Speaking to Me

You ever hear a song and think to yourself, "that song came on just for me".
The funny thing about that thought is, there were eight other songs played before that one. But somehow we (at least I) tend to forget that little fact and can only focus on the song that is being played just for me.
SMH. It is not like I just turned on the radio or played a CD and the song came on with a dj anouncing, "Sharon, this song is for you and will help you through this time of ___(fill in blank).

I not only do this with songs, I do this with quotes I stumble on or a story, or whatever else I come across that "fit" into my situation.

It just amuses me so much at my silliness.

If only it were so easy. If only when I am standing at a crossroad in life . . . a song or quote could tell me what to do. Instead, I find myself (for days even weeks) wondering which road to take.

We Married Now I Need a Man

I am a jealous person.

So, I am struggling with trying to understand the concept of an open marriage. I need believers of this type of relationship to explain it to me in toddler terms.



I am talking about two people who are so in love with one another they get married (which I thought was a commitment . . .call me old fashion)then go off and get sidepieces.

First, off I would never enter into this type of relationship and if my man were to suggest it . . I would suggest he get up out my bed and get going.

I just don't get it. What about STD's and unwanted pregnancies?

And like I said I am a jealous vindictive person. Let say I have by some round the bout way agreed to this type of relationship. Only with the understanding I never see or hear anything about her. Then, one day I see this woman. She is not only beautiful, but she got a banging body.

Next morning.

Him: "Honey, could you bring me a glass of juice?"

Me: "I tell you what. You want some juice, ride your behind out to your side piece's house and get some."

Him: "I thought we agreed . . ."

Me: *pulling his clothes out the closet (thinks: that was before I seen she looked better than me).

The sad thing is even if she were ugly I would still get upset. I know he ain't sleep with someone who looks like that. She could have at least been better looking.

What about the emotional side of this type of relationship?

What if I (or him) began to fall in love with the other person?

What about this type of marriage am I missing?

Sorry, You Coveted

The news and gossip sites have been filled lately with side pieces seeking their 15 minutes of fame.

Riddle me this?

When did it become acceptable to be the mistress? When did we start offering the mistress more empathy than the wife?

Yeah, I made a comment when Tiger's harem was found out about, "She had to know".
I mean come on . . . what?. . .15 women and she never smelled the fishiness on him?

I felt she choose to ignore the obvious. Come on ladies, admit it . . we will ignore seeing the obvious faults in our relationships when we got love in our eyes.

But, then the porn star had the nerve . . . the 'don't my twat mean something' audacity to be on television with her 'I hate men' lawyer, and demand an apology.

*DEAD*

She deserves an apology like I need another voice talking in my head (wish they stop).
I digress.
They done set the women's rights movement back 10 years


Don't get it twisted homegirl, you are nothing more than a piece on the side. Do not expect someone to feel sympathy for your behind. You are a grown woman (making grown woman movies) you knew what you were getting into. And get over the fact he 'cheated' on you with other women . . . STUPID HE WAS CHEATING ON HIS WIFE WITH YOU. . . what made you think you be special.

Then we have a side piece posing (in a shirt and with stuff animals) in magazines and telling the media what was wrong with the wife.

*PAUSE*

What's wrong with her is she the bigger person and didn't show up at your house to whip your *ss after she took a golf club . . .er . . bat. . . to her husband.

Sorry, that was wrong to write, violence is NEVER the answer (unless you messed with one of my children then bunk that I am taking a . . .darn . . I digress . . it's those voices again).

Here is my opinion, I think a woman that chooses to be a man's sidepiece may suffer from low self-esteem. Why else would you choose to love someone who does not plan on being with you freely.
And if you choose to take this type of relationship then live with the consequence of your actions and your broken heart (I live with mine and there is never a wife).

The Bible says . . . "thou shalt not covet they neighbor's husband"


So, ladies please step out of the limelight and back into the dim bedroom from where you belong.

The Beautiful Lauryn Hill and the Truth

When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good?
When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good?

I loved real, real hard once
But the love wasn't returned
Found out the man I'd die for
He wasn't even concerned
I tried, and I tried, and I tried
To keep him in my life
I cried, and I cried, and I cried
But I couldn't make it right
But I, I loved the young man
And if you've ever been in love,
Then you'd understand


What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it,
If you don't catch it,
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it,
If you just let it

See, I thought this feeling
It was all that I had
But how could this be love
And make me feel so bad?
Gave up my power,
I existed for you
But whoever knew the voodoo you'd do?
But I, I loved the young man
And if you've ever been in love you'd understand
What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it,
What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it,
If you just let it


When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good?
When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad

When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good?
When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad

I am Back!!

I am back. And one step closer to insanity. Ready to give you all my thoughts and opinions on whatever I feel like. Misspelling, incorrect punctuation, and run-on sentences included.

Oh, I no longer care . . .judge me not or do . . . SO WHAT.

Let's get this blog thang on :)