tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13070297571455093622024-03-05T12:06:37.789-06:00Trauma and Drama: Ms. Sylaneous's LifeA random collection of my life in New Orleans, my life as a resident, my life as a whole...Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-41013037957177684302011-06-28T23:37:00.003-05:002011-06-28T23:45:27.259-05:00BET is the new KKK? c'monnnn get real!http://newsone.com/newsone-original/boycewatkins/dr-boyce-bet-the-new-kkk/ <br /><br />Apparently I'm not very good with the find details of this blogging thing, BUT the link above (if you can click it, please do, if you can't please copy and paste it in your URL bar) is a pretty interesting read. It's the opinion of a man stating that BET is the new KKK. He says this because KKK was known for the terrorizing and murders of countless black men back in the day. This author alleges that media (such as BET) is now responsible for the murders of blacks by blacks. <br /><br />Personally, I can't say I would EVER place the blame on media for the downfall of our black communities. I blame the lack of parenting on the downfall. I WILL agree that the media does play a role. It plays a role in 'substituting' as parent when parents are too young and ignorant to teach their kids what's right from wrong. I mean, as a child I didn't listen to 'hard core rap' in my house. BUT as soon as I was old enough to do slumber parties and go out with my friends, I was exposed to ALLLL of the negativity my parents tried to shelter me from. While they were sheltering me, they were also teaching me to NOT idolize the 'CHARACTERS' seen in the rap videos and such. So even when I heard those Tupac, Biggie, NWA lyrics, they only resonated to me as a snazzy beat to bob my head to. I NEVER had the notion to want to fight another person because of the music. I NEVER had the urge to shoot somebody JUST because the song suggested it. <br /><br />So what I'm saying is, it's my opinion that we need to stop blaming the media for the short comings and look in the mirrors to see the real weapon of mass destruction in our black community- our selves! <br /><br />Get it together US..... Stop pointing finger and start making points to better self and others!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-89477930186640690582010-10-01T15:09:00.003-05:002010-10-01T15:24:35.644-05:00WTF fella?!?!I got this video from my homie Tunde over here at http://sleep-is-the-cousin-of-death.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-men-really-want.html Check him out...he's got pretty good stuff over there... <br /><br />Apparently I tend to enjoy the 'debates' on what women want/men want in relationships. And when I saw this video, I felt overly compelled to respond! LOL It's all in fun..with a twist of TRUTH! The video... <br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/I_9sdfMPdoo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_9sdfMPdoo?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_9sdfMPdoo?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />My Responses:<br />Thing #5- No...it's not that I'm a broke bitch.. We normally KEEP money because the boo normally pays for it. I'm not asking cause I don't have.. I'm asking so I can KEEP mine! LOL You not having now means you REALLY are broke and obviously DUMB to think I wouldn't already have it! :-)<br /><br />Thing #4- Oh... the lil dick was ALWAYS an issue. We just kept getting what we wanted, so we tolerated and celebrated the baby paynus to boost your ego. Your boosted ego= my pockets stay on swole cause I'm spending YOUR cash that you apparently don't really have... because ..well refer to #5... LOL<br /><br />Thing #3- well.. this one was just funny.. 'P*ssy ain't supposed to come with a pop quiz!' HAHAHA (oh..BUT yes- the paynus is STILL small... but I STILL need YOUR money that you probably don't really have to get my nails and hair did... LOL so yes...I will scream and act the part... refer to Numbers 5 and 4 pls!)<br /><br />Thing #2- This one is funny too.. but I Wish a mudda flucka WWOOUULLLDDD lay his hands on me... LOL I'd kick him in his lil baby paynus THEN call the cops! LOL<br /><br />Thing #1- YESSS I wanna know dayum it. I wanna know so I can get the neccessary tests if needed.. YESSS I wanna know..and if you say yes.. Imma be all up in yo face.. and Imma dare that you hit me..cause if you do..Imma (pls refer to #2). LOL But seriously... don't we can't handle the truth..we can handle the truth... we are just EMOTIONAL..so if you say something that's hurtful, we will react. If you tell me you cheated and I DON'T react... May I suggest that you vacate the premisis and do NOT..I repeat..do NOT eat the spaghetti! :-)<br /><br /><a href="http://sleep-is-the-cousin-of-death.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-men-really-want.html"></a>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-3643030933480966822010-10-01T14:35:00.002-05:002010-10-01T14:43:51.359-05:00Just a little rant... that's all...Earlier today, I saw a tweet from a friend that said (in so many words):<br /><blockquote>Never take love advice from someone who is single and never take financial advice from someone who is broke</blockquote><br /><br />Now I've heard this before, but seriously people... WHY?!?!<br /><br />Anybody stop to think that the advice the single person gives can actually be good? Anybody ever stop to think that the single person is single because he or she actually bettered them selves by DROPPING a mate who was no good? Anybody ever stop to think, 'hey, he/she might be single because he/she was tired of dragging along dead weight (the bf/gf)'. 'Hey, let me ask him/her how did he/she gather up the courage enough to break free and upgrade?' (and by upgrade in this situation, I mean from involved and miserable to single and grand). Anybody ever consider that?<br /><br />And the one about the financial advice. WHY NOT take advice from a broke person? THe broke person has GOT to know how to lose money... So if he or she can tell you how to lose money..take that advice and tweek it (and by tweek it I mean- do the opposite!) Anybody ever stop to think that the broke fella/lady has learned from his or her financial mistakes and now can offer advice on how NOT to go broke? Hmmmm?!?<br /><br />Yeah- sometimes cliches just sound 'profound', but are they really THAT deep? C'mon folks.. if you THINK you won't have to spit out cliches to sound all philosophical and 'deep'. <br /><br />Anyway- random rants... LOL I'm done!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-70490960026510045482010-08-11T18:10:00.002-05:002010-08-11T18:29:25.433-05:00Ohhhh I'm telling.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaimi6VcUF9l6VL6utMxFh5Hw7WpyOApPhWlRqCPoPyNh1r1A-5z_unHDz4duk2vraejhcg8eyIaquuaYaPbdEPc2roKE-5Lt8z0aQnqSy9Sotm9LTM-USvbGsFh0Jv1efPRvlNCdqEgs/s1600/secrets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaimi6VcUF9l6VL6utMxFh5Hw7WpyOApPhWlRqCPoPyNh1r1A-5z_unHDz4duk2vraejhcg8eyIaquuaYaPbdEPc2roKE-5Lt8z0aQnqSy9Sotm9LTM-USvbGsFh0Jv1efPRvlNCdqEgs/s320/secrets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504298252395864930" /></a><br /><br /> <strong>Scene/situation:</strong> <br /><br />Kristina and her date Michael are out for a night on the town. Kristina is enjoying her night out, dancing the night away. Michael walks away to get more drinks from the bar. In the mean time, Kristina looks over to her left to notice Eric. Not out of the ordinary because Eric is a local socialite, so no big deal right? WRONG! Eric happens to be dating Kristina's best friend Melissa. Kristina and Michael had planned a double date with Eric and Melissa but it didn't work out because Melissa told Kristina that Eric told her that he was too sick to go out, and that he was going to chill home alone for the night. As Kristina waited for Michael to return with the drinks, she sees a little young thang walk up to Eric and they engage in an embrace; one that appeared more than just friendly in nature. And immediately after the hug came a pretty long lip lock. At this point, Kristina is furious. Eric and Melissa had been dating for months now, and Kristina had seen him enteract with Melissa. He acted as if Melissa was THE ONLY ONE for him. He acted as if he'd never ever do anything to hurt her- of course, this means he wouldn't cheat.<br /><br />Michael finally arrives with the drinks and notices Kristina visibly upset. Kristina gives Michael the run down. She also tells Michael what she had decided to do about the little situation unfolding in her face. Michael stongly disagreed. What was she gonna do you ask? Well, Kristina had decided to approach Eric. Not to 'cause a scene', but just to 'speak' or to make her presence known. Michael's idea was to 'leave it alone, it wasn't her business'.....<br /><br /><em><strong>Who's right? Is Kristen doing the right thing by making her presence known to Eric? Should she tell her friend Melissa that Eric is a big fat liar and he's not sick, but out at the club lip locking with some other girl? Is Michael right? Should Kristina just leave it alone and pretend that she sees nothing and live with the fact that her BFF's love is no good? What would you do?</strong></em><br /><br /><br />****I have a good idea of who will answer how! I just think it's interesting how our brains work when it's man -vs- woman'. Let's see what answers we get!*****<br /><br />HAPPY COMMENTING! <br /><br /><br /><strong></strong>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-46358855954753903312010-07-10T03:33:00.003-05:002010-07-10T04:43:45.236-05:00That GOOD BRAIN.. crazy head game!<a href="http://tr.toonpool.com/user/1044/files/male_and_female_brains_118055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://tr.toonpool.com/user/1044/files/male_and_female_brains_118055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />~~The words never came out- so put the listner inside the head to see everything that's floating all around~~<br /><br /><br />I wish I could some how figure out<br />how to sit you right smack dab in the middle of my cerebral cortex<br />so you can watch my emotion as I text<br />It's just loungin in the frontal lobe all planned out<br />...shit just never makes it out my mouth.<br /><br />So Imma give this brain game a try.<br />sit there and watch the emotions fly-<br /><br /><br /><br />Why the FUCK you never took me seriously?<br />Until you were all in side the pussy<br />....all in my ear<br />telling me how good IT was... but never ME... <br />it was never ME.<br /><br />Don't jump offensive<br />you're not all at fault, <br />I got caught...<br />caught up in the trickery of my parietal.<br />Lost in what was so visibly appealing to me<br />and sexually fulfilling ya see.<br /><br />I forgot to step back and see <br />that you weren't really diggin me, <br />only diggin IN me.<br /><br />you still with me?<br /><br />I mean, seriously!!<br />tha dayum brain got ME open-<br />And I'm not copin'<br />with shit the way I should...<br />I really do wish I could...<br /><br />just fix the short circut in this frontal zone!<br /><br /><br />Frontally, <br />I can't analytically or critically make sense of me<br />being so emotional over you...<br />what the hell did I do?<br />other than want us to be.<br />I mean, <br />Cerebrally, physically, sexually we were perfect- to the T <br />emotionally, I'm scared a bit<br /><br />...just makes me sick<br />I never did fit<br />in to your world<br />the way I thought I'd be...<br /><br />....Retrospectfully speaking Frontally<br />responsibility was majorly on me-<br />I didn't call the shots<br />to make you stop-<br />I gave you the gateway-<br />an open ticket to come play...<br />Fuckin parietal wouldn't let me say<br />"I need more from you"<br /><br />Now you with her-<br /><br />And I just gotta<br />mend and nurse my<br />medulla oblongata...<br /><br />Ahhh that's good Brain...Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-31581240640838445472010-06-06T13:29:00.005-05:002010-06-06T13:34:52.491-05:00New Projects<strong>Hello all! this won't be a long post! (can you believe it?!!?) Just a post to link my blog to my other site!</strong><br /><br /><br />http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/veronica-trotter.html<br /><br /><br /><strong>PLEASE TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO CHECK IT OUT! IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING, YOU CAN BUY SOMETHING... IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT- SHAME ON YOU! :-) IN ALL SERIOUSNESS... PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AND FEEL FREE TO SHARE THE LINK!simply click the title 'NEW PROJECTS' and it will take you there! </strong><br /><br />THANKS IN ADVANCE!!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-45596653877920003972010-05-18T19:58:00.002-05:002010-05-18T20:22:15.058-05:00What They Don't Know Won't Hurt Em....So I recently saw this linked to a FB page. I clicked it and was a lil ummm... confused I think. Click the link...watch the clip.... (Imma just finish ranting down below the video)<br /><br /><br /><object width="416" height="374" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ep"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="movie" value="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/apps/cvp/3.0/swf/cnn_416x234_embed.swf?context=embed&videoId=bestoftv/2010/05/17/ac.mother.doll.test.cnn" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><embed src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/apps/cvp/3.0/swf/cnn_416x234_embed.swf?context=embed&videoId=bestoftv/2010/05/17/ac.mother.doll.test.cnn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="416" wmode="transparent" height="374"></embed></object><br /><br />So, the little girl saw 'light/white' as good and 'dark/black' as bad. N0w, sure, that's how they do it in the movie world. The pretty little angel dressed in white is 'good' the bad villian is in all black. <br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">NOW- did this little girl use that logic for her answers? OR did this lil girl exhibit what I like to think of <em>conditioned subconscious unintentional racism</em>?</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*so, I just came up with that phrase, but it works right? LOL*</span></div><br />I'd like to think that little girl doesn't have a full grasp of the concept of what a 'white person' and a 'black person' and/or the negative stereotypes that accompany the color. <br /><br />What I'm SURE she has seen and learned... is that traditional 'grab the purse with a 'dark skinned person' come near. Or the stereotypical, 'protect that kid when the 'dark skinned people come by'. Or 'quick- lock the door, dark people are coming by'. The mom claims they've never had the talk about 'races' but communication involves more than just verbal communication. A child soaks up information both positive and negative. They soak it up in all forms. They may NEVER say anything, but pay attention to their actions! From the mouths of babes... I tell ya.<br /><br />So some people tend to think that silence is the key- that 'what they don't know won't hurt em', but clearly in a situation like this- what they don't know is wreaking havoc on society. Talk to your kids. Teach them what's right! Let them know that a person's skin color has NOTHING to do with being good or bad, dumb or smart, pretty and ugly. <br /><br />Hell, if it helps, make some picture flash cards to drive home the point! How about a flash card of Michelle Obama to portray good with dark skin -vs- Amy Winehouse to show an example of bad with light/tatted/often dirty skin. How about one past president -vs- a current one for examples of dumb and smart? (OKAY OKAY OKAY- that was too much...LOL let me give another example for that one. BUT- keep in mind, this is MY blog, MY opinions). For 'Dumb -vs- Smart' use a pic of the All boys' school <in> that just awared ALL their graduating sr the college scholarships THEY EARNED- yeah- they are all of the 'dark skinned' persuasion. Pair them with the 'dumb' of the lacrosse player who murdered his lacrosse GF recently... mmmm yeah, he's from the 'light skinned' group. (Pretty sure murder ain't smart or good). Pretty -vs- ugly (well this one is strictly opinion) BUT may I suggest using a pic of Gabrielle Union or Jada Pinkett Smith for the 'pretty brown/dark people' -vs- a pic of Courtney Love or a younger Dakota Fanning- yeah, those were tough to look at to me! <br /><br />ANYWAY-<br />consider this 'vent' over now...<br />HOWEVER, I am going to work on another post concering a show I saw called 'What Would You Do'....ever heard of it? if not- stay tuned!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-36221577088791402082010-05-06T15:08:00.001-05:002010-05-06T17:24:39.539-05:00Saddened by more than the obvious!Below is a link of the Nashville Tennessee Flood 2010. With it of course are comments from viewers. Take a minute to watch this 4minute video, check a few of the comments before continuing with this blog.
