Ussy

Track 6 is what was playing on her iPod. "Maybach music, You think you using me like this game's new to me..." In her birthday suit sitting on the edge of unadulterated pleasure and her porcelain tub she spread her legs and with her rhinestone hand held mirror looked at her Ussy.

Admiring her she Whispered, mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all. The mirror revealed her beautiful image...

Ladies, do you really understand how much power you have? Ussy, has brought down empires and has made the most powerful man fall from grace.

"But you ainte using me, you just want jewelry..." Ladies stop giving yours away so free willy style. You have bargaining power. I don't care if the man is a preacher or a prominent figure at the end of the day, they all want Ussy.

Lighting up her Gurkha Majesty Reserve she smiled and sang, "We'll be cool as long as you just play your part..."

Ussy, is sometimes better than gold, use yours wisely...

Morning! I told y'all I was gonna hit y'all with something a lil light today, after yesterday's, "IT HURTS SO BAD."  Booooo yow!

Peace until tomorrow, "I ainte stoppn' you and you ainte stoppn' me..."

It hurts so bad

Her hand written letter said, "I cannot take the pain anymore. The pain of my heart is worst then labor pains and it doesn't subside. Every moment my mind is filled with thoughts of him. I can't continue on like this. I'm sorry, I love you, but the pain is unbearable." 

So, dressed in a pretty laced night gown, with a fist full of pills, a glass of carbonated liquid and a plastic grocery bag, she ended the pain for ever... 

Good morning, this blog is of unbearable heartache. Who hasn't had their heart broken at sometime. I know I have. Once in a past life time, it seems, I was broken hearted for almost a year. No one could tell, because I looked beautiful on the outside, never missed work and kept that fake happy smile plastered on my face, but the exuberance of the butterfly was gone. 

Some days the pain was intense. And, on those days, I surrounded myself by my 2 girl friends who gave me love and literally fed me chicken soup, while wiping my eyes and blowing my nose (Thanks T & D I'll never forget that). I also prayed, got out the house and placed huge red check marks on my calendar which marked how long it had been since I dialed his number or paged him (yes paged).

One day, I woke up to HEAR birds singing, was again able to SMELL the flowers, FEEL the sun on my skin, SEE with both eyes open the beauty that surrounded me and TASTED life! "Oh Happy Day!" My beautiful mind, body, soul and spirit sang out! The Butterfly again had her wings. 

Fella's pain of the heart is not gender specific. I once nursed a brotha/friend through his. No, he wasn't a weak man, just one that had fallen in love and had been hurt. His sands called him, "Lova Lova," because women were drawn to him like bees to honey. His eyes were hypnotic, body resembled the Discobolus of Myron and he put the S' in strong and sexy. (ok, I've digressed). 

Pain of the heart has to run it's course, unfortunately, you can't rush it. Stay busy, surrounded by love and definitely prayful and this too shall pass. If you allow it to consume you, you'll end up like her; eyes closed hands folded lying under beautiful flowers and the moon. 

I'm out y'all, I'll come back tomorrow with something a bit lighter. Ha!

Craving

I woke up to the sun beaming brightly through my window. It  was beckoning me to do something Nu and exciting. 

My soul and spirit have been craving something Nu. The craving is so intense, it's gnawing at every part of my being. I  yearn and require Nu experiences, sounds, tastes, food and people, every so often. When that craving is not satisfied, there's an empty, unfulfilled and suffocating feeling. 

I've found the older I get the more curious I've become about life and exploration. I'm always seeking things that are Nu.

Today, instead of rereading what I've already written, I will flip the page and write something on a blank sheet of paper that's Nu...

Good morning world and welcome to my blog. 

Receivers

 

Men can and sometimes do pop around and pollinate many flowers without the slightest of thought of that beautiful vulnerable star gazer after ward.

 But as women, we deal with emotion and receive. So, when they are gone on to the next calla-lillie and have forgotten us, their  essence remains in our spirit, which can  reek havoc on a fragile flower that's craving sun light and water...

Be careful who you receive, ladies...

Hungry Eyes

She introduced me to her friend. His eyes lingered much too long and he held my well manicured hand in his wet palm much too long. I looked away and removed my hand. My mind screamed, "Yek, Hungry Eyes!" 

When an introduction is made by the wife, husband, girl/boy friend or even side situation it is very inappropriate for that person's (the hus/wife, boy/girl friends, side situation) eyes to linger on the person to whom they are being introduced. That look I've named - "Hungry Eyes."

If you have "Hungry Eyes" control that ish! There is a time and a place for everything...

Hump

Happy Hump Day!

