser

2005-06-29T13:23:00.000-04:00

You know what...work sucks! I sincerely wish I never became accustomed to hot water, heat, A/C, indoor plumbing and all the other stuff we love and makes having a job necessary. All the responsibility of bills, debt and prosperity. Why can't we all just line our little cardboard boxes up and put a mailbox on the side and call it a day. That way the Jones ain't got no more than you do and there won't be anything to keep up with. Just give me permission to be a loser and I'd gladly let someone else worry about all the reasons I have to put in my 40+ hours.

What about self improvement, relaxation, reflection and all the other things you could devote yourself to during that 40 hours. You ever notice how nice people are on Monday and how mean they are by Friday. Work changes people and pulls them away from the essence of their true selves. Your work image is not your real image. It is manufactured and manipulated by the company you work for and the people you work with. It's amazing.

Do what you truely love. For me...being a full-time slacker would be great. I could slack my way right into my true personality and maintain that for all 168 hours of a week instead of what's leftover after work. P.S. I'm at work. Can't ya tell.

That was easy

2005-06-28T10:30:00.000-04:00

okay this is my first blog. i'm just typing to have something to post. unfortunately, i really don't have anything to say. i was thinking so hard about creating it i forgot to think of something to write once it was up and running. well, give me a minute. i'm sure i'll come up with something.