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<br />Now, I don't know if any of you caught it, but there were some pretty nasty shots at the Katrina situation.
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<br />Then comments went even further left with the likes of these:
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<br />One of the comments (and I paraphrase) was along the lines of: <blockquote>'Nashville flooded, we didn't stand on roofs waiting for fedearal assistance, we got out and have already started to regroup on our own.'</blockquote>
<br />If you take a moment to think about it- you can't help but consider the financial difference in the two areas. New Orleans (at least the portions most affected by the flood) is not as 'affluent' as most of Nashville. When the warning about Katrina came to NOLA, the residents braced for the potential flood. (I mean, NOLA sits between the lake and the river... it will flood if somebody spit in one of the bodies of water!). So the residents knew there was potential 'bad weather' with 'potential flood', but OMG- over the hears how many bouts of 'bad weather' and 'floods' have these people survived. No doubt in my mind, they braced and prepared the best way they knew how. They prepared THEIR 'hurricane/flood' survial plans/kits. NOBODY knew Katrina's water would do what it did. So, when the leeves did break, and pumps did fail, their USUAL flood plans weren't enough... THAT's when the cries for help started. I'm sure if the NOLA residents KNEW they would have
<br />5-20+ ft of water in and around them and homes), that they would have stayed. Do you? Then there is the issue of 'affording to leave'. Sadly, people in NOLA don't have that 'extra' money to just up and go. (MIND YOU- I'm not saying they don't have the money because they can't or don't work or because they gamble/drink it away... the point I'm trying to make is that... THERE ISN'T A LOT OF MONEY for the MAJORITY of the families that live here). Anyway- so, some of the people stranded here probably WANTED to leave, but didn't have the car. They didn't have the bus/plane/train fare. The didn't have the money for a hotel stay for God knows how long. So they opted to stay and 'wait out another NOLA flood'. Nashville on the other hand, GENERALLY SPEAKING, the population <em>seems</em> to be a bit better off in the financial department. THEN, how often is there a HUGE FLOOD in Nashville? SO the mention of 'flood' probably strikes the image of Katrina's flood, which prompted several to evacuate early. The city doesn't typically 'deal with' floods on the regular like NOLA- again, prompting Nashvillians to leave earlier. (I kinda equate that with people in California... tell them an earthquake is coming, they'll brace for it but won't leave...they're 'used to it'. Tell ME (in New Orleans) an earthquake is going to hit, I INSTANTLY envision Haiti, and I'm packed and OUT!)
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<br /><blockquote>*I removed the poster's name* where is Obama? the Fed. Government? Oh, forgot, they dont care about white people 7</blockquote>
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<br /><strong>ARE YOU SERIOUS poster?</strong> I know this was spawned from the Kanye moment during the awards show, but serious? Obama don't like white people? LOL isn't he part white? or other? or something? LOL ignorant comments are the worst! I did not and do not agree with Kanye's comment BUT... I can kinda..a little bit.. see his 'rationale'. I mean it DID appear that Bush pretty much was like 'FUCK YA'LL NOLA... I'm going to play golf/vacay/sleep' during the whole Katrina situation. Just seems to me that it took WAY too long for somebody to say, 'hey, let's use buses and get these people outta here'.
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<br /><blockquote>*poster's name removed* why isnt there the media coverage? cos obama doesnt want to be blamed for it like bush got blamed for what happaned after Katrina and plus obama is racist he dont care about white people</blockquote>
<br />Now- I might be crazy for this line of thinking, but if I am crazy- it's MY BLOG and I'm allowed to be! (LOL). BUT I don't think there is real blame to be placed on anybody; at least not for the WHOLE oreals. With Katrina- New Orleans didn't flood BECAUSE of Bush. Nashville didn't flood BECAUSE of Obama. New Orleans was in a bad way (in reference to the leeves) for a long time- even PRIOR to Bush's terms.. (prob even before/during his dad's term). Katrina (the natural disaster) came. The waters rose (again- natural), the leeves broke (HERE is the issue!). Now- was the pressure just so much that the leeves would have broken EVEN IF THEY had been repaired and pumps had been repaired when the first 'issues' were brough up? Who friggin knows... WHAT WE DO KNOW is that the leeves needed repair. The pumps needed revamping PRIOR to this flood... SO Katrina (the natural disaster) was quite possibly made worse by MAN's oversight/mistake/neglegence. Nashville on the other hand,was rain, and rain only (as far as I know it). I did hear talk of leeve breeches at one time, but none actually broke (I don't think- if I'm wrong, please correct me!) Not a whole lot Obama can do to stop the rains. Wasn't a think Bush coulda done to stop the hurricane. Where I think the 'difference' is, is that Bush could have organized his people better to evacuate those stranded in the flood of Katrina.
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<br /><blockquote>If Katrina was the biggest failure of Bush's presidency, why isn't this the biggest failure of Obama's?</blockquote>
<br />While I don't blame Bush himself FOR the flood...I do fault him for not managing his teams better in order to more quickly give help to those stranded. That in deed was a FAIL! Obama on the other hand... well, I don't see Nashville's flood to be as dynamic as Katrina. A flood- yes. A horrific display of mother nature's destruction- yes, but no where NEAR as many stranded. No where near as many deaths (but any life lost is a life lost and is a sad situation though). Again, Obama couldn't stop the rain. Bush couldn't stop the hurrican. From what I've heard, there were some rescues involved in the Nashville flood, but not on the scale of those needed for Katrina. Why would there be 'blame' to be placed anyway?
<br />Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-3711496558544637892010-04-22T03:58:00.000-05:002010-04-22T03:58:48.837-05:00Sagittarius Twittascope, Thursday, April 22, 2010<a href="http://www.twittascope.com/?day=20100422&sign=9">Sagittarius Twittascope, Thursday, April 22, 2010</a>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-53425429861347843482010-03-23T15:06:00.000-05:002010-03-23T16:09:27.005-05:00Just a Vent I think...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-cZCUjZTfuRCUC6mlwuwsnUHAg8JqE6FG1NV5oKEAQEJBgp8P2CtvNr-SFRyzZ4zSwoxp-7p-K4Xf1nfBuCKl05wr9e_Dx4faM7eUwJ_7Z41BpPORzHzzJWWgaBWmIqzbK-4PZ6pQE0/s1600-h/normal_30_cake_2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-cZCUjZTfuRCUC6mlwuwsnUHAg8JqE6FG1NV5oKEAQEJBgp8P2CtvNr-SFRyzZ4zSwoxp-7p-K4Xf1nfBuCKl05wr9e_Dx4faM7eUwJ_7Z41BpPORzHzzJWWgaBWmIqzbK-4PZ6pQE0/s320/normal_30_cake_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451938728728105986" /></a><br />I turned 30 back in November. I didn't go through the 'omg- I'm old, I'm 30' thing. I actually welcomed it. With it, of course, did come the thoughts of, 'my gosh, here I am 30 years old, single, no kids, and JUST getting started in my career... am I behind?!?!? sheesh!' <br /><br />Growing up, I was always the 'baby' of my group of friends (mostly by a month or two, but they liked to refer to me as the baby...LOL). Well upon my 30th bday, I made a pact to myself that I wouldn't go through another year worrying about what a guy is missing in me. I promised me that I wouldn't keep makign excuses as to why things weren't working. That I wouldn't linger on situations that were not benificial to me (as well as to him- whom ever he might be). <br /><br />My homegirl told me this in reference to my 30th bday, 'Girl, 30 is like the light FINALLY comes on. You'll be so shocked as how fast you can recogonize bullshit, and you can then decide for yourself which way you want to go with it. It's crazy! It's like the age 30 brings about this extra sense of self. You're more aware of things, you aren't afraid to face things that previously may have made you nervous and what not.'<br /><br />I'll be darned if she wasn't right. I don't know if it's that being 30 has this 'power' for real, or if it was just because of the 'power of suggestion', but things have certainly changed since November 2009- for the better. Not that all the changes felt good, but the outlook as a result seems MUCH brighter. For example: I got rid of an extra 300lbs early on in November simply because he was too heavy to carry. In more ways than one. After 5 years of 'trying', I finally admitted (out loud) to his face that enough was enough. I showed him the exit he had been writing for at least the last year. I haven't looked back in regret at all. (I'm not gonna try to paint a picture of him as a HORRIBLE person, we had good times in deed, but well ya know the good didn't outweigh the bad...)<br /><br /><br />Another of my 'revelations' is the fact that I realllly do already know what's what with this other situation. I THINK I've always known it deep down in side, but I kept holding out hope that things would change for the better (as I always do). Well, now-a-days, I think I 'cope' pretty well with it because I don't expect much more than 'what it is'. I'm about 60% sure that this is just what this is and not much more growth will come (in a romantic way at least- mainly from his part). I still haven't pinpointed the 'why' yet. I don't know if time should be invested to KEEP trying to figure out the why. You'd think just the 'KNOW' would be enough for me to move on, but truth of the matter is... something's got a hold on me and I can't shake it right now. But, something's gotta change- I can't keep strappin my self in for the emotional rollercoaster that I keep going on... LOL I'm all dizzy and discombobulated now- it's making me sick! LOL <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wwuW_y9ztvPpDFXDtSvMSJv3nLEk5BezLwI9saRjkSSkHuRPOwX4MPFpugGD1DpTu7iFiCHZf1jEosfTp6AqwFZJHZbaA5MM_BoI3TZ7gJs6srkON3RhFISk6RmVL61_gVEgdJ6hGCQ/s1600-h/roller_coasters01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wwuW_y9ztvPpDFXDtSvMSJv3nLEk5BezLwI9saRjkSSkHuRPOwX4MPFpugGD1DpTu7iFiCHZf1jEosfTp6AqwFZJHZbaA5MM_BoI3TZ7gJs6srkON3RhFISk6RmVL61_gVEgdJ6hGCQ/s320/roller_coasters01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451938860346805458" /></a><br /> I think the ride is in coast mode and I'm anticipating fewer and fewer loop-de-loops. I came awfully close to a power failure this past weekend, but darn it, some spark ignited it, and steamed it along a bit more... ohhhh it's coasting now... coasting in deed... (sigh) I keep reaching for the emergency break, but I never pull it... The ride is just as fun as it is sickening... Maybe I need to smash my head before I admit, again, out loud, that I've gotta stop! <br /><br />*** end vent sequence now***<br />AS YOU WERE! CARRY ON!!!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-55182122785474911522010-02-21T22:44:00.000-06:002010-02-21T23:04:09.949-06:00can you be my baby daddy?!?!I was watching one of the not-so-reality shows a few weeks ago- Let's Talk About Pep. On this particular episode of the ladies brought up an issue of being single, getting older, and wanting kids. She mentioned that her therapist (or somebody) told her that if she was ready for kids, and was single, she should find a guy she deemed 'worthy' of donating to her 'make me a kid' foundation, ask him if he would be willing to be the 'father' and go from there.<br /><br />At first I was like 'WTF'!!! WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SOMEBODY DO THAT! But then I had a tiny reality check! (LOL). Here I am, single as a penny in a broke man's pocket, not getting any younger- I'm now in the dirty 30 club, and pretty successful. I'm attractive (at least to me and to some), I'm fun to be around, easy to get along with and all that jazz... BUT STILL SINGLE. And I want kids! Sure- I want the 'boyfriend' who turns into the 'fiancee' who becomes the husband and father of my kids. Reality is- ummm I can't seem to find him, he can't find me, he doesn't exist or something! So, is that idea of finding somebody to father your children such a bad idea? I don't know if it's something I'd do right now, but it is a thought. <br /><br />I posed this question to a guy I know. This guy being a guy I'd really ask if I was REEEALLLY at that point in life. He's what I consider 'top notch' kinda guy (shrugs). He's handsome, athletic (that always helps!), very smart, fun, and funny. I'd say he could help make a fairly good kid... LOL. Well when I asked him, this is how I posed the question: <blockquote>"Let's say in a few years I wanted to have a baby. We both are single. I ask you to be the father...Would you consider it? [btw- I'm not really asking, just wondering]"</blockquote> His response was: <blockquote>"No. I wouldn't. That's not the order."</blockquote> My reply: <br /><blockquote>"Hmmm good answer, BUT there are lots of things we (people) do that aren't in order...Y pick and choose? Hmmmm</blockquote> He says: <blockquote>"I pick and choose because I can, lol"</blockquote><br /><br />Interesting huh?!?! <br /><br />Anyway, I don't know if guys understand...wait... I KNOW guys don't understand how we work...LOL They don't realize that we can only produce babies for so long...where they can pop a blue pill to get it up and make babies until they're lowered in the ground. WHY not help an aging woman out? LOL it's not like I'm BEGGING for you to stick around and help raise the child. IT WOULD BE GREAT of course, but certainly not required. (Of course, I don't think if I went this route, I'd pick somebody I didn't trust. Somebody I wouldn't feel proud to call my baby's father and so on. I'm sure if it got to this point, the guy I'd consider would probably insist on being in the child's life in some capacity.)<br /><br />Is it a crazy idea? Is it far fetched to consider this option for older single ladies?<br /><br />Anyway... just random thinkings...<br /><br />HOLA AMIGOS y AMIGAS!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-8944722030049626562010-02-18T23:48:00.000-06:002010-02-19T00:06:07.300-06:00Why am I the BAD GUY?!?!?Wanna hear about my past week? Like to hear it...well here it go-
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<br />Well, I was invited to Dallas for All-Star Weekend (Feb. 14). I was kinda excited... New guy-friend was doing well... Plans changed quickly when I found out I was on call. I tell the new guy and he's like 'no problem, I'm coming there anyway, so we'll meet up and do something'. I'm like, 'good deal...see ya then'. This is what happened..day by day...
