Mood Song

 Day 8 – A song to match your mood.

My girl Nicki Minaj!
Today I'm feeling greater than Tony the tiger. Just one of those days I can see past the mistakes I've made, my present fatigue and the overwhelming goals I've set for the future. Many woman are guilty of being their own worst critic and my mind is persistent with such negative thoughts. The curse of the overly ambitious. But today is a beautiful day. I'm in the moment. Forget everything else. "I'm the best" fits my mood to a "T". Plus this song is just fun. Got me feeling like a bo$$. I'm mean I might cop a million Jimmy Choo's just for fun.  Toodles............

Favorite line: You could never understand why I grind like I do. 2 P's and a C why I grind like I do!

"I'm The Best"Uh, yo. Yo.
It was back in 07 did a couple of tapes.
Did a couple DVD's made a couple mistakes
Didn't know what I was doing but I put on a cape
Now it's which world tour should I go on today?
See, you told me I would lose but I won.
I might cop a million Jimmy Choo's just for fun.
Cause bitches couldn't take what's in me
Australia to Sydney
Might run up in Disney
Out in LA with Lindsey.
Got the eye of the tiger the lion of Judah
Now it's me and my time it's just me in my prime
Everything I tried to teach em' they gone see it in time.
Tell the bitches get a stick, I'm done leading the blind.
Got two shows tonight that's Brooklyn and Dallas
Then a private party at the Buckingham palace.
Which means I gotta fly like a movie no commercial
That's young money, cash money yeah, I'm universal.

I hear they coming for me.
Because the top is lonely.
What the fuck they gon say?
What the fuck they gon say?
I'm the best bitch doing it,
I'm the best bitch doing it.
I'm the best best best best
I'm the best best best best

Yo, yo, I remember when I couldn't buy my mother a couch
Now I'm sitting at the closing, bought my mother a house.
You could never understand why I grind like I do.
Makiah and Julani why I grind like I do.
Cause even when my daddy was on crack I was crack
Now the whole album's cracked you ain't gotta skip a track.
I ain't gotta get a plaque, I ain't gotta get awards
I just walk up out the door all the girls will applaud.
All the girls will come in as long as they understand
That I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they could win.
Cause before they could begin you told them it was the end
But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in.
Got two bones to pick I'm a only choose one,
You might get addressed on the second album
Which means you can breathe until I mothafucking say so.
To all my bad bitches I can see your halo.

I hear they coming for me.
Because the top is lonely.
What the fuck they gon say?
What the fuck they gon say?
I'm the best bitch doing it,
I'm the best bitch doing it.
I'm the be be best.
I am the Best!

Eh, Eh, it's okay.
It's okay.
Long as you know,
Long as you know,
Long as you mothafuckin know, I am the best best best best. I'm the best best best best...

I hear they coming for me
Because the top is lonely.
What the fuck they gon say?
What the fuck they gon say?
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best best best best. I'm the best best best best.
I'm the Best!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=ApHX0suHGhw

Dream Wedding

Day 7: Your dream wedding.

