Merry Christmas

Merry, Merry Christmas :)

Where were you when the world ended?

So the world did not end, thank God!!! but I still believe the Mayans were onto something because the weather sure has been doing some strange things. The wind almost succeeded in flinging my car off the road but I guess the gods of the road kept me safe. So where was everyone when the world ended 12/21/2012? I was at work, hoping the world would actually end so I could skip work,lol!!!

Proud sista

So my big bro is getting married in december. I can't wait, he is the sweetest dude on the planet. Now I'm not saying this because he is my big bro,I have two big bros and they are both outstanding young men(yels, I brag, I brag,lol), but I digress. I actually honestly and absolutely envy their wives because I swear to you that if they were not my brothers, I would have fought any and every woman on earth to marry one of them (No incesto,lol, just facts) and no, it's not the sister thing, their ladies can attest to this. I am so happy for these ladies though because both my brothers are with ladies who truely appreciate them and would do anything for them,now what could be better right? I'll tell you what , my sisters and I finding equally outstanding dudes to marry and I must say, so far, we aint having that much luck. It's more difficult than that eye of the needle and camel thing I tell you. I know my parents are not the only great parents on earth so why o why is it so hard to find a young man of integrity, who is easy on the eyes and quite ambitious and focused ? Is it too much to ask? It's not like I'm asking for a guy who looks like Will Smith(with out the big ears), stylish like Pharrell , funny like Chris Rock, swaggified like Lenny Kravitz, rich like Bill, who cooks like Govind Armstrong and can serenade me like Usher, though now that I think of it, it would be nice, real nice...So why lord? Why? Please let me know o  and yes I am taking applications(I joke,I joke...not).

LOL!!!,
The foxy one.

Dirty ole Men

Hi there lovely people of cyberspace,how do you do?

 So I was taking in walk in the park, trying to clear my head in light of the string of disappointments that have been coming my way for the past 2 months where out of no where 'Methuselah' says:

Methselah:" Hey baby, taking a walk."
Me: "Yes, lovely weather; also clearing my head."

So Methuselah proceeds to tell me howmany miles he walks a day, lists the healthy foods he eats(he fumbles through this part as he can't remember what healthy foods he eats) and then he proceeds to ask me if I was married. After picking up my lower lip from the floor I told him no, to which he responded, o your husband is going to be such a lucky man to which I promptly responded, "Thanks". Then Methuselah proceeds to tell me where he lives to which I respond, "Thanks for the information."
 He goes on to ask where I live to which I respond, "Around", he tells me he lives with his niece and that he has been divorced for 5 years ( he was still wearing a wedding band by the way and did I mention he was Methuselah?) and that he loved to wine and dine his 'ladies', make them breakfast in bed (whose bed I wonder?) and take them out. In my mind I was like, so you do what any man in a healthy relationship does? (applause) At this point, I wanted to tell the old casanova to get lost but I politely said,  I had to get going, to which he responded, "So, when do I see you again?", in my mind(errr, never,ever,ever,ever........) to him "oh, I'm always at this park (It was my first and last time at that park btw) to which he responded, "Ok , see you tomorrow then 'baby'", I smiled sweetly and said to my self, you got the baby part right, you're old enough to father my father.
So there you have it folks, my question is this though, do the dirty ole men ever change?


Later loves!!!
xoxoxoxo

Parents

    Hi there lovely people of cyberspace,how do you do?  Before I start my rants, happy Mothers day in advance to my mummy and all thelovely mothers out ther. Today I'll be talking about parents in general sha, not just mothers.... I love my parents more than anything in the world. I'm yet to be one but can't wait to be responsible for another and give them all the love I have in me.I'm at that age where each time see I one of  those 'little people', I want to have one of my own but on the other hand I wonder if I'll be as good a parent as I want to or what heartbreaks I would face as a parent.
     That said, I don't think parenting is for everyone, each day I hear one heartbreaking story or the other about parents savagely beating or in some extreme cases killing their offspring for little mistakes they make each day. Now I'm not against old school discipline entirely, infact my mummy was a member of the "whoop now, beg later commitee",lol!! but I digress (love you to pieces mum) but sometimes I wonder where the line between discipline and down right hatred is.
    Parents out there, please remember that those little people you take care of each day have feelings too and will be all grown-up one day, I'm not saying spoil them everytime, spoil them when they deserve to be spoiled but also be kind when you are dishing out your servings of discipline.
I'll leave you with a video I saw on youtube,no the parents did not whoop this kid but I couldn't help but feel so sorry for the boy in the video. Please see the video to understand why:

Ps: Emotional torture is worse than a whooping in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own this video o, I was just concerned for little dude in the video :(

What the hog?

So according to yahoo news, this fella shot his lady friend in both legs because he thought she was a hog. How, when, why, where? Sigh........ hmmm.


http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/florida-man-mistakes-girlfriend-hog-shoots-her-180030103--abc-news-topstories.html;_ylt=Aqjsn4M.xIm.X2UMFqO6pmfzWed_;_ylu=X3oDMTRvbDVsYzFhBGNjb2RlA2dtcHRvcDEwMDBwb29sd2lraXVwcmVzdARtaXQDTmV3cyBmb3IgeW91BHBrZwMzMmZlZjIyOC03MTYxLTM0ZjctODhjNi1mZTk1MGRlMGZhYTcEcG9zAzEEc2VjA25ld3NfZm9yX3lvdQR2ZXIDYjQzOGVkZjItOGUzYi0xMWUxLWFhYjctYzc2NzljMGI4ZGNm;_ylg=X3oDMTQzdmg1ZGljBGludGwDdXMEbGFuZwNlbi11cwRwc3RhaWQDZDc3Njc2OWMtMTIxZS0zODlmLTgwZGUtODhiYTc4ZDk4YmYzBHBzdGNhdANlbnRlcnRhaW5tZW50fGNlbGVicml0eQRwdANzdG9yeXBhZ2UEdGVzdANjb250cm9sX25vX2xpZ2h0Ym94;_ylv=3

How does that even happen?