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<br />Monday= HIM: 'My homebody and I rented a car, and he's setting up butt-action, so he took the car... you wanna come pick me up? If not, I won't be able to see you til tomorrow'. ME: 'Ehhh tomorrow it is then'. HIM: 'that's messed up... you should come get me'. ME: 'Ehhh, tomorrow it is then... or else ummm never it can be.' (LOL... well- I don't know him like that to be shuttling his ass around... I was gonna MEET him out..not RIDE WITH HIM and vice versa)
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<br />Tuesday= HIM: 'We're stuck on the bridge in traffic, and we're running out of gas...we'll never make it to the [Saints Victory] parade. ME: 'well that's okay, we're going to bourbon afterwards...call me when you make it there. HIM: 'come get me, we're stuck and we're running out of gas'. ME: 'well that was silly...why drive when you're on E- you never know what traffic will be like...and no, I'm not getting in all that traffic... I don't know you for you to be all up in my car and stuff... no thanks...call me if/when ya'll make it to Bourbon'. HIM: 'see, that's that bullshit'. ME: 'oh..the parade is starting... call AAA...I can't hear you... bye". (I mean, what he want me to do? that was stupid!...LOL)
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<br />Wednesday= HIM: 'we're going out to the Republic... come meet us'. ME: 'aight, let me call my girls...cool biz...see ya then..' <downtown> HIM: 'oh, we at the W right now...it's our first stop. ME: 'cool...I'm coming in now...come to the lobby. HIM: <15 minutes later> Oh hey...there you are, I been looking for you... (A LIE- the spot has ONE door in and ONE door out...LOL). ME: <major eye rollage> Umm hmm... when are we going to the Republic? HIM: 'now' ME: 'aight...see you there'. <at the republic bar> HIM: I have the VIP bracelet...let me get you one... ME: 'excellent'. HIM: <20 minutes later> Oh hey...ummm there you are. (MIND YOU I HADN'T MOVED!!!) I enjoyed my lil time, then told him I was going home. HIM: 'yeah, this party is kinda wack...I'm leaving too... I'm coming by your place'. ME: "umm I can't stop you from leaving, but you will NOT be at my place tonight'. HIM: 'see, that's that bullshit.. .I mean fuck... do I not look good or something?" <<<ALERT ALERT ALERT>>> ME: yeah, you cute...but you gonna be cute in what ever hotel you got... I'll see you tomorrow. HIM: 'see, I can't stand bi...I mean girls who too good to give it up on the first night.' ME: <shocked face> see, it's patients like you who have to visit the clinic a lot too... goodbye, good night... get home safely...get to dallas in piece..and PEACE.
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<br />THEN the 22 year old who is trying so hard... (sigh) can't do it KIDDO! Just can't DO IT... maybe it's me, but that is WWWAAYY young for me... I think I'm too young to start such COUGAR action...don't cha think! LOL
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<br />AND THAT WAS THAT....
<br />NOW- I'm the bad guy...LOL why I gotta be the bad guy?!
<br />Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-72444635886225219372010-02-03T02:01:00.000-06:002010-02-05T18:20:25.335-06:00"wet wednesdays' (via Twitter)<span style="font-size:85%;">Again... with keeping with the Twitter Themes... today's theme is 'Wet Wednesdays'. I decided I'll get more involved in the trending topics especially since it involves two of my most favorite things...twitter and writing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Stacy (@slhamilton25)- I'm writing this with you in mind- not on no freaky/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">lesbo</span> stuff...but as your freaky/nasty mind as inspiration...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span> Let's see what I come up with...</span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434019777736085906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZbnNtV0HJQQDDFnRhhtz_W9hkBn8xkc8H0SgDNuuG_80SD7mj-2-sEaGpfAprA5PeLa5QM6vJn4ux8czUMJKih8uLfod8NO5z964_pj53q-pYGz6unhohXRxAJ_ltah299E82Zqy30w/s320/BlackArt.jpg" /><br /><br />...And then she rolls over to see him laying there, sleeping quite soundly. She watches him sleep and tries to figure out how such a being could be a gentle soul, yet such a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sensuously</span> savage beast when the time is right. She smiles as she catches that first clip from the highlight reel they've been building for the past few months. She starts to feel all flush with fever with just the thoughts alone. Her mind is racing, going back to last night and how it all went down. She remembers the phone call from him: 'Hey, so what you getting in to tonight?' She replies, 'Oh, nothing, planned as of yet, but it's still early, we'll see'. He chuckles then says, 'well regardless of what the plans are, be sure you get at me later <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">aight</span>.' Being the cool chic she is, she contains her excitement because she knew exactly what that meant, and responded, 'yeah, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">aight</span>... like I said, we'll see.... I'll talk to you later'.<br /><br />The night progresses and of course she and her girls hit the club. After only minutes of being in the spot, she spots him across the way. She smiled and the felt all weak instantly- as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">usually</span>. Apparently he spotted her too because her phone vibrated in her pocket, sending chills up her spine. The text read: 'one of us needs to be careful with the drinking tonight, one of us have to get us to my place'. She ignored the text because she already knew what was up.<br /><br />At some point in the night, they end up doing what they do best. The dance and dance and dance. Mimicking the motions that makes blood rush to those special places. It was almost as if they were a lock and key fit, the way their bodies locked and moved as one to each beat of the music. She felt his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">excitement</span> grow as she swayed, gyrated, and popped her ass on him. At random, he could only hold her and breathe in her ear- making her come close to losing all control. By the time the DJ announced, 'last call' and played that final song, they were both in a zone, ready to get home, but having fun letting it all build up.<br /><br />She remembers when the party was over they both some how detached themselves to return to their respective groups of friends to head home. She thought about that text that he sent...as she was sending him one. She read the text that read: 'I'll be home in 10 minutes, I expect you in 11". She sent him a text that gave very simple and direct instructions: 'leave the door unlocked, get ready'.<br /><br />Moments later, she was at his door, trying to not appear too super eager to get inside...for him to get inside of her. She took a deep breath, opened the door. Pitch black. She called out to him. No response. She closed and locked the door and moved slowly towards his bedroom. She called out to him a second time. Out of nowhere, he was behind her, pressing her up against the bedroom door. "You want me to get ready? You need to be ready... I've been waiting for this all night'. He spun her around, and all but ripped her dress off her body. She loved it, every second of it... loved being 'handled' in such a manner. He begin to trace her body with gentle kisses, nibbles, and licks... paying close attention to her breasts, as they heaved with each of her deep breaths.<br /><br />Before she could adjust her self against the wall, he dropped to his knees and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">buried</span> his head under her skirt. Licking her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">clit</span> like is was the very last piece of his most prized candy. Savoring each and every taste. Part of her wanted to tell to stop for a second, just so she could catch her breath and take the rest of her clothes off, but each time she had that thought, she forgot it when he plunged his tongue in and out of her vagina over and over again. He stood up, she thought it was over for a second. This was only a pause for him to throw her onto the bed. She lay there watching him come towards her, not knowing what else he had in store. He grabbed her by the hip, and flipped her onto her stomach. He caressed her ass, and kissed her ass, and in one smooth movement, he spread her, to make enough space for his face. He tossed her salad like he was a die hard vegetarian!<br /><br />She started to mumble, trying to get him to stop, but his response, in between licks, was 'just chill out, relax, enjoy yourself, I know I am'. She knew she was just about at her limit. Apparently he knew too as he pushed her up to the doggy style position. His most favorite position. He still wasn't ready to enter her overly moist vagina. He slid under her like a mechanic fixing a car and encouraged her to ride his face. She didn't put up a fight, she obliged and then she came. He laughed a bit, because that as his plan all along. As she lay there, again trying to catch her breath, he laid on top of her, and whispered in her ear...'you done? I know you're not done'. Then, as if she wasn't just damn near licked to sleep, she mounted him. She had a tendency to never back down from a challenge. Especially not a sexual challenge from the best she'd ever had. She had to let him know she appreciated everything he had done for her a few hours before. She leaned down to his ear and started nibbling and kissing and licking. That was just the starting point. She worked her way down to where his boxers rested, and she swirled her tongue over and over. She knew that drove him crazy! She skipped the dick, and jumped to the inner thigh area. Swirling the tongue again- as he sang, 'oh shit, oh shit, oh shit'. He knew what was about to happen. She removed his boxer briefs just enough to receive him into her mouth. She sucked his dick just the way he liked it. To the point where she could feel his muscles flinching time and time again. He grabbed the top her head, grabbed a hand full of her hair and guided her in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rhythm</span> he needed. She didn't mind at all, again, it turned her on to be dominated in the bedroom. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">With</span> one sturdy tug, he pulled her up and instructed her to 'get on'. She <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">climbed</span> on and allowed his rock hard dick to fill up the wet vagina that had been calling out for him for the last 1/2 hour. They fucked like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fucking</span> was going completely out of style. Remembering that she had gotten hers one or 4 times, she paid special attention to her man. Giving him what he needed to release. She knew <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">he</span> was no match for her ass in motion when he hit in doggy style, so she got into position and invited him in. He stroked, and stroked, and stroked. Before long, his breathing pattern started to change, and the stokes became quicker and harder and deeper. With each thrust, she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">thrust</span> back, causing him to get close and closer. He finally started to moan, at that point, she quickly turned around and let him fuck her mouth to his finish.<br /><br />They must have tried every position in the book and created a few in the process. By the time they were finished, there was not one single article of bedding remaining on the bed. The lamp on the night stand was barely hanging on, thanks to the wall. She was pleasantly sore... very pleasantly that is. She fell asleep all wrapped up in him.<br /><br />In the midst of her flashback replay, she must have forgotten where she was, because when she snapped back to reality, she found her hand fondling her own <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">clit</span>....... and he man silently watching. When she noticed this, she smiled....as he replaced her hand with his, and it started all over again.Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-59911549787441509442010-01-28T22:52:00.000-06:002010-01-28T23:55:58.551-06:00Morning Noon and Night (per Twitter's Freaky Friday)<div align="center">I've been doing this Twitter thing for a minute now. It's kinda fun. I have some of the FUNNIEST friends on there who keep me cracking up all day! And I'm sooo not exaggerating. There is 'theme'/trending topic almost everyday. Wednesdays have kinda become my favorite... it's 'Wet Wednesdays'. Friday has the potential to be just as interesting with it's 'Freaky Friday' theme. A friend posted a blog for Freaky Friday. I kinda said I was going to post one too...1/2 joking 1/2 serious. His response was 'do it and let me know so I can read it'. Seems innocent right? Well you gotta know this cat...LOL I took that as a challenge as if I wouldn't. So, to you Mister- here it is...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432036063525908306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic80vWRi80U5MAwqZ4sh3HmI8T8Ol2xiYnSlBMaIAWvsrnYA7faTmEitCAutrBkxMdUjdeiBPtamAVSS86QZDlBfUMee199ho7oRSk0YPxquThXB-HlL5aP3aYtitzOmAeDFN7rSPu9sw/s320/become+one.jpg" /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Morning, Noon, and Night</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">In the MORNING, we do as babies do. You begin to know me- I begin to know you. I am lulled by your voice, sedated by your tone, calmed by your scent, adn comforted by your presence. You are feeling the same....This, I already know. Not many words at this stage, not quite at that age. We communicate at this point with long glares and with abundant smiles..... We are at rest.