Ladies, I've been talking to men at my two favorite cigar spots. What some have told me: They DO NOT like when women step into any establishment frequented by mostly men and start doing too much: Prancing around Flirting with every man in the joint, drunk, high, talking too loudly, cussing like a sailor and not being a lady. (I've been a witness to this behavior).

Now, ladies, these men will smile, talk to you and buy you a taco.  They will also hump you until you have nothing left, including your dignity then leave you like a thief in the night with nothing but a dream...

My advice is to enter like a lamb and to ALWAYS keep it Lady Like with a subtle sexy twist. 

Au revoir!

From da head

Hi Everyone,

I really didn't have a topic in mind today, so, I'll be posting from the head! Ha!

I Love Living Life to the fullest!  I do what I need to make myself HAPPY!  I LIKE: cigars, looking at and studying black men, I truly love black men (I'm married, but looking won't hurt him nor I), writing (I'm writing a book now, kind of a self help book with a twist, as a matter of fact I was asked to send my querie yesterday), laughing often and loud (can't wait till my voice is back, had laryngitis), making people smile, food (I love food), discovering new things, my Nu blog, building my buisness,  a clean house (which reminds me to call the carpet cleaner), talking, looking pretty (love make up, lipstick, lashes and getting my hair and nails done), hugging (I'm a hugger), seeing my daughter dance (she's a great dancer and can make her body move in ways I can only imagine mine moving), my grand daughter's fiesty ways laughter smile curly hair and hugs, doing things to make my mom smile, making my husbands favorite meal (since I don't cook that often, anything I cook is his favorite meal), Designer bags and shoes (my favorites are Gucci and Christian Louboutin and I'm proud to say I own a few of both),  positive people, massages and BACK TO LIFE AGAIN. 

If you are reading this, do something to make your life happy, healthy and complete. 

LIFE IS FOR LIVING AND BEING HAPPY!     

Lata ya'll until tomorrow!

Arnold

Why is everyone so surprised and appalled by Arnold's actions... I've become a bit of a cynic, because Not much surprises me.

I wasn't surprised about the extramarital affair, the illegitimate child it produced, nor that he bought her a home and paid for her nieces Quinciera.

The thing that F*#%ed me up was the fact his side piece remained gainfully employed for years in the house with his wife and kids. Hmm, I wonder how many times he hit that ass, while Maria was somewhere in the mansion...

Now, what type of woman, would
F*#k ya husband, conceive his child, continue working for you in YOUR HOME while pretending to be your friend, but a low down dirty hoe. 2Pac said, "Sometimes you think they yo friends, but they really yo enemy!" And the song that comes to mind is, "Whoop that B*%#h," from the movie Hustle and Flow.

She didn't have to work anymore after squeezing out Govenator the 3rd (since that's his 3rd son, that we know of). See what that rat was doing was rubbn' that shit in Maria's unsuspecting face.

Even though Maria probably hadn't f*#%*d or sucked Arnold off in years, she seriously should've whooped the woman's ass, if nothing but for principle. I'm not even the violent type, but damn an old fashion ass kicking was in order!

We already know Arnold aite shit, but by allowing baby mama to remain in the home makes him the lowest thing known to man kind.

Enough of that, but before I depart: People stop being surprised by human behavior.

I'm out until tomorrow, PEACE!

Sum Otha Stuff

I like the way alcohol feels when it rolls smoothly across my tongue slow dancing over every taste bud, He likes chocolate cake with beer. She likes them tall, bald and wearing wedding bands.

He likes how he feels when he's inside his body, while his girlfriend sleeps in the next room. She likes the euphoria she feels after taking things with expensive price tags. He likes lust, her eyes, hips and lips, but is afraid of love.

She loves the way it instantly awakens her senses and urges her to dance all night, but doesn't like the depression when coming down. He likes molesting women with his married eyes. Alone in her car, she likes eating 2 big Macs and 2 snickers and washing them down with a diet coke, while pretending to be on a diet.

He likes being blindfolded, handcuffed and whipped by a black woman, since he was such a bad bad slave master. She likes 3sums with folk she meets through Craig's list.

He likes placing 1 bullet in the chamber, spinning, placing it at his right temple then pressing the trigger. She likes sharp knives and seeing the blood run down her wrists and onto her pretty pink sheets. He likes puppies, candy and kids. She loves stacks, but hates, "Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt."

They like danger, possible addictions and Sum Otha interestn' stuff.

What deep dark thing do you like... Is it harmful to you or to someone else... If you answered yes, you'd better "Check yourself before you wreck yourself," is all... 

Vi bra tions

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Vi bra tions

Every woman no matter the marital status, age or sexual preference should own her very own vibrator... Yep, I said it. Sometimes a lady just wants to get off alone without all the extra shit. If you don't have one, I suggest you walk into your nearest adult store and pick one up.  The bullet is very popular and very powerful with a variety of speeds. 

