Locks, Love, Laptop, and Me

I'm in like again and hopefully this one will last, FOREVER. I'm tired of the cycle of meeting, courting, playing, and breaking up. He's a dollbaby. There is an age difference of a few years, a whole lot of years, like thirteen years.

I got my battery adapter for my laptop today! My laptop runs about 24/7 and the battery adapter lasts about 12 months or less. I'm surprised it lasted that long. I was able to update my website. Many items sold out over the three days it was out. I have new items coming and I hope folks will like them and the lower prices!

I want freeform locks!

Let's see. My job is slowing down since P&G is ending it's year. Boo! That means less hours until the end of the month. On my time away from work I'll be somewhere fishing. Maybe I'll learn to like seafood as much as the fisherman taking me.

Here's some new goodies. I hope you like it!

Any Good News?

I read CNN on my phone all of the time. Lately it's just been news ranging from horrible to hideous to what is going on in the world today?

Here are some of the news as I see it. A man steals a plane, runs it into a mall, killing himself and five year old son. Wife has to sell items of heirlooms of her famous Rabbi husband because Madoff robbed them blind. A man kills ten people and himself because he didn't live up to his own dreams. Preacher shot dead during church service. Student kills several because he was picked on at school. Japan is launching destroyers because Somalian pirates are raiding ships. I like to think of it as self defense because what would you do if somebody kept dumping radio active mess in your backyard. Skipping Rihanna and Chris Brown because that's why people stay out of domestic problems. We can tell them time and time again to leave, but sometimes they don't. Moving onto BeBe Winans pushing down his ex-wife in front their children. I was a bit taken back at how nice BeBe looks compared to when he was in the Heaven video.

Onto the good news of Michael Jackson selling out in 4 hours. Who's Bad?

Now with me, I could go on and on about what I hate and what gets on my nerves but I won't. So, what's good with me? I went home last week and had a ball with my parents and they did my taxes.

I finally bought a new printer. I hope everyone who's made purchases appreciates the packing slips. I was getting tired of plugging up my old laptop and old printer to my air card. Everything was moving at snails pace making that part of getting orders out a chore.

My hair is locking and people can actually recognize my hair as locks now! As for the nape. The bunching has gotten out of hand on the two outer most bottom locks so I took them out. The hair will remain unlocked for now. I have one lock left on that row and he will probably be taken aloose too.

I have been dating the same guy with no cheating for an entire year. I'm still not posting any pictures just in case, lol. I do have two of us in my Facebook album.




I have been tinkering with the idea of getting a tattoo. If I punk out I'll get something pierced. I really like the guy above. His name is Kokopelli. He is Native fertility god, prankster, healer and story teller who also helps winter turn into spring with his flute. I personally like to think that he plays the Frankie Knuckles The Whistle Song.

Do you have any good news?

Silent Assassin

Sometimes when you meet a new guy that you are seeing as your sole man, you get phone calls from the men you were dating before him. My way of handling this is I answer the phone because I have nothing to hide. At some point I have to tell them the good news. It's usually prompted by "I haven't heard from you in a while." "When can I take you out again?" "When can I see you?" And that's when I glow and grin at the new man and say, "I'm seeing some one now and I really like him."

The Book

It's done. I've learned that the most wonderful story tellers that I've met have been elaborate, chronic liars. Everyone I've met has been for a reason. I try to leave a good impression on the folks that I meet. I treat them with fairness and an open-mind from beginning to end. That's something I will always do. Thank you for writing this book.

I got this quiz from n'Drea. We are both Earth.

Your Power Element is Earth

Your power color: yellow Your energy: balancing Your season: changing of seasons Dedicated and responsible, you are a rock to your friends.You are skilled at working out even the most difficult problems.Low key and calm, you are happiest when you are around loved ones.Ambitious and goal oriented, you have long term plans to be successful.

What's" Your Power Element?

YEAH! I feel better!

Yes, I feel so much better. I did take Friday off from work and I met two guys. One I like. The other one is a minister who has R. Kelly's "Imma Flirt" as his music for you to listen to when you call him. He pulled into the parking lot when I was getting my headlight fixed at Autozone. Said I was cheating on him because I usually take the car to Precision Tune where he works. Had a girlfriend and child at the time. And then called and said I had about seven condoms in my underware drawer and most of them are from the gold box and black box. Let me go see. I got off the phone with that pervert. I couldn't deal with that.

The one I like is a wee bit younger than I am. I'm and he's 23. He's working and doing a lot better than these guys 10 years his senior. I guess he just hasn't had the time to have 2 children, 2 DUIs, 2 gun charges, 2 failure to appears, no license......

Oh yes, ladies we are no longer dating Route 66. I know how much you liked him, but we parted ways.

After condom tallying. I have a whole black box. There's a gold box with two, 2 purple ones, and one silver. So he was right about the colors, and I have 8 condoms. And just like R. Kelly he's a freaking perv.