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Before we know it, it's now NOON. Now we do as many teens do. I am enthralled by your voice, teased by your tone, enchanted by your scent and tempted by your presence. And you by mine. We spend endless time making love...not physically, for we are still not yet of that age to know what that truly is. You make love to me mentally, and I to you in exchange. You say things I need ot hear, things I want to hear. I reciprocate... whispering closer and closer to your ear. I notice you begin to tense the closer I draw near. For reasons beyond your control, you reach out and wrap me in you. For reasons beyond mine, I allow your hands to rendezvous about my body. I lay partially beneath you, almost motionless aside from the heavy breathing and the pounding of hearts. I gently reach up and wipe away the sweat that has cluttered your perfect face. We lay.... anxious... in each other's arms.... We are at play.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">NIGHT is upon us. We do as adults do. I am beckoned by your voice, enticed by your tone, seduced by your scent, adn overcome by your presence. You- relax and watch me undress.... enjoy the show, 'cause you are next. The skin unites and all sense of life out side is forgotten. I watch you... you watch me. I feel you....when you fill me up with pure thick satisfaction. I am at this point and time, your life and you mine. I try to remain calm and still as you begin to explore with your eyes, lips, your tongue and more. I lost all composure when your north met my south. Sending tremors- all through me. My exploration has now begun. I feel your increased intensity with every kiss, lick and nibble from me. *wink* you're welcome...and thank you. Sweat glistening, pounding- both of hearts and souls, breath and strokes, both deep and long... Trying to hold... don't know for how long.... Each time is better... wetter, and more passionate than before.... We are at work.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-86951501652815799722010-01-26T11:00:00.000-06:002010-01-26T11:00:02.905-06:00Am I crazy?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz1aiGKvZ5-O7BkqpPElBOoBctjkqjWxiwbofYPFXyJVtal9GXwgq7z11LBkLaVrShTylRBbc67oSAYEkk1NucE9coJ_Lb38p0EF87kCEzy9YUF9ro9KljkrdvQod9hP77V-SIQx7r8g/s1600-h/Crazy.png"></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"><strong>Okay- So maybe I'm crazy!</strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz1aiGKvZ5-O7BkqpPElBOoBctjkqjWxiwbofYPFXyJVtal9GXwgq7z11LBkLaVrShTylRBbc67oSAYEkk1NucE9coJ_Lb38p0EF87kCEzy9YUF9ro9KljkrdvQod9hP77V-SIQx7r8g/s1600-h/Crazy.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430212913911879122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz1aiGKvZ5-O7BkqpPElBOoBctjkqjWxiwbofYPFXyJVtal9GXwgq7z11LBkLaVrShTylRBbc67oSAYEkk1NucE9coJ_Lb38p0EF87kCEzy9YUF9ro9KljkrdvQod9hP77V-SIQx7r8g/s320/Crazy.png" /></a><em><span style="color:#663366;"> I don't know what in the world is going on lately in my 'less than perfect' romantic (or lack there of) world. Well, the guy I had been with for years refused to work, so I refused KEEP supporting us both. He's out the door (3 months now). I'm not one of those who sulks and moans and gets depressed, so- I'm ready to move on! LOL I tried, for 5 years (off and on) with that dude darn it!</span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well... in the past there were 3 guys I've been involved with at some point in time. 2 of the three I was REALLLLLY into. The 3rd one... ummm I'm STILL kinda out on him. Anyway. One of them likes to just flirt and play games. I welcome that. It would be different if we were still in the same state, but I'm in New Orleans, he's in Nashville. Sadly, I THINK I'm realizing he's not AS into me as I thought and as much as he's pretended to be. Anyway, again... I don't sulk and mope..soooo..</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Now- these other two fellas. The one I'm still kinda 'out' on. He's a cool cat. I liked talkin to him, but I must have met him when I was about 24. He was probably 30. As we talked I found out he was<strong> a <span style="color:#333333;">divorcee</span></strong> with<strong> <span style="color:#333333;">3 kids</span></strong>! THAT thew me off! I wasn't ready for that. And his oldest was about 15! <em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">(*disclaimer: I have nothing against divorced people. I just feel you should be true to yourself and do what feels right for you. At that time in my life, I wasn't ready to deal with the 'ex-wives' and 'befriending the kids'. I can't say I'll never date a divorced person... all I'm saying is AT THAT TIME I wasn't ready..)</span></em> I just wasn't ready for that... so I put him in the 'friend' zone. I mean I'm NOT crazy for that, I was ONLY 24... I wasn't ready to be dating somebody with 3 kids. I don't like to date JUST FOR FUN. I'd like to date a guy I felt could 'go somewhere' ya know? Well tonight, via chat on FB- about 1 minute into the chat session, he types: Man, you know what? I'm tired of this- it's time. Time to stop playing games. You're out of school now- it's time for us to get married."</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Am I crazy</span></strong> <span style="color:#663366;">to think that whole 'you're out of school now' comment was stupid? LOL I mean what's changed? While I was in school I worked and had my stuff together. I didn't 'NEED' him financially then and I don't need him Financially now. So- why even concern yourself with me being in or out of school?</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">The other guy. Aww man, he was my sweetie! LOL I really liked him. He pretty much won me over on our first date! <em>(I didn't tell him that though- had to make him work a little!)</em>. He lived a few hours away, but would hop a flight in a minute to visit me. (yeah- I know...). After a few months, I brought up<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> 'relationships'</span></strong> and his response was, "<em><span style="color:#000099;">I like you alot, but you're in school- we can't be together".</span></em> <what></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Am I crazy</strong></span> <span style="color:#663366;">to think...'welllll dude, I was in school when you met me, and that didn't stop you then...WHY now?" <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#000099;">Am I crazy?</span></span></strong> Maybe I am!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">Anyway, so he and I keep in touch. He text me a few days ago saying he would be in my city and wanted to grab dinner or something. Of course I'm down, but that doesn't change the fact that you wanted me but didn't want me because I was in school!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">Then he continues with,<strong> <em>'you know V, I was thinking, it's time for us to stop fighting this feeling. You're out of school now. We can proceed- pick up where we left off. I'd love to be married and start havign kids by next year'.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><em><strong>EXCUSE ME?!?!?!</strong></em> you want to do what?!?! with who?!?! and WHY?!?! <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Am I'm crazy</span></strong> to think that this dude is retarded? He didn't want me just 2 years ago 'be cause I was in school'. OMG are you serious?!?! I wasn't in high school! I wasn't in Junior College! I wasn't even in undergrad! I was in friggin dental school! I wasn't 19, not even 21... I was GROWN..FULLY I was like 26 or 27!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">*sigh*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Okay- vent session over! LOL </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">carry on!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">:-)</div><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-69024843632530762422010-01-22T21:50:00.000-06:002010-01-23T00:14:49.068-06:00The Tooth, the Whole tooth, so help me DOC!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJF7EpQ6wsGkgpy8x97CFel7IxzwlEGDkB7h0fgva4E-oc4TLLRvZYR7upnL5w3ejNGuwuRIwt4lXTcuAUAlwrNgtdLQetcSwzqv3CuZ5ZTGZQ0J-u13cmUfRZWfFazLw6hjBmLgGfGw/s1600-h/bad+teeth.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429781090613878114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJF7EpQ6wsGkgpy8x97CFel7IxzwlEGDkB7h0fgva4E-oc4TLLRvZYR7upnL5w3ejNGuwuRIwt4lXTcuAUAlwrNgtdLQetcSwzqv3CuZ5ZTGZQ0J-u13cmUfRZWfFazLw6hjBmLgGfGw/s320/bad+teeth.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMYXK5yjXsaX_OaQlX6jHNnE53EPOMpwe-cYN-y00T6MJ_m0MNIUJjAuq8IlmQgFP8fZSSMWviSvDONdc7OaPFMqWCnVrv-766EchMN2wLShSaSA9hUUJA5GUJqMxsVq9WxfJF8MM8iI/s1600-h/buck+teeth.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>When I initially started this blog, it was to share my 'dental' stories. Unfortunately, I haven't had any 'FUN' stories until rather lately. This picture I found surely prompted me to write about this past week!</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">STORY #1: </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">(I was away on rotation at a a student run clinic. Basically, my job is to help the students with extraction techniques, answer their questions, and screen new patients. My first 'new' patient's interview went a little some thing like this.)</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">ME:'Hello! How are you today! I'm Dr. T. Gonna try to pin point your problem area, go over you medical history, get some forms signed. You ready?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">PATIENT (Mr.It Ain't As Bad): Okay Dr. You 'shole is' young to be a Dr, but I'm ready.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>So, any heart, lung, liver, kidney problems? Are you Diabetic, Hypertensive?</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Naw, Naw, Naw, I'm pretty healthy. They tell me, though I got something called suga</strong> <em><strong><span style="color:#009900;">(DIABETES!),</span></strong></em> <strong>and nothing else other than my emphysema. <em>(LUNG PROBLEM!)</em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Okay sir, your med list suggests that you're diabetic or 'you have sugar as you call it', and that you have high blood pressure.</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Oh- yeah I had forgot all about that.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>Do you smoke? Drink? any illicit drugs?</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Smoke? naw, I gave that up. Drink? yeah I get my drank on sometimes. Illicit drugs? Ooohh NO darlin, Ileft that stuff alone when I left Cali...shhooot yeah! I left Cali in 19-hunnid-n-semty5. (1975 for you Northeners!! LOL). Heroin, yes, was addicted that stuff, and I realized I was going down the wrong path, and I gived it up (YES- he said GIVED). </strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Excellent! Congrats. Now, is there anything else I need to know? It's important tha we know ALL medicines you're currently taking because when working on you teeth we have to give medicine that might work differently if you are on certain meds.</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Oh... yeah, I mean, I quit that heroin like I said. <hesitates> but since I've been here, I do a lil crack cocaine... I figure it's only cocaine, at least it's not heroin. But doc, you know I gotta get off that stuff... it's bad for my health.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"><confused> yes sir, it really is bad for your health! So it's a good idea to stop all of that ya, know?</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Yeah, that's why I'm in here now trying to get my teeth fixed. That crack cocaine affectin me so much!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Yeah, it can affect all kinds of things. SO- what happened with your teeth here <as></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Oh... yeah, that's waht I mean when I say it's affectin my health. I was on some cocaine... a good batch too, and I tried to steal some more from my dealer. That s*hit had my head messed up...then he punched me in the mouth and messed my teeth up, now I can't eat. See... that d*mn crack! Messed up my head, my teeth, and my eating ability! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Hmmm that's quite a story! <lol></span></em></strong></div></div>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-54823656408540085332010-01-07T01:19:00.000-06:002010-01-08T12:14:41.575-06:00HA! New Years Story! (what's yours?)<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>HAPPY NEW YEAR AGAIN!</strong></span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong><div align="justify"><br /></span></span>So here it is 1:20am and I'm wide awake. Not so bad right? WEELLL if you include the full day of work yesterday from 8am-5pm, a nap from 6pm-7pm, sleeplessness from bedtime to 5:30am, to WAKE up time at 6:30am to do an hour drive to work this morning until about 4pm, the hour drive back IN TRAFFIC... I'm home... tired, but not sleepy!<br /><br />Anyway, that's neither here nor there. A friend and I were talking about <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>'Best and Worst New Year's Eve/New Year's Day'</strong>.