Oklahoma Blues

Hey there people,how have you been? So I thought the part of Florida I used to live in was the most boring, depressing place one could ever venture into. It was even on the list of yahoo's most depressing places to live but boy was I wrong. I just moved to Oklahoma about two weeks ago and I'm about ready to gouge my eyes out with a teaspoon. It is the worst place to live I kid you not. Have you ever lived in a place in the great US of A where most businesses are closed on the weekend? where it is a special occasion to see someone with brown skin? Oh speaking of which, please permit me to digress not totally off topic. Now I'm not trying to start anything but it is a fact that there are some kind of jobs that you expect a black brother or sister to be doing.. I repeat I ain't trying to start nothing but if you want to be honest with yourself you would agree with me when I say certain jobs are reserved for brother and sisters in the US of A and this 'law' holds true in every city/town I've been to but I think I'm drifting too far off topic, so here I was going through the McDonald's drive through to get my breakfast on a cold Friday morning and hmm, that's odd, not a single brother or sister in sight but I brushed it off, got my # 4(lol) and went to work.(PS: I don't always eat McDonald's o, these were extenuating circumstances as I had just moved and my kitchen utensils were still AWOL) now that we've cleared that up, so I went there on Saturday again and went in this time and what did I see? It was like dropping a chocolate chip in a glass of milk, and if you were wondering, yes I was the chocolate chip. The whole Mickey D's crew was Hispanic and the customers? Let's just say they were extremely nice because my coming in helped them say they had a diverse clientele.

     I moved here to train for six months after which they will post me else where to be an assistant manager. It's a wonderful opportunity and I'm grateful for it but I can't wait to be done with training so I can move elsewhere and I'm starting a novena for it to be many states away from here cos this place right here? wow!!!

     So there you have it folks, if you were planning on ever visiting or moving here, you may want to re-think that or erase the thought all together. I repeat, ladies and gents, we have a winner here. Even if your job offers you a padded bank account and a mansion on a hill here run like hell or you will be moving to hell.

Yours Truly,
The foxy one :)

Ms. Houston

RIP Ms. Houston, go on home and raise your voice in the choir of the most high.

Something Bothering me

I grew up in Naija and only moved here after college. I remember getting a fever every now and then (the mosquitoes were not joking o, they had 36 teeth and went to the gym), okay, maybe I'm exaggerating but one of the most common ailments in Naija is the Malaria fever, caused by the bites of these oh so lovely creatures(infected mosquitoes)....oops!!! Back to my point, I would be taken by my ever so caring parents to the hospital to get a shot- now, giving me the shot required my dad giving me the mean side eye and my mum singing songs of praise to convince me to turn around so the scary looking nurse could stab me in the butt, I kid you not, I could wrestle a gorilla to avoid a shot but back to the topic. After getting the shot(s) and the medication rxed by the doctor, I was back to my perfect bill of health ,well, till those pesky mosquitoes struck again, typically after about a year.
Now, why am I boring you with this bit of ancient history? I have noticed that every time I don't feel well and go to see the doctor or get some OTC medication here in the land of milk and honey, the medications help treat(mask) the symptom, never the root cause. If you doubt this, look at most of you rx bottles or the ads on TV, they almost, ALWAYS say, "oh we treat the symptoms" never the cause. This really concerns me, why do we have to live with ailments and be dependent on medications that only mask the symptoms of the ailment and subsequently our physicians? Why can't the problem be fixed once and for all. I thought living in a developed country would mean even better healthcare but boy, was I wrong.
 Say, what country do you think offers the best and most effective healthcare?


Dr Oz seems to agree:

http://healthybodydaily.com/dr-oz-in-case-you-missed-it/dr-oz-4-things-drug-companies-dont-want-you-to-know-secrets-drug-companies-are-hiding

When you feel low

How do you cope when you're low and you don't have any family members that live on the same continent as you? Well you could call your family but what if you need some face to face conversation and not too distant shoulder to cry on? A long distance call or two just won't do then would they? Well you could drop by your friend with sturdy shoulders place and pour your heart out but what if you don't have any such friends huh? What do you do then? Make a call to a random call center and confide in a CSR who wants to come through the line and strangle you? Call your shrink? Drown your sorrows with a couple of shots, at least while the effect lasts?

Different people deal with the blues in different ways; when I've got the hump, I go back to my childhood and the things that made my childhood my safe haven and happy place be it foods I loved as a kid( Mostly candy),  Novels like: "Chike and the river"  and many wonderful books I read in primary school and Secondary School (Enid Blyton Novels and Some Famous five mystery would be lovely but these are out of my reach right now) , Movies like "Sound of Music" and "My fair lady" make me smile and even cry ( but trust me I feel better afterwards) but nothing takes me back to my childhood like Sesame Street. Now I don't mean the new whack episodes where the Count is a pimp and cookie monster is a gangster (I'm serious, I saw Mr. Cookie rap in one episode and I kid you not), no, I mean the old school episodes with the good stuff that gave you your first shot/dose of common sense. I leave you with some clips of the Sesame street I grew up on; a piece of my childhood .I hope it brings back some wonderful memories or makes a new fan of you depending on when you were born )

Enjoy >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Just watch

Wow, so poetry and Christ really do blend :)

Hip Hop

Please check this lady out; I think she rocks!!!!