This one is easy. *smiles* By now you should know that I am far from traditional. I also have an acute case of commitment-phobia so my dream wedding would have to be a last minute endeavor. That's right, we're going to Las Vegas! My soul-mate would just wake up one day and decide that he wanted my hand in marriage sooner rather than later. He wouldn't ask for my hand in marriage. He would tell me how much he couldn't live without it. A date would be set in a weeks time maximum if the arrangements couldn't be made that very night. He would gather 5 of his friends and I would gather 5 of mine (Mom, Sister, my son's god-mother, 2 other wonderful women who inspired my children's names) to make an intimate party of 12. I'm talking cocktails from the plane to the chapel. And photos. Lots of photos. Think of that wine tour I mentioned in the "Day 5" post. A limo, laughter and responsible intoxication. The ceremony (I hate formal ceremonies) would be brief. Original vows in honor of my love affair with words. Nothing too dramatic or overly romantic. A simple "I'll love you forever girl" will do. The reception would take place back at our hotel suite. Someone's Ipod playing love songs from the 90s (Dru Hill, Jagged Edge, Aerosmith.... I am musically stuck in that era) in the background. The cake would be as simple as my dress. The dress would be something light. Short. Easy to dance in.  This could change but I'm quite fond of Tiffany's mini cakes. A variety of simple flavors. Food ordered up from room service or a local restaurant. Something pescatarian or vegetarian. As long as it's simple and delicious. The night would end with all of us laying down wherever sleep finds us. Late flights for home would be booked for the next day. My soul-mate and I would have one more stop to make before the airport. Matching tattoos at a tattoo parlor of our liking. I've never been a ring girl. Aside from him, ink is this girl's best friend. Maybe some of our friends will get some ink work done as well. Something small so we can make that flight back. After 2 days of mayhem, I will be longing for a kiss from my son, smiles from my daughters and a snuggle from Kingston. So I will definitely want to head back home.
Oh yes, a girl can dream.......

Russian Toy Terrier

Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.



This little fellow right here is a Russian Toy Terrier. I am not even a fan of small dogs however this one has a temperament that I find adorable. Highly intelligent, loyal, and great with children. I mean I love anything that can make me look at them twice despite my initial aversion due to whatever reason. Plus they have this elegant look that is extremely photogenic (and I love to take pictures). It would fit right into my lickle family. Besides I already live with a cat (Kingston!) whom I adore so I need a pet that leaves room for my other baby.

The Cane Corso was a close second however as much as I love that breed it doesn't fit my lifestyle. I'm a firm believer that large dogs should have access to acres of land to romp in and discover. And since I trust that my future will involve a humble home and ample traveling (long car rides to my old stomping grounds in NY), a large breed dog isn't a good fit. It sure is a beautiful breed though. Affectionate and also good with children. Protective. That quiet yet emphatic presence. Maybe one day............

Perfect Date

Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.

I'm thinking it should start in the morning. A cool Spring morning. At too early an hour to put on the usual masks people love to adorn when getting to know each other. At least one would hope. I like a man who isn't afraid of the great outdoors. And I love a man who isn't afraid to get dirty. So horseback riding would be the activity of choice. Light conversation and easy laughter would be exchanged while we followed a manufactured trail through some woodland. My awkwardness likes to be the first characteristic trait of mine to introduce itself so I would probably slip on some dew while trekking through the grass toward our reserved stallions. It would be nice to observe his attentiveness and reaction to my potential fall. If his concern would outweigh a moment most would find humorous. He's a hell a catch if it's a mixture of both. The trail would come to an end in the middle of a childhood memory that he feels open enough to share with me (because I'm so fabulous of course). I would be able to relate to that story as he finished it on the walk back to our vehicles. My intrigue would peak as I made a note of our similar experiences. He would be making a note of the time lapse since breakfast and extend an invitation to continue the day with him. Something about lunch at his favorite restaurant. And the conversation would take a sexier turn while we pigged out on vegetarian burgers and French fries. After sharing a chocolate dessert (one in which he would spoon feed to me at times), we would aim to end the date again and take a second walk to our cars. He would linger....I would let him; my back to the drivers side door. Words are everything to me so I would anxiously await, as he searched for the perfect words to end the day. Depending on my mood...the way the stars aligned themselves...the way these perfect words would fall from his sexy lips (because he has to have lips that are inviting...lol)...etc. If destiny ordains all of these factors to be merge just right, the culmination of this perfect day would be further delayed. Yet again. Into a perfect night........

*le sigh*  A woman can dream, can't she?

Never leave home without prayer

Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.

A moment of gratitude sent up to the heavens for my children. They are my saving grace. They are my food and my air. If I'm not in a rush a second moment for my mother, sister and cat. We bang and we clash however thay make me all that I am. 

House of Cards

Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.