</span> I think I shall share my W-O-R-S-T one which ends up being the FUNNIEST one (we realized the humor when we sobered up)... here goes..<br /><br />The fact that I can't even recall the 'new year' we rang in should alread y clue you in to how 'INTERESTING' this night was! (And how long ago it was, but so interesting, I can remember PARTS of it like yesterday)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423916507641646210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0NH3s9_Xwi43ROmU5dT1bytswe7kY5PzFbVT0vm2s7bFjs4RhIdjwaa51osbVlTE_TFtyOFYOHgfF2L394B2x6rQgZMM9tHvEZoX4oR3rREepz810RyS4AaPiitbLhJugN13z8sss94/s320/the+hangover.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(From the" The Hangover"... when I watched this movie, I thought about my NYE night! hehe)</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></p><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFxJc0DTj85dVLxynj231BZxENSxD_9dIVUeM3ZiR2zgqMoRSxl5_fdGpdsB6LSqgV0_TkUtnM3F47TH2pu4Z1UgSwzt5jK9JOsY4yS7Wv0LotWJuVKWNTnbFvxWNSvTafVKjot3bvpA/s1600-h/th_PatronsTequilas.jpg"></a></p><br /><p align="justify"></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">I </span></strong>was in Pearl, MS with my childhood best friends: B and T. Since I had driven from Nashville that day, and T had a new car, we decided that I would NOT drive and we'd cruise the streets in T's new mustang. T was going to be the DD that night because she was going to have a minor surgery that next week and was absolutely sure she wasn't supposed to have any alcohol for a week prior to (shrugs shoulders...oh well... Drive on DD!). Well, B, T, myself and other friends met at B's house to start the night off. As we dressed and did make up, we took shot, after shot, after shot.....after shot... mixed drink... shot.. (you get the picture right?) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFxJc0DTj85dVLxynj231BZxENSxD_9dIVUeM3ZiR2zgqMoRSxl5_fdGpdsB6LSqgV0_TkUtnM3F47TH2pu4Z1UgSwzt5jK9JOsY4yS7Wv0LotWJuVKWNTnbFvxWNSvTafVKjot3bvpA/s1600-h/th_PatronsTequilas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 687px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423920631132315938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFxJc0DTj85dVLxynj231BZxENSxD_9dIVUeM3ZiR2zgqMoRSxl5_fdGpdsB6LSqgV0_TkUtnM3F47TH2pu4Z1UgSwzt5jK9JOsY4yS7Wv0LotWJuVKWNTnbFvxWNSvTafVKjot3bvpA/s320/th_PatronsTequilas.jpg" /></a> <p><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>E</strong>ventually</span> we were all dressed, tipsy and ready to hit the party. The ride there was flawless. (T is NOT a good driver! NOT THAT I WOULD EVER DRIVE DRUNK, BUT if there was a bet on who drives better, ME with one eye taped shut and dddrruunnkkk -vs- T, I'd encourage ALL to put money on me!) We got a close parking spot- perfect because of my 4 inch stilletos, AND because it was quite brisk that night. We got into the party for free (my homie from elememtary school was sponsoring the party). We get in, and instantly find the bar or course, then to the dance floor. Picture here, picture there, laugh, laugh, drink, drink, dance, picture and so on.<br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>T</strong>his</span> party comes to an end so we pile up in the Mustang to hang out. THIS is when I started take a turn for the FUNNIEST... I do no know how long we drove around after the first 5 minutes. I do remember puttin my head against the back of the passenger seat head rest and BEGGING that who ever was in front of me to <strong><span style="color:#993399;">"PLEASE LET THE WINDOW DOWN BECAUSE I WAS GOING TO DIE"!</span></strong> (B was in front of me... just like she was on the way there, I just didn't know!) B's house was about 10 miles from the party, but I felt like we had driven for AT LEAST 4 DAYS! LOL <span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>***PLEASE see the <span style="color:#33ccff;">'Sober Notes #1'</span> at the bottom of this post!***</strong></em><br /></span></span><br /><strong>A</strong>fter what seemed to be forever, we FINALLY get to B's place. I remember B jumping out the car and going straight in the house. I remember just sittng there and T finally asked me, 'what are you doing? Get out!" I do remember managing to get out of the car. I literally THREW my shoes to what I THOUGHT was the door of the house. I was able to stand up............. for 0.5 seconds, and I fell. Seems like that fall took a goooood 10 minutes to complete. I remember being on the ground..... why I stayed there, I don't know. I remember seeing break lights <span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="font-size:85%;">**<strong>Sober Notes #2**,</strong></span></span> then I remember jumping up. You'd think I was heading towards the house at this point right? Well- NOPE- WRONG. I some how (and yes, I remember this also) bobbled backwards down the drive way, bounced off the mailbox <strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">**Sober Notes #3**,</span> </strong>and laid on the hood of my truck! <span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">**<strong>Sober Notes#4</strong>**</span> T was finally able to direct me to the 'light' (door of the house). I do remember CRAWLING in the dewy grass (in slow motion according to T). I DO remember shouting to her 'get my purse, get my purse, my sister gave this to me for Christmas. Don't drop my stuff, get my stuff up!"<span style="color:#ff6600;"> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">**Sober Notes #5**</span></strong></span> I made it in the house just in time to make a drunken mad dash to the bathroom where I flopped down on the toilet! I fell asleep sitting on the toilet with a garbage can in my lap and my face in/resting on the garbage can. I closed my eyes to make the room be still so I could bobble my way to the room.</p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>AAAAHHH! Bed at last!</strong></span><br /></span>or maybe not.... :-(<br /><br /></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vqJLq_a1ZoXgQlsKtgnzFDvac4_i66ulQkOK7bSqXUN8o1b2MDAjXveO2_13TIz4e3DtIWIFfKsDUxsU2LifbTQLVjIuDsCvnE6KRLaeoOTq7w0VKHS6mT_SvhS9MbV9DRQXLBCn4vo/s1600-h/puke.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423919302020797106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vqJLq_a1ZoXgQlsKtgnzFDvac4_i66ulQkOK7bSqXUN8o1b2MDAjXveO2_13TIz4e3DtIWIFfKsDUxsU2LifbTQLVjIuDsCvnE6KRLaeoOTq7w0VKHS6mT_SvhS9MbV9DRQXLBCn4vo/s320/puke.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">( <strong><em>Fast Forward to the next morning)<br /></em></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">The Sober Notes</span></strong></p><blockquote><p align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">**#1**</span></strong></em> I found out that the ride to B's house took so long because they took detours to other clubs just to ride around. I was accused of flipping everybody the 'BIRD' each time we stopped.... the window was already down per my request!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>**#2</em></strong>.**</span></span> I wake up the next morning with a HUGGGEEE impression across my forehead...yep, from sleeping for WHO KNOWS how long with my face pressed against the garbage can rim! As I was trying to detangle myself from the sheets, I felt a very bad sting/burn as the sheets were STUCK TO EACH OF MY ELBOWS!(sigh) I had to rip the sheet off my 'boo boo' from my fall! (Via phone, T eventually explained to me that when I fell, she thought I had gone in right behind B, but she noticed the house door was still open. She said she waited for about 5 minutes or so for one of us to come close it. Neither me nor B did, so T got out her car, walked around the back....and tripped over me! I WAS STILL THERE! (LOL) The break lights that I saw was T putting the car back in park or reverse!!<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">**#3**</span></strong></em> The mailbox. Poor Poor mailbox. Apparently when I was stumbling backwards down the drive way, I managed to hit the mailbox so hard until it was at about a 45 degree angle to the ground! To this day, it still has a bit of a 'lean' to it! LOL Apparently, once I bounced and rolled off the mailbox, I went to my truck and laid my upper body on the hood. After I had moved, it was described to me to appear as 'a body outline'! (LOL)<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">**4**</span> </strong></em>Ahhh yes, the crawl into the house! I was explained to me that I was crawling 'army style' towards the house, all the while holding my new Coach bag over my head. Now is the point in my sobriety that I looked in the purse to find it full of leaves! (LOL I know!). Well, during my crawl, I was trying to pick up 'my stuff' that I THOUGHT I dropped... only, I hadn't dropped anything, it was just leaves.... LOL just leaves!!!!!<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">**#5**</span></strong></em> And for the grand finale! In the morning, I managed to squint juuussst right to make it to the bathroom. I step on the bathroom floor, directly...in............water! <em>(HA- bet you thought I was gonna say puke huh?!) </em>Recall the fact that I mentioned 'flopping' on the toilet and falling asleep while there... W-E-L-L turns out, I apparently flopped down so hard that I BROKE HER TOILET! LOL not a 'won't flush' kinda break. I'm talking CHUNK of toilet filling tank shattered on the floor... and bathroom floor flooded! (LOL)I had to conjur up a believable story to tell my parents because I needed THEM to pay for B's toilet! I was a full time student, and working sup-part-time, so I know I didn't have the cash for it. So, B and I decided to tell them that I slipped and fell onto the toilet while getting out of the tub. (Why is this story believable?- because I can be quite the clutz sometimes, so me falling- VERY believable. AND my parents have decided there is a 'right way' and a 'wrong way' to get in and out of a shower. According to them you enter and exit the shower on the end opposite the toilet. Yeah- you guessed it, I ALWAYS go in and out right by the toilet. Not to be defiant, just- it's how I've always done it. So, my story of slippin while getting out the shower was perfect!)<br /></p><p align="center">Well, that's pretty much the end of that!</p></blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>LOL What was your most memorable NYE be it good or bad?</strong></span></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></p></blockquote>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-55732032654306117472010-01-05T09:52:00.000-06:002010-01-05T09:52:00.300-06:00Yeah Yeah Yeah.. I'm long winded.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7F9TwRKi44w-1YkD75f_SLSAE6d3xP8d9g5sSmSYpGK0I3UPHwDVn7J-xXxcoeBaycYPFDbceMUzCy8-oO-zHFNXNfNDmbyIZQwFJHC_tQ_OeWsr-FRlX_KP1-t94y3sWiGxs9wGNdlM/s1600-h/mouth.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7F9TwRKi44w-1YkD75f_SLSAE6d3xP8d9g5sSmSYpGK0I3UPHwDVn7J-xXxcoeBaycYPFDbceMUzCy8-oO-zHFNXNfNDmbyIZQwFJHC_tQ_OeWsr-FRlX_KP1-t94y3sWiGxs9wGNdlM/s320/mouth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416790565485812050" /></a><br />I was looking over some older blogs... (please- feel free to do the same) and I realized that I type a lot! LOL I was going to say 'SORRY', but ya know what- I'm not sorry! I have a lot to say! I like 'story telling', so that's just what I'll do darn it. I hope that whom ever has followed my blogs, (at last some of them and at least a few part of some...) have enjoyed what I've had to say. Of course, I'm open to critiques. I don't think you can 'grow' in anything without suggestions and different points of view of which to view what YOU like doing. I'm not easily offended, so please... if there is something you think I can do to improve, let me know! <br /><br />Anyway, this is quite random because there isn't a point at ALL to this blog... just noticed that I try to keep my posts 'shorter', but when I finish, they're normally mini novels! LOL <br /><br />Happy day folks!<br />Have a great one- I'm certainly going to try!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-71321610553557714192010-01-03T13:18:00.000-06:002010-01-03T13:18:00.134-06:00WHY DO WE KID OURSELVES?!?Why do we kid ourselves?<br /><br />By we, I mean women like me who TRY to do things they aren't capable of doing very succesfully. I'm not afraid nor ashamed to say that I've failed... and failed MISERABLY and am obviously a glutton for punishment as I continue to go back for more.<br /><br />What I'm talkin bout here is 'casual sex', and denial of deep emotion. Now, by 'casual sex' I'm not referring to the meet the stranger at the bar, take them home, knocked em out, pass out, wake up and never remember who you knocked out anyway. No, I'm referring to the 'casual sex' more so along the lines of 'that crush or special someone you've known for some time, but haven't made an official relationship for what ever reason, but for some other reason, just can't NOT be with or see him/her'.