I've been told that there are some GAW (grown ass women) that have never had an orgasm. EVER! That's a S H A M E! Now, you really need to run not walk and get yourself one. 

Ladies, this is not a time to be embarrassed. Everyone there is in search of satisfaction. And, for those that have yet to experience multiples, stand by. 

A touch of Romance has 20% off your purchase every 1st Thursday. 

See ya and happy endings! 

He, Him, We

He said he knew me from another life time, I asked which one. He laughed, we danced, he ordered, we ate, he lit it, I inhaled it, He paid, I followed, He undressed, I stared, he came, I trembled, he left, I watched, he was never seen again, We missed he...Yea, We, the beautiful seed he planted and I... 

There is nothing wrong with grown folk having a good time, but do it safely. Too many fatherless children, which effects psyches. I was once in a women's group with all black women. There were 20 of us and the ages ranged from 21-56. Besides being black, the other common denominator was we all grew up in homes without our fathers. So many stories of the long term effect. The way we treated, spoke to and chose men was a direct result of being raised in a fatherless home. Some women were disrespectful to men some subsurvient others domineering some allowed themselves to be abused, because they wanted HIM to be there to help raise the children...

Strange time and way to end this post, but I'm ending it the way he entered and exited her life, abruptly. Please protect yourselves.

Broken

Broken

I genuinely love People and people seem to be drawn to
Me like moths to light. Often times, women feel free  
enough to confide some of the most private, painful and intimate details of their lives with me. As a result, what I've found is some women fly around with broken wings.

These women are broken from childhood physical, mental and/sexual abuse, abandonment issues, from years of being told they were not good enough, the hue of their skin was not light enough, from men who entered their lives like thieves in the might and took their joy, spirit  laughter and left them with nothing but heartache. 

If your wings are broken, it's time for healing and to look into your eyes, in the mirror, and embrace you. Talk to a therapist, it's a new day, time for recovery. There are agencies that offer free counseling. Contrary to what one woman told me, it is NEVER too late for to repair that broken wing. (She has finally sought help). I applaud her!

Please say yes to healing, it's a beautiful world anxiously awaiting you!  

I love me some me

I like chocolate, sushi, collard greens, making people smile, hugs (I'm a hugger), the beach, Long Beach, learning new things, being alone, how my mind works, random acts of kindness, Gucci, Red lips (which I call "Talk to my lips,") my grand daughters smile, beautifying women, life and all it has to offer. I spoke to a woman, a month ago today, and asked her to tell me 3 things she liked, she could only name 2. She was at the door of depression knocking waiting for someone to let her in. I hugged her tightly and to exhaustion and told her to do these things: Talk to God daily, GET OUT THE HOUSE, look into her own eyes every morning and say, "I love me some me," (while hugging herself tightly) and to start writing and sending herself greeting cards ie; get well soon, I love you, great having you as a friend, thank you etc., (this ALWAYS makes me feel better, laugh and get out a funk faster).

She woke me out of rim sleep at 6am this morning, laughing, talking nonstop, crying and thanking me. She had done what I had asked and had emerged saying, "I love me some me!"

If you find yourself going into a depression , in a funk, feeling sorry for yourself, try these things. If done everyday for 30 days, you'll emerge saying, "I love me some me!" Go on and try it. You have nothing to lose, but much to gain! "I LOVE ME SOME ME!"

Micromanage

I am very fortunate to be loved by a man that has no problem with me being the insatiable butterfly that I am! So many relationships are ruined by micromanaging (one having say so over every aspect of the others life). That is also called possessiveness and jealousy more often than not rears it's ugly head in a micromanaged relationship. Micromanaging can also lead to mental and/or physical abuse. No one should tolerate either. If you are in a micromanaged relationship, I'd suggest you get out. Every relationship needs to breathe and a micromanaged one can not. It's time you come out your caccoon and take flight. LIFE is for LIVING!

Mental

It is so important we take care of our mental health.  If we are not thinking with a straight head, are prone to depression, have suicidal thoughts, feel unworthy, feel unpretty, are embarrassed about something that happened in the past, have a secret etc., etc., We must get help: talk to someone, get medication, leave an unhealthy situation, lose weight or whatever it takes to be happy and healthy mentally.  It is important for a long and productive life...  

Nu Nu

Hello,

I've thought for a long time about starting a blog, so here I am.  I hope you guys enjoy and benefit from it.  This blog is geared to help you live a better life and to be Happy!  Happiness prolongs your life!

If you like what you see and read, please tell friends.  You are encouraged to comment and ask questions.

Thank you,

Yvette