I'm benevolent by nature. It's annoying at times however I've come to embrace it because it's a chore to be anything else. One must simply learn how to avoid nefarious souls for survival. People who are the epitome of destructive characteristics such as self-indulgence and gluttony fascinate me to no end though. Did your mother not love you enouugh???? House of Cards satisfies that curiosity about the most engrossing kind of evil of them all; people of massive financial means who seem to have it all already. The writers do an incredible job with the plot. They spin a realistic turn of events that keeps the audience locked in. Kevin Spacey's character captivates me wit his ambition yet repulses me with the lines he crosses to acheive his goals. It's amazing, really. Imagine what he could effectuate if his "powers" were used for the benefit of society and not his sole personal desires. Someting I've wondered about so many people. *le sigh* This show is riveting!  

Favorite Author

Day 13 – Your favorite author and why?



This man right here. *sigh* Can we just take a moment of silence for my favorite literary mind of all time? A moment to acknowledge the level of talent it takes to write over 20 books that are all beautifully well developed stories that are just perfect. I love everything about him. How he chose to follow his heart and transition into a career that was his true calling. Such bravery. I read my first Eric Jerome Dickey in junior high school (no, I didn't understand it all...yes, I was a little advanced for my age). I was an anti-social child who's brain was constantly submerged in character analysis and plots from books written by authors pre-approved from a mainstream curriculum that wasn't engineered for the a brown skin girl in the throes of self discovery. My apologies if that was a mouthful....lol. The first time I read an Eric Jerome Dickey book was the first time I saw myself in a book. Well, my future self.....lol.  Black people. Black relationships. Romantic love. Higher education. Sex that held a deep connection yet could still be kinky. Sex that didn't have to end in marriage or a broken heart or a baby (although there was plenty of that as well...lol). Characters with natural hair. Villains with flaws everyone could comprehend. Characters that you couldn't just place in a box. His narration from a women's point of view is so authentic. It blew my mind. It may sound simple however I didn't grow up with such values. Although his work is fiction, he made those ideas real. College was a concept that I had difficulty understanding (future salary vs present cost of tuition). The men that surrounded me......us (a house full of women). Under-educated and financially insecure men of poor moral standing. They shaped my perception of men in this century in general. I would read about Malcolm X, Frederick Douglass, Jean Domonique (to name a few), look up from my book and wonder what happened to the real men. It was my first glimpse of life outside of the "hood". Men outside of the "hood". Reading about female characters who redefine their sexuality and men who didn't sleep with just any female that was willing to give it away were small nuggets of ideas in my brain that had yet to be confirmed by the world I live in. He not only validated those views, he made them cool. Whenever the date of his next book gets released, I wait for it in fervid anticipation like a child does Christmas. Whenever I go a while without reading a particular book, I get giddy because my forgetful mind re-reads and re-enjoys it like it has just been released. I could continue however I'm sure you get the idea. Despite how much I adore him, his novels are intricately woven and fun to read. What more could you ask for? Eric Jerome Dickey, I love you.  


******Update******

I can scratch meeting my literary hero off of my bucket list. May 17, 2014 is the date that my dream came true. My babysitter wasn't available and everyone else had a prior engagement so it was just little old me. The trio and I were on the road bright and early heading to the book festival where he would be in attendance. The heavens shined down on me as a parking spot opened up just for me. I had Baby B in the ergo carrier on my back, Baby A was seated comfortably in my left arm and the baby bag was in the crook of my right elbow. LP was was orbiting around me like a lone star. My body protested but my enthusiasm fought back ferociously. This is Eric Jerome Dickey we're talking about! And he is actually awesome. Respectful and considerate. I thought that I would come off as the crazy old lady in the shoe however he was nothing but amiable. Pleasant and gentle in all references to the trio. And I was nothing but elated. He's everything I believed that he would be. I left that book signing in a state of total elevation. I'm still on cloud nine as you're reading this right now. So grateful.