<br /><br />I'll share my 'situation'. For the sake of this 'story', I'll refer to 'him' as 'T.O.' (no reference at all to the NFLer)<br />In about 2003 or 2004, I was in one of my classrooms, and saw this VERY TALL, SKINNY dude at the door. We were inside having b-day cake for a classmate. I saw this guy, and he flashed a smile as if to say 'hello'. I smiled back. That's just somethign we do in the south I guess. I noticed he lingered by the door so I finally asked, 'can I help you'? He was just being noesy and wanted to know what we were doing. I told him we were having cake and offerend him a piece. He accpeted, smiled again, said 'thanks, see you around' and walked off. <br /><br />That day, I told my girlfriend India, 'you saw that guy? Yep- that's my new boyfriend.' Mind you I didn't know his name, he didn't know mine...LOL I was just mesmorized by the smile I guess. A few months later I was at a ball and met a girl who I will refer to as Ms. P. Ms. P. and I became pretty cool after that, and I learned that she actually knew 'my boyfriend T.O.' They actually went to undergrad together...and that's how I learned that my boyfriend's name was 'T.O.A.' Later on, through out the school year, we'd bump into each other around campus and via intramural basketball and such. From what I could tell, he was a cool guy, and well, I was ALREADY interested, but grew more and more intersted as time went on. Problem- I had a boyfriend who didn't live in the same state, SO I didn't act very much on my interest in T.O. <br /><br />We soon found each other out at the same spots on the weekends. We'd ALWAYS dance with each other. I mean working up a serious sweat on the dance floor. To the point where my friend India would just shake her head at us and would always make the comment, 'Ya'll need to just get a room...ya'll dry sexin on the dance floor!". We'd just kinda laugh it off, all the while knowing that we BOTH would have preferred a room and would have preferred more that the 'dry sexin on the dance floor'. We danced so much and so often that people around campus started assuming we were a couple or that we 'had something going on', although, at that time, it was nothing.<br /><br />One day, India decided that she was going to tell him that I was crazy about him, but I wouldn't say it to him on my own because I had a bf. She did tell him and his response, as I remember it (via India) was, 'Really, wow! That's cool... hmmm she's attractive and all. No, I don't have a gf, but there is somebody 'special' in my life though.' When India told me I was a lil saddened...EVEN THOUGH I did have a bf! (Crazy huh?) Fast forward to September that same year-- We all went to a party that he celebrated his birthday at that year. When I got there and saw him, of course we greeted each other with a hug and a joke or something. By the time I got there, he was already deep in the libations! I didn't mind though, I was used to this side of T.O. It made the night more fun! (Note: we always were 'responsibile... always had a DD) I got him and I a shot to celebrate his bday. He sat beside me, leaned over to me and whispered in my ear the ODDEST thing. He said, 'Hey, I had on my PhD shirt today (he is in grad school for PhD)." I said, 'umm okay, why in the WORLD did you just whisper that to me?" He says, 'because you need to guess what PhD means.' I had NO idea, so I didn't guess. He said, 'it means Pretty Huge Dick'. He proceeds to lick my WHOLE left side of my face and get up and run off! LOL I know crazy! (He's in a fraternity that is known for being 'dirty and nasty' and they are known to 'lick people at random' sometimes). Well the night ended abruptly when a fight broke out. We went our separate ways until about 30 minutes later when I got a call from him asking what our next move was. We had no plans, so I told him we were all going home. He invited us over, but we declined because it was very late (prob 2 am). He then said, 'well, I'm coming to your house..we can watch a movie'. I knew all along that there would be NO movie watching, especially with the state he was in, and the state I was in! (My bf and I had broken up a while prior to this). He gets there, we watch about 10 minutes of the movie before we started making out own in a sense!<br /><br />I found out later that his 'special someone' had turned into his gf and so I backed off...some. (I know I know... not nice right?!?! but neither did he) We didn't do anything 'bad' other than a harmless flirt or a 'eye' from time to time and of course we danced and laughed when we were out. More time passes, and before you know it, we're back where we started. This would be the 2nd time of our 'sexual encounter'. I was HOPING that we'd make something major out of this. I mean the chemistry was definitely there, pre sex. I was okay with the sexual situation for a while. I told him that IF in the even that I felt like it was too much for me, that I'd have to leave him alone, because I liked him just that much. I THOUGHT I was going to be able to handle that kind of relationship, but learned later on that it would be much harder than I could have ever imagined.<br /><br />My ex-bf and I got back together for a time, so again, T.O. and I were distantly flirting still. Again, my bf and I parted ways, which opened the T.O. and me situation to go again. This time I tell him and myself the same thing- I don't know if I can handle casual sex like this, but I like you so much...I'm going to try, if it's too much I'm going to leave you alone. That was September of 2008, and to this day, he and I STILL manage to find each other. As a matter of fact, the last time was November 2009 and we don't even live in the same state anymore. AND we've even entertained the idea of 'visiting each other'.<br /><br />WHY DO I KID MYSELF? SERIOUSLY?<br />It drives me crazy knowing that he's way up there in TN and I'm down here in New Orleans. It drives me crazy to know that we aren't official, yet when ever we're close enough to each other , we see each other. What's the problem? <br /><br />The most recent episode that made me rethink this was in ATL. My friend India and I went to ATL for the SAINTS/FALCONS game in Dec. I didn't know that he and his boys were coming too (well, not until all travel plans has been made). We had talked about hooking up of course. Friday- no T.O. Saturday, no T.O. I see our mutual friends at a party that night, but still no T.O. Because our 'situation' has been kind of 'hush hush', I didn't ask his friends where he was (I can't lead on that I'm OVERLY concerned ya know! :-) ). Well my friend India asked one of T.O.'s friends where he was (no, I didn't have her ask, she just knew he was in town, knew those were his boys and she hadn't seen him in 2 years, so she was literally, 'just asking'). Well his boy's response, that I happened to walk in on was, 'Oh, T.O. man, that dude is boo'd up tonight, he not coming. He's got a little friend down here [ATL]. I kinda wander off a while to not let my disappointment show so that nobody would ask 'what's wrong'.<br /><br />I recently told him how disappointed I was in having to have heard that convo. He apologized for me over hearing it. (Sigh). I appreciated that apology, but would certainly appreciate HIM to my self more. I knew full well I had no basis to go in on him about the other girl in ATL because we are not a couple. We are single, he can do what ever he wants to do. Why do I kid myself by 'holding out in hopes of him and him alone?' <br /><br />Am I kidding myself? Do I love this guy? Is this why my relationship did work out with the ex? Am I overly infactuated with this guy? Am I fighting a losing battle hoping and wishing that the chemistry between us catches fire? Am I kidding myself hoping that he'll eventually fall for me like I've fallen for him? <br /><br />I think I think about him so much until I've created a different persona in my mind than what he may really be? Maybe? hmmmm? He's pretty much what I THINK I need in my life as far as a man. Tall, dark, handsome, killer smile, athletic, family oriented, very well educated, own place, own car, likes kids, self motivated, very caring, funny, cuddly and the works. Am I kidding myself to think that all of this can be for me exclusively? Damn it! I HATE not KNOWING!<br /><br />Why do we put ourselves in situations like this? I mean, I KNOW he's not my boyfriend, yet I get just as angry if I hear he's out with another girl as if he IS. I make time for him. He USUALLY makes time for me (the ATL situation was a new thing... HOPEFULLY a one time mishap). I'm actually entertaining the idea of a visit soon. Am I kidding myself to think that ANYTHING will EVER fully develop of this situation other than hot sex and fun flirting? He'll be graduating soon and PROBABLY heading back up north where his home is (DC area). I was thinking, had we developed something more prior to me moving, I wouldn't have had a problem moving with him back to DC and I'm a southern girl to my heart! Or if not to DC, I would have been open to discussing a 1/2 way point between his home (DC) and my home (MS). Am I kidding myself to think something like this could still happen?<br /><br />(sigh)<br />Okay- that will be all!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-91199398401043291482010-01-01T07:45:00.000-06:002010-01-01T07:45:00.555-06:00New Year, Same Single me... BLAH!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DNXCIQht97Ful498nTaj3Ti9LfUYzJVxDrpfx5J2od0MjKF12AQ9RNvGmGS64GHvy1c3KTDgyhzQ9G1hw4GhpLViqD4sy8pLszPkjUioyVEAUu8ADYrX_Ja3lDR8hTv2xr_HbaCb7J4/s1600-h/single.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DNXCIQht97Ful498nTaj3Ti9LfUYzJVxDrpfx5J2od0MjKF12AQ9RNvGmGS64GHvy1c3KTDgyhzQ9G1hw4GhpLViqD4sy8pLszPkjUioyVEAUu8ADYrX_Ja3lDR8hTv2xr_HbaCb7J4/s320/single.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417466536997644338" /></a><br /><br />It's a new year and guess what! I'm still flippin single! (aarrrgghh) What in the world do I need to do? Like seriously!!<br /><br />Here's what I have:<br />-30 years old<br />-no children<br />-no drama<br />-great career<br />-own car<br />-own apt (soon to be house in a few more months)<br />-fun<br />-very giving and caring<br />-quite family oriented<br />And that's just a LITTLE bit of me... SOOO much more the more you are around me and get to know me.<br /><br />In Nov 2009, I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend. He was a cool guy, I can't deny that, but so many things needed to be improved or changed. We had been together off and on for 5 years. I moved to New Orleans in July 09 for my residency program, where he is from. We spent a lot of time together. A month later, he quit his job. (Oh- yeah, so he's like 4 years younger than me, still in undergrad, was living wiht his parents until I moved here. He was never very good with money, but was always fun as hell and very attentive and 'loving'.) Anyway. He moved in with me after aobut 3 weeks. I was excited- it was the first time we had lived in the same city since we met. After about 4 weeks after moving there, he decided to quit his job- WITHOUT HAVING ANOTHER ONE LINED UP...AND AGAINST MY SUGGESTION OF WAITING UNTIL HE HAD ANOTHER JOB! Okay, so I was trying to be the 'supportive girlfriend' and take care of the bills. Take care of everything x 2. Mind you, I'm a resident- SOOO not making a WHOLE LOT of money, but I tried. I encouraged him weekly to look for a job. He'd ask me DAILY to 'borrow' money. I'd foolishly give it to him. He got on a kick where he was 'going to job fairs', so I got him some slacks, a nice shirt, a nice tie, adn some shoes for his job fairs and interview. Even helped him get is resume together... (Again, me doing what I THOUGHT was 'supportive girlfriend stuff'). 3 months later, I'm STILL handing him 'loans'. I'm still paying for ALLLL the food he gobbles up (he had a stupid habit of "smoking" and getting VERY VERY hungry afterwards -wink-, so he ate everything in sight... and NEVER replaced anything). SO I'd get home from work hoping to have a snack- and it's GONE! (SIGH). Eventually he and I had huge fight about my 'relationship status' on FB (yes LOL on FB people). It was 'single' Why? I don't know- I just never changed it and everybody on there that I talk to, knew about him, so I never thought much of it. When he told me it pissed him off, I told him I'd change it. THAT WASN'T ENOUGH for him..he yelled and bitched for an hour more... (sigh). I change it..and a few months later he wants to yell about how WE sit on the sofa and WE play on my FB account. He claims I 'never give him attention'. WHAT?!?! All we do is goof off and what not. He wants to complain that I go to bed too early and that I always left him on the sofa. WEEELLL HELLO STUPID- I work everyday- you don't You don't have to sleep at night! ANDDD YOU opt to go out and smoke then come home and pass out on the sofa...NOPE- not gonna wake u up like a 5 year old every night. ANYWAY...<br />We end up parting ways because of his refusal to grow up and accept responsibility as a man..and as the man he COULD BE, the one I NEEDED him to be, for me and for us. I haven't felt particularly sad about it though, because I think it was something that needed to be done...<br /><br />On the flip side...there's a guy (my crush I've written about before) I've know just as long as I've known the ex. Me and this guy have been involved over time too (about 5 years...mainly during the extended months/year or what ever the ex and I weren't together). I know this guy has more of the attributes I desire in a man (i.e. tall, dark, handsome, killer smile, very driven, PhD candidate May 2010, funny, athletic, sweet, family oriented...). I know he likes me, we've spoken about it. We chit chat from time to time and everything... but WHAT THE HELL DOES HE WANT FROM ME? LOL He knows how I feel about him, yet he doesn't really act on it. <br /><br />My question is: do you not act because you are just that shy? Do you not act because you really aren't that into me, but you act like it? DO you not act on it because you do like me, might want to give it a try, but we live far apart? Do you not act because you do like me, very intereted in giving it a try, just not READY for the whole 'one woman' thing right now? I don't know! <br /><br />I guess I won't know for a while either huh? so until then, I'll be pretty much like the cartoon at the top...LOL single and waiting to catch the perfect man!