Happy Feet - These Boots are Made for Walking

The other day I was walking with Ciara when my neighbor - not the one I've talked about before - but a new one - asked me if I wanted to go stepping. I said sure. Yesterday she came by to get me and I followed her to Renaissance Jazz Club. And I'm learning to Chicago Step or Hustle/Bump as my parents call it because it's the same thing they danced to back when I was a little kid. Everyone was black. A few folks around my age - mostly older - had more men than I thought would come to a dance class. I think it might have been about 30 or more folks. And of course I was the beginner. I've never played sports or taken dance and I'm horrible at mind over body tasks. I took a Tai Chi class in college and had to write a report because I was about to get a the only B in the class. Either I can't remember the steps or I just can't do them.

I was thinking about getting another lover in addition to the one I currently have. Wow, I need another lover like I need a hole in my head. It could be my grand adrenaline rush from last night. I'll see how I feel tomorrow. Right now I feel like throwing up.

Is Shawn Jay outta of jail yet? I'll google him.

What He Said

Route 66 said I should quit smoking, while he was pulling on his cigarette. Ponder. Mmmhmm. I asked him why he said that. He said that I should. Ponder. Let it go.

Ooh little darlin' if you'refree 4 a couple of hours
(Free 4 a couple of hours)
If U ain't busy 4 the next 7 years
(Next 7 years)
Oh I say let's pretend we're married and go all night
There ain't nothin' wrong if it feels all right
I won't stop until the morning light
Let's pretend we're married and go all night, tonight

Ooh-we-sha-sha-coo-coo-yeah
All the hippies sing together

Let's just pretend we're married, tonight

Thank you Prince

Advice from Single Women - Continued

Zaharah's comment to my last post 'Don't Take Advice of a Single Woman on Relationships' sparked me to thinking. Here is her comment...

"You are SO RIGHT! There are a lot of bitter women out there who are angry at men and they don't want to see another woman happy in a relationship! If you listen to them, you will end up just as lonely as they are and with a lot of regrets. Follow YOUR HEART and YOUR OWN INSTINCTS. Forget about their standards. Most of the time, these women don't even think for themselves. They adhere to standards that society dictates they should have and those standards are steeped in shallowness and frivolity to begin with."

OMG, I wonder if these society standards are set to keep black women from dating and marrying black men. I understand there are red flags that you shouldn't ignore and some standards are criticle to some people. But if I picked my friends using the same criteria that they have for deciding who to date - then I wouldn't have any friends at all. I know I'm not marrying a friend girl, but I trust her and love her with my whole being and want to receive that same unconditional love.

All of them have killjoy, pessimistic, egotisical attitudes - like they sweat diamonds and their shit smells like linen spray.

So, birds of feather flock together. Association brings on assimilation. What do my friends say about me? I'm an evil, selfish, bitter heifer. That's so not me. As of today, these women have got to go. They don't even read my blog. Ciara's first language is Spanish so she can't even read it.

Don't Take the Advice of a Single Woman on Relationships

I have friends who I know would not date Route 66. First off he has a child. My friends do not date men with children. I understand the reasoning, but my goodness people do come with children nowadays. Why won't you date a man with a child when you have one yourself? That doesn't seem fair at all. He has to make a the same or more money. I can understand that too, but if he's out on his own and you're living at home mortgage free - he's not going to have the same speeding allowance as you do. He has to dress like this, talk like this, work here, drive that, and some of these demands are not even met the woman who's making the list.

So, I never told my friends about anything concerning my beliked Route 66. Why? They give advice when advice is not solicited. I say, "Route is coming over today." Instead of saying, "Cool, I hope yall have fun." I get....

"I wouldn't let him come over to my house."
"He'd have to meet me somewhere else."
"Where is he taking you?"
"I'd make him take me to the Chop House."
"Why are letting him come over to your house?"
"You ever been to his house?"
"He lives with some woman!"
"He lives with his baby mama!"
"He's married."
"Have you met his daughter?"
"He doesn't have a daughter."
"I would have met his daughter by now."

With advice like that, I see why they are single and wondering where the good men are. They are the ones looking for something to do on the weekend all the time. They can't understand that my home is so comfortable that I like being here. Then they have horrible sex lives. They expect a man to know everything. Come on, just tell him where the spot is if he can't find it. Afterwhile he's going to give up trying and you're going to be frustrated. "I keep hinting to him what I like." Stop playing games and just tell him, it will save both of you time. As a matter of fact, stop telling me cause I can't help you.

I hate killjoys. I was sharing the Madea video clip and before I could say what it was, "I don't like Madea." I said, "I didn't ask you that." Right then, that person tried to kill my joy of finding something I liked. Whenever someone comes to me raving about fish - I listen. And if they try to push the fish on me - I say, "Mmm, you make it sound really delicious, but the thing is I don't eat fish." And I give them the, 'gosh this is killing me because I want it just as bad as you do' look. I really want to love what they love. But these killjoys just from the bat say - "I HATE ANYTHING THAT BRINGS YOU HAPPINESS AND DELIGHT."

So, from now on, I'm not sharing my relationship not even mention not one thing about a relationship to these what are becoming so-called-friends.

Silly rabbits, these tricks are kids.