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-71563478576611480902009-12-24T21:31:00.000-06:002009-12-24T21:58:51.287-06:00Happy Holidays (which ever you choose to celebrate..or not!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5YgVhcWOcJF6cePg5FaYbozfZffhPEgkAKnw6ek4QDcQV5VeR9AYbUH6mT4sQILWc-pKM6miyxp9QLZ0Y14TM8PmchEPpiJviYMCWUqARwbUIHwH2ky2OOuMyNciQrJlmgnA8O91dr4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5YgVhcWOcJF6cePg5FaYbozfZffhPEgkAKnw6ek4QDcQV5VeR9AYbUH6mT4sQILWc-pKM6miyxp9QLZ0Y14TM8PmchEPpiJviYMCWUqARwbUIHwH2ky2OOuMyNciQrJlmgnA8O91dr4Y/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419011427019290338" /></a><br /><br /><em>In the Photo: My Own Personal Goof Troop --> Kayleigh-Ann (3), beside her Trelin (4) and on the opposite side of the table is Lindberg (the big brother, age 5).</em><br /><br /><strong>Happy Holidays people!</strong> (I won't say only 'Merry Christmas', I'm sure not everybody following me doesn't celebrate Christmas, so Happy Holidays to you- and Merry Christmas to the ones of us who do celebrate it)<br /><br />Now that that's out the way. I just want to say <em><strong>"Thank God I'm blessed!" </strong></em>(Oh yeah, if you are a non-believer in God and feel offended by me mentioning my God and my blessings, you'd probably want to exit now. If you are a non-believer and can still respect my belief, then by all means- do read on... )<br /><br />I say this because #1- I'm alive and well! #2- I'm broke as a joke, but I haven't missed a meal, have a very nice roof over my head, and have never gone naked... (well, if you count that one time... OHHHH Pish posh- just kidding people). <br /><br />I think I mentioned before that I'm on call right now (Dec 23-26th 7am). Well my family decided that since I couldn't come to them for Christmas, they'd bring Christmas (dinner at least) to me. <strong> I'm so blessed to have such a fun and supportive family! Everybody came (well JUST ABOUT everybody)</strong>. Wanna know who? Okay, I'll tell ya. My mom and dad, my sister (from Arkansas), my Granny (the best-est cook in the world!), my 3 aunts (Merle, Mary Jean, and Faye), My only maternal Uncle (BoBo- hey... we're from the country so lay off the names aight! LOL). My cousins Savannah and Denzel (Aunt Merle's two), Marcus (Aunt Faye's son...Uncle David stayed home...), PJ (Uncle Bo's son, Trilana, the sister and Martha Ann the wife were no where to be found... kinda typical though..), Shericka (Aunt Mary Jean's daughter), and the best of all Linberg, Trelin, and Kayleigh-Ann (Uncle Bo's grand kids/Trilana's kids...ages 5,4 and 3 respectively). Good times folks and good food! YUUUMMM! <br /><br />I gave the kids their 'early Christmas gifts'. Told them I had spoken to Santa when he stopped by here to take a break. He knew they would be here and left a package for them if they were good. I... I mean <em>SANTA</em> got the boys a BUMBLEBEE Transformer action figure, and the fashionista, 3 y/o Kayleigh-Ann got the newest in Kiddy fashion- Princess Tiana suit (with a hood...she's <em>obsessed</em> with hooded wear now). They loved it! I gave the girls (my sister, Shericka, and Savannah) Faith rings. Gave the aunts 'best aunt necklaces'. The other gifts will be given when I get home on the 26th.<br /><br /><strong><em>My most favorite part of the whole day </em></strong>was when the food was ready. My mom fixed the kid's plates and put them at the counter. Before meals big family meals, the family elder blesses the food. It's my Granny now. When she started, Trelin said, "WAIT, <em>GANNY</em> (because he can't quite get that <em>'R'</em> in GRANNY)..wait, I wanna do it today okay... Imma do it good too.' Granny told him, 'yes you may say grace Tre.' Tre says to all of us, 'you have to put your hands like this <em>(he puts his hands together in the 'prayer position'), </em>and you gotta put your head down like this<em>(bows his head). </em>Then he began to recite the Lord's Prayer. <strong>When he finished, he said 'see Ganny, I did it, and I did it all by myself, just like Paw Paw did'. </strong> It was cute that he volunteered to do it, and even cuter that he said 'I did it like Paw Paw did'. Paw Paw is my grandfather, his great grand father who died about 2 or 3 years ago, when Tre was about 1 or 2 years old. I don't know how Tre remembers Paw Paw praying before meals, I don't even care how he knows, I just feel like THAT was a sure sign that my Paw Paw was among us today! <br /><br />My heart is filled and I'm so excited that I'm from the blood line of such a wonderful family!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-11287837104065427122009-12-23T10:55:00.000-06:002009-12-23T10:55:00.199-06:00Men- Make up your minds DAMN IT!A few weeks ago, I read a blog by a friend. It was mainly about being confident in who you are and your body type. The 'theme' was based around a word used to describe certain body types; that word being the word 'THICK'. (You can check it out here <a href="http://sleep-is-the-cousin-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-booty-judy.html"></a> ) I'm not sure if this is a word that's universially used or if it's just used in the 'urban' culture (shrugs shoulders). I'm sure we all know what is meant by 'thick', but if not, allow me to offer MY suggestion of the word. I'll also offer my opinion of where the description has gone wrong.<br /><blockquote>Thick: a woman with curves. A HEALTHY woman with curves. An inshape woman with curves. A woman who is naturally (by genetics) 'bigger' but fit and well put together. More times than a few, 'thick' referrs to women who are sizes bigger than an 8-10.</blockquote> Now, mind you, that's MY opinion. Now where the word goes wrong is when it's used to ENTERTAIN the idea that 'FAT' and 'OBESE' people are 'thick'. It's a 'bandaid' word to not say the dreaded 'f' word... LOL NOT GONNA PASS! The description was started, in my opinion, to boost the morale of bigger women- not OBESE, UNHEALTHY women. At one point, the word 'skinny' meant 'beautiful', and it left many women such as myself on the outside. I'm a bigger woman... a PROUD size 14. A HEALTHY size 14. I will NEVER naturally be a size 2 or 4. I don't think even at a size 10 I'd be happy because I think I'd look like a glorified crack head- NOT a good look! ANYWAY- I digress...<br /><br />So, Men what is is that you want? Make up your minds, DAMN IT.<br />I ask this because I often hear men say things like: <br /><blockquote> I don't want a fake woman (implants, fake colored contacts, injections and the works). I don't want a skinny woman. I want a woman with real hair (no weave). I want a confident woman. I want a natural woman. I don't want a woman who tries to be like the women on TV. blah blah blah! </blockquote><br />Cool beans- right? Well I ask again, what do you want? I hear these 'complaints' all the time, but at any given time you (men) drool over those SAME women on TV! I know it's probably crazy, but what are we to do? 9 times out of 10, we (women) tend to copy what YOU drool over... because that's what you like. You claim you want a natural woman, (i.e. no weave, no fake nails, no overly done make up, no colored contacts), but here I am- none of that, but you fight to see Beyonce, Nicki Manaj, and all the other 'hot ladies' on TV. You claim you like 'natural women', but I never see that same excitement when India Aire, or Jill Scott do a show. Hmmm- so what is it that you really want- Make up your damn mind!<br /><br />You want a confident woman right? Well when I'm confident in my size 14, you turn your head because I'm not a size 4. You want a confident woman who is fine in the skin she's in, but I have no make up on and look fine, but you run to blow up the ego of the make up whore next door. WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?! STOP CONFUSING US...ME! MAKE UP YOUR MIND. Either you want the regular, natural, round the way girl or you don't. Don't say one thing, allow us to immulate that, then not accept us. WHAT THE HELL?!?!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-3882534983687830062009-12-22T22:52:00.000-06:002009-12-22T23:25:38.081-06:00OMG Quit your crying... it's not my fault!I've been hearing this for quite some time now, 'Dang, why can't you do this work for free/cheaper? It's too expensive for dental work'. <br /><br />Well, to that I say, 'get over it!' I only say that because I think that like ANYTHING ELSE we want, we'll pay for it. <br /><br />People take dental health for granted. They think 'they're just teeth... I brush, so I'm good'. Well the truth behind that is it's not 'just teeth'. And just brushing alone won't ensure good dental health. Those teeth have blood supply and nerve supply and if attacked, can and will cause pain and/or infection. Brushing can do a lot to keep worse situations at bay, but brushing alone will NOT keep a healthy mouth. That's why it's encouraged to brush, floss and use mouthwash AAANNDD visit a health care provider at least 2 times a year for check ups.<br /><br />One part I don't get is this: (prepare for scenario)<br />Patient enters, let's say my office. He has 'okay' teeth. A few areas that will need fillings. Let's say I do his x-rays, and exam and charge him ummm $200.00 (we'll stick with nice round figures). His treatment plan (procedures that need to be done) equals up to about $1,000. This plan is NOT to be paid at once...it's a pay by procedure deal. (Example 10 services at 100 each- to be done at separate visits). Well, I tell patient: 'Sir/Ma'am, you need this, this, this and this done. I'd like to do blah blah right away, to decrease likelihood of more damage of the tooth, and it will cost blah dollars.' Patient USUALLY says, 'ummm naw, just pull it'. WHHYYYY pull a tooth for $75 dollars when it can be saved for $25.00 more? That baffles me! OR the patient response is, 'well doc, how long can I hold off?' )Depending on the situation, I can usually give a round-a-bout time frame.) So I say, 'Sir/Ma'am, I'd say if you keep the area clean, you can wait for PROBABLY ABOUT 2 months, give or take a week'. Patient says, 'okay, well I'm going to wait, because it's not hurting'. EXACTLY CRAZY- that's why you get it fixed NOW so that it doesn't HURT.<br /><<fast foward 2.5 months>><br />Patient back in the office: 'Doc, aww man, my tooth is KILLING me, can I have that fiiling now.' I do the exam and what WAS a tooth that needed a filling back then, is not a tooth that needs a root canal. Now that $100.00 filling that could have been done a month ago is NOW a $500.00+ procedure. I tell the patient, 'well sir/ma'am, the decay is too far gone, can't be saved with a fillin now. It will require a RCT and a crown now.' Patient, 'but doc, you said 100.00, now it's 500.00!!' Me, 'well that was then, conditions have changed, that is why I encouraged you to get it done then to avoid this. THe other option is still to extract the tooth ($75.00)." Patient, 'well just pull it, I'll get a denture'. Me, 'denture is going to be about 2,000.' Patient, 'damn, why is this shit so expensive, you claim you trynna help me out, but you robbing me'. Me- to myself, 'IF YOU ONLY KNEW HOW MUCH I HAD TO PAY FOR THE MATERIALS TO PUT IN YOUR MOUTH, THEN YOU'D NOT COMPLAIN SO MUCH! I DO WANT TO HELP, BUT I HAVE TO EAT TOO, I HAVE BILLS TO PAY TOO SO I HAVE TO CHARGE YOU, SO I CAN PAY PEOPLE AND SO I CAN GET A MEAL AND HAVE A ROOF OVER MY HEAD ALSO'. Now this patient's treatment plan went from a TOTAL $1000.00 to 1500.00 in a matter of 2.5 months! And that's not including what may be going on with the other ignored teeth! AND the patient is mad at ME because he/she opted out of the initial treatments!<br /><br />Okay, so, let's say I pull this tooth, and a month later another ignored tooth swells his face up and he comes in again. NOW I gotta charge him for an emergency visit, PLUS write for antibiotics, PLUS pain meds, PLUS the extraction fee. AND he's angry again! WHYYYY?!?! NOWWW let's compound the problem by the fact that anesthesia doesn't like to work in infected areas! So, the desired effect is a level 10, in infection, we're good to get about a 5. Sorry, nothing I can do about that! So, now you're infected with a tooth that would have cost $100.00 to fix 3 months ago, that wasn't hurting, but decayed, that COULD HAVE prevented all this suffering you're having to go through now. NOW instead of a little $100.00, some anesthesia, a lil drill SOUND and a filling and a happy mouth- you got this! A swollen face full of infection, injection that won't work well, 2 prescriptions probably stitches, and a painful procedure... ALLL for $75, PLUS the $100.00 emergency visit, PLUS pain meds... (let's say total $250.00). Now you're missing 2 teeth, out of over 400.00 bucks- all because you wanted to wait... <br /><br />AND you wanna blame me?!?! <br />Dear Patient:<br />Do NOT come in the dental office angry at the dentist because YOU have opted to NOT care for your teeth. It is not my fault, as a dentist, that you decided to buy new jordans each month instead of put aside a few dollars to save for the dental exam. I'm sorry that blowing money on weed and booze took away from your dental fillings stash so now you gotta do what ever to try to get money for a RCT and you mad at me? <br /><br />OMG- QUIT YOUR CRYING!!! IT's NOT MY FAULT!Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-73754176924886514892009-12-20T10:05:00.000-06:002009-12-20T10:05:00.487-06:00My Crush and 3 questions you all need to answer for me!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2dNptcsAz9Bc-CJEU0lkmxsEzItZOzhgdmOl2AOoll_T1owjIlNnlgY0lJuGL7Lz2b1AHCYQlyjNzCBNgRRgr-MfAiYWrVL4JkQapc-YM6h89bHTQkdEt0qhXb4bhEGmxJn_H0w1nXA/s1600-h/confusion.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2dNptcsAz9Bc-CJEU0lkmxsEzItZOzhgdmOl2AOoll_T1owjIlNnlgY0lJuGL7Lz2b1AHCYQlyjNzCBNgRRgr-MfAiYWrVL4JkQapc-YM6h89bHTQkdEt0qhXb4bhEGmxJn_H0w1nXA/s320/confusion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416387589206121442" /></a><br /><blockquote>Having a crush on someone is like putting your heart in a Ziploc bag and checking it at the airport luggage counter. There is a chance it will make the trip and come out unscathed, but there is a much greater chance that it will be bruised in some way.</blockquote><br /><br />So people... I have this crush. YES- Im' 30 damn years old with a crush. LOL Well, I'm not sure if it's considered a crush, because he knows, we know, we've been 'involved' to an extent, but nothing has majorly developed. (sigh) I'm not sure why really. At times during this 5 year 'crush' period, there have been periods when he's been involved with another woman/women and me with another man/men. During those times, my crush and I didn't interact a whole lot. He's my friend, so we would speak and what not, but none of the super heavy flirting we tend to do when we're single. <br /><br />Recently, I became newly single again, and of course the 'crush' was instantly at the front of my mind. He never left my mind really, but I packed him a lil further back to focus on the on-again off-again relationship I was in. (A relationship that was on/off for 5 years). Crazy that I met the ex and the crush around the same time. I found out that the crush had a 'special someone' at the time, so I didn't trip... I just 'lived' and that living linked me to the recent ex. Anyway- So recently I broke up with the bf. The crush and I started our 'goofing off' again (via text and twitter mostly). He ended up in my city, and I saw him. More of the flirting and what not- as usual.<br /><br />One weekend, my friends and I went to Atl for the Saints Falcons game. So did the crush and his friends. The plan was for me and the crush to hook up and hang out a minute. (We did live in the same city, I graduated, and moved away. He's in the city still and will move when he graduates in May- just not sure where he's going though). Anyway, one night of the weekend, my girls and I went out. We contacted the crush and his friends and pretty much went to where they were. I get there and the crush wasn't there. Me, being the 'cool chick' that I am ;-) didn't ask about him. I just tried to have a lil fun. (I was, however, quite disappointed because I wanted to see him ya know). I didn't ask because of the people in town with the ex, only 2 of the people knew of our 'flings'. The others didn't know (or at least I don't think they know). My friend and I were standing and just looking. One of the Crush's friends came by us and my girl asks, 'so where is *crush*?'. The friend, in a drunken slur says, 'Oh, mannn *crush* is all boo'd up, he's got a little friend here in ATL'. ME- (shocked face and disappointed face and angry face and jealous face)! Well, I TRIED my damnedest to keep it together, I think I did alright. When I over heard it, I sent crush a message asking, 'hmm, where are you? the gang's all here but you. You too drunk or too good to hang out tonight'? NO RESPONSE! I continued to chill and such. We finally leave for home. The next morning, I see on twitter a message from crush, 'got some good sleep, ready for the game now'. Then moments later I get a text response, 'yep- I was too drunk and too good LOL :-), are you going to the game?'. I respond, 'umm hmm, you were probably laid up with some jezzybell. yeah we're going to the game'. His response, 'yeah I prob was'. Me- WTF!?!?! Anyway, I don't THINK I reacted much, I tried to surpress my issues with this weekend! I go to the game, enoy it as usual. After the game we head home- Me to NOLA, my friends to Shreveport. I drove the WHOLE 8.5 hours with my mind racing about the happenings. <br /><br /> OMG- what to do what to do?!?!<br />#1- can I rightfully tell the crush I KNOW he was not telling the truth about 'sleeping all night'? That I KNOW he was out with some girl? I mean he is NOT my 'man'...<br /><br />#2- My feelings were hurt by that. The crush IS my 'friend', can I say somethign about my feelings being hurt? I mean he IS my friend, my crush, and he is VERY aware of how I feel about him.<br /><br />#3- How in the world am I supposed to go about getting this thing solidified between us or letting it completely go? I don't get it! I like hanging out with him when we are together... I miss him terribly since we've been apart. I wanna tell him all of this stuff, but he's so friggin quiet until I'm not sure if the quiet means 'so what' or if the quiet means, 'hmmm I feel the same'. WHAT TO DO WHAT TO DO?!?! sheesh!<br /><br /><em><strong>From here on out...the rest is just a piece I found about 'crushes'. If you care to read on, have at it..if not..offer your advice/answers to the 3 questions please..<br />That will be all... </strong></em><br /><br />What is a crush<br />A crush involves admiring someone from a safe distance. You feel a hugely powerful emotion, stronger than anything you've felt before. You obsess over this person. You would die for them. You think about them constantly. You are thrilled when you are near them and miserable when you are away from them. You desperately want to tell the person how you feel - but are frightened of it at the same time. <br /><br />If you're involved in a crush - enjoy it! We have ALL had crushes over the years and they're something you look back on with great fondness. Look at what makes your crush special. Those qualities that you admire in your crush are qualities that are very special to you, and it's very important to learn what those are. It helps you when you look for a real boyfriend or girlfriend to date, to know what you are drawn to. <br /><br />Also, learn how to handle your feelings. Most of what a crush is about is learning that you get POWERFUL emotions in relationships - and that you need to deal with them. Just like you learned in earlier years how to deal with strong anger and strong sadness, you're now learning how to deal with strong feelings of attraction. You're learning that it's a nice feeling - but that it's a painful feeling if you let it take over your life. You need to be able to balance those feelings with the rest of what is going on in your world. <br /><br />As hard as it might seem right now, your feelings for your crush will even out over time. It usually takes a few weeks to a few months, but you will learn to bring them under control. And as you learn more about life, you will find someone that is your own age, and actually someone you can *date* to start to become interested in. When that's the case, you can work to be their friend, and then their best friend. And it's at that point that your interests change from a crush to a real, meaningful relationship.<br /><strong></strong><blockquote></blockquote>Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307029757145509362.post-15820555485630408482009-12-18T20:34:00.000-06:002009-12-18T21:49:49.154-06:00Tis the Season Right? Making my list<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXAooFFRey8FsU0ctptgrLJKM2ha1rUmwC77n91wzUvCChnnGhvVr_27fTL6dngjEeg4vBtfGesdhjn2VkMg98ZMuQeJT96X94hsc7-FzFOEXXh1CmH682X4Rx2m760g3l6reH87E7-k/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXAooFFRey8FsU0ctptgrLJKM2ha1rUmwC77n91wzUvCChnnGhvVr_27fTL6dngjEeg4vBtfGesdhjn2VkMg98ZMuQeJT96X94hsc7-FzFOEXXh1CmH682X4Rx2m760g3l6reH87E7-k/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416772931893441234" /></a><br />Today is December 18, 2009. Christmas is 7 days away. I don't get to go home for Christmas because I'm on call! YYIIPPEEE **insert sarcasm here please**. I have not purchased ONE gift! Lucky for me, I'm not married, I'm single, my sister is grown, no kids, and younger cousins are all old enough to know the real meaning of Christmas.<br /><br />I'm not going to kid myself though. Although we were raised with the whole Santa thing, we were also taught the real reason for the season. I can't lie- it ROCKS to get cool stuff for Christmas. This year, I've dropped the ball! I have not gone shopping yet! I'm making my list tonight, spending all day tomorrow shopping. I have a general idea for my dad, mom, and sister. In my family, we pull names as secret Santas (my mom and her siblings pull, then my sister and I pull names with our 8 cousins). I'm the oldest, and I think everybody still expects a little some thing from me even though I didn't get their name! It's okay though, they're all my 'babies' and I don't care if the youngest is no 16! (Sniffle sniffle- they grow up so friggin fast don't they?!!?) One of my cousins has 3 little ones- who I will try not to spoil, but the 5 and 4 year old little boys will most def get a noisy boy toy and the little 3 year old girl will get a doll that's tough enough for her! The older cousins (at least the 4 I get a little for) will get a little cash. The 17 and 16 year old boys will get a $10.00 each. I know- not much, but HEY- I'm just the cousin, and it will get a snack after school or something. The 16 year old girl..well she's my special one. Her moma (my aunt) has been sick for a while and hasn't been able to work. Her dad isn't REALLY in the picture, so my sister and I try to make sure she doesn't 'need' anything. So- I'll probably give her a little cash and make sure she has a new pair of shoes for school and probably a little 'extra' something. (What teen doesn't appreciate a 'fun' gift to go along with the needed things ya know). My 21 year old cousin is also my special one too. He dad died when she was 12. Her mom/aunt had done an amazing job with her and her 16 year old brother (mentioned earlier). She is a jr in college, on the dean's list for all 3 years! (Yeeahhh go smart family!) Her mom is a kindergarten teacher, so she doesn't make a whole lot... so again, my sister and I try to make sure she doesn't need anything. I don't know what she really needs, so I think I'll give her $25.00 for what ever and then I will take her shopping after the holidays (better sales, and she is a bargin shopper).<br /><br />My sister- hmm let's see... that girl needs NOTHING! LOL She's HINTED at a Wii, so who knows, I might get that for her and tell my parents to get her that yoga game that she 'HINTS' at!<br /><br />My dad- I think I'll get him some fancy liquor for his 'man dome'! (He build a HUGE mini-house behind our house with his TV, flat screen, pool table, dart board, card table, and mini bar).<br /><br />My mom- currently losing a TON of weight... I'll prob get her a UP TO DATE outfit... my poor mom dresses like an old woman! LOL she's only 51!<br /><br />As for me- all I really want is for everybody to be happy and have fun. My fam has decided they are coming to New Orleans for Christmas because I can't go home until Dec 26th (when I am off call at 7am). I just don't know if that's a good idea because I only have a 2 br apt, while spacious, it's not big enough for the 10 people who will probably come!<br /><br />I have to say, I haven't been in a huge 'CHRISTMAS-Y' spirit this year. I think it's because this year I've been awakened to so much. Often times we wait until 'holidays' to count our blessings, but this year- I've been reminded of my abundant blessings daily. At work I'm a dental resident at University Hospital, where we see many free care patients, and very sick patients. I see so many conditions and so many situations that make me feel 'CHRISTMAS-Y' daily. I think that's my gift...and it started back in July when I started working there. That's not to say I've never felt greatful for my blessings, it's just when you're around less fortunate people, it reminds you that what ever you have, could be gone at any moment. It reminds you to give thanks for the accomplishments you've acquired. It allows you to use your God given gifts to possibly uplift the spirits of others and offer kinds words and offer a smile to some people who haven't seen and/or heard things like that in years. <br /><br />I will say- I've left work several times quite flustered and completely worn out. Despite that, I can always think back to the cancer patient I was able to extract his/her teeth in one appointment, so that he/she could start radiation therapy 2 days earlier than expected. I think about the denture patient who tried to committ suicide by shooting himself in the face. His story chills me to the bone, and I relish in the fact that he's much more appreciative of his life and I was able to give him the smile he's longed for. Every time I can see a patient smile after I remove a painful tooth, or fill a painful tooth, or deliver teeth (dentures), it's like a big ole fat present- daily! LOL <br /><br />How can I be so lucky! I've worked for 10 years to get here...HHHAARRDD work I tell ya. And I can truly say I'm blessed enough to know that the results are very rewarding and I actually LOVE what I do!<br /><br />Happy Holidays everybody...<br />and don't forget- it's good to give gifts and all, but there is a much bigger picture. And I encourage everybody to find that Christmas spirit daily though.. I know I have and I never want to let the feeling go!<br /><br />Merry Christmas (or Happy what ever you celebrate!)Ms. Sylaneoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465075096670002963noreply@blogger.com2